#nighty night bitch

[ziglikesrain]

zig here for the zillionth time tonight w thoughts on the husk/angel age gap cause i’ve seen people mad about it (which isn’t UNreasonable) so i did the math for you silly gooses to ease your minds😇

angel died in 1947 as an (approximately) 35 year old. if we’re considering hazbin being set in 2024, he’s been “alive” (around?) for about 111 years.

husk died around 1970 as an (approximately) 60 year old, meaning he’s been around for about 114 years.

they’re three years apart. approximately. yay we can stop worrying now and trust that both of them can make judgements about who and what they want!! they’re both fucking ancient❤️

kisses gn😘😘

[extreme-technicality]

Reblog to send prev gently drifting off into dreamland

[wrenessence]

netflix went down in the middle of me watching my demon what if this was my 13th reason jesus christ

[forcewound]

sleep is my favorite spell in the whole game you’re not getting a turn lol. and i’m gonna sneak attack you while you’re down there so good luck with that

[homoeroticvillain]

nighty night guys

[rosegarden-society]

Nabbed a jacket the other day that is 100% Hunter’s style

Hunter fit check when-

[lovesomehate]

Okay my meds have been trying to drag me into sleep for the past hour so I’m going to do that and stop resisting it 😂

[leupagus]

Guys I Might Have Three Nickels

I've been watching "Agatha Christie's Marple" for the past few days and it's pretty good! Marple adaptations all tend to have a better caliber of actors than a lot of bog-standard mystery shows (looking at you, "Madame Blanc"), and while Joan Hickson's Marple is right up there with David Suchet's Poirot and Jeremy Brett's Holmes as "literally can never be beaten, these are the best anyone's done it," both Geraldine McEwan and Julia McKenzie do a fantastic job as Miss Marple.

Then I got to "The Secret of Chimneys," Season 5 episode 2

and guys

Guys

So there's a murder of a viscount, like there is, and this detective Finch rolls up and immediately spots Miss Marple (in her NIGHTIE! standing at the window like some kind of hussy, honestly Jane) and doffs his cap to her with that little smile that makes you go, "huh."

At this point I've watched a couple dozen Miss Marple episodes where she goes through detectives like wildfire and this guy's supposed to be a "*guru*" so I'm expecting some battle of the egos or something and like, Stephen Dillane is great! But bleh, I might have to skip this one.

Then my dude asks Miss Marple to SHOW HIM THE BODY, with a pleased little smile at her as she goes "uhhhhhhhh but my knitting?" (He even does that thing where you use someone's honorific and wait for them to give you their name, and that's when I was like "ohhh this bitch knows exactly who she is.") What follows is what I can only describe as a meet-cute in the secret passageway where the viscount was shot (and in fact the body is STILL THERE) and where Miss Marple literally asks the police equivalent of "is there a Mrs Finch" and he looks at her like this:

At which point I'm like "ohhh my dude not only knows who she is, he deliberately came here without a sergeant so he could draft her," and sure enough he just starts...handing her pieces of evidence like "hey babe can you decipher this note for me thanks love you" while Miss Marple is like, "this approval and camaraderie coming from a cop... not sure if want."

Next is a series of romantic strolls through the gardens while they discuss murder, during which Finch reveals his undying love I mean his research into Miss Marple and the "dozen case files" of her previous exploits that he's collected like some deranged fanboy. Miss Marple responds to this by BLUSHING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL and stammering about how pish tosh it's nothing really, and I couldn't find a gif of it but he's staring at her like this:

Yeah I bet u r tempted

He also makes a half-hearted attempt at negging her "amateur sleuth" status, only to then immediately assure her that he makes like, so much money being a big fancy detective and can keep her in all the yarn and garden seed she could ever desire.

There's also a late-night tryst at the compost pile right after Finch has been (mildly) poisoned and Miss Marple is like "men are so weak" as she roots through the garbage for clues.

