#i continuously forget it used to look like that

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

69 w/ sevika. thank u and goodbye ᕕ(◉Д◉ )ᕗ

I’ve been thinking of doing this for a long-ass time but I’ve just been so lazy :(( Also, I totally didn’t see your ask until like a few hours ago. Sorrryyyy!!!!

Dinner at Fifteen

Sevika x Female Reader

Content: No plot, sex: 69 (obv). Explicit.

Not Proofread || Note: It’s roast beef n hairy gtfo my face!

At first, you assumed it’d be vanilla. Fingering and making out, nothing too fancy.

You were laying on your back, spread on the bed, your legs trembling as your girlfriend’s two, pretty large, fingers curling against of you. Hitting your walls and pushing against her target. She gave you the pleasure you needed and your orgasm was amazing, as always, thanks to your hard working woman.

But, it was when Sevika leaned down, kissed your forehead, and whispered a soft; “I wanna try something,” with flesh arm around your waist, “y’up for it?”

And, just like that, you were ontop. Your face infront of your girlfriend’s cunt as she latched her mouth onto your pussy. It took you a second to get used to the position, considering it was, sort of, embarrassing for you— and new.

You’d never thought Sevika would be down for such a thing. You assumed she’d done her research.

Looking down at her, spread, your eyes soaked in her dark cunt. Her wetness running down from her entrance, her clit right by your parted lips, with her pretty, dark folds open and ready with the help of your two fingers. Don’t get yourself started on how hot she looked with her unshaven pussy.

Your girlfriend had her grip on your ass, occasionally giving you a slap and a squeeze. The cool metal of her mech hand sent a shiver through you, and so did her tongue skills. You moved her curly pubes aside and got to work. To be frank, she tasted amazing. You understood why she was so hell bent on eating you out every few days— seemingly, she was obsessed.

Tongue circling Sevika’s clit, you could hear your girlfriend’s barely audible grunts. The soft groan that left her lips everytime you touched the right spot. The slight twitch in her thighs that gave away just how good she felt— not to mention the way she desperately bucked her cunt into your mouth.

As you tried your hardest to make her cum, she was working ten times that. Sevika knew your weak spots, knew exactly where to move her tongue. And she took advantage of that. Sucking on your clit, running her tongue over it, circling it, and even giving it a soft bite. She was eating you out like you were a damn feast. And, of course, you were weak for it, completely distracted by the amazing feeling your girlfriend was providing for you, that you almost forgot to return the favour.

You continue your play, able feel the heat pooling in your stomach, able to feel your clit throbbing like crazy. For Sevika’s pleasure you held back your orgasm, wanting to give your girlfriend the same pleasure she had given you countless times.

“Fuck, baby..” Sevika breathlessly let out, giving your ass a squeeze of approval. She felt good. You could tell. “Just like that.”

You tried your hardest to keep up, keep giving Sevika the sensation she needed to cum. You, in the mood for experimenting, decided to do something that your girlfriend would do to you, show her how good it felt when she did it. Playing with her clit, you slither your two fingers in her entrance and watch as she bucked her hips further. You got to work almost immediately, hitting her g-spot with enough pressure to make her whimper. It sent a jolt to your cunt, causing you to clench. Your girlfriend’s legs were shaking and you had just began eating her out. You knew full well she was sensitive when it came to her own cunt.

“Fuck.” She’d whisper under her breath, completely forgetting to suck at your clit. She unlatched her mouth from you and let her head fall back, which you whined at. “That’s s’good, baby.” Her words of praise didn’t go unappreciated, they made your core hot, and you were glad— proud— you could make her feel as good as she did you.

You continued with the technique your girlfriend had used on you, you’d picked it up after a few uses. And, obviously, she enjoyed every second of it. “I’m— god.. you’re so.. damn good at that,” at her grunted words you fastened your pace.

Sevika’s walls clenched against your fingers and you could taste her wetness, you could gladly admit that you could eat her for hours— if she let you; considering she’d probably be overwhelmed after the second orgasm. Even so, you’d love to see it.

“Fuckfuckfuck— baby, right there!” Sevika rambled on, whimpering with her hands tightly gripping your ass, with her head thrown back, and her jaw open, you wished you could see that pretty face of hers.

With a shaky, muffled whimper your girlfriend finally came. Her hips bucked harder against your mouth and you fastened your pace to help her ride through her orgasm. Her legs were a trembling mess and you swore her hips were shuddering against you.

Sevika’s arms fall out onto the bed and that was your cue that she had finished. So, you slip your moist fingers out of her, unattach your mouth from her swollen clit, and pull off of her. On your knees and sat beside your girlfriend, your opposite hand brushed back her hair from her forehead.

“Come here,” her voice lazily quiet, yet still demanding. “I’m here.” You shifted near and let your girlfriend’s flesh arm wrap around your hip. “Lay down, dumbass.” Her breathless chuckle hummed through you and you did as she said. “Calling me a dumbass after I just made you finish? Alright, be that way.”

With a playfully sassy eye roll, your girlfriend planted several kisses on your shoulder and neck; practically smothering you with them. “My apologies, your highness. It’ll never happen again,” she joked, continuing her kissing.

Wrapping an arm around her neck you play with the back of her hair, brushing it through your fingers. It was damp from her sweat but still so soft. You’re forgiven, peasant!” Your chuckled out words were responded with a slap on your ass— which made your smile disappear from your face. “This peasant could have you screaming in a heartbeat.” Sevika’s confidence was what attracted you, it even made you bite your lip. Your girlfriend press you firmly against her chest and you knew full well what was about to go down.

“Matter of fact, I’ll do that right now.”

(And then you both get down and freaky again and again and again and again!)

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

Steve had to admit; it took him some time to realize what he was hearing.

In his defense, he was used to all that Demons and Darkness talk from his kids - and Eddie. Don't forget Mr. Dungeon Master Eddie Munson, that was apparently not a Kink Thing, but a DnD thing -, so he didn't really realize that dragons and epic fights and pierced hearts in a metal song weren't about a fantasy fight with literal dragons. He wasn't good with metaphors, okay?! Sorry for not expecting deep emotional topics from a metal band.

(He knew he was judgemental. He was working on it! It was just... Well. Sometimes he felt like it was harder to battle against the shit he learned from high school hierarchy, than against literal monsters.)

Also, who could blame him for thinking that dragon was about the demodogs or Vecna, or the demobats, or any other Upside Down craziness?! The demobats almost tore out Eddie's heart - he could definitely sing that amazingly beautiful metal song about that!

Yet...

The more he listened to the song, the more he looked closer...

He realized what it was.

It was a love song. A fucking love song!

The realization hit him hard. Like being hit by Billy Hargrove hard. He felt dazzled, confused.

He felt hurt.

Jealousy was a bitch. Even bigger than the word "bullshit" was.

But then... But then!

Eddie came out with another song. And another. And another. Lyrics full of drowning in sweet poison, being stabbed by rusty nails, and eaten alive by birds like Prometheus. (That last one was Steve's favorite. He loved all - how could he not; they were Eddie's! -, but something about the song, about the music and the lyrics moved him. "Punish me! Jail me! I'll always steal the fire! Hit me! Chain me! But I'll- BURN!")

The motifs were always mythical, fantastical, dark and painful. Steve was always shit at analyzing poems and symbols. Yet there he was, recognizing the themes. Recognizing himself in them. Himself - and Eddie.

Eddie never said anything about anything; not about the songs, not about his hurt feelings, and definitely not about his love for Steve. And Steve knew him, understood him. Eddie would continue sing his heart out, without saying anything to him, he would be content with the way things were. It was the tragic rockstar in him.

But Steve? Steve was different.

So, the moment the concert with Eddie's latest love song finished (bats. It was about bats. Of course it was about bats), Steve smiled.

"Do you think the next time you write a song about us, it can be about how delighted you are to be with your boyfriend?"

Eddie froze. And blinked. And stared some more.

Then, with sudden stars in his eyes, he replied, "No. But I can write about crawling into a beating heart and burrowing myself in it forever, helping it pump the blood as an irreplaceable clog in the delicate machine. That's good?"

Steve smiled, his heart beating faster as the tiny, imagined Eddie worked tirelessly. "That's perfect."

"Good."

"Good," they agreed.

Eddie WOULD write love songs for Steve, you guys just aren’t creative enough.

“But he likes metal!” I hear you shout. I shut your lips. He likes metal, yes, but I think a lot of you are confusing the type of metal Eddie listens to with like, hardcore black metal.

Eddie Munson listens to Metallica, Motorhead, Ronnie Dio, all THREE of which have love songs in their discography. Sure, he’s not writing about how much he loves the feeling of Steve’s lips against his and how the sun hits Steve’s eyes at just the right angle or something, but he IS writing about a looming monster, imprisoning him in chains that wrap tightly around his soul like a curse. A fire-breathing demon that pulls him back from his true desires- to capture the forbidden idol from its temple and slay the monster once and for all. He IS writing about running away with precious jewels and destroying all that comes in his path.

Eddie Munson’s writing Wizard-metal love songs about Steve Harrington in a language he’ll never understand. His band loves it because it’s fantastical, it’s intense, it’s metal. Eddie likes it because it’s about the feeling of loving someone that, to his knowledge, he can never have.

You guys gotta start getting wild with it, man. Because the Eddie I know is putting it all on the line tbh.

[sarahsangelicdoll]

ditzy doll reader gets upset when Rafe doesn't give her enough attention and talks with jj at a party to make him mad and finally pay attention to her

lowk something she’d do when she gets super desperate for any form of attention… also wasn’t sure if you wanted this smutty but it kinda seemed like it so heh i hope you don’t mine

Rafe eyed you, who was trotting around at the party in a small small mini skirt with a hunky belt clearly from the 2000s and a pathetic excuse of a pink tube top covering the bare minimum of your breasts. Tan marks emphasizing the shape of your breasts. Your arm clung around that damned pogue JJ Maybanks’s arm. Body pushed obnoxiously up close against him. Rafe- while seeming relatively unbothered, was simmering with both jealousy and anger under the surface, and you knew it too. You saw the way his lips were in more of a line than usual and the way his jaw continuously clenched, and lastly lets not forget the way the veins in his arm were popping out more than they naturally did.

Rafe knew you were frustrated at him because he’s been busy with stuff, not being able to be at your beck and call as you pleased. Usually, you wouldn’t be too upset, and definitely wouldn’t pull this shit. Perhaps that silly little head of yours got too far ahead of itself because of Rafes softer behaviour as of late, as it does every once in a while, which always ends up with you in the same position: Draped over his lap on your stomach, shorts or pants long gone or in the instance you’re wearing a skirt, it’s pushed up. Panties pulled down just enough to expose your pretty pussy or completely torn off.

Which is your exact, current position. A loud smack echoing off the walls of the empty bed room and mixing with the background noise of blaring music and drunk college students. You jumped up in your spot on his thighs, whining into the mattress that you buried your head into. “‘M sorry-“ You said as Rafe’s hand ran soothingly around where he just smacked.

“Sorry?” He questioned before raising his hand and placing four consecutive slaps on each one of your ass cheeks, eliciting high pitched, pained squeaks to leave you as you clutched the sheets of the bed tighter. “‘Cause my pussy be saying a different story baby, s’it saying you liking this shit instead of feeling sorry.” He doubted your words as his hand moved down to run along your folds and down to the wet patch on his leg, all of the wetness your arousal. His middle finger rubbing tight, small circles on your clit. “Maybe since you still feel like lying to me i should just stop bringing you to all those Sabrina concerts, aye? what about that baby?”

You gasped at his harsh and threatening words, quickly shaking your head while using every ounce of resistance you had in you to not moan and prove his point. “No! please daddy, i mean it! s’i’ll never talk or touch JJ like that again! swear.” You begged and attempted to convince Rafe. You could feel his cock twitch in his shorts on your tummy, biting back a moan at the thought of his big cock that always splits you open, especially when he’s in a bad mood like this.

“Yeah? you promise?” He asked, soothing your ass with his hand still covered in your own arousal. You frantically nodded as you kicked your feet slightly, body relaxing a bit more at his soothing touch, somehow missing the underlying hint of mockery and planning that was present.

And suddenly Rafe was pulling your underwear up and skirt down. Smoothing the wrinkles of your skirt before he patted your behind. You looked up at Rafe confused as you sat up onto lap.

Rafe grinned at your confused expression, lifting you off his leg and to stand, him standing up after you. “Why you lookin at me like that baby? Said you were sorry so i stopped the punishment.” He said with faux confusion before adding in a lower tone: “Unless you were lying to me?” His tone held a hint of both mockery, amusement and completely laced with control.

