#oh no the monkeys are being fruity again

[quesocheeso]

Thinking about the monkeys rn

(Drafting past sunset!shadowpeach for lore👍)

[newkatzkafe2023]

Ooh, I really liked the request where the reader wanted children. Can you please write something like that, but the reverse version, with Wukongs is who are have a Baby Fever with a oblivious wife reader?

Awwww, I'm glad you did, and I would love too

(Lmk Wukong) He did not see this coming like at all, it all started when he went to Visit Mk at pigsy's noodle shop when a baby girl would not stop staring at him, and he made some faces making her giggle. The mother laughed, saying that her daughter liked him but asked if he wanted to hold her, and Wukong froze and tried to decline before, but the little girl climbed on him, making him hold her. Wukong found himself singing an old Chinese lullaby to her while the baby girl giggled and cooed at him. Then he realized something

(Lmk Wukong) I need to tell my queen that I want a little prince or princess🤗

(HIB Wukong) When did this dude not have baby fever, I mean he is in a way kinda obsessed with Luier and Silly girl and when he met you it happened again. The nail on the coffin was when you started to be a motherly figure to both the children as well, making dinner and washing their clothes and even taking care of them when they were sick. Wukong would watch as you took care of them and he immediately flew into a downward spiral, and the final straw being silly girl calling you mama.....

(HIB Wukong) I NEED THIS!!!!!!!👶

(NR Wukong) Oh wow, he never thought that he would go through this type of thing ever, but here we are. You would always mother Li and Su and anyone of their friends, making snacks, and just taking care of everyone. Wukong felt strange ever since he saw that. He started to imagine you with a large pregnant belly, then holding fuzzy monkey cubs and taking care of countless Little boys and girls and it help him make a decision

(NR Wukong) Do I want to make my wife a MILF???........absolutely🤤

(MKR Wukong) it started when fruity joined your weird and chaotic little family, Wukong watched you baby the hell out of that little chi spirit. It's been messing with him ever since then he's never seen you as the motherly type, more like the.....I'LL KILL YOU B*TCH type. The more this went on the more, it fester inside him make him do something he never do. Talk about his thoughts to his master, and that's when he learned about baby fever and what it was.

(MKR Wukong) Wait so this whole time, I wanted a cub......how do I tell yn???😖👉👈

(Netflix Wukong) Oh you mother him and Lin all the time. Wukong was always blushing whenever you bring a packed lunch, or bandage his little boos boos as you kiss his injuries. You also would wash Lin's clothes and brush her hair, and make sure that you would provide for them. This also messes with his wants for a family to fill the void and that makes him think for once in his immortal life.

(Netflix Wukong) Maybe she'll want this too☺️

(BMW Wukong) He's been wanting a family with you for years, especially with the way you treat the baby monkeys of the island. Wukong had watched you tend to and treat the cubs like they were yours this whole time, and this fills him with fantasies about your pregnancy and family and went you kissed a baby cubs goodnight was the final straw.

(BMW Wukong) MY QUEEN I NEED TO KNOCK YOU UP IMMEDIATELY 😍

(Destined one)...................................so it's come to this.........the Destined one wants a cub of his own.......with you of..........alllll people. You guys were staying in a village know for it's impeccable daycare and he found children and babies everywhere he went. Then he started to have little Fantasies about a little baby monkey boy looking just like you but acted like him, or vise versa If the cub ended up being a girl. After a few weeks he released something crucial and important

(Destined one)(I want a little family🥹)

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[olinblogin]

Hello! If the request are open, may I ask for a Yan Wukong x Fem Reader x Yan Macaque (romantically) where Reader tries to avoid them to have a time for herself or being with her own friends? I just imagine those two monkeys being the clingy and jealous cats they are XD

Thank you so much! ♡♡♡

Of course! Thank you so much for your request! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

YAN!SUN WUKONG X FEM!READER X YAN!MACAQUE

TW/CW; mentions of alcohol/drinking, slight for, vomiting (because of alcohol), very minor character death

Clicking open the lock to your bedroom window, you took one last glance back at the two simians splayed in your bed; both clutching pillows you’d put in your place. You were thankful for those house canceling earmuffs you got for Macaque…

If not for them, he’d certainly have caught you trying to sneak out by now and dragged you back under the covers.

But you weren’t going to let that happen… you’d waited for too long to go out clubbing with your friends again. Carefully ducking under the window you’d opened, you shuffled out onto the sidewalk and carefully shut the window back.

You grabbed your bag off the ground and made your way down the sidewalk, heels clicking against the concrete rapidly as you made your way to the club.

Finally making your way there you squinted at the fluorescent lights that displayed the name; “The June Joint”.

You opened the door and were met with the scent of what you could only assume was a mix of BO, alcohol, and fruity vapes. You got over it soon when you saw your friends, rushing over to them and saying your hellos. It soon progressed to you all dancing drunkly on the dance floor… you couldn’t even hear the song playing; let alone if they were playing one at all.

You’d promised yourself you’d only have one drink tonight, but that one drink soon turned into two, and a few shots. Feeling a bit queasy you wobbled your way to the bar to get ahold of yourself. The were playing ‘Copacabana’ and as much as you wanted to dance right now, a migraine was starting to form at a splitting pace.

You fished your phone out of your bra, immediately sobering up in horror when you read the notifications… 13 missed calls, 57 unread messages.

“Oh, shit.” You scrambled to the entrance of the club; only to be dragged back by a clammy hand. “C’mon pretty girl, no need to rush… come dance with me and my guys and we’ll give you something worthwhile..” the man slurred. With a grimace you tried to take your arm back… but he had a real good grip.

“I’m sorry… I’d love to. But I’m taken, I need to get home too.” And at those words it almost seemed like it summoned two other men, tatted out and brooding. “He doesn’t gotta know. Besides I’m sure I can give you so much more than a shrimp-dick that you’re dati—“

CRACK…

His clammy hand fell from your arm as you stared down at the crumpled figure in horror, silence wafted over the club before screams rang out. You noticed a familiar staff end cascaded with golden clouds embroidered into it. uh oh..

Amidst the chaos you were tugged back by another hand, craning your neck to see Macaque holding you close and glowering at Wukong, who was beating the corpse of the man who dared to touch you to a bloody pull.

“That idiot… he could’ve gotten that disgusting man’s blood on you.” Macaque snarled lowly as he lay his head on top of yours, waiting for Wukong to finish beating the hell out of an already dead man.

When finished, Wukong looked back at you while slightly panting from exertion… “[Y/N]! What the hell were you doing out without us?! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

Before you could reply you felt the floor below you vanish; falling through on of Macaque’s shadow portals and back to your house. Still having alcohol in your system, that definitely didn’t work in your favor.

They were both about to scold you when they watched you scramble to the bathroom and hurl into the toilet. Wukong and Macaque looked at each other with their ears flattened, both immediately going to your side on the bathroom floor. Wukong held your hair back for you and Macaque rubbed your back while you emptied the contents of your stomach.

It felt like hours until you’d finally come to a halt, leaning back against the bathtub while Macaque whipped your mouth and readied a toothbrush. “I’m so sorry… I should’ve known you’d get sick when we went through my shadows. Can you ever forgive me, Starlight?” Macaque asked quietly as he carefully brushed your teeth for you.

Wukong soon came back with armfuls of food. Sitting down by your side he sifted through the foods. “Wukong what the hell is all this?! She needs something light! Like toast or crackers!” Macaque scolded as Wukong’s tail flicked with panic. “I-I didn’t know what to get her— you’re the one who knows stuff about nutrition and stuff!” Wukong shoveled everything back I to his arms and scurried to the kitchen once again.

Wukong scrambled back in with some crackers and water for you. Whatever they were angry about earlier they’d completely forgotten about when you’d gotten sick.

“Are you feeling any better, Sunshine?” Wukong asked as his tail curled around your leg. “Not really… the. Crackers are helping, though.” You mumbled hoarsely.

“Well at least it’s helping..” Macaque muttered, carefully scooping you up and laying you in the bed, pulling the covers over you and getting a bucket just in case. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything? Snacks? Drinks? Kisses?” Wukong asked frantically, sitting at the edge of the bed by your side. “No.. it’s okay. I just wanna sleep off this migraine, please.”

Wukong nodded and shuffled to snuggle into your arms, Macaque snuggling up behind you as you lay sandwiched between them both.

“Good night, [Y/N],”

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Return'

Doug and I have made up for our disagreement regarding Montana. I did not, in fact, go to his St Patrick's Day party (due to the fact I was busy with my daughter's Scout pack being in the parade), but we bonded over the insane weather in our region recently.

He had a lot of strong opinions on this, and it was a little scattered. Kind of like most TV shows, I guess.

CW: Doug Doug's on and continues to have Feelings about Certain Geographic Locations. Enjoy!

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Episode 4: “Redneck Family Bonding”

You know how I know them clone boys is from Florida?

Because the show opens to Little Orphan Blonde sleeping in their busted work van wearing a puka shell necklace while her brother Daddy Warcrimes is shooting fruit on the beach all while their adopted mutant dog chases critters away from the trash can.

Yup. Average day in Florida. 

Of course Daddy Rambo is sitting on the ledge, watching Daddy Warcrimes and mumbling to himself. Do you think he peeps on the neighbors in the other part of Space Daytona? He totally does. Daddy Rambo, you need a girlfriend, make that fruity robot wear a skirt and take it out on a date or something. 

Hell YEAH, my boy Toaster Strudel is BACK! Look at him hugging everyone. Good man. Love him. Why is Daddy Warcrimes still wearing that fisherman sweater, is it St. Patrick’s Day still? Where’s Rex? Oh well. 

And they’re chilling out on Hoops’s porch, chugging the man’s liquor and eating his sushi. I would, too. Oh man, they’re referencing Ryan-from-Accounting. I’m sad now. Where’s Church Lady? Probably realized she was too good for Ryan-from-Accounting, or maybe she found his bitch wife Laura and now they wine buddies. I guess. 

Aw, Mutant Jimmers is friends with the monkeys. God damn, I love Mutant Jimmers. 

No one can hack into the iPad Little Orphan Blondie took from her internship at the Museum of Science and Industry. Little Orphan Blondie’s a kid, make the kid do it! All kids know how iPads work! 

They still kept Daddy Warcrimes’s armor with the Georgia colors and the skulls! And that’s why Daddy Rambo won’t look at him–look at Daddy Rambo’s colors, man’s a Gator fan and the SEC decides everything now don’t it. 

So…they’re going back to Space Wyoming? Oh man, I remember this dump. I hope they threw THAT BLOND JACKASS’S body in a dumpster and let the bears eat it. 

Back to the walk-in refrigerator where Daddy Warcrimes hung out with….oh. Oh. Sassy Park Ranger. Oh. But hey they found an ATM! How else are they gonna buy weed out here? 

You know it’s a redneck family vacation because someone’s gotta get out of the trailer and turn on the circuit breaker cause there’s no power and they gotta watch the Saints play. At least they ain’t hot wiring the HMS Search Warrant to power shit up. Actually, it would be great if they did–that’s some redneck engineering right there and it’s good bonding for those angry boys. 

Oh the daddy fight! Daddy Warcrimes and Daddy Rambo need the therapy and they ain’t gonna get it so they gonna do what rednecks do when they upset and need to talk…go outside the trailer and scream and shove each other while the dog barks at everything. Someone needs to trip on a rusty rake now. I feel like I’m watching my own family on Christmas.

Of course, turning off the power means the critters are coming! Is it gonna be a snow gator? No? Oh man it’s one of them worms from that sand movie that Bobbie Lee keeps talking about! 

Go go Daddy Warcrimes go! Save Daddy Rambo! 

