#also not related to any of this he has a very soft and low voice

[creaturefeaster]

Could you tell more about Taylor? (it sounds strange, but I'm crazy about him💀)

Taylor has really changed over the years compared to a lot of other characters, and yet I feel like I haven't ever talked in length about him personally before.

He likes to keep to himself, he's a very quiet and private guy who spends most of his time on the move, skateboarding, working out, so on and so forth. He's also been known to enjoy comics and certain movies, though not all that often.

He's got quite the stunning pair of eyes, and as such they tend to be an attractant to unwanted attention. That, and he is most expressive through his eyes. He likes the anonymity of sunglasses, and the ability they give him to observe without drawing attention to himself.

Deep conversation, close relationships, they really aren't his forte. He can talk and he can debate, but if he can help it he'd really rather not. And he tends to come across as rude and stoic when he does engage. He also has a very bitchy resting face, and whether it's forced or he was born into it, it rarely falters.

When the Fault originally took place, he was fine with learning to adapt to bracing the end of the world with someone he was acquaintances with. Close enough to not care about being around him, but it's not like he knows the guy very well. That guy being Zack of course.

Even though they're trekking this apocalypse together, you'd be surprised at how long it takes Taylor to warm up to Zack more than just an acquaintance level. He can handle getting to know one dude he's sort of stuck with, but when he's around a bunch of people, like Zack would lead him to, he really becomes a man of few words.

It's hard for anybody to learn anything about the brick wall that he is. The right types might be able to pull a little more out of him; Hannah, Tanner, really chill people who don't feel the immediate need to pry into him. But for others, one could strike the most charming first liner to a conversation and he'd more than likely pretend he didn't hear it.

Why? Aside from just not being a talker, he believes people need to earn what they get from him. Not the healthiest approach to socializing, but that's who he is. You need to earn a response from him, you need to earn his respect, his history, etc. How to go about earning any of this is something he similarly neglects to share. But I made him and so I can tell you: you need to get him excited, and know how to tell when he is.

He might seem hard to please but he carries his few interests on his sleeves. As long as you stick to what he knows when you talk to him, he can actually be somewhat pleasant to talk to. And when he's pleasant to talk to, you know you've actually got his attention and interest.

It's why Zack, such a carefree and outgoing person, still gets Taylor to stick by his side so well. Zack likes a lot of what Taylor likes, and he knows how to talk about it (Also Zack is just really charismatic and knows how to pull a chat from Taylor anyhow).

He's just a private, athletic dude who's a little bit too serious sometimes. He's strong and he's fast, and he definitely carries himself like he's in charge of his own path, but he honestly functions a little better when he's not the one deciding what to do. He wouldn't admit it, but if Zack weren't in the picture he probably would not have left hometown, and he would have no real aspiration to work towards except to survive.

Now his aspiration is to survive better than anyone else instead, as Zack drags them into increasingly more chaotic situations. He wouldn't admit this either, but Taylor also sort of likes the thrill of doing things he shouldn't, even though he was particularly law-abiding before the Fault.

Is that enough about him? I feel like I could go on, but that's essentially him at his core. Calculating and quiet, but sporty and a bit of a thrill seeker underneath.

#im about to fall asleep so yet again. apologies for grammatical issues or whatevers #Taylor used to be such a fucking asshole #he still can be but...... he would just go around provoking people for no damn reason whatsoever when i first designed him #now if you annoy him enough theres a chance he might turn into a huge prick if you catch him on a bad day tho #also not related to any of this he has a very soft and low voice #it adds to his......mystique #hes also kind of like..... just generally pretty #his eyes especially yeah but it's not uncommon for some people to meet him and kinda swoon #who's this dreamy jackass who wears sunglasses to bed o lala *twirls my hair* #brambleramble #editing in this-- #i failed to mention the broish side of him that comes out when you *do* get to know him better #like i said he can talk he just doesnt usually want to #but with someone like zack he's gonna talk like such a jock lmfao

[springtyme]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ♡

afab!reader x König, Ghost, Price, Gaz, & Soap

warnings: Allusions to sex/sexual themes, some angst but mostly fluff, language, König picks reader up, unplanned pregnancy, references to Simon's past (I've tried to keep it very vague cause that is a really rough topic), implied ptsd, mention of painful (IUD-related) period cramps (18+ mdni!)

word count: 5k

part two

König ♡

Your hands instinctively find their way to König’s hair, as the kiss deepens, tangling your fingers in the soft strands as the intensity of the moment increases and the atmosphere around you grows more and more steamy. Despite your wish to fully emerge yourself in the euphoric feeling, something in the back of your mind keeps nagging at you.    

You have all evening had an underlying feeling that you have forgotten something, but without being able to figure out what, but as König’s hand starts to wander downwards, grabbing a handful of your arse it dawns on you. 

Condoms. You forgot to pick up condoms earlier…  

You have recently gotten your IUD removed, due to heavy period cramps. You had hoped and believed that it would get better over time but it had seemed like you had been one of the unlucky ones for whom it just didn’t get any better. 

You don’t regret your decision, your last period was way less painful than before, but after being on contraceptives and in a committed relationship for so long, you have still not gotten back into the habit of buying condoms again.     

“Fuck…” You groan out as you curse yourself out for your forgetfulness. 

 “What’s the matter, meine Liebe?" 

You sigh as you bury your face into his broad chest. He gently strokes your back and holds you closer. Taking a deep breath, you lift your head and meet his concerned gaze. “I forgot to pick up condoms earlier," you admit, your voice filled with frustration. “We're all out, and I didn't even realise until now.”

König's face softens, understanding the reason for your sudden frustration. He gently cups your face in his hands, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. “It's alright, Schatzi," he says, his voice calming. “We'll manage,” he lets out a low chuckle. “Besides, I'm skilled with my hands and mouth, no?”

You let out a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle, at his words. He is, truely, very skilled. But you have to admit that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about having him inside of you, to have him ravish you with his cock, all day. You’re currently ovulating, and like always, when you’re at this point of your cycle, your hornyness-level increases immensely.  

“Yes, you are skilled, my love,” you assure him, “Very skilled, I had just hoped that I would have been able to ride you tonight without worrying about you cumming inside me. You confess, “I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all day,” you feel a tiny bit embarrassed by your blunt confession - but only a tiny bit. You don’t think that you ever could feel truly embarrassed about confessing anything like that to him, you are too comfortable with him, too secure in your relationship for that. That is one of the most beautiful things about your relationship with König. He makes you feel so loved and seen and protected. The way he can look at you and make you feel like you’re the only woman in the world.         

You feel how he squeezes you a little tighter by your confession, but also how his bulge hardens even more by your words. The burning fire that has been smouldering in your abdomen the entire day is now fully ablaze, and you feel how your pulse is throbbing between your legs. 

The thought of bouncing on König’s cock, of having his mouth buried between your legs, of having him on top of you, of cuming on his cock as he fills you up till you’re leaking with his release, infiltrates your mind.  

“I’m not going to lie, that would have been nice to do, Schatz,” he says and you can only agree.  

But before you can voice your agreement, König continues, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination.“Would it be so bad if we said screw it and did it anyway?” 

Surprised by his suggestion, you pause, unsure of how to respond. The idea of not using protection has not been something you have seriously considered before. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you ask him, “What are you thinking?”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mix of nerves and excitement as he meets your gaze. “I've been thinking a lot lately… Well, I have actually been thinking for a while now and I realised that I would really like to have a baby with you. That I’m ready to start a family together,” " he confesses, his eyes never leaving yours. 

His words catch you a little off guard, and you feel a flurry of emotions rushing through you. The idea of becoming parents together is not something you have discussed yet, you take a moment to gather your thoughts before responding, “Having a baby is a big decision.” 

“I know and I know that we haven’t talked or planned for this, and it may not be the ideal situation or timing, but… I can't help but want it, and I don’t know… this just feels like maybe it’s a sign.”

You're taken aback by König's revelation, a mix of surprise and uncertainty washing over you. However, his unwavering gaze and the love in his voice give you a sense of comfort and reassurance.

“I've seen how amazing you are with children,” he continues, his voice filled with warmth. “And I can't think of anyone else I'd want to start a family with. We may not have planned for it now, but I can’t help but want it.”

His words touch your heart, and you find yourself considering the idea. Despite the initial shock, a part of you has always known that you wanted to start a family with König, despite the two of you not having had a serious conversation about it yet. 

As you take a moment to collect your thoughts, you realise that this situation could be an opportunity to grow together, to embark on a new chapter in your lives. You look into König's eyes, a mix of hope and determination shining within them.

Now that it’s said out loud, and you have seen the want and longing in Königs eyes, the idea of starting a family with him seems right, downright logical. 

“Maybe you're right,” you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Maybe it is a sign.”

König’s face lights up with joy, relief evident in his expression. He pulls you closer, his strong arms enveloping you with love and excitement. “Wirklich?!” His eyes now shining with unshed tears of joy. 

“Yes, my love, really.” You grin up at him, before letting out a surprised shriek as you’re suddenly lifted from the ground.

König’s spinning you around as he lets out a deep laugh of pure excitement. You feel how tears start to form in your own eyes. You lock your legs around his torso as he finally stops spinning, your hands cupping his cheeks and your gaze finding his again.  

“You really want a baby with me?” He whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, the air filled with a thick tenderness. 

“I do,” you assure him, before kissing him softly. “Let’s make a baby.” You whisper into his lips.   

Ghost ♡

This isn’t happening…  

This can’t be happening. 

Simon doesn’t even know how to describe what he is feeling. Is shock a feeling? It doesn’t really matter–a feeling or not–shock is the only thing that he is feeling after the words have left your mouth. Or maybe, in reality, he is feeling so much all at once that shock is the only thing his overstimulated brain can register. 

Simon has been in situations that would leave any other person in a state of paralysing shell shock, more times than he will ever be able to count, but he always finds himself able to push through it, but not this time. No, this is about the most petrified he has been in years.   

His mind is running a hundred miles an hour and has gone completely blank at the same time as he tries to process what you just told him. He finally manages to pull himself somewhat out of his trance and his eyes finally find yours again. 

The look on your face pains him, and what pains him, even more, is the knowledge that he is the reason that you are pulling that face. His instincts, the protective side of him, scream to take you into his arms and comfort you but he is still too paralysed by the situation to do so.   

“Ar-are you sure?” He manages to say, his voice cracking. He sounds uncharacteristically frail, the usual husky gruff  of his voice weakened. 

“I took three tests, Simon…” You say  

He just nods as the reality of the situation fully hits him, he feels how his heart sinks as he absorbs the weight of your words. The room feels suffocating, as if the walls are closing in on him. He takes a shaky breath, desperately attempting to maintain the little composure he had managed to gain.

“And you really want to keep it..?” He hates how the words sound as soon as they leave his mouth. You don’t deserve this reaction, but he had never thought he would be in this situation. 

It has always been a secret wish of his, a wish he knew he never would be deserving of getting granted. It would be too pure, too good for someone like him. But it has not kept him from secretly dreaming about it. All those late nights over the years when he has laid in his bunk on employment and couldn’t sleep, with no distractions other than his own head. On nights like those, he has let his mind wander, let his imagination run wild, and dreamt about it. Something wholesome and good, so different from the stress and terrors that come with his line of work. 

On the worst nights when the nightmares keep him up or the adrenaline just won’t leave his body and let him get any rest, he lets himself indulge in the fantasy. It used to be more vague, but after he had met you they got clearer, more evident, almost tangible, which had scared the shit out of him. The fantasy of someday having a family of his own, of getting a chance to do everything right, of doing it differently from how he grew up himself.

But that was all it ever was, all it ever could be, a fantasy… How could it ever be anything else?! How could someone like him ever be a good dad?  It was a thing that might not be that unrealistic of a wish if he was anyone else but himself. 

He is too broken for that, has seen and experienced too much fucked up shit, and committed too many sins. But, fuck, now that it is actually within reach actually a real possibility he can’t help but yearn for it, even though it scares him shitless.        

“I know that we have never discussed this and that it was nowhere near planned and I’m sorry if this fucks up everything between us but…” You trail off, nervously fidgeting with your sleeve, your eyes have left him, as you chew on as you take a shaky breath as if you’re gathering courage to continue, “I think I want this, Simon,” you finally say, your voice low and shaky, close to a whisper, but you take another breath, this one deep and certain, as you again lock your eyes with his, “I want this baby, Simon.”  

Your eyes shine with a certainty that sends a rush through Simon’s entire body. You want this baby… His baby. It is like the entire world stops, a whirlwind of emotions runs through him in this moment and he can’t deny it anymore. He wants it too. He wants this baby, to become a family, to be the man that he always secretly has dreamed of being.

“I want it too,” He is still trembling slightly but a tone of determination has returned to his voice. 

“You do..?” Your voice close to a whisper, but a hopeful tone lacing the unsurety.        

“Yes,” and he does, he really does. “I want to be a family.” 

“Really?”    

“Yes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m scared shitless, but I do want this, sweetheart,” he reaches out a trembling hand towards you, wanting to offer some form of comfort, and to reassure you that he means what he is saying,  “I really do.” 

“I love you, Simon,” your beautiful eyes now shining with happy tears, “so, so much.” 

“I love you too.” His protective instincts fully resurfacing, overriding his initial fear. He pulls you into a tender embrace, holding you tightly against his chest. “And I already love our kid too,” he adds, as he squeezes you a little tighter, protectively holding you in his strong arms. You and the child you’re barring, his child.      

His own father had fucked him up so severely, taken so much from him, but this is not something his father will be able to take. As terrified and scared as he might be Simon knows, in this moment with you in his arms, that he will do everything to not become his father and that he will do anything to keep you and your unborn child safe, that he will make sure that they will grow up to know nothing but love and security and that he will do everything in his power to make sure that you never are gonna regret having him as the father of your child.      

Simon's heart swells with a newfound determination. He knows it won't be easy, that there will be challenges and sacrifices along the way, but he is ready to face them head-on. He has spent years battling his demons and overcoming his past, and now he has a reason to fight even harder - for you, for his family.

Price ♡

As you sit across from John in your usually so cosy living room, you can't help but notice the nervous energy radiating from him. You’ve noticed a change in your husband's behaviour lately, and it's left you feeling puzzled and a bit concerned. John’s been acting distant, withdrawn and  you can't help but worry that something might be wrong with him, that there might be something he isn’t telling you which is so out of character for him.

Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer you take in a deep breath, you have been gathering up the courage all day to confront him. 

“Jonathan?” You say, voice close to a whisper, but still strong enough to be heard clearly. He removes his eyes from his book, in which he has been staring down into for the last thirty minutes without turning a page, seemingly without reading a single word.  “Is everything okay? You seem different lately, and it’s been making me worried. Can you please tell me what’s going on?” 

