#tou and the murder kitten

[toushindai]

Do you have any thoughts on the relationships between characters so far in Hades II? Any predictions? How would you say they compare to those of Hades 1? Btw, love your megzag fic. You were The Author I went to for them back when 1.0 just came out.

Hello anon, and thank you!! I miss megzag so much, they are my everything. I will say that no one in Hades II so far is seizing me quite the way they do, especially not ship-wise—but let’s put the rest of this under a cut.

Below the readmore is an absolute free-for-all of spoilers so please be careful!

Overall the impression I get—especially from how Mel talks to and about Aphrodite—is that Mel thinks of love as something she’ll get around to once she has a chance to sit down and study how it works, which obviously comes after her task in importance. Now this is not how matters of the heart work, which presumably is why it’s immediately obvious that she and Icarus are BIG into each other. Which is cute, undeniably. I wish them happiness. Though that’s not really quite shipping, is it.

I’m still waiting for melnem to seize me like it has everyone else; I’m not opposed, but as of yet I’m not quite seeing what they have to offer each other. They are both striving for each other, that’s something; I just don’t yet see how that pulls them into bed with each other. It seems like the last thing on either of their minds. Except they do keep talking about taking each other’s clothes off. Are they flirting? They may be. At the very least I think SGG is sending deliberate “don’t worry, we ARE going there” signs. So far I am not drawn in by Mel/Moros as a ship, either. I’d much rather that shit-stirring suggestion of Eris’s (that the Fates are trying to set him up) be something that he finds kind of perturbing, that his sisters would try to set him up with someone just because she’s been nice to him. I would ship Moros/Dora. I think that would be cute and funny.

No despite all odds what I am 4k words into so far is some meleris. Well. I mean, that’s what the file name is called, and there’s some making out involved, but I don’t know if this is going to become a romantic or even physical relationship by the time I get wherever I’m going with it. Listen… I just love Eris. This horrible little gremlin whose ideals absolutely no one around her respects, so in response she doubles down on her gremlinhood. She’s at odds with Mel by their very natures and yet Mel keeps coming over to her little corner to give her the same gift over and over. I think they find each other frustrating but in the way a pet finds a puzzle treat toy frustrating, and I don’t think they know what kind of relationship they’re building with each other, but certainly one is building. I don’t think Eris really knows what a friend feels like and I don’t think she knows how to behave to keep a friend. I don’t think Mel knows why she is extending kindness to Gal Who Keeps Shooting Her And Littering. I, the player, am absolutely approaching this from the perspective of “someone in Eris’s entire life needs to be stubbornly kind to her as opposed to every authority figure in her life treating her like a problem child” but I don’t know if Mel feels the same way, consciously or un-.

Eris is just all around a deeply interesting presence in the game—the Unseen seem to me to be a cult (neutral use of the word) to Nyx and Eris is absolutely a dissenting voice against that. And everything else. The game has done the opposite of selling me on either “Chronos should rule” OR “the Olympians should continue unopposed” so I think we should hear Eris out. Did you know that “strife” and “strive” come from the same root. Something something the importance of dissent. Let her cook. Explosives. And drink bath water I guess.

Other things of interest.

The “your family may be vain idiots you hate being around but it’s still an inherent good to interact with them” tone of the epilogue of Hades I never pleased me greatly; so far, Hades II seems to be going “got it, just because someone is related to you by blood doesn’t mean you inherently have to feel anything for them” which I—I—I agree with that. Fundamentally. BUT THAT’S MY FAMILYYYY AND I LOVE THEMMMM TToTT… Supergiant is doing a fascinating thing where the majority of their players know Mel’s family better than she does, where Mel questions how strongly she even wants revenge for the family she’s never known while we, clutching our keyboards or controllers, are snarling Let Me At Him Let Me At Him I Love Those People. The “what do I care? I don’t even know them” is so deeply upsetting and I think that once there is an actual endgame that will get addressed but I a little bit wish we had not been given that line until we were ready to deal with it because it currently gives me an emotion.

Hecate is so interesting as a contrast to Hades—in some ways she is encouraging Mel towards much better emotional health but also. but also. Putting tremendous pressure on her, and telling her she must not think of Hecate as her mother or the Crossroads as her home. Asking Mel to leave these gaping holes in her heart so that her blood family and original home can fill them someday. I have to wonder if there’s a part of Melinoë that feels like Hecate is withholding these things because Mel isn’t good enough yet, and—deeper still—a part of her that fears that if she cannot become good enough, she will be subject to the same impatient disdain that Hecate aims at Nemesis and Eris. I don’t think Hecate is evil but I think she maybe doesn’t see the effect her single-mindedness might have.

