How will the uf/ut/us/sf papys react to their SO who has Gigantism who they've been with for years but hadn't said the "L" word to each other, one day for an entire week SO acts weird, as in mother hen weird, so the papys ask what's going on, and SO comes up to him holds him with a flushed face, heart eyes, dorky cheeky smile, and everything and says it, then proceeds to smooch him because SO just loves him so much-
When you start acting weird, Fell confronts you about it. Well, more like, demands to know what the hell is going on because he’s your boyfriend and he has the right to know. That’s when you gently cup his face and lean down to kiss him, finally telling him how much you love him, then pulling your skeleton boyfriend into a tight hug, ignoring his blushing protests.
Your strangeness doesn’t really affect him, Papaya just thinks that you’re trying out something new. He trusts that if there’s something really bothering you, you’d come to him. One night, you wrap yourself over his body, your tall size encompassing his, and kiss him on the cheek, professing your love. Papaya nyehs happily and spends the rest of the night kissing you.
Stretch raises an eyebrow at your strange behavior, but he doesn’t push. You’re still coming home everyday, showering him with kisses and affection, so unless something horrible happens, he lets you come to him when you’re ready. As he flips through the tv stations on the couch, you come up behind him and kiss him softly on his skulls, finally saying those three words. Stretch smirks and murmurs it back, then returning to his tv program. Once you leave though, he lets out a loud, celebrated whoop and spends the rest of the night with a goofy smile.
Rus gets a little worried when you start acting strange. You two have excellent communication so when he knows that you’re not telling him something, he gets anxious. He understands that you have to be ready, but it’s been weeks. Rus finally confronts you about it, asking if there’s anything wrong, if he did something that you didn’t like, but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you love him. Rus stands there, paralyzed, processing what you just said, then picks up and spins you around, telling you how much he loves you too.
Prompt: I love your work so much! Can you do a fic about a halloween party where reader and dan get it on plzzz I don’t mind where or how but can you make it smutty??. Tysm
(N.B I wrote this whilst v. hungover I’m not really sure how well it’s written, but I hope you enjoy) __________________________________________
Every year, on the 31st of October, your evening ends up being the exact same. Sat at home, watching re-runs of Ghostbusters and waiting for the doorbell to ring so you can hand out sweets to overexcited little kids. Boring right? Tonight however, there was a party at Dan and Phil’s place, and you had been invited.
You had been friends with Phil for years but you had only known Dan for a few months, and you had been introduced to each other at the BBC. It was safe to say there was a connection between you. The connection being you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off each other every time you had met since. It was like you were drawn to each other, you couldn’t explain it. You just fit together. He wasn’t shy about holding your hand or holding your waist around other people either, and you both mercilessly flirted with each other all the time, but you really wanted more than just words and hand touches.
Dan was 6'3 of beautiful dark sweeping hair and gorgeous brown eyes. And his smile turned your world upside down. Tonight was your first chance to maybe spend some time alone with him, and you wanted to look hot.
You’d decided to go with a tight fitting skeleton jumpsuit, which accentuated your curves. You weren’t the slutty cat kinda gal, and you knew Dan wasn’t into that kind of thing either. You still looked sexy, but you looked badass too. And all black is always a bonus. You were just finishing the last of your skull make up when your phone buzzed.
Phil Lester 20:03
Hey!! What time are you coming over? Asking for a friend… ;)
You smile at the screen as you tap out your reply.
Y/N Y/L/N 20:04
Hello, I’m leaving in a few minutes. I should be there in about half an hour. Which friend was asking??
Phil Lester 20:04
Do you really need to ask? :P
No, you already know the answer, and you can’t wait to see him. You can’t wait to see either of them, but Dan especially. As you fluff you hair one last time, you grab your bag and keys and head out the door. Down to the taxi waiting on your drive. Party time.
“YOU’RE HERE!” Yells an excited zombie Phil as he swings open the door to the Dan and Phil flat.
“You look amazing!!” You laugh as he reaches forward to give you a hug. He had ripped up his clothes and there was fake blood everywhere. He’d even got realistic looking slashes on his face and arms, and his eyes were a piercing white/blue against his dark fringe.
