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emry-stars-art · 10 months

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Massarati was a courting gift to andrew from abram after he realized they were courting one another

My face reading this omggggggg

(Gonna put this up top instead of at the end; find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)

So this is the 4800 words of fluff; @jtl-fics was bouncing a LOT of ideas with me about it and everything was so sweet 😭🥰 you can read it here! :D or continue on this post for the sparknotes version from Abram's pov (minus the picnic date tho 👀), and let’s showcase my inexperience with horses ✨

THIS IS GREAT I done got myself a little by making Maserati a rescue case… like Abram’s probably right about what happened to her though I didn’t fully decide on it (I’m also making up everything about horse breeds in this universe thank youuu). He’s out one day for whatever reason and comes across this horse in no pasture that’s tall, clearly made for working, but it’s far too skinny. A little skiddish, but not enough that Abram can’t approach after a while of trying. It’s a familiar breed under the dirt and malnutrition.

He doesn’t even bother seeing where it might have come from. He fashions a makeshift lasso/bridle thing from rope and takes a few hours calming the horse enough to bring it back with him to the castle, leaving it in one of the smaller/less used stables with plenty of food and water before going to find Day or someone else that might be able to help. She doesn’t look impressive at first, obviously. But with lots of help and lots of time from Abram taken in secret to the stables, she slowly starts to get better. She gains weight, she gets readjusted to people, she lets him take care of her coat and hair.

At some point, Andrew insists once again on keeping Abram nearby when Abram is having a worse night than usual. Panicking easily, generally unwell. (Andrew is also wondering why Abram is suddenly spending so much time away, why he won’t tell Andrew where he’s been or what he’s doing. It’s completely in his right to do it, so Andrew never forces the issue, but it’s such an obvious switch from his normal behavior. Right when Andrew thought he could start leaning into the courting, it feels like Abram is pulling away and it hurts a little. He gets worried.) Abram can’t sleep, and Andrew won’t sleep until Abram does, so they lay on his bed with Andrew resting against Abram’s lap, relaxing or reading or tracing scars with his fingertips. It’s a long while before Abram asks, unprompted, “Did you ever have an ideal horse?”

Andrew gives him a look.

“I mean… a dream horse. Maybe when you were little, something you always wanted.”

Andrew makes a small noise. “I think most kids do.”

“Right. So did you?”

It takes more convincing than that, lots of Abram assuring Andrew that it’s not stupid, he’s just curious. He’ll tell Andrew his next. And finally Andrew tells Abram of when he was young, living with the Spears, and would fantasize about being anywhere else. He’d take a horse as black as night so no one would see him when he ran away, a horse that was strong and fast enough to take him wherever he wanted to go. He used to imagine it would carry two, so he could take his governess with him, but that was before she left. It was all child’s play, anyway. It didn’t matter now. (Abram’s horse wasn’t so detailed, but he said if he had to pick a coat color, he was very happy with the blue roan he was given.)

So the next time Abram goes to the stable he looks at her, sees how well she’s bulking up, sees again how much larger she is than the Friesians he’s used to from Evermore. She looks even stronger than those already capable horses. When she’s healthy she can certainly carry two riders and more besides, and her endurance is like the horse equivalent of his own. Her coat is getting shiny again, sleek like black oil.

When she’s healthy and ready, Abram trains her. He again has help, of course - there are people who’s jobs it is to take care of and train the castle’s horses and it isn’t him - but she has an undeniable soft spot for Abram. They get her used to being fully decked out in nice tack and equipment and whatever else. Abram holds her steady to get shoed. The veterinarians/au equivalent make sure she stays healthy and the stable master grows more impressed with her every day. She’s not your average horse, he tells Abram. She’s smart. There’s real intelligence in those eyes.

Abram could not be happier.

By the time the twins’ birthday comes around she is ready to go. Abram spends the morning before his work begins making sure she is as sparkling as he can get her, all ready for her favorite stable hand to take her to the main stables later while Abram attends the prince at the festivities. The stable hand is going to put her in her new tack, too, the beautiful white set Abram spent a good chunk of coin to have commissioned. The horse is perfectly well mannered around people now, though only Abram and a handful others can ride her. Abram only plans his evening because he knows she lets anyone ride alongside him - if Abram deems them worthy, the horse won’t protest. It isn’t trust he ever takes lightly. He’s pretty certain she’ll end up allowing Andrew every privilege she allows Abram. He is so excited and so, so nervous for that night. She’s as perfect as she could possibly be, but Andrew has gotten Abram so many wonderful gifts. This is the first time Abram has returned the favor with such intention. Hopefully it’s good enough. (She is.)

Oh also in case you’re wondering. Andrew only needs a new horse because his beloved GS was finally retired, GS is old and now gets to spend the rest of his days in nice pastures where Andrew feeds him lots of treats 💕 every like is one sugar cube gods bless

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deadqueerboys · 5 months

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Okay, so.. the Wine Stream just ended, and I have thoughts!!!

Wilbur Soot x Reader (headcanons sfw/nsfw)

First time writing for Wilbur, I have no idea if he allows it or not.

I have the conscience that I'm gross for that. You have no idea of how ashamed I'm.. but horny thoughts are horny thoughts!!

No gender specific, I'm more used to writing for male/gender neutral reader.

NO MINORS HERE!!!

I'm the king of starting a thing and not finishing it! You gonna see this a lot on this one, i don't know why i am like this. If you want me to keep going with those, just ask me. Also, I'm accepting requests again! For Quackity, Wilbur, Slimecicle, and who whatever you guys want!

Does anybody really read that? I know you want to scroll until the nsfw part.

Sfw - because I'm a nice person.

I can only imagine this guy coming home from a fly or spending time with friends and needing to see you.

He loves to be close to you. Especially touching you in a soft way, like holding hands, petting your hair, or just letting his hand for you to play with it. (I'm autistic, I swear i can spend hours just playing with somebody's else hand, moving the fingers up and down, like a child).

Wilbur is always kind, and he might or not get worried when you call him William.

It was almost 1am, Wilbur spent more than two hours just seeing some videos and also trying to get an inspiration for a new song. You were worried. You've always been, but he insisted that it was just his work.

"Hey, love, uhm.. I'm going to sleep if that's okay for you.." You say with a tired and weak smile, trying to be positive.

Wilbur didn't heard, he never did when he had headphones on. You got closer to his chair, taking his headphones.

"Ugh! William, I'm going to sleep, okay? Don't make any loud noise." You said before rolling your eyes.

Something just happened. Wilbur's mind just stopped. He got up, and in a question of second, he was already in front of you. Always with those puppy eyes, like if he did something wrong.

"What did you just call me?" He asked, his voice sounding like a lost child: kind but scared.

Loves to talk with you about anything and everything, geography in special. He had some other hyperfocus, but that one hits hard!

Need stimulation, like playing with fidget toys like a spiner and those kinda of things, but loves when his partner notices it. Imagine backing home from a day of work or studying and he just hugs you and ask how was your day, after a long conversation, which he was looking kinda upset, you give him one of those colorful toys who shine and you have to touch all of the buttons who are lighting. Oh my God, he's so happy! He plays with it all the time. And he always makes sure to remember that his partner gave him this.

Clingy, but not in a weird way. A sweet way. Soft hugs, kisses on the cheek, arms around of you in public, and anything he feels like doing.

He has so many ways of expressing himself for you! He can sing, write, read, talk, give you gifts, literally everything!

He has such a sweet smell, he never smells bad!

Loves to give you comfort. If it's a cold night, you can sleep with the sure that in the moment that you woke up, you'll have socks on your feet and one more blanket than you slept with. As you slowly woke up, he's sleeping with his messy hair all over his face, it's an adorable image!!

(It might be kinda amab at this part, but..) Come on, give him some of your clothes, you know he looks perfect on it!

Now nsfw - because I act like a slut even being asexual.

MORNING SEX!! He's all messy, but now he's holding your waist from behind, rolling his body against yours. You don't even notice it, and then you feel a hard thing touching your leg, which makes you almost jump. In fact, you couldn't, because his hold was too strong.

"Mhm.. babe, wake up.." You whispered, trying to look in any direction as you couldn't move your neck for look behind you, where he was.

"I'm already awake.. it's been a while, actually." Wilbur smirked. Now that he knows you're awake, his plans will turn into actions. "Tell me.. did you miss me, huh? Did you miss it..?" His voice is teasing. He knows that. He started to kiss your neck while putting you closer to him, if that was possible.

Now, think with me, he's all tired and he wanted to bad to be kind with you, but today was passing him off! The make-out season just started to be more aggressive. His body is taking all the control over you. And you almost can't breathe. Even though he seems like not caring for it.

"W-wil.." You asked, taking the breath you could before he keeps kissing you aggressively.

"Yes, honey? Do you want something?" He asks, that dirty smile on his face was just there for arouse you. Wilbur looked at you before starting to kiss and suck your neck. "You're so pretty.."

He kept talking while you started to grab his hair. As you moaned. You felt him getting harder.

Loves compliments you while having sex.

He's a totally bitch when we are talking about hickeys, Wilbur loves to give you them, all the time, you're his propriety, why wouldn't he like that?

He also loves it when you give him marks, scratching your nails on his back and in his chest, biting him in anywhere, but sometimes he might ask you to be careful, he doesn't want so many attention for it when he's making an concert.

Hates public sex, but lives for public teasing! Hands on your thighs, slowly going up.. when you look at him, he acts as if he isn't doing anything.

(For M! Reader or just amab, i'm sorry):

He would totally sit on your lap on public! He's moving and slowly going up and down while he still keeps having a normal talk with other people. When he finally feels he got you, that he turned you on as much as possible, he get up and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"What? You weren't thinking about this now, right? Babe.. we're in public.." Wilbur plays innocent, giving you his hodie so you can cover your erection.

You know what he wants, everybody knows what he wants!

Oh, please, moan his name! That's the only moment he would love hearing you call him as William. (Will still better to moan, in my opinion).

Such a perv with a smile on his face! You know what he's doing. He does it for fun.

So, this scenario didn't get out of my head for a while.. it's personal, I think. Also, it's really gross and maybe too kinky. Maybe I could call this one as "Playing Alone". Enjoy it if you want:

You spend all the day out, and by the text, something was obviously wrong with Wilbur. He said he was only playing guitar, and as a gentleman, he asked if he could take your guitar to try a new thing. You said yes, there was no reason to say no. But, the feeling that had something happening just couldn't get out of your mind. As you go home, you go upstairs. As you're getting closer to your room, you can hear his soft moans. Oh, that little bitch, he couldn't even wait until you got home?

"Wilbur? Babe, are you there?" What a dumb question. You knew he was there! Still, you asked because, depending on his reaction, the things you are doing with him later might change.

"Yes.. yes.. uh.. that's not a good moment!" He says he was desperate. You felt that. You started to hear him moving and fast, running around the room, maybe hiding something. Then, he opens the door with a big smile and his clothes all messy and crumpled. "Hi love.."

You took a long saw of the room, nothing was out of place.. except that your guitar wasn't there. "Uhm.. babe? Where's my guitar?"

"Your guitar?" He seemed more nervous as he looked at all the places except in your eyes. "Oh, I broke it. I.. it fell on the floor.. and I.."

"YOU WHAT?!" You screamed, an angry tone on your voice. He couldn't have done that.. he wouldn't even dare think about that!

"Okay.. alright, calm down! I didn't break it... you know.. all of your clothes have my smell now.. I was needy, and I tried to distract myself by playing with your guitar.." He started to explain himself, blushing as hell, making fast moves with his hands. "It weirdly had you smell in it because you said you always let a paper with your perfume inside of it.. I started to play it, just some normal melody, and.. when I noticed my mind were already out."

