#how can i resist tho i love their dynamic

[calilico]

hopelessly, hopelessly falling for you 🏛🌱

[yamysunmoon]

Princess's reward

Summary: You've been Jenna's lover for a few months now. You meet in hotel rooms whenever you can. Jenna is promoting her latest projects in Venice when you decide to pay her a visit.

Words count: 5-6k

Warnings: MDNI +18, d/s dynamic, sub! Jenna, stone top Y/N, choking, clothed sex, dirty talk, crying during sex (a little tear), praise kink, kinda bratty.

n/a: Verbal consent. First one shot in tumblr and english is not my first language :) hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

You were scrolling distractedly through social media when a notification popped on your screen. Jenna had posted photos.

More than Jenna herself, her team, you thought. Even so, you clicked immediately with a slight tension of anticipation growing in the lower part of your belly.

You watched each photograph closely. Jenna posing on that red carpet in that red dress. Her lips, also bright red, the wavy lines that traced her hair, her bangs forming a beautiful arc over her forehead. Her smooth and delicate skin, her mouth displaying that perfect and relaxed smile, those adorable dimples. You kept zooming in on each photograph when a new notification arrived. She had posted another update.

A smile was now forming on your lips. Jenna drinking coffee with those sunglasses and that t-shirt and that pose and those jeans. You remembered those photos perfectly. She had sent them to you the day before.

You sighed, looking out the airplane window. Glacing at your vintage silver wristwatch you noticed there were only 20 minutes left to reach Venice. Unable to resist the temptation, you opened your messaging app.

Hey my dear, barely 20 minutes to get to the airport.

Saw the instagram pictures btw. That dress suits you perfectly, you look beautiful.

She should still be at the interview she had told you about hours earlier, you guessed. She had sent you her full schedule as soon as she got to Venice, days ago. You loved it when she gave you all the information you needed to know where she was, and when, without even have to ask for it. Her complience made you go nuts sometimes.

You could imagine how tired she must already be, with it barely being 10 in the morning. She had been going back and forth for days promoting her new projects, attending interviews and public events of various kinds. You recalled in your mind her voice over the phone the night before, the way her raspy voice spoke to you, whispering how much she missed you and how little she could bear it. You had been waiting for this moment for weeks.

You were surprised when a vibration on your cell phone snapped you out of your thoughts.

Jenna: hey my love. Charlize will pick you up as we agreed. I think I'll be able to make it to the hotel on time. I can't wait to see you.

A sly smile graced your face. The first few times you two started texting, you were insecure about Jenna's style of writing. No emoticons, dry expressions and full stops. You soon learned a lot of things about her tho.

When she's at work and finds a few minutes to be able to text you -she makes that time to text you-, she doesn't even realize she sounds so "serious".

But then, when the nighttime comes and after taking a long bath, with her bathrobe still covering her body, she calls you, asks you animatedly how your day has been and reminds you how much she wants you, all doubts dissipate.

You decided not to reply to that message to heighten the anticipation. However, even though you were able to control yourself in action, your mind could not do the same and began to recall your previous encounters. The first time you met in that private area of one of the most exclusive clubs in L. A., when Charlize, her most trusted bodyguard, picked you up a few streets over and took you to her. How she waited for you with her legs crossed and those black stilettos, and one of her irresistible black suits.

Memories of that first night began to play out in your head without any censorship. Her sideways smiles as she teased you, the way her cheeks took on a light pale pink with the hints you murmured near her ear so she could hear you over the music. The way her nails grazed your arm for the first time, to, hours later, scratch you all over.

Her eyes, oh, her coffee brown eyes. Steaming, hot brown coffee. Chocolate eyes melting, dripping all over your body, ogling every nook and cranny and every detail they could absorb. She was looking at you in a way that you had never been looked at before.

"I'm starting to want you more than I can handle" she had whispered to you, after a couple of cocktails and too many leers. She had moved dangerously close to your ear to utter those words, then pulled away just enough to look deep into your eyes, raising her eyebrows slightly, looking down at you. A gaze that suggested some desperation and a lot of willingness to be blown away.

You then realized she was handing the power over to you. She was letting you decide if you were ready to commit to this madness with her. Things had changed since that night, but back then she was proposing that night. That's all you had: one night.

You plopped down on the headrest of your comfortable seat in the VIP area of the plane in the same way you had settled that night, months ago, on the pillows of her bed. The sensation of her warm body on yours invaded all your senses. Her legs around your torso, her hands on the back of your neck. Your hands caressing her tummy, then going from her upper back to her shoulder blades. One hand going up to her nape, pushing her to your lips. The other groping the elastic of her suit pants, asking for permission. You remembered perfectly her whisper, barely a strand of voice leaving her red, maroon lips.

"You can do whatever you want to me".

You smiled mischievously and opened your eyes, shaking your head. It wasn't really "whatever you wanted," but rather what the two of you had agreed upon in endless conversations before you started seeing eachother.

Meeting people backstage in the celebrity world had never suited you as well as when you got to meet her. A few minutes backstage at a random event, which led to following each other on Instagram, which led to getting her number, which led to intimate messages late at night.

Conversations about power, control, and seduction. You told her about submission. She started by joking about it, saying that she could never let anyone have that kind of dominance over her. She went on to say that maybe you could. She ended by asking you to accept hers.

You continued to learn about the d/s dynamic together, and agreed on initial boundaries and desires. Promises of what you could do to her, and be for her. Of the way you could put her mind and body at ease. Of the way you could set her free. And that night, in that LA hotel, you put them into practice. And boy, did you both like it.

Now you looked out the window and noticed that the hard concrete of the landing zone was getting closer and closer. You couldn't suppress a shiver that ran through your whole body, you didn't know if it was caused by the imminent landing or the imminent encounter with your precious submissive. Deep down you knew.

You walked through the front door of the hotel without any problem. The few people who should know you could pass knew that. Everything was handled as subtly as possible, protecting the privacy of the person they worked for, following her orders.

You were presented with stairs covered with a beautifully red carpeted floor. You climbed them on your way to the elevators that could be seen at the back of the entrance. One of them opened and Winona Ryder stepped out. You crossed paths but only dared to give her a brief smile, without looking directly at her. Had Jenna told her about you? You weren't used to running into celebrities from time to time. Charlize stood next to you.

“Surprised, huh?”

“She's a legend,” you said in a whisper of restrained excitement. She chuckled under her breath. She walked you to the open elevator and pressed buttons 4 and 5.

“You get off at 5. Room 513. She arrived about 15 minutes ago” she reported looking at her wristwatch. You nodded. There wasn't much more to say.

You could have engaged her in friendly conversation, but you could only watch the elevator screen indicating how you were getting on. Silently. This always happened to you; you were in that moment before you saw her in which your thoughts, actions and behavior were all directed towards her.

The doors opened on the fourth floor and Charlize said goodbye to you with a brief bow, you nodded in farewell. The doors closed and you felt yourself ascending a few more feet. Ascending towards your personal Heaven.

You stepped out of the elevator at a steady pace. You felt the weight of your whole body on your black military boots, you felt the skin rubbing against each garment you were wearing. You readjusted your watch, the one she had given you, and repositioned the necklace you were wearing, also a gift from her. Maybe she was your submissive, but you were her property.

“513” the plaque read. You gulped and touched up your hair, which you wore loose. One more shaky breath before you knocked softly on the door. Two sure knocks, as always.

“Come in” you heard from inside. Oh, that voice. You turned the doorknob without any hesitation.

You found yourself in a spacious room. The floor was covered with the same red carpet that protected the entire floor of the hotel. To your right, large windows lit up the room, but someone had already covered them with thick, translucent white curtains. In front was the king sized bed with an ornate wooden headboard. The room was chaste and classically decorated, in the most typical Viennese style.

It didn't take you long to notice that just before the bed someone had placed a low table that probably wasn't meant to be there. On it various plates with fresh fruit, freshly baked croissants and macarons in various pastel shades.

From your left you heard the sound of water running. You approached. To the right was a dressing room, and to the left was the door leading to the bathroom. A half-open door separated you from your girl.

“Babe, can i come in?”

“No!” she reacted instantly. “Give me a few minutes” the sound water running ceased. ”Go eat something, I got it for you.”

“Okay milady” you replied teasingly, earning a short sardonic laugh from her. She would always need to be fully prepared before seeing you, everytime to met. You found it really cute, yet kinda incomprehensible.

You would remind her that you had already seen her without all of that, without being THE Jenna Ortega, but simply Jenna, she would just smile shyly and confess that she wanted to be perfect for you. “At least before you ruin me completely” she used to add.

You went back to the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. You smiled as you realized that Jenna had wanted to place the table as close to the bed as possible. You both knew brunch wouldn't last long.

You had caught quite a few planes for her lately, and she always greeted you with a big feast of her own preparation. You decided to grab a fresh strawberry from the fruit platter, feeling its juices expand in your mouth. You wanted to have the perfect taste when Jenna came out of that bathroom.

Strolling your gaze around the suite, you noticed a scarlet red suit folded on a chair, along with underwear and black platform heels resting next to it. You didn't have time to discover much more before you heard the door open. A broad smile appeared on your lips as soon as you saw her.

She was wearing a black and red plaid corset and matching skirt. Her hair fell straight and shiny over her shoulders, and a deep red lipstick highlighted her lips. She looked at you with those dark eyes, adorned with a subtle touch of eyeliner and mascara.

“Sorry babe, you know i don't usually keep you waiting”. Finally, her voice came directly to your ears, without having to go miles from cell phone to cell phone.

Your eyes sparkled. "This time I'll give it to you," you conceded, assuming that slightly permissive role she liked so much on occasions like that. Your rules were strict but you both got a kick out of cheating from time to time.

You remained motionless as he approached you. Only a small twinkle in her eyes gave her away. She came closer until she was standing in front of you and your hands were resting on the bed. You looked down at her. She looked back at you and smiled showing those beautiful teeth.

An almost imperceptible nod from her gave you permission to wrap your arms around her waist in a needy embrace. You rested your head on her abdomen and it wasn't long before you noticed her hands stroking your silky hair.

“Ugh... how I've missed you” you confessed against the fabric. Your choked voice rumbling against her gut. She breathed in deeply in a way you interpreted as relief. You heard the air rush into her body.

“You're finally here” she sounded calm, peaceful. At ease.

You lifted your head and rested your chin on her belly. With your hands you caressed her lower back. She looked down at you from above and smiled. “You look incredible” you spoke softly, as if you wanted to prevent anyone from overhearing you.

Everyone, literally the whole universe knows that Jenna Ortega is gorgeous and looks amazing, but no one was lucky enough to contemplate her as you were at that moment.

“That's why I like to get ready before seeing you,” she said insightfully. You smiled slightly and your hands descended to her ass, which you squeezed gently. She gasped and closed her eyes. Involuntarily she moved her hips towards you. You rested your forehead on her skirt and breathed in her scent. That expensive and elegant perfume mixed with her own scent emanating from her skin....

“Let's eat something” she proposed pulling away from you abruptly and sitting down next to you. You blinked several times and looked at her. She was smiling flirtatiously. She loved to keep you waiting.

She decided on one of the freshly made croissants and that's when she saw the bitten strawberry on the table. She rose her gaze back at you. “Are they yummy?” she then noticed your lips, reddened by the juice of the fruit.

“Try it yourself” you challenged her. She raised her eyebrows. She seemed to hesitate for a few seconds during which she alternated looking into your eyes and at your lips. She half-opened her own, surely imagining your taste in those moments. Finally, she took a bite of her croissant and chewed slowly. Then she offered you a piece. “Try this and I'll try the strawberries” she resolved. Captivated by her charm, you laughed at her joke and agreed.

