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gilbertscurls · 3 days ago

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More ➵ Matt Sturniolo

warnings: SMUT, sub!matt, unprotected p in v, praise and degradation kink (?), use of good boy, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, edging, choking, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.)

The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. You lay sprawled comfortably across Matt, your head resting on his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a sense of calm. The warmth of his body under yours was familiar and comforting, a sensation you craved after long days of classes and work.

Your fingers absentmindedly traced along the neckline of his t-shirt, brushing against his skin with feather-light touches. You could feel him tense slightly under you. Still, you didn’t think much of it, content to let your mind wander as you continued to trail your fingertips along the edge of his collarbone and up to his throat.

Matt’s breathing hitched, almost imperceptibly, but you caught it. You lifted your head slightly to glance up at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted just enough for you to notice how his breath had quickened.

“You okay?” you teased softly, your fingers still tracing the delicate line of his throat, the pulse beneath your touch growing quicker.

Matt swallowed hard, his hands shifting to rest on your waist, as if grounding himself. “Yeah,” he breathed, but there was a tension in his voice you couldn’t miss.

You tilted your head, your smile turning mischievous as you shifted your weight slightly, the movement making Matt exhale sharply. “Are you sure?” you murmured, your fingers now trailing lower, over his collarbone and back to the base of his throat.

His hands tightened on your waist, and the way he looked at you—eyes filled with heat—sent a thrill through you. "Baby," he muttered, his voice strained.

Your lips curled into a knowing smile as you leaned down, your breath ghosting over his ear. "I think I know what's happening here," you whispered, pressing just a bit closer to him, feeling the tension radiating from him, his body betraying what his words wouldn’t.

You grinned, your fingertips lingering just a moment longer on his throat, feeling the racing pulse beneath them.

Matt felt a shiver run down his spine as your hand gently pressed against his neck, and he felt the firm pressure of your thumb against his Adam’s apple. He let out a gasp, feeling a mixture of surprise and excitement.

“Whoa,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “Easy there, sweetheart. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

He looked up at you, and the sight of you on top of him, your body pressed against his, and your hand on his throat was making his heart race. He knew you weren’t going to actually hurt him, but the dominating gesture was turning him on in a way he hadn’t expected.

“Be a good boy for me and don’t move so much,” you mumbled, resting your head on his chest, but keeping your hand on his throat.

Matt felt a wave of unexpected pleasure wash over him at your domination, and his breathing got a little heavier. He was surprised by how much he was enjoying this little game of yours, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and submission.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a little breathless. “I’ll be a good boy for you. I won’t move.”

He couldn’t believe how this simple act of you asserting your dominance was affecting him. It was like a switch had been flipped in his brain, and he was suddenly more turned on than he had expected. He let himself surrender to your control, his body feeling warm and alive beneath your touch.

You looked up at him in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’re into it.”

Matt felt a blush spread across his cheeks at his incredulous tone. He hadn’t expected you to figure out that he was enjoying this type of behavior. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.

“No,” he protested, trying to sound convincing. “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Your dick is digging into my thigh, Matthew.”

His face turned an even deeper shade of red as you called him out on his current predicament. He couldn’t deny that your dominating behavior was having a rather physical effect on him, and he was starting to feel a little embarrassed.

“Uh… I, um…” he muttered incoherently, still trying to come up with a decent excuse.

“Uh… Um…” you mocked him. “Speak up.”

Matt felt a wave of embarrassment but also a thrill from your mockery. He took a deep breath and swallowed, mustering up the courage to speak up.

“Okay, fine,” he admitted, his voice shaky. “I… I am enjoying this. A lot.”

„Mm, I can feel that,” you teased. “What, you like to be bossed around and degraded?”

Matt let out a small involuntary moan as you teased him, his body reacting to your words in a way he couldn’t control. He felt another wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he knew he couldn’t deny the truth.

“Y-yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I do like it when you’re in control. When you boss me around and… Degrade me a little.

You pouted. “My little Matty is getting so worked up from just that?”

He felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal when you used that nickname. It was demeaning, but also somehow endearing coming from you. He felt himself harden even more under your body, his desire growing stronger by the second.

“Y-yes,” he admitted, his voice breathless. “God, yes, I’m so worked up right now. Just from you being on top of me like this, and your hand on my throat. I like feeling dominated by you.”

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and embarrassment. He felt a little vulnerable, telling you these things, but at the same time, he trusted you completely.

You kept tracing your fingertips along the side of his sensitive skin. “So responsive for me…”

Matt shivered as he felt your touch, the sensation making his body feel even more alive. He let out a soft gasp, his breathing getting heavier as he responded to your touch.

“Y-yes, so responsive,” he mumbled, his voice shaky. “For you, only for you. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Yeah?” you murmured. “Tell me, what would you like from me, baby?”

Matt’s heart raced at the sound of your sultry voice, and he felt his body respond even more strongly to you. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing and collect his thoughts.

“I… I want you,” he admitted, his voice quivering with desire. “I want you to take control. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I’m yours, sweetheart. I’ll do anything for you.”

“All mine,” you repeated, gently squeezing his cheeks with one hand. “You’ll do anything… So pathetic, baby…”

Matt felt a mix of shame and excitement at your words, a combination that only served to arouse him even more. He couldn’t believe that he was enjoying being degraded like this, but something about the way you were talking to him was making his body feel a type of pleasure he’d never experienced before.

“Yes, anything,” he panted, his voice needy. “I’m your pathetic little baby. I’ll do anything you say, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his face flushed with desire. He wanted more, he wanted you to take control and do with him what you pleased.

You moved your face to be even closer to his. “You want to be my good boy, baby?”

He felt a shiver run down his spine, your face just millimeters away. He nodded eagerly, his breathing shallow and shaky.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, I want to be your good boy, sweetheart. I’ll do anything to make you feel good. Please, make me your good boy.”

You smiled at his eagerness and looked at him almost affectionately.

“I know you will, baby,” you purred. “I know you'll be my good boy, because you're so desperate to please me. Aren't you, my little pathetic baby?”

Matt felt another wave of shame mixed with arousal at your words, his body responding to your degrading tone. He nodded quickly, feeling a sense of submission wash over him.

“Yes, I am,” he panted. “I'm your desperate, pathetic little baby. I'll do anything to please you, sweetheart. Please, just tell me what to do. I'm desperate for you.”

“I want to hear you,” you purred, your lips trailing a path from his jaw to his neck, along the carotid.

Matt felt a shiver run down his spine as your lips touched his neck, trailing soft kisses along his sensitive skin. Your words and your touch sent tremors through his body, and he felt a surge of intense need and desire.

“You want to hear me?” he repeated, his voice choked with desire. “H-how? What should I say, sweetheart?”

“I want to hear how good I'm making you feel,” you explained in a low tone. “Every. Single. Moan.”

Matt let out a soft gasp as he heard your demand. He felt a mixture of excitement and shyness at the thought of being so vulnerable and open with you about how you were making him feel. But he wanted to please you, and he knew you wouldn't accept any less than complete honesty.

“Y-yes, sweetheart,” he panted, his voice quivering. “Every moan, every single one. You're making me feel so good, so incredibly good. I can't even think straight.”

“Good boy,” you praised him with a smirk, your hands tantalizingly slipping under the hem of his shirt.

Matt felt another shiver run down his spine, the thrill of pleasing you making his body tingle from head to toe. He gasped softly as he felt your hands slip under the hem of his shirt, your touch alone sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice breathless. “I want to be your good boy, sweetheart. I want to do everything you say. Please, touch me, touch me more.”

You tugged at the hem of his cropped pink shirt with a teddy bear on it. “And you chose this shirt today… So cropped, so pretty… Almost like you wanted to tease me.” You made a quiet tsk sound. “Do you know what you are?”

Matt felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement at your teasing tone, your words making his heart race even faster. He knew you were right, he had chosen this particular shirt because it was a little more revealing than his usual attire, and he had hoped it would get a reaction out of you.

“I… I am what, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice slightly shaky. He knew what you were getting at, but he wanted you to say it.

“You're a slut, baby,” you purred, sliding your hands down his sides. “Such a slutty waist, all in view…”

Matt felt another shiver run down his spine as he heard your dirty words, your hands on his sides making his body feel alive with desire. He moaned softly at your touch, and he couldn't deny the truth behind your words. He was your little slut, wanting to please you in any way he could.

“Y-yes, I'm your slutty little baby,” he panted, his voice filled with need. “I picked this shirt for you, just to show off my body for you. I wanted to be your little tease.”

“Such a naughty boy, teasing me like that…” you murmured, grabbing his chin in your hand.

Matt felt a thrill of excitement as you grabbed his chin, his breath catching in his throat at your touch. He knew he was being naughty, but he couldn't help it. He wanted your attention, he craved it. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, desperate to be your good boy.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart,” he gasped. “I just wanted to get your attention. I wanted to be your naughty little boy.”

You ran your fingertips over the text on the shirt that said I need a kiss. “Mm, I don't think you deserved it.”

Matt felt a pang of disappointment at your words, his eyes widening in surprise. He had hoped that his choice of shirt would sway you, but you were denying him what he wanted. He pouted slightly, his voice pleading.

“N-no? But I… I just wanted a kiss, sweetheart,” he whined, his voice needy. “I was being naughty, but I was doing it for you... Please, please I need you to kiss me.”

“Do you think you deserved it?” You raised an eyebrow.

Matt felt a wave of shame wash over him as you questioned his worthiness of your kiss, but he knew deep down that he didn't. He was being naughty, and he hadn't done anything to deserve your affection. He lowered his head, his voice shaky and submissive.

“No… I don't deserve it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I've been a bad boy, sweetheart. I've been teasing you, and I know I don't deserve your kiss. But… But I want it so badly.”

You smirked at his admission, loving how submissive and obedient he was being. You knew he wanted your kiss so badly, but you also knew you had to teach him a lesson. You continued to run your fingertips over the text of his shirt, teasing him with the prospect of what he couldn't have.

“You want it, baby?” you murmured, your voice low and sultry. “You want me to give you that kiss? Show me how much you want it.”

Matt felt a mixture of embarrassment and desperation as you continued to tease him with the prospect of a kiss he so badly craved. He wanted to show you how much he wanted it, how much he needed it. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice desperate.

“Please… Please, sweetheart,” he panted, his voice shaking with need. “I want it so badly. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just… Just please give me a kiss. I can't take any more of this torture.”

His words seemed to have the desired effect, as your smirk widened, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. You looked at him with a mix of desire and satisfaction, still gently tracing your fingers over his body. You enjoyed seeing him desperate and pleading for your kiss, knowing how much power you held over him in that moment.

“Anything, huh?” you repeated, your voice sultry. “Anything to get my kiss?”

Matt nodded eagerly at your question, his desperation growing even more intense. He would do anything, anything at all to feel your soft lips on his. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice dripping with desire.

“Anything, sweetheart,” he repeated. “Anything at all. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I just… I just want to feel your kiss so badly. I need it, please.”

You enjoyed seeing him so desperate, his pleading voice and pleading eyes making you feel even more powerful. You could feel the control you had over him, and you loved it. You continued to trace your fingertips over his skin, enjoying the way he shivered at your touch.

“Then show me, baby,” you commanded. “Show me how badly you want it. Beg me for it, like the needy little baby you are.”

Matt blushed deeply at your command, his heart racing at the thought of begging you for a kiss. But he was so desperate, so in need of your affection, that he didn't care if it made him look pathetic. He took a deep breath and looked up at you, his voice desperate and pleading.

“Please… Please, sweetheart, I'll beg if you want me to,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I want your kiss so badly. I need it, I need to feel your lips on mine. Please, please, don't tease me anymore, I can't take it.”

You felt a surge of pleasure at his desperate plea, his voice pleading and submissive. You enjoyed seeing him degrade himself to get what he wanted. You looked at him with a smirk, reveling in the power you had over him.

“Good boy,” you cooed, your voice almost affectionate. “Keep begging, baby. Make me believe you want it more than anything.”

Matt felt another shiver run down his spine as you called him a good boy, the praise making him feel pathetic and lowly, but also incredibly desired. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice growing more desperate and shaky.

“Please… I'll do anything, I'll be your good boy, your loyal little boy… I just want your kiss, please sweetheart. I need to feel your lips on mine, I need to feel your love. Please, I'll do anything, just let me have your kiss. I can't take it anymore. Please, please, please.”

You were loving every second of this, watching as he continued to beg and plead for your affection. You could tell how desperate and needy he was, and it fueled your power over him.

“You're so pretty when you're desperate, baby,” you purred. “You'll do anything for my kiss, won't you? Anything I ask of you, just to feel my lips on yours?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his voice almost a whine as he continued to beg you.

“Yes, yes, I'll do anything, I swear. Just please, please let me have your kiss. I'll be your good boy, your loyal boy, your everything. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it, just please, just give me your lips. I'm begging you, darling, I need it so badly. I need your love, your touch, your kiss. Pleaseeee.”