“Thanks! So do you!” He pulls away to look down at you. “Your make up looks awesome! Dan attempted to be a skeleton too but his fringe kept sticking to the face paint and curling up, you know how we feel about our hair” he laughs, tapping his head.
“What is life without the perfect fringe?” You grin. “So what has he dressed as then?” You ask as you follow him up the heavily cobwebbed stairs, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.
“He’s the vampire. The all black vampire, ignoring the red fake blood.” He turns to say to you, smiling as he puts his arm on your shoulder and takes you through to the living room.
They really had gone all out with the decorations. Pumpkins lined the windows, each with a little light inside that gave off a bright glow. They had draped cobwebs complete with little black spiders all over the ceiling and walls, with orange fairy lights and little ghost bunting hanging all around the room. The lighting was soft, the room dimly lit adding to the atmosphere and everyone was laughing and joking over the sound of Phil’s halloween playlist. You smile up at a few people, scanning for faces you recognise. They had invited a lot of people! You spot PJ in the corner, dressed as wiggles, and he gives you a salute as you wave. But you still couldn’t see your vampire.
“Drink?” Offers Phil. Gesturing to the dining table. They had put a zombie hand in a bowl of sweets, the punch had floating eyeballs in it, and the cups were glow in the dark. Drinks and bowls of food were arranged symmetrically along the table. Dans touch no doubt.
“Rum and coke please Mr barman”, you say, flicking your hair over your shoulder.
“Coming right up.” Replies Phil. As he pours the liquid into your cup he looks up at you. “You know Dan’s going to love your outfit Y/N. He’s been asking about you all evening too.”
“Now as a best friend aren’t you meant to keep that stuff a secret?” You giggle, but your stomach flutters as you realise he’s been thinking about you probably as much as you’ve been thinking about him.
“He’s not shy about it.” He laughs. “Oh sugar. I don’t know where the straws are. The kitchen maybe…” He says as he hands you your drink but turns away towards the door. You grab his arm.
“I’ll go find them this is your party, mingle with your guests!” You order, pointing towards the groups of people on the sofas and around the coffee table.
“Mingle!” Replies Phil in a funny voice, he then smiles at you and walks towards a dead Mario and Luigi.
You hadn’t been in Dan and Phil’s flat that many times before, but you manage to find the kitchen straight away and pushed through the glass door. And that’s where you found your vampire.
He was dressed in all black, obviously, wearing a half length sleeved top and his black jeans. He had on a short black cape covered in spots of red glitter, and he had spray painted the ends of his hair grey. He hadn’t whitened his face, but instead had fake blood trailing from his mouth, a little on his bare neck and collar bones, and he had black contacts in that made his eyes glitter even more than they already do. You could even see little white fangs touching the top of his bottom lip. He looked incredible. And his eyes widened when he saw you too.
“Hi….” He said breathlessly as his eyes wandered up your body.
“Hi Dan.” You reply, closing the door behind you, setting down your drink and moving forward as you reach your arms around his middle. As you hug him you breathe him in. He always smells so good. You press yourself up against his body and your hands hold his back. He then moves his own arms, one rests on the small of your back, just above your bum, and the other wraps round your neck, holding you close to him. His lips find your hair and you feel his chest rise as he breaths.
“You look incredible” he says against your hair.
“Please, it’s all suit and make up” you giggle against his chest, knowing if you don’t accept this compliment he’ll just give you more.
“I know but, you still look incredible.” He says confidently, pulling back to look at you. “You look sexy.” He parts his lips and gazes at your mouth, the corners of his curling into a smile.
“You do too. I really like that blood”. You reply honestly. Confidence is key, you definitely had to let him know you fancied the shit out of him. His bottom lip was covered in red, and droplets at the top of his chest looked good against his black clothing. Your fingers reach up to his neck and you run your finger down his throat. He shivers at your touch, his hands still around you. The one on your lower back wanders a little further down…
“Are you trying to seduce me Miss Y/L/N?” he smiles at you, a wicked grin flashes across his face. You stomach knots with excitement a little knowing he’s enjoying a touch as simple as this. You run your fingers down his chest and turn slightly to lean back onto the kitchen counter. He moves forward against you, never breaking away from your touch. The hand that was at the top of your bum slides over your hip and brushes the top of your thigh. He was watching your face as you look into his black eyes. They really suited him. He looked dangerous. Wild.
