#I was NOT expecting it whatsoever either so it was like the perfect surprise!!

[cressidagrey]

Glorious Sunrise - Chapter 3

Summary:

So what happens after the mating bond snaps?

Well-meaning interfering family members, deep conversations and nights spent brooding on the roof like some kind of gargoyle…this one has it all.

Warnings:

Mention of Virginity, Mention of the Death Penalty

(thanks to @cafekitsune for the super pretty dividers!)

“Shouldn’t you be in a better mood?” Cassian asked him with a shit-eating grin over sparring the next morning. 

“What?” Azriel asked him, between clenched teeth, doing his best to fucking disembowel Cassian, because he was not going to lose again . 

His time sick had absolutely fucked with his speed and Cassian was taking every opportunity to get a hit in. 

So was Rhys. 

“You know, because you spent your last two nights with Galena,” Cassian continued and the growl that burst out of his throat surprised Azriel himself. 

Galena. 

Lovely, glorious Galena…with her soft lips and even softer hair that had kissed him good morning that day and nearly made him forget his fucking name. 

Even if the only thing she did was nothing but chaste little kisses against his lips. 

He wanted her. 

The intensity of it startled him, this want to take, to claim…to love. 

And after her admission the evening before…well. He wasn’t going to terrify her…which he knew he would if he came to her and just did everything to her that he wanted to do to her…the list was long. 

Growing longer with every fucking second he allowed himself to think about her…and how she would look if he pleasured her…how she would taste…he had gotten a tiny taste of it when he had kissed…heard these little breathless gasps that had escaped her and lit a pleasurable fire underneath his skin…Cauldron, what would he give to hear more from her…

“Simmer down, Az,” Cassian said with a snort.  “I don’t want anything from her.”

He knew that. At least he should know that. But it definitely wasn’t helping him when the fucking mating bond was fucking with him and was seeing every fucking male as some kind of competition. 

“How’s she?” Rhys asked him as Cassian held up a hand and called an end to their current bout…probably a good idea so Azriel didn’t actually kill him because he said something he didn’t like… and for just a moment Azriel allowed himself to think about Galena and let the thoughts of her soothe him. 

“She’s…She’s perfect,” he easily admitted. She was. She seemed happy too…content at the moment…there were no obvious problems in either of their lives. Well besides the mating bond that was wrapping him around a bend with pure need. 

And the little tidbit of information that she had shared the evening before. “But…”

the word escaped him before he could think twice about it. 

“Trouble in Paradise?” Cassian quipped and Azriel growled once more, his brother holding up his hands with a grin. 

“I am going to kill you both if you breathe a single word of this to anybody,” he warned them darkly. “I mean this.”

He was dead serious. 

“We won’t,” Rhys promised. “Not a word. To anybody.” 

Good enough. He trusted both of them to keep their mouth shut. And he could really use somebody to tell him that he wasn’t an idiot. Though maybe that was a tall order to fulfil. 

“Galena…she’s a virgin,” he finally said quietly. “And I…”

Cassian stared at him like he had grown a second head. 

“Cauldron, Az, she never leaves the house because people are horrible to her. Where do you think she could meet a myriad of lovers?” Cassian asked him unbelieving. “Do you think she cooked them up in her stillroom or something?”

Yeah, if Cassian said it like that it became painfully clear that maybe he should have expected that. 

“Is that a problem for you?” Rhys asked, his voice carefully even, showing no judgment whatsoever. 

Not a problem, but…

“I…I don’t know what to do with her,” he blurted out. “I don’t care about it. It doesn’t bother me, but it’s…I…”

He wasn’t quite sure if he trusted himself with being…her first. With being the one that she gave that too, because that seemed to be… too important to waste on somebody like him. “I feel like an asshole,” he finally admitted weakly. 

“Because you are corrupting your sweet innocent little healer?” Cassian asked him, his voice incredulously. “She may be…inexperience, but she’s…She’s a healer. She probably has a better grasp of anatomy than most. I imagine she knows exactly how sex works, so I highly doubt you would be corrupting her in any way.” 

“She deserves better than me,” Azriel said quietly, self-loathing bleeding into his voice. 

“That’s ridiculous,” Rhys said lightly. “Did you tell her that?

“She told me that she can very much make her own decisions,” he recounted with a weak grin. 

“There you have,” Cassian said with a snort. “She takes none of your self-sacrificing bullshit. I knew I liked her for a reason. Maybe you should just take her at her word,” Cassian advised him sagely. 

Maybe he should. 

“Any other pearls of wisdom she decided to impart to you?” Cassian wondered. 

“She told me how she got her scars,” Azriel admitted lowly.  “Her monster of a stepfather did this to her, because she accidentally broke a dish while washing it. I want to hang him by his fucking intestines.” 

Or used Truthteller to carve him into…something. 

He wasn’t yet sure enough what kind of pain he could inflict that would give Galena justice. Seemingly nothing he could do would be enough for what he had done to her. Nothing. 

And still, he wanted to avenge her. Still, he wanted to hurt all the people who had hurt her, made them walk even just a day in her shoes, with that kind of always present, always constant pain these kinds of scars brought with them. 

“I killed him,” Rhys told him, his voice quiet. “Madja came to me…told me that story…I got the rest out of him. He screamed like a child when I squashed his mind like a bug.”

He had seen Rhys do that before, use his Daemati powers like that…he knew that Rhys could make it painful…could snugg out the life of somebody with just a thought, like a candle blowing out in the wind. Nothing left…between one breath and the next…He could make it tortuously painful too. And as Azriel met his violet eyes…Rhys send him that memory…

He had screamed like a child. 

And it still wasn’t enough. Wasn’t even near enough for what that male…that utter piece of scum had done to his mate. 

“That was merciful,” Cassian said quietly. “He deserves worse.” 

He did.  

“What about his wife?” Azriel asked Rhys. 

“His wife?” Cassian wondered. 

“I am not calling her Galena’s mother,” Azriel hissed. “She may be the woman who gave birth to her, but she was also the one, who gave her the fault for ruining her marriage…because her husband chose to…torture her daughter.”

“Living somewhere in the mountains. I was not keeping her in Velaris,” Rhys answered honestly. “There was nothing she could be prosecuted for at any rate…that was the best I could do.”

She deserved worse to…but he believed Rhys. 

“You know…I came to visit Madja once…when Galena was healing…For two hours I cradled her mind and took the pain away. And then even I couldn’t do that anymore.  It felt like I was burning alive and I just got an echo of what she was feeling,” Rhys said quietly. “Finally Madja just started to fill her to the gills up with pain potions…it was all she could do.” 

All she could do so that Galena didn’t scream herself hoarse.

“If you are scared of hurting her…Nothing you could do to her could come even close to what had already happened,” Rhys said quietly. 

“More like utterly terrified,” Azriel admitted. 

“Why? You never hurt any of the other females you were with…well, not more than they liked at any rate. She’s your mate. The cauldron wouldn’t have chosen her, if she couldn’t take you,” Cassian told him with a shrug and Azriel glowered. 

“They didn’t make me feel like she does.  For cauldron’s sake, I smell her and I want to fucking roll around in her scent,” he admitted. “We kissed yesterday and I nearly came all over my fucking breeches like some kind of untried, green boy,” he hissed. 

It had been a couple of kisses and he had been ready to…Cauldron boil him. It had been supposed to be innocent and she had wanted it and stil he had wanted nothing more than to ground down against her until he got enough friction to finish the job and…

“Let’s just say you weren’t the only one who had had that problem,” Cassian told him with a sigh. “According to Nesta I am “quick of the mark”...sometimes,”  Cassian admitted, looking at everything but him.

It would have probably amused him any other time. 

Today it just made him sigh because that definitely was not helpful. 

“She’s your mate. It’s normal that she is…more…appetizing to you than others,” Rhys tried and Azriel stared up in the cloud. 

“And how am I supposed to survive that?” he asked. How was he supposed to survive touching her when all he wanted was to…to stretch her out on her bed and make a fucking meal out of her. 

Feast on her until she was begging for his cock…until her body yielded to him, until…

“You aren’t supposed to survive it. You are supposed to savour it,” Rhys told him with a chuckle. 

“She’s going to fucking kill me,” Azriel admitted, making Cassian start roaring with laughter and clap him on his shoulder. 

“I doubt that.”

“Maybe take it slow,” Rhys suggested to him. “You’ll need to figure out how the scar tissue works for her…like you have said that it sometimes make your hands nearly numb…If it’s the same for her, you would probably be well served if you take it…slow and really work for her pleasure first…” 

And now they had reached the point where his brothers were offering him sex tips and he just glared at them.  

“Right, Az. Put your filthy mouth where it very well belongs,“ Cassian chortled, dancing out of the way as Azriel threw a knife in his direction. The knife embedded itself in the ground a few feet away. 

Rhys rolled his eyes at both of them. “You should bring her to dinner,” he said instead. “How about next week? We don’t want to scare her away.”

“As long as you warn Varian that I’ll rip off his arm if he stares at her,” Azriel griped. 

“How about I’ll just nicely tell him not to be startled by her appearance?” Rhys suggested drily. “And we’ll all just pray to the mother that Nyx won’t babble anything horrible,” he muttered under his breath. 

Right…they could threaten an adult into behaving but a 1-year-old would maybe prove to be more challenging…

Still, as evening came, he flew down to Madja’s apothecary, and to his surprise found Madja herself behind the counter. 

“One warning: Galena has said that she isn’t in the mood for other people for the next week,” Madja told him drily. “I do not think you count under other people though.”

“What happened?” He asked, his eyebrows rising. 

Madja just sighed. “Other people’s stupidity is a bitter pill to swallow,” she told him sagely like that actually answered anything. “She locked herself in the still room so she could be alone.”

