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bitofsin · 2 years

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@heedingcalls | @heedingsins asked: Ya know I gotta ask for our ships. Gimme the deets on Gab/Steel and Kitty/Negs aaaaand our OGs-- Holli/Pick man <3

send me a ship for my sexual headcanons

GABBY & STEELBEAK.

what was their first kiss like: I don’t think they kissed the first time they fucked, since THAT was a surprise. So kissing came after their first couple sexual encounters because it was just a game/release. The first real kiss happened later, when she was cleaning and tending a disgusting gash on his arm and they leaned in. Tenderly. Which made the 4th time they had sex more...er...evident it wasn’t just for fun anymore.

where were they their first time having sex: Ah, the infamous training room/gym incident. Yes. Clothes were destroyed. Mats were skankified. And long last tensions broken. And she ran like the wind after.

who’s louder: Steelbeak. 90% of the time. I mean, he’s a rooster. Gabby is more of a mewler and moaner, he’s....he’s loud.

who wakes up first: 50/50. If he’s up first it’s because he can’t stay down and is to keyed up for a mission/work. She’s up first because she got a full night’s rest, has to go do her training and is making breakfast for him.

who performs/receives oral more often: I want to say Gabby performed more in the beginning, because of the metal beak situation, even if she was intrigued by the idea of his metal beak on her, it still worried her. But the more times they had sex, the more he insisted he knew what to do and how to do it--often. He convinced her, and so she let him. It took her a couple times to master how she held herself so it was...safe. And pleasurable. Now they have it down to a science. So it’s 50/50 now. ;)

who tries new things more often: 50/50. Big pervy birds.

if they had to choose a third+ person to include who would they include: Maybe in the beginning, they’d chose some random pretty thing they had to seduce on the job, someone that they both consider beneath them they can toss aside later after having their fun. But not now. Now, they’re 100% monogamous and possessive of the other.

NEGADUCK & KITTY.

what was their first kiss like: Violent. Pushy. Messy. He grabbed her, tried to pin her against the booth and French her when she insulted him, she broke a vase over his head, and clawed his face. Needless to say, he was back the next night with flowers. And he hates flowers.

where were they their first time having sex: It wasn’t full on sex, but it was a sex ACT. He beat an attacker/harasser of hers into a bloody pulp, and she dragged him backstage while he was covered in blood, and blew him. He reciprocated with fingering her against the brick wall, and that set the stage ( ha ha ) for them to hook up for REAL later that week at her place.

who’s louder: Negaduck, but Kitty’s got some pipes on her. If they both get going, it’s pretty bad. Which is why they reserve their encounters for soundproof areas.

who wakes up first: Kitty. She has stuff to do, and Negs sleeps the sleep of the dead, and keeps terrible hours.

who performs/receives oral more often: 50/50...they’re sloppy about it too, and it’s the best way to get each other off without being too loud because....mouths occupied ( ffs I am so sorry )

who tries new things more often: Kitty. Negs is always game for new stuff, but sometimes he just wants a hard fuck, and can’t be bothered to come up with new ideas, but Kitty always has ideas. XD

if they had to choose a third+ person to include who would they include: For such a dickhead, Negs is not interested in bringing anyone else into the bedroom. And he knows damn well not to bring it up with Kitty even if he wanted a threesome. But if she wanted to bring someone in, he’d consider it for her sake, because he likes pleasing her kinky side.

PICKLES & HOLLI.

what was their first kiss like: Disgusting and sloppy, and in front of everyone’s faces at a backstage event. Yes, they were annoying and nasty, and drunk as hell. They broke a table holding vegetable dip and cupcakes. It was terrible.

where were they their first time having sex: At a fancy hotel, because he wasn’t ready to take her to his rooms at Mordhaus. ( because he wanted it cleaned up before bringing her there ) They were mostly sober, actually. And he tried to be really smooth, even had a bubble bath and champagne going, but they just ended up finally doing it on the carpet-- being themselves, exploring each other’s bodies, and laughing at inappropriate sex jokes/acts during. The morning after, however, was raunchy af.

who’s louder: PICKLES, lbr. He’s a metalhead and he gets REALLY excited. Plus, she’s more of a cooer/moaner.

who wakes up first: They both are out cold like lumps until intervention. An alarm has to go off for 8 mins before either wakes up, cursing.

who performs/receives oral more often: They go on kicks where one does it more than the other. Sometimes it’s Holli blowing him more often, sometimes it’s Pickles diving on her randomly all week, etc.

who tries new things more often: Holli; as pervvy as he is, he still can’t believe she’s his girl, so he sometimes goes through phases where he doesn’t want to be gross on her because she’s his lady and he wants to treat her better than a cheap groupie, but then she reminds him they’re both gross, and back on the perv horse he goes.

if they had to choose a third+ person to include who would they include: He’s game if she’s game, but he’s also chill to be monogomous with her. He’s done the groupie scene for so long, he’s ‘meh’ about it now. So it’s totally up to Holli.

#heedingsins #heedingcalls #asks #Sexcanon Pairing Meme!#IT'S LIKE HEAVEN TAKING THE PLACE OF SOMETHING EVIL & LETTING IT BURN OFF FROM THE RUSH || STEELBEAK x GABBY ( heedingcalls )#I'M YOUR JAZZ SINGER AND YOU'RE MY CULT LEADER || NEGADUCK X KITTY #SHE LIKES TO PULL MY HAIR WHEN I MAKE HER GRIND HER TEETH || PICKLES X HOLLI WOULD #{ That was harder than I thought!!!! STILL crucial. }

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astarionposting · 5 months

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I. [requested photoset 18+] CHERRY ✧ Lana Del Rey

❝ A touch,

ㅤfrom your real love,

ㅤㅤIt's like heaven taking the place of something evil,

ㅤㅤㅤand letting it burn off from the rush. ❞

[gifset 18+]

i tried to get some good gifs today but wasnt feeling any of the clips i took.. i will work on the gifs tomorrow after work! :) also this turned into a dammon x karlach thing cause it wasnt really specified in the request, and i think they are cute <3

#cw suggestive #nsft #requests!#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 screenshots #dammon #bg3 dammon #karlach #bg3 karlach #karlach x dammon #heartforge #i gave dammon some scars hehe #ALSO THERE ARE NIP COVERS AND PEEPEE COVERS SO TUMBLR DONT U DARE #Spotify

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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I was wondering if you can write a blurb where the bau team goes out to karaoke night? And the reader gets pressured by the girls to sing and when she does Hotch is mesmerized. Maybe ‘Cherry’ by Lana Del Rey? thank you! Sorry if it’s too weird

A/N: It isn’t weird at all, don’t worry about it love! I know, I jumbled up the lyrics slightly.

“Darlin', darlin', darlin'. I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces”.

Aaron feels his heartbeat slow in his chest, the words of the lyrics washing over him. His eyes focus on you, everything else that is peripheral fading into the background. Your voice, which is amplified over the sound system of the karaoke bar swims in and out of his ear drums, filters through every single synapse in his body and all he can think about in that moment is you.

“I said real love, it's like feeling no fear. When you're standing in the face of danger.”

He sees you looking around the room, as if searching for something or someone. Your eyes find his, locking onto to his gaze, as the next line falls from your lips.

“A touch. From your real love. It's like heaven taking the place of something evil. And lettin' it burn off from the rush.”

The song ends, the melody drifting off and he holds your gaze, still fixated on you. It is the applause that thunders through the karaoke bar which catapults him straight back to reality. He watches as your teeth let go of your bottom lip, a tinge of pink colouring the apples of your cheek as you smile shyly, right at him, before handing the microphone back to the host, and scrambling off the stage.

He finds his heartbeat returning to a normal rhythm as he rubs his thumb over the back of his index finger, as if coaxing himself back into the present. He lets his gaze flicker towards you, now huddled around by Penelope, JJ, and Emily, embracing their squeals and calls of “you were amazing” / “told you getting up there was the right choice” / “I didn’t know you could sing”. He meets your gaze over the pink bow adorning Penelope’s hair, and all he can think about are your lips.

#asks #send asks #requests are open #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner blurbs #blurb #criminal minds

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mermaidinthecity · 8 months

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Love yeah, I said real love is like feeling no fear when you're standing in the face of danger, hey, 'cause you just want it so much. A touch yeah, from your real love is like heaven taking the place of something evil, hey, and letting it burn off from the rush, yeah, yeah. Fuck. Darling, darling, darling, I fall to pieces when I'm with you. I fall to pieces. My cherries, he, and wine, rosemary and thyme and all of my peaches are ruined.

Cherry by Lana Del Rey

#lana del rey #lyrics #ldr lyrics #cherry lana #lust for life album

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hailtothemightystarwarrior · 11 months

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He was standing in a wood. it was cold and dark, with snow falling lightly to the ground. Daroach glanced around, wondering how he had gotten there.

he jumped when something pushed him. he turned to see a group of tiny fairies. squinting, he realized they were Ripple Fairies And Floralia Fairies

"Get away!" he shouted, waving his paw. "Shoo!"

the fairy creatures squeaked something in their language to giggling and persisted in nudging him forward.

"what are you doing? stop it!"

Then he heard a small, distant voice like the coo of a dove

"Oh, Where you taking me?"

he looked ahead and froze. the girl who had spoken did the same as soon as their eyes met.

There she was, the young girl he had been chasing all day

the way she stood there, the hem of her simple white gown lightly touching the snowy ground, she looked like an angel from heaven. When he saw her in daytime as Mr. shine brightens his sunburst, She's nothing but a twittering robin. when night falls where Mr. Bright shone his moonbeams, he gets to see her beautiful face, her true face

for a long while, they just stared at each other. fear welled up in her eyes, thinking he was going to pounce on her at any moment, but daroach could do nothing but watch. the sight of her was too enticing to approach

he yelped as the fairies pushed him forward, dragging his cloak. another group was pushing adeleine too, tugging her white gown

"no, you don't understand!" he shouted to them "She hates me!"

