#modern..reverse..and the one where they bathe

[doumadono]

The stalker - Muzan & Reader

Warnings: modern AU, non-con smut (partially), somnophilia, rough smut, reverse 69, choking, stalker!Muzan, p in v smut, stalking, dark themes Synopsis: living your ordinary life, little do you know that your every move is being silently and carefully watched by a man who has taken an interest in you. He is ready to do anything to claim you as his property Requested by: anonymous Wordcount: ~ 4.2k

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It began with subtle occurrences, almost insignificant at first. Instances that didn't raise much concern or feel particularly peculiar. Doors that were once closed would be found ajar in the morning, leaving a lingering sense of doubt. You would wake up, finding yourself in a different position than the one you remember falling asleep in. Your dresser drawer, specifically the one where you kept your undergarments, would often be in disarray. And lately, upon awakening, you noticed your face dampened by traces of drool. Naturally, you attributed these incidents to exhaustion from juggling your college studies and late-night job, dismissing them as mundane.

However, as time progressed, unsettling events began to unfold. It was during one of those moments when you were seated on your bed in your underwear that unknown numbers flashed across your phone screen, accompanied by text messages that pierced through your sense of security. "You look so stunning."

Initially, you dismissed those messages, assuming they were mere notifications from your Instagram account sent to your phone. It seemed like an innocuous occurrence, easily brushed aside. At first, they arrived sporadically, appearing only once a month. Yet, as time passed, their frequency multiplied, transitioning to twice a month and now occurring nearly every other night. The content of these messages took a disturbing turn, growing increasingly specific and disquieting, causing a deep sense of unease to settle within you.

"Drive home safe." As you prepared to leave work, the unsettling message arrived once again, this time just as you were about to embark on your drive home. A wave of apprehension washed over you, causing you to remain seated in the empty parking lot, cautiously scanning your surroundings for any signs of a presence. To your relief, there were no other cars in sight, and your coworkers had long departed for their respective homes. Despite the fear creeping within you, you chose to delete the message, attributing it to a potential prank from one of your mischievous coworkers.

Driving home, you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building. Stepping out of your car, an eerie sensation enveloped you, a nagging feeling that someone's eyes were fixated on your every move. Instinctively, you halted and swiftly turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the observer. Yet, the scene that greeted you was one of silence and emptiness, devoid of any visible presence. Shaking off the unease, you attributed the disconcerting feeling to the stress accumulated from your demanding schedule of school and work. In an attempt to lighten the tension, you giggled softly, convincing yourself that it was all in your imagination, before resuming your stride towards the elevator.

Entering your apartment, a sense of relief washed over you as you finally arrived at the sanctuary of your own space. However, as you began to settle in, the disarray of your belongings caught your attention. The drawer where you kept your panties remained open, a chaotic mess within. Recollecting the hurriedness of your morning routine, you swiftly closed the drawer, intending to address the mess later. Shrugging off the unsettling occurrence, you proceeded to undress, casually discarding your clothes onto the floor, and made your way to the bathroom.

With the water running, you allowed your bath to fill, seeking solace in its soothing embrace. As you eased into the warmth, the events of the day lingered in your mind, a subtle reminder of the uncanny incidents that had unfolded. However, immersed in the tranquility of the moment, you hoped that the relaxing waters would wash away the lingering unease, allowing you to find respite from the disquieting experiences that had punctuated your day.

You sat there in the silence, your apartment's ambient sounds merging with the gentle subsiding of the water in your bath. The soothing warmth caressed your tired body, lulling you into a state of drowsiness. Yielding to the tranquility, you closed your eyes, surrendering to relaxation. However, amidst the peacefulness, a distinct sound reached your ears — footsteps, unmistakably within the confines of your own apartment.

Startled, you swiftly sat up, instinctively crossing your arms to cover your breasts, and voiced your presence aloud, "Hello?!" The silence that followed offered no response, but the mysterious footsteps ceased their approach. Shaking your head, you muttered to yourself in a hushed tone, "Stupid. It's probably your neighbor's kids running down the hall again." Dismissing the unease that had momentarily enveloped you, you carried on with your bath, eventually finishing and stepping out of the water. As the last remnants drained away, you turned around, enveloping yourself and your damp hair in towels.

Leaving the bathroom, you made your way to the bedroom and settled onto your bed. Glancing at your phone, you noticed a new message and tapped to read it. "Your laugh is so cute." The words on the screen caught your attention, evoking a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty, as a flicker of discomfort ran through you. You stared at the message wide-eyed, your mind racing with uncertainty about its meaning. Did it imply that someone had overheard your laughter at work? Were they possibly a classmate? Or perhaps they had been lurking in the parking garage earlier. The weight of the unknown hung heavy upon you, prompting you to abruptly jump out of bed and hastily make your way to the front door.

With a sense of trepidation, you peered through the peephole, scanning the dimly lit hallway as best as you could. No signs of anyone in sight — no figures walking past, no individuals lingering outside. You double-checked the locks on your door, giving it a forceful tug to ensure its secure fastening. Satisfied that the entrance was indeed locked, you made your way back into your room, feeling a slight relief wash over you.

Preparing for bed, you attended to your nightly routine, diligently drying your hair, brushing it out, cleansing your face, and meticulously brushing your teeth. Slipping into your favorite sleepwear — a loosely buttoned plaid shirt sans a bra, accompanied by a pair of comfortable white panties — you settled down in bed. Glancing at your phone one last time before your heavy eyelids succumbed to sleep, you reasoned that the bath you had taken earlier had taken its toll on your fatigue, compounded by the arduous efforts you had put into your work.

Unbeknownst to you, the sounds of your bedroom door opening and the soft, calculated footsteps approaching your bedside went unnoticed, concealed beneath the veil of your slumber. Standing above you was a figure, their countenance obscured by a black ski mask, their hands adorned with black latex gloves. Clad in a black short-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black boots, they silently observed your peaceful rest, their breathing growing increasingly labored. Then, with measured steps, they retreated, briefly illuminating the bathroom light to obtain a clearer view of your form as you slept.

The light from the bathroom was just enough for him to see, but not bright enough to wake you up. Muzan walked back over beside your bed and reached down for your blanket. Gently pulling it up and off of you, so Muzan could see you. He stood there and looked you up and down; he grabbed the growing bulge in his pants and gave it a squeeze. Muzan stared at your nearly naked body and noticed your unbuttoned shirt, he slowly reached down and gently pulled your shirt up till it fell to the side.

He saw that you had decided not to wear a bra tonight and decided to be a little bold. Reaching down, Muzan cupped your breast in his large hand. The black-haire man gently squeezed, which caused you to stir, freezing him in place. As you started to settle, Muzan squeezed and rubbed your breast more and more. Noticing your nipple starting to get hard, Muzan pinched it between his fingers and gently started to pull. This got more of a reaction out of you as you let out a tiny moan before stirring once again.

He pulled his hand away and stepped back, undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, and reaching into them as he pulled out his cock. Gripping his cock in his hand, Muzan started to stroke himself, grunting quietly as he watched over you. As precum oozed out the tip of his cock, it covered his hand and smeared his cock as Muzan rubbed it up and down. Muzan stepped forward and put one knee on the bed, positioning himself over you. Muzan stroked himself over your chest, grunting and groaning silently as he reached his climax. Unable to stop himself, he started shooting thick, hot ropes of cum onto your chest.

This didn't wake you up, and this made him smile and made him more bold. Muzan reached his hand between your legs and gently pressed his fingertips against you. He brushed his fingertips against the cloth of your panties as he pushed down. Muzan rubbed you up and down through your panties, watching your face as your body began to react on its own. You started breathing harder, your face began to express pleasure as your eyes shut tighter and your mouth started to open. You let out soft moans between breaths as your body reacted to his touch.

He could feel you starting to heat up from his touch on his fingertips. Muzan started to press down firmer, finding your clit when you let out a louder moan as his fingers brushed up against it. Muzan started to rub your clit in circles as he watched you react more and more. You started panting harder and harder as Muzan rubbed your clit and pussy more and more until you couldn't handle it anymore and came. You let out a loud moan as your body shook from your orgasm.

He smiled, watching you tremble and shake, but that smile slowly faded. You started to wake up, your eyes opened and shut as you tried to adjust to the dimly lit room. All you saw was a large shadow standing above your bed. Your eyes opened wide, and your mouth opened as you started to scream. Before you could let out a louder scream, Muzan jumped on top of you and covered your mouth with his hand. He pulled his free hand to his face and motioned for you to shush.

You started to cry from that situation, a large man pinning you down on your bed and keeping you from calling for help. You tried to move, but you didn't know what was wrong. Was it his weight keeping you from moving, or were you paralyzed from fear? All you could do was stare up at him, your eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. In a dim light, you could see he was a very handsome man, and that he seemed not too old but that terrified you even more because you had no idea who he could be. Your eyes started to burn from the tears welling up, and your body shook out of fear.

