#and surprisingly he did not do this for his own good.

[andy-15-07]

Hii good morning! Would you like to write anything smut for Javier Peña or any other Pedro's character you like? Thankss

The Allure of the Night

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word Count: 2334 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The dim light of the bar cast long shadows, painting the scene in hues of amber and gold. Javier Peña nursed his drink, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise quiet space. He watched as you moved across the room, a vibrant splash of color in the muted atmosphere. Your laughter, light and unrestrained, drifted over to him, and he found himself smiling despite the weight of the day. He’d known you for… how long had it been now? Long enough to know the curve of your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you were truly amused, long enough to know the comfort of your presence amidst the chaos that was his life.

You reached his table, a playful glint in your eyes. “Javier. You look like you’re contemplating the mysteries of the universe.”

He chuckled, gesturing to the empty chair opposite him. “Just thinking about how much trouble one woman can cause.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. “And what trouble have I caused, Agent Peña?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “The usual. Disrupting the peace, corrupting my morals…”

“Your morals were already corrupt, Javier,” you retorted, sliding into the chair. “I just helped you embrace it.”

He laughed, the sound genuine and warm. “That you did. That you did.” He signaled the bartender for another drink. “So, what brings you out tonight? Besides the irresistible allure of my company, of course.”

“You wound me, Javier,” you said, feigning hurt. “Your company is always a draw. But I actually came to hear about your latest escapades. Anything exciting happening in the world of drug cartels and international intrigue?”

Javier’s smile faded slightly. “Same old, same old. Cat and mouse. Except sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s the cat and who’s the mouse.” He swirled the ice in his glass. “It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated seems to be your specialty,” you said softly. You reached out and covered his hand with yours, the simple gesture grounding him. “You know you can talk to me about anything, Javier.”

He looked at your hand on his, the warmth of your touch a welcome contrast to the coldness of the metal. “I know,” he said, his voice rough. “And I appreciate it. More than you know.”

The conversation flowed easily between them, a comfortable mix of banter and shared confidences. They talked about the case, the frustrations, the small victories that kept him going. You listened patiently, offering insightful comments and a sympathetic ear. You understood his world, not because you were a part of it, but because you understood him.

As the night deepened, the bar emptied, leaving only a handful of patrons. Javier and you remained, lost in your own little world. The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, a familiar dance of attraction and hesitation. You both knew where this could lead, where it usually led, but neither of you dared to break the comfortable rhythm.

Finally, Javier leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on you. “You know,” he said, his voice low and husky, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Oh, this sounds dangerous,” you teased. “Javier Peña thinking.”

He grinned, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. “Dangerous is my middle name. Or it should be. Anyway, I was thinking… about how much I enjoy your company.”

“Is that so?” you purred, meeting his gaze.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes tracing the curve of your jawline. “I do. You’re… you’re good for me.”

“And you’re good for me,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. A spark ignited, a familiar flame that flickered to life between them. He pulled your hand towards him, his touch surprisingly gentle. You didn’t resist.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice laced with desire.

You stood up, your chair scraping against the floor. He met you halfway, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. The scent of his cologne filled your senses, a heady mix of sandalwood and something distinctly Javier. You tilted your head back, offering him your lips.

His kiss was slow and deliberate, a探求 touch that ignited a fire within you. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of a connection that ran deeper than either of you were willing to admit. He deepened the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair.

The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, locked in a moment of shared passion. The bar, the case, the complications of his life… all of it disappeared, replaced by the intensity of his touch, the heat of his kiss.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours. “Come home with me,” he whispered.

You didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” you breathed.

The drive back to his apartment was a blur. Neither of you spoke, the silence filled with anticipation. When they arrived, Javier unlocked the door and ushered you inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside.

He turned to you, his eyes burning with intensity. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

You blushed, the compliment warming you from the inside out. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He pulled you close again, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He kissed you again, a kiss that was filled with a desperate longing. His hands moved over your body, exploring the curves and contours you knew so well.

He led you to the bedroom, the air thick with unspoken promises. He closed the door behind him, shutting out the world. He turned to you, his eyes filled with a raw desire that made your breath catch in your throat.

He reached out and began to unbutton your shirt, his fingers fumbling slightly. You met his gaze, your own heart pounding in your chest. He undressed you slowly, savoring every moment. You did the same for him, your fingers trembling slightly as you unbuttoned his shirt.

He pulled you close, his body pressed against yours. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the hard muscles beneath his skin. He kissed you again, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding.

He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. You gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders. He carried you to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He laid you down gently, his body hovering over yours.

He kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck, your chest. He explored every inch of your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You moaned softly, your hands tangling in his hair.

He moved lower, his lips brushing against your skin. You arched your back, your breath catching in your throat. He continued his exploration, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you.

He finally entered you, his movements slow and deliberate. You gasped, your body tightening around him. He paused, his eyes searching yours. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes.”

He began to move, his pace quickening. You met his rhythm, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The world dissolved, leaving only the two of you, lost in the throes of passion. You cried out his name, your voice filled with a desperate longing. He answered you with a groan, his body shuddering as he reached his climax.

He collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You held him close, your fingers stroking his hair. The silence was broken only by the sound of your breathing, the beating of your hearts.

He finally rolled over, pulling you with him. He held you close, his arm wrapped around you protectively. You snuggled against him, your head resting on his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart, a comforting rhythm that lulled you to sleep.

The morning light streamed through the window, waking you gently. You stretched, your body feeling pleasantly sore. You turned to find Javier sleeping soundly beside you, his face relaxed and peaceful. You smiled, a feeling of warmth spreading through you. You reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead.

He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Morning,” he murmured.

“Morning,” you replied.

He pulled you closer, his arm tightening around you. He kissed you softly, a lingering kiss that spoke of affection and tenderness. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you replied, snuggling against him.

The dim silence of the early morning had given way to a warm glow as you slowly stirred beside Javier. The memory of last night’s fierce passion still shimmered in the quiet air of his bedroom. Your body felt pleasantly tender and alive with anticipation for what the morning might bring. As you shifted on the rumpled sheets, Javier’s eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep but quickly brightening at the sight of you.

“Good morning,” he murmured in a husky tone, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare arm. His voice carried a mix of lingering desire and a promise of more.

“Good morning,” you replied, a teasing smile curving your lips. “I was hoping we’d have a few more moments like last night.”

Javier’s gaze darkened with need as he shifted closer. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. “Tell me, do you want to taste me… again?”

The question, spoken with both vulnerability and raw passion, sent a shiver through you. You slid your hand to his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. “I want every bit of you, Javier. Let’s not hold back.”

In that intimate, sunlit haze, the roles of giver and receiver blurred in a dance as old as desire itself. Javier was the first to act—his lips trailing heated kisses along your collarbone before softly biting at your skin, eliciting a quiet moan from you. You arched into his touch, your body inviting his exploration. With deliberate care, he began unfastening the delicate straps of your lingerie, his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the warm skin revealed with each freed inch.

Moments later, you took control, shifting so that your eyes met his in a silent exchange of mutual invitation. “Now it’s my turn,” you said breathlessly. You slowly slid off the top of his loose T-shirt, your hands exploring the hard planes of his torso. Your fingertips grazed over the sensitive skin of his chest, drawing a low groan as you trailed kisses downward, savoring the subtle saltiness of his skin.

Before long, you found yourself kneeling between his thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. The raw desire in his gaze spurred you on as you began to tease him with gentle, exploratory kisses along the inside of his thigh. His hand threaded through your hair as his breath grew ragged, his murmurs mingling with the soft sounds of your ministrations. You took your time, letting each kiss and soft lick build the intensity between you. When you finally moved closer, your warm mouth enveloped him; every deliberate stroke of your tongue was a pledge of your shared passion.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands resting on your head to guide your movements. His pleasure was as evident as the way his body responded to your every touch, and soon you both were caught in an intoxicating rhythm of mutual giving.

But the intimacy did not stop there. As the taste of desire and satisfaction mingled with the soft light of morning, Javier shifted his focus. With a gentle yet commanding look, he guided you so that you lay back, your body exposed in a vulnerable yet empowered state. “Now, let me show you how much I crave you,” he whispered.

Rising to his knees, he began his own exploration, his tongue tracing patterns along your inner thigh before finally reaching the most sensitive places. Every touch, every flicker of his tongue, brought soft gasps and the quickening of your breath. You arched your back, your hands gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure built inside you. In the quiet intimacy of that morning, you were both performers in a delicate, passionate duet, each act of oral caressing the other as much as it filled you with need.

Between whispered words and the music of soft moans, you exchanged playful, heated dialogue. “You taste even better than I remembered,” Javier murmured as you both took turns exploring each other’s most intimate parts. “I love hearing you moan, knowing that every inch of you is mine,” he said, his voice low and filled with adoration.

“You make me feel alive,” you responded, your words punctuated by another soft moan as he switched back to you, ensuring that every bit of desire was both given and received. The raw energy of your morning encounter was as wild as it was tender—a true celebration of trust, passion, and the magnetic pull that drew you both together time and again.

As your bodies reached a blissful crescendo, the lines between giving and receiving blurred until you were both lost in a haze of mutual ecstasy. In the aftermath, breathless and spent, you lay entwined in each other’s arms, the quiet of the morning punctuated only by soft, contented sighs. The passion of the night had transformed into a gentle, lingering tenderness as you both savored the afterglow.

In that sacred space of shared vulnerability, you knew without words that this was more than just a physical connection—it was an affirmation of the depth of your desire, trust, and the unspoken promise of many more mornings filled with both wild abandon and tender intimacy.

[sunsbaby]

:･ dean winchester x tiamat!reader

.ᐟ mentions of abandonment . reader is a good/bad mom? . hurt/comfort . sam is her baby . kissing .

Tiamat; the primordial goddess of the sea and the mother of the gods. Associated with the chaos of creation. Said to be depicted as a woman with a tail, and sometimes as a monstrous sea serpent or a dragon. But, in all honesty you found that to be quite silly. After all you had a tail-yes, but it was more similar to a mermaids.

You weren't a dragon nor serpent, just half human, half fish. Bred from chaos and born to live and breath it. Sure, you'd 'birthed' many gods. Ones that grew up to roam the Earth and cause a ruckus. Yet, you never nurtured them like a true mother, instead tossing them out into the world once they could stand on their own two feet. Though time had changed you, it softened your rough edges and hindered your sharp mind.

Taking in small humans, children but in reality they really were small humans, and raising them to be great. 'Mother' they called you, your once cold heart warmed at the words. Somehow things slipped past you, their horrible deeds in your name. In the name of 'Tiamat.' That wasn't who you were anymore, stupid people and their need for control.

You knew deep down you shouldn't have taken them in, taught them, and told them who you really were. Now, people were out to get you. Unlike old times in which many were afraid of you, of what you could do. So, into hiding you went. Heavy hearted and disappointed. Your children betrayed you, of course for your past doing you may have deserved it, but that didn't mean it never hurt.

Sam and Dean were certain that whatever goddess these weirdos were claiming their crimes were in the name of was gone—disappeared off the face of the Earth in fact. There hadn't been any sightings of her in ages, and the lore-books weren't exactly accurate on looks. Dean's head fell onto the desk, a groan escaping his lips.