Once again, they rednecks, because nothing solves a problem like shooting a gun repeatedly into the ground. Don’t none of these folks have a taser? Some bear mace? Come on, there’s a Wal Mart on Space Daytona I know there is. 

Mutant Jimmers is helping everyone out! Go Mutant Jimmers go! When does Mutant Jimmers get her own show? 

Toaster Strudel bitching at everyone as he gonna do. I agree Toaster Strudel, I agree. 

Man look at Little Orphan Blondie go and there’s Julio doing all the work while being chased by the snow critter. Why does every animal on earth wanna mate with Julio I swear to God. 

And they turned the power back on and boom no more critter chasing. This is the most redneck show I swear I’m watching a show about my idiot brother in law and his friends in Wyoming. 

Nothing brings the family together like going out to an abandoned trailer, searching for the power, shooting guns, getting chased by critters and a screaming shove-fight outside while the dog chases a big-assed animal away from the garbage. Yup. Space rednecks. They all need NASCAR shirts. 

Well, they got the iPad working again….back to Space Florida! And they all getting along.

Meat Muffin, why did this episode make me so happy?

Tagging Doug's fans because yes: @skellymom @cdblake1565 @megmca @sued134 @eyecandyeoz @amalthiaph @yeehawgeek @eelfuneral @thecoffeelorian @lightwise @archivistofnerddom @askyourfox @heavenseed76 @totallyunidentified

[evadingreallife]

@kamijoxversailles you want to go? I can do this all day.

I never had lapsang souchong (i dont think so at least), and yes actually i misspoke and meant earthy for the pu'er. Specifically the yunnan pu'er shu i have at home. I like it a lot and it's got a very specific taste. I assume it's a commonality between pu'er but i havent tasted many.

I do not like earl grey nor anything else that has come into contact with bergamot. In fact, i hate bergamot with the passion of a thousand burning suns. That's a character flaw im afraid, and i wont budge.

Of course i meant loose leaves whenever possible. Loose leaves got me in a chokehold and refuse to let me go back to tea bags. Peace was never an option.

As for water temperature, i try to keep it within the recommended range they usually give you when you buy loose tea leaves, but i do ad lib it a lot when the mood strikes (or look it up online and find 10 different results lol). Generally tho it's between 70-85 for green teas depending on the variety and how much i want it to be strong and 90-ish for blacks and pu'er, even tho sometimes i go lower for a more mellow flavour. 95 or whatever for herbal blends and ofc 70 or lower for whites. Brewing times tend to be however much i think it's going to be required, unless i forget it and oversteep the leaves lmao. Usually a minute-ish (?) with blacks and greens, but it varies. And ofc i wash out the leaves first. And i usually brew it at least twice or more depending.

Anyways usually my teas are long jing or jasmine green tea, yunnan dianhong if im feeling in the mood for black tea or my aforementioned pu'er. I have a Mystery Tea that a friend gifted me that she swears it's a green tea but i actually think it's a yellow one because it's really mellow, but i cant be sure. I do have some tieguanyin too and a white monkey, but i do not drink them as much. I have some assam tea but its just kind of sitting there forgotten bc it feels too strong a flavour no matter how little i brew it, and a vietnamese green tea that tastes like spinach is i oversteep it. Weird. I had a laaarge bag of qimen and some yinzhen that i struggled to finish and i never want to drink qimen ever again now but that's it. And i hate hate hate bi luo chun, but that may be because i didnt know how to steep it yet back when i had it. I have a bag of kukicha that's pretty neat, even tho i get the feeling it's a weird tea choice bc it's not leaf based.

I have no idea what tung ting is tbh, and im not the biggest sencha fan, but i could be moved to give them a first or second try. Whenever i had it i havent liked matcha at all but that could be because maybe ive never had it properly brewed so im reserving judgement on that one.

Which kind of yunnan tea did you mean tho? I have at least two teas that have yunnan in their name by virtue of being from the yunnan region, so im a bit lost there.

We call rooibos tea in my language even tho it's not, so that's why it's on there (and i dont like the flavour, what can i do), and by fruity teas i dont mean herbal blends i mean specifically those tea blends that have fruit flavours mixed inside. Ew. No. Just no. For context: i was that kid that hated candies and chewing gum and any and all "artificial fruit flavour" ever. Fruit flavoured teas just are an all around bad experience to me.

Now, that's different from herbal blends in my books, specifically because i am all for plants and flowers releasing flavours in my hot water, and that's what i mean by herbal blends. Idk if it has another name in english. May be infusions? No idea. Anyways in my home we are devout chamomile drinkers and any and all herbal blends we come across tbh. Chrysantemum anyone? Just me? I blame that one on my study period abroad.

Oh and i dont like to drink tea with milk bc i prefer the taste of plain tea (no sugar no nothing ofc, that should be obvious at this point). I do drink milk tea on occasion (the occasion being me going to a boba place with friends and not wanting the boba part so i can only get the milk tea part) but i dont like it much so i dont go out of my way to get it. And i hate tapioca pearls, sorry not sorry. It links back to me hating candies and gummies unfortunately. And it's not as if i can get plain tea there bc those shops here tend to have really really strong (and bitter!) tea so it can better complement the milk. Or something. Not a fun drink at all.

Ive never had masala chai nor any other indian tea variations so i cant say anything in favour or against that.

Hmmmm that's it for my Tea Opinions? Yea that's it. For now.

(yes im coming for yall)

[puppet2611]

//from 4.24.23

daniel said to write more in here and im in a5 brainrot hell so

THIS PART OF A5 WAS ACTUALLY TAKEN FROM AN EARILER CONCEPT OF LF...

ok so its nothing too specific or special - just that the characters zodiacs have a special part in their stories ig 💥💥

well it only rlly applies to micheal and adam ngl

micheals a goat and adams a monkey 💥💥 (im talking abt chinese/birth year zodiacs)

this doesnt go into anything too deep, goat just means sacrifice and monkey is just a reference to a monkeys paw

micheal is really the only thing the family ever had to sacrifice and it fits in with him being catholic soo why not!! adams just a horrible bad luck attractor btw. ollies luck is sm better when hes not around

oh yeah abt oliver i decided hes gonna either b transfem or bigender 👍👍 he/she prns r fine & he goes by oliver, ollie or oliver :]

might as well continue and finish it idk

olivers also bi-romantic & asexual :3

adam and micheal r both cissies/lhj... adams deadass just gay and micheal is panromantic asexual ^_^ only reason adams not ace is for my sillu dilly rps with mfs on chai/hj

I WISH I HAD SONGS TO ASSIGN THEM BUT I RLLY DINT HAVE ANYTHING RN... i guess olivias sweet tooth by cavetown but thats like it lmfao

THIS IS SO WRONG NOW... NEW MICHEAL CONCEPT (replying to micheals old concept design)

2nd img is after death/ in the afterlife !! dont mind the text

SHITPOST ART OF HIM FROM A MAGMA WITH BUGZ BTW 😭😭 its too goofy not to show

stupid gay/j

OH YEAH I HAVE TO ADD CONTEXT TO THIS BUT UHMM I WAS RPING AS ADAM WITH A RANDOM CHARACTER FROM A FANDOM IM IN AND THEY GOT TOO FRUITY. THIS POPPED IN MY MIND WHILE I WAS OUT SHOPPING W/ MY DAD 😦 the canon charaer on first img. im cringe and a oc x canon shipper

this was set after micheals death kind of in a au where adam doesnt get depression and fixates on him for years on end 💀 but anyways itd kinda be funny if it wasnt // if they had an open relationship but when micheal finds out hes just like. "you fucked the mf bishop of the basilica?? how am i gonna show up to church each week w/o him staring at me funny now." 😭😭

anyways that eas just a random thought

i was thinking that red would be yhe overall main color for the story :3c adam already wears red usually, red is practically going to be micheals main color in art concepts i have and oliver just looks good in it lol

oh i forgot to mention earlier

i havent done the math for what year oliver wouldve been born in but im thinking his zodiac would be a dog.. theres nothing big behind it either, its just that hes kinda lost w/o adam or micheal and would probably run back to them no matter what - slight reference to the song like a dog ^^ - but its also kinda based on the fact habit said he gave off doberman vibes lol

unless yall rlly wanna judge them based off their birth month zodiacs i dont think ill give them actual birthdays 💀 but micheals birthday is april 5, just because its kind of a main part to yhe story.. (ihy server stfu abt zodiacs for one second challenge fr. i got called slurs bcz im a leo)

mentioning this again!!

i have basic ideas on how to draw scenes attached to the lyrics now :)

"see how his feet miss the ground" - plain red background against two feet just kinda dangling from the top. the lyrics are right below the shadow

"and he falls inside a hole he dug for me" - i really didnt know what to for this even after hours of thinking since micheal never planned to kill adam or anything alike so i just opted to have adam standing there in shock again, against a plain red background. theres might be a little of that on his hands too :]

"the kind of irony youd read in bible stories" - shillouette of micheal sitting up jn his grave. the backgrounds still red. hes holding a white book with yellow text on it ^_^ you might be able to infer what the book is from the lyrics imo (replying to another msg. too long to include )

i might make a bunch more oc x canon (8:11) interactions soon too :33 or crossover stuff

like ryker meeting both emilio and oliver (mc meeting lol) or emilio meeting micheal since micheal wanted to be a priest but last minute settled for being a jeweler 😞

i deadass kinda want micheal to meet my friends oc felix but i have not the slightest idea how that would work

ooo micheal and aster meeting would be cool too ( old jewelery making mfs/silly )

Anyways that's all I've got for now!! i might come back jn a bit or some other time ^^

[lazywolfwanted]

MKR x Ink!Demon![Y/N]

[Chapter 5]

English is not my first language, so there might be a bad grammar and wrong spelling.

Reader is gender neutral, I ain't like choosing gender so I make S/O use they/them.

Sleep.

Sleep is what you are doing right now, you haven't took any of those precious sleep for like three days.

Thought it particularly an after noon, great time to take a nap.

Meanwhile, you're devil tail constantly being played by the fruit child but you don't mind. You're [Y/N]! The 'Dancing Demon'. Of course you couldn't resist an adorable child who what to play with you.

With Boris, your little brother, help explaining to the group about both of you're situation. You can take on 'You Time' and take a nap.

"I see..." the monk said, lost in thoughts. "I've never seen something like this ever happened." he admitted.

Boris sigh, "It's fine, as long as my big [𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧/𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧] is safe I'm happy." he said and smile.

An apple hit the ink demon heads resulting them to jolt awake, looking around before went back to sleep.

"Yeah, safe." the ink wolf said, "So what you're saying is that, you guys from the future and then suddenly got transferred here?" Sha Wujing ask with curiosity.

"I guess you could say that..." he shrugged, "I was suprised myself." he admitted. Fruitie then jump on their chest but accidentally step on the scarf edge and slipped.

The scarf got slipped away with him, the monk cover his mouth in shock while Sha Wujing let a suprised bubble.

"What?" Bajie ask and followed their gaze and let a scream of suprised, Wukong lift his brow and turn to ink demon. Eyes widen, Fruitie shake his head before looking at the ink demon but let a suprised gasp.

Boris star at them in confusion, "Hm?" he followed their gaze. "Oh..." while [Y/N] snoring quietly, their scarf was off by Fruitie slipped and revealed their non-existence neck.

Their head just float in the air, "Do not worry friends, that is how [He/She] was made." Boris assured. "'Made'?" the Sage ask.

The ink wolf nodded, "We are made for cartoon, thought we come to life." he state. "[Y/N] was design as a 'Dancing Demon', always make others smile." he said.

"I would play a clarinet, and Alice..." he stop, ears bend down. "Anyway, we were made of ink's. So it's ok some part of our body is unavailable." he said.