His gaze shifts between you and the floor. Sensing that something important is about to be revealed, you lean in closer, waiting for him to speak. 

John hesitates for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. “I'm sorry for acting distant. It's just that... I've been feeling nervous about something important, and I didn't know how to bring it up."

Your heart races as you anxiously wait for him to continue. "What is it?" you ask, a mixture of anticipation and concern in your voice.

“Darling,” he begins, his voice filled with both excitement and trepidation. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. “I've been thinking a lot lately, about our future, about the life we’ve built together."

Your heart skips a beat, you feel a little pang of fear in your chest but you’re also curious to know where he’s going with this. “What is it, John?” you ask, your voice filled with anticipation.

“love, I think I want to try for a baby.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and your mind races to process the magnitude of what he's just said. A rush of emotions floods through you – surprise, joy, and a hint of uncertainty. You’ve dreamt of having a family with John, but the thought of bringing a child into the world amidst the challenges and uncertainties of his military career has always given you pause.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, reaching out to hold his hand for support. "John, I…" you begin, your voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I've always imagined us having a family, but I worry about the dangers you face, the time we'd have to spend apart."

John's grip on your hand tightens, his eyes filled with determination. "I understand your concerns, darling, and they are valid. But we've faced countless challenges together, and we’ve  always persevered. I believe we can navigate this journey too."

His words resonate deep within you, reminding you of the strength and resilience you both possess. You find yourself nodding, a smile tugging at your lips. “You're right, John. We have overcome so much, and I believe we can face this too.”

The relief and joy that washes over John’s face is palpable. He pulls you into a warm embrace, holding you tightly as if never wanting to let go. “Thank you, darling,” he whispers, his voice filled with gratitude. “I promise, I'll do everything in my power to protect our family, to be there for you and our future child.”

In this moment, as you hold each other tightly, you realise that together, you can face anything that comes your way. The journey ahead will be filled with uncertainties, but with love as your anchor, you know that you and John are ready to embark on this new adventure – the adventure of parenthood, embracing the joys and challenges that lie ahead, hand in hand.

Together, you begin to discuss your hopes, dreams, and plans for the future. And as the evening unfolds, you find solace in the knowledge that love, support, and a shared vision will guide you through whatever lies ahead on this new and exciting path.

Gaz ♡

You wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring in your ears. Groggily, you reach over to turn it off, but as you do, you feel a sense of excitement bubbling within you. Today is the day Kyle is coming home from deployment for a short visit. It has been months since you last saw him, and the anticipation of seeing him again fills you with a mix of nervousness and pure joy.

You get ready quickly, making sure everything is perfect for his arrival. The butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly as you make your way to the airport. Finally, you spot Kyle standing amongst the sea of people, his eyes scanning the crowd. As soon as he sees you, a wide smile spreads across his handsome face, and you can't help but match his enthusiasm. You run towards each other, embracing tightly, cherishing this precious moment as you kiss each other deeply.

Over the next few days, you spend every moment together, catching up on all the missed conversations and stolen kisses. It feels like time has stood still, and the world revolves solely around the two of you. But one evening, as you're cuddled up on the couch, a casual conversation takes an unexpected turn.

Kyle's arm is wrapped around your shoulder, his voice low and comforting as he recounts some of the experiences he had while deployed. He talks about the sacrifices made and the hardships endured, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. In a moment of vulnerability, he accidentally says, "I hope our kids never have to go through any of that."

You freeze, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. The two of you have never discussed having children before, and the mention of it catches you off guard. mind races, trying to process his words. You turn to face him, searching his eyes for answers.

Kyle’s eyes widens with embarrassment as he realises what he just said. You can tell that he hadn’t meant to blurt out his thoughts so suddenly. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he speaks. “I’m sorry, I've just been thinking a lot about thre future lately, you know, about what I want in life and all. And despite our age, despite everything going on, I can't help but imagine a family with you.” Kyle confesses,  reaching out, his hand gently caressing yours. “I don't want to rush anything. But I want you to know that I genuinely see a future with you. I can't imagine a life without you by my side.”

His honesty touches your heart, and you can’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread throughout your body. You take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, the sudden image of a beautiful little baby with Kyle’s eyes looking up at you is filling your head, “Kyle, I honestly never imagined having this conversation now, but I can’t deny that the idea of starting a family with you is really tempting. We may be young, but if we’re together, I believe we can face anything.”

Kyle’s face lights up with relief and happiness. He pulls you closer, his embrace tighter than before. In that moment, you both realise that the love between you knows no limits, and that sometimes, life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.

You know that this unexpected conversation has opened the door to a new chapter in your relationship, one that holds the promise of a beautiful future.

Soap ♡

You sink into the soft pillows with a content sigh, getting comfortable under the soft covers. You and Johnny had attended a family gathering at his parent’s house and now that you’re finally home and in bed you begin to reminisce about the day, recalling your favourite moments,  the cheerful atmosphere that had filled the air,  the delicious home cooked food and all the laughs and easy going conversations. 

But one conversation had taken you a little aback, a comment made by one of Johnny’s relatives had stuck with you. You know that it had been meant in good humour but it had weighed on you. You had tried to push it aside but now that you’re home the words keep ringing through your mind. You ponder over what had been said to you but you’re pulled out of your thoughts as the bedroom door creaks open. 

Johnny enters the room, a gentle smile on his face. In his hands, he holds a glass of cool, refreshing water. He knows you well, understands the little things that bring you comfort. A wider smile appears on his face as he approaches the bed and offers you the glass, his blue eyes filled with tenderness and care as he lets out a low laugh. “Can’t believe Rob’s having another boy!”  He gently shakes his head from side to side. You had learned earlier in the day that Johnny was having yet another nephew.  

You take the water from him, feeling the coolness of the glass against your palm as you smile up at him. The gesture touches your heart, a reminder of his thoughtfulness and love. Taking a sip of the water, you feel a sense of rejuvenation wash over you, as if his kindness has quenched not only your physical thirst but also your emotional weariness.

As you set the glass aside, Johnny slips into bed beside you, his presence a soothing balm to your soul. You snuggle closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating against your skin. His touch is gentle, his embrace a source of comfort and security.

 “Yeah, seems like boys just run in the family.” You smile up at him.  

Johnny chuckles and jokingly comments, “You know, I think mam secretly hoped it would be a girl this time. I think she's secretly always wanted a wee girl to spoil since she only got sons.” 

“Well, Hannah seemed rather serious when she told me that this kid will be their last.” You chuckle as you recall the conversation you had had earlier with Johnny’s sister in law. But the topic also again makes you recall the comment said to you earlier by Johnny’s aunt. 

It had been amidst the cheerful atmosphere, when the news about Rob and Hannah expecting another boy had broken. The news seemed to ripple through the room, prompting everyone to offer their congratulations. You couldn't help but notice a sly smile from Johnny's aunt as she turned to you and said, "Well, now it's up to you and Johnny to bring a baby girl into the family!"

You had blinked from surprise, caught off guard by her comment. The weight of her words settled on your shoulders as you realised that the expectation for a future child had somehow fallen on you and Johnny. You had looked over at him, he was in the other end of the living room playing with his two young nephews. You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and admiration for him by the sight of them. Seeing him interact with those little boys, his blue eyes twinkling with joy and his deep laughter filling the air. But you also felt very  put on the spot. "I... uh," you had stammered, searching for the right words. "We haven't really talked about all that yet."

Aunt Maggie chuckled softly, patting your arm. "Well, dear, there's no rush. But I'm sure everyone here would love to have a wee lass in the family someday and I’m sure you and Johnny would do a great job."

Her words had lingered in your mind for the rest of the day. You didn’t know if you should mention it to Johnny or not, you have no idea how he will react. But now as the two of you are in the secure atmosphere of your own bedroom you think that you might should. 

You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to bring up the topic that has been weighing on your mind all day. As you snuggle closer to Johnny, feeling the warmth of his embrace, you softly say, "Johnny, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

He looks at you with concern in his eyes, sensing the seriousness of your tone. "What is it, love?" he asks gently, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to begin. Finally, you gather your thoughts and speak from your heart. "It’s just… Maighread made a comment about us having a baby girl to balance out all the boys…” 

Johnny's eyes widen slightly, surprise evident on his face. He takes a moment to process your words

"Wait, she really said that?" Johnny's surprise is evident on his face as he takes a moment to process your words. He gently moves closer to you, his fingers still tracing soothing circles on your back. “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, love. I guess my family has a tendency to be a little too brash sometimes.” He says in an apologetic tone.

“It’s okay, I love your family, it just caught me a little off guard I guess,” you assure him, placing your palm on his cheek, gently stoking your thumb over the rough stubbles of his beard. A long silence breaks out between you, both absorbing what had just been said between you.  

But Johnny finally breaks the silence. “It isn’t a terrible thought though," he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement, nerves and tenderness.

You pause for a moment, taking in Johnny's words, honesty and vulnerability shines from his eyes. 

“No, it isn’t,” you finally say, finally letting yourself imagine it without any sense of fear or doubt about what Johnny would think of it. The idea of him holding a little girl, makes a smile tug at the corner of your mouth, and you suddenly feel like you’re about to cry. Just earlier today the idea seemed scary to you since you and Johnny never have talked about children, but now as you look into his eyes, your smile mirrored on his face, you aren’t that scared anymore.  

“It’s actually a little weird that she said that, because earlier when I was playing with Noah and Oliver I couldn’t help but imagine us having a wean of our own… It’s actually something I’ve been thinking about for a while now..." 

Your heart skips a beat at his confession, the weight of his words sinking in. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, and a wave of emotions washes over you. “Really?” you ask softly, your voice filled with a mix of joy and curiosity. “You want a baby with me..?”

“Yeah, I really do, love," he says softly. 

"I think I would like that,” you say, your voice filled with sincerity. Johnny smiles, his eyes reflecting his love for you. 

You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling the connection between you deepen. In that moment, you both know that this conversation is just the beginning of a new chapter in your lives. It's a chapter filled with love, hope, and the possibility of bringing a new life into the world. As you both cuddle in the warmth of each other's embrace, you feel a sense of peace and excitement wash over you. The weight of Aunt Maggie's comment no longer lingers heavily on your shoulders. Instead, it's been replaced with the knowledge that you and Johnny are on the same page. 

With a renewed sense of love and purpose, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, knowing that the future holds endless possibilities for you and Johnny, both as a couple and as future parents.

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Hi I love your work can you write about justin and a reporter ask a question about you( your relationship is unknown) and he’s loses his temper a lil but Is also trying not to disclose anything.

Private, But Not Secret (Justin Herbert X Reporter! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NFL

Requested: Clearly (I love him so much)

Warnings: mentions of when Justin broke his leg in college

Pronouns: Third person (They/them)

W.C. 1031

Summary: A reporter takes a question too far, so Justin takes evasive action.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It all started when they met in college, the University of Oregon. Y/n, a sports journalism major, and Justin, a science major on the football team. A match made in heaven, one would say. Their classes did not overlap a lot, but Y/n was assigned to cover the football team. It was only natural for the two to spark something. 

They began hanging out outside of the games and practices during the summer of their junior year and became official at the end of the football season. The two decided to keep it between themselves because the last thing they needed was people making comments about the quarterback and a journalist being together.

Fast forward a few years, Justin is doing well with the LA Chargers and Y/n has established themself with CBS. Y/n was the lead journalist when it came to the LA Chargers, and they were always reporting on Sundays. Their relationship remained strong, and no one other than their respective families and closest friends knew of the two.

Even though they were on the down low, everyone could see that Justin had a soft spot for Y/n in conferences. No matter the outcome of the game, Justin would smile and give very detailed responses. Heck, he would even banter back and forth with them!

One game in particular, Y/n could not attend. Y/n was visiting family, so they asked one of their newer reporters to fill their space. The game was pretty good for the LA Chargers and Justin with him throwing three touchdowns and running one in himself. Despite being at their parents’ house, Y/n turned on the post-game conference just as Justin came on the stage. All of the journalists were congratulating Justin and asking game-related questions until it got to one reporter. 

“Perla with CBS,” she started, Y/n immediately recognized the voice as their coworker who filled in for them. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my colleague, Y/n, is not here today.”

“No, I noticed,” Justin chuckled. “They’re at every game and every press conference, so it’s nice to see them taking a break.”

“Many people, myself included, have noticed that you two seem to have a stronger bond than just reporter and player,” Perla scoffed. Immediately, Y/n could sense where the question was going, and so could Justin. “Is there anything happening behind the scenes between you two?”

“That has nothing to do with the game, and frankly, it’s none of your business,” Justin answered monotonously.

“I mean, it’s obvious to everyone that Y/n doesn’t have the proper experience to have this job, so it’s clear that they’re doing some ‘behind the scenes’ favors,” Perla continued, completely disregarding Justin’s first answer and obvious distaste for the question.

“First off, don’t ever talk down on someone like Y/n who is higher up than you,” Justin started off, glaring at Perla through the crowd. “Second, if we were in a relationship, how would I have any say in their job? I have no personal connection to CBS, and I just don’t have that power. Lastly, if you’re going to keep talking shit, you can leave, and we’ll make sure that CBS knows how you aren’t actually working within your role. I don’t think your boss would appreciate that his sports reporter is poking her nose around in topics that don’t deal with sports, right?”

“Are you threatening me?” Perla gasped, surrounding reporters were eating it up. Justin was known for being quiet and reserved, so seeing him lash back was a one in a million shot. 

“It’s not a threat, it’s a promise,” Justin replied. “Slander against Y/n will not be tolerated, especially when I know that they specifically chose you for this gig because they believed in you.”

After the conference, Justin called Y/n on his way home.

“Thank you for standing up for me, J,” Y/n greeted almost immediately after answering the phone. “People need to learn to stay in their own lane.”

“I’ll always defend you,” Justin laughed. “We do need to talk to your boss about that, though. That was unacceptable.”

“I really thought Perla was just misunderstood,” Y/n replied sadly. “Turns out she’s just out for drama.”

“If people are going to keep asking about it,” Justin started, “how would you feel about us announcing us? We could be private but not secret, and I’ll make sure to add that we’ve been together since junior year.”

“If I get to help choose the pictures and the caption, I think it would be best,” Y/n admitted. “Plus, you kind of already outed us during the conference when you said ‘we’ will make sure that CBS knows.”

“For fucks sake,” Justin chuckled in disbelief. “I tried so hard to keep it hidden.”

“Well, now we don’t need to,” Y/n comforted. “Remember, private but not secret from now on.”

