#my head be going brrrr ideas with u

[hyunverse]

you’re so right hyunjin would 100% write you literally anything you like or would just come up w smth new whenever he felt like it. also would def just give you artwork he made for you 🥲. imagine him giving you little pieces of your fave animal or his fave pic of you guys together </////3 god id be in shambles. also i did not realize malaysia was that hot ?? i couldn’t do it i hateeeeee the heat. but then i also hate the cold. like i’ll literally be going to school in -20C weather where i live😭😭 it’s so awful. so spring and fall are 100% my times of the year like i’m always happiest at those times bc the weather is just normal

so true men are just men. i think we got lucky w our skz’s zodiacs. bc changbin is the only leo man that can exist okay 🙅🏻‍♀️ he is nothing like these average ass horrible leo men. he’s bias wrecking me so hard lately like he’s literally fighting w hyunjin rn for the spot. i can hear them bickering in the back of my head 😒😒

ALSO RIGHT i can’t help but baby him 💔💔 same w seungmin i just want to squish his cheeks 💔💔💔 manifesting seungmo forehead rn 🙏🏼. SO IMPRESSED W THE BOWLING BTW THATS AWESOMEEEE. i hope you had sm fun 😋 i’ll have to try it again soon and lyk. most likely i’ll be shit but it’s worth a try. my day was not the besttttt i’m rly stressed out and have a ton of crap going on but seeing ur response made my day ^_^. i saw it and blushed and squealed not even kidding. ur the sweetest you always put a smile on my face. i hope your day is good today :)) i think it’s like 6 am there rn which is so funny bc i’m about to eat dinner. like it’s cool to think we’re doing our opposite routines at the same time. does that even make sense ?? 😭 this is what i mean w the rambling i’m just 💔 LOL

alsoooooo i’m gonna reply to your other post here too and say i’m so glad you moved on from those pos’s. relationships suck and that’s why i read fanfics like yours to fill the void 🙏🏼. i’m jk i’ve also moved on but im a lover girl at heart so not being in a relationship is legit torture. like i just want to talk to someone and be loved and like go on dates 🙄 KISSES AND HUGS FOR U THO you deserve all of them bae <33

- 🐈‍⬛ (spammed again omg what is my PROBLEM ?? you bring out the talk in me and most ppl can’t do that <33 i can’t help it ur too kind)

hyun <3 painting u <3 with a fond smile in his face <3 they don’t make men like him anymore!

malaysia IS hot bae. . . it’s located at the equator </3 spring and fall seems so pretty, especially fall!! like dawggg i wanna be jumping on piles of fallen leaves too mane 😔🙏 dress up cute ‘n stuff. i will be showing up everywhere lookin like rory gilmore 💯 everytime i see an autumn grwm i gotta stop myself from kicking and throwing a tantrum cs i don’t live somewhere with the four seasons 🤸‍♀ -20°C weather is insane i would literally drown myself in boiling water 🧘‍♀

the thought of changjin bickering IS SO FUNNY like those two istg. . . love how hyunjin rejects every single one of changbin’s affections LMAO i always laugh at them. binnie in the samsung ad got the girlies going CRAZY LIKEEEEE. . .

i get the desire to be loved tbh. likeeee feeling loved is so nice but at the same time i feel like i have no mental span for a relationship anymore 💀 i am so busy during the times i am in campus so having a bf wud probably be disastrous for me.

u need to come bowling with me i Will defeat u 💯 LMFAOOO. or maybe you, too, will find out that ure actually a hidden bowling prodigy. u never know ykyk. also yeah timezones are so odd but it is somewhat painfully endearing. . . ? just two people doing opposite routines but still being able to be friends at the same. isnt that so cute omg. i’m sorry your day was crap my love, here i giv u minho pics to hopefully make ur day today better than yesterday’s!!

mwahmwah sending u my love sweetheart <3

[natriae]

Oh to make out with omi omi like it’s so messy and hot and surprisingly he love it too. Maybe one day u are having drinks and things get heated. OMGGG a roommate au fuckkkkk my mind goes burrrrrrrrrr

NO FRR needy omi makes me go brrrr

I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITTING THIS SOONER

WARNINGS: 17+, BONER ALERT!!, drinking

Friday nights with your roomate weren't unusual. The two of you often going to the fanciest bars in Tokyo with the best views. You'll have to thank the Volleyball Association for his hefty paycheck. The two of you didn't get to see each other often between you pursuing your master's degree, Kiyoomi traveling and his tough practice schedules. The most interaction you guys have had in the pass month was passing him in the hallways. Him always being half dead and you... well you weren't in the best shape as well.

So you decided that the last friday of the month was Omi and Y/N time. While you wanted to spend this time showing him how greatful you are he took you in, omi had the idea of going to "better" establishments. By better he means 3 star michelin restaurants... the ones you can't afford.

Yes, it was nice to see that his name allowed the two of you to experience these beautiful places, but as of lately these seemed more like dates rather than two roommates catching up. Not that your opposed to a date with Omi. Have you seen his body? But he's seen you at your worse. Crying to him at the bar in Ongiri Miya about how your getting evicted from your apartment and how your behind on loan payments. He's seen you sick and begging for him to get you toilet paper. If anything he probably takes you to these places to be his wing woman.

One too many drinks later, and the two of your are stumbling out of the restaurant to his luxurious car. Kiyoomi was much better at hiding his drunkenness than you where. The street lamps were just dim enough to hide the pink dusting his cheeks.

All of your weight pressed into his side while he attempted to keep you upright. "Y/N you need to work with me," the taller man grunts before decides to lift you up over his shoulder. "we need to go home," he breaths into the chill night air.

"whoa, big boy take me on a date first," you giggle into his back. Hitting one of his butt cheeks with the palm of your hand.

You're flipped back upright once you reach his car. He opens the back door and tosses you in. It takes a moment for your brain to register that he got in next to you. "why aren't you driving?" you question, laying your head on his shoulder.

"I'm drunk...gonna wait till I sober up a bit," he states closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Always so responsible. "Also we live together, and that was a date, so I wouldn't be in the wrong," he says sternly looking down at you.

Popping your head up you look at him with furrowed brows. "what do you mean that was a date?"

"Was it not?" He questions, more so to himself than to you. While Kiyoomi is lost in his own thoughts yours run wilding thinking of all the times the two of you have gone out like this. He never said any of these were dates...

You watch as Kiyoomi's adam's apple bobs in his throat. If his face wasn't flushed enough it's clear now. His ears bright red as he stutters out his next words. "d-did you not want this to be a date?"

Did he really think these were all dates? You attempt to look at him in the eyes, yet his fail to meet yours. His head remains looking at the window leaving you with only the view of his red ear. Memories flood your mind in attempt to find the word date leave his mouth during any of your plans. Yet all you can remember are the times Kiyoomi was left stressed he wouldn't have time to shower and change, how he spent an abnormally long time on his hair, or how he always would sneak his card to the waiter so he paid for your meal.

"Hey, look at me," you whisper, lightly moving his chin to face you. His pupils widen over his already dark eyes making them look like perfect tapioca pearls. "we're these all dates?" did you want these to all be dates? Kiyoomi nods his head slowly, and you drop your hand from his face. Unwanted touch was not the man's specialty, yet his hand drops to yours. Placing it back on his cheek, as he looks into your eyes.

"I didn't know how to ask you, and I definitely drank to much tonight," his face flushes more as he rubs your hand softly. "Miya told me to ask you tonight, but i was.."

"Kiyoomi you can say you were nervous," you whisper in the dark car inches from his face.

"never," he smirks. That's something you can tease him about tomorrow. You want nothing more then to kiss the stupidly handsome man. "didn't think you'd like me.. you know with my habits," he states barely loud enough to hear.

"how can I not, at least i know you don't have shit stains," you giggle, leaning closer, noses almost touching. He giggles with you, a sound you don't get to hear often. The deep breath he takes is almost enough of a distraction for you to miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips.

"Kiyoomi"

"huh" he responds on autopilot.

"do you wanna kiss me?" you ask, eyes widening like that of a doe.

"may I?" the gentleman in him asks. Not even a second later your leaning completely into him. Leaving a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes remain shut after you seperate. Your nose still touching his, a small smile escapes as you lean in to kiss him longer. His hand comes to rest on your neck to push you futher into him. You may have broken Kiyoomi.

He bites your lower lip as his hand leaves your neck to wrap around your body while his other hand grabs your thigh to help situate you on his lap. Both of your hands hold his face as you deepen the kiss. You can't help, but strattle him while your tongues explore each others mouths. It's mess and sloppy as saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. His large palms move under your dress to kneed your ass. Your not even sure this is your Kiyoomi with the way his hand slaps, strach that, spikes your ass. Kneading the flesh before repeating the action. Your left unbuttoning his shirt as he begins to trail kisses down your neck. His hands go to waist to push your heat to his hard on.

They were right, it's always the quiet ones.

Your hands tangle in his hair as your left grinding onto him. At this point your dress is bunched up around your waist, allowing Kiyoomi's hands to play with the string of your thong.

Kiyoomi's deep breaths lead you on as you kiss down his neck. "y/n, y/n, not here," he breathlessly rasps. He hears your whine as you grind a little harder into him. He laughs before bringing your face to look at him. His hairs a mess, shirt halfway unbottoned, and his breathless. What god do you have to thank for this sight.

[cavefairy]

late night sappy thoughts again but like. id like to hug all of my moots. i love you guys sososo much you have no idea. like. erm. explodes.

i didnt make friends easily growing up. undiagnosed autism go brrrr. but being on tumblr (even tho its been what. just under two years ?? wild) has been awesome. ive met a lot of people i consider close enough to be called friends. some of you are the best friends ive ever had, and ive said so. a lot. but like. this is for the ones of you i never talk to. this is for those of you that are in my notifs all the time and arent moots yet. this is for you guys that i talked to once or twice and we havent talked since. this is for the people that talk to me and i forget to respond so we dont talk again (im sorry. btw.)

anyways yall can kill me off now i just needed to get that out. hugging yall and kissing u on ur sillie lil heads (or if ur uncomfy w that a nice crisp high five for ya)

goodnight tumblr

[queenlilithprime]

NSFW Alphabet - Lilith Obergene

For the curious ones... (Reminder: Lilith is a self-insert but also not a 1-to-1 me. My friends can ship Lily with their charas but if we aren't friends please ask first!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Extremely attentive, will get water, snacks, will clean their partner off… turn on a movie, give lots of affection and cuddling afterwards. They’ll always make sure to help their lover wind down especially after rough sessions.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On their body? Probably their tits, thighs, or ass, but if you want a real answer, their eyes. On your body? Hands, neck, thighs… ass...