"What do you mean with out? I know you jerk off, but.. oh God... no! No! No!" You shake your had while denied it. "No, you didn't!"

"I'm.. I'm sorry, okay?" Wilbur stuttered nervously.

"Just show me it! How bad was it..?"

Wilbur walked inside the room and took the guitar out of the closet, where he had put her before. The guitar has cum over all of it. Probably not inside, so it wasn't a big problem, but it still looks sticky and milky. Between all of the emotions.. horny was the one who provided.

"Oh.. babe, you were missing me, huh?" You asked, a smirk on your face, grabbing his chin, making he look at you..

As I said, I like to don't finish some projects, let some other people imagination be free. If you continue it, make sure to let me see it, I'm anxious.

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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domestic aaron hotchner thoughts coming right up …

okay okay okay so, going clothes shopping and hotch tags along 🥺🥺🥺 and it’s becoming a thing because 💕💖💗 quality time is a love language 💗💖💕 and he’s such a workaholic (you love him anyway) but any free time he has, you immediately want to spend together, even if it’s doing something a mundane as clothes shopping. only !! it’s so endearing the way aaron follows you from store to store and he’s just showering you with affection n compliments (he’s just so enamored by you). and just when you think you couldn’t love him any more, he pushes a dress into your hands and asks if you’ll try it because he thinks that color would just look so pretty on you 🥺🦋 (and then that one item turns into a pile of items) and the whole while you’re trying things on he’s waiting outside the dressing room waiting for you to come out and give him a lil fashion show, my HEART.

clothes shopping with him would be the sweetest 🥺

the very first time, he’s home just lounging around - you mention you have to run out to get a few things and you’ll be back in an hour or two. but he immediately gets up and says that he wants to go 🥹 hehe of course you want him to tag along <333 why wouldn’t you?! BUT first you’re like - “are you sure honey?? you might be bored” his response is giving you that smile that’s only reserved for you, and says i’m very sure :D since the he never knows when work is gonna take him away from you >:( he'll take advantage of every opportunity to spend time with you <3

hehe he just follows you around like a lost puppy but with a purpose at the same time <333 he’s more than happy to give his opinion when you ask him his thoughts on a sweater, a dress, and it gets to a point where you’re like “aaron.🙄🥰 you can’t keep telling me everything is nice. i might as well buy out the whole store at this point.” — you even pointed out the utmost ugliest sweater, just to see what he would say, and received positive feedback. he literally can’t stop complimenting you <3 and he just simply says- “well it’s not my fault everything would look amazing on you.” 🥰 and AH giving him a little fashion show <3333 his face is the equivalent to a kid in a candy store and is his fav part of shopping with you. he’s so just completely in awe of you and also he’s just ????? how in the world did i manage to get someone so beautiful to be mine????

but after that, he does take it a little more seriously - especially when he begins to tag along more. like instead of simply agreeing to what you pick or point out, he takes the initiative of picking things out himself. and the more he does that, the more picky he gets. like if you were to point out something kinda questionable (more often than not, you do that on purpose just to get a reaction out of him because it makes you laugh) he gives you that ehhh face, his eyebrows are quirked as he’s studying the piece of clothing — like, he’s not going to say he doesn’t like it, because he’s supportive of anything you want to wear and always wants you to feel comfortable and confident, but again, it’s just not it. so he’s his response is simply - let’s see what else there is before we make a decision LOL

but he loves picking out clothes for you 🥹 and every time he hands you something, he has such a loving look in his eyes and he’s almost coming off as shy, his cheeks are a lil rosy <3333 but he’s just the sweetest - “this would be stunning on you” “this color is so pretty on you” just so so so many compliments. and again, he loves the extra time with you. doing normal people things with serial killers being the farthest thing from his mind <333

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

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firstelevens · 4 months

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I must ask about WEE BABIES! do you see sambucky having kids in your au? if yes, soon after they're married or wayyy into the future? hypothetically what would happen if *gasp* their child doesn't have a sweet tooth? 😱

The answer to this question would have been a clear no a few months ago but now I think it’s fifty-fifty. If they did have a kid, it would probably be a couple years into their marriage, and if that kid did not have a sweet tooth, I think it would go a little something like this:

“This is your fault, you know.”

“My fault?”

“One hundred percent,” says Bucky, lifting their son into his lap and narrowly avoiding dragging his knuckles through ketchup. He’s opting to ignore the way that Riley dramatically flopped onto the table after pushing away his plate, a move that definitely came straight out of the Barnes playbook.

“You’re blaming me for the fact that he doesn’t like cake,” Sam says, as he brings their plates over, already dished out. The era of serving dishes on the table ended right around when Riley figured out how to get a grip on serving spoons and they haven’t gone back yet.

“He knows that—thanks, sweetheart—he knows that Daddy can’t carry him if Daddy’s carrying cake, and now he resents an entire genre of food.”

Sam snorts. “Yeah, it’s that and not the fact that he just doesn’t like sweet things.”

“He did act like we tried to poison him that time we fed him ice cream,” muses Bucky. “Doesn’t explain why he took one look at the chicken nuggets and decided that they were cake, too.”

Riley, not one to let his opinions go unvoiced, shifts his face slightly away from where it’s tucked into Bucky’s chest and cries out, “No cake!”

“No cake,” repeat Sam and Bucky, practiced enough to be in sync now.

“I think it’s the color,” says Sam, picking up one of the nuggets to examine it. “And I guess they’re shaped kind of like the gingerbread he tried and hated at Sarah’s.”

“I can’t believe cookies don’t get a pass, either,” says Bucky. “What are we supposed to bribe him with when he gets older?”

“Cucumbers,” says Sam. “And cherry tomatoes, when we’re desperate.”

“This kid’s being raised by two semi-professional bakers and he’s got the same diet as AJ’s pet turtle.”

Sam laughs out loud, and Riley immediately turns to look at him like he doesn’t want to miss it. Bucky can’t blame him, even if it does mean having to scramble to hold Riley secure in his lap as he wriggles around.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold him?” asks Sam. “How are you gonna eat?”

“I’ll be fine,” says Bucky. “One of us skipped lunch today, and it wasn’t me.”

Sam’s eyes narrow. “How’d you know that?”

“Cass ratted you out,” Bucky says. “How does a man spend ten hours a day surrounded by food and somehow still miss a meal?”

“J and I shot an extra video today so I could take tomorrow off,” says Sam, and points with his fork towards Bucky’s plate without interrupting himself. “I got distracted.”

Bucky takes the hint and looks down to see what put that little grin on Sam’s face: Riley’s chubby hand reaching out to grab one of the vareniki on Bucky’s plate. They both watch as he examines it, then grin wider as he seems to deem it far enough from cake and takes a bite.

It’s important that they not hover, so Bucky makes himself continue the conversation even though he’d much rather watch Riley copy the way Sam is eating.

“I swear, I’m gonna start setting a reminder on your phone like old people have for their pills.”

“Yeah, ‘cause what I need in a kitchen with six ovens and a dozen batches of proving dough at any given minute is more timers.”

“Then prepare for Cass to keep– wait, zaychik, that’s not a normal cucumber; I don’t think you’ll…”

Bucky trails off as Riley takes a bite of a cornichon, braced for his horrified reaction to the sourness. Instead, all they get is a thoughtful hum before he takes a second bite.

“What the hell?” mouths Sam, and all Bucky can do is shrug.

“Try the beets,” he mouths back at Sam, and watches as Sam spears a vinegar-dressed beet with his fork. A second later, Riley picks one up, too. This time, sweet doesn’t seem to be an issue, and he immediately goes for another one before turning back to the dumplings.

At some point, Sam’s phone came out of his pocket, and now he’s got it pointed at Bucky, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“What have we learned today, Buck?”

“That apparently you could’ve been wielding your influence way more often at the dinner table?”

“Bucky.”

“We’ve learned that sometimes picky eaters aren’t picky eaters,” he says, with a laugh. “Sometimes they’re just Russian.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Hey, just 'cause I'm teaching him about his family, doesn't mean you're off the hook for the cake thing.”

“Papa, no cake!”

“No cake, buddy,” Bucky intones solemnly, and kisses the side of Riley’s head. "Guess we'll just do a giant bowl of beets for the third birthday then, huh?"

(This time, when Sam throws his head back and laughs, both Riley and Bucky stop what they're doing to admire him.)

#thank you jules!!!#i guess the short answer to your question is 'panic a little bit and then feed him pickles'#local woman writes AU of own AU; dozens of circa 2012 tumblr denizens emerge to yell 'AU-ception!'#sambucky #the gbbo au #my fic #zainab does ask meme things #hot2go #next one's gonna be shorter I SWEAR

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inairbinad · 10 months

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Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire! (5)

part five of seven | Explicit (eventually) Part One | Part Four | Read on AO3

It had been less than two full days since the fair, and Steve was practically dying to be anywhere but at the Family Video. On a date with Eddie would have been preferable, but he wasn’t feeling all that picky after getting roped into picking up extra hours the day before. And now Steve was back again, wondering if Keith was single-handedly trying to keep him from finding an excuse to see Eddie.

“Please stop sighing,” Robin grumbled from across the store where she was restocking tapes. “It’s incredibly annoying.”

“I’m not sighing,” Steve argued, knowing full well he was lying.

“You are,” Robin glared at him. “And I’m sorry that your job is interfering with your love life, but you have to be here. So the least you could do is not spread your misery around.”

“You’re very mean to me,” Steve pointed out.

“I know,” Robin beamed back at him. “I’m the worst and that’s why you love me.”

Steve was gonna argue with her just to have something to do, but the phone rang before he got the chance. It was Dustin.

“What are you doing after work?” he asked without saying hello.

“Sleeping, hopefully,” Steve yawned. Back-to-back early shifts on the weekend was not something he was cut out for.

“Boring. I’m coming over,” Dustin informed him.

“May I ask why?” Steve made sure to let his lack of enthusiasm color his tone.

“First of all, because Ma is driving me a little bit batty,” Dustin complained. “Second, because I wanted to ask your advice about something Suzie related and it’s more of an in-person conversation.”

Steve’s eyes instinctively narrowed. He didn’t trust a single word Dustin said anymore, but if he was up to something Eddie related, that would be just about the only thing that could pick Steve’s spirits up at this point. So he didn’t bother to try and say no.

“Okay, when?” he asked instead.

“Do you actually care if I go over there now?” Dustin asked, his voice just a tad too sweet. “I could use the alone time and just see you after your shift. I’ll use the key under the frog.”

Several alarm bells started blaring in Steve’s head, ranging from Dustin willingly forgoing a free ride, to the fact that he wanted to spend—Steve checked the clock—three hours alone in Steve’s house.

Steve was very glad that he kept a spare shirt and some cologne in the trunk of his car for emergency after-work dates. He was kind of excited to see what the little asshole had planned next.

“Sure, kid,” Steve said with a smile. “Whatever you want.”

———

Steve really had to admire the scene that he walked into when he opened his front door.

Dustin pulled out all the cheesiest stops that he could think of, it seemed. All the lights were dimmed, candles flickered just about everywhere Steve looked, and a trail of goddamn rose petals led him through the house and out onto the back patio, which also happened to be recently decorated with several strings of fairy lights.

And there Eddie sat, dressed in his usual ripped jeans and a faded t-shirt, lounging in one of the patio chairs with all the grace of a Greek god and a small, soft smile on his face.

“Impressive little fucker, isn’t he?” Eddie asked as soon as he saw Steve taking in the view. More candles were scattered out here, easily complimenting the way the moonlight glittered against the calm surface of the pool. The table Eddie was sitting at had what looked like an entire meal prepared and waiting on it, and even a tablecloth, too. “I gotta say, I thought he might’ve been more subtle than this.”