"Shhh. Don't scream. If you scream, I'll have to hurt you, and I don't want to do that," Muzan said to you, his voice deep and his tone stern. The grip Muzan had over your mouth was tight, and he pushed down on you. His body weight kept you pinned underneath him. You felt something else pressed against your stomach. It was hard, a little wet, and you could feel it twitching against your bare skin. As you lifted your head just enough to look down, you could see it was his cock pressing against your stomach. You laid your head back down and stared at him, your eyes even wider after seeing his cock.

"If you behave, I won't hurt you, but if you try to fight back or scream. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to hurt you badly. Do you understand me?" He asked you, leaning down a little, his tone still stern, and his voice deep. You stared back up at him and slowly nodded. Muzan pulled his hand off your mouth as he leaned away from your face, his body still sitting on top of you, and his cock now rested on your stomach. 

You wiped the tears away from your face. You noticed your shirt was opened, so you covered yourself back up as you looked up at him. "W-what do you want?" you asked him, trying to put up a tough act, but it failed as your voice trembled.

"You. All I've ever wanted is you. And now I have you and no one can stop me." Muzan said that to you, his tone changing as he stared at you. Muzan adjusted his legs, grabbed each of your legs, and spread them, so he could be between them. Muzan was strong and easily moved you around like a doll. You were powerless to stop him as he positioned himself between your legs. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke himself, precum oozed from the tip and dripped onto your stomach. As you looked down at his dick, you could see that he was packing a monster. It was as thick as a soda can and almost as long as your forearm.

Before you could even beg him to stop, Muzan pulled your panties to the side and pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy. You gripped your sheets tight in your hands as you gritted your teeth together from the pain. You could feel the tip of his cock beginning to push inside you, spreading your pussy like it had never been spread before. You let out pained gasps for air as you stared up at the ceiling, eyes opened wide. You could hear him groaning as Muzan pushed in slowly, and from under his breath, you could hear him say. "Fuck... you're so tight."

Every inch felt like hell, his cock was so thick it filled you up almost instantly. As Muzan inched in deeper, you tried to catch your breath, but the pain made it hard as you gasped for air. Finally, his cock was inside you completely, and you could finally breathe as you lifted your head and looked down. You could see your stomach bulging from his cock. You dropped your head back as your mind started to go blank from the pain slowly turning into intense pleasure.

The pleasure was cut short as Muzan started to slide his cock out, slowly. You let out a pained scream, but all that came out was an inaudible squeal. Muzan looked down at you with a smile, your mouth open was an irresistible invitation. Muzan leaned down and gave you a kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, sloppily swirling his tongue around inside your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. You didn't fight back as you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss even more.

His cock continued to slide out of your pussy inch by inch, it felt as if he was pulling your insides out as he continued to pull out. Eventually reaching the tip of his cock, he stopped, as he continued to kiss you. Muzan pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, a string of spit connecting your lips. "Here we go, baby, it's going to get real rough. So hold on tight," Muzan said to you with a loving smile. This was his warning, but it didn't prepare you for what was going to happen next.

You felt his cock thrust inside you in one quick motion. Your stomach felt full again and you couldn't breathe. You stared up at him in pained ecstasy. Muzan slid out again and quickly thrust back inside you. He pounded your pussy with body-shaking thrusts, making it hard to think or speak. All that came out were loud moans and garbled words that made no sense.

It didn't take you long to cum, but black-haired continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The waves of pleasure mixed with searing pain made your brain melt. You could hear his balls slapping against your wet cunt, the sound of your pussy being stirred up by his monster cock, and his moans. You looked up at him and saw his face, Muzan was happy.

You felt his hands grab you by the throat, they were large and easily fit around your throat. Then Muzan started to squeeze hard, choking you. You grabbed his wrists and weakly tried to pull them off, but it was no use. He was much stronger than you and his grip was tight. You tried to tell him to stop, but nothing came out, and soon you started to gasp for air. Gripping his wrists with your nails now, you tried to dig in to get him to stop. Your vision went blurry as you started to lose consciousness, your eyes welled up in tears, hoping this would end. Your body betrayed you again as you started to cum violently on his cock, squirting and making a mess on your bed.

Your stomach filled with heat as his cock swelled inside you, and his thrusts became more erratic and rough. As you started to black out, you could feel the hot sensation of his cock cumming inside you. Muzan thrust deep inside as he started to cum, filling your cunt with his thick, hot seed. Muzan let out a loud groan, maintaining his tight grip around your throat as your body went limp and you blacked out. He finished cumming inside you, sliding his cock out of your ruined pussy. His hands released your throat as he got off of you. Muzan smiled as he watched your gaping hole ooze out his cum onto the bed. 

He got off the bed and stretched. This had been way better than he thought it was going to be. Muzan didn't want to stop there, and it seemed his cock felt the same way. It bounced as it throbbed and got hard again. Muzan looked over at you and watched your passed-out body. Muzan had already gone this far, so there was no real point in stopping. He grabbed your body and adjusted you on the bed, hanging your head off the edge. Muzan stroked his cock and positioned himself as he pressed his cock against your lips.

It didn't take much for you to open your mouth as his cock slid in easily with no protest from you. Your mouth gaped open and struggled to take him fully. Muzan fit himself in your mouth as much as he could, gently thrusting as he started to fuck your face. Muzan got on top of you and ripped your panties off in one quick motion. Using his large hands, Muzan spread open your legs as he went down on you. He started to eat you out passionately as he fucked your face. Muzan could taste his own cum mixed with yours as his tongue forced its way inside you. You moaned happily as he enjoyed the pussy he had been looking at for months.

You slowly started to regain consciousness, and to your horror, you could feel your mouth filled with this large rod. Your eyes opened and blinked as you lay there in shocked horror. You tried to push him away with your hands against his thighs, but again Muzan easily overpowered you. You could feel your pussy being eaten out, but the pain of your throat being fucked confused you again. You couldn't say a word because you were so focused on trying to breathe. His cock filled your mouth and went down your throat over and over.

Your face became a mess as your tears and drool mixed. His cock, which had scared you before, started to taste good, and your tongue moved on its own as you licked his shaft. Your brain again started to shut down as the pain and pleasure mixed, and you couldn't even collect your thoughts. You could feel his cock grow in your mouth, and you realized what was going to happen next, but you didn't have a choice in this. You were just along for the ride as Muzan forced his cock down your throat and shot his cum down it. The man used you as his cum dump, filling your tummy with his hot, thick seed. Your pussy clamped around his tongue as you started to cum again, your thighs squeezing his head, while the only noise you made was a muffled, messy squeal.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and stroked himself, shooting out the last strings of cum on your face. You looked like a mess, your face covered in tears, drool, and cum. You just lay there, catching your breath, but Muzan wasn't done. He picked you up in his arms and easily moved you around. You were nothing but a doll to him, and he was going to do whatever he wanted with you. Picking you up, Muzan tossed you back on the bed, on your stomach. You didn't fight back; it was pointless, you realized, as you just let it happen. He grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs off the bed.

He kicked your legs open and positioned himself behind you. You didn't get a moment to rest as you felt his cock gaping your sore pussy again. This position felt so different; you could feel his cock scraping your insides as Muzan stirred you up. He leaned down and reached his hand around your throat, pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he pounded your pussy. Muzan slammed your body into the mattress over and over. You didn't fight back; you just moaned like the good little slut he was training you to be. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, inviting him to kiss you.

He smiled and leaned down, kissing you. Your tongues wrestled and swirled around in each other's mouths. You moaned into his mouth as you felt your pussy being ruined by his cock. You could feel his throbbing dick pushing in deeper than before. Your hands gripped the sheets tight as you braced yourself against the bed. You heard your pussy being stirred up by his cock as his balls slapped against you, filling the room with their lewd sounds. You loved feeling his tongue in your mouth and his low, bestial growls echoing as Muzan grunted and groaned.

His cock continued its endless pounding as it fucked you senseless once again. You started to moan out loud and yelled, "Fuck! Fuck! More!" He smiled at your brainless request, putting one hand on your hand and pushing you down into your mattress as he stood back up. You felt his hands grip your hips tight, and then it happened. Muzan started fucking you furiously, his cock pounding your pussy over and over. Your bed started to shake and pound into the floor. You clung to the bed with whatever strength you felt like you had left. This merciless assault just made you scream and beg for more.

You were nothing but a toy in his hands as Muzan pulled you into him while fucking you. You couldn't help but cum over and over again, squirting on his cock and making a mess on your floor as you squirted and leaked his cum out onto the floor. It didn't take him long to reach his limit as Muzan started to shout, forcing his cock deep inside you, forcing the air out of you as he filled you with his seed once again. It felt warm in your belly, and you lay there with your mouth wide open, but not a single sound came out.

"May I at least have your name?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and alarm. "And who the fuck are you? How did you get into my house?" The words escaped your lips, fueled by a surge of fear and disbelief.

His red eyes bore into yours, and a smirk played at the corners of their lips. The silence stretched, thick with tension, before they finally spoke, their voice laced with a hint of amusement. "My name is not important. What matters is that I got what I’ve been craving for months. But if you need to know, I go by Muzan," he said cryptically, his words sending shivers down your spine. “I would be back again. Leave your front door open," the man added, and after adjusting his clothes, he left your house through the front door, leaving you filled up and leaking his cum.