“Is it working?” you say softly, parting your lips and grabbing hold of his top to bring his chest closer to yours. You couldn’t believe your own confidence.
“Yes.” Dan replies, exhaling. His breath is sweet, sugary, he’d been eating cherry haribos you could tell. His lips probably tasted the same.
Dan wanted you too, you knew it from the way he was touching you. His crotch was hovering against yours and his fingers played with the ends of your hair, the other hand still holding your waist against the counter.
“I wanted to wait until everyone had left the party before I told you how much I like you. But I guess you know. And I can’t wait that long. I have to…” His voice trails off as he looks at you longingly.
You decide to slide your hand further down his chest, and run your fingers over his bulge before tilting your head to the side a little to look up at him innocently.
You see him take a sharp breath as you touch him there.
“Would it be considered unhygienic if I took you right here?” He suddenly says to you, moving his face very close to yours and brushing your lips with his. Your stomach flips.
“Yes, but I guess it depends on how baldly you want me.” You tease, pressing your crotch into his, which through the thin material of your jumpsuit could feel was big. And hard. And that seemed to flip a switch in Dan, because his eyes grew even more wild and suddenly, he crushed his lips to yours.
You instantly moan into his mouth and close your eyes, overcome with lust for this beautiful vampire who kissed like it was his superpower. His tongue worked against yours, and his lips definitely tasted of cherry. He took your bottom lip between his fangs and bit gently, looking down at you and smiling wickedly. He then quickly pulled the fangs from his mouth so as not to hurt you. You were out of breath already, he had made you dizzy from the passionate kiss alone. The boy really knew how to make a girl flustered. And really really horny.
“Please Dan.” You beg, kissing him gently but with heat. You roll your body against his and he is quick to react.
His hands move around the back of your thighs and he lifts you up onto the counter, you spread your legs and wriggle your fingers through his hair as he moves between you. His hands move to hold your face and his kiss deepens.
You can still hear the thumping music from the lounge, and regular laughter reminds you that you aren’t the only two in the flat. There’s every chance someone will need to come into the kitchen for something.You feel his hands grip at the back of your jumpsuit, by the zip, and his mouth moves to your neck, sucking on your soft skin, leaving his mark.
“Dan…. Your room…”, you say softly, rolling your head to the side as he kisses you. You grip onto his hips and break away from his lips to look at him. The fake blood on his chin had smudged around his mouth and his hair was sticking up in tufts. His black eyes still glittered wildly. You figured your make up had also gone everywhere, he was a passionate kisser.
“This way.” He says, lifting you from the counter and moving to stand behind you. His hands wrap round your middle and he guides you to the door, biting softly on the side on your neck as you open it. There’s no one in the hall, everyone is still in the lounge and Dan uses this to his favour as he continuously kisses your neck leaving faint bruises where his lips and teeth ground against you. You kick open his door, holding his hands in yours against your lower stomach.
Suddenly, he spins you round to face him and his lips smash into yours, swinging his hand back to hit the door closed without looking. He kisses you deeply as he walks you in his arms over to his bed. His fingers are at the top of your body suit, and you lift yours to tug at the string holding his cape around his neck, and it falls to his feet. Suddenly, you see his arms flex in his tight black top, and you hear a loud ripping noise. Then before you know it, you are stood in your underwear with your skeleton suit bunched around your feet. Dan licks his lips before grinning cheekily down at you in your matching black lace.
“It had a zip you know, crazy pants” you giggle at him, not at all caring he’d ripped your clothes off.. because he’d literally RIPPED your clothes off, and that was hot as fuck.
“Figured this was quicker”, he winks. In a second, he had pulled his top over his head, and was pulling at his jeans. You took the opportunity to kick off the suit at your feet and turn to check your reflection in the mirror. Yep, nearly all of your skull make up had rubbed off, either on Dan’s hands or Dan’s lips. But your hair was still fluffed and you’d worn your best underwear tonight, thank God.
You turn back around and see Dan stood in front of you in just his black boxers. His soft skin illuminated just by the soft orange light of the street lamp coming through his window. Your eyes rake over his torso, and you can’t help but bite your lip when your eyes reach his crotch. The bulge pressing hard against the material. He was big. You automatically felt a swirling sensation below.