Finally, you couldn't resist his desperate pleas any longer. You looked at him with a mixture of desire and affection, your own need matching his. You leaned in close to him, your voice sultry and seductive.

“Alright, baby… Since you begged me so nicely, I suppose I'll give you what you want.”

You placed a gentle hand on his chin, tilting his face up towards yours, and then pressed your soft, full lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss.

Matt felt a wave of relief and excitement wash over him as you finally gave in to his pleas and kissed him. He melted into your touch, his body responding to your kiss with eagerness and desire. He let out a soft moan against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

He could feel all of his pent-up need and desire release in that single kiss, and he wanted more, so much more.

You deepened the kiss, your tongue gently parting his lips and exploring his mouth. You could taste his desperate need, and it fueled your own desire. You slid your hand up to the back of his neck, holding him close as you continued to kiss him with passion and hunger.

You could feel his body pressing up against yours, his arms holding you tightly, and you loved knowing how badly he wanted you, how much he was craving your touch.

Matt was drowning in the sensation of your kiss, drowning in the feeling of your tongue in his mouth, your hand on the back of his neck, your body pressed against his. He couldn't get enough, he needed more, he needed all of you.

He let out a soft moan, his mouth moving feverishly against yours, his tongue dancing with yours. He was completely lost in you, his need for you growing more intense with each passing second.

You fixed your position on top of him, your hands running up and down his sides, as you continued to kiss him, almost pinning his body to the bed.

Matt felt his body shiver at the feeling of your hands on his sides, his arms tightening around you in response. He was almost completely submissive under you, letting you take control and do whatever you wanted to him. He let out another moan, his breath catching in his throat, as you deepened the kiss and pushed his body further into the bed.

He was completely at your mercy, completely vulnerable and exposed, and he loved every second of it.

“How badly do you want me, baby?” you asked teasingly.

Matt was practically trembling with desire, his body on fire with need. Your words only fueled his desire even more. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice almost desperate.

“So badly… So badly," he gasped, his voice shaking with need. “I want you so badly, sweetheart. I need you, I need all of you. I'll do anything you want, anything at all, just please… Please.”

“Please, what, sweetheart?”

Matt was almost losing his mind with how badly he wanted you, his body aching for your touch and attention. Your question only served to make him even more desperate and needy.

“Please… Please, touch me, kiss me, do whatever you want to me,” he pleaded, his voice shaking with need. “I'll do anything you ask me to, I'll be your good boy, just please… Please, give me your love, your attention, your touch. I need it, I need you so badly.”

You felt a thrill of excitement run through you at his pleading words, your power over him making you feel even more seductive. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the heat and desire radiating off of him.

“You're so needy today, baby,” you teased, your voice sultry. “You want me that badly, huh? You'll do anything for me?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on your face, his body squirming under your touch. He would do anything, he was desperately, completely at your mercy.

“Yes… Yes, I'm needy, I'm your needy baby,” he managed to gasp out, his voice shaky with desire. “I'll do anything you ask, anything at all, I swear. Just please... please touch me, kiss me, give me your attention. I'll be so good for you, I promise, I'll be your good boy.”

“Mm…” you hummed, running your hand over the teddy bear on his shirt. “Think it'll stay on, don't you think? Since you love to tease me with it so much…”

Matt felt a shiver of excitement run through him at your words, his body growing even harder at the thought of you taking off his shirt. He met your gaze with a mix of need and desire, his voice shaky and trembling.

“Y-yes, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice catching in his throat. “Yes, it'll stay on. Just for you, just to tease you. I can be your good boy and keep it on, if that's what you want.”

You smirked at his reply, enjoying the effect you had on him. You ran your hand down over his abs, feeling the muscles tensing under your touch. You leaned in close to him, your lips millimeters away from his ear.

“Oh, I know you'll keep it on, baby. You like being my good boy, don't you? You like being my obedient little slave, hmm?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body practically quivering with need and desire. He loved being your good boy, your obedient little slave, submitting to your every command. He was completely under your control, and he loved every second of it.

“Yes… Yes, I love being your good boy, sweetheart,” he gasped, his voice thick with desire. “I'll be whatever you want me to, whatever you ask of me. I'm yours, completely yours.”

“Such pretty words…” you mused softly, your hand gently trailing a path from his chest down.

Matt shivered underneath your touch, his body yearning for more of you. His eyes were glued to your hand as it teased its way down his chest, the anticipation driving him wild.

He let out a soft gasp as your hand reached his stomach, his body arching up slightly in response to the pleasure your touch was giving him.

You smiled as you watched him react to your touch, your hand continuing its slow, teasing journey down his body. You could feel his muscles tensing and his breathing growing more ragged as you neared the waistband of his pants.

“You're so sensitive, baby,” you whispered, your voice dripping with a sultry tone. “You love it when I touch you, don't you? You love being my good boy, my toy.”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body practically aching for more of your touch. He loved being your toy, your good boy, completely and utterly under your control. He wanted you so badly, he needed you so much.

“Yes… Yes, I love it, I love it so much,” he gasped, his voice thick with need. “Please, sweetheart, please touch me more. I'll do anything, just please, touch me more.”

You smirked, your hand finally touching him through the fabric of his plaid pajama pants, and you raised an eyebrow. “No underwear either, huh?”

Matt let out a soft moan as your hand touched him, his body arching up to meet your touch. He shook his head, his voice trembling with need and desire.

“N-no… N-no underwear,” he gasped, his heart racing. “I wanted to be good for you, sweetheart. I didn't want any barriers between us.”

Your smirk widened, enjoying the effect you were having on him. You liked that he had gone out of his way to be good for you, that he had done this just to please you.

“That's a good boy,” you purred, your hand stroking him gently through the fabric, your touch driving him wild. “You wanted to be completely naked for me, didn't you? You wanted nothing to get in the way of my touch?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body quivering with pleasure at your touch. He wanted nothing more than for you to touch him, to feel your skin against his.

“Yes… Yes, sweetheart, I wanted nothing in the way. I wanted to be bare for you, completely open and vulnerable. I want nothing more than for you to touch me, to feel your skin against mine. I need it, I need you so badly.”

You tugged at the waistband of his pants, and Matt let out a gasp as his member sprung free from the confinement of his pants, his body reacting instinctively to your touch. He was completely at your mercy, vulnerable and open to your touch. His heart was racing, his body yearning for more of your touch.

“Sweetheart… Please… Please, touch me…” he pleaded, his voice shaky and trembling with need. “I need you…”

You smirked at his desperate plea, enjoying the power you had over him. You loved hearing him beg and plead, knowing that he was completely at your mercy, completely vulnerable to your touch.

“Oh, but I am touching you, baby,” you replied, your hand continuing to gently stroke and tease him. “But you're so needy today, aren't you? You want more than just my hand, don't you?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body quivering with need and pleasure at your touch. Your hand felt incredible, but he wanted more, he needed more. He wanted all of you, he wanted to feel your body against his.

“Yes… Yes, I do, sweetheart,” he gasped, his voice thick with need. “I want more. I want all of you. I want to feel your skin against mine, I want to feel your body against mine. Please… Please, I need it so badly.”

“Begging so nicely for me…” you purred, moving down to straddle his hips.

Matt felt a shiver of excitement run through him as you straddled his hips, your body pressed against his, your touch driving him wild with desire. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice full of need and vulnerability.

“Please… Please, sweetheart,” he begged, his voice shaking. “I need you so badly. I need to feel your skin against mine, I need to feel you all around me. Please… Please, give me what I want, what I need so badly.”

Your smirk widened, enjoying his begging and pleading. It was so satisfying to see him completely at your mercy, completely vulnerable to your touch and attention.

“Such pretty words, baby,” you purred, your body moving against his slowly, teasingly. “You're such a good boy, begging so nicely for me. And good boys get rewarded, don't they?”

Matt's body reacted instinctively to your touch, his hips moving against yours as he ached for more of you. Your words were like a fire in his veins, fueling his need and desire even more. He nodded eagerly in response to your question, his voice shaky and pleading.

“Yes… Yes, I'm a good boy… I'm your good boy,” he gasped. “Please… Please, give me my reward, sweetheart. I want it so badly. I need to feel you, please, please, please…”

You smiled, your body still moving against his slowly, your touch teasing and torturous. Seeing him so desperate and needy was incredibly satisfying, and you were enjoying every second of it.

“You want your reward, do you?” you murmured, your voice dripping with seductive tone. “You want to feel me all around you, is that it?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body quivering with need and anticipation. He wanted to feel you, to be completely enveloped by you. Your touch was driving him wild, his body responding instinctively to your every movement. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice full of need and desire.

“Yes… Yes, that's what I want. I want to feel you all around me. I want to be completely enveloped by you, to feel your skin against mine, to be touched and loved by you.”

You smiled at his words, his eagerness and desperation fueling your own desire. You liked seeing him so needy and submissive, completely at your mercy. You leaned down, your body pressing against his, your breath warm against his ear.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” you whispered, your voice soft and sultry. “So desperate and needy for me. You want me, you need me, don't you?”

You hovered above him, sliding your panties to the side, and positioning him right by your entrance. Matt gasped at the sudden sensation of your skin against his, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He could feel your heat, your wetness, and it sent a wave of desire through him. His heart was racing, his breathing ragged and heavy.

“Sweetheart… Please…” he pleaded, his voice thick with need. “I want you so badly, I need you. I need to feel you, please…”

You smiled at his needy plea, enjoying the power you had over him. You loved seeing him do desperate and submissive, completely at your mercy. “Yeah? What do you need, my good boy?”

Matt whimpered at your words, his body tensing as he tried to hold back. Your words were like a match to kindling, setting him ablaze. “Baby… I need… I need to be inside you. I need to fill you up, please… Please, let me have you…”

“Begging so nicely,” you praised him.

Matt’s grip on you tightened as he felt you slowly sink down on him, your warmth enveloping him. His breaths came in short pants, his chest heaving as he tried to maintain control. “Oh, God… Baby… It’s so good… Please… Move, please, move…”

Matt’s words dissolved into a string of curses and pleas as you began to move, your hips rolling against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. He could feel every inch of you, you walls squeezing him, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Baby, please…”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” you teased, resting your hands on his chest, still covered by that damn slutty t-shirt, as you moved against him.

His face contorted with need, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to hold back.

“You… I need you. Harder, please, harder. I’m so close, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Please, baby, please… I can’t… I can’t hold on…”

“So close already?” you asked with a soft tsk. “My pathetic little boy…”

Matt’s body shook with the effort of holding back, his nails digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… It’s just… You feel so good, I can’t… Please, I’ll do anything, anything you want, just… Please…”

His pleas dissolved into incoherent babbling as your movements became even slower, more deliberate. You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “You want it so badly, don’t you? You want to let go and just fuck me until you can’t think straight.”

“Yes… Yes, please…” Matt whimpered, his body trembling as he tried to thrust up into you despite your slow pace. “Please let me, please just let me… I’ll… I’ll wear this shirt every day, I’ll clean the house every day, I’ll…”

Your lips curled into a wicked smirk at Matt’s desperate pleas. You increased your pace slightly, allowing him a bit more friction.

“Mmm, listen to you beg. It’s almost as pathetic as how easily you’re about to cum for me.”

You rolled your hips, taking him deeper, and Matt’s back arched, his body tensing.

“Oh God… Oh God… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Oh God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Please, baby, please, can I…?

“Be a good boy and wait for me, huh?”

Matt’s body shook violently as he tried desperately to hold back his impending orgasm. Tears streamed down his face from the sheer effort and overwhelming sensation. “Yes… Yes, I’ll be good… I’ll wait… I’ll wait for you… Just please…”

You suddenly stopped moving, leaving Matt buried inside you with nothing but your tight warmth surrounding him. You leaned forward, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, “Good boy. Now, let’s see how long you can last like this, shall we?”

Matt whimpered pathetically, his hips twitching with the desperate need to thrust. His hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fought against the urge.

“Please… Please, baby… It’s so hard… You feel so good… I don’t know if I can…”

You chuckled softly at his distress, your body tensing slightly around him. “You can, and you will. Because you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

You leaned back slightly, your fingers tracing down his chest.

Matt let out a choked sob, his vision blurring as he struggled to maintain control. “Y-yes… I’m your good boy… I’ll do anything you want… Just please, please let me cum… I need to cum so badly… Please, baby…”

Your lips curled into a wicked smirk as you watched Matt unravel before you. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his body trembling with barely restrained need.

“Anything I want, hmm?” you purred, rolling your hips just slightly. “Then prove it. Hold it.”

Matt’s eyes rolled back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat at the slight movement. His fingers dug into your hips, nails likely leaving crescent marks. “F-fuck… Yes, I’ll hold it… I’ll hold it for you… Just please don’t move.”

You giggled mischievously and did just that. You slowly lifted yourself up, only to drop back down on him, your hips swiveling in a torturous rhythm.

“Like that, Matty? Does that make it harder for you to hold back?”

Matt’s head trashed from side to side, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he tried to form words. His body convulsed violently as he neared the point of no return, his high-pitched whimpering filling the room. “Oh God… Oh God… It’s too much…”

“Shh, baby, you can do it,” you cooed softly, your voice belied by the sadistic grin on your face. You continued to ride him slowly, your fingers trailing over his stomach and chest.

