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syrma-sensei · 1 year

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→ Different World, Different Words.

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pairing: soldier boy x fem!reader.

rating: explicit.

warning: soldier boy pov, ben's being a fluffy yet dirty bastard, ben's being smitten with you, domestic fluff, dirty talk, fingering, size kink if you squint, swearing a lot of swearing, doesn't necessarily follow the canon plotline.

word count: 866.

summary: ben's trying to fit in this fucked-up, new world.

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“So it means a pussy.”

“For the millionth time, Ben, No!”

He shakes his head, unconvinced, “A man who does the most motherfucking cringey stuff to impress a chick. In my times we were used to call him a pussy.”

Ben puts the dish he just rinsed in the drying rack then takes the plate full of soap she just washed. The topic of modern slang was brought up at the dinner table a few minutes ago, when Ben was trying to literally impress her how adaptive and quick he is.

This time she's the one to shake her head, biting adorably on her lower lip, “Well, yeah but—” She snaps her head to the side to look at him. He's huge compared to her, almost covering the entire sink with his figure. A wide smile on her face, “Wait a minute, did you just say cringey.”

“Yeah, so?” He glances at her from the corner of his green eyes. He could've sworn he saw pride in her eyes. His heart skips.

“Where did you learn that from?” She asks teasingly, proceeding with doing the rest of the dishes.

“Urban dictionary.” She makes a snoring sound, and his eyebrows knit in confusion, “What? That whining cum-guzzler told me about it.”

She wiggles her eyebrows, lips puckering up amusedly, and he feels wildly tempted to crash them with his lips.

“Oh, poor Hughie, must've been fed up with your pussy this and pussy that.” She lets out a giggle, “Can't blame him tho. The things come out of that tongue of yours can be so gross sometimes.”

“Diffrent times, different words.” He says, “Still don't make sense to me.”

Ben then raises an eyebrow, watching her drying her hands with a towel when she's done, he follows her when he is too. He hums playfully, lips curling up into a mischievous grin. “Hmh, last time I checked, you liked the things I do with this tongue of mine.”

A deep crimson colour smudges her cheeks, she looks at him with adorable, upset face. “Well, yeah, it has some perks.”

“Oh, yeah?” With his strong arms, he lifts her effortlessly up to the countertop. Her face meets his, her cheeks are still red despite everything. “How about going to bed...” He pecks her lips, once, twice. “and let me fuck this pretty pussy nice and slow,” In a matter of seconds she's chasing his lips for more, “and show you the wonders my tongue is capable of.” He caves in to her want and gives her a kiss. Long and devouring, his tongue is already in her mouth, exploring and tasting, and swallowing her moans.

“Oh, God.” She breathes against his lips, “Ben I can barely walk thanks to last night's fucking. I don't have your fucking supe stamina.” She keeps on kissing him, nevertheless. Nibbling and sucking on his lower lip in such a teasing way, while her small hands cup his bearded cheeks.

Ben groans deeply, burying his face in her neck. “You don't have to do anything, just take what I give you.” His hand slides in between their frames to find her clothed clit. He smirks, filthy little slut; the thin layer of her panties is practically drenched. “Oh, baby, sure you don't wanna let me fuck you dumb tonight too?”

She lets out a pathetic moan when his fingertip presses to her erected clit. She holds onto his strong biceps for support as he proceeds taunting her, “Hmh, bet you can't wait to squeeze my cock empty in your fucking slutty pussy.”

“Ah, Ben, p-please...!” She whimpers, hips rolling against his fingers for more fraction.

“Shhh, I got you.” With one firm move, Ben rips her panties away.

“Ben!” She chides, “Quit doing that to my clothes!”

He fakes a sympathized hum before he buries two fingers in her cunt. “I'll buy you new ones.” A devious grin adorns his mouth, “Though you don't need any around me.”

With half-lidded eyes, she glares at him. And his heart swoons at the cute, angry face she's giving him. “God, you're the worst.” She huffs and kisses him furiously. A deep chuckle rumbles within his chest, his fingers curl and twist inside of her drawers, her arousal glistening wet on his knuckles.

“Ben, fuck!” Her thighs squeeze shut on his fingers when shivers her orgasm out. “Fuck, Ben, st-stop it's too much!” She begs him as he fucks her through her high.

She rests her forehead on his chest when he pulls out. “You're a dick.” Her voice is muffled by his shirt.

He laughs amusedly, “Though you like it.”

“I like your dick, not you being one.” She gazes up at him, giggling. “You just enjoy fucking me up.”

“Yes, I do.” He says, a brutal grin on his lips, “I love ruining you.”

She roughly pushes him away with her foot on his chest, he raises an eyebrow at her as she jumps onto the floor, still quivering from her orgasm.

She glances at his bewildered face over her shoulder, giving him a wink, “Then stick to your words and ruin me in bed, tiger.”

Ben follows her with a wolfish grin on his face.

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spdrvyn · 3 months

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7 days until valentines

as compensation for my lack of posts, here's a short blurb of miguel with an autistic reader! i'm projecting really hard though

Miguel didn't know where the transition from his to 'our' workspace had begun. It was the little things, you'd leave a small cup with pens in it at his desk without bothering to pick it up after you leave his office. Eventually, that cup became a real pencil holder now you had journals, notebooks, and basically everything that wasn't work related neatly cornered into one part of his desk home with the scattered papers and unfinished gadgets Miguel has.

You also make home at his desk, efficiency was one of your strengths, but your productivity reached maximum capacity whenever you were with him. No words were spoken while the two of you worked, Miguel greatly appreciated it.

Not that he'd mind a little bit of small talk, but he enjoyed silence without feeling like the loneliness was clawing at his insides.

Though normally you (almost inhumanely) finished your work way earlier than he did, but you didn't leave. No, you didn't.

This habit of maintaining his presence while you're off doing something kept even when you were pursuing your own personal interests, Miguel would catch you on your laptop chatting to your friends whenever he had to check something on one of his monitors.

Other times, you'd have headphones on. Listening to music or catching up on one of your shows, your reactions are as muddled as they can be to not disturb. But one moment, he'll look away with you completely deadpan then look back to see your jaw widely agape and pupils blown wide from devastation.

Tonight was no different, if anything more convenient for you because a new episode of this unnamed media just dropped. Admittedly, your expressions and small noises entertained him as he worked. You did try to be discreet, but that super hearing of his could pick up on your small gasps and 'aww's on opposite sides of a workspace.

His concentration is broken when you practically slam your laptop shut, packing your earbuds into their case with an audible snap. You hop off of your place and solemnly walk over to where Miguel is standing, he quirks a brow at you.

Uncharacteristically, you slump your head against his shoulder with the biggest frown he's ever seen you in. "They're not getting back together, Miguel."

"Oh?" maybe feeding into your theatrics wasn't a smart decisions, but analytics dulled in comparison to whatever was going on inside your head. "Who?" he continued to interrogate.

"My only reason for light and happiness, my true inspiration for spreading love and joy across every corner of the multiverse." Miguel rolls his eyes. "Do not give me sass right now, I am so upset."

He genuinely can't tell if you're joking or not, perhaps a mix of both. "I don't get how I'm supposed to sympathize with this ex-couple when I don't even know the title of their story?"

"It's a cartoon. You'll laugh."

"Cartoon or animated?"

You quirk your eyebrow this time. "Huh?"

"I'm asking you, cartoon or animated? There's a difference, animated features aren't always classified as cartoons. Cartoon is more of a term for animated medias directed towards children. Aren't you the one more adept at this topic?"

He looks at you with an almost-smirk. It's teasing at his lips, full and plump. There are many sensations that you hold resentment for, but one you've always wanted experience is Miguel's lips against yours. The ultimate sensory triumph, all you've been waiting for.

God, you want to kiss him.

"Yeah, I- uh, animated. I mean, animated."

"Tell me about it when I'm not trying to keep the world from ending, please?" he grumbles, and you raise your head off of his shoulder. Damn right you'll tell him about it, and probably kiss him after too.

#projecting soo hard #yes i want to be an animation student #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #autistic reader #fluff #romance

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wannabelife · 1 month

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good guy – bsk

pairing: seungkwan x fem reader

genre: smut

synopsis: it's your best friend's wedding and you couldn't be happier. what you didn't know, it's that you will have to stay the whole night beside the worst partner ever.

warnings: semi public sex, fingering, use of the word slut, dom seungkwan, (kinda) brat reader, opening candom with the teeth (DONT ever do that), breath play, protected sex

song: good guy by zayn

it's your best friend's wedding day and you couldn't be happier. you teared up so much when you first saw her all dressed up and ready, congratulating her in a tight hug. right now, everything is a mess. not exactly but it looks like it. just a few minutes left until she's going down the aisle and everyone seems in a hurry.

"yn, can you go look for the organizer, please?" your best friend asks you with brows shut and you can feel yourself sympathizing with her nervousness.

you go running around the rooms, looking for the missing organizer. your eyes meet one of the rooms with the door open and low voices coming out from it, so you go check it. you get close, knocking on the open door just in case. peeping inside, you see the organizer in the corner and seungkwan a few steps further the room. he's walking side to side, looking anxious, while on the phone.

"what do you mean you're not coming?" you can hear him murmuring.

once he senses your presence there, he spares a glance, and that's all. he's concentrated in something else, but you can't help staring. why this fucker has to be so gorgeous? he has an all black suit, boots with heels that hugs his form so perfectly and a beautiful necklace adoring his torso while the first buttons of his shirt are loose. fuck, he's hot.

you look at the organizer looking for an answer as she comes closer to you "it seems like one of the couples maid wont be able to come"

you get distracted trying to think who would be missing and then you realize, your partner for the maid couples is not here.

"our partners wont be able to come" seungkwan approaches both of you, confirming your assumption. he's close now, and the only thing you can actually pay attention to... it's how fucking good this man is smelling. his scent hits your nose, it smells rooty and citric. somehow, it fits his mainly aura perfectly.

"oooh so we already have the answer, you two enter together then" she says, breaking your line of thought (thankfully), and suddenly, both of you stare at her, saying "no" in unison. she looks startle at the sudden response, sparing glances at your faces.

"why dont we go down there and find a solution?" seungkwan reasons, and you agree.

you three make your way to the entrance where everyone is waiting. your best friend is from afar looking relieved on seeing the organizer with you "thank god you found her, thank you" she says when you approach.

"love, do you know a couple is missing?" you say carefully, not to stress her more than she looks.

"oh babe... i do. they told me a few weeks ago. you didn't think they would cancel it on the spot, right?" she says like it was almost insane that i think it is, but it looks like it to you.

"oh... you do know it? why didn't you tell me?" you ask confused but the song inside starts to ring and everyone gets on position.

"yn! come here!" the organizer shouts, and you look behind your back. she has seungkwan's arms on her hands, putting him in place as she motions for you to come closer. you got to be kidding me... sighing, you go, thinking you have no other choice. you approach both of them and she states "go on, you two go together" she says, running out of the scene.

seungkwan offer his arm to you, and you have no other choice but to entralace yours with his.

"they knew it" seungkwan low voice reaches your ear as he bends his head down a little to whisper it to you. you shiver a bit in surprise.

