#unspkn

It’s not that he needed to be there. Everyone had been fighting their asses off that day. Fighting for the place they called home – as if – so that Czernabog wouldn’t take it from them. In all honesty, Smoke didn’t quite care. He did fight for a while before slipping through the air ducts in his smoke form. No one needed to know what he was up to. What he did was his business and his business alone. But now that the chaos was over and the proverbial baddies were defeated and driven away, he found himself at the medical bay. Not like he needed healing or any special attention… but he wanted to check if someone close to him was there.

Not that he cared. To care for someone would imply an emotional attachment to them and that only made people weak. He was merely after the number one – being himself – but that did not invalidate the fact that he had a couple of people he enjoyed spending time with. And if any of his pets had ended up broken or dead during the whole scenario… chances were that he would probably have to replace them. After all, after they had served their purpose, what other use would he have for a spent asset? It was a cold and cruel way of thinking but such was the nature of the world. Everyone was expendable. Even him.

35. || from here. || accepting.

"Ducky, huh? That's a fun nickname. Not getting enough degradation on your own time?"

Vincent purrs against the shell of Ducky's ear. The moistened precum covered cock head of the acedia agent traces the rim of his recent playmate within the walls of Pandora. It made sense for him to pay it forward when it came to the agents that patched them up after a rough mission. He survived yet another mission and attempt on his life form the Czernobog faction. It was time he reveled in their victory, as timid and inexperienced as Vincent was, the acedia wanted to pay it forward to those that may have worse in Pandora, those overburdened with cleaning their mess and patching them up. He was a acedia agent, after all. It wouldn't like him to not want to support his fellow agents.

Finally finding purchase on the divot of Ducky's hole, an excited sigh is breathed against. Precum spills from the slit of his cock, filling the closed pucker of Elixir's hole. Vincent's hips push themselves back, winding up a thrust. The head of his lengthy cock trails against the round curve of Ducky's ass. His hips slowly push forwards, angling themselves to purposely miss, rutting the length of his shaft against Declan's hole and getting caught in between Elixir's thighs instead. "Whoops… My bad.." He smirks against Ducky's ear.

60. || from here. || accepting.

Nero didn't mind being a tool for Pandora, being a cog in the machine. Hell, with the perks being a twink on his lap, how could the fortitude agent complain. It's hard to complain with his hips pushing themselves flush against the fellow agent's hips and having his cock surrounded in Ducky's tight heat much like his arms wrapped themselves around the younger agent's hips.

He brings his lips to Ducky's, moans slipping through his own plush lips as Nero feels Declan sink deeper onto his lengthy cock. The head of his cock being pressed against the agent's walls, pressure tightening around him with each rocking motion of his hips.

"Such a tight hole, Ducky…" He groans lowly, trailing his lips across his neck, mouthing and pressing his hot tongue against the pulse of the agent's neck. "Such a healing touch." Nero mewls, his hips accentuating on the word 'touch' with a quick curt thrust into Ducky's hole.

blood stains the front of gossamer's suit and the lower part of his face. he hadn't stopped since finishing the fight with dragunov and his goons. he jumped right back into the chaos, helping with stragglers and moving heavy rubble. it was only now that he was in the halls of the apartments that he felt fatigue. perry crawled on the ceiling, avoiding the androids below who were quick at work with repairs and clean up duty. so much had been destroyed, and the apartments had been hit hard. gossamer's own room had been spared, much to his own relieft. but the sight of cinder's apartment? that shit made his heart sink.

he drops down and onto the floor, his lower lip quivering at the sight of the rubble that used to be cinder's room. there was a lot of it. and blood. there was blood. gossamer sinks down onto his knees, eyes welling with tears. fuck. why didn't he keep better tabs on everybody? he had been so caught up with revenge that he had abandoned his friends when they had needed him most. goblin. cinder. legion. where were they now? were they hurt? god. he could never forgive himself if anything happened to goblin. if he had been there, he could have helped. perry could have saved cinder before those czernobog bastards attacked him in his room. perry wants to break down, but holds it together. ziggy wouldn't have wanted him to cry. 

Location: Max's Room

It was a long day. It felt like ages and when Max had gone to take a shower he had only felt himself get even more tired than he already was, his whole body ached but the warm water had been soothing. Padding back to his room he jumped onto this bed, his invited guest already there. The sheets were still nice and cool as he rolled in them more a moment before leaning into the other man.

Max's room looked like it was from a catalog, meticulously curated, it had a delicate balance between negative space and stuff, he changed the colors often but right now it was corals and creams.

Inkotober day 30!!

UNSPKN is a fancomic by @ameb-stuff of the fanfiction “Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach”. I had heard that FINAGLC was a great fanfiction but I didn’t start reading it till I started reading this comic. It is a very good fanfic. If you love Papyrus and having a story centered around him (also angst and sadness) then you will love this fic! link is here!