#I would have loved to put more in Lust but I couldn't decide where lol

[mdsbabygirl]

Hello! I love your work, I just read “Being their fuckbuddy,” and I’m hooked. I was wondering if you would make a part 2 where the reader/you call things off and they realize that they’ve actually caught some feelings? It’s alright if you don’t want to! I’m a total sucker for angst lol.

Ofc my lovely anon!! I'll be more than glad to do that! Here's part two of "being their fuckbuddy". btw don't be shy to make requests, they make me really happy and I'm more than willing to write them!

Please baby.. don't let go of me yet...

PART TWO OF "Being their fuckbuddy"

Pairing: Otoya Eita/ Itoshi Sae/ Bachira Meguru/ Shidou Ryusei/ Chigiri Hyoma/ Barou Shoei x FEM! reader

Synopsis: when you end up walking out of your "relationship", these men feel empty inside, finally realizing that their lust has indeed turned into something much deeper.

Genre: smut, angst

Wc: 3,3k

Cw: dark themes, MDNI, mentions of makeup sex, very depressed men, semi-public sex(Otoya, Barou), crying messes(Bachira, Chigiri), nonchalant fuckers(Sae, Barou), black mail/threatening/ humiliation (Shidou), stalking(meguru), womanizer(otoya), these men are very much Inlove with you, etc..

Otoya Eita:

•"yeah, I'm fine with it" he said, his tone as casual as possible. He knew your relationship wasn't going to last long, and it was part of the thrill he felt when he was with you. But when the parting time finally came, he didn't feel right. He thought he could just move on, quickly forgetting you and your shared moments to focus on the next girl he was going to pull.. but no, not this time. Otoya was very confused, why was he suddenly getting emotional? Why was he starting to feel uneasy, a surging pain in his stomach made him feel awful, as if he got repeatedly punched in the abdomen, all while he was looking at you in the far distance.  You, the one who made him feel like he could've reached heaven with how much pleasure he felt; you, the girl he always enjoyed spending time with because you were fun and interesting, you the one who got his heart.

•Eita was mad at first, why the fuck did it hurt so much? It's not like it was the first time he got a heartbreak, he'd usually just bury the pain with sex, fucking around with multiple women, until he forgot about everything, the pain eventually subsiding. And he tried, like, he tried really hard, going every night to nightclubs and having one nightstands with every woman he found somewhat hot.. the thing is, the sex was awful..it didn't feel right, it was dull and boring, as if all the feelings in his body were dead, making him unable to feel the slightest sparkle of excitement. He'd often ask himself, why was he like this? Why couldn't he just bounce back like before, going back to being the  destrous ninja of seduction he once was.. even all the women he had picked were somewhat of a close replica to you, all sharing common attributes that you had.. I guess you are really unreplaceable..

•that, was his situation for a while, being the slave of a non ending vicious circle of sex, alcohol and depression. That was, until he finally saw you at one of the clubs he frequented. It's like his world lit up, transforming from a dark nightmare to the sweetest of dreams. His eyes widened in surprise, not expecting to meet you at all, but there you were, looking ever so stunning, wearing your prettiest dress, and hypnotizing everyone with your looks. At first he froze, not knowing what to do. But then he decided that it was time to put an end to his misery, deciding it would be best to just confess to you, and tell you how much he had been yearning for you for the past weeks. You were quite stunned too, not only not expecting this sudden encounter, but also not even imagining that this womanizer would be pouring his heart out to you.. you smiled subtly, thinking his actions were cute, yet you were still indecisive, you didn't trust him enough, thinking he'd break your heart if you let him in, which was indeed why you left him. You started catching feelings, all this intimacy between the two of you sparking a growing love for the man. Eita, ever so happy, was quick to hug you, pressing soft kisses on your lips until they became more and more heated, leading the both of you to make out heatedly in the middle of the club. Then.. well let's just say you were way too needy for each other to wait to go home so instead you fucked in one of the bathroom stalls... His hand was pushing you onto the door, your tube top pushed down to reveal your tits that were squished against the cold surface, as Eita was behind you, rumming his rock hard cock relentlessly, like he'd always do..

Itoshi Sae:

•he had that cold, expressionless face he always had when it happened. You had invited him to talk, insisting it was best if it happened in person. He looked so stunning, his teal eyes, an amalgamation of the most serene blue sky and most captivating green seas, were a pool of alluring coolness. No matter how hard the news might've been, he never budged.. he just nodded, agreeing with your request for ending things. And that's how, you both just walked away, forgetting all the moments of your shared passion, as if you finished the last chapter of a boring book. But.. did he really find your fling boring? Was he really willing to just move on, as if nothing had happened?

•Sae was used to the solitude, he was a reservated person, not allowing anyone in his circle, and the fact that you managed to get in that close to him, must've meant something right?.. it couldn't have been just purely a give and receive link, it must've been much more than that. He was human after all, meaning that he must've felt the smallest shred of something, anything really, even if it was lust, hate or love. Sae was confused, not knowing how to act or what to feel. He just went back to being to his usual self, an egoist who only cares about his sacred soccer.. but if that's what he thought he did, then why couldn't he sleep at night? Why was his bed so empty all of a sudden? Why was he flipping through the pics you post on your socials? Did you really manage to plague his mind? Turning him from a cold hearted egoista, to a yearning lover, a man that needed your presence as much as he needed oxygen to survive.

•The nights felt long, unending hours of long lasting boredom and solitude, weighted down on Sae's mind. He wanted it to stop, needing this feeling of hollowness to be over. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to rest.. he took his phone, 2 AM.. great you might be sleeping he thought.. he looked intensely at your contact info on his screen, contemplating if calling you would be the right choice.. it was his first time being indecisive, he was always a confident man, always sure of himself and his actions; but this time he wasn't.. his hands trembling as he held the phone. In the end he said fuck It, deciding that going to your house was the best option.. once he arrived, he ringed the bell, waiting for you. When you came out, wearing your comfy pj's, and asking why he was here while yawning, he just grabbed your face and kissed you, not even wasting time on words. He led you inside, huffing out how much he missed you and how he can't be apart from you.. you couldn't give him a straight answer yet, but you still didn't deny him, inviting him in, keeping him all close and cozy, so warm and feeling heavenly as his big cock is buried deep inside your hot cunny.

Bachira Meguru:

•things between the two of you started getting a bit rocky, his possessiveness was too overwhelming. He was always by your side, his presence so suffocating that it left you drained both emotionally and physically. It was after one of your encounters that you decided to call things off. Bachira was panting heavily, his chest heaving as he came down from his high. He still was on top of you, looking down at you with his lovestruck look.. you kinda felt bad about what you were about to do, knowing how sad he'll be once you leave him. Meguru, tiredly laid beside you, looking at you before wrapping an arm around your naked figure..you were kinda starting to rethink your actions, thinking that maybe you could get used to his.. well, quirkiness? But you didn't, once Bachira announced something about wanting you to be fully his, you finally snapped. You quickly got up, getting your scattered up clothes and putting them on without saying a word.. you didn't wanna get even more mad, nor upset him with the bullshit you knew you were about to say if u really snapped. The man behind you, looking ever so struck by your sudden change in behavior grabbed you by the forearm, asking what happened.. oh man, you did snap at that time.. you started throwing insults at him,  telling him how suffocated you felt, before you gathered your stuff and left him alone in his apartment.

•To say that Bachira was shocked was an understatement. He couldn't believe what he heard.. he.. was suffocating? Was he really so frustrating and maddening like you just said? He didn't wanna believe this, thinking that maybe you just had a bad day, maybe you were mad at everyone and he just so happened to be the unlucky one to have to undergo such a shitty experience. But deep down he knew the truth. He knew that you entirely meant what you said, all those words hitting him like a poisonous dagger to the heart. He did everything for you, treated you like a princess, gave you constant attention, never once did he let you out of his sight.. he swore he was the best you could've ever had, the one and only who would worship you and treat you like the goddess you are.. yet, you left him. Like everybody else did. He should've been used to it by now, but fuck It hurt.. I guess that's why he felt hot globs of tears streaming down his face, his sobbing filling up the room. He really didn't deserve all this pain that you so hurtfully inflicted on him.

•after crying his heart out, he concluded that this wasn't the solution, deciding that if you weren't going to be willingly his , he was going to do it forcefully. Bachiras is known to have a dark side in him, a so-called monster that whispers the filthiest, most evil ideas in his mind. It was time to hear his alter-ego, using this demonic quirk of his to finally show you who you belong to, finally convincing you that he's your one and only. That's why, late at night he sneaked into your house..(he might've made a copy of your key without you noticing but Shhh) waiting for your arrival. As for you, you were getting home from work, unable to shake away the thought of how badly you treated Bachira. You wanted to apologize, but you were way too tired, so u decided that tomorrow you'll go to his place and make up with him. You unlocked your door, finally entering your home, when you saw Bachira laying all comfy on your sofa.. you were very much surprised, thinking that maybe it was because you were tired. Noticing you, meguru quickly went up to you, hugging you so tightly you could've swore you stopped breathing for a sec, before caressing your face, looking at you with a devilish gaze as he whispered in your ear, "you'll always be mine sweet thing!" Before pressing a wet kiss to your neck, "we're going to have so much fun tonight my love." He chuckled, his hands quickly finding your sides as he pressed his body flush against yours, the feeling of his hard-on on your lower abdomen.

Shidou Ryusei:

•ok..ummm, did I mention that this man is pure evil? Like he won't leave you so easily, never letting you slip from his grip without any consequences–this is if he ever let you go, because let's be honest, shidou would never ever let you dissapear from his life, letting your shared memories transforming into a mirage that would forever haunt him. He'd first laugh at you, thinking you weren't serious about calling things off. He'd wrap his arms around your frame, squeezing the plump skin of your butt, a nasty habit of his, telling you that it was a nice joke. But when you slapped him, telling him how much of a maniac he is and walking away, he was surprised. He didn't expect his ever obliging fwb, would have some personality.

•at first he'd let you go, still a bit startled from that whole ordeal, but then he'd start manically laughing, delving so deep down in his psychopathy that he might've become even more insane just from that.. He HAD to make you his, one way or another. He was totally convinced that you were just playing hard to get, or maybe into some kind of cat and mouse chasing thing.. maybe he could even use this dynamic for your next sexy sesh.. but that's for another time to discuss..