"Sammy, why don't we just let it be, y'know? Let some other hunter handle it." Lifting his head up to meet Sam's eyes, determination brewing within them.

"C'mon Dean, we can't just let this keep happening here. It's our job to save people, is it not?" Dean could feel an argument waiting to happen if he didn't choose his words carefully, so he let it be.

Choosing to stomp out into some bar, pick up a chick, and have the time of his life. The night was a blur for him, while Sam continued to research. Something was off about everything, and Sam was going to find out why.

That's how he found himself on the shore, the waves crashing in front of him as the salty breeze brushes past his form. He had a paper in front of him, a summoning of sorts. Granted he did find it online so it wasn't a hundred percent guaranteed to work; however, he still tried. The words fell off his tongue swiftly, like he'd been practicing for years.

You felt a pull towards the shore, words fill your head. You hadn't heard another voice in millennia, especially not a summoning as powerful as this. Who was this man summoning you—what power did he have? Rising from your perch in your cavern, no control as your body moves itself. Gliding through the water with precise turns and twists. Your mind was a mess until you were on the sand, the sand?

The fin you once had was now turned into a pair of legs, naked lower half on display for whomever called you. Immediately your hands went to cover your crotch and his went straight to his eyes. With a cough he said,

"Sorry—Tiamat, is it?" He had a knowing tone, like he was just asking to see if you'd lie. Of course you had no choice but to tell the truth, denying a title wasn't worth dying over.

"Yes, that's me. Now, what have you called me fo–" Before you could even finish your sentence, he had cuffs around you and was dragging you into the back of some strange contraption.

Surprisingly it wasn't weird to hear your own voice again, but you were rather annoyed that this strange boy didn't let you finish. A scowl formed on your face, elegant features turned a bit rugged at the expression.

"A bit rude aren't you, boy." Your words were laced with a venom meant to bite, to hurt. But, he wasn't affected one bit, instead he laughed.

"Dean will have fun getting you to speak, Tiamat." You began to get confused, who was Dean and why do you need to speak. And oh my goodness, will he stop calling you that godforsaken name!

"Please, for the love of God's above and on Earth, stop calling me Tiamat, anything but that." Speaking of your children in such a way reminded you of the past, so much so it felt as if a hand was grabbing your heart and twisting it. You wished you'd been a better mother to them, at least then they would've turned out better.

Instead you were stuck with human children to call you, 'Mother.' Children that used your name in ill ways, to justify their illegal actions.

"Mhm—shut up, we'll talk later. And you're going to tell us everything about this little cult you have going on." Now it's we? I thought Dean was getting you to talk, humans and their confusing nature.

This man didn't match his words, instead he seemed quite the opposite. You shrugged, eyes locking with his. You're gaze piercing into his soul. Sam shuddered, turning his gaze onto the road in front. He was attempting to be more tough, yet it seemed his words only confused you further. This was Dean's job, not really his.

The drive was long and excruciating, so boring too. You'd rather be back in your cavern, listening to the waves. Sleeping for decades and waking up just to check on your babies—the sea creatures. Mermaids, sirens, anything beneath the blue waters is your creation as well. You were most proud of them, they'd never betrayed you nor did you ever hurt them in a way. Yes, you felt bad for what you did with your eldest kids, but you were young and didn't know much other than chaos and war.

Oh, how you wanted to love something new, and exciting—but you forbid yourself from ever making anything new. In fear it'd turn its back on you, leaving you in the dust. Like always.

The boy, Sam. You could feel his soul, his being. And he was hurt—broken even. All you wanted to do was hold him and make him feel better. It was your motherly instinct after all. But, you felt pieces of another on him.

Must be the Dean he was talking about, you wanted to care for Dean as well. The remnants of his being left on his brother were almost stabbing you. He was broken down to every atom in his body, but it wasn't motherly love—no, It was love that showed itself through light touches and soft kisses.

The car, as Sam called it, finally parked at a building. Motel it read, strange. You had found something to cover your bottom half in the backseat, your top half covered by shells. With a harsh tug on your wrist he pulled you inside, and there he was—Dean. His green eyes trailed down your figure, his shoulders back and chest puffed out. He was trying to be scary? It was laughable, so a little chuckle slipped past your lips. And apparently he didn't like that, he seemed on edge and that threw him off.

"What's funny? Last time I checked we had you in cuffs and to our mercy." His rough hand grabbed your cheeks, smushing them together.

Dean was conflicted, the noise that left your body had him feeling some way, yet he didn't let that affect him. You had to be trying to seduce him or drug him. Pushing his hand away with what strength you had left after being manhandled by these over six-foot men, you stared at him with a look of pure irritation. Rubbing your cheeks with soft hands, glaring at Dean.

Your sharp eyes were enough to make his body and mind stutter. Power and beauty radiated from you. It was alluring, no wonder you were deemed a goddess—it was the perfect title for you.

"Who are you to touch me like that?" You exclaimed, ready to defend yourself with whatever means necessary. "I'll have you know I've been in hiding for years! It's not my business what my children do in my name.." You muttered the last sentence, like there was something stopping you from saying it.

"Children?" Both boys said, turning to face each other. Of course, they were going off of stupid lore-books.

"Yes, children. I had taken in small humans and raised them, since I wasn't the best mother with the God's." With a roll of your eyes you held out your cuff-covered wrist. Raising an eyebrow, awaiting someone to get them off. When Sam eventually unlocked them, you stepped away. Presumably to change, leaving the two boys to themselves.

Soon after the boys went out, terminating your assumed 'cult.' Then you stuck with them, first it was dingy motels and monster hunts. When they began to trust you more, the bunker and divine beings came into the picture. Those now—you were familiar with.

Sam was a victim of your motherly instinct, now with him being near you always had someone to care for. Whether that be fixing his hair, lulling him to sleep after long days of research or a hunt, and maybe cooking him food. So much so that Dean was, jealous?

What he didn't know was that, you didn't love him like a mother loved her son, you love loved him. The urge to press his lips to yours and heal him of his burdens with love was eating you alive, so you took action. You found Dean, sat at a desk with a bottle of beer in hand. Walking up to him, you placed a ginger hand on his shoulder.

As if on instinct he spoke, "Sam is in his room, you know where it i–" You cut him off with a finger to his lips.

"Dean, I was looking for you. Listen, I don't want your brother. I think of him as my child, you on the other hand, I want you." You blurted out, cheeks flushed and head pointed to your feet. Normally you were confident, nothing would get you to act like this, nothing but the eldest winchester.

Your confession had Dean's head swirling. Questions conjuring up and doubts forming. For once, Dean was silenced. Not witty or teasing comeback. You guys were one in the same when it came to the effects you had on each other.

You couldn't wait any longer, pressing your lips onto his in a firm kiss. Dean fell out of his trance, eyes fluttering shut from their wide position and hands grasping tight onto your hips. You were everything he didn't know he needed, a goddess, a queen, and you were his.

sunny yaps! I got this idea yesterday and just wrote so much for her! I hope you guys like her, I had soooo much fun conjuring up these ideas!!! 2 fics in ONE DAY WOAHH!! I LOVE YOU ALL COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED SO MUCHH!

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[saitoakirachan-fangirls]

Obsessed with the idea of a lowkey unethical scientist Wakaba who experimented on Akechi and the complicated feelings generated from this within Futaba and Akechi.

Akechi and Wakaba's relationship was surprisingly cordial. If anything, he quite liked her because she was the smartest of the bunch and also the nicest to him. I mean, he still killed her, but. You know. She would talk about her young daughter and about Featherman, knowing that he's a fan of the show. She would ask how he felt after the experiments and gave him more grace than the others when he couldn't generate the result they were hoping for. (This is both because she's kinder and because she doesn't mind not "getting results." As far as she's concerned, any data is "results.") And yet.

And yet she didn't stop doing horrible experiments on him. Akechi was a child-shaped resource to her. Like a video game child, where you want to be nicer because it's cute and it looks like the real thing, but when it comes down to it, it's not really a person. She won't push as much as the others, and she always asks if he's okay. But, well, that's not her child. So if he says it's fine and the experiment isn't compromised, then who is she to doubt him? Isn't the knowledge obtained through these experiments more precious than the feelings of a teen she barely knew, and who insisted he was fine anyway? Yes, a palace collapsing kills the people inside (they made sure that to double check). Yes, this kid can cause psychotic breakdowns (it proved her hypothesis right). Yes, killing a shadow kills the person. But can't you see? This is all in the name of science. It's bigger than her or him or all of them.

Akechi's feelings about her flip-flops a lot depending on his mental state. Sometimes, he tries to justify killing her because she deserves it for what she did to him (the others wanted to do worse before she stopped them), it was her own fault for researching something so dangerous without knowing how to protect herself (how could she have predicted her team turning on her?) and he was just following orders anyway (a lot of corrupt adults are also "just following orders"), but more often, he settles on her being innocent. Since it was his decision to participate in the experiments, he needs to shoulder all the responsibility for his own pain. It was his choice, because he was obviously in control this whole time. He's a free agent. He's manipulating the adults here, don't you see? He wasn't a child anymore.

When Futaba learned about her human experiments, especially the ones on Akechi, she was shocked and horrified. "My mom was a fucking monster!" And Akechi is like, "Yeah the experiments sucked but I consented to everything." "You were 14-15???" And for a long time she is unable to really reconcile the image of her workaholic but loving mother with an obsessive scientist willing to turn a blind eye to the ethically bankrupt act of using a teen as a brain magic lab rat.

Idk, I just thought it would be funny and depressing if Futaba started thinking her mother was a horrible monster while Akechi has to defend Wakaba cause the truth is that she was kind of horrible but also like, a person. She was Futaba's loving mother, Sojiro's best friend, and an advocate for women in STEM. To her experiment subjects (because Akechi wasn't the only one, let's be real), she was a demon, but to other, she was a genuinely good person. Morally grey Wakaba Isshiki my beloved.

Also also, every adult who was involved with Akechi in any significant way pre-series dehumanized him :3c

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hi there!

I saw that you are/were friends with the creators of Stellar Remnants and as someone who knows one of them irl and has heard their non-stop yapping about your stuff I took it upon myself to ask what that little rat is too scared to ask!

What would the SEA Family’s reaction be to the relationships developed within Stellar Remnants?

Also, to give some relationship breakdowns that I actually do surprisingly have permission to share from CoastxlWater’s themself:

You don’t see much of the celestials in the main fic, but from my friend’s rambles about the what-ifs and oneshots series the Remnant Family do infact think about the celestials a good bit to where there are technically relationships

Eclipse hates moon basically, but a good chunk of that hate stems from fear and the knowledge of knowing Moon won’t give up. Since as we know, Eclipse was infact once Moon and so he knows how the bot would act.

Solar Flare would infact do the same thing it did to KC to Moon if it ever gets its claws on him, you don’t mess with Flare and especially not its father.

Bloodmoon wants to basically harass everyone in the celestial family. But due to Eclipse’s creative threats and tracker planted in them they haven’t tried anything yet, or atleast that is what Coastxl has told me about the upcoming prompts.

No one in the Remnants family hate Sun so to say, but no one exactly likes him. Eclipse and Bloodmoon with their distrust of the sunny animatronic and Solar Flare carries its own opinions on Sun.

