#y’all know who it is in my head though. hehe

[kinnbig]

working hard

[shawtuzi]

request: ‘Y/n showing her ass all on ig and ony fucks her shit up (and records it so he can show all her followers who really run shit🙂‍↔️)’

some more inspo vids: 1 & 2 & 3

ur mind is so powerful and that vid is *chef kiss* here you go nonnie hehe/// cw include: there’s actually a little bit of plot *gasp*, mentions of drinking, reader is a little tipsy throughout the story, protective!ony, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink, ony is a tease, dirty talk, praising, rough sex, creampie, rushed ending i’m sawry/// wc: 5.4k

“can you see my thong when i bend over?

ony’s eyes, that were previously fixated on the tv, flicked over to your form, pupils zooming in on the thin fabric of your thong that peeked out over your jeans. his full lips lifted into a smirk, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. “yeah i can see it, don’t do too much bendin’ over.”

“yeah, yeah, whateverrrrr. the fit looks cute though right?” you did a little twirl for him, the obnoxious sounds of your heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoing throughout the room. ony paused his game, his eyes drinking in every inch of your outfit.

his pointer and middle fingers curled, beckoning you over to where he was sitting on the couch. as soon as you were in reach he yanked you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his thick thighs. “where are y’all heading to again?” he asked, tatted fingers trailing along the bare spots on your back.

your hands ran along his toned chest, his thin wife beater making it easy for you to feel every muscle and ridge. he always liked the way your long acrylics felt against his skin, it was almost comforting, in a way.

“we’re just gonna get some drinks, and then maybe go roller skating. nothin’ too crazy baby,” you’d lean in and give him a big smooch, but your lip combo was looking extraaaa perfect tonight.

his big hands cupped your ass over your jeans, before slowly moving up the play with the visible strings of your thong. “gonna be good tonight right? not gonna make me come up there and put nobody on a t-shirt right?”

ony knew you were as faithful as they came, and trusted you with everything in him, but what he did not trust was those thirsty sluts at the roller rink—especially the notorious connie springer. if he had a dollar for every time he heard about connie sweeping some girl off her skates he’d be a goddamn millionaire.

“don’t trip baby, it’s just gonna be me and the girls. if anyone tries it with me you’ll be the first to know,” and with that you were standing up. you bent over to give ony five featherlight kisses, careful not to mess up your lip gloss.

“be safe, i love you mama.”

“i love you more papa ❤︎”

( one mango margarita and three shots of tequila later . . . )

ony clutched his poor phone in irritation as he watched you act a complete fool on your instagram story. it started smooth at first, just a couple boomerangs and videos of you and your friends enjoying your time at the bar, but then he peeped that as he clicked through your story you seemed to be getting more and more lit.

what really did it for him was seeing you hang halfway out your friends car, your hips moving rather seductively as you shook your ass to the trap song that was playing over the stereo.

‘y/n, get your ass back in here! i’m not tryna get pulled over!’ he could hear your friend, who was the designated driver, say in annoyance.

you were already so lit and it’s only been an hour . . . what was he gonna do with you?

“ooou this girl is gonna be the death of me,” ony sighed, swiping over to the phone app. he looked over his contacts before clicking on ‘sun and stars ★’ aka you. the line rung six times before going to voicemail, but did that stop him from calling once more. on the fourth ring the line finally picked up, the sound of loud music and jumbled voices already giving poor ony a headache.

“babe?” he heard your cheery voice on the other end. wow, he hadn’t even realized how much he missed you until he heard your voice, his heart clenching at your missing presence. “hi baby, everything all right? i saw your story n’ it looks like you’re having a good time.”

“i ammmm, oh my gosh babe we gotta come here together sometime. i think s’like couples night or sum, everybody’s skating together and bein’ all sexy it’s making me miss youuuu.”

ony chuckled at the slurring in your voice, his thumb running over the tattoo of your name on the side of his pointer finger. fuck, he missed you.

it was quieter on your end of the line now, the loud music now nothing but a distant hum in the background. you must’ve went off to the bathroom to hear him better. “i miss you more, mama. n’ you know i can’t skate, i’d bust my ass every time!” he almost wanted to pout when you busted into a fit of giggles. oh how he wished he could hear your laugh in person.

“it’s okay, papa. m’gonna teach you and then we’ll be the sexiest couple in here,” you had a slight purr in your voice, and as shameless as it was, it did make ony’s dick jump a little. before he could say anything else you spoke once more, “i should get goin’ before they start looking for me. i’ll text you when i’m coming home, love you baby.”

ony’s head fell against the plushness of the couch, his lips turning into a frown. “i love you more, be good.” you giggled once more, promising that you’d be on your best behavior before hanging up, leaving onyankopon by himself once again. might as well make a little something for you to eat when you got home.

while ony whipped up something special for you at home, you were skating your heart out, doing all sorts of tricks n’ moves while your friends were fighting for their lives trying to keep from falling.

“yo, you’re pretty good.”

you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your shoulder, your body shrinking away out of instinct. any man’s touch that wasn’t ony made you wanna gag. seriously, like, who did these men think they were putting their grimy hands on you???

the man must’ve thought you were falling, because his grip on your shoulder tightened, pulling you closer to him. you hummed and moved a little to the side, the pace of your legs never faltering. once there was a safe distance between you and the stranger you finally spoke.

“thanks. i used to skate a lot when i was a kid,” your tone was short and dismissive. why was he even talking to you with this loud ass music in the background???you finally looked at him to get a good look at his face, and i’m assuming y’all already know who it is. sigh. you could already feel your buzz fading away.

you couldn’t deny that connie was handsome, but he wasn’t ony. no one could ever compete with your ony. whether it be looks, strength, book smarts, street smarts—anything the average human could do, onyankopon could do it better. at least that’s how it worked in your mind.

connie offered you a sweet smile, “do i know you? you look real familiar.”

“you might. i’m with onyankopon, i know y’all run in the same circles or whatever.” as you and connie talked the flash of someone’s phone hit you both, startling you the tiniest bit. you ignored it, deciding to keep the conversation with connie going until the song ended, but before you could even bid him farewell you heard your name being called numerous times.

your friends were standing at the entrance/exit of the rink, their skates now replaced with heels. you glanced at connie, muttering out a quick ‘see ya around’ before using a nearby railing to get out of the rink.

“that felt like the longest five minutes of my life,” you sighed, sitting on the nearest bench. “why do you guys look like that?” no one said anything, instead your phone was placed in front of your face, and what you saw made you actually gag.

it was a video of everyone in the rink skating to some rnb song, and there you were, front and center with connie by your side, his signature smirk gracing his lips.

“fucking ew! why do they have to get me, of all people, on candid camera with him? disgusting,” your nose was scrunched in disgust as you undid the laces to your skates. “ugh, i know right. let’s go do something else, i heard there’s gonna be a slide show not too far from hereeee. we should go there instead, yeah?” your best friend said, wiggling her phone in front of your face.

“a slide show? i don’t know girl, ony would be pissed. you know he don’t want me around that shit.” you knew your boyfriend well, and anything that had to do with a bunch of charged up men and expensive cars sounded like a bad situation to him, especially if he wasn’t there with you.

“don’t trip it’ll only be for like ten minutes, i promise. unless you wanna be lame and get dropped off”, your friend teased, and that had you pouting. you wanted to be good and listen to your boyfriend, but you also didn’t want the night to end quite yet.

“i got a blunt we can smoke on the way thereee,” your friend added. now that peaked your interest.

“well . . .”

[ 8 missed calls from my love ❤︎ ]

[ 6 new messages from my love ❤︎ ]

my love ❤︎ : please tell me you’re not where i think you are.

my love ❤︎ : baby answer the phone

my love ❤︎ : answer now or i’m coming up there.

my love ❤︎ : i’m omw.

“this fuckin’ girl,” ony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knew you wanted to have a fun night with your friends, but this was an absolute no no for him. you not answering your phone, but still posting on your instagram story didn’t make things any better either.

he found the nearest parking spot he could and jumped out of the car, his feet moving before he could even lock the car. it seemed the slide show had turned into a party type of situation, groups of people and nice cars scattered throughout the street. he whipped out his phone, pulling up the find my app to pinpoint your exact location.

after ten minutes of searching and bland, one minute conversations with his friends, onyankopon finally found you. you were dancing to music playing from someone’s car, your behind backed up against your friends front. if he wasn’t so irritated with you, he would’ve stayed a few minutes longer in that spot to watch you dance some more.

you looked breathtaking, per usual. all the gold jewelry you were wearing had you looking like a walking goddess—his goddess.

ony took his time walking over to you. he could feel a smirk fighting its way onto his lips at the thought of your poor little face realizing you were somewhere you certainly shouldn’t be.

“y’all cute,” he called out in his most sarcastic tone. your body froze, panic flooding through your veins. fuck, has it been more than ten minutes?

you stood up straight, your bloodshot eyes connecting with ony’s chocolate ones. “h-hey baby! what’re you doin’ here?” your body was stiff as you walked over to him, careful not to trip over your heels. once he was in arms reach you fell into his chest, his musky, natural scent igniting a warmth in your lower half.

everything around you was muffled, all you could focus on was the steady beat of onyankopon’s heart. suddenly, he pulled away, muttering something about you hopping on his back. with little strength you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

you turned to your friends, offering them a weak wave as ony carried you away, not saying a word. once you both made it to the car, he carefully set you inside, and adjusted your limbs so he was able to buckle you up.

the second he got in the car you turned to him, your lips pulled into a pout. “how drunk are you right now, babe?” he asked, taking your chin between his fingers to examine your face.

“i’m more high than drunk, but i’m fine, i don’t feel sick or nothin’,” your voice was quiet as you spoke, your hooded eyes looking anywhere but at him. “are you mad at me ony?” your eyes finally locked with his.

ony shook his head, “i am, but it’s okay we’ll get it sorted out at home. drink some of that water for me.” your eyes flicked to the water bottle that was dripping with condensation in the console. it looked heavenly to say the least.

the drive home was quiet besides the music playing quietly in the background, and you taking a few gulps of water every now and again. ony’s hand was glued to the thickness of your thigh the entire time, squeezing the jean covered flesh every couple of minutes.

he was silent when he parked the car in front of your apartment building, and he was silent on the way up to the apartment. he was quiet as church mouse when he helped you take off your heels, his lips pressing soft kisses your ankles when he took each heel off, and he was still silent when he helped you take off your top, leaving you in your bra and jeans.

ony knelt between your spread legs, his hands gripping onto your thighs for stability. “before i go ahead, just tell me one thing, did you have fun, baby?” his eyes softened as he waited for your response. you nodded, a small smile coming onto your lips.

“that’s good, i’m glad you had fun. now can you tell me why you were all the way in the city and not answering your phone?” his thick brow raised up, awaiting your response.

you nibbled on your bottom lip, the lip combo you were so proud of hours ago now smudged away. “we were sick of the roller rink, and jasmine heard about this slide show happening in the city sooo we went down there just to see what was going on. i tried saying no, i really did, baby, but then she bribed me with a blunt and full control of the aux so i caved.” your fingers began to fiddle with his own.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t answer i just a little too, um, immersed in my activities. and i’m sorry about the connie thing—”

“wait. what connie thing?”

your lips pulled into a straight line, your eyes squeezing shut in defeat. why, oh why did you have to bring that up?

“y/n, talk to me. use your words,” ony’s thumbs rubbed little circles into your thighs, silently telling you he’s not angry, and will not get angry at your response. he knew better than to think you tried anything with connie, he just wanted to know out of pure curiosity.

“well, since you asked—that lame came and talked to me. he be acting all nice n’ shit like everybody don’t know how much of a dog he really is.” ony couldn’t help but laugh at the scrunched up look on your face as you talked about it.

“and i guess the roller rink has an insta page or something, because next thing you know there’s a video of me and constance skating together. he followed me and liked everything on my story not even a half hour later—the man has zero shame! like, how’re you gonna waste my friends time, then come onto me like she’s not my friend and i don’t have a boyfriend?! granted, he only did say hi and complimented my skating but—”

ony could only smirk as you tipsily babbled about connie, and eventually moved on to a whole different topic. he didn’t interrupt you, instead he let you ramble on and looked at you with nothing but infatuation in his eyes.

suddenly your phone pinged, a notification from instagram popping up on your lock screen. “mmcht, speak of the devil,” you grabbed your phone, and opened the notification, showing ony exactly what you were talking about.

connie_springer replied to your story: i hope to see u again next time. we barley talked

ony read the message three times, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “‘barley’ . . . illiterate bitch.” it was silent for a few beats before you both burst into giggles.

now, you don’t exactly remember who initiated the kiss, but somehow ony managed to kiss you breathless, pinning you to the bed while his lips hungrily chased your own. his thumb pushed down on your chin, widening your lips just enough for him to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

“missed you baby,” he muttered against your lips. you tasted like spiked lemonade and strawberry gloss, an odd yet, salivating combo. you responded with a moan, your leg lifting up to wrap loosely around his waist.