"i know" you say. you lightly grab his jaw with your free hand, angling his face to the front "now let's do it and dont make it worst" you say and he smirks leaving air from his nose looking annoyed at your attitude but letting it be as everyone is starting to walk down the aisle.

the ceremony is beautiful, everyone's big smiling at the couple, both of them with stars and tears of happiness around their eyes. your smile bright and face shining for your friend. across the room, you can see seungkwan fighting his tears, trying to wip them with the back of his hand with a few light taps.

approching the end, the couple finish with the last kiss, and you bid them goodbye as they are the first ones to go to the party. you all follow suit, walking after them to the salon to celebrate the rest of the night.

the arrangement looks beautiful, everything is on white, black and navy blue as you are. the party is enjoyable, and as the night grows young, the room gets hotter and busier, everyone looks drunk or ecstatic, and the music looks louder and funnier. you were dancing, feeling your heels starting to hurt your ankles. so you decide to look for the dressing room so you can leave it there so it won't go missing during the night.

you walk almost tip toeing to the place. once you find it, you go inside, throwing yourself on the sofa, enjoying the empty, quiet place, after bending down to undo your heels and free your feet, you rest at the back of the sofa for a bit.

suddenly, a rush of thought occupies your mind and you remember of earlier. your best friend knew about the maids that wouldn't be able to make it and probably knew about you having to go with seungkwan. that's something you will have to talk to her about, just not tonight. its her night, and you want her to enjoy it. she probably kept it because she knows about your dislike of seungkwan. it's not that you hate him, you don't even know him. you think he's decent. when you first met, you realize people like to say he's the life of the party, but for you, he just has an ego of its own and it fucking bothers you.

you get back up, coaching your thoughts, making your way to the huge mirror that decores the room. you check your makeup, fixing some things that went messy here and there, and your lipstick that is almost gone. you take off the heavy tie that hugs your hair up, making it go down your back and shoulders, and you do your best to fix the messy pieces neatly.

"i like it" a familiar voice and scent takes the room and you look from the mirror reflection at seungkwan coming across the room "your hair down" he completes, eying back your reflection.

"thank you" you say before getting back on your task of fixing your hair. seungkwan smiles, passing by as he takes off his blazer. he places it at a chair, starting to undo and push up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his arms.

you finally go look directly at him. now you can see better, his hair back and slightly sweaty forehead and neck from dancing and enjoying the night. his shirt loses a few more bottoms as his chest is more exposed to the eyes. he has a beautiful clavicle with the necklace decoring it.

"you know, you can stop playing the good guy" you say, resting at the wall with arms crossed.

he scoffs, nearly laughing "what makes you think im playing any role?" he says, finishing adjusting his sleeves "i am just it" he grabs one of the towels that's hanging at the sofa and take your place in front of the mirror as he starts to wip some of his sweat with it "maybe im way too good and that's why you dont like it" he shoots and you have your mouth hanging open.

"you're so full of yourself. its annoying" you say as he throws the towel back at the sofa, laughing at your words. you have your brows shut as he makes his way to the door "if you think" he says opening it for you, motioning for you to go first. you spare a glance, making your way to him. you pass through him, leaving taps to his shoulders you say "you're right, such a good guy" you mock passing by, making your way back to the dance floor.

as the night passes by, the dance floor gets crowded, people get buzzer, wanting to join. you can barely move at this point. your eyes scanning everyone around as you meet seungkwan being pushed by the crowd close to where you are. you try to move to the side, but as everyone is drunk, they start to jump and hug one another in excitement. you cant help a laugh as you try to escape the fuss but cant. seungkwan's back suddenly hits your side, and you stumble. in a hurry, he cages your wrist on a tight grip, saving you from falling.

"sorry, are you okay?" he asks trying to scream above the loud music as he hands your arms to make sure you're in place and wont fall.

"im ok. that's fine" you say, getting his hands off of you, you push them off, pressing down. seungkwan gets surprised by it, staring with brows frown at you.

"what's your problem, really?" he looks pissed, like you've never seen him before "i did nothing but being nice to you, and you keep giving me attitude, i dont understand" he tries to shout above the music again.

"i dont want you to be nice to me, just dont direct your words to me" you say, starting to push the crowd so you can scape it. seungkwan is going after you and you groan "i said to not come for me, fuck!" you shout, trying to make your way to anywhere but where he is.

"i just want to fucking talk. i did nothing to you, i don't understand why you dont like me" he says still following your steps.

you stop in front of the bathroom door to look at him "i've never said i dont like you. i just dont want to be around" you state. he's in front of you as he laughs at your response.

"is there any difference?" he says.

you groan, rolling your eyes "just leave me alone for once" you say, opening the bathroom door as you go inside, shutting it on his face.

"maybe if you give me a fucking good reason, i will" he shouts through the closed door "open the fucking door, you're such a kid" he says.

"im sorry?" you open the door, feeling your blood boil with his words "what did you just say?"

"that you're acting like a kid" he says, stepping closer "you cant even talk like a grown-up"

"do you want a fucking a reason?" you're the one shouting now, you get closer, having to slightly tip toe to catch his height "you're too much, boo seungkwan, i just cant handle it" you say close to his face, your chests almost meeting.

"what?" he smirks, looking down at your small form with so much attitude to him. you're cute.

"you're fucking too much!" you shout "your jokes arent funny, you aren't as handsome as you think, and not as likable as you might think" you keep rambling and you dont even realize he's pushing you inside the bathroom.

"so you mean im too good for your liking, then?" he says, so calmly that makes you angrier. he shuts the door behind him, getting closer until your back meets the cold bathroom wall.

"see, you're so fucking full of yourself" you say trying to calm down, your breath is heavy, and he's so close you feel like you might combust.

"you want me to be the bad one, dont you?" he says, getting closer, keeping a posture with his hands on his pocket "i can stop, just tell me" you dont say anything when he steps closer, testing the waters "am i too tempting?" he tilts his head to the side as he presses his body onto yours, his hands making their way to your lower back.

"should i play the bad part then?" he says, and you look up to him with big eyes. he caress your head "of course you want that, that's how bitches like it" something shifts on his gaze and attitude and you have a hard time escaping from it. his scent hitting you and his mouth closer to yours "forgot how to speak?" he presses.

"you're so fucking annoying" you say out of breath, melting onto his embrace, feeling your body hot.

"am i? i think you like it" he argues, his hot breath hitting your lips as you whimper.

you both crash on a heated kiss, your hands finding stability on his locks, your nails digging on it as he groans on your mouth. his other hand on your lower back, pressing you against him.

you're the first one to lose control, starting to unbotton his shirt as he breaks the kiss, laughing a bit at your eagerness. what happened to the 'i want you to go away?' he thinks, trying to mask his smile, trailing kisses down your neck.

once you're done with his shirt, you caress your hands down his torso, feeling it harden under your touch. you look down at his toned abs and can't help whining at the view and the beautiful v line going down his slacks. your attention gets back when you feel him pushing your dress up. you look back up at him, your eyes locking on each other as his finger trails your clothed core.

"is that why you don't want me near?" he plays with the hem of your thong and you have a hard time not asking him to fuck you already "cant help turning into a bitch in heat when im around" he finishes pulling your panties down.

"you're dangerous, boo seungkwan" you say and he gives you a challenging look "stay away from me" you say and provocatively, he slides his fingers up and down your slick.

"i will do my best" he says smirking, collecting the wetness in between your legs, that's telling him quite opposite of your mouth. you moan, your eyes going shut when he reaches your clit. he keeps going up and down with his fingers, making sure you get wet and ready for him.

suddenly the door knock starts shaking as someone tries to open it, your eyes get big in surprise and nervousness.

"hello? is there someone inside?" a familiar voice shouts outside.

seungkwan looks at you with a devilsh grin playing on his lips, he whispers "are not going to answer?" with his hands still on your cunt.

"it- its occu- ahh" when you were about to finish, seungkwan slides a finger inside, your pussy clenching uncontrollably as you put your hand to your mouth in a hurry, trying to supress the sounds you're making.

"sorry? is it everything ok?" the voice says again.

"y- yes. it's occupied" you do your best to sound okay as he works his finger slowly inside you with an annoying smirk on his face.

"yn? is that you?" its your best friend on the other side you know that and there's no way she wouldn't recognize your voice. you just hope that she gives up and goes back already.

he adds a second finger and you have to bite your lip to prevent any sound. he's going so fucking slow, you feel like crying.

"yn? are you okay?" she asks again.

you're trying to compose yourself. but seungkwan is having his fun, he's enjoying it. his free hand go grab your hair, angling your head to the side, he goes near your ear and whispers again "what? cat ate your tongue? she's waiting for an answer, cant leave her hanging"

"fuck!" you're getting wetter each thrust, seungkwan knows you're enjoy it just as much.

"im ok, thank you" you shout, hoping it shuts her this time. she replies with an ok back as she's gone right after. you feel your whole body relaxing. but seungkwan is not done, he starts to fasten his fingers, the sloppy sounds starting to echo inside the bathroom as you moan.

"hmm feel- feels so good" you whimper to him. your hands automatically pushing him close by his belt as you start to undo it, unbottoning his pants right after.

he slides a third finger in and you get lost on your task. throwing your head back, feeling his slim fingers stretch you perfectly and fully.

"you keep getting louder, babe. you gonna make us get caught like this" he says and your pussy clench around his fingers, either because of the idea of getting caught excites you but also because the fucking pet name he called you "fuck! do you like it? do wanna get caught?" he says and you clench again, whining your answer.

"shut up and fuck me, seungkwan" you spit back

you get back to undo his slacks, finally meeting his boxers, the line of his hard cock draws on the material. you caress your hand on it as he groans. slipping your hands inside, finally freeing his member, he sighs in relief as his fingers slips out from your center. your response is the opposite as you whine from the loss.

"if you ask nicely maybe next time you get to cum" he provokes as you're looking at him with brows shut and a slightly pout, that is gone in a second when he brings his wet fingers smeared with your juices to his mouth. he spreads it flat on his tongue, sucking them off right after, humming at your taste "you taste so fucking good" he releases it with a pop as you cry out.

seungkwan reaches for the back pocket of his slacks, pushing his wallet out to grab a condom. once he takes one off, he throws the wallet at the marmore sink behind him. you start to stroke his member until he's fully erect, and when he looks back, you're getting your head down. he grabs you by the hair, getting you back up in one motion as you whimper.

"seungkwan!" you whine "i want you to fuck my mouth" you pout, protesting.

his grip on your hair gets tighter as he grunts "you havent understood yet? you dont have a fucking want" he says and you're ready to open your mouth again to protest before his palm hits your lips and he presses there to shut you "you know what, maybe i should fuck your mouth so you shut the fuck up, should i?" he teases.

you keep making sounds, them coming muffled because of his hand. with his free one, he brings the condom to his teeth, pushing the package open. he pulls out the material, taking the air out of the end before sliding it down his member. spitting the left paper from his lips to the floor.

seungkwan brings your dress upper, giving more space to him as he presses his cock on your cunt and you whimper. he slaps it to your clit and your eyes go shut as you're moaning more when he eases it sliding his member up and down on your center "you're just a desesparate cockslut aren't you? is this your plan to coach all men to fuck you?" he spits, pressing his head to your entrance as you have to grab his arms for stability "pisses them fucking off until they handle you like a bitch, that's how you like it, isn't it?" he keeps entering more, the strech burning inside of you until he bottoms out. your whines and moans being silent by his hand as you ajust to him, your pussy welcoming every inch of him, swallowing him in deeper.

you shake your head to his questions, unable to speak as he releases a low laugh "so pathetic" he says as he pushes his cock, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back in. your body squirm as your muffled sounds get louder on his skin "cant even say anything right now, can you?" he keeps slamming inside of you, it getting sloppier each thrust. the sound of skin meeting getting louder as he picks up the pace.

your hips bulk up and his thrust gets deeper, his cock head hitting the spot inside of you as you practically scream on his palm. your walls squeezing around him "fuck!" he groans.

his hand leaves your lips to push your leg up "you gonna be a good girl and keep it quiet, wont you?" he says hoarsy, your faces close as you nod desesparately. he takes an animalistic pace, some of your juices already sliding down your inner thighs from how wet you are. you have a hard time controlling yourself, your teeth biting down your lip to suppress your moans that turn into whimpers.

"unless you want everyone to hear the pretty sounds you make, is that what you want, slut? to get caught" he spits and you cant help the moan coming out, your pussy clenching.

"seung- kwa- kwan aaww, plea- se, please" you plea whiny, trying to keep it down. your head getting thrown back as your eyes are watery.

