#ugly virgin fashion

[iovesia]

𐚁֙࿐ BE MY DADDY TONIGHT.

keanu mlist.⠀ 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ ⠀bodyguard!con&wick⠀𝑥⠀f!reader.

synopsis: you have one job for tonight's ball: behave. easier said than done, right? well, your two bodyguards will make sure you stay in line. by any means necessary.

contents. bratty!rich!reader. large age gap. threesome. brat taming. oral (m!receiving). hate to gentle sex? double penetration (+ANAL). sir kink. pure filthy filth. 5.0k words.

⋆ 𓂃 ﾟ .⠀josie's little note. mentally, physically WEAK for my fav duo— this is a spin off to you can be the boss, so hopefully you guys will enjoy :3 if u see any grammar or spelling errors, no you don't ♡

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

“Why not?” You scoff. 

“Take that off.”

You roll your eyes, looking back into the mirror, hands gently smoothing the silk covering your hips. Having people paid to stalk your every move, means you’ll always have a second opinion for your outfits. The downside is that they’re 40 year old men with zero fashion sense.

“No way,” you defend, viewing your body in every angle. The pink satin hugged your figure just right, the slit on the side exposing your smooth leg and thigh. Each mirror perfectly reflected your good side— which was every side. “This is totally, like, ball material.”

The annual Senator’s ball. The one day of the year where your father is forced to interact with you, and acknowledge your existence beyond a weekly check to your bank account. You and your family have attended every single one since you were 5, a begrudging effort to boost your father’s campaigns and image. 

Family’s everything.. at least to the voters. Chin up and grin when the cameras point your way. 

“Is this ball in the red light district?” Constantine snickers, earning a glare from his associate. 

Your two bodyguards were spending their Saturday afternoon watching over you, as they always do. Except now at the painstakingly boring activity of shopping. Constantine and John (your original offer of calling them ‘Beavis and Butthead’ were immediately shot down), a pair of older brawny men in black suits, sat in the comically pink fluffy chairs as you tried on several outfits. As similar as the two men look, they couldn’t be more different personality wise.

Constantine was the fun one; could actually take a joke, and was more lax on the rules, but you knew it was just to irritate John. You had no clue why your father hired him, then you remember the handfuls of other guards you annoyed to resignation. Last resort.

John was the polar opposite. Total grade A military asshole. Knows what you’re gonna do before you do it. Wouldn’t crack a smile to save his life. He was the worse cop to Constantine’s bad cop. 

“Find something else,” John stares blankly at you.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” you sneer. The two of you lock eyes in a silent stand-off, with Constantine just smirking on the sidelines. “It’s my money, not yours.”

“No, it’s your father’s money,” John retorts. 

“And daddy dearest is gonna have our necks if we let you come dressed like that,” Constantine interjects.

“Change. Now.”

Your face scrunches up into an ugly scowl, as you march back to the dressing room, muttering profanities under your breath. Like a petulant child, you tug and try on new dresses with aggression in your movements. Damn near ripping the seams.

You come out after a few minutes in a new dress: a baby blue silk dress which reaches the floor, hiding your curves and hips. Like a Kate Hudson look-alike, the silky dress left your back exposed.

“Nuh uh,” the older man shakes his head, arms crossed.

“Oh come on!” You exclaim, turning around in a huff. “You want me to show up dressed like the Virgin Mary. Get real.”

“Yeah, John, get real,” Constantine mocks your high pitched voice.

"You stay out of this—" John shoots his partner a side eye.

“John, I’m buying this. I’m not going to that ball lookin’ like a nun,” you reaffirm, as you take one last look in the mirror. Your hands smoothing the dress down over your backside, you grinned satisfied. The soft material on your skin boosted your confidence for the upcoming night.

“Just buy the dress and let’s go,” John mutters, glancing at your reflection. Constantine smirks, whispering something to him. Your brows furrowed, but you waved your hand dismissively, your mind focused on the ball rather than their stares.

The ride to the ball was painful. Mentally at least.

You sat next to your father in the back of the pristine limousine. Your father typed endlessly away on his mobile, answering the string of emails that flooded in daily. He was a busy man, and this upcoming election only soaked up any remainder of his free time. Stupidly, you hoped he would at least talk to you on the way to the ball— a repeatedly unfulfilled hope.

“Please behave at this ball, I need tonight to go well,” Your father drawls, like he has to force out every word. Talking with you always seemed like a chore.

“I always behave,” you try to joke, but it falls flat when your father doesn’t even lift his eyes from his phone. Incessant clicking noises fill the limo, and you clear your throat, shifting to rest your elbow on the car door. 

“I mean it,” he says firmly. “You will not embarrass me like you did last time.”

“That was an accident..”

The dreaded accident he’s referring to was the year prior, and the aftermath of it all nearly cost your father his win. Being a politician’s brat means your only other friends included snobby offspring of other politicians, or mobsters who shadowed them. Your then boyfriend at the time: Richard Dubois, son of an alleged mobster, was getting handsy with the Judge’s daughter. Your firey temper got the better of you, and the words “fucking bitch” left you quicker than the common sense did as you threw your drink on her.

The tabloid nightmare that followed that night almost made your father’s head explode. His furious words echoed in your mind. 

“Rich brat strikes again! Party-girl daughter of the running Senator spills the gossip AND drink on— Do you see what you’ve done?!” He reads the article out loud, disdain dripping from each word. “What the hell’s the matter with you?! Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I said sorry..” 

“Sorry that I cut your allowance in half,” he replies with a roll of his eyes. Your father sets his phone down, his attention briefly flittering to you. His brows furrowed, as he analyses your outfit. The crinkle in his nose marking his disapproval. “Wick and Constantine will be keeping an eye on you.”

“What?!” Your lips part. “You promised I’d get to be on my own tonight.”

“That’s before I remembered you’re a goddamn walking PR nightmare.”

You didn’t respond and he knew he had upset you. Your words were lost as you turned your face away.

“Fine, whatever,” you mumble, hiding the hurt in your tone. 

“You pull any stunts, young lady and I’m cutting you off.”

You turn your head back in a shock, not registering what he just said. 

“You’re damn near 21 years old, you’re lucky I loved your mother enough to not kick you out,” was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Wick and Constantine will be keeping me up to date. If I hear a single fuck up from them, you’re done.”

Being monitored and scolded like a child greatly dampened the mood.

Not that these balls were much fun anyways.

The hall was filled with hundreds of familiar faces dressed in the latest fashion. Rival candidates, politicians, judges, criminal affiliates, and of course their children; each more spoiled than the last. There was not a single friendly face in this ball. Each man and woman walked and danced the floors with hungry hearts and dollar signs in their eyes.

Humility was a poor man’s game. 

You found yourself talking to a group of girls your own age. Like most rich brats, the conversation turned to competition, each girl showing off whatever luxury adorned her body. Every sly comment or backhanded compliment from them simply bounced off you, as you had no qualms showing off your own expenses.

“My parents are taking us to Cabo next month. We’re staying at the Waldorf,” One of the girls (Aria..? Anna..? You couldn’t be bothered to remember) spoke with amusement at the “awes" coming from the other girls.

“The Waldorf? Oh that cute little place?” You chime in, sipping your glass of champagne. “I’ve been, like, 4 or 5 times already. This is your first time going?” The girl's eyes widened a little at your audacity, influenced to focus on you now. That’s the one thing you were good at: being the centre of attention. You couldn’t help it. The conversation goes in loops, everyone trying to outshine the other, and eventually your glass turns empty.

“Excuse me,” you clear your throat, disbanding from the circle. Scratching at your skin, the boredom in you grew antsier. You needed some stimulation— something remotely interesting to converse about which wasn’t the stock market peaks, or whatever Fox News was blabbering about.

A notification on your phone alerts your attention, and you check your latest message. Your group chat is filled with details about a party going on a few blocks down from here. Unable to stop the grin growing on your lips, you glance around the room. You prayed that maybe your father wasn’t serious about Constantine and John being on your ass all night. With no sight of two men in black, you make your way towards the exit of the ball.

As you walk down the halls of the ball, a hand gently wraps around your elbow.

“Where are you going?” 

You were a bit taken aback at the way John holds your elbow. 

“Salsa dancing,” you mock, tugging your arm back. “The bathroom, obviously.” The lie flows off your tongue like water. But he wasn’t as stupid as you hoped.

The dark eyed man looks down at you with a blank stare, as though he doesn’t believe you. He straightens his back, his hand moving back to his side. You swallow, trying to bury the goosebumps swimming on your skin. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” you raise a brow.

“Okay. Go then,” he says to you. 

“Well.. yeah..” you stammer, pushing a strand of hair from your face. “I didn’t need your permission.”

John’s eyes never leave your figure as you keep walking. Pretending to head to the bathroom, you hide behind the half-wall, occasionally peeking back to make sure he wasn’t looking. Once the coast was clear, your heels clicked against the polished floors as you left the party all giddy.

The techno beat of the music, along with vibrant flashing lights stinging your eyes, made your movements only more sluggish in this dingy club. Having just entered the party, you were whisked away by some “friends” and immediately handed some shots to do. 

You were merely four blocks from where the ball was taking place, and you were quite proud of yourself for slipping past your father and his Shining Twins. Not that it was a hard feat, apparently. You haven’t seen those morons almost the entire night. 

You down your third shot, the liquor burning your throat deliciously as your friends cheer you on. Granted, they were just people you linked up to get trashed with rather than actual friends— but it beats drinking alone. 

“Hey baby, let me get some of that,” a random male voice calls out from behind you. 

“In your dreams!” You call back, earning a whistle and a few chuckles from drunk wannabe frat boys. The incessant pick up lines and cat calling rolls off your back at this point, keeping your focus on the party girls who keep taking shots and howling along to the music. 

Sure enough, you lose track of time. Beads of sweat form on your forehead while you sway your hips along to the beat, dancing with your girls. Your throat almost raw from shouting the lyrics over the bass, you’re completely amiss to your phone that’s exploding with missed calls.

You’re in the middle of downing another shot when a warm presence is felt on your back. Annoyance etched on your face, realising that frat boy was back, you turn around “Look, asshole— I already said—”

“Ouch, sweetheart."

Your face falls at the sight of Constantine’s contrived smile.

“Oh fuckkkk,” you whisper, a little too loudly. “Constantine— hey— wow—”

“Wow indeed,” Constantine interrupts, grabbing your bicep. With a loud “hey!”, you slap at his tight grip as he drags you through the sea of drunk partygoers. Your anger turns to pleading then to bratty complaints once you begin reaching the exit.