•shidou, just walked up to you, hugging you from behind, as if you were a lovey-dovey couple, just casually nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and pressing wet kisses on the skin. You were startled for sure, not wanting any sort of contact with this devilish monster; yet, you couldn't deny his effect on you, a small pool of wetness forming between your legs, but you'll never let him know of course. Somehow, managing to push him off of you, you told him to go away, refusing any form of link to him. Chuckling, Ryusei pulled his phone, his large hands scrolling through his gallery until he found them... All your sex tapes, ready to be sent to everyone who knew you. Grinning devilishly, shidou blackmailed you, you got two choices, you were either to be completely humiliated or to come back to that psycho ... He pressed you, forcing you to choose quickly, otherwise he'd do what you dreaded most. In either way you'd lose your dignity, since being with such a freak had its downsides.. I guess you had no choice, but to forcefully get back with him.

"Mm yeah, that's more like it, my little cockwhore!" He grinned, as he was spreading your ass cheek, looking down at how his big cock was sinking deeply in your soaked folds, all while you were a moaning mess under him.. he's so demonic fr..

Chigiri Hyoma:

•chigiri knew he loved you, he knew for a long time now, always thinking about how he could change your mind, how to make you his gf.. he could've done so much for you, treating you like the queen you are, showing you unyielding affection... anything, he would've done anything for you.. yet, you rejected him. It stung like hell, the loneliness was catching up to him, and that mixed up with the sickening sadness and sorrow he felt was the most potent of poisons.

•He was alone on his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he was sobbing, warm tears streaming down his pretty face. Handsome faces shouldn't cry, you told him before you left, caressing his face one last time before you disappeared from his life. The mere thought of that agonizing moment sent Hyoma into another hysterical crying.. he couldn't believe he got so hypnotized by you that was reduced to this state. He knew you wanted nothing more than sex, he knew that what you had was ephemeral; yet he still couldn't accept the fact that he had lost you. The worst being the way you rejected him, smiling so reassuringly, so softly and so prettily, your face was imprinted in his mind. No matter how much he exhausted himself in training or drowned himself in alcohol, he couldn't forget you. How dare you break his heart in such a nonchalant way, reassuring him he'll find the one for him, even if you knew he had eyes only for you? You were so cruel, he thought.

•days passed since your splitting, and shit started weighing down on your consciousness.. I mean, you did realize that you broke his heart. With a sigh, you decided to stop thinking about him, recalling that all men were the same, all horny and unmannered, always making sexual jokes and treating you like some kind of fucktoy. That was the male treatment you were used to, so when you started frequenting Chigiri, it felt.. different. Sure he was still a man with his own needs and stupidity, yet he was the most caring and gentle one of them all. Slowly you started to realize the huge mistake you made. With tears threatening to fall on your face, you got out of your house, running as fast as you could to apologize to the sweetest, most handsome man you've ever met.. the man you loved. Ringing his bell repeatedly, he opened the door and saw you. Another surge of tears came out, making him sob uncontrollably. So you quickly hugged him, pressing kisses on his head, apologizing for the catastrophic mistake you've made.. in the end, let's just say that he accepted your apology, letting you ride all the sadness out of him, as you're tenderly making out.. make up sex with Chigiri was truly the best.

Barou Shoei :

•barou didn't need you anyway, you were such a nuisance to him, he thought. Not only were you so neglecting of his feelings, but you also had the guts to dump him, discarding him like a used toy that you didn't need anymore. Wasn't he your king? The only man that made you feel intense ecstasy? Well you were in the wrong, like you've always been, he thought once again. Barou could live perfectly without you, it's not like his existence depended on yours, and also it's not like he wanted the presence of someone who didn't want him back. Yet, why did he feel a tinge of sadness? Why was it that when he saw happy couples on the street, he felt like he had a hole in his chest that couldn't be filled no matter what? He didn't know why for sure, and he never even wanted to know.

•What a stubborn king, suppressing all his feelings until they burst like an atomic bomb. And indeed that's what happened, he denied the fact that he still loves you, he hates it. It makes him feel weak, transforming him from a glorious king to a heartbroken slave.. Barou wanted nothing more than his feelings for you to disappear, wanting to put his constant yearning for you to a halt, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, you wouldn't get out of his mind, for a moment he thought that you had cast a spell on him, one so potent that left him entrances, as if he was hypnotized by a siren's voice..

•Barou wanted so badly to come back to you, to just be in your arms, to be able to love you without any restrictions.. but you deprived him of this happiness, condemning him to a life of sorrow and desperation.. As for you, well, you weren't doing so good either. You tried everything to forget him too, but your king had already left his imprint on you, forever changing your life, making it so that he was the only man you'd ever think about. You did send him countless messages, apologizing to him, asking him to meet up to set things straight yet he never responded, he was such a proud mf. So that's why you just went up to him during one of his training, it was the only choice as he couldn't ignore you there. But since Barou didn't wanna cause a scene, he just dragged you to the locker room, opting that finishing your conversation there would provide some more privacy. Well.. let's just say that your conversation was cut short, and the locker room was now filled with both of your moans, as Shoei was kinda busy making sure you'll never leave him, thrusting in you from behind, marking you, biting sucking and kissing your neck and shoulders so that way next time you'll know better than to leave your king.

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[jackles010378]

Wait Till I Get Home

Requested by Anon: Could you do a fic where the reader teases beau by sending sexy pictures while he is at work and says whatcha gonna do about it now lol and he shows her how it’s going to be please

I hope this is ok for you 😊

(Beau Arlen x You)

Y/n gets bored whilst Beau is at work, that is until she decides to send some not so innocent texts to Beau 😜

Warnings: contains smut 🔥 and fluff 🥰

Minors DO NOT INTERACT‼️🔞

Y/n stared at the clock, bored out of her mind as she lounged on the couch. Beau was at work, and she had the whole house to herself. A mischievous grin crept across her face as an idea formed in her mind. Why not have a bit of fun and spice up Beau's day at work?

She quickly got up and headed to the bedroom. After a few minutes of rummaging through her wardrobe, she found the perfect outfit - a sultry black lace lingerie set that she knew Beau would love. Y/n pulled out her phone, set the timer, and struck a pose in front of the mirror. Click. The first saucy photo was taken. She changed her pose Click, the second picture was taken. Y/n carried on till she had a decent amount of photos to send and tease Beau with.

She scrolled through the photos, selecting the ones that she deemed the steamiest. With each click, her confidence grew, and she felt exhilarated by the idea of surprising Beau with these daring photos. Y/n knew she was pushing the boundaries a bit, but she also knew that Beau wouldn't be able to resist.

After selecting the best shots, Y/n attached them to a message for Beau. She added a teasing caption to accompany the photos and hit send. As soon as the messages were delivered, Y/n felt a rush of excitement and nerves. She couldn't wait to see Beau's reaction.

Meanwhile, Beau sat at his desk, buried in work. His phone buzzed, indicating a new message. Curious, he picked it up and unlocked the screen. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the photos that Y/n had sent. Beau's heart raced, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

He quickly composed himself, realizing that he couldn't let Y/n have all the fun. Without missing a beat, Beau typed out a reply, matching Y/n's boldness with his own saucy message. The playful banter between them escalated, each message more daring than the last.

As the day went on, the exchange between Y/n and Beau became hotter and hotter. His last message sent a shiver down her spine "Wait till I get home darlin'! 😏"

By the time Beau arrived home, the tension between them was palpable. Y/n was there waiting for him, still wearing the black lace underwear from the photos she sent him.

"Wow, what's gotten into you?" Beau asked, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. Y/n simply shrugged innocently, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. But the sly glint in her eyes betrayed her.

Unable to resist any longer, Beau closed the distance between them and pulled Y/n into a heated kiss. The spark between them ignited, fuelled by the anticipation and desire that had been building all day. Y/n's plan had worked perfectly. Beau couldn't keep his hands off her, his touch setting her skin on fire.

Beau pulled away from the kiss only to fling Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n let out a small yelp "Beau, put me down" he slapped her ass making her yelp again. "oh no darlin, i told you you were going to pay for sending those photos". Beau dropped her at the foot of the bed, slowly removing his jacket that he had yet to take off. A nervous feeling was rising in y/n stomach. she had never seen Beau like this before, the lust in his eyes, the darkness that took over him.

He dropped down to his knees in front of her, his hands slowly creeping up her thighs with feather light touches. Her skin trembling with anticipation. He looked at her with complete dominance "I need you to lay down for me sweetheart" he said in that deep husky voice that drove her wild. She did as she was told, moving further up the bed to get comfortable. Beau painfully ran his hands up her thighs to pull at her now soaked panties "damn darlin, your soaked already, I've barely touched you". He pulled them down her legs as he stared at her dripping core.

The light kisses he was leaving on her thighs was making her squirm already. She was getting nervous and excited at the same time. Her hands fisted the sheets as he made contact with her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking. Her head falling back further into the pillow as the sensation of his actions took over. Her moans spurring him on, he inserted a finger. Her gasp telling him he had found the right spot, he inserted another finger curling it upwards. Beau wasn't wasting any time, she has plagued him all day with those pictures. He could feel her walls starting to pulsate around his fingers, an evil thought came to his mind.

Just as she was about to climax he stopped. Y/n looked up in shock. Beau had never denied her before. "Thats for teasing me with those saucy photos y/n, I told you I'd make you pay" he said as he looked at her with the biggest smirk on his face. Y/n sat up in a huff, all riled up. Beau couldn't keep a straight face "don't worry sweetheart, the nights not over yet". The blush that crept up y/n cheeks was undeniable.

Beau stripped out of his trousers and shirt. Y/n sat up on the bed admiring the man she fell in love with. He approached her caressing her cheek lightly "your so god damn beautiful". She could never get use to him complimenting her.

He kissed her deeply as he pushed her down, caging her underneath him. He had shimmied his boxers of as he kissed her. "you know I wanted to punish you for making me blush at work, but I just can't do it. I wanna take my time with you, savour every touch, every kiss, your beautiful moans" with that said he sheathed himself inside her. Her eyes rolling at the feeling of him filling her completely.

He got lost in the way he felt against her warmth, the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way he could tell she was getting close. With each delicious drag in and out of her, Beau thought he had died and gone to heaven. "Beau, go faster, please" she asked him. He crashed his lips onto hers as he picked up the pace, both of them becoming breathless. Her walls pulsating, his cock was throbbing. He knew she was close but it felt like she was holding back "come for me darlin" she placed a hand on his cheek "together" she replied.