For some reason all Steve’s half-functioning brain could ask was, “Did he leave all these candles burning and waiting for you?”

Eddie didn’t seem surprised by that question at all. He only smiled to himself and casually drummed his fingers against the tabletop as Steve made his way closer to sit.

“Oh, no,” Eddie’s eyes were full of mirth as he launched into his story about how he’d gotten roped into this one. “He let me in the front door, refused to answer any of my questions about why it looked like he was trying to seduce me, made me wait in the foyer, then booked it out the back door and took off on his bike into the woods.”

Steve folded himself into the chair opposite Eddie and hoped he looked graceful while doing it. He barely suppressed a hysterical laugh when he saw that Dustin had poured a glass of blood for Eddie into one of his mother’s crystal wine glasses.

“Subtlety isn’t exactly his strong suit,” Steve shrugged, and took a sip of the regular old Coke that was waiting for him in his own wine glass.

“Okay, fair,” Eddie agreed with a soft smile. “But I didn’t think he’d top locking us in a closet in terms of obviousness.”

“What excuse did he use on you?” Steve asked. “To get you here?”

“'Emergency' D&D character questions,” Eddie laughed. “You?”

“A conversation about Suzie that he really needed to have ‘in-person,’” Steve quoted, honestly thankful that had been a line.

“He’s lucky you didn’t have a cow and think he was gonna ask you about sex,” Eddie pointed out with a wry grin.

“Well, I might’ve,” Steve admitted, “if I didn’t know something like this was what he was really doing.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s then, like somehow he was actually surprised to hear it. Even after all this, he realized, Eddie wasn’t sure about how Steve felt. Two nights before, in somewhat of a daze in Robin’s bedroom, Steve made a promise to fix that. It seemed like now or never.

“And yet here you sit, apparently unbothered by it,” Eddie remarked.

“Yep,” Steve said, letting him dangle a little bit.

“Why?” Eddie asked, worrying at his bottom lip. Steve watched it greedily, keeping his eyes on Eddie’s mouth long enough for Eddie not to doubt his intention.

“Because I want to be here,” Steve said simply. “Why’d you stay?”

Eddie’s eyes were practically on fire as they got caught up in Steve’s. “Because I want to be here.”

Even though he knew it was coming, Steve’s stomach swooped to hear it straight from Eddie’s lips. He didn’t bother trying to hold back a beaming grin.

“Good,” he said, then pulled the lid off his plate to find that Chef Dustin made him a frozen pizza for dinner. Steve could only shake his head and laugh. “Should we eat, then?”

“Cheers.” Eddie held out his glass and clinked it against Steve’s. Then he leaned back in his seat, a picture of calm as he sipped his blood cocktail. He kept his eyes on Steve the whole time, looking over the rim of his glass and assessing Steve like he was some kind of puzzle.

“So, just to be clear,” Eddie said, and Steve bit back a self-satisfied smirk. “This is a date, right?”

“What gave it away?” Steve teased. He was entirely surprised—and pleased—to see that when Eddie looked down at his glass with a shy smile, it was to hide a blush. Steve couldn’t help himself when he said, “Wow. You’d think with the vampire powers you’d get lucky enough not to blush anymore.”

Eddie shot him a look that was both adorably embarrassed and somehow still full of heat. He squared his jaw, scoffed in an entirely offended tone, and said, “Well, my whole existence revolves around blood these days, sweetheart. So I’m afraid it’s only made mine more...reactive.”

Steve swallowed thick, catching what Eddie was hinting at, but he wanted to hear him say it.

“I’m so sorry for you,” Steve said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too big.

“It comes with other advantages,” Eddie fluttered his eyelashes and actually glanced down at his lap for a fraction of a second, so quick Steve might’ve missed it. But Steve didn’t miss anything Eddie did these days.

“You’ll have to enlighten me later,” Steve said, voice full of promise.

“Bold assertion to make on a first date, Stevie,” Eddie murmured, and Steve merely smiled at him, unwilling to back down now. Eddie placed his glass down on the table in a fluid, graceful movement that left Steve watching every muscle move beneath his t-shirt.

“I’ve already let you drink my blood, Eds,” Steve pointed out with a laugh. “I think we’re beyond the rules about which base goes with which date.”

For a split second, Eddie stared at Steve in disbelief, and he worried he’d been too forward. But then Eddie laughed, flashing his dimples at Steve in a wickedly delighted grin.

“Speaking of first dates, how did we end up on ours courtesy of Dustin Henderson?” Eddie asked, sending a little bit of bite back in Steve’s direction.

Steve was hoping for a whole lot of bite, in reality, but that could be saved for later as well.

“You know how he is when he gets a bee in his bonnet,” Steve shrugged, pushing the thought away for now. But Eddie saw right through it.

“Oh, so you didn’t encourage him at all?” Eddie asked. “He just guessed that this—and the fair, and all the other insane shit he’s done recently—was something you’d be open to?”

“I mean, we’ve both been kind of obvious,” Steve tried.

“Stevie.” Eddie’s voice dipped low, and Steve knew he wasn’t gonna wiggle out of this one. Weren’t vampires supposed to be able to read minds? Was that what was happening, or was Steve just about as transparent as Eddie’s skin, these days?

“I might have admitted to him that I have a teeny crush on you?” Steve offered up, hoping Eddie wouldn’t run wild with it.

Really, he knew better. Eddie’s face split open into a wild grin, fangs and all.

“And we both know that’s as good as opening the floodgates,” Eddie said, absolutely gleeful.

That was true enough, Steve would admit. But there was something of an undercurrent to Eddie’s expression, lurking just beneath the surface. Like some kind of deeper understanding.

“You did it too, didn’t you?” Steve asked, letting a few pieces slot together into place in an instant. Of course Dustin would have been pushing harder if he had confirmation of affection on both sides. Eddie laughed, looked away for a split second, then trained his eyes on Steve’s face again.

“Right after the pool party. He kept asking me why I was sulking,” Eddie said simply. “And he wasn’t buying the ‘I’m an undead creature now, Henderson, I’m allowed to be in a mood,’ excuses, either. He just came right out and said, ‘It’s because of Steve, isn’t it?’ And I caved. I can never say no to that little shit.”

“Well, we definitely have that in common,” Steve said around a disbelieving little laugh. Sometimes he didn’t know if he wanted to throttle Dustin or kiss his forehead. “He asked me if I hated you, and accused me of acting like King Steve again with those big sad eyes he does? So I had no choice but to admit why I was getting all flustered around you.”

“Because you had a crush on me,” Eddie added with a smirk. “Just to clarify.”

“Have,” Steve corrected, staring at Eddie unabashed now. “Present tense, Munson.”

There was that blush again. Goddamnit, this was already the most fun Steve had had on a date in ages. Maybe ever.

Steve realized that the more he opened up, the more of a response he got out of Eddie. So he kept going.

“Robin agrees with you,” Steve said casually, and Eddie tipped his head to the side in question. “Her theory is that I told him because I knew he’d help make this happen.”

“Did you?” Eddie asked, grinning again.

“I didn’t really mean to,” Steve admitted. “But, in the back of my mind, or whatever? Probably.”

“Such game, you have,” Eddie teased. He added to the effect by nudging Steve’s foot with his own. Instead of feeling embarrassed about it, Steve leaned in to the buzz of anticipation it gave him, to relinquish a little bit of power to Eddie. Steve could see how it affected Eddie, knowing how gone Steve was for him—hearing him admit the lengths he’d go to for Eddie’s attention.

“I won Lars for you, didn’t I?” Steve said, somehow managing to defend himself a little while only adding to the effect. Eddie dipped his head to give him credit for that. “And I thought my game in the pool was pretty good, even if you won that round.”

“So you did like the popsicles,” Eddie said, like he was realizing it for the first time.

“Um, obviously,” Steve said, still incredulous that Eddie hadn’t been sure. Steve was pretty sure that particular display had left him drooling.

“I mean, you got all cagey after that!” Eddie said. “I thought I freaked you out!”

“Jesus, Eds. I wasn’t freaked out, I was turned on,” Steve groaned. “And in a room full of children, wanting nothing more than to jump in your goddamn lap.”

Eddie looked at Steve like he was considering inviting him to sit in his lap now. Steve would have happily accepted, but forced himself to wait for whatever Eddie had to say, first.

“I—okay.” Eddie huffed, then leaned back in his chair and dragged his eyes down Steve’s chest. He met Steve’s gaze again with complete earnestness. “I never thought of it that way.”

“Not even after the closet?” Steve asked, an eyebrow raised. Now that he’d said it out loud and Eddie knew, he wanted Eddie to know every single time Steve felt like he’d melt in Eddie’s presence. Which was pretty much always.

“I may have noticed some…excitement,” Eddie said with a teasing grin. “But I talked myself out of it meaning anything. I’d just sucked your blood and all.”

“Eddie,” Steve sighed, wondering how on earth they were both so stupid.

“I’m not good at this like you are!” Eddie exclaimed, and Steve gave him what he hoped was a deeply skeptical look. “I’m not, okay? I can string together some pretty words but the actual wining and dining part? Dustin gets that from you, not me.”

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit,” Steve said softly. Even he had to admit he could have taken the leap, or at least done more to show his interest in Eddie was serious, but Steve wasn’t going to beat himself up over it now. Not now that Eddie was here, talking openly about his feelings and occasionally blushing. “I’m sorry for ever making it seem like I’m not crazy attracted to you, or that I wouldn’t want this.”

“We’re kinda dumb, huh?” Eddie asked, and Steve couldn’t help but grin stupidly.

“Yeah, kinda,” he agreed. “Thank god we have Dustin.”

Eddie laughed, a delighted and lilting sound, and readjusted in his seat by just a touch. He was still smiling, but had all the sincerity Steve had ever heard in his voice when he said, “I’m sorry for always assuming the worst.”

Steve might’ve had the impulse to think Eddie’s assuming the worst was about him, about his past and how he probably didn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt. But looking in Eddie’s eyes in that moment, he knew there was more to it. He could see the same insecurities he wrestled with dancing there behind Eddie’s gaze—the assumption that he couldn’t possibly be getting what he wanted.

Steve reached his hand across the table in offering, and Eddie quickly threaded his fingers through Steve’s and gently squeezed.

“Do you have popsicles for dessert?” Steve half-joked, trying to put a smile back on Eddie’s face. It felt less funny and more suggestive when Eddie’s eyes flicked to Steve’s neck, though. Steve felt a wave of heat wash over him and pool in his gut, threatening to burn him through.

Eddie raised a single eyebrow in curious inquiry. “Are you offering?”

Steve didn’t get the chance to reply before a low rumble of thunder came booming across the sky in warning, and Eddie’s eyes lit up like the promise of a storm thrilled him. The first waft of rain soaked air finally hit Steve’s nose, and he breathed in the sweet, earthy smell of it. He wasn’t in any rush to get inside if that was just the first warning boom.

It turned out he was wrong, though, and it wasn’t enough warning at all. Within seconds a sheet of rain descended upon the back patio, and the both of them were caught in the downpour. The patio umbrella they were under shielded them from most of it, but it was a good ten feet to reach the shelter of the house.

“Think we can make a run for it?” Steve asked as he quickly moved around the table towards Eddie, holding out his hand in offering. Eddie smirked, all-knowing and confident as he grabbed on and stood. Eddie’s mannerisms had always fascinated Steve, the way he used his body to perform, to impart extra emotion into everything he said and did. But now Eddie had a lithe kind of grace to him, as well, which was just as mesmerizing to watch.

Steve realized he was staring and snapped himself out of it. He dragged his eyes up towards Eddie’s and they exchanged a determined glance. Then they made a run for it.