You switched the sour taste of the red fruit and the enveloping sweetness of the croissants with a relaxed conversation. She asked how your flight went and wanted to know more about everything that had happened to you in the previous days. Every evening you talked on the phone but she was usually too tired to pick up specifics. Then you asked her about the interview, which had been with Winona and you also talked a bit about her.

You loved the way her eyes sparkled in admiration of her partner. She kept yapping about her co-workers and the movies they both liked, smiling sideways when she remembered funny anecdotes on set, frowned adorably when reminiscing about confusing and amusing moments and she giggled softly when you blurted out wry and witty remarks.

You were drawn towards her. Everything she did seemed appealing to you. Every move, every gaze, every smile. The way she gestured with her hands, how she crossed and uncrossed her legs, how she tilted her head, and how she scrunched her nose. The freckles that dotted her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose called to you, it was urgent to kiss them. She kept talking but your attention had reached its limit.

Suddenly she stopped and looked at you. A teasing smile decorated her appetizing lips. “What are you doing so close?” she inquired curiously, looking you up and down. You then realized how close you have got without even thinking it through. It was quite literally that you were drawn towards her. Like the Earth is drawn towards the Sun.

You let out an airy laugh. “I didn't even realized” you confessed amused, running your gaze over her torso. That damn corset was distracting you. She smiled sideways, revealing a lovely dimple. God, Jenna and her dimples.

You watched every detail of her face closely before finally looking into her eyes. You were getting closer and closer. Yet she wasn't moving an inch. There was nothing she liked more than to tease you until you took the initiative. There was nothing she liked more than to show herself completely ready for you. Waiting for you.

After a few torturous seconds that felt like forever, Jenna looked at your lips. She licked her lower lip lightly, and the warm pink of her tongue contrasted with the maroon of her lips. Her gaze returned to yours, locked together.

And finally, a slight, very slight nod subtly ruffled the strands of her bangs. You gasped. You had permission. You couldn't wait any longer.

You ended the distance between the both of you and drew her closer by resting your hand on the back of her neck and pulling her in a demanding gesture until your lips met at last. You made a superhuman effort to stifle a moan of satisfaction. She, however, did not hold back and let it out, free, from between her teeth, as her lips parted allowing your tongue to conquer her mouth.

You engaged in a wet, perfectly pulsating kiss. Your kiss swayed between a sweet, rhythmic softness and an anxious, slightly desperate depth. Jenna pulled her body closer to yours and placed her hands on your abdomen, pulling your shirt towards her. She needed you, she needed you badly, but you wouldn't touch her until she begged.

You kept kissing her, wanting to express the latter with your lips, and she was quick to get the message. You could feel the trembling in her hands gripping your shirt, and your bodies were so close that you could feel her thighs coming together and parting just enough, in an urgent gesture.

Your breaths were quickening, so you slowed down the kiss. Your tongues caressed each other and she relaxed her whole body, welcoming you into her mouth, letting you take control. Your hand was still on the back of her neck, guiding her and turning her head slightly at your whim. She kept tugging at your shirt, tugging at you. She wanted you all over her.

Her breathing kept quickening even though your gestures were slow. You kept each other at bay. She would decide the starting gun, but nothing else would happen unless you dictated it. You were kissing her lips carefully when she parted only a few millimeters.

The look she gave you seemed even sad. “Y/N. Please. I beg of you. I want you so much i'm about to cry.”

Her eyebrows rose through the thickest area in an almost pathetic gesture of desperation. Her eyes were watery, dulling her already smoldering brown gaze. The brown of her iris was actually darker at that moment, like a beautiful pyrope stone.

You were lost in her gaze as she alternated looking at you in one eye and the other, in silent questioning. Her lower lip trembled with frustration. You almost felt sorry for her, how much she wanted you.

“Can I take you, then?” you asked at last, controlling the tremor in your voice admirably. You were dying for her too, but you had to show temperance for both your sakes. You were the one who held you both as you fell into the void. You had to be. She had to be able to fall into you. And there was nothing you longed for more.

She nodded fervently. You raised an eyebrow and lowered your head slightly in a serious gesture. “Are you capable of handling me?” you inquired insistently. Her hands, which had remained loyally attached to your shirt, ascended to your shoulders. You glanced sideways at them before looking at her again.

“I am ready to have you” she assured in a sentencing tone.

You looked into each other's eyes and found it. That look in her iris. That way in which, paradoxical as it seemed, she was able to demand that you possess her. Her way of offering you her submission, in the most dominant way.

It was as if time stopped for a few seconds before you pounced on her like a predator on its prey. Your hands traveled to her waist lifting her up and carrying her to the bed as your tongues met again.

You held her firmly and carefully, but dropped her onto the mattress allowing her body to crash against it. Her eyes widened in a gesture somewhere between surprise and excitement. In the process of the fall she was forced to release her grip on your shoulders, and now her hands held her on her palms. You watched her as you kneeled on the bed. She placed her legs on the sides of your body, tilted her head and raised an eyebrow delightfully. She smiled showing her teeth a little.

There was something so romantic about her submission to you. The way she surrendered not just her body but her whole being to you. The way her eyes looked at you, through you, not just with lust but with complete trust.

You would do anything for her.

You crawled up to her and kissed her again, slowly. She lifted her hips toward your body. You put a hand on her waist and pushed her back on the mattress, firmly. She stifled a moan into your mouth. She finally agreed to lie down and you directed both hands to the belt of her skirt. She put a hand on your chest, you stopped instantly in anticipation of some boundary. Instead, she parted just enough to look at you. “Maybe that's not necessary” she suggested in a seductive smile.

You scrutinized explanation in her gaze with a frown, confused. She lowered her gaze to her skirt in response. Could it be...?

With your hands you descended to her thighs, which you squeezed, and went upwards. She raised her knees, bent her legs, and spread them. You looked at her as your hands slipped under her skirt. You stifled a deep sigh as you found her luscious wetness already bathing her labia majora and even a bit of her groin. No panties. You pulled one hand out to grab her neck in a passionate kiss, while the other yielded to her charms and began to give her exactly what she needed.

“Baby, how wet you are...” you praised between kisses. You kept holding her neck in a solid gesture and she placed her hand over yours. You squeezed lightly, fulfilling her silent wish. The cold metal of your watch contrasted with her warm skin.

“All because of you. Its-for y-you. My beloved” she admitted worshipping you with that hard, wet look. Your massage on her cunt deepened.

“Do you respect me so much? Are you so obedient?"

She nodded and pressed your hand. You squeezed a little tighter, testing her limits. You weren't kissing her now, she needed to breathe. You both knew that if you kissed her the air could barely cross her throat, and yet she raised her head, longing for your lips on her.

You kept looking at her, waiting for something more. Your hand was still working under her skirt and her hips followed your rhythm with gusto. Was there anything she wouldn't do for you?

“I want...” you began, and your thumb ran along her cheekbone, her smooth skin. She watched your lips listening to every word you uttered. “I want you to touch yourself. I want to see how much you want me in you. You have to earn it.”

Her lips opened slightly, letting in air. She was breathing through her mouth, and as you loosened your grip thinking maybe it was too much, her hand squeezed yours again.

“I can do it” she assured referring to both your command and your grip. She then released your hand and began to roam her own body with it, descending to under her skirt. Her gaze descended with it and you could appreciate the length of her thick eyelashes. She began to stroke her clit while you focused on massaging her entrance in circles. “I can do this and much more, as long as I have you...” she breathed ‘in me" she looked up into your eyes.

You finally broke the distance that separated the both of you so you could kiss her face. She closed her eyes tightly trying to manage your caresses, your kisses and your strong grip on her neck. She closed them so tightly that a furtive tear escaped from her tear duct. You kissed her, her salty desire made liquid reaching your lips.

“Precious princess...” you whispered, and kissed her chin. She lifted it a little so you could continue touching it with your lips, and in those she slightly moved her whole body as well. She unintentionally brushed a knee against your crotch. You jumped with a start and opened your eyes instantly.

“S-sorry, didn't mean to-”

“It's okay. You may touch me” your voice was hoarse and your eyes had probably darkened, the way she was looking at you. Her free hand ascended to the nape of your neck and caressed under your jaw. You nodded to underline your conviction, so she moved her leg again without taking her eyes off you. You adjusted yourself against her knee until the friction was perfect. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Jenna knew she couldn't stimulate your cunt directly. You had always been very clear about this, and she had always respected it. On occasions like that, however, even a girl like you would welcome a touch like that, over your clothes.

You needed no more to feel yourself melting over her. You released your hand from her neck, much to her disgrace, and kissed her deeply. You lowered your kisses to her neck and noticed that there was a shallow reddish imprint of your fingers. You stopped your kisses. “It can be hidden with makeup, Y/N” she resolved, reading your thoughts. “Please don't stop” she whispered. You smiled and drew a line of saliva down her neck, the muscles of which ticked as she lifted her head to receive you.

Underneath her skirt, your fingers were still massaging her without entering her yet.

She was rubbing urgently. “Slow down” you commanded. “You are not coming till I say so” you reminded her.

She gave you an annoyed, almost hateful look, drawing a sly laugh from you. “Damn you...” she muttered coming closer to your mouth. You pulled away a little preventing her from kissing you.

“Uh?” you stopped your touch on her cunt and with your fingertips you traced her labia minora at a torturous slowness. “What did you say?” you lifted your hips pulling your own crotch away from her knee.

You could see how much of an effort she had to make in order to stay still . She gulped, alarmed.

“I apologize,” she said instantly. “Damn me. Ruin me, Y/N.”

“Are you going to behave?” you asked somewhat angrily. A mixture of indignation and disapproval permeated your words.

“Yes” she granted instantly. “I can prove it to you” she added, willingly. She was trying to convince you. "Please, forgive me".

You moved closer to her and she looked at your lips. You rested your crotch on her knee again and she let out a sigh of relief over you.

“I know you can do it. But are you going to?” you inquired feigning skepticism. Now that you were close, you noticed she had stopped masturbating. You knew then that she wouldn't continue until you told her to.

“Yes, my beloved. I am going to do whatever it takes to fulfill your desires” she pledged complacently.

You granted her a laddish smile at last and resumed your massage on her body. “That's how I like it, my princess... You look so gorgeous when you are this obedient” you reaffirmed satisfied, indeed.

You continued your touch whispering praises, massaging her tits with your free hand, over the corset. She removed her hand from your neck and grabbed the fabric of her corset. She looked up at you, “Pull it a little down for me” you whispered. She managed to pull it back just enough for her dark areolas and erect nipples to show themselves to you.

You contemplated her for a few seconds, she moved her fingers over her chest in a distracted gesture. She adored being admired by you.

“Beautiful creature... Show yourself to me” you demanded in a hoot. She lifted her head almost instinctively, as if it were possible to expose herself further.

You attacked her skin with restrained excitement, it was hard to hold back when she got like this. Her collarbone ready to be bitten by you, her breasts exposed and her clothes still covering her body, but with nothing to hide. You ran all over her chest drawing incomprehensible strokes with your lips to anyone but the two of you. You whispered praises incessantly, and she answered with moans of pleasure and choked moans.

“Don't hold it back. Don't hold yourself back, princess. Give it all to me” you encouraged her. “Gorgeous girl...” you continued, and this was the only time she allowed herself to interrupt you.

“Your gorgeous girl” she shamelesly corrected you in a desperate whine. “Your gorgeous girl. As you are my beloved, i'm yours. Im enterely yours.”

