kinktober day 2 | one night stand, threesome, pregnancy
kinktober '24 masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist
We Can Fix This (part 2) | We Can Do This Together (Part 3)
Story Summary: You meet Feyre and Rhys at your friend Emerie's wedding, and enjoy a long, pleasurable night with the married couple. A month later, though, a certain stick turns pink.
Warnings: Talk of an emotionally abusive ex (very brief), smut, smut, smut, 3k words of smut, pregnancy
Words: ~5.1k
Author's Note: ahhhh I love this one so much. I'm terrified of being pregnant and having a child to raise but if Feysand were the coparents? I miiight reconsider. Also. I am still so obsessed with these two, I don't think it will ever end. And also I wrote waaaay more smut than I planned. Like. I know it's kinktober. But this was supposed to be like a 3k word fic and instead it's 3k of smut and 2k of after smut consequences. Still. I love it!! I hope you guys like it!
18+ only pls
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The wedding was lovely, and the brides were so, so happy. Emerie, your closest friend at work, had gotten married to lovely, kind blonde named Mor.
Their ceremony was beautiful, complete with heartfelt vows that had you shedding a few tears, and seeing the two have their first married kiss made you long to have the same joy.
Until your brain kicked in, and you remembered that you were in no way ready to be in a relationship.
Your last boyfriend had been an absolute ass, attempting to control everything from what you wore and ate to who you spent your time with.
Emerie had been so helpful in getting you out of that relationship, managing to talk sense into your love-addled brain. You had booked it, and moved into your own apartment- the first time you had ever lived alone.
That was nearly a year ago at this point, but you were still working through your insecurities and inability to trust.
So, no relationships for you for the foreseeable future.
The dancing had already started, but you weren't in the mood to dance, especially not alone. Instead, you made your way to the bar, leaning against it with one arm while you waited for the bartender, watching your friend dance with her new bride.
"What would you like?"
You turned back to face the bartender, answering "a glass of rosé, please," and flashed a bright smile at him.
He busied himself with pouring your drink, and you barely noticed when someone else leaned against the bar, to your right.
You tilted your head to look at them, and your heart nearly stopped. The woman in front of you was so breathtaking, so absolutely flawless in her midnight blue dress. Her brilliant blue eyes met yours and she smiled at you warmly, your breath catching at the sight. Her face was a work of art, more divine than any sculptor could ever hope to capture.
The bartender handed you your wine, and asked the woman for her order- a whiskey on ice.
"Hello, my name is Feyre," the woman introduced herself, and if you thought she hadn't been able to be any more attractive, you were wrong once she spoke. Her voice was husky and low, and something in the way she spoke promised nothing but pleasure and long nights, sending heat straight between your thighs.
"My name is Y/N," you replied, doing your best to keep your voice even and not betray just how effected you were by five words.
She repeated your name, testing it on her tongue. "Absolutely beautiful," Feyre said quietly. She thanked the bartender when he passed her her drink, and she took a small sip. Your eyes catalogued the way her throat moved when she swallowed, how her tongue darted out to lick her lips. "How do you know the brides?"
"Oh, I'm a work friend of Emerie's. She keeps me sane, if I'm being honest," you laughed, and Feyre joined you, such a beautiful noise that you found yourself wanting to hear it again. "And yourself?"
"Mor is my husband's cousin, but I think of her as one of my sisters at this point," Feyre replied, and her words made your heart sink slightly.
Married.
"That's lovely, that you get along with your in-laws," you said, trying to conceal your downed hopes at a wonderful evening with the woman in front of you.
"Mm, I definitely feel lucky to get along with her."
Just as she finished speaking, a man slid up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck lightly. He grabbed the drink from her hand and took a deep sip, replacing it in her grasp.
"Oh, Y/N, this is my husband, Rhys," Feyre said, and the man turned to look at you.
It figures that the two most beautiful people you would probably ever meet were married to each other.
His eyes were such a deep blue color that they nearly looked violet, and his hair shined blue-black in just the right lighting. His face itself was gorgeous, those high cheekbones making him look positively regal.
"It's nice to meet you," you said, feeling more shy now with the both of them in front of you.
"I can say the same, darling," Rhys purred at you.
Their voices alone could probably coax you to climax with how heavenly, or perhaps sinful, they both sounded.
His hands had drifted further up Feyre's body, resting just underneath the bust of her dress, his thumbs stroking against the fabric there.
You couldn't help that your eyes were drawn there.
Or that's what you told yourself, as both Feyre and Rhys smirked at you when they caught your eyes, obviously having seen where they'd drifted.
Your cheeks heated, but you refused to look away from them.
That made Feyre smile coyly at you, and she placed a gentle hand on your arm. “Are you here with anyone tonight, darling?”
You shook your head. “No, I hadn’t found anyone… suitable enough.” You tried to keep your voice confident, possibly even bold, with the renewed hope for the night blooming between your thighs.
“What a shame,” Rhys drawled, eyes raking over your form. “You just might have to come home with us, it would be even more of a shame for you to go home alone.”
Your cheeks flushed further at his words, and you stepped a bit closer to the devastatingly beautiful pair.
“Maybe I should.”