And lastly, Chaos. Chaos!! Last night Chaos asked me, “Do you tolerate my gates stabbing you and my mark making your life difficult just because you want to look at me” and you know what. Yeah. Their new design is everything in this whole world to me. Chaos I am going to change how I dye my undercut to be more like you. But also I absolutely love what they’re going through emotionally in this game. Listen, if they had turned the Fates over to Chronos just because they like thwarting the Fates, I would have winced but forgiven them. This is a known! I don’t require them to operate under human morality! But the fact that they feel they were deceived and the indications that this troubles them, that they are not USED to feeling troubled, that they look at the way things are currently and say I would like things to be different actually, that they ask Mel for a response when they confess their part in the current goings-on (despite there not really being a question there IIRC!) but wait until so deep into the game to do so—Chaos I Love You. Would You Like A Hug. We stan an alexithymic primordial originator. Also “perhaps he shall release them if you use sufficient violence” is the funniest sentence in the world and I will continue to do my best 🫡

[worldwidemochiguy]

Finish That Sentence (M)

When he opened his mouth again, you could taste the anger dripping past those sinful lips. 

“No.”

 “Yes.” 

“Kitten, when I say ‘No’… it isn’t a suggestion.” 

“Good, I didn’t ask for one.”

➵ Warnings: 18+, Yandere Jimin, Smut, Fingering, Oral (m and f receiving), Edging, Penetrative Sex, Daddy kink (oop), Jimin calls you kitten a lot, Slight Degradation

➵ Word Count: 4K

➵ Masterlist

“I’m sorry, what did you just say, kitten?” 

You swallowed hard, willing your hands to remain steady as you clenched them by your sides. Don’t give in, you told yourself, stifling the urge to just surrender and beg for mercy. You’re in the right.

“I-I said,” You stammered, flushing when he smirked at your undeniable nerves. You cleared your throat and made another attempt, hoping in the brief time passed since you last opened your mouth you had somehow grown a backbone. 

“I said… I want to go out tonight.” 

“Oh. Well, of course, kitten.” Jimin replied smoothly, and you knew it had been too easy, you couldn’t relax just yet. “Where do you want me to take you?” 

“Actually, um…” You hesitated, and your boyfriend raised a mocking brow. 

“Go on, baby, I’m waiting.” 

You took a fortifying breath, before letting it all cascade out of you. 

“I want to go to a friend’s party and it’s at a club and I don’t want you to come.”

Your breath ran dry. Jimin’s jaw muscles jumped under smooth skin. He rose from where he was reclined on the couch, standing up so that the two of you were eye to eye. 

You could see every ounce of restraint weighing down his muscles, slowing his arm to a glacial pace as he tucked his index finger under your chin. But, in those eyes, there was a rage swirling in the depths which you often glimpsed but never submerged yourself in. You wondered if this was the night where you would finally get the chance to drown. 

When he opened his mouth again, you could taste the anger dripping past those sinful lips.

 “No.” 

In that one word were a thousand utterances, a thousand missed opportunities to have fun with your friends who you missed so much, and all because of him. You had rolled over and played dead so many times, but you have had enough. 

“Yes.” You snapped, and his eyes widened, in danger of revealing the roiling currents of fury underneath the placid surface.

“Kitten, when I say No… it isn’t a suggestion.” 

“Good, I didn’t ask for one.”

Your back ached as Jimin slammed you against the wall. His hand — which had slipped behind to cradle your head, preventing injury — came down to encircle your throat, while his other busied itself restraining your wrists above your head. You had no choice but to arch into him in discomfort. He pressed his body against yours, revelling in your small whimpers. 

“Kitten thinks she calls the shots, huh?” Jimin asked patronisingly, before grinding against you. You thrashed in his hold defiantly, even as a part of you went molten beneath his body heat. “You think you can speak like that? To me?”  

“You say worse things to me every- oh!” Your breath hitched as his teeth dug into that sensitive spot below your ear. You felt him smirk against your heated skin, a huff of laughter at your choked moan as he rolled his hips against you once more. 

“That’s because I’m in charge, kitten. You’re mine. You have to show me some respect.” 

That comment drove you over the edge. 

“I’m- you- get off of me!” You shoved him away, making no effort to help him as he stumbled back, eyes hooded and lips swollen from the effort to carve his ownership into the bruises on your neck. Surprisingly, he didn’t attempt to plaster himself on you again. He merely watched as you tugged your shirt back into place, smoothing your hair down with a trembling hand. 

“I am not your property.” You stated, annoyance flaring as Jimin chuckled. “I can… I can do what I want. I’m an adult. You can’t just tell me what to do or I swear to god I’ll-” 

I’ll break up with you. 

