#tiddy pang back at it again

[kristiliqua]

the real question here is do u think squids n octos would or wouldnt have a (mammalian) sighing reflex .?

[youraverageaemondsimp]

New Year, New beginnings // Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader // MODERN AU.

Summary: An invitation from your ex to a formal party at his house was a surprise, what you didn't expect was how things would escalate so quickly.

WARNINGS: minors do not interact. afab!reader, unprotected p in v sex, exes to lovers, oral m receiving, throat-fucking, rough sex(?), Aemond being desperate, masturbation, tiddy sucking, cumming inside, new years sex, making up, teasing, + not proofread, please lmk if I missed any!

WC: 2k

A/N: first fic of 2024! happy (late) new year everyone! wishing you a good year ahead!! <333 // divider creds: @cafekitsune

You and Aemond have broken up a few months ago, it was a decision you both had to make in order to continue on with your life, it was not toxic, just a mutual parting between two lovers on a common ground where they both understood each other.

But why do you still long for him? Frankly, you did not remember why you both had broken up because you had realised it was probably not that important, yet now, you know you cannot go back because both of you are in the process of moving on.

The invitation to a New years party from the targaryen was a surprise, it was a formal party where the rich gathered so why were you invited? Not to mention the invitation was from Aemond himself.

You had pondered on whether to attend or not, but it has been a few months since you last saw Aemond, it would be a nice change of pace to see him again, but you had to prepare yourself.

And there you were, standing in the middle of the party trying to look for Aemond which turns out to be a bad idea when you spot him with another woman, who had her hand on his arm, talking pretty closely. You felt a pang through your chest at that sight but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

Aemond seemed to have spotted you now, he seemed to be taken back by surprise before he ditched that woman next to him and rushed over to you, he seemed breathless when he began speaking. “I didn't expect you to turn up.” He told you, catching his breath.

“Well I had to come, I missed seeing you, Aemond.” You tell him honestly and smile up at him which makes him smile too, “You look so beautiful today.” He compliments you, his habit of taking your hand in his when he compliments bursts right through making him do it, his finger grazes over your empty ring finger, likely in thought that before you broke up, you had planned getting engaged.

The air is filled with tension when his eye doesn't leave the spot, and his grip slightly tightens on your hands, he gives them a light squeeze before letting go of them, and you clear your throat.

“You look quite handsome yourself, Aemond.” You tell him genuinely and he blushes slightly, looking down before looking back at you, “Thank you.” He replies and you grin at him.

“I was shocked to see the invitation you know, I thought I was getting put on trial when I saw the targtower stamp.” you joked which made him chuckle. “My apologies, but don't be surprised if you are put on trial because it is quite illegal to look extremely beautiful and desiring.” He replies back and you hit his arm playfully, “That's so cheesy Aemond! Did Aegon teach you this?” You ask, rolling your eyes at the way that stupid line caused you to blush, and Aemond nods, “Of course, only Aegon is capable of teaching a line that is highly cringe- though it made me feel warm inside when it was you who said it.” You tell him shyly and he smirks.

“Did it? Guess I still have it in me hm..” The way his voice became an octave lower and his hum made the air between you fill up with sexual tension. “I still feel the same about you.” You blurt out and he stares at you.

That's when your eyes widen in realisation at what you said and before you can backtrack, he grabs you by your arms and pulls you closer, adjusting himself to whisper in your ear, “To be quite honest, I feel the same.” His hot breath fans in your ear and you gasp, feeling it slightly tickle the side of your neck. He moves back with a smirk on your face and you stare at him dumbfoundedly, Aemond doesn't hesitate to grab you by your arm and take you away from the party, everyone minding their own business to even notice the absence of the second son, this allowed him to slip away with him unnoticed.

Well, until you caught the prying eyes of Aegon, who gave you a wink which made you blush in embarrassment and look away.

You knew Aemond was taking you, to his bedroom, which was located on the side of the entire mansion, his footsteps were hurried, he was practically trying to run for it. His patience keeps wearing thin as he is nearby his room, and the moment he enters it, he quickly shuts the door behind you and pins you to it.

“Can I?” His voice breaks as he tries to restrain himself from touching you in a way that makes you uncomfortable, you nod at him, indicating that you want this just as he does and he doesn't waste any time as his lips are already pressed against yours.

It started off slow at first, his hands holding your waist as he keeps you pinned to the door, the kiss turning more and more desperate as each moment passes on, you place your hand on his shoulder before sliding it up to his hair, you push yourself against him, deepening the kiss as your grip on his hair, he groans into the kiss which allows you to push your tongue into his mouth and further intensifying the kiss.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “I missed you.” He tells you and you smile at him, “I missed you too.” You are pulled into another passionate kiss before Aemond pulls you off the wall and throws you on the bed.

You watch as he unbuttons his suit and shit, leaving him in his pants, he pulls you to edge of the bed by your leg and you look up at him with wide eyes, he doesn't need to tell you anything, but the look in his eye, you understand what he wanted and you immediately begin to unbuckle his pants and pull them down.

You gently hold his cock before pumping it up and down, making it rise to full hardness, you always loved how pretty his dick looked, you stared into his eyes and licked the tip teasingly, making him gasp, you teased him more, swirling your tongue around his tip and sucking on it from time to time, your other hand moved to play with his balls, and you give them a squeeze.

“Fuckk, stop fucking teasing.” He groans, and you disobey his command, liking the reactions you're getting out of him, you continue to tease. Soon Aemond has had enough and grips your hair tightly and pushes you down causing you to take his entire cock into your mouth, leading you to gag on it.

He holds the sides of your head stable and begins fucking your mouth with no mercy, your hands rest on his hips, gripping them tightly as he abuses your mouth and throat, “Look at you, taking me so well, good girl.” He praises you which causes you to rub your thighs together, trying to ease the tension forming there.

His thrusts become sloppy, his hand quickly makes work of your dress, pulling it down to reveal your tits before he pulls you off his cock and pushes you onto the bed, he climbs atop you and pumps himself with his hand before he finishes with a loud groan on your chest, his cum pooling on your breasts and collarbone.

He watches the way you press your thighs together in arousal, squirming while trying to ease the itch in between them, he smirks before he parts your legs forcefully, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment at how wet you had become, soaking your panties. “Fuck you're so wet, all this for me hm?” His hum makes it worse.

“Touch yourself.” He commands you and you stare at him confused, “Did you not hear me? Touch. yourself.” His voice becomes stern and you immediately obey, pulling off your underwear along with your dress, leaving yourself fully naked, and spreading your legs wide, giving him the entire view. You press your fingers on your clit before rubbing slow circles onto it, he watches you with an intense gaze that makes you quiver beneath him. Aemond seemed as though he had two different personalities, he was extremely caring and sweet in your relationship but he had a rough side when it came to sex, and you loved and missed it so much.

You couldn't just find pleasure through your clit anymore and opted to push your finger inside your cunt, you gasped at the delicious stretch, almost forgetting that Aemond was there, he still hasn't moved from his spot nor did he stop staring at you, but his breathing did become heavier.

One finger wasn't enough, so you added another one and tried setting a pace that would be pleasurable, but knowing how Aemond's cock was only few inches away and the thought of having it in you made your pleasure feel as nothing, so you became desperate, gripping the bed sheet and bucking your hips up to meet your own pace.

Suddenly a hand pushes your hips down and another grips your wrist and makes you pull out of yourself, “Enough.” He gasps and you notice how his own hand was shaking while it was gripping your wrist, he brings it to his mouth before licking your fingers clean and then dropping it. You noticed how unbearably hard he had become and he was shaking from how hard he was holding himself back.

You spread your legs wider, “Fuck me, Aemond.”

Those words were enough to make him go feral, he grabs your hips roughly and positions himself, his tip prodding at your entrance, and before you know it, he shoves him inside you, the stretch causing you to cling on his shoulders and throw your head back.

He begins to move, thrusting in and out of you, his thrusts held an odd feeling of desperation, the way he grunted above you as his hair curtained your face, him biting his inner up with his eyes closed as he felt your walls gripping onto him, everything was so delicious, and soon you were lost in the pleasure yourself.

He knew all your weak spots, perfectly hitting the sweet point each and every time, drawing your orgasm near and near, you were so lost in the pleasure to barely hear the countdown everyone began chanting as the new year drew closer, just as your orgasm did.

Three

His lips descended on your breasts and began to suckle on your nipple, simultaneously cleaning up his spend which gathered there, while his thrusts became sloppy.

Two

The combined pleasure drew your orgasm near and near, and his hand immediately went down to your clit, rubbing fast circles onto it.

One

Your orgasm drew closer and closer and before you knew it, it hit you extremely hard.

Happy new year!

You came with a cry, and so did Aemond, the crowds loud cheering and the fireworks being sent off into the sky was tuned out by the ringing in your ear because of your pleasure being ripped through you.

Aemond groaned as he finished himself deep inside of you, and proceeded to ride his orgasm out, he kissed you one final time before plopping down next to you and began to catch his breath.

“Happy new year.” He tells you and you smile, wishing him back, “Happy new year, Aemond.”

“Will you be mine again? I promise this time we'll work everything out.” He asks and you chuckle, “Yes Aem, I wanted to ask you that too.” You tell him unashamedly and he gazes lovingly at you before kissing you.

“I love you so much, Y/N, I am so thankful for you.” He says softly, making you feel all warm inside.

“I love you too Aem, you mean so much to me.” You reply, and press a kiss to his forehead.

— !  ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

[italiansteebie]

Three's a Crowd (But who's complaining?)

Also on AO3

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Steve is struggling, he’s being dragged further into the depths of the lake and he can’t breathe. ‘I’m going to die,’ he thinks, and just as his eyes go dark around the corners, he’s pulled through the slimy portal of the upside down.

He kicks as he’s dragged against the rough ground, he can feel the debris cutting through his back and arms. He really wishes he’d kept his shirt on. 

He stops, and there’s a weird chittering noise surrounding him. He comes face to face with some sort of bat that makes its way to wrap it’s tail around Steve’s neck, cutting off his air supply once again.

He feels the bats attack his stomach, he keeps one hand grabbing desperately at the animal ‘Demon,’ he corrects sourly, that’s pulling on his neck, while trying to swat away the ones that are currently feasting on his flesh. 

He hears a thud behind his head, and air flows easily through his throat, followed by smacking sounds that stop the meal the bats were enjoying.

“You come here often, Pretty Boy?” A gruff voice says from behind him.

Mustering up his strength he turns and comes face to face with, “Billy.” He breathes, and for some reason, tears spring to his eyes. He doesn’t know why- Well that’s wrong. While BIlly was an asshole, he was Steve’s.

And Steve was his.

He feels a bit numb as he stands with the help of his so thought, dead, pseudo-boyfriend. Really, they weren’t ever official, just a few dates and late night sessions here and there. Accompanied by shared trauma of bad dads and broken families. 

There are two collective gasps that break the staring spell he and Billy seemed to be caught in. Instinctively he grabs Billy’s hand tightly, much like he used to do those late nights at the quarry when one of them couldn’t keep it together. 

“Billy Hargrove, man. I thought you were dead.” Eddie says dumbly, walking over to him, reaching for a fist bump. Billy smirks at this, “Hey, Eddie. Guess I just couldn’t stay away,” He purrs, and Eddie’s cheeks go red.

Nancy is the one to break up the reunion, saying they need to get a move on.

“Wait. You’re telling me there’s a way out of here?” Billy asks, and he gets 3 collective nods, while Eddie shrugs, “I dunno, man. This is my first time.”

The ladies lead the way while Steve, Eddie and BIlly walk behind them, bumping shoulders softly as they walk.

“So… How ya been?”

Billy turns his head, “Still as awkward as ever, hey, Munson?” and Steve is thoroughly confused by now. “How do you guys know each other?” He asks, and they both go a little red.

Billy clears his throat, “Well. Sometimes I couldn’t afford to pay for my weed… So I paid him back in… Other ways.” He says, winking at the long haired boy on the other side of Steve. Steve shakes his head.

“Are you telling me, that the weed I gave you a blowjob for… You gave Eddie blowjobs for?”

“Well, Prettyboy. In a way, yes. But he’s a little bit more experienced than you. Do the math.”

Steve stops abruptly as does Eddie, “Wait. You were. You and- King Steve?” Eddie asks, a certain surprised tone in  his voice. “Look at the hair, Munson. You can’t expect a straight man to look this good. Certainly not… Well. Nevermind.” He cuts himself off, and Billy looks at him, now stopped a few feet away. 

“You haven’t told anyone else, have you?”

“This isn’t the time or the place, Bills.” The old nickname slipping out on accident. It’s Eddie's turn to look confused now, “Well, I’m pretty sure we’re all very close to death, so like. Perfect timing to let out your deepest, darkest secrets.” He says.

Steve sighs, “I wasn’t born a boy, Eddie.” 

“Huh?”

“I’m…”

“He’s trans, Eddie. He’s got tiddies.” Billy huffs out, to which Steve gives him a pointed look. 

“Hm. Okay.” He responds. Billy and Steve share a loo, one that says, “Yeah, he’s cool.” and Eddie feels a surge of pride, and also a pang of jealousy at their silent conversation. He wants that, but with who, he doesn’t know. 

Nancy and Robin are a few yards away now, stopped, looking at them. “Congratulations, dingus! Now let's go. We gotta get out of here!” Robin shouts. It’s almost like their feet are stuck to the ground, but they will themselves to move anyways.

It’s a silent agreement that they’ll carry on the rest of the conversation later, about Steve, and also about the budding feelings between… All of them. 

They’ve made it out, and the tearful reunion has finished between everyone. It starts with Billy apologizing, sincerely. Sinclair. Lucas, the way I acted has no excuse. But I want you to know that I’m not actually like… That.” He says with disgust.

“My old man… He made me, and well. I just felt stuck. I never should’ve done that to you. Or you, Steve.”

A silent debate happens between the younger teens, and when all is forgiven, they are quickly reminded of Steve’s injuries. 

He was the last one out, and he’s still laying on the mattress breathing heavily, face scrunched up in pain. Everyone jumps into action. Eddie grabs paper towels and a bottle of vodka from the kitchen, and Billy sits with Steve holding his hand. Robin is there too, trying to help Eddie disinfect her best friend's wounds. 

“Okay, now Stevie. This is gonna hurt.” 

Eddie warns, as he tilts the bottle downwards and the clear liquor comes spilling out. His cries of pain catch the attention of the rugrats, who come over to inspect. Dustin notices there's a fear in his eyes that doesn't quite match the mood. He grazes over Steve abdomen and chest, and notices two faint scars running along the underside of Steve’s pecs. 

He goes to poke at them, “Watch it, Henderson.” Billy says sternly, pushing his hand away, and Dustin is confused. “What are those, Steve?” He asks, worried. 

Now that Eddies is finished cleaning, he helps Steve sit up, “Look. I’ll tell you like I told Bill-” He’s cut off by Robin.

“He used to have tits, now he doesn’t.”

“Robs?!” 

“Sorry, Steve. They’re cool, though.”

He looks around the room, seeing confused, yet understanding faces, “Wait. So..  How did you and Nancy… If you don’t…”

“If I don’t have a dick? Yeah, that was pretty awkward but… We figured it out.” 

He says winking, and the mentioned girl's face blushes bright red. He the younger teens’ faces scrunch up in disgust. 

The moment passes, and it’s daytime. Steve, draped over both Billy and Eddie, wakes up first. He pats the peaceful faces of his boys. He hauls himself off the floor, carefully stepping over the rest of the people who slept at Eddies. Which was all of them.

Steve rummages through Eddie’s kitchen, cheering when he finds a small box of pancake mix. He steals a pan, and begins cooking.

“What a house husband you are, Steve.” 

Robin says, effectively scaring the shit out of him, he turns, clutching his chest. “Jesus Rob. When are you going to learn not to sneak up on someone who just almost died?” He teases, and she rolls her eyes. 

Grabbing a pancake and shoving it in her mouth without any syrup or toppings she goes to sit at the small kitchen table.

“So. What’s up with you and Eddie, and Billy?” 

She hums with her mouth full, crumbs falling out.

Steve’s face twists up in disgust at his friend's bad manners, and he shrugs. “I honestly don’t know. I just. I feel better when I’m around them. Like I can be myself.”

“I think we completely agree, Prettyboy,” Billy’s voice sounds from behind him, turning he sees Billy and Eddie standing there.

“Why’d you leave, you were keeping me warm,” Eddie says dramatically, draping himself over Steve’s shoulders, planting a kiss on his cheek. Steve turns bright red, and Robin takes this as her que to get out of there. 

Her chair scrapes the floor and Billy wastes no time putting himself in it as soon as she gets up. Eddie pulls Steve out of his own chair, sits down and pulls Steve gently into his lap. 

“We gotta talk.” Eddie starts, and Steve taps his fingers nervously against the table. “I don’t quite know… I just, you guys feel right.” He tells them, and he feels Eddie nodding as his hair brushes Steve’s back. He shifts to face him, “You’d be okay… Dating me and Billy?” He asks timidly. 

Billy flashes a charming smile at both of them,”C’mon. Who wouldn’t wanna go out with all this,” He says gesturing to his body. Which, honestly, doesn't look that good after months of being in another dimension. 

Eddie chuckles, chest rumbling against Steve’s rib cage as he leans against him. “I would love to date both of you. If you’ll have me.” He says, polite as always. 

With that statement, Steve presses a kiss against his lips. 

With a sigh he says, “I’ve been wanting to do that since you threatened me with a broken bottle.” He sinks further into his boyfriend's chest. Billy’s face contorts, “I feel like I missed something. But that doesn’t matter, both of you get over here and gimme your lips.” He demands.

Scrambling up, Steve reaches him first, diving into a deep kiss, moaning as Billy’s strong hands make his way to his hair tugging on it gently. 

He feels Eddie press behind them and Steve moves his head down to Billy’s collar bones, pressing soft smooches there, as Billy and Eddie lock lips above him.

He feels secure. 

He feels loved.

But the moment is ruined by demon child Dustin screeching, “Don’t go in the kitchen!”

They pull away from each other, disappointed but hopeful for the future.

[kitsu-katsu]

It's missing Wilbur's characters hours

Of course c!Wilbur my one and only best guy ever and Ghostbur

But Phantombur!! Especially with the talk of origins coming back

Rustbur!

ARGbur!

Sky block Wilbur!

100pbur!

Hell, even the little one stream characters like tiptup, tiddy pang, danjer boy

I just love his storytelling and little characters be they incredibly complex or just little silly guys, I miss them so

And the talk of origins coming back confronted with the reality that if it does we're still probably not seeing Phantombur again, at least not much... I just miss those times when he made a fuck ton of characters on streams and videos and told little stories that unfurled with time

[kamisathoes]

THOMA + FIRST TIME

pairings: best friend ! thoma & virgin ! f ! reader

notes: modern au, college au, ayaka is also there, slight kujou sara & itto, implied mutual pining.

warnings: first time, thoma is literally perfect, making out, shy ! reader, little bit of tiddy sucking, slight consent / virginity kink, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, fingering, squirting.

word count: 3.1k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

this is so fucking cute. i think i fell in love with him again while writing his. proofread, but very poorly. as usual, let me know if there's any mistakes/ missing warnings!

thoma was always trying to get you to go out and meet new people, so tonight he had invited you to come and hang out with him and some of his own friends. you had known him since before either of you could read, his charming and extroverted nature contrasting your own shy, timid stature. although he never really minded that you usually preferred to keep to yourself, you were now in college and he wanted you to finally break out of your shell, respectfully of course. you trusted him enough to never push you further than you could handle, that's why you agreed to go out tonight.

"but, thoma," your voice weak as you stopped in your tracks as you approached the door of his friend's apartment. "what if they don't like me? what if-"

"how could anyone not like you ?!" thoma cut you off from your negative thoughts, his signature sunshine smile marginally easing your nerves. "you're kind, caring, funny, cute, smart. besides, there's only a few people here, okay? and if you really feel like you want to go home, no one will judge you. i'll walk you back, no questions asked." he stretched out his hand for you to take and led you towards the door. your face heated up slightly, silently processing how he had called you cute. of course, the two of you were nothing more than best friends, yet you still harbored some unwavering feelings for him. feelings you didn't think were reciprocated. little did you know...

