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Weather the Storm
When Satan gets angry, you have your own way of helping him blow off steam.
SATAN x afab!Reader
3.1k words | NSFW | Smut | Hurt/Comfort
Content warnings: Dom/sub undertones, rough sex including marking/biting, jealousy and possessiveness, brief discussions of safeword usage and boundary limits.
Loving Satan is like being wrapped in the softest blanket on a cold winter’s day. His sweet words and gestures are like a soothing balm for your soul, and his whispers and promises against your skin warm you from the inside-out.
The inevitable part of being with Satan is coping with his sin. His anger is a monstrous thing. He becomes a single-minded entity that delights in causing havoc and pain for others. It scared you when you first knew him. Sometimes it still does.
There are times when he desperately wants to hurt someone, to feel their bones crunch in his fist and to taste their blood on his tongue when he rips out their throat with his teeth. Satan doesn’t want to be that way all the time anymore. Not when he has family and friends to help keep him grounded. Not when he has you.
Those that don’t know Satan very well might think you’ve tempered him a bit. He seems more relaxed, he’s happier, he’s less dangerous. What they don’t realize is that his anger is never gone, not completely. He tries so hard to keep it buried, but it’s an inevitability.
When, not if, the rage inside him bursts open like a dam, he tries to warn you before it’s too late.
School ended nearly four hours ago, and you’ve been stuck at RAD helping Lucifer and Barbatos in the student council chambers. Lucifer insisted the task was too important and it just couldn’t wait.
You had to excuse yourself so you could call Satan and let him know you weren’t going to make it for the date he had planned for you. He acknowledged your message with a single monotonous word and hung up.
You haven’t heard from him since. His silence is your warning to stay away.
By the time you get home, you’re irritable from everything going so wrong.
Maybe if you weren’t struggling with your own conflicting emotions that make your heart ache, you’d stop yourself from walking towards his room.
If you weren’t as frustrated and disappointed as he is, you’d stop yourself from knocking on Satan’s door when you know what to expect.
At least, you think you know what to expect.
He doesn’t answer, and it’s your final warning.
You let yourself inside and close the door behind you.
His room is dark, lacking the light and warmth of the lanterns and candles he likes to use when he reads. Without them, his room feels like a dungeon, cold and empty and hopeless.
You can navigate the stacks of books easily and you slowly walk towards the middle of his room. You haven’t seen a trace of Satan yet. You haven’t heard him yet either, but you know he’s here. He’s luring you into his trap, a tantalizing torture to show you that you shouldn’t have come, that it’s too late now.
Behind you, there’s a faint metallic click of the lock on his door sliding into place.
He doesn’t use the lock to keep out would-be interrupters. The lock is meant to keep you in, to delay your escape should you try to run. It’s another reminder of your foolish choice to come here tonight.
His bed should be in front of you, just a few more steps and—
You freeze when you feel a hot breath on the back of your neck.
You didn’t sense him approaching you, but now you feel him all around. You’re suffocated by his presence, like he’s a black hole determined to pull you down into the abyss with him.
His aura thrums with power the same way that air crackles with heat before a storm. The storm that rages inside him threatens to destroy you both.
“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice is low and rough, gritty. The words are coarse with bitterness and disappointment. It’s not a warning, it’s a mockery. He’s a monster gloating to his prey, warning you that your foolish human emotions led you down this dark path.
Maybe it’s not too late?
“Satan—“ you plead quietly, your voice a hushed whisper is the eerie quiet of his room. The only thing you can hear louder than the rumbling growl in his chest is the sound of your own frantic heartbeat.
But he’s not going to be merciful tonight. When you try to turn around and face him, he grips your arms and holds you in place. You wince when his fingers dig uncomfortably into your skin.
“You had your chance,” he reminds you, and you can hear the sneer in his voice. “You made your choice.”
He shoves you forward and you grunt when you land on his bed. You manage to roll onto your back before the mattress dips under his weight. His knees bracket your hips and his hands fist the sheets above your shoulders, effectively trapping you in place.
The demon straddling your waist and baring his teeth above you is beautiful in his anger. You love him, and you know he loves you. He’s staring at you like you’re the most scrumptious morsel, and you know he likes to play with his food.
You offer your body to him to use, a conduit to channel his rage into something a bit more pleasurable. Will he use his claws on you tonight, or his teeth? Will he murmur his praise for you against your ear while his fingers take you apart, or will he roar when his cock fills you so full that you’re left dripping after? You don’t know.
He’s close enough so you can see your face reflected in the inky green-black of his eyes, and he bends even lower as his weight pushes you deeper into the mattress.
“Tell me your word,” he growls into your ear. It’s not a suggestion, it’s a demand - he knows how serious this is for both of you.
You swallow around the lump in your throat. “Whiskers.” His chest rumbles against yours, and he acknowledges your choice by licking the shell of your ear and pulling at the lobe with his teeth.
Satan’s not the first lover you’ve had, but he’s the first one who insisted you needed a safeword if you were going to be intimate together. He was concerned about his anger issues putting you at risk when you’re most vulnerable. It’s for your protection, something that will draw him back from the ledge before he goes over.
You’ve never had to use your safeword with him before. But when Satan drags his teeth along your jaw and moves further down so he can sniff at your neck and lick over your pulse point, you wonder if that might change.
The warm puff of air on your neck when he exhales is the only warning you have before the tethers snap and he begins.
It feels like you’re floating in space, teetering on the line between pleasure and pain. Satan shreds the clothes away from your body with his hands and his teeth, exposing inch after inch of skin for him to claim as his own. The sounds he makes are animalistic as he drags his lips across your body, sucking marks into your skin while he groans with primal satisfaction.
Your own sighs and moans are quiet compared to his, but you don’t hide them - he wants to hear you. You keep your hands raised above your head and grip the blanket so you’re not tempted to touch him; that’s not what he wants, and he’ll restrain you if you try. You want to be good for him tonight and give him what he needs. You know your own needs will be satisfied later.
One of his hands curls around your shoulder and his nails are digging into your skin so he can hold you still beneath him. Your shirt is in tatters and his lips are latched onto one of your nipples, sucking the hardened bud between his teeth and biting with the slightest bit of pressure. His other hand slides down the valley between your breasts, dragging his nails across your skin so pink streaks mark the path of his greedy fingers.
You arch into his touch when he smooths his hand over the sensitive skin of your soft belly, and you jolt when he doesn’t hesitate, going under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. His fingers cup your soft mound possessively and then his fingers creep even lower–
“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs when he lifts his head from your breast, but you freeze at the tone of his voice because something is wrong.
He’s not praising your readiness for him - he’s furious, but you don’t know why.
Before you even realize what’s happening, he’s prying your legs wide apart so he can kneel between them. You raise your head but all you can see is a messy tuft of blonde hair. You hear a growl that’s so close to your skin it almost vibrates inside you. Your mind goes blank and a pained scream rips from your throat when he bites the soft, meaty flesh of your inner thigh.
He’s muttering to himself when he finally unhinges his jaw and he lets your leg fall back onto the mattress. You tilt your head back and blink rapidly, but you can’t stop the tears leaking from your eyes. You whimper when the painful throbbing makes your body twitch all over.
You don’t think you can move right now, but he doesn’t need you to. He tears your pants away so he has better access, and he grabs your hips and rolls you onto your belly. He drags you back and raises you to your knees, and the only thing holding you up are his hands keeping you where he wants you.
He doesn’t give you warning when he plunges his cock deep inside you and it leaves you gasping against the sheets. You tilt your head to the side and breathe while your body relaxes around him. The rough glide of his cock isn’t painful, but you can’t come like this - and he knows that. The angle’s not quite right and the pace is too fast; you anticipate having some difficulty walking when this is over.
“Does my brother try to seduce you with that silver tongue of his when he keeps you to himself all night?” The words are punctuated by his powerful thrusts. You don’t answer because you know he doesn’t really expect you to - he’s seething, venting his frustrations to you and exposing the cause of his anger tonight.
He’ll talk to you properly after this, and you’ll work it out together like you always do. Right now, he’s using every ounce of his strength to reclaim your body and your love for himself.
“I see the way he looks at you, but he can’t give you what you need,” he snarls over your shoulder. “You’re mine.” He buries his cock as deep as he can, and you choke on air when he fills you in the most perfectly agonizing way.
Tonight’s not the first time you’ve seen him rage with jealousy before, but he doesn’t usually bite you like that. You consider using your safeword because it feels like your thigh is on fire, and the rough movements of his cock splitting you open while his hips grind against you is starting to take its toll.
The word sits on the tip of your tongue, but you recognize the telltale signs that he’s close: his pace is faltering and the rhythm is sloppy, and the noises he makes are getting louder, breathier, and even more desperate.
You think you can bear a little more.
It only takes a few more greedy thrusts before he grunts from the force of his release and he whispers your name like a mantra. You gasp when he pulls out unexpectedly and he coats your folds and the tops of your thighs with his cum. It’s sticky and warm when it dribbles down the inside of your legs. He lets go of the bruising grip on your hips and you finally collapse onto the bed, exhaling shakily with relief.
When Satan slumps over onto the bed beside you, his demonic horns and tail have gone and his naked body glistens with sweat. His eyes are bright and clear now, and they’re shining with love and warmth and concern rather than the anger from before. He puts his hand between your bodies and you lace your fingers together.
He rolls on his side towards you and nuzzles his face against your shoulder. He peppers a few quick, soft kisses on whatever skin his lips can reach before he whispers an incantation that fills the dark room with light. Your eyes sting and you groan dramatically when you hide your face in the blanket.
He chuckles and leans forward to kiss your shoulder again. “I’m sorry, love, but I need to make sure you’re alright.”
His hands glide over the smooth skin of your back, pausing over lingering scratches or hints of bruising he left behind. You can feel his lips brush over the marks he made. He murmurs to himself and you know he’s making a list of potions or healing spells he thinks might help.
He nudges your side gently and helps you roll onto your back. You throw your arm over your eyes - the light is still too bright for your liking - and you hear his breath hitch. Most of his marks were left on the front of your body, but he seems surprised by his own enthusiasm. When his hand lingers on your leg, you know what he’s looking at.
“I don’t remember biting you this hard,” he says quietly while he inspects the mark gently with his fingertips. His voice is sad, and you lower your arm so you can meet his gaze. There’s regret lingering in his emerald eyes.
“It’s the only one that really hurts,” you tell him, kindly but honestly.
He gets up from the bed and looks for his clothes. There’s a healing potion in another room that he says will help heal your bite wound and dull the pain.
He picks up some of your clothes by accident - what’s left of them, anyway - and his mouth drops open in shock. “Oh, I think I owe you a new pair of pants.” He holds them up for you to see, and he sticks his fingers through the holes his teeth made in the fabric. You both laugh when he wiggles his fingers towards you.
“That pair was getting worn out anyway,” you say with a lazy grin. “All I ask is that the replacements you buy me have pockets.”
“I’ll buy you whatever you want,” he promises. He tosses the ruined clothes aside and slips out the door to fetch the supplies he needs to treat your leg.
Only seconds after he’s left, a muffled buzzing noise on the floor distracts you from Satan’s absence. You lean over the edge of the bed while you look for your D.D.D., hissing at the pain when you accidentally put too much pressure on your leg.
Lucifer: I don’t need the details, but do let me know whether or not you’re alright. I heard you earlier.
He must’ve been waiting for Satan to leave the room so he could check on you discreetly.
You: We’re both fine.
You: But you owe him an apology tomorrow.
Lucifer: Very well.
You drop your phone back on the floor, and Satan returns a few minutes later with a bundle under his arm. He hands you a potion to drink and a bottle of water. He even brought your private stash of human world painkillers, though he’s not convinced they’re very helpful. Within minutes, the ache in your leg is barely noticeable and he assures you there should only be a small bruise left by morning.
He sits on the edge of the bed and starts washing you with a warm, damp towel. His touches are gentle and he takes his time. By the time he’s finished wiping away the mix of slick and cum that stained your folds and thighs, you’re sleepy and in desperate need of cuddles. He must feel the same because he dims the lights and crawls onto the bed to rejoin you.
“You didn’t come tonight,” he mentions off-handedly. He rests his head on your chest so you can play with his hair. Your legs are tangled together, and every once in a while his arms around your chest hug you just a bit tighter.
Even though you’re not usually in the mood for more once he’s done, he always makes sure that he’s not leaving you wanting. “I’d rather stay like this right now. Surprise me with something sweet tomorrow.”
You’re both too tired and emotionally drained to have a longer conversation about what happened. For now, you do tell him that you’re sorry you had to cancel plans with him and you’d like to make it up to him later. He apologizes for the disappointment and jealousy that set him off and caused tonight's outburst.
“I nearly used the safeword,” you admit quietly after a few minutes of silence. He tilts his head up so he can see your expression more clearly.
“The bite?” he guesses knowingly. Your pants are what probably kept him from drawing blood, but he startled himself with the viciousness of it.
“It was tolerable at first but it hurt more the longer it went on.” You smile and brush his hair back. “I know you weren’t trying to hurt me on purpose.”
He sighs quietly and doesn’t speak for a moment. “No, even during the worst of it, I never want to hurt you that badly. In the haze of it all, it’s easy to underestimate the power I use but I try not to get carried away.” He squeezes you tightly. “I love you. Please stop me if I do something like that again. I don’t want you to suffer with that sort of pain.”
After a few minutes of whispered conversation and featherlight kisses, you nudge him off you and roll onto your side. He clings to your back and puts his arm around you so he can hold you close and nuzzle into your neck.
“Maybe we should get you a mouth guard?” you ask him with a hint of amusement, stifling a yawn as you close your eyes.
“I’ll add it to the list along with your new pants,” he quips, chuckling into your hair. You don’t respond, but he smiles when he hears you snore not long after.
He lays awake and holds you close, pressing his ear to your back so he can listen to your heartbeat until he falls asleep.
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only one [Gojo S.]
Tw: DC,yandere, baby trapping, mention of sex, birth control manipulation, NC (mention of drunk reader)
Gojo doesn't really want children, he already has his hands full with the brats in the school. He just wants you, to keep you by his side forever. He loves you but he has noticed that your affection towards him is slowly fading, you rarely kiss him and when he does initiate, you're quick to turn your head so his lips land on your cheek. You pull out of his embrace after a few moments, no longer squeezing his waist and burrowing your face into his chest or neck. You've dropped the cute pet names too, you don't have sex as often, you rarely talk…
Gojo can't have that, he loves and needs you too much for you to break up with him; you're the only untainted person he has in his life. So he does everything he can to light that fire from before, show you that he's still Mr Right for you. There's flowers and chocolates, dinners and dates, abundance of gifts and he sees that it's working. Gojo is well aware how charming he is, he's not above using each and every trick in the books to have you fall.
