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thelunarfairy · 6 months

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A controversial post about the Yugi twins

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Comment from @hanakoisshort

"Could u explain and talk about the 2 first pictures please"

The two pictures:

Not long ago I received an ask about the connection between "eating" and "sex" that exists in JSHK in a very metaphorical way, if you're interested in seeing it, just click here

I will confess that I postponed creating this post a long time ago, but I realized that we need to talk about this. A lot of people ask me about their relationship, so I felt the need to be completely honest with my point of view about them.

Content warning: incest, cannibalism, sex

Important notes: This post exists solely for the purpose of analyzing the behavior and relationships between the characters, it is not a ship, nor an encouragement to do the same as them. Nothing I say here demonstrates my personal preference about the situation, again, it's just an analysis.

You must have already realized that the relationship between the twins is not an ordinary relationship, right? You must have found at least one or two strange behavior between them, but you chose to let it go, maybe this is a twins thing?

It will be?

Let's remember a little about what I said about the link between sex and hunger, Aidairo tends to use a lot of scenes referring to sex quite frequently and also talks explicitly about cannibalism, it's common for you to notice that cannibalism is also a metaphor for sex, like in the scene between Hakubo and Sumire, I explain it better in the post I mentioned.

Let's remember that supernaturals like to devour, eat, whether other supernaturals or humans, especially humans. It is quite obvious that the sexual connotation between the one who devours and the one who is devoured has to do with the characters' relationship.

So let's focus on the twins' relationship. They were born human, they know what it is to love and how relationships between humans work. Unlike someone who was born as a supernatural and has no idea how it works (like in the case of Hakubo).

Despite this, Tsukasa spent more time with the supernaturals than Amane, who only became close to the supernaturals later, and in addition, he encountered them very early. At four years old, Tsukasa, like any other child, doesn't really know what is right or wrong. He learned from that creature, and one of his principles is that you should be able to do whatever you want, even if it's selfish.

So, in the first phase of Tsukasa's life, we always see him blushing around Amane, it's really very common. He has a great love for his brother, but he doesn't really know what kind of love it is. He's just happy with what Amane offers him, while Tsukasa offers everything, even himself. Then, he returns as a supernatural, he returns home with that thing rooted in his chest.

He would now have the same hunger that supernaturals have. So let's travel a little to the future, we see Amane with suspicious injuries on his neck, cheek, mouth

Yes, mouth

So….

The rope marks on the wrists.

We still see Tsukasa blush when he looks at, or talks about Amane.

What is Tsukasa's favorite snack?

Does it seem to make sense?

When Amane transformed into Hanako, he began to demonstrate strong sexual desires for Nene, and perhaps, who knows, the desire to literally devour her, as he is a supernatural. The human part desires her sexually, and the supernatural part wants to satisfy his hunger.

Why is Hanako's appetite so strong? He holds back so much it's obvious.

So, about Tsukasa. He once told Nene, blushing, that they two are the same, this right after she said that she liked Amane, romantically speaking.

So let's talk about how apparently in love Tsukasa is with Amane. Yes, in love. In a romantic way.

I know, it's weird to think about, but we have some evidence. And believe me, he's not the only one. Amane also appears to have romantic feelings for Tsukasa.

The way Tsukasa usually touches Amane/Hanako, the way he usually blushes when he's around him,… Oh, let me show you more explicitly

So, to complement, let's talk about Sumire and Hakubo. Sumire saw Hakubo as her husband from the beginning, and she treated him as such ever since. We saw throughout her arc that their relationship worked that way, even if Hakubo didn't quite understand (after all, he was born supernatural, and had never learned about love). Hakubo has killed several times and none of them were in the same way as he did to Sumire.

There is a clear and obvious sexual connotation in this scene, it is the moment when he asks to take her as his wife, she is initially scared, and the way he does it, the way he likes, devouring every little piece of her.

She was his yorishiro, and to destroy her he had to devour her.

Do you know who else is a yorishiro?

Tsukasa

And who owns this yorishiro?

Hanako.

Tsukasa apparently doesn't want them to intrude at a time when it will be necessary to destroy him. Sakura made Yashiro see what happened to Sumire after she was devoured, but she did it hidden from Tsukasa (Apparently)

Tsukasa wants to resolve this between them. So, if Nene doesn't remove Tsukasa's seal, Hanako will have to devour him.

Yes, in the same way as Hakubo and Sumire.

Can you see better now?

How about if I show you this art from chapter 100

Doesn't that mean Hanako will have to devour him? Remember the sexual connotation of the scene. The way Hanako is positioned over Tsukasa, the way Tsukasa's hand is touching his lips….

This position, Hanako likes it a lot…. Who does he use this position with most often?

Besides being the same position in which he killed Tsukasa, isn't this a suggestive position for sex?

Hahaha, I think you understand now.

Amane and Tsukasa feel human and supernatural desires, the hunger they feel (but don't usually show) exists, we often see them yearning for each other, what kind of things didn't Amane do to meet Tsukasa's needs?

So, Amane being Tsukasa's "snack" could refer to the fact that he used to eat Amane at certain times (without gravity) perhaps to satisfy his desire and Tsukasa not hurt other people (when they were 12/13 years old)

After all, it doesn't matter, he always forgives, isn't that what he said?

A relationship of love, resentment, unrequited desires, passion.

So, in summary… Apparently the twins are or once were in love with each other, or at least feel a strong attraction between them. The desire that exists in them is reflected in a sexual way or through hunger. As humans and as supernaturals. They are like Hakubo and Sumire, one day Hanako will devour Tsukasa, so, if we take into account the metaphor that "eating" is similar to 'Sex', you can imagine what will happen between them.

Remembering again, this is an analysis of their behavior. Unfortunately I wasn't able to include all the photos I wanted due to the image limit

Initially, this is the impression it gives about their relationship. I didn't mention the AUS, nor the extras, which emphasize this even more. I also didn't elaborate on this in more depth because I don't know if you would feel uncomfortable about it.

It may be that in the future more information about them will appear and refute this… impression about their relationship….

Anyway, I'm going to stop here (although I have many other things to explore about this topic) because this is a response post, so I hope you didn't feel uncomfortable with the content.

If you want, I can better develop a post just to talk about the twins' relationship with this topic.

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cilliansdove · 11 months

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TOUCH ME || tommy shelby oneshot

pairings : tommy shelby x fem!reader

warnings : smut

rating : 18+

summary : Y/n can’t sleep. Only the touch of her beloved will set her to sleep.

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Twisting and turning in her sleep, Y/n woke in a hot sweat. Her forehead felt like it was on fire and she pulled the duvet straight off of her.

Her naked body spread out on the mattress trying to get some cool air too it.

She huffed out in annoyance. There was a clear throbbing coming from her heat, “Explains why I’m so hot,” Y/n said to herself.

Beside her, Tommy was flat out. He didn’t get much sleep these days, which was why she wouldn’t wake him just to fulfil her needs. It would be selfish of her.

Y/n began to trace her sore breasts, swirling her fingers around the hard nubs. Whilst one hand stayed there, the other trailed down her body until it reached the bottom of her abdomen.

Trying to be quiet, she sucked on two of her fingers and then brought them back down to where she needed them.

She felt around her clit, in a way to dampen herself up, but it wasn’t working.

“Fuck sakes,” she groaned out.

Thinking of what to do, she just continued to rub her clit and squeeze her breast whilst thinking of the most dirty things Tommy would do to her.

“Ohhh…Tommyy-” she whined, but silenced it by covering her mouth. Internally, Y/n was panicking as it was quite loud.

Feeling herself get wet, Y/n brought her fingers closer to her hole, clenching around nothing.

To release her built up tension, she plunged her fingers knuckle deep into her gaping hole, moaning out quietly.

“Please, Tom,” she whimpered, knowing he wouldn’t answer, “Please, please, please touch me. Please touch me, oh my god!”

She was completely shocked that she hadn’t woken her husband up yet.

Tommy groaned as he began to wake up. The fuck is all the noise?

Turning his head around to look at Y/n, he saw her covered in a layer of sweat, attempting to pleasure herself whilst calling out for him.

The head of his cock throbbed for her at the sight. Fuck.

“Tommy-”

“Yes, Y/n?” He smirked.

Y/n pulled her fingers out quickly and sat up straighter. She had never been so embarrassed even though she was in the presence of her husband.

Tommy brushed her thigh in comfort, “Why didn’t you wake me up, Love? You know I would’ve helped you out.”

“I-I dunno, Tom,” she started, “You haven’t slept properly in ages and I thought It’d be selfish of me to wake you for my own desires.”

“I’ve done that to you, have I not?”

Y/n nodded her head, “But that was different,” she couldn’t help but argue back.

“How?”

“I get good sleep all the time. I wouldn’t bat an eye on missing one night of sleep to help you out, Tom.”

Tommy motioned for Y/n to cuddle into him. She did so, and rested her head on his shoulder as her fingers drew lines on his chest.

“I understand, Love. But I rarely get sleep these days. Helping you feel better would probably help me sleep…as long as I know you’re okay and well,” he kissed the top of Y/n’s head.

“You’re all that matters to me, Y/n. I’ve never loved someone as much as I do, you. You’re kind, compassionate. You care for others even if they don’t care as much for you. You’re selfless and I’ll forever love you for it. But I’m asking you. Put yourself first. Just for once.”

His words warmed her heart and she could’ve sworn his heart beat a tad faster than normal.

“Alright, Tom.” She agreed.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

She looked up at him, lust clouding her vision, “You.”

That was all she needed to say for Tommy to flip them both. His lips clashed with Y/n’s in a hungry kiss.

She ignored him of passage to her tongue and he grunted. Y/n couldn’t help but give in, and his tongue invaded into her mouth so perfectly.

He was perfect.

Tommy’s hands were trailing further and further down her naked body but one came back up to rest on her breast.

“Touch me, Tom,” Y/n begged, “please. I’ve gone an hour without release, I am begging you plea-” Tommy’s fingers curled into her swiftly, causing Y/n to moan out, “Ohh, fuck that feels so good.”

He smiled as he watched his wife whimper and moan at his actions. It made him feel smug. He had her all to himself. How lucky.

The rise of his hard-on, became prominent and there was no hiding it.

His wife was clenching every few seconds, “You’re close.”

She hummed in response and her hips thrusted upwards in attempt to release her tension but just as she was on the edge…he pulled away.

Y/n gasped at him in fury, “Thomas! You can’t do that!”

“Can. And just did.”

She stared at him whilst trying to catch her breath. The duvet had completely fallen off of the bed, leaving Tommy’s hard-on clear to see.

“Want a hand?” Y/n offered.

“Rather your mouth,” Tommy smirked.

Complying with his request, Y/n got Tommy to lay against the pillows so she could rest her hands on his thighs.

She swivelled the hair from her face and knelt so she was face to face with his cock.

Her finger traced the drooling head, slowly. Tommy practically whimpered at her. For her.

Ducking her head down, Y/n brought her lips to his head, and started working her hands to pump him.

In response, Tommy had thrown his head back, panting, “Oh, that’s it, Love,” he praised, “Just like that, fuck!”

Y/n smiled and sucked on his head. Removing her hand she gagged around his length as her mouth moved further and further down his long and throbbing length.

She felt hands on the top of her head, pushing her down even further.

As the air began to leave her, Y/n tapped Tommy’s thighs and he let go immediately.

“Holy fuck, Y/n. You got a good mouth on you, baby. But I really need you to sit on me.”

Y/n whined and crawled up to hover above his cock.

