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trashywritestrash · 2 months

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Short and Sweet

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Word Count: 853

Warnings: Best friend’s brother— is that a warning? This is just a short lil thing for Valentine’s Day

A/N: The poem and response in this came from Thomas Richardson’s “Gentleman’s Valentine Writer” which wasn’t actually published until 1828 but I needed ideas, okay? Also, I wrote this when Bridgerton was still the lead in the poll lol

Living beside the Bridgerton household had many advantages. Being close in age to Daphne gave you the perfect excuse to spend time with her. However, spending time with Daphne meant also spending time with the rest of her family, which allowed you to form a close bond with them all. One Bridgerton in particular being Benedict.

Benedict was a few years older than you, but within a perfectly reasonable range that made it acceptable for you to fancy him. How could you not? He was sweet and sensitive, but he had a playful side that brought joy any time you were fortunate enough to witness it. Although, you never dared to dream that Benedict might return your affections. You were the best friend of his younger sister, surely he would not think of you in that way.

Initially, you had been excited to be presented before the queen and sent out into society. But while Daphne had been deemed the season's incomparable, you had fallen into her shadow. You were happy to see your friend receive many visitors and gifts, but some days it would hurt to see a line of men outside her door while you waited in an empty sitting room.

Waking on Valentine's Day brought nothing but sorrow. It was only one month into the social season and you already felt that you were destined to become an old spinster. With no prospective husbands in sight, you would likely have to face a second season. You did not expect that you would receive any callers that day, yet you waited in your sitting room in a fine dress, as you did every other day. Your mother sat in a chair at the far end of the room, leisurely reading until something would happen.

Early into the day, your butler entered the room with a calling card in hand, "A Mister Bridgerton is here to call upon Miss Y/L/N."

"Send him in," You replied, feeling your chest constrict. It was possible that one of Daphne's brothers had come to pass along a message for her, but a gentleman visiting while you were accepting callers still brought you a shred of hope.

Moments later, you saw Benedict step through the doorway, holding something behind his back. He smiled, "I see I have gotten here before the rest."

You returned his smile, nervous, yet calmed by his presence. "I think you will find that the gentlemen are coming to your door today, not mine."

"Then they are fools and I am lucky to have you all to myself."

"What can I do for you, Benedict? I find it hard to believe you would be here as a suitor." You spoke the words in jest, but felt your throat tighten as you said them all the same.

Benedict's smile fell into confusion, "What is so hard to believe about that?"

Taken aback by the genuine confusion in his tone, you clarified, "I only mean to say that I would not have expected it."

"If that is the case, I hope that you find this to be a good surprise," For just a moment, you heard a bit of nerves in his voice as he tried to present a confident image. "Unfortunately, I cannot stay long. But I wanted to bring you these and to officially declare my affection."

Finally, Benedict moved the hand behind his back to reveal a beautiful bouquet of morning glory and myrtle. You smiled wide at the sight, "Thank you, Benedict. They're lovely."

Shortly after, Benedict had to take his leave, although he promised to come back the following day. Once he had left, you reached for a book on the language of flowers. You found that morning glories are used to represent affection, meanwhile myrtle is used to represent love and marriage. Learning that brought a blush to your cheeks, finding the meaning to be a little bold, but not unpleasant.

It was then that you noticed a small folded piece of parchment beside the flowers. When you unfolded the paper, you could see the painted design done in watercolors. A man and a woman stood beneath a tree, which was situated between a lovely cottage and a church. The image was small, but you could tell that the couple was you and Benedict. On the other side of the parchment was a simple note.

I boast not eloquence, dear Miss, Nor do I write exceedingly fine; Therefore, I bluntly ask you this-- Pray, will you be my Valentine?

As you looked down at the note, you felt your heart swell. You held it close to your chest, feeling as if you could burst from happiness at any moment. Your mother then looked up from her book. "What is that, dear?"

"It is nothing!" You responded quickly. Luckily, your mother did not push the issue further.

That night, you folded the note once more and placed it in the drawer of the nightstand beside your bed. As you attempted to fall asleep, all you could think of was that you could not wait to see Benedict again.

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raphael-angele · 15 days

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Nico Protection Squad

WARNING: Use of hateful slur

Nico, coming home from school with Percy: Hey, Reyna. Hey, Jason.

Reyna: Hey, Nico.

Jason: Hey, Buddy

Percy: Hey, guys. Uh, Nico, why don't you go to your room and rest. We need to talk.

Nico: Mkay. *leaves*

Percy: Make sure to do your homework, alright?

Nici: Uh huh!

Reyna: What happened?

Jason: Is he okay?

Percy: ...we need to call the team

---Later---

At one of their rooms:

Percy: Good day, everyone. I know it's late and it's unusual for me to call a meeting at this time but this is an emergency

Annabeth: But first, an attendance check. Annabeth? Here. Bianca?

Hazel: Oh, she comes back next week

Annabeth: Ok. Jason? Here. Thalia? Here. Percy? Here. Hazel? Here. Piper? Here. Reyna? Here. Will? Here. Grover? Here. Leo? Here. Frank? Here. And Mr. D? Present! Ok, that should be everyone. Take it away Percy

Percy, clearing his throat: Okay, I need you guys to swear that you will not go berserk right after this and you will remain seated until we have a plan.

Everyone:

Percy: So, I was picking up Nico from class. On the drive back, he...

Hazel: He what?

Percy: He...asked me what a faggot was.

Everyone:

Thalia: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

Will: Is he okay?!

Hazel: Where did he even learn that from?!

Jason: Did someone call him that?!?!?

Reyna: WHO THE HELL WOULD CALL HIM THAT?!?!?

Leo: Every single douchebag in school, of course!

Piper: You think they'd learn their lesson after the first time

Percy: *gavels* Order! Order!

Grover: I think we're all missing the point here. How's Nico doing?

Percy: He's fine. I asked him where he knew the word from. He said someone was calling him that, a couple of students a year above him apparently.

Frank: What happened then?

Percy: I asked him if he knew their names. He didn't and he asked me again what it meant.

Will: What did you say?

Percy: I didn't answer. There was a McDonalds right there and I went for it. He took the bait and has been quiet for the whole car ride.

Grover: So...what do we do?

Leo: OH! *raises his hand* WE'LL SET THEIR LOCKERS ON FIRE!

Thalia: I think what Grover meant was what do we do for now? We don't know these guys, and we don't know how much it's affecting Nico.

Reyna: Thalia's right. We need to have a plan to protect Nico and catch these bastards.

Annabeth: Percy and I already thought about it.

Percy: Introducing the Pick up/Drop off Nico Chart. We each get a schedule of when to pick him up, and when to drop him off

Annabeth: And to make sure we catch these guys, we think it would be best to see Nico off to his classrooms or at least the building.

Thalia, raising her hand: Uhm-

Percy: Don't worry. We adjusted it for times you guys are away. Which is why we used magnets to represent us. See? I'm the water droplet, Annabeth's the owl, Grover's the goat, Leo's the fire, you're the tree, Hazel's the-

Annabeth: They get it, Percy. All in favor of the chart say aye

Everyone, raises their hand: Aye!

Leo: So how are we gonna get back at these guys?

Jason: We could tell them off to the dean

Percy: You'd suggest that, wouldn't you, Mr. Goody Two Shoes?

Piper: I can charmspeak them to do embarassing stuff

Percy: Eh, we need something more

Annabeth: I'm writing that one down, it sounds funny

Mr D.: I am the God of Insanity. I can just drive them crazy.

Annabeth: Mr. D, no.

Percy: Not a bad idea though. I'm writing it down.

Will: Wait. I think I figured out another problem

Percy: What is it, Will?

Will: Who tells Bianca?

Everyone:

Percy: ...all in favor of keeping this a secret from Bianca, say aye?

Everyone, terrified: Aye!

Will: Whu- Percy, no. Remember that time you didn't tell her about how you accidentally destoryed Nico's mythomagic cards and made him sad for nearly a month?

Percy: *shivers* I still get nightmares from that.

Annabeth: Fine. Who tells her?

Everyone: *looks at Reyna and Thalia*

Reyna: No

Thalia: Absolutely not.

Mr. D: Hang on. If Bianca is so terrifying, why not just give the guys to her?

Percy: Mr. D, although that's a tempting plan, there is no telling what Bianca will do to those guys if we let her get near them.

Mr. D: She can't be THAT scary.

Everyone: Yes, she can.

Percy: With what she did to me? She might as well have sent me to Tartarus!

Frank: Gods, what did she do to him?

Annabeth: She took away all the blue in our apartment and replaced them with orange.

Percy: It took a month before she put them back! There was no blue food for a month!

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sailoryooons · 8 months

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hiiii :3 i’m a VERY silent reader (i’m terrified of my irls finding me on this god forsaken app) but i just love your writings so much so i had to participate in the agust event!!!!

childhood bffs yoongi x reader smut where they’re definitely probably too close, way closer than bffs should be anyways. reader goes to yoongi one night complaining bc no matter what she does, she just can’t cum! good thing yoongi’s actions speak louder than words <3

pls pls pls get totally creative w this, i love ur brain sm and i love seeing what you come up with!!!

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: Yoongi has always been your closest friend, but it’s always been a little closer than everyone else. He takes it one step further, offering to address a silly little problem for you.

❀ Word Count: 2,320

❀ Genre: Friends to something more, PWP

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, some feelings of insecurity but like barely, talking about orgasm struggles, explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering, nipple stimulation, a hint of choking, a lot of sucking on neck/throat, nipple play, mostly reader getting finger blasted sdfnodsifgj, reader is completely naked and Yoongi is still clothed, mentions of oral (f. receiving), a little bit of cum eating

❀ Published: August 23, 2022

❀ A/N: Okay so this was supposed to be posted way earlier than 10:30 PM EST but I completely forgot I had this sitting and waiting to post (it was a long day) but HERE IT IS!!! I love the idea of Yoongi casually just being like yeah I’ll get you to come or whatever, let’s do it sdfjdfogijdfrgi thank you so much for being a reader and requesting something - silent or talkative reader, I'm just happy you're here and that you enjoy my writing! Thank you for being here.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“You what?” You ask Yoongi, breath shaky. “Don’t play around like that, it’s not very funny.”

