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shyanddreamy · 1 year

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Curiosity killed the cat

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

Summary: Chishiya was a complete mystery, but he had caught your eye. He always hid behind his apparent lack of emotion, as if he didn´t care about anything. So you wanted to show him how wrong he was.

Warnings: smut, threesome, blowjob, con non-con, vaginal and anal sex, degradation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, teasing, slight praise.

Author´s note: First of all, this is an independent post, so you can read this as a one shot. But if you want more context, you can check my other aib posts. Also English is not my first language so I apologize for any possible mistakes. I really hope you like it. Love u all <3

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There were too many different people at The Beach; only connected by the desire of survive The Borderlands and have as much fun as they could till their last day there. With that death games they have been forced to play, they couldn’t know when will be their last day. Anyway, your attention has been lately on one single person. He was blonde, had cat-eyes and was pretty silence. He seemed to enjoy more when he was observing others, like if he was studying cautiously them. Niragi despised him; he always said he hated his condescending look. Niragi thought that he believed himself clever than the rest, but you couldn´t help but feel some kind of curiosity about him.

"Hello there", you said while sitting next to him in one of the seats next to the swimming pool. "Are you having fun?"

"Not really a party person"

"Maybe if you tried to have a drink or dance, it could improve"

"Yeah. Maybe someday", Chishiya answered. His sight was on you as one of the corners of his lips lifted up very slightly. When he wasn´t completely serious, that was his grimace instead. "To what do I owe the honor of your presence?"

"I was just thinking about you", you said, widening your smile. "We should talk more, you know? Like, spend more time together"

"We have been together earlier, at the executives meeting"

"You are very perceptive, don´t you, Chishyia?", you asked him. You moved a little closer to him, invading his personal space, and ran your fingers up to his hair, playing lightly with one of his bangs. "I´m sure you know what I mean"

"I´m not used to spend my time with Militants", he commented. Chishyia wasn´t bothered or concerned by your presence at all. Even if he was, he was good at hiding it. He was good at hiding his every thought or emotion. "Does Niragi agree with your interest in being here with me? I´m starting to realize that he didn´t like me too much"

"Niragi and I have so much fun together. But you know how our relationship is"

"I don’t have any clue really"

You knew Niragi since he was in his senior year in high school. And the bonds developed between you two then had grown and evolved over the years. Friends with benefits, allies, a couple with and open relationship, partners, kindred spirits or just a pair of freaks who had stuck together. You had never labelled your relationship. You didn’t need it anyways; it wasn´t necessary. You just did what you want when you want in the way you want, but always being in the same team. Sometimes you were just both against the world and you were fine with that.

Instead of giving Chishyia an answer, you stood up from de seat and stretched out your hand to him.

"C´mon, I have something in my mind"

Chishyia just looked at you with and eyebrow raised sceptically. Since he hadn´t intention of accepting it, you lower you hand to your hip and pouted.

"What do you really want?", he asked you. Perhaps his voice was quiet, but Chishyia was absolutely certain he couldn´t trust you.

"Aww, you didn´t like taking any risk? Are you such a coward or am I too scary for you?"

"Maybe a lot of people around are afraid of you, but I am not one of them"

"So, come with me", you insisted, biting your lower lip mischievously. "You have nothing to lose"

Without waiting for his response, you turned around and went back to the dance floor just to pass between the crowd and continue your way to the resort. You already were upstairs when you took a quick glance backwards, finding proudly that Chishyia was following you. He had his hands in his jacket pockets, seemed bored and kept a few metres of distance, but still was after you. Yeah, maybe he was clever, but you were it too.

Curiosity killed the cat, but you wasn´t thinking about killing at all.

When Chishyia crossed the door of your dorm –which you had left half-open on purpose– and closed it after him, he found you looking through the window. The outside seemed more interesting to you than him.

"These people are disgustingly naïve", you commented. "Partying all day just to convince themselves that they have made the most of their lives before confront death. But the truth is that they have never lived before they came to this world"

Since you weren´t seeing him, Chishyia allowed himself to frown a bit. Your words aroused his interest, so he walked towards you. You felt him behind you, paying attention to the people out there. When you turned around, suddenly facing him, he slowly slid his gaze down to meet yours.

"However, you are different, Chishyia. You want to keep living at any cost, but at the same time you don´t give a shit about life", you mumbled. "Emotionless. Observing everything and everyone from the distance but without getting involved. Why do you live for then?"

"And you?", he asked. "You are mocking them but doing the same thing"

"I have always enjoyed my life, so I keep doing it here too. Unlike them, I´m not pretending to die after that", you answered. "I live for myself and to prove people who tried to destroy me wrong"

You rested your hands in Chishyia´s chest softly before starting to lower his jacket´s zip. He just observed your movements in silence, without doing a single thing in response.

"That´s why you brought me here?"

"I brought you here because I intend to awaken your emotions. I know they are there, inside of you, but you refuse to let them go out. I want to see the Chishyia that no one will ever see", you explained quietly; your hands caressing his chest. "And you knew these were my intentions, but you have come here willingly"

"You have been thinking on this for a while. Maybe if you see that it has no sense, you will finally stop"

"When I finish with you, you´ll be the one who doesn´t want me to stop"

You raised your hands to his shoulders, sliding his jacket down his arms until you got him naked from the waist up. You didn´t pay attention to his inexpressive grimace. If there was any emotion there, it would be boredom. You took your lips to his neck instead, dropping soft kisses along that sensitive zone for a few minutes before adding some wetness to your actions. Nothing changed on Chishyia, but you bet he couldn´t be made of stone.

Inch by inch, you traced a path of kisses down his chest, getting on your knees eventually when you were near his navel. And it that new position, you smiled widely.

"You can control your face, but not your body"

Chishyia raised one corner of his lips in a grimace of self-reliance. He still thought he was winning.

"It´s a body´s natural reaction. I can´t change human nature", he said leisurely. "You can continue if that makes you happy or you can quit. Whatever it is, I do not have any kind of interest or desire"

"It´s so? What a pity", you whinged, but your eyes were attached to the bulge in his swim trunks. "I wanted to know how cute you were while moaning"

You slipped your hands under his shorts, caressing his thighs but without coming close enough to skim his manhood. You approached your mouth to it as your touch was gentle but firm at the same time.

The fabric of his swim trunks wasn´t very thick, so when you talked again, he could feel your warm breath against his covered dick.

"And I wanted to know much more. If you were soft or you liked it rough. If you had practice or you were clumsy. If you were dominant or preferred to have someone putting you back on your place"

Chishyia crossed his arms above his chest when you looked up to find his gaze. He was beginning to feel annoyed, maybe a bit anxious too. Anyways, he refused to give up. He was the one playing with you, not the other way round.

"I think I´m going with the last one", you mumbled. "Always looking down on us. Always thinking that you are better than the rest. But when push comes to shove, you enjoy someone to take control over you"

His dick throbbed under his pants, so you bit your lower lip to restrain your proud smile. Nevertheless, the sound of the door opening at your back stopped your motions. Chishyia turned his gaze to the entrance undisturbed, only with curiosity, but you didn´t need to look back to know who the intruder was. There was only one person entering your dorm without knocking first.

"Are you kidding me?", you heard Niragi complaining. "What the fuck do you think are you doing?"

You got up from the floor at the same time that Niragi walked toward you after closing the door. Obviously, he wasn´t happy at all.

"You looked so amuse out there with that brunette. I thought you wouldn´t came here today"

"I would have killed her if I had had to endure her damn high-pitched voice for a few minutes more. She was too annoying. Wasn´t worth of my time", Niragi said. And when you turned back to him, he had a disgusted grimace. "Didn´t you have better options tonight?"

"I wanted to innovate"

Niragi moved his head to face Chishyia, who was in the same position as if he wasn´t even there.

"What have you offered her in exchange for this?"

"Y/N has come to me of his own free will", he assured to Niragi. "I suppose you are not able to satisfy her"

Niragi pushed you out of the way to confront Chishyia for his words. Since he was half-naked, he only could grab him by the neck. His deadly grimace contrasted with the tiny smile in Chishyia´s face. He enjoyed teasing Niragi, so things just got more interesting for him.

"What the hell have you said?"

"Do I really have to repeat myself?"

Niragi strengthened the grip around his throat before adding:

"I´m gonna kill you so I will never have to listen to you again"

"I didn´t imagine I would say this but see you both like this is a turn-on. And by the boner that Chishyia still have in his pants, it seems he agrees with me"

"Huh? Have you lost your damn mind, Y/N?", questioned Niragi frowned. "I said kill him, not fuck him"

"But neither Aguni nor Hatter will be pleased with his death. So maybe you can teach him a lesson by other means", you suggested evocatively while caressing Niragi´s back and approaching your lips to his ear. "Show him who is in charge here. Could you make him beg?"

With a rotten smile, Niragi stood closer to Chishyia. He knew you were challenging him, and he could never resist a challenge from you. Besides, Niragi liked more than he was willing to admit what you have said.

"Silence you with my dick and make you cry until you can never again look at me directly at the eyes", he laughed. The tip of their noses almost touching each other. "It sounds pretty fun"

"You both are sick", Chishyia simply replied.

"And you are a bit scared. So, I will be kind and let you go if you ask for it nicely"

You sighed heavily, a bit disappointed:

"He already was a coward when it was only me"

"I knew he was only façade", Niragi laughed rowdily. Instantly, Chishyia struggled in a vain attempt to break free, but the firm grip on his neck along with the additional force that Niragi made with his own body against him got Chishyia halted. "It´s even funnier if you are resisting"

Just a few centimetres separated their faces. In the moment you squeezed Chishyia´s crotch over his swim trunks unannounced, he let escape a subtle moan that was soon silence by Niragi´s lips, who took advantage of his mouth half-open. Yeah, that picture really turned you on.

Unfortunately, the fierce and dominant kiss led by Niragi lasted less than a minute. Chishyia wiped the traces of saliva on his lips with the back of his hand and slightly smirked.

"Didn´t know you have a crush on me, Niragi", he mocked. "You should have confessed your feelings earlier"

As the rage covered Niragi´s face, you could hardly contain your own laughter. Chishyia had no idea of what he was doing by teasing Niragi like this… Or maybe he really knew what the consequences could be.

"Shut the fuck up!", Niragi growled while kicking him in his legs to force Chishyia on his knees. Instead of his neck, he grabbed him by the hair. "Better use your mouth for something more useful"

"That´s a dangerous move", he warned Niragi.

"Is it? Are you thinking of biting me?", he pulled a pistol from the waistband of his trousers and pointed it directly at his head. "In that case, I will blow your brains out"

"I already told you I don´t want guns in my dorm", you complained, getting a snort from Niragi in response.

"I won´t use it unless this douchebag leaves me no other choice"

In an attempt to avoid such an outcome, you squatted down next to Chishyia and talked with a silvery voice:

"You should say as he says. It´s better than a bullet in your head"

"I don´t have all the fucking night", Niragi urged him, removing the gun safety catch. Have you mentioned anything about consequences before? Because this was precisely what you were referring to.

Your started to unbuckle his belt before lower the zip of Niragi´s pants. He was completely hard and groaned when you slip your hand in his underwear. Niragi was too impatient to make him wait, so you got rid of his clothes letting them fall to the middle of his tights and pumped his dick twice while bringing it closer to Chishyia´s mouth. When Niragi pulled his hair tighter and stuck the barrel of the gun in his forehead, you noticed that Chishyia was parting his lips slowly. With a mischievous smile, you took your thumb between them, opening his mouth a bit more.

"You are going to need to open your mouth wider to take it all", Niragi chuckled, rubbing his tip against Chishyia´s lips, making them glossier with his pre-cum.

"Stop teasing around", you ordered Niragi. "And don´t be too rough"

You barely managed to finish the sentence before Niragi buried himself in Chishyia´s throat. His blonde hair was clutched between Niragi´s fingers, so even if he tried, Chishyia was not able to move aside or backwards. He choked on his dick before Niragi pulled away. Then, Chishyia started coughing.

"Was it too much?", Niragi asked with false innocence while playing with his tongue devilishly. You gave him an annoyed look, but your attention returned to Chishyia when he was able to pull himself together.

"That´s the best you can do?", he mocked, seemingly indifferent as if his throat didn´t sore because of his impulsiveness.

"You son of a…", Niragi growled, but when he tried to force his way back to Chishyia´s mouth, you grabbed his hips to stop him while you stood in between. Now, his anger was all over you.

"This is my party so stop spoiling it. Otherwise, you can leave"

Niragi clicked his tongue and clenched his jaw but didn’t add anything. He was aware that these was you rule number one when one of you had a new conquest and the other decided to join. He was not happy about it, but he was even less happy about the idea of leaving.

"First of all, no guns", you declared, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Niragi put the gun away back to his waistband. "Fine. And now, do it again without making him gag with the first thrust"

Chishyia was reticent when he felt the tip of his cock against his lips again, but this time, he opened his mouth easily. Niragi went deep on his throat but with a slower path, so Chishyia could withstand it.

"That´s it. Good boys", you praised them.

"Don´t call me that", Niragi complained, but kept going in and out his mouth, groaning slightly.

You slid your lips over Chishyia´s neck before descending your hand to his crotch. For the first time, you decided to touch his dick directly, without more teasing, to give him some kind of relieve. His cock was still hard and pre-cum was wetting his tip. Chishyia let out a low moan, making Niragi´s dick vibrate, and he giggled. Niragi was enjoying the situation pretty much; it was clear.

"Didn´t know you have a crush on me, Chishyia", Niragi said, copying the above words from the blonde. "If you wanted it so bad, I would have let you gag on my cock sooner"

Chishyia didn´t answer. It's not like he could talk either. Although you couldn't deny that it was a little strange to see him so submissive. You wanted to know what was going on inside his head, but it wasn´t the best moment to start doing questions.

When you noticed Niragi´s dick pointing at you, you didn´t hesitate before taking it in your mouth too. You continued bobbing your hand up and down Chishyia´s manhood all the time.

"How could you both love my dick so bad", Niragi laughed. "Such whores for me"

When Niragi left your mouth after a deeper thrust, you looked at Chishyia, who was looking at you too with his cat eyes and his cheeks flushed, and you kissed him. Finally, you tasted his saliva from his own mouth instead of from Niragi´s dick. He just followed your rhythm tamely until you were satisfied.

"We should go ahead. I want more than a kiss"

You grabbed Chishyia by the arm and stood up, guiding him until he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, not without first getting rid of his swim trunks. Niragi was quick to position itself behind you, his hands caressing your body shameless. And without asking, aware that those were your intentions, he stripped you. It's not like you have a lot of clothes either, just the bikini top and a pair of shorts.

"It´s a pity that I have to share you with that piece of trash", Niragi mumbled near your ear while his hands were touching your breast and your waist, making sure Chishyia could hear him too. "I should have face fucked him and threw him away"

You let scape a low groan when you felt his dick rubbing against your folds.

"So wet already"

You turned around to give Niragi a wrathful kiss before continuing with your plans.

"You are free to join us whenever you want"

With no more time to waste, you climb on top of Chishyia and made him lie down with his head on the pillow. He had a noticeable boner but his face still unwavering. You wanted to crack him despite of how difficult it seemed to be.

"You cock must ache and you are not doing a single thing to remedy it", you teased him, expecting some kind of reaction. "C´mon, big boy, make your move"

Chishyia just slid his arms under his head, making himself comfortable.

"I told you. You are the one who wants this, not me, Y/N"

"It´s so?"

You plunged down suddenly. Chishyia clenched his jaw and held back a gasp acting cool, as if his dick wasn´t throbbing desperately and feeling your wet hot hole around it were nothing to him.

"Maybe you were right", you started rocking your hips up and down, purring with pleasure. "You can stand still if you want then. I can enjoy by myself"

You took your hand to his throat, choking him a little when Niragi climbed onto the bed behind you completely naked. You felt his lips in your back, your shoulders and your neck, kissing and licking your skin, even biting sometimes.

"I doubt very much that you can do it on your own, Y/N. You need someone who really knows how to fuck you properly. Or who knows how to fuck you at all"

You smiled before tilting your head back to be able to kiss him. A bit anxious to have Niragi inside you, you grabbed him by the wrist and guided two of his fingers to Chishyia´s mouth.

"At least you can lick them, right?", you asked him, hearing an amuse grimace from Niragi next to your ear that cause shivers down your spine. "Make yourself useful, Chishyia"

And without complaining or saying a word, he did as he was ordered. A couple of minutes were enough before Niragi took his fingers from Chishyia´s mouth to your ass hole, starting to prepare you. He knew well how to do it.

"I wanted to make him beg, but making you shout out loud in his face just my name when we both are inside of you… I do like that kind of humiliation"

It took what you thought was an eternity before Niragi finally decided you were ready for him. And when you felt Niragi´s dick plunging in your ass as deep as he could, you let out a sonorous whine. It hurt a bit because that bastard wasn´t as careful as he should, but he was aware you liked that way too.

"Fuck! How could you be so damn tight!", he cursed, repeating a few more times his low but deep motions before really starting to move his hips in and out. The slight pain turned rapidly into pleasure and made you moan. "Just like this, baby. I wanna hear you"

For almost ten minutes, it was like you both had forgotten you were sharing the bed with someone else. You were so lost in the feeling to notice anything else. And if it weren't for two hands hovering over your thighs, you wouldn´t have noticed that you were not alone. Those hands couldn´t be Niragi´s because his hands were around your neck and your chest. And when you lowered your gaze, you realised that Chishyia was finally doing something. Since Niragi was inside you, you had stopped the movements of your hips. Actually, Chishyia had only the tip of his dick on you. It had been almost tortuous, that´s why he grabbed you by your thighs and forced you down, getting his dick back where it should be. Chishyia moaned but not as loud as you did.

"I´m still here", he mumbled.

"I see it now", you smiled. "Thought you were just my fucktoy. Didn´t know I had to pay attention to you"

His fingers, now around your hips, pressed harder in your skin while moving you up and down to satisfy himself. Perhaps Chishyia was a bit upset due to all the mocking.

"A few minutes and he will be cumming", Niragi laughed. Having both of them pounding his cocks inside you was overwhelmed in the good sense of the word.

"Shut the fuck up", he hissed. Chishyia had been trying to restrain himself, but something was burning in his chest; something he couldn´t ignore anymore.

"I dunno. Maybe we should let him show what he can do apart from lying down", you suggested to Niragi, stoking the fire Chishyia was feeling. A mix of arousal and anger ran through his veins; something quite unlike his common self-control and indifference.

At the same time as he saw you slightly pushing Niragi to get him out of you, Chishyia knew it was his moment to shine. Niragi had barely fallen on the other side of the bed when Chishyia switched positions with you by force. Didn´t take long for him to start rocking his hips deep inside you from behind. Chishyia placed a hand in your back and the other in your nape, sinking your head into the pillow. He growled low, but he was doing it anyways even if you could hear him.