Grabbing it gently, she rubbed it through her soaking folds, before sinking down on his length slowly, “Tom, ohh, Tom- it- feels…ohh!” Y/n moaned.

As she bounced on his cock, Tommy stroked the fair falling into her face.

The both of them had a beautiful glow on them. Both from the light, and the sweat they were making.

For Tommy, the pace was too slow. Deciding to take control, he flipped them both again to thrust in and out of her in missionary.

Tommy picked up Y/n’s legs to rest on her shoulders and bent them so he could fold down into her.

His lips met hers in a sloppy kiss, so hard to make one full kiss as Y/n was drowning in his hold.

“Fuck, Y/n/n. I’m so close, Love,” Tommy said out of breath.

Bringing a hand down to her clit, Tommy rubbed fast circles around it in hopes they would cum together.

“C’mon, Love. Come with me, please,” he begged.

Y/n never heard Tommy speak in ways like this. Although, in bed, he was a completely different person. But she loved it. And she loved him.

As her walls started to clench, Y/n’s head tipped into the side of the pillow and her hands scrunched at the ends of Tommy’s hair.

Her legs were falling and shaking, with one last thrust, she came.

“Fuckkk!”

Tommy continued to thrust into his beloved, chasing his own orgasm, “Jesus Christ, Y/n, I’m gonna come…fuck!”

Within a few quick thrusts, he came inside Y/n. His hot spurts flowing through her.

Restless, he let go of her legs and they shook against the mattress. Tommy leant all of his weight on Y/n, and tucked his face into her neck.

“Thank you, Tom,” Y/n whispered, “I love you.”

She tangled her hands into his hair, stroking it soothingly.

“I love you too, doll, “Tommy lifted his head from her neck, “But I think I should clean you up now, Love, hmm?”

She smiled at him and gazed lovingly at Tommy, “Please,” she replied.

Tommy lifted himself up off of her, and from the bathroom, brought back a wet cloth.

Sitting his beautiful wife up, he spread her legs to wipe her clean, “You okay, ay?” Tommy checked.

“Mhm, I’m just tired.”

“Tired you out, did I,” Tommy laughed slightly.

Y/n picked up one of Tommy’s hands and fitted her fingers between his, “Maybe,” she shrugged.

Tommy had finished cleaning her up, but took a minute just to look at her. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to marry someone like her. Couldn’t believe it at all.

“I’ll turn the lights out in a minute. Try get some rest, Y/n/n,” Tommy tilted his head to try convince her. However, by now, she didn’t need much convincing.

“Okay, thank you, baby,” Y/n accepted.

“Always,” he bent over to kiss her still damp forehead, “Get some rest and I’ll be up in a bit, yeah?”

Y/n just nodded her head, too tired to reply in words.

Tommy stayed true to his words. After going downstairs for a glass of water and a few cigarettes, he came back up.

What he found was his wife spread out over the entire bed, with her messy hair, snoring softly.

Gently tucking her into her side of the bed, Tommy joined her, and held her into him. Just how he liked it. Just how she liked it.

Within minutes, both now, were sleeping. In the dead of night. When all was quiet. And their hands held.

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tyrantraveveromega · 2 months

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It's been a while since I've shared my thoughts about Kotone so I figure its time for a refresh. My interpretation of her has changed over the years so I think I should start fresh.

At the cores of both protagonists, there is a need to keep others at an emotional distance for fear of being hurt by them. I believe this is because of their upbringing, losing both parents and then being passed around several different foster families over the years. We can infer from this that the parents were unfit to care for them, or some similar situation. And so, they subconsciously developed this maladaptive coping mechanism and applied it to all aspects of their lives.

The main difference between Minato and Kotone is how they express it; Minato is apathetic, keeps others away by mostly foregoing social connections, and tries his best to feel nothing at all. On the other hand, Kotone still desires social connection, but can't bring herself to be vulnerable, so she surpresses most of her emotions to only present herself at her 'best'. She always smiles, is always kind, and seems to have endless patience. But by bottling up the rest of her feelings, no one else can get close. There's nothing to grab onto; she can help you, but she doesn't give you the chance to help her even if she really needs it.

I think this informs a lot of her early game social links. Notice how many of them are essentially her standing there being talked to and she only either offers her help or tells someone what they want to hear. (This is most obvious with Hidetoshi's social link) And that's not necessarily a bad thing! But it can become an issue when it turns into a failure to communicate (which it does of course). She very rarely says anything about herself, as though she thinks it wrong to do so, as if she's being selfish or self-centered. It's probably what she tells herself so she doesn't have to contend with her unhealthy habits (yet).

As the game goes on, her ability as a leader improves and the party grows, and along with it the burden of leadership. Eventually saving the whole damn world is on her shoulders. And while she does forge strong relationships with those around her, they're mostly based on helping her friends through tough times, and she never asks anything of them.

She never talks to Yukari about her parents despite the fact they started hanging out because they related to each other about absent parents! She never talks to Mitsuru about the stress that comes with leadership even though she would sympathize completely and would absolutely offer Kotone advice! Because she would need to put down the mask and ask for help, open up and be emotionally honest, which terrifies her.

I think for Kotone to awaken her evolved persona, she would need to break down her walls and reach out for help, as she's done for all her friends. She needs to trust them with how she feels and put faith in them to stay by her side after revealing she's not handing her issues nearly as well as she's lead them to believe.

#raven.txt #persona 3 #kotone shiomi #hamuko arisato #minako arisato

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waffleweirdo · 4 months

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Thinking about Nana in Overture again… the way we can see her deep caring for others and how it stems from her own loneliness. How she tries to cope with her own self hatred by finding self worth in helping others, and how she is completely overwhelmed by Junna showing her kindness.

Her looping is both an incredibly selfish thing, taking control over everyone’s lives and determining them herself. But it also stems from her own self hatred of being a stage girl. While she is drawn in by the Giraffe and does some not good stuff (it’s not okay to kill your friends Nana), the cycle that leads her deeper into despair is her attempt at trying to help others because she genuinely cares about them all.

It’s why ultimately she is still a stage girl despite her disdain for everything that defines them. Because even with that desire unattainable she never stops trying to achieve it. Which is, under the messed up system of the auditions, what warps her genuine care (and definitely some iffy stuff) into an overpowering downward spiral.

Even still, through all her (many) mistakes it is not a sin to climb the tower.

Revstar is well aware of its characters many flaws and never fails to force them to confront them and grow, but I think it’s worth noting the auditions pray on their vulnerabilities. I mean they are literally put into a situation where they are forced to cut each other down in order to be the only one left. Alone. Basically the exact antithesis of what Nana wants, and yet she is coerced into fighting in them.

It’s in that sense that revstar rejects the “I’ll become a sinner for you” narrative. Because stage girls are not sinners. To have pride, to act selfishly, and to want to compete are not sins. It is when they are turned into motivators to hurt each other from the auditions that they become a sin. The critique of the top star system and harmful theatre environments is really at the core of all of revstar’s themes.

It’s why Nana’s revues with Hikari and Karen are so important in snapping her out of it. Hikari shows her that there are ways for a stage girl to attain happiness, it doesn’t all need to be suffering. They can be reborn. While Karen shows her that it’s possible to defy the system of the auditions. That all this time, day after day, she has been moving towards a stronger version of herself, and that her determination and will as a stage girl is valuable.

It’s her revue with Junna that forces her to face her fears of the future and moving on, how her loss shows her just how brilliant a stage girl can truly be.

Nana’s growth follows her journey to learn how to accept herself as a stage girl, and how she can move forward as one instead of rejecting herself. It’s why her conclusion has her debating between technical work and acting. As she loves both she wants to truly find what makes her happy and pursue it. It’s why she attends RATA instead of auditioning for New National, because she is finding the courage to follow her own path.

This was basically just a gushing about Nana post huh. Well I really like the way her story ties in with the themes, but also I feel like I rag on her a lot (you shouldn’t try to kill your friends Nana), but while revstar is well aware of all the characters’ short comings I think it’s really meaningful that it is clear how the top star system is harming them because of that and not that these teenagers are malicious and evil. There’s so much to get into on revstar’s critique of the top star system and Takarazuka, but I’m not well researched enough… maybe another time

#revue starlight #nana daiba #nana deserves so many hugs #I hope this didn’t go too off the rails

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jamescomjj · 10 days

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Kenjaku x Jin Itadori ⁠♡

So, hi! Uuhh, first time posting actual writing here, quick reminder English is *not* my first language so sorry if something just doesn't make much sense, anyways, I think about them a lot, it's very short cause my brain doesn't have that much creativity to write big things but i love them so much I had to at least write something. Enjoy 🥺

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Kenjaku told himself it was all for the plan, he believed so for most of the time but there was a point where it became all too much to ignore, the increasing feelings of genuine care and love for Jin were becoming utterly overwhelming, something he at first brushed off as Kaori's personality rubbing on him but as time passed by pretending wasn't a need anymore, it came so naturally it was terrifying, it made him feel human again.

During his pregnancy he was spoiled and treated like a God, each day with that man was like heaven on earth, kind, caring, compassionate and completely obsessed with him - Or rather, with Kaori, though the lines got blurred at times, he passed so much time as her it was if she became a part of who he is, core and soul fused into something different, he isn't the same Kenjaku he was since he became Kaori.

But that was the past, he now inhabits the body of someone else - Suguru Geto, someone who has his own desires, his own special someone and needs, but for some reason these don't seem to affect him as much as Kaori did, as if that spot of love has already been claimed by someone else to Kenjaku, a spot no one can take. The memories and things he felt while with Jin persist in his mind, each time Kenjaku closes his eyes he's haunted by that sweet absolute pure smile of that damned man, while in bed his body squirms under the blankets, yearning for that loving touch, that tender caress, longing for it so bad it makes him doubt everything he ever did, every cell on his body screaming to go back to that soothing moment of true peace, true happiness.

He opens his eyes tiredly as sleep fails him once again that week, his gaze locking on the dark ceiling of the lonely room illuminated by the light of the moon coming through an open window, accompanied by the cold nightly breeze. Silence and coldness, it was all he had left.

A glimpse of a memory tingles the back of his cerebrum, the only part of him that is true, and as that scene rushes back like a movie playing in front of his eyes he realizes something.

He wasn't able to kill Jin, he never could do such a thing, he loved him so much he couldn't take away the other man's life - he suppressed that memory to the deepest of his physique, all for Jin's sake, for his safety he forced himself to forget he spared his beloved, so they wouldn't meet again. Blurry images of a house forcefully plagued his mind, darkness and the reflection of glasses.

Not anymore. This wasn't a matter of concern now, it was pure selfish desire for that love again, to possesses that man again, after all, Kenjaku is an egotistical self-centered person, it is all about him, about what he wants, and he not only wants that back, he needed it. His desperation is so crushing that the idea of not having Jin at his side right now makes him completely miserable, a mess of what he used to be.

Without a moment's hesitation he stood to his feet, leaving his place of stay to go in search of that man through the night out in a white shirt and baggy pants, no time to change into proper clothing.

Kenjaku didn't remember perfectly where he left Jin, the memory of that day was cloudy - with a frustrated sigh he stopped, taking a moment to breath in the cold air and put his thoughts in place, he searched thoroughly in his own brain, each step, each word they shared, each location he went to in the modern world until it finally came back to him, relief would be a understatement.

Upon arriving at the house he found it to be rather well cared for, he didn't exactly expect for the other man to have stayed there after all those years but there it was, in better condition than he had left it. He noted the lights on by looking at the windows, glad his early meltdown wasn’t fruitless.