You're back in that honeymoon phase, loving him from every little thing he does, for all those quirks he has. Sex is amazing, feels even better than before; from slow and sensual to hard and fast, old kinks to trying out new ones. You feel like you're living your best life.
But it doesn't always feel like that. There's something in the back of your head telling you that something isn't right, that Gojo is playing games with you and yet, the moment he sweeps you into his arms, you shut that little voice up. He wouldn't do anything bad, he's so sweet and attentive, so good to you that all those doubts have to be just that- doubts.
You should have listened.
Since day one of his attempts, Gojo has been replacing your birth control with sugar pills, has been poking little holes in the condoms, made you teas that people say helps with fertility, haven't used condoms when you got drunk (when he got you drunk). He's been doing it all, just to keep you at his side forever. At first, you don't think anything of a few missed days of your period, it happens from time to time, you don't even think anything is off when a month passes- your hormones have been messed up in general, it wasn't the first time.
Then two months pass, smells start to bother you, you feel nauseous and you've thrown up. Two out of three pregnancy tests scream positive and you're lowkey panicking. You don't know how it happened, you were so careful, almost obsessively, with your pills and additional protection with the condoms. But your sweet, lovely boyfriend is there for you, holding you, whispering reassurances into your ears, kissing your panicky tears away. You don't see him smile in victory, you don't see that now there's no escape until it is too late.
Gojo couldn't be happier, seeing you grow with his child. He's clingy, he rubs your swollen feet, buys all of the food you are craving for but doesn't let you go outside, doesn't let you hear your family and friends with a few carefully chosen words, picking at your weaknesses and picks at your childhood scars of broken relationships. They could never love you like Gojo does, could never protect you and your baby from the dangers of the world- only he can.
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I think the thing that makes me so interested in the no nuke AU is the potential for suuuuuch a nuanced c!discduo dynamic!!! Like, c!Tommy wants the world to change, but he doesn't want to be the hero, but he is the only person actually interested in giving c!Dream another chance (tho he might eventually get the help of the Syndicate). And it's not like completely changing the direction of his life will be easy for c!Dream! He'd have many doubts and struggles around accepting what he actually was and moving on from what he's become. I cry thinking about the way his response to c!Tommy Seeing Him is to attack Tommy, tell him he deserved it. And in c!Dream's worse moments in the AU I feel like you'd get more of that again. No nuke c!discduo would be so nasty and sad and hearthbreaking like!!! Fml!!!
man. MAN!!!!! the potential for diskduo in this au is devastating to me. the thing that ruins me about the canon finale is that as soon as they finally saw each other, the nuke fell and wrecked any potential for a happier ending. here, they have longer - but they don't have a happy ending. they know that. their happy ending is gonna be won through blood and sweat and tears and through parting ways, not friends, but not mortal enemies anymore either. they both complicate each other in SUCH interesting ways and the idea of a diskduo alliance is soooo so fraught with so many different tensions LIKE. what does it MEAN that they See each other?? what does it mean that they only have each other, at least at first, against the world????
this isn't even exactly what you ASKED but you inspired me so have a snippet of no nuke!diskduo at their best. or at least, not at their worst.
Despite their alliance, they don't pretend to like each other.
Yeah, Tommy is sure that would be easier. Probably. Although Dream is prickly at the best of times, and he's not exactly cooperative either, he's sure that pretending the prison and exile and the war and their history hadn't happened would work better. Maybe they'd be better allies if they acted as if they could stand each other.
...But they're stubborn. That's one thing that hasn't changed.
They argue. A lot. They bicker about plans and goals and sacrifice and saving, and Tommy's not ashamed to admit he's stormed out of the room more than once in a seething rage at the man across from him. They yell about morals, and what it means to give up everything for the sake of a server that's been hurt for years - they make progress, and then they fall back, and the cycle continues.
But they do have their moments. Occasionally.
Because despite everything, Tommy feels like he's gained knowledge. Like his eyes have been opened for the first fucking time in god knows how long. Dream walks around like he's lost answers, but Tommy sees Dream, like he's never seen him before. Their moments of peace are rare, but they're.... nice.
They're nice.
They're having one now: exhaustion usually brings them on. And they are tired - the Egg has them surrounded, and their supplies are dwindling. They haven't managed to get in contact with the Syndicate, they haven't managed to track down Tubbo's group, Kinoko Kingdom won't help - for the first time in a long time, they're out of options.
...That is, options that don't involve self-sacrifice.
"You know," Dream says, "I've been hoarding supplies in case this happened."
Tommy, tired, defeated, shoots him a look. "Fucker," he says, with no real malice behind it, "what, you knew we were gonna end up trapped in a hole in the ground because a murderous Egg was gonna surround us, while your ex-best-friend-slash-boyfriend cut off our supplies and contact to the outside world?"
When Dream just stares at him from behind that unfathomable mask, Tommy scoffs.
"Go on then, Dream. Show us what you've got."
...Dream empties his inventory between them on the ground. Four stacks of eggs fall out.
Both of them stare. And then they burst into wheezing, spluttering laughter, the sort that knocks the breath from their lungs and leaves them clutching at their stomachs, doubled over in the kind of hysteria that only truly horrific situations can bring.
"Okay, okay- In- I didn't know I had those," Dream gasps, slumping down beside Tommy on the floor, "that's- That's kinda funny."
"Why do you have so many?" Tommy half-laughs, half-sobs, picking up a stack. This only serves to make him burst into laughter again. "You think we're gonna fucking use smaller eggs to defeat the fucking huge Egg outside or something?"
"I don't- Shut up," Dream giggles, "no, that's dumb. I don't know. At least- At least we have something to eat. One of them will spawn a chicken, at least. We can make a farm if we get two."
That's something. That's a plan. At least, the beginnings of one anyway. They sit there, backs pressed against the door that blocks the Egg out of the last safe place on the server for them, and, as their mirth dies, they exchange a glance.
"We're gonna be okay," Tommy tells him, "you and me, Big D. I know things seem bad. But we'll get through this."
Dream's pushed the mask aside for the first time in a long time. Tommy is struck, very suddenly, of a memory of the prison, of Dream pulling off his helmet, handing over that photo. The look in his eyes then is the same as it is now.
"I trust you," Dream tells him, and it feels like the truth, "if you trust me."
"Yeah." There's a lot he doesn't trust Dream with. But this? Tommy nods back at him, and nudges his arm in camaraderie. "Yeah. I trust you."
And suddenly the situation feels a little less dark.
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okay so I thought about the 5th member anon ask and kinda like I continued something with it tho it's short.
So you were not coming with the other 4 to the Japan showcase due to solo schedule conflict so you're going to be alone at the dorms. The fans were very sad about it and they came up with all sorts of scenarios how you're going to be sad and all alone, as well as how the other members are going to miss you, and lastly how they probably hugged you goodbye before heading to Japan.
But what really happened was they made sure, Karina especially, that you weren't going to fuck around and bring other girls to the dorm. The night before the flight Winter went to your room to remind you who you belong to, she initially planned to tire you out but she passed out due to being overstimulated before she gets her turn.
oh anon, here we go…
even though giselle left before the other girls, she didn’t lost her chance to play with you, convincing you to sleep with her, claiming she would miss you so much more since she was going to spent more days in Japan than the others. you knew it was a trap, obviously, but it held a little truth, so you accepted. right when you’re drifting to sleep you feel her hands on your body: hands under your shirt to grope your tits, then a hand sliding inside your pants. your mind drifting between awaken state and sleepiness and you can hear giselle whispering in your ear, “sleep if you need to, i only want to have a last taste of you, make sure i don’t forget.”
the day before the others departure you knew since the moment you woke up that your day was going to be a long one, opening your eyes to see nigning by your side, kneeling on your bed. as you asked her what was wrong she told you in that sweet voice of hers that she wanted to eat you out so bad. it’s impossible to say no to her so you just pushed the sheets away. she looked so happy between your legs, looking up at you with her big eyes while working her tongue on your hole, nose hitting against your clit. the little slut she is, got so wet when you grabbed her head and held it in place while moving your hips up and down, using her face the way you wanted
karina cornered you around the dorm the whole evening, wanting to make out with you at any given opportunity. when you decide to took your shower she followed close behind, sneaking under the water and pulling you closer to a sloppy kiss. leaning against the wall, you watched how her fingers disappeared inside you in a surprisingly fast pace as she kept on telling you how your holes are hers’ and the girls only. (she probably came on your fingers after, screaming that her pretty cunt is yours)
by night you already expected winter to come to you and it didn’t take long for her to enter your room. she tried to take control at first, she really did, but before anything she is your doll, so when you grabbed her by the waist and pushed her down on the bed, attacking her neck and chest, she didn’t complain. her moans echoing in the room as you used your fingers on her hole, sucking on her clit without any mercy. her first orgasm hits and you don’t give any hints of stopping, instead goes faster and she tries to escape your grip because it’s too much but it’s like the hand holding her down is so much heavier so she just lays there, whining and letting her small tears fall. you stop after she squirts, making a mess of everything, the acts of taking your fingers out of her and letting go of her abused clit being enough to make her cry, trying to close her legs weakly. she’s so emotional after, hugging you and saying that she was genuinely sad that she wasn’t your best girl anymore and you apologized obviously, not knowing she had taken the thing so seriously.
imagine her smile next morning when they were saying their goodbyes and you whispered to her that she would always be your best girl :( pretty girl has never been happier
#asks#aespa smut#giselle smut#karina smut#winter smut#ningning smut#wanna know what’s inside my head???? insanity
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alicent vs rhaenyra meta (hotd episode 6 spoilers)
It's interesting because Alicent and Rhaenyra make opposite mistakes - A thinks someone's outward "honor" tells you the truth of their heart. This leads her to worse and worse allies. R thinks if someone has a good heart then outward honor doesn't matter - but the world crushes people over such things. And people who rely on honor as a way to tell if they’re safe, like A, don’t know what to do without it.
R wanted a good man like Harwin to love her but a good man like that wants to be able to publicly acknowledge his kids and hug them and call them "kiddo" on the practice grounds and call her wife.
And R wanted a good friend like Laenor to be her partner - but a good man feels the sting of not honoring his father by making an heir for Driftmark who is of his father's blood, is hurt by realizing he's odd man out in a genuine loving marriage and family
Laenor also lost the man he was deeply in love with like - the marriage was meant to protect him and Joffrey, and if Joffrey lived I think he'd be happier. But the relationships he's found since haven't fulfilled him like love w/ J or R's love with Harwin fulfills her
( Laenor exercising his right as father to name the kid "Joffrey" is telling - he wants something of the man he loved to survive in this family, for him not to be erased and gone.)
And Alicent keeps making these despicable false friends - she as turned her back on R for R’s supposed dishonor. But instead she’s stuck now with a superficially “honorable” kinslayer (twice over!) Larys and Ser Misogyny :-( Both of them do things that disgust and repulse her and that she does not approve of, but she chose them out of her anger and betrayal and because they looked honorable on the surface. But their hearts are rotten festering holes.
It's really heartbreaking - R and A had so much yet to learn from each other and loving each other Even if we don't read them as queer, they needed each other's povs. They needed a true friend they could trust. And that was shattered before they knew how to fight for it.
In a less fraught by their fathers' misdeeds situation, A could have conveyed gently to R that outward honor does matter - people MAKE it matter - and R could have conveyed that it doesn't matter as much as A thinks and a true heart is vital.
Partly I think R's experience of having a dragon and being a Targ means she values/trusts hearts more because she, since 7 years old, has never been truly physically unsafe - but A is afraid in a deep physical way and honor seems like her only safety to cling to.
(Which makes her terror of Larys even more agonizing - her terror of him and her discomfort with Criston’s use of a violent slur against women - she’s trapped with these assholes now. In far too deep now that Larys has killed Harwin and their dad and claims A wanted that when she never asked for it or even alluded to such a thing.)
They are thesis and antithesis re: how they understand their honor culture. And in a better lifetime they could have used the love and loyalty they felt as girls to help each other grasp what they were missing - to speak words they wouldn't hear from others, come to a synthesis
But with the destruction of that love and trust--by the actions of their fathers and their own choices in anger and hurt coming out of that--the chance of mutual understanding goes and instead you have two people who see what they fear and hate in each other
#rhaenicent#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#house of the dragon#house of the dragon spoilers#my meta
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“Say there’s a huge, gaping hole in your chest.” Eggabell started, curled up in her bed, holding her pillow. “A big, physical hole. Now, say someone reaches inside. They clear away your ribs, they pull away your lungs, they take your heart. But you’re still alive. Then say that person… replaces it all. They replace it all with big weights, they trap it in by putting your ribs back, they don’t give you back your heart or lungs. It’s all just… heavy now.”
“…Is that how you feel when Liz is away?” Chandlo, who’d been sitting by with a stewdler for her, asked.
“No, no.” She took the bowl as it was held out to her. “It’s how everyone else makes me feel. When they’re all yelling at me, and somebody gets hurt, and Floofty is experimenting on me… It feels like pressure, it feels like weight.” She hesitantly stirred the quietly hissing stewdler. “Liz, and you?” She sighed. “You give me my lungs back, you make it easier to breathe, you make the workload easier. Liz gives me my heart back, she makes me happier, she… She makes it warm.”
“…” He wasn’t sure what to say. Eggabell was never quite so good at expressing the way her days felt, but he knew he’d never really understand. Compared to her, he had a far easier time with more than enough things. He just knew the metaphor sounded horrible. “I’m… sorry it’s like that, Eggabro.”
“Don’t be.” She took a spoonful of stew. “You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s everyone else who’s fault this is… You came here and brought me food, after all.” She smiled at him.
“Heh.” He let out a soft chuckle. “I figured you needed something when you didn’t show up for practice.”
“Thanks for looking out for me when Liz isn’t here. I know you have to look after Snorpy too though, are you sure it isn’t… a lot?”
“Nah, that’s my thing, dawg!” Chandlo smiled widely. “I like helpin’ out with you two, watchin’ over Snorpy, it ain’t stressful, it… It makes me happy!” He hesitated briefly. He wasn’t sure if he was saying the right thing.
“…” Eggabell fell quiet, thinking about that. Slowly, she started nodding. “Thanks, Chandlo. I wouldn’t ask for anyone else to be my best friend.”