You slept the night away and woke up sore and even more tired, reflecting on how the night had gone and finding yourself wet at the thought. 

From then on, you left your front door open, anticipating your "stalker" to pay you another visit. The longing in your soul grew with each passing day, and you wondered if Muzan would ever come back to claim you once again.

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[amputeewomen]

Magical amputee

In the heart of a bustling metropolis, where the hum of the city blended with the whispers of the unseen, lived two friends bound by a secret—the existence of magic. Ashley, a spirited urban explorer with an unquenchable thirst for adrenaline, had always been fascinated by the covert world of spells and enchantments her friend Mia, a modern-day mage, navigated with ease.

Mia, with her cool demeanor and an apartment cluttered with arcane books and technological gadgets, had long promised to introduce Ashley to the art of magic, a promise that had been postponed by the chaos of city life. It wasn't until one seemingly ordinary afternoon, in Mia's high-rise sanctuary, that the promise would be demanded in an unexpected way.

Eager to showcase a newly mastered spell, Mia inadvertently altered the course of their lives. With a few whispered incantations and a misplaced flick of her wrist, she cast a transmutation spell that, to their shock, left Ashley with only one leg. The other had vanished, spirited away by forces they could barely comprehend. The sophisticated aluminum forearm crutches that Ashley now had to rely on felt cold and unyielding—a far cry from the freedom she was accustomed to.

Anger bubbled within Ashley, a fiery contrast to the cool, steel touch of her new supports. "Mia," she said, her voice sharp as a blade, "you better make this right. Teach me magic, for real this time. I want to be able to fix this myself."

Mia, her confidence shaken, knew the weight of her responsibility. The spell wouldn't reverse for four weeks, a period that felt like a lifetime to Ashley. Mia agreed, her guilt fueling a newfound determination to fulfill her overdue promise.

And so, amidst the glow of neon lights and the endless thrum of city life, Ashley began her journey into the world of magic. It was no easy task; the arcane books were dense, filled with esoteric knowledge that twisted the tongue and boggled the mind. Mia guided her through ancient spells, teaching her the delicate balance between the mystical and the mundane.

With each passing day, Ashley's frustration turned to fascination. She learned to harness her inner energy, to manipulate the elements, and to understand the language of the universe. The crutches, once a symbol of her limitation, became a part of her learning, as she used them in her magical exercises, balancing and moving with a grace she hadn't known before.

Ashley's anger faded, replaced by a sense of empowerment and an appreciation for Mia's world. The accident had been a catalyst for growth, pushing her into realms she had only dreamed of. By the time the four weeks had passed and her leg returned as if by magic—because, of course, it was—Ashley had transformed. She was no longer just an adrenaline junkie urban explorer; she was a mage in her own right, a master of her own story.

As for Mia, she had learned the gravest lesson of all—the consequences of her actions in the tapestry of fate. But she had also gained a true equal, a partner in magic, and their bond had grown unbreakable.

Together, Ashley and Mia stepped into the future, a future where magic and the metropolitan were intertwined, and their adventures were just beginning.

As the moon crested over the skyline of the city, Ashley and Mia, now comrades in the mystical arts, ventured beyond the concrete jungle to a place where modern GPS maps faltered and the ley lines of the old world held sway. There, cloaked by the lush embrace of the wild, lay the ruins of an ancient magical civilization, whispered about in obscure tomes and hushed tones in the backrooms of esoteric bookshops.

The ruins, remnants of a bygone era where magic flowed as freely as water, were said to contain a pool—a sanctum of pure mana, unspoiled by time. With the night sky as their canopy, the pair navigated the underbrush until the ruins rose before them, bathed in the silver light of the moon. Vines clung to weathered stone, and the air was thick with the power that pulsed through the remnants of archaic spells.

The pool, nestled at the heart of the ruins, glimmered like a jewel in the night. It was said that the waters were infused with the essence of the earth's veins, capable of rejuvenating the magic within any who bathed in its depths.

With a shared glance, Ashley and Mia shed the trappings of the city and entered the waters. The pool embraced Ashley, its magic compensating for her temporary loss, allowing her to swim with a freedom that defied her condition. The water was not just a physical balm but a wellspring of arcane energy that soaked into their very beings, replenishing the mana that flowed through their veins.

As they swam, the boundaries between them, once defined by mentor and pupil, blurred into something more profound. Laughter echoed off the ancient stones, a sound as timeless as the magic that surrounded them. In the water, under the gaze of the constellations that had witnessed millennia pass, they found themselves drawn to each other by a force as natural and powerful as the ley lines beneath their feet.

The water seemed to recognize the burgeoning bond, glowing with a soft luminescence that reflected the light of their souls. And in that moment, Ashley considered the possibility of prolonging her magical ailment. The thought of remaining an amputee, if it meant continuing to explore the depths of this newfound connection with Mia, wasn't as daunting as it once might have been. The transformation had, after all, led her here—to magic, to Mia, to a love she hadn't anticipated.

Their time in the pool was both an eternity and a fleeting instant, a paradox befitting the mystique of the ruins. When they finally emerged, it was with a sense of renewal, both in magic and in heart. The crutches, which lay beside the pool, seemed less like a shackle and more like a bridge—a bridge that had carried Ashley to this point in her journey.

The ruins, once silent and waiting, now played host to the whispers of a new story, one that intertwined Ashley and Mia's destinies. As they left the sanctity of the pool and the embrace of the ancient stones, they carried with them the warmth of shared affection and the quiet promise of tomorrow's magic.

The city awaited their return, a canvas for their adventures, both arcane and intimate. But the ruins and the pool remained, a testament to their journey, ready to welcome them back whenever they sought the tranquility and power found in its waters. The magic of the place had woven itself into their tale, a thread of the old world in the tapestry of the new, binding them together in ways they were only just beginning to understand.

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[princesssarisa]

I like adaptations of Cinderella or Donkeyskin/All-Kinds-of-Fur that draw on the oral tradition of the heroine giving the Prince a riddle about her identity, based on their earlier meetings when she was in her rags. But which don't have the Prince physically abuse the "dirty scullery maid" in those earlier meetings the way he does in traditional oral tales, and which base her riddle on something else.

In traditional versions of Donkeyskin/All-Kinds-of-Fur, where the heroine works as a servant at the palace, she typically takes off the Prince's boots for him, only for him to throw them at her, or fetches water for his bath, only for him to refuse to bathe in water touched by such a filthy girl and throw it onto her. (Or some other such things.) Or in some versions of Cinderella, she meets him on the road one day, he accidentally drops his riding whip, and she hands it back to him, only for him to swat her with it just because she looks so filthy and ugly. Then at the ball or at church, when he falls in love with the "mysterious lady" without knowing her real identity, he asks her where she comes from, and she replies that she's from the land of "Boot" or "Bath" or "Pick-Up-the-Whip." This traditionally happens three times over the course of the story.

This obviously doesn't work so well in a more modern retelling, since we're not so inclined to accept a heroine being abused by her future love interest, or a prince who's supposed to be the good guy casually abusing a servant or a peasant girl.

But a few adaptations find substitutes.

For example, Jim Henson's The Storyteller retells the story of Donkeyskin/All-Kinds-of-Fur as Sapsorrow, and has the heroine draw her cryptic statement at the ball from a verbal insult the initially-rude Prince gave her. The second time the Prince interacts with Sapsorrow in her furry disguise, he says that "cats chase mice, hens lay eggs," never the reverse, and that likewise he has (and wants) nothing to do with her. Later, at the ball, when he asks the beautiful princess where she comes from, she says she lives "where hens chase mice and cats lay eggs."

Then there's the classic 1973 Czech film Three Wishes for Cinderella. Cinderella and the Prince meets repeatedly before the ball: both in her ordinary rags, where they exchange some sassing and insults but earn each other's respect, and at a royal hunt, where she disguises herself as a boy and outshoots all the men. At the ball, when he asks her to marry him, she insists that first he answer three riddles: "Whose face is smudged with ashes but isn't a chimney sweep? Who has a feathered hat and a crossbow, but isn't a huntsman? Who wears a gown embroidered in silver, but isn't a princess?"

Then there's the 2011 adaptation of Aschenputtel from the German Christmas fairy tale anthology Sechs auf einen Streich. In that one, Prince Viktor and Cinderella meet twice before the ball: the first time, he accidentally causes her to fall face-down into a mud puddle, and the second time, she accidentally spills a sack of flour all over herself. Both of these scenes are friendly and funny, though of course far from traditionally romantic or dignified. At the ball, when he doesn't recognize her, she tells him that they've met twice before, and that their meetings were "first all black, then all white."

They all capture the essence of the older versions with their cunning, riddling Cinderellas, but without the uglier part.

@adarkrainbow, @ariel-seagull-wings

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[ayyyez]

Headcannon asks (2 of ??):

Domestic vibes w/ Sakura, Shisui, and Neji. What kinds of homey activities would each of them do w/ a partner? Any sort of ways they like to unwind at the end of a day? Like cuddles in bed, making tea and relaxing, *cough* sexy stuffs *cough*. Either canon, modern au, or etc.

