Tails is not a big fan of clothing.
But, he’s also not a big fan of Sonic forbidding him from using black hoodies, besides the fact that it’s an oddly specific prohibition (like what’s with the sudden interest in clothes?) there’s also the fact that Sonic didn’t exactly tell him why and just said something along the lines of “black is not your color”. Well first of all, RUDE, he would look so cool in black!, and second of all, who does he think he is? Sure he’s his big brother but not his boss, he’s the boss! He’s eight years old, he can wear whatever he wants!
So he might have just bought some black hoodies on purpose and he might be planning on wearing one today just to spite Sonic (this will show him, he does look good in black! Even if he never actually wears it…).
He usually arrives to Tails’ workshop at… 1 minute from now (oops, well, time flies when you’re scheming odd ways to annoy your big bro, time to shine, he only has 30 seconds left!), putting on the hoodie that quickly comes with the price of messing his bangs upwards instead of the looseness they usually show, oh well, doesn’t matter, maybe the new hairstyle would look good with the new clothes! He could even try and put on some metal accesories later, maybe something to make his tails look cooler.
He can hear jumpy and joyful steps as the front door opens rapidly behind him, Tails turns and puts on the biggest smirk he can manage, preparing multiple comebacks for anything the speedster could say about his new look, but when his sight reaches his big brother he notices there’s no annoyance surrounding him, not a bit of anger, and not a drop of amusement, all he can see in those emerald eyes is shock, before is evolved to confusion, just to be replaced by a pure sight of fear and something so much alike sorrow,.
Tails gasps to the sudden reaction, he was expecting Sonic to mock him for his wardrobe choice, not for him to freeze dead on his tracks without a word, not for him to just stare at him, and certainly he wasn’t expecting the upcoming tears he could see forming in his brother’s eyes.
Sonic stays still, looking at Tails as if it wasn’t him in that black hoodie, almost as if he was an alucination, a dream or even a ghost, just seeing right through him. Tails himself stays frozen while looking everywhere for the cause to his brother’s sudden change of attitude, he isn’t sure if he’s looking at the same Sonic he knows through those glassy eyes.
There’s hesitation in Sonic’s steps when he walks towards him, slowly, as if expecting the kit to disappear if he moved too fast, not that he noticed, he was far too busy thinking of a way to chase away his brother’s tears, and just as Tails turned his sight back at him he found his cheek being cupped by the hedgehog’s trembling hand, his sorrowful gaze directed to the kit’s face while he rubbed the fur on his muzzle, with such gentleness, as if he was holding the worlds most fragile, precious gem, a new softer touch finding its way to his bangs, putting them back to the usual style.
Sonic wasn’t one to show such direct affection, at least not in physical form, even if he was acting strangely clingier this past few days since the battle in the mountain… this was a whole new level, and Tails is not one to deny any of his brother’s limited edition physical affection acts; the last time Sonic held him like this they were far more younger, Tails being way more tinier, not even tall enough to reach and look straight into Sonic’s eyes, but that wasn’t a problem then, Sonic made sure to carry him so he was close enough for their foreheads to touch, that had been for special occasions though, for when one of them (mostly Tails) needed it, wether it’d be because of sadness, fear, sorrow, or a dreadful combination of all.
Apparently Sonic needed it this time, because the warmth of the hedgehog’s forehead against his wasn’t a memory anymore.
Yeah, Tails won’t be wearing that black hoodie again anytime soon.
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Bakugou who makes it a habit of FaceTiming you out of the blue because he’s horny. Your friend group and his own have had to bear witness entirely too many times to answering the phone and he’s exposed somehow—they always just wanna say hi, ask him how his recent mission is going. They learn after enough times, that when he FaceTimes you out of the blue, to steer clear of your phone until you give them the okay. there’s just been too many times with you answering and then screaming to the top of your lungs as you clutch the phone to your chest and tell him that there are people around.
but does that stop him? of course not, the little whore. he’ll call you after he’s gotten out the shower, so his body is still wet and glistening. he’ll call you while he’s away in some other country, with his dick in the camera and a pout on his lips because he misses your stupid face. he’ll call when he’s this close to orgasming, because seeing you will always push him over the edge.
he calls you one day while you’re working at home, typing away at your computer, your phone propped up beside you. you answer without looking at him, smiling, asking how everything’s going so far and it’s not until you look up, when you gasp.
