#English is also not even my first language so maybe I'm being harsh??? But some of the mistakes aren't language specific so idk

[hunter-sylvester]

Maybe dropping out of school at 14 did have an effect on my grammar...

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Just a concept, Yandere!Dimensional traveler!Batman X Gn!reader X Platonic!Batfam, also wrote a one shot about this

Synopsis: Batman becomes obsessed with a spouse and kids that he never had.

Pairing: Yandere!Dimensional traveler!Batman X Reader; Batman X Reader; Platonic Batfam X Batparent!Reader; Yandere!Batman X Platonic!Batfam; Batman X Platonic!Batfam

Tw: English is not my first language; mentions of Alfred being dead; I'm quite new on the fandom so there might be some mistakes about facts of the original comics, but this is a fanfic so whatever; this piece is more focused on Bruce and the batfam while still mentioning reader; stalker and delusional Bruce.

Word count: 1,4k

Requested? No.

General masterlist

Yandere!Batman who is very VERY, extremely, lonely, touch starved and grim. He’s also very unlucky apparently.

He never even met Dick. Sure, he heard about what happened to The Flying Graysons, investigated it even, but he's only seem him on pictures, videos or in passing, but he wasn’t there that night, he never talked to him, or maybe he did while stopping him from killing Zuko, either way, never adopted him, our boy went straight to orphanage and was adopted shortly after by a normal and loving family.

Actually this universe’s Bruce never met nor connected with ANY of his children, all he had was Alfred, and yet… Something happened and…

Safe to say it's been long, never ending harsh years.

The only thing this Bruce knows is pain, loneliness and misery. Don’t talk to him about Alfred. Maybe he can't even look at pictures. When he realized he couldn’t remember his voice anymore… He WON’T watch videos or listen to audio of him. Yes, Alfred being gone was one more trauma to the list of traumas he will carry on his tense and burdened shoulders for the rest of his helpless existence.

This Bruce is a loser, closer to madness than any version of Bruce (aside from Batman who laughs). His Gotham is nearing it’s doom. He didn't join the Justice League because of his level of emotional masochism, pride and lack of will to get back on his feet. He is so used to suffering he thinks it's possible to die if he doesn't have such bitter companion. Safe to say, he is depressed. And hyperfocused on saving a city he’s been working in for decades, too blind by his grieving to see that he is not doing the right things. There is no social projects on Wayne Enterprises or Wayne Foundation to help people, he neglected the company decades ago. He is almost becoming Michael Keaton’s Batman in The Flash.

Somehow, one day he is sent to another universe. It can be through some disaster like Crisis in Infinite Earths, or some villain who wanted different variants of heros to fight amongst themselves to death, doesn't really matter here, what’s important is that he (after years of being a hermit on his cave) interacts with people, more specifically, he interacts with himself.

Or definitely a lucky version of himself. Maybe the luckiest. He is jealous.

During the whole event they interact and imagine how he felt when he found out that this other Batman has an Alfred. And he is so successful that he is a billionaire who uses his money to help Gotham get better (or as good as we know Gotham can get). Oh, and he has a spouse. And children. Plural. So many he lost count. And pets. Two dogs, one cat, a cow (?), a turkey (a what now?) and a fREAKING DRAGON BAT (WHAT THA FUCK IS EVEN THAT????!?!?????!).

He is also more put together (looks like he showers and doesn't skip meals). And less temperamental.

Okay…

Bruce is confused. When he comes back to his universe, with a spark of hope in his heart, he does his research. He could start actually making effort on his company and thus helping Gotham, maybe even be good enough as a vigilant that he could join the Justice League and make some friends (even if the other Bruce was just as stoic, he was the only one who could see on his micro expressions while talking about them how fond he was of his colleagues, and how much he thrusts them, even with his trust issues).

He could find those damn kids and adopt them. Find the one who somehow managed to make him open up enough for a relationship.

(He could also just work on his company, philanthropism, do some therapy, make some new organic connections or whatever).

He is VERY disappointed to find out that some of those so called kids and are already adults, have lived their whole lives without him, maybe some have been arrested or even dead, they have their whole lives and families that have NOTHING to do with him. Some don't even exist (the only explanation for not a single clue in months of research). And his partner, Reader, is either living their own life that doesn't allow space for him or also dead. He lost his timing. He is old and lost his timing. He is alone. He shouldn't have hoped so much that he got blind by the improbability of the small chance. The other Batman did mention that his family started growing decades ago.

He just lost another family. This one he never got to have. He wishes he never knew about them.

He hyperfocused on them for months for nothing (hey, It was hard to find info on the ones that don't live a very civilian legal life, like Cassandra, or the ones that never even existed, like Damian, or the ones that are dead — again maybe Cassandra, or perhaps Jason. Maybe Jason joined a gang just for survival or something like that, life on the streets is harsh, and he is not very lucky. And I’m not even being specific on what could have happened to every single one of the batfam. Also Tim is probably a CEO right now). No connection and family will come from all of that. Especially because he is greedy, starved, he doesn't want bits and pieces, he wants it ALL. He wants that other Bruce's life.

Yandere!Batman is born. He drowns and gets drunk on the pit of his own madness and he can’t get out of it. Doesn't want to.

He could… He could get rid of the people on their lives, brainwash them and make them a happy family. They aren’t vigilantes, they don't have his abilities, they don't have his intellect, it won't be hard.

Of course, Batman doesn't kill, but this Batman is looking for a change.

But they aren't what lucky-billionaire-put-together Bruce had.

Don't get me wrong. He is not just petty and jealous, nor resents Bruce for his privileges and better decisions, or whatever.

Okay, maybe a little. Why? Just why ones life was perfect (hello? Didn't you hear the part where he told you his own problems? Not even about the DEAD RESURRECTED CRIME LORD SON?) while the others had to draw the short stick?

But majorly he is just desperate, foaming at the mouth for a happy ending, and projected all of that on that poor random bat.

Now, enough brooding, back to solutions.

He could clone them.

Could work. Not exactly easy but he could just hack onto Luthor archives until he found how he cloned Superman and made that Superboy, Superman, or whatever he goes by now.

Again, not the same as the original ones. The ones he craves. The ones he wants.

Alfred is screaming in his grave about how Bruce, please, needs to realize that no one will fill the expectations he puts on them, not even the “original ones”.

Another hard, but better fitted solution is to… Simply… Find a way to go to that other universe, or one similar enough, stalk and study their whole lives until he can perfectly replicate “lucky” Bruce’s persona, and just… Get rid of him and take his place. Hello Alfred, hello honey, hello kids, daddy’s home.

Looks like he finally got luck on his side, maybe the sun will rise tomorrow.

Yandere!Bruce won't just brush aside that he is rusty and definitely not a better Batman then the other one, but he's got time. He will developt patience. But can he learn enough to trick his perfect vigilant kids though? Is he seriously thinking straight? I mean, the batkids are dope though. They learned from the best. As a proud (wannabe) father he knows they will be better than him one day, perhaps already are.

How much of watching their lives, everything that he craves, can he take until he snaps? How much of watching Bruce's interactions with them can he take? He swears he won't take them for granted when he has them, he will take care of them, protect them, be a family, be happy.

Can he really keep his distance?

Looks like another supervillain just arrived in Gotham for the batfamily to battle against, he is quite persistent though.

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[iwouldfightforfrenchie]

Gif by: @iheartcrawford

Kevin Moskowitz x female!reader smut

Hate sex with The Deep

Tw: Smut, p in v, insults, blowjob and Kevin being the dumbass he is.

(Also this is my first smut and english isn't my first language so please don't be too harsh on me😭.)

Inspired by: @vaporwavebeach-writes, this fanfiction (By the way I love their writings so go check their profile!)

You hated him, you hated his dumb smile and his dumb laugh. He was so fucking annoying. So when you heard about the dolphin incident you were more than furious. How could this dumbass do something like that?! He was part of The seven for god's sake. You decided to have a talk with him. Like any normal person... a talk right?

He was there sitting in The seven's room eating chocolate and watching the news. Once he heard the door open he looked behind him and saw you. "I think you're the last person I wanna see" he said. "Because you think I'm happy?" You said as you sat on the table and turned off the TV. "Common I was watching-" you cut him off. "Seriously. A fucking dolphin!?", he looked down. "I can't deal with you anymore! Why are you so fucking stupid all the time?!" You shout. "Because I wanted to save the dol-", "What in your tinny little brain can't you understand when Ms Stillwell tells you no?!" He sighed, "I was thinking-", "you didn't think at all, all you do is bring me and The Vought company problems."

He gets up from the chair. "Hey, I'm the reason you have a job! you should be grateful and keep your mouth shut!" You push him back in the chair. "And what?! Let you continue your fucking bullshits!", you looked at him angry. "I-it's not bullshit." He turned red for a second.

"And what is it?" you scoled. "It's uh-it's..." His breath got caught in his troath. Why was he so red, why was he sweating why did he like it? You were screaming at him about how dumb he was and all he could think about is how he'd like you to scream his name instead. "-vin kevin! Hey I'm talking to you! Do you hear me!?" Kevin looked at you confused. He was so flustered that he didn't hear a word you said. "I'm sorry..." You looked at him, "you're so fucking pathetic!", you stepped closer to him and blocked him in the chair with your arms placed at his sides. He was so red and before he couldn't even say something he felt something going down under. His pants tightened as your chest was right at his eyes level.

You cutt him off "are you fucking eyeing me! I'm fucking scolding you and that's all you do? You're disgusting!", disgusting? He would've found that insulting moments ago but right now, this word made him feel so hot and bothered. "Are you having a fucking boner!?"

All he could do was look at you wih his big annoying puppy eyes and his red cheeks.

You get off of the table and open a drawer as he looks at you confused. You turn around a condom in you hand. "If you can't understand words maybe I can fuck some sense into you!" His mouth drop as he looked at you in pure shock getting even redder (if it's physically possible). He stared at you while you dropped on your knees and started opening his belt completely at loss for words.

You pushed his underwear away and looked at his cock. No wonder why the man had an ego this huge. He did have something in his pants. You took it in your hands and just with a stroke he started moaning like a bitch in heat, you chuckled. "For a superhero you don't look that strong right now."

"Shut u-aaaah!"

He moaned as you licked the tip. You start to push the tip in your mouth before taking him all slowly meanwhile he was screaming your name and clenching at his sides. You started going up and down on him, and saying he was moaning would be a lie. He was literally screaming. He rolled his eyes back as he felt your mouth around him. Just a few more pressure of your tongue are enough to make him cum in your mouth. White sticky liquid all over your tongue and lips as he was whimpering and breathing rapidly. You grab the condom and open it with your teeth before putting it around his cock. He whimpers your name again and again like a brocken record as you slowly take off your bottom and your underwear tossing them aside.

"You better make it quick you asshole." You say as he nods and gulp. You place your legs on either side of him and start going down on his dick while he is moaning. "Ohh please -please-yes!" You wrap your arms around him to catch yourself and start riding him.

He felt like he was in heaven, he never wanted this to end, sure he had sex before, but he had never felt this... Great. While you were talking dirty oh so dirty to him. "You fucking douchebag. All you do is-ah fail your work. You're so fucking dum-aah-ahh-umb you can't do anything right! You're just a little baby! With no intelligence! Aahh!" You started to trust your hips faster and harder his tip kissing your cervix at every trust and a hot feeling getting in your head until you were both a pile of sweat and two body stuck to each other both breathing heavily and moaning.

"Aah-I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Please please!-", he said his voice breaking. "Just cum you dumb bitch. Fucking cum the same time as me." You both started screaming finally hitting your climax, Kevin filled up the condom as all your juice wetted the table. He didn't have the time to touch you that you were already off of him cleaning yourself.

He tried to catch his breath as you looked back at him fixing your bra. "You should clean the table, wouldn't like anyone to know. Oh and by the way. Don't mention this. ever again."

He nodded as you leaved. And when he was finally alone he muttered 'damn, I'm in love with her...'.

Might make a part two

(By the way you can repost to help the post gain more views! Some people don't know that but it helps a lot of other writers or artists on this app! 😊)

[kurifucs]

My first fic ever! I am nervous to say at least but I tried my best! So I hope you all will like it ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

(And English isn't my first language so sorry for all the mistakes.)

Ahh, you loved Gojo being dominant. Taking the lead. Being on top. His big pale hands wrapped perfectly around your pretty throat that he loves to mark with both kisses and hickeys that won't leave your neck for days sometimes even weeks. Not that you mind of course. But what you also loved. Maybe even preferred over his dominant side was how much of a begging slut he was. It was always after he left for a mission that took days and the only thing he had left of you in those days/weeks were photos of you in different scenarios: some of those photos were you lying down on your couch while being focused on the show you loved. Others were you face down and ass up. And the second thing was your beautiful pink panties he bought you last month.

But the minute he stepped inside your shared apartment the second he saw you. He immediately walked over to you not saying anything other than falling onto his knees right in front of you and tugging on your shorts as well as your panties. You let out a gasp as took both of the clothing off of you so fast that you weren't able to even process it. His hands went to the pretty things he loved when they were wrapped around his head, squeezing the life out of him. You tried to push him off of you only to be met with those blue eyes you fell in love with seeing tears in them and a pout on his pretty lips.

"Please, baby...I missed you so much. Let me make you feel good..."

It wasn't unusual for Satoru to be begging. Whenever he was you loved to tease him a bit but seeing the teary eyes you just nodded while your cheeks heated up. Gojos eyes immediately sparkled and a smile appeared on his handsome face. He immediately dived in between your legs dragging a moan out of you at the harshness.

Few minutes passed and you still were in the kitchen. But now you were seated on the kitchen counter as Gojo continued to eat you out like a man starved. And you would think that all of the moan and whimpers would come out of your mouth. Well, you're wrong. Satoru was the one who was letting out such a slutty sounds. Whimpering while sucking on your clit. His nails digging into your thighs and making them squeeze his head. As if he wanted you to squeeze his head until it popped. Almost an hour passed by and Satoru didn’t stop. His knees started to ache but he didn't care as he shamelessly continued to let out such noises that you would hear in porn but no. You had it between your legs.

Your vision was blurry. Your whole body shook and you felt like passing out. After almost two hours of Gojo being between your legs you, have already squirted twice. But that wasn't enough for Satoru because he could tell that you were getting close to the third squirting of the day.

"Come on baby...g-give it give it to me please baby..I'll do anything just give it to me..."

He said his voice whiny as his two fingers worked inside of your pussy that was being abused in a good way. Tho it didn't take long for you to squirt onto Satoru. And Satoru was the happiest man in the world at the moment. And you thought it was all over but no. Satoru picked you up with ease and walked over with you to the couch. He placed you underneath him and started to take his pants off.

"You think I was done? No no no, baby...I'm just getting started..."

[straycalamities]

so for some Reasons, the same reasons zombinoslayer is on indefinite hiatus, i have a question on like. Say there is a Truffula Flu-oriented plot, story. Y'know a narrative. Coming up, but the way it's being made is basically prose-based, how would you prefer to see that formatted onto a tumblr askblog/archive thing?

it does deal with two characters and two characters only (so far?)

rp-style is out of the question because of editing reblogs being killed

but...i have a few thoughts, but i'm not sure which one people would like to read and digest the most

for more clarity on what i mean with terms/styles: click under the readmore

when i say "prose-style" i mean it's written like a novel. it's 3rd-person limited and past tense.