Eclipse still cares about Lunar, and Bloodmoon does as well but neither would say they like Lunar, because they don’t. Surprisingly it’s Flare to have the major problem here, because from what Coastxl has told me Flare doesn’t appreciate the kids actions. Flare apparently has strong opinions on why Lunar was wrong to turn on Eclipse, especially because Moon’s own treatment of Sun. So Flare is the one who mainly dislikes Lunar.

Surprisingly no one in the family have strong opinions on Solar, and apparently one line Coastxl does have planned for a future chapter is, “Solar? I don’t care for Moon’s little lap dog, I mean yeah he helps Moon and all but they are family who usually treat each other right so it’s understandable, though Solar is a pushover. People pleaser, even.” - Eclipse

Same as Solar no one has strong opinions on Earth, they all kind of just ignore the cheerful ‘sister’ and only plan for Moon, Sun, Solar, and Lunar ever finding where they are. Or really Eclipse is the only one planning and worrying, Bloodmoon and Flare are just trying to get Eclipse to stop worrying.

One thing they all have in common though is a hatred for Monty, and yes that does include Bloodmoon. No one really likes Monty.

I think their relationships with KC are shown well enough in the making fic, Coastxl said they might try developing the hatred and fear more through more night terrors and maybe even a few complete group hallucinations, so they do have a deep fear of KC is all I’m saying.

And before you ask, “how do u know u have permission to say this if they don’t know about you having all of their socials and links to the stuff they like?” Well, they said and I quote: “hm? Oh yeah you can spoil it if you want it’s not like it’s some huge surprise or anything- oh your asking this for possible future blackmail huh? Well fuck you I could give less of a fuck about you spoiling this, HAH”

I dunno if we're on friend levels yet, though tbf I don't really do any of these online friendship things often thanks to crippling anxiety 👍

Also they didn't shut up about my stuff? :0 Somehow I'm still surprised people seem to like my stuff, haha

Also, if anyone tries murdering me in my sleep because of this post, I'm throwing you under the bus <3 /silly

Weeeeeeeell, SEA and SR are pretty different relationshipwise, which would be a surprise to the SEA family.

Solar Flare and Eclipse wouldn't be able to imagine a father-son relationship between themselves, though Solar Flare would understand Flare's attachement to Eclipse, because it's also pretty attached to its own. Even if differently.

Killcode would be greatly saddened there's such a shitty version of himself, and he'd be torn between trying to fix their opinion of him and staying away, if only because he knows more now about trauma and those sorts of things. He too wouldn't want to see the people who caged him and his family in, so he can understand why the Remnants family would want to stay away. Doesn't mean he wouldn't be very tempted to change their opinion tho

Bloodmoon would find how Flare is so much younger an amusing difference they'd use to tease their own brothers. It's too good an opportunity to waste. They just have to do it.

Lunar would be freaked by the dislike of that Solar Flare, used to his brother being reliant, protective, quietly loving and most importantly, patient and always there. He wouldn't know what to do with a version of them that's more hostile with him.

Moon would once again be surprised while also not about just how much he sucks. He wouldn't blame the family though, because he knows he's awful. He would feel more comfortable staying away.

Sun would take one look at it and shrug. He can't do anything, it's none of his business, if those people want something they'll approach each other and work out their issues. He's more than aware family can be complicated and there can be lots of resentment and hostility and dislike, especially with everything that's going on. He also wouldn't be offended by someone looking down on him, because he's aware at first glance he really does appear pathetic.

Over all, the SEA family is surprised, sad and disappointed by the state of the Stellar Remnants dimension, but not like they can do much about it. They have to decide to change their relationships if they want to be something different. Although they'd prefer if these people didn't try murdering each other

(Also, SEA Eclipse thinks the four arms are cool and wishes he was built like that too. Everyone else is just glad the sleep-deprieved fuck doesn't have another pair of hands to overwork himself with)

[l1ndseyper3z]

More gallavich headcanons cause you're tweaking about them just as much as I am

- they kind of become the new kev and v

- mickey ends up owning the alibi (kev sells it to him because he knows mickey knows what he's doing)

- ian still misses being an ENT so he kinda becomes the new nurse V.

- I get the vibe ian becomes a youth worker, him and Trevor probably stay kinda friends and Trevor gets him a job because he knows he genuinely cares about the kids

- Tommy and kermit actually think they're kinda sweet (in their own fucked up way)

- they become the designated babysitter for franny because franny ADORES mickey

- debbie will be like "franny come on we need to get you to school" and she'll be clinging to mickeys leg

- mickey goes soft around franny

- ian sometimes just stares mickey (kinda like when he was tryna see the look in his eye in like s2 or whenever)

- ian ends up getting a tattoo of mickeys name in the same spot as mickeys (also spelt wrong)

- probably like micey milcovich or something

- mickey gets all smiley and giggly when ian gives him a kiss on the cheek or head

- I mean you all saw him in 4-11 when ian kissed him on the head he looked so happy

- they don't have their own draws or closets they take what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine very literally

- like boxers and socks and everything

- they've had each other's dicks down their throats they do not give a shit about clothes

- mickey sleeps infinitely better as long as he's got a tiny bit of contact with ian

- you've seen their little touches

LOOK AT THEM.

- ian subconsciously nuzzles into mickeys neck every time they hug

- mickey makes fun of him for it but if he doesn't do it he'll bitch and whine

- they also constantly hold hands during sex

- like every single time

- initially mickey wouldn't have initiated it but wouldn't care if ian did it

- s9 and forward mickey initiates it and bitches if ian forgets

- after their lease is up on the west side they buy a 2 or 3 bed house in the southside and they're much happier

- mickey runs absolutely freezing so he's always stealing ians hoodies

- ian just brings a hoodie with him everywhere he goes just to make sure mickeys warm

- mickeys a surprisingly good cook and he always makes sure ian (and a potential bipolar kid) has good food with the meds

- ian fiddles with his ring constantly cause he doesn't wanna loose it again

- he finds it so endearing that mickey cares so much about the fact that their married

- he likes that its not a piece of paper to him anymore

- mickey asks without really asking ian to put eyeliner on like he did when he worked at the fairytale

- whenever ian goes through one of his downs if his meds are out of balance mickey handles it like a PRO

- whenever mickey does anything sweet or really thoughtful ian gets all smiley and mickeys like "the fuck u smiling about gallagher?"

- I love them 🙁

[ryuichirou]

HiHi! Just found your blog recently! Very fun to read all the headcanon stuff!

If you could, could you do one where the Twisted boys comfort their S.O. when they're emotionally burnt out? Would be nice to read about.

Thanks! <3

Hi! I’m sorry, I am a magician that took your “recently” and turned it into an “a while ago” because god it’s been so long..!! I am so so sorry!

Still, I am happy you enjoyed my hcs, and I hope you are still around to at least read this very belated reply.

It was fun writing something fluffy for a change. It really did feel nice. The next list is probably going to be cursed to balance it out lol

Riddle – I think he is not very good at recognising things like emotional burnout or any other kind of “unhappiness” because his own feelings had always been neglected. In result, he doesn’t really know how to deal with his lover feeling burnt out… but he’ll probably read a lot of books about it and do his best do act according to all the information he’s gathered! He’d be very clumsy about it too, but I feel like even just the effort to make the other person feel better would cheer them up, at least it would definitely cheer Trey up.

Ace – he is a sensible douche. He is secretly kind of supportive while saying shit like “oh snap out of it already, what’s wrong with you lately?” and rolling his eyes at the same time. He isn’t the most gracious one, but he still cares a lot, so he’d do little nice gestures for his partner when he’s feeling down. He would mostly try to distract him by bringing him somewhere to do something fun or relax; Ace is a little worse at giving his partner some space though. But he means well, really.

Deuce – he defaults to “let’s just ride a bike and scream at the ocean”, nothing to really add there, to be honest lol But it’s very effective! The first time he took Ace for a bike ride, Ace got so surprised by how unexpectedly cool Deuce looked that he completely forgot about his worries. Didn’t really need to yell at the ocean. In fact, he refused to do it because that felt too cringe. I also must add, despite being oblivious, Deuce is more sensitive to his partner’s emotional state than Ace.

Trey – we all know his love language by now – it’s baked goods lol He is the type to stealthily slip through the door, leave a tray with a piece of pie and a cup of tea next to his loved one, and leave him alone until he feels better. It’s not like Trey can’t provide any active emotional support, it’s just not his style, and he feels kind of awkward doing the whole hugging and comforting thing. He is a good listener though! But still, whenever he feels like Riddle (for example) isn’t feeling well, you know damn well he’s going to get the best strawberries to bake him something nice. Maybe he’ll even spend some extra money for that, just to make it feel more special.

Cater – he has a meme folder for occasions just like this one lol but honestly, I’m not sure if Cater is very good at supporting someone who is emotionally burnt out. He can certainly relate to it though. And it’s easier for him if his partner requires some chatting about insignificant and non-important things, he is very good at providing those.

Leona – I don’t think he’s ever had a situation in which he would have to worry about something like that… but if he feels Ruggie is feeling blue or being seriously out of it, he’d ask him to do something for him lol Which sounds bad, but he would pick a task that is surprisingly chill, as if he is intentionally giving Ruggie an opportunity to take a breather and relax, maybe even do something pleasant. Is that him being nice? If he is asked about it, he’d either say that he is an extremely caring person and should be appreciated for that (sarcasm), or pretend that he doesn’t understand what Ruggie is talking about.

Ruggie – he does whatever he feels is more valuable: brings some food, maybe does something for a person, leaves them to rest. If it’s Leona though, he knows that he doesn’t really require any more food, rest, or services, he gets plenty of it already. So he might actually drag him to take a bath or something lol He catches moments when Leona is feeling down due to his physical state very well. He is very physical-world-oriented in general, not a huge pep talk giver.

Jack – he has a regimen for when he himself is feeling down, so he’ll put a person through it too: he’d make him run for like two hours at first, and he’d show him very cool and pretty scenery. Kind of similar to what Deuce does, but with physical exercise + without any bikes lol The idea is that you distract your mind by keeping your body busy, and then by the time you’re done, you’re feeling accomplished and exhausted at the same time, but also you get to stare at something beautiful… He is a romantic lol

Azul – I’m actually writing him last chronologically because, unexpectedly, it’s very difficult for me to think about him in this context. He isn’t heartless, especially when it comes to someone that he loves a lot, but I feel like he isn’t very good at genuine emotional support. It’s easy for him to go through the list of things one should do in such a situation, to say stuff like “you know that I am always here for you to cry on my shoulder!”, but such words sound so fake from Azul even when he means it lol So if he really really cares about the person, he’d try to create some sense of comfort for them, I guess. To indulge them in something that they wouldn’t normally indulge in, or that Azul himself doesn’t usually want them to indulge in. With Idia, it’s going to be a huge variety of snacks, a fancy variation of his shitty chemical foods (with all the chemicals intact, just plated in a very nice way, thanks Tweels), and also some time off that Azul took from his busy schedule to play games with him all night. With Jamil, it’s trickier because they aren’t as emotionally close…

Jade – another believer in nature healing emotional wounds, he is very likely to bring his partner to the mountains to spend a couple of nights under the stars and with bears roaming nearby. Maybe he just wants his partner to start worrying for his life instead… when you worry for your life, you don’t have time to be emotionally drained! But if hiking isn’t an option for some unfathomable reason, he doesn’t mind just being extra sweet and butler-like for some time, literally taking care of his partner. He’d act so sickly-sweet that they would have no choice but to start feeling better! Just to make him stop!

