What if when you ascend to godtier and enter a new universe, over time, you physically changed. After all, a lot of gods and mythological figures don’t really look human, at least 100%.
Here are some ideas for looking like proper gods!
— — — Space - Have small, marble sized satellites orbiting them - Skin like polished chrome - Eyes like a galaxy - Their freckles are stars, if you look close enough. They glow at night - Hair that seems infinitely thick - Their freckles are the constellations, the night sky literally looking like them
Time - Each footstep sounds like a deafening, solitary tick on a clock - When walking on grass, the grass springs up. When taking their foot off, it withers and dies before returning to normal
- Their breath creates a heat shimmer effect
- Sand trails from their hands and feet, as if they were disintegrating - An aura of dust
- Patches of rust on their skin - Their irises are gears or mini clocks - Everything seem to stop as they approach
Light - Blood is rainbow technicolor - Their touch makes things shimmer and shine - Their skin is naturally radiant - While touching things, they temporarily turn to gold - They have skin like stained glass
- They glitter gold dust as they walk
Void - Have no body temperature - You can’t sense their presence. You just feel. Nothing. - Pure black eyes - Drips black ink - Dark mist curls around their feet/hands/eyes - Everything they touch grows darker, but if you look closer there’s a subtle glitter to it
- They have a dark aura around them, sometimes manifesting as horrorterror-esque tendrils
- Have an aura of whispers
Heart - Eye colors change depending on mood - Has a visible aura - When their heart is beating hard, everyone hears it - Spirits are visible around them - Multiple arms - Have crystalline skin - Skin like cracked glass
Mind - Teal electricity sparks when they concentrate - Eye contact with them is haunting, like glass shards against your soul. They see through you - When around them your thoughts, ideas, and imagination become visible - Multiple eyes
Hope - Angel wings - a halo - Seems to have angel bodyguards follow them around - Bleed shimmering gold ichor - Their presence sounds like faint bells and chimes - They often have ‘God Ray’ lighting - Their skin looks like polished stone - Their daydreams are visible
Rage - Black sclera with purple irises - Demon horns - Dark purple or black veins - A halo of violet light - Their foot steps leave flames - Sharp teeth - Eyes like burning coals - They exhale smoke and embers and have a general smoke aura. Embers cover their shoulders - Cat/snake/pentagram eyes - Black crow/raven/bat wings - Demonic rune tattoos - A voice like thunder or a calming fire
Life - Their hair is a bunch of leaves - Their footsteps make flower bloom - As they walk, flower petals trail from them - Has skin like bark or has scales - Can have any number of animal features like cat ears, a tail, horns, etc - Vines wrap around their limbs - Always seems to be healthier than you are, especially on your best days
Doom - Has a full body tattoo of their skeleton - Lifeless eyes - They don’t bleed
- Plants wither, wilt, and die as they walk past - Their voice is sharp and crisp, like the slamming of a door or the sound of a book hitting the floor - Green specks and numbers float around them,like the Matrix
- Skin like cold iron, both in touch and texture - Magic circle tattoos
Breath - Small clouds form at their feet when walking on air - When they yell, the wind howls - Their hair almost like water, gracefully floating and moving
- Their breath is visible like mist or an exhals on a cold day
- As they walk past, they always carry a light breeze - Their hair is made from puffy clouds - Legs turn into gaseous mist - They are incredibly light for the height and weight
Blood - Blood like liquid shimmering ruby - In the dark, their veins glow like molten lava - Their touch feels vaguely familiar - Their eyes are a deep red, looking at them feels like home - They have a warm aura, growing in weight and intensity with their anger.
- Their voice always brings a vague sense of nostalgia for home, in a way you cant quite place - The whites of their eyes becoming redder, as if a vessel had burst inside - Cuts would tend towards bleeding in three distinct trails, mirroring the aspect’s symbol
— — — These are just a few of the possibilities and can help steer and direct personal traits and motifs. Of course this is never final or anything, it’s just to help spur ideas
Made partially because I shared my initial Rage list with mod Wren from @prospitsisters s and they started having ideas for others, so naaaturally I had to do stuff for others too.
