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osiris-iii-bc · 6 days

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Secondo Emeritus - Naples

Primo | Secondo

Naples. My beautiful Naples. My beloved, adored Naples. It is the city where I studied and grew up in and it is also literally filled with mysteries and legends. I thought Naples would have been the perfect formation place for a young Secondo Emeritus. Let’s see what may have influenced and inspired him in his religious journey.

1 - The musical church.

Ghost’s music has always been heavily loaded with the Devil’s Tritone: also called Diabulus in Musica or Devil’s Interval, it is an unsettling dissonance produced by an unusual arrangement of notes that gives that spooky, devilish tone to music. In Infestissumam, it was featured on 9 out of 10 songs. The use of the Tritone was banned in Medieval times (In Ghost, its use dramatically dropped with Prequelle, with only 2 out of 10 songs featuring it). So what if I tell you that, in contrast, in Naples there is a church that functions as a musical score, whose music protects it from evil?

Basically, there is a church in Piazza del Gesù that has a particular pointy ashlar on the external facade. Under the side (the one facing the ground, so if you look up from the street you can see them) of each of these little pyramids are carved symbols, which turned out to be Aramaic letters that were later translated into musical notes. So, it turned out that the whole church is a big score, and it’s playable. The whole melody, called Enigma, was played for the first time inside the church to celebrate the discovery. You can hear the music here (sound quality is not the best).

Will it protect the church from Ghost’s music?

2 - The skull cult.

Naples has very intricate underground galleries, almost all visitable. One of these is Cimitero delle Fontanelle, a famous catacomb where the remains of about 40.000 people who died from plagues are stored. It is said the “anime pezzentelle” cult was born here: it is a particular relationship each Neapolitan establishes with a chosen skull. You literally adopt an abandoned skull, which according to our tradition is the seat of the soul, and your duty is to care for it, protect it and also create a special niche for it. In exchange, the soul of that skull will protect you.

A nice place for a Bone Daddy.

3 - Pretty and Evil like Mergellina’s devil.

Knowing the passion our Secondo has for women, here is a story about a very devilish one.

In Santa Maria del Prato church, in the Mergellina area, there is the only representation of the devil as a woman in a painting.

The legend has it that said woman was the beautiful Vittoria D’Avalos, who seduced the Bishop Diomede Carafa, who commissioned the painting in 1542 to represent his victory against the woman’s lust (we're all believing him, right? 🙄).

Now that story has a way of saying that refers to femmes fatales as “Pretty and Evil like Mergellina’s devil”.

I’d say she may be considered among the first-ever Sisters of Sin.

4 - Who gives life can also take it.

Infestissumam is filled with references to birth and Jesus, turning it into the birth of the antichrist and creating a narrative that is completely opposite to the birth of the Son of Man. Now, in Naples, there is a statue that embodies both concepts.

Back to Piazza del Gesù: On a very high pedestal in the center of the square stands a statue of the Virgin Mary, the Mother. That's all... until you position yourself at a specific point in the square and look up to see the statue transformed into the Reaper. His face is hidden by the cowl, staring straight at you, with a sickle at its feet and a snake crawling on it.

Depending on your point of view, the giver of life becomes the taker of it.

5 - Body and Blood… but especially blood.

What never stops to fascinate me about the relationship of Neapolitans with religion is the very thin line between devotion and pure blasphemy. It is the case of the “miracle” of San Gennaro’s blood. It happens twice a year and it consists in bringing the Saint’s blood in a liquid state again (after centuries it is obviously solidified). The particular thing is that during this ritual, the worshippers (and the priests too) literally insult the saint to convince him to make the miracle happen, because if it doesn’t work, it means that something terrible is about to happen.

(Last time it didn’t work was right before the Covid pandemic 🙂)

I’d say this could have been a great inspiration for Body and Blood and Idolatrine.

Honorable mention to the fact that I have lived 32 years now on this Earth and I never attended this event even though I would like to.

Bonus: Now, I said that Dante would come back in the chapters, and he is. In fact, not only Virgilio died in Naples (and he is the protector of the city) but, apparently, the gates of Hell Dante mentioned in his comedy were located on the Averno lake, near Pozzuoli, not far from Naples.

#the band ghost #ghost theory #papa emeritus ii #secondo emeritus #secondo #papa secondo #ghost fandom #Italian cities #ghost band theories

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ratsoh-writes · 6 days

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After skele rocks his s/o's world in the bedroom, and he/she follows them around like a puppy with dreamy eyes, nuzzles and constant little touches

Uhhh ut, uf, hf, ht, annnnndddd fs gold

Shdhdhdh under the cut for mentions of sexy times obviously

Sans: well sans is well known for not being a high energy monster. There isn’t much to follow since normally he conks out once he and SO finish lol. SO can get their nuzzles in through a cuddly nap. If he’s somehow still awake and gets to see SOs dreamy eyes, you’ll have quite the bashful bonefriend on your hands.

Papyrus: honestly same. Papyrus gets some serious post nut bouts of affection as well and will be equally nuzzly with his beautiful sexy thoughtful cuddly great smelling datemate! He’s chatty, and as SO follows him around, he’s singing their praises

Oak: oh he’s gone. Doing the horizontal tango with his SO works better on oak than any sleeping pill ever could. This boy is deep into slumberland right now. But there is a silver lining, oak tends to hold onto things in his sleep. Usually it’s just the blankets, but if SO positions themselves right, they’ll get to be a very comfy little spoon.

Red: yall red is a total horn dog. If SOs gonna give him all that affection right after the nasty, you can guarentee he’s aiming for a round 2. Or maybe a round 3 if SO can handle it ;). ….. no round 4. He’s not Superman lol. After that round 3 red is pretty much in the same state as SO now.

Edge: oh this strokes his ego so much. He’s preening at the proof that edge is the best lover! Of course his SO keeps sending him those loving looks! He did his datemately duty of making their life even better! He deserves a reward! Edge demands more nuzzles!

Rust: sadly he doesn’t have the stamina of his non-famine counterpart. Rust goes in for a brief round 2 and is pretty much done with life for the day. SO now has a tired and slightly achy, but affectionate and pleased datemate. At least with how sweet SO is, he’s sure he’s doing a good job.

Noir: oh he’s glad SO is so easy to read afterwards. With his limited.. mobility, sometimes he worries he doesn’t do enough to please them. A SO like this is very reassuring for noir. He indulges their nuzzles with lots of smooches in return.

Wine: and rock SOs world he did. Wine is one of the rougher skeletons in bed, so he’s rather impressed SO isn’t taking a snooze right now. He did give them a workout after all lol. Wine goes about his day with a soft smile, enjoying SOs antics. Sometimes when things are quiet, he’ll give SO a smooch and a teasing promise for more later ;)

Coffee: oh jeez, you’re killing him SO! The easiest way to turn coffee on is through praise or attention. He likes having his ego stroked lol. Coffee is so frustrated right now, and wishing he was a lust monster so he could act on what he wants to do again. Alas though! He’s been through exhausted for the day! He’ll have to settle with a lot of aggressive smooches until SO gets their brains back.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #suggestive #very suggestive #undertale #underfell #horrortale #horrorfell #fellswap gold

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sowoozoo-7 · 10 months

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Love, Lust & Litigation | Interlude - NYE (Namjoon POV)

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader x Namjoon

Genre: lawyer!AU, coworkers to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut

Rating: M (18+) whole fic, this chapter PG-13 (for language)

Warnings: some swearing in this chapter, nothing explicit

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Unfortunately, you have developed a massive crush on your new boss. Even more unfortunately, your equally attractive coworker is also harboring massive crush on your boss. AKA Jungkook and reader both pine for big, sexy brain Namjoon.

A/N: It's been a long time coming but here she is! The next installment of LL&L! This takes place in the middle of Chapter 5. More about it in the A/N at the end. Thanks for all your patience as I got over a bit of writer's block (and writer's unmotivation lmao). This is my first time writing a member's POV, so hopefully I did it justice!

As always, I’d love feedback if you have any! Enjoy ~

mlist | ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | interlude | ch 6

Namjoon Kim doesn’t make New Year’s resolutions.

It’s a stupid concept, in his humble opinion. Not only is it an arbitrary date to make a change, most people spend the first day of the new year recovering from the night before. Can anyone really make any progress toward their goals while nursing a massive hangover?

No. If Namjoon wants to make a change, he’ll just do it. He won’t wait until Monday, or to the first of the month. He'll just do it.

Of course, if anyone asks if he’s made any resolutions, he’ll just smile and say “Oh, you know, the usual,” or some other noncommittal answer. His coworkers don’t need to know he thinks it’s a stupid concept. He hasn’t gotten to where he is today by ranting about the uselessness of New Year’s resolutions.

This year, though, this year might be different.

He arrives late to Jimin’s New Year’s Eve party. Everyone at Jimin's fancy high-rise apartment is past buzzed and barreling toward black-out drunk, and here he is, newly arrived and sober.

Before he can go in search of alcohol, Jimin finds him.

“You’re late! Why are you late? It’s New Year’s Eve!”

Some urgent thing at work kept him there. It seemed life-changing and super important in the moment, but as Namjoon opens his mouth to answer, for the life of him, he can’t remember exactly what it was.

Jimin flaps his hand as if to wave the question out of the air before Namjoon can think of anything to say.

“Whatever. The more important issue is, you’re not sparkling!”

The theme for the party is “Sparkle or Bust,” in reference to both drinks and outfits. Namjoon doesn’t make a habit of keeping spare sequined shirts in his office, so he’s in one of his work suits, sans tie and jacket.

Several hours’ worth of alcohol dulls Jimin’s outrage at Namjoon’s failure to follow the theme and he hands Namjoon a bedazzled NYE tiara and a glass of champagne without further berating.

“There. Much better.”

Jimin leaves as suddenly as he arrived.

Namjoon stays on the periphery of the party, sipping on the champagne. He recognizes people from work and some of Jimin’s friends he’s met in the past, but they’re all involved in their own conversations.

His gaze wanders from person to person, wondering if any of them made resolutions, if they’ve ever kept them. If anything has ever changed—actually changed—by making a resolution for the new year.

If it’s even worth it to hope for a change.

He keeps looking and his eyes catch on a familiar figure across the room. Jungkook, wearing a ridiculous, shiny blazer that he has no business looking so good in. Namjoon’s stomach does a little flip as he notices, not for the first time, how Jungkook’s shoulders fill out the blazer, broad and strong. He’s talking with Taehyung, Jimin’s roommate, a tall eccentric whose family owns half the city.

The crowd shifts, and Namjoon’s stomach flips again when he catches sight of you, looking increasingly irritated at the conversation between the two men. Now you’re rolling your eyes, annoyed at something they’ve said.

