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blue-jisungs · 6 months ago

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4 soft thoughts.. maybe something like waiting at the dorm for Intak after theyve had practice? 😊😊

driving force

[ axe’s memo ! ] ahhh someone finally reqing for my boyfie intak anon ill kiss u on the forehead gently 🤲

[ extras ! ] a quick write on my phone, not proofread (the day i do is the day we celebrate)

intak desired nothing more than rest. actually, no, scratch that. he desired resting with you in his arms. he believed in you having magic powers that brought all his life force back after a tiring practice.

however, he knew you're busy. a small pout accomanied his features throughout the whole day ever since you texted him that you have to stay up late at work.

the boys went to grab some food but he wasn't in the mood and decided to go straight to their dorm. sluggishly opening the door, painfully slowly entering the dorm... everything was so halted whenever you weren't around.

immersing himself in the silence of the place, he took off his shoes and went to grab fresh clothes. then, he stepped into the shower. putting a playlist in the background and losing himself in the feeling of water washing away the tiredness, he didn't realize the faint sounds coming from the kitchen.

the kitchen, where you were giggling underneath your breath while finishing a meal for him. keeho texted you anout intak skipping the meal so you decided to save the day. and it so happened that you-

"huh?"

you turned around and saw intak with a towel wrapped around his waist loosely. water was dripping down his toned stomach and dark, wet hair was falling onto his forehead. you gulped and shyly looked up, catching a flash of proud smirk on his lips.

"am i hallucinating or...?" he grinned, slowly walking up to you.

you turned around quickly to finish decorating his meal.

"it turned out that i wasn't needed. in any other scenario i would be offended but i gladly took the offer to leave early" a hum left your lips as you felt his arms wrapping around you. his wet body instatly soaked your shirt but you didn't mind. you knew intak needed that hug.

he was like a puppy, needing to be glued to you at all times.

"i'm happy you're here" intak mumbled into your neck, clinging onto you as close as humanly possible. if he could, he would crawl and live inside your skin.

"me too. i need to recharge my dance machine, hm?" you grinned and put your hand over his that was resting atop your hip. he only hummed, not able to form a coherent answer "you need to eat first though, takie"

while he practically inhaled the food, you made the bed and grabbed pyjamas for the two of you. it was quite early but he seemed exhausted, his energy levels lower than usually.

before you realized, he was pulling you towards the bed with a pout on his lips. you plopped onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. the smell of his shampoo filled your nostrils.

"i hate when you're away for so long" he murmured into your neck, wrapping his hands around your waist. you leaned away for a bit, some of your hair tangling in his face. he brushed them away tenderly, pure love and adoration in his eyes.

"i know, 'm sorry. i need to tell my boss that my clingy puppy of a boyfriend needs me. that'll do the trick, hm? you teased him and placed a gentle kiss on his nose. that only caused him to roll his eyes.

"and you can't even kiss me properly" he grunted.

"my bad, you big baby" you smiled and fixed your position so you could kiss him more comfortably.

your kisses were quite literally intak's driving force. despite all the soreness and tiredness, he felt a rush of adrenaline in his veins once your lips merged with his in a sweet kiss. you both tasted like mint toothpaste but neither of you minded. what counted in that moment was your sole presence and shared love.

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sugurouge · 7 months ago

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TEA MY LOVE I HAVE A REQUEST. And I know you are the only one I trust with this cause I know you’ll kill it maybe a little nsfw drabble of Tattoo Artist!Endo (or Togame whoever you’re feeling) fucking you in his shop after giving you a sternum tattoo? (Or like any tattoo it doesn’t matter I just peg him as a boob guy lol) He’s just starting down at you, one well placed whimper of pain has him snapping. OKAY I LOVE YOU BYE 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

listen, listen, THANK U SO MUCH IM HONOURED TO HAVE YOU BE MY FIRST EVER WIND BREAKER REQUEST!! BUT as if i could think about togame if you bring endo up first. i couldn't make him fold right on the spot, he somewhat tried to be a professional (or i just like to make him suffer)! but thank you so much for your trust and i hope i don't disappoint <3 i also can't shut up so forgive me for the length

— sickly sweet : tattoo artist!endo yamato x f!reader

summary: you heard about a great tattoo artist online. his reviews were astounding, almost too good to be true. but the shared images of his works convinced you to enter his shop. even more handsome than transferred online, endo welcomes you in, open and down to fulfil your request on the spot. he needed to stall some time anyway. but he didn't expect to be this affected by a pair of boobs and pretty whimpers

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content warnings! smut, pet names like angel & sweetheart, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, obviously you're getting tattooed so there will be mentions of needles and blood, don't try this with your tattoo artist

Customers like to stare at Endo's exposed body, at the tattoos decorating his skin. And he loves it; he practically basks in the attention. So, seeing your curious eyes roam over his arms, shoulders, and neck really shouldn’t distract him. You’re here to get a tattoo in a rather painful area of your body. Placed beneath him on the tattoo lounger, fighting like a brave soldier. You want a pretty tattoo, so you’ve got to be good for Endo to work his magic.

Yet, he keeps thinking about how you jerked beneath his touch when he placed the stencil on your skin, when he fixed up the lines by drawing on your chest. He made sure you were comfortable, even taping the fabric of the towels in place, should your arms grow tired of protecting your tits from his hungry, concentrated stares.

You can see the heavy swallow in his throat, see the way his brows furrow behind his curls. The handsome guy tattooing and touching you all over is really the only thing that keeps you from crying out loud.

Neither of you expect the adorable whimper that slips past your lips as Endo’s hand rests on your chest for stability. The needle just hit a sensitive spot. “I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, trying to act cool, tough.

Fuck, you’re so cute. He shakes his head, fighting his inner demons, struggling to stay professional. Thank God he covered half of his face behind a hygiene mask. “No problem,” he murmurs. “I know it hurts like shit; got one myself.” Your little hum in response is nearly as heavenly as your whimper. Please, whimper again.

Endo presses his feet into the ground, forcing himself not to bop his leg. Yeah, he needs a break; he can't think straight, can't ignore the weight of his cock in his jeans. But he's almost done, so close to finishing up and shooing you out of his shop. “Nearly there, sweetheart,” he says, the pet name escaping before he can catch himself, eyes widening. Thankfully, you’re too distracted by your own embarrassment and pain, mumbling "yeah" once, twice, as your thighs press together.

Your eyes follow a drip of sweat that runs along Endo’s neck, gaze hungrily dipping beneath the fabric of his tank top as he bends forward a little more. If you grabbed his hair, you could pull his pretty face right into your tits. Endo finishes up the last line, perfecting the tattoo with one final stinging pain he held for the end. Your toes curl in response, teary eyes rolling in their sockets as you spoil him with a pleased little moan, pain and lust clouding your mind.

Did you hear the curses beneath Endo’s mask? He hopes you’re too distracted to notice his eyes clouding with lust, pupils widening as he watches the jiggle of your tits with your heaving chest. The tattoo gun rests on the side table; he should go ahead and wipe your body clean. He really should get moving. He definitely needs to wank one out after you finally leave.

“Gonna clean you up, ‘kay? ’S gonna be cold,” he warns lowly. And come on, he has to reward himself a little. He has to lose the little strips of tape before he cleans your sternum, wiping off the mixture of blood and ink. One hand rests against your rib, thumb grazing your right boob ever so teasingly as his right hand cleans your skin. You hiss at the sensation, your hand flying up to cover your sounds as you bite into the side of your finger. “Almost finished, angel.” This has to be how he got this insane rating on the internet, you think, nodding your head up and down to his reassurance.

And when your eyes meet, he wonders: Do you do this in purpose? Look so desperate for cock? What do you want him to do? Why is it so fucking hot in here? Endo’s eyes flicker from your freshly tattooed skin back up to your eyes. He presses the protective cover on top of your tattoo, his warm hand rubbing along your chest as he finally frees himself from the mask, carelessly dropping it on the table. It’s unfair how handsome he is. It’s unfair how you lean into his touch. It’s easy for him to slip off the covers from your tits and cup them with his hands. His lips attach themselves to your skin, kissing along the bouncy flesh until he can suckle on your nipples, it’s cute how you suddenly fight back your sounds and your eyes fall shut upon the sensations. He totally deserves a five-star review.

Your fingers card through his locks, holding him close. You wouldn’t want him to stop now. Endo moves on top of you; confident in how much the lounger can handle. “Not sure which one of us eye-fucked the other harder,” he whispers in your ear. You can hear the grin on his lips. “But I for sure need to hear you moan for me now.” With that, he lets you feel just how hard you’ve made him, grinding down against your cunt as his kisses reach your neck.

“D-do you sleep with all your customers?” The silly question has him chuckle into the crook of your neck before he busies himself with pulling down your skirt, making short progress of your panties at the same time.

“Would you fuck all your tattoo artists?” Endo shoots back with a smirk on his lips, challenging you with that gut-wrenching eye contact again. He teases your clit, dips his fingertips into your begging hole only to pull back. Do you know how hot you are when you part your lips like that? When you crease your brows into this little look of utter bliss?

It is nearly impossible to quip back a witty reply. “Only if they were hot,” nothing but a distracted mumble as you yearn for satisfaction only he can give you now. “Why, thanks, angel,” Endo chuckles, “but enough small talk.”

Your legs are pushed apart by his gloved hands, pressed against your sides to be on display for him. You weren’t prepared for his cock to impact your pussy like this, not ready for the delicious stretch he overwhelms you with as your nails dig into his tattoos. You writhe beneath him, the shyness gone and replaced by filthy moans and curses mixing between your lips while Endo fucks you hard. Your mouths crash together in lust as you pull him in deeper and deeper. Don't mind the creaking of the lounger, relish in the panting of your tattoo artist, and enjoy the sensations of his gloved hands digging into your thighs as he laps at your tits.

The slapping of skin bounces off the walls before the chime of the bell rings through your body, your pussy gripping like a vice around Endo’s cock in shock as his hand comes up to cover your mouth. Not right now. He couldn’t possibly stop fucking you. “We’re closed for the night!” he yells toward the front of his shop, his hips unrelenting in pushing forward into you. You see the strain in his body in the way his veins pop underneath his skin, fighting his own noises as he waits for an answer from the visitor. Yet, no reply ever meets his ears.

But the pawing of your hands lures him back to focus on you, to bury his face in your tits and drown his moans with your body. He’s chasing the high, eager to get drunk on you. His fingers circle your clit, pinching and toying with the bundle of nerves, making you moan into Endo’s hand. So ready to topple over the edge, your body arches to feel the tip of his cock move right against that sweet spot inside your gummy walls, unravelling beneath him. It’s adorable how perfectly you respond to every touch. With one final, deep thrust, Endo sends you over the edge, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your moans are addictive.