“Does she do that often?” he wondered. How often did Galena just want to get away from everything? 

“Lock herself in the stillrooms for days and only come out when she is ready to collapse?” Madja asked. “I have managed to instil an absolutely magnificent work ethic into my niece, but I am still working at making her take breaks when she needs them…though maybe you’ll help,” she told him drily. “She tends to bury herself in her work, whenever…” she trailed off, shrugging. 

Azriel could understand that. He did the exact same. 

Gave his brain something else to do if he couldn’t deal with his fucking heart. 

Galena hadn’t actually locked herself into the stillroom. 

She answered as he locked and he could easily push open the door, finding her sitting at one of the counters she used to cut stuff up…she was very carefully doing just that…slicing some herb up with a very sharp knife. 

“Hey,” she greeted him, her voice subdued. 

“Madja said you are…” he trailed off, crossing the room and she laid down her knife, burying her head against his chest as soon as he was near her…

All the tension seemingly bled out of her and he pressed a kiss against her hair, breathing in peppermint and ice…subdued and unhappy. 

“Going back to my hermit ways?” she quipped but even that seeingly fell flat. “Sorry, I don’t think I am the best company right now,” she apologised but he waved her off. 

“Want to talk about it?” he asked instead gently. 

“You can’t force people to take the medication they need. Even if it would save their life,” Galena said, pressing her lips together. 

Oh. 

“Madja asked me to come out to explain why they should take an “experimental” medication…” Galena said softly. “One look at me and…”

She didn’t end that sentence. It made him fucking furious. But he said nothing. 

“Don’t let the stupidity of others destroy your days,” he told her softly, even when he knew that that was much easier said than done. 

“I can’t change it,” Galena said with a shrug, her voice hoarse. Instead, she reached out for a small leather bag, handing it to him. He opened it to reveal three exact same potion vials, filled with some kind of pinkish-red potion. 

He looked at her questioningly.

“I made them for you. They are spelled to refill at the week’s end,” she explained. “They are a different recipe. Tell me if they work or if I need to fudge around with the ingredients.”

Sleeping Potions. Of course. 

Though as long as he could sleep next to Galena…that wasn’t something he worried about. He would gladly spend his sleepless nights just watching her sleep. 

“Thank you,”  he told her instead. She had made them for him. Just like she said she would. Something in his heart restricted, because even now, when she clearly had had a shitty day…she had still remembered that. 

“Let’s go upstairs…I’ll figure out something for dinner…I don’t wanna see anybody but you until tomorrow,” she said with a sigh, putting her cut green herbs into a bowl she covered up, as she stood. 

“I feel flattered that I fall under that category,” he told her, offering her his arm for balance, until she snatched up her cane and she gave him a smile that felt more than her again. They did indeed make dinner, something quickly thrown together, a portion left for Madja as well, kept warm on her stove and then they took their food to the attic and ate it curled up together on her couch. 

He just knew that that wasn’t something that she normally did, but she seemed content enough if it meant that he would hold her. 

And that was something that Azriel just happily did. If it meant that he could press whisper-soft kisses against every bit of her skin, and hear her shaky exhaling…drew his fingers down her forearms, resulting in a full-body shiver that made him grin to himself…press a kiss just behind her ear that resulted in her heartbeat quickening…

“Tell me what I can do to make it better?” he requested softly as they finished eating, plates long forgotten on her coffee table…and she turned to kiss him properly, balancing on her knees.

His mouth opened on his own accord, one hand gently burying himself in the dark brown waves of her hair…the other one cupping her cheek. He didn’t allow himself to touch her body because if he did he…

He didn’t trust himself not to ask for too much and scare her away…even when her scent sweetened and thickened, arousal running through her…it matched his own…three kisses and he was half hard, aching for release. 

He wanted more . He needed more. 

He wanted everything he could possibly have from her, even when he knew that that was…Patience. He needed to get a fucking grip and some patience because he was not that kind of asshole that was going to push her into anything that she wasn’t ready for. 

They were going to do this at her pace…And if that meant that he would spend decades only kissing her like that, then he would gladly do that. 

Just kissing her was already a…revelation. 

And then suddenly, Galena lost her balance, falling, and he caught her against his chest, a surprised gasp leaving her. 

“My leg…” she said, a grimace on her face and he could feel the muscle of her thigh spasming. 

There was something in her voice…maybe shame and embarrassment or annoyance…he couldn’t place it. There was so much to unpack there. 

He carefully lifted her off him…making sure that her leg didn’t need to move and could lay straight as he gently pressed her down against the pillows of her couch…just like they had done the evening before and she looked at him wide-eyed, before a smile flitted over her face. She sank into the cushion, not a car in the world…not a single spark of fear in her gaze or her scent. 

She trusted him. 

He had no idea what exactly he had done to deserve that trust…to deserve that smile as he followed her down, careful not to put too much weight on her, even when one hand curled into the back of his hair and pulled him towards her face…one more kiss pressed against her lips. 

“Better?” he managed to get out, his voice rough, doing his best not to collapse right on top of her and rut against Galena like some kind of wild animal…because he wanted to. 

He really wanted to. 

Kissing her like that was the most exquisite kind of torture. 

“Yes,” Galena agreed her voice softening. “You make everything better.”

[corazon-calaveras]

The Crow Reboot Rant

NAH NAH NAH, WHOSE IDEA WAS IT TO MAKE ERIC DRAVEN LOOK LIKE A DISCOUNT VERSION OF JARED LETTO'S JOKER?!? IMMA THROW HANDS!!! 💀🔪

There's just so much wrong about this reboot and as a fan of the original crow movie and graphic novel I cannot even begin to express how much this disappoints me.

More to rant ahead, just know it's hella long.

I recently saw and heard more news about the crow reboot and upon seeing what to expect I no longer have any interest in watching the reboot, in fact I wish the fans continue to roast the hell out of it to show the people in charge of this reboot that this is NOT what the people want or need.

Now I just want to go on and say that I have no problems with Bill Skarsgard as Eric Draven. I think he's a hella great actor with lots of potential of doing a great job at being the next crow actor, but my issue is with the writers and the people who made the overall decision to make this cult classic "appeal to modern audiences" which that quote alone was enough for me to completely abandon all hope of this movie being any good. I was already skeptical enough about the reboot and my expectations were low but THIS...this definitely made my expectations drop even lower than they already were and that's surprising to me. Honestly at this point the three crow sequels were a lot better and that's saying a lot because if y'all have seen those you'll know they weren't that good either but at least they were entertaining. 😭 (In my opinion at least, feel free to disagree on that).

It gets even better when you find out that the inspiration for reboot crow was Post Malone and Lil Peep. 💀

Like...is that what appeals to modern audiences nowadays? Was that really necessary for modern day Eric Draven? Absolutely not! The original movie and comic took place in the 90's so LEAVE IT IN THE 90's! Not everything has to be modernized for the sake of appealing to modern audiences. What modern audiences need right now are original stories with good and compelling writing (which probably won't happen any time soon since Hollywood proved to be in the middle of an imagination drought).

Sure, one can argue that the original movie wasn't completely faithful to the source material, that being the graphic novel. However, Due to the unfortunate passing of Brandon Lee during the making of the film, James O 'Barr has stated that he had finished the film as a tribute to Brandon who was a sweet and caring man and so decided to write Eric Draven to have some resemblance to Brandon in the film as a way to honor him. With that in mind, it's no wonder people are much harsher about the reboot, myself included, and find that this reboot would be an insult to not only James O 'Barr but also to Brandon. (Those who know the tragic history of The Crow graphic novel would understand why that's the case but in short it was a way for James to deal with grief).

In my opinion, the original crow film does not need a reboot or a remake. It may not be the best or perfect movie in the world but it is a cult classic and is one of the most beloved movies that holds a dear place in people's hearts. Mine included. Which is why instead of making another movie based on Brandon Lee's crow, that the other crow characters get a shot at the big screen since Eric Draven isn't the only one who gets brought back to life by a crow. I can understand how this might potentially not gain enough traction because it's not the iconic Eric Draven, but I do believe that with good writing and loyalty to the source materials, that it can be very possible to make a good and fresh crow movie without piggy backing off of an already beloved and successful film with the help of the fans who most likely have read the other comics.

In my opinion, I don't think this reboot is worth anyone's time (at least for those who are hardcore fans of the Crow franchise) and I have no hope for this whatsoever. In fact, I'm gonna go rewatch the original movie for the millionth time and reread the original graphic novel because I've already accepted the fact that any potential of getting a good crow movie is officially out the window. Not only that but the book and film are my comfort watch and reads so there's that.

For anyone who wants to hear more details about the reboot I recommend looking up articles or watch videos about it on youtube since that's where I heard the majority of the news.

Brandon Lee will forever be the best Eric Draven out there, may he rest in peace.

[nalyra-dreaming]

There was something about 1x05 that bothered me more even than the fall and it was Lestat dragging Louis. In s1 it was stablished that Claudia saw it so (unless they wanted to compromise her reliability as witness and victim of the DV) they could not and should not revisit it. And I'm relieved they didn't. But the visual parallels with Louis dragging Claudia to Lestat to turn her. "Look at her, our beautiful little daughter", and it is a wounded child, burned by the fires caused by the riots...

Please I'm not saying that it is a stand in for Lestat dragging Louis or a faulty memory or that it is comparable whatsoever. I'm just saying that 1. I can't believe the writers didn't consider that visual cue when they rewrote Claudia's turning scene for 2x07 and 2. I don't know what my point is really, I'm just having so many emotions

Yeah that... IDK what to make of that yet either.

It's too big a visual clue NOT to mean something, and the fact that they did not revisit that part is a clue in and by itself, too, but...

