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softquietsteadylove · 8 months

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We definitely need more Thenamesh presidency AU!

Would you write more? Maybe Thena has to do an interview and the interviewer is a bit too friendly and asks her some subtile weird questions and basically undresses her with his eyes? Let Gil step in and protect his girlfriend in the most professional way? 😄

Thank you! Keep up your amazing work! ❤️

"Thank you for joining me, Madam President."

Thena smiled, nodding courteously but quiet thus far. Not only did she have to be careful of every single word she said these days, but she couldn't afford to get tired and run low on energy part way through the possibly lengthy interview.

"The rumours are true," her interviewer smiled, and that was always a dangerous start to a sentence. He tilted his head at her, "you are as beautiful as you are intimidating."

Gil looked up from Thena's schedule in his hand.

Thena tilted her head, though, "is that part of the question."

Eros laughed, "no, you're right it's off the record. Call it an attempt to get to know you?"

"I believe that is what the interview will be for."

Again, Eros took no offense to what would be a dry response to some and a defensive remark to most. He laughed, letting it roll off of him. He was renowned for his good nature, as well as being so young for the field of very serious televised journalism. He was popular with younger viewers for his looks.

They needed this interview to secure the young vote--the key to real, effective positive change.

"Yes ma'am, I am very honoured to have the opportunity, let it be said," Eros sat up a little straighter, almost like a professional interviewing the president. He had a dry kind of tone, his words somewhat running together.

"Your show is quite popular," Thena began her part of the battle (Sersi had advised her not to call it that). She had to meet him toe to toe so he didn't twist anything out of her, nor get the chance to misrepresent anything. "My people were happy to arrange the interview."

Kingo had told her that they had to do well with Eros if they wanted any relevance with young people beyond being known as the era of betrayal.

"Careful not to flatter me, ma'am," Eros continued to schmooze as if they were having drinks at a work conference as opposed to meeting in a secure location for journalistic purposes. He ran a hand through his hair. "I am prone to ego."

"A privilege few can afford."

"I believe you could be afforded anything," he tilted his head, his eyes drifting over her for just a second.

Thena shifted in her chair. Her hands were clasped together, because it was safer than having them loose enough to fidget and betray micro-expressions for her.

Gil cleared his throat off to the side, motioning for things to keep moving for the sake of time. He was frowning.

"So, Madam President," Eros began a proper question as if he hadn't been blatantly flirting with her - the most powerful woman in the country - seconds ago. "You have arrived to a rather precarious position."

Finally the interview began in earnest. Gil drifted around the edges of it, of course asked to keep his presence to a minimum, but permitted to stay in Thena's proximity, as was her security.

A few things were off limits--the direct mention of Ikaris' vacated position, the status of the staff investigations after his betrayal, suspects, that kind of thing. Although the ramifications of such things were technically fair game.

There were two cameras set up strategically on tripods. Eros' show would use edited footage of the interview, which would be subject to their review for security reasons. Gil mostly stayed behind Thena's shoulder, out of the frame, keeping his eyes on the popular show host.

"Now, I would like to ask," Eros looked up from his dossier of questions and points to bring up. He had done so a few times already and every time he did, the tone of the interview would...shift. "And this can be off the record, if you like."

Gil rolled his eyes.

"But it must be said that this is the first time an unmarried woman has come to power as you have." There it was. Gil shook his head faintly, although it seemed Eros was done taking his silent direction. "Does this affect the office you keep, in any way?"

"Why would it?" Thena asked flatly, not only not dignifying his question but also answering the real point of it. "No one in the cabinet minds if I am married or not, only if I can do the job of serving our country."

"So would you say you're on the market?"

Gil snapped Thena's schedule closed, as loudly as he could but not nearly as loudly as he would like. Eros looked up at him; he swiped his hand across his throat, telling him to cut it.

Eros barely acknowledged being told to back off but leaned back in his chair again. Of course doing so gave him another opportunity to run his eyes over Thena.

She was wearing a light grey pantsuit, but the way he was looking at her certainly seemed as if she were half dressed.

"Perhaps we should take five," Eros suggested in a much more - and perhaps falsely - amiable tone. He uncrossed his legs and stood with his dossier in hand. "I am happy to fetch you some water, ma'am."

Gil held out his hand for Thena to hold as she stood. "No outside food or drink--thank you."

The 'thank you' really was an afterthought.

"Of course," Eros nodded, giving his most charming smile. "I shall return in a moment, then."

Security both let him out and followed him as an escort. Such was the requirement of being alone in a room with Madam President herself.

Thena sighed, accepting the water bottle Gil himself was holding, "how long is this?"

"Probably another hour," he chuckled, speaking quietly as they hovered together. "You're doing great so far. You haven't even told him to go fuck himself."

Thena let out a quiet laugh against her hand, but it was certainly real. A few of the security team laughed too (those close enough to them to hear it).

Gil angled his shoulder for her, getting as close as they could afford when not totally alone. Although it didn't stop his eyes from being a little too soft when he looked at her. "Just a little more. I'm right here if you need me."

Thena's eyes weren't much better at keeping their monumental secret. "Thank you, as always."

Gil chuckled, taking the water bottle from her, "you know there's no need."

Her hand brushed against his on the way, "still."

A knock on the door signalled that their guest was back.

Thena sighed but let Gil hold her hand as she sat down again. He leaned down to her ear, "I'm gonna kill him if he asks you about being single again."

Thena laughed, although she couldn't reply. She gave his hand one more little squeeze, prepared to delve back into their work.

"Come in," Gil announced, although he stayed at the edge of Thena's chair. Eros nodded to him as he walked back into the room and to his own seat. Gil kept his eye on him, "limit personal questions going forward."

It was a very straightforward statement, and one that could be expected from her personal attache. No one would necessarily suspect it was her boyfriend telling this clown to stop hitting on her in front of him.

#Thenamesh President AU #I'm so glad people liked this!#a little forbidden relationship is always zesty #Gil has to watch this idiot try to flirt with the president #and much worse: his girlfriend Thena #Thena both is surprised and isn't #Eros is a little more forward than she would have expected but also he's asking in such a way and being just pushy enough #she can't really accuse him of misconduct because it happens too fast and too lightly #Gil says I can and tells him that he's going to act inappropriately they'll take Thena and walk out right now #Eros plays dumb #who's inappropriate???#but Gil gives him a look and he's like okay this guy will fight me in the parking lot #the rest of the interview goes well #Eros stands to shake her hand which she allows #Gil sees the hint of him turning her hand over to kiss the back of it #he springs into action and pulls her back to whisper in her ear #scheduling...or something #no one kisses any part of Thena but him!#or another political dignitary if it's polite in their cultural custom #BUT THAT'S IT

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silentsamlikesham · 5 months

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Sanji was aware that Zoro could speak with a sword in his mouth. He was not aware he could pull the same trick with a dick in his mouth...or what happens when these two almost get caught in the Crow's Nest.

My first time writing smut in a while... no beta, just a read over so hope it reads okay 😅

Wordcount: 2,807

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"You've been pissing me off all day." Sanji growls, the side of his foot making satisfying contact with the side of Zoro's head. He surprises the swordsman who had dropped his weights when Sanji had appeared in the room. He doesn't know what the Cook's problem is, but he isn't going to entertain it for long.

"Bastard." Zoro rams himself forward, his head pushing through Sanji's stomach and slamming him into the wall of the crow's nest with a sickening crunch.

"Damn you." Sanji coughs, ignoring the pain so he can bring his knee up to uppercut the swordsman. Zoro had been teasing him all day, and now the fucker is playing dumb. The way he ate dinner was a sin, his eyes catching Sanji's as he licked sauce off his fingers, practically taunting him in front of the whole crew!

Zoro's face is flicked upwards, blood spilling from the side of his lip as his teeth rattle. Their glares meet with the usual flash of lightning and Zoro realises he's wrapped his arms around the cook, his chin resting on Sanji's abdomen after the attack. What had this idiot all fired up?

"That fucking hurt, ero-cook."

