#don't be 5; don't just go opposite of what someone else likes to spite them

[medicinemane]

One big mistake people make is deciding that because someone they don't like enjoys something, that mean the something is bad

Easy example from my own life, Max who I'm no longer friends with and just... there were elements of a decent person in there once, but I don't think so anymore... anyway, Max likes Infected Mushroom

So my dad and my Mr Dumbass of a friend decided that Infected Mushroom is a bad band and it's like...

Mr Dumbass, you've been to a concert of there's with me and Max and another person (didn't care for the way the venue did things), you like them or at least have liked them... I'm pretty sure you introduced them to Max

They didn't become a bad band magically because one idiot likes them

Like people just lose the ability to judge things on merit when there's a chance to shit on something that someone they don't like enjoys and... it mostly screws you over and makes you look like a fool, you know?

So try not to do that, try not to shit on something just cause someone you don't like likes it

[charliesimss]

All 30 of the character Questions for Willow please! 🥰

1. When they tap their fingers do they use the pads of their fingers or their nails? The pads of them, she doesn't have very long nails so they wouldn't make a sound.

2. What textures can they absolutely not stand? Bathing suite material whatever that's called. She'd rather just wear undies in the pool if she has to.

3. How long can they go without showering before they feel gross? Probably two days, she's a crusty granola girl who could shower in pond water.

4. Do they leave clothes on the floor or a chair? On her beddd

5. Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed? Seeing as her bedroom is a dorm room or a van, closed. She'd never admit it, but she was scared living in her van at night. The dorm is much safer she feels and she shares which makes it more comforting.

6. Which do they prefer: 3am or 3pm? 3pm, golden hour granola girl

7. If they suddenly woke up with animal ears and tails what animal would they be? I hate furries but can't she be a beaarrrr? They had ears and small tails. She has bear traits.

8. If they could only eat one thing for 20 days straight what would it be? Peanut butter pretzels from costco, or PB nutella sandwich.

9. Are they the type to re-read a book? Only book she's reread has been for church, so she doesn't really see the point in rereading others.

10. Would they want to know the exact date and time of their death? Uhhhmm no she's too anxious, she'd never leave the house again.

11. What’s their favourite mythological creature? Unicorn easily.

12. If they had to listen to one song on repeat 100+ times what would it be? ONCE AGAIN doesn't listen to music, but she'd love the Lumineers

13. Do they believe in an afterlife? Yeah she believes in heaven from a religious POV because she was raised a lot around that, she was just taught that's what's after death, and she was homeschooled so she didn't have anyone else telling her otherwise. She still believes in it even being grown up and exploring the world, it's comforting.

14. When they get tired do their eyelids twitch? They wouldn't, they'd get heavy and start closing, but I don't think that's twitching.

15. What are their favourite textures? MOSS

16. Do they crack their joints? Never! Girls can't.

17. Would they eat/drink something too hot or wait for it to cool? She would blow on it, especially cause she cooks a lot on the fire while camping, it would be dangerous to eat that, so she always lets stuff cool down first.

18. Are they the type to adopt strays? (Animals or people) She does get along better with people that don't have a set place.

19. Do they get work done straight away or wait until the last moment? Straight away! No late assignments from her! She'd get anxiety.

20. How do they bathe/shower? Long or short? Hot or cold? Whenever she's home she takes atrociously long baths, like going on two hours, she does her everything bath, and then showers after to wash her hair twice.

21. Are they the type to daydream? Yes so much, she'll daydream all day in class, looking out the window and all. Very cliche.

22. Do they work best in a messy space or a neat space? Neat space! Living in a dorm and a van she'd not have a lot of space to get messy, so it all has to be organized.

23. Do they keep any personal photos? Yes, depending on if everyone in her family is still alive, she keeps pictures of her and them together, and special ones of just...the specific person that died. She'd probably just keep them in a scrap book though, and her phone.

24. Do they indulge in anything? Probably like new shoes, or camping gear that's expensive, there's some high class hiking boots out there she would've bought maybe with birthday money.

25. Would they do the exact opposite of what someone says just to spite them? No! She'd be mad a little depending on who the person was, but like if her mom told her not to do something, she'd listen and respect her, they're friends.

26. If they’re alone and hear a noise would they go and investigate? No! Anything she hears outside while camping alone she assumes is a small animal or sasquatch, depending on the sound. And she just chooses to be okay with it and see if the sound did anything in the morning when it's brighter.

27. If they’re lost what is the first thing they would do? Take out her phone to check for service, and pull up a map, if she didn't have service she'd get her compass out and find which way was north, because north is usually the right way to go.

28. What is that one dream that makes no sense but is absolutely terrifying? Her having to go to public high school for the rest of her life as if it's her job, despite never setting foot in a public high school.

29. What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done just because someone said they couldn’t? Probably free climbed a cliff on a girl scout trip without a harness. And fell and broke her ankle very embarrassingly.

30. Are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured? She'd probably cry about it, she doesn't have a high pain tolerance.

[shadesofrainbowsblog]

Part 2

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I'm looking at him so is he, in this gloomy night his look is piercing into mine. Am I the only weirdo that finds drowsy eyes are beady? His eyes are so mysteriously mesmerizing. I don't know him, I don't remember knowing him however, this may become Déjà vu someday. His face says the opposite, he's filled with waves of sadness, it reflects on his face. I just feel he doesn't have the energy to hide it. He's broken and lost, he's all alone lonely, and quiet. At this point, I remembered a quote " Silence isn't empty, it's full of answers ". Doesn't his silence have answers too?