A list of magic weapons and items specially designed with fighters in mind.
Beacon of Heroism
Wondrous Item (neck), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
A gold amulet with an amber gem clasped by a dragon claw. When you use your Action Surge, all enemies in a 40 ft. radius that can see you must make a CON saving throw with a DC of 15 or become blinded for 1d4 rounds.
A belt of deflection comes in three different materials, each with a slightly different property.
Snakeskin: The wearer has resistance to piercing damage.
Tiger Fur: The wearer has resistance to slashing damage.
Rhino Leather: The wearer has resistance to bludgeoning damage.
Cape of the Oracle
Wondrous Item (back), Rare, requires attunement
A knee-length, rectangular purple cape with intricate swirling patterns converging on a large central eye motif. The cape alerts the wearer’s intuition whenever an attack comes from their rear. Flanking attackers do not gain advantage on attack rolls against the wearer, and simply being behind the wearer does not grant advantage as if the attacker was unseen.
Magic Weapon (warhammer or maul), Very Rare, requires attunement
A heavy hammer with a head that looks like a giant ram’s horn, with the cross-section of the base forming the front face of the hammer. The weapon is treated as a +1 magic weapon. Whenever the attuned creature hits an enemy with the hammer, the creature must make a STR saving throw with a DC of 16 or be knocked backward 5 ft. On a critical hit, the creature is automatically knocked back 15 ft. and falls prone.
A pair of supernaturally heavy gloves that look and feel like lead, yet are malleable as leather. While wearing the gloves, the attuned creature deals 1d6 base damage when making unarmed attacks with their fists. Also while wearing the gloves, spellcasters have a 25% chance that any spell that they cast fails. This damage does not stack with other bonuses to unarmed damage such as from a monk’s Martial Arts feature or the Tavern Brawler feat.
Magic Weapon (any), Rare
This weapon is wreathed in a set energy type chosen when the item was created. Variations include fire, cold, lightning, thunder, acid, poison, necrotic, and radiant. The energy is visible but can be dismissed as a free action. When the weapon’s wielder hits with an attack, the weapon deals a bonus 1d4 damage of the energy type.
Energy Burst Weapon
Magic Weapon (any), Very Rare
This weapon acts like an Energy Weapon (see above) but on a critical hit it deals 1d4 energy damage of the same type to all enemies within 5 ft. of the enemy struck.
Energy Blast Weapon
Magic Weapon (any), Very Rare
This weapon acts like an Energy Weapon (see above) except once per short rest, the wielder can speak the command word and use an action to fire a 60 ft. line of energy of the same energy type. Creatures in the area of effect must make a DC 14 DEX saving throw to try and dodge it. Creatures that fail their save take 8d6 energy damage or half that much damage on a successful save.
Magic Weapon (any melee), Uncommon
Once per short rest, this weapon’s range increases by 5 ft. for one round.
Gauntlets of Inevitability
Wondrous Item (hands), Rare, requires attunement
A pair of metal gauntlets studded with tiny claws on the back of the hand. They seem to guide your hands towards those trying to escape you. Creatures taking the disengage action to move outside of your threatened area still provoke an attack of opportunity as if they had not used the disengage action.
This bucket helmet has a single opal in the center of the forehead. The wearer has blindsight but only with a range of 5 ft.
Magic Weapon, Uncommon
This weapon in its basal form is a glob of silvery clay. With a command word, the wielder can cause it to change its shape into any nonmagical weapon that the wielder can imagine. Regular rules for proficiency apply when wielding a weapon. The weapon still counts as magical when taking the form of a nonmagic weapon.
Pauldrons of Wailing
Wondrous Item (shoulders), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
These shoulder guards are made of iron and depict screaming ghouls with sharp teeth. When the attuned creature uses their Second Wind ability, all creatures in a 10 ft. radius must make a DC 17 WIS saving throw or become frightened for 1 round.
Magic Weapon (any Finesse weapon), Very Rare
This weapon is bright silver and sparkles with veins of blue light. The weapon is treated as a +1 magic weapon and when the wielder lands a critical hit, the hit becomes a regular hit and then the wielder gains another attack immediately afterward against a creature within 5 ft.
