#[ in her kiss you taste revolution | musings ]

[rcguish]

pantheon aesthetic.

Bold what applies to your muse. Italicize what partially applies to your muse.

APHRODITE . laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO . glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES . armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS . keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA . discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER . soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS . drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS . the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA . resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES . devil may care smile. always up to date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keys of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON . storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for DIY projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS . thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. highrise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

tagging : you! steal and tag me tagged by: @evoblue tysm <3

[evoblue]

pantheon aesthetic.

Bold what applies to your muse. Italicize what partially applies to your muse.

APHRODITE . laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO . glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES . armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS . keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiverfull of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA . discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER . soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS . drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS . the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA . resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES . devil may care smile. always up to date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keys of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON . storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for DIY projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS . thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. highrise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

tagging @alolynn-heart @greenxprof @silentchamp @mirroredranger @moonkssd @gruusha @rcguish @astrclvoyages @ofheartandsoul @allthingsglittergold and anyone in PJs lol

[kleinstar]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS

Bold all that apply to your muse~ Italicize the “conditional” ones.

APHRODITE     laughter-loving, sweet smiles,  dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair,  thrives on attention,  sees the world as a runway,  unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love,  stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips,  secret daggers,  doves,  revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves,  flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach,  staring wistfully from a balcony,  this is how to be a heartbreaker,  your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive,  wants to be adored,  gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO     glitz and glamour,  art galleries, turning the volume up,  being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets,  notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight,  the powerful urge to create,  collecting vinyl records,  beautiful cover of wonderwall,  playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine,  healing touch,  speaking in prophecies,  smile mingled wrath, sporting shades,  hanging out at music festivals with their friends,  sleeps naked, arrow to the heart,  paint brushes,  probably has a Tinder account.

ARES     armed for battle,  wants to raise a dog with their significant other,  soft spot for children,  gives piggyback rides,  scarred body,  blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love,  warm hugs, well-worn combat boots,  boxing gloves,  bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles,  fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison,  more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think (i feel like tough shell is a bit strong word for eiden kfkgkg),  exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS     keen sense of a hunter,  freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes,  disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows,  the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars,  mother doe and her fawn,  protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake,  quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree,  running with wolves,  bonding while circled around a campfire,  not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos,  patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA     discerning gaze,  unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums,  owl perched on their finger,  armor that intimidates,  eye for architecture,  plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid,  big fan of logic,  loves brain teasers,  go-getter,  balls of wool displayed on shelves,  ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER     soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun,  being the mom-friend,  can lift you and your friends,  flowers kept in the pockets of overalls,  takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind,  stalks of wheat,  picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain,  values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone,  curls crowned with flowers,  folded pile of sweaters in warm hues,  pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS     drunk shitposter,  on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second,  seductive smirks, untamed curls,  rich fabrics on dark skin,  sleek-furred panthers,  theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation,  rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch,  wild parties that last from sundown to sunup,  creeping vines, inspiring loyalty,  grand opera houses,  masquerade balls,  rolls of film,  shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS     sweaty brow,  flame burning in their eyes,  inventive mind,  broad shoulders,  steampunk goggles,  nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes,  striking a match,  blueprints for future projects,  fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness,  work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts,  iron melted in blazing fire,  huge jackets, crafting masterpieces,  greased-stained overalls,  fascination with robotics,  pain is fuel,  stack of weaponry,  even their muscles have muscles.

HERA  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines,  cows grazing on a pasture,  cool rain, loving and hating fiercely,  hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals,  plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims,  romance to realism,  pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it,  downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded,  knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul,  marble and gold.

