#Butler Until Midnight Headcanons

[eemoo1o-animoo]

I think Claude would appreciate The Picture of Dorian Gray.

[kavvehs]

𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐈’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

you must be following me to participate! new and current followers are welcome <3

please only choose one (1) of the three (3) options. mutuals can choose the special bundle if they so desire.

entries will be accepted until december 15th. all gifts will be queued to be delivered on december 25th.

please only select one fandom!

writing for : akame ga kill, black butler, breath of the wild, code geass, darling in the franxx, final fantasy vii / xv, fe3h, k/da, kill la kill, mystic messenger, nier replicant / automata, persona 5 / royal, soul eater, yu-gi-oh! (dm + gx only).

all original asks will not be published for the sake of your privacy! they’re for my eyes only.

never be apologetic for long entries! i’d vastly prefer one with lots of info bc it’s much easier to work with!

entries can be platonic, familial, or romantic but you must specify what you’d like!

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𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐏𝐒

these are your typical matchups — you supply information about yourself you’re comfortable with sharing and i pair you with a character from a designated fandom!

you’ll receive a small aesthetic moodboard with your match.

please send in : fandom, your personality, likes, dislikes, hobbies, what you find attractive in a person, gender preference for your matchup, and if there are any characters you don’t want to be matched with.

please do not send : enneagram, myers-briggs type, wizard house, a picture of yourself, birthday / astral sign. i don’t know what to do with that!

pls specify if you’re an adult / minor if your blog doesn’t say so already so i can assign you the proper character.

please remember that all matchups are based off of personal opinion and what you’re willing to share with me! they may not be 100% accurate and are done for fun.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

— send me a bit of information about your selfship + a word prompt and you’ll receive headcanons centered around the two of you during the winter season!

— please send : info about your self insert (how they know your f/o, etc.), your chosen f/o, tropes (enemies to lovers, coffee shop au, etc.), and anything else you think i should know!

— word prompts are, but not limited to : mistletoe | fireplace | hot cocoa | celebration | warmth | snowman | baking | presents | ice skating | holiday songs | sledding | ugly sweaters

— these will primarily be sfw, but i can try to include suggestive content at your request! 18+ only, age must be visible.

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘

— similarly to matchups, send me a bit about you and i’ll match you with someone you may not usually selfship with!!

— please provide the same information as a regular matchup.

— please specify if there are characters you don’t wish to be matched with.

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄

— mutuals only (sorry!)

— you’ll receive a MERRY MATCHUP, SELFSHIP SNOW ANGEL, and a MIDNIGHT MYSTERY + my love and support /p

— pls provide the necessary info described above <3

— if one doesn’t strike your fancy, you’re welcome to mention that you’d like it excluded!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND STAY SAFE !

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

What makes Jack Howl a team strawberry member?

*please read this if you need context: Strawberry: 2 Lines & A Circle : An in-depth description: Strawberry (tumblr.com)

Let's just talk about Jack’s tsundere side for a moment, I mean have you seen how cute it is! I honestly think he pulls off being a cute tsundere just right. Which is why he was placed in team strawberry, where there is a balance of tartness and cuteness. Not to mention how Jack carries a much more innocent view of love. In Ace’s ghost marriage personal story he says how he is waiting for his soul mate or his one love since wolves only have one love for life. Which is very cute of him to say. Also the kindness that he displays is special to a strawberry as Jack won’t seek you out to pay him back(another trait of team strawberry).

So if you’re a fan of tsundere boys then let me introduce you to Ayato from My Last First Kiss, Yuma from Butler Until Midnight, and Seiji Goto from Her Love in the Force.

Ayato is someone who has no trouble being a tease and is open, which is a quality I feel that Jack shares with him. This can be seen when he offers his dorm for the MC as well as his help, though I’m not sure if Jack would grow up to be a tease.

Yuma is recommended for those who like things wild and wild in the sense of story as his route will be a wild ride.

Goto is for the ones who want a more mature but cute man. 

To know more about them check out the prologue here: 

My last first kiss: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MseHVqwAUEc&list=PL4NQUCRKB7P8tUI0_bU2MhOT5FCP73aEO&index=29 

Butler Until midnight: Butler Until Midnight Prologue 

Her Love in the Force: Her Love In The Force Prologue 

Interested in finding out if he’s your match? Then feel free to participate in these events! They won’t end till I’m tired of seeing their beautiful faces! 

Tell me: 2 Lines & A Circle : Tell me about yourself! (tumblr.com)

Feelings in a letter: 2 Lines & A Circle : Feelings in a letter (tumblr.com)

Not so perfect: 2 Lines & A Circle : A not so perfect random date/hang out headcanon: (tumblr.com)

All Games can be found on the app Love 365. Available for the google app store and android. 

[crimson-violets]

The Black Butler Characters as songs

Sebastian: Rats~ Motionless in White

Ciel: Johnny’s Revenge ~ Crown the Empire

Grell: Pretty Little Psycho (nightcore version) ~ Young Nightcore

Undertaker: Carolyn ~ Black Veil Brides (The song was originally about BVB guitarist Jake Pitt’s mother passing away but I feel like it could fit his relationship with Cloudia Phantomhive when she eventually passed away. It could have been romantic as he has her picture in one of his mourning lockets that he wore up until the Campania arc)

Ronald: Die4u~ Bring Me The Horizon (While Ronald might be a flirt and party animal I believe that maybe his suicide and him becoming a reaper had to do with someone he loved deeply only to have his heart broken by this person. It was a toxic kind of love though as the song kind of depicts a toxic love bombing relationship between two people. I think that could be why Ronald is a flighty person. Since that relationship leading to his demise, he has trouble with trust and opening his heart to others. I ship him and Grell though. <3 I feel like Grell would be understanding towards him regarding her own demise and trauma and accept him as he is broken pieces and all. And unfortunately while the anime had him misgendering her (we can’t have nice things ;( ) I headcanon him seeing Grell as a whole ass woman and being an active listener and shoulder to cry on. He would definitely accept her too. Lengthy explanation I know… I hope I phrased things correctly :/ )

Hannah: I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend ~ Girl in Red (self explanatory)

Madam Red: Mirrors ~ PVRIS (I think this song has Redcliff vibes. <3 Grell is a mousy butler by day and a radiant af supernatural being at night. The lyric saying “Darling don’t be so shy I’ll see you at midnight,” I think suggests by day Grell is just a butler that Madam Red yells at and bosses around as a cover but by midnight they’re lovers on a killing spree. Then when morning comes Grell is back to mousy butler mode and they have to play the part of servant and royalty. And in the morning, Madam Red waits for a secret rendezvous with her goregous reaper at nighttime and so on and so on. Also Madam Red knows Grell’s true nature as a grim reaper and that she’s not human and dead inside as the song keeps saying. Yet she can’t resist Grell despite her lover killing her in the end over her not wanting to kill her own nephew.)

Mey Rin: Brown Eyes ~ Lady Gaga

Lizzy: Pretty in Pink ~ Scene Queen (imagine this playing during her badass moment where she slaughters the undead)

Nina: She’s So Lovely ~ The Butchies

Rachel: Prom Queen ~ Molly Kate Kestner

Vincent: Skeletons ~ New Years Day

Finny: Teenagers ~ My Chemical Romance

Bard: Last Resort ~ Papa Roach

Claude: Hatefuck ~ Motionless in White

Alois ~ Idk…The bumble bee song on Tik Tok

Aaaaaand I’m done because I’m tired and while bed time is aways away, I’m all set with this post and whoever I didn’t include will be on future posts. ;) Stay hydrated and chill.

[truelovevoltage]

BUM: Taking Care Of You (Before and After Pregnancy)

“Anonymous said: Hi could you do a scenario where the BUM guys (Yuma,itzuki) take care of mc while she is pregnant and after pregnancy when they take care of their baby. Thanks a lot 🌹” 

Yuma Akagi

When he found out you were pregnant he was ecstatic. He couldn’t wait to become a Dad. You know that he’s going to be a great Dad and that you didn’t need to worry about anything. But he can be over protective sometimes. 

There was one scenario where you wanted to go down the stair and have breakfast with your Father but Yuma was up and early and carried you bridal style downstairs. It was quite embarrassing but your Father liked how he’s treating you like a Queen. “Yuma I’m pregnant. I can still walk. Plus I’m only eight weeks pregnant.”

“Sorry no can do Y/N. Knowing how clumsy you are, you could slip and fall down the stairs.” 

Your Father could only laugh at your current situation. He tried to take your side but he’s just like Yuma, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to his unborn grandchild. It’s two against one, there’s  no way you were going to win. 

You thought that he was being overprotective during your pregnancy was too much, man you were wrong. Once the nine months have passed he went and baby proofed the house. He made sure that you had a comfortable pillow to sleep in and a pillow for your arm when you’re breastfeeding. 

He was very attentive, he would help you get up in the morning and whenever your baby cries, he would tell you to go back to sleep and that he’ll take care of your baby. You were thankful that he’s such a very understanding partner and you know that the two of you will shower your baby with lots of love. “Don’t worry little one, I got you. Mommy and I are here.” He cooed as he tried to calm your baby down. 

Itsuki Matsuba

The moment that you broke the news to him he almost fainted. At first you were upset because he probably didn’t like the new but once he regained consciousness he told you that it was the opposite. He was too excited and fainted on the spot. 

“Thank you Y/N, you’ve made me the happiest man on Earth today.” He kissed your lips and rubbed your belly. “Hey little one, I know you probably can’t hear be yet but I’m your Dad and I will take care of you and your Mom.”

During your pregnancy there were a lot of things that he didn’t allow you to do such as staying overtime at your work place, taking more shifts and changing your diet. You knew that he’s just looking out for you and that he didn’t want you to be stressed or anything, and about the diet part, you knew that he’s doing it to keep you and your baby healthy. He wanted the both of you to be strong. 

He’d make sure that you’d eat in the morning even if it’s something light, you’re eating for two now therefore you can’t skip the most important meal of the day. In all honesty he just didn’t want you to feel nauseous at work or pass out due to skipping breakfast, sure skipping breakfast was fine when it was just you but you now have to consider the baby inside of you. But ever since he walked into your life, you never skip breakfast anymore. 

He took such good care of you during your pregnancy. He was there from the beginning and he was now going to see his baby. When your baby came out you thought he was going to faint just like how he fainted when you broke the new to him but he didn’t, he was crying instead. “Hi there Little One, we’ve been waiting for you.” He cooed. 

“Thank you Y/N for bringing our baby into the world, I know how hard it must’ve been for you.” He kissed your forehead and then leaving you to rest. 

Wherever Itsuki went, he brought your child he wanted to spend all his time with your child he didn’t care what he was doing as long as it was safe and easy for your child, of course nothing too dangerous. 

