#either that or it's just so hard for him that he doesn't want to try

[wooyngz]

i, personally, love the whole “caleb is a panty sniffer” thing bc that is so hot to me?? like?

i picture riding him, bouncing hard and fast on him. he can't decide whether he wants to watch your tits bounce to the rhythm or watch the faces you make when the head of his cock nudges just right inside of you.

either way he's completely spent. he's a moaning mess beneath you, but his noises are muffled because your panties are stuffed into his mouth.

like i picture being roommates with caleb and you’ve been missing a few pairs of underwear here and there for months. and you don’t want to accuse him of taking them, but anytime you complain about it to him, he flushes the lightest shade of pink and then miraculously they’re back in your drawer a week later.

this time your favorite pair is gone, the pretty red lace ones that you wear when you wanna feel hot. you’re supposed to be out somewhere but you end up finishing early and when you return home you can hear a faintest groans coming from caleb’s room. you go investigate but you’re certainly not expecting to see what you do when you open the door.

caleb with his pants around his ankles, his hard length proudly on display as he strokes himself, and he's got a pair of your laciest underwear in his hand, gripping on like it's his life source, holding it to his nose. you don’t mean to but a small, “oh,” slips out of your mouth. it cuts through the quiet room and caleb’s eyes lift to yours, shock filling them.

then he’s turning so red he may as well have been one of the apples he loves so much. you're not mad, though, which you find surprising; you're turned on. you also feel slightly validated the he was stealing them. as you slowly walk into the room he starts rambling out excuses and explanations. he all but trips onto the bed as you back him up against it.

“don't wanna hear it, caleb.” you say, taking the panties from him, while slowly pulling down your pants. his eyes widen, and you swear you see his cock give an enthusiastic twitch. “you're fucking filthy,” you say, but you're climbing on top of him, you're hovering over his hardness. you leave your underwear on, since he seems to like them so much. you do pull them to the side so he can see that you’re glistening, you’re just as turned on as he is. “fuck…” he says, almost to himself as he gets a clear view of your pussy.

“shit, i know. i am filthy,” he whines, looking at you with pleading eyes, “i’m sor-”

his words are cut off when you stuff your panties into his mouth. you click your tongue at him, reaching one hand between you to rub his tip along your wet folds, gathering up your arousal. “told you i didn't want to hear what you had to say.”

then you're sinking down on him. you both let out a moan at the feeling. he’d already been so close before you walked in it’s taking everything in him not to cum immediately. you lift your shirt up so that you're on display for him, and his hands immediately grip your tits, but he pulls away with a whimper when you give him a look that says he can look but not touch.

the pace is fast and relentless, you're trying to draw and orgasm from him as quick as you can and it shows. the sound of your arousal and skin slapping together is filling the room and ultimately that's what pushes him over the edge. his moans get higher in pitch and more frequent. you lift off of him and work him over with your hand until he's cumming on his stomach, chest heaving.

you pull you underwear from his mouth, he lets out a huff of a breath when you do and you use them to clean him up. “you do that often?” you ask him casually, finishing your clean up and standing up from the bed.

he doesn't answer right away, but when he does his voice sounds bashful, “not really,” he says but you know he's lying. you let him get away with it though. partially because you don't want to embarrass him, and partially because you're hoping you can catch him doing it again.

[rooniearts]

Pitayaverse Asks............ TWO!

I once again have a good handful of asks regarding Pitayaverse, so here goes another post! :'D This time around there's about 29 asks I'll be answering! Enjoy <3

Silver's fine! His fur is just darkening with age :] Think of it like how a Siamese cat's fur works - he starts out looking almost fully white, but his limbs and face slowly darkens over time.

REAL,,, petition to let Tails hit his brother with hammers

@dahliacloud

Oh yes, he resents him deeply. He had no part in any of this, but still slowly but surely ended up with all of Sonic's responsibilities. But by far the worst part for him is seeing how much it all affects this tiny little baby girl. THAT is what truly infuriates him.

It's come to my attention that this ask is probably about his Archie backstory, which I unfortunately don't know much about and so isn't canon to the AU ;v; I'm going with the vague idea that they don't have parents for whatever reason and had to grow up alone together

But in that case, I still like to think it has a part to play, yeah. Tails knows how hard it is to grow up without a parent, and he knows Sonic does too, so he can't comprehend why he isn't trying harder to give this kid that love and stability.

@lowkeuu

LMAOOO idek how that would work with a fox! Maybe his fur thins? Idk :'D but he absolutely does start growing grey hairs pretty young

Oh, yeah. Having the Kind Patient Sweet one of the group snap and pop the fuck off on someone is scary every time it happens. All of them, Shadow included, would definitely be taken aback at the very least.

If I do end up giving them a kid, then this is absolutely the way I'd go with it. I can't let my boy go through even more turmoil in this AU, he's had more than enough :')

AWW LOL, see I like this take on it. That's very cute and I think he would just actually volunteer to take them in at that point too :D

[Referring to this post]

She does, but calling them that is a habit she picked up from Tails. Sonic and Knuckles just only referred to themselves and eachother as "dad," so when she'd talk to Tails about them he'd ask her to specify whether she meant "Sonic-dad" or "Knuckles-dad." Eventually she just started using those terms every time she spoke to or about them!

As Pitaya grows up, Knuckles graduates from "Knuckles-dad" to just "dad", but she eventually just starts calling Sonic by his name. Sonic doesn't really mind this, except for the few times that Knuckles gets to hold it over his head

HEHEHE loving all this Pitaya hype from y'all!! Thank you and yes, she deserves the world <3

YESSS! It's so important to me that she grows up to be happy. Maybe not well adjusted, but she's got endless determination and is not afraid to speak her mind!

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I mean, it's part of why. His actions didn't exactly do much to alleviate her doubts, either.

@your-local-cattus-enjoyer

The master post is right here! There may be a few stray asks that aren't listed, but they should still be under the tag

The basic gist of it is that he was just really neglectful. He was barely there, and when he was, it was often only a matter of time before he and Knuckles started fighting. As an adult, she's also really upset that he let Tails take over all the heavy lifting for him when he was still just a kid too.

Once in a while! Usually whenever both Knuckles and Tails are preoccupied for whatever reason. All their stories of clever sleuthing and high-stakes tussles is what made her want to be a detective one day :]

And yes, actually, she did! Her and Echo, and occasionally Psi and Alloy, end up forming their own New Chaotix Detectives group! They just aren't nearly as active as Vector, Espio and Charmy were :')

LOL, for sure! She loooves her cool uncles Vector, Espio and Charmy. She knows they've always got her back <3

Mighty USED to be in the cool uncle camp, but absolutely not anymore. That went out the window the second he got with Sonic. She does love Knuckles, but she's had her ups and downs with him. Ray she just doesn't really know at all, he just goes in the resentment bin by association :'D

That's so true actually,,,, my obvious Chaotix bias is showing :'D

But hmm, that's a good question. If they were to end up together, I think they probably wouldn't have kids, no. I like to imagine they'd be the type of couple who live seperately and just visit eachother frequently, and not like married with kids.

@inkmaams

Their go-to babysitter list is very short because Silver gets very very paranoid over them :'D It consists of Blaze&Amy and Vector ONLY. And it took Espio AGES to convince Silver to let Vector take care of them in the first place

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Yup :') He was probably not gonna tell them about any of that, but alas he and Espio spawned Little Mr. Thought Police so now he has no choice but to explain himself </3

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Maybe not robots, but in theory, I guess he probably could read aliens' minds. I was mostly referring to humans/mobians, but there's no reason he couldn't try on other sentient organic beings. However, I feel like they may end up being incomprehensible noise to him because of how differently an alien's brain would work to his own

As for when he's in meltdown mode and can hear everyone all at once, no, he can't hear everyone in the universe, just those that are within a certain radius. Think of it as like whatever a normal hearing range would be, just not obstructed by walls.