She dared to look at you shyly suddenly, for she knew she was bordering on the limits of your agreement. “My beloved lover” she said anyway. She was submitting to you in the most vulnerable way. And oh, she was getting rewarded.

You smiled softly and entered her in response. She closed her eyes and threw her head back moaning your name. She kept whispering that she was yours as you kissed her and she rode you, wiggling her hips deliciously against your fingers.

As she wiggled she massaged your cunt with her knee. You also moved against her, slowly feeling the consciousness leave your body. You attacked her tits, her chest and her neck in equal parts. You caressed her whole body and the cold metal of your watch caressed her curves. Your silver pendant brushed against her skin. She trembled beneath you, closer and closer to the precipice.

Your hand ascended to her collarbone and she caressed your palm, closing her eyes and sighing completely transfixed.

She opened her eyes slightly and looked at you. She was watching you in a way that only she could see you.

“Time stops when we are together” she confided to you in a tone of secrecy. At that moment she was caressing your watch. “I bought you this watch so you could count minutes while we are appart. But it all dissapear when we meet”.

Your fingers were deep in her, you moved in and out slowly and carefully, just as her words were coming out of her mouth. She let out a moan from the effort, she was having a hard time holding on, she wouldn't last much longer.

She looked at you again and it was all it took for her to take the watch from you in a single gesture. In a mocking fit, she held it between her teeth smiling at you. She raised an eyebrow. Irresistible.

“My gorgeous girl. Mine” you dared to say. She half opened her mouth in wonder, and the watch fell to her neck. You brushed your nose against hers in a barely perceptible caress. A delicate display of affection as, under her skirt, your fingers moved in and out of her inner lips at their whim, at just the right speed and pressure. You swayed against her knee and her hand rubbed her clitoris eagerly.

“Am i touching myself how you want me to?” she asked as she realized you noticed her speed.

You nodded and penetrated her as deep as you could. “Yes, princess. You're behaving so well for me. You're making me feel so good... Are you gonna cum?"

“I'm so close” she assured closing her eyes. You took her chin and she opened her eyes. “I'm gonna stop if you quit looking at me. Don't stop looking at me.” She bit her lower lip, looked at your lips and stifled a moan of frustration.

“I don't want to lose detail of your expression when you cum” you admitted in a whisper. She agreed with a look.

“Please, please Y/N... Kiss me afterwards” was all she asked.

“Of course, my dear” you granted instantly. She was your spoiled princess.

Her body trembled barely a minute later and she let herself be carried away by you as she drenched your fingers in a glorious orgasm. You rubbed against her until you released yourself, and continued to wiggle against her as you kissed her, as she requested. You slowly pulled out of her and interrupted your kiss to take your fingers into your mouth. You sucked them down their full length under her watchful and satisfied gaze.

“Hm... So Delicious” you praised, once again.

She gave you one of her irrisistible smiles.

"Just for you".

[writesvani]

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collegestudent! gojo x collegestudent! reader

SUMMARY: You and Gojo Satoru were once everything to each other, but now, the space between you is filled with nothing but silence and resentment. College is just a reminder of how far you’ve drifted apart, and every encounter only adds fuel to the fire.

You avoid him like the plague, but it doesn’t matter. You can still feel him in the shadows, always there, always watching, as if the past was never really gone. So what do you do? You (try to) keep your distance, pretending it’s easy to forget the history that’s weighed you down for so long.

But deep down, neither of you can let go. And as the tension between you grows, you’re forced to confront the truth: some things are never truly buried, no matter how hard you try.

best friends-to-friends with benefits-to-enemies-to- enemies with benefits-to?

TWs (for this chapter): underage use of marijuana and cigars, underage drinking, use of illegal substances, anorexia and obsessive dieting, calorie deficit, mentions of self-destructive behavior, angst, emotional manipulation and trauma, toxic friendship dynamics, self-esteem issues and body image, unresolved romantic tension, past betrayal and unrequited love, sexual harassment (implied in some interactions), foul language and explicit content, derogatory language, including use of "puss" and other insults, toxic romantic relationships and behavior, references to manipulation and control in relationships, most characters are morally gray, flawed, and engage in problematic behavior, complex, imperfect characters who make questionable decisions, characters often act in ways that challenge traditional moral boundaries and ethics. 

THESE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MEANT TO BE PERFECT AND IDOLIZED.

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wc: 2,4k // date: 4th of March 2025

TEASER — Wicked Games; proceed with caution...

AN: OKAY OKAY OKAY WOW HERE SHE IS. i don’t know what the hell I’m writing - i mean i do but i don’t if that makes sense - this, this fanfic is literally gonna be my baby. it’s inspired by a lot of people i know, it’s partly inspired by my life as well - not gonna tell you which bits of it tho haha. but i’m so excited. honestly this isn’t even chapter one - i’m thinking more of it as a teaser for what’s about to come and when i tell you a lot is coming you better believe it. but this is going to be a part of me - something raw and something real and i know this won’t be an easy read - as you can see by the triggers but i truly, really hope you guys will like it as much as I enjoy writing it. because i’m obsessed. i just got sucked in by y/n and gojo’s dynamic of hatred and toxicity, they’re on my mind 24/7.

i love them.

i hate them.

i wanna be them and i’d hate it if i ended up becoming them at the same time.

love, vani 🩷

"No, I’m not going."

"Yes, you totally are."

"No, I’m not, Yumi. I’m dead serious."

"Y/n, for the love of Christ, I love you, but if you don’t stop bitching about it right now, there will be consequences. Now, get your ass up and get ready," Yumi huffed, arms crossed.

You narrowed your eyes before rolling them—more dramatically than you intended. Not your most mature moment, but being forced to go to that party, in that house, didn’t exactly put you in a good mood.

"Look, Yu, I don’t care about that stupid party your—what’s his name again?—boyfriend is throwing for us. Truthfully, I’d rather be buried alive in that creepy graveyard we smoke pot in. Alone. No pot. You get my point."

"His name is Nanami," she deadpanned. "And he’s throwing us a party for our birthday, which we share. It’s not like I have the option to skip it, you know. Besides, we always celebrate our birthday together."

Yumi’s voice softened as she tilted her head, giving you that look—the one she knew you couldn’t resist. "Please, please, please. Let’s just go, smoke some weed, listen to those weird-ass tunes you play when you get too baked, wait for midnight, blow out the candles, and leave. Bonus points if Nanami fucks me tonight."

She smirked before adding, "Plus, Gojo’s gonna be there, and everyone knows about your little crush on him."

You scowled. As if that could make this stupid party any better.

But again… she wasn’t wrong.

Somehow, in the middle of a crowded classroom filled with acne-scarred faces and nervous energy, you and Yumi ended up sitting together. two total strangers. two tangled-up disasters shoved into plastic chairs, thrown together by sheer chance or some kind of cosmic joke.

She was tall and slim, chain-smoking weird American cigars in the school’s piss-scented bathroom stalls during five-minute breaks.

You liked her immediately.

She liked cigs.

You liked pot.

She liked Arctic Monkeys or any other type of music that ended up overplayed by overdramatic tumblr girls at midnight.

You listened to Trilogy like it was gospel.

She didn’t give a shit about school. Skipped class constantly to drink cheap coffee at some run-down café that reeked of nargila and regret.

You somehow pulled good grades—yet skipped with her anyway, so she wouldn’t feel lonely.

And then, the kicker.

You shared the same birthday.

Same day. Same year. Two hours apart. What were the odds? Some kind of cruel cosmic irony, maybe. A glitch in the universe where it spat out two unhinged messes at the same time, doomed to find each other.

You weren’t sure.

All you knew was that Yumi was fucked up.

She didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. Just smoked.

Cigs and all.

Pot and all.

You, on the other hand, slept too much. Ate just enough—tracking every bite to make sure it fit inside your carefully calculated calorie deficit, of course.

And yeah, you were fucked up too.

But at least you weren’t alone.

You were fucked up together, and somehow, that made perfect sense.

And now, after years of being two walking disasters—two mistakes of nature (and probably your parents' biggest regrets)—you are finally in college.

What you didn’t expect was Yumi getting a boyfriend. And sticking to him. Yumi didn’t do relationships. they were too much, she once told you.

Too heavy.

You understood. Why let anyone waste their time trying to fix something that wasn’t fixable? Why let anyone peel back the layers when there was nothing to find? no deep-seated trauma, no unspeakable tragedy, no emotional constipation. just plain, old you—coasting through life on gold marlboro touch and iceberg salad.

You assumed Yumi felt the same. you used to get each other.

But now? Yumi had a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend—some weirdly handsome senior that got every girl on campus tripping over themselves. A guy who, for some unknown reason, had decided to settle down with the second-year that half the school had definitely jacked off to.

And you?

You were still there, of course.

“You know what? Fine,” you finally huffed, shoving your hands in your pockets. “We’re going. But—” you held up a finger, “The shit he’s getting better be good or i’m out. And—” another finger, “Btw, how is The Weeknd ‘weird girl’ music? The best music to get high is literally from an artist who made it while high. like, really?”

Yumi just raised an eyebrow, already knowing she’d won.

“And—” your third and final finger shot up—“One condition. No Gojo. Np looking at him, no talking about him, and god forbid, talking to him, okay?”

Yumi grinned like the little devil she was. She knew she had you.

And she loved it.

You’re going. and somehow, somehow, you already know Yumi’s going to break the Gojo rule. And you already hate yourself for saying yes.

Gojo, Gojo, Gojo. That foxy, smirking little minx you’ve somehow tucked away in a small, stupid pocket of your heart. Nanami's best friend.

Stupid hot and wicked smart.

One look from Gojo Satoru and half the campus is already on their knees, mouths open, waiting for the tip to slide in. one touch, and you’re pretty sure girls would be cumming fully clothed.

Truthfully? You get it.

Gojo has that whole walking sexual fantasy turned nonchalant icy prince thing going for him. you would’ve hitched your skirt up and let him fuck you senseless too—if he asked.

Would’ve.

But Gojo Satoru did something no other man had ever dared to do.

He bruised your ego.

You’d never admit it, of course. Not out loud. Not even to yourself. But the way his offhanded you’re not my type had clutched at your chest, had sunk deep into the tenderest, most pathetic part of you—yeah. It stung.

Who the hell was he to say you weren’t his type?

Yes, fine, he was hot. Really, really hot.

But so were you.

You’ve got that thing going for you—the great student, everyone loves me act, while secretly (well, not so secretly, except to your oblivious teachers) getting high and fucking emotionally unavailable men on the weekends.

Your favorite trope, honestly.

You’ve got those pretty—as guys love to say—puppy eyes and that lethal eyelashes combo that makes people practically eat from the palm of your hand.

So why the hell would he say you weren’t his type?

For fuck’s sake, Gojo Satoru fucks anything with two legs and a vagina.

And the cherry on top? He didn't even say it to your face. No, he just let those humiliating little words slip at some party you weren’t even at.

Thank god for that. You’re pretty sure you would’ve died right then and there if you had to hear those ridiculous words fall from his pretty pink lips in real time.

But of course, Yumi—your second-in-command, your ever-dutiful bringer of bad news—had called you immediately.

Campus sex god gojo satoru, not finding you attractive enough?

The scandal.

To make things even worse, you’re pretty sure everyone knows you’d totally give it to Gojo Satoru.

You may have drunkenly admitted it—once, before the whole “not his type” fiasco—to some random girl in a club bathroom who smelled way too much like puke and way too little like vanilla.

And of course, of fucking course, the gossip spread through campus like wildfire before you could even try to kill it.

So yeah. going to your own birthday party?

Humiliating.

Annoying.

Absolutely a horrible idea.

