#going ahead and posting because i'm eager lol

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

REUNION SEX

SUMMARY: Seokjin has been now out from his military service, but he has buried himself with work and you miss him, miss sex.

PAIRINGS: Husband Jin x wife reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

SMUT WARNINGS: Titty sucking over clothes, oral (m,f), fingering, riding, emotional sex at the end lmao, reader is called names( jagi, slut, whore), cum eating.

A/n: yeas, I'm back Hehe lol I hope you like this one I'll get better next time but I hope you like this.

It's been two days since Seokjin has been discharged from his military service, Minjun your son hasn't been happier when he finally knew his dad wouldn't go back, your husband used to come back in between for a couple of days and leave again.

Minjun was about six months old when Jin knew he had to leave and he was not happy to leave his son, you and the army but soon accepting he went ahead and served the country perfectly, occasionally posting on Instagram and Weverse and telling army's he's doing great and is eager to come back and perform.

It's almost 11 pm when Minjun gets ready for his bedtime after playing with his dad for a long time. Jin being the best dad and husband takes over the night duties and puts his son to sleep so till then you could get all ready for bed as well.

About your sex life it's been a while since you've been intimate with him so it is dry and now seeing him all bulked up has your hormones raging up, his shoulders are now lean not that they were in perfect shape but it's just something is stirring up in your mind, his abs are more Prominent and can be even seen over his shirt if he straightened up.

You have nasty thoughts about your husband in the shower while Seokjin also gets ready for bed, a white shirt with grey sweatpants hangs low on his slim waist and when you come out you gasp a bit to see him look this hot.

You both soon get on the bed cuddling each other while you lay your head on his hard chest and your legs all over him, you ignore the feeling of his length on your inner thighs and hum on the things he's saying, his long fingers are tangled on your hair, and he fiddles with them, and you sigh at this feeling.

"Jagi...?" Your husband calls you out of your thoughts and you look out for him and smile and ask him what's wrong "Are you sleepy? should I stop talking?" Seokjin hesitates, thinking he is keeping you up and he knows you are tired from all day keeping up with Minjun taking care of him and also looking after him.

"No Jin don't worry it's all right it's just something going in my head for a while, but it's nothing I know you must be tired we can sleep," you tell him in a low voice and motioning to detach from him, but you get pulled back and now he hovers above you and gasp.

"Tell me baby, what's wrong?" Jin said now completely serious, and you sighed and looked everywhere but him, his arms had now trapped you and you raised your hands and held onto his biceps and rose a bit so could kiss his plum lips and once again you fell for this man all over again.

"Nothing Jin, it's just I miss you, I miss sex, but I don't want to pressure you into it I know you are still tired from the service and all the events you can rest" you tell him and caress his bicep with your thumb and feel him.

"Jagi you could've just told me about it, you know it right I would never turn you down, I'm sorry I haven't been giving you time love, but this pussy for sure misses me, right baby? Jin teases and you nod while giving him a big smile at his teasing.

Jin slowly bends down so he can kiss your lips and you make space for him in between your legs and his now hard length is pressed against your core. The kisses shared are passionate between you and him and you bite out a moan when you feel his hands sneaking up to your clothed breast.

Your nipples harden when Seokjin's fingers circle them and you twitch in his arms because of sensitivity, the short satin gown does a poor job of hiding the print of your nipples and Seokjin bends down just so he comes face to face and licks and sucks you over the fabric, the print is more visible as it is now wet.

"Seokjin please, need more" You gasp at his teasing while he chuckles and stops his antics and is now welcomed by the red lace underwear you decided to wear just in case something would happen, and you didn't want him to be greeted by the normal ones and mentally smile about it.

Your husband smiles at the sight of his favourite red panties coming into his vision and wasting no time he pushes them to the side and rubs the ball of your clit "Try to stay calm y/n I know it's been a while" he says observing your sensitivity and timidness when you try to close your legs.

Nodding at him he gets right back to your pussy occasionally spitting, licking, sucking and slurping your juices and you try your best to stay calm and not make much Noice but you end up failing miserably when his long slender finger enters you "Such a tight fit Jagi, I don't think you can take my dick....already stressing over my finger" just like that his teasing never stops which throws you over the edge and you come silently.

"Such a slut Jagi" he tsks and removes his fingers from your heat and sucks them and hums "So sweet" You stay there breathless for a second until he undresses, and you remove your gown and panties, your eyes bore down at his luscious red tip oozing out some precum and you swear you feel your mouth water.

So, you take matters into your own hands, just when Jin hovers above you, holding on to his bicep you shift him so now you are the one above him and Jin chuckles and gets ready for what is coming for him.

Kissing his lips you go down his neck and paint a few purple hues and your fingers tease his length which is now in between you and your husband, he tries to refrain from moaning and only settles with hums, Seokjin guides you where he needs you the most, yes, his beautiful girthy, thick length and veins prominent and those plum balls, there's a patch of hair at the base but you don't mind and think it makes him 10x hotter than he already is.

You start off by laying kittenish kisses and licks on his length and then going to suck his tip, you hum when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, and you make a mess by spitting on him again, your husband grabs on your hair and tries to signal you that he needs more and wanted to hear you gag around it.

"The best baby, yeah just like that," Seokjin says as his hands now fall on the bed, and you continue to gag over him "So big baby, can feel it in my throat," you tell him to boast his ego feeling few tears falling from your eyes and Seokjin moans at the compliment.

"Yeah, baby just like that Jagi.... right there, I'm going to cum" your husband groans feeling his orgasm hit and then that's when you decide to be cruel and get your mouth off him, "Jagi I'm not even kidding I was so fucking close," Jin says disappointed and you hover over him and sit on his abs and bring your finger on his lips "Be quiet baby, let me do it my way tonight yeah?" you tell him in most sluty way.

Smirking he only nods and lets you do whatever you want, and you rise up just a bit so now that his tip kisses your hole and you gasp and try to take him fully, once you adjust you shriek out because of the stretch and Seokjin groans at the tightness it feels like his dick has been suffocated and you slowly start to bounce, your own hands coming up to play with your tits while his hands come up on your waist and you scream out real loud because of his tip hitting your sweet spot "Yeah baby faster" Jin gasps feeling himself come closer to his release.

"Argh fuck baby right there feels so good, dick so good" You talk to him and chase your high that's when Seokjin pulls you down to his chiselled chest and guides your hips, you feel your eyes water at his move and your right hands comes up to his face to grab and you silently say you miss him and missed this feeling, and your tears finally run down your cheek and you both come at the same time, his cum painting your walls.

"Y/n? Baby, are you okay? I missed you too Jagi like a lot" Jin says his hands now caressing your back "Yeah just missed you a lot and now that you are here it feels so much better" you tell him, and he smiles like a fool and kisses your forehead, after spending a while with his length still inside, you sigh and feel good until it was time for you to get up and clean as you both are sticky from the sex and you both need a bath.

While Seokjin gets up first to prepare a bath for both of you, feeling the cum drip from your pussy, with a wild move you try to collect and suck it off your fingers and give him a wink while you are at it, and he smirks collectively and tsks "so messy baby" and giving him an offended look you tell him it is better than staining the bedsheets.

"Sure, Jagi make excuses, such a whore for it"......

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[goldustwomun]

pacifier (s.b.)

pairing: sirius black x younger potter! reader

summary: something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. anyway, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?

warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, cocky sirius and like kind of an annoying younger sister reader (but also that's literally me lol), bad transitions between light hearted banter and angst but i'm trying my best RIP, i imagine sirius to be mid-20s and reader only 3/4 years younger (but everyone is OF AGE), mommy issues if you squint

wc: 4.9k+

note: soooo i'm back :D again :D i'm almost done with second year and actually somewhat ahead with all my papers (with very minimal finals; def recommend being a history major x) and i've just been missing the community so enjoy this! i had this first chapter posted a while back (like maybe a year) but it was actually ass so i've redone it a little :)))) as always, reblogs and comments are MUCH appreciated and i can't wait to interact w/ y'all over this because i have been DAYDREAMING about brother's bf sirius :')

Oh but, babe, you know I've tried and failed But you just don't know how it feels To lose something you never have and never will

“What do you mean he’s working at the shop as well?!” you all but screeched, chasing your Mother around the kitchen, feeling a lot like the pesky youngest child you were. 

“He needs some help so we offered to give him a job. Honestly sweetheart, aren’t you too old for this childish feud?”

“Too old? Shouldn’t you be saying that to him? He’s like– thirty or something, and still continues to be the bane of my existence. Fucking Bla–”

Your Mother whirled on you abruptly, brandishing the wooden spoon she was about to stir the boiling pot with right in your face.

“Oi, language! I would tell him the same but unluckily for you, you’re my daughter and currently living under my roof, so you get to hear it first.” She gave you a saccharine sweet smile, the kind that had you biting back the urge to roll your eyes.

“--now, he’s been gone for such a long time, and we’re all very excited to see him, so don’t ruin this reunion with any more of your tantrums.”

You opened your mouth once more, intent on not letting the argument die there, but your Father bounded into the kitchen at the same moment, ruffling up your hair with a “Hey there, kiddo,” before promptly moving on to snake his hands around your Mother’s waist.

“Looking as beautiful as always, my dear,” he cooed into her ear. She let out an uncharacteristic giggle that had you bolting from the kitchen before you were scarred any further.

Your parents’ tooth-aching affections for each other was just that: sweet, but sickly all the same.

Somewhere inside of you, in between the urge for unattainable perfection and the fear of failure, you yearned for a love like theirs. Something genuine but passionate, able to withstand the test of time.

James, your older brother, had found it with Lily, and their son Harry being a product of their young but no less intense love. 

You loved that kid like he was your own. Would beg James to let you come over, play with the babbling toddler for a few hours, even going as far as to offer up your weekends, encouraging the young couple to “go out, live a little!”. But they were about as infatuated with their own child as you were, and had a never-ending supply of friends who were equally as eager to help out.

And one of those always eager friends was currently pounding his stupid fist against your stupid front door, and you were already riled up from the news your mother had broken to you only moments earlier, head pounding and fists balled into shaking fists, that you couldn’t take seeing his face quite literally in front of you, as well. 

You shoved past James, knocking him back a step as his hand reached for the door to let his best mate in. You caught a glimpse of him on the doorstep, the first in almost two years– hair unruly like he’d just rolled out of bed, long, black strands; newly tanned skin blushing under the heat of the sun; those thick, brooding eyebrows that raised up in your direction – eughh. 

“What’s got your knickers in a bunch?” James called at your retreating figure, shouting loud enough to be heard over your heavy footsteps despite the carpeted floor. 

“Ask your best mate over there!” you answered back with a bite, slamming your room door shut.

“Fuck,” he sighed, defeated, yanking his confused friend in and a chucking a thumb towards the stairs. “How’ve you managed to piss her off before you even got here?” he asked incredulously. “Peace– we had peace in this house for the past two years since you’ve been off, and now look–! It’s a bloody riot!”

“Oi– I’ve done nothing,” he moaned indignantly, hanging his coat and scarf on the gold-crested hooks by the door. “--I think,” he added for good measure after a beat. "I mean, I've only just stepped inside."

Sirius had yet to quite grasp why you got under his skin so quick, squirming between his nerves like a misfired electrical impulse.

You’d grown up together, spent every waking moment in each other’s presence when he was at the Potter residence (which happened to be just about always given his own family situation). If books and movies were to be trusted, what with fiction being so reminiscent of real-life, he'd have expected be like some sort of brotherly figure to you.

But even the thought of it had bile creeping up his through, as if it was so unfathomably wrong his body refused to entertain the possibility of it.

So no. Something about you and your irritatingly know-it-all personality, shrill when indignant voice (which was rather often around him), your need to always be right – something about you brought the worse out of him.

Had him constantly searching for something new to point out, to irritate you all over again, hit the nail on your specific head - something to really push you that little bit over the edge. 

It wasn't even like he enjoyed it, watching you get all huffy, nostrils flared, brows knitted together, face verging on a flushed red. Sirisu was well aware that with every jab the two of you threw at each other, things got a little more out of hand.