"How did you came to live then?" he pause, "We got brought to live by a machine, we call it 'The Ink Machine'. Our creator use it and brought us to real world." he exclaim.

"Really? Can you guys get revived after death or something?" the monkey ask, "Wukong." Sanzang scolded. "What?" he shake his head.

"Oh, well..." "We didn't got 'revived'." they turn to see the ink demon was awake. "We made of ink's, what's the point on being revived? We're immortalized." they bluntly state.

"Besides, you can't destroyed an ink." they added and shot a small blob of ink at Wukong. It hit his cheek, he wipe it away and glare at them.

"See, even if you got rid of it by using water, it remained there." they lean on the tree. "It was gone but from you, it will always appeared everywhere." they yawn.

"Ink was made to create something, it will be hard to get rid of." they peak their left eye.

"But sometimes it always have a price of the ink." they said. Looking down and lost in though.

Boris put his hand on their shoulder, "Kinda a 'small' price..." he added.

Night eventually came, [𝙔/𝙉] sat on top of the tree looking through the dark sky full of star, they blankly watch the star shine.

"Henry?" the little ink demon tuck on the man sleeve, "Yes [𝙔/𝙉]?" the man turn away from his work place and smile at them.

"Will you ever leave us?" they ask hesitantly, the man paused, "Will you ever leave me?" they ask again.

Henry pat their head, "Of course not, I would never leave you guys." he smile softly.

"The hell you doing up here?" they snapped out of the memory and glance from their shoulder to see Wukong crouching while having his brow lifted.

They roll their eyes and look back forward, "None of your business." they state and look forward. Wukong rolled his eyes and sat beside them.

"Stop sulking, you look ugly when doin' it." he said, they gave a slight glare at him. "Stupid monkey..." they muttered, unfortunately Wukong heard that and growl.

"Why you-" "Stop losing temper for a sec', cute fuzzy face." they bluntly said with uninterested face.

For some reason, Wukong felt his heart bumped up and feel the heat rise up to his cheek.

They sigh, it was silent for a minutes. Wukong just stare at them while they ignore him. "Just missed someone, ok? Now can you leave me alone?" they said annoyed.

He just stare at them, they t'sk and cover his face with their tail. Pushing his face a side only for it to be gripped, "Who is that 'someone'?" they growl.

"My creator, there, happy? Now leave me alone." they snapped and folded their arms, they turn away to not let him saw the tears flew down their cheek.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around their waist and lift them to someone laps. "Wha-" they look up and saw it was Wukong who stare back at them, "What the hell are you doing?!" "Shush, I'm trying my best on comforting you." he exclaim.

"What?" they deadpanned, "I heard all mortals use this...'hug' to comforted someone when they sad." he said.

They rolled their eyes and look down, it was a comfortably silent before they have their tail wrapped around his leg.

"You like it, don't you?~" he teased, they growl as their face turned red in embarrassment. "I never ask for any comforted." they grumble.

=Next Morning=

Boris smile at the sight, [𝐘/𝐍] and Wukong was cuddling each other and have the wolf suprised that his older [𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫/𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫] didn't shove the monkey away.

I finally finished this thing.

[jasontoddiefor]

A gift for @thenegoteator :D

It took a Temple to raise a child, and Mace Windu was very much aware of this. However, it did not explain what Ahsoka Tano was doing at his door in the middle of the night. Ahsoka had deep bags under her eyes, which wasn’t too much of a surprise considering the current living arrangements of her lineage. While little Luke and Leia were relatively well-behaved newborns, they were still only a few weeks old. If their human caretakers didn’t wake up at every single little whimper, then the togruta with the superior hearing certainly would.

“Do you want to come inside?” Mace asked, not letting his confusion show. He was used to people coming to his door at the oddest hours.

“If—if I can?” Ahsoka replied as if only now becoming aware of her actions. In this, she reminded Mace of her Grandmaster and the many nights Mace had found Obi-Wan coming to his doorstep during the first months of Anakin’s stay at the Temple.

“My door is always open, Padawan,” Mace said – and watched her wince.

Ah.

So there was the problem.

“Caleb is currently sleeping in my bed as Depa is away,” Mace explained. “So please keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake him unnecessarily.”

The boy had already had a hellish enough month behind him, he needed all the rest he could get. Even though the war was officially over, enough planets refused to surrender, drawing out the battles until they had nothing but children left to sacrifice. It weighed on Mace’s shoulders, making him wonder whether he wasn’t too old to carry such burdens still.

Ahsoka nodded and followed Mace inside. He couldn’t recall whether Ahsoka had been in his room before, but from the way she eagerly looked around his quarters, taking in the sight of old instruments, books, and holos, he guessed she hadn’t. Well, at one point in their life, every Jedi had set a foot inside Mace’s quarters, so this was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

Ahsoka tore herself away from the sight and looked at him with surprise. “I—yes? That would be nice.”

“Then I will make a cup. Do you have any preferences? I believe I even have Obi-Wan’s favorite blend here.”

Mace had no idea whether he had bought it or if Obi-Wan had just left it here from himself when he came over. Knowing the other man, it was likely that the latter was the case. For a man claiming to be so very polite, Obi-Wan could be a right brat.

Mace’s kitchen was small, with only a few cabinets and one shelf, two cooking tiles, and an oven. He wasn’t much of a cook himself and preferred to eat in the cafeteria with everyone, frequently taste-tasting what the Initiates had prepared. He selected two uneven cups Depa had made for him when she’d been young from the shelf. Why she had decided to pick up pottery of all hobbies was beside him, but he supposed that she found the motion soothing. Devan did enjoy parkouring through the lower levels and Echuu was quite content playing the guitar to calm himself.

Perhaps Mace should focus less on why all three of his Padawans had decided they wouldn’t follow him into theatre so they could continue to make fun of him. Setting the water to boil, Mace searched through his cabinets until he found Obi-Wan’s favorite blend. The fruity tea was far from the blend he preferred, but Mace prided himself on being a good host. While he waited for the tea to finish steeping, Mace enjoyed the quiet of the night. For all that there were few sounds as dear to him as that of people walking, or in the case of some younglings and few selected Knights, running, down their large hallways, Mace could appreciate the quiet when the world came to rest.

With two finished cups in hand, he returned to the living room, where he found Ahsoka curled up on the sofa, no longer studying his quarters for any hidden secrets.

“Thank you,” she said when she accepted the cup from him. She held it in her hands as if to warm them, letting the steam hit her face. She breathed in once, twice, finding her rhythm again. Mace waited until she’d calmed enough to speak up.

“What brings you to my door, Padawan Tano?”

Ahsoka flinched and appeared to make herself even smaller as if attempting to vanish. When it became apparent that it didn’t work, that silence hadn’t been what she had sought him out for, she let out a sigh. “You keep calling that.”

“Calling you what?” Mace asked, his brow raised, playing oblivious.

“… Padawan.”

“Are you not? I was under the impression that you had returned to the Temple.”

“I did, but I still left,” Ahsoka replied. “I left and I was convinced that I had to leave and that it was good that I did. I still think I had to leave the Temple behind.”

“Then why are you torn?”

Ahsoka’s hold on her cup tightened and so, perhaps in wise anticipation, she set it on the table and buried her hands in her robes instead, hiding their twitching from view. Mace could trace all her mannerisms to her teachers and couldn’t imagine what it must be like to purposefully rip all those pieces from yourself when they had become so ingrained in your very being. Even Dooku, who’d fallen so far from their beliefs, had been unable to fully rid himself of Yoda’s lessons. Maybe it was for the best. Hope had become a scarce commodity during the war, yet Mace considered the possibility that in a decade, they wouldn’t be imprisoning a Sith anymore.

“But am I still a Padawan? A member of this Order?” Ahsoka asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she shook like the leaves on the trees in the courtyard.

“Has your Master told you anything different?”

Ahsoka paused. “…. No.”

Seeing that realization was settling within her, Mace nodded. “Then you should not doubt him. You are a Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, and you will remain one as long as you live by our tenets.”

That teased a startled laugh from her. “Compassion for all except people who cheat at push-n-pull?”

As if transported back ten years, hearing Anakin say the same, Mace snorted. “The similarities between you and your Master astonish me every time. Yes, Padawan Tano, compassion for all.”

This seemed to calm the youth as she reached for her cup again and emptied it slowly. “It’s good.”

Mace smiled into his own cup. “I’d be insulted if it wasn’t. Obi-Wan forced me to memorize all the steps for making it.”

The then young Knight had been frazzled, and Mace honestly couldn’t tell what it had been about and had forced Mace to learn how to make this tea until he’d more or less collapsed on Mace’s sofa, completely knocked out until morning when Anakin had picked him up.

“He does do that,” Ahsoka agreed. “I think this is the only thing anyone can make reliably now.”

“Sleep-deprived much?” Mace inquired.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I love Luke and Leia dearly, but they are demanding and need a lot of attention.”

That was honestly kinder than Mace would have described newborns at her age.

“There is a reason why we usually don’t have children this young in the Temple,” Mace said. “They are very handful. Do you get enlisted to help very often?”

Ahsoka shook her head. “No, Obi-Wan, Skyguy, and Padmé got it covered, and I’m mostly just helping out somewhere else.”

She trailed off a little. This, perhaps, was another issue, but one that could be equally easily dealt with.

“Thank you then for going where you are needed,” Mace told her.

Ahsoka blinked. “Huh?”

“You will grow into a specific role someday, Ahsoka, and that needs time. Do not feel as if you need to earn back your place in the Temple. You don’t need to earn yourself a home you have always had. For now, trust me when I say that everyone you’ve helped is glad that you were there. It is an admirable quality to have a sense of where you are needed. Do not see it as being the odd one out.”

This was the hardest lesson to teach and learn, the fact that there was a path out there for you, but that it took time to see where it would lead. Too many of their Padawans now felt utterly lost without the structure the war had provided them with.

“Oh. I guess if you say so.”

“Yes, I do say so,” Mace agreed. Then, eyeing Ahsoka’s empty cup, he added on, “do you want another?”

“No.” Ahsoka yawned. “I think I might best head back.”

“You can also sleep here if you want, and don’t mind Caleb hogging the blanket. I won’t go to bed tonight anyway.”

Ahsoka squinted at him as if attempting to discern whether he was lying. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really—”

“Ahsoka, go to bed.”

Clearly feeling better already, she saluted and, after Mace showed her his bedroom, made herself comfortable in it. She took off her shoes and tossed her robe over a chair before climbing into the bed. Ahsoka had barely laid down when Caleb already turned around to curl around her, clinging like a little monkey. After a moment’s apprehension, she relaxed and was fast asleep. Stealing one last glance at the two Padawan, Mace returned to his living room, looking through the incoming reports.

Hectic as the aftermath of the war was, as much effort as caring for their children was, Mace wouldn’t trade it for a single thing in the world.

[party-gilmore]

(Tagging @darkfinch because replying to you is literally what gave me this thought)

We talk about the pejorative moniker of Eliot being called Moreau's Dog (realistically, probably even a harsher version fitting with the canine them, by the particularly jealous, Moreau's Bitch) and to that effect I 100% believe that Moreau was in possession of Eliot's old military dogtags.

That Eliot, the closet cheesy old-fashioned sap that he his, gave them over to Moreau in what he hoped was a casual, offhand, "...seeing as I'm Yours now, anyway" back when things were Good, when he felt okay about handing Moreau the reigns and saying "I trust you to use me better than my country did."

Then when Moreau let him leave he left, Moreau absolutely one hundred percent kept them so that

1) whenever Eliot thinks about or misses them, gets sentimental/guilty over being the only one out of his military buddies (if/when he tries to go to then to reconnect) he always remembers who he gave himself to instead

2) keeps them in a cute little display case on his desk for any face to face meetings so that Important Enough clients can see and know that Eliot is still Moreau's Dog, even if he's run away for a bit

3) when Eliot finally returns to him (because of COURSE he will) Moreau will have then as tangible proof that Eliot was never free, that Moreau always held the leash, and THIS time they will be displayed even more prominently so he never gets these kind of fool ideas in his head again.

