#when they don't even like it when i take more than 2 seconds to take off my coat and put it in the bin
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Jealous? Nah. (Yes.)
Gojo x Fem Reader: part 2. Minors DNI
Part One
In which, you befriend Suguru and it doesn't sit well with Satoru. He's sure it's just because he doesn't want to lose his best friend, right?
Content: Possessiveness, Jealousy, Eventual smut, Jujutsu College AU, Slight Toxic Relationship, Sexual Themes
When Satoru entered class the next morning, he made a deliberate decision to sit a little farther back than usual, making sure to keep the two surrounding desks next to him clear. And when he saw the familiar frame walk in and make their way to the back like they usually did, he pulled the chair out next to him and urged them to sit.
So, you sat right next to him.
"Hey.", you greeted with a smile as you pulled out your notebook and pencils, plopping them on the desk, "You don't usually sit back here."
"This class is boring. I need something to distract me or else I think I might actually drop out."
And although there was some truth to Gojo's statement, it was also mainly the fact that this was the only class that he had with you without Ieiri, or more importantly, Suguru.
But you thought nothing of it, because even you can admit this class was most definitely not your favorite either. So, you took the company with gratitude as you jotted down notes, while the white haired boy next to you simple peered at your note taking for majority of the lecture.
The class then slowly crept into the second portion of class dedicated to class discussion, in which you turned your body to the boy next to you only to be met with his blue orbs staring at you already,
He remained silent while you kept your gaze, but after coming to the assumption he wasn't going to speak, you took it upon yourself,
"So, what do you think-"
"You have nice handwriting.", Gojo finally blurted out as he then turned his attention to your notebook and pointed, "I like this colored pen, it's the same as my eyes."
You squinted at where he was pointing on your notebook and then quickly rummaged through your pencil case for the exact pen, bringing it up to his eyes,
"It's almost the exact same." you noted in amusement as you brought both the pen and your face closer to his, comparing and analyzing, "But your eyes are more... bright? I think your eye color is prettier."
At your compliment, Satoru's eyes widened ever so slightly as his breath got caught back in his throat. He stared between your eyes and the close proximity of your own face, but quickly returned his composure before you could notice, being too enthralled in his eyes,
"Well, yeah." he scoffed as he turned his head away, furrowing his eyebrows.
You brought your body back to its original seat and attempted to grasp his sudden behavior. He looked... upset? Your eyes then slowly trailed over his face once more and then down to his desk, noticing an empty notebook,
"Did you not take notes?", you asked while he shook his head no.
He replied short and plainly, "I don't take notes."
"I'll send you mine-", you began to offer but were suddenly interrupted by his voice yet again, biting the inside of your cheeks in frustration as you quieted yourself to listen.
"What are you and Suguru?"
You blinked, attempting to process his rather blunt ask. ,"What..?"
"It's a simple question.", his eyes then turned to you, eyeing you from the corner of them as he waited for your answer.
You stared at him for the nth time, finding it all too easy to look right into his cerulean eyes each time they were directed at you, but you shook your head to bring yourself back to the topic,
"We're just friends, why?"
The scowl that Gojo had on his face nearly instantly vanished as he gave a smile in replacement,
"No reason. Anyways, i'm outta here."
And with that said, he grabbed his bag along with his empty notebook and took his exit, not even acknowledging that there was still fifteen minutes left in class.
He had to get to Suguru's before he started his next class.
"What do you want?", the unamused dark haired male asked when he opened his dorm room to find his best friend waiting. He stared him down with a frown as he debated closing the door on him.
The awaiting boy just smiled,
"Not even a hello? How are you? Maybe that you missed me?", he playfully cooed as he let himself into his dorm, tossing his glasses onto the counter before throwing his body onto the bed and letting it go limp, settling on his side, "Wanna cuddle?"
Suguru sighed as he closed the door and walked over to the edge of the bed, "No, not really. I have class in twenty minutes."
"Y/N is in that class, huh?", Satoru asked all too quickly.
Suguru warped his face into a scowl once again, a familiar look he seemed to have with Satoru, "Yeah, she is. I usually meet her at her class before... which aren't you supposed to be in? You know you can't be skipping classes, the professors already don't like you that much. "
Satoru groaned in reply, not getting the reaction or reply he wanted, "Yeah, yeah whatever. But do you think that-"
Now it was his turn to be interrupted when a light melody played from Suguru's phone, followed by a few more rapidly. Did he change his ringtone? Or is it one he had for someone specifically? His questioned seemed to be answered when he quickly looked at his phone with a smile and then put it away,
"Y/N sent me her notes to give to you."
"Why couldn't she just give me them herself?"
"She said she doesn't have your number."
Oh, right.
"Well, give it to me then."
Suguru deadpanned for a moment, this just adding more to his notion he had. But he ultimately gave in without a word and pulled out his phone to send the number over.
"What's her name in your contacts?", Gojo asked as he saved your contact to his own phone, "And her contact photo."
"Why does it matter.", he spat as he began to put his phone away, but the scheming man that was once on his bed shot up and grabbed it away from him before he could.
A nickname... and a photo of you two posed together at the beach... Possibly a photo Shoko had taken based on the finger in the frame?
It was also the most he's ever seen of your exposed body. The way your swimsuit clung to your wet body caused him to pause over it for awhile, forgetting why he took the phone to begin with until the rightful owner snatched it back.
His wide eyes gazed back at Suguru, "What are you guys?", he asked for the second time today.
Suguru scoffed in reply, "What's with all these questions?"
"Y/N says she only see's you as a friend.", he blundered as he once again felt the unsettling feeling in his stomach.
"Satoru.", Suguru said sternly, akin to a parent lecturing a child.
He realized his mistake then and made his way back to the bed, laying down with a sigh,
"Sorry."
Silence followed for a few minutes after, only the occasional sound of Suguru packing his book bag and making his coffee. Two of them were made, one of them in a pink tumblr- so it could only be assumed that one was meant for you.
And Gojo simply stared up at the ceiling, trying to rid himself of the overwhelming amount of emotions he was feeling. Not only did he feel upset over you seeing Suguru so much, he was also upset at Suguru. But why? He had assumed that you were the root of this problem, disrupting his friend group and bond with his best friend. But today, you did nothing that he could directly blame for his turmoil- if anything, the only time he felt actually content today was when you admitted you saw Suguru as just a friend.
On top of all this, he also couldn't rid his mind of the image he had seen of you, constantly letting it enter his forefront and wishing he was there to have seen it in person. It's a simple attraction, he thinks.
Suguru is also pretty lucky, he thinks.
And his train of thoughts ends once he hears the door open, looking over to his friend taking his leave,
"You can stay here if you want, i'll be back in two hours."
Suguru then stayed stagnant at the door for a few more seconds, seemingly thinking something over,
"And if you like Y/N, do something about it. Or else I will."
Oh.
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#geto suguru#geto x reader#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#jjk x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo fluff#gojo smut#geto fluff
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so, Batman #147… rambling about the difference in how Zdarsky portrays the two current Robins
this is a fantastic run for Tim, and very much written like a return to form of what plenty consider the best dynamic duo, but even more so "the best Robin". once Damian's introduced in this run, Zdarsky really makes sure you still know that lol
1. "We don't need anyone else" VS "I need my family"
#147 clearly exemplifies the contrast, so i'll go through it first. Damian, having fallen for Zurr's lie and accepted him as the real Bruce, goes so far as to say in the very first page "We don't need anyone else." it's cold colors, machinery, and hollow declarations of "father and son" for these two.
towards the ending, Tim has deduced where the real Bruce is hiding and brings him food expecting Bruce's knack for self-neglect. it's all warmth, sunshine, and mutual understanding - also a cute back and forth of "Batman and Robin" between them. on top of this, where Damian isolates Batman & Robin from family, Tim is the one to remind Bruce about "helping each other." Bruce heartily agrees with "I need my family" for a weighty end.
along with this parallel, from #138 Tim makes it clear that even in opposition, he's only ever trying to help Bruce. Damian was still on the wrong side with Zurr-induced-Bruce here at the time too 😭
2. Tim's independence as both a hero and partner
Tim is written as the ideal Robin to Bruce's Batman, and has made Robin its own independent hero on equal footing rather than a sidekick - it's made in statements by both Tim and Bruce, and through the entire narrative. he takes initiative and tries to foresee what would ultimately help Bruce. beyond being great partners, there's many bits showing their emotional connection ("i'm scared of being lost, but i'm more scared of losing you, Bruce" hit me like a bag of bricks). tbh this almost could be a Batman and Robin run lol
added the first panel from #126 of Tim declaring he's his own hero outside of Bruce, proven plenty especially in his backups in #131-134!! the other panels are a few highlights from #128, #130, and #135 of the partnership between Tim and Bruce
granted it's Zurr, but Damian is mostly seen following orders and given pensive looking panels when there's something concerning. While Tim continued to represent Batman's ideals during his own solo quest to find Bruce, Damian doesn't question or take action against "Bruce's" sudden shift in ethics
Batman #134 Backup - Tim showing support toward Toyman VS Batman #146 - Zurr and Damian confront Harley as she pleads about her change of heart
another kiinda parallel in #147 is Bruce acknowledging Tim's hard work to become Robin compared to Damian who's out here going Batman and Robin/Father and Son. i don't think it's an intended parallel but just the state of continuing to show Tim in a better light - Tim put in the effort "to become the second-best Robin" while Damian is Robin because..."son." supposedly less effort on his part too, because LOA.
second pic is from Batman/Catwoman The Gotham War: Scorched Earth, felt fitting to add since Tim mentions needing to "know everything" in both. and the humble brag. which ofc Tim believes Dick is the best!! but also. jic we didn't know Tim is the best current Robin sdfgh
3. Damian's blind loyalty as "Bruce's son"
there's a weight to the Robin title when regarding Tim, whereas Damian's "Robin" role is excess and counterintuitive. he's delegated to desperate sidekick to Bruce, as well as becoming an obstacle to the family. being Robin only seems significant to Damian in how it ties himself to his father, and his single Robin quality is a loyalty that's been written to an extreme fault. the only positive angle i could see this in is Zdarsky aiming to put Damian in a sympathetic light in how far Damian was willing to fall to stay by his father's side, hence, fooled by that nightmare story/confession. the problem with this is that we have not seen a single emotional connection between the two in this run, so why should we care about that relationship.
also, Damian constantly bringing up his position as Bruce's son just makes him look entitled? since Bruce rightfully expressed his claim of having the others as his sons too (with the unfortunate exclusion of his daughter)! so it's like a "lol you're not that special" vibe when looking at it from the outside?? ykw concerning #138, Damian saying "You're the one trying to destroy my father" also could have been in contrast to Tim saying "We'll help our dad" at the end.
Zdarsky seems to believe the only meaningful part of Damian being Robin is he's the son of Bruce, and not a single nod to any noble aspect Damian's achieved beyond that. we're constantly reminded of Tim's greatest hits as Robin, from taking on the mantle to pull Bruce out of darkness (#135, #138), mastermind a whole takedown (Gotham War: Scorched Earth), and always being on the same wavelength with Bruce etc. the entire run sings Tim's praise, and it's deserved!! my problem is how it's in stark contrast to Damian's portrayal of being the other Robin who's only special because he believes he's the greatest son and wants to be at Bruce's side.
so all this to say, if your fav is Tim YOU'RE EATING WELL!! personally as a chronic enjoyer of things, this has been an entertaining run! as a chronic enjoyer of Damian, it's definitely not for many of his fans at this point in time.
i did like this part!! his grin!!