Feyre turned her head to look at the dance floor, where most of the wedding party was enjoying the night. “I don’t think Mor or Emerie would mind if we slipped out of the party a bit early, do you, darling?” She asked, turning her eyes back to yours, keeping you captive in her gaze.
“Not one bit,” you said breathlessly, and that was all the pair needed to disentangle themselves and each take one of your arms in theirs, guiding you to the exit at a casual pace.
The three of you grabbed your coats, Rhys slipping yours over your arms before repeating the action with his wife. They led you to a sleek black car, and Feyre led you to the backseat before joining you, Rhys taking the wheel.
The car ride could have taken an hour for all you cared, because the moment you were buckled and moving, Feyre was on you, her lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, filled with her fiery desire, and her hands were already exploring your body over the fabric of your dress.
She squeezed your breasts, testing the fullness of them before pinching at your nipples, the sensitive buds hardening in response, all the while her mouth was making a mess of your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys in their wake. One of her hands trailed down your abdomen, down your thigh to the hem of your dress and slipped under it, dragging up your inner thigh and straight to your core. Her fingers ran over your slit, a breathy moan leaving you as they did. Feyre’s seductive laugh in your ear had you widening your legs for her, giving her better access as your hands clutched at her shoulders, slipping between silky fabric and soft skin.
“No panties? Naughty little girl,” Feyre whispered, just as two fingers dipped between your folds, and Feyre let out a groan when she felt how soaked you were, just for them.
Those same to fingers drifted up, making small, quick circles on your clit, building your pleasure up, up, up-
The door just to your right opened, a gush of cold air entering the car, and Rhys chuckled lowly behind you.
“Couldn’t wait, sweet wife of mine?”
Feyre grinned up at him, her hand already lifting to her mouth, and she sucked your arousal off her fingers, the actions sending another pulse to your core. You whimpered at the sight of her, still slightly leaning over you, her hair disheveled from your wandering hands. “Of course I couldn’t, husband, not with such a sweet treat waiting for me between these thighs.”
Strong arms wrapped around you, and you heard the click of your seatbelt just before your were pulled out of the car, and right into Rhys’s capable hold. Feyre followed just behind, shutting the door behind her and handing a pair of keys to the valet.
Because you weren’t just at a house, you were at a high rise apartment- one with actual security, and a front desk, and a valet for christ’s sake!
You were distracted from that a moment later, Rhys’s lips ghosting across your ear as he whispered, “I am going to absolutely devour you.”
Melting- you had to be melting at this point, the heat between your thighs having built to an inferno, every inch of your skin crying out for these two strangers’ touch.
Once the three of you were in the elevator, Feyre stood in front of you, caging you entirely between the two of them. “Feeling good, darling?” She asked, running her thumb over your cheek. You nodded- you were feeling more than good. In fact, this was the best you had felt in over a year.
Feyre smiled, so dazzling your breath hitched, and she leaned in for a gentle kiss.
The elevator dinged, and the three of you left the elevator, Feyre opening the one lone door at the end of the short hallway while Rhys carried you in, making his way into another hallway and finally arriving in a grand bedroom.
He gently set you down on the bed, your feet just barely dangling off of the edge. Rhys got on his knees before you, and brought your right foot to rest on his thigh as he undid the tie of your shoe. Feyre entered the room a moment later, her coat and shoes already off. She padded across the plush carpet and crawled onto the bed, coming to rest behind you.
Feyre pulled your jacket down, uncovering the skin of your arms to the warm air of their bedroom as Rhys moved on to your left shoe, discarding them to his right once they were both removed.
“Let’s get you out of the dress, darling,” Feyre suggested, already pushing your hair aside and reaching for the zipper, slowly dragging it down your spine. You shuddered slightly under her touch, her fingers lingering along the base of your spine.
“Stand up for us, doll,” Rhys said, holding your hands and helping you up. Feyre moved the straps of your dress off your shoulders, and it slid off your body to pool on the floor, revealing that you were bare underneath.
Rhys clicked his tongue. “Naughty naughty girl, wearing no underwear to a wedding,” he playfully scolded you, bopping your nose with his index finger.
You bit your lip, nervous at your nakedness and how, well- how clothed they still were. “They ruined the silhouette of the dress…”
Feyre laughed behind you. “I know, darling, I'm not wearing any either.”
Rhys gasped in fake surprise. “Two naughty girls in front of me, hmm? How ever will I punish you…” He trailed off, eyes running over your naked form and his wife, hovering behind you with her hands on your hips.
“I know a way,” Feyre suggested, her lips hovering over your neck. “You could… ‘make’ us play with each other.”
You nodded your head without thinking- anything from either of them and your night would be perfect.
Rhys hummed, thinking it over. “That could work, sweet wife. Y/N, would you like to do the honors and undress Feyre?”
You nodded eagerly. “Yes, please,” you groaned, already turning to face Feyre, who was grinning at you, already pulling her hair to the side. You wrapped your arms around her, fumbling for the zipper for a second before slowly dragging it down, and tugged it off of her shoulders. Her dress fell to her feet, your eyes greedily taking in her perfect body.