Sandals of the Surging Waves
Wondrous Item (feet), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
This set of calf-height sandals are patterned with undulating strips of tough fish leather lined with satin. When the attuned creature uses their Action Surge, an illusory surge of water follows you in your wake. Until your next turn, your movement does not provoke attacks of opportunity and creatures you pass through must make a DC 15 STR saving throw or be knocked prone.
Wondrous Item (head), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
A gold crown with a starburst motif at its front depicting rays of light emanating from a rearing lion. When the attuned creature heals themselves with their Second Wind ability, all allies within 20 ft. of the creature heal for an equal number of hit points.
This blade produces two spectral duplicates, one red and one blue, that float a few feet away from each other with a command word. The weapon itself is a +2 weapon. When the attuned creature makes an attack against a creature with the Trifold Blades, they may also choose to let the attack affect a creature to their immediate left and immediate right. The secondary attacks use the same roll as the original attack against the new targets’ AC. The shadowy blades can be withdrawn as a free action.
Wheel of Pain
Magic Weapon, Very Rare, requires attunement
This thin wheel has spikes emerging from its circumference. The wheel can be used as a martial melee weapon with 1d8 slashing base damage. The wheel can also be thrown up to 30 ft. away to deal similar base damage. Once thrown, the wheel spins wildly in place and obeys the attuned creature’s mental commands. The wheel can be moved up to 30 ft. as a bonus action on the attuned creature’s turn, attacking all creatures’ spaces it travels through. The wheel can only move in a straight line in this way. When the wheel attacks a creature in this way, it uses the attuned creature’s proficiency modifier plus their CHA modifier for the attack roll, and the CHA modifier for the damage roll. If not commanded in any way, the wheel spins in place and threatens the space it is in. The wheel will stop moving if the attuned creature wills it to stop, or after 5 rounds.
sun through the houses - demonstrated with abstract writings (through the eyes of a young poet)
sun in the first house: the most golden light of all. creative spirits spill out of their mouths and they become the light they create. running without stopping, passes beyond peak level of all identity - formless light running chaotically into eternity
sun in the second house: a paint covered abundance of life, shimmering with jewels and walking with spirit. becoming their surroundings through grounding forces that have the ability to change the colour of the skies. speaking to the earth and finding themselves in it - a sober empathy rooted under ground
sun in the third house: the arms cut the air and everything that passes through it, their fingers typing history into creation. chaotic intellect, words running through their bodily veins like an electric shock of sunlight. speaking themselves into existence - a flighty dash of colour unreachable by anything but mind
sun in the fourth house: all very quiet, dark blue, the sun illuminates the interstellar cosmos that is rooted in the heart. reaching for others and breathing life into them with touch, growth through feeling and searching. stand still and listen to the ocean - a blinding light that sparks up the eyes, and resounds in the heart
sun in the fifth house: creation embodied, fierce and dignified. a royal light - performing themselves into existence. they are the sun, they are the light, so warm. an honest confidence that makes the mind tremble and the heart pump faster. skill and talent hits like lightning - worshipping the sun with offerings of life and wonder, an angel
sun in the sixth house: the veins and linguistics of humanity, found in the light reflecting from the vase, the sun-rise bleeding into the kitchen. a simplicity that is harnessed from a hidden chaos, draws from life and offers it back seven fold with a serving heart that bleeds willingly for the world. an intimate and warm familiar light - runs through our blood, is the aid that heals and brings us to ground
sun in the seventh house: connections that buzz between invisible lines across the universe, offers equilibrium and hope. finds themselves in reflections and in pieces of others, two watery mirrors opposing one another, creating light and solace in-between. an uncontainable love - where the sky turns light blue at the edges, that’s where you’ll find me
sun in the eighth house: an enveloping dark blanket of injuring intimacy, oh god the rhythm and melody of the hermit’s cries who finds home in the darkest places. holding blades and embracing them, until they bleed with existential love; a pure understanding for faith and the peace of death. the peak of orgasm mimics death. a small shard of god - makes even the sun tremble, as the darknesses embrace and extinguish him