The next game day came faster than either were prepared for. Both shared two pictures to their Instagrams with the caption, “Five years and counting.” One of them was taken during the off-season, and the other was of the two sitting on the couch with Justin’s broken leg and Y/n dressed up as a nurse from junior year. The posts gained a lot of traction, but it was now in the open. Neither wanted to change that.

After the game and another win for the LA Chargers, there was, of course, another conference. This time, Y/n was back in their place.

“Y/n with CBS,” they smiled as Justin looked their way. “First off, congratulations on announcing your relationship. You two look very happy together.”

“Thanks,” Justin laughed at the brief teasing. "We've been through a lot together. Couldn't see myself without them, honestly."

“That's cute, but I would rather talk about that last play though,” Y/n quickly got on topic. “A 69-yard throw to Keenan Allen for the game-winning touchdown. With this win, you helped secure your place at the top of your division and a place in the playoff. Tell me, does your arm hurt with these long throws?”

~~~~~

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[jinkookspencil]

i got you | ksj

back from his service, jin tests out his strength and a theory of his

tags/note: jin x chubby / plus size / curvy reader (f) / fluff + suggestive / established relationship (they're engaged!) / low-key seokjin has soft-dom loving energy here but it doesn't get that steamy

wc: ~1.3k words

description/note: just domestic fluff in the kitchen / spoiler alert for jin's theory: he's sure he can carry his fiance and wants to try it out / no mentions of insecurity on yn's part, she just doubts jin can actually do it / intended with a plus sized woman in mind, but i think you can read and relate even if that doesn't apply to you? as long as you have any doubts that jin can carry you lol / no mentions of idol life, this jin can be whatever you want him to be / they're in the kitchen and jin had been cooking but no other mention of food / i actually wrote a jk version of this first but i will post that second - very soon, it's basically done! i have such a thing for fics based around jin's return i miss him yall / i shared an update post recently detailing where i've been and how i'll be with this blog moving forward! /also, happy valentine's day, here's a lil love from me and jin to my fellow chubby/curvy/plus-sized beauties!! <3 again, jk version coming very sooooooon! / update: jk version available to read here!

The clang of pots and pangs echoing through your apartment warmed your heart. It was an irritating sound when heard regularly, of course, but considering how long it’s been since you’d had your fiance messing about in the kitchen… it was more than welcome. Following the noise, you find Seokjin with his back turned to you, cleaning his used kitchenware and cutlery in the sink and quietly humming a tune. You cursed yourself for not peeking in earlier just to see the man in action - it always was a turn-on seeing Seokjin’s dedicated, sweaty, albeit chaotic cooking. This still did something, though. Hopping onto the freshly cleaned marble-topped kitchen island, you take it all in: the faint smell of something delicious in the oven, the sound of the gushing tap water, more clangs of metal on metal, but you really focus on the man that stood before you. Your man. His adorable growing hair was too short to be long, too awkward to be short. His broad shoulders and new muscles now pressed through his tee instead of his bones. His silver singing voice, even as a gentle whisper, which you hadn’t realized abruptly stopped.

“Drink it in. I’m enjoying this just as much as you are.”

You wonder what gave it away. The sound of your footsteps, the ruffle of your pajama fabric, or perhaps an admiring sigh you hadn’t noticed escaped you. It didn’t matter. You were enjoying the view, surely, but it was even better now when he turned to face you, a shy smile on his face.

“Missed cooking that much?”

“Cooking, yes, I missed being in the kitchen. I don't need to tell you how much I fucking missed your bratty ass, but what I meant was that I am enjoying you. I’m elated I finally have my girl and soon-to-be wife ogling me instead of the men at the base.” He chuckles, turning away and hiding a sudden shyness while drying his hands with a kitchen towel.

“And I'm elated just to be with her... Now that that’s done…” he whispers, undoubtedly ready for what you were with his hands and eyes on your plush thighs, his fingertips toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.

“It’s like you read my mind,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to pull him in for a kiss, only for him to pull away.

That was a first. Since Seokjin was back, at least. The two of you barely kept your hands off of one another….

“Or not…” you ask curiously, cupping his face in your hands. “Seokjin?”

Your fiance silently continues tracing the skin of your plush thighs, squeezing the flesh in his hands. He exhales before doing it once again and finally looking up at you.

You jump from the counter and face him, trying to look into his eyes, but he’s lost in thought. You pull his hand to lead him to the bedroom, but he doesn’t budge.

“Seokjin…?” you ask once again.

“Jump back on the counter for me, love.”

You do.

“Wrap your legs around me, honey.”

“Well, I was going to anyways,” you say, following his orders. “In there…”

“I’ll take you there.”

“What? No!” you shriek, unwrapping your legs from his body.

“Yes, come on, honey,” he says, his voice steady yet soft as he reaches for your leg.

“Seokjin, you cannot carry me,” you say, now pushing him away while he tries to tug you closer.

“Yes, I can,” he insists with a sternness to his voice that reminds you where he’d spent the past 18 months.

“Just because you’re all buff now doesn’t mean you can carry me, stupid. I’m still big, you know?”

“Well, guess who’s also big now? I mean, I always was, of course,” he says with a giggle and a flushed face as he raises his brow and tilts his head downwards, reminding you that he’s still your Seokjin. You promptly roll your eyes with a smile, pinching his arm. He regains his composure in mere seconds, a hand brushing your hair and tilting your face up towards his.

“I will admit that I probably wouldn’t have been able to do it before enlisting, but… I can now, honey. I can.”

“I don’t want you to,” you pout, unable to meet his gaze no matter how intense you knew it was, so knew it was best to shut it down as quickly as possible. Seokjin never forced you to do something you didn’t want to do…

“You.. why not?”

“Because in the case that you try to carry me but then realize you cannot, we could drop to the floor and one or both of us will get hurt. You could get hurt physically since I have padding and you don’t. I’d get hurt mentally, and I’ll be so fucking embarrassed that it was because of my weight.”

“The number of things wrong with that…,” Seokjin tsks, cupping your face and forcing you to look him in the eye. “First of all, I can carry you. Second, muscles are a form of padding, too, idiot.” He pokes your forehead and puts your hand on his shoulders to feel how strong he’d gotten while he takes your soft thigh in his hand. “I can take it, sweetie - all this tells me is I haven’t told you just how much work I did in the service. Third, it’s not because of your weight - nothing ever was. It’d be because I wasn’t strong enough.”

“Seokjin… I don’t know.”

“And you have nothing to be embarrassed about, my love. Ever. I mean… it’s me. I’ve seen and touched you in the most ungodly ways possible, and this would be what would embarrass you? Falling? When I-?”

You shake your head and interrupt him with shushes - nothing he could’ve said would have helped his case. “Can’t we at least put a mattress down or something? In case we fall?”

“Babe, this isn’t Jungkook’s apartment. We don't have an excess of mattresses here…”

The comment makes you giggle.

The way Seokjin rubbed your skin calmed your racing mind.

The kiss he plants on your lips reminds you that this is home.

This is safety.

This is love.

“Just trust me,” he whispers.

You nod, allowing Seokjin to wrap one of your legs around his torso and then the other. His hands sneak their way between your thighs and the marble countertop, digging into your plush skin already. You’d expected Jin to start a countdown, ease you into it at least… but before you knew it, his head was nestled in your chest, and you were off the counter, held up high in his arms.

A loud shriek escapes you, making your fiancee giggle beneath you.

“See, love? I got you...”

He was holding onto you securely, with no sign of any struggle on his part…. If he had been struggling with the weight of you, he hid it well…

“The view’s nice up here,” you smile, resting your head atop Seokjin’s when he finally looks away from you and buries his face in your flesh, kissing and biting you there.

“Seokjin, I can’t smell your shampoo anymore. When was the last time you showered?”

“Mm,” he says against your skin. “Fuck, that’s… that’s a perfect idea, honey,” he says, wide-eyed and excited, though he misunderstands. “It’ll be like a movie scene. But first…”

Seokjin dashes towards the bedroom with you still in his arms, shrieking until he plops you down onto your shared mattress.

“Safe?” he teases, pretending to check your body for any bruises before you pull him towards you until he’s leaning over you, his face a centimeter away from yours, with his hands already all over your soft body.

“Safe,” you say happily.

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[anotherobeymeblog]

Which of the characters are the loudest in bed? 👀

I had to rewrite some of these parts three times because tumblr kept not saving the draft when I clicked "save draft" so forgive me if some of them sound a little clipped, I'm pretty annoyed about it lol

Loud

Mammon: Yeah, Mammon has absolutely no concept of volume control. Naturally, he's wildly embarrassed by this and will try to deny how loud he is even in between moans. It's pretty fun to tease him about this. It almost makes it worth all the times someone will bang on the door demanding you keep it down. Almost.

Diavolo: Idk what you expected. He sees no reason to try to hide what you're doing, so he doesn't bother keeping his voice down. And, tbh, I'm not convinced he could be quiet if he tried. This man has a big, booming voice and even his dirty talk sounds more like shouting. Barbatos isn't paid enough for this shit.

Solomon: Whore 💖 He's absolutely shameless, so you better hope no one else is in the same building as you when you fuck. Of course, if you ask him to try to be quiet, he'll happily make even more obnoxiously obscene noises just to annoy you.

Moderate

Leviathan: Levi will bite his lip raw to try to stifle his noises if you don't stop him. He's actually pretty quiet as far as like... decibels go, but his tone is so shrill, his voice carries much farther than it would otherwise. He sounds absolutely pathetic, and if you call him out for this, he will cry, but he will also cum on the spot.

Asmodeus: Okay, I know this is a hot take, but considering his vast uh. Experience, there's no way Asmo doesn't know how to adjust his volume for the situation. Much like everything else related to sex with Asmo, YMMV because he will try to shape himself into your ideal partner. However, if you do manage to get him to loosen up and stop trying to impress you, he naturally makes these clipped, high-pitched whines that are super cute, but not that loud.

Belphegor: So sex with Belphie can really be divided into two categories. Sometimes, it's slow, lazy sex where he's still half asleep and adorably clingy. In these cases, he's almost silent, with the only noises he's making being little sighs and incoherent mumbling that you think might be your name. But on the other hand, when he's in a particularly bratty mood and wants you to wreck his shit, it's a totally different story, and he will be spitting taunts at you even as the words keep getting cut off by choked moans.

Simeon: Simeon is prone to crying during sex and everyone else can fight me. He tries to maintain some semblance of dignity at first, but it never takes long before he falls apart and starts crying out freely.

Quiet

Lucifer: Yeah, the most you're getting from him is the occasional tremor in his voice. He's bad at showing vulnerability at the best of times, so you just have to get used to picking up on the way his mouth twists or his brow furrows, because you won't be getting any more obvious reactions than that. (Unless he's drunk, but that's another story altogether.)

Satan: Depending on his mood, the sounds he makes range from low growls to soft, breathy moans. Either way, it's gonna be pretty quiet, and you'd need to be within a couple feet of him to be able to hear them at all.

Beelzebub: If you're doing something particularly intense, you may be treated to some choked grunts, but otherwise, the only noises he really makes are his breath getting heavier and whispered praises that grow increasingly incoherent as he approaches his orgasm, at which point he seems to stop breathing altogether.

Barbatos: Barbatos makes these drawn-out, airy noises that are very cute, but almost inaudible if your faces aren't right up against each other. If you make it known that you want to hear him better, he won't get any louder, but instead will lean towards you to moan right in your ear.

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[factual-fantasy]

YOOO 26 ASKS?? :000

I'd like to think the fight still happens but its different. Maybe Seam tried to intervene but quickly collapsed of exhaustion? Or maybe he was conked out from the start and never saw it happen? Its all possible..

Its very possible to find other lost Grillby's and Goner Kids,, etc.. but for simplicity's sake I'll say that they haven't found them <XD

As for how they see each other, Jevil cares a lot about the others. Goner kid is kind'a low-key like his adopted daughter?? A little?? <XD Seam is his best friend of course- His relationship with Grillby is rough.. but he feels very sympathetic towards Grillby and doesn't think poorly of him. Spamton is also meant to be his good friend, second to Seam. His view of Asgore is laced with a liiiiitle bit of unease becuase of his whole royalty vibe. But Asgore has proven that he is 100% trustworthy so they pals :}} I haven't thought much about his relationship with River person.. I kind'a keep forgetting that she exists <XDD --

Seam is on good terms with basically everyone. Jevil is his best friend. Him and Grillby are a little rocky.. but just like Jevil, Seam is very sympathetic towards Grillby and has no hard feelings. Spamton is a good friend of Seams and so is River person I think. Asgore's royal vibe is off putting but overall he's a great guy and they have a good friendship. Goner kid is basically Seams niece XD

Grillby kind'a feels off about everyone- his feelings towards Jevil are pretty messed up at the moment.. and by extension he doesn't get along great with Seam.. Spamton is nice, but is endlessly supportive and grateful towards Jevil so any potential friendship between them is already strained.. Goner kid reminds him too much of his late daughter so he tends to avoid her.. Now River Person and Asgore? They're wonderful. He's very close with both of them and they are the only things keeping him sane right now- River Person is incredibly gentle and soft spoken. She's really sweet and relates to Grillby's pain. They usually have quiet chats away from the group and it really helps Grillby feel better. Same for Asgore. It started with that 1 hug. Having Asgore's support has really changed the game for Grillby. River Person and Asgore are true friends of his and he doesn't know where he'd be without them <:}}

Spamton is mostly chill with everyone. His close friends would be Jevil and Seam. And Goner kid would be fun to play/mess around with. She's a good little kid. He would also consider Asgore and River Person to be his friends, although he isn't as close with them as he is with Jevil. Grillby is a tough person to approach <XD --

Goner Kid is most connected to Jevil and Seam, with Asgore being a close 3rd. Jevil is kind'a taking the role of dad in a way. Having been the one that saved her and gave her a new name. Seam is the soft uncle and Asgore is dad #2 XDD Spamton is like a fun big brother and River Person kiiind'a has mom vibes?? She's really nice. She's not really sure about Grillby..

Asgore is like the groups body guard/emotional support goat. His personality is so soft and caring that everyone gravitated to him in some way. He built genuine relationships with everyone in the group and is a good friend. He's just the best I guess XDD

I haven't planned out that much for River person.. other than her being close with Grillby and Asgore I haven't planned too much. Maybe she gets along well with Seam? Someone with a gentle sing songy voice must be relaxing for Seam to listen to.

As for the empty AU's due to bad sans'? Personally? I really don't like all those crazy sans AU's. So they don't exist in mine. If there's an empty AU its not because of a sans-

@elegysonnet

<XD Poor Seam-

And yeah no- no romantic implications- I still see what you mean. Jevil caring for Seam so much and doing everything in his power to protect and provide for him. It very well could remind Grillby of his wife. When he had a rough day at the bar he would come home to a meal on the table and a caring wife to listen to him groan about his day.

