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[writingforatwistedworld]

Hii, I'm glad you're back . Even if it was for a few days you really left a place in tumblr not just for your work but for your presence itself.

I had a question for a while and I'm sorry if you answered it before and I seemed to not notice , if that's the case then forgive my ignorance but I was wondering , since sebek seems to respect his grandfather alot and has inherited the hate for humans from him and it's a known fact in self-aware au that the faes 'love' the overseer alot I must say.. does that mean that sebek also inherited his 'love' for the overseer from his granpa? If so how did green grandpa see the overseer, what made him 'love' them and how does he show it .

If you don't want to write this then feel free to ignore it , hope you have a great day and don't forget to drink water and eat well<33

Hi there Anon. It's so sweet of you to say that. I didn't think I would have made such an impression on anyone. But I completely forgot to write about Sebeks grandfather -_-

Well, better late than never.

Self-aware au

WARNINGS: Jp-version spoiler (like, the whole thing!!!), (Platonic!) yandere themes, war, religion, unhealthy mindset, isolation, unhealthy family dynamic

(Platonic!) Yandere headcanons

Ah yes, our local way too loud and loyal member of the reptilian family. No need to to worry about him. I mean, what could go wrong? (Hehe…)

Baul was not from the Valley of Thorns. Growing up in Sunset Savannah he did not grow up with the beliefs of the Faes (in other words, he was not part of a religious cult)

So imagine the huge shock he felt when he finally became a solider under the Draconia banner and started to become more and more like the other Faes

Well, for starters, yes, he wasn't indoctrinated into the whole church thing since birth but also wasn't raised to see you as an equal like the beastmen of the Savannah

You could say that he was a healthy mixture of both

Emphasis on the “was”

You see, isolation and being the only one sticking out (if we discount the humans invading the valley) does leave you open for a lot of things

If we count two (being the surroundings he was in) and two (his more or less unnoticed loneliness) together, we can see pretty fast where that led

Never mind his superior (and friend I mean come on they might as well be brothers) Lilia constantly rambling about the Overseer, savior of all, and how you accepted everyone in your kind embrace

Ok. Nice. Neat. Great. In the beginning, Baul wasn't very interested in joining any kind of religion

But the longer the war held on, the more he wished there was someone he could ask for help in his task of protecting those he deemed close to himself (you see the generational pattern?)

At some point, even the proudest of all can't hold on for forever

So he turned to you, the supposed God that was on so gentle

And goddamn that religious gaslighting and placebo effect worked damn well

Not only did he feel like there was someone there who supported him from somewhere in the universe (even though that was just him believing too much but let have him have some hope, ok?) but also he finally had a community

Whenever he would leave one of the many churches in the valley a Fae would approach, thanking him for protecting their home

Sooner than later did the former non-believer think of himself as your chosen shield of the valley

The war came and went away

If only the same thing could be said about Bauls new religious beliefs

And when he saw that grandson of his, cute little chubby hands that gripped a wooden toy sword tightly, he knew that his position as the valleys shield would not cease

Yes, even Baul would die one day. Fae or not, he was at the end of the day mortal

But that talent of his grandson would surely be of use to you, right?

If his younger self would see him like this, would it run away? Would it feel disgust at the thought that his future self would use his own grandson for selfish, religious reasons?

If only Baul knew that “God” didn't even know they were living beings that existed in a different world…

[vamphrrr]

Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)

notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.

%% are you mad?

in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?

Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.

The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.

How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.

This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.

Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.

Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.

He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.

That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.

You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.

“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.

He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”

You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”

Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.

You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.

Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”

You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”

She stayed silent.

Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”

She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.

“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”

You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”

Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.

“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.

Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.

You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”

“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”

Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.

The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”

Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”

Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.

Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.

[writing-for-marvel]

Day 22: Balcony Sex

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky has other ideas while you’re watching fireworks on your hotel balcony.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, public sex/exhibitionism, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie

Word count: 1.6k

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“Why are you sitting all the way over there?” Bucky asks when you sit down, cocktail in hand.

Everyone else in the world views your husband as a dark and twisted man, power to control an entire city at his fingertips and ready to slice a man’s throat at the drop of a hat. But right now, he looks like a sad, abandoned puppy simply because you chose to sit at the other end of the settee.

“Just wanted to take in the view.” You’re seated on the balcony of the presidential suite, seemingly on top of the entire world, with a spectacular view onto a gorgeous white sandy beach of the bay below and the setting sun along the horizon. Bucky chose this particular hotel because of this world famous view, as well as the annual firework show planned for tonight.

“I prefer this view right here.” Bucky scoots closer to you, taking your chin in his fingertips and pressing a very purposeful kiss to your lips. Even though it’s a cheesy line, it doesn’t stop you from involuntarily smiling and warmth blooming in your chest. He doesn’t take his adoration-filled eyes off you for a single second, and even though you still can’t believe that anyone in their right mind could truly find you that beautiful, he certainly gazes at you like you are in fact the goddess he claims you to be.

When you place your drink on the side table, Bucky’s strong hands quickly find your hips, lifting you from your position next to him and placing you on his lap. In his own words, you two can never be too close.

But that can sometimes backfire on him, like in situations just as this one where you’re positioned in just the right spot to wiggle your hips and grind down on his hardening bulge.

You know what you’re doing. You’re no fool.

Well before your honeymoon started you knew exactly how to titillate Bucky Barnes within an inch of his life, and you’re certainly not afraid of using this knowledge to your advantage.

“You thought you could wear this cute little dress and not let me fuck you in it?” Even though you’re not looking at him, Bucky’s voice has that deep eagerness to it, as if it’s almost strained, a quality you’ve come to know with time indicates he’s particularly aroused. “You think the fact that we’re outside would stop me from fucking you senseless?”

His grip on your hips is tight enough to leave bruises as his lips lock onto the skin where your neck curves into your shoulder. You rock your hips over his very evident hard on, desire clouding your mind and simply moving your body in a way you know will make him feel good, which is confirmed when your name leaves his lips in a breathy moan.

“Bucky, please… I need to feel you.”

You immediately hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, the anticipation of what is about to happen flooding you with even more wetness. As he pulls his cock out, you pull your panties to the side, wiggling your hips as you wait for him to fill you.

“So wet and needy for me, and I’ve barely touched you.” As you position yourself on his thighs, Bucky rubs his bulbous tip through your wet folds, coating himself in your arousal. “You just can’t get enough of this fat dick, can you Mrs Barnes?”

His cock splits you apart effortlessly, the burn as you stretch around him melds with the pleasure of feeling so wonderfully full of the man you have vowed to share the rest of your life with.

With the help of Bucky’s strong hands on your hips, you lift yourself up his shaft before impaling yourself back down on it, over and over again until you build up a rhythm. The upbeat and brisk music from the beach below blares through the night as you grind down on your husband’s cock, his thick length hitting all the sweet spots inside you which makes the knot in your stomach wind tighter.

You can feel every veiny inch of him within you, stretching you out deliciously before making you feel gapingly empty as you lift your body. A gravelly moan escapes both your throats each time you sink down on him, when you can’t determine where he stops and you start, feeling like one soul linked for eternity.

“Let go for me baby, I know you wanna cum. Soak me sweetheart.” He reaches around your thigh to toy with your clit with the annoyingly perfect pressure and angle that has you hurtling even quicker towards your inevitable release.

“Holy shit Buck, just like that!” You scream as his dexterous fingers work to make you come undone.

You feel yourself crumbling under his touch, being split in half, taken apart at the seams and you cum with a shout of his name. Your thighs quiver beyond use, but Bucky sees to it that he thrusts his hips vigorously upwards, to compensate for your lack of movement and prolong your high.

“That’s my fucking girl.” If you could hear Bucky’s thoughts at this moment, it would make you cum again in an instant. All he can think about is how ravishing you look, how gorgeous you sound as he bounces you on his cock. That you were made for him, that he would go to the ends of the earth just to feel your warm walls constricting against his shaft, that he’d burn the world down before he let anyone deprive him of the rapture of your existence. That he simply never wants to be apart from you ever again.

Once you’ve come down from what seemed to be an everlasting high, Bucky urges you onto your feet while still inside you, walking you towards the edge of the balcony and you get a glimpse of the crowd celebrating on the beach below.

“Better hold on tight baby.” Your hands steady yourself on the railing of the balcony as you prepare for the onslaught you know is about to be unleashed upon you.

Bucky’s fingers dig into the curve of your hips as he begins fucking into you, his hips meeting your ass at such a speed that your body almost can’t fully process the immeasurable pleasure firing in every one of your neurons at the same time.

“Let me hear you, darling. You sound so pretty when you’re taking my cock - want the whole neighbourhood to hear who’s making you feel this good.”

God, you’re so fucked.

“Oh Bucky… Oh fuck! Oh my God… You’re so fucking deep… Shit!” You can’t help the profanities spilling from your lips as Bucky roughly fucks into you. You’re too caught up in how Bucky’s thick cock drags against your walls and kisses your cervix to give a damn about anyone on the beach below observing you being utterly ravaged by your husband.

Being on the top floor of the hotel, it literally seems like you’re on a cloud of bliss, wave after wave of euphoria cascading over you, suffocating as each of Bucky’s unhinged thrusts knocks all the air from your lungs that you’re head starts to feel dizzy.

“Darling you’re so fucking tight, this pussy is gonna milk every drop outta me.” With each thrust Bucky brings you closer to your second high, his balls slapping against your puffy clit and his thick cock grazes that spongy spot inside you which makes your vision blurry. “Be a good little slut and cum on your husband's cock in front of all those people.”

That familiar tightness quickly develops in your lower stomach, a promising indicator you’re hurtling towards your release, as you grip the metal railing for dear life. You scream into the dark night with the sheer intensity of your orgasm as the firework show sparks to life in the sky in front of you. Bucky’s name and obscenities are all drowned out by the loud crackles of the pyrotechnics, your body putty in his hands as he doesn’t let up, both extending your own orgasm and chasing his own.

Your legs feel like jelly and your throat is hoarse as Bucky’s thrusts begin to stutter, his vice grip on your waist somehow growing tighter. The sky illuminates with gold chrysanthemum fireworks as you hear Bucky growl behind you, pouring all his warm seed into you.

Bucky pulls out of you and encircles your waist, tugging you back into him as you watch the firework display decorate the sky. He places a soft kiss to your shoulder once the show ends with blinding blue and pink explosions, and cheers from the crowd below.

“Pinch me.” You request, and you can both hear Bucky chuckle and feel the reverberations of his chest against your back as he does so.

“Why?”

“Just wanna make sure this honeymoon hasn’t been some elaborate dream I’m about to wake up from.” Bucky turns you around as the wind sweeps his hair from his face, his smirk completely intoxicating, a lustful hunger and a blazing yearning so evident in those ocean eyes, you can perceive it even in the blanketing darkness of the night.