You know that he’s going to be the type of dad that’ll spoil his child with all of his love. 

[nightowlfandom]

Yuma Akagi (Butler Until Midnight)- Taking Proper Measures

PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE (requests currently pending so don’t expect a request to be done right away)

Girl listen to me...I don’t even know if I was all the way here while I was typing.

81- You look so...inviting all tied up.

82- You’re so good at taking orders. I wonder what else you’re good at.

84- What’s the word I’m looking for? Pet!

92- How do you expect me to focus when you’re practically begging for me to come over there and show you who you belong to??

99- Oh don’t stop because of me, you looked so cute dancing around.

Leggo!

...

It felt good to be home alone. You could just run free and be yourself instead of under a microscope by your peers. The best part of being along was being able to jump around to your favorite songs. It was quite a literal take on ‘dance like no one’s watching’ because they weren’t. Or so you thought. (Totally made up lyrics btw)

“and girl! You know you’re the one and I want you to be mine! Because I can’t eat or sleep without you, babe! Cuz you! you’re so kawaii and I, no I can’t deny that you are the love of my liiiffee!” you sang out loud. “Baby I can’t live without you, that’s right!!” you jumped around to the cheesy pop song. “Because your mine!!” You pointed to a teddy bear what was sitting on the counter on your vanity.  

You began dancing in front of the mirror, singing the lyrics into your reflection. 

What you didn’t realize was that Yuma, smirking in all his glory was standing in the door frame arms crossed as he watched your shake your butt to the music he couldn’t hear. He figured he would be patient and wait for you.

When you saw him in the mirror, you almost screamed. He was just standing there, clapping his hands ever so slowly.

“Aw, don’t stop because of me...You look so adorable dancing around the way you do.” he said, uncrossing his arms. That smile never left his face. You quickly yanked off your headphones and threw them on the bed.

“W-what are you doing here! You said you were going shopping today!” you stammered.

“Yes, an hour ago.” he chuckled. “I’m just glad I made it back in time to to enjoy the performance. Might I say your taste in music is laughable.” he teased.

“Shut up.”you groaned, crossing your arms. You attempted to walk around him, sighing only to be stopped by his arm blocking your path. 

“Now, now. No need to be so hostile.” he smirked even wider. “While I was going to tend to my duties, I saw how. Just how do you expect me to focus when you’re practically begging for me to come over there and show you who you belong to?”

“Well you could start by not spying on me.” you crossed your arms, turning your head. “It’s embarrassing.” you stared down at your shoes.

“I think it’s absolutely adorable.” he hummed. “You surely seemed to be having fun from the way you were moving your body.” 

The comment alone caused you you heat up. “S-shush!”

“Hm, while I would normally abide by your orders, Mistress...I think I’ll have to deny this request.” Yuma said lowly, causing you to take a few steps back.

“Huh?”

“Something in me had ignited...normally I’d keep my thoughts to myself but this time is different.” he explained. “Something in me wants to keep you prisoner here, where only I can see you move like that.”

“Yuma, you’re starting to scare me.” you trailed off, hugging yourself even tighter.

“Am I? My apologies, Mistress. I’m afraid i must take extreme measures to get my point across.” he shuddered, beginning to walk towards you. He undid his tie and gripped it in his hands.

“Extreme measures, Yuma-”

“Shhh, tonight. I wish to be called master.” he whispered. “If you will grant me this one wish.” he tilted his head to the side, pleading like a child.

“Master?” You repeated. Somehow the one word alone, made the fire in Yuma even more violent. 

“Yes! Just like that. And you...what’s the word I’m looking for? Pet!” he giggled delightedly. “You are master’s pet for tonight.”

Yuma had just called you a pet. Call it degrading, but part of you liked the title.

“Won’t my beautiful pet give master a kiss?” Yuma’s evil smile made you shrink in your shoes, but you obeyed anyways. Your embarrassment from before was quickly replaced by this situation. You stepped forward, standing up on your tippy toes. You squeezed your eyes shut as you kissed Yuma. You could feel his smile beneath your lips. 

Yuma moaned into your mouth on purpose, making you pull away abruptly. 

“Good pet. Now...on the bed.” he instructed. Without another word, you walked backwards towards the bed, taking a seat on the plush surface. “You’re so good at taking orders, I wonder what else you’re good at.” 

“Yuma-”

“Ah ah ah” he tusked. “What did I ask you to call me?”

“Master?” you corrected yourself. “I...feel funny...down there.”

He giggled again, how honest. How cute.

“Hm...” He stood in front of you. “Arms out.” he instructed. You could only obey, only growing more and more shaky. A different side of Yuma has appeared and you were loving it. 

Yuma tied your wrists together with his necktie. “There, now my pet can’t run away, but I just don’t think this is enough.”

Yuma walked over to one of your drawers and pulled a silk scarf from one of them. When he returned, he covered your eyes, tying the scarf like a blindfold.

“Yuma- I mean Master? What are you planning?” you asked. 

“You look so invited all tied up...I wonder what else you’re good at.”

[liquidstarwrites]

Butler Until Midnight

Blowjob drabbles?  Don’t mind if I do.

Yuma-

“Oh, look at that pretty face…”

Cheeks stained crimson, ___ glanced up at her boyfriend felt a delicious tingle of shame.  Here she was, her dress skimming the surface of the wooden floor as she knelt, mouth absolutely full of her boyfriend’s cock.  Judging by the devilish smirk on his face, Yuma was more than enjoying himself.  “What a little slut you are,” He crooned, reaching down to grasp a handful of her golden brown hair.  

She gasped as he gave a sharp tug, forcing her mouth further down around him.  He was talking too much as usual, but ____ knew how to fix that.  Breathing through her nose, she opened her throat and took him all in as deep as she could.  

The masterfully eloquent Yuma was reduced to cursing as his hips jutted forward, and she could feel him tremble under her ministrations.  A few sharp thrusts and he let out a strangled yell as he came, pumping stream after stream of hot cum down her throat.  She dutifully swallowed it all, then sat back on her butt to examine her handiwork.  

Her boyfriend was a glorious mess, face flush and skin glinting with sweat.  When their eyes met he gave a lopsided smirk and she found herself uncomfortably aware of just how wet she was.  He knew, of course. judging by the way he slid to the floor after her and knocked her on her back.  “My turn, hm?  I bet you’re soaking, princess.  Let’s find out.”

[mitsuki-hime]

oh okay?

[a-regular-ol-pill]

EYOOOO IT'S ME AGAIN how are youuuu mate💖💖💖

ehem, this time can I request sum NSFW headcanons (or you can just turn it into scenario if this is too hard, sorry🙇) of Claude, basically he is dating a reader who is the daughter of a conglomerate. but because claude has a bad reputation as a thief, claude and reader have no other option but to hide their relationship><

SOOO, PLS IMAGINE THIS, every midnight, Claude will sneak into the reader's room which is like 13 meters high in reader's fam big mansion from the room's goddam big ass window, and they will have fun all night👀 until dawn👀👀👀 also I'd really like if you make the reader has a sweet and innocent personality(pls make sum smutty headcanons or a scenario for this brainrot I'm beggin😔😔)

not me imagining this whole thing with Claude's blazing trace skin ufgghhhaaaaaaaagggh😩😩😩😩

sorry if this confuses you😔🙇

anyways, thank you so much! please take care💕💕

"I'll teach you everything I know, only if you can handle it."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Claude, You.

!! NSFW 18+ !!

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; Welcome back! And— Oh my dear god of Pills. My brain became twisted when I read your request— In a good way! You genuinely requested in a time where I was in a *nice* mood, so I made both! Scenario and headcanons! Or just a plain out story instead of a scenario.. (I don't know the difference.)

Want to request? Click here.

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader: 'She', 'Her', etc...

Prompt;

"Breaking the rules is only one thing, you can do it with me."

This man will litter your chest and stomach with hickeys after both of you agreed that your relationship is meant to be kept secret.

His sex drive is high, so expect him to sneak into your room every night just to dominate you.

Will absolutely ruin your innocence if your dad is not around the house, because he knows fully well that you'll be all; sweet little angel on him in the next night.

Your dad will often ask you where the mass amounts of new clothes in your closet comes from, but only you and Claude will know the reason as to why there are... clothes for men there in the pile..

Soooo, you know how he wants to show you off as his precious gem? He'll try to convince you to let go of your voice, even when people are inside your mansion. This man is a risk taker. No joke.

Oh!.. and the big window.. He'll turn you over to it, push the curtains aside and continue fucking you while you're cross-dressing.

There are tons of times that the maids or butlers there would hear your noises, but luckily for the both of you— Dexter is there to act like he made that noise.

Speaking of Dexter, Claude'll definitely have him act like your new pet. To make the sound covering more believable of course.

Imagine he just praises you, brings up the fact that you're a daddy's girl, and tells you; He's your daddy now. After all, he taught you everything about intimacy.

You've definitely been caught by your dad. He just doesn't bring it up, because he doesn't know who your secret lover is, and that he knows that one of the workers will overhear, and spread the rumor. It'll damage his reputation if he dares to bring it up with you.

After a serious day, full of close calls and stressful situations, Claude wanted his pent up frustration out. It was probably time to... teach you another lesson about intimacy. That's what he thought— he's already imagining how oblivious you will look while he explains to you how you can take your frustrations out during sex. Imagining how you would whine for him to stop on the fifth round of sex that the two of you were participating in.

God, it was just something about how unexperienced you are that makes Claude pop a boner— like a really horny teenager. "Alright Dexter, y'know the drill. Just get up on there, place the hologram in her room, and act like a pet." Claude spoke up, nudging his monkey partner; Who was snoozed asleep on his shouder. The monkey, Dexter, made a noise in reply, displeased that he has to climb up.

Claude simply laughed and place the monkey near the growing vines on the backside of the building. "Aw, come on Dexter! You'll get to see your favorite owner— our precious gem that you favor more than me!" His owner pressed on. Dexter pointed a finger to himself, and to his owner before sticking out his tongue and started climbing up the vines.

Claude only rolled his eyes at Dexter's antics. You— on the other hand, was tossing and turning in your comfortable bed. The day you had was awful, and your back was too tense for the literal cloud foam bed below you. You were slowly getting more and more impatient— Where was Claude when you needed him most? 'I need a warm cuddle buddy.'

Luckily for you, your prayers have been answered. Not even seconds after your thoughts passed, you heard a squeak of a monkey from outside your window. "Dexter!" You whispered to no one, springing up from your bed and rushing to let the cute monkey companion in. Dexter jumped onto your head eagerly. Squealing in happiness.