Namjoon’s eyes follow you as you yank the sliding glass doors to the balcony open. Before he knows it, he’s making his way to the door, murmuring his apologies as he tries not to bulldoze his coworkers out of the way.

Before Namjoon can reach the door, Jungkook is already there, round eyes apologetic and pleading as he slips out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. Namjoon stops in the middle of the crowd.

He’s too late.

Again.

He tips the contents of his champagne glass down his throat. It’s not enough to quiet the self-loathing, but enough to carry him to the glass door and peer out onto the balcony.

You’re looking up at Jungkook, something like disappointment on your face. He has his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the bare skin to warm you up in the cold. Your expression softens. You’re forgiving him for whatever transgression he has committed.

An ugly roil of feelings churns in Namjoon’s gut, a mix of jealousy, envy, and longing he doesn’t want to untangle.

Regret, though, is what he feels the most. There were so many moments when he could have done something, anything, when he could have made his feelings clear to either, both of you.

Yoongi pushed him to do something, to say something. Of course he did, what else are best friends for? But even though Namjoon saw want clearly written in Jungkook’s eyes, time and time again, he hesitated. Every time they touched, whether in passing in the office, or when they were working out together, Namjoon was so careful, so careful to not let his hands linger, even though all he wanted to do was feel the planes of Jungkook’s body against his, strong and muscular. Because it was inappropriate, because of Namjoon’s position, because he was Jungkook’s mentor.

And then you showed up, beautiful, confident. Every time you won a case, you lit up the room, radiant, victorious. And all Namjoon wanted to do was crowd you against the elevator walls as you headed back to the office together. He wanted to know if you were as soft and pliable out of your clothes as you were hard and unyielding in the courtroom. Yoongi had more to say every time you and Namjoon were in his restaurant. But again Namjoon hesitated.

And he was too late. All he has left is regret and unrelenting visions of both of you, soft and hard, next to him, on top and below him, wanting nothing more than the all-encompassing press of warm skin against skin.

A loud bang pulls him back to the party. One of the ladies from IT tripped into the glass door beside Namjoon. He reaches out to steady her, his hand on her elbow. She blushes when Namjoon smiles at her, and she laughs it off, embarrassed.

By the time he turns back to glance out to the balcony, Jungkook has you wrapped up in his blazer and you’re both facing out to the city.

Someone claps him on the shoulder, and he looks back to see Taehyung. “You look like you need something stronger than champagne.”

A karaoke machine appears sometime before midnight.

Namjoon has officially joined the ranks of the well and truly sloshed. Taehyung took him to the large pantry behind the kitchen, where Jimin had stashed the good bottles of whisky behind boxes of cereal, and he has gone back several times for a refill.

He doesn’t let himself get this drunk, not usually. He’s so careful, always so fucking careful, about how he’s perceived, about what he’s expected to do, how he’s supposed to act, as an adult, as a manager, as the hotshot lawyer people think he is. But the whisky warms his stomach tonight and blurs the edges of the sharp feelings deep in the pit of his stomach.

Whoever is screeching at the karaoke machine needs to stop. He feels it in the base of his skull and it’s making the night all the more unpleasant than it already is. He can tell them off, of course he can. He’s the head of Litigation.

He stumbles his way into the living room to make the horrible noise stop, but the song ends before he can get across the room. Thank god. He’s about to turn back to the kitchen to top up his glass when an angelic voice comes through the speakers.

It takes a few blinks to focus his eyes. He eventually sees across the room that Jungkook has taken the mic, with Taehyung’s arms slung around his shoulders.

They’re swaying as Jungkook sings “Leave The Door Open” by Silk Sonic. The rumble of the party quiets down. Someone whoops when he nails a high note.

Namjoon leans back against the wall for support. It’s not the first time he’s heard Jungkook singing. He hums constantly in the office, but it’s only when he’s several drinks in and past the point of self-consciousness that he lets loose and really sings. His eyes are closed, not needing the lyrics, as he belts the song.

A little sigh sounds next to him and he turns to see you, also leaning against the wall. Your eyes are soft for the man across the room, and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Namjoon looks back at Jungkook, and those feelings he was trying to dam with alcohol come rushing back.

“You’re lucky, you know?”

He doesn’t even realize he’s spoken out loud until he hears your voice beside him.

“Lucky?”

Fuck. He has to say something. Clarify? Does he owe that to you?

“Look at him,” he says, gesturing across the room with his glass. “He’s hot and talented and good at his job. Competent people are hard to come by.” Shut up shut up shut up Namjoon, you’re rambling. “You’re competent too.”

“Thanks?”

The song ends and the room cheers for one more. Namjoon keeps his eyes trained across the room as Jungkook queues up another song. He can’t look at you right now. You’re too close.

"Don't be a manager. It's overrated," he says quietly. "Careers don’t fucking matter. You have that freedom still, to do whatever.”

The next song starts, “Falling” by Harry Styles. A shiver runs down Namjoon’s spine as Jungkook starts singing.

“Jesus, just listen to his voice.”

“Boss, are you okay?” you ask, putting your hand on Namjoon’s arm.

He closes his eyes at the touch, and at that fucking nickname. He hates it. Hates his role at work, his chronic overthinking. He fucking despises himself for the person he’s crafted himself to be, hiding behind a job title, too focused on what society tells him is success to chase what he wants now.

He looks at you, finally, to see confusion and concern written all over your face.

“I’m happy for you two.” He can hear the sadness in his own voice and it’s fucking pathetic. He goes to take a sip of his drink, but it’s empty. Again. “I really am. Truly.”

You just look at him like you’re about to say something nice and sweet and heartbreaking. Fuck. He’s gotta get out of here.

In his drunk haze, he doesn’t realize that you don’t follow him to the kitchen.

Karaoke ends with everyone scream-singing some pop-punk song that Namjoon vaguely recognizes.

It’s getting close to midnight anyway, so the party roars back into swing, bass thumping, people dancing in the living room in a crush of bodies.

Namjoon stands against the wall, the empty drink glass in his hand, watching everyone else lose their inhibitions. Even drunk as he is, the vice grip of anxiety keeps him from joining the crowd, from letting loose, and letting his body move to the music.

He spots you and Jungkook in the crowd, your back against his, eyes closed as you dance to the beat, both faces flushed with alcohol. Namjoon waits, anticipating… something. What exactly, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that this picture is incomplete. He sits on the outside, watching the two of you from afar.

Then it hits him. He’s used to it now, like breathing, like the sun rising and setting, your faces turning towards Namjoon like sunflowers face the sun. Always finding him in a room. How many times has he locked eyes from across the room with Jungkook, with you?

And now, you’re not looking at Namjoon. Neither of you are.

As the countdown to midnight starts, Jungkook spins you around to face him. You laugh and join in counting with the crowd.

3…

Namjoon holds his own countdown, waiting for either or both sets of eyes to find him on the edge of the crowd.

2…

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you.

1…

Your fingers tangle in his hair.

Happy New Year!

You’re kissing and laughing, rejoicing in the new year. When Jungkook’s eyes open, they’re trained on your face, and you look back, eyes only for Jungkook.

Something breaks inside Namjoon. He doesn’t even know who his envy is aimed towards. Does he want to be Jungkook, kissing you, or does he want to be in your place, cupping the back of Jungkook’s head?

Things never change on New Year’s Eve, except this year, something has.

He slips out of the party without anyone noticing. The sharp cold brings him back to his senses. Without the party in his head, he can breathe. He can think.

His breath fogs up in the early morning air. Every inhale brings a cold clarity back to him.

He knows what he has to do.

A/N II: This scene was originally meant to take place in the middle of Chapter 5 from reader's POV. The more I worked on it, the more I struggled with it. The whole chapter was dragging and nothing I wrote was working, so I took it out. I think it improved the flow of Ch 5 and helped me finish Ch 5 a bit faster. It's still an important part of the story, and I think it worked better from Namjoon's POV. So before we head to the final couple chapters (!!!!) I really wanted to show how Namjoon's been feeling. (And my brain wouldn't let me work on Ch 6 until I finished this.)

I'm not gonna put a date on the next installment. It's still largely unwritten, but hopefully the momentum from finishing this helps with the draft for Ch 6. Thanks for your patience! Lots of forehead kisses for y'all 💕

#jungkook x you #namjoon x you #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #bts fic #junkook fanfic #namjoon fanfic #fic: love lust & litigation

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ut-museum-guide · 2 months

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⚔️Cross Sans⚔️

_no particular order

I got bored and decided to collect any comics, fanfiction, and animation that Cross had a significant role in.

. . . . . . . . .

Creator

Underverse Animation

Jael Peñaloza

@/jakei95 tumblr

@/JakeiArtwork deviantart

Main Character

1. Fallen Guardian

@/zu-is-here

Sans x Sans, shattered!dream, dark themes

2. Post Dark Cream

@/zu-is-here

Gallery/Comic, Sans x Sans, recovered Dream, slice of life

3. Rock Band AU

@/zu-is-here

Angst, slice of Life

4. Blue Story

@/aoi-kanna

Mermaids, Killer, Dream

Supporting Character

5. The Forgotten Ones

I’m_Sorry_Buddy

Part of Nightmare’s gang, character arc, dark themes

6. Studio

@/zu-is-here

Roommates, actors for Underverse movie

One shots

7. Cross Bitty by @/boe-someone

8. Exorcist Cross, Possessed Dream by collaborators, @/zu-is-here

9. Dream Meets Lust Sans by @/jokublog

Video

10. Who is this?

@/dreemurr-skelememer

11. Feral Twitter Sanses

Idiot of the Century 404

12. Ink x Cross Animation Loop

@/yo-honne

[Last updated 13March24, 12 exhibits]

From @undertale-museum

#undertale museum #undertale comic #undertale #cross sans #dream sans #killer sans #xtale cross #xtale #underverse

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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Peña’s Anatomy — One

pairing: doctor au!javier peña x resident!reader

chapter rating: M (talk of tumors, surgery, minor allusions to sexual tension)

word count: 3.8k

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On the plane ride from your small midwestern town to Texas, you found yourself fantasizing about the new life you’d have in San Antonio. You dreamed of new romances, an exciting social life, your blossoming career in surgery…everything that you’d been lacking back home. But, as it always seems to turn out for romantics like you, fantasies are rarely made a reality.

The entire month since moving to San Antonio had been a living nightmare—between the head of neuro-surgery at your new hospital making it his personal mission to take you down a notch, the near constant downpour of rain mixed with the sweltering summer heat, and most recently, your apartment’s washer and dryer breaking.