Right before he had left, two years journeying through the glades of Scotland, then France, Greece, Türkiye, India, Taiwan (he'd been close to everywhere), he had made the mistake of aiming a particularly ruthless dig at you, and watching your face crumple, devastated and defeated, it had finally cracked him inside.

But there wasn't anything he could do about it then, what with leaving the next day, and two years later, it seemed a little too late.

The rest of the Potter family didn’t share your sentiments about Sirius, and rather adored him immeasurably. Had since he’d taken to hiding out in their house after a particularly brutal fight at home when he was only eleven. Heck, he’d even attended every Potter-family gathering, dinner, birthday, you name it, since then. It was why he came over every Sunday for a roast, pudding and some chat – he could never put into words what your family had done for him, the safety, security, home, even, they'd given him when he’d been lost and entirely clueless of what a real family looked like.

So he made the thirty-minute drive, every Sunday, much to your irritation. He plastered on the biggest smile for your Mum, complimenting every minute detail of the meal she cooked for the family, drank a glass of whiskey and smoked a cigar with your Dad; he was even Harry’s favourite, always humming quiet melodies into the youngest Potter’s ear.

With him away, he’d missed out on the family time he usually looked forward to every weekend. Mondays seemed a lot less dreadful after having a belly-full of Mrs Potter’s food.

Still, he’d sent postcards and printed pictures of everywhere he went, the sights he’d seen, people he’d met. It wasn’t the same, not without the lot of you to pester him but he’d needed some time to find himself.

He still wasn’t sure if he’d found what he was looking for, but the money had to have run out eventually so he was back home, ready to work and settle down in his life for once after graduating Hogwarts. 

Sirius followed James into the living room where he found Lily, sipping on a glass of red, sitting by the empty fireplace. Instead, a window had been cracked in to let the temperate wind in.

She perked up as they entered, waving with that soul-wrenching smile of hers that could persuade even the most strong-willed of men into submission. 

“Pads, you’re back!” she called from her seat. "And you've grown a moustache-- interesting choice of facial hair." Sirius, however, raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, ignoring her greeting-slash-judgement as he peered into the empty crib by her side, even going as far as to search under it as if the toddler might have escaped.

“Harry’s gone to bed in the guest room. There was a bit of a shouting match before you arrived,” James explained, sinking into the space beside his wife and pulling her into his side. “Actually, now that I think about it, there was a lot of shouting after you arrived as well.” 

Lily snorted, snuggling into her husband without hesitation, and Sirius couldn’t help but avert his eyes, feeling entirely like he was imposing on an intimate moment as the two of them whispered in the other’s ear.

“Well, don’t mind me. Sitting here, all by my lonesome, no company or polite chatter to partake in, not even my dashing God son to entertain me” he sighed, dramatically, to no one in particular. James rolled his eyes at his best friend’s antics, chucking a frilly throw-pillow at his face (that’s what they’re for, right?) which he just as easily caught. 

“Har-Har! Ever the clown, Paddy,” James mocked, flipping him off just in time for his Mum to walk in and see.

“James! Don’t aim such crude displays at my son,” she scolded, wrapping her wrinkled arms around Sirius’ shoulders from behind his chair. She leaned down, kissing the top of his head affectionately. Sirius only whimpered in agreement, leaning into her motherly touch and whining on and on about how James was being a right bully. 

“My sweet child, I’ve missed you!” She beamed down at him, and that longing Sirius sometimes felt for his own Mother’s approval, her devotion or fondness, it lessened. 

“But you didn’t– He was just!-- You missed– arghh!” James groaned defeatedly, head flailed back to rest against the sofa, receiving no sympathies from his giggling wife and glaring Mother. “I’m starting to understand why she hates you.”

Sirius’ eyes flashed at that– did you really hate him? Had it gotten to that point?

At the mention of your name but current absence, Mrs Potter ordered, “Go call your sister for dinner, I’ve set the table.” 

He began to protest, failing to come up with a half-decent reason why he can’t walk up the two flights of stairs and pull your petulant frame from your bed– but Sirius interrupted in time, before James could make any more of a fool himself in front of his own Mother.

“I’ll go get her. Got to figure out what I did this time,” he offered coolly. 

Euphemia, that is, Mrs Potter, had a strict no-apparting rule in her house, had lost too many expensive vases from James and Sirius’ apparition-sprees the second they’d turned seventeen.

You already had your licence, having been of legal age for some time, and had, since graduating (top of the class, as you tended to point out, much to your Ravenclaw friends’ dismay) from Hogwarts, found a job at a school in the muggle world, teaching children English Literature in preparation of some exam -- O Levels, you’d called them. 

Sirius thought it to be some sort of torture device - these O Levels – but you’d smacked him across the head in admonishment with whatever book was in your hand before he could say much else. Having a family-run bookshop made it so that the books, or the weapons (in Sirius' mind at least), were in endless supply for you.

Your love for reading had come from him, your Father, from when he’d stay up till the late hours of the night, hushed whispers under your bed sheet so your Mother wouldn’t hear, as he read you the Classics in animated voices that had you completely enchanted. He made sparks fly from the tip of his wand, bright colours that your little eyes couldn’t quite get enough of.

You loved being a wizard, were eternally grateful for the world you lived in and the undeniable awe of it all. But words, books, literature – they were enough magic for you, took you to places you could only ever dream to visit, and had you feeling such all-consuming emotions that sometimes, you wondered if you’d ever make it to the end of the page, or chapter, or book. 

“Oi– your Mum’s put out dinner, she’s calling you downstairs,” he called through the thick wood of your door. 

Sirius didn’t know why he such an uneasy feeling settled into the pit of his stomach, like he'd swallowed some moldy bread or a particularly strong cider.

He's known you your whole life, watched you graduate from pencil to quill, and then again from Hogwarts.

Two years was a long a time, and the thought of you holding what he had said all those months ago -- what he hadn't meant, not really -- he was dreading the confrontation.

He nudged the door open when you didn’t respond, only to find you slumped across your bed, glaring, silently, at the ceiling and the pale-orange ring of light from the lamp on your bedside table.

You certainly looked different– older, possibly? He couldn’t quite place what had changed, only that he knew something had. In the way you dressed, styled your hair, held yourself. Even the look of your room– no longer plastered in repeated patterns of owls and roses, but instead a single wall painted a burnt umber and with the remaining covered in tapestries and muggle band posters hanging across every wall.

A stack of vinyls were shoved into one side of your room, along with stacks of books, some old and missing a few pages, while others were untouched. 

You heard the door click open, sitting up on your elbows to see a Sirius, oozing an annoying amount of effortless confidence, and leaning against your doorframe. 

Something in your chest stumbled almost immediately. He looked the same as the day he'd scolded you before leaving, and those stupid, brown eyes of his, like murky swamps you wouldn't be caught dead looking into, were training on you.

Though, he might’ve managed to actually tan, now that you really looked at him, imagining the broad planes of his shoulders, hidden by a thin linen button up, were more sun-kissed than milky-pale now. 

Except you refused to even entertain the thought. You were not thinking of him or his skin or his bare chest or--

“What’s with your face?” you asked, already knowing you'd regret the answer.

“Was that meant to be a greeting?” His eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Hi Sirius-- what’s with your face?” you answered, again, between clenched teeth. 

“You changed your room,” was his only response, and really, what did he expect to say to that?

"I did. Figured I'd use your absence wisely," you snarked back, meeting his gaze as you continued, "--you know, finally grow up and all that."

And you hadn't forgotten, but he didn't blame you.

You got up at his lack of silence, walking the few steps up to him, head tilted like a cat, wary of her surroundings but curious nonetheless.

"Was there something you wanted, Sirius?"

And fuck if the way you said his name didn't have him fighting whatever foreign feeling, urge, instinct was shouting at him in that moment.

You walked past, trembling as your shoulders touched, making it all the way to the bottom of the stairs before you had your moment of revelation as well.

Somehow, whether it had been a slow process over his two-year absence or something far more sudden in the past few minutes, he'd wormed his way back between the cracks of your heart, and this time, you worried you wouldn't survive.

The quiet jingle of the bell tickled your ears as you opened the door to the bookshop, dust immediately invading your senses as you fought back a harsh cough.

Your Dad pushed in front of you, forcing the door to stay open by propping a stack of intimidatingly large books in front of it. You laughed silently to yourself, noting how they were all Dickens (he hated Dickens, said his novels were disturbingly boring and unnecessarily detailed). 

“So, you can dust a little, and sweep the floor, before we open. Count the money in the till, as well, that’s very important,” he noted off, and you suddenly wished you had a pen and a pad of paper to write it all down.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t been helping out at the shop since when you were younger, but this was the first time you’d been granted the responsibility of having it all to yourself (minus the inconvenience that was Sirius Black). 

You were deemed an adult now – loved to point it out any chance you got, and that meant that your Dad trusted you enough to not hover over your shoulder every time you took a shift. He was working fewer hours, though now, none, as he wanted to finish the novel he’d been writing for the past decade after melodramatically announcing at the dinner table that “It’s time!” 

You weren’t sure what that exactly meant, but you weren’t about to argue with the man paying you an overly generous ten pounds an hour. 

You didn’t need the money for yourself, what with still living at your parent’s house, but you wanted to contribute to the house and expenses and what not, even if it was a minuscule sum. 

“Another thing,” he added, stopping, rather abruptly, in front of you, voice worryingly grave as he placed his large palms over either of your shoulders. “Please,” he begged, brows dipping, “don’t fight with Sirius in front of the customers.”

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already after me,” you objected, pulling back from his usually comforting hold and pulling the broom out from behind the counter. His hands fell defeatedly against his sides as he sighed, standing in your way before you could mope yourself into a tizzy before the work day had even started. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he ensured, pulling you into his tight embrace once more. “You know you’re my number one, sweetheart. Just don’t like seeing you so upset.”

James always teased you for being your Father’s favourite, and you’d never argue, relishing in his pointed fingers and sneering words, because it was true– there was something between you and your Father, an understanding that no one else had clued in on.

He eased your worries like no one else could, smoothed irked creases across your face, replacing them with belly-hurting laughter lines and a grin so wide, you were worried it would fall off your face.

Anyway, James was the same with your Mum. You found her difficult to communicate with, what with her being as hot-heated as you were, so as much as you and your Dad got along, you butted heads with your Mum just as much.

“It’s ‘cause you two are so similar, like twins, I tell you!” But it did little to calm your nerves around her, or stoke the flames of anger you so often felt. 

You were about to respond, ready to tell your Dad just how much you loved him, when someone crashed through the door, slamming into the counter you were standing behind. You turned, eyes connecting with your (late) colleague. He looked utterly windswept, as if he’d run – or been chased – the whole way there. 

“You okay, son?” your Dad asked, worry shifting from you to the panting, bent-over Sirius. 

“Me? Oh– peachy, just– peachy,” he answered between heavy breaths, waving off his doting hands. “Sorry I’m late, got a little carried away with something and lost track of time.”

You were conscious of how your Dad didn’t offer Sirius the same advice, to not pick a fight or argue or whatever it was the two of you did, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how he had everyone charmed.

So you busied yourself behind the till, doing as you were instructed and counting the money, writing down the number of each of the bills on a notepad you pulled from the drawer at your waist. 

Your Dad left soon after, turning the closed sign out front to open as he wished you, and Sirius, good luck. 

“Guess it’s just the two of us, little Potter,” Sirius pointed out, already sounding bored as he fell into a stool at your side. He leaned his head against his arm, stretching it from side to side as he groaned at his tense muscles.

You didn’t mean to stare, swore it wasn’t something you’d let become a habit, but your gaze immediately travelled to the exposed skin of his neck, zeroing in on the trail of newly-formed purple bruises  down the side.

You snorted, shaking your head at him, slamming the money compartment shut a little too aggressively so that it caught Sirius’ attention. He recognised your expression to be something close to amusement, jabbing you in your side until you were scowling and slapping his fingers away.

“What’s wrong with you– you’re acting like a fucking child,” you admonished, moving out of reach and resting a hand on your hip. 

“Why’d you make that face?” he asked instead of answering your question, nodding at you like it was you who had started it.

“It’s nothing,” you went with, hearing your Father’s words echoing in your mind from just moments ago. You needed to diffuse the situation before you really got mad, because past that point, you weren’t responsible for what you said– or did. 