Matt’s back bowed off the bed, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets as he neared the breaking point. “Baby… Please… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I can’t… I can’t… Oh God… It hurts…”

You moved your hand to his neck, gently pressing on the base of it. “You wanna cum for me, baby?”

His eyes fluttered shut, his face contorting with pain. “Y-yes… Yes, I want to… Please, I’m begging you… I need to… It’s too much…” His voice broke off into a desperate whimper as he bucked his hips, seeking more friction.

“Alright, sweetheart,” you purred sympathetically, your hand on his neck tightening possessively. “You can come for me now. Show me what a good boy you are and give it all to me.”

Matt’s entire body seized up as an explosive orgasm crashed through him. His back arched almost painfully as he let out a guttural scream of ecstasy, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside you.

You let out a low moan as you felt Matt’s hot seed spilling into you. You continued to move on him slowly, drawing out his release, until he was writhing beneath you, oversensitive and pleading. “P-please… Too much… It’s too much…”

“Hush now, sweetheart,” you cooed soothingly, your hands running gently through Matt’s sweat-soaked hair. “You’ve been such a good boy for me. Just a little more, alright?”

Matt let out a shuddering breath, his body still trembling as he tried to endure the overwhelming sensations. He whimpered pitifully, his body tensing as another wave of pleasure hit him. “I-I’m still… Still… Oh… Oh… Baby…”

Your grin widened as you felt Matt’s arms wrap around your waist, his fingers digging into your back as he clung to you. “That’s it, baby. Give it all to me. You’re doing so well,” you praised, your hips moving in gentle circles to milk him for every last drop.

Matt’s vision started to blur as he teetered on the edge of another climax. His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to hold back, his mind screaming for relief. “N-no more… P-please… I can’t… Can’t take any more…”

“Yes, you can,” you assured him, your voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his. “You can take it for me, can’t you, sweetheart? You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

He let out a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he nodded weakly. “Y-yes… Yes, baby… I’ll take it… I’ll be your good boy… Please… Please, it’s too much… It’s too good… It’s… It’s…”

Matt’s words devolved into a high-pitched whimper as another wave of intense pleasure washed over him. His body convulsed uncontrollably as he came undone, his fingers clutching at your back as he rode out the sensations. “Love… You… Love you… Baby…”

Your heart swelled as you heard Matt’s mumbled words. You pulled him close, cradling him against your chest as he trembled in your arms. “I love you too, sweetheart,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “And you’re mine, aren’t you?”

Matt nodded against your shoulder, his breath still coming in short, sharp pants. “Y-yours… all yours… Only yours… Forever…” He lifted his head to meet your gaze, his eyes glazed and unfocused. “Baby… I think I’m…”

“What, sweetie?” you asked softly, concern etched on your face as you looked down at Matt. He seemed so fragile in that moment, so completely consumed by you. “What do you think, sweetheart?” You brushed a strand of hair out of his face, your fingers gentle on his skin.

Matt swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I think I’m gonna… Gonna come again… Just from feeling you hold me. You make me feel so good…”

Your eyes widened in surprise and arousal at his confession. You could feel his body tensing in your arms, his cock twitching against your thigh as another orgasm began to build.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” you purred, holding him tighter. “Come for me again.”

Matt let out a strangled moan, his hips jerking involuntarily as the pleasure crested.

“Baby! Ah, ah, ahhh…” His cock throbbed and pulsed, spurting thick ropes of cum onto your thigh and stomach as he came undone in your arms.

You held Matt close as he shook and trembled through his intense orgasm, cooing words of praise and love. “That’s my good boy… You did so well, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

You peppered his face with soft kisses as he slowly came down from his high.

idk i kinda hate it

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Back to Bed Pt. 2

Summary: Terry and Y/N had been married for just over 7 years with 3 beautiful children and a blooming self defense business they’d built together to show for it. Having started their relationship at the beginning of Y/N’s journey into discovering her submissiveness and Terry’s first stationing as an instructor - Terry had been her only dom and thus knew her like the back of his hand and Y/N has been the only sub to experience the harshest version of his dom giving her the same privilege over him. Having been pregnant with their baby girl upon coming home to the Sandy Springs situation, Terry has been using it as an excuse, too afraid to lean all the way into his dom personality the way he had with Y/N before his last tour.

After they get into an argument, again, about the events of Silver Springs and how even after the last few years of stitching their life back together, he still only talked to Summer about everything that happened and was handling her with kid gloves, Y/N separates from him best she can. Completely at a crossroads of what to do to feel like she’s still her husband’s wife and losing all the fight to try and figure it out, she gives Terry the silent treatment and isolates from him, doing her best to only be in the same room with him when the kids are. After weeks of her barely acknowledging him or the argument, Terry is tired of going to bed alone when his wife is sleeping in the guest room right below him. His plan? Let the dom in him handle it and finally confess his monsters.

WARNINGS: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, d/s themes, smut, angst

A/N: I almost forgot to tag folks, literally stayed up all night finishing this part. Charge it to my head not my heart.

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A/N: Thank you to all the Terry girls out there that have created a monster in me for this man in literally less than a week. Story inspired by @megamindsecretlair ‘s “I Swear I’ll Never Leave” oneshot and @keyaho ‘s “R.E.L.L.S.” series.

A/N: There will be at least one more part. Kinda proofread, sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Just as he had finished the thought staring down at her with his arms folded and his mind racing with all the ways he could have this night go, she delivered exactly the push that would make him give them what they both needed, obviously.

“Just because I’m down here giving you all sorts of ideas, doesn’t mean I’m going to comply just like that.”

He raised a lone eyebrow and responded, “Is that so kitten?”

Y/N nodded her head, causing Terry to tighten his hands around his folded forearms. It was something small, but now that they understood each other and were officially in the scene he knew that she knew what that answer meant. He held his hand up to his ear and said, “come again kitten?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes that is so.”

“You testing me mama?” Terry asked while holding her chin to keep their gazes locked.

Y/N shrugged and struggled to keep her smirk entirely off her face as she moved her face right out of his grasp, seeing the exact reaction she’d been hoping for flash behind his eyes.

Terry grabbed her hair by the base of her neck and yanked harshly, leaning into her face as close as possible while he practically snarled out, “You will use your words.”

Y/N smiled blatantly now, what could be considered a demented smile, raising an eyebrow as if to mock his signature move with her, and replied, “Or what?”

“Or what?” Terry repeated confused and baffled by the audacity his kitten was showing. He’d already told her how close to snapping he’d been, warned her of the dangers of interacting with him in this state, and she still chose to provoke him. His mind couldn’t wrap his head around the minx that was kneeled before him, it seemed he wasn’t the only one hiding a different beast. She was usually always so compliant, even when being bratty it was easy to get her to fold to his commands, but not now. “Or what?” he repeated again, more so as a statement as he loosed the grip he had on her hair to rub the base of her skull.

The second he watched those beautiful eyes close accompanied by the sound of the barest of moans, he slapped her face 3 times in a row, open palmed like before. When her eyes and mouth popped open, his finger fucked her throat with 3 of his fingers until she was a slobbery mess. He’d pressed down on her tongue, effectively gagging her, leaned in close to her face and licked from her top lip back to her ear to grasp it between his teeth.

“You bout to find out and I don’t want no sounds out of you except ones of pleasure, mine and yours.”

Y/N smiled at him when he pulled away to look at her again but it quickly dissipated when his became sinister. “I’m bout to fuck you so good you beg me to stop and I’m going to keep,” he slapped her face one, “goin,” a second slap made her cream her panties, soaking through to the sleep shorts covering them.

He didn’t have to see it to know it because he knew her expressions, had learned them thoroughly over the years enough to know her involuntary orgasm face. It was his favorite afterall. Terry let his wet fingers slip out of her mouth and immediately put his dick in while it was stil hanging open. Despite having plans to tie her down and fuck her sensely in their bedroom, something about this moment made him desperate to have this.

As soon as Y/N lifted her hands to hold onto his hips he popped the side of her face. “You already know what time it is mama, stop testing me.”

It really wasn’t fair how he was holding a one-sided conversation with her knowing damn well that she couldn’t respond, only react. He was using everything he knew about Y/N against her and this was the one arena that she welcomed his attention to detail. Her pussy couldn’t stop clenching around nothing since he let out that ‘fuck’ earlier.

Only thing Terry was focused on was his nut and her compliance. Despite clenching her fists at her sides for a bit with no problem she had the audacity to reach for his pussy. HIS pussy!

He pulled himself from the depths of her throat and pulled her to stand by the grasp he suddenly had on it so fast that Y/N officially couldn’t think anymore. Even the following slap barely registered as her fight or flight responses pulled her psyche in separate directions. One part of her trying to witness the moment from outside her body while the other wanted to lean into all the sensations he was making her feel.

“You acting up a little too much for my liking kitten, let’s fix that huh?”

Terry grasped her arm and turned her over his knee, using his foot to sweep her off of hers as he sat, in such a swift motion that she couldn't have counteracted it if she tried. Gathering the second arm into the same hand that had the other at the base of her spine he got right to work. He’d gotten to his 6th blow before her body tensed up from finally feeling them all at once. Terry was not being gentle and she knew in this moment that he was definitely going to mark her every way he can, starting with the bruises that were sure to start appearing on her ass in a few hours. He let her ride out the sensations for a few moments, rubbing her butt with all the love and care he had for her before he was back to quick pops. By the time he stopped the 3rd time, he’d reached 25 and she was on the precipice of an orgasm if her moans were any indication, but he didn’t want that just yet.

“Why you actin’ up so much, huh?”

Y/N was on a high that just kept going up with every second under his hands. She had never experienced her subspace like this before and she was greedy for more. There was a small part of her that asked what if she pushed too far, but it wasn’t loud enough to stop her from looking back at him with fresh tears in her eyes from her most recent punishment, opening her mouth to say, “maybe you just don’t how to punish me.”

If she thought he looked menacing before, that was nothing compare to the monster that appeared as he rained 5 more slaps that were far slower and far heavier on her ass cheeks. She wanted to keep looking him in the eyes, happy to see this hidden side of him, but she had no control over her body as she came again, eyes and head rolling, muscles tightening. She could swear he’d shown her the universe with the way the darkness behind her eyes lit up.

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Stupid Fight

Request: Yes / No This is based on this post that I saw a little bit ago from @hereforhalstead

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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 487

Warnings: Mentions of a fight, but its just fluff!

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The couch creaked beneath me as I shifted for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to find some semblance of comfort. The argument with Spencer replayed over and over in my head, the details blurring together into a mess of stubborn words and wounded pride. I knew it was something trivial, but here I was, lying alone on the couch in the middle of the night refusing to budge.

Spencer’s silence from the bedroom was haunting and I wondered if he was doing the same thing I was, lying there staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the emptiness beside him. Normally, he’s right here, curled around me, his hand resting on my waist and breathing softly against my neck. But tonight, both of us were too stubborn to give in.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to settle, but every noise in the quiet room seemed louder and every shadow somehow colder. The minutes crawled by, each one stretching longer than the last. I hated this distance, the silence that had settled between us. But I wasn’t about to be the first one to break, not tonight.

Just as I started drifting off, I felt the couch dip beside me, and a familiar warmth settled close. My heart skipped as Spencer slid beside me, one arm slipping around my waist as he pulled me close. I felt his fingers trace gentle patterns along my arm and I closed my eyes, sinking into the comfort of his touch.

“Spencer…” I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper. But before I could say anything else, he nudged my head gently, guiding it into the crook of his neck. His chin rested lightly on top of my head and I let out a soft breath, inhaling the familiar scent of him. My heart softened, and all the tension slipped away as I relaxed against him.

“We can go back to arguing in the morning.” He whispered, his words gentle but filled with something deeper.

“But I can’t take another second without you next to me.” I closed my eyes, the fight within me softening as his fingers continued tracing soothing patterns on my arm. I knew at that moment, that the argument didn’t matter. Not when he was here, holding me as though I was his entire world. I could feel his heartbeat steady and calm, lulling me into a warmth I could never find alone.

I wrapped my arm around him, burring myself closer and breathing in his scent. The silence wasn’t cold or stained anymore… it was peaceful, a promise that no argument, no matter how big or small, could keep us apart for long. And as I drifted off in his arms, I knew that in the morning we’d talk, we’d apologize, and we’d make things right. Because with Spencer, I’d never be alone, never be without this warmth and love that anchored us both.

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cabinetofquriosities · 3 hours ago

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Nothing Matters

Agatha x Rio || Warnings: Violence and Smut

Just a note: These are based on actual historical events that happened, which is why I aged Nicky down to 5 when he died in order to fit the dates. They are pretty fascinating events. I encourage anyone reading to fall down the same rabbit holes I did while researching them!