But still… there’s this slow burn inside of you, this creeping anticipation.

The kind that tells you tonight might just be interesting.

And a little drama never hurt anyone, right?

…Right?

—

Nanami's house is not what you expected.

You don’t even know what you expected, but definitely not this.

Yumi did mention he doesn’t live on campus—he’s one of those guys, apparently. Still lives with his parents or something.

Lame. Booo. Throwing tomatoes.

Because seriously—what twenty-something man still lives with his parents?

But you definitely didn’t expect nanami’s house to be this posh.

Or this proper.

Or this… fucking expensive.

Because, what the actual fuck—nanami is rich.

Like, could-buy-you-off-the-dark-web rich.

Probably in exchange for the mahogany table you’re currently pouring tequila shots on.

Or maybe just for that obnoxiously huge, icy couch stretching across the living room.

or, hell, even for his kitchen alone.

What. The. Fuck.

But then—on that same absurdly expensive couch—something else catches your eye.

Legs sprawled out in the kind of lazy man-spread that screams confidence, scrolling through his phone like he owns the place, is a man.

Dark.

Tall.

And very, very hot.

Something dark and thrilling rushes through you at the thought of dragging him into Nanami’s parents’ bedroom and riding him until he can’t take it anymore.

But before you can act on it—

“Geto Suguru.”

Yumi’s voice is in your ear, a warning.

“He has a girlfriend, so don’t even try.”

Her fingers tug at your elbow. You retaliate immediately, poking her ribs in response.

He looks up.

His shadowy eyes roam over you—slow, deliberate.

A half-smile, half-smirk tugs at his lips.

Ha.

There he is.

Good boy.

He wants it.

He wants you.

"Well, I don’t see her here, do I?"

Your voice is a whisper, teasing, as you throw a smirk at Yumi before stepping forward—gracefully, leg before leg, closing the space between you and him.

He’s still sitting.

You don’t even have to look at his face to know he’s already watching you.

Slowly, your eyes travel downward.

The soft material of his white polo stretches taut over the sculpted lines of his stomach, the fabric clinging in all the right places. Your gaze lingers, just a second too long, before moving up—finally settling on his lips.

For a moment, there’s silence.

Then, just as the tension starts to settle, he shifts—fumbling with the left pocket of his jeans.

You blink.

…Okay.

Not so hot anymore.

What the hell is he doing?

But then—

but then—

he pulls something out.

A white tissue—crumpled, worn.

You almost scoff, about to ask if this is some weird, half-assed magic trick—until you see it.

Tiny specks of green peek through the folds.

Your breath catches.

Weed.

A lot of weed.

Holy fucking shit.

You swear your mouth waters.

It’s tucked inside that questionably old tissue—and you pray, dear God, that he didn’t blow his nose in it.

Then, in that slow, deep voice—smooth like velvet, laced with a promise—he finally speaks.

"Five grams. Homemade."

He speaks for the first time, and in that moment, you're absolutely sure you're about to get high off his pot—and then, well, he's going to be the one getting high off you.

"Heard you smoke. Thought you’d want to."

Geto’s voice is low, his words soft, but the way his arm brushes your hip bone—effortlessly, casually—sends a spark through your veins.

Some might say it’s a coincidence.

But you know better.

Nothing, nothing, is ever a coincidence when it comes to men like him.

And now, now, you want it even more.

Before you can say anything, someone else interrupts.

“Yo, Suguru, I’ve been watching you all night, man. Why the fuck you sitting in the living room like some NPC loser?”

You scoff, catching the teasing tone of the voice.

"Satoru, you’re stepping on my last nerve again. Let me chill for a bit. I wanna mentally prepare before rolling with all you incompetent losers," Geto responds, his voice still calm, but there's a hidden edge to it that makes you think he doesn't mind the banter.

"There, there, boy. I just missed my best friend so much I had to see why you left the billiard room, you know? Just love spending time with you, bestie."

"You know, licking my ass won’t make me give you some of this before I try it myself. Plus, I’ve got company, as you can see." Geto’s voice drips with annoyance, cutting through the otherwise tense air in Nanami’s living room.

You don’t need to turn around to know exactly who’s standing behind you. His presence is undeniable, his scent suffocating in the best way, and that energy—God, that energy—that pulses in any room he steps into.

And then, of course, there’s the voice. That annoyingly attractive, rough drawl that always gets under your skin.

“I can see that, but I still don’t approve of you ditching your homies for some cheap pussy,” Gojo says, the mockery clear in his voice.

And that’s when you finally, finally, decide to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

What the fuck?

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Sure, being told you weren’t his type stung—but this? Calling you cheap? Who the hell does this guy think he is? What gives him the audacity to insult you to your face—well, more like to your back, but still, it stings all the same.

A chuckle rumbles through the room. You don’t stop yourself in time. You hear your own voice, but it doesn’t feel like yours anymore.

How dare he. After everything—after all the hurt he’s caused you.

Again. And again.

You tell yourself it doesn’t bother you, yet the words slip out before you even realize what’s happening.

As if you could have stopped them. As if you could have ever stopped anything with him.

After all, Gojo Satoru always had a knack for pushing your buttons exactly the way he wanted.

“Cheap, but could make your dick hard by one high school kiss in your mom’s closet. Could make you whimper out my name in your favorite teacher’s classroom. Could make you cum down your uniform just by biting your lip. We’re a little past being cheap, don’t you think Sato?” 

Because before all of this—before the "not his type" catastrophe, and your drunken confessions—there was you.

And there was Gojo.

Best friends since birth. A bond that was never supposed to break. But then came senior year—the year everything changed.

You made a mistake. The terrible, stupid, earth-shattering mistake of letting things blur into something more. You slept together. Multiple times. You told yourself it was just a phase. Just a mistake. But deep down, you both knew it was more than that.

But no. There was an even worse mistake than all of this.

Falling in love.

And then, the biggest tragedy of all: letting each other down.

You weren’t supposed to end up here. But somehow, here you are. Caught in the wreckage of a love that never really had a chance.

[neyafromfrance95]

i feel like when we talk about sauron x galadriel we often focus on either the dynamic itself or sauron's pov, and we need to talk about galadriel's pov more bc it's really fascinating and complex.

for starters, galadriel loves halbrand. it's been confirmed by the creators and by her reaction to him in 2.08. and it was simply obvious from everything leading up to that point. he is her one true love. the only being with from she established a true connection. a comrade with whom she found companionship. she found herself in a soulmate hurt/comfort au when she was with him. and it seems like, no matter how she feels about sauron, she will always love halbrand. what an epitome of tragedy it is to eternally love a man who never existed?

sauron implied that he wanted to heal her when he said that if he wanted forgiveness, he would need to heal everything he helped to ruin, and he took accountability for galadriel's trauma when he apologized for finrod and everything. and i think one of the reasons halbrand had such an effect on galadriel is that his presence really was healing for her. for the first time since finrod, she wasn't alone. she felt understood and believed. he made her open up to him. she could be vulnerable with him. i find it interesting that she mockingly asks him "do you want to heal me", as if making a point that he can't heal her so that she can pretend like he didn't at some point. it adds another layer to her shame too, bc as much as she believes he can't heal the middle-earth, he was able to heal her when he "created" halbrand for her.

she has spent a lifetime harboring a deep hatred of sauron. her main goal in the life being to take revenge on him for her brother. for her, he is a sworn enemy that she's destined to slay. her hatred and ambition to kill him so all consuming and intense that she turned her back on heaven for him and basically willed him back into life.

galadriel is sauron's mirror. she has gazed into the abyss for so long that the abyss gazed back into her. her fight against him has became an intrinsic part of her identity, and we see how now sauron binds her to himself several times, either by guilt or by stabbing her with morgoth's crown, so we can say he has become an intrinsic part of her very being. always there just above her heart.

i think that sauron believes when he says that he would make her his equal queen, i believe that this is what he wants deep down (she is a natural leader, he is a natural follower). but would that actually happen? i don't believe that galadriel would ever willingly join him in mordor not only bc of the light her gaze is fixed on and bc of finrod, but also bc her pride and fear wouldn't allow it. what sauron offers galadriel is basically what jareth offers sarah (labyrinth) - "just fear me, love me. do as i say and i will be your slave." sauron wants galadriel to tame him, in a way, but she wouldn't be able to torture him into submission like morgoth did, as she could never match his strength, even as a dark!witch-queen, and she knows that. unless he repents and joins her in valinor, as a couple, sauron will always dominate galadriel in their dynamic.

trop recontextualizes what we know about galadriel's future. nenya is a symbol of her relationship with sauron and it causes her an extreme sea-longing, and the sea is another thing associated with her bond with sauron. even tho she has family and friends, she feels alone and her heart has greatly desired what sauron's proposal tempted her with for 3000-5000 years! she didn't go to valinor when celebrian did, didn't stay in the middle-earth while celeborn did, she only left the middle-earth for valinor when sauron was gone! and she took nenya with her! with trop context, it doesn't only signify her holding onto power/fight, it signifies her holding onto the only one thing that materialized as a symbol of her connection with sauron/halbrand! so while she passes the test and resists the one ring, i believe she will always yearn for both power and halbrand.

the dichotomy between her love for halbrand and her hatred for sauron is such an interesting concept, as is the dichotomy of her opposing the darkness of the dark lord as the lady of the light while being the perfect mirror of sauron, completely understood only by him, being the only one he is capable of loving, cosmically bound to him by the sea and the blood.

[specialgradefckr]

I can't take bullyreader! seriously, because you write it to be a self-insert right? So how I’m supposed to “push Gojo against the wall”?!?! I AM 1.50 mts HE IS 1.90 mts OR MORE HOW THAT MAKES ANY SENSE?!?!? but anyway I love the dynamic you write there, my best wishes for you

NO BESTIE THAT'S PART OF THE APPEAL THO!! "how do i push him against the wall" HE IS PATHETIC FOR YOU!!! HE HAS THE BACKBONE OF A WET PAPER TOWEL!

who cares how tall you are? if you put your hand on his chest gojo is staggering backwards like he's been shot. you grab his arm and "drag" him and he is dutifully keeping up with you. if you try to shove him into a locker then he will obediently bend his head so he can fit!!!

he is a loser and a nerd and has never known the touch of a woman and more importantly he is so helplessly in love with you that any contact at all has him melting!!! gojo will do whatever you say he is nearly 2 meters of pure SIMP!!!! he is PUTTY!

you are a kitten hissing at a tiger and he is backing away with his tail between his legs. you go "mrROW!" angrily and his ears tuck down and he kinda whimpers all pitiful like with his pleading blue eyes.

it's also worth noting that bully!reader doesn't actually bully other people besides gojo. you wouldn't know what it's like to push someone around who's resisting skhfjglshdg.

but i hope you keep enjoying the dynamic!!! honestly bully!reader is kinda meant to be a bit of a wet cat herself >.> but you'll learn more about that as the series goes on hehe~

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Please, talk about the Gom Jobbar scene

Oh hell yes.

So this is one of those posts that really should be a short video essay of me talking over the scene but instead it is gonna be a loooooong wall of text and screenshots. Maybe it will assume its final form some day if I'm ever in possession of the free time and patience to make video essays. I also highly recommend watching Denis Villeneuve's own breakdown of this scene from 2021. I'll try not to duplicate things said there.

We have to start with the setup, which begins with this scene:

We see Jessica on her knees, in the rain, waiting for an arriving ship. These are the first shots in the movie where we see Jessica when no one else is watching her, and this woman who stood calm and composed before representatives of the Emperor of the Known Universe is terrified. Which creates an immediate sense of dread over whoever is coming in that ship.