I know Louis says that Daniel should go with "Lestat's version" of the turning, but... is it, really? It's part of the tale, and as such... The version in s1 seemed way more in character for Louis. You know? This begging on his knees... some people have likened that to "bartering with desire", but it is not, because if he is bartering with something, then love, not desire, a fine, but important difference, imho.

And the promise there seems so convenient, so... absolving. "Oh, I promised him to stay, for turning Claudia, you know, it has nothing to do with any conflicting emotions on my side, nuh oh, no I only ever let him have my body, and he did, he didn't care didn't stop to ask, nuh oh, I let him use me only, why do you ask...."

Yeah. -.-

Honestly? I'm with Claudia there and calling bullshit. I would be very surprised if that holds.

The part where Lestat lays out his objections? Yes. The part with the dragging and pleading at Lestat's feet? No. I ... don't see it.

As per that being the clue for the outside not having happened - that is not what I'm saying(!). However... the outside... has always been weird to me, I think that's no secret. And we now know that Lestat definitely did not look like that, at least if we take that episode 5 flashback now as the truth.

Lestat did not look pristine and with perfect hair. Which... is only logical, given the walls, coffins, and fists.

So what did we see outside? If it wasn't something Claudia actually wrote down or relayed later? Why the visual clue with the turning?

It just doesn't fit together.

And I... have the feeling that while the tale will break fully apart next episode (I do expect it to) - that we will not get all the answers to it - and only some in an upcoming season.

I feel a headache forming already.

⬆️ It me.

[wayfayrr]

I finished my tattoo sleeve 🎉 took 3 sessions, and I almost fell asleep while my tattoo artist was doing my bicep, but I’m done ✨ But got me thinking, what’s your thoughts on Hylian vs Human customs when it comes to tattoos? And piercings too, cause thinking on that too, got a couple ear piercings, snake bites, septum, and a nose ring on both sides, love to know your thoughts on this <3

Also, while we’re on the subject, when it comes to pain, what do you think is the difference between Hylians and Humans? Like do you think humans can take more pain? Not sure if you’ve said much on this topic, but I love to hear any thoughts on these things <33

~🍀 anon

CONGRATS ON THE SLEEVE CLOVER!!!! I bet it looks fantastic and that the sessions were all worth it <3 (also your piercings sound super neat too <333)

but about the differing customs when it comes to tattoos? (are there any characters with tattoos now that I think about it?) I think hylians put a lot more meaning behind any tattoo. As in you are not allowed to be tattooed unless there is a good enough reason. Partly due to how hylia sees hyilans as pure and perfect so they shouldn't need to stain their skin like that (I should say I don't have anything against tattoos whatsoever and I'm trying to work up the courage to get one so none of that reflects my irl opinion) Whereas piercings seem to be a right of passage, with the links getting their ears peirced with their hoops when they come of age, it's not about self-expression as much as upholding traditions to hylians

humans on the otherhand? Self-expression all the way babyyyy, you already wear more colourful and patterned clothes than they do. humans make more of a celebration of the self rather than being more 'holy', it helps when you don't have a being like hylia keeping a constant watch for everyone to be held up to impossibly high standards. piercings are another part of self expression, there's no pressure to get them and there's also nothing stopping people who do want them I also think that human tattoos would be far more colourful than any hylian ones, with their's tending to be solely using black ink if there is any present. So I think any fun tattoos would surprise the chain a lot, even sky seeing as he grew up with a lot of hylian societal expectations on him, he's human yes - but he's ripped so far from his culture that I think he'd have a mourning period over what he could - should have had. Not that he doesn't like skyloft, it's just - what could have been.

as for pain tolerance! Thats another reason I came into the sky is a human headcanon, I think that hylians have a lot lower pain tolerance than humans, And if sky is human then this is actually supported by the game! almost every single link starts with three hearts - sky starts with six. it's not like any other hylians are going to be stumbling upon heart containers either I kinda like the idea that later heroes had to be given more potential heart containers to find just to be on par with sky for how much damage they CAN take let alone their pain tolerance. It's hard to make direct comparisons honestly but I think sky would be able to shake off a lot more than the others - say a broken arm perhaps. sure he'd be in pain but he can have it cast and then go around as normal till it's healed. or well, normal as you can with a broken arm yk? if say - time broke his arm it would probably mean bed rest for him until he's healed (although unlike sky he could set the bone and chug down a couple of potions to be done with it in a matter of hours)

[chairwritexv]

Can i request platonic rottmnt little sibling chubby with all of the brothers HC?

Reader is same age as Mikey but what makes them different is they're on the plus size, their ninpo were made to be support class (and yes am thinking of rpg games).

This makes reader insecure about themselves; they're not " helping much " and they believe they're fat and not strong or skiny or have toned muscles like the rest of the mad dogs which put them down.

However the 4 brothers think otherwise and they have their own way to show their love & affection to reader/p

yess!! WE LOVE CHUBBY PEOPLE !!! i am such a green bean tho akfsjdns

also, i don’t play rpg games a ton, but after looking it up it appears to be a healer kinda? sorry if i got it wrong !

r a p h

is actually really surprised to learn youre insecure about your size and ninpo

he’s pretty big but doesn’t really have problems with it ??? of course he doesn’t really realize the difference between ‘beefy af’ and ‘le chubby’ lmao

he wasn’t entirely sure what to do at first bc he’s never seen this before

and with his sibling?.?? afjsjsj

when he realized/you told him he tilted his head in confusion stared at you before bursting out

“you don’t like your body??? why???”

“raph has a big body and he don’t care!”

didn’t understand at first

“you’re the most perfect little sibling raph could want !”

”no matter what yer size!”

kinda felt bad, he felt like he should’ve noticed sooner since he was the Big BrotherTM

made sure not to be accidentally offensive about it just in case

when one of those lose-weight-or-no-one-will-love-you thought inducing ads would come on raph would block the tv

“DONT LISTEN TO IT!! YOU ARE PERFECT NO MATTER WHAT YOUR SIZE!!!”

l e o

ok so. the lil shit probably teased you abt it in the past. but NOT in a rude or offensive way. like affectionate . well he tried to come off affectionate anyways …

he’d like just poke at your chub n stuff y’know?

he wasn’t really trying to be offensive he just found it interesting since all his other brothers were skinny beans, and raph was just super beefy

but oh my god

BOI FELT SO BAD WHEN YOU TOLD HIM YOU WERE INSECURE ABT IT

”…what?”

feels like it’s all his fault

apologizes so much abt it he’s the one the needs reassuring afsjdn

he wasn’t the main reason of your insecurities , but his teasing hadn’t helped it… yknow?

he reassured you there was nothing wrong with your body OR ninpo and no reason to be insecure abt it

tells you his past ‘teasing’ wasn’t meant to be rude in any way and apologizes

he hasn’t teased you abt it for awhile anyways, but still makes sure not to be rude abt it in any ways whatsoever

if one of those lose-weight ads comes on he’ll tell you a stupid joke or something to move your attention away from it

still feels bad abt the teasing tbh

d o n n i e

he’s the second most surprised

i mean, he knows that people feel insecure abt their chub sometimes thanks to the internet but he wasn’t expecting one of those people to be you

i mean, you weren’t even that chubby in his opinion

uses logic to reassure you that your body is fine in every way

same with your ninpo

”your ninpo is very important and crucial to the team, y’know-“

he will not have his little sibling being insecure >:(

if he notices you staring at yourself in the mirror with a less-then-positive-face on, he’ll drag you away from it under the guise of wanting to show you his latest invention

not good with emotions but he’s doing his best ok

if those lose-weight-and-you’ll-finally-be-perfect ads comes on he’ll either distract you somehow or cover your eyes with his battle shell arm

m i k e y

was confused at first, not understanding what you meant

when he finally understood he gasped

his twin?? disliking their body/ninpo???? UNACCEPTABLE

cue the doctor feelings speech

does absolutely everything in his power to make you feel good abt yourself

will draw you SPECIFICALLY highlighting your pudge bc there is nothing wrong with it and will take that to his grave

sends you body-affirming stuff at random times

will paint his nails with you whilst reassuring you you’re absolutely beautiful the way you are ✨

a lose-weight ad?

he will DRAMATICALLY scream at you not to watch it-

”Y/N! DONT WATCH IT!! ITS FULL OF LIES-“

-before hugging you and dramatically putting his hand to his head

”LIES!!!”

it’s such a funny distraction technique you can’t not burst out laughing

thanks for reading!! hope you enjoyed!!!

[waitmyturtles]

GMMTV 2024 Part 2, let's go

I've had my MULTIPLE cawfees and I'm watching the GMMTV Part 2 trailers. @my-rose-tinted-glasses, this one's for you!

TL;DR what I'm excited for: Ossan's Love with trepidation; Revamp: The Undead, I'm first in line; The Ex-Morning with open arms; Us, once we have a better sense of the screenplay; Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist, drop it like it's hot, Mark; Thame-Po, boys look gewd

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1) Ossan's Love: THE KEY WORDS BEING "INSPIRED BY"

If I take away the inclination to do any sort of comparisons to the Japanese version whatsoever ("INSPIRED BY"), I'm thrilled that EarthMix get to do romcom. Earth at this level of baka is utterly unbelievable to me, you are too smokin' hot, boy, but try to bring it, because if you do, and it's a success, then I'll be fucking really impressed.

2) Leap Day: Looks scary. Gun!

3) The Heart Killers: ...

Man. Man! First in muscle shirts and an earring, kisses pushed up against walls, etc. Where have we seen this before. Lemme guess, they all get together in the end. I would like to force myself to be excited about this somehow, Jojo on 10 Things, but. I haven't been there with JoongDunk yet, either, so actually, they seemed kinda refreshing against the FK vibes, ha. Anyway, this reignited my OF burnout, which I'm honestly trying to ignore as I get close to re-watching The Eclipse for my Old GMMTV Challenge project. @my-rose-tinted-glasses, my trust issues switch is flipped to "on."