They came hard, and together. Beau couldn't quite believe it happened. It was the most euphoric feeling he had ever had. He collapsed to the side of y/n, both trying to get their breathing under control.

As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Boredom had turned into excitement, and she knew that their love was as fiery and intense as ever. "I love you Sheriff Beau Arlen" he grasped her hand bringing it to his lips "I love you Y/n L/n, Always".

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I have to scream about Lust, Caution a bit more because it's just one of those films that alters your brain chemistry for a while. Everything below the cut bc spoilers, and triggers, and this is long. (It's also not a review or analysis or anything I just had to ramble about it and now I feel better lol)

For how simple the premise of this movie is - seducing and killing the enemy - it was so complex.

Firstly, what really didn't come through the trailer I saw on imdb was how it all started. As in: this was originally no organized secret service effort but a bunch of theater kids deciding to murder a man lol And I have to acknowledge that historically speaking it is extremely common for political resistance movements to include a lot of university students. So it's great because it both makes the plot more realistic, but it also adds a level of absurdity because it becomes clear early on that these guys are very much in over their heads, and don't know what they are doing. I mean they are really talented actors. But they have no idea how to kill a man. And when they get there to actually kill someone it gets really messy. (It's also not the guy they set out to kill.)

I feel like this beginning also gave Wong a lot more agency than I expected, and I really appreciated that. Because with a lot of similar plots, the heroine often gets pushed into this plan against her will. (She is trained to be a spy, or she is the only one who can do it, etc.) Here, there is some peer pressure, of course, but she decided quite freely to get involved in it at first, and then she again made that decision a few years later. Also, in my understanding, she was the one who initiated the whole seduction bit of the plan when she wrote down her number where Yee could see it. The others in the group were clearly uncomfortable with the idea at first. (A lot more uncomfortable than with the idea of putting a bullet through a man's head.)

So you know, I liked that I felt like her own choices put her into these situations, basically.

I also found it interesting, how from the moment Wong stepped on stage, you couldn't really tell anymore when she was acting and when she wasn't. Obviously, she played different roles, but for example, in the first part, when she rushed to the phone, she looked so giddy, and it was only her friends around so there was no need to act that way, if there wasn't a little bit of honesty in that. (She also looked pretty heartbroken when she learned they were moving away. More than a failed mission warranted.)

Or when later she tells the leader of the operation that they should act soon and how Yee is hurting her... At that point, the things that happened between them were pretty consensual. Yeah, he was being a dick throughout, but at that time he wasn't intentionally being cruel anymore, I think. There was more of the risk of what ended up happening, that she would actually fall in love. But the way she warned them was also a bit of an act.

So idk I just really enjoyed the genius actress thing, and how the lines between act and reality blurred by the end of it. Because I felt like what really managed to capture Yee were the honest, playful parts of her, the parts of her that she let shine through the act.

The chemistry was obviously incredible between the two main characters, and the acting, and the way it was filmed were so beautiful. There was this constant push and pull between them. From the beginning, they were just looking at each other so intensely, that it was clear how much of an attraction there was. But then they had so much trouble reaching for each other. Yee was obviously extremely heavy-handed at first. But you could tell that sometimes even he recognized that he overstepped, and then he would try to touch her more gently, but he would be extremely clumsy about it. And then he would get frustrated and go back to violence. Meanwhile, when Wong tried to touch him more gently, he would push her away, because that just wasn't something that he was used to allowing himself. I just loved how much of this was communicated without words.

And that is exactly why I liked the sex scenes too. I read that this was made based on a book and that the book didn't have all these scenes. And that obviously the whole thing got censored to bits in mainland China and got quite a bit of pushback. (Because of the nudity and but also the political part of the ending.)

Personally, I think the sex scenes were an amazing addition, and if anyone says that intimate scenes don't add to character development or the plot then I will shove this movie in front of their face lol (No I won't bc this movie could be pretty triggering, but it's also a great example of how sex scenes can be well done and I'm passionate about that okay?)

Even the first one between them, that is SA (there is no question about that) even that one had its place. It shows who Yee is: the man who orders another one to die in the first two minutes of the movie, and someone whose job is to torture people. It also shows that he is extremely paranoid, and doesn't trust her, so he would rather hurt her and take control of the situation. Because, let's face it, she made it pretty clear that she was there to have sex with him. He didn't need to force it. He just wanted to rattle her and restrain her because... well, because he's an asshole, ruthless secret police chief. (And because there were already two other women who tried to kill him by seducing him, you know) I'm not trying to justify his actions, or anything, but what happened was pretty in line with his character.

The whole movie that far showed that he was a very dangerous man, but that scene just really cemented that he was a threat even to her.

And it also showed a lot about her. I lost my mind when afterwards she was lying on the bed and she just smiled... Like... she was not as upset about what happened as you might have expected??? And you could interpret it in a lot of ways. As a feeling of accomplishment that she did manage to do what she set out to do with her acting... Or idk, hell, to me it was clear that our girl had some daddy issues. That with her father taking her brother with him and leaving her in a warzone and everything. And you know, Yee must have been like twice her age. It also kind of went back to that conversation they were having when he told her that he saw that she wasn't afraid.

Anyways, it was also obviously shot in a way that was sexy, in the same way we can find some non-con fanfic sexy and art should be allowed to do that.

There was nothing remotely healthy about this, obviously, but it was also really complex and I liked that.

And then every other sex scene was not just beautifully shot, and not your typical missionary setup, but you could also see the character development in them. Wong discovering her sexuality, for one. Especially, if you compare any of those scenes to the one with the other student.

The other thing you could see in those scenes was how they started to trust each other more. Yee stops restraining her and lets her touch him. In some of those shots, he's just lying on the bed and letting her get all over him.

And then there is the one where she looks at his gun, and he catches her looking... And then instead of making a big deal out of it, he lets her pull the pillow over his eyes?? (And they both seem to really enjoy that one... ) That scene really spelled out everything between the lines.

The way I like to think about it is that by the end of it, they both must have known deep down who and what kind of person the other one was. He knew she wasn't honest with him. And she knew that he wouldn't hesitate to sign their death warrants. And they fall for each other anyway. She chose him over herself and all of her friends. And he was absolutely heartbroken by the end.

I loved this movie, and I loved the characters' dynamics, and I loved the acting.

[transmasc-wizard]

Pretty please, the black parade Opinions

several people have said they want to hear my opinions on this which is pleasantly surprising!! so, i love every song on this album to death, and due to procrastination on having to pick something for the lowest spot, i decided to start with the Best one. also this took rlly long because i ended up re-listening to the whole album, whoops

1: Mama

cmon. fucking cmon. does this genuinely need to be defended like at all. this entire song altered my brain for real. the circusy music vibes?? the fucked up lyrics?? the emotions??? you should have raised a baby girl i should have been a better son?? perfection. 10000/10. fight me

2: House of Wolves

there is just so much stuff in this song, and it's all immaculate. from start to end you've got the most sound per sound you can possibly get, in the best way. AND!!! fucking AND!! it's got villain song vibes. 11/10 what more could you want

3: Famous Last Words

*choking back unspeakable emotions* yeah it's fine i guess

(11/10)

4: Dead!

this is partly so high because it's also got that great concentration of most sound per sound, but also for the sheer upbeat energy of such a macabre premise. i'm a sucker for that!!! also, it is a Blorbo Song. i have assigned it to an OC who is very dear to me and that boosts it up. (Hey. i said this would be biased). also the unhinged energies near the end are just the best <3 10/10

5: Welcome To The Black Parade

it's the album's namesake. it changes your brainwaves forever. it's vibes are impossible to replicate. even my parents know every word. i couldn't not put it in the top 5. caaaaaarrrryyyyyyy oooonnn-- 10/10

6: Kill All Your Friends

ah. we've come to the one I can't play in the car because of how concerning the lyrics are to my mother. look,,, i am a basic bitch. i hear a song that's upbeat and tragic and i love it!!! it's also got that nice sound-per-sound quality again. black parade songs in general are good at that. 10/10

7: This Is How I Disappear

it's angsty. it's angry. it lets you scream "FUCK" really loudly. it lets the writer brain run wild. it sounds deeply, deeply haunted. there's 38 seconds of guitar before you get a single word. it's perfect. 10/10

8: The Sharpest Lives

10/10. theres a place in the dark where the animals go you can take off your skin in the cannibal glow juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo

9: My Way Home Is Through You

we're back at soooo much sound per sound!!! this one is more raw and angry and i love it for that. it does something to my brain i dont even know what but it just does. it's Also a blorbo song too. 10/10

10: Heaven Help Us

i've probably actually listened to this one the least, but that's because it literally overwhelms me to listen to for more than a few times in the row. istg it's a religious experience. 9/10

11: Teenagers

i sing this one in the car with my dad very very loudly :D it's a funky funky tune, it doesn't really give quite the same vibes as the rest of the album but I really like it! 8/10

12: The End.

i think it's integral to the Dead! experience!!!! that's why it's higher than some of the others that i actually liked a bit better. if you haven't listened to these songs back to back (The End. coming first) then you have not lived. but on its own, i really mostly like the part from "when i grow up i want to be nothing at all" -> onwards. 7/10

13: Sleep

i have. zero thoughts. not a single coherent thought about this song. it is just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, skjdfkdgjskda.sfdsdf. to be clear the lack of thoughts isnt "oh its fine i guess :/" it's "i am physically incapable of getting my emotions into a coherent order over this" lol. 8/10

14: Disenchanted

really good!!!!!!!!! but I'm not a huge fan of the really calm opening or the way he sings at the very very start. however it gets really, like.... hypnotizing? after that, and then really powerful, and i just. <3 <3 <3 absolute solid 8/10 song that i still VERY MUCH enjoy despite it being all the way at 15 on this list skhfksdkjf. (Tho... A Secret.... i had a bit of an enemies to lovers arc with this one. i used to dislike it.) 8/10

15: I Don't Love You

a good song but not one i'd listen to for hours on repeat like some of the others. I think it's got some REALLY banger moments but it could have been More bangery, you know?? still a solid 7/10 though

16: Blood

another funky one!!!!!! it's really fun and makes me laugh a bit, especially "i'm such an awful FUUUUUUUCK!!". however (and i know this is bc it's a hidden track but still) i can't stand the minute of silence at the start skjdfhksdjf, i like to loop my songs for constant Noises and i can't do it w/this one. 6.5/10 again

17: Cancer

objectively it's a good song but for subject matter reasons it tends to make me very very sad, so it's a lower one on the list. nothing against the song though it's so good but it genuinely makes me close to crying lmao. so i don't listen to it very much at all. 6/10

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and that has been Black Parade Opinions with Nico!!! if anyone bothers me some more i will do the sweet revenge, conventional weapons & danger days opinions as well

(i,,,, have not listened to bullets. whoops)

[randynova]

How did Douma meet Peteal? What gave me to understand that Peteal was a Demon Slayer

Great question, anon! I wanted to put it in an earlier post but I felt like I was already rambling for far too long. I already infodump enough as it is lol.

