#there’s probably so many spelling errors i need to go to bed

[sinnaminsuga]

𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖉𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 - sub!hyunjin x sub!reader x dom!chan

wc: 2,804

cw: hyunjin is a slut, so is the reader, chan likes it that way. SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: while shooting the red lights mv chan noticed something about hyunjin and now he's got a theory he wants to test, he just needs your help.

a/n: was literally plagued with visions of overstimulating hyunjin and making him cry soooo this is what i ended up with. oops. also if there are any spelling errors pls don't tell me bc ive read this trash so many times trying to work it all out and if i have to re-read it again i might go blind.

sw: dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex (pls be smarter than that), bondage, threesome, some gay shit, breeding, blowjobs, lingerie, deepthroating, general toughness, waxing poetic about hyunjins beautiful face. idk probably more but im bad at this shit.

hwang hyunjin is beautiful. its a well documented fact, no ifs ands or buts about it. he has the kind of face ancient civilizations would have gone to war for. old world dynasties would have been reduced to rubble over a face like his. hwang hyunjin is the kind of beautiful where it almost hurts to look at him. it makes you question your belief in a higher power because, how could there possibly be any room for debate on if there is a God when there is simply no other reasonable explanation for how a devine creature like him came to exist on this earth? so with all that being said, there's no way he could get any more beautiful. or so you thought.

it had always been your assumption that there was no possible way he could look any more stunning than he naturally does; but your mind was changed the minute you saw the lithe expanses of his smooth milky skin held captive by blood red ropes. you felt an astounding amount of pride as your eyes bore witness to his soft flesh being pulled tight by the coarse material; the blood under his skin rushing to the surface where the ropes were knotted artfully over his collarbone, across his abdomen, splayed over his pelvis, looped around his upper thighs and finally circling the base of his dick. and you had worked hard to make sure the knots around his wrists and ankles were comfortable yet sturdy before attaching them to each bedpost.

you had taken your instructions very seriously, as the man giving them to you from edge of the bed, wouldn't allow any of this to continue if either of you were to disobey his direct orders, and dear god you would rather die than see this endeavor be cut short.

you admired your handiwork a bit more before the rumbling of a particular voice hit your ears.

“how do you feel baby? is this what you wanted? y/n did a good job huh? you look so pretty.” chan spoke softly to hyunjin, absentmindedly petting his head. hyunjin looked up at his leader and nodded, unsure if he could speak without whining as the ropes pulled across his body with every move.

“yeah i knew you'd like this. the whole time we were shooting “red lights” i saw you ya know? the way your breathing got shallow when the staff chained you up. the way your eyes glazed over when they gave you instructions to pull against your restraints. god, standing above you on that bed, watching you writhe below me was a sight to see. my good boy just wanted to be tied up and used huh?” chan said to him, his finger hooked under hyunjin's chin forcing his head up to look him in the eyes. a whimper forced its way out of him as his hips instinctually bucked and the the sensation of the ropes took over.

you couldn't drag your eyes away from his lower body. the sharp angle of his hipbones jutting up to the ceiling as his cock drooled uncontrollably, the fluid flowing from his tip dribbling down to darken the rope wrapped snugly around the base of him. without even thinking you reached out and wrapped your hand around his shaft, you were just so overwhelmed with the desire to touch him. the feeling was unexpected and the sound that punched its way out of hyunjin's chest was glorious. his body attempted to curl in on itself but the ropes kept him firmly in place. you watched the range of emotions flicker over his face in rapid succession; surprise at your initial touch, pleasure from finally being granted a little stimulation, sensitivity from being denied his pleasure for so long, shock when he remembered the restraints keeping him spread open, frustration at not being able to move, and finally acceptance as he gave in to the languid stroking you were doing. he continued to toss as the pleasure took over, thrashing wildly against the mattress and moaning into the pillow.

hyunjin's noises were reduced to whimpers as chan’s hand squeezed around his jaw, directing hyunjin to look him in the eyes. “shhh baby boy, y/n is gonna make you feel good okay? you'll let her do that, won’t you? you'll lay there and take what i let her give you, understood? words please, jinnie.” chan cooed. “yes daddy. i'll be good for you, for her too i promise. i'll be your perfect boy just like always, i promise, please! god just please keep touching me!” hyunjin choked out, making chan grin. he leapt up from where he was perched on the edge of the bed and rounded the corner until he was standing behind you. you repressed a shudder as chan’s hand slid up your back, tracing over your spine and occasionally tripping over the straps of the lingerie set you were wearing. his hand glided up into your hair with ease until his palm cradled the base of your skull, then suddenly he locked his fingers to grab your hair firmly by the roots and pulled you upright so your back was against his chest as he angled your head to the left exposing the expanse of your neck. the suddenness of his movements caused you to lose your grip on hyunjin’s dick and he cried out from the loss of contact, his hips frantically bucking into the air in a fruitless attempt to find friction.

chan hummed as his lips made contact with the skin of your neck and continued as he licked, nipped, and sucked at your flesh. he hooked his chin over your shoulder as his right hand charted a course down your abdomen to the apex of your thighs where the pads of his thick fingers rubbed over your damp slit. when you could finally manage to pry your lids open, you locked eyes with hyunjin. he was practically panting watching chan devour your throat and palm your pussy. “so pretty y/n, y’look so pretty. like a dream. want to paint you one day, just like that.” he whispered. hyunjin's words and gaze coupled with chan's wandering hands and skilled mouth were almost enough to send you over the edge.

“now here’s what's next my loves. y/n, you're going to get on your knees, lean down on your elbows and suck hyunjin's pretty dick right into the back of your throat okay? i want you to take him as far as you can, and quickly. do not stop until i tell you to. not if he begs, not if he cries, not if he screams. got it?” you nodded as well as you could with his left hand still in your hair. chan released you and you quickly got into the position he had described, gently grabbing hold of hyunjin's cock. “i’m sorry jinnie, but you know i have to.” you quipped right before you took him into your mouth and as far into your throat as you could manage. the garbled noise that ripped its way out of hyunjin's throat threw you into over drive as you bobbed your head and sucked him like your life depended on it. he was groaning deeply and his limbs were flailing the best they could in his current predicament. his back arched up off the mattress so beautifully you wished chan would take a photo.

“fuck, fuck, FUCK. jesus chri- oh my god! y/n, sweetheart slow down- PLEASE! oh fuck i can- i can feel- fucking fuck. i can feel your throat squeezing me so tight!” hyunjin wailed throwing his head back, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as he grit his teeth.

suddenly chan’s hand made its way to your pussy again and you gasped around the thickness embedded in your throat causing hyunjin to hiss.

“crotchless panties angel? so proud of you. always so prepared for daddy huh? know just what i like.” chan muttered from behind you. you heard the telltale jingle of his belt being opened and the zipper being lowered on his jeans. he had already removed his shirt earlier so he was naked quickly, and he wasted no time before rubbing the head of his dick along your weeping folds.

“now i'm going to fuck you nice and deep the way you like and i want you to keep sucking my good boy okay?” chan said but before you could respond he shoved himself into you in one swift thrust. chan was not small in girth or length for that matter but the stretch you felt every time he fucked you open was delicious. you couldn't help but moan around the cock in your mouth which in turn caused hyunjin to scream at the unexpected vibration. chan’s laugh that followed was dark and proud, thrilled that he held so much power and that you both let him use it.

“fuuuuck sweet girl this cunt is always so fucking tight huh? doesn't matter how many times i fuck you or let someone else fuck you, you always snap right back. god i love being inside you.” chan growled as his hands gripped your hips and held you steady as he pummeled his way in and out of your slippery hole. the whole time he was fucking you, you were being forced onto hyunjin's cock as well, every moan muffled by the thickness battering your throat.

“hyunjin is y/n a good cocksucker? hmm? you think? you think she's better than you were?” chan taunted him as he drove himself inside you over and over again. “remember when we had our first one on one meeting? just me and you alone in the studio? i said 'hyunjin if you really are serious and want to stay in this group i need one thing from you’ do you remember that? i do.” you could hear the grin in his voice even if you couldn't see him. hyunjin groaned and mumbled what sounded like a yes. “i also remember how fast you sank to your knees and scrambled to try and open my belt. you thought i wanted you to suck me off to stay in the band. and you were so willing to give me whatever i wanted. all i was going to ask you for was your loyalty and your honesty in all things. but you offered up that pretty mouth quick as a bitch and who was i to say no?” chan laughed at the memory as he threw a foot up onto the bed to change the angle he was fucking into you from so he was now nailing your gspot on every thrust.

“y-yes i remember. ‘course i do. i knew w-what you were gonna ask me because felix told me beforehand what you were going to ask, what you asked a-all of them. i just- fuck yes keep sucking y/n im so close. i jus’ wanted you so bad i thought if i tried and y-you didn't want me back it would just be an easily brushed off m-misunderstanding.” hyunjin whined, his hands balled up into fists, knuckles white.

“y/n suck him dry. now.” chan ordered and you sucked harder pulling a squeal out of hyunjin. “go on sweet boy. go ahead and cum. you earned it.” chan encouraged as he delivered a heavy smack to your ass. your muffled yelp was the final straw and hyunjin came hard into your mouth, his body attempting to lurch off the bed. you swallowed everything down and pulled off of him, replacing your mouth with your hand. as chan continued to ram into you, you mirrored his thrusts with the fist wrapped tightly around hyunjin's still hard cock.

“stop stop stop please! god please i can- i can't take it! it's too sensitive please!” hyunjin cried. “yes you can baby. you can take it. trust me.” chan cooed. feeling bold you leaned forward once again and sucked hyunjin's tip harshly while lashing the tip of your tongue over his slit.

“FUCK! no no no no it's too m- too much. stop stop stop!” hyunjin continued to wail. he was begging you to relent but he also didn't use his safeword so you knew he didnt really want it to stop. the sound was like music to chan's ears and the rhythmic clenching of your cunt around him propelled him quickly toward his own orgasm.

“i'm gonna cum in you okay baby? gonna breed this pretty pussy, stuff it full of my cum. that what you want? yeah it is isn't it?” chan rambled and you moaned out a “yes please daddy” right before he exploded inside you. your hand around hyunjin never stopped moving and he was crying now. big fat tears rolling down his cheeks from the overstimulation.

chan pulled out of you and watched your hole flutter, pushing out his seed. he murmured a string of praises as he watched the glistening fluid drip out of you. you looked over your shoulder at him, jutting your lower lip out.

“daddy i didn't get to cum yet. can i?” you asked.

“go ahead baby. make yourself cum.” chan said with a wave of his hand and an evil grin etched on his face. you grinned right back before scrambling up hyunjin's body and straddling him.

“wh-what are you doing? oh...oh no. no no no. please it's so sensitive it's so so sensitive y/n i can't!” hyunjin hiccuped, tears still flowing. you leaned forward and ran your tongue up his cheek, lapping up the briny liquid seeping from his eyes. then you whispered “oh jinnie, don't you want me to feel good too? i worked so hard after all.” you reached behind you and positioned his tip at your entrance before effortlessly sliding down onto him. you moaned as he filled you and he once again thrashed against the ropes wrapped around him. you started to ride him in earnest, aching for your own release at this point. the man beneath you was mumbling incoherently about how good your pussy feels and how badly he wants to come again. chan sauntered over and perched next to hyunjin again, reaching out to pet his head and pepper his face with kisses.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck i'm gonna cum!” you cried as you worked yourself over hyunjin’s dick and used one hand to furiously rub your clit.

“daddy shes squeezing me so hard i don't think i ca- can get out. can i cum inside?” hyunjin pleaded with chan. “of course you can baby, right sweetheart? you want jinnie’s cum inside you don't you?” you just nodded in response. “my girl loves to be creampied you never have to ask. just go ahead baby boy.” chan explained. you drove yourself down onto hyunjin twice more and then you were cumming, mouth dropping open as your inner walls milked him for all he was worth. hyunjin spasmed beneath you as he came and came and came inside you. he wasn't speaking anymore, just making these stunted little sounds as his body shook with the aftershocks of his second orgasm.

chan had begun to untie the ropes as you slowly lifted yourself off of hyunjin. you whispered praise to him as he has hummed, completely fucked out and boneless beneath you.

“shhh it's okay sweetheart. you did so good for us baby. we’re gonna put you to bed now okay?” chan murmured to the man shaking in the bed. hyunjin managed to croak out an “uh-huh” in response. you grabbed a bottle of lotion from nearby and began to work it into the reddened skin all over him where the ropes had been, while chan wiped down hyunjin's groin with a warm cloth. you hummed a tune you knew hyunjin loved and his eyes fluttered shut, a tiny smile making its way to his face.

after everything was put away and the room was right again, chan crawled into the bed to spoon hyunjin’s half asleep form while you crawled in the other side to press yourself to hyunjin's still somewhat heaving chest. you pulled the blanket up high and tucked yourself into his warm skin and he wound an arm around your waist. chan's hand rested on hyunjin's hip, squeezing the flesh there every so often.

being here felt so right, so natural, so easy. loving these two was as easy as breathing. you couldn't believe it had taken this long to get here but now that you had, you weren't letting them go. before your eyes fell closed you heard the sound of chan's lips kissing along hyunjin's shoulder before he whispered “rest now my loves. because i have big plans for you tomorrow.”

THE END

[fetusgooseandjuice]

Trust Me

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You haven’t been able to sleep in a couple weeks, and Natasha knows just the way to get you to close your eyes.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None? (If anyone finds any feel free to message me!)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! I know I haven’t posted a fic in like 6 months, but I got writers block and it just never really went away. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while and I finally got the motivation to write it. It might not be that good but I hope you enjoy it at least a little! Think of it as a little Christmas gift :)

Author’s Note Pt. 2: Also, this is not proofread because I just wanted to get it posted so there might be some spelling and grammar errors!

You heavily sighed once again for probably the fifth time in the past five minutes. It’s been a few hours since you and Natasha had called it a night, and yet here you were at nearly three in the morning still lying wide awake.

Although it’s not as if you were surprised or expecting anything else. You’d been having trouble falling asleep since the first night you and Natasha arrived in Norway.

Despite not having gotten many hours of sleep lately, for some reason you still weren’t tired and still could not fall asleep.

When your girlfriend came to you a week and a half ago and told you she had no other choice but to leave the states in order to evade the government after the whole incident between Tony and Steve, you instantly decided you’d be going with her without a second thought and left no room for her to disagree.

After all she should’ve known you’d follow her anywhere, but you guess it’s taken a toll on you.

You wanted to sleep, and yet you weren’t sure what was keeping you up. Maybe you were worried about something happening to Natasha?

‘What if she gets caught? Or what if we both somehow get hurt?’ you thought.

But you knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself and keeping you safe at the same time.

Even with the amount of times you told yourself not to worry, your mind wouldn’t listen.

You eventually sighed and turned your head to look at the redhead behind you. Her arms were wrapped tightly around you and no matter how much she shifted throughout the night, she never let you go.

The mere thought of that would be enough to bring a smile to your face if you weren’t so frustrated with yourself.

Deciding you’d had enough of laying there awake, you carefully unraveled your girlfriend’s arms from around you and slid out of bed.

You almost shivered at the cool temperature of the trailer as your bare feet touched the floor and you made your way into the kitchen.

The random plastic bags on the counter rustled as you rummaged through them in search of something to snack on, finally coming across a bottle of water and a pack of chips you’d never heard of.

As you went to open the cap of the bottle, a pair of arms slipping around your waist startled you. The yelp you let out made the person behind you chuckle, and you relaxed recognizing the sound.