“No,” you groaned as you searched through your undergarment drawer for a clean pair of underwear. “No, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

It seemed as nothing was going to plan for you—though, you reminded yourself that you did come in expecting your entire life to become some exciting adventure once you moved to a big city. Perhaps your expectations were simply far too high, and this was just a normal month in the life of every resident at your new hospital. But somehow, that thought still didn’t seem to help with your frustration.

Closing your dresser drawer, your eyes travelled to the pile up of dirty laundry in your en-suite, longing to be able to take care of it, but with what time? Being a surgical resident meant you worked 36-hour shifts at the hospital 4 times a week, and the one day a week that you weren’t working was reserved for sleep—something that was all too hard to come by at this stage of your career.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to wallow in your self-pity—eyes closing shut and a slow exhale through your nose to calm yourself down.

“It’s fine. No underwear today. It’s fine. I’ll buy a new pack on the way home. Everything is fine.” You practiced mindful breathing as you slid on your jeans without any underwear on, trying your best to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of going commando to work.

When you arrived at the hospital, Dr. Peña was where he always was in the early mornings—the nurse’s station. Today he was wearing a baby blue dress shirt underneath his white coat, his black slacks practically painted onto his fit form. Your eyes always seemed to travel to the curve of his behind as he leaned onto the counter to flirt with whoever was behind it, the already tight fabric of his pants now straining even more.

Each morning began this way, your eyes locking on his form, unwillingly admiring him, and then quickly turning away as you realized yourself. You were not going to lust after him like that—not when he was so undeserving of it on the inside.

You’d already seen him come onto every single nurse that sat down behind that very counter he was leaning on now, and worst of all, they all seemed to know and accept it.

You weren’t blind. You could easily see the appeal—he was a good looking man with a lot of charm and success—but you found it hard to believe that any man was good enough to share with fifteen or so other women, and that was only counting the one station.

“Oh, look who it is. Dr. Lucky.” Dr. Peña teased you as you walked past the nurse’s station, using the nickname he coined after your very first interaction a month prior. “Always so sour. Would it hurt to smile at people every now and again?”

You breathed in another mindful breath and continued walking towards the locker room. The less attention you paid to your superior’s childish tactics, the less interest he’d have in continuing them. Or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“God, if you’re listening, please strike me down. I know we haven’t talked in a while—I usually talk a lot a shit about you, actually. But still—” You walked into the locker room to find your new best friend and fellow third year resident, Mickey, looking up at the ceiling tiles.

“It’s only 6 a.m., Mick. Is it that bad already?” You chuckled and opened your locker, stuffing your bags inside before walking over to the scrubs shelf. When you turned around and walked back to her with your scrubs in hand, you watched as she gave you a winced look.

“I…slept with Michael last night.” She confessed through a groan, your jaw dropping in response. She nodded at your reaction, covering her face with her hands. “And the worst part is…I liked it.”

“No! Mick,” you shook your head in disapproval and walked to her with a frown.

Dr. Michael Russel was the epitome of an arrogant and self absorbed douchebag. He was a sixth year resident, a self proclaimed ladies man, and the bane of yours and Mickey’s existence. And yet…

“It was good. Like…really good.” She winced and watched as you tugged off your henley to pull on your scrub top. When you took your jeans off, she forgot about her predicament for a moment to gasp at your bare ass turned to her. “I never pegged you for a freeballer.”

“My washer and dryer broke and my landlord isn’t fixing it until the end of the week.” You tugged on your scrubs and sighed at the thin cotton barrier between you and the world. “Anyways, back to you fucking Satan. How?”

“Alcohol and desperation.”

“That’ll do it.” You weighed your head to the side in understanding, earning a chuckle from the brunette.

“Did you guys see the new roster? They’re keeping us on our services for a month at a time now.” One of the Mickey-approved residents, Henry, approached the two of you with a copy of the roster. You groaned at the thought of being kept on OB with the very ancient and boring Dr. Neil for an entire month.

“Let me see that,” Mickey grabbed the paper and scanned the list for her name, gasping when she saw that she was going to be on Dr. Peña’s service all month.

“Sucks to be you!” You began to taunt her until she gave you an amused look, handing the paper over. Your eyes scanned the list only to see…

“You’re on Peña’s service too! Ha-ha!” She pointed her finger in your face and you swatted it away like a fly, fighting the urge to crumble the paper up in your hand. You handed it back to Henry and sat down on the bench, laying your back flat against it as you contemplated your choice in career. “C’mon. You’re a Neuro girl, aren’t you? Gonna have to work with the guy at some point.”

“I was hoping he’d die of syphilis before then.” You grumbled with your hands covering your face. Mickey tapped your thigh and held her hand out for you to take.

“C’mon, kid. We can do this together.” You groaned again as you took her hand, allowing her to pull you up off the bench and onto your feet. “Use that no underwear power.”

“That what?”

“You know…your pheromones. Now that you don’t have any barrier between your pussy—“

“Ladies.” Dr. Peña approached the two of you in the hallway at the worst possible time, your hand reaching to cover Mickey’s mouth as she rambled on about your lack of underwear. He smirked at the action, eyes narrowing on you in curiosity as you pulled your hand away from her face awkwardly. “Having a nice conversation, I see.”

“We were just doing some…improv.” You found yourself making up a bad lie out of sheer panic, Dr. Peña’s head tilting to question the excuse. “We do, um, improv in our spare time.”

“You get like, what, six hours of spare time a week and you use it to do…improv?” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave you an amused smirk, your lips flattening into a tight smile as you nodded.

“Yep, we’re women of both science and the arts.” Mickey spoke up, but Peña’s eyes never left yours.

“Uh-huh.” He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “Well, let’s keep the improv away from my service, okay? You’ll find that patients with terminal brain cancer don’t really want to hear about your—excuse my change in term—vaginas.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded at him before dropping your eyes to the tile floor, another chuckle leaving his lips as he began walking off down the hall.

“C’mon, Lucky. We’ve got lives to save.” You gave Mickey a pained look as the doctor called for you to follow him, your friend urging you forward. “And you too, Dr. Pheromone.”

•••

“Alright, sweetheart. Can you follow my finger for me?” You stood in the doorway of the eight-year old patient’s room, Mickey having being sent away to fetch labs for a previous patient during this mornings rounds.

Dr. Peña was sat on the edge of the young girl’s bed, his tiny flashlight in one hand while his finger moved in the air from one side of the little girl’s face to the other. He clicked the flashlight off once he’d gotten a good enough look, standing up off the bed and patting the girls head before walking over to you and whispering. “Can you find her parents?”

“It’s just her mom, I think. She just went down to the cafeteria.” You studied the tension in his shoulders, the sad look on his face as he guided you out of the room with one hand on your shoulder. If it hadn’t been for the seriousness of the situation, you may have found yourself reeling over the warmth of his touch after so many days of only childish bullying.

“Listen, I need you to go find her mother and get her to agree to a CT. That little girl’s probably got a tumor the size of a lemon. Poor thing.” He clenched his jaw as he scribbled on the girl’s chart, your eyes soft with sadness as you studied his profile. He looked up after a few moments of you not doing what he asked, sighing and softening his stern look as he took in your worry. He hesitated as he reached to touch your shoulder, both of your eyes flickering down to study the touch before he withdrew his hand. “This…is a part of the job, Lucky. It’s not always gonna be ground-breaking surgeries and glory. Sometimes it means us running test after test only to have to tell a single mother that her eight year old baby girl will die in a couple months. You just…gotta learn to live with it.”

“H-how? How do you learn to live with that?” You whispered to him, voice weak with pure sadness, and for a moment—just one split second—you almost thought you saw him caring about you.

“We all have our coping mechanisms.” He tilted his head, eyes flickering to your lips. You sucked in harshly at the sweltering heat of his stare, stepping back in hopes of it giving you some reprieve. Dr. Peña cleared his throat and turned back to the chart in his hands, clenching his jaw. “Go find her mom, Lucky.”

“Yes…sir.”

•••

Javier’s eyes were glued to you as you walked away from him, your body stiff with the seriousness of the conversation. He sighed as his eyes wandered to your hips, his brown orbs lingering much longer than he would’ve liked. With all the strength he possessed, he turned them away and back down to the chart in front of him.

We all have our coping mechanisms.

The words replayed in his head as he closed the binder and tucked it behind the counter at the ICU’s nurses station. Javier surely had his coping mechanisms: a few whiskey neats, fast cars, and his absolute favorite—meaningless and passionate sex.

Usually, he found his partners at the nurses station. They seemed like an easier group to manage than his fellow doctors. The nurses around the hospital were all rather superficial, aside from a couple particularly wise ones who knew too much to even think about falling for his charm. There was no fear in developing feelings for them because they simply didn’t peak his interest—they just got him hard.

The doctors, however, were an entirely different ballgame. Either they were not his type at all—rigid and boring—or they were cutthroats simply hoping to use him to get ahead. Whichever it was, it always turned him off.

But then…there was you. An anomaly to every preconceived notion he had about the workplace dating scene.

He could tell you weren’t rigid or boring, the conversations he constantly overheard between you and your fellow residents being as far from stiff as it got, i.e. the “pussy” incident from earlier. You also didn’t seem egotistical enough to be a cutthroat, consistently being the program’s most generous teammate since you’d arrived.

It almost pissed him off the way you lived outside the boxes he created, and perhaps that was the reason he felt it necessary to constantly make your work life a living hell.

While he normally enjoyed making his residents work for his respect, he never took it quite as far—or as childish—as he did with you. It was as though he was a little boy on the playground tugging on the pretty girl’s ponytail. It was elementary, and it seemed pathetic even to him.

“Hey, doc,” Jessica, the night shift nurse Javier had been sleeping with for a couple months now approached him in the middle of his introspection. He sighed and forced a smile onto his face as he turned to her, eyes tired from all his thinking.

“Hi, Jessica. Thought you were working nights?” He started walking down the hall towards the elevator knowing that she would follow him.

“Picked up a double.” He nodded through his disinterest, keeping his eyes forward. “I was, uh, wondering if you were working tomorrow night. I’m off and, you know, it’s been a while.”

“Uh,” he scratched his neck as he stood in front of the elevator, eyes squinting as he turned to her. Ever since meeting “Dr. Lucky”, his previous exploits didn’t seem to interest him as much as they did before. “I’ll, uh, I’ll call you and let you know.”

The elevator dinged and slid open as she parted her lips to speak. Javier stepped in and pressed the button to the OR floor, giving her another half-hearted smile before the door closed. He sighed and doubled over with his hands on his knees, eyes resting for a moment as he thought about the decisions he’d made that got him here.

The sound of the elevator stopping for a passenger snapped him out of his rest, his body straightening. When the door slid open, you were stood on the other side, all the breath in his lungs being knocked out of him with one look at your pretty face.