"thoma !" the door burst open and a set of arms flung themselves around thoma's neck. faint jealousy panged in your chest, though was soothed by your best friend's hand never leaving your own. he hugged the girl back with his other arm before they broke apart. "you must be y/n! thoma talks a lot about you. i'm ayaka," she greets you with the same friendly grin, giving you a comforting squeeze before inviting the two of you inside.

ayaka introduced you to everyone else inside, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible. you got to know his friends as the night drew on, them treating you as though they had known you for eons rather than as the girl they had just met. while darkness fell outside, you found yourself sat on thoma's lap, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as the other nursed his beer. you yawned and leaned into him subconsciously. your tiredness didn't go unnoticed by ayaka, who had suggested you all play a game or something to keep everyone going. a couple of ideas were thrown around, each getting shut down by somebody else. "what about seven minutes in heaven?" the blue haired girl asked. everyone seemed to be in agreement, curious of how the game would fare.

you, however, were reluctant. you hadn't really had much experience with boys or even with parties, something you were regretting right now. still, you joined the others sitting in a circle on the shag rug on the floor. a large and muscular man, itto, was the first to spin, not giving anyone a moment to challenge him. the bottle neck faced a stern looking sara, who did not seem overly impressed with this situation. she complied nonetheless, the pair heading into a bathroom down the hallway. itto entered with a greedy smirk plastered on his face, but somehow sara had managed to turn the tables and have him looking like a lost puppy by the time they returned to the group. thoma was next to spin. secretly he hoped it would land on you, not that he'd admit it. your own internal panic was reaching its peak. either you would be left alone without your best friend by your side, or you would have to watch the man that you had a childish crush on spend time getting closer to another.

if there was a god, they listened. you sat in shock for a moment, staring at the bottle facing you. the two of you were ushered into the room, ayaka glad that her poorly thought out plan to get you to spend time alone had worked. the door locked from the outside and you found yourselves sat on the cool tile floor, just taking each other in for a moment. you were glad that if you had to be shut in here, it was with thoma and not someone who you had just met. the light was harsh, thoma admiring how you shone underneath it. the way it fell onto your head made it seem like a little halo. it made his heart jump, liquid courage making him realize that now was as good a time as ever to admit his feelings for you.

he turned to face you, cupping your cheek and focusing your attention on him. your eyes were sparkling and your features were dusted with a blush, thoma hoping it was due to the intimate touch. his eyes were trained on your mouth, thumb caressing your bottom lip. "may i ?" there was something more than platonic love in the way that he was studying your face so intently, like he wanted to commit every line to memory. your voice was lost, so all you could bring yourself to do was nod. he pressed his lips against yours and suddenly everyone else in the apartment was forgotten about. you could taste droplets of alcohol on his mouth, though the only thing he was intoxicated with in this moment was you. his hands moved to pull you onto his lap, allowing you to straddle him. the way you moved against one another said everything that neither of you could, admitting to the mutual feelings that had been stirring for all those years.

when he pulled back and spluttered, you were instantly thinking you had done something wrong. "d-darling, if you keep moving your hips like that we're gonna have a problem." oh. you hadn't noticed that you were subconsciously grinding against him as you made out, nor that he was getting rather worked up from it. the fact that your skirt had splayed out and that nothing but your clothed core was rubbing on him only made it worse. you tried to control it as he kissed you again, his hands even holding your hips in one place. his lips began to trail down you neck, finding the sweet spot that elicited a small moan from you.

"n-not here," you croaked out. after all, you were sat on the bathroom floor in the home of a girl you had just met.

"how about we head back to my place, hmm? we can just tell the others that you're getting tired, they'll be fine with it." thoma suggested. as you agreed, there was an on-cue knock on the door and the sound of a lock being lifted.

"time's up ! you can come out now,"

it didn't take too long to get back to thoma's apartment once you had excused yourselves from the party. his hand never left yours as you walked side by side. as infatuated as you were with the man next to you, you began to panic.

"t-thoma?" he looked at you lovingly. "when we get back... are we going too... umm..." embarrassment was evident in your tone. thoma glanced over at you, unable to help but chuckle at how cute you were being.

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to, princess."

"i want to," you were eager. it'd be a lie to say you'd never thought about doing this with him, but you never thought it would actually happen. however, you couldn't hold back the shyness and embarrassment as you told him "but i haven't done... that before,".

thoma was shocked to say the least. you'd been close with other guys before, so he had just assumed you had lost your virginity to one of them. his chest swelled with pride at the idea of being your first. he couldn't help the blood that rushed towards his crotch either.

"'s okay. if that's what you'd like, i'll treat you good. i promise."

he pulled the keys out of his back pocket and unlocked the door, gesturing for you to head inside first. although you had been here countless times before this felt different. you were in unfamiliar and uncharted territory, your pretty little mind drowning with a million thoughts. you didn't know what he was expecting you to do, so you just sort of stood there and waited for him to take the lead. a smile brighter than the sun graced his features - how lucky he was ! he turned to you and kissed you again, lips soft and sweet. thoma guided you backwards through the familiar house and to his bedroom. you sat on his bed as he stood between your legs, leaning down to hit resume on your make out session from ayaka's bathroom floor. his large hands trailed up your stomach, needy though not wanting to go too fast. his fingers found the hem of your shirt, slowly moving to pull it over your head.

you tried to hide your face in his neck. poor baby, you didn't need to be shy around him ! "you're so beautiful for me," his voice was comforting, the kind that made you want to curl up in his arms as he hummed you to sleep. he reattached his mouth to your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot and sucking. he wanted to make sure you were ready for him; no matter how long as he needed to take. his hands came up to your breasts, groping one in each. you moaned at the contact, your legs wrapping around him in order to pull him closer to you. he observed how sensitive your body was for him already, even without him having found his way to your heat ! you tried to rid him of his t-shirt but struggled, so he just pulled back from you to do it himself. "someone's eager, aren't you ? shh, i'm just teasing. why don't you lie down, let me take care of you,"

you did as he asked. he was back on top of you before you could so much as blink, his signature dog tags swinging above your face. his hands found their places back on your chest, one reaching around to unclasp your bra. you slid your arms out of the loops as he tugged it off of you, admiring how pretty your bare tits were for him. you felt your nipples stiffening at the cold air, a barely noticeable whine falling from your mouth. one of his large hands grabbed your right breast, gently kneading at the soft flesh. your other nipple was immediately encapsulated by his mouth, sucking and flicking the bud with his warm tongue. his knee rested between your thighs as he toyed with your chest, so you found yourself rutting against it and begging for more.

"please, thoma." you were embarrassed, your face hotter than a furnace. "want you to touch me,"

even though he considered teasing you, thoma remembered that tonight was about making you feel good. after all, you would remember the night that you lost your virginity forever, right ? his eyes remained trained on your own as his lips travelled down your stomach, stopping only above the hem of your skirt. "you still want this, right? it's okay if you don't, y/n." he was being uncharacteristically serious, yet the care in his voice only strengthened your desire for him. you felt so safe with him.

"please, i want it,"

thoma admired at how needy you looked. "alright but if you want me to stop at any time, just say so. i won't be mad, love."

he removed your skirt, kissing closer and closer to your core. he could see how wet you were already, juices seeping through the fabric. his lips pressed over your clothed clit, making you moan loudly. god, you sounded heavenly. he rid you of the barrier between you, hands then pushing apart you knees so he could take in the sight of you all spread for him.

"you're so pretty for me, princess." thoma wraps his hands around your thighs, bringing himself closed to your cunny. he lightly blows on your swollen bud, watching your writhe in pleasure despite the lack of stimulation. he places kitten licks to your clit, relishing in how truly sensitive you are. the man wants nothing more than to feel himself deep inside of you, though he would wait. not wanting for you to cum just yet, he hoists himself up to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his lips, whimpering at the lewdness. his fingers then move back down to your heat, eyes again asking for consent. you can barely string together a "please" as he gathers some of your slick and pushes his middle finger inside of you. your cushiony walls were so tight around him ! he allowed your body adjust before beginning to drag his finger in and out of you. though had occasionally played with yourself before, his fingers were so much longer than your own. thoma added in another, scissoring your virgin hole open. you whined in pain, so he slowed his movements. his thumb met your puffy clit again, hoping the pleasure would drown out the stretch. his plans seemed to work, as you began bucking your hips up against his hand, wordlessly asking for more. he curled his fingers inside of you, finding that rough patch that made you arch your back underneath him. your orgasm hit you hard. thoma watched as your lips parted to make way for a barrage of lewd sounds, eyes rolling back in your head. he kept fingering you as you rode out your high, walls squeezing around him while he praised you for looking so beautiful cumming on his hand.

"think you can handle another one, princess?" you nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than for your best friend to continue deflowering you. you stared at him as he slid out of the remainder of his clothes, hard length bobbing up against his stomach. your mouth hung open at the sight before you. it's not like your inexperienced self would know any better, but he was fairly large. he wasn't the thickest, though you knew it would still be a tight squeeze for your virgin hole. the length was above average and could easily hit every sensitive spot inside of you at once - oh, how were you going to fit him ?!

thoma dragged his hand along his cock, smearing his precum around him before he returned to your cunny. he swiped his fingers across your slit, checking again that you were wet enough to take him. once he was satisfied, he slid himself in between your folds to align himself, the head of him rubbing against your clit. you could feel as your hole contracted, needy to be filled up. his eyes never left your face. should they display too much discomfort for his liking, he'd instantly stop and check up on you. there remained as much of his focus as he could as his tip entered.

you felt like your whole body was on fire. "m-more," you spluttered, voice barely a whisper. he listened, pushing deeper into you. it took what felt like an age for him to bottom out, allowing you to get used to the length. you could feel all of him, including the throbbing vein that rested against your sweet spot. you clenched around him in a vice grip, keeping him in place.

"princess, you need to relax. i can't fucking move," his voice was like satin. thoma's hand lightly circled your sensitive bud, wanting nothing more than to ease the stretch. that was enough to make you gush around his cock, coming undone once again. thoma groaned at the feeling of you squeezing him. your walls fluttered around him as you began coming down from your second high.

"shit, baby. 's it too much? do you want me to stop?" you shook your head violently, though the man was not yet convinced. "words, please princess." he asked.

"keep going," was all you could manage. as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, thoma started to move. his hips slowly and gently drew back and forth, fucking you deeper into the mattress below. he knew he could cum soon himself - it wasn't his fault you felt so good ! with each thrust he was careful to avoid hitting too near to your clit with his pelvis, knowing you would be sensitive and not want to hurt you anymore than he could help. his hands reached for your thighs, repositioning the pair of you. he was stood at the foot of his bed as he placed your legs over his shoulders in order to sheath himself deeper inside of you. his pace was fast, yet remained ever so gentle. your hips were instinctively moving with him, meeting his thrusts. thoma couldn't help but smile as his heart swelled at how much you were enjoying yourself, blood rushing to his dick as he remembered that he was the only one to have ever seen you in such a lewd and vulnerable state. he was hitting that spot almost every time he plunged into you, leaving you a whining mess below him. your cunt began squeezing him again, a sign you were getting close. "so sensitive, aren't you. gonna cum again for me, princess?" his question was only met with the wet noises of him pistoning into you and the pleasure filled expression plastered onto your face. "go ahead, sweetheart."

his thrusts grew sporadic, trying to keep himself from spilling his seed into your womb. "c-can't," you cried, tears welling up behind your irises. "'s too much-"

thoma could tell by the way your arms were clinging to him that that wasn't really what you wanted. even in the short amount of time he'd been making love to you, he felt confident enough that he had become well acquainted with your body. "come on, princess. let go, i've got you."

his words were enough to make you cum for the final time that night. tears streamed down your cheeks as thoma pulled you closer to him. he didn't notice you were squirting until it coated his stomach and your thighs. your head lolled back onto his pillows, completely fucked out. he pulled out of you before cumming himself, releasing onto your lower stomach with a groan. he fell onto the bed next to you, catching his breath for a moment.

thoma placed kisses all over your face, praising you for what a good job you had done. you leaned into him, craving his touch. when you were ready, he'd clean you up. he'd give you a quick shower, paying attention to your tired state. the man would pretty much force you into one of his soft t-shirts, wrapping you in his arms as you fell asleep on top of him, only to follow shortly after.

[seiyasabi]

Bulls in the Bronx

(So…. long story short, I’m now a hucow simp. Thanks a lot @/biskywrites and @/dark-side-blog2 for making me this way (ﾉД`) lol, all jokes aside, I wanna suck some tiddy milk from a buff man ;)) Anyways, this is Yandere Hucow(Hubull?) Bokuto x Fem Reader ;0 This fic allows me to flex my farming knowledge lol, bc my grandparents owned ponies and dogs. 

TW: !Noncon!, !dubcon!, creampie!, he hits you twice!, somnophilia!, predator vs prey?, manipulation!, cumflation!, breeding kink!, size kink!, ur a farmhand!, lactation!, tiddie sucking!, Asshole farmer Ushi, etc.. 

Please don’t proceed if any of the above are triggering! Also, sorry if Bokuto is too OOC lol) 

“Bokuto got into the lackweed again,” You can’t suppress the laugh that explodes from your mouth. The idea of the biggest hucow (hubull??) on the ranch freaking out (again), because he’s now dripping milk is hilarious. 

“Where on Earth does he keep finding those damn weeds?” The other farmhand laughs as well, stooping down to fill two buckets with water. 

“I think those grass seeds were cross contaminated, the other hucows also started to lactate a lot more than usual. But, it’s kinda funny that our best breeder is dripping like a heifer,” Chuckling in acknowledgement, you can’t help but feel a pang of pity. Poor Bo, he’s probably really self conscious at the moment. 

“Maybe I should go check on him-” Your coworker almost drops the bucket she’s filling, looking up at you as if you just grew three heads. 

“Why would you do that? Did you forget that he’s going in rut soon?” Frowning, you glance down at the floor in mild shame. 

“Well, yes, but he isn’t supposed to start until next week! Plus, I’m not ovulating right now, so I won’t trigger him,” The other girl thinks for a moment, before nodding slowly. 

“I suppose it’d be fine. If anything, he may calm down if his favourite handler is there,” Nodding, you grab two buckets from the shelf beside you. Squatting down next to your coworker, you place a bucket underneath a faucet, turning the circular handle to the left. A gush of cool water rushes out, quickly filling the plastic pail. Quickly switching it out for the empty one, you wait a few more moments, before turning off the rushing water. Grabbing the handles of the buckets, you lift them whilst standing to your feet, using your legs instead of your back. 

Nodding towards the other girl, you bid her farewell. Turning on your heel, you tromp towards the bull pens. The large red barn is quite a far distance from the shed you were once in, causing you to break out in a light sweat. It doesn’t help that it’s mid spring, causing the farm to be quite warm. 

Setting the buckets down on the dirt ground, you wipe your brow with the back of your hand. Huffing out a deep breath, you quickly move the concrete slab keeping the barn closed away from the sliding door, before shoving it open. The sound of the cowbell on the red and white door handle on the inside clinks noisily, queuing a symphony of deep ‘moos.’ 

Picking up the buckets with bent knees, you hurry inside, relishing the feeling of the barn’s fans on your sweaty skin, “Hey guys, is the barn cool enough for you?” Grumbles and shifting of large bodies are all you get in response, causing you to laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gunning it for a certain grey haired bull’s stall, a bright smile makes its way onto your face, “Hey, Koutarou, how’re you feeling?” 

He’s currently laying on his bed of compact hay, tears sliding down his handsome face. His cute ears are droopy, his bell earring not jingling with life like normal. His tears drip between his septum piercing, and drop onto his well defined abdomen, “Not good, (Your Name).” 

With a small gasp, you set down the pails rather harshly, some of the cool liquid sloshing onto the wooden floor. Hurrying towards him, you sit on the prickly ‘mattress,’ “What’s wrong? I heard that you’re lac-” A small sob leaves his lips at your words, causing you to grab his hand reassuringly, “Are the other guys making fun of you? I can go yell at them if you’d like!” 

The buff bull-man sits up, one arm covering his chest self-consciously, “No! They’re not being mean,” He grips your hand almost to the point that it’s painful, “I-it’s just… my chest hurts, real bad.”

Nodding in understanding, you motion towards his covered pecs, “Let me see, Bubs. I’ll see what I can do.”

His face flushes bright red, “But it’s embarrassing!” You shush him sweetly, releasing his hand to coax his arm away from his chest. 

“It’s okay, I won’t make fun of you! I just wanna help you,” After a moment of hesitance, he obeys, revealing his swollen, red nipples. 

The area around his nipples is raised as well, showing just how much his milk is backed up. 

Eyes softening even more, you delicately rub both pecs, “You’re alright, Bubs. This happens to the cows sometimes when we don’t milk them as much as we need to. If you’d like, I can go find a pump!”

“No! I don’t wanna pump!” You jump slightly, and move away from him, only for his hands to trap your own to his chest. More tears gather in his eyes, as he becomes distraught, “I don’t want my milk to go to waste!” 

Taken aback, you nod, although you don’t understand his reasoning, “Kou, why’re you acting like this? You know we don’t get rid of milk, we sell your guys’ milk at the market.” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t want you to sell it. I want you to drink it,” The look of shock on your face is mistaken as disgust, causing him to cry even more, “Do you think I’m weird? Why do you look like that?” Seeing the bull act so sensitive is adorable, but you feel as though you have to comfort him.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m not weirded out, I’m just surprised. I’ll go get a bucket-”

“No bucket!” Sighing at his weird behaviour, you cock an eyebrow at him. 

“Then how am I supposed to collect it?” A big grin crosses his teary face. 

“Drink from me! I promise I’ll be good!” Shifting in discomfort, an anxious sweat starts to form on your brow. 

“Ahaha, that’s funny, Kou. You know I can’t do that,” More tears well up in his eyes, squeezing your heart painfully, “Don’t look at me like that, Bubs. I don’t think your owner would like me getting so close-” 

“I don’t mind,” Ushijima’s voice booms throughout the barn, scaring the living daylights out of you. Whipping your head around, you make eye contact with the large male, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, “As long as my star bull is happy, I’m happy.”

Kou releases your hands, only to grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “See! He doesn’t care! Please, (Nickname), please help me! My udders hurt so bad!” 

With Ushijima’s eyes on you, and Koutarou’s sad and pain filled face, you finally relent, “Okay, okay! Don’t freak out, Bubs, I’ll help. You just gotta let me go.” 

He releases you quickly, before shoving your head towards his chest. The jingling of his earring is heard, telling you that his ears are no longer pressed down on the top of his head. You hear heavy footsteps walk away from his stall, probably gathering the bulls to let them graze outside. 

You try to push away from where your head is being smushed, but the bull gives you no leeway, “Why aren’t you drinking?” The male practically whines, as you whack his shoulder lightly. 

“I’m being smothered in between your tiddies, Kou,” You chuckle in slight discomfort, but he finally allows you up. Moving towards his most swollen nipple (the left one), you pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, causing a small stream of milk to come streaming out. 

A small moan leaves the large man’s lips, as he shoves you once again face first into his chest, “Don’t tease, (Nickname), I feel like I’m dying!” A flash of empathy goes through your heart. 

Removing your hand from his nipple, you take a deep breath, and latch yourself onto him.Your chapstick covered lips are soft against his sensitive skin, causing him to keen. When you suckle, a tidal wave of milk bursts into your mouth. Luckily, it doesn’t taste very bad; his milk tastes like vanilla, causing you start to slurp it up like a babe. 

Your one hand kneads his other pec to soothe him, “Fu-fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” You don’t bother trying to say anything, instead, you just suck harder. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his tit that you’re currently nursing on, causing him to pump out more of his yummy milk. 

After a few long moments, you release his nipple. A drop of milk trickles down your chin, which the large bull laughs at. A thick finger wipes off the excess, pushing itself into your mouth. A tender look is in the grey haired man’s eyes, as he kisses your forehead. 

“Thank you, pretty girl. Can you do the other one, please?” Now that he’s no longer in a painfilled state, he’s back to his normal, boyish self. Nodding, you lick your lips, before latching on to his other nipple. He barely chokes back a moan, his hand gripping the back of your head. 

You suck as hard as you can without hurting him, pretending his nipple was a straw to a thick ass milkshake. Between your massaging and sucking, his teat no longer feels as painful as it once did. 

Pulling away, you give him a wry smile, “There, all better. Well, I should pour your water into your trough now,” Standing up with wobbly legs, you move towards the filled buckets. Picking them up one by one, you pour it in with unsteady hands. Why are you so shaky right now? “Well, I should get going now. I hope you feel better later,” You try to walk out of his stall, only to be yanked back into Bokuto’s lap. Both empty pails fall to the ground unceremoniously, clattering loudly through the empty barn. 

“Don’t leave me, Lovely, I need you,” His warm skin against yours feels nice, and you suddenly feel sleepy. 

“Kou, I’m tired. I think-I think I’m gonna take a nap,” He runs his fingers (through your hair/over your scalp), tantalising you into drifting off. 

“That’s alright, (Nickname), I’ll watch after you,” With a muffled ‘Mhm,’ you fall into a deep slumber. 

