#his hair being slicked back can be something sooooo personal

[daydreamingmiller]

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER the last of us (2023-) | 1.01 "when you're lost in the darkness"

#his hair being slicked back can be something sooooo personal #joel miller #the last of us hbo #tlou edit #pedrohub #Pedro pascal #ppascaldaily #ppascaledit #tvedit #hboedit #userannie #tuserpolly #ppascal* #hbojoel* #tlou* #* #the raised brow gets my ass LIKEEEEE

[spyder-junkie]

Hobie Brown/Spiderpunk NSFW alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hobie does the usual after sex has calmed down (wiping you off, getting you to bed, running you a bath, getting you a water)

It makes him feel manly to be able to take care of you when your brain is all mushy.

BUT

He would absolutely melt if once and a while you took care of him after sex. Dab his brow with a towel, place kisses on his face as you assure him he can stay in bed, bring him water and cuddle up to him as he sleeps.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hobie loves his hands, it’s something about being able to abolish the system, beat bad guys, play great music with his fingers AND being able to make you cum all over his hands that gets him excited.

Hobie also loves your hips, no matter what they look like. He’ll pull you to his side by your hip in public, or draw patterns on them with his fingers while giving you backshots. Sometimes he’ll lay his head on your lower stomach and press little kisses to your hips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He strongly prefers to cum IN you rather than ON you.

He’s the type to cum in you, then take his fingers and push the cum back in as it leaks out.

But if thats not an option, he’ll gladly cum on your face. Just seeing your cheeks and lips slick with his cum gets him hard again immediately.

“God your beautiful, open your mouth for me sweetheart.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Touch his nipples!!!

He got them pierced a while back and they’re sooooo sensitive. When hes stroking his dick for you one of his hands will trail up his chest and slowly circle one of his nipples. His eyebrows will get all furrowed, his hips bucking into his hand. Thats just a good way to get him to cum quick.

Maybe one day he’s got you pinned up against a wall, drilling you. And instead of latching onto his neck, you wrap your lips around his nipple and suck lightly. His hips will immediately go still, his eyes screwing shut as a loud groan crawls out of his throat. He’ll cum right there, hunched over your body with you in his arms. And now he’s embarrassed because he didn’t get you off first, but how could you be upset when he looked and sounded so nice?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hobie understands the body, period.

He’s had several hookups, male and female, before you, just nothing romantic.

He’s a hands on learner and he’s had a lot of hands on experience, so trust he will make your first time with him worth while.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can get as deep as possible and you cant run. (consensually of course)

Mating press has him in a chokehold. He likes that he can get his dick as far into you as he can while also holding you down with his own body so you cant do anything but take it. (yes he does like overstimulation.)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s never too serious about anything, he’s a spiderman. With that being said he’s pretty humorous in bed. He likes making jokes to tease you, he especially loves mimicking your moans inna high-pitched shrill voice then laughing at your unamused face.

Dont mock him though, he’ll stuff your mouth with his fingers (or his dick) so you cant crack anymore jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He shaves himself carefully so the hair is low around his actual dick. He has a very neat happy trail that he loves. He also shaves his balls, not by anyone’s request, he just likes it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

His eyes are almost heart shaped when he looks at you during sex. He’s never enjoyed it more with any other person.

He’ll rub your body affectionately, whisper sweet things to you. Especially if he’s about to cum. If you tell him you love him while he’s in it, he’ll cum on the spot.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesnt do it often at all, finds it a waste of his time to touch himself if you’re not touching him.

But he will do it upon request. Maybe he’s out being spiderman and cant come see you that night, he will absolutely duck into an alley way and pull his suit and pants down to send his partner a video of him stroking it.

“I miss you baby.” He mumbled under his breath, running his thumb over the slit of his tip. His other hand is holding the phone, Hobie trying his best not to shake.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Orgasm denial

Sit him down and stroke him. Promise him you’re gonna let him cum and talk all this big shit until his dick starts twitching in your hands, then pull away at the last minute. Then start the process all over again. He’ll get so desperate that he will BEG you to let him cum. Bonus points if you tie his hands up. Bonus bonus if you use his webs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Hobie feels pride in fucking you in the most inappropriate places possible. Top of a building, backstage at a concert, on a balcony, he’ll do it all. And if you’re a spider person too, he’s definitely successfully fucked you on Miguel’s moving platform thing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing his parter show no regard for rules (within reason) is one of his biggest turn-on, its the anarchist in him. Pirating movies, keeping pets in your apartment when you shouldn’t, or stealing little things from franchises he knows are corrupt. One time he bent you over in the back of a Hobby lobby because you pocketed a couple items.

Also seeing you in his clothes gets him going really fast. Seeing his partner in a alternative sub cultures in general gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wont hit you. He might slap your ass or something similar, but he wont hit you near the face. He’s against choking too, it just makes him feel weird. If he’s drilling you particularly hard, he might grab your face, like his hand holding your cheek/chin, but never your neck.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hobie is a giver!!! I firmly believe he gets his tongue pierced JUST so he can give you head with more efficiency. He’ll hold you down and go to town for hours.

But he does love receiving too. He likes his bj’s real slow and attentive. He likes when you run your tongue up and down the shaft slowly, taking him in your mouth with care. Really take your time with him and he’ll cum hard.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

That depends on the mood he’s in. Usually he’s more focused on getting deep then going fast, unless you tell him to speed up. If he’s had a particularly rough day, He might pick up the pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s a spiderman, and he likes having his cake and eating it too, meaning he’ll fuck you whenever and however he can. He gets especially turned on when he has to keep his hand clasped over your mouth while he’s fucking you.

“Sh sh sh, you’re doing so good, stay quiet for me.”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said before he loves the risk of trying not to get caught, more so because he likes seeing the fear in your eyes, his spidey senses keep him on top of when people are walking by, but you dont have that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go 4 or 5 before his dick starts to get too sensitive. He’ll get a little whoozy and whiney after that. If you keep pushing him to overstimulation he’ll get really loud and shaky.

The question then becomes whether you can actually get him to cum again. He quite possibly might start shooting blanks or pass out all together.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own a single toy. He doesn’t see the need to before or after he meets you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He LOVES to tease you. He’ll make you ask for what you want, crack jokes, mimic your moans. He loves the reactions he gets from you.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He asked, curling his fingers inside of you.

“Yeah yeah yes~“ you moan, eyes shut and jaw slack.

“Yeah? Yeah?” He mimics, horribly recreating your tone. He smiles as the way you open your eyes in a glare.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans a lot, like deep in his chest guttural groans right in your ear. He isn’t super loud unless your overstimulating or edging him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to talk. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing sexually, Hobie will talk during it. The only reason why you wont mind it is because he does it well.

“Y’ look so pretty taking my dick like that.”

“Louder, I want to hear you.”

“Fuck, you keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum~”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Comic book Hobie isnt that tall, but Spiderverse Hobie is huge. I hc his dick is longer than it is thick, maybe 7.5 inches.

He’s a shower not a grower, one of the reasons why his spiderpunk suit has pants.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s on go at almost any time of the day. Give him some time in between to recuperate and he’ll fuck you a couple times a day if you’re up to it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Hobie gets up immediately after sex to take care of you because if he doesn’t, he’ll fall straight asleep. He falls asleep so quickly after sex that he’s almost embarrassed about it.

One time he was hitting it in missionary and the two of you had cum together. He pressed his face in the crook of your neck as he came and the two of you sat together in silence for a while after. At least thats what you thought. Once you pushed on his shoulder to get him to pull out, you realized he was fast asleep.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown smut #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderpunk smut #spider punk #spiderpunk x reader

[soobnny]

classmate au | nishimura riki

❝ did you guys see that? i was the one who taught her how to do that!❞

heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | jungwon | NI-KI

nishimura riki….

the absolute menace that this boy is

The Class Clown

being seatmates with him is probably the worst decision you have ever made

not bc of him and his jokes !!!!!

no he’s very funny actually

he makes you laugh all the time

he just ALWAYS whispers the wrong answer to you during oral recitation

and you ALWAYS fall for it

“what is the second stage of cell division?”

“meiosis,” he’d whisper so confidently

“m…meiosis?” you ask more to him bc u know he’s wrong but the teacher hears you anyway 😭😭😭

he is just SOOOOO !!!! unbearable

also btw he calls u by ur last name

the type to be close friends with all the teachers

he’d just casually reply to them in class (ofc in a respectful enough manner)

always makes the class laugh

he’s always doing some shit honestly like just don’t try to understand him atp

he likes to switch with the person seated behind you sometimes so he can sit beside a close friend but ALSO so he can play with your hair

ni-ki will just do ANYTHING .. put your hair in poor braids, put it in a ponytail ltrly anything

he has started his own hair salon behind you

tells you not to fix your hair for the rest of the day

so yes you end up sporting his poorly styled ponytail where some strands are sticking out

also the type to draw on your arm

in the case that he doesn’t switch with the person behind you, he’ll just start drawing on your arm

ANYTHING absolutely anything

hearts … maybe even a dick im sorry he is a Man and he will start giggling to himself when he draws it on your forearm

tbh u just let him do it

it’s bc he looks so cute … like he’s so focused on your arm while you’re focused on your teacher

during those class seminars, he is STILL seated next to you

but you guys don’t listen to the speaker most of the time

he’ll have the 8ball app loaded on his phone and you guys will just silently play billiards on his phone

changes ur contact name to “sucks at 8ball”

when it’s his turn to make a move, you try and pay attention to the speaker

but then he nudges your arm to signal that it’s your turn and he hands you his phone so you can make a move

BTW idk how to explain this but the seats r like those in the movie theaters

imagine …. your arms on the same arm rest … side by side …. touching

he is actually so slick with it

unlike jake, you’ll often find him at the volleyball court instead of the basketball court

you enjoy sitting at the sides too

ur friends like playing so sometimes they’d play against riki or on the same team as him and you’d just watch as u wait for ur sibling to get u from school

or until you can commute back home with your friends

sometimes you’d join too

BUT only after telling them you’re bad at the sport over and over and over again and them telling you it’s ok over and over and over again too

you finally join in and play volleyball with them with the reassurance that they’re just playing for fun !!!!!!

honestly it’s so much fun but Menace Riki loves to target the ball in ur direction

(it’s so you can play too since most of the time … the ball doesn’t go in ur direction so ure just awkwardly standing in ur position 🧍‍♀️)

the next day, this mf drags u out of class HIMSELF to the direction of the volleyball court and teaches you how to set

“okay, hands above ur forehead, okay? 😒” and u’re just trying to take his directions

he’d be soooooo annoying when you set a ball properly for the first time too

would ltrly turn to everyone in the court with his loud mouth and start praising you

“hey, did you guys see that?? i taught her how to do that !!! i’m her mentor”

ofc it becomes something about Him instead but it’s just cuz he can’t risk everyone knowing about his big fat crush on you

(sucks to be him bc everyone already knows like … have you seen the way he looks at you?)

he’s secretly so proud and plays volleyball with you to the side instead of playing an actual match

it’s to help you improve

bc he’s your self-proclaimed mentor 🥹

and when his friends drag him to play, he’ll insist you play too on the same team as him

you know how like .. one touch .. two touch .. volleyball is until three right?

ni-ki loves to set the ball or toss it to you so you can actually play too

your hype boy 😍😍😍😍

another funny story with this boy was when you and your friend were on your way to go home

and it started raining

ni-ki’s bff and ur bff r dating ok !!!

so naturally, his best friend leaves his side to shade his gf (ur bff) with an umbrella

now u’re left behind with riki

u do NOT expect him to grab his umbrella, open it up, and tell you to start walking with u

shields you so now you’re following behind ur dating bffs

honestly it’s actually kind of a cute memory

sharing an umbrella .. so romantic 🥰

ofc ur friends tease u !!! those who witnessed it happen and when u and ur friend r safely sheltered from the rain,, riki’s bff starts pushing him and teasing him for finally making a move

the direction ni-ki needs to go to isn’t even where he had walked u to but he still did it so you wouldn’t get sick

ANYWAYS he’s the teasing to get ur attention when he has a crush type so

good luck

expect him to always be up in your business and calling your name out

just embarrassing you in all possible ways

ALL GOOD INTENTIONS i swear

he’s just bad at expressing his feelings

u guys r just an old married couple bickering in class sometimes

your classmates start making bets on when you two will finally start dating

when he finally asks you out, his cocky teasing behavior is just thrown out the window

he stutters and scratches the back of his head and looks anywhere but to you

indirectly asks you out

“wanna eat um street foods after class?”

“who’s coming with,” you’d ask

“JUST ME… just me. just us…”

ltrly something as simple as that has him blushing all over 😭

he has no problem embarrassing u and drawing dicks on ur arms and calling ur name in the hallway and throwing an arm around ur shoulder

but the moment he asks u to eat out with him ?? even just for street food ?? bye he’s so shy and nervous

it’s SOOOO unlike him

“oh, sure!”

his eyes would light up please stop

then his cocky behavior would come back a little .. just enough to be tsundere as he is

“okay… don’t think i wanna hangout with you alone or anything. it’s just a treat for properly setting last time we played vb”

likeeee no one believes you ni-ki

the last time u played vb was like two weeks ago so why r u suddenly treating NOW

it’s actually so cute when u start dating

he has such a Soft Spot for u

LOVES annoying u but is secretly so doting like please

i hate happy couples !!!!!!!!!

i hope u guys r HAPPY <3

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

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[doumadono]

hopefully im doing this correctly(and hopefully ur comfy with this bc this seems like something he'd do- but if not thats fine too QAQ): Sinful Sunday: dilf! muzan who's son is a buttface that dumps fem! reader but muzan likes reader (reader likes em back but neither couldn't rlly do anything bc of the relationship<3 ) a looot sooooo comfort and revenge sex to make reader feel better about themself and the situation?

SINFUL SUNDAY

Muzan's piercing gaze met yours. The weight of your recent heartbreak hung in the air.

As the tension thickened, Muzan's hand gently traced the contours of your face, his touch a soothing balm to the emotional wounds inflicted by his disrespectful son. Without uttering a single word, his actions spoke of empathy and a desire to make you feel cherished.

Slowly, the atmosphere shifted, and Muzan's lips found yours in a hungered kiss. It wasn't just a physical union; it was a rebellion against the constraints of your past relationship. Each touch, each caress, whispered tales of liberation and newfound passion.

Muzan's voice, deep and resonant, echoed in the hushed space. "You know," he began, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and disappointment, "my son can be quite the fool. Too blinded by his own arrogance to see the treasure he had in you." His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your hips, a subtle display of the turmoil within. "He's a stubborn one, driven by ego rather than genuine connection. But you, my dear, deserve someone who sees your worth, who cherishes every nuance of your being."

"Maybe he was right and I wasn't good enough…" you uttered.

A sigh escaped Muzan's lips, carrying the weight of countless unspoken frustrations. "He doesn't understand the rarity of finding someone as exquisite as you. Too much of a buttface to appreciate the beauty in his midst. I suppose some lessons are learned the hard way."

Muzan's eyes met yours, a glint of determination flickering within. "You deserve more than his fleeting attention and hollow affections. You deserve to be adored, valued for the incredible person you are. If he couldn't see that, then it's his loss. I've witnessed many affairs of the heart," he began, his voice a low, soothing rumble, "and I must say, my son's decision was a regrettable one."

Before long, you found yourself gently pressed against the plush cushions of the couch, and he began the tender process of undressing you. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He rose from the couch, gracefully lowering himself to the floor. Gently parting your thighs, he began a sensuous journey, his lips and tongue tracing an enticing path along the inner contours of your leg, starting from your knee.

In response to the tantalizing touch, a soft, almost imperceptible whimper escaped your lips. Your desire for him was palpable, expressed in the quiet yet intense yearning that resonated through the room. It felt so wrong but it also felt so right. "Muzan…"

Muzan skillfully wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue tracing a path across your slit. With a deliberate touch, the tip of his tongue embarked on a journey, exploring your slick with an unhurried pace.

As Muzan's fingers seamlessly joined the dance of his tongue, you succumbed to the intoxicating sensations, transforming into a symphony of moans. Your body, responsive and eager, writhed beneath his skillful touch, a testament to the exquisite pleasure he orchestrated.

"I'll show to you what a real man has in his pants," he whispered against the delicate skin of your clit.

"P-please…" you whined for him, slipping your hands in his black hair, trying to pull him closer to your pussy.

Muzan gently fingered your drenched pussy with his fingers while occasionally kissing your clit. "My little treasure." Muzan rose leisurely, unfastening his belt and effortlessly sliding it off the loops of his pants. He then proceeded to unzip his fly, pulling out his cock.

A blush crept across your face as you gazed at the reddened tip before you, and a nervous anticipation lingered in the air. Licking your lips, you voiced your concern, "M-Muzan, are you sure it's… Okay? I just broke up with your son… He might be back home any minute now…"

He provocatively rubbed the tip against your entrance, a bold declaration escaping his lips, "I don't give a damn. If he walks in, he'll see what he lost. And I won't fucking lie, I wanted to fuck you for such a long time." He smoothly entered you, emitting a guttural grunt, "Oh, fuck, you're tighter than I thought."

In response, you rolled your head back, arching your back, and instinctively wound your leg around his hip, surrendering to the primal desire. "God, yes, it feels so good!"

He promptly increased his pace, fervently thrusting his hips, the sound of grunts and gasps escaping him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Didn't my son treat you nicely?" Muzan inquired, shooting one hand to rub your clitoris in little circles.

You shook your head, a tinge of vulnerability in your voice. "N-no… He only thought about himself. Few thrusts… Few grunts… And.. Fuck! And.. He was done.."

"Oh, you poor, little thing," Muzan whispered, picking your both legs up to place them over his broad shoulders, changing the angle to penetrate your pussy deeper. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

You whined for him, rolling your hips to seek additional stimulation. "Yes, d-daddy!"

Muzan thrust into you with primal intensity. "That's right, little doll, let me hear your moans."

You climaxed with a passionate cry, your essence soaking you completely.

