#Go into the fetal position while riding

[kelpiemomma]

I love him 🥺 he took care of me today

#Something came over me and I was so nervous I started crying??? #I don't even know. I was nervous and scared of getting hurt and it just. Was weird. Not like I haven't been on Mae bareback. #And he just stood there. Waiting. #So patient. #And then I got on his back and just sat there. Still kinda crying. And he still just stood there. #And I was wobbly bc it's been a while and I don't ride like I used to but he walked with no issue. #And when we trotted I was wobbly and grabbed his mane and he was a little 'wtf' and scooted forward a bit #But after it happened a few times he got used to it. Just kept going and didn't misstep. Even when my legs weren't certain or I was grippin #His mane and hunching over on myself to try and keep balance (don't do that lol I was fixing my seat and balance but generally- don't #Go into the fetal position while riding #it fucks up your balance #We had a couple moments where he was trying to figure out what I was asking him and he was giving the wrong answer so i had to stop #And restart what we were doing. But he was so good. So much less reactive than I was expecting. #I officially love him lol #Malik

[conkreetmonkey]

Splatoon 3 is wild because imagine if you were living in Japan due to a recent economic and cultural boom, and suddenly a space shuttle with a mutant house-sized T-rex riding it suddenly burst from the center of Mt. Fuji and disappeared into space without explanation, and all you ever find out about what the fuck that was about is that Zuckerburg mysteriously disappeared the same day and was never seen again, but still "officially" ran Meta through an open secret Queen-Elizabeth-being-in-good-health gaslighting campaign, and everybody kind of suspected he may have been connected but never figured out anything conclusive.

Also the T-rex is now orbiting the earth in the fetal position like the guy from Jojo, and there are rumors of a substance that, if touched, turns you into a half-dinosaur monster. Nobody understands any of this but Meta employees just keep going to work and pretending Zuck still exists. The same 12 prerecorded voicelines constantly squak from the PA system.

Oddly, the statue in front of Meta HQ of a T-rex eating a human changes overnight into one of a giant human eating a tiny T-rex. Nobody noticed the switch, despite the statue being in a constantly bustling area. It happened shortly after the shuttle incident.

Jack Black's tiny clone, Lil' Jack, now wears a headset at all times and has been acting really shady since the incident. Also they're both hyperintelligent, immortal velociraptors found in an ancient cryogenic chamber who spend their days judging college football and eating the legally harvested flesh of hillbillies. Lil' Jack is probably plotting to kill Big Jack, but Big Jack doesn't seem to care, growing fat and lazy, sleeping on public benches in a bed of throw pillows. Also, he's very open about the fact that, as a velociraptor, humans look delicious, but he hasn't actually eaten anybody aside from the aforementioned hillbillies because he's civil.

Everyone is just expected to move on with their lives after this. This is normal to you.

The local art school was recently attacked by giant sea serpents, which were actually hideously bioengineered hillbillies, fulfilling a biblical doomsday prophecy, and they were driven back by Meta's army of minimum wage, part time child soldiers armed with warcrimey jury-rigged weaponry. The sea serpents had giant frying pans grafted into their mouths, which launched primitive tactical nukes made by filling garbage bags with their explosive blood. They still exist, and occasionally defend their comrades, but spend most of their time in the deep sea.

The local homeless emo twink everyone's attracted to is a closet millionaire who sells bootleg clothing in exchange for live rats, which he messily devours behind closed doors. He's also 8 feet tall and British and only has one eye.

North Korean refugees now flood the western world, after a greasy 14 year old hipster, under the guidance of Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift, beat Kim Jong Un in a mech battle, and the EDM remix of the Japanese national anthem they performed caused like half the soldiers to immediately realize North Korea sucks ass and defect. One of these individuals, 7 foot tall hypergenius, becomes a newscaster alongside a nepo baby rapper with dwarfism who likes to eat entire jars of mayo, and also they're a popular band. Also also, they may or may not be gay. Almost the entire population is gay, so this isn't a huge deal.

The new local newscasters are a famous Japanese lion tamer, an Indian girl with a bloodline trait allowing her to control snakes, and a Brazillian man the size of a smart car who exclusively communicates via grunts.

Gods, souls and zombies are objectively real, and you're effectively immortal because real-life respawning was invented a while ago. It works like a Keurig, but with mucus instead of coffee. Submersion in water kills you.

A good deal of the population is a hivemind. They pretend to be individuals for no reason.

Almost all men are now femboys.

Despite all this, you still have to go to work at 9 tomorrow.

#splatoon 3 #splatoon #splatoon fandom #splatpost #splatposting #splatoon lore #mr. grizz #new agent 3 #neo agent 3 #return of the mammalians

[gyomeisfavoritetoy]

...Uhm...

How do I make this cut off

Demon Slayer NSFW Headcanons ..

Yeah. That.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Douma Hashibara~

When he jerks off, he is fully leaned over. This man has his head on his knees and is panting. His fingers tighten and loosen as he thinks of different people he's screwed. Men, women, people he never could tell if they were men or women...

His favorite position is cowgirl. He loves having his partner above him (if AFAB) and playing with their nipples while they control a pace. If AMAB, he will ride. He opens pinning them down, kissing their hands while he goes at an inhumane pace.

Gyomei Himejima~

He doesn't jerk off unless his S/O has explicitly told him to. He'd rather ignore his aching cock than risk anything.

Oh but with his S/O.... This man's sex drive is low, but when it hits, they aren't walking they next day. He's not rough, he just goes for so *long*. He enjoys spooning while having sex, but will give in and let his S/O ride *rarely*. He's scared they'd go to fast and hurt themselves.

Muzan Kibutsuji~

Has jerked off twice his whole life. Twice. And when he did, he barely was able to orgasm. He now prefers to simply fuck whoever his current wife is.

This man and doggy style. Occasionally will lean over them and pull their hair to make their head bend back. He'll tell them how pathetic they are for letting a man as distasteful as himself pound them. He doesn't care if they orgasm. He is after his own. He will usually orgasm twice before satisfaction hits. His partner usually gets one due to this, but it isn't one they were able to enjoy fully.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki~

Doesn't jerk off. He is too weak. His wife helps any time he's in the mood, which is a lot based on how many kids he has...

Due to his condition, usually sticks to cowgirl with Amane. But before it god too bad, they experimented with everything, trying to find the most fun before he was rendered bed ridden. His favorite back then was lotus. They sometimes try to do it again, but usually he ends up too ill to continue.

Shinjuro Rengoku~

His wife's dead. All he does is jerk off. He usually is lead against a wall, very slowly and lazily rubbing his tip. He doesn't have the will to do much more.

When Ruka was alive, they did eagle the most. They both loved it. He could go many rounds and never slow. Ruka usually used the safeword to end it. He'd stop then and coo and coddle her. (He was happy then...)

Hotaru Haganezuka~

Doesn't engage in sex much. He's too busy. He does occasionally jerk off and when he does, he in a fetal position, muffling his noises. He wants no one to know he whimpers, so he keeps quiet despite living alone.

He's never slept with anyone except one MAN. Yes. Man. Kozo Kanamori. It was a one night stand that ended in Kozo developing feeling and Hotaru being too stupid to realize.

BYE BYEEEEEE

#kny #kny smut #demon slayer gyomei #gyomei headcanons #gyomei himejima #gyomei smut #kny douma #douma #douma hashibara #muzan kibutsuji #kny muzan #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #hotaru haganezuka #demon slayer haganezuka #kagaya ubuyashiki #kny ubuyashiki #rengoku shinjuro #kny shinjuro

[farity]

Hurt

Pairing: Modern AU Aemond Targaryen and you

Summary:  Reader has a horrible migraine, bff Aemond is there for her

Warning:  Description of migraine, no smut, all fluff.

“Hey, you ready?”

You blinked at the tall figure standing on your doorway.

“What’s wrong?”

You were curled up on your bed, almost in a fetal position as if you could physically shield yourself from the lingering effects of the migraine you’d had earlier.  

“m’okay,” you mumbled, but Aemond, your roommate, your best friend, and the man you had been in love with since you’d met him at his sister’s birthday party years ago, knew you so well he made a beeline for you.

“Migraine?”

“mm-hmm.”

He gently brushed the hair from your forehead.  “I’ve been home all morning, why didn’t you tell me?”  He crouched down to look at you and the tenderness in his eyes filled you with hope.  

“It’s almost gone.  Go ahead, though, I know you want to see it.”

He shook his head impatiently, “I am not going to see some dumb movie while you’re miserable.”  He stood, surveying your bed and night table.  There was a glass of water, your migraine meds, a couple of ice packs you’d put on the back of your neck and forehead.  “I’ll get you fresh water and ice packs.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.  You had managed to shower after the worst of it, and your hair was still damp on your stack of pillows.  You’d learned long ago to ride out the migraines, but this had been a particularly bad one.

Aemond walked back in, “are you hungry?  I can make some pancakes.”

Your stomach grumbled loudly and you moaned.  “Pancakes sound amazing,” you sat up on the bed, still wobbly, and Aemond immediately rushed to you.  

“Don’t even think about standing,” he said sternly, before wrapping one arm around your back and slipping the other under your knees.  

“Aemond,” you protested, “I can walk.”  But it sure was nice to be held, to be so close to him, to feel his arms around you.

“I’m sure you can, just not right now,” he took you to the dining room where he placed you onto one of the chairs.  “Do I need to close the curtains?” he asked, not leaving your side just yet.

You looked around for a moment, considering.  “No, I think I’m okay on that score.”  He knew you became very sensitive to light during the worst of your migraines, but thankfully you were already on the other side of this morning’s episode.

He got you fresh water and ice packs, then kissed the top of your head.  You looked up, smiling at him, and his eyes went to your mouth for a split second before he went to the small kitchen.  You drank some of the water as he began mixing the batter for the pancakes, and placed an ice pack on the back of your neck.

You watched him as he worked, the thin t-shirt doing very little to blur the lean muscles in his back and shoulders, the well worn jeans he wore framing his amazing ass.  He’d been in a relationship last year, but it had ended a few months ago and he hadn’t shown interest in anyone else.  The last time you’d gone on a date you’d spent the entire time surreptitiously checking the time on your phone so you could go home because frankly, no one was better company than Aemond.

“Here we go,” he announced proudly, and you looked up at him, a puzzled expression on your face.  “What?”

“One?  One pancake?”

He rolled his eyes at you and went back to get his own plate.  “You know you can’t eat a lot right now.  If you are ok after fifteen minutes, I’ll give you another one.”

He brought the plate along with butter and syrup he’d warmed in a little bowl and you dug in, moaning dramatically at the first bite.  “At’sog’ud.”

Aemond looked at you, waiting for the translation.

You swallowed the bite of pancake, then repeated.  “That’s so good.”

He smiled and began eating.

He was right, you were pretty shaky after a migraine and even though you were taking your time eating, you were pretty full after just one pancake.  You began to rise to take your plate to the sink but he shook his head.  “Nope.”

“Aemond, I can walk.”

“Only if I help you,” he grabbed your arm and walked you to the couch.  “Need pillows, blankets?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he moved the ottoman over and lifted your feet onto it.  “I do love you, you know?  You take such good care of me.”

He stared at you for a few moments.  “I’d do anything for you.  You know that.”  He turned to grab the remote and began scrolling through to find something to watch with you.

When he sat down next to you, you laid your head on his arm.  “Is this good?” he asked, indicating a show.

“This is the best,” you replied, referring to your current situation.  “You’re the best, Aemond.”

“Hey,” he turned to you, moving his arm so he could wrap it around you.  “Why do you sound sad?  Are you feeling badly again?”

You shook your head gently.  “No, I just think at some point we will go our separate ways, you know?  It’s so perfect right now.”

He was watching you so intensely you wondered if you’d said the wrong thing.  “Look, this is probably the worst time ever, but,” he ran a hand through his hair, “fuck it - nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?”

“Ah, right?” you said, not really understanding.

He took a deep breath, and then, suddenly, leaned forward to press his lips against yours.  It took you a second, but then you took his face in your hands and began kissing him back.  He caressed your hair, his touch so gentle and careful you felt cherished.  

When you finally pulled apart, you smiled against his lips.  

“I was terrified you would not want this,” he whispered.  “To lose you as a friend would have devastated me.”

“Aemond,” you said, “you will never lose me.  You are my best friend.”

He smirked.  “I’d be okay if you started calling me your boyfriend.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd fanfiction

[stawpny]

hey!!

I feel like I’m in a CA/NY mood, so why not give you some hc’s???

yippee!