“Katsuki!” You yell, a little giggle tearing through your words in surprise. “What if someone was around? Again?” You ask him, but it’s hard to remember why you’re this upset when he looks so pretty in front of you. He grunts, still jerking his cock as he sits on the edge of the bed, his phone propped up on what you believe a nightstand, as you can see the way his stomach curls in from how raggedly he breathed.
“You’re alone, right?” He asks in a huff, eyebrows screwing up as he takes in your wide eyes and slightly gaping mouth as you stare at his form. You nod absentmindedly, already feeling your inner thighs starting to get slick, shifting a little in your seat.
“Show me a tit, or something. I miss you.” Bakugou mutters, eyebrows pinched as he twists his wrist over his tip before he slides back down his shaft.
“When don’t you wanna see my tits?” You tease him, but oblige, lifting your shirt, eyes rolling slightly at the downright filthy noise that leaves his mouth at the sight. You don’t even have to play with them, just sit them on display and he’s already so quick to burst all over himself.
You take it a step further though, pushing back in your chair until he can see most of your body where you sit, slipping out of your bottoms and underwear until you’re on display for him. You put your knees to your chest before settling back, thighs on either side of the arms as you spread yourself, smiling at him all the while.
“So fuckin’—shit!” He sounds damn near strangled as he cums all over himself, eyes squeezed shut as he jerks at his cock. you can’t help but laugh when you hear the crackling of his quirk going off, watch how the sheets beside him char and start to smoke in his intensity. He’s always so easy, you think to yourself with a little laugh as you began to get dressed, and you love it.
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I feel like there's a lot of people who aren't up to date w qJaiden lore so they don't realize what's happening today so-- QUICK UPDATE on shit that's going down in the qJaiden world if your POV tends to be another streamer and you're a little confused;
As some ppl might already know, qjaiden was approached by Cucurucho with a question of "What would make you happy?" and she responded, protecting the eggs. keeping the eggs safe. Cucurucho said essentially that he could give her this, but there was no going back. And when Jaiden asked if it would save the eggs, he said Maybe.
And since she has nothing left to lose (at this time, there really was /no one/) she decided she'd do it because there was no other choice. Someone had to. So she's been going around doing tasks like gathering items and tools and armor. Her most recent quest was to clear a dungeon with adventure partners, which she did successfully.
Then basically Jaiden IRL travelled for a week and the big lore thing about what was gonna happen AFTER that was put on hold. We've essentially been waiting for a while to see what the result of this is going to be considering Jaiden held up her end of the deal, and Cucurucho hasn't.
Then, three days ago on the last debate, Jaiden said she was /most likely/ going to stream the Big Lore thing on Saturday. She didn't know what it was, but the admins had been cooking and needed time to prepare and FINALLY its done.
COINCIDENTALLY, this is happening on the SAME DAY that Cellbit was told to follow a blue bird, to accompany a 'her', and gather evidence. And, for those who really don't know, qJaiden is commonly associated with birds, Blue Birds specifically, thanks to her pet bird Ari.
There's also been a lottt of concerns about qJaiden going missing since the wedding, since she seems to be narratively mirroring qCell (something he commented on himself awhile back). So, everyone's a bit on edge for what's about to happen today.
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pop star ! mary
warnings: explicit smut, so much fluff, cunnilingus, squirting
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you scream along with the fans, cupping your hands around your lips to amplify the sound. mary is flushed and grinning, and you can tell the happiness radiating off of her is genuine. she looks around the sold-out stadium and meets your gaze. her expression softens into something tender, and you feel a wonderfully warm ache ignite in your chest.
in a room of over 100,000 people, she looks at you like you’re the only person she’s capable of seeing.
you rush out of the vip tent, making your way backstage. on the way, you spot mary. despite her 9-inch heeled boots, she’s running at you at full-speed. you have just a second to spread your arms wide before she slams into you.
wrapping your arms around her, you press soft kisses into her curls. “you were so good, baby.”
she pulls away just to lean back in for a kiss. her lips are warm and soft, and you melt into it. the fans scream from their seats, but you don’t care. you don’t care about them. your hands slide into her hair, tangling between the thick locks.
vacantly, you step back, not letting go of mary as you fumble along the wall behind you for the entrance to backstage. you stumble inside, shutting the door and slamming mary against it, deepening your kiss. the screams of the fans dull to a muted roar.
mary pulls back, gasping for air. her lips are flushed and red, lipstick smudged. her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the kiss or the show. her brown skin is shiny and slightly damp with sweat, and her curls are an absolute mess. she’s beautiful.
