#oh babey. quiet.

[desertpacificoctopi]

💥💐👑✏️🖍️⚙️❇️🚆💧☁️🌟🌠❤️💌 for Quiet.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

oh babey. surprisingly enough, pride is a tough one for them, just the same as guilt. the latter is easier to fall into and spiral with, the former its opposite that causes that same spiral. they feel undeserving of pride, constantly. it's a struggle they're always working through, to let themself feel accomplished with themself. to like the person that they've become.

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

okay well the easiest one is their/my favorite, lamprocapnos aka bleeding hearts. but that one isn't all that space-filling, so i am going to crack open the plant symbolism wikipedia page. uhhh. amaryllis for watson (beauty, determination), camellias for deify (longing, dearly missed), purple morning glory for monty (love in vain, affection), snowdrops for sieglinde (consolation, hope), probably some kind of greenery that is suitably old for anthem. i was trying to keep these pink but like the purple in association with monty was too good to pass up. control bitches. i can spend way too long thinking abt this so i will just move on

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

ouuubh. well. part of it is in our actual first name, which means dear friend. they want to be known as someone who can be depended on for love and support and guidance, mostly among their immediate circles. they don't really care for the idea of being known to a wider public, even if they can't quite avoid that seeing as they spend a significant amount of time in the company of The Desires- but if that can't be avoided then they just want to be known as a gentle and guiding hand. the conductor of the orchestra, the one who makes their friends shine.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

in terms of quotes, it's got to be something from either their bridge deal with control- "That does sound nice, doesn't it? Something with structure. Supports. Carrying yourself and others, holding them inside you. The self construction…"- or the conversation they had with insight- "A little bit of power in truth, a little bit of strength in self image, a little bit of gentle love." for lyrics though. auaughh. so hard to pick. "be still my foolish heart / don't ruin this on me" from almost (sweet music) by hozier. we are going with that.

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

ohhh god they're me. what can i say to them that hasn't already been said better by other characters? just. be less scared. they have no reason to be afraid of things because there is love in them and also several deities on their side.

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

while they/i associate myself with Both science and art? it Kind of seems like quiet has taken a side considering that they Are music now. but both are intrinsically very valuable to them, on a personal level And in society at large. they might pick up classes in our degree again soon. also add people watch out they Are going to make you learn an instrument and you are going to Like It

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

ouuubh the baton is up there. it's good to use at fight club in its spear form and it holds a LOT of sentimental value. their shitty plants in their room and the Flannel Pile are also prized possessions, in addition to any and all gifts they've received from blair or anthem or any of the other pcs.

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

lif t thte train Off the tracks. with goddly levitations. and set it On the groudn next to it. No One Has To Die !

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

so much of them is angst oh babey. i mean they always feel guilty about picking control for a desire but at the same time they also feel guilty about. monty being their reason for existence. monty didn't Ask for someone to base their entire them on her. they're constantly afraid that they're pressing in too close to him. that they're infringing on something by Being a control bridge next to her.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

while using their metaphysical body is a reflex now, they do relish the ability to weave through a room and feel their friends and family, to embrace them in a way that is more than embracing and understand each of them for what is brightest and most sweet.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

the vastness of it all. they are more than they were but they are still so small. there are a million million small lives all around them, all of them just as important and worth cherishing. they'd love to stargaze with any of their partners, or laid out on a blanket with their friends- experiencing a smallness together.

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

in all honesty, there's not a lot about the world that they want fixed that they wouldn't want to do with their own hands or others'. maybe they would wish to have a version of their sister with them.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

physical touch, both abnormal (using their metaphysical body) and normal (cuddling like a normal person). and soooo much quality time.

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

they do like love letters i think :) but they're a little scared of repeating themself and hence making it somehow less Meaningful, so they keep like Charts. of what kind of language they use with each partner. they like to leave messages of appreciation and encouragement tho. letting their partners know the ways they understand them.

[mimiteyy]

assignment progress report: I can absolutely nail the hakumei n mikochi art style goddamn

[ironmanstan]

anyway people at school need to stop seeing me struggling carrying my bags and offering to help and then being like “wow this backpack sure is heavy” bc then i have to lie about owning a laptop and that being the reason that its heavy bc im too embarrassed to say that im stupid and live off apple juice and have an entire half carton of it in my backpack plus my switch that im lying to myself with and am not gonna play on bc im way too stressed being outside to relax at all on break

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

crossing my fingers and just hoping all the symptoms of ocd i have are just the autism instead

[bucknastysbabe]

What do they know?

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,306

Tags: Pnv!sex, rough sex, outdoors SEX, exhibitionism-ish, Big Dick Bucky Barnes, getting absolutely railed on vacay 10/10, college!au, undernegotiated stuff but they work it out, praise kink, sweet sweet idiot babey Buck, Steve isn’t a virgin but is also an idiot with the rest of the quartet

A/N: This jumped out the ether whoopsie doodle I needed to pretend I actually got to do spring break in college. Don’t play collegiate tennis

Bucky had you pinned up against the side of the house, only hidden by a shower curtain. With his cock shoved deep inside of you, throbbing and hot. One of his huge arms was cradled under your ass to hold you up. It almost made you cum right there thinking about his strength.

Bucky had you pinned up against the side of the house, only hidden by a shower curtain. With his cock shoved deep inside of you, throbbing and hot. One of his huge arms was cradled under your ass to hold you up. It almost made you cum right there thinking about his strength.

But you had to be quiet. Although everyone knew you two were missing from the house. Actually, Bucky had made it his personal goal to fuck you in the most inappropriate places on the spring break trip. You didn’t know about this exhibitionist side of the usually shy member of the friend group.

He moved his hips slightly, thick member dragging against you maddeningly. You stifled your moan, a thin whimper coming out instead. He had your cunt split in half— another fact you weren’t aware of until Bucky decided to ask you out. The guy’s dick was huge, veiny, and should be immortalized in dildo form.

The brunette was grinning ear to ear, blue eyes dark with lust. He cooed, “That’s a good girl- we don’t want anyone to hear do we?” You bit your lip and shook your head, eyes fluttering shut. Bucky tapped your cheek with his other hand, chiding, “No, no, look at me baby.” He pulled out some— the tip of his cock dragging against your sweet spot.

Trembles ran down your thighs, another quiet whimper falling out. You tucked your head into his beefy shoulder, panting, “C’mon, stop playing Buck.” He laughed meanly in return, fucking back into you with a wet slap.

“If I stop playing you’ll start screaming again,” he said all casual, like he wasn’t balls deep inside your pussy.

You were frustrated. It wasn’t enough, you were throbbing and achy and Bucky had been toying with you for about thirty minutes now. He even turned the shower off so you really had to be quiet. Steve was around the corner on the porch, you could hear his footsteps.

Hot tears welled up in your eyes, you blinking instinctively. Bucky stopped smiling, his thick brows knitting together in concern. He carefully pulled your gaze back to him with a big hand wrapped around the side of your face. Your boyfriend asked, “Hey, wait, what’s wrong?”

You whispered, more of a quiet warble, “You’re being mean.” Another annoyed tear ran down your cheek, Bucky swiping it away. He pressed a couple of kisses to the side of your face and whispered, “I’m sorry baby, shit, do you wanna cum now?”

You nodded deliriously, mouth falling open to chant little ‘pleases’.

“Okay, okay, fuck, you better cry for another reason,” Bucky sighed, pressing his forehead to your own.

He slid in and out slowly at first, the obvious noises of people fucking out loud. It made you blush to hear him inside you, begging to turn the shower back on. Bucky cursed but obliged. Once the droplets were raining onto the ground again, the brunette began to roughen his pace.

Your arms around his neck stiffened, nails digging into tanned flesh. His cock was back impossibly deep again, battering against your g-spot and grazing your cervix. You’d never had that happen before and it was causing an intense sensation to build between your thighs.

“Bucky- Bucky, oh my god!,” you whined into his pink lips. He pressed them against your open mouth, swallowing up your noises eagerly. His other hand dropped down to your ass, slapping his hips harder and harder. You felt like a ragdoll, unable to do anything but take it.

You babbled into the hot kisses, scrabbling desperately at his back. Bucky moaned softly, “God you feel so good, being so good, fuck,” his eyes closed before he praised, “Best babydoll ever.” You gathered enough wits to kiss the sweet boy back at that.

More pressure built up in your lower belly from his fucking monster dick catching every sensitive spot in your cunt. He was all fast shallow thrusts now, so much friction your eyes rolled up. Your breath was coming in hitched sobs, calling his name on every other breath.

Bucky’s breathing was ragged against your open mouth, blue eyes blown wide. He grunted with exertion, beginning to twitch inside of you. He crooned against your lax lips, “I know baby, I know, it feels s’good don’t it?” His honeyed tone struck you hard, you mewling pathetically, tears welling up once more.

“C’mon- know you’re close pretty girl.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. Bucky dug his hips in deep, striking your innermost walls just right. You wailed his name, unable to bite back the overwhelming ecstasy. Bucky clamped his hand down on your mouth with a surprised gasp. He growled into your ear, “Goddamn babygirl you can’t do that to me- shshit!”