So you ventured into the aisles of books, a curious Sirius on your heels, following you like a lost, yapping puppy. “If it’s nothing then why are you running away?” he pushed back.

You ignored him pointedly, stopping to stack a few books and dust along the shelves. No one had come in yet, still too early in the morning for any tourists to stumble upon your admittedly quaint but bursting shop. 

The sunlight barely filtered past the dense collection of books and mahogany shelves that lined the walls, but the windows stretched to the tall ceilings, and if you went up the spiralling staircase at the centre of the store, you’d find yourself in a cosy loft space, bathed in gold and stuffed with arm chairs and sofas for people to sit and read in. 

It was your favourite part of the store, and you were seriously debating hiding up there on your first day, just to get away from the walking-plague that followed you. 

“Come on– tell me,” he whined, standing too close for your liking. You side-stepped away, brushing a cloth against the worn covers of the Mystery section. He followed suit, returning to his previous position, and this time, you had no way out with the wall of books you’d met. 

You turned, facing him and finally acknowledged his presence. “You lied,” you stated matter-of-factly, loving that you actually had the upper-hand with him. As much as you prided yourself with being quick-witted, Sirius always seemed to find a way to stay on-top.

“Gonna have to give me something more than that, darling. Lied about what?” he countered, raising an eyebrow at you. 

You bristled at the endermeant but continued nonetheless.,

“You weren't busy. You were screwing some girl according to the bruises on your neck,” you stared pointedly at the affected area now, though it was covered by his hair in this position. His hand flew to his neck, as if hoping to shield them from your gaze.

“That’s none of your business Potter,” he countered, irritated. 

“It actually is my business when you’re both late to your job and lying to my Father,” you threw back, shoving forward and relishing in his slight stumble back– as if he hadn’t yet noticed the two of you were so so close. 

“You can’t–” his eyes were wide, worried, as he grabbed your elbow, forcing you to meet his gaze, “You can’t tell him. He’ll be so disappointed and I can’t–”

You frowned at the look of genuine distress written so plainly across of his face. If you two were anyone else, you might've let it go.

Might've--

“Well tough shit, Sirius. You’re an adult, now. This is the real world we’re talking about and not whatever fantasy you've been frolicking about these past two years." You were fuming, unnecessarily so, but both of you knew this was fight had been years in the making.

"I understand you lack the ability to form real, genuine connections but come on, Sirius. You're not a fucking teenager. Grow a pair and take some responsibility for once in your life!"

And really, you deserved it, now that you thought back. His anger was reasonable but your need to poke straight through his ribcage, wrap your fist around his heart and squeeze tight, was not. 

“Fuck you, Potter.” he bit out. “Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean the rest of us have to be equally as miserable."

It was already going to shit, Sirius was well aware of it, but he couldn't get himself to stop. To just shut up.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking uptight all the time someone might actually give it to you too," his voice now barely above a whisper with his anger deflated as he stared, pained, at your reaction.

And it didn’t take long for you to react -- for your hand to fly up and connect with his cheek, hard. You hadn't done anything two years ago but he thinks he saw you consider it. So the fact that you had finally, struck across the face, spoke to how different things really were. How different you were.

"Potter, I--" and he was speechless when he really shouldn't have been. He swallowed, trying again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered then, fighting the urge to look away from your glassy stare. “I’m sorry, Potter. You know I don’t mean it.”

What you hated most was that you did know. You knew you both brought out the worst in each other. Only, you could never figure out why that was. Why you wanted to hurl insults at him for every comment or look or the stupid way he’d string together the most perfect sentence and his irritating eyes and mouth and–

“Excuse me? Is anyone here?” 

You inhaled, all sudden, as if only just realising what you had done. You brushed past him without a word, needing, more than ever, to put some space between the two of you. If not for your anger then for whatever pesky emotion was seeping through your cracks.

You were (reluctantly) pulled from wherever your thoughts had been racing to as you called into the store, “Just one moment!”

Sirius debated if this was a sign for him to get back onto a train to anywhere you were not. It didn’t matter if he had no money or nowhere to be, but if it meant he could avoid maiming you with his words, he couldn’t quite see a way out of his predicament. 

“Sirius!” you shouted again, no longer faking your emotions but rather genuinely just exasperated by him once more. 

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” He managed to not get lost in the labyrinth of books, and found you by the travel section, chatting good-naturedly with a blonde in a tight dress.

“How can I help, doll?” he asked the blonde in question. His one tactic for almost every conundrum he’d ended up in was avoidance. And bloody hell was he good at it. 

He smiled at her, the customer, doing little to hide his admiration for the legs she had on display. She flushed a pretty pink, averting her gaze, lip between her teeth. Bingo! 

“Christ, you’re disgusting,” you muttered, mouth pouting and quiet enough that only he could hear.

“Only for you, sweetheart, only for you,” he bit back, not wanting the currently oblivious customer clue in on their conversation. “So, how can I help?”

“She needs that book–” you pointed to the top shelf, well out of reach. “--the green spine that says Amsterdam, but I can’t reach it and the step ladder is too heavy.”

“Alas! Only ever needed for my body, it seems,” he moaned with an irritating amount of flourish. 

“Whatever it takes to get the book down– do what you must, Black.” You patted his chest reassuringly, taking your spot, once again, behind the cash register.  

“So– planning a trip are you?” Sirius asked in between excessive displays of strength as he hauled the bulky ladder with a single hand. You glared at the girl as she swooned at him, wanting, rather unreasonably, for her to combust right where she stood.

But that was a ridiculous thought to begin with. You could barely stand to be even within a metre’s distance of the guy, let alone on the receiving end of his affections. You were tired, emotional and dehydrated. Must be. Though a glance at the clock had you realising it had barely been an hour since your day had started. 

So, maybe just emotional and dehydrated. 

“I’m going to get a coffee from across the street,” you announced, slugging your tote bag onto your shoulder as you walked past the preoccupied pair. Not waiting for a response, you stepped out into the early morning sun, frowning, for once, at the glare in your eyes and not the irritant you’d left behind. 

It was easier to refer to him as something pesky, infectious, fungus-like even, rather than the only person who knew how to break your heart (and despite your somewhat impenetrable facade, you let him do just that every time).

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[biteofcherry]

hiii! Since you quite a lot write breeding kink I want to ask how many kids each Steve you written for will have?

Do I write it a lot? Really? I haven't noticed! 🤭🤭🤭

All the kids of all the Steves? Oh boy, that's gonna be a full kindergarten, lol 😂 Mind you, for the most part it's only just how I imagine it, not something that will be written into the stories.

under the cut, because I have too many Steves there's no such thing as too many Steves

GOT Alpha Steve will have two sets of twins 😏 After the second pregnancy turns out to be with twins again, Sweet Brat threatens to cut off Steve's balls if he ever gets her pregnant again. Though, I am still toying with the idea of their double twins being a bit older when the third, most unexpected pregnancy happens for them again 🤭

Nesting Steve, as we know, is planning on a full soccer team 😂 No, but seriously, they're gonna have four for sure. Not more. But four definitely.

Dom Steve and Darling will have one biological kid. They will also adopt one or two kids.

HNV Alpha Steve doesn't have a set number he strives to have, he simply takes it in stride - as in, however his Omega's body is able to give him. I think three is a given.

Mountain rescuer Steve is gonna be a father of two, probably. I admit I haven't thought much about their future, beside the breeding kink being fun and messy and kinky af with them 😏

Enforcer Steve, oh that dirty kinky motherfucker is gonna have a bunch. Simply because he can't stop filling Cherry and she turns out to be a quite fertile little thing (which turns him on even more). Three to four kids are gonna hop around that house, for sure. They will need a separate wing, so they don't get traumatized by their parents being so filthy 😂

Dark mafia Steve? I kinda want to leave this blank, but it would seem telling anyway, right? 😈 I mean, we're speaking hypothetical here and all, nothing set in stone. Three

New World Order Steve would have one or two kids, not more. Not with the whole post apocalyptic dystopian shit going on.

Camboy Steve, I admit I haven't imagined their future that far ahead. I definitely see them as getting married at some point and possibly starting a family, but it's probably gonna be one or two kids.

Goldi locked Alpha Steve (and the other two Alphas in that universe) is going to be a lot like HNV Alpha Steve, meaning that he's into breeding forever and letting the nature take its course with Omega's body. It's gonna be at least three kids. Possibly more.

Fringe Benefit Steve (and Bucky) would have two kids.

Farmer Alpha Steve is probably going to have at least three 😂 I mean, it's hard not to go that route when the whole point of him is this housewife vibe and losing your ambitions to be a good Omega that fits on a farm and is eager to be taken over a haystack.

Little Worshiper Steve (and Bucky) I'm not sure yet, because I haven't thought about them starting a family yet. I can imagine them having twins and then maybe one more baby.

Captain Rogers won't have any kids with Sprite. At least I haven't imagined it happening.

Leshy Steve won't have any kids, not in the biological sense.

Darth Nomad Steve would have one baby (and Stardust's pregnancy is what pushes him to kill off the Emperor and take over the empire himself)

[hobiesdump]

How are you even cooler under your mask? (Headcanon edition. Canon's Razor version here)

Warning- i cannot decide what to do with Hobie's pronouns

Some context - I'm so here for the headcanon that Gwen was gushing bout Miles to Hobie while she crashed there. Totally accidentally hyping him up and getting um excited to meet him.

-First taking off the mask

'Ok. Keep it steady. Don't seem too eager to know what he looks like'

-Noticing Miles looking to final frame before Miles says it

Glancing over all chill and casual. Even adjusting the nose piercing with a potentially unattractive face (lol sorry, Hobie. Miles maybe thought you were winking at him)

-The first and last frame of Miles saying it with some well lit ones between

-The first frame and 3 after Miles says it

But then Miles has absolutely zero chill. Does not control his expression. Just straight up calls him cool. Not hiding a damn thing and Hobie cracks lol (Miles looks like 'it's literally not even fair how cool you are')

-In summary~

-Hobie's so upset to be going into the spiders' den without clear allies and then Miles thinks he's cool and e just lights up and it's so adorable

Some further headcanon context: I think Hobie tried too hard to be impressive, made Miles feel inferior and defensive, misread that defensiveness as playful teasing and reciprocated what was actually antagonism. This moment was a second chance for first impressions. Miles had really not been picking up on what icebreakers Hobie had been laying down so there was no reason to expect things to go so well so fast.

(And I have several additional notes depending on what multiverse we've stumbled into. I'll start from my least favorite so the post ends on the best note imo)

-Hobie clocked Gwen for the failed ally that she's being and came into this knowing e was going to be the only person actually looking out for Miles. This would make first impressions super important and Hobie probably had already realized a few mistakes were made while masked up. Of course it would be immensely relieving to know that things weren't already horribly damaged between them!

-Shipper Hobie. Especially if Hobie is actually older, e's just doing is best to be a good wing spider to Gwen. Hobie makes sure not to place emself between the two (ok once in the panic of Mumbattan and once to allow Miles to shove im). They even consistently walk ahead of them so they can be as alone together as is possible in a crowded place. The only time they walk without Miles is when Gwen hurried to catch up. (And this isn't because Miles is putting himself between them intentionally. I don't think that ever happens)

-Polyamory mission. Gwen is down for it and Hobie just needs to play it cool enough that they can build up to talking to Miles about it without freaking him out. The main focus would have probably been just making sure he didn't feel so threatened that Gwen seeing other people wouldn't be cool. But then Miles thinks Hobie is cool. And then oh no he's cute. Maybe there's a chance for turning that potential poly angle into a potential poly triangle and the plan has definitely evolved.

[ashxketchum]

A Fine Day for Curry [Mayblade 2024 entry for Card, Apron, Doughnut and Secret]

Summary: Before anything else, Kai would like you to know that he's not a picky eater, he is just very particular. Rei might wholeheartedly disagree, but he's not getting off the hook so easily. [Crackfic, No plot only vibes]

Characters: Kai, Rei (Other BBA Team Members mentioned)

Word Count: 2649

Note: The idea came to me when I found out that National Curry Day in Japan is also celebrated as KaixRei day by the Japanese fandom since the first letters of their name spell curry (Ka-Re) in Japanese. I thought it was really cute and funny and wanted to post something silly featuring the two and of course, Curry. I'm usually very happy with my 'no plot only vibes' kind of writing style, but this is the first time I'm posting something like this for Beyblade without Tyson and Hilary leading the story so I'm very nervous. I don't think I did a good job with this fic and I'm sorry in advance if you read and it feels like a complete waste lol. Feel free to send in constructive criticism, I won't mind at all!