“i wanna fuck.”

onyankopon grinned, his nose playfully nudging against yours. “all that liquor and weed went straight to your pussy hm?” his tone was teasing as he blindly reached between your bodies to undo the button of your jeans. “turn over, wanna take you from the back.” ony pecked your lips three times before helping you turn over, his strong hands moving towards your hips a second later to lift you to your knees.

the view before ony’s eyes was perfect.

you smiled when you saw a flash behind you—onyankopon loved taking him some pictures of his pretty girlfriend. you whipped your head around, your eyes flicking to ony’s concentrated one’s.

“you still mad at me baby?” you purred, playfully sticking your ass out more. a whine bubbled in your throat when you felt his bulge press right against your ass. ony kissed his teeth, “be quiet, y’know i wasn’t even mad in the first place. now look at the camera.”

you looked directly in the camera, you fluttered your lashes and gave him a tiny smirk before he took at least thirty pics of you in the same position. “beautiful . . .” you heard him mutter. you grinned, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.

“mm, you should post it that. connie follows you right? i think it’ll be funny.”

“what do you think i’m doin’, mama?” ony flashed you a smile, his fingers typing furiously at his phone before tossing it to the side. your phone dinged, a notification from instagram popping up. “d-did you tag me?” your breath hitched when ony tugged your jeans in one swift motion, the waistband now on the backs of your jeans.

ony knelt down, now eye level with your panty clad pussy. “i did, but you can look at that later,” was all he said before tugging your thong to the side, his warm tongue cupping your clit with quickness. you hummed in content, your face nuzzling into the comforter. ony traced slow, gentle circles around your clit, his tongue swiping down every couple of seconds to collect more of your essence on his tongue.

“f-fuck babe.” ony could hear your tiny voice whine, your hips now back and forth. he kissed your clit one last time before kissing his way up your pussy, his tongue slipping into your cunt with ease. his thumb replaced his tongue, rubbing tight, little circles on your clit.

onyankopon wasn’t shy to let you know that he liked giving you head. in just mere minutes he’d be moaning into your pussy and caressing your thighs delicately, mumbling little praises every now and again just to make sure you got the hint hehe.

your back arched when he rubbed the middle of his tongue, the softest part of it in your humble opinion, sloppily against your clit, dribbles of your essence now dripping off his chin and onto his chest. “yeah, y-yeah, keep doing that and i’ma cum,” your breath quickened, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your stomach got tighter n’ tighter.

“mmph, yeah? you gonna cum in my mouth baby? lemme hear you,” ony’s thumb pushed the skin above your clit up, exposing it even more to his skillful tongue. “y-yes on—y!” your kiss bitten lips dropped open, back arching impossibly deep when you felt his fingers pinch your clit.

“try that again, what’s my name? whose mouth are you gonna cum on?” as tipsy as you were, your cheeks still went hot at the mention of his ‘bedroom name’. truly you weren’t into calling men daddy at first, it put a sour taste in your mouth—but then ony came along. sure you called him ‘pa’ and ‘papa’ occasionally but this just felt . . . different. he didn’t push you into calling him anything during sex, only suggesting it, and you were sure you’d never even think to call him daddy . . . until one night, when he had you folded up, your spent pussy pulsing around his dick as you chanted his new name like a prayer.

“i-i’m, i’m gonna cum on your m-mouth *huff*, daddy.”

“atta girl,” ony hummed, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. his middle and ring fingers slipped into your clenching entrance, immediately bumping into that spot that had you squealing. he would’ve made you cum whether you called him daddy or not, he just liked to fuck with you when you got like this. so annoying.

your thighs began to shake, your orgasm approaching closer and closer. “hah! hah! f-fuck m’cumminggg.” ony pushed your weight forward, his face burrowing into your pussy as he slurped and sucked up your cum like it was the finest wine he’d even tasted.

he licked you through your orgasm until you were whining oh so cutely in overstimulation. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his tongue running over his lips just to make sure he didn’t miss anything.

“fix that arch,” ony grunted, tugging his sweats down in one swift motion, his achingly hard dick springing free. you mewled, fixing your position as you mentally prepared for the insane dicking you were about to receive.

he bent down, pressing one, two, three soft kisses across your waist. “you’re so pretty, look at me one more time,” you felt his warm hand squeeze your waist as he spoke, his words laced with love and adoration. you slowly craned your neck to look at him. your eye makeup was already becoming a little streaky, and your lips were all swollen—probably from biting them so hard.

“thank you baby, but with all due respect save the sappy shit for the aftercare, i need your dick now,” your tone was playful, but he could tell you really needed it by the way your hips started to shimmy. ony grinned, his hand reaching down to grip his leaking cock. he slapped it against your ass cheeks a few times before slipping himself between your folds, your wetness and warmth embracing him like the universes’ warmest hug.

he hissed, his teeth catching onto his bottom lip when he felt your hand press his cock impossibly close to your pussy. you could feel the dull throb of him against your clit, and it had you feeling dizzier than any liquor ever could.

“put it in, baby. i need it,” you whined into the comforter. your clit had a heartbeat in it so aggressive, it was borderline painful at this point. ony had had just about enough of his teasing too, because he fulfilled your wishes and filled you up with his dick the second you finished speaking. he was in to the hilt, your pussy gripping him like a vice as you tried to adjust to his size.

he pulled out less than halfway before slowly pushing back in. he did that over and over until he began a steady rhythm. “you’d think after all the times we done fucked you wouldn’t be this fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, slapping your right ass cheek with force.

ony noticed you becoming greedy for more, your hips seeming to have a mind of their own as you tried to match his slow strokes with quicker, sloppier movements. he fisted the flimsy of your thong, careful not to rip it. “slow. the fuck. down.” he growled in between strokes, making sure you felt each puncture of his dick against your cervix.

he tongued the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself for a moment before halting his movements. he puckered his lips, letting a glob of spit fall onto your untouched hole. he felt your body tense, a smirk coming onto his lips as he watched the spit trickle down and mix in with the creamy mess that was you.

before you could whine about his lack of thrusts, he started up a steady pace again, eventually getting faster and harder as the minutes ticked by. “you like that?” he grunted, using his free hand to push your head further into the mattress. you nodded as best as you could, “y-yes, daddy, i fu—huckin’ love ittt.”

you felt him in your stomach, your chest, your fucking head. you felt it everywhere—all your senses consumed by him.

in between his brutal strokes ony had a sudden need, he wanted a kiss. without stopping the rolls of his hips, he pushed your lower half down, his arm wrapping itself around your neck to prop your head up. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, a line of drool slipping from your trembling lips and onto the comfort that was already soaked with your tears.

his pace switched from fast to slow, his hips snapping against your backside rather roughly with each thrust. “kiss me,” you heard him whisper into your ear, his hot tongue lolling out to lick over the shell of your ear.

“come on, baby. you can do it. jus’ turn your head a lil to the left and give your ony a kiss.” it took literally every ounce of strength you had to turn your head, but you succeeded and got rewarded with a very sloppy kiss. he sucked on your bottom lip, and then your tongue. his kisses tasted tart from previously devouring your pussy.

your feet thrashed against the bed, a moan getting caught in your throat as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a semi—unexpectedly mind you. ony pressed his pelvis harshly against your ass, his hips moving in slow circles to draw your orgasm as long as possible.

“can’t— *hiccup* c-can’t take anymore pa,” you sniffled, fat tears rolling your puffy cheeks. ony kissed you, long and slow, before pulling away. “yeah you can, stay like that,” he muttered, pushing himself up. his thighs were on either side of your hips, his dick still snuggly sheathed inside your aching cunt.

his hands squeezed at your ass cheeks, spreading them so he could get a view at the way your pussy gripped him. your mouth parted in a silent scream when he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding an extra inch deeper. “too deep, ony! t-too deep,” you panted, your manicured hand reaching behind you to slap against his lower stomach.

“keep your hand there, s’not gonna stop me, baby. it never does,” he breathlessly chuckled, rolling his hips. something felt off. very, very off, like you were about to—

ony was slightly taken aback by your force as you pushed his hips back, his soaked cock slipping out as a flood of your cum hit the sheets. he could only watch in awe as your hand reached between your thighs, fingers sloppily rubbing circles around your clit. you didn’t really know were doing in that moment, but it just felt right. the giant coil in your tummy had finally unraveled, leaving you a gasping, sobbing mess as you rode out your second unexpected orgasm.

your body slumped against the mattress, your soaked thighs twitching violently. “what the fuck . . . i didn’t know you could do that,” ony muttered, his fingers swiping against the puddle formed on the sheets. you shrugged and shook your head. shit, you didn’t know you could do that either!

onyankopon scooted off the bed with shaky legs. he gently tugged your jeans off the rest of the way before turning you over. “just need you to hold on a little bit longer, mama. just need to make me cum, n’ then we’re done, okay? use your words so i know you’re good.” his fingers tapped at your jaw, signaling you to speak.

your lashes fluttered open, “m’good ony, wanna make you cum now.” onyankopon gave you a little smile, his eyes never once leaving yours as he set your ankles over his shoulders. he turned his head, giving both of your ankles a kiss. “my pretty baby,” he whispered, his hand reaching down to give his dick a few pumps.

he tapped the tip against your clit, smearing any leaking pre against your folds before slipping in with ease. you both moaned in unison, and funnily enough your noses both scrunched up the same way from being connected once more. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling the tiniest bit to let him know you’d like to be closer.

ony obliged, adjusting himself so he was able to lean down and be closer to you. the new angle had him hitting deeper, each thrust damn near knocking the air out of your poor lungs. “hah, love you, baby,” he panted, messily pressing his lips against yours. you cradled his face in your hands, your legs wrapping tightly around his slim waist. “love you more, daddy.”

ony groaned, his face nuzzling in your neck a second later to contain his whines. “inside? can i?” you heard him whine into your neck, his rhythm getting sloppier each time he pulled out. you nodded furiously, begging and pleading him like a lil slut to cum inside you that moment.

ony let out his first vocal moan of the night, his hand slapping beside your head to fist at the comforter. you felt a sudden warmth inside you and sighed contently, your legs tightening around his waist to keep him in place. he spent the next couple of minutes pathetically humping into your pussy, relishing in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

his grip on the sheets loosened, his body relaxing completely into yours. “ugh, baby, you’re so heavy,” you whined, pushing at his broad shoulders. ony only hummed, not moving an inch, and after multiple attempted to push him off you did the only thing you could do.

“hah! babe, d-don’t do that,” ony hissed, finally lifting his head up. you narrowed your eyes, clenching around his softened dick again, “then get the heck off me.” he sighed dramatically, pressing one last kiss to your neck before pushing himself up.

“all warm, mama?” ony hummed, wrapping your favorite fluffy towel around your bare body. you nodded, your mouth parting in a yawn. man were you ready to go the hell to bed.

after ony found his strength he got up and forced you into the shower with him, despite your whines and protest of being ‘too tired’. he held you for the first ten minutes, clutching onto your body as if you’d slip away while the hot water cascaded down your bodies. he then took his time washing your body, making sure no skin was left untouched before quickly doing himself.

now it was finally time for cuddles and, most importantly, time for bed.

he carried you to bed, of course, carefully laying you down on your side and tucking you in. when he got into bed you immediately latched to his side, your head finding its rightful place on his chest.

“shit, forgot i posted this,” ony chuckled showing you the story he had tagged you in an hour prior to your . . . activities. you examined the picture, a lazy smile making its way into your lips. “my ass looks so fat in this, good job babe.” you pat him on the chest a few times, your lips parting from yet another yawn.

“mm, you’re welcome, baby. not get some sleep, n’ make sure to dream about me,” he chuckled, giving your forehead three kisses.

[sweetfawngrl]

❝𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.❞ ༉‧₊˚.