"needing a little help?" he says, staring at your exposed neck as his hand presses you there, he weights his hand on your throat. you were about to moan, but it almost dont come out because of the pressure around it.

you look back at him "want you to cum for me" he says as he squeezes your throat. his thrusts never halting, hitting harsh and steady. your mouth is left open, your breathing heaving.

a few more thrusts, and you have your eyes rolling back, the familiar knock forming on your lower belly. he feels you're close, cutting the air around your neck and fastening his pace. you're doing your best not to scream, your sounds threatening to get louder. seungkwan goes for a kiss, silencing you as your high is approaching. you feel that's your end, your body stiffs before it lets go and you're cumming, clenching nonstop around him. your legs feel weak ams your pussy keeps swallowing him as he eases your high, his member sliding easier around your cum "fuck! so fucking tight" he groans, feeling himself close too.

the grip on your neck loses as you whine, your moans gets quieter as you're coming down. seungkwan hears you, his head hanging low as he's cumming too. his hot spread of cum hitting the condom as he rides his high with low moans. you whimper, feeling overstimulated before he slides off, both of you calming your breathing.

you're the first one to make a move, catching your thong on the floor, sliding it back in right after as seungkwan grins behind you.

he slides the condom off, doing a knot before throwing it on the trash. you're both quiet, the air a bit heavy as you do your own things.

he reaches for a toilet paper "are you not cleaning up?" he says, coming closer "let me do it" he looks at you and you're just staring, he goes down on his knees, gently grabbing your thigh to clean in between your legs. you hate how that affects you, you really wish he was a bad guy outside the bedroom too.

when he's done, he throws your paper at the trash bin, cleaning himself with a new one, doing the same after, while you try to make yourself presentable at the mirror. seungkwan is staring at your reflection, while putting back his boxers and buttoning up his pants.

he goes for the bathroom door, opening and checking briefly if there is anyone. he looks back at you "ready?" he asks, and you just nod. seungkwan has a knowing smile on his face when he opens the door for you "i really fuck you shut, hm?" he says when you're passing by. your heart skips a beat but you just keep walking as he's following you back to the wedding party.

"stop talking" you say and he smirks behind you. he's starting to like that dynamic of both of you.

"go it, ma'am" he states back. if your back weren't facing him, you'd see he's playing around, saluting you with a smile on his face.

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esmedelacroix · 4 months

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14 days til' Christmas

going to your daughter's hockey game and running into singleparent!miguel o'hara ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You watched as your daughter Mari waved goodbye to Gabi through the window. "I really liked playing Legos with Gabi, it's so much more fun with a friend," your daughter explained.

"That's so true when I was your age I used to love playing Legos with my little brother. We would build the sets together and play for hours," you said thinking back to the moments that you spent with your best friend in your childhood home.

You quickly ushered Mari back into the house not wanting her to catch a cold. "Mari! Get your overnight bag I packed for you and come downstairs your dad's going to be here soon!" you called out to her.

"Okayy!" she called back. You heard her little footsteps echoing above your head.

Soon enough she rushed down the stairs with her duffel and you handed her all of her gear. "Thanks, mama," Mari said as she motioned for you to bring your face closer to hers so she could kiss you on the cheek.

Just then you heard a knock on the door and realized you left the gifts that Mari had gotten for her dad under the tree. You opened the door for her dad and quickly rushed to stuff the gifts in her duffel(Mari wanted it to be a surprise).

"Hey Rafael, come in just packing one last thing," you called out.

You heard him greet Mari followed by her laughter. "Alright don't be too long," he called back, tickling her some more.

"Sorry about that, I almost forgot her favorite stuffed animal," you lied as you handed him her bag.

"It's fine I've gotten used to you never being prepared," he said as took Mari's hand.

"Not in front of her, we said we wouldn't do this in front of her," you muttered as you crossed your arms glaring up at him.

"What? I can't tell the truth? I don't even know why I only have weekend custody, look at this place! There are Legos all over the floor!" he said pointing at the mess.

"Ay dios mío[Oh my god], Rafael! You're scaring her," you said pointing your hand towards Mari working hard to keep your tone in check, unlike her father.

"I'm scaring her? You're putting her in danger by letting her play with such small toys, she might step on them," he said, keeping his tone down after realizing that Mari was starting to get upset.

"Danger? The only danger is you coming into my home and trying to instigate some kind of fight to make me look like the 'bad guy' in front of my own daughter. Mari is nine years old, she knows not to put Legos in her mouth, and she's not blind, she can look where she's walking," you said as you ran a frustrated hand through your hair.

"Okay, but were you even supervising to make sure she was okay?" he said, trying to find some kind of fault in your parenting skills.

"¿Eres estúpido?[Are you stupid?], Of course, I was. Miguel and I were watching our daughters play with Legos," you said as you simply guided him out of your house.

"¿Quién es ese cabrón?[Who is that fucker?]," he asked as he put Mari's stuff into the trunk.

"None of your business, don't forget to make time for Mari's game tomorrow, ¿Vale?[Okay?]," you said as you gave Mari a hug and a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry, me and your dad always fight all the time. I'll make it up to sweetheart, I promise," you whispered as you gave her one last parting kiss before she got in the car.

"Okay, I have a Hockey game tomorrow. Can I go now?" he sighed.

You rolled your eyes making sure Mari could hear you even though you knew she couldn't really understand, "Vete a la mierda[fuck you/fuck off],"

You slammed your door and texted him, 'If you forget to take her to her game like last time, I'll never forgive you'

You hated that you had to say goodbye to Mari every weekend and not see her for days. But you could sympathize with her father because he didn't get to see her on the weekdays.

You couldn't help but shake the feeling that Rafael wasn't as committed to parenting as he was before meeting his girlfriend. You could give two shits if he had started dating just months after your divorce but his girlfriend didn't seem too interested in Mari. On top of that Mari could recount multiple times when she would be dropped off at his neighbors because his girlfriend wanted alone time.

You weren't going to let the toxic thoughts plague you any longer and you allowed yourself to rest and go to sleep.

. . .

The next day was very relaxing. You were able to do some deep cleaning for the winter and since you work on your own hours you popped in and out of shifts and did some grocery shopping.

Once work was finally over and you finished eating an early dinner you checked your watch. Rafael was probably dropping Mari off for her game. She had to be there two hours in advance to prepare herself and warm up.

You had called her and her father in the morning and she seemed very excited about her game. You took your time getting dressed and doing your hair to go to her game. You know you were just going to end up bringing your look because of how passionate of a sports watcher you were.

It didn't matter what sport it was, you were going to scream whenever a player messed up and cheer on the team you thought was going to win if you didn't already have a favorite. To make matters even worse you had a tendency to eat like a pig when you watched sports.

That's probably why none of the single dads approached you at games. You went crazy when it came to being a supportive parent for your daughter.

Just as you were about to make some snacks for Mari's teammates for the end of the game someone was blowing up your phone. Rafael was blowing up your phone.

You picked up his call and put it on speaker as you prepared each teammate's bag. "What is it, Rafe?" you sighed.

"Heyy, mama listen, I don't want you to get upset, but Angela had to go out because she's not feeling well, and I completely forgot about dropping Mari off," Rafael explained in a hushed tone.

"¡¿Qué?!" you gasped hoping that it was just some sick prank.

"Please don't get mad, I'm sorry but it's an emergency. Mari is at Peter's house," he said.

"Seriously? Rafael, I knew you would choose her over your own daughter again. Wasn't feeling well? Just take Advil seriously, is she a child?" you yelled.

"Look I'm sorry I really am-" he started.

"No no, don't apologize to me. Apologize to Mari when you see her after her game," you said as you abandoned the snacks and put your coat on getting your bag and keys.

"Well, I can't make it to her game... Angelica is going to want to eat somewhere and she's vegetarian, she can't have the food at the stadium," Rafael explained.

"You gotta be shitting me. No. For Mari, find a way to at least make it to the end, or else," you threatened

"Or else what?" he instigated.

"Or else I have my lawyer ready. I have so many instances where you neglected our daughter and I can easily take full custody. Seriously, why pick her up just to take her to Peter's house?" you asked. You really didn't want to threaten full custody but he needed that push.

It may have just been a hockey game from anyone looking at the situation from the outside but it's about being there. Being present. I would’ve wanted both my parents present. You thought to yourself. It already hurt enough knowing Mari is different from others in her class and her parents aren't in love anymore. The least we could both do is be there for her.

All you heard was silence on the other lie so you hung up and got into your car. You definitely obeyed all speed limits and most definitely didn't run a red light or two 'on accident' just to get to Mari quickly.

You practically ran up the stairs to the apartment right next to Rafe's. You knocked on Peter's door fidgeting hoping your daughter wasn't upset and she wasn't posing on his evening.

"Hey, squirt!" Peter said as he opened the door greeting you Mayday in his arms obviously wanting to cry.

"Hey Peter, listen I'm sorry about Rafe," you started.

"It's fine, it's always a pleasure having Mari over. I would’ve taken her to her game but Mayday here isn't too fond of the cold," he explained.

Just then you heard Mari run to the door and give you a hug. "Hi mija[darling]," you said as you got on your knees to hug her back.

"Mommy I'm late!" Mari said with tears in her eyes.

"I know and Papa's really sorry but I'm going to get you there in time. Trust me," you assured as you quickly got all her gear and her bags.

"Do you need help with all that?" Peter asked.

"I got it!" you called down as speeded down the stairs.

Mari followed giggling cheering you on.

Once everything was in the trunk and all seatbelts were on, you drove to the Hockey rink. You weren't really speeding because you had your baby on board and you wouldn't allow her to witness your road rage. Well maybe.

You were doing a really good job keeping the yelling in check but there was a car pulling into the rink going at painfully slow speed. You honk your horn at them before driving over the grass patches to overtake them, flipping them off and yelling, "Do you even know how to drive?!"

You swerved right into a parking seat and hopped out of your car, opening the trunk and giving Mari all her stuff telling her to run into the auditorium and get her gear on.

She wasn't on time for the team stretch or for the team dinner but she was right on time for warmups. You already texted her coach about her situation. You were so lucky that he was so understanding.

You were just about to go into the auditorium before taking a look at your terrible parking job before just leaving it and walking in.

You got yourself some snacks and took your seat. Your eyes immediately scanned the ice for your little girl. There you saw her warming up. She was number 23 and she looked ecstatic. A lot more excited than she looked before any other game. That's weird. Is her father here for the first time in forever? You asked yourself to look around to see if he was sitting anywhere.

When you finally looked to your left you saw none other than Miguel?! "Oh my god, hi, what are you doing here?!" you asked as you waved and motioned for him to take a seat next to you.

"Well, my daughter's playing today. On the opposing team," he said as he took his seat.

"Well, then I guess we're rivals today. Best of luck to your daughter though," you said as you looked down and waved at your daughter.

"Best of luck to your daughter too. I hope she's not a crier 'cause her team is about to get crushed," he said.

"Really? So it's like that? You're on Miguel O'Hara. This is war," you quipped.

The two of you laughed at your stupid parental rivalry over your daughters' sports.

"You won't believe what happened when I was pulling in. I take it we were both running late but when I was entering the stadium, there was a car on the way and they were driving as slow as a grandma. I flipped someone off in front of my daughter for the first time. I swear when I find them I'm gonna.... do something bad that will make them regret it," you said, unable to think of a good threat.

Miguel laughed and shook his head before saying, "I'm pretty sure that was me," he chuckled.

Your mouth hung open in shock at his revelation. "And for the record, I do know how to drive," he said before sipping his hot cocoa.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I didn't mean that. I speed all the time and have terrible road rage issues," you said, placing an apologetic hand on his shoulder.

"I thought you were going to do something bad to me that would make me regret it," he teased.

God, this guy knows what he's doing. With that naturally erotic voice of his. You thought to yourself as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Well, I'm very forgiving so I'll let you off easy just this once," you said, turning away from him, hiding your flustered expression from him.

Just then, the lights in the stadium began to dim and the game started. The two of you immediately entered sports spectator mode leaning forward and watching your daughters play.