[post divider by @/cafekitsune]

Resting his hands on top of his knees under the table, Kai resisted the urge to push the plate placed in front of him away. He was not a picky eater, or so he liked to believe, but he was set in his preferences, never taking the chance of trying something he didn’t like. He had worked hard on developing and maintaining his taste palette and didn’t really enjoy it when it was disturbed out of the blue. But still, he was an adult so most of the time if he was served something he didn’t enjoy eating, he would gulp it all down with a passive face, compromising on his beliefs to keep up appearances.

Today, however, was different because he was under the impression that when Rei invited him over for lunch, the two would get Thai takeout as they usually did, instead he was taken by surprise when his friend served up a plate of freshly made curry and rice.

Japanese-style curry was one dish that Kai found hard to make compromises on. If it wasn’t cooked with the specific recipe that his mother followed, he would rather not go anywhere near it. When he raised his eyes from the plate and watched as Rei happily folded his apron to keep it aside before taking a seat opposite him, Kai found it hard to voice out his thoughts about the dish. Rei fixed him with an eager smile and rested his folded arms on top of the table with a nod towards the food, signalling him to go ahead and take a bite.

He swallowed a gulp, raising one hand from under the table to pick up the spoon before he changed his mind and looked at Rei with a raised eyebrow, “I assumed we would be getting takeout.”

“It’s nice to switch things up once in a while, don’t you think so?” Rei shrugged, if he was bothered by how Kai had still not taken a bite of his food, he didn’t let it show on his face.

No, was what he wanted to respond with, you should know that by now.

“Aren’t you going to join me?��� Kai sent a pointed look towards the lack of a plate with food in front of Rei. It was when the latter chuckled lightly at his observation that he realised, today he would not be able to get away by just inhaling the food without tasting it and pretending he liked it.

“In a bit, I need to know what you think of the dish first,” Rei said.

“Why?”

Rei considered his question for a moment, possibly debating whether it was worth telling the truth right now or to save the explanation for later. After a while he sighed, raising one hand to rest his chin comfortably in it, he addressed Kai with an excited look in his eyes, “I’m thinking of adding a new menu on my food truck.”

“Is that feasible? For the business model, I mean,” Kai asked, letting his gaze drop back towards the curry. If it were up to him, he would rather eat a month’s worth of Rei’s baozi in one sitting over trying out the Japanese curry offered to him.

“People love buying steamed buns on their way to office or school in the morning, or while heading back home in the evening. But business slows down during the day quite a bit so I thought having a popular lunch item might help.” Rei explained, surprisingly still not annoyed that Kai was spending so much time delaying taste testing a dish clearly very important to him currently.

“That makes sense,” Kai muttered, eyeing the food in front of him with a somewhat renewed interest, “But wouldn’t Tyson be a better choice for something like this?”

Rei laughed loudly, waving his free hand dismissively, “Tyson only enjoys finding fault in Hilary’s cooking. He never judges my food harshly.”

“Max?”

“On the off chance that Max wouldn’t like the dish, he would just empty a bottle of mayo on top of it and I’d rather not watch him butcher my cooking like that.”

Kai felt defeated, he didn’t know whether telling Rei that his opinion would not be as unbiased as he assumed was the right thing to do. His chest did swell with pride, however, at the thought of being the more reliable friend within their circle.

Then he decided that since eating the curry would end up helping Rei, there was no point in trying to push the task any further. He picked up the spoon once again, and while attempting to fight off the disgust from showing on his face, he scooped up a small portion of the curry and rice. As he lifted the spoonful close to his mouth, Kai closed his eyes with the hope that not being able to see the curry would make it easier to swallow.

He had intentionally put more rice on the spoon, diluting the taste of the curry slightly but when it finally hit his senses, he was taken by surprise for a second time that day. He frowned as he chewed on the carrot piece that had landed in his bite, admitting to himself that it didn’t taste as bad as he thought it would. The sweetness of the curry wasn’t overpowering, as was the case in most Japanese roux mixes, but was a much subtle presence at first easily subdued by the rice, allowing the spicy aftertaste to flourish in all its glory making Kai conclude that the taste was actually quiet-

“Decent.”

Uncharacteristically, he ended up voicing his last thought out loud, biting his tongue in regret he sneaked a careful glance at Rei. Assuming that no chef ever wanted to hear their new dish described so blandly, Kai was expecting him to look offended or annoyed even but instead, he had the biggest smile plastered on his face, his amber eyes shining bright with accomplished pride as if he’d just won first prize at a cooking competition.

“That is a huge compliment,” Rei said, his voice now loud with excitement but still retaining the gentle, teasing tone as he added, “Considering how much you hate curry.”

“Wait, you knew I hate curry?” Kai quickly dropped the spoon back onto the plate, pushing the dish towards Rei as he scowled at him, “Why did you make me taste it then?”

“Because-” Rei paused to shake his head, the way he pursed his lips made it obvious that he was trying to hold back a laugh before he spoke, “As I implied earlier, you are the only one I can trust when it comes to objective feedback.” He leaned forward to bring the dish closer to him, picking up the spoon Kai had dropped to serve himself a bite, gathering more curry on it than rice, unlike Kai. He let out a gasp of satisfied approval after tasting it and passed a grin in Kai’s direction, “Decent enough for you to want seconds?”

“Sorry, that privilege is reserved for my Mom’s curry alone,” Kai muttered grumpily, a little relieved to see Rei nodding in understanding. While he wasn’t happy about being manipulated into sharing his opinion on something he didn’t like, he still thought it best to let Rei know that he shouldn’t put his review on a pedestal, “You should get a second opinion. About the taste.”

“I plan to. The others should be here in a while.”

Kai rolled his eyes at the obvious set-up he had walked into, Rei laughing at his reaction only soured his mood further, “I suppose I am more surprised by the fact that you do know what I don’t like.”

“Of course I do, how long have we known each other? Don’t hurt my feelings with accusations like that,” Rei clicked his tongue as he shook his head disapprovingly, “Do you know how much trouble yours and Max’s picky eating habits have given us over the years?”

“I am not a picky eater.” Kai defended himself quickly, “I’m just particular about my likes and dislikes.”

“That is the definition of being a picky eater, Kai.” Rei chuckled, going back to take a few more bites of the curry, he did not bother to explain his own statement of accusation against Kai any further.

“What did you mean, when you said Max and I have caused problems over the years?” Not that Kai was one to give up easily, he fixed Rei with his best intimidating stare and folded his arms across his chest in a gesture to show he wouldn’t budge till he got his answer.

“You know when we used to travel extensively for tournaments and stuff,” Rei said, expecting it to be a sufficient hint but sighed when he noticed that Kai was still looking at him with confusion, “The amount of effort Hilary put into finding hotels and restaurants that would match all our tastes so we wouldn’t have reason to complain.”

Kai leaned back in his chair, relaxing his arms slightly. If he was being honest, this thought had never crossed his mind. After all, whichever hotel they stayed in or wherever they stopped by for meals after matches, the menu always had some option that he enjoyed eating, there was no reason for him to go beyond and think how that always worked out. But now when he revisited those memories, little things seemed to pop up. Like how if he ever lost a match, he never joined the others for a meal afterwards, opting to go for a long walk to clear his head instead. When he’d get back a package of his comfort food would always be waiting in his hotel room, which he had always taken for granted, but now understood was something that wouldn’t be possible without Hilary.

“We had a secret group chat too, Chief, Hilary and I.” Rei continued, his eyes softened as memories of their beyblading days probably came rushing back, but it was quickly replaced with a mischievous glint, “We still do actually, do you think it’s a coincidence that all our get-togethers and reunions always have a perfect menu to boast?”

“So the three of you have just been gossiping about our eating habits behind our backs?” Kai scoffed, the moment of guilt he’d felt about not appreciating Hilary’s efforts as a manager was immediately doused by Rei’s extended explanation.

“Can you blame us?” Rei responded in amusement, but seeing Kai refusing to take this lightly only made him laugh more.

Kai found it hard to fight back with denial because the truth was just that obvious.

If he ever had to spend time with his former teammates over a meal, he preferred to have Rei or Hilary tag along, since he’d always assumed their tastes were quite similar. Now he knew it was just because they understood his habits so well, and were being considerate towards him by accepting his invitations. That didn't leave him much to argue with so he kept quiet even as Rei looked at him expectantly, deciding to instead focus on how to get back at Rei for first, making him eat curry manipulatively and second, implying that Kai was a fussy eater.

Because he really wasn’t, he was just particular. There was a difference, even if Rei refused to acknowledge it.

After seething and brainstorming in silence for a while, just when he thought he was at a loss for ideas, the sound of the doorbell ringing loudly across the apartment reminded Kai that there was still one very good card left to play. Rei quickly got up from his seat and began to rummage through the kitchen, pulling out more plates, and turning the stove on to reheat the food.

“Kai, can you get that please?” He called out as he moved around.

Kai reluctantly got up from his seat and walked to the door, though not before he caught Rei pulling out a plate of egg sandwiches, one of Kai’s favourites, from his fridge and setting them on the table along with the pot of curry. He couldn’t tell if knowing that Rei had already prepared a backup dish for him as per his tastes made him feel happy because at least his friend knew him well, or even more annoyed because it only served to strengthen the trap he’d fallen in today. When he pressed the button on the intercom and saw Tyson, Hilary and Max wave through the tiny screen, he settled on feeling annoyed for the sake of it.

“Rei! We got doughnuts!”

Tyson’s voice cracked through the speaker as he lifted the bag in his hands up towards the camera. Kai didn’t respond obviously, only pressed the button to open the door that would let them in.

“Rei? Are you there?”

Tyson asked again, making Kai roll his eyes at his actions. He could just come up and talk to Rei in person, why did he feel the need to speak through the doorbell was beyond him, Kai thought as he shook his head.

“It’s probably Kai who answered, Tyson. Let’s go.”

He saw Hilary dragging Tyson away, and the plan became quite clear in his head at that moment.

“Would it kill him to greet back once in a while-”

Tyson’s muffled complaint was completely cut off as the display went black, indicating that all three of his friends had successfully entered the building. It would take them a while to come up as Rei lived on the tenth floor, so Kai decided to saunter back to the kitchen, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the door frame with the confidence of a beyblader about to land the winning strike.

“This secret group chat of yours,” Kai spoke, pausing to check if he had Rei’s attention and when his friend passed him a confused look, he continued, “Does Tyson know about it?”

Rei stopped setting up the table and looked up at Kai, eyes wide with fear and horror, “Kai, don’t.”

“Because I just think that, it’s the kind of thing he should know about.”

“Kai, please! If he throws a fit, Hilary will strangle me without a second thought, you know she’s capable of it.”

Rei's scared yet pleading voice did make him feel better about all the manipulation, and just for a second, he thought he would forgive his friend and play nice. After all, Rei did prove that he knew him better than most people, and valued his opinion more than the others, so there really was no need for Kai to exact his revenge.

A knock on the door announced the arrival of their friends and the tension on Rei's face deepened as Kai promptly turned on his heels to open the door.

"Kai, I will owe you big time if you keep this secret for me!" Rei called out in a squeaky voice from the kitchen, making Kai laugh out loud for a change.

“It’s been so long since we saw a real Tyson and Hilary fight, you know" Kai turned his head just once to smirk in triumph, "They just don’t do them like that anymore.”

As he turned the doorknob, he heard Rei shuffling behind him in the kitchen at twice the speed from before, possibly hiding any sharp objects out of Hilary's reach. He suppressed another laugh before swinging the door open. In the end, Kai decided to let Rei off the hook just this once. But there was no reason for Rei to know that, instead he would enjoy keeping him guessing about when Kai would drop the bomb for the rest of the day. When he finally came face to face with Tyson, Kai made sure that Rei could hear him as he announced loudly, “Tyson, guess what-”

- x -

[icedragonlizard]

My new & updated take on Marx's dynamics with Taranza and Susie

Back then, I used to headcanon Susie and Taranza both hating Marx, which made me not in the boat of "Wave 3 + Marx" friend group.