The sun was baring down hard on Mikey's back as he trudged down the sidewalk. He drug his feet, pose hunched. Why did he have to run out of eggs on the hottest day of the year?

when i say "script-style" i mean that it's written how you would read the script for a show or a play. this is how i treated zombinoslayer's big scenes. it'd have progressive images for each action/dialogue, wherever i deemed an image needed/important

Mikey: [The sun is bright and harsh. He is walking down the sidewalk. He looks exhausted.] Why did I have to run out of eggs on the hottest day of the year?!

and when i say comic, well, that's obvious. i'd do my best to translate everything as well as i can into something that is heavily image and dialogue based that has comic frames and such.

pros and cons of all these being:

prose pros (lol): it keeps all of the character's inner feelings, struggles, and thoughts and even some motives out and easier to see, which with these scenes and with how these characters are, might be important or even very enlightening for people i also don't have to draw as much because i would only be illustrating significant parts and to make the posts look more appealing/interesting. thus updates would happen more frequently. easier to plug into a translator if english isn't your first language the images would be illustrations i'd actually put effort into since there would be so few of them

prose cons: it'll be a lot more reading overall less left to interpretation, i guess? less pretty pictures? it takes a lot more cerebral energy in some cases to take in prose and turn it around in your mind i just get that for some people, they don't like walls of text. like i, for one, have gotten very bad at reading so i get it

script pros: more pictures to look at then prose-style scenes move by more quickly and smoothly, everything focuses more on actions and interactions so maybe things are easier to digest than prose-style still translator-friendly updates still more frequent than comic-style, but less frequent than prose-style most likely full-color images. may or may not have a bg in every image (just think zombino-slayer style? but i might not render every time either like i did there because that was..phew..that took a lot out of me)

script cons: more images to draw for me the format might be wonky to some none of those inner thoughts/monologues, a lot of depth and inner feelings/struggles/references made in the characters heads are left out. it all focuses on the external with hints to the internal left to expression, body language, and dialogue and the reader's own bias/experience

comic pros: ALL THE PICTURES YOU COULD WANT! everything's images! if you're most comfy with reading comics or manga already, you'd dig this (obviously) the least reading and it's all together in one image (well multiple) very easy to soar through and take everything in since the focus is on images and dialogue Only (maybe narrative notes or thought boxes when really important) easiest to share i'd think? and easiest to get a feel for what's going on in a scene without having to study and/or think too hard about it

comic cons: oh my god all that drawing...updates would be slow as molasses tbqh.. unless i decided to do manga-style aka B&W or limited grayscale/monochrome. even then though again, everything internal would be left to the hints you'd get from the external i could give with imagery, panel-shape, dialogue, and such not translator-friendly (i know there's the google image translator, but i'd be handwriting the text (i just like how it looks best) and it's not always friendly to handwriting)

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as far as specifics for each style, we'd work that out once one is picked

other notes: i do think i'm a pretty strong prose-writer, but i also think i'm a pretty strong comicsmith. so i don't think it's really up to what i'd, personally, be able to pull off best with the skills i own :3 (and i mean script-style is the most simple of the three. and i've already done it. it'd be almost identical to zombinoslayer. and it'd be most similar to Camp Entre's rp-style i think? even though Camp Entre was much more dialogue-based than anything else

i know i haven't uploaded too much of either, especially my writing, but trust...i'm pretty good at it. at least that's what people tell me.

[ilovetheriddler]

Can I order some Fluff/Vanilla with Oswalda Cobblepot?

Where the reader simply wants some of her attention and affection during the night, but Oswalda is too busy answering calls to give the reader any attention. Maybe a kink on praise/elegy?? Pet name or something?

Sorry if it's not clear, English is not my first language. :')

Thanks ♡

Oh, I love this idea! Also don't worry, your English is very easy to understand! I hope that you enjoy it!

Late Night Comfort.

(Batman: The Caped Crusader.) Oswalda Cobblepot x F!Reader.

Word Count: 692.

Contents: Fluff, Praise Kink, Affection, Pet Names.

It was slightly chilly as a result of the autumn weather outside. You snuggled up into your girlfriend's bed as you attempted to warm yourself up some. It was fairly late into the evening already, but you couldn't sleep yet. You always struggled to fall asleep properly whenever Oswalda was busy with things related to her business.

You could hear her on the phone in the other room, a clear hint of frustration in her tone as she spoke.

"For the last time, those warehouses need to be destroyed by tomorrow night! If it's put off any longer, then the chances of him finding out are increased!"

The sound of the phone being slammed down rings out from the other room. She calms herself down a bit before starting to dial someone else. You shifted in bed, calling out after a bit.

"Ozzy? I um... I know that you're busy with business and stuff... but um... can't it wait until in the morning?"

She walked into the bedroom, taking in the sight of you covered up, tired but unable to rest.

"Darling, you're aware of how time sensitive my business related activities can be.... this is extremely important, so I don't think it can wait...."

"O-oh.... I see... well, that's okay, I understand...."

She could tell that despite how much you tried to hide it, it upset you somewhat. After thinking about it for a moment, she offered an attempt at a solution.

"I can't lie down for the evening yet, I just have too many matters I must attend to still.... however, I could sit down and give you some affection until you fall asleep. Would that be alright?"

"Yes! I'd really like that a lot...."

She let out a slightly amused chuckle at your enthusiasm and excitement, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. She wrapped one of her arms around you and pulled you closer to her.

"There, is that better, my dear?"

"Yes.... I'm sorry that i get so lonely whenever you're busy...."

"Sweetheart, there's nothing for you to apologize for. It's perfectly normal to feel that way, and I'm sorry if I've caused you any sleepless nights."

You snuggled into her arms more, resting your head against her chest and letting out a content sigh. It was true. You had lost countless nights of sleep before as a result of you increasing issues of not being able to fall asleep without her being there.

"It's only been a few nights here and there... but it's not really that big of a deal. You shouldn't worry about it..."

"Of course I'm going to worry about it, you mean the world to me, so why wouldn't i?"

"Y-you're too sweet, Ozzy...."

She runs her fingers through your hair, attempting to help you relax and hopefully fall asleep, pressing light and gentle kisses to your forehead as she does so.

"I'm simply stating the truth. You're special to me, and I'd hate to imagine you being uncomfortable or upset for even a single second."

Her words always made your heart race, She was always so ruthless and harsh with the men who worked under her, but with you, she was so gentle and caring, always trying to make sure that you felt loved and cherished. Her voice was one of the most comforting sounds you'd come to know, as she'd whisper sweet words of affection and praise into your ear.

"You're so good for me, aren't you, sweetheart? You always do exactly what I ask so perfectly..."

"I always do try to.... I love you, Ozzy..."

"I love you too, my dear."

You laid there in her arms, listening to the sound of her heartbeat and soft breathing as you slowly started to drift off asleep. She continued to rub your back gently until she was positive that you were asleep, carefully moving you out of her arms once you were, covering you up with the blankets as she stood up.

"Goodnight, sweetheart...."

She walked into the next room and continued with the calls related to her business while you slept peacefully, dreaming of your beloved.

[sunmizuiro]

Does it look to you that she's keeping away Charlie from Lucifer?

Does it look to you that Lucifer is not smiling while looking up at his beloved?

Does it look to you that Lilith is being harsh while holding so gently little Charlie?

Okay you may disagree with me with the first one and I do too! It's complicating since we don't know much about the family but,,, okay what if she's actually the reason why Lucifer and Charlie never were close even if you see the family pictures it looks like they are and that they're having genuinely a good time, but it could be a possibility that Lily knows that Lucifer is really not that idealistic dreamer anymore and that he lost hope unlike her,,, maybe for Charlie's sake both of them wanted their kid to really live a happy hell life! No matter the conditions or the mistake that her parents did before, yes I didn't forget that Lucifer did show Charlie when she was a kid some of his dreams with light pure magic and all,,, but it looked to me that Lilith was waiting for them, and just took back Charlie to bedtime and nothing else! I didn't want to read too much into it because I really really don't want Lilith to turn out to be a bad mother or villain. I do plan to write everything that we know so far about her and theories— opinions that I have and what I'm predicting for the first family in Hell.

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!! What you're going to read below was me watching Hazbin Hotel before episode 7 and 8 were out! And again I'm really planning to write a completely whole hopefully theory about Lilith and many other things in Hazbin Hotel, if you're obsessed with the show just like me I hope you'll have fun reading this date of it was 01/28/2024, english is not my first language butttt it's readable,,,maybe.

Okay so why on earth would Alastor be owned by Lilith (yes it seems to me that this speculation is surely true)? What happened exactly? Either because Al kept killing every overlords for power and so does he also crave to rule literally all hell? And it looks like Lucifer really doesn't care about his people unlike Lilith, Because she uses her singing and all? Literally the show is a musical and the characters aknowledge that kind of whenever they sing and dance, it's like just something normal in their hellish life. So maybe Alastor tried to have a deal with Lilith herself, a deal with the queen of hell which is well wildly powerful, so I feel like she turns the table around and in the end was the one in control of Alastor, making him go to the hotel immediately after Charlie's call in the pilot because she knows that Lucifer and Charlie aren't that close because she would bring her daughter back for bedtime to let Lucifer do his work since the man is the king of hell so he must be busy (I don't think that she is the reason for making Charlie avoiding Lucifer, he literally kept his smile and all when he gave her back his daughter and again the pictures on the walls do show that they were a happy family, and Charlie states in the pilot that Lilith is also super busy;probably more than Lucifer), and when Alastor succeeds he'll finally be free. Or maybe he got more powers with Lilith's deal? I cannot figure out why both of them were absent for seven years, quite suspicious… But according to how Alastor acted with Lucifer, the guy hates him deeply because the king's wife owns his soul? Like instantly when Lucifer got inside the hotel Al's eye was twitching, he looked so mad plus we figured out that Alastor seems to really care about his image and what others think of him, specifically asking everyone if they missed him because of his disappearance so adding that to how Lucifer doesn't know him yeah that could be irritating to Al, I just feel like Lilith is evil in some way but come on…Maybe she just really wants to rule properly in Hell like if Charlie's so sweet even when there is moment she gets angry and is quite intelligent and knowing what to say while not forgetting her slight naiveness, but what about Lilith, I don't trust completely the wiki about what is her personality? Like the thing she has in common with Alastor is that he's like the radio demon and Lilith with her singing.. Going back to Lucifer I don't believe they got divorced but just split up, Lucifer still cares like he's still wearing the ring, got pictures of Lilith with Charlie… Seeming to be staring at them when Charlie was asking for his help in his call, even before Lilith lefts it looks like that Lucifer was still absent with Charlie, in More Than Anything the lyrics 'Is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again' before Lilith left or after that? Maybe it has gotten worse since Lucifer kept coping while creating rubber ducks as he is depressed, all we know about the couple is that supposingly they're a cheesy and love each other deeply. And according to that introduction story of the first episode it looks like they both really do, but why did she leave? For what reason? Yeah that's all I got lol

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Ennnd of it! If you really read it all.... Love u man!

[henrioo]

Do you write for Rosinante and male reader? If so can you write about Rosinante finding out he likes men because of reader? If you don't you can just make it about your fav! or you can also make it gender neutral :)

✦ ── I'm not in love!: Donquixote Rosinante

Relationships: Rosi x Gn! Reader, Child! Law x Platonic! Rosi/Reader

Synopsis: It's clear that Rosi cares about you, after all you are friends! Just friends, right?

Warnings: None, just fights between Law and Cora and Cora jealous

Word Count: 2,2k

Notes: I made it gender neutral because I only write for them, I hope you don't mind, sorry for the delay! English is not my first language so please forgive any mistakes. If you can evaluate this style of design I'd appreciate it, I'm doing some tests :)

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Rosi liked the cloudy, frosty mornings which were rare in Dressrosa, usually the tropical weather was warm enough to make you sweat even before sunrise. So having a change of weather after the rainy season was somewhat comforting, the place didn't exactly turn gray or dreary, it just got a little cooler and quieter. It seemed that the heat took with it the excitement of the island's civilians.

The point is, the man didn't exactly have a low immunity or anything like that, he dressed well and not even a drastic change could make him get the flu. Maybe it was the years of Marine training or the resistance created by the instinct to survive, it didn't really matter, the point was that he wouldn't get the flu. Why does it matter? See well...

Rosi was at that moment, it being too early for any of the children to be awake, carrying a dark brown fuzzy coat through the halls that he had bought in a store a few days ago when he realized that the weather was going to change. Next to that was a steaming mug of coffee, he walked calmly and silently through the palace corridors. If man didn't get sick, then who would these essential items be for in a change of climate? Oh yes... The answer can only be one: you.

You weren't fragile, far from it, but you weren't good with drastic weather changes. So when the blond man woke up and saw that the weather had changed he immediately thought of you, it wouldn't be a bad idea to grab a coat and a hot drink just to ensure your health, would it? He sighed as he looked out a window, his head light as countless thoughts raced through it. He hadn't even realized that he had stopped in front of your castle room, should he knock? Turn around and pretend nothing happened?

"You're doing it again" a small sleepy and all too familiar voice snapped him out of his cloud of thought. It was none other than little Law.

Cora looked confused at the boy without understanding what he was suggesting, the boy just sighed and shook his head in denial.

"You're taking too much care of (y / n)-san" he said with a certain harshness, in another situation Cora would joke that the boy was jealous, but at that moment he just wanted to understand what Law was assuming. "You still don't understand? You're too stupid" the boy said and crossed his arms.

If they were alone Cora could pretend to be hurt, but he couldn't risk that in the castle, so he just punched the boy in the head, as a light punishment.

"Ouch!" He caressed the bruised spot "You don't understand and I get it… Idiot" he whispered the last part "You really didn't notice?" Now Law seemed to be more willing to explain his thesis.

With Rosi's denial, the boy sighed again and then began to speak "Didn't you realize that your first thought of the day was to take care of them? You even bought this coat just for them! The first thing you did when you woke up was come here to deliver that!" He said louder with some anger.

Cora just shrugged, what was the problem with that? You were crewmates and lifemates, he should care about you, shouldn't he? Law seemed to get even more frustrated with the adult's cluelessness, so he snorted and spoke again.

"Didn't you realize you don't care that much about anyone else?" Now Rosi seemed to finally understand what he was implying, his cheeks flushed slightly "Seriously, everyone has already realized that you're in love with them… Well, everyone but you" he said with an evil smile.

Cora's eyes widened at the accusation, he wasn't in love with you! He just cared a lot, after all you lived together, it was the least he could do to have a good relationship with you! Not that he didn't find you very attractive and definitely a perfect match for a relationship, but that didn't mean anything! You were just friends!

"You're kind of pathetic…" Law sighed "At least do something about it, watching you walk after them like a stray puppy is depressing…" the boy said, yawned and then left for the corridors leaving the adult alone in his thoughts .

You were just friends, weren't you? Thoughts seemed confused and distorted… It wasn't like you acted any differently, of course, you usually spent hours talking, went on missions together, took care of the kids, sat next to each other at meals, you used to bandage Rosi, you were always exchanging gifts… But all friends did that, didn't they?

"Cora?" The adult jumped up and almost dropped his coffee mug on the floor when he heard your voice, then he turned around in a start and found you standing in the doorway of your room.