ー you ‘haunt’ him after dying in a game.

pairing ;; chishiya x (f!)dead!reader

content ;; angst(?), you make a small mistake which caused you, your life. chishiya didn’t even care about you that much right? now he can’t even get rid of your echoing voice. he sees your shadows in the corner of his eyes.

warnings ;; blood, death, paranoia, ???,,, short…

notes ;; y/n used, i’m not sure if pronouns or feminine description is used but i’ll still use “f!reader” so…

also also sex w/ a ghost is one of my fav songs (by teddy hyde) y’all should check it out LOLOL it was the inspohhh for this boring short fic thing 👅

you died. right in front of him. your blood splattered onto his face and jacket. your cut off scream echos in his head and in the room. 

why did this happen? why?

he thought you were smarter than that, you were talking to him a few minutes ago, smiling and telling him something he didn’t…even remember now.

he stared down at your body for a moment, “huh” he suddenly muttered. the other players gasp and stumble back, some screaming in horror as your blood spills everywhere. 

his eyes trail down to the blood absorbing into his shoes, he steps back, sighing softly. “mmh..” 

the voices of the other players become muffled, he turns away and leans against the wall. 

he walks away from the building, he survived, of course he did. he’s one of the smartest people you’ve known. so why? why couldn’t he save you?

he don’t even know you that much, you were the one who would stick by him and talk to him. it’s really unfair, really. you were a bright person, innocent in comparison to him. 

chishiya didn’t know you that much but you didn’t deserve to die. 

he walks down the street, lost in thought. a strong wind blows, his hair flowing through the wind and his hands in his pants. he hissed as the cold wind passes, “chishiyaa…” a whisper was heard.

he scoffs lightly and turns around, “hm?” he stares at the empty green grassy street. 

he ignores it, maybe it was just a sound? an echo of a scream, possibly.

he continued to walk, the empty street filled of grass, rotting corpses. some red lasers shooting down occasionally.

a soft chuckle tickles his shoulder, “where are we going now?” you asked. “oh! look— a bunny!” you point towards a tall green tree. he glances over towards it, not seeing anything.

“what?” he murmured before looking back at you. “don’t you see it? it’s a bunny, hehe.” you tilt your head. he stares at you, looking at your eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, everything. as if searching for something. “anyway!” you clap your hands, walking in front of him.

“where are you going, y/n…” he asks, stepping forward. “aren’t we going to beach?” you laughed, raising a brow. 

“we?” he scoffed, raising a brow. “but you’re dead.” he said bluntly.

You frowned, “that’s rude.” you mocked his scoff. he stares again, walking away from you. 

“hey!” you call out for him. he clenched his jaw for a moment, “stop it.” he said, continuing to walk away.

“chishiya!” you call out for him again, it was all in his head, you’re dead. why are you here??

“why are you in my head?” he asked, mostly to himself. “why? well, maybe, ‘cause you’re the one who can’t let go, hehe” you said while disappearing and whispering in his ear.

“even though we didn’t talk much, i know you’re a good person, chishii~”you teased with a unreadable smile. he ignores you, staring up at he giant blue moon, the red lasers seem to continue but it’s muffled. “y/n—“ he groaned. his expression remained the same, blank and mysterious.

a small group of survivors pass by, hiding behind a car, one of them stares at chishiya, wondering why he was just talking to himself, ‘what a weirdo’ they thought.

“fine be like that! hehe, see you later!” you abruptly said,

 “hey…make sure, to continue wining!” 

he felt a sharp faint pain in his chest- turning around and a strong gust of wind blows. he stares at ahead of him, you disappeared. “you should put more effort in trying to live, chishiya.” 

it finally hit him. you were gone. only if you stayed a little longer, maybe you would’ve been interesting enough to become friends.

i’m not…good with….angst…….IM SORRY I JJST WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW GUYSSSS 💔💔 give tips please agrhh

it’s longer than my other one at least ???? sigh

ー brckendollette ☆

(10/9/24)

(((ALSO.SORRY. if i put the wrong tags lolll i never knew people cared so much but tahts kewwlll but yeah sorry in advance;; LOLOL i usually put whatever comes up to get more attention ykykyk….)))

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

genre: cute, funny

warnings: none

characters: josuke, koichi, okuyasu, rohan

notes: GN!reader, also reader and character are in a relationship in this scenario // if you guys have any requests for me to write scenarios for any characters you like pls lmk i would love to write for anyone! (my only condition is no nsfw requests for underage characters, i don’t mind sfw romance for them tho) // also tysm araki for creating okuyasu you guys dont know how much i love that silly

The duwang gang reacts to their S/O asking them “would you still love me if i was a worm”

Josuke Higashikata

He would probably be confused but play along to show off that he got that charm and humor hehe

“Huh? A worm? Why would you even—” He stops mid-sentence, his face breaking into a big grin.

“Well, I mean… if you were a worm, you’d still be you, right?” He scratches the back of his head, thinking.

“I’d probably find a way to use Crazy Diamond to, I dunno, turn you back into yourself or something. But yeah, I guess I’d still love you.” He smirks playfully “I’d just have to make sure you don’t get stepped on.”

I feel like he’s the type who would try to turn a weird question into a chance to make his partner laugh, all while showing his genuine care.

Koichi Hirose

“A w-worm?” His eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks turn a little red.

“Well… I mean… if you were a worm, I’d have to figure out how that happened first! But even if you were, I’d—” He pauses, getting serious.

“I’d still care about you. You’re more than just what you look like… So, yeah, I would.” He gives a small, reassuring smile.

“And I’d probably study how to keep you safe in your new worm body too, just to be sure.”

Koichi would think it through and take it seriously, as he’s always concerned about his partner’s well-being.

Okuyasu Nijimura

This man is so confused 😭 would 100% overthink it, but not the bad kind of overthinking, just genuinely takes his time to think the question through even tho he rarely ever think but for you he will

“Wait, wait, a worm?” He stares at you, trying to process it, scratching his chin.

“Like, how small of a worm? One of those tiny ones or like a big one?” He furrows his brow in deep concentration, taking the question more seriously than intended.

“But, uh… yeah! Of course, I’d still love you. I mean, worms need love too, right?” He laughs, a bit awkward but genuine.

“I’d carry you around in a little jar or something so you don’t get squished.” He grins, proud of his solution.

“Maybe I could use The Hand to just, y’know, erase whatever turned you into a worm in the first place.”

Okuyasu would be a little slow to catch on but would totally commit to loving you, even as a worm, without a second thought.

Rohan Kishibe

You better stop annoying this man with stupid questions and let him get back to his mangas lol, he would respong with a mix of annoyance, but still caring in his own way; you’re his partner after all

“A worm? How dull.” He gives you an irritated look, folding his arms.

“Why would I ever waste my time loving a worm? They have no capacity for creativity, no ambition, no art—” He stops, seeing the look on your face, and sighs dramatically.

“But, I suppose if it’s you… I could make an exception.” He leans back, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“Though, if you were a worm, I might have to document it for my manga. It could be quite the story: ‘The Worm I Loved.’” A smug grin spreads across his face.

“But remember, I’d expect you to still be interesting, even as a worm.”

Rohan would initially reject the idea, but ultimately, his affection for you would show, even if he frames it through his work.

Sorry if this was a bit short! I randomly thought of this but i hope you guys liked it <3 Please if you guys have any requests please go ahead I’ll write ang scenario for any JJBA character (obviously no nsfw for minors) Love y’all! Likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

[chqolan]

Ed boyfriend headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

A/N: this white boy is taking over my life again and i had no choice but to write my own self indulgent thoughts,, nsfw ahead too (sorry not sorry)

TW: fem reader, very self-indulgent LMAO, oral, dirty talk, swearing, ed being hot

sfw

dating ed is a very interesting ride to be on. he’s a troubled man with a troubled past who’s in the process of becoming better along with those around him.

given the life he’s been living, he’s probably not used to being all that affectionate,, so don’t expect too much pda with him.

don’t get it twisted though, because he has no shame in showing you off- in fact, he’s proud to have somebody as sweet as you by his side.

at most, he’ll keep an arm around you while the two of you are out. he needs people to know that you’re his after all.

however,, when the two of you are alone, things are different.

ed allows himself to be much more touchy with you in closed/private spaces. he’ll often let you sit on his lap with his arms bringing you in closer to his chest.

expect much more kisses from him too,, this man just can’t help himself ugh he’s so down bad (and you are too)

smooches everywhere…

lips, cheeks, neck, you name it !

even if he’s not the best at it, ed also tries to be a gentlemen when it comes to you.

growing up and being raised by balrog surely doesn’t give him a lot to work with when it comes to mannerisms. but he’ll do his best to hold doors for you, lend his jacket to you and also buy you flowers (if you like that sort of thing ofc).

on the topic of balrog, i believe ed would still try to ask him for advice regarding his relationship with you. that’s his pops, so it’s the only person he can think of!

if not that, he’d go to falke and the rest of his neo shadaloo group. they’d give their best opinions on where ed should take you out for your next date etc.

also given his line of work, there are times he won’t always be around with you, so he cares a lot about making the time he spends with you memorable.

some of his favourite dates with you would probably be the times he’s taken you to boxing matches or some of those sketchy fight clubs.

(not the most romantic places…but like i said, he doesn’t have much of a guide on how to be that pleasing for a pretty lady like you all the time. pls bear with him LMAO)

but trust, he wouldn’t go to these type of places with you if he couldn’t protect you. there are a few times he’s gotten in some street fights while you were around, but you can’t deny how hot he looked when he has to throw down,, so it’s okay!

he would also teach you small boxing tricks, just for fun of course, but also protection (as if you’ll ever need it when he’s around).

ed would always deeply appreciate how genuine you are with him. the way you participate in the love he has for his interests just has him head over heels for you.

and he’s just the same when it comes to your own interests, too! you’re both there for each other.

you like video games? he’ll play some with you.

you like spending time on skin care? he’ll apply however many face washes, face creams and face masks you bring him.

and if you’re lucky, he might allow you to test your new makeup on him.. just once…

anyways he’s so in love with u hehe

(also i would love to push the agenda of ed having a girly girlfriend, but i’ll save that for another time LOLL)

nsfw

by his own nature, ed is a pretty rough man, so expect that to unintentionally cross over when y’all are in bed.

when the two of you are together, he highly prefers being in charge. his ego is too big for him to submit to anybody, sorry.

he wouldn’t necessarily be a hard dom at all times. he could definitely be a softer dom depending on the overall mood.

though on a regular basis, he's not soft.

he's got quite the ego, so he goes crazy whenever you beg or praise him.

tell him how good he’s making you feel, tell him that nobody else can make you feel this way, tell him that you’re his !

ed also has a habit of getting riled up with the more his ego gets stroked, so it’s a win-win !

in his own way, he’s a respectful and kind boyfriend , but he’ll be in love with degrading you during sex. and i also cannot stress this enough… ed absolutely loves dirty talk.

“you were made to take my dick,"

“there’s a good slut ,, bouncing on my cock like her life depends on it,”

“you enjoy bein’ my little cum dump, baby?"

needless to say, he’s pretty vocal when it comes to sex and won’t be afraid to let out some moans from time to time.

his sounds will usually come in ranges between grunts and groans, but the small moans are there occasionally.

ed wants you to feel good at all times, so he definitely doesn’t mind getting a little messy with giving oral.

also hear me out on this…

pulling his hair back when he’s eating you out. he’s a total sucker for feeling a bit of pain such as scratches on his skin and tugs on his hair.

mhm ,, so pull back that swoop of hair that’s always covering his face and don’t stop tugging on it. just being able to see both of his eyes looking up at you while his face is stuffed in your pussy— oh lawd…

also don’t be afraid to cum all over his face, he’s a freak and he most definitely loves that shit.

however… with that being said, ed mostly prefers receiving oral.

sucking him off is when you’ll be able to hear him moan the most. wether he’s talking his shit or just moaning/groaning, he just can’t keep quiet.

something about him makes me assume he loves it all messy and sloppy, so he won’t worry about the mess you make while you’re down there, so go crazy and go stupid !

regarding the noise ed makes, it’s the perfect opportunity for him to keep on talking while you’re busy gagging around him.

he’d love to guide your head with his big hand and just keep on talking,

“you’re takin’ my dick like a champ…good girl,”

“yea, that’s right. choke on my cock, babe”

and if you’re comfortable with it, his favourite thing to do is cum all over your face. like he is obsessed.

but now, let’s talk about positions. ed’s favourite position has to be anything that allows him to get a good view of your ass.

yes. he is an ass man, i said what i said.

his go-to would probably be doggy, everything about it was perfect. as if the view of your ass wasn’t perfect enough, he’s still able to lean closer to you, whispering obscene words in your ear while his cold chain presses against your back and sends shivers all around your heated skin.

if he’s in any position that’d allow him to see your face, he would just love watching your fucked out expressions as you cry out for him.