It's been long that we are staring at each other, and the situation is turning awkward. He's still staring cluelessly "why?" What is in his head? Girl you should stop being curious! I turned my gaze to another direction in spite me having goosebumps either from looking at him or from the chill wind.

This park is my favorite place to chill. You can look at people, study their facial reactions, inhale the fresh air, clear your mind, run, exercise, or even scream aloud to vent out. My eyes were scanning for uncle James I don't see him anywhere, he's an amazing artist. Love tagging his canvas board and his supplies with him all day. He sits on the left bench near the small lake and paints for hours. He's a loner gifted with golden hands.

Kids are only afraid of his grumpiness otherwise, he's a lovely Panda. It's been a long time since I have known Uncle James, he is like a father to me, a great mentor, and a teacher who has taught me how to draw and paint. He is the one who awakened many of my hidden talents and skills. Sometimes we talk for hours about books and even review them. My eyes kept searching for him but ended up with disappointment. Many complications going on and I need him at this moment for a hug which he would have welcomed me with open hands and lent an ear for me to grumble out. I really miss him now, wish he was here now.

My mind started wandering again, thinking about the stranger, his grief, and his attractive eyes. Immediately I began to sweat, I woke up from the bench and started walking home without turning back. I reached home within minutes while carrying him in my mind. Who is he? He's an unknown person to me who seemed to be a normal guy, He's in his average height around 5 ft 6, small build dusky skin beardy in his 30s maybe. I turned back to look, and saw him walking towards his house, Is he following me? Is he a threat? It doesn't feel so, I'm feeling a sense of calmness seeing him. I slammed the door and turned off the other lights and left one on. I'm in my "hygge" mode I continued reading, this time with full focus and energy, the story is picking up and I'm living into one of the characters who is experiencing alexithymia. My eyes became tired its almost midnight, it was time to fall in love with my bed. I walked to pull the curtains together and saw him at the window again! I immediately squat down to avoid him..what's this ??? Why is he always by the window? Is he waiting for someone, however, He's looking towards my window. I'm beginning to be nervous but fearless. Is he a stalker? Oh god, my mind is so messed up with this stranger. I crawled all the way to my bedroom and shut it. I made sure I've locked it and stood up shaking my head hard. I'm really exhausted to be thinking about only him and nothing else. Anyone could be questioning me why am I wasting time fussing about this stranger. To be honest I really don't know why I'm attracted and being curious about him. I felt the silence, the neighborhood, my lane, and my home are silent. My mind is complicated my heart is in search of something. I'm investing so much time and effort in impractical issues.

Got refreshed and I jumped on my bed, I realized the only valueless thing I did new today is thinking about the unknown which doesn't make sense at all yet my mind wonders over him urging me to know more about him ." yea " "yea " it can be dangerous, yet life is all about taking chances. I'm exhausted I tried to get some sleep as it's already late, although I'm not working tomorrow I need to wake up early to focus on my pending to-do. Pulled my blanket to my chest and closed my eyes. Warmth! Something that I've not felt in a long time, feels like ages, I'm not saying warmness received by the sun, it's something you get from "the one" comfortable soothing heat that you never wanna let go or have it gone. I remember this warmth, his hand in mine I hold it tight that I don't want to let go., his body odor is pleasant that I could identify him even in my half-sleep. Felt him beside me, I turned over to snuggle close to him, he nuzzled my forehead. "Why were you late B? It felt like forever", "ssshhhuuu...I'm here now never leaving you again. I'm going to protect you baby, I promise".He's hugging me tightly while caressing my hair. " I missed you so much baby" and kissed muah! muah! muah! on my temple, cheeks, and moving down to my neck. I felt his tears rolling, I turn to face him, wiping his tearful eyes, and uttered "I miss you too B' " I missed you lots" my lips pressed on his, smooching him. We broke that and hugged each other tightly. I don't want him to leave, never ever want him to leave again.

- Retrouvailles...Retrouvailles- the happiness of meeting again after a long time

[likeastarstar]

My Little Monster Pt. 5

(A/N: LONG AWAITED PART FIIIIVE! LIke I previously mentioned, Yoongi and OC broke up (sorry) so this is Jungkook x OC. Consider this my apology to everyone left heartbroken after the last part....feedback is appreciated!)

WARNING! Rated R, penetrative sex, OC x Jungkook, ex-bf!Yoongi, fmf threesome, vaginal fingering, fxf type shenanigans, kissing, spanking, oral sex, mentions of death, slight angst, loveable yet messy af OC

Prequel, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four. masterlist.

It had been months since you left Yoongi. Or since he had left you- the details weren't important and hurt too much to think back on. You didn't know your heart could hurt even after you died- you weren't even sure demons had hearts.

You spent a lot of time alone, you spent a lot of time with Jungkook. He didn't say more than you wanted him to, didn't ask any questions or push you to do anything out of your scope of reason.

You got better eventually- things got easier. Slowly, the fog that followed you around with Yoongi, the lovesick cloud that tinted everything pink and red, lifted gradually and left you with a clarity. It was the first time you hadn't been weighed down by anything- anger or spite or love.

