#they all goof off every now and then but they're more serious at work

[cetathestupidshark]

nothing, nowhere spoiler ⚠️

did some practice art today for the website. what do you think? did i do alright, or should i practice some more? please let me know. criticism this time is valid, and certainly needed pls

the line art is still in progress, just getting everything looking nice is all

(i'm referring to the afro btw, and here's the tutorial i went off of to at least be more comfortable with drawing more diverse peeps in my stuff :D :))

[thefanficmonster]

Do you do NSFW? If so, may I request a Markiplier NSFW alphabet?

Hi dear! Usually I struggle greatly when writing anything NSFW for RPF but I shall do my best. Baby steps lol Hope you enjoy <3

Pairing: Markiplier x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: !!NSFW content below the cut!!

A= Aftercare (What they're like after the act)

Mark is the absolute sweetest and most attentive lover before, during and after the act.

After he's made sure you're alright, he'd go grab you a bottle of water, a snack and a towel to clean you up. You can bet on a long cuddle sesh after the act, filled with intimacy and romance, periodically interrupted by jokes he'd crack to make you laugh.

B= Body Part (Favorite body part of their own or on their lover)

He's pretty damn proud of his hands. Years of gaming have made them particularly skillful in many ways and he knows how to utilize them just right *wink* *wink*

Oh, and also his back. He's been influenced to love it by you more so than on his own accord but still.

On you, he loves your legs and thighs. Count on him constantly having his hands all over them in both innocent and explicit instances. And when you wrap your legs around his waist....consider him a goner.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Inside, no questions asked.

Before you got to the point of being comfortable enough for that, however, he found just as much pleasure in painting either your chest, thighs or face.

D= Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

Nothing helps him excel at a game quite like under-the-desk head while recording. Bonus points if it's a live stream.

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing)

Mark has had decent amount of experience, enough to be versed into how things work textbook-wise. Every skill he exhibits, however, is something he improvised at some point. But don't take that the wrong way - this man knows exactly what he's doing

F= Favorite Position

Mark is simple man and his favorite position reflects that - Doggy style (closely followed by cowgirl)

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Oh this man is a majore league goof in general and during sex. That's not to say he can't get into character and dawn a serious and attractively intimidating front when the atmosphere of the night calls for it.

He's a perfect balance between goofy and serious, occasionally leaning far left or far right depending on the moment.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He takes care of his hygiene rather meticulously. He keeps everything neat, trimmed and clean.

I= Intimacy (how are they in the moment)

There's never a shortage of intimacy between you and Mark during the act. Regardless of if the night calls for making love or having rough sex, there's never a lack of intimacy and closeness between you two.

That being said, I'd again say it's perfectly balanced. Whatever the night calls for is how Mark responds - be it slow, romantic lovemaking or rough and dirty sex.

J= Jerk-off (do they masturbate and how often)

He used to do it a lot more frequently before you started dating. Now, nothing can compare to the real thing. He can't find much satisfaction in masturbating but he still turns to it as a resort of release when either of you is away on a trip

K= Kink (kinks they might have)

Dear God, please forgive me for this...

Choking, spanking, hair-pulling, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, light bondage, praising/degrading (depending on what the situation calls for). Feel free to share your thoughts on this topic in the comments

L= Location (where they're down to get it on)

Every single surface in the house is game in Mark's eyes. Especially the kitchen counter and the nicely spacious shower

M= Motivation (what gets them going)

You, in any context you can think of. You don't even need to be dressed provocatively in any way shape or form. This man is just so head over heels for you, he can't help it.

Apart from that, a good ol' rage game will raise his blood pressure just right and he'll proceed to blow off some steam with you. The same works the other way around - when he's high on the success of completing a game and he celebrates with you

N= No (what they're strictly against and wouldn't try)

Anything with violent and hostile connotations that could bring you harm in any way, be it physical or emotional. He loves you more than words can describe and just the thought of hurting you fills him with dread. You both like dabbling into the occasional impact play but nothing more than that, and never without a safe word.

O= Oral (are they more of a giver or receiver)

Mark is a big fan of receiving but he enjoys giving so much more. He does it for his own pleasure just as much as he does it to bring you satisfaction. He loves every aspect of it - your taste, the tangling of your hands in his hair, the sounds you make, the bucking of your hips. It's his own personal high. He could do it for hours if you'd let him.

P= Pace (what's their pace during the act)

Again, the speed setting Mark operates on depends on the atmosphere of the night. On the regular, he likes to take it slow, prolong the experience and uphold this bubble of intimacy around the two of you for as long as he can.

Q= Quickie (are they a fan of quickies)

Nope.

The Devil is into details and so is Mark. And it's difficult to appreciate the details when working with a small time frame. He likes to take his time, worshipping you the way you deserve in the most meticulous and intimate manner.

R= Risk (how risky are they/do they like trying new things)

Oh he loves a good unconventional and borderline public location where there's a chance at getting caught. Although he prefers the comfort of your shared house it doesn't cancel out his love for the thrill of some public fun.

As for trying new things, he's down to try everything at least once - unless it falls in the No criteria I mentioned earlier. All you have to do is bring it up and you can automatically consider him signed up and strapped in, ready to try it.

S= Stamina (how long they last in bed)

The speed may or may not directly relate to how long he lasts. He can get at least two rounds - a solid hour/hour and a half - under his belt before breaking a sweat.

T= Toys (do they own and and are they down to experiment with them)

I have a feeling there is a box, hidden in a dark corner of a closer or under his bed, containing a small collection of sex toys. If you're game to use him, he'd love nothing more than take them out to play.

U= Unfair (are they a tease)

To an infuriating degree. He'd even mock you when you whine, beg or get frustrated with his teasing.

It's music to his ears.

V= Volume (how loud are they during sex)

Mark is vocal but not loud.

He exhibits his satisfaction and pleasure with mainly sighs and groans, all at a pretty low volume. But he's also very expressive during sex - praising/degrading you accordingly or dirty talking you over the edge. All in a whispered or hushed tone that makes it all the hotter.

W= Wild Card

Remember how I said he's not a big fan of masterbating? Well, when he has to resort to it he has a certain way of making it much more pleasurable...

Photos and videos you two have taken during the act or right afterwards in your disheveled states.

It's his personal collection, safely tucked away in a dark hidden corner of his computer memory.

X= X-Ray (what are they packing)

I'm sorry, I can't. I just can't. I've sinned enough tonight LMAOO

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

Name: Mark

Status: Permanently horny

Z= Zzzz (*yawn*)

I already mentioned a cuddle sesh earlier and I will now add onto it to say that, although he tries his best not to, he does fall asleep rather quickly and deeply. How could he not when he feels so much comfort with his arms wrapped around you. When he falls asleep to the sound of your breathing and heartbeat, it's the most peaceful slumber he's ever had.

[spiderwcd]

Stalked | s.g. 

pairing: Sam Golbach x influencer ! f ! reader 

summary: They knew something was off, but they never imagined it to be this bad.

Warning(s): angst! stalkers, breaking in, fear, profanity, mentions of a weapon

A/N: honestly first time writing angst, so forgive me if it's really bad, ALSO, please read the last note, I need your guys opinion on something.

images from pinterest ! 

Sam loved y/n, so much so that Sam let her finally move in. Well rather, they made it official. She had practically lived with Sam for a year now, always sleeping over and leaving all her things around his house. 

It was great, she loved waking up to Sam every morning and making him breakfast. She adored how he'd show up for some of her streams and talk to her fans. Sam was the love of her life, there's no doubt behind that. 

But recently something was off. 

It started off with a few overly creepy dm's, saying perverted things to her. She would block them but they seemed to never go away, assuming as they made multiple accounts to send the horrid messages. 

But then she felt like she was being watched, going out in public became sketchy for her. She noticed a hooded man in the coffee shop she frequented or around the corner in the supermarket. 

Then, it was getting really out of hand. She would receive random packages from fans all the time, opening them on her live stream and laughing at gag gifts. But it was odd to receive gifts on her front porch, when she regularly received gifts via a P.O. Box. She had opened one, regretting it to this day. 

In the box were various pictures of her around town, heart shapes surrounding her face. On top was a letter, long story short, she realized it was a stalker. 

Sam and y/n tried to figure out a way to put a restraining order, but couldn't due to the fact that they didn't know this said man's identity. 

Unfortunately, enough was enough. All she could do was go on another live stream tonight, explaining reasons why she wouldn't be streaming anymore. She propped up the camera, Sam in the back for moral support. 

"Are you ready?" She weakly smiled. 

Sam nodded, reaching for her hand as she sat back down as many fans joined in. 

She tried to put on her bubbly personality, attempting to welcome many of the fans. 

"Hey guys," she waved to the camera. "How are you guys?" She asked, placing her other hand on her chin as she looked at the various comments. 

Her fans knew her all too well, quickly recognizing that something was wrong. 

'oh no, y/n you okay? you look sad :(' 

'woah, mom and dad look so serious!? Are we in trouble?!' 

Y/n smiled at the concern, "yeah, guys you have all been bad," she sternly pointed to the camera. "Right sam? We gotta take away their Xboxes." She turned over to Sam, causing him to chuckle. 

"Yeah guys, who shit in the kitty litter? The cat's shit is not that big!" He joked trying to lighten up the mood. 

Y/n smiled, squeezing Sam's hand a little stronger as she looked back at the camera.

"Alright guys, Imma wait a little longer for more people to get in just so they don't miss anything." She announced, continuing to read the comments. 

'mother is mothering' 

'y/n, ask sam when the next video is coming out?!' 

'y/n is so pretty guys :)' 

She turned to Sam, "they're asking about your next video, babe." She pointed out. "I don't know, I've been put under a contract not to discuss any future videos guys." She put her hands up in defeat. 

Sam grinned at her before looking up at the camera, "Well, Colby will kill me for saying anything, but we're working on something to record tomorrow actually." He raised his brows, pursing his lips a bit. 

"You heard it here folks, Sam is not retiring." She joked. 

As they were goofing off and joking around, the viewer count went up to nearly 50k. She was impressed by the amount, amazed by her followers. 

"Wow guys, there's 50 thousand of you here!" She cheered, raising her hands up into the air. "So now that we have a lot of your attention, don't get too distracted by this beautiful face." She pointed towards Sam. 

Sam dramatically covered his face, pretending to be flustered. "Oh, stop it guys!" He responded with a high pitched voice. 

Y/n playfully smacked his thigh as she giggled, "Well, so this is sorta sad news guys," she began, trying not to look at the comments. "But this will be my last stream for a little bit, just there's been stuff that came up and it's no longer safe for me to stream. I would go more in depth but again, for our safety I can't really say why." 