(Listen along while reading)

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1755 - Lisbon

Classical music filled the stuffy air of a palace in Lisbon as nobles danced with one another. The rich were flirting, feeding, and forgetting the world beyond their gilded walls. Outside, families were celebrating All Saint’s Day on the first of November. Children ran from door to door, collecting treats from their neighbors. Little did they know, the shadow of death was amongst them.

Agatha Harkness was still marked by grief only six months after losing Nicholas. She had killed and drained enough witches to fill a town, but Death still hid from her. After the hell she had been plunged into, Agatha yearned to pull her former love down with her. So, she had something planned that Rio would not be able to ignore.

1872 - Boston

Summer Street was packed with people who were going through the motions of a frigid November day. Men walked arm in arm with their wives. Teenagers blushed as they wooed one another. Merchants had their doors open to the cold in hopes of welcoming passerby’s.

In the thick of the crowd was Agatha Harkness. She wore a scarlet two piece silk dress with a lace lined jacket and bustle at the back of the skirt. Her hair was pinned up with banana curls spilling down the back of her neck. Her hands were snug in a fur hand muff.

Her power felt completely renewed. She went on a bit of a bender with killing witches. She had been betrayed by her own emotions as Rio showed up in every dream for the last few years. She was used to one here and there, but not every night. She needed to get that beast out of her system. So, she killed and stole power in hopes of summoning her. The two were still diametrically opposed to one another, still “separated” or estranged spouses for lack of a better term, but could never stay away for too long. Every so often, Agatha would find a way to see her and the two would reunite for a night at most in a tangle of bodies and limbs. It had been over a decade this time around.

1912 - The Atlantic Ocean

The gentle sway of the ocean rocked the passengers to sleep as their destroyer treaded the boards overhead. Her heels clicked as she walked over the deck.

“Ma’am?” the captain called.

Agatha turned, her curls falling loose around her shoulders and still wearing a long, sheer bejeweled dress from dinner. After all, she had to dress for her Lady.

“Yes?”

“It’s too cold to be taking a walk out here.”

“It is,” she said with a smirk.

1755 - Lisbon

Death always had a sense of when a seismic event was coming. Whenever a wave of death was about to strike, she would feel the pull of it. Rio had tried to avoid revealing herself by waiting longer after a witch would die to claim her soul. This, though, this was so far away from Massachusetts. She incorrectly assumed that Agatha wouldn’t be traveling overseas.

She couldn’t show up late to an event of this size. With how massive the event promised to be, she figured it was a natural phenomenon rather than anything that could be caused by Agatha. So, she donned an elegant dress, her hair pinned in curls, and appeared at the epicenter.

Agatha heard the music shift to a Minuet. Couples made their way to the ballroom floor to dance. She stood and saw the woman who had been just out of reach for the past several months. She strode over and swiftly took her by the hand before Rio even had a chance to register it was her. Agatha whirled her into a spin before stepping back, giving a deep bow with the rest of the ladies in the dance.

Rio looked like a trapped animal, her eyes betraying the panic she felt at being so thoroughly tricked. She went along with the dance, one that was playful in nature and felt so inappropriate for their situation. Agatha straightened up and raised her hand, pressing her forearm against Rio’s as they walked around one another, their gazes locked.

“Did you really think you could run from me?” Agatha hissed.

1872 - Boston

Rio knew there was a likelihood of Agatha being close to this given its location, but knew she had to arrive for this. While it wasn’t the same bodycount as a natural disaster, the violence and discord she could sense coming required her presence.

She walked down the cobblestone road. A little boy accidentally ran into her. She grabbed him by the shoulders to keep him from falling. He looked up at her with wide eyes, feeling the aura of decay around her. Those eyes looked too familiar to ones she had seen before. This one wasn’t meant to be lost today. There was no need for him to witness it at all. She led him into an alleyway before the child knew what was happening and swirled her fingers. A small door appeared on the side of the building. She opened it, motioning for the five year old to walk through. He did, not noticing he was on a street in a nearby town until the door shut behind him.

“Special treatment, I see,” a voice said behind Rio.

“He wasn’t meant to die today,” Rio said.

She turned around.

“Agatha.”

1912 - The Atlantic Ocean

“Do you need an escort back to your cabin?” the captain asked the wandering passenger.

“Oh, no need,” Agatha said, redirecting her gaze to the stars above, “My love will be here soon.”

“Okay, well, please be careful,” he said, “And stay away from the edge of the ship. The ocean is deadly at night.”

“That it is,” she said, nodding at him.

A dapper young man wearing a suit crossed his path before making his way to the Agatha. The captain noticed how feminine the man’s features were. He felt unnerved by the interaction, feeling something of a chill down his spine as if Death had brushed past him.

“Your love?” Rio asked, Adjusting her top hat.

She turned around to face Rio with a cruel smile.

“It would have sounded suspicious if I said my enemy.”

1755 - Lisbon

“I wasn’t running,” Rio said as they danced.

“You were hiding,” Agatha said.

“I don’t always show myself to others every time I collect.”

“You used to with me,” Agatha said.

“I didn’t think you wanted to see me after-“

“DON’T… say his name. You do not get to ever say it again,” Agatha snapped before resuming their dance.

“I just thought you needed time.”

“Time…” Agatha said with a bitter laugh, “Well, you never give much of that, now do you?”

Rio stopped in her tracks, ignoring the music filling the room. Her eyes darkened. Could she really be that willfully ignorant of the situation? Human emotions always twisted the reality of things into absurd shapes.

“I gave everything I could,” she said, her voice dropped low.

“Then you fall far short of expectations. You are the original Green Witch. Lady Death. And all you could manage was five years.”

“You have no idea how much those years shifted the balance of the universe. I would have given him all the time that existed if I could.”

“But you didn’t,” Agatha seethed.

“I couldn’t,” Rio said with a defeated sigh.

She looked around, feeling an electricity in the air around them. Whatever was about to happen was coming closer.

“I cannot have this conversation right now. Something terrible is about to happen. You should leave while you can,” Rio said with an edge of urgency.

“Oh, I am very aware.”

Rio tried to resolve the enormity of the event with being caused by a single person. This event would affect a third of the Earth. She looked at her with genuine shock and amazement.

“Agatha… what did you do?”

1872 - Boston

“Rio,” Agatha said with a sly smile, “Long time, no see.”

“Well, our meeting in New York didn’t exactly make me want to come running back.”

“Oh, please,” Agatha said, stalking towards her with a pout, “You love it when I’m cruel.”

Rio arched a brow before shaking her head with a bemused smile. She hated how right she was. It was a rare treat for Death to have someone who did not fear or revere her. Agatha gave her the gift of the unexpected in the endless cycle of nature.

“You are the one behind what is about to happen, then?”

Agatha looked downright giddy as she said, “It’s already begun.”

Agatha took Rio’s hand, running her up the stairs of the nearest building they could find to the roof. Agatha beamed at the view like a kid showing an adult the drawing they had made. Rio looked at the skyline of Boston, not noticing anything out of place at first. A few moments passed and then, she saw the smoke.

1912 - The Atlantic Ocean

“Your enemy,” Rio echoed, “Is that where we still are?”

Agatha looked at her with a flash of vulnerability before throwing her mask back on.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” she said, lifting her chin.

“For someone who hates me, it seems like you’re pretty determined to see me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I was bored.”

“Really?” she said, nodding, “Sure. Let’s just say that if it makes you feel better.”

Agatha scowled before walking to the edge of the deck, hanging onto the railing. Rio followed behind, never allowing Agatha to be too far away in a deadly situation. She knew it wasn’t her time, but it was usually because Rio was there to protect her. If Agatha had gotten sick or killed by another witch, then she couldn’t do anything but take her to the other side. She couldn’t cure illness. She couldn’t interfere in an attack that she was not present for. However, if she was a source of protection while present, it would not upset the sacred balance. People were taken before their time far too often and she could do things to prevent that. If it actually was their time due to something fated and intrinsic like an illness, it was not preventable. It was how she saved Agatha time and time again, but also why she couldn’t save Nicky.

“What are we looking at?” Rio asked.

“That,” Agatha said as an iceberg appeared in the distance.

1755 - Lisbon

“It is not what I did. It is what I am about to do,” Agatha said.

She took Rio’s hand, pulling her outside to the courtyard where couples strolled with one another beneath the moonlight. She knelt down, putting her hand on the ground. She closed her eyes and began to whisper an incantation.

Purple light pulsed under her palm. The ground started to shake. The earth broke apart at her hand, cracks emerging and spreading with purple glowing from them. People screamed and fled. Buildings collapsed and the cracks opened up. Men and women sprinted blindly in a panic, falling in and being swallowed up whole. Agatha’s smile widened as she felt the energy of every witch in Lisbon reverberating back to her. Rio simply took it all in with a sense of awe at Agatha’s power of destruction.

She stood and turned to face her. The destruction was unfolding around them as Agatha’s eyes burned into Rio’s. Her gaze reflected rage, sadness, and misdirected hatred. Intertwined throughout those elements was a strong desire that had always bonded them together. Both of them suddenly took three long strides and met in a wild kiss.

1872 - Boston

“One fire?” Rio said with an arched brow, “A bit sophomoric for you.”

“Oh, hush,” Agatha sniped, “Keep watching.”

A minute passed before the building was engulfed, the flames climbing and building with every inch of wood and dried goods. There were no people in the storage house, but that didn’t matter as Agatha worked her magic. She swirled her hand flicked it out in the fire’s direction. A gust of wind whipped from her fingers over the city. The flames jumped to neighboring roofs, burning them quickly with how close and flammable they were. The city was architecturally tight and created with wood as the primary material.

Rio’s eyes went wide and she smiled at the sight of the growing inferno. She reached over, threading her fingers through Agatha’s. Agatha reached up and cupped her cheek with her free hand. She knew their dynamic was too fraught to work in the long term, but these pauses in their rivalry were something she needed. Or, rather, the transformation of their rivalry into something more primal and intimate.

Rio leaned into her touch with a soft look. Agatha moved in, catching her lips with hers. The kiss was tender for all of forty seconds before Rio’s teeth sank into Agatha’s lip, drawing blood. Agatha sucked in a shocked gasp. She pulled back, her look indignant.

Agatha gripped Rio by the throat, shoving her down onto the floor of the flat roof. She looked down and found that Rio had rid them both of their clothing with a wave of her hand. She crawled over her, grabbing her neck again. Rio laughed between coughs as she was choked.

1912 - The Atlantic Ocean

“Oh. Interesting,” Rio said with a curious tilt of her head.

Agatha looked at her, peeking out of the corner of her eye. Rio looked beautiful and handsome all at once in the fancy tuxedo and top hat.

“You look good,” Agatha said quietly.

The corner of Rio’s lip turned upwards at the compliment. Any crumb of kindness from Agatha felt like the gifting of a rose.

“Thank you. You look breathtaking,” Rio said, turning her head to look at her directly.

Agatha unwillingly blushed in a way that reminded Rio of when they were a new couple. Agatha had never been in love before, nor did she know any affection from loved ones. The young witch would melt at any kind words given to her. Moments like this reminded Rio that every stage in Agatha’s development as a person was nested within her like Russian dolls. It was such a strange thing about humans that Rio never noticed until she was devoted to one over a matter of centuries.

Agatha raised her hands up, beams of purple shooting from both palms. They wrapped around the massive iceberg. The ropes of energy held onto the ship. Agatha used the ship’s momentum to drag it into a collision. Rio threw her arms around her from behind, holding her to keep her steady as the impact spread across the Titanic.

1755 - Lisbon

The estranged, grieving couple found themselves in a tangle of dangerous emotions. Agatha backed her against an oversized cedar tree. She pinned Rio by the wrists, making a point to dig the back of her hands into the jagged surface. She sucked and bit at her lips, letting her wrists go to start yanking at her bustier, doing everything she could to strip her from the ridiculous layers of clothing that were used to lock the female form in.

Rio reached down to tangle her fingers in Agatha’s hair, but was met with the sting of a slap. Then another. Although Death could shut down sensations to the body, she chose not to. She wanted to feel whatever contact Agatha would give, no matter the type.

Agatha slapped her two more times, leaning in to bite painfully into her shoulder, pulling back with a few drops of blood decorating her snarl. She raked her nails down her arms, leaving angry red marks. Rio let out grunts and gasps with every hit. Tears welled in Agatha’s eyes, her jaw clenched in anger. Rio wanted her to take it all out on her.

Agatha pulled back enough to look at the marks she left behind. Maroon handprints on her cheeks, a bleeding imprint of teeth on her shoulder, and scarlet trails blazing down to her wrists.

Agatha looked shocked at her own violence toward a woman who she never cared to hurt this way before. Just as she was about to pull away and leave, Rio spoke with a shaking voice.

“Keep going. Do everything you have wanted,” she breathed.

Agatha wanted to punish.

Rio wanted to hurt.

“Everything I have wanted?” She hissed.

Agatha shoved her back against the tree, pressing her hips against her. She used her magic to tear Rio’s layers down, leaving her nude. She pinched and twisted her nipples. Rio hissed through her teeth, arching her back. The roots of the tree, sliding up Agatha’s body. They ripped her dress apart, leaving her in scraps of fabric, her body revealed.