And say Seam did collapse and Jevil was worried sick. Showing how much he cares about Seam. It might just make Grillby mad. He lost everyone that ever cared about him. And its all Jevil's "fault".. That thought would be enough to set anyone off-

Also thank you so much!! :DDD

I haven't thought much about exactly how King removed Seams eye. But he very well could have restrained him with the chains. Maybe then he gouged out his eye with the weird spade tongue stomach- thing?? That he has??

Awww can you imagine? The trauma that is associated with those chains. Seeing them and being reminded of that experience every single day.. and he cant get away from those memories, because no one can remove them.. 🥺🥺

Poor guy cant even scream without causing immense pain..

He has tried to help Seam. He's tried to break the chains, but for some reason he cant even scratch them. He's tried to heal Seam to bring his strength back.. But he cant. Seam's soul just straight up rejects/cant absorb his healing magic.

The best he can really do for Seam is protect him. Seam is basically defenseless because he cant use his magic without wiping out his energy..

And he feels horrible for Seam. And Jevil.. Hearing about how they were abused by a wicked King. It makes him sick. A king is meant to protect his people, not hurt them. He vows to protect and care for his new friends, and to hopefully find someone who can break these chains..

@minophilia

Ah Transformers: Prime. The show that I stopped watching when I was less than 10 episodes away from the finale <XD

@funkymonkeyzz

I hate to break it to ya, but I kiiind'a low-key despise Paani. :x I don't think I'll be drawing him anytime soon-

As for Tracker, He'd probably look just like Barnacles but less muscle, more fluff <XD

@boxofcreampuffs

My Spamton looked just like any other addison. But with glasses, and his hair could have been black by default perhaps.? I might have to draw him sometime :0

As for main character interactions. I've thought about the group witnessing Kris and the gang in a battle. In which they see Ralsei heal the others.. They promptly ambush the group and beg Ralsei to heal Seam and Spamton. Ralsei, being the absolute sweet heart that he is, agrees to help. But it doesn't really work out the way they'd hoped..

I also thought about Seam being collapsed in the snow somewhere while Jevil goes to search for food. While he's gone. Either a Frisk or the soul of kindness finds him.. 👀👀

In the Partial swap, I'm thinking that the only characters that switched places was Freddy with Bonnie, and Chica with Foxy. I'm going back on my idea to have Roxy switch places with Monty..

In the TRUE swap. Its Freddy - Bonnie, Chica - Foxy, Monty - Roxy, DJMM - DA, and Gregory - Vanessa.

Also thank you! :}}

Yes! :0

@wolfie-777

Absolute. utter. chaos. XDD No one would be sane-

In the Partial swap, with Gregory as the kid.. its Foxy. Although much like the classic AU, the band is kind'a split..

Bonnie is a grumpy recluse and so is Roxy. Monty and Foxy are pals though. They're also friends with DA and DJMM and keep regular contact. Foxy is the main one that always tries to keep the spirits up and keep the group together. But there's not much he can really do..

In the true swap, with Vanessa as the kid.. It would probably still be Foxy <XD

Its possible..? But I never really planned for him to meet anyone like that-

@tiredlilmiracle

I've never heard of it actually, Google says its a game? :0

I'm not sure what you mean.. You mean like, what do all their attacks look like?

If so, most of Jevils attacks are like the ones he has in the base game. Although my Jevil might prefer to use his scythe most of the time.

As for Seam I imagined a lot of sewing related attacks. Sewing needles with thread attached that connects to his soul being 1.

There's actually a comic here on Tumblr called "Paper Trail" that shows a Seam battle sequence! It was made by lynxgriffin and that battle scene might give you a good idea of what my Seams attacks could look like! I highly recommend the comic :00

If you mean how powerful? I don't really have a good measurement or character to compare them to.. But I do know that Jevil and Seam are equally matched. If they both fought each other at their strongest, neither would win. They would just exhaust themselves and collapse <XD

@mashmellowy

Nopenopenopenope sorry nuh uh nope nopenope-

@ocinstituterep

I think they share a pod because they're the highest authority on the ship. Captain and Lieutenant. Makes sense why'd they bunk in the same pod.

I can also see that. :0 Maybe after a rough mission or just a long day.. I can see Kwazii popping in to check and make sure the Captains alright 🥺

@djadecutie

I don't think the skelebros have any special immunity because Grillby is made of magical/monster fire. Maybe regular fire the bros bodies react differently to.? But If they were in Jevil's place, Grillbys hand would've chopped away at their health just as badly and as fast as it did Jevil's..

For different monsters having different depletion speeds? Its possible. It could be that most monsters are all effected the same except for a select few cases. I think it also depends on the monsters strength. Like-

If Grillby tried to burn an Asgore. It might not effect him as badly due to him having his own kind of fire magic. Plus he's really strong. Or if Grillby tried to burn another fire person, I imagine he can still hurt them.. but not as badly as he could if they were a different species. It's not just Grillby burning you with fire- it's Grillby using his soul/magic to try and hurt you on purpose.

If Grillby tried to burn Undyne or Papyrus? Well that would just be a slam dunk. They don't have any fire related powers or any physical attributes that could help them. So they just get burned. I hope this made sense-

Also thank you!! :DDD

He does, but its not much bigger than Freddy or Monty's.

I imagined that although Bonnie is bigger than the others, his torso is full of a lot more electronic components and parts. Which would make his actual stomach hatch space kind'a cramped.. If not smaller than Freddy's and Monty's.

@beryl-shade

He cant fly no. Nor was his speed really increased much I imagine. But he very well could be more flexible and move more freely than before :0

@milk-powrit (Post in question)

They're pretty stinkin tough. But Waluigi standing with an arrow through his ankle doesn't mean he's superman. Just means that he's probably high on adrenaline and more focused on helping the weird tiny green man then on the pain in his leg.

WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!😭😭💗🍤💗

And honestly thats exactly how I feel. I'm so tired of the constant shipping everywhere that I just banned it from all my AUs and fanart <XD

And wow, I'm surprised by the number of people that have told me that XDD You guys just happen to be into all the stuff I'M into I'd say XD

@citrusfruitman

Personally I remember not liking it.. but watching Markiplier play it was fun :}

I've actually played a bit of hat in time! I even have three posts about it that I can recall! :00

Post one, two and three! :}

#my response #do not tag as ship #fnaf security breach #deltarune #undertale #tw descriptions of gore #tw gore #octonauts

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Cloud Strife

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

With a chiffon blush blooming and sweat glistening on his gorgeous face, he catches his breath. Cloud adores the sight of your eyes, the feel of your skin against his, the softness in your form as he holds you. It's corny to think this, but he is lucky to share this experience with you. Cleaning can wait until later...although it's starting to get uncomfortably sticky.

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

Cloud could admit that his face was pretty nice. Well, more than nice. He was a gorgeous man. Pouty lips, beautiful bedroom eyes, and amazing skin. He did consider just becoming a model so he wouldn't deal with the bullshit anymore.

But if he did that, he wouldn't have been able to meet you. Hear you. The voice you have has a strong hold on his mental and emotional being. Your cadence and tone, with differing emotions and inflections, made him feel at home. Speak low into Cloud's ear, the goosebumps it gives him shows how your voice affects him.

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

Thick white spurts adorn your brown skin. Beautiful. But, he is embarrassed about how much he comes. It makes him feel like a whore.

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

He loves feeling like a whore.

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

No. Too awkward. Also, he's always going through some shit that complicates his life.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This

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

Serious. If anything goofy happens, he'll just avert his eyes and continue.

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

He prefers to be fully shaved. When it grows back, it's the same color as the hair adorning his head. Just not as spiky.

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

Somewhat, it's going to be very awkward until it's just not. You'll have to rely on physical cues to see how romantic he is.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Cloud feels silly, jerking his cock like this. It felt good, dick bobbing each time that he rewinds the video he's focused on. It was a man, fucking a sex toy with fervor. Something called a pocket pussy. The weirdo had one in the shape of a beer can, but Cloud wasn't too focused on that. However, as he kept pleasuring himself, Cloud couldn't help but think that getting a toy would be much better. Much more suited for him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s into what you are into plus cross-dressing. He's a pretty open blank kink page you can start writing on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, doesn't care.

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

Being affectionate, wearing revealing outfits, showing compassion, showing strength, singing, whispering in his ear (or any bedroom-type voice), cross-dressing, and treating him like a whore.

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

Don't mention Sephiroth or anything related to his (tragic) past. Being mean, hostile, and/or pushy. Super high-pitched voices. Acting weak/incapable.

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

Has a preference for receiving, especially sloppy bjs. He's pretty good at giving head himself, but he gets insecure about it. So, Cloud always uses his fingers or a sex toy as his assist.

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

Will do what you request.

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

He’d be down, just let him know when and where. It'll be more entertaining than doing chores for people all day.

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

Yes, with some forwarning. Although, if it's too disgusting, it will be a very quick shutdown.

"You want to do what? I don't do that shit."

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

High, but he's not going to have sex all day. 3-4 rounds, 30 min each

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

Yes, he would prefer to use toys to masturbate. Doesn’t feel as weird and silly. He would be very excited to use toys on you or during sex. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he’s in a snarky mood, he can be teasing. Otherwise, no.

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

Cloud's soft, wispy eyebrows scrunch as he attempts to be reserved. At some point, he lets the sounds leak. It's low, filled with intermittent gasps, intakes of air, and baritone groans

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

Sometimes his sex dreams include getting beaten up and degraded by you. He has no idea why this is reoccurring for him.

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

6'

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

Moderate. He doesn't have time to think about having sex all the time. He'd be too unfocused and flustered.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cloud will either: stay up to ponder or slowly drift to sleep

#black reader #cloud strife #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy #grown folks business #spicy alphabet #cloud x reader

[miasmaghoul]

Miasmaaaaaaaa my uterus is trying to kill meeeeeee

Any chance you have anything related to Dew taking care of a fellow ghoul to cheer me up??

Fucking love you by the way, thanks for being absolutely amazing ❤️

I fucking love YOU, random citizen! Apologies about the uterus, don't let that bastard win!

Sickfic ahoy! I really can't write short shit!

Dew stands at the foot of Rain's bed with his arm crossed, brow creased. He stares at a mountain of blankets on the mattress.

"You in there somewhere, Rain?"

There's a weak groan of acknowledgement and Dew spies a pair of long, pale fingers poking feebly between the layers. Rain had been absent all morning and Dewdrop had taken it upon himself to fetch the water ghoul - they were due to work in the chapel together today anyway, he figured he might as well make the sacrifice of his comfy spot on his couch.

"Dew?" Rain's voice is heavy, thick.

"Yeah." Dew wanders over to the side of the bed, standing on his tiptoes in search of Rain's face. He can't find it, the water ghoul completely covered save those two fingers. "You still asleep? You missed breakfast. Me and Swiss ate your pancakes." Dew prods at the heap and Rain groans.

"No." Dew sees the pile shift as Rain pulls his hand back, the whole mess shuddering. "No sleep. Dead." Dew snorts, sitting on the side of the bed. He pokes at a gap in the blankets and worms his hand into it, searching.

"Dibs on your shit then," Dew teases, digging deeper, searching for skin. Rain is very clearly not dead. He probably just hadn't slept and was being dramatic about it. The water ghoul is notorious for being grumpy without his beauty sleep. "C'mon, get your lazy ass up."

Rain starts to speak but it turns into a sudden, violent coughing fit instead and Dew startles, hopping off the bed with a concerned frown. It sounds bad and he says as much, a pained whimper emanating from the mound of bedding once the hacking quiets down. Okay, Rain's not dead, but clearly also not doing well.

"You sick?" It's not a real question, and Rain doesn't respond. The blankets start to shake and Dew's frown deepens. He leans over, feeling around for Rain's long limbs, working through the layers until he finds the outline of a bony arm. Rain is shivering violently, and even through the bedclothes Dew can feel him radiating a heat to rival his own. "Shit, you're almost as hot as me."

Rain tries to say something but the coughing takes hold again, and a little tangle of panic starts to form in Dew's gut. Low-level and itchy, like the feeling of being away from home and suddenly realizing you forgot to lock the door behind you. He takes a deep breath, then another, making soft shushing sounds and rubbing Rain's arm. This is very much not his area of expertise, and in the back of his mind he's trying to remember what Mountain did when Swiss was sick a few months ago. He doesn't get very far, distracted by Rain's wracking shivers.

Then he remembers, and has to roll his eyes for being so dense.

Dew moves once Rain's labored breathing evens out, leaving his hand in place on Rain's arm while he pulls out his phone and fires off a quick one-handed text to Aether.

D: wet boy sick come help

Their resident healer is currently on kitchen duty and Dew knows it, but the fire ghoul feels far too out of his element to deal with this alone. Aether will come when he can and he knows it. He swallows hard as he tucks the device away, focusing back on the situation at hand.

"Rain? Can you hear me?" There's a pathetic little squeak from the depths of the blanket pile. "I gotta take these off you. You're too warm."

"Nooo," Rain half-sobs, sniffling and curling deeper into his cocoon. "'m freezing, y-you can't take 'em."

The more Rain speaks the worse he sounds. His nose is stuffed, his throat raw, his chest rattling with every strained breath. Dew huffs through his nose and gives Rain's arm a reassuring squeeze.

"Sorry fishstick, not letting you cook yourself today."

Dew yanks back the blankets one by one, and Rain doesn't have the strength to do more than bat at his arm with a tired hand. He whines with each motion, Dewdrop having no choice but to shift his dead-weight limbs in order to unwrap the burrito Rain has made of himself.

"Dew, please," Rain whimpers, "too cold, too cold-"

"I'm workin' on it raincloud, I'm workin' on it," Dew murmurs, finally getting the blankets unwound from around Rain's shoulders. One last tug and Dew can finally see his face - he's pale as the ivory sheets beneath them, seafoam eyes sunken and heavy-lidded. His lips are chapped, mouth turned down at the corners. Dew's frown deepens as he rests his palm on Rain's forehead. "Fuck, you're really burning up."

Rain looks up at him with sad eyes and Dew feels something foreign in his chest ache. He finds himself staring at the water ghoul, grazing a thumb over his scalding cheek and gently dragging his fingers through Rain's sweat-damp hair. Rain's eyes drift shut and Dewdrop lets out a shaky exhale.

