#honestly an embarrassing amount of time worrying if some of the ideas i have in my plan were just like. subconsciously stolen from that one

[3igbootyl0ver]

A New Face Pt.3

pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

summary: You and Tara finally went out on a date and feelings are revealed.

word count: 2453

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a/n: Hey all, I hope ya'll enjoyed this last part for this one-shot. I tried putting in more details so lmk your thoughts. I also made Sam a little laid back for this part since I honestly didn't know how to make her intimidating without ruining it lol. Anyways, I'm always open to feedback!! Thanks for all the love and support! (p.s. i got motivation for the flower scene from tasm where peter gave gwen her flowers hehehe so just imagine that because i still have no idea how to add a collage of pictures here)

Tara was walking back and forth the apartment while waiting for you to pick her up. She had suggested on going to yours instead but you insisted on picking her up for some reason. Sam was just observing her sister roaming around the living room, amused by her antics. She was picking her fingernails and fixing her hair every 15 seconds. It was 3.45 p.m and you were supposed to be here at least 15 minutes ago. Her mind was going through a ridiculous amount of scenarios as fast as the speed of light at this point. Did you suddenly decide to ditch her or realised that she wasn’t good enough for you? 

“Tara, relax. You’re freaking out so much- I can see your brain working overtime,” Sam simply stated, laying on the couch while rewatching Modern Family for the fifth time. Just as Tara wanted to give a snarky remark, she heard the doorbell rang. If she was wearing a heart rate monitor, she was sure it would give her a warning about her sudden heightened heart rate, assuming she was getting a heart attack. She looked at herself once again and fixed her hair after the 55th time before opening the door.

There you were. Looking all cute and flustered while holding a bouquet of flowers and a posy on one hand while balancing two motorcycle helmets on the other. While she appreciated and blushed and the gesture, she can’t seem the ignore the fact that the bouquet and posy is a little… lopsided.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late. I went to buy this for you but it’s a little harder when you’re riding while holding it, which explains the snapped stem for one of them…Oh! And I bought a small one for Sam, if she doesn’t mind, of course.” You explained with a little blush from the awkwardness. “How embarrassing, this is your first date and you’ve already messed up. Nice one, Y/N.” You thought, mentally slapping yourself for forgetting that it’s nearly impossible to hold a bouquet of flowers while riding and not mess it up. While you were having your own crisis, Tara was in her own head too.

“Seriously? Is there even a flaw flowing in their bones? ” Tara pondered internally while struggling to put out actual words, holding onto both the bouquet and posy, when Sam came to rescue after hearing the painfully awkward one-sided conversation.

“Wow, nice job, Y/N. A liiitttle crushed, but I like the effort. You’re own my good side, for now. Just make sure you bring her home by 9..or I’ll hunt you down.” Sam stated sarcastically, enjoying how you squirmed after her statement. She’ll never tell you this, but she appreciated the gesture and the thought of buying her a small bouquet. The few people Tara had tried dating has never thought of that, so she really meant it when she said you’d “earned a point”. She was impressed surprisingly, and it was hard to impress THE Sam Carpenter.

“Y-Yes ma’am” You replied with faux confidence, even though both the sisters could tell you were intimidated, rightfully so. Tara rolled her eyes at her sister’s statement and dragged you out of the apartment, after placing her flowers nicely by the table beside the entrance, of course.

“I’m sorry about Sam, she can be a bit.. Much.”

“Don’t worry about it, I have to admit I almost peed my pants though.” You joked, trying to ease the tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Your attempt was successful when Tara giggled effortlessly, while staring at you with those big doe eyes.

-

The engine roared beneath them, vibrating through Tara’s body as she clung to Y/N’s back. The cool evening air brushed against her face, the city lights streaking by in a blur. The smell of gasoline and fresh rain mixed with the earthy scent of Y/N’s jacket, and Tara could feel her pulse racing in time with the bike’s engine.

Tara knew she would be your ‘backpack’ as you informed her about riding your bike for the date a few days prior. That doesn’t mean she didn’t freak out when you went up a needle on your speedometer though. She was hugging you so tightly around your waist, it could almost suffocate you. You said you didn’t mind it though, and Tara took every opportunity to hug you tighter, and shamelessly run her hands from your back to your shoulders, caressing and admiring the flexed muscles from handling the two-wheeled vehicle every chance she had, enjoying your warmth that contrasted with the chilly weather.

 Her heart was pounding as she felt the warmth of Y/N's back against her chest, the gentle hum of the motorcycle beneath them. She noticed how her grip tightened instinctively, wanting to hold on to something solid as her thoughts swirled in a mess. “Is this real? Is this really happening?"

After finding a parking spot near the theaters, you helped Tara with getting off your bike seeing as she couldn’t even reach the floor if she wanted to. You assisted with taking her helmet off and fixing her hair, pushing her messy bangs away and tucking it behind her ears absenmindedly without her needing to ask for help. Tara wanted to take you right then and there. “Who cares if it’s public indecency? Both of us are hot.” Tara thought. She had never met a more thoughtful and respectful person before she laid her eyes on you; You really knew how to please a girl. 

-

You proceeded to lead her to the entrance of the theatre, which was filled with people that was keen on watching the premier of The Terrifier 3. Tara was buzzing with excitement, practically hopping up and down and effortlessly having a conversation with you after easing her nerves, while waiting on your turns to get some snacks and get seated.

The film was amazing. It was almost concerning with how Tara didn’t even bat an eyelid during the more gory scenes, but you were glad she enjoyed it. You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back after successfully making her glee and rambling about the film afterwards. You both decided to walk to the restaurant you were having dinner at, since it was only a few blocks away. You couldn’t ignore the fact that both your and Tara’s hands kept brushing against each other. You finally made the courage to hold her hands while she was still rambling about the show, your heart leaped when she interlocked your fingers together and continued talking, not commenting on the sudden act of affection.

Meanwhile, Tara was so damn glad you made the move first because she was overthinking too much to make the first move. She tried to act as nonchalant as possible, making it seem like your  gesture didn’t really affect her even though she had her heart in her mouth. When you both arrived at the restaurant, you had to wait for a while to be assigned a table. She finally made the courage to let go of your hands and to hold onto your ridiculously toned biceps, running her hands up and down your arm. She was tracing her fingers on the outline of your tattoo, making you shiver.

“You never told me this, but what’s the meaning behind your tattoo? I mean- It’s fine if it’s personal and you don’t wanna talk about it, though!” Tara stated with a slight panic in her voice. The last thing she wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable and share something so intimate to you. You found it cute that she was trying to be mindful and considerate.

Tara was tracing your tattoo, which was full of different designs, mainly two dragons being intertwined and a date underneath it. “It’s fine- I don’t mind, really. It symbolizes the Chinese zodiac calendar. My mum and dad was born in the year of the dragon. I initially didn’t think of having a tattoo, but I considered it to honor them. They died a few years ago from a car crash, which explains the date beneath it.” You explained your tattoo in detail, including all the different strokes and lines on your hands. 

Tara wanted to cradle your head and hold you tightly, hiding you away from society after hearing that your parents are gone. It must’ve been tough handling life alone in your twenties. “At least I had Sam,” Tara thought. She gave you her condolences and you took her hand and kissed it, specifically where her scar is, before shrugging it off with a smile, not wanting to ruin the mood of the date. 

-

Dinner went by quickly, with Tara having a glass of wine (not you though, you knew you had the responsibility to send her home and you didn’t want Sam to kill you either) and getting to know each other more. Tara’s indication of having too much to drink is that she often hiccups, and that’s when you knew you had to pay the bill and send her home. On your way back to your bike, you and Tara were giggling and she kept trying to squeeze your face cheeks together, with your hand swatting her away. You decided to make a pitstop at a small bodega and buy a bottled water for Tara, attempting to sober her up, knowing she can’t ride on the bike being that drunk. You slowed your pace, allowing Tara to recover while interlocking your hands. She was effortlessly flirting with you, probably from the liquid courage she was sobering up from.

You finally reached your bike, with having an intention of helping Tara putting on her helmet when she hugged you, her arms wrapping around your neck and leaning her chin against your chest, staring at you. “I really, really like you y’know. Like, like-like you.” She stated, staring at you with her brown doe eyes that resembled a deer. 

Tara’s heart skipped again, but this time, it wasn’t from nerves. It was from a sudden realization—this was different. She hadn’t felt this kind of pull in a long time. And maybe—maybe—she wasn’t just hoping Y/N would kiss her. Maybe she was ready for it. And when the moment came, she wasn’t going to hold back. You softly chuckled, your cheeks tinting slightly at her sudden confession. “I’m glad you like me Tara. I really, really like you too,” you reciprocated and hugged her waist, embracing the intimate moment. Both of you leaned in, nose touching each other before you decided to lean away; Making Tara whine and roll her eyes. 

You really wanted to kiss her, but you didn’t want it to be in a random street where some creeps can be watching you both kiss for their own entertainment. Tara huffed in frustration and wore her (your) helmet, stubbornly trying to get on the bike without needing you assistance (she needed it, she was practically falling off that damn bike if it wasn’t for you). You softly chuckled at her act before wearing yours and turned on the bike, the engine growling. Throughout the ride, you knew Tara was still upset at you since she held her hands on your shoulders instead of your waist. 

After reaching her block, you followed her up to her apartment, making sure that she’s safe. Tara was being grumpy, having her arms crossed which prevented you to hold her hand. After reaching her apartment, she went to open the door, trying to enter before you had to chance to talk to her. “Tara- wait, give me a mi-“ 

“I don’t get you, Y/N. First you bring me out to this date, held my hands and now you don’t want to kiss me? Are you serious-“ Tara’s blabber was disrupted when you grabbed her by her cheeks and leaned in for a kiss, lips colliding. 

Tara melted in your hands like putty and wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you in and craning your neck, trapping you in her spell. You could taste her cherry lip gloss, secretly hoping that you get to kiss her more often to get accustomed to the taste. She lets out little sighs in between the kisses to take a breath, before pulling you in again for more. You bit her lip which made her gasp, having the opportunity to slip your tongue in, making her moan and kiss you fiercely and fight with you tongue to tongue.

You pulled away gently, making her whine at the sudden end of the passionate makeup. You gave her tiny pecks and chaste kisses which made her giggle before you pulled away. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, Tara. I just wanted it to be private, I can’t let the creeps down the street see me kissing the girl I like,” You confessed, blushing heavily now that Tara’s attention is all on you. 

“Aw, you sap. I don’t mind letting them watch, at least they know you’re all mine now.” You gave another kiss, when the door opened abruptly.

“Well, well, well, look who’s grinning like a cat that got the cream.” Sam smirks, glancing between Tara and Y/N, making both blush out of embarrassment.

“So, did you two finally make it official, or am I gonna need to take out the old shower and have a little chit chat with Y/N? I know you have no problem with public declaration of ownership.” She gives Tara a teasing look, knowing full well that her sister’s not shy when it comes to flirting. “Shut up, Sam. I’m fine.” She rolls her eyes but it’s clear that she’s still caught up in the moment.

Sam shrugs dramatically, leaning closer to Y/N, lowering her voice with mock seriousness.

“You better keep your hands to yourself, or I will find out where you live, and I’ll have a serious talk with you. That’s your warning.” She threatens, almost breaking character but keeping it cool.

Y/N, clearly caught off guard but managing a nervous chuckle, nods quickly. “Yes ma’am. I’ll take good care of her, I swear.” They look at Tara, a little embarrassed, but there’s warmth in their eyes. They’re obviously not intimidated, but they know enough to respect Sam’s warning.

“Good answer, Y/N. Good answer.” She flashes a grin, pretending to be serious before stepping back from the door. ”And for the record, I’m definitely expecting a full play-by-play tomorrow, Tara. I’ve got all kinds of questions…”

Tara shakes her head, but there’s no hiding the smile on her face now. She turns back to Y/N, giving them a peck before slipping back inside her apartment with a soft click.

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 17

Part 16

Eddie's chin was perched on Steve's shoulder, reading through the contents of the letter. There was a bunch of legal jargon that went over his head, but it was purely the fact that his parents sent it that document that spoke volumes about the kinds of people they were. Eddie also took to heart that fact Steve hardly ever mentioned them.

"And what exactly are they asking you to 'cease and desist'?" It was too early in the morning for such small print and lawyer-language. Eddie rubbed his eyes.

"Nothing they haven't said before. "I'm an embarrassment to them and they want me to stop."

Eddie hugged Steve from behind and kissed his shoulder. Then he kissed the back of his neck. As he did, he pulled the letter from his hand and then kissed his cheek.

"I'll let my people look over this, but there's no way they can order you to do anything. And if they keep bothering you, we can counter-sue for harassment."

Steve turned around in his arms and smiled. "You'd sue my parents for me?"

"Anything for my baby. I'd keep them wrapped up in court dates for years."

No one bothered his baby. Especially when he wasn't doing anything wrong. Just the idea of Eddie doing so made Steve swoon a little. This was exactly what he had dreamed of. Being scooped up from his humdrum life, filled with stress and anxiety and disappointment and being embraced by someone not just willing to love on him, but take care of him. Steve hadn't worried about a single bill since he and Eddie got together. The amount of times he'd pulled out his own money to pay could be counted on one hand.

"Hmm, I think we'll let them squirm a bit", Steve finally decided. "They don't get to stamp their feet after ignoring me for years."

And so, the letter was pretty much ignored in favor of other things going on. Steve didn't make any effort to be seen less in public. If anything, he was seen more, on the arm of someone from Corroded Coffin. Steve thought he'd be bothered by being photographed all the time. And while it was odd (he didn't know what the fuss was about him and Gareth looking at stationary) so far no one had caught him in any sort of compromising position.

He and Eddie had fucked in the backseat during a car wash and the most provocative picture the tabloids had was one of Eddie's nose buried in his neck, one squeezing his behind as they tried to do a quick makeout in an alley.

And any negative comments were not only drowned out by the positive ones, but they were also easy to ignore when he had a pack of men showering him with adoration.

One night, his parents called and while Steve would rather not been bothered with them, he felt like a shield was cast over him while he was cuddled up to Eddie on one side and the rest of his pack sitting around the living room. So this time, he answered.

"Hello mother."

"You think you're funny, don't you? You think this is all a joke? Have you even thought about us once? Honestly, every morning I wake up thinking there's going to be a picture of you with your pants down or you on your knees or some other-I just don't know where we went wrong with you Steven but this is truly unacceptable."

"What exactly is unacceptable about all of this? What do you actually know about it?"

Eddie muted the tv and gestured for Steve to put her on speaker so that they could all hear. Steve did and his mother's voice sounded around the room.

"We know you're running around with a bunch of musicians, doing god knows what, probably drugs and ruining our family name. Do you know how many times Irene Netting has had something to say about you? I swear the woman has no life but I can't refute the facts she's telling about you."

"You never bothered to get the facts from me", Steve said.

"Did you read the terms in our letter?"

"You mean the cease and desist order?"

"You are going to stop besmirching the Harrington name. By any means necessary. And if that means we have to drag you back home, well, thankfully there's an associate of your father's that's still interested. He's a beta, but beggars can't be choosers."