You pouted slightly but shook your head no, not in the mood for an even harsher punishment just because you lied to him- and you couldn’t possibly risk your precious concert dates, “Good, then let’s go join the party yeah?” So you simply let him wrap an arm around your waist and pull you towards the door. grabbing his beer off the night stand. He took a swig and looked down at you. Big ass knowing grin on his face at your belief that you actually tricked him and your pout of disappointment. Ditzy lil you having no idea of what’ll happen when you twos get home alone <3

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2024 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours

⟡ ݁₊ . sorry for this being so late… love you anon love 💞

[shadamyheadcanons]

i love that you don’t put sonic as a jerk in your headcannons but rather supportive! this is so cool, because sonic really wants all of his friends to be happy and with amy wouldn’t be different, specially since they’ve known each other since they were children and sonic himself said that she is a special/dear person to him so i agree he would be happy if amy and shadow got together. as much as i love sonamy, i also love shadamy (sorry for the long ask it’s just that is not that common seeing sonic being portrayed like this in some ffs)

Thanks for the compliment! This one means a lot because I think I’m actually harsher toward Sonic sometimes than a lot of modern shadamy writers are. I say “modern” because new “Amy goes for Shadow because Sonic is a jerk” stories are actually few and far between. It’s easy to think they’re all over the place because there absolutely are a lot of them, but the ones I run into are usually from, like...2012. If you sort by Date Updated on AO3, it tells a different story, pun intended. I believe there are three main reasons for this:

1. Since half of shadamy fans started shipping them in SA2 two and a half decades ago, a ton of us are in our 30s now, writing more mature stories with more fine-tuned characterization. This is one of the advantages of having an ancient ship.

2. It’s a tired trope. We’ve all read a million of them. Most people don’t like how Sonic acts in them for his sake, but my biggest gripe is that they undersell what Shadow has to offer. He’s not just good for Amy because he’s Not Sonic, he’s good for her because of who he is.

3. Sonic treats Amy much better than he used to. The reason “Sonic is a jerk” fics were so common 10-20 years ago is because he was a jerk, almost exclusively to Amy.

These fics exist because no other character works better than Shadow as an arbiter of justice for something that bothered a lot of Amy fans at the time.

More on this under the cut. Lots more. I got kind of carried away.

It’s easy to forget how bad Sonic was when we have games like Frontiers and comics like IDW and Mega Drive now:

Between new fans who aren’t as familiar with older games, longtime fans who haven’t looked at their history in a while, and fans who love Sonic and just don’t want to see him in a bad light, tons of people sweep his old behavior under the rug without even realizing it.

I don’t think any of that is fair to Amy.

A brief reminder of their dynamic in the past:

1. Constant abandonment. He ran from her in Sonic Adventure...

...Sonic Heroes...

And four times in SA2 alone! More on that later.

2. Standing her up on dates. This mostly happened in Sonix X...

[Episode 42, episode 45]

...but there was also Sonic and the Black Knight, where he didn’t show up, didn’t apologize, never made it up to her, and made no attempt to reschedule.

3. Uh...literally hurting her, for some reason...?

At the end of Sonic Riders, when he didn’t feel like properly handling a hostage situation:

Oh, welcome back, episode 42! Didn’t expect to see you again:

The new version of Sonic Generations altered this cutscene, thank god, but back in 2011, players saw this:

4. And the worst part of this, to me, is that he lets her get her hopes up. It’s not just the almost-dates he skips. Knuckles teases Sonic in Heroes, saying, “Are you playing with that girl’s heart again, Sonic?” It’s intended as a joke, but then he does things like this:

Sonic X, episode 52. You know what roses are, Sonic, you know how she’ll interpret this, and you know you won’t follow through.

I know I’m picking on Sonic X a lot, but it was pretty popular at the time, even among fans who didn’t touch the games or comics. This was how they saw these characters growing up, and it made its way into countless fics.

But even after all these years, no matter which continuity you work with...he still won’t give her a solid “no.”

Not liking someone back is fine. Not being interested in a relationship is fine. But letting her believe she’ll win you over if she chases you long enough isn’t, and that’s what he’s doing to this day.

Fans throw around the same tired old “justifications” over and over for why he is/was like this to Amy, but they don’t hold water. People say he’s mean because he doesn’t know what to do with his feelings for her, but he liked Elise, too, and he was nothing but kind to her.

(Putting this here because although fans don’t like to admit it, Elise was indeed intended to be a love interest. She and Amy are presented on par here, so if you think he likes Amy, then he liked Elise, too. You get exactly the same result regardless of who you choose for this trial.)

The other frequent “justification” is that he ran and lashed out because he was afraid of her, often accompanied by awful Amy hate (“stalker,” “psycho,” etc.). This also doesn’t work because Sonic was always harsh to Amy no matter how gentle she was. Classic Amy is the sweetest, most adorable little munchkin in the world...

...and he still ran away.

^ These are from the same exact comic, by the way: IDW Sonic’s 30th anniversary. Five pages apart. How in the world could anyone not want her around?

Amy had more spunk in Adventure and Adventure 2, but she was just as sweet, and he still treated her like a pest to be swatted. The ending of her story in SA1 is this:

But...why should she have to? He treats everyone else with the same baseline of respect, at least until they give him a reason not to. Why is it just Amy? He wasn’t just mean to her, he was uniquely mean to her. She didn’t act out until Heroes in 2003, when she’d already been ignored for years. Standing on the sidelines wasn’t working, so she tried being more “proactive.” Was it the right way to do things? No...but I honestly can’t hold it against her. It makes sense in context. She was a kid, and kids act out when they’re neglected.

And this is where Sonic Adventure 2 comes in.

SA2 was pivotal for Amy. Nearly everyone tossed her aside; Sonic left her behind four separate times in this game alone. First was right after she broke him out of jail on Prison Island. He ran off the second her back was turned:

Second, he and Tails both walked away from her after Eggman blew up the moon. She easily could’ve gotten arrested here.

Third, Sonic and Tails made a plan to stop Eggman right in front of her, blatantly leaving her out of it as if she wasn’t even there:

...which, if you’ll recall, led to Eggman holding her at gunpoint:

...and when Sonic set out to rescue her, this was his recap:

This does not work as a joke given how they treat her. He pretends she doesn’t exist to her face, then says this behind her back.

And immediately after that, when it was time for them to save the world, they left her alone again.

I can’t speak for anyone else, but I was furious by that point.

But then...something interesting happened.

A photoset or gifset can’t do this scene justice, but I think most shadamy fans have already seen it plenty of times. For the few who haven’t, you can watch it here.

The contrast between Shadow and Sonic is impossible to ignore. By building up this moment the way they did, the writers primed us to notice it.

Sonic runs from Amy’s hugs, while Shadow would like more of them, please and thank you.

Sonic pretends she doesn’t exist, while Shadow’s moved to tears and changes the course of his life because he values what she has to say.

Anytime they’ve interacted since then, he’s been uniquely respectful and gentle with her. It’s what she deserves, and for a long time, this was all we had. He was all we had.

The other half of the equation is that it is very, very easy to picture Shadow taking Sonic and the others to task for their mistreatment of her. As a blunt person who’s not afraid to confront Sonic, Shadow is the most believable candidate to this day. The only person to fully respect her from the start also happens to clash with the person who hurts her most often? Of course those fics exist. It’s a perfect storm.

And it’s no wonder that this attitude persists somewhat even now, because Sonic is still doing this, even if he’s “nicer” about it. That prison escape from SA2? The one he never thanked her for? He still gives all the credit to Tails for that, even up through Frontiers:

Amy. Amy broke you out of prison. Tails broke in, and then she snuck through a maximum-security prison, somehow stole a card key, and saved your life. We’re in the 2020s, but he’s still disrespecting her. And don’t get me started on the TailsTube Secret Santa episode.

It feels like Sega wants us to forget all of this ever happened, and it has some very confusing results. From that same Sonic 30th anniversary comic from above, the one where he and the others abandoned her:

Like...this? This is lying. He’s just lying to her. I can’t tell if they think we all collectively have amnesia or if it’s some weird, mean-spirited joke at her expense. I genuinely don’t know what they’re trying to say.

It’s not enough to pretend it never happened and move on, not to me. Sonic should be held responsible for what he canonically did. Him supposedly being bad with feelings didn’t make it hurt her any less, and he’s older than Amy, so he should’ve been the mature one.

The longer the writers keep this up, the worse Sonic looks, and I don’t think that’s what they’re aiming for. Ignoring the problem is not a solution. Amy might forgive, but I’ll never forget.

I just want to see a canon apology so I can reason out why she put up with it for so long. I want to at least be able to buy her having a crush on him. I can do that when he’s being selfless and heroic. I can’t do that when he treats her like the plague, and pretending he never did doesn’t match the Sonic I legitimately like. I bet a lot of s0namy fans would like to see a resolution like that, too.

Sorry to turn your thoughtful compliment into a rant. I really do appreciate it, and I’m glad you enjoy the stories!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

blanket and babbling

mattheo riddle x single mom!reader where he charms you and benjamin to sleep

↬ word count : 1,138 words ˎˊ˗

↬ warnings : mattheo being utterly swoon-worthy, extreme fluff and softness

↬ au part? : yes ➺ ♡

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You had barely slept the night before, your four-month-old son, Benjamin, fussing without his favorite blanket. “Blankie,” as you’d affectionately started calling it, had been his comfort since birth—a soft, pale blue swaddle that always seemed to soothe him. Without it, his cries were louder, his little fists clenching as if protesting the universe itself for taking it away.

When the doorbell rang the next morning, you nearly jumped. Benjamin was balanced on your hip, hiccuping softly after another restless night, and you were in no state to see anyone. Your hair was barely tamed, and you were still in your oversized hoodie and leggings, but you shuffled to the door anyway.

“Hi,” came a voice that instantly drew your attention.

You blinked, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. There stood Mattheo, his dark curls slightly tousled and his leather jacket slung over one shoulder. His brown eyes sparkled with something soft, and in his hand—oh, in his hand—was Blankie.

“I think this belongs to someone,” he said, his lips quirking into a sheepish grin as he held the blanket up.

Your mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

“The driver recognized me,” Mattheo continued, his voice almost apologetic, as if he was nervous. “She handed it to me this morning, said it might belong to a baby she’d seen on my route. I figured it was probably your little guy.”

At the sight of his blanket, Benjamin perked up instantly, letting out a loud, happy gurgle that made Mattheo’s grin widen.

“Oh, my God,” you finally managed, stepping aside to let him in. “You have no idea how much you just saved me. Come in—please, I owe you coffee or something.”

Mattheo hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside, his presence filling the small space. He handed over Blankie, and Benjamin immediately latched onto it, clutching the fabric with his tiny fists and pulling it close to his face.

“See, Benny?” you cooed, bouncing him lightly. “The nice man brought back your Blankie. Can you say thank you?”

Benjamin burbled nonsense in response, but his delighted smile felt like gratitude enough.

Mattheo chuckled, his voice low and warm. “He’s got good taste. That’s a nice blanket. Super soft.” He reached out and lightly brushed the fabric, as if testing it himself.

You laughed, motioning toward the living room. “Well, Blankie is his prized possession. Sit down—I’ll make coffee. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve done for us.���

Mattheo followed you into the cozy space, his hands shoved into his pockets. He sat on the edge of the couch, glancing around with a curious but polite expression. His attention shifted back to Benjamin, who was now happily gnawing on the corner of Blankie.

“So,” Mattheo said as you bustled around the kitchen, “you’re raising this little legend on your own?”

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling softly. “Yeah, just me and Benny. It’s been a lot, but moments like this make it worth it.”

Mattheo nodded, his expression thoughtful. “You’re doing great. He looks like a happy kid.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. As you handed him a mug of coffee, you noticed how naturally he seemed to fit into your space—leaning back on the couch with Benjamin gazing up at him curiously.

Time seemed to fly as you and Mattheo sat together in the living room, Benjamin happily occupying himself with Blankie and the occasional attention from his newfound friend. The conversation was light and easy, punctuated by Benjamin’s occasional giggles as Mattheo made silly faces or tapped his tiny nose.

But eventually, the little boy’s eyes started to droop.

“Nap time?” Mattheo asked, noticing Benjamin rubbing his eyes with a tiny fist.

“Supposed to be,” you sighed, already anticipating the battle. “But he’s been extra stubborn lately. He just doesn’t want to miss anything.”

You scooped Benjamin up, cradling him as you tried your usual routine—gentle rocking, soothing shushing sounds—but he fussed and squirmed, letting out small, insistent cries.

Mattheo stood, his hands on his hips. “Alright, little man,” he said, his voice light but determined. “You and I are going to have a talk about naps.”

You blinked at him, surprised but amused as he reached out to take Benjamin. “You sure?”

Mattheo nodded confidently. “I’ve got this.”

You hesitated but handed Benjamin over, watching in awe as Mattheo settled him against his chest. He started pacing the living room, humming softly—a tune you didn’t recognize but found oddly comforting.

Benjamin stared up at him, wide-eyed at first, but his tiny body gradually relaxed. Mattheo’s deep voice mixed with the rhythm of his steps, and within minutes, your son’s eyelids fluttered closed.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “You’re a miracle worker,” you whispered, your voice full of awe and gratitude.

Mattheo grinned, his voice low so as not to disturb Benjamin. “It’s all about confidence. Babies can smell fear.”

You laughed softly as he carefully laid Benjamin in his crib, making sure Blankie was tucked snugly by his side.

When he turned back to you, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to you. “You’re amazing,” you murmured, sinking onto the couch. “Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you today.”

Mattheo chuckled, sitting down beside you. “Happy to help.”

The warmth of the moment, combined with the quiet of the room, was too much for your tired body. You had no idea when your eyes drifted shut, but the next thing you knew, you felt the soft weight of a blanket being draped over you.

You stirred slightly, opening your eyes just enough to see Mattheo crouching beside you.

“Hey,” he said softly, his hand lightly shaking your shoulder. “I’m heading out. Didn’t want to just disappear.”