“Sorry, malysh (baby).” Natasha said and you turned to look at her to see the apologetic look she had on her face.

You gave her a slight smile before shaking your head, “It’s okay. But what’re you doing up right now, Nat? You should be asleep, you need to rest.”

She dipped her head down to press multiple kisses to the skin of your neck, “I could ask you the same question because so do you.”

You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to leave the warmth of your shared bed without her noticing.

“I just couldn’t sleep.” you said, making her eyebrows furrow as you opened your water bottle and took a sip. “But I know you’re still tired so you should go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“No, not without you.” Natasha was quick to disagree, “What’s going on, dorogaya (darlin)? You were yawning quite a bit before we went to bed. Why can’t you sleep?” she rested her chin on your shoulder, ready to listen to what you had to say.

You sighed realizing that you were going to have to have this conversation now. Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t know.” was all you offered.

Natasha stayed quiet, giving you the floor for when you were ready to add on. A moment later, you did.

“I haven’t really gotten any decent sleep recently, so I’m not sure why I can’t fall asleep or why I’m not tired.”

Your girlfriend pecked your shoulder blade, acknowledging that she heard you.

“How long has this been going on for?” she asked.

For a second you went quiet, not exactly wanting to answer when you remembered that now that she knew, she wasn’t going to let it go until she made it better.

“Since we left the states.” you admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Once again, you shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t want to worry you.” you said. “You already have a lot on your plate with this whole situation and I didn’t want to add more to it.”

You heard Natasha sigh and now you appreciated that fact that you weren’t standing face to face at the moment.

“I guess I’m thinking too much.” you added. “At night I finally get the time to actually think about stuff, and I worry about you and if you’re going to be okay.”

Natasha was also glad you weren’t standing face to face right now because if you were, you would’ve seen the way her lips pulled into a smile.

“Well if you’re going to worry about me then I think I have every right to worry about you.” she chuckled and you fought back a smile at it.

“I’m sorry.” you said.

She didn’t say anything for a few moments until you heard her soft voice with that hint of rasp speak up.

“Look at me, krasivyy (beautiful).”

You craned your neck to see green eyes which were filled to the brim with love and tenderness staring at you, the singular warm light above the kitchen sink allowing her to see your sad ones.

The frustration that’d been building up in you beginning to melt away ever so slightly.

“I want you to talk to me about what you’re going through.” Natasha spoke. “I don’t care about what you think I might have going on, you’re always my first priority, okay?”

You nodded as she raised a hand to caress your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear in the process.

“I love you too much to have you worrying that pretty little head of yours all alone when I’m always right here for you.” she pressed her lips to your temple to emphasize her point. “So promise me next time you’ll tell me if somethings wrong?”

“I promise, and I love you too, Nat.”

“Good,” Natasha smiled and leaned in to connect your lips in a loving kiss, pulling away shortly after and leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m going to be okay, so there’s no need to worry. We’re both gonna be okay, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You knew Natasha would make sure of that.

“Alright, do you think you’re ready to head back to bed?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Even though you were relieved Natasha knew now and you talked about it, you still weren’t even close to being able to go to sleep.

“No,” you spoke quietly. “I’m still not really tired, and I honestly don’t know if I will be until this all blows over.”

Natasha went silent for a few moments, thinking. She turned you around to face her and moved your arms to wrap around her shoulders.

“Nat, what are you—”

“Shhh,” she interrupted your sentence, “Just trust me.”

So you did.

Her arms snaked back around your waist and pulled you into her. You weren’t exactly sure what she was doing until she began swaying with you from one side to the other.

You’d danced together before, but at Tony’s many parties. Not when you were trying to make yourself fall asleep.

“Nat, I don’t think—”

“You’re supposed to be trusting me. Do you not?”

“I do, but—”

“So shhh,” she said and you couldn’t help the little giggle you let out. “You said you were thinking too much, right?”

“Yeah.” you confirmed.

“So just relax and let me do all the thinking. I don’t want you to worry about anything except trusting me.”

“Okay.” you whispered, giving in and resting your cheek on her shoulder, allowing her to move you.

A few seconds later Natasha began humming. It wasn’t a song that you knew, but you recognized it as one of the many Russian lullabies she’s hummed and sometimes sang to you before.

The way she hummed them always made you feel relaxed and peace, and this time was no different. Because soon you started to lean into her more as you became more and more weary.

Your heavy eyelids fell shut and your head found security in her neck as you cuddled closer to it, happily letting her comforting scent soothe you.

After a couple of songs, Natasha finally looked at you to find you pretty much sound asleep.

She grinned to herself and pecked your head before lifting you into her arms, making her way back to your bedroom.

“Told you to trust me.”

~ end ~

[bigfatbimbo]

Hello, my dear! Love that you/others enjoyed my thought and rambles! Speaking of emojis, because I'm a bastard, can I be 🍆 anon??? If that's taken, I could also go for 💦 anon?? Also, forgive me for any spelling errors, wrote this at 2 am

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Vee's Dom 2: Even More Rambling (because these idiots won't leave me alone)

- If their dom ever become famous, which is likely, and the fans create edits of them, the Vees would absolutely save those vids and watch them over and over again (Imagine walking in on them watching edits of you LMAO, or even you coming over to where they're sitting cause the sound keeps looping and it's obvious that they're watching the same video straight)

- Let's talk about the clothing situation here

* With Vox's freaky ass wanting to keep you close always, it's probably led him to steal your underwear, and might even wear it, but you'll never know. I can also see Val doing the same thing but being hella more shameless, enough to even show YOU that he's wearing them and if you want them back, you better take it off of him

* Velvette probably has taken more comfier clothes, things you would wear for staying in, like old shirts, band tees, or shirts that are well loved

* Valentino has tried, and failed, to return some of the clothes he took. It's kinda hard to take those clothes back considering they look more like rags with how many holes and substances covering it.

- With a built dom

* Velvette will "off-handedly" mention about creating clothes that cater to more muscle-y/bigger builds, and will insist that she needs you to model/do photoshoots for her (she's definitely not using this opportunity just to have more photos of you flexing in HD)

* Vox will 100% build you a personal gym in the tower, but said gym will be covered in cameras/cctvs, all pointed in different directions

* Val would ask you to train his actors, and he will watch supervise said sessions, just to make sure the actors do right (which is totally not a reason for him to watch you flex on his workers)

* Obsessed with pinning Vox to the bed, I bet he'd find it so fucking hot that everytime he tries to close his legs, we just pry them open.

- i know I've talked about punishments, but what about rewards??

* Letting Vox cum as much as he wants (though by the end of it, Vox might start to wonder if it's more of a punishment instead of a reward)

* Willingly let Velvette mess around with some of your clothes/putting you in different fashion designs/putting makeup on your face

* Dare I say even let Valentino call SOME shots during sex, again, SOME shots (do remind him that even if he tops you, he's still your bitch)

- Also rotting in my brain regarding these whores:

* what if you were more powerful in terms of magic/connections/influence/money? (I just know my problems would simply ✨ disappear ✨ if I had a muscle mommy/daddy)

* what if they met you via social media and they immediately hivemind that "yes, this is my dom, right here" ? Like let's say you're an entertainer/dancer right, and one of your viral vids had been a dance to don't go insane (it's the belt dance, boo if you're curious)

* Being in the limelight also means being in the subjective eyes of everyone, and I know for a fact that the Vees have a lot of haters/threats, but what if you protect them from it (bodyguard scenario????)

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I forgot to say this during my last ramble, but, If I may, I would love to absolutely read one of your takes regarding my sub!val ideas, but only if you want to/feel for it.

Btw, on a totally unrelated sidenote, I know the blog is primarily hazbin hotel, but I gotta ask, how we feeling about Arcane Sevika?? Cause I am feeling a lot (missing my muscle mommy as fuck bro)

Anywaaays, have a good day!

xoxoxoxo ❤️

This has been in my drafts for almost ALL WEEK and i’m finally coherent enough to give my thoughts!

Can I just say how much I love the Vees with a well built reader. Like I have no real character study-ish explanation for why in my brain i’m like “they’d be obsessed with that.” But I know for a fact it’s absolutely true.

I’m going to focus on your little side notes at the bottom though. So if they met you through social media I feel like you would definitely start off knowing Velvette first. But even before they start talking to you they would absolutely stalk your page and send fucking edits or something back and forth.

But the Vees with a very powerful reader is very interesting to me. Because like while yes, they’d love to be totally on top of hell, but it’s very convenient for them, and hot and hot and hot, to have your support. Because like super powerful big scary respected dom privilege mixed with their constant self entitlement and attitude? And if anyone says anything about it you fucking destroy their status, business, or hell, even them simply because you can. “Do you think you’ll kill for me one day?” “Yes, of course I will, my love” TYPE BEAT AHHH.

And that leads us to the bodyguard idea because jesus christ. Like this is literally such a mix of the well built buff reader and powerful one I just talked about. Also they would argue for your attention 1000% worse in this case.

ALSO CAN I JUST SAY, YOUR SUCH A BASTARD FOR LITERALLY BEING 🍆 ANON. you’re literally DICK ANON. are you proud 🤨🤨

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

the snap (Matt Murdock x fem-reader )

Summary: after the blip Matt was blipped away. But what happens when he shows up after everyone comes back?

Part 2 Warnings: angst, I mean it this time ok? I teared up writing this. But with fluff it has a happy ending trust me. Im dyslexic so there are probably/definitely going to be spelling errors. (I’m trying yall. Let me know how I did my first fic for Matt I think I’m going to make a part 2. Please comment if you can and reblog are appreciated if you want ❤️) mentions of pregnancy and childbirth and children

My eyes take in the childrens bedroom. It was small and quant but cozy. The nightlights lit up the room and my five year old daughter was layed down on the soft pastel blankets. I sit down on the side of her bed. She was so beautiful, her sweet brown eyes and brown hair. Her name was angel Murdock, She resembled Matt so much, sometimes it even hurt to look at her. It showed his best attributes on her. Even though she was only five years old she was already fearless, the teachers at the preschool always say she’s already getting in fights with the bullies in the class, no fist fights yet thankfully. It was her bedtime so you were finishing up reading a story to her about a princess and prince who fought a dragon.

“And they lived happily ever after the end” I kiss her forehead. And get up from her sleepy form.

“mommy, why do all the other kids have dads?”

Her question struck me in the heart. Leaving a wound size I couldn’t even patch up after patching up so many of Matt’s wounds. But I remain calm and collected like her words were just a simple question. Which they were, she’s just a curious child, there is no way that she knows how deeply I am affected by them. I twist my diamond ring on my finger and bite my lip trying to figure out how to answer this question without terrifying her. I can’t lie to her, I promised I would never lie to her.

“Angel, your father….went away. Hes gone he went with another half of the universe”

“will he be comeback?”

“no, no he won’t” I answered quietly trying to keep myself from sobbing. God I feel so weak, it’s been five years! Fiver years and I still can’t get over his death

“did he leave because of me?”

“no! No, he never knew about you sweetie. He was taken before he knew”

I take a shaky breath and kiss her on the forehead “goodnight” I leave her now asleep form and creep to the kitchen. I look down and the sink and I can’t take it anymore. Grief racks my body as sobs come out in waves. Why? Why did you have to leave I know you didn’t do it on purpose but why? It’s so unfair. Mathew I miss you. I know The city needed but mainly I needed you. I bring my knees up to hug my chest. I feel so weak, so fucking weak it’s been 5 years and I still haven’t recovered. I tpull myself together and wipe my tears mainly because I hear noises outside. A lot of noises. Screams, cries, laughter, sobs. I run to the window and open the curtain. Hundreds and hundreds of people are flooding the streets. Some are hugging, kissing, others are just staring in disbelief. Poeple are running in all directions and so so many of them are confused. Who are these people? Where did they come from? Could they he the ones who were snappe—

Knock! knock! knock!

the noise of someone at my door shattered my trail of thoughts like a broken mirror, breaking me of my trance. Who on earth. Or any planet for that matter would be calling to me at this hour? I tentatively get up. Cross the room and open the door, I was not prepared.

there. Right there stood my husband dead for 5 years after the blip. He stood in his lawyer suit in the doorframe. Just as he was before he left. He’s exactly the same. To him no time has passed at all. But I’m sure he’s heard it’s been 5 years on the streets. My body is rigid from shock utter shock. He takes off his red glasses so I can see his face again. A small gasp escapes my mouth as my eyes lay upon him again. Hes so gorgeous it actually hurts. Makes my heart ache. To say I felt conflicted would be an understatement I was downright a wreck inside. He so damn pretty. Was all I could really think. my shaky hand reaches up and caresses his face as if feeling he’s actually there and this isn’t some hallucination.

“sweetheart, I’m real” he smiles

“I-i Matt you were dead—you-you—oh!” I choke out in sobs

I seizes his head and he walks closer to me closing the door. I kiss him desperately like a woman starved. The kiss is searing and leaves us gasping for air. As soon as we break the seal we dive into it again and I let out a small whimper that allows him to slip his rougue into my mouth. I immediately submit to him and let him take the dominance. After sometime in a log swaying kiss. We stumble towards the couch where he tries to explain to me what happened but with me kissing his neck desperately it’s hard for him. In the five years he was gone I never took a lover. I couldn’t bring myself to. I was always thinking about Mathew even if he was just in the back of my mind. Especially as I walked down the more dangerous streets of Hells kitchen without him.

“sweetheart—sweetheart— “ he lets out a small groan that is music to my ears “are you going to let me know what happened or let me explain” he laughs.

I pull back and bip my lip “sorry”

”I know five years have passed someone on the street told me that after they did I ran to find you I’m sorry—“ his head tilts to the side as if he’s picking up something “there’s another heartbeat in the apartment”

I take his hands “Matt this is a lot to take in I know but….”

“y/n you can tell me anything” the way my name rolls of his toung sounds like honey. He runs his finger over my silk nightgown, his favorite fabric. He takes his time training my figure and them cup up to claps both my hands again “anything”

Reassured now I start my tale “the day of the blip was also the day I found out I was pregnant. Turns out half the universe was blipped away. You’ve been gone for five years now. The pregnancy was hard, half the doctors were gone, you were gone. Without many people to support it was hard but, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who looks so much like you. I named her angel Murdock.”

he’s silent for a bit. I feel sorry I know how much it is to take in “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you sweetheart. I left you and everyone behind. God I feel so guilty.”

“Mathew there is nothing to apologize for! You couldn’t control it!”

We’re silent for a bit and I wonder if he’s listening to angel’s heartbeat. He beams “I can’t believe I’m a father.” He laughs “ironic isn’t it?”

“what is?”

“the devil is the father of an angel” he muses. His face is bright and happy

“I never thought of it that way” I ponder “she’s already fearless like you”

“Hm, maybe not a good thing. But she sure has the Murdock fighter genes. I’m just sorry I missed the pregnancy and everything”

“well we could always try again?”

“I’d love that” he purrs into my ear in his deep voice. And his head rests in the crook of my neck as he leans into my body. And I’m so so starved for touched after all these years I hold onto him like he’s the last thing in the world. I practically melt into his touch as I haven’t been intimate like this in so long.

“don’t leave me” i whisper

“no sweetheart” his strokes my hair “im never leaving you again”

it feels so comfy with his bodyweight on mine on the couch we don’t even bother to move to the bed as we fall asleep there that night not wanting for a second to leave each other’s arms. It would be hard to explain to to angel who this man she never met was will figure that out in the morning. Things are always better in the morning. No things are always better now that’s he’s back. Everything seems fixed, my whole world.