Spoiler Warning!! Includes info from the manga!!

Doma meets his petal in the Red Light District, the place of lust and greed. The same way he met Daki and Gyutaro. Except, you know, when she's not on the verge of death.

You were not a demon slayer, but a prostitute who was rising up in the town. Sort of.

As if it were the retelling of a fairytale, where the two protagonists cross paths and fall in love at first sight, your fates were forever intertwined. Except, he chose for you.

(Why does he wazzup?? Why?? Old man-)

Let me set the scene.

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Doma takes small walks in the terrain of the mountains, mainly to clear his mind and take a breather from his life as a cult leader, As much as he enjoyed the lavish life, it could get tiresome and annoying with the charade he has to put up.

Lately, that's how he finds himself. He has a life most people dream of: getting worshipped like a god, having servants at his beck and call, the finest meat, vegetables and fabrics Japan has to offer, and men and women who are more than willing to offer their bodies to pleasure their leader.

He couldn't help but feel something was missing.

But just what was he missing?

He comes across the Red Light district, having a festival. The golden lights of the town were blinding, the ever-moving crowd as they walked, and the chatter of people and tune of music were deafening. It's been centuries since he came to the town and with the smell of sake and smoke in the air, he remembered why. The scent itself was enough to make him a bit nauseous. Not to mention the countless men hungrily prowling the street to scoop a girl, it annoyed him. Both threw him off guard and distracted him, keeping him from his mission to find a suitable human who’s willing to submit to him.

He almost left.

Almost.

Yet, it wouldn't hurt to look around and find a human to eat, right? No, it wouldn't hurt. He needs to remain strong and healthy after all. He wouldn't want to disappoint master Muzan afterall.

Doma walked around the stalls, the bustling streets parting ways for him. When one first sets eyes on Doma, they can’t help but take a second glance at him. The man himself was a walking Greek statue, sculpted by the hands of a hundred talented artists who put their sweat and blood into making every curve perfect, blessed by the beauty of God himself. That is, if he believed in God. 

Many courtesans approached him, but the moment he smiled, baring his sharp fangs, they looked away or became paralyzed in their spot. The demon couldn’t help but giggle watching the fear wash over their face as they took a good look at him.

Pathetic, he thought. So goddamn pathetic.

It's been about an hour since his arrival and he has yet to find a suitable meal. Every courtesan had smelt rotten and sour, a lingering scent from the men they had been with. It wouldn't be a problem if they waited at least a day for the smell to disappear, but their work demanded for their body. Doma visibly deflated and decided then and there that the next girl he came across would have to do.

He's tired of waiting.

The gentle strings of a koto reach his ears, every twang lulling him. He turns his head and freezes, his smile slowly falling, his hollow heart beating like a thousand drums in his chest. The people around stare in awe alongside him, seemingly in a trance, lost as they listen to the melody.

There you are, sitting on your knees in your pale pink kimono, the blooming flower pattern crossing over your right shoulder and wrapping around your body as it led to your thighs. Your hair was in its natural state, a huge contrast to the many women who held it up in the traditional hisashi-gami style. Though, it only made you seem even more ethereal. The demon seem mesmerized with the movement of your fingers, almost dancing across the wood as you plucked the strings, threads snapping back into place until you needed them again.

A dance between flesh and thread, the most beautiful thing a human can create.

It was such a huge difference to the sneers and cries of the people, the music that only served to stimulate the soul to give in to their lust – why hadn't he heard this before? Why?

Only when the song ended, everyone came back to reality and once again, the voices and music of the festival filled the air. Doma stayed silent, still focused on you, watching as many men raced to the front of the porch, animatedly chatting with the man beside you.

Doma walked to the front, pushing past the older men. They opened their mouths, fists raised, about to yell at him until they saw his daunting stature, his sharp teeth, and unusual eyes. They stepped back, both seething in anger and wilting in fear.

"Ah, you're so beautiful, miss! Such a wonderful song you played!" Doma cheered, speaking directly to you instead of the male beside you. You looked up and smiled, but you stiffened. You could feel the heat creeping up onto your cheeks, the tips of your ears burning, eyes widening slowly. No one really talked to you, they only addressed you when they called you to follow their orders. This... was different.

"Miss?" The handsome man waited patiently for your answer and you couldn't help but take in his appearance. His long pale, golden locks fell behind him like a waterfall made of sunlight, his eyes having the vibrant rainbow after a storm trapped in them, and a smile full of sharp canines that reminded you of your kitten back at home. The red and black long-sleeve tightly hugged his taut, lean form, accentuating his bulging muscles. Though his pants flowed freely, you didn't miss the way the light breeze pulled at his thick legs. Skin as pale as snow on a winter night, it seemed to glow under the moonlight and flames of the lanterns, giving him the aura of a god from a fairytale.

"Excuse me," the man beside you spoke. Doma turned his head and met the intense icy glare of your brother. Upon fully seeing the demon's face, his features almost darkened up. With a tight-lipped smile, he spoke, "Unless you're bidding, I suggest you leave so other men can have a chance. You know how the ceremony works."

The demon stayed quiet as he processed the words. It's been awhile since someone spoke so lowly to him; it almost reminded him of his youth. His smile fell whilst he tilted his head."'Paying..?'" He asked.

Why would he....?

His brows raised in realization and he broke into a smile once again. "Ah, yes! Of course!" Doma reached into his pocket, pulling out a small leather pouch. Reaching in, he pulled out a golden necklace with glimmering diamonds attached to the small yellow threads, and held it up in the air.

Everyone stared in awe at the sight of such a beautiful jewelry piece. No patron has ever offered accessories as grand as this one, let alone so easily. Your brother couldn't help but start beaming with greed, the sight of such jewelry being worth more than what any patron can offer him.

Which meant his vision for a future of wealth for the household is much closer than he thought.

However, his gaze shifted back to the leather pouch in the man's hand and he noticed it seemed awfully full for such a small bag, almost bursting at the seams. If anything, deflowering a girl is worth at least all the jewelry the demon carried. Perhaps more.

Your brother snapped out of his own trance and chuckled. "This is Mizuage. A girl's virginity is worth more than one piece of jewelry, sir. If you may, please step to the side and allow other patrons to place their bid."

Doma froze, eyes widening as his cheeks were dusted with a bright pink.

Mizuage. No wonder so many men are gathering around the house like hungry dogs prowling a corpse. The chance to take advantage of a celebration for a woman's virginity is like throwing a million golden coins in a street of beggars - an opportunity too grand to pass up. An opportunity Doma always had the privilege to take first.

His cult followers were nothing but disposable, offering their minds and bodies to the demon. He's had his fair share of deflowering people, and knows exactly how to make them tick. He also has the knowledge of how to manipulate the situation to his advantage.

A dark chuckle ripples through the air and Doma beams, taking a step towards the porch and leaning in close to the man beside you. He practically sneers yet, with his gleeful tone, it sounds no different than his up-beat voice, "My mistake. I truly thought a part of my offering was more than enough to outbid any of these pathetic men's money. I can assure you, young man, not even the old geezer has enough to outbid what I'm offering right now."

The old men scowled at Doma's words while the man merely forced out an awkward chuckle. He gave a short hum and closed his eyes, holding his hand out, "You seem to be mistaken, sir. The wealthiest bidder hasn't even arrived yet and I know he can offer more money than this jewelry is worth. As mentioned before – please step aside and let other customers place in their bids."

Doma narrowed his eyes. "Then what would be the appropriate amount to outbid him?"

"Hmm, perhaps that pouch of yours would be enough. Unless you're having second thoughts, then, I believe you can look for business elsewhere. You're wasting my time."

How irritating. "No, no, I believe that's a fair price," Doma hisses with a sickly sweet tone, fighting every single fiber inside his body to tear the man apart, limb from limb for simply speaking to him like that. He takes a deep breath and chuckles, "As requested, the bag is yours."

Doma raises his hand and drops the leather bag in your brother's hand. "I'll take the girl now, if you don't mind. I don't want to leave you with the task of delivering her to the room – I don't trust you not run off with my payment."

Ignoring Doma's crude and curt answer, your brother happily opened the bag and took a peek inside. He grinned and motioned towards the house behind him. "Thank you. Glad to do business with you, sir."

"Likewise."

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The air was tense, thick enough to suffocate you. The man from before sat across from you, smiling and humming in content.

You sat on your knees, gripping the fabric tightly, your knuckles turned pale, shaking as you avoided his gaze. A warm chuckle reached your ears, making goosebumps run up your arm, yet you refused to turn.

Before you knew it, he appeared in front of you. He cupped your cheek, gently turning you to him. He gave your a soft smile, one that made your hearts skip. God, he just had to taste you.

Doma's lips were like ice as they pressed against your mouth, his gentle yet cold touch as he slowly slipped the fabric from your shoulder, exposing your soft [S/T] skin. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, earning a whimper from the young woman.

As he pulled away, the demon couldn't help but take in the young girl's appearance. She couldn't be more than eighteen, perhaps nineteen. Fluttering eyes that looked at him with both fear and curiosity, parted and swollen lips with small quick breaths, shyly covering her chest - as if he hasn't seen it all before.

"Oh, miss, don't hide yourself," Doma purrs, pushing you back onto the plush blankets is the futon, following in suit and hovering over you. His hair fell and encased both of you in a golden waterfall, the yellow glow of the lantern shining over both of you. His palms were on either side of your head, and he began grind his throbbing shaft against your aching mound. Tilting his head, he took in the lewd sight.