“I can assure you darling this is no dream. But I have a much more alluring way of proving it to you than by a simple pinch.”

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[iz-star]

More Lads gameplay shenanigans.

I think one of the funniest parts of playing Lads is that you can make up silly/funny or cute/dramatic stories in your head based on the interactions you experience with the guys in the game.

Like, for example, today I had my first big "argument" with Zayne (yeah it sounds so silly I know 😂 but hold on).

It all started when I opened the game today and checked on Zayne's outfit. Normally I don't really pay too much attention to his outfits cause lately I just open the game to do my dailies and then come back at night to claim the stamina. However, I've seen a lot of ppl complaining about their Zayne always choosing his uhm "default" outfit(? You know, the shades, black dress t-shirt and black trousers. I know it's mostly for the shits and giggles but since I've seen a lot of ppl complaining abt it, I decided to screenshot Zayne's outfit for the last 5 days to check if it was true and for now he never once used what I call his "default" outfit.

It actually made me think that the one with the boring outfits in this relationship is probably me 😅

Anyway, I was actually quite happy that today he chose to wear the "Edgy" outfit (the one with the lil cat on the sleeve) since it was the first time he wears it on his own. Everything was nice, I did my dailies as usual, did the little dailies of the chibi cat café and it was all fine until I watched Zayne's 4th chapter of the Yes, Cat Caretaker event cause it reminded me that I'm not the biggest fan of this event lol (the chibis and their convos are the best part for me).

I already got Zayne's card and outfit and funnily enough, I think Zayne heard me complaining abt this banner and how I wasn't sure to pull for his card this time cause this was the first time that he didn't make me waste 1 wish point to come home like he usually does. He came home at 50 wishes and I just pulled the rest for the outfit (normally in other mutiple banners I always had to pull 100-130 wishes to get him so yeah, it's a big difference).

I tried my best to get myself to like this card but there are still a lot of things I personally don't like about it, I could explain but I don't really want to ruin the fun for anyone, this is just probably my least favorite card (for very personal reasons) and I have been feeling a little bit disappointed and with little or no encouragment to play the game since then.

So yeah, I watched the chapter and then came back with this uneasiness I've tried to supress lately and I remembered that today is Monday (it's holiday in my country so I didn't go to work, hence I had time to play today and get upset at Zayne yaay) so I went to the claw machine with him to use my three tickets. I've already got a lot of plushies with Zayne so to get new plushies with him to gain affinity points has been a hell lately, I've spent like at least 50-100 diamonds per week buying tickets just for him 🫡 so, when I used my first ticket I didn't get any new plushie. For the second one I was excited that there was actually a new plushie (Coffee Fleecy) and I tried to get it twice but my efforts were in vain, I thought that Zayne's evol would be veeery helpful this time so I asked him to switch places, to what he simply replied "No" 🥲 so I tried to get it again and I failed again, I couldn't even make it fall so it would be easier to catch it. I asked Zayne again to switch places and he accepted this time but for the two chances we still had left he got nothing 🫠

I used my third ticket and got kinda upset to see that the plushie wasn't there anymore and all the plushies that showed up I already had them so I asked Zayne to do the rest 4 chances we had and didn't even bother to cheer him on and he only got 1 lol xD

For those who have passed affinity level 100 with their main, you probably know how difficult is to upgrade levels so I was really pissed that I missed this chance, especially cause I'm already used to Zayne's indiferent lines when playing claw machine but this time they got to me ahaha.

So back at the café, he mentioned something about the plushies, I tapped his shoulder a bit frustrated and he said something like "Without your cheers, I feel like I've lost my touch" or smth like that I was like "Uhhhh? Who was the one who said 'No' first?" 🙄

I went to the dressing room and put him on his default outfit and instead of saying "You know me well" he said something about how today it was cloudy so there was no need to use the shades or smth like that. Back at the café he said that he's not very good at fashion so he needed my help but I was still pissed, I looked at his hand and he was still wearing the ring so I went back to the dressing room just to take it off bc I was like "Today you're a stranger to me" (Hahaha so dramatic I know). Back at the café again, I was actually suprised that the first thing he said after I took the ring off of him was "I'm not annoyed, you're imagining things" with an annoyed expression lol.

After that I just closed the game and I just went to do my daily chores at home. Later, I came back to try the new Hunter Contest trials, I saw him writing something and I called him just to change him for Rafayel ajdldkf xD this is where the hilarious part comes up cause I know Rafayel is easier to get lovely at the café than Zayne, saying things like 'I'd do whatever to see you smile again' 'Hold my hand and never let go', etc, actually I normally tend to tap Zayne's lips/nose and he normally says "Is there something on my face? Why do you like to touch it so much?" "You also have eyes and a nose" "There are 42 muscles in the human face" With a kinda annoyed face so I did the same with Rafayel and he said with a big smile "It feels great! Don't stop!" 🥺

So yeah, this time I was kinda having some heavy feelings now. I'm veeery focused on Zayne so I rarely visit the other guys at the café, as to why I had kinda forgotten that they're more expressive (smile more, have different ways to look at you, different body language etc) and are also a bit more prone to express their affection through words than Zayne at the café, but of course I'm not saying this to hate on Zayne, (I would NEVER, I might be upset at him but he's still my main) he just expresses his affection differently.

Rafayel was being especially lovely, saying a lot of sweet things that probably are pretty normal from him but since I rarely visit him at the café, I'm not used to them. It seems he saw an opening there to rob me from Zayne cause today of all days, after 8 months playing this game, I was actually able to craft my very first 5 stars card and it was Rafayel's "Before sunrise"... 🤣

Not only this is the first time I visit him at the café in months but I also got a card where he actively encourages you to touch his abs and also, thanks to this card I was able to level him up to affinity 80, unlocking his "Heart" interaction where I get to touch his boobs 😂

Needless to say that I really laughed at his reaction lol 😂

I just think it's funny how the same day I get upset at Zayne, I have Rafayel allowing me to touch his abs and boobs 😂😭 for now he's the second highest on affinity level points.

I used the 'Study' and 'Work out' feature with him and he said he drew me while studying ahaha 💓

After visiting him, I visited Xavier and he was all lovely as well. I didn't get a chance to screenshot it but he told me 'Put your phone down, spend the day with me' and that was kinda hilarious xD. I also used the 'Work out' and 'Study' features with him.

Lastly, I visited Sylus. Needless to say, he was more than willing to get me away from Zayne (?? xD

I also worked out with him but didn't study and it was funny that back at the café he was a little upset that I didn't ask him to study with him lol.

Also, I got a lot of affinity points with him for trying some features with him that I hadn't tried before (like the heart beat feature).

It was really funny interacting with the other guys after months and it looking like they were trying to take advantage of the situation to steal me from Zayne xD of course I know these are all coincidences, that's why at the beginning of this post, I said it was funny to make up stories in your head based off the interactions you get with the guys ingame, like kind of a drama series lol

As for me and Zayne? We're still upset at each other 😶

[anyamaris]

My Unlikely Hero

Word Count-3027

Summary-An unplanned trip to the store has you seeing your shy roommate in a new light.

Pairing-Jeongin x f!reader

Trope-Roommates to lovers AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), mentions of blood and minor injuries, mild harassment to reader, implied physical fight, MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren

As always, thank you to @cafekitsune for use of banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍

A/N- This is for an ask for @labyrinthonmymind I got a bit ago, sorry it took so long for me to get to it! I'm new to writing SKZ so I hope I did your ask and him justice. This was on my mind so I hope you like the idea I got from your ask!

You’d been hesitant at first to accept a male roommate when Jeongin showed up to look at the room.  The friend you’d originally moved in with had moved out of town and you needed to rent out the room.  When you’d put out the ad, you hadn’t thought to ask for only females, and only after receiving the call from him had it occurred to you.  

Regardless, you’d had him come to look at it, trying to figure out how to turn him down if he made you uncomfortable.  Despite your reservations at first, the man who had shown up was adorable, and his bright smile had you immediately letting down your guard.  His almost shy demeanor was actually what drew you in, and he was very respectful the entire visit.  

So when no one else had inquired about the room after a few more days, you’d called him to let him know it was his to move into at his convenience.  His delight was conveyed through his voice and you couldn’t help but smile at the infectious cheeriness of his personality.  

Within two days he had moved in, and he’d been exactly what you needed, financially, and as an ideal roommate.  He was clean, respectful and quiet.  Sometimes almost too quiet, you think, watching him shut his door to head out to wherever it was that he was going for the day.  

It had been three months since he’d moved in and you’d gotten a little closer to him.  He was sweet, caring, and very upbeat when you’d gotten him to actually talk with you about anything, but the majority of the time you attempted, he would just blush and clam up.  

When he was with his friends the rare times he’d had anyone over, he was loud, laughing and smiling, teasing them when they played games.  You’d even caught a little bit of his savage sense of humor, smiling to yourself as you happened to catch him prodding at one of the guys.  

Worried that you probably just made him uncomfortable, you pulled back a bit on being too pushy.  If he wanted to open up to you, he could.  You just couldn’t help wanting to know him better, possibly even become good friends.  So as he makes his way to the door to put on his shoes, you can’t help but go to say goodbye to him.  

“Jeongin…I’m um…making cookies today!  Do you have a cookie you like best?” you ask him, smiling at him.  His eyes get large as he looks up at you, darting back and forth as he seems to think about your question.   “Um..anything you make will be good.” he shrugs, a cute little smile on his face as he stands up, unable to meet your eyes.  

“Oh..uh okay.  Well…if you come back later I’ll have them on the counter!” you say, and he nods, turning to go out the door.  “Bye!” you wave at the closing door, then deflate a bit, wondering if you’d once again been too pushy.  Sighing, you just go back inside, turning up the music to dance along to now that you were all alone.

A bit later, after getting side tracked from your baking by some phone calls and random chores, you finally make your way to finish your cookie preparation.  You frown as you realize you don’t have enough eggs and you sigh, looking at the clock.  It was after 9pm so you’d have to just run to the corner store to grab them.  Shrugging at your bad planning skills, you slip on some shoes and hope it’ll be a nice quick trip, and that not many people will be out.  You just had on some sweat shorts and a tee, hair a bit of a mess, but it’s not like you were trying to impress anyone.  

Opening the door, the bell chimes and you notice there aren’t many people, and a wave of relief washes over you.  You notice the bored cashier reading some kind of book and make your way to the cooler to see what they have.  Grabbing a few snacks, along with your eggs, you make your way to the register when a group of young men enter the store.  

