#there actually is technically some carpet in the place I usually go to

[tearlessrain]

Hello! I saw your thing about diegetic vs non-diegetic BDSM, during which you mentioned Bonding. Assuming you meant the Netflix show of two seasons, may I ask what your issues with it were? I'm relatively new to the world of kink and Bonding felt like a fun show to me, but I'm always happy to be educated in what is good representation in media!

so I want to start by saying that my opinion on the show is not some kind of objective moral stance or particularly coherent, I just didn't like it and it rubbed me the wrong way. and there were some fun moments but for me it wasn't worth wading through all the unfun stuff to get to them.

the first thing that made me very "eeehhhh" about it was that it came off from the start as poorly researched, and written primarily by people who aren't involved in the community at all. both because of the absolutely baffling aesthetic choices (why. why is there a white shag carpet in a dungeon. why is there any carpet in a dungeon but especially why is there a wall to wall white shag carpet. who's cleaning that every day) and because of the general framing/tone. the show seems to be saying that it's trying to humanize kink and give a realistic/positive portrayal of the community, but it portrays all the pro domme main character's clients as weird/pathetic/awkward for their preferences and the audience is pretty clearly meant to laugh at them. even going into the second season, when they were trying to backpedal after the backlash they got from the first one, they have this tendency to fall back on this othering look-at-these-freaks subtext even while the text is trying to say the opposite. and everyone is so intensely catty and judgemental toward each other and while of course you can find people/social groups like that, it's very much the opposite of what I've personally experienced overall. most of the people I know will absolutely fall over themselves to help and give advice to newcomers and make them feel welcome.

and you absolutely could make a comedy/drama centered around kink without resorting to treating it like a freak show. funny shit happens all the time and this is an objectively ridiculous hobby. it's just that the way they approached it in Bonding always felt vaguely disingenuous and mean-spirited to me.

part of it is definitely also that I just don't like shows where all the characters are just kind of dicks. and most of the conflicts could be avoided if literally anyone would stop choosing to be a dick for no good reason and communicate. that's a big pet peeve for me with any show.

[physalian]

On Describing Rooms (Or Transitional Settings)

Oh the dilemma of how much detail to give a space your characters won’t stay in for very long, but will be in long enough that grounding the area in context is necessary. Spending whole paragraphs coming up with intricate detail about the layout and the decorations of a space is better spent on more trafficked areas by the plot—kind of like designing physical sets for TV and film. You don't want to exahust your creativity budget on setting fodder.

There’s a whole lot of divisiveness already on how much or how little detail to give when describing any one thing. I’ve made it clear that I like lean narratives that don’t wax poetic on the fluff that isn’t necessary for the moment, but there’s a place and an audience for stories that do.

However, transitional/transitory settings, like the inside of a train or vehicle or a motel room they might only spend one scene in, somebody’s office, the school bathroom, etc—these have a stronger argument for being lean.

And at least for me, I like to give them the “vibes” of what I’m seeing in my head, without going overboard. But context and familiarity are important, and details like this are a lot like adverbs: Don’t waste time describing what everybody already knows, if you’re going to give details, they have to matter.

Like, if I my characters are on a bus, I’m not going to also tell you that it has seats and windows and a center aisle and those hand-loopy thingies and a dashboard. By nature of it being a bus, these things are presumed to be included. If this bus happens to be missing any of those presumed details, then I would tell you. Like if it’s been abandoned and the seats scavenged for some other purpose, or it burned up and there’s nothing left unscathed of the interior.

But I might tell you about how the fabric of the seats looks like the carpet of a roller rink, or how some kid’s gummy fingerprints are all over the windows next to the MC’s seat, or how there’s cheese-it crumbs in the grooves of the main walkway, or somebody left a tabloid magazine in the back pocket of the seat in front of them.

These details also don’t technically “matter,” but they give you vibes. It’s a dingy bus, a city bus, one the character probably isn’t happy to be on. It starts to feel more real when you can give random but realistic details for your narrator to notice.

Then it’s not just a bus, it’s this specific bus that only exists in this story.

Even if this is a repeat setting that appears in more than one scene, but is still a temporary setting—like a motel room the characters are spending one night in, but a fair chunk of book pages are spent detailing that one night, you don’t have to throw every little bit of information about the room at the readers all at once—and the same goes with character descriptions. Give details as they become relevant.

Like, here’s a paragraph I wrote:

Onna gave Elias Dorian’s usual room, the nice one in the corner with the little metal fireplace and shark jaws hanging like windchimes from the ceiling. The low-lying bed is little more than furs over woven kelp mats on a metal rack, ones he’d hauled straight from Tanarang.

To this narrator, Dorian, it’s a room he’s familiar with, so he’s not going to go overboard with details that he doesn’t think matters, but he will describe things that he doesn’t have at home, like the decorations and the fireplace, and details that are significant to him, like the kelp mats.

Elias, on the other hand, might take a bit longer when it’s his POV to describe things that he’s noticing, that Dorian wouldn’t. Things like the room’s wooden floor, when he’s used to stone, or actually having a window that opens, or how fragile and old everything looks.

No matter what, I’m trying to still tie these expository details back to how they reflect on the narrator giving them, so they feel less like exposition and more like just part of the story.

[neon-draws-sometimes]

big killer chara’s code in soul deletion fic wip

authors note: this is still under constructions and some of the scenes aren’t really connected properly or have place holders [like this]. Keep that in mind lol. Also don’t read if you don’t want this fix spoiled ig??

anyways.

Summary [wip]: Core, who’s befriended Killer, discovers mysterious  edited code in him. Core investigates further and realizes this code is responsible for Killer accepting the deal with Chara, and decides to take the manner into their own hands.

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It was strange, the way Killer first became Killer.

He remembered standing there in the Justice Hall, will as strong as either. Prepared to face his death over and over.

He died.

He remembered.

That wasn’t normal at all, and for a moment, Sans considered giving up. But no. No amount of torture could make him work with them, become a disgusting killer.

“Fine. I’ll work with you.”

It came out of nowhere, just a few loops later. Sans covered his mouth in shock. It didn’t feel like he had said that.

Chara looked annoyed. Sans could tell they knew he wasn’t actually going to do it, even if he had technically said he would.

Then, a couple loops later, Sans seriously considered it. He was bored, agonizingly bored.

He looked at the kid’s face. They looked smug, like they knew what they had done had finally worked.

Sans felt this strange dissonance between his resolve to not work with that freak and his painful boredom. Something felt wrong, really wrong. Sans had never felt this before.

Sans walked up. And shook their hand.

***

Killer lay on the carpet, reflecting about his past. This was something he usually preferred to distract himself from, but recently Core Frisk had him thinking about it. They were talking a lot to him lately, trying to help him. It was a wasted effort of course, Killer couldn’t be helped. But still, they were determined to try and fix him.

Killer was annoyed at first by them, but it was nice to have someone to talk to honestly. Killer didn’t like to bother his Boss or coworkers with pointless stuff like this.

***

“Killer, I have something to tell you.”

He got that same strange feeling he had all those years ago with Chara, like something was off.

“There’s… there’s something in your code that shouldn’t be there. I’m removing it.”

“That isn’t funny.”

“…”

“Kid…?”

“Sorry Sans, this is for your own good,” They said earnestly, moving their hand like they were pressing a floating object only they could see.

Killer tried to tell them to stop, but it was too late. His soul seized, and with a painful feeling, began to warp into a heart shape, becoming lighter in color as it went.

Killer screamed, half in shock and half in pain, and collapsed to his knees. His vision blacked out.

***

Killer woke up in his room in the castle, tightly griping the sheets. Beside the bed, Nightmare and Core Frisk argued.

“I’m helping him!” 

“You cannot just alter a persons soul like that!” Nightmare retorted. “You didn’t even ask his permission, did you?”

“I didn’t alter his soul, I just deleted the foreign code in him!”

“…which caused his soul to change.”

“Indirectly!”

Killer moaned and tried to sit up. Immediately both parties stopped their argument and surrounded him.

“Killer, are you alright?” Nightmare crouched down next to Killer’s face.

“You feeling alright now, buddy?” Core looked hopeful to Killer, probably thinking the pain was just a temporary side effect. 

… it definitely wasn’t. His chest still stung and he felt his black tears emptying from his sockets at a rapid pace, quicker than they ever normally had.

Nightmare stood up and left the room, presumably to get a towel.

Killer looked at Core Frisk. Core Frisk looked at Killer. They continued their impromptu staring match until Nightmare came back, setting a towel on Killer’s lap.

Killer started to sweat.

Core Frisk and Nightmare were shouting again, probably starting their argument over, but Killer could barely hear them over the feeling of wrong in his gut.

Killer began to heave.

***

“H-huh?”

Alphys was still half asleep. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes.

“His soul. I think there’s something wrong with it.”

“I-oh, sorry. I’m sorry. Is it-“

“Get over here. Now.”

Alphys felt a cold chill down her spine hearing those growled words. She tried to remind herself Nightmare was probably just afraid for Killer, but she couldn’t shake her anxieties completely. 

She quickly pulled on her lab uniform and bolted through the portal. 

.—-

Alphys held her modified stethoscope to Killer’s soul, trying to focus despite the frantic whispers of the Frisk variant and Nightmare.

She heard something strange, like a churning sound. Alphys thought of the liquid pouring faster than she ever remembered from his face and his heaving and coughing and had a realization. [lalala wip]

“Uh, ahem. I think I know what’s wrong.”

[they don’t hear.]

“G-guys?”

[too busy arguing, getting nowhere]

“Hey!”

[still no.]

“HES PREGANANT !!11! [ican’t resist I need to make this joke.]

They both stared at her, mouths agape. Killer also looks mildly concerned, like he might’ve believed it.

“J-just getting your attention, haha. Sorry. Um. He’s fine, it just seems like his soul is expelling all this… what was it?”

“Corrupted determination.”

“A-ah. Right. And it’s weird, because his soul seemed fine with it before… but, u-um. Now he’s. Expelling it, via increased flow from his facial offices. His soul is kinda. Throwing up. It’s pushing up all the, um, liquid, a-and. Well,” She stopped herself there, not having thought of how to actually end the sentence. 

“So, he is going to be fine?” Nightmare asked quickly.

“Y-yup. He should be totally fine,” She quickly added, “But, I’ve. N-never seen something like this so. If he does anything weird call me I guess?!”

—-

Nightmare gets worried and calls the outcode scientist alphys. She’s like he’s fine physically his body is just expelling the toxic substance.

—-

——

“So it wasn’t my fault,” he mumbled. “[], it wasn’t my fault?”

____

Ok so killers only hobby other than being annoying was killing people. He legit has a giant gap in his life. Bro needs a hobby

“…you sure have a lot of free time now that yer not killin’ people n all.” -horror

Everyone glares at him

“what? S’ true.”

[asdpawprint]

Service Dog at College: My Experience

It's been over a year now since I graduated, and I finally feel far enough removed to look back on the experience without instantly triggering a panic attack, so here's how my experience of going to college with my service dog went!

Max attended classes with me for 3 semesters in total. He was still "in training" for about half of his 1st semester, then considered "fully trained" the rest of the time. He did not live in the dorms with me because I didn't live in the dorms.

In preparation for taking him to class for the first time, we did a lot of training outings on campus over the summer. We primarily practiced 2 hour settles and leading me to exits. I also contacted my college's disability services to notify them that I would have my service dog with me. Luckily, they seemed to already understand the laws around service dogs, so it wasn't an issue.

Actually going to class usually went well. My professors and even fellow students were respectful. I only got asked to pet him a handful of times. He was only stepped on once by accident, even though it was sometimes hard to find a seat in class where he could lay out of the way. I preferred the computer lab classrooms because I could sit anywhere and always have enough room under the desk.

I had 1 class in a room where he had to lay in the way, and the only place he could fit at all was far from both exits. And the professor frequently went on tangents about triggering topics. So I was often stuck there during flashbacks or dissociative episodes. That sucked.

Sometimes professors would forget to give us the 15 minute break halfway through a 3 hour class. Technically, I could leave anyway, but I'd miss instruction. So Max got used to doing almost 3 hour settles. He'd get restless in the last 20 minutes or so, but never disruptive.

All the classrooms I was in had carpet, so I didn't bother bringing a mat for Max to lay on. If the floors had been hard, I would've brought one for his comfort. I offered him water and a potty break outside before and after every class, and during 15 minute breaks if we had them. I gave him treats throughout his work time, but we were never out long enough to feed a meal away from home.

The worst experience we had was graduation.