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Doesn’t have much of a taste but it takes forever to get Lilith to climax!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a secret dacryphilia kink, likes the idea of their lover just absolutely ravaging them and making them unable to think.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

In most canons they are extremely experienced! In some however, like in the Camp Willowpeak universe, they are a virgin.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press, up against a wall… basically just fuckin wreck them <33

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pretty serious! Can be lighthearted in some moments but does take sex more seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

90% of the time they’re fully shaved, the other 10% they have a heart patch.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Most of the time that they have sex it’s not super intimate but Lily can be very romantic with someone that they have a relationship with.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Very often… almost too often…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sadism, Masochism, Bondage, BDSM, Breeding, Hair-pulling, Dacryphilia, Edging, Overstim, Begging (Especially being made to beg), Biting, Lingerie, Praise and Degradation, Playfighting, Oral, Facesitting, Choking, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Cock-warming, Rough Sex, Spanking, Shibari, Collaring, Cream-pies… you get the idea

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed, Shower, Bent over a table, pretty much anywhere you can fuck them

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sensual touches, affectionate words, showing sexual interest in them will definitely rev their engine

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age-play! Gross-out Kinks! No Daddy kinks! Mommy kinks are fine. Nothing Anal </3 will peg partners but otherwise its a no-no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

oral fixation go brrrr, prefers eating pussy over sucking dick but will absolutely give their penis-having partner head, and might make them lose their mind a lil, they’re good. Albeit if a little shy to be on the receiving end

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Tries to start out slow but once they get into the pleasure of it will want more and more until it’s a pretty steadily quick pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Likes them! Loves to take their time with partners but also enjoys the risk of being caught.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Most things are cool with them, outside of their no-no list they’ll try pretty much anything at least once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Human: 13 hours Succubus: Infinite Vampire: 27 hours

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Any toy you can think of, they have. Tons of dildos, tons of vibrators, lots of bondage gear.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

1000000000% loves teasing on either end

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Soft breathy whimpers and moans, pretty quiet. Gets really flustered by dirty talk.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Can be the most sadistic dom you’ve ever met or the most pathetic whiny sub ever.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

J-Cup tits, bigger ass, large thighs, small waist… Even when they aren’t a succubus in some worlds they still look like one lol

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hypersexual

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

They stay awake long enough to get to the cuddles portion of aftercare. They’ll try to stay up if there’s a movie but will pass out shortly after.

[newty]

thinking abt (the great) war and disability and dion again.

was reading US surgeon-general/american red cross magazine called "carry on," which was published about and for the war disabled and esp ppl with new amputations. its view is p typical: a man doesnt need to be pitied or given money or he'll become wretched and depressed and a social parasite, so we're going to assure u that u can do all kinds of work, make ur own money, and do everything a normal man can do w some work arounds.

meanwhile hostels like st dunstan's for newly blind ppl chartered rehab programs thru donations by making stock appeals abt sacrifice, bravery, and the terror + misery of losing smth you thought was indelible to ur life once. and these two examples typify a lot of the attitudes that sassoon sums up in 'does it matter?' which, btw, im still pissed that the sass biopic didnt use at the end so that it could quote wilfred owen's 'disabled' instead??? in the end, both of their poetry still has a root in the fear of disability occuring to themselves that i think is more evident than in some fiction writers

jeno heltai's aviator w one arm had everything wrong w his head via hallucinations, alcoholism, distorted sense of time and value, that it was fairly easy to forget that karmel depicted a figure that was frightening to others bc of his amputation + not solely his mental condition. ernst weiss almost does the same thing in his short story abt the man who loses himself in rage and blame after he gets invalidated home bc his genitals got lobbed off in the war. the chara describes how he feels and looks feminized for a bit, and then it kind of gets lost in him ranting abt cows and rocks and killing his wife.

and like, if we take a step back from the stories, theyve created a character made more frightening by their physical disabilities, visible and not, which kind of makes them more and less of people at the same time. they escape the matyr figure and become psychological studies. i want to read more.

i think of how the US economy expected men to return capable of the same work they were doing before (or more), and how, like in larry barretto's writing, they didnt account for how many would be mentally and physically unable to do it. modeled after germany, disabled men were then shuffled through work programs modeled to give them independence through undervalued labor like on farms, which must have exacerbated all kinds of economic class things re: those who had to take care of themselves vs those who had family who could do it for them

anyway. i think back to this again bc i find that when i think of dion, i project this interest on him. ofc i have my right arm amputee dion, but i find myself thinking how any challenge to his relationship w his body, what parts he he has autonomy over, and so on make my brain brrrr. he has nothing of the societal vulnerability of the normal soldier, tho, but his temperament and the jist of the curse, bahamut, and his wider duty attract me to the idea

what if the boom after origin had damaged his hearing, or if he starts to betray symptoms of a concussion? how does he write when the curse stiffness his wrist, does the flying and jumping do anything to his lungs or balance, and do any of his medicines nauseate him? if his foot was twisted or his hip was weak, would he allow himself to walk less or until he couldnt? what narrative would he buy into abt his worth, purpose, and responsibility? i wanna see all kinds of dions

[sugugasm]

# SAY IT AGAIN ! - geto suguru

✩༄ geto discovers his daddy kink & completely bottoms out.

• content warning - f! reader, fem! reader, daddy kink, dom! geto, switch!reader, pussywhipped! geto LOL, little bit of subby geto at the end cause i don’t see it enough </3, praise, cowgirl, missionary, breeding kink go brrrr, use of pet names.

• a/n - yayy my first piece of work has finally made it to tumblr !!! after months of procrastinating, ive finally finished this :) i hope u enjoy, reblogs & feedback are gladly appreciated <333

the position he had you in was vile.

your knees pressed against your bare chest as he drilled into you at a gentle, yet nasty pace where there was nothing you could do but take it. your mouth was held agape as whimpers and small noises escaped from your lips — a heavenly symphony that geto suguru would do anything to hear.

“s-suguru, fuck — i cant—“

the mix of pleasure and pain consumed you. it was like he didn’t hear you at all and for some reason you didn’t want him to — the motion of hips should’ve been classified as a spell cause you were damn sure dickmatized.

“c’mon baby, i know you can take it. please— for me — fuck!”

geto was in awe of your fucked out expression — your head was thrown back and your eyebrows were furrowed, just letting him have his way with you. you looked so pretty — so happy. he was already struggling not to bust from your hold on him alone -- you just felt so good. every time the two of you fucked he found himself getting lost inside of you.

you were like a drug that he couldn’t stay away from.

your eyes wandered from his face down to his lower half, but stopped once they met the space between the two of you. he dropped his head down to meet your gaze. he didn’t think he could get any more aroused than he already was but you proved him wrong — the pudge of your stomach now had a bulge. you could clearly see his length moving in and out of you. a white ring coated his cock as you came from the visual.

there was nothing geto could do but shake his head in disbelief, you were taking him so well, “goddamn, this pussy’s gonna’ be the death of me,” he mumbled, breath a bit rocky from the sensation. you moaned in response, arching your back from the mattress and moving your hips in an effort to try and fuck him back. you wanted more — you needed more.

“mmmh— daddy — it’s yours, it’s all yours!”

wait, what?

that caught him off guard. you've never called him that before — not to say that he was opposed of the idea, in fact, he wanted to hear it again. it sounded so nasty coming from your mouth, he liked that.

“what’d you say?”

you giggled under him causing your pussy to clench around him, “you liked that? when i call you daddy — your dick twitched inside me.”

you were driving him insane. before he could give you another sharp thrust, he pulled out of you — loving the sound it made when you released him. geto quickly arose from his knees to sit and rest his back against the headboard. his cock was now standing tall with a combination of your juices and his precum coating the tip. he looked so pretty this way — his dark colored hair was pulled back into a small bun with just a few stray pieces sticking to his forehead from sweat, his lips were parted slightly and his chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath.

“c’mere and sit on it,” he voiced, patting his thigh twice before jerking himself a little bit. you could admit it — you enjoyed seeing him like this. he was trying his hardest not to look so desperate but that little ‘daddy’ stunt you pulled had really stuck with him.

you sat up from your position, getting on your hands and knees to crawl your way over to your boyfriend. straddling his lap, you decided to tease him a bit — grinding your bare pussy on his cock in a slow manner.

“stop fuckin’ around and put it in, y/n.”

“be patient, baby. you had your fun, now it’s my turn.”

you were pissing him off. geto wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of your cunt but you were being so difficult right now — wet folds coating his dick in your slickness as you continued to grind on him. of course it felt good but your pussy would feel better — you were such a little minx.

finally, after what seemed like forever, you hovered over his pulsing cock, aligning it with your entrance as his tip swiped over your folds. the feeling of being inside you from this position was exhilarating. after all, cowgirl was his favorite and you knew that. geto always went on and on about how well he could hit it from this angle — but you decided that you’d be the one fucking him for a change.

you started off slow, rocking your hips to get use to the feeling of his girthy length stretching you. no matter how many times you took him in, the familiar burning feeling always took some time to get used to. you could feel the veins that ran underneath his cock dragging along your pussy.

“you feel me squeezing you, daddy? hm?”

there it was again. that word. you let it flow out of your mouth so easily. geto couldn’t do anything but nod. his hands palmed at the fat of your ass as he lifted you up and down on his cock at a quicker pace. you arms wrapped around his neck as the vulgar sounds of your pussy sucking him in filled your ears.

“f-fuck y/n, pussy’s so good.”

in this moment, there was nothing he wanted to do more than praise you. he was so big and you were taking all of him — every last inch. he wanted to keep his eyes on you but he couldn’t help but to let his gaze avert to the space between you. the way that sopping cunt made his dick disappear every time you dropped your ass down on him. after a while you’d began to move faster, getting comfortable with his size.

“look at how she’s taking you, suguru. are you proud of me?”

he could practically die right then and there. your soft voice going through an ear and out of the other. he had to keep his composure, you’d only been riding him for a few minutes and he already felt that familiar knot in his belly. “i’m gonna cum if you keep that shit up,” he breathed, fighting to sit up straight as you rode him with all you had.

you didn’t know what had taken over you, but the urge to pin him down crossed your mind. you wanted him to feel just like you did when he was on top — breathless and too fucked out to utter a clear sentence. looking down, you could see his eyes were now closed and his fists were clenched.

awe, how cute.

“gonna’ cum daddy?” you taunt, “cause i am too.”

“fuck — you’re making me feel s’good y/n, don’t stop — god please don’t fuckin’ stop.”

you quickly took the initiative to intertwine your fingers with his, now holding his arms up over his head as you continued to fuck him vigorously — your ass slamming down onto his lap as he whimpered and babbled incoherent sentences.

“yeah, yeah, yeah — just like that suguru. you wanna fill me up, daddy? i think we’ve both earned that.”

and just like that, with a few more bounces, he was unraveling for you. his mouth was held wide open as nothing but curses and groans escaped his lips, “ooo — fuck baby — yeah, yeah, m’ cumming, m’ cumming.” for a brief moment, geto swore he could see stars behind his eyelids as ropes of his thick seed painted your insides. you proceeded with riding out your orgasm, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting that gummy spot causing you to yelp as you coated his dick in cream.

after your high came to an end, you lifted your hips and allowed geto’s length to slide out of you — cock now softened and limp. you expected his usual ‘round 2?’ question, but it seemed as if he was too exhausted to say a thing.

you placed small kisses all over his face before gathering his hair in your hands and redoing his now shabby ponytail.

