#philosophize me mommy

[arthenaa]

Could i ask for HCs of Mizu with a mommy kink? Like her liking to be called that? Thank you!

Mizu with a Mommy Kink (18+ mdni after the line) gender neutral! reader

ALRIGHT

Honestly, the kink stemmed from the fact that she's a natural protector

She may have a contradicting personality with regards to socialization but overall, it's probably because it's influenced by the values and mindset that she learned from when she was young

Violence had never been the right answer and while the world continues to change influenced by the bloodbath in its history, why can't she make use of it as a way to save others?

yeahh getting philosophical in a fucking nsfw post YEAHHH

anyways, you and Mizu had been acquainted for a while now and she respects you enough to be somewhat vulnerable with you

It's the same with you as well, you regard Mizu as a close confidant of your life stories

It's safe to say that you know each other well enough despite how it looks

There have also been quite close calls that made your relationship with Mizu border something more than acquaintances slash friends with a question mark in bold (its for the emphasis)

So imagine to your surprise how worked up she gets over a joke you made after commenting on her natural need to protect

"Y'know," You lick your lips, eyes squinting as you assessed the woman before you quietly drinking her tea. "You have a natural sense of protecting. Kinda like a mommy."

The blue-eyed samurai freezes in her place

It was a look of horror at first and you were quite tipsy during that time (you two were lounging at your home)

So your thought process was, heyyy why not make fun of this mf while I have no shame

so you did

The look of horror, turned into being uncomfortable until her cheeks flushed to a deep shade of red

You've never seen someone change emotions in just a few seconds

You were enjoying this clearly

Mizu was having none of it and while the term did fluster and invoke horrors worthy enough of the judgment of Izanami no Mikoto

Fueled by her emotions, her secret-not-so-secret attraction towards you, and her need to shut you up, Mizu moved towards you

And now you're where you are now

NSFW

Soft dom with a hint of sadistic tendencies

She likes making you beg and plead for her to do something, then turn a 180 and praise you for your work

loves loves loves overstimulating you

I think its because she hasn't gotten any action over the past few years that all she's doing is take take take from you

You're writhing and shaking in the sheets with just her mouth and she hasn't even gone to her fingers yet

She loves looking down at you, reveling in the superiority that your submission to her brings

It makes her menacing tbh but its hot okay

This mf eats you up like a champ

Fast learner

Has a good stamina but her refractory period can take some time

so yeah it ultimately ends up with you overstimulating a dozen times before she finally gets to have her own release (also probs bc she prioritizes your pleasure over her own)

she loves it

She gives you reigns at first, just to let her know what to do and a few seconds later, your eyes are rolling in the back of your head

Quite manipulative in bed

Says a lot of things like, "you're mine right?", "say you want me", "tell mommy that she's all you need"

you indulge her manipulative tendencies tho

all of this is making you develop a praise kink omf

Sometimes gets overwhelmed by the pleasure and pushes you too far but thats okay cuz its mizu

Stops completely and stares you down when you stop saying mommy

That completely just puts you in your spot

Then her voice drops to a chill and calm tone and suddenly you're shivering and flushing at her stare

Know how people's eyes get duller when they're in the state of lust or smn

Hers get brighter for some reason

She likes positions that allow her to wrap her arms around you or where her body is either on top or covering you

yeahhh stems from the need to protect

After you and Mizu establish this kind of relationship, she begins to act more mischievous around you

MIZU IS MISCHIEVOUS damn, that mf will tease you like its nothing

she will eye you up with no shame, whisper in your ear like its not bothering you, and then act like she hasn't done anything at all

Esp when she gets joke gifts from the brothel like sex toys and what not

She will use them on you and you will limp for a week

More of a service-top rather than receiving

She likes the reactions she's pulling out of you and when you return the favor, she pampers you with so much love and affection and you just flush in shyness

yeaaaaa, its okay to be a red flag in bed as long as it's mizu

#arthenaa #the blue eyed samurai #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu smut #mizu x reader #mizu bes

[leviscolwill]

— dad!jude bellingham headcanons !

pairing: dad!jude bellingham x fem!reader

req: could you write dad!judebellingham ml <3

note: i tried writing headcanons because i feel like my writing is very 👎👎🍅🍅🍅 at the moment, i hope you'll like it still !! reblogs are VERY appreciated since the tags are in a silly goofy mood right now #useless 😝🤪

tag list: @ceofmercedes &lt;3

it's well established on judeblr that he is a girl dad, so girl dad it is

i think he would spiral a bit over the fact that you're growing a whole human being in you

he would say random shit like “no but do you feel her legs grow ?”

and you're like 😐😐😐 of course not

but the poor boy is just clueless 😪

he would always remind you of how you're the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you're crying your eyes out because ron fell off his chess piece in the philosopher's stone

now,, i think we're all well aware he would spoil your daughter rotten

getting her new clothes or new toys whenever he passes in front of a store because “she might need it one day”

but !! he would never let her turn into a “daddy i want a squirrel” kinda girl

you would both make sure she's very well mannered because he is very aware his parents' education played a big part in who he is today

i feel like being strict wouldn't be a problem for him either

yk being the eldest in his family, he wouldn't be swayed by your girl's pleading eyes when she acts wrong

he would 100% cry on her first day of pre-school (it's the cancer in him)

and he would try to drop her / pick her up from school as much as he possibly can with training and stuff

if you speak another language, you'd learn it to your daughter and use it to talk shit about jude 🤭

“have you seen what he wore today ?” “yeah daddy's shirt is very ugly”

in my case she would say quoicoubeh to him

i feel like he'd get so frustrated and start sulking amd pouting before your daughter reassures him

okayy bc it's spooky szn rn 😋

family matching costumes !! (call it corny 😡 i do not care)

monsters, disney characters or the adams family... he'd have soooo many ideas

he'd go trick or treating just to eat all the sweets

playfights with your daughter for their girl's attention

“it's my mommy !”

“oh yeah ? but mommy liked me before, so i'm the number one in her heart”

“it's not true ! mommy tell him he's a liar”

you can only roll your eyes because he really has beef with a whole child ???

but he's just a kid himself !!

everytime she gets to see uncle jobe she's overly happy

and jude would smack the back of his head when he says a bad word

(like he's not the one to curse at home yk 🙄)

is it a bad thing i think he would secretly hope your daughter has a bad dream so she'd have a good excuse to sleep in between you both ?

because he would

just to cuddle with her

then he regrets it when she wakes him up early in the morning

when she grows up he would be soooo invested in her school's dramas

like, actually asking for updates during dinner like he's dan from gossip girl

“what do you mean ben is dating his ex's best friend ?? he's such a di... bad person”

he'd be so gassed whenever she would wear his shirt (especially at school)

like you got all these clothes but chose this particular england shirt ? 🥹🥹

(as if half her wardrobe isn't his jerseys from every club he's been at)

(+ jerseys he exchanged with other players and signed jerseys by football legends)

he would sooo show her off to his teammates

“yeah my girl knows how to read now” 😎

and show every picture of her EVER

even the embarrassing ones

100% would introduce his friends as uncles

“say hi to uncle gio” (🫠)

now hear me out bc i think it's my favourite idea

he would totally look up hairstyles tutorials for your babygirl and try them out

once he gets the hang of it, he would never stop finding new ones

and since he doesn't have a sister, he would go to his mum for advice

on hair, but also girl stuff so he can pretend he already knows it all in front of you

you'd also go to his mum to advice tho, because being a parent (especially a mum) is never easy

and she would gladly share all of them with you

when you get into fights with jude your girl would always try to make it better

“dad says he's sorry”, “mum said she's not mad anymore”

of course you both know she's lying but somehow it always works ???

so your relationship is the prime example of what she's looking for when she grows up

and she secretly hopes she gets to love her s/o just like her parents love each other (too corny now ?)

anyways jude would treat you both like his little princesses, and he's so so so grateful he gets to live a lifetime with you two

or maybe more than two who knows 🚶‍♀️

#is it too messy ?? #or is it readable ? #is this too much ? #yeah probably #jude bellingham x reader #football x reader #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham #jude bellingham headcanons #football one shot #football fluff #football imagine #football headcanon

[widowbitessting]

Bedtime? What Bedtime? A Sugar Mommies Drabble

Prompt: Reader/baby reacting to getting a bedtime after not resting enough in one of her exam periods.

Word Count: 908

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom! Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

“A bedtime?” You say, eyes nearly bulging from your head. “What am I? 4?” 

“The way you’re acting right now, yes, yes, you are.” Natasha replies. 

“I am not going - no! No way! That’s ridiculous! Wanda, back me up here!” 

The older woman just shakes her head and holds her hands up in a mock surrender. 

“Normally I would, but this time I actually side with Carol and Natasha; baby girl.”

You glower at her. How could she? 

“I am not having a bedtime.”

“How much sleep did you get last night, detka?” Natasha asks. You open your mouth to reply, a cocky response on the tip of your tongue, your inner brat riling up, ready to swing; but when the red head raises her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, your brat vanishes in a puff of pathetic smoke. 

“I - why is that important?” 

“Because your dom is asking you, that’s why.” She replies. “Now answer the question.” 

“...I don’t see why I have to…” 

“5.” 

“What?” You stare at Wanda. 

“4.

“What is she doing? Why is she counting?” 

“3.” 

“...Wanda…” 

“2.” 

“Answer Natasha’s question, Y/N. Your final warning before things get ugly.” Wanda says, her glare fixed just on you.

“I don’t know…I finally…I…crashed around 3…maybe 4am?” 

“When did you wake up?” Wanda asks, stepping towards you. You automatically try to step back but Carol is there behind you, blocking your body from any chance of escape. 

“7…”

“That had better be PM babygirl.” Carol whispers into your ear. 

“A-AM…” 

“So last night, you’re telling me, you slept for 3 hours?!” Natasha shouts, she really doesn’t mean to, but she knows for sure people at the local Starbucks heard her.

“Maybe? I mean…it was like a nap…”

“Not helping your case there, bunny.” Carol murumers. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think that through.” You try to move from around Carol’s body but her grasp tightens around your wrists and she doesn’t let you budge.

“Oh no, sugar.” She smirks. “You’re not getting away that easily.” 

“What are we going to do with you?” Natasha sighs. 

“Oh I know perfectly well what to do with her,” Wanda glares at you, causing you to let out a pathetic sound and burrow into Carol.

“Save me and I’ll do your chores for a month, Danvers.”

The blonde cackles, momentarily letting you go, and you take your chance. Making a dive for freedom that is short lived. Carol snatches you back up and holds you in a hold so tight that no amount of wiggling will set you free.

“Nice try, baby, but you aren’t going to bribe me that easily. Now be good, accept your punishment like a good little brat.”

“But -” 

“No buts, unless it’s yours.” Carol says. 

Your grin slides off your face when you make eye contact with Wanda. 

“Now, whilst we discuss your brand new and very permanent bedtime, you may go to your corner and kneel, and think about the apology letters that you will be writing to each of us.” 

“Each?!” 

“With no complaints.” Her tone is firm and you really have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at her. Instead, you just gape at all of them.

“I - what…?” 

“Off you go, sweetness. The grownups have some stuff to discuss.” Wanda tells you, squishing your cheeks as you pass her. “You know what to do and what position we like. I’ll come and tap your shoulder when you’re done; understood?”

“Yes.”