She held back tears as she glanced over to her comments, fans practically panicking. 

'what?! noooo :(' 

'omg what happened?!' 

'nauuur! I look forward to your streams :,('

Y/n gulped, holding back tears as she read the comments. "Yeah guys, it's only temporary," she sighed, Sam holding her hand as he laced his fingers with hers. "But it's just to ensure safety for me and my loved ones, it's only until this problem goes away guys. I just gotta say, I love you guys, you guys give me purpose and I'm so thankful for that, so I hope you guys understand."

She weakly smiled, reading the many comments of support and touched by their kindness. 

"Well with that guys, I'm just gonna end it here," she sighed, leaning towards her computer. "See you guys, hopefully soon." She blew a kiss into the camera before cutting the stream off. 

She let out a sigh as she sat back down in her chair, a creak emitting from it. Y/n looked over to Sam, who offered her a smile as he rubbed his free hand on top of hers. 

"You okay?" he asked her, furrowing his brows as worry coated his voice. 

She nodded weakly, "I will be," she replied. "I just hate to stop streaming, I really want this stupid stalker to like chill the fuck out." She groaned as she rubbed her face. 

"I'm sure it won't be long," Sam tried to comfort her. "I mean he hasn't been around for a while." Sam shrugged. 

Y/n couldn't help but stare off into the ceiling, taking Sam's words sink in, "That's true," she mumbled. "I've had stalkers before, but they were never this bad." She emphasized. 

Sam understood her frustration, he knew streaming was everything to her. She worked hard to please her fans, streaming every other night practically. He loved that about her, how caring she was and worked for her fans even when days weren't as good to her. 

"Well let's get some sleep, okay?" Sam patted her thigh, standing up from his seat. 

Y/n groaned, throwing her head back, "This feels so weird," She grumbled, mimicking Sam's movements and walking towards their bedroom. "Are you still going to that haunted hospital or whatever?" She asked him, removing her sweatpants and sweatshirt. 

"Yeah, but I can always stay here with you if you want," Sam answered, watching her movements. "I can always reschedule it." He offered. 

Y/n threw on one of Sam's t-shirts, jumping into bed next to him, "No, no, I'll be okay," She declined, stabilizing her head onto her hand. "I don't want you to disappoint your fans, plus the cameras you installed really give me a lot more comfort." She smiled, her heart warmed by his gesture. 

"Are you sure? I-I just don't know how I feel about leaving you here all alone." Sam sighed, pulling her close to his chest. 

"Yes, I'm sure sam." She laughed a bit, laying her head onto his chest. She listened to his heart beat against her ear, she breathed in deeply before looking up at sam. "I love you, you know that?" She whispered to him. 

Sam smiled down at her, placing his finger under her chin as he pulled her into a kiss. "I love you more." He whispered back, pecking her on her forehead. 

The next day, she watched as Sam packed various equipment into his bags. But he wouldn't stop pestering her about his offer, her refusing it every time. 

"Okay, baby I will call you when I land, i'll check the cameras often, oh, and update me every like hour," Sam commanded, his suitcase in hand as his backpack strapped to his back. "I don't care if you think it's annoying, I just need to make sure you're okay." 

Y/n laughed at his demands, kissing him on the cheek, "I promise, but youre gonna have to worry about Colby in about two seconds cause it looks like he's gonna drag you away." She joked, pointing at Colby in the car. 

Sam sighed, "He’ll be fine," He rolled his eyes playfully. "Okay, I love you like a million, please be careful, okay? Lock all the doors and keep the windows locked, I'll call Celina or someone to come and keep you company." He suggested, landing a quick peck on her lips. 

"Alright, love you too," She chuckled, embracing him into a long hug. "Okay, okay, now you have a safe trip okay? And make sure Colby brings you back in one piece." She joked. 

She watched as Sam ran towards the car, looking back every few steps as he blew her kisses. She noticed Colby rolling his eyes, impatient as is. 

Y/n sighed as she locked the door, making her way to the living room. She dropped down onto the couch as she exhaled a breath. She looked down on her phone, deciding to check up on her socials. 

She was surprised by the sheer amount of support she received, fans encouraging her. She smiled at the many comments, her smile soon fading away as she looked at the random drama article of hers. 

Streamer Y/N L/N, goes on break cause of STALKER?! 

She rolled her eyes, of course they're trying to profit on her vulnerability. She threw her phone down onto the pillows, standing up onto her feet as she made her way towards the kitchen. She figured she could distract herself and make something to eat. Usually when she was bored she would stream, but for obvious reasons she couldn't cure her boredom at that moment. 

After she had made some dinner, she turned on one of her favorite shows. She decided a few episodes wouldn't hurt to catch up on, resting her head onto a few pillows as stared at the screen. 

A season and a half in, she heard her phone ding. She picked it up, letting the phone turn on and the message displayed on her screen. 

sam: 

just landed! How are things over there?

Y/n started typing out her answer, trying not to make it sound depressing as it felt. 

y/n:

great, i'm just watching some of my shows right now :)

It didn't take long for the phone to ding again, Sam's response delivered onto her phone screen yet again. 

sam:

sounds good

Do you want some company? I could send Jake or even Celina over

y/n:

I think i'll be okay for now

I prolly will be up for a while anyway so i'll let you know

sam:

okay, be safe babe 

I love you 300 million tons baby!!!

Y/n smiled at the text, seeming to miss her boyfriend even more now. 

y/n:

well I love you 300.01 million tons!

She shut off her phone, tossing it back to where it last was. She blankly stared into the TV screen as she tried to focus on the show. Her eyes began to grow heavy, slowly beginning to grow more tired. 

It didn't take long before she found herself sleeping on the couch, the random show adding as a background noise.

She awoke from her sleep, hearing her phone buzzing next to her. She fluttered her eyes, looking outside at the now dark night that had overtaken the evening sun as she slept. 

She groaned as she picked up her phone, Sam's name displaying on her screen with his photo on it. She mentally cursed herself for falling asleep, forgetting to update Sam. Y/n slid the answer button, bringing the phone up to her ear. 

"Hey, sorry I fell asl-." But before she could answer, Sam cut her off with panic in his voice. 

"Babe, Babe?! Are you okay?" Sam frantically asked. "Where are you right now?" He added, panic rising in his voice. 

Y/n furrowed her brows, confused on why he had begun panicking over not updating him on her whereabouts. 

"I'm just home, in the living room right now." She sighed, rubbing her eyes out of her tired state. 

"Okay, okay, please tell me you locked all the doors and windows," Sam sternly replied. 

Y/n stood up, noticing the TV had still been blaring. "Yeah, I locked the front door when you left and the backdoor had been locked, what's going on sam, you're really freaking me out." She grumbled. 

"Y/n, please listen to me very carefully," Sam began, shaking in his voice. She heard him talk to another person in the back, something about a ride to the airport. "Go to our bathroom, and lock the door, please baby." He panted, hearing a car door shut in the background as he began to run. 

Y/n just was more confused, but complied with his instructions. She began walking towards their bedroom, but froze when she heard a sound from downstairs. The sound of glass shattering echoed from the home. 

She sprinted towards the bedroom, locking the door and entering the bathroom connected to it. She swiftly locked the bathroom door, backing away as she tried to cover her heavy breathing. 

She forgot she was on a call with Sam, faintly hearing his loud shouts for her. She brought the phone back to her ear, barely stabilized in her shaking hand. 

"Y/n!? y/n!? What happened?! Y/n, please answer me!" Sam shouted, calling out for her. "Was that glass breaking?!" He called out. 

"Y-Yeah, I just heard someone fucking break a window or something downstairs," Y/n whispered into the phone. "Sam, I-I'm scared." Her voice cracked as tears began to spill onto her cheeks. 

Sam cursed a bit in the background, "Fuck, it’s gonna be okay baby, I promise." His voice shook, distressed as he felt hopeless in this situation. "Colby called the police so they should be over there any moment, just stay there and don't make a sound, okay?" He informed her. 

Before y/n could respond, she heard faint heavy footsteps make their way up towards the stairs. It seemed as if he had stopped at the end of the staircase, in front of the living room.

"Sam, I-I think he's upstairs," Y/n sobbed softly. "I’m so fucking scared, Sam." She whimpered out.

Sam cursed yet again on the other side, clearly frustrated and worried. "It's gonna be okay, Colby's still on the line with the cops, they said 5 more minutes, okay? Just don't say anything, it's g-gonna be okay." She heard Sam's frustrated sniffs as his voice cracked. 

Slowly, the footsteps became louder. They thudded with each step, slowly making their way towards the locked bedroom. Y/n felt hot tears stream down her hot cheeks, her heart pumping as if she ran a marathon. 

But then the footsteps stopped at the door to the bedroom. She listened carefully, her ears perking up to every sound. 5 minutes will feel like eternity. She listened as the door handle started jiggling to their bedroom, with a frustrated man's voice as he kicked the door once, then twice and with a loud crack as it swung and hit the wall.

She let out a scared squeal, Sam still shouting for her on the other side. She didn't dare to move, still intently listening as the man rustled around the room, trying to find something or someone. 

She could practically feel her heart beating out of her chest, feeling nothing but pure fear as the man began stepping closer to the bathroom door. 

Y/n found it odd when the man knocked. She didn't answer, letting yet another tear slip out of her eye. But she found it even more odd that he slipped a piece of paper under the door, seemingly blank. 

Y/n prayed that the police would arrive any moment, rescue her from this nightmare. But mostly wanting Sam to be there for her, to protect her. 

She shut her eyes, bringing the phone to her ear again. Sam kept calling out for her, freaking out. "Sam, If something happens, I-I love y-you okay?" She sniffed softly as she whispered softly into the phone. 

"Y/n, don't say that! You're gonna make it just a little long-" as Sam was about to finish his sentence, the door cracked just like the one in the bedroom. 

She jumped, tears spilling as she let out a sob. Just as quickly as he opened the bedroom door, the door ricocheted against the wall. She felt herself shake like a leaf as her back pressed up against the bathtub, watching intently as everything moved very slowly. 

The background noise of Sam's voice and everything else drowned as she heard her heart beating, eyes glued to the broken door. The man slowly stepped closer inside the bathroom, turning his head very menacingly.

The masked man creeped into the bathroom, the glimmer of a blade in his hand. She let out a sob as she turned her head away, shutting her eyes shut as she prayed it was a nightmare she woke awake from.