You sat up quickly, suddenly wide awake. “Oh, Mattheo, thank you so much—for everything. Seriously, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

He smiled, brushing a curl out of his face. “It’s no problem. I’m glad I could help. You’ve got a great kid there.”

You stood, walking him to the door. “Feel free to come by any time,” you said earnestly, your cheeks warming slightly. “I mean it. You’re welcome here whenever.”

Mattheo looked at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before a soft smile spread across his face. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his voice warm.

As he stepped out into the hallway, he turned back one last time. “Take care of yourself, okay? And let me know if you ever need anything.”

You nodded, watching as he disappeared down the stairs. When you closed the door and turned back to the peaceful silence of the apartment, you found yourself smiling.

It wasn’t just Benjamin who had been comforted that day.

[airybcby]

This new event seems so cool!!! Can we get Karasu w/ 🍊 and 🍫

(The orange chocolate addiction definitely hasn’t influenced this request.)

of course !

a karasu tabito chocolate covered orange

જ⁀♡⊹｡° memories i never can escape

♡ a/n — for my more than a married couple event :)

♡ content — karasu tabito x gn! reader, gn! reader, ex bf! karasu, pining (karasu) , talks of the past, slight feelings coming back?, unrequited love, karasu needed to "focus on his career", set in high school

♡ synopsis — Loving Karasu Tabito once had been hard enough. Loving him again would destroy you.

If someone had told you that Karasu Tabito would reappear in your life after everything that happened, you wouldn’t have believed them.

You’d spent the better part of a year trying to forget him. Trying to forget how things ended between the two of you.

It wasn’t a messy breakup—no screaming, no slamming doors, no vicious words hurled in anger. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Karasu had told you he needed to focus on his career. That soccer was everything to him, and he couldn’t give you the time or attention you deserved. You didn’t argue. You didn’t cry.

You just smiled—softly, sadly—and told him you understood.

And then you left.

It was the kind of ending that didn’t leave scars, but something deeper. An ache that lingered in the quiet moments when your mind wandered back to him.

When you saw his name listed as your partner for the marriage simulation program, your stomach twisted painfully.

You considered withdrawing, coming up with some excuse to get reassigned, but you didn’t.

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was something else.

Either way, you found yourself standing at the door of the shared apartment, your suitcase in hand, and Karasu Tabito opening the door.

“Hey,” he said, his voice familiar but hesitant.

“Hey,” you replied, stepping inside without meeting his eyes.

The apartment was modern but small, with a kitchen that bled into the living room and two bedrooms down the hall.

“This is...unexpected,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” you said shortly, brushing past him. “It is.”

The first few days passed in a blur of awkward silences and stilted conversations.

Karasu tried to break the ice, cracking jokes and making casual comments, but you weren’t ready.

You kept your distance, throwing yourself into the program tasks and avoiding him as much as possible.

But Karasu wasn’t one to give up easily.

It started with small things.

Like how he remembered exactly how you took your coffee and made it for you every morning without asking.

Or how he insisted on carrying the heavier groceries up the stairs, even when you told him not to.

And then there were the moments when he looked at you—not with pity or regret, but with something softer. Something you couldn’t quite name.

One evening, the two of you were tasked with preparing a mock date night.

“Let’s make it casual,” Karasu said as he cooked dinner, his sleeves rolled up and his hair tied back. “Something low-key, like old times.”

The mention of old times made your chest tighten, but you nodded.

When the table was set, and the food was served, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve gotten better at cooking,” you said, taking a bite.

“I had to,” he replied with a smirk. “Turns out, living off instant ramen isn’t sustainable.”

The conversation flowed easily after that, like it used to before everything fell apart.

Later that night, as you washed the dishes together, he broke the silence.

“I miss this,” he said quietly.

You froze, your hands submerged in soapy water.

“I miss us,” he continued. “I miss you.”

You swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. “Don’t, Tabito. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I do mean it,” he said, his voice firm. “I never stopped meaning it.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. “You left, remember? You chose soccer over us.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I thought I was protecting you from a life where you came second to my career.”

“And what about now?” you asked, turning to face him. “What’s changed?”

“I have,” he said, stepping closer. “I know I screwed up, and I know I can’t undo the past. But if there’s any chance—any chance at all—I want to try again.”

For a moment, you let yourself believe him.

You let yourself imagine what it would be like to have him back in your life, to rebuild what you’d lost.

But then reality set in.

“You haven’t changed, Tabito,” you said softly, shaking your head. “Soccer is still your first love, and it always will be.”

“That’s not true,” he said desperately. “I can make this work. I can make us work.”

But you knew better.

When the simulation ended a few weeks later, you packed your things and left the apartment without looking back.

Karasu called after you, his voice breaking, but you didn’t stop.

Because loving him once had been hard enough.

Loving him again would destroy you.

so many ppl have requested 🍊 and 🍫 recently so sorry if it seems repetitive :)

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[buttsmasher]

Demarcus (Edited)

Warnings Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Straight x Gay, Passing out from farts, Eproctophilia, Use of the F Slur

You try not to stare as Demarcus runs around the track. But the way his ass moves up and down in those tight pants is just purely erotic. You can’t not stare, and you know you can’t be the only one. No man should have an ass that fat and so hypnotic. You just try to take a peek and next thing you know, you dick is straining in your trainers as you’ve watched him run two laps.

You firmly shut your eyes and put your head in your hands so there’s absolutely no way you can keep staring. You keep willing your boner to go away so you can go back to stretching and start your morning jog, but your mind keeps wandering to Demarcus’s massive ass. You can’t help but imagine having him sit straight down onto your face after running all day in this terrible heat.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You say absentmindedly as you ball your hands into fists. “Come on man, get yourself together.” You gave your cheeks two slaps before jumping up and bouncing from foot to foot. Your eyes are still closed and by some miracle your boner has decided to leave. But when you open your eyes, you freeze.

Demarcus is currently in front of you bent over touching his toes, his ass in perfect view. Your mouth falls open and you can feel drool starting to drip out of your mouth. His ass is just...perfect. There’s no other word for it, and you just want to know what it feels like. Your body takes a step closer to where he’s currently stretching. You have no control over yourself as you move on auto-pilot. 

You watch as your hand reaches out and smacks his sizable ass. Then your hand grasps his right cheek and you shake it. His ass fills your hand completely and you can smell his musky body from where you’re standing. Your eyes go up his back and you come eye to eye with him. He’s giving you a confused look as he looks down at your hand and then back up to you and he gives you the most shit-eating grin.

“You havin’ fun?” He asks knowingly.

“Uh-uh I-I-” You fumble for words as you snatch your hand away. “Wh-why did I do that?” 

“It’s alright bud.” He claps your shoulder. “You’re not the first fag to get overwhelmed by me.” 

“I’m-uhh-” You clear your throat “not a fag?” You don’t know why it comes out as a question but it makes Demarcus laugh. 

“Look man,” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. “I know I have a great ass. I ain’t blind. And what kind of human would I be if I didn’t let a fag get off to my ass every now and then.” He moves a hand of yours so it’s touching his glutes. 

“Uh thanks?” 

“You’re welcome.” His smile is very confusing, a bit cocky but also a bit genuine. You’re not too sure what to make of it. You both stand there quietly as he continues to let you grope his ass. He then slowly moves your hand over his crack.

PFFFFFFF

You stare at him in horror as you realize he just farted on your hand. 

“Well I have to get going.” He looks at an imaginary watch. “See ya around?” You stare at your hand and then back at him then back at your hand.

“Yeah-well maybe?” Your confusion makes him laugh and you watch as he walks away.

“See ya tomorrow fag!” He gives a wave and you wave back even though he’s not even looking at you. 

“Tomorrow? Yeah.” You mumble the words not really registering with you. All you can focus on is your hand. You slowly bring it up to your nose and you take a small whiff. Your eyes go cross as his lingering ass funk fills your nose. You need to get home now!

You rush back to your car to head home, totally forgetting to even do your workout. The only thing you can focus on is how his ass felt as you squeezed and how amazing that fart smelt on your hand. You can’t even wait to get home and end up having to stop on the side of the highway to rub one out. You end up cumming in your boxers and by the time you get home it’s all gross and dried.

You plant your face against your steering wheel to catch your breath. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” You sigh.

*****The Next Day*****

You’re embarrassed to say that you came back the next day just to see Demarcus in action again. Not even pretending to do a workout today, you try to hide in an inconspicuous spot where you don’t think he’ll be able to notice you. You even bring binoculars with you. 

Shit, maybe he’s right. Maybe you are a fag.

You’re looking through them, trying to find any sign of him when finally you see him exit the locker rooms and head out to the track. This time he’s wearing a tighter pair of shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. 

You take a big gulp, trying your best not to let your mind get overwhelmed with even more inappropriate thoughts. You can’t lie though, you came about 5-7 times last night from different scenarios you would beg Demarcus to try. But right now, this is probably the best you’ll get.

You spy as Demarcus stretches on the side of the track. Again his ass is in perfect view and your dick is quickly tightening your pants. He lifts his leg up to his butt and holds it for a moment and then does the other before he finally starts jogging around the track. You notice he seems to be going slower than yesterday and in his second lap you can see himself fanning his face like he smelled something bad. 

Your mind immediately goes back to one of your mastubatory dreams from last night where he loads you up with his manly gas. The thoughts make your dick thoroughly strain against your boxers and you try your best to think of anything else. 

Demarcus stops in front of you, maybe 20 feet away from your hiding spot. He puts his hands on his knees and takes a couple of deep breaths.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

From your vantage point, you can hear him releasing terrible torrents of gas. “Fuck.” He says pretty loudly as he rubs his stomach. “What did they put in that protein shake?” Demarcus stretches to the left and then to his right and makes eye contact with you. You see his pained face turn into a mischievous smile. 

“Well hey there fag face!” He says standing upright. You give a short wave back as he walks towards you. “Were you here hiding from me?” 

“Nooo.” You say unconvincingly. “I just like-uh-being one with nature.” 

“Sure you do.” You see his right eye twitch.

PFFFFFFFFFFFF

“I’m telling ya man, I’ve got the worst gas today.” He pats his stomach a couple times.

“Yeah I can, uhh, hear that.” 

“If only there was a fag ‘round here, that would graciously sniff these butt blasts so I don’t have to smell them.” You gulp, he couldn’t possibly mean you could he. “Do you know one?” You shake your head no. “You sure?” You nod. “Well if you find one, tell him I’ll be in the locker rooms.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.” You whisper-yell as Demarcus jogs back towards the direction of the locker rooms. You argue with yourself whether or not you’re going to go. “I have to go.” You stand upright. “I have to.” You quickly jog after Demarcus.

When you get to the locker room, you see Demarcus bending over the bench and letting out soft groans.

PFFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFF PFFFFFFFFFF

He’s still letting out farts and you can’t stop yourself from walking up behind him and getting on your knees. Demarcus notices you and makes a show of shaking his ass. “Couldn’t stay away couldya?” You sheepishly shake your head no and you take a loud inhale of his musky ass. “It’s alright, all you fags need to learn at some point.” He moves his hand behind your head and holds you firmly against him. “You can’t resist an alpha.”

PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

You’re subjected to the pure manly stank of him. It’s raw and terrible and it makes your eyes water. He strongly smells of rotten eggs and you have to ask yourself how you got yourself in this situation. You don’t fight him though, you just stay there taking deep whiffs of his ass funk. 

“There you go, breathe me in.” Your mouth slightly falls open. “Let my ass control your thoughts.” His voice is so calm and addicting, you fall into a trance. “Deep breath.” You take a large inhale.

PFBRBRBBFFFFTTTT PFFF

He times the farts perfectly making sure you get a lungful of his toxic fumes. “Yeah, like that. Breathe me in fag.” You take another large breath not wasting any of the rotten garbage he’s releasing from his ass. 

He lets go of the back of your head. “Lay down for me fag.” 

“Yes sir.” You obey laying down on the rough concrete floor.

“Good fag.” He squats down over your face, his ass not quite touching you.

PFFFFFFFBRBRB PFFFFFFF PFFFF PBFBFBF PFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFF

“Aww fuck.” He sighs in relief and you push your head against his clothed ass again. “You like how that smells?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Yes Alpha.” He corrects.

“Yes alpha.” 

“What’s it smell like?”

PRFFFBFFFTTT PFFFFFFTTTT

“Old eggs. Rott-rotten sewage?” You struggle to put a coherent thought together, your fag brain blissed out. 

“Do you want more?”

“Please alpha, give me more.” You beg and you hear him chuckle. 

“Anything for you faggot.” You watch as he pulls his shorts down so you’re staring at his bare ass. He finally puts his full weight on you by sitting down straight onto your face.

PFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFTTT

“That’s just for you fag. So make sure you get it all in your fag lungs.” 

“It smells so good, alpha.” Your brain is empty with the only thought to serve him. 

“You fags are so easy. One whiff of a man, and here you are. Begging me for my nasty farts. You’re as bad as a pig. You know that right? You’re a pig, fag.”

PFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFFFTTT

You know he’s right. You should be disgusted, but seriously you’re so fucking hard you’re scared that you’re about to unload in another pair of your boxers. Your eyes are rolled back in pleasure as you inhale everything he gives you.