Steve didn’t account for how Eddie’s speed would get them inside nearly unscathed. Steve had been expecting to get drenched, but Eddie deftly danced them inside with a finesse that made Steve’s stomach swoop. What few fat, cold raindrops did manage to catch them only made Steve laugh, feeling all at once like a little kid again from the thrill of it.

“Forgot you could do that,” Steve said, breathless once Eddie had the patio door sliding shut behind them again. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to shake loose what little rain had caught him.

Eddie was still watching the rain through the door, an almost spellbound look on his face.

“You okay?” Steve asked, laying a gentle hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie turned to him with a smile that made Steve’s heart beat a little faster.

“Perfect, actually. I was scared I would hate lightning now, after everything.” Eddie paused to look out through the glass doors, apparently marveling at the way the rain made the surface of the pool ripple. “This is the first good storm since I woke up, though. I’m glad I'm with you for it.”

“Me, too,” Steve all but whispered, just as another crack of lighting broke across the sky, illuminating Eddie’s pale skin in a milky glow. He was so goddamn beautiful that Steve’s breath caught.

Of course, it was in that moment that the power cut out.

“Seriously?” Steve laughed as he looked around them. Thanks to Dustin’s candles they weren’t immediately plunged into darkness, at least. “All that planning and the little shit didn’t check the weather?”

Eddie snorted as he turned around and took in the scene around them, with everything now illuminated in a soft glow. “I’m wondering if this isn’t exactly how he planned it, actually.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing Eddie was probably right. “If I find out we’re the only ones without power…”

“C’mon Stevie,” Eddie chuckled and tugged him towards the living room. “Might as well make good use of the candles and rose petals.”

Part Six!

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Hey it’s me again lmao. I loved the last head cannons you did for me so I wanted to come back. Can you maybe do head cannons for teaching Brahms, Vincent and Thomas how to crochet? I’m learning myself and I think it’s pretty fun. Thank you stay groovy <3

I will eternally groove my humble broski, just for you. Ahhh I love this cause I knit!!! I was knitting a blanket but I vastly underestimated how much yarn I would need, so it may just be a scarf instead (I was gonna knit in strips...it may not be a single strip). My aunt crochets, she'd make dresses for my dolls when I was younger. Enjoy dear!!!

Brahms Heelshire:

This is going to go one of two ways. One, he will lose his goddamn mind. Rage quits like he's fighting sans in Undertale. Cannot sit still long enough and has no patience for the needle and the possible issues of A) the yarn starting to unravel or 2) it's too small/big for him to work with well

Personally, I don't know if that's my favorite. I think the second way it goes is he picks it up instantly (or maybe even already knows how, it seems like something his mother would do it and he'd pick it up to pass the time in the walls/connect to his mother, or she made him learn how to)

Going on the second path, he fricking loves it. Perfect way to fidget, to have a part of him moving. He'd make y'all a blanket to like, celebrate/commemorate your relationship. Then he moves on to beanies (I need him in a beanie like yesterday).

I do think he would get frustrated at first, especially if he's trying to make you something. He also could spend hours looking for yarn online. Could, would, and will

He'd make plushies, but you would have to beg him to. After he makes one, he's hooked (get it? Hehe). Would absolutely make stuffies of you and him, any pets y'all may get, favorite animals, everything (do you need like a pattern/recipe for crocheting plushies? And if anyone knows how to read a knitting recipe let me know haha-)

I love the image of you coming back from a very brief grocery run and he has some granny glasses on, the ones with the beaded string around the back, and he's just working away on a blanket

Relating to that, he stress-crochets. I've stress-knit before, and I can see him doing that if you have to go out for any period of time (keeps his stuffie of you in his lap and talks to it until you get back).

You have unlocked Granny Brahms, before long he starts baking apple pies Vincent Sinclair:

I'm a fairly crafty fellow myself, and I have a personal mission to learn as many types of art as possible. Vincent is the same way, and considers crocheting to fit under this category.

I don't think he has trouble with it at all, he's got pretty nimble fingers and can keep track of the yarn and the hook

I can also see him with the granny glasses, sitting by candlelight in the house or his workshop. AND he already worries about you like a grandmother, it fits perfectly lol

Loves making blankets and throws to stash around the house (IDK why it's hotter than hell in Louisiana). Would try to make things to make the town look more lively, and would store his extra blankets in one of the houses

AKJHFHD I can see him having certain sets of blankets for different seasons, like how clothing brands have the fall sets and winter sets and whatever? He's serious about his blankets

HE'D MAKE JONSEY LITTLE HATS AND BOOTIES OH MY GODDDDD

Would probably explore making plushies on his own, and gift you with one, then another one, and another one, and maybe just one more- (I am attached to my stuffies, even if mine aren't crocheted).

I don't think he'd make a family of stuffies like Brahms, but he'd absolutely make one of you to keep on his desk

Makes Jonesy toys, absolutely

Has a wide, varied range of yarn, and if he has to ask one of his brothers to get him yarn, he is very specific. This man is an artist, he will have the right color and he will dumb it down for his brothers to make sure they get the exact shade he needs

No he'd paint little cards with the color he needs 😭

I think he would like crocheted tops, both for the statues and for you. . . Thomas Hewitt

Ohhh this man is another crafty one, already has like a case full of hooks

It'd be cool to think he might have crocheted his first masks, not sure I'm sold on that but food for thought

Luda would teach him to crochet, it gives him something to do especially when he can’t play with the other kids and switches over to homeschooling

Makes blankets, even if it’s entirely too hot in tex-ASS to wear skin let alone fabric

Anyways along the lines of Luda Mae teaching him, she’d always look out for different colors she thinks he may like. Buys him yarn and hooks and is overall the supportive mother we all want and need

I think he’d also like crocheted clothes👀and he would kill Hoyt for even breathing lewdly near you

Plushies. Makes all the plushies. Makes you all the plushies. Every farm animal imaginable. They are yours

OMG WHAT IF HE HAD SHEEP AND MADE HIS OWN YARN THA’D BE SO CUUUUTE

Thomas makes his own yarn confirmed

I think he’d be really patient with crocheting, but he might get a little frustrated with smaller yarn and hooks cause his fingers are kinda big (yummy)

Awww no what if he made potholders for the kitchen, OH AND MAKES LUDA MAE GIFTS FOR HER BIRTHDAY NO CAP

One time, Hoyt said it was “wrong” and emasculating (not his words, he doesn’t know what that means) for Tommy to crochet, so Tommy crocheted a blanket with the phrase ‘fuck you’ on it and gave it to Hoyt for his birthday

Luda chuckled and told Hoyt he got what he got, Tommy was grinning under his mask, and Monty laughed and stole the blanket (and still uses it to this very day)

Ok I tried!!!! I loved this prompt so much, knitting and crocheting are so much fun and these are the three that I feel like would enjoy yarn crafts. I hope you like it!! <333333

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Cousin Buckley: The PREQUEL! ✨

A/N: Cousin Buckley has reached a nice stopping point at the moment, but why not give you guys a snippet of how it all came to be? And let's be honest--I love and miss it way too much to ever actually be done! This was so much fun, and I have missed this trio so much!! I hope you enjoy this, and please show love and support!

Warnings: none! just fluff :)

Word count: ~500

See my Cousin Buckley Masterlist for more!

“Great, I can’t wait to see you, Y/N/N! Yeah, definitely, I can pick you up! Okay, I love you too! Bye!”

“Who was that?” Eddie asked, poking his head into Robin’s room.

“Y/N,” Robin said simply. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” Eddie replied. “How do you know her?”

“Is she, you know, a friend?” Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ew, no! You’re disgusting, Harrington. It’s my cousin, she’s coming for the summer.”

“Oh, well isn’t that lovely,” Eddie smiled.

“Yeah, I’m excited for her to come,” Robin said carefully.

“She’s holding back from us, Munson,” Steve said with narrowed eyes. “What is she, hot or something?”

“How old is she?” Eddie asked.

“Oh my gosh!” Robin groaned, trying to push the boys out of the room.

“Just tell me her age, the color of her eyes, and her taste in men!” Steve yelled.

“Twenty, Y/E/C, and not either of you two!” Robin yelled, successfully slamming the door in the boys’ faces.

“Well, that went terribly,” Eddie huffed.

“Munson, did you not hear Robin? She’s twenty and probably single! And she’s going to be here all summer.”

The boys looked at each other intensely, then both yelled at the same time.

“I wanna ask her out!”

“No, I am!”

“Neither of you are!” Robin yelled from her now open door.

“How about friends?” Eddie offered.

“I know better than to accept that offer,” Robin scoffed.

“When does she get here?” Steve asked.

“None of your business, dingus.”

“Oh, but I think it is my business,” Steve said, leaning against the doorframe. “If I’m not mistaken, you said you have to pick her up, yes?”

Robin twitched, and Steve turned to Eddie.

“That is what Robin said, right Eddie?”

“Um, yeah, yeah, she did.”

“Now, Robin,” Steve said, leaning closer, “how are you gonna drive to pick her up?”

Robin rolled her eyes, sucking her teeth and crossing her arms.

“I was going to ask to borrow your car,” she muttered.

“Ah, but you only have a permit,” Steve said. “You need your designated driver.”

Robin sighed loudly, then looked at Steve with pursed lips.

“Fine, Steve, can you please come pick Y/N up with me?” Robin said, clearly hating every moment of this conversation.

“I would love to, Robin! Thank you so much for inviting me,” Steve smirked triumphantly.

“Eddie, you have to come too,” Robin said flatly, ignoring Steve, whose face was now pale.

“Thanks, Buckley!” Eddie smirked, nudging Steve.

“What?” Steve said in a quiet anger.

“Oh, please, like I’m going to spend one hour on the way to the airport with you just talking about your plan to seduce her and then be cursed to watch it play out during the hour back. No, Munson’s gotta come too,” Robin concluded. Steve ran his hands through his hair in exasperation.

“Why, why are you ruining this for me?” Steve groaned. Robin shrugged and chuckled.

“Misery loves company.”

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 6 months

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Dismantled Chapter Nine

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not completely happy with this one but also i do this for free and for fun so im not gonna stress about it

Trigger Warnings: mentions of dying, panic attacks, PTSD, also the muzzle™️ gets brought up

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Something was wrong with him.

Anytime he so much as thought of his brothers, of his previous life, he was plagued with a panic that rivaled being dangled over the edge of a cliff, raging waters crashing against the rocks below. More than a moment of thinking about it would have him falling, dying dying dying, body crushed, drowned, and destroyed.

He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why it was happening. Was this seriously a result of his… what, trauma? Sure, he’d figured he and his brothers all had issues (oh god, oh god don’t think about them just stop thinking about them it hurts this hurts so bad please stop—), but he’d never thought them to be this bad.

Maybe all their unsupervised adventures and hero stuff really had taken a toll on him.

With the amount of raw panic he’d been experiencing, his energy had never been more drained. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and the only way to solve the problem was. Well. To stop thinking about it.

Easier said than done, of course, but he couldn’t find another drop of energy to spend on crying.

And through it all, this wanna-be father figure of his just… comforted him. Anytime Donnie began to show signs of oncoming panic, he wouldn’t just leave him alone. He’d stay, he’d manage to find just the right things to say to help him calm down.

It was… weirdly really nice. His terror didn’t feel stupid, when d-he was there.

“Okay, here’s an idea,” his… he was blanking. Why was he blanking? — said. “I need to go to the store, we’re running low on some stuff. How about you make me a list of stuff we can get to help relieve some of this stress you’ve been experiencing?”

“Seriously?” He asked, half-sure he’d hit his head again.

“Yeah, bud! Whatever you need.”

Donnie cracked a smile. “I don’t suppose uranium is on the table—?”

He laughed, shaking his head fondly as he slid a sheet of paper across the table. “Within reason, kiddo.” He passed over a pen. “Here’s the list, just jot down whatever you can think of and I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

That was just so… so considerate.