Bucky sought out his release, gasping and straining for purchase as your cunt milked him. You blubbered behind his hand, orgasm crashing down like a ton of bricks on you. The brunette twitched and whined your name so, so sweetly as he emptied into your pussy.

The pair of you didn’t move for what seemed like an eternity, sucking in breath under the stream of the outdoor shower. Bucky slid out of your abused cunt— both of you wincing. He let you down gentle, steadying you with those big hands. Your legs were shaky and like a newborn foal with the way you stumbled and leaned into Buck’s broad chest.

He smiled down dopily, eyes soft. Bucky rumbled, “Well there’s no way they don’t know what we were up to— you okay babydoll?” His thumbs circled at your waist, a reassuring gesture. You nodded and rasped, “Yeah you ass. You’re carrying me to the bed.”

He grinned widely, teeth shining as he laughed. Your boyfriend peered around, grabbing the earlier discarded swimsuits from behind. Bucky teased, “Almost forgot,” he bent down to help you slide on the one-piece, “I want you to tell me if you’re not okay, promise?”

You nodded, pulling a strap onto your shoulder. Bucky pulled on his trunks, you almost sad to see him clothed again. Pressing a kiss to his still-pulsing neck you replied, “I will- honestly jus’ never been fucked like that.”

“No? Never?”

You shook your head, “Nope. Either drunk hookups or plain missionary where I didn’t cum.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up possessively, him sealing his lips over yours with a soft lick. He pulled back and gushed, “No way- so I’m the first who made you cum?” You rolled your eyes and palmed his softening cock.

“Hard not to with this thing,” you said with a wink, “But yes, Barnes, you are the one and only.”

Bucky kissed you again, smiling helplessly. You wrapped tired arms around his waist and returned the favor. Both of you pulled back and hollered when the shower curtain jerked open with a SCHINK.

A smug Sam and blushing Steve stood on the other side, Nat peered from around the corner from the deck with a knowing look. Sam boasted, “Told you! They been in there way too long!”

Natasha added, “Seriously Steve you’re too pure for your own good!”

Bucky glared at Sam, shoving the fellow junior in the chest. His other arm was still clung tight around your frame. You deadpanned, “Did y’all really have a bet going on?” Steve sputtered, “Yes- look- dammit!”

Clint’s voice came in next, “Did Steve figure out Barnes was plowing our goody-two-shoes?”

Bucky made a face and an annoyed scoff. You started laughing deliriously, frankly high off the rush of the orgasm. Rogers shook his head and returned to the porch along with a cackling Sam. Bucky palmed the back of his head, sheepishly giving you a look. You playfully tugged on his wet hair.

“You’re still gonna carry me right babe?”

[hungharrington]

personally i struggle with emotional vulnerability so im not really an “I love you” person? the words get stuck and feel unnatural

BUT READER GIVINF STEVE A HANDJOB N THE FEELING STRIKES HER. she just rests her chin on his shoulder and does a cheesy movie-esque love stare up at him, all you know how much i love you right? love you sooo much stevie. you’re perfect and make me feel so safe, so loved, love you so much for all of that. love you love you love you love you whispered in time with the movement of her hand. leaving little sucky pecks on the chubs of his cheeks. acting as if nothings new when it’s all done, idk if he’d point blank ask or imply but just a “:] hmm? oh, i dunno what you mean stevie :]”

BABEY this was such a 10/10 request like…. the way i sent this to at least 3 different moots when i got it…. ur brain…. so have some subby!steve & as always it’s so in love MDNI this entire blog is 18+, i know the request is for a fem!reader but i’ve kept it gn!reader, 1.1k words, enjoy! <3

You don’t think there’s a prettier sight than how Steve looks when you have your fingers wrapped around his cock.

Cheeks bright flushed pink, eyes screwed up, his chest rising and falling quickly, the muscles beneath his tummy clenching and rippling as you move your hand up and down as fast as you please. 

He’s making those sweet noises you just adore so much — little low moans, each breath laced with a keen that you know will turn into a whimper when he gets closer to the edge. All of his noises go straight between your thighs but right now isn’t about you. It’s about Steve.

The couch cushions press into your legs as you shift, rearranging to be closer to him. You hook your chin over his shoulder, you spare hand creeping up his back, slow and soothingly. The wet sounds of his dripping cock sound fucking heavenly, doused in his soft quiet moans, as you curl your fingers into his hair. Raking them through, your thighs press tighter together when Steve lets out a particularly loud moan. 

“Mm, feeling good, Stevie?” You talk lowly, so close you know he can hear you. You press a kiss into his shoulder, nuzzling your nose along down to his collarbone, your hand fucking his cock a little bit faster. Steve keens, fighting to keep his hips still, trying to be good. His hands clench into fists at his sides. 

He’d had such a day and you had offered to take care of him and Steve just wants to be good for you. 

He nods quickly to answer your question, creasing his eyes open to meet yours and you feel his cock twitch at the sight of your adoring gaze on him— chin on his shoulder, hand gliding his cock so perfectly, dropping another kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder. 

“Yes, fuck, yes— your hand is always so good, baby.” Steve pants lightly, eyes still fixed on you. They drop to your lips and you don’t deny him, pushing up and leaning in to kiss him. He’s messy with it, not quite the usual practice he has and when you thumb over his slit, Steve groans into your mouth. He breaks the kiss, a high whine escaping his mouth, hips jumping up to meet your hand. 

His forehead drops, leaning against yours and you lean in again, your next kiss on his cheek. 

“Good, y’so good baby. You know how I love you, right?” You murmur, nearly cooing, right as you scrape your fingers through his hair again. Steve shudders beneath you, his eyes cinched shut but a whimper still slips from his throat, loud and high. You speed up your hand, the squelching of it getting louder and louder. 

“Shit,” Steve curses, peeking his eyes open. “Y’can’t say tha- that right now or— ah— I’m gonna cum in a minute.” 

“Love you soooo much, Stevie,” you continue like you haven’t heard him, twisting your hand in that torturous way while your other hand strokes down the nape of his neck, your touch soft with love. Steve gasps loudly, his hips bucking again and all his moans melt into soft whimpers. You kiss his cheek again, nuzzling your nose against his as your adoring words pour out. 

“You’re perfect f’me, you know?” You whisper, your thumb teasing his tip again. Steve whines, his chest heaving with his whimpering heavy breaths. You can see his hands flexing, forming and reforming fists over and over. “You make me feel so safe, so loved, Stevie, love you so much for that.” 

“Fuck,” Steve breathes. He sounds so wrecked for you, voice all raspy from his moans. “Fuck, honey- you can’t just— nghm—“ 

“Love you,” you whisper lovingly, your hand twisting into his hair again and tugging lightly. You speed up your hand tugging his heavy cock, heat bubbling in your tummy at how it leaks all over your hand, the head of it flushed bright pink. You kiss his cheek again sloppily. 

“Love you, love you, love you so much,” You say, drinking in his fucked out expression— brown eyes hidden away, pink lips parted in a whine, his blush standing out against his tan skin. Steve trembles against you, breathing jagged. 

“You can’t—“ He whines softly. “I’m gonna— oh fuck, baby—“

“You can.” You hush him sweetly, another kiss to his shoulder. “C’mon, you can, Stevie. Wanna see you cum f’me, baby, wanna see you cum while I tell you how much I love you, yeah?” 

Steve heaves a deep stuttering breath, his hands finally moving from his sides to grip at your shirt— his fingers twist in and he tugs you impossibly closer. His face turns to hide in your neck as his whimpers start to catch, hips bucking up uncontrollably into your fist. Sweet whiney noises pour into your skin as his orgasm builds up and up — you sweep your hand along the back of his neck again and say it again, a low loving whisper of “I love you,” and Steve breaks. 

His whine is so noisy as the first stream of cum dribbles from his cock and when you don’t slow your pace, you feel his lips part and his teeth sink into your shoulder lightly. He whimpers pathetically, his top half turned to cling to you while you work all his hot cum from his cock, painting your hand and his thighs with it. 

“Mm, so good, love you Stevie, love how well you did for me,” Your murmurs tide Steve over until his soft whines of pleasure turn to whimpers of overstimulation and you finally release his cock. Your hand moves to thigh instead, giving a soft rub as you try to coax his face out. 

“That was big, huh? You came a lot.” Your gaze wanders to his cum-streaked thighs and you can’t help the tiny giggle that titters out of you — it’s enough to get Steve to lift his face. He’s so pink still that it makes you want to coo at him. He looks only a smidge embarrassed, more blissed out than anything. 

“I told you,” He huffs breathlessly, a lazy smile on his face as his head lolls back to rest against the couch. “You can’t say that and expect me not to…” 

He gestures wordlessly to his crotch and you laugh a little, snuggling back up to him. You kiss his neck, nosing up to kiss his jaw and Steve waits patiently, humming happily when you reach his lips. 

You pull back with a teasing smile, “I know but I don’t expect it to keep working every time.” 

Steve waves a hand, eyes slipping closed as his lazy grin spreads. “Mmhmm, liar. You know what it does to me.” 