Whomst in the fuck now?

We also get this shot where we're alone with Jessica. It's a little hard to see in a still frame but there's a moment where she, like, steels herself before she wakes Paul up.

Holy fuck tho, I just noticed the similarities between this shot and the one of the Bene Gesserit arriving, with the almost monochromatic color palette and the shafts of white light.

Once Paul wakes up we shift to his POV. He immediately knows something is off ("What's wrong?" is the first thing he says) but gets no information about what's happening.

Then we get this short scene, where Paul is told he is going to meet the Reverend Mother and but not much else about what's going on. The whole "She wants to know about your dreams." "How does she know about my dreams?" [no answer from Jessica] exchange, I think, implies that she knows because Jessica told her about Paul's dreams, which is this little tiny betrayal of confidence that gives Paul the first inclination that his mother may not be someone he can fully trust in this situation. Which is exactly what Dr. Yueh warns him about immediately after.

We also get two new languages used in this scene. Dr. Yueh speaks to Paul in Mandarin, which he understands and presumably Jessica does not. This gives us a piece of information about Paul's curiosity toward other cultures and his facility with languages. And Jessica uses the Atreides battle sign, which Paul also understands. Outside the library, Jessica pauses to give Paul one more silent warning, although she still hasn't told him what's about to happen.

This is just the setup. So before we've even entered the room, we've created this sense of unsettled foreboding dread (the Denis Signature Vibe) without a clear understanding of why things are happening--which is exactly how Paul feels.

I should also add that in the book, this scene takes place during the day, with the Reverend Mother sitting in front of a window. Shifting it to the middle of the night not only makes it way creepier but also tells us that (1) the Reverend Mother is the kind of person who can command Jessica's attention at any time of day or night and (2) this is all somewhat illicit and possibly is happening without Leto's knowledge.

Whomst in the fuuuuuuck?

We get this sort of weird POV shot of Paul crossing the room when it's not actually happening:

which I think is supposed to suggest some subtler form of control than the Voice, which Paul resists.

Before they've even properly entered the room, Mohiam manages to insult both Paul's parents ("defiance in the eyes, like his father" and dismissing Jessica with a curt "leave us"). And the first thing Paul says is to defend his mother's place in the social hierarchy ("You dismiss my mother in her own house?") with all the haughtiness you would expect.

The power dynamic gets rapidly clarified.

Momentary aside to say that I love the composition of this shot. Neither of them are quite on the third--they're just a bit too close to each other to make the shot look balanced. But neither of them are in center frame either--the box is in the center. They're not exactly aligned to the light gray columns between the bookshelves behind them, either, and the bookshelves are just slightly asymmetrical. It all makes things feel just a little claustrophobic and unsettling. Denis Villeneuve frequently uses this technique of creating unbalanced shots and intentionally leaving too much space in awkward parts of the frame to create a sense of unease.

Paul isn't kneeling in the book either--he's standing beside the chair in a setup that I don't think would actually work given the heights of the actors here, or would look awkward as hell. So they've solved a practical blocking problem and done some storytelling with it as well.

This is where we get our first look at the Voice at full power, and it's one of only two scenes where we get some subjective POV of what it feels like to be Voice-controlled (the other one being Feyd-Rautha and Lady Margot's interaction which deserves its own post). I really like that they didn't go for Voice Slow (zombie shuffling across the room) because Voice Fast is much more disturbing. The subjective experience of it seems closest to like, blacking out and waking up in a place or doing a thing and not knowing how you got there. The camera effect is just a really fast dolly and a slick edit, but Timothée really sells it with his split-second moment of confusion and shock before he realizes what happened and gets angry about it.

So now we're here, with the poison needle and the pain box.

"No need to call the guards. Your mother stands behind that door. No one would get past her."

This is a slick fucking piece of editing. Because just as Paul is learning that his mother has not only trapped him in this situation but is ensuring it continues uninterrupted, we cut to Jessica for the first time since she left the room and we see how absolutely terrified she is.

Also from this point, the sound in the film starts crossing the barrier of the door--we hear some of the dialogue between Paul and Mohiam when we're on shots of Jessica, and when the pain sound effect starts up, we hear it continuously on both sides of the door. So even though Jessica is not literally experiencing the pain, it feels like she is vicariously.

It would be really easy to tip the balance of sympathy in this scene one way or the other--toward Paul who's realizing his mother has handed him over to a painful and potentially lethal test, or toward Jessica who is listening to her child scream in pain and not only cannot stop it but is tasked with making sure it continues. But Denis Villeneuve is an absolute master at controlling and directing your POV in a way that allows you to feel sympathy for multiple characters at once and engage with complicated, contradictory emotional landscapes, and this is a little demonstration of what he's going to do on a much larger scale later in the story.

Timothée's pain acting...is excellent, that's all I'll say about that. Love that he's allowed to get all gross and drippy with it.

Now we get to the litany against fear.

Jessica starts it specifically in response to hearing Paul scream on the other side of the door. So, practically, she is using it to control her own fear. But the way the scene is intercut, it plays as if she is almost coaching or guiding Paul into controlling his own reactions. With every line that she says, we cut back to Paul as he is starting to master the situation.

"I must not fear." Paul is not in control here and seems about at his physical limit for keeping his hand in the box.

"Fear is the mind-killer." This is the one where it really seems like he could be reciting the same litany in his head or under his breath.

"Fear is the little death that brings obliteration." We don't really see Paul's face in the accompanying shot, but the pain sound effect really goes into overdrive, like she is pushing him harder.

"I will face my fear and I will permit it to pass over me and through me." Seems like Paul is getting to some kind of Zen place or whatever where he can withstand the pain.

This is when the first flash of vision pops up and the balance of power starts to shift in Paul's favor. We realize it at the same time both he and the Reverend Mother do.

Then we have this great moment where he looks up at her and we don't quite know what is happening but somehow Paul has started to win this interaction. And we go through a whole Face Journey with him that's intercut increasingly rapidly with Jessica's lines, flashes of the visions, and Mohiam's reaction as she starts to realize she's lost control of the situation.

"And when it has gone past--"

"I will turn the inner eye to see its path--"

"--and where the fear has gone, there will be nothing--"

"Only I will remain."

This part is great because like...nothing is happening. He just looks up at her. But we know that whatever battle is going on between them, Paul is winning now.

(Side note: this is a duel, right? This is his first of three duels, and like the duel with Feyd, he wins it on his knees.)

Then as soon as she says, "Enough," the facade cracks again a little.

And then he does the thing!! That is one of my favorite Paul physicalities!! Where he tilts his chin up so he can look down his nose at someone. Which is particularly audacious when you're on your knees.

It looks arrogant but there's also something a bit...childish? about it. It's something that he does specifically when he feels he does not have control of the situation and he's trying to regain it. He does it to the Emperor at the end of Part Two.

Anyway I LOVE the whole section of intercutting between Jessica and Paul because like. They are physically separated by a door but emotionally they feel connected. She put him in this situation, but then it's almost like she is reminding him that she also gave him the training to survive it. Which like, isn't that a microcosm of their whole fucked-up relationship?

"...You inherit too much power."

"What, because I'm a duke's son?"

"Because you are Jessica's son. You have more than one birthright, boy."

Almost all the dialogue from this scene is taken word for word from the book (although sometimes condensed). This is one of the few lines that got changed. In the book, Jessica is the one who reminds Paul that he is a duke's son--not her son. In general the movie dialogue is more faithful to what's in the book than you might expect. But every once in a while there is a line that feels like it's talking back to the original text like this.

There's another little emotional reversal right at the end of the scene, when Jessica comes in and her face just floods with relief at realizing Paul is still alive. But meanwhile you can see that Paul is really processing how betrayed by her he feels.

And then, after all that, they do talk about his dreams.

Denis has said in interviews that this was one of the very first scenes they filmed. Which is. Insane to me. This is an iconic scene from the book that every fan will come to with expectations and it's a really hard acting job! For everyone involved but especially for Timothée, because so much of the scene turns on him having an intense reaction to something that's not real and generally just...doing stuff with his face, and hoping that the sound design and the score and some scenes that haven't been shot yet will sell what's going on. Usually you would want to work up to an intense emotional scene like this, give the cast and crew a little time to get comfortable with each other. Nope! Anyway Denis has also said that he knew after this scene that he had cast correctly and yeah. I would say so.

[dreamscapesofimagination]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day!I came for the tdb requests :D

I have Jin as the default character on the main screen (didn't choose him nor liked him at first , he resembled default cold male lead in Korean transmigration manhwas , he's the first ssr i pulled tho soo) and his lines about him establishing a servant-king dynamic ( a tsundere , constipated feelings )without giving us the option to be slightly annoying about it _us servaning him_ is annoying to me.

I am a person who likes to challenge those around me (I like to play with what given to me since everything is more than it seems)even tho I am a calm person so ppl rarely wait for it,so, I have been wanting to get Jin to go to those 'peasants' locations he mentions in his voice lines (like seeing fireworks is better on a helicopter) for a date to get him to admit the beauty in what you can create (we have all noticed he' s grieving a loss so I kinda want it to take inspo from thod daye in order to challenge his current situation especialy his stigma )

Thank you in advance!

A/N: This is an amazing idea! I actually love Jin- I really enjoy the emotionally constipated characters (Aka why I love Alan, Megumi from JJK, and Dean Winchester sm lol). I hope you enjoy!

T/W: Cursing, Jin is kinda a spoiled ass- but also not?, soft Jin

Summary: Jin doesn’t understand why you insist on making him stargaze with you- he could take you to an observatory. He doesn’t understand the appeal of laying in the grass. He doesn’t understand why you’re so happy, or why your smile makes such a warm feeling spread through his chest.

—————

This truly had to be some kind of joke.

In fact, Jin was sure it was.

In what world was laying in the grass outside of your dorm better than viewing the stars at a world class observatory?

You, however, were extremely pleased that you had convinced him to quote “do peasant shit.”

His haughty attitude irritated you to no end, and you were determined to make him eat his words, which is exactly why you had chosen tonight for this.

He glanced over at you, watching you settle onto your back.

“This better be good. After this I’ll show you what it's like to see the sky through the best observatory in the world,” you rolled your eyes at his words.

“I know you’ll enjoy this, as long as you pull your head out of your ass.” you flashed him a sweet smile as he glared at you for your response.

“Wow, got some bite to ya, huh? Scared to admit this is a waste of my time?”

Your eyes narrowed, “Jin, sometimes I want to smack that smug look off of your face,” your ridiculously handsome face.

It was quite vexing- Jin was exactly your type. His attitude was the only deterrent, which frustrated you.

You knew there was more to him, he just refused to let people in.

He let out a bark of laughter at your response.

“I’d like to see you try- that would be the highlight of my day.”

“Your attitude is exactly why you have two friends.”

“Bold of you to assume I need friends.”

With a sigh, you refocused your eyes on the sky, choosing to ignore that statement.

You wished you could just get through to him- figure out why he was so guarded.

Jin watched you for a moment, uneasy at your lack of response. He was so used to you always having a retort to his remarks. Nothing he had ever said had seemed to genuinely upset you, until this.

Besides, he only had one friend, Tohma.

Until it hit him- you.

Despite how cold he was, you had always been friendly to him, insisting on sticking around even when he relentlessly pushed you away.

With a sigh, he laid beside you in the grass, choosing to follow your lead in hopes of making you happier.

The sky was an endless sheet full of stationary pin pricks of light.

His eyes widened when it started.

Flashes of light across the sky- hundreds of them.

A meteor shower.

His eyes flashed to you, and he couldn’t resist the warmth that spread through his chest at the look of wonder on your face.