#rambling#i'm not v good explaining things besides yelling about how cute Damian is but hopefully the observations are clear enough#instead of an essay i think i should pull up a conspiracy board of all the panels/lines and post it notes of my points#bc writing this has made me go cross eyed trying to verbalize parallels and differences 😭#like. Tim's Robin moments are stunners!! kickass or emotional scenes with or without Bruce!!#then Damian acts like everyone is beneath him and Bruce...when they've barely had any meaningful dialogue with eo#gave Zdarsky the benefit of doubt that Damian was pulling something similar to Morgan Ducard#but ofc that would mean he actually cared about any of Damian’s comics outside of his intro with Morrison 😭#i don't think Zdarsky hates Damian exactly just that he's a convenient character to use as a parallel since there's two Robins ALTHOUGH#thinking of the Batman sketch by Jorge or Zdarsky?? ITS A BLUR at NYCC and Zdarsky added a word bubble with 'Tim is the Best Robin' or smth#he wants to remind ppl of that every so often. like in the batman run. i wouldn't mind it if he wasn't putting my fav against that#especially when they're sharing the title but alas!#this run could be a great sendoff to Tim's Robin era and gaining a new title... or this is all Zdarsky fanboy lol which is fair#ANYWAY BACK TO WHIMSY!! TO DILLY DALLYING AND SHILLY SHALLYING!!
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ALRIGHT, time to talk about the poster in lovely HD.
First things first, I want to talk about these two ladies (?). The upper one closer to the moon looks more like an elf, and is gazing down at the second, closer woman. I've seen people speculate Ziard due to the hair, but none of this usual clothing appendages are there, so I lean towards a new character, and possibly being the human Aaravos had a special connection to. We see what looks like the arches of the Moon Nexus framed behind them, which was the case both when Rayla went through the portal in TTM and when Lujanne used historia viventum to show Callum the way things looked before. Souls of hate and love, maybe?
We see other Moon symbols throughout the posture sure as archangel lunarises, which seek out Moon magic (1x01) and can be used in illusion spells (2x03, 3x09). We also see the enchanted lotuses from 3x03, though for what purpose is unclear (more on that later).
Moving down, we have a fully celestial, quite happy Aaravos. He's in full flourish and clearly using Moon magic for someone, as begetting the moon behind him, though whether he's constructing lotuses or channeling energy into his Key (perhaps making it able to sense Moon magic) is unknown. While the lotuses in 3x03 were occasionally different colours, the deep purple here makes me think of dark magic. If he is channeling his cube, perhaps he's taking moon energy from the lotuses (or moths) surrounding him to put inside.
I don't think I need to scream much further than I already have about the Moon rune glowing on his Key and having it displayed with his usual star symbol (rune cube foreshadowing symbolism my beloved). This bodes well for theories in which 1) Callum goes too far and does something knowingly risky to free the Moon fam for Rayla's sake or 2) does something risky to help Aaravos to protect Rayla's life, each subsequently to being possessed and/or playing into Aaravos' hands. Thank you goodnight.
Then we have the book, which is deeply fascinating. It seems like a very Moon book, the fragments framing it similar to the ones we see on the lotuses and possibly evoking one of the archangel lunaris' flying around. It wouldn't surprise me if the book contains a variant of Deep moon magic of some kind, whatever that would look like. The crescent curved moon is also similar to the symbol we see on Aaravos' poem page for the Midnight Star in show (2x08). I do wonder why each side of the book looks so different though, with no actual visible moon in sight besides the tiny gemstones and the crescent moon, the other side being entirely dark (which, to be fair, is pretty moon-y).
We also sort of but don't quite see Aaravos' famous chest piece, though it is a-glowing. Whether it glowed all the time pre-Fall we just don't know, as the only time we've seen it glow/be filled in is 2x09 when he's channeling magic through Viren, but who knows. It does mean that the cube is even older than his banishment and that if it does hold his chest piece, it was placed after (if it's tangible at all, which has always been one of the biggest questions).
This is perhaps the weirdest thing that I am the most interested in, as alongside his crown and bangles, this is the biggest design difference between Aaravos in-show and out. In show, both in his mirror and even 'pre-Fall' (aka the timeline for the 1x01 shot is probably a lie anyway), Aaravos' hip thingy is a lot more simplistic.
However, Aaravos does have all his flowery (and I mean that literally, it looks like petals) adornment in his concept art.
The fact they have a lotus flower flair to them always felt interesting but ultimately like a coincidence, but perhaps not. Either way as pictured below, it seems like he's either constructing or dismantling the lotuses, which is Eyes Emoji either way.
The most... surely metaphorical / abstract portion of the poster, though, is I'd imagine the very bottom. I hesitate to read into things too literally (one of the S5 posters had Finnegrin's ship being blasted with lightning and Domina watching the waves, and while she featured in the season and played a role in Finnegrin's aims, the scene itself as portrayed did not come fully to fruition) so I'm gonna go with a more symbolic read, just as as disclaimer.
Lastly we have these two figures. I'm assuming the one in white is an elf and betting on young Aaravos or Leola, though it could be someone else connected to the Moon arcanum (the elven daughter who vouched for exiling rather than eliminating humanity?). The red and black shadow figure feels far more sinister (blood and stardust, anyone) but if you lighten the shadows, you get something even more... interesting, shall we say.
Rather than standing up straight, this figure almost seems to swoop down with a draconic like claw and a face that reminds me the most of Sir Sparklepuff's features, honestly, perhaps boasting a similar kind of blood (Viren's) and star (Aaravos) and dark magic (the staff?). It is also clearly moving toward the more humanoid figure on the bottom right, which gives a "corruption is reaching / coming for / offering things to you" sort of vibe.
#tdp meta#tdp#the dragon prince#tdp spoilers#s6 spoilers#promo art#official art#tdp aaravos#aaravos#s6 speculation#s6#arc 2#predictions#analysis series#analysis
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The fallen
Lucifer x reader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
No ones pov:
After y/n explained why she had come down to hell and the super comforting moment she step back then smile as she was then looking around her for her dress "I had a phone in my dress.....and some fae dust. Did you see a little bag made of moon stones and red?"
"Charlie: yeah....we had to change you so that we patch the wound. But why do you need it for?" She ask looking up at the angel as she was taller than her. Maybe 6 ir 7 feet tall.
"I wanted to show you guys earth. Like. Luci he can go to earth if he is summoned and that is pretty rare as all the books with the real summoning circle are at me. And I wanted to see how beautiful free will is for himans. You thought that all people are sinners but is not true my dear" she looks at Lucifer kneeling and touch his cheek "humans are beautiful and they express their emotions with music, art, dance even cooking and clothes. So how does a trip to earth sounds? I may be scolded later but I don't give a fuck" she looks at Lucifer with big puppy eyes just for him to say yes.
Lucifer looks at her and try not to give in but then Charlie make the same face and she sigh and nods his head "We can go to the trip on earth....IF. You take us to some places that are good. Like food and souvenirs ok?"
"I promise. This is gonna be sooooo good. Charlie. You and Vaggie call all the people in this hotel in the lobby. I'll meet you there in 30 ok?"
Charlie nods and takes Vaggie by her hand and witha huge smile and squealing she jumps out of the room. Lucifer laughed softly at that then looks a bit scared at the angel. "What if they recognize us? That we are demons or something? What if Char-Char gets in trouble?"
She place her hamds on Lucifer shoulders and squeeze then a little "Breath in hold for 3 seconds then breathe out Luci. All its gonna be ok. I will make all of us with human appearance on how we looked in our past life and more human without claws and sharp teeth and horns or tail. Its gonna be good. Now go and put on some blue jeans and a white shirt. I am gonna make magic."
She smirks and kiss his cheek then get up and push him out the door then close it. She changed her clothes in a pair of blue short jeans, a white top with long sleeves let her hair loose on her E/C hair loose on her back and puts some shoes on as she then walks to the lobby humming.
In the lobby everyone was excited. To go back to earth? It was a wish come true or to escape a bit from hell. She snap her fingers and everyone was dressed in long or short clothes depending on their preferences and with matching accessories as she opens a portal then wait for Lucifer to come down. Charlie and Vaggie had matching clothes. A t-shirt with 'I'm hers/ she's mine' with arrows to one another and black with red and grey skirts with red shoes. Angel dust had a pink top with a black shorts and high heels boots. Hush had a orange shirt that goes well with his black pants. Alastor had a black modern suit with black shoes.
"Ok so. When we cross over that portal Husk I'll give you some shoes, and for everyone some money to buy what you want except sex toys, booze and drugs. You will have your old look before you died and for the princess, her girlfriend and the king will go with their appearance but without anything demonic. No one will have their powers at more than 10%. Any questions?"
"Angel Dust: You took all my fun by saying no to sex toys and drugs. I wanted new things toots. Ya' lame"
"Alastor: Tell me my dear. Why am dressed like this? It's uncomfortable and the most eyed person." He stare at her with malice as his right eyes twitch
"That is because you came from 1930 right? Right now boys can be with boys and girls with girls open on the street, no more suits only for boys. No long dresses or corsets for girls. You will see"
Lucifer came down with a white shirt and ling blue jeans as she told him to. She smiled at her shyly then look amazed at what she did to all of them "ummmm...is this legal?"
"It is in my world and on free humans will. Let's go!"
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader#x reader#the fallen angel#angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#alastor#charlie morningstar
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I've been really curious about this, who are your top ten Yu-Gi-Oh characters?
Hello! 🌷 Usually, I only have a few favorites. So, aside from the first three, the rest is constantly changing. I'll try to put them in order (all under the cut).
♡. 10 ── Carly Nagisa (5Ds)
What's not to love about her? She's funny, pretty, and a complete mess of a person. She gets in all sorts of trouble, all because she's trying to make a living. I like it when she gets screen time.
♡. 9 ── Noa Kaiba (DM)
He was my favorite as a kid, so I still have a special place in my heart for him. His story made me cry. He did not deserve that. He only wanted others to understand him. You're valid, Noa.
♡. 8 ── Yusei Fudo (5Ds)
It's rare for me to favor a protagonist. That's how you know he's good. This man is a blessing to Yugioh. He has a natural charisma that's impossible to ignore. He's perfect.
♡. 7 ── Bandit Keith (DM)
...I think. I have mixed feelings toward him. I don't even know why he's on this list. I keep going to him in games where Kotsuzuka is not there. So, that must mean I like him, right? I'm confused.
Cross Duel showed me he can be really nice to you if you help him win. I appreciate how he helps other duelists fortify their decks, using the themes they originally had instead of giving them a completely new deck. He cares.
While there's no excuse for what he did to Kotsuzuka and the boys, the fact that, behind that 'bad guy' front, there's a sad, broken man makes me feel bad for him. He deserves to heal.
♡. 6 ── Ryou Bakura (DM)
The anime doesn't do him justice. The more I learn about him through other fans and Duel Links, the more I like him. He's a precious cream puff who likes spooky stuff and is treated terribly by almost everyone. He deserves better (friends).
♡. 5 ── Divine (5Ds)
This man is terrible in every way, and that's the point. I hate that his character was designed to be hated. He gets no backstory, no redemption arc, no nothing. I pity him. He's the worst. I love this guy.
♡. 4 ── Thief King Bakura (DM)
PLEASE give this guy a break. He has gone through enough.
♡. 3 ── Kiyoshi Takaido & Satake (DM)
They share third place because I can't have one without the other. I automatically started loving them because they're close friends with Kotsuzuka. I like that they care about him. These guys have so much potential to explore, and it's a shame we see so little of them.
They're not 'Keith's lackeys'. They're duelists in their own right. They have ambitions and aspirations. They just didn't get to be in the spotlight.