(Get Jojo away from ships, please. He had Tay kissing Joss and Mild in the same year AFTER Dark Blue Kiss. He fucking doesn't need to use ships.)

4) Friendshit Forever: no subs, seems intense, the gals are smokin', NEW AND BOUN?! Hate to say it, but even without knowing what this is exactly about, I'm intrigued? My Boun! New and Boun!

5) Perfect 10 Liners: They're letting New Siwaj do 30 episodes, folks. I have no predictions on this one, y'all will have to tell me if it's good. Perth is back with New Siwaj directing after 2018's Love By Chance. If they give Chimon a little comedy, I'll be happy. I asked for Junior again, but maybe I wasn't expecting him to go to school, but I will admit I like JuniorMark together, and if they get to helm 10 episodes as the center stars, then good for them! Maybe that'll be the bit of this series that I watch.

6) Us: I believe in this screenplay more than how 23.5 is working out. I think Fon Kanittha needs more stuff on her plate to play around with to make a great show. This trailer was great. I'm watching My Precious the Series now (after having watched the movie this past weekend, which I was disappointed by -- the series is MUCH better, and going better than 23.5), and I'm seeing that Fon does stuff very well, background community building that gives us macro- and micro-level understandings of her characters. If those levels are Sing Harit, I'm here for it, that was an unexpected appearance, but if he's recalling the strength he brought to Todd in Not Me, then I'm a happy camper.

7) Hide and Sis: I love Piploy. Wednesday Club was a total holiday trash watch for me last year, but I loved her a lot. Looks like they're promoting this as a multi-generational show with known older actors, the approach of which I like. Everyone hates each other and maybe tries to kill each other; Keeping Up With the Thai Kardashians, maybe? Surprise, Gawin's a cop. Chimon as murderer, I'll support that.

8) Thame-Po: This looks cute. I'll consider a pre-order! Separately, I happen to adore cute Lego from LYKN, so good on those dudes for getting a show, and I like that William is pushing his boundaries outside of music.

9) Break-Up Service: I am happy that Off has gotten this kind of sneaky love romcom (?) role.

10) Revamp: The Undead: I'm here for it. I'm so happy for BounPrem. I'm happy to see some strong support dudes in Kay and Mark in this project. I haven't watched My Only 12%, so I don't know from Santa, but I know a lot of friends love him. I am totally seated. GMMTV is really the BL Machine, huh, absorbing this project.

11) Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist: Do not get me wrong, I am very excited about this; I am just wondering if Baby Ohm needs a little workshopping to get more diversity in his expressions. But I am very excited, Mark looks SO DOWN and ready to lead. View! Jimmy! I'm good with this.

12) The Dark Dice: High School Squid Game, I can't

13) The Ex-Morning: I gotta admit. This kind of moment is one of the reasons why I'm so happy doing the OGMMTVC. The big-ass smile I had on my face seeing KristSingto again, even though I really wasn't the biggest fan of SOTUS -- I've done a whole accountability turn on Krist after seeing him in Be My Favorite, and I appreciate that this show will go meta on the KristSingto background. It fucking sucks that Shadow sucked, because Singto is such a good actor, just seems like his scripts are here and there lately, but anyway. Aof Noppharnach writing this? Last Twilight ended cringe, but I'm still an Aof girlie, so I am 100% excited for this.

14) Scarlet Heart Thailand: That wasn't really a trailer, but considering the reputation the base story has in Asia and globally, I like, business-wise, what this means for GMMTV, a historical that will have appeal to multiple generations. I understand the original novel for this, Bu Bu Jing Xin, isn't translated into English, and that's a bummer, because it seems like this Thai version, which has already been dramatized in China and Korea, is based squarely on the novel. Fuck Win. These were the kinds of shows I loved as a kid when I watched Asian shows with my folks, so I have to admit that I'm intrigued, but I would have liked to see a meatier trailer.

That's it!

[sweettoothvn]

I am obsessed with this blog and your characters but I'm curious how would the LI's feel/react to an mc that wants to spoil and pamper them?

Andre is typically the one who wants to pamper and spoil you so this is certainly something new for him! He doesn't mind but he is extremely flustered.

Casey feels a bit bad because he doesn't have the money to pay you back but with enough time and reassurance he will feel better about it. Poor guy feels like he owes everyone. Kieran is... a slight exception though.

Chrys thinks it's absolutely adorable that you want to spoil and pamper her, she accepts it entirely and warns you that she's going to do it back tenfold when you're least expecting it.

David will be very flustered and confused as first but try to play it off like 'of course you should be doing this in the first place, i'm so perfect after all'. Secretly he's trying not to cry though, he rarely gets gifts after all.

Eddie will seem grumpy about it at first but depending on what it is he will either complain but clearly still take it, or he'll allow himself to relax and be vulnerable around you for once.

Kieran gets gifts pretty often and has been spoiled his whole life so this is sort of a no brainer for him- he doesn't think much of it, thinking it's just a normal thing really. He will spoil and pamper you until you can't take it anymore though-

Noble is shocked that you'd do this- more so because he didn't think he was worth anything. He doesn't get gifts very often- or at all really. He's more so silent, muttering thank you's with a small smile on his face. For some odd reason the jewel on his choker looks more damaged too.

Zach is not used to being spoiled or pampered whatsoever, more so ignored if anything, so this is a surprise to him. He's very grateful for it... and absolutely will NOT shut up about it... maybe for a month. or longer... he's... really grateful

[asshlyyyy]

Music of Love (Austin Butler x Reader)

I am killing it with these requests. I am just pumping them out like its no tomorrow. That being said, there are still many request that I have to work on. This is an anonymous ask, so, whomever you are... I hope you enjoy. 

I couldn’t think of a song, mostly because I was brain dead and wasn’t thinking much creatively... so, you get to pick your own song! Ain’t that fun? Anyways, its only mentioned once, but you can think of this song throughout the whole fic. 

Apparently I was supposed to post this tomorrow but- I fucking suck so that is my fault- Tomorrow’s post will be moved to Friday- I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving if you are celebrating!

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Implied smut (aka implied sex) towards the end, spelling and grammatical errors most likely. 

Word Count: 1.3k

You have never been gifted with the musical trial. You couldn’t really grasp the understanding of playing an instrument. Sheet music was one of the most confusing things you have ever looked at… You could only understand when there were lyrics on them, and at that point, you only knew how to read the words. 

How many musical notes were there? Because when they are all combined together onto a piece of sheet music. Well, they all either looked the same, or they didn’t look alike whatsoever. From an early age, you just knew there was no way you could learn an instrument. 

Well, that was until you met Austin. He was talented in many ways you weren’t. For example, he could play the piano and guitar. He could probably play some other instruments, but these were the ones you knew the most of.

When he got the role of Elvis you saw him change. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but he put his heart and soul into this role. He knew how important it was to do good… and he did more than good. He did amazing. It was like he became Elvis himself. While the two of you will never know how the real Elvis was, due to your age, this movie gave people that.

You learned a thing or two while he constantly practiced. He played piano and guitar a bunch, even though he didn’t need to. He was already talented enough, he just wanted to pick up on how Elvis did those things. You can appreciate all the hard work he did. You just want him to take a break once in a while. 

However, when he was playing one of two instruments… you sat in with him. Sure, you didn’t really grasp what he was doing, but it was still nice. He tried to show you something once in a while, but you struggled the most with the piano. While you could learn simple nurse rhymes that used three keys… you couldn’t play a whole Elvis song as he could. 

When it came to the guitar, somehow it just made sense? You didn’t necessarily need to look at sheet music… you could just play it by ear. You weren’t exactly perfect like Austin was, but you picked it up. So, when he wasn’t home… you practiced.  You wanted to be able to surprise him one day. 

So, here you are currently. You sat on the couch in your shared home with Austin. You held his guitar in your arms. You were trying to perfect a song, but let's be honest… it was taking much longer than expected. It’s not like you thought it would be learned just like that… but you did want to finish it before he got home. 

You played this song repeatedly. In some parts, you had down… other parts you did not. Maybe you should have taken on a much easier song. Maybe like Black In Black. It had some hard moments, but towards the end, it was just a repeat. 

You let out a sigh and threw your head back. You put a pause on the song and rubbed your face. You didn’t know how you were going to finish this song today. Maybe you didn’t have to. You had plenty of other interviews and whatnot almost every day this week. You basically had till the end of the week. 

“What am I going to do?” You said softly and shook your head. You looked down at the clock and tossed your phone over to the side of the couch. You still had a few hours until Austin gets home. You could start dinner? Or, you can just keep pushing yourself. 

Let’s go with the second option. Because the sooner you finish this, the sooner it will be over, and you can surprise him. That sounded nice. You picked the guitar up and continue to play it… until you physically couldn’t anymore, or until Austin came home.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you jumped at the sound and turned quickly to spot Austin. What? What was he doing here? He wasn’t supposed to be home till much later. 

“Austin? What are you? Why are you home?” You asked confused as you pushed the guitar off to the side. 

“Because I’m done for the day, were you playing?” He asked as he walked around the couch so that he could join you. 

“What do you mean you’re done? It’s only two.” You told him. Austin looked at you confused and sat down beside you. He reached out and pushed a piece of story hair behind your ear. 

“It’s six,  Y/n.” Austin corrected you and caressed your cheek before he moved to fill your forehead. “Are you feeling sick?”

“No no, I must’ve just lost track of time. Last I checked… it was a bit passed two.” You told him. Austin nodded and pulled his hand away. 

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked as he reached for his phone. Most likely to go ahead and order something. 