The two of you occasionally yelled when there was a good play and whenever one of your daughters had the puck. Their positions were immediately rival to one another so whenever they were going against each other the two of them went insane.

It was nice to know that there was a parent who was just as crazy about his daughter as you were. The two teams were keeping up with each other pretty well; the score was 3 - 3. There was only one minute left and both teams were doing everything they could.

Luckily Mari's team was working on a fake pass. They weren't going to try it originally but you saw Mari make the hand motion to her team mate and she faked the pass well leaving open space for her to go up the goalpost and shoot with all her might.

Gabi was on her tail but she ended up making it. The stadium erupted with cheers for the team and they all hugged. After Mari celebrated with her team she immediately went to Gabi and pounced on her. She was overjoyed to see her and they were so happy to be playing against each other.

"How does defeat feel?" you asked Miguel while doing a little victory jig.

"Worth it," he answered as he saw you in such a euphoric state with ketchup and mustard on the corner of your mouth from the hotdog you were devouring during the game.

"Here got a little on your mouth," Miguel pointed out as he took out a handkerchief and wiped the condiments off your mouth for you.

"Thanks," you said sheepishly before being interrupted by the stadium erupting in applause randomly. When you looked up you saw you and Miguel on the screens in the center of the stadium for the Kiss Cam.

The two of you looked at each other awkwardly while everyone begged the two of you to kiss thinking you were a couple or something. You turned to him looking up at him. You could feel your heart pounding in your throat. He took the sides of your face in his big warm hands and gave you a quick peck and everyone cheered for you.

You just kept looking up at him tracing your hands over the lips that he kissed. "That wasn't too bad," you joked as you snapped out of the trance he put you in.

"Yeah," you said, shaking his head.

"We should probably go," you started.

"Yeah let's," he said.

The two of you walked down the stairs to go see your daughters in the lobby. Mari and Gabi immediately ran up to the two of you.

"Hey you girls played so well," you said as you gave Mari a hug.

"What do you say we go out to eat?" Miguel suggests looking at you for a nod of approval. You looked down at Mari who was giving you the puppy eyes.

"What the hell, why not?" you said.

"You wouldn't mind if I joined would you?" you heard a voice behind you say.

"Papa!" Mari exclaimed as she ran to hug him. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

"Actually we would mind so maybe you should just crawl on back to your apartment," you said

"Hi I'm Rafael, I'm Mariana's dad," Rafe said, shaking his hand, acting all nice and angelic.

"Oh goodness I'm sorry, you probably just watched me kiss your wife. Look man I'm really sorry I didn't know she was married," Miguel apologized profusely to Rafael.

"No, you kissed my ex-wife, it's all good," Tafael corrected.

"Oh, well you could join us if you would like we were going to get a bite to eat," Miguel started before looking down at Mari who was pulling at his shirt, shaking her head.

"Mama and Papa are fighting right now," she whispered as you glared at Rafael.

"It's okay you all should go. I have things to take care of at my place, you played well today Mari," he said, giving her a playful nuggie.

He waved goodbye and signaled for you to call him later tonight. Probably so that he could explain why he forgot to drop off Mari and left her at Peter's house.

Dinner with Miguel was fine and thankfully he didn't mention or ask out Rafael after seeing how his presence alone upset you so much.

Your daughters had fallen asleep and were in the car. The two of you were outside conversing. "When can I see you again?" Miguel asked.

"You mean like when is our daughter's next playdate?" you asked not sure how you felt about meeting with Miguel alone.

"I was kind of hoping we could have a playdate," he said. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and ears. That voice of his always made the thing he said sound so forbidden but maybe this time it was intended.

"Maybe next week? I'm usually free on Wednesdays," you said.

"Okay it's a date, I'll text you, looking forward to it," Miguel said before getting in his car.

"It's a date," you whispered to yourself with the dumbest smile on your face. you turned around and did a little victory dance forgetting that Miguel was still in fact, right there.

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twig-tea · 6 months

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Buzzing over the IFYLITA dinner scene

That dinner reveal scene was everything I wanted. It was Hamlet, it was Poirot, it was so perfectly pointed.

Not only did Jom make the point that these marriages should be called off in order to save the family reputation, but he also specifically highlighted how disgusting the behaviour of these men had been, and asked the question: how could you [Yai's father], be disgusted by our love but not by these actions? Who here is more vile, this talented performer or these people willing to kill for a little more power? Who is more embarrassing, this person flaunting gender binaries or you, bending over backwards and sacrificing your children's happiness for the good will of murderers?

God it was so satisfying, to have the queer-as-monster trope subverted in that way. Jom said: I'm not going to try to make you sympathize with our love so that you no longer see us as monsters, I'm going to make you look in a mirror and tell me who is more monstrous.

I still have chills. The way Nuey's laugh echoed as she moved through the scene, and the slow reveal that she was telling a true story, and her ability to ignore the tension in the room! What a fantastic performance by Om.

And the way this doesn't just rely on morals, but on the values that Yai's father ascribes to. He wants to be respected, to gain power for his family, and Jom reveals that actually, it is your decisions that will tear down your own family's reputation.

I also just really love that Eang Peung and Fong Kaew are friends, and worked together to make this happen. Jom got to do the reveal, but it was almost all their hard work to make it possible.

If Eang Peung dies from this pregnancy I will actually riot.

#i feel you linger in the air #ifylita meta #ifylita #the storytelling before and after this mystery reveal dinner was shakey #but man that scene was satisfying

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bunnybearsworld · 1 year

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a ranking and analysis of “epic: the musical” songs so far, from someone who knows a lot about theater and not a lot about mythology

RANDOM DISCLAIMER: to reiterate from the title, i know a lot about music and theater, but NOT a lot about greek mythology. i'm trying to slowly read the odyssey as sagas release so that i'm never too far ahead but i can still have a sense of where things are going. aside from that, i have very basic foundational knowledge from vague exposure to pjo (but i never got into pjo myself LOL)

(also no one better spoil the odyssey for me in the tags or the comments i swear to god this is supposed to be about the SONGS)

putting it under the cut so people can scroll past if they want; this is long as fuck and i'm not gonna pretend it isn't.

9. the horse and the infant

i almost placed this one higher SOLELY BECAUSE OF "PENELOPE… PENELOPE, AND TELEMACHUS". (side note: low placement absolutely does not mean bad. i love every song in epic. like, excessively.) i'm probably going to talk about odysseus's voice A LOT. i love it. the reason i got into this in the first place is because back when early auditions were happening, one of the demos came up on my fyp and i was baffled by the vocals. from a plot standpoint i really like what this song does lyrically and what it shows of odysseus in particular but also how the gods interact with the mortals. zeus is immediately talking down/condescending to odysseus (which is fair because. it's fucking zeus, and also a detail that was pointed out to me by my friend), who reacts saying he "knows" he's ready for, essentially, whatever zeus throws at him… until he finds out zeus is making him kill a baby. the first two songs in the musical (this and "just a man") both reveal so much about odysseus, which is of course good because that's who we're supposed to sympathize with.

anyway. love this song. fuckin bangs.

8. just a man

normally with these early character-establishing solos i like them a little at first and then always skip them after that first listen. that's just a Thing for me. like, i know who you are now, i don't need to hear it again. but not this song. this was the first song that really told me i was gonna obsess over this musical for a long time and that it was going to ruin my life. my ONLY criticism, and it's not even a big one because it doesn't truly bother me/disrupt my listening experience at all, is that it's hard to hear any distinct emotion from odysseus for most of it. BUT I CAN'T EVEN BE MAD BECAUSE HIS VOICE IS SO STUPIDLY GORGEOUS. maybe that's hyperbole but i feel like you can't blame me for that. again as far as plot hearing odysseus's internal struggle about killing the baby is very foundational for our understanding of the character. also, the dual meaning of the lyric "when does a man become a monster" which as others have pointed out refers (most likely) both to odysseus wondering if fulfilling his end of the prophecy will make him a monster and also wondering when, if this baby grows up, it will cause whatever destruction zeus foretold… i have a lot of feelings. i like this song a lot. a LOT.

SECOND RANDOM DISCLAIMER: at some point, you will probably start to think i sound pretentious. i like my own funny words and think i am a magic man. you are allowed to not like my funny words.

7. open arms

i would like to briefly touch on how much i love steven dookie's voice before we proceed. ok thanks. ANYWAY, this to me is our first real shift away from the musical theater genre-sound, something that i love about modern theater and particularly composition. the vocal style is less theater-inspired to me, too--until the lotus eaters show up--which really speaks to the message of the song in my opinion. the laid back sound after the sort of chaos and pain of the past few songs is refreshing to me. as far as characterization it solidifies what i feel we already knew about polites just from that little bit of him we heard in full speed ahead, but shows the more caring side to his positivity (the "you can relax, my friend" refrain and variations). i also love what it shows about the dynamic between odysseus and polites, establishing further that polites isn't just a soldier but a friend. this is one of the songs that i don't have a lot to say about, truthfully, but mostly because every time i listen to it i'm just enjoying the sound LOL

6. full speed ahead

SIX HUNDRED MEN. SIX HUNDRED MEN UNDER MY COMMAND…. this is where we really meet some new characters, and their introductions--true to form for the show--show a lot about them, both right away when they show up and all the way through the end of the song too. eurylochus, the battle-minded second-in-command to odysseus, and polites, the kind-hearted best friend to odysseus, both make their positions very clear not only in their verses but i feel also in just the way that they greet odysseus/each say "captain" (but that could also just be the different qualities of their voices). re: vocals, more vocal excellence from odysseus (have i mentioned "and ithaca's waiting etc" yet?), and polites sounds so fucking good constantly, and eurylochus has such a consistent tone through his whole verse. re: polites, a lot of the other voices in this musical are kind of standard fare (respectfully! i love theater voices genuinely) for what you imagine theater actors to sound like, but polites (played by steven dookie) has such a unique tone for this medium and i love it so so much. the soldier ensemble is insane too. from a compositional standpoint i LOVE the call and response, particularly on "so, captain, what's the plan? (captain, what's the plan?)" + that section where the soldiers echo odysseus that comes right after that. i didn't think this would beat just a man when i started this, but i was very wrong. very very wrong.

5. polyphemus

i don't want to talk about plot OR musicality, first. i want to talk about sound design. the choice of the particular sound effects that were used with the reverb and the overlapping noises from the sheep paint a very clear picture indeed of polyphemus's cave. (something that definitely did not hurt to accomplish this end was the teaser video where odysseus, eurylochus, and polites were in the dark holding candles (? i think, some kind of small light sources at least).) audio panning was also present in the intro for this track, i would say up until polyphemus starts to sing it's pretty prevalent, and audio panning is my favorite thing you can do to establish spatial understanding in non-visual media. okay, moving on. in this song, odysseus directly parrots polyphemus's words and melody, and this is a theme that continues in the other songs the two are both in. this also, to me, shows that one of the layers of his plan is to make himself seem more agreeable to polyphemus (which in itself as a fact i think is rather clear in terms of plot, but i think the specific methodology from a compositional standpoint is fun). AND JUST TO SAY: the moment at the beginning where this suddenly becomes a horror musical made my heart drop through my ass in the best possible way. i had to stand up for the rest of the saga because sitting down limited my range of motion too much and i had to go insane. in terms of characterization, we know that odysseus is smart and resourceful mostly from what we hear about him from others, but i feel like this song is the first one where we see that firsthand. i love this song.