“Oh, um… thank you.” It just felt surreal. This wasn’t something that Splinter (don’t think about him thinking about him hurts stop wait makeitstop) would do. He wouldn’t have even pretended to care.

Determined not to snap the pen in his rising anxiety, he swallowed the thought down. He wasn’t going to think about that stuff right now. He was literally trying to figure out how to stop freaking out like that.

He took a deep breath, pouring his energy into staring down at the paper and trying to determine what would actually be helpful. Fidget toys? Possibly. A weighted blanket? Most definitely, but was that too expensive?

What would really help, he mused, would be something to tinker with. He hadn’t built or created anything in… how long had he been here?

He could only imagine the amount of stress he could relieve if he could wield his array of tools. Of course, his tools were upgraded beyond an average plebeian’s comprehension. Those tools were probably still in his lab back home, which — home. Shredder. Danger danger dangerdangerdanger!

Wow, trauma kind of sucked.

Shaking his head, he jotted down whatever he could think of before sliding the list awkwardly back across the table.

“Alright, I’ll be back in an hour or two, okay? If you get hungry, there are apple sauce packets in the fridge — nothing else while I’m gone. You know how I feel about chokeables. Do you want to set up a movie?”

And, yeah, he kind of did want to set up a movie.

And so they did. Through it all, as Donnie sat in the living room, with complete freedom to move; as he snacked on apple sauce and watched a cartoon he’d never heard of on the TV; as he idly worked a coloring page he’d been offered (with crayons, no less)… not once did the thought of leaving even cross his mind. More accessible to him than ever was the door, but it seemed stupid to go through it, now.

Out there was scary. It was dangerous. He couldn’t defend himself, he was just a kid. And, well, he’d always been somewhat useless without his tech.

And boy, a part of him did itch to work, to create something from nothing, to make a gadget or gizmo that could make his life easier. Maybe he should ask about that…

He flipped his coloring page over, beginning to sketch out various designs and ideas for tech he could make. A better toaster, firstly. The one they had didn’t seem to work very well.

It was nice to get back to this part of himself. The part that had been aching to build. And of course, every good creation started with a rough sketch.

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It had been a few days. The fidget toys (and weighted blanket, which Donnie couldn’t even begin to describe how appreciative he was for), had been more helpful than he could have anticipated. The random spikes of anxiety were still present, but they felt so much easier to deal with. It was nice.

And, something he couldn’t have anticipated at all: he’d actually been given access to tools. His… caretaker? His dad? (unsure, but it was kind of starting to feel like a nicer word to fit his mouth around), had even gone out to find some scrap parts. The only catch was that he needed to be supervised when he handled any of that stuff, but Donnie could absolutely live with that. He’d upgraded the toaster the first chance he got, feeling happier than he could remember in a long while.

In fact, he was actively enjoying a perfectly done piece of toast from the freshly fixed-up machine, when, out of absolutely nowhere—

“What are you up to, sunshine?”

“Fuck!” Donnie screeched, so startled that he dropped the last bit of his bread. He clamped his clean hand over his mouth. “I — I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say — you startled me, I — I’m sorry,” he stammered, heart racing. He scratched at a phantom rash on his face.

It had happened again, a few days ago. He hadn’t been thinking, and he’d said one of those stupid words, and… he really, really didn’t like that thing. He desperately didn’t want to have to deal with again so soon. Or ever.

The expression on his caretaker’s face was neutral, unreadable. Or maybe Donnie was just really bad at reading people. He wasn’t sure of things like that, these days. Things about himself.

“You used the toaster.”

Oh, no. He’d honestly just… forgotten. It was just another item on the long list of things that he wasn’t supposed to do without “supervision”.

“Sorry,” he mumbled again, bracing himself for whatever punishment was about to come his way. Not the muzzle. Please not the muzzle.

There was a long, drawn out sigh. “It’s okay.”

…what?

He wasn’t mad? That was… he’d expected him to be really mad. Not that he was complaining, but… this had to be some kind of trick, he was sure.

“I know you’re still getting used to all this. Just… don’t do it again, okay?”

“Okay…” he agreed, nodding slowly. As little sense as this made to him, he was not about to question it. Out loud, at least.

“Anyway, I was thinking.”

“Dangerous,” Donnie quipped, entirely on reflex.

He barked out a laugh. “I was thinking,” he continued, suddenly so lighthearted and smiling and for some unexplainable reason, contagious. Donnie felt warm in the happiest of ways. Like he hadn’t just been anticipating a horror-show as consequence for saying the wrong thing. “How about we go to the library?”

Was that… was that an offer to leave the house? That was… completely unprecedented. What was going on today?

“I’m… banned from the library,” he finally responded, stupidly.

“How could you possibly—? Actually, we can talk about that later. This is a different library. I’m sure you’re dying to stretch your legs.”

He was, but with his experience, there had to be some kind of ulterior motive here. “Why?”

His brow furrowed. “Why… what?”

“Why… ugh, why do you want to take me to the library?”

“I just thought you’d enjoy getting out of the house. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to—”

“No, no I want to, I just… what do you get out of it?”

“Um… spending time with my kid?”

While before, that would have made him deeply uncomfortable, now it just… sat in him with a giddy warmth. His kid. It was nice to be wanted.

“Oh.” he finally said, sitting with that for a moment. “Yeah, I… but I thought… somethin’ about a concussion?” He asked. His brain hurt. He was supposed to be better at using it than this.

“It should be mostly healed up by now.”

And, well, that was good enough for him.

It didn’t go unnoticed, as they actually left the house, that it wasn’t the door he’d grown accustomed to staring at that they existed through. It was a different door, one that, even as he stepped through it, he couldn’t quite place where specifically it was in the house. It was like his mind was just… warping around it. That was so weird, why would it—?

But he didn’t have the time to finish the thought, because for the first time in ages, he was actually outside.

The street was lined with houses that looked completely dissimilar from each other, each with yards that Donnie had to assume would never be HOA-approved in the human world above. They were certainly more interesting to look at than a human suburb. If he were allowing himself to think of the things he didn’t want to think about, he’d assume that Mikey would love this area. But he wasn’t thinking about that.

It wasn’t a long walk before the scenery quickly began to change to the Hidden City that Donnie was used to seeing. Another side of town, of course, as he didn’t recognize anything specifically. Then again, it wasn’t as if he was a frequenter of the place.

Despite his strong distaste for most things mystic, the Hidden City remained fascinating.

Before long, there it was: yet another mystic library. Did the Hidden City really need two endless voids of limitless knowledge? Not that he was complaining. Libraries were number one on Donnie’s list of Places He Enjoyed.

“Great Galileo,” he said softly as they entered, mindful of his volume. “I could get lost in here for days and be happy.”

The librarian looked down her nose at him, gaze flickering between the pair. “Kiddy room is over there,” she said, waving dismissively.

His heart seized at the memory of that place. For a room for little kids, it was one of the most horrifying experiences that had ever happened to him. He could be quiet this time. He swore he could.

His definitely not-dad laughed, beating him to the punch. “That won’t be necessary,” he said, “we just need directions to the… what was it?”

“Erm… mechanical engineering, please,” Donnie said, rocking on his heels awkwardly.

The librarian raised her eyebrows, staring at him like he’d grown a second head. Or… something that wasn’t somewhat common in yokai-culture, probably. “Catalog is to your left,” she said, “were we looking for children’s science books, or…?”

“Oh, no. He’s brilliant, real sharp. Smartest kid I’ve ever seen.”

Real, genuine, unprompted compliments from a parent aged-adult? He could get used to this. He… could get used to this…

“Right…” the librarian hummed, seemingly bored. “And are we signing him up for a library card, today?”

“Ooh!” he exclaimed. He hadn’t even known that was an option! “Can I?” he asked, squeezing his hands in an effort not to flap them in his excitement.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Name?” she asked, typing away.

“Donatello Ha—” he cut himself off, a tinge of doubt clouding his long-practiced answer. “Um… Donatello.”

“Mhmm. Can I see your ID?” She asked, though this time, she wasn’t addressing him.

His parent aged adult pulled out a small card, handing it over to her.

“Mhmm…” she muttered to herself as she typed, “Scorch…” she said under her breath, Donnie just barely catching the word.

Scorch.

So that was this guy’s name, huh? It felt… weird to know it, after so much time going without. He felt like being a little kid learning that his dad’s name wasn’t really dad. He supposed that was exactly what it was like.

“Okay,” she finally announced, “he’s all set up.”

It was nice to have a dad that would actually do these things for him. He’d never had a legitimate library card before.

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“Excuse me,” a young yokai boy said, politely stepping around Donnie. He paused, staring at him quizzically for a moment. “Sorry — have we met? You look familiar.”

“Probably not,” Donnie said, lifting the book he’d just picked off the shelf and begun flipping through to signify that he wasn’t in the mood for conversation.

The boy didn’t move. Was his social cue not obvious enough?

“No man, I swear I’ve seen you before…” he snapped his fingers, eyes going wide. “Wait, holy shit, you’re one of those turtles from that weird-ass mascot thing in New York!”

Donnie looked up, utterly confused. “What?”

“That Times Square bullshit — all those yokai that were in the costumes, and you guys like, exposed them? Dude, that was not cool.”

Oh. He remembered that day. They’d been out, just trying to get a present for… oh.

His chest felt too tight.

Focus on something else. Focus on something else.

Like how this kid kept swearing. Trying to sound, what, mature? The words left his head muffled, like he could still feel the muzzle.

Maybe he should have chosen something else to focus on. His breathing wasn’t right. His hands tightened around the book hard enough to rip the paper. If he tried to move now, he was sure he’d be so unsteady he would fall. That imagery of the rocky cliffside felt closer than ever, right now. Another inch and he’d be pushed right off.

“It went super viral, dude, I knew I recognized you, you guys really weren’t thinking, were you?”

His throat felt too tight to form a response. What was he even supposed to say? He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, oh god—

“What’s going on here?”

Donnie breathed a sigh of relief.

“You bothering my kid?”

The boy who’d been pestering him laughed awkwardly. “Oh, uh, no sir. I was just asking him… y’know, nevermind.”

As the boy scurried off, his savior knelt down, fussing over him. “Are you okay, bud? What did he say to you?”

“Nothing, he just…” Donnie trailed off, heart pounding in his chest as he fought off those memories.

“Breathing exercises, remember? It’s okay, deep breath in… deep breath out. You’re okay. You’re here.”

He was here. He was safe. It was fine. It was all totally, completely fine.

“Thanks, dad.” He said, exhausted as he calmed his racing heart. He didn’t even quite register what had slipped right from his mouth. He hadn’t even thought about it. It just felt right. It felt safe.

He felt completely and totally safe.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #kat writes #fic #fanfiction #rottmnt fic #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt angst #rottmnt whump #whump #hurt/comfort #angst #rise fanfic #panic attacks #ptsd #mentions of death

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 1 year

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The only other thing I can think of that they might keep Volo around for, besides being a good salesman when he actually bothers, is that maybe he goes so far off the beaten path that he occasionally finds pockets of people they can sell things to. That doesn't quite work well in Hisui since there's just the three groups, but who knows, maybe he isn't actually a native and they picked him up as a stray elsewhere.

I feel like it'd be especially scandalous for wardens in the mirelands and icelands to be in a relationship with a warden of the opposing faction, because those are where the clans are. They have people from their own clans nearby they could pick from, unlike in, say, the coastlands, where they're the only ones around so getting cozy with the other human there is pretty common. What makes it even funnier about it being Gaeric is that by necessity they'd have to meet up indoors, since I'm sure that there's no way a regular Diamond Clan member is gonna be as cold resistant as he is. Which leaves like two, maybe three, options: Gaeric's dwelling in the Pearl Clan, the temple, and maybe the other warden's tent if they have one and aren't living in the temple. Which would make it a little hard to be surreptitious, considering that iirc the temple has a Pearl Clan member guarding the door. I do wonder how the other warden would pull off explaining where they got their kid though, other than maybe "oh I had a liaison with a Ginko Guild merchant one night."