With a trembling hand Kenjaku reached for the handle, his fingers curling around it as he pushed and opened the unlocked door. His vision was immediately blinded by a well-known figure, being met with the sight of Jin who was reaching for the handle from the inside.

They both stopped in place, looking into each other's eyes for painful long minutes of complete silence, Kenjaku's gaze drifted down Jin's body, taking in his older figure - it has been 16 years but somehow that man looks just as gorgeous as he remembers, aging like fine wine. Jin opened his mouth but no sound came out, Kenjaku did a similar gesture with his own lips but equally mute.

That was until a chuckle broke away from Jin, that ravishing smile tugging at the side of his lips as his eyes filled with tears. “You're surely taller, Kaori.” He said with a hint of tease, finally taking the breath he was holding back until now. “Hello again, my love. If…I can still call you that?” He questioned cordially.

“...Yes, please.” Kenjaku nodded as he finally found his words, tilting his head to the side as he slowly came back to his usual playful self. “We have a lot to discuss, my love.”

#kenjaku x jin #writing #fanfic #Kenjaku #Jin Itadori #Soft #I love them sm #I want to cry #What if they were happy and in love

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throwawaydracula · 2 years

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A funny thing about Lucy Westenra is that the idea of her 'asking for it' vis-à-vis vampirism is so heavily ingrained into popular culture that even some of her defenders come to her defense specifically by saying 'well, it's not her fault Stoker was a sexually repressed slut-shaming Victorian'. Now, I am not going to deny at all that Stoker was a sexually repressed slut-shaming Victorian. Whatever was in his heart, that's more-or-less how he comported himself publicly, because that was the social norm. "You have shaken off the shackles and your wings are free. I have the shackles on my shoulders still — but I have no wings" is going to haunt me forever, but what we feel inside doesn't matter more than what we actually say and do publicly.

What I am going to argue against is the idea that Stoker thought Lucy was deserving of some kind of punishment, that the count's attacks were a moral consequence. I am going to argue that it's far more likely he thought of her as a kind of Anti-Dracula, an embodiment of delicate goodness standing against a rapacious evil, and tragically falling before it.

Thematically, it's easy enough to call her a foil to Dracula if we assume that the three vampire women were Dracula's brides. Presumably, they all suffered the same way Lucy did-- he took their blood slowly and agonizingly, and in doing so laid a claim on them. But this claim created no bond. Mocking of Dracula as they are, it's clear that any love between them has long since guttered out, even if he insists he did love them once. Was it ever real love in the first place, or was it only desire, the selfish wanting of another person, appetite misconstrued as affection?

In contrast, Lucy has her three suitors-- men she all loves, would all marry if she could. And all of them love her; Quincey might have said it was all in the past, but love isn't something you can turn off like a switch just by willing it away. Lucy didn't ask for any of their blood-- they all gave it willingly, out of love. I know it's easy to read the transfusions as a metaphor for sex, but I think love works a little better, here. Consider that Stoker was a Christian, and the far-reaching symbolism of the blood of Christ as infused with love, as something that can bring salvation. Even before he knew of the transfusion, Arthur was willing to give every drop of his blood to save Lucy.

Dracula has to take blood by force, and in doing so brings death and misery. Lucy's taking blood from her suitors by their own volition (indeed completely by their own volition, as she was too weak to ask) all brought them a measure of comfort-- this was something they could do for her to help her, to try to win life for her. There is no selfishness on their part, nor on Lucy's part. And in the same way that Lucy is a potential fourth 'bride', Van Helsing shares the devotion to Lucy along with the three suitors.

Now, the crux of assuming Stoker thought Lucy needed to be 'punished' rests on this line:

Why can’t they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble? But this is heresy, and I must not say it.

As some people have noted, this does come across as more risqué to the Victorians than it would to a modern audience. At the same time, it's important to remember all Lucy has done is share a furtive little wish at this point, and even condemned it herself. The Victorians were extreme moralists, and I'm sure you could find people at the time who would say Lucy deserved some kind of punishment for this thought. You could probably even find a few who wouldn't say slow death by vampire was hideously disproportionate. But Stoker's treatment of Lucy is always as a sweet, gentle, loving and lovely person who is being brutalized by a monster. When it came to imparting moral lessons, the Victorians were not subtle people, and yet Lucy is never explicitly portrayed as deserving anything that happens to her.

Note also Lucy's use of the word 'heresy', because in this specific book that doesn't come across as damning as it otherwise might. Remember, Stoker was a 19th century Church of Ireland Anglican. From his perspective (and indeed the English characters' perspective), the Roman Catholic Van Helsing is a heretic. The presumably Russian Orthodox captain of the Demeter was a heretic. Sister Agatha is a heretic. The villagers who gave Jonathan all the anti-vampire gear including the crucifix were heretics. This book is absolutely full of good, morally upstanding heretics. Bram Stoker was rather strikingly heretic-positive for his time and place.

As I said in the beginning, part of the issue here is the pop culture image of Lucy. In the 1931 version with Bela Lugosi, Lucy takes an interest in Dracula-- and dies for it. In the 1958 version with Christopher Lee, she actually hops out on her balcony and bears her throat to him, also consciously gets rid of her garlic-- and dies for it. In the 1992 version with Gary Oldman... god I don't even know where to start with that one. I do like that movie, I'm not bashing it (or not all of it) but... well, let's say it's not terribly subtle when it comes to how we're supposed to read Lucy's situation. I could go on, but there are a lot of adaptations.

In short: I don't think Stoker wanting his audience to come away from this thinking "Well, that's what happens to girls who think dirty thoughts". I think he wanted us to feel all the pain of losing a kind, loving human being. I think he wanted us to hate Dracula for essentially torturing her to death. Again, with Lucy the symbolism of blood loss is completely reversed-- she is the opposite of Dracula right up until she dies. Stoker was massively sexually repressed, and shared in a cultural fear of sexuality, especially female sexuality, but I don't think in Lucy's specific case he meant for Dracula's murder of her to be read as a just or natural consequence.

If you haven't finished the book, I would advise you to please stop reading here, because there are minor spoilers incoming. Nothing specific, just vague allusions, but still, there's nothing more of value for you to read here.

BRIEF, MINOR SPOILERS WHILE I ADDRESS PEOPLE WHO HAVE ALREADY READ THE BOOK THROUGH.

Yes, I know what happens next, and I stand by all my above arguments. I'm gonna be writing more of my thoughts about that when the time comes. Possibly going to split that one into two posts, because looking back at this one yeesh it got away from me.

END OF BRIEF, MINOR SPOILERS.

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Deal with it - Part 2 [END]

sub!fuckboy!baekhyun x dom!reader + nct jaehyun cameo

angst | smut | ex!au | revenge!au

body writing, oral (f), face riding, degradation, humiliation, deepthroat, fuck boy gets what he wanted, hair pulling, squirting, pegging (yeshhh), multiple orgasm (f & m), exhibistionism, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talkkk (ofc)

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who could have known a little discipline was all that your selfish fuckboy ex needed to turn into the most obidient little puppy?

A/N : not me taking taking 9 months to finally publish this. anywaysss i loved writting it. i hope you do to. please dont hesitate to reblog and come say hi in my asks. ily <3 - Cat

After that night you didn’t hear from Baekhyun again. No more untimely calls, no more surprise delivery of flowers, chocolates and various teddy bears, no more breaking and entering into your house in the middle of the night.

But it didn’t feel lonely, quite the opposite actually. It felt peaceful, quiet. Finally.

It looked like you scared him straight and he finally let go of you.

You even got the time to forget about him completely. You got the time to finally find yourself again. You went to clubs with your friends when you felt like it or just hung out in your pjs and a messy bun when you wanted. Quite frankly you were growing more and more attached to this freedom and you enjoyed your own company. The joy of not being accountable for anyone except yourself. Not relying on anyone to have fun.

And tonight was precisely one of those nights you decided to gift to yourself. No clubs, no friends and no fuckboy messing up your vibe. Only this date night with yourself. So you did simple make up, slipped on your staple cute little black dress and some matching high heeled sandals just for fun. Just for yourself. Just chilling at home watching the recent season of your favorite netflix tv show, even treating yourself to some succulent pizza.

The episodes flew by and you were so engrossed in the story that the familiar chime of the doorbell startled you when it rang. You were so captivated by the well paced plot of the show that you had completely forgotten about the very concept of hunger.

You walk to the front door as your high heels click on the floor. You are so certain that it’s your pizza that you don’t take the time to check through the peephole.

You confidently open the door when you are met with the last face you expected -and desired- to see.

Byun Baekhyun. Again.

His brown hair is brushed down on his forehead, the wavy hair and pouty lips giving him that falsely sheepish look he lured you in with a long ago. He is dressed with a long black coat and seemed to be carrying some kind of tote bag you think. In this very dark night you can't make up much more of it and you don't really care to anyway.

“Seriously?” You groan and roll your eyes at him as you hurry to close the door.

“No please!” he says, stepping in the door frame just like last time.

“What again?” you bite back. “Honestly this is getting quite redundant and irritating” you add with annoyance.

“Sorry I… Just” Baekhyun struggles and stutters, stumbling on his words not quite knowing how to put into words what he has been feeling ever since he came by last time.

Truth is he tried to forget all about you after that night. He tried going on with his life just going back to the person he was. The next day of that night he went to the club, his playground, no more like his kingdom. A place where he knew the rules of the game. Just to get a relief, a quick fix of normality. Just to make sure he still knew who he was.

He felt in his element, like a fish in the water. He walked through the horny crowd of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. And then he spotted a girl seated at the bar. An easy target. She was attractive enough to be fuckable but not so much so that she was out of his league. In fact it was quite the contrary. And that was ensuring Baekhyun that she was actually going to put some effort into it when he’ll take her to the dirty and booze infused bathroom of the club in 20, no 15 minutes.

Baekhyun actually got some relief when he chatted up this girl like he was born for it. Pulling the usual game, making her feel like the only girl in the room, like the most interesting person, like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. And exactly 13 minutes later he was pushing the door of one of the stalls of the mens’ bathroom. Right on schedule. She latched on to his lips, her tongue tasted like cherry vodka. He silently congratulated himself to have picked that girl. Baekhyun didn’t even ask for her name but she didn’t seem to care as she was already getting on her knees to unbutton his pants.

But what happens Baekhyun has tried to forget about it ever since. He just couldn't go… No matter how much she slurped and stroked his cock it stayed completely flaccid. Baekhyun’s body was betraying him one more time. He just couldn’t chase away your intoxicating scent, your ravishing looks and your rich taste. He only thought of your arch words and your disgusted eyes. He was only thinking of you.

He was lost, he needed answers and he knew only you could give that to him.

“Would you mind hurrying up? I’d like to go back to my show!” you tap your foot in annoyance as Baekhyun stares at you blankly, tetanized. You sigh deeply. “Okay” you start to push him out of the door frame but he protests.

“No! please! listen to me” he says, weak eyes looking up at you.

“Then speak, boy!” you order, losing patience.

“It’s just that I don’t know who I am anymore” you blurts out, his two hands balled into tight fists. You tilt your head and frown your eyebrows in confusion.

“Since that night… I haven't been the same anymore. I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Yeah I know, you’ve been saying that ever since we broke up” you tried to close the door once more but…

“NO! I… I mean it this time”

You sense a strand of sincerity in Baekhyun’s quiet voice and that is a rare sight so you decide to let him continue.

“Listen y/n. I know I fucked you over so many time…” You scoffed. That was clearly an understatement. Sure, if ruinning your life and shatering your self esteem counted as “fucking you over”.

“But over the past few weeks I had a lot of time to think about it and I thought maybe… What I feel. This feeling I get… When I can't stop thinking about you and about what we did last time… Maybe that feeling is just guilt.”