Your hands came up to cup her chest, thumbs rolling over her nipples and eliciting a small gasp from her lips. “Beautiful,” you murmured, before leaning in and sucking one nipple into your mouth, rolling your tongue over it. One of Feyre’s hands grabbed your hair, keeping your head in place as the other pulled your lower half closer towards her, your bare stomachs resting together as your mouth moved to the other nipple, repeating its movements.
At the sound of leather creaking, you released Feyre’s nipple and turned, eyes met with the sight of Rhys palming himself through his pants, seated in a high backed leather chair in the corner of the room, with a perfect view of the bed. “Don’t mind me, girls, keep playing.”
Feyre decided to follow his order first, spinning you so that you were facing away from the bed, and she gently pushed you down onto it, gesturing for you to scoot up further until you were all the way on.
She spread your legs and crawled between them, resting on her knees and elbows and she dove in, licking a long stripe up your slit. One of your hands shot down, grabbing a fistful of her hair before you could think. Feyre’s tongue played along your clit, lapping at it a few times before going further down to taste your arousal from the source.
Her tongue fucked into you and you squirmed against where Feyre’s hands were holding down your hips, crying out in pleasure. “Please,” you begged, not even sure of what you needed besides more.
Feyre pulled away slightly, her lips hovering over your pussy. “What’s that, darling?” She asked teasingly, smirking when all you did was cant your hips up to her face. “Did you need more?”
“Mhm,” you whined pitifully, half heartedly attempting to push her head back onto you.
“If you insist,” Feyre said, pulling away from you entirely, and you cried out at the loss of contact.
“What are you-?”
Your question was cut off when Feyre positioned herself above your face, sinking down slowly to let your mind catch up.
What you didn’t expect was a tongue to lick up your cunt, and lips to latch around your clit in the next moment. “Fuck,” you moaned out loudly, your head rising up and hitting Feyre, hovering above you.
“Come on, love, open up,” Feyre coaxed, lowering herself slightly, and this time your brain took the hint, your tongue sticking out to lick at her center, the sweet taste of her costing your tongue.
You moaned into her when Rhys’s tongue returned to your clit, working you up to your peak quickly as you own tongue danced over Feyre, moving between her clit and soaked hole as Feyre’s rocking hips allowed. You toppled over the edge when Feyre’s soft hands pinched both of your nipples, and Rhys’s teeth grazed ever so slightly over your clit, the slight pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure tipping you over the edge.
Feyre’s fingers slipped into your cunt when Rhys’s mouth abandoned your clit, pushing in and out of you, stretching you out.
A moment later you heard the crinkle of a wrapper- a condom, thank god you didn’t have to ask- and Rhys’s warm body was between your legs, keeping you spread apart. Feyre’s fingers left your hole, but were quickly replaced by the thick head of Rhys’s cock, pushing in just the tip before pulling out, sing you.
You whined into Feyre’s cunt, and her hips stuttered above you, sinking down further for a moment before lifting back up.
“Are you ready for me, Y/N?” Rhys asked, hands tapping on your inner thighs. You nodded your head as much as you could, unwilling to take your mouth of off Feyre. “Use your words, babygirl,” he said, tapping your thighs again.
You pulled off of Feyre with a groan and moaned, “Yes,” before latching your mouth back onto Feyre’s clit.
Rhys chuckled when Feyre cried out again, her hands on your breasts propping her up as she came. He pushed in to the hilt, and your loud moan was muffled by Feyre’s skin, her hips still shaking over you.
She went to move off of you, but your arms came up to grip her thighs, keeping her seated on your face- it would be her throne for the rest of time, if you had your way. “Y/N!” Feyre screamed as you kept her over the edge as long as you could, tongue working furiously as Rhys began pumping in and out slowly. Each heavenly drag of his cock made you moan into Feyre’s cunt, and you knew you were in for a long night.
Feyre finally pried herself away from your face, falling back against the bed for a few seconds as Rhys continued fucking you, his pace still slow and steady, a thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock so well,” Rhys praised, and your face scrunched in delight as you beamed up at him, a squeaky moan leaving your lips when he hit just the right spot.
“Oh, that was delightful,” Feyre groaned, moving so she was laying to your right, hand stroking over your stomach. “Make her do it again, Rhysie,” she demanded, looking to her husband.
“Yes, dear,” Rhys said with a smirk, angling his cock in the same way again, hitting the sensitive area once more, the same noise pulled from your lips. Feyre grinned in delight, her hand moving up to your chest slowly.
“We are going to have so much fun,” she whispered in your ear. “Are you going to be a good girl for us?”
You nodded your head vigorously, needing to please them in that moment.
“That’s good, sweet little thing. Very, very good,” Rhys said, the last three words punctuated by deep thrusts that made you see stars, your second orgasm of the night claiming you.
“Do you think we could get… five out of you?” Feyre asked softly as you came down, Rhys still buried inside of you. You nodded your head, even though you weren’t sure they would be able to. But you would be damned if you didn’t let them try. “Let’s get started on the third, then, babygirl,” Feyre said, a soft kiss placed on your lips as her hand played with your nipples.
Oh, yes. You were definitely in for a long night.
