#I just registered for classes so that’s what spawned this

[daily-ethoslab]

[837] CONFIDENCE!!!

[tragedy-of-commons]

no pickles

stellaron hunters & gn!reader | wc: ~750

In which they get your order wrong. Kafka, dear friend that she is, decides to make it known.

tags/warnings: crack, reader is not described, vague canon-typical violence, comedy, found family, everything is platonic

notes: oops updated formatting

When you first joined the Stellaron Hunters upon Elio’s suggestion (death threat), you never would have imagined the scene unfolding in front of you now.

Silver Wolf is double-dipping a greasy french fry into a dollop of ketchup. Kafka is dabbing her mouth with a napkin after her only sip of whatever soda she decided to humor, and Blade is standing guard by your table like some kind of intimidating fast-food sentry.

You, squished between all of them, lament your existence. Sam got to stay behind to “keep watch”, but you know the truth. His robot suit would terrify any children within a fifty mile radius, and this CosmiBurger is teeming with them. 

“Silver Wolf,” you mutter.

“I’m not sharing,” she answers immediately.

“That’s not what I–! Ugh, whatever. I was gonna ask why you chose this place for lunch. Don’t you think it’s a little below our pay grade?” “We don’t get paid, newbie. Elio doesn’t cover us eating out, so we have to be cheap.”

“You’re just saying that because you blew our budget on Roblox Premium,” you deadpan.

Kafka interjects. “Look on the bright side, hm? The novelty here is something we rarely get to experience - and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bladie this happy.”

You spare a glance at your colleague. His scowl speaks for him.

Ignoring the fact that apparently Kafka’s got jokes now, you heave a sigh and poke at the lump of foil in front of you - a tangible warning of an impending stomach ache. The burger inside will have to serve as sustenance if you don’t want to wait twelve more system hours to eat.

Since Silver Wolf is now preoccupied with one of her handheld consoles, you don’t delay with your squabbling any longer. When you unwrap it and take your first bite, you’re blindsided by the overwhelming sour note of what can only be The Condiment That Shall Not Be Named. You can’t obscure the subsequent (ugly) scrunch of your brow and lips.

“Cyanide?” asks The Gamer That You Will Strangle One Day.

You glare at her and deposit your now even-more-unappetizing sandwich on the table. “You wish. They, uh, just got my order a bit wrong.” There’s a contemplative hum from your side that makes your heart skip a beat. Kafka stops playing with a strand of Blade’s hair to give you a coy smile. “Is that so?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” you complain. “It’s not a big deal, I’m just not a fan of pickles.”

“You should ask for a replacement. After all, you did mention that in your order,” she drawls.

You bristle. “I doubt the employees get paid enough to put up with that.”

Blade speaks for the first time today in that gruff tone of his. “You draw the line there? You’ll slaughter on command but stop at inconveniencing the working class?”

“Everyone’s picking on me! Smear campaign!” you accuse, pointing at the brooding man.

You don’t expect a reply from him, which he honors by staring at your outstretched finger with what could be described as murderous intent. Kafka chuckles.

“It’s the principle of the thing, darling. I’ll handle it.”

“Wai–”

You don’t get another word out before she confidently rises from her seat and saunters over to the register, leaving you with your jaw on the floor. 

Silver Wolf is back to blowing bubblegum and spawn-killing some poor sap, but she makes the time to snicker at your plight. “That’s weak, newbie.”

All you can do is become an idle passenger in your own body as the scene unfolds in front of you. Maybe you try to stop her, but Blade’s lanky arm blocks your path. 

Sometimes you wish she’d just have a little more fear. Kafka converses with the cashier with her innate allure as you resign yourself to your fate of public humiliation.

The words audible over the ringing in your ears sound through the air in Kafka’s dulcet voice.  “They asked for no pickles.”

When she returns from the counter two minutes later with your presumably correct order, you’ve already decided that today has been the most harrowing twenty-four system hours of your long-life. Your stupor is cut short as the new pickleless burger is dropped into your hands like a gift from the Aeons.

“See?” Kafka teases. “It was no trouble at all.”

“..Thanks,” you cough into your hand awkwardly.

Lunch resumes its usual flow, but you’re still stewing in regret that boils down to a simple, bitter thought: You should’ve just ordered the chicken nuggets instead.

[lueurjun]

hufflepuff boyfriend heeseung

feeling really inspired these days idk why, hence why the frequent posts. i might do a written scenario on this too. also lmk if you want more hogwarts enhypen. this is also really long so i’m very sorry about that but i’m running on no sleep it’s 5 am and i’m tired so pls if it’s bad cut me some slack aasdhfkfkdl enjoy

idc what anyone says lee heeseung screams hufflepuff to me

maybe bc i’m a hufflepuff and i want that man in my house

let me have my moment

for the sake of this you guys are also in hufflepuff because this was an impulsive burst of motivation I DONT HAVE A LOT TO WORK WITH RIGHT NOW PLS LET ME LIVE

change it in your mind if you’d like

anyways we’re going for the you fell first, he fell harder trope

i mean who wouldn’t fall at the mere sight of him?

you began harbouring a little crush on him during third year

specifically during potions class when he took the fall for you against snape after you messed up the shrinking potion

he wasn’t even mad. he just gave you a small smile and told you ( gently) to be more careful

you never messed up ever again because if lee heeseung tells you to be careful YOU BE CAREFUL

anyways yes from then on you’re all heart eyes for him any interaction leaves you a bumbling mess

he once sat down next to you in the great hall and you damn near drowned yourself in pumpkin juice

he didn’t reciprocate your crush until fifth year

he’s a lil slow but hey! we got there in the end

his crush specifically started after he got sick and had to spend some time in the hospital wing and you went to great lengths to get past madam pomfrey JUST to give him your notes

you’re an adorable little magic try hard for him like who would go to great lengths like you? no one heeseung should put a ring on it rn

or else i will

jkjk

unless…

ANYWAYS

you’re very good at hiding your crush ( for the most part other than the fact that you freeze whenever he’s around ) but you’re not completely hopeless

heeseung, on the other hand, is absolutely hopeless

anytime you’re in the vicinity this boy becomes a blushing mess

literally heart eyes for you

you notice that he’s acting different and at first it scares you because suddenly he seems distant

and you start panicking

so you go to sunghoon

bad idea

“is heeseung mad at me?”

“yes. he hates you.”

“WHAT?!”

cue jake stepping in with a wild look of panic on his face

“HE DOESN’T HATE YOU!! SUNGHOON WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS OUR DEAR FRIENDS SOULMATE!!! WHY ARE YOU CAUSING TROUBLE?”

sunghoon just sips his pumpkin juice and goes: “funny”

it wasn’t funny you almost cried

little baby hogwarts student riki who follows them around found it hilarious tho

“HA GOOD ONE HYUNG”

jake is like a stressed out father

“riki nishimura eat your toast!”

and you’re just confused because you heard jake call you heeseung’s soulmate in a moment of stress

heeseung is blissfully unaware of the turmoil at the dinner table when he strolls into the great hall

though he goes paler than nearly headless nick when he sees you, his precious little soulmate, surrounded by the group of demon spawns he calls his friends

he manages to go even paler when you stand up and march towards him with a look of determination

and he’s taken by surprise when you yank his tie and drag him out of the great hall prompting many hoots and whistles from your friends

poor heeseung just wanted some breakfast

you pull him into a quiet corner and he’s absolutely petrified

“do you hate me?”

you surprise yourself with how blunt you are

it takes a moment for the question to register in heeseung’s mind and when it does…he starts?? laughing

like manically

him? hate you? that’s the funniest joke he’s ever been told

then he catches onto your ‘wtf’ look and realizes that you’re serious

mortified. sickened. DEVASTATED at the fact that you think he hates you

“no-no! oh my god! no no. i don’t hate you? HATE YOU? ME? Goodness no! I’m sorry I made you feel that way-it’s just…you make me nervous and you’re really good looking and i think-no i KNOW! I KNOW i’m in love with you. please don’t hate me”

honestly you aren’t sure what you was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that

you’re at a loss of words because holy shit

lee heeseung likes- no! no he said loves! he loves you

there’s no words that come out

instead you dry heave and heeseung nearly sobs at the fact that he made you almost throw up with his confession

and that makes him dry heave

so there you both are in the corridor continuously heaving

jake, sunghoon and riki are peeking around the corner watching the whole exchange

one looks perplexed, and the other two look absolutely delighted

“bet you five galleons heeseung throws up first”

“you’re on”

“you are not betting on our friends failure! and riki stop gambling you’re like six”

anyways back to the shit show which is confession land

both of you manage to keep down the contents inside your stomach much to the dismay of sunghoon and riki

“i wasn’t- i got nervous!” you try to explain

“it’s completely fine! i wasn’t meant to confess like that and i already knew you weren’t like-into me—“

sunghoon has had enough

bro pops out from around the corner

“they’ve liked you since before merlin was even cruising around! just date already and spare me of this torture!”

everyone say thank you to sunghoon because after his help, the two of you start dating

finally! this took longer than i anticipated-i got carried away very sorry! okay continue

THE RELATIONSHIP YAY EVERYONE APPLAUD

the professors definitely shipped it and had bets on you both

snape owed mcgonagall twenty galleons

even dumbledore was in on it

holding hands under the table is an absolute must

heeseung does this thing when he senses you getting a bit stressed out in class where he’ll rub his thumb over the back of your hand

finding you both curled up together in the common room is a regular occurrence

you’re both devastatingly awkward but in the cutest way

that’s also really painful to watch sometimes

cue your friend group watching you get all blushy and flustered after shamelessly flirting with each other

“someone break them up before i avada kedavra myself here and now”

dragging heeseung by the tie is a common occurrence

and he has a thing for walking behind you gripping the sides of your shirt or robes

you’re both terribly protective of each other

if anyone hurts heeseung’s feelings, oh boy! not even voldemort would be able to stop you

“did they just insult you, hee? i think they did. HEY YOU! SAY THAT TO HIM AGAIN AND WATCH HOW FAST I RIP EVERY HAIR OUT OF YOUR SCALP, YOU TOAD!”

and if anyone upsets you? oh boy.

he literally shaved someone’s eyebrows off for making you cry. man knows no consequence when it comes to protecting his partner

you both get really shy about pda

so that means whenever you want to share a peck, one of you will hold up a book to hide your faces

making out in the restricted section is a must

the two of you start sneaking off and it becomes noticeable to your friends

“where are they?”

“probably swallowing each others tongues”

when they finally investigate they find out that the two of you have been sneaking off to read muggle stories to each other in the abandoned bathroom

even moaning myrtle cringes at how in love the two of you are

the two of you are really happy

and everyone else is happy that you’re happy

“dibs on naming the future child!”

“sunghoon you are absolutely never naming our baby”

“why not? sunghoon jr lee has a nice ring to it”

you manage to compromise and agree to let sunghoon be the best man at your wedding

he did get the two of you together

perhaps the two of you should repay the favour and find him a match?

[dgrailwar]

Hello Ms Echidna! Uhm......what's going on exactly?

Round 13, Day 2 - The 'Holy Grail'

' …Right. You deserve to know as much. I plan to re-create all of my children felled by humanity in the past, and let them roam the world once more. '

"What?"

' The gods created us- monsters- and then scorned us when our lives did not align with that of humanity. We were nothing but tools.

Guardians. Concepts to keep their orders in place… and yet, again and again we were felled. The slightest twitch outside of the chains imposed by us by the gods, and we were slated for murder. And as we died, humanity sung their own praises over our corpses. My children. My beautiful children. Beheaded, disgraced, ruined for the sake of man's future. My Scylla turned into a beast for daring to love. My Chimera killed, simply due to humanity's hatred. '

' Anthropos and Therion. Man and Monster. The Fates, the Gods, even ourselves… the idea that man and beast could co-exist was nonsense. A pipe dream. Thus, was I given an answer. The 'Heroic Spirit' represented the path of man. If I could re-create my children, and have them walk the path of prosperity alongside humanity. We were all born of the same world, and thus it should not be a sin to want to share it. Rather than existing as separate entities, slowly return to the same path- as children of the World. '

"In other words, summon monsters using a Servant's Saint Graph, registering them as 'heroes' rather than 'monsters'... and then use the power of the Grail to incarnate them. Living beings, forever intertwined with 'humanity' rather than being ostracized as 'monstrosities'."

"And so comes the true purpose of this Grail War. Whichever 'Extra-Class' won would serve as the basis for the Saint Graphs of the soon-to-be-incarnated monsters. A short-form test to see which Class would be the best 'fit'. There's no winner- the only one who would get her wish granted is the goddess Echidna, we'd simply have the glory as serving as the 'basis' for her new spawn."

"However, humanity would only reject the monsters as they arrived. Even the World would. Hence, the shells needed to be grander in nature, rather than simple Heroic Spirits. So that they could defend themselves. Thus, the Extra Class. Humanity would only attempt to slaughter those children again, and thus, we must be stronger than they ever will be. A world of monsters, without humans to kill them, or gods to use them as tools. A safe path for those children."

