#I literally get such a swell of joy when I think of them

[prettyprettypaci2]

Therapy - Part 6

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"I think you enjoyed that a little too much!"

Your heart is racing and you're panting frantically like a puppy. Beads of drool form at the corners of your mouth and you bite your lower lip as your body is overwhelmed with ecstasy. You need more. You'll beg Miss Heather for more. She has to keep going. You've been so good...

"Please..." You whine. "Just one more time..."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Miss Heather chuckles, leveling her chin and smiling mischievously.

"I'll do anything..." You plead.

Miss Heather considers you with serious eyes, though she doesn't break her smile. You can tell you've won. Your therapist may know how to twist every dial in your mind, but you've learned how to twist a few of hers.

"Okay," she says slowly, opening her bag and reaching inside. "But you can't tell your step-mom. Get me a waffle cone."

You grab the money Miss Heather hands you and race back over to the ice cream truck parked about fifty feet from your picnic table. Your eyes dart across the landscape of colors and textures in the refrigerated trolley, ensnaring you in a dream state. Your pupils are as big as saucers, soaking in the strawberry reds, the minty greens, the enticing purple swirls. You hadn't had ice cream -- or really any appetizing food -- since your step-mom and step-sisters forced you into diapers. You're lucky when you get to eat graham crackers and applesauce.

You settle on a large double-scoop of fudge brownie supreme. Dutifully palming Miss Heather's waffle cone of decadent lemon torte, you thank the uneasy man at the counter and are practically skipping back to your table at the park, both treats in hand. You're used to people looking at you a little funny when you're out and about. They see an adult wearing long sausage curls topped with a pink hairbow the size of a milk bottle. They watch you romp around in furry boots and thick wool socks pulled up to your knees. And of course, they notice your denim dress isn't quite long enough to cover the crinkly companion on your bum.

As you pass a table of young women your age, you overhear them sniggering. A caustic voice says "Oh, look at the ice creams; brown and yellow, just like the diapers!" Your jubilant skipping fumbles into an awkward waddle, and you almost fall over. In your moment of distraction, the tower of brown fudge ice cream tips towards you and smushes into the front of your denim dress. You gasp at the cold, gooey sensation on your chest, and let the cone slip from your hands. It lands in the grass between your furry boots.

"Whoops! Baby had a blowout," a different woman teases, and the table erupts in laughter. You look down at the thick brown smudge on your dress and feel your face get hot. The joy that was bubbling up inside you seems to drain out of your body, literally, as your sagging diaper expands beneath your hips. You've started to pee.

"Oh my GOD!"

"Is this HAPPENING right now?"

"Do we, like, call the cops or something?"

You feel frozen in time and space. The voices are different, but when you close your eyes, the taunting words become those of your step-sisters, Lauren and Olivia. It's all their fault. If they hadn't tormented you...if they hadn't faked your accidents...you wouldn't be having a real one right here in the middle of the park. You wouldn't be wearing this ridiculous hairbow or this dress or...this stupid diaper.

Your gush of pee slows to a tepid trickle, and you reflexively push your thighs together to feel the new girth of your mushy padding. At least you won't leak. You flash back to when Lauren and Olivia had forced you to keep wetting your diaper until it swelled beyond capacity, and you piddled on the carpet like a scared puppy.

MY diapers are soft.

You remember your step-mom locking the bathroom door at night, since that was the only way to keep you from trying to take your diaper off.

MY diapers are convenient.

You remember being grabbed by the pigtails and having your face shoved in your diaper pail, gagging from the acrid odor of your own making.

MY diapers smell so sweet.

You don't remember how you got back to the picnic table where Miss Heather was waiting for you. You must have handed her the yellow waffle cone you had managed to hang onto, because you see it in her hands. It feels like the last minute of your memory simply erased itself. You look forlornly at the grass.

"I've got some stain remover in my desk," Miss Heather says sympathetically. "Always good for emergencies. We'll have you good as new when we get back to the office."

You look up at Miss Heather with glistening, tearful eyes. "I think I need to be punished."

Miss Heather mouths a silent 'oh' and smiles sadly. "It was just an accident. There's no need to worry."

You smother your face with your hand, sweeping aside a bouncy sausage curl. "No, I mean...I wanted to take my diaper off. I still want to take my diaper off. That's against the rules. You should spank me."

Miss Heather reaches over and takes your hand off your face. She folds her fingers over your palm and grips it tightly.

"You're such a brave, brave person," she says. Her voice is comforting and genuine. "I've never known anyone like you. You try so hard to learn and grow. You appreciate the majesty of simple things. You're going to make someone very happy someday."

"Do I make you happy?" The question comes out of your mouth, but it's as if it were someone else's thought. It was so bold and unplanned, you hardly believe you said it. Miss Heather is caught off-guard and you feel her grip on your hand loosen a bit. You don't let go.

"You...I mean...I think I should drive you back soon. We don't want Mr. Kazoo to worry, do we? Why don't you have my ice cream in the car?" You've never heard Miss Heather sound anxious before.

You shift around a bit, feeling your diaper squish against the hard seat of the picnic table. The spring air is already making it cold and clammy against your skin. "I think I need a diaper change before my spanking," you reply matter-of-factly.

Butterflies flood your tummy as Miss Heather's grip on your hand reasserts itself. Whatever vulnerability was there disappears as you remind her why you need her. Why she needs you to need her. You feel safe. She's in charge again.

Miss Heather reaches into her bag and pulls out your giant pink pacifier. Your mouth falls open the moment it appears in her hand. You lick your lips before she slides the rubber nipple between them, pushing it deeply inside you. Your tongue laps at the familiar fullness, and you suckle calmly. Miss Heather hands you the ice cream cone and guides you to your feet, lightly smacking the back of your drooping diaper. You squirm, and feel the butterflies soar.

"Get in the car. Back seat. Now."

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💕 Part 7 and Epilogue 💕

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[astaroth1357]

Satan Runs Away

My first NB Satan-centric work. Let me know of any other ideas floating in the ether or any other bite-sized ideas for specific characters (time is of short supply lately lol)

Contents: Angst with some hurt/comfort. Boy literally just wants to be thought about/included so bad, I swear-

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Okay, this makes him sound like a disobedient pet, but how else could MC explain why he suddenly disappeared after a fight with Lucifer? They couldn't find him anywhere in the House, the library, or his usual bookstores... it was like he just vanished!

MC was the first to notice his prolonged absence as they were nearly the only person to ever seek him out personally. In the old timeline, Satan dropping from contact for a little while wasn't all that unusual but here it felt far more urgent... What if he wanted to stay gone? What if he didn't come back home???

So it was only natural for them to get swept up in a wave of relief that washed over them when they eventually saw Lucifer march on in through the door dragging a thrashing Satan behind him. The eldest held the snarling demon by the back of the collar while he kicked and fought for his freedom. He was filthy like a stray cat pulled off of the street...

What caught everyone off guard was how quickly they flung themselves at the fourthborn when Lucifer forced him to his feet. It was like the whole room froze, the struggling Satan included, as they wrapped their arms tightly around his midsection. Their cheek flattened against the ruffles on his chest where they kept their ear trained to his heart, finding reassurance in its quick but strong beats...

Meanwhile, both men stared at them like they had just lost their mind. NO ONE touches Satan without permission and expects a good outcome, much less hugs him! What were they thinking??

After seemingly confirming to themselves that the troubled demon was not a just figment of their wishful thinking, the MC pulled themselves back to a respectful distance. Their expression, however, remained laced with frustration, fear, and mounting tears.

MC: "Satan... I was so worried about you! You can't just leave like that, I-I-"

Their voice cracked unexpectedly, making them stop and try to gather their thoughts. Lucifer shot a look at Satan and finally let him go, more or less nodding for him to take over from there but...

Truthfully? Satan was confused. Several new feelings swelled up in his chest and not a single one made any sense... Watching MC tearing up felt like having a bed of nails imbedded in his chest and yet he was... happy? Under all that pain?

For some reason, a part of him felt... joy... to hear that someone had worried about him while he was away... That he wasn't just written off as one less problem to deal with... Happy enough for him to forgive how they had invaded his personal space without asking first.

Satan stood awkwardly for several long moments, frozen in thought as he debated how to respond. Eventually, his brother got impatient.

Lucifer: "Stop just standing there and apologize. Now."

The confusing warmth in Satan's chest was quickly being replaced by the familiar burn of rage with every word out of Lucifer's mouth, and it must have showed, because the MC was quick to jump to his defense.

MC: "No, it's fine, Lucifer! I'm... I'm alright. I'm just glad that he's-"

Satan: "MC... I'm sorry."

Both MC and Lucifer looked at him with surprise, especially given the downcast, almost ashamed, look on his face.

Satan: "I'm sorry the fact that I left upset you... I didn't mean to, I just..."

His eyebrows knitted together as he tried to find the right words... He hated his "brothers" and hated this house but leaving this place also meant leaving MC... Why did it all suddenly feel so stupid in hindsight...?

MC: "It's okay, Satan, you don't have to explain yourself to me..."

Satan guilty frown was contrasted hard by the MC's kind, understanding smile. Though their eyes still glistened with tears, he felt like they were of a different kind now, making his heart practically convulse in his chest. How do they keep doing that...??

MC: "Just... promise me you won't go away again. Not without letting us know where you're going first... Please?"

Their voice was so steeped in worry... a fear FOR him rather than OF him... And in that moment, it was the most compelling sound to ever exist in the three realms.

Somehow, his response felt foreign to his tongue, and yet still very much his own thoughts given right to speak. It was like a powerful force had taken over him, spreading an airy happiness through him to replace the rage that came before...

Satan: "I... won't leave you again, MC. I promise..."

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[paradiseinaverno]

hi! I love your works sm do you accept requests? if yes, then can I request a morpheus x y/n where the reader gets jealous over dream's past lovers?

my eclipsed sun

summary; a chance encounter with your lover’s sibling leaves you full of doubt. you are utterly broken down; and morpheus knows exactly why.

morpheus x gn!reader, perhaps overtly angsty, maybe influenced by taylor swift, no tw’s needed (i think?), established relationship, human reader, tw desire and dream sibling beef as always

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It wasn’t often that Morpheus willingly departed his beloved realm.

After the incident with Burgess, he preferred to spend time within the Dreaming, perhaps as compensation. Years of his absence had left his world a crumbling carcass of what it once was. Yet, he was not simply a man who could tend to his rose garden whenever he willed. He was an Endless; beyond a deity, beyond a mere mortal. And, as said, great power requires great responsibility. Being Lord of Dreams meant keeping balance with the rest of his siblings.

When Desire called, for reasons unbeknownst to even Morpheus, it was as if someone had cast a dark cloud around the Dreaming. The realm suffered little, but its ruler seemed to be suffering with a torment not even Lucienne could diagnose. Morpheus became distant for the weeks leading up to the anticipated meeting with his sibling; it was as if nightmares had finally infiltrated his own mind.

It was you who had convinced him to attend to his sibling, for you knew far too much of the rift that develops between them. Your own brother had been effectively silent, and each day that passed left you wondering what could have been. To your surprise, he had requested you accompany him.

It wasn’t that you doubted Morpheus held affection for you. It was that he was never expressive with it. There were times, of course there were times, where you were sure of it. When you felt the tenderness in his voice, the imperceptible glimmer in his eye when he gazed at you.