Who would she have borrowed them from though?? Especially considering they're so powerful. No idea when or why she'd have gone to the volcano, but hell, maybe she was in the highlands one day and found one in a distortion bubble. Her rhyperior is the highest level by a good amount, and that's easy enough to get if she takes a quick flight over to the highlands to pick up a rhydon (or it's gifted to her, like Lian's goomy probably was), and she can get any of the electivire line in the icelands especially once she has a ground type. The question then would be where is she keeping them when she's out flying around??

Ohhh, that's true. Adaman would have the incentive to ask Irida right after Sabi was appointed, whereas Irida would likely have waited for a while to see if Ingo was able to thrive once he was out of the freezing cold or if it still wouldn't be enough. Sabi is also somewhat of a more immediate concern, given that she's a child who, precognition or not, likely won't really know how to fend entirely for herself. If Ingo was like, actively dying, that'd be one thing, but since it's a fairly slow decline she probably would wait to see how he does before taking the issue into her own hands. I feel like he probably would go straight to Irida, since he figures she's honestly more likely to take offense to him not bothering to ask her to her face than she is to him asking her to keep an eye on Sabi lol, but if he did go for a warden it'd probably be Ingo bc he's closer, Adaman can actually go to the highlands without serious prep, and also he's also probably easier to find far enough away from the Pearl Clan settlement to avoid being seen by Irida, bc otherwise what's the point lol (not that Gaeric doesn't go far afield from the settlement, but it's really too cold for Adaman to spend potentially hours wandering around trying to find him, especially with a partner that's weak to almost everything up there).

Wait, that's a good point that they probably historically are pretty well acquainted to hares, so Ingo would be even more concerning to them. That might have actually helped get him sympathy from them too on top of him saving baby sneasler, if they've never seen another type of hare before so from a glance he looks like a shaved, starving, off-color arctic/showshoe hare lmao. And then when they see him out in the wild and he acts so off... well, it just raises a lot of red flags, is all.

ooh that's an interesting thought! i do think ginter's group isn't hisui-specific and wanders around like, johto-kanto-hoenn as well. and the ginkgo guild as a whole is global which i think i've talked about somewhere before. so he probably would have ample opportunity to bother other regions, lol. though i do think he has to be from hisui though, bc otherwise his viewing himself as the rightful champion of arceus (and even knowing anything about arceus at all to start with) starts to make No sense. not that anything about volo's motives or decisions makes sense to start with.

mmm that's a good point re: it being more taboo for icelands/mirelands wardens to have any relationship with the other clan. and them not having a lot of opportunities for privacy. though i doubt braviary's warden lives in the temple considering it really doesn't seem set up for habitation that we know of. ...sidenote, what even is the deal with snowpoint temple in pla?? i mean it contains regigigas, but iirc it doesn't seem like the clans. know? that? so what do they think it's for? why are they maintaining it?? usually temples are For Things! (now i'm getting really off topic but i DO think there's a connection/parallel btwn snowpoint temple in the icelands, and solaceon in the mirelands. they're both temples/sacred sites, located in the region home to one clan, seemingly under the domain of the opposite warden despite that.) anyway yeah, the ginkgo guild is probably a lot more socially acceptable than the pearl clan, even if it's not strictly approved of per se.

yeah this is why i'm not convinced they're strictly canon in a non-gameplay sense, bc of a) where did she get magmortar and b) whare are the LOGISTICS of this tiny child who rides a giant bird around all the time somehow keeping three big grounded pokemon as partners. it would make WAY more sense for her to have more flying-types or icelands mons! but that's besides the point

i could see adaman thinking that irida might be more offended at his avoiding her. whereas him actually asking her, specifically, about his warden might be seen as sort of a gesture of trust? like, we're both cooperating now, let's open this new connection between us by lowering the clan divides for wardens somewhat. which, in turn, would definitely make irida way more comfortable asking the diamond clan about ingo.

yeah!! i wonder if, if the mirelands don't see a lot of lagomorphs, that might be yet another reason that they see him as Theirs. like he's a weird hare that makes everyone nervous, yeah, but he's still a hare, which means he's pearl clan and theirs to look after. if that makes sense?

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #anthro legends arceus

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Okay it’s been like 4 hours and I’m still having feelings so. TUA S3 thoughts, mostly by character.

Disclaimer, I’ve been watching in weekly bouts for four weeks now, so it’s entirely possible I may have forgotten something along the way, especially from the very first few episodes.

Luther: I still miss the days of S1 when Luther had no life experience and Diego was bullheaded, but they both still seemed, you know, pretty fucking competent despite that. That said, this season could have been worse. The romance was sweet, and had a few good scenes for him when they got to actually bond; if not for that I think it would have absolutely strangled this season, but they had just enough good scenes that, considering how both of them grew up and that the world was ending, I could buy it. I liked seeing him absolutely losing it on the moon in episode 9, too.

Diego: I hate Diego and Lila’s romance less this season. (I liked Lila last season as a character, I just didn’t like the romance in particular.) They were pretty cute, actually. Diego as a father: fine, had a few moments where I went uuugh but was handled decently overall. Again, I miss season one where he felt competent. I feel like I hated what they did with him here less than season two but it’s kind of hard to remember that at the moment when the main thing I remember from the final two episode. “She said yes, so I say no, how’s that for nice” -- really? Diego has his moments of pettiness and I buy that as a character trait generally but this just felt. badly handled. Especially when there are better reasons to go for it! (Like, Reginald can’t be trusted! Could have mentioned that instead of having him go for it and then change his mind to spite his girlfriend! The whole tihng would have worked better if he hadn’t been so ready to sign on before, honestly.)

Allison: If they had just cut out the end of THAT scene with Luther, I think I would have been overwhelmingly more positive on Allison’s arc this season. I like her falling apart. I like her lashing out cruelly, something I’ve always felt we saw the potential for in her from the very beginning. I like her dealing very, very badly with the trauma of living in the 60s, losing her daughter, losing her voice which is also her best way of keeping herself safe, and the world almost ending repeatedly. I still think there’s parts of it I’d be more meh on than not -- I feel like how exactly she ended up working with Reginald is unclear, and I would have liked to see that scene; and while I think handing Harlan over made sense, I think she should have brought him alive instead of killing him herself. But Allison absolutely breaking the fuck down after everything works for me in theory. It’s just that the near-assault colored everything so badly. If she’d just made him stay so he couldn’t go help the Sparrows/be with Sloane, I think it would have made sense, it would have been a reason for Luther to feel hurt by her actions and like once he had the chance to go he should, but it wouldn’t have left it feeling like she’d crossed a major line and then that fact never really got dealt with to the extent it deserved. I don’t forsee it coming up again in the future even if we get season four, either, so I feel like that’s just gonna be a blemish on the show that never gets handled.

Klaus: Fine. I have nothing really to say. Klaus was my least-favorite in season one and two -- I get why he’s the favorite of so many, and I didn’t dislike him, he’s just the Umbrella team member whose plotlines tended to interest me the least, and I don’t find a lot of the stuff he says funny, which makes the character less fun to spend time with. But I liked him well enough this season that the Reginald betrayal hurt (even though I was waiting for it). He got some really good scenes trying to deal with his powers and getting played by his father figure, and I liked his dynamics with pretty much all his siblings and with Sparrow!Ben. Glad they left the Dave stuff behind for the season.

Five: I also have nothing really to say here? I like Five in season one and two, and season three Five feels like a logical extension of that and the circumstance. He feels extremely consistent and continues to be a great part of the show.

Viktor: I loved pretty much all of Viktor’s storyline, especially the transition bit, but I also kind of feel like I need to rewatch, because right now it feels like Viktor had three disjointed plotlines this season (brokering peace with the Sparrows; save Harlan; fighting with Allison/teaming up with Five to figure out Reginald) instead of one smooth arc, even though they all logically lead into each other and the last clearly results from the second, and I’m not sure why that is. Of them, brokering peace with the Sparrows is my favorite part even though I generally liked the last couple episodes of the season more than the beginning. I like him taking the lead so smoothly for a bit, it was good.

Lila: Again, I liked her as a character last season, and I like her all the more this season now that the romance is less grating. I like that even as they’re becoming an official couple, they’re still immensely dysfunctional and Lila doesn’t really know how to have a normal relationship. She’s interesting, she’s got good chemistry with a lot of the siblings, I loved the flashback of her dealing with seeing her mom kill her, as well as her and Five in the Commission’s ruins. No real complaints here.

Ben: I love him, in all his power-scheming, attention-starved, bitter, angry glory. I do miss Umbrella!Ben a little, but Sparrow!Ben was great fun. He’s so fucked up, and it was beautiful. I liked everyone’s reactions to him and I really loved how he reacts to the rest of them reacting with them, it just worked really well. His allyship/antagonism with Fei was a lot of fun, too.

Sloane: I so badly wanted them not to go the route of “power-hungry, angry, antagonistic Sparrows, and the one nice one, who gets a romance and a family as a reward for being The Good One”. I really wanted them to show more shades of grey on the Sparrows as a whole, and more depth to Sloane too. That said, I warmed up to her more as time went on, and we got some bits I liked a lot -- I liked her anger in the last episode, and her doing the math when they were dealing with the blitz was small but good. I did enjoy her, and like I said, the romance was sweet, just... she felt like a trophy in a lot of way, and I didn’t get a very good sense of how she survived and fit with the rest of the Sparrows, either. Speaking of which...

Sparrows: The Sparrows were the most interesting part of the season and I’m still so pissed that they killed them off like that. They barely got to do anything! They were all great in their brief time around, and then they just wrote them off! I didn’t really expect to come out of this feeling like this season needed more Sparrows, even though I was going into it more excited for them than a lot of people I saw. But I really, really did. (Especially Marcus. He and Viktor were really interesting in their like two minutes of screentime together, and I wanted to see more between him and Luther, and just. SO MUCH missed opportunities with the Sparrows.)

Other scattered thoughts:

I hate the Footloose dance scene, I’m sorry. I mean, not the scene itself, it was fun and that’s fine if I wholesale lift it from the episode, but just. Fucking one episode we had one of the major Sparrow characters, and a good chunk of it went to this scene that didn’t advance the plot or do anything for anyone involved. I don’t even feel like we got anything out of seeing what Diego’s fantasy sequence is since it didn’t really say anything about him. It just felt like they went “you want a dance sequence, so, let’s check off dance sequence as early as possible”. Wasted time.

This season felt gross. The blood, the direct-to-camera mother deaths, the fucking bugs, ugh. I don’t know how much I’d rewatch it just for character reasons but I really don’t know how mcuh I’m gonna rewatch it because it had a lot that felt visually unpleasant. I don’t know if it actually was gorier than before, but something in the framing of it meant the scenes felt more disgusting and harder to watch for me than anything before.

I’m so glad Reginald’s still the bad guy. I generally worried for a few minutes there, and I was possibly going to have to stop watching mid-episode if he genuinely had done a turn and was going to be redeemed. Once he started being a bastard again I was so relieved. Not sure if my response to the Sparrows keeping him docile was supposed to be “good for them”, but it definitely was.