-

-“I hate everyone but you” trope

-York and Cal go traveling together. Whether it’s to a different country or to another state. They mostly go to Paris or New York City, but they’ve been to many others. I can just imagine them walking around, holding hands and Cal goes, “ohmygod! The Eiffel Tower!” “No way?! In Paris?! I nevah would’ve guessed!”

-they cuddle anywhere and almost all of the time. Whenever they get the chance, really. They’ll cuddle on the couch or maybe ontop of a building.

-cal has ONE photo of York smiling and it is the background of his phone. York takes every chance to try and delete it off of his phone but his plans have failed.

-New York always sleeps in fetal position to keep warmth and to protect himself. He used to do this when he was younger and now it’s just become a habit.

-Cal likes to collect little silly objects that he finds when out with York. Whether he has to buy it, steal it, or just pick it up, he will have it. (most of them are little bird sculptures)

-neither of them like the sound of fireworks, but they like the picture, so they usually just stay inside where it’s muffled (they both have PTSD) to watch the southern and high western idiots light fireworks whil Gov freaks out about literally everything going on. He would have to stop Florida from “riding a firework to the moon”. (it

-Physical touch but also words play a huge role. They have to know if the other loves them back the same, so words of love and appreciation are crucial because they both have trust issues.

-York can only fall asleep when he’s with cal. If not, he just feels too alone and cold. He feels too much like his old self.

-literally the most powerful couple ever.

-Cal will imitate Yorks accent to try and be more aggressive. York will wince at the horrible pronunciations of the words. “Okay, that’s enough. Please stop, B.” “Yous bettah- huh?”

-NY never stops moving, always fiddling with something. Cal’s flannel buttons, his ring (married??!!), his shirt, etc. Mans will be moving even if he is exhausted.

- tea and coffee duo

- “You think we’re in love in every universe?” “I bet ya we are.”

- York helps him answer financial questions, but when York gets too “full of himself” (he really doesn’t, he just gets carried away) cal always says, “Woah, settle down, dude. Your acting like you didn’t crash the economy back in the 1930’s.” “Okay Mr. Movie Star- Oh wait, what evah happened to that career? Still hasn’t taken off, huh?” “HEY!-“

-York frequently steals Cal’s shirts and sweaters because he likes baggy clothes. “I’m vegan and I’m American!” As an example of what one of the shirts says. 😭

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heyyy

so.. it’s been a while since I posted CA/NY, so yay

I created these really quickly if you couldn’t tell 😔

but I hope you liked!

ily guys <3

#wttt #wttt new york #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttsh new york #wttsh headcanons #wttt headcanons #wttt california #wttt shipping #wttt caliyork #augh

[scourgeofgotham]

Red-Tailed Hawk and the Bat

chapter six

Warnings: SMUT 18+

Graphic Sexual Content, Crying, Unresolved Trauma, Dom/Sub, Praise! Kink, Begging, DD/LG, Stockholm Syndrome, the reader has PTSD

A/N: so the hawk fell in love with the bat

“what a stupid bat…”

“what a sick masochistic hawk.”

anyways i redid the ending of this chapter bc i hated it <3

“You see Bruce, she's all mine. Tomorrow, you're gonna be dead.”

His head was spinning, getting insanely dizzy after watching what was happening to Batgirl.

My daughter...

My little Canary?

Jason and my little girl?

“I have to go save Batgirl.”

“Are you alright Master Bruce? I tried to stop you from watching it, I deeply regret not doing so.” Alfred called out.

My daughter...

I adopted her after her parents were brutally murdered, she was almost 9 years old. She’s mine. I remember the first time she ever called me Dad...

“Bruce? Are you okay?” Coming from Oracle’s line, snapping Bruce out of his thoughts.

“I'm–I’m fine.” He lied through his teeth. “I'm gonna find my daughter and make him pay for what he's done to her.”

“Bruce, I looked through camera footage and there's none, there's no way how to track her. I tried tracing the video to see if I can get something but I can’t… He’s ten steps ahead.” Oracle said with sorrow.

“He’s made sure you can’t find her, sir.”

“Plus it appears she doesn’t want to leave him.” Oracle reminds him. “She has Stockholm, Bruce.”

I know…

“Losing Master Jason affected her more than we originally thought Master Bruce.”

“I just gotta get through to her…” He stated.

I remember the first day I brought her home.

She was crying in her room, singing softly to ease her pain.

“it just takes some time

little girl,

you're in the middle of the ride

everything will be just fine

everything will be alright”

I stepped into her room and sat down next to her, hunched in the same fetal position.

“I lost my parents when I was your age.”

She stopped crying and looked at me,

“Can I hug you?”

“Of course,” I opened my arms out to hug her, wanting to make her feel like she was home. She nuzzled her head into my chest and cried while letting me hold her.

“It’s okay my little Canary.”

//

The Arkham Knight went over to the couch in his safe house and picked up bags and brought them over to the bed.

“I bought you some new lingerie, I figured I must treat you. I hope you're still the same size.” He sat down next to her, petting her head. “First go take a shower, and then you can give Daddy a show.”

“Daddy? this morning...”

“What happened this morning?”

“You were next to me, I saw your face. You have the prettiest blue eyes, and you have a scar...” she said quietly, losing track of her thought. “It's a scar... shaped like a J, just like Jason's...” she said tears dotting along her lash line.

“Princess, that was all a dream...” he lied.

“Oh...” she whispered. “When can I see your face?”

“Tomorrow night. After I kill Bruce.”

“Why do you have to kill him? Why can't we just run away and be together forever?” she whines.

“He has to pay for what he did.” The Knight growled. She flinched, “I'm sorry... Please don't be mad...” she whispered. He immediately softened, rubbing her face. “I'm sorry Peanut, I don't want to take it out on you.” Tears started running down her face, “It's–Okay.” Nuzzling her face in his chest.

“What can I do to make it better?” he asked, putting his hand on her head, petting her hair. “I promise– I won’t look– but, can we– shower together?” she sobbed.

He was torn inside, what if she did look? What if it was all ruined? But the thought of her skin being against his fully, to wash her hair, to take care of her, and to gain even more of her trust.

“You can’t open your eyes,” he stated. “As soon as I take off the mask, eyes closed.”

“I promise Daddy.” She lied, she wanted to see him, any little bit that she could.

He led her into the shower, turning it on. He made sure it was the perfect temperature for her, knowing she loves it boiling. He started taking off her robe. He led her into the shower, “I’m gonna start getting undressed, no looking.” He demanded.

He took off his helmet, accidentally looking into the mirror and almost punched the glass. He took off the Arkham Knight suit, starting with the top. He pulled down the zipper and removed the heavy layer of body armor. She watched behind the curtain, looking at all the scars that littered his body.

All the gashes, and current bruises, were barely an inch apart. Next, his tactical belt dropped to the floor, he picked up his belt, walked out, and came back. While he was gone he took off his boots.

When she saw his face...

She knew she wasn't imagining things,

he looked so beautiful. She couldn't see the scar, but she saw his striking, perfectly imperfect face and melted. His black fluffy hair, stuck up ever so slightly.

“Jay...” she whispered.

“You're not looking, right Belle?” he called out. “No!” she said immediately, lying straight through her teeth.

The last thing was his pants, he unbuttoned the top, then pulled down the zipper. His pants fell soon after leaving him in his boxers.

His thighs were covered in scars, some from burns, some from drills. But they looked amazing, I wanna ride them for hours...

His boxers fell not too long after, walking toward the shower.

She immediately got under the hot water and closed her eyes, making it seem like she was being good the entire time. She heard the shower liner pull back and heard him getting in. Once he was fully in she couldn't contain herself anymore. She hugged him and started nuzzling into his chest.

“You wouldn't be doing this if you saw my body,” he whispered.

“I don't care, I love you,” she replied.

She opened her eyes and little bit and looked at his chest, on his right side a huge scar. An R, the Robin symbol. She unwrapped one of her arms and place her hand on top of the symbol, tracing it with her fingers. She went over to the scar and kissed it. He stiffened, immediately regretting saying yes.

He rested his head on hers, already having to lean forward due to his back. He closed his eyes a little bit, trying to let himself take in the warm embrace. She nuzzled her head into his neck and left sweet little pecks. She left a kiss on the big scar on his neck, making sure he knew that she was kissing this scar for a reason.

“I mean it... I love you,” she whispered in his ear. Her other hand traced the scars on his back, making him shiver. She stopped tracing the Robin scar and went down to trace lines up his happy trail. He eventually wrapped his arms around her pulling her in close. “I love you too Belle,” he whispered. “I love you more Jay,” she whispered inaudible. Her hand that was giving his stomach attention moved down to his thighs, circling all of the burn scars and the twisted scars.

“Alright lemme wash you Peanut.” He said pulling away from her. She let go of him, facing her back to him. He moved her ever so slightly so he could bend down. He had shampoo in his hands, squirting some on his palm, bending down to put it down, and then rubbing them together.

“Alright bend your neck back for me sweetheart.” She leaned backward and shivered when she felt his hands running through her hair, slathering lavender-scented shampoo on her scalp. Once it was all mixed in he turned her around and had her stand under the showerhead, he helped her get out all of the soap off her hair.

He spun her around again and held her close to him, kissing her head. He leaned down and grabbed the conditioner, squirted it on his hands, and rubbed it in. He then grabbed the body wash and lathered it on her body. “Arms up.” he blurted out, causing her to jump. He chuckled, kissing her head.

She put her arms up, giggling when she felt a sudden hand rubbing soap on her arms. When he was done rubbing her arms, he turned her around and then he went to her thighs. She started giggling even more, sensitive to his touch. He kneeled to get her calves and her feet. While looking at her thighs he decided to kiss the sporadic puffy scars that almost blended into her skin.

“I never want to see a fresh cut on your beautiful smooth skin, you hear?”

She nodded her head, smiling at how sweet and gentle he was. He stood back up and washed out her conditioner. She reached out trying to find his face. Once she found it, she grabbed his jaw and pulled him toward her, and kissed him, “ I love you,” she mumbled against his lips. She pulled away, running her finger down his jaw. “If you let me see all of your scars, I'll take all that pain away and fill it with my love,” she blurted out.

He was frozen, I want to be hers.

He wanted to let her see him,

but what would happen?

Will his angel love him for who he is,

does she even love me anymore?

“Jason…” she whispered

His eyes widen, staring at her, who stopped closing her eyes.

“I love you Jason…” she declared.

“I don’t care about any of these scars, you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” He smiled as she quoted Jane Austen.

“I’m irrevocably in love with you.” she said as she had stars in her eyes.

#arkham knight x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #arkham knight #fluffy fluff

[rinbowaman]

Heethans reaction to readens miscarriage??? I know it's not the best topic and I'll completely understand if you don't want to write about it<3

"Baby's Breath..."

Warnings: Miscarriage, torment, trauma, depression, fluff, overcoming trauma, learning to move forward.

.............

Pacing back and forth in the room, you wait for him to come back from the store. It normally took him only ten minutes to make a trip, which was perfect considering you've been aching to confirm a gut feeling you've been having, all triggered by certain events that took place.

The last three weeks have been torture, painful in fact. You didn't tell him, since you knew he would have become worried and overwhelming with his sincere affection for you. You weren't sick....at least, not from the viral plagues known to man, instead, you were sick from everything else. Food, your favorites in fact, all made you sick. Scents from candles and plug ins, which had never bothered you, were now something that you couldn't stand and caused you raging headaches. Being in a car, riding along with him by your side, was becoming a triggering event that caused you to become nauseas. Suddenly it hit you one day, while you were in class, when out of nowhere you hurriedly excused yourself from class and rushed into the bathroom, and was ridden over the sink for who knows how long....despite you not eat at all for days following it, you managed to throw up whatever was left in your gut and that's when it began to hit you.

"Am......am I.....pregnant?"

You couldn't be. At least, there was no way. You were always careful to take your birth control pills, yet due to a shortage, you weren't able to actively take it for weeks, but you still couldn't be....not after taking those Plan B pills that you had obtained with the help of H/N. But what if......just what if.....?

So you obtained a pregnancy test, and have been waiting to use it.

............

"Pretty baby, you wanna come to the store?"

"Um...i'm good, i'll wait here for you. I'm going to take a quick shower."'

"Okay, stay here, i'll have the doors locked and my housemates are all downstairs. I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't leave the room."

"Okay."

.............

The moment he left, you made haste and used the test strip. Waiting after wiping the handle clean, your timer finally sets off and you hurried back into the bathroom to view the result.