Her fingers squeeze just a little harder.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, mommy.” 

“Good. Off you go.” 

That night, at 9:55pm, you’re lying in bed with Wanda as she reads to you another chapter from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. You lie there, facing her, head cradled against her chest as she reads some of the dialect from Albus Dumbledore and you can’t help but shake the exhausted feeling in your body. Your eyes are heavy, burning with sleep and you fight with them to stay open. It’s when you yawn, do you catch Wanda’s attention and she leans down to kiss your temple.

“Sleep, detka. Don’t fight it. We will all be here in the morning when you wake up.”

“But -” 

“- and you can finish your work too, with breakfast if you’d like.”

“No…I wanna know what happens in the book.”

Wanda giggles, and looks down at you with adoration.

“How many times have you read these, baby?” she asks.

“...couple…”

“And yet you want to know what happens?” 

“Just call me Dory.” 

That earns you another laugh and this time, a peck on the lips.

“How about this, if you fall asleep, I stop reading immediately and we can continue on during breakfast. Does that sound okay?” 

“...I’d like that.” You yawn again.

“Good girl,” she says. “Now shut those beautiful eyes for me.”

You do as you’re told.

“And don’t forget, bedtime is at 10pm, yes?”

“Mhm.” 

“One day it might even be 10:30. But for now, 10pm works just fine I think. Don’t you think so?” 

She’s baiting you. But you’re far too exhausted to bite. So you just sleepily agree and vow to fight her on bed time tomorrow, when you’re fully refreshed. 

It’s a very good plan. Foolproof some might say. 

You fall asleep as Wanda reaches the end of the chapter and dream of nothing.

Smiling when Wanda tucks you in and settles down for the night also. 

One word on your mind: bliss. 

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #sugar mommies!asks #spiderbites #smu #sugar mommies drabble

[cissyenthusiast010155]

heyyy!! im back with another idea🤭

with this can you use prompt numbers 31 & 44 with narcissa x reader? like maybe cissy is the readers teacher but can you make it really smutty? like cissy is the dom obviously but you can make this anyway you like🤭🤭

Togetherness Through Hard Times ~Dom!Teacher!Narcissa Malfoy xFem Sub!Student!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Narcissa and Reader comfort each other through a xmas alone. Anon Response— Hi hi @mxmmyviolet !! Of course I can write this, thank you for the request! Hope you Enjoy 💞💞

Previous Bingo <—found here!

Holiday Bingo <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Prompt- Spending X-mas Alone

#31. “What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about them/me?”

#44. “That’s right, grind down on me…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, light smut, grinding, teasing, dom/sub relations, fluff, happy endings, etc.

Enjoy (;

It was Christmas morning. Bright and early. And most of the campus was deserted. There were a few straggler students and staff, but most people went home or on vacation for the winter break.

But not you. You were on your way to the library. Spending Christmas on your own.

You entered the vast, multi-story building quietly. It had the same deserted feeling as every other area on campus. You walked directly to the Philosophy section on the second floor.

To your surprise as you entered the section of shelves upon shelves of philosophical books, you saw your Paideia instructor Professor Black.

God was she terribly attractive…

You had thoroughly enjoyed her class on Greek Philosophy last semester, and you had already signed up for her Ethics and Morals Class in the upcoming semester.

She was always wearing something that hugged her curves perfectly. And she had mentioned her being divorced with a kid, the divorce part not helping your mind…

The woman caught your rather long lingering gaze, and she smirked. You had really no choice but to walk over to her.

“Hi Professor Black…!”

“Hello Darling, Narcissa is completely alright when we aren’t in the classroom.” Narcissa purred.

You gulped and nodded.

“Are you spending today alone?” She asked, her face contorting with concern.

You shuffled your feet back and forth.

“Yes” you muttered, kind of ashamed you had nowhere to go for winter break.

“That’s alright, love. I am as well. There is nothing wrong with that. Would you like to join me…?”

You bit your lip and blushed lightly, nodding profusely.

“Yes please”

Narcissa nodded in understanding, motioning you to come over caringly. You gingerly sat next to the woman, shuffling around in the seat anxiously.

“Do I make you nervous, Darling…?” Narcissa chuckled in a teasing manner.

“Maybe…” you squeaked, your face going redder.

Narcissa chuckled again, this time darker, her eyes sparkling with a newfound edge. She placed a hand on your leg, near your knee.

“Is this alright…?”

You nodded bashfully.

“I expect words, Darling.” She commanded.

“Yes Ma’am, I like it…” you whimpered.

Narcissa smirked, slowly moving her hand up your thigh.

“You are adorable…” she purred.

You blushed even harder at your words.

“What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about me…?” Narcissa purrs inquisitively, “Tell me your naughtiest fantasies…”

Your breath hitched and you were caught off guard by her question.

“I… I— you fucking me…” you stuttered.

“That’s all…?”

Narcissa quirked an eyebrow at you.

“N-no…”

The woman then grabbed ahold of your hips, swiveling you onto her lap. You gasped, but eagerly started lighting grinding against the professor. Narcissa chuckled once more, halting your grinding, earning a whimper from your lips.

“Use your words…” she ordered.

“D-don’t want to be alone… need to feel w-warm n loved…” you whispered, filling your face with the crook of Narcissa’s neck.

Her hold on your hips relented, letting you start grinding down on her once more.

“That’s right, grind down on me…” Narcissa purred, “Good girl. Let mommy take care of you…”

You whimpered desperately at the woman’s words, nodding fervorously.

“Yes mommy, please mommy…”

“Shhhh, I’ve got you, sweetness…” Narcissa cooed comfortingly.

Her hands helped your hips grind down against her thigh.

Your breathing got increasingly uneven, as you chased your high against the woman’s thigh. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a string of breathy whimpers. Narcissa’s fingers slipped underneath your shirt, getting a burger hold of your figure and more effectively helping you get off on her thigh.

The friction between your panties and your pants against her tensed thigh was delicious and clouding your mind more and more. You let out a particularly breathy and lewd moan.

“M-mommyyy mmmm close…!” You whined.

This woman had melted you into a desperate sex puddle so quickly…

“Just like that, Darling… Cum for mommy.” Narcissa cooed, tensing her thigh even more for your frictional delight.

You huffed and groaned, hunching over and into the woman’s embrace as your first orgasm crashed into you. Narcissa comforted and lead you through your high, holding you close and tight afterwards.

“Such a good girl…” she purred in your ear.

You hummed with delight into the woman’s embrace.

“I’ve got you, love. Neither of us will be spending this Christmas alone.” Narcissa cooed.