"Where's Claude? Surely he didn't leave you out to visit me, did he?" You asked, Dexter jumped off from your head. When you turned around, you saw him placing something down on the ground before rushing to your fruitbowl and grabbing a banana. "Dexter!" You scolded, playfully stomping over to the monkey and laughing once he gave you; Big, puppy dog eyes. Oh what a manipulative monkey he was.

Taking another banana from the bowl, you replaced the slightly rotting one from his hands with the one you held. Unaware that your desired visitor was already there. Right behind you. "Alright, you-." You were about to charge at Dexter to cuddle him to death, until a pair of hands wrapped around your waist. A squeal escaped your lips, about to scream— Until Claude went ahead and kissed your beautifully exposed shoulder.

You gasped in slight surprise, but was able to relax your back againts his chest. The tension finally being able to relieve itself with Claude's presence. Dexter, however, left after finding that you were distracted. "You're still beautiful as ever, my gem.." Claude whispered, turning you around and pecking your lips. A smile crept its way up to your lips as you hugged him tightly. "You have no idea how horrible my day has been!" You started, pulling away and leaning on your arm.

Claude happily listened to you, containing his lust and watching you rant about the day with your dad. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander, your nightgown was certainly see-through, given him being able to see how your stomach and chest was still filled with disappearing marks that he had left— weeks prior from today.

As you finished the last bit of your rant, you dramatically fell on your bed. Closing your eyes— only to feel the warm lips of Claude's on your own. "Is this another lesson?" You asked, in between Claude's increasingly messy kisses. He simply nodded as an answer. Going down to your thighs and lifting the soft fabric up to kiss your thighs. You shivered in delight.

"You know how frustrated someone can get, right?" He started, sucking softly at the flesh of your thighs. You hummed, gently rolling your hips for him to continue— He knew you well enough to know that you were listening, so, with that knowledge. He continued; "We take our frustrations out on different ways. Like cooking, cleaning, stealing, or something else."

"Mhm.." You urged, allowing him to open your legs— Claude licking his lips at the sight of your soaked core. You looked like a whole meal to him, and damn, was he hungry for something. "I want to take my frustration out with you." He said, tugging your underwear down and surprising you with the cold air of your room. "Then you should.." You offered, suddenly throwing your head back when Claude pushed three fingers simultaneously into your hole.

"No, I need to teach you how. Take everything I give you, you can do it, right? My precious gem?" Why would you say no to disappoint him?

"Yes.. I can."

So, you found yourself in a situation— Claude was literally eating you out for a few hours now. His hand tweaking your nipples and the other pumping his fingers relentlessly inside you. You were getting overstimulated. He just couldn't get enough, you tasted amazing that he kept fingering you, and lapping over your clit in hopes of you reaching your orgasm. Over and over again.

His frustration wasn't saturated, even with the fifth orgasm you had. So you can only hope that sex could finally calm him down. "Claude.. hurry. Please. I'm gonna go crazy if you aren't inside me." You whimpered out, eyes rolling back as he curled his fingers to hit your spot. He felt proud to see you like this— Thighs covered in slick and cum, your face oh so beautifully fucked out.

Though, the thought of permanently ruining you worried him. Only after you looked at him with those clouded eyes, that he found out that be didn't need to worry. "My precious... so overstimulated for me, hm?" He cooed, smiling after your hands pulled his face close to yours. Your heavy breathing gave it away— You needed him. Even if it risks the two of you getting caught.

Claude fell deeper inlove with you after that, you were so beautiful and perfect in every way. He didn't want to show you off right now. He wanted you all to himself. It doesn't hurt to be selfish, right?

"Give me your hands." He told you. You nodded and let him take your hands and place it around his neck. Your skin on his body felt so amazing— and only now did he feel the painful boner in his pants. "Your lips look so plump.." He commented, tracing his fingers over your lips. Giving you butterflies at the feeling. His calloused hand fit so well with your body, it was perfect— even Claude almost forgot his frustration and the lesson he was gonna teach you.

You haven't even noticed Claude was already out of his pants until you felt the similar feeling of his head, poking at your clit. "I won't go easy on you if you let me continue." Claude warned, biting his lip when you released more of your slick to coat his cock. He was asking for consent in a subtle, but still obvious way. It took him everything in his body to not plow into your cunt after you said you were fine wirh it.

Even if it took him everything, it didn't stop him enough to prevent him from pistoning himself in and out of your core at a fast pace. You barely managed to cry out, barely managed to enjoy the feeling of him filling you up so good because he was fucking you like a rabid animal. Every stroke of his cock made your eyes roll back, and your back arched even more.

You were squirming, begging him to touch your neglected clit as he forced your hips down. Possibly leaving marks on your hips, but he didn't care. He was too far in his own orgasm to realize that he did infact, leave marks on you. As much as he would have liked to panic, you suddenly orgasming around him distracted him. He continued his merciless pace, admiring how you gripped the back of his hair and letting the moans from your mouth flow to his ears.

Well, at this point. Who am I to continue this and not leave it up to your imagination~?

Your mind was blank at this point— He had hit your spot countless amounts of times and you were shaking. Babbling nonsense because of the ever going orgasm you keep experiencing from the overstimulation.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[obeymeluv]

Signs they Love You

Back for my 1 post a week to prove school hasn’t totally killed me! When I get a semester break, I’ll post more often. In the mean time, feel free to leave me chats or PMs for stuff you want to see! :) Something nice and sappy for an okay Saturday

These turned out really long so I only did Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, and Satan. I have to get back to studying :/. Maybe I’ll have part 2 next week?

Lucifer

You wouldn’t be able to notice it because his pride wouldn’t allow you to. One of the brothers (or, to Lucifer’s extreme mortification, Lord Diavolo) would have to tell you

He’s not sure if it’s just the appreciation of you not being as totally chaotic as his brothers or genuine human naivete that has somehow worn off on him, but he loves you

Will be outed by sappy, soft stares that last 2 seconds too long.

Asmo and Satan are the first to notice and he LOATHES that

If he’s tasked with waking you up that morning, his knock will be firm but his voice will be gentle. Almost persuasive or commiserating

If you’re feeling overwhelmed by school workload, he may have a private conference with the teacher and grant you a minor extension. Will you know it was him? No. Is he happy to see you brighten up and refill with hope just a bit? Definitely. Is it worth the teasing from Lord Diavolo? ...Sure.

If he responds to texts in the wee hours of the morning when he’s still pouring over paperwork, he likes you.

Anyone who knows him can see how his eyes soften when someone else talks about you. There’s a fond slowness to his actions, how he glides his hand imperceptibly over his chest as if to feel where that emotion is coming from. Boy is whipped.

Should Lord Diavolo invite him out for a meeting, he will bring you back something small. Something he thought you’d like. Beel is upset. Levi yells “SIMP!” from the second floor and prepares for Armageddon.

Actually reminds you about assignments if you’re not already up on it yourself. Your success is his joy.

Is very keen on if/when you burn the candle too long and has a sixth sense for bad sleeping habits. Will put you on a stricter schedule for your own health

It may take almost all of the brothers to do it (or just help from Diavolo) but if he gets drunk on Demonus you’re getting a whole BOOK about why he likes you. He almost charms your memory away but everyone practically dog-piles on him not to because he needs to deal with his feelings.

You’re the only one he won’t chase out of his study when he’s doing paperwork. He’ll even set up a little fire if you like the fireplace.

How he confesses: tries to take you on a fancy date to Ristorante Six. Does not know that Lord Diavolo and Barbatos know about this (damn time-travelling butler!) and basically crash the date just to encourage him. Just long enough to encourage him.

Kind of an, “So you chose this idea, Lucifer? Admirable! I’m sure your date will be amazing! Enjoy your evening!” as Diavolo walks back to his table.

Does Lucifer deny it? Look and see how red his face is. If you’re really not sure, ask Diavolo. He will gladly yell, “I cannot lie!” across the restaurant.

Mammon

For all his talk, when he really, really decides he likes you, he doesn’t know what to say.

He can console himself with how obvious it is and how you made the best choice, but he has to show it! What to do?

Mammon’s kind of confused about it because he doesn’t really change how he behaves. You didn’t catch on already?! C’mon, human!

What, does he have to spell it out for you? Do an interview with Majolish?

His first tactic is to just be around you. Be subtle, and maybe cuddle a bit more than usual. Things to show he’s kittenish and at your mercy. Comfortable with you.

You don’t seem to be getting the hint so he throws the net a little wider by trying to find things you like or that you’ve been talking about. They mysteriously show up at your door.

It sends the others on a gossip train about who your admire could be and when they list off everyone BUT him, he wants to slam his head on the table.

Feeling tired? Coffee! Backpack heavy? Silly human, the BEST man can help you with that, OBVIOUSLY! Mammon jumps at the chance to do any little thing for you because he cares. His actions always speak louder than words.

Feeling kind of defeated and embarrassed, Mammon will go talk to the flock of crows that meander around the House of Lamentation’s yard when he really needs them.

For the next few days you’re accosted in the nicest way, birds chirping at you and dropping off various shiny things

You collect them, finally showing them to Mammon and he’s embarrassed that his representative animal has taken to courting you on his behalf.

He calls them to him, embarrassed and ready to rant or fall into the ground never to be seen again, when they start talking. Repeating all the things he’s practiced saying.

“Hey baby,”, “Hey human,” “Love you!”, “Silly! Silly!”, “Dummy, no, dummy!”, “My human.”

It’s broken and confusing, six or seven bird children cawing in your face and bobbing, but you get it.  

Levi

Levi’s not the best at expressing himself but it counts, right? As much as he hates to admit he’s some kind of shy tsundere, you know what that is, right? He doesn’t have to say it?

Yes. Yes he does. His brothers are getting too chummy with you and you don’t understand his signals. Time for Plan B.

If you get invited to stand in line for a midnight release, he hopes you take it. Then it’s just you two hanging out in line? What’s this? He brought snacks? Totally not for the two of you BUT you an have some if you’re hungry. It’s whatever

When he’s not doing boss raids and playing with online friends, he’ll ask if you want to play something with him. A Player 1 needs a Player 2, you know?

I headcanon that Levi knows how to play some unusual instruments like the kalimba or a real ocarina. I could see him making you a song on one of those. Or just playing it because you inspire him. He’s very good with a harp and will play it when he’s in the mood.

Boy also likes to draw and paint. Especially loves watercolors. Would it be weird if he gave you a painting of you as a mermaid? Just you and the ocean. Beautiful.

Was there a really cute plush or knickknack you liked? Levi has his ways, regardless of how rare or limited edition it is. It will be yours. 