“damn, do you want me to run you a bath?” you joked. a lazy smile appeared on your boyfriends face as he playfully slapped your backside.

“don’t get too cocky.”

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[anony-mouse-writer]

okay so i havent been able to stop thinking about @sundewa 's empires extensions au, so here's a list of the hermits and their empires thats mostly sundewa's canon, but also my ideas for the hermits ae haven't gotten to yet

blue names are canon to either the au or empires lore, the rest are just my personal assignements

Rivendell

ethoslab: ice ninja who does theft legal business.

Grimlands

mumbo jumbo: i mean. have you seen him?? in charge of the count's deepslate redstone ore vaults

tangotek: have you seen him x2. would set up incredibly elaborate and dangerous games for the enemies of the grimlands and cackle maniaclly in the background as they played them

Crystal Cliffs

geminitay: lol

gtws: magic crystals go brrrr. also does crime totally legitimate business.

xisuma: this is one of two empires i can really see him fitting in. how else do you explain the constantly shifting species except magic

Lost Empire

docm77: ominous theatre villain vibes (also no shirt). also The Jungle

House Blossom

hypnotizd: bees and chill vibes

stress: flowers! collecting heads! what more do you want?

zedaph: chaotic sheep that definitely isnt responsible for the soot stains lol

Ocean Empire

ijevin: ngl part of this is just cuz i think it would be hilarious if he was part of the ocean empire's entourage and spends the entire time he's there getting on cleo's last nerve but theyre allies so they cant kill each other. also a slime in the water is funny to me. would he be a jellyfish or just a slime who Suffers?

impulse: s5 atlantis base, s7 water pyramid + guardian farm. also has the kind of playful 'mindin my business' energy i see in a lot friendly of sea creatures

xB: guardian farms, octodrop, assigned guardian hybrid by fandom

Mythland

rendog: has the correct amount of drama to belong in mythland. can play the hero or the villain

beef: something blood sheep something. also i feel like if anyone was going to have elaborate map art decorations, it would be mythland

welsknight: this is literally a kingdom of knights, its perfect. probably in charge of the two armor stands guarding the docks.

Gilded Helenthia

false: nice and chill and will stab u real good

joehills: moved from pixandria, happy to work the fields and read poetry, would probably fight a dangerous threat for funsies

keralis: there's a post somewhere about how helenthia is the bread basket of the empires and therefore would probably be one of the richest and i think keralis would be in charge of a lot of that infrastructure. also would make tractors for the fields.

pearlescentmoon: lol

Pixandria

cubfan: moved from crystal cliffs where he learned a bit of vex magic. now he dresses as a wandering trader and causes problems on purpose. also does a lot of overseeing in the dripstone caves

Undergrove

bdubs: funny moss man go brrr

Kingdom of Mezalea

tfc: this man just wants to mine blocks and be left in peace

zombiecleo: moved from pixandria, goes on 'diplomatic visits' to the ocean empires and gets on jevin's last nerve. manages the joel clones

Cod Empire

grian: lol. also: cod face.

iskall: iskall took one look at the empire full of iskallium and never went back. the cod empire's redstone has never been better

xisuma: this is the other empire i can see xisuma fitting in. wet cat genuinely trying his best vibes. would be codsuma.

[fvckbeom]

corrupting innocent!hyuka

let me preface this by saying all of this is user 3nh4’s fault because they put virgin hyuka in my head and it has been effectively ruining my life ever since :D

watching his adorable little cheeks go flushed whenever u touch him a bit or “accidentally” stare at his pretty lips for a liiiittle too long :(( n i just know sweet little baby will start whining n rutting against ur thigh if he finally gets a second alone to make out with u <///3 hyuka is a messy, horny, whimpering mess of a kisser and that won’t change no matter how experienced he becomes 😵‍💫 no i will never stop saying that .

and in bed ohbmy gosdddd

praise slut!hyuka can literally always be found looking up at u with those big gorgeous eyes of his n mumbling “w-was that okay (title)” “d-did i um.. did i d-do it right” OR BETTER YET “can’t s-say that.. ‘s too embarrassing:((” but u know he always will cause he lives for u calling him ur good lil boy :((((( all it takes is a little coaxing to get him to tell u exactly how he wants u to use him pls

i have SO. so much more to say about this but i have to get ready rn 😭😭😭😭 enjoy <3

i- @sweetiehyuka you seeing this shit?! gold.

i abso-fucking-lutely agree. innocent!virgin!hyuka is something i think abt probably more often than is good for me but will i stop? no. in fact, i will expand on this bcs good god corruption kink go brrrr

little innocent hyuka who would come to you one morning about a month into your relationship with a painfully hard boner, you didn't notice him at first until he spoke, "y-y/n(i hate using that but anyway)i-i...hurt" he'd whine, his eyes glassy and hands clasped behind his back, you turned to look at him, the bulge in his shorts the first thing your eyes were drawn to. "oh...then jerk off?" you said it so casually but kai just stared at you blankly, tilting his head a little. "wait- you know what that is...right?" kai shyly shook his head and your jaw dropped, "you've never played with yourself before?!" you were in slight shock. "n-no..." kai said almost to quietly for you to hear, "then what do you usually do when this happens?" you asked him, still in disbelief. "i-it just goes away..."

moments later you had him straddling your lap while you jerked him off, him constantly moaning and whimpering at how good you made him feel, he had no idea he could feel things like this, regretting not doing this earlier. "you're doing so good baby" you whispered to him as he felt a strange feeling building up in his stomach, a feeling he'd never felt before, "f-feel w-weird" he whimpered out and you knew exactly what he was talking about, "it's okay, it's a good thing" you said, pumping his sensitive cock faster, the fact you were the first person including him to touch him this way giving you an ego trip. "such a good boy, doing so good" kais moans just kept getting louder and more high pitched the closer you brought him to cumming and the more you praised him, you didn't want to tell him to be quiet, loving how vocal he was.

kai suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure, his cock feeling too sensitive, "s-stop...'m s-sensitive..." he whined out, gripping your thighs, "nono this is good, just a little more and you'll feel so good baby boy" your voice was calm and soothing, not wanting to scare him, a complete contrast to your hand quickly and harshly jerking him off. you began alternating between pumping his length and circling your palm around his tip, the way his cock twitched showing how close to cumming he was, "that's it baby, just let go". with a few more hash strokes kai let out a borderline scream of pleasure as he came all over your hand and his stomach, his hips rutting up into your hand. "see? didn't that feel good baby boy?" you said, brushing his hair off his now sweaty forehead. "s-so good" kai spoke quietly, almost shy to admit it.

i'm gonna stop there before i write a whole fic. anyway innocent!virgin!hyuka. i will die on that hill actually. you can't stop me.

[nishayuro]

Hi, saw your request open. Can I request the brothers + simeon falling in love with mc who is luke's older sister

(feel free to ignore if this makes you uncomfortable)

Obey me! Brothers + Simeon falling in love with MC who is Luke's older sister. 

A/N: Thank you for the request! so sorry it took soooo long, school was hectic af and Genshin has been eating my time lmao, but finally, here it is!

Genre: Fluff, some angst if you look through a microscope

You’re Luke’s older sister, which means you’re an angel.

Let’s pretend you didn’t exist yet when they were still angels, You were only born after the brothers fell.

Unlike Luke, you are more accepting of demons. You don’t hate nor judge them like your little brother did. 

So when you got chosen to participate in the exchange program along with Simeon and Luke, you were excited. 

You’ve never really gotten the chance to leave the Celestial Realm except for some errands Michael has you run in the Human realm and maybe once or twice to the Devildom. You’ve heard about the Great Celestial War, and in all honesty, if you were there, you would’ve joined their rebellion. But of course you’ll never tell that to any soul.

Lucifer

He has probably seen you once or twice, probably from those fast visits Michael made you do. He had never really paid you any attention, Thinking you were like those angels back then who didn’t understand their rebellion and such, or maybe blinded to follow the hate towards demons.

So imagine the shock when you arrived and you were nice and didn’t immediately ridicule their race.You were excited even and accepting. 

When he found out you were Luke’s older sister, He was confused. 

You’re related to this loud chihuahua? How?

After a while, you grew on him. Your presence made him feel light.

Was it because you’re an angel? No, because Simeon’s an angel but he doesn’t feel it when he’s around.

And at that moment, he realized he fell in love with you.

Man just fell twice in his life lmao- 

But he knew it was forbidden, An angel and a demon?

Well, it's not like he’d care what his father thought lmao, but it wasn’t only him on the line, It was also you. 

He’s not gonna lie, The idea of you falling for him made his pride go up more. Man's pride goes brrrr

He asked Simeon about it, to which Simeon was surprised, but understood and tried helping out. 

Lets just say man has a huge confession plan and a back up for when you actually do fall from heaven.

Luke did NOT like this at all lmao, but he saw you happy so he just threatened Lucifer and begrudgingly accepted it. 

Mammon

Yowww, got any valuables from your realm I can sell-

It was love at first sight lmao, But he won't admit it because… angel x demon relationships don't work out well.

And you were that Chihuahua’s sister so…

But you were so nice to him, and so loving, and so caring, and so-

Oh God he fell HARD

Plan B, Operation make the pretty angel his.

Which was going smoothly except for the fact that Luke wanted Mammon at least 10 feet away from MC at all times.

Man loves to gamble, so of course he’d gamble with his chances with you.

And when you reciprocate-

He feels like he just won the lottery!

Oh- but now with the legal things ahaha 

Well, don’t we all just love a forbidden love story.

But his brothers saw how happy you make him and how he is bettering himself just to be a better man for you, so they decided to help with the legal things.

Luke is F U M I N G.

Leviathan 

Man didn’t even want anything to do with you when you first came to the Devildom.

Cuz, well you’re an angel.

And Luke’s sister, have you seen that boy talk about demons? Yeah man had a bad first impression because of your brother lmao.

But when he saw you talking to Solomon about some TSL, he got kinda interested.

I mean, c’mon TSL fans gotta stick together ya’know

So when he did eventually talk to you while you were talking more TSL with Solomon and you didn’t find his rantings boring and even held up a conversation and listened, oh man fell head over heels.

But…why would you even like him, you’re an angel, literally!

You’d fall if you get caught in a romantic relationship with a demon!

And he has fallen once, he wouldn’t want you to go through that.

But one day you both were watching anime and he was so focused on trying not to think of you and focus on the anime that he accidentally blurted out that he liked you.

Andddd… you reciprocated!

Guess who’s gonna fall from heaven! :D 

Okay, but you both talked about that and you were fine with that, you honestly didn’t really like the celestial realm lmao

But guess who isn’t fine with it? LUKE

MC, your brother is gonna rage lmao

Satan

He never became an angel, so to him you are another creature to observe. 

At first it was genuine curiosity, you were an angel who was made after the war, he wanted to ask about how stuff changed since he's heard his brother's stories from their time. 

And when you'd lowkey roast the celestial realm? 