HERMES     devil-may-care smile,  ink-stained hands,  always up-to-date on the latest technology,  will steal your french fries,  does it for the vine,  shitposter,  puts googly eyes on everything,  meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners,  spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop,  shooting hoops on the basketball court,  chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations,  goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s,  hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON  storm with skin,  colorful coral reefs,  waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell,  stroking the soft fur of a cat,  their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks,  clothes smeared with paint,  owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more,  leather jackets,  fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page,  nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle,  compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS     thunder in their heart,  running on coffee and tea,  flash of lightning,  natural charisma,  eloquence, badass in a nice suit,  aficionado of history,  force of nature,  lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do,  nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings,  planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano,  maintains order,  strong handshake,  juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease,  most likely to be voted class president out of their peers,  expensive watch

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒?

please repost, don’t reblog ! bold what always apply to your muse / italicize what applies only sometimes, depending upon verse .

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𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬. laughter-loving,   sweet smiles,    dressed in silk and satin,    flower in their hair,    sees the world as a runway,    unapologetically sexual,    the sea washing their ankles,    in love with love,    stirrer of passion,   cunning concealed by painted lips,    secret daggers,    doves,    revolution in their kiss,    delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks,   strolling along the beach,  staring wistfully from a balcony,  this is how to be a heartbreaker,   wants to be adored,    gets turned on by danger.

𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶.    glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺.   armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑺.     keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹.   soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑺𝑼𝑺.   drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

𝑯𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑺. the calloused hands of someone who knows labour, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑨.  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑺.    devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑵.      storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

𝒁𝑬𝑼𝑺.    thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule.

[astoldbycrimson]

MUSE: Shadow

APHRODITE:     laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair,    sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,     the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,      stirrer  of  passion,      cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,    secret  daggers,     doves,      revolution  in  their  kiss,      delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,      staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony,    this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,      wants  to  be  adored,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO:       glitz  and  glamour,      art  galleries,      turning  the  volume  up,      being  made  of  gold,     neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry,    bathing  in  the  sunlight,     the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,      playing  multiple  instruments,      tasting  like  sunshine,      healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies,     smile  mingled  with  wrath,     shunning  lies,     sporting  shades,      hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,      sleeps  naked,     arrow  to  the  heart,     paint  brushes,      probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES:       armed  for  battle,      wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other,   soft  spot  for  children,      gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,     blood  on  their   hands  and  face,      willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,     fights  against  injustice,      warm  hugs,      well-worn  combat  boots,      boxing gloves,      bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,      fist  raised  in  protest,      ignites  revolutions,     fear  is  a  prison,      more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think,   exhausted,     damaged  goods,     force  to  be  reckoned  with,      red  roses,      curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS:       keen  sense  of  a  hunter,       freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,    piercing  eyes,      disheveled  braid,      moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,      mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     protecting  their  kin,      the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,     quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,     running  with  wolves,     bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,      not  being  much  of  a  people  person,      arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,      patience  on  3%,     touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA:     discerning  gaze,      unreadable  face,      quiet  museums,      owl  perched  on  their  finger,  armor  that  intimidates, eye  for  architecture, plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses, studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid, big  fan  of  logic, loves  brain  teasers,  ancient  buildings, sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors, hair  done  up, can  kill  you  with  their  brain,   heads  to  the  library  often  to  research, sharpened  pencils, abs  that  can  cut  steel, stoic  statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER:      soil-covered  hands, smile  that  can  bloom  flowers, skin  loved  by  the  sun, being  the  mom-friend, can  lift  you  and  your  friends, flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls, takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden, speaks  to  their  plants, leaves  rustling  in  the  wind, stalks  of  wheat, picking  fruit, greenhouses,    heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain, values  simplicity, daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone, curls  crowned  with  flowers, folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues, pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS: drunk  shitposter, on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second, seductive  smirks,      untamed curls,       rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,      sleek-furred  panthers, theater  masks, stage  productions, receiving  a  standing  ovation, rose  caught  between  their  teeth,  being  the  baby  of  the  bunch, wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup, creeping  vines, inspiring  loyalty, grand  opera  houses, masquerade  balls, rolls  of  film, shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor, pouring  champagne  into  flutes,      lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS:     the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,     sweaty  brow, flame  burning  in  their  eyes, inventive  mind, broad  shoulders, steampunk  goggles, nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes, ashes, striking  a  match, blueprints  for  future  projects, fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness, work  boots  have  seen  better  years, wrinkled  plaid  shirts, iron  melted  in  blazing  fire, huge  jackets, crafting  masterpieces, greased-stained  overalls, fascination  with  robotics, pain  is  fuel, stack  of  weaponry, even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA:       resting  bitch  face, dressed  to  the  nines, cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,   cool  rain, loving  and  hating  fiercely, hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals, plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims, romance  to  realism, pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane, files  that  under  fuck  it, downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix, like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded, knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man, dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul,      marble  and  gold.