Not how he wanted their first date to go D:

The next morning there's another murder which: bummer, but also allows the two of them to read love letters together and for Finch to give Miss Marple the following look as she explains how secret assignations among lovers can "quicken the ardor":

Miss Marple then goes onto solve the murders and btw hands over the priceless diamond that's been literally missing for two literal decades that she found in her spare time. The entire scene features Finch looking at her like this:

After the dust settles, Finch and Miss Marple have a lovely moment where he calls himself "another one of your casualties," then super casually mentions that he's probably going to have to go on assignment to use the diamond in a daring international espionage case and I can't decide if he's asking Miss Marple to go with him or simply trying to show her that he is cool and smart and would make an excellent wife, but either way the episode ends with her turning him down and Jane, we need to talk about your priorities.

Anyway I've already written 2K about the subsequent 10-year epistolary romance these two have following this episode because I make poor choices.

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 15: Porn Watching

Pretty, Pretty Baby

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, SMUT, mentions of drugs, mentions of erectile dysfunction, mentions of body insecurity

Word Count: ~1.5k

Kinktober Masterlist

You wake up in the cold dark room and reach out for Elvis in the bed. Wriggling around under the electric blanket, you finally come to the conclusion that he's not in the giant bed. This has happened for the past three nights and tonight you're not going to let it slide. You miss him. The last couple nights he's assured you he was in the bath or the kitchen, so you start in those two places. No Elvis. You wander around the big house in your scandalous little nightie and pray you don't run into any of the guys. But it's 5:30am; no one is awake yet. 

Finally, you stand at the top of the stairs to the basement and listen, avoiding walking down there if you can help it. You hear a woman moaning and your blood turns to ice. How can he be cheating on you?! He assures you all the time that he loves you, despite the women that still throw themselves at him, even if he is 40 now and doesn't look how he thinks he should. You don't care. He's as sexy as he ever has been and you do everything in your power to prove to him that you feel that way, but sometimes he just doesn't believe you. But now he's having sex with someone else? 

You stomp down the stairs ready to throw a bitch out of what you think of as your house, but you're shocked to find him alone. He's got some kind of skin flick on the projector and he sits on the couch with his hand wrapped around his cock. He pumps himself kind of half-heartedly, but you're still a little jealous. He's pushed you away all week. And now here he is with some movie and his own hand. 

What you don't know is he's desperately trying to get hard and stay hard for you. He hasn't felt up to it in a while and he thought a little practice might help. He's been doing this for the past couple nights in an attempt to make something happen for you on your anniversary on Saturday. 

"Elvis Aaron Presley. What are you doing?" You ask him once you've had enough. He jumps and covers himself quickly. 

"Goddamnit, doll! You scared me. What the fuck are you doin' down here instead of in bed?" You walk over and plop down next to him on the couch, the naked women still moaning in the background. 

"Woke up and you were gone. I miss you." You try to cuddle up on him and he pushes you away. He's desperately embarrassed that you found him in such a compromising state. "Fine then. Can I watch with you if I stay all the way over here?" 

"Honey, this is not the kinda thing a little girl like you oughtta be watchin'."

"Elvis, I'm 28. I've seen porn before." He cringes a little, first at how young you are and then at how easily you say the word "porn". Even in 1975, he's not used to women who own their sexuality. 

"Still, baby, you don't need to be watchin' it with me." You turn and lean against the pillows, running your feet down across his lap, massaging his thighs with your toes. 

"Please, daddy." You pout at him and he melts. He never can resist you when you're like this. 

"Alright, fine. Just for a little while." You squeal with excitement, mostly just happy to spend a little time with him. 

"I don't mind if you... y'know... while we watch." You don't say the words, knowing how he hates it when you're crude. 

"Naw, honey, I couldn't with you down here." You pout again, but he still shuts you down. 

After a few minutes of watching, you feel yourself become aroused. It's a pretty good porno and you've always been turned on by pretty girls. There are plenty in this film and they're all touching each other, so you start to get a little hot and bothered. You look over at Elvis and he seems to be trying to purposefully ignore you. When you realize he's not going to look at you, you huff and slide your soaking wet panties down and off. You toss them into his lap. It takes him a minute, but eventually he figures out what just happened. He looks over at you to find you with your legs spread, fingers rubbing your clit as you bite your bottom lip and moan softly. He's entranced for a few seconds watching you and he feels his cock twitch in his pajama pants. Still, he can't let you carry on like this. 