You were a complete opposite from your brother who'd only talk highly of the realm. 

Satan realized that you're not that fond of heaven. 

So that curiosity turned into romantic feelings, uh oh. 

Satan didn't care about the legal parts because he knew you'd be fine to fall if you'd got the chance. 

So one day he offered you that chance. He confessed to you and you reciprocated! 

Luke is still yapping, lmao

Hes like a 80-20, 80% against and 20% begrudgingly accepts. 

Asmodeus

Goodluck. 

He's all over you the moment he sees you. 

Oh, MC. You remind him of when he was an angel! 

Flirtingly asks if you're now crowned the new jewel of the heavens. 

You probably are, ngl

You're both attached to the hip, he wants to show you the beauty of Devildom! 

Luke is well… N O T  H A P P Y

He wants you F A R from Asmo honestly, probably even asks for Solomon’s help 

At first it was just because of your beauty, but after getting to know you better, he fell hard. You see him for him and he loves that and he loves you. 

Ahaha- the legal stuff? Asmo doesn’t care 

Beelzebub

Protecc this big baby-

You remind him of his life back up in heaven and of Lilith.

Since you’re related to Luke, he asks if you’re good in the kitchen too.

If you are then you just won his heart and stomach, congrats!

 Always gives you parts of his food and brings you snacks

Luke has mixed feelings about this one, Beel is the softest and kindest demon he knows (aside from when he’s raging from hunger but we dont talk about that-) but then again, he’s a demon so…

About the whole falling from heaven, Beel is thinking of you first and foremost, he knows whats its like to fall and he wouldn’t want you to go through that pain. 

But you make it clear that you’re fine with it and that if you do fall, its your decision and that you’re happy with it.

Belphegor

He hates you. 

He hates that you remind him of Lilith

He hates that you remind him of his life in the celestial realm.

He hates that you make him feel things.

He hates that though he swore to hate angels from what happened, he just can’t seem to hate you the same way. 

He hates that a demon-angel relationship is as looked down upon as an angel-human one.

He hates that if he succumbs to the temptation, that you will have the same fate as Lilith would, and he would feel as if its his fault again. 

He never really knew why Lilith went far and beyond for his human lover, but now he does, Love truly does make us do things we’d never even think about. 

Luke would not be approving of your relationship with him though, he sees Belphie as just a lazy ass demon who isn’t deserving of you, but hey you’re happy so he has no choice.

Simeon 

He has known you for a long time, possibly since you were first created. 

You train under Michael, who is a close friend of his so whenever he sees you he always talks to you. 

When it was announced that both of you plus your younger brother were to be sent to the devildom for the exchange program, he was ecstatic!

That meant more time with you and a chance to explore a new realm with you.

Over the course of the exchange program, you two developed deeper feelings, leading to a relationship.

Luke is soooo happy! He sees Simeon as a perfect fit for you and he definitely baked a cake or two to celebrate.

No other legal problems because you’re both angels, but he has to be careful since he’s not the most innocent angel and has a higher chance of falling. 

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[touyasdoll]

PURRRRRRRRR THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME W UR RESPONSE TO MY SHINSOU ASK 😩😩😩 forgive me for forgetting that u like daddy kink material and shinsou having perfect control in the bedroom because….of course he does- it was once again 1 in the morning and i passed out immediately after pressing submit 💔

i have daddy shinsou brain rot so when i think of more content i will be sending it to you 😌💖

completely separate from what i just said: tamaki going feral and fucking your throat and then immediately apologizing but when he sees your eyes all glassy and full of stars and love,,,,,,brrrr tamaki goin crazy 😩 you’re all he ever thinks about anyway, might as well experience one of his fantasies while he’s confident enough to initiate it 😌

-🌸, previously known as dom tamaki supremacist

I love you & I don’t deserve this delicious content you’re feeding me, but I’m selfish & will gladly take more of whatever ya got 🤤 & Eeeek!! YES, we love a confident Tamaki 💕💕 been thinking a lot lately about quiet boys who would absolutely destroy you in the bedroom (read: Tamaki, Shinsou, & Shouto)

warnings for the content below: impact play, face-fucking, dacryphilia, degradation, praise

To build on the wonderful image you’ve put in my head:

Tamaki going completely feral for a second with his cock filling your throat and once he regains himself, he thinks he’s hurt you for sure, so he tries to pull his hips back while profusely apologizing, but you won’t let him.

You grasp his hips and sink his cock back into your throat, looking up at him with tears pricking your eyes and nothing but adoration behind them, as if to let him knows that it’s okay. You want to do this for him, you need to.

And how could he stop you then? You just look so pretty with those tears running down your face. It’s even better than he imagined in his head. He’d accidentally taken something he was too afraid to ask for and there was no going back now, so he may as well plow forward.

He wants to know if he can make more of those pretty tears run down your face. Maybe you like having your hair pulled? He’ll find out.

He pushes his long fingers into your hair, winding enough into his palms to hold onto as he cocks his hips back and begins thrusting. He’s so enamored with the way you keep your eyes on him, even while he’s mercilessly ravaging your windpipe with his cock.

It feels so good to finally lose control snd he’s so grateful that you’re letting him, but he wants more. He has an idea. One he’s been thinking about for a long, long time and now seems as good a time as ever to try it out.

“On the bed,” he retracts his hips, languidly fisting his cock as he nods for you to lay down. “On your back, head hanging off.”

You think you know where he’s going with this, so you happily follow instructions, assuming the position and opening your mouth wide.

“Such a good girl for me,” he groans, lining up to claim your throat once again.

He doesn’t resume his relentless pace, opting to slowly ease more and more of his length into your mouth while his hands massage your breasts and toy with your nipples, the little moans that you offer vibrating against his length. He pushes deeper with each roll of his hips, filling you more completely with each motion.

And when he’s finally sheathed his entire cock, he presses down just below your chin, making it that much easier to see the imprint of his dick claiming so much space in your throat.

“Oh fuck, bunny,” he growls, slapping your breast before cupping it in his large hand, using it as a handhold while he fucks your mouth. “You’re such a filthy slut. Such a good little whore for me.”

He keeps his eyes trained on the way his cock bulges now and then beneath the skin of your neck and it has his losing himself all over again. He can’t take anymore.

“C’mere, bunny,” he pulls out, stepping back, “Turn around so I can ruin that pretty little pussy next.”

[atalante241]

I’VE CRACKED THE CODE!

The more funny the Dream SMP cc is, the more angsty their character/rp content is.

Examples in no particular order:

Jack Manifold: bitch is sad as hell and needs therapy and a healthy outlet for his grief

TommyInnit: the characters basically a punching bag at this point

Fundy: bitch’s got daddy issues and he’s got Grim form Billy and Mandy in his head? My mans not okay.

Ranboo: :)

Wilbur Soot: bitch cried bc of the stress of presidency and u know, everything else

Technoblade: bitch go to a course on how to communicate your feelings and shit with people so they know u ain’t a brick wall

Nihachu: girl talk to yo friend/gf (I have no idea what they are in canon) she’s a literal fucking therapist

Philza: sword go brrrr

[ibelongtowrath]

Hot Springs - Lucifer x Reader

Warnings // 18+/NSFW, praise in the form of “good girl,” oral sex, female reader Word count: 2.6k

Happy hot springs theme day 💦 Here’s another Lucifer piece about getting eaten out at the hot springs because horny writing brain go brrrr. I hope you enjoy. I am also terrible at coming up with titles

I can’t sleep.

You groan inwardly and sigh, turning your body to stare at the ceiling, your eyes practically glazing over. To your left, Mammon snores loudly; a sound akin to a chainsaw, and something you didn’t even think he was capable of.

“Ya gotta sleep next to me, MC! If any of my brothers even try to touch a hair on your head, I’ll kill ‘em.”

“Fine, fine,” you agreed hurriedly, already pulling the blanket over your head, gripped with exhaustion. “Goodnight, Mammon.”

I should have brought fucking ear plugs.

You roll over to your right side, where Levi sleeps peacefully, clutching his Ruri-chan body pillow close to his chest. You’re pretty sure you can hear him mumbling her name every so often, and your eyes squeeze shut in frustration, knowing that the likelihood of actually achieving a deep, restful sleep is growing lower by the second as you inhale deeply.

With a groan, you rise, feet padding softly across the smooth, wooden floor. Perhaps a soak in the onsen would make you drowsy and relaxed enough to actually be able to sleep through all the surrounding noise. Grabbing a towel and pausing briefly before leaving the room, you look down at yourself. A minuscule, though beautifully ornate silk robe barely covers your naked body; although it was customary to enter the hot spring completely nude, you couldn’t help but feel extremely self-conscious. Thankfully, Diavolo had rented out the entire place for the night, so no other beings were there, save for the demon brothers.

And, thankfully, everyone else was still asleep. As much as you love the demon brothers, sometimes it felt amazing to have a few waking moments to yourself, and the idea of spending that alone time in a steamy, relaxing hot spring? Bliss.

Carefully opening the sliding doors leading to the spring, careful to not wake anyone, you step out into the onsen. Steam rises steadily from the hot water, caressing your face as a slight breeze carries wisps of it towards you. The tension already begins to loosen from your neck and shoulders, taking in the sights of the artfully-placed rocks and trees around you. Slowly, you walk towards the stone steps leading into the water and dip your feet in, testing the temperature. Perfect.

You look back over your shoulder for a brief moment before you begin to untie your robe and open the front. Despite the warmth radiating from the water, a shiver passes through your body at the sudden exposure to the still slightly cool night air. You shrug the robe the rest of the way off, folding it carefully and setting it on a nearby bench, along with the towel.

Knowing it is customary to be clean before entering the spring, you wash off at the bathing station situated near the sliding doors, careful to remove any traces of soap before finally stepping into the hot spring. A deep, satisfied sigh escapes you as your body submerges beneath the warm, tranquil waters. Steam rises up towards you and your eyes close as you sit, tipping your head back to rest against the side of the spring. Your face turns up to the perpetually night sky of the Devildom, the light of the moon illuminating everything around you in an almost ethereal glow; stars, scattered across the sky, glitter like moon dust, looking almost as if they’re sparkling.

“Are my brothers causing mischief, my dear MC?”

The voice rings out, disturbing your fleeting serenity as you startle with a gasp. Your eyes open quickly and you look around in a panic for the source of the mysterious voice before your gaze settles on the demon standing at the edge of the spring, wrapped in a short, blue robe.

“L-Lucifer?” you manage to gasp in surprise. “I thought you were asleep. What are you-”

“I should be asking you the same question, my dear. Shouldn’t you be getting some rest?” Lucifer retorts. He can sense your shock, and he smirks inwardly, keeping his expression neutral.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you mumble. “Mammon snores like a chainsaw, Levi was having dreams about doing who knows what to his body pillow, and I just...wanted to relax…”

“An excellent place you’ve chosen to come to do so, then. Although we are in the Devildom, Lord Diavolo had to have an onsen of our own developed after experiencing a traditional one in your world, in Japan. The waters here are not geothermal as they naturally are in Japanese onsens; however, magic can replace virtually anything we are unable to replicate. The effects are still much the same, as evidenced by your relaxed state before I, unfortunately, disturbed you.”