I... uh... changed my mind! I take it back, lol. I've changed some headcanons of mine, and nowadays I actually do see those two getting along with him. I've mentioned about it here.

I'm now indeed in the boat of Wave 3 + Marx friend group! Congrats to Magolor that his three besties can actually friggin' get along in my updated verse now after the changes.

This is a big post so I'm going to put a 'Keep reading' tag down below if you're curious to see how I updated these dynamics.

Allow me to first talk about how I now view the dynamic that Marx and Taranza have going on.

They came together over both being fellow magic-using trickster buddies of Magolor.

Taranza is, at times, a genuine goofball. He's good-humored, has a killer smile, and has the capacity to be incredibly smug. His ego may have been quite damaged from what happened at the ending of Triple Deluxe, but his smug streak is slowly but surely coming back.

He's easily good-humored enough to become pals with Marx. These two can and will collaborate on some absurd hijinks.

They've 100% simultaneously eaten watermelons and spat out the seeds onto other people before. And they'd totally do it again.

But despite getting along well and cooperating in mischief, these two also have a... cain instinct sort of thing going on. Taranza has a comparatively more chill dynamic with Magolor, but he's sort of in a mutual "I'd love to beat them up just because I can!" dynamic with Marx. There's a friendly rivalry between these two.

They sometimes argue over petty stuff, eager to dominate each other in arguments. There are also times where they prank each other... and believe it or not, Taranza has out-pranked Marx on occasion. He gloats about it every time, saying "I'm the better prankster now!", but then Marx is quick to remind Taranza that most of his mischief is mild and inadequate, and that out-pranking him are just outlier instances.

If they're both feeling especially unhinged, then they can and will bite each other. Callback to this post LOL. They've been competitive over "I'm the better biter!" and don't worry, Taranza isn't venomous, so Marx is not in danger. They do these bite fights in good fun, but man they can get really comically unhinged.

It's also worth mentioning that Taranza is much better at having standards than Marx in terms of mischief. Marx just gets ahead of himself in causing literal chaos. Taranza, as silly as he can sometimes be, is more careful in causing mischief. He will absolutely stop Marx from going too far. Out of the people that stop Marx from going off the rails with mischief, Taranza is one of the more adamant ones about it... and that itself causes some argumentation between the two, as Marx is bold enough to roll his eyes and an instigate an argument when he gets stopped by him.

So yeah, there's some drama that goes on in this dynamic. But despite that, Marx and Taranza do like each other and do appreciate each other's friendship. And if nothing else, Marx actually has the courtesy to try to cheer Taranza up when he catches him being sad or upset... by saying things that'd make him laugh. Sometimes he goes overboard with this and so it might not always work, but it's the thought that counts I think.

There are times where Marx teases Taranza and asks him if he "has a thing for strong, scary women". This is because Taranza's best alive friend is Susie, and he's also pretty good friends with Zan Partizanne. To be fair, Susie and Zan can both easily go in the "strong, scary woman" boat with Sectonia, so Marx is not entirely wrong LOL.

It's also a little bit ironic because Marx really likes Francisca for her type of unhinged.

Almost every time Marx visits Taranza in his home in the Royal Road castle, he enters by jumping through one of the windows instead of showing up at the door like everyone else does. What a little shit. But hey, Taranza appreciates the company! He's overall glad to have Marx around.

Gonna be real, Taranza would absolutely do that same jumping-through-window thing to Marx. But the problem there is that Marx does not have an actual home as he's technically homeless, LOL. I guess Marx wins in that department.

Taranza showed Marx around all of the islands of Floralia. It was a fun time. They both clowned on Pyribbit one time when they visited the Floralian island of Endless Explosions.

Okay that's all I'm sharing for that dynamic. Now it's time for me to talk about my updated dynamic that Marx has with Susie.

This is easily the most unhinged dynamic out of all the dynamics of the "Wave 3 + Marx" quartet.

The things that Marx and Susie have going on is... LMAO. This a rather mean-spirited friendship; they bully each other a whole bunch without pulling punches, but they're also a frighteningly powerful duo for when they both feel like teaming up to cause some hijinks. A lot of stuff that happens between these two just screams unhinged!

The "Wave 3 + Marx" quartet already has some cain instinct relationships going on... Magolor and Susie like to butt heads for enrichment, while Marx and Taranza do the same to each other. But I think Marx and Susie is easily the most intense out of the cain instinct dynamics out of the quartet. The most arguments that happen within this quartet are easily coming from between these two. They've absolutely argued about clockwork stars before. Callback to this post.

Although since I made that post before I changed my headcanons to make these two friends, maybe the arguments are just somewhat less intense than that example. Susie technically DOES consider Marx to be insufferable in my verse, just not in a "I actually hate him" sort of way now. More like the 'friendly' sort of viewing one as insufferable.

Susie's dynamics with Magolor and Marx are similar in many ways. They both love to tease, prank and argue with her, and she's brash enough to all those things to them right back. She does have fun doing it, which is a good chunk of the reason why she likes them. They're also the two people that drag her out of her comfort zone to introduce more fun into her life.

It's just that she does the "friendly fighting" stuff with Marx more intensely than with Magolor. Magolor is somewhat more chill by comparison and also does some fun technology collaboration stuff with Susie. Meanwhile, Marx and Susie often don't hold back when picking on each other. Someone has to calm them down when it happens.

But despite bullying each other a lot... at the end of the day, they're still friends. They actually have some mad respect for each other over the fact that they're not afraid to play dirty. Their friendly fighting is part of the reason why they're drawn to each other sometimes, as they're practically impressed by each other's audacity. There are times where it makes them decide to team up and troll other people on occasion.

In fact, Marx actually stokes Susie's ego sometimes. He's completely unfazed by any of the weird and unhinged lab creations that she's done. He actually eggs her on to do messed up things because he's a big fan of messed up things. Not kidding, when he learned about what happened to Meta Knight during the HWC invasion on Popstar, he literally said "Wow, holy shit. I'm impressed by the fact you did that. That was radical!" because he's a sicko.

Taranza or someone else has to slap Marx upside the head for encouraging Susie. She's being reigned in by Kirby, Taranza and sometimes Magolor who are working on making her a better person. Stop encouraging her to do bullshit, Marx! Thankfully, she's more inclined to listen to Taranza than to Marx because she's closer to the former, but that doesn't change the fact that the jester still manages to feed her ego. This is why their cain instinct relationship is actually helpful, so she's not super inclined to let him influence her too much, despite her pride being boosted by him.

Marx is allowed to visit the HWC's headquarters (where Susie lives) under the condition he does not cause any mischief or chaos. He complies, but instead just tells the Haltworkers a lot of jokes. He often gets away with it, but there were a few instances where Susie had to tell him to stop when it got overboard.

This is a very interesting friendship, all in all. They playfight a lot, but that's part of the charm and part of why like each other LOL. And like said earlier, Marx (alongside Magolor) has dragged Susie out of comfort zone many times to implement more fun into her life. He's generally not a good influence on her, but that's the one good thing he did to her. Susie can thank him for that. She'll give him credit there.

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So yeaaah I'm now officially a "Wave 3 + Marx" friend group truther.

We should call this group something else for some convenience.

Maybe call it the "Magogang"? I sincerely wouldn't be shocked if Magolor himself tried to call it that. It's him and his three besties, after all. What do you think? If Magogang doesn't cut it, what should we call this group?

Concluding this post now as it's already very long. Thanks for reading if you did!

[konigsberg]

(This is like 5% ask and 95% compliments) I have to extend all my love and thanks over Midnight Ocean! I’m on my third re-read of the story (and I’m severly dyslexic, so reading the entire thing multiple times is the most I’ve read probably in my entire life!). You are so beyond dedicated to your writing and I can’t thank you enough for it <3 Your story keeps me on my toes, all of the characters are SO rich and nuanced, all of their relationships, conflicts and imperfections truly shine in your work. I’m affraid your work has spoiled me for fanfiction, i keep thinking ”but damn… this isn’t Midnight Ocean levels” and then go and continue my re-reads. Once it’s complited, by the gods, I’m going bind it by hand in leather.

I’m beyond excited for the upcoming events when ever they happen: Hades finding out about Zagreus, whatever Persephone has got cooking up, their first true ”I love you” and of course the removing of the pall. (And events yet unexpected by me!!)

What is something you’ve been waiting to write and see readers react to? (As much as you can tell obviously)

Can’t begin to describe how much of a joy MO has been and continues to be. I look forwards to updates like the rising of the moon. Genuinely from the bottom of my heart, thank you <3

Thank you so much! It always means a lot to hear someone enjoys MO enough to reread it, let alone want to bind it. It's brought me a lot of joy to write, and getting to share that and know others appreciate it is really amazing.

I'll go ahead and answer the rest under the cut to avoid spoiling things.

And of course, as I was typing the spoilers turned... sort of major so lol beware?

I've gotten to a few parts I've been waiting and waiting to write recently, but they won't be posted to Ao3 yet (Moros Silly Boy Behavior, Alcmene's Return, Nemesis' Box Reveal, the joys of using Eros' book). But the really, really big ones I haven't gotten to yet are of course things that readers are most excited for, too, like the Hades meeting, Olympus' reaction, things like that.

A few I don't think people mention a lot, though: Theseus™, (maybe big spoilers for people who aren't familiar with mythology, though I think this has been mentioned in the notes) Theseus' whole deal with both Medea and Heracles (and how that then is meant to foil Thanatos' dynamics), Heracles for that matter, also...... Ares' return to the story... the DILF energy we need in these trying times.

Hades and Thanatos' relationship is one I've thought about so much over the years, and I'm so excited to finally get to put that on the page and see people respond. Demeter is also such an important figure in all of this that often gets ignored both by me and others, and she'll be very, very fun to finally include. The continuation of Hermes' background arc stuff...

Something only me and like two random people are invested in: the continuation of Moros bullshit. My poor little meow meow, my perfect uwu foil to my other perfect uwu baby (Thanatos). My silly rabbit, here to cause problems and help Zagreus establish more independence if entirely unintentionally etc. And Moros' goofy little romance arc, that will be fun.

Also, the actual proper Cupid & Psyche Moment, y'know, the big part of the narrative. Sometimes people ask if it will happen, really expressing that they can't see it as even a possibility in the MO narrative, or others express total unfamiliarity with the plot of the myth so they don't know about The Moment at all (part of why I'm reluctant to clarify What Moment lmao)... I'm eager for that, though I know it will result in people being very, very angry at me.

I don't think this is tooooo spoilery because I think it's been made clear it will happen, but Eros showing up will be so fun, not to mention Psyche! Actual Psyche lol! We can't have a whole narrative about soul porn without the OG soulfuckers.

Oh, Hypnos too. And Pasithea who has unwittingly had her marriage present (the Eros book) lowkey highjacked.

Sorry this mostly turned into incoherent babbling. I hope it's both not too spoilery, but also answers the question lol? Either way, thank you again!

[pawmesan]

With the next episode about to have some good old angst and us having a better idea of what the title refers to, I wanna take a moment to focus on Satoshi. It's really interesting to me that the next episode title ,"Pokémon! I'm glad I met you!", is voiced by him, especially now that we know the focus of the episode and that he's definitely gonna continue being in the series (and if you wanna believe certain leaks, so will Gou). In other words, while the title certainly also refers to him, Koharu and Gou reminiscing about their adventures with Pokémon, the main focus is definitely about Gou wanting to go on a journey, but he assumes Satoshi will tell him to go ahead because that's just the way his supportive friend is. Because he thinks he's not as important to Satoshi as Satoshi is to him, probably.

And this title, being spoken by Satoshi, is meant to tell us already that that's not true. And it's been shown throughout the series already, even if Satoshi seems to be less open about how much he likes Gou specifically. That's what I want to talk about in this post as a refresher of sorts for next Friday, so sorry for the long introduction lol.