The threat had been on the tip of your tongue when his eyes met yours. And there it withered, died, and blew away on the wind. You had been right. Tonight would be the night you drowned in Park Jimin. 

His rage was no longer on a leash. It sunk itself into his muscles as he prowled towards you, step by step, until you were voluntarily pressing yourself against the wall in an effort to evade him. He paused a hairsbreadth away from you, close enough to feel the tension of each coiled muscle, pulled taut and waiting to pounce. 

“Or you’ll what?” He breathed, and you flinched. The corner of his lips tugged upwards, and a finger trailed delicately along your cheekbone. Soothing the lamb before the slaughter. “C’mon kitten, what’re you gonna do, hmm?” 

“I-I… uhm-”

“Go on, finish that sentence.” 

His finger tensed, the nail cutting into your skin. 

“I…” You hesitated, before closing your eyes and swallowing your pride in one rancid gulp. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to go. You were right.” 

His gaze flickered with satisfaction, but it was not enough to temper the overwhelming wrath which swum in the depths of his dark eyes. 

“That’s not what you were going to say, is it, kitten?” He leaned in to run his nose along the column of your throat, making you whimper slightly as he put pressure on the capillaries he had burst with his possessive kisses. “Say what you want to say, like I told you to. It’s okay, I won’t get mad.”

You’re already mad, you would’ve said if his teeth weren’t so close to your jugular. 

“I was going to say… that I would… b-break up with you.” You whispered, and his entire body tensed. “B-But I didn’t mean it!” You hastened to add, reaching for his hands and clutching them desperately, “I wouldn’t really break up with you! It was a lie! I’m sorry!”  

“Good girls don’t lie.” Jimin replied eventually, his voice devoid of all emotion even as his eyes screamed bloody murder. “You must be mistaken. Good girls don’t lie and I know you’re my good girl.” 

“I am your good girl.” You responded frantically, gripping his unresponsive hands as if you could force your sincerity in through skin contact, “I’m your good girl and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I was just being stupid!” 

“Well at least you didn’t lie about that.” Jimin looked up at you, eyes twinkling with sardonic satisfaction. “You are stupid if you ever think you could leave me and get away with it.” 

The world tilted on its axis and it took you a few moments to realise Jimin had tossed you over his shoulder. You went limp, resigning yourself to the punishments you were bound to endure. Whatever it was, you just had to take it, it would be easier for you that way. 

It was difficult to navigate your apartment upside down. It was also unnecessary. You knew where Jimin was taking you. Sure enough, after a few moments of breathless disorientation, Jimin flung you down on your shared bed, remaining at the foot, watching with dark eyes as you tried to rearrange yourself into some semblance of dignity. 

“You lied about wanting to leave me.” Jimin’s voice was cutting, like it always was when he found a reason to punish you. And, inexorably, you had to submit to him. 

“Yes.” 

“But we already know that good girls don’t lie. What does that make you, kitten?” 

Your mouth went dry. You knew what he wanted. 

“I-I’m a bad girl, Jimin.” 

“Jimin?” He repeated, and you belatedly realised your mistake as he strode around the bed and wound a hand in your hair, yanking it back ruthlessly.

“Daddy! I’m sorry, daddy!”

“What are you, kitten?” He asked again, and you held back a sob. You liked it so much better when he was kind to you. 

“I’m a bad girl, daddy.” 

“And what do bad girls deserve?”

“…Bad girls deserve to be punished, daddy.” 

He leaned down, bringing his face closer to yours until the tips of your noses almost brushed. If you had been good, Jimin would have maybe kissed the tip of your nose, making you both giggle. But you hadn’t been good. You had been bad, and now you were being forced to reap what you had sown. 

“Do you think you deserve a punishment, kitten?” 

No! All you had wanted to do was go out and meet your friends, there was nothing wrong with-

Jimin yanked your hair again and you gasped, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. 

“Y-Yes, I deserve a punishment, daddy.”

“Use your manners, kitten, c’mon. Ask nicely.” He hissed, and you nodded obediently, as much as you could with his grip still painfully tight in your hair.

“Please, daddy, punish me. I’ve been a bad girl. I deserve it. Please.” 

“Well done, kitten.” 

You resented the fact that you blushed at his praise, something which made him snicker, trailing a hand down your reddened cheeks. 

“So eager,” He murmured, cupping your jaw for a second before he shoved you away. 

“Hands up,” He commanded, and you slipped into the familiar motions, raising your crossed wrists to the headboard where you knew a pair of restraints were affixed. Jimin made quick work of your hands, electing not to bind your ankles, arranging your body as he wished. 

After five minutes, your clothes had been removed whilst Jimin remained fully dressed, gazing at you with dark eyes. He had positioned you sat up against the headboard — to which you were tied — with legs spread wide open for his convenience. 