“Not since lunchtime.” You told him. He hummed in response and nodded. He went ahead and typed away on his phone. You stood up and went to put the guitar away when Austin stopped you.

“Keep it here. I’ll help you,” Austin said as he looked up at you. You nodded and sat back down. You leaned into the couch and closed your eyes. “It’ll be here in forty to fifty minutes.”

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile. Austin nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Now, what were you trying to play?” He asked as he picked up the guitar. You were trying to determine if you wanted to tell him the truth, or just lie to him and still keep the surprise. Then again, you never lied to Austin, and you didn’t want to start now. 

“I was going to learn how to play [song of choice] to surprise you… I got a few parts but… couldn’t figure out the rest.” You admitted. Austin smiled and wrapped an arm around you bringing you closer.

“That’s so cute and so hot at the same time.” You let out a laugh and shook your head. You slapped Austin’s chest and looked away. “I’m being serious! Do you know how often I dream of you playing guitar?”

‘Do I want to know?” You jokingly asked. Austin shook his head and pulled you onto his lap.

He positioned the guitar on your lap and held your hands under his. “I know that song by heart. Let me so you.” He said softly as he guided your fingers along the strings. You hummed against his chest and rested against his chest.

Austin started to sing the song softly behind you. Guiding your hands to create the perfect tune. Sure, you could count this as a win, but Austin helped you with the song. You knew one day you would learn the song completely… but for now… this was a nice change of pace.

After he finished the song he pressed a kiss against your neck. You hummed once more and turned to look at him. You just wanted him, and you could tell that he wanted you as well.

“How long until the food comes?” You asked.

“Forty to Fifty minutes.”

“That’s more than enough time,” you whispered and grabbed his face. You kissed him and lightly pulled at the ends of his hair. He placed the guitar off to the side and placed his hands on your waist. 

You just knew that the rest of the night was about to be heaven… You had Austin… and soon you would have his… gotta keep some things to the imagination. You’ll have your diner and yet again, you’ll have Austin. No matter what, when you were with Austin… you were in heaven.

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[purplekoop]

any thoughts on hero 42? My theory is that Harriet is one of the "reject" Horizon animals, one who is a toad that was spliced with other reptilian and amphibian DNA, namely turtles, hence the shell we can see on her. Idk if she'd be good, evil, or neutral, but considering every tank since Orisa has been villain or Junker, I'm hoping she bucks that trend.https://www.reddit.com/r/Overwatch/comments/1e2f5ux/theory_new_overwatch_tank_is_a_genetically/

https://www.reddit.com/r/Overwatch/comments/17ythsp/atlantic_arcology_a_future_underwater_map/?share_id=39z04D8QgOF93Ov-7xr0U&utm_content=2&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_source=share&utm_term=1 put this cuz of the Galapagos section

alright this sounded so utterly deranged BEFORE I checked the links. I was internally going "how much did I miss in the rodent's story", but these posts have some fascinating insight I'd encourage everyone check if nothing else. Gonna post the links cleanly here for the sake of usability:

For personal reasons I'd of course ADORE if this character actually is a giant buff spiky turtle mutant lady. if this sentiment confuses anyone, this is an open invite to the "#my art" tag on this account. But by default I'm not getting my hopes up because come on, that's TOO perfect for me, I shouldn't be allowed to get that happy. Then again I was WILDLY surprised by Junker Queen's in-game design, so you never know.

I've said before I don't like to base expectations on arbitrary categories (namely the current insistence on more villain supports but not villain tanks (even though we were clamoring for those before Sigma and then as far as I'm concerned the rest following were all warranted as catch-up)), though if I can have my own biases then I'd also prefer not having another Junker, but also I'm not wild on the idea of another Horizon animal guy, especially when I really don't like playing as the two we currently have (and playing in a lobby with a Wrecking Ball whatsoever). The idea of them being a Moira experiment both makes more sense and is a little more appealing, but like half of Talon seems to be Moira experiments already, so I don't know how upping the Level of Freak they are would really be shocking at this point.

I'd be astonished if the mutant-looking creature with glowing green spikes wasn't called "Hazmat" at at least some point in development, though based on the hero select in the Venture gameplay showcase, their internal codename seemingly is somewhere alphabetically between Sigma and Winston. Not necessarily their final name though, as evidenced by Juno in the same teaser being between Moira and Zenyatta (which works for "Space Ranger") as opposed to between Illari and Kiriko like they are in their release state. I speculated before their working name might be "Spike" or "Toxic", which could've been placeholders before "Haz" was used for the Ashe interaction.

I don't entirely want to rule out this possibly of this hero being someone named "Harriet Oris", but while that reddit theory points out the Horizon animals have dated english first names, it neglects to point out they don't have last names either. Winston is just Winston (named after the Horizon scientist Harold Winston) and Hammond is just Hammond. If "Hazmat" and Harriet Oris are the same, then that'd be weird if they were also a Horizon animal with a last name for some reason. The Waitron does also say "It has been a very long time!" to them in the unused dialogue, which could lend credence to the theory of them being a former Talon member and possible escaped Moira experiment. The same account points out similar dialogue for Mauga, and considering the Waitrons are in Circuit Royal (a Talon base of operations run by Maximilien), so maybe there's a parallel there.

Regarding the streamer mode name easter eggs potentially meaning this is a frog (or more accurately a toad, a buff one at that), I don't know how much stock I'd put in that part of the theory specifically. It's weird how few of the names aren't a reference to something, but the only ones the wiki doesn't attribute to anything are "BEEFToad", "BioHazard", "Ch00Ch00", "EZTarget", "GarlicBread", and "SillyGoose". I think most of these are pretty clearly jokes, maybe "Choo Choo" being a reference specifically to Reinhardt's one skin or the Busan train, but those first two are definitely more conspicuous. "BioHazard" is the least joke-like of the bunch, but could also be a reference to other things like the toxic waste area in New Junk City or Mauga's weird canisters. "BEEFToad" feels like a joke, but not as obvious as SillyGoose or GarlicBread. I dunno, to me it just feels like trying to stick on another data point that doesn't necessarily add anything. Making them a frog with turtle DNA feels like an arbitrary extra step and it feels like a weird thing to tease so specifically like this. The turtle thing in the other post feels more like a deliberate nod, they already look more turtle-ish and it feels like such a "nudge nudge wink wink future hero reference here" bit to emphasize.

This all does give me some more enthusiasm for a character that previously felt like a dead end to speculate on, and while I don't wanna get my hopes up, there's definitely something cool here to consider. Gonna be a bit of a wait before they get a proper reveal though, and not sure how it'll be done without a Blizzcon this year. We probably will still at minimum get a reveal and playtest around the same time we did last year for Mauga, so somewhere in November before the proper release in season 14 this December.

[literaticat]

Hi, Jenn! So my agent and I have been waiting for a contract from a publisher since early December. I’m getting so anxious, especially since I haven’t really heard much from the acquiring editor either. How do I CALM DOWN? What do I do in the meantime? I’m already writing more stuff, but it doesn’t feel like enough! I know I’m being impatient, but I’m losing my mind! What’s going on?

LMAAAAAOOOOOOOOOO ooooh honey

I am still waiting for a contract from F@#KING AUGUST!!!!!

Early December? And then publishers were closed for like the last half of December and the first week of January? So it's been, like, a few active weeks total? I would not expect this yet.

For perspective, I'm just wrapping up my last October contract and I've gotten one November so far. I still have a couple Novembers outstanding, and I have not yet received any Decembers. (I really do have an August and a September still outstanding, but those are weird situations / anomalies and I knew they would take a bit!) -- I will start to get agitated and harass them if I don't see the drafts of these by the end of February, and I expect/hope to be wholly done with 2022 contracts by the end of March.

All of which to say is - this is a normal amount of time. Publishing is incredibly slow. Whatever you think "slow" means, you are wrong. It's much slower than that. Cultivate patience. Meditate. Do yoga. Practice mindfulness. Take a Zen class. Or a kickboxing class! Work out that frustration by punching planks of wood or something till you are too tired to think about it! Learn to bake the perfect Kouign-Amman! And obviously, write. Work on OTHER projects. Go outside. Take more walks. ETC.

Nothing whatsoever might happen with this... for months, and months. And then suddenly lots of things will happen for a bit! And then nothing again for a while. A LONG while. And then suddenly you will have to do a few things!!!!!! AHHHH~~~~ and then nothing again.(Mind you -- things ARE HAPPENING that entire time, they just are happening someplace you can't see and have no control over!) -- The point is, you will drive yourself absolutely BONKERS if you are sitting around biting your nails waiting for the next THING to happen. I would suggest you put it out of your mind as much as humanly possible, so when something does happen it can be a pleasant and delightful surprise, but you won't be winding yourself up WAITING for it in the meantime.

(By the way, I HEAR YOU. I spent the first several years of being an agent in a CONSTANT STATE OF HIGH ANXIETY because I literally COULD NOT comprehend how much patience I would need -- it probably took me pretty close to a decade to chill out, and I'm still not ALWAYS chill. So, you know. I GET IT. You'll just be a lot happier if you figure out how to chill NOW!)