"he's an evil rat!" Adeleine exclaimed

"What are you things trying to do?"

he was cut off when he and the girl collided. she gasped as she looked up at him and attempted to run when the fairies put her back into place. daroach tried the same thing with the same result

they were stuck there, standing toe-to-toe, him looking down at her. daroach didn't know whether it was the cold or her wide gaze that was keeping him frozen in place.

they both stiffened when they heard music, the fairies started dancing with the snowflakes around them, singing softly, but joyfully. before they knew it, his paw was being pulled toward her waist and her hand in his paw.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Daroach insisted

"No, I don't..." adeleine uttered at the same time

she gasped as she was lifted and brought to his chest. daroach gulped was now pressed fully against her, not sure what to do now, she met his eyes again, her fear even clearer now. She felt her heart twist when they pressed. Which Actually Felt Quite Nice, Like It Was Its Own Form Of Closeness, In A Way.

his instincts told him to drop her and run, but they also told him to keep holding her. as his paw tightened around her, he felt a strange sense of... completeness. she was so small, yet fit perfectly in his arms.

the fairies fluttered by their ears, this time speaking his own language:

"Dance! Dance!"

they stared at each other again, giving equal gulps. after a long while, daroach shrugged and guided her in a waltz. he was surprised when she suddenly yelped and wrapped her arms around him. it took him a second to realize she was afraid of slipping from his grasp. he tightened his hold on her and whispered:

"don't worry. I won't let you fall"

Adeleine looked up at him, in the way she had while tending his burns. the fear from earlier had been replace with fascination, as if she were under a spell, the reality was that he was the one under her spell. Adeleine marveled at the gray squeaker's strength as he picked up a young lady, with how secure and tender daroach held her in his arms

From then on, the dance was easy. Every step he took with her was smooth and light. It came to the point of neither of them caredwhat they were doing and just followed their instincts

as the music drew to a close, daroach twirled her and moved her into a slow dip. her breath became sharper was she gazed up at him. the way he held her made her forget everything for a moment.

it wasn't the squeak king she saw in those yellow eyes, but a tender, lonely creature.

“Metaknight isn’t the only one under a curse”

Adeleine gasped at the voice

However she quickly forgot it as Daroach just did nothing more as daroach's paw lifted to lightly brush the snowflakes out of her face. he has grown quite fond of the childlike face, her true face.

Daroach closed his eyes, she closed hers too.

"I wish I could paint our love... These moments in vibrant hues."

#daroach #Adeleine

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lovehotelreservation · 2 years

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GETS THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM BECAUSE A BICH HAS BEEN TRAPPED IN THIS SEX NANDO’S FOR A WEEK !!! HEWWO WHO HAS DMS OPEN WITH GOD I NEED HELP WITH DEALING WITH VIRGINITY ROX LAGUNA

SOMETHING SOMETHING BJORK PAGAN POETRY YE OLDE DEMON/PRIESTESS AU THEMES OF DUB-CON/POSSESSIVENESS/GETTING YOINKED FOR LOVE INVOLVED PLS TAKE DISCRETION BEFORE READING FURTHER!!!

It was pitiful, truly.

The embodiment of hellfire reduced to flickering candlelight, a terrifying aura that at once horrified every single soul now tamed into submission. Long, silken strands of onyx and ruby shades spiraled into unkempt frays, the rich fabric of an ornate yukata reminiscent of the spring night having lost its luster, all while a physique that was simply so vast in muscular build and height was caged down to a stone stool by the work of heavy iron chains and golden rope, all plastered with countless ofuda that were inscribed with prayers for heaven’s protection.

Villain.

Monster.

Demon.

At long last, the shamelessly vile entity that was Vox Akuma was successfully captured by the land’s mightiest warriors as commanded by the emperor and ordained by the head temple. Proclaimed to be the cause of every disaster, the silver-tongued advisor to all invading nations, a glutinous beast who fancied himself to any pure-hearted soul to be part of his harem, the mere utterance of his name sent any and all into a tremble.

And in a matter of hours, he was to be subject to execution by public exorcism before the emperor, his high court, and the public masses–a grand display of the gods’ triumph over evil.

Though, perhaps most pitiful of all was you in this very moment.

Scarlet heat across your cheeks, moans that became harder and harder to stifle back behind gritted teeth, nails sinking into whatever they could for purchase.

How utterly disgraceful of the head temple’s high priestess.

Yet here you were, right in Vox’s desolate cell deep beneath the nation’s head temple, seated upon his lap, your ceremonial garb shifted to allow just enough access for you to spear yourself onto his thick cock.

He was confined.

You were not.

But comparing his smug demeanor to your shameful fluster, one would think otherwise.

“I always knew you were the one who lived up to the standards of your order, darling~” His tongue snaked over his smirking lips as his golden serpentine eyes continued to admire the way your face stayed hidden against his shoulder. His voice, already sounding somewhat fatigued from how long he had been held captive, took on a huskier note as he purred, “Indulging the last request of a damned soul–there’s a place in heaven for you yet.”

Your nails dug further into his shoulders, piercing through the thinning fabric of his yukata as you turned to face him with a glare and a hiss. “Don’t patronize me. The world will be better off once we’re free from your presence.”

Vox was unfazed.

He was delighted.

Clicking his tongue, he simply shifted his hips up against yours sharply as you prepared to bounce down on his cock. His smirk widened from the squeal you let out in response. “Oh? Did I pinch a sweet little nerve of yours, angel?” The burning heat of his breath fanned against your ear while he brought his face closer to hum sweetly, “Are you still upset that the temple took so long to rescue you from my lair~? And I was so close to claiming your soul too–”

“Be quiet!”

Your hand slapped against his smug lips, your rhythm quickening in pace while your eyes immediately turned to the side, focusing your sight upon the countless paper slips of prayers for protection that were stuck onto one of the cell walls.

Your captivity wasn’t that long ago either, but gods did it feel like an eternity.

The memories of his clawed, talon-like nails teasingly trailing along your skin, his wicked whispered declarations to make you his, your body pressed so perfectly against his while he ravaged you in his chambers day after day, all while your mind fought valiantly to cling to the hope that the gods would bless you with rescue and salvation.

And they did.

Eventually.

But it was for that reason that you were now here, sickened with the burden of lingering desire that led you down to this lonely cell to indulge Vox and yourself just one more night together.

However, you of all people knew what the consequences of yielding to temptation would bring about.

You came to realize this by the large hand that suddenly came to grasp your wrist, plucking your hand away from Vox’s mouth.

“Now, is that any way to treat your god, my love?”

Heavy chains plummeted to the floor.

Thick ropes snapped with ease.

Prayer seals reduced to ash.

The scorch of your body heat melding with his was replaced by a striking chill as your eyes grew wide with horror and your movements came to a halt.

Yet before you could say or do anything else, your mouth was claimed by a hungry pair of lips as his big arms caged around your body, the two of you moving from the chair to you pinned right down beneath him to the cold stone floor. Near instantaneously, he was pounding and pummeling his cock into you without a shred of mercy or restraint, the sound of his thrusts ringing throughout the cell’s walls with every obscenely wet slaps.

By the time that Vox finally broke away from your kiss, you were gasping for air. Any attempts to escape was impossible, not with him effortlessly anchoring your body down with his own.

The same hand that once seized your wrist was now clutching at your chin, keeping your head in place so you had no choice but to stare right up at his face.

All signs of fatigue were gone. Save for his yukata, Vox was back to peak form. Flowing hair, radiant skin, and–most of all–an authoritative aura of arrogance fitting for a malevolent demon like him.

His thumb traced over your cheek as he mockingly cooed, “Oh, angel, angel–I thought you knew everything about me?” Continuing on, his tone took on an innocent inflection matched by the tilt of his head. “After all, what is the point of existence without the thrill of theatrics?” This was all in contrast to the mischievous glint in his eyes as he boasted, “Hell is my kingdom, my playground–you think I can be held down so easily by fancy paper scrawled with nonsense incantations?”

“Then what was the point of all this?!” You gasped, torn between humiliation and pleasure, your mind a blur of what had just transpired to your days of captivity in his abode and the current delightful rocking of his hips against yours.

Vox’s face lit up joyfully while his voice burned threateningly.

“To demonstrate to all in the world to never take what is rightfully mine.”

His thrusts picked up in pace, hammering into you over and over until your back was arching and your mouth parted in a silent scream upon orgasm, all while you could feel the scorching heat of his hot sticky cum flood inside your core.

While you soon fell back down onto the floor in a dazed heap, he was far from done. His cock still erect and hard, he simply continued to rut against you as he prepared to indulge himself to your body once more.

Vox brought his lips to your neck, eager to vandalize your skin yet again after so long away from you.

“My angel, my kindred, my goddess…” He moaned in drunken ecstasy. “What an absolute joy it will be for the audience gathering tomorrow to finally see the big bad Akuma finally be destroyed--” The corners of his lips broke into a wide and haughty grin. “--only to see their sweet and saintly priestess on all fours, begging for my cock and my seed.”

His arms squeezing around you tightly, he drew his head back away just enough to face you fully, the gleam in his eyes reflecting not arrogant pride, but an unbridled and wicked adoration.

“Come on then—let’s rehearse lots for tomorrow, shall we~ ♡?”

#HELP GIRL MY GIRLIE HAS BEEN SENDING ME CLIPS AND COMPILATIONS I AM JUST TRYING TO FIND MY WAY BACK TO THE GUIDING LIGHT OF THE LORD #PLEASE GOD DO NOT MAKE ME EVEN CONSIDER ENTERTAINING THE IDEA OF RISKING IT ALL FOR THE SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG GIJINKA #HE IS WEARING A SUIT???? WITH OPEN-TOED SANDALS?????? I NEED CHURCH OPERATING HOURS #vox akuma x reader #luxiem x reader #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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lily-drake · 3 years

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Fantasy/Twin AU

Sorry for being late and not posting for a bit. Was a bit burnt out and had writer block. I will go back to write the other days soon though. Also, sorry, I suck at writing wing aus, this is my first time doing it.

Earth J-236, an earth full of mystical life. An earth where everyone is born with wings. Your wings represented who you are; well not really, but that’s what people believed. If your wings were bright and colorful then you were obviously an amazing person, but if your wings were darker or had little color, then you have great evil in your soul. Marinette was born seconds after her twin, Damian. It takes a few years before your wings fully grow in, usually to about 6. But with the accelerated growth serums used in their artificial wombs, it took them till they were three for their feathers to sprout. Damian’s were black like their father’s with subtle hints of red like their mothers. Marinette’s were pure black, devoid of any color, and her mother was so proud of that. She was the League’s charm, for it’s believed that anyone with pure black wings was pure evil. Her only purpose being to protect her brother, nothing else was more important than her brother’s safety. She would die for him, because if he died she might as well have died as well as her only purpose for living would be gone.