"Fuck, Chishyia!", you moaned his name for the first time. It only made the burning in his chest increase. "Why haven´t you done this from the beginning?"

Suddenly, you saw two fingers in front of your mouth. The same fingers that had been in your ass a minutes ago. Niragi wasn´t happy at all to be left out.

"Are you sure? I´m not sure if he… fuck!", a harder thrust made you shiver.

"I don´t give a shit. It's not like I'm going to ask permission either", Niragi answered.

If Chishyia hadn´t been so focused on how his cock disappeared inside your wet pussy, he would have noticed your actions. He only got it as he felt Niragi placing himself behind his body, his fingers rubbing his entrance.

"You have her, I have you"

Chishyia froze for mere seconds, but when he reacted, you were fast enough to turn yourself around and grab him by the arms before he could start fighting against Niragi. They had already been at peace for too long. Chishyia felt on you, maybe because Niragi had pushed him or because you had pulled him towards you. Anyway, you ended face to face.

"You are not forced to do this. We can find another way", you mumbled only for Chishyia to listen to you. Niragi was too focused on his own work and blinded by the need to get some kind of relief soon. "But before making a decision, think carefully if you don´t want him too"

The following day Chishyia could say he was too horny to think properly. Or maybe that he couldn´t scape that room in time. But at that very moment, and even if he would never admit it, he wanted it. Chishyia wanted Niragi as well as you. However, when he felt the first finger inside his ass, he began to regret it.

"Be nicer, you asshole", Chishyia grumbled.

"Stop whinging", answered Niragi.

"Treat his ass like if it was mine", you added in an attempt to make Niragi softer, but you failed.

"I treat yours the same way"

Chishyia chuckled, so you put him closer to kiss him and kept him distracted. Unfortunately, Niragi pushed him away by the hair shortly after. His fingers waiting for his mouth to open.

"Make them wet. Again", Niragi ordered.

"Can´t you suck your own fingers?", Chishyia asked, frowned, and Niragi curved his lips into a smirk.

"I prefer to have a slut doing it for me"

They didn´t like each other, the feeling was mutual since almost your first day at The Beach. Nevertheless, it seemed they had found some kind of pleasure in this constant teasing. The problem was that you were not sure when the tension would explode, so it would be better not to overstep the mark.

You covered his fingers with your own mouth, licking them with dedication and without taking your eyes off Chishyia´s. Niragi plopped his fingers out your mouth soon after and let you both keep kissing as he continued the prep.

That time, the kiss was different than the one you shared on the floor. Chishyia was aggressive, his lips almost desperate and his tongue fighting against yours. He had lost all control over himself, surrendering to the pleasure that intoxicated him.

"I told you. I could awaken this part of you"

"I had no choice", Chishyia responded.

"Of course you had. You have had it all along. And look at you now"

Chishyia was pleased with what you had done to him, but at the same time, he despised you for making him lose his mind and his self-control. Instead of answering you, Chishyia bit the skin where your neck and your shoulder connected, making you cry out.

"God, Chishyia!"

He titled his head backwards looking at Niragi out of the corner of his eye.

"Despite what you have said, Y/N is only screaming my name"

You smirked as Niragi clicked his tongue in annoyance. Chishyia couldn´t stop provoking him.

"If you want me to destroy you so bad, I´m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop", Niragi announced while taking his fingers out his ass and spiting on his own cock. "If you are not ready yet, you can shout louder"

Niragi plunged down his cock inside of Chishyia carelessly. He gritted his teeth and clutched his hands tightly around the sheets but did not utter a single sound.

"Not even a word?", Niragi roared. "You are so fucking tight that I´m sure it must be hurting you, Chishyia"

Niragi was right. You saw the pain in Chishyia´s face as Niragi continued thrusting his hips towards him. Your hands caressed his cheeks, making Chishyia open his eyes again to look at you. You smiled tenderly, trying to comfort him a little bit before lowered your hand to his dick, pumping it slowly.

"You are not done with me. Can you handle it?"

"Fuck… Sure", he gasped.

From that moment onwards, Chishyia thrusted on you as Niragi thrusted on him. Both men trying to synchronize his paces. If someone was listening in the corridor, they would only hear a bunch of moans, growls, and curses. But none of you gave a shit about anything or anyone else out there. Chishyia interlocked your fingers above your head as you could hardly even kiss each other. And without warning, a shiver ran down your spine. You felt it in your low belly, you were so close.

"Don’t stop now, please, Chishyia", you moaned loudly. "Please, please, please…"

"Don't you dare disappoint her", Niragi ordered.

"I won´t"

Chishyia went as fast and as deep as he could. And unable to bear it any longer, you body got rocked by tremors. You heard Chishyia chuckling and Niragi laughing, both pleased by your noises and how your climax took over your whole body. Anyway, your head was dazed enough so you couldn´t do or say a single thing. You only could whinge when you felt Chishyia keep thrusting, sobbing due to the overstimulation.

"Don´t be such a coward. I´m pretty sure you can handle it a little bit more", Chishyia mocked, saying something quite similar to what you had said to him earlier. Nevertheless, Niragi had his own plans. He took Chishyia away from you, forcing him to stand upright with is back pressed against his chest.

Niragi wrapped his arm around his neck and the other around his waist, preventing him from moving. His tongue whirled shamelessly out his mouth, near Chishyia´s ear.

"I didn't expect you to like this so much", Niragi said with a husky voice.

"I didn´t expect it from you either", Chishyia answered. The choking wasn´t hard enough to deprive him of breath.

"You are just a whore for my cock. You will no longer be able to continue looking down on me"

"Actually, I can", he said, but Niragi pounding in a sweet spot made him cry out. Niragi widened his devilish smile.

"Yeah, I know is there. Want me to do it again? You know what I want to hear from you"

"Fuck you"

"Wrong answer. Try it again", he chuckled. "Otherwise, I can wait all night. Or stop completely"

Chishyia always presumed to be in control of the situation, but this time, he was frantic. He has never been so aroused, and he wanted his well-deserved relief. No, he didn´t want it, he actually needed it. Maybe Niragi was in the same situation, but he was holding back to maintain a slower pace. That jerk was able to stop, sacrificing his own orgasm only to deny it to Chishyia as well. There must be another solution, but Niragi choking him harder didn´t let him go on thinking.

"I am not a very patient person, Chishyia", he growled in his ear.

"Fine. Fuck", Chishyia grunted. "I´m going to kill you, but…"

"But?", Niragi encouraged him, giggling.

"But please, Niragi"

"Please, what?"

"Please, do it again"

"This?" Niragi asked as he thrusted his hips harder in the right place.

"Yes, fuck, please"

Niragi smiled pleased, biting Chishyia´s neck and wishing that his teeth would leave a mark there. Niragi wanted to mark him; everyone in The Beach would know the next day that Chishyia had given himself to him completely.

"As you wish, pet"

Chishyia moaned loudly while Niragi was finally pounding repeatedly in that damn sweet spot that made him tremble. His hands were gripping him so tightly that tomorrow he would have bruises, but he couldn't think about it for now.

You had been admiring them in silence, recovering from your own ecstasy, but you tried to move your hips up and down to add even more pleasure to Chishyia. While your wet folds slipped around his dick, you stared at his face; his grimaces of pleasure, his swollen lips, his red cheeks, and the sounds he made. That's all you wanted to see from him. You had won. Or given the situation, probably all three of you would have won.

It only took Chishyia a few more minutes until he got over the edge, cumming on your chest like never before. Niragi released him to let him collapse on top of you, and with his hands squeezing his hips, he continued fucking his ass roughly until he reached his own orgasm.

"Shit, Chishyia, you fucking…", Niragi couldn’t finish his own sentence before he slumped too. And now, you had the weight of two bodies over you. You only knew they were still alive by their accelerated breathing. You tried to endure it, but it was too much.

"Hum, I need to breath down here", you remembered them.

Niragi was the first to react, pushing Chishyia away abruptly to the other side of the bed to be him the only one lying relaxed on you. You smiled tenderly when you felt his arms embracing you with vehemence, his head resting over your chest and his eyes closed as he continued to calm his breathing.

"You are so cute when you are like this", you said, your fingertips making gentle caresses all over Niragi´s back.

"Shut up", he complained. You already knew Niragi disliked almost all kind of sweet adjectives and names, although you used them with him anyway.

"Was it good?"

"Not so bad", he commented. "Your decision wasn´t so pitiful"

You chuckled at his inability to recognise how amazing it had been.

After sex, Niragi wasn´t always like this. Even if it was a quickie or he spent hours, he always left after he had cum with some random chick. And, of course, he never lowered his barriers, but everything was different with you. You were his safe place; the only one he cared about and the only one he wanted to stay in.

Chishyia caught your attention when he got out of bed. You had thought that he would still be overcome due to his brutal and recent climax, but he looked hella fine.

"You can clean yourself up in the bathroom", you offered him. A private bath in the dorm was one of the advantages of being an executive member.

"Or you can just leave", even if he didn´t want to, Niragi slid to the free side of the bed. He didn't want to appear weak in front of Chishyia and stay in your arms didn´t help him at all.

"You can never shut up, Niragi?", you complained.

"Why should I?"

Chishyia just smirked in response and began to dress. He would clean up in his own bedroom.

"Stupid people always talk the most", he muttered, bringing a smile to your face.

"Don´t make me kill you while you still have my cum in your ass", Niragi scoffed. "Maybe I even use you one more time before doing it. Begging suits you well, Chishyia"

"Don´t get hard too many times thinking about it"

"You wish", Niragi snorted, turning around as if willing to sleep.

Chishyia zipped his jacket halfway up and slipped his hands into his pockets as usual. He was himself again, with his lips curved into a smirk and a cynical gaze on his face.

"Give me a kiss before you go", you asked him.

Chishyia stared at you closely, as if he was thinking why you had said that or what should he do. Finally, he just shrugged his shoulders before adding:

"Not that type of guy"

Chishyia left the dorm shortly after and made his way to his dorm quietly. After taking a shower, he got into his own bed. His bedroom was quieter, lonelier, and smelled less like sex. His smirk was still in his face. He knew everything you had said was right. Emotionless, never getting involved, looking down everyone and believing he was clever because, indeed, he was clever. Chishyia didn´t understand human nature or emotions at all. And yet, you had been successful in getting under his skin. He still remembered the burning in his chest that you had managed to make him feel with Niragi´s help. Rage, arousal, and a bit of envy too. Everything was new for him and he didn't like it very much.

Part of him wished he could forget about it and get back to focusing on his plans, but he doubted he could do it so easily.

"I wasn´t expecting that", he mumbled. "But I guess I will have to find a way to deal with it"

He already had a few ideas in his mind.

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hi~ im rose! and this is my attempt at an intro post

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hey meowtuals i have a priv just dm or send an ask and ill give u it unless we've never talked

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limetameta · 9 months

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Fanfic asks for askers

1- My favorite fic of yours Riza as the Flame Alchemist!! You already know how crazy I am about it but my god, it HAUNTS me. The POSSIBILITIES!! The WRITING and THEMES! The ANGST! THE KIMBLIZA AAAAAAA

5- No specific one jumps to mind, but I like Harry Potter and your famous rarepair has interesting characters, so I’ve always wanted to try one out! With your extensive catalogue of fics about them I’m sure I’ll find something I’ll end up adoring, I’ve been keeping it as a cozy afternoon plan for when I need it

6 & 7 together: That chapter in Metallic Crimson with Edward drugged and on the verge of death. For better or for worse it’s the story beat that immediately comes to mind whenever I think about MC, my god. I am still devastated that chapter did THINGS to me Limeta you don’t understand

10- And that ties nicely with the previous question. I never expected to be interested in Kimblee & Edward as a duo whatsoever, looking back there’s def interesting material from canon to play with for their dynamic, but I just never cared fr fr. A big part of your FMA fics focus on these two’s relationship to each other and it’s so cool!!! Kimblee caring for a kid? Unheard of. Edward grappling with moral ambiguity? Unthinkable. They are so cool together and unexpectedly heartwarming and interesting to follow. Just make them hug already

8- What I like the most about your writing is a tough question, I’d say overall it’s your sense of pacing! Idk how to say it except how very well-made your fics are. The atmosphere is always on point, the humor is genuinely very fun, the prose is haunting and visceral sometimes, the imagery is often so poetic both in execution and concept, but maybe the most impressive of all is how you tie all of this up so seamlessly together! Your fics always make for very easy reads that swiftly brings u along for an adventure and that’s very cool. Oh!! Also you explore a very wide range of themes and ambiances, like there’ll be fics that are so fluffy and simple and slice of life yippee, and then next to that you’ll have a fic about how alcoholism impacts someone and one about cultural elitism and the very serious political and social issues ensuing, and it’s genuinely touching and well done and has something to say! Very interesting and in depth, coherent original worldbuilding too. You also make me care about ocs and chars I normally don’t care for, so kudos on that. Aghhhh what can I say, I’m a fan. I am playdough between your mastermind typing fingers, you can make me feel anything you intend so easily and you never fail

11- More kimbliza fluff. Make them in love. Make them be cute and sweet 🙏🙏 Also them bantering and razzing each other but I scavenge your Tumblr for those interactions snippets enough that I feel decently satiated on that front. Who else is gonna write my needed dose of kimbliza? Me? Haha you jokester you

12- I always reread a bit when I write up my long comments, but I don’t often reread fics fully. I also often bookmark your fics and write my favorite bit on it so I can go and reread those parts. But I can def see myself doing full rereads in the future too, usually I reread some fav fics every year or so. Or to get back in the kimbliza writing headspace also, your fics are def perfect for that 🙏

13- Oh yeah for sure. I don’t have many friends into FMA alas, but I force my mom whom I get along very well with to read fanfics I really like and want others to read + have someone to talk about it with lol, and lemme tell you the level of harassment I used for her to read RFA… I’m still trying to get her to read MC though -clenches fist- one day…

9- RFA please…. Please…. Plea-

Tbh I SHOULD update RFA it's just that I kind of got scared that it might be so fucked up people wouldn't like it but if Noda sensei can write a sperm fight in golden kamuy and still have me invested perhaps I, too, can have Riza Hawkeye traumatize us all just a little more than she already has.

I'll write RFA. I will!! I know how it ends!! It's just that I have to write a lot of action and I kinda suck ass at action

Miku. Miku please read Awareness if you're gonna read my HP fics. Please give that story some love it is forgotten and nobody has read it in years. I love that fic to bits. It's one of the most darling stories I've written. Is in my head rent free. I think about chapter 10 of that story almost every week.

But if you want Abraxas Malfoy then definitely read Retired Prometheus. If you want worldbuilding on par with MC? Then Retired Prometheus is for you! And luckily for you, it's finished. I mean awareness is too but RP is like chefs kiss.

All of MC began because I wanted to ask the question: what if Kimblee found Edward and Alphonse? But then the more I wrote the more I asked myself What if Edward and Alphonse got to know Kimblee?

To me their dynamic is the most fascinating in MC. That level of hidden trust between them continues to endear itself to me. Edward can say shit all he likes and Kimblee can tease him about his childishness all he likes but the both of them understand on a fundamental level that they are both deserving of respect and that they do respect each other as alchemists first and foremost and then as allies. We do get the former in Canon but the latter is interesting to further delve into. Though Kimblee did save Edward's life with Pride in Canon so!! I just built on that :D

Also miku, did you read the re-done Fullmetal Lotus? It's got 3 chapters now and like 10k more words. Definitely more of Kimblee and Ed being a duo. Plus some self indulgent Kimbliza (CURSE U MAES HUGHES U DONT KNOWNHOW DELICIOUS THE KIMBLIZA IS IN MC)

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theblogs2024 · 1 year

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jinxhallows · 3 years

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Come Fill My Senses Up With You (Lucifer x Fem!Reader)

I’m just gonna go ahead and add Luc to my bias list because I am enjoying writing him and he has me constantly cooing and cheesing and arguing with my phone when I play.

(Not me deadass rolling my eyes when he ended a text convo with me rather abruptly, and me saying aloud, “You know you want me Luc but we can play this game if you want” My bestfriend said “Girl y u talking to a robot” I replied, “Girl he is not a robot he is an app”)

Anyway, s’ fckn roc n rowe yeh?

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔶 𝔖𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔘𝔭 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔬𝔲

ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴍ, ꜱᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ!ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ!ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʟɪᴍɪᴛ ᴛᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ-ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ (ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ) ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ° 🎀 𝟥𝟥𝟫𝟣 🎀 °

I taste the air around you,

& I feel brand new.

Come fill my senses up with you.

- Jericho by The Weekend Players

"I’m sorry, one more time?” Lucifer leans his body back into his throne-like chair, an amused, deviant glint in his eyes as he drapes his legs atop the executive desk, crossing his arms across his chest, awaiting your reply.

“Come on Luc...it’s not funny...” You murmur, looking away and bringing your lips between your teeth to hold back your own laugh.

He rests his elbow on the arm of his chair, propping his thumb underneath his chin as his index finger hides his oncoming smile at the combination of your visual discomfort and your revelation.

“No, please. One more time.” He says, trying to keep a serious, straight face as you eye him suspiciously.

“You get off on this shit, don’t you? Humiliating me like this?”

“Oh absolutely.”

That twinkle in his crimson eyes again, dimple flashing in his cheek as he grins before trying to hide it once more. “Go on…” He gestures with his hand for you to continue speaking.

“Fine. I’ve never had an orgasm with any of my partners before. I fake it every single time.” You finally spit it out, feeling your skin getting hot. If he thought it was so funny, he should probably do something about it. You two had been together a little over a month anyhow, the sexual tension was rising to unbearable levels and here he was, making you feel like an embarrassed child about things you had little control over in your sexual past.

“You pitiful, destitute creature.” He coos condescendingly, shaking his head in pity.

Your pulse quickens as you feel the shame building inside of you; nerve endings start to tingle in your breasts. You adjust yourself a little in your seat, curving your shoulders forward a slight, just enough to disguise your erect nipples under your white t-shirt.

It’s really no use, however. Not only was the powerful entity in front of you a supernatural creature, but he was also highly observant.

Lucifer raises a brow. “I think you’re the one that’s getting off on this.” He finally slowly drops his feet back down to the floor as he stands up, adjusting the red gloves on his hands. He pays you no attention; which somehow makes you crave it even more in that very moment. A skillful display of reverse psychological manipulation.

You say nothing, and watch his movements, no sign of what was to come next.

He comes around to the front of the desk and rests against it, closing the former distance that was between you two as he looks down at you, causing you to feel very...small. His arms cross over his thick chest again.

Lucifer is very tall. He is almost tallest of all of the brothers, second only to Beelzebub, who was a 6’6“ mammoth. As if his general demeanor was not already intimidating, his appearance was not very welcoming either.

