#PLEASE watch succesion | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

minhosimthings · 5 months

Text

Chocolate Sauce

Synopsis: In which you lick Jake's abs and leave a very angry Jake with hickeys on his stomach

Pairings: Bf!idol!Jake × fem!idol!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering, reader licks Jake's abs, oral (f and m), overstimulation, rough sex, mean dom Jake, sub reader, swearing, mention of food, choking, angry sex (meow)

A/N: GUESS WHO DROOLED WHILE WATCHING JAKE DO THE GUILTY CHALLENGE. THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE. So blame Jake not me because bitch had to do that shit on my period. I wanna touch those abs so bad it's actually so bad I hate myself. Anyways, enjoy this shitpost y'all peace.

Sim Jaeyun never failed to amaze you. Even as your boyfriend of three years, about whom you knew probably everything about, he always was succesful in pissing you off, or worse, riling you up. And sometimes when both of the phenomenons happened at the same time, it was a time of bliss for Jake.

"What the fuck Jayeun?" You threw your head back to look at your boyfriend, on whose thigh you were currently sleeping. He looked handsome as ever, hair all messy and fluffy, with the usual grin imprinted on his face. "What happened baby?" He pouted as you got up from his thigh and sat in front of him. "Please tell me I did not just see you acting like a whore on stage right now on my for you page." Jake turned his head sideways, an adorable thing he did when he was confused, and peeked into your phone. A devilish smirk formed on his face as he saw what was causing your current state of distress. "Oh that?" He mused, leaning back against the bedframe, "Yeah I did the Guilty challenge. Pretty good right? You know, Riki was saying my dancing impro-" "I don't give a fuck about the dancing Sim Jayeun." You cut him off, eyes faltering at the way he was looking at you, "I'm talking about the way you literally just showed your abs to every fucking person in that room."

To say that you were jealous was an understatement. Of course Jake had officially taken a pledge that he would never show his abs to anyone except you. And you remembered that the pledge also included not showing it to engenes.

"Aww." Jake cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your chest, "Is my girl jealous?" Resisting the urge to kiss his strawberry lips, you decided to pick up your phone and scroll through your reels, completely ignoring your boyfriend.

"Come on baby-" Jake smirked, leaning closer to your face, "-you know you can't resist me for more than five minutes." His last words were finished in almost a rough whisper, which knocked you off your wind. "I'll forgive you if you do one thing for me." You finally responded, sitting up straight and crossing your arms. "Order away, princess." Jake cocked his head to the left, smirk ever omnipresent on his stupidly handsome face.

"Let me lick your abs."

You didn't know whether it was out of pure shock, or pure embarrassment that Jake choked on air, but he did and accidentally smacked you in the head. "Jake!" You rubbed the back of your head with your hand. "You wanna do what now?" He spoke in a unusually grave voice, looking at you with bedroom eyes.

"Sim Jayeun I think I said it clear enough." You scoffed, "I want to lick your abs. If you don't wanna do it, that's fine I guess." You shrugged your shoulders and leaned back against the bedframe, getting back to your phone. "Alright then." Jake got up swiftly from the bed, and moved out of the room, walking a pace faster than usual. You tried not to think much about it, as you scrolled through the reels again, your fingers distracting you from wherever Jake was, until you heard the sound of your fridge bang close.

"Jake what are you doing?" You quizzed as Jake walked in, a bottle held tightly in his hands. He plummeted down next to you on the bed, and leaned in, giving you a tiny peck on the cheek. "Here." He nudged the bottle into your hand, forcing you to drop your phone into your lap, which he immediately took and hid in the bedside drawer. "Jaeyun!" You reached for your phone, trying to climb over him, "Give me my phone back." "Not until you read the label of that bottle baby."

You rolled your eyes and took the bottle in your eyes, peering to read the lable written in big glittery letters. "Chocolate Sauce?" You sniggered, "What the fuck do you want me to do with it?"

"Well I figured-" Jake popped open the cap of the bottle, "-since it's not pancake season and you don't use it for anything, why don't you lick it off of my abs?"

Your eyes widened at Jake, as he leaned back further, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. For perhaps the first time in the entire evening, you noticed how truly scrumptious Jake looked in messy hair. "Jak-" "oh come on princess." Jake leaned closer to your ear, "I know you want to do it so bad like the slut you are."

His rough voice made your legs shiver. Jake had unbuttoned his shirt already, giving you a full display of his carved chest and abs. You held out a hand to stroke it, but Jake was quick to grab it with his. "Not until you lick them baby." He let go of your hand, "Are you scared princess?"

You meekly shook your head, and removed your shirt faster than Jake could blink an eyes. He slid a hand behind to your back, fingers searching to unclasp your bra. "Or should we leave it on?" Jake removed his hand from scratching your upper back, "I wanna see those nice tits bounce around in that cute little fabric which isn't hiding shit by the way." He leaned over to kiss your cheek again, "You could have asked for something new you know. Would have loved to buy you something in pink."

You took the open Hershey's bottle in your hand, and took a deep breath before turning it upside down and letting the gooey liquid come out, drizzling over Jake's abs. Jake let out a wince as it touched his skin, probably from the cold temp of the sauce. Anything for his princess though, he thought, enduring the cold grip.

"It doesn't hurt does it?" You spoke, uncertainty grazing your tone, "Maybe I should get-" "shh princess." Jake cooed at you, lifting a hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb, "Just lick them nothing hurts." His strict tone made you falter again, as you licked your lips, leaning over his body as he settled himself in the bed.

You moved towards his abs, taking in how beautiful they looked under the brown sauce. Lowering your tongue to them, you glanced up at Jake. His eyes were closed, and his eyelids were barely moving. As dead as a fish, you thought.

"Ooh princess-" Jake let out a moan, as your tongue touched his abs. You didn't know if it was the fact that the it was probably expired, or the fact that you were licking it off of Jake's belly, but man did the sauce taste good. You really didn't have a taste for sweet things, preferring your coffee bitter and your waffles without honey. But oh god, did sugar taste good when you were licking it off of Jake's belly, your tongue dying to have a taste of his cock.

"Mm-babe-ah fuck." Jake moaned, his voice grasping for more as he traced your hair with his fingers, unconsciously gripping them harder. Your tongue moved swiftly across the board of Jake's tummy, your fingers digging into the sides of his abdomen, desperately searching for more. You could feel the bulge in Jake's pants, rubbing against your belly as you leaned further in, mouth almost begging to have a taste of your favourite poison A thin line of sweat decorated your brow, as you closed your eyes, sinking into Jake's muttered words. "Mine. All mine." He mumbled in between sweet moans. Drunk on the feathery touch of your tongue on his skin, as it moved slowly, licking up all the sticky sweet substance, he didn't even notice that he was pressing your head further and further down. "J-Jake." "Shut up and go suck my cock right now." He commanded, making you whimper as you wiped off the chocolate from your mouth. You had never seen Jake like this before, eyes akin to a wolf filled with desperate hunger.

You quickly unbuttoned Jake's pants, hands fumbling as you did, while he looked on at your figure, all trembling. He loved seeing you like this, like a lamb going off to the slaughter house. It heightened his ego greatly, seeing his princess be so obedient towards him.

You pull his jeans down and mouth at his clothed dick. You began to suck the tip and run your tongue over the slit. You loved the taste of him in your mouth. He was heavy and warm. "Fuck your mouth feels so good." Jake moaned out, his hand resting on the top of your head. You take more into your mouth and you deep throat him. He touched the back of your throat before you looked at him to start fucking your face. He pulls out before slamming back in. He does this a few times as you sputter around him. You weren't expecting him to be so hard to take as he fucked your throat. He moved against your mouth as you sucked him for everything he had. You wanted him to cum in your mouth. He pressed deeper in your throat as you gripped his thighs in hopes of him letting up.

"Fucking hell, you are such a slut." Jake chuckles as he pulls out, to see your mouth coated in his cum. "Just for you." You pant, wiping your mouth with the towel Jake handed you. "Hmm" Jake groaned, moving slightly to make space for you to rest in his arms. "...'m love you princess." He mumbled as you drifted off into sleep.

"L/N Y/N you are in big trouble." Jake's puppy eyes appeared on the screen of your phone, as you picked up the call. "You know usually people greet their partners with a 'hey babe' or a 'i love you till death'." You giggled, moving on with your laundry. Thank god it was the holidays and your members weren't there to annoy you about Jake, you thought as you slammed the washing machine door close and returned to your boyfriend's angry face. "Y/N I swear to God-" Jake sighed, plopping into a chair, "Do you know how much my stylist scolded me today? And do you wanna know the reason why?" Although you already knew what was going to come out of Jake's mouth, you decided to play innocent, wanting to make him more angry. You did always love when he was angry.

"Why baby?" You pouted, widening your eyes and setting your phone down on the table, at a mischievous angle. "You know why princess." Jake's angry tone came through again, "For all the marks you left on my stomach yesterday? They wanted to put me in a crop top today like all the members but instead, because of you, I had to stay in a fucking jacket." "Hmm" you shrugged your shoulders, "sad." You spoke, before cutting the call abruptly. You giggled in response to nobody's joke as you hopped off of the kitchen counter and opened up the fridge to find something to eat, waiting eagerly for Jake to get back home.

Anger was an emotion which was a rarity for Jake. Even when he did get angry, it would usually be playful anger, with Niki or Jay. But somehow you managed to piss him off to his guts, and as he rode in the car, with Sunghoon side eyeing his furrowed face, he thought of all the ways he could punish you as soon as he got home and layed his hands on your body.