[stars-self-ships]

ISN'T THAT LAUGH BEAUTIFUL?! ❤️🧡❤️

[becca-e-barnes]

so uhhh i need more(i think we alllll do) of bucky cumming in his sleep because of the build up. it gets me so hot i just- omg anywayssss

so no pressure, but a thought kinda popped into my mind. maybe reader is buck’s roommate or maybe they share a floor in the tower together(your choice obviously), but reader hears him one night & decides to go check up on him & what she finds is NOT what she expected. he’s soaked in his cum & his body is just glistening with a sheen of sweat. he’s moaning & groaning, gripping onto the pillow his head is on with one hand as he ruts into the bunched up comforter beside him. reader instantly gets horny(of course she does, like who wouldn’t?) but she decides to wake him up.

when she does, he’s fucking embarrassed….& he’s a mess- rambling about how sorry he is that he woke her up. but she just wants to help him because now she’s fucking turned on & cannot sleep with that image of him sewn into her brain.

if you end up doing this/writing something to this, you can decide on how she helps him. i know whatever you come up with will be DEVINE & will make us ALL horny. so i’ll leave you with this🥰

No I swear, this is my favourite thought in the world right now, I can’t stop thinking about it holy shit 🥵 Minors, do not interact

Like even just living on the same floor of the tower as Bucky and one night you’re walking past his room and you hear whimpers and pained groans coming from inside.

You know he’s troubled. You know nighttime is tough on him and you know that if you were having a rough night, he would be straight in to help you so you don’t even think twice about cracking the door open and peeking inside

But this wasn’t the kind of rough night you were expecting at all

No, instead, Bucky’s writhing on the bed totally naked, abs tight, groans strained. His flesh hand is squeezing the pillow beneath his head but his bare chest and abdomen are just dripping cum. It’s everywhere, rolling down his sides onto the perfect white sheets beneath him. His cock is still spurting endlessly, twitching as it pumps thick rivers of fluid from his aching tip, over his own naked body. His face is screwed up in pleasure and it’s absolutely the sexiest sight you’ve ever come across in you life.

But he’s asleep. And not even touching himself.

His hair is stuck to his sweaty forehead and you’re surprised his own grunts haven’t woken him, his hips bucking wildly off the bed as the orgasm finally subsides.

But his face doesn’t relax. While the steady stream of cum has eased, his dick hasn’t softened at all, his balls still painfully full. His metal hand had been fisted up in the duvet and before you know it, he’s rolled over onto his side, bundling the duvet up and humping it, slowly at first.

He can’t stifle his need, the pool of cum now spilling all over the clean duvet cover as he grinds shamelessly against the sheet. His moans are so sweet, dripping with desperation and longing. His hips rut even faster than you could’ve thought possible, chasing another high. After a moment, he reaches it with a little shout, presumably pumping another thick, excessive load of cum into the duvet.

The huge man is a wreck, still fucking the comforter, despite the fact you just saw him finish twice (and who knows how many times before you entered the room).

“Mhm fuck, ‘s good.” His eyes are screwed shut, sheer bliss on his face while he tries to drag himself closer to another release but you can’t let him. He can’t spill any more into the duvet. It’s not fair and it absolutely can’t be giving him the relief he needs. You want to help him and before you can even consider the implications it would have on your friendship, you’ve reached out, touching his back and calling his name to drag him from his sleep.

He looks so startled when he wakes up, rolling over and seeing your face, wondering if he’s still dreaming because he can’t ever admit it to you, but it was a dream about you that got him into this state.

But then he registers the shape he’s in. Naked, lying in a bed that’s flooded with his own cum. How long had you been there? Had he accidentally called your name? His only priority is to cover himself, hiding his shame and the fact he feels absolutely disgusting. He can’t even look at you, he’s so caught up in his own self hatred.

But you whisper his name and he drags his eyes up to yours and your face is so so soft. You’re not disgusted by him. You’re not embarrassed or ashamed like he is.

“I’m so sorry you had to, um…. I haven’t had a night this bad in weeks. Shit, I’m sorry.” His guilt is palpable but you stop him in his tracks.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about Bucky. It’s healthy, you need it and I’m happy to help. Any way I can.” He’s beyond shocked at your suggestion, your hand on his bare skin making him burn up.

“You can’t help me.” He whispers quietly. “The only way to make the ache stop is to cum until I can’t anymore.”

“That’s okay Bucky. If you’d like, I’ll help you take the ache away.” He can hardly believe his own ears, his cock almost answering for his brain. He’s wanted you for so long and now you’ve seen him like this and you’re making it clear that you want him too, despite what you’ve seen.

“Please. Only if you’re okay with it.” He’s nodding ever so slightly, but god, it takes everything in him not to cum again when you pull the sticky comforter back and take your little pyjamas off to straddle his throbbing length.

The moan that leaves his throat when you press your lips together is the sweetest you’ve heard yet, low and hoarse, showing just how badly he needs this.

You can’t tease him either. Neither of you need any foreplay whatsoever so why drag it out? You slide down on him with ease, a cry leaving him when he feels his oversensitive head rub against your velvety walls and he couldn’t even have dreamed you’d feel this good.

“O-oh, please tell me you’re on birth control.” He’s literally about to cum from this one smooth glide, his sweaty head buried in the crook of your neck.

“I am Bucky don’t worry. Can fill me as many times as you like.” It only takes two little rolls of your hips for him to explode with a whimper, his seed leaking from you, mingling with the mess already coating both of your bodies.

“G-god there’s so much cum. Fuck, you’re full already.” He flips you over onto your back to give you the slowest, sweetest thrusts. He does his very best to make sure that you cum as many times as he does after that and a few hours later when his cock finally softens, you have a tender shower together to clean each other up before both of you head up the hall to your room to sleep on some fresh sheets.

The rest of this: Part 1, Part 2

[noteguk]

bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. 

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while. 

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day 

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple 

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from. 

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea. 

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids. 

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings. 

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons. 

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon. 

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place. 

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body. 

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.” 

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes. 

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect. 

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot. 

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really. 

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?” 

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.” 

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled. 

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.” 

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.” 

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.” 

“And what is?” You asked. 

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.” 

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.” 

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.” 

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container. 

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.” 

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.” 

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.” 

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?” 

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.” 

He frowned. “Is that your answer?” 

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?” 

“Because I like giving back to the community.” 

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.” 

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.” 

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?” 

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.” 

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.” 

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” 

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?” 

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.” 

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?” 

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.” 

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.” 

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment. 

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily. 

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious. 

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“ 

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.” 

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.” 

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully. 

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.” 

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive. 

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?” 

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.” 

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave? 

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all. 

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.” 

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?” 

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin. 

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.” 

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.” 

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.” 

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?” 

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly. 

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.” 

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?” 

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?” 

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.” 

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.” 

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.” 

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.” 

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like. 

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening. 

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.” 

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you. 

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—” 

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?” 

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable. 

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.” 

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.” 

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded. 

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought. 

“Turn around for me,” he asked. 

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.” 

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked. 

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat. 

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?” 

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time. 

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.” 

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.” 

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.” 

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”  

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.” 

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.” 

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface. 

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.” 

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.” 

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.” 

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank. 

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed. 

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?” 

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.” 

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.” 

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you. 

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state.  “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.” 

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his. 

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that. 

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?” 

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways. 

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.” 

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him. 

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.” 

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...” 

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?” 

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.” 

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.” 

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.” 

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.” 

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.” 

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm. 

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.” 

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat. 

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home. 

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…” 

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.” 

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?” 

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?” 

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.” 

~ 

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises. 

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum. 

You, of course, promptly accepted it. 

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked. 

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.” 

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place. 

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”  

“And, by the way?” 

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time. 

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May I please request some headcanons about ruki and the devil s/o? I would love to see how you would interpret their relationship before I start anything official with them!

Ruki x Devil S/O Headcanons

Given the Devil’s role in the Bible, specifically the Adam and Eve plan, Ruki resonates with the idea of him being a figurative serpent while his Devil s/o is the Sovereign of Hell. 

Despite knowing this, he is aware that the Devil does not punish others out of the evil in their heart, but rather because the condemned deserve to be there. Simply put, he sees themselves both as people who just so happen to be the best at punishing others in general. 

And truth be told, Ruki knows his final destination in life will be Hell rather than Heaven. He is fully self-aware of the atrocities he has committed, but it’s for this reason he believes they are the perfect match as a romantic couple. After all, what better union than a Vampire who has spent most of his undead life punishing others and a Devil who is in charge of making people regret their actions on earth? 

It’s for this reason that he is also intrigued in their previous life before Hell, one in which they might have used to roam the heavens as an Angel of all beings, which he finds very ironic and relatable given how he used to be a human. Both of these distinct changes in who they are makes it easier for him to understand where the Devil comes from in all their decisions and whatnot. God abandoned the Devil, much like how Ruki’s parents abandoned him. 

As romantic partners, they might spend most of their free time indulging in the world’s pleasures and wonders, curiously enough. This is because Ruki surmises the Devil has had their fair share of facilitating eternal punishment and damnation and thus would enjoy a breath of fresh air somewhere less reminiscent of home. Not too gloomy yet also not too saintly, either. 

It’s for that same reasoning that the two most likely met somewhere fairly ordinary. Immediately they were able to discern that the other is not human and is of a demonic race, therefore they eventually bonded through their shared experiences and trauma and learned to accommodate for one another’s strengths and weaknesses.

Ruki often reminds the Devil that they are truly no paragon of evil like everyone makes them out to be, whereas the Devil helps Ruki realize that he should live for himself rather than his benefactor, Karlheinz. After all, they have seen hundreds of thousands of people condemned to Hell for making the wrong, regrettable choices in life, some of whom most likely carried out deeds for a greater recreant behind the scenes, as is the case with evil syndicates, mafias and the like. 

On the other hand, Ruki has shown the Devil that they are not in fact devilish or monstrous to him whatsoever, and if anything, he accepts all of them. This causes the Devil to feel vulnerable around the Vampire in ways that compel them to share everything together. 

Ever since they fell in love, the two grew very protective of one another. There is nothing Ruki wouldn’t do for the Devil, and vice versa. 

Aside from finding moments of respite, their hobbies consist of Ruki sharing new recipes and dishes he has cooked to appeal to the Devil’s attitude, as he assumes Hell would lack anything gourmet. Because of this, the two often bond over little things such as Ruki’s ironically human attempts at getting to know the Devil despite his vampirism. 