Muzan followed suit moments later, delivering a few powerful, additional thrusts. Without hesitation, he released his seed within your spasming pussy. "That's it, take it all, doll."

After withdrawing, he indulged in eating your pussy once more, ensuring to thoroughly savor every inch with his mouth, expressing how delicious you tasted with his seed ozzing from your cunny.

After you dressed, and Muzan adjusted his attire, he offered you a warm smile. "How about we go out for a nice dinner? And who knows, maybe we'll run into my son in the city. I'm eager to see the expression on his face when he sees us together."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #anime smut #divider by cafekitsune #muzan kibutsuji #muzan smut #muzan x you #muzan x reader #kny muzan #muzan x y/n #kny smut #muzan x reader smut #demon slayer #muzan kny #x reader smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #lord muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kibutsuji muzan #kibutsuji kny

[thwackk]

Can you just talk about your mundane and crazy domestic basic Clark Kent ideas… I’m captivated by him

yes, this man saves coupons and doesn’t own a car but takes the subway or walks to work everyday despite being fucking superman. This guy loves baseball sooooo much he thinks baseball is the best sport in the world and he’ll infodump abt it if you let him. He’s the best cook in the league and makes the most delicious meals ever seemingly without any effort at all, he loves making food for everyone and everyone is always shocked at how good it all tastes.

This guy grew up watching shitty old sitcoms so of course his sense of humor is very old and specific. Also because of where he grew up and who he grew up with, he had a pretty strong accent when he was little but living in metropolis made it go away almost, it’s still there but it’s way more subtle.

everyone agrees with this but i’m putting it in here anyways, kryptonians have fangs, clark has little fangs, it’s the way it is, it’s real.

his hair is naturally very curly and it shows no matter what he does to it, as clark kent he slicks it back and makes it look nice but the curl still very clearly shows. as SUPERMAN, he of course still has his iconic little curl in front, but the rest of it is NOT perfectly slicked back, that’s STUPID and i’m GETTING RID OF IT!!! He’s fucking superman, always flying around at high speeds fighting crime doing all this crazy shit getting beat up or beating some jacked up monster up, there is no way in HELL that his hair stays that perfect, it is ALWAYS crazy, curls everywhere, very windswept look. That’s how it is cause I say so, l’m that powerful.

this is practically canon but he just lets himself into the batcave whenever he needs something from bruce and bruce stopped caring years ago because deep down he loves this guy and is overjoyed to see him everytime but would never say that becayse he’s bruce and bruce is fucking stupid and emotionally constipated. The only reason he does this to Bruce only is because he thinks it’s funny, anything that bothers batman is a little bit funny to him. He has a tiny little streak of doing-things-just-for-the-sake-of haha-sillies deep within him and he mostly takes it out on bruce. Like when he found out Dick’s favorite superhero is actually him and not bruce, he found that significantly amusing and often teases bruce abt it but in the most subtle way. He is the KING of subtlety when it comes to this stuff.

speaking of Dick, he and dick have gotten together to prank bruce on more than one occasion. Dick is usually the one to instigate it but Clark never says no.

this is more of a personal complaint of mine but still a headcanon i guess, his SKIN TONE IS NOT THAT WHITE!! THIS MAN LITERALLY SOAKS UP SUN RAYS TO CHARGE HIMSELF!! he is in the sun CONSTANTLY, he grew up on a FARM, he has very tan skin!! all these comic artists color him sooooo white and pale and it’s so INCORRECT. anyways, that’s all i have to say abt that

kryptonian eyes glow in the dark and it makes for some scary ass situations for other people i mean. speedster eyes also glow in the dark, i was gonna draw something abt this one day. like one time bruce was on the watch tower late at night and most of the lights were off, he’s just finishing up some stuff and was unaware that clark had not left the tower yet and so he turns around and there’s just two glowing red eyes in this dark hallway, and bruce is a bit unsettled for a minute until it speaks LMAO

clark loves ducks, like a lot. He likes flying with them he likes watching them in the pond at the park, he likes giving them little crumbs from his lunch occasionally, he likes them, they’re his favorite animal. Also because the kents always had ducks on the farm when he was little and he liked to chase em around and catch one and then just hold it and pet it for a while. He named all the ducks everytime they got new or more ducks on the farm

This man still believes in Santa Claus, this is actually canon in the DCAU and I fully support it. Which also leads to my belief that he’s one of those people that just loves christmas SO much, he’s always so happy when christmas rolls around he decorates early, he starts listening to the music early, he has at least four different ugly sweaters, and buys all his gifts for everyone early. he also decorates the watchtower and the hall of justice, of course everyone else in the league helps out with that too

this man always gets coffee for Lois too, he knows just how she likes it and she’s always appreciative and he and Jimmy have a buddy handshake and alsooooo uhm he and lois have little competitions and play little games when they get super bored on slow days, like paper football, or throwing wads of crumpled paper into the trash like basketball or who can type faster, and Jimmy is always the score keeper. sometimes the rest of the office will get into it too if Perry’s not around, like the office olympics episode of “The Office”. It doesn’t happen often because usually there is alot of things to do but sometimes there are those days.

okay that’s all i can remember rn sorry i wrote so much omg

#asks #clark kent #superman #dc #superman headcanons #thankyou for the ask!!

[otonymous]

Glutton For Your Flavour (Obey Me: Beelzebub - NSFW)

Description: You’re about to become Beel’s next meal Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Spoilers for Lesson 5 of MS (hard).  Please note potential trigger warnings: dub-con (as an inadvertent result of somnambulism), cunnilingus in two flavours (soft and rough), squirting and overstimulation, slight size kink, very faint hints of tetraphilia, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it blasphemy, slight fear (monstrous descriptions) Word Count: ~2900 words (~14 mins of smut & shenanigans) Author’s Notes:  My very first fic for the Obey Me fandom!  I know I’m late to the party, but I’ve recently started playing this game and the story and its characters are so amusing I had to write about it.  This piece may not be to everyone’s taste, so please, please, please note the potential trigger warnings listed above and skip if it’s not your cup of tea.  That being said, hope you all enjoy the read! 💕😆

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“Bad luck to be sharing a room with Beel, but what can ya do after he destroyed yours while destroying the kitchen, and all for a dumb custard!  Be careful — he might mistake you for a snack and eat ya in the middle of the night, hahaha!”

Mmm.

The scene fragments, Mammon’s face wavering as his voice grows faint, consciousness seeping into dark corners like sunlight cutting through fog.  And when you open your eyes, you can’t quite place where you are for a moment, straddling the line between dreamscape and reality.

Ahh…

You sigh.  There it was again, the sensation so pleasant it had roused you from the deepest slumber.

Further blinking off the haze of sleep, you take in your surroundings: a large bed lying empty across from yours in a room almost cavernous in size and just as dark save for a candle burning low on a desk, the glow of its flame orange like the hair that was currently brushing soft against your inner thighs—

“BEEL?!  WHAT THE HELL?!”  

“So tasty…not…enough…need more…want to…eat…zzz….”

Eyes still closed, the demon’s face is shiny even in the dark, slick from cheek to chin with what must’ve been a copious amount of his saliva and your arousal, you blush to realize.  And when he doesn’t budge even after a swift kick to the face, you are ashamed to find the Lord of Flies’ show of strength sending yet another throb to your already pulsing clit.

He does wake though, Beelzebub’s amethyst eyes opening wide before he falls backwards onto the cold stone floor to realize what he had inadvertently done in his sleep.  And as the always-famished sixth born looks from the shredded remnants of your panties to the pool of wetness on the sheets where his chin had rested, he becomes even more tongue-tied than usual.

“I…uh…I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to…I dreamt I smelled something delicious and I was so hungry…and somehow I’m here, on the floor…I don’t even know…I-I’m so sorry!”

His cheeks grow so flushed they remind you of the red spider sandwiches he packed away during dinner, stuffing them two by two into his mouth until Satan smacked his hand away for trying to take more from his plate.  The expression on his face is so full of remorse that even if you were angry, you’d be inclined to forgive the demon who was currently grovelling at the foot of your bed, swearing he would hand himself over to Lucifer and Diavolo first thing in the morning to be strung up and hung upside down for a fortnight, even (gulp) forgoing food for a day or two.

“Beelzebub…Beel…BEEL!”  You shout, interrupting his self-inflicted tirade.  “It’s okay, you didn’t mean it.  You were sleepwalking.  You don’t have to go to Lucifer and Diavolo about this.”

“No, I have to.  My behaviour was inexcusable—”

“BEEL!  Let’s…just…try to go back to sleep, okay?  We have our midterm in Devildom law tomorrow morning and I really don’t feel like failing just because I didn’t get enough shut eye.  So please, can we just pretend like this didn’t happen?”

Those orange brows are still furrowed when Beel finally lifts his head and nods.  But then his gaze is falling again on the wet sheets and the shiver than runs through that larger-than-life body seems to send another wave of anxiety through the demon.  He makes a mad dash for the door, murmuring something about getting a snack from the kitchen and “you can have the room tonight” before it slams shut behind him.

He doesn’t return for the rest of the night.

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The exam was so disastrous even Mammon didn’t bother sneaking another peek at your paper after the first two questions.  And even if you had somehow managed to get back to sleep after last night’s ordeal, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that you were still distracted by the memory of Beel’s mouth on your pussy:

His long tongue, serpentine as it delved deep between swollen folds to taste you with gusto.  

The way he rolled your clit between those plush, soft lips before sucking it into his hot mouth, over and over again.  

The throbbing between your legs that refused to cease long after the Avatar of Gluttony had left the room you were temporarily sharing, sleep only forthcoming once you had succumbed and reached beneath the sheets to finish the job he had started, your moans licentious even to your ears as you pretended your fingers were his.

It was a pale imitation, of course.  That much you could see for yourself, stealing a glance at Beel seated two rows down — quill twirling between long, dexterous digits when he wasn’t putting ink to parchment.

But those gigantic hands were just a small part of what made Beel demonically attractive, as if the word “small” could be applied to him at all: tall and built, there were times when even you envied the ease with which he maintained that perfect physique despite his penchant for shovelling enough food to feed all three realms into his mouth on the regular.

The same mouth which brought you so much pleasure the night before.

Ahem.

Clearing your throat, you pretend not to see the smirk that spreads across Asmo’s delicate face, hoping the lusty demon sitting just to your left wouldn’t pick up on the very secret thoughts you were having about his brother.

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[Private Chatroom]: Satan, Levi, Mammon, Asmo

Satan: This is going to sound crazy, but doesn’t it seem like Beel’s…hungrier than usual?  Is that even possible?

Levi: OMFG!  You should’ve seen the state of the kitchen this morning after Beel decided to camp out there overnight!  It was a total war zone, like that epic battle scene in Vol. 5 of TSL lololol.  Soooo good XDDDDD

Mammon:  Hey!  He’s gonna eat us outta house and home at this rate!  Shouldn’t we stop him?

Satan: You do it, Mammon.  Aren’t you always saying that there’s nothing The Great Mammon can’t do?

Mammon: …..

Asmo: Please, as if anyone — angel or demon — could come between Beel and a meal.  

Satan: Why was he camping out there in the first place?  Was there something wrong with his room?  I don’t remember him complaining about anything since he got shacked up with the exchange student.

Levi: Not like he could, seeing as it was his fault to begin with and a direct order from Lucifer.

Asmo: Maybe we should ask her.  I’m sure she knows something about what’s inciting his hunger judging by the way she kept staring at him in class today fufufu 😏  She almost failed her midterm because of it, isn’t that right, Mammon?

Mammon: ‼️‼️

[Mammon has left the chat]

Levi: He is sooooo transparent LMFAOOOO

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Gasp!

Pressing a hand to your mouth, you try to contain your shock at the sight that greets you when you peek around the corner into the kitchen:

Curved, ebony horns sitting majestically atop a head of disheveled orange hair.  Thick, corded muscles that ripple across a broad back — readily apparently because the creature bent over a mountain of food on the ground was wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms, loose and slung so low over narrow hips that the sharp V defining his groin is visible even from the distance at which you stood.  

Because this wasn’t quite what you were expecting to find when you made your way to the kitchen in the middle of the night to search for Beel, thinking to approach him about the peculiarity of his recent behaviour: the way he now ate constantly and was less satiated than before, the fact that he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid you even though you shared a room.

In fact, he hadn’t said so much as another word to you after he gave you two dozen of his prized custards the morning after the incident, apologizing again until you had to be the one to make him swear he wouldn’t breathe a word of it to Lucifer.  The demon even made a beeline for the door as soon as he saw you emerge from the bathroom tonight, fresh from a shower.

It wasn’t hard to guess where he was headed.

Even still, you tried to focus on your textbook, reading the same line over and over again as you waited for Beel to return so you could have a proper conversation with the demon you made a pact with.  And when you could wait no longer, you made your way towards his favourite room in the House of Lamentation — silently, so as not to draw the attention of the eldest sibling.

But the growls coming from the direction of the open fridge this time sounded like Cerberus himself, enough so that you find yourself rooted to the ground, unable to take another step forwards or back.  

You had never seen Beel like this before, tearing into whatever he could get his hands on with a savagery that made your heart stop.  Teeth, lips and tongue devoured without second thought in a way that was simultaneously terrifying and…

Throb.

…arousing.

Suddenly, he stills, throwing his head back to sniff the air once…twice…and in a flash, he is upon you, towering over your head as he rises to full height — bigger and taller and much more intimidating than you’ve ever seen him before.

You should have been scared.  Any person in their right mind would have if they found themselves cornered by a demon of Beelzebub’s calibre.  But the hands that balled into trembling fists at his sides made you feel oddly secure, your deepest instincts telling you that not all was as it seemed.

“You need to leave.  Now…please.”

“What’s going on with you, Beel?  I just want to help—”  You reach for his arm.  He jumps back as if burned.

“I SAID YOU NEED TO LEAVE!  I-I…can’t hold back…for…much longer!”

Handsome face screwed up as if in pain, Beel turns to put as much distance as possible between the two of you, squatting on his haunches with his head in his hands when he murmurs:

“I…I don’t know what’s going on with me.  This has never happened before.  I’m hungrier than I’ve ever been.  I eat and eat and eat and it still isn't enough.  The last time I felt satisfied was when…when…”

His voice dies down to a whisper.

“…when I tasted you.”

Throb.

Putting out a hand, you steady yourself against the wall, knees suddenly weak at Beelzebub’s admission.  Or perhaps it was due to relief, the tension that had been steadily building in your strained relationship with the demon released to know that you weren’t the only one who desired to revisit that night’s events.

So you gather your courage, stepping softly towards the demon who crouched on the ground next to the lit fireplace, the heat radiating from the hearth warming the flesh you had deliberately left bare when you lift the hem of your night gown to expose yourself to Beel.

“What are you doing?!  I told you, I can barely hold back—”

“Then don’t.  I don’t mind, Beel.  I…I like it too.”

Amethyst eyes darken as they look up into yours, orange flames reflecting off pupils blown wide.  And when he speaks next, the deepness of his voice echoes in your body, as if its source were to be found within your own soul.

“Ask and ye shall receive.  I won’t touch you until you do.”

Nipples hardening beneath your gown, the rush of heat that floods your core makes you shudder when you say,

“Please, Beelzebub…I want you to eat my pussy.”

Back hitting solid wood, you barely have time to gasp before you are pulled to the edge of a long table in the centre of the kitchen, a long tongue running up the insides of each thigh in turn before they’re propped up onto broad shoulders, Beel’s breath blowing hot on the space in between.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can hold back.  I’m just…so famished, so desperate to taste you again—”

His words cut off in a low growl as he presses his lips to your folds, saliva dripping from his mouth mixing with the juices that already painted a glistening sheen on pink flesh.  You fight to bite back a moan at the vehemence of his hunger, the sheer greed of his tongue — flicking at your clit until your back arched off the table, heralding the arrival of the cream that leaked only to be swept up by Beel licking from end to end of that swollen seam.  And when that still wasn’t enough, you nearly swooned to feel that serpentine tongue penetrate, reaching depths that surely only a demon would be able to achieve as Beel sought out more of your flavour.

He buries his face deeper into your pussy, nose nudging your clit as arousal smeared over the entirely of his visage.  The vibrations of his voice further stimulates your locus of pleasure, punctuating the lewd, wet sounds when he says:

“You smell so delicious.  All the time.  And tonight, when you stepped out of the shower…I couldn’t take it, not with the way your scent flooded my senses.  I had to leave or else…this would happen.”

“Oh Beel…you should’ve told me sooner.”  

Mind lost in a haze of lust and body boneless from riding out wave after climatic wave, you reach down a trembling hand without thinking, fingers innocently tracing along the smooth ridges of the onyx horns that lay against your abdomen.

Suddenly, his breath hitches at your touch and the Sixth Prince of Hell is throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a moan loud and deep enough to reverberate off stone walls, clattering stacks of dishes in cupboards and making you come once more — legs convulsing upon his shoulders as you feel a preponderance of fluid gush forth from your body right into Beel’s waiting mouth.

The pleasure was such that you’ve never known before, so good that surely, it must be bad in some way, shape or form.  But you hadn’t the energy to ponder further.  

No, the only thing you’re aware of when your vision goes black is that Beel’s mouth is still on you, feasting upon a pussy that continued to respond to the teasing movements of his lips and tongue even as you ceased to think.

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Cheddar.  Pickles.  Ketchup and mustard.

The smell is what rouses you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw when you awoke in your own bed: mountains of cheeseburgers arranged on platters filling up every available surface in the room you shared with Beel.

“You can sleep for longer if you want.  I told Lucifer you’d be skipping class today because you’re not feeling well.  Are you…feeling well?”

Beelzebub lifts his head from where it’d been resting at the side of your bed, the rest of his body laid out on the floor as if he were guarding you like an oversized dog.  Those puppy dog eyes, full of concern, didn’t help his case either.