You just keep your head down and thank the uninterested cashier as you make your purchase, then turn to head out the door.  “Hey there cutie…” you hear but ignore the voice, pushing open the door.  “Awww, where you goin?” you gasp as your arm is suddenly grabbed and you’re yanked inside.  Scared, your eyes dart to the cashier who is turning away and you curse your bad luck.  “Uhh, please let go.” you manage, looking at the three guys.  

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” another asks and you yank your arm away, clutching your bag to your chest as you eye them.  “None of your business, excuse me..” you say and push open the door to leave.  You almost let out a sigh of relief but then you hear the chime of the door as it opens again, and the laughter of the men.  

Starting to walk fast, you glance behind but then your foot catches on the curb and you land on your knees, scraping them.  “Shit…” you mumble, checking your bag to see if you broke anything.  “Aww honey, did you hurt yourself? Let me make it all better..” “Please leave me alone..” you tell them, looking up at the men hovering over you now.  “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Come on, I’ll kiss it better for you-” one says, grabbing for you, but then you hear shouting.  

“YAH! HEY!  Get away from her!” you hear a male voice from behind you, then a bag is flying over your head, hitting one of the guys in the face.  Then a figure is launching himself at the men, a bunch of shouting and commotion causing you to just stare in confusion.  Startled, you jerk away as a hand settles on your shoulder.  “Are you alright?” a voice asks and you look up into a familiar face.  “Hyunjin?” you whisper, remembering one of Jeongin’s friends.  

“Yeah, are you hurt?” he asks, then frowns as he looks over at the men fighting, another having joined the figure you’d seen flash by.  Before you know it, it quiets down and all you can hear is the heavy breathing of the two men who had chased away your harassers.  “Idiot, what are you trying to do?” you hear one berating the other before a figure runs over to you, kneeling in front of you.  

“Oh my god, what did they do to you? Are you alright? Where are you hurt?”  it takes you a moment to recognize Jeongin, his normally cheerful smile replaced with anger and concern.  Realizing that they’d come at just the right time, you sniffle a little, trying to hold back a sob. “Thank you, I … they were kinda scary…” you manage. Jeongin is frowning at your scraped knees, his hands shaking as he seems to want to help but doesn’t want to touch you.  

“Thank this moron, flying over people and screaming.  Holy hell, I’ve never seen him run so fast.”  You look over and notice Changbin standing to the side, glancing down at Jeongin as he worries over you.  “Hyunjin, let’s go make sure those dicks aren’t coming back.  Can you get her home ok?” he nudges Jeongin with his toe and he just nods, waving them away as he never takes his eyes off of you.  

“I’m ok, really.” you tell him, but when his eyes meet yours, you don’t push it.  They soften as he watches you wince a bit at his glare, holding his hand out as he stands up.  “Come on, let’s go home.” He says, and you take his hand, letting him pull you up.  “My eggs!” you say, then check them.  Luckily they weren’t broken and you breathe a sigh of relief.  “Here, let me…” he says, taking the bag.  “I’ll protect your eggs with my life, promise.” he says, giving you a reassuring smile.  

He holds his hand out to you and you blush shyly as you take it tentatively.  “Just to make sure you don’t trip, if it makes you uncomfort-” “No! I…thank you….I’m ok with it…” you manage and he nods, turning to watch the other two walk away.  You both start towards the apartment, the silence between you almost comfortable as he holds onto your hand, checking to make sure you’re walking alright every so often.�� 

“I’m sorry that those men were bothering you.” he says, and you glance up at him, the concern back in his dark eyes.  “I’m so grateful that you came along, really.  They were just being annoying, but it was a little scary.” The long pretty eyes that you loved to watch squint into a smile were now filled with anger, his mouth twisted into a grimace.  “I wish I’d hit them a few more times…” he growls out and you gasp, the realization that he’d been in a fight finally hitting you.  Your brain is a little slow, but now you look down at the hand holding yours and feel your heart hurt over his bloodied knuckles.

“Jeongin! Oh no!” you cry, stopping to look closer, pulling his other hand up.  “It’s fine, really I-” “It’s not fine! You were hurt because of me!” you exclaim, feeling your eyes fill with tears.  “Really…” “Inside, now!” you drag him along, despite his protests behind you.  Once inside, you frown at him, pointing to the couch as you set the bag down in the kitchen.  “Sit.  No! Don’t argue-just go sit. That’s an order!” you tell him, running off to get your first aid kit.  

“Wow…ok ok..” he mumbles, and you hear him going into the living room.  He’s perched on the couch, a little lopsided smile on his face as you sit beside him.  “Really, I’m alright.” he tells you as you pull out antiseptic spray and bandaids.  “Jeongin…” you sigh at him, putting on some ointment after you clean the injured knuckles on both of his hands.  “Why did you throw yourself at them like that? You could have been hurt even worse…” you swallow hard, thinking what might have happened if they had fought back or …

“It doesn’t matter, they were bothering you.” he simply states and you glance up at him as you put the bandaids on.  His eyes were soft and caring, causing your breath to stop.  The elongated silence as you watch him has your cheeks heating up, and you see the telltale sign of pink on his as well.  “You…you saved me….” you blink at him, realizing at that moment that you just might have it bad for this man.  

Before you can stop yourself, you cup his face in both hands and place a light kiss on his lips.  He stiffens, then a small whimper escapes him as you draw back, hand over your mouth.  “Oh..oh…Jeongin..I’m so sorry.  That was horribly rude of -” You’re abruptly cut off as he dips his head to recapture your lips, but this time it's less soft, more eager as he tilts his head to lean into you.  

Shocked but excited, you throw your arms around his neck and part your lips for him.  Gasping, his tongue tentatively searches for yours, deepening the kiss as they meet.  He slows, then pulls back for a moment, tipping his forehead against yours.  You search his eyes as he watches you, his gaze almost questioning.  “You’re hurt too..let me…” he says, but you shake your head, watching his lips, going to lean in again. 

As your lips press to his, he smiles and laughs a little, then pulls you back again.  “Hey..you yelled at me…let me at least clean your wounds before…” he blushes again, biting his lip and looking at your scraped knees.  “Before?” you ask breathily and he groans, immediately reaching for the antiseptic spray with shaking hands.  

“Jeongin…” you murmur as you watch him clean your wounds hurriedly.  “Mmm?” he continues to apply ointment and bandaids much like you did for him.  “I..I like you.” you finally get out, your cheeks burning even though moments ago he was kissing you back.  You still feel nervous, worried he might be just reacting to the adrenaline of the fight.  

At your words, he fumbles the box of bandaids and they fall, then he’s picking them up, not even looking at you.  “I just…sorry…that was probably-” “I like you too.” he says, finally turning to you as he places the box on the coffee table.  “I really like you…I just didn’t know if it was appropriate…” he manages, glancing around the apartment.  

“Because roommates?” you ask him and he nods at you as he takes a seat next to you once more.  You reach out and take his hand, feeling even more bashful.  “I..yeah it’s a little…well…” you stammer, but as you look back up at him, his eyes are filled with want as he watches you and you can’t stop yourself as you grab his shirt to pull him in for another kiss.  

He hums as your lips meet, his hand finding its way onto the nape of your neck, caressing the bare skin there.  A shiver runs through you as you melt into him, your arms around him, fingers delving into his silky hair.  Suddenly he’s lifting you into his lap and you press yourself against him, feeling bold as your hand slips down to unbutton his shirt.  

A small whine escapes him as your hand skims the bare skin of his chest where the shirt is parted, and you feel the telltale sign of his arousal growing where you’re seated on him.  “We-I-oh god-” he gasps as you rub a thumb over his nipple, turning to adjust on him, straddling his hips as you push him back on the couch.  “Too fast?” you ask him, but he’s shaking his head as he lifts your shirt over your head, his arms wrapping around you.  “Whatever you want…I only want what you want…” he professes as he looks up at you as you cup his face in your palms.  “I want you.” is all you say and he groans, then he’s lifting you, carrying you to his room as you wrap your legs around him.  You let out a little giggle as he makes cute noises trying to maneuver around things, finally falling with you onto the bed.  He props himself above you, taking in your bra clad torso.  

You bite your lip as you slip your hand behind your back and unhook it, drawing it off to throw to the side.  His eyes glaze over at the sight of your naked breasts, then he’s shedding his unbuttoned shirt as well.  “Jeongin-” “Oh…are you alright-?” “Pants, take them off…” you whisper and he stops in shock for a moment, then he’s stripping everything off as you giggle at his expression.  

Your laugh is cut off as he grabs your shorts and yanks them off along with your underwear, then he’s between your legs.  “I’ll stop anytime it’s too-” “Don’t you dare stop.” you demand, fingers back in his hair and leaning up to reclaim his mouth eagerly.  “Want to feel you-” you mumble against his lips, drawing out a long moan from him as your hips lift against him.  

You can feel the underside of his rigid length slide along your slickness as he rubs against you, the pressure against your clit has you already gasping in pleasure.  “Jeongin, please…I want you so much…” you whine, and he slips his hand between you to grip himself, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance.  “Please!” you cry as he hesitates once more, then he’s stretching you, hips thrusting forward to bury himself deep within you.  

The collective moans you both let out are the only sounds as he just pauses as you pulse around him, then he’s pulling back, thrusting back into you with a wet slap.  “Oh god, yes!” you cry out, your hands on his shoulders.  He lifts your leg a bit and slips a hand under your ass to tilt you up, letting him go a bit deeper.  His face is contorted in bliss, watching you as he slowly builds up the power behind his thrusts, speeding up gradually.  

“You feel amazing, oh-god-” he groans out, lowering himself a bit to kiss you, his hand gripping the sheets as he sets a steady pace, drawing out cries from you that mix with his own.  The sounds of your bodies coming together, and the soft cries and moans from him has your womb throbbing, tightness building inside of your abdomen and your body starts to shake as you realize you’re close.  “Jeongin…JEONGIN- I-”  His hips stutter as your walls clench around him and his breath hitches.  “Oh GOD-I CAN’T …FUCK- “ he groans, but you lift your hips, urging him on.  

“Cum, Jeongin, cum with me…please….” you cry, your orgasm finally stealing your breath as you scream, then his cries are blending with yours as he thrusts once more inside of you, emptying himself in a flood within you.  “Oh-GOD–GOD YES-” he chokes out, your legs around his waist as you hold him against you.  He shudders on top of you, gasping as he finally gets his breath back, and goes limp on you.  

Swallowing and catching your own breath, you just run your fingers through his hair and smile as you kiss his forehead.  “Mmmm” is all you manage and he echoes the noise back at you, then you’re both giggling.  He rolls you both to the side, pushing your hair back, both of you damp with sweat.  “I really like you.” you whisper and he smiles, his grin a little cheeky.  “I sure hope so…after that…”   You giggle as you slap him playfully, then his mouth is pressed against yours again.  “So, I’m your boyfriend AND roommate now?”  he asks, an eyebrow raised. “My roommate, my boyfriend.  My hero.”