Most of what I walked out of the season with was basically “I like these characters and the messed up ways they grew up, I wanna smush them together in various ships and also read a lot about their fucked up childhoods and totally ignore the actual season’s plot”. Which is better than my being ready to totally ignore season two, I guess? Like I said, I think... slightly better. I’m having feelings about it, and there’s a lot in season two I disliked too mcuh to even leave me feeling overall conflicted. And I like that things got darker again, even though I feel like it’s not handled as well as season one’s tone. But season one’s still the pinnacle of the show for me and I get the feeling that even if they come back again, that’s gonna be where most of my heart lies permanently.

#m: we didn't choose this life #that was a LOT wow #i didn't mean to talk so much but #i have thoughts and i wanted to put them down somewhere #so here we are

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what is finch? what do u like about it ? <- been looking for your referral code but u might have deleted those posts

oh hi hello hello! it's really just a self care app that i shamelessly shill for because its actually been a source of delight for me for like. over a year now and that's pretty rare in terms of self care bullshit in general. it's gotten me to remember to eat and take my meds better than just Trying To Remember. i'll explain why it's so cute under a cut though because i actually did ramble.

you get to hatch a tiny baby finch (and i mean stupidly tiny. it's so tiny it hurts) and name it and give it pronouns both of which you can change at any time, and when you build energy by either setting goals(drink water, say hi to a neighbor, shower, brush teeth, etc), doing lil reflections/self check quizzes, or sending Good Vibes to people in your tree town (my method bc i have convinced like 20 people onto this silly thing ndbdnfn) you get sent on a lil adventure that takes like 6 hours but you can speed up the baby's return by completing goals or doing any of the other energy gaining things mentioned above. when they return they'll have a cute thing to show you or ask, usually about the real life place they're visiting, and you get two options to reply with that'll help them build a personality, likes and dislikes. your finch can like shrek if you play your cards right.

you can also get the cutest lil outfits ever with rainbow stone currency which it does NOT expect you to buy more of in-game. the only expense is entirely optional and it is the only downside because it's a single payment not broken up into monthly subscription but i did it anyway because i actually found some real help in this thing and i am guilty of wanting access to more outfits jdjdjf. but you can absolutely enjoy yourself without doing That. it took me a long time to even consider it. but i do promise it never asks you to spend money outside of the optional subscription, which is good.

if i give you my referral code you'll also get a little micropet! a lot of people have been getting the seal, she's adorable. you get micropets by doing the monthly events which have themed outfits and furniture you can collect by playing daily and My G-d It's So Cute.

here are some examples:

activity things

some bedrooms (my fave is peachy)

some outfits (yes there's some extensive pride gear; they use the emily gwen lesbian flag also. and there's an autism pride flag! and disability pride, intersex pride, etc.)

lil profile page. look how tiny he is. even as a grown adult bird. he's so small. so SMALL!!!!

(as they grow up you can also gain more patches of feathers to give colors to and buy dye at the shop, i have so many colors i don't use LOL)

places i have explored! currently in the alps. traveling will get you new clothes options, and some genuinely thoughtful lil discovery things about the culture and landscape and people, it's really so sweet

i am just gonna leave this here to laugh so hard about it

micropets! they're even tinier! fuck!

also here's my mom sending me good vibes

noodle is dressed as a frog :'-)

anyway that's my spiel! i love this silly bird app it's genuinely delightful and sweet and makes me go "awwww" out loud so often it's just like. actually Happy.

my code is 336W5SYBQV and you can get the app here

https://app.befinch.com/invite/ewvY

#asks #beeelderly

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yzaaaa 😭 jackson's coming to my country HSJSSKJDKSDJFJDLEJJSJS like this is the first time ever one of my ults is actually going to be in my country </3 ( as far as kpop concerts/gigs go, only kard and vav have performed here if i remember it correctly ). anyway but i'm not going hdjsksks it's not being held in my state, like i could travel but it's lolla event, combined with all other western artists . (and. 💀 i don't wanna spend money on travel and the concert just to see jackson for like half an hour or something 😭 idk how lolla event works but i have no interest in others artists at all </3 ).

im just happy he's gonna come here 🥺 hope he enjoys his stay here and local birds make it so worthwhile he decides to do a concert in near future <3 and then got7 will come here and yug will pass on the baton to gyu who will make svt come here <3 it's all starting to make sense. ( 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im so annoying lmao )

omg also the bear post yesterday <3 what are they? candies? i haven't seen those irl here hejsks not even gummy bears. ive had jelly candies but nothing in bear shape. they look so cute tho </3

NAURRRR omg in a way we're both watching ghibli together <33 that's so cool. arrietty was so good 😭, the idea of small people borrowing things which you'd probably throw away or don't pay attention to is so <33 ( the wholesome version of parasite BYEEEE 😭 wth did i just realise) i really liked how it ended, i haven't seen spirited away yet but now im gonna do it soon and annoy you with my thoughts on it hehe. my favorites,,, going to be predictable here and say whisper of the heart :3, my neighbour totoro and arrietty. my seiji brainrot is ongoing all the time.

HELLURR HSSJSJKDHD WHEN DID THAT DK MOMENT HAPPEN 😭😭 i haven't seen that one, YOU'RE SO VALID FOR THAT dino and woozi ( and hoshy </3 ) are so cute in all the _world performances i cri 😭 this particular one is my most favorite dino-woozi moment from bets, also i forgot to mention i enjoyed bets so much bc whole tour i got to see chestnut hair cheol <3 lichrally had time of my life the whole time 😭 his current hair is also one of my favorites but short hair coups is very dear to me </3

i had a fun time during the diwali festival holidays here <3 finally got around to watching a wong kar wai movie, chungking express bc my friend said they also wanted to watch it, we both were ready to become sad ( like yes movie is sad and lonely) but all we did throughout the movie was laugh 😭 idk why watching sad media with someone ends up becoming comedic to me, we both were more interested in first half of it rather than second one.

my oct was nice filled with festivities and media consumption. how was your october? btw do y'all celebrate halloween? im not a fan of it but love the fall vibes <3 trees don't change color here (except for the two northern states of the country) i don't get to see the autumn colors that much

hope you are taking care of yourself in midst of dealing with last year of uni (it really sucks, i hated my last year of uni so bad dhjssk) sending you only the best wishes and strength <33 im p sure you're already doing well, try not to worry too much it'll turn out well i promise <33 until then hannie devil on your shoulder will fight everyone and everything for u <3

sprouted arms 😭😭😭😭😭 pls ur so funny. love you 🥺🤍 and the flowers 🥺 im sending in 10 bouquets of each <3 🌸💮🏵️🌻

WAIT OMG HELLO??????????????????? ALSO NAURRRRRRRRRRR </3 hope he holds his own concert soon for ur sake 😔

ALSO LOVE THAT U HAVE UR OWN AGENDA LMFAO u sound like my friend but with gyu and rowoon 😭

those r little dolls <3 they're not soft at all but theyre fuzzy to the touch so 😋

literally <3 also we can… watch tgt if u'd like 👀 ALSO URE SO RIGHT DFJKFDJKFDJKJKD but the implications are much graver in parasite lmfao. ALSO OMG IM SO EXCITED FOR U???????????? LMK ONCE YOU'VE FINISHED WATCHING IT <33

and SAME????????????????? that is also my favorite dino x woozi _world moment everyone looked so happy to see dino play that lil joke too 😭 ALSO SO TUREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE <3 sumn abt him lately is sOOOO,,, (i want him so bad tbh)

ALSO UR TASTE???????????????????? i heard wkw are really good, and based on the lil snippets i've seen they look AMAZING. and ure absolutely right abt that JKDFJKDJKFDJK same goes for me watching horror w my friends too

AND I LOVE THAT FOR U <333333 glad u have a great oct 😋 oct was very stressful for me i had sm to do in uni lmfao (even now though.. what has changed). i also don't celebrate halloween but i love the spooky vibes <3 and felt, we also don't have fall lmao i live in a tropical ass country 😭😭😭

THE WAY U EVEN RMB LIL DETAILS LIKE THAT </3 thank u, a girl is going through it but ur little messages bring me sm strength <3 ure lich rally the sweetest ilysm i hope ure doing well!! MWAH 🤗🤗🤗🤗

#cherie 🪂#s-cxups #y.ask #long post

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fischltao · 3 years

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

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marcnutz · 3 years

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Pillow Prince

Since hearts1ck is dedicating his sapnap thigh kink bits to me it's only right for me to dedicate this fic to him <3

18+ MINORS DNI

Tags: Sapnap x M!Reader, 3.5k words, SoftDom!Sap, Dom!Reader for like 2 seconds, fluff, thigh kink, thigh riding, thigh fucking, soft sex, slight choking, long and horny build-up to the actual smut, chubby Sap cause he's always been pretty yall are just fatphobic

Sapnap was a chubby boy, and you loved him for that.

You loved Sapnap's body. Every inch of it. When your relationship first bloomed you would spend hours mapping every inch with your hands. Memorizing the feel of every bump and curve to your mind.

He was perfect. You loved your boyfriend's body, and you loved him.

He was soft and warm. His nose was that of a Greek god's, and his hair that curled ever so slightly at the ends matched the look.

You would be more than content to spend the rest of your life resting your head on his chest or stomach. Feeling his arms around you, safe and warm and comfy.

However, if you were to say you loved every part of him equally, you would be lying.

His thighs were immaculate. Every time he changed in front of you your eyes were drawn to that oh so special place on his body. Anytime you lay down together your head is drawn to their promise of a soft resting place.

No matter what he wore they were accented perfectly. They would press against the seams of his jeans and sweats. They would be so free yet still so hidden when he wore shorts. They would ever so slightly spill over the edges of his thighs boxers that he knew you loved.

His thighs were beautiful. They were perfect. He was perfect.

It was not uncommon for you to find yourself staring at them at any given point of the day. Watching as they moved when he walked. As they spread out as he sat. Staring at the hair that got darker the farther up you looked. The way the water would drip down them after he exited the shower.

You thought you were slick, eyeballing him all the time. However, Sapnap wasn’t dumb. He saw every glance at his lower body. Noticed the way you squeeze his thighs ever so slightly when you got the chance.

Sapnap loved to please you, and knowing your love for his thighs, he decided to do some research. (Often times his "research" included watching porn, but who were you to judge.) When Sapnap read about a 'thigh kink' he figured that's something you probably had. He was never one to say no to trying something new in the bedroom. When he read about all the fun things you two could do in the bedroom together that involved his thighs, he knew he had to get you involved.

The plan was easy, he was going to spend a few days working you up, but not directly saying he had anything planned for you. Then, he would spring himself upon you at just the right time.

Hopefully, if all went well, he would end up with your cocks pushed together and inside one another.

In all honesty, all he had to do was ask. But he liked to play around with you. The wait made the pleasure oh so much better.

"Hey, baby? Do you like these new shorts I got?" You heard your boyfriend call from the bedroom. Shorts? Of course you were going to like them.

You got up and walked into your shared bedroom and stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him. The shorts he was wearing were definitely... short.

"So? What do you think? They're those new five-inch inseam shorts that are popular now. They're a little tight, but I think I like them."

While saying this, Sapnap turned around to examine himself better in the mirror, and you got a perfect view of his ass in the light blue shorts. If they were any smaller then you would be able to see it stick out the bottom.

"Baby?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Sapnap calling you. You looked up at him, a blush forming across your face.

"I- uh, I think they're really great! They look really good on you, I like the, uh, color."

Sapnap beamed at you, "I'm glad! I know you like lighter colors on me, that's why I chose these."

You soon found out that these were not the only pair of short-shorts your boyfriend purchased, as he spent the next few days flaunting about in different pairs. Every time he'd come out of the shower after breakfast and get dressed for the day he would plop down next to you on the couch in another pair of thigh shorts that left very little to the imagination.

Today he had chosen a black pair that made his fair skin seem to glow beautifully.

"Darling, I want to do something today," He said, snapping you out of your staring.

"Oh, ok. Did you have anything in mind?"