“I bet I could make you cum from this.” He waggles his hips, making sure you’re bounced between both of his cheeks. “Think you could cum from my farts piggy?” You fevisherly nod your head yes, and he laughs. “Fucking pathetic.” He gets out between laughs. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

And there it is. You’re seeing stars as you start shooting your load in your boxers.

PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFTT

His ass doesn’t let up as your back arches from the amount of cum you’re shooting. It’s probably one of the best orgasms that has rocked your body.

PFFFFFBRBRBFFF PBBBFFFFFFFFFFFF

Fart after fart gets let loose to the point that you go from seeing stars to everything going black from lack of fresh air.

“Alpha.” You struggle.

“Nighty night piggy.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT

Everything goes black as your head falls lax onto the concrete floor. The worst smelling fart knocks out any remaining fresh air that you had left. Demarcus gets up leaving you on the floor to marinate in his stink. When you do finally wake up, you find his scent still lingering all over you and your shorts are sticky from dried cum.

You can’t help it that your hand snakes its way down to your dick and you start jacking off to the lingering scent of the alpha. It’s natural for a piggy to love the stink, especially a piggy fag like you.

[yelenasdiary]

PLEASE, I need anything with Yelena being the best auntie to Wandanat's kid 😭

Afternoon with Aunt Lele

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Niece! Reader

Summary: Aunty Yelena is asked to look after you for the afternoon. 

Tiny Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of schoolyard bullying (its light) | 1.8K

AC: Reader is 7 here, thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x

A Widow’s Sunshine Masterlist

The bell rang loudly, another day of school was over! You and your friends rushed to grab your backpack, the hall crowded with children of all ages, all happy to be seeing their friends from over grades and making plans to go home together for a playdate or sleepover after all, it was Friday. You waited patiently for others to grab their belongings before you reached for your bag and carefully put some drawings you had finished in art class into your bag before swinging it over your shoulder. 

“Have a good weekend Y/n!” Your friend, America, smiled softly. 

“I will!” You replied watching her walk off with her other friends.

“Y/n!” You heard a familiar name call. You turned around and saw a young boy with big brown eyes smiling at you, “Nicholas, you have paint on your cheek!” You chuckled. “my friend was giving me a face paint” the boy replied. He was still classed as the new kid at school but that never bothered him, he made a few friends, you included and was always happy to see you. 

“Do you have plans for the weekend?” He asked as the two of you began to walk down the hall together. 

“I don’t think so, my mom’s might be working” you replied with a small hint of sadness.

“My mom said she’s taking me to a farmers market tomorrow” Nicholas said with excitement, “she said we can take Señor Scratchy with us on the car trip!” He added. 

“I wish I could take Liho with me on trips but she would run away” you said, shaking your head before the two of you stepped foot outside. Nicholas’s eyes quickly locked onto his mother, making his smile grow bigger. “There’s my mom! I’ll see you Monday!” He turned to you, giving you a friendly wave. “Bye Nicholas!” You smiled, waving back.

He ran towards the tall dark haired woman who would smile and wave to her whenever she saw you, you couldn’t remember her name, but you always waved back at her. 

As you continued to walk towards the school gates you couldn’t see any sight of your mom or Wanda which made you frown a little as you remembered the rules of not going pass the school gates unless you were with your mom or Wanda.

“Why the frown little widow?” You heard a familiar voice approach you. As you turned, your eyes grew wider with happiness as you laid eyes on your beloved aunty.

“Aunt Lele!!” You beamed, crashing into her with arms wide open. “Mom didn’t tell me you would pick me up” you added. Yelena smiled softly, hugging you back, “Last minute changes but it’s okay, right? Because we’re gonna have a fun afternoon” she explained as you pulled back to look her once more. 

“Did you bring Fanny with you?” You asked, soon forgetting the sadness of not seeing your mother after a long day. 

“She’s at home so why don’t we go and drop off your backpack, grab Fanny and go get some frozen yoghurt?” Your aunt suggested. You nodded quickly with excitement, naturally taking a hold of her hand before the two of you walked towards her blue pick-up truck. 

Once you arrived at your aunt’s small but cozy apartment, you didn’t waste any time throwing your backpack to the floor and greeting Fanny with a big hug. She licked your cheek making you giggle as you ruffled the fur of your aunts pet. Yelena couldn’t help but smile to herself at the sight in front of her. 

“She’s super fluffy!!” You smiled, brushing off some of her shredded fur from your school uniform. Yelena chuckled, “Kate gave her a wash yesterday, she also smells like strawberries” she said. 

“Can we take her to the park, aunt Lele, please?” You asked, bouncing on your toes. Yelena nodded, “sure, I’ll just go get her lead and collar” she smiled softly before walking into the spare room. 

----

As you walked down the sidewalk, Fanny trotted happily beside you, her tail wagging while you held on tightly to her lead. Yelena walking on the other side of you, trusting that Fanny wouldn’t wander too far where she would be pulling you along.  You admired how fluffy she looked, the way her fur danced in the breeze almost made her look like a little cloud. 

“How was school?” Yelena asked as the tree of you crossed the street towards the park. Fanny was already sniffing at every blade of grass as the playground in the near distance grew bigger for her. 

“It was good, I had art class today and music class!” You boosted, pausing in your steps to allow Fanny a moment to fill her nose with all kinds of different smells. “Sounds like a fun day” your aunt replied, staying close to you. 

“I drew a new picture for mommy but next time, I am going to draw something for you!” You replied, giving her a wide smile before handing her Fanny’s lead, “can I go play on the playground aunt Lele? Please?” You asked. 

“Just make sure I can see you at all times, okay?” Your aunt replied, “I’ll be sitting on that bench over there” she added, pointing to the park bench that was just outside the fenced playground. 

“I promise aunt Lele!” You said before running off to the color playground. Other kids that you had never met before were playing together, even including you on their little game of chase. Yelena and Fanny sat and watched as you ran freely around the playground, laughing whenever you were tagged. 

After a while, one of the young girls brought out her pink and yellow frisbee and asked if you wanted to play with her and some others in the open field part of the park. You of course asked for permission first from your aunt who allowed you to go play with your new friends, Fanny tagging along who soon stole the show.

Fanny loved catching the frisbee that you and the kids threw for her, she made all the kids around her giggle with excitement, eventually she would wear herself out and that told Yelena it was time to say goodbye to the park. 

----

“What flavour frozen yoghurt would you like little widow?” Your aunt asked, smiling down at you. 

“uhm” you paused in thought, looking at all the different flavors behind the glass display. “Mango please” you added, pointing to the soft yellow colored flavor. Yelena ordered two small frozen yoghurts then the two of you sat outside with Fanny to enjoy the frozen treat. 

While you were enjoying the sweetness of your mango treat, out of nowhere, you were reminded of the comments a girl in your class made about your artwork in class today. Yelena, seeing the light in your eyes start to fade felt her brows frown ever so slightly. 

“What’s up little widow, is your yoghurt not good?” She asked, catching your attention.

You shook your head, “it’s fine, it’s yummy” you replied before scooping another small mouthful. 

“Are you missing your mom?” She asked, but again, you shook your head. “Did something happen at school?” She questioned. You looked up at her, “There’s this girl in my class, and she keeps saying mean things about my drawings. Today she poured glitter all over my drawing I made for mom and now I am worried mom won’t like it as much” you opened up, your eyes dropping to the frozen treat in your hands. 

Yelena, concerned for your feelings, leans in a little, “you know what? Not everyone knows how to appreciate creativity. They might not see how special your drawings are. I know you mom loves them” she smiles softly. 

“I hope so because I work really, really hard on them!” You pouted, looking down at your frozen yoghurt.

“I know you do” Your aunt comforts you, “maybe you could teach me how to make some awesome paintings like yours!” She added. Instantly, your eyes lit up as you looked up at her once again, a big smile growing on your lips, “I can teach you aunt Lele!!” You beamed with excitement, “we can make a painting for Fanny too!” You added. 

Your excitement warmed your aunt’s heart with joy, “I have one request though” she said before taking a small mouthful of her frozen treat. You nodded, your mouth full of mango goodness as you kept your eyes on here. 

“I have this big empty space on the wall in my living room, do you think maybe you know a really cool artist that loves to use lots of colours and different shapes that could make a big painting for that space?” She asked. 

“Me! I can do it Aunt Lele!! Please pick me!!!!” You almost jumped out of your seat, making your aunty chuckle at your excitement. 

“Do you think you’re up for the job little widow?” Yelena asked with a playful grin on her lips. 

“I am the best person for the job!” You replied, forgetting about the horrible teasing comments you had gotten from the girl in your class. Yelena couldn’t help but smile as you rambled on about all the fun ideas that quickly filled your imaginative mind. She knew she would have to make a trip to the arts and crafts store for when you could visit her next. 

----

Back at your aunt’s apartment, you were busy in the living room with Fanny lying beside you on the floor as you drew another wonderful and colorful picture for your mother, this one was about your afternoon with your aunt. You drew playing in the park with Fanny and getting frozen yogurt with your favorite aunty in the entire world. 

Yelena on the other hand was busy in the kitchen cooking up a big pot of macaroni and cheese for dinner, at your request. She would be sure to tell her sister that the pot of pasta was in fact your idea and not hers. 

“Aunt Lele?” You chirped, as a thought popped into your head.

“What’s up little widow?” Yelena asked, beginning to dish the macaroni and cheese into two bowls. 

“Can I come with you and Fanny next time you go on your big walks? Mommy said you like to take her to the forest” you asked, always wishing you’d be able to tag along one day. 

“Of course! We would love for you to come with us! I’m going to take her next weekend, so I’ll ask your mom later when she comes to pick you up” 

“Thank you, Aunt Lele!!!” You jumped with happiness.

“No worries little widow, now, dinner is ready so how about you go wash your hands?” She suggested with a soft smile. You didn’t waste any time before rushing off to the bathroom, eager to eat some of your aunt’s famous macaroni and cheese.

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[youkeepmehigh]

Kevin’s Heart

Ekko x fem!reader 18+ This is for future use in my new Wattpad series The Butterfly Effect sooo you should definitely check it out ;) Also I listened to the song Kevin’s Heart by J. Cole while writing this hence the title so if you want you should listen to it while you read this or just listen it whenever it’s a good song lol

Ekko is a hard worker guy, leading the Firelights and working on all his little projects in his workshop and like everyone else he gets stressed out from time to time. Especially when he locks himself up in his workshop for hours and maybe even days on end. Everyone’s too scared to check on him, afraid they’ll get cussed out for disturbing him but not you.

You sat on the bed in his workshop just watching him with a slight frown. He’d write something down, try and go with, realize it wouldn’t work, erase. He repeated that cycle many times before getting frustrated. “Fuck!” He cursed throwing his pencil down on his desk before leaning back in his chair, pinching his nose bridge and sighing heavily as he tried to keep himself composed.

You got up from the bed quietly making your way towards him. You stood behind him massaging his tense shoulders. “You’re gonna burn yourself out at this rate…” You practically whispered in his ear, you felt him slowly start to relax, melting at your touch. “I know…” He said softly as he took his hand away from his face resting it in his lap, you let out a soft hum a small smile forming on your face as an idea formed in your head.

“You wanna take a little break?” You asked as you ran your hands down his chest, making your voice so soft and sweet he couldn’t immediately dismiss you. “What’s going on up in that little head?” He asked tilting his head up at you, earning a small giggle from you. You gently ran your hands back up his chest stopping at his neck, you gave him a small yet somewhat passionate kiss getting a small groan out of him.

“You just relax while I take care of you, yeah?” You responded turning his chair away from his desk, you walked in front of him before getting on your knees making him visibly flustered. “Take…care of me?” He repeated feeling his stomach do flips just from seeing you like this, was what he thinking really about to happen? He’d never had a blowjob before…but he wasn’t going to admit it, no way.

“Mhmmm.” You hummed as you ran your hands along his thighs slowly making your way up to the belt of his pants, so very…antagonizing. He let out a small sigh as he leaned back slightly spreading his legs a bit wider. “That’s it, forget about everything else.” You said softly as your hands finally made it to his belt slowly unfastening it. He couldn’t resist just staring at you and your hands watching your every move, his dick activity growing in his pants.

Once you unfastened his belt you slightly pulled his pants down, met with his boxers and the bulge coming from underneath. “Someone’s excited to see me.” You teased as you put a hand on his lower abdomen slowly running it down his abs and his happy trail taking a moment to admire the short white hairs leading all the way under his boxers, you continued before stopping at his waistband for a moment before grabbing it and pulling it down, his cock practically burst out.

He was incredibly hard and big like more than you intentionally thought he was, you weren’t going to back down though you came so far already might as well finish the job. You were stuck in thought for a moment looking at it before being broken out of it by him saying something. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.” He teased waiting for you to make your next move, he was secretly trying to mask his nervousness with cockiness. “I don’t get cold feet.” You replied before taking a hand and grabbing his dick giving it slow strokes, if anything you were just being really bold right now. He let out a small huff at the sudden contact keeping his eyes locked on yours. You let out a giggle seeing his reaction starting to speed the strokes up.

After a few moments he was slowly becoming a mess. He was letting more desperate sounding moans and starting to squirm, he was trying his best not to though he wanted this moment to last for a good while. One thing he couldn’t stop was his hips instinctively thrusting into your hand every once in a while, letting out a small whimper as he did it. “Stay still.” You ordered as you sped up the pace even more making him let out a long groan.