“I’m fine, Beel.  Better than fine, actually.  I feel fantastic!”  You smile, moving to sit up in bed.  The demon springs from the ground, putting an arm around your shoulders to help prop you up, and your heart can’t help but warm at how protective he was being.

He breathes, relief flooding those handsome features.  “I’m glad.  I was afraid I lost control last night and had to carry you back.  You were just…so tasty and…satisfying…”  

Those amethyst eyes glint as they travel to the apex of your thighs, and all of a sudden, he is grabbing at those human world cheeseburgers, shoving them into his mouth two at a time.

“Have some,” he says between bites.  “They’re my favourite and I thought you might like them too.  Besides, you need to eat if you’re gonna keep up your energy.”

You reach towards the nearest platter, taking one for yourself.  “Energy for what?”

Beel looks at you, expression completely serious when he says, “For the next round tonight.”

Throb.

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[duker42]

Ok! I wanted one where eren and levi both wanted reader who was the newest member of the squad, after weeks of trying to outdo the other in getting her attention levi gets sick of it and orders them both reader and eren in their office and bluntly tells her the situation (to erens dismay). I was hoping it could be nsfw but end with fluff? Oh and I want eren to be dom not sub 😅 maybe they end up in a polly relationship?

Sooooo the person who requested this inboxed me when they realized the age difference between Levi/Eren. So they had me change it to Erwin/Levi for the reader to engage in a relationship with.

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜New Girl💜

“Levi, Y/N...My office NOW.”

Y/N looked up from where she was brushing her mount in confusion. She only got a glimpse of Commander Erwin before he walked out of the stables towards the castle.

She sighed and gave the Captain a slightly nervous look. She hadn’t been in the Scouts long enough to know what to expect from the Commander. Everyone seemed to hold him in high regard, but keep their distance from him. Her interactions with him had been surprising pleasant, but she had never heard that tone from him before.

Captain Levi had a fierce scowl on his face as they walked to the Commander’s office. He knew what it was about, and he couldn’t quite believe that Erwin was pulling this to get the upper hand.

They both wanted her in their beds. The transfer from the Garrison had captured both of their interests. Each one of them trying to get closer to her as the weeks had gone by. Neither one of them making any headway into being with her.

Levi opened the door to the office and waited for Y/N to go sit down in the chair in front of the Commander’s desk before closing the door and leaning against it. Scowling at the blonde man, he let Erwin know exactly how he felt about the shit he was pulling.

Erwin glanced over at Levi, his lips twitching slightly before turning his intense blue eyes on the solider in front of him.

“Y/N. I need to be frank here. Because you obviously are not reading the situation.” Erwin starts, watching as her eyes widen. “You aren’t in trouble. But we have a matter that needs to be cleared up.”

Levi shuffled, pushing off the door and walking up behind Y/N’s chair. He wasn’t about to just give in and let Erwin have her. His hands settled on her shoulders and he squeezed gently when he felt her jump.

“Levi and I both have been trying to get you to notice that we are interested in you.” Erwin said calmly. “Now I’m just going to tell you. We both want you in our beds. Do you want either one of us?”

Levi’s eyes widened as he stared at Erwin. He hadn’t expected him to be that bold. But he would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that he was holding his breath waiting for her answer. He felt her shift under his hands, her body uncomfortable as she squirmed in her seat.

He released her and walked around the chair, standing beside the desk and staring at her. Her wide eyes shifted back and forth between him and Erwin, as if she was weighting her options, measuring them.

Erwin saw the panic, the confusion in her face, but there was something else in her eyes. Something a bit darker. Lust, and it didn’t change as her gaze shift ended between the pair of them.

Levi caught it as well. His cock jumped at the idea that he was forming in his head. His mouth opened before he could stop himself. “Or do you want both of us?”

She froze and a red hue rushed across her face. Her eyes started to lower as if ashamed of the thoughts she was having. But the voice of the Commander stopped her.

“Good.” He declared, looking over to Levi for confirmation. “You will have us both.”

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She couldn’t believe that this was happening. She was naked in between the Commander and Captain of the Survey Corps. Their hands roaming over her body as they learned her. They were equally nude, their hard bodies pressing against her from either side. While a contrast in appearance, they were both ideal specimens of men.

Both of them pressing a hard length against her hips as Levi leaned down to tug on a pert nipple with his mouth. Her moan opened her mouth to Erwin’s kiss, his tongue darting inside to lap at the roof of her mouth as he slid a hand between her thighs.

Her eyes rolled back as the pads of his fingers slid up the folds of her sex. Levi’s teeth grazing her nipple sent a flood of heat to her core as she threaded her fingers into Erwin’s hair. Her other hand drifted desperately down the hard planes of the smooth chest, fingers tracing the ridges of muscles as it went dangerously low. His hips pulled back slightly letting her hand wrap around the meaty weight of his cock.

Levi’s groan was delicious as he thrusted into her grip, pearl of fluid on the tip of his cock smearing against her skin. Her fist tightened as a thick finger of the Commanders pushed into her and they all groaned as one.

“Fuck, we are going to have to take turns until she can take us both.” Erwin broke their kiss to gasp out, pumping his finger into her roughly. The slickness of her arousal let him work another finger in her, trying to stretch her out to accommodate their sizes.

“You go first. I want to watch her.” Levi said as he switched from one abused nipple to lavish attention on the neglected breast.

Erwin looked over at the lust filled faces of his now partners and grinned. He had nothing but respect and trust in Levi. If there were anyone else to share an experience like this with, he would be the one that Erwin would choose. Both of them experienced enough to satisfy their girl, and both confident enough to not let jealousy become an issue.

Levi pulled her away from Erwin, bringing her to her knees and kneeling behind her. Running a hand down her spine, he leaned forward and gave her ear lobe a nip. “Suck Erwin’s cock, so he can fuck you.” He breathed in her ear.

Y/N’s eyes lit up as Erwin moved to his back, his gaze focused on her mouth as she crawled closer. The first tough of her tongue on his cock made him close his eyes. Levi watched, his fingers trailing up the inside of her thighs as she slowly swallowed the larger man’s cock.

She felt his fingers start to rub her clit, those skillful hands that wielded a blade so deftly. The pressure he put on the little nub of nerves made her wiggle around, searching for more as she bobbed up and down on the throbbing cock in front of her.

“Eager, huh?” Levi taunted, pinching her clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp. “Maybe I should fuck you, fill that pretty little pussy with my cock while you suck him off. Would you like that?”

Her moan reverberated around Erwin, making him grab her hair to pull her off of him. He wasn’t gentle as he yanked her up his body. Levi came up behind her, pressing his cock against her back as his hands came around to play with her breasts as she lowered herself onto Erwin.

The stretch of him inside her made her hiss, the lubrication of her body necessary to keep from hurting her as he filled her. Both men’s eyes were fixated on where she was taking him into her body. Erwin watched her red, swollen lips sink down on him, engulfing him in the tight heat of her.

Levi set the pace, lifting and pushing her down on Erwin’s cock as he toyed with her breasts. His lips attached to her neck as he littered her skin with kisses. Erwin’s hand on her hips kept her grounded to him, even as she leaned back against Levi’s chest with her head thrown back and mouth open in ecstasy.

Grey eyes watched as Erwin nodded, his orgasm close as she rode him. Levi plucked her off of him and bent her over onto the larger man’s chest as his cock throbbed between them, coating their chests with his cum. His own aching cock driving into her wet pussy effortlessly at making her cry out as he hit deep.

Levi pounded into her, setting a harder pace that what she had before. He felt her responding, her passage fluttering around him, ready for her to burst apart. His eyes closed as he thrusted into her. He could see why Erwin came so quickly. It was like her body was made for his cock, milking him perfectly as she took it how he wanted to give it to her.

He watched as Erwin and Y/N kissed, her moans being muffled by his tongue. He scooped his hips and watched as her body jolt up and she squealed. His grin broad as he replicated the movement again. He had found the perfect spot for her to unravel. Mercilessly he drove himself into that spot over and over until she was an incoherent mess, crying out as she shuddered on top of Erwin.

He groaned as he felt her release wash over him. Her body pushing his own to his orgasm as he pulled out to splash across her perfect ass. His fingers unclenched from their grip on her hips as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck before hopping off the bed.

“Clean up.” He said shortly as he turned and walked towards the bathroom, unconcerned with his nudity.

Y/N looked back at Levi and then down at Erwin before giggling at the fastidious nature of one of her lovers.

Erwin chuckled and watched as Y/N climbed off of him to follow Levi into the bathroom before getting up himself. The new girl was just what both of them needed.

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Namgi in Heat (Hybrid!Yoongi x Hybrid!Namjoon x Reader)

Type: Headcannon

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Namjoon x Yoongi

Word Count: 2k +

A/N: Who wants some Daddy Joon and Yoongi oppa?

To the anon who requested a Hobi oneshot ages ago: idk if you’re even here anymore, I’m sooooo sorry, I’m definitely going to write it, please accept this till I do? 

·        You were not the type of person that commanded a lot of attention when you walked into a room. With your small stature and unassuming look, you could blend in quite easily in a crowd. Your h/c coloured hair cascaded down your shoulders in soft waves, making you seem even smaller than you were and your large e/c coloured eyes, despite being one of your best features, were not domineering enough for people to notice you. Simply put, you were a meek girl who was quite often overlooked in the grand scheme of things

·        At least, that was what you were hoping for

·        All of this changed when your two bulky testosterone filled alpha male hybrid boyfriends walked in behind you. There was no way in hell that anybody could not notice them. Their very presence brought about a horde of awestruck gazes, accompanied by a certain amount of fear, truth be told. You suppose this was not completely unaccounted for. You felt the same way when you first met them, but that’s a story for another time.

·        Kim Namjoon was a Wolf hybrid. As a human, he was a calm and collected guy but since his personality traits were also ruled by his animal side, his cunningness and passive aggressiveness were also quite noticeable. He stood at a good height of 6 feet and 2 inches, and even his now freshly coloured blonde hair (which you had insisted on) did not do much in the way of making him appear a bit softer. His tall, structure usually scared off people from the get-go. His usual attire consisted of a black leather jacket with his hair swept off his forehead in a perfect curl, and thick rimmed glasses

·        Min Yoongi was a good few inches shorter than Namjoon, but could, in no way, be overlooked. He was a Siberian husky hybrid with small ears peeking out from his head of fluffy black hair, but that was just about the only thing anybody could label as cute about him. He was more muscular than Namjoon was, and still taller than you (and most other people). Tattoos adorned one entire arm of his and extended all the way down to his torso, and the one that he was most proud of was the bold lettering of your name scrawled across his chest. He had a silver nose ring, and one instance of eye contact with him was enough for people to run for cover. Might be a little insensitive of you to say, but he was the kind of guy that people would cross the road to avoid.

·        You have no idea how you ended up with them.

·        Despite their appearances, what people failed to realize was that in reality, these two were actually just pure balls of fluff. They were sweet, caring, and highly appreciative of you. They were never rude or violent to anyone unless absolutely necessary, even though both their breeds had these tendencies. Namjoon’s favourite food was spaghetti, for God’s sake. Yoongi loved babies. If that wasn’t enough to convince someone, you don’t what would be.

·        The only way they had ever displayed their anger was sulking around the house, or giving you large sad puppy eyes until you caved in and finally bought them whatever junk they were craving (or spaghetti, in Namjoon ‘s case). After that, they would huddle around you all night and nuzzle against your neck to show their appreciation. You couldn’t have wished for sweeter hybrids.

·        *coughs* Their heats, however, were a different story altogether.

·        It was a Friday evening. You had just returned home from a tiring day at work and wanted nothing more than a warm bath and a cup of tea to lull you to sleep. The constant stupidity of your employees was beginning to bug you, and you don’t think you could have taken any more of it.

·        On stepping into the house, you were pleasantly surprised to find Jungkook on your couch, squeezed between your boyfriends, engaged in a heated video game. You almost cooed at how adorable the baby bunny hybrid looked between them, undoubtedly trying his best to beat them.

·        You announced your presence and before Namjoon and Yoongi even got to acknowledge you, Jungkook jumped out of the sofa and leaped over to hug you. He may have been timid around you at first, but now had no inhibitions whatsoever about barrelling to you and asking for cuddles. You were pretty sure he considered you one of his most favourite human beings on the planet (aside from Jimin, of course). Your boyfriends didn’t mind him most of the time, usually not too swayed when he cuddled with you and practically had his chin on your head half the time when he was with you, so you didn’t hesitate to envelop him in a hug and fluff his hair affectionately. You didn’t even flinch when he nosed his way into your neck, used to the habits of hybrids by now.

·        That was, until a loud growl  ripped from Yoongi’s throat.

·        Jungkook and you froze, slowly turning your heads to look at the source of the sound. You were a bit confused, he had never done that before. “Do you smell her?”, he asked. You opened your mouth to ask him what he was talking about, but then realized that his question was directed to Namjoon.

·        “Yes”, Namjoon replied, his voice just as low and hoarse as Yoongi’s. “Do you think Jungkook’s doing it on purpose?”. His eyes were trained on the male in question, who by now had his ears flattened to the back of his head.

·        “No, of course not”, Yoongi replied. “I don’t think he can smell her. And even if could, it wouldn’t matter. He’s mated to Jimin.”

·        “Guys.” You had finally mustered up the courage to speak. Both Namjoon and Yoongi turned to look at you, their eyes dark. “What is going on? Why are you growling at Kookie?”

·        Your question was met with silence for a while, until finally, Namjoon decided to speak up. “Jungkook, you need to leave. Call up Jimin and tell him to pick you up, but for now, lock yourself in Yoongi’s room. Don’t come out. Y/N’s ovulating, and we have some…stuff to do.”

·        Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink at his words. “He doesn’t have to lock himself in the room”, you say. “This has happened before. I’m pretty sure you can control yourselves until Jimin comes over, right?”

·        “No, Y/N.”, Yoongi says. “What hasn’t happened before, is your ovulation period and both of our heats falling in the same period. We know Jungkook is mated with Jimin, but we can’t stand the presence of another male, and we’re barely controlling ourselves right now. I personally want nothing else but to rip his head off.”

·        Jungkook lets go of you at Yoongi’s statement and quickly situates himself next to  the front door. “Y/N”, he squeaks. “I’ll go wait outside for Jimin. He’ll hardly take any time to come here. Bye.” He’s gone before you can blink, and you slowly turn to face your boyfriends.

·        Yoongi is gripping the couch so hard you’re pretty sure he’s ripped it. “Namjoon”, he says. “Can I please go first?”

·        “Go ahead. You have really bad self control.”, Namjoon snickers.  

·        “I would have argued, but I’m way too gone right now.”,says Yoongi. “ Y/N, sweetheart, won’t you come here and sit on your oppa’s lap?”

·        You gulp at his sugary sweet tone, and slowly make your way over to them. They’re looking at you like you’re their prey, eyes following each small movement right up until you reach them. You quickly situate yourself on Yoongi’s lap, and let him sniff your neck and lap at it. It doesn’t take too much for you to start feeling aroused, and you start panting as his ministrations at your neck start getting heavier. His hands leave your back to roughly rip open the top few buttons of your blouse, taking your bra with them. He wastes no time in cupping both of your tits as he starts suckling on a particular spot on your neck, and you can literally feel the slick flowing out of you.

·        You gasp when you feel another set of cold hands brushing up your thighs. They slip your panties off your legs and you can’t help but moan at the sight of Namjoon holding them up to his nose and breathing in deeply. “Sorry baby”, Namjoon grins, “Daddy needed something to help him get by.”

·        Yoongi’s mouth has moved to your boobs, and his hands are now pulling up your skirt to claw at your ass. He grunts as he involuntarily ruts himself against you, and you whine as you feel the material of his jeans stimulating your clit. Your juices are soaking his pants, and he just loves how good you smell.  

·        You start humping him in earnest, and that’s when he knows he needs to be inside of you, now. He quickly picks you up, only to set you down on the floor on your back, and pauses momentarily to zip down his jeans and pull himself out. He’s so thick that you can already feel your mouth water. He glides his cock across your folds, gathering all your slick and spreading it across his head. A whimper leaves you.  You can’t wait for him to be inside you.

·        Just as he pops the head of his cock in, Namjoon pulls Yoongi back by his shoulder and stops him. You whine as you feel his girth leaving you, and Yoongi, just as confused as you, turns back to ask Namjoon what the hell he thinks he’s doing. “Don’t look at me like that”, Namjoon chuckles. “I have an idea. Why don’t you sit on the couch and fuck her, and I’ll sit on the floor and watch.”

·        Yoongi’s mouth curves into a smile. Without warning, he picks you up by your arms and takes you with him as he sits on the couch. Then he turns you around so that you are facing Namjoon. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he pulls you onto his hips, pushing his cock into you without preparation.

·        “Fuck baby”, he groans. You swallow a moan. “I barely kissed you, and you’re so wet? So fucking wet for your oppa?”. His hands dig into your hips as he feels you trying to grind your pussy against him.” “Stop it, slut. Sit still and take it. “. It takes you everything not to pout at his sudden rough words. “Show Daddy your pussy.”

·        Namjoon looks in hunger as you spread your legs, exposing yourself to him. His tongue flicks out and licks his canines. He has already pulled his dick out of his pants and is stroking himself. “How does it look, Joon?”,asks Yoongi. “How does my cock look in her pussy?”. “It looks fucking delectable.”, Namjoon replies, leaning forward to lick a strip up from Yoongi”s dick to your folds. Your brain stops functioning as you feel his tongue on you. Yoongi jolts, loving the feeling against his balls.

·        Namjoon delves right back in, lapping at the place where you and Yoongi are joined. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as the squelching sound fills the room, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You keen as his nose brushes against your clit and start rutting yourself against Yoongi’s dick, unable to help it. Namjoon moves down to completely envelop Yoongi’s balls into his mouth, earning a grunt and a few curse words from the older man.

·        As soon as he starts bouncing you on his dick, Namjoon chooses to move upwards and start licking at your nipples. You bring your hands to his head, threading your fingers in his hair and pushing him closer to you, shuddering. When he has given your boobs equal attention, he goes  to kiss you. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, sucking hard on your tongue. Your hand wraps around his dick, pumping rapidly.