Damian glared at his sister, his wings ruffling in annoyance. She was hovering close to him again, and she never said anything to him ever unless she was completely sure they were alone. He did not believe that his sister was or could ever be, “pure evil” just because of her wings. In fact, her mannerisms are the exact opposite of what people believed. She, in her own ways, is caring, sweet, and protective. He had seen, and helped, her nurse a baby bird that had fallen from its nest back to health. She would often place little things around the base for only him to find such as some extra baklava, a throwing knife, a drawing of someone, beads, or other random objects. Grandfather had always been extra hard on her, making sure she wouldn’t betray them, she wouldn’t become “evil enough to lose herself”. Sometimes she would sneak into his room at night, and it tore him apart to see silent tears run down his little sister's face as small black raven feathers fell onto the floor from her days worth of training. He had been learning how to fly, her wings had been clipped every two or three months so she could not leave the base. She had learned long ago to control her facial and wing expressions, but he could always see the droop in them and the sad shine in her eyes as she stood on the ground while he was in the air.

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Marinette looked up and watched as the fiery Phoenix flew through the air setting Nada Parabat aflame. She didn’t feel much as she watched her grandfather get blown up. She only felt great anxiety and fear as she could not find her brother. She loved her brother, and if her job was to cause chaos, she would make sure she could prevent it from hurting him. Grandfather had told her about how cursed she was, it’s why they had to be extra tough on her, and she understood that. They couldn’t have her hurting anyone they needed, only the people they wanted gone. She was angry at grandfather yesterday for taking some of her feathers for failing a task, this must have been her fault. She didn’t want to hurt her brother, her wings had only proven nothing but destruction. She had to leave now, then she could go where no one else was, and she wouldn’t have to hurt anyone else. So like a coward, like the disgrace she was, she ran. She kept her wings tight against her back making sure that no one could grab them as she ran. An arrow hit one of them, but she didn’t have time to think about the burning pain as she ran and ran and ran farther and farther and farther away. Tears ran down her cheeks as she silently prayed that her brother would be okay.

She didn’t know how long she ran, but she knew it must have been a really long time as she had just collapsed from exhaustion in the woods. She looked back at her wings and slowly and carefully spread them out and hissed in pain from where the arrow had pierced her left wing. Drops of red slowly dripped down her feathers and dropped on the ground. She quickly closed them and made sure they were as small and put away as possible. She looked up at the trees made of brass with different colored jade leaves. Pearl-like apples growing on a few. She watched a baby griffon follow it’s mother in the distance, turtle ducks waddling to a pond somewhere nearby, deer nibbling on plants, she could hear the rustling of leaves and branches from unseen creatures and everything was getting more blurry and dark. She was cold, it felt very cold. She slowly unwound her wings from around herself and closed them tightly around her, but that didn’t stop the chill that went deep down to her bones. She was a failure, a mistake, she would only cause harm. Here she wouldn’t be able to do that, and if she died here, then no one would be hurt by her again, and wasn’t that such a nice thought.

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Tom and Sabine had finally been able to hire some trusted employees and explore places in Tibet. They had made lots of money over the years with their successful bakery, and they thought now was a better time than ever to go on a real honeymoon as they hadn’t been able to afford it before when the bakery had first started. It was during one of these forest explorations when they saw a trail of little drops of blood and felt they needed to follow it. What they discovered broke their hearts. There lying on the cold forest floor was what appeared to be a child hugging their very black wings around them. They knew of the rumors and myths of black winged people, but they did not care. They believed that their wings were not what made them evil, but rather situations put into their lives. Sabine quickly checked for a pulse, and though it was slow she sighed in relief when she felt it. She quickly handed the small unconscious girl to Tom and they both quickly went to the nearest hospital. How could someone leave such a small child all alone to die like that? It looked as if she had been injured if the dried blood on the small fragile wings said anything. And worst of all, upon closer examination, they had been clipped, recently too.

As soon as they arrived they carried the small girl to the front and demanded that they take her in. They waited until the doctors were done and gave them permission to visit claiming to be the girl’s adopted parents. It wasn’t technically a lie, they would be soon even if Sabine had to force it to happen.

When Marinette woke up she knew something was off. She was under a blanket, she’s never been given a blanket before. The sent of bleach and chemicals were everywhere and it hurt her nose. There was a beeping noise next to her that was giving her a headache. She didn’t know where she was, and that was bad. She opened her eyes a small fraction so nobody could see she was awake and looked around as much as she could. The entire room was white and there were bright lights. There were two strange people waiting in chairs near where she was laying. She wondered if they were the ones who brought her here. Slowly she opened them up all the way and silently sat up. It’s best to make no noise, then she wouldn’t disturb anyone.

“Oh sweety, I’m so glad you’re awake.”

The woman said in a cheery and relieved manner, but she just continued to watch and study them silently. Her wings felt stiff against her back, though she made sure they didn’t move or give anything away.

“How are you feeling dear?”

Silence greeted them, and her face remained as impassive as ever. They wanted something, why else would they save a freak like her? What were they aiming for here?

“Did your parents hurt you? If so, we can take you away from them.”

Marinette’s eyes widened only a fraction. These were randoms, innocents if you will. They obviously had no idea who she was, and they seemed unafraid of her and her wings. Did they not know how dangerous she was, didn’t they know that black wings meant she was cursed? The man and the woman looked at eachother and spread their wings. Marinette was shocked, but she wouldn’t show it.

The large man had light brown eagle wings while the small woman had white and black woodpecker wings. She wanted to reach out and touch the feathers, but then something bad would happen to them, so she held her hands together.

“We don’t care what your wing color is. Your wings don’t define who you are, it’s what you do with your life that does. Can we please help you?”

The woman said sincerely as she gripped the man’s hand in hers. She felt a pull to them, something telling her to accept. She didn’t want to hurt them though. But maybe she could protect them? Maybe she could find a way around her curse and make sure they don’t get hurt? Slowly she nodded and they both looked so happy when she did. She hoped that she wouldn’t hurt them, they didn’t deserve to be cursed. Maybe if she didn’t touch them things would be ok. If she didn’t let them touch her then it wouldn’t spread. She could do this!

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Apparently she couldn’t do it because this is a very affectionate family, and the first thing that happened before they let her sleep on their —super fluffy, pure Heaven— bed was give her a hug. She had made sure that her wings were tucked under her clothes and tight against her back the entire time though. So they didn’t touch her wings, so maybe that meant they wouldn’t be cursed.

It was strange, because the next morning they went to a courthouse, and she was adopted. She hadn’t said anything throughout the entire event, she just watched and observed what people did. They stayed in Tibet for another few days before they flew to Paris, France. This was supposed to be her new home. The city of light and love. Maybe here, it would stop her curse. It was so bright that it had to block out her darkness. She still always carried one of her knives with her, she felt naked without one. Tom and Sabine seemed to understand somehow, and said that it was her business and that was enough for them till she was ready to talk about it. It was strange not to be interrogated for now wanting to tell someone something.

Marinette had lived with the Dupain-Chengs for about a year now. It was strange really, they were honest business people and their joy was always sincere. They didn’t question much of what she did even though it was probably weird to them. They didn’t punish her for messing up like the league did, and they never went near her wings without permission. They never plucked her feathers, and they would often ask if they could preen her wings. She would refuse every time, but she would often wonder what it would be like to have someone else touch them. Think of what it would be like if she weren’t cursed. When it was time for school she would always wrap them around herself then tape them so no one would see or be able to touch them. Things were finally going well, she couldn’t risk it now!

There was a blonde brat that liked to act like she was above her, and because her wings were always hidden with no explanation she made sure everyone knew that she was “wingless”. She didn’t care though, being wingless was better than being evil winged. She never really said anything in class or to other students, she never gave much reaction keeping her stoic face up. The brat left her alone soon after for being a, “ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous freak.” And nobody was the wiser.

Being Lady Chaos was….the best thing that ever happened to her if she was being honest. Even with pure black wings, people still thought she was a hero. She never flew, she was scared she’d fall and die. She was never allowed to fly before, and even if she technically can do so now, it’s not worth the risk. Her partner though, Mr. Bug has gold, red, and black wings. He can fly through the air with ease she wished she desperately had. Sometimes after patrol she would go to the very top of the Eiffel Tower and just stretch her wings out as far out as she could. She would close her eyes as the wind blew past her and ruffled her feathers and pretend that she was soaring through the air.

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Year three of living with Tom and Sabine she was comfortable talking to them more, and with Plagg there to control her chaos she finally let them touch her wings. It was strange really, she never took care of her wings, never cared enough to. When she first felt the hands on her feathers she had to will herself not to draw them back for fear of them plucking or ripped out. But Sabine’s hands were so gentle and smooth that they seemed to move on their own and go closer to her touch. Sabine would smile and hum as she gently preened the dark raven feathers that were soft and smooth. Maybe she could finally tell the class that she wasn’t wingless soon, and maybe they would be okay with it.

No, they would not as she learned from listening to her classmates talk to the new student, Lila Rossi. To them Lady Chaos was the only good black winged person because she was chasing after Mr. Bug to earn his affections. Lady Chaos was obviously evil before she met Mr. Bug and she would always be evil no matter what she did. Marinette felt nauseous that she ever thought about telling them the truth. She had never felt more betrayed than she felt now, because she had given them her trust, and they broke it without even knowing it. After that day, she made extra sure that her wings were hidden and wore a bit thicker clothing just in case. Tom and Sabine are a little worried about it, but she calmed them pretty quickly. She was fine, it wasn’t like they were all great friends to begin with. That’s probably why everyone sides with Lila and decides that she’s a terrible person.

She had tried leaving her past behind, pretending that she didn’t hurt and kill people. Pretend that she wasn’t a weapon. She tried to push it far away, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. She had abandoned her brother. She betrayed the league. She did unspeakable things to please someone who would never care about her, just her use. The city of lights seems duller than usual, it was probably her fault Hawkmoth came to be in the first place, afterall she was cursed to bring ruin everywhere she went.

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Lila and Chloe thought it would be a great idea to bring everybody to the Crime Capital of the World for their senior trip. Probably to watch people flounder and worry when things go wrong, which they definitely would. She had stopped Hawkmoth a month before the trip, but Mr. Bug took all the credit for it. The arrogant self centered bas*. Adrien kept giving her side glances that always made her feel uncomfortable and slightly disgusted. During school he would try to touch her with every chance he’d get. He almost discovered her wings at one point. She couldn’t do anything about it before because of the stupid your-rich-so-do-whatever-the-heck-you-want treatment. Now that Adrien’s family fortune is gone, and people don’t trust him because of what his dad did, so he has to be more careful. He now kept some distance, which she was extremely grateful for.

