#personified states

[smoralcoral]

This is basically my smorgasbord of whatever I want to post, so here's my Letterboxd review of Moana 2 under the cut.

(This will have minor spoilers and is primarily negative. If these things turn you off, then don't read!!)

The biggest indicator that this was supposed to be a TV show was all of the useless ensemble characters that sucked shit and had little to no meaningful development. I think Moana's crew was the worst, because they were annoying and featured more prominently. In a television show, an ensemble cast can be developed to a better degree, but they don't have time to do that in a two hour movie. And don't get me started on the sister, the coconut warrior, and the animals who were shoehorned in to sell more merchandise.

Boring songs, shitty villain (HE DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP), TERRIBLE darkest hour...

Was Moana supposed to have an arc? Because she was basically great and perfect and dearly loved, and yet had her third - act breakdown where she was like "I'VE RUINED EVERYTHING!!"

NO, YOU HAVEN'T!! You have singlehandedly kept this mission afloat! You're the only one capable of doing half this shit while your crew does fuck all for 2/3rds of the movie!!

I get that people have imposter syndrome, but I don't feel like that was set up. If anything, I feel like the themes of "working together and learning to deal with people who have different strengths," and "sometimes you have to be the one to step up and do hard things, even if it is uncomfortable," were much more established.

Furthermore, what is interesting and works in storytelling is different from real life. If the audience sees a character who is hyper competent, friendly, and a good leader, then there's going to be dissonance when the character cries self - loathing. Especially because it's an arc that's been done one bazillion times, and ESPECIALLY because the only one who actually had a relationship built up with Moana (beyond "writers said that these characters like her, so they like her") was Maui.

Positives: I liked Moana herself! I do get sick of the "quirky Disney princess," and I feel like they leaned into that a lot. But overall, I thought she was entertaining to watch. Maui is great, and it's nice to see a buff macho guy unashamedly adore a girl in a respectful, platonic way. I don't like the Disney style of animation (more on that in a bit), but I do respect the talent and hard work that goes into making an animated movie, and I'm sure these animators would be able to thrive in an environment that encouraged creativity and diversity. Some of the humor made me laugh.

I'm neutral about the bat lady. All I thought about was Disney seeing the whinging surrounding twist villains and going, "Well, how about a twist HERO??? Checkmate, liberal!"

Overall, I've been negative because being negative is fun, but this is a fine movie. It's perfectly acceptable. Your kids will watch it, say "woah I wish I had water powers," and forget about it soon after.

But. BUT. Personally? I'm so sick of Disney and their products. Everything is sanitized, squeaky - clean, pushed through 20 different corporate focus groups in order to maximize profitability and enjoyment. Trying to make safe media that appeals to everyone lacks the specificity that allows for things to resonate. Even the designs have gotten slowly more rounded and "cute." Where's the character, the personalized flair to the animation that would come with each movie?? And everyone is silly and quirky with a sassy remark, and it just... Sucks! It sucks.

I know it's crappy to compare everything to Spiderverse, but you have truly incredible people who are pushing the boundaries of storytelling, animation, while staying PG - 13 and appealing to a wide variety of audiences. That is what happens when you allow for some creativity, and don't stick with the same marketable formula that includes everyone but touches no one.

If you like modern Disney, it's a decent watch. For anyone else, stay home and save your money.

[buckcherried]

kento nanami didn't realize he had it in him until he met you. and by god, did it surprise the absolute fuck out of you both.

you thought your sly comment would earn a small but rewarding dig out of him. get a rise out of his uptight, slack-wearing ass and encourage him to live a little. you took your role just as seriously as he did, but fuck, this man was the personified definition of the term bootstrapper. playing with powerful men was a fun little hobby of yours; a bit of entertainment during your incredibly taxing day-to-day duties of being a jujutsu sorcerer. gojo could take your shit like a champ and give it right back to you without missing a beat. you knew you held very little power in this light over the strong-willed man you knew as kento nanami. he never gave in to your antics to rile him.

it was a personal challenge of yours to break the blasé businessman.

and tonight you were keeping him taut and teetering on the very edge of his composure, not that you had to know that. kento nanami was good at remaining professional, especially so here at the office. and especially in front of you, someone he personally held a great amount of respect for, a notable and proven challenge to even the strongest, with an even smarter mouth.

it was just the two of you, finishing out the last of your tasks for the evening. you were sat in his office, in the chair that stood before his desk flipping casually through the stack of potential recruits you stiffed from gojo’s desk. you didn’t even catch exactly which quip from your armory of smartassery fell from your lips as you got up to leave the man to his work that had him up and flush behind you in a flash.

nanami had your ponytail wrapped around his fist and yanked hard, your head slamming back hard into the crook of his neck as his front was suddenly flat against your back. an astounded gasp was choked from your throat at the sudden blow to the back of your head against his stocky shoulder.

"is this what you want, sweetheart?" he whispered as his sharp cheekbone grazed the apple of your cheek as your head remained restrained there at his hand. his tone was all too casual for the rate he had your heartbeat at, "if you want something, you have to ask for it."

your eyes instantly shot over to study the businessman, whose face was a mere inch from yours. though you strained to get a good look from the position he had you in, you gathered no expression about him. like this reaction of his was completely typical of him. like you should have seen this coming. from the corner of his eye, nanami's stony gaze fell to you.

your stunned silence was not the right answer, but your mind was in no state to converse. the man who had never so much as cracked a playful one-liner back at your frequent lashes of witticism had you now standing flush against his front rutting his rigid cock into the fat of your ass.

this, was certainly not what you expected from kento nanami. but you had absolutely no objection of the matter.

the hand that didn't have your hair secured tight around it trailed flat up the front of you, leaving no curve untouched in its wake. he grazed upward through the valley of your breasts to reach and rest at your collarbone, ever so controlled and meticulous. he could feel your heartbeat hammering. "beg. maybe i'll consider."

the gasp that escaped passed your lips was completely involuntary. the 7:3 sorcerer was capable of a lot more than you thought. and fuck — you couldn't deny the ache in your cunt as it clenched in compulsion around nothing. but oh how you wished it was that unrelenting cock at your back that was filling the space—

with a clearing of your strained throat, your eyes dart back to his in this intimate proximity he's placed you in, "is this how you're going to handle gojo's smart mouth, too? if so let me know— i'd love to be there to see it."

without hesitation kento's hips snapped up into your ass, retaliation for that fucking mouth, grinding that weapon of a cock into you. "satoru doesn't make me feel like this."

his free hand was at your neck now, his fingers grazing upward of the exposed skin until they reached your mouth. his fingertips brushed over your parted lips, his index and middle finger tapping lightly together at the entrance. you took a sharp inhale in through your nose and held it there.

"you know exactly what you want," nanami's voice was a steady growl in your ear, almost like he knew how to tame you, "let's see how much you want it."

nanami slips those same two digits passed your lips to settle on your tongue. instinctively you hollow your cheeks out around them, sucking on the slender length of his two fingers as if they were the hard unyielding cock at into your backside. it twitched beneath you at your actions in encouragement. your tongue made quick work of the digits, coating them in your spit.

your actions earn a satisfied tut from the former businessman. "thaaaaat's it, sweetheart."

nanami dips his fingers further down your throat and you gag around them, saliva filling your mouth. pleased with the result, he pulls a sloppy string of it straight out. he hastily releases your hair and wraps his hand around to the front of you to roughly undo the button of your pants. your eyes widened, and before you can say a word, his slick digits pushed aside your panties and slapped hard against your clit with a wet thwack!

"kento— fuck!"

you couldn't help but yelp, your knees going weak and body concaving back even further into nanami's sturdy frame. he cushioned the responsibility of your sudden weight, stepping back til his backside hits the desk, leaning back onto it so your body could recline back against his.

“shhhh," he coos, fingers working ever so tender circles on your throbbing clit. it had your legs shaking against your accustomed tight control. "i’m going easy on you. i should be getting the belt right now thanks to that mouth of yours."

the sheer thought of this man stripping his belt from his perfectly tailored suit just to bend you over his knee to take it as punishment had your pussy soaking through your panties. his all too expensive cologne was the only thing you could get your overstimulated brain to focus on, breathing him in and out as it worked deliriously on catching up to the scene splayed out before you. your bare legs spread and split open before him. watching the endless laps he drew over your clit with the sloppy slick he earned out of your cunt. you drifted your hazy gaze to his lust-blown eyes that watched himself work with such precision, such care. like that smart mouth of yours he had been reprimanding you for seconds prior was something he was truly quite fond of. kento leaned back and parted your thighs further with the tops of his knees, propping up your numb lower half like he was trying to get a closer look of his handiwork.

kento slowed his pace even further, even lighter, like he was a wind-up toy in need of another crank. you pushed a guttural groan out of your throat at the new tempo. it felt so good it turned to torture. so antagonizingly slow. moving so still you had the time to notice how your body rose and fell with his deep breaths beneath you. how his free hand held your hip so softly, as if you were so delicate you'd break under any sort of pressure. the way his sharp cheekbone found a resting place in the hollow of your cheek. the man was so caught up in pleasing your cunt to notice you noticing the details of his actions. your lips parted as if to speak, but the only sound to be heard in grain of the silence was the squelch! of your sopping cunt at the mercy of his fingers. kento hummed in contentment.

"for a woman with such an arsenal of satirical cracks i'm quite surprised you've stayed quiet for this long," nanami's lips were at your temple as he spoke, and if you weren't so drunk on his fingers and oh so very touch-starved you might have almost mistaken the motion of his lips brushing against your skin for kisses. "i didn't know you had it in you. i almost enjoy the quiet."

your laugh startled the both of you. he was successfully riling you up. "oh, say it like you mean it, kento," your hips were softly bucking up toward his touch, wordlessly begging him for more, "you love my smart mouth almost as much as you'd love fucking it."

though he tried to conceal it, you caught the waver in his slick-coated digits as he tried to seamlessly resume his pattern. a shit-eating grin found its way to your lips. you had the man wrapped around your finger. but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let it show, at least not on his face. his throbbing cock still flush against the meat of your ass said it all.

despite the back talk, and like the perfect gentleman he was, his fingers continued taking great care of that sensitive bundle of nerves for you. his gaze hadn’t faltered from your growingly antsy core. he had a simple question fall from his lips, “is that what you want?”

the idea of him with a hand locked at the back of your head as he leisurely fucked your mouth slow and deliberate had you clenching desperately around nothing again. your head was quick to shoot up off his shoulder at the rising temperature boiling within your core. nanami took it upon himself to quicken his pace, if only a degree faster, his strapping bicep tensing around you as he started putting in overtime.

you were breathing hard through your nose as you bit down on your lip, doing your best to hold in the moans that were threatening to spill out into the office building. you knew you’d cum just like this if he kept going, but you wanted— no, needed, more of him.

your cunt was aching. and though you could feel his unrelenting cock pinned against you he had not yet made one move to reward himself with any pleasure whatsoever.

a moan hitched in your throat, coming out as a desperate gasp for oxygen. your hand shot up to latch onto his forearm. it was a warning. “do us both a favor and just stick that cock of yours inside me already.”

his face made no change as you peered up at him, stoic as ever. it pissed you off. seeing yourself come so undone while he remained as normal as ever. like he didn’t have your weeping cunt propped up before him completely defenseless against any form of attack he wanted to pursue. he knew exactly how to push your buttons, just as you did his. you hated being on this side of the torment. everyone may not have been entirely wrong when they claimed your mouth would be the death of you. because you sure felt like you could die right here, right now, in the palm of kento nanami's hand.

he paused the movement of his fingers entirely. "you're not in a position to make demands."

without warning he slipped his inner fingers into your sopping cunt, as far as he could given his limited reach, but it was plenty enough to rip a moan from the depths of your gut. he rutted them inside until the hilt of his knuckles stopped him, pulsing them there in short spurts til you stopped holding your breath with the scream that spilled out of you. you hadn't even noticed you had been holding it. yet there you were, every move he made you were waiting there with baited breath. this man would be the death of you.

you were desperate and lacking your usual self control. it was unlike you to let your yearning cunt speak for you. especially to the 7:3 sorcerer. "please! god— fuck! please, please, nanami. please."

you were not above begging now. nanami couldn't deny how much he wanted to give in to your pleas. to fuck your pretty little cunt beyond oblivion just as you had so bluntly demanded over his desk until the wood snapped.

but that would ruin his entire lesson plan for you.

kento nanami returned his full attention to your pussy with full force, slapping four long fingers to your clit and lapping it in fat circles. you're not attempting to hold any sounds back now. even if you could you didn't want to, your noises were the highest of praises pouring from your parted lips for the beautiful blond man underneath you to keep going. you were so close it hurt. bursting at the seams at the doing of just one of his hands. what a panting, sweaty mess he made of your usually put together and composed self. but the most terrifying truth of it all was that you had no problem being at his mercy.

you gasped as you realized it, even in your state of seventh heaven. you weren't breaking this man. he was breaking you.

in a flash nanami had you on the desk. he was at the door by the time your head snapped up, stunned as you laid there propped up atop the cold wood.

nanami’s face was expressionless, but it told you everything you needed to know. you cursed at yourself under your panting breath. this was a move out of your own arsenal. and you couldn't blame him. it was about time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine. but out of all people… you didn’t realize kento nanami was the one who had it in him.

son of a fucking bitch.

he left you with a simple caveat — looking the definition of cool, calm, and collected as he readjusted his suit jacket and lugged his finished stack of paperwork out the door, "bad girls don't get to cum. let's try again next time."

[tepkunset]

Marvel Studios is an American film and television production company. Marvel Comics is an American comic book publisher.

As of the current date, the official BDS Movement has called for a Boycott of Marvel Studios upcoming Captain America film that features a zionist Israeli character who supports apartheid. There has been zero mention of Marvel Comics - or anything else Marvel - in either of their two statements I can currently find mentioning "Marvel" on their website, unless something is missing from that tag.