And even now, as you both sit in Desire’s glossy abode, you’re only aware of the firm, yet barely noticeable, grip he has on your hand. You’re at a table, or perhaps what could be describe as one. The entirety of this realm seems abstract to the untrained eye of mortals. No doubt there is a system to be seen here; but it was not one your mind could comprehend.

The air is thick. There’s an uneasiness that has settled in your bones since you arrived, and you aren’t quite sure if it’s you, or the air around Desire. Whatever it is, the entity is entirely comfortable, preferring to practically float around the room. You and your lover, on the other hand, are perhaps the only firm things in here, cemented to the spot you were directed to upon arrival. It’s a long time before anyone speaks.

“Brother, dearest. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

You’re startled. Desire’s voice is pure velvet, draping itself around you. Whatever discomfort you felt previously has been replaced with what you can only describe as pure honey; melting, manipulating itself into your bones, soothing your blood and nerves with sticky-sweet comfort. You don’t even have to look to your left to know that Morpheus’ jaw has tightened; the briefest of squeezes on your hand tells you enough. Sometimes it surprises you, how well you know him. It is as if your entire being was made for him, only.

He introduces you to each other. You can’t miss the way Morpheus speaks your name, tumbling from his tongue, birthing you into a new life with a mere mention. Perhaps it’s because you’re in the presence of literal desire personified, or because you feel so deeply, but your heart swells with unspoken fondness. Attachment, maybe. Whatever it is, whatever the reason, you can tell Desire has picked up on it, the way the Endless’ face grows ripe with joy, and perhaps a flicker of something else. You don’t realise the motive until later, when your lover has been called to attend an important matter. You stay in the vinyl-red room.

Far too occupied with the interior, you almost don’t notice the silky presence beside you until a a soft hand reaches for your face. Caught off guard, you reel back slightly, only to calm as you gaze into Desire’s golden eyes.

“It’s been a while since I’ve met any of my brother’s lovers,” Desire purrs, one hand cupping your face. The uneasy feeling has returned to you; but coupled with the honeyed aura of the entity in front of you, nausea begins to brew in the pit of your stomach.

“Lovers?” You question. It’s a futile one. Of course he’s had other lovers; haven’t you? But he’s never spoken of them. Never divulged any information beyond what he feels for you. Suddenly, you feel incredibly small.

There’s an almost-grin on Desire’s face. Almost, because the only other discernible emotion you can see is pity. You’d been warned, by Morpheus, of his sibling’s shifty nature. But this, to you, seems genuine, cemented only by the comforting hand that Desire rests on your own. “Oh, he’s had many lovers, darling. You’re not the first. You won’t be the last.”

It’s said so matter-of-factly. There will be others. There will be other loves, as the rides will turn, as night will turn to day, and then night again.

You’ve never been a person who cries. Not in front of people, at least. But you can feel the lump in your throat, something that never settles even as you leave this place. Even Desire’s eyes are burned into your mind; golden, pooling with pity, perhaps not out of genuine empathy but born from a regard for your naive humanity.

Oh, you hate it.

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You hate that you still dwell on these words for weeks after. Morpheus returns to some semblance of visible joy; you, though, stay stuck in a dark rut. Everything you do is done half-heartedly. Each book you put back in Lucienne’s presence juts out from the bookshelf. Matthew notices your despondency as he informs you of the waking world. You lay in bed most days, or look out of the balcony. Despondent.

Distant.

The only thing you find some enthusiasm in is Morpheus past. Whenever you aren’t caught up in your own thoughts, you’re utterly obsessed with finding out his. Desire had mentioned a few names, before you left; and those names now become your purpose. Calliope, Nada…countless others, sprawled across pages, burned into your memory. Queens and goddesses, lords and beings not even comprehensible by human logic.

You aren’t sure entirely what it is that has defiled your thoughts. Have Desire’s doubts truly permeated your mind? Oh he’s had many lovers, darling. You’re not the first. You won’t be the last.

It’s true, you realise, sorrowfully. Mankind only lives for so long; lifespans so short, in fact, that they seemed only a blink of an eye to the Endless. Bitterly, you smile. Love, indeed. What love was it for him, to last a few years?

You aren’t clueless. Morpheus is a deity; no, more than that. He is beyond fathomable concepts, and ideas, and beliefs. He is more than a mere man. Here is a being who has loved muses, and goddesses, and inhumans before you. And there you are, a mortal. Insignificant, unworthy…irrelevant.

That is exactly how he finds you, later; on the balcony of your shared room, hands planted on either side of you, overlooking the realm. You can feel his presence, of course you can. You’d know him anywhere. You’d thank every atom that shared his presence, if you could. But you don’t turn around. You can’t bear to.

It’s almost as if he can hear the torment inside your mind. Tenderly, he reaches a hand out to you, fingers curled to brush your face. But you cannot bear to be around him. You cannot bear to feel this touch. There is more than just insecurity inside you; your insides are burning with jealousy. You simply cannot bear the thought of any other soul, living or dead, touching him the way you have, knowing his lips like you do, feeling him as you do. Your jaw tightens.

“I’d like to be alone right now, Lord,” the words tumble from your lips. But there is a cool air in your tone that surprises even you; and your lover, too.

He doesn’t speak yet, only comes to your side. His eyes are burning a hole into the side of your face, you can feel it, but you do not relent. Your gaze is planted firmly on whatever you can see in front of you.

“Why?” He asks. It almost sounds like a plea. What would he plead from you, you think? What would he require? What could you give him?

Silence settles around you, cooling into a thick wall. He makes another effort to reach for you, but once again, you back away. Morpheus settles for resting his hand next to yours. He isn’t touching you, but you can feel every movement he makes; he’s that close. Every atom in your body begs to relent, to have mercy on yourself, to touch him. And perhaps it is your pride, that fatal flaw of humanity, that forbids you from it. The other fatal flaw of humans; forgetfulness. He may be King of Dreams and Nightmares - but where do they dwell? The subconscious. And, because you are human, because you forget, he finds himself slipping into your mind. He never intended to. But there has always been something about you that has drawn him in. From your first meeting, you had the Dream Lord utterly under your spell. It was your complete authenticity, your vitality, that drew him to you. You were so unlike any other human, no, being, that he had met; so full of human joy and kindness, but there was an air about you that seemed almost brilliantly…alien.

The Lord of Revelations has an unpleasant one when he enters your mind. He is filled with despair, instantly. Had you truly been so blind to his affections for you? Or perhaps had he been blind to your sorrow? All these names, all his past lovers. He had kept them quiet, perhaps out of his own pride too, but because they were in the past. You were his present, and he hoped, his future. Morpheus had learned not to dwell on the past in these past years trapped. But avoidance is not acceptance. Full of regret, he turns to you. You weren’t like the others. He loved them, as he did you, that was undeniable. But you were his present, and he could not watch you slip through his fingers too.

“My love,” he begins. There’s a fresh softness in his voice that you’ve never heard before. It’s like a summer breeze. It’s unbearable.

You turn to him, gaze staying on the horizon.

“Look at me, my love,” he pleads, the smallest of wavers in his voice. Your eyes swell with tears; reluctantly, you turn to him.

You understand why people find inspiration in dreams clearly now. In the light of this dying sun, he looks utterly, tragically, beautiful. The setting rays gleam on his pale skin, shining like soft dawn snow. He looks perfectly composed, but the faintest red rim around his eyes tells you everything. He’s sorry.

“Morpheus,” your voice comes out as a whisper. But the mere mention of his name from your lips gives him hope.

He speaks. “I have been neglectful of you. I have forgotten that you are mortal. My sentiments are perhaps too cold.”

Your heart sinks. “That…That’s the problem.”

He furrows his brows. You continue, the pressure building in your chest, threatening to burst.

“I am mortal. I’m not like you. I’m not a god, a royal, I’m…I am painfully human, Morpheus. Don’t you understand? It’s never been just me. It’ll never be just me. Do you know how painful it is to love someone who has loved so many times? To know that one day I’ll die, and you’ll find someone else? That I’ll never be the la-”

The words stay unfinished, because in an instant, Morpheus pulls you close to him. You can feel the faint beating of your own heart. The sound of your soft sobs become more prominent as the tears flow freely, into his chest. A part of you screams that you shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be crying into his chest; but the stronger part of you wonders what you should be doing anyway. And despite it all, despite the despair, it feels so good to sob into him, to be held in his arms, to feel his hands cradling your head.

“Your humanity never bothered me, nor was it a factor.”

His quiet voice fills itself into your being, sapping away your sadness every moment he speaks.

“Do you really think me so vain, that I would only love a status? Y/n,” he breaks away to look at you, hands cupping your face, “Not for a moment have I compared you to anyone in my past. They are my past. You are now. You are what keeps me here.”

You swallow thickly. He continues. “I would never forget you, even in death. Do you think so little of the love I bear you, that I would simply carry on? You destroy me with each tear. You are my death.”

“Don’t say that,” you mutter weakly, your hands desperately trying to find his own. Any cold air you had for him is gone. You just want your lover.

“It is true. You are my undoing. I…For once, I fear I may not have the words to describe the enormity of what I truly feel for you.”

It’s enough. His words are enough. The faintest rays of sun smoke through, dimly illuminating the balcony the two of you stand on. And it’s enough. The conviction with which Morpheus speaks is telling. You lean into him, pressing into his neck, arms encircling each other.

“I’m sorry, too,” you whisper into his ear. You feel him shake his head.

“There is nothing to apologise for.”

There’s a soft silence between the two of you, perhaps making up for weeks worth of distance. You’ve never thought much of comfortable silence, until now; and you’re grateful that the two of you can just enjoy each other’s presence, because words might fail you.

“What brought this on you?” Your lover wonders aloud. His voice vibrates in his throat, and you smile softly at its depth. How you missed this voice.

“It’s nothing. Just something Desire said when we were leaving. I’m sure your sibling didn’t mean it like that…I think I just have a tendency to let these things get into my head…”

You continue talking, but you’re unaware of the way Morpheus’ jaw tightens as you do. Desire…so once again, his siblings were interfering in his affairs.

“Me and mine…” He trails off, and you tilt your eyes up to look at him, cocking your head to the side.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, my love.”

He leans down to press a soft kiss on your mouth. It’s more than tender, this time. His kiss is soft, yes, but there’s a desperation behind it, something you can perhaps describe as purely restrained rage. When you pull away, there’s a fire in his eyes that both terrifies and excites you.

You’ve missed him. You’ve missed this. Hungrily, you pull his head down for another kiss, fingers twisting themselves between his dark hair.

What you can’t miss, however, is the honeyed spark of desire that fills the air as he carries you to the bed.

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@stygianoir @liv-n @whovian378 @ultimatreality

a/n ; for some reason i can never quite be satisfied with this, no matter how many times i rewrite. please let me know your thoughts! i am so grateful for every piece of feedback i receive!

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[enderpearlll]

Lmao bob in prison cell arc? 😭 Only thing his roommates hear from him are bout his ‘sweet pea’ and death threats. Maybe the occasional morbid jokes and ‘did you know?’

Yandere!Bob Velseb - My Favourite Employee. Prison Arc???

Bob in prison cell arc, I love it 😭 I just had to write a couple of headcanons for this!

Gender-Neutral Reader, but pet names such as sweet pea and darling are used.

This is a bonus part to My Favourite Employee, so read the main story if you haven’t yet.