You whimpered, batting your eyelashes, and clenching your thighs. He laughs, "You're beautiful. Please, let me show you how pretty you are. I promise I won't hurt you. " He balances himself on one hand and caresses your face with his knuckles, the cold feeling of his skin sending chills down your spine.

"I promise, I'll make this night worth remembering, one you never want to forget," He coos, wiping away a stray tear. "Let me take care of you."

As you gazed up at him, you still couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling pooling in your stomach. "Promise?"

"I promise. Now, are you sure you want this? I want to make sure you're safe with this decision."

The uneasiness grew to be too much and you shook your head, pushing him away. "No, I-I don't. But... I- I need to do this, or else my brother will get upset with me. Please, I..."

Doma stopped and sat up, staring in shock at you. Even though he lost his humanity long ago, the time for his desires could wait until later. Right now, you needed space as you tried to stifle your sobs and looked to the side, letting the tears fall to the floor.

You were nothing but a broken girl forced to live a cruel life, endure a terrible fate, only worsened by your beauty. The guilt and sympathy that bloomed seeing you like that, only confirmed that the demon was going soft. But that didn’t scare him.

Though he remained silent, Doma made it his mission to protect you for the time being. As well as make sure that you would remain pure for the rest of your short, pathetic life.

At least, until you were his.

Right now, it was too soon.

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From that night, Doma spent most of his time watching you. He couldn't place his finger on it, the way you made him feel is different, yet he couldn't understand why.

He sent his male followers to the Red Light District, ordering them to buy your time for as long as possible and make sure no other man got you.

And by God, they made sure they were your primary customers.

Every piece of jewelry or money given to him was used to buy you, ensuring you remained pure and untouched. Not that you minded. His followers followed their mission through and through.

None of them were allowed to touch you and if they did, he'd kill them before the sun even rose. The last time someone tried was before his arriving time and went he entered the room, he found the man hovering over you, your cries and pleads to stop being ignored as they hastily ripped apart your clothing. He almost faltered and revealed his true colors.

Never have you seen the mam move so fast. He tore off the man and dragged him outside as he begged for mercy, only to return a few minutes later smelling like copper, smiling like if nothing had happened. You didn’t dare ask, however, not wanting to know as you saw the burning anger in his eyes before it dispersed into the usual bright and joyful look you were used to. The uneasiness only amplified that day.

His hollow heart seemed to beat and race around you. The way you smiled with such warmth and gentleness made him grin, a mellow feeling filling him as he heard your mirthful laughter. He found himself enjoying his time with you and never wanted the night to end.

Doma just wanted to be by your side, an action that surprised himself. It irritated him to no end that he couldn't be with you during the day, only being able to come at night.

When the sun began to rise, he wanted to scream and curse at the sky, at mother nature. But he knew he'd return hours later, he just wished it never had to end.

Every sweet compliment that rolled of his tongue had you swaying, falling a little deeper into the pool of passion every time. Every gift he brought you, it seemed like a dream with how luxurious they appeared. He outbid every man at night and soon, he took up most of your time, not allowing anyone else to have you. Every action pulled you in.

Soon, you found yourself happily waiting for his return every night. Upon his insistence, you wore the pink petal kimono every night, making sure the following morning you washed and dried it to be presentable.

Doma never felt so at peace before. So happy. You brought him that and he wasn't about to let that go.

Not over his dead body.

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"What...?"

"My brother found a wealthy suitor who is willing to marry me...," you whisper with a hoarse tone, throat raw from the hours of crying. "He... He lost all the money you paid in gambling, and-and put our household deep into debt. The man is willing to pay them all off if I become his wife."

Doma's smile slowly fell and his gaze turned dark. All the money he invested, gone in the blink of an eye, and now he was going to lose you – all because of the stupid, pathetic actions of your irresponsible brother. Yet, he couldn't stop the question slipping from his mouth, the ache in his chest blooming as he processed the information.

"Who... Who is he...?"

"A-A wealthy merchant. Despite his old age, he has a few wives and children already, but I will be the youngest now." Burying your face into your hands, avoiding his intense expression, you weakly weep, "But, Doma, you have to understand, he offered enough money to get us out of our debt and to set us for life! What choice do I have?!"

Your words fell on deaf ears as they went in one ear and went out the other. His nose twitched and the tips of his fingers tingle. The ringing seemed was so loud, he just couldn't focus on anything said afterwards. Seeing your tears cascading down your cheeks as you tried to explain, hearing the white noise of your broken sobs wracking your body, it filled him with absolute fury.

The thought of someone even touching what was his, it boiled his blood. Even Satan himself could not rival the wrath bubbling inside him. It took everything in him to not explode and go to your household, just to curse at your brother and rip his head off his body, smashing it to smithereens. Oh he was just so tempted to, too.

Doma reached out and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close, and tucking your head under his chin. He put his hand on the small of your back and began stroking your hair.

When all of this was over, he'd deal with your incompetent brother personally. Doma will make sure that he suffers in his last moments and make it last for hours.

He waited until you calmed down, waited until your cries became nothing more than sniffles, and he grasped you chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. Oh the sight of his dear beloved being so upset tugged at heartstrings. He spoke in a soft, soothing tone, offering you an opportunity you just couldn’t refuse.

Doma offered you a life outside of this dark, cruel city. He offered you freedom, a chance to leave the twisted fate you were forced to live in for years - a new home. And like a fool, desperate to escape, you took his hand and ran.

You left without a second glance, carried like a doll in Doma's arms into the darkness of the night. Through it all, sweet promises were made, one strategy seemed too good to be true.

Your family, for once, couldn't make you the scapegoat to clean up their problems.

Finally, you were free.

However, when you arrived in a small shack in the inner mountains, did you realize your mistake.

Only when the door shut and chains were locked did the situation finally dawn on you.

Doma promised to make you his and like a hungry wolf finally meeting his prey, he towered over you and made his mark, pronouncing you to be his new beloved.

He didn't let you leave.

He threatened you that if you even step foot outside the shack, he'll know. If you try to escape, he'll punish you. But if you tried moving on from him, he'll kill them.

Leaving was never a choice nor a possibility.

Doma called you petal, a term of endearment for him, a reminder of the pattern of your kimino that you wore the night you met. The countless petals that littered the fabric, he found the name perfect for you. " 'Petal'? Yes, I think that fits you so well, my beloved. My pretty petal... I like the sound of that!"

Yet, you could only see it as the night your life took a turn for the worse, meeting the demon who tricked you with his sweet words of a better life. He was so handsome, how could you not accept his proposal of buying you for a night? Like a stupid little girl, you thought you were getting your happy ending and finally getting rid of the chains you that were forced upon on you for years.

But now? You weren't in chains or a cell, you were in your own personal hell.

And the devil who made it a reality made you his lover.

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Now that Doma has you, he won't let you leave.

He won't let you go.

And most certainly, he won't let you love anyone else.

Only him. He will be the only man you love.

If he has to kill the world to make sure of it, he will.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .

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A.N. :Genuinely don't know why most of my Petal drafts aren't posted if they're finished. Until I realized they needed editing lol.

[smurphyse]

One Week In

Series Masterlist

Smurph's Masterlist

Part 8 of The Arrangement

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Adora of Alfheim (Arranged Marriage AU)

Word count: 5667

Warnings: Mentions of masturbation, Loki lusting after his bride lol

Summary: As the days pass, Loki and Adora grow more comfortable with one another. Adora makes a decision about Milja's future, and Loki makes Adora a proposition.

Adora balanced Milja on her lap, coaxing bites of food into her while she played with Prince Stuffy, reading a book over her shoulder. She loved the damned plushie and had carried it with her everywhere since Hela gave it to her a few days ago, much to Adora’s disdain. 

She could sense the seidr coming from the toy. Unable to tell if it was leftover from its creation or if some spell had been cast on it, Adora couldn't bring herself to take it away from Milja. It hadn't brought any harm to her, so she decided to let her keep it for now, but she found herself studying the toy whenever Milja went to sleep.

Four days had passed since she arrived in Asgard. Four long days of parties and feasts and meetings in between. Adora knew Loki was trying to keep her busy by having her redesign her wedding dress, but she didn't mind. It was keeping her thoughts off their impending marriage and the feasts at night. 

She was growing a bit more comfortable with the people around her, though she had noticed Loki’s change in behavior to her. He presented only the best manners around her now, never allowed anyone to touch her unless she made the first move, coolly intervening and putting himself in the line of fire when a stray hand made its way toward her. He even started complimenting her on her dresses, remarking on the stitchwork, but she never told him they were made by her own hand. 

His gifts had changed from gaudy jewelry to delicate trinkets and large floral displays, much more to Adora’s taste. So far he had presented her with hand carved paint brushes and canvases in all shapes and sizes, supplies for embroidery created with thought and care in almost too many colors to ever use, and some dress forms that were somehow perfectly in her and Milja’s sizes.

Wylen had been deeply annoyed when he saw the Ahava necklace Loki had given her, both with Loki's lack of knowledge of their customs and that Adora found it amusing to be given such a gift and had kept it. 

He grumbled that Loki had better not get her pregnant, and that the thought of having him as a permanent son-in-law was less appealing than being set upon by wild dogs. Adora agreed quietly that she had no intention of doing so, and for him to keep his feelings to himself, and he'd begrudgingly agreed as well. 

She was working through the copy of Tristan and Isolde that Loki had let her take from the tunnels, keeping one eye on Milja playing with the toy. They sat in the veranda next to the Sea of Space while Odin, Frigga, and Wylen went over more terms of their marriage contract. 

The breeze from the Sea brought along with it the scent of saltwater and a cool mist on the hot morning. Adora liked that about Asgard, that even in the hottest heat of summer a cool breeze would flow through the realm and create the perfect climate to enjoy oneself in. Unlike Alfheim, it didn’t have different seasons in different parts of the realm where one could be in a desert one mile and an arctic landscape the next.

"There's also the adoption of Milja to be considered," Odin said, catching Adora’s ear and making her look up from the book. 

She snapped it shut, and all eyes turned to her as she set it down. "I was under the impression that Loki would have nothing to do with Milja’s upbringing."

"With the threat to your line under Vanaheim's advancements to your territory, I wanted to explore it," Odin explained calmly, but both Wylen and Adora stiffened, making quick eye contact before looking back to him. "Milja is the future of the Ljósálfar, as are you, and keeping her safe is of top priority."