“I always knew you fucked your pretty customers...” a sudden, unexpected voice teases. Right, there was never a second chime of the bell. Endo curses into your chest before pulling back, never stopping his shallow thrusts into you as he straightens himself to meet a pair of golden eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” Endo fires back, pinching your clit at the right moment to ensure Chika hears the pretty whines that started all of this as they both wear a knowing look.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

#wb x reader #endo yamato x reader #wind breaker smut #endo x reader smut #endo yamato smut #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker imagines #about.endo #FJDKSKJ THANK U FOR REQUESTING ILYSM #CHIKA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE #cw exhibitionism #cw needles #cw unprotected sex

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a-regular-amount-of-spiders · 29 days ago

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dick grayson x reader w blood (like kissing his split lip after a fight, u get it)

Oooooo I do get it :3

They/them afab reader babes

This got like, weirdly poetic? I'm not really sure what happened, but this is more esoteric than my usual brand. Hope yo uenjoy all the same!

18+ for smut my loves

Dick spilled through the curtains covering your balcony window with a crash and a bitten off groan. You rush into your living room to see your almost partner splayed on your floor, blood sinking into your carpet.

“Fucking Christ!” You yelp, rushing over to his side, hovering nervously over his prone form.

“Hey, I’m okay” He muttered from your floor.

“Yeah, sure, you going to say something believable this time?” You snap, more out of distress than anger, before taking a deep breath. You can handle this, you know what you’re doing. Probably. You assess his injuries, ignoring whatever dumb shit he has to say to justify the state of him in favor of getting all the wonderful tools afforded to a poor as hell medical student working part time as an EMT.

You work your magic, absently quipping a few jokes here and there as you assess the damage. It’s not as serious as it looks, thankfully. You zone back into reality as you finish cleaning his more severe injuries. He’s giving you a dopey smile that you can’t help but to return, he’s okay. He’s going to be okay. He’s got a lot of superficial cuts, so he looks a bloody mess despite barely losing any blood.

“Am I gonna live doc?” He gives you that lopsided smile that makes you want to kiss him, so you do.

“Idiot” you respond fondly. The coppery taste of blood on his split lip dances across your tongue. A sharp metallic twang that intertwines with a flavor that is uniquely him. You nip his bottom lip, just to hear him groan and just to feel his fingers tighten around your plush hips. He leans in, positioning himself in your lap. Hard, muscle-corded thighs splaying wide over your thick ones.

“You’re so soft.” He whispers in your ear, nipping it almost meanly, smearing blood down your neck as he places little kisses and sucks bruises on your skin, hand threading into your hair. You press your fingers into a wound on the inside of his arm, just to watch him tense. You still gasp when he pulls your hair back, when he digs his teeth into your neck and rocks his hip forward. You love when he gets like this, when the endorphins and relief of making it through a night almost gone horribly wrong go straight to his head and his cock. “And you’re so needy.” You take his hands in your own, placing them on your hips, just beneath your night shirt. He squeezes them, kneads his fingers into you, always fixated on how your body differs so much from his own. Dick leans in to kiss you again, this one slower, more considerate as he rolls his hips into yours, hands drifting up to trace the scars from top surgery, then over your sensitive nipples, pinching and twist with a smug and bloodied grin that has you grabbing his arousal with a firm grip that makes him whimper, and makes the smug grin melt into those pretty watery blue eyes getting wide and pleasing. His long agile fingers drift lower, across your stomach and slipping beneath your waist band to stroke your clit and get his fingers slick enough to press into you at a pace just shy of desperate. He’d figured out all your sweet spots a long time ago, so even with the haze of endorphins and lust cast over his mind, he finds them easily. He presses into your hand eagerly, seemingly unable to help himself as you lick up the blood beading lazily on his open wounds. You’ll have to clean him after, when he’s plaint and clingy, but it won’t be hard. This is one of the few circumstances where he allows you to take care of him easily. You lean into whisper praise in his ear, you tell him how good he is, how he’s being so sweet for you, how he’s so lovely like this, and he starts to fall apart. Neither of you last long like this, a little slice of time where there;s no ego or competition. Where neither of you is scared of your wants, or worried about driving each other away. You fall apart in each other’s hands, clothes still on, because like this there’s no pretense. You’re just glad he’s here. Your love allowing him to covet tenderness. His vulnerability allowing you to covet the feeling of being needed. Of being irreplaceable. Your orgasm washes over you like honey sluggishly warming your veins. You lean against each other for awhile. The floor is cold and uncomfortable beneath your knees which are pressed in an uncomfortable fold. You hold each other despite the blood and sweat soaking your clothes, stick and gross, because in the face of the simple euphoria of loving human contact none of that matters. When reality creeps in, city breathing with cars and lights just outside of your window, you both drag yourself to the bathroom. You wash his hair of the dirt and grime, of thee smokey, ripe city air. He washes his blood off your hands, He cleans your body and you clean his soul. You collapse into your bed together, wrapped tight in each others arms- neither willing to go in between dreams, nightmares, and the waking.

#dick grayson x you #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x nb!reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #ask me anything #amountofspidersfic

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jkbabiey · 11 months ago

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mess it up • mark lee

wc: ~1.6K notes: cute little drabble for u guys starring my boi mark lee; all my gracie abrams stans will understand the references ;) it's angsty guys, so... yeah, enjoy!!

"hello?"

it was a little past 3 in the morning when mark was woken up by the ringing of his phone and your name on his screen. he hadn't given in on your first try, nor on the second. it was the third time you called him that night and mark was having a hard time not picking up.

but it wasn't the first time you did this. nor the second.

"hi," you said, your voice whispered and unstable.

you hadn't spoken in the past two weeks or so. not after you decided to play with mark's heartstrings for the millionth time, completely ignoring his undying feelings for you.

as if you had no idea they even existed.

mark and you had met during childhood, by chance, due to his inability to kick a soccer ball in the right direction - it ended up hitting you in the face and chucking your freshly-bought strawberry ice cream straight to the floor. he bought you a new ice cream (mixing up the flavors and buying a bubblegum-flavored ice cream instead). one year later, after you became self-proclaimed best friends, mark showed up by your window with a bucket of strawberry ice cream in his hands and a confession of his love for you in the tip of his tongue, promising to treat you right and to never get your ice cream order wrong again.

nothing ever worked out in mark's favor tho. you were awfully quick to dismiss his feelings, watching the disappointment settle in his eyes. crestfallen he walked back home and that same night, at around 1 am, without your parents knowing, you sneaked out to throw rocks at marks window, proposing to forget about that little bump and spend the night watching movies and eating strawberry ice cream. mark promptly accepted your proposal, letting you in.

that became the one topic neither you nor mark ever touched again. you never acknowledged the intense feelings mark nurtured for you every time you hung out at his or your house, and that became harder and harder for you, because if there was anything mark was awful at doing was hiding any emotion behind those eyes. his eyes never lied, especially when they settled on you and shined like he had never graced a more beautiful star.

so on your 19th birthday, you kissed him on the mouth, absolutely inebriated, after noticing the way he kept marveling at you as you swayed your hips side to side, with those big bright eyes of his. your lips were soft against his and you smiled at him after it ended, just to walk back to your group of girlfriends to keep dancing like you hadn't just kissed your best friend.

mark finally got the guts to bring it up again the day after your birthday, shyly muttering that he didn't think he had changed much from when he was 13 and in love with you. he remembers you just starring at him right in the eyes after the words left him, before your lips tentatively pecked his. right before your hands started wandering through parts of his body no one had ever touched before. right before you took his virginity and made him fall ten times harder for you.

just for you to ghost him for three whole months after it. you stopped answering his texts and calls. whenever mark tried to come to your place it was your mom opening the door and magically you were never home.

and then you called him one random night, crying, asking him to come over. he did. and just like that you were best friends again.

mark would always give you anything you asked from him, including the sudden kisses you stole from him, and the nights of pleasure in the middle of his sheets, from time to time. you took it all. and you took all that while still claiming to be his best friend and nothing more when your friends asked if you two were dating.

"i'm sorry, did i wake you up?" you asked through the phone. mark could tell you weren't home and had been crying.

"well, it is 3 am" he chuckled, trying to ease the nerves he knew were overflowing in your system. you chuckled too, muttering a small 'right'. "are you alright?"

"yeah... are you?"

"yeah."

it was silent after that. all you heard was his calm breathing and all he heard was your quick one paired with the sound of your sniffles. "can i come over?" you whimpered. mark could picture you with tearful eyes, biting down on your bottom lip to keep the cries from erupting.

you heard mark sigh. "y/n," he mumbled. "you can't keep doing this."

it had happened again. the running. it was as if a switch turned in you as soon as mark mentioned any type of love he nurtured for you. and you proved your avoidant nature once again two weeks ago when after a whole night spent in mark's bed, he let out the tiniest 'i love you' as he came inside you. it amazed him how you immediately freed yourself from his embrace after it was over, putting on your clothes in a rush and getting out of his room without saying a word or looking back at his resentful eyes for a second.

"i know mark, i just- please," you cried.

"dude, i'm serious. we've been doing this for years," you said, the anger he felt finally showing in his voice, even though he tried to sound as gentle as possible. "you can't keep giving me hope, just to freak out when i talk about the love you know i have for you. it's not like you're unaware of it. I've told you. and I'll tell you as many times as it takes for you to understand how i feel about you!"

"i know how you feel," you said, your voice wavering and mark closed his eyes at the sound burying his face in the palm of his hand. "i know, but I'm not ready to be what you want me to be. i can't do it-"

"well, you do a terrible job at showing that. you think kissing me is a good way of showing me you want nothing to do with me?"

"that's not-"

"y/n stop! if that's how you feel don't fucking call me at three in the morning asking to come over! just leave me alone."

"but i miss you," you cried, full sobs echoing through the call now. "I'm sorry. i can't stay away from you like that. you're my best friend!"

"that's not what i want to be tho!" he said, tone getting exponentially louder and he had to remind himself his parent were sleeping downstairs. "what do you not get? i want to be your boyfriend," he continued and heard your cries intensifying again. "you can't keep this up." he muttered, voice tired and heavy. "you come and go as you please, literally playing with my feelings. because you know i love you and I'll give you anything you want. you want to come over? fine. you want a kiss? okay. you want sex? I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything and you take advantage of that every fucking time. if you don't feel the same way, please, just stay away. let me get over this because if you just keep coming back i won't ever move on. you'll just keep hurting me."

by now, you could clearly hear mark's voice getting heavy with tears he was probably holding back for your sake.