The smirk tugs Lucifer’s lips upwards, though he quickly replaces it with a chuckle and a cordial smile, his eyes closing briefly before they open again, setting his intense crimson gaze upon you. Realizing you are fully naked beneath the steaming water, the blood rushing to your face and making the temperature of the water seem almost chilly in comparison to the heat in your cheeks. Thankfully, the water is opaque, masking your nudity, though you can’t help but squeeze your legs together and crossing your arms over your chest in a feeble attempt to mask the fact.

Lucifer chuckles softly once more, moving to loosen the strings of his robe.

“Would you mind if I join you, MC? It seems I am in need of some relaxation as well,” he asks, his voice a low timbre, as though teasing in its slight lilt. “Though it is not customary for men and women to bathe together in Japanese hot springs, we do not typically adhere to that rule here. Of course, I will respect your wishes if you decline and wish to bathe privately.”

“N-no, it’s fine,” you stutter in response. “Feel free.”

“As you wish, then.”

Your eyes widen, gaze transfixed as Lucifer finally loosens the knot holding his robe together in the front. The silken, azure fabric hangs loosely on either side, and the prideful demon smirks once more, noting your enraptured attention. Teasingly, he slides the robe off his well-defined shoulders, pausing to tilt his head and flash you a knowing smile.

“Enjoying the view?” he purrs.

With a loud cough and a swallow, you turn your head to gaze directly in front of you, studying the intricate shrubbery and not dignify his remark with a response. 

Don’t look, don’t you dare look. 

The heat rushes back to your cheeks and you force yourself to tilt your head back, only relaxing when you hear Lucifer step into the spring. Bringing your head back forward, you see him seated across from you in the steaming waters, a wolfish grin on your face.

“I should come here more often,” Lucifer remarks casually. “It is absolutely lovely not to have someone getting into trouble and disturbing my peace and quiet.”

He’s naked under the water. Naked. I wonder what he- 

You feel your body tense at the intrusive thought and are unable to stop yourself from groaning softly, clapping a hand over your mouth as you realize you’ve completely given yourself away. Lucifer’s grin deepens, and he leans forward as those beautiful, deep garnet eyes bore into yours.

“You look a bit tense there, my dear,” he coos. “I can offer a shoulder massage if you’d like.”

“Oh, u-um… that would be nice,” you admit.

“Come a bit closer then, my dear. I may be a strong demon, but even I cannot stretch my body that far,” he teases.

Nodding slowly, you rise ever so slightly, keeping your arms tightly crossed in front of your chest and careful not to expose any more of your body from beneath the opaque water. Up close, you realize Lucifer is even more handsome, and you can feel your heart pounding beneath your rib cage, thump, thump, thump. You turn around, back facing him, grateful for the sounds of the small stream of water flowing steadily in a fountain by the spring masking the sound of your heartbeat, loud enough that surely he would be able to hear.

He brings his hands to your shoulders, moving closer. At the touch of his hands and the feel of his proximity, you start. Chuckling, Lucifer begins to knead the tense muscles with careful motions, using his thumbs to work out the tight knots he can feel beneath your skin.

“Uncross your arms for me, my dear,” he instructs. “You are carrying so much tension, and I cannot help you properly when you are not relaxed.”

With a sigh, you drop your arms to your sides, resting them in your lap. Lucifer’s touch is relaxing, satisfying, and you can feel the tension begin to melt from your shoulders as he continues to work the tender muscles. Blissfully, your head drops back, hair fanning out in the water as a soft groan, almost like a moan falls from your lips. The demon smirks as he continues his ministrations, moving even closer to you, though you barely notice the heat of his body nearly right against yours, your eyes closed in peaceful relaxation.

“That’s a good girl, stay just like that…,” he instructs.

Lucifer’s praise causes your heart to race even faster, your eyes opening as you feel your thighs pressing together. He notes your reaction, leaning forward to press a soft kiss into the delicate skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder. You shudder in pleasure, letting out a definite moan this time, finding yourself leaning back against him, your back nearly pressed to his chest. Grinning against your skin, he nibbles gently at first before biting down a bit firmer, his hands continuing their work on your shoulders.

“Such a good girl…”

Lucifer’s hands move from your shoulders to trace a path down the generous curve of your waist, his mouth finding purchase on your now relaxed shoulder as he presses another kiss there. One hand reaches up to thread his fingers into your hair lightly, tugging your head to the side before crashing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss, much like the water and the skin of your bodies. The kiss is deep, intimate; it speaks a thousand words full of want, of need, of dark desire without a single utterance. Your tongues dance with one another as soft gasps of pleasant surprise and arousal escape you and him, your thighs squeezing together under the water, now wet in more ways than simply being submerged beneath it.

Biting your lip and pulling away from the kiss, Lucifer’s hand moves to your bare breast, groping it lightly before rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger, savoring your sweet moans. His cock twitches, already hard and pressing against your back. Grinning, he tugs at your hair again, tilting your head back until you look up at him; eyes half-lidded, nearly glazed over and blown-out with lust.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” Lucifer teases. “I offer you a relaxing massage, and you turn it into anything but. I suppose I’ll have to find another way to ease the tension in your body. Especially-”

He pauses, moving his hands to caress the soft, fleshy skin of your inner thighs, briefly teasing a few fingers between your legs before pulling them away, relishing your lewd gasps.

“-right here. Yes, it seems you are very much still tense. My, my, we certainly will have to remedy that, won’t we, my naughty girl?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper, pressing your back harder against him. 

Suddenly, you are teeming with need, nearly keening at the thought of having Lucifer between your legs. In one swift movement, he picks you up, quickly turning you around to lift you out of the water and set you on the side of the hot spring. Feeling the sudden difference in temperature, you shudder. Droplets of water glisten in the shining moonlight as they travel down your body. He grins at your shudder as he begins laying you back gently and spreading your legs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before biting down into the skin, pausing briefly to admire the indentation of his teeth that will surely welt and leave a mark behind later.

“Don’t worry, pet. I’ll be sure to warm you up,” Lucifer says, biting down once more. “Now, lay back and relax for me.”

Obeying his command, you lay your back flat against the cool stone, your heart continuing to thump like someone is revving an engine. Lucifer teases a few fingers between your legs, his thumb circling your swollen clit, eliciting a loud, lewd cry as he does so. Pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone, he gently sucks the skin into his mouth and biting into the skin there, intent on leaving more marks. He moves to the other side, repeating his actions before lowering himself down between your legs to your wet, dripping core, practically quivering in anticipation. He smiles before his tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your core until he reaches your clit, swirling it tantalizingly slow around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Lucifer’s lips close around it, sucking. Your back arches, reaching your hands forward to weave your fingers into his hair. Bucking your hips against his face, he smirks, moaning into your skin and continuing to suck on your clit, alternating between stimulating it with his tongue and lightly grazing his teeth across it.

“Good girl, so good for me,” Lucifer moans. “You taste so fucking sweet, pet.”

Sliding two fingers inside you, he curls and pumps them skillfully to press against your sweet spot. A louder, more high-pitched moan falls from your lips, taking his name with it as it echoes across the otherwise serene tranquility of the onsen.

“L-Lucifer- ah, it feels so good-”

Frantic with desire, you begin to roll your hips rhythmically towards his face, increasing the pressure of his tongue and fingers. Lucifer slides a third finger into you, desperately savoring the delicious sounds of your desperation as he, too, can’t stop himself from moaning into your skin. He laps at your sweet essence, eager to taste all of you, to wet his cock between your tight, warm walls and help ease his own tension between his hips, a fire stirring in his belly.

“Lucifer!” Crying out his name in a wanton gasp, you begin to feel yourself tighten around his fingers. “Lucifer, I-I’m going to cum-”

“Good girl,” Lucifer groans. “Cum hard for me, princess.”

His praise pushes you over the edge, immense pleasure washing over your body in waves as you writhe against the stone, arching your back. Your body jerks forward, slightly, and your lips part to scream in pleasure, his name falling from your lips over and over, growing in volume and pitch with every syllable. Grinning, Lucifer slowly slides his fingers out of you, pressing a kiss to your clit as he pulls back. You whimper at the loss of his fingers, aching for the sensation of him filling you once more. He reaches for your arm to slowly pull you up to a sitting position.

“Now…”

Standing from the water and moving his hands to your hips, he lifts you up to pull you close to him, hips perched on the edge of the spring against the rock. Your bare chests press together as he lifts your legs, resting them against his shoulders. He slides his cock into you with ease, and he groans, tipping his head back briefly at the feeling of your wet, warm heat gripping him so tightly. You moan, fingers curling against the wet stone beneath you as you finally gain the much-need stretch of his cock buried between your legs.

“I believe I have some tension of my own that needs to be worked out.”

[rensflr]

so basically i sent asks abt greek mythology and tumblr was like woah buddy thats a lot wait an hour so im submitting it.

okay so i dont know anything abt mcyt or dream smp whatever u call it but I have seen a lot of posts abt it and I need to say smth. so I've seen that speech "You want to be a hero? Then die like one" a lot n technoblade uses theseus as an example. when I read THAT the part of my brain that was obsessed w greek myths n still kinda is came out of its slumber. SO theseus was uh. kind of an asshole? 

when he went n killed the minotaur the king of minos' daughter, ariadne, helped him bc she fell in love w him and offered to help him if he would agree take her to athens and marry her. so theseus was like sure and shes the one who has the idea to give him a ball of string so he doesn't get lost in the maze. so theseus kills the minotaur etc. etc. n he takes ariadne and heads to athens. and THEN for no reason he abandons her on a little island called naxos. later versions of the myth try n justify it w like "oh actually dionysus wanted her as a wife so theseus had to let her go" or in other ways but in the og version he just deserts her. which is pretty messed up!!!!! i mean he made a deal w her and he just breaks it. so strike one against theseus!!!

okay next p messed up thing. so theseus had a buddy called pirithous and one day when they're older pirithous finds theseus n he's like "hey man!! u know how my wife is dead n ur wife is dead? how abt we find new wives! and I have just the idea. lets try n marry daughters of zeus!" so theseus thinks this is an excellent idea n he says "ok dibs on helen" (HELEN IS A CHILD AT THIS POINT. LIKE 12 OR SMTH) so piritous is like "that's a wonderful idea there's nothing messed up abt that at all"

so they KIDNAP HELEN INTENDING TO KEEP HER UNTIL SHE'S OLD ENOUGH TO MARRY THESEUS. so THEN pirithous is like. ok my turn I want to marry PERSEPHONE. like the goddess already married to hades the king of the underworld. theseus is like I see nothing wrong w this. so they go down to the underworld and say hey! we're here to kidnap persephone! so hades is like 

"oh of course! here sit down on these chairs" and they sit and they get fused to them and then snakes burst out of the chairs and tie them to it and they're condemned to an eternity of torture. yay! 

but then at some point (we don't know how much later) hercules goes down to the underworld to do one of his tasks and he finds them and frees theseus and tries to free pirithous but he's not able to bc pirithous was the one who actually wanted to marry persephone so his crime was greater or smth (if u ask me wanting to marry a child is way more messed up but sure!) 

okay that's all I wanted to say I'm SORRY this is so long but previous hyperfixation go brrrr 

OKAY OKAY LAST THING  so when hercules freed theseus from the chair he had to cut him off basically bc he was fused to it and he left behind his "buttocks" still on the chair so theseus is also called hypolispo which literally just means "man with a flat ass" fhjnfvkmfdmk 

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Left 4 dead Christmas special

Midnight: bill it's so cold why

Bill: winter my dear *hits last on his joint throwing it in the snow* go back inside and get ur dad

Midnight: yes bill *walks inside* dad?