"Doll, just what do ya think you're doin'?" He asks, his eyes still glued to your hand on your pussy. 

"Nothin' just... mmm... makin' myself feel good." You moan softly as you slide one of your fingers up into yourself. 

"Now, baby, that's not somethin' you should do down here. Or at all really." He says the last part quietly, like he doesn't really believe it. He still can't look away from your hand. 

"Daddy, if you won't touch me I'll just have to do it myself."

"No ma'am, little girl. You stop it right now." You can't quite tell if he's angry or playful. He seems to vacillate between the two so quickly these days. You decide to go with playful. 

"Or what?" 

"I'll have to bend you over my knee and spank ya a bit. Teach you a lesson." You look at him mischievously. 

"You promise?" You move your fingers faster, feeling your orgasm gather in your hips. "Mmm daddy, it feels good." 

Now you're just taunting him. 

"Damnit, doll, cool it. Or I'll-" He stops suddenly when he tries to move and realizes he has a raging hard-on. 

"You'll what, daddy?" He brightens instantly. 

"I'll come over there and make you stop. Put this cock inside you. Is that what you want?" You moan, remembering how he used to fuck you on this couch before the pills got to be too much and his weight started to really bother him. You look him dead in the eye. 

"That's exactly what I want, daddy." He grabs your calf and yanks you towards him, grabbing your hips and pulling you up to straddle him. You pull his pajama bottoms down just enough to let his rock-hard dick free and he bucks his hips to give you better access. Without another word, he guides you as you sink down onto him, groaning as he fills you up. A lot of things about him have changed, but his cock, when it's hard, hasn't. 

"Fuck, baby. Your little pussy is so good to me." He whispers in your ear and kisses your neck as you begin to bounce and roll on him, pushing him deeper and deeper. 

"It's because she loves daddy's cock." You whisper into his ear and begin to moan with the actresses on the projector. It's been a long time since he's actually fucked you. Normally, he just goes down on you, makes sure you cum a couple times, and then tries to go to sleep. But not tonight. Tonight his cock is fully functioning and he plans to enjoy it while it lasts. 

"Lay down, baby." He whispers to you and you quickly rearrange as he climbs on top of you, praying he stays hard through the position change. And he does, pushing into you as you wrap your legs around him. 

"Yes daddy... I'm gonna cum!" You moan as he hits your g-spot repeatedly. His dick always was perfect. "Fuck!" 

You holler and shudder as your release washes over you, crashing into you like so many salty waves in the ocean. He feels your walls flutter and pulse around him and grunts. 

"You want a baby, honey?" He asks, like he always does when he's fucking you so deep. You answer the way you always do, despite being on the pill. 

"Yes daddy. Cum inside me!" That's all it takes for him to rut into you, shooting you full of his release. His hips stutter into you and you hold him tightly on your chest until he comes back down. 

"My pretty, pretty baby." He mumbles as he kisses your chest, fully spent. You run your fingers through his hair and whisper to him affectionately. 

"You know I love you, right?"

"I know baby."

"Will ya quit bein' so melodramatic about all this then?" Elvis shakes his head. 

"I can't make any guarantees, babydoll. But right now I'm happier than I have been in months." You lie there together for a while, silently, as you stroke his hair. Eventually you realize that his breathing has evened and his body is relaxed. He's asleep, finally. 

You burrow into the pillows and make sure he is comfortably wrapped around you. He always sleeps best after you make love. Before you drift off, you kiss his forehead and whisper. 

“I love you with all of me, you silly man.” To your surprise, he grumbles against your chest. 

“Thank you.” And you know that in this moment, that means more than any “I love you too” ever could. 

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

You're My Favorite Kind of Night

Celebrating the end of my school year with a lil spice 😎

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader Warnings: Language, established relationship, fingering 0.9k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

Your schoolbag was heavy on your shoulder as you trudged through the door, loaded with end of the year gifts and cards from students and a couple of personal items from your now empty classroom. Just as you were dropping it to the floor, your favorite smile greeted you.