•••

You gulped as you stepped into the elevator, feeling the tension that lingered from your earlier conversation.

“Did you, uh, did you get the consent form?” He asked as you stood beside him, your head nodding as you remembered what brought you onto the elevator in the first place. Tugging out the signed form from your pile of folders, you handed it over to the doctor. “What did you tell her?”

“That my attending felt it was best for us to cover all our bases.” You looked at your black leather work shoes rather than at the doctor who made your life ten times more stressful than it already was. Dr. Peña smiled a bit to himself, his eyes glancing over at you before turning back to the metal door of the elevator.

“Good job, Lucky.” Your eyes lifted at the sound of sincerity in his voice, expecting a sarcastic remark instead. He chuckled and turned his eyes to yours, once again allowing them to fall to your lips. “How would you feel about scrubbing in on the craniotomy I have in 20 minutes?”

“How would I feel?” You chuckled in disbelief and nodded excitedly. “That would be amazing, Dr. Peña.”

“Alright, then. I’ll see you in OR-4 in 20.” He gave you another knee-weakening smile as he stepped out of the elevator, looking over his shoulder at you one last time. “Don’t make me regret it, Lucky.”

•••

“Looks like we’re all in for some good news. Dr. Lucky herself is in the OR today.” Dr. Peña spoke through his surgical mask as you stepped into the operating room with freshly scrubbed hands, the OR nurses coming to glove you.

“Thank you for the opportunity, Dr. Peña.” You weren’t going to bite onto whatever it was that he was trying to give you. You watched as he chuckled and sighed, nodding before clapping his hands together.

“Alright, let’s begin.”

Your task wasn’t very complex—you were only there to hand Peña forceps and scalpels when he asked for them. Not exactly titillating work. But this meant that your entire job was to pay attention to him, to even his quietest of mumbled and slightest of gestures in case he was in need of a new tool. Though you initially focused on him in effort to do your job, you quickly found that your eyes were glued to him for much more superficial reasons.

You’d known since you were in elementary school that you had a thing for competent men, though back then it stirred much more innocent feelings inside of you than it did now. Dr. Javier Peña may have been a womanizing asshole, but damn it if the man wasn’t the most competent and skilled surgeon you had the pleasure of assisting in the OR. His eyes were laser focused on the patients brain, his hands steady as a rock as they carefully poked and prodded around. Even through his thick gloves you could see the masculine beauty his hands possessed—another strange turn on of yours.

As if you needed any more reason to pull your hair out from stress, now you had to fight the undeniable attraction to your boss’s boss. The man was truly insufferable, but now it was for an entirely new reason. A reason that filled you with a fire you’d long forgotten. A reason that left you feeling lightheaded and ditzy in his presence.

“Alright, Lucky. All done.” He turned to you with bloodied gloves and what you assumed to be that famous cocky smirk of his underneath his mask. “You ready to close?”

“Wait—really?”

“I did ask you to assist. That usually means you’ll be assisting.” He stepped back from the patient and tore off his surgical gown and gloves, the OR nurse bunching it all up and placing it in the trash can. You sucked in a sharp breath at the sound of his sarcastic tone returning, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at your superior. “I trust that your luck will continue after I leave the OR.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll try not to ruin my streak.” All he had to do was chuckle at your joke to make the irritation go away and drive you all ditzy again.

“Take a break once you’re out, Lucky. You did good today.” And just like that, Dr. Peña left the OR and placed his patient’s life in your hands. You smiled beneath your mask and turned to the nurse beside you.

“Forceps, please.”

•••

“So how was it?” Mickey found you in the locker room scarfing down a granola bar during your “break” that Dr. Peña had so kindly given you permission to take.

“How was what?” You mumbled through your chewing, flipping the page of some brainless tabloid.

“Your surgery with Dr. Daddy.” She sat down on the bench and grinned at you as you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“Dr. Daddy? More like Dr. Douchebag.” You set down the magazine and sighed, tipping your head back and scrunching your face. “He keeps doing this thing. I don’t know how to describe it but—“

“It’s the eyes.”

“It’s the fucking eyes!” You nodded enthusiastically and gestured to her. “And the stupid little smirk. It’s irritating.”

“It’s hot.” She corrected with a smug look.

“You say that now! Now that you’ve got Michael turning you to the dark side.” She gasped at your harsh read before laughing. “It’s not hot. It’s infuriating. Like he really has the biggest fucking ego to think he can spend the entire month giving me intern level work and teasing me like a little fucking boy—“

“Doctor,” the sound of Peña’s voice made the two of you jump, your eyes going wide as you took in his irritated scowl. “I need you to get our eight year old patient up to CT. Now.”

“Y-yes, Dr. Peña.” You quickly stood up and wiped your hands on your thighs before rushing past him, his head turning to follow you as you left the room.

“Dr. Brown, I need you to go check on room 216. Make sure their vitals are holding steady and that their temperature has gone down.” He remained still as Mickey stood up and started to rush out, his voice stopping her as she reached for the door. “One more thing,”

“Yes, Dr. Peña?”

“Is Lucky seeing anybody?” She wanted to chuckle at the doctor’s question, but when he turned around, he couldn’t have looked more serious. She struggled to find her words, eyes shifting to the lockers on the other side of the room.

“I, uh, don’t know…sir.” He nodded and gestured to the door, watching as Mickey quickly excused herself, leaving him all alone.

•••

Javier sighed and looked around at the locker room he used to hang his things in ten years ago, astounded that after all this time and all his success, nothing had really changed for him on the inside. He was still stuck in this hospital, chasing after pretty girls that were far too good for him, running away from the gnawing voice in the back of his head that told him that it was fine because he wasn’t good enough for anybody.

Though he desperately wanted to stop himself from making you his next exploit, he couldn’t convince his second brain to stop craving more and more of your presence. You fascinated him and ignited a fire of curiosity that he hadn’t felt for anyone since…well, probably ever.

Javier knew that you were off limits, and that it was probably a smart thing to remain that asshole that you made him out to be in your head. But he also knew himself too well to ever think that logic would win out on this one.

“Dr. Lucky, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

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Summary: San thought he would have the upper hand here; you prove him otherwise. Pairing: switch!San x switch fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: dom-sub undertones, choking, edging, begging Word Count: 1,229

Chapter 2: Bikinis & Bathhouses ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 4: A little pain never killed anyone.

Originally, San was going to stay back at the local beach with Mingyu and Youngkyun today. Jaehyun managed to convince him to come to the nearby city instead. He didn’t know what there was to do around here. He just let Mingyu choose the location and everything; he was getting a nice vacation at less than a full trip would cost on his own. Even when he and Jaehyun got to the club, he knew he had no intent on getting any alcohol in his system. People-watching could be just as fun as being in the moment and not remembering it the next day.

That’s when he saw you sitting in the corner of the room doing the same exact thing that he was planning on doing. After weighing the options, he abandoned his friend and sat with you.

“Can I help you?” you scoff.

“If you really want to, sure.” he teases back, “What has you people-watching instead of enjoying yourself?”

You shrug, “Sometimes being drunk isn’t as fun as you think. You?”

“Same reason, I guess. You live here, on the island?”

“Yeah, I moved here a few years ago. Island life is a lot simpler than the busy city. I’m a bartender here. It makes things a lot easier, especially with my apartment upstairs.”

San nods and starts looking out at the crowd. Most people are severely drunk already despite it barely being mid-afternoon. He can see your eyes on him out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t say anything; instead, he observes the small club. He manages to find his older friend in the crowd. It’s amusing just how social Jaehyun can be while also being one of the least social people in their friend group. After a few moments, he finally caves and lets his impulsive thoughts win.

“Wanna ditch this place and give me an apartment tour?”

“Big talk for someone who doesn’t even know my name.” you tease.

“You don’t mine either, but here we are.” he chuckles, placing a hand on your thigh, “I’m San.”

You tell him your name and take his hand off your thigh. You hold his hand and stand to guide him towards the stairway beside the bar toward your apartment. The moment you punch in the code to your home, San has you pressed up against a bookshelf in your entryway. You look at him with lusty eyes. You lean in, ready to kiss him, but he pulls just far enough away that he’s out of reach and smirks at you.

“You want something, pretty?” he asks, voice laced with lust.

“Kiss me.” you breathe out.

San leans in and kisses you with as much passion as he can muster up, “Care to show me your bedroom first?”

You nod against his lips and push forward to guide him. All while you’re still in the wraps of a heady kiss. You’re surprised you don’t walk into something on your way down the short hallway. Your back ends up against your bedroom door, San’s kisses now trailing down your neck. He reaches next to your hip and opens the door. His hands then find purchase on your waist to guide you to your bed.

You find yourself lying on your back with San on top of you. His hips are flush against yours. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans. You’re so ready for him to fuck you. He seems to want to take his time, though. You know he thinks he’s in charge here, but that’s simply not the case. You move your hands up his torso in the guise of wrapping them around his shoulders. Instead, you grab a handful of his hair, pull him back from your throat, and close your legs around him, flipping him over, so you’re seated in his lap.

“Did you think I was gonna go down that easy, pretty boy?” you giggle with a slightly sadistic tone.

He just whimpers in response and bucks his hips up into you. You let your hand fall down around his throat. It just rests there for a moment while you gauge how comfortable he is right now.

“Are you okay if I choke you a bit? Maybe edge you too?” he nods, “Use your words.” you clarify, rolling your hips slightly.

“I’d like that.” he practically whimpers.

“Good boy,” you smirk, “undress for me, then we can have some proper fun.”

You’ve never seen someone strip so quickly and get back to their spot on your bed. You take your time getting your clothes off. You can hear San trying to swallow whines, hoping you move faster, even slightly. When you do get back to your bed, you sit between his legs and gently run your nails along his thigh. You eventually bring your hand to his painfully hard member. The moan he lets out is beyond pornographic. It sends a rush through your body. Your hand strokes him slowly, almost too slow if you ask him. San throws a hand over his eyes, and that’s when you finally move.

“Don’t you dare cover your eyes. Look at me.” you demand.

Your free hand moves his arm away from his face. He looks absolutely debauched despite having only jerked him off a little bit. He furrows his eyebrows slightly and whimpers again when you pay extra attention to his tip. The hand that had been occupied by his arm now shifts down to his throat and gently squeezes around it.

He tries to thrust up into your hand again, and you just chuckle at him. His breaths grow shallow and labored. You hardly have to do any work. He’s thrusting up into your hand, chasing any pleasure you allow him.

“I- I’m gonna cum,” he moans. You take your hand away from his cock completely, “no, no, no, wanna cum.” he whines, “Please let me cum.”

“I told you that I’d edge you, pretty boy. Be patient for me.” you remind him. You tighten your grip around his throat, and his eyes roll back slightly at the pressure, “Now, are you ready for me to touch you again?”