Blood: huh? Yes midnight?

Midnight: bill needs u

Blood: ok come relaxes for a little

Midnight: ok *walks to blood seat relaxing*

Blood: *puts on my winter gear climbing up the ladder* brrrr *puts on and my face mask* wats up bill?

Bill: *cocks sniper rifle shooting a zombie in the head* were on our last can of gas and it's getting colder

Blood: I'll round up some help

Bill: no get us some gun and close the door and lock it

Blood: *grabs a bag of gun and quietly closes the door locking it* let's go

*bill and blood walked into the snow storm searching for supplies and gas*

Blood: god damn why is it like this!!!!!

Bill: keep moving blood!!!!!

Tank: *roars*

Bill: did u?

Blood: it sounded close keep moving

*the snow storm settled down*

Bill: finally

Tank: *throws a giant rock*

Blood: run!!! *runs shooting M16 at tank*

Bill: god damnit *throws a molotov on the tank*

Tank: *dead still burning*

*bill and blood surrounded the dead burning tank body getting warm*

Blood: let's go

Bill: right

*they both walked father and father away from the shelter*

Midnight: *opens the door to the underground bunker* dad? Bill? *grabs a gas can and fills the generator*

Zoey: *climbs up ladder* need help?

Midnight: yeah thanks

Bill: *coughs* zoey

Zoey: huh? *looking around*

Midnight: u ok?

Zoey: yeah *help midnight fill the generator*

Hunter: *growls*

Bill: run!!!!!!

Hunter: *pounces on zoey*

Zoey: get it off

Bill: *kills hunter* run!!

Deej: *climbs up ladder getting charged by a charger* fuck this thing is pounding me in the ground

Cherry: *chops off the chargers head* u ok?

Deej: yeah

Bill: get in the bunker!!!

*midnight and zoey ran in the bunker*

Bill: *pulls the starting string to the generator* go damnit start

Zoey: bill look out

Bill: *shoves boomer out of my way starting the generator running in the bunker locking it*

Midnight: where's my dad?

Bill: lost track of him

Cherry: now wat?

Francis: wait

Couch: fuck.......

Ellis: *sleeping*

Pinkie: *cooking*

Rave: *training with creme, day, party and love bug*

Bill: *goes the sleep*

*all the infected and special infected is at the underground bunker door bumping against it*

Bill: *sits up* everyone shh there here

*they all pause*

Midnight: *gulps*

Hunter: *listens* *screams*

*the infected hits the door to the bunker*

Francis: everyone grabs a weapon

*they all grabs a weapon*

Val: get ready

Tank: *roars*

Cherry: a tank shit......dad I'm going out there

Val: no u can't

Creme: *thinks*

Ellis: no one is going out there too dangerous

Ariel: yeah blood will be back soon

Couch: and if not

Creme: *sneaks pass everyone to the door* here I go *opens door bolting out outside whistling* hey dummies here's dinner

*all the infected and special infected looked at creme*

Creme: *shakes my flank* come and get it dummies *still running*

*they all ran after creme*

Cherry: where creme?

Val: oh no......creme *runs to the door seeing them open* no!!!!

Cherry: creme no.....

Midnight: why creme.......

Nightmare comet: just like his dad fighting for wat they think is right

Party: *growls at nightmare comet*

Scarlet: *holds back party*

Party: *looks up at scarlet*

Scarlet: shh *grounds party with my magic walking to nightmare comet* hey comet

Nightmare comet: yeah *turns head getting blasted*

Scarlet: that's for party

Party: *breaks free jumping on scarlet back* thank u scarlet ^^

Scarlet: welcome little man ^^

Nightmare comet: *whips face* u bitch *gets up*

Scarlet: oh want more huh?

Nightmare comet: oh ur gonna get it

Scarlet: party get off

Party: *jumps down*

Nightmare: *gets in between comet and scarlet* stop u two

Scarlet: why comet should die he does nothing for this team

Nightmare comet: like ur any better

Scarlet: I help take care of the little ones with pinkie and love bug so DON'T say I do nothing

Nightmare comet: *walks to the far end of the bunker*

Nightmare: nice going scarlet

Scarlet: bite me *takes party walking off* sorry about that.....

Party: it's fine scarlet u actually stood up for a freak like me

Scarlet: oh party ^^

Party: I want a secret meeting

Bill: why?

Party: because comet needs to go

Bill: agreed I'm in

Ellis: I'm in

Party: ok I'll go ask others *walks off*

Zoey: come cherry they both be back

Val: yeah son *closes the doors locking them*

Cherry: *sits there*

Val: everyone give my son sometime

*they all leave cherry alone going down to the bunker*

Zoey: wat happened?

Bill: zoey couch francis over here

*they walk to bill*

Couch: wats up?

Francis: yeah old man?

Bill: comet is making a group to leave the bunker and the team

Zoey: I'm going with comet *walks down to comet* get ready

Nightmare comet: got it

Couch: I'm with u guys

Francis: seeya ladies *walks to comet*

Rave: bye

Belle: eat me asshole

Day: sorry guys

Rosie: I don't care

Bill: fine have fun dieing

Ariel: *blasts bill* fuck off *jumps on bill walking down to comet*

B: *helps bill up* u got us bill ^^

Bill: thanks now let's kick them out

Nightmare comet: wat ahead of u out of our way

*comet team walks up the ladder to the door opening it walking out*

Val: good riddance

Pinkie: *walks up to the door closing it and locking it*

Val: cherry?

Bill: val stop give him time

*comets team walked out of the underground bunker door not caring about the others*

Ariel: comet?

N. Comet: huh?

Ariel: wat r we gonna do now?

N. Comet: the storm is gone we move now team?! move out!!

*they all followed comet*

*several hours after leaving the bunker*

N. Comet: *sees something in the snow* huh?

Ariel: comet wat u see?

N. Comet: *gets up breathing slowly* nothing just a wolf I skinned and harvest the meat for the team ^^

Ariel: that's a good idea *runs to the others* time to hunt for food

*several hours of hunting*

Francis: guys over here

Ariel: wats up francis?

Francis: *sighs*

Ariel: *pushes francis out of the way* oh no.....

*they all saw a frozen creme*

Comet: leave him he's dead anyway *walks off*

Blood: *tackles comet blasting him* stay down shit face

Ariel: blood?!

Blood: out of my way *walks to creme unfreezing him*

Creme: daddy *hugs blood*

Blood: let's go back to the bunker *carries creme back*

Ariel: u all eat shit *follows blood*

To be continued next Christmas maybe

Tags for ariel and melody @thelittlemermaidfan1989 val, cherry and creme @thee-robin-songbird nightmare comet @ask-nightmare-and-others nightmare, scarlet and rosie @yourwingednightmare or @spicybananacaat

[moonwaif]

Snow Over Insomnia: ch. 1

Pairings: Gladnis, promptis

Theme: snowed in

Summary:

Once a year, Shiva blesses Insomnia with snowfall. This year's snow day finds four friends in transition. There's Noctis, who's trying his best to enjoy freshman year. With his best friend Prompto enrolled at a different college, it hasn't been easy. When a particularly controversial lecture puts Noctis on the spot, he says some things he regrets. Can he make amends before their friendship freezes over?

Meanwhile, there's Gladiolus, who's finding it increasingly difficult to deny his feelings for coworker and friend Ignis Scientia. The appearance of a mysterious figure from Ignis's past might just be the sign that it's time to come clean. Will Gladio make a move, or will he let the opportunity melt away?

PT. I: 10:12 hours

It was a good thing Noctis had remembered to mute his laptop before class started, because he received his first message from Prompto just twelve minutes into the lecture.

Prompto: brrrr! Freezing my a$$ off this morning

A selfie instantly followed: Prompto in a warm jacket and white beanie, grimacing up at the camera with a steaming coffee cup clutched in his gloved hand.

Noctis: heh. nice pic. whatcha drinking?

Prompto: mocha moogle latte. Yummm ;P

Noctis: all that sugar is gonna give you a headache

Prompto: hahaha yeah, probably. but i need some caffeine. i couldnt sleep all night thinking about that presentation!!!!  ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

Prompto: so we still getting snowed in tonight?

Noct's smile widened. It wasn’t often that Shiva graced the arid landscape of Lucis with her affections, but at least once a year, snow fell on the city of Insomnia. Sometimes it was a few flakes, sometime just sleet. On rare occasions, such as the one predicted by Insomnian weather channels on this particular day, it was a blizzard.

Noctis: heck yeah! hope you're ready to binge some King’s Knight.

Prompto: ugh am i ever. so ready to chill after getting this presentation out of the way…

Noctis leaned back in his chair, brow furrowing. He cast a quick glance at projector screen down at the front of the hall: a slide about the Lucian civil war.

Noctis: y? U nervous?’

Prompto: yeah

Prompto: stomach hurts

Prompto: p sure im gonna throw up

Noctis: relax, prom

Noctis: you've been practicing a lot, right?

Noctis: you're gonna be great

Prompto: dude you have no idea what id give to hear you say that rn

Prompto: i wish we still went to the same school

Prompto:  ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

A dull, tight ache formed in the center of Noct's chest. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the reply coming slower this time.

Noctis: me too.

Prompto: yeah...

Prompto: too bad my best friend has to go to a fancy schmancy ivy league school for geniuses (¬‿¬)

Noctis rolled his eyes.

Noctis: im not here cuz im a genius, prom

Prompto: his majesty is sooooo modest ;)

Noctis: srlsy

Noctis: im like most of the ppl here. average.

Noctis: the only genius ive met so far is specs

Prompto: lol youre just saying that to make me feel better

Noctis: nah. youre way cooler than like half of the people here

Prompto: ♥‿♥

Prompto: too bad i cant afford the tuition lol. id kill to have iggy as my teacher

Noctis glanced up from his computer. From his own seat in the center of the hall, Ignis was just a small figure behind an even smaller podium. Still, Noctis had to admit that Specs was definitely in his element at the front of a classroom. His fitted grey sweater, crisp collar and perfectly coiffed hair were every bit the image of the up-and-coming academian. The freshmen in the front row hung dreamily on every elegant gesture of his gloved hands as his voice rang out through the hall, crisp and clear as water. He said something that sent a murmur of laughter through the rows of desks. Noctis smiled.