' …Grandmother… '

"No, I mean, 'Grandma' has a point. Monsters kill humans, humans kill monsters. I mean, obviously not all monsters are evil, but conflict between 'em is just how things are. Like, there's a few good rakshasa, but most of them were just sort of devouring innocents, and so that can't just be left to stand. Even if some monsters are going to be on their best behavior, not all of them will be, and a bunch of superpowered monsters is far from ideal for humanity. It'd be like dropping a ton of raid bosses on the world all at once with no warning."

"And yet, aren't humans themselves capable of monstrous actions? What defines a 'monster' in the eyes of the world? Echidna is a goddess, her children have the same- if not more divine blood- than someone like Heracles or Theseus. Who is to say that they cannot pursue heroic paths if given the chance? If humanity can possess such evil and thrive, then monsters granted humanity's path deserve a similar chance, no?"

"Who cares whether the monsters are evil? Echidna wants to bring back her dead kids, which is far from 'evil'. The issue is that humans aren't willing to share their world. The second something bigger comes along to threaten their status as 'top dog', they'll want to destroy it. It'll be a new Age, with new self-proclaimed 'heroes' popping out the woodwork and killing the monsters. So I guess if you want to progress humanity's development through struggles, I say let 'em go loose."

"…I wish I could be optimistic about this... even the great Saint Martha tamed a loveless beast with kindness. If such feats are truly possible, then a world of monsters and humans isn't out of the question if both sides have open arms, right? But... releasing monsters unto the world, such a thing could be apocalyptic. As Heroic Spirits, such a thing can't be permitted..."

"…"

"But... she misses her kids... is it really bad if she wants them to live again? Isn't that feeling normal for a mom...?"

The massive goddess rumbled, more monsters sloughing out of her form as the chamber shook with her deep sigh.

' …Perhaps other perspectives are needed then. So, Masters... '

"Hold on. Echidna, did you not hear them earlier? From the instant those Masters laid eyes on you, you were a threat. They want us dead. How can you trust their words? They're humans- they'll trick you, and then when your guard is down, lop off your head."

' And I will ask, nonetheless. '

[itsclydebitches]

Karlach hadn’t touched anyone in months. Years? It was hard to tell after being in the Hells so long. She curled in on herself, tight, her fifth bedroll growing charred like all the others. Karlach wondered if Dammon would really be able to invent another upgrade—another miracle she wasn’t sure she deserved. She wondered if Gale would think she was pathetic if she asked for a Mage Hand to hold through the night.

When the footsteps came Karlach had a hand on her ax before she'd even registered the sound. Then new instincts kicked in and she relaxed, turning with a sleepy smile.

“Hey, soldier.”

Tav grunted, yawning hugely behind the blanket they’d wrapped about them like a cloak. They’d doused the fire hours ago—too risky with so many goblins nearby—but Karlach could see Tav shivering, hard enough that their teeth were likely to wake the whole camp. They all but collapsed into the dirt beside her and Karlach couldn’t help but grin at their muffled exclamation. It sounded faintly... relieved?

“You good? Want to share with the class?

“You’re warm.”

Karlach blinked. Yeah? Duh. Obviously. That had been her problem for a while now. ‘Molten and scalding with the power of the literal Hells’ was a better way to put it, but she supposed ‘warm’ wasn’t wrong. She was just about to warn Tav off getting too close when they rolled over with a groan, tension bleeding out of their frame until there was just a Tav-shaped puddle framed in the moonlight. They cracked an eye, sheepish.

“You don't mind, do you? No way I’ll sleep otherwise.”

"What do—?"

Oh. Wait. Tav was cold and she was warm.

Gaping, Karlach shook her head. She tried to say something witty and reassuring, but all that came out was a strangled noise that rang with a gratitude she couldn’t explain—didn’t even realize was going to leave her throat. That must have been enough for Tav though because they mirrored their body to Karlach’s and tucked the blanket tighter, releasing a hand only to wave lazily at the shadows behind them.

“There’s still room,” they called.

“Thank Mystra for that,” Gale said, shuffling quickly into view. He blew on his hands before cocking his head in consideration. “Ah, but that would make me remiss in my thanks, wouldn’t it? Thank Karlach, rather,” and he gave her a bow that was ruined when he tumbled down beside her. “Blasted knees!”

Tav snorted. “Old man.”

“I’ll have you know I am a perfectly respectable age for a human and it is merely this gods’-awful cold that is wreaking havoc on my joints.”

“Chk. You would not last a day in the Astral Plane, wizard. There, it grows cold enough to leave frost on your limbs and enemies shatter when you pierce them, leaving blood-red crystals behind.”

“Is your acclimation to such harsh conditions why you’re joining this little party?”

Lae’zel and Shadowheart approached as a pair, the two of them jostling for space near Karlach’s feet. She resisted the urge to pull back, keep them safe, because Shadowheart sported a rare smile and Lae’zel was arching towards Karlach like a lizard seeking the sun. They brought with them bedrolls and blankets—clear plans to stay.

A pair of red eyes suddenly appeared, hovering ominously for a moment before they solidified into Astarion, surveying the group.

“Well, aren’t you all just adorable,” he purred. “The fearsome defenders of Faerûn felled by a cold night. I’m feeling safer already.”

“Not all of us are blessed with a spawn’s resistance to cold.” Wyll passed by Astarion’s shoulder, pausing only a fraction of a moment before snagging his collar and dragging him along. The fact that Astarion let him wasn’t half as shocking as the smile Wyll gave her while fluffing up his pillow, like having Karlach there was a gift.

One all of them were determined to appreciate.

They settled around her in perfect symmetry then: two above, two below, and one on either side. Karlach thought about saying, “Thank you.” Maybe, “Love you.” The words were still caught in her throat though, too heavy now for the gentle sound of six friends breathing in comfort. Karlach couldn’t disturb that.

So instead she concentrated on the feeling of other bodies lying near and the relaxation gracing Tav’s face. She couldn’t touch them, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t touched.

Smiling, Karlach let the purr of her heart lull her into sleep.

[sburbian-sage]

Hey there, groovyMoonbird again (currently a mage of hope, whats with the hope class)

I talked a bit about this last time ( i apologize about the radical change in tone during that post i figured out a bit back how to make alcohol using some berries i alchemized)

Dont know how long its been for you but its been around 3 months for me since the end of my last session

Ive found myself here alone in this session, as far as i can tell and what youve told me, i either have a solo session or based on what i know about the void class a missing player, but even void doesn't quite line up with some of this

I went ahead and checked a few dungeons before i found a duo-dungeon

Its not blank persay, as it has a large square as the secondary symbol, not sure what this could indicate

Far more alarming however is that my denizen is also gone, im having large stretches where my memory blanks (even when i dont drink) and i continue to be normal blind in my fucked up eye

Said fuck it and went to challenge my denizen in a half drunken rage only to find nothing, everything has been looted and cleared out

Land is nothing special as far as i can tell (land of bushes and swamps)

The reason im so concerned is that i haven't slept at all since starting this session and staring at the square on dungeons makes my teeth hurt and fills my mouth with a sugary saliva , so im certain that i have a doppelganger situation occurring

The consorts are addressing me as two people now

Im afraid that something is very very wrong with this session

Wait, groovyMoonbird, you were the anon stuck in the solo session? Right after getting noclipped into the Furthest Ring? I think you have the worst luck I've ever seen in my life, given the frequency with which you find yourself in improbable situations. Do yourself a favor and please contact a gamebreaking community at some point, I'm sure they'll love you, and also have zillions of questions.

A Saccharine Doppleganger may be possible, if you're experiencing sudden sugar tastings (or sympathetic sugar rushes, which might be contributing to any pain or black-outs), but a lot of this behavior doesn't line up with what scant reports of Saccharine Dopplegangers that exist. While they are copies of you, they aren't player entities. I'm pretty sure the Consorts shouldn't be acknowledging them, and the game registering them another player and generating a false Aspect for them is just straight-up impossible. Killing the denizen is also highly unusual behavior, they usually just shittify your house by making thousands of Fancy Santas, and then they track you down and do something unspeakable to you. Speaking of which, if you can get to an Alchemiter, JPG-ify your gun. Saccharine Dopplegangers tend to make Zilly equipment, and Artifact is the only hard counter to that kind of stuff. It will be a janky-ass gun you probably can't even hold correctly, but that will be your best tool in the fight. I want you to know I'm being sincere right now, this isn't a prank.

Now here's the bad news. Without your Denizen, you're kind of fucked. I once again don't think the Saccharine Doppleganger killed it, but point is, they're pretty useful when you're completely lost up Poop Creek without a paddle, or a boat. The good news is, we don't actually know what happened to it. It could have just not spawned because not all players are in the session yet. It could just be hiding and fucking with you. After you're done mopping up the Candy Thing, I'd reccomend scouring for any signs of the potential missing players. The Duo Dungeon is a lead, but there's also the Dream Moons and any SBURB-related forums on Earth (or whatever planet you came from), assuming you haven't 100% confirmed that Earth is 100% destroyed.

You survived too much for some sort of Void Session to kill you. Fight on, groovyMoonbird!

[bolters-and-rivets]

OK, time for a Railway Series headcanon

Meme for attention, full headcanon after the break. TL;DR BR diesels and electrics would have been spoonfed anti-steam propaganda and would have very quickly gotten a dose of reality in the 1970s

OK, so, the TTTE/RWS fandom as a whole seems to be ambivelant at best about diesel and electric locomotives, and at worst sees anything that isn't powered by steam as the spawn of satan, and sometimes as someone who's a railfan in general beyond the fandom I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall anytime I wanna info dump about diesel locomotives. personally I find this a huge shame as the history of the modernisation plan and post-68 BR is fascinating in its own right.

the thing that grinds my gears is the perception of the fandom seems to be that all diesels and electrics are evil because reasons, and often completely ignors that the Rev. W. Awdry, god rest his soul, was unashamedly biased against modern traction, which leads to some missed opportunites in further fleshing out the universe whilst also turning modern traction into simply the new generation of engines. It's like this, as soon as 1955 rolled around BR managment was firmly set against steam, just about every bit of media they put out advertising their services used the shiny new diesels and electrics whilst referring to steam negatively, the locomotives own managers saw them as old technology that was dead in the water, and only being kept around until their replacements rolled up.

It's a logical assumption that the diesels would have been spoon fed this anti-steam propaganda before they had even turned a wheel, they would have been elitist and looked down on steam because from the moment of conciousness they would have been told that they were the future. Just think about the sort of superiority complex that would give an engine.

Cue the 1970s.

No sooner had steam been relegated to the history books than BR started the withdrawel of the less succesful pilot scheme locomotives (classes 15, 16, 17, 21, 23, 28), the Western Region diesel hydraulics (classes 14, 22, 35, 42, 52) and the 1500v-DC Woodhead electrics (classes 76 & 77).

just imagine the effect seeing locomotives which ten years earlier been labelled as part of the future being withdrawn en-masswould have on many still relatively young and naive diesel and electric locomotives. I can very easily see the remaining classes shift from an elitist "we are revolutionary" mindset to a jaded "we are just cogs in a machine who will be replaced the moment better comes along", which would be further reenforced not only with the introduction of the class 56 to replace 20s and 37s on the heaviest freight trains, but with the general slipping of standards as trains go for longer between cleaning, and some locomotive even being left out of repaints during the introduction of TOPS.

I see it as a period that has a lot of untapped story pottential for more mature subjects involving regret and greif

A now non-standard diesel being suddenly withdrawn and wondering what they did wrong after being told for so many years that they were the future of the railways

Think about how many surviving 1st gen diesels would back on the late-50s and 1960s with shame at their own arrogance and naivety, and even coming to regret their attitude towards the older steam locomotives and missing out on the chance to be properly shown the ropes as a result.

What about the shiny new class 56s, HSTs, and 58s having any sense of elitism being stomped out by the older first gen diesel locomotives, and being told the story of the beeching cuts and the cull of the 70s to drive some humility into them.

Maybe into the 90s and 2000s the surviving 1st gen diesels would come to view the mainline registered steam locomotives with respect and reverence.

I have a story idea which I may or may not write involving a diesel locomotives which, upon withdrawel and preservation, would by chance be sent to a railway that also had a steam engine that they worked alongside in the 60s. They would seek to make ammends for their attitude when younger, only to find out that the steam engine simple isn't willing to listen to what they would have to say, and the diesel locomotive coming to terms with the fact that an apology given does not mean an apology accepted, and sometimes you simply won't get the closure you were looking for.

[reviviscencegruiform]

i remember what you mentioned about that mom's neglect the other day, i didnt even register it when i saw the post myself because i did things like that as a kid, and now im worried ill have normalised so much as a kid ill neglect my own kids. got any advice?

Ah, Ruby... Yes. You're starting strong and on the right foot because you've acknowledged there is a problem and actively want both to change and to prevent that.

Unfortunately, I have bad news. It is normalized to you and so any journey into parenthood will be colored with that.

I also have good news. No one else is more prepared to break the cycle than you are. You have seen and felt it. You have experienced it. You can look back and go "That was wrong." "I was scared." "I wish my mom had been there." "I wish my dad hadn't done that." or whatever the case may be and you can keep that in mind moving forward.