It’s rare that you can’t tell if Yoongi is making a joke or not. Though his humor is quiet like the night sky outside and soft like the sweater he’s draped in, you know Yoongi. Know him well enough to detect the subtle notes of a joke in his hushed words, know to listen amid the loud voices of your friends for a quiet jest, spoken softly just for you.

Now, though, you’re a little unsure.

Everyone has said for years that your friendship with Yoongi is too friendly. You vehemently disagree: affection between friends should be encouraged and treasured. Being able to platonically hold hands, share beds, and offer physical affection isn’t something reserved for lovers. You adamantly believe in this - always have.

But… it is different with Yoongi. You think about how you always hold Taehyung’s hand, how you let him curl into your side during movies, or how he nests in your bed when he grows too tired for parties. Taehyung is particularly affectionate, but it does feel different.

“Let me make you cum,” Yoongi repeats, as though he’s reflecting on the weather outside. He’s on his knees on the couch next to you, hands resting in his lap. “No one should have to go through their adult life without partners making them cum.”

You roll your eyes. “Plenty of people can’t cum for a number of reasons, Yoongi.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Let me try anyway.”

“Why do you care?”

He tilts his head. “Because you’re you. And I’m good at making people cum. It feels like an obvious answer.”

“We’re best friends.”

“My point exactly. Look, if I’ve made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry, I-”

You shake your head and wave him off. “No, I just. Didn’t expect the offer and it made me nervous.”

“Nervous how?”

Letting out a long exhale, you rest your head on the back of the couch and look up at the ceiling. Your warm mug of tea is abandoned and the drama on the TV plays on, silent in the background. You chew the inside of your cheek, wondering how to string your words together.

With anyone else, you’d feel embarrassed or nervous. With Yoongi, your anxiety is significantly less. Even if you speak the words on your mind, you’re sure it won’t change things. You’ve been through your fair share of oversharing, never shamed, never turned away.

It’s how you started this conversation about your sex life in the first place.

So you decide to be honest.

“Nervous like, I’m into it and I want to try it out, but I don’t want it to make our dynamic weird.”

“It’s not weird for me if it’s not weird for you. I’m sorry I offered so bluntly.”

Your lips twitch and you reach out, taking his hand in yours. Yoongi has beautiful hands. Long fingers with knobby knuckles, blunt nails and gentle fingertips, calloused palms. You’ve mapped the structure of his palm hundreds of times, know the shapes of the lines on them, and watched a palm reader chart the stars on them.

Yoongi’s hands are where you’re safest.

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t violate a boundary.” His mouth is soft when he smiles, his eyes are dark when he watches you. He’s so pretty. A soft thing with round cheeks, kind eyes, and gentle smiles. Quiet. Confident. “You really wanna try?”

Yoongi’s grin turns feral. “I do.”

“Alright.”

It starts with him leading you to your room, hand holding yours gently. It starts with a shy smile and hungry eyes, Yoongi watching you as you sit on the edge of your bed, unsure and giving him a questioning gaze. His hands are confident when he makes you move backward, shuffling until you’re in the middle of your bed on your back.

Yoongi joins you on the bed, kneeling next to you. He watches as he reaches out, brushing his fingertips over your thigh. His touch is featherlight, making you shiver. He doesn’t do anything but this at first, tracing the shape of your clothed hip, up the sides of your rips, under the curve of your breast.

Your breath catches, fixated on Yoongi as he outlines your curves. His eyes flicker to your face, drinking in your expression when he draws his fingers over the swell of your tits and over your nipple. The stimulation is barely there but it spikes. You inhale sharply and he smirks as he keeps going, brushing over your throat, and under your jaw, feeling your pulse.

“Pretty,” he murmurs. He takes you by the chin, thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “What do you like?”

It’s hard to answer. Yoongi’s hand leaves your mouth and trails back down to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat but doesn’t squeeze. It’s a barely-there ghost of a grip and he raises his eyebrow. You nod, unable to string together an answer. He squeezes gently before continuing his exploration downward again.

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth. This Yoongi is one you’ve never experienced. He’s quiet as always, but the silence is heavier. Pointed. He bites his bottom lip a little as he passes your stomach and dips between your legs, pressing against your clothed cunt.

“Yeah?” he asks when your hips twice.

You feel heat lick through you, pooling between your legs. Your fingers twist in the sheets in anticipation. Heat pulses from your pussy, panties getting damp and Yoongi’s has barely touched you. It’s the way he looks at you, the way he presses his thumb against your swelling clit.

“Yeah,” you breathe, voice watery. “I’m pretty into it.”

“I can tell,” he teases. He leans down, keeping one hand between your legs, gently applying pressure and circling his fingers as his lips search for yours. “You’re already wet, huh?”

Yoongi doesn’t let you answer. His lips capture yours and you sigh into his mouth, hands coming up automatically to wrap around his neck. It feels so natural. His hair is soft between your fingers and his mouth is warm, tasting faintly of the peppermint tea he drank earlier.

Kissing Yoongi is heady. He controls the kiss, keeping the pace slow as if he’s savoring you. Your thighs close around his hand as he presses through your shorts harder. When he introduces his tongue to your mouth, it takes your breath away.

Breaking the kiss, Yoongi mouths at your jaw. You arch into him, running your hands down his chest, feeling the warm skin beneath his sweater. One of your hands goes to his wrist pressed into the mattress by your head, holding onto him, the other goes to his hand between your legs, laying your fingers on his, pressing.

He hums, the buzz of his mouth against the underside of your jaw maddening. Together, you peel your shorts down your legs. Yoongi shuffles closer to you, your thigh pressed against his as he continues to kneel next to you, heat radiating from his body.

Yoongi traces the trim of your panties. You watch him, your mouth parted as you breathe unsteadily. He is solely focused on you. You can feel the slick sticking to the silk, watching as he drags a finger near your hip, his touch tantalizing.

Maybe this is what you were missing. Yoongi takes his time, dragging out the feeling of his hands on you. Works you up as he removes your shirt and bra next. You feel drunk on him already, nipples pebbling in the cold room. His nails scratch lightly up your stomach to your chest. He smirks as he traces slow, lazy circles around your nipples, eyes glancing up to watch your expression.

“Why?” you ask, hissing at the light stimulation. You want more.

“No one is in a rush,” he mutters. His voice is low, raspy. “Are you?”

When you shake your head, he smiles, pinching a nipple between two fingers. A curse drips from your mouth and your hips buck. You close your eyes, letting Yoongi tweak one nipple then the other, letting him guide you through. The stimulation feels good - otherworldly, even, when he bends down and flicks the tip of his tongue over one playfully.

“No,” you sigh. “Not in a rush.”

His teeth scrape your sensitive bud and your head rolls back, pushing into the mattress. “Good. Relax, let me take care of you.”

Tension melts out of your body. You didn’t realize you were so tense until he pointed it out. You let yourself sink into the feeling of Yoongi sucking gently on the peak of your right nipple while his thumb brushes back and forth over the other. The stimulation feels good, your head lolling to the side as you breath shakily.

Yoongi is slow. He takes his time running his tongue across your chest, air cooling is spit as he goes. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your cunt throb for attention. He notices, nipping his way back up to your neck as he slides a hand down between your legs, pressing your panties into your sticky folds.

“Fuck,” you sigh. He nuzzles your neck, tongue swipe over the sensitive spot of your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking wet.”

“Good.” His words are muffle as he sucks at your tender skin. You angle your head, giving him better access. It feels like the bed is spinning wildly, a compass lost in an electromagnetic field. “Tell me at any point if something doesn’t feel good or you want something else.”

“Okay.”

You open your eyes and smile. It’s so Yoongi to make sure he asks what you want. So Yoongi to remind you that he’s here for you. That as he slips his hand under the waistband of your underwear, he’s determined to provide for you. To get you off.

A moan slips out of your mouth when it comes into contact with your dripping cunt. He avoids touching your clit directly, fingers spreading your folds as he teases your hole experimentally. It feels good - whether it’s because it’s Yoongi or because you’re already worked up, it doesn’t matter.

Yoongi circles around your clit deftly a few times, making your hips wiggle. A tingle settles in your stomach, fingers twisting in the sheets.

When he retracts his hand, you open your eyes. He watches you steadily lifting his fingers to pop them between pink lips and oh. He hums around his fingers, making a show of rolling his tongue around them, tasting your juices. He slides them slowly out of his mouth, hypnotizing you.

“Mmm.” He grins and reaches to slide your underwear off. “Can’t wait to eat you out. First, I’m gonna make you come.”

Never in your friendship would you have imagined Yoongi to be like this. It would be a lie to say you’d never thought what it might be like to have him like this, his hands peeling your underwear off. The scrap of the silk on your legs is heady, every part of your skin extra sensitive.

Lips parts, eyes fixed, you watch him toss the underwear to the side. He shuffles so that one knee rests against his leg, the other spread flat on the mattress for him. There is a split second where you feel vulnerable, spread open for him to see how much of a mess you are at the barely stimulation. You start to close your leg but Yoongi shakes his head, hand brushing down your inner thigh.

Slowly, Yoongi drags a finger up your slit to your entrance, massaging lightly with his finger before sinking in slowly. You let out a long breath, your walls clenching around his finger. It doesn’t provide a lot of stretch, but it feels good, the pad of his pointer stroking your inner wall.

At first, Yoongi is slow. Familiarizing himself with your warm, wet heat. He picks up the pace then, stroking deeply, ensuring to push up against that soft spot inside of you. It drives you crazy. Crazier, still, when he leans down and attaches his mouth to yours, tongues tangling as he fingers you leisurely.

“Fuck,” Yoongi mutters against your mouth. “You’ve got a wet little cunt.”

“Not usually,” you admit. You card your fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends a little. Your entire body is radiating with heat, sweat slicking your skin. “Fuck, it feels good. Doesn’t usually.”

“No?” he sucks harshly at your jaw and your eyes flutter shut.

“No. Usually they jack hammer their fingers into my pussy.”

His laugh is hot on your skin. “Nah, just gotta find the spot.”

Yoongi has found the spot. Makes it ten times better when he adds another finger, giving you something more substantial to grip on. Your cunt grips his fingers like a vice, slick sounds filling the room. He adds his thumb to the mix, pressing down on your clit. You gasp his name, hips bucking against his hand, dripping into his palm.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts. “Fuck yourself onto my hand the way you like.”