He tried to smile awkwardly, which elicited a low chuckle from you. But soon the smile disappeared from his face when he saw how you were dressed. You wore a long-sleeved shirt and not You were stiff and fuzzy pants, your hair was messy, and you had a sleepy smile and tired eyes. Your cheeks were a little red next to your nose, which confirmed Rosi's theory that you suffered from climate change.

The issue wasn't exactly how you looked, as to the man you would look beautiful even covered in blood, but what your looks were doing to him. His heart started to beat faster, he felt a heat rising in his stomach and his stomach lurched all over. You were so beautiful, so natural and so… he didn't even know what adjectives to use, homemade? Casual? Comfortable? Would you look so attractive next to him when the two of you wake up together on a cold morning? No! What kind of thoughts were those!?

"All good?" You asked upon seeing the man change, he then snapped out of his thoughts again and turned his attention to you.

He quickly agreed and then handed things over to you with some haste. You stared at the coat and coffee mug with some confusion.

"For me?" You had a shy smile. Cora nodded and saw you looking at the outfit with so much… love? His heart missed a beat, why did you look at that as if it were the most important thing in your life? "Thanks Cora… You always know what I need" you smiled at him and he swore he could be dead after all he was already seeing the sky "I promise I'll use it… And thanks for the coffee" with a low chuckle you closed the door and walked back to hide in the walls of your room.

The man took a deep breath when he realized he hadn't done that for so long, so he left the front of your room as quickly as possible. What was it? Why did he feel so confused and so sensitive around you? This... These feelings... Friends shouldn't feel this way, should they?

Breakfast was as lavish as ever, after all they were serving the king himself and his family, it made sense that the staff would want to go the extra mile. Rosi wasn't the type to eat a lot in the morning, he usually just drank his tea or coffee and waited until lunch to really have a decent meal. So he usually spent his time watching the children play with their food, listening to his brother's conversations with the other elders, and that was it. Usually he was good at maintaining the facade he'd built for years, the unbreakable, unshakable wall he liked to be known as.

But everything he had meticulously planned and created went down the drain when you walked into the dining hall. You wore the coat he had given you earlier and you were definitely looking perfect, you wore a cap that contrasted well with your hair color. You had red cheeks and your nose twitched slightly, you smiled and then greeted everyone. If he had to say something he would probably stutter and get lost, but the only action he could take was to spit out all the coffee when he was punched in the stomach by Law.

Everyone started laughing as he glared at the boy with a death glare, he also glared at him and then leaned closer to whisper.

"At least take it discreetly, idiot"

He bit his tongue at the thought that he might be acting suspiciously, wondering if anyone else had noticed that… You sat down next to Baby 5 and were playing with the little girl as you started to drink your own coffee. Cora decided that if he wanted to keep it natural he couldn't pay any more attention to you, so for the rest of the coffee he looked away and pretended he didn't even notice you at the table.

"Honestly, just ask them on a date" was the last thing Law said when everyone broke up at the end of breakfast.

A date? Like couples? But you weren't a couple… the thoughts hammered in his mind, he liked you a lot, but did he like you too much? With an expression of confusion he decided to go after you to find out if you had noticed anything different in your relationship. After all, you were extremely intelligent, maybe you understood the adult better than he did.

"Hm…thanks" He heard your nervous laugh and looked for you a little faster.

That's when he saw you and Trebol talking, his face was nervous and probably disgusted. The man was throwing himself at you and seemed to have a flirtatious tone. Cora's stomach lurched and he felt fire coursing through his veins, he didn't need to hear another word to act.

Quickly he grabbed your arm, you screamed in fright and stared at him confused. That's when he finally realized what he was doing, what right did he have to do this?

"Is everything okay cora?" You asked him with some trepidation.

Well, he had come this far, hadn't he? So taking his last dose of courage he simply grabbed you by the waist, threw it over his shoulder and ran. Trebol screamed in confusion demanding an answer and you screamed in fright as you clung to the man to keep from falling. Rosi's face burned with embarrassment and he just thought that you would never forgive him for acting like that.

When you were far away, in a hidden part of the castle's gardens, he finally put you down. Your hair was messed up and your cap had fallen out of the way, you were out of breath and you were staring at him with a mixture of anger, confusion and…gratitude?

"Cora! What the hell?!" You screamed and gave him a light slap on the chest, after which he started to take a deep breath trying to calm down.

Cora fidgeted with his hands nervously, how could he explain that whole situation? He didn't even know what was going on!

"Hey! Tell me!" You pressed him against the wall, he looked around nervously not wanting to explain "Come on, we're alone and you can talk now"

Sometimes he forgot that you knew about that detail. On a mission you decided to go with Cora and Law, in your case you wanted to do service to Doflamingo because you were part of his crew. Cora was already using the mission as an excuse to look for hospitals for Law, in the end you two ended up getting into a big mess that led Rosi to reveal that he could talk.

You even tried to find out why he hides it, he said he just got too nervous around other people. He wasn't an idiot either, you were loyal to Doflamingo for saving you and Rosi really didn't want to risk the bond you created by talking about his plan to take down his brother. So he just pretended he was too shy to speak in public.

"I… I didn't want to" he said nervously, he couldn't meet her eyes.

"Didn't want to do what? Kidnap me in the middle of a conversation?" You always teased him and now it just made him sink into a ball.

"Sorry," he muttered guiltily.

"Not really, Trebol is a pain in the ass" you laughed, you weren't mad at Cora, just confused "But that was… different I guess" you mused.

"Different?" he asked, confused.

"Yes, you've been different today, the way you look at me… If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a jealous fit with Trebol" you said smiling slyly at him, what you didn't expect was to see him cringing in embarrassment "Wait, I was kidding, are you jealous?"

"I… I don't like you talking to him" that wasn't a lie at all.

"Oh" you seemed to finally understand everything and smiled trying to reassure him "So I guess Law was right, you really are in love with me…"

"Yes, he probably is… What?!" He screamed in shock, had Law said that?

"Haha ha!" You burst out laughing "you should have seen your face… you are so cute" you admitted with red cheeks.

"(Y/n)..." He called you and you looked at him shyly.

"Yes?"

"Go out on a date with me, I like you" he finally managed to verbalize everything he felt.

"Took you long enough" you smiled at him.

[emerson-grimes-apologist]

Is it me or do I think (or theorize) that almost all the women in candle cove are all a reminder or ATLEAST symbolize Janice's girlhood, or just anything relating struggles about being a woman. Mostly because of their roles and personality and such, especially in a male-dominated world and practices such as piracy.

You got Janice, who is pretty much a typical girl, who is the embodiment of innocence, curiosity and guilt (for something she did not mean to do as in her mom died giving birth to her) and who is traumatized from her sister, Melrose. Melrose is GREIVING because of a female parental figure being lost in her life. She could be an embodiment of impulse since her only hobby is bullying Janice without thinking "would this hurt her feelings?". She is confident in doing this to her thinking it would make everything better, but it didn't, it only made everything worse for her and Janice.

Now Mary, is an embodiment of rage, and hate itself. She is an intrusive thought of feminine urge. Only burning people because she feels like it, and using techniques to get her way (such as putting on an act as a nice person, saving lillian so she would be more believable) and then throwing it all out so she can betray the crew. It's more like a "I'm just a girl" thing

Sariah is an embodiment of innocence being lost, and the stereotypical things people say about women, (she's naive, innocent, wears pink, falls head over heels to men like milo). When Milo killed her she lost all that stuff and grieved over someone who loved her and killed her only for him to get killed by the Skin-taker.

Lillian represents motherhood, due to how she comforts thade after thade was hesitant joining her crew because his previous crew was harsh. She has a mother-like personality and protected Auburn from Mary, which is typical mother things.

Auburn is the embodiment of free will and justice. Who sees the world being unfair, and is a caring soul. She is trying to receive justice, like many wronged women try to receive it.

Sunny, I cannot think what she embodies but it's mostly how she is the OPPOSITE of what men perceived women at the time. She's vicious, she's tomboyish and the only member in a crew which has mostly men in it. She has been seen equal by the crew because she orders the crew around when Horace is asleep or drunk, but that is because they never knew she's a woman because Horace refers to her as "he". If she did say she was a women, the crew would throw her off or even kill her, since back then people thought women were bad luck on ships.

Susan siren is an embodiment of how men want women to be and look. She's beautiful, long haired She's barely wearing clothes, she's flirtatious. She is chained to a rock and that only shows women cannot escape from men's standards, even if they are the exact opposite without getting sexualized.

Laughingstock is the embodiment of leadership, and always has the final say in things. She keeps trying to tell Percy to go inside caves and stuff. Even if Percy refuses.

Mrs skin-taker is also an embodiment of how men see married wives as. (Nagging housewives) The reason for this is because she wanted to divorce Skin-Taker all because "he's changed". She also had a stereotypical things associated with housewives (thick lips, and a necklace)

So yea I hope this makes sense and English isn't my first language 😭😭 I just like theorizing little things and maybe I'm obsessed with symbolism

AGH, I was so excited when I came home to this ask!! I made some tea and sat down and read this like I’d read a chapter of a favorite book.

It’s really great to see other people into symbolism and media analysis. It’s not something I see often in fandom spaces even though analyzing media deeply like this is really fun, and I can’t be the only one who thinks so. (Well, the only one besides you, Anon.)

This ask has really stirred my brain, so I may have… written a whole essay in response. Heh. (Sorry for taking a while to respond by the way, I wanted to make sure what I wrote made sense.)

I feel like as Janice is growing up and “growing into a young woman” as people say, she would be observing the women around her and learning about the different ways to be a woman. Janice is 9, and it’s around that age when kids really start to form their identities, so it would make sense.

Also, I think being thrown into Candle Cove and the world of pirates, where there’s mostly men, would make her feel like being a girl makes her different, and as the adage goes, identity is formed by finding ways you’re different from other people. So I think coming to Candle Cove and being surrounded by men would solidify her identity as a girl, and lead her to observe and imitate the women around her even more.

Also, a lot of people theorize that Candle Cove is all in Janice’s imagination and by extension, all the characters from Candle Cove represent some aspect of her psyche, which would make this make even more sense. Like, each of the women in Candle Cove could represent a woman (or type of woman) Janice looks up to for guidance.

JANICE

Janice does embody guilt, and I think specifically how women are made to bear the guilt for things that aren’t their fault. Janice is blamed for her mother’s death, but what was she supposed to do? Not get born? And she was a literal NEWBORN BABY—the most innocent a person can be—and is still blamed for something as serious as killing someone. Not to mention that she’s a victim in this situation, too, having never known her mother. But the people around her don’t seem to care.

MELROSE

This might be a reach, but I think she may also represent women who side with men against other women. I’m applying my headcanons to make this work, but what if Melrose learned to bully Janice by watching how her father acts around her? We already know Mr. Stewart is… well, not a very good parent, based on how he doesn’t seem to do anything about Melrose harassing Janice. So it wouldn’t be a reach to say he’s also not a very good parent in other ways. Maybe he’s cold and dismissive towards Janice, bitter because she’s the reason (in his perspective) that his wife died and he’s left to take care of two daughters by himself. And Melrose, as children do, could have learned her behavior from him, bullying Janice because she thinks that's what her father wants her to do. And it’s worse because Melrose is somebody Janice is supposed to have solidarity with, as her sister, and yet she treats her so poorly. It reminds me of how in real life, women put each other down for male validation instead of having solidarity with one another.

RED MARY

She does definitely embody female rage, but I feel like she could also embody women who perform traditional feminine roles to get ahead in life. Like, women are often pressured into being docile and accommodating or else be shamed and called bitches (whereas men doing the same things wouldn’t be shamed and instead even be praised for taking initiative). So women are forced to fit themselves into this docile female role if they want people to like them and to get what they want.

Red isn’t traditionally feminine. She isn’t kind. She isn’t docile. She isn’t nurturing. In fact, she’s the opposite of nurturing—she kills people and draws out their suffering. But she pretended to be all these things when she was with the Tarantula Crew because they wouldn’t take to her otherwise. Like you said, she saved the crew in the past to earn their trust, which obviously isn’t something she would do out of the kindness of her heart. It isn’t made known why she wanted to be with the crew, but whatever the reason was, she didn’t need to be with them anymore at the end of Come and Rip, and so then she was able to be her true self and let go of the act.

SARIAH

I agree with what you said about Sariah representing innocence being lost. She’s naive and probably has an unrealistic, romanticized view on dating men. She was in love with Milo, but in the end, Milo only used her to get something else (Skin-Taker’s trust). It reminds me of how in real life, men often start relationships with women (and take advantage of their naivete) mostly because they want to use them for something else, like sex or free housework.

I also think maybe she represents women who are “props.” Women who have no significance (at least seemingly) other than their relationships with men. A good percentage of female characters in 1970s media fell into this role, so this would be another female role Janice would know of.

Sariah is not portrayed as having any depth. All we know about her is that she’s pretty and has 2 personality traits. She can and probably does have more to her personality, but the audience doesn’t need to know any more because the only thing that’s important about her is her relationship with Milo. He’s the one who matters—she’s just there to support and define him.

And this is something that I realized recently, but the wiki doesn’t actually say Sariah is Milo’s girlfriend. She’s only ever called his “love interest” or “the girl he likes,” which is more vague. She could very well have no relationship with Milo at all. And that’s so much WORSE to me because she could have zero interest in Milo, and yet her whole identity and her whole life (all the way to her death) is defined by him just because she was unfortunate enough to be the object of his attraction. She was doomed by the narrative to be a background character in his story no matter what she did.

LILLIAN

I don’t really have anything to add here. Lillian is obviously motherly. Like you explained, she’s comforting and protective. She’s also sensitive to others’ emotions, which is also a trait mothers are expected to have. Also, I didn’t notice this until now, but Lillian is the only character in Candle Cove who is a mother (unless you count Janice’s mother). So it checks out all around.

AUBURN

I don’t really have anything to add here either, BUT I’m gonna take this opportunity to talk about something that I find interesting:

Auburn is a little girl, and Boar is a grown and capable adult. And yet it’s Auburn who swears to kill Red Mary and avenge Lillian. Boar just tells Auburn that it’s impossible to kill her and leaves right after. Also, bear in mind that Boar and Lillian are described as “very close friends,” so it’s not like he has no reason to feel just as upset and vindictive as Auburn does. Anyway, I think this scene goes to show how intense Auburn is. She, a young and incapable girl, swears on her mother’s grave to do something impossible (kill an Abyssian), even when the adult, the more capable one, just shrugs his shoulders. Like, if Boar sees no point in trying to avenge Lillian, then it really shows Auburn’s vindictiveness that she’s dead set on it, even though she’s weaker compared to him.

SUNNY

I think Sunny represents women who present less femininely in order to be taken seriously. There are women like Red Mary who get their way by following the feminine role of being docile and obedient to curry favor from people, and then there are women who do the opposite: acting masculinely so that people will think they’re owed the same level of respect as men.

This is taken to the extreme with Sunny, who I think deliberately disguises herself as a man. The wiki makes it sound as though the Rubber Fishes simply don’t notice that she’s a woman, but I’m doubtful of that. Not only is she tomboyish—she doesn’t have any overtly feminine traits. She’s bald. She wears androgynous clothes. And yes, she could just be gender-nonconforming, BUT the wiki mentions that she has a feminine-sounding voice, but rarely talks. This leads me to think she keeps quiet deliberately in order to hide her voice, and hide her being a woman. And also, if this is deliberate, that the other ways she presents as masculine are also deliberate. My other support is that female pirates in history, like Anne Bonny and Mary Read, had to disguise themselves as men in order to be accepted by their pirate crews, so her crew thinking she’s a man could have been inspired by that.