It was light and airy and you didn't know what to do with yourself.

"Is it bad that I don't feel worse?" You asked one day, stretched out on the chaise lounge Jungkook kept in his living room.

Moving back in with him felt like coming home, a feeling you initially felt reluctant to accept. Jungkook was more than happy to have you- he always said the two of you belonged at each other's side. Jungkook looked up from the guitar he was putting new strings on, an expression of concentration still on his face. He pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment, humming in that silvery tone of his.

"No, that part I understand," He shrugged, "That's how I felt too."

You frowned, narrowing your eyes at him, "What do you mean?"

He smirked, setting down the guitar and settling into his place on the carpet, back leaning against the couch opposite to you, "I forget that you haven't always been with me. I guess that's stupid, since I'm the one who changed you from human to demon."

You grumbled in response, feeling vaguely like a teenager. He laughed and continued, sighing wistfully.

"I too was victim to the charms of a human once," He flourished in a wistfully dramatic tone, "She was like a drug to me- I did everything for her, even went hunting for a way to turn her into a demon so we could be together forever like some twisted shakespeare shit."

You laughed softly, rolling onto your side and propping your head up with your palm under your cheek, full attention turned towards him now.

"So what happened?" You asked eagerly, "Am I just the millionth girl you've turned in hopes of a girlfriend or something?"

He laughed and shook his head, hair bouncing around, jet black locks seemingly completely unaffected by gravity in the way yours was. Yours ran past your shoulder and pooled by your elbow, tickling skin on the way down.

"No, you're the only one I've ever turned." He said lightly. "And I'm never doing it again- you're it."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Part of you wanted to ask more- pry into his mind that he rarely let you in. He didn't say anything more, going back to restringing his guitar.

You let out a puff of annoyance, whining dramatically, "I hate not being able to know exactly what you're thinking- Yoongi was always so easy to read, I could always tell what he was feeling and what was going through his head. Now all I can feel is my own fucking emotions and I don't what to do with them."

Jungkook snorted and gave you a pointed look, eyebrow piercing catching the light as he raised his eyebrows, "That's how people normally work- ironic, right? You're forced to act more human when you're with other demons and you don't have to constantly be aware of someone else's feelings and thoughts."

He had a point- but that was also the problem, wasn't it? Ever since you had separated yourself from Yoongi- your mind was full of thoughts you couldn't control. Before Yoongi, you were all consumed with thoughts of disgust for humans, surrounded by their negative feelings of dread and hate. Then, when you met Yoongi- it all switched to obsessive love that left no room for anything else.

Now that you were alone, your mind couldn't help but wander. Your eyes did the same now, lingering on Jungkook and the way his fingers stretched and flexed around the neck of his guitar, winding thick cords around tuning knobs.

"Well how am I supposed to know how you feel about things then?" You ask obliviously, feeling like a child. You had gotten so used to always being in control of the situation but here was Jungkook, throwing you for a loop.

"Ask me," He challenged, sitting upright and staring at you. "I'll tell you the truth, don't you trust me?"

"More than anyone else," You mumbled under your breath, barely above a whisper.

"Good," He said softly. The two of you stared at each other, eyes drifting over each others' figures. You hummed, an intruding thought wondering when Jungkook got so...

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you in humorous suspicion, a small smile on his face, "We've been getting along too well lately, haven't we?"

"Wanna fight instead?" You joked, grinning at him.

He didn't- but he did want to eat. The two of you found yourselves at the club you used to frequent before you went psycho-killer.

"Do you want to share?" You asked, raising your eyebrows expectantly at Jungkook.

He smirked, sizing you up with a surprised look in his eye. You didn't like to share- it was a historical fact that had led to a million arguments between the two of you but here you were, asking for it. He shrugged, taking a deep breath like he was about to embark on a treacherous journey.

"We haven't done that in awhile, sure you can handle it?" He teased, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. You felt your body warm to the idea and your hands tingle, nodding quickly. You were sure- you were ready. He sucked in a quick breath and reflected your nod back to you, placing you directly in front of him, so close his chest brushed against your shoulder blades and you could feel his breath warm the shell of your ear, "Let's go dancing then."

You had forgotten how dangerous dancing with Jungkook could be. His solid chest anchoring you as warm hands closed over your waist. It was getting hard to breath, his hands steading you as you rocked against him to the beat of the music blaring in your ear. There was so much palpable energy in the air- it was the one reason Jungkook referred to clubs like this as demon restaurants.

Everybody gets horny when they dance, he would say with an annoying laugh.

You were simply along for the ride, swayed by the sweet cotton candy taste of lust melting on your tongue. It wasn't enough- you needed something closer to feel truly full, but it would do for now. You thought of it as an appetizer, spinning around in Jungkook's arms so that your hips were pressed together, letting him slip his thigh between your legs and push up.

His fingers dragged up your sides to your shoulders, trailing back down the length of your arm. You shuddered at the light touch tickling your skin, letting him entangle your smaller hands in his. Jungkook knew what you liked, swaying you around like a puppet on strings. His touches were unpredictable, the two of you moving around like magnets. The top you were wearing didn't cover much and your pants hugged close to your curves, giving you direct contact with Jungkook's searing hot skin- why did he run so warm?