You were hyper aware of Jin beside you. You wanted him to enjoy this- not just admit that it was better than a damn observatory.

The night was cool, with a small breeze that rustled past you both on occasion.

Seconds passed into minutes as you both watched the meteor shower, and you couldn’t resist the smile that spread across your face. You loved stargazing- and meteor showers were so rare that you had never seen one.

“Isn’t this amazing?” Your voice was breathless as you spoke, and his gaze went to you and he couldn’t stop himself, “Yeah, guess so.”

Pride filled you and you spoke again, “better than a fancy observatory?”

He felt his lip curl up, unable to tear his gaze away from the happiness on your face.

“It's probably the company.”

Cheeks burning, you sat up, watching him.

Jin couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered, not entirely opposed to the feeling of warmth in his chest.

He carefully avoided your gaze, turning his eyes back to the sky, “afterall, I’ve got two friends, so I should enjoy spending time with the better of the two.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes.

It wasn’t difficult to recognize that this was the best you would get, and you were satisfied seeing the icy exterior he held melt even the slightest.

[prlssprfctn]

Since you said you used to play enstars, now I can tell you this:

Last year, on my birthday (the first one playing enstars), Hiiro said something on the lines of "being happy I was born so he could met me", which was honestly so touching. I teared up a bit.

Anyways, I need someone, anyone, to tell that to Jason. I need someone to tell him they're glad he exists in the same world as them just because they were able to met him. I need someone to tell him his existence made someone else happier just by existing. I need someone to tell him he means so much to someone that they not only want to celebrate his existence but also him existing in that time and place, because that led to their encounter.

I need someone to tell him that they love him so much they're not just happy for him on his birthday, but also happy for themselves. Because they met him. Because they are the lucky ones. Because they love him so much his existence is personal to them.

Specially if it doesn't have anything to do with his death. I want someone to tell him he is important and his life matters without being tied to knowing the value of things you have lost. That he is loved and it not being for the pain that his absence left before.

Anyways, situations in which this could happen:

A) Someone actually telling him this. Probably a friend? I'd tear up.

B) If it was a crossover and someone in Enstars actually told him this.

Honestly, the strange part here is how well he could fit. I mean, he wouldn't be even the only with assassin training there.

It would be funny if he ended up in Undead before anyone even knows he used to be dead. It would be funnier but bad for everyone else's health if he ended up in Crazy:B. Psychos would put him in Alkaloid (<3) and make him the joker card themed member. I think he might fit in Eden tho, but he'd get along even more with Akatsuki. I'm honestly scared to put him and Madara in the same room.

C) Jason becoming an enstarrie. Probably the weirdest one.

He would write fanfiction about them. Project hard into all the sibling dynamics there everytime he has a fight or feels down. Then project more. Plus 30k words fic in which Kaname wakes up but he struggles to find his place in a world that moved on without him + HiMERU being the support he wanted.

He'd end up unconsciously humming Yukai Tsukai while shooting. Would have to resist the urge to snort everytime he's doing vigilante stuff and Double Face songs start playing in his mind. Would quote the game instead of a book by accident once and no one would notice it was not from a book.

I suppose someone else would be at fault that he even met the game.

the idea of Jason being in the ENSTARS cracked me up. don't let him go anywhere near undead, his dramatics easily will overtop theirs, please—

HOWEVER, the idea of someone telling Jason "being happy I was born so we could meet each other" touched me so, so hard— i can imagine Roy telling him this while they are sitting together after some mission, clinking their beer cans against each other's :( my shaylas :(

[mapofsouthdakota]

Caleb’s myth -

The Vermillion bird

AU: You are at the Vermillion bird’s court. Captive? Not really applicable here but yea who cares right

(Short fluff, just a little detour before a steamy one..? I just love their dynamics with the fluff)

Fated play

"Red," you say, watching as Caleb mouths the syllable, tasting the word like candy.

"Then?" he grins, his fingers expertly maneuvering the paper fortune teller, its crisp folds shifting to reveal a set of odd numbers.

You hum in thought, dragging out the suspense before finally exclaiming, "Three!" with playful certainty.

Leaning in, you hover closer, your forehead nearly brushing his, strands of your hair almost grazing his ashy bangs. The two of you stay locked in, eyes fixed on the delicate folds in his hands as he begins to count, voice rich with amusement.

"One... two... three."

"Seven," you declare, watching as Caleb’s fingers dance over the folds, shifting the paper like a living kaleidoscope. In, out, in, out—the fortune waiting to be revealed.

"And finally...?" he muses, tilting his head toward you, eyes flickering with playful mischief. He’s indulging in the moment, in you, in the simple thrill of a childhood game spun into something electric.

"Two!" You say it triumphantly, convinced of your impending good fortune.

Yet, with a slow, deliberate motion, Caleb opens the fortune teller on one.

Your eyes widen. "H—hey!" You reach for it, but he pulls back just enough, grinning. "Don't cheat and give me a bad fortune now! Read number two!"

His smirk deepens, the paper crinkling between his fingers as he considers your plea.

"How come you're so sure the good fortune is on number two?" Caleb chuckles, his voice rich with amusement, smooth and bewitching.

You huff, scrunching your nose in mock indignation, crossing your arms like a child denied their favorite treat.

But your pout is short-lived—his laughter is infectious, and soon, you’re mirroring his grin, your playful gestures a stark contrast to his effortless charm.

"Because I just know," you insist, leaning in as if sheer willpower could bend the game in your favor. "Now stop stalling and read it!"

Caleb hums, eyes glinting as he finally unfolds the fortune, drawing out the moment just to tease you. His voice drops, smooth as silk, dripping with playful indulgence.

"Ah… here it is." He tilts his head, gaze locking onto yours, heat flickering beneath the mischief.

Caleb smirks.

"A spark always finds its flame—until neither can resist the burn."

His eyes flick to yours, a smirk tugging at his lips. With a slow, deliberate wink, he murmurs, "Looks like fate knows what it’s talking about"

"No way it says that!" You lunge for the paper, but with a flick of his fingers, Caleb lifts it effortlessly, the slip of fortune floating just beyond your reach.

"Awwh, Caleb!" You whine, pouting up at him with exaggerated, almost tearful eyes, like a pleading puppy. "But… I wanna read your fortune too!"

He only chuckles, shrugging as if the answer is obvious. His gaze softens, voice dipping into something smooth, certain.

"No need," he murmurs, eyes locked onto yours.

"My fate is right in front of me."

Writers note: I just had to get this out. I always get other ideas while I work on my steamy one. Serious question tho? More fluff or should I do the steam up? The steamy one is almost done tho but its loooooooonggggg

[aasouthteranoswife]

Hello

It's my birthday 🎂 today

I was hoping if you can write something smut with plot for bonetn I'm not sure if you write it tho if not totally fine anything tokyo revengers would be amazing

Preferably dominant male and submissive reader. As usual.

Thank you very much love ❤️

Under His Shadow

Summary: you are entangled with the infamous Bonten after an innocent courier's job goes awry. Taken under Mikey’s control, you’re thrust into a dangerous world of power games and mistrust. Mikey’s authority becomes suffocating as tensions rise, while his enigmatic demeanor keeps you on edge. The Bonten executives, especially Sanzu and Kokonoi, test your boundaries as they weave you deeper into their plans. But when a cryptic message surfaces, suggesting you might not be as innocent as you claim, the stakes skyrocket, leaving you trapped in a dangerous web of suspicion.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE. I hope you in enjoy this and your birthday tooooooo

Warning(s): Power dynamics and control themes, Mentions of fear, manipulation, Dark themes, Suggestive undertones.

Word Count: 1365

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated

The room was dimly lit, the city skyline painting fractured light across the sleek, polished floor. You found yourself in the lion's den—a private meeting room in Bonten’s high-rise headquarters. You weren’t sure how you’d ended up here, caught in a game far beyond your comprehension. But one thing was certain: Mikey sat at the head of the table, and his presence was suffocating.

Around him, the other executives watched you with unreadable expressions. Sanzu twirled a knife between his fingers, a wicked grin playing on his lips. Kokonoi leaned back in his chair, scanning you with a mix of curiosity and mild disinterest. Rindou and Ran exchanged glances, like they were betting on your survival odds.

Mikey, however, didn’t move. His black eyes seemed to pierce through you, stripping away any pretense of courage. “You’ve been following us,” he said, his voice as soft as silk and twice as dangerous.

You stiffened, the weight of their gazes making your knees weak. “It’s not what it looks like,” you stammered, clutching your bag tightly. “I—I was just delivering something. I had no idea who you were.”

“Lying won’t help you,” Kokonoi said lazily, his tone carrying a warning.

Sanzu chuckled, leaning forward with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “She’s trembling. Cute.”

“Enough,” Mikey’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. His tone wasn’t loud, but it silenced the room instantly. “What were you delivering?”

You hesitated, but the weight of his gaze made it impossible to resist. You reached into your bag and pulled out a small, wrapped package. “It’s...just a package. I don’t know what’s in it. I was paid to deliver it, that’s all.”

Mikey extended his hand, and you hesitantly placed the package in his palm. He unwrapped it slowly, revealing a stack of documents. His expression didn’t change as he scanned them, but you could feel the shift in the air. Whatever the papers contained, it was enough to make him lean back in his chair, his gaze settling on you once more.

“You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid,” he said after a long pause. “Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”

You shook your head, words failing you.

“You belong to us now,” he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Until I figure out who sent you and why, you’ll stay close. Very close.”

Mikey’s declaration hung in the air like a noose. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. You didn’t dare move. Your pulse raced as his dark eyes bore into you, unwavering and unreadable. His command had been absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

“You’ll stay here,” he said coolly, gesturing to the room with an almost lazy flick of his wrist. “I’ll decide what to do with you.”

“Here?” you blurted before you could stop yourself. The word slipped out, shaky and uncertain, and you immediately regretted it. Mikey’s expression didn’t shift, but the slightest tilt of his head made your stomach churn.

“Did I stutter?” His voice was soft but lethal, like a blade sliding from its sheath. “Or do you think you can tell me no?”

Before you could respond, Sanzu let out a low chuckle from across the room, his grin wide and unsettling. “I like this one. Got some fight in her. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

“Not your call, Sanzu,” Mikey said without looking at him, his tone colder than the steel glinting in Sanzu’s hand. It was a subtle reminder of the hierarchy here. A reminder you were now a part of, whether you liked it or not.

Kokonoi leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he regarded you with a speculative gaze. “She’s trouble, Mikey. Trouble wrapped in a pretty package. If we’re keeping her, she’ll need watching.”

Ran smirked, brushing his long hair back casually. “I could volunteer. She seems my type.”

“Enough,” Mikey cut in again, this time sharper. His attention returned to you, his eyes dark and calculating. He rose slowly, and the weight of his presence grew tenfold as he approached. His steps were silent, deliberate, the kind that made you want to retreat but froze you in place instead.

When he stopped in front of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up. Your heart hammered as his fingers gently tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch was surprisingly light, almost teasing, but the power behind it was unmistakable.

“You’ll stay under my watch,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, like he was sharing a secret. “And you’ll follow my rules. Understand?”

Your breath hitched, your mind racing as you tried to process the dangerous intensity in his eyes. You managed a nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he said, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. The words sent a jolt down your spine, equal parts fear and something you didn’t want to name. He straightened, letting his hand drop, but the warmth of his touch lingered, an unspoken reminder of his control.

“Take her to one of the suites,” he said to Kokonoi, his tone businesslike now. “And make sure she has everything she needs.”