He tried his best to stay as still as possible, his hands gripping the armrest of his chair. He never realized how rough his hands were compared to yours until now, yours were so soft almost as if you hadn’t lifted a finger your whole life at least compared to his. “Don’t be shy, use your words.” You teased as you slowly licked the leaking pre-cum off of his tip earning a moan out of him, making him toss his head back. “That feels so- so…fucking good…” He said softly, you were making it so hard to focus.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit seeing how much he liked this, you decided to take it a step further by wrapping your lips around his tip slowly bobbing your head on just his tip. “Oh my god…” he mumbled resting the back of his hand on his forehead, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. This already felt better than he ever had imagined, the high he was getting from this was different than any other high he’s felt. This high felt dangerous.

He felt almost as if he didn’t deserve any of this, to be treated like this, to be loved like this. But he felt too good to care right now.

You slowly started going down further and further, still stroking and twisting at him with one hand your other hand resting on his thigh. He glanced down at you watching you intensely, he felt like he might of just found the love of his life but it still felt so wrong having to a Plitie all over him like this. His hand went over to you tangling his fingers in your hair before grabbing you by it, he set the pace just the way he wanted it. Slow.

You let him do as he wanted, when you felt his hand gripping your hair you started to notice how wet this was actually making you. You slipped your free hand down your pants, starting to play with yourself as you sucked him off, rubbing your clit in circles. He let out more and more noises getting louder by the minute as he felt his release coming, he was worked up before but now you replaced it with a different type of worked up, the good kind.

“I’m so close…” he groaned, he started making the pace faster and pushed your head farther down. You let out a small whine as your circles became more faster and sloppy. He let out a small lighthearted laugh hearing you whine making your stomach do a flip.

His hands grip on you got a bit tighter as he came very close to cumming, despite his grip on you, you took the rest of his length in your mouth forcing him down your throat making tears build up in your eyes. Almost on command he came down your throat letting out a few moans and gasps as he did. “Fuck…” he said in almost a whisper as he looked down at you, you lifted your head up letting out a few coughs.

“Feel better?” You asked looking up at him earning a smile out of him, which you hadn’t seen in a while. “Much better.” He said as he leaned forward towards you giving you a long passionate kiss. “My turn to take care of you now huh?” He said after breaking the kiss.

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[tinylilacbun]

h e r n u m b e r o n e ᯓ★

You giggle when Rafe revs his bike, sitting on top of it as he slowly wheels it towards the start line, smiling at you fondly.

Being his daughter, the loud sounds of a bike is a thing you got used to since you were born, and riding one is something you look forward to once you're old enough.

The enduro race is gonna start soon, all the opponents getting ready and making the last touches on their gear and bikes, just like your dad as he slides on his gloves, ruffling your hair afterwards.

"C'mon, let's get you to Sofia." He says, lifting you up from his bike and settling you on his hip as he makes his way over to her.

"Rafe Cameron on that fire-breathing KTM, he could be your favorite today." The commentator announces through the speakers.

Pff, he is already your favorite, and always will be. He just smirks but stops walking as he's about to pass John B.

"What do you want, Rafe." The brunette asks.

Rafe simply shrugs, holding you firmly. "I mean, my Dad went off with you and never came back. I didn't forget that." He smiles in a threatening way which you didn't catch up on. "See you in traffic, slick."

After saying that, he continues walking again to where Sofia is standing, leaning down to kiss her before he hands you over to her. "Keep a good eye on that one, tends to get in trouble."

"From whom she only got that?" She chuckles, poking your side a few times to hear you laugh, looking back up at Rafe. "Be careful out there."

"Always am." He smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before making his way back to his bike.

"Good luck, daddy!" You shout, waving at him and watching him get onto his dirt bike.

"Let's go, Rafe! You got this, baby! Whoo!" Sofia shouts all the while you clap and cheer for him as well.

"Whoo!" You squeal excitedly and keep waving. Rafe smiles as he sees that, putting on his helmet and revving his bike once.

Soon the racers got the start signal and you watch in amazement at how fast they all drive past you, trying to keep your eyes on Rafe.

"Rafe Cameron gets the holeshot, beats the pack out front, and, boy, he is blazing down the straightway." The commentator observes.

At one point Sofia sets you down on the ground, keeping ahold of your hand to ensure you won't run off as you now wait patiently for your dad to race back.

"S'daddy gonna win?" You ask, looking up at Sofia with a big grin and she squeezes your hand, a smile that mirrors your own on her face.

"You bet he will, he already had a good start. Gimme five." She tells you and gives you a high five.

Soon enough you're able to see the racers, recognizing Rafe at the front together with someone else and Sofia tenses up a little when she sees how close they are to each other.

You, who doesn't see anything wrong, keep cheering for him, jumping up and down while clapping your hands again. "Daddy! Yay!"

"Cameron's close but not gonna be able to overtake him." You hear the commentator say and suddenly you see Rafe practically getting flung from his bike after he successfully tried to stop JJ. "Oh, mayhem, carnage! They're both down!"

You stop jumping, standing there for a moment in shock and before you could rush over to him you feel Sofia grab your arm. "Wait- you can't just run over there while the race is still going! It's too dangerous."

With a confused whimper, you stay beside Sofia, the tears already building up in your eyes as you can only watch your father laying on the sand as the other racers finish the race.

As soon as you are allowed to, you and Sofia run over to him as quickly as possible as everyone else cheers on Topper for his win.

You almost stumble a few times while Rafe gets up from the ground and pulls off his helmet, visibly in pain but he still manages to catch you in his arms, lifting you up and feeling you wrap your arms around his neck tightly.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." He pants, despite his whole body aching he knows he has to assure you he's well by the way your body is trembling from crying. "Shh...I'm fine, princess, I promise. I'm so sorry I scared you."

You sniffle and pull back to place your small palms on his cheeks, a pout on your face but when he gives you a small smile you bury your face back in his neck and simply hold tightly onto him.

Sofia watches you both, brows still furrowed in concern and places a hand on his arm, giving him a onceover. "Are you sure you're okay, baby?"

"Yeah- just sore, is all, I'm fine." He nods, making his way off the raceway to hopefully find somewhere to sit with a slight limp, keeping an arm firmly around your back, his other draped over Sofia's shoulders for some support.

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Down Under - Part 1

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“The epicentre of the outbreak,” Steve was saying to his bleary-eyed team, “appears to be here.” His long pointer made a thwack as it struck the wall map somewhere in the south of Australia. His accompanying PowerPoint ticked over to a slide showing a photo of a single road running through a smattering of houses, deserted save for a large mob of kangaroos. Nice shot, you thought, as you covered a yawn with the back of your hand.

 “The village of Hall’s Gap,” Steve continued, “population 496. The Victorian Premier’s Office has been in touch with us tonight – that is, this morning –"

He pulled his wrist away from his face and blinked rapidly in an effort to check his watch. 4.30 am.

“Ahem. What I mean to say is, the local government has asked us to investigate what seems to be an outbreak of an unusual contagious illness. Fortunately, the remoteness of the locale means that the infection is so far contained to this small township. However, speed and discretion remain of the utmost importance.”

Your sleepy mind began to catch on. A contagion outbreak? In Victoria? An Australian mission... You nervously tried to blink away some of the fatigue. You were the obvious choice – a local, an ex-pat. Am I about to be sent home?

Bruce stood, drawing eyes to him in the semi-light afforded by the projector. “Ah – yeah,” he said. “Sorry to get you all up at this hour. But the faster we get in, find the source, and treat the patients, the better chance we have of eradicating it.”

“Hang on,” Barton interrupted, rubbing an eye, “hang on. Just back up a minute. What exactly do you mean, “unusual illness”?”

“Ah – yeah,” Banner said again, his face pink. “I’ll - I’ll just show you.” The PowerPoint ticked over again, and Steve averted his eyes.

This time it was footage. The scene was grainy and captured from above, as though on a cheap security camera; it looked like the front room of a bank. Clusters of bodies, dozens of them, writhed on – or against – every surface. There was no sound, but there was also no mistaking what they were doing.

The conference room was suddenly wide awake.

“Wait...” Natasha spoke to Bruce without moving her eyes from the scene. “Are they?...”

“Involved in coitus, yes,” Steve answered instead, his gaze still resolutely at the floor. “The major symptom of infection is what you see here: an insatiable… desire. For copulation.” He swallowed. “For sexual intercourse.”

Voices broke out across the room. “Brother,” you heard Loki chuckle, “does it not remind you of that party we attended on Vanaheim?”

Rogers spoke over the noise, having overcome his embarrassment. “The repercussions of infection are serious. We mean truly insatiable; patients are forgetting to eat, drink, or sleep. We believe several lives have been lost.”

Muted respect fell over the room, and Bruce spoke again. “I need to get in there and collect a sample in order to prepare treatment options – ideally a vaccine.”

You finally found voice to speak. “Can’t Australia just send you a sample? Why do we need to go in?”

“Great idea,” Tony broke in. “Except that no one who’s entered Hall’s Gap in the past week has come out.”

Steve took over again. “We suspect this is a Hydra bioweapon pilot, possibly released from a hidden location in the nearby national park.” Another slide, this time of picturesque wilderness: mountain streams and gushing waterfalls framed by towering eucalypts and sheer rockfaces. “To that end, our objectives are two-fold. Collect a sample for analysis, and find and neutralise the Hydra base.”

There was a brief silence before Clint spoke again. “Alright, Cap. Who’s going in?”

“It will just be four of you at first; a small group will move faster.” Steve looked directly at you. “As our resident Australian, Agent, I want you on the ground.” You had been expecting the order, but a pit still instantly formed in your stomach. “A local SHIELD operative will meet you and guide you in. Banner will obviously join you… As will our Asgardian brothers here.”

Thor rolled his shoulders back and gave a pompous nod, but Loki narrowed his eyes. “Why?” he asked.

“You never get sick,” Stark cut in again. “Remember that flu that ripped through here in February? The two of you didn’t even sneeze. We don’t know what this is, but you’re the safest bet when it comes to any degree of innate immunity.”

“The rest of us will wait here for your signal,” Rogers continued. “Any sign of Hydra – any suggestion that you might need support – we’ll be on our way.”

“When do we leave?” you asked.

Steve checked his watch again. “An hour.” He squinted. “Make that – forty-six minutes.”

You always hated take-off. The familiar plummet of your stomach as the Quinjet rose into the air; the crushing embrace as it accelerated to full speed. But once you were safely at cruising altitude and could move about again, flying wasn’t so bad. You sat next to Banner as he skillfully piloted the aircraft across the Pacific Ocean, feeling your apprehension grow with every passing mile of open sea.

Focus on the mission, you thought.

“Bruce, if no one has made it back out of Hall’s Gap, how do we know what’s going on there? How did we get that footage?”

“It’s a cloud-recording. When State officials realised no one in town was answering a phone, let alone leaving the area, they accessed the bank’s security footage.” He grinned, but it was mirthless. “Bet they weren’t expecting to see that.”

“So, what – it’s a virus?”

“More likely a fungal pathogen,” Bruce replied. “There’s a cordyceps fungus that does something similar to ghost moths in the Himalayas. I’ve got some generic antifungal meds that we’ll all take as a precaution, but I can’t develop a proper vaccine until I’ve got a sample.”

“How do you get a sample?”

“From infected brain tissue,” Bruce said grimly.

You were interrupted by a deep yelp from behind, and you turned to see Thor shaking out his right hand as though stung. The brothers were passing time with a game that looked like a combination of rock-paper-scissors and bloody knuckles. Loki leaned back in his seat, his cat-got-the-cream expression widening. One long, leather-clad leg stretched out into the aisle; the other bent at the knee so that his foot could rest on the seat in front. You could see the raised outline of his quadriceps. He lifted his arms to settle his hands behind his head, the card of his slender fingers through his own hair making you squirm. Why are the pretty ones always such dickheads?

You mentally shook yourself. Loki’s smarm and sex appeal were irrelevant. People were dying.

Rage flared within you. How dare they. Hydra had targeted Australia not because it posed a threat, or because the location gave them a tactical advantage. It was because a test release of a bioweapon in a place like Hall’s Gap was easy to hide.

Remote. Wild. Dangerous.

You pushed Loki’s long limbs out of your mind. Without your full concentration, the mission could be deadly.

It was after midnight local time when the Quinjet began descending.

“Ten minutes, guys,” Banner said, as the altimeter rapidly ticked down.

Loki stood, making a big show of stretching, his leather armour creaking. He caught you watching him and gave a wolfish grin, then a small shrug of his left shoulder.

You almost jumped in surprise. Green light licked up his body, and the black leather was replaced by sensible, climate-appropriate clothing: a lightweight collared shirt open over a tight, V-necked tank top, and moleskin hiking pants. A small triangle of pale flesh was visible at his shoulder where his layers left a gap. You had to make a conscious effort to close your mouth. Sensible, but hot as hell. I bet those pants make his ass look amazing.

He winked at you from under the wide brim of a dark-brown Akubra, resplendent with what looked like kookaburra feathers, as Banner landed on a grassy flat at the fringe of the Australian desert.