Your cheeks burned as he climbed onto the bed, unable to stop the instinctual clenching of your legs together. He gripped your ankles and ruthlessly tugged them apart again, laughing cruelly as you squirmed. 

“Now, now, kitten, don’t move. You look so pretty like this.” He breathed, eyes fixed firmly on your core which, to your embarrassment, was practically dripping on the bedsheets. 

“Sorry, daddy.” You whined, twisting your wrists against their ties restlessly, appreciating the slight burn which kept you rooted in reality.

“So polite, baby, aren’t you?” Jimin smirked, still making no move to touch you, “Where were these manners earlier, hmm? Or, is this what you wanted all along?”

“Yes,” You whispered, trying to wrap your legs around Jimin’s waist and tug him closer, to his amusement, “Daddy, please, touch-”

“Oh, baby wants me to touch her?” He laughed at your insistent nod, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes, please,” You babbled, sinking fully into the headspace, “I’ll do anything, daddy, I want to such your cock, I want you to fuck me, please, anything-”

Your speech melted into a high-pitched whine as Jimin shoved a finger in you without warning. Though his digits weren’t very long, they were thick, and you could feel each knuckle as his finger sunk into you, stretching you out crudely. 

“You’re so wet,” Jimin chuckled, crooking his finger in a way that made you see stars, “God, I could just fuck you right now, couldn’t I?”

“Yes, please dadd- ah!” You moaned as Jimin added another finger, scissoring them within you and making you feel so deliciously full. 

It must have made quite a sight. Jimin, in slacks and a black button down with the forearms rolled up, viciously pumping his fingers into your naked writhing form, already starting to glisten with sweat.

By the time he added a third finger, you were gone. He kept rubbing insistently over the bundle of nerves within you, and each time his fingers were buried to the hilt, he would roll his thumb on your clit, making you clench tight on him over and over again. 

“Jimin, I’m going to- oh please, ah, let me come, daddy, please?” 

Jimin hummed, sitting back on his heels as he seemed to mull over the question, all the while pumping his fingers viciously into your tight hole. You tried to roll your hips onto his hand, meeting his thrusts, but he braced his other hand over your hips, pinning you down so you were forced to just lie there helplessly and take whatever he gave you. 

“Daddy, I’m-” You started to convulse as you felt the familiar tug at your belly button, the pleasure building within you and about to overflow, and Jimin yanked his fingers out of you abruptly. 

You whined as you felt the cool air brush against your empty hole, close to tears as the blinding pleasure of the orgasm dissipated, leaving behind an uncomfortable sensitivity. 

“Daddy,” You moaned, kicking your legs petulantly, “I was about to come.”

“Only good girls get to come, kitten.” Jimin stated, and you felt like you were about to cry.

“I am a good girl!” 

“Oh, really?” He asked, eyebrow cocked at your pathetic form, lying prone on the bed. 

“Yes, I promise, daddy, I’m good.” 

“Okay, then.” Jimin murmured, unconvinced, bringing his fingers covered with your slick up to your mouth. “Suck.” 

You took them into your mouth obediently, bobbing your head up and down, letting your tongue dart out to lick at his knuckles. He shoved them into your mouth suddenly, and you gagged, but didn’t pull off. He cooed at you as tears began to brim at your eyes. 

“Oh, kitten. You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? So eager to have something in your mouth, poor baby.” Jimin cooed, and you whined pitifully around his fingers. “I’m going to untie your wrists now. Is that okay, baby girl?”

You nodded obediently, leaning back as he fiddled with the restraints. He captured your mouth in a filthy kiss as he did so, jamming his tongue into your mouth and twisting it sinuously around yours as if he was trying to taste the arousal you had licked off his fingers. 

You let out a groan of relief as your wrists were finally free and Jimin snickered, eyes shining with satisfaction as you rubbed the red marks. He sat back against the headboard, directing you into a position lying on your front between his legs. 

“Take my trousers off, baby.” He commanded, and you obeyed quickly, unzipping the slacks and tugging them down. Through his briefs, you could see the bulge of his erection, thick and hard, a slight wet spot where his precome had pressed against the fabric. You flushed with pride at the thought that just fingering you had made him so aroused. 

“You have to take off my briefs now, kitten.” Jimin said, almost amused since you had just been staring at his cock for the last minute, trailing your hand up and down his muscular thigh distractedly. At his command, you nodded hurriedly and pulled them off, finally allowing his erection to spring free. 

You licked your lips, and Jimin laughed. 

“So fucking desperate, aren’t you kitten? What a dirty slut my baby is.”

“Yes,” You mindlessly agreed, “Your baby.” 

