#the boy yeeted himself into the ocean

[ponyartistbrainiac]

I fuckin wheezed

[jackalopesao3]

HCs For What The Obey Me Cast Smell Like 🌹🌼

Characters: everyone that has had a face reveal

This has been in my drafts for over a year. I finally finished it. Enjoy!

Lucifer

A cologne with a signature mix of fresh scents with some notes of leather. When he’s tired, he’ll occasionally switch to a cool cologne with minty notes to perk himself up. There’s also a faint aroma of tea or coffee in him depending on what he’s brewing to stay awake to burn the midnight oil to finish his endless work.

Mammon

Money Hmmm…a luxury cologne for sure! We all know he has a taste for high end items. I think he’d go for an old school fragrance, maybe something citrusy with a hint of tobacco.

Leviathan

Say it with me: Axe Body Spray

When Asmodeus yeets his axe into the void like the good little brother he is, he will gift Leviathan with cologne he thinks he will like. This means anything that comes in an anime-style container. So Leviathan’s scent will vary.

Satan

New book smell, old book smell, catnip - it depends on what he’s up to. I don’t doubt for one second he always has at least one pouch of catnip on him. He probably has some nice cologne too courtesy of Asmo or his various connections in his social circles.

Asmodeus

He likes to burn vanilla, sandalwood, and amber scented candles and incense so he has those scents on him. Asmo also has a variety of colognes and perfumes so his scent changes almost daily.

Beelzebub

Beel could smell like the most heavenly cupcakes ever baked or the greasiest burger ever fried. It all depends on what he just ate. Because of how much the boy eats he tends to smell like the food he ate.

No one is to give him food-scented cologne because he will just eat the bottle. He uses neutralizing scents to bathe so the scents don’t get in the way of him enjoying his food later.

Belphegor

Fabric softener with notes of lavender. He needs the softest of sheets with the most relaxing scent possible. Sometimes he’ll opt to use a lavender and eucalyptus scented pillow mist too so that scent will cling to him.

Diavolo

A woody cologne to go along with his naturally smoky scent from his constant use of fire magic. Sometimes he changes it up with warm scents like cinnamon and ginger or something lively like citrus.

Barbatos

If he were to wear cologne at all it would be something very subtle with notes of bergamot that closely matches earl grey tea. The notes are calming yet revitalizing at the same time. Sometimes it’s whatever pastries he’s just baked. He smells sweet and warm. Barbatos can also smell very clean like tea tree oil with notes of mint. It just depends on what he’s doing at the time.

Simeon

Most mornings he smells like pancakes since he’s constantly making them for Luke. Simeon also likes refreshing scents with minty notes or anything with an “ocean” or “sea” label as it helps him to relax and focus on writing.

Solomon

He is constantly burning sage, patchouli, nag champa, or frankincense to cover up the smell of his various potions and experiments so he smells like an incense hippie shop. (I highly approve btw!)

BUT I could also see this weirdo quickly spritzing Old Spice on himself as well.

Luke

Little angel baby bakes a lot so he smells sweet with notes of whatever it is that he’s baking or like the pancakes he loves to eat!

Thirteen

It depends on her mood! Some days it’s strawberries like her favorite strawberry shampoo and body wash. Other days she goes for something different like amber or a floral scent.

Mephistopheles

On days he pulls all nighters working on the newspaper, coffee: black, medium roast. Besides that he wears a posh cologne brand with notes of rosewood and tobacco.

Raphael

Pine trees and woody notes with a hint of spice. Is it cologne, his body wash, or his natural scent? You’ll have to ask him!

[wordy-little-witch]

It’s a shame that BuggyxFem!Shanks as a concept isn’t as popular as Fem!BuggyxShanks of Fem!BuggyxFem!Shanks, because as a concept it’s just … so fun.

Red haired Shanks, empress of the sea, heiress to a title left behind by Gol D. Roger himself, a force to be reckoned with, a legend.

Buggy: “Shanks? Yeah. Don’t get me started on that cow. We bunked together when we on Rogers crew and every.single.morning she’d wake me up by letting her rankass feet dangle from her Hammock above me and rub them in my face. SHE DID THAT UNTIL WE WERE 16!!!”

But at the same time Buggy having been head over heels for her since they where 12, thinking she is the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen, not conventionally pretty in any way, too angular and sharp for that, a red headed, hairy legged, bruised little thing with a toothy grin that was missing a few, but she was RADIANT. He still thinks the same when he sees her wanted poster ages later, face scratched up and hair grimey and messy, but with a determination and confidence in her eyes that’s a far cry away from the stupid teenager he left in the rain ages ago, as an even stupider teenage boy with a crush on the girl he called his best friend.

No, Shanks has always been beautiful… and that’s why Buggy almost trips over his own feet when he sees her at Marineford again, smiling at him like *THAT* , hastily assuring her that she looks even greasier than the last time he saw her and it may be completely unprompted but btw she totally isn’t his type anyways blablabla-

(But also Buggy being so accepting of transfem Shanks even after all these years that he could be ranting about her for hours, but as soon as a crew mate makes an awful joke about her being trans he just stops dead in his tracks, grabs said crewmate by the color and just yeet!! off into the ocean you go…. Anyways GOD HE HATES SHANKS SO MUCH-)

While shipping Buggy with a lady is smth I rarely ever indulge in ((only time being when Buggy is trans too, more on that later-)), this is SO CUTE.

Buggy: gods I fucking HATE that redhaired BITCH-

Rando: *says smth transphobic*

Buggy: Ah You Have Chosen Death, I See

Just. Yes. Buggy being a mega tsundere about it is,,,,, so cute. Gosh and Shank really WOULD be a greasy woman. She's a pirate empress with an alcohol problem and manages to make the gaudy horror show that is her wardrobe WORK. Buggy cannot handle this. It's infuriating. She's infuriating. He has never once ever liked her, he swears it, he hates her so much and he'll scream it from the rooftops, he WILL, and no he is NOT BLUSHING SHUT THE FLASHY FUCK UP-!!!

And here I go ham on my own spin on this~

I'm just imagining them both as cabin brats, transfem Shanks, transmasc Buggy. They're Uncomfortable. They're each other's. Things kinda suck in a weird nebulous way, and it only gets WORSE when they both hit puberty and shit gets WEIRD.

Buggy's got some soreness on her chest, and Crocus gives her and Shanks The Talk (the horrors), and now everything is WACK because Buggy is NOT stoked about BLEEDING for a week every month what the FUCK, that's STUPID!!!!

Shanks meanwhile is gangly, is growing into his body, is so wildly uncomfortable without the words to explain it. He's struggling. He's looking to the only person he Vibes with, the only one who he doesn't need to fake it for, and he's choking on the weirdest burning feeling in his tummy. It makes him feel a little sick. He doesn't understand.

Finally, eventually, somehow, someway, they're both in their room together, laying opposite across the floor, head on each other's shoulders, Buggy's curls under Shanks' head, Shanks' locks tuckling Bug's cheeks. It's quiet. It's comfortable.

And they talk.

"I envy you," Buggy starts.

Shanks meets the admission with his own. "I'm jealous of you."

"Why?"

"It's weird."

"Yeah.... same."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm."

"Damn..."

Silence reigns. Buggy rolls over, forehead pressed to the line of Shanks' jaw. There's stubble there. It makes the younger pirate want to be sick.

It takes a while until they finally get the heads together and realize what it was. Frankly, I love the ideathat Buggy chop-chopped her tits off, claiming they got in the way during fights and so did it often to "keep up the control". Shanks finds them at one point. Buggy goes to rain he'll down on him for it. He's just.... kind of staring, though. A little pale. Shaking. Buggy isn't used to that look on him. And then Shanks asks.

"Can.... Can I...?"

"Can you WHAT, you stupid redhead?"

"Can I try them on?"

"Wh-" Buggy tilts her head. Shanks doesn't make eye contact. He begins backtracking. Buggy reaches out, pokes the other in the forehead hard enough to send him tumbling to his butt. She's blushing. "Don't tell anyone I let you.... but yeah."

"Huh?"

"Don't make me SAY IT, you moron!!!! You asked. I said yes. Get to it. Gods..."

So Shanks tries on Buggy's boobs in the safety of their room late at night. The only light cones from their lantern and the moon. It's quiet. It's peaceful.

Shanks stares at the mirror. There were no outfit changes, just a slip in and shift of fabric. Shanks is staring. Buggy is staring. It's quiet.

".... I'm paler than you," Buggy says after a few minutes of the other admiring the reflection in their small mirror. "Come here."

Shanks lets Buggy dab on some concealer, lets the other blend the color into a smooth transition. The redhead lets the blue haired pirate fix up the shirt, the breasts, the sash. Then both are turning to the mirror.

Buggy's chest is flat. Shanks's chest is not.

Shanks's clothes give an illusion of a curve. Buggy's clothes hide it.

"I look like a girl," Shanks says softly.

"I look like a boy," Buggy sighs.

They're quiet for a moment. Then Shanks decides to break the strangely fragile air. "I think... you'd look really good as a boy. If you... ya know.... wanted to be."