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Sunlight was just beginning to light the room when you awoke, tangled between two warm bodies. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, for a moment not remembering at all where you had ended up last night, before it all came rushing back.
Feyre. Rhys. The best sex of my life.
You looked to both sides of you carefully, and after seeing that the two of them were still fast asleep, you carefully slinked out of their bed, slipping on your shoes and dress from the night before, and pulling on your coat as you made your way to the door of their bedroom. Thankfully, your keys and phone were still in the zippered pocket you had put them in the night before, so you wouldn’t have a problem getting home.
Before you left the room, you took one last look at the couple that would occupy your dreams for the next few months. You sighed quietly, and opened the door gently, shutting it softly behind you. After a moment of trying, you found the front door.
The elevator was thankfully empty the entire ride down, and the lobby was free of everyone but the front desk person and security guard. You smiled awkwardly at both of them as you left the building, feeling so, incredibly out of place.
You caught the train home, collapsing into your bed after shrugging off your dress and removing your shoes.
Last night had been perfect. It was fun, casual, and had boosted your confidence incredibly high.
As you snuggled into your pillows, you couldn’t help but miss the warmth you had woken up in, but you knew it was better this way. They were married and you weren’t ready to commit.
That’s what you told yourself, at least.
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The next month was hard.
You had been handed a massive project at work before Emerie had come back from her honeymoon, and you had been struggling with it ever since, even with some input from the other woman.
You had reacted poorly to a few choices that your boss had made regarding the project, both of them ruining a weeks worth of work each.
Then, your ex, George, had found where you lived, and had started harassing you there and at work again, like he had right after you’d left him.
Overall, you’d had so many reasons to not question how vulnerable and exhausted you were feeling.
It was only when you had hurled your guts up in your work’s bathroom for the third day in the row that your realized.
You hadn’t had your period in over two months. And your heart dropped into your stomach.
You were crouched over a toilet during your lunch break, peeing on a stick to figure out if you were just being paranoid.
But you knew. You knew.
And when that stick turned pink, a positive plus sign so dark and obvious you couldn’t deny it, you cried in the pharmacy bathroom stall.
You made your way back to your office once you had dried your tears, so many fears playing in your mind.
You were single, unmarried, hell, the child was a product of a threesome with a married couple. You hadn’t felt ready for a relationship, let alone a child.
But… with your hand resting on your stomach, you felt… joy. Hope. A baby was growing inside of you, against all odds. The three of you had made sure to use a condom every time Rhys fucked you, and how often did condoms really fail?
What are we going to do, little nugget? You thought to yourself, your hand rubbing a soothing circle over your still flat abdomen.
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Two weeks later, and you had made a final decision. You were keeping the baby.
You had also decided that you needed to see Rhys and Feyre again, to at least tell them what was happening.
But you were nervous. So, so nervous as you stood outside of their apartment building. It looked even more intimidating than the night you had first come here.
You made your way to the front doors, expecting them to open when you pushed on the door.
It didn’t budge.
“Ma’am, please state your name and who you are trying to visit,” the security guard next to the door said.
“Oh, I’m uhm. My name is Y/N, I’m here to see Rhys and Feyre, please.”
The guard flipped through a tablet, then shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, you aren’t on the list of approved visitors. You’re welcome to call them and be put on the list, but until them I’m afraid you have to leave.”
Your face flushed, embarrassed with the fact that you couldn’t call the couple.
“Uhm… Would there be any way that I could just wait in the lobby for them, or you could call them for me? I really, really need to speak with them, but I don’t have their phone numbers,” you pleaded, hoping that the man would take pity on you.
He sighed. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, ma’am. You’ll just have to find another way to contact them.”
It was your turn to sigh, tears involuntarily spilling from your eyes. “Thank you, I- I’m sorry,” you said, sniffling to keep the worst of the tears at bay until you were able to turn away from him.
You wiped at your eyes as you started walking, tears pouring from your eyes as your heightened hormones kicked your panic into overdrive-
And then you smacked directly into a broad chest.
“I’m so sorry,” you cried, your eyes on the ground so you wouldn’t have to see the person’s expression.
“Hey, it’s o- Y/N?” A velvety voice asked.
Rhys.
You looked up, blinking the tears from your eyes as you took in the male. He was just as beautiful as you remembered, and you knew you made a mistake in coming here.
You were an absolute wreck, and here he was, a Greek god come to life.
“Is everything alright, Y/N?” He asked gently, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
“I- I-” you stuttered, the words catching in your throat, more tears spilling over and sobs tore from your lungs. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest for a comforting hug.
“Let’s get you inside, hmm, darling? We can talk and get you some coffee, alright?”
You nodded in agreement, still feeling unable to speak.
He released you from his hold but kept one of his arms wrapped around yours, and guided you into the building.
This time when you entered the elevator, you noticed that Rhys used a special key on the button pad, causing the lowest button to light up, which he pushed.
The ride was quick, and he ushered you out of the door and through their front door.
“Rhysie, are you home?” Feyre’s voice asked from far away, likely a few rooms down.
“Yes, love, and I think you should come out here, I found a special someone on my way home,” Rhys called out, his hands automatically taking your jacket and hanging it alongside his. A hand on your low back guided you into a sitting room, and Feyre came out of the hallway that you believed led to their bedroom.