♡. 2 ── Yami Bakura (DM)
Sometimes switches places with Takaido and Satake but usually stays in second place. He's wickedly perfect. From his gorgeous design to how he pretends everything is part of his plan, even though he's literally dissipating into nothingness. And he has the nerve to make empty threats that he never carries out.
There's something beautiful about this ancient evil spirit dedicating his existence to fulfill his objective - all while showing us that he can enjoy normal human activities, like playing games. The complexity of his character captivates me. You can study him for hours, and it will still take you a while to figure him out due to his confusing lore.
The way he makes others suffer causes me to have mixed feelings. Sure, I love angst. I just wish there were some feelings involved.
Seeing him make enemies with almost everyone he crosses paths with makes me think he wants to keep everyone away, and that's sad. I want him to care about someone other than himself. I want someone to care about him.
♡. 1 ── Ghost Kotsuzuka (DM)
Yes, that one guy who's known for using Zombie-Type monsters. That short, spooky 15-year-old who walks around hunched over pretending to be a ghost, not realizing he's too cute to be scary. That naive boy who trusted the wrong person and then was unlucky enough to cross paths with the main antagonist. He's my favorite.
I love him. The way his eyes light up when he talks about the things he likes is adorable. I could listen to him gush about ghosts for hours.
His character tends to be frustratingly misinterpreted and overlooked. It's sad that some people think of him as nothing more than collateral damage to Yami Bakura's 'mischief'. He deserves better than that.
When you see past his 'side antagonist' role, you realize he's a precious little guy who's trying his best. Behind that ghostly, mischievous smile, there's a lost youth looking for guidance from a 'big bro' figure he can look up to, whether he realizes this or not.
Despite the differences in his characterization between the manga, anime, and games, one thing remains consistent. He grows into someone who wants to prove he can duel by himself.
But what does he get? Nothing but pain. Betrayed, deceived, ending up dead or lost in the darkness, condemned in almost every canon, with only his sentient Duel Links data to remember him by.
He only wanted to duel.
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I'll stop here. Otherwise, I'll be talking about Kotsuzuka for hours. Thank you so much for the ask! ♡ Sorry that it took a while. I was struggling to organize what I wanted to say for some of the characters, and I wanted to add some art :3
Keep in mind that I've only seen Duel Monsters and the first half of 5Ds, so there are many characters I don't know yet.
#yugioh#yami bakura#ghost kotsuzuka#kiyoshi takaido#satake#bonz#Bandit Keith#Yami Bakura talk#Kotsuzuka talk#Bandit Keith talk#Yugioh talk#Duel Monsters#yugioh sid#yugioh zygor#Takaido#yugioh fanart#fanart#my art#yugioh 5ds#yugioh bonz
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You Won't Regret Me/ 2
Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader
Word count- 5.8k
Includes- enemies to lovers, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, squirting, multiple orgasms, kinda fluff but not really
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One week later
J POV
Standing at the bar, I wait in line to order a drink
Hongjoong wanted to go out again and we came to the club
He needed to let off some steam
Being the leader of a gang is hard and we all support him
We've been here awhile and he's off making out with some girl he'll take home and fuck
So lucky he'll get some
"What are you ordering?", someone asks, coming up next to me
I glance over then roll my eyes when I see it's Wooyoung
I so don't want to talk to him
I hate his stupid ass
And even more because of last week
When he fucked the life out of me and honestly gave me the best orgasms of my life
I don't know what the fuck came over me, letting him touch me, kiss me, put his dick inside me
Let him cum inside me and leave his cum to drip into my underwear all night
I threw that pair out as soon as I got home and scrubbed myself clean
And I swore that was the last time I'd ever let Jung, Wooyoung touch me
Except I've been thinking about him
Well, not him exactly since I can't stand him
More like his dick, how it felt and how good it was
"Well?", he prompts
I glare at him, hating how hot he looks
His stupid black hair in a ponytail, his stupid jeans, his stupid button down shirt, that beauty mark under his eye that drives me crazy since I noticed it last week
God, I abhor him
"Fuck off Jung", I snap, rolling my eyes
"Oh my god, cranky much? It's just a question", he snorts
"I'm not letting you cut in front of me. Get your ass in the back of the line", I snarl, figuring that's what he wants
He wouldn't talk to me otherwise
He hasn't all week and we've unfortunately been around each other for gang business
"That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking what are you getting?"
"Two vodka shots", I growl, "Happy?"
"Not particularly", he shrugs
I close my eyes, counting down from ten
He's such a cocky motherfucker
Thinks he's the shit, thinks he better than me
Thinks I don't deserve to be Hongjoong's second in command, as if I haven't earned it or literally supported Hongjoong since we were kids
He's rude, arrogant and annoying
And stupidly beautiful
Fucking asshole
"Do you want to get out of here?", he asks after a minute of silence
I look at him shocked
Is he talking to me?
I look around me to make sure there's no girl behind me or something
"I'm talking to you Joanne", he scoffs
"You want to go somewhere with me?", I repeat is disbelief
"To fuck", he clarifies, "Not on a date or anything stupid like that"
Well he's full of himself
"As if I'd ever say yes to you" I snort, "I'd rather slit my own throat"
He rolls his eyes, "Please. I'd cut my tongue out before asking you on a date. You just happen to have a tight pussy that feels good"
"And why would I give it to you?", I snap
Seems like he doesn't care about insulting me as he asks me to fuck him
What a prick
"Because I have a cock that you happen to love", he says gleefully, "I'm the only one who gave you...what was it you said? Oh yes, the best orgasm you had in awhile"
I knew he'd never let me live that down
Fucking shit head
"That's only because you're the first guy I fucked in awhile. Anything would of been good", I lie
"Uh huh. Sure", he smirks, getting under my skin, "So you wanna leave?"
"And go where?", I snap
"You're apartment"
Well he has it all figured out doesn't he
"Why my apartment?"
"Mine is messy right now"
"Why are we going anywhere when the bathroom worked fine last time?"
"Want more room", he says, "Want to be comfortable"
"You're saying that as if I'd ever want you in my apartment period", I snap
He sighs, looking annoyed, "Look I want to fuck you ok? And I know you want me too after last time. So can we just skip all the fighting and just go?"
I glare at him
Yeah ok, I want him
But I don't know why he wants me
He can have any girl who doesn't hate him and who will be much nicer than I am
"Why me? Why don't you just pick up some other girl and leave me alone?"
He blows out a breath, "Because you gave me the best sex I ever had ok? Because that orgasm was the best I ever had. Because you feel the best. Happy?"
"Not particularly", I shoot back
He looks at the ceiling like he's contemplating just walking away
And if it was before last week I'd tell him to fuck off
But I can't
"Let's go", I tell him, walking off the line and heading for the exit
I don't even have to look behind me to know he's following
"My car's this way", he says, leading me in the direction
Once in the car, he asks for my address and I can't believe I'm giving it to Wooyoung
He puts it into the gps and starts driving
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He drags me to my room, sitting me on the bed
He's been blessedly silent the whole drive here and I'm guessing that's gonna end now
"Let's get this off you", he smirks as he pulls my shirt up and off, "Seeing as how we have the whole bed to fuck anyway we want, I think it'd be nice to see your tits bouncing"
"You're a pig", I snap
He rolls his eyes, leaning down as his hands undo my bra
"But you like it", he teases
Then before I can say anything, his lips are against mine, kissing me
And stupidly, all thoughts leave my brain as I kiss him back, my head spinning, my body on fire
Fuck him and his amazing kisses
Fucking bullshit is what it is
He throws my bra somewhere, my hands immediately pushing his shirt up
He pulls away to take it off and I stare at his body, hating him even more for how hot he is
I didn't get to see him much last time, as I was clinging on to him or facing away from him when his shirt was off
But goddamn
I slowly lay my palms on his muscular chest, moving them across him and feeling his soft skin
I can feel how strong he is and it's making me embarrassingly wet
I move my hands down to his stomach, touching the rock hard abs he has, tracing the lines of muscles
He moans and I look up, surprised to see him biting his lip, his eyes closed, face in pleasure
Guess he likes to be touched
And stupid me, with my girl dumbassery of liking abs and muscles, will continue to happily touch him
And do more
Leaning closer to him, I press my lips against the skin of his abs, kissing him
"Fuck", he whimpers and I take that as a sign to keep going
Stupid me presses kiss after kiss all over his abs, licking the soft skin in between pecks
My hands have a mind of their own because they're sliding down to his belt, undoing it as I continue to kiss him
I get the button and zipper of his jeans undone, pulling his jeans and boxers down, my lips against his lower stomach
Pushing him back slightly, I keep my lips attached to his skin as I move down on my knees, my hand moving around his cock, jerking him off
"Fuck baby", he groans as I trail kisses down to his dick, then up along his length
When I get to his head, I lick his cum from his crying slit, groaning at how good he tastes
Because of course he fucking does
I spend some time swirling my tongue around his head, then licking up and down his cock so slowly, his moans so pretty to listen to
Licking to his head again, I take it in my mouth and suck on it softly
"Yes fuck"
I raise my eyes up to find him biting his lip, already watching me
I move down his cock with each suck, jerking off the rest of him that's not in my mouth
Goddamn he has a massive cock
It's so thick, stretching my mouth, so heavy on my tongue
He's so hard and so annoyingly good to suck on
As I move further down his dick, I can't fucking believe I'm doing this
And enjoying it
If someone would have told me I'd be on my knees in my room, sucking Wooyoung's cock, I'd have shot that person in the face
But here I am, getting wet from how hard he is and from the noises he's making
His tip presses against the back of my throat, making me gag and he immediately pulls out a bit
"Don't baby. Don't hurt yourself. It's ok", he says softly, his fingers moving in my hair
I'm so shocked at the tenderness in his voice, almost like he cares about hurting me
I don't like it
I need him to be the asshole he always is
I roll my eyes, making sure he sees it, then push down on his shaft more
I can deepthroat him, it'll just take a little for me to get him all in
I take my time moving down, sucking on him as I go, tears pooling in my eyes
I give a damn good blow job and I want him to love it
I want him to know that I, the girl he hates, gave him the best blow job of his life
I finally get him all inside my throat, forcing my throat to relax
"Fuck, god. Feels so good", he chokes out
If I could smile I would
Holding his hips, I pull back, halfway down his cock
Breathing in, I surge back up, bottoming him out, his cock hitting the back of my throat and going down more
I choke but get it under control, then start bobbing my head up and down his entire dick
Tears run down my face, spit dripping down from my mouth as I fuck my throat on his cock, choking now and then
"Yes fuck. Goddamn Jo", he groans, watching me, "Fuck, so that fucking mouth is good for something other than shit talking"
I glare at him, the asshole in him coming back out
"Good to know that when you're being a bitch, I can just get you to be quiet by shoving my cock down your throat", he smirks, his fingers twisting in my hair
I growl, pressing my nails into the skin of his hips, a yelp coming from him
"Oh did I hit a sore spot?", he snaps, holding onto my hair hard, keeping me in place, "After all, you're the one with my cock down your throat, princess"
I bristle at the nickname
The one I called him before
He's such an asshole
"Keep your mouth open", he demands and like an idiot, I do
He snaps his hips, driving his cock down my throat, then pulls back out just to do everything all over again
And I just take it, letting him fuck my throat and moaning
"Someone likes getting their throat fucked huh?", he grunts, his hips moving fast, my mouth trying to suck on him as he moves in and out, "Such a slut for cock. I didn't even have to ask you to blow me. You did it all on your own princess"
Yeah I know
I'm an idiot
I just gave him more ammunition to fuck with me
"Wonder if Hongjoong knows that his tough bitchy best friend likes getting her throat fucked by my cock and is moaning like a whore on top of it"
I hate him
If Hongjoong didn't care about him, I'd murder him with my bare hands
Tears blind me as he keeps going, his cock throbbing in my mouth, his moans of pleasure getting louder and louder
"When I cum you swallow it all. Got it?", he demands
And like a pathetic loser, I just nod
"Good girl"
I fucking hate when someone calls me that, I never let anyone call me that but of course when he does it, it does nothing but turn me on more
And make me want to be his good girl
I'm so fucked up
"Yes fuck! Joanne", he moans, his hips stalling as his cock buries in my throat, warm cum spurting
The taste of his cum is so fucking good and I eagerly swallow on his cock again and again
He moans and whimpers the whole time as I suck all his cum from his cock
He pulls out when he's finished and I sit back on my heels, swallowing and breathing in
"Are you ok?", he pants, "I didn't hurt you right?"
