#Bc this shit was what I desperately tried to avoid

[merlinity]

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[7ndipity]

Sharing a Bed With Their Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would react to sharing a bed with their crush.

Warnings: swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this, though now I have to ask myself how have I run this blog for this long without using the “And there was only one bed!” trope?!

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Jin: He tries to be nonchalant and acts like it’s not a big deal, but you can tell he’s actually super nervous. Sticks to his side of the bed and tries to just go to sleep, but after a bit, you both realize that you’re still wide awake and end up kinda laughing about the whole thing. You end up talking for a while until you both fall asleep. Wakes up the next morning still curled towards you, just watching you for a bit until you start to stir and then pretends to still be asleep(but fails bc you can see his ears turning red)

Yoongi: There’s definitely some initial awkwardness, he tries offering to just take the couch or the floor, but you won’t hear of it. Once you're both in the bed and settled on your respective sides, he relaxes surprisingly quickly. It feels really natural and almost normal in a way? Like why haven't you been doing this already? He ends up sleeping better than he has in weeks, breaking into a tiny grin as soon as he wakes up and catches sight of you sleeping peacefully next to him.

Hobi: He’s soo fucking nervous, he almost falls of the bed because he’s stuck soo close to the edge of the mattress, not wanting to make you feel crowded or uncomfortable. Calms down a bit after you let him know that you’re alright and that you don’t mind being in close quarters with him. Freaks out a lil when he wakes up wrapped around you, but he doesn’t dare move at first until you shift closer, slipping an arm around him as well and making his heart almost explode with happiness.

Namjoon: Tries to be chill and remind himself that it’s not really a big deal, but he can’t help freaking out just a lil bit inside. Sticks to his side of the bed and tries not to move too much to avoid bothering you. Wakes up in the middle of the night to you tucking yourself against his side for warmth, making him absolutely melt inside, instinctively wrapping a protective arm around you. The two of you wake up in the morning completely tangled together, but neither of you are willing to be the first to pull away.

Jimin: He tries so hard to be a gentleman about it, offering to sleep on the floor, keeping to the farthest edge of the mattress from you. You’d almost think he hates you from the way he’s acting, but nothing could be farther from the truth, he’s just desperate to avoid making you uncomfortable. Somehow still ends up waking up spooning you and tries to scooch away before you realize, but when you whine and snuggle closer to him, his brain just fritzes out and he can’t help pulling you closer, burying his face in your neck.

Taehyung: Has the biggest, shit-eating grin on his face, teasing you the whole time you’re both getting ready for bed. Until you actually get in the bed, and then he suddenly turns shy, flustered at how cute and cozy you look and hyper aware of your warmth radiating from your side of the bed. He’s a cuddly sleeper, so he winds up gravitating towards you during the night. Realizes waking up next to you is how he wants to wake up for the rest of his life, and starts trying to plan the right way to tell you so.

Jungkook: He acts super chill about it, making lil jokes left and right, but on the inside he is screaming. He legitimately doesn’t know how to act; should he face away, or will that come off as cold and rude? But what if you think he’s trying to put the moves on you if he faces towards you?! His anxiety disappears tho the moment you roll over during the night and cuddle into his side. When you wake up in the morning, you get a lil shy about hugging him in your sleep, but he’s just grinning like an idiot and kisses you on the cheek, saying that he didn’t mind at all.

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[themultifanshipper]

“You utter cunt!”

“Fuck you!”

That was how karting usually ended when you two were involved. No matter where either of you started on the grid, you and Liam always found a way to crash into each other.

I blacked out, and an hour later this monstrosity was born! Hope you enjoy

Also I used alpha tauri bc i refuse to put Visa Cash Card Paypal App Racing Redbulls in my goddamm fics.

Warnings: gn!reader, rough sex, lots of swearing, rivals to lovers, daddy kink, corruption kink, smidge of angst, like 2 seconds of fluff before it descends into madness

“That was my line!”

“You call that a line? Ha! My blind grandmother can see that’s a shit line!”

And you were only thirteen then. Now you were both in formula 1. But unfortunately, the insults hadn’t matured, and neither had you.

“You absolute wankstain! What the fuck was that?!”

“That was me having to crash into my teammate! Because my teammate is a shit driver who doesn’t leave me any room, you fucking prick!”

“Oh, dear! Looks like the alpha tauri duo are having a trackside screaming match... again.”

Crofty sighed. At this point it was almost a weekly occurrence. You and Liam were bitter rivals on track and had been since you started karting all those years ago. It always ended in a screaming match that usually lasted well into the evening, and sometimes all the way up the corridors of your hotel rooms, and one time, it ended with Liam shoving you into your room and fucking you right there on the carpet.

That was one time. And you and Liam had never talked about it. The next day you’d bickered on the private jet, as per usual, and just like that it was forgotten.

Except it wasn’t, not really.

The problem was that Liam had unknowingly taken your virginity that night. And it was, by default, the best sex you had ever had. But your relationship stayed the same and the two of you never even acknowledged what happened. You weren’t obsessed with the concept of virginity either of course, it was what it was, and he was you first, whatever. But it would be nice if he stopped being such a huge prick, you know?

Then came the end of season celebrations in Abu Dhabi. You’d been drinking heavily to forget this nightmare of a season and the fact that you (just you, not Liam) had essentially been threatened to stop fighting next season or you would be out of a seat faster than you could say ‘hypocrisy’.

You tried your best to avoid him all evening. But he kept appearing in your line of sight, on the dancefloor, getting drinks at the bar, shuffling off to the toilets every now and then. You kept drinking so that your vision would hopefully go so blurry you wouldn’t be able to see him at all, but of course with those drinks came the need to pee.

So, there you were in one of the stalls thinking about the face of the man you were trying hard not to think about. Then, said man walked in, crossed the room and the sound of him undoing his zipper was heard.

You knew it was him from his stupid shoes that you recognised very well, as he had once thrown them at your head. That was an incident worthy of getting fired....

Anyway, for some obscure reason (about 7 tequila cocktails) you thought it was a great idea to voice that thought out loud.

“I never told you, but those are the ugliest shoes on the fucking planet”.

There was a pause as he zipped his fly back up.

“Jesus, are you stalking me now? The fuck are you doing in there?”

“Pissing, obviously”

Another pause.

“Right” he said “anything else you want to tell me? Or can I get back to having fun now?”

You rolled your eyes “Yeah actually, you need to stop crashing into me, dickwad”.

He snorted. “And why the fuck would I do that”.

“Because I’m out of the seat next time we crash, and because you fucking owe me, so please just cool it with the- !”

“Wait, why the fuck do I owe you anything? It’s not my fault you can’t drive!”

“Because you fucking took my virginity Liam!”

Okay maybe you weren’t completely over it.

You could’ve heard a pin drop. You desperately hoped there wasn’t anyone else in the stalls.

“What?!”

You were so embarrassed you tried to get out of answering by flushing the toilet and waiting for him to leave.

Obviously, that didn’t work.

“Unlock the door, please” He sounded almost winded, which confused you so much you actually opened the door. He was leaning against the wall and as his eyes snapped to yours, you could see there were tears in them.

Your bewilderment must have been visible because he immediately wrapped his arms around you in a tight bear hug.

“I’m so sorry you’re first time was like that... I’m so, so sorry...”

You pushed him off enough to be able to breathe again “The sex was great Liam, what the fuck are you sorry for?”

He stroked your hair as he spoke, refusing to meet your eyes. “Because... I thought you hated me so I... Your first time shouldn’t be, you know, hate-sex. I thought that was the only way I would get to do it with you so I-   I didn’t know you’d never done it before- it was a spur of the moment thing”.

You were even more confused. “The only way you’d get to do it?  What the fuck does that mean?”

He finally looked at you and he seemed so weirdly vulnerable, so heartbroken that your brain started to catch up, and your breath caught in your throat.

“Do you...” your heart was beating fast as you scanned his face for a reaction “like me?”

He had a pained look on his face and just looked down at the floor. He didn’t like you. It went deeper than that.

“Liam look at me” He did. You didn’t know what to say so you just stared at him.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that night, you know” he said softly. 

“Neither have I” you whispered, and your eyes met as he looked at you in shock.

You both moved at the same time, crashing your lips and bodies together as the years of tension finally washed away and you were on the same wavelength for the first time.

As you both caught your breath a minute later, he chuckled. “Come on, let’s get back to the hotel. I owe you a do-over”.

And do-over he did.

As in, he did you, over every surface.

It started out sweet enough. He carried you to the bed, undressed you slowly and took his time fucking you slowly, almost maddeningly so. But you both quickly realised that he’d already corrupted you the first time, and now you liked it rough. So he gave it to you. First he flipped you over on the bed, grabbed your hair and pushed you face down into the sheets as he pounded into you mercilessly from behind, occasionally leaving hand prints on your ass, then he took you standing up against the glass windows, one hand around your throat, the other sneaking down to touch you where you were making a mess of yourself.

“Fuck, you like it like this don’t you? You’re basically dripping onto the carpet”.

Then he flipped you and lifted you up, your legs hooking over his arms as he entered you again, the position giving you no choice but to just take it.

“Yes, take it baby, fuck- so tight around me, take my fucking cock” he growled and bit into your shoulder, making you moan. “You’d take anything I give you right? Such a fucking slut for it my god”

His hips stuttered as he had a thought.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? My fault that you take it like you were made for it, fuck”  his thrusts became even harder as you both felt your highs quickly approaching, your hands were scrambling for purchase on his sweaty shoulders, settling in his hair to give it a sharp tug, his answer was a deep thrust that knocked the breath out of you.

“Fucking made for me. Only I get to see you like this now, don’t I? My little cockslut, all for me. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded quickly, but he made a noise of discontent.

“Words baby, I need words or I won’t let you come. Who do you belong to?”

“You Daddy, please I’m gonna come” you couldn’t help it, the name slipping out as his hips stuttered and he made a punched-out noise.

“Shit- say that again baby, that sounded good”.

You huffed out a whine, now was not the time to be embarrassed “Daddy please, please I need to come so bad��.

He groaned “Okay baby go ahead, come on daddy’s cock, now.”

You came so hard. All over yourself, and it ran down onto his thighs and the feeling of you dripping everywhere sent him over the edge, thrusting a couple more times before stilling, deep inside you as you felt him fill you up.

He carried you like that into the bathroom, setting you down gently in the shower, legs and hips sore from the position and you both spent an eternity in there, soaping each other up and kissing tenderly, trying to make up for lost time.

As you got into bed with him, you checked your phone and saw two things: the alarm for your flight was in 2 hours, and a text that read “does this mean you two will be cooperating from now on?”  from your performance engineer.

Your cheeks burned red, she had the room right next door.

[lafamilledelioncourt]

them: he manipulated them, killed their daughter, and fucked their heads. he's the villain! he's a sick twisted villain!

me: the 500+ year old vampire? with severe trauma? and zero support for his very obvious neurodivergence? the child sex slave? the dogmatically groomed prized possession? the cult victim? the 'has to figure out how to please people and blend in to survive and avoid further abuse' character? the 'regimented and desperate for order and sense of purpose so yeah he tries to do the job he is forced into to the letter' coven leader? the 'frequently abandoned, misused, and neglected so clearly he's developed frantic control issues to not lose his only sense of stability and comfort' one?

next day edit: hold on, i'm not done. i'm sitting here at lunch the next day and i really can not shake that some people do not get the point.

it's not that i'm gonna excuse villainous behavior. the tiny gremlin did all that shit, and his ass is gonna go in time out, but TO ME, the whole fucking point of the show is that no one is really the villain.

that's because they are ALL FUCKING AWFUL. all differently bad, all differently broken. the closest thing to a saint we got is madeline, so sure go off calling her the only good one im in agreement, but they are ALL A GODDAMN NIGHTMARE.

the beauty of this entire series, particularly the books for me but i do love the show, is that the nuance and wiggle room between monstrosities and man is the poetry of the story. it is beautiful that these creatures have this tiny gasps of heart and happiness and hope despite who and what they are.

i can scream into the void all week about armand and claudia and daniel bc those are the characters i most identify with bc of my own personal trauma. HOWEVER, that does not take away my ability to see that EVERYONE needs therapy.

put their asses on a vampiric SSRI, tell them to all fuck eachother and get the orgy over with, and then have an honest to god conversation about their feelings.

DAMN.

okay anyway, going back to work.