"Missed this- dancing with you like this," You confessed, looking up at him. He had an unfocused look in his eye that only sharpened when he noticed your gaze on him, pupils blown out.

He watched you out of the corner of his eye, grinning openly, "Feels right, doesn't it?"

It felt like your pulse blended into the bass of whatever song was playing, unaware of much beside the way Jungkook felt against you. The two of you had done this a million times and synced your movements seamlessly, hands pulling and pushing each other. Jungkook laughed, spinning you around twice rapidly, the room blurring out.

You steadied yourself against him, smiling more genuinely than you had in months. You let out a shaky breath, hands squeezing at his thick biceps as your tits pressed into his chest. You hadn't bothered to wear a bra- you were sure he could tell and you rested your forehead on his shoulder just to avoid the look that must be plastered all over his face.

"Good job, you've already got a few good options staring at us," He mumbled in your ear, his hand coming up to push your face up to his. He dipped down to bite your earlobe, making you jerk in reaction and grind down onto his leg, still swaying to the music. "Did you want a boy or a girl?"

"W-Which do you want?" You stammered, looking at him with wide eyes.

He smiled a little, just enough to make his dimples pop out. It was the kind of smile that reached his eyes before his mouth- your favorite one, "Tonight's about you. You decided you wanted us to do this, you can choose. Just relax and blow off some steam, don't you think you deserve it?"

No- you didn't. The thought of being close to another human still made your stomach turn- made you feel weak and foolish. You wished this was enough- being here with Jungkook. It was strange, your own feelings and emotions weren't at all affected by his. You thought it would make you feel lonely, not having Yoongi and his moods to dictate your own- but it felt different, clear. Like cool water running over you.

"Girl," You said decisively, "Girl."

He grinned, nodding before spinning you around sharply. He pressed into your back, his thick erection pushing into the small of your back. You panted, having to physically stop yourself from moaning as you felt him grind into you. The room felt a million degrees hotter- like molten lava cracking and fizzing with the energy flooding the air around you, coursing through you and Jungkook.

You drew an arm above your head, reaching behind you to cup the back of Jungkook's neck, liking the feeling of his tongue gliding down your neck.

"Do you see her? Across the room- tall, long legs, blonde?" He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked hazily, eyes skating over the hundreds of faces in the club before falling on the girl who was practically drooling watching Jungkook and you. You narrowed your eyes, noticing the slight smirk on her face when you made eye contact. You sighed, looking a couple feet over until you spotted another pair of eyes on you- jet black straight hair down to her ass, an almost disinterested look on her face until she noticed you looking back at her. She cocked an eyebrow and finished her drink, starting to walk over in your direction.

"Fuck the blonde- not my type," You said quickly, "Look at her."

"Oh fuck yes," Jungkook said gleefully, following your line of sight. He was about to say more before you cut him off and tugged him by the neck to kiss him. The angle was wrong and you had to tilt your head too far back but he tasted good and pressed you impossibly close to him. His tongue pushed and pulled against yours with an aggressive ferocity. He pulled away from you abruptly, confusing you until you straightened out and saw her.

She stood in front of you with an innocent smile, looking from you and Jungkook with a shy energy. She felt good- you could taste her from here and you hadn't even touched her yet. You sized her up and smiled, pleased with your choice. It didn't really matter what she looked like or what she kissed like- she was the meal and nothing more- but she kissed well.

Her lips were soft on yours and you smiled against her touch- kissing girls was an entirely divine experience. You felt Jungkook's lips on your neck while yours remained on hers and hands were everywhere on you- all at once. You were already wet and you wondered if Jungkook could tell, his knee still pressing up in between your legs as you swayed your hips against the meat of his thigh.

Was this wrong? Enjoying this so much? You should feel guilty- right? You squeezed your eyes shut- trying to drill it into your head that Yoongi didn't even remember who you were. He wouldn't care, it wouldn't hurt him.

This won't hurt him.

You pulled the girl close to you by the waist and liked that she was so transparent about her reactions- the flush of her cheeks and the trained gaze on you made you hungrier.

The three of you danced like that for awhile, swaying impossibly close with both of them pressed to either side of you. There was barely enough air between you to breathe but you liked it that way, liked the way she rolled into you as Jungkook pushed back- ebbing and flowing like fluid water. Jungkook kept his attention on you, liking the rare glimpse of you letting go completely. He told you as much, whispering encouraging words in your ear. You looked back at him, "Kiss her."

Jungkook's eyes widened, taken aback for a moment before nodding. You made a pleased noise and watched as he leaned over you, pinning you in place so that you couldn't move from in between them even if you wanted to. You tracked his eyes as he looked to the girl for confirmation, touching his lips to hers in the softest motion. She kissed him back, almost politely at first. You frowned, wondering if he was holding back to make you more comfortable and nudged him, pushing him closer to her.

Jungkook grunted in response and put more weight behind his lips, kissing her more intently now as she matched his energy. You felt the girl's hands tighten around you, holding you closer to her front as your chest pressed up against hers. She held you close by the hip, delicious friction distracting you for a moment. Jungkook was the first to pull away, nudging you towards her.

"You guys are a pretty couple," She mumbled, biting her lip.

"Thanks," Jungkook smiled before you could correct her. "Wanna get out of here?"