His words are lovingly, like he loves that you know what he loves. You kiss his cheek once more. 

“Yeah, I do,” you admit gleefully. “And I love it nearly as much as I love you.” 

Steve’s dick gives a soft twitch against his thighs and he groans, face screwing up for a second. “Don’t,” he warns. He opens his eyes to glare at you but there’s no heat. You grin and kiss him again. 

[sad-stucky-shipper-107]

THIS SHOW IS A WHOLE FUCKIN ROLLERCOASTER

LMFAOOO POOR BBY, I CAN RELATE

NO SHIT SHERLOCK

LMFAOOO HE ACCIDENTALLY TOUCHED HER BOOB AND FREAKED.

LMFAOOO SHE WAS A CON ARTIST?!

IKRRRRR?!!!

Catwoman is BACK BABEY

LMFAOO A COUPLE OF CON MEN ARE PRETENDING TO BE THEM SASJSFHZKDHGZZKHJKDK

Damn there’s literally something in their water that’s making them crazy

AN UMBREALLA?! THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE GOING WITH?! INSTEAD OF A HAZMAT SUIT?!

OoOooOOO Ho’s mad

HOLY SHIT

LMFAOOO POOR EDWARD GOT SMACKED BY HIS BROTHER OVER A CAT

ROY YOU FOX

LOOK AT HIS HAPPY LIL FACE! HE’S A DOG PERSON

Is roy okay?

BRO THE FURHER IS RIGHT NEXT DOOR QUIET DOWN

Manwhore Pervert

I just fucking LOVE how much this guy loves his wife and daughter

I THOUGHT SHE SHOT THE DOG. GODDAMN. OH FUCK

Awww he CAN be nice

Poor baby, he looks sick.

ROY NO!

Fuck kid. Who let you be so wise

Ok so in conclusion, I AM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR NOW

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Please just stay with me tonight (and please don't let tomorrow come)

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader x conner kent

length: 1.2k

genre: fluff, comfort, light light angst

warnings: coming of age story babey. timmy and kon are trying so hard to grow up well. so is reader. they're falling in looove but they're all stupid

a/n: oh look another new verse cool cool cool

It's summer in Metropolis; the sun is beginning to set, slowing down over the horizon to bathe the world in a pink, hazy glow. You, Kon, and Tim are slouched on the couch of your new apartment, boxes piled high around the three of you.

"You know…" you begin, sagging against Tim.

"We can always unpack tomorrow," Kon finishes for you. You hum in agreement and roll your head over Tim's shoulder to look up at him.

"Yea," he huffs tiredly, "yea, I'm good with that."

"We should go out," you say, sitting up and ignoring the grumbled complaints of Kon as you jostle him where he was settling in against your shoulder. "The fair is best this time of day. Come on, please?" Kon and Tim exchange a love-struck glance as you look up at them - a glance that maybe you would notice if you weren't so busy pouting at them. A glance maybe the two of them would be aware of if they weren't so busy each trying to hide the fact that they're so in love with you.

"Alright," Tim says, pulling himself off the couch. "I'll figure out which of these boxes we put our boards in…"

By the time the three of you were skateboarding down to the boardwalk, you were all trying desperately not to think of the mess you'd left while you tore through boxes trying to find what you needed, and you were giggling quietly to yourself at the whole ordeal.

"Stop laughing like that," Kon says, but his voice gives away his own laughter, "it's not funny, we're going to have to clean that up later."

"Yea, yea," you say, waving your hand dismissively. "Tomorrow, though. Tonight I get to just eat funnel cakes and drink slushies until I can't stand anymore and need you to carry me home." Tim snorts at your words.

"Oh, yea, that's romantic," he says sarcastically, but neither he nor Kon misses the blush that spreads across your cheeks at his words, although you do your best to hide it as you pull up to the fair on your boards.

"Hmm, nope, not quite. Try again - you never know, maybe the eighth time it'll work," you comment lazily, taking a bite out of your funnel cake as you watch Tim and Kon fail spectacularly at one of the fair games.

"You try it then," Kon quips back, trying to shove the ball at you. You dodge him, though, moving to hide behind Tim.

"Nuh uh… they're rigged, Kon. That's why neither of you can win." You laugh as Tim scoffs at your words, snatching the ball from Kon and aiming at the stack of pins. 

"We'll win," he says stubbornly. When the ball misses yet again, he turns to you, hands on his hips. "How many of those have you eaten?"

"Beautiful subject change, Timmy. This is my last one, I promise," you say, curling your hand around Tim's elbow so that you can drag him away from the game, Kon following behind. "Here, Kon, help me finish this. It's almost dark out and we need slushies." Kon grins at you and takes the rest of the funnel cake from your hand, letting you continue to pull the two of them through the fair.

"Cheer up, Tim," he says, mouth full. "You know this next part is the best."

"You were right, Kon… this is the best." Tim's words are quiet, his eyes trained on the horizon where the last light of the sun dips over the water, blanketing the three of you in darkness. You rub your hand on your jeans, the condensation from your slushie making your fingers cold. 

"Aw, you getting all sentimental on us?" Kon croons, slushie straw still in his mouth as Tim scoffs and jostles his shoulder, mumbling a shut up under his breath. You lean back on your hands, feet swinging over the edge of the pier as you listen to the other two.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" You ask softly. The other two look at you.

"We said we'd do this when we all finally moved in together. We sat right here on this pier when we agreed that the next time we all met up in Metropolis, it would be to build a home together. Of course this is right," Tim says pointedly. You huff, keeping your eyes focused on the rippling water underneath the three of you, watching the way the waves hit the wooden supports and dissolve back into the darkness.

"No, I mean… are we doing the right thing? Like, being here, I mean, and - and doing all of this together… how do we know we're growing up right?" The two of them are silent in response, Tim frowning, eyes forward, while Kon stares intently at you. "I feel like we're standing on our own feet for the first time," you continue, "and if we trip ourselves up - or, even worse, if we trip one another up… I just - I don't know if we're doing this all wrong."

"I don't know if there's a right way to grow up," is Kon's quiet response, his voice more serious than you're used to. "I know that's… not the response you want. I know you take a lot of pride in squaring your shoulders and planting your feet and knowing that you're doing the right thing and headed in the right direction - and that's something I love about you. You always know… you know who you are and what you're doing and where you're going. Honestly, I… I really envied you for a while because of that. But… I think this might just take some stumbling. That's why we're doing it together - if you fall, we'll catch you. If one of us falls, you'll catch us. We've got each other." Kon smiles after his speech and you think, for a brief moment, that the sun's come out again, reversed time just to shine on you one last time before you're all adults. But it's just Kon - Kon with his sunshine smile and unwavering faith. Kon, with his feet planted so firmly and his posture so steady - and you realize that you envy him for the very thing that he envies about you. Funny how that works.

"What if we do trip one another up?" Tim says, hands clenched in his lap. "What if you're right and when one of us stumbles, we just take the other two down with us?" You reach over at Tim's words - at the tense strain in his voice, and tangle your hand in his so that you can silently coax his fingers to relax.

"Maybe Kon's right…" you say softly. "I'm sure we will mess up. We'll make mistakes and we'll argue and then we'll make up again. None of this is going to be perfect - we're not perfect, despite our best efforts. Maybe it's time we learn to make some mistakes." You smile gently, squeezing Tim's hand in your own. Kon grins at your declaration and Tim sighs, tipping his head back to stare up at the sky, the stars beginning to shine ever so slightly through the haze of the city lights.

"Yea…" he says wistfully. "Maybe it is time for us to learn how to make some mistakes."

[bambambunny]

FATUI CAT :D

I am here to deliver on my promise of cat!reader headcannons, under the cut cuz its long

Tw: none i think??? If there is then pls tell me

Relationships: Platonic harbingers / reader

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Pierro

Scary

Just say away if you dont particularly like him

He probably wont mind, he’s too busy to care about a cat of all things.

But like if you do like him, i recommend snoozing in his lap.

He’s got a lot of paperwork to do so its unlikely that he moves around a lot.

Its giving villain in a turning chair menacingly stroking a cat while giving an order to a nervous henchmen to inconvenience the heroes. 

You could try yelling at him and only quieting down when he pets you or lets you onto is lap

But, depending on his mood, he might just kick you out of his office

Would assign some poor Fatui henchman to take care of you so you have a constant guardian even if the other harbingers arent there. 

Dottore

Again

Scary

If you, as a cat, show human-like intelligence dottore will certainly pick up on it

Personally, as someone who likes cats and science, I would hang out with him

But like bad vibes

The worst vibes imaginable from this man.

Dont touch the chemicals he has.

We dont know what it is but just to be safe, assume all of them are acid.

Columbina

I love her sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Gives the most satisfying scritches and sings the sweetest songs

She’s one of the most safest harbingers to nap around

She’d put clips and bows in your fur regardless of gender.

Spends like 5 hours singing and grooming you like she doesnt have work to do.

No one has the guts to interrupt her though.

Capitano

Even though he’s scary i have a hc he’s nicer than he looks.