April 27, 2023: "Palestinians call for widespread boycotts of Marvel’s 2024 film, Captain America: New World Order, unless it drops Sabra/Ruth Bat-Seraph, its “superhero” that personifies the apartheid state of Israel. ... We encourage creative, peaceful protests to challenge Marvel Studios’ – and its owner Disney’s – complicity in anti-Palestinian racism, Israeli propaganda, and the glorification of settler-colonial violence against Indigenous people. ... We urge conscientious audiences worldwide to join us in boycotting Captain America: New World Order, and standing up for freedom, justice and equality."

November 23, 2023: "Marvel’s next Captain America film features Sabra/Ruth Bat-Seraph, a “superhero” personifying apartheid Israel. The character’s backstory includes working for the genocidal Israeli government and its occupation forces. By reviving this racist character in any form, Marvel is promoting Israel’s oppression of Palestinians. It is complicit in anti-Palestinian racism, Israeli propaganda, and glorifying settler-colonial violence. Tell Marvel you won’t buy its toys, clothes or accessories."

It is my understanding that the only way a boycott will work is if it's organized and targeted - thus the reason for BDS in the first place. The demand was that Marvel Studios remove the Israeli character from the film. Since the demand has not been met, then the boycott remains in place. But boycotting some random comic book writer's work and some comic book shop that makes pennies, with nothing to do with the MCU, is not what is being organized at this time.

The character in question hasn't even been featured in comics in 10 years - though of course she never should have been created in the first place. But Marvel Studios is choosing to pull her out of nowhere, when they have thousands and thousands of characters they could adapt instead. Please boycott Captain America: Brave New World (formerly titled New World Order) set to come out February, 2025, even if you're a Sam Wilson fan.

[ethereal-interlude]

quick law of assumption notes ⊹

loa is a universal law that states we are god personified, therefore whatever we believe/give ourselves materialises.

we create the same way god from scripture creates: with a simple decision of allowing something to exist (e.g. "let there be light").

everything already exists, it is just non-physical. if it didn't exist, you wouldn't be able to imagine it.

the 3D is a materialised version of beliefs/identities, but also only exists within imagination.

we are not trying to get anything in the physical as you can only ever experience things in imagination anyway.

you don't desire the thing, you desire the fulfilment/experience that comes with having it.

the moment you assume it/believe it/accept it/identify as it, it is done.

the only thing that's real is whatever you accept into your consciousness, which must eventually be materialised.

[kamiversee]

── SEX FOR BUSINESS ──

CHAPTER TWO: For Temptation

{ Synopsis } — A tale in which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. You’re a whore by choice and it works… until it doesn’t?

{ Chapter Content } — language, teasing, mild tension, taunting, etc.

{ Pairings } — jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader.

{ Word Count } — 5k

[ m!list ]

——VIXEN; THE ONLY WORD RACING through Nanami Kento’s mind as he stands alone in the elevator with you. You’re a woman of temptation, sex appeal personified so effortlessly that it’s intoxicating to be in any confined space with you. And the worst part about it? You seem to have not the slightest clue of how it affects those around you.

Bright amber-set lights illuminate the elevator space, the vibrance falling and reflecting so so beautifully against any teasing slip of skin you had showing. For example, the shirt you were wearing. Nanami’s eyes only needed half a second to flick down your attire before he snapped them shut and sucked in a crisp intake of air through his nose. 

He’s surrounded by temptation daily. Many women work at his company and so clearly dress in hopes of gaining his attention—leaving taunting numbers of buttons undone on their tops, wearing the tightest of skirts, etcetera. One could say that by now Nanami’s grown rather numb to the teasing and taunting of a woman in the workplace.

But you? Of course there’s something about you—and being on this short elevator ride with you is proof. Nanami just refuses to turn his head to you again. He got more than enough of a good look at you when he came knocking on your office door mere moments ago, any more than what his eyes drank in previously would just be greedy.

Though, simply keeping his eyes off of you isn’t enough. It’s like the elevator was moving especially slowly today. Normally there’s a person or two occupying it but today, luck seems to be against the man as he stands a few inches away from you alone. Soon slithering into his nose is this fragrance that makes him puff out the most gentle sigh he physically can. 

Carefully shutting his eyes, Nanami tries to refocus himself on the reason why you two are headed up to his office now. But god if every second near you wasn’t telling him all he needed to know about you. He wanted to speak with you about a job you had in the past, something that caught his eye while he was speaking with his HR team. 

You didn’t know this though. Hell, you were rather oblivious to a great deal of things by this point. Like, for example, the annoying hard-on you left your poor assistant with in your office.

Now, Kusakabe is a pretty dignified man from what you gathered within the tour he gave you. He’s well-spoken and likes to get straight to the point of things. You and he held quite the chemistry with one another throughout the morning. From the moment you met and exchanged a very firm handshake to the moment you both disappeared into that office of yours for only a few minutes.

To reiterate from earlier, it was said that you’re oblivious to a great deal of things. But, that’s not entirely true. 

In fact, you know exactly what you’re doing. And you actually have quite the idea of the state in which you left your assistant. Within those few minutes you and he were alone in your office, you’d pulled some of the most basic stunts—bending over in front of him, crouching in front of him, lingering your touches, and overall getting a nice feel of how well he’s able to maintain his composure.

Y’know, acting like a complete ditz on purpose. It works how you want it to almost every time without fail!

And Kusakabe was a shamelessly honest man. You liked that about him. Even when he didn’t literally say anything, his body, especially his eyes, had a way of voicing everything you needed to know and more. 

Not even halfway through your first day here and you already had him wrapped around your finger. Perfect.

Currently though, your object of lustful desires has shifted onto the big bossman; Nanami. Standing a respectable distance from you in the elevator with his hands tucked so neatly into the pockets of his slacks, shirt desperately begging to pop right off of him at any given moment, straining against the muscles of his arms, and unknowingly mesmerizing you into a drooling stare—he was quite the tease himself.

However, the difference between you and him was as clear as day. Nanami was truthfully oblivious.

His face was as stoic and straight-kept as they come. You could probably tell someone the number of times that man blinked during the elevator ride given how stiff he was. His breathing was slow and steady, as if every inhale was treading on something dangerous and each exhale was something of relief.

With a long-awaited ding!, the elevator finally stops at the designated floor and the doors rumble open. Nanami gestures a hand out for you to go first and you step forward with a slight nod of your head. He quickly regrets his decision as his eyes peel open and meet your back profile. The natural sway of your hips as you walked in front of him, the look in your eye when you oh-so-casually glance back at him, and the—

Something drops out of your hand and you let out a small gasp. “Oops,” You murmur all innocently before your torso begins to lower. 

Yeah, Nanami’s no idiot. You knew what you were doing. He doesn’t even know what you dropped, nor does he care to find out, because he’s too busy clearing his throat and stepping past you entirely with his head held all high.

Okay, so he clearly had more composure than that assistant of yours. The realization makes you smile a bit as you begin to stand straight up—this makes Nanami a challenge. You like that.

As you pick whatever item it is you dropped up off the floor and raise your eyes along with it, you take in the view of the entire floor Nanami has all to himself. His office is separated from the elevator space, to give him some sense of privacy you assume. As you walk into said office, you notice the large open windows decorating the exterior, exposing the most gorgeous view of the city outside, and… you could almost say you were jealous he had all this to himself. 

Shaking your head out of your slight stupor, you quickly pick up your feet to carry on with the following behind Nanami. He walks you over to his desk and it’s there that you’re met with someone sitting in a chair right in front of it. 

Nanami gestures his hand toward the guy, just barely, as he passes him and his voice is neutral with you, “My assistant; Ino—”

You let out a surprised cough as the man turns around to look at you and then both of your eyes go wide at the same time. “Takuma?” You breathe out, earning a friendly smile from the brown-haired male who quickly stands to his feet and approaches you.

“What’re you doing here?” Ino scoffs out lightheartedly, clearly surprised. “This isn’t the new job you were raving about this morning, is it?”

The two of you meet in a friendly embrace before you pull back a bit and flash a smile, “I could ask you the same thing, I didn’t know you worked here!” You exclaim.

Ino reciprocates your smile with one of his own, allowing his eyes to dance down along your attire before his brows lift, “And you look amazing, wow,” He gasps a little, clearing his throat and turning back to Nanami for a second, “She’s our new marketing director?”

Nanami replies with a stark nod of his head as he takes a seat at his desk.

“Huh.” Ino hums, turning back to you and now extending a hand out for you to shake. You watch the way his demeanor shifts into something formal as your hand meets his own and the two of you share a very firm shake, “Well, in case no one else has said it yet, welcome!” 

Your smile brightens as you continue to hold his hand, “Thank you, I-,” You cut yourself off a bit, trying to mentally wrap your head around the fact that this is the same man you saw grabbing his mail in a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt earlier that morning.  “I really wasn’t expecting to see you here, this is a nice surprise.”

The two of you quickly engage in a bit of small talk—consisting of Ino asking you things like how you like the company so far and if you’re learning your way around the building smoothly or not. Throughout the entire conversation, you swear your mind is everywhere but the questions leaving his lips. 

You’ve been Ino’s next-door neighbor for almost a year now and you still can’t believe this is where he’s been working all this time. Not only that, he looks entirely different dressed all formally. Hell, even the way he’s talking to you right now is anything but the casual way in which he converses with you any time you pass by one another in your apartment complex. 

With his white button-up top revealing his smooth toned collarbone, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms—which, now that you’re getting a good look at his currently crossed arms, he looks far more toned than you remember. You find yourself tilting your head as your eyes travel all along his arms, a beam of light catching in the reflection of his watch being the only thing to break you away from your ogling.

Something you’ve been doing all morning, by the way. Every person you’ve spoken to so far just looks so damn good all cleaned up and ready for work. Especially that assistant of yours. Shit, he might even be a distraction for you with the way he had his black tie so lazily loosened around his white-collared shirt and a lollipop rolling around his tongue in between the lengthy monologues he gave you.

Then there was the beautiful violet-haired woman you met just a floor below your own-, you think her name was Utahime—HR’s department director, and undoubtedly the sweetest woman you’ve ever spoken to. You specifically remember how the pencil skirt she wore hugged her hips and how stunning she looked gazing up at you from her desk as she spoke to you. It had to be a crime to walk around with such pretty brown eyes.

You’ll definitely be going out of your way to visit HR again on your own time just to talk to her.

There’s also Gojo, even though you and he don’t seem to get along too well so far, he is stupidly handsome. Actually, that might even be an understatement. He looks like an angel. Sure, his eyes carried some sort of malice toward you when you first saw them but who cares—they’re the prettiest shade of blue you’ve ever seen in your life. And that was from across the room. His snowy white hair, tall looming frame, and crisp navy blue suit were enough to leave you both annoyed and attracted at the same time.

Last but certainly not least, you don’t even know where to begin where Nanami’s concerned. Looking past Ino for a moment, you steal yet another glance at the man and find your eyes immediately running elsewhere as you notice he’s already looking at you. His hair was well kept parted to the side, safe for the two strands he let decorate his forehead. Then there’s that flawlessly clear skin of his that makes up his perfectly sculpted face. 

Nanami had very sharp features, so sharp that you swear that man isn’t even real. Clad in a blue button-up with this questioningly fashionable black and yellow tie—you wonder how the hell he’s able to pull off such an ensemble of clothing. And then let’s not even talk about the khaki-colored slacks he’s got on. That piece of fabric hugged him in all the right places and more.

You even got an unprompted glance at his ass earlier and the only word you had for that was damn. Then there were his thighs and the way his pants just hugged his every muscle-

“Hey,” Ino says suddenly, to which you blink out of your thoughts and realize you’d been staring hard at his arms this entire time. “You okay? You zoned out on me for a second there.”

You shake your head a little and then nod, “Yeah, sorry I just-,” You make a gesture in the air with your hand, “I’m still shocked you work here.”

With a heartwarming grin, Ino gives you a kind nod of his head, “That’s okay, I get it.” Then he leans a little closer to you and whispers, “I’m still surprised I work here too sometimes, trust me.”

You laugh at his way of reassuring you and then he steps to your side and places a gentle hand on your shoulder, “But, as I said before, welcome to the company. If you need anything, you can usually find me up here or somewhere trailing behind Nanami.”

You respond with an understanding nod of your head and he lifts his hand, waves you bye, and walks off to exit Nanami’s office. 

After watching him leave, you place yourself back into reality. You’re standing in the CEO’s office on your first day. Now that everyone else is gone, you think it’s safe to admit that deep down inside you’re nervous as hell. Wondering to yourself why he brought you up here, you’re slow to turn your attention back to Nanami—who’s been quietly waiting for you and Ino to finish your small talk.

You can’t even read his facial expression. He looks neither happy nor upset. His face is just… neutral.

Clearing your throat, you straighten up your posture and step forward to take the seat beside the chair Ino was previously sitting in. “Sorry about that, sir. I shouldn’t have let that conversation go on for as long as it did. You wanted to speak with me about something?”

Nanami averts his eyes down to a document placed on his desk in front of him, “You’re fine, and yes,” God, his voice was just as distracting as everything else about him. Deep, soothing, and very faintly domineering if you listened hard enough. What’s up with the people in this place being so attractive? “I’m sure you’re familiar with the company policy by now?”

You nod, “I read over it, yes.”

“Good,” Nanami lets out a relieved little sigh and sets his eyes on yours again, “Then I won’t be taking up too much of your time. I called you in here just to clarify something that’s explicitly stated in that verbose policy of ours.”

“Okay…” You lean forward a bit and now you’re even more nervous than you were before. You might not be on the verge of losing your job but something’s telling you that he’s about to bring up—

“The last person in your position was removed from this company because of a policy violation that’s quite similar to an incident that came up during a background check on you,” Nanami continues, clasping his hands together over his desk. “We won’t have a deep discussion about it as it’s clear this took place years ago but, I hope you understand that all sexual acts are strictly prohibited on company grounds.”