[weirdsht]

I really love characters with the tendency to bleed and be some human sacrifice. Tysm kdj and krs. 😭 i have a new idea altho I'm not sure if somebody's already done this. Cale and the group with someone who coughs out blood everytime they spill spoilers from the tcf novel? Like she's been transmigrated/reincarnated (whatev you desire (⁠^⁠^⁠). Bro is trying to help so bad bc they hate war so they do it subtly and carefully (imagine having to be careful with your wording, I can't even--) but can't help but shit out blood sometimes or most of the time cos they forget and get frustrated

Forgive me for i love miserable characters...

Hardbound (Paperback pt. 2) - Cale x Reader

notes: I decided to link it to another oneshot I did before because I think it fits. I hope that's okay!

tags: blood, like the whole fic is blood, heavy cursing, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (near the end of book 1)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

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Crimson, the colour of Cale’s hair.

That was the colour Cale can see right now. However, he is not looking at his hair.

“Ugh!”

Instead, he was looking at the blood dripping from your mouth.

“Stop speaking. This is not good for you.”

“Why not? You cough up blood all the time. Why can’t I do the same?”

You joked lightly but Cale didn’t like how weak your voice sounded. Indeed, he always coughs up blood. Especially whenever he overuses his ancient powers. But the blood he coughs up is dark red. Dead blood from his regeneration powers cleansing his body.

Not the vibrant crimson blood dripping from your chin. Blood from a beating heart, a sign of vitality as Eruhaben would say.

“I need to continue, you need to know about this. We must hurry up so just- ugh… so just listen.”

When you told Cale you were going to pull a “World Tree-nim and a Cale combo”, he didn’t know what he expected. 

It certainly wasn’t you trying to give out spoilers from your beloved book and coughing out copious amounts of blood.

“There will be monsters. Ones too hard to– Ugh! Fuck! I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

Drip

“That’s two out of five. Those things will be in a pit. It’ll look like statues, you will also see… you will also see an altar there…”

Drip

Drip

“You don’t need to speak anymore. Please, the rest of us will figure it out.”

“No, no. I’m fine really… Bear bastard, you know who it is, hostages. He’ll– Ugh!”

Drip. Drip. Drip

“It’s Tasha’s people. For a summoning– Fuck that one really hurts! I'm trying to speak as vaguely as possible already, what the hell…”

“Please… I’m going to tape your mouth shut if you don’t shut up.”

Drip

Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip

“I’d like to see you try. The tape won’t stick with all– with all this blood.”

“Haaa”

“Enough jokes. The fourth and fifth ones are connected. In Endable, watch out for bears and black– watch out for black mages. And avoid– Shit! Avoid using instant. But I'm not sure if it's… if it's possible… I need to speak… to speak to Raon. The last spoiler is for him– ugh..!”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cale wanted to refuse. He wanted this to end.

At first, it was just from your mouth.

The blood that is.

Then it started dripping from your left eye. Naturally, your right eye was next.

Then your nose. Then your ears.

Before the commander knew it, your entire face was covered with blood. He tried to wipe it, but they were dripping so quickly that it did nothing.

Cale doesn’t know how are you still conscious. He isn’t even sure if you’re still breathing. That was why he wanted you to shut up. That was why he desperately wanted this to stop.

But it can’t

Cale can’t refuse nor can he end this.

It was because you already made up your mind. And since you did, there’s no stopping you now.

So he gets Raon. Warned the toddler that the sight inside the room would not be pretty, but he must listen. Because their futures are resting upon the words you are about to say.

Upon the words written in your beloved book.

“Human…”

“I know… If you can’t listen I’ll listen for you and rely on the message.”

“No… I’m great and mighty. Because I’m great and mighty I shall listen to this conversation myself.”

Raon flew over to where you were. Placing himself on your lap as he uses his stubby paws to hug you.

“Ah, it feels comforting to have such a great and mighty being comforting me. But you’ll get blood on you– Ugh..!”

Drip. Drip.

The black dragon didn’t care about the blood. He just hugged you tighter at the sound of you coughing up more blood.

“Raon Miru-nim remember this well. Things might get messy and despite my meddling things might still go awry. So I’m telling you right now. In Endable, Cale might become incapacitated to fight– Fuck! Ugh, I promised to not curse in front of you…”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip…

Drip..

“It will be hard, you will need to do everything yourself, without Cale. In fact, you will have to do his job– ugh… but you must do well. Remember, the first thing you have to do is have Mila-nim on standby. She can heal him.”

Cough

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip

“I want to say more… but I’m reaching my limit…”

Raon tightened his hug and you weakly reciprocated it. You aren't sure if the wetness you feel in your shirt is from your blood or the dragon’s silent tears. Nonetheless, you still tried to hug Raon tighter.

In the meanwhile, Cale was already calling for servants and healers to attend to you as soon as you admitted your limit. His voice was laced with unusual panic. It made the others who didn’t know what was happening move with urgency.

“Raon-nim…”

“Yes?”

“You are strong, smart, great and mighty, always remember that.”

You weakly stroked Raon’s back, trying to comfort him in advance for the things about to come.

“Young master what’s going on–”

Beacrox and Ron stopped in their tracks when they saw the condition you were in.

“Ahahaha, you guys are right on time. I think… I’m going.. To…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence for you already fell unconscious. Your body dangerously swaying to fall off from your sitting position on the couch. Luckily, Cale was nearby and managed to catch your falling body.

Cale glanced at you, then he glanced at the open book on the table.

As usual, he couldn’t see what was written on the pages. He could only see the cover title at the front and the synopsis at the back.

But that doesn’t stop him from hating that damned book that put you in this state.

If only you haven’t read that book before coming here.

If only there wasn’t a restriction placed on you by that damned book.

If only…

“Fuck, after this war is done I’m going to try and burn that shitty book one way or another. I don’t care anymore if it’s your favourite.”

note: in case it wasn't clear, the placement of the drips signifies how fast the reader's blood was gushing out

[moonlit-dreamers]

honestly im really enjoying the plot in mgafs but especially bc of eclipse and how he is as a character

hes become something more neutral. he isnt a villain nor a "good guy". hes just. a guy. he doesnt even want to be here but he doesnt have much of a choice. he tolerates ppls existence as much as he can without exploding. he does care about ppl but he hides it under a guise of "im doing this for myself and anyone who benefits from this is just a side effect" and honestly i love that so fucking much. like. he very much gives a shit about earth and at one point emphasized that she would not get hurt. tho when questioned about it he dodges the question. in fact, every time someone brings up earth and how defensive he is he avoids it. i feel like not even he himself wants to confront how he feels

then theres also puppet. their relationship is like the extrovert adopting the introvert type thing (its also like that with earth but puppet is more forceful and the more "ur never getting rid of me" type). he, again, doesnt admit that he cares. and honestly he probably didnt give a flying fuck about her in the beginning. the main reason he even went on the whole quest to help with the other puppet was bc he would also be effected, even if he was in another dimension (also bc he didnt want it to hurt earth but shhhh). but now he does seem to show some form of concern towards puppet at certain times. its also incredibly entertaining to watch puppet keep pushing at his limits. makes me think of that one video where a crow kept fucking with an eagle. just kept nipping and getting in its face then running away. thats what it feels like lmao

also like. almost every time he defended someone theres always been some kinda excuse he could make that gives him an out with saying that it was also for his benefit. probably the only time he defended someone and wouldnt get personal benefit out of it was when he confronted ruin and told him to keep earth out of it. tho, luckily for him, nobody was there to witness it and question it (unless moon was there bc i dont remember it exactly >.>).

which, yes, probably a lot of things that he does is for his own benefit. but he'd be completely fine with abandoning the ppl he was helping. in multiple situations he didnt have to help them. he wouldve been just fine and able to get out of the situation without them making out with him. and yet he did. and yet he purposely made room for them to follow.

idk man. just watching him develop as a character and going from someone who didnt give a flying fuck about anybody into actually giving a bit of a shit is fascinating. also even more entertaining to see just how desperately he tries to hide it

[knowyourplace-fool]

halo! new follower here! i like your yandere!ex!bully!Eren x Reader ♡_♡ can I ask for a continuation of it? where y/n is on her pregnant phase and up until the child was finally born. like how would Eren treat her? bcs ik for sure y/n would drop out on her college T_T

⚠️: NON CON, Forced Pregnancy, yandere!eren...

DARK CONTENT! DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED EASILY!!

-> sorry for the wait, life's been hectic

-> yall got me fucked up. The eren smut tag be so dry nowadays

-> part 1

The last few days, you've been feeling uneasy

Eren's been avoiding you ever since that night he stormed into your house and fucked you unconscious

You desperately want to talk to someone about your feelings but can't due to:

1. lack of friends... scratch that, you don't have any friends

2. Your mother doesn't give a flying fuck about you

3. Eren... The person who is causing you to feel this way

You can't put your finger on it, but it's a gut feeling that something bad is going to happen

Nonetheless, you can't just wallow in your bed all day so you get up to get ready for your 12pm lecture

Everything seemed normal until you started to feel nauseous upon your arrival at school

You thought maybe it was because you hadn’t ate anything in the morning, so it’s just empty stomach nausea

But no.

The nausea was then followed with a pang of dizziness and before you knew it, you collapsed onto the floor.

Waking up in a hospital bed and being met with emerald eyes was not ideal

It was unfair how pretty he was. How could someone look like a prince from a fairy tale be so ruthless and cold?

His hand reached to touch your cheek, gently caressing it. You can’t remember the last time he touched you so gently like this.

“I’m gonna go get the nurse to make sure you’re stable.” He spoke is a calm, gentle tone. Despite all the shit he’s put you through, you couldn’t help but feel safe, wanted and loved when he spoke to you in that moment.

He left the room and you took the chance to sit upright and look at your surroundings. There was a fruit platter, a teddy bear and some flowers on the table.

How long have you been out for??

Panic began to settle in, but luckily Eren and his father walked into the room. Right, his father was a doctor.

After some small talk, he did a quick checkup and said that there’s nothing to be concerned about. He got up and paged a nurse before leaving you and Eren alone again.

“Am I able to go home now? Your dad said I’m fine.”

“Not quite yet. There’s something that we need to tell you.”

The door opens and a machine is pushed into the room. The nurse wheeled in a sonogram?

“What do you need that for?”

“To check on how your little bean is doing sweetheart.”

It looked like a vampire sucked all the blood out of you. You went pale. Is this what your gut was warning you about?

Instantly, you begin freaking out. Thrashing around, trying to get up and away from this hospital, away from this city, away from this life and more importantly, away from him.

Eren holds you down on the bed and tried his best to keep you calm. He knew your reaction wouldn’t be pleasant, but you couldn’t possibly despise him this much, right?

“What is she talking about? I- I can’t be pregnant! I’m too young. Please god, this is not happening. Why me?” You begin sobbing, as Eren holds you close to him, sitting on your bed and pulling your body onto his.

“Could you give us a moment please” eren cleared his throat and eyed the nurse as she left and closed the door behind her.

It was like a switch went off in him and he grabbed your jaw tightly, pulling your face close to his.

“Stop fucking crying. You’re embarrassing me. You’re the one who fucking caused me to do this. You kept trying to leave me without a reason. Even though I pleaded with you to stay, to give me another chance to fix my mistakes. But you didn’t. I know the reason why you broke up with me is to whore around. Like your mother who doesn’t even know who your dad is. Now unlike your whore mother, this baby has a father. And I have no plans on abandoning my child because I don’t want them to turn out like you. So sit up straight and let her take the ultrasound. You’re ruining what’s supposed to be a happy moment for first time parents.”

He roughly let go of your jaw and called the nurse back in while you sat upright again and wiped the tears away.

Eren lifted your gown to expose your stomach and pulled up the blanket so you weren’t exposed down there. The cool gel was spread on your stomach and before you knew it, a small bean was presented on the sonogram screen.

Your heart began to soften up after realizing that you were growing a baby in your stomach.

But the tears wouldn’t stop. You ended up turning away from the screen and closing your eyes, trying to figure out what you’re going to do.

After the nurse left to print out the pictures, Eren helped you get dressed so you could finally leave this depressing place.

The car ride was silent. You had the bouquet of flowers resting on your lap while you played with the ultrasound photos with your fingers

You noticed eren was headed back to his place so you cleared your throat and asked him to drop you off at your place.

