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pacifymebby · 11 months

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Bonjour daddy 😉 can I request the peaky boys with cuddling? Like who’s the big spoon, which positions who’s the most cuddly etc.. me has gotten her period so I’m feeling all 🙍🏼‍♀️

Hahaha a total side note, i made that same joke to b and he just smirked like, if thats what you'd like to believe I won't ruin ur moment haha

Tommy

🌿 Is very big on the standing up cuddle, opening his arms up to you and holding you nice and snug against his body, wrapping his arms right around you, one hand stroking through your hair or cradling the back of your head.

🌿Will rest his chin on top of yours, kiss your parting and close his eyes, breathing in your scent

🌿Is a very doomed man and is always lowkey aware that every hug could be the last time he gets to hold his angel so every hug is savoured. He focuses on memorising exactly how he feels in the moment he's holding you, every detail filed away in his memory.

🌿He likes to be big spoon, but more than that he likes to lie on his back with your body on top of his.

🌿Drawing patterns down your back quietly, again trying to remember every detail. Obsessed with the sensation of your light restful breaths tickling his bare chest

🌿Loves the skin on skin feeling, always chasing purity in love and it makes him feel so connected to you, so intimate.

🌿 When you're on your period he recognises the change in your temper and is very careful with you, he will try not to snap at you or show any sign of irritation because he's aware how easily wounded you are... He makes sure to hug you and hold you even more than usual

🌿Modern! Tommy would make sure you had a hot waterbottle and all the blankets you needed, get you cosy in bed or on the sofa in front of the tv to watch your favourite movie. He'll humour whatever trash you want to watch and lie there behind you, kissing you and playing with your hair, more focussed on you than the tv.

Alfie

🐻 Big spoon always because he just wants to hold you, wants to be able to put his hands wherever he likes.

🐻 Likes to hold you in sexual places in a non-sexual way. What I mean by this is that if you're little spoon he'll hold one of your breasts in his hand, but just that, simply holding it just because he can... And not because he wants anything more than just to hold you

🐻 Also likes to tickle you on purpose with his beard, his stubble brushing your cheek or your neck, making you giggle and squirm rousing you from your sleep for just long enough he can ask for a kiss.

🐻 His favourite place to cuddle with you however is in a rocking chair by the fire, you bundled up in his lap under a blanket, him holding you safe and snug, your head resting on his chest or shoulder. You're the most precious thing in the world to him so he likes to have you bundled up in his arms at any opportunity.

🐻 You could be busy around the house talking to him about your day or mithering and worrying, or asking him about business and he will refuse to talk to you about any of it until you've gone and sat down in his lap. He'll pat his thigh and open his arms for you, "now now zieskiet, whatve I told you eh, if you're gonna come home talkin me poor old ears off about that nonsense you've at least got to let me hold my little girl whilst I listen eh... Take pity on your old man yeah poppet?"

🐻 Very possesive, can't keep his hands off you ever so when you're cuddling he's constantly rubbing his palms over your arms, or holding your thigh, always doing little things to let you know he's there, that youre all his and he's got you.

🐻 Gives big squeezy bear hugs holds onto you so tight, keeps your face burried into his chest, blocks out the rest of the world so that all you can feel his him all around you.

🐻 Alfie's too old to be immature about your period and if anything he feels a little sorry for you, he doesnt like that he can't do much to help you but he always makes sure he's very gentle with you. Even more doting than usual.

🐻 Gives the best belly rubs, like he ubderstands that you need to do more than just rub your hands lightly over your tummy. He'll rub his hands together to heat them up first and then gently massage you until you're feeling a little better.

🐻 Modern Alfie wouldn't be embarrassed about going to shops to get your pads but he also wouldn't be going... He'd be sending Ollie so that you and him could have a good laugh at Ollie expense.

Arthur

🍂 Doesn't realise until one day you climb into bed after him and make yourself big spoon, wrapping your body around his, nuzzling into the back of his neck and kissing down the bumps of his spine, kissing his shoulder too, but he loves being little spoon.

🍂 It makes him feel so safe and loved, makes him feel cherished which is a very new feeling for him, not one he's ever experienced in adult life.

🍂 He loves being able to close his eyes and feel your fingers scratching and massaging his head. You like stroking the backs of your fingers along his jaw where his stubble is.

🍂 He doesnt admit that he loves this for a long time though, and you never ask about it because you know that if you do he'll get embarassed and deny it and then potentially never let you hold him again.

🍂Feels almost ashamed that he likes it because he's the man, so isn't he supposed to be the one making you feel loved and cherished and safe?

🍂 Blushes when you prop yourself up on your elbow looking down at him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

🍂Will fall asleepy like that so quickly because its the safest he's ever felt.

🍂 He will however insist upon being big spoon at certain times of the month or when youre feeling unwell. He won't know how to deal with your period at all, he'll only know that youre more argumentative and that he has to be careful not to start a fight with you...

🍂 Doesnt like seeing you cry and you cry at everything when youre on your period so he will spend a lot of time hugging you close to him so that no one can see your tears. Leaves those long held kisses in your hair and you feel protected by him for as long as his lips remain pressed to your head.

🍂 Modern Arthur definitely gets embarassed about having to go to the shops for period pads, like, he definitely panics doesnt know what to buy, goes red, feels like he has to say something at the till even though he really doesn't need to.

John

🌼 Favourite way to cuddle you is to start by tackling you to the ground, play fighting or tickling you. Its like he can't just ask for a hug he has to play a game or trick you into it first...

🌼 Because he loves holding you and cuddling you and he loves kissing you too but he doesn't really know how to persue non-sexual affection without laughing it off and being unserious? The boy just wants a cuddle with his flower but he doesn't know how to ask because cuddling is "soft"

🌼 Definitely big spoon. Similar to Alfie, likes to have possesion of you, when youre wrapped up in his arms youre completely at his mercy and he can do whatever he likes to/with you.

🌼 Loves to tickle you and feel how with nowhere else to go you scramble and squirm further into his hold. And if he makes you jump even better because they you flinch and reach for something to hold onto, so you end up gripping his shirt or throwing your arms around his neck and clinging onto him just the way he likes it.

🌼 Isn't very good at tummy rubs alas, but thats because he can't get his head around the idea that pressing on your tummy when its sore, will help make you feel better "won't that just hurt more?"

🌼 Gives you lots of kisses though, will try to tease and tickle you to make you laugh and smile to distract you from the pain. I guess his cuddle style is playful.

🌼 Loves a naked skin to skin cuddle the best, likes to hold your bare body in his arms and draw patterns all over your skin as you fall asleep.

🌼 Lets you bite him very gently on the shoulder mid hug (one for the girls if u know u know)

🌼 9 times out of 10 cuddles with John lead elsewhere... Like, cuddling definitely puts john in a certain kinda mood

🌼 Oh you just wanted a nice sleepy cuddle? It might start off that way but after a minute or two of having his body pressed up against yours his minds wandered to... Places

🌼 Definitely does stuff like "got ur nose" just as you're drifting off and relaxing.

🌼 Surprisingly serious about your period, perhaps he wouldn't have been once, as a younger lad he'd have teased you or told you off for even telling him about that.

🌼 But he's a man now and he firmly believes real men need to take care of their woman, so he'll make sure you have everything you need. Will pretend to be embarrassed about having to go to the shops to get your period pads or whatever but actually doesn't care at all. He's only teasing you, trying to make you laugh at him by pretending to get really flustered about it.

🌼 His favourite thing to do is pick you up, sling you over his shoulder and then throw you down on the bed to cuddle you.

Bonnie

🍀 The cuddliest sweetheart you can imagine, always finding an excuse to give you a hug, always coming up behind you and making you jump when you're concentrating on something else, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck, kiss your shoulder, just rest his chin on your shoulder or have his cheek pressed against yours.

🍀Loves having you sitting in his lap and will always choose a table at the Garrison with not enough seats for everyone so that he has an excuse to pull you into his lap. Really does just like to have a hold on you at all times. Even if you're not talking or interacting in any other way. He just likes to be physically near you.

🍀 Definitely similar to John, play fights, chases around the house/fields always just as an excuse to get his hands on you.

🍀Always pulls you in for a hug when you first see eachother/say hello. Will give you the tightest squeeze and lift you up off your feet.

🍀Loves carrying you, your legs around his waist, you holding onto him nice and tight, dependent on him.

🍀Dreams dreams dreams of the day you've lots of wee kids to cuddle with, the five of you getting huddled up and cosy in mammy and daddys bed for a bedtime story.

🍀When its you and him all cuddled up in bed for the night he likes to either be big spoon or have you asleep on his chest, his hand resting on your back. He often gets worried about the home being broken into or an attack in the middle of the night so he feels most comfortable when you're right there sleeping as close to him as possible. Means he can know you're safe as can be and he can be there to protect you.

🍀Loves naked cuddles, skin on skin, legs tangled, feels so close and warm and intimate and he's so in love with you, so devoted to you that he craves that closeness and only feels complete when he has you in his arms and he can feel your heartbeats sinking up.

🍀Will hold you/spoon you all night!!!! You will wake up wrapped in his arms and if you need to get out of bed for anything in the night sorry but Bonnie will not be letting you go without a fight. Loves to hold your head burried in his chest.

🍀 Probably not phased by your period and if he is he isn't going to show it at all. Doesn't like you being in pain at all and he's very good at giving you back massages and tummy rubs. He also knows that theres another way to help with period pain and he isn't scared of touching you when its your time of the month. (Bonnie and Aberama are the only two peaky men I think would finger you when you're on your period tbh, tommy might but I'm not entirely sure?)

🍀 Modern bonnie sends you a photo of the period aisle at rhe shops because he's confused but determined to get the exact right things for you.

🍀 He's always lowkey dissapointed when you get your period because that means no babies

Isaiah

🐀I think it probably takes him awhile to get particularly cuddly and affectionate. For all I imagine he's a tactile, flirtatious playboy type, I don't think he knows how to just hug it out or have soft sleepy cuddle you know?

🐀You probably initiate most of the cuddles, and he always tries to pull away before you're ready too, so you have to grip him extra tight and put up a fight...

🐀But then he gets a taste for that, feels good how you practically beg him for just a hug... You always ask him "Saiah can I have a hug please?" because unless you tell him you want to be hugged he won't think to do it... But he LOVES hearing you ask for that. "Saiah I wanna hug" when you're tired and whiny. He sometimes denies you just to make you ask again. "Say please love..." "God what am I to you? A fuckin hug dispenser?"

🐀He's always big spoon, because he's a fragile masculinity adolescent... He hasn't grown out of the complex of needing to be the man, so he's always the one cuddling you... He won't ever let anyone think he enjoys all that soft shit...

🐀But when no one is around he's actually very cute and sweet to you. Nose kisses all the time. A secret fan of the penguin kiss (where u rub noses idk?)

🐀I think he learns to be affectionate with you over time and is cuddly but mostly only in private. You have mastered the "hug me" eyes now and if you get them just right and you sit there looking at him like that for long enough he'll say "Right.. You've brought this on yourself y/n" as if you're in serious trouble, then he'll march over and sit himself in your lap squishing and crushing you until you can't breath for laughing. Only then will he give you a proper hug - but the cuddles are worth the torment you have to go through first.

🐀As bad, if not worse than john on the horny cuddler front. Is genuinely so confused about how he's supposed to tangle you up like that, bundled up against his chest so that every part of his body can feel every part of your body pushing against him, and not get turned on... A nice peaceful cuddle can become pretty heated pretty quickly. He'll feign innocence (sometimes he won't and he'll just slip his hand into your underwear and take you buy surprise) all his little caresses and kisses seemingly innocent at first but really, not at all...

🐀When it comes to your period Isaiah pretends he's man enough not to care, he'll screw his face up all "ew no way y/n fuck no..." then crack a grin and make out like he was only teasing you, but secretly he feels really awkward about it and doesn't know what to do. He'll panic at the shop, get annoyed when he buys the wrong thing and you send him back. But he's trying, he wants to be a good boyfriend so over time he'll do his best to learn.

Michael

☘️ Secret cuddler...

☘️ You have to work so hard to get him to trust you but once you secure his trust (once he knows you aren't going to laugh at him or tell his brothers what a sook he is) he will reveal his soft side to you and oh my god is he soft

☘️ He loves cuddling and being cuddled. Bug spoon, little spoon, sitting in an arm chair, picking you up and swirling you round, carrying you to bed for more cuddles, having you lie on his chest, him lying on your chest (secretly his favourite way to cuddle) any cuddling at all, he loves it

☘️ But his favourite is definitely lying with his head to your breast, your hand in his hair maybe giving him head scratches or playing with his hair, your legs closed around his body so that he's completely secure. He could fall asleep here so easily. He loves it. Especially after a hard day at the office or when his cousins are being particularly demanding.

☘️ He loves to cuddle you too, loves being big spoon when you're naked in bed, likes getting to hold you anyway he wants. Your legs tangled together, perhaps one of his hands holding your hands, kissing your shoulder, your neck, between your shoulder blades. He loves waking up in that position after a nap, the two of you nuzzled into one another.