Before the ceremony was fine: security didn't seem to know what to do with us, so they just let us in without going through the metal detector. Someone from disability services guided me through the tables and forms I had to fill out. They let me sit off to the side for the beginning of the ceremony instead of walking through the miserable crowd of overstimulation (a line of previous graduates on either side) with my peers, and let me have a chair on the outside edge for the ceremony itself.

Then things started going wrong:

I didn't know ahead of time that the floor would be concrete, so I didn't have a mat for Max. He was very uncomfortable and shifted around a lot.

I couldn't wear a treat pouch or access my pockets under the gown, so Max had to work in an extremely overwhelming situation for hours with almost no rewards.

The people with cameras seemed to actively avoid me. I noticed several times that they'd do an overview of the crowd, then stop immediately before my row, then start again immediately past us. That was weird.

The guy telling each row when to start going towards the stage stepped on Max after staring at him multiple times. Then rushed us towards the stage before I could get any treats out of Max's vest pockets. That was very upsetting.

The stairs up to the stage were metal and creaky and had lots of gaps, but luckily Max is well socialized to weird stairs and walked up just fine.

The worst part of all was the end of the ceremony. They invited the whole entire audience to crowd into the arena we were sitting in to "collect their graduate." Luckily, Max perceived it as "So many new friends! How will I ever say hi to them all!" But I was completely out of it. By some miracle, my Dad was among the first into the arena and was able to lead me out. It took over a week for me to recover. I ended up sending an email to disability services suggesting that they should provide options to exit early because that situation easily could've been dangerous.

To summarize, my overall experience with bringing my service dog to college went well (everything else about college was horrible, but they did well with the service dog specifically), but graduation was a disaster.

[piinemarder]

Time to overshare and then delete later

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Yeah, we get along well enough, pretty different people though

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

My friend Tae

03: Do you regret anything?

Many things, who doesn't. Nothing comes to mind immediately that is something that was in my control.

04: Are you insecure?

Maybe? I'm very uncertain of myself but I wouldn't say it bothers me too much.

05: What is your relationship status?

🚬🪱

06: How do you want to die?

OD in the forest

07: What did you last eat?

Speculaas

08: Played any sports?

Tried tennis, field hockey, football (soccer), basketball, ultimate frisbee. Nothing got my attention. Planning to start horse riding soon.

09: Do you bite your nails?

Yes but purely for maintainance reasons, i only ever bite them if they're annoyingly long and i dont have a way to cut them at the very moment.

10: When was your last physical fight?

Play fighting, probably in the last year. Actual fight, probably a decade ago.

11: Do you like someone?

I like many people (hah). Romantically? idk if i'm entirely capable of that.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

I think my max was a round 42, a decade ago. 30-40h waking periods were quite normal for me then, nowadays I usually dont let it go past 24h and drug myself.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Not sure i'm capable of true hate on a personal level. I do "hate" many people in the vague sense of they're shitty people doing shitty things (bigots, 'phobes, etc.) but in a more personal sense of people i actually know, not really, I dislike many folks but thats a me problem.

14: Do you miss someone?

yeah

15: Have any pets?

Yes, green cheek conure, jungle carpet python, rainbow stag beetle(? he's currently hibernating so idk if he's alive), multiple isopod colonies, aquatic snails, a single caridina shrimp, some kinda spider who just lives in my bathroom, currently caring for a moth pupae that was displaced while cleaning gutters.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

hopeless, anxious, dogshit

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

probably

18: Are you scared of spiders?

somewhat, i can coexist with them just fine, but I'd prefer if they are arms length away from my face if they r moving.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

For a little while, just to have more time with someone dear to me, but i feel i am more mentally stable now so I wouldn't want to linger. If i could retain my stability and go back i would in a heartbeat.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

outside a hotel in Melbourne

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

send an email, survive

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

absolutely not, I am not equipped to deal with them.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Yes, technically four but in my head its two because they're pairs. Snake bites and angel bites. Did have my bridge for almost a year but it kept flaring up due to a shitty pierce job, plan to get it redone next year.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Before my mental state got too bad I was very good at math.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Question 14

26: What are you craving right now?

watermelon jerky

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

probably

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

probably, its not something i care about tbh

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

yeah

30: What’s irritating you right now?

where i live

31: Does somebody love you?

no <3 (yes, probably)

32: What is your favourite color?

brown, green, red, yelloworange

33: Do you have trust issues?

yeah

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i dont remember tbh

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

my piercer technically, but that was not emotional and just a side effect of being stabbed in the face y'know.

emotionally, my mother probably, idk if she saw though because i just kept it to myself

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

nope

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forget

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

i guess?

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

idk probably like 4 or some bs, but actual memorable, consenting kiss was 18

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

not that im aware of

51: Favourite food?

watermelon

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

nah

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

i am in bed, and before this i did medical aftercare

54: Is cheating ever okay?

relationship-wise, no, unless there is a an agreement of allowance.

In anything else, yeah

55: Are you mean?

yeah

56: How many people have you fist fought?

many, cbf counting, back went i was pretty unstable

57: Do you believe in true love?

Not in a traditional sense

58: Favourite weather?

overcast, foggy, cold

59: Do you like the snow?

yes

60: Do you wanna get married?

not in a traditional sense, i dont care about it

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

i dont want a boy or girl to call me baby. I do enjoy my partner calling me baby though.

62: What makes you happy?

nature, my parrot, my warm bed, driving

63: Would you change your name?

i dont really have a set name

i have changed my legal name previously, but it is generic and i dont like it, but it keeps me safe being generic so i dont plan to change it

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

uh nty, not interested in cis folks, thats the closest to "opposite sex" i have ig

saying that, I only have one cis friend and i would probably consider it so idk lmao, I can fix him, uncis him.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

again, only one cis friend, and yea.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

please no more opposite sex questions, i cant just dox my one cis friend

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Probably Aaron, idk

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

not in a traditional sense, i believe you can bond with someone on a deep-soul level but i dont think its predetermined

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

yeah

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

I know you're finishing up the last of these and you've probably technically already answered all of them but time got away from me and I meant to send an ask. So only if you feel like answering:

🌀❄️🌤️🌧️💧☔🌪️

No worries! If I have an ask game pinned, that means I’m still doing it (and it was pinned when you sent this) :D

Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

OOOOOOH! HMM.

This is gonna be a short summary because it’s a very new idea lol, but basically, it’s a modern AU! Tommy has just run away from an abusive situation, and he’s waiting for a train in an underground train station. He’s got a friend in the area that he’s trying to get to, hoping that friend will let him stay at his house for a bit :’0

While waiting… well, long story short, Tommy discovers that a ghost haunts the train station! But he’s actually a quite friendly—and very weird—ghost! He and Tommy become friends :)

The ghost is Ghostbur, by the way. Kinda obvious lol

Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing

Wilbur feels really stupid right now—which, he supposes, makes sense. Anyone would feel stupid standing in a…

Well… maybe not everyone would feel stupid? Some people, at least, wouldn’t. Some people do things like this, come to places like this, all the time. Or at least once a week. It’s once a week, right? Something like that. 

Wilbur huffs out a breath, hands in the pockets of his long brown coat and smudged glasses sat atop his nose. People usually dress nicer when they go to a church, don’t they? They wear suits, and ties, and shiny black shoes. 

Wilbur glances down at his own worn footwear, gently lifting one leg. Dirt falls onto the floor, carried by the soles of his shoe from outside. 

Wilbur sighs, setting it back down. He is not fit to be in a church right now. He is most definitely not fit to be in a church right now. 

Hence, the reason he’s feeling stupid. One of the reasons, at least. 

Wilbur slowly lifts his head, dragging his eyes up the purple carpet and onto the stained glass set behind a wooden podium. He can’t really tell what the glass depicts; too many colors and shapes for that. He thinks that someone is kneeling, though. Bent down, head lowered. 

Should I be doing that?

Wilbur clears his throat. The sound seems to echo throughout the (quite small) building, bouncing around the white walls and black pews and all the other stained glass windows that stretch to the ceiling. It makes Wilbur feel small—smaller than the church.

Which makes sense, he thinks with slightly furrowed brows. He is smaller than the church. Obviously. Obviously, he’s smaller than the church. 

But still.

Wilbur closes his eyes, taking a very deep and very long breath. He feels his chest expand, his body rising ever so slightly taller, before the air is let out and his chest gets small and his body goes back to its usual height. He opens his eyes.

Wilbur feels really stupid right now. 

And he’s about to feel a little more stupid. 

“Hello.” The sound of his voice swims around the building, just like his cleared throat from earlier—except this time, the sound is louder. Almost startling, if Wilbur hadn’t known that it was his very own voice and not a stranger’s. 

But Wilbur does know. He does know that it’s his own voice. So it’s not startling. 

Wilbur swallows. “I um… wanted…”

Wanted? That’s not very true, is it? No. No, he never wanted to come here. He was told to come here.

Wilbur swallows again. “I came here, because… I think… it’ll help?”

Help. Help with what? 

“Y’know, just… it’ll help me get better, or something.” Wilbur says this with an almost-smile, gently bending forward before straightening. “I was told it would, at least. Help me. By um… someone.”

He clears his throat again, and wonders how many times someone can clear their throat before it starts hurting, or causes damage. 

He flicks his eyes to the podium. “Do you ever come inside this place, and listen? Or do you just…” He makes a gesture with one hand, pulling it out of his coat pocket. “Stay up there, all the time? Or wherever you reside.”

Silence is his answer.

Wilbur looks away, nodding his head and clucking his tongue. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d say. That’s what I thought.”

He blinks. You’re probably being too blunt. Too on the nose. 

“I’m- gosh, what am I even doing?” Wilbur takes a tiny step backwards, looking around. “I don’t- y’know, I haven’t been in a building like this in ages. Not since I was a kid, I don’t think.