...

And now I'm thinking about The Team finding out post!San Lorenzo (maybe while celebrating Eliot actually let himself cut loose a little bit because BY G-D he's EARNED this celebration, he's FREE! ((and do not get me fucking STARTED on that last scene where he's waking Nate up all early and crowing 'you're a free man, now!' like... like!!!)) so he gets a little uncharacteristically tipsy on fruity cocktails and let's slip that one of his bigger regrets was having to leave them with Moreau).

And Eliot's all growly later like "it is what it is, just leave it alone" and Nate's all like "yeah of course it's just a necklace we can't risk alerting any of his contacts and resources that are still out there about who we are until the heat dies down over just a necklace anyway let's all split up seperately and lie low until season four for six months"

Then Hardison immediately made a group chat without Eliot and like

H: okay but we're definitely gonna go steal those back for him right?

N: Oh yeah. Always were. (👍3)

Then in TLWDJ we get the flashback scenes of "What have yall been up to over the break" and Eliot's is he's actually been chillin' and laying low and cooking a lot, meanwhile The Team has a series of mid-heist flash cuts a la the Sapphire Monkey job in TBWJ as they infiltrate the still VERY heavily secured fancy mansion in [Redacted Jungle Location].

[winterpower98]

I watched the the Monkey King Reborn movie with Kai, Rhy and a few other people!

Here's my reaction to it!

(Obviously contains spoilers for the movie)

If people would like to see the movie, here’s a handy link to where you can watch it free with subtitles

Primordium!?! Wasn't his name Huandi or something?

Is that him?!? Oh no it's just Tripitaka, fuck you

Excuse me!? MY demon!?!

Ah there is our emo boy

Hello what that tongue do?

Look at that statue, look at that background ( I did gush about the backgrounud and character designs a lot so I cut them out of this reaction for the sake of not being tedious)

Rhy: Why did they gave him eyeliner? Me: Why NOT

Everyone in VC: Get his ass

Oh no this is the part with the ugly bugs designs, oh no

Sir don't hit the grandpa

Kai: Sir you're already immortal Me: Does it look like he cares!?!

What the fuck- drugs!?

He actually looks concerned!?

NOW he's angry. Don't touch his monk

Kai: Come and murder Wukong, go boy

RIP to the tree and the babies

With the TONGUE why???

Ah yes, the damsel in distress is back again

Kai: Gay baby jail

I'm still not over the Primordium name

Why did they gave him this... Mafioso walk????

Did we already forget about the horse?

Kai: Fucked up deer Me: HOLY SHIT they're eating each other!?!

Demon: No salamander is this ugly Me: DAMN BOY

WHEEZE

Strike one! That’s a knock-out boys

Kai: Sir you have no eyeliner, how do you hope to win?

*baby fruit appears*

Everyone in VC: BABY

Kai: Why does it look wet?

Rhy: DO A SPLIT!

Kai: Learn to fly!

Me: I mean, he is a golden cicada so

Everyone in VC: You're a dad! Boogy woogy woogy!

Sandy tries, at least he tries to be nice

All of us: we love Sandy, he's so nice On screen: *Sandy about to die by demons*

Rhy: Father? I apologise. Father? I apologise

Kai: THE CHILD IS SAD. COMFORT YOUR BABY

we really went from zero to 100% fast

Kai: Do they keep the teeth? Do they keep the sharp teeth Me: That is important information

Kai and Esmermint: Is Tripitaka baby? Is baby Tripitaka?

Look at that happy father smile

AH The fucking staff back in the ear!

Everyone: AAWW! Papa! A Dad!

Esmermint: He really is moist father now

Wukong: *does the eye glow thing* Everyone: ooooOOOOO

Excuse me was that a growl? Excuse me?

He's covered in dust, no more moist baby

Diety: you're still so handsome! Wukong: *loses grip on the staff: Me: That's gay Kai: That's fruity

Me: The baby is going to die Rai: We all die sooner or later Kai: You're not special

Yeah

Telling Wukong to ask for help is not going to work

Hello DBK's girlfriend

LOOK AT JIN AND YIN They're going to die so bad

Kai: Human form? Me: For the monster fuckers Esmermint: He do be looking fine tho

Baby: I do like being called Fruitie! Kai: Me too Me: WHEEZE

Wukong: I'm an evil demon Me: Press X to doubt

Me: Look at these bros Esmermint: Me and the bros

PIGGY DADDY!?!

No please

Hello!?! Bajie about to wreck ass

More monkeys!?! Hell yea- Why are they so ugly!? Why are they bald!?!

(two types of people when Primordium appears on screen) Rhy: Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Esmermint: Let me see this ugly man!

Rai: Me next! Me next! Me: WHEEZE! NO!

No please, this hurts! The poor baby!

Kai: Stop, he's not going to die Me: I mean, I know. But consider: I don't care

Kai: Moist baby c'mon! Esmermint: Stop, it's scared Kai: Die bitch!

Sir please

*baby starts to cry*

Sir please

Oh hi Trip! You missed a lot! You’re a grandpa now

*Tripitaka dies*

Kai: Buddha I don't feel so good

Me: Hello? What is this Dragon Ball Z bullshit? Kai: Yeah! Clip his toenail! Esmermint: The baby is moisturizing

I don't feel so good 2, electric boogaloo

I swear, if my "on fire Wukong" design becomes canon I'll scream

I SWEAR APOLLO

I know this song! This is THE song!

Rhy: Don't put on a shirt, just, keep it off

Me: W H E E Z E

Kai: Wack him like a fly!

Kai: I wish that was me Me: KAI Rhy: I wish that was me too Me: GUYS

Wukong: I have a soul Kai: And you're made of lava Me: And you're smoking hot

Someone: Herobrine Me: Who the fuck said Herobrine!?

Me: Is the horse still at longevity mountain? Rai: He's just vibing

Ah yes, the gay is back

THAT'S HOW IT ENDS!?!

bastards

Kai: There's the horse! Rai: Horse! Me: Ah there's the fucking thing

-extra scene-

Kai: Bring the baby back Me: Nah she'll just bring back the tree

Cheeky ape!?!

Fruitie Look at this fucking father

[newkatzkafe2023]

Can you imagine the monkey King's wife being exactly like chi chi from dragon ball 😂.

A monkey version of her

They are very scared of her, and she's the only person the monkey King is intimidated by.

I blame the Lego monkie kid voice actor 😅

OH MY GOD!!! THAT IS BOTH AMAZING AND TERRIFYING I LOVE IT!!!!!!🤩🤩🤩🤩

That's the weapon you have Below👇👇👇

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh he pisses you off every second of everything day, and it's scares him hell even Macaque is scared of you. It's bad enough that he tends to be irresponsible and Take everything even more difficult with his poor communication skills. Then if it were to cause problems for poor Mk, then that's where you draw the line, and with every life threatening event that is centered around your husband and son. Well both Mk and Wukong Would be actively running from you by the end of it🤣

(MKR Wukong) Man he would take the monk's anger over your anger any time That's how scared he is of you. You know his sh*tty attitude and personality and his habit of having bouts of violence but you. Oh no he would do whatever it takes to stay away from that territory of upsetting you, but if it happens anyway he would get his act together immediately. The pilgrims always gets baffled by his submission and Fruity would say that mama is scary.

(HIB Wukong) Well now at least he knows the Do's and don't's parts of your marriage, considering the results and Consequences. But unfortunately he has to come back home to you after 500 years and he'll have to make up an explanation for his absence. Even worse when you told him time and time again not to go and attack heaven On the count of that is not the best idea to handle the war. Wukong had stupidly disregarded your words and now he has to come home to you, he was right to be worried because you tore him a new one because he Deliberately Disregarded your objections as your environment shook and crack from your yells. the only reason you stop was because he came home with a little boy and baby girl.

(NR Wukong) Li and Su had dumbfounded looks on both of their faces. In the living room was Wukong cowering behind the couch as a female monkey also with a metal mask was screaming profanities at him. The was the day they met you Y/n L/N Wukong his wife, but boi were you quite Intimidating to them. Thankfully they quickly learn how sweet and kind you actually are and the two even fell in love with your godly cooking. You quickly explained that Wukong had fail to tell you that Nezha was recarnated as you stuff Li with food because That's where you always did 3000 years ago.

(Netflix Wukong) Man you used were so little, quiet and cute🥰 when you a cub now your tall, loud, and scary😨 and married to him. You are the more responsible and grounded of the marriage but his reckless behavior makes you both worried and angry. You usually wack him with stick because of his condescending attitude and he should know not to talk to you like that. Then the last straw was when he got to his head in his kaiju form and Lin had to get you and well.....you can imagine how shocking it is to see a giant male monkey to wimper as a tiny female monkey yells at him.🤭🤭🤭

(BMW Wukong) GOLLY!!! you were always the wrong one to mess with 😰. For him pissing off heaven will always be less terrifying than pissing you off😬. Especially when your as powerful as he is, and would have that large club bat you dubbed as Excaliborg That you would occasionally beat his ass with. Unlike Erlang whom he's more then happy to taunt and mess with he knows better then to do the same to you unless he wants to be an must be classified smeer on the ground😬🥶.

(Destined one) He wouldn't get on your nerves in the slightest, mainly because that's a terrible idea but he's a sweet mildly Obedient man to you. You get worried about him alot because he's so selectively mute, so you made sure to engage him in conversations. The one thing you do love is how much he loves your cooking 🍳 and you are more then happy to make large batches for him to eat. He's a good Quiet husband to you and that's good enough for you.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG😈🍳

[newlifeahead]