First things first, their meeting on Lugia of course. They had a lot of staring at each other in that episode, but for Satoshi especially I think that moment on the flower field, when Gou talks about wanting to see the world and all sorts of Pokémon, is important. You'll notice in that moment he sits up and his desire to show that world to Gou has sparked. He realised that this boy shared this big desire with him. And while at that moment they're nowhere near close friends, their mutual interest in each other is definitely there. And interest is something Satoshi keeps for Gou, like in the following episode, after they had their little fight, when Satoshi closes in curiously because Gou knows much better how to use technology than him, even if it's just knowing how to ask your phone stuff to actually get a useful answer about a construction site.

Then in further episodes, we again and again have Satoshi eager to show cool things to Gou. Be it experiencing battles in the Flute Cup episode, how to catch Pokémon in that first catching ep or meeting his family and Alolan Pokémon later on. Satoshi had been a mentor showing newbies how to do stuff before, namely when May and Dawn started out back then. But unlike with them, their relationship starts on mutual grounds. Satoshi doesn't see himself as above him, he's more like just a kid wanting to show someone all kinds of cool things they know to get closer to them. If you remember your own friend-making process back in elementary, you'd tend to try to impress each other and show each other really mundane stuff (ex. Satoshi showing Gou how he eats his food on the train in the Scorbunny catch ep because he thinks it's tastier that way). You're equally eager to try out the things the other shows you (ex. in the same scene Gou shows him that ripping the bread with your hands first is easier and Satoshi tries it out right away). I think that's something that makes them especially cute together in the beginning, because the anime did a great job at portraying two young boys getting to know each other and becoming close friends. That's probably my favourite part of the ship too, because it just feels so real, like you're watching their relationship develop in real time.

In the first Alola episode I think we see for the first time how Gou misinterprets how Satoshi feels towards him. And I can't even blame him with his low self esteem and all, but still. He tells Kaki that Satoshi has no interest in supporting him, that dreams are something you reach on your own. Satoshi doesn't correct him, but we see his expression and we saw even to that point that that's not true. He DID support Gou as much as he could and Gou supported him in return even. And they're not stopping anytime soon.

Later in the Mewtwo episode, when Gou talks about how the future lies in his hands, Satoshi joins in and says "OUR hands, right?". That's huge, because he openly says he wants to share a future with Gou. I don't think he's ever even been that invested in another person. And that's not just super gay gay homo gay, but also already gives an answer for the upcoming episode. Beneath his supportiveness of letting his friend go when he wants to go, because Satoshi is just like that, his true wish is to be with Gou. During the Darkest Day arc, when they're separate and he's in that hotel room and says "I wish Gou was here right now", you see it again. He might not voice it to Gou himself - and that's kinda his mistake - but he absolutely loves being with him and wants to stay together with him.

Much much later, right before his battle with Dande, when Gou has to leave on short notice and won't see the battle, you see the disappointment all over Satoshi's face. But again, he is a supportive person, especially for someone he really cares about. Even though it hurts him, he doesn't want to stand in the way of Gou's dream and lets him go without complaints. Same with previous Project Mew missions btw, where Satoshi sees it as obvious to tag alongside Gou, no matter if he actually helps or not. You see his disappointment again, the one time where Asahi doesn't let him join during the battle royale (good idea lol Satoshi would obliterate everyone there) and especially the one time Gou says he wants to go on the Regi mission alone.

Letting someone go despite wanting to be with them 24/7 is probably the greatest sign of love. Satoshi loves Gou so much, he puts his desires over his own. What he doesn't realise is that due to his lack of resistance (much unlike Gou's reaction when Satoshi stood him up to hang out with Dande lol), Gou misinterprets it as Satoshi not valuing him as much.

In other words, tomorrow's episode had a lot of buildup. It was bound to happen sooner or later if the writers were to stick with the narrative they built. And they did, so I need this moment to point out how much I love that. I think anipoke is oftentimes... far away from the pinnacle of writing lol because it's bound so much to marketing and quantity that the storytelling really suffers from it. But now with Satogou's relationship, they absolutely took advantage of those boundaries and I'm all here for that.

Long story short: We know Gou really, reeeaally likes Satoshi, that's clear as day. It got proven in last Friday's episode AGAIN when he thinks about smiling for Satoshi and then confronts Mew, thanking it for letting him meet him among things and directly referencing all the way back to his gay awakening™ in the Ivysaur episode.

Because Gou's case is so glaringly obvious, Satoshi's feelings for him are kinda overshadowed, both for Gou and the audience. And if that was on purpose it worked really well, because I've seen a lot of people think Satoshi will definitely let Gou go like he did with previous companions. But we know he had a hard time parting ways with previous companions too, so I think this episode will absolutely subvert our expectations when Satoshi, for the first time, will be open about how he feels and ask his buddy to stay with him. And Gou will be just as dumbfounded by that reaction as the audience.

Thanks for reading my Satogou essay once again gjcjxvxv 💕

[alicesought]

{{ Recently, all together, I swear I've seen like 4 posts about how the rp community isn't how it used to be. And I know, I mean, I'm not ancient but I've been around a few years

And one thing you must know about me, I do hate to be Known. I like my identity private and as separate from each instance as possible, but I'll go ahead and admit this isn't my first time writing Jervis. I did a long, long time ago. Some muses you just always come back to I guess. And it was wonderful then, I mean arguably some of my best stories were collaborated with random people who seemed so eager to just pop into DMs and manifest whole arcs from thin air. And back to back and often with very few moments apart. Especially because it was often multiple people doing it, unrelated to each other.

And never let it be said that it was because people were willing to finish eon long threads-- we weren't! Not in the least, all we did was jump around to the good parts on a whim, sometimes only 2-3 replies in, it was 80% plotted imaginary moments, and no one ever minded because we were technically getting somewhere lol. And there was always somewhere to GET you see. There wasn't long threads but there was fascinating, consistent relationships written out on the dash. And it isn't that we got older either, as I've seen some people say, not necessarily, we were all already adults and I was already busy and tired every day lol. But we made time, because something important was Happening. You know? I would say that was just me having once in a lifetime luck with so many muses with good chemistry but really the whole rp community seemed more vibrant. For obvious reasons of being literally more abundant I know but let me moan,,

Don't ask me to tell you what blog it was, I don't think it exists anymore and I don't remember its name even if I did-- and no, don't tell me if you have a guess, I'm warnING you I will blOCK you--

Make no mistake! I've had plenty of great interactions now, really, as I've no doubt already gushed over excessively publicly so much for that to be assumed, but I can't help noticing what's missing, reading those posts have just sunk me into this horrible melancholy... }}

[knickynoo]

hi, i love your posts a lot and hope you're doing well!

you may have covered it before, but do you have any headcanons about the early years of doc and marty's friendship? i always find myself wondering how they went from a awkward employer and employee relationship, to the close bond we see them share in the films. i would love to know your thoughts!

Hello! Thank you; I hope you're also doing well :)

This kind of connects to an ask I had gotten a while ago about how long I thought it took Marty to fully trust Doc. My answer was: immediately, lol.

Basically, I don't think there was much (if any!) of an awkward period between them. In my head, it essentially went like this:

Doc *upon finding 14-year-old Marty had broken into his garage*: "Um. Hello, there. My name is Doctor Emmett Brown."

Marty: "Hey, I'm Marty."

Doc and Marty: *exchanging friendship bracelets*

I mean, in the comic book depiction of their initial meeting, Marty doesn't even care about discussing the pay Doc offers him. He says, "I'll be happy just to be the guy who knows Doctor Emmett L. Brown!" And. And! Doc's journals in the DeLorean Time Machine manual contain an entry written the day he meets Marty, where he writes, "I have a good feeling about the lad, and feel confident I can trust him." They are literally only hours post-meeting, and Doc has already put his full trust into this kid who snuck in through his window earlier that afternoon. Love it. Now for headcanons.

Obviously, Marty likes Doc from the get-go simply because he thinks he's really interesting and cool and smart, but I think--for Twin Pines Marty, at least--a lot of that initial connection comes from him being sort of starved for attention from a caring, adult figure. Every grown-up around Marty is dysfunctional. His father is oblivious and discouraging, his mother is a sad alcoholic, Biff is an abusive bully, and Strickland thinks Marty is a punk kid destined for a life of failure.

^^ I feel like this meme is fitting

Anyway, Marty then suddenly has this adult in his life who...likes him? Thinks he's smart and has potential? Doesn't talk to him like he's an idiot? I absolutely think that Marty was instantly like, "I am going to spend every possible waking moment here." Doc goes ahead and slaps the Flex Tape right over Marty's damaged self-esteem.

Those early first few months are filled with Doc slipping mini science lessons into all the time they spend together. Marty goes into the whole assistant gig with very limited knowledge, but he's eager to learn. Doc quickly figures out the best way Marty learns and absorbs information, and he gives him a lot of the basic facts and skills that he needs to be able to help around the lab.

I think it actually takes a while for Marty to open up about his family life. Doc has an inkling that home isn't such a great place, but he has no clue how to approach the subject and wonders if it's even appropriate to do so. They both dance around the topic for a long while until it all comes tumbling out of Marty one evening. Doc, having had his own unhappy relationship with his father, empathizes with his new friend, though I don't see Doc as being quick to share any stories of his own. He mostly avoids the subject when Marty tries to ask about his childhood (maybe just sharing stories of his mother). He does eventually talk about his father, but it's a tough thing to do.

Related to the above, I think Marty's little cot was an addition to the lab in those early few months of friendship. There were nights they were either working late, or Marty just didn't seem to want to go home, and Doc didn't want him having to sleep slouched in a chair or on top of a table. Marty walked into the garage one day, and there was suddenly a bed for him.

Contrary to the comics, I DO NOT headcanon that Doc gave that nickname to himself. Marty did, and it probably happened on day one or two of them knowing each other. He just went, "Yo, Doc," and Doc momentarily paused in brief confusion before going, "Huh, guess that's my name now." But Doc loves it because it's the first kind nickname he's ever been given.

From the moment Doc finds out Marty's a musician, he tells Marty he'd like to hear him play. Marty wants to be able to share his music with his new friend, but he's also really nervous. What if Doc thinks he stinks? Eventually, he builds up the courage and brings his guitar to the garage one night. He has Doc (and Einie's) full attention, and they both love his music. Doc is quite impressed with Marty's talent and encourages him to continue to build those skills and share his songs. Sometimes, Doc requests a certain song, and Marty does his best to learn to play it.

That's all I can think of at the moment! Thanks for the ask!