Floyd – he doesn’t like it when someone who usually brings him fun suddenly becomes all apathetic and sad, so he’ll start poking the person, both literally and figuratively. Maybe he’ll poke enough for them to get angry, and then he’ll be very satisfied with himself. “Goldfishie is acting like himself again~” or something like that. He does have moments when he almost feels like a caring boyfriend, when he hugs his lover tightly and tells him to cheer up in a very cute tone. But if he feels like he’s getting nowhere, he’ll get frustrated and leave until he feels like coming back to poke his partner again. Maybe it’s his turn to be apathetic and irritable lol

Kalim – he’ll instantly feel that something is off, and will do his absolute darnest to help! And unfortunately that usually means that he’ll get overwhelming. His train of thought is usually to feed, to cheer up with dance and music, to throw a party with a parade. One of those things is bound to make his lover feel better, right? If it’s Jamil though, he might also try to take some of Jamil’s responsibilities to give him some time to relax. And he might even not create more work for Jamil by doing so! He also could give Jamil a vacation and give him like a week to travel by himself and relax, but he won’t get this idea himself – someone needs to tell him. Oh, and to talk about feelings. This isn’t where Kalim’s mind naturally goes to, but he is good at it.

Jamil – isn’t he the one who needs support more..!! just kidding; I think he would try to think rationally. At first he’d check if his partner isn’t getting sick since that could be a reason for him feeling blue, then he’ll probably try to create a quiet place for him to rest. If he loves the person, he might even make him a playlist of some good music. It honestly depends on who it is, but I feel like Jamil is very careful and attentive and knows exactly what his partner needs, especially if he loves him. With Kalim though, it’s complicated, I feel like Jamil would get genuinely surprised and almost scared if he Kalim was feeling emotionally exhausted…

Vil – it also depends on a person, I guess. Firstly, if it’s someone who he has some power over as a housewarden (i.e. Rook), he’d give him some time to rest, even if it’s just a day. Then, his plan is surprisingly similar to what Jack would do lol Something active at first, something beautiful and indulgent. He might do yoga or meditation, but if it’s Rook for example, they already do it every day, so he could go for something more active. Like an impromptu game of hide-and-seek?? Or something like that. And after they’ll watch his loved one’s favourite movie (or the one Vil thinks he would enjoy) while Vil gives him massages and does something with his partner’s face and hair to make him feel even better. Oh, he’d also light some scented candles to make his loved one feel like the time has stopped for the two of them. And if there is something that bothers his loved one, Vil is absolutely here to talk about it and to provide not only emotional support, but also a feeling of clarity when it’s needed. Honestly? It’s such a fucking treat, the lucky guy should feel extremely honored lol

Rook – now this is someone who looooves talking about feelings lol But he is also someone who adapts the most to his partner’s needs! Because he is scarily attentive, he knows everything about people’s preferences and things that they usually crave, so he would arrive with food for one person, make a playlist for some other person, give a lot of hugs to the third person, and maybe even leave some other person alone for some time to give them space! With Vil, for example, he would mirror his own ways a little bit: some yoga, some beauty rituals and self-care, and then a marathon of his favourite old-ass obscure-ass movies that only the two of them watched. But no matter what he does, it always ends with a heart-to-heart. Rook just has to make a person talk about their feelings…

Epel – honestly, he is a delightful cutie. He tries very hard to make his loved one feel better, and his methods are usually pretty simple; he just remembers what his mom and meemaw used to do when he was feeling blue. So, something nice to eat, something soft to cuddle! He was thinking a plushie or a pillow, but his partner might end up cuddling him instead lol That would surely make one’s emotional battery charge quickly! But also, despite his cuteness, I can also picture him as someone who would want to break things when he is upset, so maybe he’d try to organise that as well…

Idia – he is not super equipped to handle situations like these, but he is very sensitive when it comes to recognising them. For example, he’ll instantly know  the difference between “Azul is irritable because he’s just being Azul” and “Azul is irritable because he is exhausted but can’t stop and take it easy”. And with Azul, he might actually tell him that he needs to chill before he explodes or hurts himself. But usually his go-to is to offer a distraction (a game, something to read, something to watch) and just fuck off until the person initiates the dialogue. Idia doesn’t really mind talking about something that bothers his loved one, but he extremely rarely addresses it first, he prefers to let them start venting themselves.

Ortho – he calculated the best route to take based on all the info he found on the internet! Which is a good and a bad thing because, on the one hand, he’ll present everything a person might need, it’s like textbook emotional support. But on the other hand, online articles usually talk about the importance of eliminating the source of stress, and we know how literal Ortho could get with such suggestions… the source of stress is better watch out!! Jokes aside, what’s good about Ortho is that he is learning and he is very careful: if he sees his loved one reacting well to a certain thing, he’ll do more of this thing, and then he’ll basically teach himself to be the best emotional support buddy. He is like that with Idia already, he brings him the best snacks to munch!

Lilia – he is a big believer in changing scenery when you’re feeling exhausted, emotionally burnt out or overwhelmed. So if it’s possible to take his loved one somewhere, he would gladly do that. But also, these days he is very into “shake the sadness off!” approach, so he kind of pushes his lover to do something fun, maybe even something crazy or dangerous. Of course, he’s also a very good person to talk to, and unlike some other people, he initiates the dialogue first when he feels like his sad boy starts to feel a bit better, like he’s up to have a chat. Honestly, he would put them through such a ride that starts on a very crazy note and ends on a surprisingly delightful and romantic one.

Silver – he is a very sensitive boy and he notices those things quickly. But he probably thinks that he isn’t much of a help, so sometimes he just sits nearby, feeing kind of useless. But the thing is, Silver is surrounded by emotional support critters at all times, so with him just sitting nearby, one’s worry would go away so fast… when his lover says that he really cheered him up, Silver always looks confused, but happy nonetheless. Silver also probably suggests his loved one to tell him about what troubles him, but he doesn’t talk much himself, just listens. With Sebek this might not work though, so he’d cheer him up by inviting him to train or whatnot. This seems to be their love language lol

Sebek – does Sebek even believe in emotional burnout? I feel like he is someone who gets angry at first because this isn’t the behaviour he expects and knows how to handle. But at the same time, Sebek is also sensible enough to know when something is off (e.g. Silver’s dorm vignette), but his ways of emotional support are kind of indirect. So, he’s either trying to boost morale with his energetic speeches, or tries to support the person physically (by either training if it’s Silver, or making sure the person isn’t sick). If it’s Malleus who is feeling blue, Sebek’s going to be obnoxious and express his support by angrily barking at everyone who dares to go near Malleus until he starts feeling better. Is it a good way to support Malleus? Not really, but he’s trying…

Malleus – it’s probably something that Malleus never really had to go through; other people’s emotional state had never been his responsibility. The worst thing that could happen before was Lilia getting mad or upset, but emotional burnout? That’s something new. But not something that is entirely unknown to Malleus because his own emotional state could be unstable and volatile, and he gets overwhelmed sometimes too. He probably won’t be able to recognise this in another person (especially if it’s Lilia for whom this state is very unusual), and might get frustrated at first. But when he figures out that this is what he himself feels sometimes, he’ll teleport somewhere with his loved one and fly with him somewhere to enjoy solitude and calmness…

[scarletwitchproperty]

Can’t remember what I used to fight for - Chapter 1

a/n: ...let's just assume, for the sake of this fanfic that I'm writing (as if I don't have other WIPs glaring at me from their files waiting for me to finish writing them), that Wanda is alive, everyone is too and AgathaRio made up and are back to being the wives they deserved to be because I said so 💅🏻🥰

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal (we’re not quite there yet for Wagathario our ladies and savior 🫢)

Words: 1.7k

Summary: A supposedly walking dead boy finds himself inside the home of a not quite but believed to be dead woman. (also said walking dead boy’s mother is panicking just a little cause her sweet boy’s soul is nowhere to be found 🥰)

Warnings: ahem…I don’t know? Nicky panicking because he’s supposed to be dead and our resident sweet boy thinks his mommy will be mad because he is? 😭 (Wanda having attachment issues and immediately swearing to protect Nicky like he’s her own 🫢 idk if that’s supposed to be a warning but there you go, might’ve forgotten something 😂)

He doesn’t know where he is, darkness his only companion.

He also knew that he was not supposed to be where he was right now. His mommy had left him in her realm, hidden from all the other souls like always, promising him that she would not be long, that she had her job to do. He was happy, patiently waiting for his mama to join them. He knew that was still a long way to go, but he had waited three centuries, he could wait a few more.

It still didn’t explain why he now found himself in a house that wasn’t his, nor why there was a red headed woman dressed in red looking at him anxiously. His tiny blue eyes fell upon her barely darkened fingers, confusion filling him as he didn’t see the book he knew was the cause of this floating nearby.

‘’Miss did you use the Darkhold?’’

‘’How-how do you know that?’’ The woman looks tired, Nicky realizes. She has cuts that he knows mommy would be able to heal in the blink of an eye, dried blood covering her entire outfit. Her green eyes have this faint red glow as she looks over his body, as if she is trying to read him. ‘’Where do you even come from child?’’

‘’My mommy’s realm, why?’’ Nicky sees the red head sigh as she pinches the bridge of her nose. ‘’Ooooh, you want to know where I was born? I think it was Salem, but I’m not too sure anymore.’’

‘’Of course it is, goddamnit,’’ the witch rolls her eyes, an amused smile appearing on her face as she slowly walks over to Nicky. ‘’Pray tell, who’s your mommy? And how do you know about the Darkhold?’’

‘’My mama used it, that’s why mommy couldn’t find her for years!’’ Nicky says as he grabs the witch’s hand, surprised that she lets him do it. ‘’Oh! And my mommy is Death!’’

‘’She’s who now?!’’

‘’Oops, sorry. I mean, my mommy’s name is Rio,’’ Nicky says with a sheepish smile on his face, knowing that not everyone takes the news of his mommy being Death well. That’s why he was kept away from all the other soul in his mommy’s realm, some of them were really mean to him after learning who he was. ‘’Rio Vidal. Do you know her?’’

‘’Sweet boy no, I wouldn’t ask you if I did.’’

‘’Do you know my mama then?’’

The witch audibly sighs, it being louder than her previous sigh. She was surprisingly patient with him, but then again he didn’t feel anything evil coming from her. Nicky was good like that, knowing if someone had good or bad intention. Mommy always said he got it from his mama.

‘’No, sweet boy. But why don’t you tell me your name?’’

‘’It���s Nicholas Vidal-Harkness.’’

‘’H-Harkness?’’

‘’Yeah! Like Agatha Harkness! She’s my mama, do you know where she is? Maybe she can bring me back to mommy then, I’m not allowed to be with the alive people.’’

‘’Huh? You look pretty alive to me.’’

It’s only then that Nicky really looks at himself. What should’ve been the translucent skin that he’s known for the last three hundred years was instead replaced by his very much solid human skin.