"Lemme see what I can do until Aeth gets here, ok?"

Rain groans, cracking one eye open. Dewdrop gives him a crooked little smile and Rain sighs, nodding. He hisses almost immediately.

"Ugh, my fuckin' head," he mumbles, "feels like it's gonna explode, shit."

"I'm gonna get you some water," Dew says, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Rain's roasting forehead before he realizes what he's doing. "I, uh," he stands and Rain whines, curling in on himself and shaking like a leaf, "I dunno if it'll help, but it can't hurt."

"So cold," Rain breathes, like he hadn't even heard Dew, "where's my blankets?" He paws weakly at the bed for a moment before giving up with a sad little sound, drawing his knees to his chest and tucking them under his shirt. He looks so...small. The ache in Dew's chest presses against his ribs.

Dew moves quickly in the bathroom, filling a paper cup with water and dampening a washcloth. He doesn't know if Rain will allow the cold against his skin, but the water ghoul will surely boil away to nothing if he doesn't try. He's back at Rain's side in no time, the ghoul having drifted into that sick kind of sleep that feels impossibly deep. Dew lays the washcloth between Rain's horns and the water ghoul shakes awake with a tight yelp.

"C-cold!" Dew catches Rain's wrist before he can tug the cloth off, laying his arm on the mattress.

"Leave it," he says, bringing the cup to Rain's mouth, "it'll help, I'm pretty sure. Drink some of this, c'mon, you sound like Swiss that one time he chugged vinegar."

Rain tries to wheeze out a laugh, but it just results in a sharp wince. Dew helps support his head as he helps Rain drink, slow sips. Rain flinches with every swallow, but he drinks it all, offering a soft sigh when he's done.

"Need more?"

Dew's frown returns as Rain shakes his head and swallows, licking his lips. He's shivering harder than ever now, muscles jerking wildly. "You're way too fuckin' hot, Rainy." Dew tosses the cup in the trash and pulls out his phone again. Aether hasn't responded. Shit. He has an idea, he just doesn't know if it'll help or harm. He doesn't particularly want to poach Rain like a salmon.

D: hurry if u can, bad fever i think

Rain makes a sound of utter misery and Dew moves automatically to the other side of the bed. He tugs away some of the mass of blankets and dumps them on the floor, making a hole behind Rain and sliding onto the bed as smoothly as he can. Trying not to jostle the water ghoul as he takes off his shirt and slots himself against his spine.

"Gonna try something," he says quietly into the suffering ghoul's ear, "I dunno if it'll work but I gotta try. Aeth should be here soon. Okay?"

Rain shudders and grunts, but after a moment manages to nod. Dew pulls the now-warm washcloth from Rain's head and tosses it away, replacing it with his hand. The water ghoul's eyes slip shut as Dew's other arm wraps around his waist, sliding under his shirt, palm coming to rest in the center of Rain's chest. He coughs again and Dew rests his forehead at the back of Rain's neck.

"Tell me if it hurts or anything."

Dewdrop is not a quintessence ghoul. He can't resonate with another ghoul's body and pick out what's hurt. He can't slide into Rain's core and sap away his fever like Aether can. But his fire isn't without its own benefits.

Dew closes his eyes and reaches into the heat beneath Rain's skin, feeling the way it pulses through his veins. It's a sick heat, thick like a too-humid summer day. Dew breathes deep and focuses, pushing his own brand of warmth into Rain's feverish flesh. It's a comforting heat, a muted fire on a winter morning, and it floods into Rain's entire being in comforting waves.

It's a risk, raising Rain's temperature, but ghouls are resilient, and when Rain relaxes in his arms Dew knows it was worthwhile. Rain's shivers die down bit by bit, and soon enough he's still. He's stretched his legs out and Dew has tangled them with his own, distributing his heat more evenly. Rain is breathing a bit more steadily now too, and Dew sighs as he adjusts his own temperature. Rain leans back against him.

"Thank you," he croaks, desert dry, "better."

"Shh," Dew says, pressing another soft kiss into Rain's sweaty hair without a second thought, "don't talk or anything, you need to rest. Hopefully Aether gets here quick."

Rain sighs and nods, bringing a heavy hand to rest over Dew's on his chest. Dew hums against his skin, soothing. It's something Aether does for him when he can't sleep, and it seems to help Rain too. He slackens in Dew's arms, breaths going gentle if rattling, but it's something at least. Dew lets his own eyes fall shut, drifting on the thud of Rain's heart against his callused fingertips.

That's how Aether finds them an hour or so later, skidding into the bedroom with his phone still in his hand, Dew's messages on display. They both snore, Rain louder than Dew, congested, as Aether catches his breath. He can't help but smile at the sight. Seeing Dew so obviously caring is a rare thing.

He'll pull Rain's fever away in a few minutes, but first he has to capture the moment on his phone. A beautiful memory for his eyes only. Dew would throttle him if he ever found it. Aether thinks it's worth the risk.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlet #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #sickfic #magical fuckery

[dol-doll]

What kind of p0rn would the DOL M!LI's enjoy

+ Robin +

— Low Confidence!Robin watches pretty vanilla shit, probably watches a lot of amateur porn that has missionary, maybe pov blowjobs from time to time where he'd imagine you there instead, definitely ends up cumming in his pants and then feels kinda ashamed about the whole thing.

— High Confidence!Robin COERCIVE KIND, still pretty soft though, he'd just venture out to different positions, not much changes but he'd watch videos that are more about being in control, probably imagines himself in the position of power, I also think he'd like watching oral videos + probably comes up to you and asks if you can recreate certain vids he likes, lowkey blindfolding and very light bondage too.

+ Whitney +

— PET PLAY PET PLAY PET PLAY, humiliation, degradation, ORAL but the kind where one person's head is hanging off of the edge of the bed and the other person is fucking their face. Loves to watch things that are on the extreme side of the spectrum, very into CNC and kidnapping roleplay, public sex too, like the videos where someone's being walked naked on the leash at night or in the morning. Gets hard everytime he watches anything related to bdsm.

+ Sydney +

— Faithful!Sydney, doesn't watch it thinks it's a sin or that he's going to get punished, the shame of consuming that content would stop him from watching it.

— Fallen!Sydney, toys toys toys, overstimulation, and shibari, probably wax play, he's the kind to watch everything at least once just to try it out, big believer in Sydney being into sensory deprivation, also a lot of mutual masturbation videos or ones that involve instructions, telling the other person what to do and how to do it, he's big on degradation too he just doesn't show it, ALSO sacrilegious and corruption stuff, like someone being fucked in a nun costume or a pretty young thing seducing a priest.

+ Eden +

— He lives in the woods he's not watching any. But if he was going to it would be POVs of pleasuring others. He's probably into roleplay, teacher x student and ones where there's a lot of manhandling like a LOT of it, also quite a bit of anal, absolutely hates watching ones with toys, the complete opposite of Syd, would also watch a lot of impact play, secretly a huge sadist, want it to HURT.

+ Kylar +

— God I love him so much, Knife okay, blood play, EXTREME sadomasochism, MARKING AND BRANDING, like carving names into skin with knife, but also a lot of praise. Also firm believer that he watches a lot of Henta¡, especially milf ones, or ones where there's a harem of people using the MC's body for their own pleasure. Could also like henta¡ That has big boobs and people double the size of the protagonist because of how short/small he is.

+ Avery +

— Dilf Dilf Dilf, older man fucks young college girl vids, wants to see someone with pepper salt hair ploughing into someone young from the back as they writhe and cry in pleasure. Also a lot of first time stuff like someone's virginity being taken on camera. Also a big fan of DDLG vids they don't necessarily have to be sexual in nature but just the sound of a sweet little thing saying "Daddy" in their soft voice makes him strain against his slacks. Also also, dad's best friend/best friend's dad p0rn.

+ Alex +

— He gets shy while watching it and does it rarely because his imagination is usually enough for him but when he DOES, it probably involves watching ones that have shitty acting and involve an innocent customer at a farm being fucked by a cowboy maybe on a pile of hay- He's not thank kinky but would get curious and end up watching people streaming, while they're fucking themselves with dildos and using vibrators on themselves, thinks about going to town to buy one to either use on you or himself because it looks fun.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #eden the hunter #kylar the loner #avery the businessperson #alex the farmhand

[madrone33]

I finally listened to Hadestown! 🎉

Starting with the Original Cast Recording, ‘cause might as well do it in release order. Loved it! Groovy music. Snickered. Cried. Wrote down my reaction as I went, so if you're chill with rambled thoughts and observations, here you go lol

(Soz for any typos, I was touch typing most of the time, and I've edited it but probs missed stuff)

Road to Hell (Live)

Oh it’s JAZZY. Huh. Didn't expect that, but I am living.

I like how at the start they’re simulating a train’s chugging.

Those call and response harmonies tho *chef's kiss*

Kinda reminds me of Udad.

Oh that’s Hermes!

“It’s a sad song” he says, while singing the boppiest of bops.

I like that “suitcase full of summertime” line.

“About someone... who tries.” Oho, we’re gettin into it now! *rubs hands together*

Also, I completely get now why Jorge said that first draft of EPIC: The Musical Hermes was like Hadestown.

Livin' It Up on Top (Live)

That’s a smooth transition👌

Persephone’s voice is really cool. Kinda rough texture?

Oh I didn’t realise Persephone and Hades would be having a turbulent relationship in this.

Oooh Orpheus’ voice is smooth.

They’re all so happy huh. Welp, you know there’s gonna be a crash in their future.

Orpheus seems really grateful for Persephone’s... graciousness? When he said that she'll always fill their cups and they'll raise them to her and stuff. Theory: either she’ll have a soft spot for him later, or he’ll feel betrayed and blindsided by the more cold side of her later.

All I've Ever Known (Live)

I don’t know anything about Eurydice, but is this her song?

Ah yeah Orpheus is singing, so it must be.

Oop. Foreshadowing.

Way Down Hadestown (Live)

Hermes is back!

“Bored to death” HA

“Graveyard” wow the puns/metaphors are going hard XD

I can’t tell who’s singing lmao. This is like when I listened to Hamilton for the first time. I’ll need lyrics, or familiarity RIP

The coins as the percussion/tambourine is a nice touch.

Hades’ voice is DEEP.

They haven’t mentioned gods yet, I don’t think? Just the Fates, right? It sounds more like a mining operation metaphor for mythos right now, hmm.

Epic II (Live)

King of diamonds and spades - like the playing card suits, but also like the mining operation.

It’s the La la la la thing from Wolfy’s animatic! Almost. A different rendition - I bet I'll hear that later 👀

Why is it called Epic II? Where’s 1? Am I missing something?

Chant (Live)

Oh they’re doing overlapping meodies!!

Ah wait this is Eurydice now, gotta go back a few seconds to catch that. I keep getting her mixed up with Persephone 😅

Oh now we’ve got Eurydice and Orpheus relationship troubles? Huh, I kinda assumed they’d be the perfect couple till her death.

And a semi callback to her song, nice.

Hay Little Songbird (Live)

DAMN his voice is deep!

Is this Eurydice??

Is- Is Hades seducing her? To work for him of smth? Ummm.

Not the canary!

That shaker sounds like a rattlesnake, and it does not bode well for a little bird.

When the Chips are Down (Live)

Oh hey I was right! It is a metaphorical rattlesnake!

Does she choose to go to the Underworld of her own volition? I thought she like- died.

Gone I'm Gone (Live)

She does??

Ouch. She sounds so resigned.

Is this a metaphor for her starving to death? Oof.

The harmonies!!

Wait for Me (Live)

“Six feet under” oh yep.

“Lay low, stay outta sight” - getting Hamilton's Stay Alive vibes.

“Don’t look back” ah. FORESHADOWING.

Ohhh the River Styx being a high wall is so smart!

“And don’t look no one in the eye” I must be too deep in the Odyssey related fandoms, because I'm seeing puns where there are none lmao

The HARMONIES!

Poor Orpheus, but I mean, he was kinda being a bit… naive? If he didn’t prepare for winter and just went off in his own head to make songs?

Why We Build the Wall (Live)

Free from who?

Enemy? 👀

(Yes, I'm aware I'm being led into asking all the questions he wants me to ask, but in my defence, it's very effective.)

Oh huh. Wasn't expecting it to be poverty, tho maybe I should've.

Him calling them “My children” plus the chanting is uh. Why does this sound like cult propaganda?

His voice sounds like the Ozymandias poem guy.

Also giving Frollo “She ran, I pursued” vocal vibes.

“Behind closed doors” - ominous.

Ha! Ok nice subversion.

Our Lady of the Underground (Live)

Persepone is a drug dealer XD

That’s a strange note on “there’s a crack in the wall”

Oh no, am I supposed to remember all these band member names? *crying*

Way Down Hadestown II (Live)

Bringing back motifs I see.

The pickaxes as percussion is cool.

Oop, Eurydice is getting a bit of a wake up call.

Chant II (Live)

Ooooh does the ‘backdoor’ Hermes meant, mean that Orpheus doesn’t have to ‘die’ to get there? ‘Cause he didn’t sign anything, which is a metaphor for him not actually being dead in the myth, so he can still leave.

“Hungry for the underworld” - the pomegranate?

And now Eurydice and Orpheus are singing half the La la la la tune each as if to each other from across the Underworld!

Ooh I LIKE those slant rhymes! "Young man, you can strum your lyre, I have strung the world in wire."

Oh this is where Orpheus sings his plea!! I know this is a thing because of Udad's Underworld Blues lol.

Epic III (Live)

The harmonies 🥺

Oh! It’s that part from Wolfy's animatic :O

I’m tearing up bro.

Just thinking that Eurydice was so upset with Orpheus for focusing on writing his song about Hades and Persephone, but it's that very song that is giving him a chance to sway Hades' mind. But on the other hand, if he'd focused less on the song, he never would've had to use it, y'know?

Word to the Wise (Live)

Ha the Fates(?) doing Hades’ inner monologue like, yeah bro u screwed yourself.

Uh oh this is probs where Hades comes up with the ultimatum. Wait no don't-

His Kiss the Riot (Live)

Those strings are creepy.

Belladonna? Oh the poisonous flower.

Did he call Orpheus the Jack of Hearts?

That acordian is awesome.

Fuck, I knew it.

He sounds like the guy who does the creepily ominous monologue in Micheal Jackson's Thriller.

Promises (Live)

Oh huh. It’s my theory from the 2nd song but it's Eurydice feeling betrayed that the world isn't always plentiful and not Orpheus?

Those strings are gorgeous!

Oh! A duet!

When the couple actually works out their shit:

“I do” omgggg!

KEEP WALKING. DONT LOOK BACK.

Wait for Me II (Live)

Aww that’s nice. Persephone and Hades are gonna try too!

Oh no not the “wait” like in Hurricane-

Doubt Come In (Live)

Oh noooooo

KEEP GOING. JUST KEEP GOING. SHE’S WITH YOU

OH NOOOO DON’T FALTER

LISTEN TO HER! HOLD ON! KEEP GOING!

... Oh god

Road to Hell II (Live)

NO THERE'S A FUCKING AD

Hermes sounds so sad but resigned. Like, 'Oh well. I knew it would turn out like this, but I'd hoped.' Which like. SAME.

The instruments stripped away so it's only silence and one voice is so good.

I can just imagine Orpheus collapsed shell shocked on stage as Hermes not unkindly pushes him to go on.

That reprise and ending is so fucking good AHHH omg no regrets. Some regrets. Whatever, it was good.

... Time to listen to it again with lyrics :D

And then I'm gonna listen to the Original Broadway Cast Recording!

#immediate reactions #reactions #my posts #hadestown #orpheus #eurydice #hades #persephone #long post

[boobo13cambridge]

Comfort

Request: hi!! since you’re taking requests i was wondering if you could write something about comforting namjoon ? the reader is just very soft and they love skin ship !! thank you for reading this<33

Warnings: soft and sad Joonie 🙁, swearing. Ever since hearing about the monk leaking his info and on top of the that an employee doing the same I feel so bad for him. He really doesn't deserve any of that.

A/N: Hello anon, I hope you enjoyed this blurb! Also I’m such a sucker for joonie being the little spoon, my precious little buff beansprout. He deserves all the cuddles in the world

You were scrolling through your phone while stirring a pot of seolleongtang when you came across another article stating how Namjoon’s personal information was being tracked by a HYBE employee for non-work related purposes. You felt your blood boiling. This was the second time some asshole invaded your boyfriend’s privacy. Namjoon deserved the world and seeing how he was being treated like a page in a news article broke your heart. You can only imaging how he was feeling right now. Your precious man always made you feel safe and kept you away from all the hate and negativity as much as he could and you wished you could do the same for him.