She would have broken his hand, she had imagined it plus other things more than once. But then Tom and Sabine would get in trouble by Gabriel for her actions. They didn’t deserve that, they had been nothing but good to her since they found her abandoned in that forest.

She would be fine though, as long as Lila had a grip on his arm and she was in the back, away from him. She listened to their tour guide, Richard Grayson, talk about the history and importance of WE. The architecture was brilliant really, and you couldn’t blame her for having to draw and sketch it. She often thought of Damian when she sketched. She used to leave drawings for him around the base, little things that expressed her adoration for him without getting too close. She wondered if he was still with the league, had he escaped, did he die? She hoped that wasn’t the case, she hoped that he would be alive and well. Bright orange and white wings nearly slapped her in the face if she hadn’t stopped right before the movement had occurred.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry Marinette! Sometimes my wings just spasm out of control like that! I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Marinette just silently rolled her eyes and took a few steps backward and watched the class glare at her waiting for her to comfort the liar. She would never lower herself to do that. She was still an Al Ghul afterall, even if she did leave it behind when she fled. She was thankful when lunch came, she waited far away from the line and watched silently from a dark corner to make sure no one would hurt her. Then she felt it, a hand touching her back feeling for something. She quickly and instinctively grabbed the arm and twisted it behind them pinning it behind their back at a painful angle.

“Ukhti, let go.”

Marinette knew that voice. She remembered that name and she could feel her heart stop. The lunchroom was silent as they watched the small bluenette silently and quickly release the “Ice Prince”. Everyone watched with bated breaths to see what would happen next. The boy’s wings were ruffled in agitation and fear.

“Where are they?”

He demanded. Marinette knew what he was talking about, she simply wrapped her arms around herself and turned her head away definitely.

“Why are you hiding them, Malak? Please.”

Marinette could feel her wings moving in defiance to what her brain was saying. They wanted to be shown, they wanted to be touched by her brother again. She looked down and slowly uncrossed her arms from her body. Damian gently took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes.

“Everything will be ok, Taw'ami.”

She slowly nodded and with shaky fingers reached under her hoodie and began to slowly unwrap the tape that kept her wings confined. When all the tape was in her hands she hesitantly removed her hoodie and let her wings unfold from around herself and into the open. She had made shirts that let her wings slip through slits in the back that were tailored to her wings specifically and were most comfortable. Damian marveled at how big her raven wings had grown and how shiny they were. He reached out a hand slowly and gently ran his fingers down the inky black that was her wings.

Shouts of fear and accusations were thrown at her, mostly from her class. She didn’t listen though, she just observed. The tour guide was coming over now, probably to kick her out. He had such lovely wings though, they were a deep navy blue that looked similar to black with dark red and light blue running through them. They looked so well kept and soft.

“Damian, what’s happening? Who is this?”

“Grayson, meet my twin sister, Marinette.”

“You have a twin?!”

Richard exclaimed loudly, drawing even more attention. The insults and jeers stopped after that. She looked over at the class and smirked when she saw their shock and confusion.

“Yes, keep up.”

Damian said brusquely. They must know each other well then.

“Come, we must take her away from these imbeciles and take her to father.”

Damian grabbed her wrist and tugged, her quickly falling into line like she used to when he did this.

“Now tell me Ukhti, have you been taking care of yourself?”

She nodded as they came to an elevator and walked into it with Richard right behind them. Marinette felt her feathers fluff up nervously. She wasn’t in control of them right now, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Damian ran a hand gently down her right wing trying to smooth it down.

“Things will be fine Marinette. Just watch, father will be glad to meet you.”

She looked him in the eyes and squeezed her hands together.

“No, I have not told him about you. Things will be fine though.”

He seemed to understand her weird way of communicating, she still didn’t understand how he did. Richard cleared his throat and both turned to look at him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but um…I’m Dick, I’m Damian’s, and yours I guess, oldest brother. It’s nice to meet you.”

He spread his wings in a welcoming way that meant and showed safety and peace. Her wings involuntarily rose up as well to reciprocate his greeting. When the door to the elevator opened again she quickly forced her wings to hide on her back trying desperately to keep them from sight. Damian didn’t seem to like it, but he just grabbed her wrist and dragged her to a large office room. The plaque on the door read “CEO Bruce Wayne”. Their father was Bruce Wayne?! She couldn’t go in there, she couldn’t curse him and ruin his life. No, she had already messed up at the league, and she was just barely not messing up with Tom and Sabine, she would definitely ruin Bruce Wayne’s life, and she would not allow that to happen. She tugged at his grip desperately trying to get away.

“Marinette, stop. Your wings are not cursed, that was a lie.”

Marinette shook her head and kept trying to escape the iron-like grip.

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

She froze at that and quickly shook her head. Of course she trusted him, it was her that shouldn’t be trusted.

“Good, because we’re going in now.”

And that was that, because the door was now open and she was being dragged into the office room where their father and another boy with large bags under his eyes stared at them. Damian puffed up his chest and feathers letting his strong, big, and brilliant wings rise into the air.

“Father, this is your daughter, my twin, Marinette Erebus Al Ghul-Wayne.”

They both stared at her in shock and Marinette slowly and cautiously raised her despicable black wings into the air. Both stared at them in awe before looking back at her, but she didn’t meet their eyes. She didn’t want to see the disgust and hatred in their eyes.

After a few moments she looked up and saw their wings greeting hers like Dick’s had. Their father’s wings were a mix of black and dark grey alternating the color in each row of feathers. The other boy’s were black at the top and slowly turned to red at the bottom. But they were welcoming her openly, so that must mean something! Well, it was time to get to know her father, she guessed.

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bitofthisandthat · 1 year

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@heedingcalls asked: “Do you think it’s too much, or can I pull it off?” Gabby and Steel

He can pull almost anything off and look like a GQ model, whether he’s in his usual formal attire or if he’s just in a pair of boxers and a tank. No matter what Steelbeak is wearing, it is always perfection. He is just as obsessed as she is about her own appearance; they must always look like an unreachable standard for everyone else....and it’s one of the most binding things about their relationship that they have in common. NEITHER would let the other go out of the penthouse into the world looking like garbage. Now, coming in after a mission where either party had been beaten, disheveled, and ripped apart, that’s another story.

But once and awhile, he puts on something...that defies explanation, and she knows it’s GOT to be strictly for a mission. It’d be something he’d never be caught dead in of his own free will, something he could even be JOKING about.

This is one of those times.

“............................”

“..........So we are doing an underwater mission, I take it?” She hopes. Because no one can see what you look like 20 fathoms below. She could say something SCATHING about this ‘uniform,’ but they are engaged to be married now, so she’s going to have to behave herself. For his sake. Because she loves him.

No...no she can’t.

“You look like a Seaworld dolphin trainer dipped in silver nail polish. I am truly sorry that I cannot withhold the truth, but it is far too painful to let you go out there and fight SHUSH idiots looking like...that. I am ripping it off of you thread by thread as soon as the mission is over.”

#heedingcalls #asks #PLATONIC & FAMILY meme!#IT'S LIKE HEAVEN TAKING THE PLACE OF SOMETHING EVIL & LETTING IT BURN OFF FROM THE RUSH || STEELBEAK x GABBY ( heedingcalls )#{ I was debating for either fluff or this....and this....won. FLUFF for the next time XD }#🗡️GABBY MCSTABBERSON 🗡️

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bitofsin · 2 years

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@heedingcalls | @heedingsins asked: ❣ ( for Gabby and Steel )

Send in ❣ for my character suddenly being joined in the bathe by yours ( meme list )

Another mission location far off from their home, but this time, they are staying a bit longer...North-central Japan is very isolated, and this mountain side hotel is perfect for disappearing out of rival agencies’ sight. Their room is deep within a built-in mountain side, screen doors like a maze, impossible for any room service to see anything they shouldn’t...and outside on the closed off patio? A ‘natural’ flat rock-filled hot spring bath (more like a small pool) with an AMAZING view of the clouds and mountains. And no way to be seen or heard.

Lissome limbs sink under the steamy, clouded spring waters of the onsen, as long lashes flutter shut for a long-anticipated rest. Ahhhhhhhh, yes. Exactly as she remembered it...it’s been so long since she was in a REAL hot spring, let alone one in her ‘homeland.’

Bare shoulders shift under the clearing waters when she hears a set of feet pad down the stone steps and stir the clouds of steam apart. Brows knit, but she doesn’t open her eyes. “Don’t even think of talking right now. Please...silence.” She can feel him slide up next to her, large palm spread over her inner thigh, caressing upwards then in, cupping gently between her legs until he’s able to pull them apart...His touch is gentle but commanding, slowly pulling her closer to him under the clear waters, with a velvety chuckle vibrating in his throat. She hums and tries to squirm off his affections, but even she knows it’s not going to end that way. Thick fingers creep along her inner thighs, as his metal beak nudges at her long neckline, nibbling and purring against the sensitive flesh.

She gives him a plaintive sigh, pretending to be annoyed that he’s interrupted her relaxation time...but large breasts crane up, immediately peaked when she feels his other hand slide under her shoulders, and traipse down her spine. She feels her tail fan out from underwater, betraying her arousal when stubborn fingers prod between quills and sink over the crest of her ass. Eyes crack open at his, her hand daintily reaching up to cup at his wattle, and tease the mass with small, delicate pulls. “Hmmmmm...I thought you were too tired for this, too.” She purrs, fingers sinking down around his chest to card through dampening feathers. Sable beak presses against steel, as her tongue slips against his.

Moaning into the kiss, she twists into his broad chest, pressing her curves against him. Water splashes loudly as her ass breaches the water to pin herself onto his lap. The switch is quick and seamless from side to front, long legs wrapping around his hips to tease his cock with her sex. Nails crawl up his chest as she presses herself flush against him, deepening the kiss with a slight rock. A desperate, ragged breath chuffs into his mouth as she devours his tongue with hers, her form rolling hard against his as her fingers dig into his chest feathers, practically yanking them from his skin.

It HAS been too long since they were isolated like this...

She feels his palms clamp on each shapely cheek of her ass, digging savagely into each half as he kisses back with equal force. Gabby groans low in her throat as she rolls her tender folds over his length, desperately trying to ride over his cock to relieve SOME of her need. She squeaks! Suddenly--she’s lifted and impaled onto his tip, a low, barreling moan from the rooster as his hands knead her hips over his cock, further and further down until she’s fully engorged by his girth...