• Bob nearly killed the cops who took him away from his sweet pea, throughout the ride to the station they had to restrain him because he wouldn’t. Stop. Fighting. He kept screaming and hollering at the officers, and he kept calling out for you until he was escorted to his cell. Now, Bob wasn’t the type to cry over spilt milk, or any type of inconvenience for that matter, but as he stared at the bars that held him back from his sweet pea Bob let out a sob.

• Now, like you said Bob would definitely be talking to himself to keep a smidge of sanity. He’ll mark down the days on the concrete walls, keeping a track of time with a wavering smile. Bob thinks of you 24/7 as to never forget a single feature on your face, which barely keeps him afloat. Every meal he can’t bring himself to eat, constantly worrying about you even behind bars. Did you eat yet? Were you alright without him? It tears him apart knowing that he wasn’t there to take care of you.

• It’s the thought of seeing you again that keeps him going, his heart swelling when Bob thinks of you being all alone. He reassures himself with sweet nothings catered towards you, pretending that you were with him all hours of the day. Now, the two thieves on the other side of his cell were sick and tired of Bob’s shit. All they can hear was “Sweet pea, ‘m so sorry…” “Darlin’…” and the never ending scratching against the walls.

• Bob aches for the chance that you’d visit or at least call, but as weeks go by the ache in his chest only gets stronger. He knows you’ll come for him, he knows it… Bob gets so bad to the point where he has hallucinations about you and vivid dreams with you in them.

• Eventually, three years pass by and Bob is barely hanging on by a thread. His walls are covered in carvings of an obsessive manner, there was even drawings made with his own blood. When a creepy doll had opened the cell door and waddled off, Bob watched as the bars that separated him from his sweet pea opened wide with a loud creak. Bob stumbled out of his dark corner where he sat most of the day, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

• He couldn’t believe his eyes, was this a dream? It was all too good to be true as he stepped into the hallway, a wide grin stretching over his face. His heart was beating out of his chest, having felt genuine joy for the first time in literal years. He let out a wild bout of laughter, his cheeks hurting from how hard he was smiling.

“Don’t worry sweet pea, I’m comin’ for ya…”

#yandere headcanons #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere bob velseb #yandere fic #yandere spooky month #yandere writing #yandere x you #yandere #spooky month #bob velseb x reader #bob velseb #spooky month x reader #my favourite employee

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can you make a fic or anything with reader who litteraly doesn't have a moral code. Like they wouldn't care if a species would go instinct or if a god dies. They also happen to be the most powerful, like gojo. But suddenly, Tesla came in, and made them feel something. This just leads to then wanting to be close to them. Eventually leading to them threatening Brunhilde, and make herself become there weapon (Like a valkyrie). Also refuses to let them die, and doesn't give a shit about the others.

Thank you in advance 💗💗💗💗

-You gave no dangs. You had no cares. You did what you wanted when you wanted and didn’t care who or what got in your way.

-You weren’t the easiest deity to get along with, mainly due to your rather…crass personality. You made Loki look like a cake-walk some days which would always rile him up to outdo you, which would always lead to prank wars, much to the ‘joy’ of the other citizens of Valhalla.

-Many knew not to cross you, as you were quite strong, and you didn’t care about who you killed, if you had been disrespected, you wouldn’t hesitate to make sure nobody else around would forget it.

-This made you extremely difficult to approach, as nobody could tell what you were feeling, you could be seething with rage but smiling brightly like you got your favorite treat.

-When Ragnarok was announced, you hadn’t planned on fighting, finding the idea a bit boring, wandering around the stadium until you heard Brunnhilde speaking with something.

-Brunnhilde was one of the few people that you… tolerated, as she always showed you respect even if you were threatening her, and you found her serious nature amusing.

-You rounded the corner and found her talking to…a literal ray of sunshine! The man before you was tall, built, and incredibly handsome, he was the whole package!!

-You never really clicked with anyone before, but this man, Nikola Tesla, as you overheard Brunnhilde saying his name, made you feel so alive!!

-You peeked around the corner like a creeper, making goo-goo eyes at this hunky man as you listened in on their conversation, learning that Nikola was going to be fighting next.

-When Nikola went to get prepared, you quickly approached Brunnhilde, nearly knocking her down as you leapt up and hugged her from behind, “Brunnie~~~!!!! Let me do that Valkyrie partner fusion thing with that hunk!!”

-She turned, surprised to see you and she was even more surprised to see that you looked excited, as your curiosity had been piqued, an eyebrow lifting, “You want to fight with Nikola?”

-If you had a dog’s tail it would be wagging a million miles per hour, “I do- let me fight!” she was initially going to refuse, but then she had to pause, realizing that this could give humanity an advantage, “Will you keep him safe?”

-Your rare serious face stunned her, giving her a firm nod and she agreed to which you cheered for, spinning her around, making her shriek in surprise, much to your amusement.

-Nikola wasn’t sure what to make of you as you had leapt into his arms, introducing yourself as his partner, “I thought a Valkyrie was going to by my partner.” You just beamed at him, “Not today- I’m strong and I’ll make sure you stay safe!”

-He cupped your hands between his own, his eyes bright in thanks, “Thank you so much Y/N!” you think your heart just swelled and popped from happiness in less than a second as the two of you fused.

-He felt so warm, so comforting, you felt like you could stay here forever while Nikola felt rushing energy and fierce determination, your determination to keep him safe.

-When Beelzebub managed to hurt your man…oh hell no!! To say you were pissed was an understatement and Nikola felt another rush of energy, one that boosted his strength as he charged.

-Your hands were felt on Nikola’s shoulders as you spoke, “I’ll keep you safe, handsome!” your declaration would have been embarrassing, had he not been locked in life or death combat. He could be embarrassed later!

-As Nikola stood the victor, he felt your arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him from behind as you had yet to leave him, “Told you- I always keep my word.” Nikola beamed, seeing you in spirit form next to him, “You have my thanks Y/N! I’m glad I could depend on you.”

-Brunnhilde couldn’t help but grin as you unfused with him, covering your bright red face with your hands, sounding like a deflated balloon.

-When the gods started yelling at you, outraged that you helped a human, but Nikola was surprised when you didn’t look concerned. You sent a harsh glare that shut many of them up, “Want to repeat those words?” nobody spoke back up and you grinned, seeing that nobody was brave enough to oppose you, which stunned Nikola.

-You turned and grabbed his hand, “C’mon cutie- we’re going for a drink! You can tell me science stuff while we spend time with each other.” Nikola could only blush, surprised by your bold nature, but didn’t fight you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror nikola tesla #ror brunhilde

[mvltisstuff]

hello again, i’ve requested a few times (the feels and sweet nothing) and i was hoping i could request again? (i think i might add an emoji at the end bc i love your writing and will keep requesting as much as you allow ❤️❤️) anyway, i hope you’re doing well and things are going good.

i was wondering if i could request a buck fic where is partner is an artist and he finds a sketchbook of sketches of him and when he asks about it they talk about how pretty he is and how deserves to be appreciated and just making him feel super loved with it. thank you if you get to it and ofc no troubles if you don’t. take care 🥰

also is 🚒 good for a way to recognize me??

wasteland, baby! - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: omg you always have such creative ideas! i love receiving requests so always feel free :)) 🚒 = ❤️‍🔥 i also won’t be posting as frequently for the next few weeks due to finals, but after that i’ll be posting a ton!!

buck had come over to y/n’s apartment after his shift for dinner, and the scent of thick acrylic paint and primer had stung at his nostrils. he began to love the smell, as he knew that it meant she was around. he had let himself in with his key, taking in all of the perfectly placed plants and artwork on the walls.

she had a canvas that was almost complete, with just a few finishing touches. buck had walked over to it to examine. her talent was extraordinary. he knew it was out of this world, and the way she was so proud of her pieces his made his heart swell up with love.

“hi, buck!” y/n says, beginning to walk out of the hallway from her room to her art. she was wearing a pair of dark green pants and a white t-shirt which somehow complimented her beautifully. her face had small specks of blue and red on her cheeks and black and grey streaks on her shirt. “sorry it’s such a mess in here, but doesn’t this look great?”

“no, don’t worry about the mess, but how long did that take? it’s amazing!” buck stutters a big, not being able to comprehend how art like that could come out of her hands.

“thank you, love,” she replies, taking his belongings and placing them down for him. “how was work today? anything good?”

“just a normal old day, but you know it’s the 118.”

“it is never normal at the 118,” y/n smiles and gives him a cheek kiss before going to wipe her face off. buck goes to sit down in her living room on the couch, and she follows behind him with a quick change of shirt. she placed a small pizza in the oven to cook for them, and cuddled up next to him while they told each other stories about their day.

“it was wild, y/n,” buck starts. “i mean this woman literally rose from the dead after like 15 minutes, after being under a street. oh! you’re going to love this- and we saved some puppies in a sewer.”

“oh my god, are they ok?”

“they’re all fine, but i’m not sure if we are right now.”

“what do you mean?” she asks, slowly and carefully.

“you don’t smell something burning?”

she takes a deep inhale and looks over to her smokey kitchen. it wasn’t too bad, but definitely enough to make it inedible. “shit! fuck, i forgot about it!” she says, bouncing the pan up and down while trying not to burn herself.

y/n was busy discarding of the pizza when buck looked over at her with joy. he had a cheeky smile on his face and was laughing at the forgetfulness of both of them. he looked back down in front of him and the coffee table, and he saw a book that y/n always has on her. she brings it to work, to her family, anywhere she goes, she has it. it was her beloved sketchbook, filled with hundreds of small doodles and big pieces. buck has seen a lot of things in it, admiring each one before he comes across a bookmarked section.

when he flips the pages of the book, he notices that the person that is sketched and shaded looks particularly familiar. he makes note of the sharp nose and soft, but hard jaw. he sees the famous birthmark on the side of his face. he’s never looking right on, though. he’s always focused on something or has a light grin on his face. buck knows these are of him, but he doesn’t think he had any importance to be the top drawing in her book.

y/n walks back in to greet her boyfriend, “i think we might just have to ord-“ she looks at the sketches that she had put on that paper. a heat rose up into her face, reddening her cheeks and making her feel a sense of embarrassment.

“a-are these me?” buck asks, quietly. y/n nods, slowly, praying that she didn’t make him uncomfortable and that she will see him again tomorrow. “i-um..”

“you don’t have to say anything, buck. i never meant for you to see those and if you don’t like them, i’ll never do it again i swear. you just, you’re so beautiful, buck. and i love to draw beautiful things.”

“i just don’t know what to say, these are so good. i feel like you know me more than i know myself,” he says, chuckling a bit.

“you like ‘em?”

“i love them,” buck says.

“good, i just couldnt stop myself. you are always so pretty, no matter what and i want you to know that, so i tried to convey it through this. i was going to show you eventually, but i wanted to do more.”

“why me, though? you could draw anyone,” buck asks.