How was that even possible?

‘’No no no no no, it can’t be. Mommy said I wasn’t allowed to come back, she said it’s not allowed!’’ Nicky yells in panic, thinking about how his mommy is going to be so mad and so sad that he’s gone. If it is true, if he’s really alive, then something really bad must’ve happened for it to be his new reality. ‘’Oh no, mommy’s going to be sooo mad!’’

‘’Why would she? Isn’t she supposed to be glad that you’re alive?’’

‘’NOOO! I’m supposed to be dead!’’

And that stuns the witch into silence. She knows more than anyone that you can’t bring back the dead without any consequences. Look at what happened to Strange when he possessed the body of his deceased self from another universe.

Wanda, as it is really her, really looks at the child, the little boy in front of her. He does have the same bright blue eyes as her ex…friend, yes. Agatha was her friend, in a way. Even if she ended up trapping her in her own mind, even if they did fight it out like they were going to kill each other. Agatha had been her friend, even if briefly, helping her raise her boys inside the Hex, being there for her in her own unique and quirky way. Being Agatha.

Nicholas does look a lot like his mother, but then again some of this features don’t look like Agatha at all. If she is to believe the little boy, which she does, he half resembles Agatha and Death. And really, how does that even work? How does one get pregnant with Death’s child?

She sees the little boy start to panic, his breath coming in quick short gasps. He falls to the floor of her cabin, curling in a ball and rocking back and forth. Wanda falls to her knees in front of him, her maternal instincts calling out to her to comfort this little boy. She might not ever get hers back, but she’ll be damned if she lets another child get hurt in her home.

‘’Shhh, it’s okay Nicholas, it’s okay. Come here sweet boy, it’s alright,’’ Wanda hugs the little boy to her chest, gently rubbing up and down his back. Nicky starts to follow her breathing pattern, and soon enough he goes back to a somewhat normal state. Tears are still slowly going down his little face but at least he’s not on the edge of passing out. ‘’You’ll see Nicky, I’ll help you find your mommy alright? I’m sure she won’t get mad at you, you’re her little boy!’’

‘’…only mama and mommy call me Nicky…’’

‘’Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like me to call you anything else?’’

‘’No, it’s okay. You’re nice, you can call me Nicky,’’ says the six year old, burrowing his head in Wanda’s chest. She felt cozy, the magic he could feel inside her chaotic but oh so beautiful. ‘’You feel warm, just like mama used to feel before I died. Will you help me find her?’’

‘’Of course, anything for you sweet boy.’’

Yes, sue Wanda for getting attached to another woman’s son. He reminded her so much of her Billy and Tommy when they were his age, inside the Hex. She knows she would want someone to help them find her if they were somewhere in this universe, and although Wanda doubts Agatha would do it for her considering all that happened between them, she was not cruel enough to turn away a small child in need of help.

In a house in Westview, days after the end of their adventures on the Witches Road, courtesy of young Billy Maximoff, which ended with everyone alive, thank you very much (except for Sharon, the poor innocent woman), one Rio Vidal appears, panicked, in the middle of the living room during what appears to be her wife’s coven’s very intense game of Monopoly. She looks downright horrified, and if it wasn’t for the fact that it was the first time she ever went back to her realm since the beginning of their little adventure, Agatha would’ve thought nothing of it.

‘’He’s gone.’’

‘’My love, you’ll have to be more specific.’’

‘’Nicky, he’s…’’

‘’How can he be gone if he’s already dead?’’

‘’JEN!’’

‘’What? That’s a valid question!’’

Rio crashes to the floor in front of her wife, gripping her thighs as she falls hard on her knees. For the third time in her life, Death cries.

‘’I told you, I do not let him, ever, be with the other souls I reaped. I left him in that little house I created in my realm, I even made it look just like ours used to look back in the days,’’ Rio confesses, head propped up on Agatha’s legs. ‘’I made him promise to wait for me, not to wander away. He’s six, has been for centuries, but usually he’s a good boy and he listens to me well. But today I couldn’t…Agatha, he wasn’t there.’’

‘’I’m sure you must’ve missed something, he might’ve run away for once.’’

‘’No my love, you don’t understand. I can’t feel his soul anymore. It’s like he wasn’t even dead to begin with.’’

‘’…Rio, don’t you dare get my hopes up like that…are you saying what I think you’re saying?’’

‘’I don’t know my love. I don’t want to get your hopes and mine up, but maybe…’’

Suddenly, Lilia lets out the biggest gasp of her life and everyone turn towards her in anticipation.

‘’The Red Witch is on her way, enemies beware. The son of Death under her wing, if harm comes to him, destruction she will bring.’’

The divination witch shakes her head, narrowing her eyes on her coven who looks at her like she grew another head.

‘’What?’’ Lilia looks at Billy then, the teen desperately trying to hold back his own tears. ‘’Why do you look like you’re crying?’’

‘’Maybe because you’ve just told him his mom is on his way?’’

‘’Oh, shit.’’

a/n: if you’ve seen this on ao3, yes you did. I posted it on there first and just decided why not on tumblr too (same with my taylor x oc I posted weeks ago on here)

[devilsrecreation]

The Hunger Games: Misunderstood Animals Edition

Welcome to The Hunger Games: The Misunderstood Animal Edition! In this rendition, the government (*cough*Professor Marmalade*cough*) has organized a competition consisting of animals deemed “misunderstood” by media from various cartoons. The Districts are as follows:

We got Sir Hiss and the Sheriff of Nottingham from Disney’s Robin Hood, The Bad (now Good) Guys + Diane, The Diabolical Order of Mayhem (districts 5 and 6) as well as The Chameleon and Bird Brain from TUFF Puppy, the main gang from Back to the Outback, and of course, some of the Outlanders from TLG

The good guys, bad guys, and bad guys turned good guys, have all fought well! So here are some highlights from all 3 rounds

(Some of this is OOC so brace yourselves)

Round 1:

Right off the bat, Janja kills Larry (oof)

Mr. Snake and the Sheriff of Nottingham fight for a bag but Snake gives up

Frank breaks Francisco’s nose for a basket of bread (idk how cuz Frank is a spider but damn-)

Jasiri steals from Zoe (rude)

Diane, Bird Brain, Snaptrap, and Francisco are all pricked by thorns while picking berries (I wonder if they all did it at the same time, that’d be funny)

Snaptrap spears the Sheriff in the abdomen

Diane falls on Bird Brain cuz she tried to climb a tree and they both die. Same with Mr. Snake and Ollie

Sir Hiss stabs Mr. Wolf to death with sais

Kiburi running away from Frank (he also does this in round 3 and it’s actually kinda funny)

Mr. Piranha, Janja, The Chameleon, and Zoe raid Maddie's camp while she is hunting

Miss Tarantula fends Reirei, Janja, and Jasiri away from her fire (I’m impressed!)

Sir Hiss tends to Frank's wounds.

Mr. Piranha crying himself to sleep cuz he and Shark are the only ones left now :( (Miss T fell into a pit)

Reirei sprains her ankle while running away from Nigel. Same with Snaptrap and Francisco

An arena event:

Honestly, I can see Kiburi doing that! No way in hell he’s dying without taking someone with him!

Also Snaptrap probably lives cuz he followed the survivors lol

Maddie convinces Nigel to snuggle with her cuz Zoe and Frank both died :(

During the feast: Snaptrap kills Mzingo, Nigel stabs Sir Hiss with sais, and Maddie fell into a frozen lake :(

Janja taints Snaptrap's food, killing him and then shoots an arrow into Nigel’s head

Janja wins Round 1

Round 2:

Bird Brain is unable to convince Maddie to not kill him (OKAY IN HER DEFENSE SHE PROBABLY DIDN’T REALIZE BIRD BRAIN WAS A TRIBUTE AND NOT FOOD)

The Chameleon rips a mace out of Francisco's hands (lmao he probably WAS the mace)

Mr. Wolf and Kiburi work together for the day…interesting combo

Snaptrap surprisingly keeping the Chameleon alive

Mr. Piranha convinces Frank to not kill him, only to kill him instead (lmao he would. Pretty easy since Frank is a spider)

Francisco defeats Ollie in a fight, but spares his life. (Ofc ya’ll are besties)

Zoe letting Mr. Piranha into her shelter (after he killed your friend?)

Jasiri and Mr. Snake bonding while Reirei bonds with reptiles (Maddie, The Chameleon, and Kiburi)

The Chameleon and Mr. Wolf fight Larry and Nigel. Larry and Nigel survive

Ollie attacks Mzingo, but Sheriff of Nottingham protects him, killing Ollie

Both of these happened in Night 2 btw

It says Maddie sprains her ankle while running (slithering) from Kiburi but she doesn’t have feet so….maybe she sprains her tail?

Larry, Zoe, Sir Hiss, and Mr. Snake track down and kill Diane

Mr. Shark's trap kills Francisco.

Zoe poisons Miss Tarantula's drink, but mistakes it for her own and dies.

Mzingo and Nigel track down and kill Reirei while everybody else is sleeping

Mr. Shark runs away from Sheriff of Nottingham

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE MY MONEY!!!”

Snaptrap attempts to climb a tree, but falls on Miss Tarantula, killing them both

Mr. Snake convinces Nigel to not kill him, only to kill him instead

Janja steals from Sir Hiss while he isn't looking

Kiburi tends to Maddie's wounds (aww) and Jasiri stabs Larry with a tree branch (oof)

Maddie catches Janja off guard and kills him

The Feast

JESUS CHRIST

How do you like that? A fish kills a snake and a snake kills a fish

Mr. Shark and Jasiri bond while Hiss and Maddie bond

While Maddie lets Hiss into her shelter, Jasiri kills Mr. Shark (Ya’ were friends a day ago what happened?!)

Day 10: Maddie dies from hypothermia, Hiss dies trying to escape, and Kiburi stabs Jasiri

Kiburi wins!

Round 3:

Mwoga throws a knife into Sir Hiss's chest.

Jasiri and Snaptrap are going fishing ig??

Francisco tends to Diane's wounds (sweet gator boy :3)

Mwoga, Francisco, and Mr. Snake unsuccessfully ambush Maddie, Sheriff of Nottingham, and Mr. Shark, who kill them instead (WHAT IS WITH SNAKE AND SHARK HAVING BEEF?!)

Frank bashes Diane's head in with a mace (HOW???)

Snaptrap overpowers The Chameleon, killing him (okay THAT I believe)

Instead of a volcano, it’s a tsunami this time!

Holy shit 😭

Kiburi throws a knife into Frank's chest.

Mr. Shark forces Sheriff of Nottingham to kill Mr. Piranha or Janja. He decides to kill Janja

Reirei overpowers Sheriff of Nottingham, killing him while Jasiri throws a knife into Mzingo’s head

Reirei sets an explosive off, killing Jasiri, Mr. Shark, and Mr. Piranha.

Reirei wins!

Congratulations to the Misfit Musketeers!