"i know i never was the best to you. i'm sorry. i'm sorry i made you cry tonight. i didn't mean to," you said, sniffling in the middle of your words. "i love you."

and just like that you hung up. immediately, mark broke down in his bed. his back pressed against his mattress, his hands covering his wet eyes as his chest heaved quickly in the darkness of his room. the last thing he ever wanted was to make you feel bad about anything. he loved you with his whole body and soul and had to struggle with himself to not call you back after your quick 'i love you'. but then he would keep walking in circles and letting you walk all over him once again.

he wouldn't give in. not this time.

he fell asleep with a heavy heart and a pounding head - missing your fourth call.

'pick up dude' - y/n, 4:04 AM

'bro i was actually outside your place this whole time. can u come open the door? let's talk fr' - y/n, 4:05 AM

'pls it's freezing' - y/n, 4:05 AM

'do i have to throw rocks at your window again?' - y/n, 4:06 AM

'fine, i'll just go home then' - y/n, 4:08 AM

'i get that you're very angry at me, but I love you. i'm sorry if i fell out of line when i called you. I want to take this seriously, you'll just have to guide me through it all because I'm very very VERY scared. u know i never had a boyfriend, right? please call me when you see this. pls pls pls call me, even if you hate me and don't want to date me anymore.' - y/n, 4:27 AM

'can't lose you.' - y/n, 4:27 AM

#mark lee #mark lee fwb #mark lee angst #mark lee fluff #mark lee imagines #mark lee x reader #mark #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #nct drabble #nct angst #nct fluff #nct dream drabble

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dreamsclock · 2 years ago

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“So let me get this straight,” Techno deadpans, face perfectly straight, “you’re layin’ eggs.”

( HAPPY VERY BELATED CHRISTMAS @kenjo-arts !!! you wanted emeraldduo and dream interactions or one of your aus so i combined both ^_^ i Hope You like it AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT. I LOVE U <333)

(THANK YOU @the-final-sif FOR RUNNING YHIS :])

Dream scowls. Under the glare and the shadow of his mask, his face is flushed. “Look,” he says, “I’m not— I didn’t even want to tell you. But–”

“But you did,” Philza jumps in, bemused, “I don’t really get why, though.”

If looks could kill, both members of the Syndicate would be dead thrice over. Instead, they remain unaffected as Dream’s cheeks turn warm enough to fry an egg – bad choice of words, Techno thinks, all things considered. He sure hopes Dream doesn’t actually fry his eggs: he really doesn’t want to get into the logistics of egg-infanticide with his dubious ally-turned-bestie.

Said bestie, however, is pulling out a clutch of eggs he holds protectively to his chest as if he expects Techno and Philza to snatch them away and begin jumping on them in malicious glee. When Philza moves closer in curiosity, Dream has a sword out before either of them can blink, unwavering and firm.

Philza raises his hands in surrender and lets out a little clucking noise. Techno thinks it’s supposed to be soothing. It sort of just sounds like a chicken. “Easy, mate,” he reassures, “I’m just looking. They’re pretty.”

“Obviously,” Dream says, half-preening, “they're mine.”

And they are pretty, Techno supposes, not that he cares much about eggs. They’re pale green and freckled with darker shades, five of them huddled in Dream’s arms. It’s impossible to tell what will hatch from them, though he sure isn’t thinking too hard about it. He’ll find out in due time, probably: one of them already has feather-light cracks speckling its side, while the others are pristine, unmoving.

…He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Dream so proud and protective over something of his before. He can’t decide if this is positive character development or not.

“I… wanted you guys to… like, hold onto them for me. For now.” Dream looks uncertain, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. In the pale light of the snow, his face is pale and drawn. “I will… come and get them. After tomorrow is over.”

“You mean the shit you’re pulling with Tommy.” Philza surmises, his expression flattening and tightening just slightly. He’s not forgotten the state Tommy had come to them in after exile: neither has Techno, who notices the way Dream’s shoulders straighten and his face grows deliberately impassive, when Philza’s anger makes itself known in the shape of one ruffling wing. “That’s tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“...Yeah, it is.” Dream allows, and says nothing more about his plans or his thoughts on the matter. Instead, he very gently and very carefully wraps the eggs in a blanket, swaddling the five of them so that only the tips of them are visible, before handing them over to Techno. His expression tightens into one of wistful yearning for a fraction of a second, before it disappears entirely behind that white porcelain mask. “I can’t take them with me, and… I don’t have any other allies. So. You know. We’re not exactly friends, but… I can pay you for it.”

Techno wants, for a wild moment, to pry the mask from his face and unearth Dream’s feelings about the eggs. His kids, he supposes.

He doesn’t do anything so lame or uncharacteristic. Rather than that, he accepts the bundle of eggs, handling them carefully, and– oh god, he cringes when one of them wiggles inquisitively. They’re warmer than he’d thought, thrumming with a quiet energy he faintly recognizes from the deepest, most inner parts of the server: which makes sense, considering they’re eggs from the admin of the SMP. Expecting anything less than slightly magical is dumb.

The aforementioned admin of the SMP shifts from foot to foot. He looks like he might grab the eggs back and make a run for it.

Taking pity on him, Techno clasps the bundle a little more securely, and offers his ally a firm nod and shrug. “Ehh, don’t worry about paying,” he says easily, “I just re-retired. I could do with somethin’ occupying my time. Even if it is five eggs.”

Philza squawks a laugh. “Never took you for a babysitter,” he teases, even as Dream relaxes fractionally, “what a career change. Never would’ve expected it.”

Techno shoots his friend a mock-glare. “I’ll have you know I have the credentials,” he says, haughtily, “you should’ve seen me before the Empire, Phil. You should’ve seen me. I was the pinnacle of babysitting, man. The pinnacle.”

“I bet.”

Dream whispers to you: so you’ll look after them for me??

When he turns to Dream, the man isn’t looking at him. He’s toying with the edge of his cloak, gloved fingers thin and shallow, and that’s when Techno realizes with a terrible clarity that Dream doesn’t plan on coming back for a long, long time.

His grip on the eggs tighten.

He’s hardly paternal, but he is loyal, to a fault.

You whisper to Dream: you have my word

And when Dream pearls away, leaving Techno with five eggs and a wonkily hand-stitched blanket, he knows it’s the last time they’ll see each other like this.

***

“Do you still have them?” Dream croaks in prison, throat slick with blood and voice hoarse from screaming. Techno wonders how long it’ll last before it gives out completely. Wonders if Dream’s voice might disappear entirely overnight. He barely uses it anymore.

“The eggs?” Techno asks, and his lips press when Dream nods. “I mean, not— not with me, Dream. Listen, I’m no Dad Of The Year, but I know not to bring five hatching eggs into a prison, alright. Jeez.”

Dream misses the rest of his ramble. His eyes light up for the first time when Techno speaks. “Hatching?” He repeats, as if he hardly believes his own words. “Like— You mean hatching hatching. Actually hatching.”

“No, no, the fake hatching.” Techno can’t keep the amused grin off his face despite his sarcasm. “I mean, they were pretty cracked when I left for here. They’re not about to start dancin’ around, but there’s not long now. Probably.”

The expression on Dream’s face is one he’s never seen before. It’s strange, wild. Hopeful.

“Okay,” his ally-turned-friend says, “okay. My eggs are hatching. So we’ve gotta get out of here.”

The firm tone is a switch from the hollow desperation he’d yelled at him before. (You were my only way out of here!) There’s determination, now, there’s reason to escape: reason, Techno knows now, for Dream to fight.

So he pushes an empty book across the scorch-marked obsidian to Dream, and offers a nod and an instruction. “Write down everything you can about this prison, Dream. I’m gonna need it if we’re breakin’ out of here.”

Dream flashes him an almost-grin, and it’s thin and exhausted and bright, and Techno watches him pick up the pen, and start to write.

***

“So.”

Dream doesn’t even look up from his dead-eyed staring contest with the wall. He just flips his middle finger in Techno’s vague direction, a silent shut up, before letting his arm fall limply at his side again.

“Soooo.”

Dream’s eye twitches. “So what?”

“I feel like we should discuss naming rights.”

“We— what?”

“Well,” Techno reasons, “it’s kind of joint custody of the eggs at this point. Sure, you birthed them—”

“That’s not how—”

“You birthed them, but I stopped Steve from eatin’ them. And believe me, that was a hard task, Dream. Almost impossible. Steve put up a valiant fight. He almost had them.”

That gets Dream’s attention. Eyes narrowing, mouth thinning into an annoyed scowl, he shuffles closer to Techno. Techno gets the impression he’s supposed to feel intimidated by Dream’s pout. “You let my eggs near a polar bear?” He demands, horror in his voice. “Techno. Seriously.”

“You remembered,” Techno beams, “you remembered Steve. Listen, you say we’re not friends, but this feels pretty friendly. I dunno. I’m just saying.”

“This— That’s not the point!”

“But no, I didn’t.Like I said, I won the battle. Steve fought hard, but I won. Good thing I’d been trainin’ so much recently. Any less and I think the eggs would’ve been breakfast.”

Dream’s eye twitches. “I don’t know why I even trusted you with them,” he mutters, antsy, “anything could happen to them.”

Techno scoffs, and offers Dream a trustworthy, reassuring look. “Dream, do I look like the kind of guy to let anything bad happen to your children?”

Dream stares dubiously back. “Yeah,” he says, “you do.”

…That doesn’t hurt his feelings, nope, not at all. He shoots his friend a pensive look. “When I get home, I’m gonna give your eggs to Philza,” he threatens, “he’ll put them in his nest. Don’t push me.”

“…You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Pass me another potato, nerd.”

The potato Dream throws at him bounces against his arm and clatters on the floor next to a splatter of blood. Techno wrinkles his nose. “Dude,” he says, “prison is lame.”

“Keep the eggs far away from Philza’s nests,” Dream warns, “or prison will get worse for you.”

***

You whisper to Philza: btw where are the eggs right now

Philza whispers to you: Why

You whisper to Philza: just answer the question phil

You whisper to Philza: where are the eggs right now

Philza whispers to you: They’re not in my fucking nest

You whisper to Philza: phil

Philza whispers to you: I’m taking them out of my nest and putting them back

Techno breathes a sigh of relief, and glances over at a fitfully sleeping Dream. “Crisis averted,” he mutters out loud, and then, “Chat, don’t be snitches. What Dream doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

***

And Techno’s not hurt when the eggs are the first thing Dream checks when he gets to the Syndicate. Pft, why would he be? It’s not like he’s the one that helped free him or anything, nah, course not.