Love your works as always, I read them and am like 'wow my friend is so talented wow look at what she did'. K byyeee

a/n: ohhhh is that a Mr Shisui I see? Some good choices I see here. Of course I can do these for youuuuu <3

Tags: domestic vibes, fluff, kissing, suggestive content at end of each nothing to detailed

Characters: Sakura Haruno, Shisui Uchiha, Neji Hyuga

Sakura Haruno

Definitely someone who needs to be convinced to relax sometimes as she has a tendency to overwork herself but also bring her work home. She honestly just doesn't stop! You need to pull her into the zen environment for both your sakes.

That being said she definitely is someone who finds comfort in the simple things with you. A nice cup of tea and a cuddle after a long day are exactly what she needs to unwind. Also can she bitch about people please? She needs to have a good vent. The two of you can vent if you need too as long as you listen to her she'll listen to you 100% you're a team.

It's a bonus if tea has some sort of treats with it. It's partner downtime AND treat time. And if you made them? Her heart MELTS. Even if you just bought them she thinks 'My partner did this for me?' Absolutely touched.

So that was the part you indulged her and she has recharged no it's reversal time. Wants to pay you back and help you unwind. She wants to cook you dinner (doesn't mind cooking it together) but loves to spoil you. Likes company when cooking. The talking continues, helps her to unwind honestly.

Is a taster through the process of cooking and loves to ask for you opinion too. 'Hmm I'm not sure, do you think this needs to be more spicy?' Holds the spoon out to you. Still gets warm over the idea of being domestic like this. Cheeks blushy as you taste her cooking. Appreciates your opinion no matter what it is.

Asking for seconds is the way into her heart honestly. The fact you like her food is just ahhhh. Tell her things you like about her food? Will jump you right there and then. Smooches and hugs. All over you. 'I appreciate you so much.' Just being seen makes her feel loved.

Big on bathing with you to unwind. Loves the intimacy of it and just holding and being held by the one she loves. Washing each other and carting her hands through her lovers hair is the dream. Ultimate relaxation until it's not and leads to other things.

Sometimes the path to unwinding with Sakura leads to the ultimated unwind in the bedroom. Towels forgotten on the floor, robes open, hands exploring and kissing so hard that you feel so hot. Maybe the bath should have waited until later.

Shisui Uchiha

Mr active, can't sit still for too long, go go go needs to be coaxed and sometimes bribed into relaxing, honestly. He's just so used always doing something that his mind is like always racing and going so he's following it for the ride. It takes you for a fun ride too.

That being said he does have his exhausted days and mornings where he likes to just cuddle. Cuddley mornings with Shisui aren't all docile and sweet though. Sometimes they're pinches and tickles and giggles.

It's biting your shoulder affectionately and nibbling your ear to get a chuckle out of you and watch you flail about while he holds you tight. It's laughing until your stomach hurts, the blanket long forgotten and kicked to the end of the bed while the sheet twists around each of your limbs.

It's rolling around the bed until one of you (or both if you cling to each other tight enough) falls out of bed. That's when it's time to call it quits. 'Mmm maybe time to get out of bed.' 'I think we just did.' 'Touché.' He kisses (then nips) your nose.

Unwinding in the evening for Shisui I can see being something like watching you prepare dinner. Watching the repetative motions of chopping and mixing just really helps him relax and unwind. But he can't watch for long he has to join in and help.

Not just help out but make it fun too and be an absolute nusance in the process. Flicking the bits of cooked rice that stick to his hands at you when he is put in charge of moulding the rice balls. Attempts to smear the rice vinegar goo on your cheek but you flinch in time with a gasp just as the tip hits your skin.

'Oh this is war!' You declare and he's gone, running around the kitchen in a circle giggling like a child as you chase him with the mayo based sauce. He relents of course and grabs you by the waist. It stops you but not enough as you smear a good goop over his face.

Instead of wiping it off he just smooshes his face against yours and shakes his head gently. The two of you scrunch your noses and laugh. It's a mess but it's fun. And you can taste the sauce on his lips when he kiss you. It's good.

Dinner is almost forgotten as the two of you kiss and kiss. Making out on the kitchen floor. You push him back onto the conveniently placed rug a few feet away and latch yourself onto his neck. He moans, hands coming to pull your waist down against him. Onto him. Mmm this is good.

He laps the remainder of the sauce from your face, his hands exploring up your shirt, fingers splayed over the skin of your back. You push his own shirt up. Kissing down his chest. Down, down further until mm and there's a delicious moan pulled from him as his hands find your hair.

That's when the pot boils over and your remember dinner. Shit. Gotta get up and turn the stove off before you finish.

Neji Hyuga

Mans has spent his whole life chasing that zen but there's always something in the way. There's always something giving him the BIG STRESS lmao. He needs to unwind and you really gotta be the one to help him out before he snaps.

Big on the tea and definitely has his own routine of coming home and drinking a cup just to detox the day. Likes to just have a bit of quiet at first. Has gotten into the habit of making one for you if you're home too, a sweet invitation for you to join him in his bubble. He wants you in his world.

After that he doesn't mind talking. Wants to know about your day, doesn't mind sharing his. Little bits of small talk that lead to the deep intimate talk. Just existing together in a way he never thought he would with another person is intimate for him and it makes him feel so sappy.

Kind of leads him to the physical side of things. Wants the touches and the cuddles. Kind of just falls against you in his PleaseHoldMeSoIKnowThisIsReal Neji way. And you do. It's cuddle time. Sometimes that's all it is. Just cuddles and gentle affirmations.

Other times it's a little more. It leads to kissing. Soft at first. Just gentle reminders that the two of you love each other and aren't going anywhere. But when they deepen. There's a fierceness in them a spark ignites and suddenly he's back against the couch and you're on top of him.

It's almost like your down right ready to devour him. You're kissing his jaw, his neck and he is moaning your name. His hands are in your hair. You both want more. Need more. Crave more.

It leads to more sometimes. Other times it's just a quick burst of passion and nothing more.

Afterwards the two of you continue the night together. A little closer than before. Cooking dinner with extra touches than necessary. Stealing extra kisses between prep steps. Grazing touches as you pass the utensils at the table.

There's no way you can shower alone after that. Everything in an evening like this remains close and together. Right up until the moment the two of you fall asleep in bed, limbs wrapped around each other. Completely content and taken by each others presence.

#request #loveskitkats #sakura #sakura haruno #sakura headcanons #sakura haruno headcanons #sakura haruno hcs #shisui #shisui uchiha #shisui hcs #shisui headcanons #neji #neji hyuga #neji headcanons #neji hcs #neji hyuga headcanons #neji hyuga hcs #shisui uchiha headcanons #shisui uchiha hcs #sakura haruno x reader #shisui uchiha x reader #neji hyuga x reader #neji x reader #shisui x reader

[russett-pots]

Prom date

Kim Minju

Tags: Fluff, prom

Word: 0.7k

Part 1 of the trilogy

With your most awkward smile and a black suit with a purple tie, you look at yourself in the mirror. The shower room is still steamy from your long, arduous, and scolding bath. Hair still wet, suit barely fits but booming with confidence. You have never thought such beauty will be going out to prom with you and there you are with two prom tickets in hand and a bouquet in the other. You make your way to the living room and there is your mom and dad looking proud at their young man.

Your mom looks at you with her eyes almost crying. “Oh my! My baby is now all grown up.” She gets the camera and quickly takes a snap of you.

“Oh come on, mom. You don’t have to be so emotional.” Your hand shrugs her off.

“What do you mean emtional?! My baby is going to prom. By the way, when should you pick up your date.”

“My date?” You look at your watch. “Oh sh—.” You cover your mouth to prevent yourself from cursing. “I mean I should get going. I’m going to be late.” 

“Say hi to the Kims for me. Say regards to Mrs. Kim. Make sure to send extra pics.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, mom.” You reply to your overbearing mother. But before you get your keys to your fifteen-year-old Toyota corolla that you got from your grandfather, your dad grabs your hand and puts something in it. You open your palm and it is the keys to his Porsche.

“Don’t you dare scratch it.” He grins in your face.

You get over the moon and hug him tightly. Never had he let you get near the car much less than drive it. “Thanks, dad!”

“No problem.” He jokes “Take care of both of them. Your date and my girl.”

You run to the garage as your parents wave at you. The doors open as your get inside the car. The intricate arrangement of flowers on the passenger seat is ready for your date. You grab on the steering wheel and feel the grippy leather, then shift to reverse and now on the road on your way to your date’s house then off to prom.

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*Ding Dong*

The door opens. Out comes a cute 12-year-old girl.

“You here for my sister?”

“Uhhhh, hey, little Yujin.” You try to pat her hair. “Where is your sister?”

“Ya!” She moves your hand away. “No touchy. She is still preparing just wait inside.”