I sat alone in the enormous claw tub. Doing as Bill had suggested. Soaking. At 5' 10" it was rare i had the ability to feel small. And yet Bill's tub had this insane way of making me feel that way. Tiny. Wee. My dreams of being petite were dashed by the age of nine. I was already taller than my best friend's dad, and while perfect for a prima ballerina, not destined to be that way, according to Mrs. Chalupski, when I was nine. She lovingly patted my cheek, in what I realized much later was dismissive affection. Tall girls stayed in the back. Bill had a victorian styled porcelain mounted conveniently to the left of the massive tub, holding bath salts, soap, shampoo and loads of candles. He was not yet home from work, and had insisted I take a leisurely soak, due to the insane difficulty of my week. A 7 day 3 city, loads of meetings, week. I won't lie,, knowing i was being pampered was a true treat. He even promised a nice dinner. Bill was a truly considerate and generous man. He could be caring and gentle. Right up to that delicious feral moment. When a switch could flip inside him, and the rough sexual animals we were inside, were released to be free. Or as he could jokingly refer to it, " Wild monkey sex" I was sipping my Beaujolais Nouveau. I had seen it had just been delivered as I passed a wine store in Boston. " oh what luck!" I thought, the moment I saw it. I jogged in and had them package 6 bottles to ship to home. And I took a bottle with me on the plane. While I am sure they have this somewhere in Nashville, I have yet to find it. The slightly chilled wine was fruity, reminding me of summer, while i stared dreamily into the candels brightly sparkling in the nearly dark room. The day outside had slipped into night, in much the same way I had slipped into the warmth 9f this delicious tub. I was breathing in the aromatic scent from the candles while I closed my eyes relaxing into the warm water which enveloped me nearly completely. While the fruity taste of wine danced on my tongue, and my mind drifed away floating on the romantic notes of Debussy's Clair de lune playing softly on the bathroom speakers. When I woke the water had cooled, and the tubs plug had been pulled. While the hot water poured in. I was looking into the bright eyes of my handsome man I smiled at him and sat up in the tub to kiss him hello. I heard a soft growl like an almost purr eminate from him with the kiss. He pulled away looking me in the eyes and said in his low seat voice, " That tastes nice," I giggle and asked, me or the wine?" " yes," he responded while kissing me again. He parted my lips with his darting tongue owning my mouth in an instant. We were eye to eye as he knelt next to the tub. He reached in for a quick nipple pinch, while he stood shocking his shoes and while peeling his polo shirt over his head asked where the wine was. I told him it was outside on the porch table, expaining it was the perfect temp to serve. I heard him laughing and saying while he retrieved the bottle. " That must be why I like it. Cool and a little bit of sweet, not like what you usually drink." I turned off the water the tub quite warm now. And I sunk back into the water having retrieved a brown and purple which was evergreens and cranberry orange. It always smelled like Christmas when I would be baking and open the window to let some cool air in. Our home was an a lot on a small hill, surrounded by pine trees. It was perfect fragrance if Bill was joining me. The bath bomb began it's fixing sound while it propelled itself around the tub in its desolving dance. Bill had hoped in behind me instantly having walked in completely naked, proudly holding the bottle of wine, like a victorious dragon slayer. He turned my head, and kissed me, hard and demanding. When he pulled away, he refilled the glass. Took a sip and handed it to me. When I had placed the glass on the floor he whispered in my ear" Wild monkey sex," making me goggle. I leaned back into his chest. His strong arms encircled me, his hands taking ownership of my breasts, caressing pinching owning He reache below the water and found my already alert nub,, gliding his finger inside me i clinched on it instantly. His hardness was already poking my back. We were both primed for action. I turned easily in the tub to face him his long legs wrapping around me in an instant His large cock, begging to be touched. Using both hands I both cupped and massaged his huge balls, and with authority, stroked him. He surprised me by standing, and taking his own cock one stroke, and he erupted on my chest. Leaving each pointed nipple and breast coated in his white creamy treasure. It all happened so quickly, I was surprised. I heard loud knocking and the doorbell ringing. Bill told me not to move and leave his deposit exactly where it was . He grabbed his robe from the hook on the back of the door. And came back telling me to come and eat. Door dash had brought dinner, we are in the kitchen with the shared living room fireplace roaring beautifully. I looked at his nipples, easily as pointed as my own. His handsome face focused on serving the plates. We ate in relaxed naked silence. Even after dinner he did not allow me to touch or move the cum he had left on my breasts. We made love sever times more before morning. I touched the dried deposit the next morning and smiled, knowing I wore him all night through. He walked in and saw me touching his crusty gift, when he brought me coffee. He told me I would be wearing it all day too. And the next time I traveled, he wanted to travel with me in that way. Explaing simply. I was marked. I was his. And even if we were far away from one another. We still belonged together. That weedend was all about wild monkey sex, and the mark of feral beings we were. I think we visited and had sex on every surface in the house. On Sunday evening as I began to fall asleep in his arms I told him I  was proud to travel with his mark on me, because I was his. And always would be. . ((tn))

[heliosthegriffin]

He’s channeling his energy productively.

Jaune walked down the halls of Beacon backed to his dorm, it had been a long day so far, not a hard day though, just one of those days that kept going and seemed like they wouldn’t end. Making it back to his room would at least let him spend the rest of day how’d like.

The sounds of laughter followed a group of older girls walked pasted him. It was outside of class time so the students could wear whatever they wanted. They wore clothes that were made to go clubbing.

Jaune’s eyes had a life of their own as they stared at the girls walking past, you’d think having seven sisters would make him more respectful wouldn’t you? But, having a lesbian older sister, and a couple others that were bi, all they did was teach him how to peak without getting caught.

That said he’d doubt his friends would call him out for staring, considering some of the girls here had assets that would give Yang pause.

They didn’t notice him pausing and walked by, a fragrant fruity perfume left behind. Jaune couldn’t help but look behind him, watching those girls go, a sway in their step that cause something in Jaune to rise up.

“Dammit,” Jaune cursed as his pants tightened up.

Jaune look around before he adjusted his pants, so that his zipper wouldn’t fly off by accident again, and tucking his erection down his pant leg so that it’d be less noticeable.

Jaune felt frustration well up in him, this had become a reoccurring problem since he started Beacon. The girls here were just too damn hot! It made walking anywhere a damn hassle and a embarrassment, and he had no way to release any of his damn tension in his dorm, Nora had broken the locks to the bathroom and the door; That had probably been the closest he had ever come to killing somebody.

Letting out an other sigh he resigned himself to shuffling back to the dorm as the blood went flowing elsewhere. He should just thank his lucky stars that he’d never popped a boner anywhere near Ruby, Yang would have found out somehow, probably Nora, and then killed him.

Right as he got close to the dorms, Jaune’s blood-flow was back to normal, but he still felt tense and incredibly worked up.

The sound of weights being lifted, treadmills running, and other exercise equipment sounded from nearby.

The gym was only a short walk away from the dorms. Jaune paused for a moment, Nora and Yang always seemed to go to the gym when they go worked up, maybe he should try it, it’s not like he didn’t go often anyway, so what would it hurt to work out so stress?

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Jaune stared at the scroll in his hands, ‘10:03′ where did the time go? He went in at ‘4:26′, went to the weight rack, and then everything seemed to go into a blur, and then the next thing he remembered was a upperclassman telling him the gym was closing in soon.

“Guess, I had more stress to work out than I thought I did.” Jaune said to himself walking to the gym showers, suddenly starting to feel exhausted and wanting to jump into bed at the closest opportunity.

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The next morning was agonizing, his arms felt like they were made of pure, while on fire and being pulled apart! Maybe he went too hard last night.

He was also feeling cavernously hungry. No wonder Nora has an appetite like a black-hole.

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Jaune’s problem came back in full force during lunch when Yang leaned too far back and the top couple buttons of her shirt decided they wanted a life in the air force.

Leaving Jaune with a delicious view of her cleavage.

Yang looked at her shirt, “Shoot, I actually liked this one.” She then resumed eating.

A hand caressing his leg, brought him out of his vision. “Are you alright, Jaune?” Pyrrha’s warm, gentle voice whispered into his ear

A mildly blush went up his face. “Yeah, just, uh, taking in the view.”

“Oh, ok then, but if your not feeling well, I can take you back to the room.”

“I’m good.” Jaune said a little too fast, as his mind started to fill in the blanks of what his monkey brain wanted to do to Pyrrha.

Pyrrha nodded.

Jaune felt thankful that Yang or Nora hadn’t found a chance to tease him about being alone with Pyrrha. 

Lunch came and went, and Jaune made sure he was the last to get up, so that his problem wouldn’t be seen. He couldn’t exactly fiddle with himself under the table without drawing attention. So with all the swiftness he had, he tucked himself into his pant-leg while getting up.

In hindsight, maybe walking behind his developed female friends, and especially Blake, was a bad idea. His other head disagreed with him.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, combat class was a mess, but mostly cause he can’t being drawn to his friend outfits, they showed so much leg.

He went back to the gym again after class, he went to the treadmill and leg exercise machine. The upperclassman had to tell him to leave again.

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The rest of the week seemed to follow a similar pattern for Jaune, he’d wake up sore, but a little less so each day, go to class, end up aroused, then pent up, then go to the gym when he had the free time, and only when he had free time, going into those workout trances made him lose anytime for studying, hanging out, or training. 

Training with Pyrrha was probably the hardest part of his week, literally and metaphorical, because while he loved Pyrrha like a sister, his body constantly reminded him that they were not siblings! It always made him feel disgusted when ever he looked at Pyrrha that way. No way Pyrrha ever looked at him that way.

After training with Pyrrha though, he still had two hours before the gym closed, and he was pent up again.

The upperclassman had told him to get an alarm or something, cause he wouldn’t always be there to tell him to leave.

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Hanging out with team RWBY was always a... Experience, they were fun, don’t get him wrong, but it was like chaos in a bottle. The bottle was also cracked, and there was no cork either.

Today he and the rest of his team came over to hangout, and Ruby insisted they play twister.

Jaune was forming a bridge with his arms bending backwards to stay on there spot, while Ruby was draped across him with one leg over his shoulder and the other over his arm, with her front laying across his stomach, and her arms going in between and around his legs. While Nora lay under him her chest pressing into his back. It was also a really small mat.

Everybody else had dropped out, or refused to play, while Blake controlled the game, and Yang video taped everything.

Then Nora sneezed into his neck. That was the straw that broke the camels back. Sneeze both tickled his neck and scared the life out of Jaune, as he somehow managed to jump a foot into the air from his position, carrying Ruby with him. They landed on Nora with a thud.

Jaune’s position with Nora’s chest on his back and Ruby’s legs on his chest, really wasn’t going to help with his tension, as his lower-body decided to achieve liftoff.

That said he had managed to get a grip on himself lately,. So Jaune calmly got off Nora, and picked up Ruby, putting her next to Nora. All while hiding his full mast, then went to the gym again.

“You think he’s alright?” Ruby asked innocently.

“Probably just rubbing one out.” Nora said full of confidence. “These sweater puppy's of mine are of a quality most women can only dream of, yet here I sit, my majesty a reality, I don’t blame Jaune at all.”

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Jaune was watching with wrapt attention as Ms. Goodwitch strode across the arena pointing out several flaws in recorded fights she had on holographic videos. Tapping them with her wand to enhance the smaller images at time.

RIIIP

Her blouse broke, showing off globes of creamy white flesh barely being contained by a purple bra.

Ms. Goodwitch paused, a light blush on her face. “Well, Students this should teach us to be prepared for anything.”

Jaune then got up, walking out the door.

“Mr. Arc, where do you think your going?” His teacher asked severely, as several laughs broke out of the room, many people pointing at him.

“To the gym. I don’t think I’m going to be able to focus much today.” “Very well, any others who wished to join him?”

The gym was very packed that day.

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Jaune enjoyed hanging out with Pyrrha, she was probably the best friend he ever had. He just wished she would stop having to bend over so often in front of him, or walking in front of him when she did that he couldn’t help but focus on her swaying hips.

Jaune sighed as he felt a rise tower start to erect. “I’m going to the gym be back later.”

Pyrrha merely looked bewildered. She though she had him for sure this time!

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The transfer students were interesting people, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. They came from all walks of life, all paths, all creeds and kingdoms. From the strictly dressed military like Atlas Academy, to the survival of the fittest types and loosely dressed Shade Academy, or the storied and traditional style of Mistral. They were all interesting, diverse, strong and incredible sexy.

Ever since he ran into that black haired girl and her green haired partner, he somehow kept managing to find them in the most compromising or revealing positions possible.

So, Jaune started hitting the gym harder than ever.

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1 Year later....

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With a slight shaking arms Jaune pushed the loaded bar back up, exhaling. Then he took a slow, deep inhale as he lowered it down to his chest, then exhaled rising it up again. Inhale, exhale, till he finished his rep.

He rose up from the bench with a grate moan, feeling the warm soreness across his body. It hurt, but in a good way. In a way he couldn’t have appreciated a year ago.

Grabbing his towel he wiped the sweat off his face, and then cleaned off the bench. Treat the gym right, and it’ll treat you right back.

Jaune paused as he walked toward the shower, he had gotten into a habit of showering here so he didn’t have to make his teammate's rush to clean up, there was wall of mirror he looked himself over finding nothing of note, beside himself sweaty and his hair kinda sticky looking.

The water was cold, but high pressured, helping unwind any knots on his back and wash off grime better. He had started taking cold showers more frequently as in the field your rarely got to wash off in general, and if you did, it’s not likely you’ll get hot water, so it he thought it was probably best to get into the habit now.