"Ah fuck it." You curse as you burn your toast, having left it on the stove for too long. You had wasted a lot of time admiring yourself in front of the mirror, tracing your eyes over the pretty bra you wore, one of Jake's favourites. And now, as you silently waited for your boyfriend to come home, fumbling with the straps of your bra, you wondered what he was going to do to you.

The keyhole clicked twice at the sound of a key being pushed in. You barely had time to get any words out of your mouth as Jake can stomping in, a dark expression clouding his face. There was little time to brace yourself for Jake's next move. You're pressed against the wall before you can protest, although you wouldn’t dare object to this.

“You love when I make you feel good, don’t you baby? Who’s my good girl?” And that’s what did it for you, your eyes rolled back and you tightened around his fingers, but Jake wasn’t taking just that response this evening. He put his fingers in your mouth, and he asked again with raised eyebrows, “What was that? Who’s my good girl?” His fingers lingered down to your throat, applying just enough pressure so that you could still talk. “Yours, only yours” you replied. He nibbled your ear, smirk still prevalent on his face. He whispered in your ear once more,

Jake grips the backs of your thighs and lifts you up, wedging your hips with his own, keeping you steady. A new hardness presses against your core as he juts his hips into you, pure instinct taking over his movements. His cock twitches in his jeans - he needs to watch his cock sink into you, to watch your face contort in bliss when he bottoms out in your pussy. The friction on your swelling clit was rough and warm, with Jake's cock perfectly nestled atop your drenched slit. Each rough push shot pleasure through your core, but it wasn’t enough for your aching cunt.

He moves the two of you to the couch and putting you on your hands and knees before pulling your pants down. He played with your thong before pulling them off too. His tongue goes straight into your little hole which causes you to scream. He tongue fucks you for a little bit before moving up to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth which has you pushing back on his mouth. Jake continues until you are almost there but he stops.

"No-Jake." You whine, jutting out your bottom lip. "You don't get to fucking cum until I say so, got it?" Jake growls, making you whimper and sink into the couch.

He presses his cock to your hole and presses inside. The stretch felt like it would never end. As he pressed in, you felt full already and he was not even half way in. You moan as Jake whispers about you being his whore and that he isn't going to let you go. He keeps fucking up into you with fever and the only thing you could do was to take it. You had no choice with how good he was fucking you.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, totally entranced by the way your pussy warped with his size, swallowing his cock into your soft walls. He bucked his hips on instinct and struck you deeper. You cried softly against your hand, trying to quiet yourself when the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

With another set of thrusts you became undone around him, clenching down onto Jake's cock, letting out a high-pitched moan as your orgasm flowed through you. Jake hissed through his teeth at the warm, fluttering sensation, satisfied at your soft moans falling out of your slacked mouth.

"Attagirl, just keep goin'," Jake said sweetly, pulling and pushing your hips in the same rhythm as before. The overstimulation took you over and left you whimpering, sending soft pleas of slow down, it's too much, to your boyfriend.

Your sweet pussy clenched around him and he rubbed your clit as he bounced you up and down on his dick. You got closer and closer before you climaxed. It felt as if you were drowning. You could only scream as Sam doubled his efforts and you orgasmed again. "Jake please-I"

"One more princess, just one more," he says before thrusting harder. He thrusts one last time before spilling into you. His orgasm triggered yours and you squirted a lot onto his lap. He looked down and smiled at his achievement.

"You look so fucking hot right now," He said as he kissed your neck again. "Jake, I don't think I can go another round." "Don't worry sweetheart, I know you can." He said before circling your clit.

You arch your back as his fingers slip inside of you, along side his dick. He pulled out but left his fingers in. He played with the cum inside as he fucked you with his fingers. He wanted you to cum one last time. It didn't take long before you did and almost fainted in his arms.

Jake swooped you up carefully in his arms, and carried you to the bedroom, where he cleaned you up with a towel, before settling in beside you. You crawled upto him, wrapping your arms around his waist, stroking his abs, as you listened to his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry about the hickeys." You mumbled into his chest, too ashamed to show your face. Jake smiled warmly and stroked your hair, a complete contrast to what he was minutes ago. "it's alright." He kissed the top of your forehead, "Let's not pretend like I never gave you hickeys right before your Inkigayo stages." You chuckled weakly to his words, and buried yourself under the blankets, with the taste of chocolate forever lingering in your mouth.

918 notes · View notes

crystallilytarot · 2 months

Text

Some encouraging, self-love messages!

Pile 1

If you are manifesting something, it's definitely coming. A new beginning. Can be a job or money. But you will enjoy this period of your life. If you want to travel, you will probably have the opportunity. You are very talented, creative, you have great ideas. You should be proud of yourself. Don't let anyone take you down. Your hard work will pay off, your dreams are coming. You will be succesful! Meanwhile, if you are not always very focused, it's okay, you can daydream a little, you can be emotional, you can be moody sometimes, it's perfectly fine. Don't be hard on yourself. And it's important to find balance too. Sometimes you need to rest too or just enjoy your hard work's fruits. Take some time to enjoy the beauty in life too. And also in yourself, you are beautiful, you should see it. You should love your body more. You are a gem.

Pile 2

I think it's a little similar to pile 1. You can also manifest something, and you are able to do it. You are capable of so much more than you think! You are smarter than you think. Your spirit guides really want you to keep going and don't give up! You are almost there. Your dreams and goals are closer than you think. Just don't give up hope! It's very important here, it's like spirit guides say it at least 3times, to have hope, have faith. Stay positive and optimistic. You should spend some time in nature, go for a walk, go out more. And laugh, it doesn't matter if you just watch a comedy or having fun with your friends, just laugh more. You need to find balance too. Take care of yourself, love yourself. I think you will have more vitality soon. And you will have more love in your life soon, can be friends, but can be a relationship too.

Pile 3

Oh dear, I want to send you a hug. And actually if you can, hug someone, a friend, a pet, it doesn't matter, but you need some physical touch. You are very strong, and I know there were some hard things in your life, but you are still here. And you are stronger than ever. Those people who hurt others are weak. Never forget it, they are the losers. You are a winner, you are a champion! You are already making progress, so don't be inpatient with yourself. I think you need a little more time to heal but you are almost there. Do not live in the past. Your future will be so much better, you should focus on that. The hard times are over, just keep on going a little bit more please. For some of you, you should stop the self sabotaging, you are worthy, you are smart, you deserve the good things! Soon there will be some help coming for you, can be a friend, a relative, can be some money too. You should be so caring with yourself as you are with others. I heard someone said: you are precious! It can be your spirit guide or a message from a loved one.

#tarot #free tarot #pick a card #pick a pile

310 notes · View notes

aqours · 1 year

Text

"Aqua has an Oedipus complex-" first of all beyond the fact the only way you could possibly think this is you never read or watched OnK at all and just read a synopsis and didn't bother to verify if it was accurate or not- this is actually the weakest way you could possibly interpret the nature of the feelings Goro/Aqua had regarding Ai. like, even ignoring the fact that Aqua has such an extreme lack of an Oedipus complex to the point he actively refused to breastfeed from Ai because it would have been creepy and inappropriate to him, everything about Aqua's feelings regarding Ai if anything read as parental quite frankly

Gorou Amamiya became Ai's fan because of Sarina. Because Sarina was somebody important to Gorou that he comforted in her last days, he became a huge fan of Ai in order to carry on Sarina's wishes and to keep supporting her and became a genuine diehard idol fan in the process. Then, he met Ai while pregnant: and had a heart-to-heart conversation with her. And came to the conclusion that Ai was somebody he wanted to support in any capacity. He could have been like Ryousuke and actually become possessive of her and feel like she betrayed him: he did not. He was a medical professional that put aside his own feelings as "a fan" to support her both as a doctor and as a fan in his own way by wishing for her sincere happiness as opposed to an image sold to fans.

He wanted to see her grow up happy and healthy. If Ryousuke had not killed him and there was no murder plot at all? The plot of this story probably would have been about him moving to Tokyo after talking to Ai's manager saying that someone needs to be their family doctor while keeping their secret and him taking the roll. The series would have been about Gorou as the Hoshino family doctor and how he supports them as a member of the sidelines who gives support in his own way.

Aqua never really refers to Ai as his mother much outside of situations when it'd be weirder if he didn't. It's very explicit he does not have a romantic or sexual attraction to Ai in this new life: he already didn't, but now it's like, Negatively So Actually. No longer able to support her as a doctor he even took an acting gig JUST to help further and bolster Ai's career. It's beaten into your face with the subtlety of a dozen hammers to your face his only desire is to watch Ai grow up safe and happily and succesful.

Aqua's/Gorou's relationship with Ai was someone who wanted to see her grow up to be happy. And after some waste of life incel murdered her? To want to make sure that was avenged. Because he was someone older than Ai who valued her and wanted her happiness above everything else in the world, and views the person who is responsible for that as someone who's life is forfeit. Because Ai was a good person who didn't deserve her fate and as someone who only ever wanted to support her, wants to make sure that her memory can rest in peace completely.

If anything, the feelings Aqua/Gorou had towards Ai are parental in nature. So much about his motivations read like a father who wants to avenge his daughter's murder, to kill the man that denied her the happiness the child deserved.

"OnK is soooooooo gross the mc has an Oedipus complex and is a p*do-" not only is this a reading you can only get from a five second sypnosis read and being determined to hate OnK for brownie points, it's not even the right fucked up dead dove way that you could describe their relationship.