Yes! Espio and Silver are married and besides one or two blow-ups, they happily stay that way. And Sonic and Mighty are at the very least life partners, whether they get married or not (I haven't yet decided lol)

Besides them, Blaze and Amy are also married! And Knuckles and Rouge too eventually :]

LMAO, Sonic WISHES. But nay, Mighty had to go and be a spoilsport and put a rule against backwards names. Rude of him tbh.

bro just can't stop spawning babies, what can I say🥀

@scribble0rat

LOL yeah the poor guy only had a vague idea of what he was signing up for. He had met Pitaya once in a while when she was young, and he knew Sonic had struggled with being there for her and that something happened between him and his friend group, but he didn't realize just how angry not only Pitaya was, but also Tails. He's using all those years of anger management to their fullest to tank this situation, I fear :'D

AND YESSS my boy needs more love <3 Us Mighty girlies have to stick together💪

AWWW that's actually such a cute thought experiment!!!!

It's hard to say, but I think they'd be relatively close. Maybe not joined at the hip, but they'd appreciate one another. They're both very similar in personality, it's just mostly that Echo is an introvert and Silver is a HUGE extrovert. The only conflict I can think of is that Echo is very much a copycat, and I think Silver might get annoyed with that pretty quick.

@marinette-sky

No, Shadow is Echo's only parent via cloning shenanigans. Sonic has nothing to do with her, thank goodness :'D

And thank you!! Much appreciated!!! <3

[trampleddoves]

bad idea right

Holiday break with your new stepfamily gets more interesting when you catch your stepbrother's lingering glances.

Pairing: afab!reader x stepbrother!Spencer Content: angst + slight smut, 2.7k words, DDDNE, no kinks, but Spencer is your stepbrother (set just before-s1), reader is a college graduate and mentioned to wear dresses and makeup, reader gets tipsy, complicated family dynamics and unhealthy coping mechanisms, making out, dry humping.  Notes: MDNI. I do not condone the choices of the characters, this request truthfully just brought to me a fully-fledged idea that I could not ignore. Once again, scroll away if this isn’t your cup of tea. Title is indeed from the Olivia Rodrigo song, which I extensively listened to while I wrote. This isn’t even that smutty, but I really enjoyed exploring ideas of resentment simmering beneath the surface. I suppose this affirms a previous anon who accused me of being a freak—evidently. Of the highest order. Welcome. I bear cookies and milk. They’re poisoned.

Winter break. The chill wraps around the air like an overbearing mother—inescapable, looming in corners you wouldn’t suspect—although Spencer Reid wouldn’t know what having an overbearing mother entails. Diana Reid had never been overbearing even in her lucidity but the comparison seems apt. A certain foreboding attitude hangs over the house. Gathering here, with his father’s new family, a measly, pathetic attempt to be closer. 

He’s never particularly gone through the usual sulking phase of adolescence. Too busy growing up, being good, working hard to hide how he’s splintering at every corner—a young boy burdened by the weight of his genius and a mother absent from reality. A life without the support of a father. 

A father who is now desperately trying to reconnect, accepting him—forcibly, under the guise of love—into the fold of his new family. It’s all so performative, but then again Spencer knows all about performative. Having spent years trying to seem okay, like his mother isn’t rapidly deteriorating, hiding the fact that she’s unfit to be his guardian behind clean, well ironed clothes and his remarkable academic performance. His entire life is a laughable farce, so he sees through everything—the perfect spread of Christmas dinner, being forced to open presents in the morning together—they’re all facades precariously balanced on everyone’s cooperation. 

He'd played the part, baring his teeth as a way of smiling—he's never quite properly learned how to smile, having little cause for the action—posing for pictures, thanking his new stepmother for the new copy of Foucault’s Madness and Civilization. 

It’s a good gift, even though he’s already read the material. Shows that she made an attempt to know about him. Spencer could admit that the woman is kind, thoughtful, stable, he could see how his father would fall in love with her. But there's the underlying implication—she's nothing like Diana Reid. 

He decides he hates her the day after Christmas. He decides William Reid doesn't deserve her either. 

It feels like now he’s getting his life’s worth of teenage angst. After Christmas is over, he locks himself away, talking only when talked to. His father and stepmother are gone today, attending a fancy brunch with their shiny new friends, so Spencer ventures out of his room cautiously. His quiet footsteps are simply manifestations of his unease. Trying to create the least amount of noise, take up the smallest space. He does not feel welcome here, and he doesn’t want to.

Winter break. The chill insists upon invading the house, despite the heater. 

Yet you’re standing in the kitchen, stirring a bowl of cereal in nothing but a slinky, emerald green slip. 

You. The most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

His stepsister. 

He pauses at the doorway, mouth dry, eyes trained on the way the fabric falls over your body, reflective silk casting shadows and highlights and making every single curve seem so supple and soft and oh so tempting.

He clears his throat. “Good morning.”

“Hey,” you look over your shoulder to regard him. He’s found that you’re even more displeased by this arrangement, this quick merging of two families. Traditional holiday festivities ring hollow now, obviously ornamental to make the marriage seem less dismal. Your way of showing your displeasure is the exact opposite of his. Instead of holing up in your room, you’re always outside if you can help it. He’s not sure where, but it’s obvious that neither of you are happy.

He stands awkwardly, unsure of what to say. He’s finally reached a point where college graduates are age appropriate enough to be considered his peers. No longer the youngest person in the room. But at this point, his social grace is completely in reverse to his intellect. That is, nearing zero. He has no idea how to talk to you.

“I’m gonna meet a couple of friends for lunch,” you say, lifting the spoon to your mouth. His gaze follows, before he finds clarity and looks down.

“That’s good,” he mumbles, walking to the fridge and finding the milk carton.

“You wanna come?”

“Not really.”

He sees you shrug from the corner of his eye. Part of him wants to retract his rejection, but you’re already rinsing your bowl. Soon you’ll flounce off, and he’ll be alone. Good, he decides. It’s better off like this, holding you at a distance. He doesn’t need more fuel to add to his inappropriate attraction to you.

Leave it to him to mess this up. He doesn’t even want this new family—he’d much rather spend Christmas in Nevada. A small room he rents near Diana’s sanitarium, so he could spend time with her whenever he can. Still, he can’t believe he’s committing to this cliche. Nerdy step brother ogling his beautiful step sister. It’s as if he carries some permanent malady, inflicting it upon everything he touches.

“I’ll see you later then, Spencer.” your touch on his arm makes him flinch. 

He ducks and nods, hiding away from the odd look he’s sure you’re giving him. A look everyone gives him, even his mentor, the only man who could ever keep up with him. Weakly, he answers, “Yeah. Later.”

Later turns out to be way past dinner; Spencer is alone for far longer than he anticipated. His father and stepmother return around dinnertime, the woman drunk and stumbling about. William Reid pats his son on the shoulder, before quickly retiring to the master’s bedroom, “We’re both exhausted, Spencer. Make sure your sister gets home at a reasonable hour.”

What constitutes reasonable? He’d never gone out and partied when he was studying—or after, if he’s being completely honest. Still, he nods at his father, deciding there’s really no harm waiting up for you. 

It is quiet when you stumble into the house, but there’s a light in the kitchen that makes your heart rate spike. Your mother? William? Are you in trouble for staying out? Can you even get in trouble when you’re an adult? What are the rules for adults still living with their parents? You’re unsure. There’s no curfew, but the presence of the light reminds you all too well of past conversations when your mother had caught you sneaking back in.