“Happy last day,” Roy growled, scooping you up into a tight hug.

A giggle slipped past your lips as you buried your face in his neck, breathing in the cologne he’d put on just for you. “Thanks.” You squeezed him tight, unable to believe you now had the whole summer ahead of you- a summer filled with lazy mornings, good food, football, holidays, and, most importantly, Roy Kent.

Roy pressed a kiss to your forehead as he released you. “I’m gonna pop dinner in the oven,” he announced. “Why don’t you go put on some pyjamas or something? Get comfy.”

“You’re too good to me.” You kissed his cheek, savoring the familiar feeling of his beard scratching your face. “What did I do to deserve you, Roy?”

He shook his head with a little hush. “You deserve it, babe. All the shit you put up with every day, with kids who don’t listen and all the lesson plans and grading and the parents who bitch about everything- not to mention the fucking dads-�� He scowled, clearly thinking about the fathers he still caught staring at you, even though the whole school knew you were his girl. “-you deserve to be spoiled a bit, you know?”

Happiness fluttered in your chest when you saw that look in Roy’s eye, the look of pure adoration he’d been giving you since… well, since you’d first met, when you’d offered to take a photo of him and Phoebe on that first day of school that felt so long ago. It was a look that made you feel safe, adored, and, frankly, desired. It was a look you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to and a look you couldn’t get enough of.

After giving your boyfriend one more kiss, you turned on your heel and giddily made your way to the bedroom, looking forward to a night of homemade food and good wine and rom-coms and cuddling and-

There were candles on your nightstand. A giant bouquet of flowers on your dresser. Slow music playing from a speaker. And on your bed, that little blue babydoll nightie Roy liked so much, with a note written in that familiar sloppy handwriting: You deserve to be fucking spoiled- let me.

A blush settled over every inch of your body. Roy Kent, infamous womanizer and the grumpiest manager in the Premier League, was something of a romantic fool when it came to you. Between the holiday the two of you would be leaving for in only a week and now this gesture- not to mention his offers to help set up your classroom at the end of summer- you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest teacher in all of England.

Hearing the sounds of Roy finishing up dinner in the kitchen, you quickly slipped out of your work clothes and into the nightie that was clearly Roy’s favorite, stifling giggles when you heard his familiar heavy footsteps approaching, sounding a smidge lighter than usual.

“Well, hello.” You glanced over your shoulder at Roy, who stood in the doorframe with a devilish smile. “Look at you.” He crossed the room so he could wrap his arms around you, pressing his body against yours. “I guess class is fucking dismissed.”

You giggled and started peppering kisses to his neck. “No school talk,” you scolded playfully. “I don’t want to think about anything but summer and relaxing.”

His breath was hot in your ear. “Relaxing, eh?” His hand began to wander down your side until his fingers hit the edge of your nightie, which he began tugging up slowly. His fingers kept gliding until they reached your inner thigh. He let out a pleased little hum when he realized: his sweet little girlfriend wasn’t wearing any panties. “Bet I could help you relax.”

A small whine slipped past your lips as Roy’s fingers began massaging your entrance. His smile was absolutely wicked as he gently pushed you back, back until you hit the bed. He laid you down on your back, eyes never leaving your face and fingers never leaving your cunt. You sighed and spread your legs for him, not bothering to hold back your strangled moan as he inched two fingers inside.

“There’s my girl,” he cooed in that gruff voice. His breath was hot on your skin as he murmured, “This relaxing enough for you?”

“Yeah,” came your shaky response as you rolled your hips, desperate for more of him. Roy’s thumb found your clit and began rubbing it with gentle care. Just as your body began to feel heavy with lazy pleasure, he increased the pressure on the bundle of nerves. “Fuck,” you groaned as your hips bucked.

The sound that came from the back of Roy’s throat was a mix of a moan and a whine. “Language,” he tsked playfully as he dragged his fingers along your walls. He watched in awe as your face crumpled in pleasure, a dirty expression on a normally sweet face. He felt so greedy for you, so needy for every little sound that slipped past your lips and every little jerk of your body.