“Constantine— wait— c’mon—” You try to interject. His unusually calm disposition brewed the panic in your bones. If Constantine of all people was calm— that was your indicator you fucked up. Normally you could play off your rule-breaking tendencies with some witty banter, but tonight was not the night. 

As the older man hauls you out of the club, onto the chilly New York streets, you lock eyes with your other bodyguard. John stood in front of a black car, his dark suit almost blending into it. His muscular arms crossed on his chest as Constantine nearly shoves you in front of him.

“Look let’s not freak out now—”

“Get in the car,” when he spoke, it was like there was gravel in his throat. You’ve never heard such a commanding tone from him before. 

You sat with your tail between your legs in the backseat of the black mustang. The air was suffocating you and slowly sobering you up, nervous chills dancing on your spine. The two men sat in the front, with John driving as always. 

“I was just—”

“No.” John says bluntly.

“But I–” 

“No.”

“John plea—”

“Save it,” he commands, his tone quiet but deadly. You glance up at the rearview mirror, looking to Constantine for some backup. He barely turns his head from where he’s sat in the passenger’s seat, looking back at you.

“Can’t help you here, kid,” his voice lackluster, before turning back to facing the road.

You were in for it.

“Have you lost your mind?” 

The deja-vu nearly makes you sick. You were sitting in your disgustingly pink bedroom, on your soft queen-sized bed. John stood diagonal to you, in his typical stoic position as Constantine boredly spun around in your desk chair. 

“No,” you retort in a duh tone. “I was just trying to have fun.”

“Ah yes, drinking and illegal substances— perfect idea of fun,” Constantine scoffs, his face in an uncharacteristic frown. 

“There were no drugs!” You defend.

“Like we’re going to believe that,” John says coldly, earning a jaw drop from you. Sure you were spoiled, complained a lot, and lacked common sense— but you weren’t a liar! Swallowing, you look back up at John’s intense gaze. 

“I was just having some fun— Jesus!— The ball was so goddamn boring, I literally thought I would fall asleep!”

“So dramatic,” John grumbles, his dismissive tone so similar to that of your father, it makes you snap.

“Go fuck yourself!” you huff bitterly.

“Watch your mouth,” they warned in a chilling tandem, their voices tinged with a cold edge. Your eyes widened a little at their unified scolding, causing your ego to shrink down. The chair squeaks as Constantine stands up, now joining John’s side. 

“Look, I’m sorry, I snuck out,” you sigh, your apology as insincere as it gets. “Are we cool now?”

“No we’re not cool now,” John jeers, mocking your inflection. “You realise you could’ve gotten in serious trouble right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t—”

“Because I had to drag your ass out of there. Who even let you in? You’re not even 21 yet,” Constantine’s brow stitched together, judgement filling his words. Your hands weakly gesture to your figure, the low cut dress speaking for itself. Constantine rolled his eyes, while John released an exasperated sigh. 

“Your father’s gonna have a field day with that one..” John taking out his phone made your heart drop.

“Woah—woah— wait no— why are you calling him?” You stammer, jumping up from your spot. The two guards share a look before turning back to you, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Maybe because his daughter not only snuck out, but went drinking on one of the most important days of his life?” John explains, but you were well aware already.

“And so we don’t get fired,” Constantine interjects.

You opened your mouth but John was already scrolling to find your father’s contact information. Suddenly you grab at his wrist, soft pleas leaving your lips. Finally cracking through his blank expressions, he raises his eyebrows a little at how weak you sound. 

 If I hear a single fuck up from them, you’re done.

You couldn’t get cut off. You weren’t built for anything outside of partying and shopping.

“Please don’t tell him, please,” you ask, the mirth in your voice fading. John clears his throat, his interest clearly piqued and he lowers his phone. You looked uneasily between the two brawny men, as they awaited your next words. “Please.. I’ll do anything. I’m really sorry.”

Batting your lashes, you can see the cogs turning in their heads. You weren’t stupid. You were stupid hot–— but not stupid. Constantine’s little jokes always had some flirty undertones, and as high and mighty John says he is, you definitely caught him readjusting while you were trying on dresses.

Before John could pick his phone back up, Constantine swoops in. “Hang on a minute,” as he holds his hand over John’s wrist. “Anything?”

You bite your lip, nodding. 

Constantine side eyes his cohort, his pink lips turning up from a frown into a sly grin. John’s lack of protest or offence at the suggestion only affirmed what you knew. You take a step closer, purposely amplifying the sad bambi look in your eyes. Your delicate hands resting on either chest of John and Constantine, manicured fingers toying with their ties. “It’ll be our secret..”

“Fuck,” was the weak groan that fell from John’s lips. His body betrays him, and he feels his cock twitching underneath the slacks you’re hastily working to get off. The man in black lies back against your fluffy pillows, and headboard, with you on all fours, and Constantine at the end.

Constantine sponges soft kisses from your lower hip, all the way up your spine, his hands sliding the silky dress further up and up. Meanwhile, your own hands are pulling at John’s pants, slowly tugging them down, exposing his dark happy trail. 

“No bra on? Dollface, I’m shocked,” Constantine taunts. He’s knelt right behind you on the bed, his huge hands stroking your sides before cupping your pillowy breasts. You whine, looking at John through your long lashes as Constantine toys with your sensitive buds. The bearded man leans up a little, helping to take your baby blue dress off before tossing it to the side. A wave of shyness overcomes you, your naked body aside from panties being eyed hungrily by two men who want nothing more than to taste you. 

Constantine pulls you up, your back pressed to his clothed chest as he pinches at your nipples. John’s gaze never leaves your flustered face, and you feel his hands on your hips. Constantine’s lips leave faint kisses on your ear and neck, as both pairs of hands grope and squeeze your soft skin. 

“Isn’t she fuckin’ pretty?” Constantine’s baritone voice echoes in the shell of your ear, his huge hands still massaging your breasts. John simply chuckles, his fingers hooking the sides of your skimpy pink panties. 

“Prettier when her mouth’s shut,” John muses. The cool draft hits your exposed skin as John slides your underwear down, leaving you bare and ready to be feasted on. John’s calloused finger trails your inner thigh before reaching your slit. His digit traces over your clit, gently stroking it in slow circles.

“John—” you whisper breathlessly.

“Sir,” he corrects.

Constantine pushes you back down, and your face now inches from John. The sound of Constantine’s clothes ruffling as he unbuttons his shirt, piques your excitement, and you can’t help squirming your hips. 

The sound that left you was embarrassing as a cold glob of spit trickles from Constantine’s mouth down to your cunt. John watches how you unravel as Constantine’s touch, and he holds tightly onto your jaw. Your big doe eyes are forced to stare into his dark irises, and he drinks in every whimper and squeal coming from those pretty lips.

Constantine pushes his index finger into you, and you bite your lip hard. The two men chuckle quietly at your reactions, and Constantine flusters you when he comments on how tight you are. Your nails gently pinch into John’s thighs, and you feel his hand on the back of your neck. 

You take the hint as your fingers pull his cock out from his slacks. Swallowing, your eyes widen a little at the size, your hand barely wrapping around the base. John’s lips press to your temple.

“Suck,” he says lowly, 

“Yes.. sir..” the word drips with sin as you lower your head. Pressing pecks to his tip, you generously spit on your hand to lube his cock. John can’t hold back a groan, your pretty little hand stroking his cock while Constantine fingers you was a sight to behold. 

Your mouth was so wet and warm, your lips stretched to the brim as you lowered your head even further. John’s large hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you in your place and making you gag. Your heart stuttered at the action, the near lack of oxygen filling your bones with panic and adrenaline. He only lets you up when you choke, and there’s a long clear line of spit connecting from your lip to his cock. You wipe your mouth, using the extra spit to stroke his girth once more.  

Meanwhile, Constantine’s slacks dropped as well. You mewl when he pulls his finger back, leaving your needy hole empty temporarily. His pelvis pressed against you, and you felt something hard. Your eyes closed as you welcomed the sensation of his cock teasing you, collecting the slick off your weeping cunt. His tip prods at your entrance, barely filling your desperate hole. 

Constantine smirks at your muffled whimpers, the obscene sounds eliciting from you sucking John off only made his own cock harder. “Daddy’s little girl is such a cockslut, who’da thought?”

“You’d do anything to not lose daddy’s money, huh? Even fucking the help?” John croons coldly, and the heat blooms in your cheeks. John’s hand tightens as it finds a home on the back of your head, his fingers pulling at your hair as he drags your mouth up and down his cock. 

“Not the first time— probably the only reason the other guards stuck around as long as they did, right?” Constantine lies just to rile you up. He was not gentle as he pushed his way into you, making you gag once again. His hips rolled against you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Constantine’s fingers dug painfully into your sides, each motion of him pulling you back and forth on his cock rattled your body. Your moans and pants vibrated against John’s cock, your tongue flat against the base.

You gasp for air as John pulls you off once again, his fingers smearing the drool and cum from your lips all across your mouth and chin. Eyes shut in fear as he pats your face condescendingly. “You like being used like this, hm?” John’s tone is gentle even if his words are mean.

You nod mindlessly, hand still stroking his cock. John tilts his head to watch where Constantine’s hips and your ass meet, his cock no doubt buried deep into your sopping cunt, and John licks his lips. “Use your words.”

“I— I like—” you pant, as Constantine leans forward, pressing his now bare chest to your back. You relied on John for support, little squeals falling from your wet lips as he ruts relentlessly into you. “I like being used— yes— yes sir—” 

“Oh, she fuckin’ likes it..” Constantine mocks your whines, his lips graze your ear. “What would daddy dearest think if he saw you like this? Fucking the men he pays to watch you?” 

Your eyes flutter closed, mouth parted open slightly as Constantine fucks you stupid. His cock sliding in and out of you with ease at this point, as you leave a ring of white at the base of his dick.

His thrusts come to a gradual halt, his cock pulling out of you. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love the sight of you clenching around air, begging to be filled like the needy girl you are. Suddenly you feel John manhandling your hips, pulling your chest against his. He shifts his hips a little lower, lining up your sensitive entrance with his shaft. Your thighs were a trembling mess as you hovered right over him. Like a fleshlight, he lowers you painfully slowly down on him, letting you feel each inch stretching you apart.

Constantine’s lips ghost your shoulder blades and he kisses along your shoulder, his huge hands back on your breasts. You’re surprised that John hasn’t shifted once, and instead is letting himself be snug inside your warm hole. 