He nods vigorously and lets out different pleading statements. You wrap your hand around his shaft again and move at a fast pace. He moans loud enough that you worry that people downstairs may hear you. It doesn’t take long for him to get close again and when he warns you about his impending high you give him the permission he so desperately wants. He jerks under you as he cums. You keep your same fast pace that he claims is too much but also wants more of.

When he slowly comes back to you, he’s panting. He smiles a goofy kind of sideways smile that makes your heart flutter slightly. He seems completely unbothered by the cum across his torso. Just as you assume he’s going to ask your permission to fuck you, he throws a curve ball at you. He lunges forward, making you fall back onto the bed again. He presses his torso against yours and kisses along your neck. The feeling of his cum now on your skin feels odd but not unwelcomed in this situation.

“Time for me to return the favor, pretty.” he nearly growls in your ear, “Hope you can handle it.”

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discussion #4 (only friends): only friends cast as the seven deadly sins [part 1]

the wait is over. the official trailer of the most awaited series of 2023 was out a few hours ago, causing mayhem everywhere and anywhere (as it should).

the trailer started off strong with mew narrating the story and is covered in blue (i'm speculating this will be his and namchueam's colour judging from this post. and do notice that ray and boston are also in the same colour: white. but my theory is ray's colour will be green and boston will be red (we can see it in the official trailer. green wallpaper in ray's room. boston in the red room. i might extend this observation once the drama airs). but in this post, i won't go into details about the colour theory.

in this discussion, i'll highlight the possibility of the only friends characters as the seven deadly sins: pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. the first part will cover mew, top, ray and san.

side note: this is just from my close observation of the official and mock trailers. also, since we don't get much of namchueam's story, there's bound to be an error in my judgement.

as always, please take this discussion with a grain of salt. :)

mew | sloth

sloth, in the context of the seven deadly sins, is commonly defined as laziness. however, the legitimacy of this being a sin isn't clarified and credited to an extreme extent. yet, it's still considered a sin. but in the hierarchy of deadly sins, sloth is ranked seven; the last. this somehow indicates sloth or laziness isn't as blasphemous as the other six.

in my perspective, mew is a sloth because:

exhibit #1: his solitude

in the mock trailer, mew is introduced as a studious student who has no time to date. he doesn't think it's necessary to get laid or be in a relationship while studying.

he's comfortable being single. mew isn't ready to commit because it isn't in his goals. he wants to study and earn that degree. craft a successful future afterwards. that's it. the fun in his dictionary is different from ray and boston.

i view this as laziness because mew is hesitant to change. he doesn't like/want to entertain the idea of meeting new people or hooking up with anyone (he's against one-night stands) probably because it challenges his morality. therefore, mew's reluctance in changing is a form of laziness— or reticence to differences.

exhibit #2: his (innocent) virtues

i like the parallel between mew in the mock trailer and the official trailer. he's still nerdy. he still takes his degree seriously (i hope?). and because of his meticulous/introverted personality, he has many visions.

it has to do with him being a top student in class for him to set goals and have a list of things he likes/wants in life/lover.

interestingly, in the official trailer, mew lays down three characteristics of a lover that he wants:

respectful

friendly/easy-going/adaptive

honest

as i've mentioned, mew sticks to his probity like glue. he's the kind of person who isn't fond of rule-breaking. and i've included in my previous discussion that mew (initially) isn't open to change.

why is this lazy? in persistence, there's also adamance. i believe mew's stubbornness to stick to his beliefs/virtues makes him 'lazy' to open up to new horizons. he sees only the four walls surrounding him but not the bigger picture, what's outside of this box.

he will after he discovers top's dishonesty, though.

exhibit #3: getting help from others

it's known by everyone that boston introduces top to mew. it's out of pity and disbelief because boston really can't accept that mew has never slept with anyone in four years? to boston, that's the craziest thing he has ever heard (well, boston, not everyone is like you so—)

receiving help from others can be seen as lazy because as someone who's at the receiving end, no effort is required. it's already served to them on a plate. and what should they do when someone gives? they take. and that's what mew did. he took top from boston without much thought.

side note: honestly, for a smart guy like mew, i can't believe he just let this happen to him. (are you ok, sweetie? did you think it was a good idea? coming from boston of all people?)

i see mew fitting 'sloth' the best because of his obliviousness, reluctance, kindness and innocence. his laziness in making a better judgement of his friends, his relationship with top and their hidden agenda is his deadliest sin. he perceives everything with rose-tinted glasses and innocence that aren't meant for this cruel world.

but contrary to the other six, mew's sin will change him for the better.

top | pride

when i look at top, i can't think of anything else but pride.

he's prideful. he knows he has control over boston. he thinks he has mew wrapped around his fingers (i'm sorry to break it to you, top, it's the opposite).

but why? what makes top so arrogant?

exhibit #1: boston's unwavering desire

boston: a sense of ownership

boston feeds most of top's pride. in my topmew colour theory, i've dived into top's personality (top being on the dark spectrum) and concluded he's a multi-layered persona that's only filled with insecurities and sadness. but he hides them well because he has a mask he can wear; it's boston.

top and boston share this parasitic relationship where they steal/render nutrients from each other (in this case, their perception of true love, healthy relationships, honesty and trust). it's not love per se�� it's just them knowing they can always turn to each other to get what they think they can't get from their respective love interest/friend with benefit (mew and nick). their relationship is based on toxicity and ownership. and this ownership drives top to believe he'll always win. nothing can faze him. he won't crumble because of love (little did he know... poor top).

exhibit #2: the presence of mew

mew: a sense of true love

mew feeds top's pride differently. mew provides top with love, happiness and fear.

love: mew teaches top how to properly fall in love. not only for the sex. not only for the kisses and hugs. mew teaches top that love isn't who belongs to who— love is two people that belong to each other. no rankings whatsoever. mew teaches top that love is equal and one plus one makes two— two different people can come together and fall in love. as simple as that. despite the differences, they can work it out.

happiness: mew makes top happy by asking him out on dates, and doing the most boring, casual and mundane stuff together, like other couples do. something normal. something simple. nothing scandalous. just those dates from the cheesiest lakorns. but the simplest things always provide the most happiness. mew helps top appreciate the simplicity in life.

side note: do notice that most of topmew dates are mostly in the daylight while topboston's sex escapades are at night. it shows that mew brings light (happiness/positivity) into top's life. so when top discovers this light, he becomes obsessed. he genuinely falls for mew. it'll be difficult for top to let mew go.

fear: losing mew is top's biggest fear. he doesn't want mew to extract himself from his world. because he's so used to having mew by his side, that bright and sunny mew, top can't sink into the darkness again (his relationship with boston). he can't bring himself to accept the fact one day mew will know of his shenanigans and mew can't handle that because who will? who can ever be okay with your lover fucking your best friend behind your back?

boston enhances top's pride as he feels valid and needed. but mew diminishes top's pride as he loses self-control and independence.

so, who hurts top's pride the most? it's definitely mew.

ray | gluttony

in my opinion, ray and san are similar. i see ray as 'gluttony' and san as 'greed'. the connotation of these two sins is somewhat identical, but ray is gluttonous because of his indecisiveness. why?

exhibit #1: his one-sided love for mew

in both trailers, there are still hints of ray harbouring romantic feelings for mew. it's more apparent in the mock trailer. however, the raw jealousy and dissatisfaction are more evident in the official trailer (which affirms my assumption of ray as 'gluttony').

ray knows mew doesn't love him romantically. ray knows he can't be mew's special someone. and that hurts him really badly. it's the notion of knowing he doesn't stand a chance but there's always a slither of hope— ray is somewhat gullible in a sense. mew thinks of him as a good friend and nothing more. and ray can't accept that.

however, the problem ray faces is he can't quite forget about mew. perhaps it's the curiosity that irks him still, why can't mew love me? what does top have that i don't?

so he makes himself available for mew—

supports mew by confronting boston (in the mock trailer) and top (in the bts picture)—

—thinking he has a chance. but he doesn't.

he still wants to be someone important in mew's life. he still wants to be in mew's life. if he can't have mew as his lover, then he'll just be a friend to mew. that's enough to feed his 'hunger' to be valid in mew's world, to exist in mew's universe.

exhibit #2: confuses himself in wanting san for lust or stability

when mew can't love and satisfy ray's hunger for a stable relationship, he seeks companionship in san.

the mind-boggling thing about ray and san's dynamic is both of them know they want each other from the get-go. the spark is there and it's waiting to blaze. but ray doesn't know if he ever wants to let mew go. he thinks he can't. he's so used to wanting mew more than anything. the concept of getting something aside from mew messes his brain.

yet, the moment san came into his life, ready to fill the holes in ray's heart and love him with all his soul, ray is overwhelmed. he's afraid.

why? i believe gluttony has a close relationship with fear and pride. when we're hungry, we think you can eat more than we can chew. so we don't stop taking— because we believe we can finish them all. but when we're full and there are still so many on our plate, it's either we throw them away or leave them aside (i'm sorry if this metaphor doesn't make sense...)

he takes so much from san because he doesn't get anything from mew. but when san gives a portion of himself and takes a fragment of ray, it confuses him— it scares him.

san makes him full, but ray doesn't know if he can ever be satisfied without mew— like having an incomplete meal. veggies— yes. protein— check. rice— empty.

san | greed

as i've discussed, san is ray's reflection. they mirror each other's positives and negatives.

san portrays greed by wanting something stable— something certain— a label— with ray. i have an inkling that ray has set things straight the first time they met— he only wants company. this isn't something romantic or forever. this is just a one-night thing. no hard feelings, yes?

and san honestly has no right to be angry if ray can't give him that because san said himself—

so, why is he so worked up with ray? why is he so upset when he realises ray is using him for many purposes— the main reason being to feed his loneliness?

exhibit #1: friends should stay friends (san's insecurity)

i don't know if san deludes himself that ray is only his friend to avoid being heartbroken, but it's just puzzling to me at this point.

this speculation arises when top says this to san—

i wonder if top and san shared a history together. it might be them dating the same person (for example: san's past boyfriend broke up with him. and then top dated san's ex). or top and san were boyfriends in the past but things didn't work out (probably due to san's insecurity and top's dishonesty). [thanks to this user for pointing this out. i just added my own input in their discourse hehe.]

insecurity. i think this word speaks so much of san's personality. that's why he built those walls. he doesn't want to be at the broken end again. his greed, however, leads to temptation, and ray is one hell of an attractive guy, so san can't say no. he can't really ignore ray because of that— ray is just so tempting. he thinks ray can give him everything he wants— aren't they the same?

exhibit #2: san's dire need for stability and certainty

san resonates with ray. he might see the old him in ray. therefore, he wants to help ray out of that loophole. he doesn't want ray to self-destruct just because of a one-sided love when san knows ray deserves better— he deserves someone like san in his life.

as their relationship progresses, san notices the potential to shift this casual companionship into something sturdier. but sadly, ray doesn't think the same. and this hurts san the most because he believes ray feels it too— the kisses they shared, the time they spent together, the sex and everything— how can ray not feel it?

ray keeps pushing san away and it tears san into pieces. why can't ray succumb to temptation the way san falls for ray? why can't ray accept san for who he is and stop chasing after someone else? aren't both of them hungry for something similar— love?

next part: boston as envy, nick as lust and namchueam as wrath (?)

in the next part, i'll talk about boston, nick and a little bit of namchueam. i'll also conclude this discussion by rounding all seven characters as the seven deadly sins in the next post.