Her voice is caught in her throat until a broken sigh escapes at last. Grey eyes clamp shut as she presses her forehead to his, rocking up and over his cock at long last, shuttering when truly feels everything. They’re at a crawling, l a z y pace at first; the peahen savoring every inch of him, the two of them groaning in unison while her folds soak and clutch around his cock. The water flows back and forth around their sex, teasing them further with gentle caresses at delicate places while their pace stays...leisurely.

She’s enjoying the lazy rhythm, humming against his neck as she lets the gentle pleasure lull her away...She doesn’t really notice as his grip on her ass begins to twitch and tighten, the rooster’s low grunt echoing against her breasts when he starts to work her over his cock a bit...faster. She mewls when he starts to pull her at a different angle, slipping her over him faster, and faster, his grunts matching each ‘thrust.’ Her sex begins to curl and throb, eyes creaking open as beak falls agape, a small sigh at each thrust is his reward. Arms tighten around his neck and shoulders as she feels him take total control--she’s still in his lap, facing him--but he is working her hips over his with a furious pace.

Clinging fiercely, she moans desperately against his cheek, letting him use her pussy for his own pleasure and release. All it does is make her more hungry, more desperate, her essence slopping over him, while his groans fill the clouded air around her. She’s already cum over his cock, unable to see straight as she feels him LOCK inside of her and pour hotly into her core... He calls out loudly, gripping her ass in surreal positions as he cums--She shutters again against his length, rolling her hip over him one more time, feeling him jerk against her for a final release.

Their breathing is too fast, slowing unevenly for a time before they slip quietly under the waters again. Lashes flutter coyly as she lays against his chest again, her voice a bit drunk: “....I told you these waters are...miraculous...hm...give it another few minutes.”

#heedingcalls #heedingsins #asks #C: Steelbeak ( heedingcalls )#IT'S LIKE HEAVEN TAKING THE PLACE OF SOMETHING EVIL & LETTING IT BURN OFF FROM THE RUSH || STEELBEAK x GABBY ( heedingcalls )#{ THis is what happens when we don't let them fuck for a LONG TIME Summer....FILTH }#🗡️GABBY MCSTABBERSON 🗡️

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Trauma Nightmares - Ben Miller (Escape Room)

I believe I will be at least one of the first people to make an x reader for this character, which is like, unacceptable. Ben is a cinnamon roll and deserves more love. Get👏🏻with👏🏻the👏🏻program👏🏻sheeple

! ! ! Spoilers for the Escape Room movies ! ! !

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(my gif)

You awoke to the sound of whimpering.

At first, your thoughts immediately went to your dog, maybe he needed to go out? But as you gained more consciousness, you realized it wasn't your dog at all.

You looked over to see your boyfriend's sleeping form in the dark, but you quickly noticed that something was wrong.

You quickly turned on your bedside lamp, illuminating Ben's face to show you his face contorted in a fearful expression, his eyes shut tightly and his fists clenching. He was whimpering and whispering words that only sounded muffled to you.

He was having another nightmare.

As soon as you saw tears streaming down his face, you gently shook him. "Ben." You said as softly as possible, caressing his face. He woke with a jolt, grabbing you by your shoulders tightly, wildly looking around the room in a panic. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay."

Ben was still tense, but his panicked look calmed when his eyes finally landed on your concerned face. He slowly released the vice grip he had on your shoulders. The tension finally being released made you want to wince, but you stayed quiet because you knew he'd feel awful about hurting you, even unintentionally.

Ben frantically ran his fingers through his tangled hair, exhaling a loud shuddering breath.

You took hold of his hand, bringing it up to place a kiss on his knuckles. "It was just a dream."

Ben frowned, "Yeah..."

It was more than just a dream. It was a memory that was even more fucked up being replicated by his subconscious every time he closed his eyes. There were nights where it wasn't so bad, but it was almost always the same...

Ben was in a large room, every inch decorated in a way that would make you think you were in a rich person's mansion. The walls covered with ornate looking wallpaper, the burning fireplace giving the gold patterns a reflective shine. It felt cramped, fancy furniture filling the room that emitted an old, sweet musk that permeated his nostrils. It might've been a cool place to hang out in, if only he wasn't trying to fight for his life.

The walls were closing in as Ben's mental timer counted down, only seconds away from getting crushed to death along with all the expensive looking and fragile furniture, pieces of splintering wood getting lodged in his skin and shards of glass from the chandelier quickly slicing flesh and making him bleed a bright red.

Ben thought he had gotten all the clues, he could've sworn the code for the door was correct. But the walls didn't stop pushing further and further in. The doors wouldn't open. There was no escape. He could never escape...

But he did. He did escape that wretched Minos building and he was here with you, the sweet scent of your freshly washed hair relaxed him more than you could ever know. Just you sitting with him was enough most of the time, he appreciated you so much.

Ben allowed his eyes to close when he felt your soft skin against his, gently running your thumb across his knuckles. Sometimes he wondered if you were an actual angel sent down to help him overcome his PTSD, it felt like it in moments like these.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You voiced softly.

Ben slightly shook his head. "It's the same as always. There would be no point."

You noticed the sweat stains on his shirt and came up with an idea. "How about I run you a hot bath?"

Ben looked at you. "Why?"

You offered a small smile. "It'll help soothe you." And without another word, you pushed your duvet off and stood on the cool carpet, walking to the joint bathroom without waiting for an answer from Ben.

You turned the valve almost all the way to the left, got water soon flowing out of the faucet and quickly filling up the tub. You stepped back into the room to see Ben blankly staring off into space, most likely thinking about his dream over and over again like he usually does.

You didn't understand what he was going through, because you were never in that type of situation. You were never trapped in those escape rooms, and you hoped you never would. The way Ben described it to you, you wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy. You wished you knew exactly what he needed, but alas, you weren't a psychologist and you felt helpless when it came to his nightmares/flashbacks. But you did research soothing techniques for people with PTSD, and it helped some.

Whenever Ben had a horrible nightmare and couldn't escape his own head, he'd allow you to take the lead and you'd try your best to help calm his mind. And tonight, it was a hot bath.

You lead Ben into the bathroom like a toddler, gently undressing him and slowly easing him down to sit in the tub. You smiled softly when you heard him let out a sigh, the hot water feeling like heaven against his skin. But he didn't have to say anything to let you know he wanted you to sit with him, his big green puppy dog eyes were practically begging you.

You quickly undressed, not as gracefully as you undressed Ben, but you soon placed yourself to sit behind him. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and he instinctually relaxed against you, your warm skin proving to be more soothing than the hot water that engulfed the two of you.

You soon entangled your fingers in Ben's long, blonde locks, gently working out the knots from his bedhead and massaging his scalp. You smiled softly when you heard him let out a whiny sigh, feeling the muscles in his back finally untensing in your embrace.

"I hate these fuckin' goddamn nightmares..." Ben voiced.

"I know." You frowned, giving a soft kiss to his shoulder. "I know...I wish I could do more to help you."

Ben turned his head to look at you. "Hey..." He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. "Just being here, with me, is more than enough. I honestly don't think I'd be able to keep my sanity if it weren't for you."

You gently shook your head. "You're strong, Ben. You would be okay."

Ben frowned, turning his head back to stare forward. "I'm not as strong as you think I am."

"You are strong. I wouldn't even survive the stress of a situation like that."

"You'd never know until you were in that place. That was the whole point of that goddamn murder maze. Seeing what someone is capable of when their life is on the line." He huffed, tensing once again at the thought of being back at Minos.

You hugged him tighter, laying your head on his shoulder. "You won't have to deal with that evil place ever again, okay? You're safe now."

Ben chuckled bitterly. "Zoey wants me to fly to Manhattan with her, to try and take down Minos. I don't the universe has much safety in store for me any time soon."

"Ben, I thought we talked about this. You don't have to feel obligated to go with Zoey when you want to move on. It's not your fault if she's still stuck there."

"She saved my life. I owe her everything."

You sighed, you knew you couldn't talk him out of it. Now, life debts, you could understand well enough. Zoey was a sweet girl, a bit intense, but for a good reason. If Ben was going to help her take down Minos, you wanted to help too.

"I'm going with you."

Ben's eyes widened, quickly shaking his head, turning around in the tub to face you. "No. No, you can't. It's too dangerous. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

"And I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something bad happened to you. If you're going, I'm going too, and you can't talk me out of it."

"Y/n..."

"I love you, Ben. And I'll be damned if I don't do anything I can to help you." You finally snapped.

Ben blushed, his lip trembling slightly as tears built up his in eyes once again. "I don't want you to go through what I had to. Minos is run by psychopaths and they'll do anything to people for money. I just want you to be safe, at any cost...I've never felt that way about someone before..."

You smiled softly, leaning towards him and placing your hands on his cheeks before fully connecting your lips with his. "As long as we're together," You started once you pulled away, "I believe we'll be okay."

Ben finally nodded, enveloping you in a tight hug and releasing a shaky sigh. "I hope so..."

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Ben is my boy, he is very precious so me😊

#Escape Room #Escape Room 2019 #Ben Miller #ben miller x reader #ben miller imagine

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader Rating: T for teen for mild language. Later entries in the series will be more mature though, just a heads up Warnings: None this chapter. There will probably be canon typical violence/blood mentioned or referenced in future chapters though, cuz, ya know, vampire ladies? Notes: No beta reader, we die like Ethan Winters’ hands (repeatedly, and with odd frequency)

Chapter 1: Nocturne

Of all the tasks assigned to you, none were as bittersweet as that of dusting Lady Dimitrescu’s piano. Years ago, before you had been shuffled off to a remote European village, before you had been roughly snatched from your home, before… this, you had been taught to play music. From a young age it brought you comfort, entertained you on quiet days, and even made you your fair share of friends. Though you had experimented with a handful of instruments, none felt more natural than piano. Leaving your family’s heirloom piano behind was one of the hardest things you had ever had to do.

Until you arrived at Castle Dimitrescu, at least. Sweat often dropped off your brow as you spent endless hours scrubbing floors, carrying baskets of clothes or mysterious parcels of meat up and down flights of stairs, rushing to and fro rooms across the estate. Physical labor was no stranger to you, but no employer had ever been as demanding as those you now served. Hence part of why you always breathed a sigh of relief when you were chosen to dust the piano. It was hardly a demanding task, even when you had to take care not to accidentally let the keys make any noise. No one was allowed to play it without permission (and that was never given).