Your curiosity turns to alarm when you feel a wet sensation on your other opening. 

“No— wait— I’ve never—” your stutters were merely shushed by both men, and a sharp spank from Constantine. John’s hands hold your hips tight and Constnatine pushes you down, so you’re chest to chest with John. With a forced arch, Constantine parts your cheeks, further exposing your holes.

You squirm a little, begging for any stimulation from John’s end, but he remains completely still. 

“I’ll be gentle.. Promise,” Constantine offers you reassurance in the form of a gentle hand on your back. Inhaling sharply as you feel his tip probe your puckered hole, John’s hand strokes the side of your face. Your breathing was shallow as you looked at him with worried eyes. 

“Shh.. look at me,” John whispers, pulling your face close as he slots his lips against yours. This mini distraction allows for Constantine to slide in a little deeper, releasing a hiss of his own. Your whimpers of pain were swallowed by John as you stretched around Constantine. Soon enough, the two men were lodged deep inside you, and you felt full to the brim. 

Tears kissed your eyes in the sudden shift in atmosphere, and with the contrasting feel of pain and pleasure of having two men inside you at the same time. Constantine kisses behind your ear, and John along your lips and cheek.

“Taking us so well, dollface,” Constantine croons. 

“You’re doing so good for us, c’mon..” John whispers.

Your tears do nothing for your pain, but earn the gentle affection of John and Constantine. The pain spikes when they both begin to move in and out slowly. Your manicure digs into John’s muscular chest, and it pushes out a quiet moan from him. 

Their thrusts gradually quicken, and their caring personas begin to drop once again. Constantine’s hands cup the fat of your ass tightly, keeping you spread as he oogles the way he and John’s dicks disappear inside both your holes. The two men can’t help how fucking good you feel. Like the giving gift, they will gladly keep taking.

“It hurts, hurts—” you whine softly, eyes squeezed shut as tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

“I know, baby, I know,” John hums, his words not matching his actions as he keeps moving your hips up and down. Their strokes were fast and hard, and with Constantine pressed against your back, you felt completely sandwiched between them both. 

Their pants and grunts mix in with your airy, feminine cries of pleasure. They were too occupied in watching the way your ass jiggled or how your tits bounced with each roll of their hips. The spoiled little brat they once knew, was now a whimpering, flushed mess: your doe eyes all teary and lips swollen from how hard you’re biting them.

“Our girl’s making us feel so good— it’s what we deserve after the shit you put us through tonight,” Constantine pants, putting his foot up which makes his cock plunge even deeper into your ass.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry—” your shaky tone comes out, forcing in a painful breath as you cry, the voice of reason in your mind going right out the window. 

“No more sneaking out after this right? Gonna be a good girl? Listen to what you’re told?” John coos, cradling your clammy hand on his chest. You can barely speak, so you nod feverishly. You’d agree to anything at this point. 

“I think the poor thing wants to cum,” Constantine pulls your head back, and your neck cranes as you look back at him over your shoulder. He sees the fucked out gaze in those pretty irises, and feels the tension in your clench. “Should we let her?”

“I think she’s had enough,” sent relief through your body. You couldn’t even tell who’s fingers pressed against your clit, but all you know is that it made the coil in your belly tighten. The quick circles on your bundle of nerves, was enough to send over the edge, and you exhale a loud moan. The tension in your tummy snaps, as your fluttering walls tighten through your climax.

Meanwhile, your two bodyguards were still chasing their own highs, using your trembling frame like a doll at this point. You could hardly comprehend a thing until the feeling of warm, thick release filled both your holes. All three of your exhausted pants filled the sweaty, sex-smelling room, and you finally collapsed against John’s chest. The animalistic growls came to a halt as they stilled inside you. 

“Hey, hey..” a few gentle pats to the face jolt you awake. A little squelch can be heard when Constantine pulls out of you first, with John following. The brawny men lays you on your back, ignoring the dribbles of cum leaking from your holes. “You okay?” Constantine pats your face, a flash of concern on his face.

You nod tiredly, eyes drooping. The mascara stained your face, and the glitter lipgloss was nowhere to be seen anymore. 

“Did so well for us,” John says calmly, kissing the corner of your mouth. The stoic, cold, brute you once knew was now gently soothing your sensitive body.

“Good girl.” Your heart flipped.

“Our little secret, right?” Constantine smirks, trying to lighten the mood. Licking your dry lips, you give him a lazy smile.

“Our little secret,” you reaffirm tiredly.

Fin.

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[yxami]

Wanted to write about an obsessive incubus so why not. I think I’ll write abt him more he’s cool.

GN reader, obsessive incubus idk

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Akira was a popular fellow, always being tagged along by photographers and snuck into your store trying to hide from them. He was popular because he was so captivating, his modeling career was at its peak and it’s been like that for a good time now. The two of you met a month ago when he ran into your shop trying to hide from photographers just like now.

He did love being admired but sometimes he didn’t feel like standing in the heat talking to people who could snap unattractive photos of him. He was very serious about his image. He was nice and charming to everyone. With you, he was the same and slightly more comfortable with you.

The both of you happen to run in a few times with his little escape from the press. He would always come in with an apologetic smile and do the usual routine of hiding behind you or in the break room. He was lucky you owned the shop or else he would’ve been kicked out like any other person. He usually didn’t get any special treatment from you even if he was an idol. And a model with the modeling gigs he did.

Another day of him coming in, this time he wasn’t being chased down by paparazzi. “Hey! Look I made it without being chased by running cameras” He gave you a toothy grin, his two fangs popping out. You always found them cool looking.

“Good job, maybe you’ll find somewhere else to run in instead of my store. You’re lucky I’m closed right now. I was thinking about locking the door but I didn’t end up doing it.”

“Aw, good thing you didn’t. Can you make me a coffee pretty please?” His eyes having a begging look to them, trying to convince you.

You rolled your eyes at his attempt and made his regular sweet coffee. You caught a glimpse of his outfit and thought it looked cute. He saw you glance upon his outfit and took it as an opportunity to show you.

“Do ya like It? I got it in a new fashion store downtown, it’s so cute right?” He looked at you waiting for your approval that you were unaware he so desperately needed.

If you found the outfit ugly he would’ve taken it off and thrown it away as soon as he got home. Didn’t matter how much it cost, he just wanted you to like it.

“Looks cute, I like the baggy look on you.” You complimented. You took the mug that was now filled with coffee. The strong aroma of coffee beans hit the both of your noses.

He was relieved you liked it. It was always hard finding out what type of guy you liked. You never really talked about your type.

You poured in his coffee creamer and decided to make a complimentary heart with it. You knew he was practically gonna burst when he saw it which you thought was funny whenever you gave him things.

You handed it to him over the counter and his eyes dilated so much you thought they looked like two pieces of boba shaped hearts rather than a set of human eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh and he looked up at you embarrassed.

“Thanks, I really like it” He sort of muttered. He took a sip and he had cream right above his lips. You leaned over the counter and signaled him to come close. He set his coffee down and was expecting you to whisper something in his ear.

You wiped it away with your thumb. You thought above teasing him another way as well but decided not to, seeing his red ears.

“thanks” He said nervously. You touched him. He’s not even sure why he’s so tense, or why his heart seems to be beating at an unhealthy rate. His shaky hands brought the white mug to his lips and sipped more of the delicious coffee you made.

He’s bewildered on why he can’t handle your touch. He’s acting like virgin touching a girl for the first time. He almost let his horns and tail appear because he was caught off guard. It’s like he can’t be around you without embarrassing himself. You seemed to find it funny so he was happy.

“So, what are you getting chased about this time? Another model scandal? Or is it perhaps about another song of yours?” You said while going to the front of the store to pull the blinds down and lock the door now that you had the time.

“Uhm.. it’s just about a song I just released. Have you heard it yet?” He cracked a nervous smile at you.

“Ah! no …” You were about to say you did but you recalled you hadn’t because you were too busy with the shop which is what you said. You decided on sitting down in front of him.

“That’s okay! You don’t have to listen to my stupid songs” He seemed to beat himself about the fact he wasn’t good enough for you to make time in your day to listen to him.

“I’ll listen to it when I get home! I promise” You put out your pinkie for his as well. He cheers up and let’s out a giggle before interlocking his pinkie with yours.

“Thanks, I appreciate it” He flashes an endearing smile before getting up.

“Well, I have to go, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah! I’ll be open longer in the night so feel free to pop in”

“I’ll do my best!” He dramatically salutes you like a solider before unlocking and opening the door to see a bunch of flashing lights in his face.

Shit

He slams the glass door immediately.

You thought he was going to break it with the brute force he used. You groaned getting up and locking the door. You weren’t scared to come up to the window because you had already set the blinds down so you didn’t have to worry about a stupid scandal.

You signal him to go to the back room where regular employees were supposed to be. You decided on indulging in his little career of hiding from paparazzi today. Just because you were feeling nice.

He sat down in your office chair that was sat in-front of paper work that you had to do soon. It seemed like the both of you were gonna be there for awhile so you decided to work on those papers.

You sat down on his lap and took a pen out from the drawer, obviously getting ready to finish paper work.

Akira was dumb struck at the fact that YOU were sitting in HIS lap??! He must’ve been blessed by all the gods in the universe.

Why did you randomly sit on his lap? You could’ve asked him to move? Did you like him? His inner thoughts kept running as if they were a little hamster in a wheel.

In reality, there was no other chairs for him to sit on nor you since he decided on taking your chair. So you just sat on his lap, sure it wasn’t appropriate but who cares.

Cameras were off and you controlled them anyways. Plus, it’s not like he was an employee of yours , he was just a friend!

If Akira was a regular person, he would’ve lasted longer, but this was an infatuated incubus we’re talking about. His horns and tail appeared as soon as your thighs touched his and when his realization kicked in, so did his hormones.

What was he supposed to do? His tail wagging at a speed that only a car could go; it kept poking at your waist on accident. You got annoyed of this quickly and grabbed it.

“Can you stop poking at my waist, what do you want?” You looked at the hand that was definitely not a hand, what the fuck was that?

Instead of a hand, it was a tail? Shaped like a heart at the end with a slender base. You shifted yourself and saw his horns and heart shaped eyes. What the hell were you sitting on cause he was NOT a human.

Instead of freaking out and running away. You just kinda looked at him with a confused and annoyed face.