“And by everything?” Kokonoi asked with a raised brow, his usual sly smile tugging at his lips.

“Nothing extravagant,” Mikey replied, his gaze still locked on you. “She’s not a guest. She’s an asset.”

Mikey lingered far too close, his dark eyes pinning you in place. The faint trace of his breath against your skin made your pulse race, and though every instinct told you to pull away, you couldn’t move. His touch was deceptively gentle as his fingers slid down your jaw, grazing your neck before he withdrew entirely.

“You’ll do as I say,” he murmured, stepping back with an air of calm authority. “And maybe, just maybe, you’ll get out of this alive.”

The unspoken threat made your stomach churn, but before you could respond, Mikey’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his eyes narrowing as he read the message. The air shifted immediately, tension crackling like a live wire.

“Sanzu,” he said, his voice sharp and cutting.

As if summoned, the man appeared in the doorway, his ever-present grin faltering slightly at Mikey’s tone. “What’s the problem, boss?”

“Someone’s been playing games,” Mikey said, holding the phone up for Sanzu to see. Though you couldn’t read the screen, whatever it was clearly serious enough to darken Mikey’s expression further. “Our visitor might not be here by chance after all.”

Sanzu’s gaze flicked to you, his grin returning, but now with a dangerous edge. “I told you she was too interesting.”

“Find out who sent her,” Mikey ordered, his tone low and commanding. “And make sure they understand the consequences.”

Sanzu’s laugh was unsettling, like the crackle of flames. “Oh, this’ll be fun.”

“Wait,” you blurted, panic rising in your chest. “I told you, I don’t know anything! I’m not working for anyone—I’m just a courier!”

Mikey turned back to you, his expression unreadable, but there was something cold and calculating in his gaze. “If that’s true, you’ll have nothing to worry about.” His head tilted slightly, almost mockingly. “But if you’re lying…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. The implication hung heavy in the room.

“You’re staying here,” he continued, his tone final. “Until I know who you are—and why you’re really here.”

Before you could argue, Mikey turned to leave, Sanzu following closely behind. But just as Mikey stepped out, he paused in the doorway. Without looking back, he said one last thing that sent a chill down your spine.

“Don’t get comfortable. This is just the beginning.”

The door shut behind him with a resolute click, leaving you alone in the eerie silence. Your heart thundered in your chest as you stared at the closed door, the weight of Mikey’s words settling over you like a storm cloud. Just as you took a shaky breath, the phone on the desk buzzed—a single, ominous notification lighting up the screen.

It read: "We know where you are."

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[jaguaresss]

Random Ketu Mahadasha experiences so far:

Context:

Started in June 2022. My Ketu is in a Mars sign and my Rahu is in a Ketu sign. My astrologer told me that my Ketu MD is also activating my Rahu sign because it is ruled by Ketu.

Body:

- a lot of pain + discomfort to bring me to arrive at my true potential (however this was mainly Venus AD) lots of pain, heart break, feelings of betrayal but ultimately emerged victorious. (Ketu in 2nd with Jupiter)

-spiritual exploration and attacks

-abandoned old beliefs and tore them down to create a new foundation. So much death and rebirth.

-fluctuating weight, mysterious skin issues. Dermatitis that I’ve never had before. PS: watch your sacral and solar chakra during this MD. I’ve found personally, that I’ve had to balance them from being under/ over active.

-keep moving, do not be stagnant, and always look for the deeper meaning.

- Sun AD was so good. I came alive again, return of the self and basking in the after glow.

- became v close with a Jupiter native who is obsessed with hair care(activating my Rahu in Ketu sign) PS: Jupiter + Ketu dynamics balance eachother. I have Jupiter in a Jupiter sign as my AK.

- Venus AD tore down my entire foundation. This Jupiter native helped me without even having to ask. Their excess material helped me immensely.

-so many DOGS around me. I suddenly love dogs even tho I’ve always been a cat person. (Ketu + dogs/ wolves have a connection) formed a v special bond with a dog in my life that belongs to my Jupiter person.

- Moon was v emotional and jarring. So much growth and gained lots of benefit from travelling back to birthplace/ place of origin. Reconnecting with mother and father. Distant family. Diving deep into my emotions, family blood lines and connecting with ancestors. Side note: Fathers are usually affected in Ketu MD.

- Mars: ON FUCKIN FIRE BRO. No literally my skin, face, eyes, ovaries EVERYTHING. My sacral is over active and I am ready to stand on business. Increase in inflammation, but balancing with lymphatic drainage.

-Mars: will find you looking for avenues to make big $$$. If you are currently in Mercury MD, I’d advise to collect as much GOLD as you can. It’s worth a lot right now and I’m lucky to be collecting gold because I find myself in situations where I need to trade it in for cash with how rapidly my world is changing.

- LOTS of body care to balance Rahu/Ketu axis. Facial massages, lymphatic drainage every night, lots of hair care and skin care. Breathing before bed, manifestation practices, lots of dreams with my ancestors

- cruisin through life sober and huge connection to higher self

- have moved 5 times since 2022

- 4 injuries in the span of one year through gym(minor. However this can vary on your placements)

-Spending so much time in nature.

-inclination to rediscover myself.

- watch your adrenals and connect with your womb(if you have one) I cannot stress enough how much time is needed to balance this. Ketu is missing it’s head and forgets how much time he is wasting either trying to sort through brain fog, repressed emotions and baggage while also connecting to their body. I DO NOT SLEEP ANYMORE.

- watch your food intake, and really tune in with your body. I used to be a vegan but now I fluctuate between needing to eat meat once a week, or more than 3 times a week. Your environment, emotions, and energy become what fuel your soul. If you are drained, let your feelings leave you before consuming nutrients. They WILL not be absorbed properly, and fast on Tuesdays. Ketu does not like feeling heavy.

Extra notes:

I hear a lot of astrologers saying this MD is to be feared. However, if you are a spiritual inclined person, I can assure you this period is one full of immense potential and beauty. Ketu wants to clear out the debris of your consciousness so that you many reap the fruits of your labour in Venus MD.

Let that shit go. The more you resist the more Ketu will stand on your shoulders and weigh you down. If you notice a pattern repeating, dissect it. Journal about it, seek council. Venus MD isn’t always rainbows and roses. If you carry any baggage with you moving forward, it is only a matter of time before you collapse. Venus MD will manifest the things that you do not let go of as situations that are sweet and sour as time goes on. If you want to create a legacy that lasts, it is your time to do the work, and honour yourself and your lineage.

Will keep adding as I go :) feel free to ask me any questions.

Here are my other posts on my KETU MD:

[all-pacas]

for the ship game (choosing evil)

foreman/cameron

park/chase

camchase

i'm skipping camchase because i got asked that one individually let's go tho. this isn't even close to evil

foreman/cameron - don't ship it

Why don’t you ship it?

with the caveat that it would be so funny, they would simply be a disaster. they're both extremely type a and controlling and need to be right, and foreman in particular has proven repeatedly that he does not get cameron on a fundamental and honestly kind of tragic level (see both his under-estimating her hurt in sleeping dogs lie and over-estimating her selfishness in euphoria). i think they'd putter along for two weeks as a mature, sensible, Serious Couple -- congratulating themselves all the while at how good they are at relationships -- and then have a minor fight that would snowball into an explosion that took out all of diagnostics. neither can compromise. both are always certain they are right. it would be so funny, but i would not wish them on one another at all

What would have made you like it?

the hilarity of it is a massive selling point, but… i guess maybe post series (if you erase all the other associated -- chase -- baggage), when they're both grown up and calmer and tired, i guess it could work then? maybe?

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

i do thoroughly love their dynamic. i honestly adore the way they have periodic theology debates in the mri room, i think they both actually would enjoy having esoteric debates for hours on end. they're well matched intellectually, and i think they both get off on the challenge. they'd be terrible romantic partners, but i think they do enjoy one another, you know?

park/chase - platonically ship it

What made you ship it?

i know i know i am cheating, i just. bear with me. i really, truly, don't want them to kiss. but for a good reason, i swear.

park and chase's friendship is one of the highlights of s8 for me. i don't love how at first the show frames it as "lol how cringe of park to have a crush on the hot guy," for i think obvious reasons, but their slow bonding is really good, and really good for chase. chase tends to be kind of standoffish, in later seasons in particular, but park through sheer stubbornness is able to push past his resistances; a lot of chase's s8 arc is him realizing he feels stuck and that he's lonely, that he doesn't really want love or sex but family, but connections. park ends up giving him both -- literally, by letting him borrow her grandmother, but also through her persistence and desire to be his friend. they trust one another. they like one another.

the thing is, chase is also pretty fucking notorious for trying to sexualize his relationships, for sleeping with women and then losing interest because he's looking for an actual connection and not sex, right? by not getting with park, he actually is forced to really connect with her, to have a relationship with her. he isn't interested in her, which means he has to actually… care about her. which is also why i don't really want them to kiss or get together -- post-series i think they could without chase immediately bailing, but also close platonic friendships that really are platonic mean so fucking much to me, okay. they're so important. sometimes you just need a friend.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

in a strange way, i think they really do get one another, despite being total opposites. they almost remind me of something wilson says to house in s5 - with everyone else, wilson has to be a people pleaser, a Nice Guy, he has to act as he's expected, but with house there's no social contract and he can just be. i think that's actually sort of similar to chase and park, if not on the same level. chase is very used to being Charming and Smarmy and Flirtatious, but with park he can just… hang out. park is defensive and prickly and sensitive, but chase is really pretty good at shutting her down (in a productive way!) when she gets too in her head. they can relax around one another. to quote park, they trust one another.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

………that they have much more of a sibling relationship than chase and thirteen ever did lmaooooo

[doomwitctheories]

YOU and HIM is an 18+ visual novel. Minors, refrain from interacting.

So... as an Audhder with special interest in videogames and animals, those two things may overlap once.

... or multiple times.

Just for fun, I'm using one of my favorite visual novels to gush about animals, much like a game theory episode.

Two disclaimers before we start. Even tho I'm very interested in zoology, I'm not an expert, so it's very likely I will make mistakes. Secondly, I'm not a native English speaker, so there's a chance I'll make your eyes bleed with bad grammar.

By the way, trigger warnings:

Animal mating behavior and genitalia. Predators and hunting. Carnivorous plants.

If you're uncomfortable with that, skip this post in its entirety.

Adam is a spotted hyena.

Adam is cat coded.

Cunning perceptiveness, playful taunting, antisocial behavior...

He's the human equivalent to an angry cat.

Except, this man doesn't take breaks.

Felines are carnivores focused on precision rather than resistance. Their strikes are deadly and expertly calculated, but they don't have much stamina. As a result, they generally need long periods of rest.

But this man is built like a fucking train. Adam is relentless, and he doesn't even look tired while chasing their target to the ends of the Earth.

That determination is usually attributed to canines.

Then, how come he has both the cat-like feel and the endurance of a dog?

That's when it hit me. Hyenas.

Spotted hyenas are the most dog-like members between the felines. They're tremendously intelligent, and utilize planning and deceit to get their way. Unlike other hyenas, spotted hyenas aren't scavengers, but hunters. Much like canines, they can and will hunt their preys to exhaustion.

Also, they live in matriarchal societies, which reminded me of Adam's undying love and respect for his mom (presumably).

Also! Also! (And this is specially rad). Hyenas are literally the embodiment of consent. Why? Well, female reproductive organs have evolved to look similar to their male counterparts. The advantage of this is that, to mate, female hyenas have to retract their pseudo-penis to create an opening. Which essentially means, mating literally can't occur without consent. In other words, forcing copulation is physically impossible for hyenas.