Sapnap thought for a moment. "Let's go to the beach! I got a new bathing suit I want to show you."

Oh dear lord, were these going to be as revealing as his new day shorts? You have no idea if you should allow him to be walking around in something like that when it's wet and sticking to his skin even more than they already do.

Despite your slight pang of jealousy of the thought of strangers ogling at your boyfriend, your want to see him half-naked and wet took over your brain, and the next thing you knew you were lounging on a towel as your lovely boyfriend cooled off in the water.

Your assumptions about the bathing suit were correct, they were just as short as the others, however looser.

This changed, however, when Sapnap stepped out of the water to come cool off. The suit stuck to his skin and even showed off the slight print of his dick in the front. It was taking every ounce of your focus to not get a boner right then and there. It became even harder when he sat down on the towel next to you, thighs spreading out and resting against your own. His soft, wet skin cooling your own legs and sending shivers down your spine.

"You ok?" He asked, offering you his shirt. "Put this on, looks like your shoulders are getting a little burnt, let me dry off and then we can head home, looks like it's about to rain soon anyways."

You took his shirt and put it on, his smell enveloping you in the best way.

Before long, you were headed home. Sapnap wanted to hop in the shower again to get all the sand and salt off his body, and you decided to rest in bed for a bit.

You had begun to doze off when you barely registered the shower turn off. After a few minutes, you noticed your boyfriend still hadn't come out of the bathroom. What was he doing? Oh no matter, you're getting sleepy from the sun...

"Sweetheart!" Sapnap called from the bathroom door, his call rousing you from your half-asleep state.

The image in front of you woke you up even more, in more ways than one.

Your lovely boyfriend stood in front of you, top half bare, legs covered in long socks that went up to just above his knees and were much too tight, causing the plush fat on his thighs to spill over the sides.

On top of this, he had on garter belts that were also very snug, a belt connecting them to the socks.

"I got these for you... And those shorts and bathing suits... I had noticed you always staring at my thighs and touching them and- well, I wanted to do something special for you so I got this."

You tried to say something, but all the blood from your brain rushed down to your dick, so you just sat there with your mouth slightly open.

"Baby? Do- Do you like it?" Sapnap asked quietly, he was nervous, and you could tell.

"I- YES! You look, really, really, good."

Sapnap smiled and walked over to you, sitting down on the edge of the bed, you had just now noticed his own cock was out, and he was about as hard as you were.

He reached out for you, and pulled you onto his lap, latching his lips onto your own. It started gentle, but quickly morphed into a deep kiss, tounges tangling together in each other's mouths. He tasted sweet, and it was divine. You would be happy to just sit here and make out on his lap for hours, but Sapnap had other plans.

His hands began to go up his shirt that you were still wearing, going up your chest and over your nipples before pulling it over your head, only breaking the kiss for a moment. He then moved his hands down to take off your trunks, leaving you in just your boxers that were growing much too tight for your liking.

Sapnap moved his hands to your chest, thumbs rubbing over your nipples, which began to harden under his fingers. He pulled on one, causing you to moan into his mouth and grind down into his thigh a bit. He smiled in your mouth, pulling away, causing you to moan at the loss of contact.

"Aw baby, do you like it when I play with your nipples?" He asked. He already knew the answer, this was something he did to you quite often. You were so sensitive here, and he knew it. "What about if I did this..."

Before you could even register that he has said something, Sapnap had reached his head down and began to suck on one of your pink nipples. You arched your back into him, hips once again rutting against his thighs.

Sapnap reached the hand that was not abusing your other nipple down to your waist, and he repositioned you so that one of his thighs was in between your legs.

He pulled off your nipple for a moment, resting his cheek on your chest before gazing up into your eyes. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight..." He moved his hand from your chest and began to rub circles on your back.

You looked down at your boyfriend, his green eyes staring into your own. "Are you gonna fuck me?" You asked nicely.

Sapnap giggled a little bit, "No dear, you're going to fuck me, but not in the way you're thinking. But first, I get to have some fun. Just be a good boy and do what I say, ok?"

You nodded as Sapnap's words, nervous, curious, and excited at what was to come.

Sapnap lifted his head up and placed a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, then a small one directly on your lips.

He had both hands on your hips now, and he hooked one of his thumbs into the band of your boxers before snapping them into your waist. You jumped at the slight sting of them, cock rubbing against his thigh at the action. You moaned at the sensation of feeling your clothed cock push against his soft skin and began to rock your hips onto his thigh slightly.

Sapnap laughed before stilling your hips. "You're a fast learner. These boxers aren't coming off until you cum just like this, riding my thigh. Got it?"

You nodded quickly as Sapnap placed another soft kiss on your shoulder. He released the tight grip he had on your hips, but his hands remain in their place, ready to move you down onto himself as he pleased.

You began to rock your hips back and forth on Sapnap's mostly bare thigh. Every few thrusts of your hips, your own leg would bump into Sapnap's cock, and his leg would jump, thigh pressing into your cock even more.

It didn't take long for you to begin to pant, the inevitable soon approaching.

Sapnap reached his hands around, and dipped his hands into your boxers, grabbing fist fulls of your ass before using them as leverage to grind you even more onto his thigh.

In doing so, he managed to pull you even closer to his body. You were now chest to chest, and your leg rubbed up against his dick with every thrust. Sapnap began to moan quietly in your ear, but you could barely hear him over your own whines and pants.

"I know you're close baby, you're doing so good, you don't have to ask."

You hadn't realized it, but you had been begging your boyfriend for release. He moved his head to press his tongue into your mouth once more, beginning to bounce his leg up and down.

All it took was for Sapnap to moan into your mouth once more before you were spilling into your boxers. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your hands reached down to grab at Sapnap's soft love handles for dear life.

You quite literally rode out your orgasm, hips continuing to roll into Sapnap's thighs. You eventually parted your mouth from his, your hips stilling, but his hands continued to push you down onto his thigh. You shook and bit his shoulder at the overstimulation, moaning as small tears began to roll down your cheeks. You weren't sure if you wanted to stop or have Sapnap continue to manhandle your hips into his thigh.

Eventually, Sapnap took pity on you and allowed your hips to still. He removed your hands from your ass, one coming to rub gentle circles on your back. The other came up to your cheek, pulling your face towards his to gently kiss your tears away.

"You did so well for me baby, such a good boy." Sapnap praised as he gave small pecks to your cheeks. "Take deep breathes, you still have your prize for doing so well."

Oh yeah, you were going to fuck him. That was always nice, but he said not in the way you were thinking. What did he mean by that? You didn't care, honestly, as your cock was starting to harden once more and all you wanted was some part of him wrapped around it.

You heard Sapnap laugh, "Wow, ready again already? Good boy, you deserve it. Let's get these off of you."

Your cum had left a large wet spot on the front of your boxers, sticking to Sapnap's legs slightly. You lifted yourself off of him slightly so he could pull the soiled boxers off of you. Your hard cock springing out of them, glistening with your cum.

"Wow, you that was a lot, makes sense, I've been keeping myself from you so you'd be all worked up for me today."

Oh, so he was planning this. For whatever reason, this nudged the small part of your brain that wanted to dominate him oh so badly, and you let out a small growl before wrapping your hand around his throat and thrusting your tongue in and out of his throat.

Sapnap let his back fall down onto the bed and allowed you to have this moment of control over him. He knew it was hard for you to be patient and obedient when you were as built up as you were, and he was feeling nice enough to let you let it out for a moment.

Your hand tightened around his throat as you continued to fuck his face with your tongue, wishing it was your cock instead. However, you knew your boyfriend had plans, and you didn't want to ruin those.

You pulled off of him, Sapnap moving his head up slightly to try and chase your mouth. He gasped when you removed your hand from his throat, blood rushing back to his head and back down to his cock.

"So, what's my prize?" You asked, hand running up and down his side before coming to rest on his chest that formed into soft breasts that you squeezed gently.

Sapnap moaned softly at your touch, "I-I'm going to lay down, and you're going to fuck my thighs."

All of your movements stopped as your eyes snapped up to his, wide in excitement.

You had thought about this moment so often. Taking his thighs in your hands and fucking into the soft pillow-like flesh, and now the time had finally come. You felt your cock jump slightly at the thought that was a soon-to-be reality, and you pushed Sapnap over so that his legs were no longer dangling over the edge of the bed. You manhandled his legs so that his calves were on either side of your shoulders, and his knees were pushed as to create a perfect place for your dick.

Your hands rested just above his knees, where his socks ended. You felt the skin fall over the sides, and you were never more horny than you were at that moment.

You couldn't wait another second before you took your cock in one hand, rubbing your tip between Sapnap's two thighs. You gently rubbed the length of your cock on them, not yet pushing in between.

"Come on now, don't be shy. Fuck me already." Sapnap said, his hands thrown above his head, clutching the pillow above him.

You were quick to follow directions, throwing your head back as you pressed your tip in between his thighs. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan as you felt his large, soft thighs take every inch of your cock. You sat there for a moment, savoring the soft warmth that surrounded you, staring down at your lovely boyfriend who was happily staring back at you, a small lopsided smile on his face.

It didn't take long for your needs to overwhelm your mind, and you started to softly thrust your cock into Sapnap's thighs. He was so soft and so warm, and your cum that had coated your cock from your previous orgasm was leaving delicious wet spots on his thighs, allowing for easier movement between them.

You were in pure bliss. Mouth open as you watched your cock slowly disappear and reappear between Sap's thighs.

Sapnap didn't have a bad view himself, he got to stare at your lust-clouded face, the tip of your cock poking out at him whenever you would bottom out.

"Go on, baby, fuck me for real. Be rough. I know you want to. You deserve it."

Sapnap's soft encouragement was all it took for something to snap in your head. You began to smack your hips against Sapnap, your balls hitting against him with every thrust. A small amount of precum began to leak from you as you began to grow close again. Every so often it would come out as your tip was out the front of Sapnap's thighs, leading to a small amount that only he could see to drip down his thigh.

Of course, Sapnap was not getting nothing out of this arrangement, his thighs were sensitive to the point that just your thrusting felt so good to him. Slowly, he moved one of his hands down to gently grasp his own cock that had been steadily leaking precum onto his stomach the entire time.

It took you a moment to notice that your boyfriend was touching himself, and you quickly swatted your hand away and replaced it with your own, hand moving with the force of your own thrusts.

"Oh fuuuuck, baby. Just like that, fuck yes." Sapnap was babbling his praises at you as his hips began to gently move with your thrusts. "I'm so close, baby. Can we cum together? Please..."

He didn't have to ask twice, and you quickly nodded to let him know you had heard him and were close yourself.

Your back began to arch just as Sapnap's moans turned into the high-pitched whines he let out whenever he was about to cum. It took only two more hard thrusts before you were both spilling all over Sapnap.

You watched as some of your cum mixed with his on his tummy, however, most of yours painted the insides of his thighs and dirtied his socks and garters.

After your highs, you sat there for a moment, still nestled between his thighs. You only moved when you realized you wanted to see how your cum had painted his thighs.

You gently moved his calves from off his shoulder and spread them on the bed gently, knowing he would be slightly sore from the stretch.

Your view was amazing. Seeing your perfect prince spread out all for you, covered in sweat and cum, was beautiful. You were so grateful to be able to see him like this, and you fell back onto your heels to stare at your amazing boyfriend.

You were broken out of your trance by Sapnap's whine and outstretched hands. You took him into a hug, not caring that you were getting cum all over you.

"I guess you liked my surprise, huh?"

You giggled and pressed a gentle kiss to Sapnaps forehead. "Yeah, I liked it a lot. Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

With that, you both showered together, before falling asleep in each other's arms, Sapnap's perfect, nude body pressed against your own.

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reidsnose · 3 years

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happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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