Lucifer was alluring, he remained the Avatar of Pride, after all;

But he was never welcoming.

There was a distinctive line between the two.

“Look at you,” Lucifer purrs, “You lost little sheep. You don’t even know what it feels like to be brought to proper ecstasy. To be fucked like the naive dumb slut you actually are.”

You swallow, staring down at the floor as your face prickles. You tug at the collar of you tee, to cool off and hide yourself a little more, determined to not allow him to see how turned on you were becoming from something like this. You didn’t understand it, the more he put you down, the heavier the steady thrum deep your cunt became.

He was so patronizing, so much more…superior than you were. He could crush you, kill you faster than you could blink, if he so very wished; but at least for now, he enjoyed keeping you around.

Your hand tugging at your collar is grabbed so roughly, you yelp and flinch back, wondering if you were too prideful yourself in assuming he wouldn’t outright kill you.

“I know already.” He surmises, “I can hear your heart racing, I can see the hair standing up on your arms, I can even smell you…”

You look up at him in horror, pressing your thighs together in protest. He shoves his hand between the top of your thighs, forcing them apart as he grabs you, causing you to choke out a frail cry.

“You couldn’t hide how much you like this if you tried.” He continues, watching with his cutting red eyes, every expression that you make as you feel the cool leather of his gloves warming up to your body, a texture so welcoming to your throbbing clit, wanting him to slide your panties over just a little bit and cool the fire he was stoking in you so shamelessly.

“I always knew you were a needy bitch, but I had no idea it was because you haven’t been fucked properly.” He breathes against your lips. You’re heady and hot, pushing your hips up to feel more pressure on your cunt as you move forward to kiss him.

Immediately, Lucifer stands up, looking down at you as if you had just deeply offended him.

“That was arrogant of you to assume I wanted to kiss you.” He places his hand atop your head, as if to pet you–

But instead, grabs a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back to look at him.

“Your mouth is only good for four things tonight,” You watch as he uses his free hand to undo the gold buckle on his belt, your chest rising and falling quickly as you are both equally terrified and pooling with desire. You can see his cock hardened against the fabric of his dark pants.

“For begging when you’re told to,” He pulls the belt completely free from his pants in one fell swoop.

“For praising me,” His grip tightens so hard, you whimper.

“For counting every orgasm I give you,” He lets go of your head, and your scalp throbs as the blood rushes back. He grabs your wrists and secure them tightly with his belt. He notices your confused expression.

“You won’t need your hands for this last one.” The corner of his mouth turns up into a depraved smirk as he stands back up, releasing his cock from his pants and underwear.

“Right now, all I want to hear is you slobbering over my cock.” He pushes into your mouth with such force, you violently gag, but your wrists are so tightly wrapped, you couldn’t do anything to push him away. His hands are on the back of your head as he grunts, pulling back and thrusting deeper down your throat.

You reflexively gag again, but he’s holding you tight, deriving sadistic pleasure from feeling you your throat contract repeatedly around his thick cock. You began coughing, cheeks blowing around him, and he finally pulls out. Saliva spills out of your mouth as you graciously accept the oxygen you were granted.

“My fucking god…” You sniff, feeling liquid trickling from your nose.

“Your god is nowhere near where I’m about to take you….” Lucifer is removing his gloves, finger by finger. His cock head is red and plump, you notice the vein running down the side of his shaft, wanting to feeling it throb in your mouth. You were foggy with unbridled anticipation, watching him set his gloves on the desk before turning to you again.

“You look like you want something very much.” He runs his smooth bare fingers down the side of your face. “If you feel like you can use your words, I’ll allow it. What do you want right now?”

“I want to have an orgasm, like for real.”

Lucifer laughs, “You have a long ways to go before you get one of those. Look at that pathetic cock-sucking you’ve just demonstrated.” He places his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up. “Maybe you can’t even make me cum.” He muses.

“Open your mouth, pet.” He coaxes.

You are overcome with arousal as he willfully insults your ability to please him. You are eager to prove to him otherwise, to demonstrate to him that you were worthy of his praise. You open your mouth, splaying your tongue out as well.

He shows approval. “Good girl.”

You shudder, a dopamine rush clouding your brain.

He spits into your open mouth before thrusting his cock back inside of the warm slick wetness of your mouth.

“That’s better...” He sighs as he fucks your more relaxed throat and you focus on swallowing him at the back of your throat. He’s watching you, his hips grinding rhythmically into your mouth. You extend your tongue as far as you can stretch, and every time he bottoms out in your mouth, your tongue grazes his balls.

He is now gripping your hair, pushing further into each thrust. Despite his diligent attempts in appearing composed, you could tell he was deriving ruthless pleasure from dominating your throat like this, from the increased instances of his eyes fluttering closed before he would shake the feeling off and focus on watching you under hooded lids.

“When I cum…” He holds the bottom of your chin, “Swallow every fucking drop. You’re not too stupid to understand that are you?”

You try to gurgle out a choked reply and you feel his hand smack your cheek. “Stop fucking talking. Show me with your mouth.” He commands.

You can feel tears streaming from your reddened eyes; overwhelmed with an pent up sexual starvation. Your tears seem to propel his pleasure forward. Lucifer’s head tilts back as his movements become faster and more erratic. His chest heaves and you’re a drooling mess, completely soaking your clothes with saliva as you work his cock in your mouth fervently bringing him closer and closer to his own climax.

His grunts heighten in intensity and you watch the mythical creature emerge from his body as you feel him pumping creamy, thick ejaculate down your throat. He growls aloud, trembling with his orgasm. Curved black horns break out and extend above his jet-black, short hair.

You suckle his cock, still hard in your mouth as you watch his head slowly return to look down at you, blissed out. He pets the top of your head.

“That’s my good girl.” He breathes, “How does it taste?” He asks, prideful. He pulls back and you frown at the loss of his hardness from between your lips.

“Amazing…you taste...” You instinctively reach for him, but again, your wrists are tightly bound. In fact, now that you’re out of the stupor for a moment, you realize the itch and pinch from them tugging at being so tightly woven into your flesh.

Lucifer tuts at you, “Too tight?”

You nod, “Yes.” You place your hands out in front of you.

He unbuttons his vest and pulls it off, followed by his shirt underneath.

Lucifer picks up his foot and places it atop your wavering, tied wrists. With a forceful push downward, he sends you face first into the floor with a painful thud.

You hear a rustling and turn over to look up at him in dismay.

He has now sprouted two sets of his dark onyx wings; they ebbed and flowed naturally in the illumination of the moonlight, feathery tufts floating to the ground from their expansion.

“It’s ‘Yes sir’” He orders as he kneels down to the ground, his eyes scanning the length of your body. Finally, his gaze lands on your leggings and you squirm around as he pulls them off of you, followed by your panties.

A smack echoes from his hand on your backside. “Stop moving you senseless whore. God, can’t you do anything fucking right?” He slaps again and you yelp as the burn resonates across your flesh, but the pleasure sets in after a few moments as an increasing warmth in your loins.

“L-Lucifer, please...I need you so bad…” You quietly beg, trying to look over your shoulder at him. “Please let me just...rub against you…something...please?” You have never had to plead for someone to touch you like this before. It almost hurt how badly you sought release.

Another smack and you cry out, tears beginning to brim your waterline.

He chuckles, “I love it when you beg, that one was just for my pleasure.” He digs his fingers into your asscheeks, squeezing the thick flesh, making you whimper and push yourself up in desperation.

“It took a bit to start up, but you did eventually make me cum.” He ponders aloud. You feel him shifting above you before your cheeks are spread and he’s languidly licking at your dripping folds. His tongue darts into your cunt and your moans spill from your mouth as you push yourself back, desperate for his tongue to fill you like you wished his cock would.

You cry out his name as you feel slick wetness dripping down your thighs, spreading between your ass. It’s a disgusting, filthy mess of vulnerable eroticism. You cannot think straight, you cannot form words. You feel a wound up spring inside of you seem to release in a paralyzing explosion; and seconds after you can feel your hips bouncing back at a fervent pace as your cunt quivers and trembles with your very first orgasm.

You feel him pull back as he smacks your ass, impossibly harder than last time. “I told you to count them. I want to hear how many times I’m breaking you down into nothing.” He smacks again.

“One!” You cry.

You feel him grasp you by the arm and pull you onto your back. His eyes are glowing and red. He doesn’t look like the Lucifer you saw casually around the Devildom, he doesn’t even look like the Lucifer you’ve played board games with in the privacy of his room.

He looked like Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. Eldest of the demon brothers and right hand of the future King of the Devildom.

He forces your legs open, his wings stretching and extending as he moves down to trace his tongue around your swollen clit. You buck and he stops.

Breathily you apologize, “I’m sorry, I just…it feels so good–”

He glowers at you from between your legs and you feel your cunt twitching. “I’m not even touching you yet, look how your body responds to me. Nobody else can make you do this. You’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you? Turned on by how worthless I make you feel.” He slips two fingers into your slickness, watching you squirm.

“You’re going to cum for daddy again, aren’t you?” He hums, stroking your inner walls with his skillful, slender fingers.

Your lower stomach begins contracting nearly uncontrollably as you tighten around his fingers and arch your back, eyes rolling into your skull.

“T-T-Two.” You sputter. You feel the sheen of sweat covering your body as he caresses your clit with his tongue again, flicking it over and over again, making you jolt capriciously, feeling the skin around your wrists beginning to rip with the strain from being unable to move properly.

“L-Lucifer!” You let out a strangled yell as you can’t help but to raise your hips off of the ground as another wave washes over you in escalating ripples. You don’t realize you had closed your eyes until you open them, in a state of vertigo, the room unfocused and your senses distorted.

“Say it.” You hear his voice and struggle to lift your head to find the source.

You feel the sole of his hard oxford shoe against your cheek, as he guides your face slowly back onto the side. Nervously, you remember the rules you were given.

“Three.” You quickly answer, breathing hard, your inner thighs uncomfortably sliding against each other with your arousal. You can feel wetness on the hardwood floor underneath you.

His shoe is released from your face and you feel your wrists being undone. Grateful for the moment of mercy, you massage them, but you are no fool—you remain on the floor, where you belong.

“You’re learning quickly, pet.” Lucifer strokes the side of your thigh. “I could play with you all night, you’re not good for much else...” He gets onto his knees between your legs.

“You’re the most beautiful demon I’ve ever seen.”

Lucifer pauses as he studies you. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” He counters before a malicious smirk crosses him.

“I am the most beautiful demon anyone has ever seen.” He drags his fingernails up your inner thighs as you tremble in anticipation. “But, what makes my cock want to spill into you even more—is that you’re reaching for anything to get me to fuck you.”

You feel the head of his cock stretching your entrance and you grimace, taking a breath to adjust to his massive presence as he slowly inches a little more inside of you.

“Where did all of that begging go? Don’t tell me that vulgar, insistent little fucking bitch got frightened away from me now.” He grips the outside of your thighs, nails piercing your skin as he buries himself inside of you. “Am I too big for you?” He mocks concern as he pushes painfully further.

Your back arches as you suck in air so sharply, so deeply, you begin to choke on your own saliva. You cough and sputter as Lucifer splits you open on his cock, rocking into you at a slow pace, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt mixed with your discomfort.

He grips your throat and you quip out one final cough before staring, captivated at the demon that hovers above you, feeling your vision fading from the lack of oxygen. Just as you feel yourself on the brink of losing consciousness, he lets go completely.

The reality of everything is sucked back into your lungs so rapidly, your nerves burst again as you feel yourself uncontrollably spilling your own ejaculate for the first time in your life as your pussy throbs and spasms.

“F-Four.” You finally softly blurt once you realize he had stilled inside of you. “I–I think…I think that’s enough, y-you proved your...point…” You try to negotiate.

Lucifer takes both of your hands in his own, and you assume maybe he’s—

He pins your arms above your head, your wrist bones making a loud ‘crack’ from the impact against the hard floor.

“I don’t know if you’re just that dense...” He bottoms out into you, drawing forth a desperate groan of pleasure from the depths of your diaphragm.

“Or if you really believe I’m doing any of this for you.” He pulls nearly all the way out before thrusting to the base again.

“But let me remind you.” His face floats over your own, his voice low, “I own you; and I will tell you when you are finished.”

You whimper under his restraint as he gives you slow, intentional strokes, bringing you closer and closer to what felt like was an impossible release. It was a slow burn that was perfect for allowing you to recover, but forcing you to continue. You close your eyes tight as you turn your face away, breathy, desperate, at the complete end of your rope.

“Look at me.” He demands, “I want you to remember who’s making you cum.”

You spill out his name and profane incomprehensible words of gratitude to him as you grind your cunt against his strokes, causing him to increase his tempo.

“Yes, fuck me back, just like that princess—” he drops his head into the crook of your neck and bites into your skin as he growls in carnal passion. “Just…like that.” His voice starts to get shaky as he lifts his face to watch you again.

“It feels...so good...so fucking good...”

“Yeah? How good?” He taunts.

You whine.

“Be a good girl for me. Show me who you belong to.” His eyes start to roll as he closes them and punctuates his words with his thrusts.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“Fuck!” You hold your breath for a moment as you are brought to another climax, your entire pussy throbbing almost painfully as you tighten around him.

“You! I belong--” you breathe, as you meet his gaze, “--to you, Lucifer.”

You capture his lips in your own, gripping the rough horns atop his skull, and feeling the vibration of his cries of pleasure spilling into your mouth as he kisses you back deeply, dizzy with lust. You feel him pulsating inside of you, shooting ropes of cum inside of you as he rocks his hips into you, lazily. You feel his cum dripping between your ass as he pulls out, running his hands through his wet and disheveled hair as his flustered, red skin begins to cool back to normal. You were both sticky and sweaty, glistening with each other’s bodily fluids.

His wings fall down to his sides and shrink back into obscurity. “Are you alright?” He asks, the concern returning to his voice almost instantaneously. His horn uncurl down into his head, disappearing beneath his silken black hair.

“Five.” You whisper with a tiny, satisfied smile, feeling your heavy lids becoming too much to hold open.

Lucifer scoops you up into his arms and you soon feel the soft cool bed underneath you as you fade away into human exhaustion.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (ii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, stealing cultural landmarks, frustrated bucky

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: made a header 4 this fic but i couldn’t take it seriously enough <3

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! it’s always fun to hear from y’all.

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It’s roughly a week before he sees you next.

Right on time too, according to the briefings he had received. Once a week you’d come up with your next batshit crazy idea and someone would be sent to make sure you didn’t execute it.

It was more of a babysitting gig than anything. Most people would do one, maybe two assignments before asking to not be sent again.

He was not most people. He volunteers to go again. His afternoon is relatively free and he’s bored.

Also, and more importantly, he needs to get out of the house before Sam finds out what he did.

“You’ll find her near the Statue of Liberty.”

“How do we know?”

“Oh, she tells us.”

“...she tells us where to find her?”

“Most times, yes. She says it’s time efficient.”

Absurd. He thinks you’re absurd.

Bucky finds you in line to board the ferry. You’re dressed to the nines like an obnoxious tourist, even though you were a local, topped with binoculars and a bucket hat.

On an unrelated note, he thinks that maybe the mission today is to kill you for daring to wear sandals with socks like a suburban dad. A shudder runs through his body when he sees it.

He’s wearing all black and a baseball cap. Somehow he’s standing out more than you are.

He boards the ferry behind you, keeping a close eye on all your movements. You take your place near the railing, a seat near the front of the boat.

His phone rings. He answers it, expecting Sam to screech at him for painting Redwing neon pink again. He should have known it was coming after he shoved Bucky off the quinjet before he had time to strap his parachute on properly.

“I thought I told you to bring a cape.”

He quickly looks up at you but you’re not facing him. You have your phone held up to your ear, however.

“How did you get this number?” he asks icily.

“I knew you’d show up again.” Your head tilts to look at the statue in the distance. “Also, thanks for the door money, but I’m not sure I appreciate how you think the least creepy way to give someone money is to drop it off anonymously at their doorstep.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He swiftly gets up, stalking over to where you’re sitting. He was advised not to do anything aggressive. Advised was a flexible word.

“Because I wasn’t going to answer it.” You look up at his figure looming over you. “Oh, hey.”

The phone is still pressed to the side of your face even though he’s right beside you. He cuts the call, shoving it back into his pocket.

“Allow me to introduce my pl-”

“What are you doing here?” He cuts to the chase.

You send him a glare. “I was going to say it before you told me to. And sit down before everyone thinks you’re going to kill me.”

“Why are you going there?” He doesn’t have time for this, he thinks. He has important things to do. Like watching the reruns of Masterchef Junior.

He sits in the seat beside you.

“Look at us.” You grin at him. “Me with the evilest outfit I could think of, you with your... Addams Family cosplay. We’re like, two peas in a po-”

“Start explaining,” he interjects.

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to shrink the Statue of Liberty and use it as a keychain.”

“What?” It’s probably the most benign plan he’s ever heard in his life.

“I’m kidding.” Oh, good. “I’m not using it as a keychain, I’m taking it to class.” Nevermind.

“What?” He finds himself repeating his previous question.

“I’m shrinking all the statues I can find. I want to use it in my classroom to teach the kids.”

“You’re... a teacher?” He blinks.

“You got a problem with that?” You look offended, to say the least.

“No.” It’s not what he would peg your occupation as. He didn’t think you had one at all. “How are you planning on shrinking it?”

You rummage through the ugliest fanny pack he has ever had the misfortune of seeing. You pull out a small ring box, complete with a bow tied neatly on top.

“I was saving this for our third anniversary, but-” you offer him a nervous laugh.

His stony expression doesn’t change, not even a blink.

“Fine, Jesus, you’re no fun,” you huff, dropping the emotional act when he doesn’t look amused.

You flip open the lid. Inside there are a few small disks. It looks familiar, he realises.

“Your friend Ant-Boy didn’t file a patent, so I just took his whole shtick.” He wants to defend Scott’s honour; it’s Ant-Man not boy. He doesn’t. He’s too transfixed on what you have in your hand.

“Pym particles.”

“The diet version.” You pick up one of them carefully. “A ripoff, but effective. Just gotta attach it to the thing I want to shrink and give it a few minutes.”

“You’re going to steal the Statue of Liberty,” he says, frankly a little taken aback that you were serious.

“Would you relax? I’ll put it back.”

“That’s not the point,” he damn near exclaims. “You can’t take away the Statue of Liberty just because you feel like it.”

“I literally can.” You point to the chips in your hand. “That’s the point of this, keep up.”

He feels exasperated. He didn’t sign up for this when he became an Avenger.

“Give me the box.” He makes a grab for it but you yank it away from his reach.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I don’t have time for this.” His reruns would begin in an hour.

“That’s my problem, because...” you trail off.