It’s easy to regress back into the habits from your earlier years when you’re around her. Locked in this perpetual dynamic of mother and child—mother and daughter, which is arguably even worse—where you’re meant to forever stay young, her baby as she likes to say, with a beaming smile as if that would soothe the sting of having to move back home after college. 

Tail tucked between your legs, accepting defeat. You had plans of making it in a big city—didn’t everyone? But money and luck and a whole other host of factors are not on your side, so you’d begrudgingly accepted her offer. Come live with me until you get your feet solidly planted on the ground, she had said. Conveniently leaving out the part where she remarried. But you didn’t want to be homeless, so you had smiled through gritted teeth and moved back in, accepting William Reid as your new stepfather, as if your old, real father wasn't buried six feet down the ground only eight months ago.

It’s his son now that’s waiting in the kitchen. Spencer. Scrawny, bug eyed. Your mother had gushed about him in the past few weeks—apparently, he’s finished three PhDs., and is being considered for the FBI even though he’s technically too young to even apply. He’d never be like you, struggling to get past the first interview. No, he’s too brilliant for that.

He looks up from his book as you pad through the halls. Dim light softens the gaunt angles of his face, making him almost handsome. He smiles, and the illusion is gone, replaced by the reality of what he is: a boy still fumbling about how to be a man. 

“You’re back,” his voice is soft as he closes the book—some Italian writer you remember reading for a literature class.

You walk past him, grabbing a glass. “Yeah. Why are you still up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says, training his eyes on the floor, but not before you catch his gaze lingering at your bare legs. “It’s so quiet around here.”

Right. He still lives in the city where, even in the dead of night, there’s an undercurrent of sound. Still accustomed to the slight hum, the pulse that lets you know there are other people awake around you, doing night shifts, or partying, or making love. Here in the quiet suburbs, with the strict homeowner’s association, a car revving down the street would be the cause for a noise complaint.

“Hm,” you gulp your water, “Should’ve come with me.”

“I didn’t want to intrude on you and your friends.” he replies, eyes flickering back to you. Clear amber, even in the dim light, “I hope you had fun, though.”

Try as you might, you can’t hate the guy. He’s much too earnest, too bumbling to ever be of any real danger. Besides, he’s stuck here just as much as you are, into this stupid tableau of family values your parents have forced upon you. Your resentment would only be wasted on him, especially since his resentment is just as obvious.

So you flash him a smile, lips reflective and mimicking wetness thanks to the lipgloss, “I did, thanks. How’s your book?”

He doesn’t answer right away, eyes trained on your mouth. 

“Spencer?”

“Oh, it’s good,” he turns his gaze back to his copy, old and worn, with papers sticking out of them, “I’ve read it before, I’m just reading through my annotations.”

“Ah,” you nod. Of course he’s the type to annotate. And reread said annotations. You walk closer, leaning against the table beside him. The way his eyes dart down your bare legs, not in full display, within touching distance, fills your mind with dangerous thoughts. So you steer the conversation that way, pressing his buttons ever so slightly, “Sorry you’re stuck here by the way. Could’ve been out getting laid at D.C.”

He shakes his head, a self deprecating smirk tilting at his lips. “I’m not—that’s not really my thing.”

“No?”

“Girls don’t really find me appealing.” he mumbles, risking another glance at your legs. You wait for the usual self pitying speech, the one with underlying anger and misogyny, but it doesn’t come. He simply looks wistful.

You find yourself filled with genuine intrigue, “No?” 

It’s interesting how the same word could carry such a different meaning with the slightest shift in inflection. Spencer seems to pick up on the softness of your voice.

“No, I don’t really—I spend most of my time reading.” he tells you.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t spend your time holed up in isolation,” your finger touches his chin, tilting it up to meet you. A strange sense of power fills your stomach as you watch his pupils dilate. “You’d find someone.”

You have a plethora of fucked up things upon which you can place the blame for why you do the next thing—your life not going the way you want it, the growing resentment for this entire holiday, your alcohol addled state of mind. That’s a problem you’ll figure out in the morning. Right now, you’re leaning in to kiss him. Your lips are sticky against his dry ones, palms cupping his jaw as you move your lips gently.

For a moment, you’re afraid you’ve misread the signals—he’s rigid, as though frozen by the permeating frigidity of the house. You consider pulling away, but then he is kissing you back. Slowly, at first, matching your pace, but then your tongue darts out to drag across the seam of his lips, mouth parting, and suddenly he’s moving with desperation. Kissing you as if he intends to meld your mouths together, making the prettiest little noises from the back of his throat.

There’s little time to think, not when there’s so much resentment and frustrations pouring out of both of you and into the kiss. He’s trying to keep up with your anger, but inexperience makes him uncoordinated. It’s sloppy and just on the edge of painful, clashing teeth and tongues poking harshly into crevices, not with the intention to explore but to take. 

When you tug at his pants, he pulls back, holding onto your hips like you’re some sort of lifeline. “W-we shouldn’t,” he pants.

“No?” you press your palm on his crotch, raising a brow at the obvious erection hiding beneath the fabric. 

He moans, eyes squeezing shut. “This is wrong, you’re drunk and—and my step sister.”

“I’m not drunk,” you mumble, moving to straddle his lap, dress hiking up to your hips and giving him a full view of your legs. Your cunt goes directly over his crotch. Only a few scraps of fabric separate you, and the thought makes you moan, makes you nip at his lower lip. He stiffens in response, face bright red.

“At least deny the step sister part,” he complains, resting his forehead against yours.

You don’t have anything to counter it, at least not with words, so instead you move your hips over the spot where you’ve settled. A moan trembles from his lips as you grind on his crotch, seeking friction from the growing bulge. You swallow the sound with another kiss, and this time he doesn’t fight it. 

“It doesn’t count,” you say in between kisses, hands tangling in his hair, “If we don’t actually fuck.”

He laughs, breathless and disbelieving, his breath warm on the skin of your jaw where he’s begun trailing kisses. “That makes absolutely no sense.”

“Yes, it does.” you insist, grinding your hips on his crotch, moaning as the thin lace of your panties grow soaked with your arousal, making the friction feel that much sweeter. “Makes perfect sense. Perfectly logical. It’s just masturbating then.”

Spencer is whimpering into your neck, large hands holding your waist to keep you balanced on his lap. “That’s still wrong.”

“Oh please, don’t act like you haven’t been jerking off to the thought of me.” That’s a risky sentence; you’re not actually sure. But with the way his hips jerk up into you, you realize he has done it. Lowering your voice, you lean in and bite his ear, rocking your hips into a rhythm that mimics the movements of sex. “You have, haven’t you? That’s why you spend all that time alone in your room?”

“I—fuck,” he groans, nails digging into your hips as he ruts his hips up to match you, “Yes. Yes, yes, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Spencer.” you moan, arms wrapping around his neck. “God, this feels so good.” Pleasure courses through your veins, heightened by the alcohol and the fact that neither of you shouldn’t be doing this. Beneath you, the chair he’s sitting on scrapes on the kitchen floor, creaking slightly from your rocking bodies.

“Yeah,” he groans, teeth clamping around the sensitive part of your throat. You hiss at the sting, grinding down on his erection harder, an action that sends his body into a fit of tremors, stiffening and then shuddering as he muffles his moans against your skin.

He’s coming, you realize, and the fact makes you go harder, eager to chase your own orgasm. His length is still rock hard, easy to rub your sensitive clit on it to find stimulation, and soon, you’re quivering on top of him as the pleasure finally snaps and overtakes your body.