“Oh, Y/N!” Feyre exclaimed, obviously not having expected you to be the visitor. “This is a pleasant surprise, what are you doing here love?” As she got closer, she could see how red and puffy your face was from crying, and the tears still running down your face, at a slower pace now. “Is everything alright?”
You shook your head, but couldn’t speak, still too choked up from your tears.
“Let’s sit down, okay?” Feyre said, taking you by the arm and leading you to a couch, sinking down onto it with you. “Rhys, would you go get her something warm to drink?”
“Of course. Would you like coffee, love?”
“Oh, uh, no, I’ll have tea, please- non-caffeinated if you can,” you replied, heat coloring your cheeks.
Rhys’s brow furrowed for a moment before smoothing out, and he nodded. “I’ll be right back, girls.”
He left in the direction that you assumed their kitchen was in, and Feyre’s hand came to rub small circles on your upper back.
“Do you want to talk about it, love?”
“No, but… I need to,” you sniffled, rubbing your sleeves against your eyes.
“Okay… Would you like me to guess?” Feyre asked, pinching your side lightly and you giggled softly.
“No, no, I don’t… It’s not something that you should find out in that way.”
Rhys came back at that moment, three mugs clutched in his hands. “Alright, here’s a lemon ginger tea for you, Y/N, and a coffee for you Fey.” He sat in the chair to your left, and sat his mug down on the coffee table. “Now, why are we so lucky to see you again today, love?”
You took a sip of the tea, thankful for the warmth, and the flavor helped the the nausea that had started building in your stomach. “I’m, uh…” You trailed off for a moment, trying to figure out how best to phrase this. But really, there was no good way to say this. “I’m pregnant.”
Both of them blinked at you, confused.
“I… I haven’t had… sex… with anyone besides the two of you in almost a year and- and I know that we used condoms and it doesn’t make sense and you probably want absolutely nothing to do with me- I’ll just go,” you rambled, setting your cup down and tried to stand up, only for both of them to clamp a hand down on you.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Feyre asked, her tone… happy?
You didn’t understand.
“What makes you think we want nothing to do with you, love?” Rhys asked, one of his hands turning your head to look at him, and you could swear you saw silver lining his eyes.
“Because… I was a one night stand, and I… You two are married, and perfect, and I’m just…”
“Just what, hmm? You’re perfect too, you know,” Feyre said, and arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into her side.
“That’s not-” you sighed. “I just mean that this is nothing that you could have planned for, or wanted. That’s all.”
“Actually, Y/N…” Rhys began. “Feyre and I have been trying to have a child for the last two years, with no success. We want a child, and have wanted a child for so long. Maybe our meeting you was some divine intervention, leading us to something we never knew we wanted, along with all that we’ve ever wanted.”
Tears filled your eyes as he spoke, his kind words washing over you.
“If I can be honest with you, Y/N, Rhys and I… We haven’t been able to keep you out of our thoughts in the past six weeks, we were so close to just asking Emerie for your phone number.”
The tears spilled over, and Rhys got up from his chair and scooped you up, taking your place and setting you on his lap. Feyre grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table and dabbed at your eyes, Rhys’s hand smoothing your hair out of your face.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Feyre cooed at you, kissing your cheeks. “Unless you don’t want the child…?”
You shook your head vigorously, strands of your hair smacking Rhys in the face. “No, I… I want to keep my little nugget, it’s just. I’m so happy,” you cried, your sobs returning in full force.
“Oh, love,” Rhys chuckled. “Everything is going to be okay. We can do this. There are three of us after all, and that means two people to help take care of you while you’re carrying our sweet little nugget, as you called it.”
They both placed a hand on your lower abdomen, and you all let it sink in.
You were having a baby.
And with the two of them by your side, you almost felt prepared.
But first i want to clear some misconceptions about his canon character in hand. Which means that you have to forget about Underverse!Ink for a sec, since he’s not canon
(Everything in this post is about headcanons based off ink’s canon behaviors)
.Ink lacks empathy.
This seems to be a big misconception and big knowledge about his character , which is, unfortunate for some, not true. You see, every time that ink’s ‘lack of empathy’ is portrayed in ink canon, it’s rather shown as a social difficulty rather than an *actual* lack of empathy. Even if he can be a wreck less and careless individual sometimes, proving that ink’s a really flawed character (if you didn’t realized)
(There was an ask here :/)
( >>>>Not knowing how<<<<< or wanting to put yourself in someone else’s shoes sure does protect you)
( of an apathetic character Ink can be when he>>>> doesn’t know how <<<<<to deal with the emotions of people close to him)
Even if he had low empathy it’s not a reason to demonize him (like some people do) bc it’s not a bad thing.
. Ink is a bad rp bc he’s aroace.
Remember that ink is not the only character who’s aroace, dream and fresh are some examples of other aroace characters in UTMV (demiromantic; aromantic and asexual respectively)
.Ink is a bad rp bc he’s soulless(1) and doesn’t care for anyone (2) and can’t feel emotions (3).
This one is a little messed up, since it’s rotted based on Underverse!Ink and i *kinda* see where people are coming from, even if i disagree entirely.