He has a hard time understanding a passing comment of interest versus a genuine want because he genuinely wants everything he’s interested in, so if you hear a whisper about him almost securing something, stop and look it up. Make sure it’s not super expensive!!

Probably outed by Belphegor, who feels like Levi’s broadcasting all of his stress, frustration, and hope through his dreams. (”His dreams are weird. Just different ways of asking them out, and if he messes up it restarts like a simulation. My brain hurts.” he says to Beel)

 You’re allowed to come into his super-restricted bedroom haven when everything’s too much. It’s very exclusive since the Mammon incident. Be happy.

Might go swimming in his big tank and pick a seashell or rock to make a necklace out of. He hopes you like it.

If he’s not outed by Belphie, some of his online friends made a game demo they wanted him to try. They specified it was two player so he asked you to join in. While he’s in the middle of bragging about how he knows people, knows developers, he totally misses the dating-sim like dialogue and the big reveal.

Doesn’t really kick in until he realize the characters look like you two. You’re busy saying ‘Yes’ to “Do you like me?” as Levi absolutely threatens to rip them apart six ways to Sunday. Almost in full demon mode, too.

Everything falls out of his brain and quiets in his throat when he realizes the characters are kissing and ‘THEY SAID YES!’ flashes on the screen.

“Y-You like me?”

“Yep.”

It was that easy all along. Levi thinks he’s going to faint.  

Satan

Becomes aware of it pretty quick but ignores it for a looong time

Is it rude or foolish of him to assume you would also like him back?

Run away into books. A solid plan. If you don’t think about it, it’s not an issue

Oh, but it is an issue when you fall asleep after a mutual day of reading, forced in by bad weather. He finds his heart fluttering in a painful squeeze as he quietly whispers all the things he dare not say when you’re awake

It’s nervous poetry, and it’s beautiful

Satan tries to get himself back on track, to focus on reading, and he gets frustrated when he’s stuck on the same page almost an hour later

When you’re on the brain he just can’t do anything else

How does one show their affection? He’s swimming in books for a new reason now, as voracious as ever

He brews you a pot of Melancholy Coffee and is a bit disappointed you don’t know the meaning behind the bitterness. Wants to break the pot when Lucifer jokes about how it tastes exceptionally bitter to him as well.

Okay, so coffee didn’t work. What else do people do when they show their affections?

Asmo suggests a ‘not a date’ date and Satan sighs inside. Sounds like a lot of work and effort. It’s not that you’re not worth it, but he has a feeling that everyone will know and look at him the whole time.

Tries anyways. You guys go to a beautiful nature conservatory and take a tour of the plants and some indigenous animals

You’re starting to realize it now, he can tell. Satan tries to answer your question without saying it while you’re at school. You walk together, he offers to carry some of your books, and always requests that he be your project partner

Nearly there. If there was a single defining moment for him, he’d want it to be classic. He shows up at your door with a rose and asks you to go on a moonlit walk.

Mammon’s poking fun about how cheesy and cliche it is, Asmo’s gearing up to shut Mammon’s stupid mouth, and Satan just whisks you out the door with an aggravated sigh.

No matter what side of the house you’re on, Asmo throws up the biggest, gaudiest handmade sign that’s like ‘CUTEST COUPLE! 10/10!’

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Nsfw headcanons for the Obey Me boys with a dom reader?

I’m so gonna regret this, but, as I had to do some...Educating (reading online ofc)...I hope this is actually okay and that I didn’t disappoint!

I will be using the “ Asmo Time “ (hope it’s not already taken or something) for any NSFW writing, I guess :D

Also, sorry for not actually writing for everyone, but rn I can’t really stand Belphegor, and I have a hard time coming up with something different for Beel, despite liking him a lot =/

So...Without further writing...

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

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Lucifer

Normally, this guy wouldn’t, for the hell of it, let you dom, because obviously...He is THE Sadistic Dom Top!

But today is your birthday, your once in a lifetime opportunity, your lucky day to experience what’s it like to have Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, look up at you with lust and need in his eyes, squirming so much in hope of release and biting his lip to stop his moans and will to beg, because of his pride not to step so low, so much that he draws blood unintentionally.

You tie his hands apart on the bed post, blindfold him, take his pants off and unbutton his shirt, all while talking in such a firm yet alluring voice that he almost doesn’t recognise you.

His dick is up before you even get to touch his skin.

You kept a feather from his wings from some time ago, and now it’s the perfect opportunity to tease him.

You softly trace his neck, down to his chest, and to his abdomen, until you reach the line of his boxers, where you just let the trail just barely touch his, and you can see his body arching slightly as it followed the feather, and a soft growl erupts from his throat.

“What is it, darling~? Do you want me to touch you that badly? Why, then, you’ll just have to ask me oh so very nicely for it, don’t you think~? Do you deserve to be touched by me, I wonder?” you tease him SO much, because honestly, he deserves every little bit of it.

You trace his lips with your thumb, and then lift up his chin and make your lips barely brush his, as you say “You don’t get to cum unless I say so, okay, darling? Otherwise...There will be consequences.”

“You will have a lot to pay after this day is over, MC.” he threatens, but you slap his face, before you put your hand on his throat. “Did I allow you to speak, Lucifer? No? That’s what I thought. Now, now, how to punish you, I wonder...” you would giggle darkly as you get out his riding crop and start tracing his chest and abdomen, until you hit the inner side of his thigh, making him squirm and barely hold in a groan of pleasure, as blood started to come out of his lip.

You finally take off his boxers, letting his erection stand tall, and you straddle his waist, grinding yourself on it, letting your wetness drive him crazy, as you roam your hand up and down his body, occasionally touching his erogenous zones, biting his neck, choking him or making him suck on your fingers, and in the end it was all so much, that he came without realising, not able to hold in his moan anymore.

You merely hummed in amusement, wiping away the cum and tutting in disappointment as you take off his blindfold and look at him with a mock-upset look.

“What a naughty boy you’ve been...Disobeying your Mistress...Tsk tsk, guess you really need a great dose of discipline.” you put his dick inside you as you leaned in and started biting and tugging at his bottom lip, licking away all the blood, before sitting tall again, tracing your tongue over your lips with an amused face. “Your blood is really sweet, Lucifer.”

Your ride him dangerously slow, teasing him with more dirty and teasing words, until you’ve had enough and wanted to cum yourself, and you changed the pace, touching yourself, being on display, enjoying the torture that he can’t touch you.

This goes on for the rest of the right...Until midnight comes and your birthday is no more, and his smirk is so huge and evil, knowing that you’re really gonna regret (and enjoy) your little day of indulging in your fantasies.

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Mammon

Mammon is already a switch very close to a Big Bottom Energy, so it’s really not all that difficult for you to take the reigns and dominate him, he will really enjoy it anyways.

He’s normally one for very soft and gentle love-making, not exactly into the whole inflicting pain thing, mostly wanting to having HIS MC close to him, feeling your body touching his and all that, but once in a while, he doesn’t mind letting you have your fun with him, whatever it is that you want.

Honestly, if you deprive him the possibility of touching you, he’s gonna be so whiny and pouty, so you better punish him so he will stop being such a baby.

Choke him, tie him up, talk filth to him, take his hands and suck on his fingers while straddling his waist and grinding on his erection through the fabric of his boxers, tease him while you guide his hands up and down your own body, you name it, he will do anything you want, especially if it pleases you.

But...Seeing you suck on his fingers with that expression of lust in your eyes, while you veeeery slowly rock your bottom part back and forth...

He’s gonna be SO loud, whining, panting, moaning your name, you think the whole Devildom will know that you’re the one that’s making him such a mess under you.

“Mammon, dear, you should be more quiet, or else the whole house is gonna hear you. We wouldn’t want Lucifer barging in...Or would you...~?...Oh, I should shut you up myself.” your devilish grin could put even Lucifer in his place.

You face sit him, letting him eat you out until you’ve reached your orgasm, all while guiding his hands where you wanted, and making him lick you clean, because he’s a real good boy.

“What a good boy, Mammon, I think you’ve earned a little prize for today. Do you want it, Mammon? Tell me what you want.” you grin as you tease him even more, making him whimper, his eyes glistering with tears from the teasing.

“P-Please let me cum, M-Mistress!” he’d moan as you already put his dick in you and started bouncing up and down, rewarding the both of you.

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Leviathan

HUGE SUB ENERGY!!!

You’re his Mistress and he will obey your every need, every wish, anything, with no protest, except his burning face, poor dear.

He is okay with topping and bottoming, but now you want to tease him by only allowing him to do what you say, with no exception.

“Come on, Levi, take off my clothes.” , “Let me guide your hands, Levi. You need me for even that.” , “Be a good boy and make me cum. If you do, I may think of letting you too, today.”

Hearing you speak like that will get him so eager to be the good boy you keep praising him that he is.

Will finger you while licking and sucking at your clit, wanting to put off the best performance he can, doing all the filth that he’s seen in his hentais, wanting to hear more praise, and your moans and telling him to go on, the tugging on his hair...

He’s so into it that he almost forgets about how painful his erection actually is, especially covered by his boxers and pants.

After he makes you cum, you tell him to lay down and you take off his clothes, tie his hands to the bed post, putting your hand around his shaft and slowly pumping up and down, holding eye contact and enjoying every little moan, whimper, groan and twitch of his body.

When you start licking the tip, you can already feel the salty taste of precum - which each lick, each provocative smirk, graze of your teeth against his sensitive skin and veins, with each moan you let out, he’s so close...

But you don’t let him. 

You move away from him, leaving him a panting and begging mess, almost crying, saying how it’s not fair what you’re doing...But how could you not edge such a cute boy? Especially when he can’t touch himself?

So you take your phone and put on an episode of TSL, while you sit comfortably on his chest, not letting him watch it, only hear, and he’s so bratty, it’s adorable.

When you’ve had enough fun teasing him, you take off the restraints and tell him to get on top, in the “Glowing Triangle” position, which is basically teasing him that he’s in control, but you’re the one who controls the thrusts and speed of it.

And what better way to continue teasing him with touches down his spine, pinching nipples and leaving love bites all over his body than this one~?

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Satan

It was during the Butler event, where he kept calling you Mistress and he made it a personal competition to be the best Butler from the 7 brothers, but even so, it was obvious he’d attend to your every need without a second thought.

You, however, decided to mess with him quite a lot, so while he brought you some tea and you took a sip from it, making sure it’s not too hot, you told him to kneel down in front of you, order to which he immediately submitted, and you poured the tea from your thigh down to your ankle, with a mock-gasp.

“Oh no, I spilled the tea, how awfully clumsy of me! Satan, would you be a dear and clean up this mess for me~?” you lean back in the seat of the armchair you were sitting in, and raised your leg up, leaning your head on your hand, looking down at him with a condescending expression.