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Cultural Representations in the Movie Spirited Away (2001)
by Annisa Nur Ratri Oktavianti
A. Synopsis of Spirited Away (2001)
Spirited Away is a Japanese animated movie by Studio Ghibli. The movie was released on 2001. Spirited Away is a movie about a girl named Chihiro who was trapped in the spirit world because of her parents recklessness. The movie begins with Chihiro and his parents trip. They were going to move to a new home. Chihiro was not happy by that. You can tell that she was upset and did not care about the trip. Soon, they saw their new house on top hill and her father insisted to go through the woods. He stopped the car upon seeing an old red tunnel. Chihiro’s father was telling his wife and his daughter to go into the tunnel. Chihiro wasn’t so sure at first but she followed them anyway. Behind the tunnel, an amazing scenery was seen. They kept walking until they found a food stall. The father and the mother was starving because of the delicous looking foods there. They did not hesitate to eat the foods. Meanwhile Chihiro was scared and suspicious of that. She decided to went for a stroll and that was when she met Haku, a medium length hair boy. Haku told her to go away from this place and he told her that this place is not safe for humans. Chihiro who was confused, ran as fast as she could to approach her parents. When she got there, she was very shocked to see that her parents had been turned into pigs. Chihiro then ran in despair but she was stopped to see the path she walked before was turned to a river. Haku then helped Chihiro to save her parents. He told her to find a job in the onsen (Japanese hot spring). After many tries she finally got hired as the person who cleans the hot spring. Long story short, Chihiro experinced many new things that she was never done before, and finally she was able to bring back her parents into humans again. Haku promised Chihiro that they will meet again someday. He told her to go back and told her to never looks back. Her and her family got back to their car safely. They continued their trip after that.
B. Cultural Products
There are 3 cultural products in this movie. The first one is the onsen. Onsen itself are Japanese hotspring. Then the next cultural product is food. After Haku brought Chihiro to saw her parents, he gave her onigiri so that she felt more relaxed and happier. Onigiri is common Japanese food. It is a rice ball that is usually shaped like triangle with different variant of flavor and fillings such as tuna mayo, cheese, chicken, beef, etc. The third product is their clother. They wore Haori, Hakama, Tabi and Zori.
C. Cultural Values
The onsen opens when night comes and closes when morning comes. From the analysis, I found out that when the characters are working, they did not allowed to say anything bad to their costumers. They always have to prioritize their costumer also their needs. This can be seen in the scene where there was a costumer who came in a filthy apperance. The costumer smelled so bad that the workers fainted and the foods turned black because of the dirty air from the costumer. When the costumer came in, Chihiro was covering her nose but Yubaaba, the owner of the onsen told her that it was kind of rude. After that, when the costumer was in the onsen, they asked Chihiro to clean them by pulling human trash that was stuck in the mud on their body. Yubaaba the told every workers there to helped Chihiro to clean the costumer.
D. Cultural Attitudes
After watching this movie, I noticed that there are few examples of prejudice. In this movie, humans are treated badly by other spirit and Yubaaba. The first example is the parents were turned into pigs. Next is when Chihiro asked Yubaaba for a job, Yubaaba said to her that she was weak and can’t do anything. Lastly, when Haku was hurt and weak, she wanted to dispose him by throwing him to a deep dark hole.
E. Opinion About Cultural Depiction in Spirited Away (2001)
Based on the analysis, the cultural depiction does not fit how peeple act and behave because this movie is about spirit and human interaction so it doesn’t fit.
Author's Note :
Hi again! I'm posting this essay for my Journalism assignments. Hufft only 8 left, I can do this!!
I'm very sorry if I made mistakes in this essay.
Thank you ^.^!
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Two ocs, one you pick and other Marty :) Because we must know them more.
Describe a soft scenario or memory involving your muse.
Soft Headcanon Meme (Still accepting!)
Bjarni Iryut (feat. Slejsa Iryut, who belongs to @lesenbyan )
The sounds of Rak'tika are familiar and foreign all at once - they tug at Bjarni's heartstrings in a way the sounds of the Shroud never have. He closes his eyes, lets his head rest on the wall he sits against. Perhaps it's the sound of so many viera in one place once more? Nowhere in all their journeys on the Source did they ever see so many of their own people gathered like this, not since leaving home. It reminds him of childhood, of the happier days before their village would have seen them parted; would have seen Bjarni sent to fulfill his role as a guardian-
He opens his eyes, lets them rest on his sleeping twin. The viera - viis - of the Greatwood have been kind enough to loan them a bed for the night: only fair, since without Slejsa, there would be no night at all.
Slejsa sleeps fitfully, whimpering in their sleep. Slaying the Greatwood's Lightwarden has taxed them - this entire endeavor has taxed them, and Bjarni chafes at his inability to help. Now more than ever, given what Y'shtola has revealed about Slejsa's aether. He has been, all his life, their protector; were he able to take this burden from them, of course he'd do it gladly, but how can he protect them from this? He cannot contain the Light. Mayhap if his own body wasn't still back on the Source...
"Shh," he says, rising to his feet. He leans over his twin, rubbing their back with slow, gentle movements - he does not want to wake them, not when they need this sleep, and certainly not when they tend to wake disoriented and confused. Bjarni may not always make the smartest decisions, but he knows his twin. "Shh, I'm here." He rubs their neck, their shoulders, until they sink into a deeper, quieter slumber.
Bjarni rests a hand atop Slejsa's head, between their ears, the way he has since they were tiny.
"We'll get you home safe," he says, making it a promise.
Martiallais Redlance
"It's really nothing," he assures her again, for the third time - but Martiallais must quietly admit to enjoying the sight of Tsimh digging through her cluttered cabinets. A haystack evidently has nothing on trying to find a needle in Tsimh's house. "Just a little tear; nothing as'll cause me any trouble in the forest-"
"And I'm to let everyone know your girl doesn't know how to stitch up her man's clothes?" She digs deeper, wiggling her rump in a way he can't help but admire. "Nonsense. I know I have a sewing kit in here somewhere. I mended a vest only two moons ago. Three?" She sits back on her heels with a huff. "Honestly, I swear, Marty, I was so organized before I moved out of my parents' house! I knew precisely where to put my hand to get anything I wanted."
You still do, he doesn't say; he doesn't want to explain why the tips of his ears have gone pink. Instead, he says, "Anyone who thinks less of you for not stitchin' up a shirt can answer to me."
"Oh, love, I don't want you getting into scuffles over- oh!" Tsimh exclaims, reaching into the bottom shelves of a dusty bookshelf, drawing out a powder-pink little case. "Here it is!"
She returns triumphant to Martiallais, holding out a hand expectantly. "Shirt off!"
"Bossy little minx," he teases, tugging the shirt over his head, careful not to tear the hole any larger - he'd not even noticed it; must've snagged his shirt on a thorn. They'd been laying traps in the Bramble Patch two days ago; doubtless it'd happened then. He seldom cares overmuch when his clothing takes damage - he could stitch it up himself, or pass it to Dom's mother for a small payment - but Tsimh's fierce determination is heartwarming.
He likes it, these little domestic gestures.
Tsimh settles into her own chair before the fireplace, humming cheerily to herself as she threads the needle with deft, clever fingers.
"I never manage to get it first try," he admits, leaning on one arm to watch her work.
She grins, bronze eyes glittering in the firelight. "Neither do I. That was all luck."
"You could've fooled me."
It makes her laugh, that infectious giggle he can never resist. "I'd never lie to you, Marty!"
Guilt churns his stomach. He shoves it aside. "Aye, well, either way, I reckon your stitches'll look better than mine."
"Aye," she agrees, setting to work. "They always look better when they're done with love."
#bjarni iryut#martiallais redlance#tsimh#thank you!#this one took a little longer for obvious reasons#bjarni's ended up more bittersweet than soft....... but honestly with them it's either silly or bittersweet#my writing
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“I did not pray so often after that, and soon, hardly at all. I felt bolder, happier, more free. But not so safe.”
THE WIDE SARGASSO SEA, Jean Rhys
i feel like I’m coming back to life again, like I do every June, starting to realize there are things I’ve clung to that no longer serve or save me & trying to give them up. I feel like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be again. sometimes walking home, I think I told you all I was meant to live here, I told you, and the city agrees. I’m better here.
it feels good to be a person again, feels like I actually AM a person again, not just the bug in amber of the last few years or the numb black hole of this winter. but it does feel less safe, yes, to be changing again. to feel that sense of waking up everyday a different person, a person in the world —I haven’t felt that since college, that kind of inner earth shifting. to look at the things that have been my prayer—poetry, school, M, etc. and no longer know, exactly, how all the pieces fit together. i have to figure out who i am now and it’s so much better than the trapped feeling of before, that constant suffocation, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking hurt. like a limb waking up, all pins and needles.
or that I’m not afraid I’ll slip up and find myself mired again, unable to claw my way out. I did it this time (am doing it?) and the time before but sometimes I get exhausted, watching myself like the sky for a storm, waiting for the next depression or bout of pain to hit and sweep my feet out from under me. and I just have to keep doing that forever. I just have to keep realizing over and over—I mean, god, how many times have you guys listened to me bitch about this—that my worry won’t save me. That barring off happiness bc I’m afraid of its end was never self protective, just destructive. so I’ll do it. I need to be here. I’m not done yet.
#personal#I can’t believe it took me this long to read Sargasso Sea and that it was having to go through the archives at work that got me to do it#lol#it’s the time of year where I want to reread Woolf#it is dangerous to live even one day etc
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What do I feel right now? (pt. 1)
What do I feel right now?
I feel anger. Boiling, hot, red, scorching. It’s the fire inside me that burns me alive and won’t let me sleep at night. It is the same fire that keeps me running, moving, past the biggest hurdles and into another pile of flames. It’s always like that with me. In, out, up, down, sometimes I don’t see the end. What some would call the light at the end of the tunnel. I doubt that those around me do, but they follow me in this interminable emotional rollercoaster, deeper down in the rabbit hole, an exhilarating ride that can only end in one way, disaster. Disaster is what I am, it follows me, like an eager student, like a ruthless stalker, a desperate and lonely woman. It wants to catch up, but it often fails me. Because I don’t need the disaster, the disaster needs me. It needs a villain, a culprit, I hope one day it realizes that I am neither. The funny thing is we are one and the same, disaster is looking for someone to blame, and so am I. Because guilt and blame go hand in hand ,like star crossed lovers, you feel guilty, so you blame others, that's how the story goes. I find it in me to believe that I can’t be responsible for everything. I am not god almighty, though I sometimes pretend to be, pulling the strings I know I can reach, yearning so desperately for control, something I never did have. I never controlled anything in my life, and I also can’t seem to control myself. Sometimes I wonder what “God” might have in store for me, because up until now it has been hell, it has been one nasty fucking hand it has dealt me, though sometimes I believe the hell is of my own making, but how can that be? If I don’t control anything, how can I be held responsible? I can’t control who comes into my life and I can’t control them inevitably leaving. Sometimes they leave as ghosts and sometimes still as human beings, but in the end we all leave. We look for something better, brighter, sweeter, the grass on the other side, I just hope for their sake it is actually greener. Some say I am my own worst enemy. Like a moth to a flame, attracted to the danger, only to be inevitably burnt by the fire. I sometimes wonder why it surprises me, why it surprises anyone, that I turned out this way. I am exactly the way I was meant to be. When flowers grow in harmful conditions, they can never flourish in the same way that the ones who have had the sunlight their whole lives do, and as moths do, I reach for light, for hope, I desperately need it, and people desperately need me, not because they know me and not because they want me or even like me, but because they expect something out of me, and I can’t seem to deliver. They want me to fix them when I can’t even fix myself. They want me to make them feel whole when a hole is all I feel. They want me to make them laugh, make them feel less guilty, lighter on their feet, happier. Can’t they see I am just one person. When will I ever learn? When will the rest? I feel so trapped. Is it me? Is it them? Like a circus animal just trying to break free, tired of the hungry eyes, tired of the constant glances.
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Advice to Work on Yourself 💳 in May 2023: Cancer
5 Pentacles rev - 8 Pentacles - Queen of Pentacles rev & The Hermit
Regarding: The Tower
Your cards are very negative. Your outlook and moods are very negative, gloomy, defensive, generally irritated and apathetic. You’re not happy, specifically with a job. I don’t see this Tower as being something that’s going to happen as an action (or it already has happened, not predictive). It’s more like a WAKE UP call from the universe. Hello, Cancer. We can see you are not happy and are getting increasingly irritated as time goes by. What are you doing about it? Nothing? Brooding? It’s like Spirit wants to bless you, but you’re in your own way.
Maybe you have tried before and are disheartened, you could’ve been rejected once or twice and it’s just killed your optimism for anything ahead. If you don’t take action to remove yourself from unhappiness, Spirit will, a Tower may be sent your way to move you, for you. Whatever you’re doing has helped you get out of a financial hole, it has been positive. You may have been here a long time with Knight of Pentacles, and by this point you just feel trapped, stuck, going in circles over and over again with no hope of promotion or advancement in any form. It’s eating at you, because the end of the reading says you’re actually an achiever, resigning yourself to your fate of boring Knight of Pentacles grinds that just never end. He is a good Knight, stable, reliable, dependable, you never have to question whether you’re going to show up, you’re there. He’s the only Knight that’s willing to put in the long term effort, and actually gets there. But it’s connected to The Devil, showing you feeling like you’re in chains here.
You put in a lot of work, and there’s never an end to the busyness or demands that keep being placed on your shoulders. It’s not like a busy season or a specific event, no, it’s a constant grind that never ends. And it’s like you judge yourself, because “this is how it is”, and you’re being overly critical and are wrong for wanting to jump ship because it’s “unreliable”. Negative self talk. No, you’re right the first time, you’re not getting anywhere. I’m getting you’re not valued where you are, either your talents aren’t being used appropriately, or you’re in something like…pressing the button of a machine for example. The machine does the work, you’re just the guy that pushes the button, viewed by others as easily replaceable. It’s probably much harder work than that, that just describes the monotony you’re feeling. And possibly how much time you’ve invested, you may have been doing this a long time.