Agatha’s violent affection grew as she slapped her cunt and pulled her head back by the hair with her other hand. Rio’s gaze held Agatha’s, refusing to look away.

1872 - Boston

Agatha’s grip around her throat loosened just enough to turn it from aggressive to playful. She smiled down at her, able to look at her with more affection than hatred. She hadn’t forgiven her, but she at least intellectually knew that Rio had no choice but to take Nicky, even if she couldn’t emotionally accept it. Rio felt the lightness in Agatha. As long as she didn’t call attention to it, it would continue.

Rio knew that the moment she acknowledged the connection between them, Agatha would throw her walls back up the way they did in New York years ago. Back then, Rio slipped up and said she loved her. Agatha’s expression hardened. Her eyes went dead and she abruptly left her, waiting far too long to summon her again. Rio wouldn’t make that mistake again. She would keep it light and safe.

Rio smirked and rolled them over, grabbing and pinning her wrists. Agatha leaned up, trying to struggle against her hold. Rio bit her lip and narrowed her eyes. She worked her leg between Agatha’s and pressed her thigh against her sex. Agatha gasped and rolled her hips at the contact. Rio smiled devilishly down at her.

“Such a greedy girl. Fuck yourself on me.”

1912 - The Atlantic Ocean

The ship had cracked in two. The lights turned off throughout, plunging the vessel into darkness. Shrieks emanated from the cabins.

Agatha turned in Rio’s arms, holding onto the railing behind her while the two halves of the ship tilted toward the middle. Rio pressed her fingers under her chin and guided her up into a kiss under the stars.

Agatha let go of the railing, wrapping her arms around Rio’s neck as they tipped and slid towards the wall of the pilothouse. Agatha cushioned the impact of their bodies crashing against it with a shield of purple mist.

People emptied out of the cabins, running in a panic to find an exit. Men tried to push past mothers and children to save their own hides while the rich locked the poor passengers under the deck when they realized there were barely any lifeboats.

This level of cruelty towards one another was the very reason that Agatha used to justify her murderous acts. If this is who they were at their cores, what would they possibly have to give to the world? The rich especially angered her. Regardless of having every advantage, they were the most selfish beings on earth. If she hadn’t been completely wrapped up in Rio, she would have saved the lower class passengers while dispatching the richest. However, she was locked into an embrace with her love and the water had already rushed into those cabins.

Agatha kissed along Rio’s neck, running her hands over her suit. She took care to leave as many clothes on as possible. It was not only cold, but Rio also looked amazing in a tuxedo. She slid her hand into the suit pants. Rio gasped and smiled. She rocked her hips over her hand, feeling Agatha’s hand wandering. Agatha’s fingers parted her folds and pushed up the hood of her clit, using a fingertip to lightly play with it. The pleasure shot through her in short spurts that felt like being electrocuted. She gripped Agatha’s upper arms to steady herself, already trembling. The rush of death surrounding them was as intoxicating to her as Agatha was. It didn’t feel like euphoria the way draining magic felt to Agatha. It was more of a flood of adrenaline that activated her instincts as the reaper. It made every sensation that much more extreme.

Agatha, meanwhile, felt the energy of a handful of witches aboard. It spiked her arousal and made her hungrier for her love. She sped her finger, purposely overwhelming Rio with shocks of pleasure. Rio cried out, her hands tightening on her biceps. Agatha watched her closely, taking in every detail, every twitch of her lip, the fluttering of her lashes.

Before Agatha could continue, Rio abruptly turned the tables. She spun Agatha onto her back, shoving her dress up to her waist. She looked down at her bare cunt, tilting her head.

“No undergarments? Looks like you had a plan,” Rio said.

“You know me,” Agatha purred, “Always prepared.”

Rio dove down between her thighs, plunging her tongue into her. Agatha arched her back off of the wall that had tilted with the boat, effectively becoming more of a floor.

People panicked and scrambled around them, not even noticing what was unfolding between the two women. It was always the most delicious thing about the disasters Agatha created. The chaos around them allowed them to have the most depraved experiences in public.

Rio’s dark eyes were fixed on Agatha’s face. She fucked her slowly at first, grinding her tongue against the most sensitive spot inside of her. Agatha’s eyes shot open, her hips flying up. Rio pinned them back down as she moved faster, nudging at her clit with her nose.

Agatha’s hand shot down and tangled her hand in her hair, knocking her hat off. She rolled her hips, trying to fuck her back before Rio laid an arm across them to keep her still. Agatha whined in a rare show of weakness, one that only her wife could draw from her.

“Fuck… Rio!” She moaned as Rio pulled her in closer by her waist.

Rio groaned in reply, the vibration shivering against Agatha. Agatha’s jaw fell as her pleasure crested, crashing over her like a heavy wave. Rio coaxed aftershocks from her while cleaning her arousal. Whimpers left her lips, making Rio look up at her again, taking in the breathtaking sight of her wife gasping against the back of her hand. She turned her head and sucked on the skin, leaving a dark welt on her inner thigh.

Rio emerged from between her legs. She crawled over Agatha, looking down into her blue eyes. She gently moved her hand from her lips and captured them herself.

“Mi amor,” Rio whispered.

“Mi corazón,” Agatha replied, “I love you.”

1755 - Lisbon

“I hate you…” Agatha hissed.

Her fingers were inside of Rio. Two, then three, then four. Rio let out a sharp scream as Agatha stretched her to her limit, tucking her thumb inside. Rio’s face was a portrait of pain, but her arousal only grew. Agatha smiled sadistically as she made a fist inside of her. Rio’s breath caught, her walls strangling her hand. Her arousal squirted from her, the agony burning into pleasure.

Agatha roughly yanked her hand from her, leaving Rio empty. She screamed out from the violent move, clinging to the trunk of the tree behind her in an attempt to keep herself upright.

Agatha gripped her shoulder and pushed down until the weak-kneed woman was on the ground. She swung her leg over, straddling Rio’s face. She lowered herself, using her like a toy. Rio worked with a desperation, needing to give Agatha everything she could while still knowing it would never be enough.

Agatha panted as she fucked her face. Rio thrusted her tongue inside of her, tasting the flavor she craved more than anything. She watched Agatha move like a woman possessed. Her hair was wild and her expression feral. In the distance, the shore was attacked by a massive tidal wave powered by Agatha’s fury.

The churches filled with people celebrating All Saints’ Day collapsed, taking thousands with it. The city of Lisbon was crumbling around them. The impact of the earthquake reverberated as far as the Caribbean from Portugal. Even North Africa was hit. Tsunamis were birthed from the epicenter. From Agatha.

The sheer volume of death left Rio’s head spinning. Nearly one hundred thousand dead. Of that body count, thousands of witches perished, their magic moving in flashes, traveling over several countries, endowing Agatha with power.

The violet glow surrounding her was blinding, the magic of the dying witches proving to be almost too much for Agatha. She shook violently as she kept moving over Rio. She leaned forward on her knees and pressed her palms against the tree. She screamed as her overpowered body unraveled for the very woman she was trying to dominate. She crawled back so that she was eye to eye with Rio, glaring down at her with irises swimming in a deep purple as magic pulsed through every cell of her body.

The dark eyes looking back at her welled with tears that were all too human for an entity like Death. Rio had witnessed the pure rage of grief when she had taken others. She knew it was only born from pain. However, that didn’t take the pain of being loathed by the love of her life.

“He was my son too,” she whispered out, unable to stop the words.

Agatha’s eyes ignited before she shoved her to the ground. Her hands gripped her throat, squeezing as hard as she could. Rio struggled. Her vision blurred, but they both knew that Death could never die. Her windpipe would never collapse. She still wanted her to struggle for breath.

“Some mother you were,” Agatha growled through clenched teeth, “You killed your own son…”

Rio wheezed as she whispered, “He was already gone.”

Agatha strangled her another minute before letting go. Rio gasped and coughed violently. Agatha looked at her with nothing short of pure disgust.

“You could have saved him.”

“I did. Every day for five years. You don’t know how difficult it was to squeeze time from nothing.”

“And you don’t know how it was to wake up to him that morning.”

“You’re right,” Rio admitted, “I don’t.”

Agatha looked down at her, momentarily allowing her to look at her the way she used to. As the ancient witch who only showed true humanity for her.

“I wish I could have done more,” Rio sobbed out, looking stunned by her own display of emotion, “I am so sorry…”

Agatha had no words that were enough, nothing that would solve the grief between two parents. She only had a question.

“Do you see him when you bring others over?”

“Not fully,” she said, “Only shadows. Only whispers… For me to be too close would disturb the balance. His mothers are not fated to be with him yet. I cannot force when that reunion will be. But… He leaves me flowers. He leaves us flowers.”

Agatha simply cried then, unable to contain it any longer. The fact that Rio had glimpses of him while she had nothing should have angered her more, but it only led to another question that was more important than her rage.

“Is h… Is he happy?” The

“Yes,” Rio said without a second thought, “Someone with earth magic… Nicky can only make roses when he is happy. He leaves roses everywhere he goes.”

Agatha’s tears fell directly from her eyelashes to Rio’s cheeks. When Rio tried to cup Agatha’s cheek, the other woman wrenched her face away. She closed her eyes, trying to force her mask to hide her from someone who knew her completely. She opened them, but still revealed her own adoration and passion for the woman in front of her, despite her anger. That look would fuel Rio in the centuries to come. They would remind her that their bond had withstood the worst tragedy possible. Emotion would crash against it like the water crashing against the sand miles away, but that bond would always hold.

Agatha came to the same conclusion internally, beneath the storm of trauma and misery. She was cursed and blessed to be forever bonded to Death. Her lips collided with hers with a painful impact. Purple flowed from her to Rio, tying them together in that moment. She was there one second and pulling away the next. Rio sat up as Agatha left, walking into the clouds of destruction left in her wake.

For years and centuries later, Rio would leave Nicky’s roses by Agatha’s bed as she slept to give her comfort. She would keep half for her and give half of the blooms to his other mother.

Agatha, for her part, would pretend to be asleep when she would hear the familiar footsteps. Death could come like a thief in the night, but Agatha occasionally felt it just before. She would savor the kiss laid upon her forehead, the light touch of her fingers as they brushed stray hairs from her face. She savored Rio in a way she could handle during those first few decades following Lisbon before calling upon her time and time again with unprecedented disasters throughout time.

1872 - Boston

Agatha’s back bent like a bow as pleasure wound itself tightly in the pit of her. She rutted herself against Rio’s thigh as the other woman wolfishly grinned down at her. She sucked in a gasp as her hips stuttered. Rio suddenly moved down her form in a flash, grabbing her thighs and bending her in half. She leaned down and ran her tongue along her soaking cunt. She drank her in as the air around them heated up as the crowds below them ran from the flames.

Agatha wanted to watch the destruction, but Rio was far more captivating. She tangled her hands in her own hair, her body quaking with pleasure. Rio sucked on the little bundle of nerves that made her scream while thrusting two fingers into her.

Agatha’s brows bunched together as her walls strangled them, already overstimulated. As she came again, she pulled Rio out from between her legs and into a kiss. She hummed against her lips with her arms wrapped around her. Agatha slid her hand down between them, teasing Rio. Rio shook her head and took her hand.

“But…” Agatha started.

“This is about you,” Rio replied, bringing her hand to her lips, kissing it with a, “Milady.”

Half the city was reduced to ashes as the flames licked up the building below them. Fire surrounded them as they shared one last kiss. Rio pulled back and smiled as frenzied cries came from the adjoining buildings.

“That’s my cue,” Rio said.

As Agatha pushed the fire away from her with tendrils of purple magic. Vines grew from Rio’s feet, crawling up her body and forming into a tight, form fitting outfit. She stood on the ledge, turning to face Agatha. She waved at her with a smile before jumping off of the roof.

Agatha waited until she was out of earshot to say, “Always a pleasure, My love.”

1912 - The Atlantic Ocean

People plummeted from the ship, trampled one another, froze in the water. As the sounds of pain and anguish surrounded them, the band continued to play. In the middle of the mayhem were a small collection of those who chose to meet death with grace. Being around them was a comfort to Rio. Unlike the fear and terror she was typically shown, these people were more focused on finding peace in remaining moments.

The ship began to sink further in. Jewelry, furs, and other meaningless things that lost all worth in the larger picture of life plunged into the depths of the Atlantic, disappearing into the places where sunlight refused to follow. The lifeboats were full and floating away. Some were filled with vulnerable people who were rightfully saved while others were filled by the ruthless people who pushed their way to the front of the crowds. Their morality didn’t matter to their fates on Earth. That would catch up to them years later when Rio came for them. The people left behind held each other and sobbed in the realization that there was no way to escape their demise.

The musicians played to calm the passengers, the transcendent sound of strings flowing through the screams. Agatha held a hand out to Rio, who took it in hers. She pulled her in, pressing her cheek to Agatha’s as they danced. Rio hummed their song into her ear. The stars shone down on them with a beauty that stood in opposition to the tragedy unfolding beneath.