[militaryahegao]

I'm So Money, So Money! [Sugar Daddy!Graves × Reader HCs]

summary; some rambly headcanons on sugar daddy graves

word count; 472

content tags; graves is very manipulative & toxic here (but its him so what can you expect), older man/younger reader, no specific prns for reader, nsfw implied, mdni

I'm not sure what my headcanons for Graves' childhood are

is his story one of "rags to riches", or has a comfortable amount of cash always on hand been all he has known

but maybe it doesn't matter. because maybe he'd never bother to tell you

he has bared some of the most personal parts of himself to you, so he feels inclined to keep part of himself a secret.

a mystery of a man, that you are oh so intimate with

cuz he knows you "like that shit"

but on to the cash

he is the type to keep 100s in the pockets of his worn down, dirt stained jeans

he just hands you wads of bills as if it's a stick of gum. so simple, just an afterthought

of course he loves being intimate with you, but his favorite part is truly the way he spoils you rotten

and so he does it as much as possible

he'll give you some "pocket change" just to wear that cute little sundress he loves

he isn't very good at paying attention to your interests, so if you want something specific like a merchandise or concert tickets, you're gonna have to be blunt about it

"sorry sweetheart, but I have got so many important responsibilities. People's lives in my hands. You can't expect me to remember every little thing about you. I've just got bigger things to worry about."

if you're in school he would want to fund your studies, as well as stuff as rent and groceries

but this is Phillip Graves

so hes really condescending about it

oh boy, your shitty apartment's AC broke? how sad. his is working just fine thank you very much!

got out of a long, draining lecture and don't have the energy to cook with your already meager grocery stock? Well he is there to remind you that he never has that problem, due to his private chef and walk-in pantry

worried about bills? if you just stayed with him that wouldn't be such a problem. you shouldn't even be complaining about this, because he could take it all away easily. Such simple problems when he knows how hard the world "really can be"

doesn't really talk in specifics about his military service, but holds both his title and experience over you

reminds you of how he has been through hell, gruesome battles and gorey warfare, and how you're just a delicate youngin

uses this both to demean you and baby you endlessly

and it goes without saying that he feeds off of the taboo between you two

shows you off, as a big "eff you" to anyone who thinks Commander Phillip Graves has any shits to give

you may not know much about his elusive Shadow Company, but trust that they're very familiar with you

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[astrobolical]

Cute as a kitten-

Content Warnings: Suggestive, Satan gets riled up (nothing explicit though), Animalistic behaviour (Purring, growling, protectiveness), biting, as always MDNI.

Reader: Gender Neutral

This took a turn, this was just supposed to be fluff but I have no self control with my second favourite brother, apparently. This has a lot of fluff in the beginning, at least. This was inspired from Satan’s texts about cat behaviours.

I made the banner before I wrote this, the quote is accidentally fitting. Also for Obey Me I’ll use MC rather than Y/N, it just fits better.

There was a calming quiet around you as you lounged on the sofa, the only sounds that met your ears were the crackling of the fireplace as it warmed the room and the occasional turning of a page in Satan’s book from where he sat on the other end of the couch from where you were. In truth, it was rather odd that there was such serenity in the House of Lamentation but for now you didn’t allow yourself to worry over what the brothers’ could be getting into. No, the sight in front of you was far more important.

Your D.D.D. was forgotten in your hand, your eyes instead focused on the blonde who was engrossed in whatever tale he’d picked up. Apart from his furrowed brows when something unanticipated would happen in the story, Satan seemed entirely relaxed. It was a rare sight, indeed, and not one you would trade for anything.

While you by no means disliked his temper, it was an entirely different experience to see him as he was now. You adored that he felt a level of comfort with you that allowed him to lose himself into the words on the page. You couldn’t help the flicker of pride in your chest that this was something very few would witness for such an extended period— that you were someone he held more patience for than anyone else.

You’d been careful not to draw his attention or break this fleeting serenity, knowing that at any moment a flurry of commotion could erupt, chaos bleeding through and cracking this bubble of peace you’d found yourself in. It was bizarre that it hadn’t already happened, but you weren’t about to complain.

However, you were also not infallible. In the back of your mind you could recall messages he’d sent you recently, imagery of cats and their habits that he’d found adorable. A part of you, one not very deep down, wanted to see exactly how Satan would react to you creating such a situation— it was an impulse you’d had a hard time fighting down, though often the chaotic nature of the house helped to curb it. Now, though, it was just the two of you in the quiet of the living room. It was as good a chance as any, and probably the easiest and safest to manage it in. Without his brothers nearby it eliminated the risk of one of them irritating him with their remarks.

So, you began to debate the best way to go about it. Stretching, making little movements to gauge how much of his attention was on you— apart from a small glance your way at the initial stretch, he’d yet to look at you again. When you were satisfied that your fidgeting was of little consequence to him you put your little plan into motion. Admittedly it wasn’t very thought through, but it was a plan regardless.

Quietly you inched your way closer to his end of the couch, though the closer you were to him the more you wondered if this was something he’d find stupid. Sure he’d alluded to it in his text but that didn’t mean he anticipated it in reality, right?

Oh, but the urge just wouldn’t leave you.

Once you were close enough you adjusted on the couch, moving to sit on your knees though before you could get close enough to bunt your head against him those green and yellow eyes turned to you, eyebrow raising at the strange position you’d put yourself into. “MC?” He questioned, though didn’t protest at your sudden close proximity.

When you moved closer again he chuckled, his arm adjusting to allow you to invade his space even more. “If you wanted to read with me you just had to ask. No need to shuffle around like tha—” He paused as your forehead bumped against his cheek, making use of his opened arms to close that gap between you.

There was a small noise of confusion, and then a sharp intake of breath as you continued to rub your head against him in the same manner the cats he loved would.

Unexpectedly, the action was oddly cathartic, a show of affection that was something unique between the two of you. However you were startled from the feeling when you heard his book fall to the floor, jumping slightly and sitting back on your heels to give him his space back. You looked at him tentatively, and were greeted with a sight that warmed your heart more than the calm evening you were sharing could ever have.

In front of you was Satan, covering his mouth with the hand that had dropped the book, his cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink as he stared at you with wide eyes. You felt your own face heat up, and you sheepishly laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

He didn’t allow you to continue your half-hearted apology, the hand that had moved to allow you in grasping the back of your neck and dragging you closer, the other moving to your cheek. “Satan?”

His forehead bumped against your own, his eyes closed as he nuzzled you in return. Unsatisfied with the simple bunt he’d given you, though, he moved closer. Mindful of his own horns he quickly returned the favour with fervour. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, your hand finding his soft blonde hair and running your fingers through. He hummed, using his weight to push you back until you were sitting properly, skillfully managing his way between your legs to continue his ministrations in a way that was more comfortable for both of you.

There was a low rumble from his chest, a noise you recognized as a demon’s purr as he nipped at your jaw. Satan’s purr was a low rumble, a sound you hadn’t heard from him before— and wholly different from the purr you’d heard from one of his brothers once. You dared not comment on the noise, instead moving your hands to gently massage the base of his horns as his tail curled possessively around your shin.

This was the happiest you had seen Satan, and your heart nearly melted at how simple it had been to bring him such joy.

However as your fingers continued their gentle work, sharp teeth soon became more daring, the gentle rubs and nuzzles shifting to curious lips tracing where your jaw met your neck. Teeth grazing as he moved downwards, tail tightening in its hold, a large hand moving to your hip as you finally couldn’t keep yourself up, your back hitting the couch behind you as the Avatar of Wrath loomed over you.

You whimpered as he bit down just over where your pulse point betrayed your accelerating heartbeat, hard enough that you were sure there would certainly be marks there for days to come, yet not hard enough to break your skin. The rumbling from his chest faded as new feelings overtook the demon above you, a growl erupting from Satan’s throat as your grip tightened on his hair.

You bit your lip, your breathing quickening as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shirt—

“Certainly there must be better places for this? Or did the two of you want to put on a show?” The sudden voice interrupting the two of you made your entire body freeze and stiffen, and the growl that escaped Satan now was entirely more vicious as his head snapped up to glare at the eldest of the brothers.

The mood shattered, and your senses returned to you, quickly pushing out from under Satan the best you could with his tail still gripping you as tightly as it was, almost unrelenting. You hid your blush from Lucifer the best you could as you let out a squeak of an apology. “Sorry! Um, we were just—”

“It’s fairly obvious what the two of you were getting up to.” Lucifer’s tone was far from light, and it was clear he was displeased at the situation he’d walked into. “Please refrain from using shared areas for… personal fun.”

Surprisingly there was no protest from Satan, whose glare was so ferocious you’d have been terrified if you weren’t as close with him as you were. He was stiff, the only sound escaping him a low, threatening growl.

You turned your head to look at Lucifer, who rolled his eyes. “Oh, I’m so frightened.” He drawled, his words dripping with sarcasm as he smirked at his younger brother. “Take this to somewhere private, or behave yourselves.”

The blonde simply pulled you closer in response, and you realized he was simply unwilling to let Lucifer ‘take’ you. The possessive display made a heat reignite in your belly again, but you tried your best to ignore the feeling— if Lucifer had returned, no doubt the other brothers would filter into the house again soon.

Once Lucifer had left the room, the door closing with a sharp, loud bang Satan’s head fell to your shoulder, his forehead resting there as he sighed heavily. “Damn him.” He murmured, clearly frustrated at being interrupted, especially by Lucifer.

You hummed, carefully maneuvering him to nuzzle your face into his hair.

And then you laughed, and Satan huffed. As you moved back you couldn’t help yourself. “I didn’t think you’d react quite like that.” You admitted, realizing the strange situation that had just transpired.

“How could I not? My human showed me affection in the most adorable, perfect way.” He looked almost proud as he spoke, his eyes mesmerizing as he studied your flustered expression. “It’s a shame… it was just starting to get fun, too.”

You had a feeling you weren’t going to be leaving Satan’s side tonight.

[deobienthusiast]

what to expect when you’re expecting | lee sangyeon

• pairing: idol!sangyeon x nonidol!female reader

• word count: 1.9k words

• rating: PG (i’m reluctant to put G but there are a few sexual innuendos)

• genre: fluff, super cute, i’m inclined to say suggestive but there’s like one measly moment

• warnings: sickly cute, like super sugary sweet that it might make your teeth rot, there’s like one suggestive comment made by sangyeon, babies, and pregnancies

• tagging: @deoboyznet and @mars101 for the banner and beta reading! she worked really hard for me on this one and i love her dearly for it! and @heemingyu for also betareading it!!!! ILY BOTH SM🩷🩷🩷🩷

• notes: this concept with sangyeon hit me like a fucking truck. i literally was just sitting at work, thought of the not-so-original title and immediately went “ahh this is perfect for sangyeon”

“sweet girl, you are more than we ever expected and better than we ever imagined”

The word perfect isn’t a word you would use very often. Especially when it comes to your life. Nothing about your life has been simple. You had a distorted vision of what perfect might look like due to your parents' crumbling marriage. Fighting and screaming all the time wasn’t exactly the image of a picturesque marriage.