Working out felt good, taking a shower afterword was just perfect. The only thing that would make it better was wearing his onesie, he had a right to comfort! But, it had gone mysteriously missing after he met Coco on his walk back from the gym half a year ago. So, for now he was stuck wearing white tank-top, and a pair of cotton shorts back to the dorm.

He waved by to the upperclassman about to close the gym, and left for his dorm. He may not have started going to the gym for the right reason, but over the course of a year, he felt like he had grown from then. In fact... what was the reason he started going to the gym? Something about women? Eh, must have been nothing. Ever since he started taking his training double seriously during the Vytal festival, it was like he just didn’t feel dating anybody till he around to being a huntsman, like that there was more to life than dating or stuff.

Jaune ran a hand through his hair, he had started growing it out at the beginning of the second year and now Pyrrha and everybody else vetoed him getting a hair cut! 

“Hahah, jokes on them though, they have to brush the knots out of my hair!”

Walking back to his dorm a fruity perfume pasted his nose, a vaguely familar laughter along with it. Then a slightly familar group of girls were walking in the opposite direction as him. They looked like they came back from a night on the town. He liked the way they dressed, it complimented themselves very well.

As he walked pasted them they paused and stared at him, Jaune paused too, but shrugged, giving them a broad smile and a wave before walking back to his dorm.

Jaune failed to miss the women eyeing fucking him as he walked away, all of them red face and heavy breathing.

“Hmm, why do I feel like I’m in danger?”

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Jaune wasn’t sure when, but he had grown into a morning person. It was fun to get up in the morning now, he liked watching the sun rise, seeing the sky change colors on his morning runs. 

Being team leader meant having responsibilities, so being a early riser now meant getting up his team, they were going to be third-years in a not small amount of time. So he made sure that they got up at a reasonable time to prepare for the day. Along with the fact on mission they would have to get up before the sun rise on most days.

Also, he especially liked to watch his teammates get up, it was entertaining in different ways from Nora crashing out of bed, to Ren rising from a blanket cocoon, and Pyrrha’s silly little death threats to any man stealing bitches out there.

He tended to wake them up with a gentle approach putting hand on there shoulders and carefully shaking them awake. He had forgotten how strong he was a couple of months ago when he sent Nora flying into a wall by accident, so had tried to be gentle.

The rest of Team Jnpr had learned a couple months ago that they no longer had a choice in waking up early, the only choice was before the sun was up or after.

Jaune put on his uniform for class, he frowned a little bit, as it was tighter than it was yesterday. Maybe it’s new? Guess it needs to be broken in.

Team RWBY met them at breakfast, Ruby refused to let her other bestie get ahead in the leader game by letting just JNPR get up early! Jaune didn’t notice but he often got murderous glances from Blake.

Eating breakfast Jaune felt a crick in his back so he leaned back.

Pop-pop-pop-pop, RIIIIP!

His buttons on his shirt fired off like a machine gun shattering against the walls of the cafeteria, and then his shirt fell to pieces, revealing his sculpted torso, arms and abs.

“Ahh man, I liked that shirt.” Then continued eating, not aware of the stares his friends, other students, and Ms. Goodwitch were giving his body, eyeing him up as much or more than he used to do to them.

AN: If this Jaune was ever put into a situation where couldn’t exercise for like a week, his libido would come back with vengeance and make him a unstoppable sex monster. That said, what are the odds of that happening?

[writinglizards]

someone wanted us to kiss for a picture and i thought you were gonna stage kiss me w/ your thumbs in the middle buT NO OH MY GOD THATS……………..THATS A REAL KISS WOW OK au -- another writing prompt I lost the link to 💖

Okay, so this got WAY out of hand, but here you go! <3

Title: A Portrait of the Artist in Love

Summary:  Jaskier's senior exhibition requires he present a sequence of cohesive photos representing a theme of his choosing. Geralt, after seeing the photos in person, notices one's missing.

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"So what's the matter?" Geralt finally asks when Jaskier stomps through the living room for the third time in under twenty minutes, his eyes still firmly trained on the tv set. He can't look like he cares too much or Jaskier will shut down on him, he knows.

"What's the matter is I've got my senior exhibition in two months and I still haven't settled on a fucking theme, that's the matter," he bites out, back to the sofa and hands threaded firmly through his hair, tugging hard.

Geralt sighs. All of Jaskier's problems seem to circle back to his senior exhibition. "I thought you had some photos?"

"I did," he says, tone venomous, "and then Valdo decided he was going to do a series on music and I refuse to compete with that pompous arse." Geralt bites his tongue against the 'why does what Valdo's doing matter?' He knows better.

"So? What are your ideas?" Jaskier shifts as if to speak, "and don't tell me you don't have any, I know you do." He clicks the tv off and shifts around to face Jaskier's back as he sighs, shoulders going slack.

"I want to do something personal," he says, and Geralt can hear the frustration in his voice, "something important. Not--" he can picture the way his face is scrunched up just from his tone, "--not something predictable, something trite. I want to do something meaningful."

"Okay. So make it personal. What's important to you, Jaskier?" he asks, voice soft, and watches as Jaskier's shoulders gradually go taunt again.

"Oh. Oh I could--" he cuts off, whirls around, and the nearly manic light in his eyes makes Geralt smile.

"There you go," he says, and Jaskier beams. The look on his face steals Geralt’s breath, tightens his chest. Jaskier crosses the room, headed for his bedroom slash photo studio and presumably his camera, but he pauses at the couch to squeeze Geralt's shoulder tightly.

"Thank you, darling." Geralt just rolls his eyes and clicks the tv back on.

* * * *

Jaskier never does share what idea he settled on, even after Geralt had asked, a few days later. He'd ducked his head, blushing, and told Geralt not to worry about it, it was fine, he'd get to see when it was done, and Geralt had let it go. Jaskier tends to hold his projects close to his chest until he's done with them anyway. It’s not personal.

They're seated at a cafe waiting for Yen to drop off Ciri for their afternoon trip to the zoo and Jaskier is, predicably, fiddling with his camera.

"Do you have to bring that everywhere?" he asks, tone light and teasing, and Jaskier only sticks his tongue out at him.

"Yes, you oaf, I do. I'm working," he snips, and then he lifts the camera and in a quick movement snaps a picture of Geralt's face.

"Jaskier."

"Just a test photo, love," he grins, not at all apologetic. Before Geralt can pitch anything close to a fit about Jaskier taking more photos of him (and out in public, no less), Yen and Ciri are stepping through the door. Ciri gives a delighted little shriek the way only children under five seem to do and throws herself at her father. Geralt catches her around the waist and hauls her into his lap, both of them laughing, and the photo is promptly forgotten about after that.

* * * *

"Can I come with you?"

"Why?" Geralt asks again, frowning at Jaskier where he stands next to their couch, shifting nervously with his camera clutched to his chest, "you don't like the barn."

"No, but I like Roach," he insists, "and I want to get some pictures of her. I haven't in a while." Geralt narrows his eyes.

"Is this about your project?" he asks, and the way Jaskier splutters is answer enough.

"Can't I just want to take nice photos of my best friend's lovely horse? Come on Geralt, I don't always have a reason." The color high on his cheeks says otherwise.

"Hm." He hefts his supply bag over his shoulder, "come on, then."

Jaskier practically beams the entire trip to the barn, even after he nearly slips in a spot of mud when they get there. His pure, simple joy is infectious, leaves Geralt grinning right alongside him. And if Jaskier takes pictures of him the entire time? Well, he's always taking pictures anyway.

* * * *

"Jask, my guy, must you always bring that stupid camera?" Lambert asks, "it's beer night," he says, as if beer should preclude Jaskier taking pictures.

"Yes, and? Your point?" He raises the camera to snap a blatant picture of Lambert. Aiden leans over to throw up a pair of bunny ears behind his boyfriend as if they're primary schoolers. Eskel laughs.

"Jaskier's exhibition's coming up, leave off," Geralt growls, reprimanding, and Jaskier grins all the brighter.

"Yes, thank you, darling!"

"Doesn't mean he needs to take pictures of us," Lambert grouches, but Aiden wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him into a gentle headlock.

"Be nice," Aiden admonishes, and Lambert grumbles, but subsides. After enough alcohol, no one really thinks about Jaskier's pictures.

* * * *

Catching Jaskier around their apartment snapping photos isn't strictly unusual. It's not even strictly unusual for Jaskier to be snapping photos of him, but--

"Must you take pictures while I'm trying to meditate?"

"Yeah," Jaskier answers, sunny and quick. Geralt gives a huff. The camera clicks again. "Just pretend I'm not here." Geralt hums an affirmative even though he knows it's an impossible task. He could never forget Jaskier was in a room with him.

* * * *

"Didn't know you were picking me up today," Geralt says, wandering over from his post by the medieval art exhibit to where Jaskier stands near the circulation desk, fiddling with his camera.

"Oh, well, you know," he grins brightly up at him, cheeks a little pink--maybe he's getting sick, "I was in the area and thought we could walk home together. I know you’ve got a little still but I can swing by Starbucks; I'll get you that fruity tea you like."

"Hm."

When he gets off his shift forty-five minutes later, Jaskier's waiting for him out front with the Starbucks already in hand, a radiant smile on his face, and Geralt’s chest clenches just looking at him.

* * * *

"Hey, so I know you're busy--" Jaskier starts over dinner one night, eyes focused down on his pasta, "and I don't know if you wanted to come or not, but the exhibition's next week and I--" he sneaks a glance up at Geralt from under his eyelashes, ducks his head, "--I'd like for you to be there."

Geralt can't help the smile that tugs at his lips, can't help the way affection swells in his chest. "Of course I'll go, Jask." It really is as simple as that.

* * * *

Geralt arrives in the midst of the opening hubbub. He knows Jaskier has to linger around his exhibit for at least the first hour or so and from what he understands it's tucked away somewhere toward the back, so Geralt takes a leisurely path in that general direction, stopping to look at the work Jaskier's classmates have done as he goes.

"Oh, Geralt!" Valdo's grinning as he waves him over and reluctantly he lets himself be lured in. "Good to see you here, my man. Jaskier's been a basketcase all day," he winks. Geralt rolls his eyes.

"I'm sure. Your work's good," he says, nodding back towards the row of photos behind them, all different instruments either alone or being played, the close up of hands on strings and keys.

"Don't let Jask hear you say that," he laughs, even as he preens at the praise. "And don't let him catch you over here, either. He'll be accusing infidelity in a heartbeat." Valdo winks again. Geralt doesn't even go to the effort of correcting the fact they're not together. Valdo never seems to remember anyway.

"Yeah. Have a good night, Valdo," he says before ducking out of the way of a shorter blonde woman who throws herself past him and into Valdo's arms, proclaiming her love for him and his photography. Another blonde follows behind her friend, smiling. Geralt hurries away before Priscilla and Essi can realize who Valdo had been talking to and rope him back into the conversation.

It's not that he dislikes Jaskier's friends it's just...they seem to assume things about the two of them. Yes, Geralt loves Jaskier, but Jaskier…he doesn’t know what Jaskier feels for him beyond a deep friendship.

He wanders a bit while he tries not to think about that, stopping to look at some of the other photos--landscapes, pets, significant others, children--until he spots Jaskier, all done up in the suit he'd picked out for the occasion months ago, the gold tie that Geralt had done for him this morning a beautiful contrast to the baby blue of his suit. And the pictures--

Geralt's breath catches. They're all of him; a photo of Geralt and Ciri from the zoo, Ciri seated on his shoulders, one tiny fist in his hair as she gestures wildly at the monkeys. Geralt astride Roach as he puts her through her paces at the barn, and later, Roach out in the pasture, Geralt leading her in a gentle cool down, the both of them in profile. Geralt and his brothers over beers, Geralt grinning, Eskel telling a story, hands spread wide, Lambert and Aiden leaning on each other across the table, smiles indulgent. Geralt meditating in their living room, the ghost of a smile on his face. Geralt at the museum, explaining the history of medieval art to a gaggle of tourists.