HERMES:     devil-may-care  smile, always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology, will  steal  your  french  fries, does  it  for  the vine, shitposter, puts  googly  eyes  on  everything, meme  hoarder, long  drives  on  the  highway, ma  and  pop  diners,      spontaneous  road  trips, folded  maps, fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,      shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court, chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,     goes  jogging  in  the  morning,      mixes  redbull  with  coffee, menace  on  april fool’s, hoodies  and  sneakers.    

POSEIDON:     storm  with  skin, colorful  coral  reefs, waves  crashing  against  the  shore, stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat, their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop, tousled  locks, clothes  smeared  with  paint, owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more, leather  jackets,      fondness  for  diy  projects, handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page, nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin, velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams, mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea, the  roar  of  a  motorcycle, compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS:     thunder  in  their  heart,   running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma, eloquence,     badass  in  a  nice  suit,    aficionado  of  history,     force of nature,   lenny  face,     nightmare-filled  nights,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,    high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,      technician  on  the  piano,     maintains  order,      strong  handshake,     juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,    expensive watch.

[shiningstages]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS. repost, don't reblog!

muse chosen: atlas ( because brainrot )

APHRODITE / LOVE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger

APOLLO / SUN.   glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account

ARES / WAR.   armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

ARTEMIS / WILDERNESS.   keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA / WISDOM.   discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes

DEMETER / HARVEST. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS / MADNESS.   drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS / CRAFTSMANSHIP.   the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA / MARRIAGE.   resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES / MESSENGER.   devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON / SEA.   storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS / SKY.   thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch

tagged by : NO ONE but dante and serin did it on dash so <3

[heroftruth]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒?

please repost, don’t reblog !bold what always apply to your muse / italicize what applies only sometimes, depending upon verse.

𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑺. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑺𝑼𝑺. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

𝑯𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑺. the calloused hands of someone who knows labour, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑨. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑺. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑵. storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

𝒁𝑬𝑼𝑺. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule.

[aspens-orchard]

Tagged by @flock-keeper

Tagging @x-whiskeylullaby-x (whichever muse you want :>)

For Flint:

APHRODITE:     laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair,    sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,     the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,      stirrer  of  passion,      cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,    secret  daggers,     doves,      revolution  in  their  kiss,      delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,      staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony,    this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,      wants  to  be  adored,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO:       glitz  and  glamour,      art  galleries,      turning  the  volume  up,      being  made  of  gold,     neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry,    bathing  in  the  sunlight,     the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,      playing  multiple  instruments,      tasting  like  sunshine,      healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies,     smile  mingled  with  wrath,     shunning  lies,     sporting  shades,      hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,      sleeps  naked,     arrow  to  the  heart,     paint  brushes,      probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES: armed  for  battle,   wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other,   soft  spot  for  children,      gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,     blood  on  their   hands  and  face,      willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,     fights  against  injustice,      warm  hugs,   well-worn  combat  boots,      boxing gloves,  bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,  fist  raised  in  protest,      ignites  revolutions,     fear  is  a  prison,      more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think,   exhausted,     damaged  goods,     force  to  be  reckoned  with,      red  roses,      curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS: keen  sense  of  a  hunter,       freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,    piercing  eyes,      disheveled  braid,      moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,      mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     protecting  their  kin,      the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,     quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,     running  with  wolves,     bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,      not  being  much  of  a  people  person,      arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,      patience  on  3%,     touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA: discerning  gaze,      unreadable  face,      quiet  museums,      owl  perched  on  their  finger,  armor  that  intimidates, eye  for  architecture, plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses, studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid, big  fan  of  logic, loves  brain  teasers,  ancient  buildings, sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors, hair  done  up, can  kill  you  with  their  brain,   heads  to  the  library  often  to  research, sharpened  pencils, abs  that  can  cut  steel, stoic  statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER: soil-covered  hands, smile  that  can  bloom  flowers, skin  loved  by  the  sun, being  the  mom-friend, can  lift  you  and  your  friends, flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls, takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden, speaks  to  their  plants, leaves  rustling  in  the  wind, stalks  of  wheat, picking  fruit, greenhouses,    heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain, values  simplicity, daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone, curls  crowned  with  flowers, folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues, pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS: drunk  shitposter, on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second, seductive  smirks,      untamed curls,       rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,      sleek-furred  panthers, theater  masks, stage  productions, receiving  a  standing  ovation, rose  caught  between  their  teeth,  being  the  baby  of  the  bunch, wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup, creeping  vines, inspiring  loyalty, grand  opera  houses, masquerade  balls, rolls  of  film, shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor, pouring  champagne  into  flutes,  lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS: the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,  sweaty  brow, flame  burning  in  their  eyes, inventive  mind, broad  shoulders, steampunk  goggles, nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes, ashes, striking  a  match, blueprints  for  future  projects, fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness, work  boots  have  seen  better  years, wrinkled  plaid  shirts, iron  melted  in  blazing  fire, huge  jackets, crafting  masterpieces, greased-stained  overalls, fascination  with  robotics, pain  is  fuel, stack  of  weaponry, even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA: resting  bitch  face, dressed  to  the  nines, cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,   cool  rain, loving  and  hating  fiercely, hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals, plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims, romance  to  realism, pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane, files  that  under  fuck  it, downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix, like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded, knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man, dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul,      marble  and  gold.

HERMES: devil-may-care  smile, always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology, will  steal  your  french  fries, does  it  for  the vine, shitposter, puts  googly  eyes  on  everything, meme  hoarder, long  drives  on  the  highway, ma  and  pop  diners, spontaneous  road  trips, folded  maps, fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,  shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court, chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations, goes  jogging  in  the  morning,      mixes  redbull  with  coffee, menace  on  april fool’s, hoodies  and  sneakers.

POSEIDON: storm  with  skin, colorful  coral  reefs, waves  crashing  against  the  shore, stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat, their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop, tousled  locks, clothes  smeared  with  paint, owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more, leather  jackets,      fondness  for  diy  projects, handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page, nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin, velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams, mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea, the  roar  of  a  motorcycle, compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS: thunder  in  their  heart,   running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma, eloquence,     badass  in  a  nice  suit,    aficionado  of  history,     force of nature,   lenny  face,     nightmare-filled  nights,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,    high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,      technician  on  the  piano,     maintains  order,      strong  handshake,     juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,    expensive watch.

[vohunara]

:: ⨇ // ㅤㅤㅤ𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒? 

Please, repost, don’t reblog! Bold what always apply to your muse / italicize what applies only sometimes, depending upon verse.

TAGGED BY: @viaetor  MWA. TAGGING: @ccaptain / @aaleaqlania​, democracy dies with me

𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬. laughter-loving,   sweet smiles,    dressed in silk and satin,    flower in their hair,    sees the world as a runway,    unapologetically sexual,    the sea washing their ankles,    in love with love,    stirrer of passion,   cunning concealed by painted lips,    secret daggers,    doves,    revolution in their kiss,    delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks,   strolling along the beach,  staring wistfully from a balcony,  this is how to be a heartbreaker,   wants to be adored,    gets turned on by danger.

𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶.    glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺.   armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑺.     keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹.   soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑺𝑼𝑺.   drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

𝑯𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑺. the calloused hands of someone who knows labour, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑨.  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑺.    devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑵.      storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

𝒁𝑬𝑼𝑺.    thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule.

[bijoumikhawal]

First lines game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I was tagged by @lorenzobane. I actually (not purposely) haven't been writing much fic recently (as anyone waiting for updates on bitter almonds may have noticed). I've been taking an IT support class and doing some reading, it's taken up a lot of my time. Also the next chapter of bitter almonds deals with The Muse, which is a complicated episode and I don't want to fuck up.

Garak was staring down at a holoprojector- one of the ones that sat on a bedside table or mantle and played a minute of soundless footage. (Untitled snippet)

The oldest law, if you ignore the laws from gods, is this: if someone wants you dead, kill them first. (I've batted around the idea of a personal fic challenge where I try to get to the core of an OC in a 100 word minimum oneshot; this is for Raska, a cousin of Garak's)

"Your cousin called me an crocodile earlier.' Garak said, bemused. (Eat you up)

Garak always let out such noises. Some were recognizable- moans, gasps, panted breath. (Chapter 6, your kisses taste like bitter almonds)

Julian exited the refresher to see Garak eyeing his desk carefully, and returning his paperweight to its original position. (A Light Touch)

My Dear Mr. Garak, My prose is better than my poetry as you know, so while it would be fitting for me to write you poetry I am ashamed to say you must settle for prose. (The Beetle and the Moon)

"Please, Garak!" Julian begged, near screaming as the vibrators turned down in their intensity, and flinched as that earned his already stinging cunt a hard slap. (Returning the Favor)

Kira made her way up to the upper level of Quark's, wanting somewhere quiet and out of the way to nurse her drink. She spotted Julian almost immediately- it was hard not to. His joy cast a large light, and respectively his sorrow cast a long shadow. (Airing it out)

Julian waited until it was 2400, then set his feet to make a visit. (White Fire)

It all started the first time Dr. Bashir invited Garak to watch him play racquetball. It featured the same mechanism, after all; something long, held in the hand, precisely aimed to hit something else. Garak at least had the decency not to think untoward thoughts until halfway through the game, when he'd had a particular look in his eye as he hit the ball. A cold, steady look. (A Pain in Disguise)

Tagging @wanderingwriter87 @ofhouseadama @tokidokifish @subatoism @irresistible-revolution @enbygesserit @xenobotanist. Naturally feel free to ignore or just hop on if you like!

[luckykatstravels]

pantheon aesthetic.

Bold what applies to your muse. Italicize what partially applies to your muse.

APHRODITE . laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO . glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES . armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS . keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiverfull of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA . discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER . soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS . drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS . the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA . resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES . devil may care smile. always up to date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keys of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON . storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for DIY projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS . thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. highrise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

Stolen from @greenxprof Tagging whoever wants to do it!

[greenxprof]

pantheon aesthetic.

Bold what applies to your muse. Italicize what partially applies to your muse.

APHRODITE . laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO . glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES . armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS . keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiverfull of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA . discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER . soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS . drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS . the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA . resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES . devil may care smile. always up to date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keys of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON . storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for DIY projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS . thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. highrise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

tagging: everyone reading this

[hollowfaith]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS

Bold all that apply to your muse~ Italicize the “conditional” ones.

APHRODITE     laughter-loving, sweet smiles,  dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair,  thrives on attention,  sees the world as a runway,  unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love,  stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips,  secret daggers,  doves,  revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves,  flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach,  staring wistfully from a balcony,  this is how to be a heartbreaker,  your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive,  wants to be adored,  gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO     glitz and glamour,  art galleries, turning the volume up,  being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets,  notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight,  the powerful urge to create,  collecting vinyl records,  beautiful cover of wonderwall,  playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine,  healing touch,  speaking in prophecies,  smile mingled wrath, sporting shades,  hanging out at music festivals with their friends,  sleeps naked, arrow to the heart,  paint brushes,  probably has a Tinder account.