“Oh.” Wilbur’s eyes brighten, slightly, and he turns back to the stained glass at the front. “I should talk about that, probably. I probably should. My history, with places like these, I mean.”

~~~

Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP

“Yes!” The man answered eagerly, nodding. “Yesterday! Yesterday was a very eventful day for me—for everyone, judging by the massive hole in L’manburg and how sad everyone looks.”

He said that with a happy lilt in his voice, like he was discussing a new pet. 

Phil began to notice how the man’s voice sounded; high-pitched and scratchy. Not smooth and deep-toned. 

The icy burn in Phil’s chest flickered again. “It, uh… eventful. Yes. It was… it was very eventful. That’s one word for it.”

The man brightened, opening his mouth and beginning to chatter about something Phil had no interest in listening to.

All Phil heard was high-pitched, scratchy. 

All he heard was the sound of something wrong. 

All he heard was someone who didn’t sound like his son.

And yet: 

“Wil?” Phil said it in a whisper, in a breath, the words leaving his chest and taking with it his supply of oxygen. His throat tightened. 

The man went quiet, the smile finally leaving his face in a soft drop, like a curtain closing. He tilted his head slightly. “Hello. Philza, I am very dead.”

The bluntness was enough to shock some air back into Phil’s lungs, and he gulped shakily. “W-what?”

“I’m dead!” The man repeated, tinged with something bright and sharp and almost searing. “You killed me yesterday, remember? That was why- that was why I said yesterday was eventful! That was why!” In a bubbly chuckle, he’d added, “It’s not everyday that someone dies—in this server, I mean. I’m not sure about other servers. Phil, you’ve been to other servers, haven’t you? Do lots of people die in those servers?”

“You- you’re-“ 

The man—dead man, not alive, not alive. Not alive?—watched with wide eyes as Phil stuttered, licked his lips, tried to speak. “You’re… you said you… died?”

“Oh yes! I died, and now I’m dead but still here, but I think I sound different and everyone looks at me like I did something horrible and some of them look like they hate me.” The man blinked, putting on a smile at once. “I’m a ghost!”

And that was when Phil realized; the voice, the skin, the sweater, the smile. The way the man—ghost—stood just a little taller than Phil, and Phil didn’t have to turn his head up to make eye contact. Phil could just turn his eyes up, and not his head. 

That wasn’t right. His son was much taller than this. 

Phil swallowed, and the icy burn in his chest went out in a horrible painless snuff. “What’s your name?”

The dead man stared at him, and he smiled again. “My name is Ghostbur!”

Phil should not have let himself hope.

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Share something angsty from your WIP

"You just shot a tree instead of the target, Tommy!" Wilbur's voice turns sharp like saltwater, and Tommy shuts his mouth. 

Wilbur takes a deep breath through his nose—it's loud, and that's how Tommy can tell it's from his nose and not from his mouth—and comes to a stop. He's right in front of Tommy, several feet away, and the wind is blowing at his coat and making his hair dance a little bit, across his forehead. "You're not good with a bow. That's the simple truth, Tommy. You're not."

Wilbur's voice isn't saltwater anymore; it's back to being river water, all smooth and cold and filled with weird things like wet leaves and mud. Tommy prefers this to the saltwater, but he thinks that Wilbur's voice used to be different, still. Maybe not like water at all. Maybe just like Wilbur, and nothing else. 

Tommy realizes he’s been standing still for several seconds, so he shifts his feet, sniffing. “Well. What do you want me to do about it?”

Wilbur blinks, eyes narrowed just a little bit. “Get better. That’s what I’m helping you with. Now,” Wilbur takes a few backwards steps, back to where he’d been standing before Tommy shot an arrow into a tree. “Try again.”

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Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen

I'll do you one better and share both >:)

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When he steps forward and presses his lips to hers, the sun shines directly into his eyes, and he closes them. He wants to stay like this forever. Even if he can't see. 

Like Eurydice and Orpheus, he thinks. 

When Sally pulls away, Wilbur feels a weight in his arms. When he looks down, he sees Fundy settled in them. The baby is nearly asleep, limp with eyes mostly-closed. He's wearing a light blue onesie. He's adorable. 

When Wilbur looks back up, Sally has taken several steps back. He opens his mouth to call her back, but closes it. 

Sally shakes her head, smiling through tears. "If I stay any longer, I'll never leave."

If you stay any longer, I won't let you.

Wilbur doesn't say that. He merely presses his lips together and tries to smile. Fundy is feather-light in his arms. 

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Ghostbur begins to hum, quietly, as he works on bandaging Tommy’s arm. Tommy can’t tell what song Ghostbur is humming, but it sounds nice; soft and gentle and all that. Maybe Ghostbur made it up. 

“Tommy?”

Tommy takes a breath, straightening his back a little bit (it’s starting to get sore). “Yeah?”

“How did you hurt yourself?”

“I already told you, Ghostbur.”

Ghostbur is quiet for a few moments. 

Tommy turns his head, just a little bit, so he can see his friend. “You forgot?”

“Don’t- don’t look.” Ghostbur quickly pulls one hand away from the bandage, pushing it into Tommy’s face and forcing his head away. “I don’t want you to look.”

“Fine, fine.” Tommy breathes in, deep. “I fell.”

“Fell from what?” Ghostbur’s voice is friendly, conversational. Not a bit of malice or that wrinkled-lip-ness that sometimes makes it’s way through voices. 

Come to think of it, Tommy doesn’t think that Ghostbur has ever sounded like that. Mean, that is. 

“A little, y’know. A tower.”

“Oh.” Ghostbur’s fingers prod along Tommy’s arm, but it’s gentle, so Tommy doesn’t yelp or anything. “Why did you jump off a tower?”

At this, Tommy feels his face burn. “I was… I was trying to do something.”

“Trying to do what?”

“Quit asking so many questions, man! Jeez! You’re proper annoying me right now.”

“Were you trying to do a water bucket clutch?”

Tommy opens and closes his mouth. He doesn’t say anything—can’t say anything, really. How did he-

“Tommy, that was not a very smart thing to do.”

“Oh, shut up! You’re just saying that because-“

“Hold still.”

Tommy grumbles, holding himself steady even though he desperately wants to stand up and smack Ghostbur on the face.

~~~

Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Mmm… I’d really want to write a super long one-shot about Wilbur and Phil, and how they slowly and painstakingly heal after Wilbur is revived… but that’s a very Big Project, and I’m not sure if I’ll get around to it :’(

But I do have ideas for a few scenes!!

Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags

I’ll go with my chicken au (I will not elaborate)

(I messed up on one of the tags lol)

[spanishskulduggery]

I read a story about a Spanish learner who said something like "estoy caliente" to someone, meaning they were hot, but that really means "I'm horny" or something like that. Are there any other "false friends" like that that someone should really know?

Technically yes, you would not be saying estoy caliente although there are cases where you might be feeling someone's forehead and you might say está caliente which is like "they are hot to the touch". That's more about temperature of the skin; for saying "I am hot" as in "I feel warm" you say tengo calor

There are a few expressions that are like this, some are regionally applicable.

Sometimes there are also words that have more than one meaning so it can get confusing sometimes

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1. The big one people will never stop telling you is that embarazada means "pregnant" not "embarrassed"; if you're feeling embarrassed you usually use avergonzado/a "ashamed" or the verb avergonzarse "to be embarrassed"

2. I was told never to use estar excitado/a because it comes out as "to be aroused". I have however heard people use excitado/a as "excited", but it could be both. I was taught to say entusiasmado/a or emocionado/a "excited" or in some cases ansioso/a "anxious"

3. pretender is not really "to pretend"... it means "to claim" or "to go after", but it could be like "to try to obtain" in the sense of a "pretender to the throne" [someone who makes a claim to the throne], or pretendiente is a "suitor" as in someone who is trying to "woo" someone.... The true word for "to pretend" is fingir which is like "to feign"

4. la decepción means "disappointment" and decepcionar is "to deceive"; el engaño is "deceit" or "deception" and engañar is "to deceive"

5. la demanda is often used as a "lawsuit", where demandar is "to file a claim" or "to file a lawsuit". There are times when la demanda can be a "demand" [like oferta y demanda is "supply and demand"] so I guess this is sometimes a false friend, but I'm used to seeing a "demand" as la petición for "request" or something more extreme as la exigencia or exigir which are often "to demand" or "to require"

6. la sentencia means "sentence" usually in the sense of a courtroom like someone handing down a "sentence" for a conviction. A typical "sentence" is often la frase or la oración

7. el acta is not an "act", it's a "certificate" or an "official recording" of something; an "act" is usually la acción or el acto

8. actual means "current" or "present-day"; usually "actual" is real or verdadero/a "true"

9. el campo is a "field" or "campus", while a "camp" is often el campamento

10. This one comes up every so often but bombero/a means "firefighter" where it comes from la bomba which does mean "bomb" but also means "pump", so a bombero/a is someone working a water pump or hydrant; people mistake it for "bomber" which is bombardero/a "a bombardier" literally

11. constipado/a is a common one. In Spanish it means "to have a cold", think "stuffed up". To be "constipated" is estreñido/a which I think of as "strained"

12. sano/a is "healthy", cuerdo/a is "sane"

13. el éxito is "success", la salida is an "exit"

14. la fábrica is a "factory", related to "fabrication"; people mistake it for "fabric" which is la tela

15. realizar means "to accomplish" or "to make a reality"; darse cuenta is "to realize" or "to have a realization"

16. Usually a librería is a "bookstore", and la biblioteca is "library"; the -ería suffix usually means "a place where something is purchased". There are places where la librería is a library but just be aware that it usually is not

17. sensible is "sensitive", and sensato/a is "sensible" or "someone with good sense"

18. la carpeta is a "folder" or something that holds documents, la alfombra is a "carpet"

19. emocionante means "exciting" or "thrilling", and emocionado/a is often "exciting", while emocional is "emotional"; qué emoción is "how exciting" or "how thrilling" sort of like a "wow" interjection or exclamation

20. la cuestión is usually "question" in the sense of "a matter for discussion or thought" or "the issue"... a usual "question" like asking someone something is often la pregunta. I can't say it's a 100% false friend, but just be aware

21. recordar is "to recall" or "to remind" or "to remember"; "to record" something is grabar

22. en absoluto trips me up every time; it means "absolutely not" or "no way", it is inherently a negative response. The idea of "absolutely" as an affirmative is por supuesto or claro or something along those lines, while "absolutely" as an adverb is absolutamente, totalmente or something like that

23. el disgusto is "displeasure" or "something unpleasant" with disgustar meaning "to cause unhappiness" or "to cause displeasure"; el asco is "disgust" and dar asco is "to disgust"

24. soportar is normally "to put up with" or "to tolerate"; to "support someone" is apoyar and as a noun el apoyo "support"

25. el preservativo is "contraception" mostly understood as "condom"; the "preservatives" in food are los conservadores

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There are definitely others but 25 is a nice even number and these are the ones that come to mind.

Also a fun annoying thing that happens in Spanish is that SOMETIMES un billón means "billion" and sometimes it means "trillion". There's a weird issue in Spanish counting where a "billion" can also be mil millón ...it's a whole thing, I have complained about it before but it's just one of those things that Spanish doesn't agree on

There are also many MANY words that are partially false friends, or words that might mean different things in different contexts like la demanda or something like la planta which does mean "plant" but can also mean "floor/story" of a building or "bottom of the foot"

Please feel free to comment more you can think of!

[stellocchia]

Alright. So. Tommy snowchester au.

Endermen are pretty much just cats. Tommy is just straight up a cat hybrid. Aka Tubbo now just has two cats.

Which give way to such joys as

Tommy sleeping in front of the door so Tubbo can't fucking open it and LEAVE

Tubbo getting home from making Nukes and shit to see Ranboo curled up on the floor next to the couch because that's where the sun shines on. And Tommy just plopped on top of him.

Tubbo being woken up at 3am by Tommy and Enderwalkboo actually doing things. Like. Tommy will be doing chores. Only at 3am.

Tubbo managing to have both of them follow a dot of light for 20 minutes because he coincidentally moved the hand he was holding his spoon with during a conversation and that Spoon was apparently reflecting the sun. So now it's just Tommy and Ranboo just. Staring at that fucking dot of light.

Biting. As affection

Biting as violence (affectionate)

Tommy just scratching any furniture.

Pouncing. A lot of pouncing.

A lot of not paying attention to you (but also coincidentally moving rooms when you do I'm not following you no) 90% of the time by tommy

Both of those heavy fuckers sleeping on his legs. Tubbo ain't asleep bUT HIS LEGS SURE ARE

Mrweop?

Slow blinking.

No blinking. Just staring.

Tommy will just push things off of surfaces while staring straight into your eyes. That one's not even a cat thing that's just him acting out and testing boundaries because he's traumatized.

Tommy WILL just go limp if you pick him up by the collar of his shirt. Ranboo technically will too but like... You're gonna have to drag him over the floor.

They both bring Tubbo their hunt. But. They also both don't really hunt. Ranboo as an enderman presents blocks and Tommy as Tommy brings literally anything. Just. Something he finds that catches his attention. Like a cool rock.

They will both vacantly stare out of the window

They will both attentively stare out of the window

At nothing.

Tommy will just. Try to sneak some of Tubbos or Ranboos food.... He doesn't even eat different food he just likes eating their food.

World cold and hard. The carpet in front of the fireplace soft and warm. God place for allium duo to pretzel up.

Tubbo may join them at his own discretion.

Nice.

A few more things (directly from my cat because yes):

Tommy and Ranboo both love when someone they know and trust plays with their hair. That said, it's about 50/50 whether they'll go still and purr for hours if Tubbo does it or get up and leave after a few seconds with an unhappy grumble.

If Tubbo stops petting Tommy's hair too early that will also make him get up and leave with an unhappy grumble, because how dare he?

Also, Ranboo and Tommy can both purr. That's important because I said so.

If Tubbo does decide to join the cuddle pile he has to be perfectly still because if he moves before Tommy decides he's had enough Tommy WILL get up, go to the door and sit down there where they can still see him with his back turned to them for the next 20 minutes or so.

Tommy will also climb any tree he sees outside because it's fun. Slight problem, he can't climb down. So every single time he does it Tubbo and Ranboo have to spend an hour or so coaxing him to jump safely in Ranboo's arms so they can get him down from the damn tree.

Also, I mentioned at the beginning that Tommy likes being pet, but only by people he trusts. At the moment the list includes Tubbo, Ranboo, Michael, Sam Nook, Quackity, and Sapnap only. Anyone else who tries to pet him will get bitten instantly and Tommy's teeth are sharp so it hurts.

Funny little note, during his exile for a while the only person on that list had been Dream and the fucker definitely still gloats about it.

When it's sleep time Tommy becomes louder than usual and generally pesters Ranboo until he lays down on the carpet near the fire. It normally doesn't take long because Ranboo also wants to lay down on that carpet.

Ranboo and Tommy can both be found on top of the fridge at least once a week because high surface = perfect nap spot.

Tommy really likes the fluffy Snowchester coats so he can be found napping directly on top of them rather often. If Tubbo needs his coat to go out, no he doesn't, fuck off.

Last thing: Tommy will run as fast as he can toward a room and then just let himself slide on the floor. That's less a cat thing and more just him reclaiming some of the silly childish fun he lost to wars and abuse.

[august-anon]

hello dear heart, behold my prompt:

character a is being a brat (teasing/poking fun at character b) until character b tickles them as punishment

you know i still love tss lol but i'd also greatly enjoy any geraskier (lee!jaskier) you have to offer!