Because that is what we have to do. We have to be the ones that move forward. You can not fall back on "Well, it wasn't AS BAD as when I was a kid". It has to be "It wasn't anything like when I was a kid" and you have to stake your pride on that.

It starts with making a point to THINK. That sounds silly, but it's true. People have this terrible habit of coasting through life on instinct. We can't do that here, your and mine instincts are tainted with the sins of our forebears. You have to go into parenthood thinking and educating yourself. Parenting classes. Parenting books. Parenting groups. Be picky. If it feels wrong, it likely is. Your curse is a blessing and your blessing is a curse. We can also spot abuse and neglect before others if we pay attention. Cobble together the example you want to lead by, the kind of parent you didn't want, but the kind you needed.

Need over want. This has to be the key. You will want to be perfect. You won't be. That is okay. Just be the best you can be and always strive to improve. Become a parent because you genuinely want to give. Children do not owe you anything for being born. Go into this with no expectations, especially not of getting anything back.

Children cost money. You will not be getting it back. Go into parenthood with savings. This is your choice and make sure and do the work to not resent your child for their cost. Your child is your responsibility and no one else's. Help is good, help is something you will want and need sometimes, but your kids are YOURS. Don't pawn them off. Don't become entitled because you have a kid. You aren't special to anyone, but your kids for spawning them.

Seek therapy. Children aren't going to be the balm for your hurt. Make sure you aren't becoming a parent because you feel like you have to. Make sure you aren't becoming a parent because you are trying to fill a some empty space in you or because you're lonely. Couple's therapy if you have a partner or coparent. Help yourself before you put the oxygen mask on someone else. Don't go into this in shambles. You have to be the support for someone else. You can't do that if you can't even hold yourself up.

Learn effective communication no matter what. You'll need it for other parents, your partner if you have one, doctors, and your children. Talk to them. They'll tell you what you need to do for them more than you realize. Kids are smart.

Most of all...

This isn't about you. It's about them. Your children. It's not about your parents. It isn't about anyone, but your children. Put them first and do not hesitate to put them first and above everything.

That's all I can think of off the cuff. Don't be afraid to come to me with any questions or concerns.

[landoflustfulladies]

Brief late night ramble of the systems around Constructs in a setting I’m working on.

At the “bottom” of the list is Class C Constructs, basic automatons that can parse literal orders but have no real room to interpret or adapt. Think the animated mops from Sorcerer’s Apprentice, or, well, a modern computer. These are completely legal to own and don’t require any kind of license, being rather clear cut “not alive”.

Next up is Class B Constructs. These actually can interpret and adapt within the bounds of their orders. You give them a general task, and they will fulfill it to the best of their ability. However, they lack a will of their own, and will simply sit around when not acting under any orders. These are legal but heavily regulated. Ownership of Class B Constructs requires a license, and all such constructs must be registered with the relevant authorities and are subject to annual inspection. This is because, for reasons currently unknown, they can occasionally turn into Class A Constructs.

Class A Constructs are people. Full stop, they are regarded as people in the eyes in the law, having their own will and desires. Some of them might think differently from normal people, but make no mistake, they are thinking, sentient beings. Ownership of a Class A Construct is slavery and illegal, hence the regular inspection of Class B Constructs to make sure they haven’t awakened accidentally. It is actually possible to make a Class A Construct on purpose, but few people do as while their creation is legal, again, ownership of one is not, and they must be set free immediately (though you can absolutely hire one that you made, which is a frequent practice if a useful Class B awakens.)

There is one grey area with the laws surrounding Class A Constructs: there is no legal rule about creating a Class A Construct and designing in preferences, a default personality, or any other such leanings. Full mental blocks result in either a Class B classification (if they’re sufficient that the construct can no longer think at all) or else as a means of forcible enslavement (at which point you are going to Jail if you get caught). You can absolutely build a Class A Construct that likes you, and will actively want to help you, but it still has the same legal protections against abuse as a person. While they’re generally more capable than a Class B Construct, this is still enough of a pain in the ass that most people don’t bother, but it’s not unheard of to craft a Perfect Employee. As sentient beings, they’re also capable of changing their minds and seeking other ways to do what they want, so poor treatment means you’ll likely end up wasting a lot of resources when it just up and leaves.

All this spawned because I made a golem girl who started life as a library assistant before awakening into a Class A and moving away.

[drkineildwicks]

Temtem – 11/18/2022 – Happy Scarvi Day

And what better way to spend it than to play Temtem instead and make Game Freak suffer! :D

Oh gosh I haven’t played this since December of last year it’s been so long that they actually have gotten out of beta OTL

I love this game but good night adult life doesn’t give me a lot of time to play it

Also I love how when I write articles about this game the Pokémon shills get mad XD

Real talk if Temtem had released with the level of jank Scarvi has y’all would have massacred it where it stood

“But game freak is so smol be nice to them!” *looks at all the other indie companies that do better* Yeah sorry no excuse

Anywho, on to Temtem!

Boy I hope the jump to full release didn’t eat my save….

Huh the “this is a beta game” window got replaced with a “terms of use” page

Does anyone ever read through this stuff?...

I can’t help but sigh at some of this because yes it’s important to say no to discriminatory language but people are so sensitive anymore that saying “hi” could tick them off

“No class action lawsuits”—uh hi Crema wtf?

Do all TOS have this bs or have I just started paying attention to the darn things?

Oh cool they’re showing livestreamers in a little bar there

STILL ALIVE!

Oh there’s an achievement system

What are these feathers?....

I do love this tho increases the playability and encourages the player to keep playing take notes game freak where is our post-game?

Oh luma

Okay so now the exp gain is kinda sped up so I can’t see the numbers how do I reset this….

So water is weak to poison….

Ooh Snuggie has synergy with Perry :D

YES!  YES!  NESSLA!

Now to catch it….

Granted it doesn’t have the ability I’m looking for but STILL

OH COME ON

Nessa was weak to Turtlinni I’m never catching this stupid thing

Oh?

This is new 

 Stickers ovo

Of course I’m being helpful

Success another reason to keep playing :D

Krazy Kamikaze, congressional agent XD

So this is my tax dollars at work

Oh my first sticker!

So that’s fun

Okay heading to town to swap out some guys maybe level up some dudes and NOT kill the next Nessla

OH THAT’S PRETTY

Bro’s Company nice

Okay swapped out Lowkey and Turtlinni

I…do not really have low-leveled guys anymore X’D

Mighty Machine like the name

Okay so it was the electric that was weak to the glass

Oh new move for Perry!

This is a reference, I can tell

YES ANOTHER NESSLA

Now that I’ve got my two poison guys up front X’D

YES AND IT’S GOT THE ABILITY I WANT

Now to catch it…

UGH

It kept breaking free of the cards IT WAS EXHAUSTED AND POISONED WHAT THE HECK

Do gotta say that I love the sticker book quest’s name XD

And Perry learned another move nice

And another Nessla OvO

At least they spawn more frequently now

Let’s see if this one stays in the card….

Nope they’re just physically incapable of staying in there apparently

And fond of killing themselves rather than being taken alive this is the squid all over again

Okay maybe I’m approaching this wrong do I have a guy that’d put it to sleep?...

I feel like Tay-toe might be able to idk

I don’t know what this is but it looks like a cross between a bull and a moose

Oh Snuggie’s tempedia entry finally registered! :D

Nope closest I got is Nightshade but that move puts them to sleep, not their opponent

Can’t wait until I do finally run into Max again I’m going to be so overleveled from hunting these darn Nessla

But gotta quit for now gotta do chickens and dinner

But anyway that was fun—need to start doing this sort of thing regularly, like Temtem Tuesday and FF14 Friday, stuff like that

I’ve got a ton of games I want to play but I never take the time for them I gotta start setting aside like an hour for them in the week so I don’t have another year gap between play sessions OTL

Also Mom saw me playing this and asked about it and I’m describing it to her

Mom: “Oh it reminds me of that other game you were playing!”

Me: “Which one?”

Mom: “That one with the lava and the water and all the weapons--”

Breath of the Wild

Mom thinks this game looks like Breath of the Wild and I can honestly see it with the color palette and some of the stylization

And honestly I would pay good money to see that crossover time to go kick Ganon’s tail with naught but a stick and my buddy Tateru \.o./

(that reminds me I want to play BotW again too)

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

I'm reading too many fanfics and today I want something more cute than romantic, so I would like Stella with an S/o to be her personal butler who took care of her during her childhood and adolescence (bonus if S/o used to sing to Stella when she was a kid) . obviously the S / o must have a great preparation to be worthy of taking care of the daughter of the parents who were certainly one of the causes of Stella to be like this

Stella's personal Servant and S/O

You had spent years in preparation for when you would meet your mistress.

It was a common practice amongst the nobility.

You take a child from a lower house, train and raising them to become the personal servant to a child from a higher noble family.

You were of lower stock, your family heavily reliant on Stella's family, and being the youngest of your line, you found yourself chosen to be her servant.

Although the agreement basically surrendered one of there own to a life of servitude, it also brought prestige to there household, while also placing one of there own at the right hand of the next head of a powerful household.

Despite your years of training, you were still increadibly nervous upon meeting her, terrified you'd do something wrong and screw it up.

But much to your surprise, she wasn't some terrifying ice queen who could vapourise you with a glare.

She was just a girl. A young, normal looking noble girl. Seemingly not much older than you.

Your meeting was somewhat awkward, you being unsure how you should interact with her outside of the cold formalities you were taught.

Your relationship was an unusual one.

As while, yes you were her servant, you were also expected to be her closest allie and truest friend.

You were expected to take on every burden she had, to carry and guard them to the death.

A concept that hadn't fully registered in your young mind yet, but despite your age, you quickly acclimated to your new responsibilities.

You had, of course, been give training for your new duty, but much of it was learnt in the field.

You found yourself working into a schedule; wake up before her, get clean, have breakfast before waking her up at 7:30 sharp.

From there you would help her dress, something you were quite flustered about the first time around. Then you accompanied her to breakfast, then to her first lesson of the day.

You were often dismissed during her lessons, returning to her room to tidy up, or have her clothes cleaned.

It took time but eventually you were just as capable at cleaning and serving as any veteran servant of the household.

Now, initially Stella was quite... cold towards you. Treating you not much better than any other servant of the home.

But she did eventually warm to you, starting the night you heard her having a nightmare.

Much to her annoyance you had been moved into the room besides her, giving her 24 hour access to you, and you to her.

So you were easily capable of hearing her toss and turn in bed, her whimpers getting louder and louder. Until she awoke, with a scream.

You instantly shot into action, sliding into her room and pulled her into your embrace.

Holding her to your chest, you did your best to sooth her. Barely being a boy yourself you were quite inexperience with such things.

So you did the only thing you could, you sang to her.

You sung her the song your wet nurse used to sing you when you had a bad dream. Holding her for what felt like hours, gently singing to her until she fell back to sleep.

The next morning she insisted you call her Stella, unlike before when she demand the customary 'Lady' or 'Mistress'.

Not long after that she began addressing you by name. The two of you seeming to enter a level of mutual respect.

Similar events would happen several more times during your youth, each time you sang her the same song, holding her close and soothing her.

You brought up the nightmares to her parents, the two seemingly didn't care. Her parents just coldlt telling you 'They were something she needed to get over herself.'

And her parents weren't the warmest family, both her parents seemed obsessed with there appearances, placing politics over the well bing of there own daughter.

So you made her well-being your top priority, always asking if she was OK or if she wanted to talk.

In preparation for you new duties you had already received extensive training in everything from cleaning to first aid.

But as the the two of you grew, you began getting lessons in far more hands on fields.

As you were expected to be her faithful guardian. You were trained in various forms of combat, with everything from knives, to assault rifles.

Followed by several specialised first aid courses, each one dedicated to a different field of medicine.

You excelled through each course, taking the role as both servant and protector as your own.

Despite being younger then your charge, your mentality quickly matured beyond your years, willing and prepared to fight to the death for your charge.

You fully embraced you postion, putting aside everything you were and giving yourself to your new role, absolutely.

As the two of you grew older, you also grew closer and closer. And due to your special status as her personal servant, having less limitations put on you then a regular servant of the house, you could act as more of a friend to the girl. Acting as a trusted confidant for the girls troubles.

As you matured your skills, both physically and mentally, you learned to better dedicat your new skills to what would most efficiently aid your liege.

While you excelled in your training dedicating your self to the task before you, the main problem you faced was, Stella.

It may seem petty, but Stella being of a higher and more powerful cast meant she grew to tower over you by at least a foot.

Something she was sure to rub in your face.

And it may not seem like that big of a deal, but protecting someone much taller then you, was a constant struggle. As they were far more visible then yourself and could be targeted from angles you weren't able to see.

But you did your absolute best, going above and beyond as her steadfast companion, hapily waiting on her hand a foot.

It seemed like a blink if an eye and the beautiful young lady you once served had grown into a beautiful young woman.