Jimin took himself into his hand, hissing slightly at the contact, and slapped his cock against your face. You whined, trying to chase it with your mouth, and he finally gave in. 

“Okay, open up baby.” He murmured — unnecessary since your mouth was already wide open — taking hold of your jaw with one hand and using the other to feed you his cock.

Immediately, you took him in down to the base, nose brushing against the spare hair as your throat contracted around him frantically, trying to swallow. His fingers wound into your hair tightly, and he began guiding you up and down his length, using your throat as a cocksleeve. 

“God, so fucking-” Jimin grunted, dropping his head back as you gagged around him, “So fucking perfect, kitten. My perfect baby slut. Take me so- ungh - so well.”

You moaned around his length, both at the praise and the feel of him, heavy on your tongue. 

The knowledge that you were being used to chase Jimin’s selfish release made you slip even further into headspace, where everything was a hazy mess of overwhelming pleasure and stinging pain. You could feel the urge to come, which had cruelly receded as fast as it arrived, slowly flowing back into you. 

Jimin braced both legs against the bed bracketing your head, giving no warning before he began thrusting harshly into your throat. He held your head steady as his hips pistoned into you, groaning as you whimpered and spluttered around him, tears running down your flushed face like a river.

You had no chance to breathe, and when you were light-headed enough that you truly thought you were about to faint, Jimin yanked himself out of you. You weren’t allowed to slump against his thigh like you would’ve liked, as Jimin held your face in place as he came, strokes of white decorating your tongue, cheeks and even your forehead. 

You stayed there, eyes closed, until Jimin released you and you collapsed against his leg with a gasp. His fingers stroked through your hair distractedly as your and his pants mingled in the heady air. 

“So good, baby.” He praised you softly, and you whimpered. “Do you want daddy to take care of you?” 

“Yes, please, daddy.” You begged, excitement starting to reenergise you as Jimin tugged you up the bed.

“Such a polite little girl,” He mused, smiling as he watched you shuffle into place, lazily unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. 

“You’re my baby girl, right, kitten?” Jimin purred, and you echoed back mindlessly.

“Yours, daddy, your good girl.” 

Jimin swiped a finger through the still-wet come on your face, lifting it again to your swollen lips. 

“Suck, but don’t swallow.” He instructed you firmly, and you nodded, eagerly taking the finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the familiar bitter taste. 

Once Jimin had fed you all the come that had lingered on your face, he leaned in for a filthy kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, collecting all the come he had made you keep like some sort of pet. As soon as he pulled away, leaving you breathless, he shot you a cocky smirk — even with his mouth full — and lurched down to your core. 

He fucked you with his tongue, spearing the muscle with sharp motions, drawing out a truly unholy sound as he spat back his own come into you. The feel of it, wet and filthy and degrading, made you clench around thin air. Though, Jimin soon remedied that. He plunged two fingers back into you down to the last knuckle, leaning up slightly to suck your clit. 

“Ah, fuck, daddy!” You cried, back arching as Jimin added another finger just as he laved his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. “P-Please, oh, fuck me, please.” 

“You like that?” Jimin purred, his lips glazed with your slick and come, “You like being daddy’s little cumslut? My own personal fuckdoll?” 

At his crude words, Jimin shoved another finger into you, meaning he was pumping almost his whole hand into your tight hole as you moaned and cried. Tears were running down your face from the stimulation, but Jimin just didn’t let up. 

“Yes, I’m- ah, I’m your fuckdoll! Daddy, please, m’gonna, oh, m’gonna come.”

Jimin pulled his mouth away from you to give your core a sharp spank. You jerked away from him, but couldn’t put up much resistance when he tugged you back. 

“You aren’t going to come unless it’s on my cock, understand, kitten?” 

You whimpered pitifully, and his voice softened. 

“Does my angel want to be fucked now?” 

“Yes,’ You sobbed, clutching at him desperately, trying to pull him up, “Please, daddy, I’m- m’your angel, please.”

“Okay, kitten.” He smiled at you benevolently, wiping his slick-covered face on the bedsheet before pushing himself up on his forearms and crawling up the bed to you. 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as soon as you could, tugging him close until your rapidly rising chests were touching. He captured you in a kiss, slanting his mouth against yours in a way that made your toes curl, swiping his tongue into you possessively. You gave into him with ease. 

When you felt his head nudge at your entrance, you whimpered against his mouth, but instead of rejoining your lips like you had expected, Jimin pulled away completely. Ignoring your protests, he sat himself up on his knees, lifting your hips until they rested on the top of his thighs. 

He gripped you firmly, stopping you from any attempt to roll your hips, so his cock was infuriatingly just out of reach, though every so often he would shift and the forehead would brush your clit, making you moan pathetically. 