"Cry me a river, Mosshead." Zoro looks ready to murder him, his arms twitching as if he's going to pull back and reach for a sword. Sanji thinks briefly about kneeing him again, maybe angling a sharp kick right between Zoro's legs. That'd make him sorry...

Instead, Sanji drifts a gentle hand to Zoro's face. His thumb swipes away the blood while his fingers curl around the other's cheek. Zoro hates that he leans into the warmth, that his fury is melting into another type of fire, one that pools itself lower in his gut.

"Fuck you."

"Do you want to?" Sanji purrs. "I thought you were getting on your knees for another reason."

"I'm not-" Zoro stills, when he'd thrown himself forward he had lunged with both legs. His knees were currently tensed inches from the floor.

Sanji laughs as Zoro looks down at the ground in surprise, deciding not to let the idiot overthink and back out of this. He pushes heavily on Zoro's shoulders, enjoying the panicked grunt as he falls heavily to his knees.

"What's wrong darling, need a pillow?" Sanji grabs at the short hairs at the back of Zoro's head, pulling ruthlessly at them as he contorts Zoro's neck back, forcing Zoro to meet his eye.

Zoro represses a shiver at the possessive shine in Sanji's gaze as he looks the swordsman up and down in this position. His biceps twitch in anticipation, his body hotwired to push back against the bastard. He swallows the urge to tug the blonde down, to draw a sword against the humiliation he faces when he gives in to the Cook like this. But he doesn't, he can't.

Instead, his eyes fall to the silver zip on Sanji's dress pants, his tongue wetting his lips as he catches on to what the Cook is asking of him.

"Shut up." Zoro emphasises his words by pushing his face into Sanji's crotch, his tongue hot and wet against the fabric of the pants. Sanji bucks in surprise, his head hitting back against wood as two large hands push his hips steadily against the wall.

"Fuck." Sanji breathes slowly, watching Zoro's teeth pull at his zip while one hand undoes the button above. Without any warning or gentleness, Zoro rips any fabric in his way down to Sanji's ankles, his eyes falling smugly on the half-hard cock in front of him.

"What, this is not hot enough for you, Blondie?" Sanji flushes pink from the grin Zoro flashes him. Oh, he fucking hated him.

"I guess it's just not the same when you take charge." Sanji tsks, knowing how riled up the other got whenever Sanji pointed out how submissive Zoro could be when they were alone like this.

"Is that a challenge, eh?"

The response is...unexpected. Sanji tries to swallow through the dryness that has just built in his mouth. Zoro doesn't sound riled up, instead he glances from his hyper-focus on Sanji's dick to the blonde's face. His eyes look as terrifying as they often do in the middle of battle, when the true demon inside the bonehead comes out.

"So what if it is." Sanji retorts, remembering where one of his hands is and pushes his nails into Zoro's skull as he pushes his head towards him, shivering as Zoro's breath hits his cock.

Zoro just chuckles as he ducks his head away from where Sanji is leading him. His lips land on his inner thigh instead, a kiss quickly turning to a nip. Sanji lets out a choked gasp at the sharp pain, stopping his other leg from crashing into the side of Zoro's body on reflex.

"Fucking, damn it." Sanji groans as Zoro litters more nips from his thigh to his hip. The closest he gets to feeling those tantalising lips on his cock is when Zoro ghosts over it on his way to Sanji's other leg.

His cock pulses, becoming fully erect as Zoro uses his hands to reach behind Sanji, massaging into his ass as long fingers almost reach between his crack.

"Something the matter?" Zoro hums, placing his mouth against one of Sanji's balls, licking a strip across as the Cook quivers in his hands.

Sanji doesn't grace the teasing with a response. Instead he grips the side of Zoro's face with his other hand, using both of them to push the Mosshead's lips against his dick, a moan being wretched from his body as without pause Zoro licks up his length, only stopping his course to lick under the head and wrap his lips around the tip.

"Fuuuuck." Sanji moans, both hands sliding down to Zoro's shoulders so he can dig his nails into thick skin. He enjoys feeling the shiver that travels down Zoro's spine in response.

He can feel Zoro's lips stretch around him as he smirks. But Sanji doesn't have time to be upset about that because Zoro has started to bob his head, his lips moving lower with each dip of his head. A hand grips the back of Zoro's neck, encouraging him to pick up his pace.

The sounds bouncing off the walls of the crow's nest are obscene, the wet squelch of Sanji's dick as Zoro coats it in saliva, the choked grunts coming from the Marimo's stretched mouth and the hot pants breaking from Sanji's throat.

The blonde is so focused on those sounds, on the wet heat and sometimes sharp teeth in the green oaf's mouth that he misses the echo of steps beneath them. The pair miss the familiar sound of shoes on iron rungs as someone climbs up the side of the mast, heading for the hatch to the Crow's nest.

It's reflex alone that has Zoro throw a leg at the hatch, moving from resting on his right knee to it pushing out to the side in a deep lunge, his foot just in reach to slam down on the hatch that only opened a centimeter or two.

"Oi!" A familiar shriek can be heard muffled beneath them. "What the hell! Let me in!"

Both of them have gone completely still as Usopp pounds on the hatch.

No one on the crew knew about their recent...arrangement. They'd been pretty good at hiding it, using their watch schedule and dishes rota to steal enough alone time to satisfy one another. Their eyes met showing equal embarrassment and worry.

Sanji is pretty sure he would have lost his arousal but the brute had kept his mouth latched around him. Even now Zoro's tongue moved around his dick, flicking at a vein as Sanji uses all his restraint not to make a sound. Zoro is meant to be the one up here training, Sanji is meant to be in the pantry doing a stock check.

"Piss off!"

Sanji's eyes widen as his eyebrow pushes up to his hairline. His eyes are torn from the hatch, now fixed on the Marimo who hasn't moved his mouth. Sanji wonders for a moment was it himself that spoke? But no, with just the briefest movement of his lips and a strong vibration rattling through his mouth, Zoro speaks again.

"I'm training."

The swordsman is somehow speaking as clearly as ever, looking undisturbed by the dick that is filling the majority of his mouth. Sharp eyes turn to glance at his expression, Zoro being drawn to him when he feels Sanji's dick twitch and pulse inside him.

The cook has gone red, bright tomato red. It's one of the hottest things Zoro has ever seen. Is he that turned on by almost getting caught? Kinky fucker.

"I'm looking for Sanji!" Usopp yells, his fist hitting off the hatch again.

"And why the hell would he be up here?" Zoro retorts, a finger disappearing into Sanji's ass, massaging over his hole as Sanji bites his lip to stay silent. His nails draw blood on Zoro's neck in response to the cheap shot.

"I want a view of the ship! He's not in the galley." Usopp is pushing against the hatch again. The weird position Zoro is in to keep it closed isn't letting him use his full weight or strength and the hatch trembles beneath his boot as Usopp struggles.

"Well he's not on the deck either." Zoro stops focusing on talking and sucks the head of Sanji's dick, forcing the cook to bang his head off the wall, pain blossoming from his skull as he swallows a shout.

"Oi, what was that? You alright?"

"You're distracting me, idiot. Want me to open the hatch and spar with you instead?"

Sanji glares at the mention of opening the crow's nest, but Zoro just raises a brow at the mix of pleasure and anger pulling at the cook's face. He looks adorable when he's pissed off.

"Ah! No! No, that's alright! The great captain Usopp needs no such training! I'm going to go find Sanji now-" The voice gets fainter with each word as Usopp races as far from Zoro as he can get.

Zoro drags his mouth teasingly off the Cook's cock with a loud pop. Sanji groans as the loss of the heat, moving his head groggily to look down at the devilish grin on the other's face.

"So, that turned you on, huh? Knew you were a pervert."

Huh?

"What are you talking about, Marimo?" Sanji's knees are starting to tremble, he can feel Zoro taking some of his weight with his grip on his ass.

"If I knew almost getting caught would make you blush like this-" Zoro pauses to fondle one of Sanji's balls, enjoying the slight knee buckle it elicits as Zoro steadies the blonde by pushing him more harshly against the wall. "I wouldn't have made such an effort to stay quiet when we were in the galley."