She could practically feel his breath on her face, now kneeling in front of her. His hand at first moved to her face, tracing his fingers on her wet skin but then moving his attention to the phone clutched in her hand. He scoffed as he snatched the phone out of her hand, bringing it to his ear. 

"Y/n? Y/n?! answer me, please." Sam begged on the other line. 

"She's unavailable at the moment." The man's deep voice rang out in the bathroom. 

"Dont you dare fucking touch her," Sam spat through the phone, gripping onto his phone with anger. "I swear to God, I will fucking kill you." He growled. 

The man chuckled a bit, amused by his threats, "Well, I don't see you anywhere." He laughed. 

Before Sam could give an answer, the man hung up the phone and set it down onto the counter. He turned back ever so slowly to her, staring down at the floor to avoid eye contact with her stalker. 

He kneeled back down, looking at her as she cried. 

"You're much prettier than I expected," He laughed, running his finger on a strand of her hair. "Don't be scared, only brought this if your little boyfriend would get in the way." He smirked under his mask, tilting the knife. 

As y/n froze up, tensing under his touch, she heard the loud sirens pulling closer to her house. The red and blue lights filling up the room, causing the man to jolt up and look at her one last time. 

"This isn't over." He mumbled, running out of the bathroom. 

With him gone, she let out a sob as it rang throughout her body. She covered her face, trying to calm down and reassure herself it was all over. 

Y/n heard the shouts of a police officer, warning the man to get down. She heard frantic footsteps run down the hall, afraid it was the man again. 

But instead it was a female officer, her gun drawn out and a flashlight shining onto y/n's face. She lowered her weapon, turning to her shoulder as she spoke through the walkie. 

"Are you y/n?" She kneeled down to her level. 

Y/n nodded, "Y-Yes." she let out.

The officer reached for her hand, helping her up. Y/n's legs shook as she stumbled forward slightly, apologizing as she straightened herself up. 

"It's okay, you have no need to apologize." She reassured, beginning to walk her out of the bathroom. 

"T-That paper, he slid it under the door when I was locked in h-here." She pointed with trembling hands. 

The officer nodded, kneeling as she lifted the paper. Y/n couldn't help but peek at the paper, curiosity eating at her. 

From what it looked like, it was a love note as he declared his love for her. The officer's face retorted into a one with disgust, hiding it quickly from y/n. 

"This will be put into evidence, my other officer will take you down to question you," She informed y/n, letting one of the other officers grab her arm and lead her down the hall. 

Y/n's eyes wandered to the broken bits of wood that was flown across the room, their bedroom in complete disarray. She noticed that the same knife he had carried was now lodged into the broken door that hung loosely on the hinges, on the door was a picture of her and sam. Sam's face was scribbled on, with a few profanities scratched around. 

Y/n felt sick to her stomach, unable to hold back tears as she trembled down the hall. The street was filled with cop cars, neighbors coming out to investigate the commotion. She spaced out, deep into thought as the police officer's informed her about the break in. 

Y/n simply nodded, still in shock. Then she noticed a figure run up to her, Sam. She felt tears spilling out again and a wave of relief washed over her as she watched him sprint towards her, hugging her as he panted and sobbed into her hair. 

"Thank fucking god," Sam cried, rubbing her hair as she trembled in his arms. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. I should've never left you alone." He cried, stroking her hair as he comforted her. 

She peaked over his shoulder, the flashes of blue and red covered the streets. She watched as the officers handcuffed the now revealed man as his mask had been removed, pushing him into the back of the cop car. Y/n quickly looked away, determined not to be afraid of him any longer. As long as she had Sam, she was safe. 

She didn't say anything, soaking his sweatshirt with her tears. He didn't let go of her, talking to the police as they interrogated him to find the story.

"Hey, can we do this another time?" Sam snapped, holding y/n as she rested her head onto his chest. "I would love to answer your questions, but she's been through a lot and I need her to rest." He sighed, stroking her hair softly. 

The officer understood, handing him a card. They thanked them for their time, getting into the car as they sped away. Y/n sniffled, gripped onto Sam's arms tightly, as if he would leave again. 

"You guys can stay at my place for the meantime," Colby offered. "I know your house is sort of a crime scene right now, and your doors are completely wrecked. I have the space." He added. 

Sam nodded, thanking his best friend. Y/n hasn't said anything to Sam, still traumatized from her experience. She sat silent in the car, holding onto Sam's hand tightly as they drove. Sam couldn’t help but glance at her, guilt building up inside him. 

When they had finally reached Colby's house, Sam followed y/n around. He was so afraid to leave her side again, y/n was comforted by his presence but she knew he had blamed himself for it. 

Y/n laid on the bed, glancing at her phone as she looked at the many articles about her. She frowned at the media article, turning off her phone when she noticed Sam enter the room. Sam jumped into the bed, letting out a deep breath as he stared up for a moment. 

"It's not your fault sam," Y/n began, causing Sam to avert his gaze to her. "If anything, I'm glad you weren't there, you didn't see what I saw." She added, looking over to him. 

"Y/n-" Sam started, but was ultimately cut off by y/n.

"No Sam, don't blame yourself, I told you to go," her voice cracked, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. "He would've hurt you, o-or killed you." She let out a sob. 

Sam didn't say anything, pulling her into his chest as she let out tears. He whispered to her that everything's gonna be okay, kissing her head as he petted her hair.

"T-There wasn't much you could do, Sam," She whispered, sniffing. "He came there to hurt you, you did the right thing to call the cops." She commented, looking up at her boyfriend. 

Sam half smiled down at her, "I know, just I wish I was there to protect you, I'm sorry." He mumbled, sniffing back tears. 

She smiled, placing her palm onto his face. "It's okay Sam, I'm okay," She reassured. "I have you around me to protect me now." She shushed softly. 

Sam nodded, reaching for her hand off his face. "It's all over," He sighed. "That's all that matters, you're safe." 

Sam wrapped his arms around her, her head pressed against his chest as she listened to his heart beat gently against her ear. It didn't take long for her to finally rest, his scent and gentle heartbeat to soothe her to sleep. 

"I'm never leaving you ever again." Sam whispered to her, kissing her head. 

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

hey guys, thanks for reading!

so now for my question, I want to know if you guys would like smut from me. I have a few works saved, but I'm so nervous that you guys wouldn't like it so please please PLEASE let me know if its something you'd like :)

thanks for your attention!

[3d-wifey]

NSFT Alphabet: Star (poly!lost boys + Michael) Edition

A/N: I needed to add my girl Star to the equation. It's been a WIP for ages, but I decided to finish it to give my brain a little break from writing Chapter 14 of the Finnick story---which should be the next thing I post. This is to be read in conjecture with the nsfw alphabet: poly!lost boys edition since it's all the same universe.

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

Out of all of your partners, you and Star are certainly the closest. Emotionally, at least. When it's just the two of you, it always ends in caressing skin, giggling, and whispering declarations of love to each other. All in all, it's very soft. You're very soft on each other. If you're with the other boys, she'd love for you to lay on her while the two of you watch them goof around.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Her favorite body part of hers is her legs. She loves how it feels when you rub your hands up and down them. She especially loves wrapping them around your waist. She loves all of you, especially your hips. She's insatiable, standing behind you with her hands gripping your sides, always touching. She can't get enough of you.

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

She loves it when you cum on her strap. That way she can fuck into your mouth while she makes you clean it off. She loves coming on your face the most. The pure joy in your eyes when she puts her full weight on your face is almost as gratifying as the orgasm.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This is a shared one between you and her. The boys will usually send you out together to lure them a meal or two in. I mean, the combined beauty and seductive power between you two is enough to make a nun break her vows. 

And whenever that happens, Star has the nifty idea to play up the flirting, so to speak. You could very well get the job done with fleeting touches and coy smiles, instead, Star hangs off of the arm of one guy and you play with the hair of another. Of course, in full view of the boys. The entire point is to make them jealous. And when David, because obviously, confronts you both about it with snippy little comments like "Have fun, girls?" or "You two were playing longer than expected." You just shrug with innocent smiles and hold hands. After all, they're the ones that told you to seduce the prey. They can't get too upset at their own idea, especially when it works so well (they can and they do). 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Star was turned in the 70s, the era of free love, so she's had her fair share of partners. That being said, she has more experience with girls than she does with boys. So you're in good hands.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Need I say more? I will say more. She loves being on top of you as you grind your wet cunts together. What's not to love? From up there, she can dictate the pace and just how hard she wants to go. Watching you writher and whine under her, the sounds of your begging, and just how wet you both are. It makes her feel desperate to reach her high until she grinds faster and faster against you. 

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

She might grace you with one of her angelic laughs every now and then. But honestly, it's almost always a very giggly affair. You're a couple of giggly girls in love. 

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Picture this: you're at Woodstock, you're on crazy hard drugs, the guy on stage is on crazy hard drugs, the people you're having an orgy with are on crazy hard drugs. It's a time of peace and nature and free love, man. You don't need any of that consumer shit the Man says you do, like razors or scissors or basic hygiene. That kind of mindset has sorta stuck with Star even after she turned. But she does trim it before it can get too wild. So, think more of a shrub than a bush.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Now, you're speaking her language. The only person who can rival her in this department is Dwayne, but why would you pit two queens against each other? Between the two of them, you're gonna be showered in so many romantic gestures you'll get a rash in the shape of a heart. 

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

No need ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Enthusiastic consent: There’s something about the desperation of your begging, it’s a heady feeling knowing just how much you want her.

Mommy Kink: You may have awakened Michael's, but he awakened hers. Now, it's almost guaranteed that whenever you and Star have sex with the boys, they're getting dominated. You're a tag team, a dynamic dom duo. Everybody say “thank you” to Michael. You give up the reins to her whenever it's just you two. Good choice. 

Overestimation: To others, of course. Even if you think you can't cum anymore, she surprises you by coaxing another and another and—you get it. Doesn't stop until you and your pussy are crying (Paul loves to be a witness to this). The guys aren't exempt from it. When the dynamic dom duo is loose, the boys get to find out if that accelerated healing is fast enough to stop them from shooting blanks.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In her room, one of the surviving rooms of the sunken hotel the boys eventually cleared out for her and moved her bed into. 

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

Pain, but not her own. Odd, for how compassionate she is. She’s not getting horned up over Michael stubbing his toe or grievous harm done to her partners. There’s more nuance than that. Like, the first time you let her give you a piercing, she got alarmingly wet. That kind of pain. Regardless, you wanting her gets her going. Especially if you’re begging her even if you don’t have to considering she gives into you the easiest. 