4. warrior of the mind

the first song i had to just sit with and loop for a while (i did the same with just a man, but several days later upon relisten). athena's vocals never fail to astound me, teagan earley's tone is so clear and strong, and this is kind of specific but i like the choices she made on vowel placement, particularly on that last "mind" in the first chorus. also, i'm not even going to beat around the bush: i'm a trumpet player, i've been playing trumpet for theater and in other contexts for almost a decade now, and when i heard that low trumpet line underscoring the first establishment of the melody in the chorus, i KNEW an octave kick was coming and i was THRILLED when it delivered so perfectly. i don't know if it's synth trumpet or a live musician, i assume synth just for ease of production, but either way, i'm obsessed with it. absolutely a fantastic composition choice when it comes to ramping up the energy of the second half of that chorus. again in regards to composition: obsessed with odysseus's harmonic line in the second chorus. it took me a while to pick the notes out because i go a little harmony-blind sometimes when i'm too busy ooh-ing and ahh-ing but once i got that line in my head i was all about it.

(did not think this section would be so wordy, but) what this song shows about athena in my eyes is her fondness for odysseus--which sounds obvious until you remember how zeus interacted with him vs how athena does. athena gets close to talking down to odysseus sometimes, yes, but in more of a human, sarcastic way ("you'll see where it ends"). one could argue that the entire intro is her condescending to him in some way, certainly, but when she almost immediately also establishes that she sees the merit in his skills and his mind and has for some time now, it takes away the sort of preachy sound that was there when zeus was doing it. again in the characterization vein it shows odysseus's spirit, the more childish side of him (of course, because he was younger for much of this song) that we don't get to see in the songs that are set in the "present" period. in warrior of the mind, we see odysseus, the boy. in all the other songs, we see odysseus, the king.

anyway. i adore this song. if that wasn't, like. clear.

3. survive

THE ECHO OF THE HORSE AND THE INFANT. MY JAW WAS ON THE FLOOR. people other than me have said that this could be a way of showing that the fight with polyphemus is the will of the gods and i can see the merit in that standpoint but i also think that this is, in this telling at least (which is a distinction i make because i started the odyssey literally today and read maybe 10 pages before i had to go to class so i don't concretely know the details), showing that this is the first real conflict odysseus and the soldiers have been in since the seige of troy. also interesting to note: this song, if i'm not mistaken, is actually in compound meter at least in certain parts (before u fight me on this take a second to count it both ways, i'm not even entirely sure because of how i've been feeling the pulse). also, this reestablishes what i said earlier about polyphemus and odysseus parroting each other, but in this case i think it's polyphemus trying to do as much damage to odysseus and the soldiers as possible, certainly more like mocking them than trying to communicate on their level. (but also, melodic repeats are kind of just how music works, lol. remember when i said u might start to think im pretentious?)

now, maybe this is my sympathetic lens for odysseus showing, i fully admit that bias and own up to any way it may skew my judgement, but in that first chorus, i feel like odysseus isn't just trying to rally his men but to find the will in himself to fight as well. after the long war in troy and being confronted with polites's ideology, i would certainly be weary and sick of fighting. something about "it's just one life to take / and when we kill him then our journey's over" sounds so self-consoling to me. idk! maybe just me!

i'm, uh. not gonna talk much about the plot at the end, there. for obvious reasons, as someone who foolishly got attached to polites. we're gonna gloss over that. (fellow polites likers, how we feelin, though? we all coping?)

2. remember them

if you'll recall from many many paragraphs ago, i mentioned that in "just a man", i felt like there wasn't much emotion in odysseus's voice. this? the intro of this? this, to me, kind of makes up for that. and i mean the VERY beginning, the anger/intensity in that first verse. something that i noticed, that the fellow polites likers will be upset with me for pointing out, is that starting on "mark my words now" and through eurylochus asking "but captain, what'll we do with our fallen friends?", the guitar in the back is playing the melody of "we're up, we're off, and away we go" from "full speed ahead", the first song we hear from polites in. (sorry guys, if i was burdened with this knowledge you will be, too.)

this song and "polyphemus" both do a really good job of establishing horror-style tension. eurylochus's "there are more of them?" and what i would call horror sirens on the strings in the beginning of polyphemus are what i mean, here. it gives that nice stomach-swoopy feeling that recreational horror is so fond of. the ramping tension when eurylochus is pleading with odysseus to order them to run is fantastic too.

re: odysseus vocals. "my friend is dead! our foe is blind! the blood we shed, it never dries! is this what it means to be a warrior of the mind?!" will never NOT make me insane. it makes me want to scream, genuinely. and via the lyrics and instrumental sound we understand the ruthlessness of odysseus's vengeful side as well. again, possibly my sympathetic lens, but "let's grab the sheep and away we go" and during the argument up to that aforementioned point, odysseus just sounds tired to me.

also, i'm sure we all collectively shat our pants when we heard athena. i don't have much to comment on the matter further than that, but know that i was losing my fucking mind as soon as i heard her voice.

last thing: odysseus's choice of words when revealing his name is interesting to me. the "infamous" odysseus? infamy has a very negative connotation and maybe that's just him acknowledging that to polyphemus he'll always be painted in a negative light due to his actions in the cave, but it's an interesting choice in verbiage to me.

1. my goodbye

you were a fool if you thought this was ever gonna get anything other than first place of all the songs that are out so far. hearing athena and odysseus tear each other to pieces was so satisfying on the second listen with the new understanding that the partnership was sort of exhausting on both ends. i confess that my first thought right after i finished this song the first time was "HOLY FUCKING SHIT" but my SECOND one was "bro really wrote a breakup song and thought we wouldn't notice (but said with a positive connotation)". as far as i understand it, and i've asked questions about this so i'm fairly certain, there was nothing romantic in nature about the relationship between athena and odysseus (which i see as a good thing), and the song sounding like a breakup song is more a fun creative choice. and i DO think it's fun, in that case! so with that interpretation in mind, when i go back to the lyrics now, i think about how odysseus's original idea that he and athena would be friends was shot down and in this song i start to feel that maybe despite athena's best efforts they DID consider each other as friends. and of course i think that's intentional--that's why "you're not looking for a mentor, i'm not looking for a friend" cuts so deep.

there's also something in the way the two characters argue with each other that i find so compelling. i feel like athena is really trying to be right, or maybe not that she's trying to be right per se but that she's trying to make odysseus understand why he's wrong. odysseus, on the other hand, seems to be trying to hurt athena as much as possible, in as few words as possible. athena's argument has one core idea, and it's that odysseus is reckless/unfit to be her disciple because he's too emotional. odysseus, on the other hand, brings up several points, like 5 or 6 different little gripes about athena that he's probably been holding onto for who-knows-how-long. it just shows how the focus is entirely different on both parts and i like it a lot LOL

vocals absolutely deliver of course, that goes without saying. and i made that point earlier about how i felt odysseus didn't show much emotion in voice, and maybe this is just me being the #1 jorge rivera-herrans defender or something but i feel like a sort of detached-ness was intentional this time. like odysseus saying, "you can't fire me, because i quit." that's not entirely me being biased, i think the language reflects it too: "this way, you'll close the door and have your damn goodbye." that sounds dismissive to me, and the way that he previously frames athena leaving as something that would be good for him ("this way, you won't plague my life").

anyway….. less of a ranking and more of a song analysis where the songs just so happen to also be ranked. this was originally gonna be on my priv twitter, but the character limit was driving me up the wall, so. here.

#epic the musical #epic the troy saga #epic the cyclops saga #momo this one's for u. HEARTS4MOMO

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raayllum · 6 months

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I keep seeing people calling Callum Snake boi what does that MEAN

Little slice of fandom history and also because it's my fault (TLDR at the bottom in bold):

Years ago, a few days after S1 came out and when JK Rowling wasn't an outspoken bloody TERF there were discussions of what Harry Potter houses the characters would fit into. The general consensus for Callum seemed to be that he'd be a Ravenclaw because he's clever and artistic, but I argued for Slytherin (whose symbol is a snake) because I saw him more so as ambitious than just curious and more selectively loyal when it comes to his motivations, etc etc.

If you've been following me for any period of time you might know that I tag Very Meticulously, so as a trans person and a trans ally I was like I don't wanna use the TERF's terminology anymore, but having a tag to talk about a specific aspect of Callum's characterization (his wonderfully harsh temper, his intense selective loyalty, his obsessive ambition, etc etc) was still a useful prospect to me. Thus Snake Boi Callum as a tag was born, mostly as a joke? And so I could find metas that talked about his characterization (specifically) as I don't think I had a characterization tag almost at all for a while?

It started to pick up steam in my tags specifically when there was starting to be a little bit of - pushback isn't the right word cause everyone's entitled to their own interpretation and characterization of a character, nor does everyone have to engage with every part of a character's canon personality or actions in their fandom stuff if they don't want to.

But there'd be stuff of people forgetting that he can be pretty mean when he gets angry or not seeing him as selectively loyal to Ezran and Rayla? People would also be surprised but accepting, or resistant, to his growing and consistent parallels in characterization with Viren and Claudia (even if they are all still, ultimately, different from one another).

I saw a fair bit of sentiment during the hiatus of "oh he'd Never ever do dark magic again" (which I never believed even immediately post-s2) or in discussions of how he'd respond to Rayla after she left in Through the Moon graphic novel (set shortly after S3). Some people thought understandably that he'd care a lot about the lie (that he'd get to go with her) and the abandonment, understandably so - they're both shitty things to do, but I also sympathize/cry over why Rayla thought she had to do them, but I never thought he'd think the lie was that important, and focus more on the abandonment aspect as a source of hurt.

Snake Boi Callum as a concept also got some mileage in the development of my Cube Hostage Exchange Theory as well, an ongoing theory since November 2020-ish that Callum will help Aaravos / give him the Key of Aaravos in order to save Rayla's life if she was injured / taken hostage. I don't know if they'll do that scenario now because S5 basically delivered the exact thing, just with Finnegrin instead of Aaravos, but there was some more legitimate pushback to said theory/scenario during the hiatus because people thought Callum would never help a villain like that or take such a big risk for someone he loves. I'm not gonna say that I was wholly right (because I wasn't) and again people can interpret his actions in S5 in whatever way they want, but I will say that all of S5 was one of the most validating experiences of vindication I've ever had in my whole life, so that probably speaks for itself

But yeah, it's a term that's kinda caught on (I would say 60-80% of the fandom sees Callum as someone who would risk the world for Ezran and/or Rayla, with 20-30% - maybe less? - seeing otherwise, hence why I think it's caught on; but again, having an 'unpopular' opinion in fandom doesn't necessarily make it wrong, god knows I've had plenty) and then in the discords I'm in, a few people thought a week based around those traits would be fun and boom. Snake Boi Callum Week was born.

TLDR; Snake Boi Callum is a fanon catch-all / shorthand for the 'darker' / more emotional and torn side of Callum's personality (his ambition, his temper, particularly his fierce protectiveness and selective loyalty) that is being explored by whoever wants to in a fun fandom week. His bio in official series material does read that he values "those close to [him] more than anyone or anything" after all (which again, was very validating after years and seasons of seeing and writing him with that exact sentiment)

The tagging also means that for people who don't agree with this characterization for whatever reason, or whom dislike the emphasis on it, can blacklist it easily (as is the intended purpose with all tags on my blog)

He's a goofy nurturing guy who will Cut You and verbally eviscerate you without question if you hurt his loved ones or piss him off enough, and I love that for him. He's a little snake boi and we think he should have lots of angst (or sometimes not enough when it comes to killing/threatening people) over how far he'll go to protect the people he loves, as a Treat

#snake boi callum #has breached containment i see #fandom history #snake boi callum week #thanks for asking #anonymous #he's our goofy lil guy and if he's coerced into committing atrocities then we still love him #tdp #the dragon prince #fandom events

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hellt00th · 6 months

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You know how Astarion says “Don’t be nice to me, it makes me want to be nice back,” if you say you’d never ask him to join you with the drow twins, before you’ve fought Cazador?

As a dark urge main when he says that god I wish I had the option to hug him and tell him all the ways he’s been just. So wonderfully sweet and supportive to a durge that’s struggling against being overtaken by the urges.