I stand up, rolling my eyes
"No", I croak out, "I've deepthroated other cocks before. Some bigger than yours so no you didn't hurt me"
He glares at me hatefully, then pulls me to him, his lips against mine in a kiss
My arms move around his neck on their own, my body pressing against his, feeling his warm skin on mine
His fingers tangle in my hair as he kisses me silly, his tongue playing with mine
Turning us, he pushes me down on the bed, his hands pulling my pants and panties down as he kisses me
Once they're off, his hands push my legs open, him mouth leaving mine and attaching to my pussy
"Oh f-", I choke, his tongue delving into my hole, wiggling when it's inside
"Mm you taste good", he murmurs, sliding his tongue up and rubbing it against my clit
I feel my cunt get soaked, the pleasure intensifying
Lifting my head, I watch him use his tongue on me, his eyes closed, a look of pleasure on his face too
I hate to say it but he looks incredibly hot in between my legs
And his tongue is amazing, switching between using the tip and the flat of it, pressing hard then lightly, fast then slow
I fucking hate him for it
He kisses my pussy, then slides his tongue between my lips, moaning into me
"Fuck", I whisper, so turned on
His eyes open, staring intensely at me as his tongue drags up my pussy again and again
I can't tear my gaze from his, the heat coming from them making my body shiver
His hands squeeze my thighs hard, his mouth wrapping around my clit and sucking softly
"Oh my god", I moan, bliss wracking through my body, my hand pulling his ponytail out and sinking into his hair, holding on tightly
With each suck, he goes harder, keeping his tongue firmly against my clit with each move his mouth makes
I get lost in the pleasure, holding his head against my pussy, my body arching
He slurps desperately on my clit, the sound so erotic, the sight of his jaw sucking driving me crazy
The next suck has me coming, pleasure washing over me as I scream his name
He groans, sucking me through it, my body shaking against the mattress
As soon as I finish, he pushes my legs up, his tongue swirling around my hole, moaning, pleasure taking over again
"Fucking pussy cream tastes so fucking good", he groans, my brain malfunctioning at his words, as his tongue dives into my hole
My pussy clenches around it, his pretty moan reaching my ears
His tongue moves rapidly in and out, tongue fucking my pussy, the sounds it makes so obscene and....hot
His finger presses against my clit, rubbing as his tongue keeps going, the pleasure increasing and my pussy getting wetter
My fingers twist in his hair, I can't stop the moans falling from my mouth, the pleasure astounding
I swear no one has eaten me out this good before
It's like he knows just what to do to drive me insane
Which figures since he drives me fucking crazy all the time with his attitude and just his personality
Figures someone I hate knows how to eat pussy incredibly
Jerk
"Need you to come for me", he grunts, "Need to taste you again"
I groan, my hips moving against his face as he tongue fucks me, his fingers playing with my clit in time with our movements
"Mmm baby desperate to cum huh?", he murmurs between tongue thrusts, "Fucking my face like a good girl"
Shivers run up my back from hearing him call me good girl again
"Cum around my tongue now", he demands, "Now princess"
"Fuck, Wooyoung!", I cry, his tongue shoving all the way in as I release all over it, his fingers rubbing my clit the entire time
I lay there dazed after the pleasure fades, his tongue moving as he licks up all my cum
"Fuck princess", he says when he finishes, lifting his head up, his face so wet with juice and cum
God, he's so hot
"I think I need to eat your pussy everyday", he says, wiping his mouth
Yeah well after that, I'd let him
He moves over me, his mouth against mine, kissing me
Moving my arms around his neck, I kissed him back, hating how much I like his kisses
He moves my legs around him but before his cock can go in, I stop him
"Seriously?", he growls
I roll my eyes, "Lay down"
"Why?", he asks suspiciously
God, can't he just fucking be compliant for once?
I push him off me and roll him to his back, climbing in his lap
He smirks, "Oh you wanna ride me huh?"
"No shit", I tell him
"Are you any good at it?", he scoffs, "Because I've had girls talk a big game but they only lasted for less than five minutes"
"I'm good at it", I answer
I am
I love riding dick
Most of the time it's the only way I can cum during sex
Unfortunately Wooyoung doesn't seem to have a problem making me orgasm
Asshole
"Heard that before", he snorts, "If you suck, just tell me now and I'll fuck you instead of wasting time"
"I will ride your dick until you're crying and begging me to let you cum", I growl
"Ha!", he laughs, "That will never happen. I don't cry or beg while fucking. You will"
I admit I probably will because I'm not a big macho baby about it
If it feels really good, like overwhelmingly good, I've cried before
And after last time I have no doubt that he can make me cry from pleasure
But he definitely will too
"So will you"
"Negative"
"Uh- huh", I say, rolling my eyes
Guess I'll just have to prove it to him
Reaching between us, I hold his hard dick up and align him to my entrance
I sit on his dick, getting his head in, then continue sinking down
Slowly
Last time he just barreled in and yes it felt good but this time I want to feel every inch of his fat cock
As I push down, I wiggle my hips, taking him in, feeling the utter pleasure of his thick cock stretching my pussy wide open
Each inch makes me wetter, gives me more and more pleasure
And makes him moan loudly
I smile, watching the pleasure on his face as he slides in deeper
"Mm feels good baby?", I tease
"Yes", he breathes
"Feels so good. Guess you are good for something", I moan, bottoming him out, his head nestled against my spot, my pussy throbbing around him
I move my hips grinding and rocking on him, his head rubbing my spot, making bliss run up my spine
"Fat cock opening my pussy so well", I murmur, "Can wait to bounce on it"
"Yes fuck"
"Want that? Want me to bounce on this cock, make you feel so good?"
He nods, his hands gripping my hips, his hips pressing up, making sure his cock is buried inside me as much as he can be
And god, he fills me so perfectly
I loathe him for it
Rocking once more on his cock, I can't take it
I need to ride him
Leaning on his abs, I move my hips up, sliding all the way up his cock to his head
I squeeze his head tightly as I start sliding down his dick, clenching his length over and over as I move
"Oh fuck!", he cries, his eyes watching my pussy take him in
Bouncing on him, I start slow, slipping up and down, feeling every hard inch of his cock moving inside me
"Oh god", I cry, moving a little faster with each bounce, leaning back, my hands on his thighs
I feel my pussy get wetter and wetter with each stroke, the pleasure mounting
"God, I hate you for having such a good dick", I murmur, my body feeling hot, sweat all over me, "Hate how good you feel inside me"
He feels amazing, spreading my pussy wide open again and again, making me pulse around his incredibly hard shaft
My pussy devours his cock with each bounce, sucking him in so fucking deep, feel him in my stomach
It's pleasure like I've never felt before
"I hate you for having the perfect cunt", he groans, his eyes watching my pussy on him, "I hate how pretty your swollen lips look opening for my cock, hate that I love how much you cream my dick, hate how good your throbbing pussy feels"
I smirk
I like him hating all that about me
I like making him eat his words, making him realize he wants the person he hates more than any other girl
And he's gonna hate me even more when I make him cry and beg to cum
Moving my hands to his stomach, I bounce faster, grinding on his cock every time I take him in, making his fat head rubbing my spot
"Fuck Wooyoung", I say breathlessly, loving the way his eyes roam my body
Like he doesn't know where to look
It just turns me on more
"Want you to cum on me", he moans, his fingers squeezing my hips, "Please. Need to feel it"
"Oh you like how it feels?", I tease
Really though, I'm surprised at that
"Yes", he groans, "It feels so fucking good. Want it"
Well he's lucky, cause his cock is bringing me right there
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum", I moan, riding his cock harder, his head smacking my spot each time, my nails digging into his stomach, "Fuck Wooyoung, fuck"
Sliding down his cock, I lose it, climaxing, incredible bliss falling over me
"Fuck yes! Yes!", he yells as I ride the waves of pleasure his perfect cock is giving me
I hate that he gives me such incredible orgasms
Of course it has to be him
As I come down from it, he begs, "Fuck me. Please fuck me baby. Cum again for me"
Fuck, guess he really does like how my orgasms feel
"Ride me! Joanne ride me!", he yells, bucking his hips up, his head rubbing my spot
I begin moving again, slamming down his cock with each move, impaling my pussy on him
"Yes, fuck yes", he groans, his hands sliding up my body, wrapping around my boobs, "God you're so pretty. I fucking hate how pretty you are"
Yeah well the feeling is mutual
I hate how hot and good looking he is
He sits up slightly, his mouth wrapping around my nipple, sucking desperately, making my pussy gush around his length, the pleasure spiking
I moan loudly, my hand moving into hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands
He takes my free hand and moves it between us, pressing my fingers into my clit
"Play with yourself for me", he murmurs against my nipple
I don't think, my fingers moving on my clit right away as I bounce on him
The bliss shoots up, the pleasure from my clit making my cunt clench incredibly hard around his cock
His mouth switches to my other nipple, sucking on it, his fingers digging into my back as he holds me against him
I keep bouncing, just letting the euphoria wash over me, listening to his pretty moans
Moving off my boob, he lays back down, watching me, lust burning in his eyes
"Mmm yeah princess", he groans, "So pretty, playing desperately with your little clit. That pretty pussy is making such a big mess on me. Feels good?"
I nod, biting my lip, tears pricking the corners of my eyes
It feels so good, each bounce on his dick making my body shake uncontrollably
"So close baby", he murmurs, his eyes on my cunt, "Make yourself cum. Wanna see it, wanna feel it"
"Fuck Wooyoung!", I scream as astounding ecstasy wracks my body, tears running down my face, my fingers rubbing my clit as I bounce, my pussy squirting all over him
Oh my fucking god
His hands stay on my hips, bouncing me on his cock, getting me through it
I don't know which way is up, I can't do anything but feel
When I come out of it, I lean on his chest, catching my breath
"Good princess?", he asks
I look down at him, surprised to see softness in his eyes, his fingers softly running up and down my thigh
I nod, nothing snarky coming to mind to say
"Yeah baby", I answer
Then his smirk comes back and I roll my eyes
"Good. Ride me. I need to cum in your pussy"
I snort but I listen, for now, and bounce on him again
"I hate to admit it", he groans, "But you are so fucking good at riding cock"
I know
I move faster, making sure I clench on his cock the entire time I slip up and down, rocking on his dick once I bottom him out
It feels so good and from his moans it feels good for him too
I smirk, like seeing him in pleasure because of me
I don't stop riding him, his moans getting louder and louder, his body shaking in bliss
"I'm...I....I'm", he groans
I feel his cock throbbing, his fingers digging into my hips more with each bounce
"Fuck, fuck fuck", he cries
And I slide up and off his cock
"What happened?", he asks, looking dazed
"You can't cum so easily", I berate him, "Especially after insulting me and my cock riding abilities"
"You're fucking joking", he snaps
"Oh no sweetie", I smirk, "I said I was going to ride your dick until you're crying and begging me to cum. And that's what I'm going to do"
His eyes narrow, "That is not going to happen"
"Then you're not going to cum"
"Joanne!", he shouts
"Shh baby", I taunt, leaning over him and kissing his lips, "Yelling and whining will get you nowhere"
He glares at me as I get his cock back inside my pussy, this time rocking and grinding on his length, purposely tightening on him repeatedly while moving
His eyes lose the glare, becoming more and more fucked out with each circular move of my hips, groans spilling from him mouth
I smirk, leaning on his broad chest, feeling his soft skin under my hands
"Oh god", he cries, his cock pulsing again
And once again, I get off him and sit on his legs
"Fuck!", he roars, "Why?"