Sanji is confused, his body is starting to feel like it's on fire, the warmth of his arousal fighting against the cold of the room. Goosebumps decorate his legs anywhere that Zoro isn't pressed against. He tries to focus on what the other is saying, ignoring how close he is to his release.

"I don't want to get caught, moron." Sanji huffs, trying to thrust himself closer to Zoro's face, but the swordsman holds him in place, seemingly mesmerised as he stares at Sanji's face without blinking.

"Then what got you so worked up there?" Zoro asks, refusing to finish what he started, desperate for the piece of the puzzle he's missing.

"You. Fucking secret ventriloquist powers." Sanji accuses, not being able to continue looking at Zoro as he feels his own blush creeping down his chest at the admission. He hated giving his rival any hints at what riled him up, hated knowing Zoro would use it against him at every conceivable moment. Of course, it also made Sanji pleased to think Zoro would do it again, do it again to please him.

"Huh?" Zoro is not expecting that to be what comes out of the Cook's mouth. He's seen Zoro speak with a sword in his mouth most days, was it really such a shock he could do it with a dick in his mouth instead?

Zoro holds back a laugh as he takes Sanji's dick deep into his mouth again without any warning. He feels his own erection twitch as Sanji is able to get a leg over one of his shoulders, drawing the other closer and not leaving any room for him to retreat again.

"This turns you on?" Zoro does his best to keep any mumbling out of his words, making them as clear as he can.

Sanji groans, pushing Zoro down his dick, getting his own back when the mosshead almost chokes, growling around his cock.

"Yes, you fucking monster. I thought your little sword trick was a speciality. But this? This makes me think you must have the filthiest fucking mouth in the Grand Line."

Zoro preens from the insinuation, taking the taunt as a compliment. He'll show the Cook just how filthy he can be.

He starts sucking the other off with proper focus, using one of his hands to grab the bottom of Sanji's length. He doesn't falter this new pace despite the scars being scratched into his neck and shoulders. He doesn't even blink as tears build in his eyes and Sanji's weight drops on him as the blonde turns to jelly above him.

"Come for me, Curley." Zoro moans, taking Sanji's dick right to the back of his throat as he orders him.

The Cook's whimpering is music to his ears. He tries to enjoy the symphony of pants and moans before they disappear, but as always, it's over before he can get the fill he wants. Not that it matters, the come that fills his throat is worth it, as is the last strangled yelp Sanji finishes with before his body melts against the wall.

Zoro helps him gently slide to the ground, tracing soothing circles into Sanji's sides until the Cook can focus on him again.

"That's- That's not fair." Sanji groans, his hands coming up to rub at his face as he tries to bring himself back to some state of sanity.

Zoro just laughs at the complaint, pushing himself forward until his head is nestled into the crook of Sanji's neck. He takes in the familiar scent of spiced fish and cigarettes, enjoying the smell of sweat and sex mingling in with Sanji's usual scent. Sanji's leg is forced to follow him, bending up against his chest. Zoro gives it an impressed look, always happy to play with the other's flexibility.

"Life's not fair, Ero-Cook."

Sanji wants to drive his leg downwards through Zoro's skull, but he's not sure he currently has the strength to do so. He's also rather enjoying the other being pressed against him like a heated blanket, the chill in the room becoming recognisable again as he's coming down from his rush.

"Oi, I can't touch you if you're pressed against me like this." Sanji points out, once he's caught his breath. The hardness pressed against this abdomen evidently undealt with.

"Shut up, pervert. I'm comfy." Zoro mutters, his eyelids heavy as he wraps his arm around Sanji's thigh that's pressed against the Cook's chest, hugging it like some kind of blanket.

"Huh?" Sanji groans, panicking as he realises the heavy idiot is starting to nod off. "Let me put my pants back on before you fall asleep you neanderthal."

This is not the position for Sanji to join him in a nap. His dick is wet. His legs are spread apart, the stretch not bothering him but the cold wood on his ass is definitely uncomfortable. Not to mention the sniper is going to alert the whole crew about his disappearance if he doesn't go see what he wants.

"Oi! Move." He hisses, pushing against Zoro with little success.

"M'comfy." Zoro groans, pulling Sanji closer as his arms tense around the other.

Sanji sighs, pulling a cigarette from his blazer, that he'd somehow kept on throughout the ordeal.

"You have till I finish this, then I'm going to go find Usopp."

Zoro frowns, not liking the idea of their night coming to such an abrupt end.

He's brought out of the despair by long fingers tugging at his chin though, Sanji leveling him with a scathing look.

"And then I'm coming back up here to deal with you."

Zoro can see Sanji's eyes hungrily watching his Adam's apple as he swallows hard. Any teasing gone from the Cook's tone and is replaced with an intensity that always leaves Zoro breathless.

He could wait.

#one piece zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #zosan #one piece #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #fanfic #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #ventriloquist #smut #zosan smut #zoro is smug #zoro is gay #zoro and sanji #sanji is not a vinsmoke

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8makes1newworld · 7 months

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Mine Forever

a vampire Seonghwa + human reader scenario for the beginning of Halloween season

I hope a certain someone likes this

warnings: wax play. unprotected sex. touch of degradation. blood drinking.

The candles burned low, casting an intimate and somewhat erotic glow around the room. The vampire studied the body of his subject closely, admiring the curves and angles. The wax and candles were a plaything to him, and so were you. His subject. He couldn't wait to see your reaction as the hot wax dripped onto your skin.

You knew you loved the pain that was dished out, and that was why you stayed all these years with him. Seonghwa knew it too, and that was why he wouldn't let you leave. You were stuck here with him, and he knew it, and that was part of the fun. He could do whatever he wanted with you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You gasped sharply as he poured the hot wax onto your skin, mind reeling with pleasure despite how painful it was.

"Taking it so well, pet~" A sadistic smirk twitched at the vampires lips. His face drew near yours as he watched your face contort with the mixed feelings.

His brow quirked as you whined. "Good. Taking it so well without uttering a single word just like how I trained you~" He smiled devilishly.

Your breath caught in your throat as he tilted the candle over your chest. The sticky warmth running along your nipples was enough to cause your eyes to roll back from the sickening pleasure while terrified of what he would do to you next. Finding it exhilarating just the same.

Seonghwa purred with pleasure as he watched the substance pool on your skin, his grin mocking as he watched you where you lie before him helpless and accessible to every whim that he had for you. Being indulged in all of his dirty ideas as you accepted innocently without question.

"You like being a vampire's toy~? Aren't we both so lucky~? You're all mine to play with." The low sound of his purrs made your hair stand on end even more than you thought was possible.

The vampire admired your curves. Finding you even more beautiful then the goddess venus herself as well as Eros.

His glowing red eyes surveyed your body where you lied down.

Indeed you were everything he wanted and more. Always stirring a feeling inside of him that he had thought was long forgotten to never return again.

With you he could remember he was a man as well as vampire, craving the sweet essence that pumped through your veins as well as the feel of your creamy soft skin that enticed him to touch you.

"Does my little one yearn for a reward?" The vampire smirked as he watched you nod eagerly.

"I wonder what I should give~ Such a gorgeous jewel would need something nice, maybe something that would leave a deep impression on you~" Seonghwa's voice rang in your ears as his fingers touched the wax that had now hardened on your nipples. Giving a tug that showed to whom your body belonged to.

You whine from the lack of sensation. How he loved to hear your sounds. So soft, so innocent and literally gifts stolen from a captured angel.

"Mh will this do, little slave~?" He slots himself between your legs suavely. His crotch pressed flush against your entrance.

You nod frantically as his face draws close to yours. The menacing look of hunger mesmerizing you.

"There, there. Such a cooperative little dumb pet~" His voice was like velvet, caressing your ears with unseen hands.

"You're all mine. No one will ever have you, little darling." His voice was a firm but gentle hiss. He discarded his pants hastily and climbed onto you with the grace of a cat.

Your heart pounds. Everything you ever dreamed of with this being was in this moment when it happened.