Which brought you an aching sensation at the core of your chest, balled up alongside past regrets, a hundred million thoughts of alternative realities where you didn’t hurt so much. There was no point in imagining what choices might have saved you from your fate… and yet you did so anyway. Sometimes you thought about barricading yourself in the room, just so you could play a couple songs, even if it would guarantee you a painful death. But you could never bring yourself to willingly disobey Lady Dimitrescu; not when you had heard the wails and screams of Maidens a few floors below.

Yes, you would never willingly, knowingly do such. That wasn’t to say you were incapable of mistakes. No, you weren’t that fortunate. It was such a simple error, really, just a misjudgment of the cloth held between your fingers. Your hand slipped. That was all. But that slip led to an accidental press of a key- f#, if you heard right- that sounded throughout the room with damning clarity. Just like that, you felt the pitiful thing you called life shatter to pieces on the floor. Inside your chest your heart started to pound, a metronome speeding this performance along to its end.

Had you not been paralyzed with dread, you might have accepted your fate with enough grace to sit down, play those last few tunes like you had daydreamed about so many times. But you didn’t, couldn’t. All you felt you could do was strain your ears and listen for the impending sounds of angry footsteps.

Instead your concentration was interrupted by a door flying open, hitting the wall with a slam you knew would leave a dent, as a swarm of insects burst in. Nearly jumping out of your skin you put a hand to your chest, half expecting not to feel a heartbeat anymore. The rhythm was off, for sure, and it skipped a beat when the swarm surged together to form a somewhat familiar figure: Daniela Dimitrescu. Leaning against the piano, one hand bracing against it, the woman pretended to examine her sickle, idly twisting it back and forth in her hand. When she spoke, she didn’t even bother to glance in your direction.

“I never understood why mother dedicated a whole room to this,” she muses, casually inclining her head towards the piano. “It’s not like any of our instructors lasted very long. Why not let this gather dust with the rest of the useless junk somewhere upstairs?” There’s a pause, and for a moment you mentally debate whether or not you’re supposed to respond. Apparently not, as Daniela soon turns to you and speaks more directly, which is grand, really, as your tongue felt as if it was glued to the roof of your mouth. “Maybe she knew someday someone would come along to serenade us. And you clearly know how to play, otherwise you wouldn’t have dared to make a sound.”

Stepping forward, she extends a gloved hand, cupping your chin so gently that you almost couldn’t feel her touch. Her gaze, however, was dangerously intense, unblinking, and filled with far less joy than her grin would suggest. The touch lasts only a few seconds. Just long enough to leave you shaking with anticipation. Daniela’s toothy smile only widens as she backs up, keeping her eyes on you even as she reclines into a chair in the corner of the room. You almost wished she would just get it over with and kill you. Whatever she had in mind would be worse in the end, yes?

“Well? Aren’t you going to play for me? Show me how much you love me? I don’t have all night,” Daniela says expectantly. She’s relaxed fully, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, spine pressed up against the back of the chair, but she hasn’t set her sickle down. There’s a clear threat in the way she holds it, grip tight enough to let you know that she’s still ready (and itching) to use it.

You couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be acting differently if she knew that you did, in fact, know how to play. Was this just a teasing start to your punishment? Or was there a part of her genuinely interested in hearing music? Obviously you hoped for the latter. Hell, you practically prayed for it as you slowly pulled out the piano bench, awkwardly sat down, and urged your body to remember a song. What genre would a vampire from the 1950’s even enjoy? All you knew were bits and pieces of a few classics, a couple chord progressions from early 2000’s hits, and a handful of songs you had written yourself.

There wasn’t much time to ponder, not with Daniela’s gaze burning a whole in the side of your head. So you simply pressed your fingers to the keys, took a deep breath, and let muscle memory take over. Your eyes became half lidded as you started to play, hardly paying attention to what you were doing. It felt like a single glance at your captor would result in the worst case of stage fright known to mankind. Instead you focused on the piano’s wooden frame, and the many grain marks twisting within.

All the while your fingers glided over the keys, delicately pressing here and there, starting with something simple. Little more than a chord on your left hand, followed with a few short notes on your right, repeating in different places up and down the scale. It was almost a test, a gentle showing to see what Daniela would do. You still refused to look at her, even when you heard what sounded like a bored sigh. A knot tied itself in your stomach, and you gulped, before you shifted mental gears. Evidently “soft and simple” wasn’t going to cut it. Hopefully you could please one Lady without earning the ire of any of the others.

So you paused, letting the notes suspend in the air for a moment, and came back swinging. The kiddy gloves were off, abandoned on the floor with your sense of caution. Grander things came back to mind as your fingers danced atop the keys, stretching chords and melodies alongside each other, the best of what you recalled pouring out of you without a sign of stopping. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Daniela sit up, paying more attention then she had at the start. Confidence found itself growing at the center of your chest, and it managed to turn your lips up into a smile. How long had it been since you had been able to perform like this? Years? A decade, even? You didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

Minutes passed by like this, with your hands moving constantly, even as your gaze never shifted. It was heaven channeled on Earth. Whatever was to come after, death or dismemberment, you couldn’t care less. Let them take your blood, your life. They could never take this music from your mind, from your memories, or the joy it inspired in you. If you were to die soon, at least you had been given one last soliloquy.

Eventually the song had to end. It was a bitter moment, one you dreaded for its followup, but otherwise would have found pride in. After all, you were evidently the first maiden to give a performance (at least of this variety) to one of the Dimitrescu sisters! Certainly that was an accomplishment? Maybe your brain would let you celebrate later… assuming you survived. Daniela had stayed quiet since her earlier sigh, letting you play on without interruption thus far. Now that the song was over you didn’t know what to expect. Knowing Daniela, or at least knowing the rumors surrounding you, it was hard to imagine that anything you could expect would be accurate.

“How long have you been hiding this little talent of yours?” She coos, clapping her hands together with a short giggle. So far so good, you thought, clinging desperately to hope. Once more she rose to her feet, moving so smoothly she might as well have been gliding, and ended up by your side. This time her hand rested on your shoulder, putting enough pressure to keep you from moving. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, that would simply be too… precious.” With that said her hand trails along your shoulder, across your collarbone, up your neck, then rests for a moment on your cheek. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, which only encourages Daniela, and she tucks a strand of your hair behind her ear.

Before she can say more, or you could even attempt to form words, there’s the faint sound of someone yelling in the distance. A name, you think, although it’s not loud enough for you to make out who’s being called. The answer becomes evident soon enough, however, as Daniela pulls back from you suddenly, smile trading out for a scowl. Some part of you instantly misses her touch, leaving the rest of you confused more than anything.

“Get back to your work, then,” Daniela says, roughly, the playfulness in her voice now entirely absent. It was such a sudden change in demeanor that you didn’t know how to react. Thankfully her eyes were no longer on you, and she was already moving towards the door. Had you really managed to play your way out of a punishment? You knew for a fact that at least one other maiden had lost her life for making the same mistake you did, yet now Daniela looks ready to leave without so much as a slap on the wrist. But she does pause in the doorway, as if reading your thoughts, and throws you a look over her shoulder. Her eyes narrow for a split second before she gives you one last wicked grin. “Don’t worry, sweet thing, I won’t forget you anytime soon.”

Just like that she was gone, into a cloud of insects, out the door and into the corridor beyond. The tension in the room had left, you could finally breathe easy… and yet still your mind was racing. Those words she had left you with- were they a threat? Or a promise of something softer? Only time would tell.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #the reader's gender isn't explicitly stated here #but is implied to be female cuz of that whole maiden thing #i might split up future chapters based on idk how to word it #version with dick and version without dick #2 for the price of 1 #for smut reasons obviously #i aint into that whole sex thing #but i have no qualms writing it lol

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Puppy Girl | 18+

pairings: dabi [ touya todoroki ] x female! reader.

summary: dabi takes his puppy whore for a walk.

warnings: pet play, public, humiliation, dubcon, sex toys.

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It was starting to become a recurring event. He had promised you it would be a one-time thing but lately, he was pulling you to the park naked with him every other week.

It was a simple bargain the first time. You listen to him and indulge in his deranged, lewd fantasies and he lets you live without a dog collar attached to your neck for a week.

You were hesitant but the thought of being able to live as a decent human being with at least a small amount of respect even if it was just for a week; was tempting.

Soon it became a currency. Months after months you’d spend your one day with him, totally humiliated and degraded just for the rest of the week to go by a little easy, and every time he would push your limits even further.

The very first time he took you outside with a leash attached to the collar around your neck was appalling. You were terrified, there was no speck of arousal within you. Dabi had guaranteed you’d find it hot, you just didn’t know before because you had never tried it. But honestly, showcasing your sexual adventures to the world was surely not your kink. It was his kink though, and you didn’t have a choice.

You and Dabi didn’t have the most organic relationship, if it weren’t for the fact that he had brought you to his home with a blindfold and zip lockers around your wrists, you could have at least tried to talk to him about this. You were just his pet. His cute, little, stupid puppy, too dumb to think for herself. No wonder you got caught by him.

After the Hero-dominated society fell and Shigaraki took over, Dabi was quick to find you and take you away as his little captive. It made many headlines; Previously a brave Hero, now a slave to the evil Dabi.

You never read them though, he wouldn’t allow you any communication with the outside world. It was just the two of you.

“Da-Touya please, I don’t want to go out like this,” he insisted you’d call him Touya, it was a beautiful name- his real name. It still shocked you, Dabi was the first son of Endeavour. The universe sure had its ways.

“What’s wrong doll? You look pretty,” his slender fingers caressed your face. He was admiring your form; naked beside the pretty bondage belts wrapping your body, the nipple clamps pinching your hardened buds, the vibrator pushed deep within your cunt, vibrating at such a painfully dull pace, and the pretty tail butt plug buried deep in your asshole.

With a pair of dog ears fitted over your head along with black thigh-highs decorating your legs, you looked perfect to him; ready to fuck, he dolled up his fucktoy beautifully.

“I don’t want to walk out like this,” you whined. He told you he was going to take his dog out of a walk earlier that day, stupid for you to expect it would be an actual dog.

“You don’t get to decide that, puppy,” he whispers, his nose touching yours his hands pet your head as you are an actual dog.

“Just be good for me, like a good girl,” his voice drops, his tone gets deeper and serious. “Or do you want to get punished? I’ll send you to the timeout room,”

You freeze at the mention, you still remember the day as clear as yesterday. You were acting up, getting moody, and crying. Pushing him away and screaming at him, Dabi had the patience for a while, and then, later as punishment he let a nomu twice your size fuck you, destroy you. It was still fresh in your memories.