While there aren’t many modern-day situations of women literally needing to pretend to be men to get ahead, less feminine women are seen as more deserving of respect than feminine women. For example, when women want to be taken seriously, common advice that’s given to them is along the lines of “Don’t wear so much makeup” or “Carry a briefcase instead of a purse.” There’s also the phenomenon of women saying they’re “not like other girls” as a way to BRAG, because according to them, not being interested in makeup or clothes or other feminine things make them better and more deserving of respect.

All that aside, I personally like to think that Sunny is just GNC by choice and that the Rubber Fishes would accept her all the same if they knew she was a woman, but I still think this interpretation is interesting.

SUSAN

The way you said that women are sexualized no matter what interests me because sirens as mythological creatures got sexualized. Listen: in Ancient Greek literature, they were these frightening bird-women who tempted people by offering to reveal secret knowledge to them, drawing them in by singing and playing instruments. Then in the Middle Ages, their unique traits were removed—no frightening looks, no arcane knowledge, no playing instruments, even—so that they could become these unoriginal, conventionally attractive mermaid/succubus-esque creatures that seduced sailors to kill them. Unsurprisingly, this is the interpretation that stuck. (Does anyone know of that image of some Overwatch character or whatever before and after she was “un-Tumblrized”? It’s exactly like that to me.)

Yeah, so as Janice is growing up, she’s probably being exposed to magazines and TV shows and what-have-you where most of the women are half-naked and doe-eyed and not serving any purpose in their media other than to look pretty, especially bearing in mind that Candle Cove takes place in the ‘70s, where women’s representation in media was even worse. So Susan represents that role for women—the sex object. Which is also, like you said, the way society wants women to be.

Susan isn’t reduced to being a sex object, though. She has an active role in the story, luring a ship to save the Laughingstocks. And heck, she’s actually very powerful, having almost sunk a whole fleet of ships in the past. It’s interesting, though, that her source of power (her singing), like everything else about her, is beautiful. It reminds me that no matter what they do, even if they have agency, society expects women to be beautiful and able to be sexualized as they’re doing it. Able to be turned into the mere sex objects that society wants them to be.

Also, the way that you said that her being chained represents how she’s trapped by men’s standards got me thinking…. Her clothes are basically lingerie, but what’s interesting to me is that they’re made of chains. This leads me to think that they’re not her own clothes, but clothes she’s forced to wear as a prisoner. Stripping people was (and still is) a common form of punishment, so it would make sense. And I sense some symbolism here too, with her clothes being made out of chains. Like, women are chained by society’s standard to be sexy. Pressured to wear revealing clothes or else be shamed and called a prude. Basically, she’s trapped, literally because she’s chained to the rock, and figuratively because society pressures her to be a sex object.

And one last point while I’m here: Even when she’s imprisoned, she continues to have perfect hair and doe eyes and revealing clothes. It reminds me of how, even in suffering and oppression, women are still expected by society to be pretty. (Does anyone know of that old trend on TikTok where women did makeup to make themselves look like they’ve been crying? Not as special effects makeup, but regular makeup to wear to look pretty? And think about how, even though crying realistically involves being puffy and having snot all over your face, this trend implies that women crying is seen as (and expected to be) beautiful by society? That’s one example.)

THE LAUGHINGSTOCK

@mewpirate posted a screenshot from the wiki that said something like, “the creators explained that Ms. Laughingstock isn’t supposed to represent a mother, but a boss,” so I think what you’re saying is actually canon. The wiki does say, now, that she considers herself to be Janice’s “substitute parent,” but still, I see her as a mother in a “head of the household” sense, not so much a “nurturer” sense. She orders people around (mostly Percy), like you said, and also briefs the audience at the beginning of each episode explaining what the characters do in that episode.

MRS. SKIN-TAKER

Mrs. Skin-Taker definitely seems like a housewife viewed from the perspective of her husband. She doesn’t do anything but nag, as if she’s an exaggeration created in her husband’s mind. Like, men get so pissy about their wives complaining now and again (instead of sitting quietly as women are supposed to /s) that they come to only see them as nags. She also kind of reminds me of how wives are portrayed in '70s sitcoms (written by men), so this could be where Janice learned this role from.

And also, she doesn’t have anything to her character other than being Skin-Taker’s wife. She’s basically a gender-swapped version of him. She doesn’t even have her own name—she’s just “Mrs. Skin-Taker.” She’s like his appendage, not an individual person. Although this may be justified, seeing that she was just a throwaway character for one episode and so wouldn’t be very fleshed-out.

You know, I often like to imagine that there isn’t any historically accurate misogyny in Candle Cove, and I didn’t think there was any historically accurate misogyny in Candle Cove based on what the wiki said, but… after reading your ask and then writing about it, I think maybe the creators of the wiki created it with the misogyny of the times in mind? Because a lot of these women seem like they were written a certain way because they’re a woman in the Golden Age of Piracy (like with Sunny needing to disguise herself as a man) or that they were written a certain way because they’re a female character in 1970s television (like with Sariah and Mrs. Skin-Taker being flat and only there to support the male characters).

On one hand, I like to think of Candle Cove as an escapist utopia where misogyny doesn’t exist, but on the other hand, I do like feminist themes in media and to use media to explore the struggles of being a woman. So I have mixed feelings about this, but all in all, it’s really interesting to think about. Media analysis is fun!!

Also, I feel like I should say thank you for reading this whole thing. Here, have some food to regain your energy with: 🍊🍎🥐🧀🥓🍳🍪☕🍫

[cure-typhoon]

i apologize for the wording in that ask lol. using the lalondes as an example again but better hopefully,, kid rose is sent in place of kid roxy and the same with their guardian counterparts. so rose grows up in post apocalyptic fish land with jake, jane, and dirk, while roxy is raised by guardian rose and is friends with john, jade, and dave. you can do this with any player duo like the captors, vantas’s etc but only just them. ur just swapping them around pre and post scratch. ig the question is more what swap would u be most intrigued by :)?

OHH thank you! English is not my first language and i get confused easily! sorry :b

Let's see... I'm assuming they grow up in the alternate universe and didnt just swap places out of nowhere with all their memories and all. Sooo, i think first one would be Feferi and Meenah /The Condesce and Beforus Feferi

It's kinda hard to imagine how some characters would be in different circunstances, as the enviroment is one of the primary things that shapes a person. But I doubt The Condesce/Adult Meenah in Beforus would be the same tyrant she was on Alternia. Meenah has been shown to be cruel (with bullying Damara so extremely that Damara straight up killed her) but also as someone who cares about their friends, like when she starts crying to June about Aranea.

So I think a Condesce rulling Beforus WOULD definitly change the way it is. First I really doubt they would have the Cuddling system the way Beforus Feferi had it, as Meenah literally tried to shape her team to become stronger, in the worst way possible and she ended up failling, but at least that was her plan. So Beforus in the rule of The Condesce would probably start to become like a less hellish Alternia?

But also Meenah was shaped by Beforus Feferi and not wanting to be like her so maybe The Condesce wouldnt have a need to try to make everything harsher? I think she would just be like, Royalty who is worshippped like Gods. Maybe she pulls up fight tournaments from time to time to not get bored and to shape the Trolls to not be ''lame''. This place is probably ridden with lots of inequality, but so was OG Beforus so its not that much of a change.

Basically she would be an uninterested Ruler who is just enjoying the fruits of being basically a Goddess to her people

Feferi in the place of Meenah HMMM, okey I really doubt the condesce in beforus would try to murder her, so at least she has that (And not taking care of Gl'bgolyb). So for starters Feferi would have like 100% less pressure but I feel she would have a God Complex.

Like OG Feferi where she wanted to help people but was obviously misguided, but here I feel she would straight up be like ''I can never be wrong'' and wants to overthrown the Condesce and kill her even though she Definitly Doesnt Need To Do That. But she is sending a message and telling everyone she is changing shit, well at least that was her OG plan before starting the Game as she found a way to make her Perfect World. She is not happy for the failling. I feel she would become like OG Aranea where she tries to be more relevant, she probably was in cahoots with Aranea in this timeline, besties in crime

She would probably be super studious and involved in everything, to try to become ''The Best Ruler That Beforus Will Ever SEA 38D''

(ignore that i forgot her horns)

About Beforus Feferi in Alternia

Like I feel she wouldnt try to change things in Alternia after coming to power, like I really doubt she is a fucking Nice ruler considering how Alternia is, but I think she has her doubts of how things are like, with how much unnecesary death there is. I think she would be a harsh and cruel ruler who definitly see's Lowbloods pitfully, but when she listens to the Sufferer's speechs and decides to meet with the him in private to hear his demand, I feel that The Handmaid would frame The Sufferer as if he was trying to murder Beforus Feferi and she would quickly change her mind.

Meenah in Alternia I really doubt would be having a good time, she would have to be feeding her lusus on her own, threat of murder with her ancestor, and the general Murderland that is Alternia

I don't think Beforus Feferi left the planet in this case or maybe she is much closer than the OG Condesce, pressuring Meenah to become a fit ruler for Alternia makes Meenah stressed

Like yes The OG Condesce went through similar stuff but i feel that Meenah being younger and also being influenced by her ancestor, her friendgroup, her lusus. She just wants to dip but she CANT with her lusus possibly killing everyone so she is very glad with the game starting soon

Okey this post is getting too long im doing another one later with the other swap!

[zigzigal]

Hey there! Sorry I was tired last night and didn’t see you had an ask box ^^’. Same question applies though; what do you think was wrong with Dibbles character in the movies? I think his best character portrayal was in Beverly Hills Cats.

Here we go! Again, glad you asked *Takes out the detective board* JDHDH /j. I also like the Dibble from the Beverly Hills movie btw! It's the best one so far. But the problem I mostly see is.... I'm pretty sure none of the writers think Dibble has an important role or they can't include him appropriately in the plot so they say “we don't need him, leave him away from the whole thing”. And he is in the background doing some stuff, being angry. Sometimes we see him helping but not too much so he doesn't take away too much screen, that hurts…maybe the writers think the kids could see him as a boring old man. Or they don't use him for anything more than humiliating him to make a joke (like in the 2011 movie). They don't seem to understand he is not the bad guy either and why he is not, I get they want the whole spotlight for top cat and his gang but they don't always do the right thing (money is always legal in Top cat’s mind even when it's not) and that's why we need the good guy with a good heart! The only one who can counteract this is Dibble, he can be harsh but also kind. But they don't show him like this in the movies?? Why? Acts like the average policeman when being a policeman is just PART of his personality. Sometimes he seems more relaxed/angry and not so paranoid when he should be, he knows them, he's known them for so long that I can't blame him for being paranoid (he said he is somehow married to them, time to understand how heavy is that), top cat is almost the meaning of trouble that’s why. And they can't expect me to not feel bad when they break their dynamic or not use it at all. So much potential….

Ehem, sorry, english is not my first language… there is a lot of stuff I want to write about them and how their characters can be used for more skdkd too much brainrot. I'm really thinking about drawing my own concept of what a good movie about top cat could be like!

[chaoticsealover]

A tale of serpents and dragons:Prologue

Aemond Targaryen x Martell OC

Hello everyone! Hope you all are doing fine :) I'm just passing by to drop the next part of this fic: the prologue. I hope you like it as much as I do, and again, feel free to comment whatever your feelings are while reading it and of course, I accept any kind of constructive criticism that you may have. Without further ado, I let you enjoy the prologue :) Enjoy your reading!

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Warnings: Curse words. Mention of ghosts. Mention of death.

Introduction |

King's Landing, 120 AC

The Red Keep silhouette towered over King’s Landing like a dragon, thought Nymeria, a big red dragon who has been converted into rock and forced to keep quiet and silent, with his roars and fire guarded into his stone heart. 

She has always dreamed of dragons: dragons that emerged from the sea, dragons whose wings were made of palms and flowers whose flight left a trace of jasmine scent, dragons whose throat threw out daggers of ice instead of fire, freezing everything around them when they passed by.  She didn’t remember when she started to dream about dragons, she just knew she did. It was something that has happened since she was a baby; at least it was something that happened since she can remember. Her father told her it was just a product of the stories her nana Sisi told her before sleeping, of dragons and gods, and of men who were closer to the realm of the gods than that of mankind.  But she didn’t agree with her father:  even if Sisi hadn’t told her those bed-time stories, she was sure her dragons were still going to come at her in dreams. It was inevitable. They were a part of her now. She didn’t tell her father that, of course, it would have just upset him, or worse, he would have called her childish. Although her father referred to her as child, affectionately by all means, she despised it. She was not a child. Well, maybe not an adult either, but she knew too much for being a child. She has devoured almost half of the library of the Old Palace. She now knew about flowers and plants, wild animals that lived beyond the wall, she knew about the philosophy of the great authors, and she even knew about how a woman came to be with children and the process of birthing (although that is something she preferred to store in the deepest corner of her mind and she vowed to never have children the first time she read about it).  Not only was she keen on learning the theoretical, but she was also versed in the art of the spear. Her father had initially wanted her to train with a sword, which she did for a time, but it bored her. Swords were harsh and cold, it didn’t feel like a companion to her. She knew how to handle it and how to use it, but it still didn’t feel like it was hers. But the spear, that was her calling. It was harsh too, but it was also graceful. The spear felt just like an elongation of her arm. The spear was hers as much as her own heart. 

She has convinced her father to let her bring her spear to King’s Landing with her after pleading to him for weeks and promising she would not cause any trouble with it. And there she was, sitting in her carriage, with Sisi to her left and her spear to the right.  Through the small windows she could see the streets crowded with people selling all kinds of products, from pigeon meat (which she hoped they would not serve for dinner) to wines imported from Dorne.  She knew they were closer to the Red Keep as Sisi was already combing her hair to look perfect and fixing her dress to “look like a western princess” she said. They have had arguments about this: why couldn’t she wear the dresses she wore at home? Or her fancy trousers she wore in the Old Palace when there was some important event? Her father had tried to explain to her how their customs were slightly different from theirs and that it would have been an offense for them if she would have appeared wearing those clothes there. Still Nymeria continued complaining about it with the hope to finally convince her father (as it always ended up happening) but this time it didn’t work as she was now wearing a not so comfortable pink toned dress with some intricate hair updo that was starting to give her headaches.   The narrow streets then opened to a square and they entered through the first doors of the Red Keep.  In her mind, when she entered the Red Keep there were going to be dragons flying around, dancing between them, spitting fire out of their mouths alongside their riders with silver hair and purple eyes who were almost gods. But what she found when they crossed the doors of the Red Keep wasn’t exactly as godly as she had imagined…

She stepped out of the carriage followed by her nana and stood next to her father just as she had been told. Her face must have been a mirror of her mind in that instant: there weren’t any semi-gods nor dragons, but in front of her stood an old man with blonde hair falling alongside the frames of his face and next to him a brunette woman with 3 silver-haired children. They definitely didn’t look like gods. The tall one looked like he has had 3 good nights of sleep in his entire life. Nymeria chuckled at her own thoughts. Next to him stood another boy, a little bit shorter than the other, with eyes that reminded her of the sea in Sunspear when her father let her go to the beach. But not a god, just a boy with pretty eyes she thought. The last one in line was a girl with long silver wavy hair. She had pretty hair, and a pretty face. But when Nymeria was to smile at her, she downed her eyes and left Nymeria with the impression she didn’t want to be her friend. How bored she was going to be if this was it. Maybe she could slip at night and go to the library to read. Or maybe she could convince her father to let her train with her spear and the other children.   Yes, she would do that. But when she was thinking about her spear, and the sea and the night getaways to the library, she was interrupted by her father.