There was a period in your life that you used to want to forget. The fucked up image of love that your parents engraved into you made you run through guys like they were going out of style. Each one was worse than the last. You swore you’d give up on love after your last boyfriend. That was until you met Sangyeon.

Oh sweet Sangyeon. A dashing, lovable man that managed to steal your heart, and the hearts of many others. Sangyeon was an idol, a star amongst the stars. He was the main vocalist and leader of a very popular boy group, and no matter how much his members teased him, they wouldn’t lie when they said they depended on him a lot. Sangyeon was a natural born leader, great with anyone and in any situation.

The fact that you, in your must insecure and fucked up state, were able to catch Sangyeon’s eye was a feat in itself. When he approached you, you couldn’t believe it. What would an idol want with you? But he was so kind, so soft spoken and sweet. He made you feel so special, all the time.

Your relationship was secretive at first, with his idol image and him being a leader he had no choice. It was hard at first, your insecurities getting the best of you, but he never faltered. He never gave up on you. He fought tooth and nail to keep you and your relationship together. When the news came out, fans were supportive. Most of them at least. The good outweighed the bad, and the two of you couldn’t be happier.

People became even more supportive when Sangyeon proposed. The world seemed to be warming up to the idea that Sangyeon was beginning his life outside of being an idol. Which is why the news of your pregnancy wasn’t a surprise to anyone.

Sangyeon took the time to ease people into it, wanting people to understand that he was still the same old Sangyeon, except he’d be coming home to a wife and soon, a daughter.

Preparations for your little girl were in full swing. Gifts being delivered, cute cards, diapers (because you can never have enough), clothes, balloons. Your little apartment that seemed to be perfect for you and your little family was beginning to seem a little crowded. Sangyeon didn't seem to mind, though. Too enamored with the idea of attending lamaze classes, and what you would consider his personal favorite, decorating the nursery.

In one of his very rare off days, Sangyeon had been spending the entire time buried in ripped open boxes, instructions, and pink and lavender colored paint cans that Kevin had specifically asked not to touch until he could get to your home. Hobbling from your place in the kitchen, one hand on your stomach and another on your lower back, you made your way towards the open door that smelt more new than the rest of the house. The pristine white furniture scattered all about, some even covered in plastic so as to not get droplets of paint on it in the future.

A smile makes its way to your face when you notice the three in one crib Jacob had bought for you guys was perfectly intact, Sangyeon standing over it proudly. As if hearing you at the door, he whipped his head around, a smug smirk on his face.

“I told you I’d get it done.”

Your husband was met with a roll of your eyes as he chuckled. “My hero.”

He swiped at his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt as he walked towards you. First laying a soft peck on your forehead, then bringing both hands to your growing stomach, leaning down to place an equally soft kiss on the top of it. Almost as if feeling him place the kiss, the baby kicked. The small bump hits Sangyeon on the tip of his nose as he scrunches up his face.

“Easy. I know I stink.” Sangyeon whispers to your stomach.

You giggle, bringing a hand to run through his slightly damp, dark brown locks as he stands up.

“Well, what do you think?” Sangyeon asks, gesturing to the bed.

“I think she’s going to need more than just a bed, Sangyeon.” You counter.

Sangyeon drops his hand, beginning to pout. “Well I know that! I’m not finished yet.”

This time you let out a chuckle. “Babe, it took you three days to put the bed together. At this rate, the nursery won’t be done when she arrives.”

Sangyeon looks around the room, taking in the still full cans of paint, the partial design that Kevin had started of white lilies that surrounded your daughter’s name, and the rest of furniture that still needed to be put together.

He smiled as he turned back to you. “Being parents is chaotic, right? You gotta expect the unexpected.”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “I think the saying is what to expect when you’re expecting.”

“Well we definitely didn’t expect this.”

A breathy laugh made its way past your lips as you made your way through the chaos, laying both hands on the baby crib. Sangyeon followed closely behind you, a firm grip on your hips to make sure you don’t fall. His senses were immensely heightened when it came to you and it seemed they were heightened even more if that was even possible now that you were pregnant. You hadn’t so much as lifted a finger for anything, Sangyeon being at your beck and call.

“What do you need me to do? Anything?” He questions.

You turn to look at him. “The blanket your mother knit, it’s in our room. Can you bring it to me?”

Sangyeon smiled, turning to make his way out of the room, but not before tripping over a ripped box that still holds pieces of the pale pink rocking chair that needs to be put together. His face turns beat red as he speed walks towards your room. You giggle at your husband’s cuteness as you turn back towards the crib.

Sangyeon put the purple sheets on the mattress, and had even placed the pillows on the bed. A teddy bear that Changmin had gifted you sat in the middle of the bed. You laugh to yourself as you remember the pleas Sangyeon made to the younger boy, promising not to get anything scary for your baby girl.

“I found it!” You hear Sangyeon yell, his fleeting pounding across the hardwood floor as he rounds the corner into the room.

The small, pink and white checkered blanket swings back and forth in his hands from the movement as he hands it to you. The soft material glides through your fingers as you lay it over the mattress.

Sangyeon lays a peck on your shoulder as he whispers. “Perfect.”

You smile as you let him wrap his hands around you. He brings them both to the bottom of your enlarged stomach, putting pressure as he lifts up your bump. You groan slightly as your husband chuckles from behind you. You feel him start to release his grip on the bottom of your stomach as you whine.

“Don’t stop.” You say softly, placing your hands on top of his.

Sangyeon snickers. “I think that’s what got us in this position in the first place.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his comment, a rush of heat blooming up your neck. You turn in his arms, slowly so he can gently let your stomach down from his hold. The size of your bump leaves a substantial amount of space between you and Sangyeon as you have to just lay your hands on your shoulders. Sangyeon looks you over as he smiles slightly.

“Stop stressing.”

You frown. “I’m not. I swear. I just,”

“Want everything to be done before she gets here. I know. Everything will be done, I promise. Some of the guys are supposed to be coming over later on today to help. Kevin wants to finish painting the room, Jacob and Younghoon are going to help me put together the rest of the furniture, and Eric and Sunwoo will…” Sangyeon trails off, making you laugh.

“Just keep them away from the paint. I have a sneaking suspicion more will end up on you all and the furniture than the walls.”

Sangyeon laughs as he leans forward to peck your nose. Your eyes close at the soft contact, feeling a bump at your stomach again, letting you know that your daughter has once again kicked.

“She seems to know when we’re being affectionate.” You tell Sangyeon.

He grins before you both head a cough.

“Don’t let me interrupt, but you should really start locking the front door.”

You both pull apart as Sangyeon speaks.

“Sunwoo, please stop just entering my house without knocking.”

You laugh to yourself as Sunwoo makes his way towards the two of you.

“I did knock. You guys were too enthralled with each other to bother hearing me.” Sunwoo says.

He bends down to whisper to your growing belly. “Hi baby! It’s your favorite uncle!”

You scoff playfully as he turns his head, laying his ear on your stomach, nodding as if the baby is talking to him. You look at Sangyeon who's watching his younger member in amusement.

“Saying anything interesting uncle Sunwoo?” You ask him jokingly.

Sunwoo lifts his head giving you a smirk. “Just that she likes me more than Jacob.”

You snort as you back away from the boy. You didn’t bother commenting back knowing that even he knew that statement wasn't true. Jacob was already the favorite uncle with how much your baby girl kicked whenever he was around. Everyone knew that, but you kept quiet so Sunwoo could have his moment. You were able to hear the chime of your keypad this time around as you heard more voices enter.

Sangyeon grabbed your hand, leading you into the family room where everyone was gathering. They all smiled and said hi, some giving your stomach light pats in a gesture to say hello to your unborn daughter. Just as you had expected, the moment Jacob patted your stomach the baby kicked making both you and Jacob laugh. Sangyeon gave out the assignments for everyone as they took off towards the nursery.

“Look at the fearless leader, leading the way to build a nursery.” You said softly.

Sangyeon grinned. “Who would’ve thought, huh?”

You heard commotion in the nursery as you sighed. “Oh boy.”

Sangyeon helped you over to the couch, turning on your favorite show as he pecked your forehead. “No more stress. Everything gets done before she gets here. I promise.”

You nod. “Just as long as they don’t break anything.”

Your husband laughed, kneeling down in front of you. “I’ll rough ‘em up if they do.”

A look was thrown Sangyeon’s way as he laughed at you, the both of you knowing he doesn’t have a single violent bone in his body when it comes to his members.

“Very funny.” You say softly.

Sangyeon grins. “I guess this is what we can expect while we’re expecting.”

You grinned. “Oh baby girl, you are in for a real treat when you arrive!”

[class-1b-bull]

What kind of Minecraft player would every 1b member be?Like if there was a Private UA server world and 20 computers with Minecraft on it,what would happen?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he likes to make hidden rooms and mini bases in other peoples areas in case he ever needs to stay the night there or smthn (hes never used a single one)

Sen - he has no food, no house and no tools but he is 20,000 blocks away from spawn looking for that one 'perfect spot' still (he aint gonna find it)

Kamakiri - hes homeless but is a god a pvp. He will walk into other ppls bases and they let him stay simply because they know he could beat their ass lmao

Kuroiro - he builds this massive gothic mansion in the middle of nowhere but when it comes to actual advancement hes stuck on iron

Kendo - she would be the richest on the server if it wernt for the fact that she keeps giving her dimonds to everyone around her.

Kodai - she has a cute little cottage in the middle of the woods where she lives with a few of the girls. She mostly builds automatic farms to improve their area

Komori - she shares an area with kodai. She builds everything and they all have the cutest cottage core vibes to it. She also has every kind of flower in the game all around their area :>

Shiozaki - she is the best at landscaping and making the nature look unique and intricate while also looking natural. But she cant build buildings to save her life.

Shishida - he probably stays close to spawn and makes the entire area safe and spawn proof so anyone who died and didn't set spawn doesn't have to worry about creepers and things like that. He provides them food and some basic armor too.

Shoda - he probably rarely logs on and when he does he simply talks with his friends while his character stands completely still slowly starving to death.

Pony - she either builds things from her favorite animes or she lives in a hole that she carved in the wall. She probably doesnt live in the girls base but shes extremely close to them.

Tsubaraba - dude has been killed by an armor stand. He doesn't know how he did it but he did it. Other than dying to everything you can possibly die from he likes to fill peoples bases with chickens.