☘️ Isn't awkward about you getting your period as such, he doesnt think its gross but he's very concious of social taboos so if you come right out complaining about period pain or saying that you've accidentally bled on your dress he'll turn such a bright shade of red. You always forget and it always makes you laugh.

☘️ Gets annoyed when you tease him about it

☘️ Is very worried that youre in pain. Worried too that you'll lose too much blood. It takes a lot to explain to him that you're not going to bleed out on your period...

☘️ Tries to dote on you but gets overwhelmed by all the demands and the things you need. Because he's so worried about getting things wrong or upsetting you.

☘️Won't give good tummy rubs or massages because he's too scared he'll hurt you. Will run you a hot bath and wash your hair for you.

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agustdiv1ne · 7 months

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❦°｡9:51 p.m. (m) — choi soobin

genre: dark content, mdni!!! ageless blogs dni!!!! serial killer!soobin, fem!potential victim!reader, thriller, light smսt

wc: 3.5k

warnings: talks of murder (but none actually occur), slight coercion, oral (m receiving), drugging, violence, weapons, blood, general insanity....

this fic contains dark content. please heed all warnings above and read at your own discretion.

soobin’s favorite color is red.

he’s quite obsessed with it, really. his favorite shirt is a maroon button-up, his phone case has crimson details…he tries to look for it everywhere when he’s out and about, he surrounds himself with it at home. his favorite time of year is when the humid summer fades into mild autumn, as the change in seasons brings with it ruby leaves and dying trees — oh, death. in addition to the fiery shade, soobin finds himself enamored with eternal rest. it’s just oh so freeing, an end of a cycle, a path to purity. there is nothing more pure than the act of shedding the mortal skin to find a higher meaning — to be reborn.

soobin likes helping people be reborn just as much as he likes the color red.

but only people he finds worthy: the innocent ones, the ones who have placed too much trust in a world that is wrought with cruelty and had their hearts ripped out in the process. those are the ones who need saving, he thinks, and he finds great happiness, an overwhelming sense of pride, in being the one who can save them. it’s fate that brings him into these people’s lives, after all. something has chosen him to guide these people towards a greater path, to help the weak and downtrodden, the ones looking for betterment. there is no doubt in his mind that would cause him to think otherwise.

he adores helping people, but he wishes that they were just a bit more sympathetic to his cause. it’s not as if he enjoys hurting them, but his methods are the only way that any of this can be accomplished. no matter how much he tries to explain, they always scream and cry and beg to be let go, they always try to run away even if they’re bound…they don’t understand that all he wants to do is take them to a better place, yet they make it so difficult for him to be nice, to keep his composure. they always make him resort to extremes — but at the same time, he can't be too disappointed when they struggle.

blood is unequivocally beautiful to him, after all.

the city has faded into darkness since he’s begun unwinding from the work week. soobin’s office job provides him with little joy and nothing to look forward to, so he often spends his nights taking walks about the city. sometimes, he’s looking for something, someone; and sometimes, he simply allows the cool air to soothe him, wandering without a particular goal in mind, just living. breathing. being.

tonight, however, the former rings true. it’s been too long since he’s last aided a stranger. his previous succor occurred over three months ago, and the empty, unfulfilled feeling within his chest has chipped away at flesh and bone until nothing but a gaping cavern remains. it’s time to fill that aching void up again. he loves people, he loves helping them. it’s the only thing in his life that makes him feel truly alive. doing this is as vital as his need to breathe, to eat.

as he continues to stroll along the fog-shrouded road, he eventually spots his next potential project: you’re stumbling along the sidewalk in front of him, sobs ripping themselves from your throat so loud that he can hear them despite the significant distance separating himself from you. dressed in a creamy white coat and light wash jeans, you look like an angel from behind. he wonders what your face looks like, fresh with tears and red-rimmed eyes. where are you headed at this hour — alone, no less? more importantly, what’s gotten you so worked up? do you need his help? evidently, you might. it wouldn’t hurt to check on you.

quickening his pace, his long legs begin to close the distance between you and him. despite his intentionally loud footfalls, you do not seem to acknowledge his presence behind you as he approaches. you should be more careful; you never know who could take advantage of your vulnerable state, although he is grateful that he is the one to find you. he has only your best interests in mind, unlike the rest of the selfish population of this city. you don’t turn around even when he’s finally a mere few feet away, so lost in your own little world that its real counterpart has all but fallen away.

“miss?” he calls, deep voice ringing out into the chilled air. an air of friendly concern is apparent in his timbre, and it’s not a lie. he really is concerned for you. “are you okay?”

your entire form jolts, feet coming to a halt as you spin around to face him — and oh, you poor thing. streaks of watered down mascara mar your cheeks, eyes round and bloodshot and glinting with tears beneath the streetlight above. your hands come up to wipe under your eyes in a weak attempt of hiding your current emotional state. evidently, it fails, gray spreading further across your face as he blinks at you, wrinkles forming between his brows while he waits for a response.

“i’m— i’m fine, thank you.” while your words are meant to placate his worry, your quiet, warbly tone is less than convincing. he decides not to pry too hard — you look halfway ready to flee as it is — instead opting to remain in place as he drinks you in. indeed, you look like an angel. even with your puffy eyes and kicked puppy expression, he finds you lovely, your voice soft and delicate like wind chimes. the overwhelming urge to wrap you in his arms, to keep you safe from the world, flashes through his body. he pushes the feeling away. he can’t scare you away if he wants to learn more about your situation, whether or not you are worthwhile.

“are you sure?” he gently asks. for a second, your eyes blink up at him, less guarded now. soobin is well acquainted with his effect on women, the softness he holds in his voice and gaze, the openness of his features that must scream trust me. he can tell that he’s got you when you toy with your bottom lip for a moment, gaze trailing off towards the side of the side as you decide to continue this conversation with him. you easily could have walked away, or even told him to leave you alone, but you don’t. you don’t, and he feels his heart pound in excitement because of it.

staring down at his shoes, you murmur, “yeah, it’s just— it’s stupid, actually, nevermind.”

“well, it surely can’t be that stupid if it made you cry.” and your upset mask cracks just the slightest bit. so pretty. so, so pretty. your smile causes every single nerve ending in his body to tingle. a smile forms on his own face, and something in the air between you changes in that moment. a mutual understanding that you won’t be explaining the reason behind your tears right now, but some company would be nice.

a convenience store lies maybe twenty feet up in the road, and he falls into step with you once you ask if he’d like to grab something to eat there. he quickly learns that you prefer the veggie triangle kimbap over any other flavor and that you have a borderline strange obsession with banana milk, but he still hasn’t learned your name. as you continue talking, the realization eats at him. he likes you, he thinks that you’re sweet and kind — too kind for this world. you deserve better. if he continues to get close to you, maybe you’ll be understanding enough to accept what he’s trying to do here. soobin can be quite patient, after all, and you seem more than worth his time. however, his first step in this plan is to learn your name.

leaning against the counter next to him, you beat him to the punch. “i never got your name.”

fuck, your voice sings so prettily in his ears, and you look so shy, so demure just asking that. how sweet you are. all he wants to do is wrap you up and protect you, hold you close and shield you from everything terrible. instead, he swallows down a mouthful of ramen and gives you a charming smile. “soobin. choi soobin.”

“that’s a nice name,” you say, innocent eyes peering up at him. the redness has receded to the edges of your scleras, the puffiness of your face slightly calmed down. he’s made you feel better, but he knows he can eliminate all sorrow from your life, if you’ll allow him to.

“i’m sure yours is prettier,” he says, voice trailing off at the end. with a playful roll your eyes, you provide your own, and his grin grows wider. “ah, i was right.”

the flustered press of your lips is enough to tell him that his plan is working so far. your naivety is endearing to him. it makes everything easier — even better, when he asks to walk you home after citing potential danger, you accept without a single hint of doubt, eyes wide as you comment that you hadn’t thought of that. so sweet, so trusting. no one else will be able to hurt you now that he has set his sights on you.

“would you…like to come in?” you ask as soon as you reach your building, shyness returning in full force. hope drips from each word, your fingers nervously fidgeting at your sides. he can’t help but accept your offer. he’d honestly be a fool not to.

your apartment is a modest one-bedroom with a small living room, a living room in which he finds himself in as you busy yourself in the kitchen. trying not to stare too hard at your form over the small island that separates the two rooms, he busies himself with picking at a loose thread on the couch. for some reason, nerves eat at his stomach, festering there like a swarm of wasps. he’s never had someone invite him into their home so early on. this is new, different — he’s not sure what to do with himself.

“could i offer you some water? or tea?” you call. he swivels his head to find you looking at him while waving a teapot in the air. the moment you realize what you are doing, you drop your arm, your free hand coming up to scratch your cheek.

holding back a chuckle, he offers a kind nod. “tea sounds wonderful, thank you.”

this seems like the correct choice, if your wide grin is anything to go by. would you look the same if he tells you what he plans with you? would you understand? he’s not sure yet, but he will learn with time. so far, you’re his favorite, even if he’s known you for less than an hour. you are the closest to being untainted. perhaps it’s a selfish desire, but keeping you around for a bit longer than the others wouldn’t be so bad. he ponders if he should just take you with him now just as he did with all the others. he’s got a packet of pills in his trouser pocket waiting to be used, it would almost be too easy to slip one into your drink given your acute lack of awareness. at the same time, he has learned from his past mistakes; patience will bring his plan to fruition. this is just the beginning.

a mug of tea appears before his eyes, and he swallows down a flinch before he’s reaching out to take it from you. your fingers just barely brush against his, nearly making him drop the mug. your skin — it’s soft, warm. he wants to feel it more, have his palms run over every one of your curves, feel your chest against his as he takes you…he swats those thoughts away as he shifts uncomfortably.

silence fills the space between you, a blanket over his head meant to suffocate him. he takes a sip of the steaming hot tea, a dark, cloudy amber in a pompompurin mug that just seems so you. the tea itself blooms sweet on his tongue, notes of honey and lavender coating his taste buds, his muscles relaxing into the couch as he continues to sip the liquid, eventually downing the rest. he glances over to find that you have shrunk into yourself, sock-clad feet curled up onto the couch while your hands grip your own mug close your chest.

“i’m going to go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back,” you say suddenly, placing your mug on the coffee table before scurrying off. the bathroom door slams shut, the lock clicking immediately after, leaving him alone. he stares at your mug. the item taunts him. come on, put something in there. mix it up and take you now.

he shouldn’t. he should be patient, but the opportunity is right here for him to take. you’ll be understanding once he explains everything to you. you’ll be different from the others.

so he slips a pill from his pocket and drops it into your mug, watching the capsule dissolve into the transparent liquid. the slight change in color and opacity doesn’t worry him — it’s not as if your perception is that acute. when the sound of your approaching footsteps forces him back to his side of the couch, his heart begins to pound against his ribcage so hard that he fears it may burst. keep it together. you won’t notice.

instead of plopping onto your original seat, you make the bold decision to sit down right next to him, facing him. biting your lip, your eyes flit to the floor, then back to him. an invisible magnet pulls you closer. once mere millimeters separate your faces, he pauses, staring down at the way your chest stutters, so close to his own. he should stop this — he just met you, but the way you trust him so easily is doing things to him that he’s never felt before. this twisting feeling in his stomach…it’s so sweet, and you’re just so cute. he wants to protect you. he wants to use you.

it’s unclear who commits first, but his lips are pressed against yours. softness is the first thing that he registers, then the uncertainty that freezes you against him. a hand moves up to cup your jaw, holding you close to him as he moves his lips gently against your own. slowly, you begin to reciprocate, lips parting to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. slow, soft...it’s everything soobin has wished for in his lonely life. this kind of connection, this gentle intimacy that is now filling that empty hole in his heart that has always yearned to be filled. he has kissed others before, yes, but he’s never felt like this.

the feeling is quickly becoming too much for him, especially now that your hands are sliding their way towards his waistband. pulling away, he grabs your hands, holding them as holds your gaze. “you don’t have to. i know we just met—”

“but i want to,” you pout, wide, pitiful gaze burning through his as you slip off the couch and onto the wooden floor, your hands leaving his to rest on his thighs. “don’t you want it too?”

he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, but the sight of you on your knees between his thighs with a cute little pout gracing your lips makes him wonder what you would look like with his cock shoved down your throat, tears streaming down your face as you choke on him.

pawing at his thighs, you plead, “please, soobin? you helped me feel better, i want to make you feel good too. please?”

you might just start crying if he doesn’t let you — and he would hate to be the reason why, so he gives in with a nod, helping you unzip his trousers and shove his boxers down his thighs, revealing his hard dick to your eager eyes. your hand looks so small compared to him, barely able to wrap around his girth as you begin to pump him, lips wrapping around his cockhead and your tongue slipping into his slit to taste the salty precum gathered there. he groans, head thrown back against the couch as he resists thrusting up into your mouth.