“W-waitwaitwait I know this looks fucking weird but I swear I’m not satan or anything. I’m a…”

“A… what?” You stared more intensely than before. You could tell it made him even more nervous, bulge under you even throbbing more than before.

“A incubus! I’m an incubus!” He quickly said.

“Yeah…. Okay” You squinted, basically glaring with suspicion. You reached and grabbed your phone.

“Mkay, nine.. one.. one..” you whispered.

“Hey hey hey!!! Are you trying to get me arrested or something???” he snatched the phone away from you, pouting.

“Yeah, im putting you in a mental asylum because you’re going crazy, you think you’re some type of demon.”

“I’m a real demon! Don’t you see my horns and tail?” He directed at them, in disbelief that you did not believe him one bit.

You tugged on his tail which earned you a loud moan in the ear. Along with another throb onto the compressed bulge that was being sandwiched in between your thighs. Somehow??? The zipper had unzipped and his boxers could hardly contain the cock that so desperately begged to be let out. You felt like that had to with his interference.

“So it’s actually attached to you?” Still ignoring the raging hard on. You’d discuss about it after the incubus shit.

“yeah! I told you” He practically whimpered his answer; rubbing the part of his tail that you had yanked without thought.

“Sorry, I just wanted to actually see if you were fucking with me or not”

“It’s whatever, It’s a shitty time to find out anyways. I was gonna tell you when I decided it was right” Akira fiddled with his fingers, clearly nervous.

“So, now that we’re done with the incubus talk, never thought I’d say that, what the hell is with unmentioned bulge that’s poking in between my legs???” You point and the horrified embarrassed face he shows, makes you believe he had no clue at all. If he did, he wouldn’t have so sheepishly press it back into his pants, zipping it up as well.

You were unsure about this whole situation, you hadn’t even believe in those sort of demons, but you decided to try and be calm of everything. You didn’t want to be rude after all, he was a friend.

You got off his lap and walked to the front of the store. You moved a blind to see if any paparazzi were still there.

He was very saddened to feel the warm presence of your body leaving quickly after everything was spoken about. He wished you had stayed even a little bit longer.

“It’s clear, are you ready to go?” You yelled at him from across the store. He got up, meeting up with you at the door and looked like he didn’t wanted to leave.

“Yeah.. I suppose” he sighed.

“What? Do you want me to keep you in my store forever?”

“Yeah! You’ll really let me stay??” His tail wagging at the same pace his excited tone showed.

“No”

“Awh..”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#incubus #obsession #gn reader #yandere #idk man #pls request #yandere x you #feeling spicy #a lil treat #male model #male idols #akiramyoc

[gothhabiba]

a lot of places just want you to have A Degree which the claim is that it proves you have the ability to pick something + stick to it + stay on top of assignments and manage your time etc (tags left on this post about academia as a class barrier, via @seveneyesoup)

this is putting me in mind of the idea of the "accomplished" gentlewoman in 18th & 19th-century England: how a woman, to be worthy of installment in a heterosexual marriage as the mistress of a home, manager of servants, refuge for her husband (depending on the source of his money) from the harsh world of capital, & instiller of virtue in children, must herself demonstrate virtue and aptitude for certain tasks by collecting a train of accomplishments well before the time when she is no longer of marriagable age (say, mid-to-late twenties).

sometimes there is a direct link posited between the accomplishments she is meant to be obtaining and her ability to make a man a good wife (playing at the pianoforte means she may amuse him); sometimes the link is a bit less direct (maybe he'll like being surrounded by prettily designed tables and painted screens? given the Victorian moralisation of aesthetics & domestic decoration that could make sense); sometimes the reasoning is a bit circular (she may teach her daughters feminine accomplishments and thus enable them to make good wives); sometimes it's hypothesised that the point of all of this is to demonstrate genteel idleness ("look how much time I have to do things that are neither earning money nor immediately necessary to the running of the household").

but, though certain accomplishments were considered necessary for decades together (European languages, pianoforte playing or perhaps the harp, dancing), others (designing tables, netting purses, painting screens) went in and out of fashion, or even through what you might call fads. I remember reading one man in particular complain about how ugly Berlin wirework (a type of needlepoint / embroidery done on a wire frame) was, and how he hoped women would soon tire of it.

so sometimes the point of gaining an accomplishment when it may be considered very dated by the time you have daughters of an age to be taught anything is considered to be demonstrating an aptitude for things-doing, in general. shewing that you are patient, dedicated, quiet, good at managing time and exacting self-discipline, content to stay at home, capable of applying sustained concentration and physical effort to a task (that does not produce money and that, if it is 'fancy' work, may not produce anything necessary at all)...

these are the qualities, supposedly, that enable a woman to do the administrative & planning tasks required to run a household, emotionally support and/or submit to her husband, &c. 'moral' discipline is also necessary to the maintenance of the family as the unit of social reproduction along the lines of inheritance (that is, you want to marry a virginal woman to ensure that your children are 'yours').

& of course this is all economic—making oneself erotically desirable to a man of the appropriate class is the only way to preserve or advance one's rank / class status if one is not independently wealthy (or possessing of a sibling or something willing to support you).

this sort of pre-conditioning reminds me of the amount of social / military &c. disciplining that is required for a proper 'workforce' to be created (proletarianisation); a population must be broken of habits including a tendency to rest—to do things at unpredictable or inconvenient (for the owning class) times—to consult an almanac rather than a clock in deciding whether and when to go to work—or to fuck off for a while with no notice to go do seasonal work—if they are to be a viable source of factory labour.

so the idea of pre-disciplining—of a certain attitude towards time, labour, the self, and society being inculcated in people in order to suit them for a specific type of labour—as well as the idea of 'self-discipline' being a sort of muscle that disciplining the self can train, and whose strength can then be put to performing other tasks than the ones that first exercised it—is a common thread that runs through these different situations.

I think a full analysis of this would also have to explore the tension between the above 'self-discipline' and the mythicisation of the idleness of the Victorian bourgeois housewife (even as many of them really did perform many tasks around the home), as well as the tension between the supposed Very Extra Importance and Busy-ness and the actual lack of a time-discipline of the sorts of sinecures that having the right university degrees + knowing the right people can get you.

#this also leaves out a lot of other kinds of labour including forced labour #but I'm not trying to be exhaustive here #long post / #women's labour #Victorian

[symphonyofsilence]

I think we as a society are really sleeping on Mu Qing canonically showing up in his believers' dreams, not to extend a helping hand or be inspirational or anything, but explicitly to tell them that he is, in fact, a snack, and is severely displeased by how they've deyassifisd him in his temple. Take a good look and try again.

Like... how many of these incidents must have occurred for different sculptors for people to believe that yes, Xuan Zhen Jun does actually visit people's dreams with the sole purpose of flexing his pretty face, silky hair & killer fashion sense? Were the sculptors like "Yeah, OK, well, now that your distinguished self is here, about the earthquake I prayed to you about..."? Did people start to purposely make ugly godly statues of him to get the chance to meet General Xuan Zhen in person? Were there some who actually felt disappointed or underwhelmed when they saw that the Hulk they've made in their mind of the martial god who effortlessly carries a giant, 274cm zhanmadao is actually a delicate, pretty boy and thus got the SY meeting LQG for the first time experience? And what did the 3 tumors think about this whole thing?

Anyways what matters is that like how there are people that say that Virgin Mary has appeared to them in a dream and she has, IDK, smiled at them or told them to take heart and spread kindness or whatever, in tgcf canonically there are people who can claim that "General Xuan Zhen once appeared to me in a dream... to show me how pretty he is."

#he's so petty I love him so much!<3 #tgcf #hob #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #mu qing #xuan zhen #my two cents

[isiscelestia]

Claire Nakti’s Punarvasu YouTube Video and The Themes I Relate To:

Background: Natal Punarvasu (Gemini) moon in the 12th House

-Isolation/privacy: Growing up I isolated myself so much because I experienced a lot of people around me and close to me trying to breach my privacy. I’m extremely comfortable in isolation even though my past experiences have driven me to this point. I use isolation to regroup myself, to think to myself, my time alone is very important to me. I become a b**** when I don’t get my alone time😂. I also had many people around me calling me sneaky because of how private I was.

-Outcast: As a child my peers were not so fond of me. I was overweight so I did experience a lot of fatphobia (I’m over it now, kids are just mean😭) and my personality just didn’t take well to everyone. I experienced a lot of unnecessary vitriol and was left out of many things, which is why today the friends I make personality’s matter to me the most + how they think.

-Protectiveness: I still made friends as a child while being an outcast, which made me very protective of them. I am extremely protective over the people closest to me because I feel like the ones who truly accept deserve all my loyalty.

-Roses: I love flowers but I never understand why I had such an affinity for roses. I even plan on growing my own roses to make my own rose water (I use it in my skin routine). At my old apartment, I always kept roses and told my girlfriend to only buy me roses because that is how much I love them.

-Room abundance: I love spacious areas/rooms whether it was my local library, a dance studio, or even a big stage. While apartment searching I always wanted a spacious living room and bedroom. I spend a lot of my time outside when I’m feeling down because the openness of nature calms me. Another place that calms me is the beach because I’ve always loved looking at the vastness of the ocean and swimming in it.

-Virginity: I’m mainly getting into this because I am also an Ashlesha Ascendant, but virginity has played a big theme during my school years. I was a naive child who also learned about sex education later than my peers did, but I still knew that it was a big thing (especially as a girl and the societal pressure dealing with it). Before I even started having sex a lot of my peers talked about my sex life (not knowing it was non existent) just because of how my body was shaped. I developed earlier/faster than many of the girls my age and it brought a lot of slut shaming. When I got with my first boyfriend and eventually started having sex, so many people I didn’t even know or was close to were repeatedly asking us if I was having sex with him and if he took my virginity. We weren’t giving them answers and it got to the point where people were even asking my friends.

-Music/Creativity: Claire spoke on Punarvasu’s having an affinity for music and being creative. All of my hobbies surround the arts and my creativity. I played 2 instruments as a child and I have a deep love for music today. I also dance, draw (mainly fashion sketches because I plan on learning how to sew), and I’m a writer. My creativity is a HUGE part of my identity and it always has been.

I know on Twitter there was some drama about Claire Nakti calling Punarvasu “ugly” but I truly feel like she was talking about how society could view a person. I see it as someone not being seen as conventionally attractive and how the world treats them because of it. Inner beauty plays a big role in the life of a Punarvasu.