Awkwardly, you manage a smile. “Of course, I’m very well aware of that, sir.”

Pausing ever so slightly, Nanami takes a second before clearing his throat and moving forward with the conversation, “Wonderful. Now, with that being said, we do not have an anti-fraternization policy here so please do not be alarmed by any couples you may run into.”

“Oh? You allow coworkers to date one another?” You inquire with an intrigued tilt of your head. 

Nanami nods slightly, “There’s even a couple on the fourth floor who got married a few months ago, yes.”

Continuing, you lift a brow, “And this doesn’t disrupt work at all?”

“No, everyone here is well aware of the consequences that should follow them if they allow their personal, romantic issues to mix or interfere with their work,” He replies simply.

“I see. And, just so that I understand this whole thing fully, these consequences consist of losing their job here, yes?”

“Yes, both parties would be removed.”

Where was that rule back when you and Yaga were a thing… Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the thought of that wonderful job you lost all those years ago, you force a grin onto your face, “Ohh, okay. Understood.” Then you shift in your seat, readying yourself to stand and leave, “Was that all, sir?”

And you might have imagined it but you swear the very corner of his lips twitch before he says, “You don’t have to call me that but, yes.”

Pausing your movements, you settle back into your seat, “Pardon? You don’t want me to call you ‘sir’? Would you prefer Mr. Nanami–”

He cuts you off with a sigh, “No, no… Just Nanami is fine.”

“O-Oh, uhm.. Okay.” You hum bashfully. Have you done something wrong already? Shaking out of it, “That’s all you brought me up here for?” You ask.

Nanami’s eyes slip over to his computer screen and his answer is thrown out nonchalantly, “Yes.”

“Excuse all my questions but,” Your voice carrying on with everything aside from ‘okay, bye’ causes the man to drag his gaze back onto you—brown eyes boring into your own. Ignoring the look he was giving you entirely, “You came all the way down to the seventh floor to personally escort me up here just to tell me that?”

Another sigh exits his lips but he manages to hinder his irritation as best as he can, “Yes. I personally had to deal with the woman I mentioned before, the one who had your position previously, so I thought it best that I have a one-on-one conversation with you so that you understand the gravity behind our policy.”

For a moment, you pause. You were still confused why he himself had to come speak to you when he’s got a perfectly reliable assistant who seems like he’d throw himself off the edge of a building if Nanami requested it so. 

Hence the slight reluctance your tone carries as you continue, “I don’t mean to give you a hard time about this but–”

“You’re about to anyway,” Nanami cuts off dryly, still staring into what felt like your soul.

“I am,” You say sarcastically, meeting that stare of his with a bold one of your own, “You could have sent your assistant down to tell me everything you just told me.”

Something in his face shifts. He seems interested in how long you’re going to drag this conversation out now, “True but I don’t think an assistant’s word sticks as strongly as a CEO’s, now does it?”

Shrugging, “I see no difference when he’s your assistant—the ‘CEO’s’ assistant.” You mock.

Nanami goes quiet for a second, simply holding that intense eye contact with you. After which, his expression relaxes and this sense of satisfaction faintly washes over him, “...You’re right.” He admits, “I could have very well sent Ino down and the effect would have been the exact same. But,” He suddenly stands to his feet, “I wanted to see what kind of woman you were for myself.”

“Why?” You ask without thinking. At some point, you should really consider who exactly you’re speaking to right now. 

The blonde doesn’t even try to hide his confusion as your question hits his ears. His brows twinge a bit and his eyes narrow even further at you, as if to silently ask you why the hell you’re so curious. “I like to lay eyes on my employees.” He utters flatly.

Your brows shoot up, “Oh so you do this with everyone you hire–”

“—Sometimes,” He adds to his previous statement, huffing afterward whilst he glares down at you, “Are you done?”

You blink, “Excuse me?”

“With your questions,” Nanami clarifies. He’s a bit caught off guard by your lack of timidness around him. The way you keep asking him questions and even the way you respond to his own is concerning for someone on their first day. “Is there anything else you need to know?”

Standing to your feet now, you give an innocent little shrug, “Not at this moment, no.”

“Great. Ino will see you out,” With a nod of his head toward his office exit, Nanami’s clearly ready for you to exit his presence as quickly as possible. “Enjoy the rest of your first day.”

“You have a pleasant day too,” You say all sweetly as you step past your chair and smile, “Sir.”

Moments later and you’re out of his sight.

Nanami is seemingly stuck standing and staring into the space you’d recently occupied. As stated before, only one word runs throughout his mind; vixen. It’s obvious you like testing his patience, even though you just got here. A trait in which he can’t even begin to wrap his head around.

The confidence it takes to sit here and question his every action as if he doesn’t run this place is truly astounding. And to add to it, you knew you were irritating him. He could see it all over your face; the way you so smugly asked him why he wanted to see the kinda woman you were, the way you carried your voice out to him—he couldn’t help but note the way you only stuttered once.

Most women don’t last that long without tripping over themself around him. 

And above all else, it has to be noted how keeping his eyes off of you is damn near impossible when you’re sitting right in front of him. Rolling his eyes, Nanami sits back down in his chair annoyed by how painfully gorgeous you are. And it wasn’t just your looks alone, it was your demeanor too—you knew very well just how stunning you were and that was the most dangerous part about you.

In a way he couldn’t quite wrap his head around, it almost irritated him. Not you but more-so your person as a whole. Every little detail of yours is sticking to the forefront of his mind as he tries to shift his focus back onto his work and it bothers him. He might have to find a reason to fire you from now. This isn’t going to be good for his health in the long run—you aren’t going to be good for his health.

Shaking his head, no, he can’t fire you. Your credentials are far too perfect for him to let you go so soon. 

Nanami ends up scoffing at himself. He’s gonna drive himself crazy at this rate. You’re five floors below him so it’s not like he’ll see or talk to you too often. He’d be much worse off if you were in Ino’s position. God, he can’t even begin to imagine how much of a headache (amongst other things) you’d give him if he had you by his side all day.

“Sir?” The sound of his assistant’s voice suddenly enters the office and Nanami looks up from the document he’d been idle at. “Are you alright?” Ino asks.

Nanami flashes a confused look, “Yes, why?”

Ino moves a hand to his forehead and makes a little gesture as he approaches his boss, “You’re sweating.” He then hands him some napkins that he just-so-happens to have in his pocket.

Still confused, Nanami takes the napkins and begins to dab at his forehead. “That’s odd. Is it hot in here?”

“Not at all, sir,” Ino says with a shrug, nodding his head over to one of the slightly opened windows, “We’ve got some fresh air comin’ in here and everything.”

At that, Nanami nods his head before finishing up with the napkins, disposing of them, and then returning to his work.

Without a doubt, that perspiration built up against his skin was 100% your doing. How? Nanami has no idea but he knows it was you. 

Even going as far as muttering to himself as he settles back into his chair, “Vixen.”

“Huh?” Ino, having completely missed what just left his boss’s lips, questions.

“Nothing.”

·  ·  ──────── ·𖥸· ────────  ·  ·

Meanwhile…

You had entered the elevator alone, finally letting out a breath of air you weren’t aware you’d been holding in. 

As you reach out and press the button for the seventh floor and the elevator begins its slow descent, you allow yourself a moment to collect your thoughts.

It’s day one but you’ve accomplished more than you expected to. You’ve got a worked-up assistant awaiting your taunting return in your office, a hot rival(?) coworker who seems to hate you to pieces despite literally never talking to him, a familiarly attractive face in the building, and a boss whose skin you don’t mind getting under (in all/every sense).

The elevator places a couple of floors before stopping at the tenth, the doors creaking open and pulling you away from your thoughts. So much for getting a moment to yourself.

Revealed to you once the doors part nice ‘n wide is a tall dark-haired man with a thin mustache that your eyes immediately gravitate toward. He’s wearing an all-black suit and doesn’t hesitate to eye you up and down as he steps into the elevator. 

At first, he doesn’t say anything and neither do you. Hell, he doesn’t even press any of the buttons to show what floor he’s going to—which tells you that he’ll be visiting the same as you, great. Slowly, his cologne starts wafting into your nose and in the instant that it does, you end up sneaking another glance at him.

He’s standing at your side so it was kinda hard to pretend you weren’t stealing any glances at him. Though, it’s not like you’re ashamed of your not-so-sneaky way of checking him out because it quickly works in your favor.

The mystery man turns to you slightly and cocks his head to the side, eyeing you down. “You new?” His husk voice practically smacks against your ears with the way it leaves you startled.

“Pardon?” You chirp out as your eyes gravitate upward to meet his own.

Clearing his throat, “Sorry, I jus’ haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?”

You blink once-, twice as you process his question. Something about his voice was almost making you dizzy… in a good way. “I am,” You eventually get out. Then your brows meet together and you wonder how the hell he figured that when tons of people work in this building and surely there’s some he hadn’t seen before. “Today’s my first day, how’d you know?”

The man tuts with a casual shrug of his shoulders before turning to face forward again, “You look new.”

You bite back a scoff, “What do you mean by that?”

“I’d remember you if I’d seen you around before now,” He clarifies carefully.

Your eyes remain on him as he looks straight ahead, “What if I worked on a floor you’ve never been to?”

The corner of his lips lifts into a smirk, “There is no floor I haven’t been to yet, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” You hum, a light wave of embarrassment wafting over you. You feel like you should know who he is for some reason.

“Yeah, oh.” The man mocks, his smirk only widening, “Plus you’ve got that first-day glimmer in your eyes.”

Your eyes widen, “Do I really?”

“Mhm,” He hums, glancing at you once more and looking you up and down, “Lemme guess, new marketing director?”

Okay, at this point you’re starting to wonder if you have your new role written on your forehead or something because it seems like everyone seems to know exactly who you are. “How’d you know??” You gasp.

His smirk flickers into something a bit more smug and his eyes are gentle as they lay on yours again, “...I took a wild guess.”

“You’re lying,” You point out lightly.

“I am,” He snorts, “Our last one was a doll, jus’ like you.”

Rolling your eyes at his cheap attempt at flirting, you respond with sarcasm this time around, “And that’s how you figured it out?”

“Yup,” The man says with a sassy pop of the p at the end.

A bit more playful this time, you scoff, “You’re lying again.”

His expression falters a little, “I am. Damn, you don’t miss a beat, do you?”

“I do sometimes,” Is it just you or is this elevator moving even slower than it was earlier, “You’re just not good at lying.”

The male beside you lets out a chuckle and throws his hands up in defeat, “Alright, alright. I know because you just came from the twelfth floor.” He explains with a nod of his chin toward the elevator buttons.

Not that his explanations fair your confusion any better, “How do you know I didn’t come from the eleventh?”

“See now that’s how I know you’re new,” He states, meeting eyes with you once again, “You have no papers in your hands and there’s nothing on the eleventh floor aside from printers ‘n junk.”

Shyly, you let out a simple utterance of, “Oh.”

“Yeahh,” The man says slyly, his voice carrying all throughout the space you both occupied.

The elevator finally reached the seventh floor and with another loud ding!, it began to open. The man waits for you to step out first before following after you. 

“I never caught your name,” You end up saying as you turn back, catching the way his eyes casually lift from somewhere below.

He clicks his tongue and quirks this almost flirtatious lil’ smirk, “Shiu Kong,” He introduces before holding his hand out for you to shake, “But you can jus’ call me Shiu.”

You take his hand and shake it formally, feeling his thumb go running across your knuckles within the brief contact, “It’s nice to meet you, Shiu.”

“Please,” He smiles a handsome smile at you, “The pleasure is all mine, doll.”

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“Nosferatu” (2024) and the Female Gothic Genre, Paganism and the Occult

The Gothic novel genre is deeply connected with female authors like Ann Radcliffe, Mary Shelley, Brontë sisters, Mary Robinson, and Charlotte Dacre, because it allowed them to explore themes that were “off limits” to women at the time (19th century) especially sexuality and women’s place in a patriarchal society. Hence the “Gothic female” genre was created, as a way for female authors and readers to digest their mixed feelings about these topics. This is the world Robert Eggers transports his audience in “Nosferatu” (2024).

This film checks every box of the Gothic genre: claustrophobic atmosphere, environment of fear, the threat of the supernatural, ruined buildings (usually from the Medieval ages), dreamlike states, nocturnal landscapes, demonic possession, blend of “high culture” and “low culture” (folklore), superstitious rituals, melancolia, melodrama, decay, fate, the macabre, the intrusion of the past into the present, stories of persecution, imprisonment and murder as metaphors for social conflict.

Indeed, the audience can’t analyze this story through contemporary lenses or bias, because it’s suppose to be an immersive experience into the Gothic genre and the Victorian era. The terms “gothic” and “romantic” exist in their historical context; “gothic” as in the literature genre (gothic novel), and “romantic” as in the 19th century artist movement (Romanticism).

No, this is not a story about grooming nor abuse... it can be, but not in the way many are interpreting it. Folks also need to let go of previous adaptations and their meanings, because this is Robert Eggers take on this story. And, it’s everything a remake (or retelling) should be, because its not a rehash, it’s a new interpretation of a old story, “Dracula”.

Robert Eggers tells us that the themes of sex and death are at the core of his story, it’s a “demon lover story”, and it’s Count Orlok and Ellen psychosexual connection that makes his adaptation different from the rest.

Ellen is our female gothic protagonist, and, like similar characters of the genre, she’s a persecuted heroine fleeing some a villainous outside force, personified by Count Orlok, the archetypal Death. Metaphorically, she’s a young woman haunted by her own mortality, by Death itself. She also has a sense of Doom looming over her, the heavy hand of Fate; can we outrun our destiny? “Providence!” Herr Knock screams throughout the film; as in a supernatural force, commonly God, guiding humanity destiny.