He holds you tightly to him, arms around your waist as you try to regain your breaths. “W-we can’t do this again.” he whispers, voice hoarse, arms trembling despite their tight grip on you.

“Right,” you murmur, gingerly climbing off his lap, “Just this once, never again.” 

His arms linger, wanting to keep you against him longer despite every brain cell yelling at him about goodness and morality and legal complexities. Reluctantly, he lets go.

You regard him, strangely sober after such a high. Cheeks flushed, a stain at his crotch, the very picture of ruin. With a smile, you bend down and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Keep this between us?”

“Of course.”

You make two promises that night. Only one of them is kept.

[multiversefanfics]

Baby Fever

Pairing: Husband!Joaquin Torres x Wife!Fem!Avenger!Reader Warning: baby fever, little bit of angst Summary: Joaquin wants to have a baby, you do too, just not as much, you're afraid that with both of your hectic lifestyles, a baby would complicate it. Word Count: 837

Your day started just like every other day, you woke up, showered, brushed your teeth, then went down to the training room to meet Sam. You walked in, placing your bag on the ground, and you looked around for Sam, but he was nowhere to be found. You shrugged and walked over to the punching bag.

As you were setting up to land a few punches on it, Joaquin walked in. You looked over and smiled. He flashed a weak smile at you and walked over to the pull-up bar. You raised an eyebrow and walked over to him.

"What's wrong?" You watched him pull himself up, he looked down at you and shook his head

"Nothing, just tired." You nodded and walked back over to the punching bag.

Joaquin was off today and you wanted to find out why, maybe Sam knew. As if Sam was listening he walks through the door clapping his hands together

“Alright, let’s get to work.” He threw his bag to the side and walked over to you.

“Good morning, Sam” You smiled wide, he narrowed his eyes at you

“What did you do?” He raised his eyebrow as you placed your hand over your heart

“How dare you, I did nothing.” He wasn’t buying it. “Alright, what’s going on with Joaquin?”

Sam glanced over at him, just to see him pushing himself a little too hard, he looked back at you and sighed

“That’s something you’re going to have to talk to him about. Later.”

Sam pushed you. He knew you had an attitude, and he wanted to work that attitude out before you went to talk to Joaquin. At the end of the workout, you were on the ground, sweaty and breathing heavily. Sam held his hand out, you looked up at him and took his hand standing up.

"You didn't have to overwork me today." You glared at him, pulling your sweaty shirt off your body.

"Yes, I did, you're going to talk to Joaquin about something serious, and I needed you to not have an attitude with him." He patted your shoulder, then pushed you towards him.

You rolled your eyes and walked up to Joaquin, who was sitting on the bench, leaning on his knees. You sat down in front of him and looked up at him. He smiled down at you, blowing you a kiss.

"What's going on?" You placed your hand on his knee, rubbing your thumb against his skin.

"I know you're not ready, but I really want to have a baby. So instead of talking about it, I come to the gym and work out. I didn't expect you to be here." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact

"Baby." You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I want a baby too, but do you really think it's the best time?"

"I can take some time off and help you, our friends are here too. We can do this." He stared down at you, hoping you'd be on his side.

"Can we talk about this another time?" He nodded and got up to walk away. You groaned and laid back on the ground.

Sam walked over to you, looking down at you. "That went well."

"Sam, he doesn't get it, he's not the one that has to carry a baby, his body doesn't change, he won't have random fluids coming out of random parts of his body, I will." You sat up leaning against the bench

Sam bent down, looking you straight in the eyes. "He gets it, trust me, he does, and he wouldn't ask you to do something if he thought you couldn't handle it."

"You don't get it either. I don't want a baby right now." You got up and walked to your room.

Joaquin was in the shower, so you decided to get in with him. You stepped into the shower, wrapping your arms around him from behind, you laid your head on his back and sighed

"Baby, can we talk?" You felt his muscles tense under you. He turned to face you, wrapping his arms around your body.

"Of course, my love." He kissed the top of your head, waiting for you to start talking.

"I'm not saying, I don't want a baby, I just don't want a baby right now. We will definitely have a baby, I just need time, please."

He nodded, holding you tighter. He rubbed your back, leaving small kisses all around your face and neck.

"Okay, my love. Whenever you're ready, I will be ready too."

"You're not going to leave me?" You looked up at him as his face scrunched up.

"Of course not, you're the love of my life, even if we never have a baby, I will always love you and I will always stay." He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose.

"I love you so much, baby." You melted into his body, finally feeling relief.

"I love you, too, honey."

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[roryknightwrites]

My Aventurine Self-Destruction Headcanons

It's late and I just want to ramble about all my thoughts about how Aventurine hurts himself

TW for substance abuse, sh, and sa. Not trying to glorify anything, just talking about it.

• One of my strongest Aventurine headcanons is that he has a binge drinking habit. Aside from all the nods we're given in the game, I just think it fits his character a lot. Since I also headcanon him to have BPD and I also imagine he would have an insanely addictive personality (because of the lack of dopamine I'm sure he suffers from), and it just makes so much sense to me. Guy with ridiculous trauma, ridiculous identity issues that haunt him every day, constant nagging guilt, PTSD flashbacks, I mean- it just makes sense to me that he'd end up being a drinker. He'd dabble with it at a party and realize how good it could make him feel. But, he can never have just one drink, even though he thinks that he can. So, after work everyday, he has a glass of wine- which turns into a bottle, which turns into a trip to the liquor store, which turns into shots, which turns into him rallying anybody he can find to party with him, which turns into him waking up in a back ally or in some strangers bed with 10 missed calls from Topaz asking him where the fuck he is (because it's definitely a weekday). He comes to work late every day, extremely hungover (or still drunk) but he never gets fired because he's so damn good at his job, everybody just kinda knows he's a fucking mess and they let it go. I HC that Jade knows and just doesn't really care because as long as he's doing his job and bringing in money, it doesn't matter how he's doing it. But I think Topaz would notice how sick he always looks / how often he leaves to go throw up in the bathroom / how much weight he's lost over the months, and she'd try to catch him before he goes home and invite him over to play with Numby.

• I also HC Aventurine to have a coke habit, mostly because it just fits so well with his character: filthy rich mentally ill guy who has a visceral need to feel happy + flex his money because it's obviously a testament to how happy he is? He's got coke addict written all over him. That just leads him into more issues though, because when you start messing with harder drugs, you get involved with rougher crowds, and you end up in tougher situations.

• Combining these two, I think he goes out on extensive benders. Like, he throws parties like he's fucking J Gatsby just to prove to himself 'look, all these people like you and want to be around you' (which he knows isn't true, but he numbs those thoughts with the substances, silly!) and he's like, battling with the thoughts of 'i am a fucking loser failure whose mother would be so disappointed with him, i am a fraud and i am perpetually guilty for fighting so fucking hard to stay alive and stealing so many lives for my own just to end up wanting to die' with 'but let's not think about that, let's think about how rich and successful and cool i am and i can keep numbing all those feelings with drugs and liquor and attention!'- these benders usually end 3-14 days later, with him either arrested + passed out in a bush somewhere with Topaz looking for him before Jade figures out what he's doing, because despite Aventurine being a reckless jackass, she still loves him and doesn't want him to die.