Still with your phone in hand and not minding you at all, she escorts you to the antique living room decorated with intricate ornaments, a red velvet couch, and china cabinets with small trinkets. A contrast to the modern technology Mr. Kim’s technology company is known for. Speaking of the devil.

“Ahem.”

Out comes Mr. Kim. He has his arms crossed and is still in his business suit like he just came home from work.

“So you must be my daughter’s date.”

You stand up and bow in front of him like what your date has told you to do once you meet her dad. “Yes sir.”

“Hmmm, there are certain rules about taking my daughter out.”

“Ummmm….. okay sir.”

“Midnight?”

“Yes sir. I’ll bring her home before midnight.”

“Second. One piece.”

“Uhhhh one piece?”

Soon you can see Mr. Kim trying to contain his laughter. He giggles and giggles until he cannot take it anymore. “Nah boy. I can see you’re a good person. I trust you with her.”

You nervously laugh with him. “Ummm my parents say hi.”

“Yeah Yeah. Tell them I say Hi too.” He continues to laugh.

Then a shout comes from upstairs. “Dad! Is Oppa here?!”

“He is, honey. Hurry up!”

“Yeah! Yeah! Five more minutes please.”

You go back to sitting and waiting. Five minutes pass by and as an expected girl wouldn’t be read and neither has she. But as your sit on your phone, you finally hear those words.

“I’m ready!”

Then each step from the top of the staircase inches down. At each moment you anticipate your date appearing. After what feels like forever, you can finally see her. Your date, the one you’ll take to prom. Maybe have a secret crush but one thing is for sure. You aren’t going to forget this night.

You take her hand and escort her with you.

“Oppa, are you ready?”

“Never have I been ever ready for anything.”

#izone fluff #kpop fluff #kim minju #minju fluff

[marzipanandminutiae]

Wait could you share pics of the 1980s looking actress from the 1890s? I love things like that where your idea of time gets questioned. What even defines the physical/facial “look” for people from a particular era?

It was Ellaline Terriss! I forgot her name for a while, but just recalled it again

(Devoid of context, I would have said this was from the better class of wildly inaccurate 1970s period drama. But it's actually the better class of wildly inaccurate 1906 period fancy-dress, from a play called The Beauty of Bath.)

This, and some other photos I've seen here and there, prove that the idea of "modern faces" has no actual truth to it. People have always had all sorts of facial features; there's no correlation between one's face and one's time period. (Even without evidence, that would be a more logical supposition than the reverse!)

Nevertheless, we do perceive some faces as more "modern-looking" than others. "She has a face that knows what email is" was a common complaint against Dakota Johnson in Persuasion 2022. So where does that come from?

My guess is that we're subconsciously picking up on differences from the usual beauty standards/fashions/photographic posing conventions of the era. The photo above features a hairstyle that, while obviously fashionable at the time, also resembles Farrah Fawcett swoops or big 1980s waves. She's giving a big, toothy smile, but without the widened eyes or affected "saucy" pose that usually accompanied such in period photographs. She looks a bit thinner- or at least, stronger-chinned -than the usual slightly plump Edwardian beauty. There are so many tiny things here that contradict my mental image of "Edwardian woman," and while it's ridiculous to think that people in any era only looked a specific way...if what we see the most in old photos/paintings are people who uphold that era's standard of attractiveness, we may start to subconsciously think That's What People Looked Like Back Then.

And, by extension, that anything closer to our current beauty standard looks inherently modern.

#ask #anon #history #period drama #modern faces #interestingly I've never heard this said of actors of color #probably because they're still fighting the uphill battle to get people to believe that PoC existed back then #so people tend to think that their Entire Being knows what emails are #sigh

[bizarrelittlemew]

tagged by @petrichorca, @ghostalservice, and @chocolatepot 💖 Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people.

Stede Bonnet is dead, and Ed has made his peace with it. (Know real love when it aches, post s1-canon reunion fic where Stede comes back injured and Ed bathes and takes care of him, but mostly it's kind of tender smut?)

Hoofs, galloping in the distance. (Matching spark and flame, my Reverse Big Bang fic based on a FANTASTIC piece of art by @milkmothman, medieval fantasy au)

Ed took a satisfied look at his campsite—tent ready to withstand the elements (weather and human), comfortably holding his ultralight inflatable sleeping pad, sleeping bag, and the backpack holding exactly the necessary amount of clothes and items for five days on a grassy field, hopefully with less mud than in ’98. (Wanna share?, where Ed and Stede get together at a music festival after meeting over free condoms)

It was shaping up to be another sweltering day, and Stede had discarded the third outfit he’d tried on, now browsing through the summer linens for a more suitable shirt. (Getting dressed, aka the stockings stay on during sex in the auxiliary wardrobe - pwp inspired by a prompt from @tabbystardust)

Come with us to Jackie’z tonight, they’d said, admittedly with less pity than the last four invitations Stede had rejected. (Cashmere and lace, modern au pwp inspired by this tumblr post)

During my service aboard the ship by the name of the Revenge, a series of unusual and interesting cases came under my care, the majority involving stab wounds of the abdomen. (A Series of Cases of Penetrating Stab Wounds of the Abdomen, fix-it fic in the format of a medical journal paper authored by Roach (and Lucius))

Stede and Mary had to be the two most oblivious people in the world. (Overcompensation, modern au where Ed is in love with his best friend's (Mary's) boyfriend (Stede) - the one where Stede is excellent at cunnilingus and Ed very much wants to know if his skills transfer to fellatio)

Absolutely fucking perfect. (Who are we saying is captain right now?, my achievement of being the first (and so far only one??) to write Ed/Stede/Roach (aka Roasted). modern (90s) au where Roach's car breaks down and he knocks on Ed and Stede's door for help, ends up getting a little more than that)

“Where to, boss?” (Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe, 70s glam rock au with rockstar Ed and groupie Stede. @aha-my-villainous-thoughts made the art of my dreams and @dickfuckk made a video edit of one of the songs from Hair (the musical) that is referenced in the fic and i love them both eternally etc.)

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” (I adore seafood, 19th century au where Stede puts a personal ad in the newspaper and Ed answers it, unsure of whether he is reading his (gay) intentions correctly)

thank you for tagging me and i'm sure i'm retagging people here too (and if you already did it and i missed it i'd love a link to the post 💕) but it's no pressure 💖

@oatmilktruther, @xoxoemynn, @zombee, @trans-top-stede, @appleteeth, @karabwrites, @not-nervous-jester, @dracothelizard, @abigailpents, @knotwerk, and of course if anyone else wants to do it consider yourselves tagged 💖

#tagged #tag game #tag games #my fics #ofmd fic

[eulcgizeme]

incoming supernatural muses

these kiddos are coming out of retirement from a plot centered around college aged witches, and i would love to get some more things for them. their info and some wcs/plots are under the cut (:

willow adler (thomas doherty fc): fire element aligned witch, couldn't control his powers at a young age and ended up setting his house on fire. his brother and father survived, sisters perished, and mother was disfigured and found a way to hurt willow through it all since she blamed him. parents in debt from dad's gambling and witch activity. he's studying reconstructive surgery and is known for kitchen-sinking and throwing-the-baby-with-the-bath-water. kinky af, just sayin. plots: brother rivalry because willow is responsible for their parents death (he had a twin who could be opposite element, or similar element), someone who is his mother's caretaker and gets involved in the witch drama, witchy college students vague af but yeah

jayne keller (timothee chalamet fc): water aligned witch, sick sob. belongs to a coven that binded themselves but he just joined to suck up their power, bribed them to bind because he's the only bitch with a grimoire/spell book so he's in control even if it acts like he's dumb. he's probably much more out of his element than he thinks. he doesn't know what to do with the emotional connection that comes from all of them binding themselves together, let alone simply having actual friends with real similar interests. plots: another "chaotic evil" character that being emotionally linked to fucks them up and they have to navigate it together, or a good/bad boy trope of the good aligned emotions influencing his own and making his stray from his original plans with the coven, someone who knows hes up to no good, mostly coven plots tbh

dracula (thomas doherty fc): that's it, that's the plot. y'all know him. plots: him and a hunter, him and one of the vamps he's turned catching up after a cagey end of their relationship, etc.

arden bishop (david corenswet for young fc, adam brody fc for older): werewolf that is head of a biker gang after his grandfather finally died and he took over. hated the wolf curse and looked to modern science and spells to reverse it, dabbling in dark and kinky magic to try and fix it. now drowns most of his werewolf-esque senses in alcohol and reminisces all the people he's lost. has tested trials to get rid of curse on other people. plots: crime aligned plots, hunters who he works with bc he's trying to eradicate wolves to an extent, witches he deals to in order to surpress his own werewolf curse during a full moon, people in the pack.

constantine costello (tom holland fc): he is the little brother to a character who was turned, and he's stuck with a baby and the mother died or abandoned him with them. he has little control over his own werewolf curse but it hasn't been fully activated yet. he has ocd and a lot of his obsessions come from trying to tame his curse. brother has become responsible for the child in the mean time, and they're running to keep them both alive. plots: the brother, the mother showing up out of no where, humans unsuspecting in the town they're in, someone pressuring them to join a pack.