He isnt around Zapolyarny palace very often bc he’s out doing military campaigns and what not

But when he is at the palace, its safe to hang out with him

He’d have no issue with you catching a ride on his shoulders.

I also like to think he has a pyro vision(if he has one) and so he’s warmer than most

Perfect for a cat in snezhnaya. 

I think he’s nicer than he looks and it would be funny for the tiny cat to run straight to the big scary harbinger for pets and cuddles.

Pulcinella 

Its grandpa time babey

He gives you only the highest quality cat food.

You spend the day with him and you leave with 5 extra pounds just from the amount of treats he gives you.

You dont even have to do tricks or anything he just rewards you for existing.

He’d give you a kitty version of the harbinger coats, sponsored by Pantalone. 

Scaramouche

Oh this is fun

You know how cats are just assholes sometimes and like do things specifically to piss you off

Yeah do that

Swipe at his hat tassles

Get on a cabinet and yell, mocking him for being so tiny

Rest assured that he will torment you in return

Like i love scaramouche so much, he’s my baby, id adopt him a million times over if i could

But i can only restrain the bastard instinct for so long

He told the fatui in charge of you to make sure you leave him alone and is so close to killing him when you inevitably waltz around the corner.

Sandrone

You’re not allowed in her workshop

No ifs ands or buts

Her robots are to delicate to risk getting knocked over by a cat

If you’re really insistent on watching her then she might allow you to watch from the door

But thats it

Outside of the workshop though, she wouldnt mind letting you in her lap while she is carried around by her robot. 

Just dont jump off without letting her know before hand

You might get crushed by the robot

If you manage to make her like you and look sad enough, she might make a robotic toy for you.

Maybe a robot cat friend or a mouse for you to chase.

It keeps you occupied and lets Sandrone make another robot, win-win!

Signora

She does seem a bit cold at first

Feels like the type to not like animals bc of how messy they are, etc.

But she will warm up to you quicker than say Pierro or Sandrone.

Another source of heat in this frigid country.

She sends one of those fire moths to go with you and it is very much appreciated.

Girls night with Her and Columbina hanging out and taking care of you ^-^

Pantalone

As mentioned in the original post, i think Pantalone likes cats

He’d spoil you so bad lmao

Doesnt matter if you’re mean or nice or apathetic

He has a corner in his office dedicated to you.

Its got a box of toys, the softest bed money can buy, the most elaborate cat tree imaginable like wtf man, one of them self cleaning litter boxes, a water fountain, and an automatic feeder.

The feeder is on a schedule but that doesnt really matter because Pantalone will give you treats anyways.

He even gives you your own allowance from the fatui treasury.

He gives you one of those cat collars with the little bell.

Arlecchino 

You could hint to her that you want to go to the orphanage.

Everytime someone mentions it, give a little chirp and stare at her intently.

She’ll probably get the idea and set aside a week or so for you go to the orphanage to play with the kids.

They’re all very gentle with you and like to call you a mini snow leopard.

Arlecchino thinks its kinda cute but she wont say it.

Tartaglia

The bastard instinct returns

I like to think that he isnt present when the other harbingers found cat!reader

Imagine he arrives heavily wounded and is confined to bed rest 

And like, when the doctor gives the go ahead for guests, cat!reader jumps onto the bed and starts purring up a storm

Cats purr to comfort others as well as to show happiness

Childe’s barely conscious but the fluffy thing is comfy and he cant move so might as well let it stay.

When he does wake up he’s more than a little surprised to find a cat in his bed

You have a collar so he assumes you already belong to someone, pets you and then lets you out of the room while he goes over to see what the other harbingers are doing.

Khdsgoiewjrlksjf might try making this a longer fic if i have the skills but anyways-

Very nice to you

A bit rough on the playing but hey, it helps hone your hunting skills

Not that you need to hunt, you get fed regularly and i doubt there’s much mice in Zapolyarny palace. 

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And thats all i got. If yall want, feel free to expand on the concept or send some asks for more specific interactions! This is the first time ive done anything like this so i hope its good enough. 

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[ilongfor-the-arts]

Hi babey! Can I request a Carmen Berzatto x fem!Reader one shot? Reader is a friend of his or more of a coworker but she finds Carmy attractive and one day someone says something about him, just for a laugh, nothing really mean and reader chimes in with a “ I’d totally sit on his face”? It doesn’t have to be a smut, you can do whatever you want with this idea. Thank you in advance love xx

After Hours

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, language, face sitting (obvi), cumming in pants

Summary: *in req*

Word Count: 3.6k

“Okay Y/N, I gotta serious fuckin’ question for ya’.”

I rolled my eyes and continued stirring the sauce. I was aware that this inquiry would most certainly not be taken seriously.

“Hit me, Richie.”

Despite not having uttered a word, Richie laughed loudly.

Oh God, this was gonna be painful.

“Alright, alright, who do you think is more attractive, me or Carmy?”

I arched my brow and cast a glance over my shoulder. Richie's figure was leaning smugly against the counters, his arms crossed over his chest. The pace of the day was unexpectedly slow. Richie chose to focus his attention on me because, frankly, he couldn't go five minutes without bothering someone.

Hey, at least he wasn't yelling and upsetting everyone in a five-mile radius. I’ll take annoying Richie over screaming Richie any day of the week.

“Seriously? That was your serious question?”

I asked, frustrated that he tore my attention away from the sauce.

“I’m dead serious honey-”

“Don’t call me honey.”

Richie displayed his open palms.

“Alright, alright. Sorry, I forgot.”

I rolled my eyes again, bringing my gaze to the sauce. Staring at Richie for lengthy stretches of time gave me a migraine.

“Are you gonna answer my question?”

I pretended to ponder his inquiry despite already knowing the answer.

“Well, that’s difficult. You both are such charming and attractive men.”

My tone was thick with sarcasm. I mean, come on? Did Richie really think he had a chance? I glanced to my right, then to my left. I took care to be subtle so Richie wouldn't assume I had ulterior motives.

“I’d have to say, Carmy.”

“Fuck!”

He exclaimed under his breath. I chuckled through a closed mouth, scraping my spatula against the bottom of the plate.

“Was it close?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question?”

“That depends. Is the answer something I want to hear?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

The restaurant possessed an oddly tranquil atmosphere at this hour. The quiet chatter of voices resembled lovely white noise. I wished it would gently lull me to sleep. Even though a little frantic activity kept my mind sharp, I greatly valued quiet times like these. Unfortunately, my moment of peace was interrupted by Richie’s loud voice.

“Ok, but like, what does he got that I don’t?”

I managed to control the urge to roll my eyes. Instead, I opted to twist the knife.

“Well, he’s more attractive for starters.”

Nice. This sauce was coming together.

“Oh, come on, now you’re just bullshitting me.”

With a chuckle, he said.

“I’m a chef, Richie. I don’t bullshit.”

“What makes him more attractive?”

Jesus. After I answered his stupid question, I assumed the conversation would be over. I would not have humored him if I had known he was going to prolong my agony.

“He’s got nice arms, and nice hands, and nice eyes-”

Richie laughed. I grinned, pleased that I had irritated him. Call me rude, but Richie has been nothing but trouble for me since day one. And the fact that I was finally crawling under his skin made me internally satisfied. I was scratching an itch that had been bothering me for months.

“And, come on, have you seen his nose? I mean, it’s gorgeous. I’d totally sit on his face.”

Richie found that amusing, and we both laughed before being unexpectedly interrupted by Carmen.

I froze.

Jesus. I sure as hell hope he didn’t hear that last part.

He threw open the door to his office and sauntered confidently into the open kitchen, holding a clipboard and a pen in his large hands. I prayed his mind was truly focused on the inventory check and not our conversation.

Oh God, why did I say that? Now the only image clouding my brain was me, sitting atop his nose.

Shit!

Why did he have to look so fucking good all the time? Can’t he look bad for once in his life? It would sure help right about now as I was finding it increasingly difficult not to imagine myself cumming all over his beautiful face while he vigorously tongue fucked me.

Carmen slowly became aware of two sets of eyes boring into the side of his skull. He paused his scribbling to cast a glance in our direction. His beautiful blue eyes darted between us, meeting both of our gazes before tearing away to look at the other.

“Um- hi guys…”

He said hesitantly, seemingly unsure why we were both gaping at him as if he had just interrupted a serious confession. Richie bobbed his head.

“Cousin.”

I followed suit.

“Carmen.”

Carmen arched his brow and shifted his body so that his torso was facing us.

“Uh-are you guys alright?”

His gaze continued to dart back and forth between ours. Every time he captured my stare, my heart instinctively skipped a beat.

God, what kind of sick thoughts have I polluted my mind with?

“I’m great.”

Richie chimed in.

“I’m great as well. Uh-we were just talking about…”

Come on, think of a lie!

“...baseball.”

Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Thankfully, I was unable to blush as all the blood in my entire body had rushed to my core.

“Oh yeah, I was just tellin’ Y/N here about that cubs game last night.”

“Oh…”

Carmen’s voice trailed off into the tranquil air.

“Alright.”

His gaze landed on me, and he held it.

What’s he gonna say to me?