Ellen is no typical young woman, though. As she tells Von Franz, she had occult powers since childhood, being able to perceive glimpses of the future and suffering premonitions (knowing the contents of her Christmas gifts and when her mother would die). Her father called her “his little changeling girl”, as in the European folklore of human children kidnapped by supernatural creatures (fairies, demons, etc.) and a substitute being left in their place. Herr Knock also compares Ellen with a “sylph”, when he informs Thomas he’s to travel to Transylvania. “Sylphs” are air spirits from 16th century Germanic folklore and alchemy, a sort of nymph connected to air element in hermetic literature; throughout the centuries they have been culturally associated with fairies, too. We have two characters in the story connecting Ellen with a fairy-like creature. Interestingly enough we, the audience, see her floating in the opening scene.

“You are not for the living. You are not for human kind”, Orlok tells her, and calls her “enchantress”. Von Franz also said Ellen could have been a priestess of Isis had she been born in pagan times. Isis is one of the major Egyptian deities, considered the goddess of magic and healing. She was also connected with the Dead and funeral rites, since she was the sister-wife of Osiris, ruler of the Underworld. Pagan priestesses also entered trancelike states as Ellen “hysterical seizures” or “epilepsies” when communicating with the spiritual world, which is what Von Franz, the occult and alchemist student, recognizes in her. Ellen is a supernatural force, too.

Eggers Orlok was a sorcerer in life, a practitioner of Black Magic. He was one of the Solomonari, wizards from Romanian folklore, believed to be students of the Devil, who learned to ride dragons, and control beasts and the weather. In Eastern European tradition, the Solomonari were believed to be recruited among common folk and disguise themselves as beggars, Orlok is a Romanian nobleman who sought to achieve immortality, to conquer Death. As the abbess tells Thomas, the Devil preserved Orlok’s soul that his corpse may walk again in blasphemy, as a vampire feeding off the blood of the living and spreading plague.

However: who was it who awoke Orlok in “Nosferatu”? The Devil or Ellen?

At the prologue, we see Ellen crying and begging for companionship. She prays for a guardian angel, a spirit of comfort, a spirit of any celestial sphere, anything, to hear her call and come to her. She’s summoning some occult force and inviting it into her life. Orlok answers her call. And why is she doing this? She feels lonely, isolated and misunderstood by those around her. As she tells Von Franz, she’s no longer her father’s “little girl” and he recoils from her touch, because she’s no longer a child. As she grows older and enters womanhood, she starts to feel ostracized and put aside by 19th century society who has rigid gender expectations of her.

According to Orlok, it was Ellen who awoke him: “O’er centuries, a loathsome beast I lay within the darkest pit… ‘til you did wake me, enchantress, and stirred me from my grave. You are my affliction.” Which Ellen later confirms to Thomas: “I have brought this evil upon us” because she sought companionship and tenderness. This is a belief Von Franz also shares: it’s Ellen who “wills it”, and she’s the one who unleashed this plague upon the world.

This is very fitting with the Gothic female novel, where the supernatural connects with female societal status of this time period, generally women’s discontent with patriarchal society, difficult and unsatisfying maternal position (in “Nosferatu” we see this with Anne’s character, where she equals being pregnant with being drained of her life force) and their role within society (fear of entrapment in the domestic sphere, their bodies, marriage, childbirth, etc.).

Eggers’ Orlok is a combination of several Romanian folklore creatures, associated with vampirism: strigoi, moroi (these two are the “classic” vampires) and zburător (a ghost-like creature, usually handsome, and only visible to young women, attacks at night, usually newly-wed ladies and does “indecent” things with them). The influence of this legend in Ellen and Orlok story is evident.

Ellen tries to summon a spiritual companion in her teenage years, most likely when she reached puberty and her sexuality was starting to awake. A demon who’s a personification of appetite, devourance, sex and death is the one who answers her calling. They end up in a sexual spiritual connection, as Ellen experiences her sexual awakening with him, as shown in the prologue and later confirmed how Orlok took her as his lover. She also reveals to Thomas it was “sweet” and she “had never known such bliss” at first, until it turned into torture (seizures and nightmares), when her father found her laying unclothed and called her a sinner and it’s implied she might have been institutionalized, as she tells Von Franz. This episode might be a metaphor for masturbation and the historical shame associated with it. Hence her connection with Orlok being her “melancholy” (depression) and her “shame”, symbolic for the sexual urges 19th century society forced women to repress.

Count Orlok is the archetypal Death; which culminates with the “Death and the Maiden” motif at the end. This was a very popular Art History archetype around the so-called “Plague years” (14th to 16th century) in Europe, and it’s often connected with other motifs like “Danse Macabre” and “Memento Mori”. It has several meanings depending on the author intent, usually a reminder of our mortality, but also a meditation on sex and death, as in the French “la petite mort” (“little death”), the post-orgasm sensation, sexual release potentially causing temporary loss of consciousness (fainting) or dizziness. In the Medieval Ages, physicians believed orgasms could lead to death because they drained the “life force” from the body. This was when the term “petite mort” was created, and this belief persisted into the Renaissance and beyond. In “Nosferatu” this probably translates in the sexual pleasure that Orlok imprints on his victims as he drains their life force.

Ellen’s “hysterical seizures” miraculously stop once she meets and marries Thomas Hutter, our tragic romantic hero. This can also be a nod to Gothic Bildungsroman (“coming of age”) genre; where the female protagonists grow from adolescence to adulthood in the face of the impossibility of the supernatural, and come to the conclusion there’s a rational explanation. In Ellen’s case, it’s medical, as she’s diagnosed as a melancholic somnambulist hysteric (in another words, a depressive hyper-sexual sleepwalker).

At the beginning of the story, Ellen and Thomas are newly-weds fresh out of their honeymoon, which means sex (historically necessary to consummate marriages). With Thomas, Ellen is “free of her shame”, as she says so herself. Because, her sexuality is safely contained within marriage, as it’s socially acceptable. But Thomas dismisses her concerns about his well-being, and doesn’t believe her until he experiences the supernatural first-hand, having an homoerotic encounter with Orlok himself, which also causes him great shame. This is probably a Easter egg for Bram Stoker possible closet homosexuality and “Dracula” being a metaphor for that.

Thomas’ main concern, throughout the story, is to fit into the patriarchal ideal of his genre, as a provider for his wife, and he aspires to be like his long-time friend, Friedrich Harding, the “perfect patriarch” with the perfect religious and dutiful wife, Anna, and their precious children. The Hardings are the perfect Victorian family; they are everything society expects them to be. Friedrich even chastises Ellen for her nature, and it’s clear he resents her for what she represents: “otherness” and “deviance” to societal norms.

However, soon enough, Ellen’s seizures return, symbolizing Thomas cannot sexually satisfy her. She’s “too ardent” as Harding calls her. “More! More!” She begs Thomas when they have sex to scorn Orlok. Not only her sexuality is too strong, but Thomas also shares with Friedrich his desire to wait to have children with Ellen because he wants to gain financial stability first. This in a time period when contraceptives weren’t widely spread, meaning abstinence.

Symbolically, Ellen’s seizures can also be connected with her fear of childbirth. Her “epilepsies” return while she’s staying in the Harding household, where they are children and Anna is pregnant. Children is what is expected of Ellen next, after all. But it’s sexual pleasure that Ellen seeks, and this causes her great shame and torment, because 19th century women weren’t suppose to known “such things”. “Sin! Sin! Sin!” as Ellen’s father screamed at her when he found her naked.

Fear of entrapment represented as Ellen tries to rip off her corset and “free herself”: this happens during one of her Orlok induced seizures.

As Robert Eggers tells us, Orlok both disgusts and attracts Ellen, she loves and hates him at the same time. He’s repulsive, rotten, animalistic and lustful, both literally and metaphorically. His character design is meant to invoke contradictory feelings in the audience: overall he’s foul and monstrous, but he appears almost handsome in some shots. This is intentional. Not only he’s a personification of Death, but of Ellen’s repressed sexuality by 19th century society. He represents the monstrous and dangerous female sexuality the Victorian era sought to contain. He’s the transgression and taboo theme in this Gothic story, as well: necrophilia. Which is probably Eggers “gotcha” moment to “vampire lovers” everywhere, as he forces his audience to confront their own bias.

Ellen herself is a medicalized character, as we see her being institutionalized, drugged, bound to her bed, forced to wear a corset to bed, and used as a scientific experiment by physicians. She’s not in control of her own body, and has little agency over it, overall. We see her being contained, literally and metaphorically, too. This is probably meant to symbolize women as a whole in 19th century Western European societies. The “disability of being female” is one major theme in Gothic female novels, after all.

And if Ellen unleashed Orlok unto the world and he’s connected with her what does this mean for this story? The obvious interpretation of the ending it’s Ellen sacrificing herself to save Wisburg from Nosferatu’s curse, like every other adaptation. But this appears to be somewhat disconnected from the overall themes of this particular retelling. Here, it’s Ellen who unleashed the curse, and only her can put an end to it.

We see Ellen summoning Orlok in two occasions: at the beginning and at the end of this tale. At first, she did it unconsciously, she dabbled with the occult and wasn’t aware of what she was inviting into her life. However, does this indicate Ellen has some degree of control over him? Orlok himself says she’s “his affliction”, and they are bound to one another. She’s not only a seer, she’s compared with a priestess of a Goddess associated with funeral rites and with the ability of resurrection and looking after the Dead (Isis). We can almost interpret her as a necromancer.

Here, we can have a different interpretation of Orlok unleashing a plague upon the society who ostracizes Ellen for her nature. Symbolically, he’s her reckoning, her vengeance upon society norms and expectations of gender. He’s the “plague carrier” and brings a “blood plague” transmitted by rats (symbolic of the Black Plague; the medieval ages terrorizing the modern world of science and rationality) upon Wisburg, and the “good Christians” who contain and shame “Pagan” Ellen.

Orlok’s most notorious victims are the Hardings, the perfect patriarchal Christian family model Ellen can never fit into; the patriarch Friedrich, the pregnant Anna and the two children. This also fits the Gothic female genre of the supernatural menace as a metaphor for women’s status in 19th century society. Ellen doesn’t want to be married to a patriarch like Friedrich, she doesn’t express any desire to become pregnant nor have children of her own. Consequently, we see Orlok killing all of these archetypes in the narrative.

Interestingly enough he spares Thomas and saves him for last when he should be his first victim once he arrives at Wisburg, because he’s the husband. However, Thomas is a character Ellen loves and cherishes, as he somewhat accepts her nature and represents her chance at a “normal life”. He’s also determined to save her from Death/Orlok, but is unable to. Symbolically, Ellen chooses death over conforming to gender norms and expectations.

However, we can’t forget Ellen’s supernatural nature, nor her connection with Orlok. She weds Death at the end, she’s no longer terrified of him, and she fulfills their covenant, and her dream premonition of marrying Death: “standing before me, all in black… was… Death. But I was so happy, so very happy. We exchanged vows, we embraced, and when we turned round, everyone was dead. Father… and… everyone. The stench of their bodies was horrible. And - But I never been so happy as that moment… as I held hands with Death.”

A “covenant” is a pact, both a religious and a occultist practice. This is a “blood covenant”, as their flesh becomes one and he drinks from her. “Blood is the life” is a quotation from the Bible, where “blood covenants” are also mentioned, because a “blood covenant” has the power to either destroy or redeem. For instance, Christ’s sacrifice redeemed humanity according to Christians. “Redemption” as Von Franz says, because only Ellen, like Christ, can redeem the habitants of Wisburg. He uses the expression “with Jove’s holy light” before dawn redemption will come to them: “Jove” is Jupiter, the “King of the skies”, and its energy neutralizes Saturn’s, connected with “melancholy” (depression).

However, that’s not what’s happening here, because Orlok is a servant of the Devil, and a literally un-dead “warlock”. So, what is Ellen pledging herself to here, exactly? Her covenant with Orlok has nothing to do with God or Jupiter, for these are forces of good, when Orlok is a force of evil and darkness.

Ellen also fulfills her role as “priestess of Isis” at the end, as she guides the un-dead Orlok to his physical death; like Isis, she resurrected him, and is now taking him into the Underworld with her. Because, like Orlok also told her, she’s “not for the living”, that’s her fate, the destiny she accepts at the end; she’s meant for Death, as Isis for Osiris.

“Our covenant is fulfilled. Your oath re-pledged.” Orlok tells her. But what was Ellen’s oath? We have to look into the prologue scene “You shall be one with me ever-eternally. Do you swear it?” And in the ending “As our spirits are one, so shall be our flesh. You are mine.” They fulfill their pact both in the physical and the spiritual worlds, and both make the ultimate blood sacrifice, by physically dying for “self-renunciation” is essential for blood covenants.

And a deity is always summoned to bless such a pact… but who was blessing this one? Ellen and Orlok indeed, died in the physical world, but are joined in the spiritual world forever, as decreed by their covenant, so where did their spirits go?

They are also surrounded by lilacs, their signature flower throughout the narrative, which symbolizes first love, yes, but also renewal and rebirth. Orlok conquered Death and immortality once before, because the Devil kept his soul. Now that Ellen is joined with him in spirit, what does this mean for her, and for them both?

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tma cast in a nutshell (again)

Bruno madrigal

Depression personified

Bisexuality personified

Sasha

the cooler Sasha

a sailor ig

Is in federal state prison

'Detective'

Smart old woman that can't organize for shit

In violence withdrawal

Freaky McLong Hands

Freaky McLong Hands; feminism edition

goth

[elizaleclerc]

intertwined, sewn together 🌊

lando norris x reader

summary: fem reader & lando share a sweet day w friends on a yacht <3

song: not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker

author’s note: love this sm my heart ugh!! fluff & cute summer vibes. kinda grumpy x sunshine ; allusions to a bad childhood <\3

word count: 1.8k

You reclined on the plush deck of the yacht, basking in the warm rays of the sun as they caressed your stomach. The smell of sunscreen and tanning oil lingered in the air, leaving a sticky sheen on your skin. You relished these lazy days on the yacht, surrounded by your friends Lily and Carmen who chatted animatedly next to you.