[smartylina]

Is it her turn to share her thoughts with the audience? Good, because she has a lot to think about in this very moment, now that she’s staring deeply into Kuzco’s eyes. Malina has denied many things ever since she met the emperor, especially her feelings towards him. Truth be told, the day Kuzco spoke to her for the first time, with that nonchalant smile and such excessive arrogance, Malina wanted nothing more than to rant at him about how he was the worst Emperor that has ever ruled. Surprisingly she didn't; but at least it was satisfactory to see him hold his burning cheek in complete shock for a second. Malina thought that he deserved it back then, for being a complete jerk to his own people, and she was sure she wasn’t going to see him in any other circumstance; so she didn’t care if he disliked her after that. (although what she did was dumb, considering he could have thrown her in the dungeon). What she didn’t expect, however, was for him to follow and pester her every single day at school. And the more he talked to her, she considered he wasn't as bad as she initially thought. Maybe there was another side to him that no one has ever noticed before and so, Malina wanted to find that out for herself. So he was right, it was a personal mission of sorts and had been a success so far, since they started to get along very well as friends. But crushing on and falling in love with Kuzco was never in her plans, and the funniest thing about it is that the peasant girl didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late to do anything about it, other than to deny it all. Despite all of that, the only person she was fooling was herself.

It was all his fault. If he never tried to change his ways and listen to her Pacha and their friends, she wouldn’t have a reason to reciprocate his romantic feelings. It irritated her initially, but now she couldn’t be more grateful to the Gods for allowing her to find someone she could continue to support like she did while they were in school, and to love unconditionally. The squeeze on her hand interrupts her thoughts, and she raises an eyebrow at her boyfriend who is leaning in closer to whisper something to her. Malina meets him halfway and inevitably smiles as she understands the little throwback to her Bloom Ball. How could she forget about the best night of her life? Even if Kuzco confessed that he ruined it a couple of times. Her lips turn into a small pout at his constant teasing, but she keeps listening to every word he utters. She never takes her eyes off him, not even when she listens to Guaka's famous catchphrase, which she finds amazingly amusing. Malina would be a liar if she said she was not impressed and touched by his speech. The sincere tone in his voice as he thanks her for everything makes her heart flutter. All her efforts in making him a better person were worth it. Malina chuckles at his last comment and is about to say something in return until she sees him opening the small box to reveal a gorgeous ring. Her eyes widen, and she inevitably gasps while he squeezes her hand and then bends to one knee. She can feel her heart hammer inside her chest in excitement as she listens to his final question, leaving her at a loss for words and she couldn't tear her gaze away from him. While it was true that Malina wanted to marry him at some point, she hadn't truly thought about the possibility of her becoming the new Empress, it wasn't something she cared about since she was never attracted to that kind of power. Even if Kuzco was a peasant like her, she would still consider being with him. It wouldn't matter if both lived in a small hut without all the riches in the world. Being Emperor Kuzco's wife means she'll have big responsibilities for the rest of her life, ones that she will probably find very overwhelming and scary. Nevertheless, her decision is clear despite all that. "Yes I will, Kuzco.~ I'll finally become your Empress. It's about time, isn't it?" She chuckles sweetly at him while squeezing his hand in return. A now happy blush appears on her tanned cheeks as she waits for his next move. The entire village immediately cheers and claps in pure glee, especially Kuzco and Malina's friends, who are just as happy to witness this very special moment.

Anticipating Malina's panic from his threat to read one of his infamous POEMS in front of the entire village, Kuzco is ready for her when she rushes forward to stop him. Disbelief, excitement and a myriad of other emotions course through him at the realization that the moment is finally, actually HERE. He's really about to hopefully make his dream a reality!

Giddy laughter bubbles out of him as he allows her to lower both his hands and the scroll, revealing his beaming smile inch by inch until they're face to face once more. After a moment he finally releases the scroll, paying no mind to the parchment rolling carelessly down the hillside, in favor of turning Malina's hands over so that he can twine their fingers together.

The ceremony is over, remember? They can finally break the 'no-touchy' fast!

Staring at her anxious expression and feeling nothing but affection, the world narrows down to a pinprick around them. Villagers, friends, family-- everything falls to the wayside, until it's just the two of them standing on this hilltop, and its once again like they never left that room. During his speech, he noticed their former classmates and friends gathered together at the back of the crowd, and he wonders now whether any of them saw this coming.

Despite his insistence that Malina was going to become his Empress, there was no real guarantee that this day would ever come. In his mind it was certain, but the reality of the situation would have appeared to everyone else that Malina had simply taken pity on him. Realizing that he was an out of place new student who just so happened to be a royal, surrounded by peasants ( none of whom particularly liked him, after how carelessly he treated peasants before his rude awakening ), she likely thought it to be her duty as the captain of every club, A+ student and most popular girl in school to make sure that he made it through without suffering . . . too much. A personal mission, of sorts.

Little does either of them know, however, that their friends and classmates saw right through them both from the very beginning. Anyone with eyes could see the feelings they had for one another, with Malina and Kuzco ( and Kronk ) near inseparable when she wasn't busy with cheerleading or any of her clubs. He tagged along behind her like a lost puppy, and it was obvious how much she enjoyed being a part of ( and curtailing ) his antics. This has been years in the making, and if either of them bothered to look in this moment, they would notice the looks of excitement on their friends faces as they watched the moment unfold.

Tearing himself from his inner thoughts, Kuzco gives her hands a squeeze as he leans in, glancing around for a moment as if unwilling to let anyone else hear him when he whispers through a soft smile; " Just play along with it. This bit kills! " a throwback to her Bloom Ball, and yet another reminder of how far they've come.

Out loud so the village can hear, " Ohhh, I get it. You want me to wait until later when we're alone to read you the poem. Gotcha. " He teases, just to make her blush before clearing his throat to continue. " I know we haven't known each other for that long of a time, even though it feels like it's been forever . . . well. I didn't know YOU, since-- you know. Peasant. But ! you obviously knew ME, the awesome Emperor who rules this Kingdom. " A loud ' KUZCO RULES! ' comes from the crowd, everyone's favorite pudge-muffin making himself known before he's quickly muffled by their friends. " --and I know I've been an incredibly good looking handful in that amount of time, but . . . I want you to know, that this? All of this ? "

He lets go of one of her hands to gesture at himself; the warpaint on his face, the intricately designed traditional outfit, complete with the ceremonial feathered crown, and then finally to the hillside with the peasants gathered below them. " -- I couldn't have done it, any of it without YOU. You were the only one who cared about me enough to make sure I stayed on track. That Yzma didn't actually succeed in her hairbrained schemes to get rid of me, that Moleguaco didn't fail me out of spite and that I graduated after I turned myself into a chicken to try and get out of it. " He cracks a smile at the reminder, and the memory of Malina carrying chicken!Kuzco through the crowd to stop Yzma before she was crowned Empress. " We've had our ups and downs, and I know you said you would never worship me, but . . . "

His free hand slips into the hidden pocket of his tunic to retrieve a small golden box. When opened, it will reveal a stylish, braided golden ring, inlaid with the same turquoise as his earrings surrounding a large, ruby gemstone in the middle. Kuzco bends to one knee, presenting the box to her with his free hand and squeezing the hand he's still holding as he finishes his big, important question. " -- I'm hoping you changed your mind. . .

-- Malina, . . . will you finally become my Empress ? "

[sovamurka]

Demonslayer Vol.2, ch.14 or “A very, very bad day for Balor, who is straight up not having a good time”

[ferberus-skull]

hi i'm extremely exhausted (<- fighting the horrors) but auraboas good 👍

[ebitenpura]

Theron Shan horsegirl confirmed?

Ashara I told you not to touch the tentacle hentome

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

I love your work, could you please write a viktor x reader who takes care of him. like makes sure he eats, they make baked goods for him or make him go to bed in time. I think it would be cute

Heyo! Sure I can, even if it’s been a while since I wrote for Viktor (or anything) lmao

Caretaker!Reader

Viktor takes well enough care of himself, to his own standards

So we all know he can use a little more help and a little helping hand

I think Viktor is pretty independent so it takes a lot out of him to even be able to do this kind of intimate thing with you

If he does, it takes a lot of vulnerability as you would see him at his lowest

There have been times where he probably refused and would try and get out of any situation where you found out he needed help and to be taken care of

He doesn’t want to bother you or anything when he deems it able to be done by himself

It takes a while for him to be comfortable enough with you and your relationship to let himself be vulnerable in that way

As he has never done this kind of thing with anyone else before

But once it happens, trust me, you’re golden

I think he does like sweets and baked goods, so to have you bring him any on a whim and not because you have to, but because you care warms his heart absolutely

He often forgets to take care of himself and his basic needs, like eating and stuff like that for his experiments and research

So he relies on you for that a little bit once he knows you will always be there for him

He loves when you cook or bake for him and knowing it’s so he knows he’s taken care of makes each bite better than the last

At first when you attempted to get him on some sort of decent sleep schedule, he resisted

He went to bed whenever, or whenever his research was done or he passed out and often it was in the lab or at his desk or in the middle of his studying at the table

SOO you would often have to bring him to bed yourself

Once you wore him down enough, he acted like you won

You thought you did until you found out he was just waiting till you fell asleep and slipped out off bed, and slipped back in just before you woke up and pretended to wake up beside you

You had to scold him probably, or it was some sort of argument

He realized you just wanted him to be healthy, and for him to be well rested

Reluctantly, he began going to sleep with you and waking up beside you in the mornings

He found he actually did like this habit because sleeping beside you was surprisingly comforting

He loved hearing your breathing pattern as you fell asleep, and it helped him fall asleep to hear and feel your heart beating as you both snuggled to sleep

And he loved watching you wake up slowly in the mornings

It was all worth it

One thing he was very stubborn about you not doing was taking care of his leg I think

Probably because he feels as his sort of disability is a bother enough, he doesn’t want you to be burdened with it

He probably thinks that if you see that part of him, you’ll think he’s not worth it and leave

And that’s not the case

He only finds out on a particularly harsh day when it hurt so bad, and it was so sore all he could do was want to fall asleep and alleviate the pain by any means

You maybe kissed his leg, maybe rubbed out the pain, maybe helped him in any way

But as you did it, he loved the feeling and could only watch you do so and the warm feeling in his chest never left

So, on the hard days, he would drop subtle hints that he wanted to be taken care of

Like subtly saying “oh, it just hurts, I have no clue how to fix it…” and wait for you to offer to rub it

I feel he likes being babied a little bit, but not to much

He doesn’t like being treated as glass or like he is incompetent

But he does love being taken care of by you

Be it food, tending to him or showering or making sure he is fed and clean

He loves showering with you

He loves having you wash his hair and the feelings of your hand in it or feeling you lather the soap on him while he just gets to relax and close his eyes and know your there

And that he’s able to soak in all the love

Obviously he returns it all in his own way but

It’s just all the love you pour in

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: KISS & MAKE UP

✩ ‧ ˚. streamer!au: after the breakup, you two decide to make up in the traditional way—by having sex! NSFW

contents: fem!reader. oral (f. recieving), p –> v, teasing, praise, hair pulling (m. recieving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, use of pet names (too many to list here). not proofread bc you couldn't pay me to read all this again. 2.5k words. read this fic beforehand for better understanding of the context, but you don't have to.

author's note: tumblr hates me and that's why the banner quality's trash. if u wanna see the details, click here. anyways the streamer!gojo smut has finally arrived, tagging @satorena @screampied @cultrise, enjoyyy ;)

“did you tell them we’re back together?”

satoru nods in response to your question, plopping down on the couch next to you. he's spent the last hour chatting with his stream, and eventually he broke the news that you and him were back together after the breakup.