"I mean no offense when I say this, Odin," Wylen said sternly, his jaw set tightly. "But your son has no business making decisions for my granddaughter."

"He'll have no control over Adora’s choices on how to raise her," Frigga insisted, flashing Adora what she knew to be an attempting smile to comfort her, but it did nothing. "You'll make each and every decision. We want you and Milja to be protected, and with the weight of two monarchies and their armies, she'll be safer."

"Your son knows nothing about the Ljósálfar or Alfheim’s attempts at reinstating them as a head of power. He hardly knows anything about his own ancestry as a Fr-," Adora began, but Odin waved a hand. 

"The boy thinks he needs to know everything but he doesn't. My son, as intelligent and battle-hardened as he is, knows little about creating and maintaining relationships. His adoption of Milja will be in name only, as she will be raised here, and will only publicly solidify this alliance further and confirm the rumors that Milja is his child."

Adora thought about this as her father glared at Odin. She chewed on her bottom lip, nodding to let them know she was mulling it over. 

With Milja claimed by the Prince of Asgard, she would be safer than as an unclaimed bastard with no confirmation as to who her father was. Adora never wanted to tell anyone who her real father was. Only Wylen and Adora knew the truth surrounding Milja’s conception, not even Odin had been informed of that information, but she knew he had his suspicions.

“I want it in explicit writing,” Adora decided, “and Loki has to agree to this as well. It’s not exactly fair to spring on him that he’s adopted a child without his knowledge.”

“Where is your son, anyway, Odin?” Wylen asked slyly, earning an unamused glance from Adora. “Do any of your children attend these meetings or is it just mine?”

“In the mornings, Loki and Thor swim the Sea of Space as part of their exercise routines. Hela usually does hers in the Training Halls.” Frigga sat up straighter, prouder as she spoke of her children, and Adora smiled to herself at the sight. 

She remembered from her childhood that Frigga was a fiercely protective mother, just like Adora’s mother Ismene had been. The two of them used to sit and watch them play, bragging about their respective babies and their accomplishments even though Adora, Loki, and Thor had only been around eight years old the first time they met. 

Unlike now, Loki and Thor’s hair had always been cropped short, the handful of times they’d come to Alfheim sticking out like a sore thumb in her memories. Some eight hundred years after they’d first met, Adora had been unable to recognize them on her first trip to Asgard with their long hair and intricate braids. 

Back then, Loki had enjoyed wearing his hair with a few Rune-etched beads at the ends of his braids, and Adora had always thought him beautiful like that. She’d gravitated toward him for dances, with his pale skin and bright eyes, his lithe body had carried her away into the night on many occasions, but they never spoke then as they had as children, when things were a bit more carefree and light.

Adora wondered idly, not for the first time since coming back to Asgard, if Loki remembered that he had been her first kiss, that she had been his. In her mother’s gardens, some fifteen hundred years before. 

It was lightning fast, Adora’s bravery stronger then than it was now, and she’d pressed her lips to his with her eyes clamped shut. Loki’s went wide as saucers, but he’d kissed her back, and she’d run off into the gardens without so much as a glance back at him, her face alight with childhood exploration and excitement. 

It was all so long ago, and Adora remembered that day fondly. It was one of the reasons she’d agreed to this union in the first place. Her childhood heart held a kind place for Loki Odinson, for the memory of the children they both used to be before her family’s demise and she’d had to grow up so fast… it was things like that she held onto the tightest in her memories.

“The Sea was perfect this morning!” Thor boomed as he approached, Loki trailing quickly behind him. They both stood proud and tall as they interrupted the contract meeting they had likely not been invited to, as Odin seemed intent on keeping Loki out of as much of it as possible. 

“We went all the way out to the Bifrost and back,” Loki grinned, clapping Thor on the shoulder. “Tried to spook Heimdall, but he spotted us before we could, the bastard.” 

“Loki, watch your tongue,” Frigga scolded him. Loki made an apologetic face, glanced over to Milja then to her. He grinned at Adora as he followed Thor onto the veranda. 

His hair was wet, trailing water along the shoulders of his casual morning clothing. He padded over to Adora and sat down next to her, keeping up the guise of their relationship for the servants and guards that ambled about the palace. The scent of the sea wafted from him, salt and cool water washing over Adora wonderfully as she gave him an awkward smile.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly as his arm draped across the back of the long curved couch they all sat on. It wrapped around the circular structure, light blue cushions built into the carved marble and complimenting the seafoam around them.

Milja jumped from Adora’s lap and grabbed the little plate of lemon bars she’d brought along for Milja to enjoy. They were her favorite, and back home on Alfheim Adora made a batch once a week just for her. 

She watched fondly as Milja made a lap around the veranda with the plate, first to Frigga and Odin, who took them politely, then to Wylen. Her father mussed the top of Milja’s head as he took one from the dish, placing a quick kiss to her cheek before she ran off toward Thor. 

“Thank you, little one,” he said sweetly, taking a big bite just for her. He moaned appreciatively and patted his belly, leaning forward to look at her with a grin. “Did you make these? They’re delicious!” 

“No, silly,” Milja giggled, her cheeks turning bright red. The girl had developed a little crush on Thor since coming here. 

His visits to their chamber before bed did little to help it, and Milja had begun insisting he tell her a story before she would even go to her room. Luckily Thor was a good storyteller and didn't seem to mind the fun uncle role he had been thrust into. 

She waited until he ate the whole thing, bouncing on her heels with glee as he grumbled happily with each bite. 

“Do you like it?” she asked, her eyes wide as she watched him lick the crumbs from his fingers. 

“I sure do,” Thor told her, and Milja glanced back at Adora with a grin, which she happily returned. “Where did you get these?”

“Mommy made them!”

“Your mommy is very talented, little one, just like you,” Thor chuckled, and he poked her little belly with his large finger. Milja laughed and pulled away from him, but she kept her full attention on Thor as Loki shifted awkwardly beside Adora.

“You know,” Thor whispered like it was a secret, and Milja leaned in to listen. “My brother loves sweets. I bet he’d really like to try one.”

Milja glanced over her shoulder at Loki, a little unsure. She hadn’t spent much time around him or spoken directly to him, and Loki had made little effort to bond with her. Part of Adora was glad, as she knew next to nothing of the Loki from now compared to years before. Another part grieved, as Adora would probably have to split her time between the two of them if Milja didn’t like him.

“Go on,” Thor insisted, waving his hands. Milja’s shoulders slumped a bit at his dismissal, but she ambled over to them slowly, holding the plate up to Loki. 

“Uh, thank you,” he murmured as he eyed the lemon bars suspiciously. He picked one up and inspected it before taking a bite, everyone around the veranda watching closely, just to see how this all panned out.

Loki’s eyes widened as he chewed, then his brow furrowed while he looked to Adora, “What is this?” 

“A lemon bar,” Adora chuckled, but Milja’s chin began to wobble as she saw the look on his face, assuming it to be bad. 

“You don’t like it?” Milja asked quietly. Loki’s eyebrows nearly flew to his hairline as he finished swallowing, so Adora took the plate from Milja, set it on the table and pulled her back onto her lap.

“It's wonderful,” he insisted, swallowing thickly and looking to Thor for help, but all he did was grin at his brother cheekily. Loki’s gaze came back to Milja, “Do you think your mommy would make me some?”

Milja brightened up immediately, nodding emphatically. Loki breathed a sigh of relief when she went back to playing with Prince Stuffy once more and everyone’s attention went back to one another. 

“You don’t have to eat them if you don’t like them,” Adora told him softly, leaning back against the cushion and watching him with a smile. 

“Oh, no,” he said quickly, waving the lemon bar. He took another bite and tried to whisper back, “These are fucking amazing, I’ll ea-.”

“Hey!” Milja grumbled, turning and giving Loki her best stink eye. “That’s a bad word!”

Adora turned away to laugh while Milja scared Loki straight, his eyes wide and nervous. Odin and Frigga chuckled while Wylen glared at Loki.

He gulped as he swallowed his bite, “My apologies, Princess, I won’t do it again.”

Milja went back to playing with the toy again, a frown set on her little face, “Not s’posed to say bad words, mommy says so.”

“Yes, Loki,” Thor laughed, clutching his stomach, “Mommy says so, don’t you ever listen?”

“Oh, be quiet,” Loki grumbled, crossing his arms and sinking lower into the cushion. After being scolded by a toddler, he didn’t say much for the rest of the morning, instead sitting close to Adora and pouting at being laughed at. 

He finished the lemon bar, though, and made sure to ask Milja before he took another. She begrudgingly said yes, but she was a good girl and handed it to him herself. 

Adora knew then that she was in for a handful with those two. Milja would either grow to like him, or make this very difficult for him. Adora knew which her father would prefer, but she wasn’t so sure what she wanted. 

Did she want Loki to have a relationship with her daughter? Thor she understood, he was playful and very good with her, but Loki seemed highly uncomfortable around the girl. If Milja was to grow up on Asgard and see Adora with Loki most of the time, would it be best if she grew to enjoy his company as well?

On the flip side, it would be easier to leave the less connections Milja had to this place. Adora planned to visit Alfheim often, ensuring that her daughter knew it to be her home as well. 

She just didn't know.  It seemed lately Adora didn't know a lot, and she didn't like that one bit.

Wylen took Milja from her as they left the veranda, chatting with Thor joyfully while Loki and Adora trailed behind. She didn’t miss the way Loki watched Thor and her father, a thinly veiled look of jealousy marring his features. Unfortunately, Adora knew he was never going to have a good relationship with Wylen. Her father resented him and his reputation far too much.

Adora took his hand, and he smiled at her as their fingers intertwined. Their pace slowed until Loki pulled her to a stop, and as soon as her father was out of sight he reached out and brushed back some of her hair.

“Something on your mind?” she asked gently, and he nodded.

Loki’s gaze trailed over her curls as he pushed them back again, lacing his fingers through her long locks and running his thumb over the ends. 

“Aela tells me the servants are…” Loki began. He swallowed thickly, running his hand through her hair again like focusing on it somehow made it easier for him to talk. “They’re gossiping about Thor going to your chambers late at night.”

“Are you asking me if I’m sleeping with your brother?” Adora asked with a smile, but Loki shrugged, looking away from her. “Loki, are you really asking me that?”

Loki scrunched up his face, still refusing to look at her, so she reached out and pulled his jaw until he looked down at her. He sighed heavily and tried to pull away, but Adora held him firm.