“so good, fuck,” he groans, his voice trailing off into a moan as the pleasure begins to build, your hums against his cock sending him straight towards euphoria. suddenly, your head lurches forward, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can, your hand pumping what you are unable to fit. his eyes roll back into his head, staccato moans leaving his lips while you bob your head up and down, your throat contracting around his cockhead before you’re pulling yourself off with a cough.

he tries to move his hand to caress your hair, to give you some semblance of comfort, only to realize that he can’t. his arms won’t move, nor will his head, or his legs — or anything. wait, what the fuck? what’s going on with him? all he can do is sit there and watch as you continue to pump him faster, licking up his precum at his tip until he cums in weak spurts into your mouth. he can’t even cant his hips, and he can barely feel his orgasm wash over him, numbness spreading across his body. humming, your eyes flutter shut as you swallow his release. when you look up at him again, the glint within them has changed. darker, cunning.

“i know your secret.”

when he doesn’t respond — his mouth won’t move — your smile grows sharp, predatory. moving to stand between his legs, you lean down to his level, brow raising when his attempt to speak results in unintelligible groans. “aw, cat got your tongue? that’s fine, makes all of this easier for me.”

all of this? what the hell are you talking about? why can’t he move?

you seem to recognize the confusion swirling in his umber irises, booping his nose with a manicured finger before you’re turning around and reaching for your mug. inspecting it’s contents, you take in the cloudy liquid before your focus returns back to him, amusement apparent in your tone. “you tried to drug me! that’s so cute!”

setting the mug back down, you slink back over to him.

“y’know, soobin, i thought you’d be smarter than this,” you pout, sitting next to him and throwing your legs over his lap. no matter how much he wills himself to move, he’s frozen. all feeling has left his body, not even the sensation of your nail gliding along his cheek registers. “drank all that tea and didn’t even notice, you poor thing. can’t speak, can’t move, whatever are you going to do now? can’t kill me like the rest of them now…”

oh, fuck. you know — you’ve known this entire time. you’ve lured him into your trap, and he fucking fell for all of it, didn’t even question why you invited him in so easily, why you weren’t worried about a complete, potentially dangerous stranger being in your home. he couldn’t have planned for this outcome if he tried.

“you got too cocky, baby,” you giggle, right hand reaching between your legs and into the cushions, coming up with a large knife. “never thought someone like me would pull a stunt like this, did ya? isn’t it exciting being the victim for once? i just love the thrill.”

“and you know what else i like, binnie?” you coo, tracing the silver blade against his jawline. muscles melted into the couch, soobin can only emit fearful grunts as you dig in and break skin. blood bubbles up to the surface of the wound before spilling down his neck. fuck, you cut him deep, but he can barely feel the pain.

a snap of your fingers guides his attention back to you. “i love red, just like you.”

swiping a finger through the blood dripping down his neck, you bring it up to your lips and suck, moaning at the iron-rich taste. you’re the farthest thing from the innocent lamb he painted you as. you’re fucking psychotic, pupils dilated and grin so wide your lips may split at the corners as you climb into his lap, knife now pressed against his throat. he’s completely at your mercy — your prey. cornered, nowhere to go.

“i think we’re gonna have lots of fun together,” you coo, pressing a venom-laced kiss against his lips, the bloody blade cutting into him once more. “don’t you think so too?”

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circeyoru · 25 days

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Collection of Overlords _ Part 9 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9 (here)

In a snap, you and Velvette were the only ones in a pitch black space. Even though it appeared to be nothing but darkness, Velvette could still see your figure before her, serenely floating in the space while she was disgracefully trying to balance herself from the lack of gravity

You watched with a gentle expression while Velvette desperately tried to steady herself quickly before she embarrasses herself even further. Especially not after her confident declaration of independence from the Vees. After a while of watching her frail around in the air, you snapped your fingers and gave her a platform to stand on

Finally, you welcomed her to a pocket world of your own. A world where only you can enter and bring others in and out, only with your permission. A world that is similar to what humans would prefer to as ‘limbo’. It’s a place where you let souls roam till they lost their minds, a world where anyone was at your mercy

Though you only brought Velvette here as a means of ensuring privacy since Cannibal Town was more open in their affairs and didn’t mean letting others know details through some gossip here and there. Then it was a matter of time before the whole story or truth was pieced out

As much as you liked the citizens of Cannibal Town, you’re not above distrusting them as they were the nosy bunch. Yet you know that they weren’t the same stalking type like Vox is with his technology

This place was created more as a counter to that Garden of plenty. Trees, fruits, animals, clean streams, and even more. Truly a place of plenty that anyone would love to stay in. Compared to your little dark dimension, it was obvious where one would prefer if given the choice to stay. Instead of calling it a counter to the Garden, you were more incline to call it an opposite

But there really was nothing to do here instead of floating around and conjuring whatever as long as it was you doing it. Another souls can’t do a thing in this place. Even if you put Zestial in here, he can do his fancy magic or Alastor can’t summon his tendrils and minions

Why’d you think you hold an iron fist over the strongest beings in Hell? You can instantly put them in their place by stripping them of all their power and possession. Put them in a place where they are nothing to you

Hell is a place where power and authority meant stability. Unlike Earth, there aren’t laws written on paper where everyone must follow else there’d be punishment. Unlike Heaven, it wasn’t made up with beings of purity and goodness. No. Hell was a place where the worse of the worse resides, where monsters and demons of one’s nightmare lives and strives

Hell is a lawless and chaotic domain that you rule and oversee. It was never your intention to show yourself nor make yourself know to the beings of Hell. But when Trick (Noir at the time) were praised and worshipped by their Angels and other Heavenly beings, you wanted something similar to that

No, not in the same way. Oh clouds, never in that way. You wanted obedience and loyalty, you wanted to be the thing they feared. You didn’t like how they believe they were the ones in power. So one by one, you defeated the ruling powers and reminded them they were nothing. That was how the 7 Rings of Hell came to be, divide and conquer

While Heaven has that one place, you created levels for Hell. A Ring for each Sin. And what better Ring for you to primarily stay in but Pride?

When the first ‘Sinner’ arrived, you looked through the soul’s memory. There had never been a reason for you to visit Earth, nor did Noir arrange the frequent chats like nowadays, so you never expected for a soul to arrive in Hell or death for that matter

Seeing the pridefulness in their evil deeds, you wonder just a moment if more souls would be Sinners and sent to Hell later. If so, should they be judged by you and placed into different Rings? Then came the idea of you staying behind the scenes, as the puppeteer of the ruling figures sounded appealing

The moment Lucifer and Lilith arrived, you gave them their titles as the King and Queen of Hell. But never the title of ‘Emperor’ or ‘Empress’, no, they were merely the king and queen on the chess board. The player was you and opposite to you was none other than Trick

More and more Sinners came to Hell and then a whole world of them came. So you restricted them to the Pride Ring since they were Lucifer and Lilith’s handy work. They should be looking over their subjects. Sinners were indeed prideful, they were unable to comprehend a higher power such as yourself even existing. Well, some weren’t even aware they were only existing in one of the seven Rings

You found Lucifer and Lilith’s attention to Sinners’ being lacking. What with their whole family drama, you took things into your own hand. You created a group, your very own collection. You dubbed them ‘Elites’

Individuals with power and authority in a specific domain or area, even element. They were your hand picked, they were the ones with potential to advance to a higher level. The first level was their title as an ‘Overlord’, the next was your acknowledgement and support, then a unique title of recognition, and the rest is as natural as breathing. Obedience, servitude, and loyalty

“Velvette,” You called out to her as she straightened up on her platform, your softer smile widened a bit. “Do you see yourself as an Overlord?”

The doll demon’s shoulders raised a bit as she bit her lower lip, her hands balling into fists too. It took a few seconds before she spoke, very unlike what she would usually do in the past. “I once did. But now that I look back, I don’t think I’m one.”

“You are correct.” You didn’t even sugarcoat the truth, nor did you hide that widening smile of yours. The fact that your eyes were still closed might there was no malice behind your words, merely that you were playful with the truth. Like you were dangling a carrot for a rabbit. You raised your palm and a necklace with a familiar eye design pendant appeared hovering, “Are you aware of what this it?”

“The thing you used to contact Overlords?” Velvette seen it before, Vox was always in a frenzy when that lit up and a voice came through. He was also overly pushy with keeping it, claiming that he was the only one that can keep track of it. So she never saw or touch it herself outside of when Vox would buy it to their penthouse.

You chuckled, “Ah, The Vees, weren’t you all acting as a team? How is it that you lack knowledge of this? Is Vox the brains? Does he keep all the information from you and Valentino?” You reviled in the contemplating look on the doll’s face before continuing. “It has been explained, this is a symbol of your status as an Overlord. You are to keep it on you at all times so that I can keep an eye on you, also to lend you protection should you require it.”

Velvette’s eyes widened, “Vox never… He said… He said only he should…”

You hummed, expecting such a result already. “I know. That’s why…” Your head tilted as your eyes peeked open a bit, a chill was sent down Velvette’s entire body when she made eye contact, yet she can’t look away. That look in your eyes, it was enchanting and magnetic. “When you said you can’t stand it, you want to separate your association with Vox and Valentino…” You suddenly appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye, making her fall back. “Well, then I had to give you a chance.”

“A chance?” Velvette repeated in disbelief.

You looked down at her, your eyes now closed but you small smile stayed. “Yes. Making you start from rock bottom, you’re not at the bottom when you’ve built yourself quite the reputation, right? So why not offer you a chance to change instead?” You snapped your fingers and holograms of plain cards appeared all around the two of you. “You have various skills and talents, I won’t deny that. But you lack a solid base and worthy allies to lean on, it shows you see, how little you know of my expectations yet try to adhere to them.”

Velvette figured you meant when she was counting down for the Vees to bow in union when greeting you back then at the meeting.

A card flew to you and you held it between two fingers, “No longer will you be a demon of social media. You will be reborn under my support and guidance of more knowledgable associates.” The card in your fingers burned to nothing and Velvette felt herself lightened like a weight was removed from your shoulders. You gestured to the cards floating around, “Review what you have and what you wish to have. Assess yourself. Assemble your new title.”

“Yes,” Velvette fell to her kneel on the platform, bowing her head for a moment before look directly into your eyelids, where your eyes would make contact with hers if they were opened. “I will not disappoint you again, My Sovereign.”

When you brought Velvette back to the room, Rosie was already giddy as she immediately dragged Velvette off to change clothes. Something about changing style to show a new transformation or a new ‘Velvette’ that has been reborned. Well, Velvette didn’t even disagree or fight Rosie in that and went along with it

You were positive they’d be having a little chat lady to lady and soul to soul while Rosie dresses her up just like the doll she is. So you just sat down and sipped from your cup that Rosie didn’t neglect. You leaned back into the chair while you hummed a satisfied tune to no one, things were turning out great

Originally, you thought it’d take longer for something to happen with the Vees, but for this situation to happen and so fast… It just proves that they weren’t as bonded as they promoted

Naturally, the Vees were using each other to gain power and authority. While it was a good plan, since it was similiar to how you Collection works. It lacked solidity. With Velvette being the one to leave so willingly, it meant that she was less connected to them as a team player

They all had their uses to each other, Vox providing the technological platform, Valentino providing the content, and Velvette deciding what was presented. In this sense, they were solid. But what of their bonding and connection? To be this disorganized and this arrogant, there was bound to be clashes

You saw that when your collection first met each other. There was no order and no connectivity, that was what makes the team weak and unworthy in your eyes. Though there was always the matter in their titles

Unlike your other Overlord souls, theirs were more of a self-proclaimed titles and never approved by the likes of you. Similar to what you did with Velvette moments ago, each Overlord had their ‘makeover’ and rebirth after recognizing that their original selves were lacking

More importantly, it served as a way for you to build a multifunctional collection. While you’ll admit Overlords were nowhere as strong as the Hellborn royalty or nobles, you do see their potential, they were the only ones that can get stronger with more souls collected. In a way, you see some similarities they have with you. That was why your elite was comprised of these souls you nurture and care for

Your thoughts moved back to the present when Rosie caught your attention and gestured to the doorway where Velvette emerged. Though less revealing, she was wearing something more commanding yet modest. You hummed with a smile, complimenting her new look. Velvette bastfully thanked you but credited Rosie for the work

Now Velvette was getting somewhere. You see that she wasn’t just saying that she’ll change to keep her place in your collection, but truly wanted to change for herself as well. A slow progress that you’ll no doubt patiently watch over and tend to, something that you won’t do alone

Velvette kneeled down and asked a humble request from you. She wanted your approval so that she can make amends with Carmilla. Well, she has much to learn, this wasn’t something she needed permission for, in fact, she could just do it herself. Yet you eyed Rosie and say that smile that made you understand this was Rosie’s suggestion

You’ll humor the two. With a snap of your finger, Carmilla suddenly found herself in the same room was the three of you. Eventhough she was confused, first thing she did was bowed and greeted you. After receiving your greetings back, she questioned what was going on, eying Velvette

♪ I should have shown some respect. ♪ Velvette stepped forward and bowed her head with a guilty expression, ♪Checked my behaviour. It wasn’t right of me to act so brazen. ♪

Carmilla raised her eyebrow, then quickly caught on to the shift in Velvette’s position and smirked, ♪ Ha. That’s rare. Not very like the wild lady I know from before. ♪ She pointed a finger at Velvette, ♪ Maybe I missed it, but since when does Velvette the Doll Demon act all submissive and dull? Hm? There’s nothing wrong with your attitude, there’s no need for a new one. It was all your actions and associations at fault. Now that you’re not the backbone of the Vees, ♪ She took Velvette by the hand and guided her to bow before you while you smiled with a head title. ♪ Know that we all serve one Liege! ♪

♪ The past is the past! ♪ Rosie joined in and chimed, side hugging the smaller demon. ♪ We support each other as Our Liege’s Elite Souls. ♪

♪ Hehe. ♪ Velvette smiled along, ♪ I guess I should have learned to be respectful sooner. ♪

Carmilla maintained her smirk, but now it was more taunting and playful, maybe a hint of pridefulness in it as well. ♪ You were once among the inane and uninformed. But not anymore now that you have found your place and strive to change! ♪

Velvette gave the two taller demons a grateful and relieved look, ♪ I hope I didn’t strive too much of a nerve. Cause when I acted that way, I never stopped to think that I’d regret it. And why was I so blind before? That’s what I thought I was supposed to act, now I’m mad that I did that. But there’s no way I can change the past, now I see what I should be doing. Can I have your support? ♪

Carmilla and Rosie finished together, ♪ Of course, you need but ask! ♪

Clapping came from you as you gave them all proud smiles, “Now that’s my Elite Collection.”