Steve could scent the way his pack felt about that and if that wasn't enough, the way they were glaring at his phone told the whole story. Eddie held his hand out for it and Steve gave it over, wondering what he'd say.

"Sorry to disappoint, but Steve is already home. And he's not leaving just so you can sell him off to someone twice his age."

"Who is this!? Steven Phillip Harrington, are you living with those animals?"

Steve refrained from making a comment about how beastly Eddie could be in bed. But decided now was as good a time as any to introduce them all. "Mother, this is Eddie, my alpha. Eddie, my dear mother."

Her sucking in a breath could be heard, clearly about to admonish her son again, when Jeff spoke up.

"You know, if it's just about messing up the 'Harrington name' all Steve needs to do is change it."

"Yeah, but to what?", Gareth asked, like the answer wasn't obvious.

It was clear to Steve and Eddie. It was clear the moment they locked eyes. Steve felt the need to bare his neck, to let Eddie claim that last part of himself and be joined forever. Abruptly, Eddie got up from the couch and got down on his knees in front of his love. Steve hung up the phone without ever taking his eyes off of his alpha.

"Stevie, baby, angel, muse of my soul", Eddie kissed his knee. "Would you do me the honor of taking my last name?"

Steve thought back to the night they first met, when he was certain he'd never have Eddie's attention for more than a night, if only for an hour. And now he was prostrated before him, offering his bite. Unable to help himself, Steve fell to his feet, wrapping his arms around his intended.

"Yes! Now. Give it to me now", Steve pleaded, leaning his head to the side to expose his neck.

Eddie hummed into his skin, kissing Steve's neck and even pressing his lips to that special spot in a tease before pulling back. Steve's pout was almost enough to make him do it right now. But he couldn't. He wouldn't.

"You deserve a proper courtship, baby. And a proper mating." They may have skipped a few steps, but Eddie was determined to show his beloved how much he meant to him. "If you thought you were spoiled before..."

Steve kissed him and then kissed him again. He couldn't wait and wanted it now. But also the thought of being courted, like an old fashioned courting from back in the day. He also couldn't wait for that. And Eddie wasted no time.

The very next day, Eddie went in full force. Steve was met with courting gifts, Eddie got the approval of Robin, and even the rest of his home pack when they barged in on the video call with Robin.

"I'll withhold my full approval until we can meet in person, Mr. Munson. But for now, you have my permission to court him", Robin said.

When Robin was finally able to come down and meet him, Steve was excited to introduce her. What ended up happening was that he had two menaces on his hands. But that just meant that Robin saw him as an equal and thus perfect for her Steve. And so, two months after announcing his intention, Eddie took Steve on a nice night out. After shopping for an eye catching outfit, they went to a show, dinner, and then when they returned home, Eddie took them right to their bedroom.

By now, their den and nest had become one and Steve knew that he'd never have to take it apart unless an item needed to be washed or re-scented. Tonight, as Eddie lay him down Steve reveled in the scents there. More than one item was fresh. The boys must've scented their clothes while they were on their date.

"I can't believe we waited so long for this", Eddie said while kissing at his belly. "Wanted this since I first laid eyes on you."

"That long?", Steve breathed out, squirming a little as he felt that sinful tongue on his hips.

"Mmm", Eddie hummed against Steve's mound, taking his time, loving that they had time. "That long. I've wanted you to be my mate, bonded and pupped up that whole time."

Steve released a small moan as Eddie spread him and then blew on his cunt, watching it twitch with anticipation. Eddie didn't tease for long, wanting to build up before he sunk his teeth into Steve's neck. Only when Steve was putty in his hands, filled to the brim with his knot, crying out his name, did he finally take the plunge.

When they were catching their breaths, still tied up, and Eddie licking at the new bite, Steve tried to speak between his panting.

"Me...me too..."

"Hm?"

"I've wanted this, since the first night too", Steve finished. "Wanted you forever." He rocked against Eddie. "Wanted you and your pups. The others too now."

Eddie reached down to rub at Steve's clit, making his eyes roll at the sensation. If that's what his baby wanted, his baby would get it. There was enough seed to go around to keep Steve pupped up year round if he desired.

"All you gotta do is ask, sweetness. Fuck", Eddie bucked up into him, making Steve yelp. The thought of him, round with any of their pups was almost too much. For both of them.

It only took a few talks with the whole pack for Steve to stop taking his birth control. Steve was so excited to announce it that he hopped on the first dick that he saw, which was Gareth's. Eddie found them like that in the kitchen, Steve bent over a counter and he took his own turn when he found out what the celebration was for.

Three months later, Steve felt a series of symptoms that had him going to the doctor. And by the next visit it was confirmed: twins. While the doctor was giving him more information, Steve's thoughts were wrapped up in the hope that it was not just Eddie's, but Jeff's too. His body warmed at the memory of having taken both alpha's cocks.

Pictures began to surface of him and his new belly, tracking his progress and of course, speculating on which member of the band was the sire of his new pups. But as the gossip and rumors spread, they made sure it was clear they were reporting on Steve Munson.

End

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[softspace-fics]

Hiii so I just went through kinda a mental health crisis today (VERY long story short I'm at my grandma's house cuz I swallowed sum I wasn't supposed to but I'm okay now my throat just feels icky) you absolutely 100% do not (REPEAT DO NOT) need to do this request at all you can ignore it cuz ik it's uncomfortable what im about to ask (im sorry in advance if you are uncomfy I get it)

Could you possibly write a little while they're big try to hurt themselves and can't get into littlespace and to embarrassed about feeling like hurting themselves to talk about it with someone I honestly don't care with who but I've been on a Wade and Bucky kick recently

Like I said you can ignore this your writing just so comforting and amazing and I want to feel more of that thank you for listening

I hope you have an amazing day, and if you're not, I hope it gets better

You mean to much.

A/N - I genuinely took awhile to make this because I wanted to be as inclusive as possible, but I think I related this to myself a little too close. I hope you all enjoy, and understand that if you ever need someone I'm here. Your never alone in your fight. If you ever need someone please contact your suicide hotline. You don't need to fight alone. To anon I hope your feeling better and this story helps you in the way you need, I'm sorry you went through what you did.

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Depressive episode, thoughts of self harm, negative thoughts, overwhelmed reader, reader thinks about leaving bucky, tears, bucky cries for a min, reader breakdown, please let me know if I missed any!

Please read with caution.

Bucky Barnes x GN!little reader

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Today sucked. The entire day even before you woke was a nightmare. You had woken up at 5am from a grueling nightmare that made you not want to even attempt to go back to sleep. Getting up, you even attempted to make your own food before that enviably failed too. You got dressed into outerwear but decided after the third attempt of trying to get your shoes on, that it was just not worth trying to try your luck outside.

So you didn’t. You attempted to do some of your hobbies, but even those weren’t appealing to you at the moment and seeing that you caregiver was out, you decided to take a bath. You hoped that the ability to chill in the tub and maybe watch a show would help get your brain to decide to actually function.

What a bad idea that was though. You ended up just staring at yourself in the mirror for a unknown amount of time, nitpicking every mark, scratch, unbalanced feature, and anything else your brain could make you decide to hate.

You viewed how your body was different than those around you, how it could be seen as so very wrong for you to be with Bucky. How did you even end up with a super soldier like him? Did you put a spell on him? Was he playing your feelings?

Maybe if you changed yourself he’d be better off? There’s no way he misses the looks you two get when you go in public. Who knows how the avengers feel about you? Bucky could get anyone he ever wanted and he settled on you.

The thoughts began to cloud your mind, and the urges to mutate your own body starts to completely black out any rational thoughts your brain was trying to give you. However, no matter how bad these thoughts were trying to get you, you couldn’t break the promises that you and Bucky had made previously.

This wasn’t the first time you had one of these bad days, where everything was trying to push you over the edge. The last time you had one of these days though you gave into the urges, and this meant that Bucky found out. He saw the long sleeves on a 100+ day and something told him to check in on you.

When he did, he found out about your scars, and your fresh wounds. This was early on in your relationship and you were worried you were about to scare him off, that’s as until he pulled you into his arms and a few stray tears rolled down his face as he reassured you that you were the most beautiful human being in the multiverse.

He begged you to tell him if these days ever happened where the world had everything against you. He begged for you to throw away the things that you would harm yourself with, and in which you did, you threw out the things your brain would make you use, and you told him you’d try to tell him if these days happened.

You wanted to, you really did, but you couldn’t fathom bothering him on a day where he had numerous meetings and a day that he was going to spend hanging out with his best friend. Why in the world would you pile more problems onto his plate?

You eventually pulled yourself from the mirror, walking over to the couch and curling into the corner of it. You pulled a blanket off the back of the couch, tears streaming down your face, and tried to just sleep off the icky feelings.

As you laid there, crying quietly, your regression decided to say hello. The baby’s brain didn’t understand why it felt the way it did. It wasn’t sure why it felt as if their dada shouldn't love them anymore, why was he going to be better off without them? Was he truly going to be?

You woke up a few hours later, to the shuffling of you onto something new, as if something- someone, was picking you up. The scent gave away the person almost immediately, and you almost completely subconsciously grabbed onto him.

“Dada?” You mumbled quietly, your eyes opening to your worried caregivers face.

“Baby? Why were you crying?” You feel Bucky softly attempt to wipe off the dried tears, bouncing you softly, concern lacing every fiber of his being.

You look away solemnly, your mind beginning to remind you how you weren’t good enough for him. the clouded judgment of others remaining in your own little mind.

In hopes he’d drop the topic, you shook your head and hid your face in his neck, clinging to him even more. This only heightened his worry as he held you tighter, closer, and even more protectively.

“Baby please, your worrying me.” He mumbles softly into your hair, kissing it before resting his forehead against the top of your head.

He had a feeling it was a bad day for you, and he was so worried you hadn’t been able to feel like calling him to help, what if you had done something? What if he couldn’t have stopped you? What’s if he let you down just like everyone else?

The sounds of your tears came through the broken explanation of the day you had and you did your best to tell him that you’d be okay if he left you. All that he did when he heard you say that was hold onto you tighter and closer. He just mumbled gentle no’s and a silent sigh of relief when you said you couldn’t do it because you didn’t want to break your promises.

Bucky slowly walked over to your nursery, sitting down in the rocking chair that he had made so that you and him could comfortably sit and he could care for you. He softly pulled you from your hiding spot in his neck, where his neck and shirt were soaked with tears.

“Never, ever believe that I’d need anyone but you. I don't care what people think or say, you saved me and that means that when theses days happen id do anything to save you too. It’s perfectly okay to have these thoughts, and its okay to ask for help. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, that’s why I’m here yeah? Never do you have to go through these big emotions alone anymore okay? That’s why I’m here. I promise not one thing you say will ever change my mind, or change how I feel about being your dada. You're too perfect for me. Your not alone.”

He firmly and calmly talks you, just above a whisper, as if he was worried the walls would hear how much his hearted ached for you, and use it against him. You meant the world to Bucky, and his heart broke knowing that you felt this way.

The only thing you could muster through the walls of regression, and the emotional overboard was a nod before dragging him back into you and your face going back right where it was.

Bucky didn’t let you go for about 3 days, he didn’t leave the house, even though he was supposed to be going somewhere for work, he called and told them he wouldn’t be there. He spent days making sure that you were safe and sound, and knew how much he truely loved you. He helped in whatever way he could to make you realize how much you meant to him.

[headcanons-n-shit]

Hello

Your newest post reminded me i had an idea. The bois comforting wol who is having a nervous brakedown from all the stress. Bonus Ardbert.

I really like your stories. Especially the angsty ones.

(TAZ The Breakdown plays in the background)

(Mild shadowbringers spoilers)

Thancred literally (accidentally but still) disassociated so hard from the stress that he gave up his body to the bad guy for a bit. If anyone gets what youre going through, its probably going to be him. Hes not going to waste his time on empty platitudes: hes going to get you a glass of water, a warm blanket, and a hot meal, and let you cry it out on his shoulder for as long as you need to.

(And if that still doesnt help, well. Sex is still on the table. Its rarely a good idea, but hes all out of those.)

Urianger is probably breaking down with you lets be real. Every future my mans has ever read has included world-ending catastrophe, and, sure, youve thwarted it every time (usually with his help) but. What if this time you dont? What if this time you fail???? Its an unreasonable amount of stress for one man to be carrying. He probably does a fantastic amount of fantasy weed to cope and still all it takes is seeing you break down for him to also start blubber-crying.

Graha seems kind of detached and distant at first. "Shower water food" he commands you, in the voice of Lynas grandfather the Crystal Exarch, firm and uncompromising and impossible to disobey, and you might miss the way his voice and smile are strained. The way his hands clench and unclench at his sides. Hes never regretted turning back time to help you save two worlds, but. Its times like this that he wonders if he shouldnt try again to give you a happier ending.

Estinien is a firm hand on your shoulder, a steady shoulder to lean on, because he gets it. The feeling of being trapped in your own body, puppetted by powers so much greater than you can imagine, almost greater than you can comprehend... Youre breaking down for the both of you, honestly, because hes spent so long training the iron discipline to resist nidhoggs influence that he doesnt know how to anymore. This is. Cathartic. For the both of you tbh.

Aymeric wishes in this moment, more than anything, that he could just. Just be with you. Out on your journeys, giving you support by your side instead of from a distance. And he knows, he knows, that the support he gives you is important, that his ability to move nations in your favor has helped far more than any single sword at your side ever would. But he bears the weight of a nation while you bear the weight of a star, and that just. Doesnt seem fair to him.

Haurchefant knows that theres some things that hot chocolate cant fix but. Its a good starting place if nothing else. Something warm and sweet right now couldnt hurt, neither would a soft blanket and a roaring fire. He'll sit with you, bundled up together, and just listen if thats what you need. Or he can talk-- he has plenty of embarrassing stories about Artoirel that he hasnt shared yet. Either way, he'll happily help you wipe your tears away when youre done, and then drop a delicate kiss on your forehead.

Stand tall, he says. A smile better suits a hero.

Sidurgu is surprisingly good at this. Or, maybe not so surprising? Rielle is very mature for her age, but shes still a child. He probably does this whole song and dance every other week. And you feel a little bit like a child, the way he bullies you into the shower and then bundles you up in blankets and pushes food at you, but. Beneath the gruff words and scowl you can tell hes worried. Frustrated. This is exactly the kind of injustice that as a dark knight he swore he would fight, but hes just one man, there isnt much he can do about the desolation of the star. But he also needs you to know that he'll always be in your corner. Whether in this little way or if you need him to help you kill a god, he'll always come when you call.

BONUS

Ardbert has never felt so helpless in his life. He cant touch you, cant be a shoulder you can cry on. He cant even fetch you a glass of water. All he can do is stand there and watch as you break apart in your bed in the Pendants, and its. Its torture, worse than anything any ascian could ever conceive.

Still. He does what he can. And if all he can do is sit at your bedside, his hand hovering half-through yours in a mockery of touch while he tells you stories of his adventures, or friendship and triumph and happier times, well. Its the least he can do.

[maislovebot]

you would feel comfortable writing a Sigma×reader, but where are they for having their first time together? and that the reader is a little insecure with her body.

There’s something about you..