Next to them sat an elderly married couple who chose to stay. The wife had refused to leave him behind when offered a seat on the lifeboat. She wouldn’t take someone else’s place when hers was with her love. He tried to convince her to leave, but she shook her head. They held hands, listening to the music while gazing at the moon.

Agatha looked at them over Rio’s shoulder and saw the devotion that she and her own wife shared. The words the woman spoke to him earlier were some of the most romantic she had heard. “Isidor we have been together for all these years. Where you go, I go.”

She realized that the same applied to her and the woman in her embrace. Regardless of what happened, of what they did, of how they tried to resist, they were each other’s home. Although she wasn’t yet ready to fully welcome Rio back into her life, she knew that she would be sooner rather than later. Like the couple beside them, they would walk through life together.

The old man kissed the back of his wife’s hand, earning a youthful blush from her. Rio could feel their acceptance. The two would greet Death as they would an old friend.

This story was based on the Lisbon Earthquake of 1755, the Great Boston Fire of 1872, and the sinking of the Titanic in 1912.

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writingtraumaforever · 3 days ago

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Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 11

Notes: Probably my last chapter for the day. I'm queasy. ;u;

Summary: Sonic and Shadow discuss what happened to diverge their timelines..

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“So it sounds like our stories line up all the way until I fell from the ARK..,” Shadow says quietly from his spot on the couch. They moved to the living room to get more comfortable, figuring this conversation was going to be a pretty long one. Sonic had whipped up a chilidog for Shadow, of course. While they’re not the most appetizing food to Shadow, he’s not picky when he’s starved.

He sets his empty plate down on the coffee table for now, taking another long sip of his water before looking back to Sonic who sits diagonal to him in the loveseat.

He looks a bit drained.. Apparently the incident with Shadow falling from space was one that haunted this Sonic pretty regularly. He didn’t enjoy reliving it..

Neither did Shadow, to be fair.

“...They have to disperse somewhere,” Shadow concludes with a rub to the side of his face, sighing and pursing his lips a moment.

“...What happened next for you?” Sonic asks after a pause, looking at Shadow now. His eyes look red around the rims.. When’s the last time this hedgehog got any sleep?? “Well..,” Shadow is quiet a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. Losing one’s memory several times definitely makes one rethink them when retelling them. But he’s pretty sure he’s gotten everything sorted out correctly in his head at this point. “I was awoken by Rouge–” “Rouge??” Sonic questions, a furrow of his brow, “..the bat?? Like the jewel thief?? Works for GUN, has a on and off thing with Knux– that Rouge??” “Yes, who else?” Shadow questions, his brow raising a bit questioningly at Sonic’s reaction.

Sonic’s head shakes a bit at that, placing a hand on his own chest, “I am the one who found you.”

Shadow blinks at that, his eyes widening a bit. The diversion. This must be where their universes separate.. “You?”

Sonic nods, moving a hand to rub the back of his neck as he averts his eyes, “Yeah- after you fell, I couldn’t sleep. It wouldn’t sit right with me. It felt like I was missing something. So I started doin’ some diggin’. I thought maybe if I got to know your story the best I could, maybe I could find some sort of closure over your death. So I broke into GUN facilities, raided abandoned research caches, even made a deal with Rouge to retrieve all information she had given GUN on you before your death.. I learned everything I possibly could about you.” Shadow listens silently as Sonic explains his obsession with Shadow after his supposed death. He can’t say he doesn’t relate to it.. He’s certainly experienced similar amounts of guilt. It’s enough to make someone spiral if they don’t have the proper support system..

“I knew there were still pieces missing. Gerald Robotnik’s journal was redacted to the point it was hardly readable. That’s when I figured Eggman might have access to the full story.. Maybe he had the whole journal, ya’know?? So I broke into one of his bases and… well..”

“You found me,” Shadow finishes, slow realization creeping onto his face.

“I found you..,” Sonic breathes as if experiencing the relief all over again, “...I can’t tell you what I felt when I saw you in that tank asleep..”

Shadow doesn’t speak a long moment, pondering Sonic’s words and how something as simple as Sonic being the one to wake Shadow up could change so much..

“..and what of Omega??” Shadow asks, trying not to show too much concern in his tone.

“Omega??” Sonic asks, seeming a bit thrown off by the question before snapping his fingers and, “Oh yeah! That robot that was there when I woke you. He put up a decent fight, but you scared him off pretty quick. He said he had more important business to attend to before flying away. Only ever saw him again working with Rouge at GUN. He always talks about annihilating shit..”

Shadow smirks slightly at that. Some things never change, he supposes..

“...What happened then?? When you found me??” “You couldn’t remember nothin’, Sonic answers with a sigh, leaning back in his seat, “I told you who I was. That I was there to help you.. You seemed skeptical, but you eventually let me take you back to Tails. He ran tests on you and stuff. Said you had amnesia, but were indeed the real Shadow.”

“You thought I potentially wasn’t??” the ebony hedgehog questions with a tilt of his head.

“Well, you did fall from space and survive,” Sonic smirks a bit, “Not many can do that.. And we thought if one Robotnik could make a Shadow, then another potentially could. So we made sure.” “Hm,” Shadow nods, crossing his arms, “Fair enough..” “After that, you stayed with us for a while. I told you your story, showed you the things I had discovered about you. You were extremely appreciative, and when you asked how you could ever return the favor, I told you not to worry about it. Just don’t go falling from the sky again,” Sonic snickers a bit, his eyes looking off at the floor as if reliving the moment, “...You joined my team. Said we worked well together, and you wanted to help me protect the world. Just like Maria would want..”

Shadow’s brows knit a bit at the mention of Maria, looking away as he chews on the inside of his cheek.

“..The rest is history,” Sonic shrugs, clapping his hands on his thighs before rubbing up and down them with a grin, “We’ve been unstoppable since.”

Shadow hums, his mind racing with all this information. There’s the obvious questions of how major events differed with Shadow and Sonic working together.. Such as with Infinite.. Did that even happen?? And did Shadow accompany Sonic on all his adventures?? Did Black Doom ever invade, and if so, did Sonic stick by Shadow’s side through all of it??

And then there were the smaller things, too. Like how Shadow’s personality had changed due to this. Was he an obnoxious smirking hero like Sonic in this world?? What about Rouge?? Did he even have any sort of affiliation with her??

The thought made his chest ache a bit.. He hoped she was alright in this world.

None of that mattered in the end, though. It was a world that wasn’t his, and its history had no effect on him. So he swallowed his curiosity in fear over overwhelment.

“...What happened in your world?? You said Rouge found you?” Sonic asks, leaning forward some to show he’s listening. “Yes, Rouge found me. She was looking for treasure of some sort in Eggman’s base when she stumbled upon me. She actually talked Omega and I down from a battle, and we all ended up teaming up together to find Eggman for some answers– well. Except Omega. He just wanted to kill the bastard.”

Shadow snorts almost affectionately when he says this, but Sonic’s smile seems a bit uncomfortable.

“Did he??”

“Kill him?? No. Not in the end. It’s complicated,” Shadow assured, continuing, “We ran into your team at some point. We battled for the sake of it, I suppose.. But in the end, we all had a common interest, and that was defeating Eggman’s rogue robot that had been leading us all to a trap.” “Metal??” “Mhm,” Shadow nods, “We won, of course. You and your group defeated him with relative ease once you used the chaos emeralds to transform. After that, Black Doom invaded with the Black Arms–” Shadow pauses, noticing how Sonic sucks in a tiny breath and how his hands clench his own thighs a bit tighter..

“..I guess you’re familiar with them.” Sonic nods. Nothing more..

Shadow doesn’t push it, nodding in return before continuing, “After their defeat, I decided to move on with my life. I had regained most of my memory, but it didn’t feel like me anymore. I was.. disconnected with that life. I wanted to continue on doing and being whatever I chose to do and be with nothing from my past defining it.. That was until the Time Eater came and quite literally made me face my past once more..”

Sonic shifts a bit in his seat at that, brows knitting up as he speaks quietly, “That.. happened here, too. I hated it.. I wasn’t able to be with you for most of it because I was having to restore the timeline. But when I finally found you in the White Space, you looked so frantic and confused and hopeful and stressed..” “I was hoping to save them..,” Shadow explains quietly, looking away again, “...in my world, Sonic and I raced for the emerald. I ended up tricking him and giving him a fake.”

He pulls out the fake then, holding it up with a small smirk, “This one, in fact.” “How’d you pull that off if I needed them to defeat the Time Eater?” Sonic smirks right back with a quirk of his brow.

“Swapped it before you faced it,” Shadow explains, tossing the emerald up and down in his palm absentmindedly before tucking it back into his quills, “You never even knew.” Sonic snorts, rolling his eyes with a little chuckle, “Sounds like a lot of trouble. Bet there’s lots of times you and your world’s version of me could simply get along and team up and get shit done quicker, but make it more difficult because your egos.” Shadow looks insulted for a moment, opening his mouth to argue with this but–

It’s a fair point.

Shadow shrugs at this and leans back in his seat, “To be fair, my Sonic is the biggest pain in the ass and nearly impossible to reason with.” “Aw- I’m sure he ain’t that bad,” Sonic snickers with a little grin playing on his lips, “He probably just has a cr–”

He stumbles. Stopping himself before he finishes as his eyes widen slightly at what he was about to say. “--rrramp. Yup. Running like that all the time definitely gives you cramps. Maybe it makes him moody? Heh heh..”

Shadow’s eyes narrow at Sonic’s obviously improvised words, eyeing the hedgehog that now looks a bit nervous.

“Right..,” Shadow mutters, not convinced but deciding not to push it. He may not like what he discovers if he does..

Instead, he looks off at the wall again, now getting a closer look at some of the picture frames hanging about. There’s one of Shadow sitting in a field of lavender, someone else having taken the photo. There’s one of Shadow with Sonic, Cream and Amy at Twinkle Park.

There’s one of just Sonic and Shadow.. Sonic’s arm around Shadow’s shoulders and hugging him close enough that their faces are smushed together. Sonic making a peace sign with his lips puckered and a wink at the camera, while Shadow just smiles small and shy.. He’s looking at Sonic.

“You know, my Shadow and I had a lot of tension between us for a while as well,” Sonic says after a moment, regaining Shadow’s attention back to him, “We bickered a lot. He was so serious and quiet and focused and I was so–” “Obnoxious?” Shadow finishes with a raise of his brow. “I was gonna say opposite,” Sonic’s eyes narrow at the hedgehog before he continues unbothered, “Anyway. It was hard for a while.. Learning each other’s mannerisms and ticks and boundaries.. It was definitely a challenge.” Shadow hums. “But thank Chaos we both like challenges, huh??” Sonic beams, winking at Shadow. Shadow just rolls his eyes with a small groan. “I don’t like challenges. I just refuse to be made a fool by some egotistical moron running around without a care in the world.” “I’ve got plenty of cares,” Sonic corrects with a pointed look. “..plenty.” “Right,” Shadow says unconvinced, his tone sarcastic and precise.

Sonic huffs a bit at that, grumbling mostly to himself, “I soo didn’t miss this..”

Shadow’s own huff escapes him in response before he looks out the window.

It’s getting dark out. Shadow isn’t precisely tired after resting so long. More groggy than anything..

He looks back to Sonic and finds he’s also looking out the window.

A longing in his eyes..

He misses him. His Shadow..

Shadow tries not to think too much into that, but..

“...Sonic–” “You wanna go for a run??”

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jaune-submissive-and-breedable · 21 hours ago

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When Blake took over the White Fang and convinced Jaune to work for her, to show how humans and faunus can get along, he thought that was a wonderful idea. Instead she makes him do these demeaning things, like he is the pet. And he won't complain, since people might take that as him being "racist". So he has to do stuff like wearing something revealing, letting her sit on his face like a throne, worshipping her perfect ass, etc. Go wild.

As he walked through the WF base corridors, Jaune contemplated his true worth in the organization. Despite his tactical genius and quick-witted planning, Blake and the other WF members treated him like a second-class citizen. Often talking down to him, ignoring his suggestions, and even treating him like a pet. While he was sure it was because he was human, he could wrap his head around some of the other issues he had within the white fang.

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"Umm...Blake...isn't this outfit.....a bit too revealing?"

The outfit he wore comprised of small black shorts that clung to his groin creating a bulging outline of his cock, a small black bow tie around his neck, a pair of cufflinks around his wrists, and a pair of blondie bunny ears sat atop his head. All the while a deep crimson blush covered his face.

"You're fine. It's just something to help you fit in better" she assured him, discreetly licked her lips hungrily.

He shuffled a bit but ultimately believed her words. "If you say so..."

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The new and revealing uniform was only the start. Soon after he got it, she began ordering him to perform various tasks for her like carrying some documents, massaging her feet, or rubbing her back. Simple and innocent tasks, but not very WF-related. Then she caught him off guard by asking him to massage her rear.

"Hmm...Just like that" she moaned

His large hand kneaded her pale cheeks like dough, rubbing and squeezing them gently with his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He tried his best to avoid staring for too long as she decided to forgo pants, leaving her ass exposed save for a tiny thong that barely covered anything. Each time he spread her cheeks, he caught glimpses of her puckered asshole, twitching with arousal.