He rolls his eyes, makes a grab at the box again. His tactic is different this time. He stealthily pins one of your arms down so that you’re basically incapacitated.

“Hey! Stop that.” You fumble against his reach, shoving him with your elbow.

“Just give me the thing and we can all go home for the day,” he huffs, unfazed by your squirming.

“No! Over my dead bod-”

He doesn’t immediately notice what goes wrong in the scuffle.

Until you look at the ground near your feet. A disk lay there, undisturbed.

“Is that-” All of a sudden, either he’s getting taller or the ceiling of the boat is getting lower.

“Oops,” you say, not remorseful in the slightest.

“Are we going to-”

“I’d give it five minutes max.”

Great. He was stuck on a boat that was beginning to shrink. The other passengers were either oblivious or ignorant to seats that were starting to become too small for them, but Bucky’s heightened senses and extreme reflexes made it hard to skip.

He nudges the piece of tech with his foot. Maybe he can kick it off the boat.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you warn solemnly. He wants to disagree but doesn’t know enough about the device to dispute you.

“Fix this,” he hisses, panic slightly rising. His fingers find their way to his phone to send out an emergency text requesting backup and mass evacuation.

“I think it’s a rather lovely day for a swim, don’t you?” You stare dreamily at the waves that were inching closer up the boat.

Or you were inching closer to the water. Technicalities were frivolous.

“There are other people on this boat.”

“River’s big enough for all of us, I reckon.”

“Fix it.”

“Or what?” There’s a wicked gleam in your eye. “We both know I have the upper hand here.”

“Or I call the entirety of the Avengers here and haul your ass to prison.”

“Will they bring snacks?”

You’re insufferable. You know it. But you also are the fastest way to get out of this situation and right now, he didn’t want to be responsible for a shipwreck simulation.

“Fine. Tell me what you want.”

“I like soy chips.”

“Soy chi-” He nearly throws his hands up in frustration. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I want one historical artifact so I can impress the kids. They think I’m the cool teacher and I want to keep that reputation alive.”

“What makes you think I can arrange for that?”

“You’ve been alive since goddamn dinosaurs roamed this earth, I’m sure you have some connections.” You pause to assess his face. “You know, you don’t look a day over 29. Dermatologists must hate yo-”

“I’ll get you an artifact, now fix the fuckin’ boat.”

“You promise?” You grin brightly.

He stares at you. You are unyielding.

The boat’s uncomfortably small and people are beginning to take notice. Worried murmurs fill the air behind him.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You shrug simply.

You kneel over, picking up the chip from the ground. You do nothing else for two minutes, instead turning away from him to look at the Statue of Liberty that was coming closer.

It takes him a while to realise that half his body isn’t hanging off his chair anymore. The ceiling is moving further and further away from the top of his head.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He wants to strangle you.

Why did he listen to you when all of this would have been over the minute he kicked it off the ship.

“You can drop it off at my lair on Monday and pick it up on Friday.” You gather your belongings, leaving him steaming behind you. “Nice talkin’ to ya, Sergeant.”

You step over him, flashing him a quick smile before walking off the boat with the rest of the tourists as if nothing had just taken place. When he looks down, the stupid ring box is on his lap.

He sits there, unmoving, eyes fixed on the container.

The ferry conductor asks if he’s going to get off the boat.

He simply shakes his head.

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whorefordazai · 3 years

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Heyyo I saw the soappy tiddy headcanons, could u do them for fyodor, chuuya and akutagawa😳😳😳

soapy tiddy pics ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) part 2

(part 1)

ft. fyodor | chuuya | aku x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

synopsis: the boys react to you sending them boobs out of nowhere🙈

Fyodor

So Fyodor was at a meeting with the decay of angels, and he told you to stay home until he got back.

But yk, meeting with the doa is anything but serious, seeing as though Nikolai and sigma also attend😝

He watched from across the table as Nikolai continued to pester sigma about braiding his hair. Sigma definitely did not look entertained one bit😭

He was getting bored, so he texted you.

fyodor: how’s everything going?

you: I’m in the shower ^‿^

Fyodor smiled. He wished he could be there with you in the bathtub, just like you both did on the usual.

His eyes lit up when he saw that you had sent him a picture. What could it be...?

It was a picture of your soapy hair spiked up in a Mohawk 0-o

fyodor: I wish I was there with you :(

Your heart thumped a little when you read that text. An idea popped into your head.

you: want another special picture?

Fyodor raised an eyebrow and quickly looked around. Special picture? What were you referring to?

fyodor: sure ≧◡≦

Not even two minutes later he got a ping! from his phone. When he opened the text, his eyes did a double take. Your hair was now washed down, a few loose strands hanging out. Your chest was bare but still covered in soap duds. The smile on your face made the picture almost too perfect.

It was suddenly getting hard to breathe. Nikolai immediately noticed.

“Dos-kun, is something wrong ◕ ◡ ◕?”

“...n-no, everything is fine ◕‿◕”

When the meeting was over, he rushed home to see your face.

“Y/n!...”

“Welcome home Fyodor ^o^”

“That was...quite bold of you ʘ‿ʘ”

Chuuya

This man has never gotten any type of nudes from you 😆

So when he gets the pic out of nowhere, in the middle of an executive meeting...ʘ‿ʘ !

It all started when he had to leave you before the sun even came up, saying it was for an emergency meeting. You had groaned, but just gave him a few kisses because you knew how important his work was.

He had apologized, because obviously he didn’t want to get up at like 5am either🙄

So you had texted him in the middle of his meeting.

you: do you miss me yet ◕◞ε◟◕?

him: of course?? what are you even doing?

you: I’m in the shower. Want proof ◕ ◡ ◕?

When he saw that text, he looked up from his phone to see that the other executives were still busy with their conversation.

him: sure?? what proof are you even talking about?

you: ◕ ◡ ◕

PLS CHUUYA YOUR INNOCENT MIND🏃🏼‍♀️💨

When he saw that you had sent a picture, he immediately opened it, expecting to see your smiling face or the bathroom.

What he didn’t expect was to see your hair slicked back, a few strands falling out. Your chest covered in soap duds and the smile on your face so innocent yet so seductive.

He choked on air ¬‿¬

Immediately called you after the meeting was over.

“Y/N...THAT WAS...”

Couldn’t even finish his sentence because all he could think about was your skin against the soap and your body in the water (╹◡╹)

When you laughed at his inability to form words, he scowled and looked away.

“Whatever. That was a very bad thing to do.”

“Oh? Are you gonna...punish me ◕ ‿ ◕?”

Chokes on air again.

“Hm? And what if I do?”

YES CHUUYA I’M COMING MASTER🏃🏼‍♀️💨

Akutagawa

Literally the last person you should send any soapy tiddy pics to😆👩‍🦯

But let’s do it anyway 😏🤝

Aku was just coming home from a long mission. The sun was setting over yokohama, and you had texted him.

you: are you coming home?

him: yes. I told you not to text me. calling is easier.

you: but here you are, texting me back ◕ ◡ ◕

him: what do want ᇂ_ᇂ?

you: just wanted to make sure that you’re safe (^з^)

He stopped in his tracks and stared at the text for a minute. He hated how his heart sped up when you said stupid shit like that.

him: I’m fine, just like always. what are you even doing? you should be at home.

you: I am home. I’m in the shower ^o^

him: you’re texting me from the shower?? have you gone insane?

Instead of texting him back, you decided to send him a picture of your hair spiked up with soap. Kind of like a Mohawk.

When he got the pic, Aku’s gave morphed into confusion and shock.

him: you’re sending pictures now?? I didn’t ask for this.

you: I thought it would be funny (¬_¬)

He bit his lip, holding in a frown. Of course, he didn’t mind you sending him pictures. In fact, he could look at you all day if he had the time.

him: whatever. It’s fine.

you: does that mean I can send more pictures ◕ ◡ ◕?

His eyes widened.

him: ??? pictures of what?? The toilet? No thanks.

You smiled to yourself, reading his text. An idea popped into your head. Positioning the camera right about your stomach, you took a picture.

When I tell you this man almost let out the most girlish high pitched scream in the middle of a dark alley way😄 mans started to have a coughing fit.

He immediately called you.

“Y/n, what the FUCK is wrong with you???”

“I don’t know what you’re taking about😏🤚”

Even though he was kinda mad (and so embarrassed that his face was red), he couldn’t make up an excuse to scold you.

“This isn’t funny ಠ_ಠ”

“It’s kinda funny ಥ‿ಥ”

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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sum angst for sapnap x quackity x karl x reader if requests are open, i dont remember if they are, and if u feel up to it

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader + sleepy bois x sibling!reader

trigger warnings: yelling, swearing, character death

this is an in game au so be aware of that

premise: you’ve been on the inside, spying on Shlatt for pogtopia, you thought you had had him convinced that the spy was Tubbo (Who knew just about nothing about pogtopia) but during the festival Shlatt asks you to make a speech... after the festival, things begin to fall apart

(y/n/n)- your nickname

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“And you’re sure about this? You’re positive that it’s him and not Quackity?” Shlatt asked.

The festival was in two days, Wilbur’s plan to blow Manburg was in place, and suddenly huge evidence of things you had berried was piling up. Your entire position as Pogopia’s spy was at risk.

“I’m positive Mr. President. I caught Tuboo poking around in some tunnels, trying to talk to TommyInnt just yesterday,” You lied straight through your teeth, “The log I found behind the files proves it.”

You held up the book, truly a work of your own notes, signed in you co workers hand.

Shlatt took it, quickly skimming through the pages, “Hmmm, this is significant evidence to condemn the kid. We’ll have to do something about.”

“Maybe we should exile him, like Wilbur and Tommy.” You suggested carefully.

He considered it for a moment, a wide jagged grin spreading across his face, “Or... we could execute him,” He seemed to take pleasure in your shock, “Publicly. We have been needing a slam finish for that festival.”

“Shlatt Tubbo is just a child!”

Shlatt glared down at you, “Sorry, what was that? It almost sounded like you were trying to go against the word of the president.”

The threat chilled you to the core, and you strained to stay calm, “With all due respect Mr. President, Tubbo is only 16, and there are other ways to deal with insurgents.”

“Insurgents? As in there's multiple now?” Alex strode into the room, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“Yes, your partner here has just informed me that our dear Tubbo is a traitor,” Shlatt slammed the journal onto the desk, ignoring the glare Alex gave him when you jumped, “He’s been spying on Manburg for Pogtopia.”

Alex reached for the book, flipping to the last page and reading allowed, “If there is ever a time to strike, it would be during the Manburg festival, though it is worth noting Wilbur’s plan of destroying L’Manburg should be put off as long as possible.”

“When I caught them in the tunnels under the city, they were talking about tnt,” You said, the shake in your voice all too real, as forced tears began to prick in your eyes, “Wilbur’s going to blow it up.”

Shlatt looked at you clearly searching for something, but giving up once you fully began to cry, turning to burry your face in your boyfriends shoulder.

The president sighed, annoyed, “Get them outta here Quackity, I can’t work when there's fucking crying in my office.”

“It’s probably just the stress, sir. I’ll get them home.” Alex carefully led you out of the white house, and you were grateful, unknowing how much of the emotion was real or not.

“Oh god! Is (y/n) okay?” Karl asked as soon as Alex had gotten you to where he was decorating party island.

“Yeah, they’ll uh- they’ll be alright. Shlatt, Manburg, stress, you know?” He eased you down to sit on one of the benches, and quickly Karl moved to sit and wrap his arms around you.

“Hey, I’ve gotta get back to work. I’ll see you guys tonight.” Alex quickly pecked at your cheek, and then Karl’s lips before heading back in the direction of the white house.

“What happened?” Karl asked softly once he had gone.

You sniffled, leaning into his embrace, “Work’s stuff. The festival’s getting stressful.”

“Yeah, well I’m helping Tubbo with the last of the decorating tomorrow,” He paused, “You’re missing Wilbur and Tommy aren’t you?”

You nodded, “I miss them and Techno and Phil. I miss home.”

Your duties as a spy didn’t entail much seeing your brothers, just taking down notes of what was going on in Manburg and leaving them in a remote chest for Wilbur to collect later.

“We all miss home. But think about it this way, if you hadn’t come here, you wouldn’t’ve found me, or Alex, or Nick,” Karl said, looking out at the rest of Manburg, “We wouldn’t have this place without you or your brothers, and even Shlatt can’t change that.”

You smiled a bit at that, “Thanks Karl.”

“And! You don’t have to worry about decorations for the festival cause I’m helping Tubbo with it tomorrow!”

Though it was meant to cheer you up you felt your heart sink lower, he and Nick still didn’t know, and wouldn’t about what would be planned for the festival, but hopefully Alex would understand the burden.

“So why is there a festival?”

Nick had just arrived back in Manburg from a while’s stay in the SMP, and was very confused by the posters lining the streets.

“Shlatt wants to celebrate democracy, so he’s had Tubbo and I organize a festival.” You explained.

He cocked an eyebrow, “And what does Wilbur think of this?”

Nick was still the only one who’d found out about your allegiances to Pogtopia, only by mistake, when he’d caught you making the journey back from the cavern.

“Wilbur thinks it’s an opportunity,” You sighed, quickly scribbling down a new messege to the boys, “Techno think’s it’s a waste of time and energy, the anarchist energy’s been shining through more and more lately.”

“So who do you agree with?” He asked carefully.

“Neither, Wilbur’s gone manic, Techno is- well he’s Technoblade, and Tommy just goes along with what Wil says.” You tucked each note into an envelope, folding them between the pages of the newest set of notes.

You looked up to meet Nick’s eyes, “I’m worried about what Friday will bring. I’ve tried to throw Shlatt off my trail and it seems like it’s working I just-”

You broke off as Nick wrapped his arms around you, “Hey, it’ll be okay. And if he tries anything, I’ll be there to protect you,” He chuckled, “Hell, maybe it’ll be the only time your brothers and I agree.”

“Maybe.” You mumbled.

“Woah! Are you guys cuddling without us?” Karl feigned shock as he came into the living room with Alex.

“I would never!” You forced a laugh.

“(y/n), come on, we’ve gotta go get ready to meet Shlatt.” Alex nudged you.

You sighed, starting to snuggle back into Nick’s grip, wishing the small amount of morning calm would last, “Do we have too?”

“Yeah, you know he won’t be happy if we’re late.”

You looked at Karl and Nick, still mostly asleep, and then back at him, quietly admitting, “I’m scared today could change everything.”

He sighed, immediately shifting back down into be, “I suppose we could stay a bit longer.”

Slowly, the other boys woke up, but the room remained in silence, as if everyone could feel the coming tension, as if even moving would shatter the peace of the day.

Carefully, Karl broke the silence, “We’re gonna be okay guys. The festival is gonna be awesome. Wilbur wouldn’t do anything to ruin it for (y/n).”

“If what they found out is true, you guys could all be at risk.” Alex murmured.

Nick sighed, “I don’t care who’s bad side I get on, it’s gonna be anything to keep you all safe.”

Each of you heard a different meaning behind his words, but still none of you spoke.

“Whatever happens today, we’ll make it through, the country, may not.” You said, voice wavering, but still with a note of finality.

By midday the festival was in full swing, and surprising your older brother had actually shown up for the festivities.

“Strange seeing you here,” You laughed, nudging him, “A celebration of a government.”

“It’d be rude to turn down an invitation ta one a these,” He sighed, glancing around, “Where’s your boyfriends hanging around at, I haven’t threatened them yet today.”

You chuckled, “Q’s helping Shlatt with the last of the prep for the speeches. Sapnap’s supposedly trying to figure a way to cheat Fundy’s dunk tank and Karl’s over there.” You gestured to where he, Tubbo, Sam and Bad were running around at Party Island.

“mmm, hey, uh, your note the other day, you weren’t serious about framing the kid right?”

You sucked in a breath, tightening the grip on the sword at your side, “It was him or Al- Quackity, I couldn’t do that to him. Whatever they’re planning I’m going to stop them.”

Techno look back at the stage warily, “I’ll back you up if I can.”

Soon everyone was being called to take there seats in the audience as you, Tubbo, Alex, and Shlatt took to the stage.

“Well everyone!” Shlatt addressed the crowd, “Thank you for coming to this wonderful celebration of democracy! Things sure have gotten bet around here, I’m gonna give the mic to Tubbo, the main organizer of this event, for his speech.”

Tubbo grinned, shuffling his notecards as he took Shlatt’s spot in front of the microphone, “Hello everyone! I’m honestly so excited to be here right now!”

As Tubbo rambled on about Wilbur and Tommy’s banishment, you stood back, wishing you could’ve stood on the same side of the stage as Alex.

Looking out over the crowd gathered you tried not to let your gaze wander to Tommy and Wilbur, who you knew were perched on the top of a near by building.

“And uh yeah! To democracy!” Tubbo concluded.

You could almost here Alex chuckle as he started to turn to the chest on the side of the stage, ready to grab the materials to box the boy in.

“That was nice, hey, uh, (y/n), dear (y/n), my secretary of state, I uh, I hate to put you on the spot here, but uh, why don’t you come up and make a speech?” You blood ran cold at Shlatts words.

On the other side of the stage Alex froze as well, out in the crowd no one suspect anything, so you clasped your hands behind your back to hide the tremors and moved in front of the microphone.

“Well, uh hi guys! I honestly didn’t except to be up here making a speech today, so I’m not quite sure if this will even turn out coherent,” You laughed, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Tommy tensing, “I remember, soon after I followed my brothers to this land, we fought in a war. L’manburg’s war for independence was long and hard, and I often thought we would never see a better time, but standing here, it is very clear to me that this country has changed since the election.

“This country, since gaining it’s independence has changed my life, and it weighs on my heart that My L’manburg has a ruler such as Mr. JShlatt. We fought for this land, my brothers and I, and here we are today, with so much progress made! So, my friends, my colleges, here's to Our L’manburg!”

Everyone began to cheer, only to be cut off my Shlatt’s harsh laugh, “Oh, (y/n), it’s Manburg now remember? or did you forget while you were off conspiring with your brothers in Pogtopia?”

Tubbo pushed a still frozen Alex out of the way to grab the materials, beginning to box you in.

“S- shlatt?” You quickly turned on the emotion, turning frantically as they caged you in, “Shlatt what are you talking about?”

“Shlatt what the hell are you doing?” Alex asked.

“Oh, you didn't know? Your partners a traitor!” Shlatt laughed again.

Alex turned to you, now trapped between the throne and the mic stand, looking betrayed.

“I didn’t do anything! Shlatt! Please!” Though a few days before most of the emotion had been real, but now you were thankful for your acting skills, blubbering, “Alex! Alex look at me it wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything!”

Down in the stands Nick was halfway to standing, pushing Karl back down into his own seat.