“Thank you…” you whispered, nuzzling even further into her.

~~~

Next Holiday Bingo Fic <—Here!!

Narcissa Malfoy nee. Black Masterlist

Holiday Bingo 2023 Masterlist

Tag List: @storiesofsvu @lunala-rose23 @willowshadenox @aemilia19 @vexed-jade

#storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023 #holiday bingo #holiday bingo 2023 #narcissa malfoy #Narcissa Malfoy nee. black #narcissa malfoy smut #narcissa malfoy x reader #Helen McCrory character #helen mccrory #cissyenthusiast010155 answers #storieso

[ladystardust-thinks]

you are in love - t.e.

taron egerton x fem!reader, fluff

request:

Hi hiii! Can I request a fluffly imagine w Taron Egerton where he's simping over the reader during an interview? Thank youu have a nice day!!!

a/n: Aloha! I'm scared of this fic not getting seen by the anon that requested it bc I thought I had kept another ask by them, were they talked about it being neutral, if possible, but turns out I deleted it (😭) so now I don't know if they see it. IF YOU DO PLS SEND ME AN ASK SAYING YOU SAW IT, I AM BEGING. Btw inspired by you are in love by taylor swift, I thought that was obvious though, kinda want to do a part 2 where you keep his shirt and he keeps his word, but it's just an idea

tags/warnings: not proofread at all, wrote it half-drunk idk if it's obvious lmao, language, mention of reader's hair, taron & reader swooning and dying and being obsessed with eachother, she/her pronouns, drinking, casual love confession, third and first person pov, i think that's all.

word count: no word count bc I was bored, but it's pretty long ig

dividers

"I think being unofficially adopted by Elton was inevitable on set. We've just recognised that only one could be the favourite."

She nods slowly and a grin forms on her face. Taron can't form more of a smile. His cheeks were in pain. Three minutes into the interview and still, not able to answer a question. That's a lie, actually. He could answer a lot of questions. What her favourite song is, the amount of summer fruit she eats in wintertime just because they look cute, the color her eyes have when she sits in front of the sun, every tiny little thing, but that'd be useless in a press tour.

His favourite questions though would be the ones he asked her. The ones about music. How much she relates to Vienna, the guitar solo from Killer Queen, what does she think of the cowboy like me lyrics. Anything she could talk about for hours, he could listen to for hours.

"My back hurts." She whispers to him during the commercial break he didn't realize they were in. "What?"

"My back hurts from carrying this interview. Say something. Otherwise I'm going to die the day Jimmy Fallon makes an interesting conversation point." She whisper-shouts and him.

"I mean it's pretty hard to be hated when you don't have a personality, isn't it?"

He shrugs and smiles at her.

"I feel bad, we're sitting here gossiping about our host. But yeah. True."

She giggles thinking of his joke again. He looks at her as he is trying to keep his smile from exploding. As if he'd laugh with all his teeth if he let go. He's looking at every part of her, his eyes following the curves of her hair, her cheeks with their smile lines, because of her wide beams throughout the years. His eyes going all over her, as if he was scanning her, as if he'd been memorising every little one of her characteristics.

"What's wrong with you today, did I turn into a ghost?" She asks him, smiling.

"What?" He laughs slightly.

"You look at me all the time with that dead fish face. As if you're constantly wondering about something."

"I wonder about a lot of things, I'm a very philosophical man."

"I'm pretty sure that's how Freud's mommy issues started."

"Stop it."

"You stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Being so distracted."

"Only when you stop being so distracting."

"I know, I'm gorgeous but get your shit together."

"You are." He turns to look at her and smiles.

Stunned, she pauses a bit, pursing her lips together. As if she wasn't expecting the compliment. As if he didn't look captivated by every little move she made, the fidgeting of her hands or the twitch of her nose when she was confused. She also turns to look at him.

"Thank you." She lets out a breathy laugh.

"You don't look half bad. Actually, no. You don't look quarter bad! I don't even know if that makes sense, but it felt nice to say." She feels something newfound. Something hopeful and surprising all together. She wondered if he could see it in her eyes, though she hoped he couldn't because it felt vulnerable. She wasn't at ease, she was just delighted enough to only fly right over her safety net. Just in case.

***

As a person I have a lot of qualities, whether people would argue if they're good or bad, I did and they were a lot. Sadly, being patient is not one of them. I have to be distracted from everything at anytime and be constantly stimulated. Sitting down on a makeup and hair chair to be Laura's laboratory animal was one of these activities. One that could bore me very easily, but I also loves doing. It makes her happy to try new things and it makes me happy to see it.

Scrolling on tiktok, I land on a clip from last night's interview, with Taron.

'Currently needing someone to look at me like Taron Egerton looks at his co-stars',

read the caption.

"You're a lucky ass girl." Laura howls seeing my screen from over my head.

I look up and grimace at her.

"You're invading my personal space."

"You are my best friend, I've been invading your personal space since we were 20 and you were crying in the bathroom of a bar because the little umbrellas the cocktails had were 'just too cute'. Get over yourself, he's as cute as the umbrellas, you were thinking it, I said it."

"I- Touché."

Is he?

I mean he's really nice and you'd probably call him charming. And he hears me, which not a lot of people do - including me - anytime i ramble on about... anything.

You could call him cute, yes. He can be funny aswell. It might be the british-ness, I'm not sure. Though, I do enjoy spending time with him.

He's also nice to look at. That sounds weird. He is objectively, and only objectively, really attractive.

"Laura." I say sternly and look up at her through the mirror.

"Mhm..." She's so nonchalant about this. I need some sympathy here!

"You think?" My eyebrows furrow and I tilt my head. I belive I was denying my thoughts more than I was questioning them.

"If you don't, I will. I guarantee you though, I won't be as successful." Her grin makes me frown in thought. At least this is going to be an interesting press tour, isn't it?

***

"I can't say something like that, she'd kill me."

"You smile like an idiot when she talks to you. If she were to kill you she would've already."

"I- I don't think I would mind. I mean, it's from her hands, at least I'd die a happy man."

Richard squints his eyes. "Yes... And you still can't find a way to say that. Uh-huh."

The backstage for their interview had an air, heavier than it needs to be for Taron to process. Variety interview, press event, after-party. That was the schedule for the day, as of 5 minutes prior. Five minutes, in which he felt actually, relaxed. All until we had to shove a 'Confess your immortal passionate love to your co-star (bonus points if she doesn't hate you)' in the To-Do list. Taron thought Richard might, could, maybe, possibly, ever in a million years, be a bit of help.

But he wasn't, he was just being a dick about it, no pun intended. 'Yeah, you're smitten mate.' as if he didn't know that! He didn't need a doctor's diagnosis to tell him he was absolutely and utterly in love. What were the possibilities he wouldn't be? How could anyone not be? He hadn't ever met a more genuine and caring and generous and sweet person in Hollywood. No, fuck Hollywood, his life.

***

Entering the venue hurt him physically. At least that's what it felt like. You cannot judge him, if you had her waving at you from across the room with this wide smile you would've understood. He purses his lips into an upside-down smile he couldn't hold, he would never want to disappoint her like this, but he couldn't wave back of course. He thought he'd faint any moment if he moved. Right, fun. What was he supposed to do, ignore her? Avoid her? That might aswell hurt more. His breath hitched when she began walking over to him. What was wrong with him? He is a confident grown ass man, why does she make him act like that, how does she manage that? Why can she walk in and make the room shine? Why is she so genuinely funny and interesting? How can she be so talented, but at the same time so understanding of others. If it wasn't her Taron wanted to confess to, he'd ask her for advice.

"Thank god you're here! The music is boring, the food is bland and the people are so rich I can't even comprehend if they're talking about their yacht, their Oscar or their villa."

She clearly wasn't doing any better. "Need saving?" he teases and she finds herself chuckling. That's a sweet thought. A nice way to put it. Need a knight to save her from the absolute dread of boredom.

"Yes, Romeo."

"Romeo? I'm flattered."

"You shouldn't be, you die."

"I die in love."

"You die heartbroken, have you read it?"

"Under love's heavy burden do I sink."

"Very well delivered, congratulations."

"Thank you very much."

She smiles and sighes, he's so stupid, it's kind of adorable. What's even more stupid is how stupid he makes her feel. She feels like a fool when she can't come up with a sarcastic comment. She feels like a fool when she notices looking at her and can't even whisper, if ever utter a word. She just smiles. It's annoying.

"Well Romeo and Juliet is pretty fitting, considering you look like you just escaped straight out of some fairytale." He had to gather all his courage and make this compliment, but at least she liked it. No, she loved it. She adored it. It was so adorable, it was so nice. It's a compliment you see being said in books and movies. Made her feel gorgeous, like she was the only one in the room.

"I- Romeo and- Sorry. Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy, not a fairytale." She wasn't sure what else to say and what she did already was supposed to come out way more confident, it didn't. Obviously.

***

I’m not certain how we did so, but we ended up in the backyard of somebody, who knew somebody, who knew somebody who had cheap wine and a good taste in music, but we did. I had a drink in my hand and I was going off about something, but the conversation was changed soon enough. When Taron asked me, how the hell was I single. I looked at him. I squinted and sighed. "Why wouldn't I be? I mean I'm fun and pretty and famous, but who does commitment with a cat lady?! Who would want something long term? Pffft nobody."

I don't think I realised what I was whining on about until I heard him speak up. He said 'Me.' He really said me! It was so foolish, and I was so drunk, but he did say it.

"You."

"Me."

"You're funny."

"Only when I'm joking."

"Fuck. Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"No like, would you actually?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, probably.".

"That's- So you like me?"

"No, I don't think so."

"But-"

"I love you, I believe."

I was just looking at him. I could not function. I thought about the cost of being hospitalised for possible heart abnormalities and cardiac arrest. Saying me too seemed cheaper and more beneficial, so that was what I went with.

"Are you joking?" I let out a breathy laugh, thinking his concerns were ridiculous. "This whole time? Oh my god. I just wasted all this time."

"All this time of what?" He asks and I wonder, how could he not understand? It was so painfully obvious that I wanted him. I craved to hear his laugh and listen to him every day, 'til I would die.

"All this time of not being with you."

His mouth was left a bit agape, but I could see a smile being formed slowly. He just looked at me. With that stupid dead fish face he'd done at first. Laura's gonna love this.

"Could you do me a favour?" I look at him and chuckle.

"What is it?"

"Could you say it again?" I smile, tight lipped.

"I love you."

#taron egerton #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton fluff #taron egerton x reader fluff #taron egerton x fem!reader

[frankcastlescumslut]

okay so idk about you, but i have accepted that matt murdock is a pain whore. a masochist, if you will. so kind of sub!matt x reader smut where they keep pressing on his bruises and choking the life out of him and he's just enjoying it 😌 drooling at the thought rn.

oh I have thought, pondered, philosophized, theorized, abt this all day. i’m drooling from my pu-

Pain and Pleasure

word count: 2.5k

pairing: sub!Matt Murdock x dom!Fem Reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!! sub/dom themes, oral (m receiving) p in v, slight degradation, praise kink, use of “mommy” (sorry this is more for me than anyone else lol) use of “good boy”, cockwarming, slight breeding mention, use of safe word/color

comments/feedback/reblogs/like are always welcome!!! my inbox is currently open!!! thank you for reading!!

DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST MY WORK. I’LL CRY.

“what did I tell you about that, huh?” the freezer door slams shut.

“what did I tell you about going out without your suit?“ cabinet drawers rattle as you yank them open in search for a dish towel.

“do you remember?” you hastily turn on the sink in order to wet the rag before wrapping the ice pack, not allowing Matt to answer your rhetorical questions.

“I said, ‘Matthew, if you go out there, you’re gonna get hurt’, and what happened?” your feet carry you to the couch, quickly straddling the battered body. he winces as you place the cool ice pack against the growing bruise on his cheekbone.

“you got hurt.”

you can’t help the way your heart lurches as his puppy dog eyes droop under your touch. he looks pitiful.

“I’m sorry,” he all but whispers in defeat.