You weren't sure when it was decided that this was happening- normally you'd just make out with someone until you were satiated and then you left them high and dry. Jungkook clearly operated under different rules- not that you protested much. Suddenly the girl from the club was splayed out on your bed, legs parted as Jungkook undressed you behind, pressing kisses to newly exposed skin, "Is this okay? Are you okay with this?"

You nodded dumbly, eyes hazed over. How was she giving off this much energy? You felt enchanted, possessed by the familiar feeling of human lust. It was like you were an addict, relapsing after one tiny hit. You froze, turning to him, "Are you gonna let her touch you?"

You weren't sure why you asked or what you meant by it- but it was out there now and there was no taking it back.

He paused, looking back and forth from you to the girl clearly within earshot, "N-Not if you don't want me to?"

You looked back towards the girl, smiling at her. She smiled back at you and sat up, taking your hands and kissing up your stomach, "It's fine."

The thought of anyone besides you touching Jungkook didn't bother you much- not when she was basically a meal for him. You pictured instead the girl Jungkook had alluded to earlier- the human who he fell for- and you got nauseous. The thought of that was worse, the thought of that girl who you knew nothing about bothered you a lot for some reason.

So you pushed the thought away, telling yourself that it didn't matter. You body was flushed, hot to the touch as Jungkook said nothing more, pressing a hand flat on your back until you were forced to bend over, hovering above the girl.

"Can I touch you?" She asked, hand hovering over your exposed chest. You nodded and asked her the same, smiling at the polite tone she used in an all too impolite situation. Her fingers grazed your tits and rolled over yours nipples, getting more daring after a moment and beading them between her thumb and middle finger.

You kissed her to have something to do, pushing her lightly by the shoulder so she crept up the bed until your knees hit the bed frame. You anchored yourself to the bed with your hands on the soft comforter, jumping slightly when Jungkook dragged a finger under the elastic of your underwear, beginning at one hip and circling your leg until he got to your pussy, fiddling with the wet spot soaking the lace of your panties before ripping them off completely. You gasped when he began playing with you, erratically moving from your clit to your sticky, honeyed hole and back again.

Your body wasn't used to anyone else's touch- a long drought after Yoongi broken by Jungkook's familiar hands. He's touched you like this before, shared you with a human before- none of this was new and yet every brush of his skin against yours felt surprising, throwing you off kilter. Something felt different about it this time, something felt different about him.

"I don't normally deal with cocks, are you gonna walk me through this?" The girl beneath you joked, looking behind your shoulder towards Jungkook.

Did the human he loved look like her? Did she look like you?

You felt a tugging in your gut and wondered what response he gave- it wasn't anything he said aloud, but she seemed satisfied by the answer. You distracted yourself and kissed from her neck to her chest, taking one breast in your mouth and licking over her nipple. She moaned and sunk a hand in your hair, pushing you down further until your lips hovered over her pussy. You looked up at her, checking in quickly until she nodded and you latched your lips around her clit. Jungkook did the same to you instantly.

You touched her like you touched yourself, like you knew you liked so she must like it too. You mimicked Jungkook's motions, moaning against her pussy and trying to remember exactly what he was doing.

Jungkook's fingers dove into your pussy, spreading your folds and making your vision white out for a moment. His tongue licked at your clit, sucking it into his mouth and pushing against it rhythmically. Your hands were shaking and you felt overwhelmed as he handled you firmly and confidently. He tongued at your clit and you felt him circle around, switching between a pointed tip of his tongue and flattened, broad licks.

"Look at her- look at how good you're making her feel," Jungkook said softly behind you, words vibrating against your skin. "You like being in control- I can tell by how wet you are."

You moaned loudly in response- withering against his hot tongue tracing shapes against your clit. Jungkook's touch on your body was more confident than yours was on the girl who's name you hadn't even bothered to ask. Moans filled the air and you could barely distinguish which were yours and which were hers but she came first, squirming underneath you so harshly you had to pin her hips down.

"Good job," Jungkook congratulated behind you, making you laugh as he slapped your ass.

"Yeah, holy shit," The girl panted, releasing her grip on your hair. She pushed your face up to hers and kissed you.

You felt Jungkook pull you up and against his body, lips mouthing at the back of your neck, "Feels good?"

You nodded silently, afraid you couldn't articulate full words at the moment, his fingers digging circles against your walls and hitting a different angle deep in your pussy.

"Why are you being so quiet then? I don't remember you being so docile in bed- what, do you want me to take care of you? Make you feel good while you just do whatever I say?"

You whimpered before you could stop yourself, withering beneath him as he pumped his fingers into you, pulling out completely and circling your hole before sinking back in, "Y-Yeah, wanna feel good- please."

"Please," He repeated in a soft tone, "Okay- yeah, sure. I'll make you feel good."

"Fuck my mouth," You mumbled, words slurred and jumbled.

Jungkook clicked his tongue idly, releasing you of your hold and letting you fall forwards, barely catching yourself on your elbows before crashing into the other girl's chest, "No."

"No?" You whined, trying to look back at him. Jungkook slapped your ass again and you yelped, confused as hell. Jungkook usually wasn't like this with you- normally he kept things pretty simple when it came to sex with you, limiting the chances of either of you carrying on sexual attraction past the odd night the two of you ended up in the same bed.