Together, you work yourself up to the edge. Yoongi doesn’t pause for a moment, doesn’t complain that his wrist is tired, doesn’t stop tonguing your sensitive spot on your neck until you’re clinging to him, coming around his fingers in a wet, messy squelch.

You shake as he thrusts his fingers a few more times, the slopping sound of his palms smacking your pussy intoxicating. You feel like liquid, blurry at the edges and warm.

“Holy shit,” you sigh. Yoongi pulls his fingers from your hole and you immediately squirm, hating the empty feeling. “That was just from your fingers?”

“Uh huh.” You watch as he licks his fingers again, grinning around them. Your stomach flips, cunt still leaking, begging for more. “Now watch what happens when I eat this pussy.”

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yaksha-lover · 4 months

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i’m obsessed with the thought of vil falling for someone who’s ugly. especially if it’s a forced proximity trope. triple points if it’s enemies to lovers!

there’s just something about a guy obsessed with beauty is shown that beauty doesn’t equal to value that melts me

omg i actually was obsessed with this concept a few months ago and i wrote a very short unfinished drabble (set in medieval au) about knight!vil falling for ‘ugly’ knight!reader but i didn’t think anyone would want to read about an ‘ugly’ reader 😭😭

i definitely agree tho the concept is so perfect for vil imo. like the idea of this guy who’s so fixated and obsessed with beauty (especially one who’s potentially been told that much of his worth lies in his looks) who ends up falling for someone very unconventional completely unintentionally. like theres’s a whole internal struggle in him that he doesn’t want to fall in love with this person. they’re an enemy, and unattractive at that.

but then he just can’t help but falling in love with their character; when they give hope to him and represent a goodness that he’d lost. someone who is called ugly and unwanted everyday by the world and manages to keep their head held high even if tears are pouring down their cheeks.

i think that’s a quality he’d admire a lot; kindness even when the world has been unkind. he wants to be good like that too. in a way, you’re like a mirror of the kind of goodness he wants to see in himself. you’re made fun of and put down at every turn and yet you do not let that stop you from being nice. whenever someone mocks vil, he can’t let it go, he can’t let himself be kind because it hurts and that’s the only protection he’s found.

also the idea of consciously thinking someone is unattractive but unconsciously starting to notice their eyes and lips and desire settling in- help-

unfinished drabble under the cut 👉👈 (also its fem reader bc i think medieval gender roles and the idea of ‘ugly’ woman x hot man couple is kind of important to the theme lol - aka this is just jaime x brienne rewritten but anyway-)

Vil truly believed you were ugly when he first met you. He almost never truly meant the term, but in this case, it was appropriate. Most everyone you encountered agreed. He could tell by how you’d stayed stone-faced at his cruel taunts, apparently used to it. Your features were just a bit too extreme, too out of place, too different. He’d used your appearance against you, scratching at every insecurity you’d thought of and probably some you hadn’t. Still, you hadn’t gotten angry as he’d hoped. You didn’t seek to harm him, even when he knew he’d struck a sore spot.

He persevered, but you’d never given in, despite his hopes that you would become blinded enough by anger and pain to give him a chance to escape. He admired you, in a way. It seemed as though life had beaten you down long before he’d come along, but a hardened rock had emerged from the erosion.

Sometimes his words would cut too deep for you to ignore. You never did anything rash, to his dismay, but he could tell they affected you. He didn’t feel bad; why should he? He was your hostage, and you his captor. Even if you were performing your duty, you were getting in the way of his own responsibilities, his life.

Vil was surprised to learn that you were a high-born like himself. Well, not exactly born to a family of his status and wealth, but a high-born nonetheless. He’d realized that he should’ve been addressing you with your Lady title, but you’d fought at soon as he’d tried.

No matter my origin, you know that no man sees me as a lady, Sir Vil.

They came, and they cut off his hair. One of them taunted him for being a beautiful husk. So they’d cut a deep gash across his face. Now your outside matches your inside, ‘Sir’, they’d mocked.

Vil had wished they’d cut off his head instead.

Later, after you’d managed to convince them to let you treat his wounds, he’d bemoaned to you.

Now we’re both grotesque, he’d said, a pair of freaks.

You’re not ugly, you just have a scar, you’d replied. You turned away from your task to face him. You’ll never know what it means to be ugly.

Even with his bitter remarks, you treated his wounds all the same. When he was too afraid to face himself in the reflection of the lake, you’d been the one to peel away his bandages and force him to look.

See, you’d said, not a monster, just a man.

He’d wondered if you were an angel at that moment, a saint. Or maybe you were a witch destined to lead him astray. He hadn’t really cared either way.

#twst medieval au #twst x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #twst #twisted wonderland #feverish-dove

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synergysilhouette · 4 months

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Rewriting "This is the Thanks I Get?!"

I know I'm not the only person who disliked this song. I made my own reprise of it, but I thought "maybe I should go one step further and rewrite the original song." Honestly I think the production of the song is the bigger issue, but I'm not a producer, so I couldn't remake that. I just wrote this with the same melody. But if I could, I'd want something very chaotic to represent his mind (ie Rina Sawayama's "Your Age" or "Imagining" or Ashnikko's "Tantrum"). For context: I imagine Magnifico is written are a misguided ruler being driven into evil, as magic in this world is driven by emotion (my idea), and is now warping into something malevolent due to Magnifico's trauma flaring up again. Lemme know what you think.

Is it my fault Rosas' all over the place? I did my job! So why's it blowing up in my face? Grant a wish, I'm magnificent, Take a breath, and they're discontent! You'll twist my words; that's not what I meant! How dare you accuse me of ill intent! Ah-hem. Don't interrupt. I grant a wish to help Benito's back But do you acknowledge that? I waste my breath for you to rethink this, Henry If your wish brings you trouble But I can't burst your bubble

I built paradise for you And I don't even charge you rent Respect is never given But you always demand it to be lent What's good for you is good for me Or at least, that's what I thought But honestly, your love's too expensive to be bought.

And this is the thanks I get? This is the thanks I get? So this is the thanks I get? So this is the thanks I get?

"Not good enough" Oh, that's all you can say? No gratitude, no modesty? "Fulfill my wish! You are my slave! " thanks Forget something? You're in my house! I guess I'll just have to shut your mouth. Hmm, you're quite submissive when I'm strict It's too bad I needed some pain to inflict. Oh-ho! Let's play a game, people of Rosas Let's call it "Humility." No one gets their wishes granted Let's see what what happens in this city! You never cared about my past Trauma runs deep, it's so true And in my game, let's see how it affects you...

And this is the thanks I get? This is the thanks I get? And this is the thanks I get? And this is the thanks I get?

How could you drive me to this? I feel a curse move my wrist I have read about this in my younger days But I never thought I'd feel this way. My powers are beyond my own control I've crossed the bridge; forced to pay the toll All my life, I've wanted to be happy, but I won't ever get an ending that sappy. Now, where was I? That's right.

Before all the stars collide Let's straighten some things out There's to be some changes here Oh, you've lost my game, I have no doubt. But let's play another one. "To Catch a Falling Star," A wish granted to the winner, whoever you are.

And that is the thanks you'll get. That is the thanks you'll get. And that is the thanks you'll get. That is the thanks you'll get! More than the thanks I get!

Hope you enjoyed it! It's my first foray into editing a villain song. IDK why I have such an issue making the lyrics in bold.

#disney #disney animation #disney villain #wish #magnifico #king magnifico #this is the thanks i get #ashnikko #rina sawayama

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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hi, so it's the first time i send a request in your blog, found it the other day and literally love it. I saw that someone asked the other day a Sergio Ramos x reader were she says to him daddy but in a fluff way, so could you do it but in smut maybe? thanks and hope you okay <3

𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣? [𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉- 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄] | 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im so glad you enjoy my blog and im doing fine, thank you for asking!! Here's the NSFW version [: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and Sergio have been living together for a few months now, and it's been nothing short of amazing. You both have your own quirks and habits, but you love each other more with every passing day. Sergio is generally perceived as serious and even aggressive by most people, but in your company, he exhibits a playful and silly demeanor. While it's common knowledge that Sergio is someone who takes his work and responsibilities seriously and doesn't back away from a challenge, you are aware of a more tender side to him that he seldom displays to others. Witnessing him let his guard down and abandon the stern façade he usually wears is quite refreshing.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, you're lounging on the couch, reading a book when Sergio suddenly jumps out from behind the armchair and tackles you. You shriek with laughter as he pins you down. "You didn't see that coming, did you?" he says, grinning.

You giggle and squirm under his weight, trying to push him off. "Get off of me, you big oaf!" Sergio laughs and tickles you, making you wriggle even more. "Not until you say I'm so handsome and I'm the best boyfriend ever!" he says, still tickling you.

"Okay, okay, I'm so handsome and I’m the best boyfriend ever!" you say, still giggling.

Sergio laughs, shaking his head, and continues to tickle you. "You know that's not what I meant!"

You laugh even harder now, your side cramping and tears falling down your cheeks. "Okay, okay, please s-stop I can't breathe!"

He smiles, finally stopping as he grabs your hands and pins them up above your head as you continue to chuckle softly, trying to regain your breath.

“Atta girl, just breathe slowly you got this,” he smiles as he looks down at you.

As he speaks, butterflies flutter in your stomach, and a warm blush spreads across your cheeks. Although you were already flushed from laughing earlier, you couldn't help the reaction he stirred in you. Perhaps he didn't even notice how his words affected you, lost in the moment. You bite your bottom lip playfully, deciding to tease Sergio a bit. "Thank you, Daddy," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice.

You can see the surprise in his expression at the endearment you've used, realizing you've never called him that before. But something about the way the word rolls off your tongue ignites a fire within him that he didn't know existed. His jaw tightens, and his eyes seem to darken with desire. "Say that again," he demands, his voice low and husky.

You meet his gaze, pretending to be oblivious to his reaction. "Say what?" you ask, looking down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Daddy?" you say the word slowly, relishing in the effect it has on him. Sergio leans in closer to you, his breath warm on your face. "I like the way you say that," he whispers, his voice barely above a growl. "I wonder how it would sound hearing your pretty lips cry out while calling me that.” You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and your heart rate picks up as he whispers down at you. Stick to the plan….stick to the plan, you think to yourself.

The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can feel the tension building.