EDIT: I feel the need to address this, as it's talked in reblogs and some notes! I never expected this to get notes, and I mostly wrote this in one go. Please understand I wrote this post from the perspective of purely writing Aqua's feelings for Ai purely from a familial perspective. The reality is that Aqua's feelings are complicated and can be read in many different ways: from familial, to that of a lover, to someone who puts Ai on a pedestal as the ultimate Idol and the ideal of what a "true" fan would be: someone who loves their Idol for who she is as opposed to a toxic image. I don't fully 100% agree with this post anymore, but if I had to chose only one familial way for Aqua to view Ai I would probably still default to "vengeful father who wants to avenge his daughter's death." BUT Aqua's feelings are ultra complicated and are on an entire spectrum ranging from "wholesome" to "outright disturbing," so please don't take my words as like a single sure-fire way to interpret him! ty all <3

#oshi no ko #onk #my star #ai hoshino #hoshino ai #aquamarine hoshino #hoshino aquamarine #aqua hoshino #starposts #gorou amemiya

697 notes · View notes

bitchy-craft · 1 year

Text

What Alice In Wonderland Character You Are | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out what Alice In Wonderland character you are and why. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Masterlist

Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

Tweedledee and Tweedledum. I know these are two characters but they go hand in hand with one another when it comes to anything. These twins symbolize parental figures to Alice and help her keep her imagination in check.

You help people when it comes to their problems, you comfort them, try to find solutions, you let them talk to you about their problems and make them feel comfortable and confident when it's needed. You are a pleasant and caring person to be around, even though you could probably put more of that energy into yourself instead of someone else.

Next to this these two characters are identical twins which stand for; duality, joy, harmony, good luck, a perfect balance. Some things may not go along with your personality as of now, other things might do, but you have the potential to become this, the aptitude to become all these things.

Pile 2:

The White Rabbit. The white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland is the spark of curiosity that let's Alice experience all the adventures she gets herself in over the time. Something you might find in yourself; curiosity, wanting to learn new things, loving to hear new information and gossip.

The white rabbit also is a very anxious character in Alice in Wonderland, something that can't go unnpticed by anyone who reads or watches it. Little things can make you stress, you always want to be in time and find it difficult to accept things you do aren't always as perfect as you wish them to be. You could be scared of what other people think of you, always wanting to please them to think highly of you, scared you aren't good enough or don't do good enough.

Many of you won't have a very positive perception of yourselves, something that I hope will be worked on because you are charismatic, kind and hardworking, just like the white rabbit.

Pile 3:

The Red King. In the movie adaptation of Disney this character is someone who is always cautious around others, a people pleaser, someone who makes sure others don't get mad or freak out, anything to make them feel better. You might be someone who gets walked over a lot by the people around you since compared to you, others have a more dominant personality than you.

In the book; Through The Looking-Glass, The red king turns out to be someone who made up the whole looking-glass world, turning him into this divine being in this story. This could mean you are a very creative person, someone who loves to imagine things and are great at solving problems in many ways.

The red king being a divine entity could also show you are a unique person, someone with a unique personality. Someone who can become great at what they do, a passionate person that can be succesful in whatever they'd love to do, love to become and learn.

415 notes · View notes

torntoblivion · 1 year

Text

office s3x with heizou

cws: gn!reader, semi-public sex, unprotected, bondage (belt), riding, teasing, hair pulling, begging, edging, cockwarming

how did you get in this position again? yeah, that's right. you were visiting heizou at his office, knowing that he probably procrastinated some paper work and had to get them done until tomorrow to avoid pissing off kujou sara. it was getting late though so you decided to help him out then get him home.

however things did not go as you planned.

it started when heizou offered you his lap to keep him company until he finished the work. you were supposed to help him but the paper work was unbelievably boring. a devious idea in your head started all of this.

you wiggled your hips on heizou's lap as if you were readjusting yourself, deliberately grinding your ass to his groin but he already knows what you're doing. instead of pointing out immediately, he let you have your fun first, letting you think that you were succesful at your tease.

until he pulled you backwards by your hair, letting his warm breath graze your ear as he whispered

"you think you're so smart, don't you?"

and that's how you ended up in heizou's lap, his cock ramming into your hole as he grips your waist, aiding you as he thrusts up whenever you descend on his cock, your ass smacking his thighs.

heizou is without a doubt a tease but that doesn't mean he'll let you mess with him all the time, that's his job after all!

even though it's night and majority of the people have left, there are still multiple guards outside and the thought of them hearing you cry out heizou's name over and over both arouses and worries you at the same time.

heizou doesn't seem to care at all, a smirk on his face as he watches you struggle on his cock. your thighs shaky from mercilessly impaling yourself on his dick, despite the exhaustion in your legs you keep on riding him.

heizou stops all movement in his body, his hands only holding you, not helping you bounce on his cock anymore. he watches you with a shit eating grin on his face, clearly amused by your struggle.

you look down at your boyfriend and frown, his smirk widening at your annoyance. to be even more of a little shit, heizou removes his hands from your hips and crosses his arms.

"he-heizou...help me out a little."

you murmur, trying to catch your breath and continue riding him but your incoming orgasm is fading away, only irritating you more. the worst part is that your hands are tied behind your back with heizou's belt, you're not even able to use your hands for leverage.

"i don't know about that baby, you seemed so eager. what happened to all that energy now?"

the fact that his voice is too even for someone balls deep inside of you and he's mocking you frusturates you. he knows what he's doing and you know what he wants you to do.

you also know that he won't budge if you don't beg.

swallowing all of your pride and irritation, you wiggle your hips a little, circling them and give heizou the puppy dog eyes with a burning face.

"p-please heizou...make me cum. i won't tease again just please make me cum."

heizou only gives you a look that lets you know that you convinced him, after all he wants to cum too, wants to paint your insides and fill you up.

finally heizou grabs your waist with both hands, his nails forming crescent marks on your skin as he lifts you up then drops your whole weight on his cock.

he repeats the motion so quickly repeadetly, not even putting that much effort which turns you on even more. you helplessly moan as he pounds into you, the urge to wrap your arms around his neck is prevented by the restraints around your wrist.

heizou leans in as deliberately groans right into your ear, feeling your walls tighten around him. oh how much he loves how irresistable you are when you're at his mercy, it makes him want to ruin you.

and that's exactly what you want.

your orgasm hits you hard as you cum all over his lap, making a mess on his clothes. your spasming hole and loud whines of his name triggers heizou's own orgasm, he buries himself as deep as he can when he cums, shooting white ropes of his cum.

the warmth inside you makes you whimper, finally getting the relief you so desperately wanted as his cum drips down your hole. heizou carefully undoes your restraints, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and rest a little.

heizou chukles softly, returning your embrace as he buries his face in your neck, your scent flooding his nostrils. however this intimate moment is ruined by a thought that seems to occur in both of your heads as heizou pulls away to look you.

the thought being that you'll have to clean up this mess.

346 notes · View notes

icouldntfinditsoiwroteit · 3 months

Text

Made something?

I've been really obssesing over poppy playime lately, the game is so damn good, I genuinly love it, so this is mostly just work in progress and a small "lab test" if you may when it come to my writting since I want to experiment with stuff.

"You....Your Poppy's angel" Those where the first words you heard from to the giant mangled creature that resembled the critter Dogday.

"Come to save us" His voice was hoarse, his lower body completely gone, all the while his hand where held unto metal hooks to keep his body...or what remained of it suspended in the air.

"Nothing left to save...not here" How right he was, you had come here to try and get answers, at least to try and understand what had happened, what had gone wrong and yet you had only found death and failure...but this was new.

"You're in Catnaps home, angel" For the first time since entering this forgotten place you had found...suffering...fresh real suffering, of course you could guess Mommy longlegs had died painfully but that ws nothing compare to this...thing...

"Their home, a million pairs of eyes are on you now," This was never meant to happen, you had come here with a clear goal and yet now...you could only feel bad...not pitty but genuinely sad, there was nothing you could do for those old coworkers who were long dead, or for the children who you were pretty sure had shared the same fate as your coworkers did.

"Watching, waiting, hungry..." Hungry...that had always bothered you, it was such a huge design flaw, you had tried to tell them, how there needed to be some change so they wouldn't need to eat, you had even given them the absolute best reason, it would cost less to mantain, and yet they hadn't listened...

"They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by litte bit," You really wish those higher up brainless sad excuses of human beings would still be alive so you could laugh at them...although they did get eaten, so that will have to do at least.

"And feel what is empty inside themselves" The little failures would be dissapointed with what they found...little to fill their empty husks.

"Listen to me, you need to get out of this place," Tempting...

"You need to live," It's not like you're interested in doing otherwise, to many loose ends to leave behind by selfishly dying.

"You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-oh no," Those small critters had started inching closer to the mangled body of Dogday, they were so fucking ugly, such failures about to twist even more one of the few succesful ones, one you had spent so much work nd time on, he looked utterly helpless, pathetic and...terrified

"OH NO!" He was absolutely terrified, of course anyone would be if small creatures were about to eat their insides bit by bit, it is only natural to fear such painfull death and yet...

"Leave me, please, just go, RUN!!" He was still trying to get you to leave, more worried about you than himself...

You really don't realize what you've done until after you've done it that the screams of the small critters fill the room as you shoot them with the bengal gun hand as you pull Dogday with all your strength much to his shock as he basically falls on top of you, causing you to almost fall over from the unexpected weight, yet you manage not to fall back as you regain your bearing, holding Dogday tightly, the plushfur of his body was all matted and smelled putried almost making you drop him and recoil.