And Buggy side eyes the redhead for a moment before huffing. "You'd make a ridiculously pretty girl. Still gross, but.... pretty."

They share a look, then a laugh. Then they cry. Then the next thing either know they're hugging on the floor, trying to stay silent as they sob, clinging so tightly it was sure to leave bruises.

Shanks is 12, Buggy is 11, and they come out to the crew, hand in hand.

It goes better than expected. It is not, however, great.

There are many hiccups, and Roger is vehement on supporting both of the kids, on giving them the freedom and allowance to do and be whoever they are. Rayleigh is a little slower to the party, but he's getting there. Crocus tries to scare the kids with medical side effects of transitioning. Nothing dissuades them. Not much changes, but Buggy has a realization that he's maybe a little less of a MAN than something man-like. They're comfortable with themselves, and Shanks is still overbearing protective, Buggy's still explosively temperamental. ((And Shanks bit someone who called her far more ladylike than Buggy could ever be, right after insinuating that her Blue wasn't man enough. She did not apologize.))

Eventually, the crew manages to get in touch with Ivankov, and Shanks knows what she wants. Iva helps. Buggy is practically VIBRATING in excitement because Shanks looks so happy and healthy and good and is GLOWING and he wants to be just as flashy and cool and comfortable and-!!

And his body splits at the stab. He blinks. He blushes. He tries to force himself to stay together. He splits again. Iva is frowning. Buggy is trying desperately not to cry. Roger proceeds to come up with increasingly insane ideas, and they try them all, and it never works. Iva's hormones are a direct path, and seastone or sea water will negate the abilities. Buggy is.... out of luck.

Shanks tries to make Iva undo her changes. "If Buggy can't then I won't either!!"

It's not safe to immediately back-to-back change, Iva explains, and then Buggy plasters on a smile, fake and fragile and hollow and tells Shanks that if she does this, he'll kick her ass. She deserves to be happy, he says. He sounds genuine about it. Something about it doesn't feel right. The crew calls it his first "proper choice as a man". Shanks is bristling and Roger gives the men a harsh frown.

Iva considers the boy before them. "I may not be able to help this way," they admit, "but you can do it the manual way. It's medically possible. Many people do it, and there are many methods beyond just injections to achieve it."

Crocus, who had told both teens that it was impossible, tries to creep away. Roger catches him.

Ultimately, Buggy gets some T beginning at about 13. A late bloomer, Roger tells him warmly. It's enough for some mild voice changes, and Buggy is so excited, so stoked, so happy-!!!

And then he gets sick.

And then the crew goes to, names, returns from Laughtale.

And then Roger disbands the crew.

And then he and Shanks are alone.

And then two years passes.

And then Roger dies.

And then Buggy might as well have died for all that occurs in the wake of it all.

He loses access to all of his medicine, he spirals, he's essentially a dumpsterfire of a man, and then he grits his teeth, grabs the situation by the balls, and he makes his life himself.

Reuniting with Shanks at Marineford is definitely not on his list, but it damn sure happens, and he damn sure screeches his displeasure about it.

And he's only mildly angry that she manages to wriggle her way back into his heart as if she'd never left in the first place ((she didn't, but he'll swear loudly that he'd evicted her immediately)).

They keep it lowkey - at least as well as they can, between a lovesick lover girl and a flashy, easily flustered clown. Not much changes to common view, and between Buggy's rarely used network strings and Shanks' frequently underestimated poker face, they manage.

And finally? Finally, they're actually happy.

[fanfictionroxs]

My little thoughts and feelings about each character in Only Friends (post ep7):

Boston - Love him. This guy is single handedly responsible for the drama and glee and joy I get from this show. Of course there are other factors, but ugh Boston what a great guy! Hope he records more of his friends kissing and causes havok and gets more beatings by Mew in swimming pools. Hilarious!

Nick - Pathetic little menace lol. He has a cute vulnerable face that is so damn adorable that I get even Boston falling for it. Complete traitor though. Responsible for all the problems in his love life though he likes to pretend otherwise. I hope Sand fucks him and calms him down. Boston couldn't do it.. maybe Sand can.

Top - Mr. Top tier playboy, whose fame I don't buy because if you don't care for your partner's pleasure, who the FUCK would recommend you LMAO! Anyway, he is actually a fucking romantic at heart with top tier date ideas. This man just needs someone to househusband him and fuck him nice and proper and Mew is just the person for it. But since Mr. Idiot fucked up things big time, who knows if they will even end up together?

Ray - Thailand's gay Devdas. If you don't know who that is, shame on you! Anyway, I have feelings of extreme fury towards him while also wanting to yeet him into rehab asap because this child is not crossing 25 otherwise. Needs to get his behaviour in fucking order and needs to treat Sand better or else I'm jumping in that show to beat him up like Mew jumped in the pool to beat Boston. Also, he's super hot and I totally get Sand, but I would still kick his ass to the curb. But I kind of want to cry at his beauty, bl drama gods have mercy!

Mew - MY SON! I have adored him in his calm era and I adore him in his raging era. Such a self-aware king. Vengeful as FUCK! Calm like the ocean, but if you piss him off.. well be ready for a fucking tsunami. I hope by the end of the show, he is able to find a balance between both sides of his because there is as much strength in being kind as there is in being cunning and sharp. And together, these traits make for a lethal combo! I'm fine whether he takes back Top or not. I just want him happy by the end with that honor student batch and sipping some nice mock-tails with his moms.

Sand - MY SON! Will definitely become Thailand's pansexual/bisexual Taylor Swift with the amount of banger songs he is going to make after all this drama. A self-aware king much like Mew, though I think he has more issues poor boy. I wish he loves himself more and dumps Ray's ass lol (I say that while my RaySand heart cries like a little bitch). Anyway, he is single-handedly responsible for feeding my angsty fanfiction heart. Heartbreak makes him look SO pretty, no wonder Ray keeps doing that to him (I'm a horrible person dont kill me please!). BUTT! I want a happy ending for him whether it's with Ray or not. Also, I need someone to attic husband him (hint hint RAY nudge nudge though in my fanfic Top does it hehe) and take care of him because this man cares for everyone, BUT NO ONE DOES IT FOR HIM! WHERE'S THE LOVING FOR MY LOVEY DOVEY BABY?!

Well that's all folks! Can't wait for ep8 to cry some more!

[ippenx]

A3! Act 1 Thoughts (3) | Reread

I got a chuckle out of this, Izumi couldn’t have missed harder if she tried.

I would have LOVED to see this website. Give us a picture, you cowards.

Who among us indeed.

Based on this interaction of Tsuzuru just yeeting Kazunari out, I wonder if he was the designated Kazuwrangler in high school.

Honey, you are a very good boy AND a liar. Poor Sakuya overworking himself for the swordfight scene …

*angry staring*

On the writing side at least, I think it’s great how they’ve written Masumi for what they were going for, because he could not be more like a belligerent and selfish toddler if he tried. He’s a rare case of me hating the point but loving how they got it across.

Sakuya my poor lost little kitten, I am once again so horribly sorry for your parents.

So I just watched the Winter Act 2 stage this week and this is just … very … *crying on the floor* THE SHOW MUST GO ON. SAKUYA MADE IT GO ON!

The man, the myth, the legend.

Ah so that’s why you’re so good at those, Citron?

Local angsty cat learns that NPCs potentially have complex feelings, more at 11.

*gamer link skill rant here*

Not gonna lie, I had a big crush on Itaru in this fit. Still do. He was also in my first EN 10 pull, and I got to bloom him fairly early on. His card is so pretty!! (don’t get me started on the stage version)

And they say weebs are useless, smh.

Yuki, we appreciate them!! We love them!!! And you!!!!

He spends his whole time being a joy to look at AND calling out things/people I find annoying, no wonder I adore him.

Can I interest you in a nice long one-way trip to the middle of the ocean?

He even took a flier *sob* he really is a theater junkie and a kind person.

Next: Act 1 Part 4 →

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[lemonking00]

Dumb Headcanons with LK!

I have a headache and feel like shit but whatever. 

Today Imma go off about Jason Todd

Okay so we know this man has enough trauma that if it spilled into the ocean you could drink it and it would take like sad boy soup (please don’t drink the ocean). But I thought it be funny just to go off about some of the silly HCs i have about this man. There are some that are more not so funny haha, but I will put a TW before them so you can skip over. anyways, enjoy.

Everything is under the cut cuz this bitch long af

FtM Jason

I vibe with both cis and trans Jason but FtM Jay will always hold a special place in my soul. that being said, I feel like this boy either didn’t really have a chest (through hormone blockers or just genetically not having a big chest.) Or he had some of the biggest honkers known to man. 

If Jay has a small chest I feel like he keeps up with a very strict workout regiment so he doesn't develop fat in and around his chest area. Boy is so flat that he didn’t need to get top surgery (lucky bastard) so he has no defining scars. Tho I do think he feels like his chest doesn't look right sometimes and kinda freaks himself out.