“No, please-”

“Good girl.” he praises, kissing your lips lightly before tugging on your leash. He looks back at you one last time, watching your feet wobble as you try to walk with both your holes tightly stuffed. It was cute, he liked watching you suffer.

His eyes roamed your figure, stopping at your thighs. He could never understand why but those stockings which you wore got him going.

Shigaraki had suggested he should put those on you, he was reluctant at first knowing that his boss is far worse than him but in the end, he took the advice. And, God, he does not regret it.

“C’mon cutie, walk faster.” he tugged on your leash again and you almost fell over, the vibe hitting a deep spot within you. You cry, drool escaping past your lips. “At this rate, we’ll reach the park after sunrise. Do you want everyone to see you like this?”

It was currently 3 A.M. Too early or late for anyone to be outside their houses, it was the perfect time for Dabi to his whore out for a walk.

“We are going to be walking?” you ask in shock, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to make till there without blacking out. “Yes, we are puppy.” he hummed and with a smirk, he pulled on your leash again.

The walk to the park wasn’t long, barely five minutes but since you were dressed like a slut- no. Not even a whore would let a man do this to her, even a whore would have more dignity than you. You stumbled, the vibrations turning extreme as Dabi messed with the controller.

“Keep walking,” he commanded.

“If you fall, I'm not letting you up. You’ll have to walk on all fours like the bitch you are,” Rude remarks from Dabi were nothing uncommon, he lived to degrade you but what haunted you was the way he said them.

He did not hide how he felt, his face displaying his exact expression. He was always smirking or smiling while talking down to you, he thought it was funny. The ever-persistent smirk still lasted on his face as he watched you try your best not to fall with the vibe fucking your cunt unforgivingly.

You follow behind him, your thighs pressed together trying to ride out the overwhelming pleasure. Dabi hums the tune of some familiar song that you can’t figure out in your current state.

Your clench around the butt plug, the stretch still burning in your rear. Moans and whimpers fill the silent night as you lose yourself, the air is warm. It’s summer still, everything around you is silent and dark.

“You might want to keep your voice down.” Dabi starts, his eyes scan a bench. He’s thinking of fucking you on it. Despite the countless times both of you have gone out like this, Dabi has asked for nothing more than a blowjob. But today, he is feeling brave, and besides, your moaning, whimpering, and those cuteass ears and tail have got him going.

“What if someone sees you here like this, do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are? Walking around naked at a park like this, do you want them to know you have no shame?”

Instead of answering you cry. You cry while cumming, the overwhelming pressure which kept building in your abdomen finally bursting. Dabi looks back at you, disappointment was written all over his face. He watches your juices drip down your thighs as you lewdly moan. He clicks his tongue,

“Didn’t I tell you something about cumming without my permission?” He did, a long time ago. You don’t even remember, “‘m sorry,” you cry in a small voice. He glares at you, his blue eyes dancing with furious flames.

You feel small under his stare, “That’s no good.” He growls

In a swift motion, he pulls your leash, dragging you next to him. He pushes you on the bench, your naked body hits the slightly cooler seat making you shiver. Dabi feels his jeans tighten when he watches you fall on the bench, displaying your pretty ass to him. Your cute, little tail sticks out between your ass making him groan.

You turn your head around to Dabi and see him staring at your ass. Taking this as your chance you quickly apologize.

“I’m so sorry, Touya. I didn- Ah” you get cut off with a slap to your ass. “Dogs don’t talk. Bark for me,”

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, was he serious? By the look of his face, you could tell he was joking, but there was no way you were actually going to bark for him. Another slap falls behind you shutting you up.

“Bark.” His voice dark, filled with authority and dominance does make you feel like his little. A tingle of pleasure travels down your spine and in a weak, timid voice you start barking for him. Your cries are quiet and soft, you don’t want to be heard by anyone and the last shreds of your dignity don’t let you raise your voice any higher.

“What’s that? Are you a puppy? Quit barking like a girl,” Dabi scoffs at his own joke.

You feel the buzz come back, the vibration which had paused singing back to life. You squirm on the desk, the position you stayed propped against the wooden seat uncomfortable.

Dabi picks you up and places you on his lap, his lips pressing against your neck leaving butterfly kisses and his hands wrapped around your waist he makes you sit through your second orgasm.

“These look needy,” his finger inches towards your hardened nipples clamped between the metal. They stand stiff and ready to be played with. He rubs over the buds causing you to moan out loud. Dabi chuckles.

“Keep barking, baby. You’re a greedy, little puppy with an even greedier, little cunt.” He chuckles in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe.

You feel yourself reaching closer, the vibe resting tightly clenched between your velvety walls brings you towards your edge.

“You close, baby?” he pets over your head while his hand travels down your navel. He cups your pussy, his fingers playing with your slit.

“Woof.”

He laughs, he is not oblivious to the fact about how pathetic this makes both of you look but he

can’t help it.

It makes his dick hard.

His fingers graze along your dripping cunt before settling on your stiff, little pearl. He flicks your cute clit and you cry. Your insides clenching and your mind going crazy, Dabi keeps rubbing onto your clit until you cum.

You let out a loud moan as you feel slick running down your legs. The pressure finally bursts and you see heaven. Dabi still holds you close to him, wrapping his arms around you dearly.

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed me, puppy?” he rasps in your ear and you freeze. The state of ecstasy that you had found yourself in, finally fading away. You open your mouth to speak but Dabi shuts you up by shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“You’re being a little bratty these days, it’s time we let you in ‘timeout’, right?”

Your face pales and stomach.

You cry for forgiveness hoping Dabi would reconsider but we all know, he doesn’t give second chances.

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knivescharade · 3 years

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时尚芭莎 Harper’s Bazaar | Xiao Zhan Wang Yibo: Ask not of whence we came, but where we will go

Xiao Zhan

White t-shirt, brown knit turtleneck, black wool sweater with zipper – Prada

Black trousers – Lanvin

Wang Yibo

Floral short-sleeved shirt – All Saints

White cowboy jacket – JTKZHENG

<The Untamed> is Xiao Zhan’s first time filming at “Heng Country” (i.e. Hengdian World Studios), and it is also Wang Yibo’s first time filming an ancient drama. Just how much charm does the <The Untamed> have to earn both young actors’ first times? #Harper’sBazaar# #XiaoZhanWangYibospecialedition, let’s talk about their first times, and their stories of youths in the jianghu~

Xiao Zhan

Black open shirt – Uma Wang

Black agate gourd necklace – Qeelin

Wang Yibo

Black shirt – Heaven Gaia

Black long-sleeved shirt – Yohji Yamamoto

Black leather belt – model’s own

Xiao Zhan - A smiling journey between worlds

Xiao Zhan somewhat “dislikes” Wei Wuxian’s propensity for crying, and he spent the entire filming period with constantly reddened eyes. Those few months of filming, from Hengdian to Guizhou. Xiao Zhan has finally said goodbye to Wei Wuxian, and advises him, “Wei Wuxian, don’t pretend to be strong anymore, take good care of yourself.”

The image of Wei Wuxian, in Xiao Zhan’s mind, is that of a “very naughty teenager.” Despite experiencing so much hardship, Wei Wuxian is still able to maintain his cheerful demeanour. There are lots of times where we have to face something we do not want to face – and that is the only way we can become stronger. “That is growth,” Xiao Zhan says.

In the show, Wei Wuxian chose to face life with his emotions bared, smiling and scolding as he goes. Xiao Zhan has discussed this with the screenwriters – how can a person who has undergone so much misfortune still be able to smile? And finally, Xiao Zhan found the character’s foundation: “Wei Wuxian’s temperament is a kind one, an optimistic one. A temperament like that would not change, no matter how the story progressed.”

Black jacket – Sean Suen

Black wide-legged trousers – Yohji Yamamoto

Xiao Zhan’s favourite scenes were during Wei Wuxian’s growing years in Lotus Pier – he feels that it is a warm and caring place. The motto of Lotus Pier’s Jiang Clan is “To attempt the impossible.” “So, within that broad expanse of what is morally right, you are free to grow in however way you want.” Xiao Zhan explains.

It was love, and its support, that allowed Wei Wuxian to experience the drastic changes in his life without turning evil. Xiao Zhan says, “Wei Wuxian’s upbringing at Lotus Pier instilled a correct set of values in him.”

To Xiao Zhan, Lan Wangji is “principled and calm, a person who talks little but burns with feelings inside.” As for his first time working with Wang Yibo, Xiao Zhan is full of praises, “It was quite easy to get into character, acting with him. When I first met Wang Yibo, I felt like this person has a sort of cold aura to him, a sense of distance. That sense of strangers, do not interact – Lan Wangji is like that.”

The “reunion” between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, sixteen years later, is the climax of the entire show. They filmed that scene from 8pm at night to 4am the next morning, Xiao Zhan remembers. The scene had very high requirements of the actors’ emotions, and the camera angle, blocking, and aesthetic of the scenes had to be coordinated perfectly. “It took quite a while.” Xiao Zhan says.

<The Untamed> is Xiao Zhan’s first time filming at “Heng Country”. “It lives up to its name – it has everything. I can take two steps and bump into a friend!” Xiao Zhan comments with surprise.

During break times between scenes, the young adults of the cast would gather round to play games. Wang Yibo, the gaming aficionado, often scorns Xiao Zhan’s not-so-good gaming skills. “I just feel that, is there a need to be so serious about entertaining fun.” He is of the opinion that everyone having a good time is enough for him.

“I would like to try acting as a charming, black-hearted villain.” Xiao Zhan replies earnestly, when asked what other kind of role he would like to try. He hopes to portray a character who has a personality completely opposite of his, in the future.

Black high-collared shirt – Calvin Klein Jeans

Black wool sweater – Acne Studios

BAZAAR X Xiao Zhan

Q: What is something you most want to say to Wei Wuxian?

A: Stop pretending to be so strong, take good care of yourself and your loved ones.

Q: Of the whole filming period, what is something unforgettable that you may, perhaps, remember for the rest of your life?

A: There was one scene that required filming in the water, a manmade lake, made by the crewmembers. The initial plan was to film that scene right after shooting commenced. During then, the weather still wasn’t very cold, and the water was very clean, but we ended up dragging it out for about one or two months before we finally shot it. By then, the weather had gotten cold, and the water had gotten not-so-clean, and I had to submerge my whole body into it, including my head. It was truly unforgettable.