"You know why"
"Goddamn it!", he shouts, his body trembling from his denied orgasm
I wait a minute until he's relaxed enough then sit back on his cock, his whimpers so pretty as I ride him
I edge him three more times, his voice becoming more and more desperate, his body moving from trembles to shakes with each denial
And I'm fully enjoying torturing him like this
It's fun and it feels good for me at the same time
Taking him in again, I bounce short bounces, just sliding up slightly on his cock before slamming back down, clenching each time
His cock throbs almost immediately, he wants to cum so bad
"Don't get off", he begs, while I keep moving, rocking on him, pleasure in my body as well, "Please don't get off"
"But you said you're not going to beg", I smirk evilly
"I'll beg. I'm sorry. Please...ngggh... need to cum"
I laugh, grinding faster on him, "You don't need to cum. No one needs to orgasm"
"I want too! Please"
I tilt my head to the side, "Hmmm no"
"Why?", he yells, his cock so close
"Because you're not crying yet"
And I move off him, sitting on his abs
"No!", he shouts, tears bursting from his eyes, "No please. Baby please. I...I need you"
I smile, satisfied
"There we go", I coo, "Wanted to see those pretty tears"
Leaning over, I lick a tear running down his face, smirking at him as he sobs
"Please", he whimpers
I glance back at his cock, smirking at how much it's straining, how hard it is, his head red and slit crying cum
It makes me so much more horny too
Easing back onto his cock, I sit on him, clenching hard around him
"Please let me cum. Please. Fuck"
"Hmm", I smirk, cock warming him for a few seconds, "I wonder if Hongjoong knows that one of his members cries and begs to cum during sex?"
"I don't..I don't know"
"What do you think he'd say about that?"
"I don't know!", he wails, tears flowing freely down his face, "I don't care! I want you! Please! Bounce on my dick!"
"Like this?", I tease, sliding up to his head, then taking him all back in quickly
"Yes like that! Please like that"
"What will happen if I keep doing that?", I ask, bouncing again only one time
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Is that what you want?"
Another bounce
"Yes!", he yells
"Oh? Tell me what you want"
"Wanna cum", he sobs, his cock so hard inside me, my pussy throbbing as I use his cock to fuck my spot
"Where?"
"You're pussy!", he whines, "Wanna cum deep inside your pussy. Wanna fill you up. Want your pussy to milk my cock. Please"
"Hmmm", I laugh, riding his cock at a quicker pace, pleasure running through my veins as I watch him cry, "I may let you cum. But you have to wait until I cum again and only when I say you can"
"Yes, ok!", he nods, his breathing labored, the tears not stopping
"Ok then"
Leaning over him, I put my hands on his shoulders and I ride him hard, my bed hitting the wall over and over, my pussy impaling on his unbelievably hard cock over and over
"Fuck Woo. So good!", I cry, so close, "Baby's cock is so hard"
"I can't", he sobs, his nails digging into my hips, "I can't hold it"
"You have too", I demand, moving as fast as I can, the pleasure so fucking much
"Please cum", he chokes out, "Please baby, I can't...please cum"
Slamming down, his cock smashes my spot, stars blasting in my vision as I cum, ecstasy taking over my body
"Wooyoung!", I scream
"Oh god! Oh god! I...I...", he yells
"Cum for me Wooyoung", I whimper, the euphoria blinding me, "Fill my pussy baby"
"Joanne! Fuck!", he screams, holding me down on his dick as he explodes inside me, warm cum filling me fast
I watch him cum, the sight under me so fucking beautiful
His whole body shakes, a sheen of sweat all over him, his hair soaked, his head pushed back into the pillows
Ecstasy is all over his face, tears streaming from his eyes, his voice screaming my name repeatedly
His hips move up, keeping him buried deep inside me, his cum making me feel so satisfyingly full
"Yes Woo, all of it", I murmur, rocking on his dick again, "Give me all your cum baby"
He makes a choking crying sound as he finishes, his body slumping into the bed, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he pants
"Good?", I ask
"Fucking....", he gasps, "Incredible. Intense. Best .....ever"
I giggle, lean over and kiss his cheek
Then I slide off him and lay down next to him, catching my breath too
He turns his head to me, his eyes opening, the pretty brown irises on me
"Don't tell anyone I cried or begged you", he demands
And just like that, he's an asshole again
"I won't", I snap
"Good", he growls
I roll my eyes, then turn away from him
Getting comfortable, I lay on my pillow and close my eyes
"I'm gonna leave"
"So go", I tell him
I really don't care
"Aren't you going to let me out?"
"No", I snort, "I'm sure you can find the way to the door"
"What about locking your door?"
"Leave it", I answer, just wanting him to be quiet
"What if I decide to stay?"
Oh Jesus
"So stay", I growl, "I don't care"
I just want to sleep
I don't care whether he leaves or not
"You're not really leaving me a choice. I'm not leaving your door unlocked all night"
"It's fine. Go if you want. Stay if you want"
"Do you want me to stay?"
That's it
"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep", I yell, so tired of hearing his big mouth, "Just shut up"
"Fine", he says
I feel him get up and honestly, a pang of disappointment that he's leaving hits my chest
Whatever, I'm not dwelling on it right now
I can freak out tomorrow if it's warranted
The light in the room turns off, then I feel a dip in the bed behind me as he gets back into it
His body presses against mine, his skin warm and soft, his arm wrapping around my waist, holding me against him
"I cuddle when I sleep with someone", he says softly
"It's fine", I say, my heart pounding a little faster, "Just go to sleep"
"Ok", he whispers, "Night"
"Night", I answer, ignoring how good it feels to be in his arms
It's just because I haven't slept next to someone in awhile
Anyone would feel good
Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I let the exhaustion wash over me and I wait for sleep
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I see! Sorry about that! I wouldn't have asked for part 2 if I know you don't! Can I request Mammon accidentally confessing to Reader? Like he was so relaxed because he had such a good day that he blurted it out to her?
Pride {Mammon}
A/n: the way tumblr replaced the yellow colour with orange is criminal because I can't colour my title in orange when Mammon's colour is yellow
Pairing: Mammon x fem!reader
Trigger warnings: none
It had taken both you and Mammon a great deal of time to get close to each other. It was chaotic when you finally got used to each other but to Mammon it was also comforting. He didn't want to admit it but it was more comforting than chaotic despite his carefree nature.
And he thought about it a lot when he was alone running errands or relaxing in his bed or even gambling. All he could think about most of the time was how much better whatever he was doing would be if you were there with him. Truth be told, he knew you would save him from a lot of trouble and therefore punishments from Lucifer.
Slowly, as time went by, Mammon's days were divided in two parts: him thinking about you and you being there with him.
Don't get him wrong though, he will still complain whenever you are with him, doing homework, shopping, you name it and he will definitely be complaining. Because Mammon isn't dumb. He knows he can't confess for a miriad of reasons.
For one, you are human; a human who is there for a short amount of time and will eventually most likely leave. Then there's this law the Devildom has: no dating between humans and demons. No one could guarantee that this law hasn't been broken before but Mammon is a Lord, a Sin, he is literally the second most powerful Sin he can't just go around dating a lowly human.
Lucifer would make sure he'd never see the light of his golden credit card ever again.
"Devildom calls to Mammon!" You playfully push him, not hard enough to make him fall off your bed but ard enough to bring him back to reality. "It's your turn."
"Ugh, I can't figure this game out." He throws the UNO cards on your bed and falls back on your pillows.
"Mammon, it's simple, you just need to focus!"
"I can't!" He raises his voice, something the two of you do just for fun.
"Come on!" You whine and throw your cards on top of his before starting to shake him. Mammon is far from phased, he is just looking at you while you're playfully shaking his shoulders.
"You're cute."
"What?" Your expression turns serious but you don't stop shaking him, maybe out of shock.
"What?" He repeats in the same shocked voice as you as the two of you look at each other with wide eyes.
Mammon was in a dilemma. Should he tell you the truth? Tell you this was a mistake?
"Do you mean it?" You gently let go of him and sat on your knees next to him on the bed. There was a slight glimpse of something that looked like hope in your eyes and you were looking down at him and Mammon could swear that he could see a small smile on your lips.
He paused, a light blush staining his cheeks and as soon as he felt the familiar warmth settling on his cheeks, he looked away. "What does the great Mammon gets if he tells ya the truth?" He propped himself on his elbows.
"A kiss on the cheek?" Your reply was cheeky and he knew you were somewhat playing with his feelings because there was no way you would be okay with this. Not when you were so set on always following the rules.
But Mammon couldn't bring himself to lie, even if you were playing with him. "Yeah... you're... cute... I like you." He mumbled, his voice coming out as a whisper.
"Like?" That small smile on your lips grew bigger and Mammon quickly sat up.
"Hey, don't go around being all proud of it."
"But the great Mammon likes me." You teased him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
"Well..." Mammon's puffed out his chest, an odd sense of pride taking over him. "I mean logically speaking you should parade it around, however I will make an exception for you because you're beautiful and all that." You happily cheered and cupped his face between your hands, squeezing his cheeks before planting a big kiss on his lips. "I've more where that came from..."
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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 3/8
Chapter summary
Through the mysterious mailbox, Crowley and Aziraphale get to know each other and their bond grows stronger...
On Ao3
Rating G - 3764 words
Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3
April 15, 2024 - 7:00 a.m.
Crowley, his heart beating a little faster than usual, approached the mailbox from which the flag was raised.
He opened the flap and unfolded the note with slightly shaking fingers.
Thank you for this lovely gesture. I haven't stopped wearing it since I received it. But how did you know that tartan is one of my favorite things?
You tell me that this connection with me allows you to open up to others and not feel alone, and you ask me if I want to continue this correspondence?
I don't want to stop either! I feel the benefits in my life as much as you do.
I don't know if we'll ever meet, but I want to keep getting to know you and for you to get to know me.
Let me know what you like, what you don't like, what makes you tick, whatever you feel like writing.
Sincerely.
Aziraphale.
Crowley, not realizing he was holding his breath, let out a sigh of relief, tucked the letter in his pocket, and left. He had to get to work before he could write. It was no longer a matter of writing a short note; he wanted to take the time to think before he could answer Aziraphale.
As he walked through the school gates a few hours later, even though he loved his job, for once he couldn't wait for the day to be over.
April 17, 2022
Aziraphale was reading Crowley's latest letter, a steaming cup of tea beside him, sitting in what had become his special Crowley corner, the armchair in front of the bay window.
As for the tartan, I was really acting on a hunch, I saw this scarf and thought you'd like it.
A little more about me:
I became an astronomy teacher because I've always loved the stars and planets. I lived in a country village as a child and was fascinated by the night sky.
My favorite color is red, although I pretty much only wear black.
My favorite spirit is Talisker and I love spicy food.
Queen is the best band! (I won't accept any arguments to the contrary).
My favorite book is Persuasion by Jane Austen.
I love to drive my old Bentley.
I'm afraid of fire.