“Daddy,” You whimpered, so close to release and yet so far, “Please, fuck me. Please.”

“You’ll never say anything like that again, right baby?” Though his voice was soft, his eyes were merciless as they watched you writhe in desperation. 

“Say what? Daddy, I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re… just- please-”

“You’ll never disobey me.” He stated, and you shook your head fervently.

“Never, I promise!”

“You’ll never ask to go to a club without me.”

“I won’t! I don’t want to go anywhere without you daddy, I’m sorry.”

“You’ll never…” He hesitated, his voice cracking slightly as he repeated, “You’ll never threaten to break up with me.” 

You gasped, the arousal building in you becoming more painful by the second. 

“I won’t! I won’t! I’m yours, daddy, only yours!”  

Jimin smiled. 

“There’s my good girl.” 

When he rolled his hips into you, you saw stars. 

He was so thick, filling you so completely. He picked up your hips and started pounding into you right away, thigh muscles bunching as he shoved himself into your tight heat over and over again. 

“Feel so good around my cock, baby.” He grunted, hands painfully tight on your hips. You hoped he left bruises, “So perfect, you were made for me. Made to take my come, like a good little slut.” 

“M’your slut,” You babbled, mouth hanging open as Jimin fucked you brutally, “Please, daddy, touch-”

“Of course, baby.” Jimin murmured, moving his thumb inwards slightly to press against your clit as his cock stretched you out. 

“I’m- daddy, can I- oh, can I please come?” Your eyes rolled back in your head as Jimin angled your hips slightly different and began a volley of thrusts that battered directly against that spot that made red-hot pleasure coil in your gut, “Please, I wanna come on your cock, wanna be yours, daddy please.”

“Such a good girl,” Jimin groaned, falling onto his forearms and grinding his cock into you, “Yes, go on, baby, come. Come on daddy’s cock.” 

At his permission, you let yourself go, writhing on him as your vision blanked out. He rode through your orgasm, pressing his cock into you in slow, maddening circles before letting his own come spill into you as well. 

The two of you collapsed against the bed, uncaring of how sweaty and gross you were, simply panting to get your breath back. 

“Jimin?” You managed to get out, and he propped his chin up on your chest, a lazy, satisfied smile on his face. 

“I- You know I didn’t mean it, right?” 

“The break up thing?” He questioned, as if it could be anything else, and you nodded. A little huff of laughter brushed your chin. 

“Well, that’s good to hear, baby, but I know you didn’t. And even if you did, it wouldn’t matter.” 

“It wouldn’t?” You asked, and a devilish smirk painted itself across his features. 

“No matter what you say or try to do, I’ll never let you get away from me.” 

[space-paanda]

E4 FOR REAL

It has the same intro as 1-3 so we’re good. I had to change servers...

Let’s see what I was actually meant to watch!!!!

*skipping through intro* it’s 2.50btw so I should be asleep. But someone got me in an utapri mood

I KNOW THE NAME OF THAT SONG IS THIS THE REN EPISODE

My eyes are pre watery now

Wow kitten can dance

Wow they can all dance

(Shut up ty their idols they need to know how to dance)

They have dancing tests

Holy shit no thanks

Would be a composer at this school. Definitely.

Can’t sing or dance for shit

Reeeeeeeeen

Wow. Bought a whole rose garden, the idiot.

Kitten lmao saaame

Oh. Jealous machan

Oh no

Ren no pumpkin don’t get her in trouble with the other girls

I’m going to murder him if the girls pick on her

SAME NANA SAME

“Can’t believe anything this guy says” “can’t deny it” REN WHAT THE HELL BUT HONESTLY ITS TOO TRUE

Chibi!

HE DISNT HAND IN AN ASSIGNMENT

REN TOU IN THE SHIT

and he skips

Oh dear

Don’t do it ren. Oh you shit. Shut your mouth. And do your homework.

Zebra pig?

Nana no!

Tomo speaks the truuuth

Wow rens goodbat darts. Crazy good.

I’m SCREAMING

I THOUGHT THIS WAS NEXT SEASON I WAS NOT PREPARED SO SOON

LOOK AT THIS PRECIOIS ANGEL

Dressed all nicely like a good pumpkin

And still cocky and brash

Oh this is precious

Nothing bad happened but I’m crying tears of how adorable this is

Oh hey Seiichirou

God that back

That bored look...

WAS THAT RENGE

Her hair is so long

THE SAX THE SAX

Oh the fingers are animated...

Nana you right that is lovely

Why is the sax 3D

That would’ve been a pain to animate

Those liiiips

NO DONT PACK UP

Ren honestly

Paper!