You moan in ecstasy when you feel his tip press into your hole. Your body arching as you tried to use your arms to crawl away from the stretch that threatened to fragment the remainder of what sanity you had left.

"How can I resist such a delicious delicacy?" Seonghwa smirks at you while your eyes screw shut. He groans in enjoyment as your wet cunt envelopes him in a heavenly embrace.

Your sweet moan electrifying him and making him feel every inch of his body come to life.

"So beautiful, made just for me the warmth of your sweet embrace of love is such a succulently sweet craving to feed~" His voice tender with hints of lust.

He thrusts into you deeply, getting closer to you to inhale your sweet scent. His eyes holding contact with the big beautiful eyes that he so frequently lost himself in.

You were more than just a plaything to him. But the darkness in his heart prevented him from ever saying so.

Your moans spur him on to thrust harder and your hands tangle in his hair passionately while his fangs mark across your neck. Branding you as his.

"My little slave~" He coos sensually and effortlessly coaxed your walls to flutter with arousal. The heat within yourself growing unbearable as the union of your bodies slapping together grew louder.

"Let it out, my little doll~" He growls against your neck, "No one else will have you."

You wildly writhe beneath him as your climax grows nearer, gripping onto the vampire for dear life as all reasoning threatened to shatter.

He smirks when he feels your throat constrict with a gulp. The temptation growing stronger as his mouth closes in on your delicious, pulsing artery.

You release with a screeching cry that could easily rival a banshee. Though the sound was far more soothing and spine tingling. The sensation of his fangs burying into your neck was more than your body could handle.

Pure ecstasy racked your senses and the only thing that you could think of was him. Sucking the blood that you willingly gave him.

He groans lowly as he empties himself inside of you. The heat lulling you to sleep. As well as the loss of blood.

"Mmnh~" You moan softly and close your eyes. Drifting to sleep as the vampire withdrew his bloody fangs from your body.

The vampire gazed down at you, admiring your sleeping face in the candlelight. Your serene expression reminded him of what he had once lost.

With care, he picked you up and carried you to his chamber. The Victorian-style canopy that accented his bed was what he felt was a fitting place to lay you down beneath.

He silently wished that he was a different being now, haunted by endless memories and regrets. But every moment of seeing your peaceful face and your body lying peacefully in his arms, he couldn't help but dream of what might have been.

"As Van Helsing once said 'there's no use in crying over spilled milk'" Seonghwa whispered to himself as he admired you while you slept peacefully in his arms.

He couldn't fathom how things could have been had he been human, but for now he was content to relish every moment with you.

Whether it was love or something else entirely, you were essential to him. He needed you, and he knew you needed him just as much, maybe even more.

No one could ever desire you like he did, and that made your submission to him all the more special.

He was going to savor every instance he had with you, and try to hold on as long as he possibly could. Then maybe, one day you would be a thirsting creature just like him.

The moonlight filtering in through his gauze curtains made a gorgeous, pearlescent glow.

Your peaceful breathing was hypnotic as he watched your beautiful face.

A dark smile played upon his lips as he admired you.

One day, he would be able to have you in his life forever, and this thought filled him with a sadistic joy that he could hardly bear to imagine.

"You're mine forever, y/n~"

#ateez smut #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagines #alternate universe

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becausesomething · 2 months

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Maybe in another Life - ZoSan OneShot

just a smut and touchy oneshot after getting into the zosan zone and got obsessed! 🚬x🗡

-Wake up, mosshead!

Zoro just opens one eye and yawns.

-You're the only one awake and I could use some help cleaning up the mess that Luffy and the others left in the kitchen.

-tsc, I'm woken up to play maid?!

Sanji lights a cigarette to ease his irritation and having to swallow his pride to ask for help. But also suppressing emotions he struggled to ignore.

-There is a bottle of sake from the special stock waiting for you.

Zoro gets up, grabs his swords and heads to the kitchen, without thinking or looking twice at Sanji.

As usual, they divided the tasks naturally and helped each other. Zoro had finished tidying up the dishes and sits at the table, while Sanji finished cleaning the counters.

-More sake Ero-Cook !

-I'm not your employee, marimo, go get it yourself!

Zoro snorts, but gets up and goes to the cupboard to get another bottle. As he turned to go back to the table, Sanji, who was passing by, bumped into him. Their faces are very close and the tension they both feel is noticeable.

-Are you blushing for me, nosebleed boy?

-Shitty swordsman, be aware of personal space!

Zoro, in the heat of the moment, grabs him by the waist and leans him against the closet, supporting himself with one hand.

-Those lips...

-What do you think you're doing, idiot?

Zoro continues to look at him intensely, without letting him break his gaze. In that moment of tension, Sanji loses his temper and begins the kiss that would change his routine. As he had imagined, Zoro's lips, despite being rough, were delicious to feel, especially with that sake flavor. For Zoro, that kiss was necessary, he needed to have those thin, soft lips against his. What was supposed to be just a kiss ended up in both of them prolonging that moment so desired and repressed. Zoro lets go of his waist and moves away from him, picking up the bottle he had placed on the counter and sitting back down at the table.

-Will you accompany me, er-Cook?

Sanji, still glued to the closet, takes a few seconds to assimilate what had just happened. He puts his fingers to his lips, lets out a smile and prepares to light a cigarette as he walks to the table.

That spring night, when they had left Arabasta, emotions finally spoke louder than shame. Words that were never said, because actions spoke louder. During the day they continued their constant rivalry, but when night came and the rest of the gang went to rest, they both allowed themselves to let their guard down and enjoy each other's company.

(...)

Sanji wakes up and doesn't see Zoro anywhere, his heart pounds with fear. He goes looking for it and that's when he finds it. Standing, with torn clothes, covered in blood, and a lifeless look. "Nothing happened", those words cut deeper than knives or glass. That vision of the person he was beginning to love caused a pain he couldn't understand, but he didn't want to feel it again.

(...)

-Dumb browns, I missed you in bed.

Zoro finds him standing on the deck looking at the sea that night when the moon was not shining.

-You're an idiot, an idiot swordsman.

Zoro tries to grab him to steal the kiss, but is stopped by a kick from Sanji that almost hits him, if he weren't faster even though he was injured.

-tsc, what's wrong with you?

-You. The way you took that pain and are here you are looking for me, as if you weren't all hurt.

-I only did it to save you, to save us all!

Zoro, taking advantage of being more muscular, grabs Sanji by the arm and in the movement of pulling him towards him, steals a kiss from him. A kiss that for Zoro was a drug to calm the physical pain. A kiss that for Sanji was bittersweet, because it was also a drug that he couldn't get enough of. When the lips come apart, their eyes meet, but soon Sanji looks away again to the sea and lets go of Zoro.

-Zoro-kun

The only sounds that could be heard were the waves hitting the ship and their hearts beating hard.

-I don't think I'm able to continue this...

Sanji lights a cigarette and expels the smoke, avoiding Zoro's surprised look.

-The pain of thinking that I had lost you when I woke up, the anguish of having found you in that state, the weight of knowing that you are too much for me.-I knew you were an idiot, but not as much as a weak-ass cook.

(...)

After Sanji finds Zoro in Sabaody, his heart doesn't fit in his chest. It had been two long years of living a miserable life and the thought that helped him overcome that hell was that his idiot mooshead was still alive, so there was still hope in trying to remedy the terrible mistake he had made. He just didn't expect to find a completely different man in front of him.

-I thought a lot, all this time... I still have feelings for you. No, I mean, what I felt never went away, no matter how much I tried to deny it or bury it. When I look at you... I still feel butterflies. I can't describe how happy you make me.

Sanji closes his eyes, feeling emotional as he remembers all the moments they both spent together. Zoro crosses his arms and looks him in the eyes.

-Listen Cook, ... Sanji ... After you rejected me ... more than two years ago ... I got over how I felt about you.

Sanji exhales deeply, in an attempt not to be crushed by those words that hurt like knives.

-Sorry - says Zoro, placing his hand on Wado.

-Damn, maybe in another life - says Sanji, lighting a cigarette and looking passionately into Marimo's eyes one last time before facing the rest of the gang.