“Or really? So that book wasn’t forged? That chest you used to pass messages? You tried to turn them against me!” Tubbo exclaimed.

“I didn’t- I- I would never betray my country!” You sobbed, forcing tears to leak from your eyes.

“Oh shut up,” Shlatt turned to the crowd, “Technoblade, front and center, get up here.”

Shakily Techno stood, quietly moving up to stand on the stage as Alex backed off the stage, looking between you and Shlatt with mixes of betrayal and shock.

“What uh, what you need me up here for Shlatt?”

“I want you to take care of them, make a public example.”

Techno coughed awkwardly, “You- you want me ta kill m’ sibling?”

“No!” You exclaimed, “Techno please...”

Shlatt glared at you, “Cut the crap (y/n)! We all know you aren’t actually this god damn emotional!”

Sapnap was fully in the isle now, sword drawn, and up on the roof You saw Wilbur clamping a hand over Tommy’s mouth to keep him to keep him from giving them away.

Sighing you wiped away the fake tears, “You have to admit, Shlatt, you believed me, you trusted me!”

Shlatt just rolled his eyes, “Techno get on it, snap too! I’ve got places to be.”

Techno slung his crossbow off his shoulder uncertainly, “(y/n)?”

All the fear from the morning came flooding back, but you shoved it down, leaning forward, to make eye contact with Shlatt, “You kill me now and nothing will change! This place will still go down hill and my brothers will still plot against you! All my secrets go down with me!”

“Shut your mouth and die already!”

Your nails dug into your palms, “Don’t make them watch Shlatt, have some mercy, if you want to kill me kill me, but don’t make my boys watch, don’t make Techno do it.”

“Get it over with!”

You leaned forward, gritting your teeth, “You heard the man, kill me.”

“(y/n), I can’t- you- yo- I-”

“Do it.” You hissed.

Time slowed, and Techno slowly raised the crossbow.

You looked out, past him, over the rolling fields of L’manburg, your home.

Niki out in the crowd wore a look of horror, hiding her face in Eret’s shoulder, who wore a simillar look for fear. Fundy wore a steely expression clearly close to breaking, Sam looked down right terrified, as Bad hid his eyes in his hands.

To your left Tubbo looked scared even though he’d put you in the cage, you were glad it was you and not him.

Shlatt wore his usual evil grin, pupil’s dilated.

Up on the roof, Tommy, your little brother looked horrified, Wilbur still holding him back with a neutral expression, Techno, now directly in front of you, was nearly in tears, your big brother, who swore to protect you, now being your end, it seemed almost poetic.

Behind him Nick was running up the isle, sword drawn, though you knew he’d be to late, Karl, lip quivering sat frozen, and Alex, his face still was filled with betrayal.

You looked up, took a deep breath and then time resumed, Techno pulled the trigger and everything went black.

{(y/n) went off with a bang}

It was cold.

Dark.

You didn’t now where you were as you drifted through a world you barley recognized.

Where was this?

How did you get there?

Vaguely you remembered a festival, your brothers, plus your boyfriends, oh how you loved them.

Your friends had been there too.

You looked back down to see L’manburg, ‘home!’ you thought happily.

You drifted towards your house, a voice in the back of your brain wondering, ‘why am I not walking?’

“What the fuck was that?” A loud voice cut through the air.

‘Nicky!’ you thought happily, following the sound.

“What the hell do you mean?”

‘Alex!’

You entered the room, finding them standing on opposite side, Karl, huddled in the corner.

“You are so fucking stupid! You know that? You let them die! They’re fucking dead because of you!”

“They were a fucking traitor! They got what was coming to them!”

“They loved you!” Nick screamed back, “They loved you and me and Karl, and their brothers! And now there gone! Because of You and Fucking Shlatt!”

What were they talking about?

“They fucking betrayed us! They betrayed Manburg! You saw the fucking acting they did! How do you know they ever loved us!”

From the corner Karl sobbed, and instinctively you moved to comfort him, but instead you passed right through.

‘what the hell?’

You had no time to dwell however because Nick shouted, “Etheir way you let them die! They’d be here if you’d interfered!”

“But I didn’t wooupdy do! They were a traitor!”

“They were trying to save their home!”

“WELL MAYBE THEY SHOULD’VE CONSIDERED THAT I WAS TRYING TO BUILD IT UP!”

“You and Shlatt never did anything but tare this place to the ground.” It was only a whisper, but Nick’s words sent Alex spinning on his heel and heading out the door.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! I am aware that my best isn’t good enough! So fuck you!”

The door slammed, and Nick only blinked a moment before Karl quietly asked, “Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Now he’s gone too!”

Karl’s voice made your heart shatter.

“You think that’s my fault?! Clearly he didn’t give a shit about us, or them, other wise he would’ve stopped Shlatt.”

“They said we’d be okay! But we’re not!” Karl sobbed.

“I can fucking see that! God damn Karl! What did you except?”

“I-”

Before he could finish the door was slamming again.

Karl leaned back against the wall, staring straight through you whispering, “Why did you have to go (y/n/n)? You only just brought us together! We only just figured it out.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #teddy06 writes

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koo-aid · 3 years

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Virgin Mary is a Sinner — Jeon Jungkook ☆

summary: Y/n’s parents make a deal with Satan, but don’t execute their part of the deal. Jungkook, Satan’s son, is sent on a mission to make their life miserable as a punishment. But he doesn’t really care much— he’s only on earth for a good time. He meets the innocent y/n and corrupts her.

pairing: demon!jungkook x fem reader

genre: angst, smut (maaaybe… if u guys are lucky enough), demon!au

word count: 2.3k

warnings: religious themes, bullying, abuse (towards the end), reader is haitian 🙈, more warnings will be added as series progresses

“mom, please!” i said, putting my hands together with a pout.

“i said what i said young lady. you’re wearing whatever i want you to wear if you’re still under my roof.”

“but everyone at school makes fun of me! i want to be able to dress like all the other kids at school.” i whined.

“i didn’t ask you if you wanted to dress like the other kids or not. the outfit is supposed to save your dignity. you want to dress like the whores at school? huh? don’t let me find out that you’re with some boy who’ll taint your innocence.” she spat.

“yes, ma’am.” i whispered as i hung my head low and walked out of the house to catch the school bus.

the school bus was a long ride to the school even though i was one of the last to get on. i didn’t have anything to occupy myself as i had all my homework done and wasn’t allowed a phone or any electronic device. my parents say that it’s too dangerous and i should stay focused on school. i never asked again after my mom smacked me when i sulked.

i was pulling on some loose threads from my shirt thinking about where I’d sit for lunch today when there was a weight on the seat next to me. i looked over and it was a boy I recognized from one of my classes.

“don’t get too excited, mother mary. i’m just sitting here cause all the other seats were taken already. did you really think I’d ever sit next to you willingly?” he snapped.

“i didn’t-“

“just stop talking. sitting next to you is already embarrassing enough, i don’t need people thinking I talk to you.” he rolled his eyes.

i looked out the window and saw trees as the bus drove past them. i couldn’t wait for this trip to be over.

the school day had been going pretty well aside from some teachers laughing at what my mom made me wear today. there were a little more whispers than normal but it was fine.

the bell rung signaling that it was time to go to lunch so i packed my things in my bag and headed out to the cafeteria.

i stood in line waiting to get my food so that i could go sit in ms. harding’s classroom and help with anything she needed since i was a student aide. she allowed me to eat in her classroom and i took the chance because i’m pretty sure nobody wants me at their table.

as i was waiting for the lunch lady to put today’s menu on my tray, i heard boys laughing and goofing off behind me. from the corner of my eye i could see them pushing each other and then i was shoved into the girl standing in front of me. she turned around with a scowl on her face.

“bitch I know you lyin! you just stepped on my jordan’s! do you even know how much these cost?” she yelled as she looked me up and down. “doesn’t look like it.”

“heesa, what happened?” her friend came up and asked. “this hoe stepped on my shoe! they’re ruined!” she screeched as she pointed at me.

“i don’t think it’s that seriou-“

a third girl came. “pay for the shoes.”

at this point everyone was looking.

“i’m not paying for anything.” that seems like that hit a nerve for them as heesa grabbed my hair and dragged me to the floor. she and her friends all came at me.

i couldn’t focus on where i was getting hit because it’s hard when 3 girls are all stomping on you at the same time.

the cafeteria went wild as people took out their phones and started recording. i could’ve swore i saw a teacher recording as well but maybe i was just seeing things. my vision was starting to get blurry and my whole body aching in pain. i tried putting my hand up to stop them but couldn’t get it up.

“ladies stop!”

i felt two hands pulling on one of my legs trying to save me from the assault of the three girls. as they were pulling me from under the heavy stomping, my skirt started rising up and soon the whole cafeteria could see my heart printed underwear. i scrambled up to my feet, pulling my skirt down. my face felt hot as i looked around and saw everyone laughing. there was school security holding heesa and her friends back and one behind me who i assumed was the one who was pulling on my legs. heesa and her friends were led to the office by security.

needless to say, i decided to skip lunch that day. i picked my backpack off of the floor and left the cafeteria to get to ms. harding’s classroom before lunch ended so that i could help her out.

y/n made it to the classroom with 20 minutes remaining of lunch. she went up to ms. harding’s door and saw her sitting at her desk from the glass. she knocked on the door three times and stood there with her back hunched over in pain as she waited for her teacher to come and open the door.

“y/n! what happened to you?” she gasped as she took in y/n’s appearance.

“i just got jumped at lunch. I’m fine.” y/n says with a small smile on her lips.

“jumped?! are you alright? who were those girls? do i need to tell the principal about this?” ms. harding ranted as she led y/n into the classroom and into a seat.

“i’m ok, really.” y/n assures.

“do you want me to call your parents?”

“no, it’s fine.”

“are you sure?”

“yes.”

“positive?”

“yes ms. harding, i’m positive.” y/n chuckled

“i don’t have anything that i need help with so would you like to go on your phone for a bit until your next class starts.” she was obviously lying. she was worried for y/n, her favorite student. she always paid attention and turned in work on time.

“i don’t have a phone. i’ll just put my head down.” y/n sighed in silent relief.

the rest of the day passed by smoothly. y/n avoided heesa and ignored the people who laughed at her when she entered the room.

she got onto the bus and went straight for her usual seat only to find that it was already occupied. there weren’t anymore seats in the front so the only option was the back. she put her head down for a second and closed her eyes hoping that when she opened them it would be a dream but it wasn’t. the boys at the back looked busy with each other anyways so she just hoped for the best praying that nobody would say anything.

she found a seat that had just enough space for her to fit in so she took it. she glanced to the side and to her relief, the boy next to her was too absorbed into his phone to notice her. she relaxed and let he back hit the seat only to wince in pain.

she stared up at the ceiling of the bus and tried forming excuses as to why she had all these bruises.

i watched as people got dropped off at their stops. i was one of the last people remaining on the bus when the driver finally pulled up to my stop. i grasped my long skirt on both sides and lifted it up a bit so that i wouldn’t trip and fall and embarrass myself even more today.

the short walk back home took only about 3 minutes. once i reached the front door, i picked up a bottle of holy water that sat on a table on the porch and opened it. i took some into my hands and splashed it onto the door and onto my feet before capping the bottle and opening the door.

i walked into the kitchen and saw mom standing in front of the stove cooking and dad standing in front of the microwave, fixing his tie.

“God be with you mother,” i said as i put my hands together and bowed. “God be with you father.”

“God be with you y/n” they both said together.

i was lucky that neither of them had noticed my slouch. i set my bag on the counter and walked next to mother.

“what are you making?”

“mayi moulen, sós pwa, and legume.” she said as she pulled out 2 plates from the cabinet beside her. (pls search up the food, idk how to translate it in english)

i looked over to father and he was slipping on his suit jacket.

“will father be eating with us?”

“no. he’s going to bible study. he’ll eat when he comes back.” she replied, handing me a plate full of food.

“alright, thank you.” i said, walking to the dining room and setting my plate down on to a placemat. i waited for mother to come over so that we could begin eating.

father walked over to mother and pecked her on the lips, muttering a goodbye. he did the same thing but to my forehead before he was out the door.

we bowed our heads and closed our eyes to pray before we started to eat.

“how was school today? did anyone compliment your outfit? you looked very nice.” she asked, bringing a spoonful of food up to her mouth.

“i got bullied today because of my outfit.” i muttered.

she dropped her spoon with disappointment written all over her face. “i thought you were better than that y/n. lying because you want to go out and be a tart?”

“no! i’m just tired of people always making fun of me,” i said as tears welled up in my eyes. “please ma, just let m-“

“SATAN! GET OUT OF MY DAUGHTER!” she shrieked, as i held on to my stinging cheek. she slapped me.

i looked over to her and tried my best not to let the tears fall. “since you wanna start acting like a prostitute, you can go to bible study with your father. maybe that’ll knock some sense into you.”

“yes ma’am.” i mumbled

i held my cheek as we ate in silence. i didn’t dare say anything in fear of getting slapped again so i just kept my mouth shut.

“thank you for the food.” i whispered as i stood up, taking my plate to the sink to wash. “i’ll go get ready now.”

saturday, 0800am

i was woken up by the sound of my bedroom door opening. opening my eyes, i saw mother holding a tray and father standing behind her with a bible in his hands. i sat up, rubbing my eyes and swung my feet off the bed. i stood up, pulling off my night dress and sliding my underwear down my legs. walking over to where mother stood, i got down onto my knees. bowing my head and closing my eyes, i waited for father to begin the prayer.

it was 10 minutes into the prayer and everything was going normally. father had his hand over my head as he read from the bible. mother stood to the side, preparing the holy water.

father’s hand pressed onto my head aggressively and he started reciting the words harshly. this hadn’t been the first time this had happened before.

he started gripping my forehead and shaking me. this had never happened before. i opened my eyes to see what was going on. mother was pouring the blessed water into her hand and walking over to me as father put both of his hands on my shoulders, dropping the bible and pushing me into a laying position on the floor.

i felt droplets of water being splashed onto my back and the sound of a belt being unbuckled hit my ears. i clambered, trying to get my self off the floor but it was too late. the leather hit my back with a “woosh” sound. i yelped and my body trembled as i lurched forward, falling on the ground. tears gathered up in my eyes from the force of the hit.

“i heard yesterday you wanted to be a prostitute. is that true?! huh??” he roared, hitting me over and over again.

“no! please stop!!” i bawled, trying to crawl away.

“you think that’s gonna stop me? i know that’s satan talking. BLOOD OF JESUS!”

“hallelujah, amen!” mother praised, clapping her hands together.

tears were pouring out of my eyes. i looked over to mother and stretched my arm out to her with whatever strength that i had left.

it seemed like the hits were getting harder each time i let out a sob. the pain was becoming unbearable, but i had no choice but to lay there and take it. i don’t know how i’ll be able to get up after this.

after about 2 minutes of constant hits, father finally stopped and sighed in satisfaction.

“you better hope i don’t hear or catch you doing something like that again” he snapped, putting his belt back on and leaving the room.

i laid there on the floor, shaking. mother walked over to me and crouched down on the floor, caressing my hair.

“it hu-hurts ma,” i sniffled. “everything hurts”

“the pain will be over soon.”

“how could you let him do this to me.” i whispered

“he’s only trying to help you y/n. he just wants what’s best for you.” she said. i looked at her and i could see guilt in her eyes. she slowly help me up, sitting me down carefully on the bed. mother picked my nightgown and underwear up off the floor and helped into them. she took the covers and tucked me in, putting pillows under my back so that it was elevated.

“i will bring your breakfast upstairs.” she mumbled, leaving the room.

as i lie down, i started wondering why i had to go through all of this pain. i was beginning to think that none of this is worth it.

y/n’s outfit inspo 🎀

#jungkook #bts #bts fic #bts smut #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #demon au #bts x reader #reader insert #scenarios #imagines

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rollflasher · 3 years

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So, these days I’ve been revisiting ShtH and talking about it, in particular about the topic of how it could have been better executed...for lack of a better term.

Of course the topic of how this mess of a game could have been fixed has been discussed to death at this point, but I’m going to tackle a specific issue that gave this game it’s infamous reputation in regards to it’s edginess, and I’m going to adress it with my own take.

I’m talking about the topic of g u n s.

So, we all know that the main reason this game is so infamous is because of it’s use of realistic firearms in order to appear more ‘’mature’’...and coming off as incredibly edgy and immature as a result.

The thing is, while I share that opinion and I agree more with it as time goes on, my problem with guns is this game is a tad different from most people. When people point out what makes this game so ridiculous, they usually say something along the lines of ‘’Why would they give realistic guns to a cartoon hedgehog?’’, but in my case, I instead ask myself.

‘’Why would Shadow of all people use guns?’’

See, I have the opinion that stuff like realistic guns aren’t necessarily out of place in Sonic since they’ve been present ever since SA1, however, my rule of thumb is that they should only be used by human characters...and what makes the use of them in this game so ridiculous for me is the complete lack of self awareness regardless of how useless they are on this setting.

Using the SA1 example, at the beginning of the game when Chaos appears, he gets confronted by the police from Station Square, and they use realistic guns to defend themselves. What’s the result of this?

Predictably, guns fail to do any sort of harm to Chaos which makes sense considering that he’s a water monster, and Sonic himself, a guy with superhuman abilities, has to step in to fight him because the humans here are useless.

In case it’s not obvious what I’m getting at, I think that what makes Shadow using guns so silly and ridiculous for me is thinking about why would a character who by himself has the power to reduce a whole city to dust, in a series where characters with destructive capabilities are the norm, ever need mundane weapons? I get why people are quick to point out that it’s ridiculous because Shadow is a ‘’cartoon hedgehog’’ and by default that makes his use of guns stupid, but if you ask me, even if we lived in a timeline where the Sonic series doesn’t star colorful anthro characters and Shadow looked like a more ‘’serious’’ human protagonist...

...I would still take the idea just as seriously as this shitpost.

At least for me, slapping realistic guns in a fantastic setting where they’re probably useless next to the godlike power of the characters is going to be ridiculous regardless of how ‘’dark’’ it is.

So, if my problem doesn’t come with the guns themselves but with how they’re used, then how would I fix this?

Well, the easy answer would be to scrap them altogether because if I’m honest, I think ShtH would be much better off without the presence of weapons as a feature, but, if I had to keep them, I would instead give them another focus and use them to give a clear message in the story.

Humans, are fragile.

See, as I mentioned before, human characters in Sonic most of the time are useless and one of the main plot points regarding Shadow’s character in general is that they’re afraid of his power, so, what if we expanded upon this by making the realistic guns a reflection of this?