His grip of your wrist loosens up as you sit up. He leans down, his lips brush against yours. You kiss him, not being able to resist. As your lips meet, the world around you fades into the background, and all that remains is the taste of him on your tongue and the sensation of his arms around you. His kiss is soft and tender at first, but as the passion between you builds, it becomes more urgent, more insistent.

As soft pants escape his lips, he grabs your waist and pulls you towards him, indicating that he wants you to sit on his lip. As you straddle over him, you immediately press your lips against his. Your hands glide through his hair, drawing him closer to you, while his hands trace the curves of your body over your back. It's a blissful time, and you forget about everything else for a while, immersed in the heat of the moment. “I don't think you realized what you have done to me, Y/N,” Sergio mumbles against your lips as he grabs your ass, pulling you towards him so you can feel his bulge. You moan against his lips, becoming more turned on by the minute, yearning him to be inside you. And, based on the way you started rocking your hips back and forth on his lap, he knew precisely what you wanted as well. He pulls away from the kiss as he clutches your waist, causing you to stop moving and forming a frown on your face. "Tell Daddy exactly what you want, Y/N." Sergio's voice is demanding as he stares deeply into your eyes. You feel embarrassed, but hearing Sergio refer to himself as Daddy enlightened something inside you. You keep quiet out of humiliation, while knowing exactly what you desire. “Y/N… Say it," Sergio says. "I want you to fuck me," you say back. Sergio smirks but says nothing else, instead leaning back on the couch, "Oh yeah? "Show me how badly you want me," he teases. You bite your bottom lip because you know exactly what he wants. You move off of him and kneel down between his legs, looking him in the eyes as you carefully untie the sweatpants he is wearing. You want to tease him for messing with you earlier and making you feel ashamed just moments before.

As you undo the strings, you grab the hem of his sweatpants and pull them down to his ankles with his assistance. His cock twitches with anticipation as you kiss the tip of his member through his boxers. He clenches his teeth slightly as he detects your unusually slow speed, "Y/N," he demands, "You don't want to start something you can't finish." And he was correct. You almost came before he even touched you the last time he teased you. You nod politely and take his boxers, slipping them down as well. His cock jumps out of his boxers, causing you to lick your lips. You are such a slut for him. As you place him in your mouth, you grab the base of his cock with one hand and begin to give him head by bobbing your head up and down. He sighs as he grips your hair, allowing you to maintain the steady pace you've established for yourself. After 30 seconds, your jaw starts to ache, but hearing Sergio's groans and murmured curse words fires you on enough to push through the pain. Both of your hands are wrapped around his cock, your head bobbing up and down, your tongue paying special attention to the tip of his cock. "F-Fuck Y/N," he groans softly as he pants. His grasp on the top of your head intensifies as he pulls back your hair to free you from him. "Ride me," he mumbles. You're panting as well, trying to ignore the pain in your jaw. "Yes, Daddy," you answer obediently as you remove your shorts, leaving only your lacy black panties on. You straddle him again, teasingly rubbing your barely covered pussy on his demanding dick, causing him to groan. He holds your jaw with one hand and pulls you towards him wanting to make out. You groan against his lips as you kiss him, enjoying how hungry he was acting as it made you want to devour him even more. While you two are kissing, he takes his hand away from your jaw and moves it to rest against your lower back, while his other hand moves your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed up and down your slit, two of them slipping inside and causing you to gasp against his lips. When you gasp, he is able to put his tongue into your mouth. As he curls his fingers inside of you, his tongue dances around with yours. You shake from the sensation and moan against his lips, enjoying how he makes you feel. His fingers stray from your body as he quietly pants and pulls away from the kiss. He smirks as he sees his fingers sparkling with your juices as he gazes into your lust-filled, desire-filled eyes. He asks, "Now who made you this wet?," as he puts his fingers inside his mouth to rinse the secretions from them. As you observe the scene, you nip at your bottom lip. “You did, Daddy.” He taps your side and smirks once more, urging you to stand up. You put some distance between the two of you. Before inserting it, he runs his tip along the inside of your slit. Then you start to recline on him, letting his cock into you more deeply and making a moaning sound. He takes his hands on your waist and lifts you up and down to bounce you on his cock before you have a chance to get used to his large, girthy size. As you place your hand on his chest and scream his name aloud, "S-Sergio!" you exclaim. He moans and tilts his head back. So that you may regain control, he stops bouncing you and says, "I'm sorry, my love." He says as he presses his lips back against yours, "You just feel so good around me. You give him a kiss in return and put your arms around his neck to intensify the kiss. You start to rock yourself back and forth whilst riding him as the kiss gets deeper. When you rub yourself up against him, you groan as you feel his member dig deeply into you. Sergio gives you about a minute to finish before he wants to take control again. You start to whimper as he grips you by the waist and elevates you high enough for his cock to emerge from you, but he speaks before you can react, "Turn around, my love."

You turn away from him, nod obediently, and spin around so that your back is now toward him. You take a squatting stance with your back against his chest while you get comfortable between his legs. In order to put distance between you and him, he softly pushes you. He then takes your sides and starts to help you thrust upward while you bounce up and down. You groan aloud as this position seems to be hitting harder than before. All that can be heard when he penetrates you is the moisture from your pussy gushing against his cock. You whimper out, panting heavily, "I-If you continue I'm going to cum!" Sergio interprets this to mean that since you are about to have an orgasm , he should continue harder. You scream loudly from the pleasure as he makes a slow, powerful thrust, and unsurprisingly, you have an orgasm. He grunts as he does this. Your pussy clenches his cock firmly, forcing him to cum as well without any provocation. He has you in such a tight grasp that you might get bruised, but you don't mind since you enjoy it. He says, "F-Fuck," as you slump back against his chest. Your legs are still twitching as you pant heavily while keeping your eyes closed. Sergio lets you get off of him and helps you turn around so you can curl up next to him with what little energy he still has left. He leans down to kiss your forehead while still attempting to catch his breath.“I love you so much, my love. Just give me one moment and I'll get you all cleaned up, okay?” You incline your head slightly in his direction while nodding. You admire the way he treats you like a Queen while still fucking you like a slut. The perfect combination

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home-of-renn · 1 year

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The Observants lack depth perception. They're estranged from human emotion and are partially responsible for overseeing the continuation of the time stream. They view everything as being very black-and-white, whereas Clockwork sees all the different shades of grey.

CW never actually foresaw Danny or his accident.

Ghostly Obsessions are tied to a ghost's soul/core and CW is an extension of the universe. He's always had this sense of anticipation that was always there but only become aware of it as time went on. He kinda had to shield the other Ancients and their conceptions but he never had to actually hide them like he did with Danny. He had to completely turn his face and focus his gaze elsewhere, and as the time of Danny's accident came closer he started to sense things rather than see them - kinda like a spider sitting in the middle of its web. While CW can see the future and all these possibilities and realities, he's literally a chunk of the universe and his powers aren't limited to just his sight. CW's feelings of protectiveness could be attributed to his Obsession or the fact that he's a sentient piece of the universe - the universe that brought about Danny's half-dead existence in the first place.

The matter of CW's free will is a little messy. He's sentient and has his own feeling and thoughts and can make his own decisions, but he's ruled by his Obsession and by extension the universe itself. His Obsession has more influence over him when compared to other ghosts, but that could also be because CW is way more aware of his Obsession and how it affects him. It's hard to tell where his Obsession ends and where it begins cause he's pretty much a reflection of the universe. He doesn't really follow the same rules as the other ghosts cause he isn't even a ghost to begin with - he's essentially whatever the universe needs him to be. Which he is very much at peace with.

The same way no one will ever be able to truly understand the state of the universe or the universe itself - CW is very much vast and unknowable.

As for Danny being an Ancient - what he represents is very complicated and hard to put into words (which is why CW and he are so much alike).

First off - all the other Ancients became Ancients after they died (not counting Life and Death, who - before Danny - were the beings most similar to CW and his existence). Danny died but is also still very much alive - which confuses the heck out of everyone who isn't CW. In a way, he is, but also isn't, an Ancient - much like CW. Danny (the ancient) was created from the portal - AKA the tear between life and death. An Ancient is created from the creation of a concept/idea/something important, and their creation essentially solidifies whatever concept they represent, in the universe. An Ancient brings about the creation of their concept - but the creation of their concept also beckons them - the Ancient - into being. It's kinda like a - which came first; the chicken or the egg? - kinda situation.

Everyone across the realms of the dead heard him scream - which is why so many powerful ghosts keep hanging around near the portal since a lot of the weaker ghosts got scared off and the stronger ones wanted to check it out. A Ghostly Wail is the last scream of a person before they die and only spirits that had truly horrifying deaths/lives have one. So it's safe to say that if someone's scream was loud enough to reach all corners of the realms (and they aren't even dead yet) then that means that something truly history-changing just happened.

Danny was created in order to stabilise the portal - which is the simplest most fundamental/naive way to explain it. Life and Death aren't meant to have a middle ground but Danny has created/become that middle ground as consequence of the tear between worlds. The portal didn't open up with Danny inside it - the portal opened up inside of Danny. It split his soul almost in two (his two halves are kinda holding onto each other by a few threads) and stabilised the bridge between the two realms. Danny is the middle ground.

He's also a lot more than that. He also encompasses the after-effects of the portal being created. Image what would happen IRL if ghosts, spirits and 'life after death' was confirmed. How many religions and beliefs would be reinforced or disproven? How many new fears and hopes would be born from it? He isn't necessarily the Ancient of balance - he is way more than that. He encompasses the shift and change that is required for balance to exist in the first place. Balance is hella fragile and can never truly be achieved and that is what Danny represents. Yes, he does try to keep the balance and the peace between the two realms - but he was born from that need for balance - those fleeting sensations that you can never quite hold onto before they disappear. But the thing is - all Ancients are created to keep the balance.

He's the Ancient of the not-quite-small things and the not-quite-big things. He's the dichotomy of everything and nothing and his existence is too vast to be truly put into words. He represents the clashing of two things that aren't meant to be. Which makes him the only being in existence that could truly be compared to CW.

CW encompasses the universe and everything that ties into the timelines - while Danny encompasses everything that exists within the timelines and everything that ties into the universe.

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otakusheep15 · 6 months

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Obey Me Flufftober Day 24

Prompt: Flowers

Pairing: Barbatos x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 748

A/n: It's Barbie's turn again!! I love writing romantic stuff for this demon. He's so cute.