But you didn't...

"Angel what are you doing?" His voice sounded absolutely shocked yet terrified at the same time.

"You shouldn't have done that, Catnap won't let this pass!" He was now panicking as you manuvered him so he would be on you back.

"Hold my shoulders, don't let go," You order and he does as told, holding unto your shoulders, almost reminding you of a plushie backpack, except the plushie was giant, missing half of it's body and absolutely dirty...

Oh well, you'd fix that later, now you needed to get out of this damned laberynth of a place before those disgusting small critters got to you.

#poppy playtime 3 #poppy playtime #dogday #catnap #poppy playtime chapter 3 #gender neutral reader #reader insert

85 notes · View notes

psychwxrdd · 3 months

Text

dollhouse

🎀 note: i watched an horror movie one of these days that got me a bit of inspiration for this

warnings: 18+, louis bloom (he's the warning itself), naive! reader, age gap (reader is 20), louis takes advantage of reader, sextape, dubcon, non con... i think it's needless to say this is dark cmon it's nightcrawler

summary: you work for louis bloom. it is your first job, and unfortunately, you happened to fall for your boss. you would do anything to make him proud. and he knew it.

"How's my best girl doing today?" Louis asked you, as he was walking through the hallway and you were standing there, waiting for a coworker. You smiled brightly, his words felt like billions of butterflies just learned how to fly inside you.

"I'm fine, Lou, what about you?" You spoke sweetly. You were a naturally shy person, but around him, it was worse. You made a fool of yourself every single time.

You couldn't quite tell when did it happened, maybe because you always had a thing for older guys and he seemed to pay attention to you in ways your dad never did. Maybe it was just because he was a handsome man with big, scary eyes that gave you chills and it attracted you cause you loved creepy and scary things. But whenever was it, or for whatever reason, you were completely in love with him.

"I feel a lot happier now that i saw you. My daily sight for sore eyes." He chuckled, and you blushed. What a sweet thing you are.

Lou surely noticed how much you liked him. It wasn't like anyone else wouldn't, it was pretty obvious, but you particularly caught a lot of his attention. Not just because of your beauty... It was far deeper than that.

Of course you were a very gorgeous girl, anyone who has eyes could see that. But Lou's reasons came from a predatory nature. He noticed how bad you were willing to please him, he knew you were inexperienced. You were only 20, this was your first job, you had daddy issues... No one needed to be a detective to figure it out. You were a submissive, pretty young girl and he had you wrapped around his finger. Wouldn't it be a waste if he let go of such an opportunity to take control?

"You know, y/n, i was thinking about you just now. I needed a task and i'm sure you would help me better than any other"

You nodded at him, a small shine in your eyes at the last words, he saw.

"Tonight i need you to show up at my apartment, i have a new project in mind and i want you to be the main actress of this one film."

"I'll be more than happy to help you!" You said, not being able to hide your smile.

He grabbed your cheeks lightly, "You're adorable. Knew i could count on you, be there at 8pm...I also have a gift in my office for you."

Getting ready to meet Louis, felt like a dream. Your heart felt so happy you could die.

The clothes inside the box he gave you were really beautiful, the exact way you loved. You felt like a doll.

Did he saw you as one? You hoped. You wanted to be his doll, his princess. What a dream.

It was a short, baby blue dress. It had this bowl around your waist, short light white sleeves and these glitter details all over it, you could tell it was very expensive. So, so beautiful you felt your heart warm. There was also two small pink bowls for you to place in your hair, a pair of two long white socks and verniz black shoes.

He told you to not wear makeup, just some mascara.

You went your way to his apartment, not that much far away from your house, and when he opened the door, he smiled big.

"You look absolutely beautiful. You are beautiful, but you should dress like this everyday." He told you as he stare at your whole body, making you give him a shy smile. "Come in."

You were amazed by how big and elegant it was. You knew Video Production News were succesful, but you never actually had acknowledge of how much.

"Beautiful house, Lou"

"It is sweetheart, you like it?"

"A lot"

You felt your body frozen when his hand touched your neck from behind. You always felt like this when he touched you.

"Sit on the coach, make yourself comfortable"

You sat, and felt much smaller than him. He was standing right in front of you, closer than you expected. Louis cupped your cheeks with his hands, making you stare at his face.

"We're gonna play dollhouse, and i'm gonna film it. You're gonna act like my doll. Behave or i'm gonna have to tie you up"

You were shocked to say the least.

Not expecting an answer, he grabbed his camera, pointing at your face. "Look at this cute face"

He caressed your cheeks, going to your mouth. His fingers pressed your lips, and you opened. You weren't scared at all, you were surprised. But if Lou wanted you to behave, you would.

"Fuck" he whispered. You smiled, your eyes never leaving his. You sucked on his fingers, his thumb still caressing your cheeks. The camera was now filming your body.

"Take yours panties" He ordered. You felt shame at that, not just because it was Lou, but because he was filming it. What was the purpose of it anyway?

Not wanting to let him down, you did as he told you to. Slowly taking the white lacy panties off, he abruptly take them from your hand, sniffing it and hiding on his pocket. You felt your pussy getting hot at the sight.

"Open yours legs for me."

As you opened, he got closer to your pussy and filmed it. "Such a fucking pretty cunt...Bend over"

You were basically putting on a show to him. He was exploring your body, and your pussy was getting more and more wet at that. It felt good somehow, feeling shame and horny at the same time.

Louis placed his camera upon his tripod, telling to turn on your belly again. Getting on his knees in front of you, he grabbed your legs and put it on his shoulders, sucking on your clit all of sudden and making you gasp in surprise and pleasure.

He only sucked you harder. Licked, basically fucked you with his tongue, and you were moaning like crazy. His cock was extremely hard on his pants, he always jerked off at the thought of eating your pussy, and after feeling your scent, he went crazy.

The sounds you were making showed him how amazing he was at what he was doing, and if we're being honest, he needed no validation, he knew it. He knew he was the best at anything. But it did something to him, tho. He couldn't quite tell what was it, but his dick throbbed when you said his name.

Knowing that he would watch it later to jerk off... Jesus fucking Christ.

You felt like you were about to pee, and your pussy clenched around his tongue. Thats when he knew you were about to cum.

He stopped, getting up. "Face down, ass up"

You quickly obey, even being dazed by what just happened. He freed his hard cock, grinding it against your folds and mixing your wetness with his pre cum.

You screamed when he put it inside with no warn, it was thick and big. He didn't cared about your scream, it only turned him on even more.

"Lou..." you tried to say, but he gave a damn about it. He grabbed your hair tightly, fucking you ruthless.

The sound of his cock pounding into your wet pussy was so hot... The pain of his harsh paces felt like pleasure at some point. Your screams were replaced by loud moans.

He gave your ass a loud slap, then another, and grabbed your hips, going even harder. Something you didn't knew was possible.

"My doll don't get to have a say on anything" He groaned. "Such a nice little toy you are... Won't fucking share you"

He kept fucking you in that speed, and you begged for more. Hearing your begs for him made his orgasm near.

He pull out of you, grabbing your jaw and stroking his cock next to your face. He took the camera again, now filming it closely.

"Open your mouth."

He kept stroking it, but not for much longer. His cum went all over your face and inside your mouth too. Your mascara was a mix of tears and his cum. He filmed your face, proud of his new piece of "art".

You were about to close your eyes, when he gave you a light slap on the cheek.

"I'm not done yet, doll. You still have two holes for me to use and i haven't filmed all the positions i want to see you yet."

#louis bloom #nightcrawler #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal #x reader #dark fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine

122 notes · View notes

lailoken · 7 months

Text

The Mistreatment of a Sacred Plant

Recently, I had an unpleasant emotional and spiritual shock. I struggle a bit to talk about it because of how upset it makes me, but I feel like the subject matter is important enough to warrant the discussion.

As some may know, one of my dearest plant allies is the Ghost Pipe. I work closely with Monotropes in general, but the Tutelary Spirit of Monotropa Uniflora, in particular, serves as a chief Plant Patron of mine. Part of maintaining this relationship involves visiting a specific location in a devotional capacity, in order to watch, tend, and learn from the population of Ghost Pipes that grow there. I went back to this place not long ago, in order to thank the spectral flowers for lending their power and grace to our Handfasting Ritual, and I was horrified to discover that every one of the colonies I've stewarded over the last few years is completely gone.

They aren't a major food-source for any animals I know of, and this was way more than a die-back, since I recognize what that looks like. What's more, for every colony to have naturally vanished without a trace since the last time I visited was unthinkable. As such, I'm all but sure that someone "Wildcrafted" them to make tinctures for sale. This is absolutely heartbreaking and infuriating, as they have totally misused and abused this sacred plant, and damaged an extremely fragile and unique ecosystem in the process.

The main issue with harvesting Ghost Pipes isn't necessarily that it's rare, though it is in some areas. The real problems are how sensitive they are and how exacting their life cycle is. Sometimes, just touching a Ghost Pipe is enough to damage the plant, disrupt the re-seeding process, and prevent it from growing back. What's worse, the conditions required for the succesful development of these ethereal organisms are extremely specific. Monotropes are Mycoheterotrophs, which derive their energy through mychorizal parasitism. This is to say, they can only get their energy by siphoning it from a small range of subterranean fungi, who in turn, siphon their energy from the roots of certain trees. Between these and other factors, Monotropes are virtually impossible to cultivate or propagate, and they are especially susceptible to the effects of overharvesting. Unfortunately, unethical harvesting has steadily become a real problem in Western Herbalism, where Ghost Pipe tincture is growing in popularity for its mystique and its beautiful violet color. And while it does have a long history of traditional medicinal use as a Nervine, people who aren't getting it purely for its aesthetic qualities are buying it as a miracle cure, without any real understanding of how or why to use it.