“All I’m saying,” he grumbles to a cackling Philza, “is that the eggs didn’t sit in prison for three months with him. I’m not jealous, Phil. I’m not jealous. That would be crazy. They’re eggs. Not even that cool. But—”

“For fuck’s sake,” his friend laughs at him, “go inside and show him where his eggs are. He’ll be tearing the house apart looking for them.”

And Philza’s right. Dream is already pulling the chests apart searching for his eggs, as if Techno hadn’t stored them somewhere safer the very moment he’d escaped Pandora’s Vault the first time.

“Where are they?” Dream demands.

Techno nods to the wall. “I’ve been callin’ it the Baby Backrooms.” He says, proudly. “Though it’s kind of more of a Baby Hideout. Doesn’t sound as cool, though.”

A couple of swift strokes with his pickaxes tears open the wall, and reveals four large eggs, cracked but safe, huddled together in the corner of a light blue room. Dream’s gaze softens when he sees them, and steps inside, narrowly missing the bedtime story Techno’s been reading them most nights. Sun Tzu isn’t light reading, but hey, Techno’s determined to make incredible battle strategists of them yet. One of the eggs likes it the most: it wriggles whenever he pulls the book out, and he hates playing favourites, but he has to say, he’s got the most faith in that one.

“I’m back,” Dream breaks the silence to say to his eggs, kneeling down beside them and gently tracing the thick fractures along the curve of the darkest green one, “hey, hi, hi! Did you miss me?”

Techno doesn’t point out that eggs can’t talk for two reasons. The first is that he thinks Dream might actually murder someone if his moment with the eggs is disturbed. The second, slightly more alarming reason is that one of the eggs are missing.

When he’d left the room before, there had been five eggs in that room. The four now aren’t exactly inspiring him with confidence. Dream is really going to kill him if he’s lost a whole egg in the space of, like, four hours.

Dream scoops up the eggs, and turns to face Techno. There’s a look of relief on his face that’s so raw and unfiltered that it takes Techno a moment to recognise what he’s seeing. It’s like a part of Dream that had been missing during prison has been returned to him: Techno realizes with a pang that that’s exactly the case.

“I have a question,” Niki chimes in from behind them, “I have lots of questions.”

When Techno turns, she’s holding a tiny miniature version of… Dream himself.

“Mama,” it squeaks, reaching out to Dream, “Mama.”

Dream melts, right there and then.

***

“So… you laid this.”

Even someone blessed with the patience of a saint would have snapped by now. Dream, who is neither blessed nor patient, seems to be on the verge of murder someone: specifically, Tommy, who hasn’t stopped asking questions since he’d appeared at Techno’s door with questions. Four months had been enough time to solve the conflict between the server (…mostly), but it seems like Tommy’s boundaries don’t include tiny little green blobs like Dream’s newly hatched eggs running about the SMP.

“I already told you,” Dream says, “I didn’t lay them. They just appeared as eggs.”

“So you… make eggs,” Tommy says, “and then you like, you black out, and then you like wake up and find the eggs. Egg amnesia. Egg-nesia.”

Dream very visibly counts to ten in his head. Techno can’t stop himself from smirking and joining in.

“Yeah, Dream, I’m not gettin’ the science behind this whole thing,” he drawls, “can you explain it again?”

“You—” Dream splutters. A tiny version of himself with a green cloak travels by on one of the dogs, and throws himself into Dream’s arms. Dream cradles him absentmindedly. “We live in a world with a revive book and a randomly implemented three life system, and you’re confused about eggs?”

“I get it,” Tubbo says wisely, “sometimes every man reaches an age where he must lay an egg.”

“…That’s… actually not true,” Dream says, “most people don’t produce eggs randomly from thin air.”

“Who did you produce them with?” Tommy asks. “Was it George Not Found? Oh, that’s so weird. You’ve made it weird, Dream.”

“How have I made it weird? I—” Cutting himself off, Dream’s head perks up. “Hang on,” he says, “Philza’s trying to take one of my new eggs.”

Tommy’s face drops into total stupefaction. “It happened again?!” He demands. “When will the horror end?”

“What is wrong with you?” Dream groans, pushing himself to his feet and very carefully handing over his baby to Techno. “Look after Ray for me. I swear to God, if Philza is building a nest around my eggs again…”

He doesn’t finish his threat. Nevertheless, his warnings of violence are clear. Techno silently wishes Philza luck, and shifts his hold so that he’s juggling both the baby and the book in his other hand.

“I still think we should think about naming one of your eggs after me,” he says, “I was such a great babysitter. That’s why they turned out so great.”

Dream, halfway out the room, turns slowly, and gives him a very incredulous look.

“You think you were a good babysitter? So you think letting my babies play with Steve was a good idea?”

“They didn’t die,” Techno protests. “They were fine.”

“There comes a time where every man must fight a polar bear.” Tubbo says solemnly

“Tubs,” Tommy tells him, “that’s just not true. Wilbur just told you that because I wanted to see you be mauled horrifically by a bear.”

“Oh.”

“You could call one baby Blade,” Techno calls over Tubbo and Tommy. Dream laughs. “It’s not very creative, and a little hurtful, but hey, it sounds pretty cool, alright, it sounds pretty awesome. Or— Tech. I’d be fine with Tech.”

“I’m not naming a baby after you.”

Dream rolls his eyes as he walks out, but there’s a grin on his face.

You whisper to Dream: can i at least be godfather

Dream whispers to you: only if you gaslight tommy into thinking he was an egg once

You whisper to Dream: you drive a hard bargain

You whisper to Dream: it’s a deal

“Hey Tommy,” Techno calls out, “you remember being an egg? I still have pictures of you somewhere from before you were hatched.“

The look of absolute horror on Tommy’s face is priceless, and the knowledge of the title godfather makes him grin all the brighter.

#dreblr #c!dream eggs monday

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howi99 · 10 months ago

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Ren: ... Someone is approaching!

JNPRR: *readying their weapons*

...

Tyrian: *jumping from one of the houses* Oh? I see i was expected, wasn't i? *Giggle*

Jaune: *eyes flash to brown* Damn it, just what we needed. A psychopath with too much time on his hands. What are you here for? *Point crocea mors at Tyrian*

Tyrian: Aw~ you want to be the one i play with? Too bad! I'm here for the girl. *Point at Ruby* But... You intrigue me. You seem to know of me?

Jaune: *eyes flashing to blue* I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't know who you are, but i can say that you will regret going against u-

Tyrian: *with a lot of agility, goes on the offense, trying to cut Jaune leg, which he blocks with difficulty* Good~ you know how to use that shield of yours.

Ruby: Jaune! *Shoot at Tyrian, who parries each bullet without too much difficulty* Don't be this impatient little one, i'll be here soon~ *leap to Ruby using Jaune shield as a platform to get himself more momentum* Missed me? *Use multiple attack to try disarming Ruby*

Pyrrha: No you won't! *Use her semblance to remove Tyrian weapons from his hand*

Tyrian: *cackling* You think this will help you? *Dodge Nora's attack* Woah there! Almost got my head!

Nora: *gritting her teeth* That's the idea! *While continuing to put pressure on Tyrian, Ruby uses Electric Dust to boost nora* Take that! *Hit him square in the chest, making him fly through the clocktower*

Pyrrha: You got him?

Tyrian: *maniacally laughing* Oh! That's what they call a homerun! *Dash quickly from the tower, kicking Nora in the guts, breaking her aura*

Ren: NORA! *Goes to her, looking if she is alright*

Tyrian: *shrug* Toys aren't as durable as they used to be i see.

Jaune POV

//Use my power//

Jaune: *blinking* What? Wasn't that-

//concentrate and imagine a gust of wind//

Jaune: *panicking* Who are you? What's going on?

//*sigh* Of all the host why must i have gotten a chatty one that i can't switch place with. You have magic. Trust me, point at your ennemis and imagine a guat of wind. Or fire. Or anything that will hurt him. I'll take charge of the difficult part//

Jaune: Your voice, aren't you-

// yes, it's me, Ozpin. Now stop asking questions and save your friend.//

Jaune: ... *Nod, then concentrate on making a ball of fire*

// By the gods, with how much aura you have, you could almost be a mage.//

Return to the fight

Tyrian: *fighting both Pyrrha and Ren by himself* You are good, but you both are still lacking in technique and bloodlust!

Jaune: *opening his eyes* FIRE!

*a ball of fire around the size of a basketball goes straight to Tyrian face*

Tyrian: *jumping out of the blast trajectory* Well well well! I even found you at the same time!

Jaune: *panting like if he ran 5 miles* That *huff* was *huff* really hard!

// well, i did just wake up. It's difficult to transform aura into magic, you know!? Gee... Anyway, you should dodge//

Jaune: What? *Sees Tyrian stinger going straight for his throat* OH GOD! *Deflect the stinger away clumsily with a shield bash*

Tyrian: *smiling* Now what should i do? Should i take the girl? Or the ghost?

Qrow: *descending from the sky, attacking Tyrian with his scythe* How about neither, pal?

Tyrian: *dodging with a somersault* Hm... Maybe i should get serious? I am disarmed and now the crow has finally shown himself.

Qrow: Kids! Leave the area! I'll take him on!

Ruby: Uncle Qrow!

Qrow: *turning to Ruby* Now!

//He does have a point, you all are keeping him down and it would be wiser to leave for now//

Jaune: *nods* Let's go team! You heard him!

NPR: *nods at Jaune*

Ruby: But he needs our-

Qrow: *still attacking and dodging Tyrian* I can't fight at my best with you here! Go, now!

//He needs to be alone to use his semblance against an enemy//

Jaune: Ruby! Believe in your uncle damn it!

Ruby: ... Fine.

__________

Qrow: *rejoining team JNPRR* He got away. But he shouldn't be going against us for now.

_NPRR: *looking intensely at Qrow*

Jaune: ... Hey, you old sack of feathers, when i was recovering, it didn't come to you it would be nice to tell me i had a ghost in me!?

Qrow: *Wincing* To be fair, i didn't know how to tell you the information.

Nora: And you didn't tell us he could use magic!

Qrow: ... No, that's news to me too.

Jaune: *sigh* the voice in my head is telling me it shouldn't be possible, but with how much aura i have and my semblance-

Ren: You discovered your semblance?

Jaune: *shake his head* Apparently it regenerated my aura so we are assuming here.

Pyrrha: Go on.

Jaune: Well, basically Ozpin can channel his magic through my aura, making it far more potent than it would normally be.

Qrow: ... Does that mean-

Jaune: Before you ask, yes, that apparently makes me like one of the maidens.