[tw1l1te]

blueberry₊˚✩⊹sal fisher x reader₊˚✩⊹

(Not edited, so please forgive men if there are grammatical/spelling errors. Random thought I came up with. Please let me know if you'd like more backstory/a continuation of this!

Sitting on top of Addison Apartments was a place to think. A place of silence except the sounds of breathing and the occasional shuffling around. You haven't been up here in a while, since the fight you and Sal had a few months ago.

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"God you're such a hypocrite. You keep telling others to take care of themselves and not isolate, but yet you don't give two shits and don't even take your own advice. Not answering your phone or leaving your apartment for over two months? Do you know how worried Ash was? How heartbroken and distant Larry became?? We thought you were fucking dead Y/n. And after all that you decide to drop by and ask 'what's up'?" Sal seethed, his tone getting more hostile by the second.

You don't think you've ever seen him so angry.

"I'm sorry Sal, I didn't mean to make you all worry. That was the last thing I wanted you guys to feel. You know I don't handle my mental health well," you murmured, avoiding Sal's eyes. You could already feel the tears streaming down your face.

"Listen I get it Y/n, but you can't just cut us off like that. You made us all husks of what we used to be. Do you know how many nights I stayed up till the early morning just staring at my phone, hoping you'd at least call?? I couldn't even remember what you sounded like until today."

"Bluebe-"

"Don't call me that. You have no right calling me that after the months of heartbreak and worry you've caused us. Every time this happens, I get my hopes up in that you won't shut us out and disappear. I get disappointed every. Single. Time. You're lucky that Larry, Ash, and Todd are such forgiving people. You don't deserve them."

You mulled over his words. He was right. You didn't deserve them. All the affection and love that they gave you all for you to throw it down the drain when you got too ill. The hundreds of phone calls from Ash. The constant check-ins from Larry over the walkie-talkie, talking about stupid shit that happened that day or speaking softly about how much he missed you. Todd emailing you every few days asking how you were holding up and if you needed anything, but eventually those emails automatically went to spam. And Sal. Sal was probably the hardest to avoid.

He sat outside your apartment door for hours, talking, pleading you to let him in to talk. He brought snacks and slid them under the door, worried if you were eating enough. Playing his guitar for you through the walkie-talkie, hoping it would soothe you or cheer you up. Sliding random doodles and letters under the door so you had something to help remind you about how much they cared about you. How much he cared for you. You kept them all under the bed in a shoe box, reading over every word and cat doodle every single night.

"I can't do this again, Y/n. You've hurt me over and over and over again. Each time I expected it to end different."

He took a pause, waiting for a reaction or a word from you.

"We're done. I don't know about the others, but don't bother writing or talking to me. I can't do this anymore."

And with that, he headed downstairs, not sparing you a single glance back.

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You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the rooftop door creak open.

You don't look back, hoping the person would get a hint and leave.

You hear the footsteps get closer, and stopping right beside you.

"Didn't think you came up here anymore." he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

Fuck. He was probably the last person you wanted to see right now.

"I come here to think." you stated, looking out to the street and nearby houses.

"Y/n, I'm sor-" "I'm leaving." you cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say.

You've thought about your time in Nockfell and decided that it was time for you to move on. You couldn't be stuck in a time capsule forever. The more time had passed, the more it had started to hurt being here and see reminders of what had happened. Reminders of him.

"What?" he whispered, finally looking at you.

"I need to move on. I can't be here anymore." you stated, trying to keep your voice level.

"You were right, I can't keep leaving people in the dark and constantly worrying them. I'll keep doing that if I stay here. I need to be somewhere else, I don't know where, but I'll figure it out."

"Y/n. If this is about what I said, I'm sorry, I was in a bad state too. I was just so worried that something had happened-"

"Sal, please stop. I'm not changing my mind. I'm leaving tomorrow morning-"

"What about Ash? Larry and Todd? What about me?? I need you here. It was wrong of me to shut you out, to ignore you. I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You finally looked at him, right into his blue eyes.

His hair had gotten longer, choppier, like he'd tried to cut it himself. No longer in the pigtails you loved. Seems like you'd both changed.

"I need to go, Sal."

You walk away, not looking back because if you did, you wouldn't be able to leave. You wouldn't be able to leave them. Leave Nockfell. Leave him.

"I'll see you around, Blueberry."

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[topguncortez]

Ice comforting gooses sister after his death. Maybe with a touch of people blaming him for the accident

- @topgun-imagines

When We Were Young | | T. Kazansky

Masterlist | Iceman Masterlist

synopsis: Tom Kazansky isn't a man who lives with many regrets. . . but this has to be one of them, and sadly, you get wrapped up right in it.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: character death, tears, depression, angst, probably grammar and spelling errors.

note: maybe possible blurb night?? I don't have to work tonight and I actually feel inspiration:) i also did just hit 5.3k:)))

Ice felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

He knew what he did. He knew that he should’ve gotten out of there when Maverick told him. He knew that he didn’t have that shot lined up, but there was just something about Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell that got into his head and made him act reckless. And because of that, Iceman had to hold you up from crashing to the ground as you got the phone call from Carole that your brother was dead.

Ice knew that the two of you had an unbreakable bond. Your mother had passed when she gave birth to you, and your dad was in no shape to take care of you. So, it all fell onto Goose, who was just eight years old at the time. I’ve had always wished to have the type of brother-sister bond that you and Goose had. I’ve hated his siblings and wanted nothing to do with them.

Ice knew the moment that he watched Goose’s early ejection that he gone, but he didn’t have the heart to tell you. He wasn’t even sure if it would’ve been easier to hear it from him or not. Your knees had gone weak and sobs racked your body as you begged Carole to tell you that it wasn’t true. That somehow, someway the Navy had gotten it wrong. That they called and told the wrong Carole Bradshaw that the wrong Nicholas ‘Goose’ Bradshaw was dead.

When Ice decided he had enough of you sobbing uncontrollably on the kitchen he floor, he walked over to you, and gently put a hand on your shoulder.

“Baby, you need to breathe,” Ice said, as he gently pulled the receiver from your hand. Carole had long since hung up and the dial tone “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

He picked you up like you were nothing, carrying you with ease to your shared bed room for the time being. He changed you out of the clothes you were wearing, and slid on one of his Navy PT shirts, that was more of a dress than a shirt on you. He held you tightly against his chest, feeling the wetness from your eyes hit his skin. Ice ran circles up your back until the sobs faded to quiet whimpers.

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“They said it was quick.” Carole’s voice was barely above a whisper as you sat next to her in the day room of the barracks.

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet, and she had invited you to come with her to gather Goose's things. Carole wasn't sure that she could keep up a brave face in front of Bradley by herself, but you weren't sure if you were going to be much help either. It had only been about three hours since you had your last cry sesh, and you were feeling that all too familiar burning sensation in your chest again.

"I guess that's good," You muttered, looking over at Bradley who was flipping through the pages of some magazine which you weren't all too sure wasn't a Playboy.

"He was gone before he hit the water," Carole scoffed, "You know he always had a fear of the ocean ever since that trip to-"

"I know."

You didn't mean to cut Carole off, but you couldn't sit here and tell happy stories while your brother's best friend was collecting all of his things to give to his widow.

Hell, it didn't even feel right to call Carole a widow. The woman had barely turned 30.

It was silent for a moment, before Carole spoke up, "How was Ice last night?"

The sound of your boyfriend's callsign from her lips caught your attention, as you looked up from Bradley.

"Why do you ask?"

"He was in the air with Mav and Goose when. . . when it happened."

Now this was news to you.

But then you realized, you hadn't even bothered to see how this was affecting your boyfriend. Goose was the one who introduced the two of you back when he was at the academy. He tried doing the whole "older brother, stay away from my little sister" bit, but it was no use against Tom Kazansky's killer smile and your soft baby cow like brown eyes. Tom "Iceman" Kazansky was smitten from the moment he laid eyes on you and it had been history ever since.

"Did he say something to you?" You quietly asked Carole.

"I. . ." Carole started, and then sighed, "Maverick said something when he came and saw us. He said it was a mistake, that it was a stupid error. That he should've known-"

It was as if he knew they were discussing him, Iceman pulled the door to the day room open, standing in the doorway. He was dressed in his service khakis, ribbon rack and gold plating all perfectly shined. But you weren't looking at his perfectly done dress uniform, no, you were looking at the sad look in his baby blue eyes.

"Tom," Carole greeted, standing up from her chair. If there was one thing about Carole Bradshaw, it was that she was a hugger. It didn't matter if she was literally going through hell, she was going to hug you either way.

"Hi Carole," Ice greeted the woman, giving her a quick squeeze, before releasing her, "You guys been here long?" He was looking right at you, but you weren't sure what to even say to him. It had been a game of Tom Talks and you just look at him for the past couple days.

Carole looked between the two of you, before clearing her throat, "No, not long. Maverick is just gathering Goose's things," She turned to look at Ice again, "You should wait with us," She said softly to him.

Iceman nodded and walked over to where you were sitting with Bradley. The little boy smiled and reached for the man he considered another uncle. Usually, the sight of Iceman and Bradley made your heart do jumping jacks, but right now, it was as if a boa constrictor had found its way around it.

The four of you waited in painful silence, you staring at the silent movie playing on TV, until the door opened again, and Maverick stepped inside. Carole had managed to keep her tears at bay until she saw her husband's best friend.

Maverick, for lack of better words, looked like utter hell. His green eyes were full of sadness and guilt. He looked as though he hadn't slept a wink in days, and was about to collapse on the spot. In his hand, he held a simple copy paper box that had been filled with the rest of Goose's stuff. A Naval Officer had come by the day before and took all the things that rightfully belonged to the Department of the Navy.

"God, he loved flying with you, Maverick," Carole said, her voice cracking. You and Ice stood up, as Carole got out of her chair to greet him. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight hug. You couldn't help the pang in your chest as he handed Carole the box.

"But he would've done it anyway... without you," Carole sighed, "He'd have hated it, but he would've done it." Maverick nodded. Carole gave him one more hug and a kiss on the cheek, before turning around and holding her hand out to Bradley, who ran to his mother in an instant. Her blues eyes looked up at you, and she gave you a sad smile, "We'll wait for you."

All you could do was nod. Leave it to Carole Bradshaw to know that you needed the truth more than anyone in this room. Once the door was shut and Carole was out of earshot, you looked at the two men standing in the room.

"What happened?" You asked.

"Baby, I already told-"

"No," You cut Tom off, and looked over at Maverick, "What happened?"

The brunette man gulped, looking quickly at Ice, before looking at you, "Ice was trying to take a shot on a boogey, but he was taking too long to get missile lock on it. I had the perfect shot lined up, but Ice needed to move out. I kept telling him to take the shot or move, but he wouldn't. And when he finally did, it was too late. We were in his jet wash. I lost control, went into a flat spin. . ." Maverick shook his head and looked at his shoes, "The ejection failed. Goose hit his head on the canopy. Killed him instantly."

Your brown eyes were filled with tears as you turned to look at Tom, whose jaw was clenched tightly, his eyes filled with regret and guilt.

"It was an accident-"

"If that's what you choose to believe," Maverick spat, "I think you were trying to teach me something and you got my best friend killed."

"I had the shot!"

"No you didn't!"

"Maybe, if you hadn't been flying so god damn close and not trying to swoop in and-"

"Oh piss off, Kazansky, you've been waiting for your moment to-

"Enough!" You yelled. Both men looked at you shocked that you had raised your voice. Compared to Goose, you were always the quiet one, sticking to stay in the corner while Goose liked to bet he center of attention.

"Baby, let's go-" Tom reached out to you, but you pushed away from him, "Y/N. . ."

You couldn't say it out loud, you were afraid of your heart would break in your chest. Instead, you shook your head and turned to Maverick.

"Take me home?"

The brown haired pilot nodded, putting his arm around your shoulders and ushered you out of the room.

Ice couldn't help the burning sensation of tears that welled up in his throat. He had heard the whispers of his fellow classmates for the past couple days. He knew what they were thinking, but to hear it said out loud, in front of the one person he didn't want knowing about what had happened that fateful day in the air, broke him. Tom knew he was already branded as ice cold, and now he was sure that he would never escape it.

Ice stood in the silent room for a moment, before turning on his heel and going back to work.

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[calcja]

SAINT OR SLUT PT. 2

CHARACTERS: Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Kokonoi Hajime

THEMES: 18+//NSFW//PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ❗️❗️

SYPNOSIS: Here's what i think whether these bonten members are virgins or nah

A/N: Hello! this is the pt. 2 of Saint or Slut. Thank you very much for liking the first one! I DIDNT EXPECT THAT IT WOULD HAVE THAT MANY LIKES SO THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE HUHUHUHU!!! Again, There might be some grammars and spellings error bc english is not my first language.

❗️This does not follow the manga❗️

❗️Bonten timeskip, They're not minors here anymore❗️

❗️I do not own any images here. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS ❗️

link to first part:

• RAN HAITANI

• 😁😁😁😁... no.

• He's not a virgin anymore. End of the topic.

• Ran is a high maintenance guy, He canonically likes to take care of himself, inside and out. Ran seems to be the type of guy who fills up his needs and wants as a man.

• Now every guy have already imagined themselves having sex AND wanting sex, most of them engage into it just like Ran.

• Just like Sanzu, this man always do his job first especially when it benefits him (and his bro)

• Ran might not be THAT slut but he's a BIG FLIRT especially to girls his types

• idk but i dont rlly see him fuck some random bitches, THIS MAN HAS STANDARDS. he would probably test that person first before he leads them to bed and what i meant by testing is flirting w them first duhhh

• RINDOU HAITANI

• Not a virgin anymore

• Just the fact that he's a DJ in Ropponggi says it all. He's a club owner. He's a Haitani.

• He spends his free time at his own club or sometimes at the club he and his brother own, hosting parties and socializing w other people.

• It's either u're the one who's gonna approach him at the dj booth or he's the one who's going to approach u when u got his eyes and attention.

• Rindou would be the type of guy to chat w u first and have a nice conversation before u end up on his bed

• Would definitely interrogate u first abt what type of music u like lol

• I can see him fucking u in a much more private settings not just in some bathrooms or small romms or what

• This is so random but he gives me "i'm alrdy taken" vibes 😲😲😲

• Kokonoi Hajime

• yuhhh (a virgin)

• cmon give my man a break

• He's defo the most stressed person at bonten

• Always busy. 24/7 paperworks. short breaks.

• He's too busy to fuck w someone, bro just want 8 hours of sleep.

• but im sure he alrdy made out w someone

•If he ever will makeout w someone, i dont see him meeting someone to makeout w at some club like the other members but rather i see him at the office or sumthn

• Koko rlly needs to know u first before he gets freaky w u, It will take long bcs he needs to be comfy w u first.

a/n: That's all! thanks again for reading the first part of this series

[youaintnothinbuta]

First Kiss - Elvis

Summary: Your best friend, Elvis, was walking you home from having dinner at his house. When he gets you home, he realises your parents are out of town, and offers to stay so you’re not alone.

Pairing: Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 906

Warnings: none/fluff. Probably typos/spelling errors/bad grammar that I’ve missed

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You and Elvis are close friends, you have known each other since middle school. You liked Elvis a lot, and he liked you even more, but he was your best friend. And through years of him and you constantly hanging around each others houses, your parents and his practically also were best friends. There was too much on the line for either of you to confess your feelings.