Like, everyone else is so serious about it, but Astarion cracks jokes about almost killing him, or about learning you’re a bhaalspawn. (‘Precious little bhaal babe!’ ‘good morning! Thank you for not killing me the other night.’ ‘Whats a little murder between friends?’) like, he sympathizes with your fight and instead of adding more weight to your shoulders by saying “you Have to beat this. I know you can” he’s trying to distract you from the dread and fear with jokes meant to make you smile or piss you off.

Anyway I’m just emo over how sweet astarion is despite trying to pretend he’s an evil ass.

#he’s chaotic and I love him #astarion #baldur's gate 3

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how about forever? | loki odinson

pairing: loki odinson x asgardian!fem!reader

summary: when loki miraculously shows up after faking his death, you’re not too happy to see him. (takes place around ragnarok’s timeline.)

warnings: angst with fluff, some swearing, mentions of death

word count: 2.1k

a/n: why do i keep writing random oneshots instead of working on my main series lol 🙃 also this is my first loki fic so i hope it’s somewhat decent?

asgard had always been blessed with perfect weather: greenery all around and blue skies for miles, the golden landscapes reflecting the gilded sunlight’s rays in unlimited warmth and comfort; however, today seemed to be exceptionally more beautiful than usual. the flowers smelled a bit sweeter and the birds overhead flew by with increased vigor.

something was noticeably different in the air, but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

a slew of asgardians were gathered about the courtyard, enjoying a performance of sorts to celebrate the gods as food and drink were passed around, and joyous energy and laughter were shared. it was a good day, especially for you, and you were staring to feel happy for once in quite a long time.

that is, until the familiar green and gold garb of a certain god crept into your peripheral. your face felt hot as hurt and anger washed over you upon realizing that the view before you was not an illusion or a figment of your imagination.

“you lying piece of shit,” you seethed, shoving at his hard chest and feeling pleased that he stumbled back a step. “you had me thinking you were dead!”

“with all due respect, darling—” loki started but you quickly cut him off.

“don’t call me that,” you warned, poison dripping off your tongue. “is this a joke to you, oh, great god of mischief?“ you asked sarcastically.

silence fell upon the courtyard, including the performance up front that was now on pause, as you dug into odin’s infamous son with pure hatred and spite, like a predator feasting upon its kill.

you walked toward him with fire in your eyes, burning him with your stare. he stepped back as you approached, his hands raised in surrender, until you practically backed him into a corner. “how dare you,” you said through gritted teeth. “how dare you manipulate your abilities for some sick, twisted joke like this. as you can clearly see, i’m not laughing.”

“i know. i know,” he said as he carefully lowered his hands back down to his sides as if he were afraid you would lash out at him for moving. “and i’m sorry, i am. i know that’s not enough for what i did, but i can explain everything.”

“explain what? that this was another one of your little schemes to manipulate those around you? to have us mourn your death for nothing just so you could get a little kick out of deceiving all of asgard?” you scoffed. “you make me sick.”

“i know,” he repeated desperately, brows pinching together over his blue eyes that seemed almost vulnerable, glossy. “it was wrong of me and i realize that now. just let me expl—”

“no,” you said firmly, pointing an index finger into his chest. “you shut your mouth, laufeyson.”

he flinched slightly at your tone and the use of his true surname, the remaining ties to his hidden form always clinging to him no matter how hard he tried to bury that part of himself. you should’ve felt bad, you knew that, but you were far too angry with him to sympathize or be reasonable.

“i don’t want to hear it. just leave me alone—for good this time.” you turned on your heel and stormed off, leaving loki behind in a sea of silent and confused onlookers to stare after your retreating form. if you had glanced back for even a moment, you would have seen the shadow of sorrow and guilt that crossed the god’s features over his actions and how much they had hurt you. but you didn’t. it took everything in you to not turn around.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you made the trek back to your quarters, slamming the gilded door shut and dropping to your bed with a broken sigh. now in the privacy of your room, you could let the façade melt away to reveal the heartbroken girl that was hiding just beneath the surface.

you had missed him without a doubt, but he didn’t need to know that. the god of mischief didn’t need to become aware of your feelings for him and how distraught you were upon word of his death, going about your daily life afterwards with that pinching sorrow niggling in your chest no matter how hard you tried to tamp it down.

you loved him. foolish of you, really, to be drawn to someone so deceiving and untrustworthy, yet somehow you grew rather fond of him over the years. he always managed to make you laugh and his countless tricks between boring lessons were always the highlight of your day, but this—this was taking things too far. it was disgusting and unforgivable for him to lead you on like that just to fake his death in a display of his unmatched power.

all those months of sleeping in an old shirt of his until the scent of him was no longer present, cuddling against his pillow and hoping he would visit your dreams—anything for just a tiny, fleeting remembrance of him to get you through each day of your mourning period.

it turned out that all of those tears and moments locked away in your room were for nothing. you felt like such a fool; he had made you feel like this.

humiliation washed over you as your varying stages of grief settled in and you realized that, more than anything, you were just sad. angry at first, but now… it was like your heartbreak from before was repeating itself all over again, like you could never fully rid yourself of his memory or his impact on your life, whether dead or alive.

your head dropped into your hands as you cried over him for the nth time. god, how stupid could you possibly be? only you would fall for the god of mischief and grieve for him like a lovesick girl, all naive and juvenile with your feelings.

a small whimper passed your lips as you fell back on the bed, your head meeting the plush of your silk pillow and allowing the familiar comfort of it to soothe you.

you hugged your arms against yourself and closed your eyes, hoping that sleep would take you just for a little while, just a few peaceful moments of escape from this feeling that you just couldn’t move past, no matter how hard you tried.

as your tense limbs finally relaxed and sleep welcomed you in its blissful arms, you heard a faint knock sound against your door. it could only be one person, one god who you dreaded to see more than anything else. why couldn’t you have fallen asleep already? why couldn’t you avoid this confrontation with the man who stole your heart and died along with it.

the knock sounded again, a bit louder this time, and you rolled over in bed to stare at the wall with your back facing the door. “go away,” you said, hating how your voice cracked, drawing attention to your dismay as you wept in the privacy of your room. not so private now, it seemed.

“please, darling,” the voice asked quietly yet it traveled its way over to you as if the speaker was right by your ear. “please let me in.”

you bit your lip until the taste of iron flooded your mouth. you wanted to scream or cry or fling your pillow at his face, but instead, you offered a weak, “come in.”

the door clicked open followed by hesitant footsteps against the floorboards. you refused to face loki, choosing to remain facing the wall as the saltiness of your tears dried on your cheeks.

“may i sit?” he asked softly.

“…fine.”

the rustling of fabric met your ears as loki sat on top of the covers along the edge of your bed, keeping enough distance between your bodies to be considered appropriate. then, a gentle hand rested on your shoulder, his thumb stroking you through the thin material of your gown in soothing motions meant to offer some semblance of comfort. it only made you want to cry more. oh, how you had missed his touch; just being in his presence like this was enough to capture the breath from your lungs in a vice-like grip.

“do i really mean so little to you?” you asked suddenly.

his hand stilled. “what? no! no, of course not. darling, look at me please,” he requested as he coaxed you onto your back so he could see you fully. you complied and felt a sort of dread settle in your stomach at the way his face fell upon seeing your wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

“oh, y/n,” he breathed, brows knitted in genuine confusion and concern. “why would you think that?”

“because you left me. you had me to believe you were dead,” you replied quietly with a slight shrug. “where were you all this time and why didn’t you come back sooner?” your voice raised gradually as each question left your lips; exasperation over what he had done and desperation for some sort of answer evident in your tone.

“i know, i’m sorry. i know,” he repeated again and again, voice clogged with tears as his guilt multiplied, “and you have every right to be furious with me, but i’ll explain everything to you, i promise. there’s so much i need to tell you, and i will. i’m not going anywhere now. i’m not leaving you again.”

“you don’t even realize what that did to me, do you?”

his eyes squeezed shut and you noticed a tear sliding passed his closed lids, trickling down his pale cheek to collect along his sharp jawline. you hesitantly reached up to wipe it away with the pad of your thumb, deciding to stay there a moment longer as you gently cradled his chin in your palm. loki’s own hand raised to rest against yours, slender fingers intertwining as he tilted his head enough to press a soft kiss to your palm.

“i really am sorry,” he whispered, breath warm against your skin.

you sniffled lightly before retracting your hand from his grasp, ignoring the small noise of surprise that rose in his throat as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his waist in a lover’s embrace.

“i missed you,” you muttered into the familiar green and gold material of his clothing.

his head lowered to rest his cheek against your hair, pressing a soft kiss there as he held you close. “you have no idea how much i missed you, darling. i’m sorry i didn’t come back sooner. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, and i’m sorry you had to suffer on account of my actions.”

you nuzzled against him, allowing yourself to relax and release all of your anger and sorrow and rage as he held you. after all this time, you finally felt like you could breathe, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you could see the world clearly again.

“i’ll make it up to you, i swear it,” he whispered fiercely. “and even then, if you’re still furious with me, i’ll understand and i’ll leave you alone for good… like you wanted.”

you sat back and lifted your head to meet his gaze, eyes just as glossy as yours probably were. “i’ll let you explain, loki. i’ll give you that chance, but if you ever do something like that to me again, if you deceive me in any way, as the god of mischief or as loki odinson, i’m done. do you understand?”

he nodded quickly as if scolded, which he essentially was, and raised his hands to your cheeks, his palms cool against your heated skin. “i understand. i’m not betraying your trust ever again, you have my word.”

your lips twitched slightly as a small smile threatened to break through. “for now, though… could you just hold me for a while?”

his cheeks pulled up in a sweet smile, eyes crinkling at the corners in pure relief. this was his second chance and he wasn’t about to fuck it up. not with you, not this time.

“absolutely,” he replied, tugging you back against his chest and lowering the two of you onto the bed, his arm wrapped snuggly around your waist. “i’m here for as long as you want me.”

you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him that you had missed so much, the real thing in front of you rather than an old shirt or pillowcase. a genuine smile stretched across your lips at having him in your arms again, the reminder of your heartbreak temporarily shoved to the back of your mind as you relished in his presence.

“how about forever?” you asked.

you practically heard the smile in his voice as he answered, “sounds good to me, darling.”

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boldlyvoid · 1 year

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Meet me in the Library | n.w

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Summary: Nancy finds out that the reader had a special night with Robin and wants to take a spin for herself

Warnings: semi-public sex, mentions of previous stancy Jancy and eddie/nancy encounters, fingering, dirty talk, dom!nancy, mommy kink, only the reader gets off in this

word count: 2.5k

“There’s no way,” Nancy gasped, wishing she could see Robin's face over the phone as she explained what happened the night prior.

“I’m not kidding, we had sex and she wants to do it again sometime,” Robin explains further. “God, I can’t wait to rub it in Eddie’s face that I got to fuck her first.”

“I’m going to have to make a move then, too,” Nancy feels a twinge of jealousy spread throughout her body, for which girl she’s not sure, she just knows it’s there.

“Not satisfied with Steve anymore?” Robin teases her.

She sighs, “you have no idea how boring it is when you’re also a dom, he wants to be in control but so do I and then we just end up hate fucking, it’s annoying.”

“Sex with men, in general, is probably annoying,” Robin sympathizes. “I’m just glad I never had to pretend at all, I think I would’ve died if I had to fuck a man, even once.”

“Some are good, like Eddie,” Nancy lets it slip.

“Excuse me?” She can hear Nancy sit right up, almost screaming down the line. “Since when?”

“Last week after movie night, I stayed back to help him clean up after Steve took you two home and one thing led to another and suddenly I had him cuffed to the bed and used him like a dildo.”

“Holy shit,” Robin can’t believe it. “I never would’ve seen that coming.”

“He called me mommy,” she can’t help but smirk, “it was really good.”

“This isn’t helping my fear that he’ll take Y/N from me,” Robin sighs. “You can’t take her either? Promise me you won’t fall in love with her or something?”

“I won’t,” Nancy promises. “Did you tell her you like her? Does she know you want to be with her?”