sun in the ninth house: as you look over the hills and the mountains, and see the sun shining between the canyons, you see life. a spiritual altruism that longs to experience the world. a smile brighter than two suns. nature is home, and has a lot to teach. a raging and powerful peace - the archer shoots an arrow into the sky, another sun emerges
sun in the tenth house: over the earth is a guardian. a calm look gazes over it. one hand holds a throne, the other, a tempest. the sun shines over the cold and hard surfaces and turns them into works of art, sculptures, architecture. a divine blessing of teaching and authority - the kind of energies that teach trees to grow themselves back into life during spring
sun in the eleventh house: in the midst of the city, a protest burns and seeps through the concrete they fight for. indescribable passion and friendship meet for one cause - togetherness. in the heart of those people, thats where you live. an urn filled with radiant water spills over the world and it nourishes it, protects it. a confident and selfless intellect - living amongst the people, you’re recognised in the stars
sun in the twelfth house: a painting somewhere is admired by a little boy. as he pours his eyes into it, it awakens. the landscape moves and he loses himself in the emotion. there, he looks into the sky, and meets god. a phenomenal world that language can’t explain, doesn’t materialise on earth. the sun illuminates the dreams and lights up the soul, a simple and pitiful excuse to a whole land worshipping the magic - the colours blue, pink and green circulate below the ocean. find me there
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aphrodite drinks your worship straight from your lips
and chases it with a scotch, crashes a cigarette,
flicks the ash on the floor and leaves
without so much as a thank you.
you find apollo in a nightclub on 55th and 3rd,
his prophets writhing in the intermittent darkness,
bassline pounding in their ears, liquor coursing in their veins,
smoke and strobe lights clouding their eyes.
you watch as ares starts a fight in a dive bar, takes
a knife from his pocket and uses it without flinching,
smiles as he wipes the blade on his thigh,
smashes a bottle on the floor and lights a match.
artemis spends the night in a jail cell,
blood on her knuckles and on her shirt and in her mouth,
the smell of metal lingering in the air.
athena chainsmokes in an alleyway,
waits for a boy with dark eyes and a mouth like sin.
dionysus shoots up in a basement in the seedy side of town.
hades stalks the streets, hazy in the fog of the streetlamps.
tonight, the gods are sick of being gods
and somewhere in the city
their forgotten divinity waits for morning.
Pure unadulterated terror courses through Alec’s veins the moment the institute lights up with heavenly light.
He books it towards the op centre, running faster than he ever has in his entire life (without the help of a speed rune, anyway) and skitters to a halt at the sight of the dead downworlders that cover the floor.
He steps through them gingerly, glancing around as he recognises seelies and werewolves, before looking up at his parabatai; Clary and Simon right behind him.
He barely hears what any of them are saying, too distracted by Jace’s distraught expression, the sudden fear and oh god, where’s Magnus?
1.5k words of Neil getting flustered daydreaming about Andrew. A little nsfw, and a lot silly. I ended up listening to more than just Charlie XCX’s Boys, but safe to say the rest of the music had the same theme.
Neil isn’t a one-track-mind kind of person, as much as
Andrew might suggest otherwise – years on the run taught him to multitask, to
prioritize but not overlook anything. Unlike Kevin, even when he’s focused on Exy he can still think about survival, about his friends, his classes, about
Well – Could.
Neil was in class, in a
class, in some…sort of class that he definitely can’t currently remember
the name of, doodling absentmindedly in his notepad for who knows how long,
when there’s a cough above him. His professor is stood above him, looking exasperated,
and Neil notices that the rest of the students are pretty much gone; class must
have finished without him realizing. The aforementioned professor nods down at
his notes with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, at least you weren’t sleeping.” She says, and Neil
follows her gaze and realizes that his notepad has maybe two lines of notes,
the rest just covered in doodles. The little fox prints and Exy sticks are par
for the course, but he flushes and not-so-subtly moves his arm to cover the
page to hide the cigarettes and keys and half-drawn profiles that are a little
Neil mumbles a ‘sorry’
and bolts from the class as quickly as possible, but things only go downhill
Listen. It’s been two weeks since he’s seen Andrew, which is
thirteen days too long if he’s honest – Neil has had the luxury of Andrew being
in kissing distance almost constantly for the last few years, and now he’s off
playing professional Exy and Neil is distracted.