(1)Yes, Ink is soulless, everyone knows that. But is remarkable to remember (again) that he wasn’t always soulless. He had a soul before, but ripped it in a desperate attempt to get away from his original au (read ‘his story’ for further clarification) and was the actual only person to develop emotions in his au, which is kinda ironic. His lack of soul is way more of a price from erasing himself from his au rather than a metaphor for anything.
(2) Sure, he can’t truly care for anyone (due to him being soulless). But that doens’t mean he doesn’t care y’know? It’s actually the opposite.
( His own person is one of his least important priorities. He wouldn’t absorb the soul of something or someone else just for his sake)
( likes to motivate characters[...] He’s able to change clothes on people just by a paint of his brush, and he loves to create the kind of outfit they like.)
(3) People seems to forget that he can’t feel on *his own* and not that he’s truly unable to feel anything with some help (why do you think ink vials are a thing?)
. He’s completely selfish and self-centered.
Yes, Ink can indeed be selfish, as comyet said, but he’s far from completely selfish’ ( i think what i already said before answers this one)
And yes, ink is self-centered
(He is an insecure, self-centered character with abandonment issues [...])
And people say that he’s like that bc he’s soulless, a bad person, and a bitch (ink is a bitch, but for different reasons). But no, as comyet put it as a result of trauma. Ink is self-centered because he’s insecure about his inner self worth and value, that has nothing to do with his lack of soul. If you want to read more about insecurity and self-centeredness and how it ties with an obscure angst:
What do you think about all day? If it is mostly about you, then you may suffer from self-centeredness. People consider self-centeredness to
Some of you may (or not) have seen my post about my hot take in regards of ink sans nd headcanons. And yes, i indeed hdc him with both ADHD and ASD. He has traits of both disorders, but people tend to lean more on the ADHD part (maybe bc of this post: https://comyet.tumblr.com/post/159380597633/i-love-how-canon-ink-is-just-kind-of-a-jerk-on ), In regard of said information i’m going with the ASD part (this will be fun).
First, what is exactly ASD?
ASD, or autism spectrum disorder is a difficult to define neurodevelopment disability, it is a disability don’t get it twisted. In my case it means that i can’t wear a lot of clothes bc of how it feels on my skin; i need to wear headphones to most public places to not get overstimulated, including concerts, restaurants, school classes etc...; my auditory memory is terrible but my visual memory is perfect; i will not understand nonverbal cues and making eye contact is uncomfortable at best and painful at worst.
Even though Autism is a very broad disorder and every individual will be affected (not a bad thing) in different ways, since it is a spectrum disorder. Every autistic person needs to meet a diagnosis criterion in order to get diagnosed with it, the so called: DSM-5 criteria for ASD (remember that some autistics may not fit the criteria and still be autistic)
*The DSM-5, abbreviation for The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, is a handbook used by health care professionals in the United States and much of the world as the authoritative guide to the diagnosis of mental disorders. DSM contains descriptions, symptoms and other criteria for diagnosing mental disorders. (Source provided by Mr. Google). *
From now on, i’m using the DSM- 5 to >>>explain <<<< my Ink headcanon without claiming he’s canonically autistic or diagnose said character.
As stated before, ASD is broad, but it exists a criterion to get diagnosed with it. Such Criteria Includes: Social difficulties and Repetitive patterns of behavior
A- Persistent deficits in social communication and social interaction across multiple contexts, as manifested by the following, currently or by history
1. Deficits in social-emotional reciprocity.
Ink shows an atypical way of social approach and back and forth conversation style. It is often manifested by saying things that, probably, other people wouldn’t say and completely dominating a conversation.
The most in-character Ink page I’ve ever seen!!! I’m so happy!! D’: The art is gorgeous too and I’ve always LOVED seeing Paper Crane, his de
For instance, in this comic, Ink completely blurs out the entire conversation, without letting a back and forth discussion happen and leading to just him talking and pointing out what he noticed about the other skeleton physical appearance, implying that Ink is good at noticing small details but completely overlooks the big picture, that in this case, is that he’s not letting others talk and eventually making them bored, that can translate to his inability to read faces and nonverbal communication styles intuitively . (Going to talk more about this bellow)
2. Deficits in nonverbal communicative behaviors used for social interactions.
This one is tricky one, bc ink is not explicitly stated as having any nonverbal communication difference, it’s not explicitly said but it’s definitely there.
Ink his FAQ, it’s said ‘’with him hardly having a proper social understanding’’
If you don’t know, social understanding is a big, but I mean BIG, part of social interactions. It stands for the complex cognitive (has nothing to do with intelligence) ability of social competence, the ability to understand that other people have emotions, lives and false beliefs that they possess under their initial presentation (nothing to do with empathy). Social understanding is developed very early in life, with eye-gazing and use of gestures to engage or express a need. (Nonverbal communication)
As said before, ink shows to have problems with seeing the big picture, which makes total sense for him to not have a proper social understanding, since it stands for big picture thinking and processing the large social environment. Social skills are different from Social Understanding, where social skills are more about ‘say and do this, it I’ll help’, social understanding is more about ‘why should I do this’, to process the larger social communication is needed to understand nonverbal communication.