To elaborate, I would scrap all of the realistic firearms and only leave the basic pistol and sub-machine gun, and subsequently get rid of every single bit of unnecesary focus on them outside of gameplay. (Basically, no sight of Shadow holding realistic guns in both the concept art and promotional material, no gunshot sound effects, etc) Why would I do this? For a number of reasons, the first is that I’m aware that in general including guns in a Sonic game is still a risky thing to do, so I would mostly leave the two most common weapons in the game and call it a day, the less the better.

The second reason would be re-balancing, in this case, those two guns would be repurposed to be the weakest weapons in the entire game, to the point that the only enemies you could one-shot with them are precisely G.U.N soldiers, while the rest of the mooks would require at least two shots and for stronger enemies, they would straight up take no damage at all from realistic guns.

The reason for this change would be to purposely paint guns as useless, both in gameplay and narrative terms. The dialogue would also reflect on this with the characters commenting about why on Earth would you bother picking up a pistol, the game itself already has characters like Sonic and Knuckles claiming they don’t need guns, but here I would also add things like Shadow himself saying something like ‘’This is useless, I’m better off without it’’.

Since here stronger enemies would be straight up immune to realistic guns, I would also have bosses actively mocking you for trying to use them against them, Eggman himself could claim something like ‘’Don’t tell me you really thought that piece of junk could do anything to my mech.’’

The player has the choice to pick up these guns, but the implication is that not only Shadow never bothered to use one in the story, but also that they’re virtually worthless and actively hinder you instead of making you look like a badass.

I would also replace the rest of the realistic weapons with more futuristic looking ones, as they would make much more sense in terms of usefulness. I usually see that people claim that the game should have gone full parody and give Shadow wacky and over the top guns, but personally I prefer the idea of him having fantastical but futuristic weapons while still being in-line with Sonic’s design standards.

I think this futuristic style of weapons for G.U.N would be a more interesting choice, with the added benefit that they would be actually useful unlike the mundane guns.

Outside of gameplay, the most focus I would give to guns would be to highlight how weak and fragile humans are compared to Sonic and co. I would even have Black Doom mentioning them to convince Shadow they’re not worth the time of the day, like mocking them for relying on such ‘’primitive’’ weapons to defy him or comment on how much they struggle to develop more powerful weapons to compete with them, or their more advanced weaponry.

In fact, in the Dark path, you could even use this focus with Shadow himself calling out Sonic about why he fights for humans, when they are certainly just as jealous and afraid of his power as well and wouldn’t doubt to turn on him the moment he’s deemed as dangerous, just like they did with him.

I’m getting ahead of myself, but to end this post, while there is a lot to fix on ShtH, at least this is how I would have adressed the issue with guns in this game.

I suppose I really have nothing better to do if I’m really talking semi-seriously about a 2005 game that everyone considers ridiculous, but oh well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shth #shadow the hedgehog 2005 #opinion

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malereader-inserts · 4 years

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To Serve Our King and Queen

Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Daenerys Targeryen x Baratheon!Reader, Sansa Stark x Baratheon!Reader Summary: A story of heart break, love and heart break again. Word Count: 2,407 Request: Hey can u do a Daenerys x Baratheon reader where he is the son of cersei and Robert the true son. He used to be In love with Sansa but she wanted Joffrey so she break his heart. Reader leaves king’s landing with tyrion and meet Daenerys where both fall In love with each other. Later Sansa sees the reader with dany and Jon when they arrive to the north. Sansa is being disrespectful towards dany and reader put Sansa in her place and tells her to not talk to his WIFE like that ever again please. A/n: I changed it a bit, I wish it was a little bitter but oh well.

Cersei and Robert were married before he even became king, Tywin had faith that the Baratheon would overrule the Mad King. It was the start of the downfall of their marriage, the sex was lousy, but it got the lioness pregnant. You were a beautiful babe that Cersei had fallen in love with your looks.

You were a year old when your father overthrows the throne and becomes king of the seven kingdoms. You had a somewhat happy childhood, you were spoilt by your father more than your younger brother - Joffery. Whilst your mother somewhat loved you, you knew that she loved her golden crown children more than you, you had a suspicion about your siblings, they look too much of your uncle Jaime than your father, which was known that Baratheon seed was strong.

So, you were more of a father’s boy than your mother’s. At a young age, you were trained hard, went through advisers and teachers - teaching your expanding knowledge, your father demanded that you were to start off young in training to be king, making sure you know how to fight and be a respected knight just like your father. When you were growing up, you were told tales from your uncle Tyrion, who adored you because he could hold an intellectual conversation with you.

As you grew up, often at times you went with your father to go on hunting, even met with your dad’s best friend and his children. You often had playtime with them, being good friends with Robb and Jon, but you were always wanting to be with Sansa, your father laughs that you would marry Sansa when you two were older - Ned would laugh too.

As years gone past, you tried to ignore your father’s debauchery and your mother’s ever growing hatred towards you. You grew up to be a fine young man, despite being the son of two fucked up people, you were a loved prince - charming, caring and a fighter. You were too familiar with your mother’s manipulation that you were just as smart as her in playing games.

Tywin saw your potential to rule. The people will love you, they already do, because you weren’t fake but you knew when to stand your ground. You weren’t going to be pushed around, you knew your worth to that throne and you will be king whether your mother likes it or not.

You knew what you wanted but sometimes that’s not how it works out.

You wanted Sansa as a bride, when you arrived at Winterfell after so many years later, you saw how beautiful Sansa was. But, you could see how she was ogling on your brother Joffery, you scoffed - he’s not that big of a deal.

“Sansa be wise, pick (Y/n),” Robb says in their little family circle after being dismissed in greeting the king, “Jon and I know him better than you, and he’s a delight.”

“But, he’s not Joffery.”

Arya snorted, “Of course, you would want a little prat than an actual prince.”

“Joffery is a prince,” Sansa argued, “He’s handsome and I love him.”

“You barely know the boy,” Robb says with concern on his voice, “How do you even know if you love him?”

You tried winning Sansa’s heart, but before you left Winterfell, Sansa had pulled you aside, you had a little bit of hope but you had seen how she was all over your brother and was by his side every opportunity she could get.

You got your heartbroken by her, she was honest and you were thankful for that, but it hurt your heart. Sure, the two of you were still young, feelings can change like the wind and nothing is certain in the future.

When you arrived home, you talked to your dad about it and for once, he got serious - talking about that even if you were rejected you should always try to pursue her. He then laughed it off saying Baratheon men don’t have much luck with Stark ladies, but you could see in the pain in his father’s eyes as he remembers Lyanna Stark.

When your father died there were talks about who will inherit the throne, Cersei was quick on her game to get Joffery on the throne, you were livid. There was a screaming match between you and your mother in front of the small council before venomously bidding her hell. It was Varys, who started to tell you to leave because there were talks of your mother that she was going to hire people to kill you.

You couldn’t risk that, so you took a route down to the deepest part of Kings landing, keeping yourself out of sight, picking up a stray sword that caught your eye.

That’s your story really.

Anyone back home would believe that you were killed or dead, and suffered in the rule of Joffery Baratheon. People called your the lost prince of hope, their last strand of hope.

Tyrion did not expect to see you alive and by Daenarys side when he entered Esso, running away with the potential of execution on his head. When he saw you, it had been a few years that had past, you were a lot different.

Your hair was longer, you had grown more muscle mass, must of because you trained with Greyworm. You stood up straighter as if you had a purpose, but you looked happier. What your uncle did not expect was to look at the silver haired woman with such love.

It was a familiar look that he had seen, it was the same look you used to stare at Sansa with. But, to Tyrion’s surprised the look with returned. When you weren’t paying attention or was looking away, Daenerys would give you the same look of love. Tyrion asked Barristan, who laughs and nods.

“Those two? In love like any other teenagers!” He laughs, shaking his head, “They’re betrothed to each other, looking for the perfect time to marry. Daenerys has explicitly said that she wanted no one by her side when she becomes Queen, but learning Ser (Y/n) story, she realised that the two of them have the biggest claim to the throne, rightfully, and on the way, she fell in love with him as did he.”

“Of course,” Tyrion nodded, “I would have liked to see my nephew rule the seven kingdoms, at least he has the birthright unlike Joffery and his siblings.”

“Bastards?” Ser Barristan asked as Tyrion nodded, “Well, that explains the blond hair.”

“I know for the fact that (Y/n) would rule with a good heart, he was trained and he has compassion, he fought any manipulation and lies that were fed to him.”

“Yes,” the knight nods, “I wonder what the people of Westeros would think when they find out a Baratheon could ride a dragon.”

As months past, years past on, Tyrion watched his nephew enjoy his life fighting for what is rightfully his alongside his wife, who loves him as much as he did. There was no one better to rule the Realms other than two great leaders. Tyrion watched how Daenerys freed slaves and took control, Tyrion remembers how you were as a prince.

“Was there someone you loved before me?” Daenerys asked once, it was on the sail back to Westeros, she could see how excited you were to return home.

You looked at her, “I did, once,” You say, remembering how Dany had disclosed her lovers to you before, “She was fiery, but unlikely you who is made of fire and blood, it was her striking red hair - her name was Sansa Stark.”

“Is she-?”

“My uncle has told me before he had fled that she was alive, but I have no idea where she is now or if she is alive. I’m sure she turned to be a fine young lady.”

Dany raised an eyebrow, “Do tell more.”

“Well, as you know I am of Lannister blood.”

“I am aware,” Dany says distastefully, cringing that you were of blood of the man who murdered her father and you were the son of the man who killed her brother.

“She was more in love with my brother, Joffery. Half-brother because I had my suspicion that he wasn’t of Baratheon blood. You could say he’s pure, like you.”

Dany nods, knowing what you mean, after all, she is in a long line of keeping her blood pure as her relatives were all related one way or another. She hates to think the fact if she were to marry her narcissistic brother, Viserys, whilst both of you acknowledge that you two were distantly related - it was a fact that she was willing to ignore.

“He was a cunt,” You laughed whilst your wife giggles next to you in bed, “Spoilt and full of himself, I don’t want to imagine what his rule was like, but stories from my uncle it seems to appear as hell.”

“And she picked him over you?” Daenerys asked, raising an eyebrow, “Well, her loss, I think I have a great man before me. A true king.”

You chuckle, smiling at her lovingly, kissing her forehead, “Shall we sleep, my love?”

“No,” She pouts as you can’t help but find it adorable, “I think you should tell me tales of Westeros, after all, it’s more of your home than it is of mine.”

You weren’t expecting to return to Winterfell, but, it demanded it’s independence, which you thought was outrageous - really. You were reunited with Jon, who greets you with a smile, a joke and good hug - it has been a while since you’ve seen your best friend, glad to see him alive.

You thought that you were going to take over Kings landing, but having to take a detour route to Winterfell to battle in a war of the undead. Although, you get to see your mother before going to the North.

You relish the sight to see her and your uncle Jaime astonished that you were alive and knowing you were going back to claim for the throne. Cersei did not miss how your eyes darken and the glimmer of your sword.

“Mother.”

“Son.”

It was the only interaction you had with her, she refused to come to talk to you, you weren’t surprised - you lacked a mother’s love as you grew up. But, Jaime tried his best to get you to talk to him. You shook off his advances before turning to Jon and Daenerys.

You were surprised to see Sansa, as she was with you. Arya had noticed how she was staring.

“You’re staring, do you have regrets?”

Sansa cleared her throat and stood up straight, “No, he’s just grown.”

“So, have you, perhaps you have a chance at wooing him,” Arya hums looking over to you, talking to Jon with Daenerys by your side, “I can’t deny that he is very handsome.”

You barely got to talk to Sansa when everyone was preparing to war, luckily that your group of people survived the war. But, Missandei was down in the tombs with Sansa and Tyrion where she had heard that Sansa was disrespecting your wife.

Missandei was going to tell her Queen, but rather think other when she sees you walking towards her with a smile - she knew that you were better to handle it. She saw how your jaw locked, no one was going to disrespect your wife.

“Thank you, Missandei, please be with Dany, I’ll sort her out.”

You went to Jon first, who was confused at his cousin after you and Dany told him that he was actually the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna. Jon had his whole heart to support you and Dany’s plan to rule the seven kingdoms, agreeing that despite Winterfell wanting independence, they would struggle.

Sansa was trying to find the right ways to talk to you, perhaps try and mend the relationship. But, when you were looking at her as you stride towards her - she thinks differently.

Tyrion was in the room, trailing behind you as well as Varys. Jon followed closely behind whilst Arya looked confused, looking at her sister.

“How dare you disrespect your Queen!”

No greetings, no smile upon your face, fury on your expression and for once in her life, Sansa no longer recognise the sweet boy from many years ago.

“You should owe her your life after she came to rescue your home! She brought dragons and not once has she spoken about the clear disrespect that you and your people wore. She is not mad like her father at all.”

Tyrion, Varys, Jon and many other people could agree to that, Daenerys was nothing like her father and it was mostly because of you. You were her constant grounding, bringing her to reality and knowing that you will always be by her side.

“She’s not my Queen!” Sansa snaps back, gritting her teeth, “I don’t think she should be if anything if someone was to take the throne it should be you! It’s been rightfully yours since your father died.”

“It is my throne,” You sneered as Sansa stops upon hearing your words, “You’re not only disrespecting your queen, you are disrespecting my wife.”

Wife.

Her hearts shatter, she wonders is that how you felt when she had rejected you. Your eyes were cold, your stance was stiff and the lost Valyrian sword matches it’s current owner - you. It reflected who you were, shiny and attractive, but can cut so deeply - it was hard to recover from it’s inflicted wounds.

“You shall never bad mouth the throne, you hear me?” You pressed on, your tone turning stern that she reluctantly nods, “Don’t test me, Stark.”

With that, you turn on your heel and leave the room, leaving the occupants confused and somewhat terrified.

“Well...” Arya breaks the silence, “Sansa?”

Her heart was broken, she thought this time she could find love. She was never Joffery’s, she refuses to be claimed by Ramsey and she lost Theon. But, she could not let a man ruin her thoughts, putting up a wall as she looks away from where you last were.

“I believe we all have a meeting on how we will accompany our King and Queen to the throne.”

She dreads to see you because she knows when she arrives - you will look at Daenerys with love and it’ll be returned.

#daenerys targeryan #daenerys targeryan imagine #daenerys targeryan x male reader #sansa stark imagine #sansa stark x male reader #Sansa Stark #x male reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of throne x male reader

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despairingly-hopeful-imagines · 3 years

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hey! might be weirdly specific but could i get kazuichi and a reader he has a crush on in the killing game together, and one night the reader asks to spend the night in his cottage because she's feeling really anxious?

i knOW I SAID I WOULDN’T WRITE FOR KAZUICHI BUT LIKE. i saw this request in our inbox and my brain went haywire. kazuichi is now off of my hit list.... for now.

*rolls up sleeves* this is my first writing post on this blog, so i certainly hope you enjoy, my dear, and don’t be too worried about being specific! narrowing down prompts like that helps a lot!

spoilers for sdr2 up ahead uwu ‎‎

— mod sakura.

‎‎ When Kazuichi first laid eyes on you when you entered the classroom, he swore with all his heart that he has seen you before. It was a weird feeling of déjà vu that he couldn’t quite place his finger on no matter how hard he tried (and boy did he try), and it wasn’t until you approached him to politely ask him to stop staring at you that he realized he had been looking a little too long at you.

“S-Sorry,” he had stammered, face aflame as he scratched the back of his neck, but you had only chuckled, brushing it off.

“It’s okay. I always seem to have that effect on people.” You had replied earnestly with a swat of your hand.

Kazuichi had raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”

The corners of your eyes crinkled when you smiled as you gave your reply. “For some odd reason, people seem to think I’m some sort of otherworldly alien, so they stare a lot. But I promise you that I’m perfectly ordinary.”

But Kazuichi didn’t seem to believe that you were as ordinary as you said you were (Ultimate students weren’t ordinary to begin with, and you fell under that umbrella), especially in the days that followed your introduction. You two would hang out and talk more, and every time Kazuichi looked into your eyes, he would be met with something familiar yet so obscure, which only added onto your oddness. You had stopped reprimanding him for staring for too long, as by now it felt relatively normal.

Then the first murder happened.

While you had not been too much of a fan of Byakuya’s attitude, you did appreciate the effort he put through to protect every one of you, even if it eventually led to his downfall. When the lights came back on and Byakuya was deemed missing, you immediately grew paranoid. It was just the day before when Monokuma appeared and decided that you all would be killing each other, and every minute that passed since then only caused your worry to grow and grow. Had somebody killed Byakuya?! You immediately thought the worst, and it was confirmed when Akane sniffed out blood coming from under one of the cabin’s tables. Hajime had lifted the tablecloth and... You nearly gagged. Byakuya’s body was laying there in a puddle of his own blood.

You refused to look in the body’s direction; You had never been good at handling death properly, and you felt lightheaded, your vision swaying somewhat. You placed your hand on the wall and took a deep breath.

“Th-This... It’s impossible...!” You heard Kazuichi say, panic obvious in his tone of voice. “Don’t mess with me! This must be some sort of mistake!”

You blinked slowly, inhaling and exhaling deeply once again.

Someone called your name and you tilted your head to the side. It was Sonia, and she was giving you a concerned look. She repeated your name again, followed by a, “Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?”

When she spoke, Kazuichi’s head immediately turned in your direction. “What?!” Disregarding the body for the moment, Kazuichi made his way towards you and placed a hand on your arm (albeit hesitantly. He didn’t want to make things worse for you.). He said your name in a frenzied fashion, “Are you okay?! You’re pale as hell!” You looked him right in eyes, lips parting, and then your legs gave out beneath you. Kazuichi was quick to catch you before you hit the ground and, while this wasn’t exactly the right time for it, blushed fervently at your close proximity. His heart was beating so fast, and he panicked at what he should be doing.

His head raised and he looked around. Isn’t Mikan the Ultimate Nurse? He thought to himself as he eyed his classmate. “M-Mikan!” He shouted, catching the female’s attention. “Can you come over here?”

Mikan nervously made her way over, hands fidgeting. “Y-Yes...?”

It was like she didn’t even see you just lying there in his arms! He mentioned your name and looked down at you, adjusting his position. “You’re the Ultimate Nurse, right? Help her, please! She just dropped!” He moved your body so that Mikan could examine you. The mechanic’s arms shook as she placed the back of her hand against your forehead, and after a few moments, she pulled away.

“U-Um, there’s nothing to be worried about...! She’s... She’s just f-fainted, most likely from seeing B-Byakuya’s body...” The girl glanced at Kazuichi’s face and quickly added, “It’s n-nothing serious I swear! I’m s-sorry for not doing enough...!”

“H-Hey, hey! There’s no reason to be like that.” Kazuichi huffed, but he was relieved to see that you were alright. There was no telling when you’d wake up, so for now, he would wait.