-

When you awoke, you woke to your body shaking. Brow furrowing, you blearily open your eyes, only to see a tuft of grey hair in between your bent, spread legs. 

His long tongue is currently fucking in and out of your dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit. 

“Ku-Kou? Wha-“ He looks up immediately, a look of shock on his strong features. 

“I-It’s Not what it looks like! I-I just wanted a taste!” You groggily push at his head, catching his ears slightly, causing a small jingling to sound throughout the empty barn. 

“You didn’t ask, why, why are you-“ He grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle with a slobbering kiss. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Let me make you feel good! You taste so good,” You yank your hand back, trying to kick off the hand that currently wrapped around your right thigh. 

“Get off of me! Bokuto, you-you’re doing this without my consent! I thought we were friends!” You shout, pushing at his face harshly. He grabs one of your hands, trying to kiss it, only for your other to clap him upside the face harshly, “Don’t! You’ve already done enough.” 

Kicking him away (even though he’s much larger and stronger than you, meaning he just moved away), you stand to your feet, pulling back up your halfway down jeans and panties. 

Snatching up the buckets previously discarded, you don’t even shoot the crying bull a glance, just turning on your heel, and stomping away. 

Tears of your own drip down your face, humiliation and betrayal weighing down your aching heart. 

Forcefully sliding open the barn doors, you run from it, catching the eye of a certain green haired farmer. 

It seems Bokuto fucked up. 

But that’s okay, when he goes into rut, there’ll be nothing keeping him from breeding you full of his massive calves. 

-

You avoided the bull barn like the plague for the next week. The hucows are very pleasant company. They treat you as if you’re their young, making you feel well loved. 

That is, until Hachi asked you why you’ve been avoiding Bokuto. She’d told you that he hasn’t acted the same, in fact, he’s acted depressed and withdrawn. 

Since then, you’ve stuck with aquatic life. The fish, swans, and ducks don’t give you that much trouble. 

But, when you come back from the pond and fish pools, the farm is ensued with panic. Apparently, Bokuto’s finally gone into rut. 

And, unfortunately for you, he’s on the prowl for you. 

So, when your coworker runs up to you, begging for you to calm him, you turn on your heel, and start walking back towards the pond. They can figure this out themselves, you’re not going to sacrifice yourself to someone who tried to take advantage of you. 

Sadly, that doesn’t work out. 

You’re immediately stopped by Ushijima, his broad form blocking you from advancing forward, “Where do you think you’re going?” His arms are crossed, an angry scowl on his usually handsome features. 

“I forgot something at the pond,” You lie, smoothly, “I’m going to go grab it real quick-” 

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” His strong voice booms, “What you’re going to do, is march yourself into the barn, and make my prized bull happy.” 

Your own scowl forms on your pretty face, “I will do nothing of the sort. Interspecies sex is illegal! You can fire me for all I care, I’m not going in there!” You try to move around his large form, only to be manhandled into a chokehold.

His left arm is wrapped around your neck, your back to his chest, and your face being held in a large hand, “Interspecies sex is legal when a human and hybrid are mates,” He hisses through gritted teeth, and you struggle in his hold, “If you don’t go in there, I’ll drag you in.” 

“Fuck you,” You spit, “I’ll fucking castrate you!” You kick backwards, landing a solid hit on the large man’s groin. With a loud yell, you’re let go, allowing you to run towards the farm’s parking area. Pulling your truck’s keys from your pocket, you haul ass, not bothering to look behind you. 

The barns and sheds fly past you, as you run through the open field leading to the car park. You suddenly hear loud footsteps follow after you, and you assume that it’s Ushijima, that is, until you hear them, “(Nickname)! (Nickname), where are you going? Why are you running away from me?” Bokuto’s voice rings out at top volume, hurting your ears. His voice a lot more gravely than before, and without looking at him, you know that he most likely looks crazed. 

You don’t respond, trying to pick up the pace. You click the unlock button one time, only unlocking the driver’s side door. Because you had a head start, you cleared the field in less than three seconds, allowing you to hop into your truck, and lock the doors. Shoving the key into the ignition, all whilst buckling your seatbelt, you press on the brake, and turn it, only to hear the spluttering of your failing ignition, “Come on! Don’t do this-” Bokuto slams into the driver’s side door at top speed, rocking your large vehicle harshly. His hands and face are pressed against the window, his expression looking like that of a kicked puppy. You then notice the fact that the buff male is completely naked, his impossibly large cock bobbing against his toned stomach. 

“Why are you trying to leave? I need you so badly, pretty-pretty. Why don’t you open the door, and we can figure this out? I promise I’ll make you feel good, after all, us bulls pride ourselves in taking care of our mates,” You cringe in disgust, not bothering to answer him. Instead, you continue to fiddle with your ignition, muttering expletives under your breath. His large hands start to beat on your driver-side window, trying to gain your attention, “(Nickname), come out already! Ushi already cut your fuel line, so you’re not going anywhere! Come on, I just wanna make you feel good-”

It was your turn to cut him off, “Shut up! We aren’t friends anymore, Bokuto, much less lovers! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’m sure many of the cows would love to help you through your rut, why can’t you just ask them?” Tears of frustration dot your eyelashes, as you pop open your glove box and search for your phone. Catching sight of the black cased (phone type), you snatch it from its confines with a loud ‘Aha,’ “Don’t make me call the Farmer’s Union, Bokuto. I’ll report you and Ushijima for-”

“You won’t! You love me too much!” His frantic words raise in volume, as he hit the glass even harder than before, “You wouldn’t put me down! Come on, (Nickname), why won’t you call me ‘Bubs’ anymore? I love you!” You swipe open your phone, and go to the contacts. Pulling up the Farmer’s Union phone number, you go to press ‘call,’ only for the shattering of glass to halt you. 

You scream in both fear and shock, throwing up your hands to protect your face. This, in turn, causes you to drop your phone. In this time, Bokuto is able to grab you by your arms, and drag you towards the broken window. Your seatbelt keeps you in place, causing him to pull you even harder, and making you scream in pain. 

You use your arm to whack his against the broken glass on your truck’s window area. He releases you in a moment of pain, allowing you to unbuckle yourself, and throw yourself to the passenger side. Once there, you unlock the door, and bolt towards the road. 

“(Your Name), come back here! Stop being so difficult!” You pay him no mind, a few meters away from the busy road. Noticing a car speeding towards the area you’re running to, you push yourself even harder, trying to throw yourself into the road. Unfortunately, you’re grabbed by two buff arms that encircle your waist. They use all of their strength to smash you into their chest from behind, knocking the air from your lungs, “Are you crazy? You could’ve been hurt!” You thrash and try to bite at him, causing Bokuto to backhand you across the face, “Now look what you made me do! If you’d been good, I wouldn’t have had to do that!”

To be completely honest, you’re in shock. Bokuto has never raised a hand at you, and that slap wasn’t a warning tap. No, that was him using a good majority of his strength, causing your cheek to throb painfully. 

You continue to thrash and curse after freezing for a moment, drawing the eyes of concerned coworkers, “Let go of me! What the fuck is wrong with you? Put me down!” You try to kick him in the junk, only to kick him on the inside of his thigh. In retaliation, he backhands you again, this time on the other cheek. Gasps and whispers are heard from those around you, drawing the large hucow’s eyes. 

“There’s nothing to see here, guys! Just my mate making a scene,” He shakes you a bit to shut you up, causing you to become disoriented. The farmhands and other hybrids look like they’re about to step in, only for Ushijima himself to show up. 

“What Bokuto said is correct,” His harsh gaze is on you, his hand gripping his dick, “She’s just making a scene. Let them through.”

They reluctantly go back to their business, as Koutarou guns it to the empty bull barn. Ushijima only watches as you’re dragged to the large building, as tears drip down your face in fear, and his fist at his side clenches in fury.

Stomping into the barn, Bokuto makes quick work of getting to his stall. Once inside, he tosses you on the hay mattress, and straddles your waist. With pawing hands, he rips your t-shirt and jeans off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear, along with your boots and socks. Yanking off your boots, be tossed them out of his ‘room,’ as you try to throw punches at his muscular chest. He grunts, but doesn’t stop. 

With beefy fingers, he yanks off your bra, ripping it in two. Your tits jiggle at his harsh movements, making him lick his lips in enjoyment. He then rips off your cotton panties, exposing your cunny to his hungry eyes. 

“You’re beautiful, pretty-pretty. I can’t wait to see you stuffed with my calves,” You shake your head no rapidly, pushing his hands away from where they rest on your hips. 

“No! Stop it, Bokuto! I thought we were friends!” He tightens his grip on your pelvis, forcing your legs open. 

“That’s Not my name, (Nickname), you know that. Now, you know that I’m way more than just your friend-I’m your mate, and you know that I’ll provide for you and our calves,” With grubby fingers, he rubs at your clit, trying to draw a good reaction from you.

You squirm in response, trying to wriggle out of his one handed grip. You shove at his chest, but he remains unmoved, choosing to press down harder than before, “Stop it! Let me go!” 

He inserts his middle finger into your moist cunny, forcing it in and out. You try to kick him in the head only for him to catch your leg with the hand that previously held your hip, “If you wanted me to eat you out that bad, you should’ve just said so, pretty girl,” Before you can refuse, he throws your legs over his shoulders, and dives in. 

His long tongue fucks in and out of your hole, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit. A loud whine escapes your throat before you can stop it, making you feel a wave of disgust for yourself. Bokuto shouldn’t be making you feel good, he’s assaulting you, after all. 

But, when his tongue brushed against your g-spot, you can’t help but convulse in pleasure. Thighs quaking, you try to stop yourself from cumming. 

“St-stop! I’m, I’m gonna-“ He stops before you can cum, instead, pushing your hips down to where his cock lays against his abs. Forcing the bulbous head against your tiny hole, he pushes harshly, trying to fuck into you like an animal, “No! No! You’re too big! You’re going to tear my-“ With one powerful thrust, he forces his way inside, and you can’t help but scream. 

Tears drip down your face at the feeling, your pussy feeling like it’s been ripped open. Bokuto grabs your head, and forces it against his chest, practically making you take one of his pink nipples into your mouth. You’re immediately met with the taste of his vanilla milk, drinking it up as the hucow starts to buck into you at a lightning fast pace. 

Your teeth bite down on his nipple, but instead of being angry, he just moans in lust, “Yes! Yes, pretty girl, you’re taking me so well!” 

His hand that isn’t cradling your head goes to your tummy, feeling his huge length moving underneath your skin. He presses down a bit, causing another wanton moan to leave to both of you. With this thought in mind, he picks up the pace, practically fucking you into unconsciousness. 

Eyes rolling back, your ruined cunny gushed pathetically, coating you and the bull with your juices, “(Nickname), you’re so pretty when you cum,” He continues his breakneck pace, getting close to orgasm himself, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, that you’ll be dripping with my fun for days! Your little womb will be bloated with my fertile cum!” 

You try to speak, but you can’t, just continuing to suck his yummy milk from his teat. Walls fluttering with another orgasm, you feel yourself clamping down on his enormous cock. 

With one last mighty thrust, he seats himself fully inside of you, cumming directly against your unprotected cervix. A muffled scream erupts from your chest, as you feel your womb expand with copious amounts of beeile cum. Releasing his nipple, you throw your head back, a loud cry echoes throughout the barn, as you squirt once more around his cock. 

Now completely filled to the brim, you pass out from the trauma. Entirely exhausted, Koutarou grins down at your bloated form. He rubs your tummy like a Buddha statue, kissing it tenderly. 

“You’ll be a good Mommy, I’m sure of it,” he then trails his hand up your abdomen, groping your right tit, “You’ll look so pretty all milky and filled with my calves.” 

The sound of a throat clearing gains Bokuto’s attention, as he practically throws his naked body over yours. A loud ‘moo’ of warning escapes his chest, even when he notices that the person is just Ushijima. 

“I see that she mates with you well,” His eyes trail over your sleeping face, not straying downwards, “I hope this means that you’ll enter more shows.” 

Bo smiles, “Yes. Now I need to show off, so my mate thinks I’m an eligible male.” 

Nodding, Ushijima turns on his heal, making his way to leave the barn, “I hope your children take after you in strength. (Your Name) is a lot prettier than you are, so maybe they’ll be pleasing to the eye as well.” 

Snorting, the grey haired man’s ears twitch, jingling throughout the room, “You bet she is. She’s perfect.” 

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (June 30/2021) - Lemon Tree Day

On the one-year anniversary of the first Lemon Tree burning, Ponk works on building a new one. He has a talk with Foolish, telling him the tale of the Lemon Tree, and of the man who started it all:

George.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Foolish

Wilbur Soot [1:18:20]

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- Ponk works on building his gigantic Lemon Tree at the top of Eret’s tower

- He runs out of logs and decides that Thiccatron must be made a sacrifice for more wood. He goes to Thiccatron and begins taking it down. Sam doesn’t live here anymore anyway

“A tree must go for a tree to rise.”

- Ponk continues to work on building the Lemon Tree

- Foolish logs on at Las Nevadas and Ponk meets with him at the Community House. He asks to walk and talk

Ponk: “A year ago today, Foolish...this land was changed forever. Do you know why, Foolish? Do you know why? A part of me was destroyed, Foolish! A part of me! A part of my soul! A part of the reason I stand here today, so strong, so sour, so bitter in this bitter world -- Foolish walk with me!”

“Last year, on this exact day, a terrible deed had happened to me, Foolish. And I have spent a year -- I’ve spent a year preparing for this day for when he comes on, he shall pay a price, Foolish. He shall pay a price. It is George! George. Do you know what he did? Do you know what he did? He started everything. He was the catalyst! He made Tommy into the man he is today. He made everyone start conflict in this world, Foolish. Everyone!”

Foolish: “So George is the reason this is a mess now?”

Ponk: “Yes.”

- They reach Punz’s yard and Ponk leads Foolish inside

Ponk: “Foolish, where this property stands, right here, on this very spot -- it wasn’t Punz’s house to begin with -- stood the very first Lemon Tree, Foolish. The very first. Right here! A year ago it stood, so proud, so beautiful, and then for it to be destroyed in front of my eyes! I was betrayed by one of my friends as well...”

“Foolish, it is gone. And this is why everything in this world never lasts. This is why I don’t have Netherite armor, ‘cause I know one day it will go away, just like -- just like everything! Just like my arm, Foolish! Just like my trust in this world.”

“BUT! I see a light, come. I see a light within you, Foolish. Someone I can trust. Someone...I see...a future in, Foolish. I’m not leading you to a trap!”

- Ponk pauses because his Emotional Piano Music has ended

Ponk: “Foolish, walk with me. I am a man -- I am a very petty man, I hold grudges, Foolish. I hold grudges, alright? But I have been preparing for this day to come.”

- They pause, discovering a witch’s totem -- a boat and some blocks in item frames -- embedded in the side of a wall

Ponk: “Foolish, the day has come, alright, Foolish?”

Foolish: “For?”

Ponk: “For me...to take back what is mine!”

Foolish: “What? Like, take someone else’s Lemon Tree?”

Ponk: “No! My arm! I want my arm back, Foolish!”

- In order to accomplish this, the two of them are going to play Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson and bamboozle Sam with social engineering

Foolish: “He likes prison.”

Ponk: “Yes, I heard about that. He also likes green people for some reason.”

Foolish: “Yeah, he likes it when there’s like a 1 in 5 survival rate as well.”

Ponk: “Really? That’s a bad survival rate -- but anyway, Foolish! Our time will come soon! I will tell you. We will social engineer Sam! For I have something precious of his that he would want back! And with that, we will break him! We will break his unbreakable will with the power -- eh?”

Foolish: “Listen, I’m all like Team Ponk here, but why do I wanna break Sam’s will?”

Ponk: “FOOLISH! WALK WITH ME! For you, Foolish -- yes -- for you, Foolish, I see good in you, Foolish! And you will help me on this mighty quest, for you are fundamentally good, are you not?”

Foolish: “I would say so.”

Ponk: “Yes, so you’ll help this poor samaritan walking around aimlessly with only one arm, Foolish! With only one arm!”

- They will get the arm back. In the meantime, Ponk has places to be. They say their farewells

Ponk: “Til we meet again, Foolish. Til we meet again.”

- Foolish returns to his summer home, reflecting on what Ponk said. Who was the first one to really cause grief, to start the chain of conflict? 

- He then returns to Las Nevadas

- Later, Sam logs on

Sam: Hello

Sam: “the evening shift” nice

Foolish: I’m glad you like it

Sam: Looks nice

Foolish: THANKS

Sam: Would be a shame if I creeper came to blow it up

- Sam starts placing down pieces of TNT and lighting them with Foolish scrambling to place down water

- He gifts Foolish several stacks of sand. Foolish is elated

Sam: Now I will go demolish more of your summer home later

Foolish: Noi no ono no nono

Sam: Where do you think all that sand came from?

- Sam blows up a Las Nevadas poster and they struggle to fix it

- Foolish takes Sam to the hotel and asks him about possibly adding an elevator. A 1x1 elevator would be easier, but Foolish wants an elevator big enough to have a cool battle scene in like with Captain America (3x3)

- Foolish dresses up as Captain America to get the gist

- Sam asks what Foolish thinks of all the builds in Las Nevadas (he built them)

- Foolish returns to placing sand

- Tiddy Pang joins the Dream SMP

- Tiddy Pang likes the picture of the cat he has in his hand. He has a soft side for his cat

[Tiddy Pang is the cooler Wilbur. Everyone is into Tiddy Pang, respectfully. Tip Tup, who was apparently a raccoon the whole time, is a rascal. Tiddy Pang is a sexy shirtless rapper who is never self-conscious about his body.]

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[thatmultifandomhoe]

Otherworldly Lovin’

Pairing: Alien Taehyung and Human Reader

Word Count: 6,319

Genre/Rating: NSFW - Alien AU - Friends to Lovers AU - Smut - PWP - Fluff - Rated R

Overview: Not only did he crash land into your yard, but he also crashed right into your heart...among other places.

Warning: oh boy. Alien sex - masturbation - tentacles - light bondage(?) - throat fucking - breast and nipple play - oral sex (fem and tentacle receiving) - Taehyung has the ability to extend his tongue - size kink - Taehyung can change his dick to any size - there’s slime from said tentacles - multiple orgasms - multiple penetration - breeding kink - cream pie - tiddie fucking(it’s a tentacle mushed between boobs having the time of its life if that counts?) - unrealistic sex - hentai, it’s basically hentai - swearing - dirty talk - maybe some sub (fem) and dom (Tae) undertones if you squint - cum play - talk of pregnancy.

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The breeze felt like chilly kisses along your skin during the late-night walk home. It had been fun to see your friends, but as the house party grew in numbers and space became limited, that was your cue to head out before there had been a visit from the men in blue to break it up.  It wasn’t Cara’s first time throwing a party that climbed into the triple digits, and despite being on a first name basis with law enforcement in regards to her wild parties, it wouldn’t be her last party.

Kicking at the gravel, you gathered up the hair off the back of your neck with both hands, leaning back your head to look up at the night sky while still walking. The stars were bright, brighter than diamonds, and not for the first time you found yourself grateful that you had made the decision to move to the outskirts of Arizona. Was it hot? Of course. Were people behind the wheel absolutely insane? Fuck yes. Was it risky living on your own, in the desert, in an area where crime was going up again? Extremely. Maybe it was childish and stupid, but between the sunsets and mother nature’s natural landscape, it was all worth it in your eyes.

By the time you reached the front door, you barely glanced at the ten-foot ditch that was only a few feet from the side of your house as you went inside. The ditch hadn’t always been there, and as you turned the three set of locks behind you, a cooling sensation wrapped around your calf to begin its ascent up your bare leg.

“How was the party?” it asked.

You raised an eyebrow, unphased with having a conversation with the green blob.

“Alright,” you said, holding out a hand for it to jump on to like it usually did. This time, it simply shook its little nub of a head. “I mean, it was nice to hang out with her and have a few drinks, but her house filled up fast.”

“And it’s not good for humans to be surrounded by so many people?”

The corner of your mouth lifted as you walked to the kitchen, feeling him climb up to your knee this time. “I mean, it can be dangerous when there are over a hundred people partying in a small house while intoxicated, a lot of people don’t care though.”

“But you care.”

“I do.”

Opening the cabinet, you pulled out a glass and went to the water cooler to fill it up, dropping in a few ice cubes for that extra chill, trying not to think about how cooling and enticing it felt to have the little alien crawling up your bare leg, nearly reaching your thigh. He was a slow mover but he got around.

It was this little green blob, no taller than a hand, who had been the one to create that lovely ditch in your yard, and had succeeded in scaring the absolute shit out of you at four in the morning when it happened. The last thing you ever expected in the world was for aliens to be real – yes, you had been one of the many who was a non-believer – but Taehyung had been the one to convert you quite quickly.