Joy, pride, and warmth spread through the three female Overlords’ bodies. Rosie couldn’t hold it in and grabbed everyone into a hug, even pulling you into it. While Rosie was all clam and collected about it, you can’t help but notice Carmilla and Velvette acting all flustered.

The door suddenly slammed open and revealed Alastor, his eyes blinked and his body froze like a deer in headlights. Everyone stared at the opposite side in silence before you offered, “Want to join in?”

Note: That ends Velvette's section. Moving on to new minor plotlines~~ All a build-up, promise!! How's this one? (ps. Alastor's in the next one, the * special moment * between you two)

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maybankswhore · 1 year

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rafe wearing your purity ring: nsfw headcanon

when rafe first met you , the first thing he noticed was the purity ring you wore on your finger.

he couldn’t stop looking at it.

you were shy when he introduced himself , a blushing mess when he said all the right words.

rafe wasn’t looking for a relationship at first. he liked knowing that you were a virgin. untouched. he imagined what it’d be like to be your first , show you everything you’d never felt before.

he knew you weren’t gonna give it up that easy– but rafe cameron loved a challenge.

the more time he had spent with you , the easier it felt to be around you. it wasn’t about you being a virgin anymore , at least not like how it was in the beginning.

he went feral when he first ate you out.

you whimpered in the passenger seat of his truck. cheeks so pink and lips so swollen and red , he looked at you and saw an absolute angel.

eventually you had sex and rafe swore he’d never be able to fuck anyone again.

you fit him so perfectly he swore god designed your pussy and made you an angel on earth who was made just for him.

“you know that you’re mine now , girl.” he told you that night as he filled you up just right , head thrown back in a messy haze. “forever mine.”

the next morning he had taken the ring you had once so proudly wore and slipped it on a gold chain , wearing it around his neck.

everyone’s eyes immediately fell on it when he walked you into the country club that day.

you held onto rafe’s hand timidly , feeling slightly embarrassed by putting the intimate details of your life and relationship on display.

rafe on the other hand , was smirking.

because he was claiming you.

he wanted everyone to see that sweet little ring that the sweet little Y/N everyone knew wore.

he wanted everyone to know that he got you.

and he was never letting you go.

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klausysworld · 10 months

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Firstly I wanna say your stories are amazing, thank u very much for posting ♡♡♡ Well I ve been thinking about a smut with klaus

Reader and him have been dating for long time but they never had sex and she is virgin and really innocent and fears she won't be enough for him, she just guess it would be rough and painful but but he surprises her with so much tenderness

And then maybe a good aftercare if u want to?

Ready

Y/n was beyond nervous.

She knew Klaus, she knew he wouldn’t purposefully harm her or force her into anything but she also knew he was rough by nature.

She knew he had been with thousands of other women and she knew she wouldn’t compare to those of his past.

She didn’t know how to do all the things he probably wanted to do but she also didn’t want to disappoint him.

That was one of her flaws, she never wanted to disappoint anyone and especially not Klaus. He loved her more than she had ever been loved and he had killed for her, protected her wholesale and provided for her like no other. She couldn’t imagine taking this away from him, and she didn’t want him to get bored and find someone else.

Last time they were going to have sex, she panicked at the last second and couldn’t do it. Not that it upset him, he was so very understanding and that almost made it worse because she didn’t know why she was so scared. If not of his disappointment then what?

So she tried to force herself to do it, she figuratively and literally threw herself at him. Eyes closed as she pulled her top off and kissed down his neck while he groaned softly and touched her hair. But the smell of worry rolled off her in waves and he ended up with her curled to his side while he kissed her forehead and put on a movie.

Klaus could see straight through her, she was like glass and he knew it. He knew how easy it would be to break her, scare her and hurt her. But for once in his immortal life, he had no desire to make someone’s life a misery, not her.

So he stopped her going through with something he so desperately wanted, because he knew she wasn’t ready and he wanted her to be comfortable and safe when he took her purity away.

Not that she would ever be anything less than perfect in his eyes, an innocent doe, his angel.

His siblings had made many jokes to him about his lack of sex life, he kept his love away from his family. She knew he was a hybrid and that he had done some truly awful things but he didn’t want them to share the details, he didn’t want to haunt her or terrify her sweet mind. He didn’t want to ruin her positive outlook on the world. But he also wouldn’t take anyone saying a bad word about her so when Kol made a joke that he would warm her up before Klaus could have her, well Kol ended up on the other side of the country. Rebekah asked if this girl was a nun, to which Klaus snapped back at and Elijah brought out the stronger alcohol.

If y/n wanted to wait till marriage then perhaps he would marry her. Yes, after a thousand years settling down with someone as pristine as her would be a dream come true for even the darkest of hearts.

And he told her that, which made her cry but not in disparity of sadness, in disbelief and love. It wasn’t hard for him to decide that she would never see an ounce of pain in her life.

But deep down she didn’t want to wait anymore. She didn’t want to wait until after marriage. What if she was no good for him and he was stuck with her forever? What if he didn’t want to teach her and instead wanted rid of her existence?

She loved him, she knew that. And she knew that he loved her. That should be enough, right? Love is a very powerful emotion and it’s enough to drive a person to do almost anything.

So she told him he was ready, and although he was skeptical, seeing her determined face, he wanted to make her happy. Even if she decided she couldn’t do it again and he was left with a painfully hard cock which he would sort out later.

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Klaus could feel how tense show was beneath him, his mouth was on hers moving quickly as she roughened the kiss. He knew she didn’t really want to kiss him like that but felt she had to, so he pulled away a moment and just cupped her face. Her legs were around his waist as she lay back and he had one hand helping to keep him just above her.

He could feel her shifting against him, her hands pulling him down but not in the need that he wanted her to have.

“Love, it’s okay if you’re not ready” he told her gently but she shook her head

“I am, I promise” she smiled faintly and he sighed softly

“Okay…okay just close your eyes” he instructed and she did.

He pressed his lips to her softly, stopping her from trying to rush it and instead barely moving his mouth against hers. His lips parted and so did hers, their movements getting a little bigger before his tongue slowly slid into her mouth. His hand brushed over her cheek lightly and her hands held onto his neck as she wrapped her tongue around his. Wet sounds filled the air between them as they moved their head more to taste as much of each other as they could.

He kept their faces attached as he began to roll his hips to hers slowly, happy to hear a genuine moan out of her and feel her breathe him in. He pushed her dress up a little so it wasn’t in the way and rubbed himself at her panties, careful not to overwhelm her too soon.

Klaus pulled back from her mouth a moment just to look at her eyes, checking for that fear that usually rest within them. It was still their but much less than normal, lust covering it and love overpowering them both. A soft kiss was given to her again as she moaned for him once more.

He moved backwards a little to look down where he was moving against, pleased with the growing wet patch along her panties which rubbed onto his sweatpants easily.

“See? Feel nice love?” He asked quietly and she nodded with a whine. “Good girl…you just keep relaxing, I’ll take care of you” he murmured softly. He kissed her lips lightly before trailing his way down her neck and back up again. His hands gently pushed her legs back down and had them lay open for him to rest between.

His mouth went back to hers as he tore her panties off of her in one swift movement. She barely noticed the material missing as she eagerly welcomed his tongue back into her mouth, enjoying the dominance he had over her movements. She assumed it was his crotch rubbing against her again when his fingers slipped along her now soaking pussy. He groaned softly into her mouth at the feel of it and couldn’t help but get a finger inside her to feel how tight she would be on his cock.

Klaus wasn’t sure how he would be able to do this without hurting her, but he would sure as he’ll try.

He had only dreamed of her being this tight, her silky walls had such a good hold on his finger as he slowly moved it back and forth. Her back arched and her mouth left his as she moaned out and ground her hips to his hand.

Klaus often wondered what she did usually after they got this far. Did you have to finish herself off like he did? He wasn’t sure anything had been inside her, not even her own fingers, based off of how much she was squeezing him as he pushed another one inside. A little whimper leaving her as her face scrunched at the stretch sting that rippled through her for a moment.

His thumb pressed to her clit and he rubbed slowly, matching the pace with the thrusts of his fingers and watching her cunt tighten around him. The amount of wetness that was dripping from his hand was ridiculous, the sounds produced when he sped up his actions was more than pornographic and her moans only added to it.

He groaned to himself as he took notice of her clit swelling as he rubbed quicker, listening as she called his name and her hands gripped the sheets harshly.

His fingers curled and the cry she let out told him everything he needed to know before he continued the action over and over until she was trembling and shaking with need. A burst of fluid was squirt up at him as she moaned so loud that her throat went sore. His lips pulled into a smirk and and he didn’t hesitate in licking his fingers clean. His eyes rolling closed as he leaned down to press his open mouth to her wetness.

Her hips jolted and legs clamped around his head making him grunt and bury between her thighs in determination. Her hands were straight in his hair, pulling and tugging as his tongue rolled against her and inside her.

“Nik!” She cried over and over making him smirk and suck at her harder, she had only ever called him Klaus so hearing her moan his name which was reserved for certain people made him all that more happier and sure that she was in fact ready.

Her hips ground desperately to his face, her fingers clinging to his curls and tears in her eyes as he devoured her within seconds.

It barely took another minute before her taste was exploding all over his tongue again and he was moaning with her as she filled his every sense.

“Nik” she panted, barely able to focus on anything as he continued to hold her thighs tightly and pull her puffy clit into his hot mouth. Her hands couldn’t let go of his hair, she couldn’t help but keep pulling him closer. No matter how sensitive she felt, how many nerves he was playing with, god she just needed more, “more! Oh more!” She cried and he would never deny her of this, never. He would beg for this to be his last meal, and he treated her as though it was.

After leaving her hanging on the edge of her fifth orgasm, he finally pulled away. Both of them breathing heavily and still moaning or groaning softly.

He crawled back up her now sweaty body and had his lips on hers, tongue fucking her mouth and sharing her delightful taste. At some point during his feast klaus had managed to shred her dress into pieces and had to get his own clothes off to stop them feeling so tight against his poor, aching cock.

He moaned outright when it felt the wet lips of her pussy and his hips moved to rub between them. Her breathing grew more erratic as she grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him back down, kissing him with need.

“I’m ready, please Klaus, I’m ready” she whispered and he let out a breath

“Nik” he uttered “you call me Nik” he ordered and she nodded

“Please Nik” she moaned and he thrust himself along her, his dick sliding over her clit many times over.

He had to stabilise his breathing and thoughts before he did this. He knew she had been so worried, so scared before and nothing could ruin this, not now. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers now. He would be the softest, most gentle man on the planet if she would let him fill her with his cock, let him pump her full of his seed.

Fuck. The thought alone had him rubbing against her faster, but shit, he needed to be slow. Come on Klaus, slow.

He took a long breath before taking his heavy cock into his hand and pressing his tip to her dripping cunt. Her heart sped and he glanced up to find her watching his tip with anticipation, teeth on her bottom lip and a moan threatening to leave any second. It was all the confirmation he needed before finally, at last, getting inside her.

Klaus was 90% sure he was louder than she was when her soft, soaked walls sucked him inside. Just his tip to begin with, he slid it in and out of her carefully, lightly tapping it against her clit a couple more times before going further. He got a couple inches in before she made a whine of discomfort and he stopped, his hand found hers and he held it firmly but gently while his other kept a hold of his cock as though if he didn’t then it would do as it pleased and fuck her into oblivion.