“I’m not gonna leave you alone. Not when you’re pregnant with my child. We’re gonna be staying at my place so I can take care of you. We also have to search for a house to settle in before the baby’s arrival.”

“Eren, all of that isn’t necessary. I’m still in my first trimester.”

“Even more reason for you to stay with me. The first trimester is always the riskiest. And I’m not taking that risk.”

“I can’t just up and leave everything, Eren. My lease isn’t up until July and I have a job too.”

“I don’t care. I’ll pay whatever I have to, and break the lease.”

Panic began to set in

Tears started forming in your eyes and the palms of your hands became clammy

The idea of being tied to Eren for the rest of your life made your heart pound in your ears and your stomach churn

You’d be signing your freedom away

You wouldn’t be able to go to school, or have a job

You’d be stuck at home as a house wife, like he’s always wanted

You couldn’t let that happen

no no no no no

It was a stupid, impulsive decision

But you were desperate to get out of his car and stay away from his place

So you blurted,

“What if it’s not yours?!”

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back

I know I didn’t answer this request to the full extent, but tbh if I did, you’d have to wait an additional 10 months.

[purplecherries]

I rewatched Diaries: Rebirth just for shits and giggles and oh my god???? It actually holds up?????

I know I know that’s the census but genuinely there’s just some lines that are said by characters and when you know there backstories you just wanna shake them. (They also add a bit of depth which I like)

The first example is in the episode What It Takes To Be King. Where Aphmau is trying to heal the crops and Zenix doesn’t believe her and thinks Garroth was seeing things. He tells Garroth: “Trust me when I say, people do and see odd things in their time of desperation.”

Like???? Is this referring to the fact that Zenix was a shadow knight and he probably was seeing the Shadow Lord when he was dying??? Is it referring to him putting his life in the Shadow Lord’s hands in his time of desperation????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN???

And in the Girl Who Cried Wolf, Aphmau asks if anyone in Gene’s village misses him and he smirks and says “I’m sure one person does” (referring to Dante)

like I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES INTO A FINE WHITE MIST GENE.

Especially bc how Dante tries to contact Gene bc he still loves his brother even tho what he did was horrible to him. Dante blaming himself even tho what Gene did was his fault and totally avoidable like don’t try and hypnotize your lord’s daughter into loving you

[robertseanleonardthinker]

house and wilson r both autistic and on complete opposite ends of the spectrum

(bear with me here i'm autistic myself and it's hard to articulate my thoughts)

wilson masks heavily. he knows he's different than everyone else and he tries so desperately not to be. he wants to be seen as a normal guy. he's the furthest thing from it but nobody needs to know that if he can help it. he knew he was different since he was a kid and it upset him. he worked so hard to create an image of himself that is palatable. he is very concious abt it. he clings to normalcy. his knuckles r white and his nails r digging into it. the only person he is ok with letting go of it for is house. house is is safe space. house is the one person he knows will not care if he acts a little different.

house, however, doesn't mask very much at all. if he wanted to, he probably could (although i also partially think he couldn't) but he doesn't. he just doesn't give a shit. he doesn't care abt what ppl think and he doesn't rlly care how he affects them either. he says what is on his mind. he is the way he is and he feels no shame for it. social rules r stupid and he doesn't respect them. he doesn't respect any rules.

wilson is primarily sensory avoident. he likes peace and calm. he especially doesn't like visual overstimulation. he likes things to be neat and pristine. when his space is organized, he can function. his environment influences the state of his head.

house is very sensory seeking. he thrives in chaos. he needs the outside world to be as fast and loud and hectic as his mind is. he needs noise and things to look at and something in his hand (his stupid red autism ball). he's never doing nothing when he's thinking. he likes soap operas and crappy reality tv partially because it's good background noise. it doesn't take up much brain power, but it's still a constant noise.

wilson has big body language. he is very expressive. i know this is rlly bc rsl is a stage actor and that's what they do but. let me have this. but that's just how he is. every symptom of autism exists on its own spectrum. some autistics have a very flat affect, very little body language, and very little expressions. some (wilson) have the exact opposite.

house doesn't outwardly show many of his emotions. he definitely feels them, they're very intense, but he doesn't display them. he isn't expressive, and it's not by choice. that's just naturally how he is.

this is more of a headcanon but whatever. wilson likes stim toys. he stims subtly (part of him trying to cling to normalcy. he needs to stim and he knows that but he won't do anything like hand flapping or rocking.), like with a fidget cube or one of those spinny rings. when he's alone, he'll sometimes let himself stim in bigger ways and it's a great release. he doesn't rlly need to stim as much as house does tho. also i think he'd love pressure and cuddling for stimulation. he'd like to be squished.

house is always stimming. this isn't a headcanon. this man is always doing something! pacing, playing with his ball, listening to music, he's always doing something for some sort of stimulation. he likes vestibular stimming and big full body stims best. he likes to move and do things. he likes to be busy. a fidget toy won't do much for him. he was a pretty active person before the infarction, and that was a great release for his emotions. but now he can't do the things he used to so he needs to constantly be moving. he doesn't get a big release so he's just constantly letting it out.

they're both very particular abt their ways of living, but they do not live the same way. wilson likes calm, house likes chaos. if this is disturbed, they get upset and distressed.

wilson has more shutdowns, house has more meltdowns. not to say they don't have both, tho.

also i feel the need to say this: house's special interest is humanity. he loves puzzles and humans are the greatest one of them all. everything he does is motivated by his need to know why people do what they do. oh and also monster trucks.

[scekrex]

okay okay, hear me out

sub Adam x male reader w daddy kink

okay bye

Fucking love it, thanks for the request xoxo/p

Never wanna stop 'cause your taste is so divine

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex, sub!Adam, dom!Reader, praise kink, daddy kink, blood & pain

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam was a moaning mess underneath you, mentally falling apart as his brain chased the only thought it could come up with. Pleasure.

“That’s my good boy,” you breathed out as the first man pounded into you, his hips moving quickly, he was desperate for release, desperate to bury himself inside of you, desperate for you. Oh he wanted it, he wanted you, needed you, worshiped you. “Doing so fucking well,” you hummed as you met his thrusts halfway through, riding his dick like it was the air you breathed and the water you drank to keep yourself going. Adam cried out, your name on his lips as he begged for more. Your hand was in his hair in an instant as you corrected him harshly, “Daddy.” His eyes opened and he looked at you, a little bit of confusion reflected in his lust clouded orbs, it was cute how easily it was to catch him off guard during sex. “For you,” you gave his hair a firm tug, forcing another whine to leave his throat, “I’m daddy.”

The brunette's hips stuttered at that and his head fell back, landing softly on the backrest of the couch. “Yeah- fuck,” he took a deep breath - or at least he tried to, “Okay.” Your hips stopped moving and he alone wasn't able to cause enough friction to get him off, he knew that just as well as you did. “Okay what?” your voice was harsh, cold sounding even, as you demanded a proper answer from the man underneath you. Adam's head turned to the side as he avoided eye contact - shit that was embarrassing.

The hand in his hair moved to his chin faster than the first man was able to recognize, forcing the first man to ever be created to look you in the eyes as you were slowly grinding your ass against his hips. His beautiful golden eyes were hidden by eyelids, a needy moan fell from his lips at your movement and he tried to thrust up, to get you to move your hips like they had been before, oh fuck he needed you, he needed you so fucking badly. “Adam, fucking look at me when I talk to you,” you growled at him and you watched in delight as submissive eyes met yours. “Okay what?” you repeated your words, louder, more demanding this time and you felt the brunette shiver underneath you. His eyes seemed afraid to leave yours yet he wanted to break eye contact again, not fully able to handle the dominance that was coming from your side. “Okay daddy,” he mumbled quietly.

You lifted your hips up, then sank down on his dick, your body greedily swallowed his length. That motion you slowly repeated a couple of times until his nails broke the skin on your waist and you hissed in pain. Instead of letting you go, he only dug them deeper in, visibly trying to ground himself, to fight back against the submission. He wanted to grab you, throw you on your back and fuck your brains out. And yet what you were doing to him felt like the most amazing sex he ever had. “Couldn't hear ya, angel, you gotta speak up,” he pushed himself away from the couch’s backrest, his face was hidden as he pressed it against your neck as he mumbled yet again, “Okay daddy.” It seemed louder to you given the fact that his mouth was closer to your ear and his lips were brushing against your skin as he spoke, basically causing the words to vibrate through your body. “That’s not speaking up.” Adam tensed up a little, he wanted to be good for you, but being good came hand in hand with being fucking embarrassing and he hated that feeling. “But it's enough for now,” the brunette relaxed at your words and exhaled against your skin, kissing your neck softly to thank you in silence.

Your hands tried to peel his hands away from your waist, but there was no chance he planned on letting you go any time soon, his nails were sunken deep inside your skin, angelic blood covered his fingers and said fingers were sure to form bruises. But that was fine, if it was what kept him grounded it was fine. His wings fluttered in excitement as his tongue licked over your salty tasting skin, drinking you in completely. He loved the taste of you on his tongue. “Please,” he hummed against your neck as he met your slow thrusts with passion. His lips were constantly attached to your neck, surely Adam would leave more marks than just some wounds and bruises on your waist. Not that you minded, you thought it was cute. “Faster,” he added before you were able to ask him what he was begging for. “Daddy,” was the third word that left his lips, also without an extra request from you. And you weren't gonna deny his wish, especially because he had worded his needs so well for you.

You hummed in agreement, your throat vibrated against his lips and you felt the moan that escaped him more than you actually heard it as you picked up the pace a little - only a little though. If he wanted enough pleasure to push him over the edge, he'd have to properly beg for it, to submit to you fully and give his all to you. You adjusted your hips a little, a throaty groan fell from your lips as the tip of Adam's dick brushed over your prostate, you wanted more, needed more. Your own dick was painfully hard, precum was leaking from the tip and you were sure a simple touch could cause you to come undone right then and there. And yet you denied yourself the pleasure your body craved for just to make the first man wait a little longer, to make him beg for his needs.

Obviously Adam noticed your reaction, his lust clouded mind needed a moment to catch onto what had caused that pleasure to shoot through your body. But once he did he started to squirm underneath you, desperately asking you to quit being a bitch without using his words. He simply wanted to get off, wanted to come undone no matter if it was inside of you or onto your skin, but he needed release. “You want something?” you asked the first man innocently - or rather as innocent as possible because with Adam grinding against your sweet spot it wasn't exactly easy to keep yourself together. “Fuck you,” he spit out between huffs and groans, the brunette was moving your hips up and down, trying to get as much friction as possible. Yet it felt so much better when you moved your hips yourself. “Keep acting like a bitch and I won't get you off at all,” you warned him and slapped his side playfully, it was just a pat really, yet Adam's eyes shot open as your hand came down on his skin, a touch that wasn't soft for once. His teeth gazed against your skin and your hand was in his hand fast, grabbing a fistful of that soft brown hair of his as you pulled his face from your neck, he let out a displeased whine at that, “No biting.”

The golden eyes that locked with yours were begging, begging for more, for permission, for release. But you wanted him to voice those needs.

“But-” “No Adam, daddy said no fucking biting,” you interrupted him harshly and forced him to tilt his head backwards. Your lips were on his throat only moments later, covering the soft, perfect skin in kisses and hickeys. “Not- hah- fucking fair,” the brunette complained, you were allowed to mark him up but he wasn't allowed to leave marks on you? Unfair.

His hands finally moved from your hips and you hissed as he pulled the nails out of the still bleeding wounds there. Your hand decided to let go of the man underneath you and you forced yourself to pull away from the first man's throat to look at him in all his glory. Dear almighty Lord, Adam looked divine through and through.

Adam hadn't noticed the wounds on your hips before and he looked shocked as he saw the sticky, shiny, golden liquid covering his fingers. You carefully tilted his head by his chin, his eyes snapped to yours, finding nothing but reassurance. Something inside his eyes shifted and his voice was quiet as he spoke, “Daddy I-” Adam cut himself off.

Your hips stopped moving yet again and his hips desperately thrusted inside of you to get at least the slightest bit of friction. “Swallow your fucking pride and tell me what you need.” Adam swallowed hard at your words and you watched as his adams apple bobbed. His eyes flickered down between the both of you, his hand slowly came up to wrap around your dick but you caught his wrist. “Words, Adam.” His eyes locked with you, need was on display in his glorious golden orbs and his words were only a whisper, “I need you to tear me the fuck apart, daddy.” There was a short pause, he seemed to hesitate, but eventually he added a quiet, “Please, daddy.” You were only able to imagine how hard it must have been for him to submit to you like that. His ego was huge, too huge to allow him to submit easily, to simply give you control. No, you had to earn it. Every fucking time you two fucked. Did you mind that? Not at all.