Tetsutetsu - he got on the server and didnt get off until he beat the final boss of the game. After that he built his on mojo dojo casa house and started his farmer life

Tokage - she travels alot to constantly check in with what her class mates are doing. She doesnt have a set place she stays but she has multiple holes in the walls all around the map. Shes the only one who knows where everything is.

Manga - spends all of his time making banners and cool map art to randomly shove in other peoples houses. Hes homeless and poor though.

Honenuki - he spends most of his time wandering around and helping everyone else with whatever project they've been working on. He helps his classmates collect wood, mine, kill monsters whatever they rlly need help with ykyk?

Bondo - he picked a spot for his house and he refuses to leave. He stays in his area and farms, never exsplores and never mines... only farms (He also gives everyone food when they come by his area)

Monoma - he just went around killing peoples animals and blowing up their bases until he was banned lmao

Reiko - idk why but i think she would be amazing at pvp but other than killing her friends (in game) she doesn't log on often. She will spend time at the girls base and afk their auto farms for them though

Rin - hes the one that somehow is much farther in the game than everyone else but hes been playing the same ammount of time. Like everyone else is making a starter house while hes mining out the end for a mega base

Gif anime - The Apothecary Diaries

[eventinelysplayground]

This is another challenge entry. This one is for @kissmetwicekissmedeadly challenge sweet & spicy wintertime. I haven't really written smut before but I figured why not give it a shot. I picked the prompt gift wrapping distractions. I also managed to get everything from the bonus challenge in there, mainly because I misread it the first time and then it became a personal challenge. This is definitely NSFW or for minors, as for other warnings well it features Gilbert so he's kind of his own trigger warning. Also hope it's ok but I used the little banner on the challenge it was too cute not to.

Distractions

Emma shook out the soft and fluffy blanket and spread it out on the floor of Gilbert's room. She smoothed it out a bit while thinking about how It had quickly become her favorite one after moving to Obsidian. Once she was done with the blanket she left twice and quickly returned each time, once with a tray packed full of homemade cookies and hot cocoa and the second time arms full of colorful paper and knitted items. She knew Gilbert was busy with work tonight so she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to wrap up some Christmas gifts.

Gilbert finished his work early though and that's how he found her. Sitting cross legged on the blanket cookies and hot cocoa nearby while she hummed to herself carefully wrapping presents.

Gilbert: Little Rabbit I'm back.

Emma: Gilbert! I thought you'd be busy most of the night working?

Gilbert: I thought little rabbit would be lonely without me so I finished up quickly.

Gilbert walked over and sat down behind Emma on the blanket. As he began to study the wrapped gifts in front of her Emma reached for the plate of cookies and held them out to him.

Emma: Here Gilbert try some of these they're cookies I only make at Christmas time.

Gilbert studied the cookies, one looked like just a regular cookie. The other was round and covered in white sugar.

Gilbert: Is this a snowball?

Emma: That's right! This one is similar to a regular cookie but I use eggnog instead of milk. I think you'll like the snowballs they're really sweet.

Gilbert popped the cookies into his mouth one after the other.

Gilbert: You're right I do like those the best. The other ones are good too though, you made them after all.

A faint blush creeped onto Emma's cheeks.

Gilbert: I'm not really interested in the cookies though.

Gilbert grabbed the first wrapped gift he could reach and turned it over in his hand.

Emma: They aren't much just little things I made for you and Walter and Roderich.

Gilbert: You made gifts for other men?

Emma: Well I didn't have a choice, you won't let me go into town and buy anything so I had to make them. I can't not have anything to give for Christmas after all, especially for you Gilbert.

Gilbert: I see, so who's is this then?

Emma: That's for Roderich, I knitted him a pair of warm gloves. And that one over there is yours. I haven't wrapped Walter's sweater yet, it has a snowflake on it.

Gilbert picked up the present Emma had indicated was his and placed it to the side, then with a smile on his face he unwrapped the pair of gloves.

Emma: Gilbert I just finished wrapping those!

Gilbert: I don't like the idea of you giving gifts to anyone but me little rabbit.

Gilbert grabbed Emma's chin and held it firmly in his fingers staring into her eyes. After a moment a mischievous grin crossed his face.

Gilbert: I'm in a good mood today though so I'll allow it this time. On one condition.

Emma: What is it?

Gilbert: You have to wrap them up, if you can do that then they can have the presents.

Emma: So I just have to wrap them?

Gilbert: It's simple isn't it? I'm sure you can do it.

Emma had an uneasy feeling about the way Gilbert's eye was sparkling but she decided to just push it aside for the moment and not waste the opportunity and set about cutting some more colorful paper. Just as she had finished cutting the paper that's when she felt them, Gilbert's soft lips on her neck.

Emma: Gilbert what are you…

Gilbert: You're supposed to be wrapping little rabbit, don't let me distract you.

Gilbert planted another kiss to Emma's neck and then another. Emma shook her head in an attempt to refocus. She laid the gloves down on the paper, at the same time Gilbert undid the top buttons of her blouse.

Slipping his fingers under the fabric he slowly and gently ran them over her nipples causing them to harden. As his fingers continued to slowly roam over her breasts Gilbert's lips trailed over Emma's ear and down her neck where he lingered planting the most delicate kisses possible.

Gilbert’s fingers stopped their movement long enough to undo Emma's corset and remove it along with her blouse. Once removed Gilbert wrapped an arm around her waist while slowly running his free hand all over her. He slowly traced the curves of her hips, her waist and then slowly back up to her breasts all the time still planting soft kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Emma: Gilbert…

Gilbert said nothing to Emma instead he gently cupped her breasts stroking her hardened nipples with his fingertips.Emma squirmed under him, her body aching for Gilbert's familiar rough touch but instead only receiving light and gentle ones.

Gilbert: If you keep getting distracted we'll be here all night. Keep wrapping little rabbit.

Gilbert whispered the words huskily in Emma's ear and she let out a soft whimper. She slowly reached out for the red ribbon when she felt Gilbert's hand traveling lower.

Gilbert shifted her skirt and slowly ran his hand down her thigh and between them, her hand stopping it's movement and hips bucking up towards him. Gilbert's hand however was perfectly content to slowly wander between her legs never going where she craved it most.

Emma swallowed hard and reached again for the red ribbon determined to not let Gilbert win. She managed through labored breaths to wrap the gloves again although it took three times as long as it should have and it looked a mess. All the while Gilbert continued to slowly and gently caress her breasts and between her thighs, that mischievous grin on his face the whole time. When she reached out for the Sweater Gilbert took it as a sign.

Gilbert's fingers finally touched her right where she had been craving this whole time and Emma jolted. The touch was almost feather light and Emma let out a small moan.

Gilbert: Just one present left little rabbit, surely you can do it can't you?

Gilbert's fingers again passed lightly right over her clit as if to accentuate his words.

Emma: Gilbert.

Answering to her moaning his name, Gilbert moved his fingers downwards slowly stroking them along her slick opening before slowly tracing back up it and out to her thighs again. The brief moment was not enough and Emma clenched and rubbed her legs together desperate for any type of friction.

She groaned in frustration and Gilbert let out a small laugh. Emma managed to cut the paper to size and place the sweater while Gilberts hands continued to roam over her body. She was growing more and more desperate for him and his normal touch. She decided to hurry through the rest of the wrapping but Gilbert wouldn't let it be that easy. Just as she had gathered the ribbon to tie up the sweater Gilbert's fingers slipped inside her now soaking wet opening and she gasped.

Gilbert's fingers stayed absolutely still and when Emma tried to move her hips Gilbert grabbed her firmly and held her in place with his free hand.

Emma: Why?

Emma's voice was barely a whimper as she turned her head to the side. Gilbert only smiled at her.

Gilbert: Is something the matter little rabbit?

Emma: You know exactly what's the matter.

Gilbert: I'm not a mind reader.

Gilbert moved his fingers that were still inside Emma ever so slightly and she gasped.

Gilbert: You're so close to being done and so wet, I would hurry up if I were you.

Emma: Then you'll give me what I want?

Gilbert: That depends, what is it that you want?

Emma: I want you Gil.

Gilbert: You have me already.

Emma: Gil…

Gilbert: Tell me what you want little rabbit.

Gilbert emphasized his point with a bite to Emma's lower lip and her whole body shuddered.

Emma: I want you to take me Gil. I want you to make me feel good like only you can.

Gilbert: Aren't I making you feel good now?

Emma: Yes but…

Gilbert: But what?

Emma: You're normally much more... rough with me and that's what I crave now.

Emma was blushing from her toes to her ears and Gilbert's smile widened. She hadn't wanted to let him win but she couldn't take it any more.

Gilbert: All right little rabbit once you finish wrapping that present I promise to take all of you as hard and fast as you're craving it.

Gilbert thrust his fingers deep inside Emma once before quickly taking them out. The shock left Emma momentarily stunned but she quickly recovered and hastily finished wrapping the sweater. By the time she had finished and turned to face Gilbert he had his shirt undone and pants partially down and Emma practically leapt into his lap.

Gilbert grabbed her by the hips and forcefully pulled her closer to him. As Emma removed his shirt his mouth traveled down her neck nipping as he went and Emmas head fell back as she moaned. Gilbert's hands moved from her hips up to her breasts squeezing them. His warms lips traveled down to one breast then landed on her nipple sucking hard.

Emma: Oh Gil…

Gilberts teeth tugged on her nipple before releasing it only to move onto the other and do the same. Emma could feel his cock twitching beneath her every time she moaned. She didn't want to wait any longer; she wanted him inside her.

Emma raked her fingernails up Gilbert's back and he let out a groan of pleasure before kissing her, his lips fierce and hungry. She grabbed onto Gilbert's shoulders for balance and then lifted her hips up to position herself. As soon as she felt Gilbert's hard cock slide into her she let out a cry of pleasure. Emma moved herself quickly and deeply up and down Gilbert's length, her pleasure only intensifying from the way Gilbert so expertly moved his hands and mouth over the rest of her giving her the sweet pleasure pain she craved everywhere they went. Her breathing grew more raged and her pace picked up as she felt her climax within reach. Gilbert sensed it too and he kissed her left breast before sucking on it hard.

Emma: Oh Gil…yes.

Emma's pace became erratic as the climax came over her until she no longer had the will or energy to move and she collapsed against Gilbert's chest. Gilbert stroked her hair then whispered in her ear.

Gilbert: That's not enough for me.

Suddenly the room spun and Emma was lying on her back on the blanket. Gilbert finished removing his pants then climbed on top of Emma planting kisses on every inch of her he could reach. He captured her mouth in a demanding kiss while his hand slid down between her legs and began stroking hard. Emma writhed and tried to close her legs, the sensation too much for her after hitting her peak but Gilbert wouldn't let her. He suddenly broke their kiss and forcefully thrust into her making Emma let out a yelp.