You meet his black eyes again and bite your lip. You slowly walk into his body and press your breasts against him. Slowly shaking your hair over your shoulders, you then leave open mouthed kisses along his collar bones, tasting the tangy fake blood but not caring, because his skin tastes sweet underneath. He groans and his hand raises up to your bra strap, popping it open. His fingers move to the front of you and you lean back allowing him to run them down your now naked torso. His forehead connects with yours but you see he is looking down at your body.
He suddenly wraps his arms around your body and lifts you to his waist. You wrap your legs around him and you feel his hardness right against you. You gasp gently as you feel the swirling within you again, and you look at him with excited eyes. He roughly kisses you and takes a few steps towards his bed, before climbing on to his knees, and loosening his grip on you so you drop down onto the bed. The boy meant business.
He climbs over the top of you and lowers his chest to your breasts, closing his lips around your nipple. The sensation makes you arch your back. Your hands run down his back and you unintentionally wrap your legs around his lower back, your body clearly wanting him closer to yours. You inhale deeply and take in his smell, which was a beautiful cocktail of his Paco Rabanne cologne, his musky body wash and the slightest edge of sweat. You scrape your fingernails down his spine and groan into his hair, he gets the message.
His leans up and strong hands lift your hips before his fingers grab at the lace separating you from him. He slowly slides them down your thighs but you lightly kick and he lets out a deep, sexy laugh at your impatience. God, that laugh. He tosses your underwear aside before pulling his own down over his thighs, and you see him smile out the corner of your eye at you looking at him there, naked in front of you, for the first time. You let out a few heavy breaths. Now you’ve seen him you know you really really want him. He leans over to his bed side table and pulls out a condom, ripping it with his teeth and rolling it over himself. You reach your hands up and he practically falls back down on you, between your legs as your hands tangle in his hair once more.
He kisses you strongly, and rolls his hips against yours. You moan out properly for the first time as you feel your own wetness gliding along his length, it felt so good.
He kisses you again, his tongue running along your lips and he signs into your mouth, before you feel him adjust himself on his elbows either side of your shoulders and he rolls into your hips once more. This time however you feel him slowly slide into you and you drop a hand from his hair to grab on to his bed sheets, overwhelmed by his size.
“You okay baby?” He asks you gently, his eyes searching yours for any signs of pain or regret.
“Yes” you reply breathlessly. “So..okay”, you promise. You felt no pain, like you’d heard about. You just felt electricity. All the way to your toes.
He grins against your mouth and kisses your strongly, and then starts to move. Slowly at first, and you hold him as he grinds himself against you. You moan out occasionally and thats when he starts to move faster. He moans out again and you whimper against his lips when you feel him hit your g-spot and pleasure crashes over you like a tsunami. The thrusts get stronger, harder, more frequent, and you start to naturally grind your hips up into his until you feel heat building within you, and you tilt your head back as he tucks his into your neck.
“Da-dan!” You cry out, unable to say anything else as you feel it build layer by layer. You squeeze your eyes shut, certain you’re about to fall over the edge, when you hear him groan out-
And with those two words, you explode into a million pieces beneath him. Your hips and thighs quivering against him as he tenses against you, reaching his climax too. His breathing deep and ragged as he gives you an open mouthed rough kiss against the side of your mouth before gently pulling out and collapsing on your chest. You hold him for a few minutes, both of you regaining a breathing pattern and allowing your heart rates to return to normal. He is the first to speak
“Jesus Christ. That was incredible. Please be mine.” He whispers.
Your heart flutters again, and you tilt up his head with your finger to look into his dark, but now soft eyes.
“I’m never going to be anyone elses.” You reply. Never feeling so certain of anything. He meant everything to you and you now knew it. He leans up a little and kisses you gently, before sitting back on his heels and sliding his hands under your back. He pulls you up to face him and holds you against his skin.
“Shall we go re-join this party of mine?” He laughs. Touching his forehead to yours as you smile against his lips.
“I may need to borrow some clothes…” you whisper.
A few minutes later you were dressed in Dan’s black t shirt with the stars around the collar, and a pair of his black sweats. He had managed to find all of his vampire outfit and smoothed down his hair a little before taking your hand and leading you back out of the room towards the lounge.