"I.....Is this....fine?" He asked a massive blush on his face.

"Yes, it is~" Blake purred. "But~..."

She partially turned around, lifting her upper body so she could look at him better. "It would be even better is you could kiss it"

Jaune nearly did a spit-take at her request. Asking her to repeat herself. she confirmed that she wanted him to literally kiss her ass. He was hesitant at first, but seeing her pleading amber eyes broke him. Swallowing his pride and nervousness, he leaned down and planted a quick kiss on one of her cheeks. Just as he was about to raise himself up, he felt Blake's hand swiftly push him back down. His mouth landing directly on her asshole.

He yelped in shock, his cry vibrating against her twitching hole. Looking upwards he saw Blake staring at him, lust in her eyes.

"you call that a kiss? You can do better than that~"

While he was sure she was teasing, Jaune felt threatening under-tones in her voice. Obeying her command, he puckered his lips once more and began kissing her asshole. Occasionally licking it with his tongue causing it to pucker up even more. Blake laid her down pleased with his actions, moaning and commenting on how good he was. they continued like this for 30 minutes until she let him up and kissed his cheek as thanks.

"What the heck Blake?!" he complained, the faunus rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Calm down, Jaune. It was in the heat of the moment you know. Besides, I know you liked it" She retorted. His silence and massive blush confirmed her suspicions.

"Well...um...Just.....don't do that again please" he begged, "it's kinda embarrassing"

She nodded and smirked, clearly unintending to obey his wishes.

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Over time, Jaune and Blake's relationship became a bit more personal.

Jaune moaned as he leaned against the hallway wall. To his left, Blake leaned into him with a smile, her right hand reaching into his shorts and groping his cock.

"Blake..." he panted "Someone might..."

She ignored his warnings, instead licking her lips as she felt his pre-cum covering her hand. Her fingers delicately squeezed his length in a vice-like grip, using his pre for lube, she began stroking him off from within the confines of his shorts, his pre-cum creating a dark stain inside his shorts. Hearing his moans, she purred with delight, keeping at a steady pace as she felt his squirm from her grasp.

"Let them...." She purred, "As high leader, they would care if I play with my pet......I mean partner in public~"

Jaune raised an eye at her comment. *did she just say pet*

He wanted to ask, but her sudden increased grip caused him to cry out in shock and pleasure. She nearly came when he looked at her, his face covered in blush and panting like a dog. without warning, she wrapped her free hand around his head and pulled him into a deep kiss, moaning delightedly as he came into her hand. Blake pulled away and looked down, marveling at the volume of cum, most of it leaking from his shorts onto the ground.

"Wow...You cum more than a horse faunus" She complimented.

Raising her cum cover hand to her face, she took a quick lick, humming pleased with its taste. It was fairly sweet and kinda tart too, the diet she put him on worked wonders for his taste. She started walking away from the scene, giving her hand a tongue bath along the way.

"Also you should clean yourself up before someone finds you. It a shame if they saw you came on yourself." she teaseded

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Jaune sighed, those, at least to him, were the most tame incomparison to some of the other tasks he's done. though he'd be lying if he said he didn't somewhat enjoy himself.

#rwby #rwby smut #jaune arc #blake belladonna #rwby knightshade #knightshade

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hero-of-courage · 2 days ago

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What if each of the Links' biggest phobias/irrational fears were based upon the trauma of their predecessor?

Some of these are angsty and some ended up kinda funny.

Creepy Enemies (Disembodied Hands)

Hyrule hummed thoughtfully as he tossed a short stick into the campfire. He glanced up at the other boys seated around and asked carefully, "Are there any kinds of enemies that really creep you guys out? Just curious."

"Disembodied hands," Twilight answered quickly.

"Hey! I was gonna say that." Wind grumbled.

Legend pondered a moment before squinting at the flames and replying, "Actually... the same as them."

Hyrule raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Not fans of wallmasters huh?"

"Hands that come out of the ground are worse..." The youngest shivered.

"Oh," Twilight grimaced. "Yeah. I don't like the sound of that."

Water

"Come on, Hyrule!" Wind called across the gap. He studied the other boy's expression as Hyrule hesitantly inched closer to the edge of the dark water. "It's okay if you get wet! I have an easy way to dry off!"

"That... That's not the problem..." Hyrule replied with a shaky voice.

"What?"

"I can't swim." The brunette backed away from the edge and locked his worried gaze with Wind.

"Really?" Wind tilted his head curiously. "Why?"

"I never learned. Deep water... makes me anxious." Hyrule crouched with his palms on the ground. Magic vibrated under his skin as he readied to jump. "You might want to stand back!"

Hyrule launched himself over the divide filled with the dark abyss of water and stumbled to safety. His friend joined him at his side with a kind smile.

"Are you good?" Hyrule nodded after a moment. Wind continued,"I'll try to avoid deep water next time."

Sneaking up from behind

"Four."

A hand gripped his shoulder. Four jolted.

"AH! NAYRU!" He swung around franticly and his fist collided with the unfortunate person's stomach.

"Gah!" Warriors doubled over with a groan. "Gods! You've got a killer left hook, Smithy..."

"Captain! Ah! I'm sorry! It was his own fault. Why did you sneak up on u-me?!" Four's eye color changed rapidly before landing on grey. He breathed slowly soothing the chaotic colors in his brain. "I'm sorry, Captain. Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine..." the man ground out as he straightened his posture. He kept his hand pressed to his gut. "Everyone is turning in for the night so we should head back. You wouldn't want them to worry would you?"

The short teen marched past him. "Of course not. Let's go."

"Are you okay, Smithy?" Warriors raised a brow at the teen's unusual behavior.

"Yes I am. You just... startled me."

"If you're sure..."

Ghosts

"Can we not go into a suspicious probably haunted basement?" Warriors glared at the old rotting staircase leading into the dark.

"What's wrong, Captain? Afraid of ghosts?" Legend snarked already half way down.

"Yes actually!" Warriors growled. Ghost were dangerous. They can injure or possess people and the like. What's worse is that they aren't easily defeated by the sword. "Why aren't you?"

Legend shrugged and descended into the darkness. "Eh. They get old after a while."

Warriors stared at the inky abyss that Legend submerged into with an unsettled stomach.

"Come on, Captain! We don't have all day!"

Steeling himself, Warriors carefully crept down the creaking rickety stairs. He sucked in a sharp breath as an unnatural cold gust rushed past his ear. He shivered and at last he had reached the floor.

He scanned the dark for movement and for any glimpse of a blue cap. Finding nothing but his growing unease, he called out, "Vet? I can't see where you are!"

Legend's voice hollered back sounding painfully far away, "Keep up! Honestly, I had no idea you could get like this!"

The Captain stumbled in the direction of his friend's voice only to be yanked to a stop when his scarf tightened around his neck.

"Agh! What the hell?!" He choked out as he tugged on the fabric to loosen it.

Nearby something slammed on the floor. Warriors felt his breath leave his lungs as the sudden need to be silent paralyzed him.

The cold gust whispered in his ear once more as a creeping sensation crawled up his back. His heartbeat thundered in his chest. Too loud. Too loud. They'll hear...

Thumping footsteps echoed in the dark. They're coming...

The greeting of a warm glow of a lantern caused the terrified hylian to squint.

"Captain?" Legend called as he approached. His tone was carefully maintained as indifferent, but to those who knew the hero of legend he was poorly masking his concern.

"There's something here..." Warriors responded barely above a whisper.

Legend frowned at his uncharacteristic behavior and grabbed the man's wrist attempting to pull him along. "We're wasting time."

"Wait!" Warriors coughed and tugged on his scarf again. "I'm stuck."

At his strained voice, Legend stopped immediately and glanced behind them. The scarf was taut and lead into the darkness where the light of the lamp didn't reach. He released Warriors' wrist to examine the cloth closer.

Warriors stumbled backward, but the scarf remained strained. "Come on!" He groaned as he struggled against it. Impossibly, the scarf seemed to tug back and Warriors began to lose his footing.

Realizing too late what would happen, Legend frantically reached for his hand again. As their fingertips brushed against each other the Captain's feet slipped from underneath him.

"Legend, help!" Warriors cried out as he was yanked into the abyss.

Shrill laughter swirled around the maze of a basement and the cold gust snuffed out the glow of the lantern.

Legend cursed his luck. So much for finding the others as soon as possible.

(Giant) Spiders

"Wild. Wild! Stop walking!" Twilight's voice ahead of him caused him to glance up from his sheikah slate. To his immediate horror he was met face to face with a huge white skull which had eight spindly legs growing out from the sides.

"Ahhh! What?!" He cried as he fell back away from the monster. "What is that?!"

With a grunt, green goo sprayed the ground and the monster disappeared into a cloud of purple smoke.

"You almost walked into a Skulltula." Twilight reported as he shook the revolting goo off his sword. "You gotta be careful around them. Their bites are nasty."

"That's what the giant spider is called?" Wild shuddered as he followed the rancher further into the cave. "I thought that the largest species of spiders only grew to about the size of a dinner plate! This is so much worse!"

Twilight threw a smile over his shoulder. "I'm guessing you've never fought an armogohma before? Good for you."

"What's that? A spider the size of a guardian?" The Champion crossed his arms with a disturbed expression.

Twilight's smile grew sheepish as he seemed to regret his words.

"Eh... it's best you don't know..." He turned around and continued on into the cave.

"Wait... wait no... That means that it's even bigger!" Wild impossibly looked even more disgusted and clutched his bow like a lifeline.

Bells

Bong bong bong

Link shot up in his bed. What was he doing?! He didn't have time to be laying around like this!

Bong bong bong

He was too late! The world was ending! Everyone would perish because he had wasted so much time!

Bong bong bong

The final tolls of the bell rang out declaring his failure to the world. Where was his ocarina? He rummaged frantically through his bags.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'll fix everything," he muttered aloud.

"Time?"

A soft voice cut through his mind numbing panic like a ray of sun through a storm. He heard the sheets rustle as Sky nearly tumbled out of the other bed.

With shaking hands, Time placed his instrument back into his travel bag and set the bag down. He turned to the younger hylian as he groggily walked his way over.

"I'm alright, Sky..." he whispered to the young knight. Gently, he placed his hands on his shoulders to steady the boy. "You should go back to sleep."

"You didn't sound very alright earlier," Sky mumbled completely ignoring the second half of Time's words. He yawned. "Wha's goin' on?"

"I had a... an episode," Time decided to answer honestly yet vaguely. He steered Sky back to the bed and sat him down. "Don't worry about it. You helped me out so I really should thank you."

"Oh..." Sky blinked at him for a moment before he reached up and brushed his hand over Time's cheek.

Time froze at the action. A mere moment later he took notice of the wetness of his cheek. He had been crying in his panic then?

"Are you going to be able to sleep too?" Sky asked, turning to squint at the window. "Those bells were kinda loud for people to be ringing this... late? Early?"

Time nodded in answer. "I just need to get some water first."

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Sky slid under the bedding and tried to get some more sleep before the morning.

With a heavy sigh, Time exited the room and closed the door with a click.

Bonus: Claustrophobia/Imprisonment

The knight of Skyloft slowly blinked away the tendrils of unconsciousness from his eyes. It was dark. Pain lanced his temples when he raised his head. He winced. His hair was matted on one side and stuck to his face. That discomfort was accompanied by the metallic scent of blood.

He groaned at the throbbing in his skull and made an effort to touch it. To his distress he found that he could not move his arm. Frantically, he glanced to his right. His arm was stretched outward and chained to the wall with no slack to grant him movement. He was suddenly very aware of the ache across his shoulders and back. A glance down at his legs revealed that he was fixed above the floor and currently incapable of moving his legs either as the were shackled to the floor not unlike his arms.

"How... how did I get here?" He wondered as he glanced about his cell. An inkling of anxiety began to grow when he noticed that all of the walls were made of dark stone and the door appeared to be a thick sheet of metal. It was impossible to know what was happening outside of the room because of the lack of windows.

The darkness seemed to curl in on him even though his eyes had adjusted to it. The air was cold and it bit at his lungs as he breathed it in. He shivered, causing the chains to clink.

"Where is everyone?" It was so quiet. His breaths sounded painfully loud to his ears. "No one's here..."

His breathing picked up and his head and heart started pounding rapidly as panic settled in. This room was too narrow. The ceiling was unnervingly low. It would crush him. He needed the sky. He needed to see the sky.

He yanked fruitlessly at the chains sending a twinge of pain up his arms. He cried out in frustration and panic before letting himself droop in exhaustion. Eyes wide yet unseeing, he breathed shaky breaths as his ears rang unbearably.

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"The shadow is retreating!" Twilight yelled to Time over the din of the battle. "Go find him! We'll take care of the rest here!"

"Alright! Be careful!" Time answered his successor. He turned to their shortest member. "You're with me, Smithy."

"Got it!" Four confirmed and followed after.

A moment later Wild ran alongside them. "Let me come too."