You are shocked. Byun Baekhyun has pronounced the word “guilt” right before your eyes. And more so he said he feels guilty for putting you through hell! Well if you didn’t get over dreaming about him months ago you would swear you were actually passed out on your couch Netflix asking you if you are still watching when in fact you’re just drooling on yourself.

But no this is true. This is reality.

But your state of surprise is about to go from shock to astonishment. When Baekhyun brings out the tote bag and fishes something out.

One huge strap on.

“Maybe if you fuck me like I fucked you many times then maybe you’ll have revenge and I won’t have any reason to feel guilty anymore…

And I’ll finally stop thinking about you… he thinks.

“And we will both go back to our normal lives.” He says as he hands you the toy.

You have no words. Your jaw just drops as your eyes round up like saucers, fixated on the thing. It’s absolutely massive. The harnesses are made of sturdy and thick leather, you can see that the straps were designed to hold the dildo in place despite vigorous intercourse and all the while preventing the straps from digging into the skin. The belt seems adjustable to be able to fit all sizes.

But the most impressive part is definitely the actual dildo attached to the leather through a thick metal ring. First of all the vivid purple color makes it easy to peek at all the beautifully carved thick veins in the silicone. Apart from the color it would look absolutely like the real thing. Second of all, it was ridiculously huge. The dildo was thick, very girthy and the length was not to disappoint either. This sight only made your insides tingle in anticipation, without you even realizing.

Only a sight even more enticing could possibly catch your attention and rip your eyes from the devilish device. and that sight is precisely Byun Baekhyun.

Naked to be exact.

While you were admiring the toy Baekhyun started to untie the belt around his waist, pushing the soft fabric off his shoulder and letting the coat fall to the floor. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their socket when you see his naked figure stand in front of you. He stands there completely stark naked on your doorstep. In an inexplicable reflex you pull him inside before the eyes of your nosy neighbors catch something they aren’t supposed to, abandoning the coat outside.

When you slam the door shut you turn around and take more time to look at him. His cheeks are flushed pink and his eyes are glued on his shoes, his thick white sneakers, the only thing he is still wearing. When your eyes trail up you realize red writing is imprinted all over his soft skin.

And all of it is absolutely filthy, obscene.

“I did all of this for you” he meekly says, finally daring to speak as you are yourself casted into some sort of silent astonishment.

Your eyes don't know where to start but you can’t help but notice the beautiful red sharpie letters written all over him. From head to toe beautiful poetry perfectly picturing him.

Whore is written across his whole chest.

Y/n’s fuck toy is right underneath it on his midriff. While “Please use me” is engraved on his pubic bone. On both of his generous thighs you can read “fuck me” and “please”

A work of art you think instantly.

Baekhyun’s heart is racing, frantically hammering on his ribs as he peels his eyes from the thick white sneakers to carefully look at you. He still can’t believe he is doing this. Putting himself in this position just to get a chance with you… A chance to forget about you.

But already your two unfathomable orbs are glued to him, darting all over his body and spirit expressed in their purest form. Because his physical being isn’t the only one being exposed it’s mostly about his soul. Finally letting go of what was holding him back just to give it to you on a silver platter.

His pride.

Right here, right now Byun Baekhyun was giving up his precious pride.

This shame he feels under your gaze, this feeling that’s pumping hot blood through his veins, this feeling that's rosying his cheeks, that’s making his guts tingle in arousal and slowly souping up his member.

This shame it’s exhilarating.

“Please do it again” he says. His voice brings your gaze back up to his beautiful face. Sad puppy eyes staring at you with such need, almost desperation. “Please use me again y/n”.

How is this even real ?

You think for a second. Deep down you were persuaded that you didn’t miss Baekhyun at all that it was actually quite a relief to finally be able to breathe. Ever since you broke up with him he had been… well just a pain in the ass.

But now… you weren’t so sure anymore. Maybe he was right. Maybe the only way you can truly forget about him was through real, thorough forgiveness and what better way to forgive someone than to just take revenge on them.

Right? Yeah Right!

The silence is unbearable for Baekhyun. He just waits there, vulnerable, defenseless and not to mention still completely nude. He just tries to read your face. Anything to get a hint on what goes on in that head of yours. A twitch of your lips, an imperceptible cock of your brow. But there’s nothing until… Baekhyun sees in the poorly lit (and oh so fateful) corridor the glint of your teeth showing in the dark. The hint he was waiting for: a sinful smirk.

“It’s ‘ma’am’ for you” you almost whisper back.

Your cold voice just transfixes Baekhyun in another dimension right there and then. Finally this chill, this thrill he hasn't been able to find in the arms of any other lover ever since that night.

“You want me to be rough with you huh?” you push him against the heavy front door.

Baekhyun didn’t expect such an abrupt change in your demeanor so he stumbles and hits the back of his head but nothing could make him happier. He loves the pain but you have so much more in store for him. You take a firm hold of his hardening manhood.

“I didn’t hear anything” you say as you start to squeeze.

“YES! Yes Ma’am!” he hastens to answer.

“Good boy” you start to praise him as you loosen your grip around him. You start to gently stroke him. His reaction is immediate. Instantly Baekhyun emits small whimpers as his eyes roll back into his head and his jaw drops.

“You like to feel good don’t you?” you whisper as your lips are flush against the skin of his neck. The hot air fanning Baekhyun lifts goosebumps on his skin.

“Yes ma’am” he excels in a small breath.

“Aww” you coo in mock compassion. Before quickly changing your expression “that’s too bad because I’m not in the mood to please” you say as your hold shifts to his balls. You give him a light squeeze, just tight enough to make your intentions known and clear. Immediately weak at the knees, Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan as he crashes at your feet. You can’t help but to smirk.

“Already giving up?” you say as you faint disappointment. “Well that's no fun if I can’t even play with you” you gently brush the back of your hand on Baekhyun’s face, urging him to look up at you. He looks exactly how you like. Helpless, needy and vulnerable. Ready to snap at any second.

“Don’t worry puppy” you reassure him “I have many ways to break you” You intertwine your finger around his luscious locks of hair, Baekhyun whimpers submissively as your unforgiving voice sparks electricity in the pit of his stomach making his hard and already dripping cock twitch in anticipation.

You tightly pull on his hair to bring him closer to you. With the other hand you quickly rolled up the black bodycon dress up.

You heard Baekhyun take the faintest gasp as his eyes darted all over the freshly exposed patch of skin.

“Help me with this” you said as you pointed at your black lace underwear.

Baekhyun nodded and lifted his hand. But you pulled on his hair again, earning a painful cry from him, his eyes were watery and a nice pink blush covered his cheeks and the tip of his nose. The pain immediately reminded Baekhyun of your orders.

“Yes Ma’am” he murmured and attempted to lift his hand again but one more time your grip tightened around his locks of hair. Baekhyun whimpers at the pain and looks up at you puzzled. This time he doesn’t know what you want from him. You smirk as you look at him all flustered and confused. So cute.

“I’ve never seen a puppy use his hands. Use your mouth puppy” you order.

Baekhyun looks surprised but he happily complies. His heart is hamericking against his ribs, blood flows in excitement making him light headed as he approaches, the heat of your body gradually radiating on his face. With extreme care he pinches the soft lace between his teeth and pulls on it. Sliding the underwear all the way down to your ankles.

You feel great satisfaction to look at him bent over on his knees for you. You lift one foot then the other to allow Baekhyun to completely take off your panties.When he looks back up at you he has the lace hanging from his mouth, attentive watery eyes waiting for your next order.

“Give it” you say as you present your hand in front of him he opens his mouth and the lace drops in your hand. “Good boy” you praise him once again. This time your voice is softer and the contrast had Baekhyun’s cock twitching.

“Now make me feel good. Put that mouth of yours to good use”

“Yes ma’am” Baekhyun hurriedly answers, he is so eager to taste you again, feel you quiver under his tongue and drink your juices. In this moment there’s nothing he desires more than to serve you, to please you.

He approaches his face to your heat. He starts with an open mouth kiss on your bud. Your are surprised by the sensation. You didn’t expect to be this sensitive already and you have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning right away. You’re guessing that his little teasing strip show got you more worked up that what you anticipated.

Baekhyun kisses you again and again until he feels some tension building up in your thighs. A sign you are enjoying what he’s offering you. So he moves on to the second stage. He starts with timid and shy licks around your nub, carefully circling the bundle of nerves a few times before taking his tongue down to your slit. As soon as he reaches your entrance he realizes how saoked you are. Juices overflowed to your inner thighs and he can't help his hands when they fly to your back to make your pelvis pushed in his mouth. This taste, this smell. He missed it so much. It’s intoxicating. And he can’t get enough. He continuously laps at your heat from entrance to clit, grunting into your folds and he relishes on your taste. Completely forgetting about everything else.

His eagerness soon is rewarding as you moan softly. You can’t believe how good he is at this. He should have gone down on you a long time ago. Maybe things would have been different.

“Such a hungry little puppy” you say as you pet his head, which makes him let out a soft muffled whimper.

Soon enough Baekhyun’s work starts to pay off as you feel yourself coming closer to the edge.

“Come on make me cum puppy” you order, now tightly gripping his hair. Roughly pushing his face against your folds.

Baekhyun redoubles his efforts, focussing more attention to your bundles of nerves, latching on to it, sucking and licking until he feels your legs tremble at each side of his face while you start to struggle to breathe.

“Don’t” stop your order out of breath, nails digging into Baekhyun’s scalp as he moans in pain but happily complies.

Finally you get a hold of your release. Legs shaking, barely still holding you up as you let a husky breath, center joyously pulsating on itself, contracting in pure pleasure.

Baekhyun can’t get enough of the inexhaustible source of delicious juice you have become, lapping hungrily at your folds until you gently come down from your high.

“Good boy” you patted his head as he closed his eyelids. Perfectly mimicking a puppy’s happy face.

Then you pick up the purple toy. Baekhyun’s eyes grow the size of saucers when he sees your delicate hand wrap around the girth.

“Now let’s play with your new toy”

Baekhyun didn’t know what he expected but he surely didn’t see this coming this quick. He felt unprepared and actually scared. After all this was a first for him. So he only nodded his head slowly.

You sensed worry pooling in his eyes as you strapped yourself inside the intricate lacing. Wide straps securing the toy in place.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure it slides right in” you said as you smiled wickedly. Strangely enjoying this fear in his eyes.

You brushed your fingers through his luscious hair and gently pulled him from the nape. Urging him to get closer. As avid as he seemed seconds ago, relishing on your folds he now seemed hesitant one might even say frightened.

You pulled a little harsher and Baekhyun’s lips finally brushed against the tip of the toy. He looked up at you with round puppy eyes.

“Open wide” your order, your patience was starting to run thin, and you longed to see him even more miserable than he already was.

As Baekhyun complied hesitantly and slowly parted his lips you accompanied his movement by gently pushing the length of the toy inside his wet mouth.

The contact of the silicone on Baekhyun's tongue had him whimpering quietly.

“That’s it baby” you praised him.

As you progressed in his mouth you had to apply more and more pressure to ensure a steady progress but as the tip reached the back of his throat Baekhyun started to cough and closed his eyes tight shut.

“No no no” you said, stopping the movement of your hips. “Open your eyes. Keep looking at me.” you ordered.

Slowly Baekhyun peeled his eyes open, and you smirked when you saw him look back at you with tears brewing in eyes, until one spilt over the edge and rolled on his rosied cheek.

“Adorable” you whispered as you craved more of this pitiful expression.