No offense intended, this Knight doesn’t half ass either, he’s reliable 🙏 Your advice is to spend time alone, a considerable amount of time to ponder over your options and really be clear with yourself on why you’re here. Queen of Pentacles rev is here for the wrong reasons, mirroring The Devil, it’s all for the money. But is it really that good? Could be. Could you do better? Spirit thinks so, or this wouldn’t be your message. I don’t get an overnight shift, but keep checking. Or start. There IS something better out there, and when you find it you can finally put this one to rest where it belongs. Because Page of Wands & Six Wands, if you allow yourself to be inspired and dream bigger, you’ll find success. All of your Oracle cards want you to be happier, silly, dreaming, creative, inspired. That’s what The Hermit is here for, finding that inside of you again, so that you can act from a place of authenticity and happiness, with no restrictions, going after something you’d enjoy doing, even if you never thought you would or could before. This whole reading I’ve been calling you Virgo in my head and correcting myself, you could have that somewhere in your chart. Overly self-critical. Not enough magic. Inspiration, desire, excitement, that’s what leads to magic, and victory for you. What makes you feel good? Being outside? Music? Helping people? Not seeing any people at any time? Look for a bridge somewhere between that and what you’re doing.
Animal Oracle: You have two
Unicorn 🦄
“Indulge your creative, imaginative, and magical side through some form of artistic expression.”
Whatever the artistic vehicle through which you express your most creative self - whether it’s drawing, poetry, painting, music, acting, or any other form of creative expression - make it a priority in your life by devoting some time, energy, and perhaps even money towards this artistic pursuit. Let the longing of your heart determine what the form of your imaginative expression is, but let it be one that elicits passion and purpose. Allow it to evolve as needed, without acceding to any internal perfectionism about the end product. The process itself is where the magic is. Let that alone be your satisfaction and delight and you’ll be pleased with the results.
Whether this avocation continues as a hobby or turns into something you receive compensation for, never do it solely for the money. There’s no need to act out the starving artist scenario, but when you make monetary rewards your primary goal, you risk stifling the creative pulse that emanates from the core of who you are, potentially compromising the integrity of your artistic gift to the world. Should you ever be uncertain about following your passion with this kind of expression, take some time to observe children. Notice how innocently and imaginatively they play in their world, particularly when unhindered by social restrictions and artificial boundaries. This is a reflection of the magical child inside of you, begging to be explored and expressed. So have fun with it! 💖
Cardinal ❤️
“The polarities of your spiritual pursuits and physical pleasures are out of balance, so do whatever is necessary to bring them back into equilibrium.”
When on the spiritual path, it’s easy to idealize what being spiritual means. It can become a rigid mental imprint on which you judge anything that varies from your conceptualization of what “being spiritual” is supposed to be about. This includes not only another person’s practices and beliefs, but your own. Falling short of this idealism leads to either assuming a righteous and arrogant position with others, or when self-imposed, elicits guilt or shame. This spiritual perfectionism can make you reticent about enjoying the pleasures of the material world, as well as those of your physical body. The Earth provides a dazzling and sensual panorama of experiences to be directly encountered through the physical senses.
Yet for many, truly enjoying the pleasures of sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell can be fraught with worry, anxiety, guilt, and shame - products of early childhood religious and/or cultural conditioning. Others become so entangled in the world of the senses that it becomes their god, and their spiritual core is lost to materiality. To be polarized in one direction or another takes you either to lofty heights and iridescent abstractions that are completely ungrounded, or else causes you to become caught up in the glue of the mundane world without the guiding light of Spirit to provide a focus of authority. With the blessing of your awareness, you can redirect your thoughts and actions toward that which brings greater balance and fluidity between the two polarities.
Artist Oracle: JEFF KOONS
- The future is big, bright, and shiny.
- Your balloon can’t pop, but your Pop can balloon.
- Learn the difference between Camp and Kitsch.
Advice:
- Move More
- Learn About Emotional Intelligence
Charms:
The Sun ☀️ on 6 Wands shows happiness, promotion, success, positive attention and receiving the rewards you deserve when you apply effort in the right places, doing what makes you happy.
Key 🔑 on The Devil is THE point Spirit wants you to take home and chew on. You make money, great. You have insurance, necessary. You have already been there for 6-20 years, that is great for a resume. Excuses and “practical thinking” that are actually excuses are keeping you trapped. How do you feel? Clearly not good. But that’s not even The Devil, that card doesn’t come out unless you’re listening to these negative perceptions and assumptions. When you tell yourself you can’t…why? Yes, you can, you just need to make the effort towards other things and not this thing.
Dead Tree 🥀 on 2 Pentacles shows you going back and forth on whether this can get better, whether you’ll ever get a break and not have to be in this constant go go go type of energy, that no one can sustain forever without going crazy. It’s dead, so no. Knowing that will probably drive you crazy by itself. You need to be replanted and watered by something worthwhile, that makes you happy. And getting that analogy in the first place, somewhere with room to grow.
Acorn 🌰 on Justice is a solid, stable, genuine opportunity for more money, long term potential for growth, better benefits possibly, all around this is better than what you’ve got. And it can only get better from how you feel. It’s one of several options, you will find it but you have to get real with yourself first, and put in some effort to find it. None of this would have come out at all if you were “destined” to grind until you die pushing a button ❤️
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Weekly Journal 3
Saturday thoughts
Spent my previous Tuesday, Valentine's Day, with my man. We went to watch the re-released Titanic. I swear I've never watched this movie before even though it's one of the most iconic romance movies ever. And when I did, it was in a 4K 3D version.
Thinking about this scene in Titanic where Jack trusts Rose to ax his handcuffs after she fails to aim at the same place twice. Now that’s romance.
Guess what, I've got flowers on Valentine's day too!! Yea yea, I know this is probably going to sound cheesier than Mac and cheese but with the right one, every day is Valentine’s Day <3
Love like there's no tomorrow. He's the Jack to my Rose.
As you guys already know, my pillar of strength is leaving for China to further her studies :'( I mean, I’m happy for her. It’s just that I can’t stop thinking about those moments where our family usually has gatherings or reunions and she’s not there by my side. Cause she’s been supporting my ass since 2001 :( I’m probably crying while writing this down.
I've already said most of the things I wanted, to you personally, as for something I want everyone reading this to know…
I've known you for nearly 22 years now. I felt like I grew so much knowing you. You made me realize how everything that used to break my heart doesn't matter anymore, and everyone around me could tell that I'm a much happier person around you. Gone were the days when I felt like my life was trapped in a deep, dark hole where I only had myself.
I've never felt so connected with someone before, and I'm really glad to have Rou Hui as my half-sister. As a person, or as a cousin, she's someone I really value, someone I know would never ever ever walk out on me even if everyone else does.
You are probably the best living thing I've ever met in my entire life. Hahahaa living thing. So much for being the best :p
Thanks, baby girl, love ya. (Don't get goosebumps or start tearing up, please. I know I'm very sweet. Hehe)
Sorry bbyg, I had to end this post with your ridiculous love shaped nostrils :D
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Treatment and Story Beats
Treatment:
Phoebe is a cloistered artist, trapped inside her house awaiting a marriage to someone she doesn't love. As she is painting one afternoon by her bedroom window, Jane, a farmer, has been chasing a rogue sheep through a forest that has led her to Phoebe's house. Curious, Jane sees Phoebe in the bedroom window and decides to scale the brick wall up to her window. Jane knocks, and when Phoebe answers and they meet, it cuts to a montage, Jane continuing to visit for many nights up to Phoebe’s window. However, one night, just as Jane is about to leave from a visit, Phoebe’s captor begins banging on the door. Jane offers Phoebe two choices: leave with her, or potentially never see Jane again. Phoebe decides to leap out the window with Jane. The two begin frantically running away through the forest outside of Phoebe’s house, trying to get away from the gunshots that now ring out behind them. Suddenly, a shot lands on Phoebe, and the screen cuts to black. Then, Phoebe awakens in Jane's house, but her painting arm is missing. Jane, simply overjoyed that Jane is ok, picks her up and spins her around. The scene cuts to Phoebe sitting outside in Jane’s pastures, finishing up a vibrant painting with her opposite arm of her and Jane. Jane joins Phoebe’s side in front of the painting, and the two glance at each other before the screen cuts to black.
Story Beats:
A door slams and locks heavily with an eye peering behind a peep hole. The hole closes, leaving Phoebe stuck inside. She has been given some food.
Phoebe sets down the food, obviously not hungry. She walks through her room, observing the gallery of paintings she’s made. All of them have a dreary feeling to them and are painted in monochromatic hues.
Phoebe passes by a wedding dress hanging on the wall by itself. She ignores it.
She sits by the window in her room to paint.
Outside the window, suddenly Jane runs into view out from the forest surrounding the house trying to catch a rogue sheep.
Phoebe sees Jane through the window and, confused, she giggles, but then focuses attention back to her work.
Jane then sees Phoebe in the window as well, and becomes curious. She ties her sheep to the wall after wrangling her in and then scales the brick wall up to Phoebe’s window.
Jane knocks on Phoebe’s window, scaring the crap out of Phoebe. Phoebe comes to open the window, and they officially meet.
We cut to a montage of Jane coming for a handful of nights to visit Phoebe. Phoebe slowly begins to seem happier and happier, and the two start to fall for each other.
Finally, one night as Jane is about to leave, there comes a banging on Phoebe’s door. Phoebe always blocks the door when Jane visits, but obviously Jane has been discovered.
Jane offers a quick choice: Phoebe leaves with her, or Jane leaves alone, potentially not being able to come back. As the door weakens by the second, Phoebe leaps out the window with Jane.
The door is heard shattering, and Phoebe and Jane begin frantically running through the forest to get away from Jane’s house. Gunshots ring out behind them.
Suddenly, in the heat of the moment, Phoebe is shot, and we cut to black.
Blurry eyes awaken to Jane worriedly looking down at Phoebe. 15. Phoebe is sitting in what is not her bed. She realizes that she’s missing her arm.
Jane twirls Phoebe around, overjoyed she is ok. Phoebe has escaped.
The scene cuts to Phoebe painting now with her opposite arm. She just finished a massive painting of herself and Jane, dominated by a beautiful, ultramarine color and flowers from Jane’s pastures stretching far behind them.
Jane joins Phoebe’s side with the sheep from the beginning trotting around them, and they glance at each other before the short ends.
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for honk/andrew (love u big guy (✯ᴗ✯))
kissing antonio, naib, luchino, norton, and andrew
❁❁
kissing antonio is like listening to the most intricate musical piece you've ever heard.
the famed violinist has music that fluctuates in forms, but never in quality. he doesn't believe in sticking to one type of music, the music adapts, and so does he.
his lips are soft, albeit on the dryer side.
he tastes like freshly baked bread. maybe because bread had always been his favorite thing to bake, or because it was the only thing he could eat while in captivity.
he dreams of the days he can kiss you forever, forgetting about the manor, the games, the demon that desperately haunts his skin. for now, his lips on yours will always be a subtle reminder that that day will soon come.
kissing luchino is vastly different than anything you've ever experienced before. he's a reptile, and so his lips are... rough, to say the least.
he's not much for kissing, either. he likes hugging you much more. you're so small, you practically crumble in his arms. he finds it so cute.
he's self-conscious about his reptile form. he knows he's so far from human, and he's incredibly uncomfortable about it. but he'd kill himself than let someone else know how he feels about himself. anyone other than you.
he doesn't say it, but when you kiss him, he feels human again, if only for a moment.
he tastes like poisonous flowers. the kind you want to try so badly, but you know if you even get close to them, your mortality is questioned. deliciously dangerous.
naib doesn't like physical affection. he's just not a fan of it, and definitely not in public. it unnerves him, knowing that anyone can see how weak he is if he's caught. he doesn't indulge.
but when he does, it's so good. his lips are so soft and warm, albeit slightly scarred. but it only adds to the feeling. he only kisses you when he's so undeniably proud of you, and there's no other way he can portray it. it's his special way of saying "you did so good."
his face is scarred, his skin is rough and tough from the years he spent at war. he knows this, and somehow, you love him anyway? despite his flaws, you never turn away.
it makes him happier than kissing could ever convey. it truly does.
i think naib tastes distinctly of gunpowder. maybe not so much the actual powder, but the taste of shooting a flare gun at a hunter and saving someone from their demise. he tastes like revenge.
the opposite of naib, norton loves kissing you. touching you. feeling you.
to him, physical touch is the only way he can remember you're there. you're so close and you want to be with him. you want to touch him the way he wants to touch you.
it invigorates him. it fills him with such a fiery desire, when he starts kissing you he just can't stop. he doesn't even want to stop.
in the accident, norton lost so much, and gained nothing but fear. the terror of being trapped once more keeps him up at night. it doesn't leave him alone, not once, not ever.
your kiss calms him. your touch calms him. it brings him back to the world he inhabits. it reminds him where he is, and that it's not a trap. not a covered hole, free from light.
he tastes like buying gold necklaces. the real kind, that are so expensive but so beautiful its worth it.
andrew is... so hesitant. he gets so scared and nervous when initiating kissing and touching. it terrifies him, the prospect of messing up.
what if you hate him if he makes a mistake?! the very idea haunts him in his sleep.
and yet, his kisses are just so soft. his lips are slightly chapped, but nothing compares to the feeling of his lips against your own. he feels so comforting, like coming home after a long day.
he's naturally cold, and his kisses resemble that as well. since he's so sensitive to the sun, he seldom go out, and because of that his body temperature is just a bit lower than anyone else.
but the feeling gives you a high, it works you up and doesn't let you go. he tastes like euphoria. his hands always somewhere near, not willing to get close enough to touch you.
drag his hands onto your waist, or your own hands, and he'll never let go. he'd rather die a thousand deaths than let you go.
he tastes like iced coffee, maybe with some caramel drizzled on top.
#identity v#identityv#idv#idv x reader#idv prospector#idv grave keeper#idv mercenary#idv violinist#idv evil reptilian#identity v x reader#idv gravekeeper x reader#idv prospector x reader#idv mercenary x reader#idv violinist x reader#idv evil reptilian x reader#antonio paganini#naib subedar#norton campbell#luchino diruse#andrew kreiss
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dire iii, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: Jeon Jungkook is a bit, er, different. His girlfriend’s a Dire Wolf, after all. The sex is messy and mind-blowing every time because she does that pheromone thingy that Jungkook can’t get over. He also kinda... likes seeing her pointy sharp canines surrounding his dick after getting a blowjob. It’s not that weird! R-right?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world building, mentions of (species) discrimination and prejudice; violence; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, unprotected sex (ty biology), creampie, cockwarming, biting/marking, m-receiving oral, cowgirl, saliva everywhere lol); fluff and feels; non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates?; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between Jungkook’s POV and your POV (tiny bit of Yoongi’s POV), ft some familiar faces at the end XD
for all you curious about the Dire Alpha, this one explains him more but also he kinda low-key wants to eat JK (not in a sexy way, don’t be weird)
inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)
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part ii
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"You're so fucking hot, do you know that?"