You and Elvis lived only three streets away from each other, you had come round to his family’s house for dinner, and he was walking you home afterwards, chatting about anything and everything that came to mind. The pair of you passed two of the boys who you went to school with, sitting on one of them’s car which was parked on the street.

“Fairy here sew that dress for ya, darling? Or is he lucky enough to take it off ya?” One of them called out to you, insulting Elvis through his friend’s wolf whistle. Elvis grabbed your hand, holding it to his chest. He had a very protective nature, over his family and you, especially you.

“You know, Charlie, maybe you’d be able to get a girl into that car if you didn’t holler at them like dogs.” Elvis shouted back as he walked you passed them.

“Why do they always gotta pick on me? I’ve never spoken to them.” You asked, once you were sure they were out of ear shot.

“They pick on ya, honey, cos they want ya to speak to them.” Elvis replied, letting go of your hand.

“What?”

“You know, you’re a pretty girl. They want your attention.”

“That’s no way to get a ladies attention!” You argued.

“I know that, honey, but not every guy does.” He continued, walking you to your front door. You just sighed.

“Ain’t your parents home?” He asked.

“No, papa had to go out of town for work and mama went with him. It’s just me for a few days.” You explained, unlocking your door.

“Should’ve told me, mama would rather you stay at ours than alone, y’know. You gonna be alright by yourself?” He asked.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll be okay.” You sighed, taking a step inside and flicking on the light.

“Goodnight, Elvis, thank your parents again for dinner for me.” You kissed him on the cheek and pulled him into a hug. This hug in particular lasted a lot longer than normal, you were holding him for as long as you could in hopes he’d realise that was your way of asking him to stay the night with you.

“I’m parkin’ here tonight aren’t I?” He asked, chuckling slightly.

“Well, if you insist.” You smiled, bringing him inside and locking the front door.

“Can I call mama, let her know your folks ain’t home?”

“‘Course.” You replied, Elvis heading to use your telephone, while you headed upstairs to get changed into something more comfortable for sleeping in.

“Mama said you should’ve told her, she’d don’t want you to feel like you can’t ask a favour.” Elvis spoke, walking into your bedroom.

“Oh I know, I just- I thought I’d be fine.”

“She told me to give you this, for her.” Elvis smiled, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Give her one back for me, okay?” You smiled.

“I will. Got a pillow you can spare?” Elvis asked.

“I- yeah, why? How many you need?” You asked, puzzled.

“Uh, one.” Elvis chuckled, confused at your question.

“You already got two.”

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows furrowed, confused.

“Honey, is there a pillow I can take to sleep on the couch?”

“What’s wrong with the two you have in my bed?” You asked, surprised.

“Oh, I just thought I’d take the couch.”

“If you want, I won’t force ya, but I don’t bite.” You smiled at him.

“I don’t know…them teeth look real sharp.” He grabbed your jaw, gently squishing your face. You nipped at his finger, playfully.

“Hey, watch it!” One of his hands grabbed your wrist to pull you towards him, the other pointing at you to tell you off, as he scrunched his face.

“Or what?” You smiled.

“You testing me?” Elvis inched his face closer to yours, his eyes locked on yours.

Your voice changed to a whisper “Maybe I am.” You replied.

Without saying a word, Elvis closed the remaining distance between you, his lips gently brushing against yours. It was a tender and innocent kiss, yet strong, filled with years of unspoken feelings.

You melted into the moment, your hand instinctively finding its way to the back of Elvis's neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Eventually, you reluctantly pulled away, your breaths mingling in the quiet room. You stared into each other's eyes, a mixture of surprise, joy, and apprehension reflected in your gazes.

“I— I’ve w— wanted to do that for so long.” He admitted. You smiled at his stutter, the one that he develops whenever he’s really or nervous or excited.

“So have I.” Your lips moved, but no sound escaped them, your eyes dropping to the floor.

A smirk curled over his lips. “You go get your little night gown on, I’ll go lock up and meet you up here.” He gently pushed you by your lower back, towards your closet.

You complied eagerly, excited to see what may be unfolding between the two of you.

[soleilnomoon]

Sooo.... there's no way I could ever resist submitting a request in one of your events. +_+ Been hurrying to get up from bed for this, I hope I'll still catch a slot :D so excited you're doing this!!!!

Can I please have some mangos and strawberries, with a Mai Tai (Ace)? <3 I'd love to listen to any combination of the songs #3, #9, #39, #43 (sorry, but this SCREAMS of Ace; also any variant of it, like talking to a 3rd person about it), #38 (couldn't resist the combination). OMG. It's soooo hard to choose....! There's so many combi-ideas! +_+ I absolutely love this! Thank you so much for doing this event! :D

omg hiiii 🥰️ that pic is killing me 😭😭 lmaooo *shakes u* so i rewrote this like 10x i think, but it’s finally done and i am v excited for you to read it. also i’m so happy you requested, you always pick good prompts lmao anyway, ty for being patient 😊 as u know i’m slow as hell when it comes to writing — also the fluff almost killed me!!!! 💗

3.5k words (pls pls i know i know!!!! it's not my fault, i blame ace), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it's there i promise, somewhere) & smut (and angst that u didn't ask for <3); modern au! feat. ace being a menace as usual, reader in denial (serious serious denial) of her feelings, reader's a lil shyyy ok, public sex, (slight) public exhibition, public sex, choking, rough sex, hand job, oral (m receiving), ace being shirtless is a warning, childhood frenz 2 lovers (who am i), mutual pining, reader is foolish & needs to be honest, ace needs to calm down but he never will. idk! probably more stuff idr yk the vibes. (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes, no u didn't bb 💕)

a warm breeze wraps itself around your arms and legs, languid and loving — a heavy embrace that unjustly suffocates, with a light sheen of sweat that belatedly appears on your forehead. your denim shorts ride up higher on your thighs the more you move around; for some reason, you just can’t seem to get comfortable. loud music wafts from your parents’ house through the open sliding doors, the beats catchy and mesmerizing, lulling you into a much more relaxed state as you continue to lounge on the hammock in the backyard. another breeze glides along your skin, making you roll over onto your back, the rope from the hammock rough but comforting.

to keep yourself from spiraling, you close your eyes and soak up as much of the sun as possible. your lips are a little red and sticky from the popsicle you ate just a few minutes ago; it helped to cool you down for a bit, but the heat is relentless and oppressive.

after graduating from college, you left home and traveled for a few years; you’ve always had that itch, a desire to roam about freely without having anything — or anyone — tying you down. it’s why you left so quickly; it’s why you didn’t say goodbye properly; and it’s why you’ve been on edge all afternoon.

you groan loudly before covering your face with your hands.

“this is so stupid.” your words are muffled and strained, your frustration rising along with the temperature outside. it’s simple — all you have to do is casually strike up conversation with him and act like nothing’s changed.

so easy, right?

you desperately want it to be, but the universe has a penchant for bad jokes and the punch line is currently on its way to disrupt your life.

“he probably won’t even come by anyway,” you continue to mumble before dropping your hands. a frown climbs onto your lips afterwards. the idea that your parents might actually be wrong, that he isn’t going to come by like he promised he would, is all too much for you to deal with.

and suddenly, you feel like you can’t breathe; the air grows thick enough to choke on, an obnoxious thudding growing louder and louder in your ears—

but before you can succumb to your unfortunate demise, someone pinches your nose, disrupting the chaotic flow of thoughts pummeling into you one right after the other. squirming around, you stare, wide-eyed, at the last person you thought you’d see today.

despite pressing his lips together, it does nothing to stop him from laughing at you — not maliciously, but he really can’t help it. your look of genuine shock and confusion is cute. really, really cute. adorable, even. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s been waiting for a moment like this to pop up so you both can finally have that one conversation you keep running away from.

you are wholly unprepared to see ace this soon; words rush from the pit of your stomach up to your mouth, ready to fling ace’s way without restraint. but, as always, you hold back. you’ve gotten quite good at biting your tongue, at stamping out certain emotions; it’s better, easier that way.

no one gets hurt, right?

right.

with a sly smile, ace slides his sunglasses away from his face, upwards onto his hair; you were in such a daze that you barely heard him walk over. which worked out fine for ace, because he could look at you freely without you hiding from him like you usually do — a thing he hopes you’ve grown out of in the time you’ve spent apart.

if you thought you couldn’t breathe before, you’re definitely gasping for air now. lips parted, you inhale deeply as a completely different kind of heat surges through you faster than you’d like. he pauses for a moment before gently swiping his thumb along your plush bottom lip.

an insidious thudding echoes loudly around your ears, and you realize, in fear, that it’s the sound of your heart — beating erratically at his proximity and touch. talking feels impossible, so you remain silent and stare at him in disbelief.

it feels like an eternity passes before ace smiles again, your eyes track the way his lips slowly curve upward, bringing about that familiar dimple in his right cheek. something possesses you to reach up to touch his cheek, the tips of your fingers barely grazing his skin when you realize what you’re doing. you snatch your hand back quickly, a light-headedness descending upon you right after.

on impulse, ace leans down until his lips ghost over yours, the familiarity of the gesture triggering a memory so strong that goosebumps unceremoniously prickle your skin without remorse. you remember exactly how skillful his mouth is; you remember how your limbs were tangled with his; and you remember how you almost blurted out a hidden truth that you refused to admit to. he’d gone still, nearly statuesque as an unreadable look morphed onto his face; fear of rejection had you scrambling away from his embrace, nearly out of breath as you darted out of his bedroom without looking back.

remorse finds its way to you again, but your thoughts are too scattered to properly feel it. if you don’t figure something out soon, you’ll give in to him all over again — and you simply can’t do that.

however, ace has a way of diverting your plans with his whims and spontaneity.

“hey, pretty,” he says, voice low and husky, with a hint of that mischievous and boyish charm he’s well-known for; his hand on your hip is practically scalding, his thumb coasting dangerously on your soft stomach, but you don’t push him away. a soft whimper dares to slip out of your mouth when his grip tightens and you’re so sure that he’s going to kiss you — but he doesn’t.

ace straightens up and sticks his hands into his pockets, all innocent-like, completely disregarding the fact that he’s the reason why your heart is beating loud enough to rattle your bones. his cologne lingers — a rich and heavy, spiced scent with hints of blackberry — and you get drunk from it, mind a little hazy. you’re in too much shock to feel any sort of shame, and if he wasn’t so intent on teasing you for a bit longer, he would’ve already succumbed to the temptation of kissing you.

he really just meant to say hi, but you were being cute while talking out loud to yourself, your voice traveling further than you probably wanted; it was the sight of your exposed legs — curvy and soft, skin glistening almost flawlessly under the sun — that really fueled his audacity. since you’re prone to running, he did the only thing that made sense: invade your personal space. it’s the only way to keep you still long enough to talk.

or, so he thought.

“w-what are you doing here?” you ask in a panic, moving around on the hammock, eyes widening again as you shamelessly stare at his chest. he still has that peculiar habit of walking around shirtless, which is your justification for why you keep looking at him like that — his abs look more defined than before, but you refrain from touching him again.

ace completely ignores your question and instead says, “you’re hot.” he tilts his head a bit, that sly grin finding its way onto his lips again when you stumble over your words.

“i—what?”

you sit up and climb off the hammock with clumsy and hurried movements. thankfully he has the decency to not laugh this time, but that pesky dimple resurfaces, and you have to ball your hands into fists and sink your nails into your palms to keep yourself from saying something unnecessary and embarrassing.

“why are you—” you cut yourself off, take a deep breath, and try again, “i don’t understand.”

is he joking? he has to be, there’s no way he’s forgiven you for leaving him like that; and even though he called you pretty earlier, you’re sure that’s just his way of wanting to rile you up for his own amusement.

and while you’re not entirely wrong about that, he was being serious.

he lifts his chin and motions to your chest; sweat glides down your neck and sneaks in between your cleavage. you realize, then, that he meant that you literally looked hot. pressing your lips together firmly, you decide against speaking and opt to march past him instead. you don’t get far, if anything ace only allows you to move a few feet away before wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you back.

your mouth dries and you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let up.

“you’re hurting my feelings, y’know,” he says quietly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. you bite your lower lip before rolling it in between your teeth, contemplating his words. you know you’re being ridiculous, and you know you owe him an explanation — your cowardice nearly wins out, but you settle down and sigh softly.

“you’re right, i’m sorry.” for so many things, but you keep that bit to yourself.

ace only laughs again at your austere demeanor. “just kidding, i just want to be selfish right now.” something about that sets your skin on fire, although it probably doesn’t help that ace places a kiss on the side of your neck before you can respond to him properly.

suddenly, all that fight that you had — that determination to avoid him completely — leaves your body. on a sharp inhale you turn around and look up at him curiously, to see if he’s actually being serious or not; ace stares at you intently, adoration saturated in lust clouding his vision. he holds onto the back of your neck and kisses you, his tongue playfully licking your bottom lip, grinning at how sweet you taste.

you shiver and open your mouth for him as he kisses you again, slow and sensuous, your legs nearly giving out from the intensity. his hand travels down your back, its descent searing and playful; you kiss him back with fervor and enthusiasm, lips moving against his as if this is a common occurrence for you two.

his tongue swirls around yours and when his large hand moves lower to grab your ass, you nearly lose your mind. there’s an intense, unavoidable ache in between your thighs as you cling onto him desperately, whimpering softly against his lips. he told himself he’d take it slow, but the way you’re reacting to him only confirms what he’s always known: you want him just as much as he wants you.

it’s in between heated tongue kisses that ace suggests a change in location. dazed and slightly confused, you feel yourself nodding as he tugs you along with him, anticipation making you stumble over your sandaled feet. he has half a mind to just carry you back inside, but you eventually keep up with his long strides. you hide behind ace when your parents step outside, boisterously chatting with a few of their guests as they sit at the table on the deck underneath the large awning. you’re glad they barely take notice of you — they’re halfway drunk already — and ace laughs at your demure behavior, prompting you to pinch his arm playfully and shushing him. it’s your feeble attempt at sneaking by without anyone interrogating you.

when you successfully make it back into your house, you let out a sigh, embracing the cool air.

“that was close,” you say out loud and at ace’s puzzled expression, you motion to your parents outside, “they almost saw us.”

he blinks slowly and lifts a brow. “so?” ace has never been one to hide like that, so he’s unsure why you want to.

“what do you mean ‘so’?” your face burns as soon as the words leave your mouth; you’re not sure why you’re feeling bashful, but it becomes harder and harder to look at ace. maybe it’s because you’re so aroused that you’d let him fuck you in the kitchen without complaint, or maybe it’s because you can’t come to terms with your feelings for him.

or, maybe it’s a combination of both.

either way, ace doesn’t know why you care.

sighing loudly he walks out of the kitchen, fully expecting you to follow — and you do. you’re unsure if you’ve said the wrong thing; actually, you know you’ve said the wrong thing, but before you can apologize, ace pushes you against the wall, hands placed on either side of your head as he cages you in.

“who cares if anyone sees?”

he’s right, you know that; it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. but when he presses places a kiss on your neck, you melt — heart beating faster than necessary, making you dizzy with want. you place your hands on his chest, his muscles firm under your soft touch; ace inhales sharply when you bring your hands lower, his cock stiff and heavy in his shorts, an irritating reminder that his self-restraint is dissipating quickly.

later on, when you reflect on this moment, you’ll chastise yourself about how impulsive you both were — fucking in your hallway while your parents entertain guests not even forty feet away — but for now, you just want to indulge in the fantasy and not think about anything.

ace grabs your wrist clumsily, suddenly remembering himself while halting your movements. you blink at him, confused and anxious; maybe he changed his mind about everything? maybe this was payback for the last time you were together — and, if you’re honest, you can’t exactly blame him. swallowing hard, you relax your face and opt for a more neutral expression.

normally much more forthcoming with his wants and desires, ace hesitates, momentarily, dark brows furrowed as a frown settles onto his lips.