I can't stand cruelty, condescension, and lying, especially people who lie to themselves.
And I hate people who feed bread to ducks (it's not good for them).
I love the lake house.
Aziraphale laughed slightly at the humorous tone of the letter, then finished his tea before fetching his notepad to begin writing his reply.
April 19, 2024
Crowley, sitting cross-legged on his sofa, Harry curled up in a ball on his lap, read the latest letter from Aziraphale.
I love old things, especially old books. In my antique shop, the only thing I refuse to sell are old books. I prefer to keep them for myself.
I love restoring old furniture and objects to their former glory.
I also drive an old car, an old yellow Beetle from 1941.
My favorite book is Pride and Prejudice, but Persuasion is a close second.
I listen to my favorite classical music on an old gramophone, but I also have Queen records. (Which I listen to sometimes and I won't deny that they are the best band).
I like to draw, or rather make sketches that I never finish.
My favorite drink is sherry and occasionally a good glass of French red wine from Bordeaux. I love sweets more than anything and especially French crêpes.
I also dislike lies, prejudices, and gratuitous meanness - well, just plain meanness.
I also like the lake house. A lot. A lot. (All the more, since it seems to be what made our connection possible.)
As for the ducks, what should I feed them if I see any on the lake?
How did you come to live at the lake house?
Crowley reread the letter, folded it, and placed it in the small metal box where he'd put the others before going to bed and thinking about what he'd answer the next day.
April 21, 2022
It was a day of rest, and Aziraphale was still in his bathrobe when he left the house to see if there was any mail. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Crowley had already replied, if the little flag was to be believed. He refused to think about the fact that his heartbeat had quickened for that reason, attributing it to the fact that he'd been walking a little faster than usual.
He took the letter and read it over his breakfast, Harry munching on a lettuce leaf at his feet.
Frozen peas. The ducks love them and it's good for them.
I rented the lake house after I graduated from university. I needed some space and peace.
It was the strangest place I'd ever seen.
I couldn't imagine anyone building it. In fact, I couldn't imagine anyone building it and not living in it. I liked the way it seemed to float above the water. I liked the path that led to it. I don't know why, it has a strange, timeless charm.
April 23, 2024
Crowley, during a break between classes, took Aziraphale's answer out of his pocket and read it again.
I now have a bag of frozen peas in my freezer. I'm ready for the ducks.
Regarding the lake house, I so agree with you.
The fact that you have to walk so much to get to the front door, it's like you have to earn the right to enter the house. Every time I walk up the path, it's like I'm on a quest, and the prize is the right to enter.
I'm sorry, I must sound a little eccentric.
April 24, 2022
During his lunch break and throughout the day, Aziraphale read and reread the last words from Crowley.
Please don't apologize. Not to me for being who you are.
You can be eccentric. You can be anything you want.
Aziraphale had always felt different, in both his personal and professional life choices, never accepted by his own family for who he was, so Crowley's words eased some of his inner struggles.
He couldn't ignore the warm feeling in his chest at this affirmation from someone he'd never met.
There was someone in this world who accepted him for who he was.
You can be anything you want.
A few weeks passed as Crowley and Aziraphale continued their strange correspondence.
It was late spring now, and yet the wind was blowing strongly on this early morning in London as Crowley walked briskly to the academy.
As he always did these days, he smiled at the thought of Aziraphale's latest letter, already thinking of what he would write back.
His phone began to vibrate in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he reached for it to answer the call.
Seeing the name on the screen, he said in a cold voice, "Yes?"
He held back a sigh of annoyance as he listened to his caller and then replied, "Look, this isn't easy for me either. You know... no, I'm not angry that you called. It's just that... I'm sorry, I have to go to work and I..."
He approached the school and didn't want to continue this conversation as more and more students entered.
After listening to the arguments on the other end of the line, he replied firmly, "I don't think that's a good idea. No, Furfur, I'm asking you not to come. Because we need more time... Especially if we want to stay friends. I just don't think we should... Look, I'm on my way to work, so we'll talk. Bye."
Crowley sighed again and shook his head as he walked out the large front door.
"Don't tell me you've lost your motivation already."
Crowley looked up and, meeting Mrs. Tracy's gaze, replied, the smile back on his lips, "Absolutely not."
"That's fortunate. Eric has the flu and we need someone to cover his classes while he's out. Since your resume says you majored in art, I was wondering if..."
"No problem! I'm happy to oblige. Just don't blame me for associating it with astronomy."
"I'm already happy to have someone, I'm not going to be picky. You can check Eric's schedule with the assistant and then make arrangements. Thank you, Crowley, really. If it weren't for the exams, I wouldn't have asked you."
Crowley replied kindly, his expression open to show her he meant it sincerely, "No worries, really."
On the contrary, he was pleased to see that even though he was the last to arrive, he was trusted.
However, at the end of the week, when he came home with his arms full of groceries, he thought maybe he should have thought before saying yes, because he was literally exhausted. He hadn't realized how much time and energy it would take to do the work of two people.
Luckily, Eric was back at work by Monday.
But despite his exhaustion, nothing could stop him from going looking for Aziraphale's letter, which must have been waiting for him at the lake house for days.
Less than two hours and a few speeding violations later, he parked in front of the mailbox in a cloud of dust, and a few seconds later, leaning against his car, he eagerly read the letter.
Hello, pen pal.
It's been a while since you last wrote.
I hope all is well.
Several words were crossed out before the letter continued in Aziraphale's elegant handwriting.
It's ridiculous, just a few words to write, and it makes me sound like a babbling teenager (if there's such a thing as sound when it comes to a letter).
Well, I'll write it: I MISS YOU
It was obvious that the last words had been written with determination, probably as much for the author as for the recipient.
Crowley felt a strange warmth in his chest. He, too, had missed the correspondence, more, he had missed Aziraphale's words, so he hurried to reply and put the letter in the box before heading home.
Parking the car in front of the mailbox, Aziraphale decided to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when he saw the little flag raised.
He took the letter out of the box, and once he was home and Harry was fed, the antiquarian went to his favorite spot to read it.
It's been a tough week.
I've had to take a sick colleague's classes and have only had the strength to go to bed at night (and feed Harry, of course), and I feel like it's been a century since I've looked at the sky or seen a bloody tree. That's what I miss. The nature that surrounded me at the lake house.
It's not so bad when I'm busy. It's when I have a minute to breathe, to look around, that it seems really hard.
I wonder what I'm doing here, alone, in this gray city. I miss the trees.
PS: I missed you too. A lot.
June 15, 2022 - 7:00 pm
Aziraphale left the house with a medium-sized tree and gardening tools in the trailer attached to the Beetle and headed for London.
June 15, 2022 - 8:55 p.m.
Arriving at Crowley's address, in front of the construction site he'd seen the other night with Muriel, Aziraphale parked the Beetle. He took out a shovel, put on the gardening gloves he had in his pocket, and after finding the ideal spot in front of the construction site where Crowley's future home would be, began digging a hole. With the help of a rope and a lot of sweat, he managed to get the tree into the hole and covered its roots with the soil and potting soil he'd brought.
Half an hour later, at 9:30 p.m., he stood in front of his work with his hands on his hips and said quietly, "I hope this will work."
June 15, 2024 - 9:30 pm
Halfway between the school and his apartment, Crowley saw rain gathering in the sky and began to pick up his pace as he realized he didn't have an umbrella. Suddenly, a rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance, and as he ran almost the entire distance to his apartment, the rain began to fall.
Of course, he was completely soaked as he ran the last few meters to the front door of the building. He fumbled for his keys, dropped them, and grew increasingly frustrated as the rain poured down on him, when suddenly it stopped.
Which surprised him because it seemed to be falling everywhere around him except on him.
He looked up.
Above him, the thick green branches of a young tree formed a canopy that swayed in the rain just above Crowley. That tree hadn't been there a second ago, but now it was sheltering him, and Crowley stared at it, mouth agape.
June 15, 2022 - 9:37 p.m.
Aziraphale smiles as he tosses the shovel into the Beetle's trailer before heading home.
June 15, 2024 - 9:37 pm
Crowley, overcome with emotion, smiled broadly and, knowing that only Aziraphale could be responsible for it, whispered to him, though the other man could not hear him, "Thank you, my friend."
Raindrops fell through the green branches, but Crowley didn't care as he danced with joy under the tree, his face turned skyward.
2022 - A few days later
Muriel stood on the small path in front of the lake house and exclaimed, "Wow!"
Aziraphale motioned for them to follow him inside, and Muriel entered, still stunned by the house, before asking, "So this is where you've been hiding?"
Aziraphale smiled back, "Yes. Would you like some tea or something stronger?"
Muriel replied quietly as they looked around, "Tea is perfect."
Aziraphale took two cups from the cupboard, poured the tea and they sat down in the chairs in front of the bay window.
They talked for a while about the new house, for Muriel, as usual, had a lot of questions and Aziraphale was happy to answer them.
Muriel finished their cup of tea, put it down, and with a more serious expression, they said quietly, "Aziraphale. I didn't just come here to escape my miserable existence in the city. I've come to talk to you about HH and to ask you to come back with us. We need you."
Aziraphale shook his head vigorously, "HH? Sorry, Muriel, but no."
His friend insisted, "But if you talk to her..."
"Forget it, Mother doesn't want me back. I don't want to come back. Everybody's happier now."
Muriel argued anyway, "What about your work? Your work was great. Even she admitted that. Look, I know it's hard, but if you put aside your problems with her..."
"I said forget it," Aziraphale replied, this time in a firm tone before softening, "I'm really sorry, Muriel. It's just that... I like it here. And I like my job at the shop."
Muriel replied gently with a slightly sheepish look, "At least I tried," then after a few seconds they asked with a mischievous twinkle in their eyes, "Are you seeing anyone?"
After a slight hesitation that didn't go unnoticed, Aziraphale shook his head.
"Why did you hesitate?"
"I didn't hesitate."
"Yes, you did."
Aziraphale said in a voice he knew was a little unconvincing, "I... I'm not committed to anyone, okay?"
"Okay," Muriel replied, smiling amusedly before continuing, "I'm just saying you might want to think about the future."
Aziraphale laughed.
He couldn't stop himself.
Think about the future.
For God's sake, he was communicating with someone who lived two years in the future.
Muriel looked at him as if he'd gone mad, "What?"
Aziraphale continued to laugh.
"What?"
A few days later, with Crowley's letter open in the passenger seat of his Beetle, Aziraphale drove to Waterloo East Station, near Westminster School.
He parked, picked up the letter, and got out, heading for the station entrance.
About the same time, two years ago, I lost something.
At Waterloo East station.
I was taking the train home to my parents and left it on the platform. See if you can find it for me. I won't tell you what it is.
Then drop it in the mailbox.
It's your mission if you decide to accept it.
The exact date and time is on the back of the letter.
Aziraphale couldn't resist a challenge, so he found himself searching for an object he knew nothing about. He wandered around the station, scanning the few people who were there.
He looked for a single man and saw none. Only a few families and an elderly couple.
He continued his search when suddenly, through the window overlooking the platform, he saw a man with short red hair get up and prepare to board the train.
Aziraphale's heart leapt, he wasn't sure if it was Crowley, but he had this deep intuition that it was, and if it was, oh my God, his pen pal was incredibly handsome.
Aziraphale hurried through the door to the platform where he was standing and was about to approach him when he stopped abruptly.
The red-haired man was embracing another curly-haired man who had his back to Aziraphale.
They kissed quickly and embraced again before parting.
Neither of them noticed that Crowley, for it was undoubtedly Crowley, had left a book on the bench behind them. Aziraphale had seen it, but he didn't dare come any closer and decided to wait and watch, a slight twinge in his heart that he chose to ignore.
