#and she needed to humble him

[sapphirebluejewel]

Endless List of Platonic Relationships That I Love - Cristina Yang and Craig Thomas

"I would like it known to the medical community that I helped train you."

[heyimkana]

I don’t know if other people can go into the shadow realm that don’t have his powers, but if you can, imagine in the dating stages of their relationship, Jinwoo takes reader to the shadow realm and meet all the shadows there and see the statue they have of her. She’s in awe and she’s just spends the day playing with shadow, lowkey forgetting about Jinwoo

HELPPPP THAT'S SO CUTEEEEE him giving her a little tour around the shadow realm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i can imagine beru taking the initiative to make sure the whole kingdom is spotless clean. like he'll go around, ordering everyone he sees to clean the area and be like "if I espye a mote of dust upon the casement, thou shalt be hanged by the neck!" he'll be soooo annoyinggg

i can also tell his girlfriend would be genuinely excited and happy to meet all the shadows, trying to remember their names one by one, maybe even ask them what their favorite flavor is so she can bake them some cookies next time. jinwoo was nervous at first like he was afraid the shadows were going to look a little bit too creepy for her to handle so he's genuinely relieved when he sees her having fun.

he falls in love with her again when he sees her panicking when igris goes down to his knees and bows his head to her and she's like "omg please don't bow to me, i'm not a princess" and he's like "but milady, yes, you are." and she's like "NO i'm not" and she turns to jinwoo and she's like "jinwoo please help??? please tell him i'm not a princess" and jinwoo laughs and he says "that's right, igris, she's not a princess." and she breathes out in relief but then jinwoo adds with a smirk and a kiss on her temple. "she's my queen."

her head explodes, the shadow realm rejoices

[capricioussun]

This is still so funny to me. Why did I draw him like that.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

This...is long, much longer than I thought it would be but oh well. Enjoy Aurora being mean to Swiss. (He likes it.)

"...and that's Swiss."

When she had shaken the grinning ghoul's hand upon being introduced to him, Aurora had no idea how much fun she would have with him.

Because Swiss is tall, cocky, and too used to have the upper hand in his interactions with other ghouls.

Folded in an armchair, Aurora watches Swiss tease Dew until steam is pouring out of the fire ghoul's ear, to the multi's delight. Smug smile on his lips, Swiss cuts Dew's infuriated rambling short with just a few words, making the fire ghoul shake his head in disblief, helplessly charmed despite everything.

Aurora holds eye contact when Swiss glances at her, golden eyes full of mischief and the confidence he will get away with it. There's too much teeth in his grin, a touch unsettling but equal part endearing.

With a spring in his steps, he sets course for Aurora's armchair.

"Got some space for me princess ?"

Groaning, Aurora scoots until he can wiggle his way between her and the armrest ; it's tight, too tight, so Swiss grabs her by the hips and hauls her on his lap with a satisfied little noise. Aurora doesn't protest ; let him think she yielded to his whims like most people do, when in reality she has him exactly where she wants him.

It's easy to get Swiss to lower his guard down - not that he was wise enough to put it especially up in the first place. Aurora's painted claws scratching softly behind his ear is more than enough to have him relaxed an purring, eyes half closed.

That's when she strains to mumble in his ear.

"You were being mean to Dewy."

Swiss' ear flicks, golden rings threaded through it clinking together, and he hums lowly.

"Mmh...just a lil' bit."

Aurora tuts.

"How would you feel if I was being mean to you, uh ?"

Golden eyes slowly blink open as Swiss' small, content smile turns into a wide grin.

"You don't want me to answer this, princess."

Cocky, provocative. Aurora wants to make him cry. She curls her finger under his chin, lifting his head slightly.

"You think you'd like that, uh ? Me being mean ?"

Amusement dances in Swiss' eyes, along something tender that almost breaks Aurora's resolve. Almost.

"I know I would."

With a scoff, the ghoulette let go of his chin.

"You couldn't handle it."

There is no doubt Swiss will rise to the bait. There is a reason he, alongside Dewdrop, is banned from accepting challenges without someone to second guess it. Swiss' hands find their way to Aurora's waist, finding the silver of skin made accessible by her shirt riding up.

"No ? I think I could."