He’s so tall

Oh you got busted ren

What no don’t be tired

MACHAN DONT TALK LIKE THAT HE LOOKS SO HURT YOUBSAID THAT

don’t be so mean to my pumpkin

Ren baby no

Don’t litter

WHAT YOU DIDNT MENTION THERE WAS PUNCHING

PUMPKIN NO

well kind of pumpkin yes. You deserved it for being a shit to everyone

BUT STILL

Wow nanas determined it so cute

Pfttttt

Ren...

Wow that’s a loud whistle(skilled lips 👀)

I’m sorry it’s late and it’s constant ren atm so it was going to happen

Props to the VA for whistling into a mic properly though

Is that a train?

HIS MAMA

NO let him have his mommy

Baby

My baby

The tears

Can barely read the subtitle

BABY ITS OK TO CRY

Ren...

She got all the paper back awwww

Oh she’s missing some...

Bless her she’s so determined

AWWW EVERYONES LOOKING

Pft Syo got the high job

OH NO ITS THE END OF THE DAY

LISTEN TO RINGO

REN IS THAT THE PA

there’s terrible echo on that thing

I think I’m about to cry again

I’m sobbing

This is illegal

His mama is gorgeous and ren is gorgeous and this friendship is amazing and criiiii

Oh hey teriyaki

YOU DIDNT PREPARE ME FOR ACTUALLY PERISHING THAT BADLY

1000%

E1

Reeeeen (there’s a lot of this)

What the fuck is shining

I love Ringo

He’s amazing

Also toki is seriously a moody prince

I love tomo

E2

Pft of course ren is s class why isn’t masa or is that story line tension

Ehhhh syos s?????? Precious smol

Otoya is precious

Also Haru’s classmates are 90% asshole

EVERYONES FUCKING TALL

you want to compose for hayato nanami

Why yknow nvm

How did these two get into the school

WHY DOESNT SHE HAVE PUPILS

heheh otoya looks like a DL character from some angles

Do their blazers smell like wet dog when wet? My school’s dead

Also I keep reading Ittoki as kitten

Awww na chan already looking out for nanami

“But what should I write” same kitten same

I don’t understand these two

Does toki punch kitten

THE FAST FORWARD

Syos hair looks so fluffy I want to pet it

Rip syo

FROG HAT (relatable on the photos)

reeeeeeeeeeeeen

Pft they’re all hopeless

Go nana go!

I relate to this girl too much atm (maybe I’ll skip class tomorrow morning)

THATS ONE DAY

ah. Rip nanas sleep schedule

Girl needs sleep she’s crying so quickly

Pft catsblike tears apparently

Oh

Oh she’s precious

Kitten has broad shoulders like seriously

Weird stalkery kitten but sure

WRITE THE LYRICS AND NOTES DOWN YOU DIOLDS

oh shit he plays guitar really well

I still can’t get over shining burger

I’ve been stuck on this for like 20m now

Can I hug ringo? Can I be friends with ringo?

And the Broody Prince Returns

Eyyy nice episode.

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This is a bragging post. I just got the 32 Fear statue. mwahaha

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I love Hades II Chaos in the same way that I love Strength and Patience of the Hill and in the same way that I love thinking of the Transistor as a thing with its own opinions and thoughts. Beings not accustomed to the effects of emotions and partiality my beloved. Beings therefore without the language to describe or skill to act upon those emotions my beloved. I think that Chaos's emotions about Nyx's captivity (and Zagreus's!) are stronger than the words they use to describe them convey, and I think that is confusing for them, and distressing. "I believe I am an impartial being. but" ooooohohohohoho give me everything that's happening there put it directly into my hands thank you thank you thank you 🤲

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Wait same anon from before - amending my previous ask I just send. When I read that your wrote meleris I thought you meant game file. And not, fanfiction. A silly misread, all things considering. Guess I'm still waking up haha.

oh no worries, I realized after you sent your ask that I was pretty unclear haha!! As for the ask itself—

Same anon from before, thank you for answering the ask! May I ask about what does the mel-eris file say about them? Is that actually what it's called in the files? Their conversation where Eris talks about the House of Hades and basically tells Melinoe that the people there are stuck ups and such is interesting cause both I'm rattling the bars of my cage cause no! They'll love Mel! but also, I feel like Mel wouldn't fit into the structure of the House well. Wonder how much of that Eris is aware of, if she is.

They WILL love Mel! Though honestly so far I disagree, I think she would fit fairly well in the House personality-wise, though being removed from nature might be pretty rough on her. She likes things to be done properly, Hades and Nyx both like things to be done properly. Or “are stuck up” as Eris would have it, ha.

What I do wonder is what Eris would think of Zag. She’s got an edge of careless, impersonal cruelty that I don’t think he would tolerate well, but at the same time, he would also vibe with the feeling of being not the kind of person one’s parent wanted or knew how to deal with. Although I think we’d quickly run into the problem of:

Eris: ughh, your old man is such a pain!