......."two bars.....that.....the box says that that......oh my God...."

You slowly fall to your knees as your hands rest on the ledge of the counter. It was positive, you were indeed pregnant.

"What am I going to do?....I haven't finished college...I just started....what are my parents going to say?"

Worrying about everything around you, the one and only person you didn't have to be concerned for, was Heeseung. Though he hardly ever expressed his emotions in being a father, aside from looking at impregnating and creating children with you as a symbol of his love for you, a product of your union with him, which would escalate his happiness more than anything, he never really did outline any detailed traits on fatherhood. It was all just merely for the sake of reflecting that you indeed belonged to him.

Walking back over to the bed, you laid down and cradled into a slight fetal position, feeling confused and scared.

"What's going to happen? Is everything going to be okay?"

Hearing his car pull up, you felt the dreadful sense of hearing Heeseung walking in the house, saying hello to his frat mates downstairs before walking up and reaching for the knob. Entering the room, he quietly makes his way over as he sets the bag down on the floor next to the bed, and leans in to caress your face.

"Whats wrong pretty baby? Tired?" He asks sincerely as he notes you laying, yet you were widely awake.

"mm....no...not really.....well..i am actually i just...." You found yourself stuttering and stumbling on your words, not making any sense as he chuckles. "What's wrong baby? Do you want some juice? You need some sugar in your system or do you want to go to sleep early tonight?" his voice was deep yet so tender as he considered all options to bring you to comfort.

".....He-Heeseung......"

"What is it beautiful?"

Reaching up and over his lap, you pull out the drawer to his nightstand and retrieve the test. Handing it to him, you let him observe it for a second before elaborating the meaning behind the results.

"Two bars means........it means......."

"......You're pregnant...." he finishes, as he raises his head and views you with those deep and dark lustful eyes, peering from under he bill of his cap. He neither smiled nor frowned, just looked completely neutral and dazed in his gaze for you.

The moment he said his piece, you broke down and started to sob hard, and uncontrollably.

"Hey, heeeeeeey. Whats wrong? Come here pretty." holding you, he presses his lips atop your head. The oversized tee shirt you wore, which had belonged to him, shrinks up and fits you like a small mini dress as he tugs on your frame and pulls you in against his chest.

"I....I....what am I going to do? I'm not finished with school.....I'm......what about my parents? What am I going to do?"

"Shhhhh...." stroking and petting your head, he deeply whispers....

"First off, not 'I'.....its 'we'.....and I'm going to tell you what WE are going to do.....we're going to be happy." kissing your forehead as he leans your face against his shoulder, he keeps his face turned over towards you as he mumbles against the thatch of your hair covering your ear. "We're going to be just fine. Your parents are going to be happy for us, and I'm going to take care of you. We're going to live life and enjoy the fruits of our labor, even if it is in the form of a baby boy....or girl. Haven't I already made it obvious that I'm always here to make your life easier? Hmm?" moving the pieces of subtle strands away from your cheek, he lays a tender, soft kiss as he mumbles against your skin. "Everything is going to be fine no matter what...I'm excited.....but I would like for you to be as well.....so if you need to take a moment...maybe a day or two to settle, then that's fine. But I promise things are going to work out."

Suddenly hearing his words...his deep tone and the softness in his meaning, you started to feel better......in fact you began to feel excited, and happy. In the end, he was right, your parents were happy, things were fine as he helped plan out your enrollment periods so you could continue to do school online for when the time came you could no longer attend classes on campus. He did make things easier. As always, he made you feel warm, loved, and he did everything right.......if only you had done so right from the start.

................................

Weeks right before you were scheduled to find out the gender of your baby, you felt the happiest. It was so amazing, the feeling and knowing that there was something growing inside, something that was a part of you, and Heeseung. It was forming, growing, and taking after the both of you. Heeseung's seed, his child, his baby, developing and taking nutrients from your body, as you continued to replenish your vitamin intake and focused on making it as healthy as possible. The baby you had formed a close bond, a loving and nurturing relation with, had continued to grow. But when you began feeling sharp pains in your stomach, initially you felt that it was just the weight of your healthy baby growing strong, yet the constant aches grew more and more. Fortunately tomorrow you were to go to your follow up to not only find out the gender, but you could also address your issues with your doctor.

But fate had other plans.....that caused devastation and turmoil in your heart and soul.

..................

"..mmm...mm......AAAH!!!!"

Shooting up and immediately grabbing onto you, Heeseung wakes up to a blood curling scream as you lay next to him.

"Y/n, whats wrong?" Grabbing his phone, he shines the flashlight over you and scans the entire room. "Whats wrong?" leaning over, he whispers into your cheek, thats when he noticed the beads of sweat on your face, your hair damp and your breathing escalating. Lord only knew just how scared he was at that moment. Without even delaying and asking any more questions, he knew he had to get you to the hospital. Jumping out of bed, he throws on a tee shirt, not even bothering changing out of his sweat pants and places on his cap as he migrates back over to the bed to help you out. Flipping the blankets off, he froze for a moment as he takes in the view of what was hiding under the covers. Blood.....so much blood......blotches of thick clots that raged deep red, staining the sheets and bedding.

One particular spot, where at first glance, looked to be a collection of sticky and bloody residue, yet upon closer look as he grabbed his phone and flashed the light over, he saw the one and only thing you had been bonding with for the last 15 weeks.....

Sighing in defeat, brushing his hand over his mouth as he stroked the lining of his lips briefly, he acted fast, all so you wouldn't notice. Taking his shirt off, he gently, yet quickly, collects the product of his love for you and wraps it delicately. Taking a quick glance at you, he brushes the hair away from your face and sets the child aside. Despite it not fully formed, still having a long way to go, yet will sadly never see the day where it would see light and the face of its beautiful mother, it was still.....a child....his child...your child......your baby.

He puts on a new shirt, and collects you, handling you softly as he helps you into his car, and drives you to the Emergency Room. You dipped in and out of conciousness as you vaguely remember the car ride, checking into the hospital, and the nurses dressing you into the patient gown. As soon as you were settled in and laid sleeping, hooked up to numerous IV's as the hospital staff pumps fluids and vitamins to your body, Heeseung remained by your side.

A nurse comes in to conduct the initial examination, prior to the doctors arrival.

"Okay, i'm just going to check on some vitals real quick......can you tell me what the symptoms were again?"

Looking at the woman's face, dead straight on, he doesn't say a word, at least, not with his voice, or his lips.....he spoke with his eyes as he firmly, and sternly locks on a gaze with the nurse, as he quietly and calmly, hands her the fruit of his love for you, all still delicately wrapped up in his t-shirt. Bloodied and stained, his hands appear rusty as the blood starts to dry out and become brown in color. Receiving his stare, the nurse grew intimidated and fearful as she watched the man raise a brow, displaying an eerie and harsh stare as he gestures for her to take the small bundle.

Taking it, the nurse gently holds it close as she takes her pen and notepad, and steps out, not even bothering to force the issue of gaining information. The man's eyes told her all she needed to know, in order to relay to the doctor.

...................

Waking up to the over cast of bright, florescent lighting that beamed into your face, you whimper as you shot up, immediately placing your hands over your stomach. Noting that the small, round bump that had molded in the last few months, was suddenly no longer there, you shook as you began to sob. God, never have you cried so hard....never have you felt that you lost something until now. All those moments when you thought back to the times when you lost your favorite pen, your key chains, your necklace, your shoes, or your favorite photos from your childhood........all those times when you were upset over the loss of things that you held dear...those material things.....you now realized that what you had felt those times....were not loss....this....this right now......this was loss. This was losing. This was losing grip, watching something so dear to you....disappear.....never having the chance to grant it it's first breath, the very thing you had dreamed of whenever you were rubbing your tummy as you read your books and did your homework assignments.

The sound of the door behind the privacy curtains could be heard gently opening and closing. Walking through, you saw Heeseung as he stood tall and sets his gaze on you, his face, was calm, neutral, and staring at you with heavy lids.

"........I.....I lost it.......didn't I?.......I lost.....I lost my baby.....!" at the last bit of your sentence, you feigned a smile as you began to sob uncontrollably, your cheeks drenched with tears.

He remained calm and composed as he walked over to your side, sat next to you and leaned in over you, pressing his lips against your forehead, where they remained, despite you shaking from the hard cries as you dispel your whimpering and depressing sighs of defeat.

"You didn't lose anything......you didn't lose your baby." he softly speaks against your skin. Looking up at him, you furrowed your brows in despair as your tears continued to stream down. "You didn't lose our baby.......please understand...."

Looking off to the side for just a moment, he sighs out as he turns his glance back at you, and softly smirks with a look of sympathy to accompany it. His words that followed suit, was something you didn't know you needed to hear....ever.....but just as usual, despite his overbearing flaws, all due to his love for you, Heeseung came through when you needed him to.....

"Baby.....you did great.....you did wonderful. You were a good mommy.....you were a wonderful mommy......and you would have continued to be the best mommy in the world. Its just....our baby wasn't ready to come into this world......he wasn't ready to be born. Not because of anything you did......because of you, our baby boy thrived and was happy....he was peaceful......he got to know his mommy and saw how much she loved him. He was content with that.....it just wasn't his time......but that doesnt mean he wont be back.....his body might have given up on him, but his soul is still searching for the right time....when he can come and see us."

Stroking your cheek, he caresses your skin as he softly widens his eyes and looks at you with such love and adoration you desperately needed. It took a while.....it took much longer than you would have liked to overcome the series of depression when you recalled the feeling of the pain you felt in your gut that night.

It took a while.....but in the end, Heeseung......the love of your life, was right yet again.......so right. Your baby boy did come back, years later.

He came back with a stronger, much healthier body, and the first moment you kissed his face upon hearing his strong, loud cries in the delivery room, you knew it was your baby....your precious baby. Watching as your son flashes a gummy gape as he cries out under the bright lighting, you rub the tip of your nose and smell his breath. This...this was the moment you waited for.....for so long......the moment where your baby returned to you.....

"Sweet son of mine....I've waited to see you for so long......its so good to see you again......so healthy...so strong......I've missed you so much....I'm sorry we had to say goodbye so early the last time....but now that you're here, i promise we'll make up for all the time that was delayed. I promise to play and laugh with you, and to be the cause of your happiness and strength. I promise that you're going to be alright this time, now that you're here....my sweet, sweet boy......."

Standing off to the side, with his arms crossed and admiring the view, Heeseung smirks. He was thrilled, but contained himself to allow you to have your cherishing moment, knowing that it was long overdue.

"Name our boy, and be happy y/n. You always did so well.....and you continue to do well.....so rest easy and be loved by me and our son. Nothing was lost......just misplaced.....yet found again."

Authors note: Did anyone else cry? I got a bit glossy eyed on this one, ngl, it was so heartbreaking but also heartwarming. I feel like Heethan (despite being an asshole sometimes) really helps teach us valuable lessons and how to cope.

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[beechersnope]

Summer of Cum Days 10/11/12: cock warming, cinnamon bun, coming dry

christian/max, warnings for christian being a generally awful person, abortion mention, consensual somnophilia, 1046 words

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Christian’s cock has been inside her for close to an hour when he finally remembers that Max is supposed to be on her period.

She’s fast asleep; she needs it, has to get up early to make a flight and then it’s work, work, work as soon as she lands. Christian doesn’t want to wake her, and he’s more than comfortable himself, so he closes his eyes and does the math in his head rather than rolling over to grab his phone from the nightstand to confirm.

It isn’t a fetish thing. Max’s period cramps are so bad that she can barely race without a steady supply of just the right sort of painkillers, hot water therapy, intensive massage—and copious amounts of orgasms, of course.

Keeping a log of Max’s menstrual cycle in his calendar is just the sort of thing that any good team principal would do for their star driver.

Christian counts backwards to the last time he’d had Max squirming in pain in his bed, tucked up in the fetal position with his fingers inside her and a dark-colored towel under her hips. This should’ve been the last day of her period, he realizes, which means she isn’t just late, she’s late.

Christian feels himself getting hard again inside her and stifles a groan in the tangled mess of her hair. He’d already come three times: once with her riding him, then again with her on her back, then finally like this, spooning as she fell asleep. He hadn’t expected to fuck her again, not at his age, but the thought that she might actually be pregnant has him feeling as though he’s nineteen again.

She’s not going to keep it, of course. Christian will tell her in the morning, and he’ll make all the necessary arrangements to keep things discreet so she can race in the rest of the season and win him a championship. But that doesn’t make the current reality any less potent.