Flowers were very important to Barbatos. He maintains a giant flower garden surrounding the Demon Lord's Castle, not to mention the countless bouquets throughout the interior. He spends a lot of time around flowers, and he has come to understand the meanings behind them in a way not many others did. Taking care of these flowers was also a nice escape from the stress of dealing with Diavolo, so Barbatos took great pride in his work.

Barbatos was hard to read sometimes. You were sure you were obvious in your romantic feelings for him, but you had no clue how he felt about you. You wanted to do something to finally confess properly, but you had no idea how to go about it. That's why you went to Diavolo for help. If anyone could help you, it would be him.

Well, as it turns out, Diavolo was not as much help as you expected. In fact, he was in a similar boat. Despite being Barbatos's boss, Diavolo almost never knew what to make of him, and trying to read Barbatos was nearly even impossible, even for someone like Diavolo. However, he did offer you one piece of advice: Barbatos really likes flowers. That was a little shocking to you at first, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

Now that you had something to work off of, you decided to start forming some kind of plan. What you came up with was simple enough, at least for you. Since Barbatos likes flowers, you figured someone like him would be familiar with flower meanings as well. This meant that you had to be careful with which flowers you picked, just in case you gave him the wrong signals. After plenty of research, you settled on blue Forget-me-nots. They were simple, but they were beautiful. And, according to your research, they represented love and respect, which seemed perfect for this occasion.

It took some time, but, eventually, you were able to catch Barbatos when he wasn't busy. From the expression on his face, you knew that he knew something was up, which made you much more nervous than you already were. Something about the object of your affections being aware of your feelings before your confession was terrifying, especially when it was someone like Barbatos. Still, you persisted and walked up to Barbatos, flowers in hand.

When he spotted the flowers, you could swear you saw his eyes light up just the smallest bit. It was adorable, but you drew no attention to it lest you accidentally shut him down. Instead, you present the flowers and shyly confess your feelings for him. Barbatos simply stands there and listens to you, waiting patiently for you to finish your confession. When you finish, Barbatos still does not speak, and you begin to feel nervous about his reaction.

Luckily, he does not keep you waiting for long. Barbatos gently takes the flowers from you and lifts them up to his face for an inspection. He comments on your choice of flower, and you assume you picked the right ones based on his seemingly pleased reaction. Then he looks back at you and smiles. It is a gentle smile unlike his usual, more professional smile. It makes your heart flutter, and you wish you could take a photo of him in this moment. As you unknowingly stare at his face, Barbatos steps closer to you and slowly takes your hand in the one not holding the flowers and gives you a gentle squeeze. This knocks you out of your trance, and you focus back in on the moment.

He doesn't reject you. Really, it's quite the shock. You did not expect to make it this far, and you're not entirely sure where to go from here. Barbatos does, however, and he doesn't mind taking the lead. He lifts your hand up to his lips and kisses it gently, and you're certain this means he returns your feelings. To ease any lingering doubts, you ask if he accepts, to which he says yes. A giant grin appears on your face, and you're unable to contain your excitement. He smiles as well, though a smaller smile than your own. It's a nice moment with a happy ending, and you're so glad you could make Barbatos happy as well.

Diavolo was right, Barbatos really did like flowers. And, though he would never mention it out loud, forget-me-nots had always been his favorite.

#obey me barbatos #shall we date obey me #obey me #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #obey me fluff #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #barbatos headcanons #barbatos x reader #gender neutral reader #obey me mc #gender neutral mc

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deathlieteez · 8 months

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ATTENTION (3.1)

yunho x reader

♡ attention series masterlist ♡ ┋chapter 1┋chapter 2.1┋chapter 2.2┋chapter 3.2

chapter 3, part 1: (the grudge) a way down. ever since that night when yunho cheated on his new girlfriend to fuck you at the emergency exit of a nightclub, he decided to focus on you again. you fucked him almost every day in a dynamic where you always ended up rejecting him. he felt attached to you somehow, didn't know if it was called love or if it was the idea of getting you back that kept him practically obsessed. however, it seems that yunho has started to find a new - or not so new - "way" to finally get over you, but you couldn't imagine how fucked up you would end up.

appears: yunho as your exboyfriend + mean reader.

genre: angst, smut. college au.

warning: unprotected sex (be careful hun♡), cursing, mean reader, heartbroken yunho, petnames, oral receiving (yunho)

word count: 2.6k

intentional use of lowercase letter

english is not my mother tongue

songs i get inspired by: my strange addiction - billie eilish + gimme love - joji + dunno - marc miller + gimme love - rosenfeld + something about us - daft punk + if you want love - nf

it is not meant to be representative of jeong yunho's personality or any ateez or another groups' idols who appeared ♡

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"keep going, my beautiful" yunho growled, digging his fingers into your hair for a better hold. the laughter that came out of your throat when you saw how needy he had become in just a few minutes, right after telling you it wasn't a good day for visits. but it was you, and yunho couldn't resist your charms. or your body, your mouth, your cunt, or the slightest drop of affection that would give him the tiniest, remotest hope that it might work one day.

you could brag about having him tied between your fingers. you could do it because he would appear with a snap of your fingers, no matter how hard you pushed him after a magnificent sex.

"fuck, fuck" the vibrations from your little giggle went to his cock, making him twitch. he dropped his arm back, flexing on the bed to allow himself to raise his hips against your mouth, digging deeper into your throat. the saliva was already dripping down your chin as you set up your gag reflex, but that only made him moan louder. his low, almost broken voice unraveling for you was music to your ears, "this is my baby. can you take some more, right? will you let me cum in your slutty little mouth?" a guttural sound of affirmation sent vibrations through his thick cock again and he was sure if he wasn't sitting on the edge of the bed in your old apartment he would have fallen backwards.

you surprised yourself by answering his calls and even calling him after that first night. after that, things changed dramatically between you and yunho. he himself let you know that his relationship with that girl ended the next day, and although you didn't want it, were glad about it, but didn't let him know. your reaction was colder and more distant. at least you made things better with her, was the only thing you told him after you read his message. he tried to call you after you wrote, but you didn't take his call, which didn't mean it was over. in the beginning, that was what you wanted. you were still angry with him, because you hadn't forgotten what he did. still had that image in your head, and the simple thought made your blood boil.

that hostile feeling was what made you call him a few days later. it didn't take long for it to become a fucking dynamic. day in and day out, would text or call each other: you, to fuck him; he, to see you - and fuck while you were at it, because that's all that ended up happening. when you were done, you'd leave his house or kick him out of your bedroom. you'd be lying if didn't say that more than once almost succumbed to the desire to sleep with him, but never did till now. the worst part for yunho was when the weekend came.

"u're beautiful with my cock in your mouth" he moaned, and you instinctively pressed your legs, soaking wet without him even touching you properly. the very image of yunho with his face completely fucked, his lips open, his dark gaze glued to you as if you were the only one for him - and the one who ate him the best. he lifted part of his shirt to show you his smooth chiseled stomach, because he knew how much you loved to see his skin tighten in pleasure thanks to you, who are a goddamn sight to see from any angle, and he could fuck your mouth all fucking day long. but as much as he liked the idea, it wouldn't be enough. he needed you and knew you needed him. "get up, my love."

at times like that, those were the only times you allow him to call you anything remotely affectionate. precious, my love, jagiya, baby. you only tolerated it when it had a sexual connotation. told yourself it was to punish him and show him his place, but actually you couldn't bear to leave his side after he used any affectionate nickname on you. you were especially strict, even cruel, on weekends. sometimes he didn't show up, afraid you'd hurt him again by eating some guy in his fucking face who was really just the appetizer before him, the main course. his friends warned him over and over again. you were cruel, you had no feelings, you were just using him, you were a heartless bitch. it was all true. at least partially -or apparently.

"u like my cock so much that can't let go?" he grunted, pushing you away with the palm of his hand, pressing it against your forehead, forcing you to look at him. your cheeks were burning, your hair was a mess and your face glistened with saliva. "could look at you like this all my fucking life, but i need you in bed right now. open your legs for me, baby. want to taste you." also, those were the only times you obeyed his orders. your eyes were locked on his pupils as you fought the desire to watch him masturbate hard as he watched you crawl on your back to him, undressing you in the process. you spread your legs in an agonizingly slow rhythm, prompting him to drop to his knees and spread them himself, squeezing your thighs tightly together.

arched your back as you felt his breath on your pussy, which was still covered by a lace panty that barely did its job of covering the skin. "look at u, dripping and u just ate my dick? tsk, tsk" he left several wet kisses on the inside of your thigh, making a path to your pussy as he lowered the last bit of fabric from your body "you come to my fucking house and tease me all the fucking time, even though i told you today wouldn't be a good day" he growled, lightly palming your lips, getting a whimper from you that made him smile "thought you were just a cunt, but u're also a needy slut, aren't you? needy for my cock" he licked lightly with the tip of his tongue between your walls, not going any further. you moaned with a groan, he slapped your lips again "use your mouth for more than just sucking me off, beautiful. what do you want, tell me" he demanded, your mind beginning to cloud with desire and anticipation.

"yuyu, i want you," you whimpered, "need you, please.

i need you. he hated that phrase almost as much as he loved it. it was driving him crazy, the idea of having you. he would beg you on his knees to spend one fucking night with him if you would just let him. and that fucking phrase always made his stomach turn with a glimmer of hope, even though he knew exactly what was coming next. you would go away and leave him alone again. he was fucked. really. he didn't know if he still loved you or if he was just obsessed with the idea of getting you back, but his days were starting to feel like an eternity without you. he spent them sad, not wanting to do anything but watch tv, play league of legends, or sleep. he had to find a way to get better without you. he was working hard at it, and that's why he told you it wasn't a good day.

"u need me, huh?" he moaned, feeling his cock twitch just hearing you whine about it "if my baby needs me, she's got me" he was ready to devour you, but as his deep voice showed, anger took over his system, mixing with lust, desire and maybe love. he stood up abruptly and aligned the head of his cock, swollen and glistening in the presemen, with your entrance.