And much to your shame, over the years spent together, you had developed a deep affection for her, an affection that went far beyond friendship.

Of course you would never publicly admit such a thing, your years of training alloweing you to keep such your feelings suppressed. Only allowing your affection to show through in what would be expected of a typical platonic relationship.

When Stella came to the age of 17, her parents decided to send her to an academy famous for its education of young noble women.

The problem was, it was an all girls academy. And you being her private servant, and right hand, the two of you could not be sepperated for such a long period of time.

It took a fair bit of political manoeuvring and more then a few favours to get you in, but by the end of it, you found yourself enrolled right besides her.

You were to attend every class as well as share quarters with Stella. You were not to leave her side unless absolutely necessary.

You were far from the only servant to accompany there mistress.

You found a variety of them, from Imps to hellhounds. You even saw a few succubus amongst them.

But the thing that really stood out, was that you were the only male, even amongst the staff.

Initially life at the academy went fantastic.

Stella, with her confident nature and families status thrived at the academy, easily rising the social ranks, making friends and allies.

The whole thing bringing a great sense of warmth to your black heart.

You stood back and proudly watched as she excelled amongst her peers, only having to step in to aid her in her day to day.

But unfortunately, problems did arise. And much to your shame, they were spawned from you.

Now, you had already received a fair amount of attention from the Student; Stares, love letters, lustful gazes. But you were there for Stella, the affects of there attention quickly dissipated as you focused on Stella.

Now you being a fairly attractive young man, in exceptional shape from years of work and being the only male in a school of a few hundred young hormonal women.

But initially, being Stella's servant stopped anyone from pursuing you, as relations with someone below them was punished severely by both the school and there families.

Unfortunately the question of who you were was quickly raised, Stella without much concern or thought, told them all about your special status as both a noble and a servant.

And that's were the problems really began.

You see, sleeping with another family's servant, was an excellent way to get yourself disowned by your family.

But a fling with a servant, whom was also a fellow noble... that could be tolerated.

You were greatly surprised to find just how tolerant the school was of such behaviour.

It would seem that despite there rather strict policy on student/Staff relations, that being pubished severely.

But the school was unwilling to take serious action against noble children for have relations amongst themselves.

It seemed they allowed the students to let out there rebellious phase in small ways, perhaps a method to help make them into proper nobles.

Needless to say, you had never been so happy you were Stella's servant.

You'd heard how some of them talked about you, and if Stella wasn't your mistress, your quite certain you'd be used as a tool for political gain, regardless how you felt about it.

Ironically, you found Stella becoming far more possessive of you, especially whenever someone began to show interest in you.

Now she had always been possessive of you to a degree, snapping at anyone who dared to treat you poorly or acted like you were supposed to serve them, something that happened quite often amongst nobility.

You liked to think it was her way of marking her territory, all the while showing you that she had your back. And with all the attention you were getting, it only made sense for her to be a bit more possessive.

Adding to your growing shame, seeing Stella becoming such a strong, confident woman had only strengthened your feelings for her.

In your mind, you had kept your feeling for Stella perfectly hidden. Only allowing your affection to show, through your friendly and platonic behaviour.

Apparently you were wrong.

Parties were surprisingly common on the school grounds, with a major party seemingly occurring at least once a month.

Stella being ever the socialite, was of course invited. The young lady flirtaciously telling you were invited as well. Following her to the party, you found a small herd of teens sipping wine from plastic cups, talking amongst themselves.

Playing nobility.

It was fun for the most part.

Everyone was dancing and drinking. And much to your surprise Stella was quite lax when it came to alcohol, drinking more than her fair share.

A little tipsy, she found you, demanding you dance with her.

Now you, on the other hand, did not party. You did not drink, you did not fraternise and you most certainly didn't dance.

You were her guardian, you were supposed to watch over her, not get drunk with her in some random dormroom.

But Stella ordered you, not having the will to refuse her, you complied.

You danced and drank and partied. And for the first time in your life, you let yourself he a teenager.

And you enjoyed it. You enjoyed being with Stella.

The mood quickly soured when, as Stella left to get a drink, some random girl grabbed you by the collar and rather aggressively tried to kiss you.

You were able to hold her back of course, even inebriated you were still strong enough to hold back a drunk teenage girl.

You were freaking out, unable to think of what to do, only for Stella to appear and violently rip her off you, beating the crap out of the her right there infront of all the other party goers.

She screamed at the girl, telling her to never touch what belonged to her again. Before without saying a word, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the party.

She dragged you into a nearby allyway, ranting and raving about how dare someone touch you, you belonged to her and she was sick of having to remind people.

Her words becoming progressively more possessive, you just half drunkenly stumbling your much taller mistress.

Raising the question of her increasingly possessive language, you saw her entire body shift.

Walking up to you, she pressed her body up against yours, effortlessly pinning you to the wall.

It was pointless to struggle, as even with all your training she was still stronger.

With eyes you had never seen before, she stared into your own and asked if you liked her.

You were both shocked and terrified, you were so sure you had been careful.

You sputtered something out, trying to hide your feelings before she cut you off with a passionate kiss.

She held you close as she told you all about how she knew you liked her, about how she knew you always held yourself back.

But she understood why.

You were left stunned when she told you the reason she knew why, was because she'd been doing the same. She confessed she had fallen for you, but like you, she had kept her feeling secret because such a relationshi wouldn't be "proper"!

But she didn't care anymore.

She was sick of keeping her feelings for you a secret, sick of watching other women get to speak and act freely while she was forced to hold her tongue.

She wanted you and she was going to have you, no matter what anyone thought.

She dragged you back to your dormroom, although it was more like a small apartment before dragging you to her bed.

Sitting above you she asked if you wanted this, unable to think of the right words you just gave her another passionate kiss.

The two of you spent the night together.

Your relationship was kept a secret for the rest of her time in the academy. The two of you agreeing it would be best and with Your position already giving you the best possible excuse to be close together.

Once you both graduated, Stella's parents tried to have an arranged marriage set up for her, hoping to achieve greater prestige for the family.

But much to your surprise, she blatantly refused.

Instead she using her new-found political connections and usurped her parents, taking the family name and the role of head of household as her own.

Her first act, openly declaring your relationship.

You were deeply relieved the outcry was very minimal, contained to only a few already outspoke critics that apposing her anyways.

And so you stood by her ever since. As bother her loyal protector and faithful lover.

Hey hey, this one was a challenge, but I still enjoyed it. If any of you have a request or want to submit a prompt, go right ahead. Check out my master list for what I won't write and go for it. Thank you all for reading.

[getlitaesthetic]

Uhhhh yeah so I have come with an offering of Dark Dia smut for the occasion~

The Demon Lord’s Pet

Pairings; Dark Diavolo/Reader

Reader is GN but has afab anatomy.

Warnings: Dubcon, slight degradation, size difference, forced orgasm, breeding kink, slight blood play, just gross smut, that's it, that's the plot

This wasn't beta read so I'm sure there are spelling and grammatical errors, apologies!

Enjoy!

You rolled over in your bed, unable to sleep. Would tonight be the night he comes to your room? You shuddered and winced at the thought. You knew the future King of Hell could be brutal in bed. Worse, if you became pregnant, just birthing his spawn had killed his last partner, another “exchange” student.

“Exchange program”, you thought with a bitter scoff, “More like the annual sacrifice to the lords of Hell.”

You had hoped to remain under the radar but Diavolo, ahem, Lord Diavolo had different plans for you. It was rare that he came to the human hall but there he was and there you were, walking back to your room after class. You hoped the imposingly large demon wouldn't notice you but your hopes were quickly dashed when a large, clawed hand picked you up by the back of your shirt.

“This one Barbatos! I choose this one,” he grinned as he looked you over.

The color drained from your face. Was he going to torture you? You had witnessed him snatch a student during your orientation and pull the limbs right off of the unlucky bastard. He was like a twisted child tearing the wings off of a butterfly.

“They'll make a cute pet. What's your name, little pet?”

“Y/N,” you managed to choke out, fear and bile creeping up in your throat.

Diavolo chuckled at your fear. Human fear was like fine wine to a demon.

You shuddered at that memory, pulling the covers around you tightly. It was getting late, maybe you could avoid him for another night.

Just as your eyelids were starting to feel heavy you heard the creak of your door opening and the sound of your canopy being pulled back.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt the covers slide off your body as the bed dipped.

“Y/N...did you think I forgot about you, Y/N,” Diavolo purred, crawling over top of you.

He had you caged in. You could only look up into his dark, amber eyes. He trailed a clawed finger down the side of your face and along your neck.

“Are you ready to prove yourself as a worthy partner?” He asked, breath tickling your neck.

You swallowed hard but nodded.

“Good pet,” he smirked and patted your head before slicing your nightgown open with just one claw.

His mouth was all over your exposed skin, claiming every inch for himself. You yelped as he bit down hard on your shoulder. That was more than enough to draw blood. A hot tongue lapped at the blood and you couldn't help but moan at the touch. You felt disgusted with yourself and tried to keep quiet.

Diavolo could sense that you were trying to will yourself to be silent. This would not do. His clawed fingers curled into your side and you gasped, at the same time he latched his mouth onto a nipple.

“Fuck…” you let out a whimper as you felt his tongue swirl around the sensitive bud. His claws were breaking your skin but you barely felt the pain.

You turned your head in shame, only to have a rough hand pull your chin back to face him.

“Do not look away,” he warned once. You knew it would be your only warning.

You could only watch in horror, disgust, and arousal as he began to kiss down your body. He took a perverse pleasure in making you feel ashamed. You squirmed and cried out when he bit down on one of your love handles, licking up the blood.

“You are such a dirty whore,” he smirked, eye locking with yours. “Letting a demon defile you in this way. Only the filthiest of humans can take pleasure from this.”

Without warning he pushed your legs apart with his hands. You instinctively wanted to shut them but he was holding them open.

His claws ripped through your panties and you flushed at the air against your bare skin. You felt a sharp pain on your inner thigh as he bit into the soft flesh. You screamed, half in arousal, half in terror. Diavolo smirked against your skin as his tongue snaked out to lick the blood. You couldn't help but moan at that.

“I want to hear more sounds coming out of that filthy little mouth of yours,” he said as his hands squeezed your hips for emphasis.

“Y-yes Lord Diavolo!” You stammered.

A shriek escaped your lips as his tongue licked up the slit of your cunt. The pit of shame and dread was growing in your belly. Diavolo took delight in your shame, eyes locked with yours as his tongue licked and swirled all over your most sensitive places. His knuckles pushed into your opening to prep you for him. You had started to lose your mind in the haze of pleasure, hips bucking into his mouth and hand. Diavolo worked you into a frenzy until you were a crying, whimpering mess. You let out a scream as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

He pushed his knuckles in deeper and continued sucking and licking your clit until you came so hard you nearly blacked out.

You felt disgusting as you were coming down from your high. Diavolo chuckled darkly as he noted the look of disgust and shame on your face.

“As expected of my little whore,” he cooed in a mocking tone.

Before you had time to register what was happening, you were on your stomach, ass in the air.

“This is the part where I pump you full of my seed,” he leaned over and whispered into your ear.

You howled in pain as you felt him enter you. To say he was huge was an understatement. It felt like you were being split in half. Diavolo was unrelenting with his pace, slamming in and out of you with a ferocity you'd never witnessed before with any of your past partners.

It wasn't long before he flipped you over on your back, continuing his onslaught. He looked down at your stomach, smirking as he could see his dick bulging inside you as he thrusted, much to your horror. You felt as if his dick were going to rip through your flesh.

Through the pain of nearly being split, you could still feel pleasure. No one had ever filled you up as much as the future demon king did. You felt your second climax approaching and a feeling of dread washed over you. Were you really going to let him bring you to climax twice? You didn't get to dwell on that thought for long as he swiped his thumb over your clit.

“Lord Diavolo! Ah-” You screamed as you came hard around his cock.

It wasn't long before Diavolo was chasing his own climax. His claws dug into your hips as your blood soaked the sheets beneath you. Suddenly, his body tensed as you felt him release into you, his hands held you roughly in place as he filled you with his seed.

You looked up at him, the demon lord hadn't even broken a sweat. You yelped as you were flipped back on your stomach.

“Did you think we were done?” He tsked with a chuckle.

“We are only just getting started, my pet.”

——-

COMING IN HOT WITH THE SMUT FOR DIA’S BDAY GODDAMN HELLO

[maddiewritesstucky]

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Stripper Bucky / Architect Steve

Words: 3790

Tags: Sexy shower antics, post-exercise endorphin highs, Steve is a badass for like 10 minutes, Bucky is not a morning person (until he suddenly is), enthusiastic morning sex

A follow-up one-shot to the slow death of Steve Rogers. Many thanks to my radiant cassowary @kalee60​ for giving it your clever eyes. Infinite birdseed for you 😘

(Also on Ao3)

When Bucky wakes up, he is aware of two things, and two things only.

One - it’s way too fucking early for his eyelids to have peeled themselves back the way they have, if the rosy tint of the sky outside is anything to go by, and two - his foot should have connected with some part of Steve’s anatomy by now on it’s customary post-waking stretch across the mattress.