You hear the sound of the front door of your shared apartment opening and Joon taking of his shoes. “Jagi, I’m home.”, he softly calls out. “I’m in the kitchen, Joon.” 

You hear his footsteps as you close your phone and place it one the kitchen counter. The soup is done but leave it to simmer on low. You feel Namjoon’s arms wrap around you as he places a soft kiss on your neck. “I missed you, baby”, he mumbles muffling his face in between the crook of your neck. “I missed you too, handsome.”, you reply softly, carding your fingers through his soft hair. 

“Jonnie, can I ask you something?”, you say turning around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. Looking into your eyes, he has an inkling about what you’re going to ask but nods nonetheless. “I heard about the employee tracking your personal information. I was so upset when I saw that baby, I can’t even imagine what you’re going through. Is they’re anything I can do for you, my love?”

Namjoon hates seeing you this worried about him, but in that moment seeing your eyes filled with love and concern for him, he swears he just fell a little harder for you. Placing a delicate kiss on your forehead, he tightens his hold on you. “There’s nothing you can do, jagi. The company’s lawyers are already taking care of it.” he reassures you. “but, I wouldn't mind some cuddles and a bowl of seolleongtang. ”. He gives you his dimpled smile and you can’t help but give him a kiss. “Anything for you, baby.” You grab a tray placing two bowls filled with hot soup to take it to your bedroom ignoring Namjoon’s offer to help carry it. You loved your boyfriend, but you also loved your china bowls.  After you both finished eating, you wrapped Namjoon in your arms cuddling him as he layed on your chest, softly humming a tune your mom used to sing to you when you were upset. 

“I love you so much, jagi”, he yawned cuddling further into you. “I love you more, baby. ”, you pressed a soft kiss to his head. You felt Joon’s breath level out as he was slowly lulled to sleep by your voice and the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside. You tightened your hold on Joon and vowed to yourself that no matter what you would always be by his side protecting him from all those who wished him ill. Notes: Seolleongtang is a milky beef bone soup that is very popular to eat year round but especially during the winter.

#kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #rm bts #rm x you #bts #kim namjoon fluff #kim namjoom imagine

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC Review: Say You'll Be Mine by Naina Kumar

4/5. Releases 1/16/24.

Vibes: fake dating but with good reasons, heroes with daddy issues, and justice against "that guy who's soooo nice and great and he won't make a move but I love him" guy

After finding out her longtime friend and crush (well, maybe more than a crush) Seth is engaged, Meghna decides to move on. I mean, she's going to be his best man--it's time. Although she doesn't hit it off with the grumpy Karthik, she is willing to take advantage when he agrees to be her fake fiance. She looks fully moved on from Seth, and he gets to shake his mom off his back. There isn't any drawback, right? Right?

This is a light-but-not-too-light contemporary, with a winning main couple and an emotional authenticity that was both engaging and... gentle? For want of a better word? Will please both the fake dating lovers and the haters (me).

Quick Takes:

--I have a real soft spot for a book where the heroine realizes that the guy she thought was THE shit, who never really made the kind of move she wanted but took advantage of her attention (keeping her on the hook, essentially) is... not the shit. This is one of those books, and it has the added nuance of Seth having zero real respect for Meghna's background and culture. It's not just that he doesn't really know her--it's that he doesn't even want to make the effort to get to know her on the most basic level.

That said, Meghna never comes off as pathetic during the story, which is honestly a credit to the way Naina Kumar writes and handles the story. She's vulnerable, yes. She's in denial, yes. But she's not pitiful. (This is also because Meghna is kind of a classic endearing romcom heroine--Say You'll Be Mine does read an actual romcom, which definitely can't be said of a lot of romcom books at the moment.)

--Karthik is a lot pricklier... and I imagine that some people may find that frustrating. But two things to consider: firstly, his prickliness makes it more satisfying when he gradually melts with Meghna and becomes emotionally connected to her. Secondly, his reasons ring true. At least, for me they do.

Karthik fundamentally does not want to emulate his parents' troubled marriage. He'd rather hold himself at arm's length, staying closed off to love, than risk recreating what they have (we love to read about men with daddy issues). As a someone from a ~broken home~ he really came off as authentic and relatable to me. He's not not overly angsty, he's really not an asshole. But he has walls, and they're deeply rooted in his childhood.

And I mean--again, I think it's incredibly important for that block to be there. This is overall a sweet, soft book, but Karthik's inner turmoil (and of course Meghna's relationship or lack there of with Seth) keeps it from being without stakes.

Ultimately, I want to stress--this is a really sweet romance. You feel that sense of knowing and comfort slowly rise for these two, until the extent to which they value each other is really clear. It's very comforting and kind of cozy, which works for this time of year especially.

The Sex:

The sex is sorta quiet here--just one more euphemistic scene towards the end, preceded by another kinda low heat over the pants action moment. (Which I did like a lot.) However, it does remain quite romantic, if not super steamy.

I really enjoyed this gentle yet entertaining romcom, and I especially liked Naina's writing style. She has a strong voice, and I definitely want to see more from her.

Thanks to Netgalley and Dell for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

#romance novel blogging #arc reviews #netgalley #book recs #romance novels #book reviews #books

[tiredrobin]

ok my lil nightmare headcanons for the guys that i like. six is the most fleshed out and runaway kid is here because i have little aus in my head and i think about all of them . just not as much as i think about six

the most widely applied hc for all of them: the all of them have ptsd but most of the symptoms one might expect for ptsd dont rly express themselves because theyre all basically in survival mode Always, and for symptoms of ptsd to properly express the brain has to be like "oh, right, i'm safe. time to explode" (this is very simplified and im aware theres way more complexity and nuance. just assume literally every hc i present abt anything is more nuanced than this list offers)

six

autism

adhd also

she's (mostly, circumstantially) selectively mute and/or minimally verbal, and my supporting evidence is i want her to be. my second supporting evidence is that she doesn't talk in any of the comics and she doesn't even have a whispered voiceline like "hey!" like mono does. my third supporting evidence is that that i want her to be. in more depth, she CAN be verbal, but it is (as mentioned) circumstantial and related to who she's with and how safe she feels. ie: the door raft is safe enough that she manages to tell mono her name, and in a few situations following she manages to communicate verbally, it's just not something she can do easily in… well, most cases. she's otherwise strongly communicative when she needs to be, and good at getting her point across when necessary

always whispers when she does speak

this is less a hc and more something actively supported by canon, but she WILL help people if it doesn't put her in immediate danger (and even if it does, in some cases) (supporting evidence is ln2 and vln lmao)

gets anxious when people behave vulnerable around her/quick to emotionally shut down/retreat. low empathy, high compassion. (if u think negatively abt this bite me forever and ever and ever cuz ur wrong. this is a completely neutral trait)

even after the tower, she obviously finds comfort and joy in music boxes and music in general (also mostly supported by canon content, i think)

likes to hum when she's alone

struggles with skin-picking

the noisiest she gets is when she's dreaming

physical contact is weird for her, aka it's fine if she expects it and painful/awful if she doesn't (weird exceptions apply to some degree, ie hands are ok/mono taking her hand is almost always fine)

she only hates veggies because no one's ever cooked 'em good for her. girl needs some stir fry

gets cold way easily

mono

autism 2 electric boogaloo

it's just different from six's autism, man, idk

he scripts a lot. on the spot, he has a hard time putting sentences together, but give him a little bit/be patient and he'll manage fine. he's definitely not nonverbal (six is of the opinion that he doesn't know how to shut up, which is a bit of an exaggeration but one that mono doesn't mind), it's just that autism and trauma makes words Hard

so like not nonverbal and not fully speaking but a secret third thing

survivor's guilt in, like, every situation ever

very good at taking the lead when he has a goal and has a hard time stopping to listen to others

but he DOES make a concerted effort to listen to others because he's at least peripherally aware of this fault of his

world's softest speaking voice. it's about as soft as how he whisper-talks the word "hey", pretty much

extremely detail-oriented, which helps a lot when solving puzzle-y situations

yellow is his favorite color

runaway kid:

also autism

i don't have much for them uhhh

they/them-er. they're not picky tho

goes by runa or una. "una" was a joke at first, but it sounds a bit like "uno" and the number theme with the other two just really is too hard for me to resist

will instigate contact but dislikes reciprocation

probably the loudest speaking voice of the three, but that's not really saying much. reflex is to speak lowly or whisper

ok with words. doesn't need to script

probably struggles a lot with touch-focused sensory stuff

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #runaway kid #ln six #ln mono #robin rambles #theyre my guys theyre my guys grabs u theyre my guys forever and ever

[insomniac-jay]

Next Gen | Kanon Kirishima

Kanon Kirishima is the Quirkless eldest daughter of Red Riot and Dynamite. She works as a family lawyer that specializes in cases involving children and advocates for children's rights. Despite not having any powers, Kanon didn't let that stop her from rising.

Personality

Strong willed but kind, Kanon is a lawyer of the people. She can be kind and caring one moment, determined and imposing the next. It's her life's duty to represent those who don't have voices for themselves-- namely children. Armed with a strong sense of justice and resilience, she'll fight tooth and nail for what's right. She won't back down in the face of adversity, taking challenges head on and pulling through the best way she can.

She also has a soft side. Kanon loves to take things easy and just hang out with her friends like any other person. Despite being quite an imposing woman, she's very emotional and open about how she feels. Vulnerability is very important to her especially in her line of work.

Her biggest fear is being neglected or forgotten. This makes her somewhat of a people pleaser as she wants to leave a good impression on others so that they don't forget her.

Appearance

Kanon is a slender woman of average height with brown skin, black hair, and red eyes. She tends to wear most of her hair loose while having a bit of it wrapped in a bun. Her voice has been described as very deep and alluring, soothing anyone who hears it when she talks normally.

Relationships

Kirishima Family

To say that Kanon has a bit of a strained relationship with her family-- especially Bakugo-- is an understatement. She feels like they abandoned her when Katsuki starting neglecting her because she's Quirkless and that they never really defended her.

Despite Kirishima's best attempts to try and get Bakugo to be nicer to Kanon, it never seemed to work. He feels guilty to making her believe that he gave up on her and apologizes for failing her.

Kanon is trying to improve her relations with them, but remains on low to no contact with them for the time being.

Yukiana Midoriya

Kanon and Yukiana are best friends, sharing a strong sisterly bond. They're practically inseparable-- doing almost everything together. Yukiana is the person Kanon trusts the most and her shoulder to cry on when things get too tough. When the latter was planning her wedding, she asked Kanon to be her maid of honor and eventually asked her to be Kyobi and Izuto's godmother.

Tetsuka & Makoto Tetsutetsu

Kanon is very close with the Tetsutetsu twins as well, especially since her father is friends with theirs. She loved to rough house with Makoto as kids and always had wrestling matches against her. Her and Tetsuka went to the same ballet school, making them even closer.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @peachyblkdemonslayer

#jay's bnha ocs #kanon kirishima #bnha next gen #mha next gen #kiribaku #bnha fanchild

[pink-booty-butts]

Pranked (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,455

Summary: You and Dave low-key ignore Jamie and he is sad

Warnings: SMUT. Minors go away please!! Size kink?? Reader talks about Jamie’s massive dick a lot cos she’s a mood. Handjob. Oral. Fingering. The whole shebang. Kinda basically soft dom Jamie cos I’m lazy irl #sorrynotsorry

A/N: WHAT’S UP GANG, IT’S JAMIE JANUARY!! I wanted to write kinda jealous Jamie, but i think he just ended up being insecure lol. i really hope there’s not any major grammatical errors cos i’m tired of re-reading this lmao. This is very self indulgent bc I relate to Dave on a spiritual level and would wanna prank Jamie with him all the time :D i hope you all like it! <3 (also tagging @demontoucansam​, idk if i should make a taglist?? lol)

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“Alright, I think that’s the last of it,” Dave declares as he pushes the trunk of your car down to lock it. The two of you high-five in the driveway, giggling at the thought of what Jamie’s reaction to your prank might be. Before you have time to come up with hypotheticals, you see Jamie’s car coming around the corner. You panic and quickly shoo Dave inside.

“Act natural!” you warn. You both run to the living room couch after slamming the front door closed, practically jumping on it to assume casual positions before Jamie walks in. Dave turns the TV back on and you grab two video game controllers, nearly knocking Dave in the face when you toss his over to him. You hear Jamie’s keys jingle in the door right when the two of you start up another match. You glance over to Dave who is looking at you with a similar expression; pure relief that you were able to get everything in order just in time.

“I’m home,” Jamie announces while taking his shoes off. You continue your match while providing exaggerated commentary, hoping to keep up the illusion of having been doing this for a while. Though the two of you have only been at it for a few minutes, both of you are extremely competitive and get sucked into the game instantly. Hearing your voices, Jamie makes his way into the living room.

You see Jamie sit down next to you from the corner of your eye, his thigh brushing yours as he does so. You smile in his direction and are about to say something to greet him, but  you are interrupted when Dave shoves your shoulder with his in an attempt to break your concentration.

“Hey!” you laugh. You flick your eyes back to the TV screen without saying anything to Jamie; intent on beating Dave as payback. You narrow your eyes at the screen and press the buttons furiously.

Jamie’s face falls. He knows you’re probably not intentionally ignoring him right now, but it still stings. He chalks up his sensitivity to having a stressful day at the bank and hopes that you will spend time with him later. He puts his hands on his knees and stands up, but not before giving you another hopeful glance. You don’t see it—still immersed in your video game—and he feels another blow hit his chest. He starts feeling self-conscious about you and Dave having fun and him being sad and clingy, so he decides to leave the room before ruining the mood further.

“Ha, I won!” You express triumphantly, pushing Dave on the shoulder as retribution for his shove from earlier. Dave laughs and falls back against the couch.

“That’s cause you cheated,” he accuses.

“Oh my god, how did I cheat?” You ask defensively. “If anyone cheated it was you, you literally pushed me!”

You argue with Dave for a while about the technical details of your video game match. Once your verbal sparring starts to get more heated, you stop and realize Jamie isn’t in the room with you anymore. Dave is about to victoriously declare his success due to your speechlessness, but stops himself once he realizes the reason why.