“It’s okay my love” he whispered, his hand squeezing hers lightly in reassurance. “You don’t have to take it all” he told her as she shut her eyes so he couldn’t see the twinge of pain inside them.

He let the first few inches thrust in and out of her, allowing her tightly wound body to stretch at its own pace. When her hips moved by themselves against him and her mouth involuntarily opened, he knew she could take more. And more he gave her, a good two thirds in and his breathing so ragged that he wasn’t sure how he wasn’t passing out.

Her pleas were getting more common now and he obliged to every one, keeping each movement calculated and soft. His thrusts, although relatively slow, still reached all those places inside her which she had only dreamed about and she couldn’t have asked for anything better.

She had always worried he would treat her like she were a toy or a slut but he touched her like she was glass, like she were his priceless diamond and she adored it. Craved it.

He was perfect.

Any doubts were chucked out the window as he checked on how she felt time and time again, even though her constant call of his name told everyone in a 5 mile radius that he was giving her the time of her life.

“Nik-“ she moaned and he grunted, his face just above hers and a little further forward as she was leaving kisses and disappearing marks in his neck. He placed a wet kiss to her forehead and struggled to keep his pace steady. “Can- oh- can you go faster Nik?!” She pleaded and he nodded without an ounce of control. Completely following what she needed, his mind was locked on hers and he just wanted her to feel as good as he did.

His body moved to hers faster but still not roughly, not bruisingly or harshly. Just quicker to rub against her spongey spot, to have her back curved off the bed and legs shaking.

His body faltered above her as he felt his balls go tight, the same balls that had repeatedly slapped against her and were ready to empty inside her.

“Y/n” he panted and she moaned. “Gonna- cum- inside- you-“ he panted and she cried out pleasantly

“Please Nik, please please” she begged and he held her hand so tightly, he feared he’d broken it as she screamed and cried.

The sound registered minutes later, him having already overfilled her three times over with the amount of cum he had for her.

His head shot up and he grabbed ahold of her face with his hands

“Love? Did I hurt you? Oh god-“ he started but her hand cupped the side of his neck and she smiled weakly

“God no Nik, no you were- wonderful, unbelievable” she whispered breathlessly and he sighed in relief, his head drooping to kiss her cheek softly.

“Are you tired love?” He asked and she laughed

“Yeah, I’m tired. Are..are you? Do you need more or-“

“I would love as much as you could let me have but for tonight, believe me when I promise you that I am beyond satisfied. You were…” he leaned down to her ear and nipped the lobe gently, “quite frankly, the best I’ve ever had” he whispered and she blushed darkly

“Over a thousand years I do doubt that-“

“You have the softest, hottest, wettest, tightest little pussy I have ever had, the most delicious, most beautiful-“

“Nik” she cut him off, embarrassment colouring her red as she looked up at him shyly.

“Believe me sweetheart, I would never lie to you” he told her softly as he leaned back down to kiss her lips. “The best” he whispered again and she let out a happy breath before a yawn forced through her and he smiled

“Tell me if anything hurts okay? I’m gonna clean you up, I’ll be gentle” he murmured as he pulled out of her and lifted her off of the ruined sheets. She groaned at the empty feeling and held onto his hand with her own as he brought her to the bathroom. “Bath?” He questioned and she shook her head.

“Sleep” she mumbled and he nodded. He grabbed the wipes and got her as clean as he could before doing himself, not once putting her down.

He paused at the state of his bed and instead carried her to the guest room next door. He kept her right against his bare chest as he laid with her beneath the covers and kissed her head so much his lips hurt.

Her eyes had closed earlier than he realised as he held her dearly and whispered to her resting body. Just sweet nothings and true promises. Things she would hear many times over and experience in the future.

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nucleo-bang-tan · 23 days

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wife's bsf au where reader is wife and she sees her bsf coming into their bedroom at night and fucking her husband right beside her while reader is crying but she stills observe everything

You didn't specify which member you wanted me to write. I was assuming it was Taehyung? But I'm sorry I had to do Jk.

Grayscale Pt.1 | JJK

Pairing/s: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Cheating AU, highschool sweethearts, first love

Rating/s: No detailed explicit content, but wouldn't recommend it for minors.

Warning/s: Major heartbreak (duh), sweet love story, Jungkook is literally a liar and a dirty, dirty cheat (not irl, he's an angel), mentions of sex with another woman, not really a satisfying end? and I guess the ask says the rest, lmk if I'm forgetting anything.

A/N: Please leave comments, I would love to hear from you guys. Critique my writing and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, really appreciate it.

I'm also extremely sleepy while writing this, let me know if I made some mistakes or if my writing isn't as good as you expected (anon, you can send another ask if you would like me to write it once more)

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2

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The memory of the precise moment you fell for Jungkook remains vivid in every corner of your mind. How could you not, honestly?

He was a year older than you in high school. Typically exuding a reserved and shy demeanor, the sophmore was exceptionally good at basketball and other sports. Not that you were far behind; you could effortlessly win against majority of the students in any given sport. Everyone but Jungkook it seemed.

The pretty boy had throngs of admirers. You honestly understood them but you could feel yourself groan with annoyance everytime he beat you at a sport you practiced for days. Yes, he annoyed you, a sentiment he was well too aware of.

The boy didn't attend school as often, he had his future laid out in front of him, his father being a huge businessman in Busan.

You couldn't say that you hadn't heard of his father's reputation but you certainly could tell that Jungkook was pretty intimidated by him.

"Maybe she just likes you!" His friend answered much too loudly when Jungkook asked about why you disliked him.

He just laughed, "I wish. But I have a rough feeling that it has something to do with the fact that I demolish her at every game."

They were sitting together in the gymnasium during their lunch break, stealing glances at your direction, Jungkook wasn't the only one with admirers, you had your fair share of them.

Jungkook couldn't admit it openly but he had a crush on you. His feelings were shared only to the ones closest to him.

"You should really tell her, you know." His friend suggested.

"And-"

"And risk your father knowing? Man, just try it. You can brush it off as a rumor if it gets out."

Jungkook sighed, his desire for you practically consumed him.

He looked at you yet again. He knew it was a huge risk, but fuck. The way you laughed with your friends, the way your eyes glistened with purity, everything made him want to hug you and whisper the cheesiest of words into your ear. You were pretty, so pretty.

He couldn't risk it, right? But maybe he could give it a shot.

Jungkook's friend invited you to a local park that same evening since Jungkook couldn't muster up enough courage to do it himself. He picked one where the public consisted mostly the elderly to reduce the chances of him being noticed.

"Namjoon-hyung, you sure this jacket looks good?" Jungkook panicked. "I have to be there in 15 minutes."

His older friend sighed, "You could just tell us you're going on a date; it's obvious. We won't be that mad you know."

"It's not a date, I'm just meeting a....friend."

"Sure you are, that's why you got the biggest bouquet."

As Jungkook hurriedly made his way to the park, his mind raced with anticipation and nerves. The weight of the bouquet in his hands served as a constant reminder of the leap of faith he was about to take.

Despite his attempts to brush off Namjoon's teasing, the truth was undeniable: he was about to meet you for what felt like the most important moment of his life.

There you were, squatting down near the pup of an elderly couple. Your hair catching the golden sunlight and framing your face ever so beautifully.

This was the first time he saw you outside of school and without the uniform or gym clothes. You were wearing a simple skirt and a jacket to protect from the chilly weather, the soft hues blending perfectly with your complexion. He made a mental note of how good your sense of clothing was.

But that moment sparked a certain sense of determination in the teenage boy's head. He had to have you. It was that exact moment when he decided that he'll marry you and only you one day, keep you close to him forever.

Maybe you'd decline his proposal to take you out on a date, maybe you'd slap him for being delusional, but he simply didn't care then.

He approached you, and squatted beside you softly petting the dog.

"Jungkook?" You furrowed your eyebrows, attention shifting from the puppy to him.

"Y/N?"

"You're late, you know?" You huffed, feigning annoyance. Getting up, you started walking around the serene lake, Jungkook walking beside you.

"I know, I'm sorry." He cleared his throat, it being way too dry for his liking. You looked at the flowers in his hands and figured they were for you.

"So, why did you invite me here? Oh well, technically your friend did."

Jungkook needed water and was hoping he could dive into the lake. But the way you looked at him made him question if that would be enough to hydrate him.

"I- uh- was thinking..."

"You're awfully confident while playing, you know. You should really bring that over into your actual personality."

He remembered what his hyung, Namjoon taught him, 'Question, joke and complement.'

"Uh- do you come here often?" That was dumb, Jungkook realised as soon as it came out of his mouth.

"No, not really. I wish I did, my parents don't really allow me to go out that often."

"Oh, why is that?"

"What if someone, like you, kidnaps me?" You laughed, "Wouldn't be be a pretty situation, right?"

Jungkook relaxed a bit, your attitude didn't seem inapproachable at all. He had talked to you multiple times, but all after you lost a game against him. To be fair, he'd be annoyed too.

It was the complement stage, and Jungkook meant it when he said, "Your hair, it's really pretty- like you."

You blushed uncontrollably. This was the first time someone had called you pretty. Now it was your turn to shy away from him.

Jungkook thought it was so unbearable, that he couldn't hold it in anymore. He had to ask you. He had to get your answer. Seeing you blush made him even more infatuated with you.

"I uh- invited you here today to ask you something." He started.

You looked up at him with those bewitching eyes that had him at a loss for words. But he still managed to say, "Go out with me?"

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A week after you rejected Jungkook, you were very unfortunately invited to watch the boys' basketball game. Ofcourse, Jungkook was going to be there, the thought made you want to crawl into your bed and hibernate till it was all over.

Jungkook was a great person, handsome, smart, and at times more shy than he should be. He was the typical high school crush and so much more.

Jungkook asking you out, despite the fact you had a slight distaste towards him, felt like a dream. But dreams are called dreams because they are too good to be true, right?

Jungkook was not the problem, never was. It was your strict parents. Telling them that you had a boyfriend was a suicide mission in itself.

After your refusal to date him, Jungkook had a huge mental breakdown and decided it'd be best if followed the path made for him by his father.

"You know, you're staring." Gaeul nudged your arm. Her remark made you quickly come out of your daze.

"At Jungkook? No way, I was just looking at the uh-"

"I think he knows you're staring."

"Fuck, should we leave?" You asked.

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You didn't leave but stayed longer than anyone. The court was empty at this point except for the janitors who exchanged looks that probably translated, 'When's this one leaving?'

You felt a presence sit a foot next to you on the bleachers.

"Hey." He said. Jungkook was all showered and fresh. Hair still damp from it and skin smelling like soap.

"I should leave, shouldn't I?" You chuckled.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?"

You nodded.

"Why do you care what your parents think?"

"What?" You looked at him surprised.

"Are you sure you rejected me because you don't like me?"

"Jungkook, I-"

"Your friend, Gaeul told me how your parents will practically skin you alive if you date someone."

"I'm sorry but I can't go against them."

"Do you like me?" He shifted closer to you on the bench.

"I can't, Jungkook. Why don't you understand?"

"Do you like me?" He simply asked.

"I do, a lot."

With that he put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. The heat he radiated was overwhelming. You had never been this close to a boy before. Your stomach did a flip seeing how close his face was.

"That day, when I saw you, I realised, that I can't imagine taking a single step without you. I have no idea what happened to me, but I'm glad it did."

"Jungkook, I can't." You whispered.

"You don't seem like you mean it, say what you want."

You knew neither of your parents would approve of this but fuck, the pretty boy's eyes did something to your heart. It made you want to cry, something about him pulled you, and it was significant.

This was the exact moment you fell for him.

"I want to be your girlfriend."

Pulling you closer than humanly possible, he kissed you.

There goes your first kiss.

You felt so soft, your cocoa butter lip balm smelling ever so sweet, he wondered if it would taste like cocoa butter too, spoiler: it did.

Jungkook held you so delicately, kissing you like you were a fragile sculpture bound to crumble.

"Hey, get your asses out of here!" one of the janitors yelled.

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"Y/n! What is the meaning of this?" Your father yells at you.

"Dad, this is..." You tried to explain who the boy with his arm around your waist was.

You were in the final year of high school and Jungkook was already in college. This was the first time you brought Jungkook home to introduce him to your parents.

"Young woman, get yourself upstairs to your bedroom, I'll get rid of this... guy" His voice still holding lots of anger and disappointment.

You sigh, "Dad, this is Jungkook. He's... my boyfriend."

Your dad was speechless, and the disappointment was through the roof.

"We've been together for 3 years now." I gulp.

"That's enough!" He yells. "This is not what we expected from you. 3 years? You've been hiding this for 3 years now?"

Jungkook decided to speak up, "Sir, I love your daughter and she loves me. I promise you, she's the girl I'll marry. I hope you'll understand that" His grip on my waist tightens reassuringly.