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎

You had been forcibly woken up before the trial by Monokuma, but the trial itself was a blur for you. You really didn’t know much about the entire situation— aside from the fact that... That someone had... died... —, unlike Hajime, so you couldn’t really contribute, which was fine with you. The fact that you fainted ruled out any possibility of you committing the murder, because if you could barely handle viewing the body, then how could you have done it in the first place?

You felt uneasy throughout the entirety of the trial. Your podium area was situated to Akane’s left, and you gripped the wood of the stand so hard that your knuckles turned white. You caught Kazuichi sending you several concerned glances from across the circle, but they were ignored. Nagito’s spiel about hope and whatnot did nothing to calm your nerves, and after Teruteru was executed, you left Monokuma Rock feeling jittery and lightheaded.

Kazuichi was right beside you the entire elevator ride up, and he was here with you now even though everybody was already heading back to their respective cabins. He was comforting; You had never thought that you would be able to warm up to a stranger so easily, but you had, and you didn’t regret it in the slightest. He was just what you needed in this time of despair.

“Let’s head back.” You said once you were fully collected. Kazuichi still looked worried, though.

“A-Are you sure you’re alright?” He questioned before quickly continuing. “Can you walk alright? Do you need me to carry you?” His hands were shaking, but you didn’t know if it was because of leftover nerves from what had just transpired or from excitement towards the prospect of carrying you.

“I think I’ll be okay.” Physically, but not emotionally or mentally, that’s for sure. You patted the pink-haired boy on the shoulder and smiled at him, which in turn caused his face to erupt into rosy hues. “But thank you for offering.”

“Of course! Anything... Anything for you.”

You’re smile softened a little, and you only nodded, not quite knowing how to respond to a statement like that. You started moving forward and gestured for the lanky male to follow you.

However, each and every step towards the miniature resort only increased the feelings of dread that were harboring in your stomach. A murder had happened nearly a day after Monokuma appeared, so how would you know when the next one was going to happen? You didn’t think Teruteru would kill anyone, nor did you even consider the possibility of Nagito committing a murder (But now that seemed entirely possible, given his psychotic awakening that occurred not too long ago), but the trial you just returned from only proved you wrong. It didn’t matter how nice or how cruel someone was because they still were capable of ending another’s life.

You glanced at Kazuichi out of the corner of your eye as the two of you crossed the bridge that connected the two islands together. What if... You thought nervously. What if Kazuichi’s planning to kill me? Your hands shook at your sides. No, he couldn’t possibly be planning to murder you. You two had become friends before the Killing Game ensued, and Kazuichi was always upfront and honest with you, so you figured that he was bad at lying. If he was going to kill you then it would’ve been obvious from the start. You exhaled slowly. You were certain that you could trust Kazuichi.

But you didn’t know if you could trust anyone else.

You and the mechanic soon approached the wooden platforms where the cottages were, and when you realized that this would be where you two part ways for the night, you began to panic.

“Well, good night!” Kazuichi said to you, but before he could completely turn away, you grabbed his arm. He looked back at you, perplexed. “Do you need anythin’ else?”

“Can I...” Your mouth seemed to be moving faster than your brain. “Can I stay with you in your cottage for tonight?”

“W-What?!” Now he was panicking, but for a reason that was much different than yours.

“I’m scared.” You explained quickly, impulsively. “I don’t want to die.”

Kazuichi’s heart was beating a million miles per minute. If the others found out he spent the night alone with a girl, they’d surely freak out and call him a pervert, but you looked so desperate right there in front of him. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor, but he could certainly try to be one for you in this very moment.

Shoulders still tense from nerves, Kazuichi exhaled. “O-Of course! You can stay with me for as long as you’d like!”

“Thank you.” And you were truly grateful.

Kazuichi began to lead you over to where his cottage was, but all you could think about was how warm you felt in that very moment. Maybe...

Maybe this is what safety feels like.

#mod sakura #danganronpa #kazuichi soda #kazuichi #kazuichi x reader #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 #sdr2 kazuichi #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa goodbye despair #x reader #fluff #;)

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mqttsun-writes · 4 years

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Good day! Do you do headcanons for all Hashiras? If yes, then suddenly hashiras have a very self-contained s/o? That is, they keep all the negative emotions in themselves, they do not know how to cry, they tolerate everything, they do not talk about their problems and not a very good past, from which their health slightly deteriorates. If this is very bad, I apologize for disturbing you!

u got it anon!!

tw - mentions of self loathing, self depreciation, mentions of death, and negative thoughts!!

also yes ik that dating didn’t exist back in the taisho era but, for the sake of headcanons and writing, lets say it does

also sorry this took me so long adkfjdf a lot of pillars to cover

pillars w/ self contained s/o

Tomioka Giyuu

he’s one that wouldn’t notice for a while

he isn’t the most in tune with his emotions, expressing emotions, or reading other emotions

so if his s/o were to hide their emotions, he honestly wouldn’t notice until someone would point it out like

if kanroji or rengoku were to pull him aside and be like, “tomioka, did you see how sad s/o looked?”

“no, are they sad?”

and they would just give him a look that said are you fucking dumb because he had been with them for nearly half a year and hasn’t even thought to point out something about their emotions

from then on, he’d watch them more carefully

he’d notice more and more things, like how they always took the blame and never accepted any compliments, how they always changed the topic when something was asked about them or how never seemed to do anything but smile and make everyone else happy

and even with this information, he wouldn’t know how to approach them and confront them about it

because he does the same thing. he doesn’t show emotions or weakness, he doesn’t talk about his past, he’s detached from others and refuses to speak about it

but he realizes that this is his s/o, and he learned from doing that, it only made things worse for himself and those around him

so he very awkwardly tries to ease it into the conversation, because he wants them to open up instead of bottling in the emotions that will only hurt them in the future

it takes months, nearly a year to get them to open up, but he’s willing to be patient with them, because he understands this is difficult

Rengoku Kyoujurou

kyoujuro is on the more observant side, compared to the other pillars. he is good at noticing when someone’s mood is down and when they need comforting, so it won’t take him long to realize his s/o needs him

he offers time at first, seeing if they’re willing to open up about it on their own. he doesn’t want to peer pressure them into talking about their emotions, knowing that it could become worse if he did that

he doesn’t want to pry but he knows that if he doesn’t, then they’ll never talk to him about why they feel as though they aren’t strong enough or how they think that the death of their comrades and civilians are their fault

he understands some of the turmoil they go through and does his best to reassure them that it’s not their fault, you can’t save anyone and all that matters is that those you saved can keep on living

if it takes more than a few months for his s/o to think about opening up, he’ll sit them down for nightly talks to hopefully ease their mind

he’ll up the compliments, refusing to let them deny or refute them, complimenting everything about them in all honesty. from their skill set to their appearance and their personality

once his s/o will decide to open up, he’ll gladly welcome them with open arms.

he’ll listen to every word they say, wipe every tear they shed, hold them for every tremor, and offer comforting words for every disheartening thought.

he’s more in tune with his emotions, so he would make sure his s/o never felt these emotions again and would slowly help them open up and realize that it’s ok to ask for help and to be vulnerable.

Shinazugawa Sanemi

sanemi is brash, but he’s also caring.

it’s not the most obvious, but he definitely cares about his s/o more than others think

his brash nature is actually what might lead to self loathing and such in his s/o. with his quick and harsh retorts and blunt remarks that are brutally honest, it’s not surprise that it leads to doubts in his s/o about various things involving appearance and skill set.

if anything, sanemi will start noticing these traits in public or when they’re around his comrades. he’ll be able to point them out better when it’s the two of you alone, considering he’s only focusing on you and you’re responses and physical actions just make sense.

he’s not the type of guy to beat around the bush, he’s blunt and will immediately point it out

“oi, why the fuck are you so mopey?”

not the best execution, but it gets the question on the table and also adds insult to injury.

it starts a fight, at first. his s/o is getting tired and hurt at the harsh remarks - a person can only take so much, and they knew they signed up for this when they decided to date sanemi. that doesn’t change that his words can hurt, and they do hurt

this leads to his s/o blowing up and spewing their emotions at sanemi, ranting, yelling, cussing, and more. for once, sanemi with be silent and soak in the information.

he’ll understand and take in account your feelings, making sure you open up more and also making sure that he thinks before he spews out an insult that he spews to everyone to you

Himejima Gyomei

gyomei may be blind, but he’s not oblivious

he’ll take note of their dismissive behavior, how they deflect compliments and refuse to ever talk about themselves or their troubles

and it troubles him, and it makes him tear up knowing this his s/o is hurting

so he does what he can do confront them early about it

she’s his wife and he refuses to let them suffer in silence, especially if he has something to say about it

so one night, on a day off where he’s had time to think about his words and how he would like to approach this, he would ask them to sit down with him

pour some tea, set the mood to be serious but also friendly and welcoming - after all, it is his wife and they are at home

he would approach the topic slowly and steadily, easing it in and making sure not to pressure too hard

once the mood is set and his s/o starts to pour out their emotions and their problems, he would gladly listen, holding their hand in his larger one and gently caressing it to soothe them

he will make sure you know that he will always be there for you as a shoulder to lean on and that he cares for you

he’s a soft baby boy

Uzui Tengen

this boy will notice in a heartbeat and he will act in an instant

he has three wives, he’s a rather amiable person so he knows an abundant amount of people, which means he’s seen a multitude of personality types and the like

he’ll wait a few days before saying anything, wanting to see if you’ll come open up to him first if you’re comfortable enough

if not, he’ll ease in compliments into the conversation and meaningful, sincere flattering remarks

he wants to make sure you know that you have a voice, your concerns and problems are valid and you shouldn’t be afraid to voice them out to him or his other wives

he’ll make sure that you remember that you are his number one priority, above him and above the lives of other citizens, and that you should feel that way too

he will absolutely refuse to let you act as a doormat

if anyone tries to use you to their advantage, he will instantly step in and teach that person a lesson for even trying. he’ll teach you to learn to say no and to be more assertive

he will never let you forget your worth and how much he absolutely adores you

Igurou Obanai

he is more silent and observant compared to the rest, but as for reading emotions, it’ll take him a little longer as he isn’t exactly the most adapted to that

but since you’re his s/o and he will literally kill for his s/o, it wouldn’t take too long for him to notice

he’s going to assume someone made you feel this way first, asking you who did and swearing to murder them in a heartbeat

but if you reveal that it’s just how you always acted then he would tone down on the violence and up the caring meter to 2k

he will rather easily take you to a secluded and rather calm place to let you talk about it, giving awkward hugs and reassuring affections

he isn’t the best in consoling, so don’t expect kind words or from him

instead, just expect silent physical affections - after all, actions speak louder than words

he’ll do whatever you want to do with him, mainly to get your mind off of it

he’ll be subtle in his affections but he’ll hope he can make you realize that you’re worth more than you think

he won’t force you to talk about his past, considering he himself refuse to talk a bout his own past

but he wants you to let out your emotions, so he reminds you occasionally that he’s there to listen to you when you feel the time is right

Tokitou Muichirou

muichirou isnt the type of person to pry into his s/o or anyones personal life

he’s more of the “if they want me to know, they’ll let me know” kinda person

but he’s also very observant and will immediately take notice if this habit and behavior becomes kind of ongoing and continuous

his first tactic is to try to ask about it in private

“you know you have the right to say no, right?”

“i saw that uzui made you uncomfortable with three more missions and you could’ve said something”

he’ll try to talk some sense into you, first trying to be nicer and not nearly as blunt before just going

“i know how you’re thinking. like you don’t have worth, that if you help others then that’ll give you some kind of purpose, that if you just tolerate everything then it’ll be ok. take a look at yourself in the mirror and look me in the eye and tell me you’re ok.”

if it takes being brash and rude to break down your walls and to get you to spill, then he’ll do it because he knows in the future, you’ll thank him for it

he just wants the best for you, and as a smol bean boi, he will do whatever he can to help you

Kanroji Mitsuri

mitsuri is hesitant to ask or pry

she knows you’re strong and you can take care of yourself

but she sees your health going down rapidly

and she can’t help but worry increasingly

she’d ask rengoku for advice first on how to approach the situation

and he’d immediately advise her to take charge sooner than later, cuz it’ll only get worse the longer she waits to take action

he’ll give words of advice and some pointers that he would say before sending her off immediately to take action right that instant

and mitsuri is a little bit nervous but she puts on a brave face and marches to you

“s/o! remember i love you but what you’re doing to yourself is not good and very bad for your health so please talk to me! i’m really worried and the others are too, so...” she’ll start to waver in the middle of her confidence burst before steeling herself, her eyes getting this built resolve as she continues, “rely on me. rely on us! we’re here for you, so don’t feel like you need to keep doing everything we ask just to make us happy!”

she’ll honestly get a little emotional and cry while in her spiel because she’s spilling out her emotions as to watching you deteriorate your own health

and when she’s finished, she’ll stand and huff for a minute before opening her arms and just offering a hug

she’s good with physical affection so she wants to show you as much as possible to show that she loves you and you are worth so much more than you could ever imagine

that you are her inspiration and reason to keep fighting when she feels as if she has no energy left

so she just wants you to realize this because she thinks its the most obvious thing ever

Kocho Shinobu

see

she does the exact same thing

but this is about you

and since she knows how she does it and how she hides it so easily

she’ll spot it in the blink of an eye and work to stop it as soon as possible

she knows firsthand just how much it can deteriorate one’s health and she refuses to let you suffer through that just as she does

so she will immediately pull you aside, sit you down, and make sure you listen to each and every word that will spill out of her mouth

she’ll half lecture you and half vent to you with her own emotions (in the moment you won’t realize this but later you’ll see that she was dealing with the same thing)

she’ll shed a few tears and let her anger show through just to get her point across

she won’t stop until she’s made sure you’ve understood your worth and your importance and your own health

she will stay up all night by your side just to make sure you realize this because she admires and loves you so much that it hurts her to see you suffering

please expect a lot of cuddles and pampering

she will refuse to let you lift a finger and she’ll stand up for you if a pillar asks you for something

“yo s/o can you take my mi--”

“back the fucK off tomioka”

this ended up being 2319 words and it took me like two months eye--

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milkybonya · 4 years

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running away means coming back

Anon: Moonbin x reader where reader is Jinjin’s younger sibling. Reader and Moonbin were dating behind Jinjin’s back, and when Jinjin finds out, he doesn’t approve of them so Moonbin and reader run away until years later when they return and Jinjin isn’t mad anymore.

*i slightly changed this request in order to make it gender neutral :)

Warnings: verbal fighting, a lil angsty at times, mentions of death and food

Word count: 2.7k

In your bedroom, you quickly reach for your phone since you heard it vibrate. Noticing Moonbin’s name on the screen, you sprawl out on your bed and hurriedly open the message.

i’m coming over today ! with the rest of the boys so they can keep Jinwoo distracted ;)

You hear a knock on the door, so you quickly toss your phone away before Jinjin steps into your room.

“Hey, [y/n], my friends are coming over today so don’t be too annoying, okay?” he says, a serious look on his face. You know he’s joking, though.

“I know!” you say, burying your head in your pillow.

“You knew that my friends were coming or you knew to not be annoying?” Jinjin asks, teasing you.

You groan in response.

“Anyway, just thought I should let you know,” he says, closing your door behind him as he leaves.

An hour later, the doorbell rings, and you jump out of bed but immediately stop yourself. If you run to the front door now, Jinjin will definitely get suspicious. You’ve been dating his friend, Moonbin, in secret for a few months now. Jinjin will definitely not approve, so you’ve had to hide it.

You tap your feet, trying so hard to hold back from rushing to see your boyfriend.

You text Moonbin:

Binnie, when will I be able to see you T-T will u come to my room?

i can’t come there right away, or else Jinwoo will know :(( i’ll be there soon, my dear, just wait <3

You can hear the boys entering the living room. Their shouts and yells echo through the house. To keep yourself distracted, you put on some earphones and watch something on your phone instead.

Downstairs, Moonbin is ready to execute his plan.

“I’m just going to go to the washroom, okay?” Moonbin says, getting up from the couch.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jinjin says, focused on the game he’s playing with Sanha.

Moonbin quietly runs upstairs and Jinjin is too distracted to ask him why he isn’t using the washroom downstairs.

Your earphones are so loud that you don’t hear Moonbin knock, so he quietly enters your room anyway. You don’t notice his presence until he leans down and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m here!” he whispers, grinning and stretching out his arms.

You pull out your earphones and smile back at him, pulling him into a hug.

“You don’t even understand how much I missed you. Jinwoo is so overprotective and I’m so bad at lying, so every time we try to meet up outside he asks me who I’m meeting and I can’t say it’s you but I also can’t lie-”

Moonbin presses his lips against yours.

“It’s okay,” he says after he pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. He gently strokes your hair.

“I’m just glad to see you. What have you been up to these days?” Moonbin gets up from the chair that he was sitting on to sit next to you on the bed. He tightly holds your hand as you begin to speak.

Downstairs, Jinjin beat Sanha in the game they were playing. He pumps his fist in the air, yelling happily.

“You cheated!” Sanha says, hitting Jinjin with a pillow.

“You were the one who was cheating and I still won!” Jinjin says, also hitting Sanha with a pillow.

After they calm down, Jinjin notices that someone is missing.

“Where did Moonbin go?” he asks.

The rest of the boys try to hide their panicked faces. They’re aware of the fact that you’re dating Moonbin, so they know that he went upstairs to see you.

“The washroom, remember?” MJ says.

“It’s been fifteen minutes, is he constipated or something?” Jinjin laughs. “Maybe we should check on him.”

He gets up to walk to the washroom, but MJ stops him.

“Hey, let’s not. We don’t wanna embarrass him,” MJ says.

“What do you mean ‘embarrass’? We’re all friends here...”

Behind them, Eunwoo is frantically texting Moonbin.

Come downstairs, now!

Something vibrates by his foot and he picks it up. Moonbin’s phone. He left it behind.

“Hey, can I go upstairs? I wanna see your room,” Eunwoo says, making up an excuse so he can drag Moonbin back downstairs.

“That’s a good idea, let’s all go! There’s something new I bought and I want to show you-”

“No, just bring it downstairs!” MJ shouts.

“Why are you yelling?” Jinjin asks, laughing. “It’s too heavy for me to bring it downstairs, let’s go.”

As he starts to walk up, the rest of the boys are forced to follow him. Sanha tries to go to your room to he can warn you, but Jinjin makes sure everyone is in his room first before he himself enters.

There’s no escape.

Back in your room, Moonbin is making you laugh so hard you feel like your lungs are about to burst. He imitated the way Jinwoo always scolds you.

“You’re so right, Jinwoo always does that!” you laugh, clutching your side.

“Why is [y/n] laughing so loud?” Jinjin asks from his own room. It’s right across from yours down the hallway.

“They must be watching some funny videos or something,” Rocky says, nervously laughing.