His enthusiasm sure is cute, so Aurora rewards him with a smile as she shifts to straddle one of his thighs. Swiss makes a happy noise, tail curling around one of her leg and chin coming to rest on her chest. The way he looks up at her catches Aurora off guard, though she takes care not to show it. She always forget that glint of reverence that never fails to show in the multi ghoul's eyes whenever he's looking at one of his packmates.

It's more than flattering, and for a moment, Aurora thinks about changing her plans-

"Plus, I don't think you can be mean to me, sweetheart. You'd feel too bad for me."

Nevermind, that motherfucker needs to be taken down a few pegs. Aurora harshly presses her thigh against Swiss' crotch, taking him by surprise and making him gasp, hands flexing around her waist before sliding down to her hips.

"Oh, trust me Swiss, I would take great pleasure in being merciless to you."

Swiss' tongue darts out to wet his lips, adam apple bobbing under the delicate skin of his throat as he swallows thickly.

"Do it. Won't you be mean to me, 'Rora ?"

It's not getting Swiss to drop that's hard. Aurora knows damn well how flexible the ghoul is ; it clearly isn't the first time he's subbing, not by a mile.

No, what will be a challenge will be to peel away Swiss' pride layer by layer. Because Swiss doesn't beg, or very rarely, doesn't really need to anyway most of the time. He has a tendency to get people to give him what he wants even when he's not supposed to be in control.

"If you ask nicely," Aurora whispers, claws running idly on Swiss' forearms. They are very nice, and she makes a mental note to explore that later.

Swiss cocks his head to the side, mouth pulling up in a smirk as he bats his eyelashes at Aurora.

"Please ?"

It's nowhere near pleading, leading toward provocative, but it's a start.

"Carry me to my room," Aurora decides.

"Bossy," Swiss comments even as he hauls her up until she can wrap her legs around his waist. As they pass the kitchen, they attract the attention of the four ghouls chatting there, which Swiss answers to with a grin almost too large for his face.

"Gentlemen," he nods at Dew and Mountain who look like they're trying to decipher whether they should interject or not, before swiftly balancing Aurora on one arm to grab Cumulus' hand, dropping a kiss to the back of it and doing the same for Cirrus.

"Ladies."

Cumulus shakes her head with a fond huff, while Cirrus glances at Aurora and mouthes "Wreck him".

Well that's just further motivation.

It takes more brainpower than Aurora expected not to let herself be distracted by Swiss effortlessly carrying her like that, but she pulls herself together just in time. The second he slams her bedroom's door shut behind them and sets her down, she takes a step back. Her features schooled in an unimpressed scowl, she sighs.

"You're a cocky bastard, you know that ?"

She only gets an impossibly wide grin for her troubles.

"I know. You love it."

It's easy to slip a hand to the back of Swiss' neck and tug him down into a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth. His back hits the door with a dull thump as Aurora let her hands wander just to hear Swiss' breath hitch. There is nothing more delightful than the choked sound the multi ghoul makes when she wedges her thigh between his, encouraging him to grind down on it.

Aurora licks into Swiss' mouth with abandon, feeling him sigh contentedly, drunk on her tongue. She waits for him to start losing control of the noises escaping him, for his rolls of hips to become uncoordinated and desperate, for his muscles to start tensing. When he reaches that point, she pulls away, putting three steps between them.

Swiss has to grab the door handle for balance, leaning at least half of his weight on the door, knees too weak to keep him upright. He doesn't whine, not quite, but it's a near thing, his long fangs catching on already abused lips. He's truly a sight like this, disheveled and breathing heavily. But he's still fucking smirking.

"Come on," he groans.

Aurora nonchalently crosses her arms.

"Come on what, Swiss ?"

He has the decence not to roll his eyes, but does let out a petulant huff, smile still pulling at his lips.

"Keep going ?"

It's phrased like a question, despite the glint in Swiss' eyes that tells Aurora he is so sure of the outcome, of her answer. She draws it out by humming as if in thoughts.

"Keep going ? You want me to keep making out with you ? To let you hump my thigh again ? You want me to touch you ? To stroke you real nice ? That what you want, uh ?"

Swiss' hips cant up slightly at the picture she's painting for him.

"Yes. Will you ?"

There's a touch of amusement in his voice, something Aurora guesses comes from his belief that he knows what game they're playing. Oh, she cannot wait to crush that mix of hope and certainty she reads in his eyes.

Just because she can and will be extra cruel, she stalks closer, hooking a finger in Swiss' belt buckle and tugging him closer, until he's forced to stand on his own.