·        Yoongi grunts as his thrusts become more rapid. He pulls Namjoon’s mouth to his own, licking into it as his hand joins your own as he plays with the younger boy’s balls. Namjoon shivers and comes with a growl, covering your hands with his release. The image of both of your boyfriends kissing is enough for you too, and everything fades to white as you come.

·        Feeling you squeezing his cock, Yoongi groans, and he frantically thrusts into you, desperate for his own orgasm. You reach behind him with your hand to stroke his tail, and he makes an animalistic noise as his dick slips out of you and sprays cum over Namjoon’s chest.

·        All of you are panting by the time Yoongi’s done. Namjoon gently picks you up from the other male’s lap, and you slowly drift off to sleep in his arms as he carries you to the bedroom. You barely register Yoongi’s lips against your forehead as you fall into a deep slumber.

A/N: This is not edited. Lemme know if you’d like a part 2!

#Namgi #BTS #BTS oneshot #yoongi oneshot #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #bts hybrid #hybrid smut #bts fanfiction #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #hybrid!yoongi #hybrid!rm #bts smut #bts fluff #smut #hybrid

[nattikay]

Sooooo I’m not sure if anyone would be interested in actually reading something like this, but I was looking through some of my older Miraculous art and seeing how the designs of my future AU characters have subtly evolved over time, so I wanted to make a post about designing these characters and how/why I made the decisions that I did! 

So first off, the birth order! I was originally intending to have the kids born in the order that they’re listed in the Stormy Weather episode:

...unfortunately, instead of actually looking at the episode to be sure, I just went off memory; I remembered Emma being the second but accidentally mixed up Hugo and Louis. By the time I realized this, the characters were already too cemented in my head to switch them back. ^^” Oh well.

In addition to the above, in my ~10 years of experience with next gen fics/art/OCs (I know, I have a problem), I’ve noticed that a pretty large fraction of the time folks opt for their OTP’s firstborn to be a daughter over a son. Nothing wrong with this, of course (heck, I’m a firstborn daughter myself haha), it’s just so disproportionately common that I thought making Hugo the firstborn instead of Emma might make my version stand out a bit more. ^^

Now with the siblings’ order decided, on to the designs! Starting with our oldest, 

Hugo!

Black hair and green eyes seems to be the most popular design for an Adrienette kid, and for good reason! It’s an appealing combo on its own in addition to using traits from both parents for the most notable genetic features in characters: hair and eyes. 

I also wanted to give Hugo some of his own flair though. I think the best next gen characters are recognizable as their parents’ offspring BUT can still stand on their own as unique individuals. One way to help do this is, when available, to draw on extended family rather than only their parents. 

Hugo’s strongest example of this (at least as a kid) is his slicked-back hairstyle, which was somewhat inspired by Gabriel’s. The slicked-back style seemed to fit his nerdy personality, but because he is a child and not nearly as uptight as his grandfather, Hugo’s hair is much messier than Gabriel’s, and he often has pieces falling out in the front. 

Admittedly I’m not super great at conveying the slicked idea from the front view, but you can see it a bit better in profile:

Hugo more than either of his siblings also takes after the Dupain side of the family, which isn’t super noticeable as a kid but becomes much more so as he grows up and develops the broad shoulders and strong upper body of Tom and Rolland. He’s not quite as enormous as Tom but is easily the strongest sibling (Louis, meanwhile, is a lanky little noodle like Adrien and Gabriel).

Going along with that, Hugo’s personality has loosened up a bit over time. While I do still draw him in his tucked-in button-up, I’ve also started drawing him in looser styles a bit more, because after all, he is just a goofy kid! This has included anything from using shorts instead of long pants to sometimes wearing just regular ol’ t-shirts instead of his nice button up (on which I rarely actually draw the plaid pattern I initially designed him with because wow it takes forever).

Funnily enough, this is a bit of the opposite of what happened to Adrien. My first sketches of adult!Adrien from this AU all have his shirt untucked, even whilst teaching, but now I almost always draw it neatly tucked in:

...interesting, interesting.

Anyways, while Hugo is still very much a little nerd who does quite well in school and LOVES learning about space and astronomy, he’s also a little more goofy and active than he was when I first created him. He’s probably the most athletic of his siblings (though really none of them are exactly jocks) and while he’s not particularly interested in organized competitive sports, he loves a good game of catch or tag. :)

While people in real life obvious wear any color they want, with my OCs I tend to pick a general palette and stick to it though all (or at least most) outfits, for consistency and easy recognizability. Hugo’s palette is mostly greens (for Chat Noir of course! ;) ), dark blues, and warm browns.

Now, onwards to 

Emma!

I decided to make my version of Emma blonde for two reasons: one, it appears to be so in the screencap shown at the beginning of the post, and while Marinette’s imaginations do not necessarily have to dictate how you design your versions of the kiddos, I liked having the consistency.

...plus then some years later Frozer rolled around and showed a blonde (imaginary) Emma again, so like 

...validation ;)

(by complete coincidence they’re even accurate to the color schemes I use kashdfgjsddsafjdf)

And the second is just that, again, most (not all, of course, but a lot) of the other Emmas I’ve seen in the fandom have been dark-haired, so again I thought it’d help mine stand out a bit.

So now with hair color established, it’s time for eye color. Most of the blond-haired Adrienette kids you see have blue eyes, for the same reason that a lot of dark-haired ones have green. Which, as said with Hugo, makes sense, since it’s the hair color of one parent and the eye color of the other. So why didn’t I make Emma’s eyes blue, then?

Well, it’s a bit of a silly reason tbh, but the blond-hair-blue-eyes combo reminded me a little too much of Chloe. ^^” Not that it would cause any parentage concerns, of course, since obviously Marinette is the one who gave birth to her, but the visual similarities still made me go like...eh ^^”

So green eyes it was! Which, of course, made her look a heck of a whole lot like her father.

But of course, it’s fine to favor one side of the family, but she’s gotta have SOMETHING from Marinette, right? So what other visual could she inherit to show at least some of her mother’s genes?

✧・ﾟ:* F R E C K L E S ! *:・ﾟ✧

And since Marinette’s freckles are so subtle, I decided to make Emma’s a bit more prominent and easily visible.

Actually her freckles have multiplied quite a bit over the years. She’s always had more than Marinette but it used to be confined to just a few on her cheeks and shoulders. Now drawing her is more like DOTS! DOTS EVERYWHERE! with freckles all over her face, down her neck and arms, and even a few on her legs! It is very much her Thing at this point haha

Freckles everywhere!

As for her hairstyle, the default is a simple headband, but she also sometimes wears it just plain down with no accessories at all (usually when in PJs), or up in pigtails like Marinette’s!

Those are just the main ones though...really she can do pretty much whatever ^^

Emma’s outfit palette took a bit more consideration than her brothers’, since I needed it to match the yellow hair (whereas black, as a neutral, can go with just about anything. So I took a minute looking at her established colors--bright green eyes and golden-blonde hair--trying to think of what theme I could used. 

The grassy green and sunshine yellow ended up reminding me of warm weather, like a spring or summer morning. The easiest color for that would’ve been green, but I was already using greens for Hugo and didn’t want their schemes to look too similar. Ultimately I decided on pinks, because the pink outfit with the yellow hair reminded me of some nice fresh lemonade! Some bright whites and warm creams/off-whites then added to the cheery, springy theme. ^^

Her original outfit design included some small dots on her collar and pant cuffs, not unlike the inside of Marinette’s jacket, but I don’t really include that detail much anymore for the same reason I rarely draw Hugo in his original plaid.

Lastly but not leastly, onwards to 

Louis!

Thus far we’ve had Hugo, who’s a pretty good visual mix of his parents, and Emma, who takes more after her dad. As such, I figured that it’d only be fair if the third and final kid took more after his mom!

So in many ways Louis looks a lot like a mini male Marinette, right down to the subtle freckles. If Hugo has the most Dupain genes and Emma has the most Agreste genes, Louis probably has the most Cheng genes and has the easiest time convincing people that yes, he is actually 1/4 Chinese (absolutely no one believes Emma when she says this lol...she has to show pictures of her family haha).

We can’t completely ignore the Agreste side of the family though, and in Louis’s case is manifests mostly in his hairstyle which is very similar to Adrien’s, as well as his lean and lanky body type as an adult, very similar to Adrien’s and Gabriel’s (unlike Hugo who, again, is stockier like a less-extreme Tom).

His outfit color scheme is light blues and grays with splashes of red. The blues and grays work well for his shyer, more reserved demeanor, while the splashes of red like the t-shirt hidden under his sweater are like his big imagination! (Like his mother and grandfather, Louis is very much into art and design, though his interest tends to be geared more towards characters and stories than fashion).

Not as much to say about him tbh...he’s “evolved” the least from his original concept and is mostly just the cute baby brother ^^”

So yeah, there you have it! That was roughly my thought process for creating/designing my little kiddos ^^ 

Hopefully some of you found this interesting; I enjoy talking about my ideas and stuff so if you ever want to know more or about something else that I do/make, feel free to ask! ^^

#miraculous #future au #agreste family #hugo thomas agreste #emma adele agreste #louis felix agreste #my art #back in college I knew this one girl like Emma who was 1/4 asian but didn't look it a t a l l #and was lowkey salty about it #(salty about not *looking* part asian I mean) #people would never believe her and she'd have to pull up pictures like #''LOOK here is me with my 100% JAPANESE GRANDMA who literally LIVES in JAPAN and speaks mostly JAPANESE'' #and I feel like Emma most definitely has the same conversations haha #anyways #yeah here's this post #that wound up being very long sorry ^^'' #....yeah

[rxgerthatt]

we’re both monsters, and that’s okay

Summary - Bucky is a broken man, and you’re a broken woman. What happens when worlds collide?

Warnings - SMUT/violence/adult themes 

A/N – hi sooooo, I’m working on something big for Steve but I wanted to get something out because I’m having the dreaded writers block and it’s annoying. I really have no idea where this came from, and honestly I’m not sure it makes sense but fuck it, it’s late – if you like it lemme know darlings.

Bucky Barnes is smitten the moment he lays eyes on you.

The firecracker of a dame, with a whip for a tongue and the strength of ten super soldiers. Slight exaggeration, but the point is – you’re strong as fuck.

Seriously, he watched you pull off a man’s arm with your bare hands in Moscow – creamed his pants at the sight. Gore splattered across your face in garish red, coated your hands and you sucked your fucking index finger into your mouth – released it with a pop.

You’re really fucking morbid.

“hmm – don’t get blood like this in the states.” You smirk.

You’re also insane.

Bucky stutters, watches the way your hips sway as you slink away from him and he thinks about those sinful legs wrapped around his –

“Hurry up Barnes – Kimmel’s on at ten.”

Damn – you’ll be the death of him.

He travels to Venice with you – romantic right?

Two enhanced humans running from their problems, trying to find the pieces that were taken – trying to remember the pieces that weren’t. It’s like some tragic love story, spun together and bound by flames and cindered rope.

You remind him of fire – uncontrollable, breathtaking. Don’t get too close or you’ll burn because you’re untameable, one of those new world modern chicks who hate commitment and snort white powder from vials on the weekend.

You’re more dangerous though.

Venice is other worldly. You and Bucky sit on a bridge and watch the sun descend over brightly coloured buildings. It burns tangerine orange and this violent blood red, soft clouds blushing pink with the last of the suns attention. Cornflower blue sky pulled apart from the sea revealing a fleshy wound.

Gondola’s pass beneath your feet, charred and midnight black as they slosh through the water – couples kiss and laugh and Bucky wonders what it’s like to be so completely in love you’re blinded.

“Do you ever wish you died? Y’know, when you fell off the train?” you ask him, and it’s totally out of the blue because you’re sucking on salted caramel gelato over sea foam green water and that question is entirely inappropriate.

“No,” he answers with a smug grin. “Wouldn’t get to be sittin’ here with you if I did.”

Oh it’s smooth, and he feels kind of proud. That is, until you roll your eyes and chuckle. “You trying to get laid?”

Bucky chokes on a chocolate chip, it’s wedged in his throat like a stone and your bluntness turns him fifty shades of vermillion. God, he needs to stop hanging around Steve so much – he’s lost his touch.

“It’s okay if you are you know,” you look straight ahead. “I’ll suck your dick if you want, I don’t mind.”

“Jesus Christ doll, you’re something else.” Bucky laughs – a deep belly laugh, and for the first time in a while he feels normal.

You’re the only one that makes him feel normal.

And that’s the weirdest part of the whole damn thing.

***

Bucky sees it for the first time in Naples.

Word of an underground trafficking ring associated with Hydra shook loose and Steve wanted you both to check it out – drugs, weapons – the works.

It’s not end-of-the-world type shit, but the dude that runs it is bad news.

Giovanni De Luca, the man with Naples under his thumb - your ex-handler from your time in Hydra. And suddenly the mission becomes a lot more personal than simple recon and a fire burns deep in your loin.

There’s children. Six shivering corpses tethered together by metal chains - glossy marble eyes, painted with grime and so unnaturally thin.

They were being smuggled.

It hits you like a freight train, knocks the wind from your lungs and you remember the day you were taken – screaming, crying for your parents. But they were dead, painted the wall of your small home in gaudy scarlet and bone. And with them died any possibility of you having a normal life.

They would do the same to these children. They would make them into killing machines – turn them into monsters.

They would turn them into you.

“Y/N, we should call backup.” Bucky warns you. He can see it simmering under your skin, begging to be unleashed and he knows you can’t control it. It’s a reflex, it’s you – uncontrollable, impulsive.

“There’s no time.”

“Darlin’ there’s fifteen of them and -”

“And we will crush every single one of them,” you growl, eyes set alight like a matchstick – tar black pupil licked by the flames of your iris and Bucky is almost scared of you.

You kill all fifteen with ease.

You pop Giovanni’s eyes from his sockets, they spill from his skull glossy red and roll across the floor in a river of gore. The last thing he sees is you. The last thing he feels is excruciating death as it swallows him whole, the dust from his skull powders your fingers.

Bucky can’t stop you. You maim and break and kill and you never even bat those pretty eyelashes – possessed.

It bursts through you – unhinged, deadly – this monstrous being that isn’t really you but it is. It’s the ‘you’ they created. The assassin with no remorse and the devil in her belly. It’s a tragedy, breaking apart in front of his eyes like petals being ripped from a blooming flower and scorched by death so suddenly.

You rip a man’s head clean off his shoulders; the loud tearing of flesh and the crack of bone is the symphony to match your turmoil – the melody that plays and you’re dancing in the centre, coated in blood and muscle with the smell of thick iron in the air – Bucky tastes it on his tongue.

Bucky can’t stop you. He won’t stop you. There’s some deep, shadowed part of him that understands the need to kill, the want to kill those who harm you and it’s all either of them know. He dances the same dance, sings the same symphony and it’s beautifully macabre but it’s them.

And that’s okay.

***

Bucky has nightmares. Lurid red rivers, mountains of bones and it’s all people he’s murdered – their faces printed into his mind in thick ink, forever.

He throws himself from hell one night, sweat slicked and screaming into the black void of night as if anyone’s listening - as though he were looking for the old him.

Bucky grips his hair in his fists, pulls and tugs and he wants to reach into his skull and rip his brain from the top of his spine – smash it until it’s nothing more than matter and blood, because that would be so much less painful than having to see their faces every night.

“James?”

His head whips to the doorway, your silhouette illuminated by the Italian moon and he almost thinks you’re an apparition, a silver skin, as you glide across the floor towards him.

Bucky throws his legs over the side of the bed, pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes and watches the vivid colours dance across the darkness of his eyelids.

“Sorry if I woke you up,” Bucky says, voice choked and broken by despair. “You should go back to sleep.”

You’re in front of him now, kneeling on the floor. Your hands pull his own away from his face because you’re one of the few people who have the strength to do so and he looks at you then.

“I see it all too,” you say softly, a whisper into the night.

Your hand is like a balm to his burning skin as it skims up his arm, fingers grazing the ugly scar at the base of his shoulder, and you’re the only woman that hasn’t been frightened by it – you’re the only woman that’s stayed.

“Do you know what makes it worse, is that I remember who I was before,” Bucky opens up. “I wasn’t always a monster, and I suppose that makes it harder.”

You run both your hands across the wide expanse of mousy skin on his bare chest, your grip more urgent as those small yet powerful hands grip his muscular thighs.

“We’re both monsters James,” you look up at him through those long wispy lashes. “And that’s okay.”

James – no one’s called him that since his mother – and somehow he likes the sound of it on your tongue. You stir something inside him that he thought would never wake up again – caress it with those unusually soft hands and it purrs at you.

And it’s dangerous and dark, and he should probably push you away, but he doesn’t stop you when you reach for his pants and pull them down.

He doesn’t stop you when you lick up his shaft, and tease his balls with a barely-there touch he didn’t think you were capable of. Bucky doesn’t stop you because he wants it – he wants you.

You push his chest down until he crashes against the mattress, primal groan ripping from his throat as you take him deeper into your mouth. It’s wet and hot and everything he ever imagined it would be to have your mouth wrapped around him – bliss.

You swirl your tongue around the tip and look up at him with big, doe eyes and he almost applauds you at how easy you make yourself seem so innocent. And maybe in another lifetime you were, maybe if it were a hundred years earlier, he’d be the dominant one.

“Fuck, baby,” he drawls out, vibranium hand shooting down to lock in your thick hair as you run your teeth up his shaft and no woman’s ever done that to him before. And you do this thing were you twist your head and Bucky swears he sees stars on the ceiling.

He sees heaven and Valhalla and a place he doesn’t deserve, but he knows you don’t deserve it too and he’s not alone.

You moan around him, take him deep into the back of your throat with ease, spit and come are coating your cheeks in transparent ribbons but he knows you don’t care and when he shoots into your mouth you take it all. It’s thick and sticky and leaves behind a burn as it pools in your own stomach with a heavy weight – fat and filling.