• Also going off my BPD headcanon, I think he'd eventually get into self harming because of the intensity of the emotions inside him. Combining the constant identity disturbances, the guilt, the resentment, the anger, the self hatred, I think at some point the substances wouldn't be able to stifle the feelings enough and he'd start hurting himself for the physical release. To feel the feelings physically leave his body + to visually see it would turn into another addiction because of his addictive personality, and it would be another thing he'd be ashamed of and have to try and hide from everybody at the IPC. Walking into work late, hungover and sick as hell, the inside of his suit jacket getting caught on the cuts on his arms, just feeling so fucking shitty trying to keep up the facade until 5 o clock, when he can start his spiral all over again and get a hit of dopamine for at least an hour or so.

• I also hc aventurine to have extensive sexual trauma, mostly because of how obvious it is that he was subjected to that in slavery, I think that combined with the thought that he's only worth 60 tanba left him with a complicated relationship with his body. I think he uses sex to get things he wants + to feel desired, but after its over, he feels even worse than before. I think because of how many identity issues he has / how empty he perpetually feels, he likes showing himself that people can still fall for him and want him. It just ends up making him feel worse though, because none of those people actually know anything about him.

• Ratio is who he ends up texting the most during all of this. When he's really trashed he'll send him some text that's just not decipherable at all, and when Ratio sees him at work the next day, he knows why. Ratio does step in sometimes, he'll try to track his phone to find where he is or he'll try to call him to talk him off the edge, but sometimes, I think it's too painful for Ratio. As someone who doesn't spend a lot of time nurturing the emotional side of his brain, I think his feelings for Aventurine mixed with his feelings of frustration with how Aventurine treats himself would be exhausting (hence, why I wrote that fanfic lol). I hc that at least once, Aventurine ended up late for a meeting stranded at a strangers house and called Ratio to pick him up, and Ratio had a really rude awakening to how Aventurine really tends to treat himself: clothes half on, viciously hungover, hickies everywhere, hair a mess, bloody nose, gagging into an empty dunkin donuts bag, desperately trying to fix himself in the passenger side mirror before they got back to the office and god forbid Diamond saw him looking like that. After that, I think Ratio would make a habit of sending him good night texts (subtly of course, disguised as Ratio being his normally cynical-self: the goal is just to get Aventurine to respond at all so he knows the gambler is still alive, though he only ever responds half the time)

• And finally, i think he's ambitious in nature and if he got a taste of positive reinforcement, he'd try to get better. But when you're traumatized to that level, you end up building this weird resentment and entitlement because you're mad that normal shit is so much more difficult for you. So I think when things get a bit too difficult, he'd always end up falling back into old habits, because he knows that they'll help. Are they the right choice in the long run? Of course not. But how long is the run going to be, anyways? When your entire identity is based around being a flamboyant disaster, you might as well lean into the role as much as possible, right?

that's all for now. ilu aventurine

[gatorbites-imagines]

request for sinners, Smoke x m!reader

reader is at the juke joint and is constantly being flirted with or hit on by women and Smoke becomes super jealous

can either be smut or just hurt/comfort

Elijah “Smoke” Moore x male reader 

Headcanons 

Was in a mood, so this probably got a bit more fluffy/cute than I had planned. Cuz what's better than a jealous guy who yearns. I wanna rewatch Sinners so badly, but they only showed it for two weekends in my city, can't wait for it to come out other places, hopefully. 

Imagine going to the Juke joint, not because you really like to party all that much, but because youve missed the Smokestack twins a lot.  

You three used to run together when you were kids, then teens, and then you all split when the war came. You went back to Mississippi, and the twins went off to do their own thing. 

It might also have a lot to do with the fact that it was Smoke that asked you to come. Had it been Stack, you might have had the ability to say no, but Smoke has this way of looking at you when he wants something that makes you crack. 

Smoke is a man of a few words, but his eyes tell so much when you know where to look. The way hed chewed the inside of his lip, hands twitching at his side, clearly wanting to busy himself with something. 

He was adorable, to you anyways. If you told anybody else that you found Elijah “Smoke” Moore adorable, you would probably be claimed a lunatic. 

But you knew him. Not as much as Stack did, you don't think anyone knows Smoke that well, but you gotta be second on that list. Or else Smoke wouldn't have snuck all those kisses and comforts during your lives. 

You being an attractive man, a single man, in the eyes of the world, means you are like meat thrown to lions. Lionesses?  

You have to be one of the better options around. A good man, respectful, never yells, doesn't drink too much, smoke too much, hell, you even appreciate a womans feedback as much as a mans. You are perfect. 

Smoke knows this too, which is why he's got eyes on you the entire night. His attention is as much on the business as they are on you, because he can smell sharks in the water everywhere you go. 

The two of you being men means that Smoke cant even go down there and tell them to fuck off, or threaten them with his gun for trying to sink their claws into whats his. 

At least he knows you aren't returning the advances, as you glance up at him every now and then and smile that cute little shy smile of yours, the one that always has his heart racing. 

Its when people start getting more inebriated, and women's advances become a lot bolder and obvious, that Smoke almost bites right through the cigarette he's had hanging between his teeth for the past while, unlit because hed been too busy watching you. 

If anybody else noticed how hard Smoke was staring at you, they would have to assume you screwed him over somehow, and that he's gonna get his money back. Only you, Smoke, and probably Stack, knows the real reason. 

When Smoke sees you getting uncomfortable with the bolder advances, he almost breaks the wood railing under his hands. He gives a throw of his head, a “come here” movement, that you use as an out. 

People assume you and Smoke are going to one of the back rooms so he can shake you down for money, or threaten you to pay him back, so you get some pitying looks along the way.  

Except for Stack, who wiggles his brows at you over everyone's heads. 

The moment you two are alone, Smoke is on you. At first you thought he was gonna jump your bones right then and there with how fiery his eyes were, but instead he just clings to you. 

Smoke buries his face into your neck, clinging to the back of your jacket, tense like a bowstring as he huffs and puffs, clearly trying to suppress whatever burning anger he's got going on. 

It's always a sight to see Smoke getting so angry that he's trembling, only time he gets like this is when Stack or you are hurt, or when you get flirted with, it seems. All that time apart must have made it harder to deal with his emotions. 

He doesn't need to speak to express what he's feeling, his loud shaky breathing and tight grip is explanation enough, so you hug him back just as tight and mutter loving words and promises. 

You two stay in there for a good while, with Smoke just not wanting to let go of you, because if he does, he knows hes gonna lose it. Its a miracle he hasn't caused problems yet. 

Having you kiss him and hold him does start making him less tense. Smoke is always tense, it comes with the lifestyle, but with you it's less bad.  

When he gets this jealous, Smoke kisses you like he's trying to suck the very soul out of your body. All your half-baked complaints never work, even when you mumble between the smack of lips that it'll expose your relation. 

Hes only satisfied when you have kissed him back just as hard, and you two have reaffirmed your love and relationship. That yes, you are his, but he is also yours. No, Smoke, their advances dont mean anything, and no Smoke, you cant hurt anybody. 

I feel like part of Smoke would become more at ease when you express wanting to kill people too when they look at him too long. Like, two very possessive wolves guarding their mates. 

Sadly, you two cant express these feelings in public, or stake claims on each other in visible ways. 

I do imagine you end up wearing something of his after your “closet meeting”, like a ring, or dog tags, unless you guys were already wearing each other's dog tags. 

Everyone assumes your lips are so red cuz Smoke punched you, or smth, well, except for Stack, who grins and offers to buy you a drink, clearly assuming a lot more happened than actually did.  

Smoke hovers close by for the rest of the evening too. Its assumed he's doing it as a threat for whatever he punched you for, but its cuz he's jealous and wants to be close to you. 

[ajarofbees]

Fiore:

An ideal all the way--be a Warden! Be a hero! Even though it's a little overly idealistic and his own reckless enthusiasm can make him a bit of a wrecking ball on two legs, his own good nature and morals means he makes the right decisions most of them. Just sometimes with collateral damage. And pissing off senior Wardens.