#punarvasu #ashlesha #vedic astrology #claire nakti #youtube #astrology

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Hello! Hope you all are doing well! I hope I’m not confusing this fic for another fandom again, but I was reading the extras and the Yunmeng extra with the ring toss reminded me of a scene in a fic where something like that happened, I think LWJ even went beyond the “boundaries” so to speak?(like there was an area cordoned off with rope) He basically did the ring toss in an even more spectacular fashion than WWX. Wondering if that reminds you of any fics? @betafibiiiiiivviiixiiixxixxxiv

FOUND? 🧡 a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 179k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage) it has the ring toss and LWJ throwing a ring around WWX

ps: on that topic, can't stop myself from a small rec of a short funny fic. WangXian troll the jrs with the turtle figurine they won: The Turtle in the Lanshi by Brierilee (G, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, POV LJY)

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2. looking for a wangxian fic on ao3 where a non-canon character, I think a disciple from another small clan, comes to Gusu and declares his intention to court LWJ. WWX is also living at Gusu at the time. They sorta compete to court LWJ and of course WWX wins and the disciple gracefully gives up. @whaleyou

FOUND! The Proposal by LFMH021 (T, 93k, WangXian, One-sided LWJ/OMC, Post-Canon, Mutual Pining, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Courtship, WWX denying his feelings until he can't, LWJ and WWX are dumb idiots in love, Love Triangles, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Light Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort)

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3.  Hi! I’m looking for this wangxian fic either rated M or E where it was discontinued (the author decided not to write anymore but keep what was already there). Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji dual cultivate together so wwx can develop a golden core. The exact words being like “lwj fxcks a golden core into wwx.”

(this part added to itmf)

Thank you so much for your page! I love your recommendations

NOT FOUND! Truth Will Out (when caught on video) by KizuKatana (E, 41k, WIP, WangXian, WN & WWX & WQ, Canon Divergence, Modern Cultivators, YZY abuses WWX, WWX is expelled from the Jiang Sect, partial core removal, meet ugly, Dual Cultivation, WWX goes viral, LWJ has a Big Dick, no war) KizuKatana's "Truth Will Out (When Caught on Video)" is not discontinued, just not complete yet, but it does use that phrasing for a tag.

NOT FOUND! intents and in tents by mexicantt (E, 12k, WangXian, Explicit sexual material, Canon Divergence - War Time, Dubious Consent, two fucking idiots fucking a fucking lot, Rimming, Fingering, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, wwx's canonical self-lubing asshole, Dual Cultivation, fucking a new golden core into wwx As A Treat, Exhibitionism) it's a one shot but it still has the right tag?

NOT FOUND! A Cup of Tea by Silvers_Hidden_Corner (Silver_Flame_2724) (E, 4k, WangXian, Dubious Consent, Aphrodisiacs, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, First Time, Consensual Somnophilia, Sort Of, YLLZ WWX, Face-Fucking, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Golden Core Reveal, Dual Cultivation, WWX Has a New Golden Core, well the beginnings of one, because LWJ fucks one into him, Flustered WWX, Dirty Talk, just a little though, Protective WQ, (implied), Communication, Love Confessions, Virginity Kink) Also, another one shot with the right tag for 3

FOUND! i had to abandon myself (you took all of me) by justdoityoufucker (E, 27k, wangxian, discontinued, canon divergence, burial mounds settlement days, philosophy, demonic cultivation, illness, chronic pain, politics, dual cultivation, LWJ fucks a core into WWX) Number 3 on the most recent fic post is most likely a fic by justdoityoufucker. longer fic in which Lan Wangji dual cultivates a new core with Wei Wuxian, first on hiatus, then abandoned.

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4. Hi! I've been looking for a fanfiction where wwx time traveled in the past but he didn't know and he just woke up in lotus pier and he roamed around for a bit and noticed a crack or something on the floor which wasn't there before because lotus pier was renovated and then jiang cheng called him and the he hugged him cause apparently he died in a night hunt and i can't remember the next. Can you help me find it? Thank you

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5. Hello, I'm looking for a wangxian fic in A-Yuan's POV where Wen Xu is WWX's abusive ex-husband IIRC and in the story Wen Xu was just released from prison and he hurt WWX. I also remember a bit where WWX's pronoun was they/them. Sorry that's all I remember about it T_T. @ksoostrauma

FOUND? how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)

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6. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where basically everything is the same, but Wei Wuxian was a ghost for the thirteen/ sixteen years and he remembers being kinda tortured by the other ghosts (Wen Chao and gang), but the Wen Remnants protect him (Wen Qing specifically, I remember). And Lan Wangji finds out about this during the Guanyin temple showdown because Jin Guangyao knows about it and talks about why Wei Wuxian doesn't talk about those thirteen/ sixteen years with anyone. Thank you for your amazing work on this blog! @istgidek1234

FOUND! whispers of a time (long forgotten) by theninjacat (T, 2k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon Divergence, Revelations, Mid-Canon, Angst)

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7. hello again! looking for a fic where in one scene i believe a-yuan or maybe it was jin ling was with i think wwx and lwj and wwx had alcohol. a-yuan/jin ling was a toddler or something and was learning how to pour tea/wine, and wwx told them that to pour wine you had to pour all the way to the brim and then let them try a little knowing they wouldn't like it @betafibiiiiiivviiixiiixxixxxiv

FOUND! Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 64k, JL & WWX, wangxian, post-canon, protective WWX, protective JL, JC & WWX reconciliation, reluctant matchmaker JL, pre-JL/LJY) For #7: are you sure it wasn't Jin Ling the one teaching a child how to pour? Because there's a scene exactly like that in Rotten Work, chapter 6 | the scene is with jin ling but he is having mianmian’s daughter pour wine for him and jingyi. but it has the detail of filling the cup all the way to the top and he lets her have a sip when she asks because he knows she won’t like it

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8. Hello! Can you please help me find this series?

It's a dark WWX and dark Nie fic. JFM, CSR & WCZ are in a relationship. Jiangs are sirens. Nies are beasts (i think wolves?) CSR likes to kill people. WCZ is also something like this? In a fic of the series QHJ is described using songbird as a metaphor. WWX is a mix of JFM, CSR & WCZ because they did an ancient BSSR secret ritual or something. @utxqia

FOUND! Monster in Human Skin Series by Nika_Raven_Celeste (T/M, 20k, WCZ/CSSR/JFM, NiecestXu, QHJ/WWX, WRH/WWX, Dark Jiāngs, dark au, grey morality, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Happy Murder Family, Dehumanization, Dark NHS, Dark NMJ, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-human characters, Morally Gray WWX, Gūsū Lán Elders Bashing, Dark Gūsū Lán Sect, Solitary Confinement, Touch-Starved, Gaslighting, Victim Blaming, Mental Health Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Mind Break, Mental Coercion, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Age Difference, no WangXian, Literal monster in human skin, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Imprisonment, Mind Manipulation, Verbal Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Incest, Stockholm Syndrome, Power Imbalance, Captivity, spoil of war, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Conditioning, Master/Pet, Fairytale elements, Eldritch)

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9. Hi I follow your blog it's been a very great source of amazing wangxian fics , I need help finding a fic . One where lan zhan takes Jiang yanil's place and he gets stabbed instead . Wei Ying doesn't notice for a while but when he does he gives himself up to he disciplined at cloud recess thinking that he's the reason lan wangi is dead but in reality he's alive and being hidden by his brother somewhere . Please help I can't get it off my mind 😭 @b-rabbitsposts

FOUND? If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, NMJ/LXC, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, canon divergence, role reversal, not everyone dies, pining, angst w happy ending, grief/mourning, loss, YLLZ WWX, hurt/comfort, healing, slow burn, twin prides of yunmeng dynamics)

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10. Fic Finder: The story has WWX wheelchair-bound (because his legs are weak from his days being a street orphan) he eventually makes himself some cool mech legs (inspiration from past Jiang elders, in this story the Jiangs have a lot of disabled leaders. I remember there's a blind elder using war fans and another using something similar like an assassination chord, another also lost their fingers/limbs thus made themselves mechparts). I know i said mech a lot but it's not mech, i remember the story said it's made of wood or something else.

Xue Yang is also in the family as WWX's brother/guide/bodyguard and they went to CR for the teachings, the Biling Lake still happens and WWX (like a true diver he is) went for a swim and his mech legs kinda absorbs the resentful energy? The details were that his mech legs has glowing yellow runes, and it turned red after that incident.

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11. Hi! Love your blog, thanks for your hard work! I've been looking for a fic (I think it was on AO3) in which LWJ was an art conservator and WWX started working at the same museum, years after they broke up (I think they were together during college?). They pretend not to recognise each other at the beginning. Towards the end WWX gets injured at work. Could you please help me find it? @blippity-bloop​

FOUND? Pretty sure this one is 💖 Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, art conservation, museums, pining, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending, misunderstandings, smut, major character injury, hospitalization, hurt/comfort, past incarceration, forgery)

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12. hello! for the next Fic Finder, I have been looking for a while for a fic in which Wei Wuxian is reincarnated in Qin Su's body and he is also pregnant when he is brought back, I know there's a couple like that but I can not find them. I need help :(

FOUND? Everyanything by deliciousblizzardshark, lingeringdust (E, 46k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Franken-canon, Gender Identity, Gender Dysphoria, Trans WWX, Protective LWJ, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Canon-Typical Misogyny, Fluff and Angst, Vaginal Sex, Canon-Typical Major Character Death) WWX isn't pregnant when he comes back, but the birth happened soon before Qin Su did the ritual

FOUND? So You Want to Start a War by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 41k, WIP, MY/QS, MY/WWX, WangXian, Reincarnation, Half-Sibling Incest Mention!, QS does the ritual instead of MXY, WWX as a woman, MY Is His Own Warning, Canon Divergence, Impersonation, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Please check the notes before reading a chapter, Timeline What Timeline, WWX Has PTSD)

FOUND? QinSu!WWX by stiltonbasket

@shanastoryteller has one that is not 12 but along similar lines. It’s on tumblr tho

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13. hello great mods. i come in need again. this time it's a fic where lwj takes a hit for wwx and is dying so wwx jams the tiger seal into his chest to stop the bleeding or smth. i love y'all so much for all that you do ♥️

FOUND! A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, canon divergence, slow burn, getting together, pining while fucking, first time, Burial Mounds settlement days, angst w happy ending, almost everyone lives, epistolary)