[mickmundy]

make way everyone my gf and i were discussing one of our other medsnips that i neglected to mention in my other post BUT.,., priest sniper and "priest" (demon) medic.,. heh.. also let it be known that The Church here means like. chr*stian religion umbrella or w/e lol. don't care about getting any more/less specific atm but just so we're clear lskdfjd

so medic was a human who thought that The Church was total bullshit and encouraged people to question them and their faith in general etc. he ends up being burned at the stake for "crimes" [caught publicly denouncing the church, framed for a crime or like whatever. not dwelling on this part] and comes back as a demon that is dead set (hoo!) on making things as miserable for the church as possible (feeds off of strife and chaos of course), so he travels around and eventually comes upon a church that sniper is a part of. he's been born and raised to be a part of it and continues to do so because it's what he was taught and ever since his parents died he's just been leaning on it extra hard. Very Devout... wanted to make his family proud... etc.....

so medic is eager to start "feeding" off of this establishment and comes across sniper who is one of the first to welcome him ("some people can be rude to newcomers. i always try making 'em feel welcome, so... welcome,. heh.") and medic can tell that sniper is good-hearted and is like hmm... he will be spared from my wrath ^w^! and so things start happening around the church like more gossip starts coming out, food starts going bad quicker, some people leave, etc... and this whole time sniper's been having... really good "luck". his fruits are riper, meat tastes better, etc. strange!

one time sniper and a few others (shitty people) are under some pillar or something in the church and it "randomly" collapses and medic conveniently is right nearby to watch as sniper is miraculously juuust enough out of the way to be completely unharmed. and medic rushes over and is like "mein gott, are you alright!" and sniper's like "yeah!! heh, i must have a guardian angel!" and medic's heart flutters and is like "hoo…! imagine that! >v>"

more under the cut; is a little suggestive, so just a heads up!

so naturally being a lover of gossip and chaos, the confessional is medic's favorite place to be. easy pickin's for a demon like himself and completely private (plus it's not something other members typically enjoy doing so higher ups immediately stuck medic with it), so he's chilling in there doing his rounds reading a magazine etc and someone comes in and is like "d'like to confess... something..." and medic knows that voice.,., it's... sniper.,.,

medic instantly perks up and is giving sniper his Genuine Full Attention and like "yes, go ahead," and sniper swallows thickly and is like "i need help. i think i've been... well, i think i'm sick," and medic raises a brow and is like "well, that can be remedied with medicine-" and sniper kinda cuts him off and is like "no. not like... that." and medic stays silent and sniper tries again and is like "i... i have... feelings... of... (clears throat)... various... complexities.,., for someone." and medic's like "well feelings certainly aren't a sickness. how do you feel that this is wrong?" and sniper's like "... it's... feelings of.... lust." and medic bristles a bit because he's about to be so lethally jealous if sniper has a crush on anyone but him!!

buuut medic knows this feeling all too well and being a demon doesn't mean he's devoid of feelings... he remembers what it was like being a human too! and is like "you should tell the object of our affection.., they would certainly be glad to hear it..." and sniper shakes his head repeatedly and is like trying to articulate like yes he has a crush on him but not only that he wants to fuck diabolically nastily with him and medic can like. Sense/Feel the distress coming off of sniper.... and sniper's SOOOOOO sexually wound up and has had the literal fear of God put into him and medic's like ;_; would never judge him for this... wants to help Sexually but also emotionally... :'(

and medic's like "well, why don't you walk me through your pain. tell me about it a bit more in depth. these feelings surely aren't sinful-" and sniper cuts him off and is like "but they are! y'don't get it, i.., the things i want him to do to me...!" and basically starts dirty talking (accidentally.. SD:FK:SDF) to medic and medic's like ok genuinely? lord have mercy and they're both all wound up and at this point medic's trying not to transform because sniper's lust is like. palpable to him and its delicious but he also doesn't want to scare sniper.,.!

[not going to post nsfw itself here despite the copious amounts i've written of it for this LOL but pretend i did. it just jumps from here becuase we're still sorting out exactly how medic reveals himself as a demon but they're getting hot and heavy we'll just say that.]

when medic reveals himself (all of the things sniper's feeling + what medic himself is feeling it becomes literally impossible to stop his transformation) sniper's like shaking and is like "oh my god. oh my god. oh my god please don't kill me, i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" and medic cups sniper's cheek and is like "your... guardian angel would never hurt you.,, darling michel.,." and sniper's like WHAT ALL OF THAT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE BLOODY TIME????? and medic grins (rows and rows of sharp teeth) and is like "hee hee.,. guilty...! ^v^" and the more they fool around [redacted amounts of smut lskfsklddjf] medic's pupils start going black and red and his voice as a like Metallic Twang to it and he starts growing horns and wings and flaps them excitedly and whacks his tail around (wagging it) and sniper gasps and squeezes his thighs around medic's head tighter (a bit startled) and it just makes his tail sway harder/makes his wings flap excitedly and sniper moans and is like "ohhhhh god!!! <33" arches his back and gasps and medic's like "aheh, please, call me ludwig ^v^" and sniper whimpers his name and medic's like @v@

aaand the rest i'll probably post about on my nsfw twitter at some point HEH (mutuals can feel free to dm me and ask for it)! >:) but i hope u enjoy!! ^v^ <333 like anything else feel free to send asks about them or whatever u wanna do heh!! <3

[m34gs]

What are your top 5 favourite platonic relationships in fiction?

Hi friend!!! Thank you for this ask! I'm so excited for this!!!!!! I had to do some errands earlier so I couldn't answer until now, and then when I had time I got so excited I just had to make myself a cup of tea first! So I shall sip my tea as I answer. Prepare for a Ramble. LOL. As usual, I will be listing this from Fifth to First, with my Top Favourite being last. Also, this list is gonna be HIGHLY subjective. :D Warning for potential spoilers ahead!

5th: Bokuto and Hinata, from Haikyuu!! What I like about this relationship is their dynamic. Hinata is enthusiastic and easily excited and Very Energetic. He's like a mini-Bokuto. And Bokuto loves that. Hinata looks up to him and even decides to become his 'disciple'. I love that Hinata continuously cheers for his senpai, and that Bokuto immediately is like "hell yeah! That's my disciple!!" It's very endearing. It's a very wholesome relationship. The reason it is lower on my list is that while I really love it, I also really really really enjoy the (non-canon) potential darker side of this platonic relationship...I have so far written and posted one fanfic where Bokuto kidnaps Shouyou in a bit of a platonic yandere way, and I really really can't let go of that idea to be honest. It's like an itch in my brain. So, if I get back to feeling like writing and posting more for Haikyuu, I may post more Bokuto tormenting Shouyou. :D

4th: Milly and Meryl from Trigun (1998). I absolutely love these two ladies. They kick ass, support each other, and bring me so much joy. Meryl and Milly work for an insurance company, chasing after Vash the Stampede because of the immense damages he caused in a past fight. They are both strong women, in different ways, and they work so well together. Meryl is the one in charge, but she's very high-strung and sometimes loses sight of things outside of work. Milly comes across as airheaded, and she is physically very strong (her gun is 98kg). She's kind and positive and makes a lot of jokes. Where Meryl gives the orders and keeps them on the right track, Milly is the one who reminds Meryl to stop and smell the flowers once in a while. They're amazing girls and they work very hard. I just really love how they encourage each other, listen to each other, and work together so well.

3rd: In third place is Rin Okumura and Izumo Kamiki, from Blue Exorcist. I actually am fond of most platonic relationships involving Izumo because she is such a tsundere and it's really fun and cute to watch her go through trying to act all prickly when she has become actually fond of her fellow exwires. I chose her and Rin, though, because I think this was one of the bigger turning points for Rin. (Spoilers for Kyoto Arc ahead! If you're caught up on the anime, then no worries!)

On the way to Kyoto, Izumo is the only one who approaches and sits next to Rin. And when he asks if she was afraid, as they now know he is the son of Satan, she responds that shouldn't matter. Sure, he's related to a demon, but Izumo points out that lots of Exorcists are. He just happens to be related to Satan. It's the way she is the first one to treat him as a normal classmate after the reveal...the way she also calls out their other classmates for being cowardly when they found out...it screams Friendship. She may pretend she's aloof most of the time, but she really does care, and this is one of my absolute favourite interactions that shows it. In return, Rin is a very caring and eager person. He definitely appreciates Izumo's actions, and it really shows in parts of the manga (of which I will not speak more since I don't want to spoil things for you!).

2nd: Swindler and Courier from Akudama Drive take the second spot! I think their relationship is really interesting. In my opinion, Courier has a bit of an older brother vibe, which immediately makes me very happy. In the show, I think the scene that cemented their relationship in my eyes was the part where they're trapped in the same scenario replaying over and over in their heads. They're trapped in the same scenario: back at the Takoyaki stand. To me, that emphasizes how much they really impacted each other. I also think by the end of the show they have a lot of trust and loyalty to each other. Swindler and Courier had to know. They Had to know that they weren't making it out alive if they tried to save Brother and Sister. There was no storyline where they would get out of that situation safe and sound. But they still did it, and they did it together. That loyalty and devotion doesn't just happen between everyone. I truly believe they had a special connection and friendship by the end, even if they didn't get to enjoy it for long.

1st: My top favourite is: Natsume and Nyanko-sensei from Natsume Yuujinchou (Natsume's Book of Friends). I just really adore the friendship between these two. Nyanko-sensei, aka Madara, comes across at first as a prickly tsundere with a very proud attitude. He's also a yokai. Natsume is a lonely orphan human who is able to see Yokai. At the start, their relationship is built on a mutually beneficial agreement: Natsume has a Book of Friends from his deceased grandmother which holds the names of yokai she defeated in fights. With their names, he can control them. Madara wants to get his paws on that book. The book makes Natsume a target for yokai who want their names back, or who want to control other yokai, as well as humans who would use the book to control all the yokai in it. Basically, they start as Madara agreeing to be Natsume's body-guard and in exchange Natsume will leave the book to Madara when he passes. But, as Natsume spends more and more time around Madara, they both grow attached. This is how we get lovely lines like "Don't eat my prey" from Madara when rescuing Natsume from other yokai, or situations where Madara is wailing like a child as Natsume returns names from the book to yokai, but actually doing nothing to stop Natsume. I adore them so much, because as Madara softens up, Natsume also opens up and learns how to make and have friends and family. They grow together. It's a really beautiful relationship.

There you have it! My current Top Five Favourite platonic relationships in media! (this is subject to change, of course, as I continue to consume new media, lol). Hope you enjoyed these answers, friend! I had fun writing this for you :D

[buckybeardreams]

Just a little phone sex for the ageplay may plushophilia prompt!

I was hoping to get this chapter finished in time to get it posted today, but since it's not looking like that's gonna happen, I'm just gonna give this sneak peek instead, and honestly, you don't really need any context other than Eddie is the daddy and Buck is his little boy, and they're on the phone rn lol

This is from the next chapter of Totally Platonic...

Yes, they're insisting that they're relationship is totally platonic still... don't ask how phone sex fits into that equation, cuz no one knows the answer lol

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"You in bed?"

"Yes, Daddy," Buck mumbled, cheeks red and cock already halfway to hard just thinking about what was about to happen.

In all honesty, Buck wasn't entirely sure what was gonna happen, he just knew that whatever Eddie told him to do, he was gonna do it.

"Good boy," Eddie murmured, reaching into his boxers to pull out his cock. "You wearing your jammies, baby?"

"Uh… no?"

"No?"

"No, I'm, uh, I'm ready."

"Ready, huh?" Eddie asked, amused. "You that eager, baby boy? Couldn't even wait to call Daddy before stripping down?"

Buck wrinkled his nose.

"More like I didn't have the patience to get dressed."

Eddie snorted, stroking his cock.

"You're not touching yourself, right?"

"No, uh, wasn't sure if you'd want me to wait or not," Buck confessed, both embarrassed to admit it and turned on by the thought of Eddie telling him when to touch himself.

He shouldn't be but…

"Good boy," Eddie groaned. "Fuck, you're such a good boy, Buck."

Buck squirmed on his bed, whimpering.

"Eds!" Buck whined.

"What? You wanna touch yourself, baby?"

"Please?"

"Mm, I don't think so, baby. I don't think little boys are supposed to touch themselves. That just seems like such a big boy thing to do, like something a Daddy should do for you."

"But—But Eddie!" Buck protested, ready to pitch a fit if Eddie denied him an orgasm after teasing him like this.

"You got your teddy with you?"

Buck glanced at the stuffed animal that had taken up permanent residence in his bed, keeping him company through the night.

"Yeah," Buck confirmed, automatically reaching out to grab it. "Why?"

"Because I think teddy bears are something that a little boy would play with, don't you?"

Buck hesitated, thinking of the times he'd come on his teddy.

He'd never actually told Eddie about that, always been too embarrassed to, but Eddie had been the one to suggest it, using his teddy to get off.

"Y–Yeah," Buck agreed, swallowing hard.

It's not like he didn't want to do it, but was he really going to jack off on his teddy while Eddie listened?

Even jerking off over the phone with his best friend on the other line was… 

Well, not normal, but this?

This was a whole other level of not normal.

"You ever play with your teddy, baby?"

"Wh–What?" Buck squeaked, mortified that Eddie would ask him that.

It was just—just so embarrassing!

"Daddy!" Buck protested, scandalized.

Eddie chuckled, the sound deep enough to make Buck shiver, even through the phone.

"It's alright, baby, you can tell me. Tell Daddy how you like to play with teddy."

"I—I just kinda… you know…"

"No, I don't know, you're gonna have to use your big boy words and tell me."

Buck squirmed, whining because this was so fucking embarrassing and unfairly arousing.

"I just come on it sometimes, Daddy," Buck confessed with a pout, huffing because he didn't want to admit it.

"That all?"