~spikey 🌵💞

Just for you, dear heart, I will write these facets once more.

Anyways, after I posted Distractions and Decisions or whatever the title to that Shadowhunters fic was, I told Spikey that I would write them a very flirty fic as well, and thus the prompt was sent lol. This,,,, did not quite get the same energy that the malec fic had kjsfhkjsdfh but I hope you like it anyway

Also. I have not reread this whatsoever. I have not edited this whatsoever. These characters were hard to write after months of not having written them, so this may be OOC. But, such is the life of writing tickle fanfiction and this is getting posted now lol

(psst @inconveniently-placed-cactus)

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Attention

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): Prinxiety

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Roman/Ler!Virgil

Word Count: 1419 words

Summary: Roman tries very hard to get Virgil's attention. Virgil gives in.

[ao3 link]

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Virgil sighed as Roman’s toes dug into his thigh once more. He’d let Roman goad him into doing his art commissions in their living room as opposed to his office, so they could spend time together even as Virgil worked. Clearly, that had been a mistake, considering he hadn’t gotten a moment’s peace since.

“Do you need something?” Virgil asked.

“No,” Roman said, his voice far too smug for him to be playing innocent. “Just getting comfortable.”

Virgil hummed, turning his tablet to get a different angle. “You’ve been trying to ‘get comfortable’ for the past thirty minutes.”

“It’s just so hard to get comfortable without my beautiful boyfriend’s arms wrapped around me,” Roman said, squirming some more as if that would make his point.

“I told you, I just needed a while more to work on this. It’s almost done. Then we can do whatever you want.”

Roman’s toes left his thigh, and for a moment, Virgil actually thought Roman had listened. Of course, they were both incredibly stubborn people, so Virgil should’ve known better. He huffed out a breath as Roman’s weight suddenly came down on his back, where he had hunched over his drawing tablet.

“Can I help you?” He grunted.

“No,” Roman sang. “Just getting comfortable, since my dear boyfriend is too busy working.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed. Technically, this commission wasn’t due for another week and half, and he was nearly finished with it already. He could put it off until tomorrow and spend time with Roman. But, the thing was, while Roman could be needy and clingy at times, it was usually endearing and sweet, and he wasn’t nearly so pushy about it.

Something was up.

Virgil sighed again as Roman’s weight against his back increased. He eyed the area around him, planning out his attack, and then he struck. He thrust his arm out to safely deposit his tablet and stylus on the end table next to him before suddenly twisting his body. Roman yelped at the movement, losing his grip on Virgil’s shoulders and going tumbling to the soft, plush rug they had placed in front of the couch. Virgil leapt after him, trying to pin him to the carpet before he could get his bearings.

“What is up with you, today?” He grunted, trying to get a grip on Roman’s arms even as he fought back.

“What’s up with me?! You’re the one who just threw me to the ground!”

Virgil finally managed to get the upper hand, pinning both of Roman’s wrists next to his head. “Normally you at least let me get some work done before you try to crawl into my skin.” Virgil softened, loosening his grip a little. “Did you have a bad day?”

Roman rolled his eyes, but refused to look Virgil in the face. “No! And is pinning me to the ground really the best way to have this conversation if I had?”

Virgil shrugged, a little sheepishly. “That was more about getting you to stop crushing me.”

Roman twisted his wrists. “Well now you’re the one crushing me.”

Virgil frowned. While he may have been straddling Roman’s hips, his grip on Roman’s wrists was weak and loose. Roman could easily shake him off. If he had been trying. And yet, no matter how Roman twisted and tugged on his wrists, he didn’t knock Virgil’s grip off.

Ah. So that’s what this was about.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, tightening his grip on Roman’s wrists once more. “Really? You could’ve just asked.”

Roman continued pretending to struggle as he ground out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Virgil huffed out a breathy laugh. “I knew you wanted attention, but not that kind of attention.”

He watched as a warm pink started glowing on Roman’s cheeks, spreading tantalizingly down his neck and what he could see of Roman’s chest. Roman’s body squirmed, following the trail of Virgil’s eyes.

Roman growled as Virgil simply continued to eye him. “Well?”

Virgil raised his other eyebrow to meet the first. “Well what? I’m not so sure I should reward you for such behavior, after all.” He leaned in closer, speaking directly against Roman’s mouth. “Plus, you haven’t even told me exactly what it is that you want.”

Roman took the bait, raising his head up just enough to kiss Virgil. Virgil quickly took control of it, turning it slow and languid, just like how he knew drove Roman mad. He needed Roman properly distracted for this to work. While Roman lost himself further and further in Virgil’s lips, Virgil slowly and carefully brought both of Roman’s hands to his chest, firmly pinning them there with one of his. Then, he inched his hand under the hem of Roman’s t-shirt, resting his hand on Roman’s stomach.

Virgil was smart enough to pull back before he attacked. He’d been accidentally bitten in Roman’s shock far too many times during this song and dance, and he had no intention of being bitten again. At least, not during this activity.

The second his mouth was clear of Roman’s biting range, he dug in, shaking his fingers into Roman’s stomach. Roman’s eyes burst open as he shrieked, his head jerking upward in an effort to curl in on himself. Virgil narrowly dodged knocking their foreheads together. Apparently he needed to get out of concussion range, as well.

“Well? Are you satisfied?” Virgil asked.

Roman tugged on his arms as his face went even more red, clearly wanting to cover it. Virgil laughed, keeping his grip firm against Roman’s feeble attempts at escape. He moved his hand over, now scratching at the edge of Roman’s stomach just before it became his side. Roman jolted in the opposite direction, trying to get away, but Virgi’s position straddling Roman’s hips kept him steadily in place.

“Of course you’re not,” Virgil said, answering his own question. “It’ll take a lot more than this to tickle the energy out of you.” His eyes darted from Roman’s jumping smile to his flushed neck, tilting his head. “I wonder…” He mumbled.

And then he leaned down and pressed his lips to the expanse of skin. Roman was far too ticklish to handle any sort of neck kissing, no matter what activity they were participating in. As it was now, Roman nearly screamed, trying to duck his head down and shrug his shoulders up to squeeze Virgil out of the sensitive space. Virgil was nothing if not stubborn, though, and he was determined to have this skin to himself.

“Keep fighting me,” Virgil murmured against the warm skin. “See where it gets you. Who knows, you might even like it, considering how much you like the rest of this.”

“Virgil, please!”

Virgil chuckled into Roman’s neck, reveling in the shiver it sent throughout Roman’s entire body. “Please what, Princey? Use your words.”

Roman just howled out another laugh and kicked out his legs frantically behind Virgil. Virgil hummed and gently brought his teeth into the mix, all while his free hand slowly clawed its way up Roman’s side and ribs. Roman clamped that arm against his side, trying desperately to protect his underarm, and so Virgil let him. For now. He could be satisfied with Roman’s ears and neck for the time being.

“What if I left a few marks here?” Virgil asked. “Do you think that would still tickle?”

Roman gasped through his laughter and struggled a little harder. “No marks!” He managed to call out. “Pat will never leave us alone again.”

Virgil snorted and ducked his head, laughing into the crook of Roman’s neck. Roman’s laughter lessened in intensity, but he was still trapped in hysterical giggles from Virgil’s breath on his neck. Virgil pulled back to give him a moment to really breathe, though he kept Roman’s hands pinned tightly to his chest.

“So,” Virgil said, once Roman was a little more coherent again. “What do you want?”

Roman let out a bashful chuckle. “More of that, please.”

Virgil grinned. “Anything specific?”

Roman bit his lip. “Kiss me again first?”

Virgil pursed his lips. “Promise me something first.”

Roman groaned.

“And, if you don’t, I’m locking myself in my office, alone, for the rest of the night.”

Roman squirmed under him. “Fine. What?”

He leaned in a little closer. “Next time? Just tell me, instead of trying to annoy me away from my work.”

“Fine,” Roman groaned.

“Promise?”

Roman pouted. “Fine. Promise.”

“Good.” Virgil leaned in to kiss him. “Now tell me what you want.”

[astaroth1357]

Demon Brothers as Roommates

Intro:

So, the MC has left the Devildom and, of course, everybody is quite sad… But this time around, they have a little trick up their sleeve. With just a bit of magic (and training thanks to Solomon) the MC can now summon one of their favorite demon boys up to the human world with them! There's just, uh, one problem though… After being summoned to their side, their beloved demon now refuses to leave it.

Alright MC, enjoy your new demonic roommate!!

Lucifer

Apparently Lucifer is on sabbatical… And yes, he does appreciate that irony in that.

Lucifer actually has a surprising amount of human world money stashed away in alias accounts (because this man renting a cheap motel on business trips? Let's be real) so he uses that wealth to get them a place befitting his standards… which are high.

Spacious apartments in nice areas that would make even the upper middle-class shit their pants? Congrats, MC, that's where you're staying now!

Even with all that money, though, Lucifer CANNOT sit idle for a second. The guy is used to working all his life and just sitting around would drive him insane!

Expect him to still be running some Devildom affairs long-distance style while doing something else on the side, probably stock market stuff tbh.

Is going to want to pay for and provide everything himself but will respect the MC if they still want to work and split the bills (not to a ridiculous degree, though, like half-and-half because that would mean getting three jobs at least).

A lot of trips and vacations too, especially if the MC likes to travel. It’s a good excuse to relax while also technically doing something so he doesn’t lose his mind doing nothing in particular.

He is going to be that strict roommate who expects you not to be a slob and isn't afraid to say so. Regularly scheduled cleaning/organization days are mandatory because hygiene is important. Take some pride in yourself and wash up, MC. That kind of thing.

Also going to have short-fuse for… antics. If you want to prank him, do so at your own risk because he may prank back (and that’s not nearly as fun as it sounds, trust me.)

Mammon

Yeah so, living with Mammon is like the inverse of Lucifer. Prepare to be poooor.

Man has no human money, are you kidding me? Even if he did, he wouldn’t keep it for very long. Couples budgeting is a MUST if you’re looking to survive.

The apartment is going to be whatever the MC can more or less afford on their own with Mammon shoved in somewhere like a cheap lamp… Don’t expect a lot of room.

However, Mammon is great at the hustle. Man can work multiple jobs and actually be pretty dang good at them. For the most part, anyway. He may occasionally trip up and get himself fired, but he bounces back quick.

If the MC isn’t so moral he can also uh… “find” some extra money lying around too. Just be careful when playing with fire, right?

Even if they’re poor as shit, Mammon is still a blast to be around. The guy knows how to have fun on and off of a budget. Lots of “window shopping” (getting kicked out of stores for goofing off), nightclubs, amusement parks, and cheap fun. They’ll never be without a story to tell or a smile on their face!

He IS pretty slobbish though. He’s not going to remember to clean up after himself unless told, but he’s also not going to be bothered if they don’t do the same thing. A weekly cleaning day is going to be ideal unless they don’t mind living in a pigsty...

Prank waaaaars!! The kind of guy to get them both water guns and have a war in the middle of the apartment complex. Good luck getting any rest with Mammon around.

Leviathan 

Whelp, your room is now his room, quite literally MC. You had to pick the shut-in…

The guy isn’t exactly poor but what human money he does have is all wrapped up in his many interests… Merch interests specifically. 

Thankfully, he won’t take up too much space. Put him in a room with a desk, bed (or bathtub), TV, and computer and he’s good to go! 

He’s not going to be a complete bum, thankfully. There’s no way that they can get him to leave the apartment, but he can run small online stores (usually anime themed) or become a streamer. Probably enough to help pay the bills, but not much more.

If they don’t mind having a literally permanent housemate, then being with Levi has its own kind fun. Lots of anime marathons, movie nights, and game nights. Really, it’s just like how he was in the House, but now transported to the human world.

Is probably going to want a pet goldfish, snake ,or lizard so prepare to house Henry 3.0.

When he does leave the apartment, it’s to take the MC to conventions, concerts, or anime stores. He always manages to get just enough money for these trips, but never says where the money comes from… Best not to ask. Could be black market for they know...

… He’s a shut-in. He’s a shut-in roommate. Hygiene isn’t exactly his main concern. If they ask him to, he’ll make sure to clean up after himself, but he may need a reminder.

Can have a fun side, but just don’t mess with his stuff too much. He doesn’t need a Mammon 2.0 around too...

Satan

He's either hatching a plan for world domination or adopting 10 cats… One or the other.

About as poor as Mammon at first, but threat not. He won’t be for very long. Satan is intelligent beyond his years (or equivalent his years maybe?) so he’ll probably net himself several degrees within a couple semesters like a certified prodigy.