"Mmh, no."

The sheer disblief and bewilderment washing over Swiss' features is so, so worth it.

"What ?"

Gone is the attitude, smirk wiped clean from the multi ghoul's face as well.

"I said no. What, did you think I would ? This isn't about you. Now kneel."

Swiss is so stunned his knees are already half bent by the time he second guesses himself. It only takes a light push to his shoulders for him to go all the way down.

He's very unfairly pretty like this, gazing up at Aurora with still surprise-wide eyes and blown out pupils. She plants a booted foot on his thigh, pleased to feel him wrap his hand around her calf, a mirror of their stage antics.

"Listen to me very carefully, yeah ? You are going to eat me out, and you are going to do it well. And don't even think about touching yourself or I swear I'll make sure you won't cum for weeks. Understood ?"

All Swiss manages is a nod, and, well, that just won't do.

"Words, Swiss, or are you too dumb for that already ?"

"No- I mean yes- understood, yeah."

Admittedly a bit drunk on the power she holds over him, Aurora rewards Swiss with a heavy, borderline painful press of the sole of her boot against his groin, withdrawing her foot before it can become truly pleasurable. Swiss' eyes roll back, hips involuntarily snapping up.

With a condescending laugh, Aurora goes to lay on the bed, leg spread.

"Well ? Come here. No. I said "come here", not "get up", right ?"

Swiss freezes where he was starting to rise, hesitating only for a second before crawling toward Aurora, even politely stopping at the foot of the bed, only hauling himself up on it and between her legs once she patted the mattress invitingly.

"Get me out of my clothes. Be careful, I like them," Aurora orders. There is no way she's letting this heathen rip her favorite top in half, as attractive a display of strenght it is. Thankfully, Swiss follows her comand, discarding her clothes with great care despite his painfully evident impatience.

Once Aurora lays bare under him, Swiss' eyes flick up to her again, waiting for further instructions.

She takes her sweet time, brushing a hand down his chest, stomach, toying with the hem of his shirt.

"Take this off and get to work."

And Swiss does, all fight gone from him. His shirt goes to join Aurora's clothes, Swiss throws her legs on his shoulders and dives in like a beast starved.

Aurora keens immediately. Swiss is good at this, more than good. Running his unaturally long tongue through her folds and fucking it in and out of her, wrapping his lips around her throbbing clit, he does not spare his efforts.

There is no way in hell Aurora could stop herself from reacting, nor would she want to, squirming and moaning freely, mumbling little "that's good" and "yeah like that" as encouragement.

Because that's the thing with Swiss. Hearing his partners respond like this, knowing he's the reason they're writhing under him ? Oh that turns him on so, so much. Aurora can't imagine how much self control it must take him not to lower himself down and rub is probably aching cock against the mattress.

Good.

Swiss doesn't hold back, and neither does she. If she's being honest, Aurora's been keyed up since he asked her to be mean, and it shows with how fast she starts unravelling.

A clever swipe of tongue, and she's done for, crying out as she comes hard enough to see stars.

When Aurora comes back to herself, Swiss is hovering over her, face shiny with her slick but eyes soft. He sets her legs down gently, massaging her hip wordlessly. With a huff, Aurora pulls him down and tucks him against her side, kissing his face while mumbling.

"Good boy, such a good boy, you did so good baby."

Swiss relaxes, only for a second though, because then Aurora cups his still hard cock and squeezes, earning a loud moan.

"That must hurt."

"Yeah," Swiss breathes.

Aurora chuckles, glancing at the drawer she keeps her strap in.

She's not done being mean.

After all, Swiss hasn't begged yet.

[beikerfaker]

doodles i did a few days

[wackywatchdotcom]

god every few days i circle back around to being emotional about pomni and kingers friendship...... like i know everyone and their mom has talked abt how aw its sweet! but anytime i think abt it i get nauseous and or almost cry. theres just smth abt the two most actively nervous ppl in this terrible situation becoming friends.... esp with pomni, someone who reads as alow to trust but he just has a raw trustworthiness to him that she picked up on in a scary situation..... aughhhghhhgh i love whenr characters are friends itsdhfwdabfbeudansheh aughhhhh

[silusvesuius]

N*loth is literally prime NPD representation and that's just how it is. Dat's just how i feel . if iiiiiii hear anyhing ab him needing to be humbled or put in his place i'll just tear my hair out right here and match his look. not even trying to lift him up or defend him i'm just defending the mentally ill skajrim characters nobody wants to understand,

[engagemy-others]

yknow what. I'm going to say it.