If Jay has a big chest I don’t think it’s because Bruce is transphobic or anything, but because Jay either a) didn’t tell Bruce tell later on. Or b) Didn’t find out he was trans tell a few years after he hit puberty. Could also be a bit of both. Like Jay figures out he’s not a girl when he around 12 (So when he first meets Bruce) but doesn’t tell Bruce until one day Bruce asks why Jay always has some kind of tenser bandage around his chest (Jay’s around 13-14). Jason finally gives in and comes out to Bruce. Que getting a stern talking to from Alfred about the importance of binding properly and all that jazz. He gets on T as a gift for his 15th B-day. Kinda sucks cuz he dies not too long after. After he wakes up he’s very much so pissed about everything (Especially the fact that he still has tits) Anyway, a few months after being in life pt2 the electric boogalo he goes up to literary anyone he knows that can use a knife and not fuck up and asks them to yeet his teetes. So his scars are kind funky. Don’t get me wrong his chest looks great and is not misshapen in anyway, but the scars are kinda funky.

Jason Todd needs glasses

If seen some art and fanfics where he has reading glasses and it always makes my brain feel fuzzy/pos. But here me out, what if this boy just needs glasses. Like hes not blind af but its to a point that if he doesn't have contacts in everything is slightly fuzzy. his eyes were fine before the pit, but now they’re just slightly fucked. He usually has contacts in (cuz glasses don’t exactly fit under his helmet) but he does were his glasses when he isn’t on parole or is just chilling. makes for a good disguise though because not many people know he needs glasses.

Jay Hates the taste of blood (TW mentions of: Blood, Puking, The way Jay died, PTSD.)

Jay HATES when blood get’s in his mouth. If he get’s a nose bleed or a cut on or around his mouth he’ll do everything in his power to not get it in his mouth.

When he has blood in his mouth it makes him think about how he died cuz ya know he got boinked to death (He doesn’t always get flash backs from this but he does get very uncomfortable whenever he tastes blood.) There’s also a very good chance that he’ll just puke his guts out if the blood sits on his tongue for too long. If his on a mission or parole and has his helmet on he will rip it off to either spit out the blood or so he doesn’t puke in his helmet. 

He also can’t stand the taste of metal but it freaks him out slightly less because it cold and not warm.

Jason colour codes people (TW mentions of: Panic, jay’s death, maybe some PTSD)

I have no clue how to describe why i think he does this but Imma try. So basically when jay dies the last thing he remembers seeing is joker (obviously) but with that comes the fact that The Joker is very colourful. The green purple combo especially made him uncomfortable. so eventually he decided to colour code the people he knows so hopefully he’ll fell less shitty when seeing certain colours. (He either learnt this through a friend/family or from a therapist.)

Red: Tim Drake

Orange: Roy Harper

Yellow: Duke Thomas

Green: Damian Wayne

Blue: Dick Grayson

Purple: Kori (Koriand'r)

Black: Bruce Wayne

White: Alfred Pennyworth

Gray: Bizarro

Green and purple combo still make Jay feel uneasy but he’s a lot better now that he does this.

That’s all I can think of rn but i may add more at a later date. If you wanna share your HCs with me I’d love to read them!! That’s all for now until next time!!

[aleximedicusa]

someone should go to the ocean w lewis i’m just saying

[dragmiire]

shadowborders replied to your post: g.anondorf has the power, the strength, the...

does the one time ganondorf had link yeeted over the ocean count ))

it is close. wind waker gan is truly the pinnacle of ganondorfs so it makes sense he would get the closest.

[clone-whore-99]

Wreck Me

Wrecker x f!Reader

Rating: 18 and up only folks, minors I will yeet you into the ocean

Warnings: Smutty smut with extra smut, porn with no plot, unprotected PiV (Wrap it before you tap it irl folks), rough Wrecker, bondage, teasing, masturbation, manhandling, safe words, Wrecker and reader is in an established relationship. LMK if I need to add anything else.

Authors note: We need more Wrecker smut and he deserves to be as rough as he wants to.

If you like the fic, please let me know by liking, commenting and reblogging it really means a lot to me 🥺👉👈

Wrecker was not a patient man. It was simply just not in his nature. Once his mind was set on a goal, he was going to get it and waiting for it was nothing short of torture for him.

And boy have you been torturing him. You had teased him nonstop all week. Touches that lingered just a bit too long, 'accidentally' dropping things just so you could bend over to pick it up right in front of him, always getting so close and yet, somehow stay just out his reach. It was maddening.

And now, here you were. Just the two of you, all alone, in your bedroom.

The second the door closed, Wreckers large hands and rough lips were all over you, ready to take what you had been teasing him with all week.

"Ah ah ah," You placed a wiggly finger over his lips, while your other hand rested on his chest plate and lightly pushed him backwards. "Lose the armor first. I want to play a game."

With no hesitation, Wrecker all but ripped his armor off him, the heavy plastoid loudly declaring its collision with the floor.

Wrecker was about to make his way over to you once again, but you held a hand up signaling him to stop, while taking a step back.

"Ahww c'mon, I've waited all week for this!" Wrecker loudly complained through a pout. He could be such a big child sometimes.

"And you'll have to wait longer if you keep complaining. Now get on the bed, I'll be there in a second." You gave the big man a wink, before temporarily disappearing from his sight.

When you came back, you were wearing this cute little dark red lingerie dress that was just exactly covering what it needed to. Your hands were hiding behind your back, and your steps were painfully slow, but made your hips sway deliciously from side to side.

Wreckers eyes were darkened and filled with lust as you finally reached him. His large hands instantly found home on your hips, as he pulled you to straddle his lap.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and let whatever you were hiding behind your back drop to the bed and before Wrecker could look to find out what you were hiding, you quickly pulled his lips to yours in an all consuming kiss.

Wreckers grip on your waist tightened, as he growled against your lips and hungrily pushed his tongue into your mouth.

You gladly allowed him access, letting him rile himself up before you were going to start the little experimental game you had planned.

Your own hands found their way down his chest, past his waist and landed on his hips, lightly starting to tug on his shirt.

Wrecker broke the kiss to desperately free his upper body from its confinement, nearly ruining the shirt in the process.

You let out a flirtatious giggle. "So eager for me, huh big guy?"

"You don't know what you do to me, mesh'la," Wrecker growled, already moving in to continue the kiss. But, you stop him once again with a hand to his lips.

"Actually, I think I'd like to find out..." You purr. "Do you remember our safe word, love?"

Wrecker nodded slowly, his eyes filled with an odd mix of confusion and lust. "Ehh, yea, it's erm.. Lula, right? But isn't that just for you? In case I get too rough?"

You gave the big man a look, that made a shiver run down his spine. What was this feeling you gave him? Excitment? Fear? Anticipation?

"Lie down on your back," You ordered, as you leaned over to grab whatever you had been hiding from his point of view so far.

Once Wrecker was lying comfortable on your bed, propped up against your mountain of pillows, you pulled out a pair of special handcuffs.

It was handcuffs originally designed for wookies. They were wider and more sturdy built than a normal pair.

"may I?" You asked, nodding towards the head of your bed.

Wreckers eyes widened once he realized what you had been planning. He instantly put his hands together and moved them to rest over his head, so you had easy access to bind him to the bed.

"You know, I can still break out of those," Wrecker reminded you, his voice nearly roared from excitement.

"I know." You said, cheerfully. Once you were sure he was properly restrained, you booped his nose. "I plan on it. But this way, it won't be as easy for you."

"W-wa-wait, what do you mean 'you plan on it'?" It was so cute, how Wrecker always got a slight stutter when he didn't know what was happening.

You moved to sit on his lower stomach, just above where he would want you the most. Your hands lightly massaged his breasts, as you gave him a mischievous smile.

"You said it yourself, love. I don't know what I do to you." You made your voice sound as innocent as possible, before leaning over so your body was completely pressed against his and your lips barely ghosting over his jawline. "So, I wanna see just how crazy I can make you, before you show me."

Before Wrecker could protest, your lips latched onto his neck and you started sucking on that special little spot that always left him wordless.

The handcuffs already rattled along with Wreckers groan, as his hands had instinctively reached for you.

You were already working hard on making this man a desperate mess. Your lips were finding all the right spots to suck on and lick along his jaw and neck. Your hands continued to massage his broad chest, with your fingers pinching and rubbing against his nipples every now and then.

But the worst was definitely your lower region. Wrecker could feel your heat drip through the thin lace of your panties, as you were grinding yourself against his abs - right above where he actually wanted you.

The way Wrecker squirmed underneath you and how desperate his pants and moans were, you couldn't help but to feel rather hot yourself.

You straightened up with a roll of your hips and your hands teasingly started playing with the fabric that hung loose around your body.

Wrecker watched you with hungry eyes, his pupils dilated with pure lust. The cuffs rattled in protest, when he tried to reach out to touch you, much to his annoyance. Still, he didn't break free nor did he say the safe word.

Slowly - painfully slow according to Wrecker - you removed the fabric covering your upper body. Your tits sprung free and you started playing with them while maintaining eye contact with the man below you.

"Don't you wish it was your hands all over my tits, Wrecker?" You moaned, pushing the soft flesh together while teasing your own nipples.