A voice over the loudspeaker announced the train's imminent departure.
Crowley gave the other man a sad smile before boarding the train, obviously reluctantly.
The one who appeared to be Crowley's lover didn't move and watched the train pull away until it was completely out of sight. He didn't notice the book. Aziraphale watched him go, and when he was far away, he approached the bench. He looked at the book that Crowley had left behind. It was a well-worn copy of Jane Austen's Persuasion.
It had definitely been Crowley.
Crowley impatiently made his way to the mailbox, thinking that Aziraphale might already have gone to the station. He was not deterred when he saw the small flag raised.
He opened it, disappointed not to see the book, but only a note. With just one question.
What are you doing on July 1st?
Crowley replied immediately on the same piece of paper, and just as he was about to leave, he heard the characteristic sound of a small flag being raised and returned to the mailbox and opened it. He grabbed the note and unfolded it.
C: I have no plans. Why do you ask?
A: If you remember, the village celebrates summer with fireworks on the lake.
Would you like to watch them together?
From the lake house. The fireworks on the lake are wonderful.
C: I know, I used to watch them from the house when I lived there. You're not asking me out, are you?
A: No, no. I just thought it would be nice to do the same thing, that's all.
C: The same, but two years apart.
A: It's better than staying home.
C: Okay. Let's go see the fireworks.
A: See you in 10 days.
July 1st at 10 p.m. in front of the mailbox.
Aziraphale didn't wait for an answer and walked happily back into the house. Even though he'd denied it, it still felt like a date of sorts. Perhaps Crowley would agree to tell him more about his mysterious companion.
July 1, 2022/2024 - 10 p.m.
Two years apart, in the same spot, Crowley and Aziraphale sat next to the mailbox. Aziraphale brought one of the chairs from the garden and Crowley brought an old folding camping seat from his car.
They were both armed with notepads and pencils.
The strange, timeless conversation resumed, still punctuated by the little flag going up and down.
C: Did you go to the train station? I never got my book. You're not going to keep it like all your old books, are you?
A: Let me keep it for a while. I want to read it. By the way, I've been meaning to ask you.
Who was the other man at the train station? Was he your boyfriend?
Why didn't you tell me about him?
The way the questions were asked gave Crowley the impression that Aziraphale was jealous, but he didn't want to get the wrong idea.
C: You don't talk to me about your love life either.
A: Because I don't have one. God, I can't believe you didn't tell me you were married.
C: I'm not married, you idiot. We split up when I moved to London.
I'm single now.
The fireworks have just started.
A: They've started here too.
I'm sure yours are better because they're supposed to get better every year.
C: Probably. Let's enjoy the show.
Then, during the fireworks, the flag didn't move for a while. But the noise did not drown out the sound of their hearts beating in their ears.
Then, as the last bouquet ended and silence fell, the flag suddenly rose, startling Crowley.
A: At the station, when I saw you... I didn't expect... I mean, you didn't tell me you were gorgeous...
Crowley gasped, then blushed at the compliment. He looked around, embarrassed, even though he knew no one was there.
C: That's not fair.
You've seen me, but I still don't know what you look like.
Aziraphale ran his hand over his face and figured that since it was the night of truth, he might as well go for it.
A: You're right.
I would like to know what I'll look like in two years. Why don't we meet in the future and you can tell me what you think?
Crowley thought, then looked at his watch; it was 10:43 p.m. He took a deep breath, suddenly excited and nervous, then wrote quickly.
C: Why don't you call me on July 1, 2024 at 10:45 p.m.?
Just as Crowley was about to raise the flag after dropping the note in the mailbox, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate, nearly knocking him out of his chair.
Heart pounding, without looking at it, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and picked it up, "Hello?"
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A damaged author can't write the next chapter... so don't hit me for this cliffhanger...
Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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My Final Thoughts about Love and Deepspace Heartwork Routine Event.
P.S. This is Just My Opinion. No need to go ballistic against me. This are just my thoughts and general feedback about the event.
Zayne:
Out of all 3 Stories, his version is the only one that looks planed and feels totally like a date.
He make sure that you can swim, Less worry about hurting yourself.
He make sure to clear up his schedule to be with you.
He wants to prevent you from getting sick so he use his evol twice. First, to steady the boat. Second to freeze the fountain. By doing so, he achieved not only preventing getting you more wet, but you your were mesmerized by the ice fountain. Talked about hitting 2 birds in one stone.
When you are with him, he doesn't like anyone talking to you and wants all your attention. (The Look he gave the staff at the rowing event and when you are about to shake Dr. Stevens hands *Exclusive Tutorial* he grabs your hands and led you away)
He make sure you do not fall into water by steadying the boat before you hop out. You are a hunter, I'm sure you can handle a shaky boat but he still treats you like a princess. (And I am so loving it!!!!)
Xavier:
he doesn't even want to do the Heartwork Routine Event. It's kinda bummer. Imagine knowing you are invited to an event just to find out it was done on a whim? Who wrote this plot exactly? Trusting Xavier's personality, he will never did this to you. No matter how long it gets (800 years) he still remembers everything about you.
Rather than enjoying this event with Xavier, you ended up being confused and anxious all the time. This is actually one of the traits I don't like a bout him. True that It might freak you out if you found out about him, but come on! its irritating to get vague and shorts answer all the time. I hope he can be more honest in the future.
Xavier doesn't like to do what has been told him to do or rather walk on the path laid out for him. He always wants to do his own thing this also shows on the last part of the event. You two aren't even get to finish the event.
To all the Xavier girlies, I really do admire your heart and strength to be able to keep up with him. It's not easy for me to take the path less traveled, but you are strong and willing to venture the unknown just to be with him. That's true love right there.
Loving Xavier is also embracing the fact you may always not get answer from him and there will always be a lot of secrets.
In the end, I kinda feel anxious than relax.
Rafayel
Was this really a date with him or are we playing nanny for a teenage boy?
To me Rafayel has always been a bestfriend. And this is exactly how I feel about him on this event as well.
Just like Xavier, he doesn't want to participate in the event. Especially when the bike is involve.
He indeed prepare for the event, but it is all for him. Doesn't bring you elbow or kneepads.
He never ones asks if you are okay in the 2 times you two fall. And the second crash seems like not a joke. Flowers maybe soft but it's not a perfect cushion for a fall.
Honestly, what happened to Rafayel here. I get that he is dismissive sometimes, but for some one who waits for you in so many years and has been clingy from the start, he has not been so clingy lately.
By the way he kick you of the cliff (God of Tides Myth) and I simply do not like that. Infold what are you doing with Raf?
Conclusion:
Zayne has been the saving grace of this event or at least on my part. It seems that Zayne isn't driven the past to be with you. I kinda feel he still have a few memories the alternate lifetime, but he is living in the moment and doing his best to protect you.
I guess infold did listen to international players and they making up for it. But geez, don't make Xavier and Rafayel look bad. I hope that create separate team for each boys to ensure the quality of their stories and memories.
I am definitely a Zayne girlie but Xavier and Rafayel are close to my heart. I do not particularly follows the 2 all the time but I care about them as well.
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The Oleander Sword is so good. literally feeling like kicking my feet and giggling rn. what happened to Tasha Suri in that year between book 1 and book 2
#book 1 was fine. book 2 is so friggin good i can't stop reading. i feel like a sponge taking it all in#bhumika is bhumika but like ten times more herself and i am screaming. malini finally found a proper manipulate girlboss stride.#even PRIYA who was SO BORING in book 1 is making me lose my marbles. like i wont lie when she became an elder i was like ugh nooooooooo#but it was the absolute best decision ever her trying to rise from a maidservant to the second most important person in the country by#totally blowing off the politics and instead being some sort of a forest wizard is AMAZING#and the yEARNING. FINALLY. THE YEARNING IS HERE. i was SO BORED by the romance in book 1 but THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHAT I WANT.#malini trying to balance her controlling tendencies that are needed more than ever with treating priya properly.#no one figuring out why the godly ordained empress is letting that weirdo waltz around traitorously.#the two of them constantly being on edge bc WHAT IF SOMEONE FIGURES IT OUT. OH MY. THAT WOULD BE SUPER BAD.#AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE YAKSA AND THEIR SECOND COMING. BRO. THE WAY I SCREAMED. THIS IS SO COOL.#anyway i am only 40% through i am praying the book stays this slaying bc i am living for this#eernatalk
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Some sketcheys of this AU because I needed to get some of it out of my system
#hm i should make an original art tag#darth maul#maul#asajj ventress#senator maul au#the other two nightsisters are just random designs not ocs or canon characters i just wanted to add more dathomirians#because making maul the shortest in a group is one of my favorite visual gags#and i think it's fun that he'd be the most 'colorful' of the group#all clothes are reds n grays because i got lazy . i am not great at designing outfits. and even worse at picking colors for the designs#i gave him (all of them really) silver-ish jewelry because 1. i like the color more and 2. more fitting imo. silver is more magic propertie#i think in this au ventress is in the age range wookieepedia lists as her legends age. so she's like. younger than padmé#an apprentice senator. still learning about the senate and senatorial life so she can take maul's place when he quits#i think the other half of the delegation (or at least the other senator) would be significantly older than them. they're both so young#they need an older person who can be the voice of reason and experience#ventress gets big clotheys because 1. she's a teen here she deserves the proper coverage and 2. it's fun to go the opposite route of usual#fantasy designs where the guy gets a lot of layers and the girl gets clothes that show too much skin#but don't worry he IS wearing space underwear. a bad (or good) camera angle will not catch sight of his peanus in that second sketch
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Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.