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(cough cough *male hyenas are subs, even if they outweigh their partners* cough cough)

Who said that!? Anyway.

There you have it. Adam is a spotted hyena. I cannot unsee it, and now you can't either.

Mermay season. If Adam is a tiger shark, then Saffron is a great white shark.

For Mermay, the creator of the game posted a beautiful drawing of Adam as a tiger shark.

(Which, by the way, has a lot of similarities to a hyena, starting with the spot patterns on their tail, that look very much like the fur of a spotted hyena. Another similar characteristic is their diet. Surprisingly varied, they will go after anything, really. Much like hyenas. Both are the "predator garbage eaters" of their respective ecosystems).

But this section isn't about tiger sharks as much as it is about Saffron.

If we look at the ranking of recorded fatal shark attacks, tiger sharks are really high up, only second to the great white shark. Which is odd because, even if either encounter is extremely rare, white sharks tend to be more curious and swim near boats and surfing areas, yet tiger sharks are up there in the rank right behind them. This leads me to believe that, under the same circumstances, tiger sharks are more likely to attack you than white sharks.

I find this comparison really fitting for the dynamic Adam and Saffron present in game. While Adam is the very first predator you encounter (tiger shark: more opportunistic, less selective), he's much easier to dodge than Saffron, who's much less likely to confront you himself, despite roaming around and studying you curiously, but once he's in court, you better pray (great white shark: less opportunistic, more selective).

Appearance-wise, white sharks and Saffron are also alike. Not only cause of the albino hair, that matches the shark's white belly, but cause of their pointed snout, which is considered an elegant feature.

Their hunting style is also similar to Saffron's, generally stalking their prey from below, to later launch a surprise attack that tends to be fatal on its own. I compare this to his bad end, in which he attacks YOU from behind, leaving you completely defenseless thanks to a powerful anesthetic.

In conclusion, we have found ourselves a deadly shark duo for the next mermay. Adam the tiger shark and Saffron the great white shark.

YOU are a Venus flytrap and Adam is doomed.

In literature, the femme fatale refers to a character (not necessarily a woman) that relies on seduction to bend their victims to their will.

YOU are at a disadvantage. Your opponent is larger, stronger, faster and more experienced than you. Much like insects, they have a set of tools and freedom of movement you simply don't.

How do you survive then?

You need to turn your opponent against themselves by messing with their biology.

The traps of the Venus flytrap are covered with a delicious nectar.

One sip of this nectar, and it's over for their prey, fly or otherwise.

Even if the insect doesn't trigger the trap at first and manages to flee, they will return on their own volition.

This is due to the addictive nature of their taste, that works like a drug. As insects enjoy their meal, they get increasingly wobbly and uncoordinated.

And the more they linger, the more drunk they get, until it's only a matter of time the flytrap honors their name.

As you can see, these plants are the eco-friendly version of the femme fatale.

They beckon their meal closer, with a promise of such sweetness that makes their judgement hazy, and before they realize it they're already too deep.

I think Adam would agree this perfectly represents YOU, even if you're only acting this way to escape the serial killer.

To further resemble the first encounter between YOU and Adam, these traps don't close on impact. They have a timer. A set of sensory hairs that signal the trap to close shut if an insect brushes them twice or more in the span of 30 seconds.

Their resources are scarce, so they play the waiting game and rely on precision in order to survive, for striking without the field secured could lead to their death.

YOU need to be patient and make sure Adam is intoxicated before stabbing him the first time. YOU play with your words and remain vigilant on any opening available to make your move. YOU rely on confusion and purposefully ignite strong emotional reactions on your opponents to take advantage.

YOU play the part of a Venus flytrap, that learned to lure and manipulate in order to make it when all the odds are against them.

Pretty cool if you ask me.

It's even better, because you aren't competing against an insect, but with a human.

And humans are social creatures.

This means, attachment is a key factor of their condition, and they can't get rid of things they're attached to.

And Adam is no different.

The more time he's around YOU, the more attached he will become.

This essentially means Adam can't hurt YOU without hurting himself in the process.

Just the thought of YOU fading away has him recalling memories of his mother's passing, and we've seen the impact his nightmares have on him.

If YOU died, Adam would be physically incapable of acting normally. He would start to slip up, behave erratically or lash out. He could be potentially forced into therapy, but recovery would take precious time Saffron can't afford to lose. Not to mention the irreversible hit to their reputation.

Worst case scenario, another member of the band could be replaced. But the main singer? Impossible.

In summary, it's only a matter of time both Adam and Saffron realize hurting YOU would mean the end of CAKE, which would ultimately grant your survival.

On the downside, YOU will have to deal with Adam "hunting" you for the rest of your life. And just because you're safe, doesn't mean your friends and closed ones share the same luck.

Links:

https://www.frontiersin.org/journals/marine-science/articles/10.3389/fmars.2019.00037/full

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiger_shark

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_white_shark

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spotted_hyena

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus_flytrap

[nogenderbee]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi there! Could I request An and Shizuku with an s/o who loves cold and cool weather and places?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hiii~ Of course! Also OMG my two fav girls?! Are you spoiling me or smth~? 🤭

Okey but anyway, I just hope you'll like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Shizuku knows you like cold weather and yet she's always worried you're gonna get a cold...

✧ even if you're used to temperatures like that, she'll still give you a warm jacket or a scarf in order to keep you away from sickness

✧ even if it's cold place, she's still gonna be worried about you, so there's no getting away from her when it comes to that...

✧ sure, you can argue with her but it's hard.. but you can get a compromise if you play your cards right! Like... she'll just check your temperature every now and then, and if you get cold, she's inmidietly pulling out additional layers

✧ getting some advices from Shiho very recommended here

"It's 10°C!! Quick, here's a scarf."

✧ she'll also scold you any time you sit on something cold...

✧ by now she began to carry a pillow or a blanket so you could sit on it instead

✧ also, get ready for lots of homemade tea! She takes some with her every time you have a walk to make sure you're never gonna be cold

✧ she's like a mom really... she may be exaggerating a bit, but she means no harm! Quite the opposite, she's just worried about you

✧ and you bet she'll be extremely sad the moment she heard you decline her offers

"Awh... why not? Is it the taste? I can make some other type of tea next time! At least wear this... you're gonna catch a cold in this weather...!"

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@bleachtheidiot @qwnelisa @miya-akane @miguelito-maruti-blog - come get your beautiful model~

✧ An most likely likes cold places too, tho I feel like she's easily getting cold... just the feeling I get from how she wears hoodie almost all the time! Dunno if it was explained somehwere in the event story...

✧ you got that likes cold x is usually cold dynamic

✧ she's often joking how "she can go but she's not gonna share her hoodie if you'll be cold!" but you both know, she'd let herself freeze to death for sale of giving you her hoodie so YOU won't freeze

✧ despite her being a bit... resistant towards idea of going out when it's so cold at first, she soon becomes used

"Out? But it's like freezing outside!"

"You know we can grab a coffee on our way so it'd be warmer, right?"

"Hm.. Alright..! Guessed you convinced me."

✧ but a nice, warm cup of coffee is enough to get her used to date in this cold weather!

✧ despite that, you two probably often end with cold... so you spend days in An's room, her dad taking care of not only his daughter, but also her lover...

✧ at least it's fun to joke and cough together? Well.. usually?

✧ she's also a bit careless when it comes to cold weather... never having blanket to sit on so you two sit on cold surface... and you still don't know why you catched w cold?

✧ the worst thing is... she refuses to admit she's starting to feel sick, because she doesn't want to say goodbye! Especially if you two are having so much fun together

"Achoo! No, I'm fine... We can continue. Let's go on playground and not overthink it, alright?"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @qxmmi - come get your star girl!

[maningup]

The sad stories are always the best and worst ones like any story that took place in that hotel. Cuz like, I'm sad things had to change so drastically with personality changes and loss of memories but also I'm conflicted cuz that drastic change was incredibly hot and how dare you make me feel everything at once--//SHOT

Forgive me for i care about them having a happy ending very much but I also have a weakness and that's lifeguards, football players and that fictional highschool/college jock trope. Blake at least checked one of those boxes.

I LOVE to hear about that conflict because its the same for me. I know everyone has their own favorite things about MG/TF, AP/TF, etc. And ultimately I can't resist people becoming hotter. For me personally tho, I love the drama of it all, whether sad, happy, good ending, or bad. Make me care about the characters and you have me hooked! (Though a happy resolution or hard earned happy ending make me melt!) I think descriptions of TF scenes are the cherry on top to any subdivision in & under TF, but the story itself is where I thrive. I think stories having eroticism add a little extra, but I would consume them (and do) even if they didn't. There's so much to dig into with the dynamics, father and son, brothers, friends, strangers, and whatever else I'm missing. I think the trope and the situations that can be born from it are fun to explore, tame or not. Those dynamics also help make the TF scenes, more enjoyable.

[4ll-th1ngs-r4nd0m]

Part 2/??

Adrikinsssssssss

pretty boy i want to roll into a ball

HERES MARINETTES!

HEADCANONS

more awkward than ever this man has no idea how to interact w ppl

following the last one; most of the things he knows abt friendships come from movies

has his ears pierced

hates stud earrings and will only wear dangly ones. Gabriel hates it

he never gets jokes. like, ever. he'll make a joke as chat noir, someone will respond back, and he will just laugh awkwardly and not acknowledge how clueless he is

hates ceramic dishes due to constantly eating with them and how loud they are when they clack against each other. he was so happy (for a sec) when during the bubbler, there were plastic plates

has absolutely no drip when he's not wearing smth his father forced him to. Nino had to help him out. without Nino's help he dressed like a white dad on vacation in Hawaii. Now, he dresses like a loser (affectionate)

loves reading and annotating, but hates marking up his books permanently so he keeps separate notebooks / folders for his thoughts on books with their pages listed

he loves roleplaying games. except the multiple times he has projecting a littleeeee too hard on the characters and the ppl around him informed him "hey? that's not normal at all and is actually very damaging." he has yet to acknowledge his trauma. Here's hoping!

a vocaloid fan. he's also a big fan of rhythm games

he's also not straight. Nino was his fruity awakening; you can only swipe a lock of a guys hair out of his face sm b4 they start rethinking some things

doesn't know how to bargain or apologize to ppl without brining up money. it takes a while for him to realize that he can't buy his way out of everything.

REALTIONSHIPS

gets jealous pretty easily. he's not used to having people, and he's especially not used to sharing (he's just not as much of an asshole as Chloé is. small wins guys)

loves giving his friends compliments

for the 1st week of school, he was convinced he and nino were the best of friends despite knowing next to nothing abt him (I will go more into their dynamic later bc holy shit there's a lot)

him and Félix are surprisingly close. this is the reason he stops being chat noir for a sec; Félix essentially forces him to go on vacation with Félix's mom w/ the promise that he'll handle all of his shit (chat noir, modeling, etc. and yeah, Félix does now Chat Noirs identity. he's just like that)

him and Kagami never really dated, it was more of a business thing as an agreement between their parents (they would "date" and Kagami would appear in some modeling gigs w Adrien). Gabriel was actually very happy when they broke up and was more okay with Marinette and Adrien dating (he's a racist and to him, Marinette is more white passing. I made him more unlikeable sorry guys I couldn't resist)

That's it I think

thinks everything his friends do is the coolest thing he's ever seen and loves hyping them up (2nd biggest cheerleader)

didn't know a lot abt romantic relationships so he assumed his feelings for Marinette were platonic for a longgggg time

really good at both flirting and being flirted back with on the outside. he's terrible when it comes to physical touch tho. it kills him every time.

THANKS FOR READING ILY