You release him with a pop, climb up his body like a monkey and the night air passes over his spit slicked dick and makes him shiver. There’s something about it that’s oddly normal – strangely romantic.  

Bucky reaches his hand out towards your face, runs a calloused thumb across your sharp cheekbone and your lips part slightly at the gentle gesture.

“Gotta admit doll,” Bucky chuckles, humour bouncing around in those stormy eyes. “Was scared you were gonna bite it off.”

“There’s still time yet James.”

And doesn’t he know it.

***

“I’m obsessed with you,” you tell him in Tuscany – bathed in the golden rays of the sun, caressed by the tongues of grass you lay in and you look celestial – as though the gods made you themselves and sent you down as a gift to the earth.

“Obsessed?” Bucky quirks, that Brooklyn glint of mischievousness dots those beautiful blue eyes and he turns to you then.

“Yes,” you reply. “I don’t know what it feels like – to love I mean.”

Bucky pushes himself up on his elbow, drags a cool metal finger up your arm and your nerves dance beneath your skin.

“Well in that case – I’m obsessed with you too.”

And you smile.

***

He makes love to you in Positano.

It was beautiful. Patchwork buildings climbed the Cliffside in all colours – mustard, beige, coral. Scattered along the rock as though it were natural. It was the treasure of the Amalfi Coast – a diamond wedged between lands.

There’s a hotel room. It’s all Old Italian decor – fresh white walls, arched openings, oak curved doors and tile flooring in a burnt copper. An old renaissance style balcony overlooks a deep azure ocean that blends with the sky like paint on canvas, and it’s the purest Bucky has ever seen.

And he feels out of place in between the flimsy opaque drapes and the twisting bougainvillea, which wraps itself delicately around the wrought iron fence in all the colours of a bright summer’s eve.

He feels out of place everywhere.

“There’s this super dope pizza place down the street.” You break through his thoughts with that sultry voice – stop his heart when he sees you.

You’re wearing this pretty dress – buttoned up the front, cotton pink – and Bucky’s tongue catches in his throat like glue at the sight. Because you look at home among the magenta and fuchsia flowers that decorate the lattice with your silky hair and your smooth skin.

And you’re so fucking pretty it stings. Burns deep inside him and presses its weight against his head and he’s dizzy with you.

You smirk at him knowingly, drop the pizza box on the table.

“Like my dress?”

He throws you against the wall

Pushes your back into eggshell painted brick and claims your mouth in a hot searing kiss. It’s more passionate than usual and it takes them both by surprise, because they were both so used to the needy, nasty kisses – stolen in dark places to chase away the shadows.

Bucky’s hands run up your thighs, draw softly over the smooth skin until he reaches your waist – pink pooling over his arms and he lifts you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

When he drops you onto the bed he wastes no time crawling between your legs, tangling his hands into your hair and you moan into his mouth – smile at his lack of patience. You grip his shoulders; feel the muscles quiver beneath your strong hands – the way he opens up to you.

The way he begs you to love him because he can’t do it without you – he would drown.

He travels down, pulls open the front of your dress and you gasp as a button flies off – cracks against the wall.

“James! That was the only pretty thing I own.”

“You’re pretty.” He replies, sucking a nipple into his mouth and you arch your back into him as his fingers crawl down your bare stomach. “You’re really fucking pretty baby.”

It makes you blush. It’s so unfamiliar to you – the compliments, the longing, the way he holds you. It’s foreign and unorthodox but you yearn for it all the same, you need it. And so does Bucky.

He slips his fingers past your folds, his metal hand coming to grip your breast and you hiss at the icy touch – at the way his fingers delve into your wetness and you pull his face down to yours once more, sink your tongue into his mouth and bury it in the warmth of him.

You want to feel more of him, you need to. You want him to fill all your senses; you want to be breathless with him.

His tongue rubs against yours as he fingers your cunt, slides in and out and you’re almost embarrassed at the whines he’s pulling from you. His vibranium hand comes up to cup your cheek as you spill your pleasure onto his hand, something snaps inside your gut and your legs quake.

“I need you,” you breathe to him, warmth brushing across his cheeks. “I need you inside me.”

You push his trousers past his hips, sink your nails into the firm muscle of his ass and he bites your neck – hard. You bleed on his lips as he buries himself into you, your blood smeared across his cheek like war paint and it’s fucking erotic and you love it.

You’re like a dream beneath him and he leans back to watch his cock slide into your velvet pussy, his nerves buzz and he tastes metal on his tongue, he tastes you on his tongue – raw, bare.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he slams both hands beside your head, thrusts his cock into you as he chases after pleasure, after all he’s been longing for. And you clench around him, whine as you come all over his cock – blood streaking down over your breasts from the opening in your neck.  

You drag your tongue up his ear when he comes and it’s so fucking hot that he thinks it makes him orgasm twice. And you kiss him when he collapses on top of you, suck his bottom lip into your mouth and gnaw on it until he bleeds – grips your hip with titan force.

You chuckle, hum in delight as you lick his blood from his lips. “You taste nice.”

“God, you’re so fuckin’ crazy.” Bucky laughs, breathless.

“Normal women won’t satiate you soldier.” You throw your legs over his waist, plant firm hands on his chest and he loves the way your eyes glisten in the light of dusk – it’s captivating, all encompassing.

“Plus, you bit me first. I was just returning the favour.”

Jesus Christ he loves you.

***

You drag him up a clock tower in Florence.

People gasp and pull faces as you both scale the building but you don’t care – you drag his ass all the way up to the top to watch the stars over the city because you’re impulsive as fuc and he’s infatuated with you.

Bucky’s fingerprints are peeled off by the time you reach the bell, replaced by a raw stinging.  It’s old gold and rusted in parts but it’s beautiful. The sky is dark indigo, fiery lights smeared across the ebony blanket of an Italian night.  

“You made me come all the way up here to watch the stars?” Bucky pants, drops down beside you and watches the stars spill across your face as you scowl.

“You’re no fun,” you pout, bottom lip pillowed. “I betcha Tony would’ve done it for me.”

Bucky scoffs, sees green and he knows it covers him like a filtered light because you give him a smug smile before pecking his cheek.

Space is stretched before them, a promise of life even in the dark, and Bucky steals a glance at you and sees home. He sees the only woman that could ever full understand him, the only woman that can look at the darkness in him and bathe it in light.

“I love you y’know,” Bucky takes your face into his hands, sees the flash of shock in your eyes – scattered among the stars that sparkle crystal in your irises.

But it settles, and you smile when he pecks you. “I haven’t ever loved someone as much as I love you, and I don’t think I ever will again.” He turns back to look at the sky.

“Does it scare you?” your hand clasps the back of his neck. “If I say I love you too.”

“hey – we’re both monsters right?” he smiles.

“But we’ll get there someday.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes x enhanced!reader #bucky barnes fic #winter solider fanfiction #winter solider x reader #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you

[onstarsandiron]

Band AU Outline

Because where else am I going to put this?

[Lol I made it long, it’s under the readmore]

Scene 1 is Jax is trying to get coffee for his shitty boss and this asshole bumps into him, spills it all over him, and has the goddamn nerve to not stick around. Jax doesn’t know how he feels about the $50 bill casually thrown at him before Asshole runs off

Scene 2 is Robb arriving late to after school rehearsal and smelling faintly like coffee and his stupid brother is there and sneers at him because Eric is sooooo perfect and Eric gets to be the one that plays the violin, the instrument that everyone likes, and Robb is here playing the bass. Well fuck you, Eric, because Robb’s a damn good bass player and he actually likes how it sounds, thank you very much. If he’d gotten stuck with the viola he would have killed himself; he’d literally be second fiddle to Eric.

Scene 3 is Jax on his lunch break talking to Ana about their bassist or something I think? 

Scene 4 is Robb secretly practicing his electric bass in a quiet part of the mansion, like he always does, playing along with youtube videos and learning whatever he feels like

Scene 5 is Jax arriving at the venue and finally feeling the stress of the day wash off a little

Scene 6 is Robb arriving at the venue; he’s got a genuine ticket, but he brought his electric bass to try and say he’s part of the opening act or something and get backstage to try and get an autograph (maybe got dared to get one?) This goes, of course, wrong when the stage runner insists on personally seeing him to the correct dressing room saying they’ve been looking for their goddamn bassist all over the place, where the fuck have you been? and just shoves him in 

Queue: “YOU!” “Me?” Robb studied the other’s face, looking for where he’d know those features from. Suddenly it came to him. Oh. Oh no. Coffee boy. “Oh no,” Rob said, unable to help it, “Me.” 

Robb fucking OWES Jax for that bullshit, he may have payed for replacement coffee, but you can’t pay for replacement dignity, and that was his FAVORITE sweater. What’s that instrument he has? A bass? Fucking good because Barger is a no-show and they’re on in 15. 

Ana’s drums, Di does keyboard and synth, Jax is lead (only) guitar and lead (only) singer -- Di cannot carry a note to save the galaxy and Ana gets too excited and just ends up screaming more than singing (you physically cannot stop her from doing this, mind you, so mostly Jax just doesn’t give her a mic. It helps only so very much. To be fair, it is Ana’s band, so she has a certain right to do whatever she wants) They are the Dossier [Idk if I wanna include Xu and Elara in here yet; if I do, Elara’s a techie and Xu is additional tech support + Social media manager/marketing/gig booking/etc]

Queue the gang tearing up Robb’s pretty boy outfit to get grungier bc if you believe Ana started some kinda new wave bullshit band full of crooners you’re goddamn wrong. They do loud hard rock and you can die made about it. Also Jax applies Robb’s eyeliner and Robb has never had a more intimate moment with an individual without actually touching one another in his life. 

Then there’s the show. Lucky for Robb they’re playing all covers and it’s stuff that he knows. unluckily for Robb, it’s completely different to playing quietly in his tucked away chamber to youtube videos. He makes do, though. 

He’s kind of mouthing along to the words he knows and then he’s singing them quietly and then he’s singing them outright and then Jax notices and somehow there’s now been a mic placed in front of him and he’s become backup vocals now and if he believed in fake things he’d think Jax was actually pleased about this. Wow, performing sure makes your heart beat hard.

Then they’re taking a bow and off the stage before he even knows it. He thinks now he’ll be shooed off, but actually they let him watch the actual concert with them and then there’s like an after party and they let him tag along and actually he has a really good time (He gets that autograph he wanted too lol)

Like a week later he gets a call from Ana -- Di had made him sign a goddamn liability waiver including personal and emergency contact info -- and turns out that Barger skipped town for reasons which are genuinely undisclosed but 99% probably because he has a gambling problem. They need a new bassist. He worked out well in a pinch, does he think he can make practices monday at 7? 

So that’s how Robb starts sneaking around to be in this band and play little gigs here and there and it isn’t the sort of places anyone from his circle would be involved in and it isn’t so big that he’s so very worried about an internet presence (he does “”Shyly”” hide behind his hand when Di tries to get pictures for their social media). Robb like tells his mom he’s doing some extracurricular thing and turns his phone off and pays off his chauffeur to say nothing

There’s probably some cute scenes or clips of outings or something. They go thrift shopping to get Robb some actual stage clothes, they hang out with Ana’s moms, they don’t talk about Jax’s parents ever and don’t mention that Jax pretty much lives with Ana or the rotating cast of personnel through the house, there’s heart-to-hearts, there’s laughs, there’s drama, there’s friendship blossoming, walls breaking, truly incredible stuff

Then comes the inevitable. The day of the Big School Concert is also the day of the big Battle of The Bands or something. It’s some sort of contest where they play some songs and then they play one they were like assigned and they were assigned Space Oddity and one thing is that the judges are really looking for those strings but Di’s synths just aren’t cutting it; they’re timing and intonation just aren’t right. So Robb is like “Okay, you can’t ask any questions, and I’m going to be like on the wire BUT I will be there and I will bring strings. You have to trust me.” 

And then it’s Robb’s concert, and bananas things happen and he gets out of there with the bass and we’re switching back and forth between everyone being antsy and worrying and Robb booking it with this big ass piece of shit on his back and he’s in the back of the car fucking up his $300 suit. Maybe there’s a run-in with Eric? I kinda really want him to show up a little worse for ware for Jax to fuss over. 

And Jax and Ana and Di are like Bass??? Suit???? Hair half slicked back??? Are those LOAFERS??? Is that a BLACK EYE?? [one of the judges later asks the same thing and Robb just replies “We are a grunge band, ma’am]  But there’s no time to fuss! Because he rolls up literally like two minutes from going on stage!

They rush out and they play their song and it’s magical and fucking gay and Di’s going fucking ham on the piano and the whole room is vibing. Then they play a couple more songs or something idk I don’t want to like ruin this emotional high but I do need to justify the electric base being there for the next bit which issss

Di and Ana shove Robb and Jax into the dressing room and they FINALLY make out. And it’s amazing and heavy and full of emotional and physical catharsis and it’s just exactly what everyone -- robb, jax, the reader -- needs. 

And then there’s a knock on the door. Followed by “Robbert, darling, are you in there?” 

And Robb’s blood goes cold. Because of course Eric told his mother. Of course he forgot to turn his phone off. Of course, just as he finally has the things he wants, what he’s been craving for all his life, here comes his mother reminding him of what he is supposed to be. 

“What’s wrong?” Jax asks, “Who’s that?” But Robb can’t bear to say a word. It’ll all become obvious in a minute anyway. All he can do is hope that the sadness on his face shows, for once he wants his stupid face to show his goddamn emotion to the one person, and that Jax will know that’s how he really feels and won’t take this next part too personally. 

His parting words are to hand his electric bass to Jax and say, “Here, can you keep this safe for me? Valerios aren’t supposed to play these sorts of things.” 

And before Jax can say anything Robb turns away and makes his face a mask and replies, “Yes, Mother.” 

The door opens and there stands his mother, graying hair pulled into an elegant bun, still in the dress from the recital. Eric stands there too with his sharp suit, looking as if their tussle had never happened and like he didn’t need to wash blood off his rings. There were also a couple of men in suits, some of his mother’s assistants. One entered unceremoniously and silently took the bass from the room. 

“My dearest, whatever are you here for? I believe we agreed to a dinner at your favorite restaurant for your recital tonight,” it was Eric’s favorite, Robb hated the place, “This event was not on my itinerary.” 

“I apologize for the delay, Mother,” Robb said, as if he’d made them wait five minutes instead of running off across town and surely ruining their evening, “I owed a debt, and as you know that cannot be outstanding.” 

The barest hint of anger flashed over her face; she absolutely hated when he threw Valerio Family Names items back at her. He must have been hanging around with Ana too much, because he found himself relishing in having made her mad. The flash was gone almost before it was there, though, and her face was cool once more. 

“And what, pray tell, did you owe to these... people,” his mother said, eyeing Jax in a way that made Robb so angry he could feel the white hot rage in the center of his chest. But he was a Valerio, and he knew better than to show it like Ana was allowed to. 

“Did you not catch the show, Mother?” Robb asked, protectively stepping between her gaze and Jax and praying that it didn’t show his cards too thoroughly, “They required some strings accompaniment. I lent them some. Our transaction is done, I have no more business here.” 

He had so much more business here. He had results to hear. An after party to go to. Pizza to eat. Jokes to laugh at. A boy to kiss. 

But now all that business is done for. Who wants to hear results for a song played by a liar? Who wants to go to an after party or eat pizza or tell jokes with a Valerio? Who would want to kiss him after seeing who he really is: a spineless wimp who is doomed to live and die by his mother’s whims. This whole arrangement was doomed from the start, and he always knew it. He was just too happy to let himself know that. 

His mother was clearly displeased with him, but what was new? “So I see,” She said at last, “Well then, come along, no need to tarry in this... venue.” 

“Of course, Mother,” Robb said. A cool nothingness washed over him. He knew his lines. He knew his place. This was who he was. 

Robb left the room, not sparing Jax a single look over his shoulder. He told himself it was because his mother would certainly notice, and she would, but really he couldn’t bear to see whatever expression Jax was wearing -- betrayal, shock, anger? It would only break his heart further. 

As he left the room he now saw that Di and Ana were looking on in shock. Apparently they hadn’t stepped too far away. “Hey!” Ana yelled, “What’s going on?” 

“Did you not hear the entire conversation about what’s ‘going on’?” Erik asked, and Robb wanted to punch him again. Apparently Ana wanted to too, because Di instinctively reached to hold her back just as she began forward. 

“And who is this, Robbert?” his mother asked, as if they were at the zoo and she was asking which animal was in this enclosure. It was so hard for Robb to see Ana riled up without getting riled up too. 

“The leader of the band, Mother,” Robb said, carefully not naming her. She was nondescript, hard to track down by description alone. Hopefully more trouble than his mother thought worth it. He never wanted any of this night to come back to hurt the band. 

“Well, as you’ve heard, his debt is payed, so he is leaving. Say goodbye, Robbert.” 

“Goodbye,” Robb said, feeling like a dog, “Thank you for the experience.” That was as close as he could get to what he wanted to say. Thank you for being his friend, for being there for him, for letting him be dumb and clumsy, for a thousand things Ana has done for him. Her and Di and Jax. And all he can say is, “Thank you for the experience.” He makes him sick. 

And like that he turns with his mother and brother, because he is nothing but their dog. A spare for if something goes wrong. An extra to be married off for a good business deal once he’s ripe. That’s all he is and all he will ever be. 

He can hear Ana yelling after them, struggling against Di’s hold. He can picture Di’s face as he struggles between holding Ana back for her own good and letting her go because he knows she’ll at least land a hit. He tries not to picture Jax at all. 

But don’t worry because I hate sad endings but idk exactly what I want to happen but basically a few hours pass and then either Siege or Ana is like “So, when are we going?” and Jax is like “? Going where?” “To break your boyfriend out.” and idk, but it works out in the end. 