At that point, there really isn’t much to worry about (aside from student loans, join our pain Satan) but he can sell himself just fine and probably get some high paying job like a lawyer or doctor or whatever… I’m not jealous…

They’ll start out in a pretty modest place, but there will be upgrades fairly quickly when he starts racking it in so Satan’s a fairly decent choice as a roommate.

He does still have that nasty habit of breaking things when he’s pissed off, but that can be subverted by getting a pet! Just hold up whatever cat you own when he’s about to rampage then declare that he’s scaring/upsetting them and he’ll stop in his tracks. Works every time!

Probably going to be the most domestic out of the brothers. He enjoys cooking (and ain’t half bad at it either), shopping is a practical necessity, he’ll take care your pets like they were his own flesh and blood, etc.

There will even to be points where he’s in bed reading in the middle of the night with tea and reading glasses like some kind of grandma so take that image for what you will.

Satan is the prankster of the household, but he does his pranks more as a way to give grief to his enemies rather than for funsies. Be warned, if you poke this bear he will retaliate for sweet, sweet revenge and he has centuries worth of pranks behind him. Good luck.

Asmodeus 

It's a new party every night, sweetie, get used to it!

Asmo is the only other brother who has some amount of money to offer from his own trips to the human world, but it's just a modest amount.

Is totally willing to work to help pay for a nice place. He wants a building nice enough to host parties!

Would go back to modeling and maybe dip his toe into acting from time to time… He gets a lot of gigs (this IS the Avatar of Lust after all) so they won't be strapped for cash. Which is good, because Asmo is a very "business by day, but party every night" kind of person. 

Do know that his shopping is NOT going to slow down either. Keep an eye on the budget.

He’s also going to make friends wherever he goes so he’s going to want for them all to hang out at least somewhat regularly.

That being said, he can tone it down some if the MC so desires, just know that they can’t keep him cooped up in the apartment for too long or he’ll start getting antsy. You can’t keep this stallion locked up, MC, he needs to run free!!

Being with Asmo is going to be like having a free pass to whatever gathering the MC wants to go to, at least. He could even get them into red carpet events with just his sheer charisma, charm, and er-… “charms.” Who doesn’t want to meet their favorite actress or singer, eh?

But oh, sweetie, please don’t prank him! Life is too short to waste on silly games (he also just genuinely just doesn’t enjoy being messed with so best not do it).

Beelzebub 

Brave choice, MC, but quick question. How in the world are you going to pay your food bills???

Beel is a real sweetheart through and through but his stomach is NOT. That thing will eat them out of house and home! (Maybe even literally!!) Both of them are going to have to work and probably some pretty looong hours (cause he’s got no money either).

Honestly, Beel would be best as a personal trainer in the human world. He’s a pretty decent combination of tough but genuinely kind and motivating. (The fact that he’s pretty easy on the eyes would help out a lot too).

But the MC won’t have to worry about Beel sneaking off with someone just looking for some “quality time.” He’d take his job seriously, though he’s not particularly versed in what the human body can’t handle so only the really dedicated (or masochistic) would stick with him anyway.

“Good work last week, April! You did so well that we’re going to go from 500 pushups to a thousand! … I can see you’re worried, but I believe in you.”

But hey, he can deadlift well over 2,000 pounds without breaking a sweat so who has the balls to argue with him, anyway?

Trying out every restaurant in town would be a must. He’d even plan out vacations for them with the sole purpose of travelling the globe and tasting the different flavors. Food trips!!

He's neat enough since he used to tidy up a lot for Belphie so no need to worry about him picking up after himself (except for the occasional pile of wrappers. Toss those out unless you want ants)

I mean, you can prank Beel if you want. He'll be pretty good-natured about it as long as it stays harmless. Just don't ruin any of his food, got it?

Belphegor 

So… Belphie makes for some excellent décor! Really he is great at laying around and looking fantastic just… he’s not that great at much else...

Realistically, choosing Belphie as a roommate is kind like having a high maintenance pet. He’s good for love and cuddles, but he’s not going to be helping with the bills or anything unless they whine incessantly about it.

If the MC can make enough for the both of them, then it should be fine. They won’t get upset and he won’t be crabby but if not… Oh boy.

Regular job Belphie is a needy Belphie. He’ll come back from whatever job he’s working, likely a night shift, and demand attention or cuddles right then and there. He needs to recharge those batteries, after all...

If he isn’t working then he's at his happiest. He can even pull off being a “househusband” of sorts. He’s not going to go above and beyond the call of duty, but he can keep the place clean, get a basic meal on the table (provided someone teaches him some human recipes), and get groceries if he needs to… You know, basic domestic shit.

They’re going to have to come to terms with the fact that, at some level, Belphie just doesn’t believe in ��common curtesy” or “human decency.” If some neighbors are being too noisy for his liking, he will troll them to oblivion and beyond. He may even get sued for it if he takes it too far, so the MC will have to keep an eye on him…

He’s the House’s #2 prankster, but unlike Satan he doesn’t need any malice to be a little shit. The MC will be pranked and it will be at the most unexpected times. Be warned...

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My request is maybe Dante NSFW alphabet? 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 plz and thnx

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

Dante’s aftercare is a little rusty. Most of his sexual experience has been one-night stands which ended with either him or his flavor of the night leaving pretty shortly after their heated rendezvous came to a close.

His favorite thing though is long, intimate cuddle sessions and silly pillow talk. If you want something to eat or drink he’ll get it for you (although beware his go-to is gonna be ordering pizza.) He would also be totally down for showering together if you wanted to. If you have more aftercare requirements, you’ll likely have to guide him through it. Dante really wants to do good for you. Give him some guidance, and he’ll happily oblige as long as it makes you feel good.

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

Dante is confident in his entire body, honestly. He’s muscular and strong, he knows he’s a good looking giy. He is a little bit cocky about it as well. However, if you worship your favorite parts of his body he will be inclined to include those as his favorites.

Dante loves the sound of your laugh, and would do just about anything to have that sweet sound caressing his ears. Especially when accompanied by that bright smile. His favorite thing is when he makes you laugh during sex or while making out and you bury your face against his neck to try to cover it up.

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

Oh, Dante is definitely weak for cumming in your mouth. He loves it when you’re on your knees in front of him with his cock down your throat, and watching you make a mess of yourself trying to swallow his large load. He would also love painting your skin with his cum.

Dante makes you cum as many times as possible. He loves the way you feel around his cock and how soaked he gets in your juices. But even more than that, he loves pleasing you. The way your name falls from his lips so passionately, and your hands tug on his long hair. He loves knowing he made you feel so good.

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

Oh the number of times Dante has jacked off at his desk with lewd thoughts of you running through his mind. Sometimes he even gets a pair of your underwear and holds it to his face while he’s jacking off. With his heightened senses, he is practically surrounded by you. He can almost imagine you’re there instead of his own hand.

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

Dante is experienced, but maybe not quite as experienced as he tries to make out to be. It’s mostly been quickies and one-night stands. Nothing very intimate, so while he knows technically what he’s doing he might need a little help actually learning your body. He’s pretty eager to please, and he has good instincts.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position involving you on his desk drives him wild. It’s just something he really enjoys a lot. Especially having you bent over so he can fuck you from behind, and expect to get spanked.

However, he also enjoys lazy, spooning sex in the bed. Bonus points if it’s in the morning and you’re both still a little sleepy and uninhibited.

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

Dante tends to be a little bit silly during sex. Sometimes cracking jokes, or just doing random things to get a giggle out of you. He likes to unwind and he loves making you laugh. If you need a more serious moment, he can accommodate that. And there will be times he just wants to be more serious and intimate. Dante also at times requires a bit of comfort sex, although he’ll never actually call it that. He’ll just be a bit more needy and clingy than usual.

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

He is actually a pretty hairy guy. He’s got nice, soft white chest hair. A patch on his stomach that leads into his pants. His pubes are a bit more gray than white, and it’s coarse. On his own accord, he will let it go wild. In a relationship, he’ll put a little more effort into keeping it trimmed up. However, he’d really prefer not to be clean shaven.

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

Dante usually tends to be more laid back, but he will also make you feel like the only thing that matters in the whole world. He gives a lot of kisses and soft caresses. Between silly jokes or absolutely filthy dirty talk, he’ll confess how much he adores you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot, often purely out of boredom. If he’s alone in the office, it wouldn’t take much effort to walk in on him stroking his cock while sitting at his desk with a dirty magazine open. Sometimes he even tries to time it so you will catch him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lingerie is a big one for Dante, but also he would be into a sexy school girl outfit. Slight corruption kink, and he absolutely has a daddy kink. Spanking. Semi-public sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The comfort of your own bedroom is nice when he wants to take his time with you. As mentioned before, he also loves fucking you on his desk. He also has a weakness for sloppy sex in less than ideal places like a bar bathroom or an alleyway.

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

Dante gets turned on pretty easily, but will often play hard to get just because he likes it when you try to seduce him. Hearing you beg for his cock and smothering him in affection is the easiest way to get him going. He likes feeling loved and wanted.

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

Dante doesn’t want to risk doing anything that could hurt you, and with him being half demon he’s all too aware that it’s a possibility. He might be down to experiment a bit with devil trigger, but he has his limits with it and he’s pretty steadfast in his limits.

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

Dante has a slight preference for receiving. At times he has to remind himself to return the favor. Not to say he doesn’t enjoy giving, because he does. And that mouth is good, okay? The man can go down like no other. But sometimes he gets so turned on by having your pretty little mouth around his cock, that he gets ahead of himself and just wants to sink himself into your pussy immediately afterwards. He’ll make it up to you though.

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

It depends. He defaults to fast and rough because he tends to get totally lost in the pleasure and wants to pound into you. However, there are times he just wants to go slow and feel you all around him. These are the times when he’s feeling needy and wants to give and receive a lot of affection.

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

He enjoys quickies a whole lot, and will never turn down the chance. It’s a pretty regular occurence, especially if he has to leave for a job but wants to fuck you before he leaves.

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

Dante is pretty adventurous, and there are very few things that are off the table as far as he’s concerned. It just depends on what the risks are.

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

Oh boy...He has amazing stamina. He can pretty much last as long as he wants to, and can go for multiple rounds.

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

Dante has never really played around with toys too much, but he’s absolutely open to it. He’d be weak for having a vibrator used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is such a tease. Hearing you whine and beg is music to his ears, and he will keep it up for a long time because he knows he’ll make all the teasing worth it for you. Also, he really enjoys teasing you at very bad moments. Like having dinner with friends? Don’t be surprised if Dante starts rubbing your pussy under the table, but never putting enough pressure to get you off. So by the time you leave, you’re basically dripping wet and absolutely infuriated with him.

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

Dante talks a lot, and this is no different with sex. He’s big into dirty talk. He also tends to let out a lot of primal sounds like growls and purrs. Pretty much always lets out a deep growl when he cums.

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

Dante is a braggart. He loves fucking you very loudly when he knows people can hear because he wants everyone to know how well he can fuck you. This is also a bit of a possessive thing, but he won’t admit that.

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

His cock is about 9 inches and very girthy. There’s gonna be a stretch every time he slides it inside of you, but he is aware of this and will take his time to let you adjust before getting rough.

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

Dante’s sex drive is ridiculous. He is pretty much down to fuck anytime, but he doesn’t let it get in the way of pressing matters.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty easily afterwards, and sometimes he won’t even warn you. You’ll be cuddling in bed, and then you just hear him start snoring.

[mypoisonedvine]

The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Mob!Sam Wilson, Mob!Bucky Barnes, and Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

summary: it’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you got a job at a mob-controlled strip club.  still, you never saw this coming.

warnings: technically dub con but it’s pretty light, there’s three dudes and one girl so i bet you can guess that every hole is going to come into discussion, plus some pain kink and metal arm kink.  (note: none of them are fully dark here, but like… it’s the mob so, they’re not 100% gentlemen either.  just bossy and demanding and a wee bit possessive, but not true creeps.)

word count: 3.7k

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moodboard by yours truly

Funny enough, you had actually been expecting an easy night tonight.  You were just doing bottle service-- no pole, no private events-- so unless somebody specifically requested you for a lap dance, you were basically off the hook.  Less tips, but you were already looking forward to getting home and changing into something considerably less tight than what you were wearing now.

That all went out the window when you saw three suits walk in the door.  You knew who they were: everyone did.  Just the way they walked made it clear that they owned the place-- literally.

Sam, specifically, you recognized.  He was pretty high up in the organization but he spent the most time here of anyone.  You and Sam had an... arrangement, to put it softly.  You gave him a lot of private dances, and you did things with him that you most certainly were not permitted to do with other customers.  The two men beside him-- one with dark hair and an even darker glare, the other with shorter blonde locks and gorgeous blue eyes-- seemed new.