[side note: i just realised i can only put 30 photos per post. that's why I have to split this into two. hehe]

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underrrtaleee-freakk · 1 month

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!!INTRODUCING RADIANT SANS!!!

Trigger warnings: Lots of bright highlighted text, Mentions of illegal experimentations, mentions of killing, mentions of spores, mentions of kidnapping, implied and mentioned torture, mentions of mental break downs and mental health issues, lightly implied alcoholism, mentions of self harm. Mentions of explosions.

Other mentions, links to youtube videos, long post, spelling mistakes errors or run of sentences are probably sprinkled in sorry.

Au By @thelunarsystemwrites For those sanses, any sanses i forgot to @ and more information about the au look here https://www.tumblr.com/thelunarsystemwrites/745893271201579008/inviting-other-artists

Radiant (A Underfell Villain au sans) by me. Original Underfell sans by @underfell Nightmare by @analexthatexists

Blue by @createbellatheartist

Sorry not sorry for 4 different images.

Anyways lore times:

Radiant was a Normal Underfell sans aged somewhere between 21-24 living his normal life before one day a group of scientists kidnapped him and experimented on him.

While they tried to take reds fancy rings chains and clothes red always managed to escape and find where they were hidden, till the scientists gave up on taking them away.

During the experiments red developed fire powers. The scientists realising this powerful potential decided to try and make him be a weapon to take down those pesky heros and their rival villains one of these Villains being The Supervillain Nightmare. So they could continue doing inhumane experiments and have goverment levels of control.

Red Didn’t listen to any of this however. As he couldn’t care less. He hated these scientists and one day those pesky scientists made a mistake. They left him unsupervised for 2 minutes. In a room with a flammable object.

Screams can be heard as the building explodes.

Red makes his escape destroying the place to the ground. Unannounced to him during the moment, this action would have unforeseen consequences. After escaping red realized he had no where to go, this wasn’t his home and some of the scientists managed to escaped. And so he returned to the sene of the crime looking for anything that could be useful to him. He found the remains of the documents the scientists had on him.

Using his knowledge from his time working with the now deceased royal scientist W.D Gaster, and these documents Red is able to forge a fake copy of the documents he then uses to create a fake Civilian identity “Red San” (red sans) and convinces them he was a refugee fleeing from there home who then got kidnapped and just escaped there tormentors.

The government somehow fell for this.

Red was given a citizenship, some clothes red thought were uglier then a dead rat, a new phone (his old one blew up with the laboratory) and an apartment. (He’s renting out someone’s basement) however like most refugees red wasn’t given all this for free!! He had to get a job and pay for his new “apartment” which wasn’t. Very easy. Safe to say he got fired from many establishments only after working there for a day or 2. Some of it being his fault due to him picking fights, and some of it being the owners just simply not liking him and kicking him out. Not only that but they were all for minimum wage.

Eventually he got so desperate for money that he broke into a random dudes house to steal clothes. Where he met Blue in his Civilian form, who decided to befriend the burglar instead of pressing charges! They exchanged phone numbers and blue let red keep the clothes he had grabbed.

However even after meeting a kind stranger, red felt frustrated. He was getting nowhere with these jobs and if he wanted to get revenge on those scientists that managed to survive the explosions he’d have to try a different approach.

He became. RADIANT. a Fire powered Villain.

Upon his debut as a new villain in the city he found himself making a lot of new enemies. But he didn’t care he had a goal in mind. He was gonna get what he wanted no matter what.

Radiants Powers and weaknesses

Super powers

Fire manipulation; This involves

* Creating fire.

* Manipulating pre existing fire.

* Fire based flight.

* Dissipating fire.

* Semi Fire immunity. (Can survive in fire longer then the average skeleton/monster/human)

* Fire Blasters, His blasters are very rarely used, since the accident his fire powers have combine with them to make a fire blaster. These blasters shoot out fire beams and are far stronger then regular blasters and are inherently unstable. (See fire blasters in weaknesses for more info.)

* He still has all the other powers of a normal sans since hes still technically a sans. But his fire abilities are his most noteable and destructive part of his powers. And he doesn’t use his regular non affected powers often.

*Due to his fire abilities he is the only sans canonically confirmed to be amune to nightmares spores. As he can heat up his body enough to kill of the infection before it gets serious.

strengths unrelated to powers

*Red used to work for doctor Gaster as a scientist meaning he has a strong sense of intelligence and can create and manipulate complex machinery, potions and other sciencey things, However a lack of funding or access to these materials makes it so he can’t abuse this power.

Power Weaknesses.

Water; This involves

* water can put out his flames

* if blasted with a large amount of water while flying he will temporarily be unable to continue flying and will fall out of the sky. Also works to prevent him from taking of into the sky. However its not permanent

*his own Fire blasters, These fire blasters are very unstable. And can be dangerous to himself as well as others so he tries not to use them unless absolutely nessisary. As there is a chance he can severely harm himself with them.

Non power weaknesses;

* he also never learned how to swim… so throwing him into a large body of water could take him out of commission temporarily. Untill he either a. gets his barrings and teleports out…or b. is knocked uncontious and gets saved by someone.

However if he learns how to swim your doomed. ;)

* he is very family oriented, if you attack or kidnap his brother or extremely close friends he will go appeshit crazy. However if you told him you’d let his brother go free unharmed if he went with you willing he’d sacrifice himself in a heartbeat he has that “id die for you” mentality. He would spend years locked up in a cell being torchured for the few people he still has left in his life if it ment they could be safe and free.

* abandonment issues/ fear of being alone. This causes red to have attachment issues, pushing others away in fear he will get attached then abandoned by them, but also heavy longing if away from people he does care about for long periods of time. Red can have mental break downs if he believes he’s completely alone. With no one wanting him.

* he is an insomniac so he doesn’t get enough sleep and can sometimes pass out at inconvenient times.

* Red has ptsd and trust issues from becoming an orphan and raising his bro on the streets by himself in a dangerous world at a young age, gasters death, the asgore incident, his sudden break up with Alphys imedently following the Asgore incident, and the kidnapping with the evil scientists.

Radiant will have a redemption arc but since i have no current plans on turning this into a fic or a comic Ive sectioned up the main parts of his arc so you can get the feel of it.

Arc 1

Summary:

Red gets kidnapped by scientists and experimented on, however he escapes and finds himself in a strange new surface world and attempts to fit in. However after realizing his goals cannot be met this way he takes to a life of crime. But keeps up the civilian identity he made so the police don’t search for him as a “missing persons case”. He meets a guy named Blue, and starts hanging out with him, they become friends, however unknown to him, he fights him when their in their hero/villain forms, neither knowing its there civilian friend. He also starts writing letters to an unknown person. However none of these letters are ever sent as that persons whereabouts aren’t currently known to Red. Reds shown to miss this person and some other people. He fights with hero’s and villains and steals from buildings. Usually tech. He doesn’t tell anyone what his true goals are. This lasts about a year.

Relationships:

Family: Brother Edge

Friends: Fell Toriel, Fell Alphys, Mettafell, Chillby, Civilian Blue

Allies:

Enemies: Hero vr of Blue, Nightmare and his gang. Other hero’s. Evil scientists.

Arc 2

Summary:

if this was a fic or comic this is where the audience would find out about Reds traumatic backstory and his true goals and motivations. Its reviled Reds been making a portal. So that he can return to Underfell. As it turns out when he destroyed the laboratory that experimented on him, he destroyed the portal machine that brought him to this world, permanently trapping him here. His main goal this whole time has been to find a way home. Its also reviled to the audience these letters were addressed to Edge. Reds younger brother who he’s been missing dearly. Reds so close to finally finishing the portal machine. He’s so close to finally going home after months? Days? Years? He’s not sure how long Hes been trapped here. Red manages to get the portal open, however before he steps threw he double checks the statistics, he has to be sure he wont be stepping into some other unknown crazy au that isn’t his home first….however the portal isn’t stable, it blows up the machine before he can finish checking……all his hard work. Gone. But theres still hope, the statistics are still intact, any info on there he can still use to help him in rebuilding the portal even better then before!!- The camrea turns to show the statistics. It says “Underfell timeline 1121. Day 24 Month June, Year 210X”

……what? Red starts going into a frenzy as he reveals to the audience the day he was kidnapped was the 23rd of June 210X…..it had only been a single day for the people of his world since he was kidnapped. But Red had spent months no Over a YEAR in this place and yet. It had only been a day there? A single 24 hours!? NOBODY WAS EVEN MISSING HIM!?! THEY DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HE WAS GONE!?! Red couldn’t handle this realization and started breaking down. Laughing manically. He started questioning if anything was even worth it, if anyone loved him. Until his despair became something worse. Desperation. He was now DESPERATE to get home. Other then asking for help. He would do ANYTHING to get home. This arc is when Reds most likely to team up with villains, is more violent and inconsistent with his attacks on the city, Before Red ends up going on a FULL RAMPAGE of the city attacking anyone on sight. Until during that rampage he admits to the hero’s of the city he’s stuck here. That he didn’t choose to be here and that he’s mentally in so much pain. (However he doesn’t revile his true identity in this arc.) Before he breaks down sobbing and collapses on the ground. The arc ends with Red on the ground sobbing. this arc only lasts a couple of months to half a year.

Relationships:

Family: Brother Edge

Friends: Fell Toriel, Fell Alphys, Mettafell, Chillby, Civilian Blue

Allies:

Enemies: Hero vr of Blue, Nightmare and his gang. Other hero’s. Evil scientists.