“We’ll sleep here the rest of the night,” he said, as the group descended the Quinjet ramp into the warm, moonless night. “There’s a local guide meeting us in the morning, then it’s a day’s hike into Hall’s Gap. Can’t risk flying any closer and being detected, in case Hydra really is nearby. We’ll stay off the roads for the same reason.”

“When you say, ‘here’…” Loki looked around the rough clearing distastefully.

“Loki, you must learn to tolerate the lesser comforts!” Thor’s jovial voice was louder than ever in the abandoned night. “Remember the time you stole away from the Queen’s retinue at Mimisbrunnen because the baths were too cold…”

You followed the sound of running water to a nearby stream, surrounded by the scent of eucalyptus and tea tree. As water trickled into your canteen, leaves rustled; the movement of some large marsupial, disturbed by your presence. It was unexpectedly comforting.

It’s been too long, you thought, as memory flooded your senses. But then, once upon a time, I didn’t think I’d ever be back again.

There was a slapping sound from the group, and a swear word in a foreign language. “What in Hel?!” Thor spluttered. “These biting insects are the size of small birds!” The hiss of an aerosol can quickly followed, as Banner generously doused him in mosquito repellent. You grinned to yourself.

The Quinjet’s lights shut off, leaving the four of you in darkness. You rolled out your sleeping gear some distance from the others, stripped out of most of your clothing, and lay flat on your back in your sleeping bag. Sleep might be a big ask, you thought, as you gazed upwards. The arm of the Milky Way stretched overhead, like a hug from an old friend.

You’d always secretly thought this hemisphere had the superior night sky. You were mentally cataloguing as many southern constellations as you could remember when Loki appeared out of the night beside you. Is he… topless? It was hard to tell in the dark. Maybe he’s just wearing really tight sleepwear. The thought made you press your thighs together.

“May I?” he asked, polite but vaguely entitled. “Thor, of course, is already snoring loudly enough to disturb Valhalla.” You could indeed hear the deep rumble.

“Ah - sure,” you said, surprised. In general, Loki didn’t speak to you. Or anyone, besides Thor, if you didn’t count barbed quips and snarky commentary on the day-to-day operations of the team. You weren’t even sure he knew your name.

He spread another of SHEILD’s high-tech swags out beside you.

“This is your home, yes?” he asked, as he slid into his bedding.

You let out a deep breath. “Yeah. Well, um, not here here. On the coast.”

“You are lucky to be able to return,” he murmured.

You risked a quick glance at him, struck by the sadness in his voice. “I guess so.” He, too, was gazing up at the night sky. “Do you... miss home?”

“Ceaselessly.”

You felt the silence stretch, disconcerted by his honesty. “Um - can I tell you about our stars?”

“I am very familiar with the Midgardian sky.”

 “But the sky here is different. Everything’s upside down, for a start.” You pointed to the constellation of Orion, clearly head-down. “See?”

You heard the slight smile in his voice as he said, “I see. What else?”

Speaking quietly, you pointed out all the familiar sky-marks you had found when you’d first laid down. "It's a pity the SHEILD tactical goggles don’t work very well for the sky – too specialised for detection and warfare, I guess,” you said. A thought occurred to you. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a pair of binoculars in that magic pocket of yours?”

Loki either smiled or grimaced – you could only see the glint of his teeth. “I can do better than that,” he muttered, almost to himself.

With a faint fizzling sound and a flash of silver, the entire night sky blossomed into colour and light.

It was as though you were lying under an enormous telescope dome. Your eyes could discern individual stars of the Omega Centauri cluster, or the spectacular colour and shape of the Carina nebula, or any of a hundred other astronomical wonders suddenly visible to you from horizon to horizon.

You glanced at Loki again. His sky was casting enough light to see him clearly now; he lay with his arm under his head and a serene smile on his face.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“My pleasure,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off the scene above.

You lay there, the two of you, gazing upwards in silent wonder. You thought about what it meant to be home, why you had left so many years ago… How it might feel to have no home to return to. Until finally, just as Loki’s breathtaking illusion began to fade, you fell asleep.

Part 2

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[lmaowhatt]

utterly obsessed? - five

summary: actress y/n I/n has recently skyrocketed into stardom after her breakout film 'castaways' alongside sarah cameron, kevin hart, chris evans and chris hemsworth. weeks after the movies premiere, she drops her debut single, further cementing her place in the spotlight. as millions of people around the world begin to idolize her, and as she struggles with her own demons, she catches the attention of rafe cameron, who doesnt shy away from becoming utterly obsessed in what seems to be the cutest way possible.

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hellraisermovie out now! thank you to everyone who contributed on this project including our amazing directors @/davidbruckner and @/jbr. and a big thank you to the amazing actors who brought our vision to life.

youruser YAY!

rafecameron im so hot.

➯ user hes so self aware

➯ user some would call it cocky

brandonflynn BOW BOW BOW

user they fadiddled?!?!

➯ user using common sense isnt a thing apparently

user SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

adamfaison WHOO.

user shes so 😍😍😍

➯ user RIGHT? like fuck rafe shes so 🤤

msjamieclayton thanks for this opportunity!

user that entire scene had me like 😧🫣🫨

➯ user real

rafecameron

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rafecameron hellraiser out now!

sarahcam ur so gross ew.

➯ rafecameron puhlease im obviously the better sibling🙄

➯ jbr i beg to differ

user seriously somebody sedate me

user i js know its rough

jbr why are you always bald

➯ rafecameron thats it, where are my clippers

popeh you're getting it tn

➯ cleopatty im right here.

➯ rafecameron so?

user raw, next question.

user guys.. i fear that 'i love you' maybe didnt sound scripted

➯ user she had a line after.. it was scripted 💀

user body so tea, both of them

➯ user seriously unfair 😔

user some ppl need to be put down😧

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youruser hellraiser, out now! hope you guys enjoy!

sarahcam YES HAWT MAMA marry me

➯ jbr i object.

➯ youruser overruled.

jjmay WOOHOO.

*liked by creator*

user dont sedate me just put me down.

kiekie yo.. forget my man i want YOU

➯ jjmay something tells me he would not approve nor be ok with this. a hunch

➯ user hmm...

jbr love you!

cleopatty someone check my vitals

user the rafe likes are getting too frequent and i fw it.

popeh no cs this ate i fear.

➯ youruser you fear it ate? im appalled.

➯ popeh you can spell appalled? IM appalled.

your phone

two days into the new year, and you were navigating through the bustling airport in los angeles. you'd just returned from a brief trip to england, and while part of you was relieved to be back in your city, surrounded by your friends and the familiar chaos, another part of you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to stay longer. you had initially planned for an extra week, but life had a way of pulling you back. dressed in a matching grey tracksuit with the hoodie pulled low over your head, you gripped your phone, pressing it to your ear as it rang, waiting for jj to pick up.

"you here yet?" the mans voice was heard from the other side of the phone. you nodded, fumbling around with something in your bag before you answered. "yeah, landed about a half hour ago," you spoke, weaving through the small crowds of people as you tried to venture toward the airport entrance. "im almost there just hang tight, a'ight?" you hummed, muttering a quiet goodbye before hanging up the phone.

you continued to weave through the tight airport crowds, muttering small apologies when you bumped your shoulder or elbow into someone else. as you rounded a corner into a different hall, you harshly bumped into a younger girl who looked to be around sixteen years old. "oh my- honey im so sorry. are you okay?" you quickly muttered out as you held her hand to pull her back up. however, she didnt seem phased in the slightest, her eyes widening once she realized who you were.

"holy shit. y- youre y/n, right?" she stumbled on her words, smiling even brighter as you nodded your head with a sheepish chuckle. "uhm, sorry. c-can i get a picture, please?" she asked you nervously, constantly glancing between you and her phone as she fumbled around with it. "yeah sure," you smiled, watching as she excitedly passed her phone to her mom who was stood a few feet away, mumbling something about taking a picture.

after taking around three to four pictures, you turned to her again. "you sure you okay?" with concern etched on your face, a small smile still managed to make its way onto your face as you watched her nod profusely. "y-yeah. im okay. uhm, thank you." she smiled at your beofre muttering a quick goodbye, ruhshing away to grab her phone back from her moms grip.

you smiled to yourself, gathering your things once more as you felt your phone vibrate from its place on your backpack. "yeah?" you pressed the phone up to your ear, supporting it with your shoulder as you continued your walk towards the entrance. "im here," jj called through the phone, "lucky for you, its too busy i think you can just come out normally." you let out a small sigh, nodding gratefully. "ill be right out," you stated before hanging up.

jjmay

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jjmay mi vida

jbr im offended. the only pic im in and its blurred.

➯ jjmay blame @/youruser photography skills

➯ popeh im his fav. i look hot in mine

user HELLO?? hardlaunch???

➯ jjmay oops?

youruser jj?? inspirational?? like i didnt send you that pic?

kiekie would just like to say jj was no help in winning the pool game!

user everyone SHUT UP. jj posted!

cleopatty boy knows two words in spanish and ran with it

sarahcam the shirley temples ate down tbh i wonder who made them..

➯ jjmay girl–

➯ youruser this one has a lil sass to it

➯ kiekie lets keep it

➯ jjmay im sorry, IT?

➯ jbr did they stutter?

user i love their friendship

user chat did anyone peep rage..

➯ user real like.. i didnt think they were close with him

➯ user rafe is literallly sarah's brother??

your phone

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a/n: so sorry for the very vey late upload but i slacked off 😔 its ok tho!!

[ang3lmoans]

Feeling Garam reach his limited internally and seeing it externally was a sight. Angel could feel the man tighten around his fingers and squirm in his hands. As he felt Garam reaching his climax Angel did everything he could to make sure the other man would never forget it. He began pumping his fingers at a rapid pace, aiming to hit his spot. His hand was soon replaced by the raven-haired man’s mouth. His cheeks hallowed as he sucked and bobbed his head. Being sure to deep throat him. He could feel the lazy pumps that the smaller man offered him. It turned him on even more that his best friend was so over come by pleasure that he couldn’t perform anymore. And the moans he was letting out were like music to his ears. Angel had imagined what they would sound like countless times. But never did he imagine how dam sexy they would be. The pants and whimpers didn’t help either. All he could imagine was their next time together. What they might be ready for down the road. And what noises he would make then. Angel could feel Garam’s cock twitching in his mouth and as he said he was gonna he pushed his head down and held it there. Swallowing every shot that was sent down his throat. His fingers continued to help the man ride of his climax and they gradually slowed. Just feeling his best friend grabbing at his thigh, moan the way he was, was enough to get Angel right where he needed to be. He slowly pulled off Garam and just looked down at him and he came all over his face. He released a string of shots back to back as his body tensed and trembled. “F-fuck” he moaned as he flopped down on the bed panting. Angel rolled over to lay on his back and look up at the ceiling. He laid their quietly for a moment and laughed as he could hear the shower water still going. Which reminded him how they got in this situation in the first place. “Garam, don’t tease me like that. You are too cute for that. I can’t help myself” Angel smirked and reached out a hand for Garam. He just wanted to feel him, know he was still there. He shifted before completely sitting up and moving to lay the same direction as Garam. He moved close to the smaller man and pulled him against his chest. He pressed a kiss to his hair as he rubbed the man’s back, “I’m a cuddler after sex. I hope that’s alright.” Angel admitted. He was always this way which was unfortunately a turn off for many. He realized early on he couldn’t be with someone who could just get up and walk away or turn over after sex. Angel hated that feeling it made him feel unwanted and unashamed in some ways. As in they got what they wanted and had no use for him. Angel also enjoyed taking care of his partner, in general, but especially after intercourse. “I’ll order pancakes in. We can go out for dinner. How does that sound? I think you need a bath, and we can watch a movie” Angel offered some ideas as his hand moved to Garam’s hair. He quietly played it with running his fingers through the strands.

"you wo-wouldn't believe me-e," garam couldn't even finish a sentence without being interrupted by near constant panting and moaning, his words were already shaky now made almost incoherent by the sounds leaving his lips, "i-if-if i to-old you the tru-uth." what he couldn't admit to was just how long he'd thought about the kind of fun the two of them could have. angel was his best friend and he'd promised himself that they wouldn't cross all the lines they were crossing now just to satisfy the dirty thoughts that would cross his mind. the truth was, garam had thought about angel a lot as the years had passed. when he wasn't dating anybody, and even when he was, when whatever they were doing just wasn't enough to get him off. he'd have to come up with something that would get him to the finish line. a lot of those times, he'd think about angel. he would picture the man's body, the curves and valleys of his abdomen, the way his muscles would contract with each movement he'd make. the deep, guttural sounds he'd make being pleasured by garam. he had absolutely no idea what it would be like with angel back then so he had no choice but to use his imagination and, so far, angel was living up to the expectations garam conjured up. it did make him feel a bit guilty, though. he'd already admitted to using the man to fill the emotional void his relationships left, angel had no idea that garam was using him in other scenarios, as well. it wasn't until the man's finger pushed and entered garam's body that he let loose a whimper which quickly turned into a string of soft moans as angel moved his fingers in and out. over and over. feeling the sharp pain against his ass made his whole body quivered as he whined in pleasure, though the sound was still muffled by angel's cock thrusting deep down his throat. the pain came to him completely by surprise but it wasn't unwelcomed. while a lot of what his ex did to him were things had forced to find pleasure in, garam was still okay with some things and being spanked was one of those things. with each movement, garam grew louder and louder. sucking angel off was the only way he could keep himself quiet, filling his mouth and throat only hushed the noises he was making. it wasn't long before everything he was feeling became all too overwhelming, garam was afraid he wouldn't last much longer but he was still determined to hold on as long as he could. he was already struggling with how he felt by means of angel's mouth. adding in to play the man's fingers, the way angel spoke to him, and garam was about to fall over the edge. it was all welcomed, though. he was given exactly what he'd asked for, and more. as he released angel's manhood from his mouth, he lost all strength in his body and let himself fall to rest his head on angel's thigh. if he couldn't continue with his mouth, he at least tried to keep pumping his hand to ensure angel continued to feel something. but he was only able to find the power to continue for a few more seconds. his grip loosened, his hand falling altogether to rest in front of his face on angel's thigh. "don't stop," he was desperate, the words were whispered and slurred together. garam's teeth sunk into his forearm, not hard enough to form bruises but enough to leave his skin red and indented with each groove of his teeth. he bit down in order to buy himself time but angel worked him so well, all effort he put into delaying his orgasm were useless. as he released his arm from his mouth, his head tilted back to press further against angel's thigh. heat welled up in his belly as he rolled his hips against the man's hand. he just couldn't take the pleasure anymore, there was nothing garam could do to hold himself back. "i'm gonna," he breathed out, eyes closing tight as his hand moved to angel's inner thigh and squeezed. garam couldn't even finish his sentence as his jaw dropped, unable to make a sound or even take a breath until he reached his peak. quick oozed of white spilled out of him, his body convulsive with each shot.