What’s he gonna say to me?

What’s he gonna say to me!

“Keep your eyes on that sauce, chef. Don’t let it burn.”

Right, of course.

“Right, of course. Sorry chef.”

Despite wanting to gawk at him a little longer, I tore my eyes away from him. He was most definitely suspicious, and the last thing I wanted was to make it worse.

“Richie, you can head out if ya’ want. We close in thirty minutes, and I don’t expect much more business.”

Shit.

I knew Richie would accept his offer. It wasn’t in his nature to deny going home early. So, with the exception of a few dishwashers, I'd be completely alone with Carmen.

Great, just great.

“You sure about that cousin?”

Oh my God.

Please stay.

Please stay.

Please stay.

I never imagined in a million years that I'd want to spend more time with Richie. But if he stayed, I would most likely avoid an awkward confrontation if Carmen had overheard me.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I think Y/N and I can hold down the fort.”

There was complete silence. I didn't turn around. I keep my gaze fixed on the sauce.

He most certainly overheard me.

Otherwise, why would he ask Richie to leave?

“Alright.”

No! My heart began to race. My hands began to shake.

Shit! I hadn't been paying attention. The sauce had begun to burn. The vile stench of burnt flour filled my nose. I cringed.

“Ah! Shit.”

I mumbled under my breath.

“Are you alright, chef?”

Do not stand next to me and breathe down my neck. That was the absolute last thing I needed right now.

He approached me, and his hot breath grazed my neck. Goosebumps rose along my skin.

Fuck.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just... accidentally burned the sauce.”

He glanced over my shoulder, his chin lightly brushing against my shoulder. My throat tightened.

“It’s alright. Don’t sweat it. Just throw it out and do it again.”

Fortunately, there wasn't much going on, or I'd be subjected to his piercing screams as he frantically bolted around the kitchen.

“Yes chef.”

I angled the skillet over the trash can, scraping every drop of burnt liquid into the trash.

“Good luck.”

Richie whispered when Carmen vanished from view. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I sighed in frustration.

“You’re the one that instigated that stupid conversation. I’m placing all the blame on you if he asks.”

Richie placed his hands on his hips. He was sickeningly arrogant. I just wanted to smack that stupid little smirk off his face.

“If he asks? You seriously think there's a possibility he didn’t hear nothin’?”

“Sh!”

I placed my finger over my lips.

“Why do you always have to talk so goddamn loud? He's out of sight, not out of earshot.”

“Sorry.”

Richie apologizes, his tone lacking sincerity. I didn't expect anything more.

“I sure as hell hope he didn’t hear anything.”

Richie noticed my tense posture and unconscious scraping of the empty pan. He chuckled.

“Relax honey-”

I glared at him. He cut himself off.

“Relax Y/N. He ain’t gonna fire you.”

I didn't respond. I returned the skillet to the stovetop and began remaking the sauce.

“But fine, if it puts you at ease, then blame me. He hates me anyway.”

"Thanks, Richie, you're a real doll.”

“You owe me one.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

Richie scoffed. But he was far too cheerful to be angry. The subtle frustration quickly faded and died.

“I hope to see ya’ tomorrow, Y/N.”

“The feeling is not mutual, Richie.”

Richie leaned against the counter, catching my attention. I mockingly scowled at him, over exaggerating my exasperation.

“How’d you get to be such a saint?”

He inquired. He placed a hand over his chest, as if moved by my insult.

“It’s a God given talent, Richie, something you wouldn’t know about.”

He recoiled, pretending to be hurt.

“I would be offended, but I’m the one that gets to go home while you gotta face my cousin.”

I quickly glanced to the left to ensure Carmen was still out of sight.

“Don’t rub it in.”

Richie chuckled.

“Alright, goodbye for real this time.”

I didn't respond. Carmen reappeared shortly after Richie had left. He stationed himself only two feet away from me.

Great.

Fabulous.

Were his hands shaking?

Was he blushing faintly?

Hell no. That’s all in my head.

It'd be in my best interests if I stopped staring at him. I reduced the heat, afraid that the sauce would burn a second time and make it obvious that I was distracted. Carmen took an onion from the plastic container and began chopping. His typically quick hands were moving at a glacial pace.

“How are you?”

He asked.

“I’m pretty good, and yourself?”

Carmen shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’m alright. Kinda expected today to be busier, y’know?”

I scraped the pan to ensure the sauce ingredients were thoroughly combined.

“I get it. I mean, it’s a Saturday. Where the fuck is everyone?”

Carmen laughed, but it sounded forced. He didn't seem particularly pleased, nor did he smile. I bit my tongue.

“We may try out to-go’s tomorrow. Y’know, just see if it works. Personally, I think we should get a handle on everything before we try out a completely new fuckin’ system, but Sydney is pushin’ me.”

He was rambling. Carmen was never this talkative.

“I think to-go’s might be a good idea.”

Carmen pursed his lips into a straight line.

“There’s potential for it to be successful. The downside is that it also has the potential to blow up right in our fuckin’ faces.”

I tucked a stray hair behind my ear and glanced at Carmen through my fingers. He kept chopping slowly, his biceps flexing as he pushed the blade through the vegetable. The knife was dull. Carmen could feel my gaze. He cast a glance at me. As our gazes locked, a surge of heat pulsed through me. I quickly dismissed it, returning my attention to the sauce. Which, if I may say so, was progressing quite nicely.

“So, what were you and Richie talking about?”

I gulped audibly. Oh God, here we go. It’s time to address the giant elephant in the room.

“I told you. We were talking about baseball.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

His jaw muscles pulsed as he clenched his teeth.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

He murmured. I wouldn't have heard his words had I not been paying attention. I scoffed loudly.

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“Cause…”

Carmen’s voice trailed off, his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped.

“Cause…”

He wasn’t cutting anymore. His grip on the knife became white knuckled. My playful smile dropped.

“Cause I heard you talking. The walls here are thin.”

Shit.

What should I do?

Apologize?

“I’m sorry Carmen.”

Carmen gritted his teeth, muscles bulging from his cheeks.

“Shit-I don't even know why I said it. I was just being stupid. I was just-,” I was rambling, “I was just making a joke-”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

I zipped my lips.

“Were you being serious?”

What?

He was mumbling.

I didn’t hear him correctly.

“Sorry, what?”

Carmen had a crimson face. He was unable to look at me. His empty eyes were fixed on the half-chopped onion resting on the cutting board.

“I-I asked if you were serious.

Was he seriously asking if I would be willing to sit on his face? I shrugged nonchalantly.

“I mean… kinda.”

Carmen’s bottom lip subtly quivered.

“Kinda?”

Oh my God.

He really was asking me if I’d be willing to sit on his face?

“Well, I mean. If you must know than yes. I was being serious.”

The air around us became tense as the silence lingered.

“Why?”

I asked, deducing that he most likely wasn’t asking me because he was simply curious.

“Cause, y’know, you could, if you wanted to.”

He turned to face me, a lustful undertone hidden behind his pupils.

“I mean- I’m not great at that kind of shit but- like- I wouldn’t mind giving it a try… Y’know, if you’d be up to it.”

It was my turn to blush. I mean, I’d definitely be up to it. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to sit on his face.

“Uh. Sure.”

My breath shuddered, and my words faltered as a result.

“Like, when?”

Carmen shrugged while flinging fictitious dust specks from the counter.

“I don’t know. Like, right now is good with me.”

Right now!

He wasn’t being serious.

“We can go to my office.”

Oh my God he was being serious. I gaped at him, wide eyed.

“Sure.”

I said hesitantly, still unsure that this was really happening. I was expecting him to laugh and say this was all a big joke.

Carmen nodded.

“Perfect. Um… I’ll be waiting.”

As he pushed past me and made his way to his office, his shoulder touched me. The feeling lingered. I stood still, in shock, gazing aimlessly at the plain wall.

What.

The.

Fuck.

-

I gently pushed the door open, peering into the dimly lit office. Carmen sat, the heel of his hand resting on his brow. I allowed myself to stare. He hadn't noticed my presence yet. My gaze was drawn to the veins protruding from his well-defined biceps. My eyes followed the threads downwards, halting when they landed on one of his numerous tattoos.

My breath hitched, a sudden wave of heat traveling to my core. I could feel wetness pooling between my thighs.

His palm was pressed against the crotch of his pants.

Shit.

He was cupping himself through his jeans.

“Hello.”

I said softly, opening the door slowly so as not to startle him. Carmen quickly redirected his attention towards me, resting both hands on the armrests.

“Hello.”

I closed the door gently behind me, trapping us. We were now cut off from the rest of the world, and the possibilities were limitless.

“Carmen if we stall any longer I’m gonna start having second thoughts.”

Carmen’s eyebrows shot upwards.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get this show on the road then.”

He stood, tugging subtly on his clothing in a futile attempt to hide his growing erection. Carmen lay flat on the floor, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

I couldn't help but laugh. I'll be honest: he looked a little ridiculous.

“What?”

I waved my hand through the air.

“Oh, nothing.”

Oh shit. I suppose it was my turn to get naked. I kicked off my shoes and shakily undid my jeans, pulling them down until they encircled my ankles.