Wrecker nearly broke free right there and then, but nearly wasn't enough.

You let yourself scoot down his body, making sure your lips and tits graced his skin along the way. You kept going, right until your lips were just above the waist line of his blacks and the soft flesh of your tits were resting on his throbbing hard cock.

When you sat back up again, a thin line of precum, that had leaked through the blacks, was hanging from your breast. Wrecker let out a painful groan at the sight of this.

In a swift movement, you collected it on your fingers and then licked your fingers clean. Once again, Wrecker groaned loudly. It wouldn't be long before he would break, though you had to give him credit for lasting this long.

"Already leaking, love?" You purred, wanting to see how far you truly to could push this man. "I have barely even begun."

Had it been normal handcuffs, Wrecker would without a doubt have broken free by this. But, it seemed like he needed a bit more motivation before he could claim what he wanted.

Your fingers grabbed the edge of the waist and you quickly freed Wreckers member from it's confinement. It sprung up in all it's glory, bigger than you had ever seen it before and harder than durasteel.

You fingers lightly traced the edge of it, making it wildly twitch in anticipation. Wrecker started buckling his hips towards your hand, desperate for the relieve you wouldn't give him.

"Mesh'la," Wrecker cried, his voice hoarse from all the moaning and groaning he's been doing. "Ad'ika, Cyare, please!"

"Please what, love?" Your voice was so innocent, contrasting the wild torture you were putting this man through.

You leaned down to give the tip of his cock a small kiss, an action which caused Wrecker to throw his head back and let out a loud sob.

You laid down next to Wrecker, your body half-way on top of his and you leaned in close to whisper in his ear: "You still know the safe word, right love? You know you can end this if you can't take any more, right?" You wanted to be sure that you weren't completely breaking the poor man.

A low chuckle barely escaped his lips, as Wrecker turned his face to kiss your cheek. "Yea, I know, don't worry." His voice - though still hoarse - was low and reassuring, nearly making you want to release him and show him just how much you loved him. Nearly.

Instead, you swung your leg over his broad chest straddling it in the process. You had the most evil grin across your face, as your hips lightly rocked back and forth, keeping what he wanted just outside his reach.

"Please what, love?" You repeated in a more mocking tone. One hand was playing with your tit, while the other found it's way to your panties and moved them to the side, showing Wrecker fully what he was missing out on.

"Please... Me? I can do that." You purred, and you fingers found their way to your clit and began rubbing it in rough circles.

You threw your head back at the pleasure, all the teasing had build up in you as well and it took you nearly no time before you were moaning loudly, your fingers thrusting in and out of you while your thumb kept rubbing your glistening pearl. You were so far gone in your own pleasure, that you almost didn't hear the loud clang of metal breaking.

Before you could even react to the sound, you had been thrown onto the bed and Wrecker was right above you, covering your entire frame.

There was something in his eyes, something you had never seen before. It was more than just lust, it was feral - wild and dangerous. You could only let out a breathless gasp at the sight of this.

Wrecker held a bruising grip on your thigh, pushing your leg against your upper body as much as possible.

With his other hand, Wrecker ran the tip of his member through your folds a couple of times, gathering up your arousal before lining it up with your entrance and with a roll of his hip, fully sheathed himself in you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you screamed out in pleasure, cumming right there and then. You had been so close and the way that he completely filled you, stretching you to the point where pain meets pleasure and reaching your innermost spot - that was the last push you needed.

But Wrecker wasn't going to wait for you to ride out your orgasm. No, you had made him wait long enough.

With one hand still holding your thigh, his other hand found home on your neck, as he started thrusting into you at a relentless pace.

"Teach. You. To. Tease. Me. All. Week." Wrecker groaned through gritted teeth, thrusting extra hard with each word for emphasis. It would be nothing short of a miracle, if you were able to walk tomorrow.

"Touching. Yourself. On. Top. Of. Me. Driving. Me. Kriffing. Crazy."

Your body hadn't even gotten over the first orgasm, when another one began building up. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you grabbed your sheets. Nothing could ever prepare you for how divine this felt.

Finally, Wrecker wasn't holding back. His grip on you were bruising, dizzying and his thrust were fast and hard. You could feel him in every inch of your body, filling you like you had never experienced before.

Wrecker was close. His thrusts slowed down and got rougher at the same time. His pelvis was rubbing against your clit in the perfect way and his tip constantly hitting that spot no one else could reach.

Before you knew of it, you could feel the hot ribbons of seed shoot inside of you and it was your undoing. Wrecker could feel the vibrations from the scream his hand held back. Your vision turned white and your body started spasming as you came more than you've ever had before.

Once you were both starting to come down, Wrecker collapsed to the side and onto his back, pulling you with him so you could be on top.

You were both gasping for air, covered in a light coat of sweat and spent.

Wrecker was the first to regain some strength and he quickly grabbed your face so you would look at him.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm so sorry, I completely lost control, I-I didn't -"

"I'm fine, Wrecker." You assured him, placing a hand on his cheek. "I wanted you to lose control."

With what little strength you had left in your body, you pulled yourself closer to his face so you could give him a kiss. Wrecker got the dumbest grin on his face from this and started giggling like he had just gotten his first kiss ever from his crush.

Stars what an idiot. But, he was your idiot and you loved him more than anything in the galaxy.

Dividers by: @djarrex

Taglist: @zoeykallus @rain-on-kamino @kaminocasey (I'm not sure, but I think you asked me to tag you once my fic called "Wreck me" was done) @chubbernaut69 @in-the-crosshairs

[the-final-sif]

Oh my god, Dream getting his wings properly preened for the first time by Phil and OH BOY, he's having A BLAST, let him ZOOM, let him YEET HIMSELF OF THE ROOF, HE CAN DO THIS 😂😂😂

Oh boy, post prison c!Dream is not letting c!Philza touch these wings unless it's to cut them off. Not only does he have issues with people being behind him, but his new wings would be very sensitive and until he settles into all the new sensations he's going to be avoiding touching them as much as he can.

For a rough timeline, I think it'd take at least a week for c!Dream to be talked into keeping them, and two weeks before the group feels like the change is permanent. At that point, Dream would be in dire need of a proper preening. Phil would have to walk him through the process, and it'd be slow and paintaking-

Actually, I've changed my mind mid-paragraph. c!Dream WOULD let Philza preen his wings, but I don't think Philza would do it. Like, Dream's determined to ignore all of his trauma and prove he isn't scared of anything or anyone by letting Philza be behind him and be touching very sensitive feathers, but Philza has 1 (one) ounce of common sense and realizes that's a bad idea. He'd probably offer an excuse though, about it either being better for Dream to learn to do it himself, or about wings being a very personal and private thing to care for.

The only reason Philza would preen Dream's wings would be if there was a health risk or Dream was unable to. Which might happen, but it'd be unlikely. Phil might also try to have c!Techno do it instead, even if he's less experienced, Dream is a lot more comfortable with him.

While Dream does get curious and fucks around with the wings a bit, he only goes on his first proper flight after 2 weeks. When his body has recovered somewhat and he's figured out walking again. Philza teaches him a lot of the basic movements on the ground, and then they head to the ocean side with a stasis chamber set up, so that if Dream nose dives, they can teleport him back before anything goes wrong.

It takes a bit of getting used to, but Dream takes to flight a lot easier than anyone expected! He's so light from all the starvation that it makes flying almost effortless. His parkour gave him a good sense of movement, and he's used to navigating while moving quickly already. Landing takes some getting used to, but Phil is a good teacher!

Tbh I think by the end of things, nobody regrets the wings more than Techno. Dream can now appear from anywhere totally silently, and there's nothing Techno can do about it. He lives in fear of a neon green jump scare hiding around every corner.

[husbandohunter]

Boys over flowers [Genshin Impact/Various x Reader] Part 2

Not everything had to be about fighting. Ahem Childe.

Genre: fluff, angst(?)

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Xiao

{Zhongli}

Out of all the bountiful possessions in the land he carved with his very own hands, the glaze lily had always been his favourite.

This flower was a nostalgia stained with time. As much as he loved them, the love he felt was more of a bittersweet sadness if anything. The loss of a friend, his mentor, someone he cherished so deeply, all of it was held into a single glaze lily.

Once as Morax, now as ordinary Zhongli, in those 6000 years he had seen it all. Even his grief for Guizhong faded into a memory.

Sometimes Zhongli felt like he was reading from a story book. Detatched while staring through an omniscient standpoint. It seems that his infinite years brought both experience and lonliness along the way.

"Zhongli? What are you staring at?"

But not when he was with you.

The glaze lily went on many journeys when he met you

He remembers the first encounter on a sunset night just as the petals  were about to bloom. You were there, crouched down, staring into his golden eyes.

“This is for you! Not many can be fully matured like this so make sure to take good care of it,” You held it out to him and he takes the stem out of your hold.

“A parting gift, I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” Zhongli sees it as a sign of a new contract, “It seems you possess a good eye when you were selecting them.”

He remembers the bouquet you presented during his birthday, the garland you placed on his head when he was reading, the vase by his desk always filled to the brim whenever you’d pay a visit to his parlour.