You went back to pushing. Only a couple of centimeters were left for him to be able to fit the thing in his tiny little mouth. So your left hand went to cup the back of his head and finally with one single powerful movement you thrusted the last two centimeters in.

And Baekhyun didn’t break eye contact once. Even when the tears were streaming down his face and he gagged. You maintained the toy deep inside his throat for a couple of seconds as thick saliva spilled from his mouth as he was coughing, throughrougly coating the toy, making it nicely lubricated.

“Good boy” you praised again as you pulled out, allowing Baekhyun to gasp for the air he was desperately needing. Burning his stretched throat and lungs.

“Come on” you urged him to take the monstrous toy back in his mouth by brushing the wet tip on his cheek. Barely giving him enough time to chase away the dizzy feeling. When he opened his mouth again you decided to be much less gentle.

You thrusted forcefully, joining Baekhyun’s lips with your pubic bone in one go, and you pulled out immediately only to push back in right away.

Baekhyun started moaning, bruised lips starting to match the color of the toy.

“That’s it look at me” you sighed. “Look at me while you’re choking on my cock”. You grunted, making Baekhyun’s cock drip.

Baekhyun's throat was being split open by your cock, it felt like he had swollen blades but he couldn't be happier. It was like he belonged here. On his knees, cheeks soaked by your cum and tears and pleasing you.

You picked the pace up a little and grabbed a big tuft of hair ensuring Baekhyun didn’t move as you fucked his pretty face mercilessly.

When long strings of spit coated the dildo and dripped all over Baekhyun bare thighs, smudging the red sharpie, you knew it was time for the main course.

When you popped your cock out of Baekhyun’s mouth with a lewd sound he gasped for air and coughed. You looked at him for a second. He looked miserable. His hair was a mess, his chin was coated in saliva, his lips were swollen, eyes were reddened and his cock had leaked a puddle of pre cum on the floor. This tip was beetroot red and swollen. So much that it looked painful and you reckon it was.

“Such a pitiful mess” you whispered as he looked up at you with sad eyes. His cock twitched again when he saw the disdain in your eyes. “Pathetic” your harsh words sent a shiver down his spine and he bit his lips to not ask you for more degrading words.

“Get up” you ordered and Baekhyun did as he wiped tears from his eyes. “Turn around”

You pushed him and he laid his palms flat on the big sturdy door, perking up his ass in an innate submissive reflex.

But when you grabbed the dildo at the base to guide it to Baekhyun’s hole you noticed something shiny in the dimly lit corridor. A plug.

You pulled on the metal plug, you gently took it out as Baekhyun moaned at the sensation.

The toy left Baekhyun’s ass twitching for more.

“Goog boy you came prepared” you praised as you let the plug fall on the ground, producing a metallic sound on the tiles.

You started to circle the tip on his greedy little hole, buttering it up with the lubricant Baekhyun so gracefully produced for you and then you aligned the tip with his ass.

He stayed completely still, ass perked up in the air, heart pounding in his chest and eager for more. Eager to finally being fucked dumb by your big cock.

But he waited and nothing came, he dared to slowly turn around only to be met with your carnivorous smile and your cold eyes. He whimpered, getting on tip of his toes whining to get some friction.

“Tell me what you want’ you asked, the tip of your cock circling his more the welcoming asshole.

Baekhyun whined again, just unable to say out loud all the lewd things that were running through his mind.

“Tell me” you growled.

Baekhyun squirmed and whined but didn’t speak. You landed a big slap on his ass cheek as you were losing patience. The burning pain pulled a high pitched moan from Baekhyun’s lips as he arched his back, silently begging for more.

You granted his unspoken wish, this time lifting both hands to spanking him. He moaned and sighed, legs trembling from anticipation.

“I want you to fill me with your big cock, ma’am.” He whispered.

“Continue” you ordered as you pushed the tip in ever so slightly.

“I want to be fucked stupid, ma’am” Baekhyun said a little louder, closing his eyes focussing only on his ass. You pushed in a little more again.

“Keep talking"

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk or sit” You kept on pushing your cock inside him, streching him slowly and steadily and he kept on humilating hiself.

“I want to forget my name. I want to become your cocksleeve, your toy, your whore. Cause that’s all I’m fucking good for. A dumb fuck toy.” Baekhyun rambled, completely losing his mind to your thick cock stretching his walls. Until you fitted the whole length inside the bottomless hole.

You rewarded him with another harsh slap on his red ass which seemed to suck in the dildo even more as Baekhyun was panting, rock hard and untouched cock pressed against the cold front door.

But you didn’t give him time to breathe. You started to pull out and push back in again, rocking your hips. Baekhyun moans out loud, getting drunk on the delicious sensation that was straining his abdomen. His hole was so perfectly swallowing every vein of your cock, making the whole thing disappear inside him only to push it back out, each time rubbing so deliciously on his prostate, accompanied with a long string of moans.

“Fuck! it’s so good” he cried, nails digging in the sturdy door.

“Oh yeah?” you asked as you slapped his ass again earning a pained groan from your ex.

“Yeahhh” he screamed “I fucking love your cock”

“What a fucking pathetic slut you are” you fisted his hair for support with one hand and landed an other slap with the other one.

“Please, ma’am, don’t stop” Baekhyun begged as he felt his high getting closer. But…

Ding dong.

The front door bell rang.

The pizza!

You completely forgot about it and to be fair you were doing something that really kept your mind off your empty stomach.

You slowed down your thrusting but didn’t stop. Baekhyun whimpered when he felt his climax slip through his fingers, desperately squirming to get you to dick him down again.

But one firm hand on his hip kept him still.

You reached out for your purse sitting right next to you on the console in the hall and fished out your wallet.

“Take that and pay for my pizza.”

Baekhyun turned around to look at you.

“Right now?” he exclaimed, panic tinting his voice.

“Yes now” you affirmed, inflexible.

Baekhyun knew he had to oblige if he wanted to get the chance to cum. He pulled a couple of bills from the wallet and opened the door and you were still giving him lazy and slow strokes.

When Baekhyun opened the door he was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a whole, trying to hide the gigantic “whore” written on his chest. He didn’t dare to look at the delivery guy in the eyes. He was only praying that the darkness of the hall would conceal the lewd scene that was going on.

“It will be 15$” the delivery guy said.

And for a second it did and maybe it would have continued if only Baekhyun hadn’t spoken.

“Ok” Baekhyun squeaked. Trying his hardest not to moan as he was able to feel each vein of your cock pulling his asshole inside out with this slow pace.

“Baekhyun?” The delivery guy called in the dark.

What were the odds? Right?

At the -unexpected- mention of his name Baekhyun looked back up only to be met with the eyes of one his best friends. One that regularly served as wingman with his fuckboy club of heartbreakers.

“Jaehyun?” he asked, voice getting caught in throat. Jaehyun’s face was contorted with aberration as saw his best friend in a position he would have never imagined. Bent over, ass being split open by you.

And the temptation was too great, to not make him even more traumatized.

Without hesitation you started to thrust at full speed again, slightly angling your hips down to make sure you were right on Baekhyun’s prostate.

The sudden pleasure took Baekhyun by surprise. Your cock just felt too good. He couldn’t help but to moan. He couldn't control himself. He started to moan, eyebrows knitting in pleasure as his eyes were locked with his best friend’s.

It was too much. The veins, the pace, the length, your powerful thrusts, the angle perfectly rubbing his prostate, the horrified eyes of Jaehyun forced to witness such a depraved show. It was too much. Baekhyun’s cock was dripping so much precum as it was shaken with every thrusts and he was shamefully moaning as if nobody was watching. The only thing keeping him from cumming was sheer force of will.

“Now be a good pup and cum for me. Right now” you ordered as you slapped his ass again, the sharp sound making Jaehyun startled, ramming your cock inside in his tired hole with barbaric force. Baekhyun just couldn't disobey orders.

“Yeshhh ma’ammmm” Baekhyun screamed as he finally let himself over the edge. His hard and swollen cock spilled his cum all over as it was jumping up and down with every thrust. His cum splashed on his thighs and abs but also on the door and floor and he thinks maybe even on Jaehyun’s shoes.

He never came this much, not even to the countless times he pictured your cock inside his ass and he stroked his cock until it was painful. It felt like his balls were absolutely dried out.

Jaehyun didn’t even wait for Baekhyun to come down from his high and ran for the hills. Leaving the him with the ruffled bills still in his fist and the pizza getting cold on the doorstep, joining Baekhyun’s coat.

But you didn’t care one bit.

You pulled Baekhyun back inside and slammed the door shut. Baekhyun collapsed to the ground, worn out and out of breath.

As Baekhyun caught his breath he didn’t notice you slip out of the strap-on. You turned him over, making him roll on his back only to sit yourself right on his still half hard length.

Baekhyun produced the most high pitched moan, squirming under you.

Your pussy slipping right over his cock, lubricated by both of your cums.

You groaned in pleasure pushing your head back.

“Please. I just came” Baekhyun whined.

But you started to move your hips back and forth. The friction was divine, his pubic bone perfectly rubbing on your sensitive clit.

“Pleaseeee” Baekhyun cried out. Tears pooling in his eyes again.

“Such a sensitive cock you have there” You lifted your hips to smash them on his again. “I figured I might as well try to suck you dry” you laughed as you used him as a toy. Only focusing on your own pleasure. Forcefully making him hard again.

Baekhyun moans and whimpered under you as you had your way with him. Torturing his cock with merciless oversimulation.

It didn’t take long until your back and forth had you and Baekhyun over the edge. Your squeezing pussy milking Baekhyun’s every last drop of cum by force. Forcing him into a second orgasm even more powerful than the previous one, making his eyes roll in his skull and drool all over his chin as his body shook uncontrollably.

You pussy delicious twitch to completion, clenching as Baekhyun filled it up with hot cum. Your juices spraying in a powerful stream, completely soaking Barkhyun’s face, hair and chest, making the sharpie bleed out as you moaned out loud. Slowing down and allowing both of yourself to come down from your highs gently.

You crashed on the cool tile floor next to him, out of breath and completely satisfied. Baekhyun looked like a mess; completely fucked out dumb.

“Good boy” you sigh, petting his head. As he smiled back at you, eyes turning into crescents.

Maybe I should keep him as a pet.