As he began to crawl down your body so he could get a taste of your arousal, Roy couldn’t help but smirk as he realized: You were all his for the whole summer.

[gremlinanalyst]

vigilante duo au shenanigans because i’m still waiting for an invite link from ao3:

katsuki: (sitting in the common area) “you know what? fuck the hero commission and their bullshit coverups.”

izuku: (nodding while twirling around his pen) “yeah, fuck the commission.”

shinsou: (downing a shot of espresso at three in the morning) “cheers to that.”

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aizawa: (pinching the bridge of his nose) “you’re both problem children.”

izuku: (glares while bandaging katsuki’s arm)

katsuki: (smiles manically while sporting a minor stab wound) “awe. you do care, old man.”

aizawa: (deadpan) “you’re going to end up giving me gray hairs by the time i’m in my late thirties.”

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izuku: “hey, sensei-“

aizawa: “midoriya, please don’t test my patience right now.”

izuku: (pulls out a buzzer from his pocket and hits it)

aizawa: “…”

izuku: “that sound means you answered incorrectly.”

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katsuki: “hey, all might?”

all might: (completely innocent to this hellion’s antics) “yes, young bakugou?”

katsuki: (smirks) “hypothetically, what would happen if someone set off all the landmines in that random field by the arena?”

all might: (terrified) “uhm…nothing good would happen. why do you ask?”

katsuki: “for a friend.”

izuku: (aiming a glitter bomb at an exposed landmine while watching mineta walk across the field) “nighty night, bitch.”

[faghubby]

EMBRACING THE TRUTH (part 2 of truth)

Sara continued to push me. I soon excepted that I was gay, well at least bi. But Sara just told me I was gay. It had been weeks since that dinner with Allen. And how things had changed.

Sara bought me my own panties, she particularly thought sexy is better, she wore cotton bikini style mostly. But had me in lace bright colored thongs. After that first night sucking Allen's cock became more of a weekly ritual. Between Sara and Allen i learned how to give a proper blowjob. I couldnt take all of him but could take several inches down my throat. Sara also often made me consume my own cum regularly. Sara also bought a strapon and fucked my ass with it. This along with having me shave off most of my body hair. Still had hairy legs. So It wouldn't look odd if I wore shorts.

"I have a date tonight" Sara whispered in my ear as she grabbed my ass. The boys sitting only ten feet away. I turned quick and looked at her. As if reading my mind.

"You have Allen, shouldn't I have a man as well?" She whispered grabbing my quickly growing cock thru my pants.

"Would you like me to bring home a messy cream pie for you to eat?" She giggled. I couldn't say anything, stunned a bit scared. I just held her.

After dinner she headed to the bedroom. I followed. The boys down in the basement playing video games.

"Sara who is this guy?" I asked

"Why, so you can try and steal him?" Sara laughed. "Take off your shorts" she commanded. I did as I was told. I stood before her wearing a blue thong with lace around the legs and waist and a little bow just above the new wet spot forming in them.

"I want you to wear this whi,e I am out" Sara said handing me a Victoria secret bag. Inside was a pink baby doll nightie with matching panties.

"But the boys?" I wimpered.

"Might as well learn that their daddy is a cum sucking sissy" she told me.

"Everyone else will know soon enough" she told me.

"What?" I stuttered

"Didn't I tell you, sorry I want to start pimping out that sweet ass of yours" Sara told me. As I stood there my dick throbbing and the wet spot growing.

"You like this idea I see" Sara said.

"Sara you can't be serious" I pleaded.

"Tell you what, if all goes well tonight and I come home with a snack for you, if you eat it all without complaint. I will let you pick one person that I choose to tell all about your cum sucking habits" Sara told me.

"Okay, I will" I told her thinking I had won.

"Your still wearing that tonight" Sara smiled. I watched as she got ready for her date. She wore sexy lingerie I had never seen must be new I thought. As she went to leave she kissed me.

"Shave the rest of your boy hair off as well" Sara told me. She made a loom like it was not open for discussion. I headed straight to the bathroom and drew a bath. Spent the next hour removing any remaining body hair. Then put on the nightie and thong.