"please, yuyu" begged, and he didn't need any more. not even having the patience to prepare you for its thickness, he slammed it in all at once, taking your breath away and watering your eyes with the impact. the pain and pleasure grew in your stomach, moaning his name almost in a scream. he sighed in relief to finally be inside you, bringing both hands to your hips, using them for support to take on a frenetic rhythm. "my god" you moaned, he groaned.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" he wanted to tell you how tight you were for him, how you fit together like a puzzle and drove him crazy, but the words only came out in the form of an insult or a curse. he fought not to roll his eyes, keeping them open to your face, your body and his cock moving aggressively in and out of your hole. he felt more and more that he had to choose between the two realities of you that occupied his heart: the old one or the brand new sluttier version, sometimes funnier but certainly more cruel. he missed you and could only feel you close when he was inside you, which was great but also sucked because… that hopefully only lasted an hour. maybe two if he extended the preliminary and had a good rest the day before, which happened less and less often.

that's why he'd been looking for another way to… distract himself lately.

"yuyu, gonna- i'm gonna-" you moaned loudly as he began to stimulate your clit at the same time as he deepened his thrusts, easily reaching all your sweet spots at once.

"me too, baby. cum for me, huh? cum on my cock" he grunted and you needed no more. your walls contracted and you sucked his dick hard as if you wanted to milk him to the last drop, forcing him to abandon your clit and grip your hips tightly again, his thrusts becoming more erratic and forceful. your juices served as a lubricant to allow yunho to go even deeper into you, leaving him definitely limp when he finally sent thick ropes of cum into you.

he was still the only person you fucked without protection -condom-. although if you had to be completely honest, he was the only person you had fucked since he told you he had left the other girl for you. you didn't know it at the time, but you wished with all your might that you had told him earlier. and you would know it ver soon.

he placed both hands at your sides, bending his elbows to gently reach your mouth. kissed you gently, looking for a way to keep you a little closer to him. a few seconds or minutes before you said goodbye again. without an i love you, not even a fucking see ya later. "do you have to go now?" he murmured against your lips, as if it was a secret that he wanted you to stay longer. you nodded, smiling slowly as you opened your eyes, still a little lost in the sweet sensation of his lips.

"need to go home, take a shower and get some rest, it's been a long day" his gaze on yours clearly reflected his disappointment even though he knew your answer beforehand.

"u can do all that here. we'll order dinner, maybe watch a film. we could even take a shower together" he smiles weakly. the idea sounds very appealing. you sigh and purse your lips as a small feeling of fear settles in chest. yunho drops his body next to you and hugs you. his arms wrap around your shoulders and waist, pulling you into the warmth of his skin as if he knew he could weaken your convictions this way, because there was no better way to do it than to give you a small dose of nostalgia. your old bed, his warmth, the unmistakable scent of his precious skin, the softness of his touch caressing your naked body. with little else, you would fall asleep, holding him as close as you could, enjoying him in a more emotional way. much more real than the fleeting ecstasy of orgasm.

you remained silent, wondering if it was really that bad. in your head, it sounded like ingratiating yourself with the enemy. a temporary white flag that was actually wedding bells in your heart. wished you didn't feel so attached to him at times like this, or at all. that was why you were strict about things like affectionate nicknames, but this had been a really long day and there wasn't a single second when he wasn't in your head.

it sucked to know that nothing would ease the pain and tiredness like his arms. yunho would love to know all that. he would love to hear from your lips how your mind and your heart fought a seemingly endless battle for him, to give him a tiny chance to take care of you and love you right. if you had... if you had told him the truth, things would have been different afterwards. "it doesn't sound bad, but i'd better go" you finally said, more for yourself than for him.

"c'mon, jagiya," he kissed your head lightly, tightening his grip, "won't ask you to stay the night. just a little longer..." it was a plea, but even though you wanted to say yes, you pushed him away with both hands to get out of his very welcoming aura.

this time you sighed louder and turned your back to him before said, "m going out on friday, u can come if you want," you stood up and started to gather your clothes from all corners of the room. yunho felt his chest heaving as he watched you get dressed.

in his eyes you were a work of art. you had been sculpted by the hands of the greats, donatello, miguel angel, bernini. your beauty was something otherworldly. a miracle he had once called his own, but now it only made his heart break over and over again.

"doubt it" he said, covering himself lightly with his sheets, "i have plans."

"tell your friends to come if you want to" yunho shrugged, tilting his head slightly, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

"not going to see 'em" you wanted to, but you didn't ask who was going to keep him away from you the next day. a small alarm went on in your head, but he silenced it with his words "maybe saturday... if you want..."

"okay, yunho, we'll see" you replied, sounding cold, although in reality you had to admit that you were a little - or a lot - excited to see him again. waved at him before leaving the room, not even expecting him to walk you to the door. you didn't want a romantic goodbye on the threshold of his foyer. it was better that way. so you left your old house and he was left alone, in a huge bed that now smelled of you again, with the echo of the front door closing in anticipation of a little sob of disappointment.

hi there!!! again, it wasnt meant to be dividen in two parts, but im on vacation trip and i couldnt bring my laptop (im used to write there and the tumblr app somehow works shitty in my phone), but i wanted to update so badddddd. also, i think the second part is so interesting (the moodboard its a clue) so im gonna be writting anytime i have free time!!!!! thank u for reading my work and i hope u enjoyed it soooooo much ♡ lots of loveeeee

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BRF Reading - 9th of October, 2023

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 9th of October, 2023

Question: Is the Royal Foundation (allegedly) having financial difficulties.

Reading Two - Please Read with Reading One below

Note: All the cards were upright in the deck for this reading, so there are no reversals.

Interpretation: They are having to turn down opportunities because of a betrayal by Harry.

Card One: The Four of Cups

The Four of Cups is a card of rejection and discontent. The energy of this card is that The Royal Foundation has to turn down opportunities that they would otherwise, and they are not happy about it. This is one of my gossip cards, so we might see some nasty gossip about this in the future. If you look at the card, the person in the middle (Psyche) represents the Royal Foundation, and on either side of her are people telling her about all these wonderful ideas, but Psyche is just sitting there because she can't do anything about them. It looks like she is ignoring them, but the energy of the card is not of ignoring opportunities, but of not being able to take up those opportunities, like how no one is lifting the cups and drinking them.

Card Two: The Seven of Wands

This is a card of conflicts and arguments. of someone fighting off attackers to hold their ground. The energy of this card is of someone holding fast to their moral stance and ethical behaviour, despite pressure from others to agree to something that does not accord with their ethics. Wands is the suit of PR, so there could be something about publicity that is involved in all of this - I hear the words 'Don't make it public' but I'm not getting anything more.

Card Three: The Eight of Cups

This is a card of loss, both financial and emotional. The picture shows Psyche having stripped herself of all earthly goods to descend to the underworld. She is leaving those goods - the eight cups - behind her as she goes. The energy of this card is of a financial loss (the cups) that is overlaid with a deep emotional loss. Something precious emotionally is gone, like trust, or respect, or being able to depend on someone, and it is unable to be recovered. It has disappeared, like Psyche vanishing from the earth into the underworld.

Underlying Energy One: The Knight of Pentacles

Underlying Energy Two: The Ten of Swords

The Knight of Pentacles is the card for Virgo, and here it represents Harry, who is a sun sign Virgo.

The Ten of Swords is the card of betrayal. Coming after the Knight of Pentacles, this tells me that Harry was the one who performed an act of betrayal. The betrayal energy from this card is huge. Someone/s have been very deeply wounded by whatever it was Harry did.

The above energy of not being able to take up all the opportunities that you want to pursue, of fighting and of a deep emotional loss, is all based on these two underlying cards: Harry and his act of betrayal. I don't know what Harry did, but something that he did is seen as an act of such betrayal that it has shattered whatever trust, respect, reliability etc there was between him and other people in the Royal Foundation and it has meant that the The Royal Foundation is currently unable to pursue all the opportunities that it would like to pursue.

Conclusion:

The Royal Foundation may be having some financial difficulties, as they are not able to take up all the opportunities that are presented to them, and their rejection of some opportunities may be read as disinterest. There is some disagreement energy that comes across as someone holding firm in their moral stance, and someone else saying that something can not be made public. There is also a loss of 'earthly goods' that has been overshadowed by an emotional loss. All this has been caused or affected by a betrayal by Harry, a betrayal that has been felt very deeply and that has caused a shattering of whatever trust and respect the people in the Royal Foundation who know about this previously felt for Harry.

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Critical Role Character Meta

I just wanted to take a second to acknowledge certain character choices and common themes that I’ve seen the CR cast make with their main campaign characters over the years.

*Obligatory disclaimer that these are just my opinions/perspectives, and not meant to suggest that these recurring themes are necessarily intentional on the cast members’ parts, or that these are the “correct” way to read these characters.Also, feel free to add onto the discussion!

Travis (Grog, Fjord, Chetney) – The biggest commonality here is themes of masculinity and strength. Does your strength and rage define you, and how do you know when to use it. Yes, Grog is a 7.5-8 foot tall goliath berserker barbarian, and fits into the “dumb jock” trope with little difficulty, and it would be so easy to play him as the stereotypical dumb jock, with all of the toxic masculinity that comes with that – hell, Kevdak and the rest of the Herd fit that bill to a tee. But when they beat and pillage and destroy whatever they want, simply because they can, Grog is the one to stand up to them terrorizing an old man and say this is wrong, this is not what our strength is for. “It all comes down to one word, really: family. Before I was a part of this group, I had no family. Pike took me in, I met all of you. And I had a purpose. So before that, I would be down to fuck anything up, anytime, no problem. I still kind of am. But I realized that if I fly off the handle too soon, it screws over my family. That's no good, because I care about you.”

In the same vein, pretty much the entirety of Fjord’s character arc through campaign 2 is gradually unlearning all of the toxic masculinity he learned from Vandran. Now, that’s not to say that all of those ideas were intentionally taught to him, nor was everything he learned from Vandran bad. But he still felt the need to pretend to be somebody else, someone less emotional and less willing to acknowledge vulnerability, in order to be taken seriously and be respected. I couldn’t help but notice, but after Fjord broke his pact with Uk’otoa (U’kotoa) and started talking in his actual voice, he started being more emotive, he actually said when he was afraid or uncertain or even just uncomfortable, instead of just pushing it down and pretending that he wasn’t affected. One could argue that the entire joke of Fjord being weak is only funny because he’s a half-orc and a man, somebody that’s “““supposed””” to be strong.