you want to be mad. you want to be furious. you want to grab him by the shirt and yell in his face that he doesn’t have to be a martyr, but you don’t. you can’t.

it’s quiet as you contemplate whether you should keep up your facade of empty anger that disguised your worry; only the sounds of shallow breathing and the buzzing of neon fills the apartment.

the ice pack numbs your palm as you hold it against the wound. your free hand strokes his hair, welcoming the way he leans into your touch.

you take a moment to scan his body for any glaring injuries and breathe a sigh of relief as you spot none. a few scrapes and bruises linger around his neck and his lip is nearly cracked, but nothing out of the ordinary. you can’t even be sure the bruises around his throat aren’t from you.

“‘’m sorry, really. I shouldn’t have gone out tonight, you were-“ his eyelids flutter and his voice gets caught.

“Matt? what’s wrong? did I hurt you?” your face scrunches in concern as you search for the culprit of his pain, quickly pulling the ice pack away.

“n-no, sweetheart,” he clears his throat and looks anywhere other than your face.

“sorry, I just-“ his mouth falls open as you place the ice on his bruise. that’s a face you’ve seen before, just not under these circumstances.

the air gets trapped in your lungs as you make sense of the scene before you, and the growing bulge underneath you.

your gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. blood seems to course through your body at an alarming rate, emphasizing the warmth in your cheeks, neck, and core. your eyes shut in embarrassment; he is hurting, get it together, but the image of his doe eyes and full pout is seared into your memory.

it's as if your hips move on their own accord, slightly adjusting to the hard member that rubs against you, and the whimper that leaves his lips acts as a switch, activating your own needs.

“Matthew,” his name leaves your lips as a whisper, barely concealing your urge to moan.

“do you like that?” it’s condescending. the ice pack presses into his cheekbone ever so slightly, eliciting a small moan.

“does it feel good?” you can’t help but lightly grind yourself against him as you lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to his throat. his hips buck in response.

“do you like it when I do this?” you add a little more pressure to his bruise while simultaneously nipping at his neck. the taste of his blood, sweat, and dirt coat your tongue, only adding to your enjoyment.

his chest heaves underneath you as you taste him. it’s overwhelming- the way your heartbeat thunders in his ears, confirming your enjoyment, the way your blood rushes to your cheeks, the way your arousal practically perfumes the living room- he’s desperate for you.

“please,” hazel eyes desperately search your face.

“please what, baby?” fingertips trace along his cheeks and chin before softly caressing his lips.

“please touch-touch me” he stammers, eyes wild and breath uneven. you can’t help but press your lips to his in order to soothe him. he melts under your affection, groaning at the touch.

“you want me to touch you?” you mumble into his lips while rocking your clothed, aching cunt against him.

“yes, please” a large hand grips your waist, holding you to him, while the other grasps at the leather couch.

“mm, such a good boy when you beg” your teeth catch his bottom lip as he ruts into you.

you reluctantly pull away from his swollen lips, but relish in the sight beneath you. his eyelids are hooded over, lips glisten with your spit, and his chest rises as quickly as it falls from uneven breaths. he’s ruined and you haven’t even touched him yet.

you can’t help but laugh at the way a hand reaches out to grab at your thigh as you hoist yourself off of him.

“ohh, someone’s needy, huh?” he whimpers at your realization.

the sounds of clothes dropping to the floor sends a blush to his cheeks and he groans as his pants become unbearably tight. your arousal practically coats his tongue as he licks his lips, needy for any part of you.

he’s surprised when your fingers lift the hem of his black shirt, but he doesn’t question it and lifts his arms for you to strip him. your fingers scramble to remove the remaining clothes, careful to avoid his member as you slide his pants off, not wanting to give him the satisfaction quite yet.

“sit up” your voice is harsh and you swear you saw his cock twitch through his boxers.

he immediately obeys, a little too quickly and eagerly, and scrambles so that his back rests against the cushions. a smirk finds home on your lips at his desperation.

“you’ve been such a good listener for me, baby,” you stroke the side of his face as you shuffle between his legs.

“do you think so? do you think I should reward you for being a good boy?” he moans as your delicate fingers squeeze the sides of his throat. your arousal practically drips from your bare core.

“y-yes mommy! yes, please, I-“ you swipe two fingers through your wet folds before placing them in his mouth. he moans into the taste of you on your fingers, tongue swirling around the digits in haste.

a gag fills the room as you shove your fingers further into his throat, his hand that wraps around your wrist only pushes them down further.

“Matt, sweetheart, what’s your color?” you wipe away the tear that falls onto his cheek.

“green! green” his eyes fall shut as he places a kiss to your palm.

your lips melt into one another as you swallow his moan. it took so much for him to admit that he needed to be out of control every once in a while, and god, you swore that you would never complain again if it meant you could take care of him like this- to be the one to soothe him was an honor you wore proudly.

as much as you were hesitant to admit it, you also loved seeing him absolutely wrecked under your control.

the hardwood floor is rough under your knees, but the sight of Matt coming undone in front of you is enough to distract you from the discomfort.

“oh jesus!” the name sounds ludicrous coming from his lips as you free his member from its constraints.

“ohh, look at you sweet boy,” you coo, running a finger from the shaft to the leaking tip. his hips automatically buck into your touch, desperate for more.

“do you need me to make you feel better, hm?” your fingertips practically glide over him.

his hands dig into the leather as he twitches and squirms.

“please, please I can’t take it. please, I need you”

“you know I love it when you beg, such a good boy for me” you breathe against his member before placing a small kiss to the red tip, precum wetting your lips.

the moans that fill the living room are filthy.

your hands rest on your knees as your tongue trails from the base of his cock to swirl around the sensitive tip. hot breath only provides extra stimulation before you wrap your plush lips around him, gently sucking and lapping up the drops of precum.

your eyes flutter shut as you relish the taste of him with a moan, causing him to twitch against your tongue. his moans and whimpers sound like music.

“christ, that feels so good sweetheart” his eyes flutter as he leans his head against the cushion.

“mhm?” your response is muffled as you bob your head down the length of him.

“your mouth feels so good, angel, fuck” you stick your tongue out so that you can take him further into your mouth, gagging as the tip hits the back of your throat.

you hoist yourself up, hands pressing into the tops of his knees, so you can take him fully. strings of spit dribble from your lips and onto his cock as you suck, your name falling from his lips.

large hands smooth your hair into a makeshift ponytail and you feel your head being pushed further down- nose meeting his pelvis. you couldn’t stop your arousal from coating your pussy.

“just like that, fuck!“ you peek through tear stained eyelashes to find his face, squished and mouth agape as he used you. you drag a small hand up his torso and land on his neck, fingers desperately squeezing.

“you’re gonna make me cum, I want to cum” his thrusts become sloppy as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

you gasp for air as you release him. Matt didn’t need his sight to enjoy the way your drool coats your lips and chin and tears stained your face. you could feel yourself slipping out of control, desperate for his touch.

“not yet, baby” you hoist yourself up, his large hands hold onto your hips you as you catch your breath.

“you’re gonna cum in my pussy, okay?” he leans forward to pull you against him, your face is squished against his before you can protest.

you moan in unison as you straddle him, your warm cunt nudging against his throbbing cock. you slip a hand between your bodies before running the tip through your wet folds.

“fuck, use me, please, use me” he cries into your neck.

you lower yourself slightly, only allowing the tip to fill your need.

“that feel good, hm? does my pussy feel good around you?” you try to catch a glimpse of the way your pussy teases him.

“so good, you make me feel so good” he gently bites down on your neck, pulling a moan from you.

“look at me, baby” your hand finds the hair at the nape of his neck and tugs, pulling him to face you. his glazed eyes scan your face, desperate to find your eyes.

“i want to watch you while i use you” you lower yourself onto him, fully taking his length. your eyes flutter, trying hard to watch as he unravels in front of you as your pussy grips him.

“god Matty, you’re so fucking big” you hold onto his shoulders as you adjust, his hands gripping your waist.

a small whimper leaves his lips as you squeeze around him.

“you’re doing so good for me,” you push his hair out of his face as you grind your hips forward, hitting your g-spot expertly.

“you feel so, fuck, so good”, he moans into your mouth as you pick up your pace.

“feels like h-heaven. you feel like heaven” you can’t help but clench at his praise. your hands roam his body in an attempt to draw even closer.

“i love the way you fill my pussy, you’re such a good boy” you bounce up and down while peppering wet kisses to his jaw and neck, squeezing gently to swallow his moan.

“such a good boy for me” you moan into his mouth.

his hands grasp at your soft skin, helping to lift you enough just to slam you back down on his length. his orgasm threatens to spill over as you squeeze around him.

“‘m gonna cum, god, ‘m gonna cum” he’s mumbling into the air as you lick a stripe along his neck.

“not yet, baby. wait for me” you take advantage of his open mouthed moans by sticking two fingers against his tongue. he wets them with ease, and you begin to circle your clit.

your cunt flutters with the new pleasure, and you realize how close you are to your own orgasm. Matt picks up on your increased heartbeat and the goosebumps that litter your skin. his hands roam your body as you grind against him, chasing your own climax, and his mouth wraps around your supple breasts.

“fuck, baby” you moan at the new sensation of his teeth grazing your nipples.

“i’m gonna cum soon, are you ready to cum with me?” your hand pulls at his hair, his eyes slamming shut.

”hm? gonna be a good boy and cum with me?”

“yes, mommy” your mouth slacks open as he responds with one of your nipples between his teeth.

you nearly orgasm on the spot.

you rub circles against your sensitive clit and rut against him, desperate to achieve your high. his cock twitches inside of you and you know he’s doing his best to wait for you.

fingers pinch and pull at your nipple that isn’t in his mouth and he moans against you, thrusting in determination to bring you crashing down on him.

“that’s it, baby. make mommy feel good, you’re doing so good for me” your head flies back as your g-spot is hit with precision.

“fuck, Matty, I’m gonna cum-“ your forehead rests against his, your fingers rubbing your clit.

“cum on my cock, please, please”

“cum in my pussy, baby. be a good boy and fill my pussy”

your moans reverberate throughout the apartment as you both climax together. it’s messy, animalistic, and you claw at each other to somehow prolong the pleasure as you become enmeshed. you slowly drag your core up and down his length to milk him, eventually coming to a stop with him still buried in you.

you catch his quivering lip in between yours as he twitches under your touch. your body warms as his calloused hands rub against your bare back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to him. the air buzzes between your bodies as you come to.

“I love you” you brush his hair out of his face before placing a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you” his lips meet your sternum.

it takes you a second to meet his stare. his eyes are sleepy, his lips curl into a dopey smile, and he relaxes into the feel of your hand against his cheek.

“how are you feeling? can I get you some water? what do you need, honey?” you’re not sure why you whisper, but it feels right- intimate.

“you. just you” he pulls your forehead to his lips.

your nose nuzzles into the crook of his neck as you rest against him, enjoying his warmth and embrace. his back is smooth under the feel of your fingers as you draw lazy circles into his skin, him following suit on your own back.

your eyes close while you silently thank whatever god he prays to for sending him to you.

————

thank you for this yummy ask🙈

#matt murdock smut #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x reader #sub!matt murdock #sub!matt murdock x dom!fem reader #matt murdock imagine #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil x reader #matt murdock has a mommy kink #oh this is so nasty i’m eating it up #thank you for the request! #inbox is open #writing asks

[ddarker-dreams]

Your type isn't feral fossils that should be long gone, characters with mommy issues or philosopher wannabes its SASSY MEN.

Blade. Sassy man

Scaramouche. Sassy man

Chrollo. Sassy man

The apocalypse is becoming too much to handle they've got you 💔💔

wait hold on you're right.