Together, they might help one another punish the damned. Ruki knows many creative ways to do so, which surprises even the Devil themselves. It feeds into his sadistic nature, though this is not a frequent pastime of theirs. 

Overall, they are a pair who, despite their vulnerabilities and their ties the story of Adam and Eve, throw all of those ‘god-given’ (in Ruki’s case, the godlike figure is Karlheinz) expectations out the window and embark on their own path together. Only when they are together can they carve their own fate. 

[unoriginalmess]

Untitled Feralnette Fic Ch. 1

Hiya there anyone who happens upon this first chapter of this fic. I would like to start out by saying that this is my first fanfic ever. I've been wanting to write a fic for the miraculous fandom for a while but I haven't had any inspiration until I stumbled upon this glorious AU created by @bigfatbreak. I highly suggest checking out all of their posts about this au because they are hilarious and genius and about 100 other amazing adjectives that could be used to describe them and their posts. Anyways enough with my rant and let's get on with the fic. ⚠️Slight angst⚠️ ⚠️Swearing⚠️

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When Marinette got home after her and Luka's breakup, all she could do was cry. She wanted to be with him, but her Ladybug duties came first. If lying is a deal breaker for him, then maybe it was best that they ended it now while their relationship was still in its early stages. Still, she couldn't help but feel the loss of her first relationship. She ended up crying for a whole entire day. She just hoped that Hawkmoth(or Shadowmoth or whatever the fuck he wanted to be referred to as this week) wasn't feeling particularly akuma-y today, because she didn't know if she could bottle up all these feelings, even though the world is relying on her ability to do so.

Ugggghhh!! It has been exhausting having to be "happy and perfect Marinette" and "happy and perfect Ladybug" All. The. Time. She's also pretty sure that Hawkmoth had discovered the similarities in her personality as Marinette to Ladybug, and that's why she's been targeted by multiple akumas lately. She has had to have her emotions under control even more than usual. If only there was a way to get Hawkmoth to stop targeting her. Maybe she should just not give a fuck anymore. Haha as if! It couldn't be that easy! Could it?

The more she thinks about it the more it starts to make sense. If she just let herself go completely crazy as Marinette, she would be killing like 10 birds with one stone. She would get hawkmoth off of her trail, she wouldn't have to deal with having to hide her emotions all of the time, she wouldn't have to deal with the added stress of maintaining her perfect persona, she wouldn't have to deal with the stress of Lila's lies taking her friends away if she didn't have friends in the first place, and so much more stress would be taken off of her plate! It was perfect! It might hurt a little at first, but it's for the best in the end. She spent that night planning out her outfit for tomorrow, doing her homework, and going to sleep knowing that, in the morning, François Dupont isn't gonna know what hit them.

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Adrien Agreste had been having a rough week. He had been abandoned on patrol by ladybug, been broken up with by his girlfriend, and was feeling completely and utterly alone. He knows that his lady has been feeling overwhelmed by her guardian duties lately, and that he 100% deserved that verbal lasting that kagami had given him but he couldn't help but feel this way. He was also feeling guilty about lying to kagami and leading her on for so long. After she broke up with him he took some time to assess his feelings for her and realized that he had more of an admiration for her than an infatuation. He definitely didn't feel the same way about her that she felt about him. She told him that she LOVED HIM, and he was so distracted (blinded) by ladybug that he didn't even process her confession. So, he was looking forward to Sunday morning. He cleared his schedule and on that beautiful Sunday morning, he did what he is only allowed to do on very rare occasions: sleep in. Or at least... thats what he had planned on doing.

When Nathalie had knocked on his door that morning Adrien was not in a good mood. He vaguely heard her say something about father wanting him downstairs in some amount of time for something involving a business partners child and some other robotic sounding words that his half asleep brain couldn't process completely.

"I have a cleared schedule this morning, Nathalie. What could father possibly want me for that is more important than my precious sleep?" He asked snappily.

"Your father wants you downstairs to welcome the new guest that will be living in the house for the rest of the school year. You have 15 minutes to make yourself look presentable and I suggest leaving the attitude upstairs," she half informed/half reprimanded him. As she walked away, Adrien reluctantly rose from his nice warm bed and went to go get ready with only one thought racing through his mind: Who could possibly be staying with them?

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Felix Culpa was not looking forward to living at the Agreste mansion for the rest of the school year, but for their parents' sake they would do what they had to. It wasn't all for their parents either, they were also concerned about the strange "dissapearance" of Emilie (who was his aunt in all ways except blood relation) and about the treatment of Adrien since said "disappearance".

You see, Felix Culpa is the heir to the Culpa Fabric Empire. The Culpas have been the sole fabric supplier of the Agreste brand since the very beginning. Felix's mom Diana was best friends with Emilie since their college days. Diana and Emilie made the deal with the two brands because as best friends who are both involved in the same industry, it just made sense to have a business relationship with each other. Diana never really cared for Gabriel as a person, but she could tell that he loved Emilie more than anyone else in the world so she could tolerate him for the sake of her best friend.

When Emilie went missing, Diana was absolutely devastated and tried anything she could to find her. She invested in missing person ads as large as billboards, organized search teams, tried to aid the police in their search for her in any way she could, but there was no leads, no legitimate calls to the number on the billboards, and the search team came up empty handed. While she was doing all of this to try to find her, she couldn't help but be furious over the fact that Gabriel was doing nothing to help in the search. All he did was hole himself up in his oversized mansion and call it a day.

The last straw for Diana was when Gabriel tried to use the "grieving my wife" excuse to try to abuse their business arrangement. That day, she told him that the Culpa brand would no longer be associated with the Agreste brand and that after the new collection is released, he would need to find a new fabric supplier. She knew that the Agreste brand would take a huge hit from having sub-par fabric, but she never thought that Gabriel would try to make up for that fact by using Adrien as a walking mannequin and locking him up in the desolate prison that he calls a home. As soon as she realized that he was doing this she scrambled to find a solution.

That is how Felix ended up here, standing in front of the mansion they would be living in for the next 9 months in exchange for Gabriel getting back into the Culpa brand's good graces. Don't get them wrong, they were excited about being able to be in Paris, home of the most innovative fashion pieces in the world, and about being able to see their honorary cousin Adrien (who wasn't half bad to be around despite him having no backbone whatsoever when it came to anything involving his father) but dealing with Mr. Agreste was definitely one of the low points of this arrangement.

They decided to just get it over with and knocked on the door. It was opened by the man that their cousin affectionately referred to as Gorilla. They nodded a thank you to the man, remembering that he was a man of few words, and proceeded to the bottom of the staircase. Mr. Agreste stood at the top with a very tired looking Adrien a few steps down. Felix wasn't even slightly surprised that this is where he chooses to welcome his guests, looking down on people must give him some sort of power trip or something. It's almost as if he heard the phrase "It's over, Anakin, I have the high ground," and made that his own personal motto. Whatever, let him have the feeling of false power if he wanted it, Felix knows that they have all the power in this situation and they're sure that Gabriel knows it as well.

"Hello Felix," Mr. Agreste greeted them with the same amount of warmth in his voice as liquid nitrogen, "while you are staying in this house you will abide by my rules. Adrien will inform you of them and show you to your room. You will attend school with him in the morning and I'm sure that you already know that you must represent not only the Culpa brand, but also the Agreste as well. I will be in my office working, do not disturb me. Contact Nathalie with any questions that cannot be answered by Adrien." He finished his spiel and left to what Felix assumed was his office space.

"Hello Felix!" Adrien greeted him with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his sleepy state. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room."

Adrien led Felix to their room and listed all of the rules of the household that they were expected to follow. And... wow. Felix could not believe that their cousin had to live like this. The only social interaction this kid gets is at school and fencing? Pre-approved outings only with people determined socially acceptable by Gabriel? And if he gets even one "B" he isn't even going to be allowed to go to school at all? Felix knew that the living situation was bad for Adrien but know the only question running through their head was: What did they get themselves into??

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And... thats it for chapter 1! Mostly background info at this point, but next chapter will be the class' reaction to feralnette and felinette meeting for the first time. I just want to say thanks again to @bigfatbreak for giving me the inspiration to write a fic for the first time ever. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, I'm always looking to improve, especially at writing since this is my first time posting anything I've written online, so I want to get better so that I can make better content for you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know and I'll make a tag list for ya. :)

[lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall]

The Spark That Split the Seas - Poseidon x Reader x Thor

(A/N)

Hey guys I’m back! I’ve been grinding hard for a new character that I’d gotten in this game, Genshin Impact, so I’m sorry for the absence! Anyways, as always, I want to thank you all for the support on my past two stories and on my account, I truly appreciate every one of you! On a story-related note, since I’d mentioned on my previous post that I had a lot of Poseidon x Reader x Thor fics written in my drafts, I decided to post one so you guys could also join me in the feels! Any feedback would be appreciated! This was originally shorter than the final story you’re seeing now, as I’d first only written their dialogues, but as usual, I excitedly itched into making a story out of it!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Spark That Split the Seas

Poseidon x Reader x Thor

For more than all the millennia the gods and other species alike had known the lonely kingdom of Atlantis, never once did the crashing waves gave way to the chirping of the largest Albatrosses until now. Otherworldly flying creatures joined with the familiar exclusively earthly ones in enjoying the ebb and flow of the ocean, albeit this time, the hungry ocean appeared more satiated and seemed to follow a regular pattern ‘from sudden crash to a long calm, to crash again then back to another lengthy calm;’ life in the sea rejoiced in this odd occurrence.