#wanted plot. #wanted.

[elithilanor]

Rúmil of Lórien NSFW Alphabet

MINORS DNI

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Strap in folks, this one is filthy and mostly BDSM. There are a handful BDSM masters in Lóthlorien and Rúmil is one of them. Celeborn is another. I don’t make the rules, you don’t make the rules. They make the rules.

TW: mentions of abuse and violence and also hard kinks and bdsm

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very kind and clean. He likes to get you both cleaned up as soon as he can (either a wipe down or a full bath depending), giving you lots of reassurance while he steps away to do that and get any food or drinks. He’ll then give you a massage and rub any healing ointments in. Liable to pull you into his arms once all the important stuff is taken care of and talk to you in a low and soothing voice to lull you to sleep. Will tell jokes to bring you back down.

If you’re in the club/dungeon (which is not a club because this isn’t a modern au, but how else do you describe like a fantasy munch/bdsm club?) it’s basically the same, but with the order reversed. He spends a lot more time checking in with you and unhooking you from whatever you’re strapped to.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his dick and what it can do. He’s not at all shy and he knows it’s one of his best features.

Your mouth. He loves oral and to hear you beg for him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s been with a couple Ñoldo women and he likes coming in their hair to rile them up and see how well they behave but he prefers coming down your throat after a good face fucking session.

Unlikely to come inside you. It’s reserved for elves he’s in a more casual long-sustained fuck partnership with.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Really likes the idea of having sex with a virginal human woman and absolutely ruining her on him. She’ll never have another one like him, no matter how hard she tries.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Incredibly experienced. I hc him as a long standing and well-respected member as whatever the fantasy equivalent of a bdsm and fetish club is in lothlorien. He definitely knows what he’s doing, been at it since he’s basically come of age or shortly thereafter, and often gives instruction or seminars to others. If you’ve got a council of Lothlorien BDSM elves, he’s on it.

Also means he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to consent and making sure others in the club and those in his life are being consensual with their partners and experiences.

He’s been in a couple romantic relationships but that’s not been something that’s panned out for him.

He’s willing to play with those who ask at the club (I need to find a better word for this - hit me with your Sindarin sex club ideas) and he has a handful of partners where they have a longstanding casual sex relationship.

He’s into all genders, but has been with more male and gender-nonconforming elves.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Bending you over something and taking you from behind. A couch, a desk, a chair, anything.

You on your knees with your mouth around his cock and his hands in your hair moving you any way he wishes.

Spread out at his wishes, basically.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s very strict, especially if you’re in a scene. He’ll laugh at you sometimes, but not with you if you know what I mean. Lots of smiles and smirks, depending on how things are going.

You can get him to loosen up more during casual sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Carpet definitely matches the drapes, but sometimes he shaves it off depending on what you’ve planned/what he’ll be wearing.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s very intense and very focused on both your pleasure. I wouldn’t say that he’s romantic, but there’s potential for it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yes (see below). He tends to run through fantasies or possible scenes in his head to a) work through them and b) to get off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oral/Face-fucking - preferably receiving. He gives head you just have to earn it (or he’s teasing you). He’s very good at it.

Cockwarming - on their knees while he’s working on something or ignoring them. Usually reserved for his good subs who just want to please. He will also hold you down after pressing inside you and not move to watch you squirm. Not sure it’s the same, but definitely related.

Hair-pulling

Impact Play - I cannot emphasize how much he loves this. Doesn’t like using the whip, he’d rather cane you. Soft to hard. Open handed to canes. Let this ellon bring you to tears and welt your skin and you’ll be one of his favorites.

D/s dynamics - obviously. He’s a Dom, he doesn’t sub for people. He’ll occasionally top from the bottom, though. He’s strict, but wouldn’t really be classified as a mean or cruel dom. What he’s asking is what he wants, he won’t change it up on you and if you ask something he doesn’t demean you when you get it. Is called either Master or Sir in scene, maybe Rúmil if you’re long-term partners and you’re lucky

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Over any surface

He’ll play in front of others - esp if you’re into that - but he honestly prefers somewhere with at least a closed and lockable door so he doesn’t have to worry about breaking a scene or having to focus on possible exposure rather than making sure everything is going safely with you.

Preferably somewhere with softer surfaces so he can control bruising.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Brats who are asking for punishment and need to be taught their place - let him break you completely down and rebuild you and hear you say thank you sir

Good, good subs who just want to please him and beg him ever so sweetly - he loves being able to praise honestly; he’s very genuinely proud when they do well

Those who are earnestly curious and want to learn in a safe and controlled environment

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Actually drawing blood, knife play, consensual non-consent, piss or scat play, age-play/daddy dom

Pet play outside of nicknames (eg kitten, pet, bunny)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Super skilled and very good at it. He does it mostly to tease or a very rare reward. Has used it when his partner is stressed to help relax them to continue (consensually and asked for ofc).

But he definitely prefers receiving and he wants it rough if you can handle it. Choking, gagging, full on face-fucking.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The whole experience is drawn out, but once he’s fucking you, it tends to be hard and fast

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely. They tend to be for his pleasure, not yours. And you’re 9 out 10 times not going to come. One of his favorite methods if there’s pre-negotiated edging or denial and he’ll let you come after a certain number of times or several weeks etc later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes. Just, yes. He’ll try most things once and on himself before he even thinks about using it on someone else.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He could literally go all day. Obviously with breaks for things like food, water, etc, but if you have a day for him to completely break you down, he’d be thrilled.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

100% yes. Mostly in the form of impact tools, plugs, and blindfolds.

Has a handful of high-quality ropes and silk ties, but they’re not his favorite. He mostly ties you down if you ask or if there’s a lot of impact play.

Has a spreader bar and he loves using it if it’s a long scene. Let him spread you apart and ruin you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t really tease without follow-through, although sometimes that’s a couple of hours later.

Lots of ruined orgasms, edging, and denial though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lots of groaning, hissing, and grunts. He tends to swear. But not very loud. He’s calm and moderate when he speaks and that’s across the board.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Really enjoys helping people feel safe and comfortable in their bodies and their sexual needs. He’s the elf that is usually requested if someone is new, experimenting with something more hardcore, or if someone has had bad or abusive experiences or partners.

He gives seminars to new kinksters so they can spot red flags and know the safe, sane, and consensual basics.

When he first started out, he chose to be trained as a submissive because although he knew (and it was affirmed doing this) that he wasn’t submissive, he wanted to be the best Dom possible.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Definitely girthy and medium heavy. Average length. Uncut.

Do elves do circumcision? I mean, why not I guess?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very. He probably wouldn’t do a developed scene more often than once or twice a week because it’s draining, but he’ll easily have more casual sex and play once a day.

Masturbation at least once a day, especially if he doesn’t have a partner at the time.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He gets pretty tired, but he doesn’t fall asleep usually because he wants to make sure aftercare is completed first.

If you’re fine though and are running your fingers through his hair? Yeah, he’ll knock out pretty quickly.

#minors dni #lotr imagine #elithilanor #rumil #Rúmil of lothlorien #Rúmil of lorien #elves of lothlorien #lothlorien imagine

[senatushq]

Apollo

NAME/ALIASES. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. Prehistoric & Unknown SPECIES. Aspect GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him or He/They AFFILIATIONS. UTP OCCUPATION. UTP

History

Fallen in the battle between the Elder Gods and the Great Old Ones, a struggle that would come to be known as the Titanomachy, Apollo and his sister died side by side and were later resurrected after their Uthenera in the divine realm of Elysia high above Hyperborea. He awoke shortly after his sister in the vessel of a former light elf, his sister, Artemis, aided their mother in ushering him into this form moments after her own reincarnation. Apollo returned to the battle to fight alongside his divine father, Ulthar, together they pushed back the forces of the Great Old Ones, the Titans that had ruled the earth for an immemorial period of time. In Eden, Apollo came to be known as a protector of warriors, companion of Adam and nymphs alike, alongside Prometheus, the eladrins, and the avariel, Apollo took to the creations of the garden with zeal. Known for his obsessive nature, Apollo developed a fondness for storytelling and prophecy, he’d bless those that he’d become affectionate towards and in one such occurrence the Graeae spoke through them of the inevitable fall of Eden, and the Two Trees that bathed the garden in immortal light. While the great majority of the divine either fell into Uthenera, or retreated to Elysia to dwell upon Mount Olympus, Apollo and his sister opted to stay and live among the archdruids, the avariel, and the varied specters of humanity that permeated the doomed garden of the Gods. While Artemis was invested in protecting the fruit of Eden, Apollo was more interested in seeing how the events would unfold and how he might influence them to his own benefit. 