3. Deficits in developing, maintaining and understanding relationships.
I’m sure what I said before summarizes this one. But I think it’s valid to remember two things: 1-that ink do show interest in people and in making friends, but also shows a lot of difficulty making and maintaining it.
2- And he is able to understand people, but not in an intuitive way. In his FAQ (again) it’s said that he tries to discover his enemies’ motives and try to talk to them. In order to discover them, he analyses the entire situation to understand people. He can understand you, but it’s definitely an ability that didn’t came naturally to him and something he had to learn with time.
B. Restricted, repetitive patterns of behavior, interest, or activities, as manifested by at leat two of the following, currently or by history.
1. Stereotyped or repetitive motor movements, use of objects, or speech.
While searching for this one I noticed that ink do shows repetitive motor movements such as:
. Bouncing up and down.
. Beings described as bouncing on heels
. Repeatedly moving his legs
. Repeatedly sitting upside down (with the help of his paint brush, image can be found of the 2020 redesign concept art)
. Humming and whistling
. Repeatedly sticking tongue out (seen in the prism collection stickers)
. Jumping
. and doodling.
2. Insistence on sameness, inflexible adherence to routines, or ritualized patterns of verbal or nonverbal behavior.
I think one aspect of ink’s character that is, or should be, widely known is that he NEVER goes off script, every world, au and character in the multiverse needs to always be and follow the script. This is shown to be a big deal for Ink, even though he’s honestly the only one who even bothers about it. This behavior is caused by his unusual persistence on the respect of the creator’s initial intention for the au in hand and genuinely being uncomfortable by any changes, especially forced ones.
there was an ask in comyet blog where they said that ink doesn’t see forced changes as good things, but I can’t find it right now, so you gotta believe me on this one.
Others repetitive behaviors that I noticed is that he always has his scarf on, for some reason.
3. Highly restricted, fixated interests that are abnormal in intensity or focus.
Ok this is a FUN one.
In his FAQ (it strikes again), it’s said that he’s very passionate about art.
In my view, I dare to say that his big special interest is art, mainly because of what I said before (passionate and etc…) and also bc he uses it to be more connected to the world around him.
‘’ He likes to motivate characters and creators’’
‘’ He loves to create the kind of outfit they like’’
Ans that is honestly exactly what special interests are, things autistic people are passionate about that help us socializing and connect with people better, it is essential for us.
Wait! I’m not finished!
Some time ago, in September. Comyet said that he, canonically, experiences hyperfixations. (it's also one of the inktobertale 2022 prompts)
If you’re unfamiliar with the term, ‘hyperfixation’ it's described as a state *where you’re completely engrossed by something, to the point where it becomes all-consuming and disrupts your day-to-day*(mr google again) Translation: It happens when your every waking thoughts are solely focused on one thing to the point that you cannot consume other pieces and forms of media, and can even let you neglect basic human instincts such as eating or sleeping, because all of your thought are focused on this one thing that you can’t let your head off of it.
‘Hyperfixation’ is considered a neurodivergent experience only, mainly ADHD and ASD but other conditions can also be included.
And another thing is that ink shows a excessive preoccupation with, mainly, inanimate objects such a his paintbrush Broomie. This is one of Ink characteriscs that lead people to hdc him as autistic, because personalizing inanimate objects are really common in autistic people in compare of control groups. Read more here:
Object personification is the attribution of human characteristics to non-human agents. In online forums, autistic individuals commonly repo
4. Hyper- or hyperreactivity to sensory input or unusual interest in sensory aspects of the environment.
I personally didn’t notice much sensory differences in Ink, but I think it’s important to mention some:
. Ink is described as not feeling much physical pain (it’s stated that being soulless contributes with this one, but still)
. Ink doesn’t sense hunger, thirst and sleepiness (I can also be bc he’s soulless but since his vials makes him have a ‘normal constitution’ I’m still unsure)
. Ink doesn’t have a favorite food because he doesn’t sense taste very much and will eat burned and overcooked food without problems, implying that he is hyposensitive to taste, something that his father also seems to have.
. Ink is a very touchy, maybe more than average, person. Being described as loving hugs.
. It’s also implied that he may not like hearing shoes…. Maybe
In my bias Ink comes across as more hyposensitive than hypersensitive to sensory input, which makes sense, because he's hyperactive, may be because he has ADHD and may be because of the low sensory information his brain recieves that causes him to serch more sensory information by himself (reading on autistic hyposensitivity and hyperactivity is recommended!).
So….. I think that’s all for the dsm-5 part! But wait, I’m still not finished.
(Emphasizing again that I’m not diagnosing or saying that he’s canonically autistic, my objective was just to explain my headcanon in the most structured way possible. I also couldn't put the link of every ask quoted here, sorry)
I also would like to point out another autistic traits ink has that are not listed ink the dsm- 5 criteria (still in a very structured way):
.Ink is canonically ambidextrous, meaning that he can write and draw with both hands and have an equal efficiency. scientific research claims that atypical handness incrises in ASD individuals.