Zag: tell me about it!

Eris: and my mom! The worst!

Zag: now hold on a second.

As for how much of the House goings-on Eris was privy to… that is a question I’m very curious about. The fact that Moros is able to say that Chaos and Nyx were pretty close specifically means that Nyxkids we haven’t met before this have been updated on things that happened as a result of the first game! I love that! But also what does it mean 👁️

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What's your playstyle for Hades and Hades 2? Preferred weapons, heat/fear level? Are you working to max out the minor prophecies?

I'm really intrigued honestly by how different my playstyle is between the two games? I'm not enough of a Gamer™ to put a finger on exactly how or why, but even thoughts like "I can afford to spend a lot at this Well of Charon because it's going to be a while before I see a shop" are ones I'm having more frequently. And another interesting thing is that when I'm playing a difficult run, in Hades I, the beginning will not be so much more difficult than normal and then things start ramping up in Elysium or thereabouts; in Hades II, though, I feel like I am suffering and hating life until I'm about halfway through the third biome and then my build clicks and everything comes up daisies. Well, at least this has happened a few times.

My Hades preferences are so very firmly established: if I wanted to have as fun a run as possible for me personally, it's the Chaos-aspect shield with Doom on the special and something to inflict another status curse on the attack to get easy access to Privileged Status active as much as possible. At my best I was trying to make it so that all four levels of Extreme Measures + Middle Management + a level or two of Tight Deadline felt like a baseline, "normal" run to me. Having not played for a while I can't promise that I could still do that with consistency (EM4 was never quite a given for me) but it was feeling pretty comfortable for a while.

As for Hades II--

I can't decide what my favorite weapon is. It might be? Charon Axe? Drop a plain cast, fire off a special, deal AOE damage, it's a good deal. Especially if you can get like Super Nova and the double-omega-special hammer in there. Before the recent patch, which improved the skulls, I feel like I'd gotten into a groove with Persephone skulls, and now after that patch I am worse at them. The staff feels like a nice safe weapon and the new Momus aspect rocks. The blades... I'm not terribly compelled by their playstyle (and I'll trade their omega attack for the ability to hold to attack continuously at the first opportunity) but a dagger and a sickle is literally the hottest weapon combination I can imagine. And the torches are weird. I'm used to them! I can do them! They even feel good to me know. But they're weird. Maybe the sixth weapon will steal my heart. I have a secret hope for the sixth weapon but it's a secret.

Thus far my actual Preferred level of Fear is "none," although I did spend a little time practicing on one level of the Vow of Fury (enemies go fast) so that that speed essentially feels normal/default to me now. Thus turning that into three free Fear. Vow of Arrogance is my second go-to vow because it's just another element to keep in mind and build around. I am, however, up to about 20~24 with the bounties so what I actually prefer is not so much what's driving my choices. At this point I just have to broadly suffer. I'm also slow as hell, my Underworld runs are still averaging about 40-45 minutes which means I can't put on even one level of the timer. I've got to work on that. (I should start ignoring resources. I have so many resources. I don't really need more.) I'm somewhat confident in my ability to finish up those bounties soon and then my focuses will be a) attempting 32 Fear until I hate myself and b) trying to wrest Defiance out of Chaos, as that's the last achievable prophecy I still need to work on. I have no confidence that I'll be able to do this quickly. During the Hades early access period, I was chasing Defiance for several months' worth of repeated patch notes that SGG was making Chaos offer Defiance more often. They finally coughed it up on my first run of the Nighty Night update. I look forward to Chaos once again withholding this from me until some kind of significant plot update involving them is implemented.

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Same anon from before - the reason Moros knows is because he worked the Fates and saw Chaos's and Nyx's relationship mended through there likely. Unless there's another conversation by another Nyx kid mentioning it, I wouldn't say they all know. I think Mel would struggle a bit with the House of Hades structure because that lifestyle is more officecore, urban type living. Whereas she did grow up in a military camp, it's still a comparatively naturalistic lifestyle. Growing crops, living in a tent, etc. She might be able to adapt to the work ethic of the House, but not necessarily enjoy living there full term. At the very least, she wouldn't like Dusa touching her things

I think that's one interpretation, but we also have from Selene (Honorary Nyx Kid) that she heard a lot about Zagreus from Nyx!

I'd prefer not to have back-and-forths conversations on tumblr and especially through asks, though, if you don't mind! I get overwhelmed and feel a lot of social pressure from that kind of thing sometimes. Offers to infodump--yes. Back and forth--not my style on tumblr. But thank you for stopping by!!

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