And then, with Chetney, it’s right there with his lycanthropy. It’s I’ve got this super cool ability that makes me tall and strong and gives me claws and fangs and it’s awesome, except he doesn’t have it as under control as he thinks he does, and he’s unwilling to acknowledge the downsides, even after attacking a teammate – and let’s talk about that, shall we? Let’s talk about this strong, raging creature within him that he lost control over, not long after having a serious and vulnerable heart-to-heart with Orym, and ended up clawing him up. Even while he was in the throes of bloodlust, he was apologizing. Even the “Recognize The Alpha” tattoo/motto, and how it’s based in the (debunked) idea of alpha wolves, and how it also has come to represent the (bullshit) idea of alpha males, but it’s never something he uses to act like he’s better than everyone around him, it’s never a point of ego. Rather, it’s emblematic of the through-line of these characters: that strength is only what you make of it, and being stronger than others doesn’t mean you’re better, it means you have a responsibility to use that strength to lift others up.

Taliesin (Percy, Mollymauk, Caduceus, Ashton) – Taliesin literally talked about this on an episode of 4-Sided Dive, but he didn’t go super in-depth with it, and also I’d already planned on making this post then, so :p.

Honestly, the biggest thread between these four is that all of them scream The Refusal Of The Call. How all of them looked at their backstory and immediately turned their backs on it and powerwalked the fuck away. When asked during the Q&A after episode 4 of campaign 1, Taliesin says that “[Percy] has no interest in going home yet, ‘cause that’s terrifying. So we have not dealt with that.” Mollymauk hears the name Lucien and says fuck that, fuck him, that’s not me, that’s not my life, I want nothing to do with him. Caduceus’ ENTIRE THING was that he was the one that stayed behind, that he even felt guilty for going out and adventuring like Calliope wanted for her life. It’s not quite as clear with Ashton, but they’ve made it very clear that they don’t want to go looking for the Nobodies, he doesn’t need to know anything more of what happened that night or since then. On top of that, Taliesin mentioned at some point that whenever Ashton came into money, he ended up spending it all on booze and gambling – which, when he’s trying to get out of a very steep debt with Jiana Hexum, doesn’t seem like he’s trying all that hard.

Laura (Vex, Jester, Imogen) – The thread that I tugged on for Laura’s characters wasn’t really something that I could sum up in one simple statement. I think there’s two things that really stand out to me. The first is this running theme of loving mothers and distant fathers – but that love is never perfect, and that distance isn’t always intentional or malicious.

Elaina loved her children dearly, and they loved her, but they were taken away when they were only ten, and she died while they were gone. Syldor only cared about the twins because of his own reputation, and that coldness was something that Vex could never fully forgive. Marion adored Jester, and Jester certainly didn’t feel like her childhood was bad, but Marion’s own fears and her business led to her keeping Jester indoors and secret for so much of her life. Babenon loved Marion, and if circumstances had been different he would have loved to be a part of Jester’s life from the get-go, but circumstances were not that kind. He didn’t even know she existed until she walked into his bar, and once she was there, he didn’t believe that he deserved to be a part of her life. Relvin might have been a good father to Imogen in her childhood, but as soon as her powers began developing he pulled away, keeping her isolated from the rest of Gelvaan, and keeping her away from him – Imogen goes so far as to speculate that he’s happier with her gone, because he’s uncomfortable with her seeing into his head. I don’t think a feeling like that comes out of nowhere, especially not when the person saying it can read minds. Unfortunately, we don’t know much about Liliana yet, or why she left, or even if she left rather than being killed or kidnapped or something. But I think that her love and protectiveness of Imogen is clear, considering it’s her that always shows up in her dreams, urging her to run from the storm.

The second thing is the masks that these characters put up. Vex tries so hard to be confident and in control, whether that be in a fight or through snark or while flirting or bartering. At moments she can be a bit bitchy, but never for long and she makes sure to take responsibility for any time that she gets too harsh towards someone. But it’s the moments that that mask of control falls, the “Do I look like I come from money”-type moments, that show her heart. Jester is pretty much the opposite; she’s always big smiles and pranks and goofy stories. She’s light and peppy and energetic, which is often genuine, but also becomes her armour when she’s vulnerable. The way that she forces a smile and pretends to not be crying, during the pirate arc and later leading up to Travelercon, are absolutely heartwrenching because it’s such a departure from how we typically see her. Imogen’s mask is much more straightforward, and much more of a foundation for the character. Because she can read minds, and she has to constantly act polite, act like the thoughts of everyone around her doesn’t weigh on her every damn day. Her mask is the shields she keeps up in her mind, and when she’s around too many people, it is constantly on the verge of falling.

Liam (Vax, Caleb, Orym) – Everyone brings up grief and loss as a major through-line across Liam’s characters, and that’s true, but that’s not what I’m going to dive into here. There’s an interesting theme across these three, of this… sort of question, of characters starting from humble beginnings, and what forces them onto the path to greatness? How does a half-blooded runaway with sticky fingers with a dead mother and a shitty father become a Paladin of the Goddess of Death? How does a small-town farm boy with a love of books end up on the fast track to becoming an elite magical assassin? How does someone who is essentially a town guardsman end up travelling across the continent, across the ocean, and help to uncover conspiracies and end enormous threats and discover long-lost civilizations? It feels like it’s very common for people to go into creating their DnD characters with the knowledge that they’re going to be Going On An Adventure, and that they could very well end up as some sort of Chosen One, or going toe-to-toe with dragons and gods and demons and the like, but it never feels that way with Liam’s characters. They’re all just average people who somehow found their way onto this path.

Marisha (Keyleth, Beau, Laudna) – Marisha’s characters, like Laura’s, have two different commonalities across them. The first is kind of similar to Liam’s, in that they all have some sort of expectations and importance placed upon them that they don’t want and didn’t ask for. Keyleth only ended up going on the Aramente because her mother failed – and she wasn’t asked, she was chosen for it. Beau was literally kidnapped by the Cobalt Soul and essentially forced into monk training, which she very loudly complained about for a long time. Laudna was fucking killed, and then was unintentionally brought back to life, and now she’s got the woman who murdered her in her head, and granting her her warlock powers (which she didn’t really need – remember, she’s a sorcerer, and was already a sorcerer before she died).

The second is that they are all, in some way, off-putting. Off-putting by design, no less. Keyleth’s simultaneous awkwardness and bone-deep, stubborn conviction makes it difficult to hold a conversation with her at times. Beau is brusque and abrasive, and for a long time, kept people at arm’s length. Laudna’s fucking dead – she’s scary and weird and dripping ichor and vomiting bees? And I love that Marisha leans in to that, that she doesn’t make her characters easy to like or overly kind and sweet.

Ashley (Pike, Yasha, Fearne) – The dichotomy of gentleness vs. ferocity. Pike is sweet and compassionate and is a cleric of a goddess of redemption, but she’s also tough as hell and, as we all know, a monstah. Yasha is a barbarian with the power of the Stormlord at her back and rage in her veins, but she also is soft spoken and awkward and collects pressed flowers and her greatest crime was simply falling in love. And Fearne has her soft, breathy voice and wide-eyed “innocence” in this world that she’s not a part of, who steals things because she loves them, but then she also steals things. She can summon a wildfire with a flick of her fingers, she can shapeshift into wild animals, she has her feral side with fangs and claws and viciousness. All of them are soft and sharp at the same time, and neither side is a more accurate version of their character.

Sam (Scanlan, Taryon, Nott/Veth, Fresh Cut Grass) – You know, I was originally going to try to come up with some character trait or narrative element that this fandom hasn’t talked to death about yet, but fuck it. Yes, the biggest commonality here is that Sam makes the most ridiculous fucking characters – the stereotypical horny bard (fun sized), the pompous rich boy who’s never been in a fight, the shrill and alcoholic goblin, the fucking Southern Hospitality Robit. But then he gives them so much heart and soul, so much depth, that they’re no longer ridiculous. He gives them “Well, that's just it. I'm a really good liar”, and “No, Taryon's on the floor, weeping, holding his necklace,” and “They made me everything that I thought I was: not pretty, not good, just not,” and every conversation F.C.G. has had regarding whether or not they have a soul. Sam sees these goofy, fun, ridiculous characters, and decides that they also have a story, and it’s one worth telling.

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oh moony you’ve opened such a can of worms, please excuse me while i word vomit, so many thoughts happening prepare your eyeballs

bones and all (as dramatic as this sounds) changed me, and my view in so many ways. the metaphor for love being so violent, and beautiful, and dangerous, and all consuming was so amazing to watch. i started that movie simply because timothee was in it and now my life is changed.

and plugging jj into the idea of bones and all makes me tweak out in the best way possible, because jj would. jj is the type of man to love with his entire being, his would existence. once you’re his, you’re his. fuck being locked in girl you’re chained up to a radiator atp 😭 jj, in many ways, already does but even more so would masterfully represent that all consuming love.

lee and maren had their adventures, yes, but i feel like eater!jj would be such a bonnie and clyde connection. even MORE SO if reader is an eater and he isn’t. he’d do anything for you, he’d kill any bum, any wandering unlucky soul. that scene where maren goes “lee, im hungry” really reminds me of eater!reader and human jj.. because, his girl is hungry so guess what? he’s gonna do something about it. jj knows it’s wrong, he knows one day they’ll probably be caught. he knows he can’t hide her forever but he chooses to keep doing it, because he loves her, and he’ll he damned if someone takes her from him.

- 🪐

i want you to know that ur my soul sister. you get what im going for tenfold.

ever since i saw bones and all in theaters its stuck with me like me and my friend could do nothing but ait in silence as the credits rolled i hadnt felt so viscerally affected by a movie in forever at that point.

because jj would see her for who she is and not be scared of it. fuck he’s probably offered himself up multiple times because he would let her eat him bones and all if it meant she was safe and happy and fed like this is who he is. he makes sacrifices. he puts himself in danger for those he loves and he would kill for them too!

i could def see their relationship being like those two guys lee and maren ran into where ones an eater the other isnt but the non eater…does consume with him. i could see jj doing it early on to prove how serious he is bc killing someone for you isnt enough he wants you to know he’ll go all the way for you. and theyre constantly bouncing state to state because it can just be too much. he has to work. he has to provide for them. but he knows theres a non zero chance he’ll come back and someone will be dead or she’ll be caught so they keep moving and it never feels like a burden because this is what love is

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #🪐 anon #ode to eaters

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etherealbelphie · 2 years

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What Was It Again...?(Ft. Mammon and GN!MC)

Warnings: Dehumanizing behavior towards MC, Mammon's a little mean in this one sorry :(

Length: 0.8k words

Genre: Angst, hurt, fluff, comfort, chaotic.