Lost in the pages of your book, you barely registered their conversation as you lay with one elbow propped on the ground and the other hand holding the book, using it as a shield against the bright sun. However, your peaceful reading was interrupted by the rowdy boys behind you. Alex, George, Charles, and Lando were engaged in a game of cornhole, their shouts and cheers growing louder with each round. Their competitive banter blended with the sound of the cornhole sacks hitting the wooden board, making it difficult for you to concentrate on your book.

With a deep sigh of frustration, you carefully placed the book down and turned to your friend Lily, who was sitting next to you on the deck of the yacht. The sound of raucous laughter and shouting from the boys had grown increasingly louder, making it difficult for anyone else to carry on a conversation.

"Could they be any louder?" Carmen asked, her voice barely audible over the noise.

You nodded in agreement, “I know right, it’s like they are the only ones on the damn yacht.” You turned over, and, now laying on your stomach, you propped yourself up on your elbows and watched the boys play.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to Lando, his intense focus on the game evident in the way his brow furrowed and his arms swung the sandbag with ease. You couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he moved, his muscles flexing with each throw. His fingers ran through his messy summer curls, adding to his charming and carefree appearance. He was perfect in every way, and just knowing he was yours made your heart soar with happiness.

Lily and Carmen resumed their conversation, still reclining on their backs. You found yourself growing quiet, a natural state for you. Your introverted nature preferred observing to actively participating in conversations.

As a child, this led to struggles in making friends. Some labeled you as mean, but the truth was that you simply had little patience for most individuals. Your shyness was often viewed as a weakness and your silence as threatening, but slowly you emerged from your shell. Childhood experiences had left you with deep scars, ones that most people could never imagine. For a long time, you kept these memories buried deep within, trying to forget they were real. But then Lando came into your life, and he helped unravel all the pieces of you that had been hidden away. He didn't run away or judge you; instead, he loved every part of you as if you were made just for him. And because of him, you met others who saw and appreciated the real you as well.

That’s why you loved these people on the yacht. Not just Lando, who you’ve been dating for three years now, but even his friends and their girlfriends. They were lively at times, but they could be calm and relaxing too, having real and deep conversations. When you started dating Lando, they welcomed you with open arms, and the group quickly felt like a newfound family, one that you desperately needed. 

Lando was sunshine personified. His deep, rich laugh was infectious, bringing out the same pure happiness in everyone around him, including you. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes would crinkle at the corners when he laughed so hard that tears formed in his eyes. And with his perfectly tanned skin and light brown hair, he looked as if he had been sent down from the Sun itself just for you to love and for him to love you back even more fiercely. His genuine empathy and understanding towards your struggles made it feel like he could see right into your soul, and his persistent effort to get to know you only further solidified your growing feelings for him.

The two of you truly seemed like opposites, but everyone around you saw how much love was between you and Lando. As you watched him play cornhole, a small smile spread on your lips. It was inevitable, Lando seemed to just have that effect on you. 

“Lando, looks like you’ve got an admirer,” Charles shouted to him as he must have caught you staring. Your face flushed, even more so with the sun beating down. Lando caught your eye, shooting you a wink. 

“Good, I’m on fire! Best game I’ve played yet.” Lando proudly proclaimed, which made you grin even more. 

Carmen turned on her stomach now to watch along with you. “George, baby, how are you doing?” She asked him. 

Lando was the one to respond though, “Oh, he’s playing like shit. You better take his place.” Everyone bursted out into laughs, everyone except George, who always got slightly offended at jokes made at his expense. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” George sighed with a wave of his hand. “Let’s play another game, I’ll beat you this time.” 

“That’s what you said five games ago,” Alex laughed, which caused the guys to break into another fit of chuckles.

You were enjoying watching them play, but as the sun beat down on your skin and sweat began to form on your brow, you knew it was time to take a break. Walking over to the cooler, you grabbed a cold bottle of water and some freshly cut strawberries. The icy liquid provided instant relief as it cascaded down your throat, while the juicy sweetness of the strawberries left a refreshing aftertaste. 

Feeling rejuvenated, you made your way to the edge of the yacht and settled into the welcoming shade. As you gazed out at the vast expanse of ocean before you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over you. The rhythmic lapping of waves against the boat and the gentle breeze caressing your skin were soothing in a way that only being on the ocean could provide.

Lost in your thoughts, you reached for your book and lost yourself in its pages. The sound of laughter and splashing from your friends faded into the background as you immersed yourself in the fictional world within. Time seemed to pass quickly as you turned one page after another, until you noticed the sky beginning to change color. A soft orange glow now painted the horizon, signaling that sunset was near.

You moved from your spot on the yacht and went back out to see what everyone else was doing. Lando was laying out on a large sunbed, clearly exhausted from his hours of playing cornhole. As you looked around, all of the boys were laying out too. You couldn’t find Carmen or Lily, but you assumed they were still trying to soak up the last bit of sun they could for the day. 

“There’s my pretty girl,” Lando smiled as you approached him. You stood beside his sunbed as he kissed the top of your hand. “Where did you run off to?” 

“I went to read for a bit. It was kinda distracting earlier when you and the guys were playing.” You explained. He motioned for you to cuddle up next to him on the bed. As you tucked yourself by his side, he smirked. 

“Distracting because I was so good looking?” He bantered and you rolled your eyes. 

“No, because you guys were being so loud.” You joked and he faked a frown. You smiled, “But you’re also very good looking.” 

He tilted your chin up so he could kiss you softly, taking in every bit of you and the strawberry taste still on your lips. As you laid your head back on his chest, he ran his fingers through your hair, playing with it lazily. “I love you a lot you know”

You traced your fingers along his torso and grinned to yourself, “Yeah, I know.”

“Good. Just making sure you don’t forget it.” He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his warm breath mingling with the soft breeze. As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, you both sat on the sunbed, watching the stunning display of colors in the sky. The vibrant oranges and deep blues blended together like a masterpiece, filling you with a sense of awe and wonder. Despite all the pain and suffering in the world, moments like this reminded you of the beauty and magic that still existed. You could feel the warmth of the cooling sun on your skin, leaving a subtle tan as it slowly made its way towards the horizon. The peacefulness of the moment was enough to lull you into a blissful sleep.

~

Charles propped himself up on his cushioned chair, and saw you asleep on Lando’s chest. “She knocked out, huh?” He smiled at Lando.

“Yeah, guess so. The sun makes her tired sometimes.” Lando replied in a low voice to try and not to wake you up. 

“You know, I never heard her say she loved you back earlier.” George remarked from the other side of Lando. 

“She doesn’t have to, I know she does.” Lando replied, which confused the guys. He saw their perplexed expressions. “You know it took her a long time to say it in the first place but…I’ve known her long enough to where I know it without her having to say it.” 

“I still don’t understand.” Alex piped up next to George. 

“I mean, cmon, what’s so hard to understand? You saw the way she watched me earlier. Her eyes said it all. And the other day when she peeled oranges for me without me asking? And yesterday, when we got home, she rambled to me about the book she was reading. You could just see the light and love in her eyes. She never used to be that way, not when I first met her.” Lando knew the other guys still might not get the full picture, but he remembered how you were before you guys started dating. He remembered how you would shut out the world and not let anyone in. He knew that you used to not express how much you liked things or even smile when you ate your favorite foods.

He knew you loved him, he knew it went without saying. You were his everything, and simply being nestled next to him, feeling the gentle rhythm of your breath against his side, was enough to make his heart swell with love. No amount of conversation could match the pure joy of watching you smile or hearing the sweet melody of your voice. The two of you were intertwined, sewn together as the perfect pair.          

[justassorted]

Ithadel hissed softly as the rain grew heavier. His arms were already wrapped around his chest, but now with a wince he tucked his bad arm more tightly below the other. The dull pain that had been lurking all day thanks to the incoming storm was now building to a sharp, sickening ache as the cold sank deeper into his bones, like pressing ice to a sensitive tooth. 

“You — sound like you know them well,” he managed, based more on her tone than anything. It was reassuring to hear the family’s names; it gave him some small sense of foundation.

Ithadel, too, fell silent as they climbed. Between the slippery path and his uncooperative limbs it took all of his focus to manage the trail, and his footing slipped frequently. Thankfully, he managed to avoid any true falls or stumbles. The wind had long since blown Ithadel’s hair into an unruly mess, and now with his head ducked to focus on putting one foot in front of the other the rain had plastered it down in a long curtain around his face. But on the few occasions that he could see the young woman glancing back at him he was able to wave her forward unaided.

His first knowledge that something might be amiss was the scrape of rocks slipping and the low thud of her contact with the ground. By the time he had looked up, pushed his hair out of his face with one clumsy hand, and processed what had happened, she had already scrambled to her feet and begun warning him earnestly about treacherous rocks. 

Ithadel just nodded wordlessly at first, struggling to steady his breathing well enough to speak intelligibly. “Y... you’re—alright, though?” He studied the indicated part of the trail and then squinted back up at her with a concerned, guilty frown. She would surely be comfortable and safe in her home by now if his negligence hadn’t frightened her into making this endeavor.

Silence stretched after her suggestion. Tesni held her breath as she waited for his reply, hands clutching together again simply for something to hold. What would she do if he refused? Most likely, she would hurry to the lighthouse alone and beg the lightkeeper for help persuading him. His shakiness had made the selkie sincerely fearful for his wellbeing at this point.

At last, he agreed. Tesni exhaled, relief washing over her, and nodded. She waited until the man had nearly reached her before she began leading the way.

Another easy question. “Megan,” replied Tesni with fond familiarity. Rain had begun pouring in earnest now, forcing her to raise her voice slightly over the patter of water. “Her mother is Meredith,” she went on, “or Ms. Cadigan. Their cat is Delwyn, or Del.” Maybe too much information, but Tesni hoped the extra preparation would help ease his worries.

She found herself too breathless to speak much more as they climbed. Even with a well-tread trail to follow, it wasn’t an easy hike in a storm. Long grass swept over the slippery path with each gust of wind. The lighthouse served as the clearest landmark in the gloom that dimmed their surroundings.

Tesni glanced back every so often to make sure her companion was still following, always ready to lend him a hand if needed. She had never been the steadiest on her feet — especially on bare feet, without a walking stick — but she tried her best, not wanting to let him down. And her carefulness paid off. She only slipped badly once, when they’d nearly reached the lighthouse. Rocks scraped her palms, but her rain-soaked dress shielded her otherwise.

As soon as Tesni scrambled to her feet, she turned to face the man before he reached her. “Careful,” she warned him breathlessly, pointing to where she’d fallen. “There’s a— a rock, hiding there.”

[jesuistrestriste]

patrick and art who never got into tennis and instead formed an indie band in the early 2000s.

art sings and plays the guitar while patrick plays the drums.

they don’t exactly ‘blow up’ at first, but they do eventually gain a pretty decent following. and with this following came groupies.

they took a handful of them on their small state-wide tour; kissing and touching and humping and fucking each other every night after the shows — fueled by alcohol and weed and a little bit of arrogance.

one of their little groupies happened to be you.

you’re their favorite, actually.

you can take everything they give, and you can deal it right back when they need some sense slapped into them. sometimes literally.

pat likes to pull down your panties at the back of the tour bus and buck into you rhythmically from behind. his fingers will curl into your waist before he sneaks a hand down the front of your stomach and then lower to seek your sweet spot. rubbing it with fast circles of his thumb. his mouth’ll find your neck, and before you know it he’ll be sucking and biting like he’s starved of the taste of your body (even though you sucked him off before they even got on stage). he smells like sweat and peach vodka. “who’s my biggest fan, huh? thaaat’s it… louder, baby… louder—! aagh-! fuck, fuck fuck-“

art’s a lot more sensual and slow. he likes to go down on you, spreading open your legs as he eases you down into a chair in the green room of the show’s venue. licking a glassy stripe up your folds before he smushes his face into your wetness and shakes his head from side to side, pushing his tongue into your hole as he moans. he likes when you grab a fistful of his messy blonde hair and force his head back so he has to look up at you. it’s even better when you let him rut against your foot. he’s a disaster personified; blue eyes rolled back, hands shaking on your thighs, and the scent of his almost-sleazy cologne wafting off of him in waves as he worships you. “mmmnn, god, i could stay here forever… come in my mouth, please… i wanna feel you come on my tongue…”

best band ever.

[prael]

Currents

Kinktember Day 12: Electrophilia

Aespa Winter x male reader smut

words: 3,194 Kinktember Masterlist

"Sign here. Here. And here."

"And what's this for, exactly?" Winter asks, pointing a dainty finger at the paperwork.

"Protection. When someone like you enters a place like this, I need you to sign a waiver stating that you're of sound mind and know what you're doing."

"My mind is far from sound," she says with a playful wink.

Winter takes the pen from your hand. Her nails are painted a matte red with glittery bits at the tips. When she scrawls out Kim Minjeong on the dotted lines, it looks akin to an intricate piece of calligraphy. She places the pen on top and slides it back across the desk. "Now. I've signed and paid. Can we get to the fun?"

With a smile and a nod, you wordlessly guide her to the room she paid for. On the way, you take a few glances back at her, there's this keen expression of wonderment as she spots rooms for every type of fetish she might one day indulge in. Little ideas fired around her mind. What she might try next and how it may very well send her to heights of pleasure unforeseen. She must feel your gaze upon her, as a small giggle and coy smile creep on her face, and she asks in a small voice, "What?"

"Nothing," you say as you pull open the door at the end on the right. "You just have this look about you."

"A good look, I hope?"

She walks through the threshold. As the door closes behind you, the neon strips light up the room in a pale violet. Black leather and cushions cover almost every surface and all the other items seem so insignificant around the electrified bed in the middle. "Intrigue and excitement are always a good look in a place like this."