(oh and he totally grabs the headboard while he’s hittin it)

i also forgot to mention he’d love overstim omg

there’s something about seeing how much he can push you over the edge that just gets him so turned on. he just thinks to himself like ‘damn, i really did that’ LOL

and i can’t forget to mention one of my personal favourite headcanons for him,

dirty talk, except it’s in german-

personally i don’t know any german, but ik this german boy has some crazy game and it’d be so hot omg.

you don’t even need to understand what he’s saying to know he’s saying some nasty shit.

when it comes to ed, he enjoys a partner who goes along with how much a freak he is. so be as dirty as you want him him, trust.

feeling bored and want some attention? take his hoodie and keep it unzipped with nothing else on except for a pair of panties and his chain that looks even larger on you and surprise him!

(spoiler alert: you got fucked up real bad, but not in a fight)

heheh anywaysss i have so much more i wanna put but i don’t wanna whore out even longer and make the nsfw section too much LMAO

if you’ve gotten this far, ty for reading through all of that :3

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HELLOOO

omg your work has totally been hitting it out of the park lately 🤩 your talent is indescribable!!!!

i love my tyler x readers, and ive been in such a fluffy mood lately (perfect combo i know)

so what about tyler x reader during tøp's xmas stream, reader walks into the room while tylers on live but doesnt realize that his mic is still picking up her voice asking him a question. as he responds to whatever question shes asking, his voice/demeaner go soooo soft, and the viewers are freaking outtt asking for reader to pop onto the stream and talking about how he talks to her!!! just overall fluff and tyler showing off reader to his thousands of viewers, reader bantering with josh on the other side of the screen and playing with the silly filters 😋

hope all is well!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

thanks for all your amazing works!!

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Xmas Stream - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Nothing hehe

Word Count: 2085

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! I love the top livestreams – they're always so funny :)

It was December 23rd, and the house was alive with that perfect pre-Christmas energy. Fairy lights glowed softly around the living room, and the scent of fresh pine and the cookies Josh had baked filled the air. Tyler had been hosting Twenty One Pilots' special Christmas stream for about an hour now, playing Fortnite and talking with fans. Debby and I had been wrapping gifts and keeping ourselves busy with Tyler’s parents, but I knew the guys’ stream was always a spectacle worth checking in on.

I could hear Tyler’s laughter drifting through the hall, the familiar sound of his banter with Josh as they played. I smiled to myself, loving the sound of it all. Needing a break from all the gift wrapping, I walked into the kitchen.

“Does anyone want a mug of hot chocolate or a coffee?” I asked, boiling the kettle and getting the numerous powders and coffee pods down from the shelf. Tyler’s mom asked for a cup of peppermint tea and his dad wanted coffee.

“Do you want to go ask the boys while I make the drinks?” Debby asked, getting up.

“Yeah, I can do that,” I smiled, putting down the pink mug in my hand. I walked down into the basement where I had helped Tyler and Mark set up monitors and mics earlier in the day. I could hear his voice humming through the walls and the little clicks as he pressed the buttons on his controller. “Hey, babe, do you want hot chocolate or coffee? I’m making some—” I paused, realizing that there were thousands of people watching us.

Tyler’s head snapped up immediately, eyes softening the moment he saw me. His voice dropped to that tone he only used with me—warm, gentle. “Hot chocolate, please, I love you” he said, completely relaxed. He smiled up at me like I was the only thing in the room.

What neither of us realized was that his mic was still on.

Suddenly, the chat on the screen started moving at lightning speed, flooding with messages. At first, I had no idea what was happening, but Tyler caught on quicker than me. His eyes widened as he glanced at the screen, then back at me. “Uh...”

“What?” I asked, looking at the comments now too.

WAIT WHO WAS THAT?? 

Did y’all hear his voice??? 

SO SOFT for her I CANNOT TYLER, SHOW US Y/N! 

We need her on stream!!!

Realization hit me as I saw the excited, fanatical responses from the chat. They had heard everything. Tyler muted the mic quickly, his face flushing just a little, and he turned toward me with an almost apologetic look.

“Sorry. Forgot my mic was still on.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

Before either of us could say anything else, Josh’s voice echoed loudly through Tyler’s headphones, obviously enjoying every second of this. “Oh man, Y/N, Tyler just went full soft mode. I mean, it was like instant. One second he’s yelling at some kid in Fortnite, and then you walk in and suddenly he’s Mr. Soft and Sweet.”

Tyler groaned, his face flushing as he shook his head, though there was a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He muted his mic again, turning toward me with that sheepish grin he always got when Josh was teasing him. “He’s never gonna let me live this down, you know.”

I smirked, crossing my arms. “Well, I’m not sure if I should let you live it down either.”

Tyler opened his mouth to reply, but the flood of comments on the stream continued to catch both of our attention. The chat was absolutely blowing up with reactions.

Did anyone else hear his voice change? 

Tyler’s soft voice for Y/N! I CAN’T. SHOW US Y/N!!! 

Please! Let her on the stream!

Tyler sighed, throwing a glance at the camera, as if addressing the fans directly. “Alright, alright. Calm down, everyone. That was Y/N. But don’t get too excited. She’s mine.”

Josh immediately chimed in through the headset, his voice dripping with mischief. “No, no. You can’t just tease them like that. Let her on stream, dude. The people demand it.”

I laughed, leaning against the back of Tyler’s chair. “Josh, you are not helping.”

“Oh, I know.” Josh's smugness was practically audible, and the chat continued to explode with excitement, spurred on by Josh’s teasing. Y/N on stream, Y/N on stream!

Tyler looked at me, his eyes softening again. “You wanna come say hi?”

I shrugged. “I mean, they’re basically dragging me onto the stream whether I want to or not at this point.”

With a playful sigh, Tyler unmuted the mic and shifted over slightly in his chair, making room for me in the frame. As soon as I stepped into view, the chat went absolutely wild.

THERE SHE IS!!! 

Y/N!!! 

We finally see her!! 

OMG look how cute they are together. 

Tyler’s face softened IMMEDIATELY. 

We’re not imagining it.

I waved awkwardly at the camera. “Hey, everyone,” I said, feeling a little bashful now that thousands of people were suddenly focused on me. “Didn’t mean to crash the stream.”

Tyler’s hand instinctively found its way to mine, squeezing lightly under the desk. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I’m getting any more kills now that you’re here anyway,” he teased, giving me a sideways glance.

Josh’s voice interrupted again, sounding amused. “Oh, Tyler, come on, let her take over. She’s probably better at Fortnite than you are anyway.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t think so. You two have that covered.”

Josh wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass, though. “Okay, Y/N, if you’re not taking over Fortnite, at least help me out. Tell Tyler how bad his aim was last round.”

Tyler groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Oh no, you two teaming up against me now?”

I grinned, leaning in closer to the camera. “Ty, I love you, but... Josh kind of has a point. I saw your aim. It wasn’t your best work.”

The chat erupted into laughter and heart emojis, and Josh was losing it on the other end. “See?! I told you. Even Y/N’s calling you out.”

Tyler laughed, running a hand through his hair as he glanced between me and the screen. “This is it. I’m officially outnumbered in my own stream.”

Josh jumped in again, “Outnumbered? Nah, you’re just getting a reality check.”

I shook my head, still laughing as Tyler nudged me lightly. “Okay, okay. We’ll stop ganging up on you. But only because your fans might start feeling bad for you.”

“They love it,” Tyler said, pointing to the chat, which was still flying with comments of support for me and Josh’s roasting.

Y/N is the queen of this stream now. 

Roast him more! 

He deserves it!

I was about to say something when I noticed Tyler messing around with the filter settings on the stream. Suddenly, his face was replaced by a gigantic pair of sunglasses and a goofy mustache, while my head had sprouted reindeer antlers.

“Oh my god, Tyler,” I giggled, leaning closer to the screen. “You really think you can distract them with filters?”

“Maybe,” Tyler grinned, adjusting the settings again. This time, Josh’s screen popped up with some kind of alien face, his eyes ridiculously large.

“Hey!” Josh complained, his voice distorted by the filter. “Why do I always get the weirdest ones?!”

I couldn't stop laughing. “Ty, give him a cute one at least!”

“I make no promises,” Tyler said, laughing so hard his shoulders started shaking. The filter then transformed him into a cartoon bunny with huge ears, and that’s when he completely lost it. His laughter echoed through the room, so uncontrollable that he leaned forward and buried his face in my stomach to muffle the sound.

“Tyler, stop!” I laughed, trying to push him off gently, but it only made him laugh harder, his breath warm through my shirt. The chat was going wild.

Y/N and Tyler are too cute

I’m dying! I can’t breathe

 Tyler’s literally dying of laughter

Josh, still trying to be serious despite his ridiculous alien filter, groaned through his distorted voice, “Tyler, get a grip, man. You’re supposed to be streaming, not... whatever this is.”

“I can’t—" Tyler wheezed, pressing his face into my stomach again as his laughter continued. “I can’t breathe.”

I ran a hand through his hair, smiling down at him, utterly helpless in his laughter. 

Eventually, he pulled himself together, but his face was flushed, and there were still traces of a giggle in his voice. “Okay, okay, I’m good. I’m good.”

I patted his shoulder with mock sympathy. “Sure you are.”

Josh sighed dramatically. “Great. Now that Tyler has finally recovered, can we please get back to the game?”

Tyler wiped his eyes, shaking his head with a grin. “Yeah, yeah. But no promises that I won’t laugh at you again, Josh.”

I kissed Tyler’s cheek and got up, leaving the boys to their antics as I headed back to the kitchen. Even as I walked away, I could still hear Tyler’s infectious laughter, and it made my heart feel full. I loved this—his joy, his silliness, the warmth of the house filled with love and laughter.

“Y/N! Have you asked them what they wanted to drink yet?” Debby shouted from upstairs causing Josh to chuckle. 

“Yes! Tyler wants a hot chocolate and Josh would like–” I paused, looking at Josh.

“Coffee please,” he chimed. 

“Coffee,” I repeated, turning on my heel and heading back upstairs.

The warmth of the kitchen hit me immediately, the smell of pine and cookies enveloping me like a cozy hug. Debby was standing by the stove, stirring a pot of peppermint tea for Tyler’s mom, while Tyler’s dad was flipping through the channels on the TV, the soft hum of Christmas carols playing in the background.

“Josh wants coffee, huh?” Debby asked with a smile as I entered the room. “You know, I always thought he’d be more of a hot chocolate guy.” 

I laughed, shaking my head as I started making Tyler’s hot chocolate. “You’d think, right? But he’s weirdly serious about his coffee. Black, no sugar.”

Debby chuckled, pouring the tea into a delicate mug. “I’m telling you, those boys are full of surprises.”

As I prepared the drinks, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. The soft glow of the Christmas lights, the warmth of the stove, the playful sounds of Tyler and Josh's laughter drifting through the house—it all felt so perfectly... us. Like this was exactly where we were meant to be.

I balanced the tray of drinks carefully, making sure not to spill Tyler’s hot chocolate or Josh’s coffee as I made my way back downstairs. When I reached the basement, Tyler had just finished a round and was rubbing his eyes, still giggling at something Josh had said. The chat was going wild as usual, with fans asking all sorts of questions and throwing out endless heart emojis.

“Alright, delivery service,” I announced, setting the tray down on the desk beside Tyler. “One hot chocolate for you,” I handed Tyler his mug, “and a coffee for you, Josh.”

“Thanks, Y/N!” Josh’s voice came through Tyler’s headphones, even though he wasn’t on screen. 

Tyler grinned, taking a sip of his hot chocolate and humming in approval. 

I smiled, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on the top of his head. “Well, someone’s gotta keep you two functioning.”

Josh snorted on the other end. “True. If it were up to Tyler, we’d probably still be setting up the stream.”

Tyler shot him a playful glare through the camera, though there was no real bite to it. “Hey, I did plenty of the setup!”

I laughed, shaking my head as I stepped away from the camera’s view. “Sure, sure. You boys keep telling yourselves that.”