-Maybe... Ero-Cook - says Zoro who is already ahead, hiding his expression.

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HEY, CUPID! 💘 MASTERLIST

➶ ♡ synopsis: Welcome one and all to Belift Academy where students are growing up to fulfill the roles of their parents. There’s just one problem, the son of Eros has to play cupid. Easy, right? Wrong. What happens when he caught glance of who’s almost the complete opposite of him. Now you’ve got the bow and arrow in your hands and Sunoo is your target.

➶ ♡ genre: smau, fluff, crack, s2l, f2l, mystical character gods/goddesses, slight angst

➶ ♡ warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes, name calling (friendly)

➶ ♡ a/n: I’m redoing the smau from scratch particularly because I didn’t give it the light I wanted it to and hope to make it better than it was before

update schedule isn’t definite but I’m gonna try to do multiple chapters at a time to at least have one a week 😭 so please don’t come for me

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01 || y’all are ALL SO FAKE

02 || bee eff era??

03 || the bar is low 😐

04 || now why did she have to say that

05 || pretty dumb or what

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I'm obsessed with Leara's flirty banter, it's the best -Danny Words: 2,537 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Everything Has Changed' -by Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran

XXXVI: Kinda Want to Kiss Him, Kinda Want to Push Him Into Traffic

Leo's team lost, so he isn't in the ideal mood to have a serious talk, but Ara goes through with it anyway. While everyone's distracted singing and eating s'mores, she starts the awkward conversation.

"I wasn't hiding things intentionally," she speaks in a whisper, even though the kids around them are loud.

"So why does it feel like you are?" Leo's got a frown on his face that she hates to see.

She clasps her hands together and places them against her lips. "So, basically, I'm dumb."

"You could at least try a compelling excuse."

"I thought you wouldn't care!"

"I don't want you to go," he stares at the campfire, shoulders falling a little, "I know your parents asked you to—"

"They're not forcing me. I mean, they decided without telling me first, but if I were to push back, they wouldn't stop me."

"So you're saying... you want to leave?" Leo looks at her. "Is it your prophecy?"

Ara thinks of the vision she saw of Janus, and a chill runs down her spine. The place is not that dark, but they're still close enough to get away with a few things. Ara reaches for Leo's hand and holds it firmly.

"Rachel has recited it twice by now, it's getting serious..." Ara makes a face. "That's not what I wanted to talk about, though."

"Alright... so what is it?"

"Last year, Percy was hiding from more than just a prophecy, and I understand him better now," she sighs. "I watched him tiptoe over his feelings for years until he couldn't anymore, and it only made things harder. We're alike that way."

Leo stares at her with a frown. "Your mother is the goddess of love, Ara."

"And that's all the more reason to be afraid of her!" She exclaims. "And don't even get me started on Eros! There is a reason why my siblings play matchmaker with others and not themselves—"

"But aren't you supposed to... well, love it?"

"It doesn't mean I understand it. My sister Silena advocated for romantic love, defended it, and made use of it. Others, like Piper and I, focus on prosaic beauty and platonic love. Kids like Drew focus on the physicality and idolization of it. Love has many faces, and I never look where to look."

Ara focuses on the kids around the campfire, it's during this time that she gets to see everyone's soul light. She knows what they love, and to have that leverage over so many people can be overwhelming.

"I can't tell if I'm leaving because it's going to make me a better leader, or if I'm going away because I don't want to like you more than I already do."

Leo doesn't want to laugh, but it comes out involuntarily. "You're afraid of liking me too much?"

He's talking in a normal voice now, so she speaks in an even quieter whisper. "You're the first boy that likes me back—"

"Shut up."

Ara looks around in alarm. "Why?"

"No, I mean, that can't be right," Leo scowls. "That can't be true."

"I told you—"

"I remember what you said, but you also mentioned having a first date—"

"Yeah, and you know how that went! Even my first kiss was a fiasco..."

"Please, tell me you're not talking about me," he pouts.

"What? No, it was with a friend—"

"You kissed Lily?" Leo raises his voice.

"No!" Ara pinches his arm. "Be quiet!"

"Nico?"

The girl turns around again, thinking Leo's spotted the younger demigod. "What? Where?"

"No, doofus!" He snorts. "You kissed Nico?"

Ara feels weirdly insulted. "Ew! No! He's like the annoying little cousin I acquired when I got adopted."

"He overexcites you a little too much for me to believe that."

Ara pinches the bridge of her nose. "Alright, let's circle back, okay? I want to make good use of this week, so I don't feel like I'm dipping out."

Leo keeps on teasing her. "Dunno, I kinda want you to feel bad about it..."

"That's not funny."

"It's kinda funny."

"Leo!"

"Arae."

When he says, her name sounds like a prayer instead of a curse. She tries hard to conceal just how much it delights her.

"What's your full name?" Ara crosses her arms. "I need to sound stern and Leo isn't gonna cut it."

"Great question! Unfortunately, I refuse to answer."

"Leoooo," she complains, making use of her puppy eyes.

"Stop that before I kiss you in front of everyone," he whispers a warning, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "You'll leave once the week ends?"

Ara glances down at his hand, they're both glowing. "Yeah."

"I want us to be official by the time you leave."

"What!"

Leo hushes her, though he's smiling. "Jackson, be quiet!"

"Leo, I'm a veteran in this camp," she expresses anxiously. "When my friends got crushes, I was front and center making their lives hell, I loved teasing them—"

He laughs. "Oh, so Karma's gonna getcha real nice, huh?"

"I don't wanna be thrown into the lake," she groans, moving her hand away.

"Come again?" Leo tilts his head in amusement, his body tilting forward when she moves.

"When campers start dating, we throw them in the lake."

"Oh, like when Piper and Jason got together? That was fun," he smirks. "I'm game!"

"Sorry, I forgot you're insane," she frowns. "It's the middle of winter!"

"I'm always warm," he shrugs with a shit-eating grin.

"Let's see if you can handle me for a week first," Ara concludes, knowing she can't win the argument.

"I'll be fine," the boy replies confidently. "I'm the best thing that's happened to you since Reese's created its own cereal, right?"

Ara tries not to laugh. "That's not how I said it."

"I took creative liberty."

The girl shakes her head. "I'm going to bed..."

"That an invitation?"

"Leo!"

Ara wakes up right on time the following day. At first, she can't remember why she's so giddy, she didn't have any dreams, then she remembers Leo and has to take a moment to roll onto her stomach, kick her feet in the air, and giggle.

Once she calms down, Ara gets up and gets dressed. Lily shows up and Ara takes the clipboard off her hands, reading through it and adjusting the to-do list so she ends up going to the bunker right before her free hour.

"I've been thinking about what you said yesterday," Lily says as they walk through camp. "I think we can use your free hour to play video games."

"That's a great idea!" She replies. "Can we invite others?"

Lily pauses. "Who?"

"The Stolls, Jason, Leo, and Piper," Ara grins. "You know, so they feel welcomed! Jason needs to grow attached to us..."

"Uh-uh, one would think dating Piper, a Greek demigod, would be enough," Lily raises a brow. "Are you sure this isn't about your poster boy?"

"Whaaat?" Ara snorts. "No!"

"You gave away all the tasks he offered you, so now you have no excuses to spend time with him."

"What are you talking about? My to-do list says that I'll be going to the bunker today!"

"No, that's my to-do list, yours is only the first four."

Ara frowns, going over the list a second time. "That's confusing."

"You never read the list," her friend chortles. "You try to memorize it, then you spend the rest of the day asking me what's next."

"Well, I get things done, don't I?"

Lily snorts and rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'll pretend I believe you. But I don't think Leo can sit still for more than five minutes, he's like a bouncy ball. Good luck keeping him inside a tiny room."

"He's alright," Ara tries to act like Leo's name doesn't make her want to smile like an idiot. "Hey, do you know his whole name?"

Lily wrinkles her nose. "I heard it was Leonardo, but he may be lying, you never know with him."

"Huh," Ara doesn't know why, but it doesn't sound right to her either.

"Why?"

"He didn't want to tell me."