An elevated prevalence of atypical handedness (left-, mixed-, or non-right-handedness) has been repeatedly reported in individuals with Auti
. Every time when someone asks if ink would have an assistant to help him with his work, comyet always says that he prefers to be alone/ do his work alone and is not the biggest fan of constant company.
As you may know, prefering to be alone is a well known autistic trait. Which is very confusing because like, isn't ink afraid of being alone???? It's also said that he likes to be alone because he knows, in deepth, that there are worlds and au's around him meaning that he's not actually alone, also impliying that he prefers to parallel play, that refers to doing things separately with the company of another person (that in this case are just... au's) another autistic trait.
. if you are here it means that you've read the entire essay, and in one part of it i said that ink has difficulty making friends. While that's true, it's not completly true y know?
You see, ink actually has 2 friends (wow) and they're not Dream and Blue (you bozos) I'm talking about Top!Gaster and Aster.
What caught my attention is that they're both 20 years older than ink (ink is ageless but he acts like a 20 year old and Gaster and Aster are in their early 40's). What i'm trying to translate is that he may get along with older people better rather than people in his age.
. Talking about his relantionship with his fathers futher more, different from fanon ink, ink shows to be very loyal to them. In ask answered by comyet in 2017 (i think) it's said that he doesn't get attached to people easily AT ALL, but when he does, the relantionship will last through thick and thin. (you can search that ask in comyet's blog)
. He sits weird....... yeah
. In 2022 inktobertale there is a prompt ''Nest'' maybe impliying that he makes nest with things/objects. Common autistic trait
. In the last... 2 years since the Ink redesing, a lot of people been hdc him as being the most flexible person on the earth. (contortionist levels of flexibility dare i say). Also in 2020, comyet reblog an drawing of just 'ink being flexible' and quoted 'flexible boy'. So i think it's safe to say that it's canon.
One thing that not much people seems to know/think about is that Hypermobility ( the ability to bend joints in a unusual way) is way more common in autistic groups (search about this information is also recommended)
. Okay, this is a very cool one.
Liking ink or not, i think everyone agrees that he's GNC af (gender nonconforming). He loves to wear dresses and agender outfits (comyet said it themself) and in november 2021 ink been confirmed as also using they/them pronouns.
What i'm trying to say is that ink certainly has some kind of gender issues or conflict with it ( even if he's a male).
On a study made in March of 2022 , Autism Spectrum disorder is often, but i mean OFTEN, linked with transsexuality, non-binary and gnc identities. In a nutshell, autistic people are 11x more likely to present themselfs in a more gender nonconforming way compared with control groups.
The suggested overlap between autism spectrum disorder (ASD) and gender dysphoria/incongruence (GD/GI) has been much disputed. This review s
I always thought error and inks differences sort of…..completed each other, I guess? I’m not sure how to put it.
Having ink around consistently, having that one constant in his life could really help stabilize error, both emotionally and probably physically as well since he seems to glitch worse when he’s upset.
Having error in his life would help ink feel SEEN, like he doesn’t have to ‘be useful’ or justify his existence. There’s someone there who loves HIM, and he never has to be afraid of being alone or forgotten or abandoned.
I just feel like they could both help heal each other, y’know?
NO I AGREE 100%
i think their differences complete each other too! to me i just never see people talk about their similarities - but then again, it's those similarities that make their differences stand out so much more in my mind!
they are definitely constants for each other, too. i mean, considering error remembers nothing about who he was as geno except for the sheer resentment and anger moments before becoming a glitch, it's no wonder he feels so conflicted about the multiverse. he's selfishly selfless, in a way, because he resents having all those ridiculous versions of him get a happy ending when he didn't, while also not wanting the same exact situation that he went through to be repeated.
and ink's whole relationship to the creators is something that i view to be both emotionally and mentally unhealthy, y'know? like, it gets into his head that he's "above" everyone else because he has this special connection - a connection made by being gifted paints that allow him to feel - and in response to that connection, he wants it to be consistent and reciprocal, so he feels like he owes the creators his entire existence.
their main differences are in these things - that ink feels like his existence can only be justified by appealing to the creators, which means to keep them around and keep himself from being forgotten, more AUs and conflict must be created. but then there's error, who feels like his existence cannot be truly justified, that everything has gone wrong for him - why him? he asks himself - and that stirs such a deep burning bitterness inside of him.
so yeah, while they could absolutely clash and have trouble seeing eye to eye in respect of their circumstances, it's also possible that such differences are what make them get along so well! because they're on totally opposite sides of perspective, yet on the same exact spectrum.
it's kind of like how i'm somewhat of an optimistic nihilist, and my best friend is a more pessimistic nihilist. we definitely don't see completely eye to eye on our outlooks on life, but we also understand that these things are littered with complexities and nuance and that's why we still get along. because there's so much variation.
it's honestly just really fun to dissect error and ink and wonder what their dynamic would be like with respect to their canon characters - or as close to canon as possible - because it goes over so much that fanon has, in large part, ignored or forgotten
I have never thought about those two like this before mainly because I didn't know how to get to know the characters on another level but like I absolutely love how their dynamic was explained in this and I just think that its amazing and has definitely giving me a better understanding of the two and a more open mind about the fandom its self all together