You were sitting on Jungkook's bed, naked, holding his smartphone. These things were like little computers. How convenient, but also strange. Humans spent so much time in front of them. You had to turn the brightness down to nearly zero. The light was too harsh for your eyes.
"I'm not just saying it because you do that sexy saliva thing to me. You're actually sexy as hell. Why do you wear such oversized clothing?"
"Just in case," you muttered. "And to avoid being recognized too easily."
"But you're so fucking fuckable."
Your ears perked. You could hear hand stroking flesh.
"Are you jacking off again?"
"No."
You lifted your head. Jungkook grinned at you cheekily. His long blond hair was messy and wild from the night. You dropped your gaze, raising an eyebrow. The tattoos on his right arm and hand danced with movement.
He was slowly palming himself to hardness.
"A question. Is this all you think about?"
Your silvery tail swished from side to side, stopping to curl around your thigh. His eyes watched it hungrily.
"No."
Jungkook scooted himself closer, now firmly gripping his thick cock. Long, smooth strokes, gasping a little as he squeezed the base of the swollen head.
"But it's hard not to when you're naked in front of me," he breathed, reaching up to cup your cheek.
"I can put clothes on."
Jungkook brought his face close to yours, lip trapped between his teeth. The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you with his action. Warm breath drifted onto your lips.
"Do you want to?" he murmured, trying not to sound disappointed.
You flicked your eyes down, then back up. "What are you going to do with that?"
His dark eyes on your now, most likely, golden orbs.
"Put it in you. Fuck you. Cum inside and fuck you some more."
You opened your mouth, saliva dripping out, saturated and potent. His lips were instantly on yours, drinking it up, moaning, pumping himself harder and more furiously as you opened your legs, dropping his phone and pulling him on top of you. He moaned as the throbbing head pressed against your thigh, leaking pre-cum everywhere.
"What do yo–ah!"
His voice pitched as you lowered your head, spitting your scent down his length. His eyes rolled back and his hand lost grip for a second, enough time for you to grab his hips and sink him down into your pulsating wet heat.
"O-oh, fuck, have mercy... p-please..."
You grinned maniacally and raised your hips to smack his, earning a choked gasp of your name. Ah, so good, nice and hard and jerking against your tight walls. Jungkook planted his hands on the bed, panting, eyes already glazed over.
"So... fucking... good..."
His fingers dug into the sheets and he thrust into you roughly, your silvery ears flicking upwards to listen to his breathless moans, plush tail curling around and brushing against his muscular legs. You watched the strain on his neck, veins appearing, long ash blond hair swaying as he fucked you into his bed. You tightened around him and Jungkook groaned, arms shaking, but you reached up and grabbed his head, forcing him to look at you, tangling your fingers in his blond locks and pulling them back, away from his face, revealing his sculpted features and dark pink lips.
"Feels so fucking good..." he hissed, slapping your hips together. "Gonna cum, fuck, gonna fucking cum..."
You took a spare moment to remove one of your hands from his head and shoved a few fingers into your lips. Jungkook's dark brown eyes shook as he watched, cock twitching inside you as you pulled the two fingers out, strings of saliva following, and smeared them on his swollen lips.
It sent him over the edge, throwing his head back and shouting your name, pumping your tight hole full of his orgasm, a violent squelch as he shoved himself all the way in, cramming the thick white liquid back into your pussy. You gasped out his name, grabbing his ass and smacking your hips to his, leading the pace now, Jungkook's body shaking and quivering as you used him like a tool to fuck it all back into you, slippery and messy, his cum dribbling out onto your ass, but still you fucked him, undeterred. He was blinking hard, using all the energy he had left to hold himself up as his sweat dripped down his jaw and hit your chest. Your breath came out in heavy huffs, laced with pheromones.
You growled, grating, animalistic.
"Give me another, come on, I know you want to, you delicious piece of meat."
Despite it all, Jungkook's lips curved into a pleased smirk.
"Never been happier... to be referred to as a delicious piece of meat..."
You bared your teeth, licking them as you clenched around his stiff cock. He moaned wantonly, unable to resist as you repeatedly rammed his crotch into yours, so loud, so rough, so obscene, window open and all. He threw his head back once more, Adam’s apple peeking out, throat exposed right in front of your open jaws as he wailed your name, shooting his second release into your pussy, mixing with the rest and spilling out, forced by your walls spasming around him, sighing in satisfaction as you came, dripping onto his thighs and the sheets, creating a puddle of cum beneath the two of you.
You could smell it. He could smell it.
Pure sex.
Jungkook slipped down, chest heaving, his hands sliding down the bed. You felt him reach between your legs and shove himself back in you, smearing his cum and your cum all over his balls before bringing his hand back up to lick his fingers off. You raised your eyebrows.
"Your pussy... is the fucking best..."
You chuckled, rumbling him on your torso. He was putting his full weight on you, but it felt like nothing.
"I think you have an addiction."
His sweaty hair tickled your neck. You straightened it out, listening to Jungkook panting in heavy hot puffs.
"I probably do."
He shivered against your skin.
"No regrets though."
-
The Dire Alpha was sitting in the throne room.
It was a formality of a space, completely useless. It had been in this stone castle for centuries, the castle the Alpha lived in when he ruled the Dire people. Since then, it had been updated and modernized to the current Alpha's liking every time a new ruler was appointed.
The silver throne sat at the top of the shallow stairs, the obvious place of power. Carved images of wolves decorated the platinum, eyes inlaid with opalescent gems and diamonds. At the top, the emblem of the current Alpha’s family was slotted in.
The jagged diamond with a platinum flower pressed into the center.
The large black wolf sat on said throne, wearing his usual blazer, vest, white dress shirt, and regal black tie. All of his clothes were custom made for his huge wolf proportions. The Alpha refused to shift back to human form. This was his own personal choice and it bothered a lot of people, but the Alpha did not give a single shit. The same circular diamond emblem was around his neck on a thick silver chain, along with another pendant that usually sat behind it. An arrowhead pointing down with a lotus at the top, its petals made of opalescent gems.
The Alpha looked down in his paw, at the almost hilariously tiny wood box. It was open and inside was another silver chain, covered with silver rings.
Twenty-five, to be exact.
He closed the box and put it in his lap. The Alpha knew the exact direction the moon was in, even if he couldn't see it through the stone walls. It called to him, like a faint, familiar, sweet voice. He reached up and touched the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice with his claw, looked up to the moon.
The universal sign of the Dire, paying respects to the dead.
The Alpha breathed in deep.
There was no one here. He had assistants and helpers, but they had all been ordered home to their families, as they were every night. The Alpha did not have full-time servants. He was fine by himself. He could wipe his own ass.
He snorted, a harrowing, harsh huff.
People should appreciate their families, because one never knows when they'll disappear.
The Alpha stood up, taking the wooden box with him. Steady, measured steps, full of strength and power. His claws clacked against the stone with every step he took, heavy and thudding despite the material of the floor. Walking through the halls, knowing he was alone. Not even his precious daughter was here, reading her books or pondering with that clever brain of hers.
The Dire Alpha paused.
He sniffed the air.
Pinpointed exactly what he wanted to know.
Growled, baring all his sharp, pointed teeth. Snapped them tightly as he stalked down the hall, suddenly in a terrible mood. If he ever met this human, he was definitely going to try and bite his head off. His daughter would stop him for sure, but maybe he could get in a hearty chomp.
How dare this human touch his prefect daughter.
His paw touched the arrowhead once again and he could hear her voice, pretty and musical. Knew what she would say to him. He could almost feel her hand holding his, her expression highly amused.
Oh, husband, you know she's just like you. Once she sets her sights on something, she'll chase it to the end.
He grumbled to himself.
The Dire Alpha knew.
He was still going to nibble an ear off that man.
-
Jungkook sneezed loudly.
He shook his head, blinking fast. Ow. That hurt.
"Are you getting sick?"
"It was just a sneeze. Someone must be thinking about me," Jungkook laughed, wiping himself down with the warm, wet towel, trying to clean his skin. He was in the bathroom, sticky all over. Huh. Maybe they should try to have less messy sex.
He thought about her dripping tongue.
Nah.
"Well, it's not me," she grunted. He could hear her yanking off the sheets and replacing them so they could sleep.
"Aw, why not?"
"Because I'm trying to figure out how to unfold this fitted sheet, hmph."
He chuckled, staring at himself in the mirror. His ash blond hair looked very chaotic despite him brushing it, wavy and tousled from being played with her fingers.
He liked it.
Jungkook grinned, somehow ready to do it all over again.
Hopefully no one was plotting his death or anything.
-
The Dire Alpha rolled over in his sleep.
Snarling viciously.
Having sweet dreams that were probably horrific nightmares for a certain blond-haired human male.
-
"Do you work here?"
"No, sorry."
Silence.
"Why are you standing behind the counter?"
"... The guy who works here asked me to watch the store because he went to the bathroom."
"Oh."
The man in front of you had dark hair and cat-like eyes. He looked like he was perpetually frowning. He was wearing a baggy white shirt under a red-checkered flannel and distressed blue jeans. Black face mask squishing his round cheeks. He had pulled it down to speak to you. The man tapped the counter, a sealed record in front of him. He had long fingers like a pianist.
You looked down at the record.
"You like John Mayer?"
The man's dark eyes flickered to you. "Uh... well, I actually don't know much about American music. I was going to ask the guy who worked here if he was any good."
"He is." You pointed to the vinyl under his hands. "However, Continuum is considered his best work. What you have there is Battle Studies, the album that followed the success of Continuum. Some say it's good, some say it's bad but, in any case, it was always going to have mixed reviews since it followed the shadow of his pervious success. Mayer himself said it wasn't one of his best works."
You reached over and the man retreated his hands, letting you flip over the record.
"He's a guitarist. I suppose you could call his genre blues-pop. But the interesting thing about this album is that if you listen closely, you can hear his internal struggle between his music and himself. His lyrics are almost too commercial, trying to replicate the success of Continuum, and yet his guitar seems to have its own voice, a uniqueness that almost contradicts the lyrics themselves. My favorite song on this album is ‘Edge of Desire’."
You looked up at the man from under your hood. Your left hand was out, tattoo exposed, pointing to the track. You retreated it. The man with the cat-like eyes tilted his head, listening closely.
"Do you recommend it?" he asked in his deep voice.
"It's worth a listen. It's good for introspective people, if you like that sort of thing."
"Okay, I'll buy it."
"Wow, you want to work here?"
Both of you jumped, snapping your heads to face Jeon Jungkook, standing right next to you with starry eyes and a thin black turtleneck. Jungkook seemed to have invested in them lately. You saw him wear them quite often, usually after a long night with you.
"Hey, Yoongi-hyung, how's it going? Did you find something you liked?"
The shorter man slid the vinyl record over to Jungkook. "Er, yeah. Your friend here helped me make my decision." The man named Yoongi frowned. "Why are you wearing a turtleneck? It's pretty warm today."
You yanked your own black face mask up and backed away from the counter, mumbling that you needed to go to the bathroom. Your cheeks suddenly felt too warm. Jungkook was sputtering at the counter, struggling to think of a response.
"U-uh... f-fashion?"
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Jungkook couldn't say, "Because I like it when my wolf girlfriend bites me with her big sharp teeth."
Well, he could, but then Min Yoongi would probably think he was a freak and never shop here again.
-
Min Yoongi puttered out of the records store, satisfied with his new purchase. He hadn't expected to see a Dire there, but he was happy to see one, because he liked Dires. They always seemed so well-versed and educated.
She had a small mole underneath her right eye, near the inner corner.
Cute.
Yoongi had enjoyed watching her talk. She seemed very intelligent. He wondered if she would continue hanging around the store. He liked to hear a lot of different perspectives, on life and music, and a Dire’s viewpoint wasn’t one he got to investigate often.
He remembered their reaction to his question about Jungkook’s turtleneck.
Hmm.
Yes, it seemed likely that Yoongi would see her at the record store again.
-
“Could you do this for me, please?”
You had your reservations. But it was hard to resist those puppy eyes.
“Don’t make any sudden movements.”
He nodded so fast his blond hair went flying. He already had red-purple bites on his shoulder, gleaming with your saliva. Was he crazy? Probably. It would be just your luck to have a crazy boyfriend.
“Jungkook.”
“Yeah?”
“How long you been thinking about this?”
He bit his lower lip, shifting his eyes hastily. “Ever since… the first lick to the face in the alley?”
Of course.
He’d been begging you for ages now. You were a little nervous, but you also knew there was nothing to worry about. You weren’t going to hurt him. You just weren’t sure if your canine teeth were attractive in that way. You snuck a glance at Jungkook’s eager face.
Yes, that face definitely wanted a blowjob involving your pointy chompers.
Probably a little too much.
You ticked your head and your ears flicked back and forth. Lowered yourself, holding him down with your hands, trailing kisses over his hips, his lower stomach, his thighs, making Jungkook squirm and plead with you for more, more, and you ignored him, tongue snaking out and tracing patterns onto his skin, soaking it with your scent.
“Oooh, yes, fuck…”
You nipped at his flesh, leaving tiny bites. Jungkook gasped, lashes fluttering as his cock popped up and brushed against your cheek, slowly hardening with the multiple sensations. You kissed down the curve of his inner thigh, wrapping your tongue around his balls.
He gasped out your name, clutching the sheets and twisting them.
You coated them in your saliva, thick, wet, slick, and then shoved your nose into them, breath in heavy huffs as you exhaled, slapping your tongue against them at the same time. He was a groaning mess, nearly humping your face if it wasn’t for your strong grip on his hips. You lapped at the base of his cock, bouncing his dick with your tongue.
“P-please put me in your mouth, please…”
But instead of his cock, you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, massaging it roughly against your tongue and the roof of your mouth, sending him into a frenzy of cries, his hard cock smacking you in the nose, dripping pre-cum on your forehead. Oh, fuck, he smelled so good and sounded so sexy, desperately begging for more. You were careful with your teeth, your biggest worry, and popped his balls in and out of your mouth, switching between the two, increasing the sensitivity with your scent painted all over him.
“Ah, it’s so good, so fucking good, I knew it would feel so good…”
You licked a fat stripe up his length and Jungkook’s shoulders jerked, tipping his head down to gaze hazily at you, seeing your face smeared with saliva and pre-cum, before you circled your tongue around the head repeatedly, drooling all over his cock, not being subtle about it, drenching him just the way he wanted.
“Oh… my… God…”
His eyes rolled back and you wrapped your lips around the head, licking the slit, flaring it open a bit with the tip of your tongue, pooling more. He was going to rip the sheets with how tightly he was grasping onto them, muscles and veins bulging out his forearms, tattoos distorted by how much he was flexing his right arm. You lapped at the thin skin underneath the head and felt his taste intensify, leaking more pre-cum into your mouth.