"Why do you always fall for the guys with weird natures?"

"I don't know, Lily, why do you like stabbing people?" Ara taunts her. "We don't choose our favorite things, they just show up one day and it's like 'Okay, I'll obsess over you now!'"

"So you're obsessed with Leo?" Lily teases her.

"Next time we train together, remind me to kick your ass."

Ara visits the bunker and she brings Connor along as a distraction, they're both carrying large tote bags full of snacks.

"Hi, everyone! We brought lunch!" She announces to the crowd.

They're immediately surrounded by a flock of demigods. Lily's the last one to approach, and Ara's unable to hide her curiosity. "Where's Leo?"

Lily sips on her Capri-Sun. "Why do you need him?"

"Are you his new assistant or something?" She raises a brow. "I just wanna know."

The girl grabs another juice and then vaguely points to the ship. "He's in there. I'll take you."

"No, thanks. I got it."

"If it's about the ship's design, I should join—"

"It's not a—Why am I explaining myself? I'm the General!" Ara loses her temper. "You're dismissed, Saggio."

The girl laughs. "Non distrarre a lungo il nostro ingegnere, Generale, o ti costruirà una nave difettosa," Lily taunts her.

"Hey that's not fair, I still don't know Italian well!" Connor pouts.

Lily guides him to her workbench. "Don't worry about it, come help me design Ara's room."

"Don't put anything weird in it!" The girl warns them.

Lily gives her a thumbs-up without looking back. Ara wants to stay and make sure, but she brought Connor with her for a reason. She loves Lily, but the girl is a nosy little jerk. Ara is too, of course, that's why they're best friends.

Ara walks into the empty ship and gets a little overwhelmed. The thing is huge and she doesn't want to get lost in it, but luckily for her, on the first left turn, she finds Leo crouching near a wall and muttering to himself as he measures something.

Ara sneaks up on him. "Hey!"

Leo jumps out of his skin, dropping the measuring tape. His curls burst into flames. "What the heck is wrong with you?!"

Ara laughs, helping him up. "Many things, but I just like how you burst into flames when I startle you. Like an octopus squirting ink."

Leo picks up his measuring tape. "You're a terrible person."

"I am," she rummages through her almost empty bag. "And you like me anyway."

"Just because I begged you for a date, kissed you, and said I'm crushing on you big time, doesn't mean I like being bullied. I accept your bullying 'cause you're stronger than me and I can't fight you," he quips.

Ara hands him an apple and a water bottle. "Talking about that... you should train."

"I'm good," he replies, taking a huge bite out of his fruit. He swallows it before speaking again. "Busy building the greatest warship in history."

"We won't always be there to protect you," she crosses her arms. "I would sleep better if you knew how to use a sword..."

"I know how to use a sword! You poke the soft spots! It ain't that hard, doll," Leo taunts her, continuing with his work. "Besides, I was chosen 'cause I'm an inventor. Can't do that if I lose a limb."

"We can reattach limbs. Paolo has gotten his arm reattached a few times already."

Leo looks at her. "Please, tell me the second time was because they put it backward on their first try."

Ara steps forward and holds his face. "Are you not interested because you don't like training, or is it something else?"

The boy struggles to maintain eye contact. "I don't have what it takes to be a good swordsman or an archer—I'd probably stab my foot..."

"Guns exist?" She suggests, half-joking.

"I know I'm from Houston, but I'm not that kind of Texan," Ara tries not to laugh, but Leo notices her expression and keeps going. "I would shoot myself in the butt. Probably make my visits to the bathroom way shorter, everything would come right out—"

She bursts out laughing, letting go of his face. "I'm being serious!"

"And I don't want that," Leo reaches up to cup her face. "I'm pretty sure I could make a weapon on the go if I'm ever in real danger."

"At least train to be in good shape," she insists. "You can climb the lava wall with me, and learn close combat?"

"Exactly how close the combat is?" He smirks.

She pushes him away giggling. "Anyway, I came here for a reason, not just to scare you."

"That's good to hear," Leo takes another bite of his apple. "What is it?"

"Lily fixed my schedule, so I have an empty hour every day. I told her we should invite our friends—"

"Am I your friend in this situation?"

"For now, yes. It'd be a good excuse to spend time together and hang out."

"In a secluded space, where no one is looking," he steps closer to her. "Just like the one we're in right now."

Ara blushes. "I mean... the rec room isn't this big..."

Leo takes another bite of his apple and watches her with a strange look in his eyes. "We could get away with some fun stuff anyhow..."

His skin is glowing again, just like hers. His words are making it impossible to think straight.

"That's a yes?"

"Yeah. I'm counting it as a date."

Ara looks away, the room feels a thousand times hotter now. "I—uh... that's all. I gotta... visit Pollo."

In the little time it takes her to finish the sentence, Leo pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and then holds the side of her face.

"Don't," she says. "There are people around..."

"Be honest," he inches closer. "You're worried they'll judge you for dating me? I mean, I know I'm no jock, but..." Leo is joking, but when Ara doesn't deny it, his smile falters. "Doll, that was the worst moment to stay quiet—"

She pulls him in, kissing him firmly. Leo doesn't burst into flames this time, instead, he wraps his arms around her. He tastes like apples.

"M'not ashamed," she mumbles once the kiss ends. "I'm flustered."

"Got it," he grins, leaning his forehead against hers.

"I—uh, I do have things to do though," she chuckles. "So I should..."

"Yeah," he doesn't budge. "Of course..."

"I can't leave if you don't let me," she grins, trying to move him.

"Just one more kiss— Just..." Leo pecks her lips. "One..." He kisses her again. "More..." He tightens his grip around her, kissing her longer than before. "Kiss."

Ara's melting in his arms, and she's not even self-conscious about it at this point. Leo holds her face and pecks her lips one more time before stepping back. His smile broadens. "There. One and done."

She's looking at him in such a way that it makes his chest hurt. Leo hears someone approaching, and he doesn't care if others find out, but Ara does. He clears his throat, struggling to remember what he was doing before the girl walked in.

"Thank you for the food. I... I'll see you later."

Ara nods, still watching him with those warm eyes and flushed cheeks. He feels like he'll involuntarily combust if he continues to look at her, so he turns around and forces himself to continue working.

Once she's out of the room, Leo stops and leans one hand on the wall while the other holds his chest and clutches onto the fabric of his shirt, as if trying to push his heart back into place. He feels dizzy in the best way possible.

Leo can't believe this is happening to him, but he's definitely not complaining. He vows to do everything in his power to keep Ara by his side for as long as the sun shines above their heads.

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genericpuff · 1 year

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Idk this could be dumb but do you think the typical portrayal of making Eros a very sexual person/God (LO Eros too) stems from Hollywood oversexualization? Persephone also gets this treatment a lot

I just think it's curious since Eros, mythology wise, is portrayed as mischievous and childish (love hurts?) With only one lover in one cited source, but he's made out as a stone-cold playboy in modern adaptions

Honestly, I can't really speak to Eros specifically, but the comic as a whole is definitely very Americanized. Like you can tell Rachel's media influences are purely through American Hollywood media like Disney and Marvel. Even the politics she tries to write into the comic are American-filtered. And that includes her... very blatant issues with writing female characters through the predominantly male gaze. I think a lot of the H x P retellings operate this way because the creators themselves also dine on an exclusive Hollywood/American diet of media and literature.

But with Eros specifically, it is odd how they make him out to be a playboy when the god of love was all encapsulating. Like, there are so many kinds of 'love' and that includes the non-sexual kind, so when Eros constantly gets typecast as some kind of playboy womanizer, it's like... really defeating the point LOL

That being said, I don't mind that in LO quite as much as I mind the, uh... you know, the fact that he's gay but only so he can play the "gay best friend" role. Eugh.

Bring back snugglebug Eros.

#wait shit why am i saying 'bring back x'#IF I WANT SNUGGLEBUG EROS THEN I CAN JUST DO IT #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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firemandeanbuck · 1 year

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number 27 for the dreamling prompts!!