As the Graeae had foretold, the garden fell and Apollo emerged from the ashes of the seraphim’s rebellion unscathed. Artemis was obsessed with finding those that she found most worthy of Elysium, shepherding demigods to safety while Apollo’s interests lay elsewhere. Mortals were inherently fascinating creatures, however short-lived. He had many lovers, tales of his exploits would be passed down from the Greeks to the Romans and permeated into modern civilization. Patron of the Oracle at Delphi, his followers were among the most influential in the ancient world, captivated by an heir of Sparta, Apollo’s lover met a tragic end but demigods were not so easily destroyed. He tied the demigod’s soul to the mortal realm, even as Apollo shepherded him to the fields of Elysium where he’d live eternally. An observer, time and time again Apollo has returned to the mortal realm to aid or hinder the efforts of others depending on his mood, Artemis’ insistence on being present for the rise of their divine ancestor has led him back to the old stomping grounds - if only to see firsthand how the events might unfold.

Connections

Artemis: Sibling deities, Artemis was always seen as the protector of women and young girls while Apollo was the protector of men and young boys. While their motivations have always been at odds their loyalty to one another has never waivered. 

Nettelia: Companion of Eden, Apollo taught the beginnings of the lessons she’d later take on in the healing arts. His patron long after the fall of Eden.

Pythia: Vanquisher of Python, Apollo alongside his sister Artemis bested Pythia in the rebellion of angels and looked on as Oztalun cast the fallen seraphim into the Inferno. 

Abilities

Immortal: possessing the body of a demigod, Apollo is ageless and endless. Even if someone manages to destroy his form, he will pass on into Uthenera until his spirit returns to take another vessel. 

Vitality: both the healer and the plague, Apollo is able to both imbue people with any sickness that he can imagine, and reverse it. 

Oracular: able to bestow the ability to see the future on others, can manipulate the host to provide an oracle for him when needed. 

Meter: with a few lines of rhyme, Apollo is able to curse an intended target who listens to the length of it.

Weaknesses

Divine: Incapable of telling a lie.  

Wrought: Iron will burn him, it’s one of the few metals capable of piercing his skin.

Vessel: If Apollo’s body is destroyed he will need to possess another.  

Elven: A seraph blade through the heart will kill him, sending him into Uthenera.  

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY CLOSED.

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[mysticheathenn]

Get to Know Your Tarot Reader!

Where or how did you start learning Tarot? I watched a lot of pick-a-card readings and noticed how each reader deciphers each card. When I finally decided to do readings I purchased and downloaded several tarot journals and guides to help. Overall, I’m more of an intuitive reader than reading cards based on their meanings.

Topic/theme you are good at? Life, Purpose, Guidance, Money, Family/Friends

Do you read reversal, why and why not? Yes and no. I keep reversals but because I’m an intuitive reader that doesn’t always mean something good or bad is happening. I go off the energy that I feel from the cards and not always their meanings.

A card you identify with (signifier)? It’s between The High Priestess & Queen of Swords

Your birth cards; do you see yourself in those cards? Yes. (Hermit & Moon). I tend to keep to myself and only say what needs to be said nothing more unless asked.

Deck(s) you use? A lot, haha! To name my favorites: Muse Tarot, Moonology (both decks), Spellcasting Oracle, Starseed Oracle, Modern Witch Tarot, etc.

Do you cleanse your deck(s), and how? Yes. Depends on how the decks feel. If they feel heavy then I cleanse them either in the moonlight or with a certain sage/dragon blood and the window open. If they feel light but need a bit of a refresh I blow on them and knock a few times to shake the energy it’s holding.

Do you have a ritual or a prayer you do before a reading? So far nothing special. I mostly just have dragon blood burning as I am reading and I ask my guides for protection. Sometimes afterwards I will take a spiritual bath if the energies are heavy.

Do you believe decks have personalities? If yes, what are your decks’ personalities? Yes, my tarot decks are like me and give me cutthroat readings haha.

Decks you want to buy? Too many to list, haha. If you would like to buy me a deck to use for a personal or general reading click here.

Your favorite Suit, why? Cups because its energy is beautiful. If not Cups, Wands in 2nd Place and Pentacles in 3rd.

Your favorite Major Arcana, why? Death because in every ending there’s a new beginning and I find that poetic.

Your favorite Minor Arcana, why? 10 of Cups because everyone deserves that kind of feeling and fulfillment in their life.

Card(s) you dislike and why? The Moon, because of its ambiguous energy.

Your opinion on the Tower, Death, The Devil, 10 of Swords and other ‘negative’ cards? I never find any of those cards as negative because they are just things in life that need to change. I find them as wake-up call cards rather than negative.

Do you have any weird or interesting experiences with tarot? Nothing weird or interesting so far but I do love it when spirit confirms the reading through oracle cards or a passage from the book that came with the oracle/tarot deck.

Any controversial opinion about tarot reading? I don’t think this opinion is controversial more so that tarot reads current energy and what you are doing with your life that causes ripple effects to get your message for your reading. So if I say someone new is coming into your life romantically and currently at the time of the reading you are going out all the time but then stop going out other than just to go to work or grocery shopping of course no one new is coming in unless you’re active online. Information changes which is why I say it shouldn’t be used to predict things but more so used as a guide or confirmation on things you already know or hope will come to pass if you do the work required to bring them in.

Message/Tips for beginners OR querents? Figure out what kind of tarot reader you are. Some of us including myself are intuitive readers, some of us are card-meaning readers, and some go off of other things maybe symbols on the card. Figure that out and go from there. It will help relieve some stress in thinking you are doing things wrong because everyone is different so don’t feel you need to copy someone else. Be authentic in your practice.

Recommendation (tarot readers, websites, videos, books, etc)? (TBA)

What other interests do you have? Reading, Sims Franchise, My Shih-poo, traveling, quiet nights stargazing or night drives.

[gelatinlabs]

Explore the Film Developing Agency and the Experts with More Ideology

As per this new modern technology world, digital cameras are available for users where they can take lots and lots of pictures in them. Inside the camera there is a film that helps you to save the image that you catch in your camera. If you like to develop the film in a faster way, then reading this content helps you more where you can enjoy looking at those photos. Film developing and processing labs have dwindled in number ever since digital photography came around, and you can find it a little bit difficult to find one in your area. 

Film is a great thing in a camera that will be useful for you in improving the way you take photos. So, this content provides you with more details about fast film development excellently.

What are the three forms of the development process?

In the fast film developing process, there are three forms that you must know that will be more interesting for you. It will offer you a great idea about how to develop the film, and they are black and white negative, colour negative and colour reversal or slide film. These are the three forms of development process that you should know to develop the film easily, quickly and effectively. You must know about all the film developing steps in detail by choosing the best website that is for you to gather huge ideas. 

Required elements for film development:

Here are some of the elements that a photographer needs to develop film, and they are given to you in the content below. The elements are the black and white developer, fixer and stop bath, and a changing bag for facilitating and removing the film from its canister or spool to develop the tank. The other element is a developing tank and reels, where the actual development of the film takes place after you load your film in the reel.

Then it would help if you had the digital thermometer for ensuring your chemistry, a timer for ensuring correct development times, a bottle opener, and scissors, which are both solely used for 35mm for removing the film from its canister. There should also be beakers or containers to measure the requisite amount of chemistry, bottles for storing your chemistry, film clips and a bathroom for drying your film after they develop, a sink, bath or anywhere with access to a water supply and a funnel for each bottle of chemicals to help it prevent most spills while pouring it back into their bottles for reusing it.  

Choose the best agency and experts for film development: There are two ways to develop film in the camera where the photographers basically know how to develop the film. Instead, others of having a chance to know how to do it, and that is why they have to visit the fast film developing near me, which is a popular shop among the crowd. If you choose the best film development agency and the professional for it, they can work with more dedication and concentration in the work. They can help you in developing your film and make you more satisfied when you choose them by taking more factors into your mind.

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[kinglyisms-archived]

[ scars ]   sender gently tracing receiver's scars + reverse ? / thalien & hiroki

♚ — @mythcaels ;; Hiroki & Thalien. 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

Hiroki's bathroom was very much what someone would expect from Royalty. The bathroom was connected to his bedroom, and in much older days it was called The Royal Bathing Chambers, which it might actually still be called that on the Castle blueprints. It had been updated to modern settings, having both a large inground bathtub and then a walk-in-shower.

Convincing Thalien to take a shower with him had been rather difficult. It ended with him simply grabbing the other's arm and pulling him into the bathroom before he could continue to think of ways to object to the idea of it. They were married, and to further their relationship they did need to try more intimate things. He wasn't suggesting they do anything indecent in the shower, but just to get over that hurdle of seeing each other naked.

Once in the bathroom he stripped down himself, one piece at a time, tossing them down into the laundry basket that would be collected later and washed. He kept his back to Thalien, to give him privacy, not wanting to stare at him and make him anymore uncomfortable than he seemed to be at this.

He was working the clips and accessories out of his hair that was tightly done up in the bun when he felt the fingers that dragged along his back suddenly, tracing the large scar back there. The sensation of the other's fingers moving across the rough, jagged skin, caused a small shutter to run through his body. He sat the clips down and pulled his hair over his shoulder.

"Hunting accident, with my father." Accident shouldn't have been used in that sentence, but he had no proof it wasn't.

He turned to face Thalien and offered him a smile to show it didn't bother him. Hiroki had more than gotten his revenge. He no longer held any particularly strong emotions toward his father other than disappointment and hatred.