“No, they never laugh that hard from a video. Let me go check-”

“No, I’ll go check!” Sanha says, holding Jinjin back.

“Why are you all being suspicious today? Just let me go!” Jinjin pushes Sanha aside and storms towards your room. The boys all run after him, but it’s too late.

He’s opened your door.

And there you are, cuddling against Moonbin’s chest while his lips are pressed to your temple.

“Moon...bin? [y/n]? What... what are you guys doing?” Jinjin asks, flustered.

Everyone tries to think of an excuse, but there’s no way they can cover this up.

“You’re... you two are dating?” Jinjin asks, the pitch of his voice rising. He’s angry.

“Moonbin, what the hell? What are you doing with my sibling? I thought I trusted you!” He runs towards Moonbin, but you throw yourself on top of your boyfriend, leaving no room for Jinjin to hurt him.

“Jinwoo, stop! It’s not a big deal!” you say.

“Not a big deal? Are you kidding me right now? How long has this been going on?”

Eunwoo and Rocky pull Jinjin out of the room, and Moonbin gets up to leave.

“Where are you going?” you ask him.

“I think your brother is really mad at me right now. I shouldn’t stay here any longer.”

“Wait!” you say, holding onto his arm. “I’ll come with you.”

The two of you end up in Moonbin’s red car, driving away.

“I don’t think I can ever face my brother again,” you say.

“Me neither,” Moonbin responds, tightly gripping the steering wheel. “Maybe it’s best if we just don’t see him for a few days.”

You nod.

Somehow, that was the start of you running away with Moonbin, not for just a few days, but for three whole years. The two of you drove silently without any specific direction and found yourselves in a quiet village. That was the place that you decided to call home.

A short, creaky metal gate opens up to a small field of grass and overflowing trees, plants and flowers. Past the green mess stands a small, grey home.

Your home.

You spent three years in that place with Moonbin, selling to the market whatever your small plot of land could grow. The two of you were known as the mysterious, young couple, and no one knew where you had came from.

You never told them.

To this day, you’re still scared of going back. Jinjin’s face on the day you left, the anger, it all scared you. He’s your brother and you love him. You don’t ever want him to be mad at you.

Sometimes, you ask Moonbin if he regrets running away. Each time you ask him, he takes your hands in his, pressing his lips to the back of your hands one by one before saying, “this was all meant to happen for a reason. I’m living my best life here with you.”

Yet you can’t help but notice the times he’s cried at night, sobbing silently. You can’t help but notice him talk in his sleep, murmuring his friends’ names.

Running from Jinjin meant that you had to cut ties with his friends, too, and that was the hardest on Moonbin. Yet he always smiles brightly at you and hugs you. He tells you that he’s okay, that he doesn’t need to go back.

He would always work in the shed behind your house, making something. He never told you what it was, so you never asked, but one day when you stepped inside to clean up, you noticed that amidst the tools, there was a shiny ring.

“What are you doing in here?” Moonbin asked, giving you a back hug.

“Cleaning up. What’s that ring for?”

“You’ll see one day.” Moonbin pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Despite how much you’ve enjoyed being in Moonbin’s presence for every hour of every day, cooking and eating meals together, walking to the market together, spending hours on end doing nothing but burying your face in his chest and smelling his natural scent, it’s time to go back, now. You need to come back to reality.

Moonbin has sacrificed so much for you, and you think that three years is enough for Jinjin to have forgotten about his anger.

So finally, you and Moonbin pack up.

A few friends from the village help the two of you.

“So will you finally tell us where you’re from and where you’re going?” one of them asks.

Moonbin chuckles, and it’s enough to make your spine tingle and your stomach do backflips from the butterflies.

“I think it’s best if we just stay as we are,” he says.

Once most of the packing is done, your friends leave, and it’s just you and Moonbin again. He pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“These three years felt like a dream,” he says. “I felt like I was in a movie... running away with the person of my dreams? This only happens in movies.”

“But now we’re gonna go back and you can see your friends!” you say, feeling excited.

Suddenly, Moonbin pulls away from you. His hands rest on your shoulders and he looks into your eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back?” he asks you, his eyebrows knitted together. The white shirt he’s wearing sticks to his arms and chest, showing his defined muscles.

“I’m sure,” you say, and Moonbin hugs you once again.

“I’ll be with you, okay? I’ll do anything I have to do to get Jinjin to agree-”

“Don’t worry,” you say. “He’s my brother. I know how to get him on my side. Maybe I should have just talked to him back then, but things turned out like this. We should go back now, sooner than later.”

Moonbin smiles and nods. He’s proud of your growth.

You used to be afraid of Jinjin, despite how close the two of you were. Because of how overprotective he was, you were always afraid of crossing the line. Moonbin showed you that no lines ever even existed. He showed you that Jinjin wasn’t always right, and that you should be free to do what makes you happy.

Even just two years ago, you were still scared of your brother. But now, you were ready to face him, and instead of apologizing, you were ready to just have a conversation with him.

Deciding that you wanted to move out in the early morning, you and Moonbin went to bed early. He held you close to him for the entire night, his hands rubbing circles on your back.

“[y/n],” he whispered into your ear. “I love you.”

The next morning, you put your few belongings into the same red car that Moonbin still has and drive down the same dirt road, onto the highway towards your hometown. The sky is blue without a single cloud, and you take it to be a sign of good luck.

The bright sun leaks in through your window at some point, and you close your eyes so you can soak it up and feel it on your skin.

Moonbin’s free hand reaches out for yours, and when he finds it, he tightly holds it.

“We’re going hoooome!” he sings softly. You roll down the window and yell the same words he said out into the wind. Moonbin laughs and squeezes your hand tightly.

Your heart races as Moonbin enters the driveway of your home, parking behind your parents’ car. He turns off the engine and looks at you with warm eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.

When you nod, he quickly leans forward to give you a kiss, but it feels more like he’s passing on his courage and strength to you. The brushing of his soft lips against yours is enough to make you feel ten times better.

You both climb out of the car at the same time, planting your feet onto the gravel of the driveway. Moonbin quickly scurries over to you and holds your hand before you both walk up to the front door.

Taking a deep breath, you ring the doorbell.

Waiting for a few moments, you wonder if Jinjin is home.

The door swings open, and speak of the devil: there he is. His hair is tousled and he’s got one hand in a bag of chips.

The chips drop to the ground.

“[y/n]?” Jinjin’s jaw drops.

He reaches out to touch your face, trying to make sure you’re real. Then he gives in and just hugs you. He squeezes you so tightly that you feel like you’re about to burst.

“[y/n] it’s really you? Where have you been?”

He pulls away and holds your face in his hands.

“You look okay, have you been eating well? What have you been up to? Why didn’t you answer my calls? Why were you gone for three years?”

Suddenly, the poor boy starts to tear up, and you reach out to hug him again.

“Why would you just leave like that? Do you know what we went through? The boys didn’t let me report you as missing, so I thought you were dead...”

“Jinwoo I’m so sorry,” you say.

You should have came back sooner. You wish you had came back sooner, but you’re glad you didn’t come any later.

You decide to address another important issue.

“Jinwoo, Binnie is here too,” you say, softly. Jinjin immediately pulls away from your embrace and stares coldly to your left, where Moonbin stands. Then, he starts crying again and hugs Moonbin.

“Bin, I can’t believe you just left me too! Without a single word, how could you? Do you know how much I missed you? Do you know how worried I was? What the hell were the two of you even up to?”

“I’m sorry, hyung. It was hard to come back. We tried, but it was hard.”

“It was harder for me,” Jinjin says.

He lets the two of you in, and you awkwardly sit side by side on the couch.

Does this mean Jinjin isn’t mad at me for dating Moonbin?

Jinjin brings you both water before he also sits down.

“You know, you didn’t need to run away that day. I was never mad at you,” Jinjin explains.

“What?!” you exclaim. It’s shocking to you, to think that Jinjin, the overprotective brother, was never mad at you.

“It was shocking, yes. It was weird, absolutely. But I just needed time to process things, that’s all. Of course I wasn’t going to be glad that my brother was dating my sibling, but that doesn’t mean I hated the two of you. I needed time, but not three years! A few days would have been fine.”

“Well with that said,” Moonbin says, getting off the couch and sitting on the ground, one knee raised and one pressed to the ground.

You look at Jinjin who gives you a smile.

Moonbin pulls something out of his pocket and presents it to you. It’s a ring, the same ring you saw him working on in the shed every day for the past three years.

“Do you wanna marry me then, [y/n]? We have your brother’s approval,” he says, smiling brightly like a puppy.

Lost for words, all you can do is hug him.

“Okay, okay, we get it!”Jinjin whines as both of you start to tear up.

But he also makes sure to say “congratulations” before he lets the two of you be.

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foryouthegays · 3 years

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techno liveblog w timestamps lets go for ‘a new home (dream SMP)’ stream

good laugh times: 00:13:50, 00:14:55, 1:38:45, ik it doesnt look like a lot but like u should watch the stream anyway bc philzas there and his laugh is amazing and they just go so well together

times techno calls phil his friend: 00:6:00 00:37:00, 00:45:17, 0:1:09:30, 01:11:15, 01:26:35, 01:50:05, 2:35:00

FSDJKFAF;LS HE KEPT THE MUTED INTRO IN JHKADFLS (ends at 00:1:25)

i like how, when faced with Leaving Youtube, techno would choose to be an author. i want a book by techno. reblog this if u want a book by techno (with an audiobook by him as well) /hj. 00:1:33

i love how he says ehhhhhh so much lskjhdfas (abt 2 mins in)

who the FUCK just remembers that the word fortuitous exists wtf 00:5:17

00:7:45 PHILZA TIME PHILZA TIME LETS GO

00:8:55 tommy time :/

0:14:10 rANBOO JUST WALKS IN, LOOKS AROUN ,AND LEA VE SIM CRYING

i love how much philza laughs at technos jokes bc pretty much everything he says IS a joke he just says it in such a serious voice that p much everyone else is like,,,yeah,,,,yup,,,,and phil just knows when hes joking and his laugh is so good with technos voice. sbi? whos that? i only know philza and technoblade

00:19:30 ghostbur joins! this is my first time hearin ghostbur btw

00:19:40 haha string axe technos so bad at crafting what a fool /j

00:21:07 ghostbur: “Even I remember how to make a fishing rod!” ghostbur u just MURDERED technoblade oh my god im gonna scream hgjdfksla i love ghostbur so much

00:23:55: GHOSTBUR NO!! DON’T DIE YOU’LL BECOME A DOUBLE GHOST!!!! -technoblade 2020

00:24:55 technoblade neva lies -guys he almost did the technoblade neva dies ahh!!!!!

i havent heard anyone talk about this but techno has a dedicated roleplay voice. like listen to him talk to tommy at 00:25:08. his voice gets more even, he uses names a lot more often (seriously, listen to his theseus speech. he says tommy so often, its incredible.), and his voice gets,,,,deeper? not deeper but smoother, in a way, and he repeats what he says for emphasis instead of humor. and his voice is louder, and he seems more assertive.

00:27:30 philza: where we goin, by the way? techno: to our- to my new home.

techno cmon let phil live w u wed get so much more content cmonn

00:28:50 the fact that he calls the manhunt theme “dream music” makes me laugh so hard. and then his version of it,,,,,m love he (also he sings it here and at 01:14:20)

00:35:10 why is ranboo so cryptic im-

why does he just casually know the word sentry wh at i hate him 00:39:45

this is the worst sentence (structurally) ive ever heard techno say im gonna cry 00:49:33 ‘im too busy thinkin of new ideas to sleep so i could actually execute them’ and tubbos *oh?* after is just hdsfgkjlka

LKSJDHFJK 00:51:49

00:54:30

techno: thats one of dreams powers, he can just stop the rain

tubbo, quietly: like jesus!

i love them sm dsfhkjla they kept going but i jus gdfhjksa jesus has op

techno @ being the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans: haha funnie!!

techno @ having fun w religious stuff: i wILL BE CANCELLED NO-

00:58:10 “hey if ur [ghostbur] a ghost, do instant damage potions heal you now?” “...no,, they hurt me still :(” DSIULZKJHFSLKFJH

01:04:00 his brother named the cow bob im- aww

also he has a fanart wall again!!!

01:09:30 “phil, you’re the only friend i have left in this world.” aWWWWW HE GAVE HIM THE COMPASS

“dont smoke, it’s a joke” -technoblade 01:14:15

ROLEPLAY SPEECH VOICE IS BACK AT 1:16:10 “they pillage my base for everything i’m worth, they use me for the revolution, but oooOOOoo i took a pickaxe with his consent? oOOOooOo i’m a thief!”

holy shit 01:17:15 “you know what, phil? for you, the world, alright? it’s fine.” oH MY GOD HHHHGHG (context, right before they were arguing bc phil took some blocks from his base and techno thought that when he said phil could take anything he meant from the chests)

the COMIDY of that villager coming in and sleeping while techno was readin donos at 01:22:05 RIGHT AFTER phil freaked out abt inturruptin his dono readin im SFDHKJLA:

techno talkin bout the winstreak and how he wont be able to live up to that sort of playin at 01:22:30ish is super important and ill transcribe it tomorrow, but if u can id highly rec watchin it.

01:24:20 “[readin dono] what’s your favorite movie? uh, the princess bride is pretty good” techno ily that movie rocks also he said it so fast like hes ashamed of it noo

techno says no to canon ranboo son btw! 01:25:30

01:25:55 “i wasnt in that story, therefore it doesnt matter” all of technoblr be like

01:37:49 is great lemmie transcribe

“how have you still not gotten a second monitor?? holy shit.”

“let me tell you something. and im only telling you this because i know that so many people in the chat are gonna be furious. so i recently realized- i think the second monitor can just be any ol’ monitor, right? you literally just plug it in, and its set up? well i mean you have to turn on some settings, but like, thats it, or something?”

“yeah,,,,, uh techno you fuckin destroyed my chat, by the way, oh my god, [earlier techno told his viewers to twitch prime philza] there has been like 40 primes just flying through”

“yeahhh twitch prime!!! twitch prime philza yeahh!!! so anyways the other day, i like, i looked to my left, and realized that my old monitor has been like, five feet away from where i sit and stream for the last three years?”

“oh my god...”

“so i- i literally do not have to leave my room to set up a second monitor and i havent. and i’m still usin my laptop for this stream.

“is this gonna be one of those situations where you like, you have a thing, you just refuse to do the thing?”

“listen, my desk is-

“yOU STILL HAVENT OPENED UP THE HYPIXEL PACKAGE!!!”

“AHHHH I HAVENT OPENED UP THE HYPIXEL PACKAGE! I HAVENT EVEN OPENED UP MY MCC COIN! DUDE I HAVENT EVEN OPENED UP MY ONE MILLION SUBSCRIBER PLAQUE! ITS STILL THERE RIGHT BEHIND ME! ITs sTILL IN THE BOX! i never made a video on it....”

“bruhhhhh [philza laughs] thats FREE VIEWS what are you doing??”

“ill open it at 8 mil :/.”

“you could LITERALLY make a video of you just like, throwing it off a wall, and then thumbing up, like doing a thumbs up, and then that would be it. 10 seconds. ten seconds. thumb and elbow in shot. [laughs]”

techno is such a disaster i love him

01:34:18 the way techno says “tommy, that statement has NEVER been true” i dont like sayin i simp for block men but GOD sometimes his voice is nicer than usual hhhgn

“man i sure wish tommyinnit was in this stream” -nobody ever (just after previous timestamp)

01:40:15 is fuckin hilarious and im actually crying oh my god techno just says things and says them well with a completely straight face how does he do it

i cannot WAIT until theres a president w the last/first name andy so we can say president andy and think abt technoblade

IM CRIASDNGUSFHD 01:44:38 PHILZA LOOK OUT LOOK OUT PHILZA LSKJDAFJASD;LKF

i love when techno talks abt his vids. like u can tell he puts a lot of thought into the vids (esp these ones) and like at 01:47:00 he talks abt the “I DIDNT PUT DEAPTH STRIDER ON THOSE BOOTS, FUNDY!” and how its just that creepin realization that you were doomed from the start and how he made the armor, he isnt intimidated by the netherite bc he didnt enchant it all the way and only he knows that,,, and i just,,,hgg he

he reveals that hes writin the next arc at 01:48:00: “oh, speakin of arcs, chat, i’m writing the next arc. so, you know. hope nothin bad happens in two weeks, chat!” IM SO EXCITED like he clearly has his character fleshed out and is SO good at writing and retellin history im so so excited to see where he takes it AHHHH and also taht means he might stream more bc he might make his character more important (keep in mind this is the guy who wrote self insert hypixel fanfics. he has no shame in puttin himself first and i respect him so much for it)

01:51:20 “they’re tryin to get a second customer but they’re riskin their first” is lowkey a good line

has anyone else noticed that techno says wise a lot? like at 01:55:10 he literally says “wise dragon armor” as a joke but like i think he says wise so much BECAUSE of skyblock like hjkfdsla

01:57:30 techno plea se eat

ok 1:58:45 is hilarious and all but at the end of his ramble he says “come back, i miss you” and lowkey im crying

techno needs to stop knowing his audience more than we know ourselves im hsfkjda 02:05:25 “the chat’s spammin ‘eat technoblade, eat!’ like they’re not gonna start, like, theyre not gonna get super sad if i ended the stream right now, like theyre not gonna all cry ‘i miss technoblade *sniffs* why- whyd he leave to eat food, why did he listen to our advice noooo’”

02:14:50 NEW VIDEO POGGGG CARL THE HORSE POGGGGGG NOT A STREAM HIGHLIGHT POGGGGG

02:17:40 “i could start a potato farm out here to show how much ive changed” techno last time u made a potato farm u started an entire war that lasted a year that does NOT say calm and retired to me lskgdfjagsldj

02:23:00 why does techno just reference greek mythology so much. makin me scared for his arc.

also he talks abt smp earth a lot in this stream i love it so much

i also just. love?? how much sbi respect tommy like they bully him but when talkin bout him they just have so much respect for how much work he puts into youtube and i just,,,,hgnn they r friends

02:33:13 sbi streamer house lets go cmon

02:34:15 “i think if i streamed every day i could keep up” on one hand YE S but on the ohter oh god techno no we have to keep up tho

hearing techno say “violence isnt the answer” is so scary 02:35:40

02:37:30 technosneeze

hiS BROTHER SENT HIM 46 DISCORD MESSAGES SFKDJLFLKASF 2:49:25 i love his end screen so much hes just sadness,,,,retirement,,,t,echnoblade,,,the government is going to fall on its own due to lack of organization and ideals,,,,,,subscribe,,,,,sadness,,,,,also 2:50:45 is making me laugh so hard its just sad music and technos like??? whys phil in my house drinking milk?????

overall, fantastic stream, if ya want some chill techno philza content i highly recommend.

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