His body is coming online one limb at a time, and he grunts his displeasure into the rumpled sheets; gaze firmly averted from the clock on the bedside table. Putting a number to it will only make him angry, and the stupid beautiful soft dawn light filling the bedroom tells him everything he needs to know anyway. 

Why they had decided to move into Steve’s apartment when Bucky’s actually had things like properly functioning curtains, he has no idea. 

"Steve,”  he groans, voice thick with the remnants of sleep and the injustice of waking before he intended to. 

He kicks his foot out a little further; throws an arm out to join the search party too, but finds Steve’s side of the bed decidedly more vacant than it had been when he fell asleep last night. 

Running, some vaguely helpful part of Bucky’s subconscious supplies, you fell for a man who goes running at bastard o’clock in the morning. 

He flops over onto his back and scrubs his hands up over his face; up through the tangled mess of hair that seems to find new ways of defying its scrunchie-prison every night. His vision sharpens into focus and sticks a moment on the giant canvas print photo of himself and Steve smiling back at him from the far wall; a grinning relic of a Bucky who was not woken before his time.

It still makes his stomach flip a little, that picture - the two of them stuffed into the heavy-knit sweaters Bucky’s ma had made them last Christmas; both in the  throes of losing their shit over the comically absurd miscalculation she’d made on size. Steve’s got tears in his eyes, and Bucky’s aren’t even open, and they’re clinging to each other with that special kind of desperation that intense, prolonged laughter seems to spawn.

It’s everything good about their life together, that photo; the sheer warmth and joy they’ve found in one another over the past year, the sense of  home and family and right. 

It’s even more heartwarming, Bucky finds, when the sun is a reasonable distance above the horizon.

He drags his protesting body out of its sleep-warmed cocoon, his intentions set on the brand new bag of espresso grind that Last-Night Bucky had so wisely left sitting on the kitchen counter. 

He’s going to use Steve’s favorite mug, the one he’d happened across in a yard sale that reads ‘architects do it on drafting tables’  with a lewd stick figure drawing. Partially because it holds the most coffee, and partially because if Steve had remained in bed this morning, with all his familiar warmth and dependable big-spoon behavior, Bucky would have remained blissfully unconscious until his alarm went off. 

...Steve’s not here to actually  see  this particular middle-finger of a gesture, but that’s beside the point. Bucky will  know.

It’s not until he’s shuffling his way down the hall, already two steps past the closed bathroom door, that Bucky registers the faint sounds of water hitting tile, and the sporadic, off-key hum of a post-run Steve. 

His feet halt in their tracks before he’s even made the conscious decision that coffee can wait.

He wants to keep walking, to get his precious cup of bean nectar and crawl back into bed for another hour or three, it’s just...

Post-run Steve is kind of Bucky’s jam. 

He’s sweaty, and loose-limbed, and hopped up on exercise endorphins which, more often than not, make him inexplicably horny and give him the closest approximation of a bad boy complex that someone with Steve’s demeanor could possibly get. 

Post-run Steve is the only good thing about being awake at this god forsaken hour. 

The sunrise, and the stillness, and the smell of fresh dew can get fucked, but Bucky will carpe the hell out of a diem for some Post-run Steve.

He slips quietly into the bathroom, and is immediately grateful for the time he spent descaling the shower door yesterday when he’s met with an unimpeded view of Steve’s glorious back. What goddamn right an architect has looking like that, Bucky has no idea, but you wanna talk about some aesthetically pleasing angles?

Steve’s got one hand braced against the wall, head dipped to draw out the line of his back. His skin’s a little flushed; water channeling in fast-flowing rivulets between the soft ridges and swells of his drawn-taut muscles, and he’s breathing those quiet grunts of the recently-exerted. 

He’s a living, breathing thirst-trap, and the knowledge that he’d only blush and change the subject if Bucky told him so just makes it a thousand times better. 

Bucky pushes his soft flannel sleep pants off his hips and lets them fall to the floor, sending up another silent salute to Last-Night Bucky for going commando, and steps forward to pull open the shower door.

...Later on, when Bucky is reflecting on it all, he’ll blame the early hour and his pre-caffeinated state for the fact that he didn’t realise. The soft noises falling from Steve’s lips, the very particular bunch and flex of very particular muscles…

Any other time of day, Bucky would have known straight away. 

Any other time of day, and Bucky wouldn’t have even needed to be in the same room - he could be at the bodega down the street, and his nipples would inexplicably harden at the pluck of Steve’s distant arousal on the cosmic spiderweb. 

But as it happens in the moment, it’s not until Steve’s head is falling back on a low moan that Bucky realizes exactly what it is he’s walked in on. 

“Oh, shit...”

It’s off his tongue before he can reel it back in, and Steve almost jumps out of his skin. 

His head whips around, and for the briefest flicker of a moment, he looks shocked and uncertain and embarrassed as all hell. 

But this right here is no weekday-afternoon Steve. This is not the blushing, bumbling hunk of love meee that occupies the corporeal form of Steve Rogers 95% of the time. 

No, this is Post-run Steve, and it’s all of about two seconds before he’s schooling his features into something more akin to vaguely-smirking indifference; turning until he’s facing Bucky front on, and settling his weight back against the shower wall.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t--” Bucky begins, as close to apologetic as one can really be about seeing their significant other in a compromising yet Very Sexy position. But the words dry up on his lips as Steve lifts a finger to his own in the universal gesture of ‘shush.’   

He watches, rapt, as Steve first reaches over to the tap and shuts off the water, and then takes up the bottle of Bucky’s conditioner, squirting some into his hand before wrapping it back around his cock. 

And then that jacked-up idiot, that neuro-chemical flooded pseudo bad bitch, looks Bucky dead in the eye...and goes right back to jerking off. 

He’s putting on a goddamn show with it too - pulling at his cock, long and slow and tight; dropping his head back against the wall and letting his moans ricochet shamelessly off the tile. The sound of his fist working over his dick is lewd as hell, so much more audible for the fact that there’s no rush of running water to mask it anymore, and Bucky wonders briefly if he ever actually woke up at all, if this isn’t just all a very believable wet dream. 

It certainly contains all the usual elements - intense eye contact; a big fat dick getting rubbed off by a beefy, naked, wet dude (bonus that it’s Bucky’s actual, real-life boyfriend); the kinds of sounds you usually only hear in porn…

For all Bucky knows, he could still be tucked up in bed asleep, and not standing here naked and painfully erect in this steamed up bathroom, watching his boyfriend jack it like he’s starring in some locker-room porno.

“You need somethin’, or you just come in here to watch?” Steve drawls, arching a brow at him, and yeah  - there’s a  lot of things Bucky needs all of a sudden.

He rakes an assessing gaze over Steve’s body, stepping into the shower and pressing his palms to the swell of Steve’s pecs.

“I just wanted to make sure your run went okay,” he shrugs, “no pulled tendons, shin splints...aching muscles…that kinda thing.” 

He squeezes at Steve’s shoulders and his biceps and his tiny waist; threads his hands up through Steve’s hair and slots a thigh between Steve’s to push their hips together. 

Steve’s skin is so warm, and slippery, and he smells like soap, and Bucky starts mentally calculating just how much time they have and how much energy he can feasibly expend before their respective work days start.

He’s not on stage tonight, but he is on shift for his day job at the community center, teaching a preschool ballet class at 10am, and then a seniors ballroom dancing session at midday before his contemporary classes in the afternoon. Steve’s working from home today, so hypothetically it wouldn’t matter if Bucky wore him out a little…

“Buck...” 

“Mm?” 

He rubs his whole self shamelessly against Steve, pressing in so the barbells spiked through his nipples drag across the wet expanse of Steve’s chest. He kisses Steve’s neck and his tits and his mouth, hungry and handsy and a little frantic, and Steve laughs softly against his lips as he turns them to push Bucky up against the slick tile of the shower wall.

“Your concern is deeply moving,” he deadpans, caging Bucky in with hands planted either side of his head, “but I think we need to talk about your bathroom etiquette...didn’t anybody ever teach you to knock?” 

He’s staring Bucky down with eyes lit up something wicked; his body so very nearly touching Bucky’s but not quite, and it hits Bucky all over again that his boyfriend is, physically speaking...really fucking imposing.

It’s easy to forget, when he’s being...well, Steve. Perpetually polite, kind-hearted, goofy...Bucky feels like when he looks at Steve, he sees the softness of his nature, the quiet goodness that radiates out of him. 

He sees the sensible shoes and the khaki pants, the careful artist hands and the way Steve still sometimes carries himself like the much-smaller man he claims to have once been. 

He’s Stevie, and Bucky wouldn’t have him any other way. 

But all of that also happens to be contained within a 6’2”, 200lb frame, and right now...Bucky kind of wants to suffocate under it. 

“I am so sorry, Steven,” he says, though it’s entirely negated by the raging hard on he’s sporting and the giddy, gratuitous manner in which he’s still feeling Steve up. 

He skates his fingertips down the rippled plain of Steve’s stomach, down to the trail of dusky blond hair leading south from his belly button, but Steve catches his hands and pins them up above his head. 

“I’m sure you are,” Steve hums, “but I don’t think you appreciate the gravity of the situation here. See, you caught me in a very private moment, one that I was very much enjoying, and now I’m all thrown off. You got me feelin’ shy.” 

...There’s some very compelling evidence to the contrary rubbing up against Bucky’s hip right now, but that’s beside the point. Steve’s teeth are scraping a line all the way down Bucky’s neck to nip at the ice fractals tattooed across his shoulder, and Bucky’s more than willing to play along.

“However can I make it up to you?” 

He arches into the press of Steve’s body, the hard line of Steve’s cock nestled into the crease of his hip.

If Steve shifted just slightly, he’d be rubbing up against Bucky’s dick. 

It’s not an accident that Steve isn’t making that shift. 

“You really want to?” Steve kisses the question against his skin, making his way slowly back up to Bucky’s mouth, and Bucky nods vehemently.

He’s already wetting his lips in preparation for all the ‘making up’ they’re about to do; signalling his knees to get ready to bend and pulling at Steve’s grip on his wrists, but Steve doesn’t release him.

Instead, he pulls back just far enough to look Bucky square in the eye, and smiles entirely too sweet for the authoritative edge that rumbles into his voice. “Go back to bed, Bucky.” 

Bucky has to blink a few times as the words circulate in his ears. His expression turns from I’m about to get some D!  to  oh god I’m being denied the D in about 0.2 seconds flat.

Bed is very far away from the dick that is currently in need of reparations, he can’t achieve anything from bed.

“But—you said—I was gonna—”

“Go. back. to bed.”  Steve tightens his grip on Bucky’s wrists and leans his whole weight against him, right up in his space so his lips catch against Bucky’s as he speaks, “...and wait for me.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

A big, stupid, ‘bout-to-get-railed grin stretches across Bucky’s face. He wriggles free of Steve’s grasp and stumbles out of the shower, stopping himself just shy of a wildly enthusiastic ‘yes sir!’

He thinks he can hear Steve’s laughter as he takes off back down the hall toward the bedroom, but it might just be his own echoing back to him. He throws himself down onto the unmade bed, still warm from when he got up not ten minutes ago, and honestly who needs to sleep in anyway? Sleeping in is for people who don’t have absolute poundcake boyfriends to screw them into the sunrise.

He should have toweled off, he realizes as his damp skin rubs against the bedding, but he cannot be blamed for life choices made before six am, and there are far more important things afoot anyway. 

Things like the sound of the shower turning back on for approximately forty-five seconds, then the muted pass of a towel being scrubbed over hair, and footsteps on the hardwood growing ever closer to the bedroom.

God, this is gonna be a good day. What  a beautiful day to be greeting the dawn, making the most of his youth, seizing everything life throws at him!

He has the good sense to snatch the lube out of the bedside drawer just as Steve walks into the room, eyeing him with amusement and hunger in equal measures. 

“You know what the problem is, with what just happened back there, Buck?” 

Steve saunters toward the bed with all the nonchalance of a man whose work day doesn’t start for another three hours. 

He wraps his sizable hands around Bucky’s ankles and yanks him down the bed a little - for no other purpose than to hear Bucky’s breath hitch at the unnecessary show of strength - and climbs up onto the mattress to straddle Bucky’s shins. 

“The problem is, I don’t like to make a spectacle of myself.” He plucks the lube from Bucky’s hand and pours some into his own, spreading it over his cock in lazy pulls. “Being the center of attention, having eyes on me...that’s more your speed.”

“Mhmm, yes, I am an attention whore,” Bucky nods, reaching grabby hands out at Steve who refuses to shift any further up his body, “and you are humble and handsome and have a big dick. Make out with me.” 

Steve tuts and shakes his head, reaching his unoccupied hand to flick at one of Bucky’s nipple piercings. 

“Oh, I don’t think you get to make requests right now. See, the worst part of you throwin’ me off back there? I was so fucking close.  So now what you get to do, James, is flip the fuck over, and let me finish what I started.” 

...Jesus, Bucky loves Post-run Steve.