Max isn’t a light sleeper, but Christian knows that he can’t fuck her the way he really wants to without waking her, so he stays inside her for the moment and breathes out quiet little groans against her back as he gently grinds his cock inside her.

It feels good, even without the friction he so desperately craves. She’s always tight, unable to fully relax even in her sleep, and he can feel her pussy fluttering around him every time he moves so much as a millimeter. He thinks he could come like this, but it isn’t what he really wants.

Christian waits until the last possible second before pulling out with a too-loud gasp that echoes in the silence. He rolls onto his back and waits, listening to the steady rhythm of Max’s sleep-breathing, peaceful and uninterrupted. Carefully, he extricates himself from the sheets and gets out of bed, palming his cock against his belly as he circles around to the other side where Max is curled up.

It takes a few minutes to coax Max into the position he wants without waking her. He turns on the bedside lamp to its lowest setting, wanting more illumination than the light of the full moon outside coming in through the bedroom window. He pulls the sheets down past her feet, leaving them scrunched up at the foot of the bed. He carefully nudges her onto her back, arms above her head, legs splayed so he can see the damp center of her where she’s still open from his cock. There’s dried come at the edges of her pussy, and it makes Christian stifle a moan against the back of his hand.

Christian isn’t the only one fucking her, but he knows it’s been a while, maybe even long enough that it’s his baby in her belly. The thought has his balls drawing up tight against his body, his cock in his hand giving an almost painful throb. He almost wishes he could fuck off the rest of her season, just keep her here in Oxfordshire while she gets big and round with his kid. He’d fuck her endlessly, right up until the moment she's ready to pop.

Maybe someday he will, Christian thinks as he frantically fucks his own fist, staring down at the soft swell of her belly, even though there’s nothing there for him to see—not yet. Maybe once she’s done with Formula 1 for good, he’ll knock her up again, have her birth a whole litter of kids, even. Put them into karts once they’re old enough, the same way Jos did with her. That’s what they do with retired racehorses, isn’t it? Use them as breeding stock?

Christian carefully climbs up onto the bed and kneels over her as he strips his cock even faster. He’s close again, he can feel it, but after staving off release once, it eludes him the second time, making him even more desperate, the grip on his cock so tight it hurts.

Christian has visions of painting Max’s belly white with his come, but when his orgasm finally washes over him, nothing but a few drops of watery jism splash down onto Max’s skin. Christian lets out a disappointed whine, and immediately drops down to fuck his cock back into Max’s pussy before he can go soft.

Max gives a little jolt under him as Christian’s weight suddenly falls on top of her.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Christian says, carefully lifting himself back up again so he can look down into her face without pulling out of her.

“S’okay,” Max said sleepily. “What time is it?”

“You still have a few hours,” Christian reassures her.

He hesitates for a moment, thinking he should tell her now. It would be the right thing to do, the responsible thing to do. She could make her arrangements in Belgium with her mother at her side and come back to him once it’s over.

“Christian?” Max says, sounding a little more awake now. She must have seen the conflict playing out on his face. She was always just a little too good at reading people. “Is everything okay?”

Christian forces a smile. “Of course, darling. Go back to sleep.”

They still have plenty of time.

#summerofcum2023 #hornstappen #f1 smut #my fic #sorry for going sicko mode twice in a row #or not sorry if you are also a sicko #f1 rpf

[kingdaddydaichi]

nsfw alphabet ☆ a k. bokuto birthday special

Koutarou Bokuto is an adorable, hulking baby boi with the sweetest soul. His heart is made of sugar and sunshine, and he gives the best hugs. He is love on legs, he is precious and must be protected at all costs. He walks into the room and you smile in spite of yourself. Best birthday wishes for the best birthday boy. 🦉♡

tagging: @briokayama @crystal-lilac @yuujispinkhair

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

omg Bo is such a sweetheart? 🥺 He’s so amazing about aftercare, but he’s also such a softie you’ll have to look after him just as much as he takes care of you. Even if he was the Dom/top. ESPECIALLY if he was the Dom/top! He feels so bad about hurting you, esp if he leaves marks. Poor bb boy will be curled up in a fetal position repeating over and over again how sorry he is. Pls hold him and assure him that you’re okay?

B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His - his butt lol. I meannnn he do be walking around with a lotta cake. 💁🏼‍♀️ He’s also quite proud of his pretty golden eyes and his glorious abs. 😮‍💨

Yours - I think Bo likes your legs the most? He’s always telling you how sexy they are. He can scarcely sit within arm’s reach of you without putting a hand on one of your legs. ALWAYS kisses the insides of your thighs before growling “itadakimasu” and eating your pussy so good. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loooooves to give you creampies! Loves to cum in your mouth, but more than anything he loves knowing you’re stuffed with his cream filling. Other than that, his loads are kinda average? Cums a normal amount, but his jizz is a little more clear than white?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bo kinda feels like a creep for doing this so he hopes you never find out, but…he loves to sniff your panties while he jacks off. Picture him lying on the bed with a recently worn pair of your cute little undies covering half his face, jerking his huge cock with one hand while tugging on his balls with the other. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like Bo gets laid A LOT in college. It’s kinda sad tho bc he’s honestly not trying to? Girls look at him and think he’s hoe-ish and so a lot of them fuck him thinking that’s all he wants. I think he gets his heart broken quite a few times bc of this. Stupid bitches. 😒 But then he met you and you saw him for who he really is - a sweet man with a huge heart and a tremendous amount of love to give who just wants the same in return and he TREASURES you for it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. Bo gets soooo turned on watching you use his body for pleasure. Loves watching your titties bounce and the faces you make when you ride him. When your legs get tired, he pulls you down to his chest and pistons into you from below with so much force your eyes roll back when you cum on him. Also he likes to fuck you while standing just bc he can. He’s so strong and big, honey, idc how heavy you think you are, your man’s got you okay?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It’s Bokuto, okay? He can be serious and tries to be for the most part. But you knew going into this what a himbo he is and he does occasionally say or do something that makes you laugh. He’s so big (everywhere) that he accidentally kicked a lamp off your nightstand trying to change positions. Speaking of positions, his adventurous ass always wants to try the weirdest ones even though he gets stuck in them half the time. One time when he was really drunk, you’d just gone down on him and when you kissed him afterwards, he said, “Gross! Your mouth tastes like my penis!” Then there was the time y’all were going at it doggystyle and when he finished you were laying down with your head near the edge of the bed. Well, Bo’s brilliant ass thought he’d look cool climbing over your head to go to the bathroom but his foot slipped and he ended up doing a sideways backflip off the bed. It sounded like a whole horse falling down a flight of stairs. But the best part was that on his way down he yelled, “HeLp My NuTs!!!” (I can’t with this man.)

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Check it, okay one time he got drunk and tried to make the carpet match the drapes 🤦🏼‍♀️ and got chemical burn on his dick. He came running out of the bathroom, dick flapping, screaming about his cock and balls being on fire bc he got hair bleach on ‘em. Akaashi happened to be there and laughed so hard he cried. Bo got mad and was all “stop laughing, asshole, and take me to the emergency room!” I mean, it healed and he’s fine now but he’ll never try to frost his pube tips again. He keeps ‘em trimmed up nice and neat; likes how it feels and how it makes him look bigger than he already is. 👀

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is the sweetest ever! Bo gets so swept up in the moment, he’ll hold your hands and kiss your knuckles one by one while he tells you how much he loves and cherishes you; how you’re the most amazing woman he’s ever met, how beautiful you are, how lucky he is to be your man and he just wants to make you happy so you’ll never ever leave him. All while rolling his powerful hips against you. But he doesn’t come off as cheesy at all. You can even see the tears in his eyes sometimes. Mans is so in love with you he doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He will sometimes, but he’s usually either too busy, too tired, or already fucking you into the mattress. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Two words: Praise kink! Bo’s a switch - he likes being a little submissive for you sometimes. Demand that he get on all fours and lick your pussy and he’ll lose his damn mind. Praise him for being such a well-behaved boy and so damn good at pleasing you and he’ll be in a puddle at your feet. Blindfold him too. Wondering what you’re gonna do next will have chills running up and down his spine. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Basically anywhere? Bo’s just happy to be fucking you at all. Ultimately though I think he prefers the bedroom bc it’s the most comfortable and you can both be as loud as you want. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Kiss him on his naked back and he’ll turn around and pin you against the nearest surface. Trace your finger down his chest and he’ll pull you into his lap. And if you give his bare tummy a few soft kisses? Gods help you, he’s rock hard in seconds. Kisses in general turn him on. Like, if you give him a handjob during a makeout session, there’s a 1710% chance he’s cumming around your hand while knitting his brow and moaning into your mouth. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation is a no-go for Bo. Anything that causes pain. If you’re into pain, Bo might not be the guy for you. About the most you can expect from him would be a hard slap on the ass, but he’s really careful about it. He knows his strength and you DO NOT want the full power of his ace hand. Have you SEEN him spike?? 😫 He’ll pull your hair a little. He might nibble or lightly scrape his teeth against your skin, but nothing that would hurt.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes getting blowjobs as much as the next guy but eating pussy is something of a specialty of his. He cannot get enough of hearing your moans and whimpers and sighs of his name as he wears you down like a feed bag, esp since your pussy tastes so goddamn sweet. Bo is quite talented with his tongue. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Whatever you want. If you don’t voice a preference much depends on his mood. If he’s in good spirits or has a lot of energy he’s more apt to fuck you hard and fast. If he’s tired or in Emo Mode™️ he’s more likely to go slow and sensual bc he needs to be close to you. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Bo’s all for quickies! He’d prefer to take his time with you and all, but if he can sneak you into the locker room before/after a match when no one else is in there, or early in the morning as you’re trying to head out the door, or in your apartment between classes, he won’t hesitate to try and fuck you if you’re both in the mood. And why wouldn’t you be? Have you seen this beast? 🥵😮‍💨

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimental, yes. As mentioned before, Bo is sexually adventurous. He’s always down for trying new positions, toys, places. He’s down for public sex as long as it’s not just blatantly out in the open in broad daylight or a crowded place.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Bo can go for two rounds, max, then he’s down for the count. He lasts a while; if you go for more than one round you’re looking at 1-1.5 hrs, including a brief refractory period. He usually doesn’t last more than 20-30 mins the first round, but if he gets hard again he can go for almost another hour after that. Trust, honey, your man will not leave you wanting either way. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t see him having toys of his own, but if you do he loves to use them on you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bo’s not v good at teasing bc he gets so worked up trying to delay your gratification and caves too easily. He just needs to stuff you full of his aching cock already. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol. It’s Bo. He’s not great at volume control. Everything about how he fucks is loud - the bed is loud, the sound of his damp skin slapping against yours is loud, you’re loud bc jfc he piledrives that fat cock of his into you so good, and ofc HE is loud. Loves talking dirty during sex, telling you how sexy you sound screaming his name like that; praising you for taking his cock so damn well. And when he cums? Hope you didn’t leave a window open sis bc the whole damn neighborhood’s gonna know he’s about to bust a fat nut! People going for walks just sighing like “the Bokutos are at it again 🙄”. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bo would be down for a threesome IF you wanted to. If not, he can absolutely do without it; he’s just putting it out there. Another female, another male, doesn’t matter to him. He’s down for whatever; it’s all up to you. I don’t see him being polyamorous tho. Fucking is one thing, but no way in hell would he be able to share your heart with someone else. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

No less than 8”, fight me. Probably 9”+. Above average in girth, but not a coke can cock like Daichi’s, js. I also feel like Bo got his dick pierced (frenum would be hot) on a dare or he lost a bet. His cock is fair-skinned, pale with a bright pink tip and a couple of thick veins. Ugh, my mouth is watering, hold a bitch back. 😩😤

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Honey. Baby girl. Sweetheart. It’s Tuesday and if you’ve only fucked your man 4 times this week, he’s hurting rn and you need to go find him wherever he is and jump his bones. He’s probably worrying that he said or did something wrong or that you’re losing interest in him. I mean, look at you! 😍 Of course he wants to get on that and get his dick wet as often as you’ll let him. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bo cums and it’s lights out ngl sis. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Unless he’s up for another round, chances are he’s falling asleep during pillowtalk. Hate to say it, but he has even fallen asleep DURING sex after a particularly tiring/busy day. And if he was on top? Oh gods. You’re just fighting for air and slapping him on the shoulder, talkin bout “BO! WAKE UP! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FUCKING FELL ASLEEP!” And he’s just there like surprised with his eyes nearly crossing in exhaustion looking up at you with a pouty frown. “Msosorrybabe mjussosleepy” while rolling off of you. But you smile and kiss him, stroking his limp hair, still damp from his shower earlier. And you whisper, “I love you, Bo.” “N’Iloveyoutoo, baby, so damn mu-“ and just like that he’s out cold, curled up like the big baby owl he is in your arms as you strain to reach all the way around his massive shoulders. “Happy birthday, baby,” you hum, lips that taste like him curling into a smile as he snores softly beside you. 