The last time they were together Andrew must have sensed
Neil’s desperation and anxiety about their coming separation because he had
been heavy and rough, had pressed in
close enough that Neil could feel the weight of him all over, always so solid. Then
Andrew had slipped his hands under Neil’s thighs and with a harried ‘yes’ mumbled between kisses, lifted
Neil fully off the ground, pressing his back up against the door to their room
in Columbia and tugging at his legs until they encircled Andrew’s waist.
Neil had gone very very still for a good fifteen seconds
while his brain processed what was happening (before coming to the conclusion
that he was definitely, absolutely, a hundred percent on board). Andrew had
kept still while he did, allowing Neil that time only to press back in close to
him, all dense muscle and warm skin, till Neil was pressed up tight against the
door, barely able to move but for the unintentional roll of his hips when his
body decided that yes, this was very good,
“Yes?” Andrew had asked, one hand coming up to trace Neil’s
mouth, still lax in his surprise.
“Yes,” Neil had finally managed to get out,and then, “Yes, Andrew, fuck, yes, yes—”,
only to be cut off by Andrew replacing his hand with his mouth, catching Neil’s
plush bottom lip, already swollen with kisses, between his teeth as his hand moved down to lightly rest against Neil’s neck.
Which was good, was great, but then Neil had the abrupt and
somewhat life changing realization that Andrew was holding him up with one arm. Neil certainly wasn’t keeping
Neil had pulled back a little,
panting, thinking briefly that the light flush across Andrew’s cheeks looked
good on him but then, also: oh, and
something like wow oh god his arms why
haven’t we done this before. And maybe he said that out loud or thought it
so hard that Andrew somehow picked up on it, because his expression had gone
distinctly knowing and maybe a little smug.
“I’m not,” Neil had argued, but his conviction only lasted long
enough for him to swipe at his mouth and find Andrew wasn’t lying.
“Are you done? Or am I going to have to give you and my arms
some alone time?”
Andrew wasn’t serious, but the sudden flash of images that occupied
Neil’s thoughts had him half-tempted to say yes and see what happened. Instead,
he’d spent one last moment admiring the stretch of Andrew’s shirt across the
top of his biceps, the strain of his muscles as he held Neil in place, the
veins and the light freckles and the pale tan lines on his forearms. The
contrast between his own darker skin against Andrew’s, the way Neil could feel
him flex, feel the shift of solid muscle against him – the implicit power behind
it had sent a dizzy rush of warmth to his cheeks, and a low moan threatened in
Then he had turned fully back to Andrew, and found himself
Until now. Where, for some reason, his brain couldn’t stop
thinking about it. He felt itchy and warm and like he definitely shouldn’t be
attempting to captain right now, when Robin and a couple of their freshman
recruits were watching him worriedly as he fumbled his second easy shot at the
goal in the last ten minutes. He could imagine the unimpressed look on Kevin’s
face, the muttering about letting yourself
be distracted is idiotic and out gay
athletes struggle and I’m perfect so I
never think about anything but the game blah blah blah. He could also
imagine the face Andrew would make, and the balls he would send in the direction
of Kevin’s shins, but then Neil was distracted thinking about the power behind Andrew’s
throws and the way his sweat-slick shirt would cling to his body; emphasizing
how his shoulder muscles bunched and smoothed out, the hint of skin between his
sleeves and his armbands drawing Neil’s eyes like a sunflower to the sun.
Maybe the ‘moth to a flame’ metaphor would be more
appropriate because Neil thought he might actually kill himself by walking into
traffic or something equally stupid today, and Andrew would have to raise him
from the dead just to tell him how idiotic he was. Although if Andrew was
digging up his grave for necromantic purposes, that would mean they were at
least in touching distance – which was more than could be said currently.
So. Practice went like that,
and the rest of the day is more of the same, until Robin stops him from joining
the rest of the team for an impromptu movie night and smiles like he’s a dog that’s
too old and stupid to bother telling off for peeing on the carpet or humping
someone’s leg. He tries not to grimace, facing the embarrassment that comes
with her knowing him too well.