________

My first try at putting more action in a scene, though i did cut the fight in the middle since there wasn't going to be much dialogue and i'm not the best at representing a scene, so multiple would be hard af lol.

#jaune arc #rwby #rwby au #sword and sorcery au #ozma #qrow branwen #ruby rose #lie ren #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #team jnpr #tyrian callows

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starzgaze · 7 months ago

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imagine aroace!darling is so sick of Hae-In's and Jinwoo's bullshit that they straight up just say "is Beru and option?" when the the two ask which one they prefer.

also, unrelated; i'm pretty sure i just dreamt of a Beru x Reader fanfic and i started looking for it right when i woke up, only for it to not be real. the brainrot is getting to me..

omfg i had this idea too like a few days ago and it's funny to think about cz just imagine you're just some low profile worker within the association that is trying your very best to live a peaceful life. just a normal person you know?? like no big ambitions nor had any notable achievements except the random ones you would get back then in your school days but yet!

you still caught two of the s-ranks 's hearts in the country, really baffling actually.

whenever you're in the room with the two you can't even ignore the obvious deadly tension the two had even if you tried to, you can't imagine how people in the news assume they're in love with eachother when hae-in looked like she's about to pull jinwoo's head off his body and jinwoo is about to gut the blonde on the spot.

like is it really about you at this point? just get a room oh my god and what's worse you... you don't even see them as anything more than friends it's insane.

even if hae-in would bashfully gift you things and listen to your rants or tries to hint that she has feelings for you, every one of these things you would dodge like it was the plague

and it was the same with jinwoo! everytime the man saves you from some magical beast that was suspiciously near your place even if there was no gate that broke in your area, jinwoo would be there to save you like some shining knight in armor and it would play like some romantic scene except you would be there to painfully remind him that it's nothing more than a moment with a truthful "ahaha thanks a lot jinwoo, you're such a great friend!" which was definitely on purpose.

but the only problem was even if you dropped sooo many instances that you were not interested with the two, the damn duo was so persistent that it's genuinely tiring you out like what was it with you that was intriguing?? you're literally a low profile office worker within the association that showed the two a semblance of human decency are they that deprived of love?

like at some point you were (forcibly) hanging out with the two and they were bantering once again over you before they both turned their heads to your direction which honestly creeped you out then finally asking who did you prefer.

"[y.name]! please tell me you prefer a girl like me and not this awfully depressing dressed up loser!" hae-in glared at jinwoo while barking out her words that was definitely an attack to jinwoo's way of fashion

"wha— the hell? my fashion isn't that bad you asshole- oh whatever ignore her [y.name] I'm obviously more desirable" jinwoo deadpanned as he ignored hae-in's glare.

you looked at the two with tired eyes, dreadfully done with their bullshit before declaring your answer

"oh I'd choose neither... actually is beru is an option? i think that ant is more acceptable at this point"

the reaction they had was priceless, especially jinwoo's. you prefer the damned ant?? the ant that bodied hae-in the moment it popped out of nowhere or the same ant that jinwoo obliterated with a punch...? are you serious..

if you squint closely you can notice a wisp of black shadow on jinwoo's person that had a tint of pink blush that awfully looked like an ant. you didn't know if you were seeing things but you swore that it was beru blushing over your decision.

anyway wow i went on a tangent LMFAOOL I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE ALL THAT??? HELLO ANYWAY THIS IS INSANE I LOVE THIS also u dont know j mean... maybe it did exist and the author just got beamed off the internet

#starz.babblez #starz.mailz #solo leveling #sung jinwoo #cha hae in #beru #solo leveling beru #err.. i won't tag much because this isn't even srs i just pulled this out of my ass #anyway have this

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y2ashlee · 2 years ago

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Wolf! In heat! Lucifer x Female! Reader

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This is during the Two paws event. I’ve changed the plot a little but please enjoy.

Satan and Belphie were having a laughing fit at the misfortune that they had given Lucifer. What happened was that it was ______’s turn to cook dinner and Satan had offered to help and while she wasn’t looking after plating up he spiked Lucifer’s plate with the transforming potion. “Well, I’m glad the two of you are having fun today because until further notice the two of you are grounded. “Whaat!?” Belphie said sarcasm lacing his words. “No more new books for you, Satan and no more sleeping outside of your bedroom, Belphie.” Lucifer said. “And ______, come to my room before you go to bed.” He said placing his utensils on his empty plate. “But I didn’t-“ Lucifer cut her off. “It’s ok your not in trouble.” She nodded and finished her dinner.

After everyone had finished eating and the dishes were done and everyone had retreated to their rooms. ______ slowly walked to Lucifer’s room her heart pounding as she knocked on his door. “Come in.” He said and she opened the door shutting it behind her. “So what did you want to talk to me about?” Lucifer sat back in his chair and sighed softly. “Well, firstly how did Satan do it.” He asked his tail swaying slowly. “Well he probably did it while I was cleaning up just after I had dished up.” She said thinking her hand on her chin as she closed her eyes. “That is probably the most probable answer.” Lucifer said as he watched her think his eyes darting at every point of her body. Sweat dripped down his brow. “Are you alright? Your sweating quite a lot?” She asked. “Y-yes I think there was just a problem with the potion or something.” He said as he loosened his tie and un buttoned the top buttons of his shirt. “I-um should I go then?” She asked a little concerned. “Do you need me to get you anything?” She asked walking towards him and placing the back of her had against his forehead. “N-n-o but I know what I need.” He said standing up and pulling her onto his desk. “I-I need you.” He said sniffing her neck. “O-oh, Um.” She didn’t know what to say or do but she accepted him regardless. He licked her neck before sniffing it once more. “You smell amazing to me at the moment he said pulling her over his desk so she was sitting on it. He breathed heavily as his hands roamed to the end of her shirt his hand slipped underneath. “Your skin feels so soft..” he said softly. She sighed softly and placed her hand on his belt and pulled him in to her lips. Her lips against his and he pulled away. “You shouldn’t have done that..” he said slipping off her shirt and tossing it to the side and lend down and kissed the top of her breast before slipping her bra down exposing her breasts to the cool air. She shuddered.

“_____, would you happen to be ovulating?” Lucifer asked out of nowhere. “U-um maybe? Why?” She asked confused. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to get pregnant. And it makes sense why you smell..” he sniffed her once more. “Irresistible, to me in my wolf like form.” He said as he sat down in his chair and pulled her onto his lap. The bulge in his trousers feeling the heat that radiated from her nether regions. He sighed knowing that he shouldn’t do this to her. “You should go before I can’t think straight.” He said pushing her off of him and standing up. “Well, that seems unfair since you’ve made me all hot and bothered..” she said disappointed. “I know but what if I get you pregnant??” He said not thinking in the strange state he was in.

“_____, I ju-“ she cut him off before he could finish. “There are these magical things called condoms..!?” She said sarcastically. More sweat dripped down his forehead. “I-well y-yes that’s true.” He said softly. “Soo, are we still doing this?” She asked. “...okay but I don’t want to just... go at it?” Lucifer said thinking. “Neither do I, so let’s go slowly then, where’s the condom?” She asked assuming he didn’t have one. He walked over to his besides table his tail moving in between his legs and his ears slumped slightly as he pulled out a condom from the draw. She walked up behind him and took it from him before placing it in her pocket. “Well use it in a little while but first..” she says not finishing her sentence as she undoes the buttons of his shirts and untucks his shirt and drops it to the floor touching his tail on the ways down. He gasps and looks at her and she just smiles sweetly as she grasps his hand and sits him down on the bed and knees in front of him. “Well aren’t you a little miss initiative.” He chuckles and unbuckles his belt and relieves himself of his trousers as they drop to the floor his pride slightly raises at the cool air as his tail sways slowly. She grasps his pride gently and notes that it looks strange but takes no mind to it as she loosely slides her fingers up and down his pride. He huffs and whimpers at her touch as she continues the pace and moves her head to his member and sucks the tip gently slowly taking some of him in her mouth at every move of her hand. He shuddered as he could feel his release coming as his pride twitched in her mouth before releasing. She pulls away and coughs a bit not expecting to swallow his liquid. She takes the condom out of her pocket and opens it sliding it on the proper way and they slowly slips off her pants and underwear. “So are you leading or do you want me to continue~?” She asked.