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[artzychic27]

Class of Heroes Turning Red Quotes for no reason

Soo Yeon: *pointing to his arm* Blondie, hit me.

*Adrien instead knocks Soo Yeon to the ground with a punch. He smiles gleefully, waiting for him to turn into a red panda*

—

Soo Yeon: He looks like a hobo!

Adrien: A HOT hobo!

—

Soo Yeon: We've been so good. If they don't trust us anyway, then what's the point?

Aggie: Wow, who are you? I love it.

Adrien: Fight the power!

Soo Yeon: Yeah. Yeah. This isn't just our first concert. This is our first step into adulthood. And we have to do it together.

Aggie: I'm in, man. We'll say it's a sleepover at my house.

Adrien: The perfect crime.

Soo-Yeon: Yes. My dad will never know. Now we just have to raise the money for tickets.

—

Soo Yeon: I like loud music! I like gyrating! I'M 15, DEAL WITH IT!

—

Adrien: *Squeals* SO CUTE! *Buries his face in Soo Yeon’s fur* YOU’RE SO FLUFFEH!

Anthony: *Messing with Soo Yeon’s tail* Sick. I’ve always wanted a tail.

—

Soo Yeon: Ready to change the world?

Aggie: So ready!

Anthony: I was born to do this.

Adrien: LET'S BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND!

—

Soo Yeon: It's fine… You'll move to another city, change your identity… *Cries sorrowfully to a framed photo of him and Eun-Jeong* DADDY! I'm so sorry! *to his reflection; angrily* You are his pride and joy, so ACT LIKE IT!

—

Mi Cha: Dear, maybe we should trust him.

Eun-Jeong: It's them I don't trust! Look at those glittery delinquents with their… *shudders in disgust* Gyrations. Why on earth do you want to go so badly?

Soo-Yeon: *imagines him and his friends at the concert while chugging soda, and Cosette proposing to him; back to reality* Like I said, I just want to broaden my musical horizons.

—

Eun-Jeong: There's no way he could keep his panda in. And $200?! For what?! Who do they think they are, Celine Dion? *the phone rings and Mi Cha gets up to answer it* Hmph. Unbelievable. I saw that look. Where does he get that from? Treating his own father like that.

Mi Cha: Hold on. Dear, it's your father.

Eun-Jeong: *alarmed* I'm not here! *lays down sideways on the sofa in a fetal position*

—

Soo Yeon: Jazz went to art school. Tae Young fosters injured doves. Cosette speaks Spanish. And Aaron and Erin are, like, really talented too. We are 4*Townies, remember? Ride or die!

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #turning red #theater kids #akuma class #mlb ocs #class of heroes #mlb au #Disney au

[yellowjacketsgayfanfic]

Caught in the middle with Tai and Van *NSFW*

SUBMISSION: 3way w/ reader adn van/tai?

It took you be surprise when Tai called you for the first time in over ten years. She talked your ear off all night about all the things she had wished she could've told you about in the decade you hadn't spoken. She asked if you'd spoken to Van lately. Surprisingly, the answer to that was yes. Van and you kept in touch often enough. Her favorite way to communicate was sending you cat memes over email.

Hearing Tai's voice felt good. You missed her a lot, and jumped at the chance to offer her a ride to Van's place which she graciously took.

During the car ride, you could tell she was running entirely on adrenaline. You convinced her to take a nap while you took the brunt of the driving.

You wondered what it would be like to be in the same room as Van and Tai again. How long had it been, you wondered. Since Shauna's wedding? It must have been. It had been even longer since you'd been intimate with each other, since college certainly.

As teenagers, you didn't have the vocabulary to describe your relationship. All the three of you knew was that you were gay, on the same soccer team, and were utterly obsessed with each other.

After several hours of driving, you pulled over and put the car in park.

"Is this it?" Tai questioned, looking at the retro film shop that was in eyeshot.

You nodded. "This is the place."

"It's very, Van." Taissa chuckled, tears stinging her eyes.

You wondered if it was from emotion or exhaustion.

"Yeah, it is." You smiled at her. "You okay?"

"I'm scared." She whispered.

Taissa and Van had a very tumultuous relationship after the wilderness. That place brought out the worst in both of their personalities. You were the peacemaker, a source of comfort and kindness. With you in the room, Tai and Van could relax.

"Don't be." You squeezed her thigh. "It'll be fine. Just follow my lead."

The two of you sauntered off toward the shop. You walked right in with all of the confidence you could muster, and there she was. You spoke frequently, but it had been awhile since you'd seen her in person. She hadn't changed very much at all - still as beautiful as ever.

"Y/N?" A smile painted her lips.

That smile made your heart pound. It always had that affect on you. "Van..."

Tai walked in behind you, almost using you as a shield. Van's smile dropped, replaced by shock. "Taissa?"

"Hey, Van." Tai whispered, gripping your hand with all her might.

***

"Holy shit." Van breathed.

Tai had told her everything that was going on. There were tears, some shouting which you were able to deescalate, but mostly a lot of old feelings. You were all sitting in Van's studio above her store. You on her bed, up against the wall which was painted a pretty shade of blue, Van pacing back and forth, and Tai curled up in the fetal position on the couch.

"I don't know what else to say." Van scoffed. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Have you considered that we are the only people on this entire planet who might understand anything Tai is going through right now?" You chastised Van, looking at her with warning in your eyes. "Things got really fucked up between the three of us, but we're all we have."

"She got married." Van said breathlessly, pointing at Tai. She was resentful, clearly. "Had a fucking kid with another woman. You and me are all that we have. It's not my problem that she fucked up another family."

"That is not fair." You defended Taissa. "You're not exactly the person to be talking right now considering you moved states away and will only talk to me through 2012 era memes."

Van stopped in her tracks, clenching her fists. She couldn't argue with you, because it was true. In many ways, Van and Tai had ran so far from each other in anger that they both left you stranded.

"I can't do this without you." Taissa admitted. "I need you right now. Both of you. Please don't fucking make me beg, Van."

"Come here." You patted the bed for Tai to come sit with you, and she obliged. She immediately curled up into your side.

Van stared at the two of you. There was great hesitance on her part to join you on the bed. What would happen to her heart if she did? She couldn't fight it much longer though. She climbed onto the bed and prostrated herself on her knees in front of the both of you. "I have...missed you." Van whispered to the both of you. "I've missed us."

You opened your arms to her, and Van fell into them. You brushed hair away from her face, and tenderly kissed her scars. "Don't fight so hard for once in your life."

"Are we going to do this?" Van asked.

Taissa looked at you, and you at her. You didn't have to say anything. The overwhelming majority answer was yes, of fucking course you were.

You got up and immediately undressed yourself, pulling off your white t-shirt, wiggling out of your black pants. Taissa moved to remove your bra, and Van tugged down at your panties. Like animals, they pawed at you, bringing you back onto the bed and underneath them. They removed their clothes above you, heavy breathing and hearts racing. Taissa gathered your head in her hands and kissed you deeply, like she hadn't in so many years.

Her touch was hungry and fueled with desire. Your lust accumulated in your pussy, you groaned into her mouth. Van then took her place, her lips sweet like coconut and strawberries. Her tongue slipped between your lips, reacquainting itself with your mouth. Tai situated herself behind Van, her hips and pelvis against Van's rear. You reached your hands up for Van's breasts, squeezing them tightly in your palm. She gasped, breathing onto your face.

"It's so hot that you're so desperate for Y/N." Taissa said roughly. "Are you going to let her fuck you?"

Van was grinding against Tai as you attached your mouth to her neck. "Will you fuck me, Y/N?"

"You don't have to ask me that question." You growled, lifting yourself into a sitting position.

With a slap to her ass, Taissa let go of Van and crawled back over to you, running her fingers along your soaking wet pussy. She lifted her hand to her mouth, sucking you off of her. "You always taste so good." She groaned.

You opened your legs wide and Van got into position, lowing her cunt onto yours.

"Oh, you dirty thing." You laughed, bucking your hips so that you could grind hard against the beautiful red head above you.

Van moaned loudly. "Oh, Y/N."

Tai sat up and lunged for Van's mouth. Van hung on tightly to Taissa as you continued to fuck her. Taissa grabbed Van's ass, slapping hard. "You don't know how bad I missed you, Van. How much I've wanted to feel you again."

You used your hands now to separate Taissa's thighs, hooking a single digit deep inside her. She made a very girly sound at the sudden sensation. You curled your fingers, making a 'come here' motion against her G-spot.

"Oh, Y/N." Tai moaned into Van's shoulder. "More. More, please."

You entered a second finger inside her, speeding up with her now.

"Y/N always fucks us so good." Van said seductively, leaning down to kiss you again.

You removed your pussy from hers, and took your hand out of Taissa's. "I want someone in my mouth. Right now."

Tai jumped at the chance, pinning you down with her thighs. She filled your mouth up with herself. Van crawled down to you, her tongue teasing your slit. Her fingers gripped your hips so tight you knew they'd leave bruises. You rode her face as Tai rode yours. You couldn't stand it anymore, feeling as though you might explode with desire.

Van moved her hand down to her own crotch, trying to get herself off while she fucked you good.

"God, I'm gonna come." Taissa squeaked. "A little harder, Y/N."

You obliged, your tongue exploring her hole, entering inside. She used your upper teeth to tease her clit, causing her to yell out with desire. Almost in unison, the three of you came at the same time. Taissa removed herself from your mouth, opting to sit next to you up against the wall. She breathed heavy.

Van crawled up to your chest, and rested her head of red hair between your breasts. "Mmm." You smiled to yourself.

"Why did we ever stop doing this?" Van asked softly, gripping Tai's thigh tight.

"If it's so bad, why does it feel so right." Tai looked at you with want in her eyes.

"The real question is," You giggled. "how did we do that for hours on end when we were kids?"

The other two laughed. "Stamina. Soccer girl stamina." Van stated.

"Maybe I should get back into sports. I'd have more energy to keep up with the both of you." You mumbled.

"That's hot." Taissa pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I'd like to see you in a uniform again."

"Me too." Van agreed. "Gonna dress up for us?"

"Maybe." You chuckled.

#yellowjackets #smut #taissa turner #van palmer #vanessa palmer #x reader #tai x van x reader #drabble #fanfic #oneshot #wlw #submission #open for submissions #poly

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

ttwt episode 1 - part 2

“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: seventeen teens sat down and buckled up for an all-expenses paid trip around the globe! It’s kind of like a cruise… with the chance to win a cash prize of one million dollars! After busting some mandatory groovy tunes, we flew our crew down to Teotihuacan in Mexico, where they traversed the mysterious tunnels located beneath the world-famous Pyramid of the Sun. And that’s where we are now- who will sing? Who will sink? Find out now, on Total Takes World Tour!”

“OMGGGG, is the mat blue for boy love?!” Mal screeches as Team Yaoi walks over to their designated starting point for the next leg of the challenge. 

“I think the blue is symbolic of the color you’ll be after I’m done beating you to death over the team name,” Ass snaps, crossing their arms. “Team Yaoi… ugh.”

Their eyes drift over to Team Friendship, hovering over a lovely lavender rug, and Team Mojo with an orange. 

“Do you think Joner’s okay over there?” Sha-Mod asks, holding a hand over his face to shield Lightning’s eyes from the non-existant sun. 

Joner is sitting on the ground while Julia, Ass, and Mal argue, rocking back and forth in the fetal position. Patrick grumbles to himself. “He’ll live,”

He sighs, his shoulders sagging. “Man, I just miss McLovin,” 

Michela goes on, offering an encouraging pat on Sha-Mod’s shoulder. “Max and I got separated, too.”

“You’ve got me, if anything,” Albert says. Michela shrugs, but smiles anyway. 

From the lavender rug, Max watches the interaction and grumbles to himself. Kelly and Staci are busy playing with a fortune teller they made out of one of the napkins from the galley, and Scruffy is trying to convince Phillip that no one hates him. 

“Dude, you look like you’re going to pop a blood vessel,” Bonnie notes, looking up from their flaking nail polish with a raised eyebrow. 