“I know you always liked him better than me, and it’s… obvious Milja does too,” he mumbled bitterly, “I know you need this alliance for your realm, and I would never hold it against you if you chose Thor instead.”

Adora couldn’t help but grin, and Loki’s brows furrowed as he frowned at her in return. “Loki, your father gave me the choice between you or Thor should either of you agree to an arranged marriage. I chose you, I wanted to marry you.”

“You did?” he asked, his voice raising a few octaves in surprise. “But the rumors…”

“I had hoped they were just rumors, and you’ve told me they are. I’m choosing to believe you.” 

“Oh,” he whispered, finally softening into her touch. Those damned brows of his came together again as his constant train of thought barreled to another question, “Why?”

Now it was Adora’s turn to look away, biting her bottom lip and dropping her hand from Loki. Loki chuckled and swept his arms around her waist and pulled her hips to his. He poked the tip of her nose with his as she tried to bite back her grin. 

“Adora…” he sing-songed, earning a laugh from her. The heat in her cheeks burned almost painfully. “You won’t tell your future husband why you want to marry him? Cruel, my dear.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she scolded him playfully, finally catching his eye. 

“Truly, what a cruel wife I’m about to have,” he tutted, shaking his head and sighing. “I shall know nothing of love and affection if we keep going like this.”

“Oh, Norns, you are so dramatic!” 

“Tell me, then!” 

Adora groaned, "I always liked you. You used to make me laugh when we were young, and you always danced with me when we came to visit."

“Those are very poor reasons,” Loki scoffed, “Thor’s much funnier than I am.”

“I think you give him too much credit because you love your big brother. I stand by what I said.”

Loki groaned in annoyance, glaring down at her as he tried to read her, but Adora knew she gave nothing away. 

“Adora!” a voice called, and Loki stepped quickly away from her as they spotted her father down the hall. “You’re going to be late if you don’t stop puttering around with him.”

“Coming!” Adora said back, feeling suddenly like the scolded teenager she never had the chance to be. Her face was hot as she and Loki shared a sneaky glance, sharply looking away before hurrying to follow their parents. 

“I don’t think your father likes me,” Loki whispered, blanching when Wylen shot him an annoyed glance over his shoulder.

“He doesn’t,” Adora admitted. She bumped him with her shoulder, smiling up at him in what she hoped was a reassuring face. “But I do.”

“I can live with that.”

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Loki was exhausted. 

He never realized how much Asgardians touched until he started intervening for Adora. It was a near constant threat. Whether it was a hand coming her way or a kiss from one of the many gentlemen who wanted to say they kissed a Fae, Loki was growing quickly tired of dodging them for her.

Keeping up this facade of interest in her and her culture was difficult. He didn’t actually want to know Adora, just wanted to know enough to win the bet, but luckily the more he learned about her the more his confidence grew that she was slowly falling for him. 

He started picking up on her tics the more comfortable she became with him. From the way her eyes widened and her jaw tightened when there was too much profanity being thrown around to the way she wrung her hands when she wanted to get away from someone, Loki found himself learning a lot about Adora of Alfheim.

She didn’t drink. Sure, she held onto whatever goblet was pushed in front of her, but she never took a sip of the wine or whiskey, opting instead for water when she thought nobody was looking. She didn’t eat meat, though he knew her to be a hunter, just pushed it around her plate enough to look like she was eating it. The only thing Loki saw her eat was vegetables, fruits, and greens, sometimes a sweet, but never more than one.

They were making their rounds at their seventh feast in as many days, Loki’s arm wrapped tightly around Adora’s waist and keeping her possessively close to ward off potential grabbing hands. She had stopped stiffening from his touch and instead leaned into it, her warmth melting through his dress robes. Loki found he enjoyed the way her skin felt against his, though he only truly felt it when they held hands.

Adora kept most of herself covered, albeit in tulle or lace, but she liked to leave much to the imagination. Her dresses gave away just enough to tantalize, usually with a dipping neckline or a slit up the thigh, and Loki was sneakily glad he was the only one who got to feel Adora’s body through her clothing.

She was curvy and soft, and from Loki’s tall vantage point he’d gotten more than one good glance down her dresses, nearly drooling at the thought of what her bosom might look like without the layers of chiffon covering them. Even though it would be for business, Loki looked forward to their consummation night, and had quite a few self-love sessions just thinking about what a handful of Adora’s backside might feel like in his palm.

The jagged scar on her back seemed to be the only imperfection on Adora’s small frame, and even that enticed him. He’d heard tales of Adora leading her armies into battle, but her quiet demeanor made him wonder if that was all they were. He made a mental note to get her into the training halls to see what she was capable of.

He was feeling quite content at the moment, licking his lips and watching Adora’s breasts bounce as she spoke animatedly to Thor about something Loki hadn’t bothered listening to. They were truly beautiful, and after a few drinks he found he wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into them.

Loki cleared his throat and stood up straighter, trying to wave away the lust in his mind. It had been three weeks since he’d slept with anyone, a record for him. It was making him antsy, and as much as he loved the touch of his own hand, having someone to take frustrations out on was much more satisfying. 

Tearing his eyes from Adora’s ample cleavage, Loki caught the eye of her father. He shot daggers at Loki from his seat next to Odin, making Loki swallow thickly. He looked away and downed the rest of his goblet, which was quickly filled once more by a passing servant.

His head swam with the wine, his cheeks burning at Wylen’s obvious disapproval of him. He wanted the old man’s approval, if only to make this whole thing easier on himself. Clearly, Adora valued his opinion, and it would only be better for Loki if he was on Wylen’s good side.

"Loki!" a gentle voice came from behind, and Loki groaned. He and Adora turned to see Vali, his stupid golden hair shining under the candlelight. 

"Uncle," Loki said with a tight-lipped smile. He waved a hand to Adora, who tugged on her fingers as she usually did when introduced to new people. "Adora, this is my uncle Vali, my father's youngest brother."

"Princess Adora, it is truly an honor to meet you. Might I take your hand?" he asked politely, holding his palm out for her to take. The bastard, he always knew the proper customs for everyone he met. 

Adora brightened immediately, always relieved when someone asked permission before attempting to pull her into a crushing hug as Asgardians tended to do. 

"I remember you," she told him with a sad smile. "You were at my mother's and sisters' funeral."

Vali's face fell, but he took Adora’s hand and kissed her knuckles, promptly releasing her and taking a step away. "I miss your sisters and mother greatly. They were a joy to be around."

"As I recall, you used to follow Ade around like a lost puppy."

Loki had almost forgotten that, it was so long ago. Vali was only a little older than Hela, and Adora's eldest sister had been Hela's age. Loki, Thor, and Adora spent most of their time running together the few times they'd gone to Alfheim, but Vali had made many trips there just to visit Ade. 

His intention had been to marry her, and when she died Vali had gone away for a long time. When he came back some five hundred years later, he was different. He was still polite and kind, but his gaze wasn't quite as bright as it had been when Loki and Thor were children, and he could be much more blunt. 

Vali grinned sheepishly, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. "Yes, she was a treasure, you look just like her. I understand your little one takes after you, but she has Loki's hair. Imagine my surprise when I received a letter from my brother detailing his secret granddaughter."

Adora's body turned to coiled steel, but she nodded stiffly. With Milja’s dark hair, she passed easily for Loki's child. He still had no idea who her real father was, and now that Loki thought about it, it never even occurred to him to ask. 

How had a man fathered a child with the heir to Alfheim and not marry Adora? How had she managed to have an unclaimed bastard when fathering one with a future queen was a surefire way to rise in status?

“Milja’s an angel,” Thor chuckled brightly. Loki knew his brother had grown fond of the little girl, but Loki still struggled. Milja didn’t seem to care for him, and Loki found earning her approval might be harder than gaining Wylen’s.

"With how Loki runs around, I'm honestly surprised Milja is his only child. The boy gets around with ease, from what I hear, the servants know more about his body than I’m sure is appropriate."

"You're supposed to be the nice one, uncle," Thor said sternly, giving Vali a hard look. "Adora doesn't want to hear about Loki's escapades."

"Five hundred years is a long time to be apart, no doubt you took lovers of your own?" Vali defended himself, turning to Adora.

Adora's face turned bright red, as it always did when the topic of sex was brought up. Loki wouldn't call her a prude, but it wasn't a subject she liked to listen to or talk about. Since her panic in her chambers over his sexual proclivities, Loki had done his best to keep the sex talk limited around her, which was harder to do with each passing glance down her dress.

"That's not really your business, it's it?" Loki snapped, noticing how Adora began to wring her hands again. "If you'll excuse us, I'd like to take a walk around the gardens with my fiance."

Vali politely stepped aside, letting Loki and Adora pass as he led her quickly from the Hall. He vaguely registered that she had to jog to keep up with his long strides, keeping his hand wrapped around her arm until they reached the hedges.

“Loki, you’re squeezing me,” Adora whined, pawing at his knuckles. Loki took his hand from her immediately, shame swelling in his belly as she rubbed her bicep and watched him closely.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Loki swiped a hand down his face before taking a big gulp of his wine. “I’m sorry about him, too. Vali can be… forward.”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” she mumbled. Wrapping her arms around her waist, Adora gazed off to the gardens, still uncomfortable with them being completely alone like they were out here. “Why did you bring me here?”

“I just wanted to get out of there for a while,” Loki confessed, setting his goblet on a nearby bench. “The more feasts we do the more real all of this gets, I suppose.”

“Feels less like a game the closer we are to marrying?” 

Her jaw was set tightly, her wide eyes alight with fire as she analyzed him. Loki cocked his head and nodded, “Yeah, exactly.”

Adora said nothing, simply turned and walked off toward the roses. Loki followed, catching up with her and stepping along the stone walkway in time with her small footsteps.

"I wanted to ask you something," he began, and Adora sighed, looking far away toward the city. 

"Who is Milja’s father?"

Loki murmured an agreement, and Adora sighed again. She wrung her hands together tightly, red patching along her skin as she rubbed her skin raw. Loki reached out and took her hand, giving her a reassuring smile, but Adora still seemed troubled. 

"How could he let someone else claim her, or let you slip away from him to do this all alone?"

"He's… irrelevant," she told him softly, her voice wavering as her eyes became wet and glossy. "I made a mistake, that's all."

"But you're a royal, you could have… taken care of the problem and nobody would have ever known."