Winter's eyes alight as if someone had set a flame to a blanket of kindling. "This place... it's amazing." The corners of her mouth inch towards her ears as her gaze sweeps every nook and corner of the room, from the hanging metal chains and restraints to the riding crops and collars lined up by size, perfectly uniformed and orderly on their wooden mounts. Her gaze settles on a coil of rubberized cable as the width of her pupil increases, darkening her eyes. "I thought I would be nervous, but..."

Winter steps further into the room, you watch her take delicate steps as she stares at the centre-piece, the bed that will soon become her salvation, her ruin, her desire personified. She takes her jacket off and carelessly drops it on the floor as she spins back towards you, her eyes are wild and yet bright with lust as her tongue runs over her top row of teeth.

"I'm so excited," she confesses. "It's... exhilarating."

She steps close to you, her breath washing against your neck, sending an enticing thrill down the base of your skull.

"How would you like me? And don't go easy on me okay? I might look fragile..." Winter steps back a couple of times, letting you size her up as if you haven't been doing it since the moment she walked it. "but I'm not."

"Let's start by getting you fitted with a little something," you say as you walk to the side, picking out the perfect shock collar to fit Winter. Something thin would be best, is what you decide. Such a slender frame as hers wouldn't suit a big chunky collar.

"Yes, please," Winter says, making an energetic skip up to your side and resting her hand on your shoulder. "Something light is usually my colour."

"I think so too. Something skinny too. Ah, I know just the one."

After a brief scan along the top three rows, you spot the perfect collar to suit her. It's a light pink, it's her size and looks as delicate and attractive as she is.

"Oh my. That's... so cute," she sighs.

You pull it from its hook and open it. "Now, come here winter. Let me put it on you. Make sure it fits."

Obedient and happy to comply, Winter eagerly steps forward, craning her neck back slightly. Her breaths are even and calm as she closes her eyes. "There's something so... vulnerable about being collared. It's intoxicating," she explains.

"Do you want to know why?"

Winter's mouth opens but she stays quiet.

"Because girls like you, get a kick from relinquishing control. Once the collar's around your neck, you become mine. Completely. Whatever I say goes, isn't that so? And if you don't, you get a shock."

The silence grows until she begins to nod her head gently. "That's exactly it... I have a taste for the painful stuff. For the hurt and submission."

You loop the collar around Winter's neck. It fits as though it were made for her. Tightly fitted, enough to lightly choke her, enough to make sure the contacts within it touch her skin. You take the remote in hand and fiddle with the dial. A mild charge hums from the wires as they heat, preparing to punish.

"That's an agreeable buzz," she whispers with closed eyes. "Perfect."

"Perfect indeed. Now, Winter, on your knees for me." You barely give her a chance to process the request before you determine she has taken too long, and hit the button on the control. A low crackle emanates as it pumps voltage into her neck. Enough for the contacts to spark a single charge through her. Just a sharp sting of pain for a split second before she cries out. Her knees buckle, sending her to the floor, one hand grabbing at the collar as the other seeks a stable point in the soft black mats covering the room.

"Agh— f—fuck," she swears quietly as she gasps for air. "That hurt. So good." Her breaths are quick, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her eyes are wide with delight.

"Top, off."

With trembling hands, Winter holds the hem of her black top. This time you give her all the time she needs to take it off, but she doesn't. "Shock me, I'm a bad girl."

Without hesitation you bring a bigger jolt through the collar, causing her whole body to quiver. Winter shouts and winces, but the smile on her face as she takes it, and pulls her top over her head, tells you that everything's going to plan.

With her top now on the floor and no bra ever being underneath it, you observe how gorgeous she looks. With her small breasts, tiny frame and mischievous face. You stand in place and look, taking her body in and enjoying it. Her waist is so slim, and when her breath quickens, it accentuates that little curve of her abdomen, even a hint at the grooves on each side of her lower stomach.

"Again," she pleads, with puppy dog eyes that are part-glazed.

"You do have a taste for being hurt," you respond as you turn the voltage dial on the collar a little more. A click of your thumb later, and this time she yells louder. Tears well up in her eyes, but her smile only widens.

"I do," Winter pants out the two syllables like they're the only words she knows. "I do. I do. I do."

She repeats it over and over until you hit it again. Her knuckles go white as her body tightens. Muscles bunching in her back and in her arms and legs. Her lithe body trembling through another delicious jolt.

You reach down and grab her by the neck, fingers catching her just under the shock collar. A strangled gasp bursts from between her lips as her wide and eager eyes stare right at you, wet with lust. You pull her to her feet. There's no resistance, nor do you expect there to be. Once she's on her feet, she rushes her mouth to yours. A desperate, needy kiss. Hungry and moaning into your lips.

You break her away from you by pushing her back, sending her stumbling towards the bed. "Those shorts. Take them off."

The delighted gleam of hunger and sadism in your eye isn't lost on Winter. She quickly shakes her head, hoping to earn herself another round of pain.

"Think you deserve more? Think you've been a good enough girl?" You ask, taking a step closer. "Shorts first, then I'll treat you."

Winter does as she is told and lets her denim shorts fall. And just like her top, there's nothing beneath. An amused smile appears as her eyebrows bounce once, and she says, "Surprise!" in the most cute manner.

"I have to say, Winter, everything about you is a surprise. Such a cute little thing you are, but so devious too. I'd love to take you apart, bit by bit."

"Take me however you'd like," she chimes in.

"Yeah?" You turn away from her naked, helpless body and to the desk, picking up the prod and flick the switch to make it come alive. "With this?"

You turn and present the long silver rod, where at the end of it, two metal prongs protrude. You push the button and an arc of electricity forms between them. Winter's eyes roll back, and her thighs press tightly together. She squeezes her own chest as she whispers, "Please," over and over.

Slowly, you stalk toward Winter, you can almost see the ache radiating from her like she is a bomb ready to explode. Then suddenly, before she has a chance to register what's happening, you stab the prod forward into her left calf. Winter spasms and convulses, her teeth clench and her hands grasp at nothing but air. She wails in painful, tortured delight and falls to one knee.

Her other leg now too.

"Yes," she squeals, "F... Fuck. Thank you."

You grab a fist full of her blonde locks, twisting them tightly between your fingers as you drag back to her feet. "On the bed. Now," you tell her, your voice as ice cold as the lack of emotion on your face.

She whimpers as you pull her hard until she's flat on her back in the centre of the bed. It's about waist height, and you look down at her lithe, naked frame. Strands of blonde hair stick to her cheeks from perspiration and tears of pleasure. Her limbs tremble in aftershocks from the latest barrage of electricity that was shot through her, and her skin glistens.

"Please... Again. Please," she whimpers, a feeble creature now after the latest shock. "I'm so wet." Winter shifts one leg higher, spreading herself, and tilting her hips. With one hand you reach into her, plunging two fingers into her cunt.

"Fuck." She lets out a deep gasp and turns her head to look up at you, lips trembling, wet with her own spit, and asks again for more.

You withdraw your fingers and push the prod against her abdomen. Without hesitation, you make her body buck and her cry cut through the still air of the room. Winter yells and twists, kicking her feet wildly into the air as she twitches in her spot. When you stop she lies flat, panting and gasping and eyes streaming. She buries her own fingers into her cunt now.

"Please do it again, I'm going to cum." Her voice is croaky and scratchy from yelling but still thick with urgency and desire.

Another shock.

Another twitch of muscles.

Another shock.

Another scream, and then finally, Winter throws her head back as her pussy tightens around her own fingers and spasms and writhes as waves of pleasure and pain hit her simultaneously. She cries out incoherent words. Scratches her nails at her own thighs while rubbing her clit through her orgasm. Winter shakes and trembles before you, her mouth hung agape.

She's still cumming and this time you hit the button for the collar around her neck. The brief, sharp flash makes her shake harder. The pitch of her orgasmic scream pitches higher.

"Again," Winter calls.

One last time.

You jolt her again, and Winter reaches a fevered pitch as she shakes with more ecstasy than any one person could take. Her whole body is trembling as one large, unceasing wave of pleasure sweeps through every part of her body. The lewd expressions of overwhelming satisfaction as she slowly comes back down are almost enough for you to fuck her, and right there and then, you are tempted.

You throw the shock prod, now it's time to make the bed do the work. Winter has no fight in her as you take hold of her wrists and then ankles, fastening them one by one in bindings that hold her spread and vulnerable. There's a strap for her upper arm too, and her thighs, and finally across her slutty little waist. You make them all tight, and they're all wired up.

"What—? What are you doing?" Winter questions, turning her neck to take stock of the restraints.

You simply ignore her question and focus on attaching the last restraint, that sits across her upper chest, just below her collar bones. Then you walk across the room and press a large red button. A thrumming of electricity hums through the metal bars. Every contact point on her body warms up and a chorus of muffled cracks and sparks come to life around Winter.

"This is special," Winter mutters to herself, her tone hinting at awe. She struggles against her bonds and they're secure. Tight and secure. Even with that futile exertion, she has no escape and smiles at that realization. "Looks like you have me trapped. Can you really hurt a pretty little idol like me? Can you go as far as I need you to?"

Winter swallows hard as she watches your mouth twist into a malevolent sneer.

You hit the button.

She starts to shake. The moan from her lips is loud and almost primal, the exhale laced with pain and excitement. She moans out loud, thrashing against her shackles, her small body thrusting back and forth as the lowest setting courses through her.

You stand over her, looking down and watching the way her muscles tense and her fingers clench. Her toes curl and the moans grow louder, and more frequent. More desperate, she can barely get a word out but she still pleads for more, the word yes spewing from her lips amidst an unending list of other slurred sounds.

You leave her there for a moment, struggling, while you slide your hand into a thick rubber glove, working it up your arm.

"Please make me cum," Winter pants through an agony of pleasure.

You walk back to her, pressing your hand against her flat stomach. She trembles under your touch, you can feel the way her body vibrates through the glove. Her eyes go wide with fear and excitement.

"Hurry, it's so good!" Winter squirms against the bonds but can't move an inch. You take your time looking between her thighs, at her soft and bare cunt, a shade of pink between two rosy folds. It's so slick as her pussy begins to trickle with her lust.

The thick rubber of the glove goes into her hole and makes Winter yelp like the pathetic submissive slut that she is. You stretch her pretty little pussy so easily, thanks to how creamy it is. She's so messy. At the same time, you raise a thumb to the control and push it up a notch.

An explosion of lightning and a sensation between her legs and another strangled moan of desperation. Her head whips from side to side. "I can't, oh shit," Winter manages to blurt out, her voice reduced to a pathetic squeak.

With your finger hooking into her sensitive spot, and her body stimulated with an electrical current, Winter doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell. You fuck her hard and rough with your hand until your arm begins to ache. You play with the current of the bed and the collar, sending shocks through her when she least expects it. She climaxes before long, her legs pulling taut at the restraints. She cries, "More!" as she loses herself to the pulses of her orgasm.

And as her back arches as best as it can, she floods over your glove with cum and screams for it. Winter's release is incredible, it gushes all over you, but you just don't let up. She's absolutely out of control and has to suffer more. Winter can't escape any part of her restraints as they don't give up shocking her through her orgasm, one after the other.

Her face twists in the most fucked up combination of pain and pleasure. It's an incredible sight.

You're just pounding her tight little cunt. Stretching it as it gushes out all the cum she has to give. Her body struggles against all the different sensations. She just keeps spilling out onto the bed as her body shakes.

It's only when she starts to choke out her moans that you finally twist the dial down to zero. It takes a few seconds to turn it completely off but the damage was done. Winter is heaving for air and when you slowly withdraw the digit buried inside her, pulling the plug on her cum spilling out.

"Wait a second," she breathes out in between pants, "let me just..." Winter stares up at the ceiling as she works on stabilising her breathing. When the world seems to slow back to an acceptable pace, her lips turn up into a joyous little smile. "Shit," Winter winces as her hips buck, the throb in her core making her moan ever so softly. "I think I made a mess."

You lift your wrist and nod as if to agree. "You made a lot of a mess."

Her pale skin has turned flush and warm with a sheen of sweat from exertion. She takes a deep breath, letting the sensation of the electrocution linger. Winter looks radiant, so beautiful that the urge to do all those things you wanted to come bubbling back. But you stay strong, despite how tempting her glistening little body is as her chest rises and falls.

"No regrets though," Winter comments, stretching against the confines of her restraints. "I've never cum like that before in my life."

"It really suits you, being tied down like this, cumming over and over. Are you sure you don't want another round?"

With a slight chuckle, Winter closes her eyes and gives her head a feeble, exhausted shake. "I do, but I can't." She can't even bear to open her eyes, she's spent and in a state, unable to cope with the aftershocks anymore.

"This is more like the woman I expected, shy and frail and overwhelmed. I guess you're just so easily broken."

"How did I do?" She asks in a raspy voice.

"For a first time? Great. Most people don't make it to the bed. And not many people look that good when they're cumming."

Winter lifts her chin a little higher. "I did that well?"

"You did."

[nadvs]

♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧  rafe cameron & his sweetheart girlfriend ✧

ᝰ rafe didn’t realize just how badly he craved kind, gentle love until he met her. he assumed every relationship he’d be in would be dysfunctional but then this girl, who’s sunshine personified, comes into his life and he has never wanted someone more.

ᝰ he’s a nervous wreck the whole time he pursues her. she’s well aware of his bad reputation and the fact that she takes the time to get to know him with open arms instead of letting gossip influence her makes it all the more clear to him how sincere she is.

ᝰ just because she’s sweet doesn’t mean she takes his shit. rafe is a victim to his own temper at times and when he snaps at her, she calmly tells him to cool down and talk to her about what’s really bothering him. she doesn’t escalate arguments. she talks him down. and he loves her for it.