Noctis: yeah its not bad

Prompto: duh!! hes probably way cooler than all of my professors combined

Prompto: anyway, g2g. Gonna try to run through my presentation one more time before class starts

Prompto: (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Noctis: dont worry prom. Youre gonna kick this presentation in the ass.

Prompto: thanks dude

Prompto: catch ya later

Noctis let his gaze linger on the final message, Iggy’s melodic tones lilting in the background. He tuned in long enough just to get the gist of the topic (ugh - still on the Lucian civil war). He turned his attention back to his laptop and clicked on an open tab, which took him directly to Prompto’s ChocoGram feed. There weren’t any new updates, but that didn’t stop him from smiling as he reviewed some of the earlier posts: Prompto getting ready to dig into a steaming, greasy pizza; a #tbt selfie featuring the baby chocobo they’d helped rescue during their summer road trip to Lestallum; a prank-selfie with a drooling, sleeping Gladio. Noctis chuckled. He’d been there when Prompto had taken that one. Even Gladio had agreed that the shot was just too good not to share.

He continued scrolling. A bunch of people Noctis didn't know, probably at a party; a filtered, black-and-white shot of a glistening, neon lit alley; a selfie with some guy Noctis had never seen before; a picture of the school’s mascot, tagged #gocactuars; Prompto wearing glasses…

Wait a second.

Noctis scrolled back to the photo of Prompto and the stranger. “Hanging with the coolest TA around,” read the caption. Tagged: #whenyourfriendhasthesamemajor, #collegelife #insomniaboys.

Friend, huh?

Noct’s eyes narrowed. He silently listed off any names he’d heard Prompto mention over the past semester as he analyzed the man’s features: platinum hair; a strong chin; sharp, intelligent eyes whose color he couldn’t quite discern through the ChocoGram filter. He let the cursor hover over the smug, obnoxious grin. A tagged username appeared: “Ghiranzenator.”

Before Noctis could really stop to self-reflect, he was scrolling through Ghiranzenator’s feed. It was the kind of content you’d expect from a twenty-something with a pompadour and generic good looks. Gym selfies tagged #fitnesslifestyle; poses in scenic, well-known locations captioned with thought-provoking yet totally irrelevant quotes (ugh, so pretentious). He wondered how Prompto even knew this guy. Was he the TA for one of Prompto’s classes? Did they have mutual friends? If so, why hadn’t Prompto mentioned him before? But now that Noctis thought about it, like really thought about it, he hadn’t really heard Prompto say a whole lot about any of the new friends he was making at school.

Wasn't that kind of weird?

A crumpled wad of paper plummeted through his thoughts, ricocheting off his forehead. Noct's head snapped in the direction it had come from. His eyes were met by a vision of Gladio, squeezed into a desk barely large enough to accommodate his lanky frame.

“Pay. Attention,” he mouthed, cocking his head in Iggy’s direction.

Noctis scowled. That was the one downside of having his bodyguard disguised as a classmate. Gladio was just all too ready to make sure Noct behaved like a good little student. The plus side was that Noct had at least one friend who could commiserate with his suffering.

Like now, for instance. A fan club member from the front row was monologuing, earning exasperated looks from his classmates. Noctis and Gladio exchanged a few muffled snickers.

“Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, Cleetus,” Ignis cut in, his voice laced with a strain so barely audible that Noct and Gladio were probably the only ones who even picked up on it. “As you have noted for us, it is quite interesting that most rebel demands would be considered centrist by modern standards. However, we should recognize one deconstructionist philosopher whose theories remain polarizing even to this day.”

Ignis went to the next slide. A portrait of a wide-jawed man with a face only a mother garula could love brooded down from the display screen.

“Oh great,” Noctis muttered, drawing a confused look from Gladio. “Not this guy…”

"Regulus Invicta," Ignis continued, "is remembered as one of the strongest advocates for freedom of speech throughout the history of Lucis. However, what is less commonly remembered are his persistent demands for the de-establishment of the monarchy in favor of what we would now refer to as a democratic socialist republic. Even during the Lucian civil war, Invicta was a controversial figure. At first his philosophies were embraced by the deconstructionists, who sought to overthrow the Lucis Caelums in favor of a fragmented nation-states ruled by regional noblemen. They were less in favor of his leanings toward a democratic socialist republic. Despite this difference of opinion, Invicta was one of the few intellectuals of his time that insisted on the right of deconstructionists to espouse their ideals without punishment or censorship. Unfortunately, this insistence, combined with his involvement with radical circles, led to his eventual imprisonment. He would die of consumption shortly thereafter.”

A hand shot up - the same wind-bag from before.

“Yes, Cleetus?” Ignis’s smile was tight.

“Professor Scientia, as you were speaking I couldn’t help but remember an essay I came across in the Lucian History Journal the other day. The article was about the evolution of Lucian collective memory of the civil war.”

Gladio chuckled. “Oh boy. Here he goes again. This guy really can’t stop himself, can he?”

Noctis wasn’t laughing. He wanted Ignis to get back on topic and finish explaining why Invicta and the deconstructionists were wrong.

“According to the arguments propounded throughout the essay” - Gladio actually snorted at this point - “collective opinion regarding Invicta and the deconstructionists split after Lucis became a constitutional monarchy. Invicta was distanced from the deconstructionists and by means of propaganda -”

Bells went off in Noct’s head. Propaganda? What was this guy trying to get at?

“ - and state sanctioned school curriculum -”

Noctis gripped the arms of his desk, knuckles whitening.

“ - Invicta gradually became celebrated as one of the fathers of free speech. Meanwhile, his links to deconstructionists were covered up, preventing further instability to Lucian society while conveniently appropriating the parts that aligned with contemporary values.”

He paused for a breath. Ignis stepped out from behind the podium, quick to seize back control of the conversation.

“Your statements indicate a very post-modern interpretation of the historical records, Cleetus,” he remarked politely. “It’s interesting that you bring up social instability. Although not as commonly espoused today, there are ideologues who from time to time self-identify as deconstructionists. However, they are often ridiculed by both leftists and conservatives, rarely gaining any political legitimacy. In this way, the general public remains largely unexposed to contemporary deconstructionism outside of the occasional satirical representation on late night TV shows or the funnies.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

There was a rustle as heads turned in Noct's direction. Ignis adjusted his glasses.

“Is there something you would like to share, Prince Noctis?”

Shit. Gladio slid down low in his seat, muttering something that sounded a lot like, “Smooth move, Noct.”

Noctis cleared his throat. His cheeks felt like two flames. “N- not particularly.”

“Very well.” Ignis returned his attention to the slides. Noctis averted his eyes, only to be met by the expectant gazes coming his way from the next row down. His gaze happened to fall on Cleetus, he shot him a particularly snide smirk from over his shoulder.

Something in Noctis snapped.

“It’s just that, you said ‘satirical.’”

Ignis stopped mid-sentence. Scandalized whispers rippled throughout the hall. Gladio was actually facepalming. Meanwhile, Noctis’s cheeks somehow managed to get even hotter. He felt the need to continue.

“I just thought - well, it sounds like you think those depictions are kind of inaccurate, or something.”

Gods, he was sounding extremely upset and defensive right now, wasn’t he? What had happened to all that training in diplomacy and public speaking? Embarrassing.

“Satire is merely a genre, your highness," Ignis demured. "One that hyperbolizes a real-life topic or theme with intent to criticize, ridicule or expose. We may identify this genre from a neutral standpoint without either validating or condemning the arguments contained within the work itself.”

Noctis schooled his expression so it’d look like he’d understood this last bit.

“But you said the satirical representation is the only representation people see. Doesn’t that imply that there’s another representation that most people don’t get to see?”

“There normally is more than one side to every story,” Ignis said lightly, and his lips curved in such a smug, handsome grin that Noctis could have chucked his laptop at him.

“Yeah, but sometimes one side has better evidence than the other one. Shouldn’t that also be part of the discussion?”

He was pressuring Ignis to agree with him, to say that the deconstructionists were “wrong” and the monarchy was “right” and therefore Noctis was right, too. That the deconstructionists were just radical, terrorist nutjobs whose hogwash theories did more harm than good, so why even bother discussing them at all? Noctis knew it. Gladio knew it. Most of all, Ignis probably knew it.

So why were they still disagreeing?

“Indeed. However, the objective of today’s lecture is merely to review the deconstructionism as an historical movement. I will leave the evaluation of the ideas espoused by said movement to all of you in your term papers.”

A smattering of chuckles. Oh yes, how adorable, how clever. Noctis opened his mouth to let loose another retort when Gladio nudged his foot.

"Let it go," he mouthed with a slight shake of his head. Noctis grit his teeth with an audible “tch,” nails biting into the surface of his palms. He deliberately avoided Gladio’s gaze, instead fixing his attention on his laptop. The Ghiranzenator taunted him from the other side of the screen, all chiseled jawline and knowing smile.

Noctis closed the laptop with a ‘snap.’

PT. II: 13:00 hours

“I was too hard on him, wasn’t I?”

The words were out of Ignis’s mouth before Gladio had even stepped through the door. The office was tiny - more like a closet, really. Gladio tossed a small paper bag onto the desk and pulled up a seat, careful not to spill the coffee in his other hand.

“What’s this?” Ignis asked, peering owlishly from behind his computer. Gladio handed over the coffee.

“Thought you could use a pick-me up," he replied. "And nah; Noct is tough. He gets worse from me during an average training session.”

“You’re just saying that,” Ignis mumbled, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip. “Mmm, Gladio, this is delicious. Thank you.”

Gladio crossed his legs, leaning back with a pleased smile. “Heh. Thought you’d like that. And no, I’m not just saying that. Noct is pissed off, but he’ll live. Try some of the scone.”

Ignis reached into the paper bag obediently. “I should have waited until after class,” he muttered. “Or warned him about the topic before hand.”

“Yeah, that probably would’ve helped.”

“I just don’t want to allow him more special privileges than I already have! How am I supposed to prepare him for his future responsibilities if I keep treating him differently from the other students? Can you imagine, just last night he actually asked me to check his homework!”

“Did you?”

“What do you think?” Ignis snapped. “We live together for Eos’s sake, of course I did!"

“Yikes. How’s the scone?”

Ignis scowled. “You really must stop bringing me sugar. This is why my skin is breaking out.”

“One bite won’t hurt, prince charming.”

Ignis broke a off a tiny piece and popped it into his mouth, but not before shooting Gladio a glare.

“Relax, Iggy. Just give Noct a little time to cool down, think things through. He’ll come around.”

Ignis gave him a doubtful look. He took another bite.

“At least this scone is palatable.”

Gladio flashed him a cheeky smile. “Does that mean you’ll raise my grade professor?”

“I’ll consider it. After all, for an auditing student you do have unusually consistent attendance.”

“Someone’s gotta show up and keep the crown prince in line. Who better than his protector and professional babysitter, the royal shield?”

“Pity you have to sit through my lectures. I imagine it’s dull.”

“Nah. You’re way more interesting than the profs I had during my undergrad.”