Four's eyes narrowed slightly at the older boy. He sighed. "Fine. Be sure to keep your emotions in check Champion."

Wild merely grunted in reply.

Finally, they arrived at the dungeon underneath the abandoned castle. It was cold, dark and damp like a cave. Almost all the way down the hall of cells the doors were open. They carefully made their way through, wary of any traps that might presently spring.

When at last they stood before the only closed door, Four glanced about cautiously. "There weren't any traps. Strange... It's almost like the shadow wanted us to find Sky. It gave the battle up so easily... What's it's motive here?"

"It's like it's observing us, our actions, how we react to what it does." Time hypothesized as he watched Wild break open the lock on the metal door.

The door was shoved open with a shriek of metal on stone and Time heard Four gasp upon entering the room. Glancing up, he rushed forward.

"Sky! Are you alright?" Time gently lifted the young man's chin off his chest to see his face.

Sky blinked slowly but he seemed to stare straight through the hero of time with his eyes clouded. His breathing was harsh and shallow and his frame shook with each breath.

Time frowned. He glanced to the boys next to him. "Smithy, Champion, get the chains off him. I'll make sure he doesn't fall."

"Got it!" Four replied already digging out his fire and ice rods. He handed one to Wild and set to work. "Freeze the right one. Lower the temperature as much as you can then switch with me."

Time turned his focus back to the boy before him. He wrapped his arms around his torso and braced himself as he listened to the humming magic, the licking of flame and the chime of ice.

With a snap and the clanging of chains against the walls, Sky slumped into Time's embrace. He groaned. His arms and back still ached terribly.

"We'll get you out in a minute and then we'll take you back to camp to rest." Time whispered to him. Slowly, he sunk to the floor and maneuvered the boy so he could see his face. Sky's expression remained blank. "Sky? Can you hear me?"

When he was met with silence again, he reached for the boy's hand. He gave it a little squeeze and rubbed his thumb over his knuckles. To Time's relief Sky's pale, cold fingers curled around his own.

Sky fixed his gaze upon the face of the man who was cradling him. The hero of time smiled faintly in return, the corners of his lips slightly quirking up. "Hello. Are you with us now, knight of Skyloft?"

The boy in question squeezed his hand shakily, his deep blue eyes never leaving Time's face. "Please, get me out..." he pleaded breathless and quiet as a silent tear slipped down his cheek. "I can't breathe. Please..."

Time felt a sudden twinge in his heart at the boy's words and a righteous anger simmered under his skin. He held him closer and ran a hand through his crimson stained hair detangling it in an attempt to soothe the young knight. "They're almost done. Just a second. Only a second and then we're out."

Another snap rang out in the cell and Sky was scooped up and raced out of the dungeon.

When the four Links finally burst out into the forest, Sky found he could breathe deeply once more. He calmed down significantly, yet he was still unnerved by the manacles around his wrists and ankles.

Four smiled at him sympathetically, his eyes shining a rose red, when he was noticeably staring at them. "Sorry, Sky. It would've been too dangerous to remove those while we were in there. I'll take care of them when we get back to camp, okay?"

Sky nodded in response. He made an effort to ignore the metal bands; however, it was hard to when the small length of chain still attached to them clinked with every step Time took.

Turning around to face him as he continued to walk backwards, Wild piped up, "I'm sorry too, this probably wouldn't have happened if I had been watching your back."

Sky waved a hand. "It's not your fault. I should have been more vigilant. The shadow was targeting me and had me drift away from you during the battle."

"Exactly why we should prepare so it doesn't happen again," Time cut in.

Wild sighed and turned forward again before adding, "I have the Master Sword in my slate just so you know."

Sky let himself relax in Time's arms. He closed his eyes and listened to the birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze. "Thank you, Champion."

The group broke into the clearing where the camp was nestled in the center. They settled down and moments later the rest of the Links joined them with smiles of relief just as the sun sank low in the sky.

I did not mean to write a whole one shot for Sky. Please, Courage try not to be so obviously biased.

Anyway~

Lege, Twi and Wind get their fear of Wallmasters, floor masters and other things from the hero of time. Who has fought those enemies plus deadhand and bongo bongo. I think Lege might also have a fear of getting lost. He loves his maps.

Hyrule gets his fear of water from Legend. YaBoi went sailing one day, caught a storm and got shipwrecked and then Link's Awakening happened and he accidentally erased everyone on koholint, including his girlfriend.

Four gets his fear of being attacked from behind from Sky. Four hasn't had the best luck when it comes to betrayal especially in the manga. And then there's Ghirahim.

Wars gets his fear of Ghosts *cough*and basements *cough* from our beloved hero of the winds. Wars was hard to decide for and I ended up basing it purely off of Wind rather than something that paralleled. The ghost ship in Phantom Hourglass is pretty creepy and so is the labyrinth under Grandma's house in Wind Waker.

Wild gets his fear of giant spiders from Twilight. This one was also difficult to decide so I did a thing similar as with Wars. Twilight Princess's Armogoma is freaking huge arachnid that you have to squash with a statue. Did you know that the boss fight could have been a chase sequence instead? There's a small clip in a TP trailer where Link is being chased through the hallways by a gargantuan spider. No thank you.

Time gets his fear of bells from Four. I'm sure most of you reading this know about the hero of time's adventure in Termina. The clock tower in the town counting down the days hours minutes till the end of the world slowly but not slow enough. The people never knowing how many times they had lived those three days over and over. Never knowing that their lives were in the hands of a child too old and too young. Four was a child too when he was tasked with saving his best friend and the world as well. He raced against time and the tolling of the bell, tearing through enemies as fast as he could to save Zelda from her soul being ripped out and being turned to stone forever.

Sky gets his fear of imprisonment and claustrophobia from Wars. Ah no. He gets it from the first hero, the knight of Hylia. At first I didn't know whether to include Sky or not but of course me not being biased at all had to (big mistake). The first hero(who I call Chosen) was imprisoned for seven years on unjust charges by his own people. Then when calamity struck they released him and had the audacity to ask for his help. He decided to help them but YaBoi needed a sandwich first and didn't get one so he died in battle.

I wrote everything above in September of last year lol. It’s also no longer spoopy season anymore but I thought y’all might enjoy this.

#linked universe #linked universe au #courage writes #linked universe fanfic #whump #mild injury #ooh spooky #courage’s Sky favoritism

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5ellaal5 · 1 day ago

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Here. The excerpt of this Fix-It Fic chapter with most of the flirting skipped.

This takes place after Singularity, after Burning Shores has started and Aloy’s companions disappear and leave data nodes for her.

It was inspired by the OP’s sentiment being shared by @fogsblue to give credit where credit is due.

Setting: Kotallo stops in at the Base and finds Erend already there doing some air guitar to [Travis Tate’s] death metal music videos/holos.

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They were about to head out when Kotallo paused. Something about the Death Metal video had bothered him.

“Erend, would you bring up your music’s image once more. Uh, with the volume down. Just for a moment.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

Kotallo stepped beside and slightly behind him, looking over his shoulder. Erend glanced at him with his eyes only, holding his face still, seeming to hold his breath.

Kotallo pointed, reaching around him. “Are those… subtitles?”

“Yeah! It’s helpful to read the lyrics. I love the screaming, but I like to know what I’m screaming, ya know?”

Kotallo squinted.

“Why are they so small? And what is that font?”

“Small…? Font…? What are you talking about?”

Kotallo leaned in further, resting his chest against Erends shoulder to try to see, trying to avoid stabbing him with his neck spikes.

“Hmmm. Can you bring up a text file? Just something simple. Maybe a data point from around the Base or one of those messages people leave each other in ruins.”

“Uh, ok.” Erend manhandled some Focus gestures, and chose a text file at random.

Kotallo squinted again, leaning forward again. He looked at the file name, and then stepped to Erend’s side, opened his Focus’ display with the publicly-visible setting, and found the same file. The text was much larger, in a clear font, with ample line spacing.

Erend’s eyes looked back and forth between the two displays and then he abruptly shut his Focus display off so he could stare at Kotallo. “Hey, what? Is that the same file!? Why does yours look so different?!”

Kotallo closed his as well and stared back at his uncertain friend, who was so often putting down his own ability to read or make sense of things. How to offer help, delicately?

“Hmmm…”

“That’s all you’ve got for me, you brooding Tenakth? ‘Hmmm ?’”

Kotallo waved a hand for patience.

“When I first arrived, some of the Focus gestures needed two hands with normal settings. GAIA showed me how to adjust ‘Accessibility Settings’ so that I could use it with only one hand. She also directed me to particular ‘fonts’ because I would mix up the same glyphs over and over as I was learning to read. Something called, oh, what was it…?”

GAIA’s voice sounded between their Focuses’ speakers. “ I believe the phrase you’re looking for is ‘dyslexia-friendly fonts .’”

“Yes! That was it! Thank you, GAIA. Here, Erend. Let me see if I can lead you to these settings. Open the main menu and then go to Focus settings�� Further down. Oh, wait, your menu is shorter. Maybe… there?”

Erend followed Kotallo’s gestures, with some help since the menu lengths were so different between the two displays and Erend’s display text was so very small and in a strange font that looked like handwritten Carja glyphs made with a leaky pen.

With his metal hand on his shoulder, Kotallo helped him pick a font that was easy to read, and switched it a few times to make sure Erend’s choice worked in multiple contexts, and set it to default. Changed the screen’s view size and taught him how to temporarily zoom in on a text file. They even experimented with shifting the saturation of the text display light until Erend said it wasn’t hurting his eyes as much.

Erend looked delighted.

Kotallo felt a little ill.

He had overheard Erend talking to Aloy on many occasions about how much trouble he was having learning to read and understanding the content, and the glyphs causing headaches, and it had never occurred to him to not take the man’s own beliefs about his stupidity at face value and just look at the damn settings. What kind of a friend believed their friend’s self-criticism?

Varl was also Erend’s friend. And Zo? Aloy knew him the best; why didn’t she…? Oh, but at that point, she was relying on GAIA to train everyone because she was almost never there, and everyone else was learning the Focus from the very beginning. Aloy had to believe what her team reported to her, when she stopped in, and her team was all doing their best.

Kotallo had gotten help from GAIA and Beta with ‘accessibility,’ and had received Aloy’s special attention for making his metal arm, and rebuilding his trust in himself, because his main impediment was physical and obvious.

But during Kotallo’s first days here, he’d had trouble with swapping glyphs, confusing words, having them blur before his eyes or fade into the environment behind him, causing headaches, as Erend might have been having this whole time. GAIA had talked about ‘dyslexia’ but also about past head injuries affecting reading, and that was an injury they likely both shared.

But unlike Erend, Kotallo had been shown how to make adjustments right away, and then knew it was possible to ask for a change. It had only impeded him for a few days at most, and after that he hadn’t been taking it personally when new but similar challenges slowed him down.

He shook his head in dismay and also awe.

Once Erend had closed the menus, looking stunned at how easy it was now that he’d made the font size match his fingertips for better precision, Kotallo spoke.

“Erend, you are one of the smartest people I know.”

“What?! What in the Forge’s tool chest are you talking about?!”

Kotallo just kept shaking his head, amazed.

“You learned everything we all did. But it was if you were learning to fight swinging a warhammer the size of a cart, rather than a practice wooden one. And you did it —you learned it— all the same.”

Erend looked even more stunned. He blinked.

“I did?”

He looked down. Quirked a smile. Huffed a laugh.

“I did!”

Kotallo slapped him on the shoulder and gripped where his hand landed. “Truly, you walk in strength, Oseram.”

Erend looked back up at him, still apparently amazed, and a few other things besides. Then firmed up his expression.

“Hey, we should still go hunting. A couple of us battle-hardened ancient tech experts, forging into the wilds, should have no trouble bringing down a brace of pigeons. Otherwise I’m going to get all emotional.”

Kotallo smirked. It seemed none of Aloy’s friends particularly enjoyed having many feelings. “Agreed.”

Erend in Forbidden West

maybe controversial opinion again but another thing i've noticed so far in Forbidden West is that they lowkey kinda butchered Erend...

idk if anyone else feels this way, i never see it talked about, but i swear to god he didn't used to be so one-dimensional. Again i'm only halfway through the game so there's hope for change, but i recently rewatched the Ersa mission in ZD and it just made me realise how he used to have so much character outside of just "haha funny dumb alcoholic", and that seems to be all he is in the second game (so far). I'm sooo sick of hearing constant jokes about how he's stupid, clumsy, drunk and annoying, as if that's all he is when i swear he didn't used to be. Sure there were jokes about him being a drunk in Zero Dawn too but it wasn't the majority of his character! They can have him be the comic relief character without making that ALL he is 😭 i'm honestly really really hoping we get more serious scenes with him to cancel this out... justice for Erend man, he's supposed to be more than that.

#Erend & Kotallo #erend is dyslexic #erend has head injuries #erend needs accommodations #Kotallo is disabled #Kotallo has head injuries #Kotallo got accommodations #visible vs invisible disability #disability justice #erend got done dirty by the writers of hfw #so I wrote some fix-it fic

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