Title is from something about you by eyedress

Thank you so much for requesting this, anon:D I hope it lives up to your expectations! I seriously appreciate you, as this is my first real ask I’ve ever gotten:3

Contains: afab reader, no pronouns, first time, virgin Sigma, non-virgin reader, reader has some experience but it isn’t much, thigh riding, brief oral (Sigma receiving), oral (reader receiving), praise kink, protected sex, Sigma calls reader beautiful + pretty + gorgeous, a small amount of lube is used, I feel like Sigma’s the type to get pussydrunk super easy, switching, premature ejaculation, hair pulling, Sigma is a thigh guy because I said so, because it wasn’t specified what reader is insecure about I just made them nervous to take off their shirt, bra, & underwear (apologies!),

You really, truly did love Sigma. He was a great lover. He was understanding, patient, never raised his voice with you, and he was a very loving person. He gave you endless amounts of affection and compliments, he even bought you gifts with his ridiculously large salary, and you two had only been together for a couple of months!

Considering all he did for you, you two probably would’ve had sex by now if it weren’t for you and Sigma being so nervous, and though Sigma wasn’t pressing for it, you could tell he was growing more and more needy. Whenever you two fell asleep holding each other, his hand began to trail just a little too close to your pantyline for it to be considered innocent. Although it never went past that, you couldn’t help but feel your body heat up.

It wasn’t like you had no experience, but you couldn’t help self deprecating thoughts from filling your mind anytime Sigma tried to initiate anything. You would think “what if he sees me naked and finds me unattractive?” or “what if he thinks I’m bad in bed?”, along with many other miscellaneous things that would taint your mind, making you tear up while he held you as you two went to sleep.

Sigma was nervous as well, but for many different reasons. He lacked pretty much any sexual experience; and even if he was dying to feel you, he couldn’t help but fear for the worst. Oh the things he’d do if he could just touch you without freezing up and fearing for what he may do wrong. He has had so many fantasies about you it’s honestly embarrassing, but he’s just too worried to fulfill them. He’s dreamt about kissing you breathless while he’s barely hovering over your face, thrusting into you shamelessly. He’s fantasized about hearing the kinds of sounds you’d make, and what would make you tick. He just so badly wants to rip your clothes off of you, but he doesn’t. He’s too scared.

That was until now, now that you’ve taken the initiative. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure how you two got there. You two were talking in bed casually, then you started trailing up his body, gently tugging at the rim of his shirt. You snuck your hand under Sigma’s shirt delicately, paying attention to any signs of him being uncomfortable and finding none. Then just to be safe, you asked, “is this okay?” And the only response you got was Sigma nodding his head fervently. You giggled a little at how eager he was, and it made him melt in your arms. He sat there as you trailed along the inside of his shirt, tracing over his stomach and leaving kisses to his back before you grazed over his nipple and he jumped from how sensitive he was. You had never explicitly asked, but you had a pretty good idea that Sigma was a virgin and that his only experience was with himself and his hands. His beautiful, elegant hands that he kept so nicely they looked ethereal. His pretty, long fingers that you just knew could reach places you couldn’t..

You subconsciously trailed your hand down to his, holding his hand tightly. He smiled at the innocent gesture and turned himself to face you, and he kissed you. This was what you were more used to. You and Sigma have had some intense makeout sessions, and in all honesty, with how much you guys had felt each other up, you were shocked you guys hadn’t gone any further. Sigma trailed his hands up your waist and gently cupped your chest before reaching your face and holding you in place. Your legs tangled with his and he couldn't help but press his knee onto your cunt, adoring the way you shivered and looked right into his eyes. That’s when Sigma got a bright idea. He gripped your waist and laid down on his back against the headboard, resting you atop his thigh. You were in fluffy shorts and he was wearing pajama pants, so he quickly removed his so you could receive more friction.

Once you were laid atop his thigh yet again, Sigma looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Sigma asked.

“I think..”

You were just glad you haven’t removed any of your clothes yet.

Sigma gripped your thighs and motioned for you to start grinding against his thigh. It took a few short moments to get into it, but you could quickly feel a spark coming from your cunt.

“Ah..” you gripped Sigma’s shoulders, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to help you keep your balance. As you ground yourself against his thigh, your knee came into contact with his crotch and he whined. His cute little noises were enough to drive you crazy right away, and you bent over just enough to kiss Sigma’s cheek, trailing down to his lips and neck. His grip on your hips tightened, and he began to guide your hips himself. You were still putting in some effort, but Sigma was doing most of the work at this point, dragging your cunt across his thigh.

Sigma began to push your hips down to force more friction onto your clit and you cried out, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He kept dragging you back and forth, and you could feel that warm feeling bubbling up in your chest.

“Hnng..Sigma, I’m close—”

Sigma groaned from the slight friction you were supplying him with, lifting your chin to desperately kiss you. You kept dragging yourself on his thigh, helping you gain a slow and steady release. You were teetering close to the edge when Sigma flexed his leg, getting even more stimulation straight to your clit. You let out a loud moan right into Sigma’s mouth before cumming, and when you looked up you saw Sigma staring at your face in awe. He could feel your slick soaking through his pants, and it drove him crazy. You separated your lips from his, panting and smiling.

“Was it any good?” Sigma questioned.

You chuckled, leaning into his shoulder.

“Yes, it was lovely.”

Sigma looked down to where your cunt and his thigh met, smiling at the sticky hot mess you had left all over his thigh. When you lifted yourself up off of him with shaky thighs, he stared at the wet patch on his leg. He couldn’t see it all too well, but he could faintly see the shine from the lamp on your bedside table. Sigma brought his hand down and took a small amount on his fingers, licking it up.

God, you tasted amazing. He so badly wanted to dive himself between your thighs and never leave, but he was caught off when you began sliding yourself down his frame, your eyes half lidded and looking right into his. You looked at his cock, which was honestly, very pretty just like the rest of him. You took your middle and ring finger and slid his beads of precum down the rest of his cock, and he loved the way your hands delicately jerked him off.

Once his precum was spread around a fair amount, you kissed the head of Sigma’s dick, before licking along it to get some of your saliva to coat it as well. You wanted this to be a nice, comfortable experience, after all. He whined and almost immediately bucked his hips up and you giggled at how sensitive he was.

It’s not like he hasn’t jerked off before (in fact he’d say he’s gotten himself off to thoughts of you so many times it’s embarrassing), but something about your hands being the one coaxing him was making him see stars already, and you’ve barely even touched him. You treated him so good, and the delicate touches you were so generously giving him were real proof of that.

You kept gently sucking on Sigma’s tip, adoring his whiny and pathetic cries when you licked a stripe along the underside of his length.

As Sigma laid against the headboard while you sat by his lower half, his breathing got consistently more heavy and he closed his eyes tight. He could feel your hands gently tracing along what you weren’t taking in. You kept tracing along his tip, before you finally removed yourself and kissed it one last time. Sigma whined when you moved yourself from him, shaking his head and looking slightly disoriented.

“What..? Why’d you stop?..” he questioned.

“I don’t know how much of a refractory period you have..don’t wanna risk you cumming then needing to take a break, now do we?”

Sigma looked down at his chest, visibly embarrassed. His red face is a total indicator.

“Oh come on, it's normal. Once we’ve done this more I’m willing to bet we won’t have to worry about it as much.”

Sigma nodded, looking down at you as you slowly trailed kisses up his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair once your face met his again, and as you leaned in to kiss him again, Sigma reached his hands down to unbutton your shirt. You froze, pulling away from Sigma and looking down at the floor next to you. Sigma gently grabbed your arms and tilted his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just.. nervous.”

“About?”

You quickly looked at Sigma, before looking away and repeating.

“Y’know..me. My body”

Sigma looked taken aback for a moment before wrapping his arms around yours.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know,” Sigma trailed off, “why don’t I help you out?”

You looked at him confused, before he lifted his arms again, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

“If you want to stop at any point, tell me. But I’m going to help you with your self image.”

You could melt. He was so sweet, you didn’t even think about how he was taking off your shirt till it slid off your shoulders and your bra was all that was left. You subconsciously covered yourself, and Sigma gently grabbed your wrists, lowering them.

“You look beautiful, please don’t hide yourself.”

You bit your lip before loosening your tensing muscles and letting him slowly bring your arms down. Sigma reached his hands behind your back to attempt to undo your bra, and you giggled at how he struggled and furrowed his brow.

“Why’re the clips so small..” Sigma grumbled, and you reached behind your own back to undo them.

“Practice makes perfect. Looks like we’re gonna have to do this more often.” Sigma giggled at your comment as you got your bra undone, and it quickly fell down your shoulders. You wanted to close your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look Sigma in the eyes, but before you got the opportunity your eyes widened when he reached his head forward to lick and suck on your nipple, bringing his hands to your back to hold you in place. You let out a loud moan at the sudden contact, arching your back into his touch.

“Sigma..” he gently nipped at your nipple, pulling on it and you yelped.

“Ah!..” Your cry quickly turned into a drawn out whine as Sigma reached his dominant hand down, pulling your panties to the side and searching for your clit for a few moments before you let out a quiet squeak, and he assumed he found it. He rubbed small, tight circles on it, surprised at how sensitive you really were.

Sigma played with your clit for a few moments, getting his fingers wet enough to sneak two past your entrance. You whined again, quickly being reminded of Sigma’s mouth being on your chest by the way he nibbled on your nipple yet again.

“Curl them..”

Sigma hummed, mildly confused.

“Your fingers..curl them up.”

“Like this?” Sigma questioned, momentarily separating himself from you, and he looked shocked at how your thighs almost immediately began to tense up and you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Mhm!” You mumbled out, gripping Sigma’s arms tightly.

Sigma was taken aback by how reactive you were, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He curled and scissored his fingers, trying out different movements to see what you liked best. He was still stimulating your clit with his thumb, and he loved the way your legs clamped around his hand whenever he hit a particularly sensitive area. He found the soft sensation your walls supplied him with breathtaking, and he couldn’t help but fantasize about what your cunt would feel like around him. So greedy, almost as if you’re sucking him in.

“You’re so gorgeous, I can’t get enough of you.” Sigma said, looking at his hand, jaw agape at the way his knuckles would disappear inside your cunt. You whined, throwing your head back every so often then burying your face in his neck again.

“I love you,” You said breathlessly, “make me cum, Sigma. I’m almost there.” Sigma turned red at your words, looking at your pretty eyes, doing as you said. He kept the same pace, although he did begin to rub more tight, fast circles to your clit again. Your thighs began to shake and tremble around his wrist, making it easier for him to move it around. He bent his wrist a little more, supplying a new angle to your clit, and it was enough to get you to come all over his hand. You dripped all over his hand, small amounts of it seeping its way onto his leg and onto the sheets. Sigma sat with his jaw hitting the floor, the way you spasmed drove him crazy, and he took no time reaching over into your nightstand and digging for a condom.

“Wha..? How’d you know I have those?” You questioned, still a little lightheaded from your eccentric orgasm. Sigma saw the way your eyes closed and reopened, and the way you gently fell in his chest every now and again and giggled.

“I was cleaning and saw them.”

“Bet you turned all red.”

Sigma chuckled and checked the side for the expiration date, and saw it still had a good year on it. He quickly undid the small plastic casing, and you quickly began pumping his cock again, reaching into the drawer and getting out a container of lube and lathering a small amount on your fingers to simultaneously prep yourself a little. Sigma looked astonished at the sight. You pumping his cock and fingering yourself at the same time was a sight to behold, and he couldn’t help but hurry and put the condom on. He sat hesitatingly, unsure of what position to get into.

“Here, because it’s your first time you can sit back.”

“But I don’t wanna make you do the work..” he said.

“Don’t worry,” you pushed his shoulders back, pressing him against the headboard. “I like it.”

Sigma nodded and settled back against the headboard again, before you froze. You were mere inches from him, but you just couldn’t take the final step. You could hear your head filling to the brim with negative thoughts, and you teared up a little. You quickly lifted your hand to wipe them away, but Sigma beat you to it. He lifted his hand and wiped a tear off of your eye, looking into your eyes tenderly.

“We can slow down if you want.”

You shook your head.

“No—I really do want to, I’m just scared of what you’ll think.”

“Maybe you need a push then,” Sigma grabbed your hips, watching as you slowly sank down onto him. He let out loud, overstimulated gasps when you clenched around him. He kissed you breathless and stared right at you.

“You know you’re gorgeous, right?” Sigma breathed heavily as he said it.

“I don’t even know how you were nervous to take off your clothes..I mean look at you..”

His words left a mark on you, and you couldn’t help but tear up again. Sigma noticed this and kissed your jaw, before reaching his hand up to wipe your tears away with his thumb.

“Come on, don’t c-cry—” Sigma was cut off when you clenched around him.

“hnng so t-tight..God, you look amazing.”

You giggled at his words, appreciating his affirmations and gentle hands cleaning you up. His constant praise was making you feel all warm inside, and you could feel your insecure worries slowly fading away. You couldn’t help it when Sigma was this sweet to you.

You began to slowly bounce up and down, letting Sigma get used to the sensation. He let out loud gasps and gripped your hips loosely, allowing you to control most of the movements, but still grounding him. He felt embarrassed at how vocal he was being, but he couldn’t help it. Your pussy felt so much better than his hand, so much warmer. So much tighter.

“Ahh, you feel so good..” Sigma kept rambling on, and you giggled and sped up your movements. He winced when you sped up, your walls clenching around him. Sigma’s arms rested on your hips, and yours were on his shoulders. He leaned forward to kiss you again, before trailing down to suck on your nipple again. You closed your eyes tight, speeding up your movements drastically, almost frantic. Sigma couldn’t handle the fast pace, and he embarrassingly whined and detached himself from you, whispering in your ear.

“I’m close..” he stretched out his sentence, losing his composure with a whine. You thought the fact he was close so soon was cute, and you smiled from his lap.

“Go ahead and come..as much as you n-need..!” You stuttered when he hit a specific spot inside of you.

“Sigma, right there!” Sigma nodded and started aiming his hips to hit that spot every time, astonished by the way you gripped his shoulders tighter than before. You could tell Sigma was struggling to keep his pace and talk to you, but damn was it hot. He kept giving you other miscellaneous compliments throughout, before cumming with a cry.

“F-fuck..” you said, you were throbbing, and so, so close, but you knew Sigma couldn’t keep going, especially with the condom on. You lifted yourself off of him, and took off the condom, and with his dick being hypersensitive, he twitched a little. He breathed heavily for a few moments, before reaching over and getting another condom out and wordlessly stretching it out onto him.

Once it was on him, he gripped your shoulders and pushed you back onto the bed.

“Huh? Sigma, you can’t keep going like this.. you’re too sensitive.”

“Yes I can. Did you really think I was just gonna leave you like that?” Sigma breathed heavily from above you, trailing his hands along the sheets until he grabbed your hands on either side of your head. Sigma teased his tip at your entrance for a few seconds before pushing himself inside, and you moaned when he started thrusting right into the spot you told him to hit earlier. He could hit it so much deeper in this position, especially because he gripped one of your thighs and laid it atop his shoulder. His thrusts were so much deeper; and even if he was overly sensitive he couldn’t stop. The feeling was so addictive, and the way his dick twitched from overstimulation only added to your pleasure.