"You have a lot more than me." Scars, that was. The only notable one for him was the one on his back. The rest were small and unimpressive ones, mostly actual accidents from struggling to control his powers. Thalien had a lot more and the most notable one from where he was standing, was the burn like marks along Thalien's neck. He reached his own hand up and gently placed the tips of his fingers against the burned skin, trailing a gentle touch along them.

They weren't even in the shower yet and things arleady felt far more intimate than he intended for them to.

"Why don't we get in the shower and then you can tell me if you want. Before we freeze." They were naked.

#mythcaels #♚ — resident; hiroki nakamura. #♚ — inquires answered.

[portmacquarieaustralia]

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[terrigalaustralia]

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[falsebooles123]

Finding the First Gay Kiss - Diary of a Big Ole Gay: 12/9/22

Hey whores sorry its been a minute I've been feeling enniu and spending money to fill my holes.

(this popped up when I typed in "any hole is a goal" so take from that what you will.)

I have also been watching gay shit so lets see where we left off.

(*checks notes*)

fuck its vingarne???? thats like so fucking long ago. ok well buckle in whores I'm gonna write as much as I can in the next half hour and then I have to get ready for a twitch stream where I you guessed it, watch more gay films, (twitch is just my username btw).

Coney Island (1917) dir by Roscoe Fatty Arbunkle

So this is one of the more transphobic films so far and honestly not the vibe. If you are like me and you keep looking up pictures of Fatty Arbunkle in drag for "research" then you will have seen him in a bathing outfit. In fact I saw a clip of this in disclosure and nobody chose to credit fatty arbunkle in this so I could watch.

The actually plot is beyond annoying we have the classic henpecked husband trope, (tbh I find the trope intresting just because its such a different marital dynamic then I'm used to seeing in film), who goes to coney island. Buster Keatons girlfriend just fucking leaves him cause he can't pay for tickets so he sneaks into the fair to do shaninagans. who the fuck cares its buster Keaton I would watch that man do anything.

at some point Fatty wants to go swimming but the clerk is fatphobic to him so the obvious answer to this problem is of course crossdressing. I still absolutely love how this is the solution for everything in these films its refreshing after growing up in the 2000s

also buster keaton does a backflip.

(FUCK MY BUSSY KING)

oh also some whore named st. john is in this, bitch we don't know her.

The actually cross dressing elements become quickly problamatic. Its like if fatty arbunkle did so wack cocaine and one of his orgys and dream walked into the mind of a 21st century terf before he wrote the script. its a lot of sexual predators, (fatty), invading women's spaces and men being "tricked" by fattys drag persona. and don't get me wrong its not like there isn't other gender shaninagans in these role reversal films but this one is just recognizable transphobic. Like it plays off tropes and narratives I recognize from modern discourse just in the same way that behind the screen was a recognizable "fairy" trope.

I Don't Want To Be a Man (1918) dir Ernst Lubistch

so this film sucks in the sense that I hate the characters and its super sexist but you do have this character in boy mode absolutely making out with a guy heres a quote from my LB review.

Its at this point we get to the stage of HOW GAY WAS IT! because essentialy what happens is that Occi gets drunk AF and starts making out with a dude.

Now I feel that even though objectively this was some straight shit since she identifies as a women its still siturationally queer, I've been watching a lot of these "Role-Reversal" comedies back to back and there really isn't a concept of passing in these films even in siturations in which a character is very clearly cross dressing, (Mabel's Blunder and the Porter from The ABC of Love) come to mind the characters are unable to distinguish them from there presentation. I also don't think that this suspension of disbelief is set specifically to this era either. Even modern films like ugh... Shes The Man present these cross-dressing as serving masc with the suspicion presented being about performance not presentation. 

Side Note: A lot of these types of films absolutely reek with transphobic and homophobic "comedy"

So in the scope of the narrative and genre, I have to assume that Occi presents fully as male in these scenes and that the other characters are interacting with her in boymode. Which to me means that when the guy kisses her, thats gay. Its gay because he was had the absolute attention of kissing a man at the time dispite him not having all the available information. 

Also he was like totally surprised when he found out she was a women so like honestly we stan this bisexual disaster right here. 

like sure I don't love this film but like her DADDY being bisexual is kinda hawt.

Side note: I'm using the term daddy to refur to this love interest character who is present as moralizing and domineering. Its usually paired with a "wild child" who needs to be taught to settle down and you know be a "respectable women" think Angel and the Bad Man, theres this fucked up conflation of a male love interest as being both sexual desirable and paternal its very fruedian.

(I couldn't find that scene where Clint Eastwood beats his wife and its presented as totally chill so heres the only picture under "spanking" that isn't literal porn)

Yankee Doodle in Berlin (1919) dir F. Richard Jones

So yeah this is just a comedy where a guy dresses in drag. Bothwell Browne was a female impersanator from europe and while I don't believe he had very many film gigs he was of a similar celebrity as Julien Eltinge. Eltinge himself starred in a similar propaganda flick whose name escapes me.

These films were playing off of the public interest of vauldeville and female impersanation so its a lot more family friendly drag show then any thing queer and subversive.

Interesting history note but not great otherwise.

Ander die Als Anderan {Different from the others} (1919) dir. Richard Oswald

ok so I have exactly one minute to finish this blog so I'm just gonna paste the whole ass history of this film from my working script on the subject.

Ok so I was really excited to get to this film but first I need to talk about post world war 1 Germany, yaasssss bitch, its the part of every video that I just accidentally bring up the rise of Fascism, woopsie. But First Homophobia. 

This film is heavily concerned with the appeal of section 175 which those who know there gay history immediately recognize. Section or paragraph 175 was a german law that and I’m simplifying here, criminalizes Homosexual Activity. It was based off of medieval anti-sodomy laws and during different parts of Germanys history it has existed in more lenient and draconic measures. 

This measure was protested by a variety of people notable the Scientific Humanitarian Committee which was founded in 1897 and the World League for Sexual Reform in 1921 both founded by one Magnus Hirshfield. Hirshfield was a sexologist and while he wasn’t the only person or first person involved in this fight he was very influential. Now once again simplifying but a pet theory that was going around europe at the time was this idea of degeneration. Bitch do I need to explain eugenics to you. Basically Mendel was like hey vetch genetics exist and then fifty years later people were like actually the queers are a social contagion. They were considered degenerate, you know weak stock, like a runt dog or a horse with club foot, the merciful thing would be to take it out behind the woodshed. 

So Hirshfield with his queens and eggheads were like um actually Reich und Lander being homosexual isn’t literally a suicide gene meant to destory civilization its actually just a natural variation of humanity. Hirschfield referred to it as being a sexual intermediary or Third Sex, this notion of being between the dicometric poles in nature, Your’ve may have heard the phrase Sexual Invert as well all from the same well you get it. 

In 1919 Hirshfield founded the Institite fur sexualwissenkraft, which was a non-profit dedicated to researching queer identity and also provided education and medical resources, for instance being involved with the transition of Danish Painter Lili Elbe. During the same year an austrian director by the name of Richard Osward teamed up with hirshfield to make a Aufklärungsfilm, or sexual enlightment film. Basically an education film about a taboo subject like drugs or the gays. 

The film was supposedly very successful but in 1920, the republic established a censorship board and Different from the Others was reduced to only being able to be shown to clergy and doctors for educational purposes. There was however a shortened version included in another documentary called Laws of Love in 1927 that just so happened to make its way to Ukraine. Keep a pin in that. 

Unfortunately as we all know in 1933 The Nazis official took power and in may of the same year The German Student Union called “Action against the Un-German Spirit” which called for the destruction of any work that went against nazis ideals, Hirshfield being a Jewish Kinkster was obvioiusly on the list, The German Student Union broke into the Institute fur Sexualwissenkraft and tore down the thousands of books, films and other documents and burned them including of course the full version of Anders als die Anderen. Like that in one day in may, one of the largest resources of queer knowledge was destroyed. 

As Tragic as it is luckily the frost didn’t get to all the potatoes. Remember that copy of Laws of Love well luckily historians managed to get ahold of it so the world at least has a glimpse of hirshfields original intention. 

Well now that I spent a good what 15 minutes telling you about the cultural baggage this film has I guess I should probably talk about whether or not the gay kiss happens. 

Well yes and know most of the film is concerned about how kinda fucked up how Section 175 is and while the movies straight up is like Hello I’m a homosexual can I have some rights please. Its actually pretty light on the pda. Its definitely queer Hirshfield wanted to “Usualize” Queer experience so we have people cruising in a ballroom and so forth but the closest we get to a gay kiss is through implication, where we have to young school boys lean in and then a fade to black. Like we definitely know what was going on but we don’t get to see it. 

anyway whores stay tuned for more update articles because this is the one way we are keeping the now 120 films straight in my mind. Also if I watch any queer short films that arn't on the list then I'll add them to it I decided.

#diary #queer cinema #fatphobia #transphobia #cw fascism #cw nazis #cw censoreship #movies #firstgaykiss