“Certainly, My Lady. I live to serve My Lady, so My Mistress’  words are my command.” he replies with a smug smile, as he started kissing, licking and leaving soft love bites from your foot, all the way up to your inner thigh, which he put on his shoulder, and looked at you with an obviously fake expression

“What else would My Mistress want me to do for her?” he asked, definitely enjoying this as much as you did.

He’s a God at eating you our and driving you crazy, and he obviously enjoyed pleasuring you so much, now being the perfect opportunity to see you in all the perfect light, a dominating Goddess, the only one who could ever tell him what to do.

When you’re done with that, pull on his hair until he’s to your eye level, pin him down on the armchair and start leaving love bites, from his jawline, to his neck, down to the chest, abdomen, teasing him just as you get to his dick.

Give the tip of his erection a kiss, a lick, let it wet, and then blow on it, and watch the way Satan grits his teeth in desperation, feeling exposed and unable to take away this feeling of need.

“Have you been a good slave, Satan?” you ask, as he licks his lips in anticipation.

“Yes, Mistress, I would sure hope so.” he asks, doing his best not to break character, as he’d just want to grab you and fuck you on the spot, but his ego doesn’t let him.

Lucky him, you were more merciful today, and with a sly smirk on your face, you take him in so fast that his snaps his head back with a groan, and your fast pace is so torturous yet so good that he finds himself lost in another world, and his sweet release is the best he’s ever had.

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Asmodeus

He doesn’t care if you’re a dom or a sub, a top or a bottom, he just wants to enjoy himself and you, so who cares? Have fun, girl, go all in, do all your fantasies, he’s the perfect man to experience them with!

Put him on a leash and tell him to be a little obedient slave, and he’s already a mess below you.

He’ll be so needy and would beg all the time for you to touch him and do what you want with him, to fuck him, to punish him, to make him forget his name and the world around him.

He’s not the Avatar of Lust after all, correct~?

“Aww, Asmo, look at you. You look so good with that collar around your neck, and you staying on your knees at my feet...I might actually think of having you wear that every day from now on, just so you don’t forget who you belong to.” you threaten with a sweet smile, as you grab his collar and pull him to your eye level.

You’d have had him on a chastity belt for just a few days, and now that you took it off, he was finally feeling better, so eager for you to touch and punish him in any way (as long as you don’t do anything to his precious face)

Whip him as much as you like, bring the riding crop, get the hitachi wand and edge him, leave bite marks all over his body, all while making sure he doesn’t touch you or himself, otherwise he’s gonna just suffer even more.

He’ll moan and scream out your name even louder than Mammon, he has literally no shame or inhibitions, he just wants to let himself get lost in pleasure and emotion, and knowing it’s you who’s doing everything to him...Even hotter.

Edge him as many times as you feel like, only letting him cum after he’s done as much begging as you want, and when he’s crying from the need for release, and after that, he’ll feel like on Cloud 9, so happy that he’s lost his mind.

Obviously, he’s going to return the favour some day, but for now, he loves being your slave and seeing you so full of confidence, enjoying yourself as you’re using him to feel pleasure.

[fanfictiondreamscape]

Fluffy Undertaker Headcanons

Request: Can I get some fluffy undertaker head cannons to make my day :) please have a good day and stay safe

Title: Fluffy Undertaker Headcanons

Genre: prepare thyself for an overabundance of FLOOF

Pairing: Undertaker x Reader

Notes: This request just hit me and I- ooh, I’m gushing at the thought of writing this. Some odd comfort fluff for the properly named Undertaker was just perfect to slide around. (Also, super sorry for this being a little late - my job’s got me busy!) 

That being said, thanks for the wishes! I hope all of you are healthy and safe in this time, and that if you aren’t that you are going about it properly. 

Below the cut! 

Part 1: Friends

you have to have a weird sense of humor combined with dread to become this guys friend

or even develop something generally close to friendship

either way, when it happens, it (metaphorically) smacks you in the face. 

seriously, you’ve probably gotten hit by something flying in that shop if someone were to pass by

(we don’t know if something is laying on the coffins when he pops out of one, so watch your back.)

but to cover the overall basics? 

yeah, undertaker will be a hoot and a half

expect there to be an influx of jokes (from your end or his, it doesn’t matter)

they will most likely revolve around vulgar topics or death, maybe a combination of both (though that might come from him on the rare occasion).

otherwise, there will be a lot of helping at the shop. 

which is when you will catch the jokes.

and possibly an ornament of some kind. 

you never know :)

on bad days, though, when you can’t crack a joke with him or you don’t feel like you could help out

he’d try to help you.

you trudged through the pit it took to become friends with him, so of course he’d try to help you.

and by being friends with him, like written above, you would most likely have a darker sense of humor.

seeing as that is also the way he seems to deal with things, yeah, he’d crack a few dark jokes.

if that worked? great, now let’s terrorize the queen’s watchdog and his butler together! 

if not? well, that’s when things would get awkward. 

he’d crack even more jokes and, honestly, it would work at that point.

seriously, this guy takes pleasure in humor. 

(my god, i sound like a broken record holy shit-)

you two also take an immense amount of pride when it comes to annoying phantomhive

tag team taunting? hell yeah! 

sometimes your jokes get sebastian laughing, which only makes ciel even more annoyed. 

it’s great, walking a thin line between life and death with him.

on certain days, you two would go out on the town. 

at night, of course, but just finding an underground pub somewhere is perfect for the two of you.

after a drink or two (of whatever you two chose, or course), you’d probably go back to his shop and lay low. 

play some card games on coffins or make up some stupid alternative game until midnight.

just some really fun times. 

depending on your status, too - or even your workplace in general - he’d help you with what you needed.

Part 2: Relationship 

(spoiler alert for non-manga readers, even if this point was decently far back at this point- nEWAY)

so, at this point, trust has been developed to a level that is enviable on all levels

you two have shared multiple secrets between each other that you wouldn’t tell anyone else. 

yours was one that could destroy any trace of a reputation that you held if it were to get out 

his was his elaborate plan that would come into play on the atlantic

yeah, you were also a person that had a part in that, though that was mostly done for experimental purposes.

undertaker had decided to let you in on his experiments after you two had started the courting process 

and through the awkwardness of it all, you became accustomed to his antics. 

so when the time came, you two would just do what slightly deranged people would do when the experiments worked:

make dark jokes and slow dance around the plethora of undead people walking around and gnawing on people from a farther distance while hoping that you two wouldn’t get caught by the demon butler

yeah, fun times. 

you can include the moment when you hid and undertaker went head to head with the reapers and demon. 

(you heard all of that and were worried senseless, but you had faith in him.)

either way, when this is all done and over and you inevitably gtfo of there, you two resort to cuddling at your abode

at this point, the two of you are hitting a point where you both say ‘screw it, they can’t see us’ and just - cuddle. 

he’d be big spoon, you’d be on his chest, or you and him would be tangled together chest-to-chest

(you have cuddled in a coffin ffs, how else would two people fit in a regular-sized one?) 

those would be times when there would be an odd combination of dark humor and praises to the other.

one minute, you may be playing with his hair and making small braids in it, uttering how it is so soft and smooth 

the next, you’d be pulling on it (the braid) just the slightest because undertaker made a death joke and you got a whiff of his breath

you both avoid typical mannerisms of the times, and take pride in it :)

the most you two would do, most likely, would be cuddling, joking, and short kisses on the cheek or forehead (sometimes on the crown of your head)

in short? you better be able to handle this death-obsessed, experimental weirdo that can’t stop himself from cracking a joke and wreaking havoc at every corner.

you also better be prepared to fight anyone that may target you because of his doings. 

(it’s honestly kind of funny to see how this develops lol)

[eepytheartist]

TTTE: Magic Beyond the Engine

Greetings guys, gals, nonbinary pals and everyone in between. Welcome to the Information Page of TTTE: Magic Beyond the Engine, where you can get context to whatever the hell I post on here. There’s a lot and much is subject to change, so buckle up butter cups because we’re going for a ride.

Table o’ Contents

1. Basic Story

2. Characters

3. Personal Headcanons

4. Canonical Relationships within TTTE: MBtE

5. Other Notes

6. Link

I) Basic Story

   Several years ago in the year 20XX, a facility located in [REDACTED] was doing experiments involving a mysterious golden substance and what it could do for the human race. Its goal was to eliminate the need for high-maintenance engines to save money. However, much of what was done ended up being a total flop, except for one. A little girl, Madison [REDACTED] was the only successful trial the facility was able to produce. This girl didn’t know why or how she even got here, but knew that her family didn’t want her, and instead gave her up to this [probably very illegal] facility. For years the scientists running the experiment pushed her to her limits, training her to pull lines of cars weighing several tons. They were delighted by what she could do. They had finally compacted the strength and speed of an engine into a human. However, bad luck struck as the facility went belly up, when Madison was 21. News of the facility spread, and so did news about her. Humanity didn’t take her well, and she was labeled an outcast. Though, in the light of things with her negative fame, Sir Topham Hatt found out about her and thought she’d be a wonderful addition to the railway along with the new tank engine he just bought! So she was picked up by this cheeky little shit, and her story working alongside sentient engines unfolded.

II) Characters

   A) Thomas

      The one who picked up Maddy. He was awfully confused by her, but respected her nonetheless. Still his cheeky self that everyone seems to just adore, Thomas quickly became best friends with her, protecting her whenever she needed it. Thomas sometimes gets a little too cheeky, and pushes her off the edge. Pranks ensue and Thomas is usually left bumbling for apologies. Who knew something so small could be so dangerous. He also commonly gets called ‘Tommy’ by the wee lass, something he absolutely despises. It only fuels her need to use it.

         1) When human, Thomas stands at about 5′ 7″ or 170 centimeters. He’s clad in a simple hoodie that matches his paintwork with a big 1 on the back, and plain khakis. He wishes he could have something else, but he doesn’t get paid and his driver and fireman refuse to lend him money. His hair is fluffy and rather short and is a few shades darker than his paintwork. Maddy likes to braid it when she’s bored and he hates it. Her favorite part though, besides honking his bulbous nose like he was a clown like she does with James, is his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of ocean blue. If he wasn’t such a shit, she’d get lost. He can’t brag though, she basks in all the colors her friends have. 