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14. Hello, I'm looking for a fic where at the beginning of the story LZ met WWX and Wen Yuan in yiling then they came to Burial Mounds because Wen Ning is waking up and WWX got injured by Wen Ning and i believe he was paralyzed from waist down. Then, when JC and JY met up with him to show her wedding dress, he was in a cart being pushed by WN. WWX didn't get to attend Jin Ling one month anniversary but sent Wen Yuan with Song Lan instead and gave him a letter to be read in the gathering. When SL delivered the letter, WY woke up and saw lanling clothes (gold) around/near him he started crying hysterical and called for LZ. WY was telling eveyone that he is Wei Yuan and he told LZ that WWX said his goodbye to him like his parents and sister and LZ realize that what Wei Yuan meant is he is dead when JY and JZ read the letter of WWX exposing the truth and saying goodbye. JGY showed everyone that what WWX said is true and exposed Jin Clans' true colors to appeal his wrongdoings, and there's a scene in the underground where he called XY with his pipa and when he discovered JGY betrayed him he told eveyone they are too late and WWX is dead. They went to Burial Mounds and saw the truth of Dafan Wen situation and realized that they did wrong them and WQ was almost in coma due to trying to save wwx. I remember later on wei yuan lived with LZ and they tried bringing back Wwx but because of his shattered soul they are having difficulty. LZ and Wen Qing became Chief Cultivators and i believed WQ also married JC. The rest of Dafan Wen lived in Lotus Pier except for Wei Yuan and as punishment for JGY he had to help them bring back WWX. I cannot remember the title of the Fic and i think the author deleted the story in Ao3. I really want to reread this fic whether it's finished or not. @aycee0806

FOUND! bluekittenfire said: #14 is the deleted "When I'm gone" by qiankun_pouch. I have a copy, if you need one.

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15. I just read "After All I Drift Ashore" (wip) and now I'm looking for ANOTHER fic I remember reading last year where WWX gives the Tiger Seal to the sects and runs away with the Wen Remnants. But instead of Indonesia/south, they had north somewhere? I'm pretty sure LZ finds them eventually, and I think maybe the Jianghu was also in trouble from Jin tyranny? I'm hoping the fic finders find this fic... Thank you so much! @mreisse

#15 is not it, but oh, what a find! Subscribing to that one indeed! I'm almost certain WWX took the Wen Remnants northward and that the Tiger Seal was given to the sects before they ran...

NOT FOUND! Debts to be repaid by marhikit (T, 6k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, good friend NHS, hurt WWX, not cultivation world friendly, not Jiang family friendly, dafan wen is WWX 's family now, Wen Yuan is WWX's son, good uncle WWX, WIP)

FOUND! When the World Comes Crumbling Down, you Will Call my Name by pft_a_Frog22 (Not Rated, 5k, WangXian, stygian tiger seal, BAMF WWX, Demonic cultivation, Cultivation world Bashing, Lan Sect Bashing, Happy Ending, for wwx, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Canon Divergence)

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16. Hello! Thank you for all that you do! I was hoping for help looking for two fits.

A) WWX was married(?) to WRH but it was from NMJ's pov. WWX helped the SSC secretly, but still thought he would be killed.

B) one where LQR time travels and he tries to set up WWX and LWJ. Sorry I don't remember much I exited out before I could read much. I do know that LQR tried to set them up bc he wanted a grandchild

Thank you!

16B)

FOUND? Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) 

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17. Hello. I can’t remember what is the title of the fanfic that I had read.

I remember some parts such as it being a MDZS and TGCF crossover. It is where Wei Ying died from the siege. He ends up meeting with HuaLian couple and works for them. He somehow meets with Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli along with Jin Zixuan. Later on Wei Ying meets Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng in the forms of dreams separately. Then Wei Ying along with Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan meets up with Jiang Cheng in a dream taking care of Jin Ling. Later on they solve conspiracies and somehow bring cultivators of different clans to some void with doors that shows the punishments for people’s sins after they die and it scared the cultivators so bad that they are afraid for their lives/afterlives. The almost ending part is when Meng Yao decides to pay for his sins by being a wondering monk and do good deeds.

I think that is all I could remember. Please help me find this. @sakurashineuniverse-blog

FOUND? Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, wangxian, major character death, rape/non-con, underage, graphic depictions of violence, canon divergence, slow burn, canonical character death, god WWX, BAMF WWX, gods & goddesses au, JC & WWX reconciliation, rabbits, Fix-it, attempted sexual assault, attempted rape/non-con, blood & gore, castration, punishment, hell)

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18. hiiii i’ve been looking for a fic i believe it was omegaverse but im not completely sure

all i remember was that wei ying was betrothed to JC but then their engagement was dissolved and eventually wangxian got engaged

i remember there was a scene in which wei ying was staying at lotus pier and jiang cheng and madame yu try to burn wei ying alive because they don’t like that he got engaged to someone else.

thank u for all ur help🫶🏼

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19. Hi! There's a fic I know I've read but I can't seem to find and I'm hoping you can help? It's a twoshot where Lan Wangji dies from his punishment and when Wei Wuxian finds out after coming back to life he goes to destroy Cloud Recesses but is convinced not to by Sizhui and they leave together. Then in the second chapter they're found by Lan Wangji who's been reincarnated the old fashioned way (it's a few years later I think) and they live happily ever after @aro-ace-from-outer-space22

FOUND? The Second Siege of Cloud Recesses by Cerusee (G, 4k, wangxian, WN & WWX, LSZ & WWX, major character death, LWJ dies, pining, regret, YLLZ WWX) #19 is probably The Second Siege of Cloud Recesses by Cerusee although LWJ's reincarnation is mentioned in the author's notes, not in the story itself

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20. Hello there, sorry to bother all of you again, but I'm searching for this one fic

It's set in modern time. So it tells the story of like WY was in a abusive relationship with someone who's older than him and he got out of it.

The story begins like how he was jn the hospital because of it. Lan xichen was his doctor. And i remember that he was admitted because he was hit with a wine bottle i think.

In the story WY was like not allowed to go outside of his abusive boyfriend apartment and there's a little bit grooming.

And this boyfriend was JYL friend, he's an original character i think.

And the story continues with the recovery and there's this scene where Su She grab his hand at a supermarket? and it reminded him of his ex and i think he panicked.

If you can help me I'll be really happy. Thank you @lil-dusty-rose

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

[scoobydoomidnightblue]

The It miniseries being forced to have to censor its gay by having Eddie come out as a “virgin” and then having Richie make some repressed little I-grew-up-in-the-50s-and-must-boast-my-heterosexuality comment but still going super hard and:

Having Richie and Eddie almost leave Derry in one car. Together.

Have Richie literally take Eddie’s body out of the sewers (he’s alive-coded, I’ll prove it another time, I’m too tired rn) and Mike say at the end that Richie’s working with some guy “who everyone would say looks a lot like Eddie Kaspbrak.”

Have Sonia Kaspbrak further queer-code Eddie by forcing him “not to shower with the other boys” in case he gets sick. (This part was set in the 50s but the film came out in 1990 so it’s very easy to tie that to AIDS)

Having some “coworker” who seems boyfriend-coded pick angry little spaghetti-head up from Sonia’s to drive him to the train station and then just wait there as it pulls away like a lover watching his partner leave to go to his death

Make Eds the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen in your life. (Okay that’s not really GAY but he’s just so adorable)

Baby ⬆️

And of course, while the five remaining/able losers are down in the sewers as adults having Reddie mirrored with Benverly, the canon couple, in almost every shot.

(With Bill in the front as the leader because his ponytail gives him power I guess. At least he’s not bald like in the book. What the hell was the point of making him bald Stephen King. I don’t even care about bill to begin with, don’t make him worse!)

And then there’s whatever Bill and Mike got going on. Just fruity my boys…

✨ 🍉 🍎 🍌 ✨

Plus a bit of villain queering (with the “kiss me fat boy” scene, it’s Tim Curry, literal Dr. Frank N Furter, they knew what they were doing), which I don’t think I have to explain why that can be harmful.

Also they give Eddie, our main queer-coded blond-haired beauty a very fun fashion sense. He’s got a color palate and some fun sweatervests. He also gets to make fun of Richie’s strange shirt-thing. I wish he got to make fun of the mustache, like, Harry Andersen was great but that mustache was so ugly.

Anyway, goodnight Tumblr. I am deep into my many It-thoughts again.

#it #it miniseries #stephen king’s it #it 1990 #losers #losers club #Reddie #queercoding #Richie Tozier #eddie kaspbrak #dennis christopher #Harry Andersen #benverly #bill denbrough #pennywise #tim curry #I will go back in time or to the universe of the film and just shave that mustache right off of Richie’s face #I don’t like the mustache #eddie should just laugh at him until he shaves it #eddie spaghetti #spaghetti head #I’m DEEP in my miniseries feels #THREE posts about it what is going on #I need to sleep #like there must’ve been some gay working bts on this movie #just needing to get in all the gay #and whoever made Eddie the lil blond twink he is in this film I love you #thank you casting director

[mellonyheart]

This is the last thing I'm gonna post about this. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I just want to go back to obsessing over Mammon and maybe write the two fic ideas I have for him.

Seriously though, I wanna write about taking Nightbringer Mammon's virginity and having fan kids and figuring out how to tell the rest of the cast that I ran off with Mammon to Vegas and got married. I ain't got no time for the old man right now.

Okay so "plain" I can understand (but also not really because he looks great and I hate it) but "ugly"?! No. I can't accept that.

There are so many questionable outfits in this game that could reasonably be called ugly even if they have some unique charm to them. I mean have you seen Satan's demon form? Or his human world outfit? The heck was he thinking with that scarf?! Some of the animal costumes are seriously weird too....

But this?

Nah uh. This is pristine and crisp and frankly lovely. This isn't the opinion of someone who's biased either. I can't stand looking at him. If I never had to see his face again it would be too soon. This is not a bit. I'm not secretly in love with him. Nor has the extra screen time he gets Nightbringer swayed me toward him. If anything I like him less and trust him less than ever. Yet I have to admit he looks good in this outfit.

Finally I really can't understand why so many have said that pink doesn't suit him. Lust is his attributed sin. Lust is represented by pink. He has always been associated with pink. It's on the frame of both his UR chapter A cards. He is literally surrounded by pink here.

What's more, blue is not his color. He's actually represented by oil slick chrome or silvery rainbow. Likely to represent that he's human and capable of all sins and virtues. I don't get where folks are getting the idea that pink doesn't work for him when he's been associated with pink from the start!

We had better not be hatein' on pink by the way. Feel how you want about fashion but no pink hate.