there's something about (fictional) men having an attitude that i can appreciate. like what's wrong baby....... why do you always have something to say........ 😳 the condescending bit gets me too. maybe it's because that makes them more fun to write? bickering with underlying tension must be my love language.

#learning that my taste is worse than i thought by the day. Alas #answered #Anonymous

[butler-on-beale-street]

Hushabye | Elvis Presley X Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Okay I need to write more short and sweet fics because this hit me right in the feels!! This pic was requested by @arianatheangel-girl. I hope I did your ideas justice! If you need me I will be bathing in a pool of heart emojis.

Summary: Being a new mother is hard enough, but waking up almost every night within the wee hours of the morning to coo a crying baby back to sleep? Exhausting. Thankfully you have Elvis by your side to ease some of that stress...

You thought you were dreaming, feeling your consciousness looping in and out in a semi-lucid state. Your eyes were closed, but you felt yourself drifting closer and closer to the surface of reality with each passing moment. Suddenly, you were aware of the sticky sheets beneath you, damp with restless sleep. Your mouth was dry and your muscles ached in several places. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking out the sleep from them as you rolled over to wrap yourself around Elvis. You expected to fold yourself into him, resting your head on his chest, but when you turned, his side was vacant, the covers peeled down the bed. You smoothed your hand over the mattress, finding that it wasn’t very warm. He had been gone for some time–and that’s when you heard it. Crying and squealing. You couldn’t help the exasperated groan that fell from your lips. It was common for Elvis to slip out of bed in the middle of the night–especially if he couldn’t sleep. He was probably in the bathroom or within his study, lost within the pages of some theological or philosophical novel. You rose from the bed, bending to turn on the lamp on your side table. You squinted from the burst of light, reaching for your robe that was wrapped around the chair at your vanity. You stood up and pulled it around your body before slipping your feet into a pair of house slippers. You heard more sobbing coming from the nursery down the hallway. 

“I know, baby. Mommy’s coming,” you cooed softly. You were exhausted. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the vanity mirror. Your face was sleepy, your skin looking extra puffy. Your complexion lacked its usual brilliance, and your eyes carried dark circles around them. Your hair was frizzled around your face in a helpless, unintentional beehive. You let another self-effacing groan leave your body and forced yourself to look away from the mirror and face the issue at hand. You heard the choked sobs continue, feeling your heart break with each repetition. “Shh, Mallory. Baby,” You said softly as you padded out of the bedroom toward the nursery. You were certain that she couldn’t hear you from where you stood, but something about it made you feel better. You rolled your shoulders back and forth as you trudged down the hall, releasing the tension in your upper body. You pulled your hands to your face, rubbing out the exhaustion as best you could, spending the few seconds you had to meditate before calming your weary child. 

“Shhhhhhhhh.” 

Your heart leapt from your chest, almost causing you to run back into your bedroom. You stalled in the middle of the hallway for a moment, spooked by the other adult voice. “Mallory, sweetheart. You’ll wake Mama. No need for all that cryin’ when Daddy’s got ya.” 

You stepped forward, continuing to the nursery while listening to the voice. The nursery door was open; a thin sliver of light leaked into the hallway, spraying low light along the wall of the hallway. You stopped just short of the doorway, turning your body so that you could see into the room without being detected. Stepping up as closely to the door as you could, you peeked into the room to find Elvis turned away from you, his body bouncing up and down with Mallory in tow.

 “Ya know, Daddy’s got a bad hip,” he said, chuckling to himself. “Used them too much in the early days,” he continued. His voice was low, the baritone timbre of his voice pulled sweet like Tupelo honey. He was quiet for a long moment, slowing his bouncing to a minimum, moving to swing the baby slowly in his arms, rocking her back and forth against his chest. He had turned his body in a way that you could see her little face in the low light, her eyes turned upward to her father. You took notice of the innocent sparkle in her gaze, staring up at Elvis with curiosity and vulnerability. Her entire world belonged to you and Elvis, embodying the very best of him and yourself. You couldn’t help but feel your lips pulling into a loving smile, your cheeks pinching from grinning so wide. A single tear slipped from your eye and you pulled up a hand to swipe it away, overcome by the beautiful moment. Elvis was destined to be an incredible father. The way that he held the little child, his strong arm supporting her body against his chest, protecting her from the world; it was an image that filled you with love and admiration for the man that you had chosen to devote your entire life to. You could hear Mallory cooing softly, her sobs becoming less and less frequent. 

“Now with the wigglin,” he spoke again, his fingers lifting her tiny legs and feet in the air. “We need to talk about that. That got daddy in a whole lotta trouble.” You could see his cheeky grin from where you stood, his eyes obscured by his thick lashes as he looked down at his daughter. “That’s it, baby girl. Go right to sleep.” He said in a sing-song tone, backing himself toward the rocking chair in the corner of the room, taking his time to slowly lower himself into the seat, pulling Mallory against his chest again. You stood there for quite some time, grinning when you watched Elvis manage to perch a book in his hands while he held the baby. 

“You certainly are an expert,” You said, finally opening the door and stepping into the room. 

His eyes flicked up from the book, turning to look at you. “Hey!” He said too loudly. Mallory’s eyes shot open. “Shhhh,” he cooed again. “Daddy’s sorry.” He looked back up at you. “Baby, I got her back down all by myself,” he announced proudly, looking down at his snoozing child before looking at you again. 

You nodded, impressed. “You did a great job, Daddy,” You said, bending to kiss Mallory on the softness of her forehead before turning your head to kiss Elvis on the lips. 

“Sorry if she woke you up. Little thing was screaming and carrying on worse than my fans.” 

You grinned, grabbing her tiny little hand in between your fingers, squeezing lightly before putting it back down against her sleeping body. “She looks so peaceful,” you said softly. “Like a little angel.” 

“That’s because she is one,” he said, leaning forward to stand up from the chair. “Here. Let’s give you to Mommy,” Elvis said, handing the sleeping baby over to you. You reached your hands out to take her, pulling her to your bosom, wrapping your hands softly around her, careful to support her head, neck and back.

“You did a great job, sweetie. Thank you for letting me sleep, even if she ended up waking me up anyway.” 

“I was trying for that not to happen,” he said, running his hand through his hair. 

“Well, it’s hard being a mom and hearing a baby cry. It’s instinct to spring awake.” You responded, stepping forward to the crib, reaching over it to place the slumbering child within the comfort of her bed. You pulled the tiny blanket over Mallory before turning on the mobile above her head.

“Goodnight sweetheart, Mommy and Daddy love you very much,” You whispered to your daughter, who was already dozing softly, oblivious to your farewell. “Well, isn’t that a blessing?” You asked, turning your head to Elvis, who leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips. 

“I don’t want her to grow up,” He said softly, taking your hand in his. “She’s too precious.” 

“Well, she can’t stay a baby forever, Darling. Unless you want endless sleepless nights of shhhhshing and begging her to sleep.” He stepped forward, guiding you together out of the nursery, stopping to turn off the lights and close the door, leaving a small crack in the jamb in case she were to wake up again. “You’ve got eighteen years to look forward to…and that’s just a start.” You looked up at Elvis as you walked, watching his eyes widen. 

“Eighteen whole years?” He said, his lips pulling into a wide grin. “Whew, lord. She’s gonna be flirting with boys and stealing my thunder before we know it, huh?” 

You turned to him, pulling him into your bedroom by his hands. “Well, she is your daughter after all. Come here, Daddy,” you said, biting your bottom lip flirtaciously as you invited him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. “Let me show you how grateful I am for you.”

taglist: @mamaspresley @anestesia-mxm @misspygmypie @austin-butlers-gf @cozacorner @she-is-juniper @shimmeringlights44 @mariposa-mila @austinelvisimagines @sagesolsticewrites @guns-n-queen @anangelwhodidntfall @avengen @suitrry @eurusthewanderer @domaniquessidehoe @kittenlittle24 @softmullet @cb97slut @hunterthecharmer @mirandastuckinthe80s @stargiirl27 @maddieks-blog @kyddosebastian @girlnairb @its-funny-til-its-not @im-just-star-dust @bobbykennedyfan @venus-haze @groovydeputyfestivalkid @hockeyfootballhoe @21bruhs @thebeatlesbitch @dangerdolll @captured-memory @kingelviscreole @adoreyouusugar @slutforblueeyes @theinvisiblecapricorn @ghxst-heart @yagirlalexx @sapph1re @madzandflowerz31 @kaycinema @theloveoftoms @annamarie16 @omgellenlouise @re3kin @feverdawg @cutie-ghost @shynovelist @therealmak @citzeria @fxntxsix @goldobsessionsworld @rheathesimp @madzandflowerz31 @writeroutoftime @bamitzzsam @meladollsims @mslizziesblog

#Elvis Presley #Elvis #Elvis X Reader #Elvis x reader #elvis x reader #Elvis one shot #elvis biopic #austin butler #Elvis Presley imagine #Elvis Presley fanfic #Elvis Presley fanfiction #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #anna's fics #Anna's requests #elvis presley imagine

[finitevoid]

A Study in an Utter Lack of Regard for Personal Safety, featuring Mal Bertha and Carlos De Vil

“I don’t know why I agreed to this,” Mal says.

“Yes, you do,” Carlos replies, hefting the duffel bag over his shoulder. It clinks dangerously as he moves, and she eyes it with suspicion.

And, okay, he has a point. Mal may be the leader of this gang, but if Carlos said ‘jump’, Mal would say, ‘how high?’. It’s a side effect of all the gang activity; you learn to trust each other with things that normal people have never even thought to trust another person with.

“Okay, revise: I don’t know what we’re doing here.”

Carlos meets her eye, gaze as sharp as she’s ever seen it. He smirks like an Isle boy, wide and wicked, and says, “Science.”

“Science?”

“Just trust me.”

Without anymore preamble whatsoever, Carlos begins traipsing through the woods. With single-minded purpose, he stomps over the weeds and roots, directly into the belly of the beast. Mal swears, rushing to follow.

“I just don’t understand what kind of science,” she smacks at a branch before she can run right into it, “we’re going to be doing in the Enchanted Forest.”

“The magical kind,” Carlos says, not pausing in his trek. “That’s why I brought you.”

“Isn’t that a contradiction?”

He abruptly stops. She nearly runs into him from behind. He whirls around on his heel and says, “No, it’s not. There’s actually an entire field of scientific study here in Auradon dedicated to the way magic interacts with things like biology and chemistry. And cosmology, but that’s more philosophical… Anyway, you,” he sticks an accusatory finger into her face. “didn’t tell me that there’s a special magic lake that washes away curses!”

She blinks at him. His phrasing is very interesting, given that all she’d said was that it washed away the love spell they casted on Ben, all that time ago. “It doesn’t just wash away curses.”

He rolls his eyes. “Spells, then.” He huffs theatrically. “The point is, you’ve been holding out on me!”

“Okay, wait,” she holds a hand up. “You dragged me all the way out here so you can do some freaky science experiment—“

“It’s not freaky.”

“—on the Enchanted Lake?”

“Yeah,” he says, easily. “Are you coming?”

“Obviously.” She scoffs. “I’m just wondering what all the secrecy was about.”

“Revenge, obviously. For holding out on me. Now, can you just show me where the damn thing is?”

“You don’t know? Then why were you leading?” She groans. “Is this part of your ‘revenge’?”

He rolls his eyes. “I thought I heard water.”

“Well, you’re shit out of luck, because Ben made me close my eyes when he showed it to me.”

Carlos stares at her, genuinely scandalized. “And you did?”

“Ben is like if a kitten were a person. I wasn’t worried about it.”

He frowns. “Whatever you say, killer.” And, it’s like, yeah, on the Isle closing her eyes just because someone had asked would’ve been a fast way to get a switchblade buried in her gut, but she’d been playing the part of sweet-girl-with-a-crush, just the way Evie had taught her, so closing her eyes had just made the most sense.

“You gonna tell FG about those ‘Isle instincts’ you got going on right now?”

He smiles at her, all kinds of smug. “FG loves me. I don’t got any ‘Isle instincts’, didn’t you know?” He bats his eyes at her, expression suddenly the picture of shattered, wide-eyed innocence. “My mommy hurt me and kept me inside all the time. Gang violence? Oh, evil, I wouldn’t have been caught dead doing anything like that!”

“You know, puppy,” she laughs, reaching forward to ruffle his curls. “sometimes you scare me.” He ducks from the affection, shooting her a tilted grin.