He couldn’t stop. Not until you came at least one more time. His thrusts were growing desperate, and with the way you were teetering over the edge by the time Sigma came, it took you a remarkably short amount of time to get there.

“I’m close!” You cried, and Sigma sped up his movements, bringing a hand to your clit again. He searched for a few moments before rubbing small circles on it, and he applied just a little more pressure to your clit and it was enough to make you cum and bring your free hand up to his hair and grab it to ground yourself. Sigma whined one last time before cumming with you, moaning loudly as you pulled at his hair.

Sigma slowed down, riding out your and his high. Once the pleasure had subsided and it was now a faint buzz in the deepest depths of your bodies, he fell atop your chest.

“I’m sorry! I did it by accident..”

“Hm?” Sigma mumbled, resting on your chest. What did you do? Sigma didn’t even know what you were apologizing for.

“Pulling your hair..”

Sigma shook his head, kissing your temple.

“Oh don’t worry..it felt good.”

You felt your face heat up, and you turned your head over to kiss your cheek.

Sigma pulled back and looked at your dripping cunt, giggling a little. Sigma quickly removed the condom, tying it and throwing it in the trash.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” Sigma paused, taking in your features, “can I clean it up?” Sigma said. You looked at him, surprised he was still willing to keep going, considering how tired he was. Nonetheless, you nodded, kissing his temple, guiding his head down your chest and to your awaiting pussy. Sigma was hesitant, but he eyed your clit and left a short, experimental lick. Considering how overstimulated you were, you whined almost immediately. Your thighs wrapped around Sigma’s head, and he gasped at how you held him in place. He kept licking stripes up your clit, before you gently pushed his face closer to your pussy.

“Suck on it..”

Sigma was confused for a few moments before getting your plea, and he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked on it and God. It felt so good. You whimpered at the feeling, and Sigma loved the way your body trembled and you gripped the bed sheets, before Sigma gripped the wrist of your dominant hand and laid it atop his head, implying you pull on his hair instead. Sigma was clearly more into hair pulling than you would’ve anticipated. It felt especially nice for him because of how long and silky his hair is. He loved the way you gripped at his roots and whined. Sigma wasn’t expecting to make you so responsive, and he worried that you were just putting on a show for him, but those worries quickly washed away as you scratched his scalp and ran your fingers through his hair the best you could with your shaky hands.

“You’re so good at this..” you praised, propping yourself on your elbows to get a better look at Sigma’s face. He looked concentrated, and very determined. Similar to how he looked during work hours. Sigma began licking at your clit again, before diving his tongue down to your hole and teasing your entrance before diving in. You trembled when he did and fell back onto the bed, your back arching pathetically. Sigma thought it was a wonderful look on you. His hands gripped at the bedsheets before experimentally grabbing your thighs, the touch was so gentle it tickled a little. After seeing no protests from you, he tightened his grip around your thighs. It was a firm grip, similar to how when you two first got into a relationship and he would hold you tightly at night almost as if you’d disappear at any moment.

Sigma always feared that you’d disappear at any given moment. He was terrified of it, in fact. It ended up making him hold your hand so tightly that you couldn’t pull away, even if you two were simply walking through the casino. When you two slept at night, Sigma held you tight in a similar fashion to now, testing the waters to see what you were comfortable with. Once he realized you didn’t mind being held right, he abused that fact. He would hold you against his chest so tight you wouldn’t be able to leave unless you tapped him on the shoulder and woke him up. When you two first got into a relationship it was so bad he’d follow you into the kitchen in the middle of the night when you were getting a glass of water, although now he’s gotten more comfortable. You thought it was adorable, even if you felt empathy towards why he felt the need to hold you close.

Once you two started to get more established, you would hold him instead, and he loved it. He loved how cherished it made him feel. At first it was more of a mutual hold, but now he’s able to let you just hold him. He adores how loved it makes him feel. It never fails to help him fall asleep at night.

Just like those moments, Sigma was holding you tight as he ate you out. Almost as if you’d disappear at any moment. His firm grip was making your thighs twitch, the feeling making you throb around his tongue. He reached his tongue as far as it could go, and even if he was inexperienced, his enthusiasm was definitely making up for it.

“C-close..” you whined, closing your thighs in on his head even tighter.

With the warning, Sigma moved his tongue back to your clit, sucking and circling his tongue around it. You pulled him impossibly closer to your dripping cunt, bucking your hips into his mouth. You finally came, cumming all over his face with some dripping onto the bed. Sigma’s eyes widened, licking his lips, loving your addicting taste. Before he pulled away from your cunt, he experimentally wrapped his teeth around your clit, very gently tugging, making sure to barely apply any pressure. He could tell just how sensitive it was. You cried out at his actions, overstimulation making your worn out body twitch. You hunched yourself up on your shoulders and dragged yourself further up the bed, and Sigma dove back down and you almost protested, but to your surprise he licked and sucked on your thighs, leaving multiple small red marks. They weren’t very prominent marks, but Sigma loved the way they decorated your skin. He made sure to apply more pressure and leave a couple purple marks that he knew would last longer. It was a nice way to end the night, and you leaned up against the headboard and Sigma followed your lead, leaning over you and kissing you as he gently grabbed the sides of your face.

Once Sigma pulled away from your face, he looked into your eyes and smiled for a few moments, before littering your face with kisses.

“You’re so pretty..” Sigma said, kissing down your jawline, and along many different parts of your body.

“Look at your pretty face,” He left a kiss on your cheek.

“And this pretty chest,” Sigma trailed down your body, kissing along your chest.

“This pretty, pretty tummy,” Sigma said while kissing your stomach.

Sigma continued to trail down your body, reaching your legs and knees, before moving back up and leaving a kiss right on your hips and trailing back down to your pussy.

“You’re so pretty.” Sigma said as he moved himself back up to kiss your lips one last time.

You got up and got a wet rag to clean Sigma up, before you wiped up your own body as well, until you met your thighs, where Sigma grabbed the rag himself.

“Could I clean your thighs?”

You nodded, kissing the tip of his head as he leaned down to wipe down your thighs. For a few moments he wiped the rag between your folds to clean up your remaining cum, and you trembled, and Sigma giggled as he quickly pulled the rag away.

“Sorry,” Sigma brought himself up and met your face as a form of apology.

You just nodded, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“It’s alright,” you kissed his temple one last time, “I guess I didn’t have to worry about your refractory period.” The tips of Sigma’s ears were a light shade of red as he turned away from you, looking at the ceiling instead of your face. You noticed this and decided to tease him a bit more, your face turning smug.

“I mean, you just kept going at it!”

“Don’t say that, it’s embarrassing..”

You and Sigma looked at each other, kissing one last time, his hand gently grabbing yours as you two laid side by side and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Wc - 4.7k

I’ll still be accepting requests but I may not be able to get to write them for about a week because of school..but anyways I hope you enjoyed this, anon! Just know you’re beautiful and that these silly insecurities make no sense! You’re lovely! Sigma sure seems to think so..

[nebbyy]

Omg I’m so excited you’ve decided to start requests!!!

I was wondering if you vibe with the idea of an Aang X f!reader. Where Aang kind of explores his anger? Maybe a little jealousy and rage but still a nice guy. Very much like Percy Jackson being a powerful rage guy but when relaxed he’s like a skater boy with no stress?

Aang x reader - That voice in his head

A/N: thank you so much for the support! I honestly didn't expect for one of the first requests I was gonna receive was gonna be of a fic for any character from AtLA, but I'm not surprised at all because I haven't interacted with this fandom in a long time!! I absolutely LOVE your idea and it was so fun writing it! 

Also really important, the pic I choose for this fic is from pinterest, I have no idea where it comes from, who made it, whether is a photoshop or a cosplayer,.... if you've got any information about who to crediti for the pic lemme know so that I can give credit to whoever made it!

Summary: you and Aang have been together for some time now, and all seems to be absolutely perfect. All, except for that little voice in the back of Aang’s head, one that made him think- overthink actually, and that made him act...

Warning: actions made out of jealousy, Aang acts in a way that might be considered as self destructive but it's nothing worrying don't worry. also the amount of fluff in this one might be considered to be a warning itself lmao

Word count: 2001

The day had started in the best of ways. Having all been so tired the night before, no one even noticed that you and Aang were snuggled up next to each other in front of the small bonfire, wrapped in the warmth of Appa's fur. And so the two of you were able to enjoy some well-deserved rest, in each other's arms.

Waking up had also been sweet as honey, as you had woken up first and had had all the time in the world to prepare a meagre breakfast to share with each other, before your friends and companions woke up as well. And even when they had joined you to eat a little something too, the feeling that reigned in the air was one of pure peace.

Or at least, it was until Sokka approached you, one hand on his hip and the other wielding a spear. "Hey Y/N, do you want to come with me to go fishing for something?" You smiled enthusiastically at your friend, not wasting a moment to follow him towards the body of water that lay not far from your temporary camp. You did not realise that you had left behind you a rather dumbfounded Aang, who watched you with slightly wide eyes as you walked away with your friend.

Aang… didn't understand what he was feeling. He didn't understand that strange twisting of his stomach, as if something was twisting him from the inside. He didn't understand his throat suddenly becoming dry, and his breath becoming heavy coming out of his lungs. He could not put a name to what was happening to him, yet he could put a face to it,….

Sokka.

It had all started a few weeks earlier, when after the umpteenth time he had been forced to call his friend's attention to himself, distracted by gazing into the distance, Sokka abruptly grabbed his friend Aang by the shoulder, forcing him to look him straight in the eye as he spoke to him: "If you don't take the first step with Y/N, I will." An innocent provocation, mainly aimed at spurring his friend to stop wasting time fantasising about the girl and get a move on declaring himself, although Sokka couldn't deny that if it weren't out of respect for his friend's crush, he would have already thrown his shot with you. Aang's face turned red, partly from embarrassment and partly from the growing jealousy within him. "H-hey isn't that cool, Sokka!!! I've liked her the longest, you can't just come and steal her from me like thi-" "Then you better hurry up, genius." And with that mischievous smile of his, which at such times makes you wquasi want to slap him, he turned away from Aang, heading to Katara.

It was not long after that little dialogue that Aang found the courage to declare his feelings, and he later thought he owed some of his luck to those very words Sokka said to him that day. Yet in that moment, as you saw him approach you, he brushed against your back to direct you into the right position to fish more effectively. At that moment he wondered if those words Sokka had said to him were really just a joke to tease him, if there was no ulterior motive, that of warning him that one way or another, he would try to make his move on you.

Aang's hands were clenched into such tight fists that his fingers were already leaving small cuts on his palms, but the strong emotions he was feeling at that moment prevented him from feeling anything other than the frantic throbbing of his head. With his head still clouded by this inexplicable rage, Aang turned away from the scene, marching towards a sort of circle formed by various rocks and trees.

Once he arrived in front of the first boulder, he did not even have time to take a breath to prepare himself for the earthbending, when already his right fist had moved as if by instinct, planting itself on the hard surface of the rock, leaving a groove where the impact had occurred. His fingers pulsed, his knuckles, but he felt as if he felt nothing, if anything that pulsation mixed with all the emotions he was already feeling. And in that pain, which at that moment he was not even able to metabolise, he found a further drive, which made the voice in his head even louder, more insistent. Y/N is gonna choose Sokka over me..

He threw another punch, incredibly even harder than the previous one. Small red cuts were beginning to appear on his hand, but Aang still paid no attention to them. It was as if he refused to see the reality around him, that voice in his head had taken hold of him, was isolating him in a dimension where there was nothing but him, his anger and the image of you with Sokka etched in his eyes.

Another punch followed, and another, then another. One by one, the stones arranged in that sort of circle disintegrated from the force of his blows. Aang did not really know how long it had been since he had initially gone there to vent the river that was his emotions, he only knew that the sun was about to set, and that a voice in the distance was calling his name.

It was you, worried sick about the sudden disappearance of your boyfriend.

Aang could not move a single muscle, it was as if your voice had brought him out of his trance state, and now the weight of reality was falling on him all at once. He did not have the courage to answer your call, or even to turn around to look at you properly. He looked down at his hands dripping with his own blood. With the adrenaline diminishing in his body by the second, he began to feel the searing pain of his wounds, finally realising the gravity of what he had inflicted upon himself in that state of rage.

What would you have said seeing him like that? You would certainly be disappointed seeing what he had done, and why. Who knows how worried you'd been about him, maybe you'd been looking for him for hours and he'd been selfishly on his own, voluntarily away from you, as if you were to blame for him feeling that way… even he didn't know how. Or again, you had not come there to know how he was. Maybe you had come to him to tell him that it was over between you, that you preferred Sokka after all, that while you were fishing something had clicked, that he was no longer good enough for you,….

"Good God, Aang what happened?" you run in his direction, taking his bloody hands in yours. You tried to meet his gaze, but he seemed to be working hard to avoid it. You didn't pay much attention, instead throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I was really worried about you, you know? You seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth" He didn't answer, but he felt his throat tighten and his eyes become moist. How could you miss him when you had Sokka? "Come on, let's get you fixed up, I bet your hands must hurt like crazy right now, but how did you get them like that?" You began to guide him towards your camp holding him by the arm, careful not to touch his wounds. "I… I-I was training and I think I got the hang of it a bit," he replied in a voice so light that you almost didn't recognise your Aang. There was something underneath that he didn't want to tell you, of that you were certain. But at the same time you couldn't and didn't want to force him to speak, you just wanted to be there for him.

Once you had entered one of the tents, I gestured for him to sit on the stacked blankets, while you took the necessary to take care of his cuts. Your hands worked gently on his skin, the hands you had always loved to hold in yours so much.

It took him a few minutes of tension-filled silence before Aang found the strength to open his mouth, "Sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to worry you so much. It's just that…" he interjected, swallowing the lump in his throat, "…I don't know, I just had something on my mind" You frowned as you listened to him, intrigued and concerned by his words. You said nothing, and he took that as a signal to continue.

"See, I don't know what I was feeling before, but ever since I saw you with Sokka, in front of that lake, so close, looking like you were having so much fun,… it was like something was eating me up inside, that's it." He made to lower his gaze again, but you wasted no time in gently grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "Aang… were you jealous?" if it wasn't for his injuries and the saddened look in his eyes, you would have found it funny. I mean, how could he think you would ever choose anyone over him, the most handsome, kind, funny, strong and unexpectedly wise guy you've ever met.

He hesitated for a second, before nodding slowly and lowering his head again. His voice came out weak and shaky: "You're not angry with me?" At his words you huffed, completely incredulous at his question. "Why would I be angry about that? Aang, jealousy is something normal, you don't have to feel guilty if you feel that way."

He cocked his head before continuing to speak, "It's not just that, it's… I always take so much care to control my anger, but today… I don't know, it was like I wasn't in control of my body anymore. I was so caught up in my anger that I couldn't contain myself…" A moment of silence, he looked up again to look at you, and you noticed that his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry, "…I'm sorry, Y/N, I know I must have disappointed you-"

"Absolutely not!" you interrupted him, grabbing his forearms. Your eyes were full of concern for Aang, and your tone though stern was full of love and concern for him. "Aang, for as long as I have known you, you have never allowed yourself a moment to vent your emotions. Despite everything that has happened to you, despite the losses, the physical and emotional wounds, you have always tried to keep smiling. But that is not good for you, sweetheart, you are still just a human being and you need to let go, let out all your emotions, even the ones that scare you."