Conclusion: Solomon's carnival outfit looks amazing and if you can't see that than... good. I'm horribly jealous that of you and wish I hated it too.

#I don't even know how I should tag this #So I'm just gonna release it into the wild and see how things turn out #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer

[bridenore]

HD older fic recs : post OOTP

Here are a few recs for older fics that were written between Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince came out. Posted in alphabetical, order as always.

Beyond Wild Moor and Fen by furiosity [58k]

In the summer before Harry Potter’s sixth year at Hogwarts, something  relatively inconsequential causes him to wonder if he’d been barking up  the wrong tree the whole time, as far as girls went. As the year  progresses – amongst activities geared towards house unity, nefarious  Slytherin plots, and dealing with the loss of loved ones – Harry begins  to wonder if perhaps giving people a chance isn’t so scary, after all.  What does all that have to do with Draco Malfoy? Why, everything, of  course.

Disintegrate  by RurouniHime [3k]

Draco has it all figured out: what he wants, what he needs. But some things are meant to be overturned…

Eclipse by Mijan [287k]

"You're dead, Potter... I'm going to make you pay..."

Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

Inevitable by taradiane [3k]

Ginny got exactly what she wanted when she married Harry…didn’t she?

Left My Heart by @emmagrant01 [85k]

Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him. (Post-Hogwarts, set in February, 2004. Written before Half-Blood Prince was released.)

Surrender the Grey by @emmagrant01 [151k]

Draco Malfoy returns to London after five years of self-imposed exile to start a new life with Harry. But will the secrets of the past destroy everything they’ve worked for?  Sequel to “Left My Heart”

Objects of Desire by Azrael Geffen [400k+]

The dream team sign a magical contract promising to lose their virginities within the year, they soon fix on the objects of their desires, but will the bitterness left in the wake of the war prove too hurtful for love to exist?

On the Last Day of Our World by Sansa [84k]

During a detention, Harry and Draco get locked in a strange room together overnight. When they escape the next morning, they discover they are alone. Love, angst and adventure abound as they struggle to survive in an empty world.

Per Solum Lacuna: By Words Alone by Azhure [560k]

A set of enchanted journals bring solace to two very unlikely lost   souls. Whoever said the art of penmanship was lost? This is a wizarding twist on the old fashioned art of correspondence (or the modern art of Internet chatting). What will happen when the mystery writers finally   discover the identity of their counterpart? Join this star crossed pair as they obliviously chat to each other; along the way learning about   life and love. Find out what will happen when their own voyages of self discovery lead them to the most unlikely of places. This is eventual   HP/DM, but other pairings for the protagonists along their journey.

Tempus Fugit by Poison Pen [90k+]

A monumental cock-up in Potions means that Harry and Draco have more to contend with than mutual enmity. A journey of discovery, self-reflection and love.

A Thousand Beautiful Things by geoviki [104k]

Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

Delicate Sound of Thunder by geoviki [61k]

Draco Malfoy has always known that happily ever after is only true for fairy tales.  When someone threatens to expose his wartime past, he risks his life to protect his secrets, but learns he’s not the only one with something to hide. The sequel to A Thousand Beautiful Things.

Tomorrow by @novembersnowflakes [4k]

For Harry and Draco, the dawn is long in coming. (Prequel to “Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow”)

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by @novembersnowflakes [57k]

When the long-missing Draco Malfoy turns up at a Ministry field hospital with amnesia, bitter Auror Harry Potter must confront the shadows of  their shared past to shed light on a potentially deadly mystery.

Daybreak by @novembersnowflakes [5k]

Harry Potter, Draco knows, has a habit of keeping his promises. (Coda to “Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow”)

The Way of the World by zionsstarfish [5k]

Draco (barely) makes a living as delivery boy. His last parcel for the day is for Mr. Harry Pot–

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs

[englishmoribund]

The Enigmatic Grimalkin: Unveiling the Esoteric Significance of a Feline Figurine

Have you ever heard of the word "grimalkin"? This word, which is not commonly used today, has a long and fascinating history in the English language. In this blog post, we will explore the origins of grimalkin, its usage in literature, its etymology, and its figurative and literal definitions.

History and Usage:

Grimalkin is an old-fashioned term for a female cat, especially an old or ill-tempered one. The word is not often used in modern English, but it has a long history of use in literature, particularly in poetry and folklore.

For example, in Shakespeare's "Macbeth," one of the witches refers to her familiar, a cat named Graymalkin. Similarly, in the English nursery rhyme "Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat," the titular feline is sometimes called a "grimalkin." Other notable uses of the term include Edgar Allan Poe's "The Black Cat" and Beatrix Potter's "The Tale of Ginger and Pickles."

Etymology:

The etymology of grimalkin is somewhat unclear, but it is believed to come from two words in Middle English: "grim," meaning fierce or cruel, and "malkin," a diminutive form of the name "Mary." The latter is thought to have been a common name for female cats in the Middle Ages, possibly due to the association of cats with the Virgin Mary.

Figurative and Literal Definitions:

In addition to its literal definition as an old or ill-tempered female cat, grimalkin has taken on several figurative meanings over the years. It can be used to describe a woman who is old, ugly, or unpleasant, particularly in appearance or demeanor. For example, "Mrs. Norris was a grimalkin of a woman, with a sour expression and a sharp tongue."

Grimalkin can also be used to describe a person who is cunning, sly, or sneaky, particularly in a negative sense. This usage is often associated with the idea of a witch's familiar, a supernatural being in the form of a cat that helps a witch carry out her magic.

In conclusion, the word grimalkin is a fascinating example of how language can evolve over time. While it is not commonly used today, it has a rich history in literature and folklore, and its figurative meanings continue to resonate with modern audiences. Whether referring to a cantankerous old cat or a shrewd and crafty person, grimalkin remains a powerful and evocative term in the English language.

#Grimalkin #LiteraryTerms #CatLovers #Folklore #Shakespeare #EdgarAllanPoe #BeatrixPotter #FigurativeLanguage #Etymology #LanguageEvolution #Uncommon Words #English Vocabulary #English Vocab #Vocabulary #Moribund Institute #MorEnglish #EnglishMoribundInstitute #English Moribund #Moribund English #ChatGPT #Midjourney

[archangelmag]

The message archangel: Why Virgin Suicides still resonating?

Why Virgin Suicides still resonating?

If you're have been around enough on internet or you're a pop-culture enthusiast; the novel Virgin Suicides will not be unknown for you.

The Jeffrey Eugenide’s novel is astute, sensitive, romantic and also a real portrait of teenage suicide. The first publication was in April 1st, 1993. The modern classic, narrates the story of the five Lisbon sisters, living the suburban life in Michigan during the 1970's. Their life was surrounded by the fundamentalist religious beliefs of their mother, that increasingly keeps the girls in isolation. The results, as the title of the book suggests is the suicide of the five girls. The story is all narrated by a couple of boys – also neighbors of the girls – who remain fascinated with the tragedy throughout the decades, maintaining the attempt to figure out what lead them to end their life at a young age.

In 1999, the novel is immortalized in a ethereal film directed by Sofia Coppola, soundtracked by Air.

A "not-so-fun" fact is that in 2000, Paramount gave a limited release to the movie, due the fear of encourage "teen suicide".

It's interesting how the popularity of this novel never decreased. Back in 2013/2014 tumblr, the quotes and the aesthetic was getting the teen-alt girls in their core, since many elements, fashion or moody, were in sync with Lana del Rey's music as much with Air music, which is really close to the "coquette" subculture we got nowadays. More recently, in 2021, Marc Jacobs released a collection dedicated to Virgin Suicides under Heavn. On tiktok, videos tagging Lux Lisbon have over 800 million views. And not staying under the ethereal aesthetic taken from the movie, the book still selling great: the title sold over £ 345,000 in 2022, also, still gaining more traction and attention due booktok niche on Tik Tok.

Here, we're taken to the main reasons to why this novel still resonates to young girls over the last thirty years:  the pains of girlhood factor. One of the opening quotes that meet generations of girls and thrills minds is when Cecilia, after be dismissed by a doctor saying that she's is not old enough to have serious mental issues, prompt says: “Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.” 

Personally, I first watch this movie when I was 12 years old. I was struggling with body dysmorphia, that led me into a depression that I've been fighting viscerally for years. Also, I grew up in a christian-evangelical family. My parents are preachers and when you're the oldest daughter, the community tend to lock you in a world that ain't built for you to feel good, instead, is built to explore you to the core. Many, many times I found myself alone in my parents house, just like the Lisbon girls, full of the desire of just be and just live but rules that we never signed were put on our realities, causing us pain and much other damages.

However, it's different when you read the novel or watch the film at age 12, and when you re-watch at 18 or in your 20's.

Girlhood is complex. And Jeffrey Eugenides recognized it. In his writing, he could acknowledge how complex, dark, and sorrowful a young woman’s inner mental life could be. It didn’t glorify it, it didn’t brush it off — it just captured it, it respected it, and gave it the room to exist how it really is.

Many adults see the pains of girlhood as an "failed attempt in seek for attention". So, many people make fun of it, put nonsensical rules,  tend to shame and ridicule girls. The identification with the narrative only shows that we all should see more girlhood as a topic, with it’s ugliness and beauty. Virgin Suicides speaks with women in a language that understand without hiding from the horror of suicide, capturing the mundanes of depression without core-romanticize the mental issue or glorify it.

In other words, we could say that the novel got the "right" vision of teen suicide. Also, both movie and book are getting a revival since the sadness among teen girls are increasing. A study published by the CDC in February reported record levels of sadness in teen girls, with 30 per cent saying they have seriously considered dying by suicide, a 60 per cent rise since 2013. In the UK, reports show that self-harm admissions to hospital among teenage girls more than tripled between 2010 and 2020. (2023, DAZED)

The Osvaldo Cruz Foundation – FIOCRUZ – in Brazil did a research the survey "Self-Provoked Violence in Childhood and Adolescence" identified 15,702 notifications of attendance to suicidal behavior among teenagers in health services, predominantly the age group 15-19 years (76.4%), female (71.6%), and race/color of white skin (58.3%), in the period from 2011 to 2014. The study reveals that residence was the most frequent location of these occurrences (88.5% of 10-14 year olds; 89.9% of 15-19 year olds), and the most commonly used means was poisoning/intoxication (76.6% and 78%, respectively at ages 10-14 and 15-19). As for hospitalizations resulting from attempts in teenagers, there were 12,060 records between 2007-2016, with a predominance of females (58.1%) and a higher occurrence in the Southeast Region (2.7 and 7.0 notifications/100,000 inhabitants, in the 10-14 and 15-19 age groups, respectively). (2021, FIOCRUZ)

There are myriad reasons for this uptick – such as social media’s influence and the COVID-19 pandemic – factors that wouldn’t have impacted teenage girls in the 90s, when the book was first released.