I've been muddling through strong feelings of anger, sorrow, and impotence since this happened, and I feel sick thinking about someone out there irreverently peddling this precious medicine under a capitalist guise of "Herbal Wisdom." These sorts of business practices are thoughtless, ecologically unethical, and spiritually blasphemous (as far as I'm concerned). So, I beg you: please think thrice about what you are doing before you harvest a plant. Ask yourself these five questions, and weigh the answers against each other: "Why do I want to harvest this plant?' 'What harm will my behavior cause to this organism?' 'What harm will my behavior cause to this species?' 'What harm will my behavior cause to this ecosystem?' and, 'What will I suffer as a result of not harvesting this plant?

I offer up my most fervent prayers that the seeds I helped to spread earlier in the year will count for something.

#ghost pipes #ghost pipe #monotropes #monotropa #monotropa uniflora #foraging #harvesting #harvest #herbalism #plant magic #plant medicine #nature magic #herbal medicine

128 notes · View notes

synintheraven · 3 months

Text

✵pairing: sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader

✵summary: you finally find Ivarr Ragnarsson and a cup of ale gives an unexpected turn of events between the two of you.

✵tw: mentions of violence, mentions of alcohol, drinking, other than that lots of fluff :p

✵word count: 1,3k

characters info | part five

The sun was hiding behind clouds and a thin layer of snow covered the hills around us. It was cold, the wind crawled under my clothes and a shiver climbed my spine as their eyes were on me.

We had just arrived to Repton, yet the little army under Ivarr and Ubba's command was far more cautious than that of Tamworth. And as their famously reckless Lord stood proud before us, the rabid dogs followed close behind.

There were no children, no wives. Only soldiers dressed in mail, their Lord's most trusted hounds.

—And what of her? Is she your gift to me? —Ivarr asked almost too proud of himself and I was ready to bite back, but Sihtric was quicker to answer.

—She’s my woman. —He said. I frowned, his words still echoing in my head.

—Slave girl? —The Ragnarsson grinned, his eyes fixed on my expression. —Either that or she hates your cock.

Sihtric then gave me a strange look, his hand finding its way along my back and stopping where my butt joined my back, pulling me awkwardly closer to his side. —We’re just tired, it was a long journey from Theotford.

Surprisingly, he seemed to bite on Sihtric’s lie, while I pictured myself with a knife going through the Dane's throat.

—So, why are you here? Guthrum isn’t treating his hounds right?

—We got word that a son of Ragnar had taken Repton, so we thought to serve a true dane lord was better than to follow a stupid man to his defeat.

We knew nothing about Guthrum; not the colour of his banner nor the look of the man’s face. But it was easy to make up a lie when the man himself wasn’t there to deny it, though in truth Guthrum would’ve embraced us as his warriors as long as we looked like Danes.

Ivarr was hesitant, like dry weeds waiting on a spark to set ablaze. Yet he welcomed the fire, not afraid to get burnt.

—Ha! —He said loudly, his gaze studying me with curiosity as he crossed his arms. —And you, woman? Can you fight? Or are you only here to please this pretty warrior? —He finished as he looked at Sihtric, but he was out of words.

—The son of Ragnar wants me to teach him how to use his axe? —I snapped back happily, but my man, the one I wasn’t aware I had, was concerned about Ivarr’s deadly stare.

—I love sassy bitches, you can stay. —He smiled widely, as the men around us joined their lord with a grin. —Same for you, pretty boy.

Everything was blurry; the candles provided the room with a gloomy light and the flickering flames made the shadows around us deeper than they really were, like if whole territories hid among that darkness.

It made me wonder about the unknown, all that is hidden from plain sight but lurks in the blackness of the night. The wild beasts, the magic creatures, and all else that is hidden to us mortals.

I could hear the voices from the drunken warriors around me, their laughter, their joy after a succesful battle. The sound of wooden jars and metal clashing as they celebrated with ale, their harsh steps on the floor.

I was hearing Sihtric as he talked, telling me one more time stories about all his battles, all he had conquered to get here, to England. All about the raids: priceless treasures, gold-filled chests and wealthy norse fools ready to give everything up if only to escape an unneccesary fight, all that he'd managed to steal for himself after years of serving under Yggr's banner.

I watched as he wrapped his hands around the mug and a puddle of ale drenched the linen around his arms, yet he didn't seem to care. A tattoo showed from under his sleeve, an interesting shape playing in the shadow and hiding from the candle light. He simply kept on talking, ever proud and happy about his stories, his life.

Maybe it was the ale, maybe there was something in the air that night, but his words sounded funny in my ears. He was explaining how he once cut off a man's hand with an axe: the splatter of blood, the horror in that man's voice as he screamed out of pain. But all I could hear was a mumble, his attempt at sounding coherent while the ale made its way through his throat.

And so, I laughed. Sihtric's response was to look at me with a frown, then proceeded to burst out laughing with me.

He suddenly stopped and went completely quiet, worrying me for a moment that perhaps I was the reason of such a sudden change in his reaction, though nothing about his glare betrayed whatever was going on inside the man's head.

A young girl walked in our direction, trying hard to avoid Sihtric's eyes. She was skinnier than the others, with skin as white as snow and several bruises dyeing the flesh around her neck, making it no surprise that she was so afraid of the drunken warriors surrounding her. But she was there to serve drinks and so she would.

Her trembling hands made their best to hold the jar firmly and fill his cup, avoiding eye contact with the fearsome man before me. Yet when she was done and ready to escape, his hand wrapped around her wrist.

For whatever reason, I felt as if fire burnt inside of me; but I couldn't recall what was causing such a feeling, nor could I stop myself from standing up, as if something else was controlling my body.

—You're too pretty to be working at this stinking alehouse. —He said while pulling her closer, watching as the poor girl's panic intensified. —There's nothing to fear, woman, wouldn't you rather be with me than serving all these bastards?

There was a glimpse of a smile on his face, despite the terror in her eyes. He was a good man, for a drunken fool, and would've easily let her go if asked to: but that's not what those women were used to around there, so she was desperately looking for a way out.

So I took his mug in my own hand, spilling all its content on the floor. And his confused reaction was priceless.

—You better have a real good reason for that bullshit, y/n. —He stood up, freeing the girl's wrist, though she was still too frightened by him to go away.

—You're trying to hump some random girl and expect me to act as if I didn't care? —I asked with pride in my voice, though struggling to figure out what those words were supposed to mean.

He frowned again, probably trying to remain offended but failing miserably as a silly smile appeared on his face.

—We're supposed to be together, don't you remember, my love? —My words made no sense, yet they seemed sufficient for him, even if Ivarr and Ubba were too far from us to hear anything we were saying.

—Right! —His eyes widened up and he quickly took a step further from the girl, resting his hand on the messy table. —It's just that I'm so in love with you and to touch you would mean to ruin your pure beauty.

To this day I still don't quite remember what happened that night, nor do I recall when did the scared girl left us and ran back to the owner of that shithole of an alehouse. But I do, however, remember how he started to laugh mid-lie and looked down on his empty mug, only to remember I was the cause of it.

—Or perhaps my dear husband struggles to use his plow sword with his beloved wife. —I snarled back and once again he let out a noisy laugh then went quiet when he realized I had meant no compliment by that.

—Are you challenging me? —He asked with a playful smirk, leaning closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers on his hair.

My heart was beating hard: surprised at the shiver running through my body as I felt his skin on the tip of my fingers. And, for the first time since I’ve met him, something about his gaze felt different.

The candle light reflected on his face, his brown eye looking warm and inviting while the other side was ever bright, sea waters dancing within his eye.

His breath smelt of ale and his hands were getting a little too comfortable around my waist, but that didn’t stop me from reaching for his lips; even as he teased me, pressing the tip of his nose to my cheek, but avoiding my touch.

Sihtric’s kiss was full of warmth and necessity, feeling as his hands roughly pressed me onto his body. So I gave in.

#sihtric x you #sihtric kjartansson x you #sihtric kjartansson x reader #sihtricxyou #sihtricxreader #sihtric x reader #sihtric fanfiction #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson fic #sihtric kjartansson fanfiction #tlk fanfiction #the last kingdom fanfiction #my writing #SORRY forgot to post it earlier hehe

47 notes · View notes

lxm-memories · 2 years

Note

luxiem x whale reader ?? bc fuck f2p i’m giving up and spending money 😭🤞🤞 rich rich fr 🫶🫶

you spend too much money on gacha games w/ luxiem

✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]

✧ content: copium. headcanons. 3/5 concerned luxiem members, the other 2 being your hypeman.

✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.

✧ a/n: please be responsible with ur money buddy-

✧ Concerned. Shu isn't the type of person to dabble in gacha games, the only gacha he's encountered is just the randomized skins for the weapons in Valorant - but he hasn't outright spend a lot of times on gacha centered games, let alone had the urge to gamble away for a small chance of luck.

✧ So suffice to say, he's wondering how you don't blink whenever you make another big purchase when he watches you play whatever gacha game you're playing. Choking a tiny bit whenever that "Purchase succesful!" text pops up across the screen after a hefty purchase.