“maybe we shouldn’t…,” he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply, your perfume immobilizing him temporarily before he speaks again. “you deserve better than me.”

you sit with his words for a moment but it’s not long before your hands work at tugging his shorts and underwear down. he looks at you, light brown cheeks flushed slightly when he notices the way you’re staring. you knew he was big, but goodness — still, you don’t let that deter you, and wrap a hand around his cock and slowly stroke it. ace lets out a quiet groan and it encourages you to move your hand faster.

with a soft peck on his lips, you say, “that’s not for you to decide.” which is all you’ll say on the matter. your feelings for him were too big for you to handle before, but now — now that you’ve been forced to confront your own damn self, a belated sense of clarity falls over you. it was never easy to convey your feelings into words when it came to him, but you’re very sure that he’ll understand you now.

ace’s hips jut forward when your grip around his cock tightens; he lets out a low hiss, doing his best not to be too loud since you’re so adamant about not getting caught. pre-cum spills from his slit, down onto your hand; a fascinating sight that has you sinking to your knees without much thought and replacing your hand with your mouth.

at that he moans much louder than he means to, but once your plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, he stops caring.

“fuck,” he breathes, leaning against the wall for support as you flick your tongue against his slit — a dangerous move, but one that you make with the full confidence that ace would, in turn, fuck you like you’ve always wanted him to.

you run your tongue down his length with gusto, as if his cock was an addictive summer treat. and, maybe it is, because you open your mouth and bob up and down his length. you use your hands for what you can’t fit in your mouth, moaning around him as you press your thighs together. your mouth is sinfully warm and wet — forbidden, almost; he grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you steady as he thrusts his hips forward.

holding onto his thighs, you slacken your jaw and keep your tongue flat, arousal building as he fucks your mouth. he knows he should be gentle, but he’s reached his limit and you’re being so compliant — he can’t really help himself. not that you mind, your panties are already damp from your slick arousal; his movements are rushed and purposeful, but you enjoy the way he’s seemingly lost control of himself.

you gag around him, breathe deeply through your nose, and ignore the tears that spill down your round cheeks. ace moans your name and your heart expands pitifully in your chest, warmth traveling all along your body. he knows he’ll never last if he keeps this up, so he pulls out of you without warning. you nearly fall over but you hold onto him, looking up at him curiously, long lashes tantalizing and mesmerizing as your tears start to dry.

he pulls you up to your feet and kisses you again with a hand wrapped around your throat; he gives it a teasing squeeze and you moan against his lips. it doesn’t take long before you unbutton your shorts and pull them down with your panties — your thighs trembling with each passing second. you wrap your legs around him possessively when he picks you up; the kisses grow more urgent and sloppier, your heart threatening to kill you mercilessly with how hard its beating.

this must be what dying feels like, you tell yourself, although when he rubs the tip of his cock in between your slick folds, you buck your hips forward and beg him to stop teasing you.

since he’s not that cruel, ace lines the head of his cock with your entrance and inches forward; sucking in a bit of air, you hold onto him tightly, and when you relax, ace thrusts into you. the moan you let out is absolutely indecent, your pussy a lewd, greedy thing that swallows his cock without much issue. with long strokes, ace knocks his hips against yours, a strangled cry slipping out of you unexpectedly. ace kisses you again and again — an attempt to keep you quiet — but soon, his strokes get shorter and frenzied as he fucks you harder, almost like he wants to incapacitate you with an orgasm.

you wouldn’t mind going out like that, especially when ace is fucking you like that, balls slapping against your ass loudly, mouth hungrily searching for his while you harshly drag your nails down the back of his neck. he doesn’t mind as the pain is minimal, and he likes the idea of you marking him the way he’s marked you.

it becomes increasingly difficult to keep quiet, but you’ve long forgotten why you needed to keep quiet in the first place. your saving grace is that your parents and their friends are more intoxicated than you originally thought and are in their own world as they laugh and dance outside. somewhere down the line, you lost your common sense — you suppose it happened when ace came to find you earlier — and because of that, you let go. your cunt squeezes around him tightly, your arousal coating the length of him; ace angles his hips and his cock reaches a spot that’s deep enough to make you babble at him incoherently.

he laughs and drops a playful kiss on your lips, his hands gripping your ass as he powers into you. a flash of white robs you of your vision, a liquid heat swirling around your lower abdomen as you cum hard with his name in your mouth. hips rolling forward, he bites your neck recklessly and your orgasm intensifies.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. yes!” you chant without restraint, throat hoarse, voice raw. he breathes unevenly, thrusting feverishly into your puffy pussy, his own orgasm finding him shortly after.

ace groans as he presses open-mouthed kisses down your throat, your whines saccharine and enticing; there are so many things he wants (and needs) to say, but he pushes that aside, deciding to enjoy this moment with you instead. you pant lightly and hold onto him, heartbeat slowing until it matches his. you should probably hurry up and get dressed, since there’s no telling when someone will come through that hallway, but you can’t be bothered right now. you’re much more interested in the way ace kisses you again, leaving you breathless and terribly in love.

if you were privy to his thoughts, you’d know that he feels the same way and has felt that way for a long, long time — and sometimes he feels like he loves you a little too much. still, you feel much lighter now, sighing softly as you arch against him; the intimacy of it, surprisingly, doesn’t scare you, and now you wonder if maybe you were thinking too much about everything before. it seems that your problem has always had a simple solution, but you’re just glad that ace pushed you to figure it out. it isn’t something you’d normally do, but for ace you have a tendency to think and act impulsively without warning; he likes that side of you, and hopes that you’ll keep acting like that in the future.

[clevererthanyesterday]

The best study tip I've ever came across

What works for you today may not work for you tomorrow.

I think you've seen it happening: after many years of fails and victories you've find the perfect method to study and then one day out of nowhere it just... stop working. You're at your desk/library table/bed/floor wondering why you just can't study in the same way you used to. I mean, yesterday you studied just fine! why today's different?

I really don't why it happens, so I can't help you prevent it or something. I'm sorry but you just have to change method.

I know "stop doing what it's not working anymore even if yesterday it did" it's probably the most basic study tip you've heard after 10 years browsing Studyblr, but I wanted to share it with you because it's really upsetting and irrational how many times I don't follow it!

Little story time: I used to study listening classical music every day and at first it was a game changer for me, I was hyperfocusing for long periods of time and I just did get my shit done, it was amazing! Until one day I just found it really annoying, I really couldn't take classical music anymore.

Well... Do you think that I just turned off the music or put on some Lofi beats or something? Of course not. That's the reasons I'm telling you this!

I just kept listening to Moonlight Sonata until I gave up and watched YouTube videos and basically did nothing all day long.

(By the way I'm not saying you shouldn't take some rest days if you're burned out, that's not what I'm triyng to say.)

So, what is the takeaway from this really sad story™?

Our minds easily follow habits that we've built over time and it's really difficult to change those.

Our minds prefer do stuff the same way we do it everyday, than change.

Be aware of that! Stop hate yourself, stop asking "why it doesn't work for me anymore", go find a solution, even if it's hard and it takes time. Trust me, if you keep doing things the way you've always done them, your going to do nothing anyway.

I thought "maybe someone needs to hear this".

Goodbye,

P.S.: As you may wondering English is not my first language, I'm sorry for grammar/spelling errors!

[simplyparker]

Can you make a nsfw alphabet with earlier seasons Spencer? My love

Spencer Reid NSFW Alphabet

Mind you guys, these are headcannons! I made kinda kind of a subby switch. I hope you guys enjoy

Sorta explicit stuff below.

A/n: Sorry for any spelling errors, I'm really high rn

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Spencer gets really clingy after sex. He pouts as you get off the bed to get cleaned up and to clean him up. After you are both cleaned up you cuddle him as he buries himself into the crook of your neck, just enjoying being with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Spencer's favorite body part on himself is his neck and shoulders, because he love when you kiss and leave marks on him there, where he has to cover it up the next day. He especially likes when you bite his shoulder as you cum. Spencer's favorite body part on you is your tits and your thighs. He loves burying himself in between your thighs because he knows you'll pull on his hair and it drives him nuts. Sometimes he likes to just hold your boobs in a non-sexual way, like when you're cuddling.  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He absolutely LOVES eating you out after he comes in you. Or really, he just loves to spread his cum all over you. Like if have him cum on your tits, he likes to spread it all over your chest, then lick it up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time you invited him over you guys just cuddled on the couch. Your ass was pressed against him while you watched a movie and he excused himself to go to the bathroom. He ended up jacking off, and cleaned himself up with toilet paper. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He hadn't been all the way with anyone before he met you. At first he was really nervous and didn't really know what he was doing. he did quickly get the hang of what you liked though, and now he knows your body as good as you do.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you ride him. Having your tits in his face is probably his 2nd favorite thing in the world, the 1st being you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

At first he was always so serious and concentrated to make sure you felt good, after you both get comfortable he likes to mess around and tickle you, or do anything to make you giggle (because it makes you clench around him).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has nicely trimmed curly pubic hair. He makes sure he is well groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Spencer likes to take it slower, savor every moment he has with you. He goes into full romantic mode sometimes, especially if he feels like his work has been getting in the way of his time with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 

Spencer will call you and then edge himself while he's on a case (and not sharing a room) and will only cum if you tell him he can.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, mommy kink, breeding kink. I don't feel like I need to explain this one.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the bed. But one time you guys were on a long driving trip to Nevada so he could meet your parents. You guys fucked in that car in so many times on that 39 hour car ride, your surprised you were able to walk.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything. Especially when you do domestic stuff like folding your laundry, or making your shared bed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

(at least the first few seasons Spencer) He won't do anything with CNC. You had said something offhandedly about how whenever he can't sleep, he can just fuck you, even if you're sleeping. Spencer told you that he wouldn't feel comfortable doing that incase you change your mind and you completely understood.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giver. Spencer loves, loves, loves eating you out. Sometimes he'll tire himself out from pulling one orgasm after the next out of you. He does it so sloppily, yet so coordinated, and it's amazing. He loves when you thrust your hips up into his face and dig your nails into his hair.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how he feels. Sometimes he likes to take his time with you, sometimes he's too desperate, or you're too desperate, and he goes faster.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Again, it depends. Sometimes he just wants to feel you, so you guys will sneak off to a bathroom, or your car, but most of the time he doesn't really care for them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Spencer enjoys experimenting with you. He loves when you bring up an idea, although he does get a bit self conscious when he wants to try something. You always reassure him that if you aren't comfortable with it, you will be 100% honest with him, and vice versa.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He prefers to make you cum a few times before fucking you. He can get hard again quickly and you playfully tease him about it every time. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

Spencer bought you guys a vibrator for Valentines day. He used it on you when he fucks you in missionary

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you while he eats you out. He gets cocky after the second or third orgasm, and kitten licks or kisses your thighs until you push his face back where it belongs.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He gets so loud when you are giving him head. He stutters, and whimpers, and it's like music to your ears. When you overstimulate him, he'll have tears forming in his eyes and he's just begging for more incoherently. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time Spencer gave you head, he came untouched. The first time you pegged him, he came untouched. And the first week after you guys started dating he woke up for a week straight with cum-soiled boxers.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Spencer is a good size. A little over 6'' and he has a nice girth with a slight curve. He's veiny, and you like to tease the veins with your tongue.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Spencer is like a horny teenager. Like I said, he gets turned on by simple things, so he's always horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time Spencer waits for you to clean the two of you up and then cuddle and talk to you until one of you falls asleep, but on the occasion you fucked him until he was empty, he will fall asleep almost as soon as you leave the room.



[santaclaushohoho1]

writing blog 4 you little bitch:

i got a lot of worldbuilding and basic plotting done in my head. motivations, archetypes, names, landscapes, architecture, races, culture, and images are swimming around in my head. most have been written down

tomorrow i am hoping to draw a map and start expanding on races and cultures in my notebook. writing draws ever closer. the cultures will probably change as i move on through the story, as i am sure the (college (subtle brag 😎 (shut up xxprogamerxx)) anthropology class i am taking will give me so many ideas i want to include.

george r.r. martin, stephen king, and andrzej sapkowski are providing a large amount of inspiration but it is not a crossover fan fiction where Jon Snow fucks Geralt and a mother, mother, daughter, son, and weird fucking uncle relationship forms between yennefer, sussanah, ciri, jake, and eddie (i listed them in their respective roles).

this is entirely original

i swear

i plan for the map to be super detailed and i would like to start tonight but i am wiped out so instead i am going to watch the click in bed, sleep, and start on it in the morning

if i dont wake up early enough to do mapping before i start school i will work on basic plotting and maybe design a couple languages

some will be ancient and out of use, but somehow still relevant to important things (fucking latin) and others will be used regularly, though most humanoids will speak my version of common

i also have 12 religions to create

this will be a lot of fun, and considering how much of my time i spend thinking about this stuff, i am hopeful i finish quickly

i ALSO developed a schedule that i will do for writing when the time comes around. my goal is 95,000 words, and i have mathed it out so that if i can write 3,750 words a week (not that much, 750 words, 5 days a week or 536ish words a day) then it will be completed in in less than six months. this is doable and also gives me a LOT of wiggle room, both to get extremely ahead of schedule (if i get really into it) or really behind schedule (if i can only bring myself to write 500 a day for a week, i have another 2 days to write that extra 1250) (for context, this is over 400 words, so i will need to write less than 2 of these a day, this only took me maybe 20 minutes but that's including going over a couple times with my eyes and with Grammarly to fix any spelling mistakes and grammar errors (as well as adding tags and this side note, we are more like at 547 in this whole thing, including the tags), i will not be doing that on my rough draft because that shit is supposed to be rough and editing it will kill my motivation so hard)

i got my shit together raccoon!!! woohoo!!!

[wolfofartblock]

Trying to get some semblance of a story put together for the Researchers Au because I want to be consistent with what I draw, but I'm not a writer lol, so this is going to be long, it might run on and on, it'll probably be full of typos and errors because I'm also listening to music while typing it up, and more so please be patient >.> Things stil might change but for now I'm mostly satisfied with this.

Researches in the south pole find two creatures trapped in ice, as if they were frozen in the middle of a big fight. Both are cut and thawed out to be studied.

Dr. Mercer is such an important and world-renowned scientist that the (corporation/organization/government/idk) that the team works for lets him do whatever he wants when it comes to the research project. This includes him being the sole person allowed in the labratory containing the first creature's body (Alex).

Dr. Mercer was weirdly obsessed with Desmond, but also really hated him. Didn't think he deserved to be there, just like most of the scientists there, but to the extreme. While studying the creature he comes to theorize some of its abilities, including how it's able to consume and replace any organism, but of course this is just at theory and he needs a ginea (<- how do you spell that) pig.

Dr. Mercer then lures Desmond into the lab and attempts to get the creature to eat him. This backfires. Even while trapped in ice and subsequently the cyropod, the creature was aware of the presences and actions of each person at the station it came into contact with. It kind of liked Desmond and it was aware of what Dr. Mercer was trying to do. So it ate him instead. Easy.

Desmond obviously sees this, tries to tell the others but is not believed when "Dr. Mercer" appears behind him looking just fine and clearly not eaten. The real Dr. Mercer had never shared his theories with anyone, so no one suspected a thing.