You pretended not to see them as you set down your tray of drinks and waited for Sam to come to you, like he always did.  You felt his hand on the small of your back and turned to look up at him through your lashes, a little surprised to see the other two still with him rather than dispersing into the crowd.

“Hey there," Sam purred at you, leaning against the bar beside where you were standing. 

"Hi," you replied coyly.  

"You miss me?"

"Always."

"Mm, you're a good liar," he grinned, lifting your chin with one finger and leaning in for an open-mouthed kiss.

You stopped him with a gentle press of your hands against his chest.  "Um, you haven't introduced me to your friends…"

Maybe it was ironically conservative for you to object to being kissed in front of men you didn't know when you literally got naked for strangers every day, but you figured that he had something important to tell you about them.  If he didn't, he would've taken you to the back room by now.

"Oh!  I almost forgot.  We got some fresh blood-- Bucky," he motioned to the dark haired one, "and Steve," he shoved the other on the shoulder.  Bucky barely even acknowledged you aside from a slow scan of your body with his gaze; Steve gave you a slightly awkward half-smile.

"Hi there, boys," you greeted with your brightest smile.  "Welcome to the family."

"You're gonna welcome them a little better than that," Sam grinned.  "Why don't you give Bucky a lap dance, huh?  On the house, of course."

"Sure," you agreed, trying to hide your confusion that he would suggest something like that.  Normally he was pretty possessive and jealous.

Just as you started to walk towards the chairs by the stage, Sam interjected.

"No, sweetheart-- take him to the back."

You could hardly believe what you were hearing.  "A… private dance?"

"Well, Steve and I will be close by.  So not that private."

"Uhh, sure.  This way," you led Bucky with a curled finger and a saunter into the back hallway, past the red velvet curtain where the lights were even darker and the carpet was plushy and soft under your stilettos.

"Take a seat," you offered as you turned the corner to the room you and Sam usually used.  Bucky relaxed into the black suede chair, his eyes never leaving you.  Only then did you notice that he was wearing leather gloves-- a little peculiar, but you’d definitely seen stranger

You felt Sam and Steve step a little closer behind you, caging you in.  Even moreso, you felt three pairs of eyes on you.  It felt different, somehow, than having dozens on you when you danced on stage.

"For private dances,” you explained slowly, “I typically wear… a little bit less than this…”

"I'm not gonna stop you," Bucky shrugged.  

Yeah, but is Sam? you replied internally.

He didn't.  What he did instead was tell Steve to help you unzip the back of your dress.

"Thank you," you mumbled as you made sure your hair was out of the way, shivering a little as his fingers ghosted over your neck to get a grip on the zipper, slowly sliding it down to the small of your back.  

Stepping forward, you slipped the straps off your shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor.

"You're wearing the set I bought you," Sam noticed with a grin.  He said you looked best in black.  You weren't sure you agreed but you ended up using this set a lot anyways.  

"You have good taste," you replied.

"Agreed," Bucky murmured, looking up at you from his chair.  

Lifting one leg and sliding it next to him on the couch, you slowly lowered yourself until you were straddling him.  

You gingerly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and began to move slowly, going through the motions and noticing the way he unabashedly stared at your chest.  The lace bra didn’t leave much to the imagination.

There was a tension in the air as you moved over him, only the thumping bass echoing from the main floor breaking the silence.  Some guys liked to talk during a dance, but Bucky’s brooding said more than enough.  You could sense his restraint being tested-- occasionally you could even hear his fist tighten thanks to the creaking of the leather gloves.  

Quickly turning to face the other way, you rubbed your ass on his crotch and almost let out a groan when you felt that he was hard.  Hoping to tease him, you lifted your hips only to gasp when he grabbed you and pulled you down onto him, his breath hot on the back of your neck.

“N-no touching,” you stammered, grabbing his wrists and placing his hands beside his legs.

“Let him touch you,” Sam instructed darkly.

“Really?”

“Did I stutter?”

You breathed shakily as you lifted your hands from Bucky’s wrists; as soon as he was free to, he reached around you and used his left hand to remove his right glove and toss it aside.  You thought it was a little odd that he left the other one on, but once he was running his hands over your thighs and pushing your legs apart, you didn’t think much of it anymore.

You shivered as his right hand moved, excruciatingly slowly, towards your lace-clad pussy.

“You’re sort of shy, for a stripper,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Believe it or not, this is new for me,” you whispered back, giving a quick glance to where Steve and Sam were standing and watching you both intently.  Your head fell back onto Bucky’s shoulder when one finger toyed with the edge of the lace of your panties.

His left hand pushed your face to the side so that he could kiss you, and before you were thinking about it you were kissing him back.

Finally, you felt Bucky's fingers pull your lingerie to the side and slide through your folds.  He growled into your eager mouth when he felt how wet you were.

"Can I fuck her?" he asked, and you didn't realize until Sam replied that he was asking his permission.

"Not yet," was Sam's quick answer as he approached you.  Grabbing your jaw, Sam pulled you forward and kissed you roughly.

Sam's kisses always made you feel completely at his disposal; his mouth dominated yours aggressively, and his hand wrapped around your neck just tight enough to make your heart race.

"Such a good little slut, aren't you?" he teased when he pulled back-- though he was still so close that his lips brushed against yours when he spoke.

"Yes-- for you," you answered.

"And you'll be good for them too, won't you?  Get 'em initiated into the family?"

"Of course," you nodded quickly, "whatever you want."

"You said we were coming here for a team-building exercise," Steve recalled with crossed arms.

"And did I lie?" Sam retorted, standing up again to give him a glare.  “Typically when I share my things with people, they’re grateful.”

“Right-- of course I am,” Steve backtracked quickly, “I just hope she’s not only doing it because you said to.”

“Aw, you’re worrying a little too much,” Sam chuckled.  “She’s a whore, Steve.  She loves it.”

"Go ahead baby," Sam continued, addressing you now, "give him the full treatment.  But save some strength because Steve's going next."

You stood up and flipped around again, working open the buttons of Bucky’s shirt.  Typically, guys responded really well to this part, leaning back and letting you undress them.  He tensed up, though, and his eyes went a little wide.

“I wanna see you,” you explained, taking a moment to reach under the part of his shirt you’d opened so far and run your hand over his muscled chest.

“May not like what you see,” he warned you.

“I doubt that,” you grinned, already nearly halfway done with the buttons.  

When you finished with the tedious buttons and pushed his shirt and jacket aside, you understood what he had been worried about: his shoulder was covered in scars, and even in the low light of the room you could tell that everything past that point was a metal prosthetic.  

"That explains the glove you won't take off," you commented dryly.

"I didn't scare you off yet?" he asked like he was trying to stay cool, but was secretly worried it would bother you.

"Touch me with it," you requested quietly.  Slowly, he removed the other glove and reached towards you with the metal hand.

His fingers were cold as they slid up your chest, around your neck, over your jaw.  You dipped your head down a bit to take two of them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them.  

He bit his lip quickly before leaning forward and looking you right in the eyes.  “Get on the couch, on your hands and knees,” he instructed firmly.

You obeyed so quickly that you wondered if you left a cloud of dust in the shape of your silhouette like a cartoon; Sam noticed, and laughed.  “Eager, huh?”

“Extremely,” Bucky answered for you as he slipped your panties down, and pushed the spit-slicked metal fingers inside you.  You moaned and gripped the back of the couch tighter.  The fingers withdrew as suddenly as they had entered, and you saw a shirt and jacket land beside you on the couch.  Next was the sound of his belt clinking as it opened-- it made you a little nervous, in an erotic sort of way.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you when Bucky thrust into you all at once.  He wasn't bigger than Sam, at least as far as you could tell, but the shape of his cock was completely different.  It pressed against your walls in new ways, and massaged places that you weren't used to feeling.

"Fuck," Bucky murmured behind you, "so goddamn tight."

You were already loud enough that anyone passing through the back hall would certainly hear you and know exactly what was happening.  God forbid they saw three pairs of men’s shoes through the bottom of the curtain; the idea of someone knowing just how thoroughly you were being used made your face burn with a slightly pleasurable shame.

He moved just slow enough to make you wonder if he was trying to tease you.  When he reached around and drew lazy circles around your clit, though, you were confident that he was trying to tease you.

“More, please,” you whimpered.  “Fuck me harder.”

He laughed, and gave your ass a quick spank.  “Poor thing, so needy,” he mocked.  But he still did as you asked, holding you by your waist to keep you steady as he started to fuck you with the brutality you’d been hoping for.

He leaned down until it felt like his entire body would wrap around yours.  He bit at the back of your neck and shoulders, growling as he fucked into you even deeper than you had realized was possible.

Just as you thought you both were on the path to coming, Sam stepped closer.

"Alright, step aside, loverboy," he chuckled, "I think you've had your fair share for now."

Bucky hesitated and you knew he didn't want to stop; you voluntarily clenched your walls around him as a little way of saying you weren't done with him yet either.

Reluctantly, he pulled out and you felt the rough skin of Sam's hand move up and down your back.  "You want your turn with this pretty little cunt, Steve?" he asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

"No."

"...No?!"

"I want that ass."

You swallowed dryly; Sam grinned.

"I like your style, man.  Go ahead, have at it."

Steve took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves before he started to run his hands all over your body, humming contentedly.  He moved a finger through your folds to wet it, then gently pushed it past your tight rim.  "More," you requested with a moan.

"Already?" Steve questioned, but obeyed, adding a second finger quickly.

He scissored his fingers back and forth, slowly stretching you open.  Your face was so hot you could probably fry an egg on it; you felt very exposed getting your ass fingered with two men watching you intently.

"Hurry up, please, I want it," you whimpered.  You knew you could take the pain, and on days like this, you actually craved it.

"Just a little more babygirl," Steve promised, "gotta get you ready for me.  Don't wanna break you."

"I wish you would," you admitted, and you heard Bucky laugh quietly from the sidelines.

Steve got a little more serious suddenly, leaning down as he slipped a third finger into you roughly.  "I don't know if you could take me, little girl.  I could split you in half," he growled right against your ear.

Your back arched.  You wanted it so bad.

“I know that’s what you need, but if I did Sam would probably kill me.  So be a good girl and be patient, alright?”

You nodded and bit your lip, doing your best to relax as he continued to twist his fingers inside you.  

Thankfully, it wasn’t all too long before you felt him slide them out, that telltale jingling of his belt buckle in your ears again.  You moaned when his hard cock slid between your legs, becoming coated in your arousal.  Once he was satisfied, he pushed into your waiting hole; he’d prepared you so well that there was almost no resistance for the first half, but then as he got thicker and harder, you felt it start to burn.  Not that you minded.

When he was fully inside, you both gasped.  Of course, you were still trying to process the feeling when he was starting to slam into you.  This guy did not beat around the bush, holy shit.

“Fuck, you like it, huh?” he taunted, fucking you even harder and faster. 

“Yes!” you cried out, feeling his cock brushing against sensitive places inside you-- even if it was through a barrier.

Sam suddenly appeared on the couch next to you.  You felt a little nervous as his gaze scanned your face, and you looked back at him with wide eyes.  He slid under you on the couch, toying with your clit and grinning when he felt your wetness.

"Look who loves it in the ass,” he mumbled against your ear.

You couldn't respond, distracted by Sam's cock pressing against your available opening.  You had been expecting it to feel familiar, but with Steve inside you, everything felt completely different.

"Oh god," you groaned as Sam pressed forward; he hissed at the sensation of how wet and hot you were for him.

"How does it feel baby?" he asked as he started to bite at your neck.

"So full… so good…"

"What do you want us to do, kitten?"

"I want you to fuck me so hard…"

Before they had really started to get their rhythm, you fought through your haze and motioned for Bucky to come closer.  When he did, you licked a long stripe up his cock before taking as much as you could into your throat.

"Fuck, just like that," Bucky praised, pushing your hair back so he could see your face.  "Choke on it."

With so many cocks moving inside you, you felt like a ragdoll in their hands.  But more than even you had expected, you loved being their toy.

Sam loved to leave marks all over you, even though it made your job harder-- especially because it made your job harder, in fact.  He loved everyone knowing how owned you are.  So it was no surprise that he was already doing his best to leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints everywhere he could reach.  You could tell he was already getting close-- and you were too, close to something so intense that you worried about passing out.

"Want me to come on your cute little face, baby?" Sam asked, his voice deeper and more gravelly than usual.

You shook your head, Bucky's cock still in your mouth.

"On your perfect tits?"

You shook it again, even as Bucky grabbed the back of your head and pushed you all the way to the base.