Prompt 27: Photographer AU

Dream is one of the most in-demand model in the industry currently. Hob, on the other hand, is fairly a new photographer.

Hob always wanted to peruse photography ever since his sister gave him her old camera, which he uses for personal pictures even now.

Before he knows it, he is taken under the wings of one of THEE best photographer of the age, Eros Endless, also known as only Desire. They see something special in Hob. He has that sparkle of life that makes everything brighter. They say he is able to somehow capture a moment, not only a picture and retain its originality.

Hob gets his first big break, not at some gala, or with some known celeb, but on the wedding of one Morpheus Endless, aka Dream, with Tesslay. Naturally, Desire wasn't available that night, it was his brother's wedding after all, and they wanted to have fun.

It was celestial theme, so much glitter and shades for the camera to click and for Hob to pick from.

Since it was a midnight event with more candles than lights, Hob allowed the warm splash on the collection. It was his finest work till date, even better than the last photo he took of his late wife with 4 weeks old Robyn.

The event itself was not big, it was GRAND, everything was extra, the dresses, the decorations, there were trained RAVENS even. It all screamed of how rich the wed couple were. They looked somewhat repelled by the other as they were standing next to each other.

Dream was flawless, even more so in real life. His all-black suit with silver embroidered cloak made his pale skin stand out, like a vampire at a royal ball. His hair was as messy as it is on the runaway. He just looked so big, so unapproachable, like he doesn't belong on earth, he is too classy, too elegant to be on the same plane as Hob. His swirling blue eyes and fluid movements while he dances entranced Hob greatly.

Shortly after, he is recruited by many and is kept busy even since. Now, he knows his way around, he knows his people, he knows how to get into the good books of the higher ups. The right charm for the job, how to make others comfortable. He charges according to the person, the highest he ever went was Dream's wedding, lowest for his sister's bday.

Due to this, he rises quickly in both rank and experience.

He did get to photograph Dream. It was... a session, that may or may not ended up earlier than what was agreed upon.

Dream's eyes were on Hob the entire time. Hob tried his best to not be caught with him.

Hob was utterly breathless by Dream's posing with so confidently and so professionally. He was loosing himself, yet, he didn't forget who he was.

Afterwards, when Hob was processing the pictures on his PC with Dream, as he wanted to see how they turned out even though they were raw picture, Hob was not thinking of his work, he was thinking of how close Dream was standing next to him, he was thinking of how his voice was echoing in his bones, he was thinking of those hands on his body.

"You are wonderful at this",

The photographer can feel himself glow under his praise, he muttered a small thanks as he tried to keep his face from burning.

"What else are you this good at?" His impossibly deep voice dropped an octave.

It was clearly a hint, but Hob played dumb for both of their sakes,

"A handful of other things, I am fond of cooking. Best out there",

It was so close to leading up to tangled sheets and hot breath. Regardless, Morpheus seems to have approved of Hob and his work. He left with the promise that next time he hopes to see him at his place.

Shit hit the fan, there was no ONE person who was normal about the photos. They were instant internet hit and favourites. Hob was surprised to see his followings increase dramatically. Among them was Dream.

Then, one day, he finds Thesslay in his office, asking for a favour,

"Lady, I'm not doing you any favours", he heaves

"Do you know who I-"

"Yes, yes, I do, I was the photographer at your wedding, remember?" Hob tried to reason with her.

She stormed out just as Desire was entering their shared studio.

"What a silly woman she is", they bemused.

"She is getting on my nerves a LITTLE too much",

"Talk to Dream about it, then", Desire said as if its the most obvious solution. In a way, it is, but Hob didn't want to approach Dream. Maybe he didn't want to disappoint, maybe he has developed a crush on him ever since he saw him at his wedding.

"Why don't YOU talk to him?" Hob fired back. Dream was, after all, Desire's brother.

"Family grudges", they say so casually.

Hob finds himself in Dream's penthouse on a fine spring morning. The model agreed to see Hob. He did not speak of the last time they were alone in a room.

"So, what brings you here, Hob Gadling?" Dream asks.

More silent than usual, Hob turned his head to look out of the window. Hob's mind was slightly malfunctioning, you see. Dream was wearing nothing but a black silk gown, his smooth chest, white arms and long legs were on display. The way he carelessly sat with a fixed posture, his back straight, but his limb animated. It was a sight to see. He truly gave off the model aura.

"You-your wife. She has been bugging me for a while", he said, his eyes not meeting Dream's.

"Hmm. Worry not, she will bother you no longer",

Relief washed off Hob. He fear what will be his reaction. Finally, after 3 weeks, he don't have to look over his shoulder and be careful when passes the street.

"And she is no longer my wife", Dream said in his left ear. Hob whipped his head around so fast, he almost got a whiplash. That damn voice again.

Hob did NOT notice Dream getting up and sitting next to him. He did NOT notice the way the robe wasn't fully opaque. He did NOT notice the way he was leaning in, his focus fully on Hob, like he is a masterpiece to be fully appreciated up close.

There was distance of only inches between them. Hob wasn't thinking with his mind, he was thinking with his heart and dick, so he leaned in.

#ahaha #idk why i left it there #i MIGHT write it better someday #it is an idea #im justing saying #sandman #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #desire of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #hob x dream #hob x morpheus #tesslay

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top 5 ways for chrysijacks to murder each other in any au!! what are funny chrysijacks moments they had growing up in modern childhood friends au....any embarrassing jacks stories chrysi teases jacks about? any new chrysijacks songs u are thinking about lots?🥺🥺

gotta go for the obvious for this one: chrysi tearing out jacks’s heart in front of his eyes <333 how’s that prince of hearts title working out for you now???

literally driving him to insanity until he drowns himself in a misguided attempt to feel loved by chrysi

got a little too over-exuberant while making out and chrysi tore jacks’s throat out with her teeth <3 it’s okay, his girl can do whatever she wants, i guess….

jacks being possessed & sobbing and crying while trying to stab chrysi. he’s trying to kill her but he’s sososo bad at it and it’s not even him trying to do it… that’s embarrassing….

pit of spikes!!! under the stairs!!!!!!!! chrysi has set up hidden traps all over the house for jacks to stumble into. kinda like the winchester manor…..

the whole “jacks gave half the school mono” thing has been something i’ve been rlly fixated on. it’s so dumb and also, like, an actual epidemic. it ruins all of jacks’s dating options throughout high school. only aurora and chrysi are still into him after that, which…. they should reconsider. also castor got mono at the exact same time as jacks & chrysi’s very suspicious. now what made it so two besties caught the kissing disease at the same time 🤔 ((the actual answer is jst that they shared a water bottle, but it’s way less funny than chrysi’s assumption))

i also like the whole “broke his arm and got caught by the cops” thing frm the mbav au, but i’ve also gone over that before…….. i’m BLANKING on situations that r funny… besides, like, glee au stuff 💀

eros recently showed me jet black hearts // abigail barlow, so. peak chrysijacksness right there.. hot mess // cobra starship has been playing a lot while i write chrysijacks fics, so tragically that as well. wicked fate // m2u because OBVI. <maybe> it’s my fault // willow, lipstick // willow, cherry blossom // m2u, kaicy………….. yeah!!!

#.asks #s.chrysijacks #m.moon🎀#the mono thing is brought up a lot and jacks is always like shut UPPPPP

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thepancakelady · 1 month

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~ writing patterns~

[How to play: Write the opening line from the last ten fics that you posted and see if there are any patterns!]