Once everything is settled (for the night), Desmond goes to bed and the creature disguised as Dr. Mercer (Alex) goes to find the creature #2 to finish what they started however many thousands of years ago, but it's gone. No where to be seen. He thinks maybe it took advantage of the chaos Desmond caused running down the station's hallways screaming about Dr.Mercer's death. He swears and leaves the room.

For the next week Alex takes advantage of Dr.Mercer's refusal to allow anyone into the lab, pretending to hole up in there studying while actually crawling around through vents and pipes trying to find signs of the other creature so that he can take them down. Instead all he manages to do is give Desmond 20+ heart attacks a day and once again every time Desmond tries to tell someone he just saw something, he's brushed off, but at the same time some are worried. They think the isolation is getting to him, the way it did to his predecessor, Clay. They ask Alex to keep any eye on him because they've "noticed" the two getting closer recently anyways, but Alex was already watching him due to other reasons: already being 100% Desmond is a human since they were in the same room together when everything went down (or at the very least, that his locations can be checked and verified in some way or another the day of) (Thank you @teecupangel for that!)

At the start of the second week (as in week 2 since Dr. Mercer was eaten), one of the many sled dogs go missing. Desmond is distraught and some of the others at the station go from worried for him to scared of him. There's talk of sending him home or possibly getting him into some trouble. He's reprimanded and sent on his way. It's after this that him and Alex really do start to become a little close. There's still some odd behaviors from him here and there that weird Desmond out (stuff that Desmond would've easily connected to Alex being one of the creatures had the rest of the station not already convinced him he's being paranoid/crazy/needs help/etc.).

At the start of the third week, another dog goes missing. Desmond is once again pulled aside but this time with the promise that soon he will be returning home. He's either 1) incompetent and can't take care of them properly or 2) doing something to them and it's scaring the other station members (alongside his other recent actions). He finally goes to confront Alex about everything, because he knows that Alex knows something. Alex finally admits to being creature #1 and answers every question Desmond throws at him. He also admits he needs help finding creature #2 and Desmond is probably the only one who's able; Alex stating that he's noticed Desmond's abnormally keen senses for a human (or maybe that he might have a 6th sense altogether) and his knowledge of their environment and survival skills (thank you @twitcherpated-replies) would go a long way. Desmond says he wouldn't be able to because he leaves at the start of week 4. Alex says by then it might be too late. Creatures like them get stronger the more they eat, and the fresher the food they eat is. Alex being the good creature he is has been eating normal human food, and while it doesn't do much, it keeps him sustained. After some talking, Desmond of course agrees to help. They share whatever information they have with each other, anything and everything (turns out Desmond has way more information than Alex does because like he said, Desmond has something of a 6th sense and has noticed more wrong at the station than he's let on to others), and come up with a list of suspects that creature #2 could be: Daniel Cross, Elizabeth Greene, Lucy Stillman, etc. (thank you again @teecupangel for that one)

While carefully observing their suspects, Desmond questions how they're going to stop creature #2 if it's stronger than Alex. Alex brings up a drug Dr. Mercer had created called bloodtox, one that he was going to use on Alex had things actually gone according to his plans and Alex had eaten Desmond. They have three viles. Alex has one, Desmond has another and the last is back in the lab.

Finally, the day before Desmond is set to leave, they confront their #1 suspect, Lucy. While doing this, they're stopped by creature #2 revealing itself and the fact that it was just sticking close to Lucy because she was a really good scapegoat for them. A big fight ensues.

Alex's syringe is broken in the fight against creature #2. Desmond's syringe is broken while luring creature #2 away from Alex's unconcious body, letting himself get chased down multiple hallways and even thrown around a little. Rebecca runs into a security room and puts the building on lockdown (think of the doors closing in among us lolol), momentarily cutting creature #2 in half long enough for Desmond to get up and run and hide (2 doors closed in on it). The entire time it tries to go through the station, Rebecca is slamming doors in its face or turning on something or another to slow it down. It finally gets fed up, stares into the nearest camera at her, and flings itself into a vent. Desmond realizes creature #2 is no longer after him but after her and goes to stop it. Lucy and Shaun are left to find the last syringe. After some debate between each other they take the bloodtox out of the syringe because clearly these things aren't working. They find an empty spray bottle and decide that it'll just have to do. Desmond gets to the security room just in time to save Rebecca and Alex gets there just in time to save the both of them, but creature #2 is still stronger and the presence of Rebecca and Desmond is a little bit of a hinderance. Finally Shaun and Lucy show up and just start spraying creature #2. It's working, it's getting weaker and weaker. It tries to swat the spray bottle out of their hands but unlike the syringes, it can't shatter on impact with the ground or wall, so Alex just picks it right back up and keeps spraying them.

Finally the fight is over, Alex wins and consumes creature #2, to the horror of everyone but Desmond.

[writing-by-mimi]

Nine Demons and A Baby

     Fandom: Obey Me

     Pairing: Diavolo x F!MC

     Chapter: 2 Of ?

     Summary:  Demonus may just bring your dreams to life.

      Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read.

Pulling you up, he sat you across his lap, leaning you into his chest. "If I'm not pregnant now, I will be tonight when we consummate the wedding." You pressed a kiss to his chest, hiding your blush in his chest.

      Diavolo felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. You had said yes. "I should probably call Barbatos. If you're here with me, maybe I will survive until tonight." He placed another kiss on your head. "I imagine he is going to give me a harsh verbal lashing for making such a stupid error...though, I can't say I regret it. It brought me you."

     "No wonder you got so many people into your bed, sweet talker." You poked his chest.

     "None of them as beautiful as you." He lamented as he tore the rest of your dress off of you. "Now I get to view it."

     "Really now?" You smirked. "Even hotter than that blonde last night?" Damn, the sheer strength of Diavolo ripping clothes off of you was certainly a turn on.

     "She couldn't hold a candle to you. Even casting magical fire she would be nothing but a dim light next to you." His arms holding you tightly for a moment, then releasing.

     "I think I may need you to stick out your tounge." You couldn't help but laugh.

     "Why is that?" Confusion in his voice as he looked down at you.

     "In the human realm, some people say the devil had a silver tounge, he uses it to charm those whose soul he's after." You looked up to him.

     "Well, I guess it is fair. After all, your cute little cunt has seen more of my tounge than your eyes." He watched as a blush took over your face. "Though I am not complaining." He smiled as he stuck his tounge out.

    A knock at the door pulled you both back to reality. Looking at Diavolos goofy clock, it read seven in the morning. "Ah, Barbatos has noticed. I'm an hour late for breakfast. He will be very surprised to see you here."

     "Should I hide?" You asked nervously.

     "You are to be my wife, Mc. Not a woman I didn't get out of my room by curfew."

     "Curfew, you have a curfew?" You laughed loudly. "You're like, eighty thousand years old!" You continued to laugh as another knock, louder than before rang out. Silencing yourself quickly you turned to look at Diavolo.

     "Eighty thousand, four hundred and twenty- three." He corrected you quickly. "It's open!" He yelled to the butler.

     "You've missed your alarm, at this rate-" Barbatos went quiet. "Mi'lord, we've talked about this. The harlots you bring into the castle are to be gone before you should wake."

     You silently giggled as you hid your face in Diavolos chest. Barbatos did not mince his words! He obviously did not like attending to Diavolos...visitors.

     "I've good news though, Barbatos."

     "What would that be? That this one showed you their STD results were negative? Or perhaps this one does not have a MSTD?"

    This Barbatos bit back and you adored it. "Is he talking about magical sexually transmitted diseases?" Your grin was wide. "I love this Barbatos." You whispered.

      "I should hope my future wife has no disease."

      A deep sigh left the butler. Casting a quick spell, he kept his eyes on Diavolo's. "Would you care to run that by me again, young master?"

     "You believe I was enchanted?" A laugh leaving the prince. "No. Not this time. Though I appreciate the sentiment."

     "Then explain your reasoning behind trying to wed a common whore, Mi'lord."

     Moving your hair and the blanket, he revealed your back to Barbatos. Your pact marks running along your spine giving your identity away.

     "Hi, Barbatos!" Your voice muffled as you hid in Diavolo's chest. Pulling a hand away from him, you waved to the butler. Hiding would have been better than this. It was the equivalent of Diavolo's father walking in. Not to mention the intimate position.

     "Mc, could you come with me? I believe you may have been put under a charm or enchantment." He pulled out his phone and dialed Lucifer. It was only right to let the eldest brother know that his pact holder was under effects of something not yet known. "Yes, hello Lucifer. Sorry to disturb you at such an-"

      Oh holy mother! He was calling Lucifer! "Barbatos, hang up!" You slid out of Diavolo's lap and raced towards the butler, barely managing to conceal your bare pussy with the blanket as you held your arm across your chest. Free arm outstretched to hang up Barbatos's call.

     "Wow. The vote of confidence, Barbatos." Diavolo tutted.

      The butlers eyes bored into your very soul at that moment. At least, that's what it felt like as his eyes held your sigil.

     Stepping back quickly from your attempt to hang up his phone, he resumed talking. "Meet me in the young masters chambers. I do ask that you make haste." With that, he hung up.

      "What have you two done?"

      Diavolo stood, grabbing his shirt from the night before, "Put this on for the moment." He grabbed his pants and put them on. Sitting back on the bed, he grabbed your waist and sat you in his lap after you had the shirt on.

     You were nervous, you hadn't ever really be chastised by Barbatos before, and Luci was on the way. He was gonna give you the eyes. The 'I'm not angry, but I am disappointed' eyes.

      "Acted as two consenting adults." The prince rested his chin on your shoulder. "I should think that enough."

      "So, you and Mc just decided, while of sober mind, to get pregnant and married? Just went a head and got them pregnant before the marriage?"

     "Not completely, but you are on the correct track." You looked anywhere besides the butler.

      The door burst open, Lucifer, stern look on his face. "I knew I heard your voice." Walking over to Barbatos, he crossed his arms. "I can only assume by the state of your clothing and the smell, you two have engaged in coitus. Do you care to explain?" His eyes focused on the pair of you.

     "Luci, we are tw-"

      "I wasn't asking you, Mc. I'll get to you in a minute."

      Oh. Oh, oh, oh! He was chastising Diavolo.

      "I'm taking Mc as my wife. We are two consenting adults, and I may have been drunk a few hours ago and...made... an error." He finished, holding his ground.

      "What type of error?"

      "This one is a real side splitter." Barbatos's eyes never leaving the prince.

      "Your error, it's the sigil, is it not?"

      Damn, no wonder Lucifer got paid the big bucks. He's been here thirty seconds and had most of it figured out...

     "Correct." Diavolo nodded.

     "How so?"

      Diavolo's hand covered your nether region as the other one pulled your shirt up. You could feel Lucifers eyes scrutinizing it. After a few moments his eyes slid to yours. "You consented, correct?"

     "To which part?" You asked sheepishly, making sure to flash Lucifer a smile.

     "Mc." His voice holding warning.

     Letting out an exasperated sigh, you spilled the beans. "We were both pretty tanked last night. We ended up together and woke up to realize the error. We also...kinda found out we've both really liked eachother for sometime...so...marriage." you tried to act nonchalantly, giving a shrug.

     "If it was only once, right after the seal was preformed, I doubt it took, Mc. There is no need for you to rush into a marriage as humans do. The Devildom treats these situations differently."

     "The seal has been on her for hours. We've since engaged in sexual conduct since." Diavolos tone now the diplomatic one you've come to know.

     "Sober? With Mc fully aware of the sigil?"

     "Of course. What do you take me for Lucifer?"

      "Someone with enough intelligence to speak to others before making such a rash decision on something as important as this." The fallen angels voice was hard.

      "Who we spend our lives with is no one's business but our own." Diavolo quipped. "Mc could have ended up with worse. Would you prefer Solomon were the one to capture Mcs heart? Or perhaps you mean to say you don't trust your pact holder as future Queen? "

     "While one of your two arguments are strong, I am referring to the child Mc will bare. It will be a child of three realms." He growled. "You've no idea what it entails, none of us do. You've put my pact holders life at risk."

      Your eyes were soft. At the end of the day, Lucifer wasn't even worried about the political aspects, it was your safety he was upset about. Leaving Diavolo's grasp, you walked over to Lucifer and embraced him in the tightest hug you could muster. "I love you, Luci." It wasn't more than a whisper, but you know that he heard it. Pulling back, he held your hands as you looked up to him. "Even if just once was enough... I'm happy. So ya, a drunken mistake turned out to be one of the happiest moments of my life. I...I'm in love with Diavolo, you knew that." A blush taking your features as you studied the buttons on his vest. "Even if I married a human man and had his child... pregnancy always holds risk. I just as easily could die giving birth to a regular human baby." You emphasized. "It's just... it's something you have to accept as a woman when it comes to pregnancy. If there is even a miniscule chance that I am pregnant... I accept everything that comes with it. Good and bad." You smiled up to him. "Besides, my baby is gonna call you Uncle Lucifer and absolutely love you."

     A deep sigh left the fallen angels lips as a deep blush took his features. Uncle.

      "I know no one wants to talk about it...but... worse case senerio, something happens to me." You did you best to hold back your tears. "I won't be around to raise it. I need to know your gonna love the last part of me and keep it safe." Lucifer embracing you was enough for the tears to start. "You have to help Diavolo, no matter what. Work as a team to make sure my baby knows a loving family. I'll command it if I have too." You sobbed into his chest. The baby wasn't even real yet and you already loved it so much. Pulling back, nose running with snot and eyes filled with tears you looked up to him. "Do you promise?"

     Lucifer pulled you back into his chest, a hand smoothing your unbrushed locks. "Silly woman. You know that answer." His voice was soft.

     A laugh left you as you cried a bit more. You slowly walked Lucifer to Barbatos, never releasing the first born. You embraced Barbatos as well. "You raised Diavolo, so a second kid is gonna be a cake walk for you." You smiled to the butler. "A child deserves Godparents, and there isn't a another soul I would think to ask. You and Lucifer are the best men I know." You looked up to his eyes, "Plus, if you accept, you don't have to buy me a wedding gift." You smiled through your ugly crying as a laugh left your lips.

      Barbatos rubbed your back slowly. "You truly are an ugly crier, Mc. If it would help you to stop, I will agree." A soft smile on his face.

      Shifting, you embraced him as hard as you could. "I love how you give Dia so much shit." You laughed. "It's fucking spectacular. So I know you would be a great Godparent if anything happened to us."

     You managed to calm yourself a bit, pulling back from Barbatos as you wiped your face with Diavolo's shirt sleeve. A mix of tears, snot and makeup marring the white fabric.

     "Much as Lucifer answered, mine is the same. Of course I would raise the little master to my best ability."

      A big smile on your lips you thanked both of the men. It brought you a sense of peace knowing that the answer was so obvious to them. "Uncle Barbatos and Uncle Lucifer are on board." You looked down to your stomach. "Even if your not in there yet, you will be by tonight." A soft smile took your lips.

     "I would recommend that you wait until tomorrow night to take vows, if you insist upon the marriage. A blood moon is said to bring luck to those married under it. Plus it gives more time for preparations, of which Lucifer and I will be swamped with."

     Looking back to Dia over your shoulder, you could see the soft smile on his face. "Of course. I would also like to thank both of you for accepting Mcs offer. It makes me happier than I believe I will ever be able to express to the both of you." He stood, making his way to the three of you, taking your hand in his he placed a warm kiss to the back of your hand. "I told you if you were here, things would go smoothly. It seems I'll survive at least until tomorrow." He winked.