“no one else is you! you might have a pretty face and all but there is really nothing more beautiful than your soul. you are filled with so much love and sweetness and i’ve been dying to find a way to show you, because you are loved, evan. i love you and i wanted to put my two favorite things together. not a day goes by where i have anything but love for you.”

suddenly, the feeling in bucks chest is rising stronger, feeling like it’s going to burst. when it does, he has strong riptides of tears in his eyes. with a pure smile on his face, he passionately leaves a kiss on her lips, and he feels loved for the first time.

growing up, his parents never showed him love. he always begged for it from everyone he knew, and now he feels like it isn’t deserved. but someone, y/n made him feel like he will forever be worthy of love. and he will never forget how she fixed him for the best.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #athena grant #henrietta wilson #howie han #maddie buckley

[forgeofthenine]

I got bit by another idea bug and I blame you for reblogging the “Single Dad Dammon” post. I see that and raise you “Tav and Dammon were together before the fall and got separated because Tav was away when the city fell”. (The Tav in the scenario that bit me is not a tiefling, mainly because mine isn’t but this narrative does also work with a tief Tav)

And then when they’re freed from the hells, he has no idea how to find you and you have no idea how to find him. But gods you try. You follow every scrap of a rumor once you’re done grieving and manage to pull yourself together when you can accept that yes, for now (only for now, it can only be for now, please gods don’t let this be life from now on) your husband and child are gone. You chase every thread of hope until there’s nothing left to give and then you move onto the next. The old adventuring instincts you buried when you put away your weapons and armor come screaming back to life from where they went dormant the second you found yourself caught by a pair of eyes like the sunrise over the horizon.

And then you get the word that the city is back and you immediately turn and start running home. But before you can make it there you here word about the city exiling all the tieflings and you can only force yourself to march on, listening for any word of where they may be headed while a white hot rage burns in your chest at the thought of your family going through yet more hardship.

You finally learn that the exiles are heading to Baulder’s Gate and you make your way there, beating the crowds and finding a place to live in the city. (You’ve amassed a small fortune in your recent travels, but it was already a struggle to force yourself just to survive and frivolities held no joy. The only exception was if some little bauble or trinket caught your eye that you thought either of them would enjoy.)

You spend days checking with those managing the influx of refugees, checking multiple times a day for if their names have come though with no results. Logically, in the part of your mind that has to know these things, not everyone who disappeared would have survived Avernus. Ever more have probably fallen on the journey to a new home. But you can’t think about that. They will make it, you will hold them again. You will. (You dont know what you’ll do if you can’t)

One day you overhear some of the newer arrivals talking about the troubles on the road with the goblins and the Absolute’s cult and this is a problem you can help with. You had no way to get to the hells and save your family, never mind rescue your entire city (because as much as you want to, as much as you would want to take your family and run, you would have to try) but goblins and cultists? These are mortal issues that can be solved by mortal means. So you once again put away your sensible clothes, you lock up your new home and task a neighbor with watching it while you’re away and head off, newly armed.

Your maybe a day or two from the city when you get snatched by the Nautiloid and now you have a whole new host of problems to deal with and as much as you wish you could abandon everything and keep searching, you’re no good to anyone dead or a mindflayer. And so you gather your new companions and march on.

Back at the Grove, Dammon is as settled as they can be when your hosts are already planning to chase them from the only safe refuge they’ve had in recent memory. The Archdruid who championed their stay is gone and Zevlor isn’t making any headway with Kagha. Now the goblins are literally at their door again and they’re just waiting until the druids push them into their arms when a ruckus at the gate swells and then suddenly ends. The sounds of battle outside fade to nothing and the gate is opened.

Those that left with Halsin rush in first, followed at a more sedate pace by your party. You have your talk with Zevlor and learn that this is another group of refugees from Elturel. It takes a moment for your heart to catch up with your mind after the conversation ends and suddenly you’re moving, scanning every face you pace, looking for those eyes. The sounds of the world fade away as your ears are full of nothing but a roaring. You pass the training area, your companions following you worriedly. One shouts your name as you head into the common area the tieflings are sharing and Dammon head snaps up at the sound. Your eyes track the movement as a result of years of habit and there he is.

Your reunion is slow, you’ve never been one for big showy emotions but that does nothing to stop the tears from beginning to pour from your eyes as you abruptly start forward towards him.

Dammon is frozen as you walk towards him. He slowly puts down his tools and takes off his apron, convinced that every move he makes will wipe away the mirage he’s sure you are. And yet you’re still there, still walking towards him. He can see the tears and he longs to wipe them away. Then you’re in front of him and you don’t know which one of you reaches for the other first but you hold each other so tight you know there’ll be bruises. It’s only when your child runs up to you and cries out for you that you separate for a moment and come back together again, the three of you bundled tightly with Dammon holding you both so securely that you wondered how you hadn’t fallen apart without him.

I can honestly see it going either way after that, either Dammon joins your camp (because like hell is he letting you run off without them so soon. And you may as well be together anyway, the last time he and your child stayed behind for safety the hells opened up and swallowed their city.)

Or you separate with plans to meet up in Baulder’s Gate once you’re safe again and then reuniting at the Last Light instead. He confess how guilty he feels for running with your child, how others might have been saved if he stayed but he couldn’t take that risk. You hold him while he shakes with his guilt and kiss his brow, his cheeks, his lips, whatever you can while you thank you for saving your child and himself. 🪻

I'm honestly so obsessed with this you won't even believe-

The idea of a short trip separating you from loved ones for weeks, not even knowing if they're alive or if you might see them again. That sweet relief of reuniting (and the palpable confusion of the rest of your group), the needing to figure out 'whats next?'

I'd honestly love a way for Tavs to have a previous connection to existing NPCs (other than durge and Orin/Gortash), even if just from a roleplaying perspective. I adore this though, I always love seeing what you send in flower anon <3

#bri rambles #bri answers #bg3 #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #flower anon

[dirtytransmasc]

I was thinking about the AU where all Eywa’s creatures just love Spider and a funny thought came to me.

So we know that Ikrans are pretty aggressive, the normal (cut to Kiri giving a middle finger) way to bond with one is by fighting them while they try to kill you. And the AU dictates that the animals of Pandora mostly interact with Spider in much softer ways.

So this disconnect of normally being very aggressive with people they aren’t bonded to and not actually wanting to hurt this kid put in my brain the image of an ikran “biting” Spider the same way that pelicans “bite” capybaras

Spider sits there totally unbothered, the Ikran is all “haha! I have bitten you, I am big and mean”, and Jake or someone panics going “fuck fuck fuck tHE TEETH” and being so confused as to why there’s no blood anywhere

blessed spider hands out heart attacks by the handful, cause he likes to play rough with these creatures who could bit him in half, split him in half, crush him, swallow him whole, and or drown him in the blink of an eye.

he turns titanothere and sturmbeasts into gentle giants, slinths and thanoters into glorified house cats, ikran into puppy dogs.

most ikran, bonded and "unbonded" (that boy will find a way to claim his ikran, if not completely on accident) take to spider like he is part of their flock, they treat him like one of their young. so they nestle up to him, they play with him, attempt to teach him hunting and fighting skills. so while jake has a crisis cause they're play-mouthing on the boy, spider's just full of giggles. and its not like its just the ikran getting in on this play fighting, no no, its spider too. he'll latch onto their beaks, hanging off of them, or hiding under their wings, wrestling with their tails. with younger ikran, ones that are still young and immature, they definitely feel a sense of playful pride when they play with the little child, carrying their heads high when spider concedes the match and declares them the winner.

this is in fact, what it looks like.

so while jake downs his blood pressure medication, spider is having the time of his life being the baby of the flock. he spends a lot of time with the ikran, wherever they stay after hometree is destroyed. it gets him sorta accepted into the clan, cause no one dares go against their ikran, so when they force everyone to be nice to the baby, they get their way. plus, when you literally share a mind with another creature, they have some influence. I just imagine spider waiting for a hunter to land, and the hunter just feeling their ikrans joy at seeing the boy, and despite all better judgment, also feeling a swell of joy because of it.

wild ikran tend to mess with him when he follows his siblings and other hunters (cause I'm giving this boy friends) to claim their ikran. never once getting to rough with him, but curiously approaching him, sniffing at him, and with some help from spider, initiating play. now because they don't have any close human or na'vi experience, the play can come off a bit rough, but spider swears they never hurt him

and just some soft thoughts I had; spider will fall asleep, practically in the claws of an ikran, as they're basically the size of him, and its the sweetest mental image ever.

all in all, spider is basically pandora's snow white meet wild child, making domestic pets out of dangerous creatures.

#spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #jake sully #and his ever rising blood pressure #will never not be funny to me

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Stable Girl: Chapter Eight

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

chapter rating: E (face sitting, ass eating, unprotected anal sex, double penetration, squirting, talks of Sarah’s death, joel crying, baby stuff, breastfeeding, all in all these two just being obsessed with each other)

word count: 5.2k

authors note: this is mostly just a soft filler chapter with literally the most filthy smut i’ve written for these two. super self indulgent and fluffy bc i just wanna give these two happiness 😭

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“Could you grab another blanket, baby? I think Luna’s getting cold.” You were sat out in the backyard around a bonfire, Luna fast asleep in your arms while Lucas laid in Maria’s.

“Sure thing, darlin.” Joel kissed your head as he stood up from his spot beside you and walked inside.

The twins had just reached the four-month mark, their distinct personalities now making it easy to tell the two apart though they looked so similar.

Luna was a lovebug, always needing to be held and spoiled with kisses. She rarely cried and was a big fan of the sound of laughter, her own giggles beginning to sound more human than the incoherent crackles from before. She loved to eat and loved to sleep even more. She was the easy baby.

And then there was Lucas. A Miller boy through and through. He rarely slept, loved a good tantrum, but when you got him in the right mood, he was the softest and most cuddly baby boy in the world. His eyes were just like his fathers, and whenever you looked into them, you swore you saw the same kind of soul inside that you saw when you looked into Joel’s—soft and sensitive, good and honest.

Around you at the fire sat Tommy, Maria, their now seven-year old daughter Vivienne, Ellie, and Ellie’s “kind of special, I guess” friend (as Ellie dubbed her), Cat. Joel had managed to hunt a rare Bison, giving most of the meat to the town’s butcher but reserving enough for a little barbecue.

As someone who lost their parents very young, you felt a swelling amount of joy and belonging in your heart on nights like these. You’d lost a father, a mother, and most recently cut all ties with your brother, but by some miracle found a new group of people to call your family—a home in the midst of desolation.

“Here, lemme take her for a while,” Joel returned holding a fleece blanket, scooping the sleeping baby girl out of your arms and into his.

It was nights like these that your adoration for the man beside you became almost unbearable, your entire body longing to climb on his lap and hug him so tightly that you merged into one being.

He was so attentive with your children, so helpful and patient, so sweet with you, and on top of all the emotional needs he was meeting, he also looked criminally handsome. He outdid himself tonight, wearing your favorite flannel, leaving the top few buttons open to show off the chest you so dearly wished to pepper with kisses.

It was impossible not to be absolutely head over heels in love with him, and now with one year of feeling this way under your belt, you were sure that the feeling would never fade no matter how many years passed.

“Hey, I heard we’re gonna have to build another stable with all the horses you’ve been wranglin’ from outside,” Tommy called over the fire to you, your eyes unwilling to turn away from Joel. He was leaning down, head tilted, smile wide and dimpled, mumbling to your baby girl and making her giggle. Tommy whistled at you and your head finally turned, a smile still on your face from watching your partner. “You hear me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, shrugging. “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? You went from not bein’ able to even hold a gun to bein’ out there able to hold your own. We’re proud of you.” Maria interjected with a smile, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at the praise. You never were very good at receiving a compliment.