“Mmm, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t… oh, fuck…”
You swallowed his entire length and Jungkook slammed his head back into the pillows, wailing in pleasure as you bobbed your head up and down, wrapping him with your warm, wet heat, so messy and dirty that it made loud squelching sounds, saliva splashing onto his crotch and down his ass. Jungkook was trying to hump your face, but you pinned him down and for some reason this made him harder, cock jerking in your mouth and pulsing in your throat, ripping his hands from the sheets and burrowing them in his blond hair, sharply crying out your name and definitely disturbing the neighbors with how loud he was being.
“Oh, fuck!”
His salty taste flooded your mouth, shooting down your throat violently. You drank greedily, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation of his cock throbbing with every new gulp, painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. Your whole body shivered, warmed and pleasured by your lover’s taste, the perfect flavor.
It seemed to complement your scent in a strangely satisfying way.
“O-open… your… mouth…”
You opened your eyes to see Jungkook staring down at you, looking fucked-out and drained, but also hesitantly expectant. It wasn’t hard to guess what he desired. You peeled your lips back to reveal your carnivorous teeth, keeping them away from his skin, tongue still licking him up and down. He shuddered, biting his lip, looking slightly guilty and absurdly aroused all at once.
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” he muttered, cheeks flushing.
You ticked your head, the side of your lips tugging upwards.
“We all have kinks.”
His chest was rising and falling rapidly, shuddering breaths in the afterglow.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
You backed up a little, laughing in playful barks.
“Who’s going to know? It’s not like it’s written down on the internet for anyone to read.”
Jungkook laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
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No comment.
-
Unfortunately, the time afterwards ended up being much more solemn.
"Got some fights coming up."
Jungkook sucked on his lower lip. "Another one?"
"There's always another one."
"I don't like that you have to fight them."
"Well, me neither, but that's how it is."
"Just because that's how it is, doesn't mean it's right."
She didn't reply at first. They were face to face. She traced his cheeks with her fingernails, pressing lightly on each mole on his face.
"If everything was right in this world..." Her eyes found his. "Then there would be nothing to fight for."
Jungkook placed his hands on hers, fingertips grazing over the eight silver rings, each one different, from simple to intricate. They were heavy, weighing down her hands.
"What happens when there are more than ten?" he wondered out loud.
"I replace the weakest ones with the stronger ones." Her palm pressed into his jaw.
"Don't you hate it?"
She looked down; expression pensive. "It is hard to hate what you are. Because that's all you know for a long, long time. That's how you were formed to face this world." Her head raised and her silvery ears flicked slightly. "I am proud of what I am. You cannot pick and choose only the good parts of your species. You have to face all of it."
A moment of hesitation.
"I will be honest. I don't know what I will change when I'm Alpha. I don't know what I'm capable of changing or if I will feel the same as I feel now. It is easy to say I will try to make a better world, but to actually do it... it's not so easy."
Jungkook could tell now. She really was the Dire Alpha's child.
"To be a leader means to have people who want to be led. But it gets more complicated when you don't want your followers to be blindly accepting everything you do. And, well, following my father's rule will be..." she trailed off. Retreated her hand from his face and ran it through her hair, sighing softly. Backed up, raising her hood, walking backwards to his bedroom window.
Her eyes on him the whole time.
They streaked with gold for a split second, as if she connected with her inner wolf to console and remind herself of who and what she was. Put on her sneakers and tapped the toe against the floor, righting them. Opened the window and got halfway out before looking back at him.
She smirked.
"Gotta go, piece of main ass."
Jungkook crossed the space between them with two strides and kissed her deeply, breathing in her scent, committing it to memory. She pressed back against him, one hand finding his shirt, pulling him close. They broke apart after minutes of kisses, not wanting to let go. He smiled at her. The cool breeze and sounds of the city radiated out of the open window.
"Your father will be proud of you."
She laughed, that lively bark he loved. "I don't know about that."
He reached up and smoothed the fur on her ear.
"He'll see."
Her eyes flickered to him, flecks of gold glittering.
"I guess he will."
And then she dropped from his window, swiftly dashing back to her own world. A world that someday he might be invited to, he hoped.
Jungkook plopped himself onto the windowsill and watched her go, deft and light on her feet. He stayed long after he couldn't see her anymore. The moon basked him with its glory, bringing out the gold in his ash blond hair.
-
I heard a little whisper that you're fucking a human.
You skillfully wrapped the gauze around your arm, breathing hard. There was pressure in your chest, tenseness of adrenaline and fury trapped inside your ribcage.
I hope I get so lucky.
The words replayed over and over in your head. You wrenched up your thigh, pain shooting up your hip as blood oozed out of the deep gash. You began to dress it slowly, hoarse huffs of exertion leaving your throat. The reflection in the broken mirror in front of you was yours, naked, bleeding, eyes burning vicious gold. Dried blood caked on your silvery ears and bushy tail.
Not your blood.
When are you going to eat him and get a real man?
You snarled and punched the mirror, shattering the image of wrath-filled gold.
A silk robe draped over your shoulders. Your knuckles were shredded, cut up by reflective glass, but you said nothing, panting heavily. Fresh blood dripped onto the stone, red, coppery, splattering onto gray.
"Daughter."
Big black paws on your shoulders, tipped with wicked black claws. It was an oppressive but familiar weight. Your back refused to buckle from it despite all the pain.
"All his limbs are broken. Five ribs. He might bleed out from a lung puncture."
You pulled the robe closed to cover yourself, tying it up impassively.
"As you like, Father."
"An emotional fighter is not a good one."
You stilled.
"Did you forget all your grand ideals? All your silly hopes? Or were they merely dreams you toyed with?"
The Alpha took a step back, removing his hold on you. You still didn't move, immobilized by the truth.
"Do you think your boy would be happy knowing the mere mention of his existence turned you into what you hate most?"
Slowly, you turned around. Your father stood in the doorway of the chamber. He filled the entire space, huge, fierce, wolf eyes burning gold, wearing the embellishments of the Alpha – the grandiose silver robes against his thick black fur, the thorned platinum crown with diamonds, the jagged diamond pendant with the plum flower around his neck, shadowing the arrowhead emblem of your mother.
"But... you..."
He cast a discerning eye at you.
"I am me. You are you."
He turned around, silver robes flaring out.
"If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose."
The Alpha walked away.
-
Nine rings.
Your left thumb, the snake head with black gems as eyes. Your left index, the black stone with a bone-shaped silver band. Your left middle, the wolf with the opalescent eyes. Your left pinky, the simple silver band. Your right thumb, the large opal gem inlaid in stars. Your right index, the skull with the snake coming out of its mouth. Your right ring finger, the script ring that read, FEED. Your right pinky, a twisted silver band.
And now, your left ring finger. The ten-pointed star etched into a hammered silver circle.
Nine rings. Nine Dires.
Sons.
Men.
People.
If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose.
You lifted your head, adorned with a smaller thorned platinum crown, laced with diamonds. The diamond emblem with the plum flower hung from your neck, a heavy weight. You were wrapped in a silver and black robe with black shorts. How long has it been since you had last seen your love? Almost two months.
I really miss you.
You could feel it.
Your father removed the headpiece. Held out his hand. A silver ring with a moth motif, opal gems as wings.
"Number ten, my daughter."
You removed your nine rings, placing them in a wooden box. Your wooden box. Your father closed the box when you were done and placed the moth ring on top of it. You stepped up to the door of the ritualistic arena.
Your father called out to you.
"Do not disappoint."
You were about to look back. Disappoint who? Your father? Your people? Jungkook? Then you realized.
You.
You pushed open the doors to a huge, gray-brown wolf with a wicked scar over one eye, eyes blazing gold. He growled at you, black lips peeling back into a vile smirk.
"Oh? Thought you weren't going to show up because you're a human's bitch now."
You narrowed your eyes. Felt the power surge through you, a flurry of silver fur and gold glow, clothes being torn to shreds as you changed, the diamond pendant banging into your collarbones as you bared your sharp teeth and claws.
"That's Miss Human's Bitch to you."
And then you charged.
-
You stared at his sleeping form.
Reached over and brushed his blond hair away from his forehead. All five fingers of your right hand now adorned with rings. The moth ring gleamed on your right middle finger.
Jeon Jungkook was snoring very loudly.
You were mildly surprised he hadn't woken himself up yet with his own snoring. Did he have allergies? A blockage? He sounded like he was being strangled with phlegm.
"Maybe you need to see a doctor," you muttered, shaking your head.
His lashes fluttered, but he still sounded like he was dying a horrible death. Good thing you were here to make sure he wasn't. Your fingertips hovered over his face, tracing his handsome features. His cheeks were a little puffy. Did he have too much salt before bed? Your eyes fell on each mole on his face. You pressed your index finger onto the one below his lower lip.
"In some cultures," you whispered softly. "Moles are thought to be kisses from the moon."
"Then make out with my face."
You pursed your lips.
"Was that your pretend snoring?"
Jungkook cracked an eye open, a slow grin forming on his face. "I was kind of hoping you would rip off the covers and have your way with me."
You raised an eyebrow. "I suppose I'm not accustomed to human rituals then."
He sat up on the bed and you backed up to give him space. Instantly, his eyes were on your hands.
"That's ten now."
"Yes."
Jungkook was shirtless. You could see he had been working out, muscles more defined now. Was he taking your advice? You meant it as a half-joke, but it seemed he had taken you seriously. His tattoos stood out against his tan skin. You wondered what they all meant or if they even had meaning. Not everything needed meaning after all. Would he get one to represent you someday?
"You seem different."
You looked up at him and scratched your neck. Let out a sigh. He watched you with inquisitive brown eyes.
"I was beginning to think you didn't care about me anymore since you weren't furiously masturbating every night," you chuckled.
"I thought about it," he replied instantly, scooting closer to you. "But you said you had fights, so I didn't want to distract you."
"That never stopped you before."
You saw his cheeks flush. He frowned. "Yeah, well..." He tilted his head. It felt like he was trying to organize his thoughts. You waited patiently "I was thinking about what you said last time. About how you can't only pick and choose the good parts of your species. About being a leader." Jungkook puffed his cheeks. "I'm not really good at any of that stuff, you know? I don't really think about it. I just work at a records store and talk about music and focus on making myself better."
You smiled. "You don't have to do anything more than that, you know."
"But you do."
"That's not something you have to worry about."
"I want to help you." He rubbed the back of his hair, making his bedhead even messier. "I don't know how though."
You leaned forward, closing the distance between you and him.
"You don't have to do anything special."
The moonlight illuminated his face, casting it in a gentle glow.
"I only want a home."
Jungkook's eyes flitted around his small apartment bedroom. He laughed awkwardly. "I guess this doesn't cut it, huh?"
You shook your head.
"Home isn't a place."
Gold orbs to dark brown.
"Home is a person. And my person is you."
-
Take a moment.
Before we get freaky and all that.
-
"Your eyes are really gold."
She blinked slowly, backing up. "Yeah... they probably are."
"What do you mean?"
She shifted her gaze and smirked. "Maybe you're rubbing off on me."
It took Jungkook a minute. He tilted his head this way and that, mental question marks flashing before it finally dawned on him.
"Hey! Are you calling me insatiably horny again?"
Her ears flicked back and forth. She wasn't laughing, but her eyes certainly were.
"I didn't want to ruin the moment."
"Look here," Jungkook growled, grabbing the front of her baggy gray hoodie and dragging her to him. He could tell she was letting herself get dragged, highly amused. "I've been waiting two months! Like the good guy I am! And now you won't tell me when you're horny? That's just rude!"
She laughed in that wild bark of hers. "I guess you won't be pleased to know I wasn't gone for two months only because I had fights and soul-searching to do, but also because I went through heat and decided to spare you the experience."
"You did WHAT?" Jungkook roared. She couldn't stop laughing as he shook her angrily. "How could you leave me out of that? What about my needs?"
"Seeing me in heat is not a need–"
"Yes, it is! It is for me! What's it like? Are you horny all the time?"
"I'm just a crabby bitch, to be honest."
He narrowed his eyes.
"You LIAR!"
He tackled her to the bed, pinning her down and she grinned, grabbing him by the waist and pinning him down, until it became of a game of rolling around in the bed, sending the blankets into a jumbled mess, him never exactly winning but her letting him push her around anyway, laughter in her eyes and smile on her face.
All of a sudden, she grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down on the bed.
And growled.
Jungkook's eyes widened. It wasn't a playful or gentle growl. It was a violent, possessive one and she wasn't looking at him.
She was staring at the window.
Eyes stark gold, grip on his shoulders almost crushing. Lips peeled back, and growling low, baring all of her sharp teeth. Ears taut and upwards, tall up and out. The harsh noise rumbled in her chest. She got off him and Jungkook sat up, watching her stalk to the window, powerful and aggressive, almost as if the very air was electrified by her presence. With every step, her presence and sound seemed to grow, overtaking the room and leaking out the window, amplified by the night.
For a split second, Jungkook could see the Alpha in her, almost a shadow of that black wolf's face on her features.
"You do not belong here."
Did he hear that correctly? Jungkook's eyes widened at her malicious, disorienting snarl. An animalistic whisper and fearsome resonation of command all at once.
"Get lost or I will make you get lost."
She tilted her head at the window. Not a nice tilt. A predatory gaze of discernment.
She stuck her head out the window.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Jungkook didn't even realize he was holding his breath.
She retreated her head and slammed the window closed, making him jump.
"Going to hire you a security detail," she stated calmly, voice no longer that oppressive tone.
"Uh... okay..." He blinked slowly. "What was that?"
Her gold eyes affixed on him. She held up her hands. The ten rings gleamed wickedly, gems and silver alike.
"Word has gotten around. Not everyone is pleased by our relations." She lowered them, letting out a tense breath. "I will need to attend to certain... matters when I return."
"Oh."
Silence. The moonlight gleamed off her fur and hair. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply, as if she was reading the air. It was fascinating, the way her nostrils flared slightly and she seemed to know things, even though the window was closed, her expression relaxing. Her eyebrow raised. Gold orbs snapped open.
"Why are you horny?"
Jungkook started, head jerking down to his underwear.
"Er..." He struggled to explain the massive tent. "It was very attractive. Watching you."
Her eyebrow ticked higher.
"Someone was thinking about injuring you, possibly murdering you, and you're getting aroused by me defending you?"
"Um... yes?"
-
Sigh.
Humans.