I hid in our room the rest of the night to avoid the boys.

Sara returned after two hours. She came straight to the bedroom. And found me waiting she stripped and laid on the bed spreading her legs.

I knew I had to, I dove in and sucked out more cum then I had ever seen before.

"Get it all, he came in me twice" Sara told me.as I did I dry hummed her leg.

"Yeah, hump my leg sissy, after a real man fucked me" she moaned. A little too loud I thought. I sucked a stranger cum from my wife. And I loved it. I lifted my face covered in Sara's and her lovers juices.

"My little faggot didn't cum?" Sarea teased her foot now against my balls.

"Please" I begged.

"My little boy shaved his legs all smooth, do you think Allen will aprove?" She teased. Allen didn't care. He had me suck his cock while fully clothed. And she knew it. Didn't stop her from teasing me about it keeping it in the back of my mind.

"Did you show our boys what a bitch their father is?" Sara asked. I blushed. I don't know what I would do if the boys found out. Sara leaned forward and put my dick in her mouth I lost it coming as soon as she did. Sara then kissed me feeding me my own cum.

"I sucked Dan cock to" telling me her lovers name. "He has a big black cock" she said showing me a pic of him naked. His cock swinging between his legs.

"Yes he is huge" Sara giggled. "Jealous?" She smiled.

"Still horny?" She asked. "Want more?"

"Yes" I moaned as she grabbed my ass.

"I bought something" Sara smiled opening her purse. She pulled out a dildo with a harness.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your faggot ass" Sara said quite loud.

"Yes, fuck my ass" I said.

"No, ask right" Sara said. As she tightened the straps.

"Please, fuck my faggot ass" I begged.

"You're going to tell Diane all about how you love cum and beg for your ass to be fucked" Sara told me as she pushed her lubed pink toy into my ass. Diane was her best friend, I have known her as long as I known Sara.

"Dan fucked me just like this" Sara told me. For ten minutes she pounded my ass. I moaned and begged for more. Before she stopped and cuddled up spooning me. She held me until I fell asleep.

Sara was already up when I got out of bed. I showered the smooth skin felt exciting as the water danced across it. I reached back to feel my ass. It was still stretched easily fitting three fingers inside. Sara met me as I got out of the shower.

"You will wear this today" Sara said handing me a flower print dress. She also gave me a bra and panty set to wear.

"Sara the boys?" I asked.

"Already gone for the day" Sara told me. I got dressed.

"Allen called" Sara teased. " He needs you right away" I looked down atthe dress.

"You look perfect, better hurry across the street" Sara told me.

"Sara I can't" I said shaking.

"Yes you can and will" she produced a butt plug seemingly out of thin air. She pushed me over the counter and pushed in lube followed by the plug. "Now get going" she told me. Leading me to the front door. She practically pushed me out. I didn't even look around I ran as fast as I could to Allen's house. I knocked he left me waiting for what seemed like forever before he opened the door. I pushed past him.

"What's the rush, you look so cute" he laughed lifting my dress.

"You have become a true little sissy faggot haven't you?" He said having me spin. He tapped on my ass pushing on the plug. I looked up at him and sank to my knees. As he sat down. I unbuttoned hos pants and pulled them down along with his boxer shorts. I took care of everything making him comfortable before I started to suck his big cock.

"You really love sucking cock don't you, princess" Allen said pulling on my hair. I did, I liked sucking his big cock, I liked that Sara was fucking some guy. I liked that Allen called me princess, I liked that someone would see me in this dress. I liked how my smooth skin felt, I realized I didn't like wearing my boy clothes any more. I didn't even want to make love to Sara, I looked forward to her pegging me with her strapon instead. I thought of all this as I managed to deep throat Allen. Suddenly he grabbed my head and held it as he came down my throat. He leaned back catching his breath

"That was fucking amazing" he told me. "I mean it no one had ever sucked my dick like that" I beemed with pride still on my knees. I realized ihad cum in my panties while sucking his cock. I had not even realized it. I stood up fixed my dress and walked back across the street with my head held high.

"You look like the cat that swallowed a big cock" Sara laughed as I walked in.