“Well, thank you guys. I like it out there now…in very small doses.” Joel chuckled at your response, your eyes meeting his. He reached over and tapped your knee with a half-grin.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” You just smiled down at your lap, too consumed with your cutesy feelings for him to look him in the eye anymore. Joel must’ve sensed something was up because not a minute later he was scooting his chair closer to yours until your thighs were flush together, his hand reaching to rub at your back mindlessly as he carried on conversation with his family. “Tommy, I was an angel growin’ up. You were the bad one. Remember that time you skipped class and then I got grounded for it?”

“Oh, hell, this shit again,” Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “It wasn’t my fault.”

“No, but you coulda said somethin!” You chuckled at his enthusiasm, rarely seeing him in such a social mood.

“What happened?” You asked softly, nudging his side with your shoulder. Joel turned to look at you with a chuckle, eyes flickering to your lips before speaking.

“Tommy was a freshman and I was a junior, and I’m at school because I wasn’t bad like him. I actually enjoyed learnin—“

“Alright, Einstein,” Tommy interrupted with a chuckle.

“Anyways, I guess Tommy ditched class to go hang out at the mall or smoke cigarettes or somethin, I don’t know. But they call up our parents and tell ‘em that their son had skipped school, and my parents thought that Tommy was a saint, so they automatically assumed it was me,” Joel chuckled and pointed his finger at Tommy. “And Tommy didn’t say shit! He got home at the same time I did, and he listened to them nail into me and ground me for a god damn month and let me take the fall.”

“I wasn’t about to get grounded and ruin my perfect reputation with mom and dad.” Tommy shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

“Unbelievable,” Joel chuckled and turned his head to look at you, your eyes batting from exhaustion and some dreamy sort of affection for him that was always present but extra apparent at the moment. He leaned in to your ear and whispered to you. “You tired, baby?”

“A little,” you looked at him, hoping that he’d see the longing in your eyes for him so that you wouldn’t have to say the words. “I’m gonna go put the babies down and take a bath.”

“Alright,” he smiled at you as you took Luna into your arms before walking around to grab Lucas with the other, both babies fussing a bit at being woken up but quickly going back to sleep.

•••

“Y’all have a good night,” Joel said goodbye to his brother and his family, seeing them out through the back gate before going over to the fire to put it out, Ellie and Cat still sitting there talking. “Sorry, girls. Gotta put this out before I get too lazy to do it later.”

“No problem, we’re headed inside anyways.” Ellie stood up and grabbed Cat’s hand, Joel smiling to himself at her affectionate side making a rare appearance.

“Have a good night, kids.” He called out to them and Ellie waved at him from over her shoulder as they disappeared into her garage-turned-bedroom.

With the fire now out, Joel could head inside, desperate to get his hands on Sunshine like he’d been itching to do all night long.

He wasn’t sure if she was even aware of it, but she was wearing the same knit dress that she wore the night they first slept together, and it was driving him wild. He wanted to recreate that night, him on the couch, her riding him with their clothes still on because they were too desperate to wait. Every time she looked over at him with that innocent smile, cradling his babies one at a time, he felt consumed with a almost maddening kind of love for her. He’d do anything she asked of him, good or bad, right or wrong, it didn’t matter.

She was in the bathroom when he finally found her, wrapped in a towel and brushing her teeth. Joel smiled at her through the mirror, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms. She giggled and tipped her chin up at him through the mirror, as though to ask “what’s up?”.

“Just enjoyin’ the view,” he was tired, his voice huskier and deeper than normal, and he knew the effect it would have on her. Sunshine grinned as she spit out her toothpaste, swishing her mouth with a homemade mouthwash she concocted before turning around to smile at him.

“I’ve been enjoying the view all night. It’s a nice view.” She pulled him in by his belt loops, Joel breathing in the delicate scent of her soap as he ran his hands up and down her arms.

“Have you?” He sounded truly surprised by her confession, not having caught a single hint that she must’ve tried throwing his way.

“You didn’t know?” She asked with equal shock, Joel shaking his head.

“No, why didn’t you say somethin’? I woulda kicked ‘em all out hours ago.” He trailed his fingertips over the edge of the towel around her chest, slowly undoing the fold she’d created there to keep it on. Sunshine held it on her body, just allowing the front to fall open. Joel sucked in a sharp inhale at the sight of her body, her breasts still larger than normal from the breastfeeding but the rest of it returning to the state it was in when he met her aside from a few new stretch marks that he’d become well acquainted with over the past few months, showering them with kisses. “Look at you, baby. I’ll never get enough of this.”

“You flatter me, Joel Miller,” she smiled at him the way she did when she was trying her best to accept a compliment, her mouth twisting a little and the apples of her cheeks becoming more prominent. He traced over her cheekbone with his thumb, trailing it down to her bottom lip before pinching her chin.

“I love you so damn much, you know that?” His sincerity seemed to come as a shock to her, that bashful smile fading to a look of awe. “I’m so glad you picked me. Can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

“Joel,” she chuckled, her shy smile returning again. “You’re going to make me cry, you know my hormones are still all over the place.”

He laughed, nodding at her before softening his eyes. “I can’t help it. I’m so in love with you.”

She stood up off the counter, letting her towel fall to the floor as she walked him back against the opposite wall, her hand holding his jaw as she pulled him down for a kiss. Joel groaned into it, his hands gripping her hips and tugging her tight to his frame. Sunshine was kissing him breathless, his brows furrowing as he tried his best to show her how much he loved her through such a small physical act.

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips, Joel nodding as he kissed her again, backing her out of the bathroom and down the hall to his bedroom, the couple making sure to be quiet as to not disturb the sleeping infants in the next room.

“Fuck, I love you, baby,” he breathed out as he shut the door with his foot, his hands now palming her ass.

“I want…wanna try something tonight,” she pulled away from him, her smile bashful as she looked up into his eyes. “But I don’t know if you’ll want to do it.”

“I’ll do anything for you.” It was sincere. It didn’t matter what she asked of him—it was hers.

“I wanna…have all of you tonight. As much as I can get.” She unbuttoned his flannel as she spoke, Joel’s eyes locked on her fingertips and his breathing shallow. “I want you…to fuck me in the ass—“

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Joel breathed out in a barely audible whisper, his cock going from a half-chub to painfully hard in a second.

“And while you do that, I want your fingers inside my pus—“

Joel didn’t need another word to leave her lips, his mouth crashing against hers as he picked her up, ignoring her giggled squeal as he walked her to the bed and laid her down, his body covering hers like a shield.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, darlin’…do you feel how hard you got me?” He pressed himself against her bare center, Sunshine’s eyes rolling back in her head as the seam of his jeans rubbed her clit just right. “You want all of me tonight, baby?”

Sunshine said nothing, simply nodding her head adamantly and ripping his shirt open, the buttons flying across the room.

“I’ll fix it tomorrow,” she breathed out as her lips latched onto his neck, his hips still grinding against her as she fumbled with his belt buckle. “Use the belt on me.”

“What?” He asked in a chuckle, lifting his head to look at her.

“Tie my hands behind my back when you fuck me.” Joel couldn’t help the moan that slipped out at her request, his cock having already been aching for her when she was simply wearing a dress and cradling his children. Now here she was asking the most filthy, sensual requests from him, and he was barely hanging on.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he quickly forced his jeans and underwear off his body, stepping out of them before flipping her over onto her knees, her ass arched in the air in the middle of the bed. Joel used his belt to bind her wrists together, slipping the leather through the slats in his headboard. “Like this?”

“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned out, Joel’s eyes lowering to her dripping pussy. He let out a growl as he lowered his mouth to her slit, spreading her arousal around to her tighter hole with his tongue. He could feel her pussy fluttering as he swirled his tongue around her tight ring of muscle, his fingers joining the party and slipping inside of her pussy to target that special spot inside. “Oh my god, Joel…I need it so bad.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I gotta work you open first. Don’t wanna hurt you,” he placed a kiss to the round swell of her ass, her walls twitching around his fingers as he continued to fuck her with them. He pulled them out once he was well drenched in her slick, rubbing the two fingertips over her tight ring, adding pressure as he went. “You ever done this before?”

“What do you think?” She quipped playfully.

“No?” He asked with a chuckle, Sunshine nodding. “Me neither, so…you gotta tell me what hurts and what feels good.”

“I will, baby.” Her soft and shy reassurance melted his heart a bit more than he expected, his lips pressing against the bottom of her spine.

Joel finally breached her entrance with one finger, taking it slow as he loosened her up, his other hand reaching down to rub at her clit the way he’d learned got her off best. Sunshine tugged at the restraints around her wrist as she let out a soft moan, their sex life not affected by the newborns aside from the volume in which they could fuck at now.

“Stay just like that,” he ordered, Sunshine nodding in compliance. Joel laid on his back between her open thighs, smiling at the view of her pussy right above his face. “Looks so damn good, darlin. Why don’t you sit down and give me a taste?”

Sunshine obliged, her pussy resting against his waiting mouth and grinding against it. Joel hummed at her taste, one hand holding her hip to keep her down against his mouth, the other reaching around to continue working her open while she rode his face.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” his finger was now all the way inside of her tight hole so he added another, surprised that the new digit triggered her orgasm, her pussy gushing on his tongue. Sunshine was breathless from holding in her moans, her thighs shaking around his head. “So sweet.”

“I’m ready, Joel. Please, fuck me in the ass,” Joel groaned against her inner thigh as he peppered it with kisses before sliding out from underneath her. He expertly flipped her onto her back, the belt twisting as she remained restrained to it. Smiling at her genuinely, the couple allowed themselves to laugh together for a moment, both so worked up that it was comical. “Mm, I love that I can laugh with you.”

Her words touched him in a way he hadn’t been prepared for, his smile turning into a loving frown.

“I love you, Sunshine.” He stroked her burning cheeks with his knuckles, his cock prodding at her entrance and sinking in out of instinct. Both of them gasped at the slick vacuum of her pussy around him, his thrusts deep and grinding before he was pulling out of her and repositioning himself at her other hole. “Are you sure about this?”

“Completely.” He leaned forward to kiss her as his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle with little resistance from the slickness of her orgasm. Joel gasped at the tightness around the head of his girth, Sunshine’s face contorting into a look of pain.

“Are you okay, darlin? Is it too much?” She shook her head violently, a deep, animalistic moan falling from her lips as she pulled on her restraints to try and pull him down. Joel leaned forward, kissing her and cradling her face as he inched his length in little by little until he was fully seated inside of her. “So fuckin’ tight, baby. You ready for me to move?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she panted, Joel’s hands on either side of her body keeping him upright as he slid out before pushing all the way back in, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Jesus, you’re so fucking big, Joel. Feels so good.”

“You feel amazin’, honey…so good for me. Takin’ it all. You want more?” Joel rasped as he tried not to finish at the mere sight of her body beneath his, open and all for him.

“Yes, fuck, want your fingers,” she begged, opening her eyes. Joel softened his pleasured scowl, smiling down at her as he lowered his fingers to her dripping pussy, sliding them in while never once breaking eye contact. When he curled them up to rub against her spot at the same time as his cock thrusted into her, she shuddered with pleasure, her walls fluttering around him. “So good, it’s so fucking g-good, Joel.”

“I know, I know…so fuckin’ good. Makes you wanna cry, don’t it?” He purred into the air, his hips snapping into her while his fingers targeted her g-spot, thumb rubbing circles against her clit.