[judesdrabbles]

The Cure (part IV)

As you agree to go home with Vincent after a rough night, things unfold differently than you thought they would.

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

A/N: this is the last part of the series! I’ll continue to write other one shots / headcanons / series for Vincent and other oc’s, so if you have any suggestions or commissions don’t be afraid to ask! <3

word count: 2.5K

warnings: nsfw!!, yandere, obsessive tendencies, sexual themes, misuse of power position, foul language, afab reader, fingering, overstimulation

The hum of the car engine was a low, soothing backdrop as Vincent drove trough the quiet streets. You stared out the window, watching the city lights blur together. The adrenaline from earlier had faded, leaving you with a hollow ache in your chest. The remainder of the alcohol in your system was wearing off, too. In summary: you felt like shit.

Vincent glanced at you, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel. 'You're quiet.' He says. 'Are you alright?'

You hesitated, biting your lip. 'I don't know if 'alright' is the word I'd use. Tonight was embarrassing. Humiliating.'

His brow furrowed. 'You have nothing to be embarrassed about. What happened tonight was out of your control.'

You shook your head, still staring out the window. 'No, it’s not just that. It’s the whole reason I even went out tonight, you know.' You pause. 'Vincent, I've been stuck in this.. rut. So I thought, why not? Go out, have a few drinks, meet someone, and well, maybe even-..' You stopped yourself, your cheeks heating up as you realized what you were about to say to your own psychiatrist, none the less.

Vincent's eyes flicked to you briefly before returning to the road. 'Maybe even what?' He asked. He knew exactly what. He just wanted to hear you say it.

You exhale sharply. 'To- uh.. get laid. Forget everything for a while.'

The silence that followed was deafening. You glanced at him, unsure of what to expect. His jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. He didn’t speak for several long moments, and when he finally did, his voice was low, almost strained.

'And, did it work?' he asked. 'Did you.. find what you were looking for?'

You let out a hollow laugh. 'Obviously not. I ended up in a dark alley with a creep instead. Guess that's what I get for being desperate.'

Vincent didn't have a lot to remark. You didn't expect him to.

The rest of the drive was oddly quiet.

'We're here.' Vincent said after a while, parking his car in his driveway and turning off the engine. He led you into his spacious house, a place so pristine and meticulously arranged it almost felt cold. Every detail was flawless: the lines of the furniture, the faint scent of wood polish in the air, the sharp angles. It felt like him- controlled, ordered, and yet, beneath it, something kind-of human, if not a little fractured. 'I'll get you some water. Go sit, I'll be back.'

The hollow ache in your chest tightened up again as you look at him walk to the kitchen.

Why did he care so much?

It was like everything hit you all at once.

He was just your psychiatrist.

Why did he even invite you in the first place? Fight that random man? Why was he quiet whenever you talked about your love life? He always seemed to go out of his way for you. He was a cold and stoic man. Then why does he care so much? He wasn't supposed to.

You sit down on his couch as you stare at the walls. You feel like you could burst open.

And then was that guy, that guy from the alleyway.. Why didn't you do more? Scream louder? Why did you freeze back there?

'Here is your wa-'

'I let it happen. Why did I just let it happen?’ You blurt out.

Vincent stops in his tracks, standing still with two glasses of water in his hands.

'I'm sorry?'

'I let it happen- I..' You stand up. 'I didn't do shit. I could've screamed, I could've kicked. I was frozen. I was useless.. What kind of person just.. lets that happen, Vincent?'

Vincent puts down both of the glasses on a nearby coffee table. Then, he walks over to you.

'Don’t do this. Don’t twist this around and make it about something you did wrong.' He says sternly, his voice piercing trough you. 'You didn't let anything happen. You were scared. That’s normal. That’s human.' He drags a hand through his perfectly combed hair, mussing it in a way that looked unnatural on him. 'You’re not a machine, Y/N. You don’t have to be perfect, to know exactly what to do in any situation.’

'Perfect.' You echoed bitterly. 'That's funny coming from you.' The words tumbled out before you could stop them. Vincent expression shuttered, his lips forming a thin line.

'I know what you're trying to say.' He says, his voice tight but still calm. 'And, yes, you're right. I.. do like to have everything.. perfect. I used to think that was the only way I could keep everything under control.’ He glances around the neat room, the perfectly arranged books in the bookshelves; the tables empty, no dust; everything spotless like no one lives in his house. ‘But it doesn't work like that.'

You feel tears bubbling up. No. Not now.

'Why do you even care so much anyway, Vincent?' You let out. 'You're my psychiatrist, for Christ's sake. I'm not supposed to be here. Were not.. supposed to have this conversation.'

Vincent's eyes flickered with something, and for a moment, you thought he was going to walk away.

'Because I care about you, Y/N.’ He says after a while. ‘Not only during our sessions. Outside of it. More than I'd like to admit. More than I should. And more than is.. appropriate. I wish I could have control over that instead. But I don’t.’

Your breath caught in your throat, his confession hanging in the air. You furrowed your brow and stand up, walking over to him. You look up at him. He looks down at you. And for the first time since you met him all those weeks ago- you see something else in his eyes.

Insecurity.

'Oh..' you let out softly. Everything suddenly made sense.

You let him see you- know you. Week after week, you had laid open your feelings, all your secrets, bare to him. Only for him to unfold. Only for him to hear. And he was always there. Not only during your sessions, but after. When your car broke down, when a shady guy followed you, when you needed him- he was there.

'Y/N.' Vincent whispers softly, as if trying to pry you away from your thoughts. 'Will you let me show you how much I care?'

You were dumbfounded, but on the other hand, relieved. The hollow ache in your chest slowly disappeared on itself.

You nod slowly. ‘Okay.. Show me.'

The words seemed to break something in him. He got rid of the only space left between you, raising one of his hands and resting it softly on top of your cheek. His thumb brushed across your skin, holding you like you were something fragile.

This is what he had wanted. You were so perfect.

His resolve crumbled as he leaned in. His lips were tentative at first, brushing against yours as if testing the waters. But the moment you responded; tilting your head and getting closer, something in him snapped.

He cradled the back of your head as he pressed his lips against you. It was warm. Persistent.

With an undercurrent of desperation.

You kiss him back, clutching on his shirt as his other hand rests on your back, his thumb tracing soft circles against your skin, anchoring you to the moment. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breaths ragged. 'Tell me to stop,' he murmured, his voice hoarse. 'If this isn’t what you want, tell me, and I’ll stop.'

You shake your head. 'Don't stop. Please.'

Something in his eyes lit up when he heard you say 'please'. In that sweet, sweet voice. It was dangerous.

His hands tighten on your waist as he as he pushes you softly on the couch with him. You had never expected him to be this gentle.

But he was.

Only for you.

He kisses you again, and this time deeper, more insistent. With one hand cupping your cheek, he breaks the kiss apart to look at you. He was hovering above you, while you were basically melting into his touch.

'Y/N.' He says softly, as if tasting your name. 'You are so beautiful like this.' His fingers brushed over your cheek; you were getting red, panting softly.

There was so much that you wanted to say, yet you couldn't. Vincent's dark hair was disheveled and looming over you. He had always been handsome. You just never let yourself accept that.

'I don't know what to say, I-..'

'Shh, shh.' He said, pressing a finger to your lips. 'Then say nothing, sweetheart. I'll take care of you.'

His lips find your neck, nipping softly at it as he draws out a moan from your mouth. His hands find the hem of your sweater, slithering under it to grip on your soft flesh. His fingers were so gentle- so skilled. His eyes find its way back to you as his hands go higher, up to reach your breasts. He brushes softly against your nipple, as you let out a whine. Shit- It had been way too long since someone touched you. But no one ever touched you like this. Looking at you like you were literally the last woman on Earth, like there was only you. Time seemed to blur, the world outside fading away until there was only Vincent- the way his body fit against you, the way his whispered assurances made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could let go of the doubts and let yourself be wanted.

'You're so gorgeous when you moan for me,' he says as he gets bolder, pinching one of your nipples between his fingers. He never wanted to let go. Never wanted to get off off you again. What did he do to deserve such a perfect woman, right here, on his couch?

'Vincent- fuck..' You let out when he rolled your nipples between his fingers again. 'Please don't stop- I.. I really.. want you.'

'Hmm?' A smirk on his face appeared. A genuine smirk. 'You're begging already? That's so sweet.' He leans in, bites softly on your earlobe and then whispers: 'I won't stop, okay? I'll make you feel so good. You deserve it.'

One of his hands stayed clasped around your breast, fondling it and teasing it while the other went out from under your sweater to your pants, unzipping them. 'Up.' He just says. You comply, and he takes off your pants until you're left on his couch with only your underwear covering you.

His other, warm hand disappear from your breasts and you're left with a cold feeling. 'Vincent..' You didn't care that you were sounding whiney. You wanted this man.

'Shh, I'll come back. Don't you want me here, too?' He says, smiling as one of his hands cup your heat. You blush; you were already basically dripping, and he didn't even touch you properly yet.

'Mhm..'

'Good.' He presses a soft kiss on your forehead, then lowers himself to line up his head between your thighs. He looks up at you, his dark eyes piercing trough you like knives. While planting soft kisses on your inner thigh, he lets his hand roam to your pussy. He was not pulling your underwear back. Not yet. He finds your clit and start to rub circles trough the fabric.

You moan loudly, feeling embarrassed as you try to cover your mouth He knew exactly what he did.

'No, no, no..' He says, taking your hand away gently while continuing to rub your clit. 'Don't. I want to hear you.'

The wet patch in your underwear only grows as Vincent finally decides to take it off, to stop the teasing. 'May I?' He says as he slips it off, hovering over your heat with his mouth.

You nod quickly. 'Yes, please.. you make me feel so good.'

A low groan escapes Vincent's mouth. 'Darling, you have no idea..' He delves in, starting to suck on your clit while tasting you.

You tasted so divine- How could he go his entire life without seeing you like this, melting under his touch, moaning under him? Where were you all this time? Oh, he'll make sure to make up for the lost time. It's the least he could do for you.

His mouth latched onto your clit. It made you tense, pleasure building up as one of his fingers start to tease your wet slit. He ate you out like you would expect him to: methodically, rhythmically. All the while keeping eye contact. Staring at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.

Two of his fingers push past your slit as your walls clench around it. You felt so warm- so good. Whenever his tongue wasn't lapping up your juices, he would repeat quiet praises to you.

'You are doing so good for me, sweetheart. You're so beautiful. You'll cum for me, hm?'

And then you felt it approaching, rapidly, like a dam breaking.

'Vincent- I'm gonna cum..-'

'Cum for me, sweetheart.'

You pant as your walls clench around his fingers. You cum all around them as Vincent continues to eat you out to prolong your orgasm. It was nothing like you had ever felt, and when you came down from the high, you felt your muscles relaxing and you let out a long sigh.

Vincent kisses your inner thigh before licking off your juices from his fingers, savoring the taste. He then sits down next to you on the couch, his hands wrapping around your waist, tilting you up to sit on his lap. Your wet cunt stained his perfectly neat pants, but he didn't mind. Not if it was you.

'I could get used to this.' You say after a while as he runs his fingers trough your hair. You hesitate, but then you lay down on his chest, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

'Mmm. You better.' He says, his voice low. He had you. Finally. Right where he wanted. In his arms. In his home. Together. He kisses the crown of your head.

'Never knew my stoic doctor would be such a good kisser. On both lips.' You tease softly, feeling a certain something grow in his pants.

'Oh, yeah?' He gently tilts your chin towards him. 'Well, there are more things I'm surprisingly good at. Let me show you, hm?'

He wasn’t done with you yet; far from it. He was only done when you were a limp mess on his couch, and then he would continue to finger fuck you while you whimpered desperately on his lap. He wanted you to think of him, and only him, nothing and no one else.