ARES     armed for battle,  wants to raise a dog with their significant other,  soft spot for children,  gives piggyback rides,  scarred body,  blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love,  warm hugs, well-worn combat boots,  boxing gloves,  bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles,  fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison,  more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think,  exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS     keen sense of a hunter,  freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes,  disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows,  the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars,  mother doe and her fawn,  protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake,  quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree,  running with wolves,  bonding while circled around a campfire,  not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos,  patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA     discerning gaze,  unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums,  owl perched on their finger,  armor that intimidates,  eye for architecture,  plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid,  big fan of logic,  loves brain teasers,  go-getter,  balls of wool displayed on shelves,  ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER     soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun,  being the mom-friend,  can lift you and your friends,  flowers kept in the pockets of overalls,  takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind,  stalks of wheat,  picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain,  values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone,  curls crowned with flowers,  folded pile of sweaters in warm hues,  pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS     drunk shitposter,  on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second,  seductive smirks, untamed curls,  rich fabrics on dark skin,  sleek-furred panthers,  theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation,  rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch,  wild parties that last from sundown to sunup,  creeping vines, inspiring loyalty,  grand opera houses,  masquerade balls,  rolls of film,  shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS     sweaty brow,  flame burning in their eyes,  inventive mind,  broad shoulders,  steampunk goggles,  nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes,  striking a match,  blueprints for future projects,  fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness,  work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts,  iron melted in blazing fire,  huge jackets, crafting masterpieces,  greased-stained overalls,  fascination with robotics,  pain is fuel,  stack of weaponry,  even their muscles have muscles.

HERA  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines,  cows grazing on a pasture,  cool rain, loving and hating fiercely,  hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals,  plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims,  romance to realism,  pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it,  downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded,  knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul,  marble and gold.

HERMES     devil-may-care smile,  ink-stained hands,  always up-to-date on the latest technology,  will steal your french fries,  does it for the vine,  shitposter,  puts googly eyes on everything,  meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners,  spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop,  shooting hoops on the basketball court,  chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations,  goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s,  hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON  storm with skin,  colorful coral reefs,  waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell,  stroking the soft fur of a cat,  their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks,  clothes smeared with paint,  owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more,  leather jackets,  fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page,  nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle,  compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS     thunder in their heart,  running on coffee and tea,  flash of lightning,  natural charisma,  eloquence, badass in a nice suit,  aficionado of history,  force of nature,  lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do,  nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings,  planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano,  maintains order,  strong handshake,  juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease,  most likely to be voted class president out of their peers,  expensive watch

[werspinna]