“Why does she get to swear and I don’t? It’s not fair!” ~T

“Maddy’s an adult, Thomas.” ~E

“Well so am I you old fart!” ~T

   B) Maddy

      Little Maddy. Don’t call her Madison, she hates it with a passion and refuses to explain why. She currently stands at the age of 21, but looks much younger. She had overheard at the facility that a side effect of the mystery stuff was that she aged like an engine, so she could be around for hundreds of years if she wasn’t stupid. At just 5′ 3′’ or 160 centimeters, Maddy is the shortest out of all the engines on the railway, even Bill and Ben. Her hair is a medium shade of brown, kind of long, and it mostly covers one of her eyes, which are, as Thomas describes, “As if the sky could make steel.”. Shy when you first meet her, Maddy is quick to come out of her shell and be just as much of a shithead as Thomas and as angry as James, if not worse than the two combined. Her outfit was rather simple, a dark scarlet hoodie with her number on it, and dark grey or black leggings. She liked it that way, she looked good and it was flexible and comfy. When she first arrived with Thomas, she felt something click with James, despite him being an utter jackass to her. After begrudgingly showing her around and having to shunt trucks, the duo became good acquaintances. It wasn’t until after James’ accident that the two became best friends, being asshats together and generally being a happy sight. He’s the one Maddy is generally seen with if she’s not working on her own. Soon enough, though, something started brewing within her heart.

“Ah crumbs, he’s in a mood.” ~T

“James is always in a mood.” ~M

“Fuck both of you.” ~J

   C) Edward

      Ah, Old Iron. He was there when Thomas and Maddy first arrived to the island. Like most that laid eyes on her, his main worry is that she was itty bitty. Usually calm and collected unless something goes majorly wrong, Edward was quick to unknowingly swoop her under his wings. When Thomas started poking fun at him for being fatherly, Edward nearly keeled over. An engine can’t father a human, can they? He guessed they could as soon after Maddy just gave a shrug and accepted the Number 2 as her father, after being given away by her own. It didn’t take long for Edward to actually father her, asking how her day was, sometimes folding her laundry, comforting her, scolding Maddy James, y’know, dad stuff. He earned the name ‘Dadward’ from her, and his heart melts every time she says it.

         1) As a human, Edward looks like a kindly old man and a youngin’ at the same time. He stands just a bit shorter than James at 6′ or 183 centimeters. With short, almost midnight-blue hair, Edward is the perfect gentleman. He even has a small pair of gold glasses that set snuggly on his nose. His eyes are a lovely shade of steel blue, something he gets flustered about when Maddy compliments him. His outfit consists of a white dress shirt with a dark blue tie, a blazer matching his paintwork with his number on his right arm and dark grey dress pants. He’s not usually in his human form, but when he is, Maddy unusually asks for a lot of hugs..

“Will you two leave her be?” -E

“But look how red her face is!” P&T

“FUCK THE LOT OF YOU-” ~M

   D) James

      Ah, James. One half of what his friends call “The Red Disasters”. He’s still his normal, vain ass self. He has a soft side, everyone knows it but virtually no one can get to it. Except Maddy, who can get to it quite easily. Though, when they first met, all he did was make fun of her. Well, they made fun of each other, but still. They had the complete opposite of favorite jobs, they still do and always will. James loves pulling coaches, she hates it. She loves trucks, he despises it and always tries to weasel his way out. It usually doesn’t work. He’s earned many nicknames from her: Jamsey, Jimbo, Buzzy, Buzzy Butt, the list grows. Two of them came from the mistake about telling her the story about the bees, the other.he’s not too sure. What he is sure of, though, is that Jimbo has spread than to more than just her and he hates it. It fuels her though, so he’s gotta be careful. Originally, though, James didn’t know what to think of her. After the accident, his boiler felt all fluttery and he pushed it down to just being ill. He had to learn the hard way about what romantic love was. He knew how to flirt, it got people to love him more! But what that flirting did, though, he was completely foreign to.

         1) At 6′2′’ or 188 centimeters, James stands as the third tallest among the main eight. When he still had his black livery, James’ human form basically had him looking like what I can simply describe as a butler, though he had a vest and a red tie instead of all black. After, though, he had quite the change. His long, black hair now had dyed red tips and his right ear had a cute little heart piercing. Hair covers most of his left eye, which is what Maddy lovingly described as, “You managed to make the color of red rust beautiful.”. He thinks his hair looks cool only according to Maddy. He usually wears a long-sleeve, dark red button-up shirt with three dark grey stripes on both arms and grey pads on his shoulders. His number was sewn onto his left breast. Maddy pokes fun at him for looking like a band geek, but she nonetheless likes it. His outfit is simply finished off with grey pants. Sometimes, though, he’s seen wearing a solid red hoodie that Maddy got him. He won’t admit that it’s his favorite piece of clothing.

“Honey Bee, you’re acting irrational-” ~J

“DON’T MAKE ME GET THE BEES-” ~M

“NOT THE BEES-” ~J

   E) Gordon

      There isn’t much to say about Gordon. He’s his usual, grumpy self. We all know deep down he’s a good engine, though. Gordon’s...rather indifferent about Maddy. He doesn’t dislike her, but he doesn’t see her appeal either. Nonetheless, she’s an awesome part of the team. She does the most important job: listening to James bitch so they don’t have to. Of course, though, like the rest of the team, he’ll defend her if need be. Gordon has a heart, he just doesn’t like to show it.

         1) Gordon’s the tallest, at 6′8′’ or 203 centimeters. Everything about his human form is perfect. His hair is just a tad darker than Edward’s and a teeny bit shorter. He keeps it slicked back most of the time, but it’s hilarious when he has bed head. Maddy got a picture once and sent it to James just in case he forced her to delete it. Just like most of her friends, Gordon’s eyes were her favorite, they were a blue similar to his hair, but a few shades lighter. Maddy remembers a time she complimented them and Gordon puffed away all red in the face. His outfit consists of a three piece suit, in his paintwork color of course, a white shirt and a red tie. His number is on his right breast.

“The Express isn’t that important.” ~M

“Why I’ll tell you-” ~G

“Is her intent just to piss him off?” ~E

“Yes. It’s both of ours.” ~J

   E) Henry

      Maddy’s favorite engine besides James. Thomas is insulted that he isn’t even considered one of her favorites. Henry gushed over her the first time she came. He must protect the small. Love the small. If James suddenly didn’t exist, Henry would be her go-to. She adored puffing through the forest with him, looking at all the trees and wildlife. Maddy would take pictures of flowers she’d find while strolling through and Henry would just ooze over them. Once she showed him a photo of a squirrel holding a wild flower under an oak tree whose leaves were just started to turn different colors, and the big engine cried with joy. He requested she print the picture out so his driver could carry it for him, and she did. It was his absolute favorite.

         1) 6′6″ or 198 centimeters, what a height to be. At second tallest, Henry is the definition of a gentle giant. His resting face looks nervous, but he’s usually not nervous at all. His hair is a forest green, not too short, not too long. Actually, Maddy’s favorite part of him is his chicken-wing bangs. Of course she loves his eyes, which are a lovely jade green, but the bangs take the cake, Whenever they hang out, she likes to play with them when he talks about plants. He finds it comforting. His outfit is literally just a more modest and fancier workman’s outfit, but matching his livery, with his number on his right breast. It made sense, since he was usually one to do heavy work.

“You don’t like the rain either?” ~H

“The last time I went out in the rain I derailed Percy.” ~M

“Why were you even out in the rain!? You’d catch a cold!” ~E

“Fat Man said I was the only one available and told me to suck it up. I did catch a cold. James tried making me soup, remember?” ~M

“What do you mean tried..?” ~H

“He forgot to cook the chicken beforehand. I got salmonella.” ~M

“So that’s why you were bedridden and wouldn’t talk to him for a week after..” ~H

   G) Percy

      Ah, little shit number two. Thomas’ partner in crime. When he first met Maddy when he arrived, he teased her relentlessly for being short-tempered and short in general. After giving him the silent treatment though, Percy was a bit nicer. He and Thomas still tease her plenty enough, but they tease about things she usually won’t kick their asses for. He likes Maddy now. Plain and simple.

         1) Second shortest, 5′5″ or 165 centimeters. He holds those two inches with pride. Percy uses them against Maddy very frequently. Maddy won’t hurt him though. She physically can’t. His little baby face, those big ol’ light green eyes, that short light green hair, his cute little outfit [which consists of a shamrock colored shirt, black suspenders held up by gold buttons, and dark green shorts]. If he was any smaller Maddy would die. James sometimes gets jealous by how much she gushes over Percy, but doesn’t exactly blame her. Percy’s adorable and he damn well knows it.

“Ha, you’re short.” ~P

“You’re short too.” ~M

“I’m taller than you.” ~P

“Won’t be for long when I take your kneecaps.” ~M

   H) Emily

   Ah, Emily. The first girl engine she met. They made damn good friends, too. They gossiped whenever they had a chance. Maddy usually talked about shit James has said, and Emily just gossips about anything and everything. They were will to throw hands for each other, with Emily more willing to for Maddy. Maddy would throw hands just as an excuse to do it. Emily still loves her, though.

         1) Emily currently stands at 5′8″ or 173 centimeters. She isn’t as girly as she looks, either. Her hair is short, with half of it buzzed off. Maddy would describe her as someone punk-ish. Of course Emily’s personality doesn’t reflect that at all, she just chose to look like it. She’s the only other engine besides James to have piercings, usually with two black on on the top of her ears and hoop earrings to pay honor to her engine build. Emily was a little more casual than her friends, usually seen wearing a simple green dress matching her livery. Her eyes were a very dark grey, almost black, with flecks of brass scattered in there. Maddy told her once that she was the prettiest girl she’s every seen and Emily nearly crashed.

“James being a bitch again?” ~Em

“What do you mean again?” ~M

“I can hear you.” ~J

“I know.” ~M

   I) Others

      Other characters consist of secondary characters within the story who do not play as big a role. There are a few who teeter on the edge between primary and secondary characters, such as Duck, Donald, Douglas, Diesel, Diesel 10, and Lady. They play an important role, but not enough so to have their own descriptions. Diesel’s..y’know, Diesel, the twins think of Maddy as their long-lost sister, Duck..well, they like to poke fun at James together when he’s not droning about the Great Western Railway, Diesel 10′s goal is to get her to say something about Lady, and Lady...no one’s really sure yet. Then, as of right now for true secondary characters there is Oliver, Toad, BoCo, Bill, Ben, Mavis, and Salty. There’s more to come, but that’s what I got right now.

III) Personal Headcanons

-The engines can eat and taste in both forms. They don’t know where it goes when they’re engines and don’t feel like finding out.

-James learned to cook for Maddy when she couldn’t for herself.

-For the longest time, James was the only engine with his own phone.

   -He learned hip language and Maddy started regretting every choice in her life.

-Maddy comes to Salty for him to tell her stories when she’s bored.

-Rain is Maddy’s one weakness since she has no way of covering herself.

-She, along with her friends as humans, run with skates that reflect their wheel configuration. The wheels retract when not in use. [I’m thinking about switching to roller blades, we’ll see.]