      "Oh, we will still have words, young master." Barbatos smiled brightly. "You are not off the hook nearly as easily."

      "Yes. Your father will need awoken. I believe you can handle that. Even explain your plans to your father." Lucifers grin one of joy. "After all, you are one of the consenting adults."

     "I almost prefer the eyes." Diavolo sighed. "Your twisted joy at what I will have to go through alone to wake him..." He trailed off.

     "Are you talking about the 'I'm not angry, just disappointed' eyes?!"

    "Yes. He is very good at it, even after all these years, and as many times as I have seen them, they never fail to make me feel at least a bit bad." Diavolo admitted.

      "Then perhaps stop doing such disappointing things, Lord Diavolo." Lucifer quipped. "Get yourself ready, doing the ritual alone will take hours. You've not the time to dilly dally."

     "Lucifer is right, and it is a solid punishment for what you've put us both through and will continue to put us through."

      "Their doing great already. Which one do you think will be the Godmother?" You grinned to Diavolo.

     "Best not to answer, Mi'lord, or you may even have to fetch the materials yourself." A smile on Barbatos's lips as he took your hand. "If you would come with me, I can get you a dress, since the young master did not have enough foresight to not rip your only means of clothing to pieces."

     "I like sassy Barbatos." You grinned back to Diavolo as the butler began to lead you to the door.

     "Well, atleast one of us do." His gentle smile giving away how unbothered he was.

     "After Mc is presentable, would you please drop them off at the house? They can inform my brothers. I'm sure Asmodeus will be in contact with you shortly after he hears the news."

      "In the back of the garden, the left side. I planted some Trillium, as last times fiasco of trying to obtain it left I rather bad taste in my mouth." The butler informed as he pulled you through the door, the last thing you heard was a thank you from Lucifer.

      Standing inside Diavolos closet, Barbatos gave you an apology. "I am sorry, but for the moment I will send you home in another woman's dress. It was left some years ago." A slinky little black dress resting on the hanger as he held out to you.

     "I'm not gonna get one of those magical STDs... am I?" You asked it more of a joke, but Barbatos did away with the dress. "Okay." You acknowledged.

      "I would like to apologize for earlier. I understand that you have loved the young master for quite sometime. I believe the only one who did not know was the young master himself. I would also like to apologize for the position it has put you in. Thay he put you in... The amount of magic... Lucifer knows as well as I do, once very well could have been enough." He pulled out a button down shirt and a pair of slacks. "These will be very large on you, but it will have to work for the moment. I do ask that after you tell the brothers the news, that you take Asmodeus with you shopping. Come by the castle and I will have a royal account card for you. I will remind Asmodeus that he is shopping for royalty, else I fear you will come back with rather...questionable items." He sighed.

     "Are you sure that's okay?"

     "You will become our kingdoms princess. It would be negligent for you to not have it."

      "What if I lose it?" The pressure suddenly hitting you.

     "Then just tell me or the young master. It will be taken care of. No need to worry." He placed the hangers in your hand. "I will be outside waiting." And with that, he exited the room.

     It was fucking huge. Bigger than Asmodeus's bathroom. Shoes of every style and color, same with the shirts and pants and ties. Everything neatly in its place. It was surreal. Soon you would have a closet much the same. Either that, or you would share with Diavolo. As silly as it was, even something like sharing a closet made you melt.

     You were fucking swimming in Dia's clothes. You knew you would be, but damn! Between his broad shoulders and sexy as hell himbo tits, and being so tall... you looked like a child in their parents clothing. Even rolling everything up didn't seem to help much.

     "I'll inform them." Barbatos sighed. "Michael will probably throw a fit, but it will not be anything I can't fix."

     "Thank you, Barbatos." A soft smile on his lips. "I also have a question for you."

     "Is it how to make the contraception seal, because the time for that has passed, young master."

      A deep chuckle left his chest. "It's the best mistake I've ever made. I'm both terrified and excited. A father,  Barbatos. I'm going to be a dad."

     The butler didn't miss the fear in Diavolo's eyes. Sitting next to him on the bed, he released a sigh. "Diavolo. You will do well. It will seem as if everything you are doing is failing at some points, but it is important to keep trying. Eventually, it will work out. Though I do hope your child puts you through just half of what you've put me through." The smile on his face genuine.

     "Don't say that in front of Mc. She might cry again." He slapped Barbatos back before entangling him in a tight hug. "Thank you, for everything." Releasing him, Diavolo wiped a single tear away while clearing his throat. "Also, I have a favor."

     "You did mention a question, yes."

     "Will you be my best man? There isn't another who knows me as well as you. I can think of no other I would want besides me in such an important occasion."

     "That will depend on how much power Asmodeus has to influence the fashion of the wedding." A sarcastic tone causing Diavolo to laugh.

     "Maybe we intervene just a smidge." He shrugged.

     "Regardless, I would be honored." Barbatos stood. "Mc should be done shortly."

      "If we need a tent for the wedding, just use this shirt!" Your voice carried as the door opened. Standing there in his clothes, you made a show of how big the shirt was.

      "It's like you were made for eachother." Barbatos snickerd at your antics.

      "I don't think I'll ever love anyone as much as I love her." The prince whispered.

      "Tell me that when you hold the little master, Mi'lord." He whispered back as he made his way over to you. "We shall be off now. Mc will return with Asmodeus when she is done giving the news."

     On your way out, Diavolo gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. "Till we meet again, my Princess." He whispered in your ear, making your face go red. You wouldn't ever get over that.

     "Till we meet again, my Prince." This time, it was Diavolo who blushed, taking your lips in a heated kiss that ended too soon for your liking.

Barbatos had dropped you off, as promised. Sitting in the living room, you felt a mix of emotions. Tomorrow night you would be wed. You would no longer sleep at the House of Lamentation. If you were being honest with yourself... it was depressing.

      For all the sadness you felt, it was also accompanied by excitement. It would be the start of a marriage. Of a life with Diavolo and all of the good and bad. Having his child.

     You sent out the group text for all of the brothers to meet you in the living room, with the exception of Lucifer. He had typed into the chat for everyone to drop what they were doing and get to you right away. While sweet, it would most likely panic some of the brothers, but it would ensure they got there soon.

     "Mc, is everything alright?"

     You had been lost in your thoughts. Beels deep voice scared the pants off of you, causing you to yelp. "Beel!"

    He apologized, giving a big smile. Maybe you could talk Diavolo into hiring Beel as body gaurd for yourself. He was tall, strong...he even used to body gaurd for THE Morning Star in heaven... so he had all the qualities and qualifications. It's not like Beel would want a check... you could pay the man in cookies. Plus, being pregnant, you were eventually going to be eating a lot. There wasn't anyone more qualified in the kingdom for food inspection, other than Barbatos.

    Standing, you gripped him in a tight hug. "What are you wearing?"

     "Uh... probably best to explain that when everyone gets here."

      "Oh my fuck! You didn't!" Asmodeus's voice rang out from across the room as he entered. "You absolute slut! I am so proud of you!" He bounced across the room to you as you released Beelzelbub.

      "You don't even know what happened." Your voice now shy as you scowled.

     "Honey, I could pick those clothes out of a crowd. I know who the belong to. I also was outside The Fall with you when he came out with that stupid whore Alamina. She was fucking furious when Diavolo scooped you up and asked what was wrong. That fucking bitch is going to kill herself when she finds out she got curbed by a human." A deep, satisfied sigh left him as he plopped onto the couch. "Which, good riddance, she's a human hater and she steals my outfits and tries to act like it was her idea. So the world won't miss much, I'm still here."

     "Just keep your lips zipped till everyone gets here." You made the motion of zipping your lips to him. He did the same.

    "Anyway, new topic." He moved the conversation along, "Honest opinion, hair? I feel like it's softer, but I think I lost volume."

      Moving to sit next to Asmo, you inspected his hair. "Do a flip." You told him. He did so, flipping his hair. Running your fingers through it, the Avatar of Lust let out a hum. He loved having his hair played with. "It is definitely softer." You concluded. It was amazing and heartbreaking living with Asmo. The man had better skin, hair and nails than you. It was almost discouraging, but he never said anything about it. Instead, he always bought human safe products for you and absolutely loved having a spa day with you. He also was a confidence booster, always in your corner. Comments about your figure, your hair, what you were wearing. The man could dress you in a garbage sack and make you feel absolutely beautiful. You loved him for that. "I think the volume might be fixed by that other product you bought and the blow dryer. When we tested it, it didn't leave any residue. So you should keep the softness with out sacrificing for volume." You smiled.

     "The little pink one, or the big green one?" He took out his phone, making a note to try the combination.

     "I think it was the big green one." You answered, continuing to play with his hair. "Also, remind me I have a super important question for you. Well, two." You corrected yourself.

      "So we're just breezing by the part about Diavolo?" Belphies voice was rough, he probably just woke up.

     Asmo zipped his lips and continued to type away on his phone.

     "For the moment, ya. It's just easier to wait till everyone is here." You smiled to him.

     After a few minutes and idle chatter, Satan, Mammon and Leviathan had entered. You exchanged good mornings and gave them all a hug. Even Levi. He may have gotten all pink and sputtering, calling you a normie. but it didn't phase you. It was his response when he got to riled up.

     "Lucifer already knows. I'm so jealous." Asmodeus was giddy. "Get to the good parts, and don't you dare leave anything out, slut." Excitment in his voice.

     You stood up while laughing. "Hi...um," You swallowed nervously. How did you even go about explaining it in a way that didn't sound insane? "I'm pregnant!" You blurted out. "But it's ok!" You tried to explain, the looks of confusion on their faces made sense. "I'm getting married."

      Crickets. The silence was almost deafening.

     "What?" Satan deadpanned.

     "Lord Diavolo saw Mc crying outside of the club, because me her, and Levi watched him basically try to fuck this whore Alamina through her clothes. When we were walking Mc out, Diavolo was leaving with that stupid bimbo, he saw Mc in tears and just, scooped them up. Like in a fairytale! They left together." A triumphant smile on Asmos face.

      "So, from what your wearing and that story, you expect us to believe your pregnant after one night, and that Lord Diavolo is wedding you?" Satan's eyes scrutinizing you.

     Sitting down in the chair behind you, you let out a sigh. "We kind of...both confessed to eachother. You guys know I was a mess over the man." You admitted shyly. "While we were drunk, we went back to his place... did some stuff." You opted to leave the more...intimate details out. You could spill the beans to Asmodeus later in private. "But-" You wrung your hands together. "There was... an accident." Instead of trying to explain, you might as well show them. Pulling up your too large shirt you showed the sigil. Asmo and Satan would most likely figure it out. "It's a form of birth control, so I don't get knocked up...but, Dia made a mistake."

     "The man was fucking tanked. The fact he walked out of The Fall is a miracle." Asmo interjected.

     "A fertility sigil?" Satan stood and moved closer, inspecting it for himself.

     Seeing his eyes look up to yours, you nodded. "Dia said while he was trying to make the other one, he dumped every ounce of magic into the sigil he could, so I wouldn't get pregnant."

     "But in his drunken state and what the sigil was for... his mind was elsewhere." Satan continued to study the mark.

     "Yep. We didn't find out till later...and then while I was sober he explained the sigil and that he actually has loved me since I came back the second time..." Your blush creeping down your neck. "So...if the first time didn't do it, the second did." You looked everywhere but at the boys. "Once we realized, Dia asked me to marry him."

     More crickets.

     You started to get nervous. Their opinions mattered to you. "I figured Satan could read to the baby..." You played with the hem of the shirt as Satan looked from the sigil to you. "Knowledge is power." You whispered. His eyes held a curiosity, like when he would find old books at book stores. "A-and Asmo, the baby is gonna need an uncle to let them know what's in style. Their royalty." You gave a breathy nervous laugh. No one had said anything yet. "It's- well, not it, but I don't know what it is yet, so, it‐ my baby-" you were struggling. You'd already broke down twice so far today. You really didn't want to again, but the brothers didn't seem happy at all...

      "My baby.. it gonna need uncle Levi to make sure that it has the best games. Not the new age bullshit, but the classics. A-and Beel, pregnant woman get really hungry!" You could feel your eyes become glassy. Were they really that upset? "So I'm gonna need help with what I can and can't eat. I'll need lots of rest too." Your eyes would have landed on Belphegors, but you couldn't bring yourself to look. What if it was disappointment? "It'll need you too Mammon. Who else is gonna teach them to be kick ass at cards and teach them the dangers of gambling?!" You raised your voice. Did they really not care? Were they that angry?!

     You let out a huff, straightening your oversized shirt. "I just want my baby to have a loving family." You held back most of the tears, but a few slipped past. You quickly wiped them away. "B-barbatos and Lucifer-r are the Godparents."

     "Yer what?!"

     "I'm fucking pregnant you twit!" You yelled as more tears slid from your eyes. "I just... I just thought since we were family you'd love my baby too!" Fuck, you just wanted to run away. To hide in your room in the house and cry.

     "Like yer gonna push a baby outta your pussy, pregnant?" Mammon asked again.

     "Yes!" You stomped your foot.

     Levi going limp caused you to gasp. Moving quickly, you put both hands on either side of his face and slapped his cheek a few times. "Levi? Levi?!"

      Coming to, his eyes weren't completely focused, "A baby? Like a 'baby' baby?" His voice was higher pitched than normal as you nodded. He went limp again.

      A screech caused you to scream. Arms pulling you from Levi, Asmo grabbed your hands and jumped up and down a few times. "What are you gonna name it, because I can make a list of the top one hundred baby names and we can pick the best, most unique one in all of the three realms!" His eyes held excitement. "Oh, your gonna glow! I'm so jealous!!"

      "You're happy?" You asked concerned. "Because no one else seems happy. Why is everyone mad?" You bit your lip to hold back the tears.

     Mammon sat forward, elbows on his knees. "So yer sayin' Diavolo knocked ya up, and he's taking responsibility? An that your gonna push a baby outta-"

     "Yes!" You shouted. "I'm pregnant with Diavolos royal baby and I'm gonna push the fucking baby out of my pussy while I scream and yell in agony! I'm gonna look like I pissed my pants when my water breaks!" What the fuck part of this did they not understand?

     "Ok. Cool." Mammon sat back against the couch, looking into the at the wall behind you.

    "We aren't mad. I think... it's just... it's a lot to take in. Like where do I start? Obviously I'm gonna need to buy books on pregnancy, but a baby of three realms... that's new territory. So I should probably read every realms book. I know simple children's books with letters, shapes, and numbers are a good start... but can I read the baby something like, '101 SPELLS TO END YOUR ENEMIES'  or would it be too advanced? Would they appreciate it? What if they like fantasy books more? Children often gravitate towards those types because of imagination."

      "So...your not mad? Disappointed?" Your voice was quiet.

      "Can a baby join the Anti-Lucifer league, Satan?" Belphies voice holding a tone of mischief.

     "Of course. Starting young is the best option in most cases. Should I teach the baby Latin?"

     "It would help. Lots of the spell books here are in Latin or Infernal." Beel smiled. "Plus I need the baby to be able to read the menus. What if they don't like cheeseburgers?" A worried look on his features. "It's my favorite, I wanna be able to teach them how to make them, and Belphie's soup."

      "No one is mad, sweetie. I think their just... freaking out a bit. I know I am. Like, will they make a fashion line for new borns? Toddlers? It's royalty, they should...but like, has anyone tapped that market? I will NOT let that baby were common off the rack crap. No. Nuh-uh. No way."