Your Muse as Greek Gods: Wolfgund Waidmanns

APHRODITE.   laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair,     sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,   the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,    stirrer  of  passion,  cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,     secret  daggers,     doves,     revolution  in  their  kiss,    delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,     staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony,     this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,     wants  to  be  adored,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO.   glitz  and  glamour, art  galleries,     turning  the  volume  up,     being  made  of  gold,     neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry,     bathing  in  the  sunlight,   the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,     playing  multiple  instruments,   tasting  like  sunshine,     healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies, smile  mingled  with  wrath,   shunning  lies,     sporting  shades,     hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,     sleeps  naked,  arrow  to  the  heart,     paint  brushes,     probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES.      armed  for  battle,     wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other, soft  spot  for  children,  gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,     blood  on  their  hands  and  face,  willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,      fights  against  injustice,     warm  hugs,   well-worn  combat  boots,  boxing gloves,   bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,     fist  raised  in  protest,    ignites  revolutions,     fear  is  a  prison,     more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think,    exhausted,     damaged  goods,     force  to  be  reckoned  with,     red  roses,     curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS.     keen  sense  of  a  hunter,   freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,    piercing  eyes,     disheveled  braid,  moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,    mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     protecting  their  kin,   the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,   quiver  full ��of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,    running  with  wolves,   bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,     not  being  much  of  a  people  person,     arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,     patience  on  3%,     touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA.     discerning  gaze,    unreadable  face,   quiet  museums,    owl  perched  on  their  finger,     armor  that  intimidates,     eye  for  architecture,     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses,     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy , big  fan  of  logic,     loves  brain  teasers,     ancient  buildings,     sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors,    hair  done  up,     can  kill  you  with  their  brain,     heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,     sharpened  pencils,   abs  that  can  cut  steel,    stoic  statues,     pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil-covered  hands,    smile  that  can  bloom  flowers,     skin  loved  by  the  sun,     being  the  mom-friend,     can  lift  you  and  your  friends,     flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls,    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,     speaks  to  their  plants,    leaves  rustling  in  the  wind,     stalks  of  wheat,     picking  fruit,     greenhouses,    heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain,     values  simplicity,     daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone,     curls  crowned  with  flowers,     folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,    pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk  shitposter,     on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second,     seductive  smirks,  untamed curls,     rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,     sleek-furred  panthers,     theater  masks,    stage  productions,     receiving  a  standing  ovation,     rose  caught  between  their  teeth,     being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup,     creeping  vines,     inspiring  loyalty,    grand  opera  houses,     masquerade  balls,    rolls  of  film,     shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor,     pouring  champagne  into  flutes,     lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS.     the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,    sweaty  brow,     flame  burning  in  their  eyes,     inventive  mind,    broad  shoulders,     steampunk  goggles,     nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,     ashes,     striking  a  match,     blueprints  for  future  projects,     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness,     work  boots  have  seen  better  years,    wrinkled  plaid  shirts,    iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,     huge  jackets,    crafting  masterpieces,     greased-stained  overalls,     fascination  with  robotics,     pain  is  fuel,     stack  of  weaponry,     even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA.     resting  bitch  face,     dressed  to  the  nines,    cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,    cool  rain,     loving  and  hating  fiercely,     hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals,  plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims,     romance  to  realism,    pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,  downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix,  like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded,    knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man,   dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul,     marble  and  gold.

HERMES.     devil-may-care  smile,     always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology,     will  steal  your  french  fries,     does  it  for  the vine,     shitposter,     puts  googly  eyes  on  everything,     meme  hoarder,     long  drives  on  the  highway,     ma  and  pop  diners,     spontaneous  road  trips,     folded  maps,     fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,     shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court,     chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,     goes  jogging  in  the  morning,     mixes  redbull  with  coffee,     menace  on  april fool’s,     hoodies  and  sneakers.    

POSEIDON.     storm  with  skin,    colorful  coral  reefs,   waves  crashing  against  the  shore,     stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat,     their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop,     tousled  locks,     clothes  smeared  with  paint,     owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,    leather  jackets, fondness  for  diy  projects,     handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page,     nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  lyra,     velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams,     mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,     the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,     compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS.     thunder  in  their  heart,     running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma,     eloquence,    badass  in  a  nice  suit,   aficionado  of  history,     force of nature,     lenny  face,     nightmare-filled  nights,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,     high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,     technician  on  the  piano,   maintains  order,   strong  handshake,    juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,    expensive watch.

[hardheartd]

👀 what would it take for you to murder someone?

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I know I could do it, there’s not a question of if, really, but when. I’m certain I’m on the right side and I’ll do what it takes to insure that justice prevails - which, I know, sounds fatalistic and a little hypocritical, but that’s what we’re up against. We’re not up against people who will ever let up and for this to end, someone has to win - and in every war, there are causalities, on both sides. I’m willing to be a causality in it if I have to be, but I will make damn sure I will take a few of theirs with me.” She stops for a moment. “I’m not a good person, and I know that, but I believe - no, fuck that - I know I’m fighting for the right side. And, I’ll do what I need to do, what other people on my side - good people, better people than me - won’t. And as much as I’d rather my role be something else, I think this is the best place for me in the war that’s coming.”

[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. ���Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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