"No," He confirmed, voice flat and serious, "I said I'd take care of you so stop arguing and keep your legs spread."

You felt an animalistic urge to swipe at Jungkook rise in your chest but lost it once his free hand rubbed at your back soothingly, as if he was playing two characters at once.

You were distracted almost instantly by Jungkook's fingers filling you up, slapping your ass again with his other hand. You clenched instinctively around his fingers and felt sharp pleasure course through your pussy to the rest of your body. He moved impossibly fast and ignored your whine until you were cumming too, legs shaking and threatening to send you crashing down onto the bed if the girl from the club wasn't holding you up.

"Want you-" You hissed, snapping your face back towards Jungkook so that you two met heated eyes, an almost angry intensity in your gaze, "Want you now."

"There's the girl I remember," He smiled, pushing down the waistband of his pants and stroking his hard cock, fingers that were just sunk deep into you now pinching at the spongy head of his cock. "Sure you can handle it?"

"Y-Yes," You stuttered, pushing your ass up to him in a lewd show of arousal. The other girl had scooted away to sit up against the headboard.

You really weren't a great person- you felt guilt weighing down on you, aware that you had completely sidelined the girl who was currently touching herself, eyes trained on Jungkook pushing into you.

"Fuck you're tight," Jungkook breathed, thrusting into you fully. You moaned, reaching back a hand which Jungkook took instantly, wrapping his hand around your forearm and you did the same, bridging the two of you.

Jungkook kissed down your spine, leaning over your body and covering you in him as the two of you rocked back and forth. You could feel him stretching you to your limits, filled to the hilt by a thick veiny cock that twitched against your walls delightfully, "That's it gorgeous, take me- take my cock."

"S-So full," You moaned, dropping your head between your shoulder blades, "You feel so good."

"Yeah?" He mumbled, sounding pleased before he straightened out, bucking his hips against you. "Let go- I wanna see you fall apart."

Your back arched for more and he pushed into you harshly, slamming his thighs against yours as his balls slapped against your clit. He fucked you like he owned you, possessing your entire body but influencing none of your headspace. That was all you and all of it screamed how much you wanted this- wanted him. He pulled out sharply and you hissed, about to snap at him until he pushed you onto your back, gripping your hips in his large hands.

No- it was better this way. You could see him like this, see the hazy look in his eye and the tattoos covering his skin. He stared down at you, hooded eyes blinking slowly as he pushed into you once more. You moaned, pushing your hips up to meet him, "Keep your eyes on me." He mumbled, dragging a hand down your torso and closing his hand around your lower stomach possessively.

You said nothing, obliging his order as you reached up, hooking a hand around his neck and pulling him down towards you. He kissed you feverishly, hips bucking in a rapid pace.

"Jungkook-" You moaned against his lips, tongue entangling in his.

"I'm gonna cum just watching you two- he's fucking you so hard," The girl moaned, triggering something massively performative in you, wanting to push him harder- make him go harder.

You blinked up at him and he had a mischievous glint in his eye that matched yours. He drove his hips into yours, hands touching you everywhere and anywhere. His body felt like a machine against yours, moving with a fluidity you hadn't known before. You arched to meet his thrusts, legs wrapping around his hips tightly as he reached a hand back to cup your thigh securely, driving his knees into the mattress to pin you down.

You were practically bent in half, knees shoved up into your chest but barely felt the stretch- burning desire erasing everything else.

You looked up at him, unable to tear your eyes away from the depths of his onyx pupils, heavy with desperation in chasing his own high. You felt your fingers entangle in his and let him pin your arm above your head against the sheets, rocking against your body. He leaned down, soft lips grazing your skin cut off by the hard metal of his lip ring before he said something you could only barely make out, too quiet for anyone else beside you to hear.

"I wish we were alone," He mumbled, "Wish I was with you like this, just us."

You gasped in response, eyes flashing towards him. Jungkook just smirked and drove his cock into you harder, fucking you fully now as if you could take him any deeper. His body felt hard on top of you, pushing you to your limits and demanding more from you then you thought you had to give. You couldn't think of anything else but how badly you wished it was just the two of you as well- you wanted this moment with Jungkook to be pure, unpolluted of anyone else but him.

He ground against your clit with every thrust, your clit throbbing as you felt heat spread through your body. You angled your hips up and dug your heels into the small of his back, pinning him to you until he had no choice but to slow his pace, reduced to small grinding circles against you as you fell apart beneath him.

You didn't recognize the noise that left your lips but you heard the one Jungkook made, a low pitched grunt as his brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut as he came inside of you- a chain reaction to the pulsing of your pussy. Your head lolled to the side, barely registering the look the other girl was giving you as your eyes fluttered shut, Jungkook's lips pressing attentive kisses to any exposed skin he could reach.

"Don't let me pass out," You mumbled, a weightless feeling in your body.

"Why on earth would you pass out?" The girl said softly, hand running through your hair.

"Small appetite," You heard Jungkook say with a chuckle. You didn't even have the energy to say something snappy back, settling for a soft squeeze of your thighs around his waist. "It's okay, you can sleep. I'll take care of everything else."

What did that mean? Did that mean he was going to sleep with her? What if he fell in love with her like the human he mentioned earlier?

Don't fall in love with her.