#heart of iron #hoi #soul of stars #sos #mywriting #fanfiction #rock band au #robb/jax #jax/robb #robbert valerio #jaxander taizu #robb #jax

[quietlysatan]

Year One: The Year of Revelations Part 1 of the Harry Potter and the Diplomat's Son Series - Lady Angel (dameange), AO3

Link: Here!! 

Rating: T for too fucking sweet ohmygod it’s so great

Favorite Quote(s): I love these sort of things, and people, the sort who can act as proper as their situation calls for one second, and then a regular human the next.

Severus had to violently subdue his urge to cast a silencing spell at the naked toddler. But he watched the scene unfold with curiosity. Mere moments before, the boy had been the perfect, docile high society child. Seen, but not heard, a perfect little complement to the seemingly perfect aristocratic life. Now, he was laughing and tickling, and generally acting like an eleven year old boy should. Severus found this dichotomy of interest.

Harbin, or Hari, Harry’s name under his adoptive parents, is still just as oblivious as he always has been for all that he’s not dumbing himself down anymore, or possibly never at all if the age he was "lost” is right...

Severus was curious, of course, but kept his own counsel, choosing to turn his attention back to the transfigured vase, changing it into the symbol of his house, although a nonpoisonous one. Chevalier seemed to recognize this as he held his hand out for the green garden snake. Father and son seemed to be mesmerized by the snake, Harbin going so far as to hiss to it, laughing in delight when it hissed back.

I love Slytherins, and this whole family is Slytherin fight me

Those muggleborns and their families that Severus had to contact in the years before Harbin Chevalier either stared in stupid gapped-mouth wonder or exclaimed over everything like it was the second coming of Merlin. The Chevaliers and their bodyguard, instead, smoothly glided about Diagon Alley as if they owned it. Purebloods that usually turned up their noses at everyone, nodded at them with gentility and sharing space with them rather than glaring them out of the way.

Embarrassing but loving parents is my favorite thing

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them at all, he pondered how she could think he was growing up so fast when it felt like forever just since Professor Snape had come to the house. Mothers could be strange creatures like that.

I love Ron, he’s the dumbest smart person in the whole series and he’s such a sweetheart, and he always means well, and whenever authors get it right I fall a little bit in love with their works

The girl gave Weasley a tremulous smile. The boy fell like a domino. Pathetic.

I just think this is really important and something not a lot of authors actually touch on when writing Harry Potter stories, even in canon we barely get any of this if at all, at least as far as the movies are concerned which is such a shame

Severus watched as the child contemplated his toy. An orphan never stopped wondering about their biological parents, no matter how happy they were with their current situation. Harbin wandered out of his classroom with nary a goodbye. He forgave the slight, knowing that ruminations about his birth parents were taking up the boy’s entire mind.

I actually want this one tattoed on me

“Nous apprenons. Nous planifions.”

Words & Chapter(s): 33,610 words, one-shot of what is current;y a 4 part series so far, though each entry is complete each piece of this series is also a one-shot, and I have plans to review each

Summary: this is the summary for the first entry, but I feel it rather gets the point across

Sometimes it isn’t about nature versus nurture. Sometimes it’s nature and nurture. Instead of being raised as Harry Potter by the Dursleys, he became Harbin Chevalier, the son of a French diplomat, and part of a loving Muggle family. What would have been different?

Score: 9459858495880883498439859.9..... So like, literally one of my actual top three reads, I’ve read this about six times and started learning French because of it. 

Pairing(s):  Eventual Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter does not happen until entry four of the series, Wolfstar!!! Background Sophie Chevalier/Uncle Jonah/Yves Chevalier, eventual Wolfstar

My personal headcanons for each of the (Lovely and wonderful) original characters general looks are as follows because I thought it would be nice to add: Sophie is tall, taller than Yves, but shorter then Jonah, though most humans are. Sophie has warm toned tan skin and dark, nearly black, brown hair and golden eyes as warm as the sun. I always picture her wearing fantastic evening gowns for no other reason than that I can.

Jonah looks like if Vin Diesel and Jason Statham were somehow combined if a bit taller and all around bigger, and his eyes are a deep nearly metallic grey, he is bald, mostly because he shaves his head. I tend to think of him wearing casual easy-to-move-in suits that seem emptier than they actually are.

Yves appears in my head as a slightly shorter than average man, though most don’t notice it past a passing observation, his personality is to warm, he’s a little tanner than most white people, but he is, in fact, white, he’s got beautiful warm friendly ocean blue eyes, and his hair is bright and blonde, a little wavy when left alone, but otherwise stylishly slicked into position. He tends to wear obviously nice, stylish yet comfortable suits similar to Tony Stark when he actually puts on a suit whenever I think about it, honestly, Yves is played by a blonde haired blue eyed RDJ sooooo, take that as you will

Warning(s): Past Child Abuse not very graphically described, but both parents are aware of how bad off he was. Child abandonment by Dumble-douche-bag The Dursleys. Said child was Harry in both situations. I don’t even know who else that would happen to in the HP Universe to be fair though. 

The kidnapping of a different child. Not Harry in this case. No worries, he’s perfectly fine and his kidnapper is tormented by him the entire time regardless anyways which is great.

Temporary, understandable, and acceptable Ron bashing. (Spoiler here)

The basilisk thing happens, the philosipher’s stone happens, everybody is okay

Pros: It’s so good I PICKED A LANGUAGE TO LEARN BECAUSE OF IT. You cannot regret reading this. Even if you don’t care for Drarry, you’re gonna fucking love this regardless, and that doesn’t really happen until like the fourth-ish book anyways so...

But the french is so cool, if you hover over it there will be a translation presented automatically somehow, and since I’ve read this seventeen times I’m starting to recognize a few words, which, is awesome. 

And Oooh The Game, I love The Game, for those of you who do not know, The Game is, essentially, what “Important People” do for fun, it’s the reason why there are seventy different utensils at a fancy dinner party, why we serve hors d'œuvre, why everything from how you stand, to your accent, to how you talk, and even how you walk, is important at Certain Social Functions, it is, essentially a political ploy, a game to see who is the most    Cultered, so to speak. It is the reason why “Look underneath the underneath” is even a thing, for a more in-depth example I suggest watching someone play Dragon Age: Inquisition, specifically The Game mission/chapter/event. 

But gods do I love The Game, it’s so much fun, and such a rush, you just have to be careful to turn off The Game when you’re done tho, and not to run out of batteries so-to-speak, They can sense exhaustian and it’s like sharks to blood once that happens

Harry really enjoys slightly seducing absolutely everyone within a five-foot radius, he’s so sweet, and charming, and open with affection, Draco is very adorable about it too, and Hermione’s just such a lovely character in this one, she’s sweet but still her, and she restrains herself some which is always a nice break, Draco actually has to slowly work through his prejudices which is always fucking amazing, and well-appreciated, Ron also has his own to work through, but he’s always been a simple/single-minded person so that was quite easy to work past.

ALSO, THERE’S NO BASHING!!!!!!!!! Except for Ron for a little bit, but Hari takes care of that Real Quick

Harry is a manipulative little shit and it’s beautiful, this is what I mean when I say all manipulations aren’t bad, like, telling your kids they can get super powers if they eat all their veggies, it’s still manipulation but it’s towards a good end, and well-meant

Gif Aesthetic: Harry’s parents when Harry does anything

What Harry sees when he sees his friends (The freaking cuteness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Everyone @ Harry, but especially Draco

The overall mood of this fic????

So cool and badass

#Satan has great taste in: Drarry #drarry fluff #Satan's Top Three #Longish fic #30k fanfic #sweet #fluff #lovely

[italicwatches]

I Couldn’t Become a Hero, so I Reluctantly Decided to Get a Job - Episode 01

I regret nothing. …Well, I say that now. I’m not entirely sure if this show will be any good, but it’s one whose title has had me curious for a while. Will it be silly and fun, or will it, I don’t know, turn super rapey or something? You never really know when you go down this road. So join me, won’t you? it’s I Couldn’t Become a Hero, So I Reluctantly Decided to Get a Job, episode 01! Here we GO!

-We begin with fire and brimstone. A volcano erupting! And then, to a temple ruins! It’s a scene right out of an incredibly anime version of Jason and the Argonauts, as our armored hero fights against a batch of skeleton w…knights, only for a harpy to come swinging in! He’s saved by a woman…in…

-Okay it’s one of these.

-Because that wouldn’t even qualify as Sexy Samurai in a decade-old shitpost video. So our hero, Raul Chaser, is willing to rely onYUP THERE GOES HER ARMOR. So she’s like Darkness but without the joke that she’s into this kind of treatment. A small army of skeletal archers pour on the arrows…When lightning comes down from the skies, brought by their other companions! Fight, war, and reach the giant leading this army! Strike him down, and they pass the exam! The woman races in, sprints up the giant’s arm, rams her fucking sword into his EYE…

-And Raul backs her up with his RAUL SLASH, carving deep through…

-Hard cut to the light of day. The hero school has been shut down. Demon Lord got defeated(probably by some fucker from another world), sooooo they don’t need to keep training brave heroes. They’re all fucked. They’re fuuuuuucked.

-Episode 01: I Couldn’t Be a Hero, so I’m Working the Register

-Hard cut to the Leon Magic Shop, where Raul has to sell suburban couples on enchanted washing machines. Magically guaranteed to remove even the most stubborn stains! But they’re not interested.

-TITTIES.

-Meet a perky bubbly young lady, Nova, who does not realize how sexualized she is. I’m sorry. Anyways, Raul is in a bit of a bind, too, since he hasn’t gotten a raise and his credit card bill is coming up this week…When a nerd comes in looking for some vintage cassette tapes. You’re in luck, they have some…! And suddenly the store is mobbed by vintage audio enthusiasts here to buy out the entire stock. Then they’re gone as fast as they came…

-And you know what, I don’t think those tapes are super vintage. I just spotted totally-not-Kodak film behind the counter. I think this is just set in the 80s-90s equivalent of this world. Plus, after a hoodie-clad blonde comes in, the CRT television in the corner plays Conveniently Timed News about how the cassette maker I-ONE has gone out of business! They just couldn’t hold their own against cheaper, ‘good enough’ cassettes and equipment from the competition while still making a profit. It’s a legitimate tragedy whenever that happens.

-And the blonde is getting mad and wants them to get the manager right now…Which is when Nova runs off to handle inventory. Escape, Nova, escape while you can! So Raul is forced to do it…Which is when the blonde slams a resume down. And is here for an interview. When the blonde forgets the resume…And so Raul’s able to read it, and holy shit.

-Raul bursts into the interview room with the resume, because you cannot seriously be thinking of hiring the demon lord’s child, right boss? HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?! You literally wrote it on your resume. W, Well, you’re supposed to tell the truth on those, aren’t you?! Anyways, busty lady boss has decided that Fino here will be joining the shop. It’ll be a good experience! Fino, Raul. Raul, Fino. Please get along.

-So soon Fino’s in the store, looking at all the stuff, and there’s some really cool things that humans have made. Like magicvision, and magic cassettes, and magic…You know what I’m just going to spoil it for you now. It’s 80s-90s level tech, made with magic. I’m not going to bother to specify anymore. It’s a fuckin’ TV, it’s cool that it works because of fairy dust or whatever but I’m calling it a TV. Anyways Fino never had a personal TV growing up in the Demon Castle, and is all oooooh and aaaah.

-Well, you know what else you didn’t have growing up in the Demon Castle? A broom. Get sweeping, rookie. …Yes sir! And then Convenient News comes back on to talk about the anniversary event for the demon lord’s defeat two years ago. Quick flashback, to how that day totally fucked Raul’s life. A young man, two steps away from a degree in a job that literally no longer existed overnight. His entire party was shattered. They’re stuck in dead-end jobs and with crushing college debt, and nothing to show for it except broken dreams and a bitter envy of those who actually benefitted from the changing order…

-…Damn. That’s…Damn.

-Eventually it’s later in the day, and Raul is continuing to struggle with getting Fino to, you know, work like a proper employee…Also shocking twist Fino has long lovely hair. And that’s when a rough, tough…Dirty old man comes in off his slick dragon-pulled hotrod. And he’s here to peek up Nova’s skirt and grope that ass. Fino immediately decides this shit has to be stopped…When the old man reveals he’s gonna be buying a lightbulb. One lightbulb. Every time. The perfect excuse. And now Fino is…Shall we say, confused. Are humans like dogs? Is butt stuff just part of the communication?

-Does Fino need to bend over? Fino stop bending over. FINO NO. FINO PUT YOUR BUTT AWAY. NOVA DON’T ENCOURAGE THIS.

-Lunch break, at last. Raul is able to sit down and have some food from the convenience store…A place with some old friends who worry about the dork, and look after each other.

-Back in the store, the boss is talking to her assistant manager, Viser, and trying to explain her disinterest in bringing in another company into the shop…When they spot Raul working with Fino at the register, over the security cameras. And cut down to the actual register, where Raul’s decided that the actual core of Fino’s problems is a lack of respect. Rethink everything. Back to zero. This job means they are lesser than the customer. Yeah it sucks. Deal with it.

-…Fino doesn’t know how to do that. Well try on Raul. Okay! …Fino you’re being demonic again. This isn’t a battle, you stupid dork. Are you a chuuni or just stupid?

-Fino is just trying to copy how Dad used to talk! Your dad was, literally, a demon king. THE demon king. There is, quite literally, no worse example you could mimic for this lesson! …You know what, start with the manual. But first, come on, to the repair room. They also do repair work.

-Oooh, what’s that? It’s a toaster oven. And that?! A humidifier. And…And Fino touches the humidifier, and causes a surge of water, electricity and magical energy that knocks the poor idiot into the far wall! Raul’s stuck carrying Fino into the break room to figure out a plan that doesn’t involve calling a doctor and getting into trouble, and oh, great, a note from literally everyone else who works today listing their reasons they’re not here right now. Awesome. Just awesome.

-Right, first step, get these ruined clothes off of Fino. …Fino was not wearing anything under that hoodie. And that’s how a pair of big, bountiful, ladylike breasts come wobbling out.

-And that’s when Fino wakes up.

-So.

-This isn’t great for either party. And both of them are having a freakout, until the actual events that happened get all laid out. …Please put some fresh clothes on, Fino.

-And eventually, it’s the tail end of Fino’s first day, and she gets to have a uniform! Now sweep the walkway. By hand. With this broom. Welcome to working life, kid. When a sweet old lady passes by praising her hard work, and Fino thanks her, and the kid might just do okay in this world. Maybe.

-Night comes, and Raul stops at the convenience store for dinner, having a brief chat…But as he walks by the shop on his way home, the lights are on?

-Because Fino is in the back, washing down by hand in the sink?! What are you DOING?! She’s got no house, so this is her house now. …That’s not…That isn’t…You can’t just…Do you have any idea how terrible dish soap is for hair and skin? I’d question focusing on that angle over all the other things Fino’s done wrong here, but at the same time, I mean, there comes a point where you just have to find the smallest bite of the elephant.

-And as Raul helps her dry and generally make herself presentable, they end up talking about their own pasts. Raul, who came from a tiny village only to see all the great marvels of modernity in the city, and Fino who lived an even less modern life in the castle…Despite everything, there is a connection of friendship there, and Fino’s starting to learn human society. She might just do okay here yet.

-Credits!

-Aftercredits! Fino touches the turbo button on the hair dryer and…Uh…It makes a biiiiig boom. She has a scary amount of magic in a world that runs on the stuff.

Hmmmm. Well, it’s not so bad that I’m gonna drop it, but man, the fan service in this one is dense…And a lot of it is pure camera-work, too, not actions actually willingly undertaken by characters. It’s honestly a shame. There’s a lot of interesting conceptual meat in this. It really didn’t need big bouncing tits and panty shots everywhere to be a good show.

Oh well. Sometimes I watch super amazing stuff and my job is just to show that amazingness to you. Sometimes, I watch not-so-great stuff and my job is to separate off the good stuff and bring it together into a better piece. If this one’s more the latter, that’s fine. We’ll just have to get a better vibe on it next time, in episode TWO of I Couldn’t … Job! Wait for it!

#where I watch #recap #anime #I Couldn’t Become a Hero So I Reluctantly Decided to Get a Job

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Deal with the Devil: The End of the Beginning (Part 6)

Written by @Lassiter_SASBDB.

https://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1srinhn

It was a normal, blue-collar suburban neighborhood, filled with 1950’s ranch homes and split-levels. Mature trees lined streets that were probably filled with kids on bikes and dog-walkers during warm weather months, although now they were barren except for a couple of people shoveling snow off the sidewalks and a few toddlers playing in the white stuff with a stay-at-home parent in their respective yards. Shortly the Catholic K-12 down the street would let out and younger kids would trudge their way home while teens tentatively navigated the slick streets in 200,000+ mile Subaru’s and Nissans that had been purchased not by their parents but by working summer and after-school jobs and saving their money to do it themselves. Yeah, this was that kind of human neighborhood. So why was Devina here?

Short answer is hiding out. After I’d rousted her from that obnoxious ode to regentrification in yuppieville she’d gone deep. So deep I’d thought for a while she’d left Caldwell. But I knew I couldn’t be that lucky, so I’d kept looking. The easiest way to find her was to focus on missing persons. Not the bodies, although there would be plenty of those, but she was smart and careful. She wasn’t going to leave any of those where I might put together a pattern. But I’d been looking for the wrong /kind/ of missing persons.

Devina’s preferred prey was male and not too sober. A horny, drunk man was a sitting duck. She’d take females, too. Had all too often, but her bait for them tended to be emotional support or some such shit. She “bonded” with them when they were at low points. So I’d been looking for singles. People who had gone missing from bars or been depressed and just ghosted. I’d been over hundreds of missing persons reports…yeah, computer hacking isn’t my bag, but when you can go invisible and look over a cop’s shoulder for an afternoon it’s a piece of cake to get the right passwords. Then it’s just a little late night B&E into the police station and an empty office. But I’d looked for months and hadn’t found anything I couldn’t track down. And yes, some of them had been dead, but a few inquiries “up top” had let me know the souls had made it where they were supposed to. Obviously not Devina’s victims, as taking the souls was the whole point for the bitch. So I’d finally backed off that angle, taking a wait-until it-smacks-me-in-the-face approach.