You removed your rings and placed them on his nightstand.
Then you removed your clothes.
-
"In my defense, last time I was very fucked up and couldn't appreciate how hot you were defending me," Jungkook protested.
"Mhm."
"Um..."
One hand, then the other, crawling onto the bed, eyes burning gold, pointed teeth glistening, breath hot and heavy. He could feel it, the irresistible arousal, the yearning, and he tried to hold back, grabbing fistfuls of his own sheets.
"Do you think you could...?"
Her head lowered, ears still straight up. For some reason, Jungkook felt compelled to drop to his elbows, still staring at her now naked body. She had removed everything. Including the heavy pendant. He could see the curve of her breasts, hard nipples poking out. Stopped right before his massive erection, the fabric almost sheer with how much it was being stretched out, pre-cum soaking through the front.
"Could?" she echoed teasingly.
"C-Could... oh, fuck!"
She leaned down and drenched the fabric with her saliva, covering his clothed cock with wetness, molding it to his length, the sudden rush of euphoria causing it to jerk in his boxer briefs. His hips lifted with his exclamation, and she shoved them back down roughly, holding them in place.
"P-Please, oh, fuck... fuck it's just so-o-o good..."
He could feel it sticking to him, drenched fabric stuck to his pulsating hardness, the head of his cock rubbing against the confines and leaking pre-cum. The pleasure was everywhere, invading him, tensing every muscle as she dipped her head. Nudged his wet length with her nose, grinning, all teeth and tongue.
Holy fuck, he'd never been so turned on in his life.
"Please, do it again... p-please..." came his breathless gasp, twisting his fingers in his sheets. "Want... your mouth..."
She snaked her tongue out, pressing it against the clothed head. Jungkook moaned loudly, the barely there sensation causing his cock to twitch more, the tip so soaked it felt like it was already in her mouth.
"D-Don't tease, please," he begged, desperately trying to move his hips and falling, her grip like steel.
A raspy chuckle.
"I'll give you want you want, love."
Jungkook's brain forgot how to function.
She growled and sunk her teeth into the pocket of wet fabric, shredding his boxer briefs instantly, freeing his cock, which sprang up and wetly smacked her in the cheek. It took him a full second to realize she had bitten the stretched-out fabric of his underwear that appeared because of his erection and not his actual dick, otherwise this would been a very different kind of porno (and not the good kind). Thankfully, his purple-red cock was one hundred percent intact. His black boxer briefs were now only scraps of fabric that flopped uselessly onto his bed, but he didn’t notice or care.
Jungkook yelped as she slathered his balls with her scent, hips shuddering and possibly half-orgasming because it was so fucking good, coating the tip with milky whiteness.
"I c-can't–oh my Goooooood..."
His eyes rolled back and Jungkook fell onto the bed, groaning with pleasure the second her tongue started swiping up his cock, lapping upwards and blanketing the head, drinking up his leaking pre-cum. It only took a second and he was gone, fucking gone, shooting into her throat as her saliva slipped down his hot throbbing length, enveloping him with her mouth, chuckling as she swallowed, curling her tongue around the tip, collecting it.
"Fuck, that's so fucking e-embarrassing..." he choked out, annoyed that he couldn't control it, even after working out so hard to increase his stamina. It had been two months! He did jack off every once in a while, but he had tried to be a good boy and not be too distracting.
Jungkook had a lot pent up, okay?!
Her golden eyes flickered to his brown ones the second he lifted his head to look down at her.
Lips opening, revealing her sharp teeth around his cock. His cock trembled underneath her open jaws.
Yup.
This was turning him on even more.
Jungkook just had to admit this was his kink now.
She wrapped her lips around him again and began to move her head up and down, rushes of intense pleasure rocketing through him, gasping for breath, hips locked in place by her hold, the skin underneath her fingertips bruising because his body was straining so hard, desperately trying to ram into her mouth, but he didn't even feel the pain. Couldn't even consider it. It was like he was spellbound, chasing his release until he let out a dragged-out wail of her name, the wet, warm pressure too much, cock twitching as he came again, thick spurts down her tongue and trickling into her throat. She sucked hard, gulping it down, and, not to be dramatic or anything, but Jungkook swore he saw pearly white gates for a second, holy fuck, the whole experience unreal and almost too much, ecstasy shooting all over his nerves and constricting them, a sweet throb of intensity that refused to dull.
It was all he could feel.
It was glorious.
No drug could compare to the high her mouth on his cock could give him.
"Are you dead?"
Jungkook vaguely heard her husky rasp as she raised herself above him, peering at his face.
"I think so," he wheezed. He nearly forgot to breathe. "Sit on my dick to find out."
"Oh, he's perfectly fine."
Jungkook had maybe half a second to wonder before he squeaked, his still-hard cock suddenly clamped by the hot, dripping vise of her pussy, tail thumping against his legs, her hands now in his chest, rocking back and forth as she sank down, smacking him against every ridge and curve of her walls.
"O-oh, fuck me!"
"I am," she replied, infuriatingly calmly, but Jungkook was doomed now, lost in the aching, overwhelming pleasure, her nails digging into his chest as she smacked her hips into him over and over, loud, sloppy, obscene, fur tail tickling his fucking balls. He couldn't even say no or yes or harder, because he was consumed by lust – breathing? who gave a fuck about that? – crying out her name and arching his back into her nails, enjoying the visceral feeling of her scratches, pussy and thighs viciously squeezing him, ecstasy crashing into him with every thrust.
The first – well, technically, third of the night, first inside – orgasm slammed into him, her nails digging into his chest as he moaned, saliva falling from her lips and onto his pecs, messy splatters that heightened the pleasure, sending tingling shivers over his skin and into his core, matching the shudders of his hips as he shot into her pussy, the sound squishy and slippery as she continued roughly rolling her hips into his, exhaling in satisfaction.
"Want me to slow down?" she breathed out, leaning down, hands beside his head.
"No," he hissed, sheer will tearing his words out of him. "Ruin me, fuck, feels fucking amazing."
A slow grin formed on her face. "Can you handle that?"
"I don't care if I can or not, suffocate it out of him," Jungkook growled, raising himself up a little and presenting his neck, flicking his head to fling back his now sweat-soaked blond hair.
-
"Bite me when you cum."
You stared at his neck, tendons popping out and straining, muscles flexed underneath you, tan skin stretched taut, your wolf instincts making you drool at this a fucking meal handed to you, pussy throbbing with the fullness of Jungkook's cock. He was still so hard, although perhaps that was also due to you tightening around him. You leaned forward, using more force, more speed to fuck him into his bed, the tenseness all over his body, jaw clenched, his brown eyes on you, pupils blown out. Hunger, craving, insatiable, carnal, speaking to you on a different level, a level he probably didn't even understand, but you did, a feeling you thought only Dires felt, but perhaps he was so connected to you that he was trapped in it too, imprisoned in the intoxication of pleasure.
It rose within you, a rush of wildness, and you grabbed his shoulders, hearing him moan and then the pitch heightened as you sank your teeth into his shoulder, a hoarse hiss as you squeezed his length violently, orgasm bolting through you as your jaws made contact with his skin, his scent invading all your senses, painting your inner walls and your mouth and tongue, drops off blood trickling into your tongue as you moaned his name, switching to sucking instead to avoid doing real damage.
Jungkook seemed not to notice, or maybe he even liked it, because he was whimpering with bliss, hands coming up to press your hips down onto his jerking cock, shooting the last spurts of cum inside you, some of it leaking out and coating his balls, his hold forcing you to sit down on the slippery mess.
Your mouth was still locked around his shoulder, kneading the flesh gently with your teeth, the hint of blood making your eyelids flutter.
Dirty. Rough. Draining.
Feral.
You detached your jaw, arms sliding up to cradle Jungkook's blond head, kissing him softly. He seemed to be in the verge on unconsciousness. His shoulder was badly bruised, nicks of your bite glistening, but no longer bleeding.
"Are you dead?" you murmured, nuzzling his nose. He was breathing very hard, hot pants down your neck, eyes barely open.
"At least I... had the best fuck of my life... before I died..."
-
"You slept for twelve hours."
"What?" Jungkook panicked, only to howl in pain as he twisted too fast and crumpled back into the bed. The afternoon streamed through the window, birds chirping loudly. How had he slept through all this? He was a heavy sleeper, but to sleep this late…
"Ack... work..."
"I called the manager of the records store. He decided to close for today."
Jungkook paled. "I need that job. You didn't threaten him, did you?"
She blinked at him. "What? No. I just asked if he would give you a couple days off if I paid the store’s rent this month. He seemed very excited about it."
Jungkook blinked. "But... I need money."
Her silvery ears ticked. "For what? I'll buy whatever it is."
Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Rich people..."
Her lips curved into a playful smirk. "Besides, you needed to recover from all that sex."
He felt his ears heat. It was only then that he realized she was fully dressed, sitting next to him on the bed. Was she leaving? He reached out and clutched her gray hoodie, frowning. The blanket fluttered down, revealing the purple bite on his shoulder.
Then Jungkook jumped and almost screamed, because he realized they weren't alone.
Two men in black suits were standing next to his bed. Neat black ties, crisp white shirts. The taller one had curly black-brown hair and a boxy smile. Honey tan skin and strong features. The shorter one had blond hair and a cheerful smile with plump lips. Small hands, with round soft cheeks that reminded Jungkook of rice cake.
The one with the boxy smile smirked.
"Fun night?" he drawled in his baritone voice.
Jungkook yanked the covers all the way up to his chin.
"W... who are you?" he croaked in shock.
Her silvery ears flicked and she gestured to them calmly, as if their appearance in his fucking bedroom was totally normal.
"Your new personal security. Kim Taehyung," she said, pointing to the one who spoke. "And Park Jimin." The shorter one with the small hands and round cheeks.
Jungkook blinked. "They're human."
Taehyung looked offended. "With guns."
"Tranquilizer guns," Jimin corrected hastily. He had a cheery voice that matched his smile. Jungkook caught his eye though and there was a devilish smirk. Well, he might look innocent. Jungkook scowled at him.
"Who will probably not have to use them," she continued speaking, still not addressing why they were discussing this with Jungkook, quick check, yup, still naked. "Since traveling in a group is safer and attacking three humans at once will be a bigger penalty than one. And Taehyung and Jimin here come highly recommended by my father's security guard."
Jimin puffed his chest proudly and Taehyung smacked him in the chest, deflating him with a squeak.
"Well... the company," Taehyung said, handing Jungkook a business card. Jungkook debated on whether or not to take it. He reached out to receive it, exposing his right tattooed arm and the giant purple bite on his shoulder. Jimin's eyes immediately shifted to it with an amused grin. Jungkook ignored it and took a look at the card.
RJ's Private Security Services
We paca-punch!
Kim Seokjin, CEO and Head of Security
It was accompanied by a picture of an alpaca in a security uniform with a triumphant pose and phone number.
Jungkook stared at it for a long time, flabbergasted.
???????
Was this even a real company?
It didn't seem real.
That was such a terrible pun. And why an alpaca? What do alpacas have to do with security? How safe was an alpaca when the ones targeting him were, er, wolves? Jungkook was terribly unsure about all this. Also, their first meeting was with him being completely naked, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled.
"Anyway, I wanted you to meet them, because they're your new next-door neighbors now and they'll be escorting you to and from work and any other errands you might have."
Jungkook finally looked up from the card, still not sure if this was reality or if he woke up in an alternate dimension. "What? I already have neighbors."
"Ah, yes," she nodded. "They were thinking about moving. Little one on the way. Noise level was a bit much for them anyway. I found them a bigger space at a good price."
He blinked at her.
Taehyung and Jimin grinned.
She must have had a busy morning.
She stood up and patted the two men on the shoulder. "Well, boys, you've met him, so perhaps it's time to get settled in."
Jimin snickered as he was about to stride away. "Will we experience the typical noise level the neighbors were concerned about throughout the day?"
Taehyung burst out laughing as Jungkook turned into a tomato.
Her silvery ears twitched cheerfully as she walked them out of his bedroom.
"Yes, I think so."
-
The Dire Alpha sniffed the air.
Scowled.
"Daughter, you're a wolf, not a fucking rabbit," he swore under his breath, picking the meat out of his teeth.
On one hand, he was glad. Proud, even, for his daughter to have such an enthusiastic partner who was clearly very devoted to his pup. On another hand, he wanted to shake the young man's hand and then promptly rip his arm off for touching his precious daughter.
It was a complicated thing, being a parent.
The Alpha didn't think he was a good one. Her mother was better at that. But there wasn't much to do about that now. He made her the best fighter he knew, barring himself, and hoped the education he paid for was enough. It wasn't the best method, but it was what the Alpha ended up doing.
It was a miracle she didn't hate him.
I love you, Father.
One of his claws brushed against the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice, looking in the direction of the moon. His snout raised, lips opening, peering into the past, to his silver wolf carrying the silver pup, inheriting her lovely fur.
He seemed about to say something.
Thought better of it.
There was no one to listen.
The Dire Alpha closed his jaws, alone in his stone castle once more.
-
"Do you want to go on a date?"
"A date?"
"Yeah, I made a reservation at a fancy restaurant and they have an extensive meat selection, so I thought..." Jungkook's face turned pink and he shifted his eyes. "Since some places don't have many menu options for Dires... anyway, maybe we could dress up all fancy and pretend to be high class and all that superficial stuff?"
You blinked at him.
"I'm the Dire Alpha's child, Jungkook. There isn't much higher class for Dires than the Alpha himself."
"R-right..." Jungkook coughed. "Just me then."
"If you're going to be my mate, then you'll be the same class as me."
"Oh... that's right, uh...” An awkward pause. “I take back the part about being superficial."
You let out a mirthful bark. "I'm not offended. My father has quite gaudy and old-fashioned taste. He's a bit sensitive about it when I object." You nuzzled into Jungkook's arms, silvery tail curling around him. "Is there a dress code? We don't have to look fancy to eat fancy."
You heard Jungkook fall silent. You looked up at him, tilting your head, silvery ears perked. Jungkook chewed on his very swollen lip.
"I... wanna see you in a dress. With your ears and tail out," he said slowly, chocolate eyes finding yours. "Feels like so many Dires try to hide it and I wish... wish it wasn't like that. I also just really want to take you on a nice date." He reached up and stroked the fur on one of your ears, expression rueful. "You can wear whatever you want, but I think you would look beautiful in a dark blue dress."
"I don't own a dress."
"What?"
You flicked your ear thoughtfully.
"Do you have another reason, Jungkook?"
"... Uh..."
"Say, perhaps... showing me off?"