“Just- if you want me to do something different then-then just tell me because I don’t think I’ll be able to talk because…”

His voice trailed off. I chuckled.

“Because I’ll be sitting on your face?”

I dragged my soaked panties down my legs, adding them to the messy pile of clothing.

“Y-Yeah, exactly.”

Carmen chuckled, but it was an extremely uneasy sound. He was clearly nervous. I couldn't fault him. My nerves were also quite prevalent.

The cool air brushed against my now bare legs, raising goosebumps along my skin. I sauntered over to Carmen, his wide eyes following my every move.

“Shit.”

He mumbled under his breath.

I straddled his waist, running my open palms along his torso, hoping to somewhat reassure him. The strong muscles in his stomach rippled. I bit back a moan as the dull pulsing of his abdomen had slightly stimulated my aching cunt.

“Just- whenever you're ready.”

I nodded, shuffling upwards until I was straddling his neck. Carmen stared at me. His blue eyes were soft and his plush lips were slightly parted. His cheeks encompassed a hint of blush.

“I’ve been ready for a while now.”

I said, staring down at him with a faint smile prevalent on my lips. Carmen swallowed.

“Me too.”

I ran my fingers through his greasy hair. Carmen groaned through a closed mouth as I raked my nails along his scalp.

I positioned myself above his face, admiring his lust blown pupils before sinking down atop his nose.

“Fuck.”

I murmured, my eyes instantly fluttering closed as the tip of his large nose brushed against my swollen clit. Carmen began to hesitantly lap at my velvety wetness, his calloused hands wrapping around my plush thighs to hold me in place.

“Jesus Carmy.”

It was one thing to fantasize about it. When I was in the situation and could indulge in every minute touch, it was a completely different experience.

Carmen began to gradually grow more confident. His tongue began to eagerly penetrate my wet folds. And he bobbed his head in such a way that his nose stimulated my swollen bundle of nerves.

I furrowed my brow in pleasure. The coil within my lower abdomen was tightening. At this point, any sense of unease had vanished.

His nose gave a particularly pleasant nudge to my clit. I convulsed, arching my back as my entire body tensed. My fingers tightened around the roots of his hair. Carmen moaned, the vibrations resonating within my stomach.

My head lulled forward. Carmen’s lively eyes met mine.

“My God Carmen. Your mouth is fucking immaculate.”

My voice was shaky. I couldn't muster a confident tone. He began to quicken his movements, his eagerness growing as a result of the praise.

Shit, he liked that.

“You’re so good Carmen, you make me feel so fucking good.”

I reached behind me. Carmen moaned loudly against my cunt as I tenderly cupped his rock hard erection through his jeans. Surprisingly, his movements didn’t falter. I maintained intense eye contact, preserving the link between our psyches.

“Does this turn you on baby? Does it turn you on when I sit on your pretty face?”

Carmen whimpered. I scoffed breathily, gently massaging his erection.

“Soon I’ll return the favor. I bet your cock would feel really good in my mouth.”

Carmen instintivley jerked his hips against my palm. My abdomen was now pulled tight. The pornographic sucking of his mouth agaisnt my clit was making my brain foggy.

“Fuck Carmy I’m gonna cum.”

I threw my head back, continuing to palm his clothed erection as Carmen erotically ate me out. Every precise movement of his tongue delving between my folds along with the manner in which his nose subtly grazed against my clit was sending me spiraling.

“I bet you’ll look really pretty with my cum all over your face.”

Carmen readjusted his face, his warm lips now wrapped around my clit. He gave a particularly hard suck, and with that, I released. I moaned loudly, praying to the universe that no one was lingering around after hours.

Not that I really cared. I was far too engrossed in the erotic sensation of my boss’s mouth to be thinking of anything beside my freight train of an orgasm that was sweeping throguh my body.

Carmen continued to gently eat me out as I came down. I removed my hand from his cock, refocusing my attention on him. He was lapping at my juices desperately, wanting to prolong this feeling for as long as possible.

When I assumed he was satisfied, I shifted my hips downwards until I was straddling his waist. My cheeks flushed hot as I took in the sight of my wetness completely coating his chin.

“Jesus Carmen. You look hot.”

He licked his lips, a faint smile playing on the corners of his mouth. I leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss. My taste coated my tongue almost instantly.

“Do you want me to put your cock in my mouth?”

I whispered seductively.

“Uh…”

I pulled back.

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.”

I said this with as much sympathy as I could muster.

“No-No, it’s not that I don’t want you to, it's just…”

I cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

Necessary?

I reached back. Perhaps a subtle touch will entice him to accept my offer.

I furrowed my brow in confusion.

He was soft.

Oh.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Did you cum in your pants?”

Carmen blushed.

“Y-yeah.”

His bottom lip trembled.

“Sorry.”

I smiled, placing my hands on either side of his head to gain the necessary leverage to press my lips against his.

“It’s alright.”

I mumbled reassuringly.

“I think that’s really fucking hot”

[yourlocaltreesimp]

*insert And Another One meme*

Can I. Request a yandere chain with a reader who gifts them flowers just because they can? Or like, them just subtly courting the chain for a change? (minus wind, who they just flat out spoils because he's babey even though he's a gremlin)

And when I say court, I mean like in ways that they're probably not familiar with? Like, the reader makes up a bs excuse about needing their help to see if they can still sing because then rusty, and then singing love songs to them but it's in a language they can't recognize?

Or like, doing tasks for them? Basically acts of service, since that's an old way of courting from my country that can be easily mistaken for them being helpful, but they're just generally more careful and going above and beyond what's asked for them?

- altumsomnum (forgot to add it in the other asks lmao)

Ofc, ofc I think I miss understood the prompt, but take this in case!

TW:ok well there’s some obsession and yandere as expected, blood mentione

Oh how the mighty fall

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’d recently found yourself in quite the predicament. Not necessarily a bad one… Just, odd. Long letters of prose and poetry sealed with royal blue wax from Warriors carefully dancing around his plans to stab the others and run off with you. Quiet afternoons curled up as Sky plays you music keeping you safe and distracted as the others slit the throat of the merchant that insulted you. Ranting to Four about whatever interest snagged your mind, he’d listen for hours at your every beck and call, no matter if the sentiment wasn’t returned. Strolling around villages with Time, knowing you’re safest at his side though you didn’t know how deep their feelings went, they’d do anything at your order. Twilight teaching you how to ride a horse, sharing what knowledge he knew you’d benefit from but also so you wouldn’t be near the fight. Fresh hot meals and deserts from Wild, with some added ingredients to let you sleep so they deal with business. Reading with Hyrule in a calm clearing, uninterrupted by the others but he knows the more time you spend together, the easier it’ll be when he steals you away. Sparring with Legend, finally free to move and fight as the others do as he gauges your strength to see how hard you can fight back.

You supposed the real question was why? You didn’t do anything odd or particularly of note. In comparison to the other options they had (there were none, as if anyone could pretend they held light to your sheer divinity) you felt dim by comparison. Sure, you wanted their affection (you already had them, so much blood has been spilled in your name, their reason for living is found within your company) but between yourself and the incarnation of a goddess fool to think she’s worthy of comparison you didn’t know what prompted their behaviour. It was only until you caught a passing conversation from a village girl to her friend that you realised your fatal mistake. This wasn’t Earth. Looking back on your behaviours you felt embarrassed. You’d spent hours reading and writing poetry with Warriors when you found his passion in it. You didn’t question the blush on his cheeks when you read his poetry on love- you knew he loved the romance novels. You asked Sky to play his harp when you were doing chores and even got in the habit of singing softly when you found yourself willing. You turned a blind eye to the look of sheer endearment and adoration when you looked up from whatever you busied yourself with. You’d listened to Four go on and on about the Minish after he found their numbers dwindled in the future. He’d cried, you held him, he went on and on about each and every tiny detail of his journey, pouring his heart out in a way that he was only ever used to doing when split. You welcomed him with open arms the next time he asked if you could talk. You ran whatever errands with Time that he asked, knowing his aversion to such large crowds with no company. You thought the silent agreement to stick with one another in busy cities was forged in the mistrust of the environment you found yourself surrounded with, not out of any further attraction. You entertained the idea of learning to ride a horse to get closer with the group, bridge the gap the lay between you. You didn’t catch Twilight as he noted how quickly you caught on, how easily you’d adapt to Ordon, especially with your compassion. You helped Wild with the cooking mainly because you wanted to be useful, but from what you’ve seen, he always managed to make simple tasks entertaining. He, meanwhile, was falling over himself at the fact that someone is willing to help him, let alone out of the goodness of their heart, let alone you who he’d lay down lives for. Reading with Rulie so you could learn a little more about their lives and culture as he saw you preparing to live out the rest of your days in the Hyrules. Asking Leg for help fighting because you knew he’d be the only one who wouldn’t hold back, while he enjoyed being closer with you, having the excuse to finally be near you without any glares. Looking back, you see why they acted as they did.