“Where’d he go?” you ask Dave, though you’re facing away from him and peering around the living room entrance. Right when you ask that you hear a squeaking noise coming from the bathroom, letting you both know the water was just turned on. You turn your head to look at Dave again and he gives you a guilty look. “I’m gonna...” you start awkwardly, standing up and pointing in the direction of Jamie’s bedroom.

“Yeah,” Dave replies quickly. “Go do that. I’ll deal with this,” he gestures to the mess in the living room. Though you had only been playing games for a few minutes, the living room was a bit of a disaster with bags of chips and empty cups on the coffee table. The two of you hadn’t pranked Jamie in a while, and as such it took a lengthy brainstorming session to get the creative juices flowing. Both you and Dave thought your current prank was genius and were baffled that you hadn’t thought of it before, but now it only contributed to your nervousness as you worried about Jamie’s sense of humor if he was upset.

You walk past the bathroom and go into Jamie’s bedroom. You sit on the edge of the bed and look around, trying to calm yourself down with the familiarity. There were a lot of pictures of the two of you around his room, and some of your clothes were lazily strewn about. Though Jamie was a neat person, he typically didn’t mind your clothes being all over the place for some reason. Despite this, you decide to stand up and organize them into a pile, giving you something else to focus on as you waited for him to come back into his room.

Jamie walks into the room with a towel around his waist but stops at the threshold once he sees you in there. You are facing away from him, folding your clothes and stacking them on his desk chair. He looks down at the floor before speaking.

“Are you leaving?” he asks worriedly. You jump at the sound of his voice and turn around to face him.

“No, of course not!” you exclaim. “I mean, unless you want me to. But I just thought I’d clean up a bit.” You fiddle with your fingers as if they’re the most interesting things in the world, and Jamie leans against his doorway. You notice his mournful expression, so you decide to speak again. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Jamie tenses at your question, not wanting to admit his true feelings. Though his sour mood began at work, walking in and seeing you and Dave together reminded him of the thoughts he’s been ruminating on for the past month or so. He knows you and Dave would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, nor would you cheat on him, but sometimes he felt left out when it was the three of you together. You and Dave just clicked in ways that Jamie didn’t understand sometimes, despite him knowing Dave for much longer than you. It was a feeling that has been persisting for a while, but he still didn’t have the courage to talk to you about it. A week ago he asked Dave if he ever got into arguments with you, and when Dave told him he couldn’t recall any, Jamie felt even worse about himself. Jamie got into small arguments with you now and then, did that mean you weren’t compatible?

He worried if he asked you about it you would realize that perhaps you did have feelings for Dave. Or even worse, you would realize Jamie was boring compared to you and Dave, and you would seek out someone who could better match your energy. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiles, though you can tell it’s forced. “Just had a bad day at work.” He pushes himself off the doorway and walks into his room. He closes the door, and when he’s facing away from you he shuts his eyes tightly to prevent tears from falling. He blinks them away and hopes you don’t notice.  

You sit down on the edge of the bed, some of your anxiety dissipating at hearing you aren’t the cause of him being upset. You can still tell something is off though, so you try to press the matter gently. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask hesitantly.

Jamie mistakes your hesitant tone for annoyance and shakes his head when he faces you. It stung, but your question made some other feelings arise within him. Maybe this is why you and Dave got along better; because neither of you talked about your feelings. The two of you were more prone to burying your emotions behind fake smiles and silly jokes, something that annoyed Jamie to no end, but maybe he needs to put more effort into being less sensitive about things.

“No, I’d rather not,” he lies. He feels bad, but maybe if he pretends to be okay, he will be. Fake it til you make it and all that jazz. He can’t help wanting to be close to you though, so he walks towards you and sits down next to you. His hand reaches towards your own hands sitting in your lap, but he pulls it back, feeling unsure of himself. He tries to play it off by pulling at the fuzz on the towel around his waist. “Can we cuddle though?” he asks hopefully. Then he remembers you and Dave were in the middle of playing a game, and he preemptively tenses at the fear of being rejected again. “Unless you and Dave are busy…” he trails off.

You chuckle at his request. “Of course we can cuddle.” You scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, light water droplets falling onto your hands from his damp hair. You bring your face closer to his and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Who cares about Dave? You’re my boyfriend, Jamie. You’re my number one priority.”

Jamie smiles and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buries his face in your neck; hoping if he gets closer to you physically he can get rid of his anxious thoughts. You wrap your legs around his waist and fall backwards onto the bed, pulling him with you. Jamie lifts his head from your neck to look down at you, relieved to see you smiling at him. He didn’t have to talk about it with you. As long as you kept smiling at him like that he could pretend those feelings didn’t exist. He shifts his body closer to the head of the bed so he was laying down fully, and you follow. Jamie wraps his arms around your back and rests his head on top of yours, closing his eyes contentedly. You wrap your arms around his waist and tangle your legs with his, which ended up being slightly difficult due to his awkward towel placement. Your nose is pressed up against his naked chest and you enjoy the fresh smell of his body wash, while he delights in the comfort of your embrace after a long, grueling day.

An impatient knock on Jamie’s bedroom door startles the two of you. Jamie opens his eyes quickly but doesn’t move from his position. You’re about to lift your head to investigate, but he pulls you closer into him to prevent you from doing so.

“What?” he yells at the door, annoyed at being interrupted.

“Sorry mate, just wanted to let Y/N know she left her phone on the table,” says Dave’s muffled voice. Jamie clenches his teeth, standing up abruptly and stomping over to the door. He swings it open forcefully, snatching your phone from Dave’s hand and slamming the door in his face (You hear a small ‘ow’ as a result). He slaps your phone on his desk before pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. You lean on your elbow and lift your upper body to look at him from the bed, startled by Jamie’s display of anger.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed carefully, wanting to assess the situation. You take a few, short steps toward Jamie. Once you reach him, you place your hands on his biceps. You look up at him, giving him a concerned look that he can't yet see. He sighs and lets his arms fall, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Talk to me,” you demand softly. Jamie’s heart clenches at the anticipation of his worst fears about to come true. He looks away and stares at the wall, not able to face you.

“It’s-it’s nothing,” he stutters, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to control himself. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and his hands move to rub them away. You beat him to it and grab his face, forcing him to look at you again.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” you whisper. You were worried, you have never seen Jamie like this before and you didn’t know what to do about it. You drop your hands from his face to his hands, tugging him towards the bed to sit down. Once he does, you sit down across from him slowly, not wanting to give the impression that you are impatient for him to respond. Jamie looks down, a tear rolling down his cheek as he avoids looking at you.

“Do you… like Dave?” he questions, his voice cracking. Your eyes widen in response. Though his question could suggest friendship, his reaction said it all. Suddenly, his behavior over the past few weeks all made sense and you had an epiphany. How did you not notice this before?

“No,” you answer. Jamie’s watery eyes shoot up to look at you in response. “I mean, as a friend yeah, but not like that. I can’t believe you’d think that Jamie, that’s gross,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. Maybe it was inappropriate considering the circumstances though, so you attempt to explain yourself. “He’s like a brother to me. I mean, can you imagine? Well I guess you’d have to, to be thinking like this. But that relationship would be a complete nightmare. We’d burn ourselves out, get on each other’s nerves way too much, and probably kill each other. If we had kids, we’d probably lose them in the grocery store and go to jail.” You continue rambling and Jamie chuckles, feeling relieved at your honesty and attempt to cheer him up. He places his hand on your thigh and rubs gentle circles into your sweatpants, causing you to stop. You place your hand on top of his reassuringly and bring your other hand to his face once more. “Sorry Jamie, I hate to tell you this but you got stuck with me after our first date.”

“Do you mean that?” Jamie asks, still slightly anxious. His other hand comes up to hold yours to his face, and he squeezes it gently to reassure himself that this moment is real.

“Yeah, I do,” you smile, gently caressing Jamie’s cheek with your thumb. “I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. Much less Dave,” you exaggerate your face when you say Dave’s name to a look of disgust, wanting Jamie to understand how horrible you find the insinuation that you would be romantically interested in his best friend.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, relaxing against your hand. He looks at you lovingly, feeling guilty that he ever thought you would leave him. “But I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. You two aren’t that irresponsible.”

You let out an insincere laugh, amused by his statement. “The only reason we’re not that bad is because of you, Jamie.” You maneuver yourself into Jamie’s lap and hug him tightly, holding onto him like a sloth on a branch. He wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.

The towel around Jamie’s waist does little to hide his growing erection. He blushes, and you pull your face back to look at him. You grin and wiggle your hips in his lap. You press your lips against his and Jamie reciprocates eagerly, causing him to harden beneath you even more. You pull your lips away, wanting to observe his facial expressions. His eyes are still closed though as he relaxes in the warmth and security of your presence.

“I can’t believe you were jealous of Dave, of all people,” you giggle. Jamie’s eyes shoot open, and he blushes further.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he tries to defend himself, not able to meet your eyes with his own. You pull his chin up to face you again.

“Oh you so were,” you insist. “You have nothing to be jealous over though. You're the most handsome man I've ever seen, also the kindest and most thoughtful. Sometimes I start crying because of how amazing you are and I can't believe how lucky I am. I want to hold you forever and never let go,” you tell him as you slowly reach your hand between the two of you, splaying your legs out for easier access. "And besides your other amazing qualities, you’ve basically got God’s dick between your legs.” You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, stopping right before you touch his length. He nods eagerly, and you start stroking through his towel slowly.

Jamie blushes even more; his face and neck beet red after your praise. “It’s not that big,” he responds honestly. He spreads his legs open further, allowing you to reach more of him. Once he knows you won’t fall from his lap, he leans back on his palms, biting his lip at the feeling of your hand on his cock.

“It definitely is, Jamie,” you smile. “Literally every time we have sex I can’t walk afterwards, so I’m not sure where you got the idea that you don’t have a giant monster penis. I’m not complaining though.” You then reach between both layers of his towel to touch it directly and he gasps in response; his head tilting back in pleasure. You lean forward, causing Jamie to fall against his bed. You lick your palm before wrapping it around his cock, and move your head to his exposed neck to kiss him there. You start stroking him slowly, wanting to savor the moment. He moans quietly, closing his eyes tightly. You start moving your hand a bit faster, wanting to push him over the edge, but he stops your hand with his. You lean your head over his to look down at him questioningly.

“Wait,” he breathes out. “I want to make you feel good first.”

“You don’t have to do that Jamie,” you reassure him. You think he’ll let it go and allow you to continue, but he wraps his hand around yours tighter to prevent you from moving it.

“I know,” he starts. “But I want to. Please?” He looks up at you with pleading eyes and your heart melts, despite your growing arousal for him. You loosen your grip around him, and he lets go of your hand.

“…Okay, if you insist,” you relent. Jamie grins triumphantly, lifting his torso to lean against one of his forearms. His other hand comes up to the side of your face and he gently pushes you to him, allowing him to kiss you. He leans back and pulls you with him, before flipping the two of you over quickly so he is on top of you. You gasp at this and Jamie slips his tongue between your teeth, roaming your mouth passionately. You feel Jamie undo the bow of your sweatpants in a swift motion before he pushes them down your legs. Once he gets them down to your knees you kick them off, helping him remove them. Jamie then presses his erection against your clothed entrance, and you briefly wonder how his towel is still on after all of this.

Jamie tangles his other hand in your hair, pulling you closer towards him as he continues kissing you. His other hand travels along your side to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards so you get the hint. You do and lift your body so he can take it off of you. The two of you separate your lips so he can do so, and his eyes travel down your almost naked body appreciatively. His eyes crinkle from his smile; admiring you like it’s the first time he’s seen you like this. You blush, and his eyes flick back up to your face. He starts kissing you again, gently rolling his hips against yours, causing wetness to pool between your legs. The texture of the towel against your naked legs is a bit weird, but it strangely added to the pleasure building in your core as it rubbed against the wet spot on your underwear.

Jamie’s mouth traveled from yours down to your neck, kissing you there. You feel him nip and suck at your neck a few times, slowly and hesitantly at first. You moan when he sucks your neck harder, blushing with the knowledge that he was definitely going to leave marks as the pace of his mouth grew quicker and more passionate. You don’t have time to ask him about it though, as the thought completely left your head at his next question.

“Do you want my mouth first, or my fingers?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, breathing heavily. You weren’t sure if it was the heightened arousal making Jamie sound more confident, or maybe you were just hearing things, but his deep voice made you blush. Seemingly in an attempt to encourage an answer from you, you feel one of his hands travel between your legs, stroking your entrance through your underwear.

“I don’t…” you trail off, not able to choose between the two. Jamie grins against your neck, pleased with himself and the effect he has on you. He removes his hand from your underwear and moves both of his hands to your breasts, massaging them through your bra as he dips his head down to kiss you again. He wriggles one of his hands between your back and the mattress to unclasp your bra, allowing him to remove it from you. Both of his hands move to your nipples, twirling them gently as he waits for you to continue your sentence.

“That’s okay, I’ll pick for you,” he assures you after you fail to provide him with an answer. He shifts his body down the bed, lowering his face in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your legs, holding them open as he gives your clothed pussy a few slow licks. He moves one of his arms so he can hold your legs open with just one of them, using the other to pull your underwear off. You shiver at the air against your most sensitive part, but you don’t have time to even think about closing your legs again as Jamie dives his mouth back down. His free hand goes back up to your breasts, teasing your nipples gently with his fingertips. He brings one of your legs up onto his shoulder while pressing the other one down, allowing him to lick you directly without you suffocating him. Not that he would mind, of course. He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue and alternates between that and long, slow licks. You writhe beneath him, and though Jamie feels slightly guilty for the bruises you might later have from him forcing your legs open, he’s made it his mission to pleasure you as much as possible today.