The book endurance is still important to acknowledge that these issues aren't new and tend to increase. “The continued popularity of The Virgin Suicides really speaks to social anxieties that circulated around girlhood, from concerns about girls and mental health, body image, bullying, sexualisation, or more broadly, fears about girls ‘growing up too soon’,” she says. “That was the context that surrounded the 1990s release of The Virgin Suicides, and these are a set of debates and comments we still see today.” (Dr. R. Kennedy for Dazed UK)

In addition, the book brings the western vision expected over girls: they suppose to be good, pure, innocent daughters and friends but sexually knowing and sexually desirable for boys and young men. Contradictions that surrounded girlhood by decades, even centuries. Now, more intense due the hypervisibity over girls on social media platforms.

While girlhood has changed in myriad significant ways since 1993, it’s clear the story speaks to the immutable quality of teenage pain and the anxieties of growing we have almost always projected onto young girls. The period between 13 and 16, 17 can be really painful for young girls, in both physical and mental ways and that’s the reason why the book and the film remained popular, because we all can see ourselves in many aspects of our own experiences in each Lisbon sister through the book.

It’s cheering to think that this novel it still strikes a chord among young women and girls from diferent generations, after 30 years on from it's release, keeping it as subject matter.

#themessagearchangel #virgin suicides

[stranger-nightmare]

no offense to whoever the fuck sends you asks but why is it that every time you try to discuss something on your blog the 'WELL ACTUALLY' people start popping up?? Like I've been following you for what? 3 days? and people insist on turning shit into problems when it's an actual nothing burger like chill bros

no one said virgins were ugly people, I talked about fashion which definitely contributes to appearance but other than that it was mostly about his behaviours

-> bald man anon

it’s actually not really been a common occurrence I have to say, there’s just been something in the water the last few days! I’ve never ever had a night like what happened the other tonight before, it seems you’ve just happened to stumble upon my account at a ‘bad’ time haha!

but yeah look I more than welcome everyone’s opinions and contributions but I just need people to remember that at the end of the day they are opinions so ofc not everyone is going to agree or have the same ones, and that’s fine as long as we’re all respectful about it! <33

- hope

#the answer to your nightmare #bald man anon #miscellaneous nightmares

[cheapxtrashyxparis]

Sissy Profile

Identifiable Info

Real Name: Lewis Harris

Sissy Name: Kandii Kloss

Date Of Birth: 22/07/87

Location: Bedford, United Kingdom

Telephone: [phone]

email: [email protected]

Sexuality: Bi (Aiming to become Fag Only)

Relationship Status: Living with GF

Virgin: Yes

About Me

Outward Appearance:

Enjoys Computer Games, Anime, Pop Culture, Pokemon and Comics

Secretly Loves In Private:

Obsessing Over Celebs

Fashion And Makeup

Reality TV & Chick Flicks

Trashy Gossip Magazines

Cocktails

Pop Princesses (Ari, Tay-Tay, Iggy)

Cute Boys Sucking Cock

Something People Don’t Know:

If I meet you and you’re female, I’ll search for you on social media then save all your photos to jerk off to.

Ideal Situation:

Pumped full of plastic until I’m more fake than Person. Fake lashes, fake hair with my roots showing, fake nails so I can’t do anything with them, fake giant tits so big they give me back ache, fake lips, fake ass, fake tan. Hooked on cigarettes and drugged up to keep me compliant and unable to focus on anything other than sex and vapid shallow topics that don’t require any thought. Working multiple jobs suitable for someone like me; toilet cleaner, fast food server, whore etc with highest ambition to become a secretary or TikTok influencer but I know I will never be good enough for that. All my money going to my master who micromanages every aspect of my life: if I can see friends, where I’m allowed to shop, what time I have to go to bed, what, if anything, I can get people for Xmas or birthdays. All while I eat ramen noodles if lucky, and trash out of bins if not.

Darkest Turn On:

Love Far Right Politics despite presenting myself as a liberal. The brash condescending and self righteous ego and belittlement of anyone who disagrees with them is so hot. Betraying my own values and beliefs to some one more dominant.

Epilogue

If you come across this and know me, then please realise one of two things. If you’re a girl, I never liked you. I thought you were a stuck up bitch and a plain looking one at that. Not even distinctive enough to be ugly. The most I could say about you is you could probably lose some of that “baby fat” you have. I still jerk off to your photos though, when I wasn’t talking shit about you behind your back with the other girls. Doesn’t matter who you are, I did that and think that about all of you. I hope you see this and realise you are nothing but a skanky hoe. There’s also a good chance I sucked off your bf. I did that with a LOT of my friends bfs so good chance he’s one of them. If he says no, he’s lying. Hope you feel insecure.

If you’re a guy, I wanted to suck you off. Doesn’t matter who you were I love all cock. If I hang out with you I wanted you to face fuck me and then use my hair as a cum rag to wipe clean your cock. I would have come in my pants if you had pissed all over my stupid face, and if you shat on me I would have been your bitch forever.

If you read that and knew me, if you think my reputation is now in ruins I don’t care, I’ll just jerk off to how much you now hate me. And if any of my ex friends want me to be their butch, you can always ask.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Wait... I just realized I never gave oc a face!! Poor thing... no happiness no name and no face 🥺

I can imagine her feelings reflected in her eyes, but that’s that. I usually pay more attention to see what she is seeing and the ambience around her in general (though I'm not able to see myself as her per se). So the only descriptor I can give of my version of her face is "expressive eyes" lol.

What I do however have a very clear mental image of is the type of outfits I think she would wear. It's usually some haute couture gown in very heavy fabric that used to be very expensive in the past and with very open neckline made by a well known fashion house about a decade or so ago, but inspired by wester european fashions of the 1200~1600s. Never thought of her wearing her hair down outside of her bedroom since it was considered very improper for a really long time in history.

Also... oh my, we are actually getting a mariage??? I don't know if I want it 😶. I was starting to convince myself that maybe oc was just gonna bring into her relationship with taehyun the same habits she had in the beginning with beomgyu: drink the shame away, let alcohol take the sexy wheel and that's how the smut happens. Or maybe that she was just dreaming the whole thing again.

Also, where is Beomgyu??? For someone so desperately in love he is taking so long to actually do something! When is our deranged prince actually going to stop brooding and act up? Something in me wanna see the pretty bitch boy go full feral for once and publicly show his ugly side in a drastic manner. (knowing your writing your probably going to deliver something even better than what my imagination expects though hihi)

~♡anon

that's definitely understandable since i don't give her any description so you don't really think of it. i just focus on her feelings and how she perceives other people. i hadn't thought of it but yeah i suppose she would have very expressive eyes. she's a "wear your heart on your sleeve" type of person

yesssss with how gyu pays for her she definitely wore a lot of extravagant shit. but unfortunately now that she lives with tyun, her style is very drab and muted. she tries to brighten it up with makeup or accessories but there is not really that much material to work with. it's killing her soul lmao. but hey if you come across any pics that resemble what you had in mind for her, send them in!

well unlike gyu, tyun doesn't just have meaningless sex with women. he's actually a virgin 😳 so that wouldn't have worked so it seems like they are gonna get married 😕

listen give him some time okay 😂 it's not easy getting through taehyun's castle, he's a very formidable lord. and gyu's plan b, which is much more bloody and insane, is gonna need time to be put into action. he just hoped that oc could be back in his arms with minimal bloodshed. he's not a monster, he's not unreasonable, but people just refuse to cooperate and so he'll show them his ugly side 😂

#thank you so much for this lovely message babe #made me smile so wide #mort talks #yamqn #♡anon

[reviving-nikola]

Unspoken Conceits

I was relieved to not be having a daughter

we women fall prey,

have our freedom exchanged

for the labor of Beauty,

eternal sowing of seeds, hidden pain

It’s damning how much we fear to confront

that all of us are capable of lacking in looks

Our animal mechanisms cheapened to just the look on our face

something pure as a smile fated to judgment

and cursed by our age

We become undeserving the more we collect

these badges of ugly

the older we get

It could all be smoothed over by a simple, affirming

I am, I am

but there is an ellipsis

something more that we brand

to our cheeks

and brandish our labels like cocksure

gunslingers traversing the web

Trad Wife, Transgender

Fembot, Lolita

as if the name Woman tastes bad in our mouths

Witchcraft concoction coping conjunctions

to water down our shame steeped feminine discomfort

As if Nature does not wait behind every closed window

to prove a mask can be blown away in the breeze

and a raindrop can steal the warpaint from our faces

Sexy Little Black Dress, Pussy Cat, Pouty Lip

Exploiting our bankable character traits

selling sex when fucking the men in our lives

feels like empty pornography mimicking hate

of our bodies

Dick Sucking Lips, Butterface

Blowjob Eyes, Birthing Hips

It’s all we can do to reduce access to us

down to the dollar

Building a paywall to protect this fragile, new power

An Amazonian fortress, our grand gesture of progress

feels more like surrender

How vacant it is

for the right amount of capital to buy out our tender

If the shape of your body won’t fit in at the brothel

and find yourself craving more subtle seduction

you’re offered a purity pill

the virgin solution

Clean Girl, Coquette

these classifications are the way that we lie

to each other about who’s on whose side

It was, in fact, other women who cried

“Witches!”

and petitioned the brutes that they bed with

to fashion a stake

burning the threat of more desirable babes

Cloaking our jealousy in white wedding dresses

thinly veiled hypervigilance

The Cool Girl, The Girlfriend Experience

and all your friends tell you “That’s just how it is.”

Maybe there is truth in this translation of life

something naturally meek in our bodies that stops us

from violently standing up for our rights

Or maybe it is the way that we speak of ourselves

sets us like pin curls to luckless decisions

Blaming our lovers and fathers and brothers

for our believing in them

when they deemed our developing bodies

fit or unfit to be mothers

We must see that this obsession to be something more than a woman,

this fear driven weapon we thought

we were pointing at men

goes right over our heads

and downward the blade of the scythe

bends across the necks of us women

erasing every last unique stem of shimmering gold

Mother Earth has created

#mine #poem #coquette #clean girl #poems on tumblr #spilled ink

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