“You don’t look like an alien,” you said, watching as the green, see-through blob slid around on the kitchen table.

“And what does an alien look like?” it asked.

“A crap ton taller,” you immediately answered, rubbing your eyes to try and see just how it was able to talk, let alone have a voice. You could see the wooden chair that was behind it, and there was nothing inside of it. It was just a blob about the size of a softball, from space.

Apparently, that offended the creature, as it suddenly formed two small nubs – what you assumed to be arms, which were promptly placed on its side - and a nub on top for its head. “Excuse me, I don’t know what it’s like here, but where I come from, it’s extremely rude to point out someone’s size. And I’ll have you know; On my home planet I am quite larger than this.”

You blinked.

Maybe it was because you were still wondering if you were insane to be talking to a green blob claiming to be an alien, but a sudden pang went through your chest at having hurt the little guy. Sighing, your footsteps papped against the tile floor as you pulled out one of the chairs at the table to sit down.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, leaning your cheek in the palm of your left hand to look at it. “You’re right, it was rude of me. Let’s start over. What’s your name?”

It stared up at you. At least, you assumed it was as it turned its body to face you. For a moment, the green blob stood there until finally taking a few steps towards you.

“Taehyung.”

These last few months had been an unforgettable experience, but it would be a lie to say that it hadn’t made life more interesting. The ship he had been flying in was a small metal contraption that could have easily been mistaken as a toy drone. At his request, you had brought it in the house that next morning, and after inspecting it, Taehyung announced it to be completely damaged, but not unfixable. Since then, there had been several times where you stumbled upon him trying to form the arms that he needed to try to patch it up himself, but the crash had forced him into his smaller form for protection, and made it impossible to expand himself the way he needed to.

Only a few days into his stay, you learned that his people – the Flubbers – were similar to that in regards to human height and features. Unlike measly humans, they were able to turn their bodies into this green blob at will, but mostly it was used as a defensive measure to protect themselves or when they were traveling in their small ships. As a result of the crash, Taehyung had trouble returning back to his regular form and with nowhere else to go, he became your new roommate.

But as he began to crawl underneath the fabric of your shorts, the coolness of his body was enticing in more ways than one. Your breath turned shaky as you hurried to reach down and remove him from your thigh.

“How was your night?” You suddenly asked, not wanting him to question why you removed him.

He tilted his body, but settled down in your palms. “I watched more of those shows on your Netflix account.”

“Which ones?”

“Black Butler.”

You gasped, narrowing your eyes at him as you carried him back to your room. “Come on, we were supposed to finish that together.”

“But you were gone, and I wanted to watch it,” Taehyung only remained still for a few more seconds before stretching out himself to begin crawling up your arm.

It was perhaps the weirdest sensation in the world, but it reminded you of the end result of making slime when you were back in college and your roommates dragged you out to the craft events put on by campus. Taehyung was sturdier, more solid, and less gooey. Okay, he wasn’t gooey at all. But as he crawled his way around your arm and shoulder, you were suddenly awfully aware of the fact that you were only wearing a skimpy black tank top with spaghetti straps, allowing him to feel every inch and curve of your body and soak in your body heat. He was naturally cool but he usually warmed up after crawling on your arm for a while.

The fact that he was crawling up to you wasn’t unusual. Tonight however, it was like he was attached to your body and trying to feel every single part of you.

“That’s not nice,” you murmured, shakily inhaling as he slid a tendril-like arm across your neck, his body slinking across your chest. You kicked off your shoes and glanced at your reflection in the full-length mirror. Cheeks flushed, throat bobbing as you swallowed, and you could see that he was forming another limb, stretching it out to wrap around your bicep.

“You said I could watch whatever I wanted. And I wanted to watch Black Butler.” Taehyung said.

In the mirror, you could see his small head glance down, his body suddenly pausing at the discovery that there was something underneath your shirt. He was an alien. Since his arrival, you made sure to get dressed in the bathroom so that he didn’t see certain things.

In addition to that, you hadn’t been entirely sure if he slept or not, so you had created a small bed for him on the floor of your bedroom out of a box you had and thrown in a bunch of soft towels to make it comfortable for him. He seemed to enjoy it since he slid to his bed every night, even tucking himself underneath some of the towels. So not only had you been sharing a room with an alien, but these last few months had been incredibly, touch starving, especially since you were single. It wasn’t like you could suddenly make yourself feel good when Taehyung was right there and would probably ask what you were doing and why.

And now…now you were feeling incredibly horny.

You watched him create another limb, only to close your eyes to feel it softly slide down your sternum, heart racing as it followed the curve of your breast, your pussy clenching around nothing. A second – or was it a third? Maybe a fourth? - limb slipped underneath the shirt to encircle your other breast, but this one was more curious, feeling the size and tightening around the boob when it suddenly ran over your nipple. You stumbled back against the foot-board of the bed until you sat on it, accidentally pressing yourself against the frame and hitting your clit, resulting in an audible gasp.

His limbs suddenly retracted at the sound and before you could stop yourself, you whined at the loss of them only to realize what you had done. He was an alien. You were a human.

“Did I hurt you?” Taehyung asked.

You shook your head, opening your eyes to remove him from where he had wrapped himself around your neck and set him on the bed. Not once did you glance at the mirror, already knowing how flustered you looked. “No, I’m fine.”

“Then what was that sound?”

Damn him for being so curious. “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go to bed? I’m going to get dressed.”

Before he could ask another question, you grabbed the spare bed and hurried to the bathroom, taking several deep breaths when certain that you were, in-fact, alone. Not once during these last few months had he touched you like that, and now that he had, you found yourself craving more. It reminded you too much of those hentai videos you occasional stumbled upon while on the hub, and as you hurriedly kicked off your shorts to slip your own hand underneath your panties, you softly moaned when you felt how wet your panties were.

He had created those limbs like it was nothing. Easily curling and wrapping himself around you like second nature, and as you ran your own finger over your clit to take care of yourself, you couldn’t help but imagine what he would have done had you let him crawl up your shorts like he had started to do. Taehyung typically kept himself in the shape of a blob, but you were certain that he would have no issue in filling you up completely.

You pressed yourself further against the wall, another soft moan escaping you. Eyes closed, you were so focused on getting off, that you missed how underneath the doorway, a flat green blob slid its way underneath the door. A limb shaped itself, watching your general direction like it was absorbing your reactions, only to disappear the same way it came when you were satisfied.

A few nights later, you sighed as you shifted under the blankets once again. The fan had done its job and made the bedroom chilly, but you still couldn’t fall asleep. You tried warm milk, listening to instrumental music, counting sheep. Nothing seemed to work.

“You’re not sleeping?” Taehyung asked.

You glanced at the box on the floor, seeing his towels shift as he moved around. He hadn’t spoken about what happened the other night and neither had you, and for that, you were grateful. He was a friend. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the only friendship he had while he stayed until his ship was fixed.

“Just having a hard time,” you softly answered.

He was quiet for a moment. “Would you like to talk about it?”

A soft chuckle slipped out of your lips and you rolled over, holding a hand out over the edge. In seconds he was wrapping himself around the limb and crawling on to the empty space next to you.

“Do you miss it?” You asked, slipping an arm underneath your head. “Your home? Your friends and family must miss you a lot.”

“Parts of it,” Taehyung admitted. For being a small green blob – or a small green Flubber – he had a deep baritone voice, and when he spoke softly, there was a calming effect that washed over you. It was the type of voice that not only promised protection, but had the power to be absolutely sinful. “There’s my family and friends that I do miss, but it was a strict place. We’re not a species that was intended to survive you see. A long time ago, the very first of my kind had been created here on your planet by someone…a doctor Jacob, Philip, or Robin, someone at least made a mistake, and from that the first Flubber was born. Over the decades we’ve evolved and managed to repopulate ourselves, but even I can’t remember how we managed to leave this planet and end up on our own. Some poor Flubber had probably been somewhere he shouldn’t have been.”

He shifted and for some reason, if he had facial features right at that moment, you could imagine him lifting an eyebrow with the smallest of smirks. “That’s why our society is strict. We were a mistake yes, but we quite like being alive and would rather keep it that way Flubbers are expected to do as they’re told and I wanted to explore. To see other worlds and galaxies. Granted, crash landing in your back yard was not at all part of the plan, or ruining my ship, but things have had an unexpected way of working out. After all, I did go off in search of the unexpected.”

Gently smiling at him, you nodded in agreement, wetting your lips. “Do you think you’ll go back? Once you fix your ship and explore for a while?”

“Good question. Maybe. I’m not entirely sure. The human race is, well…you people are certainly the most complex creatures I have ever met. I could spend a century here and still be trying to understand everything.”

You rolled on to your back with a laugh, feeling him slide his way up onto your stomach, the sensation sending shivers running through your body since the night shirt rose up at some point. Glancing down, Taehyung stretched a limb out, running it along your waist.

“Humans are very complex,” Taehyung repeated, his voice turning husky as if this was affecting him as well. “Complex, but perhaps, the most fascinating of all creatures to exist.”

No words came from you. Once again, your breath was stuck as he extended his other limb and you watched it crawl its way underneath the shirt, this time rubbing itself right over the nipple. Like he had memorized your reaction to it last time. You shakily gasped again, but you didn’t stop him. You could barely think, unable to look away as his body shifted, expanding itself to a larger version of himself.

“I’ve been practicing to regain my normal form,” he said. “It’s been hard, but I believe I can finally go back and stay in it permanently again.”

The two short nubs he had for legs elongated and thickened with his body. No longer was he a small blob, but he was taking on a new shape. One that was leaner, taller than you, and for the first time, he was gaining features that individualized him. The more he changed, the less green and see through he was. Instead, it turned into a very dark green tint on sun kissed skin, with dark brown eyes delicately painted with streaks of green. Looking down at you - like you imagined - a smirk had found its way home on his face while at the same time, a thumb harshly squeezed and rubbed against your nipple again. You moaned and leaned back into the pillow, wanting him, wanting more.

“Like I said before, us Flubbers are very similar to you humans, only we have…something extra.”

“And what’s that?” You forced out; eyes closed as another moan slipped out when his hands grabbed both breasts. He didn’t need to answer though, because as he played with your chest, something wrapped around your leg. It was similar to his limbs that he normally curled along your body, just as cool and thick to the touch. The thing making its way up your thigh was nearly forgotten about when Taehyung suddenly yanked off the shirt you were wearing, not wasting a second to kiss and suck at your breasts.

Chest heaving, it was impossible to think straight. Parts of your body had chills running across them while others felt hotter than the desert. He wasn’t letting up. Once satisfied, Taehyung gave his complete attention to the other, determined to leave behind a purple and wet path of where he had been. Every now and then there was sharp pain, but he was quick to quiet your whimpers by running his tongue over the marks and leaving a sweet kiss. The thing that had been crawling along your leg was at mid-thigh when it tightened, drawing your attention to its existence when suddenly, something else was sliding inside of your shorts.

Your eyes immediately opened and when you looked down, common sense went out the window as you swallowed the saliva building up in your mouth, pussy clenching. The limbs that you were used to seeing were back. One was coming out of the middle of Taehyung’s back, another appeared to be coming from his side, and as you watched, two more were forming and extending themselves. Unlike the rest of his form, they were completely green, nearly see through.

“We call them Extenders,” Taehyung murmured as he left thick kisses on your skin. “Extra limbs to help carry items and with everyday tasks.”

He lifted his head, eyes searching yours as his eyebrow quirked at you. “But I believe the term that you’re more with, is, tentacles.”

Oh. Oh, you were absolutely fucked.

A soft whimper slipped out when the tentacle that had been sneaking its way underneath your shorts purposely rubbed hard over your underwear. Taehyung must have heard it because his grin widened, and his Extenders were moving your legs to cage him against you.

“Usually I’m not like this,” he continued. “I think my body is still adjusting to this planet but thinks I’m back home. During this time of year, this is normally our season when we mate. That’s something you humans don’t have here, do you?”

Despite how much you wanted the tentacle to slip underneath the underwear, it stayed right where it was, content with teasing you. “We do that whenever we want,” you finally answered. Your gaze met Taehyung’s just in time to see his eyes light up in curiosity.

“Really?”

An ache was growing the longer you remained empty, and if the Extender underneath your shorts continued rubbing the way it was, you weren’t going to be lasting much longer. So, without caring about the consequences, you cupped Taehyung’s face and kissed him deeply. The sudden action allowed the tentacles around your legs to loosen just enough for you to wrap them around his hips, pulling him closer to you. Something thick pressed against your pussy, much larger than the other Extenders growing out of him, made both of you groan at the sudden pressure.

“Mate me,” you breathed out in-between kisses. His form was solid like a human, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through the locks. “Please Taehyung, please mate with me. I’m begging you.”

For a moment, Taehyung just stared down at you. Even the tentacles that had been sliding along your body paused at your words. It only lasted for that one moment. The corner of his lips curled upwards and the green streaks in his eyes darkened before he kissed you again, pressing himself completely against you.

Taehyung’s normal form may have appeared human, and besides the tentacles that moved on their own and were currently crawling their way up your sides and arms, it seemed that he was able to extend not just them, but every part of his body. The kiss was a frenzy from the start, and when the tentacle finally slipped underneath the underwear like you wanted and began to rub your clit earnestly, butterflies swarmed as your lower belly tightened, the orgasm that had been building was now forced from you.

He abruptly broke the kiss and pushed himself up, his hungry gaze running down the length of your body as you gasped in the fresh air. There was no break for you because he ripped away the remaining clothing and threw your legs over his shoulder to lick at your pussy. You lost track of how many tentacles were wrapping along your body, barely noticing that it wasn’t Taehyung holding you open as he ate like a starved man. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes from over-stimulation, but when he suckled at your clit and something long entered your pussy, you cried out in pleasure at finally being filled. It was different from the tentacles caressing your body, more tapered and thinner, and when your walls squeezed around it, Taehyung groaned and every vibration sent your nerves into overdrive.

Glancing down at him, you realized that what was inside you was not another tentacle. There were two green Extenders holding your legs in place, and one currently held your wrists together bound above your head as numbers four and five slid along your body. One of them curled around your chest, leaving behind a slippery green slime in its path that felt cool to the touch as the other made its way closer to your face. You dropped your head back down on the pillow and tried to lift your hips to grind against Taehyung’s face, but a harsh suck made you gasp and stop all movement.

The tentacle reached your face, lazily poking your cheek until you rewarded it with undivided attention. Its movements were gentle as it traced the shape of your lips, the slime it left behind smearing across your face elicited a moan from the alien that was on the receiving end of you being turned on. This was one wet dream that you had never thought would become a reality, and now that it was happening, you didn’t want it to stop. Relaxing against the bed, you wet your lips out of habit before opening your mouth. Like you hoped, the tentacle went in to inspect this new place.

It was slippery as you ran your tongue against the tentacle, discovering it had some weight to it, and the slime that it oozed was sweet like the honey you used in teas. Out of curiosity you swallowed around the limb. A strangled groan came from Taehyung, and it twitched within its confines but didn’t try to remove itself. The more you sucked, the more it appeared to lubricate itself, forcing you to alternate every so often.

“Fucking hell,” Taehyung moaned. Sitting on his knees, he gazed down at you with eyes dark enough to appear black, those green streaks bright enough to glow in the dark. He was finally able to see what his tentacles had gotten themselves up to while he had been busy having his own meal, his chin wet as his tongue shrunk back to normal size.

Taehyung stared at you as the tentacle went further in your mouth, his chest heaving when you relaxed yourself to take it even further. All of the tentacles tightened at your actions, but his gaze went to your chest where one Extender had succeeded in wrapping itself around your breasts to squeeze them together and was currently rubbing itself between the small space, creating a slippery mess that made your skin tingle until it was numb.

“Look at you,” Tae murmured, lowering himself back down to your lower half. “You’re a mess darling.” He kissed your hip sweetly, quite the contradiction to everything else as one of his tentacles was in the midst of thrusting itself down your throat. Butterflies fluttered when he kissed his way across your belly, following the path of slime that had been left behind until his lower half was firmly pressed against yours, his hips grinding against yours so his cock rubbed along your lips.

“An absolute, fucking mess.”

You were so used to the jokes and pleasantries from Taehyung that to hear him swear, to call you darling as he rubbed himself against you, to have him use you as he wanted, it made your head spin until there was nothing but pure desire and need on your mind. He had already gotten you to orgasm twice without cumming himself and you still felt empty. He had yet to give you what you really wanted.

He went higher, not stopping until he was leaving wet kisses on your throat. “Such a beautiful, fucking, mess, and we’re not even done. Think you can keep up with me and my friend’s darling?”

The tentacle pulled out of your mouth then, allowing you to sharply inhale as Taehyung wiped away the string of saliva connecting you to it. He was patient as you caught your breath, amusing himself by continuing his kisses up to the back of your ear. Strands of hair were plastered to your forehead and despite everything, you felt more alive than you ever had.

 “More,” you softly whispered, throat a bit sore.

Taehyung softly hummed. Palms trailed up your sides, smearing the slime all over and up on your breasts, not caring that there was a tentacle obsessed with loving them.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for,” Taehyung taunted. There was a shift in his hips and this time, the head of his cock was now pressing against your pussy.

You tilted your head, capturing his lips in an open mouth kiss. Out of habit you tried to wrap your arms around his shoulders, but the Extenders tightened around your wrists. He didn’t even try to coax his tongue in your mouth. He slipped in with ease and you groaned when you realized that you tasted yourself on him. His hands settled on your hips and this time, to your pleasure, he pushed his cock in. The stretch stung but after finally having him in like you wanted all along, it satisfied the ache of being empty that had been growing since this all started a few nights ago.

“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned, knuckles turning white from his grip on your hips. “So different. You’re so warm.”

His cock moved but his hips remained pressed and still against yours, drawing your curiosity to look down. Taehyung had pushed himself balls deep, but you felt his dick changing within you. It was growing thicker, longer, and when he pulled back to thrust back in, you gasped as the new ridges that were along his shaft. He was accommodating himself to fit you perfectly. A one true fit that was made just for you.

The green in his eyes flashed, the tentacles still wrapped around your body tightened to hold you in place as Taehyung’s pace picked up, the ridges rubbing against your inner walls with each stroke became more prominent. You closed your eyes as you pressed back against the pillow, and when there was an eager poke at your lips, your mouth simply opened for the tentacle to slip inside. You were just as eager; the honey flavored slime was addicting to the taste. It was only when there was new wiggling pressure on your clit that you looked down, past the tentacle that was fucking your tits with a newfound passion as it tightened around them to make the space smaller, to see that there was a new Extender rubbing itself on your clit. The pressure was enough to make you moan, legs shaking even in Tae’s grip, but as you watched, it appeared that it didn’t plan to stay there very long. With every thrust from Taehyung, your pussy grew slicker, allowing this appendage to nudge its way into your pussy alongside his dick, all while still rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

Your cry was muffled, the stretch almost becoming overwhelming when more tentacles appeared to cover your body in an attempt to soothe and draw your focus away from the pain. Two more latched themselves on your nipples and by some magic he was able to shape them into mouths that pinched and sucked the same way Taehyung had done earlier. Another two appeared in the palms of your hands with similar ridges to his cock, and not wanting you to be too empty, a thinner tentacle slipped inside your mouth as well. You were completely and utterly stuffed, and had lost count of how many of them there were now with all senses on haywire as your nerves felt like lava with his every touch and yet, somehow, something was still missing.

The headboard thumped against the wall as Taehyung went faster, almost erratic as he chased his own high that he had been holding back from. In the darkness of the bedroom, a green light radiated from Taehyung and the Extenders that were wrapped around you, and when his gaze locked on yours, even his eyes took on the faintest glow. It was otherworldly. For a brief moment, everything slowed around the two of you as the tentacles in your mouth suddenly removed themselves. He swooped down to replace his lips where they had been, his kiss sweet and gentle as he cupped the back of your neck.

A chill racked through your body as the tentacles hugged your body, but your mind was focused on the softness of Taehyung’s lips, and how they made your heart flutter. For a split second, he pulled back to press his forehead against yours while murmuring a foreign word. Despite not knowing what he said, you softly hummed and brushed your nose against his, making him smile. He tried to kiss you again but kept breaking out into a smile that you found yourself unable to resist.

It was when he recaptured your lips in a kiss that the glowing grew brighter, lighting up the room completely. A tingling sensation ran through your body, the temperature skyrocketing as beads of sweat dotted along your skin. Taehyung thrusted one last time, his hips hilting against yours as he reached his release filling you with a green tinted substance that also spurted out of the tentacles, coating your body in goo. You would have been grossed out, but the cum that oozed out of his tentacles along with the slime from earlier was cooling to your feverish skin.