“My daughter, Princess Nymeria Martell of Dorne”

This was the signal. She bowed as her father told her in front of, she supposed, was King Viserys. He looked old and tired, but had a warm smile on his face. He may not be the semi god she had wished to see, but he seemed nice at least and what one could hope for the gods to be kind at least? 

“My pleasure Princess Nymeria. I can still recall the first time I saw you when you were a baby” King Viserys' tone was tender and although his face was not the most pleasant to look at, his smile was kind and she found herself liking him more than she thought she would. 

“Well, I cannot quite remember it” the words flew out of her mouth without a second thought. She felt her father tense up next to her and it only took her a look at the Queen and the children's faces to see that her answer was not appropriate for the situation. After hesitating for a few seconds, she tried to fix her slight mistake by adding  “Your Grace”.

King Viserys burst out laughing and so his nervous father seemed to relax again and all of them let out little laughs “A fierce little one. I like this one”.

That same night Nymeria found herself in bed earlier than she was used to. Her nana Sisi has promised her that if she went to bed early, she could train with her spear the next day in the morning, otherwise, she would not have enough time for it. So, half happy and half resigned, she went to that big old wooden bed which made her feel like she was being swallowed by a whale. No matter how hard she tried to fall asleep, it was an impossible mission: she drank the glass of water on the nightstand, tried to focus on her sleep, and even tried to sleep with her head at the feet of the bed. But it proved to be a hopeless matter. Pissed at herself, she woke up and sat in a chair next to the window. King’s Landing was splashed with a million little lights in every corner and the noisy sounds of the capital were almost imperceptible. She kept looking through the window with the hope that one of the dragons came to greet her, and even maybe, he would let her touch him and then she would tell him about her dream dragons and how she waits for them every night to come back to her. But it never happened and she just kept looking at the infinite row of buildings and never-ending streets of the capital. How she wished that at least she could have a book right now… Well, maybe… maybe she could? She remembered how when talking with the king and telling him about her love of books, he had told her how her chamber was going to be next to the library, in the same part as the chambers of the rest of the royal family.

Nymeria quickly stood up and convinced about going on with this little adventure, she put on the silky robe that Sisi had packed from Dorne. It smelt like jasmine and orange blossom, and it reminded her of the long walks in the gardens of the Old Palace with her father. How she wished she was there now. But she wasn’t and she was in dire need of a book, any book, it didn’t even need to be a good one, just an entertaining one that would either keep her reading all night or otherwise, made her fall asleep in the first few pages. It would work anyway.  With this though in her mind, she cautiously opened the door of her room. To her surprise, the guard stationed there was peacefully sleeping like a baby, even a trickle of drool was falling from his mouth. Well, this was going to be as easy as stealing a lemon pie from Sisi’s tray. Carefully, she stepped out of the chamber and closed the door silently. Then, she walked down the hall following the vague instruction the king gave her.  According to his indications, the library was supposed to be at the start of the next hall, just a minute or so more walking. To her surprise, the halls were almost in complete darkness and although she prized herself to be brave, the truth was that all the haunting stories she had ever heard about the Red Keep were crossing her mind. Maegor the Cruel had killed every person who was working in the construction of the keep, so, maybe, their ghosts had stayed there forever to haunt the little girls who dared to escape their rooms at night. Her spear, she needed her spear. She would feel safe, if she had it with her, she could fight every enemy that she found in this gloomy hall. Suddenly, she heard a little crack behind her and she could swear she saw the shadow of a big man after her. Nymeria then found all the bravery and strength she could in her little body and ran till she was out of breath and could touch the doorknob of what King Viserys had told her it was the library. In an instant, she opened the door and closed it behind her. Nymeria could feel her heart in her chest; it was going so fast that she thought the entire keep could hear the pumping of blood through her veins. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath: she was at the library, she was just safe. It was in this instant when she heard a noise behind her and armed with all the courage she had left, turned ready to put up a fight with whatever was following her. She turned abruptly, and she was faced by the immensity of the sea of Dorne in those mornings after a storm. For a brief moment, she could swear she was at home looking at that same sea. 

But it was not the sea of Dorne which was in front of her, but the silver-haired boy with pretty eyes. His eyes were looking at her perplexed and Nymeria felt embarrassed about her attitude. She must have looked stupid. Like a lost little girl. She hated that. She was not a little girl anymore. They both keep looking at each other in silence, without speaking to each other. It’s awkward, though Nymeria, so she decided to speak up but before she could open her mouth to say anything, the boy pronounced some words.

“I didn’t know I was going to have company tonight” The boy hesitated for a few seconds before adding in a whisper “Are you okay… princess?” Nymeria felt her cheeks reddened and building up courage she answered as calmly and collected as she could.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, I was just looking for a book. They didn’t let me bring one from home” 

The boy looked at her, hummed and returned to the desk in which he was seated with a book. What was she going to do now? What was the correct thing to do? Stay and choose a book? Leave and do like anything has happened? Well, that would be even weirder than this. So Nymeria stayed and wandered about the library. The thing was that the library wasn’t even that big and even though she tried to disappear from the boy’s sight it was almost impossible. She tried to focus on looking at the titles of the books but all of them seemed to be pretty boring books about herbs or either way some old ragged books about laws. She didn’t know if it was better to have stayed at her chambers. At least she wouldn’t be in this situation with the boy with ocean eyes. 

“I don’t think you are going to like anything in that section. It’s pretty boring” The boy spoke up and Nymeria turned to face him “At least I don’t find anything there quite… entertaining”

Nymeria looked at him and his hair. It was frizzy, but the light of the candles made the silver of his hair look the same color as the sand of Dorne. He is pretty, she thought. How she has wished to look like that: silver-haired, blue deep ocean eyes. But no, she was there, with her common brown hair and her normal brown eyes. How boring she must look to him. How oddly ordinary she felt in that instant. But she was not going to show that to him. She may look ordinary, but she was a Martell with the blood of the Rhoynar and the first men.  Finding new and renovated confidence in her looks after all, she answered back.

 “Oh, then, what would you recommend Prince…? I’m sorry; I’m not quite good with names”

“Aemond, my name is Aemond” The little prince looked calm, as if he was not bothered at all by the fact that she didn’t know his name. Would she be mad if he didn’t know her name? Well, she couldn’t be, right? She didn’t remember his, but she felt like it would be nice if he at least remembered her name. She found herself wishing he remembered her name “I don’t know what you like, but I enjoy this one” He lifted up one of the books from the desk and Nymeria stood up next to him, she was so close she could almost touch him. 

“It’s about Old Valyria Princess Nymeria” He remembered her name. He knew who she was.  Not knowing why, Nymeria felt her cheeks heaten up again. What was happening that night to her? 

“Do you know about Old Valyria Princess?” She looked at his face, he looked thrilled, almost enchanted by those words. Of course she knew about Old Valyria, and about dragons, and about all the tragedies that have occurred there. She was fascinated by it. Sisi had told her everything about it, and even though she had the certainty the book couldn’t tell her anything she didn’t already knew about dragons and semi gods, she accepted the book in his hands.

“My nana Sisi told me about it. And about dragons and how their scales are even bigger than you and me” The little prince let out a little funny laugh.

“Well, some of them are not that big yet. Have you ever seen one?” 

“No” Her little eyes looked at him. She was lying to him: she has seen dragons. Her dream dragons. She knows their wings, and their eyes and she knows the smell of their burning hearts. Like blood. 

“My brother and my sister have one. And my nephews.  They are not that big” She could perceive a hint of resentment in his tone. Does he not have a dragon?

“And yours? How is your dragon?” The silence invaded the room for a few seconds. Nymeria was starting to think that maybe the question wasn't appropriate. Prince Aemond looked at her nervously.

“No, but I will have one”

His voice was clear but behind it a curtain of sadness veiled his face. She knew that sadness, that anger too. No one ever believed her about her dragons, which were all too real for her. She could touch them and fly with them, and they would answer to her voice. In that moment, she felt connected to that little boy who claimed himself to be a prince but inside he was just afraid of being little more than a kid. Just like her. He needed this future dragon, as well as she needed her dream dragons. They were just shadows of the tomorrow, of their own dreams and their own nightmares. They were children playing a game of chess they yet needed to understand. 

So she told him all about her dream dragons. Nymeria didn’t know why she trusted him, but she did. She knew he could have laughed at her, told her she was crazy, that it was just dreams. But he didn’t do that. He listened to her, like he cared about her dragons. His ocean eyes were staring directly at her, glistening with eagerness and hope and Nymeria felt the words fall out of her mouth, unable to stop. He understood her. That’s all she needed. 

That night, both kids sat there, in the middle of the library among books about love ballads, battles and wars telling each other stories about imagined dragons and unborn ones, unaware of their fates collapsing and intertwining together for the rest of eternity. They didn’t know at that moment, but Aemond Targaryen and Nymeria Martell would have many more nights together to talk about dragons and dreams. How they wished to have known at that instant years later. But isn’t that what always happens with time? It will always win the race.

TAGS: @blue-serendipity

[abiiors]

I've always been a big reader, I used to read 3 books a month in high-school, I toned it down as I got older and busier but I try to still read st least 6 books in a year (maybe a bit less if I pick up a big one) just vecause it's a nice way to relax, I used to struggle a bit but I found if I put it down, walked away and came back it was usually easier to keep reading.

Also keep going with der vorleser it's well worth it, bit of a brave one to pick for remembering your German though, especially because its written with some proper old German in parts. Even I struggled a bit cause I grew up speaking modern German from the Eastern part of the black forest so very regional.

Don't be too harsh on yourself if reading is hard or you don't do it much, I've found that if you keep pushing it just makes it harder because you hate it even more, there's no rush and going at your own pace and when the mood strikes makes it so much easier I've found.

Mach weiter damit, Liebling, ich bin stolz auf dich

(Excuse my grammar im not the best at writing in German despite it being my first language lol, I am fully fluent but I'm useless at typing it)

Yes yes, I realised that it wasn't perhaps the most conventional choice. In my defence, I saw a review of it by someone who read the English translation. I learnt super textbook german so not really many dialects (the person who taught me is from Heidelberg so maybe that???)

Like you said, I miss being the person who used to devour books in school but I have been really into audiobooks lately so that should help with it. I can listen to them on my way to and from work

aber ich bin sehr dankbar für die Ermutigung und ja ich brauche es unbedingt.

[the-time-are-ending]

No, my father is not Elon Musk. It's almost a shame, because if that were the case, at least I would be guaranteed university, but hey, at least I don't have any blood from that phenomenon.

Your father sounds strange, and mine is too. We are a bunch of marginalized people, my whole family. Apparently, my mother and father are very obviously autistic but they never knew they were autistic and had kilos of trauma. My father didn't cheat on my mother either or so I think, he's not that kind of asshole. His mistreatment was based on emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, gaslighting and the whole misogyny package. He had many children before my mother, he is even still legally married to the mother of his first daughter! although he says that marriage is nonsense and is strongly against the government and being recognized by it.

My father is not related to money in that way, and that is what seems strangest to me. How does your father live like this? How can he breathe every second with that paranoia eating his head? Maybe it has to do with not really knowing how to relate to money. my parents are very proud radical punk anarchists and they raised us to feel those kinds of things like social justice and being part of the proletariat, hating bourgeois. I came out kind of crooked because now, I don't like things or money either (I can't stand having it nor do I covet it at all, it brings more problems than benefits) so I think maybe the experiment turned out well for them (?

oh well. All this means that when my mother got involved with him (when she was like 19 and he was 28. call the fooking cops) they experienced pure madness and decided that they would stay together for "some reason" (clearly the manipulative sociopath narcissism of that man ). , hell) and they had 4 beautiful children more autistic than Sheldon Cooper, but since they were also autistic and didn't know it, they thought that these children were totally and completely normal. They raised us practically locked up at home with just them and us to have social interactions because surprise! Neither my mother nor father have friends and they don't interact with people, much less take them to their house. so we are literally the ninja turtles, locked up and waiting for a world where we are not welcomed by strangers. piece of cake.

The strangest thing about that man is that he preaches all the values ​​of community, respect and that the people must be united. but all his actions challenge his beliefs. Whether it is his misogyny, his contempt for religious people to a sickening extreme, his paranoia with others, distrust of the society he is supposed to love… he is a different man.

I'm happy not to see him at all because he has had a personal vendetta against me since I was 4 years old because I would rather be with my mother than put up with his screams and complaints about her and us and then go for a walk with him and pretend that he is a great father ( Why would it be? It makes me sad that my siblings still depend emotionally on him and I wish with all my soul that he was a good man and father for them, but I don't think he ever will be.

and well, now I have unburdened myself very clearly. Jesus. Rereading it it sounds pathetic. I've always been a crybaby girl, I guess.

Maybe your father works for the men in black and all you know about him is loose data about all the things he has to say and pretend to do to hide the existence of aliens from you.

Are you and your family okay after all that? sounds harsh. especially with his contact being cut off. I know it can be difficult.

Sorry if you don't understand something, English is not my first language.

a drawing of Doth, the masterpiece

@thedawningofthehour

So, I was reading Third From the Son, DOTH, by Faiakishi, and I got to that infamous moment where Galois yells at Leo about his brother being dead and being consumed by crabs at the bottom of the ocean. If in itself the scene of him on the verge of a mental breakdown due to the sadness, confusion and guilt (among other emotions) that thinking about Donatello causes him and his ending brought me strong images, this definitely cements them. As is my custom, I had to use my older sibling's cell phone to draw.

I did my best, don't strangle me too hard. I tried!

I really like this work and its construction, not only of characters, but of worlds. I had made other drawings before, but I didn't dare to upload them. hope you like.

[matryosika]

Inhale me

pairing — jisung x reader

word count — 9.3k

warnings — all the actions depicted are consensual. college au, stoner!jisung, slight perv!jisung, really really loving/soft jisung, recreational use of drugs, sex under the influence, slight corruption, praise kink, use of pet names, dry humping, nipple play, masturbation (f), use of toys (dildo), oral sex (m + bls), size kink (jisung is BIG), mentions of contraception, unprotected sex (piv), creampie

note — another "drabble" that turned out into a 9,000 words fic (lmao whats new). this was inspired by a hard thought someone left on my asks, @spilledtee brilliant mind about stoner!jisung and i also took some inspiration from @planetdream latest asks about dildo training (even though its not really that, it has some elements of it haha!). hope you enjoy, please remember english is not my first language and i haven't read this so i apologize for any mistakes in advance.

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“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Beyond making you feel uncomfortable, it made you feel nervous.

Whether Jisung knew the power he held in his gaze or not was beside the point, but it was the fact that he was so lost in your image that made you curious about his current thoughts.