Your lips crashed against his, moan after moan falling from both pairs of lips, the kiss swallowed them all eagerly. You picked up the pace yet again, rewarding Adam's submission with what he had asked for. Your hands slid over his shoulders to his back, you dug your nails in the perfect skin underneath them, leaving angry red scratches on his light skin. “Fuck,” the first man hissed against your lips, a sweet, balanced mix between pain and arousal coated his voice and you couldn't help but grin.

As the pain of your nails scratching his back violently shot through his body, his hand wrapped around your dick and he was sure that the sounds that action earned him were the most holy things he'd ever get to hear in all of existence. You arched your back as your body not only chased his dick, but also his hand. You felt stimulated through and through, in the best ways possible.

Your hands smoothly slid from Adam's back to his waist, over to his stomach and up his chest until your thumbs circled his nipples. The brunette gasped, leaning into the touch immediately as barely audible whimpers escaped him - you were convinced he didn't even notice the sounds he was making. The first man looked at you, his golden eyes reflected need, lust and desire and all of that just for you. His words were a messy pleading, “Lemme fuck you,” he took a breath, re-focused his eyes m, “Please, fucking please daddy, lemme fu-” “Okay.”

Adam's body twitched at your response and he was quick to shift positions, his wings wrapped around your body and he smoothly turned the both of you so that your back hit the couch - well actually you landed on his wings. The soft feathers tickled against your skin and they smelled like him, covered you in his scent and made you feel like a cozy, warm blanket had been wrapped around you. Adam's body was pressed flush against yours, his fingers brushed over the wounds on your waist, careful to not open them up again but firm enough to cause a little pain - the arousing sort of pain though. His hips pounded into you like it was the last thing keeping him alive, like he needed it to continue to exist. He whimpered your name as he jerked you off, your own pre cum he used as lube to make the movements more fluent and so that the friction would feel less rough. Your own hands reached for his neck, pulled him down by it as you lifted your upper body off his wings a little to lean your forehead against his, “You’re doing so well for me angel.” A whine louder than the noises he had been making before fell from his lips and you smiled at that. You always adored how cutely Adam reacted to praises - not only during sex but in general. The first man needed your affirmation like he needed his wings to fly. “Fuck-” the air was knocked out of your lungs as his dick hit your prostate yet again, “Fucking me so- shit- so well, so good.”

His lips almost touched yours as his eyes fell shut, his mind tried to not break, tried to stay intact. “You look absolutely divine, Adam,” you hummed as your wings spread and wrapped around the taller male on top of you, the tip of your feathers brushed against his cheek, underlining your words softly. His strokes grew faster, sloppier too and so did his thrusts - he was close. “Why don’t ya show daddy how much you need him, huh?” A quiet, hushed, “Fuck,” fell from Adam's lips and you had to smirk at that. “C’mon big guy,” you mumbled against his lips before you gave him a quick kiss, “Be a good boy for me.”

And that was that did for him. His body shook, vibrated, stuttered and you watched in sheer delight as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as the sticky white fluid covered your insides. Your hips gently rocked against his to fuck him through it, providing just the right amount of friction to get him through his orgasm. The first man's hand tightened around your erection, ripping a moan from your throat. It didn't take the taller man long to come down from his post orgasm high, not because the sex had been bad but because his mind was fogged up by the thought of providing the same pleasure to you. He wanted to watch you come undone so badly.

He wiggled a little in your grip, his hand let go of you and you watched as he spit into the palm of it before moving it back down and wrapping it around your length again. “Shit-” you hissed as pure pleasure clouded your eyes, Adam loved it when that happened. It mainly meant he was doing a good job. He quickened the pace, leaving you a moaning mess as you arched your back, Adam had to tilt his hips upwards a little in order to keep jerking you off. “You look so fucking gorgeous, daddy,” he hummed as his lips came down to catch yours into another kiss. Moan after moan spilled into the kiss as your ejaculate covered both of your bodies.

[lynnlovesthestars]

Stealth check failed.

Pairing: Astarion x oc

Warnings and Genre: a bit of hurt comfort, fluff, smut, masturbation, sa survivor oc, anxiety mentions, ptsd allusion, panic attack mentioned, guilt, dealing with sex and ptsd- briefly touched cause i was too emotional to go too deep-, past sexual abuse mentions, oc backstory mentioned, feelings and not dealing with them..

Synopsis: Lynn doesn't expect to get caught, but mostly he doesn't expect to come clean on why he is the way he is. Avoidant.

Author notes at the end bc yes, and no taglist bc of the warnings.

Lynn had waited until everyone was retiring to their tents before sneaking off. Astarion had been particularly touchy and flirty and as much as he tried to focus on other things, like the tadpole in his brain, his body begged to differ.

He looked for a nice clearing, one where he could take all the time he needed and stay undisturbed, especially if he was going to end up in tears afterwards. He had initially planned to stay in his tent, keeping it quiet yet he recalled how harshly his body could react to touch and maybe it was better to leave the area. No chaos surge to hurt his friends.

Nevertheless even as he looked around for a calm spot, Lynn couldn’t help but think of how Astarion would grasp at Lynn’s hips and pull him closer whenever they needed to hide, or how he had winked and blew him a kiss while Lynn was trying to charm one of the Absolutists they had ran into. The thing that rendered completely helpless though, was when Lynn took a particularly hard hit, and Astarion caught him before he could reach the floor. Lynn was not sure how he didn’t die on the spot when Astarion whispered in his ear “Don’t die on me, darling. Who will be my midnight snack then?” Lynn was *never* going to recover from it.

As he strolled, he ended up finding a nice spot near a river, good enough to also bathe after he was done. He laid down the blanket near a tree, freed quickly from his clothes and laid down. The gentle breeze of the night caressed his skin as he took a deep breath and guided his palm to his aching cock already begging for relief, while he tried to free his mind.

Lynn could almost picture the feeling of Astarion’s fangs as they grazed his neck, his strong hands holding his hips possessively, the feeling of Astarion's legs wrapped around his hips, as he stroked himself and softly moaned Astarion's name as if it was a prayer.

His fist couldn't compare remotely with how Astarion would have felt around him, how his cum would drip all over Lynn's chest or how prettily Astarion would gasp his name. Astarion, Astarion, Astarion. It was all he could imagine, no more Jenneleth, no more Tyrx, just Astarion consuming his very bones.

Astarion didn't stumble on him on purpose, he was gingerly looking for dinner when he heard his name, barely audible between the cicadas cries, and then it was impossible for him to ignore how familiar those *pretty* sighs were.

Lynn was not too far, sprawled over a blanket as he touched himself and softly moaned. Even though he was bigger, he still looked so delicate under the moonlight as his pale cheeks flushed, his hair were all over the place and his chest heaved just as quick as he pumped his fist desperately. Lynn had already stirred something in Astarion, more than once, but this image in front of his eyes? It was possibly the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“My my what a sight to behold '' He purred as he strode closer, before Lynn had even time to cover himself, Astarion was laying next to him, laying on his side to look down at the changeling. “I was quite enjoying the way you were moaning my name. '' His hand gently reached for Lynn's hip to rest on his stomach, teasingly brushing the tip of his cock as he grazed his ear and had him shiver under him. 

“Shit I'm sorry-” Lynn was about to let out a string of apologies when Astarion hushed him, his hand trailing up and down his stomach, tracing his muscles.

“Don't you dare” Astarion tutted softly as he leaned forward and cupped his cheek. Lynn looked at him with soft round eyes, the stars reflected in the black void of his eyes. Astarion had to hold back from stealing a kiss from his lips as he traced Lynn's cheekbone. “I was enjoying the view” He smiled as he kissed his neck before pulling him in his arms completely. Lynn's head rested on his chest, his back pressed against Astarion's cold skin as the elf wrapped around him despite being smaller. He could smell the sweetness of his blood, inviting him to take a bite as the other laid there, easing down from the tension. Astarion gently tilted Lynn's head asking silently for approval and earning a nod.

Lynn, as he felt the other’s lips brush against his neck, he breathlessly reached for his cock again, his palm working hard to please himself. “Such a good boy” Astarion murmured as he sunk his nails in Lynn’s hip while the other rutted desperately in his fist. There was something about his compliment that left the changeling breathless and shaking, loving the way it rolled off his lips and stuck to him. It was like a sweet torture, as he tried to keep himself together on all possible levels.

Astarion gently grazed his fangs over Lynn pulse point, looking for those pretty wounds where he'd sunk his teeth into countless of times already and soon Lynn was taken over the pang. It was so exhilarating as it was quickly replaced by the fizzing feeling of his blood pouring between Astarion’s lips. He could barely hold back the guttural moan he itched to let out.

“Next time I want you to come to me” Astarion purred against Lynn's skin, as he let his fingers wander lower and lower until his pads grazed Lynn's tight hole, causing a long stutter down Lynn's lips. Damned vampire read him like a book, his every movement caught him off guard and desperate as he cooed dumb praises between sips of his blood.

“So sensitive” He hummed as his palm rested on top of Lynn's fist, joining it in pleasuring the changeling. Astarion could read it in the way Lynn could barely keep his eyes open and his mouth closed; how quickly he twitched, he was close. He let go of his neck gently, kissing the wound. 

He grasped at the hand, pulling it away and touching him directly, his warm, pulsing cock slid between his dexterous fingers, uncaring if his precum would hastily stain the fabric of his white shirt.

His strokes were fast, determined, as he focused on Lynn’s reaction, how he melted under his open mouthed kisses. “There’s my good boy.” He cooed as he took a moment to look better at the changeling and at how his lips parted to make space for the soft whimpers Astarion was lowkey fond of.

Lynn was breathless, air missing from his lungs as all he could focus on was the way Astarion praised and stroked him languidly. There it was, he could feel his orgasm on the tip of his tongue, desperate to be reached as unease settled in Lynn’s stomach, the panic quickly making its way through as he was just expecting.

“’Starion..” He moaned as he resisted the involuntary buckle of his hips. “C-close, C-can’t” He panted and whined desperately. Why why why did he have to panic? He admonished himself as he wanted Astarion to keep going, he wanted to push him past his fear, he wanted to make it, and Astarion was there to remind him.

“I know you can do it, my love” He murmured with a familiar yet unknown tenderness trying to hush the voices, as his hand slowed down to give Lynn time to breathe and back out, only to earn a whine Lynn again, begging Astarion to keep going to ignore his plea, to ease the ache as he buckled his hips and twitched. It was so much, almost too much for his touch starved body, his senses on full alert as every inch of his body was taut like a violin string. Astarion. It was Astarion that was stroking him, having him bliss, holding him as he could barely control his fingers from grasping at the fabric he was laying on as he arched his back, thrusting in the palm despite his fear catching up too him. He just had to outrun his nightmares as he tried his best to keep his eyes open, focused on Astarion to ground.

Astarion.

It was Astarion.

“You are doing so good already, my love” He praised and praised as Lynn tried to focus on the sweetness of his words, on the build up in his stomach as he choked a moan and blushed, as he chased the feeling desperately while Astarion’s honeyed words echoed in his head. “I want you to come darling” He invited the changeling. “I want you to come for me” He purred just before the twitches turned in long squirts of his cum, heavily coating his fingers, while the vampire lapped at the blood still flowing from the wounds, letting out lewd moans of his own.

Lynn trembled in Astarion's arms, still being run over the orgasm as he softened in the vampire's grasp, spent like he had never been before, and shocked. “You did so well” Astarion whispered as he fixed a stand of Lynn's hair behind his ear and finally closed the distance between them with a kiss. One unexpected thing after the other. Lynn gasped in surprise as their lips first pressed together, slowly coming to a dance together. The taste of his blood took over his senses as he gently turned to repay the kiss with the same slow burning ardor Astarion was pouring in,

Astarion didn't entirely know why he did it, he could have done anything, yet instead he felt the need to kiss him, to taste his lips, to slowly bite into them. Despite this sudden need- he didn't expect the goosebumps that ran through his skin as the changeling wrapped himself around Astarion protectively, the tumultuous feeling in his stomach slowly swallowed him, just as much as Lynn didn't expect to feel so dizzy and blissed post-orgasm. Lynn had expected to be alone, possibly- most likely- cutting off his jerking session with anxiety, and yet he was breathless for a totally different reason. Slowly the kiss turned in a soft and breathless waltzer of brushing lips, occasionally trying to reach forward to steal one more kiss as they felt insatiable.