He’s gonna marry Post-run Steve and have his hopped up little post-run babies, and make sure Steve never misses a single day of early morning exercise so he can bask in the glory of this magnificent bastard every goddamn day of his life.

Bucky flops over onto his front and gets his knees under himself, sticking his ass up in the air with a wiggle that’s probably a lot more comical than it is enticing. But the heat of Steve’s palms hook around the front of his thighs and pull them out from under him, sprawling him flat against the mattress.

There’s a sudden clamping of teeth on his ass cheek and the sharp swat of an open palm, and then Bucky’s being pressed firmly into the sheets by Steve’s weight settling high up on the backs of his thighs. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Steve sighs, planting his hands on the dip in Bucky’s spine, “I’m gonna use your ass to get off, and then I’m going to get back into bed, while you go make us some coffee.”

Bucky nods into the mess of blankets under his cheek, futilely trying to rock his hips up against Steve’s considerable weight. “Yes, agreed, punishment fits the cri-hi wow okay.” 

A wholly undignified sound is wrenched from Bucky’s chest as Steve skips all pretense of tease, and thrusts his slicked up cock into the crease of Bucky’s ass, rubbing off between his cheeks with a very singular purpose. 

Bucky scrabbles to grab hold of his pillow and drags it down, wedging it under his hips with as much success as can be expected when you’re being pinned by a 200lb adrenaline-testosterone cocktail. It’s enough though, to very favorably cushion the rub of his dick, and all things considered…this whole thing is working out pretty well for him.

He’s expending precisely zero effort, but the wet glide of Steve’s cock over his hole and the push of Steve’s hips rubbing him into the pillow is very much Doing It for him, and he lets his body go loose and pliant as Steve does all the work for the both of them.

And Steve is putting in work - rocking Bucky into the mattress with a fervor that knocks the breath out of him and sends the headboard careening rhythmically into the wall. 

“Y’hear that, Buck?” Steve pants, not for a second breaking his frankly devastating pace. “That’s what a fuckin’ knock sounds like.” 

“Oh my god.”   

This is exactly how every single day of Bucky’s life should begin. Naked, giddy, cocks enthusiastically rubbing up against holes, and Steve running his mouth like he won’t be turning ten shades of red about it later. 

If this is the payoff, Bucky will bust in on every single shower Steve has for the rest of his life.

“I love you,” he laughs a little breathlessly into the bedding, biting off a moan at the heat coiling low in his belly. 

It’s entirely sincere, and he says it because he means it...but if he also happens to know by now that those words are a direct hit to Steve’s prostate during sex?

That’s just a happy coincidence.

Steve makes a sound like he’s been punched, his thighs twitching and tensing where they’re clamped around Bucky’s hips. 

His breaths are coming sharp and shallow, his movements taking on a frantic edge that betrays exactly how close he is, and Bucky would ask him to slow down, except he really, really doesn’t want him to. 

“I love you, Stevie,” he says again, letting his own building climax bleed into his voice, “love you so much...come on, baby...” 

“Fuck,  Bucky, I...oh...” 

His weight falls forward over Bucky as he comes, and it’s all the shove Bucky needs to tip over the edge with him. 

He spills all over his pillow, burying a moan into the sheets and huffing under the weight of Steve’s body going lax on top of him.   

“Oh my god, Buck,” Steve groans, vaguely awed like it wasn’t his own efforts that just brought them both to sticky ruin, and Bucky reaches a hand back to swat weakly at him. 

“You said it, pal.” 

Steve nuzzles into the crook of his neck, planting breathless kisses against his skin and running his hands over every part of Bucky he can reach. 

It’s so tangible, that shift back to normalcy, back to  Steve.  It always hits Bucky square in the chest, the way he can feel Steve’s edges softening, feel that boisterous energy turn sweet and mellow in the aftermath. 

It’s kind of precious, actually, though Bucky would never phrase it like that to Steve’s face.  

He squirms beneath Steve’s weight, getting himself turned over until he’s on his back beneath him. “Good morning,” he smiles up at Steve softly, running his fingers through the still-damp tufts of his hair. 

Steve sighs happily, letting his eyes drift shut and tilting his head into Bucky’s hand. “Good morning, pervert.” 

“Hey, come on, you know I didn't do that on purpose!  ” Bucky laughs, cupping Steve’s face and kissing him all over his cheeks. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve rolls his eyes, though the smile on his face says Bucky’s doesn’t really have anything to be sorry about. “Guess I can forgive you this one  time.”

“You’re a gracious man.”

Bucky drags him down and kisses him right on his smile, sweet and lazy. When they pull apart, Steve’s got that dopey look on his face like he’s feeling a whole lot of something, and Bucky knows exactly what’s coming before Steve says it.

“Glad you love me, Bucky Barnes.” 

...He knew it was coming, but it still gets him every time. 

“Glad to love you, Steve Rogers.” He feels like he’s glowing a little as he leans up to peck Steve on the tip of his nose. “Now if I’m not mistaken, I owe you a cup of coffee...you’re gonna have to let me up if you want me to follow through on that.” 

“Mm, counter offer - we both go wash off, together, and then I’ll make us breakfast while you handle the coffee?” 

Bucky pretends to consider for a second before he nods, stretching his body out as Steve rolls his weight off him. 

“Agreed.” He waves a hand in the general direction of the door, shooting Steve a wink and a lopsided grin. “Lead the way, pal. I believe you are intimately familiar with where the shower is.”

[jackalopesao3]

So I submitted this to @getlitaesthetic's amazing tumblr yesterday! Go follow Eden now! She has an amazing Dark AU!

I decided to touch up this fic a bit so that it flows better so there are some changes.

⚠️ Minors do not read! ⚠️

The Demon Lord’s Pet

Reader is GN but has afab anatomy.

Warnings: Dubcon, slight degradation, size difference, forced orgasm, breeding kink, slight blood play, just gross smut, that's it, that's the plot

This wasn't beta read so I'm sure there are spelling and grammatical errors, apologies in advance!

Enjoy!

You rolled over in your bed, unable to sleep. Would tonight be the night he comes to your room? You shuddered and winced at the thought. You knew the future King of Hell could be brutal in bed. Worse, if you became pregnant, just birthing his spawn had killed his last partner, another “exchange” student.

“Exchange program”, you thought with a bitter scoff, “More like the annual sacrifice to the lords of Hell.”

You had hoped to remain under the radar but Diavolo, ahem, Lord Diavolo had different plans for you. It was rare that he came to the Human Hall but there he was and there you were, walking back to your room after class. You hoped the imposingly large demon wouldn't notice you but your hopes were quickly dashed when a large, clawed hand picked you up by the back of your shirt.

“This one Barbatos! I choose this one,” he grinned as he looked you over.

The color drained from your face. Was he going to torture you? You had witnessed him snatch an unfortunate student during your orientation only to pull the limbs right off of the unlucky bastard. Diavolo was like a twisted child tearing the wings off of a butterfly.

“They'll make a cute pet. What's your name, little pet?”

“Y/N,” you managed to choke out, fear and bile creeping up your throat.

Diavolo chuckled at your fear. Human fear was like fine wine to a demon so the Human Hall must have been like a Winery.

You shuddered at that memory, pulling the covers around you tightly. It was getting late, maybe you could avoid him for another night.

Just as your eyelids were starting to feel heavy you heard the creak of your door opening and the sound of your canopy being pulled back.

Your heart hammered in your chest when you felt the covers slide off your body. You rolled over on your back to see the large demon looking down at you like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

“Y/N...did you think I forgot about you, Y/N,” Diavolo purred, crawling over top of you.

He had you caged in. You could only look up into his deep, amber eyes. Your body froze in fear. He trailed a clawed finger down the side of your face and along your neck.

“Are you ready to prove yourself as a worthy partner?” He asked, breath tickling your neck.

You swallowed hard but nodded. What were the consequences of saying no? Nothing pleasant that's for sure.

“Good pet,” he smirked and patted your head before slicing your nightgown open with just one claw.

His mouth was all over your exposed skin, claiming every inch for himself. You yelped as he bit down hard on your shoulder. That was more than enough to draw blood. A hot tongue lapped at the blood and you couldn't help but moan at the touch. You felt disgusted with yourself and tried to keep quiet by biting your lip.

Diavolo could sense that you were trying to will yourself to be silent. This would not do. His clawed fingers curled into your side and you gasped, at the same time he latched his mouth onto a nipple.

“Fuck…” you let out a whimper as you felt his tongue swirl around the sensitive bud. His claws were breaking through your skin but you barely felt the pain.

You turned your head in shame, only to have a rough hand pull your chin back to face him.

“Do not look away,” he warned once. You knew it would be your only warning. He kissed you on the lips roughly as if for emphasis, chuckling darkly as you once again froze.

You could only watch in horror, disgust, and arousal as he began to kiss down your body. He took a perverse pleasure in making you feel ashamed. You squirmed and cried out when he bit down on one of your love handles, licking up the blood.

“You are such a dirty whore,” he smirked, eyes locking with yours. “Letting a demon defile you in this way. Only the filthiest of humans can feel pleasure like this.”

Without warning he pushed your legs apart with his hands. You instinctively wanted to shut them but he was holding them open.

His claws ripped through your panties and you flushed at the air against your bare skin. You felt a sharp pain on your inner thigh as he bit into the soft flesh. You screamed, half in arousal, half in terror. Diavolo smirked against your skin as his tongue snaked out to lick the blood. You couldn't help but to let out another moan.

“I want to hear more sounds coming out of that filthy little mouth of yours,” he said as his hands squeezed your hips for emphasis.

“Y-yes Lord Diavolo!” You stammered.

A shriek escaped your lips as his tongue licked up the slit of your cunt. The pit of shame and dread was growing in your belly. Diavolo took delight in your shame, eyes locked with yours as his tongue licked and swirled all over your most sensitive places. He slid a finger into your core, claw retracted but you didn't doubt he'd unsheathe his claw inside you if you disobeyed. He inserted another finger and began to pump them in you. Diavolo wasn't normally one to give pleasure but seeing your shame and fear was highly arousing to the demon lord. You had started to lose your mind in the haze of pleasure, hips bucking into his mouth and hand. Diavolo worked you into a frenzy until you were a crying, whimpering mess. You let out a scream as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

He curled his fingers inside you and continued sucking and licking your clit until you came so hard you nearly blacked out.

You felt disgusting as you came down from your high. Diavolo was pleased with himself as he noted the look of disgust and shame on your face.

“As expected of my little whore,” he cooed in a mocking tone.

Before you had time to register what was happening, you were on your stomach, ass in the air.

“This is the when I fill you full up with my seed,” he leaned over and whispered into your ear.

You howled in pain as you felt him enter you. To say he was huge was an understatement. It felt like you were being split in half. Diavolo was unrelenting with his pace, slamming in and out of you with a ferocity you'd never witnessed before with any of your past partners.

It wasn't long before he flipped you over on your back, continuing his onslaught. He looked down at your stomach and smirked when he saw his dick bulging inside you as he thrusted, much to your horror. You felt as if his dick were going to rip through your flesh.

Through the pain of nearly being split, you could still feel pleasure starting to build up. No one had ever filled you up as much as the future demon king did. You felt your second climax approaching and a feeling of dread washed over you. Were you really going to let him bring you to climax twice? You didn't get to dwell on that thought for long as he swiped his thumb over your clit.

“Lord Diavolo! Ah-” You screamed as you came hard around his cock.

It wasn't long before Diavolo was chasing his own climax. His claws dug into your hips as your blood soaked the sheets beneath you but you barely noticed, lost in a fog of pleasure and pain. Suddenly, his body tensed as you felt him release into you, his hands held you roughly in place as he filled you with ropes of his hot seed.

You looked up at him, the demon lord hadn't even broken a sweat. He shot you a feral smirk and you yelped as you were flipped back onto your stomach.

“Did you think we were done?” He tsked with a chuckle.

“We are only just getting started, my pet.”

[pl-panda]

The vines that bind us - Chapter 9

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She opened the window and picked a pencil. With deadly precision she tossed it. The wooden tool sailed through the air until it hit the binoculars and broke one side of them. She huffed and closed the window before pulling the curtains closed. How rude.

Jason cursed under his breath. Any other day he would probably avoid the projectile, but it caught him completely by surprise. By all accounts, it was physically impossible to use a pencil with such precision and force to destroy military-grade night-vision binoculars. At least the memory card was safe so he could give it to replacement later on for analysis.

Still in bad mood after having his gear ruined, Jason zipped to Dupain-Cheng’s window and gave a light knock. No response. Another knock. Still no response. Finally, after the third knock, the blinders opened and the window itself followed, revealing a very angry girl. Jason finally had a chance to get a better look at her. She did, in fact, have blue hair and now that he’d seen it close, he would bet half his paycheque that it was somehow a natural color. The purple too. She must have had her hair dyed for the first day of work. Her eyes were another part that he memorized. They were blue and iridescent green at the same time, giving a slight unnatural aura. Or maybe it was just that she looked ready to murder him.

“Are you done staring?” She asked, clearly annoyed. “You are not my type and much too old. And the stalker routine is plain creepy. Get lost old guy.”