He remembers how the blue petals scattered across the floor the day you two married, everywhere he went so did this flower. Everytime he saw this flower, he thought of you.

Was it okay to feel like this? No one can ever replace Guizhong, was it okay to love again even when this being was much more perishable than she was? Zhongli was use to the experience of tragedy and loss as it was part of life.

Ah, so this must be what it feels like to live like a mortal.

To cherish every passing moment knowing that it won’t last forever. He will embrace it to the end. 

Old memories that were once dust rose from the soil, now reborn into a new beginning. Your curious gaze leans closer to his profile, sitting side-by-side under the blankets of your shared bed, the corners of his lips lift into a small smile.

“I’m only reminiscing, my dear. You don’t need to worry for me.” He kisses your forehead and tucked you to bed. The candle now blown out as his arms wrapped around your waist while spooning from behind.

Zhongli closed his eyes, knowing if he dreamt of a garden full of glaze lilies, there will be no sadness behind it.

{Childe}

Mother fucker would try to turn this into a sparring session.

This is why you NEVER invite Childe. If the valley were the air nomads, Childe was the fire nation. He’d stomp his muddy shoes in front of you just to get your attention simply because he knows it will piss you off.

An angry s/o means a potential fight. Win win situation.

Thus, no one blamed you for giving him a cold shoulder after that.

“Aha, looks like I went a little too far, didn’t I? Alright alright, I’ll stop trampling on your flowers from now on, you have my word. So talk to me, okay? Please?”

Alas you spare him a glance, “Make that a pinky promise.”

He didn’t know you were so serious about gardening. The Feiyun commerce guild took greate pride in cultivating the finest silk flowers in all of Teyvat and you being from that guild held up that legacy. Even if Childe tries to buy back the ones he stepped on, nothing could match the quality of your work.

Needless to say, your little hobby became a normal thing, Childe was very chaotic in nature so something more calm was nice to mediate that attitude. You taught him how to water plants, place the fertilizer and knowing which ones to pick.

But let’s be real, florist Childe isn’t that far-fetched because he is 10/10 waifu material.

Then Teucer comes in and tags along. He wanted to take some silk flowers back to Tonia until Childe informed him they’ll wilt on their way to Snezhnaya. 

“Aww, that’s too bad,” he would say while pouting, “Then I’ll give them to you big sister (Y/n)!”

“How sweet, you’ll be quite the charmer when you’re all grown up, Teucer. Maybe even better than your big brother.”

“Come on now, babe. You know that’s impossible.”

You twirled the silk flower right under your nose, the playful tone never leaving your voice, “Oh really? You and Teucer both share the same genes so yes, it is a possibility.”

An amusing glint dances in the ocean of his gaze as he gleefully remarks, “Well if you put it that way, I think Teucer would be at a very big disadvantage.”

“What do you-”

Before you could finish, Childe covers Teucer’s eyes and leans over to steal a sinful kiss, sliding his tongue inside. He purposely brushed his lips over yours after parting, completely satisfied by your flustered expression.

I love this bastard

{Xiao}

Hip hip hooray for having both Qiqi and Xiao in your party. Must be fun collecting their ascension materials.

“Adeptus Xiao!”

Your dumbass fell off the high cliff while obtaining the violet grass, Xiao yeets in from nowhere and caught you from death’s clutches.

Shall I mention that this had happened TWICE already?

Xiao carries you to safety and gently settles you down to your feet. He shot you the sharpest and most deadpan look he could muster because actions speak louder that words, he was trying to make a point.

You gave him a weary smile as the violetgrass batch limps in your hands along with the qingxins.

“I can hardly fathom how utterly stupid and moronic you can actually be. What did you think would happen when you tried to pull off that stunt? That you’d suddenly grow wings and be able to fly?”

His harsh words put you back into your place like a scolded child, “I’m sorry...I just wanted to help...”

Mah man does not watch what he says and always end up guilty. Your kicked puppy look is really going to be the death of him. He means well, just harsh when it comes to your well-being.

“Fine, give me those. I’ll take care of it.” He wouldn’t allow you to retort, he just took them from your hands and left without a word.

Let’s just say that Xiao isn’t the best when it comes to handling flowers as he would handle monesters, his touch isn’t the most delicate either and would prefer to get the job done fast. 

Sometimes he’d pull the roots our along with it, dirt and mud dripping from the bottom of the stem. Or the opposite. He pulls too hard and the stem just SNAPS and you’re left with just the blossom. 

“Does it matter? They’re only ingredients as you’ve said.”

That gave you a perfect excuse to teach him the ways of gardening and just be more delicate overall. 

At first he didn’t understand why humans were so meticulous about these things but when he saw a man present a bouquet to his wife, Xiao began to reconsider his methods. He doesn’t undersand mortal traditions as much and sticks to something simple and classy.

Don’t be surprised when you find a bunch on your desk for your birthday <3

{Albedo}

The sheer cold of dragon spine could naturally kill any botanical organisms aside from mints. The only flowers Albedo usually sees are the ones he artificially makes.

But being the genius he was, Albedo knew every variety of flowers to exist in the book. In this case, HE was the expert.

To him, the flower was the symbol of life. Albedo only knew the scientific facts of plant life and their natural functions, you on the otherhand were more familiar with the flower languages in a deeper meaning.

Today was a rare day where Albedo figured he’d step out of that freezing lab and conduct his research somewhere warmer, specifically Windrise where it’s quiet and away from the city.

“Dandelions may not be flowers but thei’re the main specialty of Mondstadt carrying the meaning of ‘freedom’! That’s probably how the Acting Grandmaster got her title.”

“Freedom...” He ponders, “I guess you cold say that.”

Albedo can’t understand why people would choose to associate meaning with plants. Where do their ideas come from? And why? Frankly, he can’t see the point in any of it. 

But at the same time, it made him happy to see you so enthusiastic about his research even if it wasn’t quite near the target. Albedo had always been so engrossed in his work and you’d just silently keep him company of the side, not many times where you both fot to nerd out on the same topic.

Emotions were still a mystery to him. It seems that even upon the most boring subjects, they don’t seem boring anymore when talking to his significant other. Soon enough, Albedo found himself putting his research aside and just listening to you talk. 

“And the Rose expresses romance and love. It’s common for lovers to give it to another during Valentines day.”

He hums cheekily, “Are you telling me that just to hint me to give one to you?”

“W-Well, I didn’t say that.”

He got nothing done. Perhaps his research can wait for another day, right now, he was more curious on what other meanings can a flower hold.

[elias-code]

Two Left Hooves [1/7]

Choose your own adventure ~ "Intro"

Characters: Technoblade x gn!reader, Philza, Eret

Summary: This is a choose-your-own-adventure!! You met Techno through Phil, helping him get rid of his headache after hibernation. He was immediately infatuated with you. Techno invites you to go to Eret's banquet. When you arrive to prepare for the banquet, he tells you that he will only sleep in his room with you if you wanted, now you get to choose if you want to sleep with him or not…

Warnings: Cussing

--- Phil ---

“Hey, Techno,” I peeked my head around the corner, holding the letter behind my back away from his line of sight.

“Hullo,” He turned to me, hands still in his hair, pin sticking out of his mouth. He was braiding his pink hair, unaware that his worst nightmare was about to come true. “So, mate,” I walked in, hands still behind my back, “I got some mail.”

“Mhm,”

“You remember the egg?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He turned back to the mirror, inspecting the last loop he’d made.

“Eret is hosting another banquet,”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you’re invited,” his face in the mirror went pale, “since you’re the one who yeeted it.”

Techno paused, unmoving. Slowly, he tied the ribbon at the bottom of the braid, securing it with the pin. He made eye contact with me, his eyes were begging me to yell psych! and run out the door. Instead, I held the opened letter, once hidden behind me, up in the air, presenting it to him.

“Phil…”

“Yeah?” I laughed, this was the most scared I’ve ever seen him.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope, look.” I shook it at him, flipping it over to show Eret’s handwriting: To Technoblade and Philza Minecraft.

He shuddered slightly, finally turning to me and taking the letter from my hands. It read:

Technoblade and Philza,

This may seem strange and menacing, but I promise it’s not. Ever since the red banquet disaster, I’ve been thinking about how much I think the people of this server need a pick-me-up. We needed a re-do.

So, I’ve decided to host a banquet, this time out in the open with no bullshit. There’ll be drinks, games, and dancing, and I want you to be there. Since you had a lot to do with the egg’s eventual downfall, I personally think you need to be there, Technoblade.

I’ll tell you what I’ve told everyone else. There’s a plus-one requirement for safety reasons (buddy system), and so I’ve addressed this to both of you. I look forward to your attendance! I suggest wearing something else since I don’t want anyone having flashbacks when they see your royal gown.

On the back of the card, Eret wrote the coordinates and information about the dress code. The card had gold decorations on the edges, curling and twisting like vines, dotted with golden roses complete with thorns. The dress code specified that the suggested colours were black, white, blue, and gold, hence the bordering roses.