Dorothea & Vehris:

Knowledge and secrets, even if it's risky or it could be argued those secrets were better left in the past. Vehris is obvious--they're a part of the Veil Jumpers and like Bellara are extremely dedicated to uncovering pieces of ancient elven history and relics. Some of it's simple curiosity and uncovering something new, but there's also a part that's deeply invested in uncovering who the elven people once were, and what the elves of the present can learn from them.

Dietlinde & Cvetka:

Safety and comfort for others, especially those they care about. Dietlinde cares about her sister and also knows Dorothea can get lost in her own head and studies, for better or worse, and just wants her to be safe. While Cvetka wants to be a good Warden like Fiore, she's more grounded and thanks to her realism, less optimistic about her personal future. Every Darkspawn she kills and potential Blight she stops means other people can live, and until the events of the game, she fully understood her end wasn't going to comfortable--either in battle or the Deep Roads, that's the lot of a Warden. She doesn't talk about that a lot, preferring to silently box it up to think about later.

Hakiem & Bacchus:

Enjoy life, especially since you don't know what tomorrow will bring. Like many of the Lords, Hakiem lives in the present, going from job to job and adventure to adventure, getting thrills and ending with a drink at the Hall of Valor. Sure, there's not a big plan or what some might call a greater calling to it, but Hakiem's pretty sure life is about enjoying the little things more than anything.

Bacchus is an older assassin in an organization that can't really be called an organization that only semi-recently had a lot of leaders killed in inter-House politicking. So he'll drink good wine, tell funny stories, and try to see that the new Crows and Fledglings don't die too fast or lose their sense of humor like Viago.

Dionysus:

The funny thing about almost falling into the assassin-living-weapon mentality is you never really had to think about what you, personally, wanted out of life (besides surviving to the next contract). What a world! Especially when you get pulled into some quest after giving into one of the few little impulsive bits of morality left in you, and now some fast-talking dwarf is asking all these things like "what do you wanna' do in life, kid?" or "maybe you should get a non-knife related hobby, kid, one that isn't playing guitar badly on purpose" or even "i know you still got a spark in you, kid"

Bonus under the cut!

Fiore: Hasn't had any sex and hadn't really thought about it before! Between this and the potential for lyrium poisoning, Lace had to have several slightly awkward but also very open conversations with him (its funny in hindsight tho).

Dorothea: A few times while studying, nothing from a serious relationship since she was so focused on becoming a member of the Mourn Watch. She had a stuttering, blushy conversation with Lucanis about what she's tried and liked in the past, and Lucanis, who hadn't even thought about most of what she's talking about is now thinking really hard about it.

Dietlinde: yeah, a few times. It was okay. She'd be more interested if the world wasn't actively ending.

Vehris: A few times in the past, though they're as quiet and private as usual about it. Since they're very private and selective about opening up to people, they have to really be comfortable with someone to even think about sex with them.

Hakiem: hell yeah

Bacchus: absolutely hell yeah

Dionysus: I can't stress enough how little game he has. Absolutely pathetic.

Rook Intro Hour: Desire

Hey, there! Happy Monday! Hope you had a relaxing/fun weekend!

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Today’s Question(s): What does your Rook want most in the world? Fame? Power? Love? What will they do in order to get it?

BONUS, because I know you were all thinking about those DAO/DA2 desire demons =P : Does your Rook like sex? Do they have a lot of it? Who do they have sex with? Friends? Strangers? Partners only?

Have fun, be creative, and thanks for sharing !

[min-kit]

I will ask a very cliched and silly question about SaxLoch, so in near future ( by near I mean when Lochlan joins college, which is like within a few months or one year) if Lochy has a boyfriend ( or even a girlfriend), how do you think Saxon is going to react to that?

First, I def think he'd have different reactions based on whether Lochlan has a boyfriend or a girlfriend! Girlfriend: I think Saxon would be kind of relieved. Probably going "okay so that THING that happened really was just a fluke. didn't mean anything, lochy has a girl! we're all good!" because honestly, Saxon gives me the vibe of someone who has trouble with the concept of bisexuality... especially when it's so much easier for him to believe Lochy is straight and holds no ~special~ feelings for him. He'd probably get more comfortable around Lochlan again, maybe even try to pry details out of him (because, it's safe to do this again! saxon is bad at boundaries, we know this because he basically said it's okay if Lochlan continues to worship him). He'd just insert himself once again so inappropriately in Lochlan's sexual life, trying to give him extra pointers or making crude jokes (until Lochlan puts his foot down, which I think he would because I like to believe Lochlan starts speaking up for himself once he goes to college and discovers who he is as a person).

boyfriend answer under the cut as it got long

Boyfriend: Saxon is going to have a big problem with this. It's not even because of the gay thing, although Saxon likes to play it off like that's it, saying shit that he's just worried about how hard Lochlan's life is going to be if he's gay or some shit like that. But no. Deep inside he's jealous. Of course, Saxon doesn't have the understanding of his own self to know that's what this is, he just doesn't like seeing this boyfriend of Lochlan's come around, acting so comfortable around their family and in their home. It's not his family and home, he has no right to be so at ease! He's constantly complaining about Lochlan's boyfriend to anyone who listens (Piper mostly though she tries not to listen, but this just causes arguments about Saxon being a homophobe to which he vehemently denies despite dropping the f slur about Lochlan's boyfriend. Not Lochlan, just the boyfriend. One day Piper even says something like "stop calling our brother the f word" and saxon just goes "??? i've never once called him that" and when Piper says he just did, Saxon rolls his eyes and answers "No I called his boyfriend that. there's a difference.") Now there is a bonus option for the boyfriend if you're like me and think that Lochlan is going to primarily date men who are EXACTLY like Saxon. And this can go one of two ways. Either A) he notices they have a LOT in common with him and gets weirded out (and lowkey offended because wtf these are all subpar to the real thing!! how could lochy settle for them when he's right here??--and then he promptly realizes exactly what he just thought and has to go drink himself insane) and B) he doesn't notice they're exactly like him but he DESPISES everything about them. From the way they gel their hair, to their stupid preppy clothes, to the insulting, vulgar, gross jokes and comments they make at the dinner table. What does Lochlan even SEE in this guy??? is he out of his mind?? (in this scenario, Piper wants to gouge her eyes out because what the fuck??? talk about borderline incestual.....)

[baby-tini]

Yandere Shuji Hanma Alphabet

DARK CONTENT AHEAD, PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He is intense but it's more of a possessive intense. He is also very physical with you, always tugging at your hair, grabbing at you and whispering nasty things in your ear as he pulls your head back and mocks you, he's pretty mean.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Oh he loves getting messy, he fights just for fun and just because he can. So, he absolutely would get messy for you because he does it in general. He will purposely start shit with you and other people because he enjoys it. He doesn't mind cracking a few skulls and breaking a couple nooses for you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Oh 100%, you're gonna hate his company especially after he abducts you. He's is so fucking cruel and he will intentionally do things he knows pisses you off just so that he can tease and punish you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes, there's no doubt in my mind. Shuji hates being told 'no' so if he wants a blow-job, he's gonna get head from you. He doesn't care about what you want- at all really. He always gets what he wants and you arguing just goes in one ear and out the other.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Not at alllll. Which, c'mon, is very unsurprising coming from a man like Shuji Hanma, sure he has some soft moments with you, especially in the early afternoon but it's a rare case in general for you too see him be sweet at all, given how mean he is all the time.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