ᝰ rafe would die of embarrassment if anyone saw what he’s like with her. he loves when she plays with his hair and leaves kisses all over his face. his favorite place in the world is on top of her, his head on her chest, wondering how he got lucky enough to win the heart he hears beating.

ᝰ she’s his best friend and maybe his buddies would give him shit for that, but it’s true. because he has never known a bond like this. not only does he have fun with her, but he actually feels understood for once. eventually, she knows him better than he knows himself.

ᝰ rafe hates crying but he hates it the least when it’s with her. he’s used to being told to toughen up. but she doesn’t do anything of the sort. she holds him, consoles him, keeps her gaze off of him because she knows he hates being looked at when he’s in this state.

ᝰ she’s the first one to say the word love and rafe has never felt happier in his life. he has felt love for her for months, but knows he wouldn’t survive if she didn’t say it back. he kisses her hard, whispering that he loves her over and over, making up for every time he thought it but couldn’t say it.

ᝰ the feeling he gets from having somebody worry about him is unreal. he’s used to being neglected and ignored, but she shows her concern for him in countless ways. she’s always reminding him to drive his motorcycle carefully. he eventually tacks a photo of her on his dash as a reminder not to speed because he has a reason to live now.

ᝰ rafe isn’t surprised that his family adores her. his father mentions something in passing about her being a good apple. she even makes ward crack a smile with one of her jokes every so often. rafe doesn’t know how somebody could be so perfect. he’d love her even without the approval but he’s comforted by the fact that he doesn’t have to worry about it.

ᝰ she sees something in rafe that he doesn’t see in himself. he actually likes who he is around her. he’s still rough around the edges with others, but he’s his most authentic self with her. she’s on his mind all day and he misses her every minute they’re not together. he calls her his angel, because that’s truly what she is to him.

inspired by an ask from @putherup 💘

[retrosabers]

𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒.

anakin skywalker x fem! reader

summary: you really shouldn’t be letting anakin touch you like this. but if it’s so wrong, why does it feel so good?

contains: 18+ content. MINORS DNI. very steamy kissing, some minor grinding, riding, choking if you squint, anakin being a little shit

word count: 1.3k

a/n: kinda a rushed/shit ending but i found this in my drafts & i’m trying to post consistently to keep inspiration coming. so enjoy this baby fic of ani ;)

there’s a certain thrill that comes with breaking the rules.

you were always one to abide by them. believed that they were created for a reason, and that was reason enough to obey.

then you met anakin skywalker, and he threw that entire notion out the window.

he was temptation personified. forbidden fruit that you longed so desperately to have, to taste. between his lidded gaze and cocky smiles you found yourself entranced with the chosen one in ways that the council would’ve deemed shameful.

no attachments. that was the rule. but could desire be confused with attachment?

you were about to find out.

anakin’s lips slot against yours like it was meant to be. your hands tug at the collar of his robes, desperate to pull him impossibly closer in the dim lighting of the hallway. your every nerve was hyper aware of both his touch, and your surroundings.

anyone could come across you in this compromising position. despite the fact that everyone else retreated to their chambers for the evening, there was still a chance that a straggler was left wandering the halls. it makes you tense in his hold and pull away reluctantly.

you breathe out his name. a soft, desperate sound that makes his dick hard. the corner of anakin’s mouth turns up in a smug little grin.

“we can’t,” you shake your head, stating it matter of factly. like it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy, because it was. you were never a rule breaker, only a devout follower with good intentions. out of all the disobediences you could’ve ever committed, this would by far be the worst.

the rules of the jedi council weren’t something you treated as a request. they were orders. defying them meant defying a belief system you held so close to your chest, and letting go of everything you’ve ever known.

anakin knows it. and he’s determined to push you to the limit.

when his mouth returns to you, it’s gentler. more intimate. as if he’s trying to convince you to let go without outright saying it. his flesh hand comes up to softly stroke your cheekbone and you melt into him once more. your body thrums not only with lust, but with something else entirely. there’s a deeper connection between you both, an electrifying sensation that’s being drawn to the surface.

it’s like the force is telling you this is what you’re meant to do. and that maybe, just maybe, not every rule is meant to be followed.

anakin lets out a deep chuckle as you drag him back to your quarters with an eagerness he’s never seen before. as soon as the door shuts he presses you against it, aligning your cunt with his growing erection while his lips attach themselves to your neck.

when he finds your sweet spot, you gasp, muttering a curse as he smirks against your skin. one hand is wrapped firmly around your waist while the other maps out your body. a brush of fingers against the top of your ass, an experimental squeeze of your breast. anakin was making haste in figuring out what little things made you tick. he knew time was of the essence, and he wanted to make the most of it.

“just tell me what you want,” anakin murmurs next to your ear. his voice was low, dripping with a desire you could only dream of. you rubbed your thighs together to try and relieve the growing ache between your legs. he takes note, ego inflating over the effect he’s had before even touching you properly. his metal hand grabs your chin between the thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to meet.

“whatever you want angel, it’s yours.”

he means it. fully and completely. tonight, anakin was yours to take. you could bleed him dry of anything and everything and he’d die a happy man.

your hands find purchase at the nape of his neck, threading your fingers through his sandy colored curls and dragging his face back to yours. it’s a heated mess of teeth and tongue that has you whining into his mouth when his hand lightly wraps around your throat.

he knew you weren’t just oogling at it for nothing.

when anakin pulls back, your lips seperate with a wet smack. he thinks he might cum on the spot just from how wrecked you look already. eyes on the brink of glassy, desperate and pleading for him. your lips in the most perfect pout, kiss bitten and glistening while you rake your tongue over them. and his hand around your throat, like he’s staking a claim over you. that you’re his and only his.

to him, you’ve never looked more perfect. and he doesn’t think he can wait any longer.

anakin starts undressing you with urgency. as though if he waits so much as another second, you’ll vanish into thin air and he’ll never get to have you like this again. you follow suit, shoving his robe off his shoulders and pushing him closer to the direction of your bed.

“this is wrong,” you squeak out as more and more of your clothes get thrown about the room. anakin’s top half is completely bare, his skin burning hot.

“so wrong,” he teases with faux concern, flashing his canines as he yanks your pants down. in a less than graceful stumble you kick them off, leaving you in nothing but a simple pair of underwear. suddenly you begin to feel self conscious under his gaze, but it fades when you realize his blue eyes were nearly black.

drinking in every inch of you with a look like he was going to devour you whole.

he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. and it made you long for him even more.

in a bold move, you push at his chest, watching gleefully as he falls back against the mattress. the new angle highlights his growing erection. your mouth waters at how big he looks despite the layer of fabric that still stands between you. anakin, ever the cocky observer, watches as your eyes widen and your chest heaves.

“if you want it,” he spreads his legs wider, a dangerously divine invitation. “then you’ve gotta come and get it.”

you heart stutters in your ribcage.

this was it.

the defining moment where your self control was put to the test.

an act that was so simple, yet so complicated.

when you suck in a breath and experimentally place your knees on either side of his hips, it dials up the heat. every inch of your exposed skin feels like it’s set ablaze. an almost delicious pain that slowly melts into pleasure.

when you reach below the waistband and wrap your hand around him, there’s an overwhelming sense of adrenaline. an exciting rush that you haven’t felt in what feels like a lifetime. the low whimper he elicits sends a shiver down your spine, feeling like a drug you want to take over, and over, and over again.

when you push your panties to the side and finally sink down onto his length, it feels like diving headfirst off a cliff with no end in sight. falling into an endless chasm of self reflection, realization, and ecstasy. your stomach does somersaults as you take him inch by inch, soft, breathy moans leaving your mouth the deeper he gets.

“that’s it,” he coos, brushing a stray piece of hair out your face. “i know you can take it.”

his praise makes any remaining anxiety dissipate.

you wonder if you should be disappointed in yourself at how quickly you caved. but in that very moment, as you begin to rock your hips back and forth, you realize that maybe you were wrong to be so obedient all this time.

because if this was wrong? then you sure as hell didn’t wanna be right.

thanks for reading! <3

[toffeecoco1]

@perpetualgrey's comment on this post

Ok my first instinct was to laugh, but then I realised you might be onto something???

Shen Yuan is LITERALLY an impostor, who’s more far more kind and beloved by Binghe than the original. The Guanyin pendant is a counterfeit, but it carries the love of Binghe’s mother and is far more precious than any real jade could ever be.

The heartbreak Binghe’s mother felt after realising that the Guanyin pendant was fake and she’d been tricked was part of what lead to the gradual decline of her health.¹ In wanting to do something kind for Binghe, she felt that she’d failed, and this led to her demise. What is Shen Qingqiu’s entire story, but trying to be kind to Binghe, feeling inadequate at this, and dying? (More than once!!)

Guanyin is a Bodhisattva associated with mercy, kindness, compassion and unconditional love. She is a patron of mothers, and is called upon in times of fear, uncertainty, and despair. The Bodhisattva she originated from is seen as a saviour, through whose grace even those with the most negative karma can achieve salvation. Even when she is not worshipped as a goddess, she is revered as the principle of love, compassion and mercy.² From wikipedia, “The act, thought and feeling of compassion and love is viewed as Guanyin. A merciful, compassionate, loving individual is said to be Guanyin.”²

The original Luo Binghe appears never to have lost his pendant. Shen Qingqiu tells us: “It was the only bit of warmth in Luo Binghe’s dark world, always by his side, and even in the future when he was at his darkest, it could summon up his last dregs of humanity.”¹ He also states that “it was Luo Binghe’s biggest berserk button.”¹

Our Luo Binghe does not cling to the pendant when he’s at his darkest: he clings to the love he has for his shizun and to memories of his kindness, and later, to the lifeless body of Shen Qingqiu himself. His biggest berserk button isn’t when people insult the pendant or his mother, or try to take it away; it’s Shen Qingqiu: when people insult him or try to take him away.

From the start, Shen Qingqiu expresses truly unconditional love for Binghe. He spends three years showing endless compassion and kindness, actions which feel insignificant to him but are more than enough to completely change Binghe’s life. He holds no blame or resentment for the things he fears Binghe will do to him; though he doesn’t want to be tortured, he forgives Binghe for it nonetheless, before it has even happened. He sacrifices himself to save Binghe as his mind is eaten away at by Xin Mo, when he believes that Binghe just slaughtered a hundred Huan Hua Disciples, when Binghe’s reckless use of the sword is putting countless more lives at risk.³

Shen Qingqiu is a counterfeit that is more precious than the original could ever be. For Binghe, he personifies kindness, compassion and unconditional love. His regrets over his treatment of Binghe lead to his temporary demise. Binghe clings to him in his darkest moments, and he is that which Binghe protects most fiercely.

I always found the pendant’s role in the story to be almost lacking: it’s treated as such an important item to Binghe, yet in the end its return is almost anticlimactic. But perhaps this is because the role the pendant played in Bing-ge’s story has been overtaken by Shen Qingqiu. When he returns the pendant, Binghe is relieved and appreciative: but his joy seems to stem more from the fact that Shen Qingqiu held onto it and cherished him than from the pendant itself. The pendant doesn’t matter all that much to him anymore, at least not compared to how important it seems to have been in PIDW. Binghe doesn't need an object to symbolize love and kindness; he has a person to love, who loves him back.

In conclusion: Shizun was in fact the fake jade Guanyin pendant all along!

sources cited below :)

1. Seven Seas Volume 1, Chapter 1: Scum. Pages 40-41.

2. “Guanyin,” Wikipedia. There’s a lot more to her than what I mentioned here, she’s quite interesting.

3. Seven Seas Volume 2, Chapter 8: Death. Pages 154-156.

[serpentface]

Dragon folklore in the Imperial Wardin region

A dragon as depicted in Wardi, Wogan, and Cholemdinae folklore

Dragon folklore is broadly similar between the three collections of human peoples who have inhabited the region since prehistory. The details of their description vary somewhat, but the core traits are the same. These dragons are described as very large birdlike creatures (standing as tall or taller than a human) with bodies like eagles, a reptilian head (usually that of a crocodile or lizard), black feathers, and trailing tail plumage. They are sometimes horned, and Wardi variants are specified as having wattles like roosters.

All variants of this folklore associates them with storms, lightning, and wildfires. They are said to only emerge during lightning storms and intentionally set grass fires in order to hunt. Some sources ascribe them power over lightning itself, which they capture in the clouds and send to the ground with the beating of their wings. Others state that they are simply immune to it. In either case, they set their tail feathers ablaze in lightning strikes, and then fly low over the ground to strategically spread the fire. They completely surround their prey with wildfire, and then circle overhead in wait until it has succumbed to the smoke and flames.

They are usually characterized as killing indiscriminately as fire itself, eating anything they can capture whether it be wild animals, livestock, or people. They have no appetite for raw meat, and will only eat burnt flesh.

These dragons rarely come down to the ground, spending most of their lives in storm clouds. They migrate along with the rains and breed in grasslands during the peak of the wet season, with female dragons laying their eggs hidden in tall grass. Dragon chicks are born with completely white feathers, which are gradually singed black with every hunt. The darker a dragon, the older and more dangerous it is.

They are generally non-personified and regarded as wild beasts, though are sometimes given a particularly vengeful nature. Stories of mother dragons burning down entire villages or towns in retribution for the death of their chicks can be found region-wide.

Wogan folklore is an exception (though this is more an aspect of a broader animistic worldview rather than a unique quality of dragons themselves), in which the dragon is personified and credited with first teaching the people how to practice controlled burns for agricultural purposes. The Wogan dragon is a very powerful and dangerous spirit and communion with it requires wisdom and caution. Many stories describe people enslaving dragons or capturing their chicks order to utilize their power to destroy enemies, only to be annihilated with fire themselves.

A dragon as depicted in the folklore of the Hill Tribes, ft. an unfortunate horse

The dragon folklore of the Highlands has some connection to the aforementioned (particularly in their association with storms) as a product of centuries of cultural interchange, but stems from a wholly separate tradition brought from overseas, bearing much in common with analogous legendary creatures in Finn and Royal Dain culture.