“_-______, get on the bed and kneel on your hands and knees..” Lucifer says and stands up. She nods and stands up and lays on the bed like he asked. He placed his hands on her hips and rubbed them gently before he moved and massaged the small of her back earning a small moan from her. He continues the movements as he places his pride against her wetting folds slowly moving his pride back and forth before slowly inserting himself into her entrance and she gasps. “Are you ok, dear?” She nods against the pain. “Yeah, just wasn’t expecting it yet..” she says breathing softly as he inserts himself more and more. She moans lowly as he thrust in and out of her his pride going deeper and deeper inside of her almost hitting that spot every time. He groans as he can feel his release coming sooner than usual. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out for much longer my dear.” He said trusting harder as he continued to to massage the small of her back. He kept trusting her walls starting to tighten around him as she moaned lowly as he thrusted harder groaning with each trust. “M-my-!” She moaned feeling her walls clench around him as he finally came groaning while he continued to thrust wanting to her her moan his name. “Aah!” She moaned loudly her juices coating her insides as they dripped down her legs. “L-Lucifer..!” She said loudly but breathlessly. He smirks and pulls outs of her it feeling strange as he does it. She collapses onto his bed her legs feeling numb. He chuckles and regains his composer and he cleans the two of them off before pulling her into the bed and snuggles up to her after pulling the blanket over her. “Your mine now..” he says softly as she dozes off into sleep. He sighs softly and slowly falls asleep with her in his arms.

~~~

Well Um hope you guys enjoyed it even though it wasn’t that great. Also fun fact wolves mate for life.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me swd #obey me smut #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer smut #obeymeluciferxreadersmut

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messenger-of-stupidity · 8 months ago

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EVERYONE SHUT UP(actually keep talking. Yall are fucking hilarious)

IM GONNA WRITE A VEGA REUNITE FIC BECAUSE IM TOO IMPATIENT TO WAIT.

( @t4llhum4n because i know u miss him too)

Warden shut the door behind them, their hands trembling. Their apartment - Department regulated - once was a safe haven for them. A place for them to let go of their self-placed restrictions. To not be so fully ashamed of themself. Now, it was like willingly returning to a crushing hell.

Truthfully, they were surprised that the apartment was still theirs. They hadn't been in contact with the Department ever since Vega has saved them. Saved them. Not took them.

Because he had saved them. He saves them from a repulsive spiral that would have kept going and going until they were left a husk, incapable of autonomous thought.

They sat down on the edge of their couch. It was stiff and uncomfortable, just like everything else in this cramped one bedroom apartment. Bur demons didn't need sleep, or food. So why should the Delta team have comfortable luxuries? Warden wanted to scream. To throw something. To do something other than run.

They should have stayed and done something after that... thing killed Vega. Their head dropped into their hands, their breath shaking. Vega was dead. Something so large as him... dead in an instant. Their prisoner, their patient, their doctor, their savior, their... so much more. He had been all of these things.

They stayed on that couch for hours. Vega would tell them to stop moping. To pick up the pieces of themself and move forward. To devise a plan of how to continue. That's what they should do. But their body wasn't cooperating. This was grief.

They had tasted grief before. Bitter and harsh and heavy. It tasted like love but soured. They were grieving Vega.

The pull of magic snapped them from their thoughts. A rift. And... something else. Not a rift. But close to it. Their head lifted, eyes narrowing. The apartments were warded against rifts, so the arrival stood on the other side of their front door. Well... partially. A human stared at them - freelancer - alongside the thing that had killed Vega. They stood up, backing away quickly.

"This is the demon I was talking about, Doc." The thing - Hush - said, pointing towards Warden. The freelancer - Doc - reached out and gently lowered Hush's hand.

"Hush, I've met so many demons these past few weeks, it's hard to keep everyone straight." Doc replied tiredly. Warden could taste their exhaustion. Their door opened and another figure stepped inside. Tall proud horns, piercing eyes, lips pressed in a firm line.

"Vega?" His brow furrowed at their voice and he stared back at them. They could hardly breath. Not that they needed to, and he had broken them of the habit of breathing for the comfort's sake of humans. He had broken them of so many habits unnatural to their body, but existed simply for the sake of unappreciative humans.

"This is the inchoate you mentioned?" Vega asked, looking over at Hush and the freelancer human that had accompanied him. What was Vega doing with his murderer? And who was the human. Warden glared at Hush. He had something to do with this. He had to.

"Yes. That's the inchoate." Hush replied. His gaze slid from the human to look at Warden. They nearly shivered at the expression. There's wasn't anything inherently wrong with it. It was just the uncanny valley associated with something that was neither human nor demon. Or daemon. "Vega lost most of his memories when I brought him back. You can help, right?"

Warden felt the three pairs of eyes turn on them. Vega lost his memories? How far back? And how had Hush brought Vega back? They had seen him kill Vega, felt the rush of his magic leaving his body. They stumbled back a step, looking over at Vega. He was supposed to have the answers, not the other way around.

"Can you be of help, congruent of Rak'Xit? Hush has claimed that you were a friend or subordinate of mine. This human has vouched for Hush's... value." Vega said, stepping towards Warden. They stared at him, lips parted in a silent gasp. It was Vega. Except he was different. Rougher. More blunt. And trusting the word of a human.

"Hush killed you." Warden said harshly and Vega nodded.

"I'm not exactly pleased by that either. Now answer the question." Warden looked over at the freelancer. How did they play into this? Hush stepped between the two, his expression tightening. Ah. That's how.

"I... I don't know how much help I can be. I've only known you for a few months. You've told me stuff, but it may not be enough. How much do you not remember?" Warden asked, looking back to Vega. His lips twisted into a frown.

"Too much. Start with what you know."

#I miss my husband so much yall dont understand #he died and then he came back and i havent gotten him since #and now we might have to go through his slow burn again #which im excited for #but also i need him to keep saying “darling” in my ears #messy rambles #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted vega #redacted warden #redacted hush #redacted doc #redacted carpe deus

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cloudlessly-light · 7 months ago

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hi! idk if you're taking requests for fics but i wanted to make a fic request! i was watching the lauren reynolds/ian doyle episodes again and when the team is finding out em is lauren, hotch calls emily and we see her phone with hotch's contact photo of him straight CHEESING! would u be able to write a fic on how emily gets THAT PHOTO as her contact photo for hotch?

A/N: This chapter is long overdue, life got crazy but I’m going to try and get back on track and update this weekly if you’re still interested!

Title: Love like mine (7/12) Chapter title: So magical you won’t ever want to think about tomorrow Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 3,5k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, oral, dirty talk, Emily takes charge for once, praise kink Aaron? emotionally stunted idiots, feelings

“But I also know I could be happy with you.”

The words had played on a loop in her mind the rest of the night, his honesty close to scaring her. Because she thinks she could be happy with him too. But this is not how love stories that last forever start, they don’t start with lies and deceit and she tries to remind herself of that.

What she realizes quickly though, is that she can’t stay away from him.

Barely three days later she finds herself in his apartment, mostly unpacked but boxes still stacked away in a few places and he fucks her over the kitchen counter. She wonders if he thinks about her when he makes his dinner the following day. If he remembers her the way she tastes as he pours himself a cup of coffee or hears the way she pleads his name when he goes to shower in the same bathroom where he’d surprised her and made her come pressed between his warm body and the cold tiles.

They start right where they left off, only now it’s different, the same and yet something had changed. Neither of them talk about the fact that their frantic fucking leads to longer talks in the dark, or that he shows up with take out from her favorite place or she drops by with a bottle of scotch and instead of it being fast and rough and rushed, it’s slower, conversation lasting hours, touches lingering but not with the intent to arouse but to simply feel skin under their palms.

A few weeks go by in a blur, between work and him she feels herself almost losing track of time. He’s been separated for only a couple of months, the paperwork for his divorce still not done. She sometimes watches the skin on his ring finger, a few shades lighter than the rest and one time, he catches her.

“It is over, with Haley.” He gently traces her ribs as they lay facing each other, naked and sweaty in his bed. “It was over the moment I decided to cheat on her.”

“Do you blame me?” She bites her bottom lip as she waits for his response, almost relieved when he tugs her closer.

“No.” His hand splays over the small of her back and the familiar heat of his touch makes her relax. “I didn’t know I was missing something in my marriage. Did we go about everything in the worst way? Yes, but I don’t blame you for that. I made that choice.”

“She does.” She offers him a small smile. “And I don’t blame her for that, I never will, but I guess I just wanted to know if you did too.”

“Em,” He sighs and brushes her hair out of her face. “You got her anger when it should have been directed at me and I’m sorry for that. But do you honestly think we’d be here now if I blamed you?” He smiles as he leans closer to her, hovering close enough for his lips to brush against hers and he feels her lips tug into a smile.

“I guess not.” She lets her fingers brush through his short hair and he makes a sound low in his throat in response.

“No more talking.” He whispers as she shifts below him, her legs spreading for him to fit between.

“No more talking.” She agrees.

“Good morning.” His low voice is coupled with a few kisses against her naked shoulder, his lips soft as they trail down her shoulder blade and back up her spine. She had spent another night in his apartment, almost losing track of how many times she’d been there by now.

“Mornin’” She rasps, still half-asleep when she turns and to her surprise he’s fully dressed. “What time is it? Where are you going?” Confused, she sits up against the headboard, the sheet falling down and exposing her naked body to his appreciative eyes.

“It’s early, but I have a budget meeting first thing and I need to prepare some paperwork.” He sits on the edge of the bed and smiles softly at the way she looks so soft, eyes still bleary from sleep, hair tousled and she smiles back.

“Okay give me a couple of minutes and I’ll go.” She makes a move to get out of bed but his hand on her shoulder stops her.

“No reason for you to get up, stay here, sleep for a little longer.”

“You sure?” She bites her lip nervously, this was new, almost too intimate but he just nods.

“Just lock up when you leave.” He puts the spare key on the side table next to her phone and then leans over her to nuzzle her nose with his. “You look very pretty like this, still fucked out from me.”

She hums into a kiss, her hand coming around the back of his neck to keep him close.

“You should have woken me up earlier.” She sighs and kisses him again and fights her body’s urge to keep him there when he pulls away. “You look handsome.” She doesn’t give out compliments often, but whenever she does, he would always smile that smile that made his dimple pop out and she quickly snatched her phone from the dresser and took a photo.

“Emily!” He tried to take the phone from her but she quickly shook her head and took another picture, her smile turning into a low chuckle when he tried to reach for it again. “Emily, put the phone away.”

“Say cheese and I will.” She grinned when he tried to stare her down, his usual frown not deterring her in the slightest. She took two more photos and he rolled his eyes.

“Cheese!” He grinned exaggeratedly and she laughed as she snapped another pic, and when his cheeks tinted the slightest shade of pink she resisted the urge to press her finger against the heated skin. “Happy now?”

“Yes actually, I needed a new contact photo for you.” When he huffed in response she got up on her knees on the bed, phone still in hand.

“And that’s what you’re going with?” He wraps his hands around her naked middle just enjoying the way her body feels against his.

“Well, I’d rather have a picture of your real smile, I like that a lot more than your fake one.” She sees him trying to fight it, but then he’s smiling, a genuine smile and she quickly takes one last photo. “Like that one, that’s the winner.”

“I swear Emily, you’re nothing but trouble.” His tone is teasing, his lips still tugged upward as he speaks close to her face.