“There’s something off about him,” Max says. “I can’t figure out what it is yet, but I will.”

They roll their eyes from behind him. “You’re jealous. It's normal,” 

“I am not,”

“Calm down. We’ve all been there,”

Max turns around with a contemplative expression. “Have you?”

Bonnie looks away and stutters, but luckily Chris interrupts just in time. “I hope you’re all enjoying the cold, cause it’s about to get HOT!” he chuckles at his own reference, ignoring the confused looks from the cast. “Mexico is known for having alotta active volcanoes, dudes- and you’re about to get up close and personal with your next stop- Popocatepetl!”

The teens glance between each other nervously. “And you’ll be taking these shiny obsidian artifacts with you. Last team to make it up the mountain is up for elimination! So you dudes better get a move on- it’s a day’s walk from here, haha. See ya!”

And with that, the host walks off. 

“We’ve gotta find some other method of transportation,” Courtney says confidently, scratching their chin. “Does anyone have any money?”

“We all left ours on the plane,” Ass rolls their eyes. “How are we going to get a ride without cash?”

Joner sits at the edge of the group, looking out in the distance while the team argues behind him. A tour bus pulls up across the ancient city and he blinks. “Hey, guys?”

The four ignore him and continue bickering. “Guyyyys?”

“A little busy, Joner!” Courtney shouts back. 

“Guys!”

“WHAT!” Julia and Ass shout in unison. 

Joner points over the city to the bus. 

---

Team Friendship stands along the side of a highway, holding up thumbs and waiting. 

“We’ve been here for hours,” Bonnie sighs. “No one’s going to pick us up.”

“Can’t you flag someone down? I mean… not to assume anything, but you speak Spanish, right?” Scruffy asks. Bonnie looks away. 

---

BONNIE: “I can say “hello” and “where is the bathroom” but fluency? Forget it,”

---

“Guys, look what we found!” Staci’s voice rings out. 

The team turns to see Kelly and Staci returning to the group, leading a donkey behind them. 

“Um,” Max says. “Who’d you steal that from?”

“We just found him wandering around on his own,” Kelly says, patting the animal’s hide. “No one likes being alone. Can we keep him?”

Scruffy and Bonnie look between each other. 

---

“Well. This is certainly taking the cake for the most embarrassing moment of my life,” Max says, sitting atop Bonnie’s shoulders as the entire team balances on the mule. 

“Better than walking,” Scruffy huffs, Kelly in their lap and Staci awkwardly angled behind them. 

“Is it?”

“At least you’re not in the back,” Phillip sighs, waving his hand in front of his nose. 

---

Team Mojo walks through a thick forest, everyone both shivering from the cold and sweating from the humidity. Austin keeps stopping every few moments to take selfies with the local flora. 

Michela and Albert hang at the back of the group, Patrick just steps ahead of them. He sighs dramatically, then announces “I’m getting tired. Someone carry me,” before falling back. Michela and Albert step out of the way and he falls on the forest floor with a thump. 

“Well, this is miserable,” Michela sighs. “I mean, no offense to you guys, but we’re kind of a lousy team.”

“No offense taken,” Sha-Mod says, placing a hand over his heart. “I just know things would be different if the Takes Three boys were together again!”

“The what?” Albert asks. 

Michela sighs and grumbles. “It’s their band,”

“The best band!” 

“Oh, neat. What kind of music do you do?” Albert goes on. 

“Please don’t entertain him,” she says, but it’s too late. 

“We mostly do rap-swing-darkwave, but we’ve been experimenting with reggae-classical with an eastern influence,” Sha-Mod says. “Our Christmas album is coming out in December. You should pre-order before it’s sold out!”

“Sounds bad,” Frollo comments from up ahead, not even bothering to turn around. "An affront to Christmas."

“It’s pretty good!”

“I don’t believe that,”

The ground suddenly starts shaking, and a deep rumbling sound comes from within the earth. The team ducks and covers while the forest foliage sways above them. “Told you!” Frollo shouts. 

A faint dinging noise catches everyone’s attention. Chris’ voice seems to come out of nowhere- “Looks like the Aztec fire god is not happy,” he chuckles. His tone is taunting, and very aggravating. “Why don’t you sing him a little song to soothe him? And also prevent that volcano from exploding?”

“You guys can’t do that, right?” Sha-Mod asks nervously. 

“No promises, dude,” and then he disappears. 

“This blows,” Michela sighs, then takes a deep breath. “No need to blow up, it’s winter time at last!”

Sha-Mod, Albert, and Patrick join in. “You shouldn’t burn us up,”

“Or turn us into ash!” Austin says. “Yeah, baby!”

Across the forest, Team Friendship nervously looks between each other as the earth trembles. “It’s volcanic winter time,” Bonnie says, eyes wide. 

“So don't blow your top!” Max yelps as the tremors make the trees around them sway. 

“Just ignore us mortals!” Phillip adds on. 

Scruffy opens their mouth to sing but the Donkey rears and squishes them between Staci and Kelly, who shout out. “Don’t let the good times stop!”

---

“It’s winter time,” Courtney sings as the entirety of Team Yaoi is crammed in a tight tourist bus. 

“Winter time, winter time!” Mal and Julia sing along. 

Joner picks up in a perfectly toned voice. “It’s volcanic winter season!” 

“It’s winter time,” Ass grumbles.

Courtney and Julia pick up the chorus. “Winter time, winter time…”

---

“Lord, save us now,” Frollo sing-speaks loudly. 

“It’s winter time, winter time, winter time…” Michela and Albert harmonize as the team creeps through the forest. 

Austin shouts the next verse. “Volcanic winter season!”

---

“It’s winter time, winter time, winter time…” Kelly, Staci, and Bonnie harmonize. 

“Volcanic winter season!” Max finishes off the song. 

Scruffy opens their mouth again, but they’re interrupted by the sound of trembling and the sight of a large plume of smoke close by. 

“We’re here!” Bonnie shouts. Scruffy sighs and sulks. 

Chris is sitting at the base of the volcano, lounging on a lawn chair and catching non-existent rays with a foil reflector. He sips from a drink and grins. “First team at the base! Better hurry, though- that volcano is about to blow!”

The tourist bus turns up next, and an exasperated Team Yaoi runs out. Chris opens his mouth to make some witty remark, but Julia interrupts with a shout. “What’s next!?” 

“Geez, chill out,” he chuckles, lying back on his chair. “Your next part of the challenge is drawn from ancient Aztec tradition- a sacrifice to the fire god, Xiuhtecuhtli! Unfortunately, our lame attorneys say we can’t do a human or animal sacrifice, so we’ll be using your obsidian artifacts.”

The teams look between each other. Scruffy holds up the necklace they’d snatched, while Mal plays with her blade before putting it in her back pocket. 

The earth rumbles again and Chris grins, flipping down a pair of shades. “Better hurry! It’s a steep hike!”

The two teams set off just as Team Mojo comes running up, everyone exhausted and out of breath. Sha-Mod collapses as soon as they reach Chris, and the other members aren’t looking much better. 

“Wow, roughed it all the way on foot, huh?” Chris grins, taking another sip from his drink. 

Michela nods, wiping the sweat from her forehead. 

“Well, better gear up to do some more. You’re in for quite the hike,” he chuckles. The team groans. 

---

“I was going to give this to Jules, but if it’s for the game, I guess…” Scruffy thinks, holding out the necklace. “Well, I can get her something else, right?”

“Would you please. Shut. Up,” Max grumbles. 

Bonnie raises a hand. “I second that,” 

Scruffy looks away with a frown. After a few moments, former sighs. “What do you see in her, anyway? She’s a total pain,”

“Well… at first, I was just trailing her because she was the smartest player in the game. Besides yours truly,” Scruffy says, placing a hand over their heart. “But… behind all that rage and wit, she’s a good person. She does mean things out of necessity, but she feels bad about them, and when she’s not competing, she’s a real sweetheart. She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Sometimes I think I’m the only person who sees that.”

“Hm,” Bonnie thinks aloud. “Well… I guess that’s kind of sweet. I still don’t see it, though.”

Scruffy shrugs and walks past Max, who has his fingers in his ears to block out the conversation. 

---

Team Yaoi huffs and wheezes as they climb the mountainside, all exhausted from the smoke and the hike. Joner is practically dragging himself along at this point, crawling on his hands and knees. 

“Don’t…” Courtney wheezes. “Give up… so… close…”

Finally, the group collapses at the mouth of the volcano, where Chris is waiting. “Long walk, huh?”

“How’d you get up here?” Ass points an accusatory finger at him from their resting place on the ground. 

“Airlift. Get with the times, dude,” he rubs his hands together. “Alright, sacrifice time! Let’s see that artifact!”

Mal sighs and digs around in her pockets for a moment before her face goes blank. Courtney, Ass, and Julia look at her. “Mal…?” Julia starts. 

“I-I’m sure I have it. I put it in my pocket at the base, I didn’t touch it!” 

A few hundred feet down, a glint in the sun catches Bonnie’s eye. They turn to Max, who’s whistling and flipping a blade between his fingers. 

Back at the top, Ass groans. “You dropped it! You idiot!”

“Someone has to go back and find it,” Courtney wheezes. “We can’t lose.”

“I’ll-I’ll go,” Joner stands before promptly collapsing again. “Or not.”

“I think Mal should go. She lost it,” Julia glares. 

“I did not!”

“You did too!”

The group erupts into argument again and Joner covers his ears. 

---

“How much longer?” Albert asks, coughing weakly. 

“Long,” Michela responds. 

“I’m tired. Someone carry me!” Patrick says again, falling backwards just for Michela and Albert to move apart and let him tumble down the side of the mountain on his back. 

Frollo is up ahead, reading silently and apparently not breaking a sweat. 

“How does he do that?” Sha-Mod whispers. 

Austin shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’m starting to think I might be following the wrong religion, baby,”

---

Team Friendship treks on, panting and wheezing to themselves. Scruffy looks behind their shoulder for a second and catches a glimpse of Bonnie and Max. 

“Where’d you get that?” they ask, eyes pointed towards the blade in Max’s hands. 

“Found it,”

“Really?”

He shrugs. “Found it in Mal’s pocket?”

“Woahhh, nice one. Way to show the girly team!” Phillip says, holding up a hand for a high-five. Max just stares at him and he lowers it sadly. 

The volcano rumbles again, making the team grab onto each other for support as a parade of rocks rains down on them. “Run!” Scruffy shouts, and the teens get to moving, dodging giant boulders as they move down the hill. 

---

Chris looks exhausted as he watches Team Yaoi bicker on and on, pointing fingers and shouting at each other. Joner walks over and sits next to him, deep eye bags under his eyes. 

“I can’t believe you live with this,” the host whispers loudly. Joner just sighs. 

Seconds later, Team Friendship runs up the side of the hill, panting and gasping. “Yes! Yes, we made it!” Scruffy whoops. Kelly and Staci cheer while Max covers his ears again. 

“Let’s hope you guys have your sacrifice,” Chris says. Scruffy holds out the necklace proudly, but hesitates when they see Julia. 

“One thing first,” they say, jogging over to Max. They pick him up off the ground, hold him by the ankles and shake him until the blade falls from one of his pockets. 

“Well, that’s one way to do it,” Bonnie says as Scruffy drops a very disoriented Max and runs to Team Yaoi with the blade. He presses it into Julia’s palms. “I think you guys lost this,”

For a second, her harsh glare melts and she smiles sincerely. “Thank you. But what about-”

“I can handle economy,” Scruffy shrugs. “You’re better than winning. Plus, Team Mojo is nowhere to be seen, and I’d rather let them take the fall.”

“Hey!” Max shouts from afar. "My girlfr-"

"Shut it!" Julia yells, and then nods gratefully and returns to Team Yaoi. Ass mumbles “About time,” and the five of them toss their artifact into the volcano. 

“Team Yaoi has won the challenge! Finally!” Chris shouts. "First class for all of you!"

Scruffy beams and begins walking to the mouth of the volcano, just for the host to put an arm in their way, blocking the team. “Not so fast, compadre. You still have a musical number to perform,”

“What?” Scruffy blinks. “I-I mean, sure, but- now?”

“Now or elimination, bud!” 

“But you let Cody from the original World Tour off the hook all the time!”

“What can I say? I’m a changed man. Let’s hear it!”

Scruffy stutters and stammers, caught off guard. Their team behind them goads them on, but it’s too late- within seconds, Team Mojo appears and Michela, obsidian figurine in hand, single-handedly throws a perfect long pass into the volcano. 