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love-toxin · 1 year

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How would the fruity four be with a reader who’s ace/scared of sex? They’d still love her the same, right?

of course they would! sex is so not a dealbreaker and honestly an angelface on the asexual spectrum would actually be a really good fit for the four <3

(cws: lots of intimacy/sexual intimacy talk, mentions of masturbation + mild trauma mentions, sex talk, no pronouns used. also im not on the ace spectrum so im not a spokesperson but consent is a special interest of mine so hope its alright <33)

obviously, for one, they really aren't gonna change their minds about loving you just because you don't like sex or are too scared to try it. they all have hookups and problems that they and the others have to deal with, so it's not like you're the only one or you're some kind of burden because you don't like the same kind of intimacy that they do--it just makes you different, not bad, and working around that particular trait of yours is a lot easier and can be more entertaining than you might think.

they'd designate your room as a sort of "safe room" to start off--if there's any room orientation in your living space that allows for one person to have a room to themselves, you're getting it. not only so you can have space to yourself and have a place to go where nobody will be doing anything sexual, but it also serves as a spot for your other partners to come to if they're not feeling in the mood for sex either. they know that if they enter your room even while you're gone, they don't have to fuss around with intimacy that the others might want when they need space and time to themselves. sometimes, if they're having an evening together in the master bedroom, one of the four--most often Eddie or Robin--will end up meandering into your bedroom to come hang out, either because they got bored or because they didn't want to keep going anymore and need a safe place to come cool down. occasionally you'll even have Steve coming in and feeling clingy with a desperate need for post-sex cuddles, or Nancy wanting to talk for a while about her feelings while you share a bit of chocolate she snagged.

but rest assured that you won't just be serving as an emotional crutch for them and that your "use" ends there--the four of them are endlessly curious about your desired methods of affection, about what you like and don't like and what's comfortable and not, because they want to know exactly how they can please you and how to communicate with each other better about their needs. and if you weren't completely transparent about your aversion to sex in the beginning, and either skirted around their advances or tried to have sex a couple times to appease them, they feel terrible about it and will forcibly have those conversations about boundaries with you so they never read your signs incorrectly ever again. they might be upset that you didn't tell them the truth (although they understand much better afterwards how hard it would be for you to admit it) but they would never get angry at you for "deceiving" them or for leading them on. if anything, they're more angry at themselves for not realizing that you were struggling--especially Steve, who feels like he should know the best about this kind of thing since he's one of the most experienced out of all of them. but it proves it to him that he still can be a little selfish at times, so he promises both you and the others that he'll be more aware from now on so you all feel safe.

and while they love you and think you're absolutely beautiful, and they would love having the sexual kind of intimacy with you as well as your preferred types of intimacy, they would never make you do something you didn't want to do. and they would never allow you to push yourself to do it just for them, either--no matter how much you try to convince yourself and them that you can do it, that you can even do it for special occasions to make them happy, they'll talk you through it long before you can manage to force yourself into it. if you have a fit of anxiety or panic because you're terrified they're getting bored or they're gonna leave you, and you offer yourself to one or all of them like a plea out of nowhere, it won't work. it doesn't matter how turned on they already are or how badly they want you; Nancy, Eddie, Steve and Robin would all stop you before you even got your clothes off, because they know you and they know you'll have to have a long conversation as a group before you try breaching those boundaries. yes, you're an adult, and you can make your own decisions at the end of the day--but they don't want you to think that they need to be pacified with sex just to love you. their love is something you have already, you don't need to earn it or feel like you have to do things out of your comfort zone to keep their attention. you're not their pet or plaything, and it's not the 50s anymore; you're as equal of a partner as anyone else.

speaking of which, the dynamic of having all four of them together lends itself quite well to being open-minded about intimacy, since they all have their own preferences as well. if you know your boundaries already they're more than willing to respect them, but if you don't, or you need to suss it out with them specifically, then they're eager to help you figure things out. maybe you're more comfortable being affectionate with the girls, or you would rather be naked in front of some of them and not all of them, or maybe you'd rather not show your body at all or see theirs without their clothes--that's okay, they're not gonna get offended because they know that you still love them equally, and because you've got particular ways of showing affection to each of them to show that. it's kinda nice in that way, to have their own brands of intimacy that are specific to them, and to have things you can share that you only do with each of them, it makes them feel special! cuddling, kissing, holding hands, sleeping next to each other, playing with each other's hair, doing each other's makeup or picking out clothes to wear together--there's a million ways you can be affectionate without being sexual, including all the quality time activities like just reading together or cooking or watching tv in the same room. plus, whether you're completely averse to nudity and sex or you're more comfortable with experiencing non-normative ways of sexual intimacy, they get to have that journey of figuring it all out with you and it really bonds you all together as lovers <3

if you're a little more exploratory with sexuality too, they're quite interested to see what you can experiment with together. working up to it may worry you that you're taking too long, but they actually enjoy the process of learning and they've done much harder things than reassuring you if you go a little too far, and need to step back. taking showers or baths together is a great way to get to know one another, especially doing it with one of them at a time--and they turn into such sweethearts when you're baring such sensitive parts of yourself, always asking for permission to touch certain areas or try things and doing their best to memorize what you like, while also easing you down with reassurance if you have to say no or ask them to stop. don't think you're gonna get away with saying "sorry" for doing so either--Nancy swears she's gonna work that word right out of your vocabulary, because she especially hates seeing you feel guilty about upholding your boundaries. she knows how hard it is to do herself, and how scary it can feel sometimes, so she's more sensitive to it than others and tries her best to help you get more used to saying "no", and not feeling like you're disappointing them whenever you do.

another topic that's prime for discussion is masturbation--something Eddie often smirks about and reassures you he's king of, so there's nothing you could say that would ever weird him out. if you'd rather keep it all to yourself, then it's no problem, sock on your doorknob and they won't barge in. but if you're interested in doing a little more with it, they're quite pleased to let you use them as a safe space to test things out. touching yourself for them to watch, doing it together so you can watch each other, or getting yourself off while you watch them have sex are all ways they love to experience you when and if you want to get involved. and if you have other ideas, please tell them--they want to get to know your body as well as you do, so no matter how specific you want to be or how strange you think your lines might be, they'll be so eager to make you feel comfortable with them that they're just happy you feel safe enough to explore at all. maybe you want to touch them back but don't want to have any sort of penetrative sex, or you're okay with them touching you so long as it's kept to certain areas, as long as you're comfortable and they're comfortable you can try whatever you please. and if you get drained or uncomfortable or have sensory overload or just want to stop? easy peasy. they'll stop and start as many times as you like, no matter the reason.

also, if your discomfort with sex does ever reach a point where you want to make an attempt at trying it, the four will be more than happy to help you ease into it, so long as it's for you and not something you're doing just to appease them. which includes the possibility that your aversion is born out of trauma or other bad experiences, and that you do have a want for sex, but you just don't feel ready to re-introduce it into your life. if that's the case, your partners will help you take things very slow and will go out of their way to show you that you're completely safe--you'll always have total control over the situation, and even if you have a meltdown right in the middle of one of your attempts because you're overwhelmed or scared, you'll have your clothes put right back on and have someone comforting you with whatever space between you that you need. Robin probably has something she calls "the safety blanket" she keeps under the bed for those exact scenarios, something soft with a texture you really like to pull around you for comfort, kind of like a safety item in a way that keeps you grounded. and if you end up finding enjoyment and fulfillment in having sex with them, that's great--and if you don't, and you decide that it's just not for you, then you can feel secure in your decision and move on with what you are comfortable with.

whatever level you fall on as far as intimacy goes, the only difference it makes is how you and your partners choose to deal with it--but aside from that, it doesn't at all diminish how much they adore you, and it would never make them stop loving and appreciating everything that you are.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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palettesofrenaissance · 10 months

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A random Fleur de Louve (SarahBucky) nsfw prompt: oral under the table

NSFW; AU or canon or whatever your heart desires. Just please tag me so I can read it

Of course my thoughts go to Sarah first

It could be at: a resteraunt with dim lights. Probably at night. It's at a place that uses long table cloths of course. Anyways, Sarah is unsuspecting at first. Perhaps Bucky left hints that this is a 'treat' he had in kind for her but she didn't take him seriously, or it was sprung by spontaneous surprise. Either way, when he disappears, Sarah is surprised to suddenly feel him, so surprised that she jumps, causing the silverware to clatter, but she grins and makes the excuse that she thought she saw a bug (or something). Next thing she knows, she feels her panties being moved and fiddled with as he's spreading her legs wide and kissing up her thighs. She feels his hot breath across her skin and it raises goosebumps. She can't focus on anything, and is desperately trying her hardest to pay attention to her surroundings as to not get caught. When she feels him slide her forward, causing her to slump a bit in her chair, Sarah knows. She knows this isn't going to be easy. And so she bites her bottom lip hard while smoothly covering her mouth as she leans onto her hand by her elbow propped on the table. Bucky also does his best in eating her out as quietly as possible, even as she becomes increasingly wet, but also push her over the edge. Or, at least get her close there. During it all, Sarah can't move. He has his nose buried in her folds, hot breath panting in her coarse curls, and his hands pinning her legs. At one point, she puts a hand under the table to cart through his hair. At one point she fists his hair in a tight grip that would be painful on a regular man. At one point, her eyes roll back. And, he becomes so aroused himself that he can't help to palm at himself but also thinks of a plan to exit without drawing attention

You decide how it should go, but I imagine the end being like: when he comes up from under the table (it could be while there's some kind of distraction outside, like a police chase passing by) he casually wipes his mouth clean, retains eye contain with a very blushing Sarah, and coolly asks her about the food -- if she's still hungry, or if she wants more food, or whatever. Sarah replies that she isn't hungry anymore, or as hungry for food. While chuckling about her, he agrees that they'd leave. (Ignoring the unfulfilled woman across the room watching them enviously, then scolding her date to be more like them. Or, the man not far from Bucky watching his calm performance with an intrigued gleam in his eyes because his wife is currently too shy to be as adventurous and risque.)

Then there's the side where Sarah reciprocated the favor: I don't know where. It could be while he's on a Zoom Video call, it could be while he's playing a card game/virtual card game, or whatever have you that you chose. But either way, Sarah gets her payback. She could have been sweet-talking him all day to the point where she distracts him more than usual, but he has this thing he needs to focus on so he's trying to dodge her. He fails of course when she gets to her knees and begins massaging his crotch. He could try to gently push her away, but then she grabs him and he shuts up, his dick having already begun to harden. And he knows how determined Sarah can be but he's also selfish and wants this so he doesn't fight her anymore, perhaps. Anyway, Sarah takes her time. She builds up the anticipation, teases him, murmurs things at a volume she knows only he can hear to rile him up. It gets so bad that by the time he's completely hard and she's gliding her moist lips down his dick, he's barely even focuses on his task or competition at hand. If it's a card game, he could soon be trying to play it off by leaning his forehead into his tensed hand, trying to hide his face and/or focus. His face would turn red -- "Your face is turning red, Buck. Are you okay?" -- and him feigning frustration and/or confusion. Sarah doesn't stop; she uses her hands, sucks him off, squeezes his balls. She smirks while doing it, and he groans about it -- whether from frustration or arousal or both or whatever else, you choose. At one point he could put a hand on her hair, perhaps gripping it as something to hold on to, probably when he slowly urges his hips forward too. He knows how Sarah is about the way he fills her mouth. Her fingernails dig into his inner thighs. He's barely paying attention to whatever he's doing. (If it's a video call, he could space out. If it's a card game he could be so far in the gutter there's no way he'd win, so they're laughing at him to just quit now.)

However this ends, you decide :)

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limalatina · 4 months

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T A S K # 0 1 - INTRODUCTION.