As I made my way back upstairs, I could still hear their banter while they continued to play their game. It was the perfect background noise to the cozy evening—the warmth, the laughter, the silly arguments that somehow made everything feel even more like home. And as I settled back into the kitchen, helping Debby with the last of the cookies, I couldn’t stop smiling, knowing that this was exactly what the holidays were about: love, laughter, and the little moments that made everything feel complete.

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REQUESTS OPEN CHAT!!

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 21- body horror

I had a lot of fun with this one! Hope y’all enjoy it too :)

Warnings for blood, bites, and redeads hehe

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The days in the mysterious cabin were nice, the men had to admit. Sure, it was very creepy, with bumps in the night that made sleeping hard to do, but not traveling and being in the secluded woods was nice. They felt safe, and Rusl and Kass healed well, with Kass beginning to fly once again to gain strength in his wing. Rusl was still trying to walk again, though it was a struggle with his arm still healing. But the two were making progress, and the group felt that they could continue on their journey in a few weeks without having to worry about their safety.

Though, the longer they stayed at the cabin, the creepier the place started to feel. Mysterious bumps and thuds were common, but the men even felt shoving and caressing from seemingly nothing. They were getting freaked out, though they tried to hide it from each other. But one night, they couldn’t ignore the creepy cabin anymore.

They were sleeping one night, with Leon and Ammon staying awake to keep watch. Ammon was dozing off while Leon was picking at his fingers until a blood curdling scream broke through the silence. It was muffled, and was clearly coming from below them, and Ammon and Leon looked at each other with horrified looks on their faces. Linebeck shot up, his hair a mess and his eyes wide in fear.

“What was that?” He asked frantically, his voice hoarse.

The rest of the men got up, confused at the sound that cut through the night like a knife. They all looked to Leon of course, and he rubbed his beard, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Where did you all hear it?” He asked quietly.

“It sounded like it came from below us,” Talon whispered, looking just as freaked out as the rest of the men.

It grew silent until Benji let out a yelp, jumping away from something, but he let out a sigh when it was just Rusl who woke up last.

“Don’t scare me like that, Benji,” Kass said, his wing up against his heart.

“It’s not my fault Rusl scared the life out of me!” He turned to Rusl who looked like he was still waking up. “He’s so pale, I really thought I was face-to-face with a ghost!”

Rusl frowned and looked at him, staring at the rest of the men who were wide awake.

“Did I imagine that scream?” He mumbled, and Talon shook his head.

“Nope, I think something is in a basement here,” He explained.

“There’s a basement here?”

“I don’t know, let’s check it out.”

Talon got up and the rest of the men followed, though they were huddled together, with everyone hanging off of Leon. They searched the walls and the floor, looking for a hidden door or trap door, though when they explored the cabin before they found no hints to a basement, which freaked them out more. Where did the scream come from?

Talon got on his hands and knees and took off a rug, rubbing his hands on the wooden floor. Another scream made the men freeze, and Talon paused, staring at the ground.

“O-Ok, I’m officially freaked out,” Benji whimpered, holding tight to Leon’s arm. “I don’t know what it is, but I think we should leave it alone.”

“No, it sounds like a woman’s scream. Someone could be in danger,” Talon said, grabbing onto a latch and lifting up a door. He stared at the ladder that led to an inky blackness below the floor they stood on. The men stared as well, frozen in fear as they stared. Talon looked up at them, then got to his feet, brushing off his knees. “Alright. Let’s go check it out.”

Without waiting for the others, Talon grabbed onto the ladder and began to climb down the ladder, and Leon tore himself away from the rest of the men, following with his sword in hand.

“Don’t you guys think you should have a lantern or something?” Benji suggested, and Ammon walked up to him, a lantern in his hand.

“I got it, come on.”

Ammon crawled down the ladder with Kass and Rusl following. Linebeck and Benji stared, both frozen to the ground.

“Are we all going?” Linebeck asked, and when the light disappeared, he whimpered and walked over to the ladder, grumbling to himself as Benji slowly followed. When everyone reached the ground, they were shocked to see a dark basement, lit up by torches that revealed a large room with pillars lined up next to each other. Yet there was nothing that could’ve caused a scream.

“Ok, I’m startin’ to think that this place is actually haunted,” Rusl muttered, staring at the sight before him. Talon frowned and walked ahead, keeping his eyes peeled for anything. He looked at a pillar, walking around it, until he was suddenly thrown onto his back, and Ammon ran up to him. Talon’s eyes were wide, and the men heard a strange clicking sound just ahead.

“S-Something just hit me!” Talon shouted, scrambling to his feet with Ammon’s help. Ammon frowned, sticking close to Talon.

“I don’t think I want to explore any more underground caverns,” he muttered, and Linebeck nodded, hugging Leon’s arm.

“Can you people stop latching onto me?” Leon yelled, trying to pull his arm away, but Benji grabbed his other arm.

“Let’s go back up, o-ok?” Benji suggested, but Rusl walked up next to Talon, staring with his brows furrowed.

“That’s weird.”

“Careful Rusl,” Talon warned. “I know you can walk but you’re still healing.”

Rusl ignored him, walked past the pillar with caution and looking around him. Talon groaned and ran up to him, with Ammon following closely behind. Kass walked along the wall, staring at the torches that were mysteriously lit up.

“Why are these lit up?” He asked thoughtfully.

“Someone must’ve been down here,” Leon said. “These torches can’t be lit forever.”

“Are we gonna die?” Benji asked, and Leon sighed.

“Go upstairs if you’re gonna cry like a chil–”

“AH!”

The men froze as Rusl flinched back, holding his arm. Two small fang punctures appeared on his forearm, a drop of blood coming out of one.

“Something just bit me!” He exclaimed, holding his arm as he stared at the bite.

“Alright, you three get back over here!” Leon shouted. “This place is dangerous, we need to—”

A scream paralyzed all of them to the bone, the high shrill echoing through the basement that froze their limbs and their minds, making them know nothing but fear. They tried to move, their limbs shaking as they struggled to break out of the paralysis, but Talon, Ammon, and Rusl couldn’t move in time when something bit down on Talon’s neck. He let out a pained yell, and chaos ensued, with Benji sprinting to the ladder, Rusl checking over Talon, Ammon swinging his sword maniacally, Kass pressing up against the wall, and Linebeck clinging to Leon like his life depended on it.

“We’re locked in!” Benji yelled, jumping down the ladder with his guitar held in front of him. “We’re all gonna die!”

“No we’re not!” Leon shouted, drawing his sword and shoving Linebeck behind him. “Search for a key! Talon, are you all alright over there?”

The group of men were silent while Rusl tried to drag Talon away, the man holding his neck as he tried to get on his feet.

“The ghosts got to him!” Benji cried. “They always get the skeptics first!”

“Benji, stop yelling! You’re making thing wor—”

Something hit Leon in the back, causing him to fall to the ground. When he turned, he saw Linebeck sprawled on his back, scrambling away from whatever hit them. Leon growled and swung his sword at the air, but where he expected air, it actually made contact with something. He staggered back and looked around, his heart beating against his chest. Something hit him again and he fell back again, his shoulder exploding in pain from where he was hit. His feet slipped on something and he fell on his side, his legs curling up to push himself off the ground, but his hand made contact with something.

In his hand was a purple and red magnifying glass, with a slitted pupil in the middle of the glass. He picked it up and stared in confusion, lifting it up to the light to get a better look. But behind the glass he saw movement, and he yelped as a wrapped creature swung at him. It had bandages wrapped around every inch of its body, save for its face where he saw two glowing eyes watching him. He dodged the swing, and with the magnifying glass in his hand, he stabbed the creature, watching it fall to the ground with a thud. From beyond the glass, Leon spotted more enemies—keese, skulltulas, and chuchus all were scattered across the basement. Of course!

“We’re not being attacked by ghosts!” Leon yelled. “We’re being attacked by invisible enemies!” Leon moved to Ammon, who was still swinging, and began to run to him. “Ammon! There’s a skulltula right behind you!”

“There’s a WHAT?” Ammon jumped back, squealing in fear as he held his sword close to him. Leon ran right past him, stabbing the arachnid’s soft belly and killing it before it could attack Ammon.

“Stay close to me,” he said, moving the glass so Ammon could see the enemies. Ammon gasped, and drew his sword, the fear from the skulltula making way for determination as he got into a fighting stance. Leon turned to the others who were pressed up against the wall, and he put his hand out to keep them there. “Stay there! Me and Ammon are going to kill the enemies!”

The men obeyed as the two began to kill the monsters they saw through the small glass, stabbing their swords at flying keese that sporadically flew around them and slicing chuchus in half, making them explode into jelly. Ammon shoved Leon down when another wrapped up creature went to grab ahold of them, and he swung his sword in a circular manner, destroying the beast. Leon looked around him, spotting yet another skulltula hanging from the ceiling, waiting for its victim to get too close. He ran towards the shadow, jumping back when the arachnid dropped, and he waited for it to spin, stabbing it through the gut when it turned. But right when he killed the beast, another high-pitched scream rang out, paralyzing Leon far worse than before. The glass was lifted, and he was able to spot a mass of flesh curled up in a fetal position, unfolding itself to reveal a humanoid creature. It had dark skin wrapped tightly around its bones and muscles, its fingernails broken and filthy, its legs bloodied, and its face concealed by a mysterious wooden mask revealing its decaying teeth that were opened wide as it got closer. Its eyes were sunken in, showing a black shadow where they should’ve been, and Leon felt nauseous at the sight, trying desperately to break away from its paralyzing scream. It suddenly leaped onto him, latching onto his body as it repeatedly bit his face and neck, its arms and legs squeezing his torso so much so he couldn’t move. He squirmed in its holding, trying to tear it off, but without the glass to see it, he couldn’t fight back. Finally it let go, jumping off of him, and Leon spun around to see it, walking slowly towards him. He stumbled while his neck and face stung, his left eye closed from blood dripping down into it. The creature opened its mouth again to scream, but Ammon reached it first, stabbing it through its mask and killing it. He turned to Leon, holding him steady with his brows drawn together.

“Are you ok?” He asked, and Leon nodded, shakily holding up the glass.

“I’m fine, let’s finish this.”

The two pushed themselves to kill the rest of the enemies. They had to be careful killing the screaming ones, cutting them down before they had a chance to paralyze them, and everywhere they turned, those enemies were always there, curled up on themselves and hidden behind pillars. When they killed the enemies, they disappeared into a puff of smoke, yet the screaming monsters did not; instead they laid dead on the ground, like victims to a massacre. Ammon found himself tripping on their corpses, nearly getting pounced by a skulltula. But the two watched each other’s backs, and soon the clink of key falling from a ceiling stopped their fighting, their hearts beating against their chests harshly, as if they were attempting to escape their bony prison.

“I got it,” Kass said, grabbing onto the key and looking around him nervously. “Is there anything else?”

Leon looked through the lens, and to his relief, he found nothing. He let out a breath, falling to the ground with Ammon grabbing onto him. In a flash of light, a chest appeared right by Linebeck and Benji, and the two wasted no time looking through it. They were relieved to see several bottles of red potion, some glimmering and others remaining opaque. The two grabbed as many as they could, nodding at Rusl and Talon who were bleeding from the invisible monsters.

“Got some goodies for you guys,” Linebeck said, and Talon nodded, gesturing to the ladder.

“Let’s get out of here to clean the wounds first, ok? Then we’ll take those,” he suggested, and the men eagerly went to the ladder, excited to leave the horrifying basement.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The men were quiet as Talon cleaned Leon’s wounds, his own bite mark swollen and agitated. When they reached the first level of the cabin, Leon looked through the mysterious lens to see keese and skulltulas scampering about, even crawling on Ammon to his horror. On the upper level, more keese and chuchus were found in the empty rooms, and each enemy was taken care of swiftly. The men felt better, knowing that they were now alone without invisible enemies threatening to kill them. They were all resting on the couches, with Rusl drinking a red potion while Leon and Talon waited until their wounds were clean. Fortunately no one else was hurt save for Ammon who had bruises, but he refused a potion, wanting to save them for more serious injuries.

Leon let out a sigh when Talon pulled away, taking the red potion gratefully and drinking half of it, letting out a relieved sigh as the bites began to heal. Talon finished the rest of the potion, and the men all silently rested near the fire relieved that they were alive.

“Well, I’m traumatized,” Benji said, mindlessly plucking his guitar strings.