“And with that, Team Mojo has avoided elimination!” Chris grins. “You know, on second thought, Scruffy- fair is fair. I’ll let you off the hook this time. See you at the elimination ceremony!”

They laugh nervously and turn to their unimpressed teammates. 

---

Within the hulking metal frame of the plan, Chris stands before a flower paper background, atop a podium. Team Friendship is lined on a set of wooden bleachers against the wall, none looking too happy. 

“Team Friendship, due to a marginal error, you came in last. So, it’s vote time! Up in the loser-class bathroom you’ll find six passports. Stamp the passport of the team member you’d like to send home, and meet me back here for your results,”

---

Phillip holds up a passport to the camera and stamps out Scruffy. 

---

Max sighs and thinks aloud. “Scruffy is a capable player, but I can’t let them throw the win for some girl. I’d understand if it were Michela, but Julia?” He stamps out Scruffy. 

---

Bonnie thinks for a moment, and then sighs and palms their forehead. They stamp out Phillip. 

---

“I TRIED to sing. I keep telling everyone that- I’ve been waiting to sing for years!” Scruffy says. “I take lessons!” they sigh and stamp out Max.

---

Staci and Kelly giggle while using the ink from the stamp to draw smiley faces and flowers on each other’s shoulders. 

---

“I’ve got the results of your votes right here. Those staying in the game will get in-flight snacks,” Chris holds up a bag of pretzels and then rolls his eyes as Scruffy makes a face. “What? Pretzels are cheaper right now!”

“The following players are safe- Kelly

Staci

Bonnie

And Max,”

The respective contestants catch their pretzels and look up. 

“The last bag of pretzels… goes to…”

“Phillip. Sorry, Scruffy. You’re out!”

Scruffy sighs and their shoulders droop. Chris tosses them a parachute, which they put on with expert speed and professionalism. 

“Been training for that too, huh?” Chris chuckles. They shrug. 

Scruffy walks up to the open door of the plane and turns back. “Wait- Bonnie- I want you to give this to Jules!” they say, tossing Bonnie the necklace they never got to sacrifice. “Tell her I'm rooting for her!”

“Um... why me?” the goth asks, raising an eyebrow. 

Scruffy smiles. “I think you get it more than anyone else,” and with that, they jump. Bonnie blinks. 

---

BONNIE: “Okay, I had one heartfelt conversation on national TV and now everyone thinks I’m cupid or something?”

---

“Can’t win ‘em all, I guess,” Chris shrugs, then turns to the audience. “Who will win? And who will jump? Find out next time, on Total Takes: World Tour!”

#ttwt #total takes world tour

[tsukiusagi180]

varian x reader

Your POV

Today is a special day, you see Varian and I have been friends since the day Rapunzel Cassandra and I went to him for Raps hair. After that a friendship is linked, it seems to me a lot of alchemy even if I didn't understand anything about it I try to listen to him despite everything, and after months of friendship I wanted to ask him to go out with me:

Raps: Come on (Y/n) you can do it! He will surely say yes to you

Eugene: or maybe not but it’s not super serious

Raps/cass/Lance: Eugene!!

Eugene: bha what?

(Y/n): but no, you see, even Eugene doesn't believe it!

I sat at the foot of the bed of raps putting myself in fetal position, I felt their looks showing their pity but I didn't pay attention to it until a hand was placed on my shoulder, it was Eugene:

Eugene: (Y/n) Varian and in love with you for sure, whether he knows it or not he certainly does

Lance: I can already see you in a boat looking at the lanterns

Cass: And you could go horse riding!

Raps: but for that (N/N) he makes you go see him okay?

(Y/n): yes! I'm going there, wish me luck! I

stood up confidently and they applauded me then I went to look for Varian, as expected he was nowhere in corona nor in old corona, he was in his laboratory when I returned I ran into his father and we it's exchanged brief politeness then I went to see my crush.

(Y/n): hi Varian!!

Varian: Ho hey (N/n) are you okay? What brings you here? You're good, I need your help

(Y/n): are you okay? I'm not allowed to go see my friend? And yes I can help you tell me everything

Varian: yes thank you um you see Cassandra? I'm in love with her but I don't know how to tell her

My heart is broken at this precise moment, ok he was in love with a girl who was 8 years older, ok they will never be together but he doesn't love me...

(Y/n): Var, she's an adult, she doesn't love you like that

Varian: just help me please

(Y/n): I...

I pretended to watch the time so I could make up an excuse

(Y/n): MY GOD DID YOU SEE THE TIME? I HAVE TO GO RAPS NEEDS ME!!

I ran away and started crying, I took refuge in my room at the palace because yes I lived there. I didn't want to see Varian for a few days, then one day we were confronted:

Varian: (Y/n) what's going on?

(Y/n): I don't want to talk about it

Varian: You want me to use a truth serum!?

(Y/n): DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S WRONG? I AM FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU!

Varian: but... we are friends?

(Y/n): and you like cass I know!

Varian: I'm sorry I don't love you but love isn't always reciprocated

(Y/n): I know...

I said this while crying because I knew we would never date

#rapunzel #varian x reader #rapunzel tangled #x reader angst

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Ride the Cyclone Kids and The Bus

as in: the bus they have to take to different shows

We got Father Marcus behind the wheel ✌️✌️

Y’all know that kinda old TikTok where those kids are chanting “DADDY’S MONEY” at this rich-looking bus?? That’s them

THIS TIKTOK

THEM WHEN THEY SEE A NICER BUS

Okay, so Ocean? HORRIBLE car sickness

She’s fine for the first twenty minutes, but half an hour in, you can find her in the front seat like

She doesn’t talk that much during bus rides because she’s doing her best not to vomit everywhere

Everyone else is just vibing

The day before the trip, they have some kind of competition to see who gets playlist rights for the ride

EVERYONE wants to win that right

Mischa personally puts together a FOUR DAY MIXTAPE for his playlist

(They aren’t even in the bus for that long)

But he’s playing the most OBNOXIOUS dubstep and incomprehensible rap possible

You simply cannot stop his party. Don’t even try.

Noel’s playlist is a lot of classical and French music, with some Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Britney Spears, and Dolly Parton thrown in there

Ricky’s playlist is mostly songs from video game soundtracks (LOTS of Pokémon, basically the WHOLE Undertale album, some Mario and Minecraft, stuff like that). Also probably some video game fan songs

Imagine stopping at red light next to a school bus full of choir kids and To The Bone by JT Music is blasting through the windows

Constance’s playlist is mostly pop. Probably has a bunch of AJR songs on it. Also Taylor Swift

Penny’s playlist is this mix of all different genres. It’ll go from the Hand Jive from Grease, to Hello by Adele, to Luke Bryan’s Country Girl????

Ocean’s playlist is a lot of show tunes, with some other genres splashed in there. Probably has Penelope Scott’s WHOLE ALBUM crammed on hers

Noel tries to sleep, but it’s usually too loud

He’ll rest his head against the window, and the bus goes over one (1) bump, and his head is smashed on the glass

He gets so embarrassed

Constance INSISTS that they play car games to pass the time

There’s Fortunately/Unfortunately!

Constance: Fortunately, I discovered that I have super strength!

Noel: Unfortunately, you have cancer

Constance: 😧

Or they’ll play that Alphabet Game where you have a category and have to come up with a word in that category from the last letter of the word that was said before your turn

Mischa: Dog!

Ricky, signing: Goat!

Noel: Turtle!

Penny: Emu!

Constance: Unicorn!

Ocean, piping up from her seat in the front: Unicorn isn’t a real animal

Penny ALWAYS calls out the cows she sees on the side of the road

She also likes to stick her head out the window whenever she gets the chance

Mischa gets Hereditary flashbacks because of this and hovers over her shoulder like a worried mother to make sure she won’t get hurt somehow

Ricky likes to just gaze out the window sometimes and admire the scenery while making scenarios in his head

Mischa is constantly switching spots and usually goes flying down the aisle because of it

Meanwhile, Ocean has gone from doubled over with her head in her hands, to curled up on the seat in the fetal position

She is SUFFERING

She’s a MESS, but somehow the moment they get to their destination, she’s perfectly fine?? It’s So Jarring

This video but it’s the Cyclone kids

In order: Ricky, Ocean, Penny, Constance, Noel, Mischa

#everyone: 💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃 #ocean: fighting for her life agaisnt her own stomach #i will NEVER let this girl catch a break lol #ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone headcanons #ocean o'connell rosenberg #ricky potts #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #constance blackwood #penny lamb #jane doe #father marcus

[princessmisery666]

About Last Night - Part 5 - No One's In The Room Mini Series

Series Summary: Jake and Ryleigh find themselves stranded in a remote location when a mission goes sideways. Injured and dependent on his help, she gets a glimpse of the man beneath the façade of ‘The Terminator’. Once they are rescued, the bubble of their personal Vegas bursts, and Jake struggles with new emotions while Ryleigh hopes he will finally see the man she came to know when no one else is in the room.

Summary: Jake can’t comprehend why Ryleigh’s so willing to help him - frustrations and mistrust cause an eruption that may cost them their friendship. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, Jake is an asshole.

W/C: 2.6k

Characters: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Ryleigh ‘Rodeo’, and other OCs'.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: made by me on canva.

Catch up here.

About Last Night

Going to the airport was always bittersweet for Jake. He looked forward to seeing Maddie and his sister, Julia, but he hated the prospect of seeing his father. Add to that the apprehension of his actions the previous night; he was about ready to curl into the fetal position and never move again.

What the hell had he been thinking? It was as if something had possessed him. The urge to kiss Ryleigh had been almost preternatural. The flashback of the kiss had excitement bubbling in his gut. 

He’d been by Ryleigh’s house, but it was locked up tight - no car in the driveway and no lights on. He’d dropped her a text to ask if they could talk when he returned. He was going to apologize and tell her to forget the whole thing. Perhaps blame it on being drunk - though he wasn’t - and lying that her assumption had been correct, he’d struck out, and he had just tried his luck with her. But his phone had remained silent during the forty-five-minute cab ride to the airport.

He rechecked it as he entered the terminal on the off chance he’d missed a vibration. All that greeted him as the screen lit up was his wallpaper and the reminder of his upcoming flight.

“So you’re one of those last-minute people, huh?”

Upon hearing her voice, he froze to the spot and slowly raised his head to make sure his Ryleigh-consumed brain wasn’t playing a cruel trick on him. But there she was, sporting a gray tracksuit, a large duffel bag at her feet, brow raised and hip cocked. 

She continued, smiling, “Get to the airport with seconds to spare before check-in closes?”

“My flight doesn’t leave for another two hours,” he said, checking his watch unnecessarily, “plenty of time.” 

 “One hour, thirty-eight minutes,” she corrected.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Well, I figured you’d need this,” she said, handing him a Walmart bag. He peeked inside and saw a gift-wrapped box. “For Maddie. It’s a singing Elsa doll with outfits and the little lizard thing. Thought they might be waiting at the airport for you, so you’d need to be prepared.” 

She was right; his sister usually picked him up from the airport. Had he told her that? He didn’t remember. In the three days of isolation, they’d covered a lot of subjects, so maybe he had. The gift explained her presence but not the bag at her feet. Nodding toward it, he asked, “And the bag?” 

“Well, firstly, I was invited to the Princess Pajama party, remember?”

“I do.” 

“Secondly, doctors say you probably saved my leg from a nasty infection, so I figured I owed you one,” she explained. “After a bit of digging on Facebook to find out your niece's favorite Princess, I stumbled into the life of Jake Seresin. While I was there, I noticed it’s your high school reunion this weekend. Organized and hosted by the one and only Amber.” 

Jake bristled at the name. He thought that was supposed to have stayed in Vegas. “I’m not going.” 

Ryleigh didn’t notice his irritation and opted to ignore his statement. “So I figured I would accompany you to said reunion and brag about all your accomplishments. Make Amber hella jealous and thus pay my debt.”

He dropped his gaze, staring at his feet, unable to hold her eyes because he knew she’d see the uncertainty he felt. What was she doing? What was her play here? Why was she being so nice to him? They’d shared a moment at the cabin; then he’d kissed her and left without explanation. Why wasn’t she pissed at him? Why wasn’t she demanding an explanation? 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, interrupting his silent preoccupation. The PA announcement nearly drowned her apology, and Jake watched as she bent to grab her bag, her words slightly clearer as she straightened. “I’m overstepping. Sorry I shouldn’t have.” 