“Do you own anything you think you could wear?” I asked as he handed the card back to me.

“I still have the Arctic coat, but if this is anywhere near L’Manburg, it’s gonna be too hot for that.”

“Right, I might have to make something for you then,”

“Alright,” He hesitated, “Do I have to go? That’s a lot of enemies in one place…”

“Yeah, sorry mate, you have to go.” I put the card back into the envelope, closing and pocketing it. “Oh, wait, one thing Techno,”

“There’s more?”

“Um, I can’t go.”

“What?” “I can’t go to the banquet,” I was lying, but he didn’t need to know that, “I’m supposed to be at the ocean monument that day.”

“And your fishing can’t wait?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. “Who am I supposed to bring?”

“I dunno, mate,” I shrugged and clicked my heel against the floor, “Maybe you can bring that bird I introduced you to… if you can find them.”

— Techno —

“Phil, who’s this?” I had walked into the kitchen, half-dressed. I was not expecting to see someone else sitting at the table. They looked at me, smiling and waving.

“Oh hello sleepyhead,” Phil remarked, stirring the rabbit stew that hung over the fireplace, “I dunno, they don’t seem to have a name.”

“Hello!” I looked back at them. They were dressed in forest green pants, tucked into black boots lined by silver buttons with fancy engravings, laced in leather strips, looped and tied at the top of the boot. Their top was one of mine, an old long-sleeved white cotton top Phil had probably found in the back of the closet. They had a golden-yellow scarf slung over their shoulders. I waved awkwardly, still half asleep.

“You don’t have a name?” I asked, still confused.

“Uh, I guess not. Phil’s the only person I’ve seen in a while.” They said, pointing at him. He was closing the white under-curtains, almost like he was avoiding the interaction.

“Then what do I call you?”

“Phil’s been calling me the bird.”

“Bird, huh?”

“He says it's because I’m migrating.”

That was strange enough as it was, and I decided to leave it there. Talking was making my headache worse, so I walked over to the stew, immediately recognizing the smell of carrots, potatoes, and chicken over the rabbit smell. My stomach grumbled, attempting to convince me to shove my face into the pot and gorge myself, but I pulled back.

“Is it ready yet, Phi?” I asked.

“No, it still has a couple of minutes, don’t go touching it yet. We should all eat together.”

I could wait a bit longer, I supposed. The smell was enticing, but my attention still lingered on the “bird” sitting at the table, reading a book. I sat down at the table and thumped my head onto it, only to make my headache worse.

“Ughhhh,” I groaned.

“You ok?” The bird asked.

“Headache,”

“Ah, I have something for that!” They picked up a bag from the floor and rummaged around in it for a bit before pulling out a small vial of green liquid. They uncorked it and an overwhelming spinach smell washed over me. “It might smell odd, but it works wonders.”

I lifted my head off the table and took the vial from them, inspecting it.

“Is this thing safe to drink?” I furrowed my eyebrows at them, looking for dishonesty.

They snatched it from me and took a swig, swiftly handing it back to me. “Take that as a yes.” They said.

— The Bird —

I knocked on the door, shivering slightly in the cold. I wore three layers, an undershirt, a turtleneck, and a thick coat. I got a letter a couple of days ago from Technoblade, asking me to go to the banquet with him and inviting me to stay at his cabin before the banquet. I accepted and sent the letter the same day since I knew the mail was slow. Just one day later, I hopped on my horse and made my way to the far arctic.

Techno opened the door and ushered me inside, shutting the door behind me.

“Jesus, you’re shivering,” he said, grabbing his cape off its stand and wrapping me with it. Thankfully, my face was already red enough from the cold that he didn’t notice me blush.

“Is your horse outside?”

“Yeah, I tied her up to the post,” I pulled the enormous cloak tighter to me, “but I don’t think she should stay there for long, it's too cold.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” He said, turning from me and walking out the door. The sudden freezing breeze pushed me into the living room, near the fire. I sat down in an armchair and Steve wandered over to say hello.

“Hey, Steve…” I offered my hand to him and he sniffed it, grunting in my face with his fishy breath, “You do not smell good, big boy…”

He huffed like he understood what I said and I chuckled. He sat at my feet as I scratched his head. “At least you’re soft, Steve.” You smiled, “Good boy…”

The door opened and slammed again, Techno walked over dusting his hands off and Steve lumbered over to greet him.

“Hello Steve, you’ve inspected them, yeah?” He baby talked at him. The polar bear was big, almost as tall as Techno standing on all fours. It was strange to see such a big man 'baby talk' an apex predator, so you laughed a bit to yourself.

“What?” He asked, patting Steve on the head.

“Nothing, you’re just being cute.”

He smiled and sat himself down on the couch, crossing his legs and looking at you.

“If I’d left you out there any longer, you would have gotten frostbite,”

You realized you were still shivering in his cloak, “Yeah, thanks for not letting me die out there, and for the cape,”

“If I’d let you die, I wouldn’t have a date for the banquet.”

“Ooh, I’m a date now, am I?” I teased.

He blushed and looked away, still smiling.

“I suppose so,” he whispered.

He stood and offered a hand to me. I took it and stood, following him upstairs to his room, the only bedroom in the house. The room had recently been tidied, the paintings on the wall included snowy landscapes and one of a wither. The curtains were open, the night sky illuminating the room. The moonlight made everything a pale blue, almost making Techno’s hair purple.

“I don’t have anywhere else for you to stay right now unless you want to sleep on the couch.”

“Are you also sleeping here?”

“Only if you’re ok with it,” He said, kneeling by the fireplace and setting logs on the grate.

Would he really? He seems so shy…

— Technoblade —

I could feel my blood rush to my face as they asked if I’d sleep with them. I turned to the fireplace and lit the fire, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Only if you’re ok with it,” I said.

They paused and my heartbeat harder, unsure what they were going to say. I started preparing the fire, putting the hesitation out of my mind.

////////UNDER CONSTRUCTION BRRRRRRRRR (2/3 complete)///////

Do you allow him to sleep with you?

Yes, tell him you’re going to be cold and need the body heat. (NSFW)

Ask where he wants to sleep. (Fluff)

No, respectfully suggest he sleep on the couch. (SFW)

[cinnamonest]

"swam across the ocean for that lumine coochie" Lena you are hilarious 😭

He WOULD though my boy yeeted himself off the back of a dragon into the ocean, he'd absolutely yeet himself into the ocean again for Lumine. Has definitely stolen some of her clothes so he can literally just use those to sniff her out like a bloodhound

[lucifers-favorite-pen]

How The Obey Me Brothers Would Do in a “The Forest” AU

Fandom: Obey me

Pairings: None

Warnings: Swearing, idiocy, mild gore

The Forest was just released for the new Oculus headset, and Levi could NOT pass up this opportunity. However, it’s just his luck he got his hands on a cursed copy of the game, and ended up sucking the House of Lamentation into the game! Here’s how our favorite boys faired in the universe of “The Forest”

Lucifer:

Is pissed.

Bitches about it heavily

Is irritated that he has to find and wrangle a digital son now as well as his siblings. 

Would definitely help everyone else build a little shelter before nightfall, but would be grumbling about how much work he has to do at home and how far behind this would put him. 

Doesn’t let MC lift a finger and is 100% a mother hen the whole time. 

Seems inconvenienced by the whole cannibal thing, until he realizes magic doesn’t exist here and he has to use his melee fighting skills to kill them. Skills that are a little rusty...

Teams up with Beel to be the camp dads and take care of everyone

Super paranoid about the stability of the walls and the house at the beginning

Dies from eating a poisonous berry. He didn’t know he could be affected by poison in this game.

Over all, does his best to keep everyone alive, and feels really bad when someone dies. 

No longer feels bad when he learns that the worst thing that happens is you lose all your stuff and you respawn. 

A solid 7/10 job. Probably dies a few times due to someone else being an idiot, but is a pretty good survivalist when push comes to shove. 

Mammon:

Is also pissed

He was in the middle of counting the grimm from his latest modeling gig when he was sucked into the game.

Bitches and moans with/at Lucifer, but tries to build and maintain a shelter.

Who’s Timmy?

I don’t think crows exist in the game, but seagulls do and they all land on his fingers and he makes friends with them.

Is very upset when one of his brothers kills a bird for food or to simply carry around its head as a trophy. 

Sees cannibals and tries to trade with them with the grimm he has in his pockets.

Dies on sight.

Now when he sees or hears cannibals he screams and cowers behind MC 

When they go away or the screaming stops, he stands up straight and dusts off his jacket “Psh, I wasn’t afraid! I was trying to comfort you from behind! YOU were the one afraid”

After a while in the game, he gets his shit together and honestly kinda kills it. 

This is the avatar of greed, you know he is going to gather and horde so many valuable resources and then guard them with his life. 

“Mammon I’m hurt please stop hissing at me and let me have the medicine bottle”

*hiss* “You can have ONE pill and ONE pill only”

Over all, the definition of “They had us in the first half ngl”

8/10 for managing the group’s food and resource stores so well and only dying a fuck ton of times. 

Levi

...oops?