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

No anal, that hole is off-limits. It's never interested her before, and it sure as shit doesn't now. Sorry, Marko. No period sex, for obvious reasons. If she thought resisting blood was hard before, boy was she in for a surprise. Your period is almost harder on her than it is on you! But she endures it because she loves her baby :(

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

Prefers to give you head even though she enjoys your mouth very much, hence why your period is a tricky time of the month for her—for the tribe as a whole, honestly. The boys are especially greedy around that time, they make you feel like a damn capri-sun but at least they take care of your cramps. While the boys are enjoying breakfast in bed, Star and Michael learn the true meaning of restraint. 

Prefers to get head from the boys though. Queen shit.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on many factors and what position. She's strapping you down from the back? Fast and deep strokes. Missionary? She's going slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch despite your begging for her to go faster. Tribbing? Fast and rough, she's usually just as desperate as you to cum. The pace with the boys depends on who she's with and if it's more than one person.

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

Quickies for y'all involve either fingering or oral. The boys might like the thrill of doing it in public, but she prefers the cave where she can lay you out the way she likes. But, she will be taken by the urge to make you cum, and if it just so happens to be in public? Welp. Que her fingers honing in on your G-spot in a truly diabolical fashion. It feels like she knows the intricacies of your vagina better than you do. (Off-topic side note: it's a toss-up between her and Dwayne for who makes you squirt for the first time.)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said for the boys. Safe, sane, consensual—but, unlike them, she actually cares about the sane and safe part too. It's hard to consider much of anything a risk that isn't garlic, holy water, stakes, and the sun. If it's something all parties involved are okay with, then Star is too. (Still no anal).

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

Supernatural stamina, even as a half-vampire. Goes for a loooooong time, especially with that overestimation kink. If it's just the two of you, you won't even remember how many rounds there's been. Truly insatiable, you'll need someone to tap in (likely Michael).

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Strap-on, obviously. You actually go pick it out with her since, you know, you're the one she's using it on. Michael tags along. She mainly tops whenever y’all break the strap out. Even if you're wearing it, she's riding you.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

She loves to tease. She’s not teasing you, you're her baby, and she can't deny you anything. Now, the boys are a different story. She much prefers to tease them with you. 

Something she likes to do with you when they’ve pissed her off, or pissed you off, or just because she wants to is to start making out and feeling each other up in the cave while the boys are distracted with wrestling or smoking or doing something other than doting on their pretty girlfriends. 

But the gag is, the boys aren't allowed to join in. It’s always so fun getting them desperate and seeing their reactions. You two usually make a bet about who’ll cave and approach the two of you first. They typically send in Michael or Dwayne since Michael typically isn’t the one pissing you off and Dwayne is, well…he’s Dwayne.

It’s even more fun to do it on the boardwalk because their pride won’t let them grovel like they need to in order for you and Star to let them in on the fun. So they’re forced to watch and not touch.

And if anyone is dumb enough to say anything in front of your five very protective/quick-to-anger boyfriends when they’re already frustrated, well, free meal, am I right?

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

Ah, so pretty. Surprisingly raspy. Low tones and sweet moans. She really makes you feel her voice.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

This goes for the whole tribe actually, but she can smell when you’re ovulating. Yeah, and it affects her viciously. Especially when it falls a week after your period. She’s a weak woman, she’s already had to abstain from you for, like, a week. She needs her fix. Truly, as soon as you step foot into that cave when you’re ovulating, you’re getting accosted by seven ANIMALS (>)0o0)>

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

A perky B cup with brown nipples that get hard even when it's not cold. A proud member of the FPS, Fat Pussy Society

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

Very high, and she is a fiend. But she’s also a lady, so she wears her horniess better than the guys.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Like I said in the aftercare, you’re very soft together and then you pass out together. It’ll really happen between one blink and the next. Suddenly you’re kissing each other, and then, bam! You’re drooling and snoring together. The boys find it adorable, sans Michael who’s passed out with y'all. Makes their undead hearts skip a beat.

[loving-jack-kelly]

davey jacobs is sixteen years old and clutching his brother's elbow as they show up for their first day on the job. he's worried that he can't handle this, worried to set a bad example, worried that he won't be good enough and worried his family will go hungry.

these boys are different from him. they're loud and carefree, they have black eyes and dirt on their faces and holes in their shirts barely mended in much rougher stitches than davey's mama's careful fingers leave behind. they wrap their arms around each other and steal from each other and laugh and give it back, they roughhouse and curse and even the smallest of them looks like he could hold his own in a fight in a way that davey knows he couldn't.

but none of that matters, because what matters is that davey is here to feed his family, and he's here to watch out for les. what the other boys do can't get under his skin, he can't be intimidated by them and god knows he can't wish he was more like them, because he has a role to fill. and it's big brother. it's role model. it's bread winner. it's not friend or goof-off or wisecracker.

but these boys don't accept that. davey watches, helpless, while jack teaches les to tell a convincing lie. while les learns to wrestle in a way they've never been allowed at home. davey watches, helpless, while finch teaches les to pick a pocket and romeo teaches les how to be a distraction while he steals fruit from a vendor. davey watches, helpless, and tries to force himself to stick to the parts he has to play. he doesn't make up a headline because his father taught him not to lie. he doesn't steal because he believes in working for what he needs to survive. he doesn't waste time on silly games, he doesn't let them rope him into their stupid arguments, he doesn't get distracted by the easy camaraderie they seem so determined to spread to him like a disease.

davey has a role to play, and feeding his family doesn't include any of those things.

he doesn't let it bother him when jack throws an arm around his shoulder or pulls him by the tie to someplace new. he doesn't let himself think about what it means when jack laughs and davey's heart beats faster. he doesn't let himself get distracted by the way jack gets a faraway look in his eyes and starts talking about stars and the moon and dreams and plans and hopes in a way that davey has never allowed himself.

davey has a role to play, and falling in love with somebody like jack kelly has nothing to do with it.

every night, davey manages to pull les away from his new friends and brush off the dirt to make it a little less obvious to their parents how little control he has over les during the day. every night, davey dutifully hands the coins they've earned over to abba and promises to do the same tomorrow. every night, davey pretends not to ache with how badly he wishes he was the same as les, that he could come home every night with stories of friends and not just sore feet and the promise of more of the same tomorrow.

and then, davey starts a strike. he knows these boys who are so different from him a little better now. he knows that, for all the playing they do and all the happiness they seem to have, they've been jealous of him since they day they found out he had a family. jealous of the roof over his head, no matter how cramped the apartment. jealous of his shoes that don't have to be lined with old papers when it rains. he knows that for all the playing they do, they work twice as hard. he knows they don't understand why he's so stiff and serious, and that's okay, because he also knows that they deserve better and he doesn't have to understand them to want better for them and for himself, too.

davey starts and strike with jack, and the two of them stand in front of all of these boys and with jack's understanding of who they are and davey's words to describe what they want, what the deserve, from the people trying to starve them...

this is a role davey can fill. what is a big brother if not a leader? what is a leader if not a role model? davey can do this, he knows he can, and for the first time he can remember he's not resigned to be who he has to be, he's proud of it. these boys are different from him, louder and sillier and rougher, but they swallow him into their group and laugh with him, not at him, and they listen when he talks. they put les on their shoulders and promise to keep him safe and davey knows now he can trust them, so he does.

and when jack, the noble idiot, tries to leave them behind, davey holds his own. he's never been more angry in his life, angry at jack and at pulitzer and at the world that's let them be treated like this for so long, and when he starts talking the equally angry kids at the rally shut up and listen. they listen when he talks and trust him enough to let him go talk some sense into jack, and this time, when davey goes home, even though there's less food on the table than there should be and mama and sarah look worried all the time, abba looks proud. proud that his son is taking a stand and proud that his son is refusing to back down from the hardships.

and when the strike is over, davey finds, the roles he has to fill come a lot more naturally and also don't matter much at all. he's a big brother when les runs off with his friends, and he'll be a big brother when he finds him again after lunch. he's a role model when he stays after sundown at the lodging house to help a little kid learn his letters, and he'll be a role model when he kisses his mom on the cheek and gives her the money from a long day's work. he's a breadwinner when he calls out an exciting headline from a street corner, and he'll be a breadwinner when he places a lucky bet on one of race's stupid card games and gets an extra thirty cents from the pot.

he likes it better this way.

now, when davey gets to the yard in the morning, he doesn't hold tight to les's elbow. he doesn't worry so much. these boys aren't so different from him. now, he laughs when les scales the gate before it opens just to prove he can, and he laughs when jack throws an arm around his shoulders, and he laughs when finch hits him square in the nose with a balled-up scrap of yesterday's headline. now, he's learned to take and throw a punch and stands his ground when oscar and morris try to act like they own the place. now, he notices his voice getting louder and prouder when he's with these boys until he matches them completely.

now, when jack gets that faraway look in his eye, davey lets himself sigh and talk about the things he'd do, if he could ever leave. he never will, he knows, because he loves his family and he'd never leave them behind. but he lets himself imagine, like jack, just for a few minutes at a time that he could afford to get out. go to university, maybe, write a book. or write headlines of his own, chase the stories that excite him and write them for others to read.

and now, somehow, he finds himself letting himself think about the things he's avoided so completely before. somehow, he finds that it isn't so scary, the way jack laughs. when jack says, stay the night why don't you? and davey can't come up with an excuse better than the lies jack so readily supplies (say you walked too far, it was too late, we had to go to Brooklyn and you stayed the night over there, c'mon, it'll be fun) and somehow, lying doesn't seem like the end of the world anymore. somehow, it doesn't seem to scary to spend the night lying with his shoulder pressed against jack's on the rooftop, the night just cold enough that they don't want to be far apart. noise comes up from the bedrooms below them, and the city around them, but somehow this rooftop feels isolated and silent anyway.

and somehow, when jack asks, would you get out? if you could?

davey says, no. i couldn't leave you behind.

and it doesn't feel like a betrayal. he's still a big brother. still a role model. still a breadwinner.

but this time, he's also a kid in love for the first time, and somehow, he knows that's okay.

[tealfling]

🔞NSFW alphabet🔞 ~ Syvaris

There's going to be lots of mention of his partner Dwylla who belongs to @faerunsbest

A- aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Syvaris is pudding afterwards. He puts in the work. So he likes to take a moment to bask in it and get some good cuddles in, but he knows they eventually need to clean up. He gets Dwylla whatever she needs: water, a snackie, a relaxing bathy where they can soak together and massage each other's big strong muscles. Then it's back to cuddle mode.