For a while I’d turned my attention to the problems of the Brotherhood and the race. That whole deity-in-training thing was turning out to be a full time job. I kind of liked it. Who knew I had it in me? But while “tending my flock” I’d stumbled across something that sent me in a new direction.

Now,I’m not big into the whole “organized religion” thing, even for the race, but I tried to keep tapped into this one particular Catholic church. Most of the brothers aren’t big on prayers to the Virgin Scribe unless shit is going down hard, but Butch was a regular, so long as he could do it in a Catholic church like his human mother had taught him and this was his one of choice. I wasn’t 100% sure prayers not directed to the VS would get to me through the whole ethereal call-forwarding system the Creator had put in effect, so sometimes I went to hear Butch’s in person. I know, I know, I could have just tapped into his head when he was in the manse or the pit, but it seemed like an invasion of privacy to do it in his personal space. A church was basically public, so it felt more acceptable to go invisible and sit in the pew behind him while I listened in. I didn’t wanna neglect him. And it was a beautiful place. The serenity there was on par with my place in the forest so sometimes during the day, after my morning deity duty, I’d go back to the church and hang around and kinda veg in it while the Brotherhood slept. Or whatever. With all the shellans these days you never knew. Or, given the volume level, sometimes you did, but you didn’t /wanna/ know, feel me? So some days I decided to be missing during the fireworks and this place was calming. Ellen and Maury only relieve the stress of being a deity so much, you know? And if I followed the priests back to the rectory, well, hey, the nun who cooked for them made killer snickerdoodles. I kept trying to snitch the recipe for #Fritz but she did it all from her head and man, I am SO not going to pick a nun’s brain.*shudders at the implications* It was while I was looking over her shoulder as she baked that I overheard the three priests that lived there talking.

They’d lost a family from their parish that week. I mean literally LOST them. Dad, mom, and four kids, ages 4 through 9. Just vanished. The kids all went to the parish school and when none of them showed up four days running and the voicemails to the parents weren’t being returned one of the priests had gone to check on them. All he had found was an empty house. He’d called the police and filed a missing persons report to start a preliminary investigation but essentially both mom and dad had called into work one morning and said they were taking a week off, and since it’s not illegal to take vacation time, the cops had done nothing. But it was odd that the school hadn’t been contacted at all. So I did a little digging of my own and what do you know...a pattern.

Six families from different parishes in Caldwell had disappeared in the last four months. Thirty-seven souls in all. All the families had been Catholic. All the families had young children, one just a few months old. And the mother in all the families had attended a stay-at-home mom support group that met every Thursday night in the gymnasium of St. Phillip Neri’s Church and Catholic School. The same one that was just down the street. And the group was open to people from all parishes in the archdiocese, which explained why the missing families were from all over the city.

It hadn’t been hard from there. I’d stationed myself outside the gym two Thursday nights ago and waited and lo and behold, who should walk out, but Devina, bundled up in a puffy white coat that made her look like the Pillsbury Doughboy and fake giggling with a human female. It was “soooo tough to relax when the kids couldn’t get out much because of the cold” she said and then she said her condo on the beach in Florida was “sooooo relaxing” and such a help. And then she offered her nonexistent condo to the frustrated mom and her family for a stress-free vacay. And bingo, bango, done, I knew how she was luring the families in.

She’d left the woman in the parking lot as others came out, getting into a predictably boring, yet originally expensive, used Volvo, thereby confirming her image as a middle-class mom who could afford a few luxuries and putt-putted to the last house on a street that dead-ended at a dense woods with a “no trespassing” sign on the the fence that separated it from neighborhood. That gave me a good idea what she was doing with the bodies.

I’d done my recon in the past two weeks. While she hadn’t brought any new victims home, she did have a routine she invariably followed. In the mornings she made a public appearance with a pair of toddler-sized gollums she glamoured into looking like rosy-faced children. Playing in the front yard, a walk with a stroller in the park, going to the grocery store… it was always carefully planned to give her maximum exposure to her victim group without allowing them to get too involved in interacting with the “kids”. Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon she put the golems in carseats and left the house at 1:58 PM. I’d followed her those days and found Devina had a standing 2:30 appointment with a therapist. Good to know somebody else knew what a neurotic bitch she was. She’d deactivated the gollums and left them in the car in a parking garage while she had her appointment, magicking the rear window tint to opacity so no one noticed them there. Afterwards she indulged her inner compulsive shopper for an hour or two and then headed back home.

And now, on /this/ Thursday I was standing across the street from her modest hideout waiting for her to leave. Like clockwork, at 1:58 the garage door rose and the Volvo backed out of the driveway. I had stayed invisible while I waited for her to leave -- even though I’d taken the precaution of tucking my long black and blonde streaked hair down inside my coat with a black watch cap shoved over my head and added shades and a black scarf to obstruct most of my face, I’d decided discretion was the better part of valor here. While it was obviously a friendly neighborhood, 6’7” of unknown muscle encased in black leather standing on a dead end street would make anyone take notice and I did/not/want to be noticed. And I was glad I had. Devina must have sensed something off. She stopped the car after she’d backed onto the street and looked up and down it. She’d paused as her gaze fell on where I was standing and squinted. I simply stood there watching. If she saw me and we did this the hard way, it was no skin off my nose. I’d just thought it would be simpler if I searched for the souls and released them myself before deciding what to do about her this time. Finally, she’d given up and driven down the street to turn onto the main drag. As the last wisp of frozen exhaust from her car disappeared, I turned my attention to her house.

It was a tidy little brick ranch. No gargoyles or garishly macabre door knockers this time. The front lawn was fenced but otherwise unadorned. The curtains were drawn on the large picture window as well as the jalousies that were probably the bedrooms’ windows to the world. Down lower, hopper windows told me there was a basement. All in all, even if the basement is finished, there’s probably only 1400 square feet absolute max. A huge comedown for her. Devina liked luxury and lots of it. This probably was very nearly Hell for her. *smirking as I fold my arms across my chest.*

Getting inside wasn’t a problem. Although Devina knew how to keep me out she was just arrogant enough to assume this was enough of a change to keep me from finding her and maintaining warding requires power that she doesn’t have an abundance of right now. Thirty-seven souls weren’t going to be enough to keep it powered up and maintain the glamour that kept people from seeing the evil hellbitch she really was. But she could have put in ADT and that was going to take some finesse. I didn’t want her coming back before I was ready for her. As I dematerialized just inside the front door I took a moment and looked around. To the left, just behind where the door would hide it if I’d opened it was a control box with a steady green light. It was either set to trigger when the door opened or had motion sensors connected to it. Either way was no big deal. While it might have caught an unwary human, all I had to do was demat from room to room and stand still while I scoped them out.

As I stood in the doorway looked through the small living room it was apparent that Devina was maintaining her cover well. There was nothing here to indicate she wasn’t what she seemed. A photo of her in a wedding dress with a man in a tux graced the foyer wall surrounded by pictures of the “kids”. On the table beneath it lay a scrapbook, conveniently open to an obituary for National Guard Captain Alan Veckman, KIA in Afghanistan. A wife and two kids were listed as the only survivors. That explained why she hadn’t gollumed up a spouse for her image. She’d just tracked this guy down, photoshopped herself into their wedding picture, and probably taken the wife and kids as her first victims this time around. Instant sympathetic widow.

The house had had some modernization done on the inside. Instead of closed off main rooms the dining room walls had been knocked down to open it up to both living room and kitchen, forming the more-currently-popular “great room''. From here I could see all the public spaces were clean. No macabre art work on the walls, no horrific but trendy sculpture. Just a few framed prints on the walls and the typical kid’s finger paintings on the fridge. I popped into the kids bedroom and the hall bath, doing a quick check, but finding nothing then moved on to the master. It had been remodeled too, probably taking out the third bedroom to enlarge it and add the spa-like ensuite. This space, small by Devina’s norms, still felt more like her. Where the great room had been “Leave It To Beaver” tidy, this place was an overpacked disaster. Her shopping addiction was apparent in the overstuffed closet and bags of clothing laying on the floor. Jewelry strung haphazardly across the dresser and the unmade bed completed the total mess. The bathroom had every known brand of cosmetic, perfume and skin treatment known to man represented, and that was just a waste of money, given she relied on magick to maintain her outwardly pretty face and body. Lots of scented bath crap around the tub, too. Keeping the stench of evil down must require some heavy maintenance. But still nothing that hinted at her new well of souls.

Only one place left to check. The basement. I’d spied the door to it in the kitchen. If any door was going to be wired to alert her, it would be that one, but if it was her gateway to hell, ADT wasn’t going to be her alert system. Dematting to the kitchen, I look at the door and open my senses. There was nothing alive in that basement but there sure was a lot of pain coming from it. I dematerialize to the otherside of the door and flick on the stairwell light. The smell hits me immediately. The odor of death is distinctive. The odor of death by torture even more so. Blood, feces, spilled intestines, vomit….and the residual agony...I had to stop on the steps and take a deep breath to steel myself. I’ve seen a lot, done a lot, been on battlefields. But I never get used to this.

Jaw set grimly, I focus on the details of my surroundings to get me down the stairs. The walls are painted yellow concrete blocks, the ceiling exposed floor joists. The floor at the bottom of the stairs is smooth concrete. My eyes follow the slope of the concrete to the center drain, beginning to take in the blood and viscera still laying on the floor. She must have magicked the whole damned place to keep the smell down here. Nausea rises in my throat, but I force it down as my gaze rises to the table over the center drain. It’s a steel autopsy table, the kind sits on a pedestal and raises and lowers for the user's convenience. It has a sink attached to it and channels that run down the sides to let blood and body fluids drain away . But unlike standard autopsy tables this one also has straps attached. Ones for wrists, ankles and forehead as well as thicker ones that run over the chest and thighs. I guess Devina wanted options. Staked to the wall behind it is the mutilated body of a female. Early 30’s, blonde, fair skinned where the corpse wasn’t ripped open or stained with red. Before moving towards it, I flip another switch that lights the corners of the basement. I take in the empty cell in the corner. Makes sense. If she’s taking families she can’t work on them all at once and holding them immobile takes power she doesn’t have. And on the concrete wall that runs behind the staircase I see it. Instead of a well she’s created a wall this time. Faces frozen in agony are embedded along it. Male, female...children…

”Creator,” it’s a scream in my head “she did this to CHILDREN!” I can feel His pain, but the whisper enters my head “She has a part to play. She must live.”

I choke back an agonized cry and move towards the woman staked to the wall. Gently I close her already clouded eyes, murmuring “I’m sorry. I was too late for you and your family. But I’ll set you free.” I know she’s not in there anymore. She’s on that god damned wall. The body is just the alarm system. Devina will know if it’s moved. Well, I’ll get to that.

Moving to the wall, I let my wings become visible. The basement ceiling is too low for me to spread them fully, but I can feel the souls’ pain and terror. Going full angel will help calm them, I hope. The white light I normally suppress to a dim glow that can be at least partially explained by the light catching all my piercings is fully released to become a white light so brilliant it would burn the retina’s of a mortal.

“𒂼𒅈𒄄.” Release, in ancient Summarian, the language taught to humans by the angels. “Ama-ar-gi. Release,” I repeat it again and again as the souls gradually disengage from the wall and come to stand before me. Fathers, mothers...little ones, all confused and fearful. But even as they shimmer into existence, the rheapers come. I knew they would. As I serve the Creator, they serve Death. I help mortal souls find their way in life. They help souls move on and find their way once their mortal bodies can no longer serve them. And, like me, they’ve seen it all, but also like me, this sickens them. After the initial shock of pity passes, compassion settles on their faces as they begin to take the souls. Somehow they know which souls belong together and they take them as families.

After the last has gone, one rheaper remains. She’s small and dark-haired, her 5’3” frame barely reaching chest high on me, but she comes towards me, pounding her finger into my chest and hissing,

“They weren’t supposed to die yet! Take. Care. Of. This. Or we will.”

“I can’t. The Creator says she has to live. For at least a little longer.”

“Good thing we don’t answer to Him, then isn’t it? My boss doesn’t like waste of the life spark and this is incredible waste,” she shoots back at me. As I look at her, not a little shocked, she shrugs “What, you didn’t know? Everything dies. Even at the Creator’s level, there’s balance. Balance for Life is Death. Two sides of the same coin. So,” putting her hands on her hips and squaring off with me,” handle this before we do.”

“The demon has a part to play. I don’t like it, but I’m forbidden to kill her.” My frustration must be showing in my face, because she softens a little bit.

“Then get creative with it. Because the rheaper way won’t be creative. Just final.”

She disappears in front of me, a fine black mist swirling into nothing. ‘Get creative,’ she’d said. Biting my lip, an idea I really don’t like hits me, but one of the Creator’s early lessons pushes back on my initial rejection. ‘Being a deity often consists of doing things you don’t like.’ Yeah, this qualifies. With a sigh, I go to the body staked on the other wall and gently remove it, laying it on the autopsy table. The sudden drop in power when the souls were freed would have been enough to alert Davina there was trouble. At this point moving the female’s body was just respect for the dead. But I wouldn’t face the bitch over it.

As I go back up the stairs, I open the door to the kitchen and cross to take a seat at the table just as I hear the garage door go up. As she bursts through the door from the garage, she shrieks,

“YOU! What have you DONE?!!!!”

“Hello to you, too. Long time no see.” Everything in me wants to slam a lightning bolt through that glamored body just to see it twitch, but that’s not the plan. “You knew I’d still be looking for you. Did you really think hiding out in this hovel would be enough camouflage? You have a very distinct signature.”

“Those souls were MINE! They came to me freely. You had no RIGHT!” The last comes out as an angry wail and ok, I’m done with diplomacy. Rising from my chair I slam my hand thunderously on the table.

“I have EVERY right. You broke the rules. You took innocents…children. Babes in arms. You’re only allowed ones that have the ability to make their own choices.”

She glares at me, then crosses her arms and simpers, “The parents made their choices for them. Children have such power, You know, the more innocent the soul, the greater the energy. I’m short on that, thanks to you, so kids were a quick way to restore it. And the pain of the parents as they watched their brats die...it was sooo delicious. That kind of pain is almost as powerful as the kids' souls. So I’m stronger now than I was the last time we faced off. Whatcha’ going to do about it?”

Motherfucking bitch….Oh, so not getting away with that. Holding a hand out, I release a bolt of electricity that knocks her back against the refrigerator and spears through her body to pin her to it.

“What am I going to do about it?” I repeat. “I can do a lot of /very/ painful things to you Devina that won’t result in your --immediate-- death. You’ll just wish it did. I’m not that naive angel boy you once knew and betrayed. Deity-level upgrades come with deity-level thinking. And you aren’t strong enough to break free even from that,” nodding at the electric bindings holding her to the fridge, “Now are you? So I have a lot of pain in store for you. Maybe I”ll use your own autopsy table. But,” materializing a silver handled angel’s dagger, the blade flashing blue fire, “I think I’ll bring my own tools.”

The thing is, while I really would like to end Devina, torture isn’t my thing. It makes me wanna throw up. But ‘get creative’ the rheaper had said, so creative I was being. Devina doesn’t know what the kind of changes the Creator made with me when he agreed to bring me up to a deity, might have done to my psyche. In her fallen, psychotic brain the Creator is a cold, distant daddy figure capable of enjoying causing His children pain and she’s getting back at Him by embracing the dark side. So I can see the doubt growing in those dark eyes. She’s asking herself if I’m still the same egocentric, soft, gullible angel-boy toy she used and killed centuries ago or am I growing up in Daddy’s image? Have I turned into a being that is detached enough to use pain for my own ends? Thing is, I hope I am becoming more like the Creator. Because He’s nothing like what she thinks He is and nothing like who I used to be either. He’s just….more. But the doubt is good for my plan.

The energy trapping her against the refrigerator is doing its job. Not only is it keeping her immobilized, it’s sapping her strength enough that her true appearance is flickering through. Time to move to the next step. Calmly, I take the tip of my dagger and clean a nail with it before pointing it at her.

“You’re losing your mojo babe. Your face is showing. I don’t think all those creams and cosmetics are helpful for decayed, oozing skin.”

“OH!....Lassiter, please, don’t do this to me. To us. Remember what we were…”

Oh, I remember all right. In my nightmares. But this tact plays. I heave a sigh and look at her sadly, as though remembering something bittersweet.

“We did have some good times didn’t we. You were something special back then. We had something special.” Oh gag me, this is more likely to make me puke than torturing her. But she seizes on it.

“We did, yes, we did. Let me go, Lassiter and we can again. I never stopped loving you, I just got caught up in it all. It’s so dog-eat-dog on the dark side!”

Christ, how do I not kill her when she spews shit like this? But be creative. Creative. Think of it as an acting job. Ok… Sadly, I shake my head.

“Too much water has passed under that bridge for me to cross it again Devina. But…” pausing for effect, “for old times sake, maybe we could come to an agreement. Something that lets me not have to kill you.” Right now. Not have to kill you right now…. She makes a major effort to hold the glamour and pours a combination of pleading sensuality into her eyes that should have won her an Oscar.

“Oh, baby,” I cringe inwardly as she calls me ‘baby’, “I’m so sorry. But,” And there it is, the self-interest speaking…. “What kind of agreement did you have in mind?”

Bingo. Gotcha hooked. “If I let you go, you have to promise not to go after innocents. You have to leave them alone. And that includes their parents. And,people who are kind of lost, too. You can’t use that emo bonding thing with them to lure them in anymore.”

“But, but…,” she makes a pout, “what does that leave me with? I have to have /some/ leeway or I’ll die.”

And this is the part that irks me most. It goes against everything in me. But she’ll fuck it up, probably sooner that later and I won’t have to keep my end.

“Go back to trolling for your prey in bars. If they choose you, really choose you, you can keep them. You’ll have to work harder for it. A quick fuck in the backseat of the car isn’t going to be enough to get their souls. But if you can get them obsessed with you? You can keep them.”