Feels quite guilty, but is also secretly pumped to immerse himself in the game.

Was extremely skilled at this game IRL and tries to explain how it works to everyone else, but they’re all so pissed and no one’s listening.

“That’s fine, who would want to listen to a yucky otaku like me anyway!” 

Magic doesn’t exist here, but that doesn’t stop Levi from yeeting himself into the ocean and turning into a giant sea monster while his brothers complete the game. 

They don’t want his help? They don’t want to know that the cannibals can’t swim and that they’ll be safer if they build a boat and live in a boathouse on the water? Fine. Then Perish <3

That goes for Timmy too, fuck that kid. 

Doesn’t want MC to suffer tho, so he’ll kill a few sharks and throw them up over the wall with his tail. (I’m assuming that if the game is released for Oculus Rift that they will get their shit together and also make sharks edible)

Is having a grand time taking over the ocean. 

Will sometimes go to shore to visit MC. Everyone is confused as to where he has been and how he is thriving. He just smiles and jumps back in the water.

10/10 strats. Never once dies. Tells everyone what they were doing wrong and how they could have had it easier when they beat the game and are back IRL out of spite.

Satan

Angy

Is throwing things in their spots while building the shelter, but is still helping

Spawns in with the book he was reading in his hand.

That book is eventually stolen from his grasp in the night and used as kindling for the fire.

Lucifer explains that if he didn’t steal his book they all would have died. 

Satan does not give a fuck

“Use the kid’s stupid fucking drawings you dipshit!”

“I can’t they’re story items!”

Goes on a rampage and kills so many deer, effectively feeding the group for a week.  

Sees the cannibals for the first time and thinks “same” 

Pretty good fighter and pretty resourceful when it comes to making armor and weapons. 

Outfits MC with the all of his prototypes and tells them to go run at a tree

“How do you feel, MC?”

“Like I ran at a tree with a deer skin on my chest”

“Interesting”

Very upset at the whole no magic thing, but will work with it.

Over all, 7/10 job. Dies a couple times from cannibals and the other monsters, but makes it to the end.

Asmo

Oh dear. 

Oh dear this sweet summer child. 

“Why are we looking for this child when he’s so ugly?”

Is distraught and so very upset this is happening to him. Cries variations of “woe is me” for the first five hours of game play

Does not help build a shelter

Does not help gather food and resources

Does not help period. Only whines. 

Sees cannibals sprinting and jumping towards the shelter and pushes Lucifer in front of him

“Take him! I’m too pretty to die!”

“HEY!”

What follows after the first three days is a slow decent into madness. 

Ends up butt ass naked for the majority of the game because the clothes he spawned in with were ripped to shreds and “No animal skin clothing in this world is good enough to adorn my perfect body”

Starts speaking to the animals and becomes friends with all of them like a Disney Princess. 

The animals come to his aid when he lets out a specific shriek that calls them to his side.

Spends his time weaving flower crowns for MC, his brothers, and his animal friends. 

Everyone knows he’s snapped when Beel brings back the dead body of a cannibal and Asmo dips his dirty little finger into an open wound and wipes the blood on his lips. 

“I just love this shade! Don’t you?” 

5/10 job. Dies multiple times from trying to befriend hostile animals, but also has an army of woodland creatures at his disposal by the end of the game.

Beel

Bro you know this mans is about to make this game his bitch

Spawns in with a cheeseburger.

Eats the cheeseburger.

“I have a son?”

“I HAVE A SON :D”

“Where is my son?”

Honestly the thought of Beel in this game is so sexy like I’m simping so hard rn 

Grab your water skins and buckle up bc it’s about to get thirsty up in here y’all

A shirt? Beel doesn’t know what those are anymore

He crafts one of those shoulder harnesses out of hide and bone and sticks a bone shiv thing on the forearm 

Don’t mess with this demon when his dinner and his family is on the line.

Is not afraid of anything except the death of his loved ones.

Cannibals? Nah, dinner.

Other monsters? Nah, dinner. 

Full shirtless lumberjack mode with Lucifer, and later Mammon, when cutting down trees in the forest. MC is drooling. 

Definitely makes a game out of how many trees they can all chop down before giving up.

Plays knuckle bones with Belphie and MC using real knuckle bones. 

Doesn’t want to share his food with the others but will if they didn’t get anything to eat that day. 

Chef Beel. That’s it that’s the post. 

10/10 job. Only dies once throwing his body over Belphie’s sleeping one to save him. 

Get’s annoyed when he finds out Belphie was fake sleeping

Very sexy. Would watch. 

Belphie

Nah dude no thanks 

Alexa play “Wake Me Up When September Ends”

Alexa play “Billie Jean”

“And the kid is not my son”

Get’s so fucking pissed when he finds out he can’t sleep without everyone else deciding to sleep too so he just lays down with his eyes closed and hopes for the best.

Doesn’t help with anything unless someone asks him to

Even then he’ll roll his eyes like brat and slowly do it

An actual sloth

No like he clings to MC and Beel like a sleepy sloth 100% of the time

He can’t find any cows and is sad so he settles for the local deer instead. 

Fake sleeps through most of the whole thing, paying monster and cannibals alike absolutely no mind. Beel will take care of it.

Freaks the fuck out when Beel dies on top of him and goes into a rage and kills everything in sight. 

Very sweet reunion when he realizes that they just respawn.

No longer pays death any mind and continues fake sleeping. 

0/10. Virtually useless. 

Masterpost

[kpopscenario]

A day on the beach

Pairing: Vernon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You finally managed to organize the much needed day trip to the beach with your boyfriend - and some other friends who would cause some mixed feelings in Vernon.

A/N: Mentions of jealousy

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I looked out of the window and finally saw the beach. The weather was just right- not too cold, not too hot. Just perfect not to freeze in only a bikini but also not to sweat like a pig under the sun. I was sitting on the passenger’s seat, next to my boyfriend Vernon, who always wore a content little smile on his face while concentrating on the road. 

“If it takes us ten more minutes to arrive-”

“If you complain one more time, I’m gonna yeet you out of the car”, Chan groaned towards Soonyoung who was now pouting like the immature adult he was. Vernon just took a turn left and then already could drive onto the parking area. 

“Look outside, we’re already here, relax”, the male next to me said in his calm voice. 

Minutes later, we were ready to wander to the actual beach, with all our bags and umbrellas. It was actually hilarious how we kinda looked like we were going on a week trip with everything they insisted on taking with us. As we finally decided a spot that wasn’t in a crowded area, Chan took the towels out, I arranged the umbrellas, Vernon got himself something to drink and Soonyoung immediately got rid of his shirt. That man had been whining during the whole ride about how badly he missed the sea and being able to just lay down on the sand or play beach volleyball. It was cute how excited the pink-haired male was and it didn’t take him more than a minute to run into the waves, making us laugh. He clumsily tripped one meter inside the water- falling face first. Chan only shook his head, half ashamed for his friend, but then got undressed as well. 

“Are we going in too?”

Within a minute, both Vernon and I were ready to join our clumsy clown and so we all went into the quite cold water. While Chan was very passionate about swimming (just like Vernon and Soonyoung), I was quite respectfully approaching them. Not because of the temperature, but because I was paranoid what might swim around my feet without me knowing. Luckily, they knew that and they didn’t splash me with water to rush me. Vernon was patiently waiting for me, like the gentleman and good boyfriend that he was, even asked if I wanted to hold his hand, which I then gladly took to get deeper. Meanwhile the other two were already dipping their heads underwater or splashed each other. 

Although I wasn’t the biggest fan of being in the water, Vernon made sure to always be around if the other two were occupied with something else or too far away. A few minutes in, the three of them started playing with a soft ball while I preferred to watch them being all silly and excited. The sweet thing was Vernon keep checking how far I was away, or if I was comfortable - something I really appreciated him for. His supportive, caring and low-key soft personality made me feel safe in wherever we were and I loved him for that. After a while, I felt my body shivering and I bet my lips were turning purple. 

“I-I think I'm gonna lay down a bit”, I explained before seeing my boyfriend approve with a nod. So I left the water and headed to our place, wanting to feel the soft towel underneath me. As soon as I was out of the ocean, I felt myself relieved, the ocean just wasn’t my thing. But lying on the towel with a book and something to drink was so much better. Therefore I did exactly that, casually watching the three friends playing or making challenges who could swim the fastest. It was clear that we all needed this day off. They hadn’t had a free fully day off in a long while, therefore it was a hell to organize this day trip. But here we were and I couldn’t have been happier. 

I was on the verge of falling asleep with my open book covering my face, as someone was nudging my leg. 

“Whaaat”, I whined and peeked up - only to see Chan with a grin on his face, all wet and his grey hair being stuck to his forehead. 

“I was gonna get myself some ice cream, are you joining?”, before I answered, my eyes gazed towards my boyfriend. “They keep coming up with new challenges.” 

Amused by them, I giggled and then got up and got my purse. The ice cream stand wasn’t too far away so I didn’t mind getting a shirt over the bikini, why should I? 