You look at Jungkook, he had said these words a million times but now, in front of your father? This was something entirely different.

You take a deep breath, "Dad, I don't care if you give your blessings to our relationship or not, I just wanted you to know that I have him, I have Jungkook."

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You had somehow managed to get into the same prestigious university as your boyfriend and decided that you'll finally live together.

Your father couldn't say no to your relationship even if he wanted to. He cared more for your happiness and though he wasn't sure about Jungkook, he decided it would be the best to let you be your own person.

"Jungkook?" You look over your shoulder, hearing the sound of the door opening.

"You stayed up? I told you not to." Jungkook, sits beside you on the couch. He leans in and kisses your forehead.

"I couldn't sleep without you. You know how much I love your warmth." You rest your head on his chest.

Looking back, you should've placed the familiar scent that didn't smell like Jungkook which lingered on his shirt.

He pulled you closer to him, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You look up at his face, he was on the verge of tearing up.

"I-"

"Jungkook, hey." You cup his face and place a small peck on his lips. "You can tell me anything." You place your forehead against his.

"I don't know, I'm sorry for everything." He sobbed.

"What do you mean?" You peck his forehead, his nose, his cheek, everything you can you show him how much you loved him.

"I promise you, I love you."

"I know, Jungkook. I love you too. I promise. More than anything."

Jungkook cried in your arms, muttering around a hundred sorry's. He never said why he was apologising.

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"Just close your eyes." Your best friend, Gaeul urged you. You were highly suspicious of what was going to happen.

You were 22, fresh out of college and currently on a vacation with your closest friends and ofcourse, the love of your life, Jungkook.

"Gaeul, can you atleast tell me where we are going?" You feel the cold sand under your feet. A mix of chilly and windy was perfect to describe the evening.

"And now, open them." She quickly lets go of you and giggles as she leaves you in the middle of the beach.

But it wasn't dark like you had anticipated it to be, instead the perimeter was decorated with fairy lights and candles, which surprisingly didn't go out.

But something that shined brighter than any light on that beach was Jungkook.

He walked towards you and got down on one knee. His heart pounded with a mixture of nerves and excitement. He took your hand in his, feeling the warmth of your touch against his skin, grounding him in this moment of pure love and vulnerability.

You immediately knew what this was, "J-Jungkook..."

The air is filled with the scent of saltwater and the sound of seagulls in the distance, creating a serene backdrop for what is about to unfold.

"My dearest Y/N," he began, his voice quivering with emotion, "From the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that my life would never be the same. You've been my guiding light, my source of strength, my reason to smile even on the darkest of days."

You smiled, the love was evident in every action of his.

"Do you remember our first kiss? Or hell, our first date at the old people park? Looking at you that day, I realised, you were the only one I've ever wanted in my life. The love that you gave me, I have only strived to return it to you."

He pulls out a small purple velvet box from his pocket.

"So, you let me be your first kiss, but would you let me be your last? Will you... Kim Y/n, marry me?"

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"I'll be late again, don't stay up." Jungkook said through the phone.

"I know, but I was hoping to help you relieve some stress today." You bite your lip.

He chuckled, "I'll be fine, I promise. Now be a good girl and go to sleep, yeah?"

"Alright, just be safe. Love you."

Jungkook had been coming awfully late for the past few months. Something about his dad's company being passed down to him. But when he did come home at 4 in the morning, he held a particular scent which seemed really familiar to you.

You weren't a fool afterall, it was a perfume, a ladies' perfume. But you knew, Jungkook had a sensitive nose, he preferred women's perfumes more than men's strong colognes.

And you knew, Jungkook did not have a single female in his life except his mother and his cousins.

So you didn't think much or pay much attention to your husband sneaking inside the covers at 2 in the morning, holding that familiar scent again. You were half asleep, your back to him, when he came anyways.

But you did pay attention to the bedroom door opening and realising that Jungkook was still in bed with you, but you hoped you were dreaming.

You could hear the smirk in Jungkook's voice when he whispered, "Such a whore, followed me home, did you?"

"Couldn't get enough of you." Someone else whispered back.

Alright now you were on high alert. There was someone in your bedroom who was a woman.

You could feel the bed dip more when you assumed the woman climbed onto the bed.

"You didn't fuck me enough." The voice, which sounded so, so familiar, whispered. It was so familiar that you didn't want to recognise it.

"Come on now, Gaeul." Jungkook's words made your breath and heartbeat all stop at once. "Coming to my home like this?"

"Please?" Gaeul whispered.

"What if Y/n wakes up? You need to get out, you know." Jungkook sounded way too calm for your liking.

"What about it?" Gaeul whispered back.

You couldn't even process anything. The shuffling, the wet sounds, the whimpers. All seemed like a dream. But why would it hurt so much if it was a dream?

Amidst all the whispers and sighs, you only heard, or well, could fathom one thing.

"Why are you with this bitch anyways?" Gaeul panted, whispering long out the window.

The sounds, the smell, the lies, everything was too much for you. You felt as if you were under a bus. The metaphorical bus being 11 years of lies worth.

The realisation that Gaeul was the one who helped you with Jungkook in the first place. Jungkook never showed a single sign that they might be involved with each other more than how they were supposed to be.

The tears you shed during this entire ordeal were enough to drench the entirety of your pillow, your hair and the sheets under you.

The disbelief overtook your sadness and disappointment. You wanted to scream but you couldn't.

You could still hear the pants and the skin slapping when Jungkook said, "Don't know, she's a really good fuck."

#bts scenarios #bts fic #new writer boost #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #bts fanfic #infedility #nucleo bang tan #kim seokjin #bts ask

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Let's talk costuming: Angelic Robes and The Unreliable Narrator

It's two am, I have to be up at six, but this has been fermenting in the back of my head for the past five hours I've spent doing homework and if I don't get it out I shan't sleep.

The costumes we see representing angelic character in Season Two are VASTLY different from those we see in Season One. (See my post on Aziraphale's Job Robe for an in-depth art history analysis of this individual costume piece.) In season one, the angelic flashback clothing we see is rather humble and uncomplicated. As all things in this show, this serves a very important narrative purpose.

Let's first compare these gorgeous gorgeous girls to their S1 counterparts, shall we?

Just look at the collar on that robe! In S1, we're introduced to Aziraphale in a very plain tunic-style robe with an unfinished neckline. Aside from a slight gold decoration and draping on the shoulders, this could easily be mistaken for rather primitive human garb. S2, by comparison, introduces angelic costume as non-ostentatious but still refined with a gold-trimmed gathered neckline and wide sleeves. The fabric itself, on a textile level, is much finer and softer. Overall, the robes give an air of innocence and angelic purity that is lacking from Aziraphale's S1 'fit. Let's look at another example:

Their Rome costumes are strewn with so many incredible details (check out this incredible post from 2019) but they still retain a bit of that historical ruggedness. Same for these:

The argument could be made for pure historical compliance, sure, but to claim a lack of anachronisms in this show would be a flat-out lie. No, S1 Crowley and Aziraphale are very distinctively human in their dress. The cloth has a wider weave, the ornamentation is minimal, all around it serves to highlight their fitting-in with humans and the humanization of their characters. They're 'going native,' as it were, no doubt about it.

So why, in S2, is Aziraphale suddenly showing up looking like he just popped out of a renaissance painter's wet dream?

Simple. Suddenly, Aziraphale isn't an angel among humans acting human, he's an angel being an angel doing angel things. We get to see the rest of the heaven gang in full angelic decadence as well, a bold departure from the starkness of 'modern' heaven. If this is, as many of you lovely folk have speculated, a series of flashbacks from Aziraphale's memory, the design choices designate very clearly Aziraphale's perception of himself as an angel. A perception which, mind you, would likely be influenced by later human ideas of angelic and heavenly aesthetics. As an unreliable narrator, Aziraphale is showing us not his actual wardrobe as an angelic being but his perception of his past self.

Crowley, too, is affected by this shift in dress. Bildad the Shuhite is everything S1 flashback Crowley is not: fashion-forward, smooth-talking, and impeccably well-dressed. We've got three different fabric textures (that's three times as many as any of his biblical S1 robing) and a definable silhouette. He's practically a fashionista.

If this were all taken as an objective narrative, the shift back to billowing-void peasant Crowley at Golgotha, where we next see her chronologically, would be strange to say the least.

So why is the costuming of the S2 pre-modern flashbacks so much more elaborate? There's three possibilities I can imagine for a change in costume design for any show:

Budget: this is highly unlikely an instant rule-out for me. I've seen what costumers can do on a shoestring budget, and besides the later period costumes make this demonstrably false.

Change in production design team: Technically possible, yes, but if there's one thing Good Omens does well between seasons it's continuity. I mean, they burned the fucking bookshop and then hand-painted tiles to recreate it exactly for the second season. This is not Harry Potter. This isn't it.

An intentional design: Everything, and I mean everything, in this show is intentional. While not everything the wardrobe team does is easily decodable (see Crowley's shapeshifting sunglasses) we've got a pretty comfortable bit of time to figure such things out. This is the only option that makes a lick of sense.

Wonderful, so we've established that this is a narrative choice.

So if it's a narrative choice, and it's distinct from the stylistic choices of Season One, then someone is lying to us. Or rather, we have an unreliable narrator somewhere along the way.

Most of the buzz on ye olde tumblr focuses on the idea of Aziraphale as narrator and memory-holder for S2, and that would certainly make sense from both a story and design. Of course he would see Angel Crowley as adorable and innocent and angelic (the hair is not helping his case either omg I love her), and of course he would see himself as grandly, exaggeratedly, almost dissonantly angelic at the major turning point in his faith.

If Crowley is narrating, then it calls into question why he would choose to remember himself this way. It holds a sort of nostalgic sadness, a memory of a joyful innocence permanently lost to God's cruelty. When we see Aziraphale in angelic splendor later, we're reminded again of what Crowley has lost. It echoes the aesthetic of his former angel self, the gathering and gold trim and bright white fabric, but also introduces a much more elaborate silhouette that reflects the shift toward heaven's new high-and-mighty attitude.

Finally, I'd like to point out that by contrast Season One focuses heavily on themes of humanity rather than ethereality. Narrated by God, no less, who probably has thoughts on their assimilation. While I think we can assume God to be a more reliable narrator than Crowley or Aziraphale, it's not out of the question that She would have her own story to spin about our Ineffable Idiots' shared history.

Ultimately, I think it's safe to say that whatever's going on in costume design is a Clue to the story we're being told in S2 and the one we will be told in S3.

#I would commit unspeakable crimes to work wardrobe for this show #just let me sew on some buttons and I'll be happy as a clam #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens costumes #costume design #ineffable husbands #unreliable narrators #angel crowley #go2 #neil gaiman #nerd shit

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my love, mine all mine - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (slight NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: descriptions of a protective and obsessive edward. very minor illusions to smut but nothing in any detail.}

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☽ Extracting Edward Nashton’s love from the tired, weary woosh of his heart is no difficult task. He might’ve thought, before you at least, that his body did not hold the proper room for love. Love was far too bright and shimmering of a word, blinding him like the beaming reflection of the sun on scintillating waves. It was far too strong of a feeling, exploding and sizzling in his blood like face-scrunchingly sour candy. Love was neither something he could handle, nor something he believed he needed. He’d survived through his own strength. How demeaning to suggest that he needed a kiss on the cheek or to hold someone’s hand in order to be complete.

☽ But now he has you, and he’s not sure what to do. You’re so easy to fall head over heels for, and it’s an overwhelming high he’s found himself riding. You didn’t force your way through the walls he had built up around himself; you gently grabbed hold of his hand and took each brick down with care and tenderness. You didn’t coo at his sob story or cast pity upon him, looking down at him patronizingly as if he was a starved, abused puppy; you listened carefully to his woes and…well, you were just there for him. You didn’t rush to try to fix what was shattered or leave when it all got too moldy and dark…you simply sat with him through it. So no, extracting Edward’s love from his heart was no difficult task for you. But here’s the kicker…it’s even easier to draw out his lust.

☽ It’s the littlest things that any other person might easily overlook. It’s the way your eyebrow cocks as you ponder the crossword puzzle you two solved together each week. It’s the way you tap the eroded pink eraser of the pencil against your lips as your brain wanders. He wishes he could crawl inside of the deepest wrinkles of your brain. He wishes he could crack you open, flow through your body like your thick, warm blood, protect you like your bones. He wants you and you wholly. He wants you in ways the outside world will never get to see. They don’t deserve it. They don’t deserve you.

☽ It’s sort of a blessing and a curse for Ed, having you in his life. He gets his answered prayer, his angel. But now he constantly worries. His stomach lurches and churns with every bad scenario his mind can conjure whenever you leave. His palms dampen with warm sweat when he thinks about what the world might do to you.

☽ He refuses. He refuses to let the world contaminate you with its filth.