As you continued talking, Aang felt his heart tighten and his chest warm. You did not stop talking, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. "I understand that after everyone you have lost you are afraid of losing me too. But I can promise you, you won't get rid of me so easily, you fool." He let out a shuddering sigh and let himself slip gently into your arms. You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around him, resting your cheek against the side of his head. "Thank you baby, this- it means so much to me." After Aang's words, spoken in a soft, hushed tone, a comfortable silence fell.

You stayed like that for some time, then you spoke, chuckling softly, "Maybe next time come talk to me when you're sick before you shatter a dozen rocks and your hands" He moved his head from its place in the curve of your neck to place his lips on yours in a gentle kiss, then pulled away from you to look into your eyes, smiling apologetically, "Yeah, I think you're right."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for uninviting my friend to a concert after she bought her plane tickets and refusing to pay her the money she spent on the tickets?

Me and my friend both love a singer called Melanie Martinez. We have both been listening to her for years and her music has gotten us through a lot.

A year and a half ago I got my first job. As someone who has a disability and grew up with not a lot I pride myself on the money I make and how well I’ve been doing at my job. My friend knows this, she also knows I take how I spend my money very seriously. My friend does not have a job, but she lives with her parents who give her monthly allowances so she can do as she pleases until she gets a job. The amount they give her is not a lot but she does save up so she has quite a bit of money. She likes to buy small things while setting aside some money for something big she wants while I like to save up almost all my money and get one big thing every once in a while that I really want.

Melanie first announced her Portals tour she only gave US dates but a while ago she announced UK dates for the tour. The UK tickets cost quite a bit of money and travelling and a hotel would also be pretty pricey but I had been saving and decided that this would be the big thing I would get for myself. I really wanted to go but with my disability I didn’t want to go alone. I asked my friend if she was available for one of the dates and she was so I invited her. I bought both of our tickets for the London date and since I make the most money out of both of us, it was my idea and I was being nice for my friend I also booked the hotel (instead if splitting it like she had originally suggested), while she offered to buy her own ticket for the plane and pay for her own food while we were over in London.

We had everything set, she bought a new outfit to wear for the tour and we were so excited. She hadn’t yet bought her plane ticket but I wasn’t too worried because I hadn’t yet either (and honestly flying makes me so nervous that just buying the tickets puts me on edge).

When we talked about it with our other friends she bragged about going which I found weird but whatever she was excited y’know. But she started complaining along with her bragging like “you’d think that we could’ve gotten closer seats but oh well at least we’re going” or “the tickets were just so expensive we’ll be broke after this” which made me feel weird. I asked her if she had an issue with the seats I got since they were in the disability accessible areas the view was good but it definitely wasn’t the front so I was kinda sympathetic to her disappointment. She said she didn’t care were the seats were and she was only joking around. But she kept complain-bragging until she was just complaining. Like “its gunna so cold I’m gunna hate it” or “we better have to deal with those annoying fans with the signs or the bracelets” and on and on and when I asked her if she was still excited she said she was just joking and she was excited. I have a hard time understanding when people are being serious or not so I just took her word for it.I didnt want to cause any arguments between us.

So she shows me the outfit she bought and it looks great and I show her the outfit I put together and we buy those plastic elf ears to decorate we are having a great time. She would say that my outfit didn’t fit the vibe as well as her and I better not actually wear it and embarrass her and again she says she’s joking. I made part of my outfit so I didn’t find it very funny.

She didn’t really talk with our friends about the concert other than with me, because my friends were kinda over it which I get. But I got a message a week ago from one of my other friends he’d sent a lot of screen shots of the friend i was taking to the concert saying she’d rather be going with him because he’d be more fun but at least with me she’ll “get disability special treatment and get to skip the line” and that “it wasn’t her money so she might as well try to enjoy herself”. Firstly we are adults we are too grown to be talking shit on snapchat. And secondly i was so crushed. I’d really been looking forward to spending time with my friend on a fun get away to see an artist we adore and she’d been complaining the whole time and was only looking forward to it because with me she’d get “special treatment”.

So I sent her the screenshots and I told her if she really didn’t want to go with me then she wasn’t going I’d just take someone else. She sent me a screenshot of her plane ticket she had bought that morning being confirmed and was like “no u have to take me I’ve paid for my plane tickets” and I was upset and said I didn’t care I’m not going to waste a ticket I spent my hard earned money on someone who didn’t appreciate it and views my disability as a way to get a better deal for herself and wanted to go with someone else.

She said she was joking and that I was ruining things for her and that it meant so much to her to go and how dare I take that away from her.

I have invited a different friend. They also love Melanie Martinez and I hadn’t asked them originally cuz they had plans around the time of the concert but the plans they had fell through so it works out, I need someone to go with they need something to do and honestly they deserve a break and a good time.

My friend who I was taking originally is very upset with me and is demanding I either take her or I pay for the plane ticket she now isn’t going to use. I told her to just get a refund from the airport and she said she didn’t want a refund from them she wanted me to pay for the “emotional stress” of the whole situation. I even got a message from her mum telling me to just pay the money.

My other friends are either neutral or think I’m taking things too far over some “inappropriate jokes” and I do feel bad since she was very excited and I was excited to go with her. I was originally so sure in my decision to uninvite her and bring someone else but now I just feel so bad. I can’t uninvite my other friend and reinvite her but I also don’t want to pay her anything since she offered to get her own ticket herself it was her money to spend and I have already spent far more on this than her. She says I’m greedy. I’m hurt by her comments she’s been my friend for 8 years and I’ve never really seen her act this way and say these things.

I felt I was doing the right thing and now I’m not sure. I feel like I’m going to lose a good friendship over a situation I’m overreacting in.

Am I the asshole???? Help????

What are these acronyms?

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 9: Bloodletting (Vampire)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic is a vampire and vampire related things happen

Tags: Blood, biting, oral, vampire au (literally the only difference is the at medic is a vampire)

Word Count: 4.2k

The Masterlist

You and Medic had always been close. From the first day you joined the mercenary group, the two of you had immediately clicked. You made a good team on the battlefield, and you were one of the few mercenaries that willingly entered the infirmary while Medic was wrapped up in his newest experiments. You just liked hearing him talk.

Over the months the two of you had grown from friends to something that neither of you ever cared to put a label on. Whatever it was, it was obvious enough for your teammates to take notice, as you became the target of teasing remarks whenever you would sneak away to the infirmary, and everyone seemed to know better than to intrude when you and Medic were in there alone.

This was one such instance, as you slipped away from a poker game one night after losing an embarrassing amount of money to Scout of all people. The typical jokes were thrown your way, but you let them slide off your back. They didn’t mean any harm. Honestly, some of them even seemed happy that you had found someone in the midst of this purposeless war.

When you finally made it to the infirmary you pushed the doors open to be greeted with a situation that should have shocked you. Medic looked up at you, eyes wide, clutching a half full blood bag with an unmistakable red liquid staining his lips and teeth. Those teeth- you had always assumed Medic was just one of those people with unusually sharp canines, but apparently there was more to it than that.

At one point in your life, this sight would have sent you running like a bat out of hell, but now, after all you had been through and witnessed- death rendered meaningless by respawn, experiments that defied modern science, literal open heart surgery being performed while the patient was still conscious- all you could think was, ‘Yeah, this might as well happen. Of course the team medic would turn out to be a fucking vampire.’

Honestly this probably wasn’t even one of the strangest things you had walked in on Medic doing, but it definitely was one of the hottest. Then again, this was the first time you had seen Medic look so horrified at you walking in on him, so maybe leading with the fact that you found this endlessly sexy wasn’t the best idea. You gave him a second to gather himself, which amounted to tossing the still leaking blood bag to the side and desperately trying to explain.

“Liebchen! Don’t scream, bitte, I can explain-”

“So this is what all those blood tests were for?” You cut him off before he could spiral into a panic.

“What?”

“The blood tests,” you repeated. “You were always insisting that we needed to have our blood drawn after almost every post-battle physical. We never received any results though, and now I know why.” You motioned towards the blood bag. You had never questioned why those mystery ‘tests’ required an entire pint of blood to be drawn. Most of the mercenaries knew better than to question Medic’s methods, after all, he was their doctor- well, ex-doctor- so he probably knew best. It really was the perfect cover for him to create his own personal food source.

Medic nodded slowly, looking like he was trying to keep up with the conversation. “Ja, that is correct, but- I’m sorry, liebe, are these really the first questions you are asking?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes, looking you over as if you were one of his beloved experiments, ready to be studied and analyzed. “You are not scared?”

“Nope.”

Medic approached you cautiously, perhaps worried that any sudden movements might cause your odd sense of bravery to shatter, sending you sprinting away like a startled animal. However, you didn’t falter once. It was strange, because despite your outward body language, Medic knew you were scared. You had to be. He could sense it.

“I feel like you’re lying to me, liebchen,” he said. “I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”

Ah, so hyper-aware senses were in fact a part of this particular brand of vampirism you had stumbled upon. How fun! You were just glad he didn’t sparkle in the sun. But then again, that was a ridiculous possibility for you to even consider. It wasn’t like some author would one day write an entire book series that would launch the very specific concept of glittering vampires into mainstream media. Because that would be weird.

“An elevated heart rate doesn’t necessarily mean I’m scared,” you said, taking a step closer to Medic, gradually closing the distance between the two of you.

“Your blood is rushing so fast,” he muttered to himself. He met your gaze, your half-lidded eyes piercing the soul he no longer possessed. His expression flickered from concern to realization, with a quick flash of something else managing to peek through before he smothered it with a mask of neutrality. Desire. You saw it, and it thrilled you.

“What else can you sense?” Your hand wrapped around his tie, pulling him forward. He stumbled forward, falling against you. You chuckled when you realized he had inadvertently pressed his face against your neck. Medic shuddered, and before he realized what he was doing, he was inhaling, breathing deep, drinking in your scent. It was so strong, tinged with adrenaline and…

“Arousal…”

The word came out as a whisper. If it weren’t for the fact that he was nuzzling into your neck, you probably wouldn’t have even heard it. You smirked. “Come on, Medic, don’t act so surprised. I mean, who hasn’t fantasized about fucking a vampire at least once?”

The tension seemed to melt away from Medic’s body, only for him to immediately start laughing. You watched, dumbfounded as he threw his head back, nearly wheezing between bouts of laughter. This wasn’t the reaction you expected, nor wanted.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you said, glaring at him indignantly.

“Nein, nein, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, this isn’t how I expected to be spending my evening.” Medic chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. Eventually he let out a sigh before speaking again, his voice dipping low in that way that sent shivers up your spine. “Not that I have an issue with it. I’ll take any opportunity to ravish you, liebling.”

Medic really had a way of sweeping you off your feet. In this case, it was literal. You gasped when he dipped you, your legs swinging out from under you as you were lifted into his arms.

“Aw, did I startle you, little häschen?” He met your surprised expression with a teasing smirk. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To be swept away by a creature of the night?”

Medic carried you to his room, laying you back on the bed as he had so many times before, only this time, he wouldn’t need to hold back. He didn’t waste any time. Before you could even settle into the bed he was on top of you, pressing feverish kisses to your lips. You raised your hips to grind your hips on his and he stifled a groan against your mouth. He trailed lower, kissing over your jaw and down to your neck.

Medic had always been fond of kissing and sucking at your neck. Of course, it only made sense now. You had always assumed he liked it because of how sensitive you were there. Even the gentlest of kisses there could have you squirming and whimpering. Now, you wondered how often he had teased himself with the possibility of taking a bite, how close he had gotten during those few times he let his teeth graze over the skin. Could he tell how wet you already were from the scent of your blood rushing just beneath his lips?

“You’re so sweet,” Medic muttered, clearly reluctant to pull away from your neck. “You always smell so delicious. You have no idea how tempting you are, liebchen.”

Your fingers tangled in Medic’s hair, making a mess of the usually well kept locks. You pulled him back, and you could have sworn you heard him whine when he was forced away from the crook of your neck, that is before you smothered the noise with another kiss. You let your lips part, tasting him, running your tongue cautiously along those sharp fangs. When you finally broke away, both of you were panting.

“I think I have another way to quench my thirst for you, liebling,” Medic said, his voice soft and breathy. “It may not be blood, but I’m sure it will be just as delectable.”

You watched with intrigue as Medic began to work his way down your body, edging towards the foot of the bed, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear. You yelped at the sudden exposure of your wet cunt to the cool air. Medic’s room was always so cold, probably due to its proximity to the even more frigid infirmary. It didn’t seem to bother him, as he stripped off his coat and undershirt, naked from the waist up- basically the opposite of the state of undress that you were in. You wanted to run your hands over his chest to feel the defined muscle, developed from years of lugging the Medigun and all its associated equipment into battle. However, Medic had descended between your legs before you could even ask him to lean down within your reach.

You could feel how fast he was breathing, the quick exhales against your cunt making you shudder and tense up, trying to resist the urge to grind against his mouth already. Medic took his time to savor the scent of your arousal. It was so much stronger here, almost enough to drive him mad. He wanted more, needed more, and he knew just how to get it.

“Sehr schön," he whispered. There was a slight tremble in his voice, but he spoke so softly that you barely heard it, or if you did, you simply didn’t point it out. Not like you could have said anything anyway, because in the next moment, Medic slipped his tongue into you. You gasped, immediately entwining your fingers in his hair again. He took to that with ease, letting you use his hair to steer him freely. So long as he got to keep inhaling this intoxicating aroma, you could use him however you wanted.

“Fuck!” You cursed through clenched teeth, feeling his nose bump against your clit while his tongue thrust into you. With every exhale he moaned. You gasped when he hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, just to feel the way your legs trembled and squeezed around his skull. “Medic- wait, wait! You’re going to make me come!”

Medic pulled back, broken out of his stupor long enough to look at you with some confusion. “Is that not what you want?”

“Well, yeah, but not so soon.” You shot him a sultry gaze, which you desperately hoped came off as enticing and not silly. “I want you to fuck me. Don’t you want to feel me come on your cock?”

That definitely got a rise out of him. He shuddered, just barely managing to stop himself from biting his lip in anticipation. He licked the remnants of your taste from his lips, savoring every drop before he took your legs off of his shoulders, holding them apart. The fingers that gripped your thighs were rougher, his hold more aggressive. He was sure to bruise the supple flesh.

Your skin was red. Medic knew that your face had been sporting a fetching blush since you first saw him, but now it seemed to have deepened, spreading down your chest, to the tips of your ears, and even further, veins widening, letting blood tint the skin scarlett. Medic wasn’t sure when he began grinding uselessly against the mattress, feeling himself hardening at the thought of that sweet ichor rushing just beneath his fingertips. He wasn’t sure he would be able to resist a taste.

“Liebchen, would you be alright with me biting you?”

The question was hesitant, almost shy. Your response, however, was not. “Yes!” you nearly shouted. “Fuck yes!”

“Perfect. There is a wonderful artery right along your thigh.” Medic traced his fingers over your leg as he spoke, making you shiver. “And it only seems fair that I partake of it, since you interrupted my meal earlier.”