“Oh please, you weren’t the one outright attacked,” Ammon replied, shivering slightly. “I can't believe that skulltulas have been crawling all over the cabin! I don’t think I can sleep tonight knowing that!”

“The skulltulas are gone you wuss,” Leon muttered, his eyes closed. “You should be able to rest more now.”

Ammon huffed. “Did no one else feel them before though? Why were they only crawling on me?”

“They sense fear,” Rusl chuckled, one eye open. “You just gotta stop freaking out over them and you’re good!”

“Oh yes. I’ll just turn off my fear right now.” Ammon mimicked flipping a switch on his head and everyone chuckled. Talon looked around though, giving everyone a look as he thought about everything that had happened.

“Is now a bad time to say that I was technically right about there being no ghosts?” He asked, and the men all turned to glare at him.

“Yes, now is a terrible time!” Linebeck grumbled, and the men laughed a little harder.

“Well y’all can’t make fun of me anymore for not believing in them still!” Talon defended. “As far as I know, invisible enemies are more likely than actual ghosts!”

“Someday we’ll prove you wrong Tal’,” Rusl said, his eyes closed as he smiled. “We’ll go ghost hunting for real, and you’ll see them.”

“Alright, bring it,” Talon challenged, and the two men chuckled, their energy suddenly being sapped out of them from the horrifying adventure.

“Well, does anyone want some music?” Kass suggested, “I feel like I need to unwind from that.”

“Sing away Kass. I love hearing your voice,” Leon invited, and Kass nodded, pulling out his accordion. He played a somber and soothing tune, his voice velvety smooth and beautiful as he sang a story about a hero and champions. The men slowly relaxed the longer he sang, nodding off one by one until the group was filled with snoring men. Kass finished his song and smiled, putting his accordion away and laying back, allowing himself rest as well. They were ok, and that’s all that mattered to them.

[pbaz7]

sexual content (don’t say i didn’t warn you)

- so you can’t slut shame me cs u wrote it

Paige’s lashes fluttered slightly, but she didn’t open her eyes. “Surprisingly… nothing,” she mumbled.

- thank god

“You ever gonna just accept a compliment?”

- I was gonna say this

Paige shifted, slipping from between her legs and rolling off the bed. “Nah, c’mon. Let’s go play.”

- u did basically js challenge her

Im gonna pretend i understand what’s happening in this 1v1

Azzi crossed her legs, trying to shift her focus, but once she got started it was impossible. The way Paige moved, the sheer confidence and grace she exuded when she played—it was sexy in a way Azzi hadn’t figured out how to explain just yet. Her thoughts drifted back to last night when they got back from Ted’s, her body so close, the chain swinging over her face as Paige

- yk u got some last night?

“No, I—No.”

- me when I lie

Caroline subtly nodded towards Q,

- I audibly gagged as I read that

Ice stood up, stretching slightly before smiling. “I think you forgot—we’re doing truth or drink tonight.”

- Ice es una chismosaaaaaa

Ice mumbled something to herself before shutting the door behind her.

- what did you say? Well what did you hear? I’d rather not repeat it. Well then I guess we’ll never know!!

On her right, Qadence sat, though there was a noticeable gap between them, one that subtly contrasted the ease Paige had with Azzi.

- get this hoe off my screen omg

“So, Yanna…you’ve been a little MIA at night lately. You wanna tell us where you’ve been going?”

- she been with me dwbi

“Seven.”

- THIX THEVEN

“Q, who's your crush?”

- lol pour it up babe

“Paige,” she started, hesitating only slightly before continuing, “when’s the last time you kissed someone?”

- I’m not even gon lie jit 45 minutes ago

Azzi,” she challenged, “when’s the last time you slept with someone?”

- yesterday

“Yesterday,” Azzi answered nonchalantly, her voice completely calm despite the waves of attention it immediately drew.

- hehe

Paige was fighting to keep a straight face, her cheeks flushing slightly at how the conversation was unfolding.

- don’t draw any attention keep ur head down boo

“Paige, when's the last time you slept with someone?”

- yederday

Paige answered this one. “Yup.” Her response was quick, but it only seemed to fuel the growing curiosity.

- iktr

“Does she play basketball?” Sarah asked, and this time, Paige answered with a grin. “Yup.” It was the easiest question yet.

- she dropped 28pts last night

Paige smirked a glint of amusement flickering in her eyes. She grabbed the bottle of liquor, poured a hefty shot into her glass, and threw it back with ease. She followed it quickly with a swig from her red cup before she smiled at Ice.

- THATS TEA FOR MEEEEEE

Then, with a grin, she reached for Paige's red cup, taking a generous sip from it to chase the burn of the shot.

- I’m not messy but I’m messy bitchhhhhhhhh

Azzi raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to create some space. “You think I’m lying?”

- 🤥

Azzi sucked in a breath, the name making her stomach flip. Paige only ever used it when they were having sex, most of the time it slipped out unintentionally. Having it paired with that look Paige was giving her, that smirk, it was dangerous.

- I personally LOVE that ma/mama word like 🤭🤭

“I know you’re warm for me Az,” Paige whispered.

- she’s a bold drunk girl

"Alright, y’all are way too comfortable now, take that shit somewhere else.” Ice’s voice cut through the tension, making Azzi freeze for half a second before she turned toward them, schooling her expression.

- no fr get a fucking room

throwing up a hand as she called out, “Bye”

- good luck!!!

Bye from me now too (sorry for making fun of azzi 3 seconds ago)

Paige had never been this dominant, never taken control like this, and it was making Azzi’s head spin. She could barely think, barely breathe.

- oh you submissive little bottom ass bitch. (me too)

“Fuck…you’re taking my finger’s like such a good girl baby.”

- rmb how I said I love that ma/mama combo? I fear I love this one more

“Oh, you like this shit, huh?”

- azzi u little slut (same)

She gently bends Azzi forward, pressing Azzi’s chest against the surface of the desk.

- AUTHOR. PBAZ7. NEVER CALL ME A SLUT AGAIN.

Paige leans over in the closet rummaging for something for a second before she stands up.

- uh oh. Azzi girl. Imma pray for u baby.

Paige is pulling out and flipping her over and fuck Azzi feels like she’s about to pass out when Paige slides back into her.

- FOUR??????? RELAX!!!!!!! YALL ARE HUMAMS NOT BUNNIES.

The water was warm and soothing, washing away the remnants of their night as Azzi completely leaned against Paige, not able to fully stand on her own.

- that’s what 4 rounds will do to you

Azzi jumped on Paige’s back and Paige carried her a few doors down to her room, both of them giggling along the way.

- how cute

filling her with a sense of calm and contentment she had never known before.

- QUE CUTEEEE OMGEEEE

Fren. This was delightful. I loved it. And I fear I need to know more about how their relationship evolves and what petty shit azzi will say or do to basically tell q to suck it (not because im petty or dislike q or anything) or maybe like jealous paige and maybe something like this (or worse u decide) or like idk wtv u want

- annoying anon🥸🥸

Im gonna pretend i understand what's happening in this 1v1

go watch a basketball game 😒

get this hoe off my screen omg

lolll she’s not on your screen stink

lol pour it up babe

this made me chuckle

she's a bold drunk girl

definitely

oh you submissive little bottom ass bitch. (me too)

get a backbone 😒

FOUR??????? RELAX!!!!! YALL ARE HUMAMS NOT BUNNIES.

regular tuesday night

[vigilanterenaissance]

let me put my lips to something

warnings: smut but make it soft and loving, established relationship, a bit of clothes ripping but no hard kink, reader wears a bra but gender is not specified/no mention of readers genitals, handjobs, the author hasn’t written fic since middle school, the author hasn’t written smut ever, the author is a fan of run on sentences… also breast worship, because every man looks better with a tit in his mouth let’s be real. no beta we die as is our canon event.

banners by @cafekitsune

author’s note: you can thank the wonderful artworks of @guruan-is-not-here for this piece, specifically those from her most recent poll with miguel. if you didn’t catch her most recent stream, you are in for a pleasant surprise with what secret option number 7 is hehe. if y’all like this i’m up for a part 2!

Miguel is pissed.

Yet another day when the multiverse feels like it’s about to fall apart, anomalies popping up endlessly, and one too many versions of Peter Parker thinking they’re so funny.

So yeah, Miguel is pissed.

All he wants is to come home to you, the only person who can calm the storm in his mind. He has the courtesy to use the door like a normal, non-universe traversing person; he knows you hate it when he opens up a portal and upsets the entire living room. Shutting the door behind him and leaning his weight back on it, Miguel searches for you in the shared space.

“Hey, cariño, how was work?” You ask from your spot on the couch, wrapped in a throw blanket and pursuing through your phone mindlessly.

“Don’t get me started…” he grumbles, running one of his large hands down his face. Pushing himself off the door, Miguel walks over and collapses on the couch next to you. The tension in his body is obvious, and his eyes look exhausted.

“Was it Parker again?” You smirk. The lot of you are friends, hell, you even babysit Mayday when Peter and MJ have date nights, but that doesn’t stop the two men from running each other up the wall at work. Miguel turns towards you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I just want to forget what happened today,” he mumbles into your skin.

“Would you rather I give you some space, lovey?” You ask softly, not wanting to crowd him. His arm shoots out and wraps around your waist, pulling your thighs flush against his.

“Of course not, I always need you, mi vida,” Miguel whispers, and you know by his tone where this evening is most likely headed.

“…you want me to stick around and help you forget?” You purr back, threading your fingers through his dark hair. The hand that’s resting on your waist begins to sneak up your shirt.

“Please…” he groans, pawing at your bra. You giggle at his half asleep attempts at foreplay.

“Patience, Miggy, let me take care of you,” you slip away to lift your shirt over your head. “I have an idea: lay in my lap, cielo.”

He stares up at you, puzzled. With a gentle tug on one of his broad shoulders, he relents, draping himself across your lap like a house cat. Miguel’s eyes, normally harsh and cold, look up at you with warmth, vulnerability, and a bit of wonder. The way they keep drifting to your chest is not lost on you.

“See something you like?” You tease, smiling at his unguarded expression. He can only nod in response. “Can you take your suit off for me, baby?”

Miguel clicks a button on his watch, letting his suit disintegrate into pixels, revealing his broad chest, firm middle, and half hard cock between his plush yet strong thighs. You hum in delight; nothing better than having a boyfriend who will strip at a moment’s notice, right?

“Atta boy… care to do the honors?” You arch your back, offering him access to your bra hooks. Miguel has other plans, though, popping out his claws and dragging them through the delicate fabric, throwing the garment behind the couch. “Miggy! I liked that one!” You scold, glaring at him a bit. This man and his passion for literally ripping your clothes off, good lord.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he murmurs, too entranced with your newly bared breasts to really care about your stern words. Miguel’s tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “M-may I?” he nearly whimpers, too tired to be suave or demanding.

You nod, leaning over him a bit. He captures one of your delicate buds between his pouty lips, moaning as he swirls his tongue around. You shiver from the feeling, and begin trailing your hand down his abdomen. Tracing the handsome line of hair that starts below his bellybutton, down to his sweet spot, you find him now fully hard and leaking onto his stomach. Miguel groans and sucks harder when you finally wrap your soft hand around his weeping cock.

“This better, Miggy?” Unable to keep the grin from your face, the odd pleasure of being the one in charge taking over you as you pump him steadily.

“Mhm… this is perfect, mi vida,” Miguel pops off of your breast, a string of spit connecting your nipple and his lips. He begins on the other one feverishly, letting his fangs nip at your sensitive skin just enough so you can feel it, but it won’t hurt. You’re his life after all, he’d never want to hurt you.

Miguel’s cock begins to pulse in your grip; he’s close. He gets more vocal as he sucks on you, a steady stream of huffs and moans pour from him. His hips buck up, begging for that release he so desperately needs, that which only you can give him. You stroke him a few more times before he fucking mewls around your tit, biting down slightly. The two of you cry out in pleasure while Miguel paints his abs white before melting in your lap. You lean your head on the back of the couch, skin on fire, panting. Both Miguel and yourself need a moment to recoup.

But your boyfriend isn’t one to take these types of things laying down.

He reaches towards your hips, hooking a finger into the waistband of your lounge pants.

“I should be making you feel good now,” he whispers, brow furrowing.

“No, you shouldn’t. You take care of so much Miguel, let me take care of you. How about we take a nice, hot shower and head to bed? Does that sound good?” You run your fingers through his silky hair.