Arc 3

Summary:

Arc 3 picks up right where arc 2 left off with Red sobbing on the ground. Until Blue lifts out their hand to Red offering a second chance. Red’s hesitant but with nothing left to lose he takes it, Red then has a slow redemption arc where he switches back n forth between doing villainous acts and distrusting the hero’s, to helping people and becoming close to the hero’s, its basically one big long zuko hurt/comfort like redemption arc. With moments of him betraying them, only to come back apologies and make it up to the hero’s and his civilian friends. Red slowly becomes friends with the hero’s slowly building trust, he does community service, forfeits all his stolen tech for his portal. And eventually reviles his true identity to the hero’s and the others, admits to the forged documents, he tells Blue, not yet knowing he’s the hero who offered him redemption, and his other Civilian friends that he wasn’t a good person and was lying to them, opens up about his traumas and ptsd, Until he fully quits being a villain and decides to become a hero. And completely gives up on ever going home or seeing his family and friends again. Seeing the hero’s as his new found family. Tho he still deeply misses his old one.

this arch is also about a year long.

Relationships:

Family: Brother Edge

Friends: Fell Toriel, Fell Alphys, Mettafell, Chillby, Blue

Allies: Blue

Enemies: Nightmare and his gang. Other hero’s. Evil scientists.

Arc 4

Summary:

After Reds fully redeemed himself the hero’s decide he’s earned the right to go home. And they work tirelessly to make him a functioning portal home. And when it works they surprise him with it. By this point it’s been almost 4 years since Reds been in Underfell. Since Reds seen his brother or his friends. And he can finally get to go home!! But- if he went home it would mean he has to leave behind his new friends and found family right? He surely couldn’t keep them in his life he couldn’t possibly have both he’d have to choose. But… He’s grown so attached….how could he possibly choose between this world and his home world? Red doesn’t immediately take the portal home saying he needs time to think, the hero’s accept this and give him time, despite how much they’ve grown to love Red and would miss him dearly, they also know its best for him to go home if thats what they he wants. Eventually Red laments how he cant choose. He cant leave them all behind. But he wants to go home so badly. The hero’s laugh asking him what took him so long to admit that. Saying he could go back n forth if he wants to. They have the funding they could make it so the portal can opened or closed whenever, Red doesn’t have to chose!!, thanking his friends, Red steps through the portal. Meeting face to face with a very visibly shocked and worried Edge. As it turns out people DID notice Red was missing and DID deeply miss him!! And for the first time in almost 4 years Red hugs his little brother. Red then procceeds to have Underfell and hero au sinanigans with slowly intrudicing his old friends to his new friends and working as a hero while trying to rehabilitate his world and the criminals in the new world. However he does understand some people cannot be redeemed. And will kill if it’s for self defense. He’s like Teetering the line between an antihero and a regular hero but hes still accepted by the hero’s cause they know he wont do anything mega violent unless absolutely desperate. Red lives out the rest of his life going back and forth. With hiccups here and there. But they always work it out in the end eventually. Or to the best of their abilities.

Relationships:

Family: Brother Edge

Friends: Fell Toriel, Fell Alphys, Mettafell, Chillby, Blue

Allies: Blue

Enemies: Nightmare and his gang. Evil scientists.

OTHER STUFF!!

Fell Papyrus name is Edge

Fell sans name is Red san/sans and his villain name is Radiant

Fell grilbies name is Chillby

Fell mettaton’s name is Mettafell

Stuff thats mostly the same as canon underfell:

Reds jacket was given to him by chillby.

Reds backstory with asgore almost killing him and edge getting his scar to save him is the same.

Reds backstory of working with gaster before gaster lost hope and died is the same.

Edge still defeated undyne in a brawl and became second in command

Reds fav foods are still burgers, hot dogs, mustard, relish, and still likes martinis and drinks alot, he likes puns and jokes, and despite no longer being one he still likes science

Red and edge are close, but red hides a lot of things from his brother. And feels immense guilt for not being able to protect himself or edge from Asgore. (Which has caused him to stubbornly try to “make up for it”. By over working himself to pay there entire houses rent so edge doesn’t have to waste a gold coin. At least before he got kidnapped)

Stuff thats different:

Red and edge were orphans taken in by gaster till he died.

Red and alphys used to date but they broke up after asgore tried to kill red.

Red spent alot of time isolated in his life and when he did have people he lost them which is why he has abandonment issues.

Red is bisexual, demisexual and was nonbinary/intersex (can skeletons be intersex?) who then came out as trans masc and his prounouns are He/Him/They/Them and for those kinda people wondering hes also a switch.

Reds insomnia is due to nightterrors.

Red self harms..

Red stole that white shirt from blue, but he cut out the stains and sewed white fabric in its place, its not the best but it isn’t noticeable from far away, he also steals blues tacos sometimes, blue lets him, which confuses red.

Songs i feel like relate to Radiant/Red:

Again remix by Kira on youtube, https://youtu.be/sePdMu5fqNQ?si=zEoEKeT3LTt3AM1G

youtube

Ghost rule english cover by Lollia on youtube, https://youtu.be/iroTL9Kw6fU?si=LnApj0U4TM7P5WIE

youtube

Spare me! https://youtu.be/I2J2N1i8I2k?si=VKxGGREqblG_Fxeq

youtube

Ans Fan the Flame by PrinceWhatever on youtube

youtube

Canon Ships: fell Undyne x Alphys, Fell Papyton, Fell Toriel x Asgore, they Broke up but past red x alphys

Now for the non canon stuff!!

Not cannon but could change? ships: Fellby, Cherryberry?? Maybe?? Don’t count on it.

Not cannon at all but i still like these ships: Dustard, Horrorfell, Scifell

Potential friends or enemies but not cannon as i haven’t asked: sci, dream, core, lust, outer, ink, ccino, alter, dance, cross, swan and potentially others.

Wow thanks for reading all the way to the end did you enjoy it?

Let me know if you want your blog @‘d for your sans being mentioned. I only @‘d the ones with the most relevance to reds story so far, but i can @ you if you want.

#undertale #sans #undertale au #utmv #undertale fandom #utmv superhero au #superhero au #Supervillain #Villain #Hero #Radiant (Red) Sans #someone elses post said there friends told them to keep it simple. hahahahah #well dont worry MINES NOT SIMPLE EITHER.#spent so many nights #on this #Youtube

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thesafecafe · 1 year

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Good Girl: Feb Filth Fest Day 4

CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, pwp, fem! reader, sub! San, dom! reader, feminization, (baby girl, pretty girl, pillow princess), husband! San, CEO! reader, non idol au, San in a skirt, hand-job, edging, riding, begging, light degradation, (bitch, slut), public/semi public sex, unprotected sex, (wrap it up in these streets now y’all!), cum play (?). smut under the cut, enjoy! (yeah ik it’s late, shh). Disclaimer: I do not believe the members of Ateez would act like this in real life, nor is this meant to be a reflection/guide to their personalities. It is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes,

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“Shh, there, there, pretty girl. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us right?” San whimpered, struggling to stay quiet as your hand worked under his skirt. He had dressed to get your attention today, and he did, but not in the way he expected. He’d dressed in his favorite pink and white striped skirt, a black crop top with a mesh shirt, and black platforms. Your husband surely knew how to rile you up, which is how he ended up in a hall closet in the building you worked in.

You had edged him a good three times now, and he was more sensitive than he’d like to be, especially since it was cold. He hadn’t bothered to tell you he was coming, so he would have to wait to be in your warm, comfortable office. It would serve him right too. Showing up to your job looking like an absolute whore. “You’re so lucky, y’know? You’re lucky it was only Mindy in the office today, and you got off easy because she was sleeping. But just how many people saw you in this outfit before you got here, huh? I’ll bet all the security guards saw you prancing around like a slut when you came in.”

You sped up, bringing San close once more, only to deny him a fourth time. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, as he practically sobbed from being edged for so long. “Aww, what’s the matter baby girl?” You teased, resuming your agonizing pace on his shaft, your hand moving slowly up and down. “Please, mistress, please, ’m sorry. I’ll be good for you, I promise. I just wanted your attention. No one else’s. I promise.” San pleaded desperately. He looked at you, his eyes full of tears, lust, and sincerity. And how could you deny him when he begged you so sweetly? Speeding up your hand once more, you placed your other hand on the curve of his ass, squeezing it. “You wanna cum so bad huh? Then cum for me, pretty girl, show me how good I make you feel.” He cried out, his orgasm hitting him almost instantly. San swore he could see stars before he began to come down from his high.

When he finally calmed down, he realized what a mess he made. He’d gotten his mess all over your hand and wrist, and some of it was dripping down his thighs. He realized that you were spreading the milky white substance back onto his thighs, smearing it further down than his skirt could hide. When you were done, you straightened up, smiling at San’s confused face, your hand sliding back under his skirt. San hissed when you gripped him again, pulling him closer to you. “Let’s go sweetie. I can’t walk out with my hand showing, so it’ll have to stay where it is for now. Oh and keep your hands to yourself on the way.” San was still mildly confused, before realizing you were pulling him to the door. His cheeks turned red, and he almost moved your hand off of him before remembering your orders.

He watched as you peeked your head out, quickly surveying the hall, before pushing the door open, and gently pulling him behind you. San felt exposed in a way that was new to him, and he wasn’t shy by any means, but this was a new level of vulnerability. The angle you held him at was sure to get him hard again before you got to your office, and then he’d truly be exposed, as he didn’t bring underwear either. The thought made him blush more, and he almost stumbled before noticing that you weren’t in the quiet, dark hallway anymore. You had reached the main work floor, and had stopped to check where your intern was. The both of you sighed in relief when you spotted her asleep in her cubicle.

Seeing that the coast was clear, you jerked San quickly behind you once more. He scrambled to keep up with you, trying not to make any noise at the sudden movement. You finally reached your office, escorting San inside, and locking the door. You finally let go of him to close your curtains. When you turned back to your husband, still standing where you left him, you pushed him back onto your couch. “Hmm, what should I do with you first?” San watched with bated breath as you stepped out of your bottoms, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening folds. He wanted to taste you, it was clear. “Aww baby, you wanna eat me?” San nodded eagerly, tongue already out when you walked to him. You pushed his head down, allowing him to lick at your slit a few times before pulling him back up by his hair. “I think that can be arranged later.”

You pushed him down further onto the couch, until he laid down. Spreading his legs and flipping up his skirt, you sank yourself down onto his length, moaning at the stretch. Adjusting so you were fully on top of him, you began bouncing your hips on him, causing him to groan. “I’m going to fuck you until I feel like it, and you’re going to take it like the good little bitch you are, aren’t you? Take all of it, little pillow princess.” San threw his head back, your words almost enough to have him lose himself once again. He didn’t have any problem with your plans. He was your good girl after all.