BONUS:

In long and short, the chain did a lot for you, for your affections. And it really began to bother you that they never accepted anything in return. They never took thanks, for it is what was ‘expected’ of courting, and yet you felt as if there was more to be done. And so, you decided on a plan. You’d simply have to be stubborn. It was rewarding to see blushes tinting their cheeks as they read the letters you’d written for them in turn. Watching their eyes light up as you goth them all jewellery, tokens that they treasured more than anything Hylia had given them. Finding excuses to take them all on dates and seeing their hearts squeeze.

[l0vem41l]

can you write like some cute head cannons for johnathan ohnn w like a short chubby female s/o like i can imagine him w someone like that !! it would be even cuter if they were like a artist or something <3

perfect.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, reader is an artist– specifically a visual artist becuz WOOO u be drawin babey!!! if u meant otherwise i am So Sorry, pre colider johnathan ohnn, terribly, horribly, and awfully sweet and cliche i Cannot Escape Myself 」

「 fem!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn

author's note: FIRST REQ OF THIS ACCOUNT YIPPEE!!! thank u 4 the req anon (´▽`ʃƪ) <3 hoping this is what u want! ALSO!!!! my first time writing specifically for a chubby reader insert so i hope i did ok! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) feedback appreciated if there is any u'd like 2 share :D

▸ short chubby girlf,,, ouuughhwhhe oh my goodness,,, johnathan thinks ur absolutely adorable there is No Doubt About It!!!!!

▸ you are just the loveliest thing he's ever seen– and he'll remind you everyday.

well. okay maybe not completely verbally. there's something about being in love that makes johnathan feel like a lovestruck teenager all over again– all of a sudden, he's stumbling over the half sentences falling out of his lips and getting all red in the face while he tries to verbalize how pretty you are

he'll shut his mouth. eventually.... give him a kiss to shut him up!! it'll work! until he ends up blabbering again cuz he wants another one and gets a bit nervous about that too

▸ okay, but he's not,,, all nerves. he's able to pull himself together to show how much he appreciates you. again, physically affectionate. i feel it in my soul that he is a sucker for physical affection. with you?? it's just amplified.

thinks your height is perfect,, burying your face in his chest while he holds you in his arms? chef's kiss. secretly hoping you don't hear how embarrassingly fast his heart is pounding.

ur chubby too?? that meanz there's more to love!!!! more to embrace!!! there are no downsides to you :]]

this is how he reminds you how perfect you are in his eyes– all through touch. always gentle, always sweet. his favourite thing is when your cheek is pressed up against his chest when you're cuddling and you look up at him. he feels his brain stop every single time, his gaze meeting your pretty eyes.

you murmur a quiet, "i love you" and it takes a moment for him to say it back– not because he doesn't want to, but because it's these moments where he realizes how much he lucked out to have someone like you

▸ ARTIST GIRLF??? even better. johnathan ohnn is a scientist, through and through... but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate art when he sees it!!

"it... it's fine if i look, right?" he asks, his hand hovering over your sketchbook, waiting for your permission.

this was the first time you had ever left your sketchbook face open around him. while you were off doing something else, he had been fighting the temptation to look through it. he did understand art was personal, and he's tryin' not to accidentally overstep anything

"i mean... sure?" you say with a little shrug. "i haven't really gotten to filling it up yet so it's a little bare an–"

you barely get the words out. he's picked it up, flipping through the pages like the secrets of the universe were hidden somewhere in between.

"hey that's pretty cool!" his eyes light up as he admires the things you've created. he'll gush over your work, tryin to talk with artistic terms.

he's out here like, "i like the use of complementary colours!"

"...i only used charcoal for that." HES TRYING. not hard enough tho cuz dawg cmon. /j maybe,,, you could teach him about art?? wink wink nudge nudge >:]

he's about to flip another page– but you place your hand atop his to stop him.

"there's nothing left to see so,, uhh– i'll just take that back now." you say awkwardly. he won't fight you about it. maybe frown a bit about it– maybe some art was more personal thank he thought.

def thinks abt what was on those other pages... there was almost 100% a drawing– he was halfway to flipping the page over, he definitely saw something.

▸ politeness of not crossing boundaries aside, unfortunately he's an idiot (SLASH JAY) and doesn't know the first rule of interacting with an artist.

dreaded from anyone else, usually, but... bearable when it was him requesting it. gives you plenty of time and room to say no.

"you should draw me!" ☝️🤓

this is how you find yourself over at his apartment. he's seated on a chair across from your own, trying to figure out how you want him to pose for this drawing.

"tilt your head towards me– no, wait, not like... hold on–" you stand up, making your way over to him.

"i'm literally doing everything you're telling me to do, i don't know what you want me to d..." he trails off as you gently grasp his chin.

you suppress a giggle, watching eyes widen slightly as a strangled noise coming from his parted lips but no words but certainly no complaints.

with a firm yet soft grip, you position his head slightly and let go with a smile. "perfect. you stay right there."

GOES STILL ASF THE ENTIRE TIME SO HE DOESNT F UP UR DRAWING PROCESS HWDJFHEWUIFH bros hardly breathing

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"you know," you comment, eyes focused on your sketchbook as your pencil works to draw him, "you've got a really interesting face."

the corners of his lips quirk up into a half-smile, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at your words. "thank you? y'know when you word it like that, it makes it sound like a skillfully veiled insult." johnathan quips. you're making him wonder if being considered "handsome by scientist standards" counts for anything in the eyes of an artist.

it earns a little laugh from you. "not what i meant."

your words immediately flood him with relief. you swear you hear him go "phew." what a dork.

"there's something about all your features," you continue, looking back up at him, "they just fit so perfectly on you. like everything was just meant to be there."

he falls silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. he wished he could work with words in the way you did.

"hey. look back up at me." you smile, holding up the paper and turning it for him to see.

"wow..." he reaches out, gently taking it from you. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again. "it's..."

"okay, hopefully?" you chime in, your hands clasped in your lap as you try your best not to anxiously fidget.

"perfect." he replies instead. "you're perfect– i mean, your work is obviously, yeah sure but you,,, you just–"

johnathan holds the paper in one hand, gesturing vaguely to you with the other. you giggle.

"well thank you."

he grins. "it was worth sitting here for like what? a few hours? man, it was hard trying to keep that position."

"johnny?"

"hm?..."

you laugh and he looks,,, confused. he awkwardly chuckles along with you.

"what? what's so funny?" he asks.

"i coulda worked without you posing like that. i've seen your face enough to work without a reference."

he watches as you flip back to the pages of the sketchbook he didn't see.

and it's him. whole pages,,, of drawing of him.

there's a glint of mischief in your eyes. "it was funny seeing you try to hold still for so long though."

▸ he finds something new to love about you every day. sometimes, he'll see all the things you do for him and try to measure up.

no matter what he does– and damn, will he do anything and everything for you– he can't help but feel like he's falling short. just a little.

after all, how do you love someone so perfect?

he certainly hasn't figured out. he could give you all the love in the universe, and he'd still think you still deserve more he's right

the night is quiet. you're on his couch, the shitty romcom you put on just to joke about with him no longer interesting either of you. your eyes are shut as he holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. his eyes are filled with adoration, looking at you, being all comfy and adorable in his arms.

johnathan leans down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.

"...what was that for?" you mumble sleepily.

"nothing." there's a pause for a moment, as he tries to find the right thing to tell you– the way to phrase what's been on his mind since forever– and just ends up sighing instead. no flowery language could convey it. maybe being straightforward could help.

"you're just... perfect. y'know that?"

— reblogs always appreciated!

[stvharrngton]

🚨 STEVE HEADCANNON NIGHT 🚨 code red!!!!!!!

Okay thinking about that post that’s like “season 4 Steve is very daddy, season 3 Steve is very subby” and think of it. Showing up unannounced to Scoops, dragging a surprised Steve by his silly little neck tie through the back doors and yelling at Robin “he’s taking his lunch!!” and you get that boy into a supply closet and his eyes are all blown out w lust and he’s like “baby not that I’m not overjoyed to see ya but what are you- oh” and you’re on your knees, palming him through those tight shorts, asking permission and his neck almost snaps from how fast he nods, and once you get him in your mouth he has to grab one hand on the shelf behind his head and the other clapped over his mouth

just imagining teasing him, pulling off with a wet pop and looking up through your lashes at this boy completely flushed and debauched like “Stevie if you’re going to keep moaning like a whore someone will hear you and I’m gonna have to stop 😔” and he’s all “fuck, shit, sweetheart, SORRY, I’ll be good, oh my g-” and when your mouth is on him again needless to say his moans do not get quieter!!

yeah babey 🥳

sub!steve is my shit but like. sub!steve and scoops steve all rolled into one? sign me the fuck up!!!!

and he’s just like. ‘oh, oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck’ as you pull his cock out and start working him slowly, hand squeezing at his tip as he twitches in your hand and then when you wrap your lips around him finally he’s moaning and whining so loud above you, his hand raking through his hair as his lips are parted and his chest is heaving and fuck he just looks so pretty but he’s being so loud. so you pull off him, your fingers still wrapped around his shaft as you tell him ‘ya gotta be quiet, stevie, don’t wanna be getting caught now do we?’ and you’re still jerking him off and squeezing at the base and he groans all low and raspy as he rambles ‘i’ll be good, baby, i promise, i’ll be quiet, shit, mmph, i’ll be good, i’ll be so good’

[crypticjackal13]

Sup!,

I loved your mayor x reader and your chubby S/O headcanon you did recently!