“Starion?” Lynn softly breathed out as they laid there, foreheads pressed together as the elf replied only with a hum. Lynn hated to break the moment, but sleep was slowly catching up to him as well as the cum that was going to stick to his skin. “I initially planned to take a bath” he started as he cupped his cheek shortly. “Would you like to join?” He asked as he wished to steal him away for a while longer.

“Are you saying I'm smelling awful?” Astarion gasped playfully while bringing a hand to his chest dramatically.

o-o-o

If Lynn thought Astarion was stunning before, once he was undressed and soaking in the cold water, he was breathtaking. He had to fight the urge to stare at the way the moonlight reflected against his pallid skin or his fair hair, or the way the featherlight touch of the moon reflected against his crimson eyes. He had to resist the urge to speak his mind and let him know how he felt. “I love you” He wanted to scream yet he simply smiled and joined him in the water.

Lynn's mage hand carefully followed him carrying his bath soaps as he leaned against the trunk of a fallen tree.

“Come here and let me help you” The changeling invited him closer as he poured little of the contents of one of the bottles in his palm and gently sudsed his own hair, roughly running his fingers between the strands and the dried blood from the long day of fighting while he waited on Astarion’s answer.

Astarion didn't hesitate to come closer, as he sported his cocky smirk. “Help.. how, darling?” He asked sultry, causing Lynn to blush instantly at the implications as if he didn’t just get caught touching himself.

“With your hair” He smiled with his red cheeks in full display, yet uncaring to hide his softness. “Let me take care of you” 

Astarion was confused by his intentions, if he wanted to fuck he just had to say it, he had already made it clear at the tiefling party, and all the times he had explicitly mentioned wanting to have fun, and yet in the words of the changeling there was only tenderness. Astarion didn’t ponder though, accepting any crumb of whatever that was, albeit he kept his guard up.

Lynn poured more of the product and stepped closer to Astarion. He could feel his chest gently brushing with his back as his fingers got lost in the curls.

Astarion had to fight himself to keep that sigh under control as Lynn pressed his pads on his scalp with a tenderness he had never experienced. They massaged deeply as he could feel the warmth of his breath on his neck. Suddenly his cheeks were warm and the peaceful silence between them had to be filled one way or another, he thought.

“You know..” He stopped a moment to make sure he had Lynn's attention as he started rinsing his hair. “At the tiefling party I thought you didn't like me” Astarion giggled, trying his best to hide his weariness. He was curious to find out why he didn't show up, and then caught jerking off moaning his name, it had only been a couple of days at best.

“Me?” Lynn stared at him in disbelief, stopping for a moment on his track while his thoughts sped trying to catch up with him. 

“Uh, yeah” He turned, the drops of water falling from his curls to his pearly skin as their eyes met in the middle. “You didn't show up after everyone went to bed” He said as a matter of fact, as if that automatically meant he didn’t like him- far far from the truth.

“No I-” Lynn hesitated, wondering if it was the time to share something so delicate- or maybe it was better to wait, it was hard to think about it twice. “I panicked and ended up taking a walk alone,” He admitted. He couldn’t keep it for himself, despite the wound still hurt, Astarion had opened plenty to him about Cazador and his years as a spawn, it was the least Lynn could do, share about his own haunting past.

“You panicked?” Astarion batted his eyes as Lynn turned the other way, reaching for the soap. Despite the shock Astarion couldn't help but follow the movements of the changeling, the way his hands glided over his skin and the way his nails scraped the blood away before he threw him the soap bar. He almost forgot for a moment what they were doing until his vampire reflexes anticipated what he was too distracted to notice.

“Yup” He replied simply. “But anyways I like you so, rest assured” He said, still avoiding Astarion's eyes as his cheeks abandoned their pallor in favor of the pinkish hue of his blush at his clumsy admission. Astarion couldn't ignore the pang of guilt in his stomach, Lynn liked him, and Astarion had tried to manipulate him- more than once. He had lied, he had tried to kill him, he had tried to drink his blood. He had been several levels of awful to him, and guilt bit him when he least expected.

“I'm relieved, darling” He smiled as he was truly relieved on one side, he couldn't help but find solace in the fact that he didn't lose Lynn's favor, yet maybe there was something more he was not ready to see. He took a few paces closer to Lynn, their chests just inches away as he cupped Lynn's cheek and leaned forward, pressing their lips together.

It was an innocent kiss, Astarion swore to himself as he lingered closer, with his eyes closed as their noses brushed together. Just his act. Just his personal reminder that Lynn was not affecting him as he was being conditioned to think.

There was something about Lynn that Astarion couldn't resist, that made him desire- no, yearn for the closeness that Lynn offered him, as if once he had a taste of it, it became addicting. Why couldn’t he back away? Why did his fingers reach for the back of his head, twisting in the long strands of Lynn’s hair? Why did he lean forward again, letting go of the last fragment of sanity, and clinging to Lynn's lips? And why didn’t Lynn let go of him? Why did he hold him to his chest? Why did he kiss back as if there was something deeper within them?

Astarion sighed as he wrapped his legs around Lynn’s middle and rested his head on his shoulder while the other allowed the water to rock them peacefully, uncaring if the soap would smear all over the place. He was not yet ready to give up the corner of peace that they crawled in.

“Thank you, by the way.” Lynn broke the silence, already regretting doing so even though he knew he had to do it. He had to thank him, cause it had been a miracle of sorts, and despite the embarrassment, he owed him that- cause it would finally explain why he didn’t show up back at the party and his own guilt would finally be eased.

“Uh?” Astarion raised his head to meet the changeling’s eyes, surprised to find his cheeks rosy once more. He assumed it was for the closeness. 

“Earlier when you helped me, it was a long time since I was able to finish.” He lowered his head, embarrassed of opening up about the topic just as much as he was afraid and ashamed, although Astarion was truly the only one that could understand. “I don't think I could have done it alone”

Astarion was so close to connecting the dots. “Is that why you didn't show at the party?” He asked with a softer voice and earned a nod. Lynn's usual chattering was replaced by half nodded yeses and half explained sentences, as if he wanted Astarion to figure it out rather than saying it out loud, and he did, cause he could read it in his eyes. He recognized the kind of shame they carried, the meaning of that half explained thank you and his hesitation.

“Did someone hurt you?” Astarion asked as he cupped his cheek, his hand imperceptibly shaking as it traced the other's skin. He hated the question just as much as he hated the nod Lynn couldn't run from, while silence fell between the two. Lynn's eyes dropped to the water, focusing on the swarm of guppies swimming away while Astarion weighed the words he was going to use. How far was too far? He asked himself. “How long?” Astarion managed to ask, carefully. His desire to rip to pieces whoever hurt Lynn gently weighted between the unsaid words.

“For 4 years, I was imprisoned on a ship..” He started with faltering voice, his usual confidence truly lost with the fishes as he tried opening up, yet failed miserably. Words came out half eaten, stammered, hesitant. “They had me in chains, to be used and discarded” He shook his head. He had found out how long it passed only after he was able to be set free, the weight of time finally catching up, it had been merely a year since he had ran away, no more that six months since he regained the strength to speak, and barely an hour since he had let someone else touch him.

“For the whole four years?” Astarion gently tilted up his chin before catching a stray tear that reached his thumb down past the changeling's pale lips. Another silent nod was unavoidable as Astarion's guilt was gnawing deeper and deeper while anger bubbled up. Lynn shuddered, biting down the rest of the tears as they dropped the topic and slowly resumed their bath, in silence. That single tear and those broken words reverberated in the hollow silence as they bathed. It was only then that Astarion noticed the scars on the other’s skin, deep lashes, burn marks, old untreated wounds, the haunting scar that crossed his right eye.

He wanted to vomit, the guilt was far from leaving him, along with a distaste he had never felt before.

Minutes later, the two were close once again, as they shared the towel to dry themselves. Lynn’s eyes focused on the small bag he had carried, avoiding Astarion’s gaze until he couldn’t anymore. He reached down, pulling out his clean white button up and turning towards Astarion. “Your clothes are dirty from today, wear this” He offered the shirt to him. Astarion was amazed by his ability to hide behind words, not recognizing how often he did it as well. When things would get too emotional, he was ready to stir the conversation away, just how Lynn had done with his shirt in hand.

“How about you?” Astarion asked hesitantly, the shirt was still folded in his hands and handed out to him. At the question, Lynn decided to take the matter into his hands, quickly unfolding it and holding it for Astarion to wear.

“Looks better on you.” He mumbled as he motioned Astarion to slip his arms into it, allowing the cloth to drape his shoulders. Lynn was gentle even as he helped Astarion turn and gently buttoned the shirt up.

“Look at you…” Astarion said dramatically, letting go of the thoughts that were still clouding his brain, focusing on the man in front of him. “I didn't know you were good at flirting,” Astarion teased as he placed his hands on Lynn’s bare chest, this time ignoring the feeling in the pit of his stomach and trying to embrace his flirtatious self again. His palm grazed one of the scars, right where his heart was beating, he could feel it against his palm, still thrumming.

“Why? You liked it?” He asked as the faint remark of a smile made its way on the changeling’s lips.

“Perhaps”

“Good”

AN: TLDR: I still dont know what im saying but well, if its poorly written, i havent read it more than twice bc words didnt make so much sense, it was an excercise of brain matter for me to figure out how to write these emotions so i apologize if its messy.

i created Lynn during a breakdown, i was rawdogging my ptsd and when my friends told me "ive got a dnd campaign, wanna join?" i took it upon me to write the most gut wrenching bckstory, not too different from my own. I had spent days putting together what later on would be my most treasured creation, and my own way of dealing with years of repressed emotions and memory fog. It was 2020 when I wrote about him first. He had been the projection of my gender dysphoria, he had been the projection of my trauma on several layers, and he has been my tool for healing. Healing is different for everyone, but he helped me even though he doesn't exists for everyone but me. Why am i sharing this? I dont know, it's almost the anniversary of that breakdown and i just feel like its right to give a bit of the story behind so much sadness. (also because a lot of times in the ask i have had people pointing out how similar their stories are on several layers, babygirls (genderneutral) it's my trauma i wish it wasnt so close /lh)(and because i dont actually talk about my trauma, i have kept it a secret from my parents, friends, family, even my own boyfriends and girlfriends over the years, and only now i feel just a tinsy bit confident to touch topics, i just used to write a lot of DDDNE back then which should have been a red flag for all my irls but thats another topic) It was a coincidence that years later id come to find out Astarion and a joke of faith when the first run i did with an oc, ended up being lynn's. This to say idc how many people will read this, how many will hate it or love it, how many will tell me that maybe this is not the place to deal with it, idc. It's my pity party and i pick the trauma projection /j. now u know why i write a lot of hurt comfort

[celestialsun888]

Good ol’ Boy.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

Genre: Filthy Smut! [+18 MDNI]

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Ghost pushes you just enough to see if you have it in you to top him.

★ TW: Bottom!Simon/ Top!Reader, heavy teasing, Simon being a little shit, size kink (ofc ofc), vulgar language, slight angst if you use binoculars, public sex, knife play, slight overstimulation, face sitting/riding (f!receiving), *slight* voyeurism, established relationship (more like fwb), he calls you mommy like once, (Let me know if I’ve missed any!)

✒ Authors Note: I had to bc the switch in me said so. Also: who doesn’t wanna hear him whimper? ;3 Also also, idk shit about MW2/ the military and all that, I am just hyper fixated on this man so if something isn't accurate pls spare me lol. This also isn't super proofread so if there are mistakes, shhh.

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Simon always had a way of getting under your skin. Knowing all the right buttons to push and saying all the right words that provoked you. 

You and Simon had been seeing each other casually a short while after you joined task force 141. He showed little restraint in making teasing passes at you during training, making the other members catch on quickly to you and the Lieutenants relationship. Soap even questioned you about it often, shelling out jokes he knew he couldn’t make around Ghost. 

You hated how Ghost just knew you so well, how observant he was. One small change and he knew it. 