“I love you so much, Joel,” her eyes opened and she looked up at him like he hung the stars up in the sky, all restraint leaving him as he pounded into her furiously, his fingers cramping but unrelenting in their attack. “G-gonna make me cum, feels…too good…please cum with me, baby. Cum for me.”

“Fuck,” he closed his eyes for the first time, so close to the edge that he could tip over at anytime, but he wanted to do this together. Lowering his lips to hers, he felt her start to gush around his fingers, a wicked smile growing on his face. “You gonna squirt for me, Sunshine? Gonna make a mess?”

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m—oh!” He pulled his fingers out and watched as she wet his lower stomach, his hand now rubbing at her clit to work her through he pulsing orgasm that sucked his cock deeper into her tighter hole until he was pulling out and laying his cock on her stomach, white ropes of his release pooling there as he came so hard he nearly passed out. Joel was still moaning a full minute after his release hit him, the aftershocks of his bliss almost violent. “That was so good, baby.”

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed with a chuckle, leaning forward to undo the restraints on her wrists, frowning at the red marks left on her skin. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” He tilted her head at her as though to ask the question again. “Only the good kind of hurt, I promise.”

“Next time I’ll find somethin’ softer to tie you up with,” he lowered his mouth to hers for a soft kiss, their breathing still labored and hearts still pounding. “We made a mess.”

“Yeah, we did.” She grinned at him, running her hands through his hair.

“Let’s hop in the shower,” he stood up and held his hand out for her to take, her legs weak, thighs trembling, and body covered in the mixture of their releases, but she stood up anyways, letting him carry most of her weight as they crept over to the bathroom with quiet giggles.

Their shower quickly turned into another bath once they washed off the mess of their romp, Sunshine’s back pressed against Joel’s chest in the hot water. Joel’s fingers trailed up and down her arm and shoulder, his lips kissing any bit of skin he could find as he hummed a song for her at her request.

“I wanna tell you about somethin’ I’ve been sorta holdin’ off on,” Joel’s voice was thick with exhaustion, but neither of them were quite ready to give up this time alone yet, their days consumed with taking care of their twins, going to work, and watching over Ellie. Sunshine tilted her head a bit to look at him better, his finger tracing the curve of her jawline.

“Okay,” she nodded, eyes searching his with concern.

“It ain’t nothin’ to worry about, just…I know I haven’t told you about the night Sarah passed, and…I don’t know. I guess it’s just taken me this long to finally be able to talk about it, so I wanna talk about it.” She nodded again, her hand rubbing his thigh beneath the water. “It was my birthday. She, uh, I was home late—always home late back then—and I remember feeling so damn tired. My start-up was just a damn weight around my neck, and I was a single dad—anyways. I just wanted to sleep, but she wasn’t havin’ that, not without makin’ sure I felt special on my birthday…my sweet baby girl.”

Joel smiled at the memory, Sarah holding out the small box, his hands opening it to see a watch—the watch that was now sitting on the bathroom counter.

“She gave me that watch over there. I don’t know how she did it or where she got the money—she said she was selling ‘hardcore drugs’.” Sunshine chuckled, her eyes locked on his as he told the story. “Anyways, I put her to bed one minute, and the next I was bein’ woken up by this commotion outside. I turned on the news and saw…chaos. I don’t know how to explain it, but it just felt like one bad, bad dream.”

“I remember,” she nodded, Joel’s eyes turning to hers. He kissed her forehead and hummed.

“I found her awake, in my office. Had to grab my gun and kill one of our neighbors who’d already been infected right in front of my little girl. It was awful.” He nuzzled his cheek against her head, hugging her body close. “And then Tommy came and picked us up. Left all our shit behind. It was chaos, everyone tryin’ to get out but nobody able to.”

He took a beat before continuing, the next part the hardest to retell.

“Everything was happenin’ so fast. I hardly remember it all. Just bits and pieces. Me and Sarah runnin’ through the town on fire, seein’ shit neither of us ever should’ve had to see…and then I thought we’d made it. Thought we were in the clear. But…the military had already occupied the town, and there was one guard out in the field we’d ran into.” He sighed, closing his eyes and squeezing them shut for a minute as the scene played over in his head, a tear falling down his cheeks at the memory he’d kept locked away for so long now finally being brought back to the surface. “I didn’t know he had a gun until it was too late. I tried…tried to reason with him. Tell him we weren’t sick. None of it mattered. He got the order to shoot, and he did.”

“Oh, baby.” She turned around in his hold, hugging him close in the water, her face nuzzled into his neck.

“I tried to dodge it, and I thought I did a good job. Thought I protected her—the only person I needed to protect. But…I didn’t.” He cleared his throat, taking in a deep breath. “She was shot in the stomach. Too much blood lost. Tommy and I stayed there for as long as we could, holdin’ her…tellin’ her I was sorry.”

Joel was fully crying now, held together only by the loving embrace of the woman in his arms. She squeezed him so tightly that in any other circumstance it might have hurt, but at that moment it just made him feel like he wouldn’t shatter. That he might make it out of retelling this story in one piece.

“We buried her that night—or Tommy did, I should say. I couldn’t…wasn’t of any use for a long time.” He wiped away his tears with the palm of his hand. “The watch got broken in the crossfire, and I left it like that for a long time. Didn’t want to touch it. Didn’t want to look at it. But, Ellie brought it to me when you were givin’ birth, repaired. She said she wanted me to have it so it could feel like Sarah was there with me, and…it did. I haven’t taken it off since except to shower. It just…makes me feel like I still have a part of her around. I think she’d love the twins. Think she’d love you.”

“I am so sorry, Joel. So sorry.” She lifted her head to look into his eyes, a small smile growing on his face.

“It’s okay,” he assured, kissing her forehead. “I’ve made my peace with it, or…I’m trying to at least.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Her words were sincere, thick with affection and pride. “None of that was your fault. I need you to know that. You didn’t fail her, didn’t hurt her, you were just trying to get her to safety and someone else came along and took her from you. None of it was your fault.”

“I love you,” he wouldn’t disagree with her like he wanted to, so he chose to say the second thing that popped into his mind. “You have given me so much. Helped me through so much. I…never thought I’d get to this point. And I owe it all to you, Ellie, and those twins that I think I can hear squawkin’ right now.”

“Thought I was hallucinating it,” she chuckled and he let out a small huff of amusement, kissing her forehead again. “Come on, let’s go deal with them and then get some rest. You look exhausted, my cowboy.”

“I am exhausted,” he nodded. Sunshine kissed his lips sweetly before standing up and stepping out of the tub, wrapping her body in a towel and holding one open for Joel as he joined her in the cold autumn air of the un-heated home.

They both shivered a bit as they dried off in the bedroom, changing into their pajamas before Joel headed in to the twins room while Sunshine changed the sheets.

Luna and Lucas were both up, the latter screaming his head off while his sister just stared with tired eyes at her father. Joel reached in to grab his baby boy first, bouncing him a bit in his arms and kissing the side of his head as he walked them back into their bedroom.

“Oh, he’s in a fussy mood,” Sunshine frowned as she took the baby into her arms, rocking him and humming as she kissed his forehead. Just like his father, Lucas was always immediately calmed by his mother’s presence, his screams turning into soft cries that turned into sniffles until he was nearly fast asleep again.

“Gonna bring in the other one,” he kissed the top of her head and left again, this time grabbing his baby girl with one arm and their respective blankets with the other.

When he walked into the room, Sunshine was laying in bed half-asleep, Lucas in her arms as he was breastfed. Joel stopped in the doorway to watch for minute, swept away by affection for her. She’d been working so hard lately, not only as a mother but also for the town. He could tell she was exhausted, and while he did everything he could to help carry the load, he still felt desperate to take away all the weight on her shoulders for a while.

So, after laying Luna down on the bed in between where her parents slept, Joel carefully plucked Lucas from her chest and walked him downstairs to make him a bottle.

“You need to take it easy on your mama, boy,” Joel playfully scolded his son as he drank his bottle, his eyes blinking up at his father. “I got a crush on her, you know? Don’t like seein’ her so tired all the time. And I know it ain’t your fault, us Miller boys have always been trouble—“

“Joel, baby,” Sunshine’s chuckles caused his head to whip around, Luna cradled in her arms. “What are you doing down here? Come up to bed.”

“I was just tryin’ to give you a break,” he walked over to her, his free arm wrapping around her shoulders to pull her into his side.

“I don’t need a break, I just need you in bed with me,” she assured, resting her head on his shoulders as they stood in the middle of their kitchen, looking down at their babies. “I think Luna’s good to go back to bed, she wasn’t hungry.”

“I’ll stay up with Lucas until he’s asleep,” he kissed her temple but she shook her head.

“So I gotta compete with my baby boy to get you in bed with me? I’ll start throwing tantrums if I have to,” she joked, Joel chuckling as he walked them upstairs.

“I promise I’ll be in bed in just a few minutes, baby.” The parents set their children down in their cribs, Lucas surprisingly going right to sleep now that his belly was full. Joel turned to a very sleepy and grumpy looking Sunshine, pointing at his son. “I think my talk with him is already startin’ to work.”

“Come here,” she pulled him in, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him close, her head on his chest. Joel hugged her back, kissing the top of her head as he swayed her. “You make me so needy for you. If I wasn’t so sleepy I’d ask you to fuck me again.”

“I can make a pot of coffee,” he joked, Sunshine chuckling against his chest.

“I can wait until morning,” she assured, letting go of him and taking his hand in hers as she led him back to their bedroom and into bed. She clung to him underneath the blankets, for warmth or sheer need for contact, he couldn’t be sure. “You’re my home, Joel. Never had one before I found you.”

“Sweet girl,” he kissed her for the millionth time that night, whispering sweet nothings to her until they were both fast asleep in each other’s arms.

Everything in his past led him here, every right, every wrong, everything that haunted him—it was all a stepping stone to her. He no longer could think about any of that, any of his demons, because in loving her, that everything had faded to nothing. Now, his everything belonged to one person, one beautiful soul that never seemed to get tired of him the way so many had before.

He wished more than anything that Sarah could be here with them, to see her father in love and happy, to be under his roof or under her own with her own family, it didn’t matter. But he knew deep down that she was in a better place, and that one day he’d be there with her again, and until then, he’d learn to feel content with her memory, the faintest sense of her presence whenever he wore his watch.

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[intimidating-fettuccine]

Lj, jason and sully with a reader who still needs to sleep with multiple pillows, stuffed animals or something to hug?

I just received hurtful comments from my mother for still sleeping with stuffed animals, it hurts a lot because I have anxiety and depression and she doesn't seem to care much

I'm very sorry that happened to you, speaking as someone that also uses some plushies for comfort. I hope this is something nice for you~

Laughing Jack:

Jack finds this trait in you to be absolutely adorable and he is going to do whatever he can to honestly help you out in any way he can. Getting you more pillows, some extra soft blankets for added comfort, and making you some stuffed animals himself as he loves doing that for you anyway. Jack loves spoiling you and making you feel as loved and appreciated as you make him feel, so this is definitely something that he would love to do for you. Whenever you sleep in his bed he makes sure to pull out some extra pillows and get as many stuffed animals as you need into the bed to feel comfortable and relaxed. However, if you'd also like to hug him for that added comfort (considering his soft, felt outside makes him nice to hug), it would absolutely melt him inside, and he'd be absolutely over the moon about it. 