“Go and call Andrew. You’re a mess,” was all she had said,
but it was enough that he would have flushed to his roots if he had the complexion
for it. As it was, he’d just gone very warm and made as swift an exit as he
could without outright running.
It’s been two weeks and an entire day, which is fourteen too
long, and Neil is done. He holes
himself up in his bedroom with his back to the door, and bites the proverbial
bullet. The phone rings twice before Andrew picks up.
“Neil,” Andrew says by way of answer, and Neil is suddenly
thankful that he didn’t call Andrew in public, because his knees almost buckle
under him just from hearing his voice.
“Well, that’s good,” Andrew says slowly, tone moving away
from concerned and settling somewhere near to amused. “Is that all you wanted
to tell me?”
“No,” Neil replies, suddenly feeling foolish for calling Andrew
for no reason other than missing him. God,
and it’s only been two weeks.
“How is your new team?” He asks finally, settling
on something innocuous to avoid saying something like I can’t get your dumb biceps out of my head I think I might need you to
set up a live stream of you on the bench press or I might die. Or any one of the hundred other stupid things he wants to
say: I miss you, or I keep thinking about the last time I saw
you or I don’t know how I’m going to
be able to last a year like this.
“Fine,” Andrew tells him after a moment, “Kevin keeps
bugging me to ask how your captaincy is going. I told him he could ask you
himself when you get here tomorrow.” It’s a promise and a reminder all in one,
but mostly it’s a relief – that Andrew knows
him, that he’s only a short flight away, that he isn’t being forgotten. He lets
out a slow breath that he feels like he’s been holding all day, his body relaxing
the longer he’s on the phone with Andrew.
“I was thinking about the last time we were together,” he
blurts after a little while, and curses himself immediately. But then he hears
the sound of rustling on the other end of the phone, like Andrew is getting
comfortable on a sofa, or his bed.
And then Andrew says, “Oh?” with something like curiosity,
and Neil lets himself smile.
Entry #11 - The First Beta - Smut - By @thelittlestkitsune
Author: @thelittlestkitsune Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Theo Raeken/Reader Words: 10,541 Prompt: “What, no witty repartee? What kind of villain are you?”
You’d always thought that being clawed by a werewolf would be the worst pain you’d ever felt. Worse than appendicitis, worse than the time you fell off the slide at the park and cracked your head open. But it wasn’t. Not to say it was enjoyable. It wasn’t a ten out of ten would recommend kind of pain but it was tolerable. I can get through this. You thought to yourself as you dragged yourself through the dirt, your broken skin brushing against the rough ground. Painful enough, but I’ll live. You heard the rustling behind you, knowing that whoever clawed you wasn’t far behind you, their footsteps or pawsteps getting closer to you. Maybe being a werewolf wouldn’t be so bad, I could get revenge on my landlord for jacking my rent up really high. You thought to yourself sardonically as you paused. “You shouldn’t be trying to get away from me sweetheart. You’re only going to injure yourself more.” You heard a male voice say, recognizing the tone. “Theo Raeken? Really? I mean of course you’re a werewolf, you’re like the sketchiest guy I know.” You sighed, the pain finally setting in as you rolled onto your back.
Request: Bts reaction to you having a choking kink
A/n: At this point I look at requests and I’m like I’m sure I did this one and I look in the masterlist to figure out I actually haven’t and then write the reactions with the thoughts of my dreams where I actually have written them. Whatever.
He won’t ask you anything, but when he wraps his hand around your throat, he’ll put only small amount of pressure, no where near the level you wanted, but you understood him for being scared of doing it.
Choking pro, master, knows where to touch and what to touch, pushes a few buttons at a time. Your vein, which makes you light headed and the assult on your pussy, make you cum so fast on his experienced fingers. Even in choking he knew how and what.
*look at his hand*
Hobi will be hesitent. Not sure if he liked the idea or not. He was afraid that without knowing where to press he might kill you. “Y/n, baby, we can do it sometime, but I need to do some research. I don’t want to kill you, please.”