It takes them the better part of an hour to find it. By the time they do, Mal is sweaty, dehydrated, and adorned with at least two scratches from thorny plants. They had run into a total of three (three) weird, fucky-looking creatures that Mal didn’t know forests in Auradon could have. Weird, lithe, rodent-like things with sharp teeth and too many eyes... She’d had to do some creative magic to avoid them. Overall, she’s not pleased with the experience.

Finally, though, they find it.

Just how she remembers it: granite arch on a silver dais. Ivy crawling up the sides, flowers dotting the bank. It’s... deeply picturesque. The sun hanging high in the sky above it, framed by mountains. Even the breeze smells like flowers, like this is some sort of fucking romance novel.

The fact that Auradon has places like these, just, sitting around, and nobody even bothers to visit them half the time drives her slightly insane. It makes her want to grip Ben by the back of his skinny neck and shove his face in the wild, freezing, rocky surf of the Isle. But that isn’t very ‘good’ of her, so she pretends the feeling isn’t there.

Carlos drops the duffel bag onto the dais, just by the edge of the water. He seems completely unaffected by the beauty around him, and truly, that’s half the fun of doing anything with Carlos; he’s dressed in Isle clothes like he doesn’t give a shit, an old ratty pair of studded combat boots, a shirt covered in patches and pins, hair haphazardly dyed. He breaks up the serenity of the fairytale image of this place, a smudge amidst all the pastels.

The inside of the duffel appears to be, almost entirely, small glass vials. He pulls out a thermos and dunks it into the water, twisting the cap shut.

“Is that legal?” She asks, plopping down beside him. He’s crouched over the lip, hands braced on his knees as he stares impassively down at the crystalline water. It’s reflecting the sunlight, and somehow the glittery light is shining off of it in hues of pink.

“Definitely not,” he replies, gently setting his thermos of contraband back into his duffel. “Technically, we aren’t even supposed to be here.”

“Wait, seriously?” She watches as he pulls vials of various liquids from the bag. “But Ben brought me here?”

“Special privileges. Those of royal blood are permitted to enter public property that would otherwise be restricted, providing it has substantial religious significance. And by ‘religious’, they just mean—“

“—fairytale-relevant.” She finishes. “I can’t believe you memorized that whole damn book.”

“‘S not a book.”

“I can’t believe you memorized the entire Constitution of the United Kingdoms of Auradon,” she drawls. “Still, it’s weird. Somehow I can’t imagine Ben doing something like that. He just, hates breaking the rules.”

Carlos finishes laying out his perfectly even line of glass vials, before selecting one carefully. “It’s easy to hate breaking the rules when the rules for you are so lax.”

“Preach,”

He hands her the vial. “Put a spell on this.”

She takes it, raising her eyebrow at it critically. It’s clear, sloshing around in the sealed vial as she eyes it. “I don’t have any love spell cookies on hand.”

He rolls his eyes. “I already know it works on the love spell. Put another spell on it.”

“This seems like a very lax way to conduct an experiment,” she says. “Any requests?”

“I’m just satisfying my curiosity, not writing for a scientific journal. And, I don’t know. Make it sweet or something. It’s just water.” He pulls out a notebook and a pencil, opening it to a fresh page with confident, practiced motions. With ease, he makes a table with five columns. On one side, he writes, substance. Then, spell. Then, time submerged. Then, observations. Then, effects.

“Does anyone know we’re out here?”

“You think I would tell people we’re going to go flagrantly ignore Auradon’s laws regarding private religious property?”

“Fair enough,” she mutters. “Evie and Jay?”

“Yeah, I mentioned it.” He gestures with the eraser of his pencil. “Now hurry up.”

She rolls her eyes, but acquiesces. She doesn’t need her spellbook to do magic anymore, which is nice, because FG’s been way sweeter on them since they put the spellbook and the mirror in the museum. No, magic isn’t about some arbitrary collections of poems in a book; it’s about intention, power, the sleek possibilities of the meaning they’ve given to the things they say.

Power gathering in her clavicle and leaking hotly from her eyes, she says, “Sweet like candy, sweet like cake, make this water so sugary it aches.”

Words and rhyme schemes was how she learned magic, and so it is what her magic associates with power. The legends of fae and contracts and names speak for themselves, after all. Magic itself does not require words, but for her, half-faery she is, there is nothing more powerful.

“Did it work?”

“You doubting me, De Vil?”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s science. I have to be sure.” And then he yanks the vial from her fingers. He sets it down, twisting open the cork. He pulls an eyedropper from the bag and gently sets it inside, sucking up some of the water. Then, he sticks his tongue out, and drops a glob of it onto his tongue.

“Well?”

He smacks his lips. Holds up the eyedropper. Rolling her eyes, she sticks her tongue out for him. He lets another drop fall, and saccharine sweetness explodes on her tongue. It tastes like funfetti cake, which is exactly what she’d been picturing when she spelled it.

He takes it back and hands her a stopwatch. He holds his hand over the lake and says, “On three.”

He inhales, eyeing the lake with eyes that sparkle. With a wild, manic sort of excitement. In another life, she’s absolutely sure he would’ve been some kind of mad scientist. Maybe he’s already on his way there. “One,”

The water laps gently at the lip of the dais, perfect and undisturbed. It looks like an oil painting; the kind she’d see in Ben’s castle, ten feet tall and set into a gold frame. Pure opulence. “Two,”

It’s funny, she thinks, how all he had to do to get her to come with him was ask. He’d even made her drive. Yanked her phone from her back pocket and set the address into the GPS. And she’d done it, because she knows he hates driving. “Three,”

He dunks his hand underneath the surface. She clicks the stopwatch on.

“We’re going to do ten seconds to start. Then twenty. Then thirty.���

She groans. “When you said ‘science’, I thought we were gonna do something fun.”

“This is what you get for holding out on me—“

“Time.”

He pulls it from the surf. He goes through the motions of testing it again, before announcing, “I fucking knew it.”

“What?”

“It’s still sweet,” he shakes the vial gently. “The glass protected it.”

He makes her spell another vial, and this time, he pulls a dropper full of water from the lake. Then, he drops it into the vial. When he tests it that time, it’s not sweet anymore.

“Is it safe for us to be testing it like this?”

“Oh, it’s a flagrant violation of every lab safety rule ever made.” He’s not even looking at her, scribbling notes down.

Her eyes fall onto the water. Perfect. Clear. Gentle and glittering pink in the sunlight. Auradon. “What d’you think would happen if I drank it?”

He looks up from his notebook to deadpan, “What?”

“Like, if you drank it, it would probably just taste like water. But I’m a magical creature.”

He opens his mouth. Doesn’t say anything. Narrows his eyes in thought. Sets his pencil down with finality. Closes his mouth. Opens it again.

“Maybe it would make you, like, not able to do magic?”

“Like the barrier.”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Yeah, like the barrier.”

“Or maybe it’d be like poison.”

“Didn’t you say you swam in it, when you were with Ben?”

‘Swam’ is a charitable word for it. She’s not going to argue, though. “Yeah, but I didn’t swallow any of it.”

He pauses for a moment, seemingly contemplating this. Then, he goes digging through his duffel, arms shoulder deep. He emerges with two empty vials. “You wanna find out?”

“Hell yeah,” she swipes one. Together, they fill their vials with the liquid. And together, they shoot them back like it’s booze.

It tastes like the way sunlight feels on her face, like the way the vines look where they climb up the granite. She hates it.

Gently, Carlos takes the vial back when she offers it, their fingertips brushing. He pulls his notebook into his lap, eye glittering as he pierces her with his gaze. “How do you feel?”

“Normal.” She says. “Well, I can sort of feel the water.”

“Feel it?”

“Like the way you can feel booze. Except it’s cool, not warm. It’s in my stomach.”

He hands her a vial. “Spell it.”

She does. It’s not sweet. She could tell as soon she said the words, though; the power didn’t gather in her, didn’t leak from her eyes like hot steam. He could tell, too. But that’s because the magic didn’t turn her eyes green, because there wasn’t any magic.

He scribbles furiously. She says, “You know, you should dunk the Anti-Magic Machine in here.”

The ‘Anti-Magic Machine’ being their awful, pre-teen colloquialism for the machine Carlos had once been developing to try and tear an exit in the barrier. He’d only just gotten it to work— put a teeny tiny hole in the sky, letting in a strange dot of unfiltered sunlight— when they were brought to Auradon. The excitement had been electric, she remembers. She’d really thought he was going to break them out.

He mumbles, “Possible effects: mind wandering,” and she snaps, hey! But then he digs around in his duffle again and emerges with a black box about a foot long and half a foot wide. It’s got ANTI-MAGIC MACHINE V3 written haphazardly one the side in metallic, silver sharpie. “I brought it to use as a control, but,” and then his eyes land on the water.

He drops it in.

It, predictably, explodes.

A fountain of water and sparks shoots upward into the air. Mal grabs Carlos by the shoulder, shoving him as hard as she can away from the explosion, jumping after him, shielding him with her body. The shockwave bursts past her, rippling through every inch and plane of her body. She gasps, heart hammering, body screaming in pain.

Then, all is quiet. Her ears pop painfully. They are laying on the riverbank, Carlos pressed into the dirt by Mal’s weight. Her arms are braced on the soil beside his temples, framing him. She attempts to catch her breath.

Carlos blinks up at her, expression only mildly put-out. The ends of his hair are smoking, and she pats them out with a shaking hand. It smears ash over his forehead. He says, very calmly, “Interesting.”

It explodes again. They’re far enough away that the shockwave is only kind of painful, and they turn to watch it. Fire sprays into the sky, surrounded on all sides by a cacophonous shower of water.

It explodes a third time, this time less intensely. The shockwave still makes her ears pop and her eyes water, but it’s nothing she isn’t used to. She pulls herself from on top of Carlos, standing. She gives him a hand up, brushing dirt and grass from his clothes.

Together, they creep over to the dais. They peer over the edge at the water. Carlos drops to his knees and sticks his arm in the water, searching blindly; eventually, he pulls the Anti-Magic Machine from the surface.

As soon as it touches the air, it catches fire.

He yelps, throwing it to the dais like it’s a roach he caught crawling on him. He hops back, hissing in pain, waving his hand back and forth. She grips his wrist, pulling the wound to her face.

It’s a third-degree, but it’s on his fingers, which sucks. She says as much.

His eyes are on the AMM. “It’s soaking wet. Why the fuck did it catch fire?”

“Beats me.” She nearly casts a healing spell on the wound; she belatedly realizes that she’s still under the Lake’s effects.

His eyes are glittering with that manic excitement again. His staring at the fire with violent passion in his face, licking his lips like a predator sizing up its prey.

On the Isle, Carlos had always been hungry for knowledge. Starving, even. He had gripped whatever he could learn in greedy hands and put it all to use as soon as he could. But on the Isle, it’d been about survival. It was about keeping their enemies off their backs, finding creative ways to save food, making a machine to escape the island.

But as soon as he came to Auradon? It stopped being for survival and started being for sport. For fun. A game he plays. Hours spent in the library, late nights in the school’s lab, doing experiments he’s not supposed to be doing with materials he’s not supposed to have. She was wrong, earlier; he already is a bit of a mad scientist.

She kicks the AMM away with her boot.

He opens his mouth to argue.

She says, “Next weekend. You make a new AMM, I bring the spellbook.”

A smile breaks across his lips. Stretches wide over his face, crinkles his eyes at the corners, bells his cheeks, warps his freckles; his hair is singed and there’s that smudge of ash on his forehead in the shape of her thumb. They’re gonna have to dress that burn, but goddamn. He’s never looked so beautiful.

He may smirk like an Isle boy, but his smile is all his own. He says, “You’re on.”

“Am I forgiven for holding out on you?”

She cradles his burned hand. He says, “Killer, I was never mad.”

She knew that already. Still, though. For that smile? She’d do anything. Not that she’d ever tell him. His head would get too big.

#I’m going back to my ROOTS #descendants #mal bertha #carlos de vil #marlos #my writing* #alternatively titled: auradons newest mad scientist and gods worst little enabler

[adracat]

Esoteric and Divine Composite: Prospera

It's time for everyone's favorite gaslighting mommy. As with her daughter and Miorine, I see a number of interesting inspirations and homages for her character. They range from the esoteric Magician from tarot to divine figures, Mimir, Loki, Hades, and Hecate

Magician

I've already covered this parallel in my As Above So Below post. But let me expand on this briefly. With her manipulation and intentional twisting of communication, you can see how she embodies the card itself. It's compouded by Suletta telling us multiple times; Prospera is a magician as her namesake is in The Tempest. But this magician is a hermetic scholar, and so is Prospera.