"Milja was not the mistake," Adora snarled, yanking her hand from his and taking a step back from him. "She was a gift, is a gift. She's the only reason I'm still standing."

"Okay," Loki tried to soothe. He held up his palms in defense of himself, and Adora softened a bit, but she still eyed him warily. "He was the mistake, I didn't mean any offense."

"Loki," Adora groaned, wrapping her arms around her waist once more and gazing off again at the far away city. "When I say I am inexperienced… I meant it. I've had exactly one sexual encounter in my life and I'd sooner forget it ever happened."

Loki's brows raised in surprise, "You've only had sex once?"

Adora's cheeks burned, and she watched him hesitantly before nodding. "I was fully committed to the idea of waiting for marriage, as I have been running my realm for most of my life, but it seems fate had other plans for me. At least I got Milja out of it."

"But you're a beautiful woman, Adora. You could've married long ago."

"I've had other things to worry about."

"So," Loki purred, moving forward and placing his hands softly on her waist. Norns, she was so soft, and now knowing she was hardly touched or corrupted, it ignited that innocence kink that burned deeply within him. 

"You've never had an orgasm, have you?"

"Uh- I," she stammered, her cheeks somehow flushing hotter as she gazed up at him with wide eyes. "Loki, I, that's none-."

"It's a shame, that's what it is," he murmured, leaning in close and brushing his nose against hers. 

Adora gulped, her little chest heaving under the lowlight. Loki reached out and ran his fingertips over the pendant he'd given her, delighting in the shiver that ran through her. 

"I'm not… I didn't mean, I'm not asking you for that."

"Well, I don't plan on bedding you on our consummation night and letting you walk away unsatisfied," he whispered, his brows furrowing together in frustration. He pulled her hips to his as he had done that morning, and she gasped at the contact. 

"Why?" she asked seriously, and it made something crack in his chest. "I can't satisfy you, I…don't know how."

She truly expected him to sleep with her and give her no pleasure whatsoever. How terrible had her only romp been that she would have such low hopes for their consummation? 

Loki brushed back her hair as he had that morning, keeping a firm hand on her hip and watching her as gently as he could. 

“You said you wanted to learn to let go, right?” he asked softly, and she nodded slowly, still a bit unsure in what was happening, but Loki knew he had her right where he wanted her. “Let me teach you.”

“Oh,” Adora murmured, but her gaze flicked to his lips and back up to his eyes. "I, uhm…"

"Just think about it," Loki whispered. He made sure his lips brushed hers as he moved to kiss her cheek, and she jumped in surprise. 

Pressing his lips to her cheekbone Loki gave her hip a firm squeeze. She leaned into his touch, her breath wavering in his ear and he had to bite back his satisfied smirk as he pulled away. 

He looped his arm around Adora’s, leading her back to the feast. She said nothing, dazed and a little shocked, but Loki could see the gears turning in her mind as she thought about his offer. 

Everything was going according to plan.

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Why do we like this clown so much?

Change the "we" for "I" and you get an usual tag I use whenever I post my content in Tumblr. And it sounds funny at first but whenever you start diving into that phrase, the deeper it becomes. So, I finally have decided to share my thoughts about this strange but wholesome attraction to this deeply flawed character. It's not something I usually do since I don't know how to write down my feelings properly and also in english so please forgive any typos (I'm from Chile so don't be surprised lol).

So...Why do we like this clown so much?

Why was it that a character precisely designed to scare and to disgust the fuck out of us ended up unchaining a series of feelings that shouldn't have taken place in a beginning?

Let's take a look at the background: Joaquin Phoenix was cast as Arthur Fleck/Joker in 2018. The first image of him as the aforementioned character revealed a deeply disturbed man. We knew the plot. A man driven to insanity after a brutal history of abuse, creating concern in people if the upcoming film would inspire real life violence. Incel violence and mass shootings, more specifically.

(the image in question)

As 2019 arrives, the two trailers generated so much hype that media needed to fuel its concern about it. Since it wasn't your typical comic book film, media basically bombed our minds making us believe this film was going to be a total disaster, an excuse to cause harm to others among other nonsense, as if the film would justify everything Arthur would do in the film, eventually. As the release date is closer, the film receives thunderous applause and unanimous praise from critics. At this, fans rejoiced and expressed impatience to watch the film.

October 5th.

People left the theaters amazed, shocked and genuinely moved by the inhuman treatment Arthur received in the film. The fear media tried so desperately to infuse in us with all the incel bullshit and such turned out to awake one of the most positive, best feelings in humans:

E M P A T H Y

The word that so gloriously cleared away any dark thoughts or actions not only proves media was wrong but it turned out to ridicule it in way nobody will forget: Hundreds of people advocating for mental illness, calling out to the kindness that could change a person's bad day and questioning how politicians and rich people are indifferent to social problems proved how much as a society we have changed in comparison with the one shown in the film.

However, since we are on Tumblr, I'll get straight to the point and try to explain why the fuck does this clown has us dying out of love and compassion (and lust).

I. Background.

As nurturing as we women are for a biological matter, we see a man deprived of a good job, is on seven different medications, working like a slave to sustain his ill mother, putting aside his own health and well-being to look for her, struggling to make his dream of being a comedian despite everyone stepping on him, underpaid and treated like a freak for a disorder he did not ask to suffer, which makes it impossible to be indifferent to all the horrible ordeal that eventually will reach the limit of what he can tolerate without going insane. It is impossible to not say or think, at least, that someone (even if it's just one person) should stand for him just as it is impossible not to feel the need to throw ourselves at him to shield him from people who hurt him or simply offer him our shoulder whenever he has had a bad day, specially when he learns he was sexually assaulted by his step father.

This horrid behaviour terrifies newer generations because they get a taste of what being a social outcast was like more than thirty years ago in comparison with today, where there's more acceptance and treatment for mentally ill people like Arthur. We see in him someone who could have been saved with a proper education and emotional support instead of descending into madness as a criminal. Others simply saw themselves being treated like him at some point in their lives and couldn't help but put themselves in his shoes.

II. Personality.

TRUTH BE TOLD:

There's something called "attraction by proximity". It is the explanation to the eventual love you feel whenever someone doesn't catch your eye at first terms of physical attraction but his/her personality does attract you. This happens to be the base of this situation. His shyness, introverted nature, tenderness and innocent desire to make people laugh and put on a happy face awake some kind of tenderness we cannot resist. This combined with the gloomy background increases our understanding (but not justifying) of the bad decisions he'll eventually take during the course of the film. This traces a line of harsh, almost hurtful contrast of the violence he shows later on the film. Once again, it is not justified in any way but it is certainly understandable.

III. Appearance.

Arthur Fleck is unconventionally attractive.

This happens to be a plus for most women. He is out of the male beauty standards (no abs, not too muscly or particularly tall), which makes him even more unique. It is precisely the fact that he's not a model one of the reasons women love him. He could easily be your man next door or your colleague or the guy you always see but never dare to talk for fear to bother him Because it's about proximity. Arthur looks like your common neighbour. He's not meant to be your typical desirable male protagonist at all.

... And yet.

Jesus Christ, he's so fucking hot I can't even---

It's not about how beautiful his green eyes are, his long slender fingers, his hair or his smile only. It's the charm behind it.

Another "magnet point" is the way he dresses. I know he's impoverished and his wardrobe tend to be repetitive but it is so unpretentious, so simple that is hard to not fall for. The modesty of the shirts, ironed trousers reminds us of a mature man deeply withdrawn into himself, love starved and longing to be seen and loved by others, like a war veteran who still fights the most important war: with himself. Is someone who needs to be listened and understood.

AND OF COURSE WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT IT?

He's also brought back the old gentleman outfit, white shirts, red/yellow vest, red suit and elegant dancing moves and the retro style of the film boosts this attractiveness.

People keep comparing him with the previous interpretation of Joker (Leto's) whose costume appealed to young women with a tattooed, gangster, mumble rapper crazy-guy wannabe which didn't connect with the audiences (young people in general). This supposedly was to match or even have a sexy, tormented and desirable villain like Marvel's Loki. We all know how that story ended but it's the link for the next point below.

IV. Transformation

This is a particularly strong point considering how much we loved to watch the process of this weak, powerless, forgotten caterpillar into a beautiful and visible butterfly that will gracefully stir its wings for everyone to see its colours.

When Arthur transitions to the Joker, it's so cathartic to see taking revenge on those who wronged him (even when we're not supposed to root for him) like seeing his shyness fading away into a vivid confidence when dancing half naked in the bathroom, or witnessing him making way to make his name known to people in Murray Franklin's Show:

Adding to this newly gained confidence, there's another turn on: the way he walks.

At the beginning, his pace is hunched and limping, displaying his submission to violence, which makes the viewer more satisfied to see his broken yet beautiful soul turning the past pain of his existence into art: he lets music guide his moves as a way to tell the world he's a new man by cutting most of the sick, evil roots that harmed him, that he's invincible, that no one can stop him. Watching this cathartic display of euphoria was the most iconic scene in the film, following his speech at the TV and the inevitable meltdown that caused Murray's death.

Going to further appreciation, even his clown make up is beautiful. Why? Simple. The combination of colours, shapes and the intimidating glare just embellishes even more the character.

The dark blue triangles in his expressive eyes makes the light green colour to highlight, specially in dark backgrounds, giving the impression he's piercing your soul whenever he stares directly at the camera. Same can be said about the red smile and emerald green hair. They boost an already intimidating look.

The cold and warm colours paint a picture of a man full of intense emotions, mirroring it in a simple yet masterful artistic way.

Another interesting point is the way Joker dresses. Usually we had almost every single live adaption of this character in purple coat, hat, etc. But this particular version is not following any comic, which gives more freedom to creativity and once again, out of the standards of what we could have expected.

Red is a colour related to passion, action, love, strength, motivation and excitement. As for yellow, it indicates freshness, happiness and enlightenment and finally, green. Green is renewal, growth and regeneration. Colours that represent a new stage in his life, a mirthful chapter at last. We finally get to see our battered, always humiliated protagonist (or hero) descending into madness, but finally free from his repressed man who held his soul captive like a bird to fly away, to never come back. An insanity that despite being his downfall, turned out to be his ticket to freedom as he walks to the light in Arkham Asylum dancing at the end.

Ladies and gentlemen: behold the film nobody asked... But the film we fucking deserved.

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