You moaned into the kiss, the Extenders that had curled and twisted around your arms suddenly dropped down to the pillows spent and exhausted. Now free, you were able to tangle your fingers through his hair. Neither of you cared how the goo dripped down your wrists or matted itself in his locks when he leaned down to leave several kisses on your cheek among the sweet words of endearment that he whispered along your skin. This gentle and tenderness was reminiscent of the Taehyung you had known while he was still in his blob form.

All of his Extenders had released you from their grip, simply resting themselves on your bodies before Taehyung called them back. You had gone to kiss him once more when his hips pressed further against yours, his dick still inside you as some of his cum spilled out from around him and down your thigh.

“Shit,” Taehyung murmured, glancing down at where the two of you were still connected.

You softly chuckled. “Is mating season usually this messy?”

He looked back up at you, a boxy smile appearing. “Sorry about that. It’s meant to ensure a successful mating, which entails with the female being pregnant by the end of the season. But it’s never been this pleasurable before.”

Even though you had never met a female Flubber in your life, a sense of pride flashed through you. You weren’t his first apparently, but you were the first to make it feel good at least. “Does that mean you have kids back home?”

“No,” he shifted his weight, lifting an arm to shove his fingers through his hair and off his forehead. “I had only come of age five winters ago, and it’s expected that Flubbers who participate for the first time are not likely to have a successful mating. This would have been my sixth attempt.”

“Sixth attempt?” You asked, leaning your head back against the pillow.

Taehyung carefully sat up. He was mindful this time of his dick keeping his cum inside you, the last thing he wanted to do was risk losing another drop. “When there is a successful mating, the two Flubbers then join in unity until their deaths. If they can produce children the first time, then they’ll be able to have another successful pregnancy next season.”

“So, if I get pregnant, you’ll stay?”

The room fell silent. The glow that had been emanating from Taehyung dimmed now that he was no longer caught up in the moment of his orgasm, but you could still see the way he pressed his lips together. One of the tentacles curled around your arm once more, slightly squeezing you in a gentle manner that reminded you of a hug.

You didn’t want Taehyung to go. Even before tonight, you had enjoyed his company greatly, and if he were to leave, who were you going to finish watching Black Butler with? There wouldn’t be anyone who would spend hours asking about what it was like to be human, who offered help around the house, or would tell you stories about what it was like where he was from. Even going to bed wouldn’t be the same without his check ins, wondering if you had enough blankets, a glass of water on the nightstand, and not so casually reminding you that if you scrolled through your phone until three in the morning again, you’d be cranky when having to go to work the next day.

It wouldn’t be home without Taehyung.

“Actually…” his fingers dug into the fleshy bits of your thighs, his thumb moving in circles as it rubbed some of his cum into the skin. “I was hoping that I could stay. Even if you never got pregnant. If…if that’s okay with you of course.”

Not able to really move, you stroked the length of one of the tentacles still on you, watching Taehyung’s body shiver at the touch. “Nothing would make me happier than that Tae.”

His thumb stopped moving, the green streaks in his eyes once again brightening as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. The Extenders came back to life then, each one slipping underneath your body in a tight hug as Taehyung lifted you off the bed when he stood. Your legs squeezed his waist but he merely laughed.

“What are you doing?” You asked when he carried you to the bathroom. With the help of one of his tentacles, the light flickered on.

He lightly nipped at your collarbone. “If you hadn’t noticed yet darling, I am still lodged inside you, and we are covered in various liquids. We are in desperate need of cleaning ourselves.”

Glancing in the mirror behind Taehyung, you were finally able to see the result of tonight’s love fest. The slime had left a clear green tint that had dried down to your skin, and the release of his cum had even gotten in your hair. Tae had not been lucky either and was fairly covered in the goo himself.

“Besides,” he murmured, recapturing your attention as the water from the shower head suddenly turned on. You however, were focused on the way his eyes darkened and his smile curled into a sneaky grin that sent your heart racing. “Like I said earlier, my body is still adjusting and thinks that it’s mating season here. This is not a one-night occurrence my darling.”

One of his tentacles roamed over your chest, paying particular attention to your breasts as Taehyung stepped into the shower, the hot water only seeming to help his Extenders in their movements. At least with a shower, the result of this round of love making would be easier to clean than your stained and ruined bed sheets.

[tothemeadow]

Oh yes my time is now! the standard pillar girls with a fem reader vs the boys playing splatoon 2’s tower control. Once again they lose(that’s becoming too frequent 😭) and the punishment for them is that they have to wear a typical anime sexy bunny costume, the reader is shy cuz she got small tiddies and the boys keep trying to peel the top part open to look at them 👀 and she’s like 😳(not to mention I got sensitive hips so everytime they hold her hips she’s just like 😳😳😳)

I need to get my ass moving on these requests 💀

‘tower troubles’ / Pillars x Reader

warnings: spicy

words: 1,383

(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this!

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“Come on, ladies! Give it your all! We won’t let those fuckers take this land!” you yell.

“Right!” Misturi exclaims.

Shinobu nods her head, a determined expression on her face.

Across the screen, it’s a complete mess of teal and yellow ink. You’re hanging on by strings, too stubborn to give up your position on top of the tower. You wish the damned thing would move faster so you could win already!

“It’s funny that you think you’ll win so easily!” Kyojuro chirps. Compared to what the other guys usually say, his “taunts” are usually nice.

“Knock them off already,” Obanai sighs. “This is getting old.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” Mitsuri yelps. “If you want to take over the tower, you’ve got to try harder!”

And yeah, it does seem a bit ridiculous. Three against seven? Seriously? They should be slaughtering you, but, well, it’s not working in their favor, is it?

You shouldn’t think that way.

There’s a loud boom and then the tower is covered with yellow. You’ve just got splatted! Whoever scored a hit on your character is dead meat. Off to the side, Muichiro snickers. You hastily throw a glare at him, murderous intent in your eyes.

“Do you want to die?” you hiss.

“I do,” Giyuu mutters.

“Jesus, man, lighten up,” Tengen throws at him. “Besides, if you die, you’ll miss out on the flamboyant punishment!”

The mere idea of the planned punishment sends a shiver down your back. No, you mustn’t lose. You can’t. Not if you want to save your dignity, anyway.

“I’d rather him be dead them ogle at me,” Shinobu breathes.

Why is everyone so hellbent on killing Giyuu today?

Wait – no, take that back. In your damned moments of distraction, the timer on the top of the screen runs out for the opposing team. They’ve… they’ve won. The guys won.

“Son of a bitch!” you curse, tossing your Switch down. “This is bullshit!”

“There’s no need for violence,” Gyomei rumbles. He bows his head apologetically. “A fair match is what it was.”

Sanemi cackles. “Fucking right – seven against three. That’s fair alright. I like it.”

Tengen excitedly rubs his palms together, a look of pure mischief blooming on his face. “Alright, boys, now it is time.”

Mitsuri audibly gulps. “I want to go home.”

“I’m afraid not!” Kyojuro exclaims, drawing himself to a stand. He seemingly pulls out a paper grocery bag out of nowhere; crossing to you girls, he thrusts the bag into Mitsuri’s hands. “I think you should get the punishment out of the way, don’t you think? There’s no use in putting it off!”

“I swear to god…” Shinobu trails off.

Getting up from the couch, the three of you shuffle out of the room and into the bathroom, promptly shutting and locking the door behind you in the process. You reluctantly tug off your clothes, a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment creeping up your spine. Your skin feels too hot, the hairs on your neck and arms coming to a stand. This is not going to be fun.

“Hey, could one of you zip me up?” Mitsuri asks, her voice shy.

Turning to her, you nearly choke on your own spit. She’s already in the one-piece uniform, her bare back on full display. Holding her arms to her chest, she keeps the uniform steady so it doesn’t fall. Stepping over to her, you brush her long ponytail to the side and pull the zipper up. She looks too tempting like this, curves perfectly showcased by the costume, legs wrapped delicately in fishnet stockings. A pang of jealousy hits you in the stomach.

Glancing at your own chest, you sigh inwardly. You aren’t a brickhouse like Mitsuri; hell, even Shinobu has a bigger chest than you and she’s smaller than you are. As you look over to her, you can see her clasping the bowtie around her neck, a bored expression written on her face. She looks amazing in her uniform, so unbelievably sexy….

And then there’s you.

You shyly pull your costume on, careful to keep your breasts hidden from view. Mitsuri helps zip you up, her touch soft against your skin. Slipping the cuffs onto your wrists, you look at your reflection; the punishment consisted of the losers wearing sexy bunny costumes, Playboy style. You look like you belong in an underground cocktail bar.

“This is ridiculous,” Shinobu says, perching her bunny ears on top of her head. “I’m going to castrate Tengen in his sleep for coming up with this shit.”

“I think we look cute!” Mitsuri chirps, although her face is a bright red.

“Yeah,” you mumble, running a hand over your chest, “we look great.”

With a collective groan, the three of you emerge from the bathroom, the hardwood floors cool beneath your stocking-clad feet. Upon returning to the living room, the reaction you receive is instantaneous. Tengen, Kyojuro, Muichiro, and Sanemi all give you a round of applause, shit-eating smirks on their faces; Obanai chokes on his own spit while Giyuu casually crosses his legs; Gyomei simply gives a nod of approval.

“Meow,” Tengen purrs, clawing at the air with his fingers. “You ladies look divine.”

“I’m actually impressed,” Sanemi drawls. He waggles his finger in a come hither motion. “Come over here, bunnies.”

Shinobu curses underneath her breath. Either way, the three of you stalk over to where the others sit; you wring your hands, unease eating away at your insides. Sanemi promptly grabs onto your hips, urging you to sit in his lap. The simple touch is just enough; heat rushes across your skin, squeezes at your insides. He is stepping into some dangerous territory.

Sanemi’s a wild card – always was. Sure, he’s not outright coquettish as Tengen or Kyojuro, but he’s not completely innocent either. His fingertips dance up and down your hips; it’s like he knows the effect he’s having on your body. Well, it doesn’t help that you’re squirming, but still.

“You almost look cute like this,” Sanemi murmurs. Running his hands up your sides, they drift across your stomach, inching up further and further. Your entire body stiffens as they slip over your breasts, your breath catching in your throat. “Well, well, well,” Sanemi continues in a low voice, “sensitive, are we?”

You feel a wave of hot breath fanning over the back of your neck. “Lemme see,” Muichiro’s voice speaks up. You jolt as his hands roam your body, slipping down the curve of your spine, making you arch into his touch. “You’re not as well endowed as the others,” Muichiro murmurs into your ear. “But that just means they’ll fit in our hands better.”

“Oi, Giyuu,” Sanemi snaps, turning his head and glaring at the one sitting next to him, “are you gonna just sit there and watch?” He clicks his tongue. “Pathetic.”

The blush on Giyuu’s face darkens at Sanemi’s words. So far, he hasn’t done anything, but that’s fine with you. You don’t think you could handle another man’s touch right now. But no, Sanemi’s words spur him on; shuffling closer, he presses his hands to your thighs, his fingertips tracing over the lines of the stockings. “You look really pretty like this,” he grunts.

Heart fluttering at his words, you open your mouth to say something in return – to comfort him – but then an abrupt squeak comes out. Muichiro’s hands squeeze your breasts again, eager to have you make another noise like that.

“See? What did I tell you?” Muichiro purrs. “Perfect fit.”

“Don’t hog it all to yourself,” Sanemi growls. He quickly pushes Muichiro’s hands away, taking his turn at grabbing your breasts. He smirks at your reaction, at the little breathy groan slipping from your lips. “There we go, bunny. Just like that.”

Giyuu’s hands grow braver, bolder. He kneads at your luscious thigh, at your hip; you squirm in Sanemi’s lap, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip to control yourself. Why must you be so sensitive?

“Let us see, come on,” Sanemi urges. Seemingly getting the memo, Muichiro’s fingers tug at the zipper of your costume just the slightest bit. “Let us look at those cute little tits.”

Wait – what?

“Please?” Giyuu murmurs.

“Bunny,” Muichiro says with a giggle, “give us a real treat.”

Oh, fuck.

[pandoraborn]

With Tiddy Pang becoming somewhat of a meme right now, I want to share my own story of a stupid injury that happened to me a few years ago.

Warning for mention of broken bones under the cut.

I was going to go out to lunch with my boyfriend and friend/roommate at the time. Boyfriend and I were in the living room, playing around with each other while waiting for Friend to change clothes so we could leave. Boyfriend and I were playfully pushing at each other and horsing around, and I went to kick him in the butt.

He caught my foot and held it in place. I wound up losing my balance and falling backwards, using my right hand to catch my fall. My wrist audibly snapped. Friend heard it from her bedroom and came rushing out to see what happened, finding Boyfriend standing over me looking petrified. As much as my wrist hurt, I reassured them both I was fine, it was probably just a sprain and I’d be okay again within a couple of days.

I did end up taking a picture while we were out though, posting it on facebook and making a joke about how clumsy I was. At this point a visible bump was starting to form, and my sister commented on my picture, saying it looked broken and I should go to a doctor.

I thought literally nothing of it for a couple of days. Yeah, it hurt of course, but Friend had a brace she was letting me borrow. I tried icing it, I tried taking pain medication, I tried tightening the brace to keep my wrist from moving. But everything I tried seemed to make it hurt worse, and at one point, I even broke down into tears because I felt so useless. I mean, I couldn’t do anything.

But after a few days, my mom finally called and convinced me I needed to see a doctor. So Boyfriend took me to an urgent care center, where they did x-rays. I was also given a better brace in the meantime that was helping a little more (first brace was falling apart and wasn’t meant for the right hand). I was told my wrist might be broken, but until the x-rays came back I’d have to keep the brace on.

Well, the x-rays came back.

Turns out I not only broke my wrist, but I fractured it in 2 places. One on my wrist proper, where that joint is, and again, at the base of my thumb. X-rays don’t lie, folks.

I got outfitted with a lovely purple cast that I had to wear for a month. There was mild talk of getting a new cast after my first one was removed, or talk of surgery, but neither of those happened, thankfully. And honestly, it wasn’t even that painful. I’m not saying you should go out and break your bones to see how much it hurts, but for my first time actually breaking bones, it didn’t hurt as much as I’d expected it to.

The moral of the story is: if your bones pop and it hurts for days after, it might be broken.

The moral of the story also is, if your tiddy still pangs after several days, go see a doctor. Thank you for listening.

[found-family-my-beloved]

When it's time to sink or swim I always choose to do the backfloat

Fandom: Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo, Tommyinnit & Ranboo & Tubbo, Wilbur Soot & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Fundy, Wilbur Soot & Yoghurt, Fundy & Yoghurt, Wilbur Soot & Eret, Eret & Fundy (mentioned), Ranboo & Wilbur Soot, Tubbo & Wilbur Soot, Ranboo & Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Tommyinnit & Shrout the Spider, Michael_Beloved & Tubbo & Ranboo

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Philza, Fundy, Yoghurt, Eret, Ranboo, Tubbo, Ghostbur (mentioned), Shroud the Spider, Michael_Beloved, Technoblade (mentioned), TipTup and Tiddy Pang (mentioned), other children on the server (mentioned)

Word count: 3675

Chapter: 6/6 - Michael (First chapter/Previous chapter)

AO3

Summary:

“Tubbo and Ranboo have been bugging me to bring him over for a play date with Michael since he's ‘pretty much my kid’ apparently. First off he's not my kid, he's a fuckin’ spider, and even if he was, my Shroud would be far too good to have to make the trek all the way over to that snowy shithole for a playdate.”

Wilbur stopped pacing and stared at Tommy, who had gone back to rifling through chests again. Oh shit.

“Michael?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Or "the 4 things Wilbur finds out about the _Beloved family through others + the 2 things he finds out about them directly"

Author's notes:

Final chapter time! Hope people like this one. It does include people signing so I've been trying to do some research and most of what I've seen has said to just writing signing the same way you would write normal speech. I've tried to do this with benchtrio since they can translate at the same time, but since Wilbur doesn't know sign language, I've described the signs the toddlers are doing using descriptions of the BSL versions of signs and any specific facial expressions. I've been learning BSL to get Level 1 for a couple of years now but obviously am not part of the D/deaf community, so if there's any ways I could improve, please let me know.

I've tried to make it obvious what signs I'm describing every time, but will put them in the end notes of the ao3 version. There's also a couple of minecraft things I've tried to include to make the fic fit the game setting, so I'll also include them, because I enjoy it when writers go into details in the notes and hopefully other people can enjoy it as well or just ignore it.

So a few months later, the burger van may not have gone anywhere. Considering no one went into the burger place that was actually in Las Nevadas, it wasn't exactly a successful long-term plan. But when Quackity let Tubbo go from the Tubburger, he became a daily customer and dragged Tommy along too. So while he was clearly there to see his husband and Wilbur's relationship with Tommy had gone back a few steps when he finally told him the truth, the relaxed environment had let Wilbur start building relationships with Tommy and Tubbo again on their terms.

In all honesty, Wilbur wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't spoken to any of them again when the burger van finally closed. But for some reason, they closed last week and then just yesterday Tommy had invited him to a picnic the three of them had been planning. Of course, by 'invite', that meant Tommy had threatened to drag him out of the arctic by the ear if he didn't show, since Wilbur may or may not have been trying to avoid being clingy. But still!

And so, Wilbur found himself walking down the prime path to some campground Tommy had claimed for an official picnic spot. If he'd been worried about getting there too early or going to the wrong place, these fears were immediately eased by the yelling he could hear before even needing to turn the corner.

Overdramatic debates over things that either made no sense or really didn't matter were something Wilbur had had to get used to being in the vicinity of Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy on a daily basis. Today, it seemed that it was Ranboo and Tommy arguing over the number of holes in a straw.

"I'm serious! Have you ever tried bending paper? You can make a tube out of it but that doesn't mean there's suddenly a hole in it!" Ranboo argued as Wilbur walked up to the picnic area.

"Oh fuck off! Sleeves are made of one piece of fabric, but they still make arm holes in a shirt! Clearly there's one hole, so either you're fucking with me or just being an idiot." Tommy yelled, suddenly lighting up when he saw Wilbur.

"Oi, Wil! Tell Ranboob I'm right, will you? It's not as bad as Mr 'infinite-holes-in-a-straw' over there," he said gesturing vaguely to where Tubbo was sitting, "But the fact that there's people in this world who think there isn't a hole in a straw is disgusting."

Wilbur hummed thoughtfully. "Actually, I always thought there were two holes in a straw. There's two ends, right? That means there's two holes."

Tommy gasped in betrayal while Tubbo started cackling in the background. "That's so dumb! I thought you were a brother to me, Wilbur, I can't have a brother with opinions this terrible!"

"Oh, don't say that, I'll cry." Wilbur said, failing not to laugh.

Tommy just scoffed in response and pretended to storm over to where Shroud was pretending he hadn't been trying to get into the picnic chest set up.

"Don't listen to them, Shroud, they're all terrible people," Tommy said as he picked up the toddler. After one very eventful morning where Tommy was panicking about something and Shroud decided the best way to help was to shapeshift to look more like a human-spider hybrid, Tommy couldn't really pretend he was an overly-spoiled pet rather than his son. And after a - ahem - 'terrible accident' had befallen Dream in prison, he'd been all the more comfortable to bring Shroud out and about.

(The fact the accident had happened a couple of days after Tommy had confided in Wilbur about what actually happened in exile and prison was neither here nor there.)

"Wil, are you gonna help sort out food or are you just gonna stand there like a dumbass?" Tommy called out, snapping Wilbur back to reality. He'd got a lot better recently at not getting so stuck in his own head, but there was still a way to go.

"Yeah, yeah, stop nagging me child." Wilbur rolled his eyes as he put his additions to the picnic in the chest and took out the item frames to put food on. Unfortunately Tommy was still close enough to the chest to see what he'd put in.

"Gapple juice? Really? C'mon, we're all 18 now and a year ago you were convinced Tubbo and I were like 24!" Tommy whined.

"You think I'd trust any of you with alcohol?" Wilbur responded, looking unamused. "Besides, Phil would've had my head if he thought I was being that terrible an influence, especially with a child also being part of the picnic."

Tommy grumbled some more, but the mention of Phil seemed to be enough to cease too much complaining. That and the fact Ranboo and Tubbo had put all of the food out in the meantime.

"Wait, did we not bring any cake for pudding?" Tubbo asked suddenly, looking around the blanket.

"Uhh, no?" Ranboo said, confused at the question. "Were we supposed to?"

"Of course we were! What's the point in you being here if you can't give us infinite cake with your weird enderman powers!"