“What’s with you today?” His husky voice questioned, taking off his gear and throwing it onto his bed. The room was small and cramped allowing little space for separation from his words. Thankful for a short break from training that allowed for little free time. His eyes followed your figure as you stripped yourself of your gear as well. Observing you intently. 

“Nothing.” You huffed. You remained focused on the floor, the walls. Anything but him. 

He hesitated from undressing, watching your demeanor stiffen as you felt his sharp gaze cut into your back. You didn't have to look at him to know, his presence was suffocating on its own. You knew when he watched you. The strangely gentle noise of his footsteps inched along the wooden floor, creaking with every step. Each step closer made you nervous to continue undressing, you kept your back to him avoiding any kind of contact. Rough, firm hands positioned themselves on your shoulder, gently tracing down to your wrists. He always managed to make you feel engulfed by him, his size taunting you. His chest was to your back as you felt his hot breath on the nape of your neck. The body heat and sweat that radiated off of him seeped into you, reiterating his stark presence. 

“Doesn’t seem like nothing?” The movement of his lips now grazing gently along the side of your neck sending chills that formed along your skin. You could tell he was trying his best to get it out of you and hoping to get lucky that it leads to more. He always starts with being gentle and kind until you give the signal that you want him in the worst possible ways. Everyone knew he was kinder to you, but they assumed it was only because he fucked you and he didn’t want to lose his precious toy in such desperate times. Even if it was true, you knew he had a sweet spot for you though he often tried to hide it.

That's how it went with Simon: Build you up, wash you in sweet divine praises, suffocate you with tension till you're needy for him, eventually forcing you to seek release with him as he makes you see heaven. But you hated how he always acted so… dominant. You wanted him needy, him to beg and whimper for you, though you would never say it. He always told you he enjoyed you playing the ‘innocent’ good girl for him, so you devotedly agreed. I mean what would he think? Would he laugh at you for being so little in comparison to him, not even able to possess a fraction of the strength he has, and wanting to…top him? The thought dissipated as he nestled his nose into your neck, his stubbly chin itching along your delicate skin. You shook him off trying to escape his rather sweet advances. He shifted his posture and stood with an offended acknowledgement. 

“The fuck is with you?” He threatens.

“Why do you tease me like that?” You say referring to his taunts earlier that day. You tried bubbling up any self respect you had. “Like–like,” you stutter, “like I'm just so much weaker than you. I am very capable, Simon.” 

His eyes followed you as you gave distance between you two, narrowing in on every word you spoke to him. Your tone sounds harsh and more aggressive. He let you go on, intrigued by your forwardness.

“You treat me like all I am to you is your submissive little doll that just does whatever you say. That you can just tease me and humiliate me for your own sick pleasure.” you protested. His eyes serve a glint of understanding before growing dark again. He knew what you were saying without even having to say it. 

“That's what you're good at,” he mockingly justifies before turning his back to you. The silence of his argument settles into the heavy room, suppressing any ounce of rebuttal.  

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Training seemed harder later that day. Simon refused to even look at you, no more teasing or taunting. Perhaps the little dispute you two had earlier irked him more than you thought. Or maybe he was just being respectful of what you expressed to him: that you no longer wanted him to tease you in such a way that made you feel submissive. 

Your thoughts raced, unfocused on the directions Price was giving out to your team for the drill.

“Ghost. Y/N. You will be our snipers.” You jolted back to the present where you watched Ghosts' empty eyes devour you. Fucking great, we are partnered together. Even though nine times out of ten you were partners, you had hoped this was the one time you weren’t. As everyone splits off into their designated pairings preparing for the training drill, Ghost approaches you.

Your breath hitched as you tried to remain calm. 

“Lucky me huh?” He scoffed. You followed his lead as he continued to walk past letting the snarky comment trail behind him. Ghosts broad back tapered down into his waist, his hips swayed slightly as his barbaric walk guided you to the lookout. 

Conversation lacked while you sat with him, occasionally staring down the scope to see if anything was happening. You felt the urge to say something, to mutter some sort of apology for snapping on him earlier, but he was quick to beat you to it. 

“Where the hell did that come from? Your little outburst earlier?” He asked forwardly. 

“I–I just—” you struggled to be transparent.

“What, you wanna top me or something, sweetheart?” his eyes never breaking away from the field he was surveying, your hands felt itchy from the confrontation. Your face flushing with heat trying your best to not make it obvious. He was so blunt, did he really know you that well?

“Would you let me?” you ask sickeningly innocent. He silently chuckled under his mask, not giving you the satisfaction of seeing his shit eating grin. 

“You can't even tell me you wanna make me your bitch, how could I take you seriously, princess?” he baited. He always called you that when you were under him, taking every inch of him. He worshiped you with that name. A name that solidified your submission to him. 

“If you can't handle it just say that,” you retort back. “I mean, it seems like you're the bitch considering you are afraid to let a little ol’ girl like me top you.” Your eyes now fixed on the field as well, letting whatever floats to your mind out due to irritation. He looks up from his scope and mutters a string of obscenities. 

“You wouldn’t be able to, angel. It's just me being honest. You're only good for taking it….” he leaned his head back down to his scope, “...if you want to top me, then do it.” 

As his words lingered in the air for you to ponder, Soap's voice came over the comms. 

“Taking a quick break LT, we will let you know when we resume.” Ghost relays understanding though his walkie and sits up to lean on a large rock behind him. You mimic him. A few moments of silence passed. 

“Hm,” he chuckled lightly to himself, “surprised I still haven’t been taken advantage of. Must not want it that bad yeah?” He jokes, manspreading and rutting up his hips to adjust into a more comfortable position. You fidget with the knife in your hand out of boredom and a slight distraction from the tension.

“Honestly, it doesn't even make sense–you trying to dominate me.” Anger flushed in your stomach. “You're tiny, you know. You don't hold much weight against me,” before finishing his demeaning thought you swiftly meet your knife to his neck, partly covered by his skull balaclava. His eyes lighting up with passion and intrigue. 

“Shut the fuck up, Riley,” you protest. He didn’t move or utter a word, his seated position staying the same, possibly shocked at your defense, or maybe just wanting to see where it goes. Maybe you did have it in you, it just took a bit of provoking. You made your way on top of him, knife still to his throat, as you did your best to stretch your legs over his wide frame. He sat there, a smirk outlined through his mask, eye contact never breaking. You traced your knife up to his chin, catching the fabric with it, exposing his stubbly neck and jaw. Your free hand resting on his upper thigh, close enough to his crotch to make him squirm. 

“I can make you my bitch no matter what size I am, Simon.” His eyes now inflamed with excitement. The knife to his neck, the vulgar words. You calling him your bitch for a change. You inch the blade up ever so slightly hearing the scratch of his stubble. You could feel his bulge through his pants as you leaned into him more, “I'll make you a good ol’ boy for me.” 

His chest rose and fell deeply, the erection growing in his pants. “Please me good, Riley, and I’ll make you feel the closest to heaven you will ever get.” Hands tracing over your waist he grabs you, hoisting you up to center your hips in front of his face as he remains seated against the rock. Unzipping your pants, your delicate panties show, his gloved fingers moving to massage your clit not yet removing the delicate fabric to reveal your dripping cunt. 

“Lift up your mask, show me your pretty mouth Lieutenant” you demand. He is devotedly obedient to your request. His balaclava rests on the bridge of his nose, his eyes waiting for your next demand. 

“Open.”

You slide your panties off to the side, exposing your dripping essence to him and anyone who could potentially look up and see you. Slowly, you start to grind against his wet tongue, lapping up any bit of excitement that came from you. Soft goans vibrated against you as he became more rough with his mouth, sucking your sensitive clit only to stick his thick tongue back into your core. Lapping circles around your pussy. 

“Don’t stop until I cum. That’s your only purpose, do you understand?” His needy moans expressing his devout service. You inched closer to your climax as you started to grind harder against his face, your puffy clit hitting his nose, offering added pleasure. The sloppy strokes of his tongue became erratic as the knot in your stomach tightened fully, arousal dripping down his jaw and neck. The lewd noises of his moans into you made you weak, causing your high to be intense. Your body shuddered as you came, breath hitching as his hands held you on his mouth, sucking your sweet lips through your climax. As you pulled off of him his eyes were wild with desire, the idea of you forcing him to please you showed through his tented pants. His bulge pulsated, twitching within the fabric that wore a wet stain that pooled next to it. His cock was already leaking, just from eating you out. Did he…cum?

“Fuck,” he exclaimed shakily, hand reaching down to obscure your sight of his premature ejaculation. He really enjoys being submissive huh?

“Did you cum?” you inquired. Nervous laughter escaped his lips. You parted his hand away from his pants getting a better look, eyes darting up to meet his. 

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy. I didn’t say cum while you please me now did I?” Disappointment lacing your tone. “Do you know what disobedient boys get when they dont listen?” The sarcastic tone in your voice alluding to a rhetorical question. You wind your hand up following through to meet Simon's reddened cheek. A loud smack echoing through the air. 

“Punishments.” 

You unzip his pants exposing his thick length, still twitching. Cum dripped down his warm shaft as some of his essence still leaked from his slit. You cooed at him, expressing pity for his lack of self control. 

“Ah~” he moaned weakly, still sensitive, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t–” His pleas were cut off by another ridgid slap. You could see his compliance in his glassy eyes. 

“Look at you, a mess. Pleading for my forgiveness, can't even control yourself when pleasing me. Looks like you get off on being my bitch, huh?” you hissed at him, unrelenting. “Since you want to indulge in pleasure, you're gonna have to beg me to cum. And maybe, if I’m feeling nice, I'll let you.” His chest heaved.

You grabbed his already sensitive cock and teased it, watching him hiss as he accepted his fate. You worked your hands up and down his shaft, feeling it stiffen. You hold out your hand signaling him to spit in it. He obeys. Lewd, wet noises exude from you both as he fingers your pussy through your underwear while you stroke his length quickly. His whimpers and whines encourage you to continue your salacious advances. His whimpers start to elicit needy cries, rutting and bucking his hips more into your hand. His fingers quickly move in and out of your sopping cunt causing his mind to race, drawing swears from his lips. His balls feeling heavier, his incessant whines becoming more convoluted. He was close. 

“Do you wanna come for me?” you insist. “Then let every little whimper and beg fall from your lips Simon. Tell me how bad you want this.” His head shoots back, submissively exclaiming fucked out phrases, seaching for pleas and begs that satisfy you.

“Fuck, please–mmph– please let me cum.” His words dripping with euphoria and depravity. “Let me fucking cum, I’ll be good for you, so good. I’ll be your good fucking boy mommy.” With one firm stroke meeting with his bucking hips he grasps for the dirt around him as thick spurts of cum shoot out of his reddened cock. Ropes of cum spill over your hand, making a mess of his unzipped pants. Making a mess of himself. Convulsing within your tight grip his eyes clamp shut. Tears welling up in the corners, so close to spilling out. His intense climax halts his breathing as he falls from his heightened state. Tip extremely sensitive, swollen from his release. Your hand pauses before gently rubbing your thumb over his slit. He hisses from the touch, followed by a deep sigh. 

“Aw, good boy Simon,” you praise. His vision is still trying to focus. Shock sets in as he realizes his enjoyment of your treatment. 

“Fuck, princess,” He teases, trying to regain some form of control. You shoot him a playfully annoyed look. 

The comms come on as his walkie sits in the dirt inches away from the two of you. Soaps' voice echos over the call, “Are we ready to continue?,” a slight pause of dead air, “By the way, never thought I’d hear the day LT begged like that.” 

Ghost pulled his balaclava over his embarrassed expression and grabbed the walkie. 

“The only begging you’ll have to worry about is begging me not to kill you after all this is over.”

[hcnnibal]

I am so sorry but I have more questions.

Are either of them Weak for something the other does? A tone of voice? A phrase? A touch? A look? Does one take control more naturally or are they fairly balanced in power? Does one default to the other for some moral compass or decision making?

Are they touch starved? Is it just touch starved for the other and no one else? Does one of them bother the other for attention? How? Do they know each other, like when one needs something but isn't saying it, or has pushed themselves too far and are about to break? Do they just know?

Have they seen each other at their worst? At their most desperate? At their most feral?