Beautiful yellow sun rays poured through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope pattern on the large interiors of the kingdom ruled by the god of the seas, and catching the reflection of his nonchalant visage. The long, elegant dining table filled with every kind of seafood delectable imaginable also fell victim to the light, along with a figure that sat down opposite, whose invitation was clear.

Hidden from this heavenly atmosphere were the prying eyes of a little messenger bird who stood unobtrusively behind one of the tall pillars near the far end of the room, halting his slide just in time to witness this miracle:

The living bearer of the most fearsome title, the ruler of both this grandiose palace of the most precious gems and coral and all the oceans and waters, the almighty Poseidon, though against all reason and self-proved authority whatsoever, against the epics of Greek poets, was indulged, seemingly willingly, in the pleasure of having another’s company. In the shadows, Hermes’ red eyes shot wide open in shock.

Poseidon, the ever abrupt and rude god who had deemed most beings to be below him, received a guest, a still breathing one at that.

What in the gods’ name?

In a tone of haughty contempt, a grunt escaped from Poseidon’s lips. Finishing chewing the last bite of delicious food in your mouth, you nodded your head in earnest agreement with his point. Your next words were uttered with the firmness of an old sage who had all the answers, your beliefs shaped by the countless lifetimes you had lived.

“Existing is painful.” Your shoulders bobbed with your chuckle.

Although Poseidon felt a small measure of relief−a feeling that by habit had always been easy to brush-off with a condescending thought, his face betrayed nothing as his stoic features remained still. “If you agree, then why not allow me to kill you this instant?” As if to emphasize his strength, the crashing sound of dreadful combat between waves and rocks rang in the air, and you almost wished that a low rumble of thunder accompanied it, finding beauty in its loud peals, and additionally giving a volume of inspiration to Michelangelo below.

Despite your gaze being unrequited, you were sure you had the god’s attention. Since arriving here, Poseidon noted that your expression had always been smoothed into a calm, smiling one. “If you had intended to kill me, we would not be having this conversation right now.”

Poseidon sat rigid and silent.

“It’s a comfortingly tragic drama, my circle of life. I may not have been lucky to acquire a life as long as that of the gods, but I have definitely lived more times than you have.” Your words were so nonchalant, for a second there Poseidon thought you were kidding.

“That is for the simple fact that you mortals are weak, pathetic.” Lips as pink as young petunias touched the clear edge of the wine glass as Poseidon’s eyes closed, content to give over to listen.

“Yes, we are.” You paused. “But because of this frailty, we learned to adapt, evolve.”

“There is no need for evolution if you are perfect from the moment of conception. Hence why gods such as I, will always be above you.”

“You’re correct. Humans will never become gods after all,” Again, Poseidon found himself absorbing your words like a sponge. At the same time, he experienced an occasional sharp prick at the edge of his emotions, as if signaling him to pull back. “The same as gods will never become like humans.”

“Extremely foolish of you to think that trash is worthy of the shiniest Orichalcum. Your race has been created by us, for us, and will therefore always be inferior.”

“Humans are inferior in all aspects, this, is a fact. It is hence no accident that there is a history of rebellion and consequently, a false notion of superiority. But to be able to look beyond this, is to understand that we never truly intended to surpass animals nor the gods themselves. The nature of our desire: everything was meant for either survival or man’s search for meaning.

“We are by nature flawed and inconsistent creatures. And as you have no doubt seen for yourself as well, despite reaching all our goals, achieving our wildest dreams, we have never reached a position where satisfaction is achieved.” Keenness made your words sound almost heroic. There was a twinkle in your eye and a lilt in your voice, and Poseidon found that now he had a much clearer picture of your reputation for an irrepressible desire to see what is beyond your reach as you questioned: “If I may ask, as I have seen the gods share this sentiment of looking for meaning, do you feel an inkling of the same?”

When Poseidon had put the wine glass down, he hesitated a moment, his supposedly closed mind wavering between doubt and certainty. He would never come to understand this, nor admit to feeling this dissonance, but at last, he shook his head at his consideration, trying to reduce the unpleasantness he felt by the same way he had always used to get out of extremely rare difficulties.

“Do not disrespect me, mortal.” He knew himself that it was an empty threat.

“Those were never my intentions.” You bowed with great respect, but there was at the same time apparent in your manner the consciousness that while Poseidon would never in any way confirm your statement, he did not necessarily refute it. Your heart rose in gratitude as you regarded him with a look of affection, believing in your intellectual companionship.

“Lord Poseidon, as the fearsome god of the seas, what is the meaning of life for you?” The god surveyed your reflection in one of the golden plates, and maybe it was because he had acted in a charitable way towards you, but he saw brightness, a refreshing difference, as if there were no heavy shackles to weigh you down.

“My husband has always been in search of a worthy opponent. What about you?”

It was like a pin came dangerously close to the rational bubble of Poseidon’s beliefs. But then your words penetrated his mind, and he berated himself for almost falling prey, yet…

“Perfection.” Poseidon blurted out loud, full of self-indulgence, but uncomfortable with the thought of pity reeking from his pores, a role that was clearly uncharacteristic of him.

Tilting your head, your brows meshed inquisitively upon hearing this. “This presents the conundrum; you are already perfect, as should all the gods. Since you have explained, gods have always been pristine, perfect, the moment you all were born.

“So, if you have already achieved the meaning and purpose of your life, what is there left to live for?” There was something entrancing in your guileless form, and Poseidon was displeased that another should feel such an interest in your wise, unguarded character. “And if gods have already reached perfection, why is there an endeavor still for the dross of earth?”

For the first time in Poseidon’s life, he was receptive of contraries. Not one single time, had he ever been in the position where he listened, much more considered the act of interpretation. What he said goes, but for some frustrating reason, he was coming to terms of mutual respect; whenever he was sitting opposite you, chin in hand, the more he caught the flame.

Quickly, he stopped that train of thought and he seamed his mouth, stoic. Only his eyes betrayed a spark of defiance. “Stop asking ridiculous questions.”

Again, you bowed. “I apologize if I have overstepped such boundaries.”

“You better be.” With a look of eager inquiry, Poseidon asked, “Why are you not afraid of me? Is it because you are confident Thor would protect you?” One thing that distressed him was that the more he was alone with you, the more he saw your hands, always ungloved, noticed the wedding-ring on your finger. That closed circle excluded him, his face registering the insult. “As expected from a repulsive weakling,”

“No. I know he would be there for me whenever I should need him, and also the times when I don’t.” You said still a smile on your mouth.

Although you were unaware of the eagle eyes that were watching your every move, you had the instinct. You did not need all the information, and you had nothing to hide. Your shoulders were loose, back wasn’t ramrod straight and you exuded a carefree attitude. “The sole reason why my fears have dissipated is because perhaps, I enjoy your conversation.”

To say this whole exchange took Hermes by surprise would be an understatement. After the initial expression of shock, he laughed lowly.

You continued, “I have already accepted your beliefs. No one is entitled to those except yourself.

“If I were to die from imparting what my beliefs are, that is simply fate, a tragedy, but nonetheless, fate. Of course, I would try my best to avoid disappearing from this lifetime, seeing as I have made a promise with my husband, to continue to fight for my life, shall needed, until the very end.” Poseidon’s grip tightened the slightest bit.

“I believe that despite our obvious differences, we are simply two being who each have our own unique experiences that shape our views and beliefs. For hundreds of millennia, I’d seen calamity from all angles; mainly conflicts over a universal truth,

“But so long as there are questions, there will never be one solid concrete truth. And I’m okay with that.” You concluded.

Compliments never rolled off Poseidon’s tongue easily, since in his view they were nothing but hollow words. But this time, he could hardly slip a word in bad taste. He thought it pleasant to hear you, but it could not distract him from the uninvited presence in his throne room.

“You’re a heretic.” His usual strong voice beckoned your attention, discerning the sternness on the table of his expression to be forced. No matter, you had just enough of a last glimpse to see his face looking younger in repose.

“I have been labeled as such.” You noticed the unique rhythm of the crashing waves seemed to have settled along the sand grains, and you admitted it was so beautiful and timeless.

“You’re dismissed.” Poseidon believed in being straightforward with affairs. Since the conversation has ended, the final interchange of words was not likely to be a substantive one. Though this was his original reason, the face at the forefront of his mind right now was not yours but Hermes’.

You stood up and curtsied to show your gratitude. “Very well. It was splendid to be in your company this afternoon.”

Blue eyes followed you as you began walking away, and he watched you until you went out of sight when you began to ascend the Skíðblaðnir, a ship so completely reserved only for you by the Kingdom of the Norse. Then Poseidon’s ears turned toward the messenger’s direction.

Hermes quickly dashed to Poseidon and knelt to greet him with such a great respect akin to the expectations all elderly gods have always expected of their younger ones.

“We gods are perfect beings from the very start; therefore, we do not plot schemes nor engage in disagreements.” The implication registered with a jolt, and Hermes felt his mouth open as the real reason for your invitation became clear. He fought the urge to look at where Adamas had died brutally as a lowlife, not failing to recognize that this was the exact opposite of that faded history.

Finding quiet when Hermes immediately left, the god of the seas stared at his dominion, taking deep breaths of the air, not feeling the normal icy sting carried by the ocean. Over again he dwelt upon in his conversations with you, interested to find out if the Norse god of thunder had been able to sustain a similar type of conversation.

The very first quiver of interest sparked through Poseidon and though he did not recognize it nor perceived it, he understood the most important things, the only ones he ever needed to:

You did not seek validation nor attention. You had no fear of death, neither of the hardships of life.

Your depths of wisdom were unparalleled throughout the realms, which he would comment on its wasted potential, however, he knew Hermes already understood that part of it.

And the god of messenger did, as the word got around slowly but surely:

“There would always be those who dare to brave the ocean’s roar, but there was only one who withstood it.”