These dragons are heavily personified, being wholly sapient and capable of speech, and are said to be either extremely long-lived or completely immune to aging (though not immune to being killed). They are described as very large birds with the wings and bodies of eagles, the spurred legs of pheasants, the wrinkled necks of vultures, and the head and tail of a snake. Dragons are almost always red, brown, and yellow in color, resembling golden eagles (like their father). They kill prey with their venomous bite, said to be the deadliest of all animals. They are uniquely menacing to people, having little to no interest in wild prey in favor of the tender, domesticated meat of horses and cattle (or humans themselves)

Dragons are all males, and all brothers. They are the progeny of the goddess Ariakh and her spirit husband, the King of Eagles. Ariakh reproduced with her husband twice- first in the form of a human, in which she gave birth to the Winds, her four eldest sons, and second in the form of an eagle, in which she laid a clutch of eggs that hatched all dragons. These dragons are smaller and less powerful beings than their older brothers, and they're ascribed a sense of profound bitterness about this.

They are jealous and vain in nature, constantly squabbling amongst themselves for rank and admiration and menacing humans to gain recognition. Folktales often center on heroes taking advantage of their competitiveness and insecurity in order to defeat them. They occasionally play neutral or positive roles in tales, where they assist human protagonists in exchange for sabotaging one of their brothers, gifts of horsemeat, or excessive flattery.

[thetxtdevil]

The Bat and the Wolf

Vampire Beomgyu x Werewolf Reader

summary: You just celebrated becoming a full fledged adult wolf. Spending a few nights with Beomgyu causes your wolf to come out.

content: smut, best friends to lovers, vampire/dom gyu, werewolf/sub fem.reader, heat sex, breeding kink, praising, missionary, mention of doggy style, a lot of sweat and blood sucking, let me know if i'm missing anything

word count: 2.7k

running with the wolfs,

in the dead of night, gusty breeze flies through the thick fur of the giant cainines, one tiny vampire bat flutters above them following the pack on their journey. the journey being a sweet meadow, a perfect place to curl up for the night.

the pack of gray wolves start to change, bulky bodies turn into smaller human ones, fur vanishing from their skin. the little bat on top flutters in circles quickly landing on the ground transforming into a man. one female werewolf walks up to the vampire, stopping to look at him.

"a little messy tonight aren't we?" you giggle at the vampire's dried bloody lips.

"yeah i was running late, i had to take a small drink before i lost you" beomgyu says while rubbing his thumb on his lips.

"well, i'm glad you made it" you say as you walk back to your pack.

beomgyu has known you for awhile ever since you were older pup. he's become accustomed to the werewolf world, always intrigued by their nomadic lifestyle. beomgyu walking into your circle of the pack with open arms, he smiles and looks at you. you were being nonchalant but you were grateful for your families acceptance of the vampire.

✥✥✥

you met on a foggy day, the land was so thick with clouds a vampire could go out with the sun out and not get burnt and thats what beomgyu did. recently learning a new power of his, he swooshes through the black forest trees in his bat form. zooming, zig-zag patterns around the tall pines, he soon becomes tired. with his bat claws, he latched onto a branch, looking at the world upside-down until his eyes closed.

pointed ears twitched by the snapping of twigs. beomgyu ignored it until he heard the whimpers of a wolf. gyu opens his little bat eyes, clawing at the branch so he can see right-side up. there it was, the source of noises, a not so fully grown wolf, shiny silver fur tarnished by specks of mud. the head of the wolf was low, sniffing the path, looking up every once in a while obviously trying to find their way. beomgyu studies the wolf, intrigued by the personified movements it made. de-clawing the branch, gyu drops from the tree landing as his vampire self. silently walking towards the lost wolf, snap, gyu winces at the sound as the wolf turns around and growls at him.

"i'm sorry, sorry" gyu raises his hand in surrender.

your wolf stopped, looking at the flinched man. his long lashes brushed his cheeks as he squints, his teeth shown a set of long vampire teeth. your wolf head tilts making your perked ears flop to one side to the other. if this was a feral vampire wouldn’t he already attack me instead of flinching like a dork? you thought to yourself. beomgyu unravels himself from his cautious state looking at the hesitant puppy. he couldn't help himself but to crouch down reaching his hand towards you. even your wolf eyes showed signs of judgment.

"are you lost?" gyu asks "my name is beomgyu, i'm friendly i promise" he smiles barring his sharp fangs to you again.

"can i pet you?" he asks

you moved closer to him, he finally touches the silky fur of yours, satisfied with the softness. you smirk to yourself, finally deciding to change into your human form.

"if only i get to touch your long pretty hair" you say, close to his face, noses barely touching. gyu silently screams and falls on his ass. you laugh at him, standing up and grab his hand to pull the vampire up from the ground. gyu now has gotten a good view of your human form, finding similarities in your eyes and your wolf's eyes.

"unfortunately i am lost, but i'm happy to have a companion" your small smile fills the vampire's non-pumping heart. he nods bashfully and walks with you.

✥✥✥

it's safe to say that you guys became best friends from that day, so your disappointment was valid when your pack decided to have your birthday party during daylight. you pout as your mom goes wild preparing your party.

"mom you know beomgyu can't stand in the sun why did it have to be during the day?"

"y/n this is a very important milestone for your wolf so a lot of your family is coming and they probably don't want to travel back home all night"

today was the day when you celebrate your birthday and your wolf celebrated adulthood. you shake at the fact that you were getting older. even more so for the fact that you're going to start your heats. the horror stories you've heard, when you don't have a partner to help you along through the aching days. you feared the day it would come because you had no one.

even though beomgyu wasn't there to make you laugh and make fun of you in your party hat, you had a good time. later that night, as the party settled and your extended family left, you relaxed by the fire with an empty plate where your cake used to be. you look out in the distance, everything glowed by the crescent moon, surrounded by trees that swayed by a comforting wind. then you spotted something, a figure of the night. you look over to your mom and tell her that you’re gone for the night.

you walk up to the shadowy figure with a small smile knowing who it is. finally arriving at the start of the forest, you look behind a tree. no was there, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. am i missing gyu that much? suddenly your feel a shocking poke on your sides making you jump. turning around you see the toothy grin of the handsome vampire.

"don't scare me like that" you say while you hit him.

"sorry, but you're too easy" gyu says rubbing the spot you hit him "i was thinking of taking the birthday girl to the old cabin by the algae lake since i couldn't be with you today."

you smile, agreeing with his plans, but you had a gut feeling that you should stray far. beomgyu pouts at your hesitation, there was no way you could say no to his cute pout. you roll your eyes saying "yes" and he drags you through the woods. the cabin was like your guys' grownup version of a tree house. the wooden shelter was run down, mold and insect infested when you first found it on your hikes. the two of you decided to make it your fixer-upper making it yours.

arriving to the algae lake, you were in awe to see already lit tiki torches that lead the way to the cabin's entrance. beomgyu held your hand like you were a princess leading you to the cabin. inside was a lit up fireplace and a nest of blankets. you squeak at the sight instantly diving into the plush softness. gyu gets your attention by shaking bags of your favorite chips, you look over as he shows you a table full of your favorite snacks.

wow i really am getting the princess treatment

✥✥✥

you wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, you're not feeling good. rubbing your eyes you look over to gyu on your shared bed. he was reading in the dark seeming relaxed. your faint illness made you want physical touch, you snake your hand for gyu's hand and he accepts it. cuddled up, you were grateful for his cold temperature it felt nice against your burning one.

after a while you decided that it would be best to get ready for the day. face washed, fully clothed, with a coffee in your hand you sat on a chair on the cabin's porch enjoying the musky scent of wood. closing your eyes, you begin to daydream, what would vampire/werewolf mixed children look like? more specifically what they would look like with gyu's facial features. maybe one would have his handsome round features adorned with his signature wolf-cut matching your wolf side and the other one would have your plush cheeks that would scrunch up their eyes hiding their red irises.

fantasy cut short when you got a whiff of the vampire's rose scent. you look through the screen door of the cabin to see beomgyu lurking trying to stay out of the sun's rays. you smile at the clingy man, looking down at you empty mug, maybe it's time to go back inside.

back inside of the cabin, you sit on the couch having music playing in the background. gyu's head laying on your lap, you watch him as he talked, watching his prominent adams apple move, and his lips curving into a smile when he was recalling a story about his clan. you played with his hands noting every bulging vein and how long his fingers were. has his hands always looked this enticing? before you knew it the sun faded away causing the house to get cold. oh how badly to wanted to get closer to the vampire. your ill feeling hasn't lightened up, in fact, it has gotten worse. you have a burning sensation in your throat, even though you felt like you should lay down you also felt restless. you tell gyu that you were going to take a shower hoping it will make you feel better. walking away, the vampire stares lasers into you. he knew something was off, he could smell you so clearly.

✥✥✥

heat rushes through your body, thighs rubbing together, your cunt aching, breasts hurt. you moan yourself out of sleep, launching your back off the bed. you sat there drenched in sweat, you whimper at the sensation, splaying your hand on beomgyu's side of the bed looking for the vampire. gyu was gone and worry bubbles up in your mind. you felt lonely, even though you have the power and knowlege to easily get out of the woods, you don't think you were in the right mindset for that right now.

light sounds of footsteps come closer showing gyu with a big bottle of filtered water.

"hey, y/n you were whining and twisting a lot in your sleep, is something wrong?"

you aggressively tore the bottle out of his hands, thanking him, and then gulping it down in one breathe. the vampire lays on his side next to you watching you in worry. still thankful for his kindness you grab his face and smash your lips against his. beomgyu had no complaints, he honestly been wanting to do this, however he never thought you'd be in this condition. beomgyu deepens the kiss as you went ahead and straddle his hips. sloppily making out, you didn't realize that your soaked cunt was grinding on him so hard there was a wet spot forming on his trousers.

you part yourself from him "sorry i-" gyu's big rosewood orbs stares at you "i think i'm in heat..."

gyu knowing somethings since being friends with you, he understands what you mean by being "in heat." thinking of all those times your werewolf brothers would brag about their bitch in heat. he never understood the pleasure that came from a wolf to be so needy and hot until he looks at you in this moment. you were always beautiful to beomgyu but now you were glistening in sweat, as your hair sticked on your face making curl designs, framing your scrunch up eyebrows above your big round eyes. your boobs looked perkier than usual, and the way your legs straddled him, and your scent. your scent was so strong it made his eye roll into his head making gyu think you were made for him.

"i'll give you what you need only if you let me have what i need..." beomgyu smirks.

"anything PLEASE i neeeeed you" you've become needier and needier by the second, humping gyu without a care.

the vampire lays you down, stripping you away from your clothes "i didn't specify what i needed" he bends down to your ear "i'd like to feed from you"

you shiver from his breathe brushing against your skin and aggressively nod.

"will you agree to anything i say?" the vampire chuckles.

you moan at the feeling of his knee slightly against your cunt. you nod furiously, beomgyu's eyes widen when you wrap your hands around his head just to push his face to your neck. the vampire was stunned by your willingness, all those times he has asked to sink his teeth into you, you'd flee. round nose grazing the column of your sweaty neck, gyu shivered at how vulnerable you were right now.

a few licks here and there, he stretches his mouth open. you were already a whining mess, but right as you felt beomgyu's sharp fangs dig into your flesh you screamed in pleasure. you didn't know that the pain from a bloodsucking would balance the pain of your heat. while engulfing your blood, gyu massages your sore boobs causing you to lift your hips into him.

"gyu just breed me already"

beomgyu retracts his fangs from you, stripping off his sweats. thinking to himself that he's never really considered you a domestic type but he shivered at the thought of you carrying his baby wolfbats. freeing his cock, he watches you eyes locked, you spread your legs further apart. your pussy lips shining from a great amount of juices, your hole clenching around nothing welcoming anything to be stuffed into you. gyu licks his lips, pumping his dick a few times before inserting himself into you.

it felt like fireworks were going off in your heated mind "f-feels s'good"

clawing your long nails into beomgyu's lower back to have him go deeper inside you. the vampire grunts at how amazing your cunt feels around him, he felt like your horny mind was spreading onto him. he couldn't get enough of the arousing sensations of your gummy walls, the sounds of your moans and bodies slapping against one another. kissing your shoulder a few times he gives into your scent again biting and sucking your shoulder. the pain and pleasure fuels you, the heat has taken over your vision and awareness. all you know that you were feeling good being filled up.

"cum inside"

beomgyu licking the blood off your shoulder, he moves his hand to your clit rubbing it, determined to have you cum with him. millions of pleasurable "yes" fly out of your mouth. your back arched as you came, in return having gyu letting his seed fill you up. your back plops back into the bed, laying there breathless. you look into his red eyes and his long hair sticking to his sweaty skin. gyu witnesses your simple state change as your pupils dilated and breathing from shallow to a fast rate along with hearing your heart pounding so fast he thought you may explode.

"need you again"

"alright, but i'm going to have you turn over this time"

you kneel up to get into beomgyu's face, kiss and smirk at him before you twist your body bending down. ass in gyu's face you wiggle it in front of him. if vampires could die you would be his cause of death.

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after three days of no-stop sex, your wolf was finally satisfied with the full load you had in your belly. you laid there in the messy bed desperately in need for a wash with a small smile on your face and rubbing your tummy. a shirtless vampire, showing off his faded back scratches, enters the room smiling at your contentment,

"you need a shower or bath or something... you look like shit"

your best friend always knew what to say. you lift your torso up and look at him with your infamous puppy eyes, "can you help me, i don't think my legs will allow me to get up"

beomgyu chuckles as he walks towards, kneeling in front of you between your legs. massaging the weak limbs, he gives you sweet pecks on the lips. your fingers brush his long hair to expose more of his face,

"thank you for a great birthday"

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