✧ And as much as Shu is a preacher of: "Spend your money however you like it, since it's money you've earnt," he does try to convince you to not spend so much whenever he's around, urging you. But he's not pushy about it. "As long as you know your limits, babe. Just be mindful of just how much you're spending alright?"

✧ He's dabbled in it like once or twice, gacha games that is. Wasn't his things and he's never looked back since - but he can get where the temptation to pull comes from. With all the pity system and huge bold text saying that every 10th pull is a guaranteed something.

✧ And Ike, like the sweet boy he is tries to use that logic on you too. But while you're just nodding away to his explanations, only to do another huge purchase the novelist sighs in defeat. He lets you spend your newly attained in game special currency till it depletes again, with you having once again gained nothing before he takes whatever device you were playing on with a calm smile.

✧ "Come now then, how about you take a break from that game? It's not going to run away while we go out and shop for items that may very well benefit you and bring you more joy than some far away joy you don't know how much you have to spend to get."

✧ At first he's hyping you up, because he doesn't believe that you would be willing to spend your money with just one click from your thumb. So he's all laugh and jokes, even throwing a comment. "Go ahead babe! I'm sure this next one will surely be it, trust me!"

✧ It doesn't, of course it doesn't. And Luca just coos and laughs as you groan once again, but when he sees from the screen that you're going towards the shop again, his smile freezes. "Wait- Babe? Baby? Again? You just dropped a ton of bucks-" and you only stare at him like: "And?"

✧ So he chuckles nervously, "Hey, hey see! You still have one pull left, let me try and maybe you'll get what you want!" he says, snatching the device you were holding - and while you were telling him that it won't work, you're rendered speechless when the pull shows the colours of the rarity of whatever you were aiming for. And you go silent when the item or character you wanted appears on the screen. "Haha! See, told you it would work when I pulled!"

✧ Actually makes a whole bet with you to see who can get their desired character/item first before the other. You're both in this hellhole together, might as well make it interesting while your wallet cries from your choices.

✧ Shoves it in your face when he gets what he wants before you, and vice versa - all in good companionship. Sorta. Speechless a few times when he stops himself from spending only to see you make another big purchase like. "Damn, do you have a second job that I don't know of? Where all this money coming from?"

✧ However, he knows how to stop you. Money is precious, Mysta knows that more than anyone how hard it can be at times without money - so as much as he wants the characters or items like you, he also manages to convince you to not pull more. "Hey! They'll come again in the near future, and then you'll get them, but for now just use the ones you already got! Who knows maybe you'll like them better than this one!"

✧ Heck the roles are reversed here, compared to Vox you're like a dolphin with how he makes multiple purchases on the go before exiting the store. If anything it's helping you realize that: "Wow, that's a lot of money."

✧ When he sees you spend money though, he himself hypes you up, but in the same sentence also makes sure to remind you to not get too carried away. "I'm sure you can get that character, darling. But if you don't get them when you hit the pity, do stop there for the time being. You can do that can't you?"

✧ But hey, if you have the money to spend money and know your limits, then he's not stopping you. He does it himself, he's no hypocrite after all. "Ohh, you lost the 50/50 again, don't worry love, I'm sure you can get this next one for sure."

#luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #luxiem imagines #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #vox akume #vox akuma x reader

472 notes · View notes

thegetdownrebooter · 1 year

Text

this was a crazy ass episode from start to finish

tom finally admitting to being a goldigger (as a tom hater, i won)

tomshiv biting each other at a party (unhinged)

lukas mattson making a holocaust joke on twitter

gerri almost getting fired, again! (roman please die)

karl being a cunt again (slay!)

electra king roman reenacting his fantasies with ai logan (expected but still disgusting)

kendall having a nervous breakdown on stage ( dundee +too much birthday again)

greg being an asshole ( i'm uncomfortable with one of the few black characters getting yelled at by cousin greg)

roman being an asshole to that joy chick (she should've have stabbed him)

tom "apologizing" for fucking shiv up (tom please kill yourself i beg)

kendall water motive shit again

kendall "making up" numbers ( insane)

all of them being assholes to people that work for them

kendall clearly being manic and everybody egging him on

kendall using clips from logan in his presentation ( i gasped)

most importantly it being confirmed that atn backing mencken makes them look like white supremacists. (and the rest of the world isn't here for it)

#wtf #the most disgusting episode of a tv show i've ever watched #even freud would hurl #i better not see any m*ncken fans after this #god shiv needs to get locked up in a facility #ken too of course #i need tom to die sooo bad #and fuck roman!#i'm glad that karl had a backbone it was nice to see #insane #this is the first time in s4 so far were i wanted rome to die #i was wishing ill upon him a lot in s3 #gerri please retire i beg!#my god...#succesion #succesesion hbo #fandomshit

4 notes · View notes

bowieandqueen11 · 9 months

Text

What Is Mine / Shiv Roy Imagine

Request: hiii! i don’t know if you write for shiv but if you do could you please do jealous shiv? love your writing 🫶🏼

I literally need to write about Shiv at her mom’s wedding because she looked so good in those episodes my ass is shaking omg

If you enjoy, please let me know! I’m so anxious about writing things like this, and the kind comments really do make the world of difference :)

Warning: mentions of smoking, strong language and NSFW! This is for 18+ peeps only please!

(I do not own Succesion or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @alicentsargent.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

'Do you remember the first time we met?’

A chill shudders over your shoulders at her words, a colder thrill than the Tuscan’s drooping sunset could ever bring passing through your body. Shiv’s watching you from the cushioned rattan sofa, her smouldering eyes blazing from behind the glow of her lit cigarette. She takes another drag, slowly, surely, before asking you the question again. ‘Do you?’

‘Of course I do’, you answer, self assured. The edge of Shiv’s lips tilt up in a portentous half-smirk, discerning the slight tremble behind your words. She knows she’s winning, watching you pluck the cigarette from her fingers and place it into your own mouth without breaking your eye contact. ‘It was at one of your father’s faux fundraiser events, and you had nearly stomped on me with your heels to get up on that stage and talk solely about your own endeavours. What a night.’

‘Do you also remember what I said to you that night, after I picked your jaw up of the floor?’

‘Was that when you were talking, or when you were screaming?’, you reply with a self-assured shrug.

‘Oh...cute.’ She grabs onto your hand, and if she can feel the way your fingers tremble as she brings them closer and closer to her lips, she doesn’t let on. Instead, she’s very calculated in her movements; she lets her pointer finger drag heavily down the back of your knuckle, making sure that her perfectly manicured nail scratches pleasantly against your skin. Therefore, when she brings the cigarette back to her mouth, the simultaneous feel of her tongue dragging over the same spot is enough to elicit a shudder that has you clenching your legs together. She finishes with a final wipe of her inner lips against the tip of your middle finger, before finally placing the filtered end between her teeth.

‘It was somewhere between you trying to weasel your way into my private conversations to pilfer my contact list’, she says with an incredulous shake of her head, ‘and you pleading for me in that quaint little coat room while I had you pinned to the wall.’

She lets you go, and you do your best to hide the wild hammering of your heart against the confines of your ribcage by reaching down onto the floor and taking a sip from the champagne flute that had long been abandoned. Caroline had handed it to you, grabbing one for each of you on her way past a waiter and back down to the first floor of the bar. ‘You’re going to need it with her’, she had whispered with a closed mouth into the side of your ear, before giggling and waving you off ostentatiously. Turns out, she hadn’t been wrong.

‘Anything... more specific? I have no idea what you’re talking about’, you say, an outright lie. You’re doing your best not to pant at the memory, but your hand fists the cushion you’re sitting on even despite your best efforts to control your muscles.

‘Oh, I’m sure.’ She grinds her bottom teeth, and leans back against the cool stone, her stature solid and impenetrable. ‘I told you, I don’t let go of what is mine.’

Her eyes narrowed at you, watching the every micro expression that flitted across your anxious face like a cobra waiting to strike, to swallow its prey whole without another noise disturbing the night.

‘I don’t appreciate my fucking calls not being returned, Y/n. And then I have to turn on the news, and see you fucking - tongue tap dancing with Kendall on every god damn channel?’

‘Hey, you never said we were exclusive’, you remind her, deciding to meet her unwavering gaze head on. Your response makes the muscle in her jaw twitch, as if she had been smacked clean across it, and yet she has no fire, no ammunition with which she can return the assault. You’ve managed to past her first defensive.

‘I told you’, you warned, shaking your pointer finger at her and hitching your breath at the way she frowned as loose ashes brushed over the bare skin of her thigh, left by the slow ride up of her dress. ‘I warned you, if you allow feelings to become entangled in this - in us - things were always going to get messy. I didn’t fall in love with you.’ You stop to take another languid drag, relishing in the fury that flashed across her piercing eyes. The way her legs were starting to listlessly move across her cushion, fingers tapping harshly against the granite stone her elbow had been leaning on. The scratches were beginning to chip into the structure, but she couldn’t care less. As she carefully placed her leg up, crossing her ankle across her other leg and making her dress ride fully up until they were nearly straddling her panty line, she was intent on making you more entranced than entrancing.

You flit your eyes back up from where you were obviously caught staring at the seams of that tight dress... so goddamn tight it takes all your self-control to instead smother the want flexing in the pit of your stomach, to instead shove the butt of the cigarette out by the waning candle. ‘I didn’t fall in love, first’, you finally mutter out, correcting yourself. ‘You did.’