“Yeah,” she sighs and tosses her head back against the pillow. “She said she thinks she likes girls too… we kissed a few times and it was nice but I think I should give her some time to think about it before I bombard her with questions about dating me.”

“True,” Nancy agrees. “Can I hook up with her? Maybe then she’ll know for sure she’s into girls and if she likes you and how gentile you are?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, do what you want.”

Thats all Nancy needed.

The next morning at work she decides to write their little friend a note. “Meet me in the Library - Nancy” she added a few hearts and stuck it to Y/N files for the day, knowing she would rush through them to come and see her next door.

she’s in the basement of the Library working on the archives and doing research most days, always completely alone, unless Y/N came down to have lunch with her. She was used to no one bothering her there, and it was basically soundproof with all the books absorbing any noise made down there… it was a perfect spot for her to come onto them and an even better spot if something came of it.

Sure enough, Y/N makes her way down to the library with a smile and a pep in her step, “hey, nance.”

“Hey, cutie,” she uses the group's nickname for her, it fits so well. “How are you?”

“Good, how are you?” She came right over and hugged Nancy where she sat, even kissing the top of her head sweetly.

“Great now… I was getting a little lonely there,” Nancy tries to play off just how much the small amount of affection means to her.

“Well, I’m here now,” she takes a seat beside her. “What did you need me to do?”

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to talk to you… I talked to Robin last night,” she slips it in not so casually, she wasn’t the best at gradually getting somewhere she was a straight to the point kinda gal… it’s the only area where she’s straight.

“You did?” She panics slightly. “What, uh, what all did she tell you?”

“That you guys fooled around, I’m just seeing if she’s telling the truth, you know, 'cause the boys had a bet on who would get to sleep with you first and she kinda won… I need to be a good judge.”

“They did?” She’s so caught off guard by that. “Do all of you want to have sex with me or something?”

Nancy nods, “Basically… I mean, I’d like to get my hands on you before the boys do. I think it would be funny to know that me and Robin made you cum and they probably won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Oh, honey,” she pet’s Y/N’s head gently. “You have no idea how selfish boys are… I came probably twice my whole relationship with Jonathan. They just don’t care that much about getting us off.”

“Oh,” she can barely breathe with Nancy so close. “I uh, I like cumming… and I think I really like girls who can make me cum.”

Nancy all but growls, the noise leaving her through was absolutely feral for her, “I’d very much like to—

“Right now?”

“Right now,” Nancy confirms as she stands with Y/N’s hand now in hers. “Follow me,” she explains, hauling her up and towards the back corner and against a shelf.

She looks into Nancy’s deep blue eyes and then down to her lips as she crowds her in the corner. Hands-on her hips, making their way up her waist, stopping just under her boobs, all while Nancy cups her face in her hands and leans in. Their first kiss is flawless, perfectly soft and wonderfully new. She settles back against the bookshelf, Nancy pressed against her chest as the kiss heats up, she slots her thigh right between Y/N’s legs and grinds against her.

Y/N moans slightly, hands roaming Nancy’s back as she holds her close. Her tongue is so soft in her mouth, she tastes like spearmint gum and freedom, it’s intoxicating. One of Nancy’s hands slowly makes its way down her neck and over her boob where she takes the plunge and starts to massage her, her other hand now in Y/N’s hair and gripping tight. It’s a little rough but mostly gentile, hot and sweet and wonderful, she can’t help melting under Nancy’s touch.

Nancy kisses the side of her mouth and all the way down her neck while she works on the buttons of Y/N’s shirt, exposing more skin and covering her in kisses. Y/N moans her name, gripping Nancy’s shoulders and trying to get even closer to her. Nancy hikes her shirt up and slots her own slack-clad leg between Y/N’s legs for her to grind on.

“Sound so pretty,” Nancy coos right in her ear, taking the lobe between her teeth gently. She kisses the pulse point right under her ear, sucking gently so she’ll moan again. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long… I knew you’d be so reactive and good for me.”

She grips into Nancy’s fancy tip a bit too tight, worried her nails will cause a run in the fabric but also wishing they were closer… naked… and in her bedroom… “please, please, Nancy?”

“Please what, baby girl? Hm? Use your words,” her breath is hot against Y/N’s neck, turning her on even more. Nancy pulls back and smiles at her, “say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she says in a volume just above a whisper, staring back into Nancy’s eyes and then down to her lips. “With your fingers… please?”

Nancy groans, “oh, I never thought I’d hear such filthy words come out of your pretty mouth.”

She pulls up Y/N’s skirt even more, balling it up and making her hold it herself, displaying her pretty pink panties with a dark wet patch forming… Nancy runs her middle finger over it with a smirk, lightly teasing her at first before she presses her middle finger in and rubs Y/N’s clit over her panties.

Y/N tosses her head back, hitting the wooden bookshelf a bit too hard but she doesn’t give a fuck, “oh my god Nancy, right there.”

“Can I go inside, baby?” She asks, making her beg again.

“Please, please? I need you,” she sounds so desperate, and Nancy revels in it.

Nancy slips her fingers under the fabric and glides her middle finger along her slit, pressing in and rubbing at her clit almost immediately. In soft little circles just to get the feel of things, to guide her into it… Nancy watches as Y/N leans her head back against the bookshelf with a groan, eyes wires shut and mouth agape, trying to be quiet but it felt too fucking good.

“You like that, don’t you, sweet girl?” Nancy coos, rubbing her clit a little more with the pads of her fingers, gathering up all her slick as she does so, making the most delicious noises. “You’re so fucking wet for me…”

Y/N whimpers, legs trembling as she tries to remain upright, “c-can you… can you—

“Say it, baby,” Nancy teases, toying with her. “Use your words, I know you can do it…”

She looks right at Nancy, fucked out and making the sweetest eye contact with the softest face, “c-can we kiss?” She asks, bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“one condition,” Nancy stops all her movements and presses her chest against Y/N’s, staring at her softly she explains, “I promised Robin you wouldn’t leave this in love with me.”

She shakes her head, “I won’t… I-I know this is just sex, it’s supposed to be a fun thing you can do with friends… right?”

“That’s right, princess,” Nancy gives her such a proud smile, “you’ve gotta know the boys wanna fuck you too… but I’m so fucking blessed you let me in before them.”

“technically you’re not in, you’re just in the general vicinity,” she teases, grinding her hips down against Nancy’s hand, playfully.

“That what you want?” Nancy whispers, ghosting her lips along Y/N’s jaw on her way over to her ear, all while two fingers slip inside. Y/N whimpers again, melting in her touch. “Not so funny now, are you?”

“Fuck me, please?” She begs, gripping onto Nancy’s back like her life depended on it, hiking one leg up to wrap around her and give her better access to her cunt.

Nancy’s free hand grips Y/N’s thigh, feeling up to her ass and having a good squeeze, spreading her cheeks a bit and making her moan as she fucked her harder, “wish we were in my bed,” Y/N says aloud this time. “Wanna, fuck, wanna be naked with you…”

“That so?” Nancy kisses her cheek, breathing heavily against her, both in excitement and from the workout, she was getting on her arm, finger fucking Y/N with a passion. “Wanna invite Robin too?”

She whimpers again, nodding ever so pathetically, “please… she’s so soft, not, holy fuck, not like this…”

“She loves you, that’s why,” Nancy teases. “I think you’re fun, pretty as fuck, don’t get me wrong, but you’re a plaything… I’m just lucky she shared you with me. Maybe we should share you together, sometime…”

“Please, please, mommy,” she whines, louder than she wanted to be, neither of them cared anymore. The sounds her pussy was making were obscene enough, the moans were just a bonus.

Nancy’s on fire with power, smirking like the devil as she curls her fingers and aligns her palm with Y/N’s clit, making it feel even better. She remembers the last time Y/N begged and how she hasn’t kissed her yet… she’s so pretty, so fucking blissed out on her fingers as her head leans back against the bookshelf.

Nancy runs her tongue along her throat, bringing her back to focus, still smiling, “close, pretty girl?”

She nods like her head is on a spring, drunk with pleasure, she can barely speak, she just moans. “You can, but…” Nancy kisses the side of her mouth, using her free hand now to cup her cheek and hold her in place, “I’m gonna kiss you and you’re going to moan into my mouth so the librarians don’t know you’re a whore, kay?”

She nods again and Nancy slows down her movements, “what was that?”

“Yes,” she whispers, but Nancy stops completely. Triggering her to bring back Nancy’s new title, “Yes mommy, sorry mommy, I wanna cum so bad.”

“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” Nancy groans, picking up the pace again and fucking her with a passion. Her panties are soaked, Nancy’s hand is wet up to her wrist and she’s pretty sure her fingers are all pruned on that hand, but it’s so fucking worth it.

Nancy, still holding her face, caresses her cheek with her thumb. Y/N’s mouth still hung open, breathing heavily and moaning lightly, Nancy slips her tongue right in there. Making out with her which gives Y/N permission to cum anytime now, and she’s so close. She grinds against Nancy’s motions, sucking on her tongue, feeling her tits pressed up against her chest… it’s all so much that her thighs start to tremble and that delicious heat she chases alone most nights starts to spread through her.

She does get louder, Nancy was right, making out would mask it, but not by much. She cums so hard she feels like she might fall over, but Nancy is there to catch her so it's fine, she just lets go.

It feels like it lasts forever, and even when it’s over, Nancy doesn’t pull out right away, she simply kisses down Y/N’s neck and whispers sweet encouragements. That’s my girl, so pretty on my fingers, you did so well for me, baby…

Y/N’s barely able to stand on her own two feet, Nancy knows that, so she pulls her fingers out slowly and carefully and helps the two of them down to the carpeted floor. She sits down and Y/N slumps onto her almost immediately, resting her face on Nancy’s shoulder, like she wants a hug, but Nancy only had one clean hand, she couldn’t hold her properly.

“hold on,” Nancy pushes her back and pulls some tissues out of her pockets, ever the planner, she knew this was going to happen. She cleans her hand off and opens her arms again, letting her flop right back.

She holds her softly this time, soothing her hands down her back, “how do you feel?”

“Dreading having to go back up to work…”

Nancy laughs, “I’m doing research all afternoon, you can sit with me, you don’t have to do anything but I’ll tell them you did?”

“Okay,” she agrees with a sigh. “Can I have just a few more minutes?” She holds her tighter, not ready to let go.

Nancy smiles, “of course, sweet girl. You can have as long as you want.”

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lifehunted · 5 months

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Maybe there was an ending out there where Darda could've succeeded. Killed Marika himself, taken up the mantle of the Frenzied Lord. Burned it all down, every bit of it, this disgusting and loathesome world that his family had set into ruin. Finally brought everything toward unity and peace within the ashes, if nothing more.

But this was not that ending, and he had not won. Darda was here, in the evergaol set for he and he alone, the true hero of this story sneering over him.

A watchful eye was kept steeled upon him- the single and sole eye left between the two of them, laughably enough. Keziah was armed, as he was no fool, but his sword was not drawn. He knows full well that Darda no longer has anything left to lose, nothing to gain in overpowering him.

"Ranni sure was generous enough to make a place for you. There's worse places to spend the rest of eternity than these gaols, that's for sure."

Darda's scorched eye sockets scrunched at the corners. Bemusement? Ridicule? Perhaps cynical disgust, or a mix of all this. He doesn't really give a shit about Keziah, but Ranni has always been more than enough conniving trouble. Before he can manage some comment toward this end, though, Keziah finally draws his weapon- no, it's a different one, a sword he's never seen the man wield before.

There's a distinct, holy glow to it. An odd, unmistakeable thrum of power. Keziah turns the blade over in his dragon-clawed hands, admiring it himself.

"... This is all that's left of Radagon. Marika too. But... I have no use for it, I think."

The glowing blade is tossed onto the grass before Darda, thumping where it lay. The larger man tilts his head toward the sound, instinctive, and after a moment he reaches for it.

... It's warm. Alive. No, perhaps that's just the hum of latent power, still coursing through the sword-corpse. A sorry state for Radagon, that's for sure. But again, it's still...