The second all time best choker pro. He knows exactly when you have earned his hands around your throat. The moment when he was pounding inside you so god damn hard, his hands will wrap around your throat bringing the perfect amount of pressure for you to cum.
Jiminie is from team insecure about this. He’ll take your wish into consideration, but he’s not sure he wants to choke his baby. However once when you were on top of him, your hands just wrapped around his neck. In his pride to not being dominated, his own hands wrapped around your throat and pushed you under him. Then he found out he actually likes this game.
All girls and boys down for the chonking king, those hands were made for that purpose itself. When he wraps them around your throat it’s a game over. Usually you move too much when his eating you out and you try to close your legs because of the overhelming feeling, his hand just wraps strongly around you throat, making you stop whatever you tried and just listen to your man.
He is willing to try anything and everything you want as long as it doesn’t hurt you. Jungkookie figured out he likes this kink of your quite much. It allowed him to have the control he seeks so despretely, but can’t receive because he is just the maknae. But when his hands were on your throat you were at his mercy and he could make you cum at anytime, without of course, hurting you.
“Aries: The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins, and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse. Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, wailing like a lonesome wolf. You are a force to be reckoned with, with your tempting, but destructive beauty. You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself, with just one single glance. You, my dear, are built out of gold, one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life. Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”
“Taurus: You have flowers blooming through your soul, even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you. You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun, with your silent radiance. People are memorized by the power behind your voice, as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips. You are nature itself, grounded and tough, but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you. You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds, with your undying love. For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”
“Gemini: You are the unusual, the chameleon soul, changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness, that is as wide as the ocean. Your eyes are like stained glass windows, holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold. You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress, the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers. Your deception is playful and freeing, for you are a sharp-tongued lover. Darling, you are a safe haven, a home, and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours, will be changed forever.”
“Cancer: You are the nurturer at heart, the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks. Your soul is bathed in moonlight, while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones. The blue-dark belongs solely to you, and your soft hands part the dark, letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you. With beauty as dangerous as a knife, and love like a double-edged blade, You are the moon, the keeper of night.”
“Leo: You are the vibrant goddess of the day, with skin as gold as the sun, bringing hope to the sunrise. Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart, with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire. You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty, which is to be admired throughout your life. There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly, you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes, and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes, will soon turn to gems.”
“Virgo: You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought. Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing, to be handled with love and care. But deep in that pure soul of yours, lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty. The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm, for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human. You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance, for you are as lovely and ethical, as a faery song.”
“Libra: For you are a bed of roses, with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks. Sometimes you are as bright as the day, Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night, you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move. You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are, warm and starry eyed, for you truly are the child of Venus. You love with the strength of a storm, but with the kindness of a child. Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”
“Scorpio: Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky, with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. You are the body electric, the midnight dancer, with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth, with a smile that crafts magic. So many layers and colors you hide, contained in your electric heart. You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones, for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”
“Sagittarius: You laugh and smile in sunbeams, for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night. Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love, but the untamed dark lingers through your soul. You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer, but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean. You are so in touch with the earth all around you, for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair. You are a warrior, a light, a fire.” “Capricorn: You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams, a softness remains. Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique, everyone wants a part of you. tease, touch and dark, love is something special, and you treat it like gold. There are sparkles in your doe eyes, and your touch entrances people, with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”
Aquarius: You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars, the brightest stars from all the heavens. Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis, and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity. Your heart bleeds in water colors, for you are the ocean itself, keeper of the lively tides. The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies, for you are fully made of star dust.”
“Pisces: You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky. Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love, for you are a sweetheart, a seductress. Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another, for you find beauty in the broken. Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in, for you, yourself are the unknown. Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go, for you a wanderess of the night.”
Prompt: Winteriron, "You're surprisingly warm for someone called the Winter Soldier"
This is cute!
Tony sneezed; once, twice. A chill runs up his spine and across his shoulders. It’s currently smack dab in the middle of winter and, despite the heat being circulated throughout all the rooms in Avengers Tower, he still feels cold. He has long since ditched his jeans and well-worn AC/DC tank top for sweats and a hoodie. At this point, he is contemplating gloves or just going to bed.