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

Syvaris has alot of body to choose from. If he had to choose it'd probably be his hands. They're so versatile.

On Dwylla it's hard to pick one part of a perfect body. Maybe something from her beautiful face. Like watching her eyes change expressions or her soft sweet mouth.

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

He likes to make her come a lot and he makes a darn good creampie. Syvaris wouldn't normally blow his load on her, but if she asked, who is he to deny her?

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

Thank goodness for the ability to steel his mind as a monk or he would have cum far too quickly for his liking their first time.

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

Former fuck boy. Much like Halsin, Syvaris has had enough partners and experience to know exactly what he's doing. Syvaris knows how to hit or lick every spot to get her arching, shaking, and spasming around him. Dwylla's getting dicked down good y'all.

F = Favorite position 

Alright so, it might seem like Syvaris likes a good ol'missionary position with lots of eye contact and easy access to Dwylla's face and mouth, for kissing and check ins-- because he does..no doubt. It affords him all that and allows him to use his body to cage Dwylla in so that she feels safe, but he also really likes when she rides him bc that means she's comfortable enough with him and their surroundings to give herself that moment. She also looks really hot bouncing on his cock.

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

Syvaris is a huge goof ball. There are moments that call for seriousness and reverence sure, but he and Dwylla have a lot of silly, giggley sex too. Especially if something funny happens in the moment. They're going to laugh and not let it kill the mood.

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

I don't think tieflings have a lot of body hair, but Syvaris has immaculate hygiene. He's got nice long silvery hair in that cunty little man bun that's great for pulling.

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

He's very attentive and in the moment. Syvaris is a big romantic softie and utterly obsessed with Dwylla. Lots of kisses and eye contact. Whispering praises. Checking to make sure she feels good.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Syvaris doesn't do a lot of that now that he and Dwylla are having frequent sex. But he probably needed to handle himself once or twice before they started sleeping together. But now they do it together.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise or Cockwarming

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Probably their house. But really anywhere. ANY. WHERE. No place is sacred.

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

He's a horny (former) fuck boy. It doesn't take much to get him going. Dwylla's really hot though and they were basically verbally edging each other with teasing for days before they finally got it in. Dwylla will probably eventually have him trained down to a phrase or a look. She's free to have him whenever she pleases and he's happy to serve.

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

Syvaris would never do anything that inflicts pain, degradation, or makes him look intimidating. Nothing that resembles or could be interpreted as violence or abuse. He's a big soft boy. It's why he always refused to be a soldier. These are hard lines especially when it comes to being physical with Dwylla. She's suffered enough violence and physical pain. She will never know anything but softness and pleasure by his hand. Dwylla deserves to be worshipped and Syvaris is on his knees.

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

Let me tell you. Syvaris dives in FACE FIRST. The man eats and breathes, lives and dies between the thighs, okay? If not meant to eat pussy, why blessed with a FORKED TONGUE? He's all up in there. Syvaris can be a messy eater, but he likes to lick his messes clean. He always starts off by making Dwylla cum on his tongue at least once. He really enjoys when she grabs his horns to pull him into her to grind on or if she has to use them for support while she rides his face. Syvaris doesn't leave that holy place until her thighs snap shut or she pushes him off. And if he dies, his last meal was worth it.

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

It depends on the mood. He likes taking his time. Syvaris' main goal is Dwylla's pleasure and comfort, so he likes to spend lots of time enjoying the moment. He also knows he's a lot to take and doesn't want to hurt her so Syvaris doesn't tend to go in for the pile drive unless Dwylla tells him to fuck her senseless.

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

While his preferences are the long nights tangled in their bed, Syvaris is no stranger to quickies. It's not uncommon at all for him and Dwylla to steal away for a quickie whenever the mood strikes them. Dwylla's been bent over and pressed up against so many things in so many places. They're probably doing it somewhere right now. No where is sacred. No. Where.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)

As long as no one is at risk of getting hurt, or it doesn't cross a boundary, Syvaris is game to try anything.

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

Energizer Bunny. Syvaris is a monk. His physical stamina, off the charts. But his monk training also affords him methods to center and ground his mind. He could last all night, but that's no fun. He's got to get several rounds in at least.

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

Syvaris is indifferent to the idea of toys. Whether they are owned or used is completely up to Dwylla. He considers himself her toy in a way, considering what he's packing and his tail doesn't feel like he needs anything else.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease. Alot of verbal teasing went on between Syvaris and Dwylla before they got physical. They both do their fair share of teasing in public. Depending on what sort of mood Syvaris is in that will continue to the deed where he can draw things out.

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

Syvaris isn't very loud. He makes breathy moans, groans, and panting noises. And he likes to whisper husky praises in Dwylla's ear.

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

Syvaris is basically free use for Dwylla and she has them spending a lot of their 'down time' cockwarming.

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

The big dick energy™ just doesn't come from his personality. He's literally on the verge of monster cock between his natural size, the tiefling ribbed for her pleasure/ridges, and knot. He's a lot to take in, but Dwylla takes him so well ~~

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

Very high. They can't keep it in their pants. It's how they show affection and express their feelings. And that's not including the tiefling heat/rut cycles.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not too quickly. He has a lot of stamina and likes to cuddle. Whenever they're finally done and ready for bed, he pulls Dwylla close so they can talk and Syvaris either rubs her back or caresses her face until they fall asleep.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

Cap (evil beast who plays with my emotions <3) lore questions for PN!! (unrelated to the thing i'm writing, i just realised i can just, well, ask you about the things i've been wondering about)

obviously if any of this veers off into spoilers territory or would lead to you pointing out something you wish to keep close to your chest, do just say :)

Numero Uno: i don't speak spanish not sure what that is, so we know that Juleka is every cats favourite human friend, is that just because its cute (valid) or is there more to why they flock to her? and does this happen to other miraculous holders? as i may just be forgetting something, apologies, but i don't remember if marinette has spoken about experiencing this as well

2) what was with the crows. tell me please. was it just for the.. i forgot its name- the really fucking cool thing which was amazingly written (metallica moment) or is this a new creature that follows her around due to symbolism or that you just wanted to use to foreshadow Cool Things Dead Ahead, once again, why are the other holders not experiencing this (or is it just 'off screen'?)

3) at the end of the chapter it was very very fast tonal change, civilians don't seem to be taking hawky boy as seriously as they should even those majorly affected, now this is obviously because a) he attacks with the stupidest looking guys b) no consequences due to ladybug and c) even the heroes seem to be content with goofing off, so will there be a tonal shift in public opinion as things become more serious or will that continue to be something they have to wrok against, the fact that as soon as an attack is over all fear of these events seems to dissipate (although we have seen that our core heroes seem to understand the severity of the situation slightly more) or am i being silly and the fast moving on is people posturing to not seem as affected?

4) are they being paid for the work they do...? like, i feel as though they should be and we all know that people like to throw money at things they like to show that affection, so even if it wasn't a government (or i suppose just the mayor) funded thing they would still end up with money from people. wait now i'm creating problems in my head of people pretending to be the heroes online to get money- scrap this one people would scam others if it was a thing <3 i just think it'd be nice if they were financially compensated... i feel like chloe would panic with more money and try to find a charity she likes only to end up making her own for very specific a very specific cause...

5) is there any fun world building things / lore that you want to discuss? i have for sure missed a lot of things i'm curious about this was just off the top of my head as i was musing about panthera, but its always interesting to see dealers choice

(bonus question, do you have specific real cats /designs in mind for minou and parrot? if so show us the beasts, in case you can't tell from the everything about me i like cats and would enjoy that greatly)

Number Hana! (lets learn some korean shall we?) Miraculous holders do indeed attract their animals! It's like a drawn magic thing. The animals aren't per say processed but they have this innate desire to follow and to find interest in the holder. (Marinette has been followed by ladybugs. Bees will follow Chloe soon. And so on and so forth.)

Number Dul! The crows are... lets say Juleka's thing. Not Panthera's thing. Not the cat miraculous's thing. Juleka's thing. Although.. half of those birds are only there cause they recognize and like her in an actual bird way and not a magic way. They hang around Rose's window a lot (both at the hospital and at home) and corvids have amazing memory on who is friend and foe!

Crows and Ravens- they're a sign of bad luck and death. They only started to show up around Panthera very recently. Imagine like, just days before Hero's Day they've started to show up more and more. Juleka finds them a bit, ominous, but is nice to them anyways as respect. Unfortunately this just attracts more birds, poor Adrien's allergies...

Number Set! I would say the in universe answer is more so "A" and just, the underlined layer of spite against Hawkmoth. Paris banded together and won against him, so their confidence is pretty high by the fact they somehow really did scare him off. Only the B Team are also goofing over it as well, though for them there's a slight edge, while our main two LB and PN are the most on edge.

As for the meta answer on why I wrote it like that- I just wanted you guys to have a sorta light reprieve from the angst. Some funny scenes to lighten the suffering I threw you guys into.

Number Net. Chloe's been trying their best to get them money!!!!!!! I can't remember if it's working or not.

Number Daseot. Hmmmmm.. Nothing comes to mind exactly.. I will say to keep an eye out for how I write Fei in the upcoming Shanghai chapters and how she relates to Juleka. Shanghai Special will be setting up some.. themes for Season 3. That's all.

(I got nothing on Minou he was just always a blobby void cat born from my mind. Parrot was designed a bit after my Nephew who is a cat and also the tiktok cat Reznor!)

[manybcdthings]

NICK BELCOURT — HEADCANONS

QUIRKS, HABITS AND MEMORIES

Nick always, without a doubt, has a song stuck in his head at any moment. It can be for an afternoon, for a few days or for weeks. The same part, sometimes not even the chorus or a part with any lyrics. It usually impacts Bella the most where the two of them keep singing/humming the same part over and over again and blaming the other for it getting stuck in the first place.

His lockscreen is a picture of Michon when Nick first visited, sitting just slightly in front of the other puppies and his mother with his head tilted. The moment Nick decided he was the best gift for Nadia.

Keeps receipts for all his conversations, probably because of Sebastian and Bella. He can pull up emails from 2009 if needed.

Is better at the ideas and planning of a situation than the physical work needed to get something done. He's capable when he can focus, but he usually can't so he's the one clutching the instructions and bossing everyone around.

Despite being very social and outgoing, Nick gets overwhelmed at parties etc and now he's older, doesn't really see a point in them. He attends if he needs to show his face, puts on a good show but usually needs a weekend to recharge his social battery.

Is a chatterbox but really, really values when he can share comfortable silences with other people.