That was all the warning you received before you felt him sink his fangs into your thigh. You cursed softly, feeling him draw your blood outward. It was an odd mix of pain and pleasure, as the masochistic part of you was truly getting a kick out of the sensation of sharp teeth being embedded in your flesh. Even now, Medic continued to tease you, using a free hand to circle your clit, making sure not to bring you too close to the edge.

You shuddered and chuckled softly when you felt Medic’s stubble rub against your inner thigh. “That tickles,” you said. The edges of his mouth curled up slightly as he drank from you.

Perhaps this would become a regular occurrence now that you knew the truth. How many orgasms would he draw from you in exchange for a taste of your blood? How many bite marks would come to decorate your thighs? He could always heal them with the Medigun, but you weren’t sure you wanted that. You enjoyed the idea of his marks being hidden beneath your clothing, a reminder that you were his.

You jumped when you felt Medic’s fingers begin to stroke your clit faster, rubbing back and forth over the sensitive bud. He moaned against you as more blood rushed over his tongue, being coaxed southward by his ministrations. It wasn’t long before he had to force himself to withdraw, afraid that he would simply suck you dry if he didn’t get ahold of himself. Blood trickled from the two puncture wounds, and Medic struggled not to lick the remaining drops from your skin.

He might have stayed there, staring at the crimson fluids trickling over your soft flesh until it dried and turned umber, but a sudden tug on his hair forced him back up your body. You pulled him down, pressing your lips to his and being met with a soft sound of surprise before he relaxed, melting into the kiss. You were surprisingly unbothered by the lingering, coppery taste of your own blood. When the two of you parted you were breathing hard, a giddy smile on your face as you spoke.

“Fuck me.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. Medic’s cock twitched, straining against the confines of his pants. His whole body ached for you, and with his thirst quenched, the only thing left was arousal. He undressed hastily, dropping his pants freeing his cock with a moan. Your gaze raked over his body hungrily. His dick curved upwards, looking flushed and painfully hard. It made you feel good to know that you weren’t the only desperate one here.

You bit your lip to silence yourself as Medic let his cock glide against your slit. He was far less restrained, immediately letting a shaky moan fall from his lips as he felt how wet you were for him. An even louder noise followed when he finally sank into you to the hilt. Your own moans joined the fray as you felt him stroking you deep in your core.

“Bitte, wrap your legs around me,” Medic groaned. You let your legs dangle lazily around his waist as he began to thrust into you. His pace was slow, agonizingly slow, in fact. You whined, bucking uselessly against him. He was teasing you, there was no doubt about it. You didn’t need him to be gentle right now. You were more than wet enough, and you wanted him to fuck you hard.

“Come on,” you muttered, tightening your legs around his waist, as if to pull him deeper into you. “I know you can go harder than that!” Medic actually looked surprised, but you continued before he could say a word. “I already let you bite into my thigh. Do you really think I can’t handle rougher treatment? Don’t tell me you’re scared that I’ll break.”

You were outright provoking him now. It was bold, and even a little impressive. Still, it was clear to Medic that he would need to deal with your new attitude. You were quite literally asking to be put in your place, and who was he to deny you?

“Alright, taube,” Medic chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. “You want it rough? Fine, but I don’t want to hear another complaint out of that pretty mouth.”

He took your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. You struggled playfully and he squeezed his fist tighter. Medic watched your eyes flutter closed, a look of rapturous bliss on your face. So, this was your true fantasy- to be taken and thoroughly ravished by a blood sucking creature. You loved feeling weak beneath him, positively helpless, even going as far as to arch your head back, exposing your neck. Medic nearly salivated at the sight, but he had to hold himself back, at least from that.

“Liebchen, I won’t bite your neck.” You opened your eyes, and the disappointment was obvious. “I’m sorry. Your emotions are running too high.” ‘Mine are too,’ but he didn’t say that part aloud, still trying to play the part of the stoic dom, despite everything. “Another time, I promise, when both of our minds are clearer. For now, I just want to make you feel good.”

Even though you were a bit disheartened, Medic’s sweet words placated you. He knew how to make you feel special, to lavish you with attention, praise, and pleasure until you were trembling with bliss. You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable to lay back and enjoy the ride when a certain change in angle left you seeing stars.

“Fuck!” you gasped suddenly, legs tightening around Medic’s waist. You froze, and Medic froze too.

“What? What is wrong, liebe?”

“Don’t stop!” Your cries were desperate. “Right there, keep fucking me, right there!”

Medic’s concern melted away into a devious grin. Without another word he resumed his pace, listening to your cries of ‘faster, harder, keep rocking your hips, just like that!’

“That feels good, doesn’t it, liebchen?” Medic asked, smirking wide enough to bare his fangs, still stained crimson from your own blood. “Gott, I know it does. I can smell the adrenaline coursing through you, and all those endorphins flowing into your bloodstream, bringing you closer and closer to euphoria.”

At some point, Medic had released your wrists. You weren’t sure how long you were simply holding your hands above your head of your own accord before you realized they were free. You draped your arms over Medic’s shoulders, loosely at first, but soon tightening enough to pull him down for a kiss between thrusts.

Eventually, you managed to pull Medic especially close, burying your face against his shoulder, your moans muffled against the warm skin. Medic’s first instinct was to pull away, to remove the buffer between him and those beautiful sounds you were making. Before he could, he jolted forward, gasping, his body reacting before his brain even registered the throbbing pain near his collar.

You had bitten him.

Honestly, you weren’t even sure that it was intentional. Everything from the dull ache that still radiated from your inner thigh to the ruthless pleasure overwhelmed you. You needed a release, and for a moment, you didn’t care whether it was a release of a sexual nature or simply a sudden, impulsive, animalistic act that ultimately took the form of the reddening bite mark that now adorned Medic’s skin.

As for Medic himself, he hadn’t even paused. Other than that slight jolt, he kept up a steady pace, but any trained eye could see that he was becoming sloppy. His thrusts were uneven, and it took him a moment to realize that he was about to come. He had been approaching his peak slowly, building up tension, only for that bite to be his tipping point.

Medic snarled, voice deep and bordering a growl as he came. Letting loose like this was so new for him- he could never let this more monstrous side show with previous partners. It would terrify them, but you looked anything but terrified. You looked ecstatic, enjoying the show, watching him come undone with unbridled ferocity- but you weren’t sated yet. Medic could sense it, and that just wouldn’t do. No matter how ‘monstrous’ he may be, he wasn’t about to leave his little dove unsatisfied.

He reached down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing quick, firm circles over it while thrusting into you, his movements uneven. His strength was waning as the afterglow tried to creep in. Thankfully, you weren’t too far behind him. It seemed all you needed was those skillful fingers working you over to finally find release.

You arched against him, panting, moaning, and letting your orgasm overtake you. Medic fucked you as best as he could through your climax before finally collapsing beside you. He pulled you closer, holding you through the aftershocks until you finally went still, soft moans dying into even softer sighs.

“Did it live up to your fantasy, liebe?” Medic asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Fuck, yes,” you said, barely above a whisper. “How about you?” Medic smirked, pulling you into a deep kiss that left you breathless when you parted. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The two of you rested in comfortable silence for a while. You rested your head on Medic’s chest, staring at the ceiling and letting your mind wander. You noticed how warm he was. It was comforting, and a little ironic, given that most legends about vampires seemed to agree that they were cold as death. You supposed that you shouldn’t trust everything you read, although you were still curious.

“Does blood taste different depending on the person?” you asked.

“Ja, but it’s hard to describe.” He thought for a moment before going on. “It’s like different kinds of wine, each with flavors that make them distinct, but still recognizable as wine.”

“Interesting,” you said.

“It is quite fascinating. A person’s actions can affect their flavor as well. Scout’s blood is almost sickeningly sweet, no doubt due to that radioactive swill he insists on putting in his body.” Medic cringed, as if even recalling the taste was physically painful. “Demoman’s is obviously overpowered by alcohol, so much so that I couldn’t even tell you what his natural flavor is.

“Can you get drunk off of it?”

Medic laughed. “Nein, although I have tried.”

You nodded, figuring that if you were a vampire, you would probably try as well. Perhaps it was better that it didn’t work that way. After all, Demoman’s blood would be more likely to give Medic alcohol poisoning rather than simply getting him intoxicated.

“Now that you know the truth, I can admit that yours was always my favorite.” It took you a moment to realize what Medic meant.

“What do I taste like?”

“Coffee. Not like any cheap, drugstore instant brew, but something rich, dark, and deep with notes of sugar and cream.” Medic sighed, as if reminiscing, and nodded towards the infirmary, where several blood bags most likely remained in storage. “I’ve tasted it many times, of course, but drinking it straight from you doesn’t compare, and blended so nicely with your adrenaline and arousal… mein gott!” His lips brushed your shoulder and along your collarbone, making you shiver. “You are a truly magnificent specimen, liebchen.”

“Oh, you charmer,” you teased. However, that brought up another question. “Wait, can you charm people?”

“Glamour is the proper term, and yes, with some effort, I can.”

You paused for a long while before responding. “Would you ever…”

“Nein,” Medic said curtly, knowing exactly what you were about to ask even as your voice trailed off. “I wouldn’t ever use that power on you.” He pulled away from kissing your neck, tilting your head so that you could look him in the eye, and know he was speaking the truth. “It would be wrong to do such a thing, but also, it wouldn’t be real. I don’t need any cheap mental compulsion to know I have your love, taube.”

“Well, obviously!” you said, rolling your eyes and trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. That blush returned with a vengeance. “I must love you a lot to let you fuck me like that!”

Medic scoffed at the sudden vulgarity, but it couldn’t kill his smile. You always changed the subject when you were flustered. It was cute. He kissed your cheek softly, feeling the warmth against his lips. “Let’s get some sleep, liebling. We don’t have work tomorrow, and I plan on sleeping in until noon.”

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you against him. His hold was tight enough that you probably wouldn’t be leaving this bed until noon either. Not that you really minded. Plus, if you played your cards right, you might even be able to convince Medic to treat himself to a little breakfast in bed, courtesy of you, of course.

[joanofexys]

here is your reason to talk about emeryk wesninski 👉👈

Emeryk Wesninski my beloved (not really. I also forgot he existed and debated killing him dead again instead of confronting my embarrassing ocs)

If it isn’t obvious he’s intended to be Neil’s brother, which I’m probably gonna skirt around as much as possible due to my own shame lmao

Emeryk Wesninski:

25 years old

he/him

queer idk he’s not gonna sit there long enough to slap a word on it

played striker

was supposed to start on the Ravens lineup with Emiko their freshman year

dropped the sport for academic and familial pursuits (also cause he was not about to major in fucking business)

We’re gonna pretend I know why the hell I decided having an Em (Moriyama) and Em (Wesninski) was a good idea cause I did create them at the same time but honestly? fuck if I know.

Pretending I can do math I think there’s a six year gap between Neil and Emeryk. Or at least it’s around there. So when Mary and Neil went on the run Emeryk was 16 years old and pretty deeply involved in his father’s business. Not that he enjoyed it. He and Mary knew there was a far smaller chance of success survival with three of them instead of two and Neil had the better chance. So he told her to just him and go, with only a little resentment.

Emeryk escapes some of the worst parts of his father’s work through a series of deals with the Moriyama’s, specifically Ichirou. He and Ichirou aren’t far apart in age and now he of course wonders what the hell was doing, but he would rather have indebted himself to Ichirou over Kengo. And he knew one day Ichirou would be in charge, he just didn’t expect it to be quite so soon.

So instead of getting sucked in deeper (to the Wesninski’s business at least), he’s able to somewhat save himself. He enrolls in Edgar Allan University at 18 and doesn’t sign a contract to play with the Ravens. Despite it he and Emiko still become friends and he has some, albeit limited, interaction with Kevin, Riko, and Jean.

He studies criminal justice and goes on to study law. All of it, of course, being put towards working for the Moriyama’s. But at least he’s not actively killing people.

He spends a lot of his time covering up any tracks Mary and Neil leave behind. Whenever he can find them, he knows that means someone else will, and he does his best to remove any sort of paper trail or hint to their existence. Even if it’s just confusing Nathan’s men. Anything that gives them enough time to create a new identity and move.

He’s not exactly happy about it but he does feel like it’s part of what he agreed to years ago. So he lets the resentment build and does it anyway.

And when Neil shows up at Palmetto, seemingly not even trying to be subtle, he is so fucking pissed. Everything’s undone. He can run his mouth and mess things up as much as he wants but he knows it’s only a matter of time.

By the time Baltimore occurs Emeryk is so far removed from the Wesninski’s and so deeply involved with the Moriyama’s that he doesn’t even see it coming. At least not fast enough. When Stuart reaches out to him he reluctantly agrees to work with the FBI, temporarily, to find Nathan.

That’s the first time Neil and Emeryk see each other in years. Emeryk’s pretty sure Neil doesn’t remember half of it, blacked out from pain. And he sure as fuck wasn’t going to stick around to visit him in the hospital. He gets out of there with the intent of talking to the least amount of cops he can.

He forms a bit of a relationship with Neil after that. Mostly “don’t talk to cops”, “seriously get a fucking lawyer”, “have you considered not running your damn mouth?”, and the like. But ultimately he doesn’t give a shit what Neil gets up to. Not his business (though he can’t help but keep a worried eye on him to make sure he’s not getting into too much trouble. He spent too long doing it to stop. And if it has the added benefit of seeing his brother happy and healthy, somewhere he can call home, no one else to needs to know)

While Emeryk didn’t wind up a full blown serial killer he’s still a worse person than like Emiko. He’s very much out to save his own skin. He’ll always go with his best chance of survival. For now that lies with the Moriyama’s. But if a better opportunity ever presented itself he’d take it in a heartbeat.

And idk that’s just a little bit about Em (Wesninski) who I made 4-ish years ago and forgot about until now

[oldiesstationlover11607]

*In SpongeBob’s voice* 🧽Hi. How are ya?🧽

The amount of joy that surged through my body when I saw that the sponge was yellow is indescribable. Anyways, hi. What up? It’s me 💛, back at it again with another request! You went above and beyond with the last Torchbearer story btw! Like, honestly, novel worthy in my eyes. It was so good and the ANGST!!! And I like the cliffhanger ending. Gives you places to go if you so choose, but also can keep it just as a one part story and the reader can sort of extrapolate what happens next.

So, I come to you with a new request. It’s Josh (Josh-Josh this time. Not one of his incredibly neglected lore characters. Have no fear). Idk if this is too similar to something else you have written (disregard if it is), but I was wondering if you could write a fluffy one shot about the first time Josh introduces the reader (his girlfriend) to Tyler and Tyler makes it his mission to bring up any embarrassing story about Josh that he can just to mess with him. Josh gets all flustered and stuff, but the reader loves it. Idk. I just feel like Tyler would do something like that.

Tease - Josh Dun x Reader

Relationship: Josh × Reader + Tyler!!

Warnings: none - fluff

Word Count: 1056

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!! I'm using it for bandito battle bc I love how it shows off their friendship and it's nice a short!