@ablazenqueen & @non-binarypal7 thank you so much for the tag! this was super fun, but it also reminded me how little i wrote last year since i actually reached my medieval au lol

When Tian heard the sound of something hitting the window the first time, he assumed it was just a tree branch moved by a strong gust of wind. {desperate times call for desperate measures; jiutian; to sir, with love}

Just like Sean had feared, White Pothoyakorn wormed his way into his heart the same way he’d crawled into his bed. {take off your mask; seanwhite; not me}

When Khun first met Pu, it was at a university pool party when Khun had been drunk off his ass. {comedy of eros; pukhun; p.s. i hate you}

The claim that Sean wasn't a person who took risks didn't seem very believable, considering what he did in his spare time. {dangerous liaisons; seanwhite; not me}

The water boiled over, spilling out of the pot and all over the stove. {you paint my world in tie-dye; blacknamogene; not me}

“Black?” {the withered flowers bloom; gramblack; not me}

When they’d first started dating, Khun would have never thought they’d get here. {can't keep my hands off you; pukhun; p.s. i hate you}

Once the blindfold covered White’s eyes, he couldn’t see anything anymore. {this broken mask; toddwhite; not me}

In Rome's defence, it hadn't seemed like such a dumb idea at first. {stuck in a wall (might as well be a whore); pickrome; senior secret love: puppy honey}

When you’ve come from far away to look for a gallant knight, the last thing you want to hear is that he’s made the tavern his home. {off on a hero's journey; seanwhite; not me}

i clearly try to go for a very funny first line that will hook the reader. i like to believe i'm good at writing comedy. the 6th line being there is really funny because i really don't tend to use dialogue as a first line

#tag games #writing tag #god that first line of take off your mask is a masterpiece #it's so funny

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p-isforpoetry · 2 months

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youtube

September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden (read by Julian Glover)

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can Unearth the whole offence From Luther until now That has driven a culture mad, Find what occurred at Linz, What huge imago made A psychopathic god: I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew All that a speech can say About Democracy, And what dictators do, The elderly rubbish they talk To an apathetic grave; Analysed all in his book, The enlightenment driven away, The habit-forming pain, Mismanagement and grief: We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each language pours its vain Competitive excuse: But who can live for long In an euphoric dream; Out of the mirror they stare, Imperialism's face And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar Cling to their average day: The lights must never go out, The music must always play, All the conventions conspire To make this fort assume The furniture of home; Lest we should see where we are, Lost in a haunted wood, Children afraid of the night Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About Diaghilev Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have, Not universal love But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark Into the ethical life The dense commuters come, Repeating their morning vow; "I will be true to the wife, I'll concentrate more on my work," And helpless governors wake To resume their compulsory game: Who can release them now, Who can reach the deaf, Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual man-in-the-street And the lie of Authority Whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.

Source: The Poetry Hour

#“September 1 #W. H. Auden #Julian Glover #poem #poetry #audio

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at this point i feel like i need to take it into my own hands to shove the man into a spotlight because my dumb, gorgeous sweetheart of a man with incredible talents, you deserve more appreciation and attention on you. and if it means if i have to make a summoning circle of like calvin klein boxers, versace eros perfume, a beanie, a photo of berry, a midi and like wolf chan in the middle of the circle while bruno mars or ed sheeran plays in the background to get the man more well deserved opportunities and appearances for himself, i will do it. - helloskz anon

jdjxjs x this is such a perfect summoning circle 😂😂😂 you just gotta chant eshay over and over and he will certainly appear

#drm.ask #helloskz anon

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nextinline-if · 2 years

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PLS IM SO DUMB I DIDNT THINK ABOUT ANYTHING CLOSE TO EROS

No, you're not dumb!! It was my first time ever making a riddle and it wasn't the best. I appreciate you playing 😄

Besides, all of the guesses were relevant! 🎉

#vi made a riddle #anon reply #all my followers are smarties <3

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tokoro-ga-dokkoi · 1 year

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Jokyou Seikatsuroku Ichijou: chapter 10 review

One of the best...! At last in this spinnie, we get to see "THAT SIDE" of Ichijou...! And...! What a NAUGHTY front cover...!!

Review is below this line...

Imagine going to your local Japanese convinience store to pick up a copy of Morning and seeing:

(TUMBLR THINKS IT'S ERO AND WON'T LET ME UPLOAD IT If you would like to see it... Please click HERE...!)

Ichijou and Murakami NAKED NUDITY NO CLOTHES ON on the front cover! They are at a sauna together... I like the blushing... Cute... Morning has done a few more sauna covers for other series, but this one has a special feeling...

My timeline was on fire, as you can imagine... My friends said it would be very embarassing to go up to the checkout counter and purchase it...

Now for the actual chapter- it's a thrilling one...!

Chapter 10: Conflict

Ichijou and Murakami’s first ‘fight’. An infamous chapter that apparently shocked many newbies who don’t know how Ichijou acts in the main Kaiji series. It was billed as their first fight, but it’s not really a fight.

It starts innocently, Ichijou mistakes one green vegetable for another.

Murakami laughs, delighted by Ichijou's charming little mistake. Ichijou however, is deeply hurt by Murakami's laughter.

He feels as though his intelligence had just been insulted and undermined, on a fundamental level.

The green vegetables look similar. It's an easy mistake to make.

Murakami is sad that he has upset Ichijou. This panel explains that Murakami thought Ichijou's mistake was endearing. The word used is 愛敬 (あいきょう), a word meaning charm, usually used to describe girls. WHAT A CUTE IMAGE...! ｡(*^.^*)ゞ ehehe~ This is what Murakami wanted to see. Murakami blushes and smiles at that mental image.

Murakami really does think Ichijou has 愛嬌. The writer of his official introduction, thinks he is 愛おしい and 不憫. Fukumoto thinks he is 萌え. Ichijou's cuteness is an objective quality that can be recognised and observed by all sane and rational people. Or, they are infected with tokoroplasmosis.

Ichijou plays the 'silent treatment', ignoring Murakami and toying with his phone. Not even cheese mochi (as in chapter 2) can cheer him up!

Petulant Ichijou acts passive-aggressive, he uses big words on purpose, foreign loanwords. He tests Murakami on the meaning of these words. He knows Murakami doesn't know these words, so Ichijou is making Murakami feel dumb on purpose, petty revenge.

"Sorry I asked, it doesn't matter anyway" I like Ichijou using the わ ending particle here, very feminine.

Poor Murakami... He just wants to get along.

Murakami imagines that Ichijou is straddling him and smacking him (l-lewd) with a dictionary: that is what this teasing feels like.

Trying to get on good terms with him again, is like wading through a fierce storm.

The next day, Ichijou seems to have cheered up a little. What a cute smile.

But he mistakes one mushroom for another variety, and Murakami makes the same mistake TWICE. Ichijou's smile and optomism, gone. Murakami realises he is in deep trouble. As Kaiji would say, "I dug my own grave- twice..."

Ichijou’s disappointed face is cutely pitiful.

Murakami suffers sadistic punishment later at dinner.

It's gambling time...! Ichijou has prepared a vegetable dish that is also a guessing game. Three identical shredded greens. It’s a real gamble.

"eh, ah.. um.." "Remember...? 'THAT'S NOT IT, THAT'S BOK-CHOY..! HAHAHA!' "

"WHICH ONE'S THE BOK-CHOY..?" "uh..."

Murakami guesses wrong, and Ichijou pounces at him!!

He laughs at him and calls him an idiot. Then he uses lots of kanji big words to show off his superior intelligence.

What a mean little bitch!!!

Poor Murakami. Cohabitation with a menhera yandere femboy isn’t always easy. You’d be walking on eggshells. But you can bet 700 million that the 'love life' is excellent.

The next day, Murakami escapes this torment, he silently goes out for karaoke. Ichijou watches Momota drinking from the hamster water dispenser. He does some chores, and later Ichijou and Murakami reconcile over the phone. All's well that ends well.

Still an unhealthy relationship, don’t you agree? Maybe even abusive. It's only fiction, though. But if your real relationship is like this, please go to marriage counselling, or break up, or divorce. This is a public service announcement. Of course, fiction is fiction.

And this fiction is pure unadulterated kino. What an excellent chapter. One of my personal favourites. At last, we see Ichijou's mischievious agressive sadism. It is one of his many "adorable charms". I love to witness his playful side- he was a bit gloomy in the earlier chapters.

Sorry I posted too many panels. Please support the official release. (* link contains spoilers for other chapters if you are not careful)

To next chapter...

#ichijou seiya #kaiji #fkmt #jokyou seikatsuroku ichijou #menhera chapter #fanservice chapter #gourmet chapter #leisure chapter #controversial chapter #personal favourite chapter

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