“It will take me forever to restore myself that way!” It comes out as a wail but she’s almost there.

“It will take time,” I agree. “But meanwhile you won’t be stuck in suburbia living in a 1400 sq ft. dump. You can indulge yourself in the highlife again and I won’t hunt you. Think of it. A luxury loft, being able to wear Prada and Coach without blowing your image…think of the time it takes you to build back up as doing penance in the demonic equivalent of Club Fed. Payment for the innocents you took. All the perks, just a few restrictions. It’s the best I can offer you.”

“Fine,” she spits out, and I have to struggle to keep the uniquely male satisfaction of knowing that whenever a female says ‘fine’ it’s absolutely not fine but that she has no other options, off my face. “But you’re going to have to let me out of this restraint.” And then she coos “We’ll seal it with a kiss.”

Oh, hells no to that. “I’d rather we seal it with this.” Holding up my hand I materialize a contract containing everything we’ve talked about. And some very special wording. “You’ll sign it in your blood.” Laying the document on the counter, I release the energy restraints and grab her arm. Using the dagger I slice her arm as she howls in both pain and outrage, but not fast enough to do anything about it.

“Here. Use this. It’s appropriate.” My wings materialize and I bend one forward towards my hand. Managing to pluck a silvery secondary feather, I dip the tip in the blood running down her arm and hand it to her. “The magick in my feathers will make it doubly binding. Break the agreement and I’ll know. Immediately.”

If looks could kill, she’d be frying an angel right now. And with her, at full power, looks could. But she doesn’t have the juice right now and we both know it. She scrawls her name on the document and thrusts it at me, but drops the hand holding my feather. “Here. Take it.”

“Uh,uh uh...not so fast. I’ll take that feather back too.” Can’t let her keep it. No telling what kind of evil she’d use it to conjure up on me. Taking both feather and contract back, I step back from her and add, “You should have read the contract. In addition to specifying how you can attract souls it also specifies only /human/ souls.”

Dropping all pretense of cordiality now, I narrow my eyes at her. “I know you were imprisoned and I know how you were freed and by whom. Stick with taking the human souls agreed upon in the way we agreed upon and we don’t have a problem.” Until she breaks the contract. Then all bets are off. But one thing at a time.

“I’m going to make you pay for this Lassiter!” She yells as she grabs for the contract.

“Oh, please, bitch,” dematerializing contract and feather back to my room at the manse, “stop with the evil super-villain talk. It’s really cliche and Darkseid did it better.”

Walking to the door, I jerk it open, setting off the alarm system she’d neglected to turn off when she came in. As the earsplitting siren split the neighborhood quiet, I added...

“Oh, and if you want to avoid the police, I’d be vacating this place PDQ. I’ll be phoning in a dead body in the basement as soon as I’m out the door. Laters, babe.”

The resounding crash of what had to be the blender off the countertop hitting the door makes me chuckle as I dial 911.

“911? Yeah, I want to report a dead body….”

#DealWithTheDevil #TheEndOfTheBeginning #PartSix #TBC #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SASBDB

[blondiesundae]

Meihem Week 2 “Switch”

Here is my drabble for day two of Meihem Week with the prompt switch. I decided to do a personality switch!

Scientist Jamison Fawkes was hovering over a microscope, carefully studying a sample of soil from Australia and trying to understand the radiation and how he could remove it. In studying this he could help the people of his home rebuild after the devastation of the Omnium Core explosion. It was late, and he knew he should be getting to sleep, but he felt so close to a breakthrough he could almost feel it. Sighing, he lifted the specimen carefully and stood to return it to it's safely sealed home. He briskly walked down the hall to the containment lab and found himself slipping on something slick. Jamison was tired, but the sudden disorientation of his body falling out from under him made him alert enough to balance the sample in one hand as the other cushioned his fall a bit. His flesh hand felt the sting of the frozen floor and Jamison immediately knew who's doing this was. A psychotic giggle fit burst forth from behind a closet door and it only confirmed his suspicion. “Miss Zhou, I absolutely do not find this funny.” A curvy, dark haired woman with fair skin and chocolate brown hues stepped out of the darkness and a grin that only could be described as manic was plastered on her face. A small robot flew beside her and gave a beep that Jamison swore sounded like laughter. He huffed, carefully rising to his feet, sample safely balanced in one hand. With the other hand he smoothed back his blonde locks. “You know, a person could get hurt with ice just lying around.” “Awww firefly, why you gotta be so serious? I wonder if you got a sense of humor locked up in that big brain of yours. You should lighten up! Get it?” Mei burst in to a fit laughter at her own joke.

Jamison rolled his eyes and stepped around her, continuing to cradle his sample. “It wouldn't have been very humorous if I dropped this very important sample, a sample that is full of radiation might I remind you, and had I dropped it we would have been forced to do a scrub down in my emergency showers.”

Her smile turned predatory and her eyes leered as she advanced on him a bit, “A shower? Not sure if I know how to scrub down after getting radiation all over me. You might have to show me...”

A hand shot up to cover Jamison's freckled face, trying to hide the blush that had just bloomed across his face. He coughed a bit and continued to walk past, “That is highly inappropriate Miss Zhou, and I would rather not waste valuable time trying to avoid radiation poisoning and further more-”

Before he could finish his sentence Jamison found himself cut off by a very loud raspberry noise. “Pfffphphphph,” Mei's tongue vibrated as saliva flew from her mouth, fingers plugging her ears. Jamie's face fell, realizing she had no intention of listening to him.

“Very mature Miss Zhou...” He said flatly, “Now if you don't mind I have work to do.” He strode off down the hall hoping Mei wouldn't follow him. “Hey firefly, wait up!” Her boots tromped down the hallway after him. Apparently he would have no such luck, he just sighed and continued to walk to the containment lab as Mei caught up and her booted footsteps fell in to stride beside him. Jamison glanced at her, brown hair a mess and glasses taped together in the middle from being broken multiple times. Her eyes had an odd unfocused quality about them, as if the former climatologist was in her own world. He said “former” because after the injury she experienced in cryostasis it was safe to say she would no longer be able to do her research.

Once a brilliant scientist, Mei-Ling Zhou had gone on a risky mission in the Antarctic and apparently her team ran out of supplies. In order to hold out until they could call for more, they went in to a hibernation in untested cryopods and the results were disastrous. Mei was the only one to make it out alive, but the pod still caused some severe damage to her right brain, this led to her personality being irreparably changed.

When they found her, she seemed to have been drawing nonsense on the walls and talking to the corpses of her colleagues. It was all entirely sad, Jamison remembered reading one of her thesis' on changing ecosystems and how this effected the world and how it inspired him to fix Australia. A brilliant mind that had been damaged by their only chance at survival. He wasn't entirely sure why Winston decided to keep her in Overwatch, admittedly the endothermic blaster she built definitely showed her genius was still there, but Jamison personally thought it was their leaders gentle heart and inability to give up on the broken mind of Mei Ling Zhou.

Mei bounced down the hallway beside him, humming a tune as her eyes darted around. The containment lab door was right before them, a scanner expecting someone to pass a card over to gain entry. Jamison pulled out his card and waved it in front of the pad, Athena's voice spoke above them, “Access granted, Welcome Mr. Fawkes.”

“Sooooo, what is that thing in your hand anyways?” Mei asked hovering over his shoulder as best she could. “A sample of soil from my home. It's drenched in radiation and I'm trying to figure out how to remove it. If I can do that, perhaps I can help the people who live there.” Jamison said, staring intently at the sample as he placed it back in it's containment locker. She cocked her head to one side, squinting at him. “Is work all you do?” Her question was innocent enough, but Jamison was always suspicious of her motives.

“My work is extremely important Miss Zhou,” He murmured, closing the sample away and turning to face her, “Many people's lives depend on it.” Her brown orbs continued to bore in to him, moving up his body to his amber eyes. They seemed to be searching his face, looking for something as she moved a bit closer. Jamison stepped back, finding his back hitting the metal wall of lock boxes. One of her pale arms shot out, grabbing the front of his lab coat and pulling him closer, the other arm looping around his neck to hold him in place. Before Jamison could protest, Mei pressed her lips against his. His hands hovered in the air near her waist, fingers clenching and unclenching in confusion. The first thing he noticed was how soft her lips were with a sweet flavor to them, perhaps her lip gloss?  The heat of her flesh pressed into him, contrasted with the cool metal on his back. A hand started to sneak up his shirt causing him to elicit a surprised noise. This seemed to only encourage Mei as her hand continued to explore his muscles, the other hand grasping at his hair. His hands finally decided to rest on her hips, fingertips sinking in to the soft flesh as her teeth nibbled on his lower lip. Jamison opened his mouth a bit and Mei immediately brushed her tongue against his in response. As the kiss deepened Jamison felt himself growing heated, this small woman melting him in the palm of her hand. Almost as soon as the kiss started, Mei pulled away and licked her lips, her face tinged pink from the exertion. “I guess you can have some fun once in awhile firefly. See you around!” As Mei skipped away Jamie found himself leaning against the wall, arms still out as if trying to will her to come back. Absolutely breathless, he took a moment to regain his composure, realizing what exactly happened. A hand reached up to touch his lips, the taste of her still lingering. Jamie's mind wasn't sure what to make of it, but his body sure knew exactly what it wanted. He blushed and grabbed one of his books, holding it in front of his groin. “How embarrassing....”

#meihem #meihemweek #drabble #junkrat #jamison fawkes #mei ling zhou #junkrat x mei #junkmei #meirat #fanfic

[cuban-feminist-that-gives-a-hoot]

Okay! (MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR PERSONA 5)

So, I beat Persona 5 a few days ago and I have thoughts. Lots of them. They’re going under the cut because spoilers! Seriously, there are spoilers in here. Do not read until you’ve beaten the game. Short answer for what I’m about to say is this: I love Persona 5. It is the best Persona game ever and makes Final Fantasy XV look like a goddamn weak shit of a game (well, more than it already does)

On to the spoilers!

Now that we’re under the spoiler category, let’s talk about the twists and everything else in it.

1. Akechi’s plan to get back at Shido is probably the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard of a supposedly smart person come up with. So he hires himself out as an assassin for him in order to get close and gain his trust, and decide that, once he becomes Prime Minister, he’s going to shame him with the knowledge that he’s your dad?

*takes a deep breath* Why in all hells on this earth did he think Shido would feel shame for abandoning him and his mom? Hell, Shido’s shadow flat out admitted that he was going to kill him after becoming Prime Minister. What the fuck was he going to do about that? This plan of his is convoluted and dumb and he is dumb for coming up with it in the first place. The only reason why the plan isn’t any dumber is simply because Akechi’s a teenager and even the smartest of teenagers do not always come up with great plans.

2. The twist about Akechi being the one selling you out and the killer is, well, one that is obvious if you’re paying attention. Yes, it’s mainly the Pancakes bit in June and it’s the biggest clue the game throws at you. Remember this about Persona 5: If something in the game seems off, there’s a reason for it and it will be explained.

3. Getting on the path to the true, good ending is far easier than in vanilla Persona 4 and Persona 4 Golden. In Persona 4, you had to stop them from throwing Namatame in the T.V, name Adachi as the culprit, and don’t go home when you’re prompted to on the last day that you’re in Inaba. However, the answer choices are not so simple and clear-cut in that game compared to Persona 5. In Persona 5, it’s easily just this: Don’t cut a deal with anybody and don’t sell anyone out. You do those two things and you’ll get the good ending with no trouble at all.

4. Goddamn, Shido’s a fucking prick. This asshole wants to do all this shit simply because he wants to be Prime Minister? Seriously?! When the most minor of shit that he’s done was frame you for something you didn’t do, it makes all of Shido’s other shitty actions all the worse for it. I will say, however, that it was sweet, sweet retribution when I kicked his ass for all the shit he put our beloved Trickster through. Also, I can’t be the only one that felt massive shades of Donald Trump in this entire thing with Shido, right?

5. The playable characters: Holy fucking shit, I love them. There is not one character in the Phantom Thieves group that is boring or bad. Everything about these characters are lovable and I want to protect them. There was some neat stuff too, like Ryuji having his moment in Shido’s palace by getting the lifeboat for the team or Makoto coming up with the plan to trick Akechi at the police station to Futaba using a character quirk to bug Akechi’s phone. Like, I am so happy that this team is not a bunch of idiots. Akechi’s smart, but the Phantom Thieves are way smarter than they appear to be. They almost figured out that Akechi was sketchy since the Pancakes incident and they planned for the Trickster to get caught and be interrogated by Sae. This is some meticulous planning done by the team and I love it. <3

Now, onto the characters themselves:

 - Ryuji’s a sweetheart. He’s a lovely mix of Yosuke and Kanji. Not exactly an idiot, but someone loyal and determined to stop Kamoshida. He is someone that would’ve sacrificed his life if it meant saving someone. He’s a hero and someone that didn’t deserve the bullshit he went through. I didn’t realize it at first, but after @ominous-musings mentioned it, he also reminds me of another blond, secretly smart hero: Zell Dincht from Final Fantasy VIII. And no, I am not kidding about Zell being smart. Because he is. He’s very smart.

 - Ann’s a sweetheart and watching her tear her mask off and getting her Persona was so, sooooo satisfying (hell, just about all of them were). I like her. She’s amazing and the only reason I didn’t date her was because Morgana was so in love with her and I honor the bro code immensely.

 - Speaking of Morgana... OMG, I am so, so glad that Morgana’s origins were explained. He is such a darling and, despite the name and the voice, is male. He clearly identifies as such, so no need to assume that Morgana’s anything but male. Cutest Persona mascot ever. Teddie has lost his throne as the cutest and, so has Koromaru (and don’t get me wrong, I love them both. Who doesn’t love Combat Dog and Pun-making Shadow Bear?). I am so happy that he didn’t die in the end. Also, he gets the best moment in the true ending. Clearly, he could work as a mechanic in the future. XD

 - Makoto, holy shit. She is awesome. Her codename is Queen and she exemplifies it. She is the goddamn queen and brains of the operation. She is amazing. Were it not for the next character, I would’ve made her my girlfriend. Everything about her is amazing. <3

 - Holy fucking shit, Futaba is a darling, protect her from all the evils in the world! She is such a sweetheart and I love her. I made her my girlfriend in my first playthrough and I do not regret it. She is amazing and darling. I love her persona, both initial and ultimate. I just love her. *_*

 - Yusuke is a goddamn weirdo. He is also a bit judgy as hell, but you know what? I like his weird, judgy ass. He’s got some of the best lines and his weirdness just fits in so well. Also, his mask is really nice, merely because I am a sucker of the fox motif he has going on with his costume.

 - Then, there’s Haru. Now, Haru unfortunately got the short stick in characterization, but the little bit we do get is that she’s sweet and kind. She probably has one of the best Thief costumes out there, but her civilian outfits are... well, even with money, you can’t buy good style and fashion sense. Also, her hair is nice. I like her hair. <3

 - Goro Akechi. *takes a deep breath* How dare he presumes to be the second coming of the Ace Detective?! There is only ONE Ace Detective out there and that is Naoto Shirogane! If anyone should be the second coming of the Ace Detective, it’s Makoto Niijima. *clears throat* Beyond that, Akechi can be an irritating tit even before his betrayal comes out. Too bad the twist of him being a villain doesn’t surprise the more observant. I mean, for hell’s sake, his codename is Crow. I have learned to never trust anyone named Crow in any context. Also, apparently Akechi/MC is the most popular ship on Ao3. I get why, I really do, but I don’t like it. :P

 - And finally, we have the Trickster himself. And wow, he is pretty. He’s prettier than both the P3 and P4 protagonists and has a bit more of a personality to him. I’m glad he does say a bit more too. He’s cocky, a show-off, and has one of the best smirks around. Also, he has an amazing sense of justice (Hell, all of the playable characters, save Akechi, do). The reason why he got probation was just to save someone else that was being attacked and yet, because of Shido’s dickishness, he got arrested and charged for something he was innocent of. His thief outfit is so damn slick and very well-designed. Also, Arsene is one of the most slickly-designed starter personas ever. And I can’t wait for a 2nd playthrough, just so that I can have Satanael in my party. *_*

6. The Confidant links are also amazing. Just about all of them are good people. My favorites was the Sun, Hierophant, Moon, and Star arcanas. Mainly because all the people with them are just amazing, especially Yoshida and Sojiro.

Holy shit, Yoshida’s entire link is amazing. He’s a politician that has fucked up in the past, but is determined to become an honest, truthful politician that wants to do the right thing. Given the political climate, we need more politicians like Yoshida.

The other one, Sojiro, is the dude that took you in and stuffed you in the attic above his coffee shop. He, like all the other adults, does not have a good first impression, but holy shit, by the end of this game, you want him to adopt you. This is the kind of dude that would’ve adopted the entire group and have them as his own misfit family if he could. He’s such a sweetheart with a gruff exterior. He adopted Futaba after the last relative, a shitty uncle, treated her so horribly that he paid a lot of money to get her out of there and give her a loving home. And then when he finds out that they’re the Phantom Thieves, he’s worried for them, of course, but he’s also accepting of them. Sojiro Sakura is, without a doubt, the best parental figure in a Persona game. Move over, Dojima, we have a new parental figure. <3

All in all, if you haven’t played this game, then what the fuck are you doing reading this? Go get this game and play it! If you only have a PS3, I promise you that it doesn’t look bad on the PS3 at all. It looks excellent on both systems and is worth your time in playing and beating it. If you want to see what a good story and good character development looks like, play this game. Unlike FFXV, where I kept asking myself, “WTF did Squix spend their time on with this game?!”, I don’t have to ask where Atlus spent their time on this game. How they spent their time was making a masterpiece. *_____*

#persona 5 #persona 5 spoilers #seriously I am warning about the spoilers #I'm not spoiling the other big twist #but the twist I am spoiling about is still pretty big #seriously do not read this if you have not even beaten this game