Jamie look at your face purposefully, studying your reactions as he continues eating you out. From your perspective, it’s a strange mix between slightly embarrassing and mostly arousing. His wide brown eyes are looking up at you with complete innocence, yet his tongue is working filthily and methodically against your core, having memorized exactly how to have you a complete mess beneath him. As he continues his unrelenting pace, and the two of you share eye contact, your first orgasm hits you. Jamie licks at your wetness eagerly, enjoying the sweet taste of your release. He separates his mouth from your core and sits up, allowing you to see some of your wetness trailing down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand and then proceeds to lick it off. You watch as Jamie slowly sucks his fingers, closing his eyes as if he just had a delicious meal and wanted to savor every last taste of it.

He readjusts himself to kiss you again and you taste yourself on his tongue. The same hand he just licked moves to plunge a finger into your core, causing you to whine. Jamie pumps it in and out of you, starting slow but increasing his pace gradually. He inserts another finger to scissor you, wanting to hopefully prepare you for later. You moan into his kisses, which cause his fingers to stutter or stop occasionally, but he resumes his pace every time.

Wanting to make Jamie feel good as well, you move your hand in between the layers of his towel again. When he feels you stroke his length, he freezes in place. He leans back, bringing his free hand to yours and pulling it away.

“No,” he chastises softly. He intertwines his fingers with yours, before bringing your hand up to the side of your head, pining it against the mattress. He continues fingering you and leans in to kiss you, but you stop him with a finger to his lips.

“Why not?” you ask him quietly. Now it was your turn to feel insecure. Were you bad at it? Did you hurt him earlier? Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern, but Jamie is quick to notice and explain himself.

He glances down towards your finger on his lips, then back at your eyes. You remove it, allowing him to speak unobstructed. “I want to focus on you right now,” he tells you honestly. “I love you, and I love how you make me feel, but if I let you touch me there I’m going to forget what I’m doing.” He slowly pulls his fingers out of your wet entrance, before pushing them back in and continuing his movements. His thumb moves to your clit, circling it slowly. “Is that okay?” You nod, but notice Jamie doesn’t seem satisfied with that.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to say, moaning again as he increases the speed of his hand slightly. Jamie smiles at you, lowering his head to kiss you.

His lips part from yours and he whispers to you, “Okay, I’m going to... put it in now.” He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance, and as he enters you his face moves to your neck. You feel the heat radiate from his cheeks, letting you know he is blushing profusely. Though Jamie's confidence when it came to sex had increased significantly, he was still a bit awkward when it came to talking about penetration for some reason.

“Jesus Christ, you’re huge,” you whine in between shallow breaths. “Every time I think I’ll get used to it, I’m proven wrong,” you whimper, closing your eyes tightly. Despite doing his best to prepare you for him, you still feel a bit of an uncomfortable stretch as he slowly pushes himself into you. Your back arches as he does so, and you moan loudly as your walls clench around his length. Jamie nips and licks at your neck once again in the hopes of helping you relax for him. Once fully inside you his cock twitches, but he keeps himself still as he waits for your approval. One of his hands moves to one of your breasts to circle your nipple; trying to provide you with pleasure as he waits for you to adjust. You feel like his size affected your brain somehow as you feel your thoughts disappear, but you eventually manage to speak again and say, “You can move now.”

His thrusts start slow; wanting to ensure he’s not causing you any pain. As his pace increases he begins breathing heavier, expelling hot breaths and quiet moans into the crook of your neck.

“You feel amazing Jamie,” you disclose to him, wanting to make up for the lack of providing him with physical pleasure. “No one’s ever made me feel as good as you do.” You practically yelp out your last sentence; some of the words slurring together into a jumbled mess. After that declaration, you feel a few of Jamie’s thrusts become rougher. Your whimpers become louder as a result, and once he notices he quickly goes back to his pre-established pace.

“Do you mean that?” he asks, lifting his head from your neck. His chest swells with pride at the thought that no one had pleasured you as well as he does. Perhaps it was a sign that you would never leave him, and maybe you’d even agree to marry him someday. Jamie’s mind started swirling with possibilities of your futures together, and—as he got lost in his daydreams—his thrusts became rougher once again.

“Of-of course,” you brokenly moan. You bring your unpinned hand to the wet hairs at the back of his head, pulling his face towards yours and smashing your lips against his. That was the last straw for Jamie. As he moans into your mouth between kisses, his pace increases exponentially, as if he was no longer capable of controlling himself or his body. His thrusts are hard and desperate, a change from his usual preference of slow and gentle love-making. He didn't want to hurt you, but the love he feels for you is deep and vast and intense; and his body is hell-bent on displaying the extent of it to you. Though his lips whisper ‘I love you’, his body is screaming: ‘Don’t leave me’.

“I love you so much,” he breathes into your mouth once again, as if they were the only words he remembers how to say.

“I love you too,” you respond, and—seemingly with perfect timing—your orgasm decides to spill forth. The hand on his neck limply falls on the bed as your orgasm floods your body, the pleasure coursing through you causing you to forget basic motor functions. Jamie moans at the sensation of your walls clenching around him, and after a few more thrusts, he comes as well. He collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms and legs underneath your body before flipping the two of you over so you were laying on top of him. He holds your exhausted body to his tightly, bringing one of his hands up to stroke through your strands affectionately. As the two of you catch your breath, the hand that was once in your hair grabs the sheet underneath you, and he pulls it over your still-connected bodies.

“By the way,” he exhales, panting a few times before starting his next sentence. Your eyes are closed as you recover, but you swear you can hear a smirk in his voice. “Mind telling me where all my clothes have gone?”

You slap a hand over your mouth to prevent a laugh from spilling out. “Uh, what do you mean? Your clothes have disappeared? Wow, that’s crazy! I wonder how that happened?”

“Right," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you’re telling me you had nothing to do with it?” he asks, bringing his hand to your back to start stroking along your spine.

You place your hands on his chest, resting your chin on them so you can look at him. “Of course I didn’t! Wow Jamie, you have such little faith. Dave and I haven’t pranked you in ages, what makes you think we’ve come up with something today of all days?”

“So the boxes filled with clothes in the back of your car are definitely not mine then?” he asks, grinning at you with satisfaction.

Your face falls flat on his chest, and you groan. “How’d you figure it out?”

“You left your keys in the driveway,” he recounts. “I stepped on them, and the trunk opened. You should really keep them in your pocket, you know.”

“I know, I know,” you laugh. “I can’t believe I was bested by a set of keys again.” Jamie stops his fingers against your back, choosing to wrap both of his arms around your waist tightly.

“So, what do I win this time?” He asks gleefully. A while ago you and Dave had established a rule that if Jamie figured out your prank before it was finished, he’d win something. Typically it was something easy like paying for drinks or movie tickets, but it depended on the severity of the prank.

“Ya know, we hadn’t talked about it yet,” you laugh nervously. “We were going to after we finished, but then you came home and I came in here so…” you explain awkwardly, motioning your hand around his room. “I can ask him later though.”

“Actually,” Jamie starts, smiling confidently as his hand trails down to the back of your knee and pulls it up towards him. “I think I’ve got an idea for my reward.”

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“Blanket agreement,” Jesper offers, waving a hand lazily like it doesn’t take all that much thought. Matthias’ head is spinning. “Just for friends, because he gets drunk and likes to kiss Roeder.” 

this is a follow up to a new kind of understanding

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He’s a small kid, but Wylan’s age. His talents are better suited to shadows, which Wylan just can’t relate to. The skills he has, well, by their very nature they banish darkness with a pop and a bang. 

Roeder is different.

He listens more than he talks, but that’s okay. Wylan doesn’t mind. He has a big mouth when he’s drunk, and usually when he sees Roeder, he’s drunk. 

It’s a sideways slide on his chair that ends up resting his forehead on Jesper’s shoulder. Vaguely, Wylan hears someone laugh, and doesn’t think it’s the man below him, but he also doesn’t care. He’s not too drunk. He could walk home on his own and be plenty safe. He just also knows that he’d be most pleased if Jesper took him home himself, by the cart at the end of one of the smaller canals along the way that sells hot potato pieces with cheese.

“Having fun?” Jesper murmurs. 

“Yeah,” Wylan replies. He thinks he’s close to slurring his words, maybe. Who knows? “The most fun, Jes.” 

And he is– the middle of the Crow Club is a place he likes being, surrounded by friends in all forms. He grins, eyes slipping shut as he floats along in the noise of people, people, people. He hears Jesper laugh again, chest jostling his cheek where it rests on his shoulder. 

“I’ll get you water,” Jesper laughs. Wylan frowns. 

“I can get myself my own water,” he complains. Now he thinks voice is definitely slurred, and he doesn't want to think about that, because Jesper will tease him for it and he doesn’t want to be teased. Already when he pulls back he can see a fond smile on his face, a stupid grin that he loves so much. 

“You don’t have to,” Jesper says, but Wylan is stubborn. He sits up, and Jesper shifts, and Wylan– he’s certainly not having that. He reaches a hand out to press against Jesper’s waist, all but shoving him backwards on his chair. He hears his boyfriend chuckle. “Okay, okay,” Jesper yields. He raises his hands. Wylan stands on wobbly legs, nodding like he can assure himself he’s fine. Jesper laughs again. “Don’t fall.”

Wylan ignores him, but doesn’t fall.

He gets water from the bar and feels flush with the noise, the heat. A bit too flush. Ghezen, he’s warm, and he doesn’t quite want to think about the fact that inevitably someone will tell him it’s just because he’s drunk. He knows he’s drunk, and knows that the fact he’s warm is a different thing altogether – the people, the bodies, the noise. 

Maybe it’s also because he’s drunk. 

Either way, he makes his way out the back door of the club, slipping past people with his cup of water left somewhere. He doesn’t even stumble, and finds himself a bit too proud. He just pushes the door open and sinks into the breath of cool air. 

For a moment, Wylan just stands there. He breathes in the night air, the clear sky, the little tucked away corner of the alley looking out onto a tiny little canal that runs behind the East Stave. Carefully, he perches himself on a low stone wall – not directly above the water, because he isn’t stupid, but not far from it. He hears the quiet splashing waves of a browboat, just gone.

Roeder is small. He’s slight, and best suited to the shadows. Never once has he actually explained how he came to be in Ketterdam, but that tracks for a Spider. Wylan doesn’t pry. 

Roeder is quiet, too, and like every good spider, his voice is a surprise. 

“Are you okay?” 

His voice is soft. It carries on the night air exactly how he wants it to: he’s getting better at that. No Inej, of course not, but not bad as far as spiders go. He makes Wylan startle, just a little bit, and doesn’t even apologise. To appear without anyone being any wiser might just be all a spider really needs to do.

He blinks, looking up to see him tucked into his coat, standing where Wylan had just been. He wonders if he’s been followed. He finds it hard to focus on the thought. 

Instead, Wylan tips his head to the side. He doesn’t really mean to, but can’t quite help it. Carefully, he nods. “Just sort of drunk,” he offers. Roeder smiles. His laugh is silent. Wylan looks up at him. 

They’re friends, and that’s a strange, novel thing. Friends. Not friends in the way Wylan is friends with Kaz and Inej, or Nina, or Matthias, and certainly not the way in which he’s friends with Jesper. The six of them are friends in the most soul-shattering, total way, and Wylan feels them like a part of himself. 

He’s friends with Roeder in a different way, because Roeder is different from all of his friends, and that’s a delightful thing. Wylan has variety, options, choice. He has friends, and plenty of them – his closest friends, but plenty more that like him, that he likes. Anika and Keeg, Pim, Rotty, Roeder. He’s nineteen in a few weeks and the head of an empire, vibrant in his youth and delighted by all the options for a life he has laid out before him. There’s none of the isolated loneliness he had as a boy, hiding away and trying as hard as he could to manage the whims of his father. 

Wylan kisses Roeder first. 

It’s a blanket agreement, and Wylan can’t really remember the first time it was brought up. He thinks it was him that said it, because Jesper’s never been one to talk about fancying other people. It must have been Wylan, then, and he thinks – vaguely – that he can remember humming and laughing and saying, he’s cute, and Jesper offering out the opportunity. You can kiss him, if you want.

Wylan had wanted. 

Just for friends, because friends understand he’s in love with Jesper and just kissing them to kiss them. Just friends, although really, he isn’t kissing that many people. Anika had laughed and offered, and he’d wrinkled up his nose, and she’d kissed the top of his forehead and said he was missing out, but left it. He hadn’t minded. 

But Roeder–

Wylan pushes his hands through his hair, silky-soft and dark black. He thinks he’s part Shu, even with a Kerch name, but Roeder never said and Wylan never asked. He doesn’t care to ask, and doesn’t even really care to talk. All he does is sink into the kiss with the taste of delight on his lips. He hums. 

It’s strange. He’d kissed a few boys before being dragged by a Barrel boss out to Fjerda – a tutor once, a kitchen boy, the councilman’s grandson out in the meadow behind an old house down south, when half the families on the Council had decided to go off on a weekend away when Wylan was fourteen. 

He hadn’t liked any of them, not like he likes Jesper – but they hadn’t even been friends. There had been no attraction, no arousal, not at that age. Just innocent curiosity, and a knowledge that he wanted things plenty of other boys didn’t seem to want – except some did, and they kissed him back. 

They’d been different to Jesper, and they’re different still to Roeder.

The backdoor of the Club bangs open with noise – too much, too sudden. Roeder steps away first. Wylan blinks, startled by the absence of a warm body in front of him, fingers still feeling the soft press of his hair. He looks up to the door on instinct, now that he’s flooded with light, and sees Jesper blink – probably surprised to see Wylan out here. 

When he looks back, Roeder’s gone. 

“I thought you ran off,” Jesper says. He’s half-scolding, but not really: mostly just laughing. Wylan sways. He’s lightheaded. His lips tingle. Oh, he wants to keep being kissed stupid. Jesper’s eyes glint like he’s realised, and understood. “Where’d Roeder go?” 

“Don’t know,” Wylan manages. He’s a little bit dizzy. 

“I know you’re out here, you little skiv,” Jesper calls, still laughing. “You don’t have to keep hiding whenever I show up.”

He doesn’t get a reply. 

Jesper scoffs, but Wylan can tell that he’s fond. He likes Roeder too, just– in a different way than Wylan does. He steps closer to Wylan anyway, and kisses him gently on the lips. Wylan hums. 

This is perfect.  

“Bye, Roeder,” he calls into the night. Then he giggles, and Jesper loops an arm around his waist, keeping him upright when his body starts to tip and list towards the floor. He doesn’t get a reply to that either, but that’s okay. 

Jesper takes him home.

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