“I'm trying to remember what I dreamt last night,” he replied, nonchalantly. As if that was the most casual conversation to have with someone you were barely close with. “You were there but I just don’t know what the dream was about”.

“Well, that is the least helpful thing for our project right now,” you muttered, eyes latched to every word you were attempting to read. “Try to be more productive and maybe you can go back and sleep —see if you remember it there.”

“I was just trying to distract your mind for a little bit,” Jisung defended, mocking pain at your lack of interest.

“I don’t need you to distract me,” you huffed, still bothered at the fact that you hadn’t been able to focus on your final project —not even when he was quiet— and all because his sole presence made you unsteady. “And you brought that allegedly to keep you focused but all you have done so far is staring at me like I am the first woman you ever see”.

Logically, you weren’t.

But, fancifully, Jisung affirmed you were.

The memory of the first time he ever saw you suddenly struck his mind: sitting at the front row of the class with a lost gaze, one that didn’t even bother to look at him as he entered the classroom and walked towards the last seat available, —or at least that was what the thought, that you didn’t know about his existence until the day you were paired in a project with him.

But truth is, you knew about him.

The smell of his cologne mixed with faint cigarette smoke and mint made you look at him until your eyes met his buff body taking a seat in a strategic place, one that he especially chose to be able to look at you.

And he spent the whole semester that way, admiring you from afar.

Thinking about you, desiring you, fantasizing about you.

But only from afar.

Tonight, he had you just a few centimeters away from you and he couldn’t help but get lost in yourself. All of you, from the perfect curvature of your lashes to the way your fingers traced the words in the textbook, fantasizing about the paper sheet being his skin and how it would feel to have your fingers dragging along it.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, noticing how Jisung was probably taken aback by the harsh way you were delivering your words. “I’m just too stressed”.

“I can tell”.

“I want to finish this as soon as possible,” you admitted, softly tapping the highlighter against the hard cover of the book a few times. “The sooner we finish this, the sooner each of us will be able to move on to other assignments and final projects”.

Impressively, you weren’t too rushed to get it done as you presumed to be.

Before Jisung arrived at your place, your mind drifted away to a series of unexplored scenarios and unknown ideas. Him, his gaze, his hands, his warmth, just all of him near you made you feel light-headed, and you couldn’t deny the disappointment of the project meeting being that —a project meeting.

“Are you stressed?” he asked you, looking right at you with eyes that could hide nothing more than mischief. You knew where this could probably lead to but, if anything, the only thing you feared was the lack of experience.

“I have never tried it before,” you replied, pretending to be busy highlighting random things here and there. “If that’s what you were going to offer me”.

“It’s not as revolutionary as people claim it to be,” Jisung mumbled, opening his backpack to reveal a small container along with a dark blue glass pipe and a lighter, “But it sometimes helps”.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you mumbled while slowly shaking your head. “I would rather do it with a friend than with you”.

“You don’t trust me?”

“It’s not that,” you sighed, leaving the super interesting lecture in front of you to look at him, “but I don’t want to cause you any trouble”.

“Don’t worry,” he softly laughed, licking his lips at the faint smell of weed as soon as he opened the container. “I’m not going to give you more than you can handle”.

“What about the project?” you asked him, bringing up any excuse you could to avoid accepting his proposal. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or that you weren’t curious about what it felt, but you were concerned about how the next few hours were going to go. “If we don’t finish it by tonight, we-”

“It’s alright if you don’t want to do it, you know?” he questioned you as his fingers worked the product on the small bowl, flattening it ever so slightly. “I just asked because it seems like you could use it, but I am not forcing you or anything”.

“I just-” you tilted your head as you pondered your answer, your eyes lost in the way his slim fingers maneuvered the weed on the pipe. “I don’t want to look silly; you know —like when you drink or smoke cigarettes for the first time”.

“Everyone looks silly the first time they smoke pot,” he replied in such a casual way that it made you feel embarrassed for never trying it before. “So, you don’t need to worry about that”.

“You go first,” you told him as if he hadn’t done it a thousand times before, closing the textbook and leaving it right next to the mess of paper sheets you had scattered around on the floor.

“Alright,” he breathed with a smile, one that you had seen every now and then but that never failed to make you feel like a giggly teenager.

He held the blue pipe to his mouth with his left hand while the other one reached for the lighter resting on the floor, guiding it closer to the small bowl. For some odd reason you thought the process was far longer, but all he had to do was to light up the herbs and suck in the smoke.

As soon as he released the pipe out of his mouth, his whole body relaxed while his head rolled slightly back, exhaling a few remains of the smoke. It almost looked as if he had been drowning in water for the past hour and that was his very first contact with fresh air.

“You were stressed too?” you teased him, noticing how less tense he looked after the first hit.

He wasn’t just ready to say it and you were not ready to know it, but truth was that he felt nervous.

He felt nervous when his eyes scanned the list with the pairing for the sociology research and he felt even more nervous when you approached him, inviting him to your place to do work together.

He smoked a bit before coming to your place as he tried to ease himself, but it soon backfired on him, getting completely lost in the feeling of his high and your presence.

“Something like that, yeah,” Jisung replied, licking his lips after the smoke dried them out. “I mean, I don’t do it too often —in case you were curious”.

“Good,” you whispered, one of your hands brushing against your nape as you realized that it was your turn now.

“Do you want to try it or-”

“Yeah,” you rushed to reply, bravely. “But I have no idea how to”.

Jisung moved from his seat on the floor all the way to yours, softly kneeling next to you while you were still sitting cross-legged. You couldn’t help but hold your breath as soon as you felt the warmth of his body oozing into yours, realizing that this was the very first time that you were close enough to hear his breathing.

You tried to take the pipe from his hands, but he was quick to stop you. “Let me do it for you,” he softly cooed, guiding the mouthpiece to your lips.

Jisung couldn’t help but feel a spark of electricity traveling through his veins as he witnessed the scene: you, with your lips attached to the glass and your doe —almost scared— gaze looking up at him.

It was embarrassing —how turned on he got by so little— but that wasn’t something unusual. Or at least not when it came to you. You could be doing anything, really, and yet he would always find himself getting hard just by the sole sight of you.

“I am going to hold it like this,” he murmured, trying to abandon his filthy thoughts of you, “and as I bring the flame to the weed, you are going to start sucking in very gently, like when you suck on a straw”.

You nodded.

He lighted the chunk of herbs and then lifted his gaze to meet your half-lidded eyes. As soon as the weed burnt, he uncovered a small hole located at the side of the bowl.

“Keep on sucking,” he told you, his finger covering and uncovering the small hole on the side one more time. “Let it get to your lungs”.

For a minute you thought you had it but, as soon as he withdrew the pipe from your lips and you felt an itching sensation on your throat, you started coughing.

The taste was too strong as well, even terrible.

“It’s alright,” he cooed as he palmed your back, watching the smoke escaping out of your mouth.

“Told you I didn’t want to look silly,” you managed to mumble with a troubled voice.

“And I told you everyone looks silly the first time they do it,” he replied while his fingers reached out for your chin, lifting your face so that your eyes could meet his. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, the touch of his fingers against your skin made you feel dizzy, and you couldn’t figure out if it was that or the awful taste in your tongue.

“Good,” he whispered, taking the pipe with the highlighter again.

His eyes soon spotted the mouthpiece that had been previously attached to your lips and the thought of being able to press his lips against it after you only fueled his filthy desires even more.

With a swift movement, he repeated the process again, inhaling the smoke and letting out only a small amount. It was arousing, how beautiful he looked with his furrowed eyebrows and his eyes fixed on the flame each time he lighted it up.

The way the smoke fell out of his lips was an image you wished to have engraved in your mind. He looked good doing that, maybe a little bit too much.

“Do you want to try again?” he asked you, moving from his kneeling position to sit down right next to you with his legs extended on the floor.

“It felt awful,” you mumbled with a grimace of disgust on your face. “The burnt taste of it… I didn’t like it”.

“I didn’t like it either at first,” he replied, rolling his head back until it met the sides of your mattress. “It’s not that I adore it now, but it has definitely become bearable”.

“How often do you smoke?” you asked him.

“Every now and then,” he mumbled, “I try to do it only when I feel like I need it though, never out of fun”.

“Did you need it before coming in here?” you asked him, pushing aside the smoke. He kept quiet for a second while he looked at you, wondering how you had noticed since he was very careful about consuming just the right amount so that he would relax, especially because it was you who he was meeting. “Your eyes were red when you got here and you were a bit clumsy, only staring at me the whole time”.

Well, the latest issue wasn’t really because he was high.

It was an usual occurrence.

“I was nervous,” he admitted, licking his dry lips as he stared at the glass pipe.

“Because of the project?”

“Because of you,” Jisung murmured, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him.

You tilted your head, your heart racing at a thousand miles per hour as you processed his last words. Because of you.

“You were nervous about meeting me?”

“I was nervous about having to be alone with you,” he continued, feeling much more relaxed than he thought he would feel while voicing out his thought out loud. “You don’t talk much and neither do I, I just didn’t want it to be uncomfortable and-”

“You are rambling”.

“I know”.

A few silent moments passed by, ones that weren’t uncomfortable to you nor Jisung. If anything, the tension of the environment felt almost pensive.

And as he was thinking about how overwhelming it felt to have your arm touching his, you were thinking about how intimidating his presence felt in a personal space as your bedroom was.

“I want to try again,” you interrupted the silence, feeling Jisung’s face turning to you. “I won’t waste it this time, I promise”.

The dark-haired smiled at your comment and kneeled in front of you again, refusing to give you the things so you would do it yourself.

He wanted to see you trying to do it, but he wanted to be the one doing everything for you, teaching you how to properly smoke. So you just remained still as he guided the mouthpiece to your lips, your gaze lifting up to meet his again and you started growing to like that position where he was looking slightly down on you and you were looking slightly up to him.

“Remember,” he mumbled. “Suck gently once I bring the flame to the weed and keep on sucking after they turn black”.

You nodded and followed his command, getting lost in the way he looked too concentrated on lighting up the bowl and releasing the small hole on the side.

Successfully, you managed to feel not only your throat but your lungs burning —as if it was some sort of reward— and the amount of smoke you exhaled was much less than your first time. The urges of coughing still appeared, but they were much more easy to handle them than the previous attempt.

“Good job,” he cooed and you felt your insides burning at the compliment. “It is not that hard, is it?”

“One more time,” you pleaded him, now more confident in your recently acquired skills. Skills as in learning how to not cough after smoking pot.

“You should wait a minute or two if it starts to kick in first,” he advised still kneeling in front of you. “We still have all night”.

He smoked again and you counted, this was his 3rd. time. His eyes were starting to get a bit red but, overall, his behavior didn’t change at all.

Of course, he was a frequent consumer, unlike you.

“I don’t feel anything other than a tingling sensation on my legs,” you mumbled, looking at him who was already looking at you.

“One more is all you are getting,” he added, repeating the same process all over again. “I don’t want to expose you too much to it”.

“You already did,” you mumbled with a smile, leaning forward so that your lips could meet the glass again.

At that moment, Jisung thought that if love at first sight was an actual thing, this was ten times more intense than it. The way you smiled at him with your cheeks slightly tinted and your half-lidded eyes just a bit red was a sight that he was most definitely not going to forget.

You were addictive, more than any substance he had tried so far.

“Inhale,” he whispered, doing all the work, “exhale”.

One successful hit again and you were starting to feel a bit light-headed. Not in a negative way, but it was a new feeling.

“Is kicking it, isn’t it?” he asked you, sitting next to you again. You only nodded; your gaze completely lost in his. “I can tell by how clumsy you look, just staring at me”.

You let out a soft laugh, teased by how he used the same words you had given him earlier that night.

“Do I make you nervous?” you asked him, not being able to look away from his side profile that seemed to be craved by the gods themselves. “Because you do make me nervous”.

“Why would I make you nervous,” he questioned you back, softly laughing at your statement, “when you are basically every men’s dream?”

“Am I yours?”

Jisung stared at the floor for a while, unsure of what to answer.

Of course, he knew the answer, but why would he give it to you when you two barely knew each other? Yes, I have been staring at you for over six months in silence while having all sorts of fantasies about you. No, that was not such an answer you could give to an almost stranger.

“It definitely hit you,” he murmured, smiling at the sudden boldness the weed brought out of you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, staring at the full-length mirror in front of you and watching how his chest rose every time he breathed. One, two, three, four… you counted every single time you felt it.

Soon, his body moved again trying hard not to disturb your position, since he enjoyed the warmth your body provided. Only this time, his arms moved to guide the pipe all the way to his lips, taking one more hit.

You watched his movements becoming a bit slower, almost as if he was being too careful to do it less fast than before. The process being the same as he taught you: ignite, inhale, release, inhale, withdraw, exhale.

He lit up the remaining weed, inhaled it and removed the pipe from his lips. However, as soon as his lips lost contact with the glass, his face turned right to yours. The hand that was holding the lighter reached out to grab your chin, lifting your face up from his shoulder, and he tilted his head against yours.

It seemed like he was about to kiss you, but he didn’t.

Instead, he exhaled the smoke carefully. You, on the other hand, inhaled it.

His eyes were attached to yours the whole time while his soft hand was resting under your chin and, for a moment, you felt a strange tension inside you.

Down there.

“Good girl,” he praised you, making your thighs squeeze together at the compliment.

You licked your lips in despair after having his lips so close to yours without leaning in for a kiss, and you wondered if it was ever going to happen such a thing.

“Again,” you mindlessly demanded. “I want to hit it again”.

Jisung knew it wasn’t a good idea to give you a direct hit since it was your first time smoking and what you have had was more than enough for a beginner, but he was also smart enough to know why you asked him to.

He drove the pipe again to his lips, only breaking the eye contact to focus on lighting up the weed. He repeated the now-familiar progress and, just like the last time, he leaned on to exhale the smoke right on your mouth.

You gladly took it in, and it was only a matter of time before his lips crashed into yours still with smoke remaining inside each other’s mouths.

You couldn’t know if it was the weed kicking in, the fact that it was Jisung you were kissing or the combination of both, but that was the best kiss someone had ever given you.

Started off slowly, tasting you. He dragged the tip of his tongue against your lips, only to capture the lower one between his teeth while he pulled it gently. He then dived in again, moving your lips roughly but slowly, almost as if he had been waiting the whole night just to have the privilege to kiss you.

Little did you know, he had been waiting six months.

Your tongue met his and, thereafter, your mind slowly drifted to another world of euphoria that you couldn’t quite understand.

The kiss became sloppier but never lost its slow pace. You felt like melting between his arms while your whole skin burned in desire to be touched by his hands.

You wanted him to. You wanted him to drag his hands over your body, ease the blazing sentiment on you.

Soon, the room felt too hot, and your clothes felt too uncomfortable. The wetness between your thighs increased by the second and you couldn’t tell if this was heaven or it was hell.

And Jisung couldn’t tell if you were a gift from the gods above or a temptation from the underworld. He couldn’t tell how the sweet, pure image of you drew the worst desires out of him. He couldn’t begin to understand how an angelic creature like you wanted to make him sin.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered between kisses, feeling his hardened bulge getting painful as the kiss progressed. “So fucking beautiful, baby”.

Your arms laced behind his neck and you used that as leverage to straddle him, positioning your clothed heat right on top of his bulge.

“Am I?” you queried, rolling your hips on top of him while continuing the kiss. “Do you think I am pretty?”