Hiatus is officially over! I basically never left, but...it's official now :3 I'm going to try and get back to posting one solid fic/chapter a week, but take this for now!

Based on my headcanon that Mammon kept forgetting MC's name, which is why he constantly referred to them as 'human' instead. I don't think this calls for many warnings, but as always, if I should add some, please let me know! Hope you enjoy!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don't claim as your own!

You’d been in the Devildom less than a week, and unsurprisingly, you wanted to go home.

Even though they had brought you here, your roommates/landlords/kidnappers didn’t seem to want you here either, which made the whole situation even stranger.

The first few days, most of the brothers would always talk at you, or about you, but never to you. Satan had taken to rubbing his fingers together to get your attention, like you were a cat. Beelzebub had once taken you out of a chair and placed you on the floor so he could have your spot.

Even though you were a representative of the human world, the entire experience was rather dehumanizing.

It’s not like everything instantly changed when you made a pact with Mammon, but at the very least, they seemed to realize you were a sentient being. It was the small things, like them saying good morning to you when you entered the dining room for breakfast.

Bit by bit, things were starting to get better.

“Oi, human!” Well, most things. It was weird, really. From what little you understood about this world, a pact meant you basically owned Mammon. You didn’t want to own him, nor would you ever treat him as if you did, but some mutual respect would be nice.

Meanwhile, he wouldn’t even use your name.

“Coming,” you answered, standing up. You grabbed your bag off the back of the chair and followed him out of the dining room. You hadn't even been in the Devildom for a week, so you still weren’t trusted to go anywhere by yourself.

Well, that’s not quite right. It was more a lack of trust in other demons to leave you alone.

“Are ya ready for RAD?” He asked, pushing the door open for the both of you.

“I guess. Thanks,” you said absentmindedly.

“Whaddya mean, you guess? The great Mammon’s gonna be with ya all day! You oughtta show a little more enthusiasm, human!”

If you tried to match his level of enthusiasm, you'd burn out almost instantly.

“Uh-huh... Um, actually can I ask you something?” You asked distractedly.

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Um…would you mind calling me by my name please?” You asked, coming off much more timid than you intended.

“What?”

“My name? Would you mind using it? Instead of human?” You repeat.

“Call you…by your name?” He paused a second, then burst out laughing. “Pfft, now why would I do a thing like that?”

“I call you by your name, don’t I?”

“It’s not the same!”

“…why not?”

“I’m a demon, and you’re a human!” He was still laughing, as if it was the most ridiculous idea he’d ever heard.

While that was true, he was also a demon you happened to have complete control over. You’d used the pact once before then, on behalf of Levi, but other than that you pretty much left it alone. But how was using it to ask him to use your name any less petty than using it to get money back?

“Mammon, I asked you to call me by my name, and you will. Understood?”

He cut off midlaugh, freezing in place. Presumably, the pact was going into affect.

“U-u-ugh, understood!” He finally said, sighing in relief as he was able to move again. However, you weren’t quite satisfied.

“Understood, who?”

“Understood…huma-ugh…argh…”

“Are you seriously fighting it that much? Why are you so adamant on not using my name?”

“I-ugh…hu-“ He struggled to get the words out again.

“Do you really hate me that much?” You asked softly, loosening your grip on him.

“Ugh, it’s not that!” he exclaimed, frustrated.

“Whatever," you muttered, walking ahead of him.

"I can't use your name!"

"Why not?" You asked again, not really expecting an answer.

“I can't because I don't know what it is!"

"Huh?" You stopped dead, and he almost crashed into you. You turned to face him.

"I...don't know what it is," he repeated.

You stared at him. “…Actually?”

"Yeah!" Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, I was late to the student council meeting, and I missed Lucifer introducing you. I know you introduced yourself at some point, but like, I forgot. And it's been like, three days at this point-"

You cut him off, telling him your name. His jaw dropped.

"That's your name?"

"Yes!" You answered, unable to keep from smiling. "Who's did you think it was?"

"I dunno, one of Levi's newest anime crushes or something?"

"Why would Lucifer address me as one of Levi's anime crushes?" You pressed.

"I-I don't know!" he exclaimed, though by that point he'd started laughing too. "Lucifer's weird!"

"Oh, geez!" You exclaimed, starting to walk again. You didn't want to be late.

Being weird must run in the family, you think, though you didn't mean it as an insult.

You stole a glance at the man beside you. His cheeks were tinted slightly pink from the initial embarrassment.

Maybe he wasn't as bad as you'd originally thought.

#obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me mammon #obey me platonic #obey me mammon x mc #it can be read as either-

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writing-by-stormy · 10 months

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Fictional Religion Brainstorming Ideas

(Remember: you don’t have to use or think of each and every one of these in order to create a religion for your story. These are just prompts to get you thinking/help if you’re feeling stuck <3)

setting affects the beliefs of the people living there. If they live in a harsh climate, their beliefs will reflect that. Gods and other spiritual forces are often used as personifications of natural forces, so think about the relationship your people have to their environment

What is their definition of good and evil? Is it more spiritual or moral? What are the rules/guidelines? What (if anything) is considered a sin/transgressions?

Do they believe in gods? Spirits? The soul? What separates each of these things? What do they represent?

Is there any type of “divine justice”? What (if anything) happens to “bad” people? What must you do to be redeemed?

What are their traditions, and how have they evolved over time? How do they vary?

How much influence does this religion your society? Is it something people view as traditions that they practice because of the cultural significance? Or is it more all consuming and ingrained in almost every aspect of life? Maybe they’re a group who’s outcasted or discriminated against, if so why? Where do they differ from the mainstream beliefs and why is that such a dividing issue?

How were these beliefs passed down and recorded? Are they written down in a book like the Bible? Passed down through manuscripts and scrolls? Word of mouth and storytelling? Who has access to these records? Have any been lost to time or altered? Who would want to alter or control access to them and why?

What do these people find to be important? people find meaning in things that are significant to their ways of life. For an example, a society that centers around agriculture might rely heavily on time of year, seasons, weather, etc. and base a lot of their culture and religion off that. They also might celebrate harvests, have rituals meant to encourage growth, view crops as rewards/blessings from the Gods, etc. Likewise, insects and droughts might be seen as punishment, or a sign the spiritual realm isn’t satisfied.

What is the significance of prayer, mantras, meditation, hymns, ritual, etc? Is it an attempt to commune with the divine? Seek wisdom and guidance? Show respect or reverence?

How does your religion view death? Is it taboo or something you celebrate? What about the afterlife (if there is one)

How is your religion spread, and how easy is it to convert? Is it an isolated, closed religion unique to a specific group(s)? is the goal to spread their beliefs to everyone? Can anyone join at any time or is there an initiation process? What (if anything) is kept a secret and why?

#writers and poets #world building #fictional religion #writing inspo #writing #world building ideas #writing prompts #writing ideas

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uptoolateart · 1 year

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Fairytales - All of us are our own Prince Charming

A few years ago, I attended this workshop about storytelling and the ancient legends of Great Britain (where I live), and the host said that as a society we are suffering from a ‘crisis of metaphor’. What he meant was that we tend to take things too literally and therefore miss symbolic significance.

An area where I see this happen over and over again is our interpretation of fairytales - namely, this idea of a princess being saved by a prince, and the modern notion that it teaches little girls they need a man to rescue them.

This is valid, but only because we fail to teach little girls (and boys!) the true meaning of such tales. In fact, the most well-known fairytales date back not just centuries but millennia, because they contain elements of older myths. For instance, the three fairy godmothers in Sleeping Beauty are the three fates found in Norse and Greek mythology - who also appear as the three witches in Macbeth. The notion of an apple of temptation in Snow White, too, has its origins in ancient Greek legend - not to speak of its allusion to the Garden of Eden.

The reason such tales have persisted in popular culture for so long is that they speak to something deep inside us, and this goes well beyond just promoting the idea of a girl needing a man to save her. For this reason, there are books out there psychoanalysing classic tales as if they were dreams, from both a Freudian and a Jungian perspective. We also got taught to analyse stories in this manner in my English degree, once upon a time.

As a brief example, I’ll return to Sleeping Beauty. As a little girl, she's hidden away and protected from all eyes, especially men’s eyes, as if trying to keep her young forever. Her parents refuse to allow her to touch that magic spindle, which is a symbol for puberty and awakening sexuality. I mean...a needle, and a bloom of blood?? However, this growth is inevitable. Despite how much they try to keep her from being exposed to the outside world, Aurora finds the spindle anyway and falls into a deep sleep.

This sleep not only affects her but the whole kingdom. Everyone goes unconscious, other than the witch / dragon. The prince then has to fight through thorns to reach the princess and defeat the dragon. A crucial question is: why would he do this? Surely there are easier princesses to win! And if we look at the Disney rendition, he literally just saw Aurora talking to squirrels and owls and immediately fell in love with her, instead of thinking she was a bit odd. All of this tells us we can’t take it literally.

The dragon and thorns are the internal defensive measures to try to keep out the prince, who represents everything that was being repressed - the awakening moment that will bring Aurora into the adult world the parents and fairies were so keen to hold her back from. In this sense, we can say that the witch and the prince are both other aspects of the princess. In other words, there is no girl in need of saving by a man. The man is part of the young woman. She is saving herself. There is no kiss to wake her up magically - this is symbolic of her emotional awakening and transition into adulthood. This is why she is named Aurora, a reference to the dawn.

We can look at every popular fairytale in this way and see that each character is an archetype. Each of us, male or female, holds all these archetypes within us. So, fairytales are not merely stories but ways of symbolically exploring growth experiences and journeys we all go through. In this way, even a little boy hearing one of these tales can relate to the princess. Every boy is the princess and prince - every girl is the princess and prince.

What is key is making sure that the symbolism is strong. Don’t explain all of this to young kids and ruin the magic. But as our children grow and begin to be aware of the symbols, we can explore it with them and teach them that each and every one of them has the power within to be their own Prince Charming and free themselves from any 'evil spell'.

#fairy tales #fairytale analysis #fairytale meta #sleeping beauty #sleeping beauty analysis #jungian #archetypes #Freudian #symbolism #myths #prince charming

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