‘Bullshit.’ Her reply is curt. Harsh. Cutting. But she has you. She knows she has you, and she makes no mistakes as she widens her legs just that little further and stretches her arms back on the seat behind her. Your breath hitches at the sight as her dress finally curls up to rest against her hips, the fabric stretching along with her movements until you can see the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She smirks over at you, before nonchalantly picking up her phone and glancing her eyes over the home screen as if she has no idea what game she’s playing.

‘You really can’t help it, can you?’, she finally states after a moment of intense silence. She glances back up at you, and the desire that hardened like slate in those soul-piercing pupils as they widened was enough to ensure your blissed destruction. ‘You can’t help but come begging like a fucking dog anytime a Roy calls you, you’re that hungry for the attention. Is that what you are? My fucking pet?’

She feels the edges of your fingertips brush over the top of her knee almost imperfectibly, like a brave little rabbit placing its paw in the hunter’s beartrap.

Gotcha.

Before you can pull away, she pounces, and sinks her teeth straight into the pulse point on your neck. She hooks your chin between her two pointer fingers, and makes you look straight into her wild eyes. ‘You want to kiss me right now, don’t you?’ Go on, lie to me. Lie to my face, I fucking dare you.’

You can’t help but stare at the way her mouth purses together as she sounds out vowels, at the way her bottom lip seems to plump out when she clicks out her y’s. It’s bewitching, and you can’t help but lose all pretences and just nod away, moving her hand along with your head. ‘Yes’, you manage to whisper out in a shaky breath. ‘God yes, I do.’

She had your tongue swirling around your mouth before you could even take another breath. You gasp into her open mouth as her top teeth clash against your own, and her tongue tickles a sensitive spot against the roof of your mouth. Without even breaking the hold she has on your chin, she’s clambering over you like a lion pawing its way between your warm flesh, until your head hits the hollow button of the cushion.

You reach a hand up tentatively, dancing your fingers along the right strap of her dress, enjoying the way her mouth breaks away from you at the feel. She needs the air to gasp, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in bliss and your hand wanders down to trail over her neck, before gingerly squeezing the top of her breast through the thin material. She’s so plump, and silky as you try to dip your fingers down the cup, but she’s quick to grab onto it. She needs the control, and so she pins your hand up by the side of your head, before leaning her stomach down until its pressing firmly onto your torso. The weight is bliss, but the way your goose bumps alight with sparks of electricity as her mouth instead decides to suck right under the shell of your ear is heavenly. The warm feel of her breath panting in quick darts against your neck is just an added bonus.

What Shiv had forgotten, though, was that you still had one hand free. She nearly gasps into the bottom of your jaw, her whole body jolting forward and sending a shudder of desire coursing down to the pit of your stomach as you reach a hand round to cup the firm flesh at the bottom of her buttocks. You squeeze, and the way her lips shudder open is almost sinful. She’s so tantalisingly beautiful, that while she’s trying to regain her composure you can’t help but run your hand over the thick curve of her backside, making her bite her bottom lip until it nearly bleeds as your fingers begin to curve one by one under the material. As they round the edges, you use your pointer finger to teasingly run over the fine cotton of her underwear, making her press her groin more harshly down against your own, and slipping your hand only all the more further into her dress.

‘Gosh, looks like I’m interrupting something! I thought this was supposed to be my bachelorette party!’

You nearly throw Shiv off you, doing your best to stand up and look presentable as the shadowy outline of Caroline steps out onto the balcony and comes more into view. Shiv looks almost distraught, more disgusted at her mother as he frowns and conscientiously clambers back up to a prim stand. Caroline just wraps her shawl tighter around her shoulders, a knowing grin on her face as she looks over between her daughter, and then back at you. She can’t decide who she’s more willing to rip apart first.

‘But then, you always did want what everyone else had, didn’t you darling? I’ll take the strawberry ice cream and a brand new ‘Mercedes’ too!’, she snickers out, raising her hand to hide her growing smile. Shiv just sighs and rolls her eyes, fumbling the bottom of her dress until it rested comfortably down the middle of her legs again.

‘Did you want something, mom, or were you running out of people inside to peck the eyes out of?’

‘Ooh, don’t get smart with me now missy’, Caroline wags her finger, but she’s obviously enjoying having someone to spar with again. You just clench your eyes shut and pray this nightmare will finally end. Thankfully, someone hears your prayers.

‘The driver’s just called to say the cars are pulling round now, so I’m heading back to the villa. Young Willa has been ever so kind agreeing to ride and have a chat with me. I’m just dying to hear about how Connor’s campaign is going’, Caroline finishes with a snicker, before turning around and beginning to head back to the bustle. ‘Don’t be too long now! If people wonder where you’ve gone, I’ve only got one or two good excuses up my sleeve. I’ve already used the ‘she chose her father’ one too many times.’

‘Yeah - thanks, mom’, Shiv waves her off, before placing her hands on her hips and turning to face you. She pouts, looking up at the silvery pockets of stars and clenching her phone in her hand.

‘I suppose’, she starts with a drawl, sticking out her thumb into the dim lit-street that lies below, ‘that we can... finish this discussion back in the car.’

You nod curtly, doing your best to smooth out the collar of your shirt before Caroline made any more shrewd comments. Shiv bites her bottom lip, popping it out with a wet catch of her teeth, before smiling over her shoulder at you. She walked out towards the doorway, thanking a server who stepped back to let her through. She was pretending she didn’t want to look back, knowing that the way she was swaying her hips back and forth with each click of her heel was enough to make you come sprinting down the spiral staircase after her.

It wasn’t long before the other passenger side door of the limousine flew open, and the partition with the driver’s side went flying up. It was a little longer, however, before your car arrived back at the villa, with Shiv deciding that a few more loops around the back alleys of Tuscany couldn’t hurt anybody, now could it?

#succession #shiv roy #succession imagine #shiv roy imagine #shiv roy x reader #shiv roy smut #succession smut #sarah snook #shiv succession #shiv succession imagine #kendall roy #caroline collingwood #connor roy #willa roy #succession fanfic #succession fanfiction #jealous imagine #jealousy imagine

146 notes · View notes

shinestarhwaa · 10 months

Note

hard thoughts time?? bf!joong getting turned on after soloist!reader finishes a sexy performance at an award show so he takes you into a dressing room and the volume of you two is quite .. loud 🤭

Oh my lawddd... get ready.

BACKSTAGE BUSINESS || KIM HONGJOONG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Bf!Hongjoong x Soloist! Fem reader

Word count: 1K

Tags/warnings: Established relationship, Ateez Hongjoong, Fem Soloist reader, dirty language, oral sex, unprotected sex, namecalling (slut), semipublic sex

Taglist:

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong

Tell me if u wanna be added to my taglist❣️

ENJOY!

After your succesful 10-minute performance you strutted down the stairs, going backstage after waving to your fans. You were still panting from the intense choreo's you did just now.

The staff was quick to congratulate you on your performance. You had performed your three most famous songs, and although they were amazing, they were exhausting.

You plopped yourself down on the couch in the next room just when you heard a knock on the door. "Yeah?"

The door opened, revealing your boyfriend Hongjoong. You smiled as he giggled, rushing in. The news of you two being together was still fresh. It had shocked your fandoms, not expecting this 'collaboration' after he wrote for your album. Luckily, they were very accepting.

"Hey there, gorgeous, you did amazing," he smiled as he kissed you. "Well, thank you baby," you chuckled. "You looked very... hot, you know?"

You smirked, noticing his eyes drifting away from your eyes to the sexy stage outfit you have on. The skirt of the dress barely covered your ass, black leather bringing out the best of your figure. Your long hair was covered in glitter and little braids. Your eye make-up was flashing as you were covered in beautiful rhinestones that shone brightly in the bright stagelights.

"Come on," he said as he took your hand, dragging you into the next empty dressing room, locking the door. He looked you up and down and smirked, winking at you.

"You are so naughty, Joong," you chuckled as you saw him sink to the ground. He pulled your panties down. You propped your right leg on the stool next to you to give him the best access to your pussy.

"You make me naughty," he grinned before diving his face between your legs. You moaned when you felt his tongue slide through your folds. You could never hold back your moans when it came to Hongjoong. He statisfied you like no other man ever could before. He knew what you liked. He knew what you disliked. He was perfect. He IS perfect.

You couldn't help but moan out his name when your boyfriend burried his wet tongue in your cunt. He played with your clit as he fucked his tongue in and out of you.

"Fuck, Joong, fuck!" He smirked against your pussy, knowing he has you right where he wants you. At his mercy.

"P-please, your cock, your cock!" You moaned out. Hongjoong got up and wiped the arousal from his lips. "What the lady wants, the lady gets."

He quickly took off his pants and underwear, revealing his hard length. You watched him pump it up and down a few times to get himself ready for you.

Hongjoong bend you over the armrest of the lounge sofa, slipping his cock inside you. "O-Oh, yes, please," you moaned when you felt him deep inside you.

He did not waste any time and started to plunge and pound his dick into your core. "Everything for you my love, everything," he grunted.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving little marks of where his fingers had been. You felt yourself getting weak at the knees, knowing you couldn't last that long like this anymore.

"O-Oh fuck, Joong, I can't~!" You whined out. He chuckled and only pounded into you faster. "You're gonna take it, you're gonna take my cock, okay princess? My precious little slut.''

You moaned loudly, gripping the textile on the couch with your nails. The chains on your dress and neck made noise with every thrust Hongjoong gave. Your eyes teared up from all the pleasure, but you tried to keep it in, trying not to ruin your make-up.