The Schwarzette's design, a gundam she's overseen the development of is coded with Baphomet imagery, is proof of this. As Above So Below. And just like any good hermetic alchemist, she pursues eternal life in the form of QZ. The Philosopher's stone or Panacea. She helped create a miracle already in the form of Homuculi, heavily hinted at being aided by Notrette.

But her time as the Red King is done, the crown given to her daughter, and with the absence of her White Queen another miracle is impossible. All of this is symbolized with her hair and face. Her sun has burned out and all that is left is decay.

There's another magician beside Prospero she harks to. Merlin, the one whose contest grants Arthur his first sword. Like Merlin, she gives Suletta a sword, lampshaded in Cradle Planet. And as with him, she is eventually 'imprisoned' by a Lady of the Lake (Miorine, who bestows Suletta Calibarn) after imparting wisdom. She's lucky Mio entrapped her as an in-law and not in a tree like Merlin.

Mimir and Loki

If Mio is Odin then it's Prospera who plays the wisdom granting Mimir. As with Odin, Mio is forced to make a painful sacrifice in order to drink from Mimir's well and gain insight. Take note of Prospera's visor, since it's the first in a series of subtle mythological references. Mimir is eventually beheaded and kept at Odin's side as an embalmed head that provides counsel.

Loki isn't hard to extrapolate even if you have a passing knowledge of the trickster. It's interesting to note both Odin and Loki are associated with different aspects of Hermes/Mercury. And since GWitch's Hel and Fenrir are her children, she must be Loki. It is Prospera who begins the events of gwitch ragnarok by sending Suletta, as Baldr Guel's mistletoe and slayer of the Nemean Lion, to Asticassia.

But why the father and not the mother? Because Angrboda is a giant who isn't very relevant in norse other than simply being the mother of monsters. What is intriguing is that you can make a valid comparison for Earthians=Giants in norse myth. Both are contesting against the Aesir/Spacians. So who is an Earthian geneticist who could have uploaded Eri's biometric code and crafted replichildren? Anesidora/Notrette is Prospera's Angrboda. It's wild how they hint at Notrette being Prospera's counterpart in multiple ways. Makes you wonder, is there more to be uncovered? She is explicitly Anesidora, 3 chthonic goddesses who deal in hidden knowledge.

Hecate and Hades

I mentioned it briefly in the Mio analysis, but it goes deeper than simply stealing Persephone and defiling her spirit. Like Hades, she has a Cerberus (Eri) and a helmet that aids her to speak with the dead.

It might not turn her invisible, but she always seems to slip away until its ripped from her head by a bullet.

Another divine figure who I think Prospera is meant to invoke is Hecate. She is associated with witchcraft, the moon, keys, dogs, and thresholds. Specifically the threshold between the living and the dead. It's easy to relate the dog coded Suletta and QZ as the underworld.

It was explicitly mentioned when Suletta is called a Key, and we know she's the twelfth, correlating to the philosopher's stone. It simultaneously relates back to esoteric and mythology.

Hecate is known to wear a mask and to be decaying. When you dig deep, this may be the most on the nose homage honestly. Goddess of witches indeed. Hecate is also inexorably linked to the Eleusinian mysteries along with Demeter and Persephone. The three are often interpreted to be the phases of womanhood: maiden, mother, crone. Considering Hecate's triplicity and the three prominent eyes on Prospera's mask, her design is very interesting. An additional design note, red mullets are Hecate's sacred fish. Prospera/Elnora's hair imo, is a visual pun.

**Tangentially related to the red king point, Helios god of the sun is referred to as Hecate's spear in a Sophocles play. It is a spear, Gungnir, that Odin pierces himself with when hanging in sacrifice. (And Mio throwing herself into Prospera's clutches for her red king could be interpreted as this.) Could be a coincidence, but it works too well I think!

#she's a witch your honor #Would love to watch a prequel where she spirals #g witch #g witch spoilers #gundam witch from mercury #lady prospera #prospera mercury #analysis and speculation #suletta mercury #miorine rembran

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.61)

(Sneak Peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Not everything can go according to plan, sometimes, outside forces conspire to make even most of love stories...fraught.

Tags: Talk of trauma, Brief discussions of animal cruelty (not noodle), philosophical discussions, therapy talk, anxiety, non-sexual subspace, omegaspace, dom! Tae, mommy kink, trans! tae, Assassin! Jimin, referenced crime, violence, possessive behaviors,

W/c: 10.0k

A/n: ahhhhhh at the urging of a few of my followers i've made a little birthday list through amazon just like i did last year! my birthday isn't until the 15th but! i thought i might as well put it here since it's unlikely i'll have the chance to update again before my birthday. thank you guys for always loving me and supporting me even when i'm not being the most productive. I hope this next year means i get to write for you guys more and more <3 please don't feel pressured!

Previous part ~ Masterlist

Part of you wants to run away from her, not towards her as you knock on the library door. There's a soft throaty noise that you recognize as Tae's, inviting you to come in.

She clicks away on her computer, not looking up at you. You stand there in the doorway rocking on your heels for a moment. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, and her headphones are off one ear. Sometimes she gets so into her writing that her music shuts off and she forgets to turn it on. There is no hum coming from them and yet, she does not turn to you when you stand in the doorway.

“Tae?” she does not react, and your shoulders curl in, the ache of being a bother intensifying. Her clicking. You waiting. You wait until you can't any longer, the fear building-

“Mommy?”

Tae stops immediately, her wide brown eyes coquettish in how she looks at you (like she doesn’t know exactly what you want. What you need). Her eyes flick down to your knocking knees.

She opens her arms and you sit on her lap, falling into her a little with how quickly you rush to be enveloped by her touch. Needy. You are always so needy for her. With Tae, it's hard to be self-conscious about it.

Since she’s been spending so much time at home, she’s taken to wearing her flimsy little nightdresses at all hours of the day. Today's dress is white with cream-colored lace, down to her knees, rucked up by your sitting. Fuzzy slippers at the bottom and a thick robe that she’s been in all morning over top. She probably doesn't even realize that it's midday, as focused and as dedicated as she is.

You nuzzle into the collar where her robe has soaked up her scent more. And the hickeys that you left there yesterday, teasing at them with your teeth.

You know she kinda misses getting ready every day, that she misses doing her makeup and leaving for work like the rest of them. You’d promised that you’d accompany her to a coffee shop one day this week that you didn’t have therapy. Just so that she could get out of the house.

All of this takes adjustments. You’re both learning to ask for what you want and to endure what you know you need.

Therapy. The clock says that you have exactly 2 more hours until you need to leave with Jiminie but he’s not home yet. He’s not home yet and neither is Yoongi but your brain is swimming. Knots in your tummy. You don't want to go, you don't want to not go either and you don't know how to stop feeling this way.

“I don’t want to bother you, if you want to go back to writing you can- I’ll just-"

Tae catches your chin in her manicured hand, “What do you need.” It’s more of a command than a question. You sit there and Tae’s looking. Scrutinizing you, breaking you down with just a single look.

Your arms tighten around her shoulders, clinging to her when it becomes clear your neediness hasn’t escaped her notice. This thing clawing at your chest needs to be settled, to be constrained, it's something she can handle.

It comes out of you in a rush, a franticness to your scent that isn’t becoming of Tae’s softest little pup. “Can you make my brain shut off please?”

No sooner have the words slipped from your lips than Tae’s hands lace through your hair and tug hard. A taught breath bursts from you. Any other time you’d be ashamed of the noise you let out but she only purrs in contentment.

She pulls on your hair gently, making you arch your neck until you can't arch it anymore, like she's testing how far you're willing to go to obey her touch. Teasing your shoulders apart, making you not hunch without you consciously making the decision to shift your posture (one of these days, Jin and Tae really are going to posture train you, you have an unfortunate habit of hunching).

The kiss she plants in the hollow of your throat is nothing if not understanding. You're so pliant and malleable when you're overwhelmed. The breathless whine you let out is not sexual, there simply isn't room for any more wanting when the fullest breath of Tae’s dominance rushes over you like a wave.

Tae never raises her voice, never snaps. She doesn't need to to get you to do what she wants. Your eyes are glassy, looking at her when she lets you go, smiling at you as her fingers linger over your lips before she cups your jaw, fingers pressing hard into the joint until it opens. There you go pup, breathe.

“I’m going to tell you what to do, and it’s your job to do as I say pup, do you understand?”

“Yes Mommy.”

Coming Saturday October 7th at 5PM EST (Time zone adjustments below)

#bts x reader #bts mafia au #bts a/b/o #bts fluff #bts poly au #bts polyamory au #bts omegaverse au #bts gang au #bts au #bts #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #bts smut #bts hurt/comfort #bts d/s #bts omegaverse #kim taehyung smut #taehyung x y/n #park jimin x reader #bts assassin au #bts angst #bts imagines #bts fic

[myaoiboy]

The Boss being John's emotional pillar and base to what he thinks relationships are supposed to be like/end up really fucks him up and i dont think people talk enough about that...

and yea she definitely slept with him at some point and all that, theres so many implications that she was more than one thing at the same time (master, mother girlfriend thing) and it just makes sense yknow? I wonder if part of his attraction to Ocelot is motivated by the fact he looks so much like her,,,, ouch

Anon you have no idea how much you fed my brainworms today lmao

Like, we definitely know the Boss and Snake were involved. We hear people talk about it on Mother Base in V, and when asked if she was his lover Snake doesn't deny it but says it was "deeper than that"

But ALSO Kojima literally said this:

so I mean idk maybe we're all crazy and The Boss would never fuck the kid she picked up as a replacement for the one the Philosophers stole, and we're the sick ones. lmao.

I love The Boss bc she really is this all-encompassing icon of femininity and nurturing (naive Maiden/mature Mother/wise Crone roles vs Lover/Mommy Figure/Mentor) while being completely untameable. You've heard of a domestic housewife? The Boss is a feral wildwife.

And then you bring me to the thing that I think is the most hair-pulling, teeth-grindingly tragic thing about Bosselot: the fact that they're just perpetually loving *past* each other. Big Boss wants a solution for his mommy issues, and Ocelot just wants to be seen and cherished, even used, for just a fucking taste of love and appreciation from Big Boss (that he doesn't even get in death, god i will cry about this forever).

The worst part is, Ocelot is by far the Boss's son that has the most inherent capacity to be most like her, but he has neither the environment nor the inclination to foster that in himself.

If he had ever listened to anything BB said, he would know that the fact that he lived with the Boss as an equal, someone who challenged him, was exactly why he loved her. He had the capacity to be exactly what BB wanted, but instead he went the low risk/low reward route of making (or trying to) himself indispensable as a tool, a weapon, an attack dog for BB to command, a possession instead of a partner.

But it's better to be appreciated by the love of your life for what you aren't than potentially lose them for what you are, right?

Also the same people who want to talk about how Bosselot is the better mgs3 ship bc of the mommy figure situation totally ignore the fact that that makes them like...adoptive brothers? Wouldn't be a Kojima game without a strong undercurrent of incest themes.

#SnakeBoss #mgs #bosselot #ocelotposting #i take that cowboy twink very seriously if you cant tell lmao #I maybe project too much but it's in good fun lmao #these characters are so fun to dissect bc they have so many valid interpretations i just use whichever one is most interesting at the momen #also ngl i still think the boss is probably the most benevolent adult in the series besides maybe otacon #even then otacon is also the boss's memetic son so like. that's technically also her and strangelove's benevolence

[animentality]

I was going to unfollow after disagreeing with your opinions on Steven Universe

But your philosophical discussion on how mpreg and omegaverse are the collage girls and milfs of fandom?

That's content I just can't turn down.

Listen, I was around for when mpreg was hot.

Everyone used it as an example of how deranged the internet was. Now omegaverse is the new thing, and people don't really use mpreg anymore.

And you see way less negative reactions to omegaverse vs mpreg. Possibly because mpreg was this infamous creature of the early 2000s, which lurked on fanfiction dot net and other fan sites, this taboo little beast that people only brought up to laugh at.