Ranboo looked unimpressed. "Well sorry for assuming everyone was sick of cake since it's been covering the server for at least a year now! Besides, I'm pretty sure cake isn't made of pudding, so you would've been disappointed either way."

"Ugh, Americans..." Tommy said in between mouthfuls of chicken, exasperated.

"What does that even mean..."

The conversation continued in a similar fashion, but Wilbur chose to eat the melon in front of him, rather than engage too much. It had been relatively difficult to find enough food that everyone could eat. No salmon for Wilbur, no gapples, baked potatoes or beef for Tommy, no beetroot soup for Ranboo, and no cookies for Tubbo and Ranboo. Somehow they'd managed to find enough middleground though.

Unfortunately whatever point the argument had moved onto was cut short by a drop of rain. And then a few drops. And then rain tipping it down.

The group moved quickly, with Tommy immediately taking out some sort of rain coat from his inventory he'd packed for Shroud, Ranboo making a run for the nearest tree, Tubbo packing up everything on the blanket, and Wilbur storing everything from the chest. Within moments, the group of five was huddled under the tree, watching the previously clear sky throw down as much rain as physically possible.

"You alright, bossman?" Tubbo asked, looking up at where Ranboo was hunched trying not to shake water from any of the trees.

"Yeah, don't worry," he said, trying to smile. "I have a helmet, so it's just a couple of burns on my hands. Could really do with being in a building though."

Tubbo nodded in acknowledgement, looking deep in thought. "So, we have a couple of options then. The hotel's probably closest, but if Jack Manifold's there then we may be stuck waiting while he and Tommy have a shouting match. Or..." Tubbo trailed off.

Ignoring Tommy spluttering in the background, Ranboo immediately understood what other solution Tubbo was offering. "Oh. Oh! Are you sure? We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with yet, and I'm happy to walk a bit further to find a, uh, less argumentative place to hide for a while."

"Yeah, I think it's been long enough. Plus, at least we know there's heating. I think we would've frozen to death by now if Foolish hadn't included that."

Turning to Wilbur and Tommy, Tubbo took a deep breath in and continued, addressing everyone this time. "We can go back to the mansion in Snowchester until the rain's died down. It's warm, we don’t have to worry about mobs and Michael will probably appreciate the company."

"Are you sure? You three can go back to Snowchester and I can walk home, it's fine." Wilbur said hesitantly. This seemed like a pretty big step, especially when none of them had been anticipating the rain.

Instead, Tubbo just shook his head. "No, I think it's time. You wanted to meet Michael properly, right? Well, today's the day."

Wilbur still wasn't sure. "But-"

"Wilbur, would you shut up and start moving already? It's a big step and you need to process a lot of emotions, we get it, but can't you do that from the warm, dry mansion?" Tommy complained.

"Alright, let's go then!" Wilbur held his hands up in surrender, ducking out of the tree as Tubbo led the group towards the tunnel.

With Ranboo and Tubbo having travelled by boat, rowing back under the tunnel seemed safer than risking the water and soul sand. Quickly making a second boat would have been the easiest solution for Wilbur, Tommy and Shroud to get across, but with the way Tommy kept glaring at the depths of the sea, it was little surprise that walking on top of the tunnel ended up being their travel method of choice.

Maybe it was the rain adding to the atmosphere, but it didn't take long for Tommy to end the awkward silence that had arisen while they were walking.

"Can you stop thinking so loudly? I can hear it from here and it's fuckin' annoying." Tommy complained, turning back from where he'd been walking in front. "It's not like they're asking you to look after Michael on your own, we're just having a meal. You don't even have to talk to him if you don't want to."

When Wilbur stared back in surprise, Tommy just shrugged. "What? I've been around you long enough by now to know when you're panicking and overthinking shit. It's really not gonna be as dramatic as you think it is."

He quickly became distracted by Shroud, who had suddenly become very aware of where they were walking to and was trying to hurry them along, but Wilbur smiled regardless. Maybe Tommy was right and things wouldn't be so bad.

Tubbo and Ranboo were waiting under the tunnel by the time they'd reached the end and were all too ready to make a run for the doors of the large mansion, even if entering Snowchester was a somewhat convoluted task. It did mean that when they finally got through the entrance, Wilbur had to take a step back in surprise at the sheer scale of the building.

Admittedly he hadn't had many interactions with Foolish, but clearly he was good at his job. With doorways and stairs leading to dozens more rooms and the large chandelier lighting everything up, the building must have been no small feat.

"Impressed?" Tubbo asked, watching Wilbur stare at everything. When Wilbur nodded in response, he grinned. "One of the many perks of being a trophy husband, you get to make him pay for a fancy-ass house. It took a while to move stuff in, but once we got round to it, it was well worth the wait!"

"Am I good for anything else or just money and cake?" Ranboo asked, crossing his arms.

"Nope! Those are the only things between us and another divorce," Tubbo replied.

"Wonderful. Well, as the father of your child, I'm gonna go find him before you decide those motives aren't good enough to stay married." Ranboo turned and walked through one of the doors leading to the back of the mansion.

"Love you!" Tubbo called out.

"Yeah, yeah!" was the response Ranboo gave, briefly flipping Tubbo off without turning around and laughing when Tubbo gasped in response.

Wilbur frowned in bemusement. "Another divorce?"

"What? It's a good way to shake things up every once in a while! Plus do you know how many people give you free things if you tell them your husband left you? Sure it only works so many times but it's still fun to get away with for a bit."

Tubbo then frowned and looked around, realising Tommy had thrown Shroud’s coat on a peg and wandered off somewhere.

"You want me to show you the kitchen?" Tubbo offered. "Hopefully Tommy's found his way there and isn't eternally lost somewhere in the house."

"Yeah, sounds good. If he is lost, it's only a matter of time before you can hear things breaking."

Thankfully when they got to the kitchen, Tommy was already there, rummaging through barrels. In his excitement, Shroud had shapeshifted back into a full spider, so was quite happily nestled on some cobwebs that had been placed in the corner.

"Are you trying to steal stuff from us again?" Tubbo asked when he saw what Tommy had been doing.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Clearly not, because you literally have nothing in this room. What's the point in being rich if you can't leave food in your kitchen to steal? A typical Tory, you are Tubbo."

"Wow, it's almost like we took most of our food to a picnic or something!" Tubbo said dryly. He looked at Wilbur. "Just put the food you took in the barrels. At least then Tommy can pretend to steal some stuff for an ego boost."

"What? I don't do it for an ego boost! I'm like the modern-day Robin Hood, you know. Steal from the rich, give to the poor, ain't that right Shroud?"

The toddler only made clicking noises in response, but that seemed to be all the reassurance he needed.

"Alright, here he comes! Here's the boy!" Ranboo announced, Michael giggling in his arms.

When he saw his other dad, the piglin brightened even more, making the movement of something flying with his left arm.

"Yeah, that's Bee, you're right!" Ranboo encouraged, passing Michael over to Tubbo so he could wave his hands to clap.

Having somehow walked up next to Wilbur without him noticing, Tommy nudged him. "The piglin is going alright, but it was just easier to teach them sign language at the same time, since a lot of the server knows it from Callahan anyway. 'Course the single-handed signs are a bit easier to adapt for Michael since his left arm is stronger than his right, but we've been making do."

"Seems like it's really helping." Wilbur replied softly. "When did you learn to sign though? I'm assuming piglin is Techno's influence."

Tommy shrugged. "Kinda ended up learning both around the same time. Lost some of my hearing at the end of all that exile shit and the idea of not being able to communicate with people if it got worse was fucking terrifying. It worked out for the best though, especially as Shroud's slowly learning as well. Did you have a look at that book I gave you by the way?"

"Yeah, the alphabet seems simple enough but it's gonna take a while for me to get proper conversation level, or even recognising a lot of the individual signs." Wilbur rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm proud of you though. You've really grown up."

Tommy just groaned. "Oh, don't start being sappy! I know I'm strong and intelligent, you don't need to get all emotional on me about it."

Wilbur just laughed in response, watching as Michael and Shroud were now interacting with each other. Shroud still had the face of a spider but had shifted again just enough that the pair could now attempt to sign at each other, even if the extent of the conversation was Michael making a scuttling gesture and Shroud moving his fist in a circle in front of his face. They were making clicking and snuffling noises as they signed, presumably trying to mouth each other's names while they signed.

When Shroud got a couple of toys out of his (currently very limited) inventory, they both seemed happy and preoccupied enough that the adults could sit down at the table and carry on eating. Even with the confusion of ages post-revival, Wilbur still felt weird calling them adults, but with the other three settling into parenthood it was difficult to call them anything else.

There were a couple of instances where Tommy got a bit too loud addressing him or Wilbur's gesturing got a bit too out of hand, where Michael became very aware of the strange new person in their kitchen. But for the most part, the kids kept to themselves. That is, until the end of the meal when Michael apparently deemed Wilbur safe enough to approach.

Unfortunately he had no idea what Michael was saying when he grunted questioningly and held both of his hands out shaking downwards, so Ranboo had to be interpreter.

"Not quite, Michael." Ranboo signed and said, wincing slightly. "He was last time you saw him, but not anymore."

He looked up apologetically. "He was calling you 'ghost'. Sorry about that."

Ah. Wilbur smiled regardless. "That's fine. I'm surprised he even remembers meeting Ghostbur to be honest."

He was trying to think of something to say that would be easy for Ranboo to translate, but didn't get the chance to before Shroud ran up and tapped Michael on the shoulder. Clicking as he signed, Shroud pointed to his left pinky, one of the few signs Wilbur knew Tommy had signed whenever referring to him while talking to Shroud.

While Wilbur might have been unsure of the full meaning, Michael lit up in recognition and immediately attempted to combine it with the 'ghost' sign from before. While neither of them could actually pronounce the word they were signing, the way they were attempting to mouth it looked like a very specific word Wilbur was trying not to get his hopes up about.

Drawing on the few signs he could remember, Wilbur waved at the pair to draw their attention and shakily attempted to ask how they were by moving his hands forward from being flat on his chest to giving two thumbs up, mouthing the question simultaneously. The kids seemed to appreciate that, visibly brightening as they gave thumbs up back.

Ranboo and Tubbo gave each other a look (a positive one, Wilbur hoped) and after some sort of non-verbal debate, Ranboo stood up.

"We'll be back in a minute, just gonna do the washing up real quick."

"You're allergic to water bossman, how the fuck are we gonna do the-" Tubbo was cut off by Ranboo shoving a hand over his mouth.

"We'll figure something out. Because Wilbur and Tommy will be fine watching Michael while we do, won't they?" Ranboo gave a pointed look and removed his hand when Tubbo rolled his eyes in response.

"Fine, guess we're doing the washing up then! Be back in a bit." Tubbo grumbled as they both walked out the door. Neither of them took anything to wash up, but it seemed best not to question them.

After a minute of stifled silence, Tommy grabbed his item frame and slumped on the seat Ranboo was previously in to see what the toddlers were doing without having to look around Wilbur.

"So... what are we meant to do now?"

Wilbur frowned. "I don't know, do I? Yoghurt usually just amuses himself, which means I just have to stop things from breaking. These two seem well-behaved for some reason."

Tommy looked incredulous at the backhanded compliment. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Do I really need to answer that?" Wilbur folded his arms. Looking to the side, the pair were still standing watching the conversation happen, looking significantly more bored now Ranboo wasn't here to translate.

"Alright, guess I have to do everything myself!" Tommy grumbled, looking around the room for inspiration. "Uhhh..."

Looking at the guitar leaning next to the door, Tommy's face split into a wide grin that automatically struck Wilbur with a sense of foreboding.

"Alright boys!" Tommy clapped his hands, getting the kids' attention. "Want to see Wilbur play music?"

Wilbur had already figured out the second part of his name sign clearly meant 'guitar' from Tommy miming playing whenever he referenced him, but he should have known that would come with expectations eventually.

"Are you sure about this?" As reluctant as Wilbur was, Tommy had already stood up to grab the guitar and pass it to him.

"Sure! Just don't play any of your depressing shit and we'll be good."

"Tommy, you call most of my songs depressing." Wilbur responded unimpressed.

"Well yeah, but that's not the point. What about Perfume? That's a banger!"

"...The one where I'm bitter about an ex moving on? That Perfume?"

"It's not like either of them can understand the lyrics though, can they?" Tommy waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the toddlers, who were significantly more alert at the prospect of a song. "Just make it sound cheery and we'll be good, yeah?"

Wilbur sighed, taking the guitar and moving his chair to hold it better. "Alright, but if they somehow learn any swear words from this, you're taking the fall."

As he started strumming, the toddlers shuffled forward, making an array of overwhelmingly excited signs and noises, which only increased when he began singing. Even without understanding the lyrics, they both tried to sing and dance along.

And when the song ended and Wilbur moved onto another, Tubbo and Ranboo finally decided to move back into the kitchen from where they'd not-so-subtly been hanging just around the corner. It didn't take much for Michael and Ranboo to convince Tubbo to do some songs on the ukulele and Tommy to try and recall any of the songs he'd used to learn piglin, so the evening turned into a very musical one.

While everyone else was entirely focused on one of the more beach-related songs Tubbo knew, Wilbur leaned over to Tommy slightly.

"By the way, what does this sign mean?" He mumbled, pointing to his pinky like Shroud had earlier.

Tommy snorted. "It means 'uncle', king. Don't get a big head about it though or I'll kill you again."

Huh. Maybe having a big family hadn't been as out-of-reach as Wilbur had thought.

Ghostbur's memories hadn't been wrong. Sincerity and honesty had their merits after all.

[found-family-my-beloved]

When it's time to sink or swim I always choose to do the backfloat

Fandom: Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo, Tommyinnit & Ranboo & Tubbo, Wilbur Soot & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Fundy, Wilbur Soot & Yoghurt, Fundy & Yoghurt, Wilbur Soot & Eret, Eret & Fundy (mentioned), Wilbur Soot & Ranboo (tags to be added in later chapters)

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Philza, Fundy, Yoghurt, Eret, Ranboo, Tubbo (mentioned), Ghostbur (mentioned), Shroud the Spider (mentioned), Michael_Beloved (mentioned), Technoblade (mentioned), TipTup and Tiddy Pang (mentioned), other children on the server (mentioned), Karl (mentioned) (tags to be added in later chapters)

Word count: 1646

Chapter: 5/6 - Ranboo..? (Previous chapter)

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Summary:

“Tubbo and Ranboo have been bugging me to bring him over for a play date with Michael since he's ‘pretty much my kid’ apparently. First off he's not my kid, he's a fuckin’ spider, and even if he was, my Shroud would be far too good to have to make the trek all the way over to that snowy shithole for a playdate.”

Wilbur stopped pacing and stared at Tommy, who had gone back to rifling through chests again. Oh shit.

“Michael?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Or "the 4 things Wilbur finds out about the _Beloved family through others + the 2 things he finds out about them directly"

Author's notes:

We're onto the +2 part of the story! Reminder that this is canon divergent from around the stream Tubbo joined Las Nevadas with Tubburger, so Hitting on 16 and anything after those streams probably won't apply here! I'm going off that one interaction with Foolish over the shulker box deal for characterisation here (and if I seem to be projecting autistic masking/unmasking here, shh no I'm not you can't prove anything). Admittedly there was gonna be a chapter between Eret's and this chapter focusing on Puffy and Wilbur going to therapy but I didn't really have enough to write it other than an intro. If there's a particular want for it, I'm happy to try again and post it some time in the future. There's also a brief mention of languages and I need people to know that I did so much googling about minecraft linguistics only to find an unfortunately small amount on ender. But I did find someone who made a conlang (an artificially created language) for Middle Ender which was really cool so I'm leaving it here!

"Y'know, I heard something interesting the other day."

While the statement alone should have sounded like a pretty normal conversation starter, there was something about the tone Ranboo used that made Wilbur freeze. Maybe it was the purple particles that seemed to be popping up around him or maybe it was the fact the seemingly innocent tone didn't sound quite as genuine as it usually did.

"Oh? What was that?"

The fact that Ranboo turned to him and leaned on the counter, trying to make an alarming amount of eye contact did nothing to ease his nerves.

"I was talking to Tommy and he mentioned that he had been complaining about Tubbo's insistence on a playdate between Shroud and Michael to you. He assured me that you already met Michael as Ghostbur so it was fine, but that you 'briefly forgot who he was before remembering'. Is this conversation ringing any bells?"

Shit. Wilbur should have known this would all come back to bite him in the arse eventually. He was just hoping for a miracle and a sudden increase in memories before it happened.

"It... might do? Sometimes things take a second to come back, right? You know how memories are." Wilbur was hoping he'd seem relatable and be able to get off easy, but judging by the unimpressed look on Ranboo's face, that was very much not the case.

"Cut the crap Wilbur. Do you actually have any of Ghostbur's memories? And believe me, I'll know if you're lying and it won't help this conversation go smoothly."

Well that was one possible response out the window, especially as it was difficult to judge the best approach when Ranboo was acting so differently. Puffy had said if he wanted to convince people he'd changed he would have to prove it through actions though, so might as well give it a shot. Even if doing so talking to one of Tommy's best friends was a risk.

"I suppose his memories could be described more like occasional flashes of deja vu... rather than actual memories..." Wilbur said reluctantly.

Ranboo sighed, only breaking eye contact to briefly close his eyes in disappointment. "Do you want to know why I took on this job? The actual answer, not just the one I would use to be polite.”

Wilbur nodded slowly against his better judgement.

“Because Tubbo said that he could forgive you, but he couldn't trust you. Believe me, I hated what I saw in that conversation on the anniversary and if I'd been able to, I would have spoken up then."

"So why didn't you?" Wilbur couldn't stop himself from asking. Because this conversation is a far reach from one he would usually have with Ranboo and while the platitudes and the masking were nice, he got the feeling this would be one of the few times he could actually hear what Ranboo was thinking.

"...Among other things," Ranboo said after thinking for a moment, "It wouldn't have helped Tubbo. On the anniversary of his country, the last thing he needs is his husband yelling at his predecessor. So instead I thought I could protect him in another way. If you did genuinely change and showed that you could continue to be better, then there would be someone around to see that progress if I worked here. On the other hand, if you showed that change was too difficult for you... I could keep you as far away from my family as possible."

Wilbur involuntarily shivered. He'd had to hold back from correcting Ranboo about it being his country, but Tubbo clearly loved L'Manburg as much as Wilbur had. He wasn't entirely prepared to admit that Tubbo had maybe loved it even more, just that they had used that love in different ways. Wilbur had used that love to destroy it when things went too far; Tubbo had used that love to rebuild it, maybe even improve it.

Now though he was glad he hadn't said anything, because despite the lack of detail, that vague threat had been kinda fucking terrifying. Ranboo clearly knew it had had the intended effect as well.

"Listen," the half-enderman sighed and spoke a bit softer, more like he’d usually sound, "I can see you're trying. You've been spending time with everyone, helping or just talking to them, and things have been going well. But one thing Tubbo and I decided when we started working for you and Quackity was that Michael was not gonna come into anything relating to Paradise Burgers or Las Nevadas. You may not have intentionally found out about him from Tommy but we've spoken to both Fundy and Phil. Digging into the topic more is crossing a line. If you want to ask questions, ask one of us and we will decide what information we want to share with you."

Wilbur nodded. "I understand. I was so caught up in making sure Tommy wouldn't find out that I had no memories that I crossed boundaries and for that I am sorry."

"Good," Ranboo didn't seem happy but at least seemed a bit less stressed now that Wilbur had apologised. "Tubbo and I won't tell Tommy, partly because it's not our place, but you should really consider telling him yourself. I know what it's like to keep a lack of memories hidden from other people, either because they'll worry more or simply because it's convenient. But the longer you leave it, the worse it's going to be when he eventually finds out. Besides, Tommy went through a lot while you were gone. Let him tell you what's happened rather than assuming you already know about it and just don't care."

Wilbur hadn't thought about that, but Ranboo was right. He'd heard about a second exile and remembered something about a beach, but that was the extent of it. And clearly something pretty dramatic happened for Dream to go from this almighty power on the server to being stuck in prison. But more importantly...

Wilbur sighed. "Tommy's really changed hasn't he? Sure he pretends everything's the same but there's something... different there. He's still loud and annoying, but maybe there's more of an awareness there now?"

"He's a lot more intelligent than you give him credit for, y'know. Heck, he's been teaching us basic piglin recently so we can communicate easier with Michael, which hasn't been easy! At least Ender uses similar sounds to common..." Ranboo grumbled but Wilbur was more stuck on the fact his brother had learnt a whole new language since he'd been gone. Or maybe he'd known it the entire time? Maybe Techno had been around often enough before L'Manburg fell that Tommy had picked it up without saying anything.