Gilbert's mercy was spent and he kept thrusting into her hard and deep. Emma didn't mind though she knew exactly the type of man she'd fallen in love with and she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss.

Hours later Emma lay in Gilbert's arms satisfied and sore.

Gilbert: By the way little rabbit, this scarf looks a bit too big for me don't you think.

Emma: That's because I made it so we could share it, wait when did you open that? Now you've ruined the surprise!

Gilbert: Hehehe I see so you were thinking of a gift to keep me tied to you?

Emma: Well not exactly, I just wanted to be close to you.

Gilbert ran his thumb over the scarf then turned to Emma and smiled.

Gilbert: You know half the fun is opening the gifts. You're going to have to wrap it again, I'll even help you.

Emma reached over and snatched the scarf away from Gilbert.

Emma: No thank you, I do a much better job without any distractions!

Gilbert grinned at Emma mischievously before popping a cookie into his mouth.

[nellie7sstuff]

Is it alright that you could do like being tony stark twin brother and bruce banner liking tony's brother. And clint and natasha found out and stared teasing bruce, they also push bruce to ask out male reader which work out well (bruce and reader kept a secret from tony). But bird brain dude accidentally reveal bit of the secret which nat smack clint's head from behind and tony asking from more information. Tony's is not mad but mad about them for keeping it a secret.

Also your free to use these line when your writing it:

Tony💲: Has anyone seen my brother?

Clint🎯: *Busy cleaning his arrows* Yea I did, there having a dinner date.

Tony💲: Oh ok cool....wAiT wHaT!?

Natasha: *Who hears the conversaytion* * whispers* clint you idiot. *smacks clints head from the back*

Tony💲: Clint Barton tell me everything you know including you Natasha Romanoff.

---Later---

Bruce and reader comes home at 9:00

Tony💲: *swich on the lights* Sooo how was your very late date?

Fluff cute and funny please

Thank you very much

-anon🦊

bruce banner x male reader

hii thx for the request!!

[an: js cute happy fluff and maybe a smidge of angst??]

"Hey Bruce, how's it going?" you asked as you walked into the lab. Bruce looked up from his project, eyes darting up to meet your own.

"Hi, uh, Tony's out with Pepper right now so.."

"Oh that's fine, I actually just came to see you," you replied with a smile. Bruce adored your smile. He adored everything about you, actually. But especially your smile. He loved the way it was always genuine. He wasn't very good with people and didn't usually like being around them for very long, but you somehow always made his day better whenever you came around, as aposed to more overwhelming. What was overwhelming however was the fact that he had romantic feelings for you. And what made that even worse was the fact that you were his best friends twin brother. He could tell you two apart, you weren't exactly identical. You also behaved quite differently. You were more open and gentle with people whereas Tony was cocky and egotistical. You were very smart though, much like your twin. You often helped Bruce and Tony with their projects and they greatly appreciated it each time.

"I was just wondering if you are going to be at the party later?" you asked. "Party?" he questioned. "What party?"

"The one my brother's hosting tonight, here," you explained to him. "Oh, I mean I have a lot to get done so-"

"Aw man," you said, accidentally cutting him off. "I was hoping you'd come so I'd have someone to talk to." you said with a disappointed tone. "I mean, I could always finish this another time," Bruce expressed. "Oh, okay so I'll see you there then?" you asked hopefully. "Yeah, I'll be there, (y/n)," Bruce responded.

While at a party later that day, Tony was busy entertaining his guests which left you and Bruce to yourselves. "So," you started. "How's your project going?"

"It's good, you know..its- yeah," Bruce replied awkwardly.

"Good. What are you making?"

"It's a part of Tony's suit actually, yeah it's manly just going to help with versatility and all that stuff.." he began to trail off.

"Cool, let me know if you need any help!" You exclaimed. "Yeah, will-do," he said. You inhaled before saying, "Well, I'm gonna go grab a drink, you want anything?"

"No, thanks (y/n)," Bruce replied.

"Alright then, see you later," you said before walking over to the bar and grabbing a drink.

"Wow, it actually makes me sad to see you like this," a voice appeared behind Bruce which caused him to jump a little. He turned to see Natasha looking at him smugly with her arms folded. Clint stood beside her, looking like he was holding in a laugh. "What?" Bruce asked, confused as to why she would say that. "I mean, it's so obvious that you like him, you look like a lost puppy right now," she explained. "You should ask him out, you guys would look really cute together," she said. Natasha left Bruce to think about her idea to go join you at the bar, making small talk as the bartender made your drinks. "You really should, dude," Clint said. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, he's always seemed pretty into you too, maybe you're the only one who just can't see it."

The next day, Bruce had made a decision. After training that morning he walked up to you. "Hey, (y/n)? I- you know, I was wondering if you would wanna grab dinner tonight, or at some point in the near future, or just not at all if you don't want to or-"

"Bruce, I would love to grab dinner, tonight," you replied, smiling.

"Hey, where's (y/n)? And Bruce, for that matter?" Tony asked as he walked into the weaponry room where he was told he could find Natasha and Clint. Everyone else had there own thing going on, so JARVIS directed him to their location in the building. "Oh they're.." Natasha started, not really sure how to answer. "Out on a dinner date," Clint said, taking the liberty of finishing her sentence for her. He wasnt really paying much attention to who asked the question since he was busy cleaning his arrows. Natasha smacked him on the back of his head. "Why would you tell him that?" she asked, clearly annoyed. "Why wasn't I informed of this, what do you two know about this?" Tony pressed. "I don't want to be a part of this anymore," Natasha said while leaving the room.

The dinner went very well, they went to a quiet restaurant as to not attract too much attention. They decided to just keep thinks low-key(haha) for now since they weren't sure how Tony would react, but the had fun nonetheless. Later, they arrived back at the compound, only to find it completely dark. You reached for the switch to turn the lights back on, and once they were back on you saw your brother sitting sassily in the living room chair. You were too tired to deal with him right now, so you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Did you kids have fun?" He joked.

"Tony, I'm so sorry I-" Bruce started.

"For what? I've never seen (y/n) this happy." He looked passed Bruce to see you grabbing a glass of water in the kitchen, smiling and dancing slightly. He's happy, I'm happy, Bruce."

"Thanks Tony," Bruce said, looking back and smiling at you.

[feiiizhu]

Temp Verses post for the time being;;

:x: verse 001;; || Misc/Undecided - Verses catchall. Not sure where to put something or just rather default if nothing is specific about a thread. Mainly for threads taking place post book 4 / post comics~! ㅤㅤ

:x: verse 002;; || Book 3 shenanigans (just before and during) ㅤㅤ

:x: verse 003;; || Time skip and Book 4 shenanigans ㅤㅤ

:x: verse 004;; || Master with tattoos or Opal knows how to bend soundwaves and infrasound ㅤ

:x: verse 005;; || Childhood well before Book 3 (I hate how rude they made little Opal in RoTE. She was such a sweet character, how could she be so mean as a child??? nah. Mine is not like that. She tries to befriend and be sisters with Kuvira. but most likely Kuvira would try and push her away) Since there's not a lot of resources of child Opal, I'm going to use an icon banner for those threads.

:x: verse 006;; || I had this idea last time I had my blog, so I'm gonna add it again. Opal is an Equalist in book 1. She lives in Republic City with Lin, and leads a double life. Villain arc! ㅤㅤ

:x: verse 007;; || But irl verse, Opal's fc is Maki.Horikita. (I could change if anyone else has ideas? but I've used Maki for years and I'm pretty partial to her tbh she's so cute omg) and Juicy is a small pug with sinus problems. He's still a dork and snotty, but a little derpy pug! ㅤㅤ

:x: verse 008;; || Live-action verse, still using Maki, but all the other avatar stuff remains the same! Since I don't have a lot of icons of Maki anymore, I'm going to use an icon banner for those threads.

:x: verse 009;; || ATLA verse;; Opal lives in BaSingSe, no relation to the Beifongs. I will give her some NPC family members, but they live in the upper ring in a lavish household. She is a non-bender.

:x: verse 010;; || How.to.Train.Your.Dragon verse with @dragetunge, Opal has a Buffa.lord dragon instead of a sky bison. Still named Juicy and still has sinus problems.

:x: verse 011;; || Kyoshi Warrior;; Opal is a Kyoshi warrior (atla or lok- doesn't become an airbender) I did a drawing myself of kyoshi warrior opal, and will use that for my icon banner.

Updates;; Mar. 15th - Deleted original verse 4 (for post-b4/comics. moved to verse 1 as my default) - verse 4 is now my Master verse.

[kyogre-blue]

3.6 is about done, so here are the end results: 

On my main, I went from 20 pity to 65 pity to get C0 Kaveh. I have 240 rolls left, plus about 6K primos. Nothing notable, though I did manage to finish book farming and getting everyone to x/8/8 talents. 

My goal is both Eula and Klee in 3.8, after which I’ll really only be looking for new Mondstadt characters, Gorou cons, and maybe some weapons. I guess I might consider C2 Albedo at a stretch. Other Mondstadt 5 star cons are, how to say, not really appealing to me. 

On my alt... oh boy. 

I decided to see how close I could get to C2 Baizhu. There’s no specific reason except that saving is boring, I need a stock of stardust, and I think it’s very funny that he starts proccing his skill from off-field. I keep forgetting to switch to him, so hey, it would be convenient. 

Anyway, I’m going to pass on Alhaitham in 3.7, and 3.8 probably won’t have any men, so why not. 

I got: 

Diluc (good) at 76 rolls

Baizhu C0 at 78 rolls

Jean (useless) at 76 rolls

Baizhu C1 at 5 rolls

Keqing (useless) at 77 rolls. 

currently at 13 rolls into a guarantee

C4 Kaveh

C2 Candace

Unrelated: Standard banner Qiqi (very good) 

And. 12. Goddamn. Copies. Of. Fischl. 

4.0 is being sus leaked to have Childe, so that will be my next goal. With a bow, I will be unstoppable. (He’ll be largely useless otherwise, so he’s gonna get a Noblesse+Fav support build lmao)

Conveniently, my rolling priority now is Childe (bow) > Zhongli (survivability if needed, can phys dps, spare me from geo traveler) > Ayato (super flexible combat option) > Xiao (cute, anemo option, cool skill) > Itto (cow) > Thoma (burgeon) > Alhaitham (skill teleport I guess)

(if anyone wonders why Qiqi and Xiao are on the lists, it’s because I made a special exception for Qiqi as Baizhu’s ward. It wouldn’t be fair to separate them! I need a second healer And then I thought that we might as well bring Xiao too, though it’s largely because I ended up never really using him on my main and I want to.) 