Have either of them witnessed the other submitting to someone else to keep them safe? "I'll do what you want, just let them go"

I have so many questions!

i think a1’s heart aches a little every time he sees a2 mending clothes or like squeezing the life out of a tube of toothpaste… like he finds a2’s frugality endearing and a little nostalgic. like he sees how worn down the treads are on a2’s boots and he just wants to kiss him idk if this makes sense. and im sure plenty of other things make him keep falling in love with him all the time but he tries not to think about it

and i think literally any and everything a1 does sets a2’s soul on fire. just him existing makes his knees weak. the way his eye lashes catch the light, the way his hair halos on his pillow when he sleeps, how rough his voice if when he’s just woken up, the way he rubs his eyes when he’s stressed, etc etc

a2 likes turning his brain off and following orders, and that has served him well most of his life, so he’s happy letting a1 call the shots but if he feels like he needs to take the reins, he will. and i think a1 is just like… vaguely concerned about the asymmetrical power dynamics while a2 wants nothing more than to be in a 24/7 D/s relationship cbbcbvnv

they both have pretty fucked up morals, and they both (delusionally) believe that the other is the more moral of the two and they both keep internally justifying all the fucked up shit the other person does. like congrats, the two worst people you know are deeply in love.

a1 is touch starved and a2 is somehow both touch starved and touch repulsed. they are kind of the center of each other’s universe at all times, so they’re never really bidding for attention.

okay so they’ve known each other for a really long time and they are both in tune to the other’s needs. except sometimes (the important times) they assume things about each other and certain situations, and dont communicate, bc like ‘why would we need to talk i know you more than i know myself’, and theyre just wrongggg…. like so many things could have been avoided if they had just… been less sure of their bond

yes and yes. and yes.

and i cant answer that last one without getting spoilery.

[fbfh]

okay look obviously I don't want to watch riverdale. I couldn't get past the first like two seasons or something when it first came out. but I'm gonna be so for real with yall, I cannot stop thinking about Sweet Pea. This shit hit me out of nowhere. I stumbled across this scene and that was it. He's a 6'3 gangster who's more than ready to commit AND self described needy????? I stood no chance. This isn't my fault. I especially can't stop thinking about both height difference and contrastic aesthetics ships, and if you're dating Sweet Pea, there's a 90% chance he's taller than you.

no bc you're probably friends with Betty and you've been this soft sweet lil angel for your whole life, but the second you see big buff intimidating Sweet Pea, it's game over. you've been making goo goo eyes at him ever since, and you keep asking Betty to get info about him from Jughead. Betty's never ever seen you this down bad for someone, she's never seen you want someone so bad. You've known each other for so long and you've helped her through all the craziness that's happened since Cheryl's brother died, so she feels like she owes this to you. Sweet Pea fell the moment he saw you. You look like an angel, and you sound like an angel, and you probably are an angel if you ask him. He's been doing everything he can to avoid you, because he knows that bad shit will only happen if you get tangled up with him, but that can't stop him from thinking about you all the time, from wishing more than anything that he could be with you. He's convinced himself it would be selfish to pursue you, that you deserve someone better than him. He finally, finally folds when you show up at his place late at night. He'd been about to go to sleep when someone was banging on his door. He finally answered and found you there, standing in the pouring rain. You're shivering, not dressed at all for the weather as you ramble about how your car broke down and you didn't know who else to ask for help. He's so close to folding, he's so close. You're right here, you're asking him to swoop in and rescue you, but what really pushes him over the edge is the way you look at him. You stare up at him, batting your pretty eyes that sparkle in the low light as you shiver. You look at him like he's Hercules, like he can protect you and keep you safe, like you want him to. He gets completely lost in you for a few moments before he snaps out of it, and wraps one of his flannels around your shoulders. It's kind of big on you, and seeing you snuggle with his shirt like it's a blanket is too much. He still desperately tries to convince himself that it will never happen, that he doesn't have a chance with you, but all doubt disappears when he offers to let you stay the night. He awkwardly tells you he only has one bed, but you seem a little too okay with that, too excited to be in such close proximity to him. Neither of you know who's going to make the first move, but you know something is going to give. There's no way you can make it through the night without something happening between you.

[strwberri-milk]

hello welcome to pt. 2 of I Know You'll Always Love Me (And I Wish It'd Be Enough) that i like didnt konw when to post but now feels like a good time anyway it is a happy ending bc. i like happy endings

Paper Hearts

Kaeya x AFAB!Reader || Angst/Comf, Smut || 2 690 words

-> His mind was forever caught on "I love you"

The shards of your heart have always rested in Kaeya’s palms, knowing that even broken apart like this they’ll find solace simply in being near him. You wonder what’ll happen to you, if one day this ache will finally leave, if one day you can think back to him without sobbing so hard your head is pounding. 

Your knuckles are white, hands clasped tightly against each other as you wait. Each agonising moment deepens the indentations in your palm and you pray more than anything that you can get this done and over with. You can’t even afford to let your mind wander, constantly drifting back to the way his body feels against you, the way he kisses you – 

The way you ruined everything by telling him you love him. 

The image of it will never leave your head, biting down on your lip so hard you think you’ll break skin soon. Everything comes flooding back as though he just got off of you, the way he looked at you, the weight in the air from your voice. 

He never texted you again after that. 

You remember spiraling, checking his social media constantly to see if you could find who his new partner was. Every photo he posted you scrutinised, working yourself feverishly as you compared each person to you. She was so much thinner than you, he had the prettiest eyes, everyone he spent time with was so much better for him, nothing like you. 

You had no idea Kaeya was standing behind you, watching as you picked nervously at the grass on the ground. He was working up the nerve to walk over, knowing that he’s responsible for all of this. He ignored you for months on end, texted you today to get your hopes up but he’d be lying if his own weren’t resting up in the heavens. 

The smallest smile rests on his lips, remembering each and every of your little quirks so well. He knew that soon enough, you’d be lying on the ground, staring up at the sky to try and bring yourself down. Your beautiful eyes would forget him for a minute, the pain that he’s putting you through and he takes a deep breath, finally walking over to you. 

The sound of his footsteps brings you to attention, quickly turning to face the direction he came from. As soon as you see him you can’t help the smile on your face, bringing your hands up to cover it to avoid coming off as too desperate. You know this Kaeya, the one who’s cold and calculated, waiting for you to mess up to mark it to some secret ledger in his head. This one won’t snort at your jokes, mortified at the sound he made or whine because you ate the last piece of candy as he tries to kiss it out of you. 

No, this is the one that left you. 

For a second it seems like he’s heart at your reflex, shaking it off as he sits next to you without saying anything. His proximity sets your heart ablaze, aching to love him again. Your heart that was almost healed falls apart again, feeling the pain as raw as it was the day he told you he didn’t love you anymore. 

Anymore. 

Did he ever?

“I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” he says, making you scoff. 

“I guess I’m doing well then.” 

You can tell he’s pulling back, cursing yourself for saying something so impulsively again. That’s what landed you into this situation in the first place. 

“Are you trying to ask me to start up our agreement again?” you try instead, holding back your tears. 

He stays silent, and you decide you’re fed up. 

“I can’t just stay at your beck and call Kaeya! You can’t keep doing shit like this to me!”

The anger you’ve been holding back finally courses through your veins, unaware of how much he was struggling to hold himself back right now. He wanted this for so long, for your love for him to turn into righteous fury so he could leave without hurting you but now that it’s happening it only reminds him that you’re still holding his heart and there’s nothing he can do to stop you from keeping it. 

“I waited for you day and night just for you to come over and leave me when we’re done! Now you text me saying you want to talk and you just sit here in silence? Tell me I “look well”? You can’t seriously be that dumb, can you?!”

You’re not fully yelling at him but he can feel the bite in your words, wanting to curl in on himself or throw himself at your mercy to beg for your forgiveness. 

“If you’re just going to sit here and make me do this for you I’m done. I’m not breaking up with myself for you this time. I’ll lose your number and that’s that. I’ll be rid of you. Do you want that? Do you?!” 

At that his eye widens, grabbing your wrist without thinking and pulling you onto his lap. You try your best to fight it, pushing against his chest but he holds you tighter, burying his face in your neck as you try to curse him out pathetically. Your anger turns back to sadness, nails digging into his chest. You can feel his own nails digging into your back and feel the stuttering of his chest. 

“Please,” he barely manages to beg, voice raw and cracked. 

“Please don’t.”

That’s as far as he gets before you feel his breath skipping, tears falling onto your shoulder as he cries. 

You’re taken aback, expecting to become the sobbing mess but your instincts kick in, combing your fingers through his hair as you try to calm him down. It doesn’t seem to be working and you can barely understand what he’s trying to say but he refuses to let you go. 

“Kaeya, you need to breathe,” you try to tell him, not expecting him to shake his head to just cry harder. 

You keep calling his name, worried he’ll soak his eyepatch through to the point of discomfort so you untie it for him, finally able to push his face back to wipe away his tears. They seem never ending, mismatched eyes staring up at you glossily as they dart around your face desperately. 

“Don’t leave me, I’m sorry for everything I did to you.” 

“Kaeya I-”

“Listen to me, please.” 

He sounds so broken, bringing his hand up to brush a tear away from your face as you start crying yourself. 

“I was so afraid of you. I was afraid of how much you loved me, how much I love you. You made me feel safe for once and I didn’t want to lose that so I broke up with you. I ruined the only good thing that’s ever happened to me because I was scared and I’ve spent every minute wishing I could just get over myself so I could have you back,” he says, cupping your face reverentially in his hands. 

“I’ve never loved someone like you and I never will. You don’t have to take me back – I don’t even expect you to. I was awful to you, breaking up with you and texting you just to have sex because I thought it would hurt less if I could see you like that but every time I just missed you more and more. It was getting so hard to leave and then you said you love me I just –” 

His voice cracks again, thumb running over your cheek as though it would be the last time he would ever see you. 

“I love you too. I love you so much that I could die. I would die, if it meant you would love me again and to hear that you did destroyed me. I was so self centered I didn’t even think about how much I was hurting you and I thought ignoring you would give you the chance to move on but I’m so greedy I didn’t even want to give you that chance. I just want you so bad I don’t know what to do. Please, you always know what to say to make me feel better. How do I fix this? Please, just tell me what I have to do, I'll do it,” he pleads, pulling you into a desperate kiss. 

If his words weren’t clear enough for you this kiss sure was, mixed with salt from both your tears and a frailty that you would never associate with him. His lips slide over yours in a way that’s both hesitant and practised, giving you the chance to pull away but you refuse, pressing into him more. The slight moan that slips past his lips makes you whine, letting him take control as he kisses you harder. 

“You’re always so mean to me, you know that?” you say when he finally lets you breathe, panting against him as he peppers more kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“I always tell you that. You need to stop bullying me before you say something you’ll regret.” 

He can hear the shake in your voice and nods, putting his hands on your waist. 

“If I didn’t tell you now I’d regret it so much. This can mean nothing if you want it to, but just know that I’ll always love you, no matter what,” he replies softly, biting back his noise of surprise when you press a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you.” 

“Kaeya!” you moan, struggling to stay conscious as he continues to ram into the spot that makes you see stars. 

You wish that he’d let you hide your face, hands struggling against his interlocked fingers that he’s insisted need to stay pinned by your head. Your whole body is flush under his attention, unsure how many times you’ve cum at this point. The space where your bodies meet is drenched in your arousal and you know your throat is hoarse but this time not from tears. 

“What is it love? Doesn’t it feel good?” he purrs into your ear, falling back into his affectionate habits as he grunts from the way you clench over him at the pet name. 

“You feel good,” you whine, knees locking up against his waist as he makes you cum again. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, arching into his chest as he hungrily takes it all in. 

Somehow, he’d managed to convince you to take him back and now was showing you his gratitude. You have no idea how many hours it’s been and for all you know it could have been days of him using his mouth all over your body before slipping into your soaking cunt. The familiar heat made him cum almost instantly, grinding into your body before he filled you up just to go all over again. 

Kaeya’s chest feels so warm, brimming with nothing but affection for you as he shudders from your orgasm. It’s still not enough for him, wanting to make up for all the hurt he’s caused you. He won’t be satisfied until you’re nearly passed out under him, nothing but his name on your lips to remind him that this is real. 

That he’s yours again. 

The thought makes him cum, hungrily kissing you to press his moans into your mouth. His cockhead is practically stinging with oversensitivity by how many loads he’s fucked into you at this point and it makes his legs jittery but he refuses to let it stop him, continuing as though he hasn’t just had the strongest orgasm he’s had in months. 

“I love you, I love you,” he groans as a mantra against your lips while his hips pick up more speed, hands tightening their hold on you. 