"I had no idea." Wilbur admitted. Ranboo didn't look surprised at the admission but decided not to press the subject further.

"Also if you want to talk about your memory problems more, Karl and I have meetups every few weeks. Sometimes he needs to reschedule at the last minute, so it's not completely set times, but we spend most of the meetup talking about any potential memory retaining methods we've found, realising they're pretty useless and then just complaining about things. It doesn't do much for the memories, but it's just nice to be around someone who gets it. If you want to join, I can make a note and let you know when we've arranged something?"

"That would be really nice." Wilbur said, perking up a bit at the new topic. "I don't think I've heard anything about Karl since I've got back, besides the fact that Quackity looks ready to murder someone if he or Sapnap are mentioned."

Ranboo winced. "Yeah, Karl's pretty happy to talk about his fiancees but since Sapnap's the only one he spends constant time with, he needs a bit of prompting to remember Quackity. It's pretty sad, but there isn't really anything either of us can do, since Karl doesn't want people knowing about his memory issues and Quackity isn't likely to believe either of us anyway."

A few brief images of Phil and Tommy came to mind as Wilbur nodded in understanding, some more recognisable than others. If anyone could relate to the fear of people treating you differently for having memory issues though, it was him.

"Anyway, I'll send you a message when I've spoken to Karl. It's getting late though, so I'm gonna head on out. And you've got a lot to think about!" Ranboo turned and started walking towards the door, when Wilbur suddenly called out to him.

"Hold on! I just quickly wanted to ask..." Wilbur waited until Ranboo had turned around again to face him. "I... know there's a reason you started this conversation and I still have a long way to go. And I'm going to improve, that I can promise! But... if there ever comes a time where you think I've improved enough and Tubbo maybe starts trusting me again, is there any chance I could meet Michael? As me this time, rather than Ghostbur."

From the expression on Ranboo's face, he could already guess what the answer was going to be, but it was worth asking. But rather than immediately dismiss him, Ranboo thought for a second before sighing.

"We'll see. If it really seems like things are improving and Tubbo feels comfortable then maybe. But don't get your hopes up," Ranboo responded.

Wilbur nodded. A reluctant maybe was as good as it was going to get, so no point in pushing. If nothing else he appreciated the honesty.

"Okay. See you tomorrow, Ranboo! Another busy day of work coming up!" Wilbur tried to joke.

Ranboo gave a small smile. It was more polite than genuine but was better than nothing. "Yeah, see you tomorrow, Wilbur."

And with that, he was gone, Wilbur left alone with his thoughts once more.

[found-family-my-beloved]

When it's time to sink or swim I always choose to do the backfloat

Fandom: Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo, Tommyinnit & Ranboo & Tubbo, Wilbur Soot & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Fundy, Wilbur Soot & Yoghurt, Fundy & Yoghurt, Wilbur Soot & Eret, Eret & Fundy (mentioned) (tags to be added in later chapters)

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Philza, Fundy, Yoghurt, Eret, Ranboo (mentioned), Tubbo (mentioned), Ghostbur (mentioned), Shroud the Spider (mentioned), Michael_Beloved (mentioned), Technoblade (mentioned), TipTup and Tiddy Pang (mentioned), other children on the server (mentioned) (tags to be added in later chapters)

Word count: 2799

Chapter: 4/6 - Eret (First chapter/Previous chapter/Next chapter)

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Summary:

“Tubbo and Ranboo have been bugging me to bring him over for a play date with Michael since he's ‘pretty much my kid’ apparently. First off he's not my kid, he's a fuckin’ spider, and even if he was, my Shroud would be far too good to have to make the trek all the way over to that snowy shithole for a playdate.”

Wilbur stopped pacing and stared at Tommy, who had gone back to rifling through chests again. Oh shit.

“Michael?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Or "the 4 things Wilbur finds out about the _Beloved family through others + the 2 things he finds out about them directly"

Author's notes:

Hello! You can probably tell this is one of the slightly longer chapters. I've added a 'slight intrusive thought' tag to the AO3 version because while they've been shown a few times already, a couple of them cover ideas of people preferring Ghostbur/wanting him to be alive instead. The chapter doesn't get too heavy at any point, but if these are areas you're particularly uncomfortable with, feel free to skip to the next chapter or request a version of the chapter without the intrusive thoughts. Also, the chapter briefly touches on areas of the lore I've had to Google since I never saw them first-hand (e.g. Ghostbur's library and the failed resurrection attempt). I did my best but if there's anything I've missed/not quite got right, feel free to let me know. Now, without further ado, enjoy the chapter!

In some ways, interacting with Eret felt the safest to Wilbur. Sure he didn't really trust her still and it was very likely Eret felt as unsafe uncomfortable with him as anyone else on the server. But at the same time this awkward dynamic was a familiar one, containing leftovers from the final control room, the election, the pogtopia uprising. Wilbur had heard from Fundy that he and many of the original l'manburgians had forgiven Eret, but he had also spoken with Tommy and neither of them were quite there yet.

Still, Eret was important to Fundy and while he may not be sure just yet what he would need to apologise to them for, Wilbur was still working on making amends with everyone and apparently the first step to that was just to spend time with them. If nothing else, he needed to make it clear to people that he was trying his best so he wouldn't be left alone again in an attempt to relieve some of the negativity the server still held. So currently he was walking up to the museum where the monarch stood waiting by the entrance.

"Greetings Wilbur," Eret raised a hand to wave. "I'll admit, I was slightly surprised by the offer to help but I greatly appreciate the company. Working in the museum can get quite lonely at times, but I understand why no one else is particularly keen on taking on the job. History is... an easy thing to get bogged down in sometimes."

"Yeah, I can imagine. You really haven't had any help with your collection though? This must have taken yea- months to collect." Wilbur was still struggling with the time difference but if Eret noticed anything about it, he wasn't about to point out the error.

"I've had the occasional help, but it's been mostly me I'm afraid. Karl was running a library a while back, so I was hopeful he could help, but he didn't really want to talk about the contents of any of the books, so I'm assuming they were all fictional. Ghostbur also had a fairly large collection of historical records and had been willing to help when I asked, but last I heard the records were all destroyed along with New L'Manburg and... well, you know..." Eret trailed off.

Wilbur sighed. It was clear from their expression Eret wanted to ask how much of Ghostbur still resided without seeming rude. Unfortunately if they were going to talk about past events in detail, Wilbur didn't have the liberty of lying in his answer, whether he'd wanted to or not. Fingers crossed Tommy was serious when he said he wasn't about to reconcile with Eret any time soon because this could go downhill quickly otherwise.

"Sorry to hear that. As much as I'd like to help you there, the ghost and I don't share a huge amount of memories. And if the records were part of a bad memory then from what I understand about him, I'm not about to have any recollection of them in the near future."

"I suspected as much. Considering how much Ghostbur distanced himself from his pre-death self, it makes sense that you would feel that same disconnect. It was just wishful thinking to hope you would remember some of the conversations I had with him, I suppose..." Eret said wistfully.

"Yeah, sorry," Wilbur responded, feeling awkward. He was well aware that people preferred Ghostbur wished he'd never been revived assumed they must share the same memories as the same core person and he'd used that to his advantage at times. Didn't make the inevitable disappointment any easier to deal with though. "Were the- um, the conversations important? I wasn't aware you'd spent time with him."

"Don't worry about it. It's just that last time we spoke he said... he said he forgave me. Even said he'd write another version of the L'Manburg anthem that didn't include me negatively." Eret laughed slightly at the memory before bringing herself back to the present. "That doesn't matter now though. You two are completely different people and I'm happy to keep working to regain your trust as I once did his. I'm not putting any pressure on you to pretend to be or feel differently in an attempt to be someone you no longer are."

"Um, thanks Eret..." Wilbur mumbled. All things considered the interaction went a lot better than it could have done, especially as he couldn't hear any hint of insincerity in Eret's voice. After smiling in return, they led Wilbur inside the museum, down the stairs to a lower level with several maps and a chest of carefully preserved items. Only a couple stood out to Wilbur immediately but it seemed likely that they all held some sort of sentimental value.

This was very quickly confirmed when Eret walked up to the chest Wilbur was already looking at, reaching into one next to it and taking out several stacks of glass, book podiums and armour stands.

"You can probably guess what we're doing, but I was thinking we could set up exhibitions along the back wall for the items in the chest you're looking at. Don't worry if you don't recognise them, I can add the important info afterwards, today's just about building a space for them," he explained.

Seemed straightforward enough. Grabbing some more stacks of supplies from the chest Eret had taken from, Wilbur carried them towards the assigned wall and, with a brief warning that if he struggled with memories of anything they could take breaks and try again another day, they got to work.

Once they got into it, the work was easy enough and they were able to maintain an easy silence throughout. Despite his misgivings about the monarch, this was the easiest Wilbur found to be himself in a while. Even while 'helping' Phil, his role became that of a performer, so it took a certain level of awareness that Wilbur wasn't the centre of attention to let any social guards down. Not to say that he was completely letting himself go, since there were walls he wasn't even willing to bring down on his own just yet. But despite it being labour, it felt like a nice break from everything.

Of course all good things come to an end and Eret inevitably tried to make conversation.

"So Wilbur, how are you spending your time nowadays? I assume you found living arrangements alright when you came back?"

While living in limbo had given Wilbur an appreciation of many simple aspects of life, small talk was definitely not one of those aspects. Still, when society tells you to do something like maintain said small talk, you comply.

"Yeah, nothing much. 'Been trying to talk to everyone, apologise and make amends. Something we're both familiar with, right?" Wilbur tried to joke but from the awkward silence that followed, it seemed he'd failed. Nevermind, worst comes to worst he could always (rightfully) blame it on the years lost to limbo with no socialising practice.

Wilbur coughed, "I've been living with Phil though, so thankfully no need to build a house or anything."

Eret nodded in response. "That's good to hear. I'm not sure I've seen Phil since the failed resurrection attempt but hopefully he's doing well."

Naturally, this quickly replaced the awkwardness Wilbur had previously been feeling with complete bafflement, as it would with anyone who heard the words 'failed resurrection attempt' come up in conversation. "...What?"

"I thought- nevermind. I thought you'd have at least felt the resurrection happening, but clearly we were nowhere near doing it correctly. It doesn't matter now though - it was quite a while ago."

"So... you were trying to revive me? How? What about Ghostbur?" Wilbur had seen the books scattered around Phil's house when he'd first moved in so it was obvious he'd been looking at revivals and life after death, but other than him and Dream it was easy to just assume everyone had (hopefully mourned and) moved on. But now he was hearing that other people had not only entertained the idea of reviving him, but had actually attempted to go through with it. That seemed... incomprehensible. Amazing, but incomprehensible.

"We gave it a go. It was Ghostbur that asked us to actually. I think he was sick of not remembering everything, but you'll have to talk to Phil to know more about that. We tried to recreate your... conversation with Phil in the control room. And everything that transpired directly following that. Unfortunately it only seemed to bring back Schlatt for a few minutes and then Ghostbur was exactly the same as he was before. Fundy and Ranboo helped as well, plus Tubbo was listening through Ranboo's communicator." Eret explained.

Huh. It seemed more people were involved than he could've imagined. Fundy and Phil made sense, since they were family, and Eret was still fulfilling his emotional debts, but Tubbo and Ranboo as well?

"Now that I think about it, there was an hour where Schlatt and I were slightly foggy," Wilbur said thoughtfully. "It felt weird but there wasn't anything beyond that to give context, so it was easier to move on. Nice to know you gave it a go though."

Since they were talking about a specific group of people though, it seemed like the perfect segue into something Wilbur had been wondering about for a while.

"By the way, have you spoken to Fundy recently? He's mentioned you a lot, but nothing he's said has sounded too recent."

Eret's expression wasn't visible, but seeing her tense up at the question made it seem like there was clearly something both of them had avoided mentioning.

"No, I haven't seen him for a long time. I've failed him twice now, so staying away seems as close to redemption as one can get in this scenario. Especially as..." Eret trailed off, clearly trying to avoid something they didn't think Wilbur wanted to hear.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but if you want to get whatever's on your mind out, you're welcome to."

Eret sighed, but continued reluctantly. "I may have... planned to adopt Fundy. We had it all planned out, but the day we were meant to be at the courthouse to complete the paperwork, I couldn't make it. Between that and the... situation now, it just doesn't seem appropriate for me to try approaching him again. All I can hope is he knows he can come to me if the need ever arises."

As surprising as the scenario was, it certainly explained a lot. Unfortunately it did leave Wilbur with a dilemma. He could give some empty responses and let the situation stay exactly as it is now, or he could encourage Eret to reach out and reconcile, risking Fundy abandoning him -all over again- -just like everyone else- in favour of a better parent figure. Considering this was Eret he was thinking about and the fears he already had, it would have seemed like an easy choice when he'd first been revived.

"Talk to Fundy," he said finally. "Avoiding him and hoping he approaches you first will only ensure you never rebuild whatever relationship you had before."

Eret looked at him, surprised at the response. Considering how hesitant he looked, Wilbur could easily have left the conversation there but continued regardless.

"You know as well as I do that most of the relationships I had before were... not in a good place. Trying to talk to the same people I once considered family hasn't been easy, but it seems to be working somehow? Not easily and certainly not quickly. But it's getting there, you know?"

"And I happy for you for that." Eret responded with a sad smile. "But, no offence, you've been away for so long and there was nothing you could do during that time to repair any of those bonds. Fundy and I... I've still been here, so there's no excuse not to have stepped up or made more of an effort."

This was going to be harder than Wilbur had thought. But maybe there was one more thing he could mention to convince her?

"Did you know he has a child now?"

That definitely got Eret's attention from whatever road their mind was currently going down.

"His name is Yoghurt. He's a mini menace, just like any toddler would be," Wilbur chuckled. "But considering he's being raised by Fundy, I'd expect nothing less. And even though I've clearly already taken the spot of the cool grandparent, I'm sure there's always room for another."

"I had no idea," Eret spoke quietly, more wistful now than hesitant. After a moment, they seemed to make up their mind. "They're living in Las Nevadas now, aren't they? Maybe... I should pay them a visit. Whenever I happen to be in the area next I mean."

Wilbur smiled, "Of course. I'm sure they'd both appreciate it. And as much as it may pain me to admit it, you seem to be doing a vaguely decent job as monarch right now and Yoghurt could do with a good influence."

"Thank you Wilbur. Really. I can't imagine any of this being easy for you, especially helping me of all people."

Alright, now that that was out of the way, the conversation had got far too serious and genuine, so clearly something needed to be done to lighten the subject.

"Hey, if you really want to make it up to me, just pretend I'm not here if you ever need people to pay taxes," Wilbur joked.

Eret laughed. "Don't worry, I've only attempted taxes once and that was aimed at Dream. I think I might have panicked Tubbo when I tried it though."

"Really, why?" Imagining the chaos that could have followed trying to tax one of the most powerful people on the server, Wilbur would have assumed Tubbo would be all for it.

"I made the announcement but must have forgotten that word gets around the server pretty quickly, because he ran up to me a couple of days after, saying something about why getting married would mean he would have to be taxed less."

Considering what Phil had already told him, Wilbur had a feeling he could see where this story was going. "How did you respond to that?" he asked, trying not to laugh.

"I told him I had neither the desire nor the ability to tax him since he was in his own area of the Greater SMP and that the same was true of Ranboo when Tubbo asked about him. I don't think he was very impressed by that for some reason," Eret frowned. "Not sure if anything happened after that, I'm assuming Tubbo just told Ranboo what I said and they both forgot about the situation."

"I can't say for sure, but I think they figured things out." Wilbur couldn't really say they were married now considering Phil's warning about letting the news get back to Techno, but it seemed like enough of an answer. Eret appeared to be satisfied with the comment.

"I hope so. I haven't seen either of them in a while but they both have good heads on their shoulders, so whatever they're doing, I'm sure it's doing well."

Somehow while they'd been talking, they seemed to have put up the final podiums and signs, leaving in a room full of spaces for the various monuments Eret wanted to put up. When she looked over at the box though, she just sighed and stretched.

"It's getting late. Putting the items in place can be a job for tomorrow, I think. Thank you for the help though! This would have taken at least a couple of days and felt like a week without you here to help and talk to."

From the expression on their face, it was clear Eret wasn't just thanking him for the manual labour.

Wilbur nodded in response. "Anytime. This wasn't as bad as I thought it might be, so if ever you need help again. I'm no Ghostbur but hopefully I'm good enough regardless."

"You're more than enough." Eret replied simply.

They both walked up the stairs and outside the museum, Eret walking in the direction of his castle but the look of determination indicating he might be walking a bit further than that.

This morning, Wilbur would have said Eret was safe to interact with because they both had things to prove and nothing had really changed. But now... maybe they were safe to interact with because they were both trying to prove themselves and in reality a lot had changed. It was a weird thought, but a welcome one, as Wilbur started to walk back home.

[found-family-my-beloved]

When it's time to sink or swim I always choose to do the backfloat

Fandom: Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo, Tommyinnit & Ranboo & Tubbo, Wilbur Soot & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Fundy, Wilbur Soot & Yoghurt, Fundy & Yoghurt (tags to be added in later chapters)

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Philza, Fundy, Yoghurt, Ranboo (mentioned), Tubbo (mentioned), Ghostbur (mentioned), Shroud the Spider (mentioned), Michael_Beloved (mentioned), Technoblade (mentioned), TipTup and Tiddy Pang (mentioned), other children on the server (mentioned) (tags to be added in later chapters)

Word count: 1437

Chapter: 3/6 - Fundy (First chapter/Previous chapter/Next chapter)

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Summary:

“Tubbo and Ranboo have been bugging me to bring him over for a play date with Michael since he's ‘pretty much my kid’ apparently. First off he's not my kid, he's a fuckin’ spider, and even if he was, my Shroud would be far too good to have to make the trek all the way over to that snowy shithole for a playdate.”

Wilbur stopped pacing and stared at Tommy, who had gone back to rifling through chests again. Oh shit.

“Michael?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Or "the 4 things Wilbur finds out about the _Beloved family through others + the 2 things he finds out about them directly"

Author's notes:

Well, today has definitely been a day! The fact we got Tubbo, Techno and Eret versus Sam, the Manatreed reveal, a non-canon Tales, and Sam and Dream lore all in one day is wild, especially with the promise of more to come! Definitely January 2021 vibes. Anyway, while I wasn't quite prepared enough with my timings to make this chapter relevant, the next chapter may focus on someone who did lore today, which is something to look forward to. In the meantime, enjoy!

At first things with Fundy had been pretty awkward, like they were meeting for the first time if not worse. How could they not? Wilbur didn't exactly help his case by finding literally everyone else to talk and apologise to before his own son. But by some miracle, Fundy seemed willing to spend time together in hopes they could fix at least some of the trust that had been previously shattered. And that was amazing!

To make things even better, Fundy had asked Wilbur to come and visit him in Las Nevadas this time around rather than a neutral area (or as neutral as a place could be in a server chock-a-block with memories). It was a bit of a hassle trying to get to Fundy's area without bumping into anyone, but from the sounds of the mumbling coming from the house, Wilbur assumed they must be as nervous as each other.

Except that as soon as Fundy opened the front door, it became clear that the mumbling hadn't just been for his own benefit. While Wilbur had been expecting Fundy to be wearing a suit similar to Quackity's (his son had always been impressionable whether Wilbur liked it or not), he hadn't been expecting the baby carrier strapped to his front with a white fox head poking out.

Wilbur blinked, any previous ideas of how to greet his son vanishing from his mind. "Oh! Um... Did I come at a bad time? You seem fairly occupied already."

Fundy looked equally as awkward about the entire interaction but did a relatively good job at composing himself nonetheless. "Actually I thought it was best to get this out of the way sooner rather than later. I know I haven't talked a lot about my life in Las Nevadas but this... this is my son! His name is Yoghurt."

Seeing that Wilbur was still struggling with what to say, he looked down to the smaller fox to address him instead. "Yoghurt, this is Wilbur, your grandpa! He's been... ill? For a while. So please be gentle with him?"

This hadn't really aligned with Wilbur's expectations for today, but finding out your son has continued your legacy you have a grandson is nothing but good news. He knelt down slightly to make eye contact with Yoghurt, speaking to him softly.

"Hey Yoghurt! I'm assuming I'm the first Wilbur to meet you so it's a pleasure! I'm sure you take after your father, huh?"

It became clear at this moment that Yoghurt, not old enough to understand words just yet, had become more fixated on the fluffiness of Wilbur's hair, as he stretched his little hands as far as they could go in an attempt to grab it.

"Yoghurt, what did I just tell you? That's not how we treat old people!" Fundy whined, but Wilbur just chuckled at the attempt, gently taking hold of both hands and moving them away.