Focuses the most when he listens to classical music, but doesn't want to seem obnoxious so makes do with indie folk in the background when he's working.

Somewhat clumsy but is never embarrassed by it, he can laugh anything of and move right along. Also doesn't mind if he's the butt of a joke to take the heat off someone else.

A lot of his volunteer work has been inspired by his sister, because Bella teaches him a lot about the environment and he admires her passion. His little garden at his and Seb's apartment is his personal project, wanting to plant as many things to attract and sustain bees lmao

Has had a handful of serious relationships, but usually while supporting and encouraging them to reach their goals and personal fulfillment, they've needed to separate because of distance etc.

Has worn the same chain since he was twenty, it was given to him by Aaron.

Is an information sponge and can seem fickle because he listens to all sides of a situation, even if they contradict one another and doesn't always place himself on either.

A portion of his salary goes to various charities but he never talks about it, even to defend himself, as it seems obnoxious to mention.

Considers himself religious but keeps his beliefs private and away from any discussions. Will happily listen to agnostic and atheist beliefs, and even agree with them.

Since he's never needed to drive, Nick isn't the best driver yet insists on being the driver when abroad. Chaos ensues.

Has different friend groups that are quite different from one another, and he has to actively align his personality to what group he's with. Slip ups have happened.

Has a soft spot for dogs, despite being raised around cats. He thinks cats are too aloof and dogs match his energy more. Literally would die if something happened to Michon.

Makes friends very easily when out, which can be a blessing and a curse.

Always tells friends to tell him when they're home safely, or asks for them to share location until they get home.

Every time he tries to have a quiet weekend alone, he gets pulled into something social and has a hard time saying no.

Animated and engaging talker, gestures a lot with his hands. Sebastian, Bella, Nadia and Gen can decipher what he's saying by his hands even if they can't hear him.

Is very gregarious and outgoing, doesn't care goofing around or being filmed, can seem quite loud and showing off because of it. The second he sees a phone pointed at him, he's playing up to it.

A good dancer and when drunk enough, gets into dance offs.

Loves watches and has a watch for every fit, it's probably the most materialistic he ever gets.

[wooahaes]

Oooo okok what about a soonyoung rivals to lovers au? I'm not sure what kind -

I usually imagine academic or something school related lol but I'm interested to see your take on it!

ooo... honestly i kind of like the idea of academic rivals hosh. it feels a lil unlikely (to see an au like that) bc i feel like a lot of ppl would put wonu/hao into tht role more than other members (i'd also say shua + gyu too tbh), but hosh def has some potential there.

college au. soonyoung is a communications major, so are you, and the two of you have kind-of had this friendly rivalry since day one. the only thing that scares people more than your rivalry is the idea of you two working together because they're pretty sure you'd be unstoppable. class debates are incredibly common between you two about different things, and occasionally those debates have been shut down because they did get entirely off topic. sometimes ppl swear that there should be a debate team.

(in the distance, you hear wonwoo go 'oh, that'd be interesting')

tbh i can't see him actually disliking you. he gets a lil heated sometimes during debates, but its all in good fun. both of you are passionate (its something he likes about you, as known by every single friend he has because he never shuts up about you), although he realizes at some point that he has no idea what you want to do with ur degree. he wants to do interviews n stuff or maybe public relations (there's an ongoing joke he chose the former because he wants to meet shinee).

and idk one day it just hits him that... at some point, he kinda started crushing on you? everyone else has known this for the past year. by some chance, the two of you end up paired up for a project. the two of you bicker in the library before getting kicked out by wonwoo, and soonyoung poses the fact tht the two of you would probably kill this assignment if you'd work together. so you Do and ppl are p sure the two of u are dating bc of how often soonyoung posts social media updates of the two of you together (sometimes after he's pulled you into goofing off). something something he confesses he's never really dated before: his mom wanted him to focus on school in high school, and then he just never rly had a serious relationship in college so far. id probs put reader in a similar boat of not having a ton of experience just to help them bond more.

anyway and then y'all kiss at the end after realizing ur Both pining over the other now. soonyoung fell first but u fell harder, ykno?

[elegantmarigold]

I'm going to go off of season 1 archives here, since we don't have enough data points about how far characters/relationships may or may not deteriorate in protocol yet. Anyway:

-S1 archives crew are experienced researchers. (+1 librarian but Martin has his own cleverness to bring to the table, see: the corkscrew exchange). I feel like those skills will at least somewhat translate.

-Sasha in particular is top of her game right now, she's clever and inquisitive. I'd say Jon also falls along those lines despite everything, also he's that stubbornness, if coaxed he's going to take this way too seriously. Tim is pretty reliable in his prime here too, and despite goofing around a bit he'd probably be up to the challenge. For Martin, again the corkscrew exchange, he brings ideas to the table too.

-despite Jon related tension they get along well enough. Also, if this is after colony Jon is much less harsh on Martin but that's definitely a big if. If we're talking pre-colony there might be some disaster moments and putting them together in an enclosed space feels like a bad idea. Tim and sasha are probably chill though.

-OIAR gang have less specialized skills, their job is just "hey read these things and label them"

-That said, they've got the character for it. Sam is earnest and has that inquisitiveness to look for clues. Alice is more clever than she tends to get credit for. Gwen has the stubborn pride too and if prodded she'll be too serious about it, but that hinges on the others. Celia so far seems pretty good at staying calm but also being determined enough to investigate.

-Alice also probably plays around a bit but her, Sam, and Celia are probably all pretty chill with each other. Alice and Gwen are probably going to be a distraction though, even if she drags Gwen in with her prodding they're probably pausing every few minutes to snipe at each other.

-Colin is a sticking point though. He's probably smart enough but he also probably doesn't want to be here and he's been getting real paranoid in the last few episodes. He might find clues but he is NOT going to communicate that. I fear Alice's influence is not enough to fix this, but she'll probably try.

-Also Gwen doesn't seem to work well with other people. She seems like someone who wouldn't like group projects, she's too individualistic and stuck in her ways. 50/50 on whether she does get involved and whether that actually helps.

-Getting Lena and Elias involved is equal points to both sides in brain-power but the vibes are ruined. Gwen would be at Lena's throat so that might be worse, but Elias is not someone anyone in the archives really actively seemed to want to hang out with so I think there's still some level of bringing down the mood.

So anyway both have their own strengths and weaknesses but I feel like OIAR is slightly worse off. Both would be really fun to watch though, because of the actual process and because of the inevitable drama that's going to happen. Do not let my compliments fool you I do in fact believe they're all disasters

enough episodes of protocol are out, let’s stop wasting our time and get to the REAL questions

[beyuwol]

the aftermath of next gen

the moment next gen concludes, with yuwol placing just one step out of bounds, he knows exactly what's waiting for him.

it only took a day for yuwol to be summoned to his family home, by nothing more than a vague phone call from one of the housekeepers. congratulations, she has said, and i'm sorry, she continued. he is expected to come by soon, and to pack for the week. yuwol suspects it might not be just a week, but he doesn't really say much in response ( there's no use, yuwol knows ).

a path of resistance wouldn't work out in yuwol's favour, no matter how many possible scenarios he runs through his head. signing up for next gen was, in part, one of those methods—but he's back here, on square one. rinse and repeat.

yuwol remembers visiting the family home during seollal, reuniting with the home he came to know for a brief moment, before being dragged around for every event his family had been a part of. it had felt daunting then, stepping into a cage of white walls that he never dreamed to step out of when he was a child. now, though, he realizes it's a lot worse returning, after tasting a smidge of what freedom could be like.

the living room is no better, simply a minimalist caricature of what could be a loving space. his parents sat on the larger sofa, leaving yuwol with the smaller one; perhaps to make him feel smaller by comparison too. they do not speak for a moment, allowing the silence to permeate. yuwol is familiar with this tactic too. they're giving yuwol space to think about the mistakes he has done, to ponder over everything he did wrong, send him down a rabbit hole he can't come out of, unless they call his name.

"yuwol," his father chooses then to speak. his gaze pierces through yuwol's soul, not a single hint of emotion within that man's eyes. yuwol thinks his own eyes look the same, sometimes. "you know why we called you over, don't you?" his father continues, asking a question that he requires no answer to.

despite knowing this, yuwol nods. he doesn't say anything.

"how could you do that to us?" his mother finally says her piece, unable to look at him—like yuwol had tainted the family name, smeared with dirt and soil. in their eyes, maybe that is the case. "we trusted you. have you forgotten? we let you have your own apartment, with the promise that you wouldn't slack off on your studies and your lessons. and instead, you chose to break that trust?"

his father cuts in subtly, placing a hand over his wife's knee, as if attempting to calm her down. but even her outburst is calculated, yuwol knows. "we allowed you to live independently, trusting you to know your priorities. but then we find out… you're competing in this… idol survival show?" his father lets out a breath, as if he had been holding back.

still, yuwol says nothing. he isn't given the chance to.

"there is nothing left to discuss," his father concludes, although yuwol was never an active participant in the aforementioned discussion. "you've broken your promise, plain and simple, yuwol. to think you'd be goofing off in such a competition… were you even able to gain anything out of it?"

another question, which yuwol doesn't need to answer. his father does, for him.

"clearly, not. because none of the companies signed you, and here you are. how many weeks did you waste? only to accomplish nothing?"

again, yuwol says nothing.

"you already know what will come after this, yuwol. we need you to prove that you're serious about your future, we need to know—definitively—that you aren't going to goof off just because we aren't watching you. you have to earn back our trust. do you understand?"

yuwol gives a nod, but doesn't say anything more.

"okay then," his mother picks up the conversation. "you'll be moving back home, and that's final. whether we'll allow you to return to your apartment or not is up for debate. right now, we have no plans for that. we can't trust you anymore, after all."

yuwol doesn't say anything—what can he say?

"you don't have to go back to get your things, we'll have the housekeepers deal with that. you already packed for the week, right? now, you're free to go to your room. we'll be discussing a revision to your schedule later."

and that's that.

"please forgive me for my mistakes," yuwol replies, short and sweet, an end to the taxing conversation. "thank you for allowing me another chance. i'll be going now."

he stands up, turning back, heading for his room. he can hear the two of them whisper amongst themselves, as if he wasn't there.

the hallway feels like a janky road, the walls around him feel like they will close in at any moment. if yuwol looks down, he thinks he'll see himself walking on eggshells.

he wants to throw up.