‘A lot easier on the eyes, too,’ he thought. His gaze lingered on Ignis’s full, rosy lips before silently flickering away.

“There’s no need for flattery, Gladio. It’s not like I can actually give you credit for the course.”

“Sorry. Guess your little front row fan club is wearing off on me.”

Ignis reddened. He took a hurried sip of coffee, obviously stalling. Gladio grinned, letting himself indulge in the rare sight of a flustered Ignis.

“If the students show enthusiasm,” Ignis began, once he’d finished composing himself, “it is merely due to the engaging nature of the subject.”

“Oh, right. Lucian history makes me blush and squeal, too.”

“Did you come here for the sole purpose of force feeding me scones and distracting me from my work?”

“Why, is it working? Just kidding,” he added quickly at the stern look he received. “Actually, I thought we should touch base on our lovely royal charge’s training schedule over the Solstice. Iris has been bugging me about plans. She wants to invite the entire Amicitia clan over for a get-together.”

“Let me pull up my calendar.” Ignis swiveled in his chair, facing the computer monitor. Gladio contemplated his profile, thrown into sharp relief by the glow of the LED back-light. A million potential lines ran through his head. ‘It should be illegal to be so gorgeous.’ ‘You ever seen an angel up close? Because those cheekbones are high enough to graze the heavens.’

“Got any plans for the Solstice, Iggy?”

“I’m hoping to finish drafting my thesis proposal,” Ignis answered, with a light click of the mouse. “I’d also like to try my hand at a leiden sweet potato casserole. See if I can get Prince Noctis to eat something other than meat for a change.”

Gladio snickered. “Good luck with that last one. By the way, what’s your thesis about again? Food politics - “

“ - with Duscae as a case study for increased multifunctionality in agricultural policy making, yes.” Ignis spared him a brief glance, eyes crinkled with amusement. “I’m impressed you remember.”

‘Course I do,’ Gladio thought dismally. ‘I’ve Moogle searched every article you’ve ever published.’

Fortunately, he was spared the need to reply. One more click of the mouse, and Ignis was tilting the monitor in his direction.

“There we are. So, which dates does Iris have in mind?”

“She’s really got her eyes set on the day of the Solstice, as well the day right before and after. She needs me to help cook, put out decorations…”

‘Basically all the stuff we used to do when mom was around,’ he thought.

“I see. Why don’t I just make a note on my calendar for now? We can continue meeting as planned for the next two weeks. When it comes time, we'll evaluate how Noct is doing. Perhaps it won’t even be necessary for us to meet over the week of the Solstice.”

“Thanks Iggy. I appreciate it.”

“Certainly. It’s imperative that you spend quality time with your family over the holidays, uninterrupted.”

His smile was sad. Of course; Ignis didn't really have any family around to celebrate with. Gladio jiggled his knee, hesitating.

“H-hey, Iggy,” he began cautiously. “Y’know, if you don’t have any plans for the Solstice, you’re always welcome to - “

“Ah, Ignis! Just the man I was looking for.”

Ignis stood as two people Gladiolus had never seen before entered the office. The first was an attractive, bespectacled woman with golden hair swept back in an elegantly casual updo. Gladio, always the gentleman, rose instantly to his feet, pushing in his chair and squeezing back against the bookshelf in an effort to free up some space for her in the tiny room. She was followed by a pale young man who stood shoulder to shoulder with Gladiolus, which was a rare enough occurrence. What was really odd was Ignis's reaction. He blanched as the man entered. Then he was turning away to face the woman, almost as if he'd never even noticed the other visitor at all.

“Dr. Trepe! To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Her lips curved in a perfect cupid’s bow. “Ignis, dear, how many times must I remind you? Call me Quistis. Anyway, I was just giving Prince Ravus a tour of the department.” She gestured toward the man beside her.

Oh - so that’s why he looked familiar. Gladio had often seen the royal Nox Fleuret duo on magazine covers or on TV. Ravus cut a striking figure in person, with his wintry complexion and dual colored eyes. He seemed to resent being watched, interrupting Gladio’s examination with a peculiarly frigid glare.

“Prince Ravus will be joining our department as a research scholar next semester,” Quistis explained. “Your majesty, Ignis is a grad student and TA in our department. As you may be aware, he also serves as the royal advisor to Crown Prince Noctis. He’s quite the feather in the department’s cap.”

Gladio beamed, eyeing Ignis with pride. What he saw surprised him. Iggy’s shoulders were tense, his face frozen in a mask of false politeness.

Something was wrong.

“Thank you, Dr. Trepe. As it stands, I’ve already had the good fortune of making Mr. Scientia’s acquaintance.”

Gladio’s eyes snapped in Ravus’s direction. His expression was unreadable, but his tone of voice suggested that whatever fortune had been at play was anything but “good.”

“Indeed.” Ignis mustered a weak smile. “I’m honored his highness remembers me.”

Ravus flinched, the movement so quick it was barely perceptible. Gladio glanced between them. Whatever vibe was going on here, he didn't like it one bit. He asked the question before he could stop himself.

“How do you two know each other?”

Ignis gasped. “Oh, by the six - where are my manners? Dr. Trepe - “

“Quistis.”

“Quistis” - Ignis blushed - “and Prince Ravus, please allow me to introduce Gladiolus Amicitia, Prince Noctis’s sworn shield, as well as one of my dearest friends.”

Gladio’s chest swelled until it threatened to burst. He crossed his arms, lip quirking up into a satisfied smirk.

'Dearest friend, huh?'

“I see,” Quistis murmured, tapping her chin. Her eyes ran up and down Gladio’s frame with an openly appraising look. “I apologize for interrupting your discussion, Gladiolus. I doubt we made a very good impression.”

“Meeting a colleague of Iggy’s is never an imposition,” Gladio assured her. “Especially not when that colleague is as elegant and beautiful as yourself.”

Quistis blushed, blue eyes sparkling behind her spectacles. “I never imagined the royal shield was such a charmer. You’ll have to bring him around more often, Ignis.”

There was a momentary, infinitesimal fracture in Ignis’s facade. “Yes, well, I daren’t keep his majesty any longer," he said quickly. "I’m sure you’re both quite eager to continue the tour. Prince Ravus, it truly was a pleasure seeing you again. I look forward to our collaboration in the coming semester.”

“As do I,” Ravus snapped, his words laced with such venom that even Quistis sent him a mildly startled look. “Dr. Trepe, shall we?”

“C-certainly. Gladiolus, it was a pleasure. And Ignis, we’ll be seeing you tonight at the reception, won’t we?”

“Of course. The Grand Hotel Insomnia at six o’ clock, correct?”

“Not exactly ideal weather for an event, is it?” Gladio interjected, frowning. “The roads are supposed to freeze after seven.”

Ignis dismissed him with a breezy laugh. “Yes, well, you know what they say Gladio - the show must go on! Until tonight then, Dr. Trepe...Prince Ravus.”

He bowed at the waist. Gladio rushed to follow suit, but not before glimpsing the pain that flashed across the prince’s strange, distant eyes. Then he was gone, sweeping off down the hall without a word of acknowledgement. Quistis rushed after him. Gladio waited until he no longer heard the clicking of her high heels before he spoke.

“What was that all about?”

Ignis began fussing with the papers on his desk. “Dr. Trepe was introducing the newest addition to our department.”

“Who you just happen to already know.”

“Is that so odd? You and I often cross paths with royalty in our line of work.”

“Uh-huh.” Gladio approached the desk, leaning over and splaying both hands across the surface. “So, you gonna tell me how you two actually know each other?”

“I don’t see that it’s any concern of yours,” Ignis replied, voice unusually clipped. Gladio ignored the sting.

“I’m just curious - y’know, as a dear friend and colleague. Why so defensive?”

Ignis slammed down a folder, nostrils flaring. “Fine. Spring 752. I did a semester in Tenebrae. Prince Ravus was a student at the university. We made acquaintance.”

“And?”

“And what?”

Gladio shrugged. “Dunno. Just thought I sensed some hostility between you two.”

“Enough, Gladio!”

The outburst stunned them both. Gladio took a step back. He ran a hand through his hair, trying fiercely not to look as hurt as he felt. After a long moment of silence, Ignis heaved a sigh.

“Forgive me, Gladio. It’s just a rather...unpleasant story, if I’m being honest. I wasn’t expecting to meet him like this, and...I’d rather not talk about it all just yet.”

Gladio chuckled harshly. “Why are you apologizing? I’m the one being the asshole here. Sticking my nose in your business. But if you ever do feel like talking about it, or there’s any way I can help...just let me know.”

“Thank you, Gladio,” he said softly, and the smile he turned on him was so full of warmth and relief that it hurt to look at.

Gladio hurried to change the subject.

“You sure you’re good to go to this reception thing? Ravus will probably be there, too.”

“I’ll be fine. I merely need a moment to compose myself. I do apologize I won’t be able to join you at the gym today. I was quite looking forward to showing off my new gains.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. Gladio snorted.

“Save it for next time, hot shot. But seriously, Iggy - the roads are supposed to get pretty bad tonight. Call me if you need a ride.”

“Certainly; I’m sure Dr. Trepe would just love it if you popped by.”

“Iggy.”

“Don’t worry; I promise I’ll behave myself.”

“You better. Don’t wanna go setting a bed example for Noct.”

Ignis’s smile fell. Gladio rolled his eyes, reaching for the half-eaten pastry on the desk.

“Talk to ‘im,” he said through a mouthful of scone. “Better yet, feed him and then talk. He’s always in a better mood when his stomach’s full.”

“Oh Gladio.” Ignis shook his head. “If only I could be as certain as you are.”

‘But I’m not certain,’ Gladio thought to himself. The uncertainty followed him as he took his leave, wandering through the empty halls of the department alone. Noct could be stubborn, and Ignis had a tendency to cave in. Hopefully they'd be able to come to terms without too much of a fuss.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didnt see the figure rounding the corner, hurtling straight at him. He barely managed to come to a stop before they collided.

“Whoa there!” he exclaimed, stumbling backward. “My bad, are you - ?”

The charity in his voice withered and died as he looked up into the face of the passerby.

Ravus Nox Fleuret.

“Ahem. Pardon me, your majesty.” He stepped aside, the polite gesture a reflex after so many years as a retainer. Ravus, however, stood quite still, eyes fixed on Gladio intently - almost as if he were measuring him up.

Gladio’s jaw clenched.

“There a problem, highness?”

Ravus looked away, making a soft, dismissive noise in the back of his throat. He strode past Gladio with his nose held high, sharp footsteps echoing off the walls like a hailstorm. Gladio’s eyes narrowed, gaze following him over his shoulder. The uneasy feeling was back, creeping up from the pit of his stomach like clutching vines.

Whatever history Ravus and Iggy had together, Gladio had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t the good kind.

He tore himself away with a sigh.

“Forget about it,” he muttered firmly. “Iggy can handle himself. It’s not like you have any say in the matter, anyway.”

Still, it was a good thing he kept a spare set of clothes locked up at the campus rec facility. He was gonna need an extra challenging workout today.

TBC...