Alright uni gang, I'm gonna need y'all to listen up and take notes. Auntie Snix has some words of wisdom for all you loners and rejects out there who need my help fitting in while also uniquely standing out. If my 22 years on this planet have learned me anything, it's that you're never too much of a bad bitch to learn some new tricks. So pop a squat, get your popcorn ready, and pay attention because I'm only going to say this once. And trust me, these are invaluable life lessons that will stick with you throughout your extended time here at wmu.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 :

𝟏. Your college years are the time to be selfish. Now you may be thinking, "Santana, you've always been self-centered." While there may be some validity to that, college is an excuse to not feel guilty about it. Step outside your comfort zone, act on your own desires. Just don't get arrested for public intoxication. 𝟐. Never show up early or empty-handed to a party. The goal is to appear cool and indifferent, not make yourself look desperate. Frat parties aren't really my scene, but they typically have the best alcohol if you're looking to drink away your problems. 𝟑. Real Housewives is priceless entertainment. If you haven't watched it yet, you need to start. They show reruns on Bravo. If you have watched it and it wasn't your cup of tea, I'm sorry to inform you but you have terrible taste. I bet your favorite show is Breaking Bad or Grey's Anatomy. How unoriginal. 𝟒. Dress hot for a job interview. Practical? No. Effective? Hell yes, unless you're Rachel Berry. It's a miracle how far thigh high boots and a tight-fitted camisole will get you in the bartending biz. 𝟓. Crocs with socks should be a federal offense. If you own a pair, please burn them. Sincerely, everyone. 𝟔. Online shopping is both addictive and cathartic. Just ask my mom. After she found out about my dad's affair, she started buying up those 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzles that take weeks to complete. Not to mention she put all of the funds on his credit cards. That's the kind of petty behavior I admire. 𝟕. Street food in Lima, Ohio is not the same as it is in Miami. I need a lot of spice in my life. If I'm not legitimately delirious and sweating from the heat on my plate, I don't want it. Lima's version of that is buffalo chicken wings smothered in Taco Bell diablo sauce. Check, please. 𝟖. SZA's comeback was the highlight of the 2022. Five years between albums is wild that I have to admit my girl had me stressing for a minute, but her new music delivered. Shoutout to Kehlani for also releasing another banger. 𝟗. Relationships ain't shit, delete your dating apps. If I wanted to be cheated on, I would've set the bar higher and aimed for someone rich like those gold diggers on Real Housewives do. At least then I wouldn't have to foot the bill at the end of the night. 𝟏𝟎. Guys lie to you but girls will destroy your psyche. Not all girls, obviously. Just the evil ones I'm attracted to and date. Consider this my vow to stay single forever.

That's all for now, kiddos. I hope you weren't expecting some profound insight into societal norms or anything like that. It's too early in the morning and I haven't had my daily dose of caffeine yet. I'm just here to keep it real. If you're in the market for any more helpful tips or tricks, hit me up on my socials. And if I have you blocked, best believe it's for a good reason and I would appreciate it if you never contacted me again. Deuces.

#wmutask #𝐢𝐯.⠀ ⸻⠀ ❝⠀development!#( task 001. )

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glasskey · 1 year

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THT Redemption Arcs

I’m going to be running through some story and character analysis for THT in the weeks to come and I’m going to start out by talking a little bit about the difference in redemptive arcs. For those of you who aren’t clear about what a redemption arc is, it’s essentially a story line woven into your characters narrative to enable them to redeem themselves from previous questionable actions. There are some great examples in The Handmaids Tale, almost 100% of our characters are morally grey and they’ve all got a vivid history with a bit of baggage, so we’ve got a lot to choose from. Whenever a character performs a redemption arc, essentially 2 things need to happen for it to be considered complete: Firstly, your character has to truly be sorry and try and make amends. Secondly, other characters have to acknowledge that they are truly sorry and in some respects forgive them. We also have 2 different types of redemption arcs; slow and sudden. Basically, the character will either have an epiphany of all the crappy things that they have done and suddenly beg for forgiveness (usually at the last minute) OR said character will see the error of their ways through slow observation and work to be a better individual. With that in mind let’s take a look at some of our characters and see what kind of redemption arc they have.

Fred: Fred is one of the primary reasons that Gilead even exists, from the word go he was never getting a free pass no matter he did. For Fred, his Achilles heel is his quest for power which is constantly undermined by the impotence he feels at not being able to father a child. Freds desire for power fosters a sense of self entitlement that seeks to enslave June, while his impotence breeds an anger that alienates him from the woman who once loved him. His ego is ultimately his downfall and we see it in all its forms almost to his dying breath. While Fred may have acknowledged what he did was wrong, his attempt at redemption was driven purely by selfish motives and as a result the other characters did not forgive him. Fred attempted a sudden redemption arc and ended up doing an epic face plant. Instead of forgiveness he got an incredibly satisfying smack in the mouth and a “you had this coming” from Nick, and was hunted down and torn to shreds by the object of his desire. Redemption arc: Epic Fail. Result: some serious poetic justice.

Serena: Serena was Freds’ co conspirator so she’s responsible for some pretty heinous stuff, not to mention personally torturing the protagonist. She’s truly Machiavellian and consistently falls into the “sorry, not sorry” camp depending on what day of the week it is, making her attempt at a serious redemption arc difficult to swallow for anyone. Characters with the capacity for this much malice will generally perform a sudden redemption arc toward the end, finally achieving forgiveness, but sacrificing themselves as payment. Oddly the writers have chosen to engage Serena in a slow redemptive arc over the course of season 5, having swallowed some of her own poetic justice. I remain unconvinced, all this bonding with the protagonist, pouting and tears wont erase seasons of cruelty. Serena is a monster who's only sorry she lost her monster pal. Redemption Arc: still in progress, most likely successful. Most likely fatal

Aunt Lydia: Oh Dear. It’s hard to come back from shit this bad, but we know from The Testaments that our favourite super cuddly Aunt with a cattle prod, is due for a redemption arc. Watching The HMT and judging by The Testaments, it appears that she will be performing a slow redemption arc, which serves her purposes as she’s going to be busy working for the resistance. Ultimately the scales of justice demand balance and there’s no way the average viewer / reader would think that it’s a fair deal that she goes back to an ordinary life, once she’s served her purpose. Like Serena its justified she sacrifice herself as payment and there’s also the small matter of Aunt Lydia not being able to forgive herself. This brings me to Janine, I can definitely see Janine being a catalyst for Aunt Lydia’s break with Gilead. The nature of the protagonist in The Handmaids Tale is that she is a lone voice and as such June is what we refer to as “The Final Girl”, the last one left to tell the tale. This does not bode well for Janine. Redemption arc: Ultimately successful (in some respects).

Luke: Let’s face it, no matter which way you slice it, he’s no angel. He cheated on his wife and he left June and Hannah in Gilead because he was scared. What do these two things have in common? Leaving when the chips are down. From the description in Atwood’s text, Luke was always intended as a character who portrayed the casual misogyny that exists in the world. He’s been toned down somewhat for the show but it’s still there, lurking under the facade of our devoted “nice guy”. This is absolutely intentional, he’s described as a “good man” and he is, but there are plenty of times that he falls short and just doesn’t get it. He’s been performing a slow redemption arc over season 5 and it reached a crescendo in episode 10 at the train station when he sacrificed himself for the good of the protagonist. Most notable was the instance where he acknowledged her independence by using her maiden last name. He’s going to have to pay penance for the times he left though and thus the incarceration by Gilead forces. Redemption arc: Still in progress but promises to be successful.

Nick Blaine: I want to be honest about Nick, I love him but he’s done some bad shit. The writers have hinted as much and there’s plenty of evidence. Far from a clean well-mannered lawn boy, Nick Blaine is in fact, shady as fuck. This isn’t a mistake, after all, what good would a clean cut boy be to June when what she actually needed was a dodgy rebel to help her get things done in Gilead? When June says “he helped me to survive”, what she really means is that Nick was a navigator around all the dark dangers of Gilead and you don’t know about those unless you’ve seen them first hand. Nicks been performing a slow redemption arc since the end of season one. He was always good hearted, demonstrating loyalty to a broken family and looking openly distressed over the death of a handmaid. He’s also a bit of a rebel, he doesn’t follow the rules and doesn’t seem to quite fit in, all of this making him ultimately easier to welcome back to an ordinary life when he finally reaches the end of his journey. Nicks redemption arc is interesting because it not only requires other characters to forgive him, but he also needs to forgive himself. He’s been referred to as “a good man in Gilead” for a few seasons now, Tuello also called him “an honourable man”, but the reality is he’s still going to have to prove his loyalty by doing some time undercover. It's his penance. Ep 10 S5 saw Nick Blaine refer to himself as “Nothing”, he feels worthless and he’ll need to forgive himself before he can come home. For Nicks redemption arc to be considered complete he needs to step across the border and stay there. He needs to hold his daughter. Slow redemption arcs generally involve one last battle against your foe and Ep 10 S 5 saw Nick make preparations for his final battle against Gilead. The walk across the bridge in ep 10 and the deal with Tuello signified a redemption arc construct now fully fortified and nearing completion. Redemption arc: In progress. Promises to be successful. Promises to be fucking epic.

The majority of redemption arcs in THT are slow, the only time I’ve seen a sudden redemption arc attempted, it failed miserably. This says a lot about what the writers actually believe about the nature of redemption; anything less than something that you work towards every day, is an illusion. The writers have worked hard to maintain a level of reality and in the real world, people don’t just immediately forgive you because YOU decided to apologize. You need to earn their trust back and work hard to repair that wound. Sudden redemptive arcs are like the kiss of death, I can’t count the amount of times I’ve watched a character weep with remorse only to die seconds later. Slow redemptive arcs are a bit trickier, your character may survive it or not and this decision is based ultimately on how deep the wound they inflicted is.

#nick blaine #serena joy #luke bankole #fred waterford #aunt lydia #max minghella #osblaine #nick x june #hulu #june x nick #june osborne #the handmaids tale hulu #bruce miller #the handmaid's tale #handmaid's tale #handmaid's on hulu #hulu streaming #hulu tv #elisabeth moss

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elinciarune · 4 months

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So I have been slowly but surely playing variable barricade and have been able to finish the common route and Nayuta’s route after a couple of months, and now I want to write everything in my mind before moving on completely to Shion XD

Possible spoilers ahead 🙈

To sum it up, I have been enjoying this game so much, it is really shaping up to be my favourite otome game! (Sorry Hakuouki you are still special and dear to me, but yeah, I’m being objective here XD)

At first, I was wary and kept my expectations low because the reviews were quite mixed. And I was entering the game assuming it is pure romantic comedy. I won’t lie at the first couple of chapters, the more slice of life-y tone that has some comedy sprinkled left me waiting for the rom-com to kick in Ouran-style, but the moment I appreciated and drilled in the idea that this game is indeed more of a slice of life, character-study kind of story, I immediately started enjoying the common route immensely!

The dialogue is top-notch, the character interactions are so good, and the characters themselves are multi-faceted and feel so real in a good way.

The common route was enjoyable from start to finish, every sentence and piece of dialogue I enjoyed.

Of course, Hibari herself has a huge role to play in this. She was thrusted in a very extreme and difficult situation from her point of view, so every thing she has said or done (including her ‘bratty’ attitude) totally makes sense and perfectly portray a 17 yr old teenager.

Plus she’s cute, really really cute, protect my baby at all cost 😤

So yeah overall I have been hooked😆🤝

Now for Nayuta’s route, I like genki, himbo guys so was looking forward to his route, and it perfectly delivered. I like how in the beginning, Hibari, as a way to work upon making sense of her choice of him, creates this scenario of him being her guardian and acts like a typical teenage girl who falls in love, and despite this shattering because of how oblivious and one track minded he is, her pursuing of him actually caused a huge ripple in his very straightforward simplistic world, where he sets on one thing and clings unto achieving it despite everything else.

That gets me to the fact that he was described as ‘selfish’. Which was a really interesting way to describe him. And yeah that one track mindedness of his and straightforwardness makes him put his own desires first and foremost and in a way he is ‘selfish’. But interestingly, as I said, the ripple caused by Hibari led to him gradually maturing in a way that uses such straightforward and ‘selfish’ thinking in a way that is more balanced.

In fact, I think him being ‘selfish’ is not bad at all! It means that his desires, when being directed towards becoming better and to also be and support those whom he loves, is actually much more better than a ‘selfless’ person who might put societies needs above theirs and would consequently get hurt or even hurt those around them.

So as his route progresses, I liked how he gradually started cherishing Hibari as someone dear to him for personal reasons, not idealistic ones, and he redirected his guardian skills in a way that made him perceptive of Hibari’s needs and compared to the beginning of the route, he became much more understanding.