Jason:

Jason absolutely also encourages this, because he does it himself. While he might not sleep with stuffed animals, he uses a very large amount of incredibly comfortable pillows as he refuses to sleep on anything less than that, and he's honestly proud that he has a partner that also needs a sleeping life of comfort and softness. Like Jack, he's also incredibly eager to try making some plushies for you, as toymaking is literally what he does, and when you use the ones he makes for you he swells with pride and joy because it means he's able to bring you that comfort. He probably even starts leaving some plushies in his own bed for whenever you sleep in it, even if he doesn't need them, just so they're always there for you. Your comfort and happiness are his top priority, and he always wants to make sure you're as at peace as you can be. 

Sully:

Does not understand how someone could ever judge you for something like that. It makes you comfortable and happy and secure, right? So why should it matter? Sully might not need any of those items to sleep with, but if it's something that helps you then he has zero judgment for you doing whatever it needs for you to achieve that level of comfort and peace. I can see him eventually just buying a bunch more pillows for his and Liu's bed for your own comfort, and I can also see him buying you new stuffed animals whenever he sees them when he's out in town just because it makes him think of you and he wants to try and help you and make you happy. When you're sharing a bed if you ever end up hugging him for that comfort it will make him internally explode, and he'll feel so emotional and happy, and develop a habit eventually of hugging you while he sleeps for comfort.

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[straykisses220]

For you… yes, you

Don’t give up. You’re good enough. You’re literally so beautiful in my eyes. Beautiful in the way the sun kisses the trees in the summer mornings. I know that’s hard to accept sometimes- for I understand how you feel. I understand you.

I’ll be here for you always, I will never leave you. As long as your heart swells and eyes glitter, mine will for you… and for that you’re not a burden.

life is beauty… you are life.

Do you not believe you are as beautiful as life itself? Do you not feel the skin melting towards your bones, do you not feel the warmth of your eyelids when you blink? You are living, so aren’t you as beautiful as life?

Think of the warmth of a needed hug. About the rain pouring down your face. Of the calmness you feel when you glare towardsthe clouds in the blue and gray skies.

I know it hurts a lot. And I know that sometimes it doesn’t even hurt. That sometimes your soul feels drained of that life you so are.

I think of you. Everyday. You run across my mind like it’s a field of sunsets and warm flowers. It gives me joy to see your real smile. The way your eyes squint and your cheeks get pink. I love your eyes, I could stare at them all eternity if I could. For when I look into your eyes, I see that life you hide.

You’re beautiful, and I know you can’t see that, not yet. I wish you could see yourself in my eyes. I love how warm you are. And I love how happy you make me.

So no, don’t give up. The world would feel too bitter without you. I love you.

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[roman-is-roaming]

Eyes Don't Lie

KÖNIG x MALE READER

warnings: Angst , Fluff , smut , a hint a fart

(A/n: I'm back! I am currently still working on my book and still animating! Time to stress relief by writing smut!!!)

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Colonel König, everybody knows him. He recently got promoted from a Sergeant to a Colonel. His eyes and body language says it all when he heard about his promotion. His eyes were beaming with joy and he could not stop fidgeting, mainly because of his anxiety. He has especially requested to not announce it to a best friend of more than 5 years, you. You and him were inseparable, literally. You both were like two locks clicked together, capable of overcoming obstacles and challenges together and that is what made both of your bond unique. He promised to keep you safe from harm and you promised to have each others backs no matter the cost. He was always beside you, out in the field, during break times and even having rooms right beside each other. It was nice having him as a friend, you both even had matching sweaters that you both grrw out of as the sweaters were made 4 years back.

"MEDIC!" Your teammates shouted as they carried you on a stretcher. The light on the ceiling irritated your eyes. Your breathing was unsteady and inconsistent, as if your lungs were ripped out of your chest. You choked on the blood that was stuck in your throat. Drops of dark red blood was left behind as your teammates were running to the medical room. The sight of you was horrifying, your teammates looked traumatized by looking at you. How bad was your injury? How did you even manage to survive that explosion? Where was König?

You were then settled down on a surface that was cold to touch. "This won't take long, (c/n). Try to stay alive." The medic then put a mask over your nose and mouth, causing you to inhale the anesthesia. Your eyes fluttered shut slowly, the last thing you heard was: "how do we tell Colonel..."

Which Colonel were they talking about?

You woke up feeling sore and weak. You groaned and shuffled your legs around the bed. "(y/n)?" You heard König's voice but it was coming from the outside. "I know, Colonel König. I think it's best if you let him rest now and back up a little bit, it takes time for him to recover from such experience." A medic told him.

Colonel König?

"König?" You called out. You could see his shadow getting bigger as he approached the door. "(y/n)..." He slowly approached you and cupped your face. "I should have never let you out on that field." He mumbled to himself, loud enough for you to hear. "You assigned me to go out in the field?" You raised an eyebrow. König eyes widened as he realised what he had just said. "You're a Colonel...?" You looked at him in his eyes. He felt the urge to come up with so many reasons but... Eyes don't lie, his eyes says it all.

"Congrats, Colonel König. How long have you been keeping this from me?" You chuckled as you leaned back on the bed. You eyes weren't as bright as they used to, König noticed. Sure you were happy for your friend but, why didn't you promote too? You were still stuck on the role of a Sergeant. After all, you were beside König and you were on the same level as him but he got the promotion instead.

"(Y/n)... Please I.. I know its-"

"More than 5 years, König. All these years, I have been friend zoned by you whenever people asked what was our relationship. I kept it from you and now this? You kept this secret from me for what exactly?"

"I didn't want to hurt you-"

"Hurt me? Well guess what Colonel. You made me feel like a shit hole. I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually had feelings for you, I thought I could finally trust someone and love them but I guess not."

König saw the tears swelled up in your eyes, he did not know what to do or say. You pushed him away and wrapped yourself in the covers, hoping all your worries and thoughts would just go away if you kept your distance away form him. You loved him but you had that jealously in your head that overpowered every other thought. "I'm sorry I just can't process right now." You said in a cracky voice.

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König was in his room, beside yours. He fidgeted with the photo frame of you and him in the matching sweater. A knock was then heard by König. "Come in." He said. It was Soap. "How are ya?" He sat next to König on the bed. "It's just... I don't know. All I see in his eyes is fear and hatered." König brushed his thumb across your face on the photo. "Do you like him too?" Soap asked. König nodded. "I thought he wouldn't feel the same."

"Try out your shot, you can't just start avoiding him y'know? I mean sure he needs space but you have his phone number right? Go ahead text him." Soap said, as he stood up and patted König's shoulder.

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K: "(y/n)?"

K: "I know you're reading this... Please (y/n)..?"

(n/n): "I'm outside your damn door open up I'm going to fall down and break into Lego pieces."

König opened his door and saw you. You both settled down on the bed and it was so awkward. He held you hand and breathed slowly. "König are you having a panick attack?" You asked. His turned to face you and locked his green eyes with your (e/c) eyes. "Ich mag dich... wirklich sehr." (I like you... I really do.) He said, as his eyes turned watery and hung his head low.

"Colonel König, look at me." You demanded. He looked up at you with sad puppy eyes. The next thing he knew was that his lips met yours as you lifted up his mask. He melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist to deepen the kiss. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

How did this all happened?

You and König were naked on his big ass bed. You saw his dick and wow, shiver me timbers down your spine. You were horny but at the same time, scared. How can that fit in you? You gulped and König noticed your nervousness. "Liebe (love)... You're in control." He carrassed your waist to calm you down. Oh how those words made you feel more relaxed. You lowered yourself on him and heard him whimper softly. Once he was fully in you, you started to move up and down. You moaned and accidently placed both of your hands on his chest. "S..shit." you cursed out. "You're doing... Mm... so well..." He said, containing his moan in. As you continued to move up and down, König touched your sensitive areas which was, obviously, your dick like that's so simple your dick is the most sensitive why wouldn't it be?

You felt overstimulated, he would not stop touching all of your sensitive areas. "K... K-könig.. Pleas...please.." you stuttered. He chuckled and kissed you. You moaned loudly as he bucked his waist up, causing his dick to go in deeper. In that moment, he and you came in the same time. Tears rolled down your face as you finally felt relieved after cumming. Your vision was blurry and you panted, a lot. Your eye lids slowly shut and you passed out on König's chest.

You were half asleep but felt a warm touch you. You fluttered your eyes open, it was König. "You're awake, I'm just cleaning you up." He said as he kissed you on the forehead.

Aftercare was great. You could lie with König and somewhat feel his pecs, amazing feeling.

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omg I can't believe I wrote smut!!! L to the O to the L!!!! Anyways requests are open!!!!! Anwyays thank you ya hip hip hooray huzzah!!!!

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[lukeevangelista]

I feel as though Ryders gf would love seeing him with maks

Uncle Ryder - Ryder Donovan

I AGREE

I also got carried away writing this but you all get an imagine out of it soooo win win I guess?

****pretend that ryder is still at wisco in this****

*****

He loves his nephew so much that anytime that you see him with him, you fall over and over again for Ryder.

Adore is an understatement when you see them together.

When his sister and her boyfriend brought Maks to Wisco when he was a baby, you watched Ryder and Shay love all over him.

That was the first time you knew you had fallen for Ryder Donovan.

After that, when she’d come to visit at Wisco or you would go to Duluth with Ryder, he’d constantly have Maks with him. He always wanted to spend time with his nephew and who were you to stop him?

You loved the kid as much as him and honestly, seeing Ry with him filled your heart with so much joy.

“I’m going to go get Maks from moms today.” Ryder said as he walked into your shared bedroom in your apartment. Ryder had just gotten back from the gym.

“V has him with her while she takes care of some stuff before they head back to Alaska. Do you wanna go with me?” He asked as he tugged his shoes on, “I think I’m gonna take him ice skating. He’s been obsessed with that mini stick that Shay gave him so why not get him started a little early?”

You chuckled at his response and you got up out of bed, “Yeah Ill go.” You grabbed Ryders sweatshirt out of the closet before finding a pair of leggings, “Do I have time to shower or..?” You looked towards him.

“Yeah babe.” He said, “I’m gonna go down and make a protein shake.”

“Do you need to shower?” You asked as you walked over to him, your hands resting softly on his chest.

“I don’t, I showered at the gym, but who said two showers are bad for you?” He grinned as he followed you into the bathroom.

***

You quickly blow dried your hair before tossing on the clothes you had picked out.

“Well that was.. something.” Ryder grinned from above you, him standing behind you in front of the mirror, seeing the hickeys across his chest, “I think you left a little something.”

“Well good thing you won’t be shirtless huh?” You shrugged as you popped your contacts in, “You ready?”

He nodded before walking out of the bathroom, grabbing his shirt before tugging it on. He made his way to the kitchen, taking care of what he was going to do before he was easily persuaded into showering with you.

“You ready?” You asked as you saw him finishing up with his protein shake.

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned as he grabbed his keys and wallet, “Lets go.”

***

To say Maks being excited to see one of his uncles was an understatement.

“Ry ry!” He shouted, scrambling off of Ryder’s moms lap the moment he saw him.

“Maks!” Ryder squatted to allow Maks to run into his arms, “I missed you!”

“I missed you more!” He yelled.