“The prettiest”.

His hands rested on your hips, guiding your movements on top of him while a few moans fell from your lips.

“Have you ever thought about fucking me?” you bluntly asked him, your lips grazing against his but not diving completely in for a kiss.

“All the fucking time,” he breathed, his eyes fixed on your swollen lips. “Ever since I saw you for the first time, that’s everything I’ve been able to think about”.

“And when you see me,” you panted, feeling your accelerating breathing matching Jisung’s, “what is it that you think about?”

Your hips continue grinding against his, feeling how much harder he got as the moans and whines fell from your mouth.

“I think about laying you down on any nearest surface and fucking you until you cum,” he mumbled against your lips, head still dizzy from your taste. “And even then, I wouldn’t stop until you ask me to”.

That was one of his fantasies. Making you cum.

He didn’t want to fuck you for his own pleasure but for yours. He wanted to see you at the highest point of your climax, eyes watering and legs trembling from the overwhelming sensations he knew he could make you feel.

“Were you thinking about fucking me when we were doing the project earlier today?”

“Yes,” he admitted, attaching his lips to your neck.

“What exactly were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about your body,” he mumbled, almost out of breath. “About how good it would look underneath my care, reacting to every single thing I do to you”.

“Do you want to know what I do whenever I feel stressed?” you asked him, out of the blue. Jisung interrupted his kisses to look at you with confusion imprinted on his face and heavy breathing that —for a second— felt awkward.

“Sure,” he replied, taken aback by the sudden question.

Your body lifted from his and he sighed at the lack of contact, missing your warmth even after just a few seconds of being away from his.

You walked all the way to one of your nightstands, pulling out a drawer and grabbing one of your most recent purchases. One that you hadn’t used but you were excited to try.

“I bought this not too long ago,” you murmured, walking all the way back to Jisung, who was still sitting on the floor with his legs extended. “And I want you to help me”.

Jisung’s heartbeats started going faster than before at the sight of what was resting between your small hands.

You kneeled in front of him, placing the dildo against the floor and right in front of the full-length mirror on the white wall of your bedroom.

“I’ve heard that being high enhances your senses,” you mumbled, feeling Jisung’s heavy gaze diverting from your angelic face to the toy in front of you. “And one of my fantasies is for someone to watch as I play with myself”.

Of course, he wanted to fuck you. It wanted to be him the one inside you rather than a pretty, transparent dildo, but he was in no position to turn your proposal down. Not when you were kneeling in front of him with your hands resting on your thighs and your mouth watering at the desire of being filled.

“Is that okay?” you softly asked him at the lack of response.

Instead of giving you a proper answer, he stood up from the floor and walked all the way to you, descending in a squat in front of you.

“I will only agree to it if you watch yourself too,” Jisung murmured, earning a confused look from you. “Ride the dildo while you look at yourself in the mirror”.

Your face heated up at his request, but you couldn’t turn it down. Not when the idea was rather appealing, even more than your initial one.

Your skin burned again at the touch of Jisung’s skin against yours, his hand slowly lifting your oversized hoodie only to find a pair of pajama shorts and panties underneath it.

You weren’t wearing anything underneath, —not even a shirt or a bra—, and his cock twitched at the idea of your nipples hardening at random moments throughout the night as you felt the soft fabric of the hoodie against them.

After thinking that, he realized that you were naked in front of him.

It took him a few seconds to process it, but you were naked in front of him.

And it was better than whatever it was that he had dreamed about.

You were better than whatever it was that he had dreamed about.

“You are so-” Jisung’s breath got caught up in his throat and, for a moment, he thought he was dreaming. There was no way it was real, that you were kneeling in front of him completely naked and ready to let him witness something as intimate as touching yourself was. “Fuck, you are so pretty”.

You gave him a sweet smile, one that you utterly felt as euphoria.

Even though you had been pretty fast forward throughout the night, that wasn’t anything like you. No, you wanted him to guide you. To take care of you. To help you use your new toy and praise you throughout the whole process, telling you how good you were doing and how fucking attractive you looked with the dildo deep inside of you.

“Is that what you think?”

“That is what I know”.

Your heart throbbed at his words, wanting to run into his arms and let him fuck you until the sun came up.

“Turn around, baby,” he ordered you, immediately positioning himself and kneeling right behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist while his hands mischievously dragged through your whole body. “Do you now understand why I think you are the most beautiful woman ever to exist?”

“You are just saying that because you are high,” you giggled, feeling your nipples hardening each time his cold finger rings touched your skin.

“I think of you as the most beautiful woman ever to exist even when I am sober,” he scoffed, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. “But if you don’t want to believe me, that’s on you”.

Your hand stroke the dildo a few times as you watched the lewd scene in the mirror, thinking that the room couldn’t get any hotter than that. Still, you wondered how Jisung had all his clothes on without feeling the need to rip them off.

“You might want to suck on it first, don’t you think?” he asked you, observing how pretty you looked with your lost gaze in the toy.

His hand reached out for it and he guided it all the way to your mouth, resembling the past actions with the pipe and the weed. Only this time, you were actually feeling nervous about completing such a task.

“Open wide, baby,” he mumbled, brushing the tip of it against your wetted lips. “Take it all in”.

Little by little, Jisung pushed the toy inside of your mouth.

“Eyes on you, not me,” he added as soon as he caught you staring at him, your gaze fixed in how concentrated he looked while stretching your mouth.

Almost as if he was memorizing that lewd sight to engrave it in his mind forever.

“Do you want more or is that enough?” he asked you and you just nodded, letting him know that you were still able to take a few more centimeters. “We have to stretch that pretty mouth enough if you want to take mine”.

Your cunt clenched around thin air at his words, desperately wanting to move on from your actual task to just get fucked by him. But you were already in front of the mirror and your mouth was already drooling around the fake cock, so you went through with it.

“Drool all over it,” he mumbled, lost in the way your plump lips wrapped around the toy. “Get it wet”.

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the weed, but he swore he had never been that hard his whole life. His cock was too hard to the point that it felt painful, but the sweet thought of getting to release his tension inside of you was enough for him to wait a little longer.

“Good girl,” he praised you, wiping a few tears that were making their way down your cheeks. “Good, good, girl”.

He took the dildo out of your warm hole and, inevitably, drool fell from your lips and made a mess on your chin and your breasts, making the scene even more filthy than it already was.

“Are you alright?” he queried, placing the dildo against the floor in front of you.

You spitted against the toy one more time before aligning the tip of it against your entrance, brushing your clit ever so slightly with it.

“Fuck-” you whispered, feeling waves of pleasure traveling from the top of your head to your toes, impressed by the intense sensation of a simple act.

Still kneeling, you parted your legs until they were almost in a “v shape” opposite to the floor, grinding your hips against the toy. You rubbed your core a few times with the length of it, coating it with your own juices, before leaning forward and lifting your hips slightly so that you could take it all in completely.

Big mistake.

“Fuck,” you cried, feeling how overwhelming the stretch felt.

It had been a while since the last time you fucked and the only toy you owned —prior to this specific purchase— was a bullet vibrator. So, if Jisung thought you were only inexperienced when it came to smoking pot, he was wrong.

“You can take it,” he whispered into your ear, resting his hands on your hips while you kept your same position as you got used to the stretch, “look how much you had been craving this, look how your cunt tightens around it”.

Your heart started pounding at the overwhelming feeling of having Jisung encouraging you to take it, so you followed through. Up and down, you managed to move your hips only on half of it.

“It is so fucking big,” you cried, your body jolting at the sensation of being stretched fully after months of not having such activity. “Jisung-”

“I’m right here, baby,” he cooed, his hands guiding the movements of your hips on the dildo. “I’m not going anywhere”.

Confidently, you started to move a bit faster. Resting both of your palms behind you while they —along with your knees— supported your whole body, you managed to acquire a steady pace.

And Jisung couldn’t get enough of it. Of how pretty and desperate you looked while fucking yourself for him, your gaze lost in your filthy reflection while tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your breasts were bouncing every time you rode the toy and, with that sight alone, Jisung could cum right then and there. It was as beautiful as it was dirty, and he loved it.

He loved the duality of it all, how innocent and quiet you seemed to look at school but how desperate and needy you got for him that night.

“Good girl,” he complimented you again, realizing how much you were struggling to take the cock but you were still doing it anyway because you just needed to see you have your tight hole filled. “Do you think you can fuck yourself faster?”

You didn’t respond but fulfilled his command, increasing the pace of your hips while your eyes fixed on the way your pussy hugged the toy inside you.

“Let me help you,” he quietly whispered, losing himself in the smell of your scent once he buried his nose on your neck. “May i?”

You nodded frantically, not wanting to lose any more time without having his hands all over you, groping you and touching you as he pleased.

His hands went into your breasts first, massaging them and groping them while you rode the plastic cock. As soon as you felt his palm against your hardened buds, you couldn’t help but emit a sinful noise that was maybe too loud for such a small room as your bedroom was.

“Let me hear you,” Jisung ordered, his eyes admiring how your nipples softened and hardened under his touch. “I want to hear you moan”.

His fingers pinched your nipples without a warning, making you ride the cock even more eagerly. “Fuck- Ji-,”.

“Suddenly you are not talking?” he cooed, noticing how you could barely form coherent words even after just a few seconds. “Does it really feel that intense?”

One of his hands left your breasts to make its way down to your throbbing cunt, knowing that you were going to need more than just a dildo filling your sweet cunt for you to cum.

“Let me make it better for you, y/n,” Jisung whispered and you had never been more excited to hear your name out of someone’s lips.

“Yes-” you panted, already exhausted of your sore thighs that were practically doing the work. “My name-”

“Do you like it when I call you by your name?” he queried, his digits barely touching your clit but still making your whole body tremble in anticipation. “Or do you prefer it if I called you baby, princess, angel…?”

“Whatever you want-” you breathed, your head falling back. “Do whatever you want with me- whatever”.

He soon pressed his digits against your bundle of nerves and your body jolted at the sudden sensation.

Even though this was your first time with him, it seemed as if he knew exactly where and how to touch you.

“Look at you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “You are dripping wet, y/n”.

You nodded frantically, getting out breath as your orgasm started to approached you.

However, it felt different.

The sensation of tension on your lower ba k transformed into a series of waves traveling throughout your whole body, reaching especially the tip of your toes. It felt way more intense and you could tell.

“You are riding this cock so well,” Jisung panted, rubbing his middle and ring finger on your clit in circular motions. His eyes were attached to your desperate image, and he still couldn't believe you were completely at his mercy and under his care. “Are you going to ride my cock just like this one?”

“I am going to ride it better,” you whined, your glossy gaze meeting his in the reflection of the mirror. “I am going to ride it until i make you cum inside me”.

Jisung's bulge needed some sort of relief as soon as possible, but he was determined to help you reach your climax before anything else.

So, while groping one of your breasts with one hand and toying with your clit with the other, he focused solely on you and your own pleasure.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, will you?” he asked you, getting harder and harder at your weak cries, “Cum as hard as you can for me, yeah?”

You nodded weakly, biting your lower lip and crying.

“Sungie-” you panted and, even though the nickname was new, he couldn't be mad about it. Not when it fell from your lips at such dirty moment. “It feels better”.

“Mhm, it does?” he queried with a soft voice, heart warming up at how blissed you looked. “It feels more intense?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, closing your eyes. “It tingles”.

“It will feel even better when we replace that toy with my cock,” Jisung mumbled, leaving a trail of kisses on your sweaty skin.

“Yes-” you repeatedly whined, feeling the mixture alltogether of Jisung's lips nibbling at your neck, one of his hands toying with your nipples while the other one rubbed your bundle of nerves at a steady pace. “Ji- i think-”.

He knew you were close. By how sloppily your movements were becoming, by how tight your cunt was clenching around the toy, by how hardened your nipples were and by how your toes were curling up, he knew you were just about to reach your orgasm.

And he couldn't feel more happy about it. About knowing you were feeling this good.

“It's alright, baby,” he mumbled, increasing the pace of his digits while he tried to guide the movements of your hips. “I am watching. Cum all over this cock and let me see”.

“Jisung-” you cried, almost yelled at the intense sensation. “Ngh-”

The way his name left your lips over and over again while you came made him think that this wasn't the first time you had moan it. And he was right.

Almost as if it was a usual occurrence, touching yourself while thinking about him.

“You are putting such a good show for me, baby,” Jisung praised, eyes glued to the reflection of your trembling body in the mirror. “Let me see how beautiful you look while cumming”.

You tried to close your legs but, due to the position you where in and how weak your whole body was feeling, it was almost impossible. So your whole body fell forward, your palms hitting the floor in front of you while you head faced down, only feeling the remains of Jisung's hands on your body and the plastic dildo stretching you out.

“Oh my fucking God,” you cried, feeling how your legs were shaking to the point of not being able to function properly. “Ji-”

“I am right here, baby,” he whispered, caressing your back while you tried to stabilize your breath and acquire strength. “You did so well, taking that big cock inside your tight cunt”.

“I did?” you asked him with a bright gaze, feeling spoiled by the shower of compliments.

“Yeah,” he hummed kneeling next to you. “So good that-”.

His hand reached out for yours, guiding it to his throbbing cock that has begging for it to be relieved.

“Oh my-” you whispered, tracing the silhouette of it with your whole hand. “Jisung”.

Jisung bit his lip as soon as he saw your hand palming him gently, eager to feel more from you.

He wanted to be inside you –in any of your wholes for that matter– but he wondered if you were still willing to follow through.

Orgasms were always intense and under the influence, they left you even more exhausted.

He would know, after all the times he jerked himself to the thought of you after consuming in an attempt to think about something else but you.

“Sungie-” you repeated again, catching his full attention. “Can I taste you?”.

You were amazing.

And desperate for him.

“I am dying to have you,” you continued as soon as you encountered his concerned gaze. “I want you to fuck my mouth and then me”.

Jisung grabbed the pipe and the lighter again, replacing the burnt weed for new one that he still had in the small container, and he smoked again.

It wasn't that he was nervous, but this was the very first time he had intimacy while smoking. He had heard from friends and internet forums that the experience was, indeed, indescriptible, but he still wanted to try it himself.

Especially with you.

His biggest fantasy.

Watching your doe eyes looking at him, he soon realized that you needed another one.

“Inhale for me,” he mumbled, getting completely lost at the way your lips crashed against the glass pipe. “Exhale”.

And again your lips crashed into a kiss.

A much needier and messier one, one that unraveled their lust. And that, combined with the weed, made your whole body all tingly again.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” Jisung mumbled in between kisses with hitching breath, “I want to fuck it while you cockwarm your pretty toy”.

You nodded eagerly, whining at the loss of contact from his lips, and you rearranged your position on the floor. Now, instead of facing the mirror, you were facing the edge of your bed.

Jisung stood right in front of you, caressing your hair while his gaze got lost in the perfect image of your rounded ass while your cunt took the whole length inside of you.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he mumbled, stroking your hair with one hand while the other one released his cock from his black sweatpants. “I want to make you mine in all sense of the word”.

You took his girth with both of your hands, amazed at the size of it, and the only thing you could think of was about how painful it was going to feel while prodding inside of you.

“That's why you are cockwarming that dildo, y/n,” Jisung hissed, feeling your warm breath close to his throbbing length. “You need to be perfectly stretched out to take me”.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out while your head approached the tip of his dick, giving him small licks that were just enough for Jisung to emit a quiet moan.