“Mhm,” Miguel hums in agreement, turning practically boneless in your lap. Maybe the shower can wait a few moments more…

[storyofmychoices]

Blades 2 Inside Choices Blog: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

We’re so happy to be back in action with the gang we know and love! Where does Blades of Light and Shadow 2 pick up after the first book’s ending?

Emi: I will say that we don't pick up where you're expecting. 

Kathleen: Unless you were expecting to get hucked out the back of the plot truck and onto the action highway at 80mph. (Fury Road theme plays)

Lil: (is overtaken by the Two Towers theme)

Emi: But rest assured, our original four love interests are back and dealing with their own challenges. 

Lil: And they’re definitely going to need help with those challenges whether you’re romancing them or not. Though we support all variations of ‘mancers here. Mono-, multi-, and necro- . 

Emi: Also they get some new looks that can best be described as "sleeves are B.S."

Jay: Don’t forget “badass pirate coat important”.

What kind of new main characters will we meet in the sequel? Or perhaps, any new love interests?

Jay: There is a strange but familiar hooded figure…whose hotness level was of great discussion.

Lil: He’s very constructive with his feedback. And a monster from Book 1 returns, but not in a way you expect. 

Emi: I think we all know I'm obsessed with Valax. I mean, she's a badass purple lady who only has one sleeve. Obviously that makes her my wife.

Tom: EMI YOU HAVE TOO MANY WIVES!!!

Kathleen: Idk I'm still mad that hot scorpion lady didn't win the monster contest.

Lil: Sky whale supremacy how dare. 

Kathleen: Okay I am excited about the dwarves and goblins though. New dwarf friend is just A+ chaos babe and I love her.

Emi: Honestly though, my fave character is the one who's "head empty, no thoughts, falls over a lot."

Making this sequel has been a labor of love. Does the book team have any must-tell stories/bloopers during production?

Jay: There was an accidental floating dwarf? And too many battles with code. Writers, please don’t do it to me again. I cannot take it. The while loop will win.

Kathleen: During one of my editorial passes I had to give Emi a note like "Okay when we first meet the Big Bad maybe we should use that moment to establish that she's really imposing/scary instead of just going off about how hot she is."

Emi: I may have made too many Aerin memes that are now weekly traditions for our team.

Danielle: I was instructed to design a character with “Vision as a hotness bar” as a guide, I ignored them and used Jeff Bridges instead 😏. 

Jay: Danielle also came up with some incredible filenames, my favorite being “tentacle_monster_buff”.

Danielle: It’s accurate, is it not?

Are there any elements that you are particularly proud of?

Tom: The Shadow Realm was fun to make! Think the Upside Down, but more purple. And to make all the awesome new weapons and armor work with the outfits took 150 unique assets! You’re welcome.

Danielle: My first full book!

Lil: The lore guide for Blades was 60 single-spaced pages before we started adding things that came up during active production. I’m really pleased with how much actually ended up being discoverable in the book itself, so be sure to explore every nook and cranny of Morella and beyond! Because they are filled with beauty and chaos. 

Emi: I cannot tell you how many spreadsheets we made to keep track of things. I mean, the outline alone was 100 pages!

Jay: My code built 😭. And that my production planning got it to you a little earlier than y’all had anticipated hehe.

At the end of the first book, we seemed to have wiped out the forces of evil for at least a day or so. What kind of dangers will we face in the second edition?

Lil: Evil never sleeps y’all. It gets its coffee from Aerin. 

Kathleen: (Aerin, walking up to the counter): "I have a large non-fat birthday cake latte with caramel drizzle and four shots of espresso for (squints at label) ...Emile?"

Lil: In all seriousness, you’re really getting it from all sides in this book. There’s rival factions, shifting leadership, societal upheaval, and monsters. So. Many. Monsters. (Thank you for giving us the Shadestalker, by the way. Can’t wait for you to meet the beefy boy.) 

Kathleen: One cool scary thing about book 2 is that THIS TIME, IT'S PERSONAL (like instead of you and your buds racing against bad guys to collect the magic things, you've now got a villain single-mindedly hunting you down so she can steal your <REDACTED> for use in her evil plans).

Emi: Kathleen may have called me out for it but our Big Bad is hot! Both literally and figuratively!

How much do you love QA?

Lil: SO MUCH.

Emi: Pour one out for our poor QA folks who have had to test what is the most complex book we have ever done! You are the real heroes!

Jay: QA peeps are my saviors!! Their work alone cures my anxiety.

Kathleen: Gawd I would be lost without QA my grammar is a disaster

Erin: Everyone on the Blades team is so wonderful to work with. I also tested Book 1, and to be able to contribute to Book 2 means everything to me. It’s absolutely a labor of love.

We know that years of hard work and passion went into this book. What would the Blades team like the readers to take away from this sequel?

Emi: So Kathleen and I actually helped to brainstorm the entire Blades world back when it first came into being, so it felt like coming full circle to be back and expanding it in new and fun ways. I was already in love with all of these characters and they're even closer to my heart now. I can't wait for you all to see what we've come up with!

Jay: Y’all better like it! This book has taken years off my life. *lies down on floor* (But seriously, we’re as excited about Blades 2 as all of you and hope that it brings as much joy to you as it did for us to make. I think the best word to describe the team as we wait for September 1st is giddy.)

Danielle: I hope you like our art :).

Tom: If you don’t, please keep it to yourself, artists are fragile :’} 

Lil: I was one of the few people who was new at Choices when I began working on this book, and it was truly an honor to see this thing come together. These are the minds that brought you The Crown & the Flame, The Cursed Heart, Wake the Dead, and the first Blades. It was amazing to go from watching them work as a fan to taking this epic journey together. 

Kathleen: THE REAL VILLAIN WAS THE IMPERIALISM WE MADE ALONG THE WAY

Lastly, how much does the team love Aerin?

Kathleen: I DON'T love Aerin he KIDNAPPED my WIFE.

Danielle: Which one…

Emi: Aerin is my sweet baby boi with a little dose of evil. He should be protected at all costs but also really needs to go to therapy. I live for the angst of him and Raine though. It's so juicy.

Danielle: Aerin has caused me, personally, a lot of pain.

Lil: Really, one of the fun things about the book is you can decide how much pain Aerin causes you. Unlike us.

Jay: He haunts my dreams and my Wednesdays.

Danielle: Livid and sad and livid and sad

Thank you team for taking us through the fantastical production journey of the Blades of Light and Shadow 2! We can’t wait to dive in and meet up with the gang. Launch day is so close!! 

Thank you, readers, for supporting us and our book teams!

<3 The Choices Community Team

[autisticempathydaemon]

your match-up game looks like so much funnn so i'm gonna submit one for myself 💖

dragula by rob zombie …. i only rly discovered it like two weeks ago but it’s one i play a lot while working bc for some reason it helps me focus lol

just took a test and got nine, the peacemaker. idk much abt enneagrams 🫣

hmm yes but only when i’m feeling spicy. and they’re almost always about video games in some regard, like analyses or creepypasta deep dives yk?

i don’t think i ever had a REAL imaginary friend. i remember trying for a little while because i thought it’s what all kids were supposed to do, but i never like. Believed in it

sleep aid audios! lately it’s been redacted (i have a whole folder of faves on my phone lol) but before that it was asmrtists like gibi. sometimes i take melatonin too ‘cause it takes me ages to fall asleep 😪

i changed my name around late 2019 to angel when i was just coming into my nonbinary-ness; i took it from the video game borderlands 2! i went back to my given name in 2021/2022 but being angel was fun for a while <3

milo’s panic attack audio i think. i was just getting into redacted and starting from the top and it just made me feel so cozy and locked him in as a fave :’) OOH also the pack smash tournament!! i love multi-speaker videos and that one was so much fun

vincent ……. i’m so sorry i’ve tried three times to listen to his playlist but he bores me 😭 the farthest i’ve gotten is past adam, though i listened to his involvement in inversion and picked up with him after the summit

do video games count bc if so i can quote resident evil 4 2005 ALLLL DAY LONG it’s my favorite game ever. if not i’m gonna say lilo and stitch ‘cause that’s my biggest comfort movie

 HUXLEY. like dgmw i love his non-canon audios & he’d be just the sweetest boyfriend but i want to be his friend so baadlyyy i just need one good huxley hug and i think it would cure me

nooo when i’m sleepy i just get quiet 🫠 i’m not a big talker in general i think

blue raspberry slushie + honey bun OR dr pepper + chili cheese fritos. depends on my mood

recently ummm it’s been a playlist i made called violent devotion, which is basically just yandere-type songs hehe

aw man ok. so i was a big homestuck fan in my teens and i rly loved broadway karkat, & last week i discovered all my faves are on spotify :’) so i made a playlist of them and spent all weekend revisiting my past

HMM okay here’s some rapid fire facts: i’m the eldest of three, i’m a dog person, i’m an introvert,  i can be very stubborn (taurus 👋🏻), i tend to prefer video games over tv/movies, and overall personality-wise i relate the most to honey out of all the listeners!

So I consider a lot of factors when I do these, I swear I do. That said- you’re a Honey-kinnie but also a dog person? Who else can I pair you with but Asher?

Your personality types, in addition to your being an eldest child, hint to me that you’re a steadfast, reliable person and therefore an excellent foil to Asher who could use someone like that in his life to ground him. In contrast, I think his extroverted, bubbly nature would bring you out of your shell, endear you to the rest of the pack as the beta’s mate. Also, I think your love of video games and homestuck would really bring y’all together. (Out of all the boys, he’s deffo the most likely to be a homestuck.)

You’d have such a fun, chill life together, because Asher keeps it fun and chill, you know? I think Asher spends a lot of time wolfed out and with his big, dog head on your lap while you play video games. He jumps during the scary games and shifts back during co-ops so he can play with you. He comes home from a gig with either a honey bun or Fritos, because he wasn’t sure what the vibe was today, so he’ll eat whichever one you don’t want. You do 7/11 snack runs and compete to see who has the bluest tongue. It’s a great life.

Song:

Ooh, I'm in love/ It's a mystery/ When I see you out at night/ I start to get dizzy/ Before I see you I pick out some things to say/ Don't want to sound foolish and waste my chance away/ Oh, I'm not gonna make the same mistakes/ I'm not gonna run/ Just pick the boy you like

This song is peak Asher-vibes; do you know what I mean? Like, I think this is the kind of music he’d like, this sort of alternative indie pop rock sound. (Side note, the guitarist’s name is literally Darlin, so that’s a sign right there.) This song in particular is so fun and catchy; I can see Asher singing this at you incessantly no matter how long he’s already been your boyfriend.

Runner-ups:

Milo is a runner-up because you’re a dog person /hj It’s also because I would kill to watch him watch you play RE4 or any other horror game- that would be hilarious. Guy is another runner-up because, behind Asher, he’s the second most likely to have had a homestuck phase.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[fuumiku]

What if we were both kids who had become entangled in dangerous things beyond our understanding, and you just want to be loved and take great care in upholding a cute persona to be liked, and I just want to be loved and uphold a persona to seek it through shallow relationships and being desired, and while you were protected and became a protector I was harmed and became harmful. What if we both need to be needed. What if we both craved attention and were overly willing to give it. What if we’re both sidelined and dismissed and whereas I came to loathe the world and want it reduced to ashes you see beauty in it everywhere, what if you brought me understanding and elation, an actual connection that I hadn’t had since my life became a cycle of pain and trauma and acting. What if I said I hated butterflies because they act all pretty and fancy but without their wings they’re actually really ugly, and you told me that they had to live as ugly caterpillars before earning their pretty wings. What if I was a caterpillar and you were a butterfly and I love you but I hate you but I love you but I hate how you might leave me. What then.