“Wait, let me grab my drink Dan, I was meant to go into the kitchen to find a straw”, you say quickly, darting through the door and picking up your rum and coke, along with the packet of green straws next to it.
You turn back around and follow Dan through to the lounge, where the music and laughter was still as loud and as happy as ever.
“There you are!” You hear Phil say. “We’ve been waiting to play some halloweeney games!”
You emerge from behind Dan and try to give him your most innocent smile.
“Found the straws.” You hold out your hand and he takes them from you, but instead of looking at you, he looks down at your body.
“Y/N what happened to the skeleton?!” He asks you, rather naively. And then you see his facial expression change as he looks between you and Dan. “And the face paint…” He raises his eyebrows at you both, giving you a knowing look, and just grins at you both. “Didn’t waste any time did you.”
Dan gives him a light punch on the arm. “Shh idiot. Lets play some games.” He walks over to the coffee table and you begin to follow before Phil holds your arm.
“You’ve got a little fake blood on your lip” he says softly to make sure no one else hears.
“Thanks” You whisper back, raising the back of your hand to your mouth and rubbing harshly to make sure you get it all. He smiles at you and turns around to join the group of people forming a circle to face the middle of the room. PJ places the Cards Against Humanity box on the table and excited chatter starts as you join Dan on the sofa. No one notices (or chooses to say anything) about your change of clothes and you relax at his side. After a few seconds, you feel his warm hand find yours underneath the material of his cape, and you intertwine your fingers.
Could i get a dmab pastel goth equius wearing a blue knee length skirt and skeleton bone tights. I would like of he had shoulder length hair with pastel blue streaks. Also may i ask mod alex or someone of a somewhat similar style to draw this. Thanks
So I’m not going to draw this request for multiple reasons, but let me just explain why.
We’ve gotten criticism recently about using the agab terms, and that’s all fine and dandy! We’ve edited out past asks with those terms in them, and we asked our followers not to use them when requesting new requests on the days the inbox is open. What term we do use in order to figure out what you want is the gender. As an example, if you use “transboy”, I know you want me to draw exactly that. It helps us represent the character properly. But if you use the agab terms, not only are those not needed, but I don’t know what gender the character that you’d like to be is!
In addition, if there isn’t a specific gender within the asks, our second option is to look at pronouns. It’s not the best way (since different people use different pronouns, sometimes regardless of gender), and that’s why we use it as a backup. But in this ask, you used the same pronouns as the agab. Which isn’t uncommon, and some trans people in real life do use differing pronouns, but it makes it so I don’t know how you want this character presented.
If you’d like to submit this ask again, corrected, a week from now when the inbox opens, I’d be happy to draw it. But until then, I cannot fulfill this request.
I know I messed up the timing during the song I did it on purpose lolARE YOU HAPPY GIANNA
Walking back from New York, the cold air hung like a cloth, you were suspicious. Staring down at your phone, stalking Thayne Jasperson on twitter when very faintly, in the distance,
Long ago, when I was five
I snuck in the kitchen late at night
alert, you looked up, and checking behind you at the shadows of the brick buildings, only to see a terrified looking Andrew Rannells, in Mormon uniform and all, screaming and running down the street, accidentally bumping your shoulder before screaming forgiveness.
Not only that, people dressed in skin tight skeleton suits paraded down the streets, massive donuts in their hands, along with people in red suits and pitch forks, the sky turning an eerie shade of red. Sighing, you took out your phone, quickly opened Twitter and started live streaming.
THEN Rory O'Malley, in a frilly red rumba suit, paraded up to Andrew, and as soon as “Elder Price.” tried to cuddle up to him for protection, he smirked and ran.
“I DON’T LIKE THIS SPOOKY MORMON HELL DREAM!!”
Skeletons dressed as Starbucks ran up to him, and soon afterward a giant man in red, Lucifer, you guess stared down at him.
“NOW DANCE!” Andrew Rannells, hopping on his feet, began doing nervous jazz hands in attempt to please Satan. Laughing, you noticed you had already 2000 views. Cool.
After awhile, you nearly were dead, but looked behind you and saw Jesus, in all white light, stare down at him.
“You’re a dick.”