[defnotcatgrass]

everyday i roll up to my awakening, read my silly little gay fanfic, talk to my friends, usually eat something and then let the sheer longing to be a part of the type of love found in star trek tos take over my existence until it is time to sleep.

like. there's the obvious K/S right? the longing looks, the understanding, the fact that Kirk touches Spock so openly and Spock Lets Him even reaching back. the idea that they are so wrapped in each other kills me. they are T'hy'la, they are lovers, friends, partners. in every universe it will always be them.

but there's also the others, the quiet friendship between Spock and Uhura (in tos it's much more subtle then aos but there are Scenes of them just. goofing around, Uhura sings and Spock plays his lyre, they complement each other and fill the little pockets of each others lives with quiet loving companionship.) in a lot of ways they are a mirror to Kirk and Bones.

Speaking of:

Kirk and Bones are rough and honest and endless loyal, they've built each other up and have changed each other, handprints litter their skin and bones (ha) from years of touch and friendship, both have seen the other at their worst and best, in so many scenes Bones pokes fun and banters but when it's serious, when they all truly might die, when Kirk might die. you can see the humility and love written across both their features, worn and comfortable as an old cotton shirt.

Spock and Bones are different, they gripe and bicker and insult each other with enough malice where someone who was a little bit unaware might try to bring it to the Captain's attention. but Spock doesn't take Bones' insults like Jim does, he doesn't take "i don't know why im on this metal tincan with you lot" and respond with "because you love me" Spock fights back, a quip or statistic always up his sleeve (even if im p sure he's lying out of his ass most times) and you can see Bones thrive on it. thrive on having someone be just as bitchy as he is, you can see the respect forming in the set of his shoulder and the stance of his feet. and he fights back with everything he can. and for Spock, there is very few times he lets himself (really lets himself) be as emotional as he is when he bickers with Bones. there is no logic in fighting back, no logic in insulting Bones at any given chance (on and off duty) but Bones gives him a space to be illogical and emotional and petty. Bones and Spock fill a role in each others lives that i honestly don't think anyone else could and they Love each other goddmanit, when Spock is hurt Bones takes care of him with the same ferocity that he otherwise only does with Jim, and Spock goes to great lengths just to be there with him. they love each other guys. they fuckin love each other.

and that's not even TALKING about the others!! Sulu and Chekov bantering and pulling pranks, quietly making fun, and damnit they work well together too, you can see the way they move together, K/S? they have a literal mental bond, Sulu and Chekov? they're just Like That. Scotty and the Enterprise (yes im doing them too) while different, it's still teeming with love. the love of your work and the love of your creation, building and healing (because it is healing isn't it? you never look at Scotty repairing the Enterprise and think "yep. just a guy putting together some metal" it's healing. fucking fight me on this i don't care) and honestly? i think the Enterprise loves him back, as she does the rest of the crew. she hears their footsteps and quiet warm touches. she hears the private conversations and offers help where she can

"give me a sign," whispers Rand. "if I shouldn't do this...tell me now." Janice is shaking, crying, the Enterprise doesn't know what it is. doesn't know if a sign is a good thing. everyone is always moving, talking so she doesn't know what started this but- she shifts, puts her energy to the com in Janice's room. it buzzes to life and Janice laughs, broken. the Enterprise doesn't know if she's helped, doesn't know how to make it better. she tries again.

"Janice- I love - you." spirts the machine. different voices stolen from audio files on the device. and Janice finally smiles.

[frankiekatt]

Wowy hii, saw that you're writing for slasher, so here I am!

Can I plz have some hcs about any slashers with s/o, but their s/o is a literal gremlin, like they're not serious at all, always joking and annoying people around, but sometimes might be quite soft and quiet.

Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️

This was fun to write lmao

Warnings: Sexual harassment, NSFW, murder, blood, canabilism

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Michal Myers

Slashers With An S/O That Never Takes Anything Seriously:

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas is a little overwhelmed by your personality at first.

He’s a quiet and reserved man who’s never had any kind of friends, so goofiness and jokes can make him feel uneasy at first.

But!! He gets used to everything very quickly!!!

Thomas loves everything about you and he finds you to be incredibly charming.

He can get a little anxious when he sees you annoying Hoyt because he doesn’t want his uncle to do anything bad to you in irritation/retaliation.

Your jokes are always a stress reliever for him, since he spends most of his days in a dark basement, surrounded by blood and gore. Your humor just shines a little bit of light on his day, and he loves you for that!

While Luda Mae and Hoyt might not like the fact that you never take anything seriously, Thomas finds it relieving. At the beginning of your relationship, Thomas was terrified of losing you because he thought you would be terrified of all screams, murder, and cannabilism, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that you didn’t pay much mind to it.

Thomas’ family mostly saw you as a clown, but Thomas could only ever look at you as the brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced his life.

After all, he was the only one that saw your softer side.

Your soft and quiet side mostly shone through during the evening. Something about the sunset and cicada chirping calmed your heart.

You would often take Thomas by the hand and lead him outside to sit on the front porch with you, so the two of you could cuddle and watch the sunset together.

Thomas was always so used to your voice, because you loved to talk about anything and everything, so your temporary quiet nature was new, yet comforting.

During these moments, there didn’t need to be any talking between the two of you. You deep emotional bond allowed you both to communicate through actions.

You would lay your head on Thomas shoulder, stroking his chest, and Thomas would wrap his big arms around your smaller frame, resting his masked cheek against the top of your head.

This was Thomas’ way of saying, “I love you, you’re the best thing in my life,” and your way of saying “I could never live without you.”

Bo Sinclair:

:|

You’re gonna annoy the fuck out of this boy

Sometimes you both wonder how the two of you even got together, but the nights you and Bo spent pleasuring each other, going round after round, reminded you both how. (Your both just sexy okay its that simple)

Bo was a serious guy, so he was a little miffed that he was always the one having to take the lead in everything since you just couldn’t stop making a joke out of everything.

Sometimes you would actually make him really irritated due to your tendency to irk people endlessly, so he would have to step away to cool off and blow off some steam.

Sometimes he would yell at you in anger, which always made him feel like shit after, so he tended to stalk off to his shop to calm down before speaking to you.

You would have to go see him a couple hours later to wrap your arms around him from behind and shyly apologize to him.

He favored these moments the most.

Your voice quieter than usual, focusing on just him, touching him gently.

He would always accept your apologies, of course, and would let you know by kissing your lips softly.

Bo liked to take advantage of your softer side by lifting you up by your waist and setting you on the hood of whatever car he had been working on and kissing down your neck.

As revenge, Bo liked to draw out his teasing as long as possible. Kissing down your neck, chest, stomach, massaging your pussy through your skirt, palming your breast roughly.

It gets to a point where you just have to tell him, “Bo, I need you to fuck me.”

And he would oblige.

He would take you right then and there, on the hood of the car.

The metal beneath you was always shockingly cold, making you shiver against Bo’s chest.

“You cold, Darlin,” Bo would ask teasingly as he pulled your panties off. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you right up.”

He would spend hours licking your pretty pink pussy if he could. He licks and sucks and kisses your most intimate part until you're shaking and crying above him, begging him to fuck you sensless.

After he’s satisfied with your helplessness, he’ll lean back up and ram himself inside of you. There have been many nights where he has taken you gently and slowly in his garage, holding your hand with every thrust, kissing your sweet lips to quiet your whimpers, but tonight was different. There was a primal need shared between you two. Bo wanted to let his frustrations on through loving you, and you wanted to be taken hard and fast.

When the two of you are done, you lounge around inside the car to catch your breath, holding hands. Everything seems so perfect.

Until-

“Hey, Bo? What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?”

“.....”

“I want you inside me! Eh ha ha..”

:////

Lester Sinclair:

!!!!!

You like constantly joking and never taking things seriously? He does too!!

Lester would find you absolutely hilarious. Every joke you cracked would have him doubling over in laughter. Which would make you double over in laughter. Which would make Lester laugh harder, because now you both have the giggles and both of your laughs are just too infectious.

Everytime the two of you would go to Ambrose to visit his brothers, you guys would annoy the hell out of Bo and Vincent. Bo just wants to be left alone to work in his shop but instead he’s stuck listening to you tell a 40 minutes story about how you burnt dinner last night.

And Vincent just wants to be left alone to paint and sculpt but instead he’s here listening to Lester crack jokes that are a.) not funny and b.) don’t make any sense. -_-

Your and Lester’s trailer is always filled with so much love and laughter and the two of you could not be any happier.

You both have your own soft and quiet moments that hit at random times.

Sometimes it happens when the two of you are play fighting in the living room, howling with laughter. You both fall to the floor, wrestling and giggling until the both of you run out of breath and just gaze at each other as you lay on the carpet.

“You look so cute,” he giggles.

“No, YOU look so cute!”

“W-well!!! I love you!!”

“Uhm...well...I love you MORE.”

And it just turns into an argument about who adores the other more.

Billy Lenz (1974):

The perfect couple.

Literally.

The two of you are always joking around, cackling and goofing about every little thing.

Billy has finally found his soulmate and he could not be happier.

He two of you prank the sorority girls together, making sex sounds in unison to sound even more vulgar.

Everytime you crack a joke, you get worried Billy is joking because of how hard he’s laughing.

“Umm Billy you okay? It wasn’t even that funny.”

“HA haha...piggy makes me laugh...Billy loves your jokes.”

Needless to say, your relationship is filled with smiles, laughter, and praise.

Billy will tell you you’re the funniest person he’s ever met and he wants to keep you forever.

You tell Billy you love how much he laughs at your antics and that you can’t live without him.

It’s impossible to annoy Billy. It’s just not feasible.

Any time you try, he’ll just giggle and pat your head, telling you you’re his ‘favorite piggy ever.’

He LOVES when you annoy the sorority girls thoug!

Hearing you moan and squeal and speak so sexily vulgarly to Barb and Jess makes Billy so proud. And horny.

Almost all of your sexual encounters are filled with complete silliness.

Sometimes, however, the joking and cackling subside. The two of you will just be chilling, nothing else to do, and you just feel the need to profess your love for your boyfriend.

“I love you so much Billy.”

Billy will look startled at your sudden outburst, before he breaks out in a huge grin, launching across the room to tackle you into a hug.

“Billy loves you too! Billy loves you more than anything!!!”

Now the rest of your day will be spent in Billy’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Stu Macher:

Match made in Heaven!

Stu loves to joke around.

He hardly ever takes anything seriously.

He annoys everyone.

And once he meets you? It's love at first sight.

The two of you are always in detention because you guys just cannot shut up in class. You are always disrupting something.

But you know what that means!

Detention dates <3

As long as the two of you together, Stu couldn't care less about where he was.