☽ And you wonder. You wonder what’s going through his mind when his hands are gripping your sides like you’ll disintegrate if he lets go. You wonder what could possibly be racing through his body when he growls those words into your ear over and over like a scratched record: mine. Mine. Mine.

☽ When everything else that’s ever resembled goodness and purity and hope has been ripped from his arms, there is no other option. He has no other choice but to protect, to watch over, to keep safe. To ravage and devour and lovingly consume. You’re his, his, only his.

#eli’s writing #danonation #paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #the riddler x you #edward nashton x y/n #the riddler x y/n

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testrella · 4 months

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you're my religion priest! s.geto x reader pt. 2 → pt 1

synopsis: after a steamy night in geto's office, you're compelled to invite the priest to your party. he promises to go but not in the way you expected.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen ⌗ priest suguru geto x female reader ⌗ modern au content warnings: mild cursing, smut, office sex, religious themes(?), public sex i think, angst, no comfort, NSFW.

author's note: search up what onsra means after reading this:)

you were the face of beauty ever since you had moved into the small town. having the beauty being comparable to the top model’s at the time had its blessings and curses.

yet no matter how much trouble it caused you, it was never as bad as the worst one of them all. unable to be with the man you care so deeply for.

geto hadn't seen you since the encounter the two of you had. he had convinced himself it was for the best. he spent all his life living a life of purity, and being devoted to god. only for the 24 year streak to be ended in one night, easily tempted by yours truly.

even though it had been weeks, 2 weeks and 3 days to be exact but who's counting, he had heard countless rumors of you. they called you the devil in disguise. the face of a beautiful fallen angel who only pulls people into the life of sin.

“..then she hosted this big party in the onsra hotel. she said she’d be hosting parties every other friday to ‘revive this dead town’ the absolute nerve of this young lady.”

geto was on his way to his office but stopped at the faint whispering between two older ladies. normally, geto would’ve walked up to them and stopped the gossip immediately. but this was about you, and he craved to know more.

“that is unbelievable. i know her family comes from money but is it necessary to spend that much on a party? to think mrs. johnson would allow her to show off the family's wealth is beyond disgusting.”

“we should start a protest alongside father geto on friday. to demolish her unspeakable acts of this town. i mean her parties are filled with those who sin..”

he heard footsteps coming his way and he rushed to the other side of the hall. once near the end he heard the calls from the ladies he was just eavesdropping on.

“father geto! we have a proposal please wait right there.”

he stops dead in his tracks and turns around. he already knew what they were going to ask, and his mind rushes to find the right answer. yes, it would be good to stop the sinful acts done in this town as much as possible. but was he ready to face you again after one incredible night.

“we must stop the party hosted by y/n l/n at all cost on friday. it’s practically a festival for worshiping satan.”

he found himself in his office making the official details for the protest. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, they were right. your parties consisted of inviting private dancers, well-known politicians from neighboring towns and the wealthy. it was hard for a regular person to enjoy themselves with well profound people let alone people from the church.

the way his hair was pulled into his classic slick bun with a strand of his bangs sticking out gave him a headache. he gently rubs his head before being startled by a knock on his door. yes, the church was open on 24/7 but who would knock at his door specifically at this hour.

he sat in silence, waiting for another knock, or for someone to call out for him. but nothing happened. geto continued to stay silent and wait for some type of life on the other side.

before he could get up and investigate himself, the door was already creaking open. a leg stepped in. more specifically a leg he would recognize. one he hasn’t seen in weeks. a leg with a black laced stocking on it with a matching heel.

“father geto, may i speak with you for a moment? i’ll be quick. please allow me to see you again.”

that’s when your full frame stepped into the room. there you were in all his glory. no amount of cleansing or praying could ever stop his attraction towards you. you seemed to be all dolled up and presentable.

but.. why were you dressed so beautifully at this hour?

“y/n..” he managed to breathed out.

“father geto, i came to apologize to you.” you made yourself comfortable by elegantly sitting on one of his chairs facing his desk. “i fear i might have crossed your boundaries that night. it was never my intention to pr-”

“nonsense. i was being unreasonable and rude.”

you stay quiet, your gaze falls onto your shoes. meanwhile he admires you from where he is. something compels him to stand up from his chair.

“come here y/n.”

your head perks up at the mere sound of his voice. it was something geto had noticed very early on. there were many things he’s noticed with such little time knowing you.

while standing on your own two feet, you wipe your damp palms on your skirt. there was no telling what geto was up to or what was going on in his mind.before you can think, your legs start walking towards him. it’s like your body trusts him more than your mind does.

there you are, looking up at him. he looked stressed. his cheeks were a little hollow and the bags under his were heavier than usual. you wanted to take care of him. you wanted to take him into your arms and let him forget about all his worries one more time. you want to care for him, but would he even let you touch him?

your eyes drifted away from his face and towards his hand that reached for your face. you flinched before he gently caresses your cheek. his pupils dilate at the sight of you and his breathing sounded uneven. geto’s hand leaves your face.

in desperation, you quickly held his hand. guiding it back to the side of your face, letting it rest there.

“geto please..”

god knows i tried.

“can you..”

he knows what he’s about to do goes against what he just preached about the other day. multiple thoughts raced in his mind. mostly all of them screaming at him to turn you away, to leave you alone. geto is well aware he’s doing this out of lust.

“can you bend over my desk?”

the shock on your face was all that needed to be shown. you would’ve never guessed he’d ask you that question. being off caught guard, you were hesitant. the last time you did him a sexual favor, the night quickly turned sour.

“i want to make it up to you. please, will you let me?”

he pleaded with you with his innocent but desperate eyes. you weren’t sure what got into you, but you found yourself bending over. your stomach against the natural wood with papers scattered everywhere, and your ass sticking up in the air.

his cold hands run up your leg, having a rhythmic movement to it. your body naturally flinches at the touch of his cold palms. he stops for a second before starting again from your knee. his hand starts creeping up your thigh, only stopping right before your most sensitive spot.

geto takes not of your black, laced tights. would it be better to take them off or fuck you with them on? he settles on the second one, it was easier for both parties.

his hands move away from your inner thighs and grip your waist. then you feel a strong bulge grinding on you. it will never fail to surprise how big you could feel him through multiple articles of clothing. it felt so good you moaned without even being touched properly.

the hem of your skirt starts to be pulled down, in that same motion, so were your panties. geto groans at the sight of the wet mess you were. it was a saint with no experience, other than that one night, making you feel so aroused.

you weren’t sure why. maybe it was because you enjoyed the thrill of a good boy gone bad for you. or, maybe it was because the chances of you two working out were little to none.

your thoughts were quickly dismissed when you felt his grinding again. he feels your ass being pressed against his hard clothed cock. geto decided it was his turn to strip and pulled out his fat cock.

his large hands start stroking his large girthy cock. the pre cum on his tip is easily slicked away from his strokes. the 24 year old starts teasing you with his tip. putting it in but only half way before pulling out. you whine and shift yourself closer to him. his teasing was getting to you.

finally, geto gets the confidence to thrust inside your warm and tight walls. the room was quickly filled with heaving breathing, moaning and groaning. anyone passing by could hear the loud lewd noises that left your mouth.

his thrusts started off slow, wanting to savor the moment as much as he could. but like an inexperienced person, his hips started moving on his own. the thrusts started going faster, trying to find a comfortable pattern. geto was enjoying himself.

the same could be said for you as well. once you felt his dick drilling into your tight pussy, you clasped your hand over your mouth. it took everything in you from screaming to the god’s above. his dick was hitting every spot perfectly, hitting the bullseye every time.

your hips start moving towards him to get as much as him inside of you. it was a desperate attempt to make him cum first. but your attempts quickly disappeared as he suddenly flipped the position you were in, now your back against the desk.

“i want to see you when you’re cumming all over my cock. be a good girl and let me make you feel better.” he groaned into your ear. you could only nod at his words, being too fucked to give him a proper response.

it’s no surprise that right after that, you can feel yourself creaming all over his cock. you watch as he almost drools at the sight of it. it was addicting and sinister all at the same time. his hips start to falter and his thrust get sloppier. geto was just about to finish right after you.

“inside me geto, i wan-” your moan interrupts your own sentence.

then there's a funny feeling inside you. it wasnt butterflies, no, it was him filling you up. it felt rewarding for not only you but for him as well.

geto stays inside you for a small moment. his forehead rests against yours as he tries to regain his regular breathing pace. the both of you cool down with sweat running down and messy hair.

“y/n, i’m really sorry.”

“it’s okay geto, you made it up to me. right?” you joked.

geto wanted to tell you at that moment. he wanted to confess that half the town wanted to run her out of here. he wanted to propose an idea, to run away together and away from everyone.

he opens his mouth to speak. nothing comes out. he continues to stare into your beautiful eyes. the way your eyes light up when you meet his gaze and how a subtle blush forms on your face makes him realize he feels something strongly about you.

“y/n i’m sorry for what i’m going to-”

you pressed your lips on his. silencing him from his apologies.

geto gets the both of you cold water whale you cleaned up in his office. he was still fighting that internal conflict. it would be wrong for him to treat you one way in private and a completely different way in public.

geto walks into the room and see you dolled up again. not the same mess you were earlier, although he still found that side of you attractive.

“i’m hosting a party in the onsra hotel’s venue, i want you there. i understand if you’re busy but it’d mean a lot if you showed up.” you smiled at him.

he already knew that. in fact, he was most definitely going to show up. the thought of the protest to run you out of the town makes him feel sick. regardles, he smiles to your face and says,

“i’ll be there for you.”

just like he said, geto was a man of his word. there he was, in front of the onsra hotel with the majority of the town behind him. there were people in the town with signs, and crosses in protest against one woman (and her affiliates of course).

he had convinced himself the night before that it was what god would have wanted. the people were right about you, you were nothing but the devil in disguise. even if those nights he spent with you fulfilled him with happiness, it was wrong. geto had no idea what it felt like to be loved for who he was. you loved him, and it scared him.

you made his heart feel like it was tightening and his lungs like they were failing. when you look him directly in the eyes, his stomach feels like there's a pulsing creature inside. it made him feel like there was possibly a demonic entity inside him. but in reality, it was love.

despite it being dark, cold and raining, it didn't stop people from rioting outside the hotel. all of this for a woman who hosted parties for fun, unbelievable you thought. you watched everything from the window. eventually you had to step back once the mob started throwing trash and anything throwable at the windows.

a part of you was so angry that geto could ever do this to you. there was no right word to describe how disappointed, how upset, how angry you were. so angry you could punch him across the face and tell him he meant nothing to you.

but another part of you knew it was a lie. you would never want to hurt him. nor would you have wanted to believe he was capable of this. this wasn’t the geto he showed you the other night.

it doesn’t take long before geto finds himself inside the venue. everyone else from the party has left out of fear. it was just you and geto once again,

“how could you do this to me geto?!” there was enough anger in your voice to make a child cry. “i-i thought we had something good going for us..!”

he doesn’t say anything. instead he pulls a cross out from his back, it was a small but effective cross. you’re now staring down a wooden cross while geto starts mumbling some bible verses.

“are you trying to exorcise me? am i a monster to you? a demon?”

he shuts his eyes tightly to stop any tears from escaping his eyes. it had to be done is what he kept telling himself. the only thing keeping him sane was that he was doing something good. even if he was hurting you.

“geto plea-”

“stop trying to tempt me! i cannot change my ways for you. i will not change my ways for you!” geto’s voice cracked, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. his eyes have yet to make contact with yours. he knew the sight of you will destroy him completely and forget what needed to be done. “y/n i don’t know what you want from me!!”

“i want to be with you, geto.”

everything seems to go quiet for him. he ignores everything around him except you. the yelling from the mob outside, or the cries from the people inside panicking. it all goes silent for him. in his head, the only people in this room were you and him.

“what did you say..?”

“geto, i want to be with you.” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“i can’t.. please leave this town.”

he finally looks at you. your mascara was running down your face, you were on your knees looking down at the floor. you had your hand over your chest as people around you tried picking you up from the floor. no amount of help would help you stand on your own two feet. the sight of you crushed his soul. but, it was for the best.

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daz4i · 1 year

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this is So Much

1. their shadows being the same but going to different sides. specifically, the sides we see them positioned in in the prison scenes (fyodor to the left, dazai to the right)

2. fyodor being in an unnatural color for a human, while dazai just looks like himself. in atsushi’s mind, fyodor is this creature beyond humanity, something not like him. his dialogue - calling fyodor a monster - even backs that up. meanwhile, dazai is the man who gave him a home and a new family to belong to. he doesn’t doubt dazai’s humanity, and so he looks up to him.

2a. notice that fyodor’s shade of blue is very similar to the shade of blue the decay of angels is represented in in the op’s face frames, rather than the blue used for the ada’s abilities

3. the colors of the backgrounds also play a part in that. they’re actually the colors of their abilities, i’m pretty sure (tho no longer human tends to appear more blue-ish in tint at times).

3a. red could very easily be a color to instill fear in atsushi, as the color of rashoumon, as well as. well. blood. basically, it is a color of danger in general, but especially to him.