"Definitely just like your father then," he teased while Fundy just grumbled in embarrassment. He continued to grumble as he led Wilbur inside, but the interaction had definitely left both of them more relaxed with each other than before.

"So does Yoghurt have another parent?" Wilbur asked as Fundy sat the toddler in the middle of a ring of toys.

"Nah, I adopted him! Back before I joined Las Nevadas actually, so it was just him and me for a while. Still feels like it sometimes, but at least with other kids around the server playdates are always an option for him."

Wilbur chose not to acknowledge his son clearly struggling to spend time with people and instead focused on the last thing he said. "Yeah, now that I think about it, there seems to be loads of kids popping up on the server. A whole new generation of Dream SMP citizens..."

"Yeah! It's pretty nice having Foolish in Las Nevadas as well, since Yoghurt gets to bond with Finley and Junior. Plus there's Shroud, Michelle and- probably some others I can't remember..." Fundy finished weakly.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. "I know about Michael if that's what you're worried about." From the immediate exhale Fundy gave, he was clearly right in his assumption.

"Ohh, thank god. Do you know how fucking terrifying Tubbo and Ranboo can be when you say or do the wrong thing? All I did was say they could do with taking him outside once in a while and they looked like they were gonna murder me and kicked me out of the house!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air baffled.

Considering Fundy's track record of being 'completely innocent' in everything he does, Wilbur just snorted. It did sound slightly concerning though. "You mean they don't let him leave the house ever? That can't be healthy."

"That's what I said! I get that he's a zombie piglin so probably has health stuff that doesn't let him stay in the snow for too long, but surely he was out there long enough for them to transport him to the house, right? They tried to justify it by saying he'll have an indoor-outdoor area in that mansion of theirs, but it's been months now and they just keep building things together like that shitty outpost while living where they were before."

That was a lot of info and Wilbur hadn't even been intending to pry this time. That makes it less of a privacy invasion, right? Still, he hadn't really thought about the kind of child Michael was but the idea of a goat hybrid and a half-enderman half-something having a child who is a zombie piglin was definitely unusual. Not that he was one to talk.

"I just hope at some point they let him spend time with the other kids." Fundy continued, "They said I was his cousin and Phil was his grandpa, so it would be nice for Michael and Yoghurt to have relatives their own age to spend time with. Not that family ties are particularly strong on this server, but you know what I mean, right?"

Either Ghostbur's memories were deciding to be really helpful or really difficult, because Wilbur was able to picture the piglin sat in a room with just two chickens, an image interspersed with scenes of rain and snowstorms, stone corridors of buttons and windy beaches. Wilbur could only place one of those scenes and it wasn't one he particularly cared to focus on for too long, so clearly it was time to move the subject along.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. This server can be a pretty dangerous place so their concern isn't entirely unfounded, but isolation can be a dangerous thing, especially the longer it continues." Unfortunately this seemed to have the opposite effect of moving the subject along as it just seemed to remind Fundy also of times long gone from the way he froze up.

Luckily for both of them, Fundy's attention immediately shifted when Yoghurt started crying, the older fox instinctively grabbing a tub of mashed berries and a small spoon from the side. Wilbur just watched the feeding, Fundy clearly having everything under control.

"You know, I probably didn't say it enough before I died and it probably doesn't mean as much from me now, but I'm really proud of you, Fundy." As soon as Wilbur said those words, Fundy almost dropped the tub but managed to save himself just in time. Wilbur wasn't really sure if this was a positive or negative reaction, so just continued.

"I'm serious, man! We may not have seen eye-to-eye on things in the past, but you've really stepped up and taken responsibility in life. Raising a kid is fucking hard but you're a natural at it! And while I don't necessarily agree with your choice to live in Quackity's place, you're an adult and if it's good for you and Yoghurt to live here then I have no reason to complain."

If Fundy seemed slightly misty-eyed or had to take a second before he answered, Wilbur wasn't about to comment. "Thanks Dad... But you know, just because I'm that good at acting it doesn't mean I'm perfect at being a dad. So if you wanted to come round and help every so often, I think that would be okay?"

Wilbur smiled softly. "Fundy, there's nothing I'd like more."

Their relationship was far from healed and there was still a lot more that needed addressing before it could be healed, but this definitely seemed like a start. For both of them, the light at the end of the tunnel finally seemed to be in reach.

[found-family-my-beloved]

When it's time to sink or swim I always choose to do the backfloat

Fandom: Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo, Tommyinnit & Ranboo & Tubbo, Wilbur Soot & Philza (tags to be added in later chapters)

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Philza, Ranboo (mentioned), Tubbo (mentioned), Ghostbur (mentioned), Shroud the Spider (mentioned), Michael_Beloved (mentioned), Technoblade (mentioned), TipTup and Tiddy Pang (mentioned) (tags to be added in later chapters)

Word count: 1207

Chapter: 2/6 - Phil (Previous chapter/Next chapter)

AO3

Summary:

“Tubbo and Ranboo have been bugging me to bring him over for a play date with Michael since he's ‘pretty much my kid’ apparently. First off he's not my kid, he's a fuckin’ spider, and even if he was, my Shroud would be far too good to have to make the trek all the way over to that snowy shithole for a playdate.”

Wilbur stopped pacing and stared at Tommy, who had gone back to rifling through chests again. Oh shit.

“Michael?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Or "the 4 things Wilbur finds out about the _Beloved family through others + the 2 things he finds out about them directly"

Author's notes:

You can tell I'm posting this close to midnight by the fact I forgot to put any notes or anything on the original ao3 chapter. Hope people didn't find Wilbur's lore reading too difficult - as a tubbling it was definitely eventful to listen to! It probably doesn't need saying, but the thoughts and feelings of c!Wilbur in this probably won't entirely reflect the now canonically written version. Hope you enjoy anyway! Kudos and comments are always appreciated.

It was weird living with his father again after so many years, almost like he’d woken up and the Dream SMP, L'manburg and Pogtopia had all been a dream. Being once again surrounded by his father's murder of crows and irregular mumbling was a welcome distraction, but the freezing temperatures, constant railway ambiance in the back of his mind and random Enderman neighbour were all very effective at dragging him back to reality.

Having a rent that was just spending time with said random Enderman neighbour was a bit weird but at least it meant Wilbur could spend less time wasted mining and more time doing productive things like watching Philza Minecraft upgrade his farm and coming up with characters to entertain him. He had just finished regaling Phil with the tales of a character he dubbed ‘Tiddy Pang’ when Ranboo left his house, waving as he walked past.

In all honesty Wilbur had almost forgotten the conversation he'd had with Tommy and, having no idea who to ask for more information anyway, it had seemed easiest to just brush it under the rug until it inevitably blew up in his face. But since it came to mind and Tommy didn't seem to have a particularly close relationship with Phil, he thought he might as well try his luck asking.

Once Ranboo was no longer in sight, Wilbur turned to where Phil was fiddling with the machine and said, “Y'know, I was talking to Tommy the other day and he mentioned Michael. Do you know know much about him?”

Phil looked up from where he was working. “Ranboo and Tubbo's kid? Yeah, he seems nice enough. They took Fundy and I to meet him a while back, though they weren't too keen on our suggestions that maybe he shouldn’t be stuck in the attic.”

Wilbur frowned. Alright, that was... something to think about later. Before he could inquire further though, Phil continued.

“While we're on the topic, quick word of warning, you might not want to bring up Michael in front of Techno. He doesn't have a great relationship with Tubbo so Ranboo worries he'd throw a fit if he found out they were married, let alone had a child.”

He began nodding in agreement before pausing as he comprehended the last sentence. “They're married? I thought it was just a co-parenting thing.”

“Nah, they got everything out of the way at once I think. I’m pretty sure they said something about Michael not even being their son until they decided to get married.”

Huh. Wilbur was pretty glad he chose Phil to ask for more details because, regardless of how much the blue fucker had known, there was no way Tommy was giving away more information about about duo than he was (incorrectly) certain Wilbur knew. The general lack of trust across the server sucked – how could it not? Especially after everything he’d done for them and how long he'd waited to see the sun again. But having the trust of his father (even after admitting he’d lied in his letters for some reason) is better than having nothing.

“Speaking of Ranboo,” Phil said after a couple of moments of silence, “I think he left a box upstairs by your bed. ‘Might want to check that out at some point.”

Wilbur knew exactly the one he was talking about. How could he not when he'd been trying to avoid looking at it every time he needed to go to sleep? At first it was because of the feeling of disgust that rose every time he thought of the (ridiculously politically indifferent) ender-hybrid; now it was just because whatever was inside could probably wait until tomorrow (even if tomorrow never came).

But it was an easy exit from the conversation before Phil started asking questions and Wilbur’s relationship with Ranboo was currently not-negative enough that he might as well start putting effort in beyond the bare minimum.

“Yeah, I keep forgetting to open it. ‘Might as well do that now, if there’s nothing you need help with.”

Phil snorted, giving him a fond look. “Wil, you’ve literally been watching me work the entire time. If I need any help, I’ll be sure to message though.”

“Well clearly you didn’t appreciate TipTup and his top tips enough then! It’s fine though, I can see when I’m not wanted…” Wilbur lamented, waltzing towards the house with Phil only laughing in response.

As he climbed the ladder, Wilbur had briefly tried to predict what would be in the chest, if only to take slightly longer with the task than he strictly needed to. Of course, the result of this was that he was completely unsurprised to open the chest to a notebook. While he personally hadn’t seen Ranboo carrying any books around recently, Tommy had certainly complained about ‘Boobboy’s memory books’ enough to make up for the lack of observation in that area. This book in particular only had a couple of pages, clearly too long a message to be written on signs while also being short enough that if Wilbur was ever in need of spare paper in the near future, it would be readily on hand.

Reading it, it was probably for the best he had waited until after they had gotten to know each other. Most of it had already been covered in the conversations while starting the burger van and, while speech made it clear Ranboo’s words had been sincere, Wilbur would have instantly felt patronised to see them written down in this way initially. Thankfully though, completely putting off issues and only addressing them when avoiding other problems still seemed to be a successful way of living.

Considering there wasn’t anything in the notebook Wilbur didn’t know, he was happy to just put it back in the box and forget about it. It was long enough by now that a direct response to the letter would just be weird - if he felt a particular desire to bring it up when he next spoke to his neighbour, he could do so.

However, just as he was about to close the book, he noticed… something. The way Ranboo signed his name specifically. Nothing to do with his handwriting of course, though another reason Wilbur was glad he waited to read the letter was because his past self would have instantly labelled it as pretentious. It’s just that he could have sworn Ranboo had said something about his surname being ‘Beloved’, but here it was written slightly differently.

‘Ranboo_Beloved’

It wasn’t difficult for him to connect the dots, though it was interesting that Ranboo was initially rather open about the marriage (or at least was comfortable enough in his role as a married man that writing his new surname wasn’t a conscious decision), before choosing to go back to his original family name. Maybe it was Wilbur asking him about his relationship with Tubbo that made him more conscious? Who knows.

Either way, if the next time he saw Tubbo or Ranboo, he noticed the indent of a ring on a necklace under both of their shirts? Well, some things are better left ignored for now, especially if he’s not trusted enough for them to be shared willingly.

[found-family-my-beloved]

When it's time to sink or swim I always choose to do the backfloat

Fandom: Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo, Tommyinnit & Ranboo & Tubbo, Wilbur Soot & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Fundy, Wilbur Soot & Yoghurt, Fundy & Yoghurt, Wilbur Soot & Eret, Eret & Fundy (mentioned), Ranboo & Wilbur Soot (tags to be added in later chapters)

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Philza, Fundy, Yoghurt, Eret, Ranboo (mentioned), Tubbo (mentioned), Ghostbur (mentioned), Shroud the Spider (mentioned), Michael_Beloved (mentioned), Technoblade (mentioned), TipTup and Tiddy Pang (mentioned), other children on the server (mentioned) (tags to be added in later chapters)

Word count: 1646

Chapter: 5/6 - Ranboo..? (First chapter/Previous chapter/Next chapter)

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Summary:

“Tubbo and Ranboo have been bugging me to bring him over for a play date with Michael since he's ‘pretty much my kid’ apparently. First off he's not my kid, he's a fuckin’ spider, and even if he was, my Shroud would be far too good to have to make the trek all the way over to that snowy shithole for a playdate.”

Wilbur stopped pacing and stared at Tommy, who had gone back to rifling through chests again. Oh shit.

“Michael?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Or "the 4 things Wilbur finds out about the _Beloved family through others + the 2 things he finds out about them directly"

Author's notes:

We're onto the +2 part of the story! Reminder that this is canon divergent from around the stream Tubbo joined Las Nevadas with Tubburger, so Hitting on 16 and anything after those streams probably won't apply here! I'm going off that one interaction with Foolish over the shulker box deal for characterisation.

Admittedly there was gonna be a chapter between Eret's and this chapter focusing on Puffy and Wilbur going to therapy but I didn't really have enough to write it other than an intro. If there's a particular want for it, I'm happy to try again and post it some time in the future.

There's also a brief mention of languages and I need people to know that I did so much googling about minecraft linguistics only to find an unfortunately small amount on ender. But I did find someone who made a conlang (an artificially created language) for Middle Ender which was really cool so I'm leaving it here!

"Y'know, I heard something interesting the other day."

While the statement alone should have sounded like a pretty normal conversation starter, there was something about the tone Ranboo used that made Wilbur freeze. Maybe it was the purple particles that seemed to be popping up around him or maybe it was the fact the seemingly innocent tone didn't sound quite as genuine as it usually did.

"Oh? What was that?"

The fact that Ranboo turned to him and leaned on the counter, trying to make an alarming amount of eye contact did nothing to ease his nerves.

"I was talking to Tommy and he mentioned that he had been complaining about Tubbo's insistence on a playdate between Shroud and Michael to you. He assured me that you already met Michael as Ghostbur so it was fine, but that you 'briefly forgot who he was before remembering'. Is this conversation ringing any bells?"

Shit. Wilbur should have known this would all come back to bite him in the arse eventually. He was just hoping for a miracle and a sudden increase in memories before it happened.

"It... might do? Sometimes things take a second to come back, right? You know how memories are." Wilbur was hoping he'd seem relatable and be able to get off easy, but judging by the unimpressed look on Ranboo's face, that was very much not the case.

"Cut the crap Wilbur. Do you actually have any of Ghostbur's memories? And believe me, I'll know if you're lying and it won't help this conversation go smoothly."

Well that was one possible response out the window, especially as it was difficult to judge the best approach when Ranboo was acting so differently. Puffy had said if he wanted to convince people he'd changed he would have to prove it through actions though, so might as well give it a shot. Even if doing so talking to one of Tommy's best friends was a risk.

"I suppose his memories could be described more like occasional flashes of deja vu... rather than actual memories..." Wilbur said reluctantly.

Ranboo sighed, only breaking eye contact to briefly close his eyes in disappointment. "Do you want to know why I took on this job? The actual answer, not just the one I would use to be polite.”

Wilbur nodded slowly against his better judgement.

“Because Tubbo said that he could forgive you, but he couldn't trust you. Believe me, I hated what I saw in that conversation on the anniversary and if I'd been able to, I would have spoken up then."

"So why didn't you?" Wilbur couldn't stop himself from asking. Because this conversation is a far reach from one he would usually have with Ranboo and while the platitudes and the masking were nice, he got the feeling this would be one of the few times he could actually hear what Ranboo was thinking.

"...Among other things," Ranboo said after thinking for a moment, "It wouldn't have helped Tubbo. On the anniversary of his country, the last thing he needs is his husband yelling at his predecessor. So instead I thought I could protect him in another way. If you did genuinely change and showed that you could continue to be better, then there would be someone around to see that progress if I worked here. On the other hand, if you showed that change was too difficult for you... I could keep you as far away from my family as possible."

Wilbur involuntarily shivered. He'd had to hold back from correcting Ranboo about it being his country, but Tubbo clearly loved L'Manburg as much as Wilbur had. He wasn't entirely prepared to admit that Tubbo had maybe loved it even more, just that they had used that love in different ways. Wilbur had used that love to destroy it when things went too far; Tubbo had used that love to rebuild it, maybe even improve it.

Now though he was glad he hadn't said anything, because despite the lack of detail, that vague threat had been kinda fucking terrifying. Ranboo clearly knew it had had the intended effect as well.

"Listen," the half-enderman sighed and spoke a bit softer, more like he’d usually sound, "I can see you're trying. You've been spending time with everyone, helping or just talking to them, and things have been going well. But one thing Tubbo and I decided when we started working for you and Quackity was that Michael was not gonna come into anything relating to Paradise Burgers or Las Nevadas. You may not have intentionally found out about him from Tommy but we've spoken to both Fundy and Phil. Digging into the topic more is crossing a line. If you want to ask questions, ask one of us and we will decide what information we want to share with you."

Wilbur nodded. "I understand. I was so caught up in making sure Tommy wouldn't find out that I had no memories that I crossed boundaries and for that I am sorry."

"Good," Ranboo didn't seem happy but at least seemed a bit less stressed now that Wilbur had apologised. "Tubbo and I won't tell Tommy, partly because it's not our place, but you should really consider telling him yourself. I know what it's like to keep a lack of memories hidden from other people, either because they'll worry more or simply because it's convenient. But the longer you leave it, the worse it's going to be when he eventually finds out. Besides, Tommy went through a lot while you were gone. Let him tell you what's happened rather than assuming you already know about it and just don't care."

Wilbur hadn't thought about that, but Ranboo was right. He'd heard about a second exile and remembered something about a beach, but that was the extent of it. And clearly something pretty dramatic happened for Dream to go from this almighty power on the server to being stuck in prison. But more importantly...

Wilbur sighed. "Tommy's really changed hasn't he? Sure he pretends everything's the same but there's something... different there. He's still loud and annoying, but maybe there's more of an awareness there now?"

"He's a lot more intelligent than you give him credit for, y'know. Heck, he's been teaching us basic piglin recently so we can communicate easier with Michael, which hasn't been easy! At least Ender uses similar sounds to common..." Ranboo grumbled but Wilbur was more stuck on the fact his brother had learnt a whole new language since he'd been gone. Or maybe he'd known it the entire time? Maybe Techno had been around often enough before L'Manburg fell that Tommy had picked it up without saying anything.

"I had no idea." Wilbur admitted. Ranboo didn't look surprised at the admission but decided not to press the subject further.

"Also if you want to talk about your memory problems more, Karl and I have meetups every few weeks. Sometimes he needs to reschedule at the last minute, so it's not completely set times, but we spend most of the meetup talking about any potential memory retaining methods we've found, realising they're pretty useless and then just complaining about things. It doesn't do much for the memories, but it's just nice to be around someone who gets it. If you want to join, I can make a note and let you know when we've arranged something?"

"That would be really nice." Wilbur said, perking up a bit at the new topic. "I don't think I've heard anything about Karl since I've got back, besides the fact that Quackity looks ready to murder someone if he or Sapnap are mentioned."

Ranboo winced. "Yeah, Karl's pretty happy to talk about his fiancees but since Sapnap's the only one he spends constant time with, he needs a bit of prompting to remember Quackity. It's pretty sad, but there isn't really anything either of us can do, since Karl doesn't want people knowing about his memory issues and Quackity isn't likely to believe either of us anyway."

A few brief images of Phil and Tommy came to mind as Wilbur nodded in understanding, some more recognisable than others. If anyone could relate to the fear of people treating you differently for having memory issues though, it was him.

"Anyway, I'll send you a message when I've spoken to Karl. It's getting late though, so I'm gonna head on out. And you've got a lot to think about!" Ranboo turned and started walking towards the door, when Wilbur suddenly called out to him.

"Hold on! I just quickly wanted to ask..." Wilbur waited until Ranboo had turned around again to face him. "I... know there's a reason you started this conversation and I still have a long way to go. And I'm going to improve, that I can promise! But... if there ever comes a time where you think I've improved enough and Tubbo maybe starts trusting me again, is there any chance I could meet Michael? As me this time, rather than Ghostbur."

From the expression on Ranboo's face, he could already guess what the answer was going to be, but it was worth asking. But rather than immediately dismiss him, Ranboo thought for a second before sighing.

"We'll see. If it really seems like things are improving and Tubbo feels comfortable then maybe. But don't get your hopes up," Ranboo responded.

Wilbur nodded. A reluctant maybe was as good as it was going to get, so no point in pushing. If nothing else he appreciated the honesty.

"Okay. See you tomorrow, Ranboo! Another busy day of work coming up!" Wilbur tried to joke.

Ranboo gave a small smile. It was more polite than genuine but was better than nothing. "Yeah, see you tomorrow, Wilbur."

And with that, he was gone, Wilbur left alone with his thoughts once more.