He and Billy appreciate your habit of not taking anything seriously because once the murders start occuring, you don't think too much about it, never asking questions or arousing suspicion around your boyfriend and his bestie.

When Billy had told Stu his plan to kill Sydney, and asked him if he was going to kill you as well, Stu’s heart sank.

He remembers when he was dating Tatum, just a few months ago, before he broke up with her for you, he had no qualms about killing her,

But you?

He loved you. You were his other half. The one person who understood him, who accepted him. He could never hurt you.

“Nah dude. I’m leaving her out of this.”

That night, he sneaks through your bedroom window to see you.

“Stu! (where the hell have you been loca) What’re you doing here?”

The sparkling smile you flash at him and the love swimming in your big, beautiful eyes makes him feel even guitler.

He feels bad that you’re dating a serial killer. He thinks you deserve better, but he would never let you go.

“Hey babe! I just missed you!”

You rushed over to him, dressed in kitty cat pajamas, and hugged him tight. He had only snuck through your bedroom window a couple of times before, and they had all been planned. Seeing him in your room as a surprise made your heart burst with happiness.

Stu led you to your bed and pulled you up onto his chest to cuddle you. It was late, and the both of you were tired. Stu just wanted to lay with you in silence, appreciating your presence.

You didn’t feel like releasing your usual high energy at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to fall asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Michael Myers:

Girl

Michael does not appreciate your antics.

Annoying him is easy, but you would never know that.

He keeps his emotions very private, so when he is annoyed he’ll just stalk away from you.

He does not think you’re funny :(

He does enjoy your quiet moments. He likes to come home when your energy is low.

He’s usually covered in blood when this happens, so you clean him up without cracking a joke which he appreciates.

You’ll turn on a movie for the both of you, and Michael lets you cuddle up with him.

He does like you, he just doesn’t want you to know that...

[arabian-batboy]

WFA has me craving a batfam medieval au comic that starts out super gritty and serious but slowly becomes more comical and ridiculous until Damian snaps and you find out that it's a family DnD session that Damian is DM'ing. He had an entire Tolkein-esque storyline prepared with hand drawn maps of the every fantasy realm they travel to, schematics of every building they could potentially enter, he learned over a hundred accents to give each of the npc's their own distinct voice, and he has Goliath there to make fantasy creature noises when needed. Bruce and Dick take the campaign super seriously because they know how hard Damian has worked and how much this means to him (even if he won't outright say it). It's Duke and Cassandra's first DnD campaign so they're learning on the fly but they try their best. Tim is invested solely because Damian keeps finding ways to kill off his player character so it's personal now. Stephanie and Jason have been goofing off since the campaign started. It would be a mess but I think that it would be so cute!!

Okay, but I honestly would die if the ending of the upcoming Dark Knights of Steel comic was exactly what you just described.

Especially since Damian is the only Batkid that wasn't revealed yet, I can imagine him appearing at the end as an all-powerful King that will single-handedly defeat the enemy's army on his own and afterward we would have everyone thanking him and telling him how awesome he is, then we will see a random bubble speech saying "hey now, that's a bit unrealistic don't you think?" then it get cut out to the living room in the manor and we find out that this entire comic was actually narrated by Damian while he was playing DnD with the rest of the Batkids (with some intervention here and there, which would explain why Tim is constantly coming back to life after being killed).

[shalalalalaw]

random, semi-incoherent and not serious thoughts on the efficiency of Hunters below

i would love to be a fly on the wall of pre-D1's War Room, not just to hear Osiris and Saint running tactical, which i honestly think would be hilarious and infomative in equal measure

but as a resident Hunter simp, i want to know how Tallulah and Caliban and Aparajita and Kauko and Andal and later Cayde managed to organise this veritable herd of cats

how they would manage to collect enough reports from all of them scattered across the system, sometimes out of contact for months, to make enough dots connect for things to make sense

and then how they managed to keep the same systems in place that their predecessor tried to establish, or rework, or how they tried to set up new things

and i suddenly understand why Cayde always seemed so laid back and hands off and goofing off, he did have work he was avoiding i'm 100% sure of that, but it was all sporadic, because he was missing so much information at any given time

how many of his Hunters, the vast majority of them always away from the City, the VanNet and other major communication systems they have running, just don't know when the change in procedure happened and whether they even CARE enough to keep track of these things? they're out there, doing the dirty and lonely and dangerous job and then send in a report, what more do you want?

and maybe this mentality even extends to groups and factions and packs of Hunters that are familiar with A Certain Procedure set by a Certain Vanguard at a Certain Time, like possibly the Arcstriders

which i guess is how you end up with no Hunters in the City after Cayde died

because somebody else was doing all the work of putting together all the pieces to squeeze any amount of sense from them and also enforcing someorganisation on them? and acting like a tether to reality for some

now, to be clear about my thought process, that's what every Vanguard does. I think that Osiris left a decent system that Ikora could work with and Saladin and Saint had simple and efficient sets of actions that Zavala could either use or ignore

i'm not quite sure what Tallulah left for Caliban and what he left for Aparajita and what they left for Kauko and what he left for Andal and what he left for Cayde-

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Currently thinking about Seb going to see Chris with his new lean tinier body and Chris just going absolutely feralllll and just picking up Seb and first complimenting how handsome he is then taking him to bed to show him how much he means it I—

Mmmmm

Good thoughts, good thoughts, yes.

(Also, not attacking you personally anon, (thank you for asking about this 'cause I'm in looove) just in general: we don't body shame here. Everyone needs body positivity- no matter weight or size or anything.)

Chris loves Seb all the time.

He loves him when he's on par size and strength with him because it activates a part of his brain thats not afraid to throw Seb around because he's just the same size as him. He loves when he's bigger than him because then Seb can throw him around if he wants to or he can crumble underneath him, making is submission seem that much more Big and Important. Plus if he's bigger than that's just more boyfriend and that's fucking grand. He loves him when he's smaller too. He loves him.

But- there are the times where they see each other after a break for work or when they just notice a change in the others body and they get swept up in that change. That contrast.

Like, we've been told and we've seen that Chris is really just eating healthy and working out in quarantine (from interviews and from that Fucking Swimming Pool Video) so Chris is around Cap-Fit™️ if not even a little bigger, right? And Sebastian has slimmed down for his upcoming role. So-

When Chris sees his man like that? As slim as he was when they met all those years ago or maybe even slimmer... yeah. It shorts his brain out a little. It brings back all of those fantasies that he jerked himself off to in the audition bathrooms and then in his trailer, hoping to God that nobody would walk in on him.

Naturally, Chris boxes Sebastian in against the door, crowding him and making him feel even smaller. Kissing him and pressing his full weight onto him, stroking a hand over his jaw while the other finds his hip. Lifting his shirt to trace his more prominent hip bone until he shudders under him.

Sebastian jokingly tells him, "you tryna make me claustrophobic, baby?" As they pull apart, making Chris realize just what he's doing.

So, yeah, he makes himself back off. Sheepish, smiling and scratching the back of his neck.

But for the rest of the night he can't keep his hands to himself. His hand more or less glues itself around his waist or petty his hip bone. And everytime Seb makes a comment about his new workout and eating habits Chris all but holds a finger in front of his mouth to get him to stop talking so he can pay him every compliment he can think of.

Once they've settled in Chris shoves Sebastian down, pressing him into the couch while making out particularly enthusiastically.

He gets Sebastian out of his shirt between heated kisses, murmuring, "so handsome, baby, lookit you. Can remember when you looked like this all the time. 'S different, seeing it now."

"You saying I look old, you goof?" Sebastian huffs, not entirely serious, just watching Chris watch him. Lying back shirtless while Chris straddles him, hard on pitching an impressive tent in his pants.

Chris of course tumbles on top of him, falling over himself to reassure his guy that no. Not that. Its just different.

Sebastian asks, "how's it different?"

"Different because-" Chris hefts him up with a smirk, curling his legs around his waist and standing up. Suspending Sebastian mid air in the middle of the living room. Sebastian squeaks and grabs at his biceps, his mouth falling silent except for a little gasp at the robust feeling of his muscles shifting and bulging.

Chris carries him to his bedroom, stopping once or twice to press him into a wall here or there. Grabbing at his ass and kissing until they're panting and practically blue in the face, strings of saliva stringing between their kiss-swollen lips.

When they do get the bedroom Chris goes from tip to tail, touching and treating his man. He breathes hot and heavy over his neck, trying to catch his breath. He drags his teeth over Sebastian's collarbones which are more prominent than usual. Marking that pretty skin up until Sebastian is grabbing at his hair and trying to force him lower, gasping and trying to curse at him because they'll have to cover those with makeup Chrissss but failing. He likes the sting of it too much.

Eventually he goes with his shoving, delighted, going down to mouth at his pointed nipples until Sebastian's toes are curling and his breathes are heavy, gasping. He traces each of his ribs with his fingertips while he licks and sucks at his nipples; then he mouths a few of them in the places that he knows will make Sebastian shiver, to give his nipples a break. But then he pinches them until they're even more red and hard. And Sebastian moans, pressing up off of the bed at that. Trying to get more of the feeling. Chris stops to be an ass. Sebastian whimpers, urging him, "c'mon, c'mon- please. Oh. Please. Chris-!"

Chris traces a wet path with his tongue down the middle of his chest, then scrapes his teeth over his hip bones as he holds Sebastian down, his hands around his tiny waist. His thumbs almost meet. He swears under his breath, lightheaded.

He planned to get Sebastian to sit on his face when he's like this. Lighter than normal. Get him to gasp and mewl and ride his face while wearing only his shirt, the collar falling off of one of his slimmed shoulders while the bottom hem disappears between his lips as he tries to muffle himself.

But...

Suddenly all he wants is to take Sebastian doggy style, rough and animal, and tug him back onto his cock while he pounds into him. Making him scream into his sheets and pillows, drooling on his cock. Fucking the cum out of him without touching his cock. Chris might cum just thinking about it. Forcing his body back onto his cock and using him like a toy, all from the hold he can get on his waist right now. Nearly encircling him in both of his hands. Chris squeezes extra hard at him, getting his thumbs to actually touch for a second and making Sebastian gasp and writhe. Hes only capable of growling, "could make you take anything like this couldn't I? Could throw you around and you'd take it, sweet boy, wouldn't you?"

Sebastian stares at him blankly, eyes consumed with darkness and hunger, for a second, having a hard time swimming through the tone and gravel of his voice and processing it as anything but hot. But he does register it eventually. And he moans, nodding so fast that he probably has made himself dizzy with it. Chris' cock throbs, a bead of pre-cum dripping down the head, that settles plans then...