“yeah, i did,” he confirms, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. your hands automatically move to his hair and you thread your fingers through the soft white strands, pausing after a couple seconds to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

a week ago, you and satoru had an admittedly messy breakup—not messy in the sense that it got toxic or dramatic, but messy in the way that it could’ve easily been avoided. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but thankfully, you and satoru resolved your misunderstanding within a relatively short time.

since then, things have been a little different—satoru’s been taking a break from streaming, which gave him move time to spend with you and away from his thousands of fans. it was his suggestion, and not surprisingly, it worked. but all good things have to come to an end, and your “honeymoon” away from satoru’s stream seems to be coming to a close.

“something smells good,” satoru notes, lifting his head and glancing at the kitchen. “wait, is that ramen?” your boyfriend gasps, eyes rounding as he looks at you hopefully. 

“yeah, you said you were craving it, so i made some,” you reply with a smile, untangling yourself from his arms and walking over to the kitchen. satoru blows you a flurry of kisses that you see out of the corner of your eye as you check on the ramen, which looks pretty much done.

“y’know, i still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you pulled last week,” you say dryly, turning off the stove and draining the water from the ramen into your sink. the steam rises up as the boiling water slips down into the drain, clouding your face for a moment before it dissipates into thin air. 

“...does that mean i don’t get to eat that ramen?” satoru asks tentatively, a nervous smile on his lips as you empty a packet of flavored powder into the ramen. you shoot him a look and raise an eyebrow, turning back to the stove to hide your smile.

“maybe, maybe not,” you reply coyly, not wanting to give in too soon.

“boo, you whore.”

you roll your eyes and divide the ramen into two bowls, one for you and one for your boyfriend. “you’re lucky i’m too nice to let you starve, regina,” you say pointedly, walking back over to the couch and handing one of the bowls to him, which satoru takes with both hands—a habit from his childhood that never went away. “otherwise you’d be—”

satoru cuts you off by poking your lips with his chopsticks, steaming hot ramen wrapped around them. you reluctantly open your mouth and let him feed you, smiling when he seals the bite with a kiss. 

“best girlfriend ever,” satoru proclaims when he pulls away, a lazy smile playing on his lips. his soft blue eyes study your own, observing your unusually guarded expression and frowning.

“how many times do i gotta apologize for my bullshit before you stop making that face at me?” he grumbles, twirling his chopsticks in his bowl and taking a bite of the ramen. it’s cute how satoru’s face lights up at the taste, and it’s even cuter how his eyes round at you in awe when he takes another bite. “i didn’t know instant ramen could be this good,” he muses, licking any lingering flavor off of his lips.

“very funny, satoru,” you laugh, swirling your chopsticks around the broth and watching the rest of the steam rise from your bowl. “and to answer your question, i don’t really know.”

satoru tilts his head and takes a sip of his water, ice clinking against the side of the glass. when you respond to his question, he pauses and tilts his head in confusion. “...wait, what does that mean?”

you think for a second, choosing your words carefully. “i’m not sure how long it’ll take until we’re back to… normal,” you say cautiously. in all honesty, you weren’t that pissed off at him—you never were. but the fact that satoru was so ready to throw your relationship away over something as small as that was upsetting, to say the least. and you weren’t entirely sure it wouldn’t happen again.

satoru looks at you thoughtfully, more serious than you’ve seen him in a while. you can almost see the gears turning in his head before he replies. “any idea how i can make it up to you?”

you shrug, swallowing another bite of ramen before you meet his eyes. “you tell me. actions speak louder than words.”

your boyfriend drops his chopsticks, letting them clatter around in the bowl before he stands up. he extends a hand to you, a determined glint in his eye. “then lemme prove it to you.”

“satoru, you can’t bribe me with sex.”

“that’s not all i’ll be doing, sweetheart. trust me.”

and that’s how you ended up in his room, hands tangled in satoru’s soft white hair as he eats you out. his tongue laps at your cunt with quick, kitten-like strokes, and he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “feels s’good, satoru,” you breathe, involuntarily tugging on his hair and dragging out a groan from his lips. “sorry—”

“don’t apologize,” satoru mumbles in reply, nose brushing against your dripping thighs as his tongue slips past your folds and goes in deeper. he looks up and locks eyes with you, unable to resist smiling at the way your legs tremble around him. “aw, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt with a grin. “and i’m the one who should be—fuck, you’re gorgeous—apologizing.”

this isn’t the first time satoru’s eaten you out, but it feels like it every single time—somehow, his tongue has a talent of rendering you unable to focus on anything else but him. you grind your hips against satoru’s face, eyes squinted shut as your boyfriend flattens his tongue before lapping your slick up with cloudy eyes. “shit, i don’t know what i’d be without you,” he murmurs, voice low and steady—and something about his tone makes you certain he’s being completely honest with you.

“you’re so—fuck, satoru, i’m gonna cum,” you breathe, back automatically arching when satoru’s tongue reaches that spot inside you. he laughs, and the vibration of the soft sound against your puffy, sensitive cunt almost makes your legs give out—but thankfully, satoru’s hands are secured around your thighs, holding you in place. “‘toru, i can’t—”

“yeah, y’can, just relax that pretty pussy for me,” he cooes, licking up the slick dripping down his chin. “c’mon, you’re doing so good f’me, keep going, baby.” and just like that, his tongue slips out of your cunt and he lets you cum—the sheer force of your orgasm hits you like a truck, and your hips roll against satoru’s face in a choppy rhythm as you desperately ride it out, hands gripping and accidentally yanking his hair.

you stutter out his name a couple more times, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of satoru’s mouth on your sensitive, gushing pussy. your boyfriend praises you the whole way, gently murmuring soft words about how sweet you are for letting him taste you, even while your relationship was rocky. when your voice steadies enough for satoru to make out what you’re begging him to do, he’s not at all surprised to hear you plea for him to fuck you—so stands up and tugs you down onto his bed, hand intertwined with yours as he pulls the sheets over your bodies. 

you squeeze satoru’s hand and lean in to kiss him, chest still heaving from your earlier orgasm. naturally, you miss his lips and end up kissing the side of his face, which is flushed bright red from the way his body reacts to the taste of your pussy. “don’t ever leave me like that again,” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes for some reason—maybe it’s the lovesick way satoru looks at you, or maybe it’s the way he’s holding onto you like there’s no place he’d rather be.

“i won’t,” satoru promises, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead and pulling your head into his chest. his lips touch the top of your head as he murmurs, “and if i do, shoot me.” it sounds like a joke, but you both know that he’s dead serious.

“good thing i won’t have to do that,” you say with a soft giggle. your smile is heart-achingly familiar to satoru, and it feels like home—and that’s the realization that has him stripping off what little clothing the two of you still have on before he climbs on top of you. 

satoru touches the tip of his dick to your pussy, waiting for your nod to allow him to go in all the way. after a second, you dip your chin and trail your fingers down satoru’s jaw, grabbing his chin and pulling him down into another kiss. his lips linger for a couple seconds, still-minty breath tickling your face, before he pulls away. satoru slowly lowers his hips and nudges his dick inside of your desperate cunt, hands resting on either side of you.

even though it’s only been a little over a week since you last had sex with satoru, it feels like it’s been forever—your boyfriend curses when he feels how tight you are, mumbling something about missing you “so fucking much” as he goes in deeper and deeper. it hurts a little at first, but you quickly get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“fuckin’ hell, i’m never gonna get tired of this,” satoru breathes, dipping his head and kissing your collarbone. a single drop of sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches you squirm, eyes soft and endearing as you do so. he starts rolling his hips back and forth against you to loosen you up a little, dragging out soft moans from you as he does so. 

“yeah, you better not,” you mutter, tilting your head back and drawing in a long breath of air. you can’t remember the last time you felt this good—maybe it was the last time satoru fucked you. “satoru, y’re going so slow—”

your boyfriend cuts you off with a particularly harsh thrust, making your body jolt against his mattress. satoru lifts his head and looks you in the eye, a breathy laugh slipping out of him when he sees the pout on your lips. “the fuck you mean, i’m going slow? you want me to tear you apart? silly girl,” he tuts, back to his usual cocky self. he shakes his head and goes deep enough in you to force you to arch your back, starting to grin at the way you paw at his chest. “always so selfish, aren’t you?” he cooes, dipping his head and giving you a sloppy kiss on the forehead. “but you’re always—so—fuckin’—sweet,” satoru whispers, punctuating each word with a thrust hard enough for you to moan out his name more times than you can count.

“you’re the selfish one,” you mumble, lips trembling enough to muffle your voice. satoru huffs out a sigh and kisses your mouth, teeth gently brushing against your bottom lip. “you broke up with me for no reason,” you continue, tears pricking at your eyes again. “you think i’m gonna forgive you this fast?” 

satoru shakes his head again and caresses the side of your face. “will you?” he asks, slowing his pace enough for you to notice. you mutter something about him edging you on purpose, to which satoru shushes you and repeats his question.

“maybe.”

“you gotta stop giving me maybe’s, baby—y’re drivin’ me crazy here.”

in the past week, satoru’s done so much for you, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. on the day after your breakup, he picked you up from your house and took you for a picnic entirely curated by him. on the second day, he made you breakfast, lunch and dinner—it wasn’t the best food you ever had, but it was definitely the most memorable (in more ways than one). on the third day, he took you out to your favorite amusement park and did everything he could to make you smile—by then, you had pretty much forgiven him, and the giant teddy bear he dropped in your bedroom only made you love him more. the rest of the days were filled with longing glances and little gifts left around your house, which only helped him earn more and more of you back.

so, you figure that satoru deserves what comes next.

“okay,” you whisper. 

satoru’s eyes widen and he hesitates before he tentatively asks, “does this mean—”

you don’t let him finish his question, instead grabbing his face and tugging him down into a full kiss. he lets out a soft hm? in surprise, but kisses you back more than gratefully. “c’mon, make me cum,” you breathe when he finally pulls away. satoru nods dazedly and mouths “i love you” before he goes back in you, pace faster than before.

one of his hands snakes down to your waist, holding it in pace while the other caresses your face. you gaze up at him with a soft smile, eyes fluttering open and closed every time his dick hits your sweet spot—which is more times than your body can handle, but you welcome the feeling of him deep inside of you. after barely a couple thrusts, a coil forms in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each movement of satoru’s hips. 

satoru laughs, chest heaving as he grins down at you cheekily. “i knew you’d forgive me,” he murmurs, pinching your cheek affectionately. “m’ so sorry—”

“shut up and fuck me,” you interrupt, tongue starting to loll out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming all over satoru’s dick. 