"coming home (but not to you)" is fucking strange for its take that mel needs to own up to viktor and apologise to him for... what? the author's made up idea that mel would sell weapons? like what the hell. why are we making up a universe where The White Man Is Better And The Black Woman Needs To Say How Terrible She Is. be so fucking for real. Putting Mel In Her Place is such a stupid fucking trope and I hope anyone who used it feels fucking bad.

[greenerteacups]

You like downtown abbey! I almost did not watch this show because frankly a bunch of rich people from early 1900s England did not interest much but the writing is so good and the characters so intereting that I was rooting for them by episode 2. Anyway. What prompted me to write this ask is: do you have any recs for shows/movie/book with great characters? The specifc genre doesn't matter much. I'm curious to know what media have your favorite characters (besides HP of course)

I do like the Edwardian rich people show! The bastards got me again. It's such an interesting period — I think that the early seasons are the best because you can see the writers are still trying to *say something* about Edwardian Britain, especially the decline of the class system in England during and after World War I. The whole war plotline is really great, some of the show's best writing, and it hits series heights when it's doing the initial aftermath stuff (also not coincidentally the season where they develop Thomas's character beyond 'evil gay footman.')

My favorite characters are scattered all over the place — off the top of my head, Wuthering Heights, Sense & Sensibility, Jane Eyre, Middlemarch, Brideshead Revisited, anything by P.G. Wodehouse; more recently, White Teeth, The Goldfinch, Atonement (book and movie), My Brilliant Friend, and Wolf Hall (books first, but also the TV show). In terms of straight movies, Chimaera was the most recent one that moved me deeply; also When Harry Met Sally, the Before trilogy, The Social Network, Inception, the Daniel Craig bond saga but ONLY Casino Royale and Skyfall and the 35 minutes of Quantum of Solace I actually like; The Royal Tenenbaums and The Fantastic Mr. Fox and The Grand Budapest Hotel, and basically anything Wes Anderson before he got too in his own head about shit; Downton Abbey for fun, The Sopranos for different fun, Mad Men for the most fun of all, and Better Call Saul but only in small doses, because otherwise I'll get brain worms and start crawling on the ceiling about stuff. So, uh. That's a start.

[ahsokatanohno]

HERA AND LEIA ARE PALS. AHSOKA AND EZRA AND SABINE REUNITED. AHSOKA IS HOPEFUL AND THRIVING. THREEPIO IS HERE ON BEHALF OF SENATOR AND DEFENSE COORDINATOR LEIA ORGANA. ZEB IS TRAINING RECRUITS. MY HEART IS FULL.

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

I finally caught up to Epic and the mental cinematics I'm making for Siren!MC and Get in the Water

[trufflupogus]

I tried dyeing my hair a purple violet color but it ended up being deep red instead. When i sent a picture to group chat asking what cosplay vibes im giving...

What i was expecting: 💁‍♂️

What I got instead: 😒

So if you all need me, I'll be shaving my head thank you

[scalproie]

Domesticated Post-Tekken 2 Era Kazuya is my favorite to think about because this would be so good for him and everyone else but he would have an absolutely miserable time during it

[hsslilly-blog]

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[silversiren1101]

💎💎💎 for Morolai on Valerius? 👀😏

[Oh hell yeah]

The dragon queen looks up from where she'd been absentmindedly cleaning beneath a claw, wickedly sharp and black. Eyes the color of acid twinkle in amusement and her lips, painted dark, twist into a smile that could almost be deemed 'affectionate.'

"Oh, Valerius. Vali. You wish to know my opinions on dear Valerius? I assume gossip has spread about our previous trysts...", she grins devilishly. "Why else would you be asking about him and I?"

A low hum reverberates from somewhere deep in her chest. "He is a prime specimen, what more can I say? He is a gentleman and a predator in one. His education is pedigree as his lineage. His physique... his body...", she clicks her tongue. "And his vicious wit is one of the few to match my own, same as his hunger."

She chuckles.

"I suppose that's the reason we keep a... healthy... distance between us these days. I respect him immensely, for all that he has accomplished and all he is capable of, but we both know ours is a hunger for dominance that wouldn't stop short of each others. We are simply two flames that'd only consume one another rather than make one greater pyre. His current chosen wife suits him much better in that regard with her... more humble aspirations." She says this with clear contempt. "Though it is nice to see him no longer moping about the place like a sad pup left out in the rain. It was an embarrassment."