"Oh, that's right… you want me to fill up this sopping cunt, right?"

You nodded furiously, a tear sliding down your cheek.

"You wanna be full of my come, sticky and wet all night?  Then beg for it, sweetheart."

Bucky released you, and the second you were free to breathe you were pleading already, stroking him quickly.

"Sam, please!  I need to be full of your come-- I want it so bad, please, just come inside me and don't stop until every drop is in please please please--"

"Holy hell, I can't take much more of this," Steve hissed as his hands dug deeper into your skin.

"You want us all to come?" Sam pressed.

"Yes, please!"

"Fuck," Bucky groaned, "keep stroking me-- finish me off on your face."

“Please-- I want you to come, so bad,” you whimpered.  “Oh god, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fucking come, fuck!”

The hand that wasn’t around Bucky’s cock was accidentally digging into Sam’s shoulder, certainly hard enough to leave half-moon cuts from your nails.  He didn’t seem to mind though, fucking you through your orgasm as he fell into his own, finishing with a noise that mixed a moan with a growl.

Steve was next, and you could feel his cock swelling and pulsing; it was like one last test of your body’s physical capabilities, since you’d already thought you were at your limit.

Last but not least, of course, was Bucky.  You opened your mouth and let his come fall in warm streams on your face and tongue.  He made the most beautiful sounds as you kept stroking him through it, and eventually he had to pull your hand off of him when it became too much.  You swallowed what had landed in your open mouth, taking a moment to wipe some off your face and suck it off of your finger as well.  A drip started to wander towards your eye, which you shut to avoid that disaster.

Bucky looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, even though you undoubtedly looked like a complete mess.  All three of them were looking at you that way, actually, but you couldn’t see them.

“Jesus, Sam,” Steve chuckled as he pulled out and watched his come leak from your abused hole, “I gotta be honest, if I had a girl like this, I wouldn’t let her work in a club.”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about pulling her out,” Sam admitted, wincing a little as he tapped your leg to signal you should get off of him, which you did.  

You don’t know the first thing about pulling out, you replied internally.

“She makes us a lot of money, though,” Sam explained.

“But the way she looks right now,” Bucky grinned, “that’s priceless.”

“Ha, yeah, well of course you would say that,” Sam rolled his eyes.  “If you think that coming on her face will successfully mark your territory or something, you’re wrong.”

But Bucky wasn’t listening, he was too busy grabbing your neck and pulling you into a filthy kiss.  You could tell he was tasting himself on your tongue, and when he pulled back, he’d even smeared some come on his nose and cheeks.  He wiped it off like it was nothing and grinned at you.  That, on the other hand, did feel like a somewhat successful territory-marking.

“Now I feel kinda bad,” Steve pouted.  “She’s gonna have to take three showers to get clean enough to go back out there.”

“Oh, I think she’s done for the night,” Sam announced as you finally got your chance to relax and lay back on the couch-- though it wasn’t that relaxing, because you were sore everywhere, and still wearing those stupid uncomfortable heels.

“You’re letting me go home early?” you repeated, your voice coming out froggy and strange; you cleared your throat and ignored the way it tasted like come.

“Hmm, not quite,” Sam smirked.  “I think Steve here has a point.  For one thing, you shouldn’t be going back to that horrible apartment every night.  You live in a really dangerous part of town.”

“It’s not dangerous if you’ve got mob protection,” you countered.

“But I can’t protect you when you live so far away,” he frowned.  “Come back to mine, clean up in a much nicer shower than you’re used to, and you can get back to work tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure,” you agreed, “but maybe… get me a rag first?”

“I’ll drive you,” Bucky offered.

That meant you weren’t going to get a rag.  What you didn’t realize at the time was that it also meant Bucky and Steve were going to stay the night at Sam’s, too.  What you never could’ve imagined was that the four of you weren’t going to leave again for quite some time.  And what you would’ve actually bet money against if somebody had asked you about it that morning was that you weren’t going to be working in the club anymore.

[obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts]

Brothers as New Parents

Featuring Poly!Mc.

Guess who decided to finally finish this oneeeeee. I used my parents for inspiration for some of these. Sadly my getting knocked out by a carpet story didn't qualify 😔

Lucifer

Despite the name and the whole demon thing, Lucifer is actually a pretty decent father.

In the beginning though, he's really lost.

Like, the only baby he's ever raised is Satan and technically that doesn't count, so he's kinda confused here. Which really freaks him out.

Things get easier once the kid can finally walk, but don't expect Lucifer to really understand babies too much, or to like them either. They're way too noisy and dirty for him to actually enjoy. 

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t a good dad.

Sure, he's not amazing, no parent naturally is, but he isn't reckless with your child and genuinely makes attempts to keep them alive. 

He just, kinda waits till the kid isn’t spitting up daily or wearing diapers to actually like their company

Before that it just feels like another job. Or like he’s watching his brothers. 

He loves his child but, uh, he’s going to be the type of dad to forget which baby is his if we’re being honest. 

Mammon

He's really good a keeping babies entertained. Like, really good.

(Who would have known babies also like shiny things that jingle?)

Also loves to spend money on them. Like, legit any baby left under his supervision will be dressed in absurdly priced outfits. It's a little frustrating to wash these clothes, especially considering how dirty kids can get.

But besides all the spoiling and the playing, Mammon is clueless.

Like what do babies do?? What do they need? Are they supposed to sleep for that long??

He regrets not reading the baby books Satan recommended.

He's extremely clumsy as a dad, but in like that way where only he gets hurt but your child never does.

(Despite being so young, you're pretty sure the kid laughs every time he face plants.)

Likes to watch TV with the baby. The kid's probably seen every action movie known to man (and demon) by this point.

Leviathan

Levi isn't good with pregnancy, but he is pretty decent with kids.

Something about his personality really draws them to him

(Which is a great examination as to why most children must have to be taught how to share. Leviathan is a bad influence)

He kinda only ever takes over the "fun" parts of being a dad. Not because he doesn't try though. He does, really, but he often finds himself at a loss when it comes to dealing with spit-up or diapers or the little quirks babies develop.

Levi's the third oldest. He didn't have to deal with that stuff. None of them really had to, as raising angels is kinda a community effort. Seeing as Lucifer wasn't exactly the maternal type, he'd spent his years with his brother watching over kids. Never being beside them.

I think he's especially freaked out if he has a daughter. Like, he doesn't know what to so for the most part with any child, but girls are even more foreign to him, seeing as he's only ever had brothers. Well, besides Lilith, but she's a different story.

It's not really bad, he's just new to everything, but you'll probably give Lucifer an earful for not at least giving more responsibilities with Satan.

Most definitely gives his kid toy weapons and costumes to play with. They can't even walk yet but he's got a chest with princess dresses and lightsabers ready to go.

Satan

Satan is pretty much the most normal dad you could ever ask for.

Yeah, a normal demon, spell-casting dad, but norm nevertheless.

He's always the one to offer to take over your shifts in the night (He will not sub for his brothers though. They can fuck right off).

Buys you your first mother's/father's/whatever you choose to call your parental title's day gift because everyone else most likely forgets amongst the stress of baby.

Most DEFINITELY tries to do that whole "all natural" baby thing, but probably realizes a few days in that breastmilk is not only hard to obtain in the Devildom, but most demons don't really give a samn about cruelty free items (Mass produced cotton included).

^Asmo and him did this together btw. But Asmodeus did it for clout whilst Satan did it for the baby's health.

He'll dress his kid up like him. The clothes are still ugly as sin.

Asmodeus

Your kid will be internet famous before they turn five months old.

Asmo does not understand the word "privacy" or the concept of "not plastering his child's life for everyone to see"

But, you must admit, he does dress your baby up in the most adorable ways.

She might just be the only person he puts above the two of you, both as individuals, and as a couple.

(^I don't think all the brother's would think this way. Some probably still internalize their angel backgrounds or have even formed their own opinions onto where a kid places in a relationship. I might get into it more if asked but I'm leaving this here for now)

He does everything with the kid, when he has them, and if the child is biologically his (which will be extremely apparent), that kid will be with him all the damn time.

He wants his baby to be beautiful like his parents, but most of all, he wants his baby to be happy.

Will most likely turn into the exact definition of "the cool mom" from mean girls but that's far off from now.

Until then, he'll just stroll around the mall, showing his baby all the sparkly things they'll eventually love.

Beelzebub

Beel would have been a pretty normal dad if not for his more older-brother mentality.

Like, the guy has never really been around kids. He's been around Belphegor. Which isn't a huge age gap but there's still that looming protective older-sibling trait there.

He kinda sees the kid, no matter who or where it comes from, as just another sibling.

After what happened with Lilith though, he's more prone to be more protective over girls. He doesn't even recognize he's doing it tbh.

(There's actually a lot of open wounds regarding Lilith that show up in his parenting skills, but they develop a lot later)

He always has to know where your kid is at, but he doesn't necessarily need to be with them.

Like, he's afraid of something horrible happening, but he trusts his brothers, and you, to be able to handle it. He just needs the constant reassurance.

Very insistent on keeping a feeding schedule through, and is known to freak out when they refuse to eat, or get an upset stomach, or something along the lines of the digestive process goes wrong.

Beel is probably the best at bath time. Man can make some awesome rubber duck voices, and the plotlines he thinks up are very interesting.

Belphegor

The one the most scared to have a baby is the one who loves to spend the most time with the baby.

Why? Because babies sleep most of the fucking day. This is a great bonding experience.

And for some reason, you suspect it's due to his powers, the kid will sleep through anything when the two of them are together.

The minute they sleep in their room, or in a cot next to your bed, they'll be waking up hourly for some reason or another.

And it's like, you can't have the baby sleep with Belphegor all the time because if the kid genuinely needs some attention, he needs to wake up and make it known.

But damn are you tired.

Like you some how think raising a child with seven partners is harder than one, because no one should feel this exhausted when they are allowed to take at least three naps a day.

Outside that conundrum, he's a very quiet dad. He'll just sit by the baby and play with them, usually via rattle, enjoying the cute little noises they make and the faces that grace their features.

He'll miss this when the baby starts crawling.

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 14

WC: 958

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, age difference, mentions of professor/student relationships, language

A/N: and I oop

🧠

"Wait-wait, Kreizler kissed you?" Bitsy is sitting next to you on your bed. She tried to refrain from interrupting while you explained what had happened that evening in his office. You must not have been totally clear in your words; hell, you weren't even making sense inside your own head right now.

"No, Bits. He didn't. And then he told me to leave."

She studies you for a second. "And did you… want him to kiss you?" she asks with hesitation.

"I-" you begin. You were supposed to dislike him, to be friendly for the sake of work at best. He was still the self-centered and arrogant man you first met underneath everything, even if your relationship had improved the last three or so weeks. But when you consider Bitsy’s question only one word comes to mind: yes. God, you did want him to kiss you there on the floor of his office.

You aren't sure when things changed. It was like seeing a photograph that you have no memory of being taken, but was undeniably you in the picture. It was a puzzle piece finally being put into place. A light illuminating a dark room. A freight train at full speed. Maybe Freud was right when he said our dreams can tell us the things we don’t even know that we want yet; can tell us what we need.

"I did want him to," you admit softly, both to Bitsy and to yourself.

Bitsy wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you to her chest. "You know - I'm really not surprised. I mean I won't lie, I still predicted hate-sex over this but… you’ve been acting different since Chicago. You’ve seemed a lot happier.” In a lighter tone she adds “and we both know he’s your type. Older, intellectual, has a steady job, dark hair and a nice beard, and he’s got your standard ‘dad-bod’.” You laugh into her neck. You know she’s right, he checks off all your boxes. If he hadn’t been so off putting the first time you met you would have definitely developed your crush on him sooner.

A crush?

No.

It was so much more than that. Never in your life had you felt this sort of unrestrained passion and connection to another person. He drove you fucking nuts in every sense of the word. Everytime he spoke you hung onto his words like they were oxygen. You wanted to both rip him to shreds and rip his clothes to shreds. But more than anything, you wanted him to do the same. To absolutely destroy you in every sense of the word. In all honesty you had thought he was thinking the same thing based on the way he had looked at you. The way he had been increasingly kind to you, considerate to you, open to you. The way his touches and gazes lingered.

But he didn’t.

Anger wells in your chest. You pull back from Bitsy. "And that's the fucking problem." You let out an exaggerated growl in frustration. "He could've done it, we were right there and the moment was perfect and I just. Ugh!"