But omegaverse is classier. It's evolved and matured.

It's no longer the screaming spring break college girl, but the older and wiser mommy who knows what she wants and isn't ashamed of it anymore.

She's a CEO in a sharp pants suit and 6 inch heels and glasses and a scarf that costs 40,000 usd.

I also propose the idea that omegaverse is more trans inclusive than mpreg, because it has a more nuanced understanding of how gender operates in this fanfictional word.

Back in the old days, mpreg was like...men shit babies out their asses.

Not many people really knew what else they could do.

They still wanted the gay sex but didn't understand exactly what they were craving.

I have always felt that "yaoi" and "bl" and m x m pairings all arose from this longing for connection.

See, in the 2000s, whether you watched Naruto or supernatural, you just noticed how female characters were just these... non people.

They were love interests. They were sexy and didn't do much, except get killed off for drama, or they were dutiful lovers, waiting for the main character to finish the plot.

Women gravitated towards gay pairings because first off, many of them are attracted to men, so two guys getting it on had this irresistible sexual draw for them. But also, these two male characters just had this genuine feeling of affection for each other.

They were well written and nuanced and had genuine connections. Women responded to that.

Where there was no compelling canon het relationship, women decided there would be a compelling, almost canon homo relationship.

So that's where boy x boy found a home.

In the hearts of women who wanted romance outside of romance novels, but didn't get compelling heterosexual ones in other media.

But mpreg was a weirder thing, where perhaps you want to impregnate this character...but he's male.

But you don't know how to do that exactly. So you go to this fictional thing...where men shit babies.

But omegaverse is better.

Omegaverse will do you one better.

It'll propose that we can acknowledge...that women can have dicks. Men can have vaginas.

Men and women can have both.

Omegaverse like...transitioned from mpreg!!!

It became gender fluid and gender inclusive.

I have always felt also that saying yaoi is just a straight woman's plaything to be wildly shallow and dismissive.

You know how many nonbinary and trans people who are afab realized they were not women through yaoi???

A thousand million trillion hundred.

Omegaverse is cool to me, ok.

Mpreg was alright, but it was sort of strange just so far as, you don't need to recreate a whole organ when you can just say, yeah. He's a man and he has a vagina.

So what.

Maybe he still has a dick. Maybe he doesn't.

But that's the beautiful thing.

He doesn't need either. He can have both.

A female character can have a big old dick too.

Gender is just...it doesn't matter.

You can prefer anal sex between two characters with penises, or you can prefer vaginal sex between a trans character and a cis one.

You can have two penises, if you want. Three. Four.

Spiked penises.

Doesn't matter.

Omegaverse to me was just like...the next step in fandom evolution.

It brought with it a whole other gendered system that I find interesting.

And fascinating from an anthropological standpoint.

I am pro omegaverse.

Not necessarily what I wank to, but...I like it better than mpreg.

I think it took the best of mpreg and tossed out the problematic side of it.

I think...the kids are alright.

And the girlies are wellfed.

Also on the Steven universe thing...I fully admit, my brain was sort intoxicated by a lily orchard video and another video by some guy.

I've been re watching it and I think I was too harsh.

In retrospect, I still think the pink diamond reveal wasn't well thought out and was an easy cop out...but I still like the series in general.

The music and the visuals and the world itself are fun. It also did way more for gay rep than its haters will admit.

So I admit my brain was seeped in toxic fumes.

But anyway.

Omegaverse.

Good thing.

Classier.

#omegaverse #lgbt #hmmm #mpreg

[zac-yang]

Recovering the maternal in art

Thoughts on Hamlet #1

A crazed rant on Hamlet, art in modernity, Susan Sontag, and female power in Christian theology

The feminine urge to be daddy's mommy. — — Natalie Wynn, Contrapoints

This is the first of my series of meditations based on Shakespeare’s Hamlet, which I have been studying as part of English literature A-level. It is the basis on which I expand into wider general reflections on culture and philosophy, linking to other things I’ve read or watched recently.

This piece begins as art criticism about excessive author presence in modern art, with allusion to Hamlet as an embodiment of such modern artist. But then it kind of diverges into a theological tangent and ultimately an argument about gender and female power in Christian myths.

It doesn’t really neatly belong to any specific literary category. It is essay-like, but is full of poetic logic. Perhaps just read it as a kind of unhinged diary entry or notes app notes that should have stayed in the drafts.

— — Z

1

Modern authors, perhaps due to their peculiar awareness of themselves as authors, have felt this exceeding sense of self-inflicted obligation, that they have to force their authorships onto the audience, to make them aware that what they’re seeing, is in fact, created by them. And not just by the world.

‘What a piece of work / Is a man!’ Hamlet, II, ii, 301–302

What I mean by this could be seen most obviously in the attempt that modern authors try to push “message” into their works, or simply the conscious attempt to have any message at all. Consciousness is really the crime here. There is a kind of forcedness in modern art, a lack of the grace, the relaxed effortlessness that is so prevalent in classical, canonical art. Modern art is always agitating, in a permanent state of anxiety and uncertainty in whether it has “correctly” communicated its message to its audience.

Notes: Hamlet is seen by many as Shakespeare’s most philosophical play, his most message-heavy work, with deep contemplations on the nature of existence.

The long soliloquies of the eponymous prince has long been described as rigorously academic in style, perhaps most famously, in the ‘to be or not to be’ soliloquy. It is the most decontextualised soliloquy uttered by the prince, in which he solely speaks on the conceptual matters of life and death.

Yet this intellectual aspect of the play might perhaps what Shakespeare precisely is trying to satirise here. A tormenting, self-cannibalising, painful intellectual interiority, emerging in the early modern West, with its deep Christian moralism and inhuman rationalism, is here presented as precisely what drives the main character, and those around him, into misfortunes.

‘O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!’

Hamlet, II. ii. 538

The dramatic forcedness of Hamlet's messaging is perhaps most evident in the almost ravage-like scene in Gertrude's chamber (III, vi), in which he almost embodies the incestuous and murderous Nero. 'Let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom. Let me be cruel, not unnatural.' III. ii. 366-368

Susan Sontag said that art should be flirtation, not rape. Well, many modern art feels like rape to me. They feel like rape in the way that they try to force one singular thing onto its recipient. It refuses a defused, tender sensuality that slowly transmits and triggers desires through a landscape of polyamorous tenderness. Instead, it is strictly patriarchal, scriptural, the word of the Father, of God, Author The Creator. There is a violence to it. But more so there is a naivety to it.

The violence is in the naivety. In its brutal attempt to not appear naive, but rather adultly, scholarly, fatherly, like the son who resolves the Oedipus complex by identifying with the father to escape the fate of castration. The dwarf dressed in the giant’s robes.

‘But two months dead — nay, not so much, not two-

So excellent a king, that was to this

Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!’

‘My father’s brother, but no more like my father/ Than I to Hercules’

Hamlet comparing his father to his uncle, the current King Cladius, and himself, I. ii. 138–142; 153–154

This is the modern author. The anxious son, boy, fearing castration, if not already castrated, living in the shadow of the father, haunted by him, resenting his mother, the wanton, the whore, the true artistry of the world.

Hamlet (1949). Laurence Olivier

True art is always promiscuous. She is the Saint of All Sins. The Virgin in the Brothel. The Whore in the Church. The Holy Witch. The High Priestess of Filth. She is a woman. She is mother. The Oracle (whose words are obscure because they’re divine, not to Him the God, but the real, hedonistic god of music and joy, through whom she is enlightened in darkness). The Sea. Shall I moor tonight in thee.

Twilight, Contrapoints, Natalie Wynn

He, the God, and Her, Nature, whose fundamental battle is once again reenacted in this.

Genesis 1:2, the Spirit of God moved upon the face of waters. God moved on top of the sea, God on nature, man on woman, reason on art, this is the fundamental violation, the real original sin, the forbidden fruit of knowledge, brought forth by Himself through his very presence. The fault of the Fall is not in us. It is in Him. For to be holy is to be aware of the profane, as the opposite is equally true. Therefore to be profane, to be sinful, is precisely to be aware of the existence of the hallow. To learn about it. To aspire to it. Without sin, there would be no God. Like there would be no man without woman.

‘Whatever is the subject of a prohibition is basically sacred’.

‘The taboo does not banish the transgression but, on the contrary, depends upon it, just as the transgression depends on the existence of the taboo: “The transgression does not deny the taboo but transcends it and completes it”.’

Georges Bataille, Eroticism: Death and Sensuality

‘That discourse one might call the poetry of transgression is also knowledge. He who transgresses not only breaks a rule. He goes somewhere that the others are not; and he knows something the others don’t know.’

Georges Bataille, Story of the Eye

Notes: St. Augustine of Hippo wrote that original sin is transmitted by concupiscence and enfeebles freedom of the will without destroying it. But isn’t will also what precisely drove one (Eve) to the origional sin? Perhaps the will is much like Kant’s conception of freedom, a thing that creates its own limits.

Without an elusive ideal to aspire to, we will never be aware of our skin-felt wretchedness. The fruit is not only planted by God, it is God, it is God who eats the fruit, it is God who is the fruit being eaten, and it is God who is watching all of this.

I find it interesting. The closeness between the angel and Satan. Almost mirror images. In Michelangelo’s painting of the sin of Adam and Eve from the Sistine Chapel ceiling.

The decision to have the woman be the one to eat the fruit therefore, is interesting, on multiple levels. She is the original sinner, but also the one closest to God. For the fruit is God, but the fruit is also sin, and it is through the death of the man that she (gives birth to) achieves salvation. She is sin, but she is sin in grace, the glorified sin, the sin made divine, the virgin who gives birth, saved from stoning (here she also mirrors the other Mary, the other permitted sinner, Mary Magdalen), who gives birth to the man who is going to die, through which she successfully redeems herself. She is the mother, and she is the sinner, the original in both, and in both she is holy.

Eve is Mary and Mary is Eve.

The tree of death and of life in the Salzburg Missal: Eve gives the representatives of the old covenant the fruit that brings sin and death from the tree of paradise. Mary, on the other hand, gives the faith hosts, the bread of life. — — The New Eve (Latin: Nova Eva) is a devotional title for Mary, the mother of Jesus. Since the second century, numerous Eastern and Western Church fathers have expressed this doctrinal idea as an analogy to the biblical concept of the New Adam.

The man is essentially an accessory to her, a passage through which she penetrates through to achieve her eventual goal. He is only a thing that she decorates herself with. The baby in her bosom. The man on her laps (Pietà). The feminine urge to be daddy’s mommy. The gravedigger, whose death goes unmentioned, outlived everyone. Her blue robe is serene, like the halcyon sea.

Sandro Botticelli’s Madonna and Child, painted in 1480, shows a reflective Mary in deep blue.

Z

17.03.2024

(with notes later added 24.03.24)

Source:

Susan Sontag, Against Interpretation, On Style, The artist as examplary sufferer

Natalie Wynn, Contrapoints, Twilight

Georges Bataille, Eroticism: Death and Sensuality, Story of the Eye

Janet Adelman, Man and Wife Is One Flesh: Hamlet and the Confrontation with the Maternal Body

I have also posted this on Medium.

#shakespeare #hamlet #oedipus complex #literature #feminism #catholic core #philosophy #contrapoints #natalie wynn #twilight #georges bataille #eroticism #susan sontag #art criticism #art #literary analysis #literary criticism #diary #rambles #the virgin mary #symbolism #renaissance #ideas #theology #women in art #thoughts #oedipal complex #freudian #mommy issues

[cyberth0t]

The BOLD THE FACTS tag game

ty @madeofcc for tagging me and giving me an excuse to talk about river and ro some more (as if i needed an excuse haha) The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

RO

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes (it was EXTREMELY minor and zero jail time and his mommy bailed him out) / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious (this question isnt phrased well for this character) ❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

RIVER

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

#rivro #oc ask #oc ask game