Josh had been raving about Tyler since the day we met and for a while I thought they were dating. He thought it was a good idea to disregard the fact Tyler had been married for a year and describe him as ‘handsome, talented, and the coolest person he’d ever met’. It wasn’t until we hung out at a local park that he confessed he liked me. I admitted I thought he was gay–let’s just say that was a fun conversation. We’d been dating for about a month when he deemed me worthy of meeting his lord and savior Tyler Joseph. We’d agreed to meet at a diner close to our house–some fake 50s themed place which Josh claimed had the best milkshakes despite the fact I was severely lactose intolerant. Josh had been jittery all day about this meeting. I caught him pacing in the kitchen at least three times, mumbling things like, “What if he says something stupid?” and “Maybe I should cancel.” But I reassured him with every step, telling him Tyler was probably just as excited to meet me as I was to meet him. We walked into the diner, the bell above the door chiming, and there he was—Tyler Joseph in the flesh, sitting in a booth with his arm draped over the backrest like he owned the place. He glanced up from the menu, a smirk already forming when he saw us approaching.

“Josh! Dude, finally!” Tyler stood and gave Josh a bro hug, patting him on the back with a little too much force. Then he turned to me, his smile widening. “You must be the famous girlfriend.”

I laughed. “Famous, huh? He’s been talking me up?”

“Non-stop,” Tyler replied, sliding back into the booth. 

“I’m assuming he’s told you I thought you two were dating?” I chuckled.

“Yup,” he laughed, “But don’t worry, I’ve got some even more embarrassing stories about him.”

Josh groaned, sitting beside me. “Ty, please, not today.”

Tyler gave him a mischievous look. “Remember that time at the festival, Josh? You were supposed to hop on our tour bus, but you got on the wrong one and ended up at a completely different venue. Man, that was priceless. We didn't even know you were missing until you sent that frantic text from some random band’s bus.”

I giggled, looking at Josh, who was already turning red. “Seriously?”

“It wasn’t that bad…” Josh muttered, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, yes it was. You should’ve seen the look on his face when he realized. And have you seen that video of him in a blonde wig? He made it with some old friends on iMovie.” Tyler leaned in conspiratorially, eyes gleaming. 

“He didn’t.” I burst out laughing at that. “A blonde wig? Really?”

Josh buried his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed but smiling underneath it all. “Tyler, you’re killing me here.”

Tyler just grinned wider. “Hey, she needs to know the full Josh Dun experience.” Then he shot me a wink. “Trust me, it’s worth it.”

I could feel Josh squirming beside me, half-laughing, half-pleading with Tyler to stop. But the teasing wasn’t over yet.

Tyler leaned back, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. “Oh! How could I forget? The YouTube Bible readings! Have you seen them?”

Josh groaned louder this time, his head falling back against the booth in defeat. “No, Tyler, don’t.”

“What?” Tyler asked, feigning innocence. “I think they’re inspirational. You looked so serious, man, like you were auditioning for a role in a biblical drama. And that shaky camera work? A true classic.”

Josh peeked at me through his fingers, his face practically glowing red. “I swear they were for a good cause.”

I laughed, patting his arm. “I bet they were. We’ll have to check those out on movie night.”

Tyler’s grin turned devilish as he added, “I’ll send you the links. Honestly, it’s prime content.”

Josh let out a loud, exaggerated sigh, trying to hide his smile behind his hand. “Why did I bring you here again?”

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me,” Tyler said, not missing a beat. He took a sip from his milkshake, watching us with amusement. “You know, you got yourself a good one here,” he continued, looking at me now. “Josh has been over the moon since you guys started dating.”

Josh looked up, his cheeks still a bit pink, but his expression softened. “Well, I’m pretty lucky too.”

Tyler made a gagging motion. “Ugh, gross. But sweet. I’ll allow it.” He glanced at me again, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just make sure you remind him every now and then that he’s a dork, okay?”

I grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered.”

Josh chuckled, finally relaxing a bit as he reached for my hand under the table. “Yeah, she definitely does.”

Tyler clapped his hands together dramatically. “Alright, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s order some food.”

The rest of the night was filled with more jokes, teasing, and stories—this time with Josh doing his fair share of dishing it back to Tyler. But even through the laughter and light-hearted banter, I could see how much they cared for each other. Tyler's endless teasing was more than just poking fun at Josh—it was a way of showing just how close they were, how deep their bond went.

As we left the diner, Josh laced his fingers with mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

I squeezed his hand. “Not bad at all. Actually, I think I love you a little more now.”

Josh raised an eyebrow, his smile growing. “Because Tyler embarrassed me?”

“Exactly.”

He shook his head, laughing as we headed toward the car. “Great. Remind me never to let you two gang up on me again.”

“No promises,” I said with a grin.

Tyler called out behind us, “Next time, I’ll bring the blonde wig and we can make a part two to that movie!”

Josh groaned, but I could tell he was happy. And as we drove home, I knew I’d just witnessed something special—this crazy, hilarious, wonderful friendship between two guys who would always have each other’s backs, no matter how many embarrassing stories they dragged up along the way.

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[shes-an-oddbird]

Hello friend!! As our Nancy fangirl, what did you think about last night’s episode? 💛

I love that I'm considered a Nancy fangirl! I mean I 100% am but its nice to be called out on it 😂

Anyways, it was a great episode! I have been dying for a Nancy backstory for so long and I think it worked out beautifully! (btw this is about to be a very long reply oops!)

Honestly I was a bit worried about the episode at first because I suffer the worst second hand embarrassment you can imagine, like have to turn down the volume and just read the captions bad, but I survived and honestly I would never change it because Nancy being awkward it one of the reasons I love her so much. I love that her and Mateo can be weird and awkward together, they deserve that!

The best part was that they did manage to keep consistent with the little bits of backstory they have already given her. She mentions a sister and dad in earlier episodes but never a mom. And making her an oopsie baby and losing her mom at such a young age worked out really well for explaining why she's so attached to her sister. Her sister is probably significantly older than her and probably had to help her through so many milestones as a teenager that she might not have been comfortable going to her dad with. It explains why she looks up to Tommy and considers her not just a work role model but a role model as a mom. She met Tommy when Izzy and Evie were just slightly older than she was when she lost her mom. And I don't really know how to explain it but getting to see that, what she didn't have but what she could give in the future makes me emotional!

I also loved that they kind of confirmed a headcanon that I've had that Nancy probably doesn't think she's as brave as the rest of the team. I know here its in regards to what she could potentially have to go through with being sick and getting treatment but I kind of hope they come back to that maybe while she's acting as Captain. Tommy is very bold about some of the decisions she makes in the field and Nancy, even back when Michelle was around, expresses hesitations about the decisions. It would just be an interesting thing to do, if they have the time to give her a little bit more development!

Also also, last thing, I live for any Nancy and Mateo content they will give me! I thought it was such a fun idea to put them together and then it was like lone star frequently forgot that they did?! Or worse, they would give them a story and not finish it! This is what we get when networks cut down the amount of episodes per season, they deserved more time to be weird together but also to be supportive and starry eyed over each other. That said, I love that Nancy was like 'hold my hand' because the one thing they are consistent about with them is that when they are stressed, they hold hands, even before they were together. It was a very sweet little call back and I hope we get at least a little more of them before the end of the season ❤️

[strawberry-cowmilk]

I was so happy when I saw that your requests were opened and now I have an idea !

How would each brother and/or datesble react to an MC that used to party like crazy in the human world, I am talking about your perfect teenage party life in those movies ,making out with friends ,funny pictures of you and your girlies chilling in the bathroom ,passing out and all that stuff (the brothers maybe fond out through the MC showing some pictures and explaining tge backstop behind each picture for example)

Omy goodness I hope this request is the slightest bit clear to understand, I am sorry ,and pls don't feel pressured your writings are awesome

Hello! it's clear to me, don't worry. I hope you like it!

the obey me cast with a former party enjoyer mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

important note: I feel like this has to be said as somebody who sometimes attends parties and bars, when you attend a party please stay safe and be responsible. Have plans for what to do in case something bad happens and don't do anything that could get you into (legal) trouble. Of course don't touch alcohol if you cannot drink in your country and when you can, be responsible about it. A party is not like it is in a movie.

content warnings: (wild) party stuff (I kept it vague), casinos, implied alcohol use (???), me having no idea how to write for barbatos and belphie and solomon kind of

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Lucifer

you and lucifer were at dinner and the topic of you and your early college days just came up

when you showed lucifer the pictures his first thought was he's glad you've evolved (for the better in his eyes)

lucifer also warns you to never go to parties with mammon and/or asmo if you're over that kind of stuff

part of him wonders what it was like though

Mammon

mammon frequents 'wild' parties, especially after winning big amounts of grimm at the casino

he always wondered how you got so much good advice on certain situations related to said parties, now that you told him you're a former seasoned party attendee it makes sense

mammon wants to take you to a party but maybe you're over them

Leviathan

levi never would have guessed, and now he's a little afraid of you because he doesn't like party animals

but you're close so he forgets about the shock soon enough

when you tell him stories about your average campus party at 3 in the morning he says stuff like 'this is why I hate normies'

followed by '...not you, mc' (he's embarrassed)

Satan

he was reading you a book and the main character went to a party so you just told satan about your own party phase

at first he was like 'yeah we all had our phases' but when you showed him pictures from the parties he wonders how you and your friends got a rolls royce in a lecture hall (he wants to know so he can get cars in lucifer's office)

overall, satan doesn't really have a strong opinion on your party phase, as long as you stayed safe

Asmodeus

asmo himself has seen, heard and lived through stuff so nothing you tell him and nothing in your pictures can surprise him

not even the picture of the car in the middle of the lecture hall

he thinks this information is amazing, he's lowkey upset you didn't tell him sooner

if you're up for it he'll take you to one more party

Beelzebub

he's worried for past you when he hears the stories, but luckily you were fine

and he's both scared and lowkey impressed at some of the pictures you show him, how did you get some stuff to happen?

also pictures of the food hurt to look at, your average college party buffet is not a five star place (he still wants to eat it though)

beel is kind of relieved when you confirm you're over this phase in your life

Belphegor

every time diavolo holds a party lucifer basically has to drag him over there so he has no idea why some people actually enjoy parties

the pictures don't surprise him either honestly, he's seen the pictures asmo posts on devilgram during the parties it can't get crazier than that

he does wonder how it was, but he'd never actually want to experience it

Diavolo

when you said you used to love parties he thought you meant ballroom dances and fancy dinners

not 21st birthday celebration-like scenarios

he is impressed though, he goes like 'splendid, so this is how you party in the human world'

but honestly seeing the pictures did make him feel a bit worried

Barbatos

he has been dragged to the fall too many times to his liking by solomon and/or asmo and he kind of hated it every time

so when you tell him you're over the phase he's relieved for you

when he looks at the pictures you show him, his expression remains calm and peaceful

but if you look closely into his eyes there's confusion, worry and a hint of judgement

Simeon

he's happy for you because well you had fun and you were safe, even when he might not completely approve of your former behavior

when you show him the picture he chuckles and tells you to never show these images to luke, he'll shamelessly judge and roast you

he'd like to hear more of your stories sometime, he can laugh along with you to some of them (others are too surprising or worrying)

Luke

you were talking about this to somebody else about the lecture hall car and he overheard

so now luke has gone full chihuahua mode because of your story

'why is there a car in the classroom? the classroom is for learning! I expected this from demons but you?!'

he calms down when you tell him you think it's not very smart too and you've outgrown all of this

Solomon

he just laughs, he thinks it's the funniest thing he's heard and seen all week

but on a serious note, he's super glad things never went extremely wrong

at some point he's actually crying on the floor because of the story from when you attended a beach party where everyone had to be dressed like a shark

and honestly that's a rare sight

[darkurgetrash]

WIP tag game🖤

Thank you to @graysparrowao3 for the tag! I honestly love doing these and I’m so happy you guys actually care about what I write, genuinely. 🥺 I’m tagging @bearhugsandshrugs @charmedcleric @duckweave

Enjoy a section of the next chapter for Lead Me Through the Dark, which is a long-awaited flashback to a certain campy party. ;) under the cut.

“Hey, soldier?”

Tav jumped, her attention turning back to Karlach. Oh right, they’d been talking about… what had they been talking about again?

“You seem a little zoned out there mate. You alright?” Karlach asked with kind concern, her usually booming voice turned soft and gentle as she regarded her friend.

“Hooo - my apologies!” Tav giggled, “I’m not quite used to drinking so much.”

“Isn’t that only your first bottle?” The tiefling smiled wearily, suspicion laced in her jovial tone.

Tav cast a sheepish glance at the half-empty bottle of plum fizz clutched in her hand. “I suppose it is,” she conceded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I must be a lightweight.” She concluded with a half-hearted snort.

“I guess so… come to think of it, I’ve never seen you drink much. No good pubs back in Athkatla?”

“I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t allowed to go to them. My upbringing was rather… sheltered in that regard.”

Karlach tutted, shaking her head in mock disapproval.

“Poor Tav! Don’t you worry, soon as we get to the city we are gonna go on one mad crawl! Make up for lost time - for both of us.”

Tav smiled back at her fiery friend, her boisterous spirit a welcome balm to Tav’s more rigid nature. Just by being around her, Tav could feel her hidden playfulness, so long repressed, edge closer to the surface.

Karlach had intimidated her greatly when they’d first met, not only because she’d thought she was Wyll’s devil contract but because of the sheer size of her! The tiefling was probably the strongest woman she’d ever laid eyes on and Tav couldn’t help but feel timid in front of her. She herself wasn’t that small - taller than the average human and having the slightly curvaceous body of a well-spoilt noble woman. What she did lack though was any amount of strength and stamina - even the long journeys to and from camp she and her companions had to make was enough to tire her out.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Tav’s shyness around Karlach to subside and she was glad for it, because now the tiefling was easily one of her closest companions in the camp. What Tav loved most about their friendship was how balanced they were, with Karlach’s intuitive nature always managing to break through Tav’s stone walls. She always seemed to know how Tav was feeling without her having to make any comment whatsoever - it was the perfect type of friendship for the highly-strung, overly anxious Tavlyn Fairchild.

“Anyway soldier, you got any plans for tonight?” Her tone brimmed with curiosity, “Or were you thinking of spending the whole time talking to mama K?”

Tav shrugged, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. “That doesn’t sound like a terrible idea, to be honest.”

“Sheesh!” Karlach scoffed. “Look around mate, have you not noticed how many eyes have been on you in the past ten minutes alone? You’re the star of the show.”

A flush of embarrassment crept up Tav’s cheeks as she reluctantly acknowledged the truth in Karlach’s words. Despite her reluctance to bask in the limelight, she couldn’t deny the curious gazes that followed her every move, the whispered murmurs that swirled in her wake. Not only were several of her companions peering at her from their tents but many of the tieflings too with a shy kind of eagerness. They really thought she was the one to save the day, didn’t they? Like some kind of hero. It was embarrassing - if anything, she’d contributed the least!

Sure. Her destruction spells caused havoc in the Goblin camp and she had been the one to strike down the camp’s leaders, but her damage wouldn’t have even been possible if not for her companions - Shadowheart, keeping her weak body from harm, or Lae’zel, who had single handedly taken out most of the goblin hoard. Hells, even the camp leaders wouldn’t have fallen if not for Wyll hexing them or Gale immobilising them with fog clouds and blindness. All of her companions, really, did more than her… so why weren’t they getting more of the credit?