3b. white, a color of purity, neutrality - in a situation of everyone being against you, a color to indicate safety. alternatively: a symbol of objectivity, which atsushi is looking for in order to make a decision. ...and another option: white is atsushi’s color. him seeing dazai standing surrounded by it in his mind is a sign of his trust in dazai and the impact dazai has on his psyche

4. as for the actual shapes in the background, my only thoughts are about fyodor’s red lines looking either like cuts - fits how violent his plans are - or like red string you use on conspiracy boards - works with him being the brain behind the plan, and tying the conspiracy to the detective agency

5. dazai’s pose is the same one he held when he first introduced himself to atsushi. i take it this is how he’s cemented in his mind. i don’t really have an idea for fyodor’s pose, but he kinda looks like he’s being crucified, which i wouldn’t put past him honestly.

5a. fyodor’s also standing with his back turned, highlighting the alienation atsushi feels from him, while dazai is facing him (but, not fully. imo both to fit that original pose^ but could also be a nod to his current separation from the agency)

these are my takes for you today. really interested to hear if i missed anything or if you have any other ideas for the details i did present! 👀

#bsd analysis #bungou stray dogs season 4 #bsd spoilers #bsd fyodor #bsd osamu dazai #dan rambles #i promised i'd make a post about these didn't i!

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 8 months

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Elemental Hair Abilty Reader

My works on Tumblr are here

Synopsis: Reader’s hair is their ability, like an elemental spirit almost: HC’s Link to ask

Character(s): Chuuya, Fyodor (separately?)

Warnings: Past abuse mentioned (Idk I count cutting a child's hair that they cherished over them, not picking up some toys at 6 as abusive-)

Words: Chuuya=322 Fyodor=453 total 775

Chuuya:

Absolutely loves your hair

Like will not stop staring when you use it to threaten somebody

Can’t tell if he likes the danger of lava or the look of the wines more

Thinks you're absolutely stunning, absolutely the star of his eyes

The first time he saw you use it he was confused

He didn’t understand the use until he saw the absolute control you have of the movements.

Stealthy and strong

As his s/o he makes sure that nobody steps on your hair when you're sitting

And if you're on a mission, he covers blind spots and things you miss to keep you from harm.

He notices the pain you get from your hair being cut and of course how you grimace when on a mission and somebody cuts your vines

He’ll get really defensive and squash… I mean that literally… the soul that cut your hair.

He’s amazed at the strength you have and often apologizes for underestimating you when he first met you.

He’s always watching those around you, he won’t ever understand why you jolt when a stranger goes to touch your hair. He’ll never understand why you only let him touch it slowly… just the ends at first until he could finally rest his hand on your head or braid it.

He’s noticed a defense of yours when it looks like damage will be done to your hair, you make it into something that can’t be cut, like flowing tendrils of water or dripping blobs of lava.

He does try to understand your fears and when you are hurting he takes care of you. He tries to lessen the pain as much as he can. He holds you close.

And oh when he finds out what scarred you like this…

His hands will be all over making sure you're safe from them and perhaps beating it into them.

He doesn’t like when people hurt his love.

Fyodor:

Very interested

The second he found you, and saw that ability, he was intrigued.

He needed to understand it

Ofc he doesn’t get close right away but he works up to getting to know you

He watches you carefully

He notes how the ability works

He writes you like a book in his memory

Every flinch, each reaction to an event he memorizes as if they were simple words on paper

He doesn’t quite understand you, can’t seem to find the reason, only hypothetical equations to the events that have led to your current self.

He loves the “purity” of your ability

There’s so many uses for it.

From murder in all sorts of fun ways to punish the “sinners” of this world to saving through cauterizing wounds with the flow of lava to moving things.

You're a destructive force worthy of him

He may see you as somebody to move about in his game but oh are you his favorite piece.

A piece that can fit anywhere and everywhere.

Beautiful like an angel … his angel

He loves watching you switch from element to element.

It’s beautiful to see the transition start from the top of your head to the base unless you go from the ability to your natural state, slowly from the bottom it recoils to your natural length and splits into tiny pieces of hair.

He’s patient with you

Waits until you trust him

Then he makes a move, coiling hair around his fingers gentle and affirming as he plays with it.

He keeps his hands where your eyes can see, be that through a mirror or by keeping his hands full of your hair in front of you.

He waits until you are no longer stiff to ask for details, to confirm his theories.

Of course, he was right.

And that person, if they still exist, is gone.

Those who dare to “dirty” his angel should be punished, yes?

He adores you, his favorite piece in the game… a possible weakness.

Though outside the field in the comfort of each other, he doesn’t mind playing with your hair.

He’ll style it using tips he learned from Nikolai and boy… he’s horrible at it.

He can’t make an actual braid the first four times.

You have to guide him but he’ll never admit to that.

He tries to keep you from harm but when you are in pain because your hair has been cut he pulls a nice bath for you and lets you soak hoping to distract you from the hair.

He finds it interesting that your hair is like a limb… feeling pain as you do.

Each individual strand has its own life…

Truly angelic and spectacular.

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princeblue · 4 months

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I think Angel will either be the next or the last to be redeemed for sure but let me tell you who I THINK will be redeemed and that’s husker.

Husker who even though Alastor was assumed to be dead at that point chose to STAY at the hotel and protect it even if that meant he would potentially lose his life for them.

I don’t think it will be an intentional redemption honestly, and it’s possible that it might be impossible for him to be redeemed since Alastor owns his soul. But if it is still possible and that means Alastor can lose souls if they get redeemed will definitely be a problem for him but that’s not the point, Husker who is unintentionally becoming redeemed by helping Angel Dust be a better version of himself, husker who learns to be vulnerable, to protect, to fight for what is right which we have already seen him doing with Angel and staying to protect the hotel. And what is more worthy of redemption than helping another lost soul be guided to the light/heaven and not for yourself? Because you care for them? Because you want the best for them? Putting someone above yourself even if it means you will be hurt or alone or even killed is the very definition of worship and purity in the Bible.

And this is what Husker is doing with Angel Dust.

So, I think that he will have a really really good chance at being redeemed, and if not I will honestly be very sad for him because it’s still plausible and sensible that it’s not possible since Alastor owns his soul (I’m being a broken record box over here I know lol)

He’s definitely become an unexpected favorite since I did not really care for him during the pilot besides his design being by far one of the best, and another detail? He looks so much younger in the flashback with Alastor, he gained more lines and more unkept hair. Which I find as really cool and subtle detail that makes his current design even better, he just needs a shirt lol.

#I love husker<3 #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel #husker #husker hazbin hotel #angel dust #blue rambles

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aihoshiino · 4 months

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I know that Hikaru is obsessed with the idol Ai than the actual person I think the reason why he was obsessed with her has something to do with the breakup and going out with her. the reason why he didn't want to acknowledge her humanity has something to do with having to look at his own trauma.

This is where I'm at on things myself, especially given the info the latest chapter just dropped that Hikaru's assault at Airi's hands was not a one-off incident but a process of grooming and abuse that went on for at least three or four years. Given the parallels that have been built up between Ai and Kana, I do think Kamiki saw Ai as his 'light', a respite from all the darkness Airi was pouring into him. More specifically, I think there may have been an element of him fixating on Ai's supposed purity as an idol.

I'm putting the rest of this behind a cut, both because I am going to be discussing CSA and SA in a little more detail and because it contains discussions of and spoilers for the series Happy Sugar Life in relation to the topic. I don't go into super intense detail, but I also wanted to give people a chance to Not read it.

So the reason I bring up HSL is because my theory right now is that Kamiki may have had a similar fixation on Ai that the character Taiyo Mitsuboshi develops for Shio in their respective series.

Taiyo is a character similar to Kamiki in that he too is assaulted by an adult woman over the course of the series. As many victims of SA sadly do, he internalizes the trauma from this event as being something that makes him 'impure' or 'unclean' and agonizes over how he can be made 'pure' again. To this end, he fixates on Shio (a young girl around eight or nine) in a way that is decidedly traumabrained and uncomfortable not not necessarily sexual or predatory - rather, Shio's kindness and the purity he perceives in her provides him some genuine catharsis and relief from his pain. With no other outlets, Taiyo fixates on Shio as his one avenue to being 'cleansed' of his dirtiness and perceives her as an angel who can save his soul.

While not to the same discomforting extreme as HSL, because everything in that series is roided up to an 11 (disclaimer: against my better judgement i like HSL LOL) I do think this general emotional arc, of internalizing his own supposed 'dirtiness' from his abuse and fixating on someone else's 'purity' forms the basis of Kamiki's attraction to and obsession with Ai as an idol, at least based on the info we've gotten so far.

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk spoilers #csa mention #hikaru kamiki

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fifthmooon · 11 months

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I really wanted to highlight these panels for the artistic choices that nightow made

While reading, all of these panels show up in a very impactful manner when talking/showing knives and rem. These spreads were all preceded by "standard" pages, where lots of dark greys and blacks are used, creating a big contrast with the turn of the page where nightow only uses line and a few light grays and omits backgrounds creating these angelic and abstract images. They reflect a lot of purity and power, each in their own way, enchancing especially the otherworldliness of the plants.

This carries on into the panels knives and vash share, where reborn knives is this blank canvas, white and pristine, while vash wears black, full of details and scars in connection to humans and their lived-in-ness (?). It's interesting how the roles of black and white (bad/good) are visually reversed and how they carried this too into stampede!

#i feel like this is extremly basic i also feel like there is much more to say but to quote vash #i have soupy brain right now #i also find it fun how reading this on a screen i can physically feel my pupils getting wider the second these show up #due to the amount of white #trigunbookclub #trigun #fmtbc

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ya-boi-ferals · 1 year

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Was able to create these redesigns while we had nothin to do in classes. Im tryin to slowly make myself fall in love with art again and my hyperfixation on mlp redesigns are helpin me do that >:'] ...and oh boi this is gon be a long post feel free to read my rewrites ehe

I had so much fun through the whole process for this one! (Tbh the mane 5 becomin more like semi ocs now) For my version, Pipp is more of an actress/performer who does multiple side gigs and hobbies. Shes basically the city's "angelic sweet girl" since shes known for playing a soft and whimsical persona, often doing her iconic closed in ears and faded voice to give a more innocent look for the public. Her attitude is no different in private but she forces herself to stay too positive even when shes in need of relieving some strong emotions. Im not a fan of Pipp being a stereotypical phone addict in the show so I instead headcannoned her as neurodivergent and needing a distraction everytime or else she gets all panicky when shes doesnt have anything to do, she tends to overshare info, forgets to rest, known to take other's spotlight away and dissociate a lot (especially when reading fan comments) Shes disabled and uses formed cloud wings designed by her sister.

As for her redesign, I made her mane to be more stylish as a way to show her expertise on hairstylin. Her tail and tiara is rose shaped to go with her last name "Petals". And her colour pallete is brownish purple and powdered pink to give her character a more softer feel.

Lmaoo I have a lot to say- Anyways heres an old piece i made for zipp Im still confused how to draw her hair patterns...

In my ver. Zipp is well known for bein hardworkin and intelligent. Shes not ready to be queen and often "slacks off" with her main royal duties but she organizes and fixes problems happening outside the castle by talking to the staffs. Shes extremely curious and learns a lot of random detailed infos since she was young which ended up makin her become great at managing situations happening in and out the city, which is why her mother is so persistent on makin her the next queen. Zipp is a solutionist and researcher but she only focuses on what catches her interest before goin on the to next. (Ngl all the mane 5 are neurodivergent to me) Because of how determined she is on those interest, shes made several secret places to avoid just doin main work. Her fav studies are chemistry, physics, cosmology, ecology and aeronautics. Shes mysterious to the public eye but her friends know that shes just a bundle of hyperactive mess once she starts discovering smth new. I assume og Zipp is secretly non-binary coded but for my version, shes a transmare and everypony already knows and accepts it.

I gave her a more light pink and blue green mane colour. Her bangs are like sherlock holmes' as to pay homage for zipp bein a detective in the series along with some side braids. I also gave her twilight freckles and tired,soft looking eyes (not only cuz shes a workaholic like Pipp but its also cuz of genetics)

Aight, I was never really a fan for givin the mane cast just one element and the fact that G5 series havent showed any mentions of it just made it seem unimportant. Soo I instead gave them multiple elements that the mane 5 will develop as their journey goes on. Pipp will be the element of Strength, Purity, Assurance, Control, Pride, Value, etc. While Zipp is the element of Curiosity, Determination, Potential, Wonderment, Eagerness, Persistence, etc. (I imagine if twilight would have ever come back from the dead she would most likely write down what their elements would be as she observes the mane 5)

#mlp gen 5 #my little pony #mlp redesign #mlp art #artist on tumblr #mlp rewrite #redesigns #rewrite #art #I dont even like G5 much but damn I cant stop hyperfixatin on what the potential could have been #next time u will see me writin a bible-#school be damned my love for art is slowly comin back #digital art

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