By the end, the same one track mindedness that is an inherent part of his personality as well as the ‘selfishness’ became the drive for him to fulfil his desire to help Hibari and to be with her.

So 10/10 XD

Now to continue Shion 🤌

#variable barricade #nayuta yagami #yagami nayuta #otome #otome game #english otome #tojo hibari #hibari tojo #varibari

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beatricebidelaire · 1 year

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(Cont’d)

She turns, coming face to face with The City’s 8th most important financial advisor.

“Snicket, Snicket, Snicket,” Esme drawls. “Katherine. That dress has not been in for at least seven decades.” She eyes Kit up and down critically. “And your mask is practically last century.”

“Yes,” Kit replies, condescendingly because Esme just so easily brings out this side of her. “That is the theme of the masked ball.”

Esme scoffs. “How terribly out.” She takes a step closer, easily invading into Kit’s personal space, and then extends out her right hand, index finger landing on Kit’s shoulder, then runs down her collarbone. “And so is this necklace - I wouldn’t even consider stealing it, that’s how out it is.”

Kit rolls her eyes, “Well, thanks so much for the completely unsolicited fashion commentary that added no value whatsoever.”

Esme laughs, saccharine and insincere, “Oh, Snicket, no need to be jealous of my vast amount of knowledge in fashion.”

It’s Kit’s turn to scoff. “What makes you think I’d be in any way jealous of something as useless as that?”

“Fair point,” Esme permits airily. “You do completely lack any sort of taste, after all. Unlike me, who’s the pinnacle of good taste.”

“Of course,” Kit says. “That certainly explains why I’m sleeping with you and why you’re sleeping with me.”

For the first time of tonight, the ever so eloquent Esme, fluent in insults and biting remarks and all kinds of verbal attacks, is at a sudden loss for words. “You - ” she halts, glaring at Kit, then quickly composes herself. “I was talking about fashion!”

Amusement flashes across Kit’s eyes. They both know it’s Kit who won this round the moment Esme loses her cool and attempts such a weak comeback.

“If you say so,” Kit replies, cheerfully.

Esme seethes.

The thing about Esme is that she’s far, far from a moral person. And not only that, she’s also rude and argumentative and has some of the worst opinions ever. She also completely lacks any formal VFD training or morals a regular person normally has.

Which means, it’s very easy to be just as mean and caustic as her when Kit’s talking to her, and that somehow turns out to be oddly stress-relieving, in the midst of her even so stressful volunteering work. And that’s really the crust of the reason why she puts up with Esme at all - why she more than puts up with Esme sometimes.

Kit considers herself - maybe not a completely good person, but a person who has focus on the big, important goals, goals that will ultimately bring good. She knows she’s ruthless sometimes. Cold and calculated sometimes. But she really does have the bigger picture and the volunteers’ best interests in mind. To be such a person means that she’s noble, in general, but also requires a little bit of darkness and edge in her to do things needed to achieve the noble goals. It’s not a part of her that she likes to admit exists inside of her, not to anyone, maybe not even herself.

But with Esme - she feels like a little part of that sometimes get the chance to slip out in a safe manner, because it’s Esme, after all. Moral lacking and mean and selfish and too clever for her own good but probably will only use it for wrong. Esme. Kit knows Esme’ll be able to handle it, to take all the meanness, even thrives in having the chance to do this kind of back and forth.

And that’s why she puts up with Esme. That’s why she keeps putting up with Esme, that’s why she keeps their arrangement instead of breaking it off, why she continues to wake up on the same bed as Esme on Saturday mornings.

It’s a Friday night, now.

“R has the most beautiful guest rooms,” Kit says. “Perhaps something a fashion expert like yourself might be interested in admiring.”

At that, Esme starts laughing again, ease and confidence quickly building back up inside her. “Oh, Snicket,” she tuts. “That’s so unsubtle. But I suppose that can be forgiven, as I understand you desire me so, so very much.”

#kit snicket #esme squalor #kitme #otp: enemies with benefits #vera.txt

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mickmundy · 1 year

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hello everyone, happy friday! <3 i wanted to do my bushmedicine fic's chapter update a little differently this time and write up something like an analysis(?) of what's going on in sniper's head that i really can't talk about so candidly in my fics.

it's important to me that the reader knows that sniper is very much a flawed person and part of this fic is about him realizing (and understanding) his emotions and feelings, not just in relation to medic (because i think good character development must happen for the sake of The Self before The Ship if that makes sense). i wanted to talk about what i'm trying to get across as the author and important points i want the reader to take notice of! :-) so let's get to it!

so as we've known the past few chapters, medic and sniper are baking together. sniper's at the point where he starts feeling like he can be a bit more vulnerable around medic. he tells medic about how he used to bake with his mother... undoubtedly this is a bit of a bittersweet thing for sniper, given that he hasn't done something like this since his mum passed.

sniper tells medic about this time that he'd been baking with his mum and acted impulsively/selfishly on some desire he'd had. it wasn't ever his intention to displease his parents, least of all his mother. obviously we know from canon that sniper eventually does intentionally displease his parents by going off and being an assassin, but I think that was something that took a lot for him to do.

“I watched me mum toss the whole thing. I was devastated. I’d been lookin’ forward to that pie all week. [...] Stupid, that was. But I couldn’t help it.

when sniper took and ate the "ruined" pie, he knew what he did was wrong. betrayed his mum's trust, disobeyed her when she told him to throw it out, etc. the desire that overcomes sniper here can be taken literally (he's hungry and wants the dessert), but it's intended to be symbolic of this... other aspect of sniper's personality that sniper always knew was within him but never actually "put a face to"... not something that was evil, but something that simply... was. a part of himself that sniper knew but didn't understand.

"Didn’t mean to be selfish about it, but some desire just… overcame me. I’d wanted it so bad, even though I knew it was wrong."

this, in sniper's mind, while it was wrong, it wasn't evil. it didn't hurt anybody and nobody stood to lose anything. i think his mum would be someone that always did her best to be emotionally sensitive to sniper, but ultimately not in the way that sniper felt he needed. in his youth he'd fantasize (seldom ever, if ever, acting upon them) about doing (small) rebellious things that, in his mind, were forgivable enough so that his parents would know he was still sweet Mickey, but was kind of... testing the limits of their love for him. he couldn't help that part of him wanted something that was wrong... but would his family still love him anyway?

this is very important to sniper, because he felt completely outcasted by everyone except for his family (specifically his mother). they're all he has. maybe doing this harmless thing could serve as a test for how they'd treat him if he'd really messed up or done something "bad." he needed to know that his parents needed him as badly as he needed them. he's always felt a duty to his parents (as most children do) and that isn't something that sniper takes lightly. he loves his parents no matter what. but would they love him no matter what?

he's horrible at reading people, but he wants to be good at it. he wants to understand others but more importantly, he wants to be understood and accepted, not rejected. for Someone Like Me, this is just how... thinking is. and it can be tiring and frustrating and complicated and sometimes it's easier to just... feel nothing at all!

i delve into the idea of the... simultaneous smothering and rejection (and Commitment to Misunderstanding him) he feels from his parents in the fic following this one, so i don't want to say too much about it now.... hehe!

[...] “you… felt that hunger again?” Medic asked [...] Sniper wordlessly moved to help, following the doctor’s patterns. “Ye- well, I guess it never really… went away. Like it wasn’t even about the bloody pie in the first place..."

unfortunately, this "small act of rebellion" stuck with sniper for the rest of his life. these kinds of feelings don't just go away. and this isn't something that "randomly acting out" can fix. sniper's revisting this moment with the New Wisdom of what medic has (unknowingly) taught him about feelings and realizes that maybe it wasn't as literal as him wanting a pie or wanting to act out.

sniper's notoriously frustrated with his hunger, but it's beginning to grow more and more as he spends more time around medic; to medic, these kinds of feelings are part of who we are and there's nothing bad or wrong about them. they're beautiful and worth celebrating, actually! and at this point in the fic we can see that sniper is slowly learning that. this thing (thoughts, feelings, desires) you taught yourself to hate? it's not evil. it's worthy of love, actually. that voracious desire isn't something that you need to suffer at the hands of. grab it by the horns and enjoy it!

Medic adored Sniper and adored his hunger, the hunger that made him what he was. He wanted to bring that hunger out in Sniper even more, wanted to feel the starving gnash of its teeth and tell it that he hears it, sees it for its monstrousness and loves it anyway.

and here's medic, a coworker that sniper never gave a second glance to (and vice versa). we know medic is the emotional opposite of sniper: he's very "loud" with his feelings, never seeks to dilute his personality, prioritizes himself over others, etc. and these aren't negative traits to sniper. sniper admires that medic can say what he means and means what he says and does what he wants when he wants. medic doesn't have the same emotional struggles as Sniper, but he's sympathetic to them and patient with him. he's effortlessly "passing the test" of unconditional love that sniper has wanted from someone for so long.

It suddenly became absolutely necessary to put himself close to Medic.

after being vulnerable and reflecting on some random anecdote of his past with medic, the doctor doesn't reject him. doesn't coddle him and tell him he's perfect, either. nice, easy balance. that makes sniper feel safer, like he can maybe begin to truly talk to medic (and maybe get a little physically closer too!). of course, they had a pretty heavy conversation early on about sniper's revival, but sniper's still convinced that's just pity. with time though, he's beginning to see that medic really does want to emotionally invest in him, and cherishes him just the way he is... which nobody has ever done before!

medic already knows that sniper is worthy of love (and revival... hehe), and wants to be the person to give that love to sniper. he doesn't want sniper feeling shame for who he is, because medic adores who sniper is. after all of their escapades together in my fics, we see that medic is most worried about scaring sniper off or breaking this... unspoken emotional trust that sniper has in medic that he's built throughout the course of the fics. more on that will be brought up later, but we'll leave it at that for now. :)

“Always felt like I was greedy, even when I wasn’t even taking anything. Thought if I finally took something I wanted, I’d feel better. But I just felt worse. Wise to know those kinds of feelings are best left alone.”

feeling certain feelings (gay feelings. this is about gay feelings) and not knowing what they are (but knowing that they aren't necessarily celebrated or accepted by the world at large) is scary. you try to push those things down to appease people around you who have no idea what's going on in your head, and you're in an emotional stalemate: telling them and facing rejection (putting it Mildly)... or learning how to just. smother your feelings and... don't deal with it?

sure, thats a good idea, sniper. let's just not deal with it!

his entire life, sniper's been treating his hunger (a metaphor that's VERY superficial at this point in my fic but grows with later installments) like it's this creature that he feeds now and then with some silly thing (small acts of rebellion, for example) to distract himself from further trying to understand what that feeling really is. i don't think sniper is very emotionally intelligent (sorry king </3) so i think the word hunger is just the word he chose to describe it, even if it might not fit how he's feeling. this is intentional!

for me personally, i like to have A Word that i can apply to multiple feelings at once. it itches my brain just right sldkf.. so i'm picturing sniper feeling similarly! feelings are put in categories and must be Defined in order for me to Feel them (awesome awetism trait). this is something sniper struggles with in my fics. for example, the word hunger is multi-faceted. it can mean:

ambition ("professionals have standards!")

desire (for medic, romantic, sexual)

literal need for sustenance

general wanting

so i think a lot of sniper's "development" in my fics is about identifying those feelings as much as feeling them. emotions are so complicated! and sorting out how you're feeling is just as complicated for some of us as sorting out what you're feeling!

you've got this, sniper! just go for it! :-)

#thou giveth fever #dutchfoolery #dutchiehcs #WHEEEE HEHEHHEEEE #bushmedicine #medsnip

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