“as you wish, princess.”

satoru’s breathing slowly changes, becoming more choppy and uneven the closer you watch him get to his high—it’s so, so close for both of you, and when it comes, it takes over both of your minds like a drug. satoru curses and groans out your name, thrusts growing sloppy as he desperately rides out his orgasm. cum shoots out from his dick and coats the inside of your cunt white, dripping out once you physically can’t take any more.

you run your hands all over satoru’s body, clawing and gripping at every inch of skin you can latch onto—satoru’s always been your anchor, and you hope that he always will be. one of his hands leaves the side of your face and tangles with your fingers, holding it down against the mattress as he promises to never screw you over like that again, and you’re only too welcoming to him and his words as you squirt all over his dick. “fuck, satoru—”

he lifts his eyes and meets your own, and unlike you, his vision is clearer than ever. “shoot me if i ever leave you again, baby. i’m serious.”

you raise a shaky hand and touch the side of his face, eyes fluttering shut as you murmur, “i know i won’t have to.”

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

“vickie!” eddie practically screams from his kitchen, rage coursing through him as he stares down at the tabloids spread out in front of him on the counter. “get in here! now!”

eddie’s had an issue with his rage lately. well. he’s had an issue with a lot of things, since he got famous, really. but that’s not his problem right now.

his problem is he’s looking down at image after image of himself on the covers of people and us weekly and entertainment tonight being dragged out of last night’s night club by his own security team with blood pouring from his nose. he looks angry. he looks crazed.

just then, a stranger walks into his kitchen.

“who the fuck are you?” he blurts out at the man, who’s wearing a dark green sweater vest over a white t-shirt and tortoise-shell glasses.

“i’m steve,” the weirdo stalker says, smiling brightly. he has surprisingly swoopy hair for an insane fan. “i’m your new assistant.”

“where’s vickie?” eddie asks, rubbing at the sore spot on his nose. thank god it’s not broken.

“you fired her,” steve tells him. “two days ago.”

“i fire her all the time.”

“ok, well… i guess this time it stuck,” steve shrugs. “chrissy hired me.”

“fucking chrissy,” eddie says under his breath, rolling his eyes. he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and speed dials chrissy. “chris, what the fuck?” he doesn’t even give her the chance to say hello.

“good morning, eddie. i’m doing really well, how are you?”

“not fucking well, that’s how i am!” eddie practically yells into the receiver. “what the fuck? did you see the pictures? and who the fuck is this guy in my house?”

“yes, eddie, i saw the pictures.” eddie can hear the eye roll in her voice. “we’re handling it. nancy’s already on it with the team. what was the other thing?”

eddie knows she’s fucking with him and that pisses him off even more. “who is this freak in my house wearing a goddamn sweater vest?!” he feels like a blood vessel in his eye is about to pop.

“hey,” steve protests softly from across the kitchen where he’s started to pull shit out of eddie’s fridge. he didn’t even know there was anything in that fridge.

“that’s not a very nice way to talk about your new assistant,” chrissy’s voice comes loud and clear through the phone.

“christina fucking cunningham, you know i have final say on all hiring decisions when it comes to my assistants.” he rubs at his sore nose again.

“you had final say on all hiring decisions until you fired vickie for the thirteenth time and she refused to come back, even with a three hundred percent raise. we’re going in a different direction now.” chrissy sounds entirely too pleased with herself.

“well, i fucking hate him,” eddie grumbles and watches steve to make sure he’s heard him. steve doesn’t even react, just continues doing whatever the fuck he’s doing with the frying pan he’d found in the cabinet.

“you don’t even know him, eddie. give him a chance. anyway, i have to go, i have brunch plans with my very beautiful, very intelligent, perfect fiancée,” chrissy tells him, gloating, before hanging up on him.

eddie wants desperately to throw his phone across the kitchen, but if he breaks this one that would be his fourth phone in three weeks and he couldn’t bear to have to ask this steve person to go buy him a new one. he settles for squeezing it in his hand until it creaks while taking several deep breaths through his nose.

“what are you doing?” he grits out.

“are you always this rude?” steve asks, ignoring his question.

“to weirdo freak strangers showing up in my house unannounced? yes.”

“it’s not unannounced, chrissy wrote it on your calendar.” steve gestures toward the paper calendar hanging on the side of the fridge where chrissy writes his major life events and which eddie mostly just ignores before sliding a plate full of food toward eddie.

“what is this?” eddie sneers.

“it’s an omelette with cheese and mushrooms,” steve replies, smiling. he’s always fucking smiling.

“i’m allergic to… omelettes,” eddie says, just to be a dick.

“no you’re not. you’re allergic to blueberries and dust.” steve doesn’t stop smiling pleasantly.

“did you get access to my medical records? that’s a violation of my… whatever rights.” eddie waves a hand through the air.

“no, i didn’t go look at your medical records, jesus. i’m not a stalker. chrissy told me when she hired me.”

“whatever. i still fucking hate you.”

“okay,” steve shrugs again. “eat your breakfast.”

eddie has every intention of leaving the kitchen, full plate of food and all, but. he is hungry.

so he eats.

and he’s pissed that it’s actually good.

~*~

eddie spends the rest of the day being a general nuisance to steve any time he tries to do his job. when steve answers the phone before handing it to eddie, eddie “accidentally” hangs up on whoever it is on the hand off & makes sure to blame his new assistant when the person finally calls back. when steve has to drive him to his meeting with nancy and the pr team, eddie tries to give him the wrong directions, but steve’s too smart for that. when steve has to do the grocery shopping, he makes steve go to the erewhon all the way across town during rush hour because the one down the street “just doesn’t have the same vibe, steve.”

and all the while, steve just does his job, still smiling, not getting angry at all even though it’s beyond obvious eddie’s being a little shit to him.

which honestly just pisses eddie off more than anything else today.

“here’s some aspirin,” steve says, placing two white pills on the coffee table in front of eddie, along with a mason jar of water. eddie, lounging on his big squishy couch, pulls the ice pack away from his nose, which has started throbbing again. “you didn’t have any glasses.” steve shrugs when he sees eddie’s arched eyebrow looking skeptically at the jar of water. “if you don’t need anything else, i’ll take off for the day.”

it’s past 8pm already, long after steve should have left for the day except that eddie had made him stay to organize his extensive tshirt collection by color, shade, and design before he could even think about going home. it was an emergency, after all.

“i’ll have to check the t-shirt closet first,” eddie replies, before swallowing the aspirin dry. steve shrugs again and rolls his eyes. eddie would say something about his blatant rudeness, but he’s too exhausted.

eddie pulls himself off the couch and makes his way down the hallway to his “t-shirt room.” it’s so stupid, but he has all this space and he’d started collecting the tshirts so long ago. they’re not worth anything, they’re just his wardrobe but… they remind him of wayne and the thrifting they used to do every saturday morning.

the organization eddie had been having steve do was entirely arbitrary. it’s not like eddie plans his outfits. he mostly just pulls whatever out of wherever, unless it’s an event and then he pays someone to do the deciding and dressing for him anyway.

but. steve’s organized the t-shirts by genre and subgenre and then by band alphabetically and finally color. more than eddie had even asked him to do.

eddie had come in here fully prepared to rip steve a new one, but even he can be shocked into appreciation.

steve notices eddie’s silence and grins.

“can i tell you something?” steve says pleasantly and then continues without even letting eddie respond to the question. “i know i look like a nice polite guy next door that moms totally love—it’s the sweater vests, i think.” steve plucks at his top. “and that’s true. i am a nice polite guy and moms do love me. i’m awesome.” his grin widens. “but i got kicked out of my parents house when i was 18 and i lived in my car for a while. i’ve been on my own for seven years. i made a life in LA out of nothing. so you can throw your little temper tantrums and tell me how much you hate me. you can make me go to the erewhon all the way across town and you can make me look incompetent to my colleagues. but i need this job. i’ve worked hard for this job. this job pays more than any other job i’ve ever had combined. and you’re hardly the biggest asshole i’ve ever met. so you can continue trying to make my life miserable—hell, i’ll even give you my dad’s number, you guys can swap ideas!” steve laughs at his own joke before turning serious for the first time all day. “but i’m not vickie. you won’t make me cry. you can’t fire me. i’m not going anywhere.” he claps his hands together. “anyway, i’m gonna take off, since i have plans with my actual friends. but hey, i’ll see you tomorrow, huh?” and he smiles again, giving eddie a small waggle of his fingers, before heading out through the door.

eddie’s still just standing there in the middle of his tshirt room when he hears the front door slam shut.

part two

[prlssprfctn]

The first time, Tim notices someone observing them from afar, it is when they are all settled for a brief dinner together. It is the middle of the week, and Bruce gathered all of them together to... relax. Which is strange but not unwelcome. Everyone is so involved in chattering and bantering that they don't notice a lingering gaze through the window; they don't, but Tim does.

It takes him a few seconds to figure out that it is Jason.

He is not sure if Bruce reached for him to invite, and Jason just declined, or there was no offer to begin with, but Tim knows for sure Jason lurkes behind windows for a few minutes before disappearing in the night.

And the funniest thing? Tim understands him.

He thinks he is not Jason's replacement — never truly was, despite what the other thought — but in a way, they did swap their places. Because in the past, it was Tim, who hid on the rooftops, staring at Bruce and his family, listening to the snippets of their conversations. And now it is Jason.

It is still different, of course. Tim had a choice, and it was his... enthusiastic project, if anything — Jason doesn't really. But if anyone understands the feeling of standing far away from everyone, it is still Tim.

That's why the next time in happens, Tim reaches out.

It is after the particularly easy mission, when Tim spots the red motion on the rooftop. He slips away from Nightwing and Robin, who debate about something with Batman through the comms, and finds himself standing behind Red Hood.

The way Red Hood taps his fingertips on the balustrade makes Tim remember that he is not included in their comms anymore. He wonders how lonely it is, to hear the voices of his brothers, but never being able to grasp the whole conversation they have.

'Hood,' he calls for him.

To Jason's credit, he doesn't scramble in panic, even if it seems that he is surprised by his appearance.

'Red,' he mutters back, instantly defensive. 'What, came to mock me?'

Tim rolls his eyes; he wishes things would be easier with Jason, but they are not, and he can't really blame him for that.

'Had I ever mocked you?' He copies his stance, arms folding in the chest. When Jason tilts his head, almost asking, "Really now?" Tim rolls his eyes again. 'Okay, I did a few times. But it mostly were jokes about your death.'

Jason chuckles.

'Good one, punk. It changes everything.'

'You like jokes about your death,' Tim protests. 'And I know you allow Arsenal to joke about it, so it is not entirely closed topic.'

'I don't remember allowing you to joke about it, though.'

...

This conversation is so fucking stupid. Tim didn't even came here for this, but-

But fine. He still can win.

'So, you only allow it to your friends. Fine. Let's be friends,' Jason chokes on his own exhausted sigh. 'Do you need some friendship questionnaires to fill to be my friend? I can arrange that.'

Jason kindly flips him off under his breath before disappearing in the night, leaving him alone with whining Nightwing and irritated Bruce in his ear.

The next time he stalks down Jason, who in turn is stalking Damian and Bruce, he shoves in his hand twenty three papers filled with bunch of friendship questions — half stripped from internet, half made by Tim that involve the specifics of their jobs.

He doesn't expect anything to come after it, but in two weeks after Jason returns to the city after his mission with Outlaws, Tim finds these papers filled with surprisingly neat, calligraphic answers.

And he gets the printed copy of the same questions, with one page of an additional one, written in the same handwriting, and with a little sticky note atop of it.

Your turn, Timbo.

Tim smirks.

Oh, he will so drag Jason back in the family, somehow.