You try to return his sentiment, words stolen as you devolve into moans when he releases one of your hands to travel between your bodies. His fingers circle your clit tightly which makes you gasp in his ear as he gets even rougher. He knows your body better than he knows his own, eyes screwing shut in pleasure when he feels your nails drag angry lines down his back. 

“It’s too much - you’re -” 

That’s a sound he missed. Your gasps, your pleas, the way he can force your mind to go blank whenever you cum thanks to him as he sits back up, taking in the image of you underneath him. 

He’s covered your chest and neck in hickies and bites. The ones he left on your thighs have already begun to fade but he doesn’t mind. He’s going to keep you close to him, continue to spoil you in attention because you’re the only person he’ll ever love like this. His affection and lust swirl as a result of the potent drug that is you, a pathetic whine slipping past his lips from the way your eyes roll back into your head when he presses your thighs into your chest by the backs of your knees. This way he can feel himself sinking further into you, the mattress still bouncing up onto his creamed cock. He can see the ring of white on the base of his balls slamming into your wrecked pussy that’s brightly flushed from all of his attention. 

“You’ve done so well for me this whole time,” he coos sweetly, still keeping up his pace as you shake your head. 

“C’mon, just one more for me. Can’t you manage that? Make me cum again, please? Just for me? I love you after all.” 

He won’t stop saying it. He can’t stop. He has to remind you how much he loves you, that he will always love you, no matter what. 

“I love you too,” you finally manage, hands grabbing blindly at his arms as you squirt all over him for the nth time. 

“Fuck you’ve always been so good,” he pants, your words pushing him over the edge. 

He drops your knees, bringing his hands to your hips as he moves them for you. In your fucked out state you can only whimper at the feeling of him using you, choked gasps leaving your throat. His cum fills you up and his arms wrap around your body, pulling you so close to him not even your sweat has room to move. 

He starts to catch his breath, panting in your ear with low groans every once in a while as he comes down from his high. It makes you shudder, collapsing back down onto the bed with him as he holds you to his chest. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbles against your hair and twining your legs together. 

“I didn’t try to kick you out,” you tease, gently running your fingers down the path your nails took. 

“I’m trying not to kick myself out,” Kaeya pouts, brushing your hair out of your face. 

“Kaeya Alberich I swear to God - if you leave me again after everything you said and did to me I really won’t forgive you this time.” 

He laughs a little, the sound so familiar it makes your heart ache. You feel his hands cup your face, tilting you to face him so he can press a kiss to your lips. 

“I’m never leaving you, not again, okay? So just take your time to forgive me and I’ll figure out what else I need to do to make sure you know that.” 

You smile softly at him, resting your head on his arm as he wraps it around your shoulder. 

“I’ll hold you to that. Get ready for some groveling,” you smile, unable to take your eyes off him. 

“I’m prepared to do anything.” 

You know that he means it, the earnest glint in his eyes and the way he keeps muttering your name in his sleep confirming it for you. Even in his sleep, he’s thinking about nothing but you, the sound of his breathing next to you lulling you into a restful slumber. 

[mynameisnotsoda]

I'm probably gonna be yelling into the void but here's my refs of my favorite burs !!!! I would say bursonas but one of them is literally just my au,,,, can you tell which one it is,,

Anyway here's some hcs and stuff it's gonna be a long post LMAO I'm just copying all this stuff from Instagram cause I practically live on that shit ass app

Simpbur

He LOVES Hatsune Miku.. like LOVE LOVES HER. He owns so much fuckin merch it's actually insane. But he has never once in his life listened to vocaloid and probably never will. Hes just in love with Miku LMAO

He's aromantic bc I said so !!!!! But he doesn't know that, he hasn't really figured it out and he confuses his obsession with love.

Him and Jared actually used to be friends back when they were like middle schoolers. But then Jared got "hot and cool" and he kinda drifted away from Simp. Mostly cause Simp was SO FUCKING JEALOUS!!!!! and it was obvious too. Imagine how devastated he was when egirl started dating his old friend lmaooo what a loser

Him and e-girl started dating when they were 17, both of them were in pretty bad places in their lives so they just,,, clung onto each other. Both of them were codependent but Simp was significantly worse with his codependency. Adrianne (my name for e-girl) was the one who broke it off when they were both in their early 20s

His stupid little cat beanie is his comfort item !!!! He wears it ALL THE TIME and hates having to take it off, although he would never go out in public with it. He's got some issues with presenting the way he wants to in public so he literally just goes out in his work uniform regardless if he's working or not

Grabs him and aggressively shakes him around !!! Hes autistic (I'm autistic I can give him the tism) his special interests are anime and video games :33

He's definitely not cishet but he tries SOOO hard to present as such (shout-out to @starrixle for that hc ive adopted it for my version of simp)

Studentbur

He's bi but heavily in denial like DEEP DEEP in denial

He HATES being tall !!! He wishes he was shorter because his height makes him stand out a lot and that's the LAST thing he wants

He prays literally every night before bed. Mostly asking for forgiveness (which he shouldnt have to ask for) because he thinks he's a horrible person just for being himself

He CLINGS onto Charlie, they're not like super close friends or anything but he LOVES Charlie. He looks up to Charlie a lot and WISHES he had his confidence and sense of self :')

He doesn't like Tommy, he thinks Tommy's too loud and disrespectful and hates how much attention he attracts. So he tends to just avoid him even if they're in the same classes

He absolutely regrets smoking with Bill and Ranboo but he also feels INCREDIBLY GUILTY for wanting to do it again (because he actually had fun and was able to relax for a moment)

He LOVES emo rock, indie, modern rock and other similar genres. His parents are really strict so he has to listen to his music in secret and ALWAYS has his earbuds on him, its a comfort item too. His three favorite bands are MCR, Ghost and Radiohead :]

The only game he was ever allowed to play was and still is Minecraft. He LOVES Minecraft but at the same time he desperately wishes to be able to play other games

He fucking LOVES GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOL !!!!! he used to be in a Christian school but it gave him so much anxiety he was physically ill every single day and he just couldn't take it anymore!!!! To his surprise his parents actually agreed to let him go to public school during his sophomore year and he's been there ever since (now hes a senior)

Charlie is really his only friend, he's tried talking to other kids but he's horribly awkward and socially inept. Charlie basically adopted him and takes care of him like a brother !!!! Even if they're not super close Charlie's always looking out for him and tries to include him with his friends even tho Stu declines most the time :((

Keith Smith

HIS WIFE LEFT HIM AND TOOK THE KIDS TOO 😭😭😭 he's still trying to find her but he's slowly losing hope and he's really considering just giving up

He's basically the "king" of the end, even though he's not actually the ruler, it was his wife. But since she's GONE he basically had to take her place, until he finds a new wife or convinces her to come back if he ever found her (the end is a matriarchy)

He's kind of insufferable why do you think his wife left him

He has two kids, Lune (pronounced like loon) and Sunny. He LOVES his kids and is actually a really great dad despite being kind of an ass and fucking annoying. He misses them a lot and it breaks his heart that he might not be able to see them ever again

Dr. Malpractice

He's a geneticist specifically experimenting with mob/human hybrids.

His experiments are NOT ETHICAL AT ALL!!! He does whatever tf he wants whenever he wants. His only healthy, surviving test subjects are Phil (enderman), Tommy (spider), Charlie (creeper) and Quackity (duck). (He also experiments on my sona,, that I added for funsies,, but they weren't created by him he just happened to find them one day more on that later)

He's actually trying to make humans more powerful in a way, because they're the weakest humanoid species of them all. He wants to "save" humanity from their own biological inferiority and doesn't care how long it takes or how much damage he causes to others so long as he reaches his goal. Because he's fucking delusional and thinks he's doing something good

He even experimented on his kid, Fundy, and he didn't make it. He has a,,, complicated relationship with what happened to Fundy. On one hand the guilt eats away at him constantly, on the other he brushes it off as just another failed experiment since in the long run,, the ends justify the means in his mind

So far his deceased test subjects include Fundy, Niki, George, and Toby (Tubbo). His only escaped subject was Randy (Ranboo) and he's so fucking paranoid that somehow he'd be able to get the authorities to stop his experiments. But it's been months since Ran escaped and nothing's happened so he isn't AS paranoid anymore, but he still worries about it

He names all the test subjects himself, it's easier for him to remember than numbers because he has dyscalculia funnily enough

All the test subjects were made in his lab with stolen DNA so he didn't have to use his own. He basically grew them in tubes and used a rapid growth serum in the tanks to make everyone adult sized since it was easier to run tests that way. He accidentally left Phil cookin for too long so he's the oldest out of everyone LMAO (except for Dr mal himself, he's 37)

Ok so onto the cringe part !!!! cSoda is a shapeshifter, shapeshifters are VERY rare and often hide themselves because they're very sought after to hunt for sport or used for various reasons. They're basically "born" from the planet itself, they grow in pockets underground for many years and kinda just pop up when they're ready. (Think of like. Steven Universe gems but organic) cSoda is erm undercooked let's say LMAO because they popped up early in their development they're basically defective. They age (albeit slowly), their body scars, they can't regrow limbs properly, their shapeshifting is limited to only animals/people they've SEEN before and they are incredibly naive and have a harder time understanding/learning about the world.

Dr. Mal found cSoda (no idea how yet) and he normally wouldn't have cared but he saw their shapeshifting and immediately decided to "take them in". He takes advantage of their naivety and basically brainwashed them into thinking he cares for them. cSoda presents as a dog (more lore I don't feel like getting into rn) so they have the personality traits of one as well, very loyal and loving and INCREDIBLY affectionate. Which Dr Mal HATES.

If it weren't for the fact that cSoda is more useful to him while alive he probably would've just killed them because he's CONSTANTLY annoyed and irritated by them LMAO he wants to be able to replicate their shapeshifting and hopes that it might be able to help him achieve his goal

c!Wilbur

He fucking LOVES working the burger van with Ranboo, it gives him something to do and he actually enjoys spending time with them even after initially not really liking them. He thinks Ranboo is SO interesting and loves to analyze everything he says and does pFF

HE FUCKING. APOLOGIZED TO TOMMY!!!!! FOR EVERYTHING !!! HE WANTS TO DO AND BE BETTER FOR HIM AND HAVE A BETTER RELATIONSHIP!!!! HE LOVES HIS BROTHER SO MUCH AND IS TRYING TO BE BETTER AT SHOWING THAT RAAHH

He fucking REEKS no matter how much he showers or uses deodorant. It'll help with the intensity of the smell but he just reeks of death bc he was rotting !!!! he also smells like cigarettes and alcohol which does mask the rot and is actually preferable by most people (especially Quackity, who's VERY vocal about how much Wilbur stinks)

Tinybur

He's REALLY clingy, like he NEEDS someone to be holding him at all times. Normally it's Tommy (who's so obviously his favorite even tho he denies it)

It doesn't remember being human for the most part but he does miss it, especially being a normal height

He HATES when people baby him, he's a grown man who just happens to be child sized. If you talk down to him he WILL be an asshole

It was surprised when people started referring to him as an "it" but he kinda liked it !! It doesn't have the same feelings about its gender since becoming a doll and he thinks it's kinda weird but cool at the same time. It really is just vibin

It's voice is high pitched and he kinda hates it, its gotten used to it but it doesnt really like how its voice changed

Animatronic!Wilbur

He's so fucking annoying and is always flirting with parents for whatever reason. He fucking LOVES if they get flustered too it boosts his ego

He's SOO jealous of Ranboo its kind of embarrassing. He thinks he should be the lead singer and mascot but doesn't vocalize it, although he does make it painfully obvious

He's the lead guitarist and back up vocalist in the band (Tommy plays keytar, Ranboo is lead singer and James is the bassist)

He's actually really fucking insecure despite being a fan favorite. One time someone left their phone and it didn't have a password so he was able to use the internet which was. A mistake. He's seen the horrors of the Beloved Ent. Fandom and he thinks people only like him because he was made to be the "attractive one" and not because he actually has anything of substance.

He fucking HATES Schlatt with a passion, so he avoids the bowling alley entirely now. Jimmy (solidarity) used to be the bowling mascot but he was too fragile and a push over with guests so they replaced him with Schlatt. Who's nice enough to guests but does have a bit of a temper and doesn't take ANYONES bullshit. Wilbur was actually really close with Jimmy and he misses him terribly :(

Can you tell who I have more brainrot for LMAO