“It is not going to fit,” you panted, feeling your pussy clenching around the toy at the delicious taste of Jisung's precum. “I could barely take the toy”.

“I will make it fit,” he groaned, one of his hands burying in your hair. “And you are going to feel all of me inside you, I promise”.

His hands encouraged you to take his cock into your mouth and you slowly did, feeling how your throat was awkwardly trying to get used to him.

He knew he was big, and he knew it was going to take a while for you to be fully comfortable while taking him, but he didn't mind.

After all, he spent six months thinking about this specific thing at any chance he could so patience was something he definitely had.

“Good job, y/n,” Jisung groaned, noticing how you started sucking on his length while using your hands. “Take me”.

You were completely lost in the moment and it felt... pleasant.

The sight of Jisung's gaze staring down at you while you sucked him off wreaked havoc inside you, making you involuntarily grind your hips against the toy even when you were supposed to only be cockwarming it.

Jisung noticed it, and he couldn't help but smile.

“You are so eager to be fucked, aren't you baby?” he asked you, his cock twitching inside your mouth while your eyes met his. You hummed against his cock and that sent waves of pleasure throughout his whole body, similarly to what you had felt just a few minutes ago. “Pretty”.

Soon, Jisung took control of your movements and –what started as a blow job– suddenly transformed into a face fuck. But you couldn't complain, not when Jisung looked so good, being all helpless and desperate while using your mouth for his own pleasure.

“You take me so well,” he praised, eyebrows furrowed, head rolled back, eyes shut down and swollen lips slightly parted. “Even when having your cunt filled to the brim”.

You moaned against him and your hips moved against the toy in circular motions again. The movements weren't enough to make you cum, but they provided you with enough stimulation to make you even needier for Jisung's body.

“You are a goddess,” he praised, completely falling in love with the new sensations you were making him feel. “A filthy, sinful goddess”.

With a loud pop, you took the cock out of your mouth and focused on something else.

Something you were Jisung would like.

Leaving a series of wet pecks along his whole length, you then focused on his balls. First, you teased them with your hands, massaging them and cupping them for a few seconds as your high mind analyzed Jisung's behavior.

He groaned loud as soon as he felt your touch there, gripping your hair even harsher.

“Sungie, do you like it?” you asked him, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

“Yes, baby,” he moaned, his red eyes making contact with yours. “It feels heavenly”.

“And if I do this?” you queried in an innocent-like manner, dragging your tongue against them ever so slightly. “Do you like it too?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned.

Your lips started to leave drool all over them as you continued to lick and suck on them, feeling completely intoxicated with the sounds of Jisung's loud groans and heavy breathing.

He sounded so fucking attractive, even more than what you had imagined from him.

“Y/n,” he quickly breathed, interrupting your task. “If you keep on doing it I am going to cum”.

“And don't you want to?”

“I want to make you cum again first,” he mumbled, licking his lips while staring at your ass in the mirror. “Then I will cum”.

Your gaze brighten up at the idea of having him inside you and now you were the one who couldn't wait. With the help of Jisung, you stood up from the floor and laid down on your own bed.

He took his time to make you comfortable, placing all sorts of pillows around you so that your sore body could rest, even while being used by him.

“Do you have any-”

“On the drawer,” you signaled him, “My roommate always leave them everywhere”.

As you watched his figured drifting away from the bed, a soft laugh escaped your lips.

“Isn't it funny?” you queried, your tired eyes blinking in slow motion –as you would describe it. “How we both had been thinking about fucking with each other the whole night?”

Jisung smiled while his fingers picked up the square wrap, walking to the edge of the bed and removing his clothes just to be the same as you.

Not only Jisung's cock twitched at your words, but his head sudden felt dizzy at the sight of your legs spread and your cunt throbbing, desiring to be used by him.

He guided the wrap to his lips but, before he could even open it, you stopped him right on his tracks.

“Wait–” you mumbled, feeling your pussy clenching at the sight of Jisung's toned body and hardened length. “I want you raw”.

Those words could easily make Jisung cum, but he needed to have the greatest self-control if he wanted to enjoy the whole moment.

“Y/n, I don't think it's-”

“I am on birth control,” you explained him, feeling your heartbeats accelerating at the idea of feeling him completely. “Please?”

How could Jisung deny you such pleasure when you were with your legs parted, pussy wet and exposed and your eyes were practically begging for him to slam his cock inside you?

He just couldn't.

So, after caressing your legs and getting you as ready as he could to take him, he grabbed the base of his cock and aligned with your hole.

“Let's see how good that cock stretched you, baby,” he groaned, going completely insane at the sight of your fluids coating his cock. “It might hurt a bit, but I know you can keep it all inside you”.

You nodded while reaching out for his arm, holding it with your hand while you felt and overwhelming pressure against your cunt. “Fuck it- oh, God”.

“You are so fucking tight,” Jisung groaned with his jaw clenched, feeling as if he was dreaming once again.

Your walls were wrapping around him tightly and he was going crazy by how wet you were, but he knew you were still too tight to take him without experiencing pain.

“Sungie,” you cried, digging your fingernails in the flesh of his arm.

“Take a deep breath baby,” he murmured, taking every single bit of his self-control to not start fucking you hard immediately. “Relax and let me take care of this, yeah?”

You nodded in between cries, arching your back and biting your lip trying to ease the painful sensation of his cock entering your cunt.

“So fucking pretty,” he quietly cooed, feeling every single squeeze of your walls around him. “Taking all my cock like the good girl you are”.

More than half of it was in and he was able to push the rest of it with no problem, only earning a sinful moan of pain mixed with pleasure out of you once he was completely inside you.

“You feel so good around me,” he complimented you, feeling every single thing directly into his cock.

Everything.

From the way you clenched, to the small spasms of your walls, he was able to feel everything ten times more intense than he would while being sober.

And he wasn't alone on that one, no.

You could feel every throb and twitch of his cock inside you, and it felt a hundred times better than any of your past sexual experiences.

You were both enjoying each other and, thrutfully, you couldn't help but craving to enjoy him completely.

“I am ready, Ji,” you shyly whispered, still griping his arm while he let out a soft groan.

His hips started to move, slowly taking out his cock only to push it back inside you and –after the first minute– the trail of immense pain was soon replaced by nothing but pleasure and arousal.

“You did a great job with the dildo,” Jisung hissed, feeling how you immediately clenched harder everytime you heard his voice. “It stretched you really nice for me”.

“You are stretching me better,” you whined, your legs closing around him while he continued on slamming his cock inside you with a soft, slow pace.

“Mhm, baby?” he asked you, his eyes traveling around your whole body. “Does it feel good to have my cock inside your pussy?”

“Yes, Ji,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “You are making me feel so full already”.

After a few more minutes, the slow pace escalated to a much faster one and the quietness of your bedroom was soon replace by the lewd sounds of skin hitting skin, your moans and Jisung's curses.

“You are pleasuring me so much,” Jisung praised you, “Your pussy was so needy to be filled and it is taking me so well”.

Soon, you lost the ability form decent sentences. The way Jisung's cock was hitting the right spots inside you and his hands were groping your whole body was more than enough to fuck you dumb, and you weren't the least shy about it.

If anything, it felt good.

It felt good to completely loose your ability to think because of how good Jisung's cock felt.

“S-ungie-” you whispered with broken words, interrupted by each thrust of his cock. “Touch- please, here”.

“Are you already too lost, baby?” he asked you, one of his hands traveling all the way to your swollen clit. “Stay here with me”.

Your back arched as soon as you felt Jisung's digits against your clit and only then you realized that your second orgasm was just about the corner, waiting for the perfect moment to wash over you.

“Jisung-” you repeated again, like it was the only thing you knew. “Cum”.

“I know baby,” he whispered, increasing the pace of his thumb while he pounded his cock inside you. “Show me how good you are feeling”.

You closed your legs even tighter around him as you felt the now familiar feeling of your orgasm, traveling all all along your body and settling in your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried, desperately bucking your hips against his while your whole body trembled under his. “I-”.

And as much as Jisung wanted to wait for you to cum first, he couldn't. Just as he felt you approaching your high, he couldn't control himself any longer.

His whole body laid on top of you gently while his hips continued on fucking you slowly, your hands wrapping around his neck while he held you right in place between him and the mattress.

“Ji, cum with me-”.

With a gutural groan, Jisung approached his high just seconds after you.

He hid his face on the crook of your neck while he moaned your name over and over again, like he was used to.

And even after cumming, you still wrapped your legs around him, not wanting to pull himself off of you because the feeling of being filled had become too addictive over the past hour.

“Thank you,” you whispered, feeling his heavy breathing and accelerated heartbeats on top of you. “I- feel so good”.

Jisung's gaze lifted up from the crook of your neck, immediately finding yours.

And if love at first sight existed, whatever he felt that night was a thousand times greater than such a boring concept.

“You are beautiful” he weakly whispered, forehead covered in sweat while his dark hair was a mess.

“I know,” you whispered. “You told me that when you were high”.

“I am 98% sure I am almost sober now,” he mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “And I am telling you again: you are beautiful”

[rochellebae]

Now, I love you (1)

Im Changkyun x (female) reader

18+

genre: smut

pov: you met Changkyun at a party and after…

warnings: strong language, unprotected sex, drunk

word count: 1,419

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

~ Chapter 1 ~ ꒰ Come inside me ꒱

You swear, you don't know how, but for some reason you woke up at his door. Let's wait.

“What are you doing?” you ask in a coma.

“I'm trying to open my door now, could you help me?” - he answers.

“But with what? Can't you open a door?” You asked back.

“It would be easier if you didn't specifically lie in my arms.” - he answers, then opens his door. “Go and lie down in my bed, you need to rest.” -he says.

“I want to take a bath!” you tell him and you don't even feel drunk anymore.

“Bathing at this time? In such a state, you will drown in the bathtub.” -he answers back.

“I like your bathroom, I wanted to try your tub.”

“You'll try it tomorrow with a clear head. If you are so insistent on being clean, take a shower.” - he says.

“I'll take a shower then.” - you answered nicely, you thought about whether you should cut off the hysterics, that you still wanted to take a bath, but you preferred not to. You don't have the strength for that right now.

You step into the shower and run the hot water on yourself.

You get out of the shower and spread a snow-white towel over yourself. You go out and see him lying in bed. He's fucking attractive and why is his face so pretty?

“Shit, do I have to take my party dress back now? If I know that, I'll leave the shower to hell.” you said angrily. He laughs at that.

“You don't need to wear anything.” - he says. You look at him suspiciously. You haven't really been involved in much of that sort of thing.

“I didn't mean that if you want I can give you a T-shirt or a hoodie if you don't want to catch a cold.” -he said.

After all, that's nice of him. But maybe it's a sign that you are not cold and you don't feel cold.

But now comes the awkward moment, how do you get into bed without your naked body being seen? Also, you are concerned with the question of whether your parents would be happy that you would be sleeping in a stranger's bed in a foreign country? Who is also in a foreign country with a stranger who are you. Well, that's a lot.

He gets up from the bed and approaches you. He gently touches your arm and says softly “Don't be so harsh with me, I don't want anything bad for you.” - he says, then turns and goes out. For some reason this was very good. You take the opportunity that he went out and get into bed.

He comes back and sits next to you while drinking something. You don't know if it's the alcohol or not, but you’re getting nervous…

He touches your face and says gently “You're beautiful.”

You smile because his touch is so soft and delicate and it's sweet that he complimented you. You also caress his face and say softly “Thank you, you are beautiful too.”

It's strange to say that, since he is a man. But that's the most perfect word to fit him. Beautiful.

He laid down next to you and for some reason you felt the urge to snuggle up to him. You put your face on his pectoral muscle and caressed his face once more. So smooth and soft, so perfect. Why do you think he's the man of your dreams? He's so sweet, it's like he's showing you the love he's been keeping to himself.

“I'm not tired yet.” - you say, then you caress his chest.

“I'm tired and your soft touches put me to sleep.” - he said back.

“If it's up to me, I'll caress you all night.” - you said with a smile, with which he caresses your waist.

You think you got wet. But you don’t know, maybe from his touches, or from the fact that you've been caressing his immaculate chest for how long. You won't be able to take this much longer. You don't know it's too good for you or too bad?

You put one of your thighs on him. You climbed onto him carefully because you wanted to touch his neck. Now it's not at all strange that you are sitting on him naked, right on that part, but at least he's wearing pants. Yet.

You started kissing his neck and his chest and he continued caressing your body.

You stopped kissing his chest and looked at his mouth. You kissed him. You've never kissed anyone like this before. You have never kissed any of your exes as passionately as him, not even in a relationship of several years.

You can feel his tongue in your mouth and you wish you could feel this tongue elsewhere. Now you’re seriously flirting with him romantically, you’re still sitting on his dick. Sorry, that's not smooching, that's a real kiss.

You can feel his cock under you and your body is just waiting for that moment to finally happen. He caresses your ass and then his hands go lower and lower. He's already caressing your vagina.

“You are wet.” -he whispered softly in your ear.

“It has been for a while. And your cock is hard.” you replied quietly, is this an awkward conversation? You think you made his pants wet.

He suddenly takes out his cock and continues caressing your pussy with it. If he keep going like this, you'll come before sex.

You feel like he still doubts whether you want to sex with him. But how the hell could you not? The whole person is perfect, and since you've been with him, your body has stripped of itself.

You can feel him carefully trying to put it in. It doesn't take much trying because as wet as you are, you literally suck his cock into you as you moan softly against his chest. Why does it feel so fucking good? Now you feel like you’re in another world. You want to push all the thoughts out of your head and just enjoy him. Specifically, you’re so wet that his cock is slipping out of you.

You never want this to end. You can't think. You just moan and whisper into his neck. Then he grabs your waist and puts you on your back next to him, pressing your legs to your neck. He grabs you and puts his dick back into you and leans close to you.

You start stroking his back. You just take deep breaths and you don't want it to end. The bodies love each other. You feel like you gave him a home. Compared to having sex with an Asian man, it's perfectly satisfying.

Everything is blurry, you can only see his big nose. Then he says in a gentle voice “Turn around!”

Every part of your body obeys him, you feel like you are glowing. You turn around, trying to raise your ass as much as possible so that he can access your pussy as easily as possible. You still don't want this to end. Maybe you’re like a whore now.

He slowly puts his erect cock in and out of your hole. You can't stand it, it's killing you. Meanwhile, he caresses your waist. His touch is still tender. You feel him keep pushing his cock into you and then pulling it back.

Have you always enjoyed sex this much? It's getting faster and faster, your boobs can't take it anymore. You think the whole bed is full of your juice. You literally pass out.

Your eyes are already starting to strain from this pace, maybe you wasn't prepared for this yet. All of this happened suddenly, for some reason you feel as if your entire vagina has gone numb.

You just moan and shout meaningless words. Now you really don't know about your world. You feel like you’re the drunkest right now. You can't feel your vagina. This pace is too fast for you. You have to yell.

He slows down and pulls out his cock nicely, which you barely feel anymore. Your waist has already tightened from this pose. You feel like you pushed your ass too much. You straighten up, he is still behind you and pulls you from behind. He starts caressing your ribs and then your stomach and says in a calm, gentle voice

“I hope I didn't get you pregnant.”