You stand up and pace on the worn carpet. “He does these little things now. He asks me for my thoughts but like he actually wants to hear them, not because he’s trying to pick a fight. And he brings me tea in the mornings sometimes when he gets it himself. He’s invited me to hang with his friends and they’re so welcoming and funny. He- he told me about his childhood. And I told him about…” you trail off. She knows what you refer to regardless. “We have these moments where I look up and he’s already looking at me, but it’s so soft. He even paid for the trip with his own money because he wanted me to go.”

Bitsy just listens to your rant. You pause before slumping on the edge of the mattress. “Maybe… maybe I was wrong? Oh my god what if he thinks I’m some freak now trying to come on to their professor? Fuck - it’s no wonder he wanted me to leave! Shit.” You drop your head into your hands.

Your roommate rubs your back. “Look, I’m sure everything will blow over in the next couple days. He might’ve just been afraid to take that step, or maybe you did just misread the situation. He can either grow a pair or he can get over himself. And if he doesn’t have feelings then so what, fuck him, you can do better than a guy that made you miserable for months.”

A couple of deep breaths calms you down. She’s right. Everything was so sudden today that maybe it just caught him off guard. You know you were beyond unprepared for that to happen. And logically, if he doesn’t feel the same pull then you would be fine. You are his aide and technically a student at the university anyway, it’s likely an off-limits territory for him. Both of you are adults and can be professionals. You didn’t need to plague yourself with it.

“Thank you, Bits. I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” With another hug she left you to your devices for the night.

The following morning you woke up as usual to get ready to head to his office. Checking your phone you saw that you had a text from the man in question:

Laszlo: I will not be in need of an assistant for the remaining duration of the term. Thank you for your help, it has been invaluable. Best wishes with your studies.

x Dr. Kreizler

You could almost feel your heart fall into your stomach. “Shit, I fucked up….”

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[waybrights]

Randome Marcy Sats au hcs

Marcy has multiple threads on Twitter just gushing about the costumes, talking about the technical, the comfort, and the aesthetic.

When she doesn't have her own hoodie string to fiddle with she'll fidget with with Sasha's, sometimes leaving them tied together, much to the blonde's dismay.

Anne borrows Marcy's hair clip and just forgets to give it back, leaving it in the most random places.

Marcy and Anne have had a glitter fight.

Sometimes when Marcy wears a cape to a concert she'll do that dramatic entrance where you throw the cape to the side but someone has to be there to catch it. More than once, that person was accidentally Anne or Sasha.

oh these are all so cute yes!!!!

- they actually have a say in costumes, esp in textures and materials, so she 100% goes on very long rants abt it on twitter!!! (her longest thread was like 50 tweets abt how they made anne's dress that lights up for a concert)

- her favourite costume was the bug ones (yes they exist in this au i just love them sm shakdhkd) and they still have theirs in perfect condition (literally, it looks like she never even wore it)

- sasha makes sure to always wear hoodies with strings, even in summer, so marcy is usually on her lap when they aren't doing anything.

- most of the time, marcy's clothes do have strings, but she'll pretend they don't just so she can sit on sasha's lap (sasha saw right through it the first time, but likes how warm marcy is so never said anything)

- marcy has lost so many hairclips to anne, they just have like a billion of the same green clip from claires (whenever they go past one, she makes sure to stock up just in case anne steals some)

- the hairclips usually resurface again in a few weeks though, somewhere really dumb like in a shoe, or clipped on a shirt so anne doesn't forget it's there (and then she does)

- glitter is still in the carpet of the costume department, braddock is still finding it on black costumes that should not be covered in glitter

- anne and marcy had to write serious letters of apology to the costume department and sasha laughed her ass off reading them out

- marcy will find a way to wear a cape in every single concert, no matter what the vibe is

- they do aim for the wings, but end up getting it slightly wrong and covering anne or sasha in like, a bright green, glittery cape (sometimes it even goes into the crowd and everyone is certain she does it on purpose, but that's never been proven)

[writingsbychlo]

💭hi chloe, congrats! could u do a dating ff!tommy head canon (like the ones you have for stiles and mitch) i miss him 🥺

under the cut! i will also link this to my masterlist, because I know how much y'all like these!

PDA

Tommy is kiiiiinda in a middle ground about PDA

He doesn’t feel the need to go over the top, but he isn’t shy about it either

He’ll kiss his girl when he wants, and he isn’t shy of affection either

Little nudges and pokes and a lot of random hugs

On a call together, he keeps it professional, of course

But in your own time? He’s a free man, and he’ll love his girl if he wants to

At the house, he can be extra with PDA, just to annoy everyone

If he gives you a little kiss, or does something which anybody teases him for, he goes into overdrive, just to annoy them

A lot of ‘my love’, ‘angel’, ‘light of my life’, ‘love of my life’, ‘hey pretty girl’

A lot of flirting too

“Oh, damn, good thing we’re firemen because you are smokin’.” and such

He will one hundred percent grab your ass and run away

You’ve actually become pretty used to it, actually

Little slaps, or pinches, or grabs, and then he just runs away laughing

Thinkin’ he’s doing something

But he still blushes when you flirt back, in literally any situation

Using a fire-related pick-up line

“Well, damn, lieutenant, you’d better come over here and handle me then.”

And his jaw would drop and he’d get cute pink cheeks

Which definitely leads to some PDA because he’ll grab your face and kiss you

The PDA gets more after a hard call but nobody says anything then

Hand holding and cuddling and playing with hair

Soft kisses and whispered reassurances while holding each other’s faces

Honestly, he’s not big on making an exhibition, but he will give out a lot of love

HANGING OUT

Hanging out happens a lot

For starters, there’s all day at work, especially on slow days when you might not even get a case

At the beginning of the relationship, that would be awesome, because ‘honeymoon phase’ and all

But once you’ve moved past that and into a more serious relationship, that can be an issue

Like if there’s been a dispute at home or one of you is on edge

So hanging out is pretty much never alone at work

And you try to break it up into chunks too

Making sure you have a girls night with Brenda at least once a week

And once a week he has a guys night, and you plan them on separate days

You actually have too much hang out time on your hands, and it can be a strain

Once you’ve got it down, though, it’s easy

Having TV shows that you binge together, and will never watch without the other

Cleaning and doing household chores together always becoming fun

Especially when you build a playlist for these jobs, and end up dancing and singing together

Also, cooking together

Which is actually usually just one of you cooking, and the other sitting on the counter just to chat

Grocery shopping alone, and making appointments alone

Just so that you always have time apart, to keep things distanced

DATE NIGHT

Date nights are hard to plan when you live together and have such busy jobs

You rarely ever actually feel the need to go out and about to have a date

Really, you just want to get in your comfies and relax together

At first, you both kind of force yourselves to go out

Making bookings and dressing up and going out for dinner

You feel like you owe it to yourselves at the beginning

Even though you don’t need to do the small talk and whatnot

After that, drive through dates in the middle of the night, or going on walks in the park count as dates

And after that, you honestly stop counting dates

You’re just together

Long before you move in together, you’re already basically living together

You drive home from work together, and choose who’s place to crash at

So dates as a concept are pretty irrelevant after a pretty short amount of time

SEX

Oh, don’t even get me started on this

He’s always horny after regular cases

Watching you go into ‘action mode’, he loves it

And you feel the same about him

Definitely having hooked up in the showers a few times at work while you were still in that phase

His hand over your mouth and trying not to let the sounds be too obvious

Trying to keep quiet and failing at it

You’re pretty sure everyone knows, but nobody said anything

Also fucking in one of the firetrucks and the ambulance

When you get a little more self-control, morning sex is usually the way forwards

Because you’re both always so tired after shifts

So morning sex is usually the way to go

If it is morning sex, it’s always sloppy and clingy and passionate

Slow thrusts and wandering hands and deep kisses

Shower sex is also a regular visitor in the morning sex regime

“It’s hot, and easy clean-up, and it’s hot. I see no downsides.”

He loves shower sex

However, if you’ve been out with the team, you’re probably both a little tipsy

Team nights lead to drinking, lead to Thomas openly saying how much he loves how hot his girlfriend is and getting wandering hands

Also kinda sloppy and clingy sex

But a lot hotter

Because you have more energy than mornings, and you’ve got a little liquor behind it

So it’s the times when you both get a little wilder

Day off sex is different, though

Day off sex is much more like making love than just fucking

Because it’s a lazy day, so you’re both in pyjamas

And he’s just turned on because he loves you so much

It’s quite literally just ‘seriously, you’re so cute and I love you so much’ sex

Wearing his oversized shirts and sweatpants and odd socks

And he’s wearing plaid pants or sweats and old shirts

Literally nothing sexy about it but damn you just have so much love

So those are the days where he takes you apart piece by piece

Slow and deep, so much love and kisses

Dirty talk is more just loving confessions

It’s not “I’m gonna have you screaming my name” like drunk sex or morning sex

But it more like “I’m gonna love you forever, I swear it”

Yeah, he’s always clingy, though

AFTERCARE

Big on aftercare. Big big big.

He’s always affectionate but he’s extra affectionate after sex

Brushing your hair back out of your face

If he got messy, he gets a cloth and cleans you up

Plus a lot of cuddling

“You want anything? Some water, I want some water. You want a snack?”

Sometimes you do, sometimes you don’t

If you do, he helps you out on some loose clothes and makes something simple like poptarts

If you don’t he gets you water when he gets his own and brings it to bed

Always helps you get back into some kind of pyjamas afterwards

Even if it’s just throwing them to you if you’re not completely fucked out

Cuddling under the covers afterwards

And it doesn’t get awkward, either

two seconds later, once you’re all cuddled up, he’ll jump right in with “so, guess what my mom texted before-”

And he just skips into the gossip and chatter without any awkwardness

THINGS YOU STEAL FROM EACH OTHER

Ohhh a lot

You wear a lot of his hoodies and shirts and coats

He likes things to be comfortably big on himself, so they’re quite large on you

He steals your slippers and fluffy for a while

Your place has hardwood floors but his has carpets, so when he comes over, his feet get cold

He stretches out your socks and slippers

So you start buying them bigger so they’re comfortable for him

He doesn’t realise until he sees you trip over the extra-long toe length one day

So he buys you your own

You now have like 15 pairs that are alternated around

Honestly, each other’s phones

What do you have to hide from him? You work together, you live together, you have the same friends

So, you use one another’s phones

To get in the groupchat and just reply, or to call someone or send a text

It’s really just about whoever’s phone is closest

He steals your netflix account before moving in

And you steal his spotify premium

His car

It’s cooler and has a smoother drive and you like it

So you like to drive his car around a lot

He always subtly complains about it

“That car is my baby.”

“I thought I was your baby.”

“You’re my angel.”

But he always hands over the keys willingly

And he complains about adjusting the seat after you’ve used it

But he buys the air fresheners you like

PICK UP LINES HE LIKES TO USE

A lot of straight-up firemen puns

“Get rid of your smoke detector, sleep with a fireman.”

“The fire might be out, but you’re smokin’ hot.”

I’m a fireman. I’m an expert in what’s hot.”

But he’s also soft and cheesy and in love with his paramedic girlfriend so

“I’m glad you know CPR, because you just took my breath away.”

“Do you have a band-aid? Because I scraped my knees falling for you.”

“If you’re here, who’d running heaven?”

“Your hand looks heavy, want me to hold it for you?”

“I just stole a kiss. Want it back? Come get it.”

GOING ON CALLS TOGETHER

He's a professional little baby

He won’t let his love for you get in the way, because he knows you’ll yell at him for it

He has a job to do, and he learned the hard way that he has to prioritise that

A lot of arguments and tearful confessions and deep chats made the understanding

But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a few traditions

If it’s just a regular case with him going into a building and you staying outside, it’s the usual

Whispered reassurances as a plan is formed

Before you lock your pinkies, and pull each other close, and kiss your thumbs

It started because you kept bumping your head on his helmet when you tried to give him quick kisses

And then getting in trouble for kissing on the scene when one of the local papers reported on workplace romances

And you aren’t technically doing anything wrong but it made you both mad

So it became a pinky lock, and kissing the edges of your own hand

Because that’s the best you could get

However, if you have to go into a building, he checks your kit himself

You gave up fighting him on it

The only way he was gonna feel reassured was if he’d checked it all himself

Just allowing him to do so at this point

Bumping your helmets together softly before you go inside

When you go inside, you always walk behind him

He never directly demanded that when you were working out boundaries after an argument

But you know it makes him feel better

Always sticking close to his side, and remembering the flashlight technique he’d taught you if you wander off

After cases, when you get back to the firehouse, you always have reassuring little kisses

And that’s his time to support you

Always letting you check him over, even when he’s not hurt

Because he knows that it makes you feel better

And if you have to take a detour to the hospital with patients, he makes sure he has a mug of tea and a snack ready for you when you get back