-Maddy intentionally starts beef with the Scottish Twins because she thinks the fighting is hilarious.

-Thomas will occasionally beg Maddy for a cotton candy sucker. Specifically cotton candy. She doesn’t know why either.

-Thomas initiated a prank war with her once. He lost.

-Gordon once bet her that she couldn’t pull his heavy goods. His driver was out 30 bucks because of him.

-Maddy tortures Duck with duck puns.

-Maddy still trick-or-treats for free candy.

-Emily once convinced Maddy to derail James for the fun of it. She was subsequently chased around the island.

-James is the ultimate flirt and he uses that against Maddy, who flusters very easily. 

-Percy loves Teddy Grahams.

-Edward likes loves to tell others about his daughter. Maddy does not. He is becoming too dad-like.

-The Scottish Twins know damn well that Maddy simps for their accents and they intentionally use it against her if they can.

-Maddy knows about Diesel’s ducklings. It’s the only reason she decides to befriend him.

-James utterly hates Diesel for many many reasons.

-Like many others headcanon, Thomas can’t cook. He fucked up a cup of ramen once and Maddy still refuses to let him live it down.

-Edward refuses to let Thomas and Percy swear. They hate it. James and Maddy know this. They swear more because they can’t.

-James and Maddy are at a tie for worst potty mouths. The twins don’t count. That’s not fair.

-Oliver thought Maddy was an engine for like a month before he met her.

-Maddy dislikes the Mainland. Not the engines there. They’re cool. 

-If Maddy isn’t around, James sleeps in her bed with her hoodie.

-Henry worries for Maddy all the time. More and Edward and James combined. He just doesn’t show it.

-Gordon says he has no opinion on Maddy, but he really does like her.

-No one knows where Maddy’s really from. She won’t tell them either. Not even James or the Fat Man really know.

-Want more? Just ask!

IV) Canon Couples within TTTE: MBtE

~James/Maddy

~Edward/Henry

~Emily/Thomas

~D10/Lady (In the past)

~~We’ll see about others as the story progresses~~

V) Notes

- Lady is the reason the engines have sentience. She is not the reason for their human forms. That will be explained later.

-Maddy is much more resilient than an average human, which is why most accidents don’t just straight up kill her.

-As stated before, Maddy can now live for hundreds of years if she’s careful enough. She won’t age as fast as a normal human, so who knows how long she’ll be baby-faced. Not that she cares, more opportunity to trick-or-treat.

-The engines can get frisky, but no babies. Don’t even think about it.

-Maddy will eventually give in and buy beds for all her friends to give them an opportunity to sleep like she does.

VI) Link

Silly me, I forgot to give a link to my story! Shame on me for making you search, that won’t happen again, here you go!

Sodor’s New Worker

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And that’s really it. If you have any questions, please please please please please ask!

UPDATED: August 3, 2021

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@cadcnce​ asked:  ⏰ - If they were visited by ghosts of holiday past, present and future what would they see?

Emoji Holiday Headcanons Asks

This question in particular interests me because, obviously, it’s based on A Christmas Carol. And the main character of that story is a selfish miser: someone more concerned about making money than helping others and ends up dead and alone by the end of it. Conversely, Sonia (and her family) are far more outwardly giving and make the holidays about that, but when left alone? It’s a very different picture. Anyway, I’ll break this down by ghost in a Non-Despair/Non-Canon AU (as the latter would be very different, depending on what point in the canon Sonia’s at):

Holidays Past: A little girl surrounded by gifts with a nanny, a butler, and several maids and footmen to watch her open them. They’re beautiful, exquisite, and befitting someone of her title and status: something she should have, but not necessarily something she wants. What she wants doesn’t fit under a Christmas tree but she doesn’t know how to say that yet. She eats her Christmas Eve meal in the nursery alone before she’s collected for the photographed walk to midnight mass. She’s dazzled by the lights and the church choir and later watches the snow fall outside her window, alone, on the only night she’s allowed to stay up so late. 

When she’s a little bit older and she’s allowed at the main table, she’s the first one to push her chair away, bolting for the doors of the dining room while one parent (or both) protest as they quarrel about responsibilities, about affairs, about money and even changing the color of the drapes in the small library. She knows her cousins are listening just outside the door and they’re frightened: did they all have to yell on Christmas Eve and during Christmas brunch? She takes them to another room and turns the television on loud for Christmas movie after Christmas movie (and she’s careful to set her scary festive favorites aside, no matter how much one of them begs for her to put it on to tease his brother).

Holidays Present: She isn’t sleeping much, but it’s all right! She’s fulfilling duties and attending all the parties and events her parents ask of her. Even if things like balanced meals and mental breaks are out of the question, just look how many people are smiling because of what she and her family are doing! They’re passing out presents to those in need and visiting family friends at their various seasonal balls, elaborate meals, and trips to the ballet and symphony (among others) in order to thank them and celebrate a successful year while securing support for projects in the future.

Except that, if she stops to really look, it’s those who don’t concern themselves much with the Royal Family who are happiest: those in need still need better schools, more job opportunities, lower taxes and more healthcare beyond what the universal healthcare plan supports, and a present can’t fix that. And those wealthy and powerful enough to help only want to remain in the Royal Family’s good graces: they care little about the welfare of the nation as a whole. It’s the people who don’t really need nor care about the Royals who are having the happiest of holidays.

But Sonia doesn’t know that. What she knows is that Christmases come with scales, with bottles of alcohol and a sliver of a prayer that this one has to go better than the last. There’s presents of course, some with thought in them and some without, but she and her cousins have mastered the look. The one they share when one of their parents has gone too far with a remark or the silence is too daunting to bear. They know the excuses to make, to run off to another room of the Castle or back to Sonia’s home at Boudry House. They exchange their real gifts there, the sort that their parents would disapprove of and they wait until midnight mass with a bottle of wine, a TV playing some sort of holiday special, and a shared vow that they won’t become like them.

They’re going to make an effort. They’ll be better. They’ll be happier. That they’ll celebrate, even just for a little while, the love they share among their little family and hopefully, they might add others, platonic or romantic, who love them too. If they could just find the time to be themselves, instead of just royalty.

The older they become, the harder it is to know how to do that. So they decline another video call with friends from school, push off another vacation, decline a seasonal activity for fun because someone, somewhere, in the country needs them. Even if, in the grand scheme of things, it makes little difference. 

Holidays Future: It’s her kingdom (or queendom) now. Her holiday table, her feast where, finally, she can have bread and potatoes in the same meal and no one is going to snipe at her for it. The Christmas brunch meal is polite but vapid, with the same questions and the same comments with the same answers year after year. It’s not exactly love and it’s not exactly hate: but there’s a sadness, a sadness that comes with indifference for the new Queen of Novoselic. The one who did exactly what she was told, who gave as much as she could of herself and when she thought she had nothing left, she gave a little more.

She’s not alone: at least she’s not dead and alone like Mister Scrooge and how much he held close, afraid to give anything to anyone else. But that’s all she’s done: she never held anything she needed to that closely, that tightly, and refused to let go. She took the throne, she married, she had the requisite heir and spare. Every year she gets the same Christmas cards from the same families, her title hastily scribbled in with no real note to speak of inside. She receives the same elegant pens, scarves, even jewelry she has several copies of now because she’s gifted the same style year after year. People forget: she says she doesn’t mind. Her family is exactly what the previous incarnation expected and wanted: full of manners, of met expectations and worthy of putting on the front of a card and in the most recent authorized biography: her secretary tells her it’s the best-selling book right now.

But when the last of the dessert is eaten, chairs are pushed back before the guests say farewell, disappearing to separate parts of the castle. Another year, another obligation fulfilled before they could all go back to being together, but separate.

And Sonia does too: back to her personal office where the last of her hobbies remain, mostly forgotten on shelves or stashed away in drawers that are hardly opened. She could watch Black Christmas or Krampus, but there’s always another letter to answer. Another proposal to read. World news to catch up on. And her spouse and children have fulfilled their end of the bargain for the day: to be the family the country needs them to be, but not the family any of them wanted.

She’s too old, too tired, too worn down to fight for something else. A life that encourages her, wants her, to have both personal indulgences and her royal duties. It’s all the latter now. It barely registers to Sonia now that she’s terribly unhappy: it simply...is.

[mr007pennyworth]

Feeding Barry Headcanon

“Is this a bad time to bring up my blood sugars?”

If there was one thing Bruce had to make sure he calculated for when he built the Justice League was making sure his speedster didn't go hungry. 

Money, was never the issue, the real issue came about making sure Barry had someone TO MAKE SURE he was eating enough to cope. 

On an average day, just from watching Barry consume a full 18 inch pizza by himself and a guess from looking at the details of some of the foods he’d listed online, that he and Alfred would have there hands full.

Well, more Alfred. 

Cue, Alfred. 

When Bruce explained Barry’s apatite to Alfred at first, he didn't quite see the issue, Bruce downed 3,500 calories a day most of it just proteins so, another mouth to feed wasn’t all that hard, Dick had been on the same by the time he’d hit 16. 

But when Bruce ran the simulation of Barry’s metabolism on the computer, they both began to panic. 

How was a boy his age managing to feed himself the MINIMUM of DOUBLE Bruce’s calories a day on his budget?!

Alfred came to the conclusion that unless Barry ate roughly 7,000 calories a day at minimum, he’d start losing weight. 

Bruce was in the trash in ten minutes, digging up the MacDonald's takeaway containers he’d bought Barry just that afternoon. 

He’d given the kid his card and said go. Now he sat here with the boxes of 3 Bigs Mac’s, 6 double cheeseburgers, 3 packets of large fries, 20 chicken nuggets, a black coffee, a large irn bru and 5 apple pies. That was roughly 9,087 calories from what they could add up from the nutritional info. 

That was LUNCH. That was...Barry’s minimum daily needs and only $50 out Bruce’s pocket. 

$50, was pretty much Barry’s budget for THREE days of meals not just one. 

Bruce went to argue with Barry that he needed to move in, Alfred managed to stop him. 

Barry was all grown up and had been independent for too long to allow Bruce to walk into his life and smother him. 

But something had to be done. 

It took awhile but Barry did move in with some carefully plying by Alfred and the Butler managed to start tracking his food intake.

By making sure Barry got 6 meals a day for his 7,000 calories out of Bruce’s pocket, letting Barry add the rest became routine. 

Breakfast, Brunch, Lunch, Afternoon Tea, Diner and Supper, Alfred was finally back to using his cook books that had been gathering dust. 