“That’s not possible!” Ryder exclaimed animatedly as he stood up with his nephew in his arms, “Mom I’m gonna take Maks out for a little bit. I think we’re gonna go ice skating.”

She gave a nod before telling them to be careful as she handed you Maks mini stick

“Have fun you guys.”

***

Now granted, Maks was only two. There was no way Ryder was putting his nephew in skates without his sisters permission, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t take him to the backyard rink in his shoes.

Ryder tied his skates along with yours before standing up to find Maks holding his mini stick, “Play?”

“Yeah buddy.” Ryder hiked his nephew up on his hip before walking to the small pond, you following behind him. Your heart swelled as you both stepped on, him immediately skating with Maks on his hip, him slowly lowering to the ice.

Maks laugh rang through the air as he continued to lap you, “Down!” He squealed as he tried to walk over to the net, “Play!”

Maks basically forced Ryder into the goal that was on the ice, him trying to score on Ry.

“That’s literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” You heard a voice from behind you, you recognizing it as Vanessa’s, “I don’t know how that couldn’t make you not want one.”

“Oh it is.” You softly laughed, “One day though. He’s been loving all over Maks today and it’s make my heart swell. He’ll be such a good dad one day.” You finished her agreeing with you.

**

It wasn’t long after Vanessa arrived that she told Ryder that she needed to get Maks in the house to get him ready for dinner then bed.

“See you later V.” Ryder hugged his sister before telling his nephew the same thing.

You mimicked his actions before the two of you got into his car, heading back to your apartment.

“So one day?” He asked. He saw the confusion strike your features before explaining himself, “I heard you talking to Vanessa.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not a bad thing.” He said as he grabbed your hand from over the console, “I honestly wouldn’t want kids with anyone else except you.” He said sweetly.

“Good because I wouldn’t want anyone else either.”

#ryder donovan imagine #ryder donovan #ryder with his nephew is the cutest #soft thoughts w/ari

[simplywylan]

so close (enchanted)

listen, this song is gorgeous. i will never, ever get over its beauty and how this long feels like falling in love. so, naturally, i have made an ENTIRE wesper scene to it in my head! let me lay it out for you.

WITH music time stamps :)))

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it all starts when kaz comes to them with another silly little plan and they all need to dress up as fancy, rich people to get into a ball. a great big fancy ball, with lots of food, drinking, and most importantly, dancing.

so jesper and wylan are situated on the floor, right on the dance floor. they've been told to just blend in, don't look suspicious, pick up little bits of information. kaz has reminded them that, at ALL costs, they need to blend in, whatever is to happen.

the band starts up. everyone starts moving to dance, in their partners, all ready to go. wylan panics and is like 'shit, what do we do jes?' and jesper, without missing a single beat, grabs wylans hand and pulls him to the middle of the room, getting ready to dance with him. because, as kaz said, at all costs. (0:00-0:46)

the music finally kicks in and everyone starts to dance, including wylan and jesper. wylan has not a single idea what is going on, and just follows jespers lead, because he trusts him. trusts him that this is needed to get through the plan. (0:46-1:23)

so they start dancing, close together, flowing with the music as perfectly as they can. wylan had no idea that jesper knew how to dance like this, but hey, he learns something new every single day apparently.

wylan is just... heart eyes. the actual definition of heart eyes. he knows they're in the middle of something important, but he just help admiring how beautiful jesper is, how close he's holding him yet how soft his hands are on his waist. he's completely in love. suddenly, the plan doesn't matter as much anymore. its just him and jesper, on the dance floor, hearts and hands entangled with one another. (1:23-1:58)

they are both entirely entranced by one another, their eyes never parting. the rest of the room has picked up on this, the two handsome gentlemen dancing in the middle of the floor like they're dancing on clouds. naturally, the crowd starts to part as they spot this, just watching these two dance because it's all they can do. it's so natural. the crowd begin to watch in awe.

wylan and jesper dont even realise they are the only ones on the floor, all smiles and giddy giggles, just happy to be with one another. (1:58-2:18)

they are so incredibly in love with one another, it's unbelievable. nobody has anything seen something so pure and beautiful as this. as the music swells, jesper wraps a sturdy arm around wylans waist and picks him up off the floor, the two twirling around, having completely forgotten they are here to actually steal stuff. the only thing they seem to be stealing is each others hearts. eventually, as the music begins to soften again, jesper puts wylan down and for a moment, they stop. wylan wants to say so much, as so much, but he instead opts for the option he knows best; he kisses jesper with every ounce of love and wonder his body can produce. jespers hands are firmly holding wylans waist, wylans hands every so gently cupping jespers jaw, slightly pulling him down so that he doesn't have to strain on his tip toes. (2:18-2:30)

jesper is taken back, but smiles as they part. they rest their foreheads together and take a moment to catch their breath, before jesper whispers something to wylan that he at first thinks he imagines, and he looks at him all doe-eyed and surprised, about to burst with absolute joy. before wylan can respond or ask about it, the music starts up again, and jesper whisks him back into the dance, their bodies moving in perfect time. (2:30-2:46)

by this time every one is dancing again, but still keeping their eyes on these two love-struck idiots in the middle of it all. it is quite literally like the world revolves around them. again, its all smiles and giggles and stolen kisses, and wylan swears his heart is about to explode in his chest. (2:46-3:10)

as the music finally comes to an end, they slow to a stop, just standing and holding one another, their bodies pressed flush up against one another. kaz and nina are watching, hidden in the crowd that didn't join the dance floor. nina's jaw is basically on the floor as she turns to kaz, who actually has a bit of a smile smacked across his usually stoic face. its then she realises that kaz knew exactly what he was doing by placing them two on the dance floor together. she turns to him, smirking and says 'you had this planned all along, didn't you?' to which kaz just looks at her and says 'perhaps.' (3:10-end)

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i am SO happy for people to take this idea and expand on it, give it edits, give it fics, give it art - whatever you want. because i love this, i am obsessed with it, and i need you all to know what i see when i listen to this song. hence why its in my wesper playlist.

#i know its long but READ IT #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #wylan x jesper #wesper drabble #wesper fic #wesper headcanon #wesper song #six of crows #soc #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #give me mood boards too i fucking love mood boards #might make one myself lol

[yulikisdoingstuff]

UT:E MCS SKETCH DUMPSTER

I've finally finished those tiny breakdowns of their current designs. Feel free to peek in. Images have descriptions 'cause of my poor writing. ^^

Warning: a lot of yapping

Joy Wonder and The Human aka C. You know a little bit about Joy by now. He's a skeleton whose family are the descendants of one of the skelebros. He's adventurous, clumsy, caring and protective. He's a typical not-like-other-kids quirky guy, which clearly shows. He's bright. (Yeah, very obvious on this monochrome image right there. You'll see colored versions one day, I promise.) And also childish. His thick glasses, dirty sneakers and fingerless gloves give off the impression of a nerdy explorer fixated on his goals.

C, on the other hand, is calm and thoughtful. His outfit is partially practical, partially fitting the small heroic spark he has. Every cool hero has a torn scarf and an old-fashioned coat! Can't forget about earrings too. Chill vibes overall. I admit, I was at first inspired by ManlyBadassHero 'cause he's the chillest hero I know. ✨

Don't ask about the Genocide route though-

I don't have much to say about them, but you'll follow them on the adventure and discover a lot yourself.

Haru Deepwaters and Trev Blackamore-Deepwaters aka ✨The Fishboys✨ (not official). These two are cousins. Alphys and Undyne were an absolute power couple long ago, hehe. Haru's side is more leaning towards their fishy fish side. They're pretty poor, but determined to survive. As you can see, Haru is a bit of a metalhead. He's a careless fighter and a ladies man. He works for the Royal Guard just because his muscles and a desire for justice are his strongest advantagess. But don't think he's stupid. He's just ignorant... sometimes on purpose. His outfit says one word: COOLNESS. And Haru likes when his clothes speak for themselves.

Trev got more of the lizard percentage in his mix. He's a part of a rich noble family close to the Queen herself. Because of that most of the time the position of The Royal Scientist is inherited, and Trev is currently in practice for it (though he basically does all the work at this point). He's the oldest of the group and the most responsible and intelligent as the result. Although his curiosity and lack of empathy may sometimes get the best of him. His clothes are layered as Trev is very sensitive to cold, and reflect his busy job. He's also quite rebellious inside, and if he had the opportunity and no status to keep, he'd look pretty scene/emo. He likes acting like a generic anime villain to scare Joy or look swell. Though he swears he doesn't watch any anime... Guess that's just how it goes when you grow up in this family. Haru is literally anime-inspired name, lol.

Also, he may or may not be on the aroace spectrum. Just the vibes.

The two don't meet much since childhood and often get into arguments due to Haru's air in the head and Trev's snobbish attitude, but they work well as a team. Sometimes.

Lorianne Dreemurr. She is a young queen who closed herself off soon after the coronation and began rebuilding this hostile environment for any human that Asgore once had. She tries to show herself as an independent leader, unlike any the monsterkind had before, that will put an end to their life in the Underground. But she might be misguided. Or is she just that tyrannical and violent? What I can say now is that she's very protective of her beliefs, to the point of sacrificing one to prove she's right and hold her power. She's short-tempered, arrogant and sensitive about failures. And strangely, she's incredibly similar to C when they're properly compared at some point. Woohoo, the main conflict of the story! Her thoughts are something to be explored in the story if I can properly explain them.

Her style is official and formal. That's all. That what she wants to be. The true politician with no feelings behind the mask of confidence. I also can assure you, her outfit may seem restrictive, but is pretty comfortable in combat. Hehe.

That's all for now! I've got a few more panels to finish before animating and finally uploading. If you have any questions about my sillies or the process, ask away! I love talking, as you may have noticed. 🌸

#undertale au #undertale:embrace #ut:e #art #sketch

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hi Nemo. I have a question for you, but please, feel free to not answer it.Will you draw Jacob or Jacob and Dottie again? It's been a while since you drew them.

Hi Nonnie!

welcome welcome to my humble abode. Please, take some coffee and some cookies.

Now. Onto your question.

Jacob and Dottie.

I honestly don't have an answer for you, because I myself don't know if I will draw them again. Or even if I will draw Jacob again.

To be quite frank, something happened in the past few months that took away my joy in drawing them or creating content for them. Even my latest artwork of them felt more like me practicing coloring than actually drawing them because they brought me any type of happiness.

When I used to draw them, it was because they brought me immense happiness, literally felt my heart swelling whenever I managed to draw them as I wanted.

But now, it's almost as if I feel a bitter taste in my mouth when I think about writing for them or drawing them. It makes me uneasy. I just don't feel the drive to approach them because somehow it hurts?

I wish this wasn't the case, because I had so much more stuff to explore with them, so many more things to draw and bring forward and create! I had so much!!

But trust me, even listening to songs or watching stuff that I always loved to watch now it has become sort of a minefield, because I am sort of triggered, and get sad.

I feel "this was so them", and then I feel like "nope, not going to do this mistake again".

I truly wish things weren't as they are, but at present, this is how the situation is.

So, to answer your question is: I don't know. I truly don't know.

I am sorry that I couldn't give a positive answer or an enthusiastic one. But I appreciated you enquiring, nonnie.

Thank you for that.

--Nemo

#ask #replies #nonnie #now if you will excuse me #I need to make myself a hot chocolate