“come with me to my changing room,” she says abruptly, slipping away from the door. her fingers wrap around your wrist and she tugs. you follow her mindlessly, willing to do anything for her, completely pliant.
you don’t know how she even has the energy to walk after the show she put on, how her throat doesn’t ache, and how her feet don’t drag, but she seems as energetic as ever. she pulls you into the changing room, immediately picking up where you left off, except now you’re the one pinned against the wall. perhaps she’s even more energetic.
she kisses you with urgency, her tongue exploring your mouth like a woman on a mission. you moan, the sound catching between her glossed lips.
her leg slots between your thighs, knee-high boots rubbing against your skin.
“fuck,” you mumble into the wet cavern of her mouth.
your hands slide down the length of her body. from her hair, to her shoulders, to her collarbones, to her chest. she’s wearing a pink mini-dress, with a heart cut out at the center of her chest. you feel along the exposed skin, fingers making themselves at home inside her cleavage.
your fingers slide along the sweat caught between her breasts, reaching inside the cloth until your hands are beneath them, cupping the soft flesh.
she bites down on your lip as you squeeze. shakily, and with a mounting sense of want, you remove your hands, feeling along her dress until you reach the zipper on the back. as you fumble to unzip it, her mouth detaches from yours, trailing down your jaw.
the zipper slides down and you press your hands against her warm back, engrossed in the feeling of her skin. her heartbeat is pounding so strongly you can feel it flutter beneath your palms. you tug on the dress, letting it fall to the floor.
her lips slide to your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin.
your fingers undo her bra, throwing it to the floor. you reward yourself by grabbing at her chest with both hands. her nipples are two hard points stabbing into your palms.
her knee jolts as you circle her nipples, pushing against your throbbing clit. you’re so wet you can feel yourself seeping onto her leg.
you pinch a nipple between two fingers, and her lips quiver against the heat of your throat. you gently pull at her head until she lets go. she looks at you with wide brown eyes, cheeks shimmery with glitter, and her hair tousled. you push her back until she falls onto the sofa.
never breaking eye contact, you push off her boots and slide her lacy panties onto the floor. they’re fully soaked through and make a squishy sound when you toss them aside.
“you’re so—” mary cuts herself off with a moan, throwing her head back as you bite down on her nipple. using your hand to twist the other, you suck. her fingers ease into your hair, pulling.
you kiss the soft skin of her breasts, trailing kisses down her stomach. you grab onto her hips, sliding lower and lower until you’re on your knees, lips just above her core. her curly pubic hair teases your chin. you slow down the speed of your kisses.
you lower your lips down to her thighs, slowly inching towards the center of her legs.
her breath is shaky and ragged, legs twitching the closer you get.
when you finally make your way to her cunt, it’s glistening wet, throbbing with desire.
you press a soft kiss to her folds and her legs fly together, thighs squeezing your head. you’d be willing to suffocate here, if it meant dying between mary’s thighs. to be perfectly honest, you’re tempted to.
she releases a breathy moan as your nose bumps against her clit.
pressing the tip of your nose on it harder, you lick your way between her folds, collecting her slick on your tongue.
you lap up her wetness, letting it coat your tongue and paint your lips, drip down your chin. you devour her pussy like a starving woman. she tugs on the strands of your hair, her thighs twitching around your skull, drowning you in her softness.
you thrust your tongue into her hole, and you hear her throw back her head with a dull thud. you dig your nose against her clit harder.
you can taste the excitement of the day in her pussy, feel it in the way she pulls on your hair with fervor.
“you taste so good, baby,” you mumble, lips rubbing against her folds.
she whimpers at your words.
“my delicious princess.” you thrust your tongue again, and again, and again, slamming against her walls. she cries out, pulling one hand out of the mess of your hair to muffle her screams.
she’s unsuccessful, but you don’t care. let the crew hear her scream your name, let the fans hear her sob with pleasure as you make her come.
she grinds forward, pubic bone slamming into your face. you swirl your tongue inside of her, reaching up to pinch her clit between your fingers. she releases a high-pitched moan. “fuck, i’m gonna come.”
“come for me, baby,” you say, words drowned inside her pussy.
your fingers circle around her clit, tongue exploring her insides. a constant string of whimpers and moans fills the air as she releases. she coats your entire face in her cum, squirting against your lips. you open your mouth to catch it, letting her shoot it down your throat.
looking at her though your clumpy, now wet lashes, you swallow it all. her pussy twitches at the sight of you.
“fuck.”
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