[agoddamn]

I don't think Kamui would be a manakete even by Archanea standards? They're very explicitly a half human half dragon—a hybrid. They'd be closer to Ninian and Nils.

They don't look like a manakete (hilariously, most Femui porn has the 'elf' tag), they don't age like a manakete, when told the word they explicitly do not identify it, and they don't act like a manakete (their dragon form doesn't come out as a normal consequence of growth, but the trauma of an assassination attempt + mother's murder).

In spite of what FEH wants you to believe so you'll defend the newest cash cow powercreep for them, I don't actually think that Ch5 Kamui is feral or mad at all.

You know why?

You fucking play as them! They are a controllable fucking unit! The chapter IMMEDIATELY before 5 introduces the concept of friendly units. Kanna's paralogue features Kanna as an uncontrollable friendly unit. They know how to code uncontrollable friendlies, but they put dragon Kamui under the player's control instead.

Ch5 Kamui is having a bad fuckin' time of it, but they're not experiencing the classic dragon madness. They can distinguish friend from foe during the course of the battle, but they don't register that the battle is done. That's obviously not someone in full control of their faculties. But is it a supernatural lack of control?

I think it's pretty plausible that Kamui attacking Aqua was a product of Kamui's disorientation, shock, and lack of familiarity with the setting/people (they LITERALLY just met). I think that Kamui would have grabbed her even if they were still fully human; it was a reaction to the situation above everything else.

Does it seem ridiculous that I'm arguing that in a series--within the game itself--where magically rampaging dragons are present, Ch5 Kamui is just a human level of freaked out and out of control? Of course!

But if we're playing this seriously, full Watsonian, there's at least as much equal evidence of it.

People (including myself) have always puzzled over "why do they never bring Kamui going dragon crazy up again", but I wish to submit the opposite argument: because Kamui's Ch5 actions are never brought up again, they cannot have been dragon crazy, because dragon crazy would have been brought up again.

We're the ones who were making the wrong assumption all this time.

After all, why would Kamui be treated so differently from standard dragon crazy--being playable during the 'rage'--if the writers had intended to suggest standard dragon crazy?

"But Aqua's song worked on them!" Aqua's song also worked to calm Marx and Ryouma's tits, and they weren't dragon crazy. It works to calm everyone; the only special effect it had on Kamui was helping them out of the transformation (you've noticed that dragon Kamui has no eyes, right? Wouldn't you be pretty fucking disoriented?).

Fates has also purposely aimed to deconstruct series tropes elsewhere; see incestuous Valkyrie and gay retainer, so I think it's not crazy to suggest that Kamui was also meant to be a deconstruction. Hell, Kamui is already a deconstruction of the battle pacifist; why wouldn't they be self-aware of the dragon tropes, too?

Now, do I think IS pulled this off well? Nah. But that's a question for another day, this is too long already.

Just...question your assumptions.

[oranges-fics-and-writing]

Blood and Curses 2

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Post Pt 5)

Ch 2/6 (1 2 3 4 5 6)

This chapter: Implied GioMis, Implied JotaKak

Future chapters: Implied AvPol

Jotaro insisted on being the one to help Giorno Giovanna when the Speedwagon Foundation reported his vampiric heritage had awoken within him. Over tea, he does his best to keep his cool, in spite of the fact that memories he doesn’t want to think of keep surfacing.

"What do you mean by that?" Giorno finally responded once they were sitting calmly on the two couches, positioned on opposite sides of a coffee table, "How can I be a vampire?"

"Your father was one." Jotaro seemed irritated by the very thought, "Evil with no parallel. I killed him with my own hands." He took a sip of tea.

Giorno was angry for a moment, but the way Jotaro's large hands gripped his cup told him more than the remorseless statement. That man had taken something from him. Giorno recalled another of Polnareff's stories, and remembered that Jotaro had lost someone important to him, and that DIO's very existence had almost killed his mother. 

"Why didn't anything happen until now?" 

"Probably something to do with the fact that you're only half vampire. I'm sure you're aware that your mother was human." Jotaro presented the theory just as plainly as anything else. 

Giorno sat with that thought for awhile. Half vampire. Maybe that's why the sun hadn't done anything other than burn him quickly, "What am I supposed to do?" Giorno looked into his teacup, comparing the amber color to blood in his own head, "I can't exactly live with this thirst..."

"The Speedwagon Foundation is making preparations to provide you with human blood." Jotaro sighed, "It should work to keep you from hurting anyone."

Giorno mulled the thought over, “Where are they even going to—“

“If you’re going to keep asking annoying questions, then I’m leaving.” Jotaro took another sip, “Just know that we have sources, and nobody is going to die for it.”

The blond was honestly surprised by the man’s confidence. Despite being surrounded by dozens of Passione members, he was stone-faced. He didn’t even flinch when Mista made a move like he was going to pull his gun. Giorno stopped him, of course, but he admired that Jotaro never seemed to fear being hurt.

“You’re a Joestar, through and through.” The way that wall of a man said it, plain and simple, like any other insane statement he had made that day, was almost comforting at this point, “The Speedwagon Foundation is going to help you, whether you want it or not.”

“A Joestar? I don’t understand.”

“DIO may technically be your father, but he was using Jonathan Joestar’s body when you were conceived.” Jotaro looked at Polnareff for a moment, gently petting his head with a bent index finger as if he was a normal turtle, “Your birthmark is proof of that much.”

