Author's Choice (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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mmmmm toughluck my otp
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Chance had always considered himself the life of every party—hanging out at casinos, talking with strangers and all that jazz. But one day he decided to take a break from the chaos and call up a tough friend of his. A change in the system for him, right?
But as they hang out throughout the day, something spirals down within both Chance and his friend at the end of the day. And it makes him wonder... are they really only friends?
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- Part 2 of diivinememoir's Forsaken Archive (HIATUS)
- Part 2 of me being a tryhard
- Part 1 of The Chance1337 Holy Grail (HIATUS)
- Part 1 of Author's Choice (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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007n7's legs start to go on display out of desire, uncrossing and going totally exposed and manspread. His head leans backwards with his torso, the burger hat wanting to fall off of his caramel brown curls. The hacker slaps a hand over his own mouth to hold back any obscene noises or series of swear words from being heard by Noli.
But holding one back is unbearable when his roommate decides to do something he's not supposed to: pull on that loose wire. "Yeesh, Sev, you've got a [loose] wire, alright." He says, immediately covered by the loud moan that escapes from the flustered and mortified 007n7. Noli scrambles back away from the opened C00lgui, knowing he did something wrong. "Whoopsies..."
Or: 007n7's essays are finally over, and a destined summer break full of hacking is just a few moments away. But his C00lgui, his prized posession and 'second body,' is malfunctioning—and it leaves him in a predicament between him and his roommate that ends in something more than just fixing some wires.
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- Part 13 of diivinememoir's Forsaken Archive (HIATUS)
- Part 2 of Author's Choice (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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The care, the tracing of fingers, the rubbing of gear against gear, it was supposed to elict arousal within the soul. It was a soft, loving action that was commonly portrayed as something sinning in Blackrock society. The faction was a world of work, battle, and science—it left no room for enamour.
B. Zuka had seen it. But never tried it. He never had the time to do something so blaphemous, especially with another demon... His eyes flickered up back at Darkheart, who tapped their chin impatiently, waiting for a response.
OR: B. Zuka doesn't know who's more impatient in general. According to his deity co-worker, Darkheart, it's him—but for the soldier, it's vice versa. When it comes down to a moment with just the two of them, and Darkheart offers to clean his gear, who's the impatient one now?
TDLR; Past ZukaHeart gearplay ;)
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- Part 2 of The ZukaHeart Diaries ⸝⸝ㅤ ♡
- Part 3 of Author's Choice (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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“And you still chose to change yourself for this occasion, by the way.” The tension was growing way too thick between their bickering back and forth. B. Zuka felt every breath Darkheart exhaled, every twitch of their thighs, and every slow movement of their hips against his crotch.
“Ah, here you go again, reading us like a book,” They pulled a hand away from B. Zuka’s waist to fan themselves in flattery. “And we can tell that you’re growing needy.”
OR; B. Zuka has been needing a break from all the war fiasco happening between Blackrock and Playground, so he heads down to a cozy looking bar buried between the frigid mountains in desire for relief. However, the bar is much more than B. Zuka had intimidated—and he discovers something about a certain someone that he doesn't know whether to be concerned or aroused by.
A certain deity gives Blackrock's ambassador a lap dance. I hate my life.
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- Part 6 of me being a tryhard
- Part 5 of The ZukaHeart Diaries ⸝⸝ㅤ ♡
- Part 4 of Author's Choice (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)