They're all him.

"Oh, thank fuck, Geralt, I--" Jaskier breaks off as he gets closer, takes in Geralt's expression, "Geralt?"

His mouth is dry and he has to clear his throat twice before he can get any words to work. "They're all of...me?" Jaskier flushes immediately.

"Well I mean--yes? I wanted it to be something important and personal and, uh, what's more personal than everything my best friend loves?" he explains rapidly, as if he's worried Geralt will cut him off, not let him explain.

"Oh," he says, because it's the only thing he can get out. And then as it dawns on him, "wait, if this is about--" he has to clear his throat again, uncharacteristically embarrassed, "--about what I love...why aren't you in any of them?"

"What, I--" Jaskier chokes off, that flush going a little darker, "I, I didn't--we weren't allowed to be the subjects of our own photos," he lies, and Geralt just raises a brow. He's seen his classmate's work--he knows it's a bullshit answer and Jaskier knows he knows.

"I didn't want to presume," he mumbles, then, a little firmer, "and it would have had to been staged. "I don't--staged photos are terrible, Geralt, you know how I feel about that." He does, but it doesn't change the fact Jaskier's collection is incomplete without him.

"Hm."

* * * *

He thinks about it for the rest of the exhibition and once he starts, it's like he can't stop. Jaskier has a collection of photos of things Geralt loves, and Jaskier's not in any of them.

It takes him almost a week to set it right.

"Geralt," Jaskier calls as the front door clicks open, Jaskier home from class. "Geralt darling, I'm famished, what--" he cuts off abruptly when he steps into the living room, gaze catching on the camera set on the tripod set up on the coffee table. Geralt stands in front of the lens, between the camera and the large bay window overlooking the distant park.

"Jaskier." Geralt's a little bit of a nervous wreck about it, but it's fine. Probably. After all, Jaskier spent months taking photos of Geralt and the things he loved. What's one more?

"Geralt, what--"

"Come here." Jaskier swallows roughly, adams apple bobbing, before he puts his bag down and steps up beside him. "Check the camera," Geralt says softly, "make sure I did it right."

Jaskier does, quick. "It's set on the ten second timer. Should I--?"

"Yeah," he says, stomach clenching in some horrible mix of fear and anticipation, "and come here."

"Geralt, if you'd wanted to take a picture together, I could have--" he says, setting the camera and starting over. He cuts off abruptly when Geralt loops an arm around his waist and tugs him in close until they're chest to chest, his other hand at Jaskier's jaw, thumb sweeping back and forth across his cheek.

"I know," he says, voice pitched low, "but you're missing a picture." And then he dips his head and kisses him.

Jaskier makes a small, wounded noise and then his arms are around Geralt's neck, fingers tight in his hair as he presses up into Geralt's grip, surges against him. Geralt cups his jaw and nips at his lower lip, revels in the quiet gasp that leaves Jaskier open for him to lick into his mouth, deepen the kiss. Distantly he's aware of the camera going off, but it's inconsequential to the way Jaskier feels in his arms.

The kiss only breaks when Jaskier pulls away to hide his face in Geralt's throat, gasping for air. Geralt chuckles, a little breathless.

"Now I'm not complaining," Jaskier says, sounding a little dazed, "but what did I do to deserve that? Because I'd like to keep doing it. Repeatedly, if possible." Geralt laughs.

"You were missing a picture," Geralt says again, and the look on Jaskier's face when he pulls back is so confused it makes his chest constrict. "The things I love," Geralt reminds, and Jaskier flushes bright red.

"Geralt--" he stammers out, flustered, before he returns to hiding his face in Geralt's shoulder. "Melitele help me," He presses his lips to the fabric of Geralt's shirt, a warm, fleeting pressure, "you really are going to be the death of me."

"Don't see how," he hums, tips his head to rest his cheek against Jaskier's head.

"Thought you wanted a friendly picture and then you just--! You just wrapped your arm around my waist like you've done it a hundred times before and I thought, oh, he's going to pretend to kiss me, for the photo, because of course you would and you, you just--" he makes a tiny, outraged noise. Geralt chuckles again. "Don't laugh at me, Geralt, I almost died."

"Mmhm," he rubs his cheek where it rests, mussing Jaskier's hair. Jaskier just huffs. "How'd the picture come out?"

Reluctantly, Jaskier peels himself away to check the photo, and Geralt can already tell from the face he's making it didn't come out well. "You moved," Jaskier admonishes, eyes glued to the tiny viewer. He fiddles with a few settings before putting it back down on the tripod. "Alright," he presses his way back into Geralt's arms, "we'll just have to try again."

"Yeah," Geralt grins, and he kisses him again.

[skellebonez]

Smoke, Flasks, And Unfinished Tasks: Chapter 3

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Summary: MK starts to realize things are a bit too familiar right now, an unspoken event is revealed, and someone else realizes other things. There is a lot to unpack.

Warnings: Mild violence and smoking at the tail end.

Chapter 3: Big Words Traveler, But Can You Back Them Up

Something felt... off. That's the only way MK could describe it. Off.

It reminded him of the Calabash when he thought about it, but was it even possible? When Jin and Yin had trapped him in that weird mechanical gourd thing they had tried to make everything perfect, barring those odd earthquakes and the glitches that his mind made excuses for ignoring at the time. Really, they were actually pretty bad at their scheme and he should have picked up on it a lot sooner. This time nothing felt perfect, however, everything felt... mostly normal.

The Monkey King kicked his butt in scheduled training and then lost matches in Monkey Mech and refused to stop until he had best out of 15. Mei and Red Son seemed to be acting like normal. No earthquakes. No glitches.

But his time in the Calabash had made him more observant of his surroundings and his mistake with Macaque had made him less trusting. The fact the weather station called for rain and it had not rained? That was just odd enough to catch his attention when the weather station hadn't messed up a forecast without someone attacking it or really messing something up, something that always got local news alerts sent to their phones and would have had Mei making fun of the poor sap who messed up by now, in the entire time he had a phone.

Something didn’t just feel off. Something was off. And just in case he was right he needed to play his cards carefully. Do something that wouldn’t raise suspicion.

“Hey, Monkey King?” He smiled, knowing that his expression was just fake enough that if the other were real he would call it in an instant. He would raise his eyebrow or ask him what was up or ask him what the look was for. “We have any snacks?”

“Yeah, bud, coming right up!” He just... smiled. Stood. Walked into the kitchen.

This was not The Great Sage Equal To Heaven.

This was not his mentor.

Well... Shit.

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“Wait, back up,” Mei turned from where she sat at the boat wheel. “What does that even mean?”

MK had gotten her to stop before they were nearly back to the City, feeling bad they stopped in such a poor spot for Red Son but determined to talk when they were seemingly alone. He’d played along and only grown more certain in his deduction that the person they were with was not the Monkey King. The more he paid attention the more certain he was that they weren’t on Flower Fruit Mountain either.

The mountain always smelled of four things. Flowers, peaches, dirt, and the slightest undertone of molten rock and ash from close by the Flaming Mountains. The more he tried to pick up the normal scents that would hit him they just seemed... muted, somehow. Like smelling them through a mask or like they were artificial. The rock and ash was nowhere to be found at all.

And there was more. He tried so hard to remember how he got to the mountain. Logically he knew they took a boat, they had to do that. There was a boat on the shore. But that was the first thing he remembered seeing. He could not remember the boat ride over, could not remember the walk to where they docked the boat at all, could barely remember anything past leaving Pigsy’s Noodles at all. Gaps in his memory were not an every day occurrence for him (despite Pigsy teasing him about forgetting to do his job, that was not the same thing).

The only things he knew for certain were real were Mei and Red Son. He’d almost let his anxiety get the better of him, memories of summoning monster trees with his stress being the thing that made him focus long enough to test the waters.

He knew that burying his face in their hair and smelling them was weird as hell, even given their close relationship that was pushing it way too far in comfort, but given scent was the most telling sense giving him pause he had to try once Monkey King was distracted. If it had been any other situation Mei and Red Son’s disturbed and confused faces (and the muffled “what the fuck dude” from Mei) would have been hilarious, but when he could clearly smell Mei’s tea tree shampoo mixed in with the ever present scent her bike’s motor oil he was certain she was real. He was almost certain when Red tensed up and flushed when he repeated the action, but the scent of slight burning and his overly expensive coconut oil and jasmine shampoo cemented the fact he was real as well.

He’d make up for making them uncomfortable after all this was over.

“Exactly what I said, that wasn’t Monkey King,” MK repeated, looking over the horizon at the city-scape. Still no rain. No clouds. It was half an hour until sundown. “I don’t... this is going to sound crazy... but I don’t think this is real.”

His companions looked at each other in clear concern and MK knew he would finally have to come clean. “MK, wh-”

“There’s something I never told any of you. Not even Monkey King. Just... promise you’ll listen to me?”

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When he finished recounting the long ago misadventure he had in Jin and Yin’s Calabash he couldn’t look Mei and Red Son in their eyes. Despite knowing he probably shouldn’t he felt guilty for keeping something that important a secret.

“Oh MK... That’s why you were so preoccupied with us not being perfect,” Mei said softly, standing to envelop her friend in a sudden hug that barely shook the boat. “I’m sorry for losing my cool with you back then.I should have known something was weird when you said that.”

A shaky breathe MK didn’t know he was holding escaped, grateful that they seemed to believe him immediately.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry,” MK pulled away, giving Mei an awkward smile. Red Son had moved closer, and he shot him a smile as well when he placed a hand on his shoulder. “I should have told everyone when it happened, I just... I felt..” He trailed off, looking at the rainless city again. “We can unpack that later, right now we need to see if we’re really in another Calabash or if it’s something similar. If it is Jin and Yin again they’ve really stepped up their game.”

“I don’t think so...” Red Son said thoughtfully. He bit the end of his thumb nail, pacing the boat slowly in thought. “They seemed more preoccupied with just... having fun almost, last time. They didn’t seem to have an endgame past ‘capture the Monkie Kid’. What’s the end game? Why capture all three of us?”

“Yeah...” MK sighed, looking around carefully. “I dunno.. come to think of it, it all just feels different. This time it’s a lot closer and that is really scary if I’m being honest,” MK shuddered, not comfortable with how much better it was if he was really correct. “But it isn’t 100% accurate. Everything smells dull and Monkey King wasn’t picking up on things he normally would have.”

“Is that why you smelled o-”

“Unpacking later!”

“Why don’t we do what you did to get out last time?” Red Son interrupted, looking hopeful that he had solved the problem already. “We just have to find your staff.”

“Yeah that... that’s another problem...” MK bit his lip and held his hand up to his ear. The glow that lit from it illuminated the dawning horror on his friend’s faces as the staff materialized in his hand. They both seemed to regret not watching MK train that day when they realized what this meant. “That... may not work this time.”

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“You’re bleedin’ delusional!” The demon couldn’t help but groan out, pacing wildly in growing frustration. Before them both was a set of screens, watching the display of the trio’s conversation. The entire room looked like something right out of one of those American spy thrillers they’d seen, computers and monitors hooked up and showing a multitude of views. “I told you, you can’t just throw that many people in at once! It doesn’t matter how improved it is, it messes up, confuses the simulation! And-and you let ‘im keep the bloody staff! He’s-”

“Not getting out any time soon,” the other demon, seated comfortably in the only chair in the room, soothed. Their words were like poisoned honey and the first demon grimaced. How they let themselves be taken in by these words... they would never forgive themselves now, not after all of this. Not after what happened to- “Patience is what you and your brother lacked the first time. They don’t need to believe it, they just need to stay in it. Come now, you need to... relax.”