That shit makes him hard, I'm not even gonna lie. That's literally his end goal though, is too get you pent up so he can have fun with you. It's so much fun for him when you put up a fight, he gets off on it. He knows he's a lot stronger then you and way more experienced then you could ever be- but that's the fun part, your struggling, your like a little bunny attempting too fight back against a much more dangerous predator.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Everything is a game to him, that's what life is to him, a game. He enjoys mocking and toying with you, you're just so fun too fuck with. He'd love watching you try and escape from him though, because he'll let you, he'll purposely do things that will allow you too escape so that he can hunt you down, drain every last little bit of hope you have left. Give you tiny breaths of freedom before he takes it away again, all with a sick grin.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Most experiences with Hanma are pretty bad with Hanma, he's not the most empathetic guy- he lacks empathy actually. He's not the guy you wanna misbehave with, like, at all. I would say the worst thing though, is the berating. He's so mean and he know exactly what gets under your skin. He never apologizes either because in his mind, he's never wrong.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

One full of chaos and nasty fights, no, for real, though, he doesn't really envision a future with you - much less for himself. He hasn't thought that far ahead about anything, and to him, you're just a fun little thing to play around with... but he's not keen on letting you go for a while.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He doesn't get jealous. It's more possessive than anything, really. While he does allow minimal interaction with others when it can't be helped, he's still not to keen on it so anytime he feels as though someone is just the tiniest bit close to you, he'll yank you by the arm and pull you to his chest.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's the same around you as he is with others; mean and sadistic.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You'd have to do something crazy to catch his attention in the first place. To keep it is a little different, so you'd have to be really interesting in order for him to want to pursue you. There'd be no courting though, he just pops up and doesn't go away for a while.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No...? He can be a bit soft in the mornings and when he's tired though.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He's all about teasing and making you uncomfy so he'd probably spank you, throw some infantalization in there to... might break a bone or two if he's pissed enough

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Surprisingly not a lot, privacy isn't a thing for you anymore though.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Pretty patient but it also depends on how his days been, if he comes home stressed he won't even bothering correcting you, he'll just punish you. But, if he's calm and on something, run wild.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Depends on how connected he is to you. If he really liked you and you died, it'll take some time for him to return to normal and he might never return to normal. You'll never escape him though, especially if we're talking bad Toman Hanma, he has connections and favors out the ass.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and only if he got bored of you

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He's probably always been sadistic and mean, realistically, he just wants the company.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He either is getting off on you screaming and crying or it annoys him and he'd get really irritated. You can isolate yourself all you want, he'll just be really loud enough for you to hear him when he's talking to you, plus, he's not home all the time.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He'd let you run away, only for short periods of time though, just so he can chase you down and play detective.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None really, not only is he a highly experienced fighter but he's also really intelligent, so you're fucked.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes, and it's sometimes for fun

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

If he's bored of you none, and you can't leave, so none

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Could be anywhere from a few days to a few months, really depends on when he wants you. He works on impulse but he's careful.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, and it could either be on accident or on purpose.

[winchestermysterymachine]

how do the winchesters stay on your good graces?

Dean Winchester

dean winchester is many thing's. mostly, being mouthy. he knows his talk gets him into trouble all the time. there are some days where he just has really bad days and lets his mouth get him into really bad trouble. arguments are not uncommon between either of you, but there are just days where you're not in for arguing and all he wants to do is run his mouth. for the most part, he probably thinks what he's saying you either find really funny or just don't care what he's saying. the first thing he notices when he realizes he's taken it too far is the silence. he's talking non-stop and when he's looking over you for your reaction he sees you don't even have a facial expression. like you're bored. if he doesn't take that as the hunt to drop on his knees and beg for forgiveness, and he keeps opening his pie hole, the second thing that makes him realize he's in too far is the glare. it's the most motherly glare he's ever seen. like you know when a mother/grandmother is talking to someone and you interrupt them to ask a question? yeah the look they give you is the one you give him. it's the 'i can't believe you're doing this right now' look and it usually sends chills running up and down his spine. you try hard to be patient with him, but if he's not taking the hint the final thing you do is either steal baby's car keys so he's running around looking for them like an idiot, or you steal the car and drive off for a few hours. taking away the two thing's he loves the most? kills him. usually it doesn't get to that point enough, but what are the thing's dean does to get himself on your good side again? there are many thing's he knows he can try. he can try and sweet talk you into sex. 'you can't be mad at me with my dick inside you'. he won't stop until you forgive him by the way. the third thing he'd do is give you some space. when he knows he's fucked up and you're upset, he'll take a step back and reflect on what he's done and why it hurt you so bad. once he's finally owned up to his own shit, you're back to being friendly again. he buys you a lot of snacks as an apology as well. he plans sweet little dates in his bedroom, runs you a bath, lights up little candles and pours you a glass of wine to help you relax. he probably also tries to make you laugh as much as possible, you can't be mad at someone who's making you laugh either. he's running around the bunker with music blaring, singing along to all your favorite songs, almost completely naked (just boxers), sliding around the floor with his socks pulled up. he's definitely trying to remind you of why you fell in love with him in the first place. he definitely tries really hard to not get to the point where he's fucked up so badly he can't dig himself out. he worries that one day he'll say or do something that has you packing your bags and catching the first flight or bus as far from his as physically possible. it won't ever get to that point though, because you can't stay mad at him for too long. you try and keep the ruse up, but one good look into his pretty little green eyes and you're already begging him for a kiss and to take you to bed afterward and show you how sorry he is, hopefully without using too many words this time. but we all know dean, he won't stop talking even then. 

"Want you every second, don't need other guys, you do something sus', kiss my cute ass bye."

Sam Winchester

although sam isn't particularly mouthy, his attitude is far worse than dean. while dean thinks he's being entertaining, or protecting himself, sam knows that his bodily attitude is going to cause him to spend the night on the couch. with that being the first way he knows he's pissed you off: you don't want anything to do with him anymore. you send him off to do random tasks or make an excuse for getting away from him. needing to shower, cook, clean, do research, head to the store, help dean, help cas. once he realizes you don't want to be around him, he knows he's messed up. if he doesn't realize that, it just keeps dragging, the mumbling under his breath and thinking you didn't hear him (but it's the fem super hearing, you always hear what he's saying). crossing his arms over his chest, scoffing. those are the thing's that piss you off. sam also likes to talk smart, like he's better than everyone else and starts using big words to make himself seem cooler. like we get it buddy, you studied law. if he doesn't take the pushing him away seriously, it's gonna cause a rift between you two. it continues to not sleeping beside each other, ignoring each other. i think the most toxic thing that you'd do to get back at him for not apologizing sooner would be flirting with another guy at the store, bar, on a hunt. there genuinely isn't anything worse to sam than thinking you're done with him. of course, sam probably will take that as a challenge. he won't stoop even lower and flirt with anyone else though, he'll let you have your fun. the third and final thing that you do that makes sam realize he's fucked up, is probably leave the bunker for more than a day without him. telling him you're going out with charlie, or even spending time with rowena without him is like a big red flag in his brain. he trusts them to take care of you, but you leaving the bunker makes him realize immediately that something is totally wrong. he's definitely pulling you aside, keeping you from leaving, and having the most civil conversation you both can muster. only then does the arguing ensue, and everyone in the bunker takes that as the moment to leave the premises. of course all arguments eventually end. but to get back on your good graces, he's got to suck up to you a lot. spending every waking moment together, morning sex, shower sex, night sex, sex in random rooms neither of you knew even existed. you've been ignoring each other for days now and you're finally on decent enough terms, and you both just need each other desperately. he makes sure to get the both of you out of the bunker for some much needed time together. a walk in a park, through a museum, something short and sweet (wink wink) to keep you both occupied, and just get reacquainted with one another. once you two make up again, it's like the sun has finally come out after a huge storm. it's a lot easier to breath for everyone in the middle of it. he does a whole lot of apologizing too, finally using his mouth for good rather than huffing and puffing and scoffing at you. the makeup sex after is always the best too, i can 100 percent think that's the truth. he's got a lot to make up for anyway. 