"You asked for my cock, didn't you? So you're gonna take it like the greedy slut you are," he smirked. He pushed you down onto the couch. You rolled onto your back and spread your legs wide for him, inviting him in. Your eyes rolled back as you cried out loudly, definitely making everyone around the room hear what the two of you were upto. But you couldn't care less at this point.

Hongjoong hovered above you and thrusted his dick into your sopping pussy. "You're gonna fucking take it baby," he smirked. ''You feel too fucking good baby, so fucking good, bet you love it, huh? Want me to fuck your little pussy harder?''

"Y-yes fuck! Harder! Love your cock, I fucking love your cock, Joong!" You moaned loudly. "Yes baby, you got it," he grunted, thrusting his hips into you faster and harder. There was no way you could even be remotely quiet at this point, squirming, whining and screaming out his name.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! G-gonna cum!" You cried out. "Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock, little slut? Go ahead, clench for me babygirl, cum hard." Hongjoong's brows furrowed as he started to feel himself getting close as well.

You moaned loudly and clenched down on his member. "C-cumming, cumming! CUMMING! O-Oh Babe, I-I.. I'm fucking...cumming... Yes... Yes! YES!" A wave of pleasure washed over you as tou climaxed on Hongjoong's dick, who twitched inside you, releasing his seeds into your cunt with a long, low moan.

Hongjoong and you were in the middle of getting properly dressed again when you heard banging on the door. You looked your boyfriend in the eye, who was only smirking at you, knowing he made an incredible mess on your pussy.

"You guys done? We gotta go accept awards and crap!"

You sighed and re-adjusted your necklaces. Hongjoong kissed you shortly and stroked your messy hair. You grinned and thanked him, kissing Hongjoong's soft lips. "Round 2 at home?" "Round 2 at home sweetheart."

#kpop #ateez #smut #hongjoong

110 notes · View notes

namespara · 6 months

Text

PLEASE GO WATCH CAPTAIN LASERHAWK

Calling all castlevania (And animation!) fans!!

If you like

- canonical queer MAIN characters with interesting relationship arcs?

- a show that is silly and fun, and does not take itself seriously, and still ends up with devastatingly impactful storylines and developments? Aimed at an adult consumer?

- AMAZING CHARACTERS?

- the silliest title on earth?

- beautiful 2d animation style with succesful media mixes?

- a loving yet unique exploration of multiple game titles combined into one universe?

Or all of the above? GO WATCH CAPTAIN LASERHAWK: A BLOOD DRAGON REMIX on netflix! Right now! Yes the title is funny! Its by the castlevania creators!!! Go!!! PLEASE I NEED A SEASON 2 SO BAD

#seriously #its criminally underrated #i love this anim style and the story was so good ahh #captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk a blood dragon remix #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #assassins creed #it deserves ALL the love

20 notes · View notes

adarkrainbow · 1 year

Text

Fairytales 0%

So... a long time ago I made on my old DA account a post titled “fairytales 0%” and while I do not like this title I will still use it to report my thoughts here. Because the idea behind this post was to find, among the numerous movies and cartoons that were just adaptations of fairytales, some that felt like a fairytale, were fairytales, and yet were not adaptations of any existing story or based on any existing story. Brand new fairytales, and yet with “0%” old fairytale in it. I know the title is unclear and quite a stretch, and I am not pleased with it, but I’ll stick to it for now... And so here is the list of four works I listed that for me are those “brand new visual fairytales”, those “fairytales 0%”. There are much more - but those were the four ones I could think of at the time.

1) Over the Garden Wall

An animated mini-series that aired in November 2014. The story of two half-brothers, the young, childish and naive Gregory alongside the older, more reasonable and sensible Wirt, as they try to find their way home ; for they are lost in a strange and magical forest known as “The Unknown”.

This piece of work is already cult. If you did not heard of it before, you must have heard of its creator - Patrick McHale, the man who was behind Adventure Time.

The first (and the second) time I watched Over the Garden Wall in its entirety, and this is true,, I felt the exact same feeling, the exact same sensation, as I felt upon hearing or seeing fairytales when I was younger. The EXACT same feeling - I literaly said upon watching the last episodes “I feel like I am discovering a new fairytale”. This mini-series is a masterpiece, a beautiful modern fairytale.

It takes back a lot of the codes and tropes of the fairytale genre: two siblings lost in the woods, who meet strange people, talking animals and witches ; undergoing a personal journey while being stalked by a monstrous entity ; and through their adventures learning not to trust appearances... But it truly seeks to build its own, unique story and identity. It notably does that by drawing upon all sorts of “old-timey” references and homages to the American “childhood culture” - from the early cartoons of the 20th century to the Wizard-of-Oz-like literature... And the cast! From Elijah Wood passing by John Cleese, without forgetting Tim Curry, so many famous voices!

Over the Garden Wall is one of those things you need to see once in your life.

2) Valerie and Her Week of Wonders

A Czech movie released in 1970, whose surrealist tone keeps oscillating between the fantasy and the horror - at least, that’s how it is officially described.

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders was a succesful and beautiful attempt at creating a modern fairytale. A young teenage girl, Valerie, lives a seemingly normal life in a remote Czech village. One day she pricks her finger, drawing a few drops of blood on flowers below, and her pearl earrings are stolen. From there starts a strange series of events that turn the story into a dream-like phantasmagoria...

Just like with Over the Garden Wall, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders reuse many codes, tropes and archetypes of fairytales while building its own unique story where the marvelous and the realist entwine. A wicked family member turning against the heroine... there is a male monster lurking around a sweet and innocent young girl, not an ogre or a wolf but here a vampire... Said young girl has to grow up through a series of strange events symbolizing other forms of maturity... A long lost brother put under a spell that needs to be rescued...

However there is one major difference with Over the Garden Wall: OTGW puts a distance with its own weirdness, playing consciously on the strangeness of the fairytale world. VAHWOW rather embraces the fantastical and oniric tones of the story, recreating in a straigth way all the marvels and grotesques of fairytales - which as a result makes one feel like this movie is a literal adaptation of an already existing fairytale... when it is not.

A really beautiful and soothing movie.

3) Pan’s Labyrinth

A Spanish fantasy movie by Guillermo del Toro, released in 2006.

Pan’s Labyrnth is always at the top of the lists of “modern fairytale movies”, and for good measure. You might know Guillermo del Toro as the amazing mind behind works such as the first two Hellboy movies, The Shape of Water, Crimson Peak, The Devil’s Backbone, Mimic or Cronos.

Pan’s Labyrinth tells the story of young Ofelia, a little girl living in 1944 Spain and whose pregnant mother just married Captain Vidal, a member of Franco’s fascist regime. Ofelia tries to adapt to her new life and father, but in the process discovers in the ruins of a labyrinth an old faun - who tells her that she is the long-lost princess of a fairy kingdom! To regain her throne and find back her real parents, she needs to undergo three trials...

The movie is split in two: on one side, the real world, dealing with the horrors of war. A story of fascists and resistants, as well as the story of Ofelia’s new life and of the pregnancy of her mother - a historical piece. On the other side, the fairy world, with its magic, wonders and terrors. The two were designed to reflect each other in the typical theme of “the fairytale tale (or the imaginary world) is a reflection of reality”. In fact, Guillermo del Toro gave this trope a renewed popularity specifically thanks to this marvelous movie.

However, be prepared: this is not a children movie. It is an adult movie, it is a war movie, it is filled with violence and sadness - and it mostly seeks to adapt the darkest and most disturbing aspects of the fairytale world, relying on the “original” conception of fairies and nature spirits as dangerous creatures of the night. It stays however a very touching and powerful movie, with beautiful visuals. You’ll find in there a set of three trials, nods to The Devil’s Three Golden Hair, an amazing reinterpretation of the Ogre, beautiful shots of woods, and a strong system of symbolism perfect for this adult, mature, serious fairytale.

Beware: fragile souls should probably avoid it.

4) Spirited Away

Let’s get out of the darkness for a more child-like movie.

All the classic movies of Studio Ghibli can be considered fairytales of some sort, since they all share this particularity “fairytale” quality to them - which does make sense given most of them are actually adaptations of fantasy books. But the most obviously “fairytale-y” of them all is not a book adaptation: it is the movie “Spirited Away”.

A young girl moves to a new town with her family. Her parents lead her to what they believe to be some sort of abandoned amusement park, but as it turns out it is a bathhouse for the yokai (Japanese folkloric creatures). The food there turns the girl’s parents into pigs, and she needs to hide herself from the various spirits inhabiting the place. With the help of a mysterious young boy, she will be hired by the wicked witch ruling over this strange place - starts a quest for her to save herself and her parents, while solving the mystery of the strange young boy’s identity...

Created by the famous Hayao Miyazaki and released in 2001, Spirited Away is another one of those “modern fairytales” movie, and the interesting thing here is that it is based on actual Japanese folklore and Japanese fairytales - the monsters and supernatural entites seen throughout this movie being lifted out of Japanese legends. It still keeps however several nods to Western fantasy works, most notably Alice in Wonderland. And above all, we find here the universal fairytale tropes and ideas: the topic of food and eating, a young girl lost in a strange world where magic is behind every corner, a wicked witch, small friendly helpers, a story about making deals and overcoming trials to save a loved one ; a story filled with transformations, cruses and secret identities...

And there is no need to say how beautiful this movie is - as with all the great Ghibli Studio movies.

#fairytales 0%#fairytales #fairy tales #fairytale movie #over the garden wall #spirited away #japanese fairytales #pan's labyrinth #valerie and her week of wonders

71 notes · View notes