(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)
#Nevi Writes#things said by a guy writing a thing he doesn't even intend to be writing and it's like 10k of words now. >:[#while that's true I do want to emphasize that nobody should get excited about it right now tho okay#because like it's just. idk. I feel very much like it could end up not worth pursuing anyway. it's just a little baby wip.#(when the fuck did my little baby wips get to be 1/4-1/2 the length of my previous 'finished' stories!! what the hell)#it just feels nice to make words tho. and it does have that kind of 'ah good to catch up with these guys again' vibe which is nice.#even if the break has once again been like. on the order of days to a week maybe. I'm so bad at this taking a break business suddenly. lel.#but I don't have anything much to say about it at this point#other than I'm debating inventing a reason that presidential elections would have been moved by a couple of years between now and 2212#what is it with me and having to be so damn precise with dates in this whole narrative. am I just mad that Capcom never tries?#(yes) (so mad)#(and 2212 would actually be an election year is the problem. I want time to have passed but I also want there to be a pres. election.)#(it's fine don't worry about it)#(this is how I decided that Blucifer got bload up and then replaced also. weird reliance on mashing up IRL things and fictional explosions)#(but it's fun isn't it? got that veneer of verisimilitude. I'm good at long words)#idk this is inevitable isn't it. but I'm going to keep playing like it's not. I think I need a little more space for this one mentally.#the first one just sort of fell out of my head fully assembled and the second one did that also but with different vibes#though it did actually take some cutting things and adjusting things to make it work which Failure to Compile did not#Failure to Compile was bizarrely effortless until the mad editing dash. Outcome Unpredictable was WORK#fun work at least! but in hindsight it was definitely more work to make it flow properly.#the real job for the 3th if it happens is gonna be wrapping up threads without dropping new ones in bc that's such a habit of mine now
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Me @ Netflix if they cut Foxglove and Hazel or A Game of You or yassify any of the girls
#sandman season 2#a game of you#fucking bullshit man this comic say what you want in not saying there's nothing to criticize but christ#where else even today do you get queer women characters this un-polished and prettied up#to still be appealing looking to cishet men who are allowed to be messy and Problematic without#being punished by the narrative. And Wanda god she's a nerd she's a scene gal fashion wise she's everything#Barbie is desperately recovering any sense of identity at all and it's so compelling. I don't even trust netflix to do them justice#at this point but if the lesbians the fandom was least likely to find Palatable background extras aka the most human ones#are cut? If Wanda is yassified if Barbie is cut? Because we have to streamline everything and cut off everything that made#sandman unique to pull as many bucks as possible? Yes I AM going to take that#personally actually. It kinda does feel like a slap in the face. Queer women and women in general were the core fanbase of the comic for ye#but if they say fuck us when it's time to make $$?? Then fuck them right back. Bye#We don't need yet another time that if queer women aren't looking like models#they're not fit to be seen according to executives and audiences alike#also it goes without saying that if h0b g*dli*g gets one second more screen time than is necessary#I'm gonna chew my way thru Netflix hqs walls#Has he not taken over enough. The fandom is already insufferable about him#and I'm so fucken tired of it we DON'T need more#yes I know this is all fears and speculation. I WANT to be wrong. You don't know how happy I'll be if i have to eat my own words#But until then I'm so nervous
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[[Hawke v Arishok, 9:34 Dragon]]
#this is really how the finale of act 2 feels if you and the Arishok are best friends but you can't let Isabella die but also what makes it#is it's super mutal. if you're besties he tries to get you captured so you won't die and you're both like *draws sword trying not to cry*#dragon age 2#The Arishok#Tiva Hawke#Hawke#DA2 spoilers#when you don't want to kill him and he doesn't want to kill you but he's honor bound to a duel to the death if he doesn't take back the#person who stole their holy book and if you don't accept the honor duel deal he'll have to just fight everyone there & a lot of people on#both sides will die so you have to duel your bro to the death honorably even though neither of you wants to or you're disgracing him and#causing more death but you can't let Isa be killed for the second time she did something selfless in her life#DA2 Act II finale was peak well-written tragedy because you have options but none of them are great and it was unavoidable for you#Isa could have stopped it. Maybe the government in Kirkwall could have. But not you. Not the Arishok. And you two are the ones who have to#pay for it. The scene where he asks you if the elves are right and you know this is the last straw but you're like 'yes. you're right.' and#he's like *deeply sad* 'Yes. I am.' Arishok @ Kirkwall *crying* 'I love your dumb citizens more than you so bad i have to kill your ass'
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somewhat pleased to announce that in case someone wanted to know, and i really don't see why they wouldn't, the cameras that atz use in the cawaii men photoshoots are
fujifilm simple ace p&s camera (for taking photos), and
most probably? pentax spotmatic (the one hj, sh and jh pose with)
#YOUNG PEOPLE NOWADAYS!!! they're wasting film like pros :''')#shrimp thoughts#actually this is terribly artificial behaviour. i was not organically possessed by the urge to check what kinda camera are they posing with#but i DID think it would be funny if i did and then acted like it's a completely normal thing to do. hence.#i should learn up on hj's photography... he did have an exhibit a while ago after all#i'm curious about the pics the guys took with the fuji cameras! what % of them was unsalvageable lol#i know it was probably cold/late/both outside and that they were on a schedule but yknow what they say#or maybe they don't. but anyway the person who picked up THING three seconds ago acts like they know everything there is to know about#THING. and so. as this very person. i'd like to say the pics would probably be better if they could take them outside? you can see#the p&s all have flash but still! oh also that reminds me of my minor gripe w/ atz photoshoots namely. they're All Indoors#well not ALL all but sooo many of them are and it pains me because i love outdoorsy photoshoots#like the one in the diary ver of fever 3 or the second part of the fever epilogue diary ver#...and fever 2 diary ver too. wait are diary versions just More outdoorsy/less Studio Photography? HM#but anyway! i just like when models can interact/blend in with their surroundings. it's always much more interesting when there's something#Else going on in the photo than just one color background/the walls of a room. this is why i loved l**na's predebut album photoshoots becau#*because each was in a different location! several different locations even! sometimes you'd even get a photo that has no people in it#simply because the surroundings are so pretty!#oooh now that i think about it d-day is like that too. yoongi heard me grumbling abt how much i hate those empty pages in bt/s albums#and went Not On My Watch lol#anyway. sorry i'm rambling for no reason gkhsfgkjfsf
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I've been thinking about Laios' succubus lately. Mulling it over a bit.
Because I've seen these pages brought up a fair bit, but almost entirely in the context of shipping (on all sides, really). And I really want to understand what they are doing for the story beyond that.
When I went back to reread the scene and section, a few things caught my interest: the way Laios responds to both forms of his succubus, the themes of the volume the chapter is found in, and the other events of the chapter itself.
So let's dive into those three things, and what I think they say about the succubus scene's purpose.
Laios is never fully frozen by the succubus
So. If you compare Marcille and Chilchuck's reactions...
to Laios':
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There is a difference. Sure, the basics may look the same once it turns into Scylla Marcille, but even then, it functions differently.
Chilchuck and Marcille are completely frozen once they catch sight of their succubus. Izutsumi, as well, isn't able to look away, and completely freezes up once her 'mom' starts talking to her. As Chilchuck describes, "just looking at them makes you unable to move."
And yet, Scylla Marcille has to actively convince Laios to comply. He even looks away from her at one point!
Laios accepts this succubus, but he is never actually helpless to it in the same way. Taken in? Convinced? Sure, at least enough to let things happen that he probably should question more than he does. But magically compelled? Not really. Not the same way as everyone else is. So that's interesting. But let's move on for now.
2. Volume 9 is all about drive and desire
I don't often look at chapters within the context of the volume they are included in, but I think there's some really fun things to be found with that perspective in mind.
For one, volume 9 starts with an exploration of what desire brought Laios to the dungeon:
And ends with a question of what desire brought Laios to the dungeon:
It's also very concerned in general with questions of why people do what they do. Why they are in the dungeon, why they are with the people they are with, why they stay, what they fight for.
In addition to Laios, we see it with Marcille...
Izutsumi
Kabru
and Mithrun
Hell, we even get it for the demon!
It's certainly not the only volume concerned with desires and motives, but it is particularly focused on these ideas.
The succubus scene fits quite well into the ongoing question about desires, especially Laios' desires. It is even placed at an interesting spot within the volume. The volume is six chapters long, and the scene takes place at the start of the 4th chapter. It's almost smack-dab in the middle.
With all this in mind, it is interesting that, with both versions of the succubus Marcille, it's not totally clear which parts of her Laios is rejecting.
The first version of Marcille looks human, but Laios attacks when he identifies her as a monster. The second Marcille looks like a monster, but he seems to believe that she is the real (human)(ish) person that he knows. So is he rejecting the monster at first, and then accepting the person? Or is he rejecting humanity and only interested in the monstrous?
Something to consider as we look at the next point...
3. the rest of the chapter is a seduction, too
This is one of those things that might not be apparent on a first reading, but is crystal clear on a revisit. We see the succubus try and charm Laios over 7 pages, and then see the Winged Lion do the same thing for the next 19.
Much like the succubus, it offers the mingling of monsters and humans. Much like the succubus, it offers belonging.
(and this is the point where I absolutely must also link this post by fumifooms on the succubus, which has some great ideas on how the scene is informed by Laios' trauma and desire for acceptance!!!)
But, back to the point. The Winged Lion wants to feed on Laios just as much as the succubus did, and it uses similar strategies to try and make that happen. Though this chapter isn't really the turning point for the next Lord of the Dungeon (it is Marcille who will, eventually, become the Lion's next victim), it certainly behaves like it is.
Laios is convinced. The succubus gets its meal. By the end of the volume, the reader begins to understand how concerning his desires are. Together, it is all very good at building up that sense of dread and pending disaster, as we see exactly how and why Laios might just fall into the Lion's open arms and bring about the end of the world.
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So that's the three things I noticed. But there's still something I want to touch on by looking at the way these observations overlap, and what they reveal, together.
As I said, by the end of the volume, you can feel the tension growing. Just as Kabru and Mithrun do, you look back for an answer to the questions that have been built, chapter by chapter: why is Laios here? Where will his loyalties fall? This chapter, and scene, seem to prove the inevitable truth: he will choose the monster, of course. He will choose the seductive, easy power of the Winged Lion.
But the details of what actually happens tell different story: one in which the Lion is wrong.
First, as a reminder - even in Scylla Marcille mode, the succubus never fully entrances Laios. It convinces him, but it doesn't have him completely under its thrall.
Similarly, in the dream, the Lion does convince Laios to embrace the world he is offering. But even within that dream, Laios continues to ask questions that will be vital to him later. It is because of those questions that Laios comes to a new understanding about Thistle.
And it's this realization that he cites later as part of his reason for refusing the Lion's offer.
He is thinking through things the entire time, just like he continues to question the succubus even after it turns into Scylla Marcille.
Laios also expresses an interesting reason for why he wants to see the future of this world. He's not just invested because it would mean people liking what he likes, or him getting to spend time with monsters. The thought that comes immediately before his acceptance is about what he wants for monsters and people.
I don't think it's a coincidence that this statement - "we're living beings that share the same world, but all we can do is keep killing each other" - can apply to the various humans races just as much as it does to humans and monsters. The thing he is thinking about here isn't just a matter of his personal daydreams. It's an idea that underpins every conflict in the story.
Laios caring about how people as well as monsters in this manner is something that the Lion gets wrong every time. Even at the end, he still frames Laios' desires entirely around hating people and loving monsters.
The Lion has heard him express an opinion about the future of the world! It happened right there in the dream, right in front of him! He just didn't take it seriously, and didn't view it through any lens other than "Laios likes monsters more".
He's convinced that he understands how to get to Laios. Maybe the Lion can't truly see everything, or maybe his vision into everyone's deepest desires has made it hard for him to realize how much choice still matters. That people can, and do, choose which desires to act on, and how to act on them.
Whatever the case, he's wrong about Laios, and the story shows us this over and over again.
After all, look at how the succubus interaction plays out:
A monster uses Marcille to appeal to Laios...
He realizes that something about the situation is wrong, and rejects her.
It changes strategies, and makes new offer: to turn him into a monster.
It also assures him that his friends are, or will be, taken care of.
He accepts. Or rather, allows the monster to have its way with him.
But Laios is not as helpless as he initially appears, and what the Lion thinks is a successful seduction also contains the seed of an idea that will allow Laios to later resist him.
We even get to see Izutsumi playing a similar role in both instances, as the one person fully able to take action in the face to the illusion.
The story lays out what is going happen, and then explicitly tells us that the demon and the succubus are thematically related.
The chapter performs a great sleight of hand here - everything about it seems to indicate that Laios is doomed give in to the option to have his deepest desires realized. But if you look closer, it also contains the evidence that he won't. There's a lot more going on for him.
Yes, he still falls for obvious tricks. He is still extremely into monsters, and he still doesn't feel like he fits in with other people. He may, deep down, crave to surrender to the monstrous - to let it absorb him. But he questions more than he seems to. He considers more than people realize. He cares so much more than anyone gives him credit for.
And I think this is part of why we see the succubus called back to so many times, especially with the wolf head addition to his Monster Form, which he specifically added due to his encounter with the Scylla Marcille.
This all stays with Laios. It doesn't just foreshadow the path of the story, it is fundamental to how and why he walks that path. It's not about him choosing monsters, and it's not about him choosing people. It's about how he considers both, and cares about both.
And it's about the forces that think they already know his answer. Mithrun and Kabru. The Winged Lion. The succubus.
It's about how they are wrong.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi spoilers#laios touden#winged lion#dunmeshi analysis
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