       You let you a breath you didn't know you were holding. They weren't mad. Just freaking out. You slapped Asmos shoulder. "None of you said anything! I. Was. So. Worried!" Your slaps matching your words.

      "Someone wake Levi up. I need him for his Akuzon account. It'll be faster to order them online." Satan said as he smoothed your unbrushed hair back. "This is real...right?"

     "Yes."

     "Are you happy?"

     "I'd be a lot happier if you guys were actually happy about it." You grumbled.

    "Give us some time, I think we'll be done freaking out." Satan nodded. "Would Shakespeare be a terrible learning tool as far as teaching pronunciation? Maybe something like- Belphie! Wake his ass up! I have to tell him my list!"

     "I'm getting matching shirts and a onesie that have The Anti-Lucifer Leauge on them. You think yellow is a neutral enough color for the onesie, since we don't know what it is yet?" Belphegor handed his phone to Satan as he went to work waking Levi.

      "Mams...you okay?" Your voice holding concern.

      "So, the baby-"

      "It's gonna come out of my vagina, yes Mammon." You sighed.

     "Levi's awake." Beel announced.

      "Excellent!" Satan rushed to his side, handing Belphie his phone back. "I think yellow is perfect."

     "Already ordered." The seven born smirked.

     The sounds of screaming drew everyone's attention. You turned in time to witness Mammon throw his phone across the room, screams still playing from his phone. His face three shades lighter than normal. "How the hell are ya gonna do that, Mc?" He swallowed hard as he looked to you. "That lady is screaming like she's dyin' and that thing is just...it's rippin' outta her!" He pointed to the phone eyes full of terror.

      The screaming sent a shiver down your spine. You knew what birth was. You had seen it before in movies and stuff...but hearing that lady scream was a reminder of what was at the end of the pregnancy and what you would have to endure for your bundle of joy. "Well I'm scared too! That's gonna be me in nine months! Well, maybe, but still!" Panic on your face.

     "The fuck you mean, 'maybe' ?" Mammon stood up quickly and hugged you gently.

     "For humans, it's nine months, but this isn't exactly all human."

     "Well it doesn't matter. Yer gonna do great. I...I bet that lady is just screamin' extra hard for the camera. Ya. It's fine. You're gonna be alright." You could feel his quick breathing. He was freaking out, just like you were. "The Great Mammon knows ya will be, right, guys?"

     A cacophony of assurances met your ears, the boys surrounding you while the video continued in the background. The cry of the newborn baby and the woman crying, overjoyed at her child's arrival brought a smile to your face. "That's gonna be me in a few months. My baby is gonna need it's uncles. I'm gonna need you too."

     "We'll be there, Doll. Ya ain't gotta worry about that." Mammon whispered as he continued to hold you.

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[mushibashiraas]

i am feeling soft *throws "quiet, quality time w/ jamil" hcs at yall*

gn!yuu. self-insulgent. shorthand/spelling & grammatical errors. word vomit. swearing and hints at nsfw. (looping daughter's candles while i write these if yall want a mood-setter.)

- leaning up against jamil's back napping while he does his hw, soft r&b playing in the background

- jamil doesn't rlly like to cook but he also doesn't dislike cooking (canon quote: "i'm not really kalim's personal chef; i don't like cooking that much either. this is just how things turned out."). but cooking with yuu seems to make the food taste better. he doesn't know why though.

- thus cooking with yuu would be a very, soft activity they'd do together. yuu humming some random tune while chopping the vegetables and garlic. jamil preparing the meat and rice.

- as both are stubborn and sharp-tongued, of course they'd fight a lot over little things. but the making up period????? HELLA SOFT!

- lots of cuddles and kissing [in private. jamil's not a pda type]. maybe more~ 💋💋💋

- a bitter yuu!!!!!! neither wants to admit they are wrong. probably takes kalim/a scarabia student to point it out or get tired of them giving each other the silent treatment. jamil's constantly on edge during this period making the entire dorm walk around like they're stepping on glass shards.

- anyway. back to soft hcs!! JAMIL LETTING YUU LAY THEIR HEAD ON HIS LAP! like. he's studying at his desk and notices yuu falling asleep. so he grabs one of the many pillows from his bed and lays it across his lap before moving them over.

- definitely doesn't do this in the lounge room, though! he would rather physically die before he does that.

- running their fingers through each other's hair.

- GIFTING JAMIL HAIR ORNAMENTS!!!!

- going to sam's store to do groceries for the dorm together!!!!

- the both of them clinging to each other and hollering for kalim to come kill a bug for them!!!! yuu trying to stop jamil from firing off a Fire Shot at the bug while they themself are trying to find a weapon (ANY WEAPON) to take the bug out with.

- studying together in jamil's room!!!!!!!

- jamil secretly leaving little notes about certain topics that yuu's having trouble with to help them ace their next exam or assignment. yuu finding these little notes later when they open their notes just as their professor walks in.

- folding clothes together!

- jamil blackmailing encouraging yuu to dance

- making playlists for yuu (and never showing them to yuu)

- learning how to make each other's favorite foods

- offering to do each other's laundry/tidy each other's rooms

- jamil secretly worrying about yuu and then pretending he wasnt!!!!!!!!!

- respecting each other's boundaries; yuu not doing too much pda and jamil only using snake whisper to calm them down.

- HOLDING PINKIES!!!!!!!!

- "fighting;" pinching, flicking, elbowing, and hip-checking each other.

- BIG SPOON JAMIL AND LITTLE SPOON YUU!

- going to bed with a respectful space in between them but always waking up clinging to each other, limbs tangled together.

- jamil blushing and quickly untangling/pulling away when he realizes he big-spooned them AGAIN in his sleep!

- bandaging them up whenever they clumsily bump into a kitchen counter corner or burn themselves or trip on a carpet or pillow in the lounge

- scolding them like a mom as he applies first-aid about them being clumsy and how they need to be more aware of themselves/their surroundings

- more scolding over how "skinny" they are and need to eat more even though he's plating them fourths.

- making sure they drink their water and take any medications.

- TAKING CARE OF THEM WHILE THEY'RE SICK!!!!

- yuu learning the language of the scalding sands for him. and jamil getting yuu to teach him their own language

- personally making any potions yuu needs

- listening to each other's fears and frustrations

- yuu sharing their traditions from back home with jamil

- jamil discreetly making sure yuu can still experience at least some of those traditions in Twisted Wonderland.

- jamil whooping yuu's butt in snowball fights, chess, mancala, etc, (basically any strategy/brute force game)

- jamil (and ace and maybe floyd) trying to teach a non-athletic yuu how to play basketball

- yuu being the one person jamil allows to see him dance

- WORDS OF POSITIVE AFFIRMATION FROM JAMIL!!!!!!!!

- yuu teaching jamil/the basketball club trio how to play volleyball and field hockey

- yuu taking jamil out on the horseback riding trails

- yuu and jamil at each other's throats teasing each other with their sharp-tongues and potentially scaring (or scarring) kalim, deuce, ace, and grim. (that's they show each other they're affections. chill, guys!)

- caling each other things like "pest," "child," "kid," "shit," "turd," "fuck," etc. (affectionate)

- playing dirty

[lilac--sun]

Schools been keeping me so busy lately so i wont be posting that much- so here is a extremely long headcannons post :) mainly for the NM gang but whatever

After the °°°°° the stars and Nightmares gang + Error have a truce. They stay out of eachothers way and keep the balance peacefully<3

Ignore any spelling mistakes it was 4am when i wrote this LMAO

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Nightmare relates a little to much to Brutus by buttress

Killer does Amazing eyeliner because he has a steady hand

Dust and Killer absolutely kiss eachother goodnight but get offended when people ask if they're dating

Dream and Nightmare have a telepathic ability that they can use if they are within the same au

Error makes up little songs and sings then while walking around the castle, the gang thinks it's cute

Horrors knows the name of everything food related, he memorized of everything that can grow in the underground and most plants above ground

Killer is the Castles prankster and also the most bold out of them, he doesn't fear death so he'll tell Nightmare to shut up if he needs to and thats what Nightmare found great about him and made Killer is Right-hand-man

While Horror is a comic book nerd, Cross is a Tv show nerd. Cross could talk about different tv shows for hours, His favorite is how i met your mother

Outer sometimes forgets hes not always in zero gravity so he'll lean back to float and then fall back, Red finds this absolutely hilarious

Dream sleeps on his left side

Nightmare sleeps on his right side

Error sleeps upside down/on his back

Ink sleeps standing up/ on his stomach

"what..what is ink doing??"

"he fell asleep while painting, so when he wakes up he can get back to work"

"oh- oh dear he should probably lay down-"

"its already rare he sleeps just let it go"

Killers vision is kinda shitty but his hearing is WAY better then most

Horrors vision is the worst considering his cracked skull and that not even being his real eye, but he can literally smell people out

Dust has the best eyesight out of everyone and usually reads things for the gang

Nightmare has really bad vision but he can Sense whe people are around so he doesn't worry ( he definitely has reading glasses )

When Nightmare is in his passive form he throws up liquid negativity every few hours(this gave Error an opportunity to call him Squid 2.0)

If Dream feels to many emotions at once he'll throw up liquid positivity but its rare he does it

Error accidentally replyed to Nightmare when he said Geno and now Nightmare is determined to find out why

Horror, Cross and Blue all like to garden together

Nightmare gave out food to Horrortale and was seen as a god there but then Horrors kid decided to rest and Horror told nightmare not to do it again because he doesn't like the false hope he feels

Nightmare and Reaper can both shadow travel

Dream and Life are actually the best of friends and talk about different types of flowers all the time

If Ink spends to much time in an Au he'll start to develop small characteristics of people from there

Error wakes up like a cat, he stretches and lets out a little noise when you wake him up

Dreams castle is ALMOST uncomfortably warm, like wear more then what Blue is and you will be sweating up a storm

Nightmares castle is extremely cold, to the point where you can ALMOST see your breath but he own PLENTY of blankets and bed/couch warmers

Horror is the exact same way but hes able to purr

Dust is actually pretty clumsy, he can barely walk up steps without tripping and has fallen with his food/drink so many times

Errors Glasses were made by Sci

Killer has fangs‼️

Killer has a slight case of OCD so he has an entire rack of different types of knifes, Arranged from biggest to smallest and when hes worrying about something or just need calm down he counts them then re-arranges them and he will do this over and over again until he feels nice and content

Cross has a stuffed animal of a bear that he found Right after he made the deal with Nightmare and he named it soldier, he sleeps with it every night

Dust literally ONLY takes his brothers scarf off to shower and even then he will lock the door then use magic to completely lock the door, he trusts the gang but if anyone touches that scarf without permission they're dead.

Error is SUPER conscious about how much noise he is making so he often makes little to zero noise which tends to scare the gang when he just...appears

Killer can never lie about when hes feeling overwhelmed/mad because his eyes LEAK liquid hate

When Dusts magic starts to act up and the vision's/voices get really bad he can barely breathe and that triggers spiraling memory's and this can last until he passes out from exhaustion or someone pulls him out of it, most of the time Nightmare can sense the spike of negativity before it gets to bad.

Horror hates the smell of anything burnt, he will literally throw up because he gets memory's of monsters burning alive and being eaten after.. sometimes still alive so he stays away from it. Raw meat is only a trigger if he doesn't expect it, like if it suddenly appeared after he killed somone his eye lights will go small until he eats monster meat..he always sobs after this and Nightmare comforts him

The gang cuddles when they sleep, like a lot. They all usually pile onto nightmares bed and cuddle pile with Error hanging Right above them on a hammock with a hand hanging down SO close to touching

Before they knew about Error fear of touch they all hugged him suddenly after he decided to stay at the castle and he crashed the second he was touched and the gang felt bad but Error really didn't mind since they didn't know

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While Error can't access the doodlesphere like Ink cant access the anti-void ink has taken Error there and Error was absolutely amazed by it and keeps asking Ink to go back with the gang sometime

Although Dream ane Nightmare aren't fighting they have a lot of PERSONAL stuff to work out and its getting better slowly, Nightmare went back to calling him brother which Dream is beyond happy about

"Uhhh what are you doing boss?"

"What does it look like im doing"

"...plaything jenga with dream?"

"thats exactly what im doing, playing jenga with my brother-"

"*GASP* You called me brother again! Give me a hug!"

"NO- WAIT- KILLER HELP-"

"yer on your own boss"

Blue literally squealed and jumped up when Ink told him and the council about the truce and literally RAN to get Dust to introduce him to everyone

Nightmare had a ball dance the night of the truce and invited everyone(...im actually writing a story about this one, which will be out shortly)

Dream and Nightmare both sleep so much better when near eachother, They usually fall asleep leaning against eachother and it's the most the gang has ever seen nightmare sleep so they like having dream around

When Error found out that Ink had agreed to the truce he slept for literally 3-5 days because he finally gets to rest without having to worry about Ink shifting the balance to much

Dust visited underswap and slept over but was forced to sleep on the couch by stretch but he really didn't mind but he ended up having a nightmare and Underswap Chara woke up and Dust almost killed that poor kid before Blue stopped him, he still feels bad and trys his best to make it up but after hearing what happened in his AU Underswap Chara didn't hold it against him

Stretch REALLY doesn't like the dark sans' hes just so stubborn but classic can't even say anything because if Papyrus was in Blue situation he would be the same way

Red is absolutely fascinated by Killers crying liquid hate situation and Killer is super curious about how Red hasn't snapped like the gang with how bad his au is

Farm has Horror help out around the farm and Horror is more then happy to help.... Horror has a chicken named Willow, he loves that chicken

Horror is lust's personal body guard and since then NOBODY had touched lust without his permission and Horror once beat the living shit out of somone because they tried to man handle Lust and Lust screamed

Dance and Dust had a dance off and while Dance obviously won Dust was able to match his stamina and he was impressed

Cross and Ink paint and draw together all of the time and loves to listen to ink talk about different AUs

Crosses and Dreams love languages are touch so they snuggle ALL of the time like always holding hands, leaning on eachother, hugs etc

The gang has permit eye bags under their eyes and everbody feels bad about that

Stretch witnessed one of Dusts meltdowns and Blue wasn't around so he talked Dust through it and Dust fell asleep leaning on him and so did Stretch, Blue has that photo posted on his wall over his bed its his favorite

Lust is absolutely a HUGE lady gaga and Gwen Stefani fan and Horror gets him different albums everytime he can

Since after the incident with undyne that cracked his skull Horror has been jumpy around any undyne and ready for battle so when he was visiting Classic for a food shipment from Farm and undyne went to scare him as a joke, Horror literally almost had a massive panic attack when Classic de-escalized the situation. Undyne feels super bad after learning what happened and swore "beat my other self up if i ever meet her!" Which made horror feel better.

While the truce is very much liked by both sides, ALL of the dark sans' are just waiting for the stars to break it and they will have to fix everything again, because nothing is ever easy for them

Ink has had some close calls with breaking the truce because he didn't get his way but he noticed how the multiverse is doing way better

Nightmare Pampers the fuck out of his gang, and its been increasingly obvious now that they don't have to worry about having the stars called on them when shopping

Stretch punched Error in the face, knocking him down when he walked into the council room and Errors only reaction after was "Yeah, deserved" which surprised Stretch but got a stern talking to from Blue later

Horror and Red fangirled about Comic books the first time they actually talked together and now they play DND with eachother every monday

The first time they stayed over at Dreams house they cuddle piled for safety warmth and Dream took a photo but hasn't told anyone he has it

Nightmare and Dream have tree climbing contests and Nightmare wins every time but Dream is determined to win one day