“One chocolate and one strawberry please”, I ordered, already knowing that Chan would want nothing else but strawberry ice cream, it was always the same. “I still have no idea how you can actually enjoy strawberries.”

“Uh excuse me when that’s the best flavor?”, he scoffed and contently started eating (deliberately using mmmmmmmhs a million times, which made me nudge him). “Not at you coming for me when you’re ordering the most boring flavor. Chocolate- how creative.”

“Aye! I'm gonna give you a brown nose if you don’t stop disrespecting my amazing taste.” 

Back on our towels, we sat next to each other and both enjoyed our ice cream. Eventually, my eyes met with Vernon’s and he waved back with a wide smile that made me giggle. Chan leaned back and supported his weight on his elbows. 

“From afar, Vernon looks like a stick figure dancing in the water.”

That comment from Chan made me burst out into laughter.

“WHERE did that come from?”, still giggling, we now both observed my boyfriend who definitely looked more handsome than a fucking stick figure. But I kinda knew what Chan meant. Vernon wasn’t the one with the broadest shoulders, not that buff, event that didn’t mean he was exactly skinny. he was perfectly fit. I hit Chan’s chest nevertheless and whined. “Vernon DOESN’T look like that, mister. Just because he’s not as buff as Seungcheol? You’re not that buff either, lil boy.”

That caused Chan to sit straight. 

“DON’T call me that, you dwarf. And I am buff! At least more buff than half a year ago, look!”, he then sucked in some air to appear in a more adequate position, flexing not only his broad upper body but also his arms, which indeed have gained muscle weight overtime. 

“Well, okay maybe a tiny little bit. But look”, I started poking the faded outlines of abs. “still squishy here.” 

Little did I know that Vernon’s expression dropped when he looked over - only to see me touching Chan’s body. 

He just wanted to check what I was doing or if I got bored with him still being in the water. But apparently I had very good company. 

When Vernon’s jealous, he doesn’t seem like it from the outside. He wouldn’t look too different than when he’d just woken up or when he’s bored. Just staring but being rather silent. However, he stopped playing with Soonyoung for quite a moment, his eyes fixed on me and how I giggled to things Chan were saying. What was that funny? He was very well aware that Chan had been my closest friend and that since a long time. But something in Vernon’s head told him that we were being more than just friendly right then. 

“Everything okay?”, Soonyoung asked, impatient with his friend not passing the ball back but Vernon then shook the feeling off as well as possible to continue playing. He was very rarely jealous and even if he was, he mostly was mature enough to know what I was doing, or if I was doing it deliberately or accidentally. He didn’t like being jealous. You were in a strong relationship and he was proud to be my number one safe place, although Chan surely counted as one too. One side of him tried to shake it off and let me have fun with my friend, just like Vernon did with Soonyoung. But the curiosity and slightly anxious feeling of jealousy tingled in his fingertips and he kept sighing when looking over, still seeing us talking passionately, pushing each other or even laying down together. 

‘What am I even jealous of’, he mumbled to himself over and over. Literally to the point where he just couldn’t keep looking over. 

“Hey sorry, I need a break”, he mumbled and gave Soonyoung a pressed smile before leaving the water. He couldn’t take his eyes off us not even seeing him approaching until he was literally standing infront of my towel. Like that, he was blocking the sun for me, which made me whine. 

“Step away, love”, I sat up. 

With that, Vernon nodded and lied exactly next to me, on the same big towel which now didn’t leave any more space. 

“Soonyoung called for you, Chan”, he said casually, rubbing his nose to not seem suspicious about lying. His friend surprisedly looked at him and then stood up.

“Alright then, see you later.”

Vernon waited until the distance was big enough to lie on his back and wrap an arm around my shoulder. This made me smile and roll towards him. He didn’t say anything for a while, not knowing if he should even mention being jealous. He literally felt unnecessarily dramatic with this feeling, especially cause it was rare for him. 

“What was that?” “Huh?”

“You touching Chan, giggling and having fun.”

It took me a moment to know what he even meant, and why he was pointing it out in the first place. 

“Is it bad that we were having fun?”, he sighed.

“Of course not, but...”

“Wait”, I interrupted him as I sat up and looked down at him. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous? Are you?”, now he definitely felt embarrassed about his feeling. Him hiding his face behind his hands proved the whole point, making me giggle. “Babbbyyyyyyy, no reason to get jealous of!”

“I know, I know. Ugh sorry, it’s stupid”, he groaned as he felt my weight now half on top of him as I made sure to cuddle him. Giving reassurance would be enough to calm himself down again. It always helped to kiss his shoulder and explaining the context. 

“We .... uh.... he said that you looked like a stick figure in the water. So I defended you by calling him a lil boy and then, you know, he had to flex.” 

That explanation already was enough to make Vernon start laughing, he could imagine the scene way too well. We were now just laying there, giggling and making fun of the situation. And like that, Vernon felt lighter. 

“Thanks for not calling me a stick figure.” “I got you, baby! But it’s cute when you’re jealous.”

[doorinthefloor-aa]

So, let’s get some of my headcanons and the like out there for my smol little mad boi...

1. I don’t recognize Jervis as being attracted to children. I hate that people like to grab for that low hanging fruit due to him being a whimsical and child-like character.

2. With the last one out in the open? It’s only natural that this now gets addressed. While not a p*d* or ch*ld m*l*st*r? He has no aversion to killing children-- typically when he’s in the midst of one of his episodes.

3. When previously mentioned episode is concluded? He deals with the knowledge and repercussions of his actions. He did what he did-- and he hates himself for it.

4. He also hates himself for a lot of reasons. Like generally existing. He has a lot of self image issues spurring from his height problem and the issues it brought him in trying to correct it. Being dragged through the mud by people who he thought were friends as he grew up.

5. He will do everything to try and forget what he’s done and the pain he’s suffered. Whether it’s drugs especially his, special teas, triggering his bouts of madness, or using his own tech to hypnotize himself. He doesn’t care as long as he gets that blast of dopamine.

6. When he’s not in one of his bouts of madness? He’s a pretty nice little bean. Unless he’s in a depressive episode.

7. The hat is absolutely a mechanism to cope with his embarrassment towards his height. He is compensating. Damaging his hat is damaging his ego.

8. I believe Jerv is pansexual and panromantic. He will pluck the moon from the sky and part the oceans as long as his beloved is happy. However if he’s in a heteronormative relationship? He is a huge danger to his partner. This is when he goes a little far with the world he’s imagined and will kidnap and torture his partner in an attempt to get his “happy ending” with Alice.

9. He hates himself for this too.

10. All he wants is to be happy. Even if it means ruining everything he holds dear to get it. Must not be so dear if it isn’t making him happy, amirite?

11. Absolutely part of the dork squad and Jon is his bestie with Eddie not far off.

12. 10000000000000% a little shit.

13. When he’s lucid? He’s an absolute pleasure to be around. You have never met a more appealing little gremlin.

14. 4′8″ and absolutely embarrassed and devastated by it. Size jokes when you’re not Jon or Eddie will result in a lot of problems. He will take little jokes from previous Secret Six members. Deadshot, Catman, Scandal Savage, Knockout... he considers them all caring friends. Except one member...

14-2. He’s going to fucking kill Ragdoll, that piece of shit. You can’t just yeet a tiny gremlin off a roof.

15. This is a look that means shit’s about to go the fuck down...

It’s NOT a difficult task to figure out of Jerv has checked out or not. Not only do his eyes stop focusing entirely but he’ll have troubles keeping conversation without going into a very “six degrees of Kevin Bacon” game of rhyming and ranting. If you’re not Jon or Ed? You’re gonna wanna leave or get them if this is an option. 

16. Using him as an arm rest will get you stabbed. Literally. Don’t touch his hat-- especially in such a display of disrespect. Jon and Eddie ARE exempt.

17. He has a pet! It’s a massive (duh), white (also duh), female Flemish giant. It’s basically his size and he allows it to free roam around his headquarters. It’s a total shit (It’s an unneutered female) that only like Jervis. Your muse may think they like it at first but it will proceed to growl at anyone else. Her name is, and I’m sure you didn’t see this coming, Alice. They’re all named Alice. All being when he eventually loses (he takes GOOD care of her-- but they live 8-10 years and it’s a big painful deal whenever this comes up)  her and replaces her with a new one.

18. You have never seen someone more disappointed then Jerv after watching the Tim Burton Alice In Wonderland Movies. He felt personally attacked and he will, like a little pot calling the kettle black, tell you how ridiculous Johnny Depp’s portrayal of the Mad Hatter is.

19. Only tea time snacks when he’s having one of his episodes.

20. Jerv has an impressive resistance to poisons which allow him to be nearly immune.

21. Suffers from macrocephaly. Suffers from schizophrenia. Suffers from OCD. Suffers from delusions. Suffers from hallucinations. Suffers from bouts of madness. May be stuck in a delusional state for months at a time. Suffers from blackouts 

22. If you ask-- he’s probably into it. Take that as you will. He wants and desires love and attention.

23. Absolutely a little shit.

24. If you pick him up and move him out of the way? You’ll have to deal with an angry little gremlin that’s out for your blood.