I was wondering if ya could do Mk,Mei,Redson,Macaque,and Monkey king with a YouTuber/streamer S/O head canons! ( fluff of course)

Basically their S/O tells funny stories on stream or streams/records themselves playing games and such

That’s it! Have a good day!

I'm so glad you enjoyed them! Writing for the mayor was much more fun than I thought it'd be!

Enjoy the Headcanons, this was super fun to do!

Traffic Light Trio and Shadowpeach (separately) x Streamer!GN!Reader Headcanons!(romantic, fluffy!)

Redson - doesn’t get the appeal or anything at first. They know what streaming is, they have watched streams before, but nothing’s really appealed to them. However they love your voice and just listening to you, so lately they’ve been tuning in while they work on projects when you’re unable to hang out with each other. They absolutely love when you tell stories about the two of you. Definitely becomes your top contributor—they donate money very often just so they can make it clear to chat that you are very much taken, no they’re not threatening anyone, why do you ask— anyways would 10000% be willing to join a stream and chat with you; they’re not really one for video games. If you’d like you can also do their makeup.

MK - your #1 fan!! If you have merch? He buys some. You’ve got tiers for donations? He’s gonna climb to the top. You need a moderator?! HE KICKS OUT THE CREEPS! No but anyways he’s super sweet and whenever he shows up in chat your viewers instantly call him out for being a simp a golden retriever boyfriend. He listens to your streams/videos while he does deliveries, since sometimes the drives get quiet or boring. Would totally play games with you on stream! 

Mei - YESS IT’S COLLAB TIME BABEY!! Her chat loves you, your chat loves her, and both audiences have bets and jokes about who’s gonna propose first. You two own each other’s merchandise. You guys also both have the perfect memes for every situation. She loves coming on your streams and videos one way or another, especially if you do her makeup/hair or she gets to do yours! Plays games, does motorcycle tricks, and vlogs! You two are probably the power couple of the internet. 100/10

SWK - oh, bro, he loves and hates this /hj. Definitely tunes in to watch and listen to you, but would probably freak out if you tried to get him to come on with you. Makes it clear he doesn’t want the chat to know exactly who he is or what he looks like, but he’s very okay with supporting you from the sidelines! He calls himself your #1 fan when he’s in chat, you only refer to him as your boyfriend to chat. Plays moderator for you every once in a while to get rid of the weirdos!

Macaque - soooo y’know how people react to hearing Corpse Husband’s voice for the first time? You manage to convince Mac to say hello to your chat and my god you’d never seen them go crazy like that before. He himself doesn’t mind talking to chat but he probably wouldn’t go on camera, at least not without his human disguise. He listens to your streams/videos whenever he’s traveling or having trouble sleeping. Definitely blushes whenever you talk about him and how great he is to chat.

[c-kiddo]

tmn are all nd: a bunch o headcanons

(a sequel to these trans headcanons lol)

(also, warning before that this post is about neurodivergency and mental illness, so various mental illnesses will be mentioned. i dont want to single any out here, but you should probably skip this if thats something thats upsetting 2 you)

(also also, this is a infodump and not super in-depth or articulate, so sorry if i worded things wrong because i don’t mean to lol im just bad at reading things on screens so it might get jumbled. . )

beau: she’s got adhd and will hyperfocus and work All night on her theories and notes. perhaps she has audhd, has low-ish empathy and doesnt know how to regulate volume or realise her tone is usually annoyed sounding ksjnjkfs :''') also she has depression n that combined with adhd made her especially impulsive and self destructive, but she’s working on it, getting better :’) also had problems with substance abuse but the cobalt soul (dairon specifically) helped her get out of that. has cptsd because of her upbringing and abuse from her dad 

fjord: he’s got adhd too, babey!!!! also he’s got tourettes and his most common tics are: clearing his throat, a small head tilt, raising his eyebrows and grinding his teeth. he's a bit (a lot) impulsive and him and beau cant be trusted alone together they will get distracted and into trouble

yasha: she's autistic!! mostly effected by th social aspect of it.. like, talking to people is hard and she doesn’t get jokes or sayings and its all just tiring. also has p bad social anxiety. also memory loss from trauma as per canon.. struggles with when she does start to remember things but luckily has a support system so she doesnt just run off on her own like before :')  she also tends to disappear off like that due to sensory overload and just being overwhelmed in general bc of autism

caleb: i mean, he’s autistic n its basically canon. he experiences psychosis and has ptsd n depression/anxiety that has come from his trauma. he already had OCD before trauma and his obsessions revolve around hurting others A Lot, especially with fire after his trauma.. he also has dermatillomania due to ocd and anxiety. also has some sort of disordered eating in a self-punishment way.. .

veth: she has autistic-girlie-who-was-diagnosed-as-an-adult swag .. . and then the substance addiction that often comes with that i guess :''') .. also think she has body dysmorphia of course, especially during her being Nott, and some lingering things after too.. she just struggles to perceive her body for a while.. yeza rly helps ground her back to herself tho so thats nice :' ) . also she ptsd from her own murder + drowning , as per canon

molly: has npd and also he has a traumatic brain injury caused by all the things going on in his brain when his souls leave and he dies and things.. so struggles sometimes to find the right words and with memory and with mood regulation. also experiences psychosis and just, in general, strange things going on in his brain.. . also he likes sounds and textures all the time but will sacrifice th sounds for hanging out with yasha because its 110% worth it to sit with her instead ;w; they sign to eachother sometimes and have a made up sort of language

jester: she's got adhd and it means she loves having 10 conversations at once and spinning around and telling you all about her fave romance novel at lightning speed. she stims like all the time with little objects and ribbons and bells. also accidentaly yells a lot sknfsk and same as molly, likes noise n things all the time, gets kinda anxious or sad without it.. ;-; oh jester,, filling up space with noise so she doesnt have to be in the quiet..im not sure if i have any more thoughts about her rn :o

caduceus: he’s autistic (so overwhelmed by noises and too much all the time, also his empathy is fluctuating and he's not sure how to perceive it.. its confusing, he can be very empathetic and then, sometimes he's just in focus-mode and totally doesnt get at all what the vibes th other person is putting out is).. he’s got (inattentive) adhd. also depersonalisation derealisation disorder. and experiences psychosis since it was triggered by being alone in the grove so long + consuming hallucinogens a lot. he tends to just deal with it and not to tell tmn though, even though most of the time there's some little whispery noise or a fuzzy shape around, he's not scared mostly, only when he's triggered by something... also bad anxiety sometimes that he doesnt know how to deal with so he usually casts calm emotions on himself to help, or the herbs he chews (or smokes) for his joint pain help it. and also, his eating is Disorded but doesn’t quite realise (denial, ignoring it perhaps) the eating habits he has aren’t healthy,... he's just. kinda messed up still from all that time alone.. he had his own odd sometimes nonsensical reasons behind ways he treated his body and some of them stuck. also omg this section is a mile long im sorry,  but also he has dyslexia and dyspraxia and dyscalculia . .. numbers and letters and walking without bumping into stuff is tricky. also thats why his fine motor skills for writing /drawing aren't so good like in canon :-3 

ok,. thee end. good night now u_u zz

[offmyfuxkingmind]

hermitcraft headcanons time babey!!

what if bdubs always sleeps not because he likes the sun - but because he's actually a phantom in human form? he doesn't want to hurt his friends, so he avoids nighttime and being in that cursed form as much as possible. it's not that he dislikes being a phantom, it comes with a lot of perks, but he dislikes haunting other players like some kind of vampire thirsty for blood.

and with no offence to tango, that guy has some absolutely stunning eyes that can make you dream of your childhood while hes suckling on some pig blood packs. freshly supplied from the server's butcher - a certain blue slime - because most hybrid blood tastes ickier than magma cream.

on topic, jevin has been awfully quiet ever since gem pointed out in the last server meeting that slimes and snails have more in common than being slimy - being intersex. now confused with this newly discovered interest in hybrid intimate parts, he goes around and asks everyone if they can show him their genitals. hm. you can guess yourself how that will end.

xisuma on the other hand is very very busy not only refining his skull base, but also making modifications to the one on his head. the voidwalker has been getting plagued with constant headaches from his newest frontal bone being screwed together incorrectly. and since not many people have knowledge on voidwalker anatomy, he tends to go to the one and only other one he knows of - etho, who gladly takes time to get the finicky metal bits to stick to bone without ruining that genuis head of their admin.

and oh dear joe, the guy who appears and disappears as they please in that moment. don't worry too much about what exactly they are. nobody knows. many suspect that underneath that well maintained skin hides nothing more than a swarm of stupid damselflies trying to impersonate a cat, which would explain an awful lot about joe. but as mentioned, nobody knows. cleo questions if joe themself even know what in the world they are.