His mother. The god, the woman. The stranger he'd never known. Is this truly all that's left of such a legendary being?

....

Carefully, the sword is pulled toward himself. Cradled into his arms. A laugh, hoarse and mirthless, finally escapes him.

"And you're just giving it to me? After all this? My, you are a bleeding heart, aren't you. Gifting your ferocious prisoner a god-sword."

Keziah shrugs, roll of the shoulders. The smile he bears is also without warmth.

"You've got no reason to use it. Even if you manage to escape, there's nothing left. You've lost." And... well. He sure won't voice it. But as much as he detests this man, for almost ripping away what little Keziah himself has left. He does pity him, too. Can't say his intentions were altruistic, but at the least... he sympathizes.

....

And besides. It's terribly difficult for a man to kill himself, imprisoned, without at least some sharp manner of instrument.

"You will never leave here again, for as long as you live. Perhaps even past that. The very least I can offer is to return the body of your mother to you."

Darda sneers, lips pulling back until teeth bared. But he does, indeed, hold the weapon closer. His only company, it seems. What a shame.

"... Ranni's full of shit. She doesn't know the way ahead any more than the rest of us. A right shame."

Keziah rolls his eye. Unperturbed, he steps back, and begins to turn away. One single wave of a hand.

"Enjoy the rest of your sorry life, Darda. The good thing about almost everyone dead, at least, is there'll be almost no one to miss you."

His form fizzles out of the confines of the gaol, and he disappears. There's only the faint rumbling of the prison's magic, now. Darda sinks against the grass, cold and unwelcoming.

"... Ha. Hahaha. Well... good a time as any to catch up, isn't it? Mother."

The sword is silent.

#art #writing #darda #keziah #elden ring oc #dances ive been wanting to get this done for weeks now

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anotherrosesthatfell · 4 months

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I honestly never make Alive angst opinion on everyone- 💀 (or if I did, then I forgot 💀) so let's go. I will also change some of his old opinion to new one because Cherry and I uncovered the dark side of Angst

Sunflower Au belong to @abloomingsunflower / @itzcherrybonbon

His personality explanation:

Angst is quiet and mysterious man. No one actually hang out with him expect for Gradient. (Plus Angst is depressing 💀)

He is a bookworm and very intelligent. Angst never reveal his full power unless he snapped.

Appearance:

He wear royal clothing in some occasions but mostly wear comfy clothing. On his daily life, you can see he wearing a red scarf and pairs of black earrings.

Magic/Power:

This dude is stronger than corrupted Nightmare. Only in E.L.A of course- yet, he never use his full power.

Angst power is almost alike to E.L.A Lily. His power is 10/10, second strongest after Dream. Even if Palette and Lux awaken their true form, Angst is still stronger.

Other than that, he has the ability to see ghosts even memories from the past when he touch an old object (or a person)

His opinion on people he knows

Adult

Dream

"Dream Light, the king of sun. Rumours says he committed many crimes years ago by letting the wars to happen. How did I know it? Well, let's just say I have little friends to tell me."

Ink

"Ink Comyet or her now name, Ink Light. Hmm.... Honestly this woman has another last name but I don't think I should mention it. She drinks to forget her loveless marriage. How sad..."

Swap/Blue

"The ex royal guard. He was very useful to the light kingdom. Sadly, father took his power away... This is why people sometimes should live quietly."

Hope

"The last witch of this generation or should I say the current Queen of witches? People think witches extinct but there are many of them, hiding and not knowing their abilities... Hope, she know witches are hiding but she didn't do a thing about it. All she said was 'it's better to move on'... ... But I am more interested about the revengeful spirit watching her."

Error

"the destroyer and the man who lose his wife. I am not fond of him and him too, hating me."

Alphonse (corrupted nightmare)

"I hate father."

Killer

"mother... I don't sympathize with mother at all. It feels bored to do it... Mother has the witch to support her."

Cross

"the babysitter, he had a crush on mother until he met Albedo. Hmm, I remember he used to protect mother and us from the abused... I don't like him after knowing what he has done to the king of light kingdom. He don't even know Lux is his daughter."

Dust

"A pawn of father. I am surprised she didn't run away with Swap when she had the chance... Stupid woman, she could live a happy life but instead she chose to stay."

Horror

"the most sympathetic man I know... I like to eat his cooking."

Albedo

"That Albedo guy, I seen him carries many sins in his back. His emotions are overwhelming and lots of negativity.."

Ship children

Palette

"a bothersome hero. Why grandma chose this weak boy to be a protagonist... He is nothing but a scared little kid. How annoying..."

Goth

"she live a quiet happy life. I am jealous, really. She somehow is able to sealed her ability to see spirits but that can't stop her curse of having a deadly touch."

Lux

"Ah yes, the antagonist of 'Palette story'. Can you believe it? A little girl who were abandoned by her parents and isolated from the world, was chosen to be the antagonist... Isn't it a sad reality? Yet, she is very intelligent which is I like it."

Merciless

"My heart dropped when I found out my dear little brother is the sidekick of the antagonist. Hmm... Well I don't mind it, he is strong one. I believe he do well to destroy this dammed world."

Crescent

"My 'twin brother'. I am ashamed to have someone like him to be my brother... He believes in whatsoever God and he is in love with Palette, someone who is younger than him... Love is love my ass.. All he love is the ideal of having Palette."

Artemis - @abloomingsunflower

"My little sister is the sidekick of the protagonist. Sad reality isn't it? Now my little brother has to fight our naive little sister. I wonder when will there's a timeline where she found out I know how many times she died. I want to laugh thinking about it, I hope she will start to live quietly when she found out."

Gradient

"My 'friend'. It's not like I love his attention or affection anyway, I just got used to him. Since he made me feels like this, he should take the responsibility."

Paperjam

"I don't know much about her. Gradient only says the same thing over and over again. Luckily, a silly ghost told me she has a crush on Crescent."

Spirits

Nim

"grandma can be nice sometime but mostly she just complain about her old life. It was nice when she sang a lullaby."

Passive nightmare

"The revengeful spirit who is guiding Lux and watching over Hope. He is the one my father hate the most... He look nothing like Merciless. If father open his eye, Merciless face resemble mother. He is a bit annoying and lose himself while playing this useless game."

Lanny

"The Queen of magic. She has no descendant to manage her kingdom. Now the magical kingdom is nothing but forest for remaining mystical creatures."

Quetzalcoatl

"He hates my father for taking over his kingdom and manages it badly."

Bonus (what if!)

Vivi - @canon-vi

"the daughter of Dream and Ink. She is not on Palette side rather on Merciless and Lux side. It was a nice sight. Just image having your own sister to choose people who killed you... Artemis can relate to that."

Starcross

"he was an annoying brat but I'll be glad to educate him some manners. Maybe I should let him know that he is capable of taking Palette's power."

Callisto

"The child of Hope and Dream. He has a very handsome face and very respectful despite hating me. Pfft, I like to see this now prince of witches capable of."

Tasya - @canon-vi

"Ah, Hope died because of her? Hmm... She has a little elemental magic such as to grow plants unfortunately she don't realize it yet. I should lend her some witchcraft books."

Shelki - @canon-vi

"A petty little ghost told me this little one got a deadly kiss as her curse. She can't see spirits that well... It should stay like that or else I'll to take action."

Lily

"she's a very interesting little one. Unfortunately, I must hate her actions on making my dear little brother traumatized. She can torture Palette as much as she want but she should never touch my little brother... And I will make her regret it."

#evil lux au #angst sans #undertale au #ship child #a sunflower in full bloom au #dream sans #ink sans #passive nightmare sans #corrupted nightmare sans #dust sans #horror sans #swap sans #Lux sans #merciless sans #crescent sans #Artemis sans #palette sans #lily sans #LilyLunætic

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once-in-a-blood-moon · 6 months

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Trick or treat!!

Solomon with MC's first time celebrating Halloween in the devildom (dressed up in costumes) and Sol is like "Halloween in Devildom is definitely much more fun! considering actual ghosts and ghouls are here" and MC actually gets scared lmao

Love your writings btw!! 🧡

Hi-hi! Thank you, I'm glad you like what I do! 🫶 Once again, the spinner gods were gracious, so you get a treat! Whoo! This turned out a little longer than I expected, but I do hope you enjoy!! 👻

Small warning of slightly gory depictions. Nothing major, but just in case!

Solomon x GN! reader

Halloween in the Devildom

“Come on, you look great!”

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not a matter of me looking great or not. It’s a matter of this being my first Halloween away from the human realm.”

About thirty days prior, you were disheartened when you spoke to Solomon that you’d have to miss the spooky festivities with your friends back home. He had sympathized and suggested he take you out to a small Halloween festival that was being held in one of the districts within the Devildom. And while the Devildom was spooky enough all year round, you were a bit nervous as to what to expect from demons trying to celebrate a human holiday.

Solomon nods at your hesitance. “I understand that this is a little different than what you’ve done in previous years, but I’ll make sure to stay by your side the entire night.” A small reassuring smile stretches on his lips. “I promise. We’ll have a lot of fun tonight - just you and I.”

The festival was in full swing, and it was quite lively at that. Many decorations scattered the sidewalks; there were carved pumpkins, large stringy webs that hung between lampposts, and assorted strands of colored lights, purple and orange, which reached from one end of the street to the other twinkled above your heads - to name a few. There were chattering crowds, various smells of food stalls that provided warm drinks and spooky treats, and the sounds of demons playing Halloween carnival-like games at the many booths that had been set up.

Solomon made sure to walk at your pace as you eyed everything that the Devildom had taken inspiration from the human realm traditions. Even he was impressed by the dedication and planning that went into this festival.

“So, what do you think? Not as bad once you’re out?” He questioned, leaning towards you so you could hear him over all the ruckus.

No, it wasn’t bad. It was certainly an exciting festival. The decorations and crowds were to be expected. However, the costumes… While you and Solomon chose the usual mildly spooky tropes often seen worn in the human realm, many of the demons went all out. Some of them used magic to create horrifying illusions along with their costumes, most of which were gory. You couldn’t count the number of times you saw the beating heart in the chest of a random demon on the street. The holiday of Halloween is a familiar part of human culture, but the way the demons dressed up for the occasion was almost a culture shock - or just a shock in general.

You kept your attention on the sights around you as you finally spoke. “It’s certainly something…”

Just then, you both pass by a booth that encourages those who play to throw an object at the target to dunk the demon sitting above a tank of water. The object in question was the apparatus of a severed head which belonged to the ghost running the game. You lurch forward slightly at the sight of demons waiting in line, laughing, rather than being greatly disturbed by the fact they are flinging the head of some random dead guy.

Solomon notices your wide-eyed stare, and he steps in your line of vision to hide the game behind him. Concerned about your well-being, he gently grabs your shoulders, trying to calm down your nerves, and perhaps, queasy stomach.

“Hey. We can leave if you don’t feel comfortable. There’s no shame in that.”

Your eyes refocus on him as you try to ground yourself after seeing such a shocking scene. “Uh…maybe that would be best. Yeah, okay.”

He offers you a comforting smile, showing no judgment on your decision. With consideration of your jumpy state, he takes your hand and leads you through some side streets that are empty to get away from the festival. Once you're both in the clear, now with only the sounds of your shoes on the cobblestone, Solomon speaks up.

“So, how about we go back to Purgatory Hall and watch some scary movies? We could invite Simeon and Luke to watch some with us.” He chuckles mischievously. “It might even be fun to see Luke all scared, am I right?”

Songs: What’s a Girl To Do? ~ Bat for Lashes, Necromancin Dancin ~ Bear Ghost, Transylvanian Concubine ~ Rasputina

#trick or treat event #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #jo writes #oh...looking at the prompt now i may have gone off the rails...oops #i promise i read it beforehand!#i still hope it's enjoyable #✨ or maybe it's just the anxiety talking and it's fine ✨

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