"Well, sorta…"

"Sorta? Don't lie to Daddy."

"I'm not!" Buck insisted. "It's just that sometimes… sometimes I rub my cock on it. Just—Just because the fur's so soft, Daddy!"

Buck could hear Eddie stroking himself, hear his grunts, and he was both insanely turned on by it and horribly jealous that Eddie got to touch himself and he didn't.

"Daddy!" Buck whined, pouting.

"Fuck, baby, okay, you holding your bear?"

"Yeah," Buck responded, fingers sinking into soft fur.

"Go ahead then, use your teddy to get off, Buck."

"Use–Use my teddy?" Buck stuttered, cheeks burning as he clutched the plushie to his chest. "Right now?"

Eddie chuckled.

"Yes, Buck, right now. Daddy doesn't have all night."

Buck wondered briefly if Eddie would leave him hard and wanting if he didn't come in time.

He probably would.

The bastard.

Buck grumbled and cursed under his breath, especially when Eddie made him swear not to use his hands to get off.

His mind initially stumbled over it, leaned back against pillows, stuffie in hand and cock out, just staring as he tried to figure out how to do this.

Usually, he jerked off and rubbed the stuffie against his cock but he couldn't use his hands this time.

"You ready?"

Eddie asked over the line.

"Uh… no… just—just gimme a moment."

Eddie waited, listening to the shuffling sounds of Buck changing position.

He would absolutely die if Eddie saw him like this, hovering over his stuffie like he was getting ready to mount it.

His cock was way too large to fit inside the small plush toy, surely, but the thought of trying to fit inside something so small kinda drove Buck crazy.

Buck whimpered, burying his face in his arms.

"I'm ready," he mumbled, embarrassment burning hot like embers sitting in the pit of his stomach.

God, what was he even thinking?

Why had he agreed to this?

"Go on then, baby, and be sure to make a lot of those pretty sounds for Daddy."

"The girly ones?" Buck mumbled without really thinking about it.

"I think you mean the slutty ones," Eddie snickered, wishing he could see Buck's flush of shame. "And yeah, baby, Daddy wants you to make the sluttiest, girliest dumbfuck sounds."

Buck bit his lip, the weight of that sinking in.

Eddie wants to humiliate him, and Buck should have hated it, should have fought back because it was wrong, but he didn't because he wanted Eddie to hurt him.

Well, kinda.

He wanted to make Eddie happy, and that wasn't anything new, wasn't something he could fight back against because it was just so innately a part of him.

Eddie was a part of him, like a breath of air filling his lungs or the blood in his veins, Buck couldn't live without him, and he would give Eddie anything, even this.

So he rolled his hips down to rock and grind against the plush toy under him, thoroughly humiliated by the situation but so damn hard and leaking because of it.

What the hell had his life come to?

[hihelloimberyllsapphire]

Introducing myself:-

hello everyone. Im beryl. You can call me Bee or Berry or Saph if you want to too..I like all of em ;) And my pronouns are she/her

So..this is my very first post..and actually I really dont know what or how to feel about it..its not like I created this blog just for myself but I am quite eager to know others' views on mine ones...only the ones which sound more valid than my own. So yes, feel free to disagree.

I am glad that I found the right place where I can post about my own thoughts and views about different things happening around me and the world. I doubt anyone will see any of my posts...but I dont really care. I'll still post..because it makes me happy :))

I wont say much about myself here. Im just gonna say that I'm an Indian and that I'm about 18 years old. So dont expect me to talk about politics in India and other countries, celebs and religion. I am going to talk about different stuff but they do not include the aforementioned topics. But sometimes I am going to address these issues only when I find them necessary.

My english may not be that good so i guess the grammar police here have to adjust :)

I'm also queer hehe. Yes, that does mean that i am a member of the beautiful lgbtq+ fam ;) and I'm proud to be one. I am still exploring my sexuality..thats why I identify myself as queer even though Im sure thats the correct way to label myself cause the community has so many names...i really get confused at times lol XD

One thing you have to know about me is that Im quite of an introvert and am not a fan of socialising. I also may have undiagnosed adhd and ocd..I show symptoms of both of them..especially adhd. I'll talk about it in detail someday.

So, homophobes(or to say heterosexists more precisely) will be blocked as well as haters who are against my views. If you want to say something, say it politely. Please don't try to strike up rude convos with me. It won't lead you anywhere.

You can ask me something but dont go too personal. People with unpleasant and unreasonable asks will be blocked and removed.

Ive been here for a while now and Im observing that the number of p*rn bots have been increasing a lot..thats like the only headache I have about this site.

But everything comes with its own pros and cons so I guess we'll have to adjust with it.

Anyway,hope whoever reading this has a good day ahead.

xoxo

Berry<3

[benditozorrito]

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

[originally posted on Twitter: July 5 2019- April 28 2020]

Now I had already played the I think, entirety of BotW on the Wiiu at this point, but I was eager to join and share the nonsense going on at the time, so once we acquired a switch we bought BotW on there too.

I had originally started at the time wanting to do a full replay with all thoughts and theories there of, but I don't know that I'll ever return to that lol so I think I will go ahead and repost it's entirety and conclude it with what thoughts I had for the rest of it.

And now for a word of caution-

NO, I HAVE NOT PLAYED TEARS OF THE KINGDOM YET

I DO NOT KNOW WHEN I WILL ACQUIRE TOTK

DO NOT COME INTO MY INBOX TO DISCUSS ANYTHING RELATED TO THE SEQUEL OF THIS GAME

I WILL BE SMAD [SAD & ANGRY] AND I WILL PROBABLY BLOCK YOU

As for the prequel one, Hyrule Warriors, I also did not play that one, but I am less bothered about spoilers for this: because 1 it is a prequel and I therefore already know the end result, and 2 am not likely to actually play this one as I'm not really into that sort of play-style. Perhaps one day soon I will watch a let's play of it, but yeah

Now then

aaaAAAADVENTUUURRREE!!!

[viiisenyas]

WIP Whenever

I'm on my third rewrite of my DA fic and this was too golden not to share. I decided to go ahead and flesh out Arthur and Val's romance from the beginning because they're forever living in my heart, and Arthur is just the biggest goober. This is also a follow up to this post lol.

Summary: After attending a lesson, Arthur formally meets Valeriana.

Tagging: You there. scrolling on the dash haha

Arthur blinked a few times to stay awake while Senior Enchanter Leila gave her lesson on pyromancy, and he crossed his arms over his chest. After three long nights with little sleep, it was a wonder how he was still functioning. His brown gaze drifted between the shelves as he attempted to keep himself occupied, and Jowan gently nudged him with his elbow.

“Mm?” Arthur turned his head with a widened gaze.

“Are you all right?” Jowan asked, frowning.

“‘M’fine,” he offered a curt nod, and scratched the stubble on his jaw. “Just a bit tired.”

“A bit?” the apprentice raised a brow and chuckled, “You look like you’re about to pass out. When was the last time you slept?”

He tilted his head in mock contemplation as he pursed his lips before shrugging, apathetically. “It’s been a long week.”

“I’ll say,” Jowan sniggered. “I’m sure the collection of books you’ve been hoarding under your bed have been keeping you well occupied.”

Arthur chuckled softly, nodding. Leila was kind enough to remind them of their test that was to take place within the next week, and Arthur was eager to leave the apprentice quarters. He was more than ready to get his Harrowing over and done with so he could finally leave the tower as Irving had promised. He longed to return to Kirkwall, even if just for a few weeks to see his mother again. 

Hopefully she’s still there, he thought, sighing with melancholy.

She hadn’t written in years. Not since his younger siblings had been dragged to the Circle just as he was, and he wondered about them, too.

“I heard that Lorien got assigned to be tutored by that Tevinter elf,” Jowan noted, pulling him from his thoughts. “Though, I don’t reckon it’ll last long.”

“Half-elf,” Amell corrected, biting his thumb.

“What?” 

“She’s half elven.”

“How do you know that?” Jowan gaped. “Have you talked to her?” 

As Arthur opened his mouth to speak, Senior Enchanter Leila interrupted their conversation, narrowing her eyes.

“If you two are finished back there,” she cleared her throat. “Er, Jowan, perhaps you could demonstrate to the children how to cast a flame blast?” 

“Oh…” Jowan pressed his lips together, and clenched his jaw as Arthur suppressed his laughter. “Of course, Senior Enchanter.”

Arthur watched as Jowan accepted her staff and he attempted to channel his magic, but only a small and short burst of flames jetted out of the staff, and Leila shook her head, tutting.

“Perhaps if you spent more time paying attention than chattering away with Arthur, you would be able to cast it correctly. Such a shame, and with the possibility of your Harrowing coming so soon.”

Jowan’s pale face flushed, and he averted his gaze. 

“Anyhow, that’ll be all for today, you are all dismissed. Do run along, now.” Leila said as she straightened her red robes, and tucked the strand of her brown hair behind her ear. 

As the children dispersed, Jowan walked back towards Arthur who wore a wide grin. “That was—”

“Don’t say it, Artie,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“What?” He snorted. “I wasn’t going to say it was bad.”

“You’re not a great liar,” Jowan frowned. “I’ll never get to take my Harrowing.”

“You will soon enough, Jowan.”

“Not before you do,” the boy scoffed as they collected their books, and made for the turret stairs leading to the mage quarters. “You make it look easy.”

“It only looks easy because I practise,” Arthur shrugged. 

Their footsteps echoed as the two made their ascent before the sight of familiar crimson hair came into view. His cheeks flushed, and he avoided her emerald gaze when Valeriana quietly excused herself, brushing past him as she quickly moved down the steps. 

Arthur couldn’t help the smile that stretched his lips as the floral scent of her perfume lingered. 

He never uttered a single word to her, only observing from afar in the few times she’d made her appearance in the apprentice quarters. Her gentle voice was what caught his attention, and the small, shy smile she offered when she attempted to introduce herself to his peers. But then he remembered how they treated her, and his chest stirred with irritation. 

He never understood why people went out of their way to avoid her, and often, he found himself defending her among the apprentices more than he should have.

I wish I could talk to her, he thought. But she’d probably just—

“Arthur, come on!” Jowan called, impatiently, voice distant. He didn’t realise that he’d already ascended without him, and his expression soured.

“All right, hold on,” he replied. 

Arthur spared another lingering glance over his shoulder. His eyes followed her shapely figure before she disappeared around the curve of the stairs, and he sighed softly as he began to move. The door to the mage quarters creaked open, and he pressed his lips together, annoyed that Jowan didn’t bother waiting for him and in his attempt to catch up, he stepped on his robes. 

His stomach lurched as he stumbled, and he barely had enough time to react before he fell face-first into the steps. His books scattered down the stairs, and a painful crack emitted from his knee, and Arthur gritted his teeth, suppressing an agonised sound. A dull ache radiated, and clenched his fist.

“Andraste’s fucking tits,” he gasped, and hurried footsteps echoed. He silently prayed to the Maker that it was Jowan coming back and not—

“Maker’s breath, are you all right?” Valeriana’s melodic voice resonated as she raced back up the stairs. 

Shit, he thought.

Arthur moved to sit as he held his knee before he looked up to see Valeriana’s wide gaze as she poked her head around the corner. His pale cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he pressed his lips together nodding as he avoided her gaze. 

“Aye,” he lied, nodding. “’M’fine. Just thought it’d be good to, erm… take a break. All this bloody walking,” he chuckled, nervously, ignoring the pain that set into his limb. “I dunno what idiot decided to house us all in a tower, but if it were up to me…” Arthur looked up, and he lost his train of thought as the light of the torches illuminated her concerned eyes. 

Valeriana tilted her head and her full lips parted. “You’re bleeding,” she pointed out, and reached towards his face.

His skin erupted in goose flesh as she moved closer, and he attempted to laugh it off.

“Oh, this?” Arthur gestured towards the cut in his forehead. “Just a scratch,” he shrugged, and bit his lip. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I-I only meant…” she started, and pulled her hand back as her lips bent downwards. “I can help you, if you like. I’m well-versed in healing magic.”

His heart fluttered and ached all at once when he saw her frown, and a brief pause settled between them.

“I… wouldn’t mind your help,” he confessed, smiling sheepishly.