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Tags: @minhyuuk, @hwalysm, @atinyszn, @hijeongguk, @mintmoose64, @k-drizzle, @treasure-hwa

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monstaxdirtywonk · 1 year

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Heaven is a place in hell with you pt.4

Member: San as Hades X Reader Persephone

Plot: it's inspired but the myth but with some changes too

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (only some slight suggestive content in this chapter but we will get there)

His lips traveled on your neck, and his arm had a tight grip around your waist as he kept you still on his lap.

"How inappropriate is this? You sitting on my lap like this...you are ready to be completely ruined by me anytime I think it's fitting." You moaned by his words because he was absolutely right. You couldn't find an ounce of dignity left when it came to him.

"Please touch me a bit." Hades chuckled and his other hand traveled lower and lower where you needed him the most.

"Persephone" a voice woke you up and your breathing was irregular and heavy.

"Did you have a nightmare? You were whimpering and moving around in your sleep".

You touched your sweaty forehead and couldn't believe you had your first wet dream. Turns out love and lust were way closer than you thought they'd be.

"Yes I did. I've been stressed the last few days for no particular reason and this reflects to my sleep quality".

Artemis came closer and she held your hand in hers. She wasn't known for being particularly physically affectionate but because you had been clingy ever since you were a child, he made an exception for you, which made you feel even more guilty than before.

"My sweetheart. I got so worried last week when you were gone. Did something happen back then and you didn't tell me about it? Is this why you've been so jumpy lately?"

"No. No. Nothing happened that day. I just lost track of time, that's all. I don't want you to worry about me, I'll be fine mistress."

She took out her handkerchief and wiped your sweaty face. She was humming a melody simultaneously which made you feel relaxed.

"Thank you" you smiled at her and she returned a bright smile back at you.

"I'm going to hunt now. Tomorrow I'll leave again for many hours to join Hippolytus and his men. Do you want me to not go?"

You shook your head and smiled once again.

"I'm well really. You don't have to worry. I'll find something to keep myself occupied."

Artemis checked you from head to toe once again and when she saw no injury or anything that might make her grow worried again, she left.

When she closed the door behind her, you were left with your guilty thoughts. When you stood up from the bed you felt a bit uncomfortable to say the least, sticky down there and a numbing feeling that was a constant reminder of your sinful thoughts. You had to take a bath as soon as possible.

2 days later

"I'm going now. If you want anything tell Nefeli about it and she'll come to your aid."

You hugged her and she left.

After around 20 minutes of her departure, you went to Nefeli to tell her that you're gonna leave to take a walk in the forest.

"Are you sure you want to go on your own?" Nefeli asked.

"Yes. I'll be fine don't worry. I'm a whole woman after all". You laughed and she looked you dead in the eye.

"For me, you'll always be my baby. But I guess I should let you take your own steps too".

"Thank you for that. I'll come back in an hour, I swear".

"Be careful!" Nefeli said and hugged you.

Among the nymphs she was the one you felt closest to. She had a gentle nature but combined it with a fierce protective side that made you feel safe and loved. You hated how she didn't know why you left but you couldn't reveal to her that you're going to meet...someone. if you'll meet him to begin with because there's no wolf threatening you this time.

You started walking towards the lake, feeling a bit nervous. Best case scenario he won't open the portal never again and you're gonna keep living the life that you've grown to love. Worst case scenario, he does and you become a nervous wreck unable to look him in the eyes because you feel so guilty you've been thinking of him in a sexual way. You were horrible, you thought.

On one hand you wanted to run and have more time with him if he opens the portal but you also felt like this was gonna be a huge disappointment if he doesn't. If he doesn't, what are you gonna do? You said Nefeli you'd be home after an hour, you'd have to wander around to waste some time.

You could finally see the lake after walking for 25 minutes. I guess subconsciously you were walking faster than average because it took you longer to arrive last time.

"Here comes my disappointment". You said to yourself and sat on your knees next to the lake's edge.

Maybe if you put your hands inside, that'd help. You don't even know how this portal works. Even if you saw you, maybe he doesn't want you to come again. But he did say he can be your guidance, didn't he? You shouldn't think of yourself as a burden. You wanted to talk to him again, it wasn't just your romantic side that craved that. He seemed so knowledgeable about the world, you wanted to learn from him and eventually form wisdom of your own. Although the path to wisdom would take years, you thought.

After 10 minutes of alarmingly increasing heartbeat, there was no sign of Hades anywhere. You felt your eyes about to tear up and a grip like feeling around your throat. Pathetic. You felt like crying for someone you only talked to for a bit and you had no concrete evidence he felt anything for you other than fascination of your naive side.

"That's what you did to yourself with your stupid wishful thinking" you cried again, wiping your eyes with your dress. You even wore a white dress, your most flattering color.

Suddenly you heard the same earth shuttering sound and moved back in a hurry. Your beloved stairs appeared and without a second thought you went down.

Hades was waiting for you and you smiled so brightly when you saw him, it was so obvious to him you liked him, you thought. But when he took a closer look and saw your red eyes, his expression dropped.

"What happened, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart. You were willing to cry every day for the rest of your life if Hades was to call you such.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." You said and wiped the remaining tears.

"You thought I wouldn't let you in?" You really couldn't fool this man and it scared you. The power imbalance and difference in experiences was evident.

You nodded without saying anything because it'd make your voice break without a doubt.

"But i told you that you can use me for guidance. When I give my word, I am doing what I said always."

You smiled up at him, trying to keep your tears again. This time they were guilty ones, because he was so sweet to you and yet you had this hunting dream. How can you be so unhinged?

"How much time do we have? Because I'm certain you didn't tell Artemis you are coming here." You laughed and answered him.

"You're only coming early here because I don't want you to wander around the forest during the night on your own. Is that understood?"

"Yes. I'll come here during the day."

Hades smiled at your obedient nature. He didn't want to admit it but his sexual urges have been out of control since last week and he knows a very good reason as to why that is. But unlike you, he didn't think of himself as an awful man of carnal desires. He knew that he felt for much more than lust. He wanted to protect you from the world but who is gonna protect you from him? He had no idea about that. If it was up to him, he'd ruin you without a second thought. You falling apart under him and then him putting you together again. The power to control your pleasure and the ease he'd feel to know that he was responsible for you and nothing could ever harm you when he was in control.

"I wanted to ask more about you, if that's okay of course. Your origins and the sides of yourself you are willing to reveal for now".

When he heard the last part, he smirked. You were very observant he thought, and you knew others better than you thought you did. He caught up to you thinking of yourself as less than you were but he didn't agree with that.

"As I've said before I feel comfortable with you so I'm gonna reveal all my sides...eventually. Getting to know others in depth takes time after all. But I will tell you as much as I can for now".

His answer made sense logically but you still pouted at that. You craved to know him better, you didn't want to waste any time to get there. You've never been this impatient before.

"Let's go and sit on that couch, shall we?"

You agreed and you went there before him because you were so excited to learn more and be in his presence. Hades' dimples showed up again, how can someone be this adorable and enchanting at the same time.

He took a closer look to what you were wearing, a white dress that was loose around your body but beautiful drapes enhanced your shapely figure. He had to stop his mind from wondering what was underneath that dress. A rounded neckline complimented your soft cheeks and your long hair, still loose, suggested you were still a young unmarried woman. He could even smell how you sprayed some perfume behind your ears, mixing with your natural scent to attack his senses. He was certain by now that you shared his feelings.

"It all started with my parents, Chronos and Rea. I am the middle child, three daughters before me and two sons after. My parents had great power over the whole world, all the realms belonged to Chronos, which can be great responsibility. It is also a blessing in disguise. Few have the ability to remain noble with great power. My dad wasn't among them and he wasn't willing to share even with his own kids. That's why, when an oracle told him that one of his sons was gonna threaten his authority, he tried to get rid of us. He was able to do so for me and Poseidon, but Zeus escaped him. He was raised in Crete by a cow and some forest nymphs and when he became an old he came for our father's throat, just like the oracle had predicted. We divided the world to three realms and by luck each one got their own, I got the underworld and here I am in all my glory". You laughed at that.

"It is scary to think that even your own parent would act that way against you. But it seems like no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to overcome your destiny".

His destiny. Hades really hoped his destiny included you too.

"Yes. It seems like Moires control our lives. Maybe they are more powerful than us after all. Although I think they aren't the most feared among us."

"Which one do you think is the most fearful?"

"Eros."

You felt very confused by his answer. Eros is Aphrodite's son as far as you know, he makes people and God's fall in love. Shouldn't he be the most well liked?

"He is a beautiful young man, non threatening he seems at first. But just like the Trojan horse, it comes with great danger. I've seen mortals and God's alike do crazy things for him. No logic is left in their minds. It causes great pain too when it's not returned. You can't escape him. I guess we are similar in that way with Eros. He's gonna find you, even if you are in the depths of hell".

He found him, after all. Even here, he found him.

"Even he couldn't escape his power. If you know about Psyche".

You did. You've always thought of their story as the most inspiring and admirable you've heard.

"It turns out you aren't the most fearsome around after all. Don't you feel misunderstood at times?"

"Yes. But others rarely see the person behind the throne. I was assigned to this and I'm just doing my duty."

"You do very well and I'm proud of you".

Proud of him. He couldn't get enough of your praising. He wanted to hear you calling him all positive descriptors a language can have. He was a thirsty man and your sweet compliments were his nectar.

"What about you, love?"

Your eyes widen once again, he really had to slow down with all those pet names.

"I...I don't know who my parents were. Artemis found me when I was a baby and decided to adopt me in a sense. I'm very thankful for that and I love her, I really do. I think she is usually strict but becomes very gentle when i am around. I guess she has a soft spot when it comes to me."

Artemis wasn't the only one that had a soft spot for you, Hades thought.

"She taught me about healing and I'm very grateful for that. I am blessed to have found such a nice home in her arms".

Hades was about to cry and it's been ages since he was so annoyingly emotional. You were such a pure soul, he would fight anyone to keep you safe.

"I'm very happy you found her too. Artemis is a very respectable goddess among mortals and God's. She has a great lot of dignity and independence, very dynamic and strong but fair and balanced too".

You nodded because that's exactly how your mistress appeared in your eyes too.

"Other than that, there isn't anything special to know for me."

"Not having experiences to share doesn't make you any less special than others. You are very admirable and mature despite your young age and you show me that it's alright to wear your heart on your sleeve from time to time."

You felt so happy by his answer. It was hard to not be overly strict with yourself but you felt relieved someone thought of you in such a way.

After some time had passed and you had to leave, he spoke again.

"When are you gonna visit again?"

"Whenever you want. Just tell me and I'll come. I don't wanna interfere with your schedule."

"Maybe you can come in 3 days? Or is it soon?"

Too soon, he says. As if you wanna leave his side to begin with.

"I'll see what I can do. If I get the chance, I'm gonna come over".

"Farewell, my little flower".

"Farewell".

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