Thoma had been way higher before this patch, but I have Diluc for most pyro related things, and I remember from my main how hard it is to use Thoma’s shield and how bad his energy needs get at C0. He’s also a 4 star, so getting him at all might become an entire fiasco, to say nothing of cons. And of course, doing the pyro cube without Ayato is just not happening. 

Alhaitham, Itto and Xiao are all in roughly the same category of having little to their kit aside from on field DPSing, which is not really useful since they also really want specific supports that my alt won’t have. Alhaitham ranks lower than the other two because I already have two dendro men, Kaveh can do a knockoff version of the same DPS role, and his boss is super annoying to fight. 

3.7 has been remarked by everyone as looking super dry, but I will now have so much to farm on my alt... Kaveh artifacts, Kaveh Fav weapon mats, Qiqi artifacts, both their boss mats to max ascend... maybe even talent books if I’m feeling spicy, since they don’t use Mond book hell and Qiqi even uses Andrius, an accessible weekly boss. 

[cricutmaker01]

Easter Projects With Cricut to Make Delightful Creations

Hey, avid crafters? Are you looking for the best Easter projects with Cricut? Look no further but this write-up. In this blog post, I am covering the 6 best Cricut projects that you can make with every model of Cricut projects.

Easter is my favorite holiday, and it is just around the corner. But do you know what has brought my crafters here? Well, this is nothing but a long list of ideas that I have made over the years, and I am still creating more. Besides, I have recently been working on my DIY projects for the upcoming Easter festival.

So, are you ready to elevate Easter this year? If so, let’s dive into this blog and start your crafting journey together.

1. T-shirts

A festival without wearing new clothes seems incomplete. Do you know what you wore on Easter day? Well, I was wearing a personalized T-shirt that I had created myself. Creating this shirt was fun, and you can make it in no time, as you can see in the picture above. That was for my daughter, which I created recently.

I wish I could show you the T-shirt I wore last year at the Easter festival. But anyway, my purpose was to show you some of the best Easter projects with Cricut that you can make hassle-free.

2. Wooden Signs

I can’t imagine any Easter celebration without a Happy Easter sign. The iron-on vinyl I used in this sign worked perfectly fine; however, when I placed it on the wooden pieces. Look at those circular wooden pieces; they are perfect in shape and precisely cut.

To make it more beautiful, I added some leaves, which give it a naturalistic feel. So, start trying it and spreading the positive vibes of Easter this year.

3. 3D Bunny

Isn’t this 3D Bunny cute? It’s one of my favorite Easter projects with Cricut, and anyone would want to create it. I made this using cardstock; the machine I used was a Cricut Maker 3. This trusty Maker 3 model is one of the best in terms of precise cuts and provides top-notch quality that everyone wants.

Today, it is time to spread the spark of Easter with this cute project. Give it a thought!

4. Table Runner

On Easter, we gather with all our family and relatives. And this day is incomplete without spending time at dinner together. Hence, I wanted to decorate my dining table. So, I made this table runner and added a picture of a rabbit made with soft fabric.

Yes, you might wonder whether your Cricut can cut the fabric. But with the Cricut Maker series, you can easily create it. I created this one for myself; now it’s your turn!

5. Hopping Easter Bouquet

Get started with your Cricut and create something amazing for the Easter festival this year. The Easter projects with Cricut are a breeze if you have a creative mind. You can bring your imagination to reality in no time. All you need is Cricut and its supplies.

With the easy-to-use Cricut Design Space, you can create the design you want. However, this design is available for free on the app, and you can access it anytime you want. Just upload it to your app and give it a try!

6. Bunny Banner

Try this cutie bunny banner if you are looking for Easter projects with Cricut. This cute banner can add an Easter flair to your house. Do you know what sort of material I used in it?

The material I used in this bunny banner is felt. The only thing I don’t like about felt is that it sticks so much to my cutting mat. Yet, I love to make projects out of it because it is softer and gives a good feeling, especially when used for an Easter project.

FAQs

Question 1: Which Cricut machine should I use to make Easter projects?

Answer: To make Easter Cricut projects, you can use Cricut Explore Air 2. Although you can use many of the latest Cricut models, you can easily create such projects with the oldest machine in Cricut’s lineup, the Explore family. In addition, the quality you will get on this machine will be enough for you, so you can use this model if you have a little tight budget.

Question 2: What Easter Cricut projects should I try in 2024?

Answer: With Cricut, the possibilities of making projects are needless, and hence, you can really make amazing decorative items, including gifts. Below is the list of projects you must try this year on Easter:

Easter Bunny

Felt Banner

Treat Box

Easter Cards

Vases

Shirt

Wood Bunny Sign

Question 3: What supplies do I need to make Cricut Easter projects?

Answer: With different projects, the supply needs may vary. For example, if you want to make Easter cards, then you can use the following supplies or tools:

Cricut Joy cutting machine

Hoppy Easter Card Art

Cricut Joy Card Mat

Floral Egg Card Art

Starter Tool Set

Cricut Joy Insert Cards

Cricut Weeding Tool

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I feel like they have protocols for every iteration of this scenario. Like if it's Jon and Jay getting dishonored Damian unleashes hell. If it's Jon and Damian getting insulted Jay will verbally obliterate the offending party to a degree that both his boyfriends find terrifying and a little hot. (I'm of the firm belief that if you give Jay a reason there is nobody he can't drive to tears. He makes a minimum of two cops cry every time he gets arrested. He has a silver tongue and he will gut you with it).

The fun thing is that when Jay and Dami get insulted, not only does Jon Literally Always Know because he's got superhearing constantly honed on their heartbeats (Jay and Damian are weird enough to find it cute), but he will proceed, every time without fail, to enact some version of the following scenario:

A) Kryptonian vocal chords are Fucking Weird, enough that it is no trouble at all for it to be Jon's fault this asshole is jumpscared by the sound of something big and mean and MAD growling in that alleyway/behind that bus stop/any first five minutes of a horror movie appropriate place.

B) if said asshole does not bolt, they get out a few 'shit did you hear that-' until they're once again jumpscared by Jon, who was not behind them two seconds ago, saying "hear what?"

C) Jon then looks to his boyfriends and frowns. "Are you bothering my boyfriends?"

D) if asshole tries to go on insult spiel at the question they are cut off by another growl. Their animal hindbrain is fully convinced there is something big and mad and mean and it is going to fucking eat them and they can't see it.

E) next round of "did you hear that what the fuck"

F) Jon then blinks his big, innocent blue eyes at them and says "I didn't hear anything."

G) "It was- it was just-" a hand lands on their shoulder. This stranger uncurls from a slouch they didn't see and suddenly he's very tall and very broad and he is smiling with a lot of teeth and human canines aren't that sharp are they-

H) "You should probably go home if you're hearing things. My boyfriends and I can walk you."

I) if asshole opens their mouth to go on a tirade of insults Jon's grip is suddenly very very tight. They can feel their bones creaking. That's not normal, is it?

J) "After all," Jon continues. "We wouldn't want you to say something else you'll regret."

K) asshole makes excuses about being able to walk themselves. Jon does the aw-shucks 'are you sure?' He drags this back and forth out until he's satisfied with their level of fear. Some of them look at Jay and Dami before they try to say something they'll regret. Those ones get to make the connection between the black haired stranger who's grip they can't break out of, it's like struggling in a bear trap, and the low, furious growl that they can hear behind them only when they look away from the stranger with a smile that's a little too wide and teeth that are a little too sharp.

Either way Jon always manages to extract a promise that they'll never go out saying shit like that again. They have yet to have to use that routine on the same person twice. Various parental and sibling figures have witnessed Jon's method of choice for homophobes. Sara Nakamura finds her son's two pack of Scary Dog Privilege delightful and reassuring and is probably the least concerned parent the trio has. Clark thinks that if someone was truly dedicated to causing problems they could argue that this is Jon using his powers for evil but Clark also thinks 90% of his coworkers fall beneath the banner of at least one pride flag and one of them is Wonder Woman so anyone that dedicated to being an asshole would have to go through her and Lois combined before they got the chance to go through him to get to Jon so he's not worried. Lois thinks it's hilarious and delightful. Bruce refuses to express a concrete opinion but cannot quite resist the quirk of his lips every time he hears about it happening, and all of Bruce's kids are absolutely delighted by the prospect of homophobes having to deal with a mildly unhinged half Kryptonian.

*Jay and Jonathan are talking outside in a park*

*some random homophobic man pushing past them*: get out of the way! (*calls them slurs*)

Jay rolling up his sleeves: Hey ya coward get back here!

Jonathan panicking: uh-! Wait!

The homophobic man turning around and expecting a fight he could win: what? *said sarcastically*

Jay: you forgot to say that to our OTHER boyfriend :3

Random man: wha-

*Damian son of Batman Wayne popping up with murderous intent behind the man*

*Jonathan and Jay watching the man scream*:

:3

[galmance]

steddie brainrot fic rec (vol. 1)

in no particular order, i have compiled my top 8 completed steddie fics...

i have endured the crippling brainrot of spiraling down with this ship so you can have the best of the best! the cream of the crop! for you my loves:

cool just doing nothing with you (anniebibananie) It's never easy, recovering from the trauma of a battle with the supernatural, but this time Steve has Eddie. And weed. Hopefully one of those two can help him sleep at least.

Whole Lotta Love (stereobone)

Steve scoffs. "I think if I was dating someone, Robin, I would be the first to know about it."

"Would you, though?" Robin says.

my name for you (kefisdemise)

a small look into the development of steve and eddie's relationship through conversation and situation. or, five times eddie uses a nickname (read: pet name) for steve, and one time steve uses one for eddie.

White walls come tumbling down (Thorinoakentwig)

“You know I think about two-thirds of Hawkins High would claw my actual eyes out to have the Steve Harrington as their soulmate.” Eddie says thoughtfully and then waggles his eyebrows.

Steve laughs. “Two-thirds? Seems awfully low.”

 (Or: Steve Harrington’s multi-year bisexual awakening, soulmate style)

you're the one (that i want) (wayferette)

Steve is a hopeless romantic with a notched belt of failed one-night stands and the idea that all of the girls in Hawkins are a waste of time. He's nearly ready to give up on love...until a doe-eyed boy Steve has never seen before walks into Family Video.

Or: Steve works at Family Video and Eddie shows up sometimes...but they keep running into each other

open up your lovin' arms (i want some, want some) (oaseas)

Dustin's concerned Steve's going to die alone. Steve's concerned Dustin won't ever understand the concept of boundaries. 

Or: Dustin attempts to save Steve's love-life.

there's a clock in my head (is it wrong? is it right?) (cloverspies)

(they're hiding out the night after everything happens. robin deals with feelings she knows she has. steve deals with feelings he doesn't understand)

Not So Bad (outofmygourd)

Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be.