She was about to close the window when he started speaking.

“I actually came to apologize. I did not ‘stalk’ you, thank you very much. I was just checking on you, miss. You do realize that you single-handedly kicked Riddler’s ass and got quite a bit of publicity.”

“Suuure. You do that for every brave citizen?” She asked with a raised eyebrow and a small grin. “You would be really short-staffed. I hope that overgrown furry does pay you for the overtime.” Any traces of amusement disappeared from her face. “Now get lost before I sic Chloe on you. She recently started dating Damian Wayne and the two seem to bond over ruining people. I’m sure you would make a decent target.” Without further ado, Mari closed the window and put the blinders back in place, completely cutting him off. 

Jason didn’t protest. He was too busy processing the fact that Demon Spawn apparently started dating someone. Oh, he would have so much fun teasing the little menace. 

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When the motorbike entered the Batcave, Jason expected to meet perhaps the Replacement or Demon Spawn. He definitely did not expect to see the entire family sans B and Alfred. 

“Do you want to perhaps explain why dad received an angry call about ‘some idiot in red bucket’ stalking her through the window?” Barbara asked. frowning deeply. 

“Or at least why were you stalking her?” Dick added.

“Or where you hid my coffee?” Tim joined.

“Timothy!” Several of them shouted.

“What? It’s important!”

“Back to the matter at hand.” Dick turned back to Jason. “What exactly were you thinking?!” He screamed.

“Geez. You thought about joining some opera?”

“Tt. Answer the question.” Damian interrupted.

“That reminds me. Did you know Demon Spawn got himself a girlfriend?” Jason asked, trying to deflect. He really did not like how they jumped at him.

“Not… important.” Cass stared daggers at him. “Talk.”

“Fine!” he threw hands in the air. “I followed a hunch. And I was right. She is a meta!” He procured his destroyed binoculars. “There is no human way to destroy military-grade equipment like that with just a pencil.”

Tim picked it up and quickly tossed it onto the table nearby. A blue light scanned the products and the bat-computer started to display the scan plus introductory analysis.

“Well, he is right. There is no way that a simple pencil could destroy it.” He pressed some buttons and recording from the last seconds of the item’s life played. They could clearly see her throw a pencil at it and then everything went black. “Or I was wrong.” Tim started to do a series of calculations. 

“Bucket-head might be onto something. With her muscle mass, it would be impossible to throw a pen with enough force. Actually, it’s almost impossible to make that throw. Not with human muscle density…”

Barbara rolled over to him and the two started to work side by side. “But that’s also not probable since the body is not…” 

“She would probably…” 

“Plant fibers have a similar structure, but she would…” 

“Maybe… Unless she is not strong and instead…”

“Um… earth to nerd corner. Can you explain?”

“Jason might have hit the bullseye.” Tim grinned and several groans could’ve been heard. “She is definitely a meta. It still doesn’t explain why you stalked her.”

“Is that not reason enough?” Red Hood asked. He immediately regretted it when Duke stared daggers at him. 

“You do realize, that metahumans are not as rare as it was believed at the beginning?” Tim asked.

“What?”

“Roughly ten percent of humans are born with dormant meta-gene and the number is increasing each year. And about one in twenty people have an active meta-gene. They just don’t go around wrecking everything or don a cape and run around beating people.” Tim spoke in a matter-of-factly tone. 

“What?”

“Yeah. Eidetic memory, or perfect recall for our uneducated bucket-head,” Tim snickered while Jason grumbled.

“I hate that name.”

“I think it will stay for a while.” Stephanie was smiling. “She does have a way with nicknames. First an overgrown furry, then red Buckethead…” She was on the verge of laughing. “I wonder what she does next?”

“As I was saying,” Tim regained the control of the conversation, “eidetic memory is actually one of the earliest forms of registered active meta-ability.”

“What?”

“The gene tends to activate under extreme duress, but, as we learned, the definition of extreme duress varies from person to person.”

“So what? A guy afraid of failing an exam might accidentally unlock super memory?” Jason dismissed it.

“More like if someone lived in years under pressure and is about to crack.” Dick pointed. “I mean there was even this large awareness campaign about four years ago led by Beast Boy. Where were you?”

“Dead.” Jason deadpanned. “I was dead.”

“Oh… I guess you didn’t see Garfield’s movies then?” Steph asked, being the first to break through the heavy atmosphere.

“She is still a meta.” Jason tried to fight, but his arguments were wavering. 

“Which changes nothing. You will go to her tomorrow and apologize.” Tim said categorically. 

“Ugh! Fine. But I got one more interesting fact: Demon Spawn got himself a girlfriend.” He grinned and turned to Damian. Everyone followed his gaze.

“Tt. I have no idea what you are talking about Todd.” 

“That blonde! Charlie saw you two sitting and eating pastries together! She is the new intern!” Dick had a big fat smile on his face and his eyes were almost glittering. “Who is she? How did you two meet?”

“Blonde?” Tim suddenly paled considerably. “There is only one blonde intern. Please tell me you aren’t dating Chloe Bourgeoise of all people!” He squeaked.

Damian wanted to deny it further, but seeing the Replacement’s reaction he changed his mind. The grin that formed on his face was borderline malicious before turning back to the emotionless mask he wore every day. “Yes. She finally admitted that I was not at fault for the cake incident. She is actually tolerable now.” 

“What cake incident?” Steph asked, smelling some juicy story about her ex. That kind of story was the best.

“Tt. When we were at this gala in Paris two years ago, Replacement attacked me and we fell into the birthday cake.”

“It doesn’t sound…” Dick started, but Damian interrupted him.

“The cake had six levels and was about as tall as I am now. Mayor Bourgeoise was not happy that we ruined his precious princess’s birthday.”

“So that’s why we no longer go to Paris?”

“Tt. No. That’s because Jason almost trashed the Louvre.” 

“Right…” Tim mumbled while his eyes closed. In just a moment, he was snoring away on the chair.

“Damn. I thought it would work faster.” Barbara complained while peeling the near-invisible sticker away from his neck. 

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Thursday actually passed without any trouble for Marinette. The class finally got it through their collective single brain cell that she had the power to end their trip with two words. She was slowly getting the grip on the work and after some talk with Penny, where the woman practically forced Mari to listen to some additional advice. She was actually offended that the girl didn’t call her immediately. 

She did have to practically drag her barely conscious boss to a meeting in the afternoon, but he didn’t put up much of a fight after she gave him a Tikki Special Coffee. The small goddess giggled inside her pocket the entire time as the boy begged on his knees.

After work, she and Chloe went to the Gotham Zoological Garden. At first, she wanted to go to the Botanic Garden first, but their class was supposed to visit there after work, so the girls went to Zoo instead. Gotham had a much broader collection of birds than Paris did. And the less chance of running into their classmates, the better.

“...He did what?” Chloe asked louder than necessary, but nobody paid the two girls in smart outfits any attention.

“Yeah. But don’t worry. I gave him a piece of my mind.” Mari dismissed it.

“It’s still creepy.”

“I know. That’s why I sicced the police at him.”

“That’s my girl!” 

“Well, I threatened to send you and Damian after him, but I decided it would be too cruel.” She smiled. “Besides, I’ve seen that Red Buckethead is trending already.” She pulled out her phone and showed a post there was a picture of Red Hood next to a reversed red bucket.

FashionMari @QueenGoldie Someone in a red bucket was stalking me. I was torn between calling the police and criticizing their fashion choice. In the end, I did both. 

“Only you Goldie. Only you…”

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Friday was press conference day. For once, Mari woke up earlier and got dressed in record time. Chloe watched from the side-lines as the girl moved around like a tornado, preparing everything and triple-checking all arrangements. She changed outfits four times before finally the blonde grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to sit down. 

“Goldie! You know I love you and I would kill for you,” She started, “but if you don’t calm down I will tie you up and leave you here for the day.”

“But…!” Bluenette tried to protest, but Chloe cut her off.

“No buts. We are only sixteen. I for one came here to learn a bit and maybe meet someone. You are supposed to be learning. Nobody said anything about getting a full-time job.”

“The deal…”

“So what if they fire you?” Chloe raised her hands over her head. “Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous! You have Gabriel Agreste and Audrey Bourgeoise fighting over who will get you while Jagged Stone is willing to fly over half the world just to give your references in person. You run a very successful flower shop and even more successful boutique.”

“But…” She tried to muster a weak protest, but Chloe’s angry gaze made her wither. 

“I will not let you run yourself dry!” The blonde stated firmly. “So either you take a step back and breathe or I will call your uncle.”

“Not uncle Jagged! he already banned me from drinking coffee!”

“So you will behave?” Chloe asked with a smirk. 

“Fiiiinneee!” Mari couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Queenie. I needed this. I’m glad I have you as my friend. And sister.” 

“Well of course you needed me! Everyone needs me!” She huffed before her expression became more gentle and she pulled Mari into a hug. 

Downstairs the class was waiting for them. Probably they finally gathered the courage to confront her about Alya’s fate. The girl shouldn’t have lied while filing for promotion. Mari and Chloe stormed past them not even sparing them a glance. Outside, Adrien was already waiting inside the limousine with Gerard at the driver’s seat. 

“I’m glad your driver is finally here.”

“Me too!” The blond boy was practically beaming. “I’m free from Lila’s clutches.”

“Could you drop us at… No. 2 Twine Street?” Mari asked the gorilla, who only grunted in response.

“Um… We should be going to Wayne Tower.”

“Nope.” Mari popped the ‘p’. “You,” she pointed at Adrien, “are an intern in PR. I asked for you to be present at the press conference to help move stuff around and so on.” 

“And me?” Chloe asked. “If you expect me to…” 

“You’re there to support your boyfriend. He was the one that practically demanded that I get you there. He hates publicity.”

“Oh… Good then. Let’s go.”

“Boyfriend?” Adrien asked curiously. “You mean Wayne?”

“Yeah. Apparently Chloe found herself a partner in scheming.”

“I bet that their dates are filled with planning to take over the world.”

“We could’ve taken the world over by lunch if we wanted.” Chloe looked almost offended. “The question is what way would be the most suitable one.” 

All three of them broke into laughter as the car rode through the city of crime.

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About fifteen minutes before the press conference was scheduled to start, Tim Drake was still not there. None of the Waynes were there in fact. She sent about fifteen angry messages to Mr. Drake and he was still not here, which only fueled her stress and anger. 

The press had no idea so far and they were eagerly awaiting whatever news the company wanted to present. She bit her lower lips. Chloe was on the phone, trying to reach her boyfriend.

“If that idiot doesn’t get here in the next ten minutes, I’m going to consider stabbing him.” 

“Damian?!” Chloe shouted into her phone. 

“Tt. What do you want?”

“First of all, that’s not how you talk to your girlfriend. Second of all, where in the world is your excuse of a brother?! Mari is an inch from going ballistic!”

“Tt. He’s asleep.” Damian answered in an impassionate tone.

Mari leaped over and wrestled the phone from Chloe. “You go to him right this moment or I swear to all that’s holy and…”

“I get it.” He interrupted her, showing signs of irritation. There were some static and the camera blurred for a moment from the fast motion. When it returned, she saw barely awake Tim Drake wearing blue onesies. 

“wah…”

“Get yourself cleaned up and into a suit in the next three minutes!” She shouted. God bless the soundproof backstage.

“Um… But I will never make…”

“I’m certain you have a great webcam somewhere in this big mansion of yours. Set it in the library and call me in the next few minutes. I so hope you were not supposed to be the model because gods help me…” She took a look at his terrified face. “Of course you were…” 

“In my defense…”

“Shut up. Get going!” She hanged up and turned to Adrien and Chloe, who were looking at her with a mixture of fear and awe. “What are you waiting for?!” She tossed a package to the boy. “You get dressed in the new product.” She pushed him outside and into the janitor’s closet on the other side. “And you’re coming with me!” She dragged Chloe toward the main room. The blonde was sent to the technics room to get the feed started while Mari stepped on the scene. The chatter died quickly and all reporters turned to her.

“Hi. Please forgive us for the slight delay. We have minor technical difficulties that are being solved as we speak. In the meantime, you are free to take the seats. The conference is about to start.” 

Behind her, a screen slowly descended. She saw Adrien leaning from the doors leading backstage and smiling at her. 

“Without further ado, I present you Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises.”

The image of the teen with black hair appeared on the screen and he waved everyone. He was holding a red cup of coffee with black polka dots, the same Tikki summoned for him the first time. 

Satisfied with herself, Marinette allowed herself a moment of rest. The conference was going well and after a minute of silence for the dead in the recent attack, the presentation began. Adrien was a natural model so it all went great. Wayne Tech in co-operation with Gabriel brand was introducing a new line of ‘smart’ fabric that could withstand medium stress and was almost impossible to dirty or stain. She had to admit it was quite amazing. Apparently, it was partially how Mr. Agreste got her class internship. Granted, Adrien was not supposed to be the model but you don’t look a gifted horse in the mouth. 