‘Ah, hush, sweetheart. You can take more.’

[skyward-floored]

I’ve been in a Sky mood lately lol. So for prompts maybe something angsty with him? Like him getting used to life after being trapped on the island for years? Or one of the boys trying to reassure themselves that he’s actually back?

I saw this prompt and went HEHEHE I do enjoy me my angst. Especially Incredibles au Sky angst (sorry Sky bdhdbdbdhd)

I sort of mixed your two prompts together? It’s mostly the first one, but there’s hints of the second. And also a different thing entirely XD Enjoy!

(Also warning for a character getting a flashback. It’s seen from an outside perspective, but here’s your warning just in case.)

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Sometimes Warriors still couldn’t believe Sky was back.

After over a year of trying to come to terms with his disappearance, wrestling with hope and denial and grief, going to his funeral for Hylia’s sake— having him suddenly come back was... earth-shattering. In a good way, of course, but sometimes Warriors caught himself falling into the pattern of endless questions on what had happened, and had to remind himself that he knew now.

Sky had been tricked, lured away, fought for survival while being hunted within an inch of his life, and then finally made it home alive. Though... not without scars.

Ones that sometimes caught Warriors off guard.

The afternoon it happened, Warriors had stopped at Sky’s to drop off some things he’d borrowed, and ended up staying and talking much longer than he’d intended. He wasn’t complaining though. After thinking he’d never get moments like this again, he’d spend every waking hour with his brother if he could.

“...So then Aryll told me she made a new friend, and asked me if I wanted to meet her, and of course I said yes. I should’ve known better, because five seconds later she whistles, and this huge vulture lands in front of me,” Sky said with a wave of his hand, and Warriors laughed. “I know! Where did she even meet a vulture?!”

“Probably the same place she met those geese that one time,” Warriors said with a grin, and Sky joined his laughter that time.

“Oh I’m sure. She has plenty of bird connections,” he chuckled, leaning back with his wings stretched out on either side of himself. He picked up his glass of water and drank some of it before he continued. “I’m sure she’ll have quite the message system worked out when she’s older.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Warriors smirked. “Heck you won’t even need the mail service if she keeps up like this, just ask her to send letters via pigeon.”

“Hm that’s true... I’d never have to buy stamps again,” Sky said thoughtfully.

“Hey now, don’t forget those stamps help pay my salary,” Warriors grinned. A truck outside beeped as it backed up, and Warriors glanced out the window, before looking back inside. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying... Sky?”

Sky had completely frozen in place, his glass of water slipping from his hand.

Warriors quickly shot out a hand as it hit the floor, freezing the puddle before it could spread, then got off his chair and hurried to Sky’s side. The cup hadn’t broken so he left it where it was, and he looked worriedly at his brother.

“Sky? Are you okay?” he asked urgently, and a tremor wracked through Sky, his eyes glazing over. He’d been fine literal seconds ago, what was wrong? “...Sky?”

“We need to hide,” Sky whispered, his voice hoarse.

Warriors blinked. “What?”

Sky swallowed, shaking as he stared into the middle distance. “We need to hide, they’re coming,” he stressed in a croak, his breathing starting to pick up. “Guardians, they’re close.”

“Sky... there are no guardians here,” Warriors said in confusion, and Sky shook his head, ears twitching.

“There’s one right over there,” he gasped, his breath trembling. “We need to hide, it’s going to—”

“Sky, no there isn’t,” Warriors said slowly, sitting down beside his brother. “There’s nothing there.”

“B-but—” Sky stuttered, twisting his head around to look at the wall. A bead of sweat trailed down his brow. “Yes it is. It is, it’s coming, we need to hide now.”

Sky pulled his wings in close to his body, feathers puffing up, and Warriors looked at him in dismay, unsure of what to do. He knew enough to recognize Sky was having some sort of flashback, but he didn’t know how to help him out of it.

The truck outside beeped again, and Sky violently flinched, nearly falling off the couch as his feathers puffed out even more. Warriors looked between him and the window, then carefully stood and walked over to it, closing it and blocking out the sound. Sky didn’t visibly react to the quiet, and Warriors went back over to him, watching as he trembled in place.

“Sky, we’re not on the island,” Warriors began carefully as he sat back down. “You haven’t been there for weeks now. And I wasn’t ever on the island. How can I be here with you if we’re on the island?”

“I-I...” Sky stammered, his voice faltering. Then he suddenly snatched Warriors’ wrists, eyes huge. “Wars they got you too, you shouldn’t have come, it’s going to be like everyone else,” he choked out, still shaking. “We have to hide!”

Sky began tugging at his wrists, but Warriors resisted the movement, staying where he was. “Sky, there’s no danger.”

“Yes there is! I have a base right over there, we can get to it if we hurry, we can’t let him—”

“Sky, we’re not on the island,” Warriors repeated, slipping his wrists out of Sky’s hold and taking his hands instead. His skin felt clammy. “I promise you we’re not. We’re in your house. We’re safe.”

Sky kept shaking, but he didn’t argue the point, and Warriors felt a flicker of encouragement when he didn’t keep tugging on his hands.

“You’re not back there,” Warriors repeated, and Sky squeezed his eyes shut, another bead of sweat trailing down his brow. “You’re in your house, on the couch in your living room. Sun is at work, and Aryll is taking a nap. Nobody is in any danger.”

Sky trembled in his seat, his eyes still closed tight, and Warriors lightly squeezed his hands, waiting for him to come back. His eyes reopened, still looking glazed, but less so than before.

“Come on Link,” Warriors whispered, looking into Sky’s eyes. “You’re safe here, I promise. Nothing is trying to hurt you.”

Sky swallowed, and Warriors stayed beside him, watching as his feathers slowly began to smooth. Warriors repeated the reassurance that they weren’t on the island, and he kept it up as Sky’s frantic breathing started to even out, and his eyes gradually cleared.

It felt like a long time before Sky’s shoulders slumped, his wings falling limp as he took in a shaky breath. He was still trembling, but much more lightly, and Warriors studied his face.

“You back?” Warriors asked carefully, and Sky looked at his lap, shame coloring his face.

“I... I think so. Sorry,” Sky whispered.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Warriors said easily, but Sky kept looking at his lap, ears red.

Warriors looked at him worriedly, then lightly squeezed his hands, pulling back so he could deal with the frozen puddle on the floor. He easily pried it up and shaped it into a small ball, then set it on the table, looking back at Sky again.

“Hey. I mean it,” Warriors said when he saw his expression, lightly touching Sky’s shoulder, light enough that he could pull away if he wanted. Sky didn’t, and so Warriors held it a bit tighter. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault.”

“I was the one stupid enough to go there,” Sky muttered under his breath, and Warriors frowned.

“Sky, you were tricked. You thought you were doing something good, it’s not your fault,” Warriors repeated, and Sky didn’t meet his eyes. Warriors sighed. “That looked pretty rough. Do you want some water?”

“I’d appreciate that,” Sky said quietly.

Warriors nodded and stood, giving his shoulder a squeeze before he grabbed Sky’s glass and headed to the kitchen to refill it. It only took him a moment, and when he returned, Sky hadn’t moved, still staring at his lap, faintly trembling, wings lightly wrapped around himself.

Warriors passed him the cup, and Sky silently took it, sipping without a word.

“You need anything else?” Warriors asked, and Sky shook his head. Warriors hummed in reply, then paused as he thought of something. It wasn’t Warriors’ go-to, but Sky usually appreciated physical contact much more than him, especially since he’d been back. “...maybe a hug?”

Sky finally looked up, still shaky and pale, and gave a tiny nod.

Warriors gave him a sad smile, then leaned in, wrapping his arms around his brother.

Sky was stiff for a moment, then practically melted into the touch, a wavering sigh coming from him. He pressed his face against Warriors’ shoulder, and Warriors lightly rubbed his back, feeling equally reassured by the touch. He knew Sky had been through a lot, but the blatant show of it had been a bit frightening.

Oh Sky.

“I’m such a disaster,” Sky said in a wobbly voice, and Warriors sighed.

“Anyone would be. Truth be told, I think most of us became disasters while you were gone, so you’re in good company.”

Sky let out a wet snort, and Warriors squeezed him, Sky still shaking just a little.

“Has this happened before?” Warriors asked after a minute, pulling back so he could see Sky’s face, and Sky shrugged.

“Not... to that extent,” he admitted quietly. “There’ve been... things, but not...”

He trailed off weakly, and Warriors nodded. That was about what he’d figured.

“Okay. We’ll figure this out. Just like old times, huh?” Warriors said with a faint smile, and Sky huffed.

“Yeah. Can’t say I miss that side of things,” he mumbled, and Warriors squeezed his arm again.

“I’ll stay until Sun comes back,” he reassured quietly, and Sky nodded, silently resting his head against Warriors’ shoulder again.

Neither of them said much else after that, and Warriors idly played with the piece of ice on the table, Sky watching him quietly as he shaped it into a small bird. Warriors added some ice to it, and worked on shaping it into a slightly bigger one.

Sky stayed silent as he leaned against him, and Warriors tried not to stare, worry clenching in his stomach. Nightmares were common enough between them, though they’d gotten better as the years had gone on. Warriors had practice with those, and panic attacks, and a small list of the other crap they all dealt with after their superhero careers, but this... felt way out of his league.

We’ll figure this out, he promised silently, adding small feathers to the bird he was shaping in his palms. Sky breathed out a weary sigh, and Warriors swallowed.

We will. We’ll figure it out.

[flo-zoinks]

Headcanons for if you followed them around camp but you were crawling and trying to bite their ankles :)

Chlo you are the weirdest omg 😭 suree

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU FOLLOWED EACH RDR2 GANG MEMBER AROUND CAMP CRAWLING TRYNNA BITE THEIR ANKLES💀 (MY OPINION)

(Again here assuming you're like John in terms of likability and age/gender because will responses differ greatly)

Arthur - give you evils and say "what the hell is wrong you? Get away from me" tells whoever you're closest to, eg hosea or Grimshaw to get you back in line before leaving camp because his mood is now ruined

Hosea - stop and just tell you to get up because you you look like a prize idiot, "more then already atleast"

Dutch - grab your shoulder and bring you to your feet then shove you outta camp, then rant for 5 minutes to whoever listens that society is destroying sane minds

Charles - "stop it. That's weird" looks at you weirdly and probably kick you if he had to just so you stop

Sadie - grab her shotgun and hit you HARD with the back end of it, then kick your ur ass shouting curses

Molly - runs to Dutch. Dutch probably would just tell you to get up cuz you look stupid but then scold her after for bothering him with such "trivial matters" because "obviously it was just in good fun"

Pearson - shout out like a child, try and use his cooking tools as weapons and back away from you aiming them. After it's over says he was holding himself out from unleashing his anger in camp

Trelawny - ridicule your weird behaviour very sarcastically but walk quite a lot faster trynna play it cool like he's not a bit frightened by your activity

Javier - "HIJO DE PUTA QUE ESTÁS HACIENDO 😨". Starts kicking you until your down then just continues until you promise you won't do it again. Probably helps you back up again just to threaten you with a knife

John - look at you disgusted and immediately pulls out his shotgun aiming at you until you stop

Karen - throws whatever shes holding at you (probably a beer bottle) and curse you for being a freak

Tilly - runs towards Arthur or Javier whilst hurling insults at you calling you a sick freak

Abigail - assume it's a weird perv thing then run away to suddenly stop and kick you when you don't expect it. Then tell John to make sure Jack doesn't go near you

Micah - "are you down there to practice begging me for kindness...heh..." (heavy breathing). If it wasnt Micah it would be assumed they are trying to creep you until you just stand up and be normal. If you're a minority he says "didn't know (slur) did that too what did I expect huh"

Jack - run away screaming into Abigail's, Hosea's, Dutch's, Arthur's or John's arms. Probably starts crying then later when you're sleeping throws rocks at you for revenge

Bill - "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING I'M NOT INTO THAT STUFF" backs away almost running backwards with his gun pointed at you

Uncle - forgets he has lumbago and runs across camp trying to get you to attack someone else. Probably hides behind John and says to you something like "surely you'd prefer this one, sure he needs a bit more meat on him, but take him take him!!"

Mary-Beth - throws her book at you and runs to Arthur for help, or Karen. Thinks you're possessed.

Sean - thinks it's a game so joins you to chase after Kieran, then blames you when he gets told off for starting it

Lenny - "what the hell.." kicks you once then pulls you up. Gives you a lecture after on respectable behaviour

Grimshaw - just stops and grabs you by the ear up on your feet, then smacks you. Tells you off and then drags you out of camp, especially if you did it near the girls she doesnt take bs

Kieran - backs away, runs away, shouting he's not an O'Driscoll. Probably hides further from the edge of camp for the next day but on the bright side everyone thinks your funny, if not a little weird, except Mary-Beth ofc

Reverend - thinks you're possessed, tells you bible verses, throws water on you, then runs away and drinks away whatever tf he just saw

Strauss - he is NOT surviving that again.. he has no chance in these headcanons ever

Alr yall tell me who I forgot!! Thanks for the heacanon you sucha weirdo😭. ALSO CHLO BOO U STARTED SOMETHING BC NOW MY INBOX IS JUST CRAZY FUNNY HEADCANONS OMG