Cranky, Tony more or less storms his way towards the kitchen on the main floor for a cup of coffee. He’d do hot chocolate, but FRIDAY informed him that Clint drank the last bit earlier that day and didn’t inform anyone. Now the streets were covered in thick blankets of snow and no service would be willing to deliver in this sort of weather. Not that Tony wanted them too. Safety of one’s self and all that.
“Barton’s a lazy ass,” Tony mumbles to himself while shoving his hands, aching from the cold, into his hoodie’s front pocket. “Could have said something.”
It’s nearing midnight now and he had been in the workshop juggling a new circuit board while taking calls left and right from Pepper and Rhodey. Pepper staying in California (that lucky lady!) and Rhodey visiting family overseas, but both making time to talk to him.
Most, if not everyone, has retired for the day. A sort of sleepy mood taking over the superhero residence as the snow drifts from the sky. Steve mentioned something about everyone playing in the snow sometime tomorrow. Probably after breakfast. Clint and Thor were instantly down with that. Natasha only grinned and Bruce offers a small smile. Then there was Barnes who didn’t react much to the idea of being out in the “snowy wonder” as Steve called it. Tony, however, passed almost as quickly as it was brought up.
Snow is cold and wet. Two things Tony hates very much. But at Steve’s fallen face, Tony offers a list of Christmas-themed movies they could watch together. And relaxes when Steve accepts.
Upon finding the kitchen, Tony doesn’t bother turning on the light. It’s his tower. He designed it piece-by-piece and knows where everything is located. Even so, some light is supplied from the hallway right outside the kitchen. Just enough that he can see his coffee maker and just a bit beyond that.
Coffee going, Tony turns to the fridge to grab the milk. Opening it up, he scans the inside.
“We’re out of milk too?” Tony groans.
“It’s on the table.”
Tony jumps. Anxiety coursing through his veins, he turns around and, with the light from the fridge, sees Barnes sitting at the table with a bowl, the new box of Fruit Loops, and the jug of milk.
“Jesus Christ, Barnes! Warn a guy, would ya?!” Tony snaps while closing the fridge.
“FRIDAY, kitchen lights at 25 percent.”
A dim, almost orange, light is suddenly cast over the kitchen. With the light, Tony is now staring at a shirtless Barnes in Bugs Bunny pajama pants who just casually spoons more cereal into his mouth.
“Why are you eating in the dark, Barnes?”
Barnes shrugs. “Got good sight.”
“Oh, well. Warn a guy next time, please.”
Tony blinks. “Right. Well, carry on.” He takes the milk from the table and sets about making himself the perfect cup of coffee all while Barnes chills at the kitchen table eating cereal.
When he’s done, he turns back to the table to Barnes frowning at the box in his hands.
“Uh, what’s wrong?”
“The cereal is all gone.” He ends with a pout.
Tony blinks because that shouldn’t look cute. He blames Barnes’ floppy long brown hair and five o’clock shadow.
“Get another box?” Tony suggests.
“This was the last of that kind.”
“Get a different box?”
“But I liked this one,” Barnes mumbles while scowling at the box like it is the most offensive thing in the world.
Tony’s mouth twitches into a smile.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna’ go watch pre-recorded episodes of Iron Chef America so you’re welcomed to join if you want.” And he walks out of the kitchen.
Moments later, Barnes shuffles out of the kitchen to observe the living room. There’s only an available seat next to Tony. All the other seats were covered in the team’s junk. He tentatively sits next to Tony, back ridged from the close proximity.
“Chill out, snowflake. I won’t bite…unless you’re into that.”
And just like that, Barnes sags into the couch next to Tony. They sit there for nearly an hour when Tony shifts closer. It’s close to 2 AM when Tony just straight up presses against Barnes.
“Something wrong, Stark?”
“You’re surprisingly warm for someone called the Winter Soldier,” Tony replies all mysterious like.
Barnes blinks once, twice, thrice, and then he’s laughing. Tony blinks up at him, sees the mirth in his eyes, and finds himself grinning.
“Whatever you say, Stark.” He brings his arm up and wraps it around Tony’s shoulders and pulls him closer.