Tav asked herself this but, deep down, she knew the answer. It was for the same reason as why she’d always been able to live an easy life - because she had a pretty face and learned-eloquence from her noble upbringing. When she had left that life behind, she’d resolved to never have to rely on her connections ever again; become her own person free from her family’s name, yet here she still was, reaping the benefits of nobility.

She looked back at Karlach, sighing. Her face must have turned sour because the tiefling looked on her now with gentle affection.

“You’re allowed to celebrate, you know. You don’t always have to be so hard on yourself.”

“I have to be hard on myself, no one else ever is.” Tav rolled her eyes, grateful for Karlach’s sympathy but also annoyed by it. She was undeserving of such grace.

“Not such a bad problem to have, if you ask me.” Karlach jabbed, grinning wide to show that she wasn’t being serious.

“I know it isn’t - Gods, sorry. I have no right to be so… moody.”

“Hmm, maybe what you really need is some… release?” Karlach whispered, leaning close.

Tav furrowed her brows.

“What, like throwing up or something?”

“No, ya twit!” Karlach laughed, “I mean another kind of release - maybe with the help of a certain tiefling?”

Tav’s eyes widened, realising what her friend was alluding to.

“You scoundrel! You do realise we have… tadpoles in our brains, right?” She stuttered, “There’s no time for such things - besides, whom are you even referring to?”

“Ah come on mate, don’t play coy! You know who I’m talking about!” Karlach groaned, “You and that wizard have been flirting non-stop for weeks, the tension has been kiiiiilling me! If I was you, I’d have jumped his bones hours ago, screw the party!”

“What, Rolan?!” Tav exclaimed, blushing as she realised how loud she’d shouted his name. She turned behind her and was grateful to spot Rolan preoccupied, engaged in an arm wrestle with his sister to which he was losing miserably and audibly. It made her giggle briefly before she stopped herself, pouting.

“Absolutely not!” She protested, frowning at Karlach. “Are you joking?!”

“Fuck no!” Her friend laughed. “Seriously, you’re not into him?”

“Well, he’s obviously handsome…” Tav said, picturing the tiefling with his high cheekbones and his glowing eyes like a sunset, that permanently bemused smirk on his face. “… but beyond that, he’s entirely, frustratingly arrogant. Did you hear what he said to me earlier today? He called me a butcher’s blade and himself a Master, ugh! Were I not a lady, I’d have slapped him for such a remark.”

“Of course, your ladyship!” Karlach laughed, bowing facetiously. “Well, in that case, I suppose you won’t give a shit if I told you I’ve seen him stealing glances at you more than anyone else this evening?”

“Hm, not at all.” Tav blushed, folding her arms.

“Orrrr that he’s looking at you right now?”

“He is?”

Tav turned around again and, as she did so, noticed him quickly turn his face from her with growing redness, his siblings laughing behind him.

“Go talk to him, Princess.” Karlach chuckled behind her, moving away from her tent in search of another wine bottle. As she passed Rolan, she turned back to Tav and winked teasingly, wiggling her eyebrows.

Gods…

Had she really thought Tav and Rolan had been flirting? Absurd - the two did nothing but argue right from the moment they met. He’d been eager to leave the Grove despite the protest of his siblings and Tav had only briefly mentioned that it would be a good idea to stay, but apparently that made her a ‘prying busy-body’ - ridiculous. He’d been the one making such a loud fuss! Every time they spoke after that, it was always an “oh, it’s you” from him or some sarcastic comment baiting Tav to retaliate, which… she, regrettably, usually did.

Flirting. Pah!

She’d prove Karlach completely wrong! She’d go up to him right now and make it evident that there was absolutely no tension going on between them. That would show her!

She took another swig from her bottle, wiping away the wetness from her lips, and marched towards he and his siblings, determination propelling her forwards.

[plasticfangtastic]

Can we be lonely Together?

A Homelander x Stalker!Reader fan fiction

This is my first fic for this fandom (and in a decade lol) this is a bit of a slow burner and will have about 8 to 9 chapters.

This is a Gender Neutral reader (but honestly is just me shipping Homelander with Joe Goldberg... so feel free to see it as a crossover, just not going to make it clear at all in the fic.)

Summary: We were two mouses pretending to be cats, weren't we?

We didn't expect to find ourselves in this situation, but John... Homelander... you were perfect... none of this was a lie, these feelings I got are genuine! So I don't know why you're using such words like: Stalker, Psychotic bitch, Insane, liar! To describe me... after all I've done? To help you!?

You were wrong.

I just yearned to get closer to you. So what if I did my homework? After all it was you who played along.

I knew you knew... you were so loud.

R18+ (there will be smut, drug abuse and gore in later chapters) gore, stalking, killing.

Chapter One

Apologies

It pains me to say this… I'm genuinely ashamed, embarrassed more like it! To admit that I genuinely wasn’t impressed by you. 

        Your face had been painted on every surface to death... It has grown boring.

       Nothing but an overbearing presence to the common man, but the average citizen didn’t loathe you, fear you, hate you or even found you pastiche! They simply adored you. 

        Your face was plastered on everything one could imagine and then some– I’m not just talking mugs by the Target checkout area or birthday cards, and keychains, but sausage packages in the supermarket! Your face wasn’t all that special to me… I used to think of you as nothing more than an aged jock from a John Hughes movie, the tights didn’t fool me, you wore the varsity jacket underneath the foam-- I had bets that you were going to be the worst the world could’ve manufactured if I ever met you.

Now… Now I see… I was wrong… contrite is the word that describes this social faux-paux of mine. 

Now I see… just how… unique you were-- the whole world didn’t have the faintest idea of just the sheer amount of bullcrap you had to endure everyday. Gosh I couldn’t even fathom being in your shoes, the fantasy alone proved heavy, and you had to do it all while looking more well adjusted and prim than Princess Diana during her divorce.

I’m sure you’ll be so divine in that revenge dress too.

I mean… you sort of knew you looked good in women's clothes, Is okay I like adventurous men… I’ll admit  I might've dressed you a couple times in my head… but don’t worry! It was all flattering.

Which in terms of flattering things… it's a shame that this is how you catch me, how we end this farce, this game of pretends... today you could be the cat… I wish at least I had the time to wrap up the plastic sheets, or wash all this off me.

I feel the weight hit my foot directly, I barely wince, but I’m not taking my eyes off of you, feeling wet bubbles and gurgles tickling my bare toes– all I want is to give you decades worth of misplaced attention to those red eyes of yours… I seen your face in a million different ways, but never had I seen it in such vivid technicolor-- There’s no red that can quite match your eyes… as they watch me from this eighteen story window, inside an apartment smaller than your closet (that’s New York city for you kids). I can admit to having fantasized being on the receiving end, it would be fitting for me, us.

This building is so loud, it overwhelms us both, but unlike you right now I don’t have to listen to the upstairs neighbors petty grievances, the next door lady wondering where her kid is at these ungodly hours, the stoner in the elevator, or the homeless man wondering if his dollar store hooch was tainted with something because right now there was the freaking Homelander hovering above him! So I listen to her… right at my feet… gargling… hacking… I didn’t cut deep enough, and we both can hear it… knife still in my hand, her mind is nothing but the flashing lights of a faraway train, it’s ever so silent as the train drives off, all she can think off is a trip to europe when she was a child, and the snow devoured the sun and the music, it was just her, the train, the snow and us now.

“‘Is not what it looks like?’ Is that what you want to say?”

yeah. I mean… Can I? I licked the knife clean as if it was residuals from an apple, trying not to roll my eyes at you.

“Evening… John… Homelander.” My hand is on the window latch letting the cold breeze in, your eyes suffocating me just like the bitch behind us…  I almost whimpered as they lost their candor giving me back blue moons– What brings you here?”

You points behind me, unable to believe I just said that, I give way for you.

Always staring at me– I want to hear your thoughts… for the first time in all my years of life I am yearning to listen, feeling every particle of my being falling apart as they're begging me to listen to your thoughts once more… but I can’t… Right now I’m in Finland, is winter, is cold-- everything you aren’t… because I am sorry… I pry so much.

The way you watch me isn’t undressing me further, I am mostly bare, just underwear and sweat and my soul too tainted for you to want to seek, I can’t make sense of that smirk on your lips that has only now begun to reach your eyes… this somehow has amused The Homelander, your laugh scares me far more than your ray-guns– are you mocking me!? No you…you wouldn't be, you’re gentleman after all, if you wanted to mock me… you would treat me like Miss Barrett, or Kevin.

I mean… I don’t want you to hate me. We are perfect for each other. We would be perfect… so just… let me… explain.

“Where do you like me to start?”

Your foot crushed the skull leaving it nothing but a gummy, clumpy pancake under your booth, sick of hearing it mope and cry for any longer it seems, you immediately threw your cracked phone at my feet.

“The beginning.” The Homelander growled.

[blush-blush-imagines]

Hey, I had an idea and had to share. What do you think Stirling, Seth and Reece would do about their S/O mortality? Like, do you think they would try to make them immortal to be forever with them or something like that?

(I just really like the mortal x immortal trope and I want to see if you have any headcanons for those boys)

Honestly yeah Mortal x Immortal is a fun one. Also hi, welcome to another episode of 'One of these boys has a big ho-hum about whether or not they're actually ready to commit to something' why do I keep headcanoning these nerds as having commitment issues

~ Mod Sirina

Stirling

It’s something he ends up thinking of rather often. 

The warmth you stir from deep within his chest is… foreign. Strange and nigh-forgotten, but far from unpleasant. 

Of course an easy fix for it would be turning you.

But learning things like ethics and boundaries have been a real cornerstone in his own personal development since he met you

He himself was never turned, but he has his concerns with it. 

Because enduring things like having your humanity forcefully stripped from you can damage a person, y’know?

As a result it’s a question he ends up pushing off for a while

It’s like a marriage proposal except instead of having the option to back out via divorce, you're just a vampire now and forever have to deal with the fact that your ‘spouse’ is also immortal and bumping into them in the middle of everyday life is even more awkward. 

Because he knows you and he’s hoping you're more interesting than the type to just hide away in a cave or gloomy castle after becoming a vampire. 

Beyond mildly bruising his ego, do you realize how impractical that is? The only real sustenance you get in caves is bears and bats, that’s embarrassing for you. 

So he finally commits to asking you when he knows that A), he can handle it and any consequences that might come from it, and B), that you won’t be stupid about it

The first is a lot harder than the second. 

Seth

It is a thought that enters his head on occasion, and then almost immediately leaves it the second it’s there.

Out of the three Seth has the least amount of worry over it because like. 

Do you have any idea how high Heaven’s standards are? 

So, he just needs to go on a little adventure after you die, figure out which circle you get plopped in and then you can pick up where you left off

He also may or may not gently encourage some more… heretic behavior on your part 

Because the sixth circle isn’t that bad!

You get your own house and it’s nice and toasty! 

…He’s embellishing the truth a little bit, but honestly it’s really hard to sell Literal Hell to most mortals

But hey, at least when you get comfy in your circle and ‘play nice’ by Hell’s standards, he could probably pull some strings. 

He’s an Infernal Prince, he could probably get a soul moved around. He’s already been allowed to keep some in his little collector’s album, what’s one that still has legs, hm?

Reece

Contrary to the other two, Reece doesn’t really have a plan for when you die. 

It’s not like he has the same convenient way to visit you after you die, nor does he have any good ways to make you immortal off-hand. 

…Well. No ethical ones anyways.  

So, when your time finally does come, he does what he knows best and turns back the clock, so to speak. 

And somehow, no matter how often he does it, it’s always exhilarating, every time he gets to meet you again for the first time. 

He gets to continuously see your eyes light up when you see past wonders of the world you could only read about; when you see the farthest spectacles of the universe you could only dream of. 

He’s spent entire lifetimes with you like this, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

…Though some lifetimes are shorter than others, and he’s ashamed to admit that most of the shorter ones are his fault. 

So only give him an awkward laugh on the occasions where he scrambles up to you on your second date with the most relief you’ve seen out of anyone. 

It’s not funny at all, the last time he saw you you were bleeding out in an alien maw, stop laughing. 

…Of course, he’s never admitted to you that he does it at all. Maybe you’d think him odd for it. Maybe you’d try to pry into what alternate timelines were like, and that either goes against his principles or makes him break down blubbering depending on the one he thinks of first. 

[safetycar-restart]

Hi Shels how are you? Hope you’re having a good day!

I have some thoughts on little!george, specifically little George loving calming relaxing video games (like animal crossing for instance). The thing is, he’s so little he can’t actually play any games by himself :( and big George just thinks they’re silly and childish and isn’t interested at all. But little!george, oh he loves them so much. The music is so calming and relaxing, he could just fall asleep to it.

So the solution? Sitting against reader (his back against readers chest) and watching you play the game. He can fully enjoy it without stressing or worrying about actually making decisions-you control the game, he simply cuddles in like a good boy and enjoys it. Maybe he gets involved a little bit, helping you pick the right furniture for your in game house, but mostly he just enjoys relaxing with you, occasionally giggling at the little “beep boop” sounds that the animals make. It is the perfect way to fully relax little!george and he loves it so much

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS!!!! SO MUCH!!! I've been wanting to discuss littles more and I love relaxing video games myself (I have an unhealthy amount of hours in slime rancher) so this is just amazing.

Firstly, maybe it starts because George likes to put lets plays on for himself when he regressed on his own? Cause little!George HATES being alone and he feels less alone when he can watch someone play a video game! Only relaxing ones though, cause scary video games are scary!! Way too scary!!

(Oddly enough, little!Lando loves scary video games? Well he loves cuddling with you while you play it)

Maybe it's actually Lando who gives him the idea?

So when George starts regressing around you, he already has a few channels he likes watching. Of course he still feels lonely when he watches them (he wants a cuddle buddy!!), but it's much better.

Originally he plans to not tell you anything about this, because he's well aware that's pretty odd and even a little embarrassing, but then he's little and cuddled against your chest, having the best time and he really wants to share the cute videos with you!!! You can't quite workout what he's asking, because he can't speak properly when regressed but eventually you understand that he wants his laptop. He puts on the playlist that big!George had made and asks you to watch with him.

You agree of course, and he has the best time!! Though sometimes the players choose things he doesn't like and then he gets all pouty, unhappy that he can't help them choose.

You offer to get him a switch and animal crossing, because of course he deserves that.

Originally he agrees and it's great, but then he tries to play and he gets all confused! The buttons are weird and complicated and how is he supposed to remember what does what? He's too small!!

You start to play to show him what to do, but then he starts suggesting things and cuddling into you and oh god this so much more fun! You've honestly never seen him so happy before and so relaxed.

So you just let him lay between your thighs, his back to your chest and he's so happy! He's so comfy and the characters are so cute and he even gets to make suggestions! He absolutely LOVES the interior design expansion cause he can help you design the homes!!

It's definitely one of his favourite activities ever.

Also, even though he's not big enough to play animal crossing on his own, you know who is? Mick! You and Mick have a little animal crossing island together that you play with George and George loves it!!