“Yeah, but you already knew that.” She throws her phone on the bed and wraps her arms around his shoulders to kiss him, something that’s lingering and slow and everything they weren’t a few months ago. “See you at the office.”

“Yeah.” He squeezes her hand in his before stepping away. “Bye.” He gives her one more look before forcing himself to leave.

When she walks into the office a few hours later it’s with a smile she wants to ignore and a fluttering in her belly that she knows she shouldn’t feel. She’s one of the last to arrive and she forces the smile away, knowing that Derek and Spencer would pick up on it immediately. As she hangs her coat over the back of her chair and leaves her go-bag beside her desk, her eyes lock with Dave who’s just exiting his office. He gives her a nod, and she nods back. He hadn’t brought it up, the fact that he knew about the affair, that he knows that they’re still seeing each other, and for that she was eternally grateful.

Then Aaron is walking out of his own office, eyes roaming over the bullpen before landing on her quickly.

“We got a case, conference room.” His curt tone lets all of them know that it’s going to be a bad one.

Correction, it was a horrible one. Cases involving children always hit them harder, were always worse to deal with. And like most cases they worked when it involved a kidnapped child, it ended badly, they were too late and a young boy wouldn’t be coming home to his parents.

It was a local case, which meant that they all got to sleep in their own beds that night, except, no one wanted to go home.

“Are you guys hungry?” Derek asks as they all sit quietly in the office, no one really wanting to be there, but finding that being alone would be worse.

“Not really.” Emily sighs as she leans back against her chair, she felt empty, drained, and she could see the same type of feelings on the rest of their faces.

“Should we go anyways?” JJ asks from beside her where she’s leaning against her desk.

“Come on, I’m buying.” Dave offers, his tone a bit lighter than the rest of them and Penelope nods.

“We need this.” She agrees and with that, they pack up to leave.

What Emily hadn’t really counted on however, was the fact that Aaron was unusually quiet. Not speaking much during dinner and when they ended up in the bar of the restaurant a couple of hours later, he sat with Dave, nursing the same scotch. She couldn’t help but to watch him, saw that he was enjoying the conversations around him, smiling at Penelope’s rambling and shaking his head slightly at Spencer’s excitement about science. But he wasn’t in it, not really and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

She finds him when he’s alone at the bar, unsurprised that he hasn’t ordered anything and simply stood there.

“Hey.” Her voice seems to break through whatever he was thinking.

“Hey.” He turns slightly toward her, but keeps his distance. “Are you having a good night?”

“Not really.” She searches his face for a moment, catches the way he tries to put his normally calm facade back up but she sees right through it. “And neither are you.” Her statement causes his shoulders to drop the slightest bit and his jaw clenches. “You did everything you could.”

“And it wasn’t enough.” He sighs heavily, his heavy brow deepening. “I’ll be fine. I just…” his voice drops off and Emily lets her hand rest on top of his on the bar.

“It could have been Jack.” She finishes for him and she sees the tension on him only increase. “This is not where you need to be.” She leaves no room for argument when she walks back to their table, says goodbye to the team and realizes that she’s not the only one who’s noticed their boss’s behavior when no one even bats an eye.

“Prentiss,” Dave’s voice stops her from exiting behind Aaron. “make sure he’s okay?” His eye meets her and she smiles softly.

“I will.”

With that, she leaves and Dave turns back to the rest of the table.

“It’s funny how they became friends after initially not getting along.” Penelope says and he suppresses a grin. If they only knew.

She enters his apartment with the same key he gave her earlier that day, then puts it in the bowl on the dresser next to the door before kicking off her shoes. When she turns Aaron is hanging up his coat, followed by his suit jacket which he drapes over the back of a chair before taking her jacket and hanging it up next to his.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks softly and he shakes his head.

“Not really.” He tells her honestly and when she comes to stand closer to him, he lets his forehead rest against hers.

“What do you need?” Her eyes searches his, brown meeting brown and he pulls her the tiniest bit closer.

“I want to forget, just for a little while.” He didn’t want to think, needed to get out of his own head, needed to not remember, if only just for an hour. Luckily, Emily knew what that meant, had felt the same type of feelings before and she nods.

“Okay.” She takes his hand and drags him with her towards the bedroom. Her lips are almost tentative against his when she kisses him, lets her lips trail from his lips over his jaw, his stubble rough against her skin, down the column of his throat. “I’ll take care of you.” She whispers as her fingers tug on his tie, gets it undone and on the floor quickly. She knows that she needs to go slow, to drive him crazy to get him to truly shut his mind off, so she takes it slow, tastes his skin and trails her fingers over his body. It works, she feels him relax, hears his breathing coming out in shorter pants, feels his warm fingers as they move under her shirt to feel her skin.

This is truly the first time he’s let her take charge, enjoys her searching lips and warm hands as she slowly gets him undressed, her lips trailing lower and lower until she’s kneeling in front of him. She gets his slacks off, adds them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor before she takes off her shirt, followed by her own pants.

He sits at the edge of the bed when she gently pushes him backwards, his eyes trained on her as she kneels between his legs. With every passing moment he feels himself able to forget about the horror of their day, and instead he gets lost in the way she’s making him feel. When her hands move slowly from his knees and down the inside of his thighs, a shaky breath leaves his lips and she smirks. Quickly, she rubs her hand over the length of him, still in his boxers and he bites back a groan.

“Do you want me?” She asks teasingly as she removes her bra and then lets her hands trail over her breast fingers gently pulling on the nipple rings she knows he loves so much.

“Yes.” He breathes, his sole focus on her and she’s pleased that he seems to be getting out of his own head.

“Good.” She stands on her knees leans forward between his legs, her tongue licking over one of his nipples before tugging it between her teeth and he hisses. “Let me make you feel good.” Her eyes stay on his when she kisses further down his body, not stopping until she’s back kneeling between his legs. When she licks the inside of his thigh she catches the way he grips the comforter in his fists and she smirks up at him.

“Emily.” His voice comes out low, graveled and thick with want and it causes her thighs to clench together.

“Yes Aaron?” She teasingly licks over his bulge and she feels his cock jerk against her tongue even through the cotton of his boxers.

“More, I need more.” He knows that he could easily switch things around, but for once it felt good not being the one in charge, it felt good to give himself to her this way.

The power rush goes straight to her clit and she hums softly against his cock, the fabric of his boxers wet with her saliva. When she pulls his boxers off he groans at the cool air on his heated skin and she only waits a moment before slowly circling the tip of him with her tongue.

“Fuck.” He hisses at the heat of her tongue, watches with hooded eyes as she slowly licks down the length of him, slowly coating his shaft until he’s glistening under the dimmed lights.

“You’re being so good for me.” She praises him, the words she’s so used to hearing from him falling effortlessly from her lips and then she takes the tip of him on her mouth. Her lips wrap tightly around him and she sucks, earning herself a low groan from him and his hips jerk in pleasure.

He can’t focus on anything but the way her warm, wet mouth feels around him as she takes more and more of him down her throat. He doesn’t know what kind of spell she’s managed to put him under, but he can’t think about anything else but how good it feels, how good she is making him feel. His eyes are heavy lidded, his jaw slack and he leans back on his hands to he watch her, his eyes finding hers, dark and wicked as she swallows around him.

“Jesus Christ.” He mutters, one hand moving from the bedding to her hair where he gently fists the softs dark strands. But he doesn’t push or pull, simply enjoys the way she takes him apart by each swipe of her tongue. Then her hand wraps around the base of him, her wrist twisting as she continues to take him as deep as she can, eyes slightly glassy and he’s sure he’s never seen anything more erotic in his life. It’s not that she hadn’t gone down on him before, but something felt different, the confidence that radiated off her making him crazy and soon enough his hips buckle up against her touch, needing more. He was getting close, but she would slow every time he started to thrust against her, keeping him on edge in a way he hadn’t experienced before.

He's pretty sure groans and moans and profanities fall from his lips, but he can’t be sure, not when all he hears is his own heartbeat in his ears. She pulls off him for a moment to take a breath but she continues to stroke him, twists her wrist again and again and again and she smirks, something filthy and wicked.

“You look so good like this, straining for me.” Her thump swipes over the tip of him and he growls, his orgasm close, his thighs tense. “Do you want to come like this for me?” When she doesn’t get a reply she squeezes her hand around him, getting his attention. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Em yes.” He’s panting, the pressure inside of him thumping, making him unable to think straight.

“What do you say?” She keeps her hand tightly around him and licks precum from his tip, his skin red and swollen in her hand.

“Please.” The word falls from his lips without him even realizing and even though she had expected him to put up a bit more of a fight, she’s pleased that he didn’t.

“Good boy.” She whispers before taking him back in her mouth, sucking him deep and hard as her tongue moves over the underside of his shaft. Her hand ease up and she goes back to jerking the part of him that she’d never be able to get down her throat. She could feel his fingers flexing against her scalp, his hold on her hair just enough to send a jolt of pleasure down her body.

“Gonna come, fuck Em I’m gonna-” His words get caught in his throat when his release hits him like a freight train and he groans, the sound loud and breathy. He comes on her tongue, and he barely has the mind to keep his eyes open, but she’s watching him and he’s unable to look away. She swallows down his release with a low moan, keeps sucking and licking him even when she knows he must be oversensitive and doesn’t stop until his grip on her hair has loosened and he’s falling back against the bed with a breathless laugh.

“Fuck, that was… amazing.” He takes a moment to breathe, his body feeling heavy and when Emily comes to straddle his lap he immediately pulls her into a deep kiss. The taste of him is still on her tongue and he groans.

She lets herself fall into the kiss, her body heated and wound up but tonight wasn’t about her and she found herself happily kissing him until he pulls away.

“Thank you.” He whispers before rolling them over so he could hover above her. His eyes are soft when he looks down at her and she smiles softly.

“You don’t need to thank me.” She drags her nails through the hair at the back of his neck and he shivered against her. For a moment everything is slow and gentle and then he kisses her again. This time it’s harder, his tongue prying her lips apart and swallowing down her soft moan before he starts to kiss down her neck.

“Now it’s your turn.” He mumbles somewhere near her collarbone and when his teeth sink into it she gasps at the pain. She smiles when she looks down at him, her teeth digging into her bottom lip and then he’s ripping her underwear off her hips.

It was going to be a good night.

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut

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bennwazzhere · 2 years ago

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INCORRECT ZOSAN QUOTES PT.5

Zoro: Sanji, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Sanji, naked in Zoro's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Zoro, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Zoro: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Sanji is? Because Sanji is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Zoro: Two brooooos!

Sanji: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Zoro: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay!

Sanji:

Zoro:

Sanji: *tearing up*

Zoro: Babe, c'mon...

Sanji: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING.

Zoro: Babe...

Zoro: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Sanji: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Sanji: Bro-

Zoro: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Zoro: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Zoro: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Sanji: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Sanji: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Zoro: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Sanji: Holy moly-

Zoro: Go fuck yourself.

Sanji, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Zoro: Do you want to know your gay name?

Sanji: My... my gay name?

Zoro: Yeah, it's your first name-

Sanji: Haha. Very funny Zoro-

Zoro: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Sanji: Oh- oh my god.

Sanji: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Zoro: AS ENEMIES?!

Sanji:

Sanji: Well, Zoro and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Sanji: That's right... We kissed!

Sanji: Wow, Zoro, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Zoro: We literally slept together yesterday.

Sanji: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Zoro: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Sanji: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Zoro, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

Zoro: Sanji and I are no longer dating.

Sanji: Zoro, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Zoro: I feel like doing something stupid.

Sanji: I’m stupid, do me.

#ZOSAN #incorrect ZOSAN quotes

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hello! I'm new to ur page, so i know ur taking time off for health reasons (get that rest bae take care of urself) but i was wondering if u could do a hc about how the RFA would react to a metalhead/heavy goth mc!! I've been playing the game again but it's weird being a heavy alternative enby and being compared to rika lmfao. thank u so much if u end up doing this one!! ♡

Yoosung is the one who immediately gets roasted for comparing you to Rika. "It's not about appearance!" he'd whine. "I don't even know what they look like beyond this profile picture!" Even when you're gushing about the latest release from your fave heavy metal band and going on your latest (valid) anti-capitalism rant, he would still be enamored. "It's their heart. They have a good heart that wants what's best for good people." Rika is a state of being, an ideal, a concept he has put on a pedestal to help him cope with his grief. He thinks the fact that you have more piercings than Rika is neat, actually, and may want your help the next time he touches up his roots.

Zen finds you to be a kindred spirit, of sorts. Someone who goes against the grain, against how society "expects" people to behave. Ever devoted to his friends, he may actually start acting overprotective! He knows he got into a lot of trouble as a teen, and he doesn't want you to make the same mistakes. You may have to gently remind him that just because you dress a certain way doesn't mean you act a certain way, and that stereotypes don't benefit anybody! (He quickly apologizes and goes back to being his usual self, but he will dote on you quite a bit.)

Jaehee of course is one of the people reprimanding Yoosung for comparing you to Rika. Some may think that someone as straight-laced as Jaehee, a top student and hard worker, may look down on alternative folks. On the contrary, she admires you! When growing up, she always worked herself to the bone and kept quiet, behaving in a way that wouldn't inconvenience her aunt & uncle. She actually wishes she could express herself more instead of just plowing through school and work to land a well-paying job, all in the name of "not being a burden." Maybe you can teach her how to be more comfortable with herself and her own wishes and desires, instead of following the path that she (and capitalism) thought was "best" for her.

707 thinks you're super cool. Genuinely. For starters, you're going to have him reflecting a lot on his own gender identity. He knows he loves dressing in women's clothes, but he also has days where he wants to be a strong & handsome man. The idea that he can be both or neither... Sorry, he's going to be having a Talk with his new nonbinary bestie. He's also going to want your help with his makeup. Oh, my goodness. He's going to look at the bands you're into and look at your own appearance and go, "Teach me eyeliner. I am begging. I will get on my knees and beg." Much like Zen, however, he will worry a bit. He knows you're a kind soul, but he also knows his agency (and others like it) are quick to prey upon those who feel they don't have a place in the world. "Don't answer any phone calls from strangers, you hear?" (As if you weren't led to the apartment by a mysterious text in the first place....)

Jumin is another one who people may expect to be judgmental or critical. Instead, he's fascinated. At first you may feel like a bit of a guinea pig or science experiment with the way he just flings questions at you, but it's his way of expressing his interest. Jumin is someone who doesn't openly talk about his interests because apparently, a perfect CEO-in-line isn't supposed to enjoy the nuances of dark magic, the supernatural, or reality shows where cats compete to see who can carry the heaviest fish. Your openness and unapologetically being yourself will catch his interest. He cares about you a lot.

#rfa #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #headcanon #thanks for the ask!#anon #I am SO sorry this took so long :')

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summae · 2 years ago

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hello! do u have any garden headcanons that you'd be willing to share... i loved how well you managed to grasp them in so little words ❤️

hallo sorry it took me so long to answer this! (and Thank YOU!! for the nice compliment :)) )

also boy do I have headcanons or just what I think could happen if they end up together (AND ALIVE?) so here we go

Warren's absolutely inept at cooking he Tries and he Knows how to survive on his own but he's more than happy to leave Gordon alone in the kitchen and let him work his magic (I also don't think Gordon's that good either but he's willing to try for warren)

Gordon sleeps with his socks on, Warren says it's stupid and Gordon pulls out his phone with that article saying it's easier to fall asleep with them on and they have a Debate abt it

also think both of them have a sweet tooth but Gordon's actually pathologic like three spoonfuls of sugar + milk into tea and Warren's like arent u afraid of losing your teeth and Gordon's like (girls who like sweets when they meet bitches that snort sugar)

Warren strikes me as a morning person or even if not necessarily loving waking up early he's like someone who once wakes up is Awake whereas Gordon's fully nonfuncional in the morning and Warren has to drag him around he pretends to hate it but he doesn't of course

i think neither Warren nor Gordon are Conventionally Pretty cos that's boring but Gordon was in a metal band he's since long embraced being a Freak while Warren's still self concious in the silent way but Gordon genuinely thinks he's the most handsome man alive like he's truly convinced Warren is this mythical relict that only the pure of heart can find and appreciate which makes Warren feel so embarrassed but after a while he embraces it and they become so obsessed with each other from an outside perspective it's frightening

idk why but it think they both try to become vegetarian for Waffles (it makes sense in my head) but they like full english breakfast too much so they Just can't it's funny to me ok

Warren says he was a punk (pointing at Gordon) just to see Gordon get red in the face and explain At Length just how much punk and metal are different genres because he was born in the eighties so He's like That and how while he can see the strength of certain messages conveyed through punk music it's just Not at all like metal where techinque and actual musical ability is valued but also he played bass so maybe he's more chill about it but he still wants to point it out ok he isn't Punk and Warren does it because he's insane about Gordon getting heated and at a certain point he just tunes him out it's like asmr to him

they both have Issues and so it takes them a while to get it together like Warren is in love but won't say anything because he thinks what they have is too good to ruin and Gordon still thinks Warren is Fragile and also possibly straight? but once they Do get it together they still don't define it because it's Too big and too personal to have a name like I am 100% serious when I'm saying that I think their relationship is Overwhelming in the most romanticly haunting sense but they balance it well it works with them exclusively

both of them are tactile people but Warren won't initiate any contact he's more like a dog that accepts pats but doesn't get up to search for them

Warren's a tidy person and Gordon's more "There's method to my madness" but he's an Archivist so he's got every important document cared for and has extremely good spacial memory i like to think that a few years down the line (in my universe where they are happy and live together) they become sort of telepathic and when Warren needs something he doesn't even have to ask he's just like "Have you seen the- and Gordon's there "Top right corner of the shelf in the bathroom" and they do this All the time

I HAVE MORE? I think but IDK how to be normal so this will be all for now thank u and thanks again for the sweet compliment have a nice LIFE ANON 🌟🌟

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✦ A L T A L U N A & V A L E R I A N O ✦ Research

INTRODUCTION: "Corresponding to the human metis in Homer and the animal metis in Oppian [the fox & the octopus], in Hesiod we find the goddess Metis, the daughter of Tethys and Oceanus […] She is the first wife of Zeus, the wife he takes to bed as soon as the war against the Titans is brought to an end and as soon as he is proclaimed king of the gods, and thus this marriage crowns his victory and consecrates his sovereignty as monarch. There would, in effect, be no sovereignty without Metis. Without the help of the goddess, without the assistance of the weapons of cunning which she controls through her magic knowledge, supreme power could neither be won nor exercised nor maintained." - Cunning Intelligence in Greek Culture and Society by Marcel Detienne and Jean-Pierre Vernant

HOW SHE HELPED ZEUS WIN THE THRONE (Part 1): "When Zeus was grown, he engaged Okeanos' (Oceanus') daughter Metis as a colleague. She gave Kronos (Cronus) a drug, by which he was forced to vomit forth first the stone and then the children he had swallowed." - Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 1. 6 (trans. Aldrich)

HOW SHE HELPED ZEUS WIN THE THRONE (Part 2): "Metis […] is the ‘foreseeing’ one who, knowing everything in advance, possesses that type of knowledge essential to anyone engaged in a battle whose outcome is still uncertain. Metis ‘knows more things than any god or mortal man." - Cunning Intelligence in Greek Culture and Society by Marcel Detienne and Jean-Pierre Vernant [Note: She is the foreseeing one because, by her cleverness, she is always three steps ahead, so to speak. She is not 'all-seeing' in the sense that she has a psychic ability to 'see' the future].

ZEUS TURNS ON METIS AND SUBSUMES HER GIFTS (Part 1): "Zeus, as king of the gods, took as his first wife Metis, and she knew more than all the gods or mortal people. But when she was about to be delivered of the goddess, gray-eyed Athene (Athena), then Zeus, deceiving her perception by treachery and by slippery speeches, put her away inside his own belly. This was by the advices of Gaia (Gaea, the Earth) and starry Ouranos (Uranus, the Sky), for so they counselled, in order that no other everlasting god, beside Zeus, should ever be given kingly position. For it had been arranged that, from her, children surpassing in wisdom should be born, first the gray-eyed girl, the Tritogeneia Athene . . . but then a son to be king over gods and mortals was to be born to her and his heart would be overmastering; but before this, Zeus put her away inside his own belly so that this goddess should think for him, for good and for evil." - Hesiod, Theogony 886 ff (Trans. Evelyn-White)

ZEUS TURNS ON METIS AND SUBSUMES HER GIFTS (Part 2): "Metis, inside Zeus’ belly, will make known to him everything that will bring him good or evil fortune.” - Cunning Intelligence in Greek Culture and Society by Marcel Detienne and Jean-Pierre Vernant

HOW SUBSUMED METIS HELPS ZEUS MAINTAIN POWER: “Forewarned of the danger that awaits him [the birth of a son that would supplant him on the throne], as his father was, he goes straight to the root of the evil […] Appropriating the wiles of Aphrodite, he treacherously seduces his wife with caressing words (haimulioisi logoisi), and having beguiled her wits by cunning (dolly phrase expatesas), he engulfs her within himself […] So this time Zeus was able to make the weapons which made the goddess invincible rebound against her, namely cunning, deceit and surprise attack. His victory eradicates forever from the course of time the possibility of any cunning trick which could threaten his power, by taking him by surprise. The sovereign Zeus is no longer, like Kronos or any other god, simply a deity who possesses metis [cunning]. He is metieta, the Cunning One, the standard gauge and the measure of cunning, the god himself becomes entirely metis." - Cunning Intelligence in Greek Culture and Society by Marcel Detienne and Jean-Pierre Vernant

CONCLUSION OR WHY ZEUS NEEDS METIS SO BADLY: In every confrontation or competitive situation - whether the adversary be a man, an animal or a natural force- success can be won by two means, either thanks to a superiority in ‘power’ in the particular sphere in which the contest is taking place, with the stronger gaining the victory; or by the use of methods of a different order whose effect is, precisely, to reverse the natural outcome of the encounter and to allow victory to fall to the party whose defeat had appeared inevitable. Thus, success obtained through mētis can be seen in two different ways. Depending on the circumstances, it can arouse opposite reactions. In some cases, it will be considered the result of cheating since the rules of the game have been disregarded. In others, the more surprise it provokes, the greater the admiration it will arouse, the weaker party having, against every expectation, found within itself resources capable of putting the stronger at his mercy. […] It [Mētis] is, in a sense, the absolute weapon, the only one that has the power to ensure victory and domination over others, whatever the circumstances, whatever the conditions of the conflict. - Cunning Intelligence in Greek Culture and Society by Marcel Detienne and Jean-Pierre Vernant

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