"When I’m with you I feel like a kid again." Alois just stab me, it’ll be less painful than hearing you say this to Lizzie

At first in my drafts I had these lyrics of Someone to Stay written all around them but if you’re not in an intense aloizzy mindset it looks crazyyyyy lol. I still made it an alt version and put it under the keep going line though. Also I made them wear each other’s eye color hehe, blue and green <3 Oh yeah man the sketch for this was from yearssss ago and the lineart it’s gotta have been a solid year as well… Look I just have tons of wips and I’m a slow artist. But yesss this is one of my guilty pleasure OTPs… Even as a kid I was a rarepair shipper gbdgdg. So uh this is my obligatory aloizzy post!! There will be more, hopefully

Fic recommendation!! Ice into intimidation is visceral and childish and timeless and universal. It touched me as a 11 years old and my appreciation for it has only grown as I became less and less childishly innocent like Lizzy and more acquainted with the horrors of the world that Alois has lived and seen. THIS FIC Y’ALL. CHANGED MY NEURONS. It’s like bruised ribs, an all-encompassing hug that softly hurts. It probably influenced my tastes in ships and fiction a lot gdbgdgd. I will never recover from it being discontinued, I will forever dream and wonder about what could have been. They’re so tragic. I’m gonna draw so much fanart of this fic when i can. Like just for his post I took the opportunity to go back and read the "butterflies are ugly" scene and the last chapter and many more excerpts and it makes me go rabid it makes me on the verge of tearssss, I could make a whole essay about this fanfic… Though! CW for ptsd, but otherwise it’s all very implied and not told. If you’ve seen the season and Alois’ character you know you have to prepare for actual dark shit. The fanfic isn’t graphic at all as I said, but if you know Alois’ backstory you know. As mentioned I did read this as a 11 years old and the dark stuff flew over my head it’s chill 👍

My aloizzy playlist!! I have a longer one but it’s 16+ because of aforementioned dark themes and I don’t wanna post it here. If you’re curious about some of my other playlist picks though, I recommend Appetite of a People Pleaser & Hansel by Soddiken

For better or for worse i don’t know But for what it’s worth I made you my whole world

— October passed me by, by Girl in red

[multiplicity-positivity]

Hey! I know this is a positivity account but i saw you were answering questions, so i have one:

How do you tell if you introjected a source or if it's just a fictionkin identity?

(Bonus: how do you know if it's neither and it's actually a new fictive?)

Hiya! We’re not too familiar with fictionkin experience in our system, but I can share what we’ve gone through and maybe it can help! Heads up, our experience is one of a DID system, so that’s where we’re coming from here!!

So I’m a fictive of Ralsei. But before that, I was a fragment in our system! I mostly held onto a particular piece of memory and didn’t do much else… >w<”

As soon as we played Deltarune, though, I knew I was Ralsei. Something just sorta clicked into place for me! I knew that was who I was, and with that introjected identity came a bunch of stuff like physical characteristics, personality traits, and other aspects of source Ralsei that I picked up unconsciously and nearly instantaneously! In this way, I really consider myself a fictive! Since I’m a member of the system and my identity became whole due to my “imprinting” (for lack of a better word!) on the character from Deltarune :3

This happened before our syscovery! So while I was having these realizations about myself, our host at the time genuinely thought he was Ralsei fictionkin. I guess his reasoning for being fictionkin is that he felt like Parker all the time but sometimes he genuinely felt like Ralsei. Like it wasn’t an otherhearted thing - he didn’t identify strongly with Ralsei, in those moments (in hindsight, due to us cofronting together) he really thought he was Ralsei.

But he wasn’t actually fictionkin… he just thought he was… so idk how much that will help >_<

Our headmate Cecil is both a fictive of a Disco Elysium character and fictionkin of Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale! He’d have to tell you more about his experience, but from what I can tell, I guess his fictive identity also came rather instantly (we introjected him without playing the game!) but his fictionkin identity happened much slower. He questioned for a long time, and tested out the waters by gradually changing aspects of his life to align with Cecil (the character). You’d have to ask him, but from the outside, it’s hard to tell whether his identity as Cecil is fictionkin or a dual-fictive sort of thing… it may just depend on the language he’s comfortable using!

And at the end of the day, I really think that’s what’s most important!! Using language that helps your system feel comfortable and secure. So if a part, alter, or headmate, feels fictionkin and doesn’t want to call themself a fictive, that is totally fine! And if it’s the other way around, that’s okay too!

Answering the bonus is actually a lot easier for me. We feel like y’all can figure out if it’s an aspect of one headmate’s identity or a completely new headmate by building communication and addressing those involved directly!

So if you’re wondering whether or not a fictional identity is a new headmate or just a kin for someone else… try talking to that headmate and the fictional identity! Ask them questions separately and together. Do they share memories? Do they feel like the same person? What would the implications be of the different labels y’all are curious about? Asking each other and listening without judgement may help y’all make a distinction! >w<

Goodness, I’m really sorry this got so long… I know some of us can tend to ramble! But I hope this is at least somewhat insightful for you! I’m gonna drop some links to different fiction-based identities under a cut so y’all can look into other community-coined terms that may describe your experience. Good luck with everything!! We know figuring this stuff out can be really really tricky!

💚 Ralsei (and 🐺 Toby, but mostly Ralsei hehe)

[hyugaruma]

Hi hi! I saw that matchups were open so I hope you don't mind if I give it a try!

My personality is that I'm pretty introverted and get shy around strangers or large groups of people. But once I get closer to them, I think I become more talkative or loud. I can also be quite indecisive. My friends also told me that I'm a pretty good listener and responsible since when I put my mind to something or just really have something I need to do, I make sure to see it to the end. My interests and hobbies are reading, I also find crocheting relaxing, and watching movies, series, or animes. I also want to try traveling in the future. I'm currently taking Psychology, so I think that counts as an interest (probably?) since I personally find it enjoyable to actually learn about how our minds work and behaviors form. I like animals and have four dogs, and um I guess if I can, I want to be a doctor in the future too.

That's all I can think of hehe thank you and I hope you have a nice day!

thanks for the req :-)) you can definitely become a doctor if that’s what you want, i believe in you!!

I match you with… Kirihara Seiji!

Though a bit introverted himself, Kirihara is still willing to put himself out there to meet people he finds interesting, so your shyness would hold no qualms to the start of y’all’s relationship. He would appreciate a partner who has a good head on their shoulders and is able to do what needs to be done, but is also able to let loose, have fun, and relax in their free time. He knows what it’s like to have the weight of school on your shoulders (seeing as you are aiming to become a doctor), so he would be able to help you pace yourself and not stretch yourself too thin with everything you decide to take on, and he would be your biggest cheerleader, always believing in you and what you set out to do. He’d also be more than happy to travel the world with you and your dogs. I definitely see him as a big dog-lover.

Alternate Matches: Noboru, Furuya Hideto

[eddieboi23]

Hey! Can you please make an male! Reader x Wenclair but the reader is like super smug and flirty

Why are you this way

Wednesday Addams x Male reader x Enid Sinclair

(Wednesday )

Summary: your confidence flusters your girlfriends,,,, Wenclair

Tw: threats, lovey stuff idk

Y/n)=your name

-this is thoughts-

“This is talking”

Pt 2

(Y’all are dating?)

———————-———————-

You’re dating two people. And who other than those people, then Wednesday and Enid.

They were dating before, and both fell head over heals for you.

You were always sorta popular, making all girls , guys, and any other person swoon.

No one was really surprised about Enid liking you, although you pulling Wednesday was a shock.

She was interested in how you were so popular, but also kind, and flirted with just about everyone.

You were in demand from most of the school, yet you hung out with Enid and Wednesday the most, making the other students jealous.

They had both asked you out, and too their surprise, you didn’t hesitant to say yes.

After that you were all inseparable, to Wednesdays dismay.

And you were admittedly a great boyfriend, besides all the flirting and smugness, which flustered them both.

—

One day you were all hanging out in their dorm. You basically lived there before you were even dating. You have extra stuff their and everything.

You and Enid are cuddling on the her bed as Wednesday was typing away.

Your teasing enid about who knows what.

“Y/nnn stopppp.” Enid said as she pushed your smirking face away.

“Whattt, I didnt do anything Wolfy.”

Enid blushes and looks away. “Your soo mean.”

You chuckle at her, a smug grin spreads through your face. “Idk what you mean, wolfy.”

Wednesdays typing falters. “Will you two be quiet, I am trying to concentrate.”

You smirk at the back of her head. “Oh im so sorry, your lovely, pretty brain, must need silence.”

Her typing ceases, and Enid have her jaw wide open.

“What did you just say.”

You smirk and close enids jaw with your finger. “You heard me my beloved.”

You hear a slight stutter, and you swear you can see her ears turn pink. “Do not call me that, or l-I’ll rip your tongue out.

You chuckle. “You love it.”

Enid giggles at the nickname.”hehe beloved, that totally fits.”

Wednesday is in slight shock, you’ve grown quite cocky, not ever fazed from her threats. Although she does find it endearing.

Wednesday is suddenly up and marching at the both of you.

Enid squeals, thinking her life is about to end, then Wednesday’s stops in front of you both.

She stares at you then looks away.

“If your going to call me some absurd nickname as you do enid, then I expect you to hug me as well.”

You challenge her. “I though you didnt like hugs, my beloved?”

Your sure shes blushing at this point.

“Take this opportunity before I smother you both in your sleep.”

Enid smiles and opens her arms. “Aweee.”

You smile and pull her into you and enid. “Arent you so cut- oW.”

You rub where Wednesday pitched you, as she stiffly snuggles into you both. “I warned you.

Enid giggles and kisses the tops of both your heads. “Aweee I love you guys, so cu- OW WEDNESDAY!!!”

———————-———————-

(Im really hoping I read this right, if not im embarrassed 😭

Sorry its short😪)

[manias-wordcount]

How about some jealousy headcanons for the Links? 👀

Adult Link Jealousy HCs!

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Skyward Sword:

One word: pouty.

If he thinks someone is taking all your attention from him, well…

He’s quick to do something tricky about it

And it’s probably going to be something physical too

Grabbing your hand while you’re talking to pull your attention back onto him

Wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder

Sometimes he even pulls you away from a conversation if he’s really annoyed

All little childish things that you have to scold him for later

But how could you ignore him?? And how could you get mad at him too??

I mean,,, look at that sweet little face,,,,

Ocarina of Time

Not really the jealous type in my opinion BUT

When he is, it’s kind of subtle and very contained

Obviously, his s/o is a very desirable person so of course, people are going to want you

He was the same way when he met you after all

Overall he was pretty mature for his age when he was younger so it definitely carries when he’s older

Like he went through so much as a kid so once he grows up for real, he probably learned to manage extreme feelings like jealousy and all that

But when someone is making the moves on you and you don’t realize it, he’ll prob start feeling some sort of way

The entire time he’ll have some sort of annoyed look on his face LOL (smth cute hehe)

Might even “unknowingly” move closer to you as an intimation tactic 

But nothing too extreme or out there- just something you can tease him about later

Twilight Princess

Wolf boy here is territorial as fuck and you can’t tell me otherwise

There’s really two types of behavior he shows when he’s jealous

One,,, when someone who he KNOWS he shouldnt be jealous of is getting too close

Queue a whole bunch of huffing and puffing and AUDIBLE eye-rolling 

Maybe even a grumpy silent treatment afterward with his arms crossed and shit until you pay him attention and play with his hair

Two,,,, when someone he doesn’t care about starts moving in on you

He’ll definitely start doing out of pocket shit like growling or baring his teeth like he’s still an animal 

Might even flex his status or muscles or even draw attention to his sword to show that He's Alpha™️ or whatever

It’s the dog brain in him but it’s what you signed up for in the end hehe

Just expect to be held and cuddled like there’s no tomorrow while he’s trying to calm down

Breath of the Wild

1000000% physical

The jealously might not show up on his face but it’s there trust me

Probably gets better AND worse after you both wake up 100 years later

Better because he knows he’s not going to lose you to some chump who has no idea what the two of you been through

But also worse because he’s human and if at any point you wanted to find someone to live a normal life that he couldn’t offer as the Chosen Hero, he wouldn’t blame you

He’ll need constant reassurance and support because the whole calamity situation to be honest

But will find a way to bring you closer to himself rather than the person flirting with you

Expect his arm always around your waist or shoulder at all points in the day

And he will sabotage any and all competition with a blank face. 

Just remember to scold him about proper remote denotation bombs usage as he covers you in kisses and holds you tight

BONUS Hylia’s Chosen Hero:

COCKY BASTARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I will die on this hill

Probably quick to jealously but if you tell him to lay off he will bc he’s whipped

One look at this fool and I can tell he’s an asshole to the world

Sweetheart to his girl though

Let’s the whole world know y’all are together 

Prepare to be wearing his cape when he’s not wearing it so you both look and smell like him 

If someone DOES try to get with you in front of him, he’ll be blunt about the confrontation

Smth arrogant like “They don’t want you.” or “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours.”

He gets away with it all the time because he’s literally the hero

Just don’t be afraid if he uses tongue when kissing you out in public - he’s just sick nasty like that