The first demon, the smaller demon, backed a step away as the seated one sat up straighter. They weren’t fast enough to get away from the clawed hand that gripped their throat, cutting off their air supply and pulling them far too close to the other’s face. No fight was given, they knew what would happen if they tried, and watched anxiously as the seated demon raised their forearm long smoking pipe to their lips to take a long drag on whatever foul concoction they had in it.

“Just rest Yin.” Their open mouth revealed colored smoke, sickeningly sweet and fruity smelling, swirling around inside before they loosened the grip on his throat to blow it directly into his face as he took a hasty breath of oxygen. "Perhaps you'll be more patient after a nice long nap."

The blue demon coughed when the other finally let him go, breathing deeply in the hopes he didn’t inhale as much smoke as he feared he did. As he tipped backward onto the ground he knew that was a fruitless thought. Now he laid on the ground with his head fuzzy and gaze filled with the equally unconscious visage of his elder brother.

The Gold and Silver demons... had really messed up...

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

112 and 99 for smut prompts

Have an old smut prompt that I finally finished last night!

“What are you doing in my bed?!” & “I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? It’ like they’re watching us.”

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NSFW

“Eds? Eddie! Eduardo, are you home?“ 

Eddie groaned into his pillow, annoyed at being pulled from sleep by Richie’s loud voice. He was about to yell back at him to shut the fuck up so he could keep sleeping when he realized something was wrong. 

If only his sleepy brain could remember what⎯ 

"Come on Eds, where is my welcome home party?”

Oh, right.

Richie wasn’t supposed to be home at all. 

Not until tomorrow anyway when he was due to return from visiting his grandparents. He wasn’t supposed to be home right now, when he could see Eddie sleeping in his room, in his bed and wearing one of his sweaters because Eddie was a pathetic loser who missed his best friend slash roommate slash guy he had been in love with for years and who had trouble sleeping without being able to hear Richie snoring loudly through the thin walls of their apartment.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Eddie muttered, suddenly feeling wide awake. He was trying to free himself from the blankets and flee to his room when the door swung open. 

Richie froze in the doorway probably thinking for a moment that he had just walked into Eddie’s room instead of his own.

When he realized that wasn’t the case, he beamed at Eddie. “There you are! I thought you weren’t home, which would’ve fucking sucked because I only got an earlier flight to hang out with you, and wait⎯ what are you doing in my bed?!” Richie said, all in one breath. He cocked his head to the side, studying Eddie. “And is that my hoodie?”

Eddie stared at him like a deer caught in the deadlights. “Um no. It’s mine.”

“Come on Eds, it’s like⎯ three sizes too big.”

“Right. It’s actually Mike’s.” Eddie said with a shrug. “He left it here the other day.”

“No, he didn’t.” Richie said, eyebrows knitted. “My name is literally sewn on it, you actually sewed it yourself.”

Eddie pressed his lips into a tight line. He was right. Eddie had, because Richie kept misplacing it whenever it was his turn to do laundry and it was only a matter of time before he lost it for good. 

“Damn it.” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine, it is yours." 

A flash of something went through Richie’s face and then he was breaking into a grin. "Wait, wait. Did you sleep here because you missed me or something?” He asked with sparkling eyes, Eddie groaned internally. 

“No. No. I didn’t.” Eddie said but Richie’s face had I don’t believe you written all over it. “Oh fuck you.”

“Oh my god, you did!” Richie said, delighted. Eddie could feel his face pinking up from embarrassment. “God, you’re so precious.”

Eddie glared at him. “You’re an asshole." 

Richie held his hands up in defense. "Sorry, sorry Eds. I just⎯ I didn’t realize you’d miss me that much.”

Eddie sighed. That was one hell of an understatement⎯ he had missed Richie so much his heart ached. “Of course I did. I’m used to having you around, I’m used to hearing you, because you’re too fucking loud even if you’re just sitting and doing nothing. And you have a way of turning the apartment upside down when you’re home so I can always tell you’re here. And⎯ and if I can’t sleep I can always crawl in here and sleep with you, so I thought⎯ I came in here, but it was still too quiet and everything smelled like soap because I made you wash everything before you left, except you forgot this.” He looked down at the sweater he was wearing. “It helped me sleep because it made me feel like you were here.”

Richie’s grin had disappeared and now he was simply staring at Eddie, expression blank except for a tiny crease between his eyebrows. Eddie was worried that he had said too much, revealed too much. Then again, Richie had just caught him in his bed and wearing his clothes because he missed him⎯ if that didn’t say something about Eddie’s feelings then he didn’t know what would.

“I know. I’m pathetic and I’ve probably given you enough joking material to last you another decade.” Eddie sighed. He felt like curling back in bed and forgetting this entire morning. “I’m sorry Rich. I’ll make your bed and wash your sheets and⎯” move out and never speak to you again, Eddie meant to say, but he stopped talking when Richie opened his duffel bag and started digging through it, shirts and boxers and socks falling to the floor. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not pathetic.” Richie said, voice muffled because his head was inside the bag, looking for something. “Or if you are then I am too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This!” He said, pulling out a pink shirt and holding it up for Eddie to see. “I’m talking about this!”

“A shirt? What does a shirt have to do with⎯ wait, is that my shirt?”

“Bingo!” Richie laughed but the sound was slightly off. It sounded nervous.

“Why did you take my shirt with you?”

“Because it smells like soap and antibacterial gel and that fruity chapstick you insist on using.”

Richie’s word sunk in and Eddie let out a gasp. “You sleep in my clothes too?”

“Well, no. I mean, you’re tiny, dude. This shirt would never fit me.” Richie joked and Eddie rolled his eyes but his lips twitched into the tiniest smile. “I do sleep with it, though. It helps when I miss you, which is whenever I’m not here.”

Eddie didn’t know what to say, how to feel about this⎯ normal friends didn’t sleep with each other’s clothes because they missed each other, no matter how close they were. “I’ve been looking for that shirt.”

Richie let out a snort. “Yeah, sorry. I was gonna take a pair of your mom’s underwear, but I couldn’t find them.” He said, trying to ease some of the tension in the room. “Here, you can have it.” He bunched up the piece of fabric and threw it at Eddie. “Can I have my sweater back?”

Eddie hesitated, if he took off the sweater he would be left in only a pair of boxers in Richie’s bed. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He surprised himself when his hands reached for the hem of the sweater and he lifted it over his head. Richie’s eyes widened but if the way his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes darted down to his chest meant anything, he was on board with whatever was going on. 

It made Eddie feel bold. “Sure you can have it.” He said, skin burning under Richie’s heated stare. “But if you want it you should come and get it.”

Richie gulped, noticeably flustered. “Are we still talking about the hoodie or⎯”

“Just get over here, Rich." 

He didn’t need to be told twice, practically throwing himself on the bed. He crawled towards Eddie but hesitated, hovering over him. It was Eddie who pushed himself up and brought their lips together. 

Richie sighed happily, melting into the kiss.

Eddie had imagined kissing Richie so many times but the reality was so much better. Richie’s tongue sliding against his, his soft curls between Eddie’s fingers, his large hands running over his bare chest⎯ Eddie never thought it would feel like every inch of his skin was on fire. 

Richie ducked his head, leaving a trail of kisses down the column of Eddie’s neck. He felt him chuckle against his skin. 

"What?" 

"Nothing. You smell good, that’s all." 

Eddie giggled, Richie’s nose tickling a sensitive spot behind his ear. "Better than the shirt?" 

Richie pulled back to stare at him, his pupils were dilated behind his glasses. "Way better, holy shit.”

He brought their lips together again, lowering himself on top of Eddie. His thigh slid between Eddie’s legs and he gasped when it pressed against his half hard dick. Even through the fabric of his jeans, Eddie could feel that Richie was turned on. 

“Take off your pants.” Eddie breathed into the kiss, his fingers had found their way to Richie’s belt and were trying to unbuckle it. Richie tried to help but it was clear that he would have to stand up if he wanted to take them off, unless he wanted to knee Eddie in the stomach.

Eddie watched him as he removed his pants and then his shirt, leaving them both in their boxers. He snorted, “What the fuck are you wearing?”

Richie looked down and grinned. “Jalapeno boxers. They’re hot.” He winked and Eddie laughed, beckoning Richie back to the bed. 

The headboard slammed against the wall when Richie jumped on the bed and something fell from one of the shelves and on Eddie’s face. It was a monkey plush from the collection of stuffed animals Richie kept in his room. Some of them were gifts from Eddie or their friends or Richie had won them in some arcade back home. Eddie stared up at them and couldn’t help but feel like they were staring right back. 

“What?”

“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us.” Eddie said and wrinkled his nose.

Richie followed his eyes and barked out a laugh. “Oh don’t mind them, Eds.” He said. “They’ve seen worse.”

Eddie’s face twisted further. “Gross Richie! Why would you say that?”

He laughed again and lowered himself on top of Eddie again, pressing kisses all over his face and neck. “I’m sorry. Let me take your mind off their beady little eyes, okay?”

Eddie nodded, going pliant under Richie. Soon the stuffed animals were the last thing on his mind, especially when Richie rolled his hips down against Eddie’s, their erections lining up perfectly through their boxers.

“Fuck, Richie.” Eddie moaned, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

“Next time Eds, I don’t think I can hold out enough for that." 

Eddie shuddered at the thought of fucking Richie. "Fuck, me neither.” He said, heat building up inside him. He was so close already, the friction against his dick from Richie’s thrusts driving him to the edge. “Kiss me Rich.”

Richie kissed him and the heat in Eddie’s stomach lit up like a fire. His hips picked up pace and started moving faster, one of his hands slid between Eddie and the mattress to grab his ass and bring their bodies even closer. Eddie was letting out little ah ah ah noises, pleasure burning inside him. Finally Richie took his lower lip between his teeth while giving a particularly hard thrust at the same time and Eddie was coming in his underwear, mouth dropping open in a moan.

“Eddie please.” Richie whined. He was making tiny aborted movements with his hips but it wasn’t enough. Eddie reached between them to touch him through his boxers. “Fuck yeah please." 

Eddie wanted to see his face when he came so he rolled them over in one swift movement, wincing slightly at the feeling of cum drying in his underwear. Richie gasped, staring up at Eddie with heavy lidded eyes.

"Fuck that was hot. You’re so hot, Eds.”

Eddie grinned before leaning down to kiss him. He shoved his hand inside Richie’s boxers causing him to whimper as he wrapped his fingers around him, a shot of arousal going straight to his own dick at how big he felt in his hand. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have this inside me.” Eddie said, stroking him faster. “You’re so big, I bet it’s going to feel so good.”

“Oh my God.” Richie groaned, his dick twitching in Eddie’s hand. “Eds.”

Eddie’s eyes were glued to Richie’s face. “Come on Rich. Come for me.”

Richie moaned, his eyes screwed shut as he spilled into Eddie’s hand and his stomach with Eddie’s name on his lips. 

While Richie caught his breath Eddie reached for a tissue to clean his hand and Richie’s chest. The mess in his boxers would need more than that.

“Where are you going?” Richie asked. He was watching him with a lazy sated grin. 

“I need to clean up and change my boxers.”

“Just grab one of mine and get back here. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a whole week.”

Eddie hadn’t either. Sleeping in Richie’s room helped but there was something still missing⎯ Richie himself, who was now beckoning him into his arms with pink kissed lips curled into a grin. Ignoring the itch to go take a shower right away, he changed and climbed back in bed.

They were kissing again almost immediately.

“I’m really glad you took that early flight.”

Richie stopped sucking a hickey into Eddie’s skin to grin at him. “Me too, Eds. Me too.”

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