Each meal had to have 1,160 calories and 30g or more of proteins to be any use to Barry’s development. Now, Alfred could have just given the boy a lump of cash and let him go bonkers on fast food, but the fat’s and sugars were the bigger hurdles, as much as it met his calories and his proteins in meat from burgers...it didn’t meet everything else. 

Barry’s malnutrition he found didn’t just come from the lack of food, it was the lack of the RIGHT foods. Even though Alfred balanced all six of Barry’s meals a day to cater for vitamins and such it wouldn’t be enough in places, that was where medication would have to come in, now he finds one afternoon after offering the boy some ibuprofen, that they didn’t work, his metabolism swallowed the effects in just a few minutes. Even tripling the dose, it was out of his system in just 12 minutes. That ment that to account for the speed at which his body used it’s building blocks everything had to be at least TWENTY times the rate of a normal human every day just for Barry to get a close enough dose of his nutrition. 

To put into perspective, an average male needs 500ug of Vitamin D a day, thats...30 minutes of sun. Barry, on the other hand needed over 10,000 a day just to function. Something that was easily helped with him being able to travel, a couples of hours in Australia and he’d get a solid top up, but running back ment using his powers, ment burning his body’s reserves, it was one hell of a game. Tablets, were Alfred’s go to. Ten dissolvable multi vitamin tablets in a 2 liter bottle of OJ a day and Barry was good to go, with his meals included, Alfred was glad to see Barry starting to look better after the first few months. 

Until, he wasn’t.

Going to work without breakfast, had Alfred concerned, but he had his packed brunch and lunch, he had his extra cash for snacks. To find that the lunch had only been half eaten when he came home was massive question mark.

Dinner Time...he said he wasn’t hungry and Alfred had him dragged towards the cave in just a moment. 

Just the ONE day of not eating his minimum calories and all the work that they had progressed on was fading. Barry still as much as he’d gotten off his chest about the anniversary of his mothers death, refused to eat. 

IV’s it came too then. 

Dragging the boy back upstairs, he handed him off to Bruce who situated him in his room while Alfred set about getting Barry on some IV drips.

Barry muttered on about the fuss but didn't fight Bruce keeping him in the bed as Alfred put IV catheters in both arms. 6 bags of 20% dextrose fluids wouldn’t do the job his meals should have but it would prevent him from going hypoglycemic for the rest of the day. In the mean time, Bruce set about finding his weak spot, his food weak spot. Now Barry liked a lot of food, he liked many different foods and Bruce was pretty willing to pay anything for him to eat something. 

He returned a few hours later with takeaway Chinese food , Indian Food , Italian food as well as three large pizzas, Mexican food meals, nearly every MacDonald's burger, Fried Chicken bucket meals, Kebabs, 48 Krispy Kreme Dounuts, nine different 12 inch sub sandwiches, Frozen meals from several different supermarkets and even a huge three tier chocolate cake. Bruce had been about to run back out of the door when he recalled a Brazilian takeaway just outside of town as well as another chicken shop when Barry came out of his room pulling the IV stand with him woken up at all the kerfuffle Alfred was making. 

“Master Bruce it’s midnight I doubt the boy is going to eat”

Barry, pulling out the IV’s then sat down at the table quietly as they argued, looking over everything Bruce had bought him slightly shy of the money he could imagine he’d spent. A smile broke out on his face at the sight of the brown bag. 

“He’s just started gaining weight, Alf if he doesn't-” “I’m fully aware, Bruce look, one day won't kill him, the IV’s will hold on off the worst of the hypo-”

*crunch* 

They turned to see the boy happily munching prawn crackers. 

Alfred pretty much dropped to the sofa in relief. Bruce just started laughing before pulling out a chair to sit opposite the speedster who was now eyeing up the cake as he packed prawn crackers into one of kebabs. 

Nobody said a word until Barry had consumed at least five of the items on the table and paused for a can of lemonade. 

“Barry?”

The pup looks up to Alfred on the sofa who was sat with a cup of tea, paper work spread out across his lap as Bruce sat beside him with a his laptop. It was just past one one in the morning. 

“Promise me something?”

Barry paused in reaching for the rice pot next to the Korma to indicate he was listening. “When this happens again, you’ll tell me when you’ll eat again before giving us a heart attack won’t you?”

The younger nodded and fought the laugh he almost made at Bruce getting whacked with the folder in Alfred’s hand at his old man response. 

Suddenly, Curry wasn't what he wanted. He’d had a kebab, a pizza, three burgers, a subs sandwich and a whole bucket of chicken...he needed something sweet, picking up one of the boxes of dounuts he pads over to the sofa dropping himself between Alfred and Bruce who shared an intrigued look, Barry picks a dounut before pushing the box into Alfred’s lap with a cheeky smirk. 

Alfred sighs, the boys puppy brown eyes were too hard to resist and picks one out putting it in his mouth before passing the box back over to Bruce, the vigilante grimaced and went to give them back but caught Barry’s look of confusion. 

“Okay, okay, just one, I guess it won’t ruin my diet” 

Grabbing the remote, Alfred passes it to Barry as he puts away the paperwork, Bruce does the same tucking away the laptop and watches as Barry flicks for a movie. 

“Coffee, Dounuts and bad horror movies at one in the morning...I guess it beats being out in the rain eh” Bruce laughs licking chocolate off his fingers as Barry snuggles into Alfred’s side. 

“It’s perfect” Barry smiles around a mouthful of dounut, pulling a face as Alfred goes to wipe the caramel dripping off his chin. 

Feeding Barry was always going to be a challenge, but for our vigilante and Butler Dad, it was worth it just to see him happy. 

[truelovevoltage]

BUM: Not Good Enough

“Anonymous said: Maybe when you have time can you do yuma, Kyo and tomoki defending mc from criticism when someone told them that mc isn’t good enough or something.”

Kyo Aizawa

Today was another stressful day at work. You didn’t know why but everything was just not going your way. The computer shut down just as you were about to finish the final touches for your project, the print had it’s own mental break down by getting a paper jammed and today was not your day. 

You tried your best to complete the project and submit it to your Boss. However your Boss had a meeting and wasn’t able to come into the office until later and by the time the meeting was finished, you’d be off the clock. 

In a few moments, Kyo arrived in your workplace. He always picked you up after work, he didn’t want you commuting when it’s dark outside or just after work in general. “Ready to go?” Kyo asked

You two were about to leave when your Boss emerges from her office calling your name. “Y/N what is this garbage that got submitted on my desk today? You know quite well that it’s going to take more than this to impress me. Damnit Y/N, do you even want this job? This is a half-ass work you hear me??? Your work isn’t good enough and everyone’s been nice and supportive about your work but you can’t do that with me. If you want to keep this job, then I suggest that you should start with yourself. Ask yourself why you’re not good enough. Because honestly I chose you over someone else and they’re one hundred times better than you.” 

All you could do was look at the ground and bite your lip as your Boss scolded you. Maybe she’s right, maybe you weren’t good enough to stay in your workplace. “Ma’am, you might be her boss but she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this. Miss Y/N works very hard for the company and would even skip sleep just to exceed your expectations. There’s no need for her to change the way she is, maybe it’s you that needs to change. You need to change your attitude towards your employees because in the end, if you mistreat them they’ll quit and possibly surpass you in another company. Ever think about how you’re not good enough as an employer? If not, I suggest you do. Now if you’ll excuse us.” 

Kyo was irritated that someone would put you down like that. “Y/N I know you didn’t want me to say those things to your Boss but I just want you to forget what she said to you. Ignore her bad comments about your work because I know how hard you work on them every day. If she can’t see your hard work, someone else will.” 

He held your hand tightly reassuring you that everything will be okay. 

Yuma Akagi

“Do you really think Yuma loves you? You’re not good enough to be loved by anyone Y/N.” Those words impaled your heart. Is it true? No one will ever love you? They’re probably right, aren’t they? 

The whole day you felt depressed, you couldn’t concentrate on your work. You didn’t understand why they loathed you or the fact that they’re targeting your relationship with Yuma. How the hell did they even find out about your relationship? 

Hours passed by and you were fidgeting, you just wanted the day to be over. You just wanted to crawl into your bed and forget about what your coworkers said. However deep down, it did make you wonder if Yuma loves you. 

Just as you were leaving your workplace, the same woman whose words stuck like glue to you approached you once again. You took a deep breath in preparing yourself to whatever she has to say. “Y/N, you should just break up with Yuma. Everyone knows you’re not good enough for him. Give the guy a break, if you really love him you should set him free. It’s better if you break up with him now than him having to break up with you because he found someone better.” 

“I -” 

“I’ve heard enough!” Yuma interrupted. “Who are you to say those things to Y/N? Who are you to say that she’s not good enough? Who are you to say that I’m not happy with her? You don’t know the story, it’s better to keep your mouth shut if you don’t have anything nice to say. I love Y/N and nothing’s going to change my mind got it?” The woman nodded in fear. “Why don’t you get a life and stop bothering other’s happiness for a change.” And with that final blow, the woman excused herself and walked far away from the two of you. 

Yuma gave you a kiss on your lips, “Don’t listen to them Y/N. You’re more than enough for me. They’re all just jealous because they don’t have a good looking boyfriend like me. Sucks for them cause I fell for you and not them.” He grinned. Only he would say something like that to brighten the mood. 

“Thank you, Yuma.” You smiled at him. The two of you held hand in hand as he discussed what he’ll make tonight.

Tomoki Matsuba

When you left the mansion to get some fresh air, you suddenly got attacked by the maids harsh words out of nowhere. You just wanted some peace and quiet for a change.

“Tomoki snap out of it! Can’t you see that your relationship with Y/N is toxic? She’s not good enough to be your girlfriend! She’s just using you!” Yelled one of the maids. 

You didn’t understand why the maid held such hatred towards you. You knew that her family’s been serving your ancestors for a long time. Tomoki shielded you away from the maid, he’s afraid that the maid will do something stupid and will hurt. 

“I really don’t understand what I did to you to make you hate me so much.” You stared at the maid. 

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with that mind of yours but my relationship with Y/N is not toxic. And you should know that he’s not using me for any sort. I think you’re forgetting that she’s the Daughter of our Master. I’m not saying I’m the one using her or anything but have some common sense. I love Y/N with all my heart and no one’s going to stop me. Not even you and your nonsense. Now apologize to the Master’s Daughter if you want to keep your job.” He glared at the maid. 

“No! You were supposed to be with me and not her! She doesn’t deserve you! She’s worthless.” That was the final straw. The maid has gone mad. The guards had to grab hold of her. She just kept screaming nasty things, but at least she was gone and won’t bother you anymore. 

“Don’t listen to her Y/N. She’s gone crazy. And before you say anything else, I meant every word. I love you, and you’re good enough for me. Only you, no one else.”