Jungkook's face turned bright red. "W-Well, yeah! You're the love of my life! I want to make people jealous of your hotness!"
You cocked his eyebrow, slightly vexed. "Hm, eager to flaunt that you bedded the Alpha's kin?"
Jungkook blinked at you. "What? Speak Korean please."
You paused, the irritation subsiding. That's right. He always forgot your position. By accident, you had slipped into more formal terms due to your annoyance. You were being unfair. Jungkook wasn't a pugnacious Dire chasing an ambition. He was just a guy who worked at a records store and liked being drooled on by you.
Okay, that was a little harsh, but kind of true.
"Sorry, I assumed something again," you apologized. "I'm too used to people having ulterior motives when they interact with me."
"I have ulterior motives," Jungkook piped up.
You felt him try to grab your hips and lift you, but you firmly stayed in place. Jungkook swore under his breath.
"Why do I work out five days a week and I still can't move you?" he puffed exasperatedly, shaking you by the waist.
"I'm shifting my center of gravity to counteract you–"
"Can't you romance or seduce me instead of science-ing me?"
Silence.
"No, that doesn't count," Jungkook gritted out, trying to resist.
You opened your mouth and he was on you in a heartbeat.
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- It Takes Two - Pt.3
(Mammon x GN!MC)
Warnings: Angst to fluff, mentions of drunkenness and being taken advantage of, implied seggs
Notes: S/N = succubus name (too lazy to come up with one and that hoe don’t matter lol) also, if it’s garbage I’m sorry lol thanks for reading!!
“Absolutely not.” Satan deadpanned, arms crossed as he scowled at his brother.
“C’mon, Satan. This is important!” He insisted, unwavering under his younger brother’s glare as they bickered back and forth in the fourth born’s doorway.
After seeing you in the kitchen and finally being able to talk to you, to simply be near you, for the first time in over a week, he was too excited to fall back asleep. Instead, he used that time to come up with the brilliant plan he was currently rushing around to execute. If Satan would just cooperate, that is.
“Look, I just need to borrow it, okay? Just for today, then I’ll give it back.”
“Do you remember what happened last time a bangle like this was used in this house?”
Mammon shuddered lightly at the memory of the punishment he and Satan had received for putting the last truth bangle on Lucifer, just for him to destroy it in a matter of seconds.
“I’ll never forget it.” He promised, expression going blank as he unwillingly reminisced. He shook his head lightly, as if clearing his thoughts and coming back to the current mission at hand, “Doesn’t matter though, I for real need to borrow it.”
“No.” The blonde demon stated once more, attempting to close the door on his brother. Mammon put his foot in the doorway and placed a hand on the door. Satan sighed, becoming quite irritated. It quickly dissipated upon seeing his brother's expression.
Naturally, they all knew what was going on. At this point, who didn’t? But to see his brother now, the shell of the man he usually is, a desperation in his eyes he’s never seen before, was a little alarming to be honest. And you, seeing the way you’d been handling everything was far more painful to watch; for all of them. Because of this knowledge, and the level of agony that can be read in one’s eyes; Satan relented.
He sighed heavily and opened the door all the way, stepping aside and motioning for his brother to come in.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m doing this for MC.” He clarified.
It’s not as if he was lying, but he’d rather spend an entire day bonding with Lucifer than admit he misses the old Mammon.
-
Mammon was fidgety the entire day as he impatiently awaited for the perfect opportunity to set everything in motion, just as he’d so ingeniously planned. It would absolutely prove to you that he’s telling the truth, put all the rumors that have been circulating to rest, and get the succubus to confess to her part in all of it. All he had to do was wait until his last class of the day, Seductive Speechcraft; the only class he shared with you and the succubus both.
You had an oral assignment due today and had to pair up randomly, stand at the front of the class and seduce your partner. He hadn’t been too concerned about the project because well, he had you. It’s not like he hasn’t seduced you before, and vice versa. Not to mention that no one else would dare pick you as a partner since it was a well known fact that the two of you are together. ...Were together.
Thinking of your relationship in the past tense made his heart ache.
He was practically bouncing in his seat with how restless he’d become. You were here in this class, just a few tables behind his. He tried to casually turn back and steal a few glances of you, but every time he did, you looked away. The permanent red rings that seemed to adorn your eyes now were like a knife to the gut.
His plan had to work. It had to. He couldn’t go on much longer, knowing the kind of pain you’re in. The pain he caused.
She caused.
“Mammon.” The professor called, gesturing for him to come to the front. He jumped up from his seat, nearly running to the front.
This is it. It’s time to get MC back.
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“S/N.”
The room erupted in whispers, everyone turning to look at you. You sank down in your chair slightly, feeling as heat flooded your face. Embarrassment, anger, pain and probably a dozen more emotions surged through you. Asmo, who was sitting next to you, reached out and placed his hand on your arm that was resting on the table.
How does this count as proving his innocence? I should’ve known better. I’m such an idiot..
She stood from her seat slowly, turning back to look at you, a smug smile on her dumb face. You swallowed hard, the stinging in your eyes a warning of the tears that were to come. A few colorful words quietly slipped past Asmos’s lips as he gently squeezed your arm, giving you a sorrowful look.
She pranced to the front happily, Mammon’s face mirroring hers, making your stomach churn harshly.
If I lie and say I’m going to the bathroom, I wonder if I can sneak off to the HOL...
The professor nodded to them, signaling they could begin whenever they were ready. Mammon nodded, reaching into his pocket as he turned back toward the succubus. He fished out a bracelet of some kind. He gently grabbed her hand and slipped the bangle on her wrist. She giggled and looked at it in awe. You could feel the bile rising in your throat, as the hole in your chest grew, making you certain it was visible on the outside.
“I got ya this unique bangle. I hope it brings ya as much happiness as it will for me.” Her brows furrowed slightly at his words, unsure of what he was implying. She shook it off quickly, turning her heart eyes back to him.
“When I first saw ya, I thought you were insanely beautiful and I knew I had to make you mine.” He began.
“It didn’t take long for you to win me over, using your charm and pretty words to reel me in.” He said, smiling at her. Her face was flushed as she soaked up the words that were tearing you apart.
Mammon dropped the hand that had still been holding hers from when he slipped the bracelet on, “But, that’s all it was, huh? Charm and pretty words.” Your ears perked up at the slight change in his tone.
“What?” She questioned, a look of confusion replacing her infatuated one.
“You only wanted me for what ya could get outta me. Grimm, clothes, jewelry. When I realized that, I broke it off.”
“How is this considered seducing?” She griped, crossing her arms over her chest, lips contorting into a pout.
“Be patient, the best part is coming up.” He beamed at her.
“Where was I? Oh, right!” He began, turning his gaze on you, the class following suit. You sank a little further into your chair.
“Fast forward a few hundred years and now MC and me are together and couldn't be happier. Like, I’ve never been so happy in my entire life. But, for some reason you hated that, huh?” She glared at him through narrowed eyes. “Yes, I did.”
She gasped, throwing a hand up to cover her mouth; shocked by her own words.
“Why?” He pressed.
“Because MC has become so popular. Like, they’re just a stupid human. What’s so great about them that they get the attention of every high ranking demon in all of the Devildom?” She blurted out, eyes filling with horror as she realized she couldn’t stop the words, the truth, from spilling out like word vomit.
Whispers could be heard once more throughout the room, eyes darting back and forth between you and them.
“Is that why ya confronted MC after school last week?” He continued.
“Yeah. I wanted to hurt their feelings, knock them down a peg. Let them know that they aren’t that special just because they have what I had first.” She gasped again, shocked by how easily she was spilling her guts.
“What is going on?!” She hissed at him as she nervously looked around the room at their fellow demons, and you, staring at her.
The corner of his mouth pulled up slightly, “Oh, did I forget to mention that that bangle makes the person wearin’ it only speak the truth? Must’a slipped my mind.” He scoffed lightly, tapping his forehead a few times.
Oh my Diavolo.. the truth bangle..
Having remembered when you and Levi borrowed it from Satan to put on Mammon because of that game of Levi’s you got stuck in, you were fairly certain you knew where this was going. A small feeling of hope blossomed in your stomach.
With eyes as big as saucers, she desperately clawed at the bangle like some feral animal caught in a trap.
“Only the person who put it on can take it off.” He informed her, another smirk on his face.
Her head snapped up to look at Mammon, who was already staring at her. He leaned in, his words only meant for her ears.
“Time to pay for what ya did.” He whispered venomously, causing her to recoil slightly.
“Movin’ on.” He leaned up quickly, shooting you a glance before continuing. A look you’d seen many times before.
That was his ‘I have an ace up my sleeve’ look.. He’s definitely up to something. You thought to yourself.
“Let’s talk about last week at the club. Tell us what happened.” He said, walking the floor around her. The way he was talking to her was as if he were a talk show host trying to pull the latest tea out of his guest.
“I went with some friends, but decided to snoop in the VIP lounges to see if I could flirt my way into some free drinks. And I found you in one of the lounges, clearly drunk off your ass. Oh, and you were whining about that stupid human.” She rolled her eyes. The look on Mammon’s face, the bubbling anger, didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“Okay, I’m gonna have to stop you for a moment. I don’t really see how this fits into Seductive Speechcraft.” The professor chimed in.
“It’s gettin’ there, I promise.” Mammon assured him. The professor eyed him curiously, then nodded.
“Alright, so after ya found me in the VIP lounge, what happened next? Tell us everythin’.”
She shook her head wildly from side to side in protest of continuing, knowing she would be doomed if the truth got out, but the bangles magic was too strong.
“I tried talking to you, but you kept being an ass, once again, whining about the human.” She scoffed, “ Then, I sat down next to you and started flirting with you, whispering in your ear and stuff, then you jumped up. But, you got really lightheaded from the quick movement and sat down again. You were very, very intoxicated.” She explained, panting; becoming physically exhausted as she tried to fight the bracelets magic.
So far everything is just as he said. Which means the next part is..
Sweat beaded on her forehead and her face paled as the words that revealed her for what she was started to come out.
“I thought that since you were so wasted you’d give in to me, so I climbed into your lap. We started making out and it was getting pretty hot, pretty fast, but then you kept saying their name over and over and over. So I went along with it. You were so wasted you didn’t know what was going on, you were going to ruin me on that couch, thinking I was them and I wasn’t going to stop you. You were almost mine again, but before anything good happened the human and Asmodeus walked in and ruined everything.”
She clapped her hands over her mouth as tears began welling up in her eyes. Everyone in the room was staring at her wide eyed and whispering. D.D.D. 's all over the room were snapping pictures and recording video of the chaos. She was ruined.
Mammon quickly grabbed her hand and slipped the bracelet off her wrist. The succubus ran from the room red faced and in tears after outing herself as a jealousy fueled, manipulative predator.
You were shell shocked.
Everything was true. Every bit of it. He didn’t betray you, break your heart. Even completely out of it, all he thought about was you..
You’ve spent the entirety of the last seven days believing the one person you’d fully trusted with your heart, the only person you’ve ever loved so much that they just felt like home, had completely stabbed you in the back and broke your heart.
But he was taken advantage of when he was in a bad way, and he was innocent.
“So… you’re not going to do a Seductive Speechcraft presentation? Because although it was entertaining, your little show doesn’t count.” The professor interrupted the commotion, looking at Mammon expectantly.
Mammon turned to you and motioned for you to come to him. Like the love struck fool you were, you obliged; eagerly rushing to the front of the class. He reached for your hand as soon as you came to him, cradling it softly in his with misty eyes as he looked at you.
“Mammon, I-” You began but was quickly interrupted when he put his finger to your lips, shushing you.
“Hang on, MC. I got somethin’ I really need to tell ya, okay?” His expression was serious yet soft.
“You are the most important thing to me in all the realms. I don’t care that you’re a human and I’m a demon. That don’t matter to me. I’ve never been happier in all the millenia I’ve been around.” His bottomless blue eyes bore into yours as he fiddled with your fingers nervously.
“I swore to ya that I’d never do anythin’ to hurt ya, and I meant it MC. I didn’t want her, and I still don’t. You’re the only thing I ever want for the rest of my life. I love ya, MC. And I’ll spend every day provin’ it to ya.”
With tears streaming down your face you threw your arms around his neck, smashing your lips to his hungrily. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you as close as possible as your lips moved together desperately.
“Although it was odd and took you entirely too long, I guess I’ll give it a B+. ..Ok, that’s enough, break it up. Hey! Do I need to get a hose?”
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Devilgram was quickly flooded with pictures and videos of S/N’s multiple, embarrassing confessions, effectively putting to rest all the rumors that had been circulating as of late.
After being scolded heavily by the professor and even more so by Lucifer for your very public display of affection, the two of you locked yourselves in his bedroom.
“Thankfully Satan let you borrow that bangle.” You were sitting up against his headboard while his head rested in your lap facing your belly, arms wrapped around you snugly refusing to move even a centimeter.
“Mhmm.” He hummed sleepily as you carded your fingers through his hair, ever so slightly scratching his scalp with every pass. It’s the most relaxed he’s been in what feels like eternity.
“Probably made spilling your guts in front of everyone a little easier, too.” You teased lightly in regards to his tsundere tendencies.
“I wasn’t wearin’ the bangle.” He stated, matter-of-fact.
“What?” Your hand paused in his hair.
“Ya talkin’ about all the stuff I said to ya back there? Yeah, I wasn’t wearin’ the bangle. I don’t need to be forced to tell ya how much you mean to me. Not anymore.” He pulled you down onto the bed, causing an outburst of giggles from you, until he was hovering directly above you. His hand rested softly against the side of your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek; his sapphire eyes overflowing with love and adoration.
“Since the first time ya smiled at me, the first time ya said my name; Hell, even from the second I saw ya, it’s only been you. I would go to the ends of time or destroy an entire realm single handed, if it means you’ll always be mine; if you’ll always love me and stay by my side. Till my heart stops, it’s yours.”
Feather light fingertips trailed down the side of your face to your jawline. His thumb reached up to wipe away a lone tear that you let slip at his words, as he wrapped his arm underneath your body, pulling you to him until you were completely flush to his body. His lips met yours softly, lovingly; sending electricity through your veins.
The rest of the afternoon, and part of the next day, was spent making up for lost time.
And, as for what happened to S/N, aside from being publicly humiliated with her reputation in shambles, as it should be; let’s just say you know a certain book worm of a demon who loves curses and hexes, especially minorly inconveniencing ones, that was willing to teach you a few new things.
Who knows? Maybe she will enjoy finding crumbs in every pair of shoes or socks she will ever wear.
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