“He’s got the spirit of one, too!” Polnareff piped up, “Heroic, just like the rest.”

Jotaro seemed to flinch from that statement. Giorno thought that he might not see himself that way, even though he carried himself with confidence that suggested otherwise. 

“Other than the vampire thing,” There was something softer in Jotaro’s voice now, “Are you okay?”

Giorno looked into his tea again. Many small pieces that had been floating around in the liquid had sunken to the bottom now, cluttering together. He looked up at Jotaro, "I think I'll be okay." It was a lie. He had only just begun to process what had happened to get him here. The people he met and lost in such a short time. He was still dealing with that.

"I'll leave you with some information on psychologists in the Foundation." Jotaro's eyes cut through him, "If you decide you need them."

The blond halfway curled into himself. Was he that obvious in his lie? His focus was really so bad that he couldn't tell a simple lie? 

Polnareff broke the silence that had found itself filling the room, "Why don't we tell him a few stories about our old friends?"

The cup in Jotaro's hands shattered. Giorno flinched at the dull crunching noise it made. Polnareff made a noise, half concerned, half apologetic. Mista's face curled up in confusion.

But Jotaro stared straight ahead of himself, "If you want to, you can." His face was blank, "But I'm not going to. Other than you and JiJi, they're long dead. There's no use in me bringing them up."

"Ah, Mr. Joestar is still kicking?"

"He's gone senile."

"How're Jolyne and your wife?"

"I got divorced. I haven't seen Jolyne in over a year."

"Oh."

That silence persisted longer than the ones before. Giorno's eyes lingered on Jotaro's bleeding hands. Red droplets slid off of them along with the pieces of porcelain that had once been a teacup. Mista noticed the look in the blond's eyes, tugging on the shoulder of his suit with some amount of force. Giorno looked away, focusing again on his own tea. 

[charliesimss]

All of them for hemming

All odds for Issy

Evens for grown up lio

1. When they tap their fingers do they use the pads of their fingers or their nails?

The pads of his fingers, his nails arent very long

2. What textures can they absolutely not stand?

Burlap I've decided to call it, like that scarecrow stuff, its too scratchy

3. How long can they go without showering before they feel gross?

Probably like 4 days

4. Do they leave clothes on the floor or a chair?

If he must leave clothes somewhere it'll be on a chair or his bed, or on top of his dresser

5. Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed?

Closed because he was raised correctly

6. Which do they prefer: 3am or 3pm?

3am because it gets dark at fucking 3pm now.

7. If they suddenly woke up with animal ears and tails what animal would they be?

Don't make me answer this mf furry question. He'd be a bunny.

8. If they could only eat one thing for 20 days straight what would it be?

California rolls cause its my default favourite food.

9. Are they the type to re-read a book?

Yes, he's read nothing but A little life since he got it in 2021. He's read it like 5 times. He kins jude, obviously.

10. Would they want to know the exact date and time of their death?

He would!!! Now that you mention it, I've just planned it, but obviously he doesnt get to know until it happens :charlieexplain:

11. What’s their favourite mythological creature?

I only know girl ones, so I guess whatever was in the magic tree house, like, warlocks?

12. If they had to listen to one song on repeat 100+ times what would it be?

🖤🖤🖤

13. Do they believe in an afterlife?

Yes, but he's not ableist, so everyone's disabled in it if they were when they were alive.

14. When they get tired do their eyelids twitch?

Yeah, he squishes his eyes really tight, like a mini sleep

15. What are their favourite textures?

Squishy and soft like a squishmallow

16. Do they crack their joints?

No not really, he doesnt need another body part not working 😵

17. Would they eat/drink something too hot or wait for it to cool?

He'd eat something right away, he be hungry

18. Are they the type to adopt strays? (Animals or people)

Animals maybe, not people, he's an introvert

19. Do they get work done straight away or wait until the last moment?

He likes to do assigned tasks in order of importance

20. How do they bathe/shower? Long or short? Hot or cold?

i love this question and cause only 2 ppl are gonna read it, I'll spill. He prefers showers, more accessible, and just sits on the built in seat of his shower cause its fancy like that, he does his face wash first, and his hair last, usually hot and on the longer side, which is why he only does it every 4-7 days.

21. Are they the type to daydream?

YeS, what else do u do when you dont have friends?

22. Do they work best in a messy space or a neat space?

NEAT, he's good at cleaning.

23. Do they keep any personal photos?

He has a family photo album, but he doesnt keep the photos on his person

24. Do they indulge in anything?

Hot choccy and then he has to be on the toilet for like 8 hours :/

25. Would they do the exact opposite of what someone says just to spite them?

Probably not. he'd be like, "youre probably right" and forget about it. every son of mine will be a doormat, know that.

26. If they’re alone and hear a noise would they go and investigate?

No, he'd accept his fate 💀

27. If they’re lost what is the first thing they would do?

Check if he had cell service to pop up his maps

28. What is that one dream that makes no sense but is absolutely terrifying?

Being recruited for the military! His biggest irrational fear! Biggest nightmare/dream (?)

29. What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done just because someone said they couldn’t?

did the skate park tricks in his wheelchair without a helmet, boi got himself another head injury from that one

30. Are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?

Laughs in disabled. He's all brave about it because he has a praise kink.