Everything was going great until the doors to the room were kicked open and several goons barged in, followed by none other than Two-face. Everyone immediately fell onto the floor. Mari couldn’t help but sigh exasperatedly. Why did it have to go wrong at every turn?

Ignoring the terrified stares, she stormed toward the intruders. “Excuse me, sir?” She asked with an emotionless face.

“What?” The man looked clearly irritated.

“I don’t see your name on the guest list. Did you remember to call in advance?”

“Of course not! Do I look like…” The criminal was clearly angry. 

“Then I apologize, but I must ask you to leave now.” 

“Do you have any idea who I am?” Two-face pulled his gun.

“I’m sorry, sir, but if you are not on on the list, I can’t let you stay.” She said in an emotionless voice. Mari was honestly too tired to care at this point. Maybe at least the evening would be better.

“I’m not sure you get the situation, miss. I’m not here for the interviews. Everyone pull out your wallets and drop them in the sacks!” He shouted while his men started to walk around.

“Hm… That won’t do.” She said. After muttering something under her breath, Mari tossed her clipboard. The spinning board hit one of the mooks in the head, knocking him cold, before bouncing and hitting the next one. After that, it returned to her hand. 

That was enough for Two-Face. He aimed his gun at her, but she moved faster than he anticipated. Within seconds, she grabbed his wrist and pushed it up so he was aiming at the ceiling. She squeezed it hard enough to make him drop the gun right into her other waiting hand. The girl let go of his wrist and disassembled the gun into pieces in what could become record time. 

Now irritated, Mari grabbed Two-face by his tie and pulled him down until they were at the same eye-level. 

“I was trying to do it peacefully sir. I am now ordering you to leave. Otherwise, I will actually have to hurt you.” She leaned closer until she was able to whisper. “And don’t make mistakes, Dent. I can and will hurt you.” For a moment her eyes lost the blue coloring and became entirely iridescent green, glowing slightly. 

Harvey Dent rarely felt fear. His life was more often than not guided by the toss of a coin. Now though, he stared in the eyes of Poison Ivy, except ten times scarier. He was already afraid of that woman after she almost fed him to her ‘precious’.

“I… I am deeply sorry madame.” He spoke carefully. “Men! We are moving out. Leave the bags!” And with that, they were all gone. 

Most of the reporters gave Mari big applause. There was only one angry old man that stared daggers at the girl. 

“You let that scum go away!” He shouted. “He was a criminal.”

“Sir. You are free to go after him if that’s your wish. I’m at work and my job description never included chasing after criminals.”

“But… But…” 

“Anyway, we were in the middle of the press conference if I’m not mistaken.”

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ミ★ synopsis: in which you decide to tell your old high school bully that your roommate you’ve been pining after for the past eight months is your boyfriend.

ミ★ genre: crack, fluff, fake relationship tings, roommates!

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 2,089

ミ★ pairings: wonwoo x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi! back with another oneshot ! I plan to release a oneshot for each member of seventeen at some point during my tumblr career hehe. I recently hit 60 followers which is really crazy? I gained a lot from the mini social media au I made and it really made me like :,) because hehe validation anyways, enjoy this cute little oneshot i wrote for my boy wonwoo!

“There’s no way he’s your boyfriend yn, not even the high school furry liked you!” Your old bully tells you, staring at the guy you pointed at in disbelief. You frown at her, feeling the nerves building up in your stomach from the blatant LIE you just spoke.

Now here you were at the coffee shop you work at to help pay for your basic needs while you’re in college. It’s a rather cute shop, if you do say so yourself, not too far from your shared apartment with your roommate Wonwoo.

The story of how you and Wonwoo became roommates is rather short and anticlimactic. Basically you and Wonwoo had mutual friends (read: Mingyu) and said mutual friend was like “Okay, my bffie Wonwoo is looking for a roommate and you need a place to stay, I think I’ve connected the dots.”

“You didn’t connect shit.”

“No, I’ve connected them.”

And that’s how you and Wonwoo met, through sir Mingyu. You guys have been living together for a year and a half now. You both get along rather well, your dynamic is nice. Wonwoo is rather clean, but he can’t really cook for the life of him so you’re the one who does the cooking at the apartment. You both like to read beside each other at night. Usually you guys have discussions on your current read and whether or not you guys would recommend the book to anyone or not. It’s like your own mini book club.

At first, this next activity was just a you thing. On Fridays when you weren’t busy, you’d put in a movie and make pizza. In the first month you started doing this, Wonwoo would just take a piece of pizza then retreat to his room after bidding you a small, “Thanks!” In the second month of you living together, Wonwoo started joining in on your movie nights. You both started switching off on who would choose the movie every week, and now it’s a tradition.

and now you both have hidden feelings towards each other but are too afraid to make a move, but that’s not important. yes it is you’re lying.

Wonwoo also likes to stop by and pick you up from work at times because he knows you don’t appreciate walking home alone, even though you do work rather close to where you guys live. This is due to an incident where a homeless man got mad at you for only giving him a five dollar bill, grabbing your arm forcefully so that you couldn’t run away. You ended up kicking him in the area where the sun does not shine, and you sprinted to your apartment crying. Wonwoo calmed you down by making you tea, and promised to try and pick you up from work when he could.

So that’s how you end up in this position now. You’re about to end your shift, and Wonwoo is waiting at one of the tables drinking the hot chocolate you made him as he waits for you. Only for your old bully from high school to suddenly walk in and start… a whole… conversation with you….

“Oh my god, yn?” You glance up from the latte you’re making, only to immediately look back down at it because jesus christ it’s fucking Eunji.

Eunji made your high school life absolute ass. She always befriended the people you’d start talking to, making them leave you behind as she told them false rumors. Of course, her being the more sociable one, they believed her right away. Who would believe the quiet one who has like one friend? Yeah, that’s right. You were rather lonely during high school due to this, but as soon as you entered college, things got a lot better.

You met Mingyu first, the 6’2” giant who has the personality that resembles a puppy. You became friends due to a shared chemistry class you were both forced to take. You bonded well over the fact that you both dislike science, and became best friends. He introduced you to his other friends after you and Wonwoo moved in together, and now your friend group consists of 12 other guys who act like babies. Basically, Mingyu is a friend matchmaker, a rather successful one at that.

“My god, it really is you. Do you go to Seoul University too?” She asks as she steps closer to the counter, tapping her acrylics on the hard surface. You clench your jaw slightly, turning around and placing the now finished latte on the other counter, calling out the customer’s name, before heading back over to take her order.

“Yeah, I’m in the psychology building.” You tell her with a fake smile, preparing the register to take her order.

“Oh really? Still quite a nerd, huh?” She asks with the most shit eating grin you've ever seen in your life, and it makes you want to jump across this counter and choke her. However, you choose to ignore her comment for the sake of your income.

“What would you like to order Eunji?”

“Are you dating anyone yet?” She asks instead, and it takes everything in your being to not sigh out loud.

“Yn, I’ll be taking over now.” You hear Yeri say behind you, and you let out a small smile. “It was nice seeing you Eunji.” You tell her, turning around and taking off your apron.

“Thank you Yeri.” You whisper and she gives you a knowing smile, nodding her head as you walk off.

You head towards the back where the break room is, unlocking your locker. You bite your lip at the recent conversation with the spawn of satan herself, letting your head hit the metal for a moment. You haven’t had a boyfriend, ever. You’ve been a bit luckier during your time in college because you have had a few guys ask you out, but you always turn them down. Why? Because you only want one guy, and that happens to be your goddamn roommate.

Letting out a sigh, you take out your padded coat and put it on, along with your red scarf. You step out of the break room, making your way to Wonwoo, only for Eunji to stop right in front of you with a big smile on her face.

“You never answered my question, do you have a boyfriend yet, yn?” You stare at her with the most deadpan expression, trying to step past her but she blocks you once again.

“Why aren’t you answering? Is it cause you still haven’t managed to get a guy to like you?” She asks with a small chuckle and you feel your blood boil.

god. this bitch is obsessed with me !!

“Actually Eunji, I do have a boyfriend. He’s waiting for me right now at that table over there.” You say, pointing over to where Wonwoo is sitting. She turns to look, and her eyes widen before she turns back to look at you.

“Jeon Wonwoo??” You nod your head with a small smile, feeling the regret pooling at your stomach.

haha why did i just do that :D

When you told Eunji that Wonwoo was your boyfriend, you completely forgot the fact that Jeon Wonwoo... was one of the most eligible bachelors at Seoul University... aha… ahahah….

“Yeah, we’ve been together for over a year now.” You say with a forced smile, which you hope looks genuine. She gapes at you, “There’s no way he’s your boyfriend yn, not even the high school furry liked you!”

Ouch.

“Thanks Eunji.” You tell her, trying to walk over to Wonwoo who is too invested in his book to have even noticed you being harrassed by this purple haired twat. Eunji’s faster though, and she walks over and starts a conversation with Wonwoo despite the absolute horror written across your face.

“Hi Wonwoo, my name is Eunji.” She says, giving a rather.. flirtatious smile. You frown immediately at the sight.

“Uh, hi?” He says, placing his bookmark into the book and turning to give her his attention.

“That girl, yn, over there,” She turns to point at you and his eyes widen a bit once he realizes that you’re off your shift. He gives you a smile and you give him a nervous smile back. “She says you’re her boyfriend?”

It’s almost comical how Wonwoo’s eyes widen even more and you almost facepalm. Eunji takes notice of this, and her lips form into a small smirk.

“Is this true?” She asks him and he glances over at you. You’re staring down at the floor, fiddling with your hands. Wonwoo feels his heart warm, and he stands up, towering over Eunji. She smiles at Wonwoo, thinking he’s gonna flirt with her as she takes in his handsome features from close up, only for him to step past her and make his way over to you.

“Wait wha-”

Wonwoo pulls you into his warm embrace and your eyes widen, arms instinctively wrapping around his middle. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and you feel your face turn red. “How cute, you’re telling people I’m your boyfriend now?” He whispers as you pull away from him to look at his face. You give him a playful glare, about to push him away when Eunji stops you in your tracks.

“Wait. You’re actually dating this girl?”

“Uh, hell yeah? She’s perfect hello.” Wonwoo says as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, and you feel your knees turn to jelly. Thinking to yourself, oh my god the guy i’ve been pining over for the past eight months just said i’m perfect. Eunji gives you a death glare, her ears turning red from anger.

“T-that’s ridiculous! You could’ve dated literally anybody else, and you choose her?!” She asks, voice getting higher in pitch the angrier she gets. Wonwoo glares at her, immediately making her cower a bit. You raise an eyebrow at the sight of Eunji actually being a bit afraid.

“I don’t know who you think you are that you have the right to say that about my girlfriend, or anyone in that matter, but it’s not right. I love yn, she’s my girlfriend for a reason. I’m sorry that you’re too jealous of her to even realize how wonderful of a person she is.” He defends you and you feel your face heat up again.

ima kiss this man right square on the mouth with his CONSENT.

“B-but, you never… you never made it apparent that you guys were even dating! There’s no way, this has to be a setup-” Wonwoo effectively cuts off Eunji.

By turning his head towards you and planting his lips onto yours. Your eyes widen for a split second because holy fucking shit, before closing them and kissing him back. You take notice of how soft his lips are, and how they taste faintly of chocolate and whipped cream. Wonwoo tastes a bit of coffee on your lips with a hint of caramel as well. He smiles against your lips at the thought of you sneaking some caramel syrup, thus causing you to smile as well.

“Were you eating some of the caramel syrup while you were making coffee?” He whispers against your lips teasingly, and you giggle. “What kind of person would I be if I wasn’t, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“O-oh my God.” Eunji mutters defeatedly, turning around and basically running out of the coffee shop. Once she’s gone, you and Wonwoo stare at each other with blushing faces.

“So, you like me huh?” He asks and you roll your eyes playfully, getting ready to push him away once again, only for him to squeeze your shoulders.

“You’re the one who kissed me Wonu.”

“You’re the one who said I’m your boyfriend, when I don’t remember us having reached that step yet.”

“Touché.”

You both stare at each other, challenge in your eyes. Only for you to let out a small giggle after a moment, and he chuckles too. He places a small kiss on your forehead, before pulling back and intertwining your fingers together.

“Let’s talk about this at home, huh?” He suggests and you nod your head eagerly.

“Please.” You both head out of the coffee shop, starting your walk home.

“I’m sorry for kissing you without your consent yn, I realize I should’ve asked you before I did it.” Wonwoo apologizes, and you nudge him a bit. 

“I’ve been pining after you for like eight months, it was quite literally a dream come true.”

“Eight months huh?” He teases and you hit his arm making him laugh.

“You know, who was that girl? Why was she so mean to you?” Wonwoo asks after a moment of walking in silence and you let out a small sigh as you swing your guys’ intertwined hands.

“Now that, is a long story…. that I will tell at home.” You answer and he smiles. You both think to yourselves a bit more, settling back into a comfortable silence. Only for Wonwoo to break it and ask,

“Wanna make jjajangmyeon?”

“Hell fucking yeah I do.”

“Great, it’s a date.”

“Wonwoo, we live together.”

“Even better!”