A few seconds pass as she thinks, then rolls her eyes.

"Speaking of capabilities. there is very little I despise more than wasted potential, and dear Vali is capable of so much more than he's found himself content with in the moment. It's a shame, truly, but at least it keeps him from becoming a concern in my own personal politics. I need not worry about what threat he poses to Vyrdraig, so long as he continues being so devoted to that goddess of his... and his bloodthirsty flower."

"And, well...", she taps a claw against her lips. "My own pet keeps a close enough eye on them when he goes to visit Drezen. I suppose I should thank them for agreeing to these little 'exchanges' he proposed. It really has brightened up Maegar's mood since we haven't had crisis after crisis to keep him entertained."

[kivaember]

im finding it very fun, writing koshimizu's thoughts about kid tao... hrng this man... i want to put him in the pear wiggler... anyway to excerpt:

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Tsukuyomi sighed quietly, reading through the latest report on the Aogami test - a resounding failure, of course. Though they had the resources to craft the bodies, Susano-o’s essence was so diluted and wan that it just wasn’t capable of animating them. Still, at least there was some promise here, whereas Amaterasu’s investigation had hit a depressing dead-end. Nothing the humans did could revive his sister, and none of them knew why…

It left him in an awkward position. With Raidou rapidly approaching retirement, with the Aogami models no longer functioning, with his sister’s soul seemingly vanished into the ether, the only protectors Tsukuyomi could rely on were the mere handful of veteran devil summoners that had survived the apocalypse - an ever dwindling resources - or juveniles like Shun’ya who lacked the proper experience. Bethel’s angels helped, of course, but they never offered their protection for free.

And it meant Tsukuyomi had far too much exposure to the Archangel in charge of the East Asia branches: Abdiel.

She was terrorising the Chinese branch this month, though - small mercies - and Tsukuyomi was planning to take advantage of her absence to get to the bottom of this ‘Saint’ business. The explanation had been insultingly lacking from Bethel HQ regarding Isonokami Tao: spiritually powerful, lived in Okutama with her family until they’d been unceremoniously slaughtered by demons in an unexplained attack, and had no knowledge or understanding of her powers or the spiritual world in general. Trying to get anything else out of the angels was like trying to draw blood from a stone.

“But there is something about her,” Tsukuyomi murmured, setting aside the Aogami report to contemplate his office’s ceiling instead. “She contains something.”

Familiar, almost, but not quite. Tsukuyomi hadn’t been able to pin it down. His initial thought was that she contained the Knowledge of an Amatsukami or, at a push, a Kunitsukami, but even then that didn’t sound quite right. It was mildly vexing, as Tsukuyomi disliked mysterious unknowns he couldn’t plan around, but he acknowledged it wasn’t Tao’s fault. She was just a young girl saddled with a cruel fate, oblivious to the machinations that had resulted in her preserved life.

Tsukuyomi supposed he was lucky that the angels were so socially incompetent when it came to humans, nowadays. If any one of them had sense, they would’ve started indoctrinating her, striking while the iron was hot and cementing her loyalty to them by leveraging whatever gratefulness she’d feel for their timely rescue… but they hadn’t. Instead, they had dumped her at his feet, still filthy from ash and blood, her eyes wide with terror but her voice mute from shock, as the angels flatly told him that Japan’s newest duty was to protect Bethel’s Saint.

It had been an emotional night, admittedly. He had to throw the suit jacket he wore that day away, since Tao’s grasping hands ended up smearing bloodstains all over the fabric, leaving a scent of metal and charcoal, but Tsukuyomi hadn’t really cared. He’d done his duty and scrubbed her down, found her a bed, and silently cursed Bethel’s angels in his mind for their unthinking callousness and shortsightedness.

But their mistakes were his gain, in a way. Saint or a holder of one of his kin’s Knowledge, Isonokami Tao was a new chess piece on the ever shifting board that was Bethel’s internal hierarchy, and Tsukuyomi intended to seize the initiative. The angels lost their chance, so he’ll step in and claim her loyalty, and perhaps whatever mysterious power or influence she held. Ultimately it was to her benefit as well… Tsukuyomi understood treating his assets well and with compassion. Shun’ya could attest to that, after all.