"Sara. You are right I am a total faggot, how do you think we move forward from here?" I asked her.

"Baby I am so proud of you,well first we have to tell the boys. Then we shall see if you want to become a woman or just be a little faggot.

"OH, i want to be a faggot, well maybe get some tits" I told her. She hugged me.

"We shall see" she told me. Sending me to go brush my teeth.

[derangedanomaly]

Ok so as a person who isn't good with names (obviously I remember their name tho) I could see them having funky little nicknames to make it simpler ╮(·o·)╭ so just a quick question if they were to have nicknames what do you think they'd be?

THE BOYS NICKNAMES FOR EACH OTHER

Nightmare:

This dude does NOT care lol.

He calls them all by the names of their AU 💀

Ace: Dust

Blade: Killer

Ted: Horror

Chaos: Chao

Strangely calls Chaos "Chao"??

He didn't tell anyone the reason why 🤷‍♀️

Chaos:

LOVES NICKNAMES!!

It's his love language istg

Nightmare: Nightie/Night

Ace: C

Blade: Kills

Ted: Teddy

Ace:

Doesn't use nicknames often.

Not up for it 🤷‍♀️

Nightmare: Nightmare

Chaos: Chaos

Blade: Bitch

Ted: Ted

He's bland 🙄

Blade:

ALSO NICKNAME USER❗️❗️

Loves nicknames lol

Nightmare: Goopy/Boss

Chaos: Mom (accidentally 💀)

Ace: Asshole

Ted: Dude

To be fair, he calls everyone "dude" 💀

Ted:

Doesn't understand nicknames much.

He much rather likes when someone's giving HIM nicknames :)

Nightmare: Boss

Chaos: Chaos

Ace: Ace

Blade: Blade

[luckypies]

Welp.... might as well start posting my twiter threads over here and see if tumblr will keep em up lol

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Uh hey heavy tw for this thread for rape, abuse, suicide mentions, Dreammare, and the like so if that's not your cup of tea please scroll on!!!! Keep urself safe and happy scrolling!!!

With that being said ehem welcome to my insanity rambles!

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Mmmmmm I can't get the thought of Nightmare being Dreams special toy for all the multiverse to see out of my head!!!! Just the once mighty king being nothing but his younger brothers breeding bitch, maybe once a lifetime or two ago he would've loved something like this for himself, but now??? And under these circumstances??? He absolutely despises it and wishes his brother would finally kill him like he threatens to do oh so often whenever he misbehaves. (This was on discord so sorry for the sudden jump lol)

Ok ok ummm well Nightmare not being fully subservient to Dream right??? And well, we can't have that! So to coax Night into being a better behaved sex toy Dream let's him visit someone of his choosing (with heavy supervision from all of the Stars of fucking corse) for a day. Oops did he say a day??? He meant a couple of hours, and hmm you've been good nighty??? Well not good enough remember when you were crying when I was trying to record a video of your fat pussy right??? No visits for you! Aka the goalpost gets moved farther and farther away isolating Night with nothing but his brother and his thoughts! Every time that Night feels waves upon waves of anything negative Dream punishes him severely too. Which makes him be even more negative, and the cycle continues until either Dream gets bored or Nightmare passes out from the pain. It's.... hard to tell which happens more often nowadays...it's hard to even think in general. Void knows only how long it's been since he's been forced into a hell worse than his childhood... it's so bad he almost craves the horrible abuse of the villagers, at least then he had his brother, his other half, and dare he even think of this monster once being a soulmate he truly longed for. Now he's forced into skimpy outfits that cover next to nothing as he's taken advantage of left and right day and night by anyone brave enough, or trusted enough, to go against Dream and touch what is his. The worst part is that he's given up trying to escape, and oh how Dream revels in that fact that Night is just *that* much more under his control than before. Nightmare half wishes he'd have the strength to try to escape again because maybe this time he'd either somehow succeed, or Dream will slip up and he'll finally taste the sweet victory of death

As much as I adore fluff and making Dream the happy go lucky guardian that the deserves to be, there's just something so alleviating about writing shit like this idk. One day I'll go absolutely insane with fluffy Dream ideas, but for now eat up my lovely cum drops!!!