"Boy, it's not that complicated, you should stay in my good graces."

Castiel ; coming soon

“When I love you, I’m sweet, like an angel.”

so, do you still give a fuck about him?

[properlittlefamily]

[ID: reply from @dairxoxo that says, "What are you reading? I haven't read anything since 2021 or so. Do you have any good recs. I need something to try to awake my love." [two smiling emojis] /End ID]

Okay this turned out longer than I thought because of course I had to go through all my bookmarks to answer this properly haha.

Warning (I guess): I am a very anti-Rebecca person. I've gotten used to the idea of Seb over these last years, but still very much prefer not to have him in my fantasy soap realm.

omegaverse au - butteredsc0tch | a/b/o, mpreg

"He’d started to feel nauseous, nothing extreme but just a little queasy in the morning when he’d wake up and again just before he’d go to bed. And if he’d felt tired, well he’d been working hard – add in the strain between him and Chrissie and it’d been no surprise he’d felt more exhausted than normal.

But then one day he’d sat down to rest his eyes for 5 minutes at his desk, and had woken up 2 hours later to Chrissie shaking his shoulder, peering down at him with worried eyes. The fact that he’d then slept for 10 hours that night, and had still needed another nap the following day, didn’t go unnoticed by him either.

So he’d bought a test, and had locked himself away in the en-suite where he'd known he wouldn’t be disturbed."

I know omegaverse/mpreg is not everyone's cup of tea, but this is one of absolute favorites. Like top 3 for me, no contest. I just think it's so well written, both story and character wise. I've read this series so many times, I've lost count. Love, love, love.

you're so much brighter than the sun to me - wafflesofdoom | canon divergent

"after their fight at home farm, aaron and robert sit and talk, and decide a holiday in vegas is exactly what they need to sort themselves out.

or, the one where their holiday of a lifetime to vegas turns out to be unforgettable for more reasons than one."

Everytime I go back and reread this, I'm always just clinching my fists and grinding my teeth because of what could've been. And because it's just adorable.

The Plan - orphan_account | smut, accidental voyeurism

"As soon as Aaron saw that smirk on Rebecca's face, he knew she was doing this on purpose so he comes up with a plan.

That plan includes texting her to walk through the back and watch Robert fuck him and not her."

Aaron being an absolute menace and literally marking his territory is just so fun to me. Also always love me some shameless smut

sweet dreams are made of these - KayCeeCruz (locked to users)

"After a tragic accident, Robert’s left in a coma. While his loved ones fight to keep him alive, Robert sinks into a world of dreams. When he wakes up, he is confused about what life is real and all he wants is to have his husband by his side." I haven't reread this one yet, but I remember absolutely loving it the first time I read it. This one has definitely been bumped up the list.

Triggers - KiyoYoon | past abuse, smut, aftercare

"Aaron and Robert enjoy a day without Liv in the house alone, meaning that they can gladly have sex without the thought of scarring their little sister. Until Aaron feels a heavy weight in his chest and doesn't realise he's stumbled across some triggers."

Another top favorite of mine. I really love all the fics that dive into emotional/mental/physical response Aaron (could of) had in the aftermath of his abuse, but this is one that has always stuck in the back of my mind.

pushing up daisies series - softlyspoken | mpreg

“I’m just ...” Robert looks at Aaron, really looks at him and Aaron looks away from him. “You look different.” He whispers.

Aaron’s eyes flicker slightly. “Your leather jacket is annoying.”

“Eh?”

“I thought we were pointing out random things.” Aaron says, he puffs his chest as he speaks.

Yes, another mpreg fic. This is actually a trope I read quiet often. Anyway another well written series that I just adore and have read so many times.

Reiteration - Otherworldliness | time travel (kind of)

"Robert Sugden falls asleep in August 2017 as a broken man rapidly losing everything he loves. He awakes in August 2014 with more knowledge and hindsight than any man should, but more importantly Hope."

Another fic I haven't reread yet, but I'm always thinking about it. Basically a "god is a robron shipper and is not happy" fic and I remember loving it.

Village Talk series - theprincessed

"A collection of random, often canon-related conversations starring Robert and/or Aaron and featuring assorted villagers in Emmerdale."

Just a fun collection of short stories of Robron interacting with other villagers.

[grimtrail]

Caine x You

Turning human headcanons

— first of all, he's surprisingly tall. as if this world has granted him a compensation for his love of being up high, back when he could fly.

— it takes him some time to learn how to walk properly. you love it when he grabs your shoulder, trying not to fall. his, well, cane is a help too.

— having a whole face annoys him. he emotes in an unnerving way, being either impassive or overly expressive. managing so many new muscles is quite challenging!

— not mentioning the whole issue of keeping your meat suit™ alive thing. fuelling, emptying, recharging... it's exhausting to even think about.

— he knew about such things, but as concepts. meeting them directly is just a living nightmare.

— all the sensations too! being able to smell so many, feel so much, see the world not as cartoonish as it was... his systems are overloading.

— he really tries not to show his worry, but follows you around like a lost puppy. he needs your attention, your care. and you couldn't just let him be. he wasn't cruel to you back in the digital world, after all. he cared about all of the crew, even though his understanding of caring is weird, to say the least.

— you aren't sure how to introduce him to the authorities and society. it overwhelms you enough to make you want to go back to the circus, where things were much simpler.

— as you weren't entirely digital in his world, he seems to be not entirely human in yours. his mind is still... AI-sh. he's like a walking search engine, but with quite bad memory consistency. his memory is being rewritten with new information all the time, because it doesn't have much capacity. he's got an unchangeable kind of core, but everything else is replaceable.

— actually, you're completely out of the former system either. you basically don't exist as a person. no ID, no friends, no family where they supposed to be. you still have got a place you used to live at, but the world is just empty from anyone you ever knew.

— you wanted so hard to get out, and now you're dreaming of getting back. Caine, however, starts to enjoy his new habitat over time. he's quite good with people, being charming and polite. it makes you jealous a little, even though you two aren't even a couple and can barely be called friends.

[mummyemmatojames]

Since the dummy thing worked out so well, despite his apprehension at first. Do you not think you could introduce him to pull-ups/diapers? Maybe buy some boy pull-ups and just have them in the house. Either in his room or bathroom. Somewhere he can see them and start getting used to the idea of them being there. Maybe use pull-ups as a punishment at bedtime that he doesn't have to use but just sleep in and keep on. He probably never would have volunteered trying a dummy, but looks how well it worked out.

I love the idea but have to respect James’ limits right now. He isn’t into the very young stuff and I don’t want to push too hard. Although you are corect that dummies/bottles/nursing is definitely a much younger headspace than where he started. He seems to have a mental block with nappies whenever I have raised in the past. Even asking to go “weewee or poopoo” was very humiliating for him when he was grounded. Maybe he will accept pull-ups in future but no sign right now 🧷

[auguryofjellyfish]

me @ ken rn

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Assisting Acquaintance Acquired.

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i don't want to be the person who says this but did luke newton just washed all his own and nicola's hard work and efforts down the drain? like,, seriously man? couldn't have waited atleast ONE more week?

also, i am not the person to ship celebs in real life but if they kept up this whole pr since all these months.. couldn't he have waited one more week? the reason that this whole pr was done.. wasted!!