“No, no,” he said, catching her arm in the crook of her elbow as she passed him. He held her eyes for a moment waiting for the announcement to end. “You’re not overstepping.” He really didn’t feel like she was; he was more than happy to have her company for the weekend. And perhaps she’d serve as a good buffer between him and his father. Although, the fact that spending a few days with her made him stupidly happy scared him a little. “If this is about last night…” he cut himself off and unnecessarily cleared his throat. What if it was about last night? Would that make him tell her no?

“Do you want it to be?” she asked, and couldn’t deny the hope that bubbled in her chest that he’d say yes.

“Can it not be?” he asked sincerely. 

She knew he was bricking up the wall to avoid talking about their kiss. She hoped she hid the disappointment she felt, realizing he really had just been trying to get his dick wet with her last night stung more than the stitches he’d pierced into her leg days ago.

Still, to be sure, she asked. “If that’s what you want?”

He barely thought about it, too hasty to just be done with it and not have to worry about revealing his excitement about her showing up or the fear that his family would drive her away. “It is.”

She spoke to her feet, masking the discouragement she felt. “Don’t read too much into it. I bought my ticket days ago,” she said. “I didn’t say anything because I was waiting for the doctors to give me the all-clear. I’ve booked a hotel. I wasn't going to impose myself on you or your family at the last minute.” 

“Okay,” and his enthusiasm finally got her to raise her gaze again. His charming smile grew wider, “but just to be clear, it’s a salamander,” Jake corrected matter of factly. “Maddie will not be impressed if you refer to Bruni as a lizard.” 

He took her bag from her, and they walked toward the check-in desk, “Exactly how many times have you watched that movie, Seresin?”

“Enough to know Bruni is a fire salamander,” he said, “don’t worry, I’ll give you the footnotes on the plane.”

Jake saw Maddie before she saw him. She bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to see above the crowd of people looking for him. He called her name, and she spun at the sound. Her face broke into the biggest of smiles, and she immediately sprinted toward him. Dropping to a knee, the little girl almost knocked him over as she leaped into his arms.

“Ah, I’ve missed you,” he cooed. 

Ryleigh stood behind them, watching the encounter, smiling as brightly as Maddie. Julia, his sister, grinned down at them as she approached. Jake rose to his feet, taking Maddie with him to embrace his sister. 

“I want you to meet someone,” Jake said, lowering Maddie to her feet. “I made a new friend. Princess Maddie of Maddisonville,” he said very cordially, bowing as if she were royalty. “I wish to introduce you to Princess Ryleigh of….” 

“Roloville,” Ryleigh supplied when Jake looked to her for help. She shook the small girl's hand and curtseyed. “It’s a pleasure to meet a fellow Princess.”

“Does this mean Jake is your Prince?” Julia asked, looking suspiciously between the two. 

“More like my butler,” Ryleigh joked, shaking her hand too. 

“Roloville sounds cool,” Maddie said, taking the focus off the suggestive question. She took Ryleigh’s hand and led her away. “Tell me about your Kingdom.”

“Oh, it’s magical. Our houses are made of cotton candy, we have an endless supply of jelly beans, and everyone has a pet fire salamander.”

“Like Bruni?” she asked excitedly. 

“Exactly like Bruni,” Ryleigh explained, looking back over her shoulder at Jake, who winked.

The inquisitive girl didn’t miss a beat, “why are you limping?” 

“Well, you see,” Ryleigh explained, “I was flying around on my Dragon, and a witch knocked me off. But Uncle Jake swooped in on his Dragon and saved me.”

Maddie turned around and looked at her uncle in wide-eyed wonder, astonished that he was an honest hero to another princess. Ryleigh smiled softly at the young girl before launching into another story from her fictional town of Roloville, adapting actual stories from her childhood to be more whimsical.

Jake watched as his WSO and partner entertained his niece as they walked to the baggage claim. His arm rested comfortably on Julia's shoulders as they followed a few paces behind. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but with Maddie looking back at him like he was a real dragon-slaying, princess-saving hero, he knew Ryleigh was talking him up.

Julia watched as his face softened, noticing how he kept his eyes on the woman he'd brought home with him. "So. Baby brother," she started, shaking him out of his thoughts, "who is this girl, and why does it look like you want to take her to Makeout Point?"

"She's my partner. At work, Jules," he clarified, "so don't go getting any ideas."

“That wasn’t a denial, Jake,” she rolled her eyes, “but you’ve never brought any of your work friends, or girlfriends, for that matter, home. And I’ve never seen that look before.”

“What look?”

“The one that says she just took your niece’s place as your favorite person in the world, that you couldn’t stand to go a day without talking to her, that you might actually let yourself fall for her,” Julia detailed, her lips pressed in a tight line and her eyebrows raised as she watched for his reaction.  

“Firstly, no one can take Maddie’s place in the number one spot.” Jake rolled his eyes, “and secondly, calm down, cupid. We’re just friends.”

Jake watched Ryleigh from across the room, talking animatedly to a group of his high school classmates, including Amber. Ryleigh looked exquisite. The sparkling gray figure-hugging dress with a slit up to her thigh looked amazingly tasteful. Amber looked decidedly disgruntled about Jake not being alone, her glances toward him not going unnoticed.

Ryleigh had paid her debt and then some. Not only was she the prettiest woman in the room, but she’d also spent the entire evening proudly boasting about Jake’s accomplishments. Perhaps exaggerating slightly in ‘having saved her life,’ but everyone lapped it up, and she was an excellent storyteller.

He’d felt every set of eyes on them as they entered, and he knew it wasn’t just that the illusive Jake Seresin had made an appearance at a reunion. It was because of her. Even if he’d wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off of her. His gaze followed as she crossed the room and spoke to the deejay before making her way over to him at the bar.

“Hey, handsome,” she said.

“Hey yourself, beautiful,” he smiled, handing her a glass of white wine. “Having fun?”

“I actually am,” she laughed, “Mom moved me around so much I never really had close enough friends that I’d want to go to a reunion. But who knew spending my night bragging about Jake Seresin would be enjoyable.”

“You can’t get enough of me,” he winked. 

“No, I can’t,” she admitted, and the sincerity in her eyes made him think she wasn’t joking. Before he could read too much into it, the up-tempo song faded into a slower tune, and she smiled knowingly, “dance with me.” 

He let her lead him to the center of the dance floor, spinning to face him. He slipped his hands around her waist, and she wrapped hers around his neck, pressing herself firmly against him.

They swayed to the beat, and after a second or two, the room seemed to fade away. He was back in the cabin, waking up next to her, just the two of them. No words passed between them, but he felt it again, that surge of energy, the flutter of something beginning, something he wanted to explore.

She pulled back enough to look up at him from under her lashes. “If we really wanna sell this thing,” she whispered, “I think you should kiss me.”

Sell this thing?! The energy that moments ago had begged for action transformed into disbelief. Was this all a game to her? He wanted to kiss her, wouldn’t deny it, could feel the desperation in his expression but not like this. He didn’t want to kiss her to make someone he didn’t even care about jealous. What he wanted - needed - was for her to want him just as much as he wanted her. If all she was doing was trying to make Amber jealous, he couldn’t; he wouldn’t let himself do it. 

He shook his head, “I need some air.”

She called after him as he marched from the room, but he didn’t stop. The anger, mostly at himself, propelled him forward. Why couldn’t he kiss her? Maybe if he did, he’d get her out of his system. So why didn’t he do it? After all, she’d asked him to. 

“Jake,” she called again, heels clicking louder as her pace increased, but she didn’t catch up to him until he was partway across the parking lot. “Jake, would you stop?” 

Why? Why should he stop? The whole thing was ridiculous - bringing her home to meet his family and being his date to make an ex jealous. An ex he had absolutely no residual feelings toward. This wasn’t who he was, and he resented that she was trying to make him that guy.

“Jake, stop!”

“I’ll stop if you do,” he spat, spinning to face her.

“Stop what?”

“Stop trying to fix me!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are! You're trying to make me be someone I’m not. I'm not the guy you rely on. I'm not the guy that sits by the phone and waits for your call. I'm the guy who forgets I was supposed to call; too busy trying to get my dick wet with whoever’s available at that time!”

“Jake, I wasn’t… I’m not trying to make you into anything you're not.” 

“So let’s go fuck,” he challenged, brow raised, “right now, let’s go back to your hotel room and fuck. Casual, no strings attached.”

“No!”

“Why not, huh?” he asked, anger controlling his mouth. “You wanna fuck me. I can see it. And don’t give me the ‘over casual sex’ shit. You know that's all I’m good for, so if you don’t wanna fuck me, what do you want?” 

“Nothing.”

“So why are you here? If you don’t wanna screw me, Ryleigh, why the hell are you here?” he didn’t wait for a response, “God, you can’t even see it,” he threw his arms in the air, frustration and annoyance blowing out the only way he knew how. “You don’t want me. You want the guy you want me to be. Going after the ‘emotionally damaged’ guy you think can change.”

She stared, mouth agape for a long moment, but no words came out. Was he right? 

Oh, Jesus, he is! She realized as tears distorted her vision.

No. No, he was wrong.

She didn’t want to change him. She wanted him to see his worth, and maybe for a hot minute, she’d believed he could and that he wanted to find something more than meaningless sex. She tried to find the words to explain that she saw something in him, past the bravado and the facade, and that all she wanted was for him to let her in. But before she found the words to explain, Jake spoke up again.

He delivered the blow with absolute vitriol, “You’ve been trying so hard not to turn into your mom that you can’t see that’s exactly who you’ve become.” 

Tears stung her eyes, and she let them fall. As she crushed the first between her lips, she turned and walked back toward the hotel entrance.

Part 6 - Too Late

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[lumpofwhump]

TW: Abusive relationship, brief mentions of domestic violence

Whumped Caretaker meets Whumpee and their new friend Whumper. Whumpee is bright and full of enthusiasm, a reminder of what Caretaker themself used to be like. Whumper is stiff and reserved, and they honestly set Caretaker on edge for reasons they can’t quite put their finger on. but it seems like Whumpee brings the best out in them.

Over time, though, Caretaker watches as Whumpee seems increasingly drained and dim. At first they don’t understand what’s happening, but they start to catch glimpses of what’s going on: Whumpee going wide-eyed and rigid at something Whumper said all but under their breath; Whumper tugging Whumpee roughly by the elbow when they want to leave, Whumpee tearing up as Whumper shouts at them over something seemingly inconsequential.

Caretaker’s own experience tells them that jumping in before Whumpee is ready to leave will only get Whumpee hurt worse, but they want to help. They find Whumpee slumped over on a table and tell them gently what they’ve noticed; what’s going on?

Whumpee looks up at them through tearful eyes. “Whumper — ” They trail off with a sound of apparent frustration at being unable to make themself say it, breaking down onto sobs and throwing themself at a stunned Caretaker. Whumpee holds on to them for a long time, while Caretaker - who themself hasn’t had much in the way of comfort since escaping their own whumper - awkwardly pats them and lets them cry.

Whumpee finally leaves with a whispered “Thank you,” all but running off and not looking back.

Caretaker doesn’t see Whumpee for a few weeks after that… not even to things Whumpee is supposed to show up for. One night, though, Caretaker finds Whumpee curled up in the fetal position, head down against their knees, between two objects somewhere unexpected. They have a small bag of belongings, and a much bigger collection of bruises.

Whumpee looks up at Caretaker through teary eyes.

Caretaker gives them a sad but encouraging smile and sits down a couple feet away.

Whumpee tentatively puts a hand between them.

Caretaker takes it and squeezes it.

“T-they kicked me out,” Whumpee explains finally, looking at their knees. “After they —” Whumpee gestures toward their beaten form and looks up with wide, teary eyes and a trembling lower lip, silently pleading with Caretaker not to make them explain.

Caretaker nods, and Whumpee’s shoulders relax ever so slightly.

They sit there in silence for a long while. At some point, Whumpee leans their head onto Caretaker’s shoulder, and Caretaker doesn’t push them away.

Caretaker thinks through their options… through what they would have needed but didn’t get when they were escaping their own whumper not too long ago. Their whumper didn’t leave them with much, and they’re still only minimally stable… materially if not always emotionally. But that’s still more than Whumpee has right now.

“It’s late,” they finally say, carefully helping Whumpee to their feet. “Let’s go home, Whumpee.”

Whumpee looks stunned, even a bit suspicious, but allows Caretaker to help them. They rest against Caretaker on the train ride home. A reflection in the window gives Caretaker a glimpse of the small smile on Whumpee’s face face, reminding them of the person they met all that time ago, who they’ll do anything to see again.

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