[foryouthegays]

best part of housesitting is that i get to chose when i want to sleep and today? that is going to be 6:30 pm. nighty night bitches im gettin some fuckin SLEEP

[ultimatedetectivequeen]

Kyoko knew physics were just a hoax, so she paid no mind to Sayaka's charade. Not even when she asked to perform a hypnosis routine on Kyoko. Because that obviously wouldn't work. On a completely unrelated note, Kyoko needed to go buy a thong and other slutwear for...uh...why was she wearing these clothes again?

Lewd topics lie below!

"*sigh* I don't have the time nor patience to deal with your 'psychic' nonsense right now. Do as you like, Maizono. I have a case file to catch up on." Kyoko sat in the dining hall with a dossier in hand, uninterested in whatever routine her classmate wished to perform.

"Y'know, to me, that just sounded like a pretty big roundabout way of saying you're not totally uninterested!~"The blunette teased with a giggle.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." The detective clearly began to start to tune out the pop sensation.

The idol's eyes narrowed at the detective as she realized she was being ignored. "Hmph, rude. I guess I'll just have to fix that..."

As Kyoko flipped through the case file, she could have sworn that she heard an odd rhythmic clapping noise in the background, along with some musical humming. Strangely, she had found that she had no real desire to stop or investigate said sounds, and instead let herself sink into her chair as her body began to feel pleasantly numb. It was only when those relaxing noises suddenly stopped that Kyoko looked up in confusion.

"Wait... what are yo—"

"Nighty, Night, Ice Queen~."

SNAP!

Kyoko's pupils dilated as Sayaka snapped her fingers directly in her face. Soon her eyesight grew fuzzier and foggier until she couldn't see anything at all. She had no idea how long she stayed in that haze, but what she did know was that it felt like she was soaking her entire body in blissful warmth.

SNAP!

And then she heard a snap once more, and felt herself slowly come back into consciousness.

"What...happened...?" Kyoko scanned her surroundings, realizing that she was now in a dressing room.

"Wow, you look so gorgeous, Kyoko!~" The detective suppressed a yelp as she felt a pair of arms hug her from behind.

"Sayaka? W-Where are w—Mmpfh?!" Her worries were interrupted by the Idol pulling her into a sudden kiss.

"Mwah~ Don't worry your pretty little head about that, right now! Look at how amazing you look!" The blunette pulled away from the girl, leaving a trail of saliva between their lips as she pointed to the mirror in front of her.

Once she looked into said mirror, Kyoko was speechless.

She looked at her reflection from head to toe with wide eyes. A purple ribbon much larger than her usual black one was keeping her hair up in a high ponytail. She was now wearing lavender lipstick, along with a black shiny choker on her neck that read out "BOSS-BITCH" on the front. She gazed down her body further to see a black crop-top that barely contained her big breasts and gave a stunning underboob view, along with the words "FUN BAGS" printed on it in purple. Looking even lower, she could see that she was wearing a black thong as well as fishnets that wrapped over her ample booty and lead all the way down to the black platform stilettos she wore on her feet.

Sayaka giggled as she looked at her classmate's gobsmacked expression. "Jeez, I know you're stunning and all, but you're acting like you weren't the one who picked out this outfit in the first place~."

"I never— d-did I?..." Kyoko immediately spoke up to deny such a claim but began to second guess herself

"Speaking of which, I'm SO happy that you agreed to be a dancer in our special music video!" The detective eye's widened further at that, only now noticing that Sayaka was wearing a lewd outfit similar to hers.

"Y-Yes, it was... no problem." She wanted to deny that she agreed to such a thing, but found herself instinctively replying otherwise.

"Well, let's not keep everyone waiting! The rest of the girls are super excited to meet you!~" The blunette grabbed Kyoko's hand and led her to where they were shooting the video

Kyoko definitely wasn't sure about this... but, supposedly, she not only agreed to this but also picked out the slutty outfit that she was wearing. And if that was truly the case...

... What kind of detective would she be if she didn't trust her very own judgment?