Q: Looking back at the entire drama shoot, which scene are you most satisfied with? And why?

A: I’m pretty satisfied with the emotional scenes I did. But I have the impression that, filming this show, I basically kept filming crying scenes, crying and sobbing my way through. I’m also not sure why Wei Wuxian likes to cry so much?

Wang Yibo - The passion within an aloof teenager

His first time acting in an ancient drama, Wang Yibo had not expected it to be so difficult. The sweltering World Studios, the unnatural headpiece. He is much like Lan Wangji, a cold, wordless exterior hiding a burning, passionate heart. Wang Yibo’s comment on his portrayal of Lan Wangji, after filming ended, “You’re rather handsome.”

<The Untamed> is Wang Yibo’s first time filming an ancient drama. Under the sweltering heat of Hengdian, he experienced his first headpiece. During the performance, the headpiece pulls forcefully on the actors’ scalps, making the facial muscles rather tight. As a result, actors require a lot more control of their facial muscles to portray the required movements and expressions. “That’s why they say ancient dramas are more tiring,” Wang Yibo concludes.

Wang Yibo had to perform with layers and layers of costumes on him, despite the heat of the Hengdian summer. Though the robes he wore in the show appear elegant, they are still long draping robes, no matter how light and breathable the fabric is. Luckily, Lan Wangji doesn’t have a lot of lines. “No lines, so I didn’t need to memorize anything. But I had a lot of fight scenes.”

Grey high-necked shirt – Undercover

Grey half-skirt – 上下

Lan Wangji experienced three stages of his life in the drama. In Wang Yibo’s opinion, interpreting the older Lan Wangji was indeed difficult. But teenage Lan Wangji was what Wang Yibo anticipated the most.

It took Wang Yibo many tries before he grasped the real Lan Wangji, at the start of filming. “He has a deadpan face, but his mind is confident and planned out. His gaze had to be very firm. I didn’t grasp that at the very beginning, so it felt a bit like he’s sleepy.” Wang Yibo describes how he appeared at the start of filming. After some guidance from the director, Wang Yibo immediately altered his portrayal, and his gaze livened up.

In the show, Lan Wangji grew up in a strict, stern household. Solemn and dignified for his young age, he felt that “some things should be done properly,” until he met Wei Wuxian. It was this “mischievous but earnest” person who opened the doors to a new world for Lan Wangji. “It was Wei Wuxian’s appearance that changed Lan Wangji’s views.”

Wang Yibo, like Lan Wangji, is not a person who likes to talk. Despite his speechlessness, Lan Wangji is very confident in the things he is skilled at, and Wang Yibo is similar as well. In order to approach Lan Wangji’s body appearance, Wang Yibo lost a lot of weight, and his gaze grew calm and cold.

Once he puts on the robes of Lan Wangji, sunny, cheerful Wang Yibo turns into that silent and reserved youth, who has a mind and logic of his own.

White high-collared shirt – Allen Xie

White knit wool sweater – Short Sentence

BAZAAR X Wang Yibo

Q: What is something you most want to say to Lan Wangji?

A: You’re rather handsome.

Q: Of the whole filming period, what is something unforgettable that you may, perhaps, remember for the rest of your life?

A: Something unforgettable that I may remember for the rest of my life… I guess it’s that smoke cake. Once we set it off, it feels like you can’t see anyone more than one metre away from you, that kind of scene.

Q: Looking back at the entire drama shoot, which scene are you most satisfied with? And why?

A: The fight scenes were quite alright. As for a particular scene, let me think… When I first appeared, when Wei Wuxian first went to the Cloud Recesses. I think Lan Wangji’s coldness there was quite alright.

[Source: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/Lb7qRH5DIp47ICFLV17AXg]

- translated by knivescharade -

#bjyx #yizhan #the untamed #xiao zhan #wang yibo #harper's bazaar #陈情令 #all translation mistakes are my own #thanks rainbowsky and whitelilyx for replying to my post

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sketching-shark · 3 years

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Monkie kid fandom: o well macaques a morally grey character he’s got a traumatic past and Sun Wukongs so mean and evil for leaving him

Reality: Macaque is literally ment to the representative of Sun Wukongs EVIL side and having a “traumatic past” doesn’t justify literally trying to kill people who had nothing to do with it he also traumatised Mk because he can and because he’s connected to Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong choose to change his ways macaque just decided “you no what am going to kill this monk because he’s connected to somebody who left me.” I don’t understand how people try so hard to Villainise Sun Wukong when’s he’s literally ment to be one of the first ever superheroes.

Haha oh geez that is how it often feels.

Like at this point there does seem to be something of an effort to make Sun Wukong look bad in order to absolve Macaque of a lot of wrong-doing...But as you mentioned, besides it being the case that the Six-Eared Macaque was originally made to function as a representative and/or living embodiment of Sun Wukong's anger and violent tendencies (hence why Sun Wukong's a lot less prone to sudden acts of violence after he kills the six-eared simian in JTTW), given all the murder attempts and manipulation and literal acts of kidnapping/brainwashing/mind control he's committed in the lego monkey show, personally I feel like the dude is pretty much as viciously jealous & as willing to throw people under the bus to achieve his aims as he is in Journey to the West.

Like I know that Monkie Kid diverges from JTTW in a number of ways (a big change being that Sun Wukong had beat up a lot of demons instead of smashing them into meat patties lol), but one of the things that does feel like it's being lost in translation, as it were, is that the Six Ear Macaque was a villain not just because he beat up the Tang Monk, but because he wanted to take over Sun Wukong's entire life and identity so he could have all that glory and prestige for himself. To quote the macaque himself from the Anthony C. Yu translation, "I struck the T'ang monk and I took the luggage...precisely because I want to go to the West all by myself to ask Buddha for the scriptures. When I deliver them to the Land of the East, it will be my success and no one else's. Those people of the South Jambudvipa Continent will honor me then as their patriarch and my fame will last for all posterity." And in order to do this, the Six Eared Macaque had apparently made Sun Wukong's "little ones," his monkey family, his captives through either trickery or force, and gotten a number of them to take on the appearance of Tang Sanzang and the other pilgrims. It's also made clear that in direct contrast to Sun Wukong he doesn't care about these monkeys beyond how they might serve him, given that after Sha Wujing kills the monkey posing as him the Six Eared Macaque not only all but immediately replaces him with another, but also "told his little ones to have the dead monkey skinned. Then his meat was taken to be fried and served as food along with coconut and grape wines." So this monkey is not only willing to risk the lives of a lot of other monkeys for his own benefit, but is also a literal cannibal.

In Monkie Kid (at least according to Macaque, who is an unreliable narrator at best), he had been best of friends with Sun Wukong before Sun Wukong presumably went off to live in Heaven & abandoned all of his friends on Earth. And it is true that in Journey to the West, Sun Wukong had spent over a century of earthly years in heaven just enjoying himself before he gets into trouble by ruining the Immortal Peach Banquet and heading back down to his yaoguai kingdom. So in that regard, Macaque does have justification to hate Sun Wukong for having brought heaven's army to their mountain (of course you could say that starting a war over one banquet is a bit of an overreaction but that's a conversation for another day). What this does omit, however, is that the main reason Sun Wukong went to heaven in the first place is to see if he could get all of his monkeys to live up there, that he had spent centuries fortifying Flower Fruit Mountain from any and all threats beforehand, and that he brings back a bounty of immortality-granting wine, which all the monkeys eagerly drink. And perhaps most importantly, in the following war with heaven itself all of the assembled yaoguai were behind Sun Wukong 100%. He had already done so much for them, and they had already heard about how their great king was made to serve as a stable hand in heaven, and so got some sense of how little the heavens thought of them. This isn't to say that the Six Eared Macaque doesn't have reason to be mad at Sun Wukong or that the Monkey King doesn't share a lot of the blame for the events that led to the burning of Flower Fruit Mountain, but rather to say that all the assembled yaoguai weren't dragged into this war kicking and screaming. They seem to have regarded it as much as a power struggle with great potential rewards and which they could win as much as Sun Wukong did.

But going back to this version of the Six Eared Macaque, I find him interesting because I read him not as morally grey but rather as this frightening, somewhat tragic figure who's jealously of and resentment against Sun Wukong seems to have festered and grown to the point where it's become the sole defining feature of his life; like he's just gone from wanting to literally be Sun Wukong to wanting revenge against the Monkey King, and in all his centuries of living he hasn't allowed anything else to shape his life. After 500 years of apparently not really doing anything, after Sun Wukong made a reappearance Macaque just seem to be targeting anyone and anything that he thinks will let him hurt Sun Wukong, no matter the cost to others or to himself. It's like he was put into the role of Sun Wukong's doppelganger/shadow/evil clone, and he's now hellbent on staying in that position, no matter how much it hurts him or holds him back from cultivating his own individuality or his own story because that's the only way he feels he gain back his past power and/or stay connected to the Monkey King. There is something really tragic about a character who feels so damaged by and/or is so obsessed with the past that they stay in this stagnant position where they never even attempt to try something different from their destructive and self-damaging behavior, but that's precisely what makes Macaque a good villain as well. Besides being a clever and calculating villain, he never developed a sense of morality like Sun Wukong, he still treats everyone around him like tools, and his self-righteousness gives him "permission" to be a relentless monster to MK, all of MK's loved ones, and Sun Wukong himself. I know it's pretty common in media these days to start a villain down the path of redemption & into the bosom of team good guy by having them be hurt by an even worse villain, but personally I would love to see a story arc where Macaque actually has a realization of how horrible his behavior has been and to feel genuine remorse for it (maybe brought about by the violence he's likely suffering at the hands of the Lady Bone Demon, in a kind of "hey being manipulated and hurt for the benefit of others actually sucks oh no I can't believe I thought it was okay when I did it"), but then also has to face the consequence of his former student and former best friend (actually likely the entire monkie crew given the whole kidnapping/brainwashing/mind-controlling thing) never wanting anything to do with him again & cutting him out of their lives completely. I think he could still change for the better under such a scenario, but the seriousness of his bad actions shouldn't be swept under the rug.

In conclusion, I think a "redemption without forgiveness" story line could work really well for Monkie Kid's version of the Six-Eared Macaque in a kind of "you can't just do horrible things and then cry about your past like that somehow makes it okay" way, and smh at the Monkie Kid fandom for all the work put into giving Sun Wukong and only Sun Wukong flak for his and Macaque's fight.

Like if you have to demonize the Monkey King, at least go after him for having been a warlord.

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