#it may not be that deep but i'm willing to dig and make it that deep

[ravensofskyhold]

Ruoska 2nd verse analysis

Aka why there's a reference to a 20+ year-old sports scandal in this song that on the surface is about BDSM.

(Fuck you Kä for making me write a 1500+ word analysis on a reference in one verse of a song and also for forcing me to learn more about Lahti 2001 than I've ever wanted. /j)

Okay, I was already having thoughts about the second verse of Ruoska, which has lots of references to the doping controversy of FIS Nordic World Ski Championships held in Lahti in 2001 aka the biggest sports doping scandal in Finland. The MV gave new context for that part and made the use of the whole reference make a lot more sense to me, enough to develop those thoughts into a semi-coherent analysis (I'm not kidding about this being semi-coherent, I've spent most of the day writing this. You've been warned.).

This analysis does require me to talk about The Lahti 2001 doping scandal a lot. I’ve decided to focus on what I remember from the aftermath of it, especially the Finnish public opinion and reaction, as it is the most relevant part of it for this analysis. So if you’re not familiar with the topic, I recommend reading a short summary of the facts which can be found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FIS_Nordic_World_Ski_Championships_2001#Doping_controversy

In the MV, there’s this about 20s pause between the first chorus and the second verse, where the song just stops and people looking at their phones form a circle at the edges of the spotlight (where Käärijä and Erika are) and hate comments aimed at both of them are shown on screen.

After the pause, we get the second verse:

“Lunta on tullut tupaan niin paljon et tarvii sukset / Gotten so much snow in the house that I need skis

On luokkaa Kari-Pekka nää ahdistukset / At level with Kari-Pekka with these anxieties

Et taloyhtiössä on kosteudenmittaukset/ That the housing cooperative takes humidity measurements

Kun rappukäytävän portailla on hemon virtaukset/ When there's massive tides* on the stairs in the stairway”

[link/credits to the translation]

*added context to this line that gets lost in translation is that the substance flowing down the stairs in the stairway is called “hemo” in the original lyrics. Now, I’ve interpreted it to be either blood/hemoglobin or Hemohes (which is the brand(?) name of the banned blood plasma expander substance that people were caught using in the Lahti 2001 doping scandal. Either way, this detail is relevant enough for this analysis.

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The idiom "tulla lunta tupaan" (to get snow in the house/living room) means to get misfortune, but I think I've seen it also used to mean getting (excessive) adversity/criticism for something (wrong) you've done (from the public, usually).

There certainly is something fucked up and rather telling that from what I’ve seen, many of Finnish fans old enough to remember Lahti 2001 (me included) needed only to hear "skis" and "Kari-Pekka" to get the doping scandal reference. After all, this is a rather subtle (as in, only Kari-Pekka Kyrö’s, one of the head coaches of the ski team, first name is mentioned in the song!) reference to a scandal that happened over 20 years ago. But it also tells you how big of a deal that doping scandal was for Finns, especially since it happened in cross-country skiing aka one of our pride and joy sports, and how much (perceived) shame was involved on national level.

And oh boy, did that sense of national shame get projected back to the public opinion about the people involved in the scandal. The scandal did have massive and long-lasting repercussions on the careers and the reputations of the people involved in Finland, way beyond the official disqualifications and suspensions. These people went from being celebrated athletes and ski team members that everyone was proud of to being mostly, or even only, remembered for being caught using doping. Their past (and future) achievements suddenly didn’t either matter anymore or, thanks to the doping scandal, were regarded with suspicion.

There’s also a layer added to this by the media’s role and involvement in all this that I’m not going to get into here. Only thing from the media side I’m going to point out is that big part of kicking off this incident was the investigation and subsequent article by Helsingin Sanomat crime journalist that revealed damning evidence of the systematic use of doping substances in the Finnish ski team.

The point is, yes they did wrong, and yes they did deserve the (official) consequences to their careers and a hit in their public images, but everything else? The figurative lashing (pun intended) they got from the media and the public? The media and the public refusing to forget and move on from that incident years after the fact and in the process probably not letting them move on from it properly, either? Being remembered only for your mistakes? That was excessive, way out of proportion to what the crime in question was.

Bringing this back to the song, the MV, and the artists:

This reference, especially with the MV context just made me think of the topic of public opinion of celebs and how quickly it can turn against you, even if you’re currently seen as a “hero” of sorts, like Finland’s ski team was in 2001 or Käärijä is now.

It also made me think of how Finns often tend to be jealous of other people's success (the good ol’ belief that there’s a finite amount of luck/happiness in the world and so other people having luck/success is to blame if you don’t have it is still deeply ingrained in us even if we don’t realize it). Like, there are always people who hate someone more successful or famous than them simply because they are successful/famous.

Also, there's often a sense of schadenfreude involved from certain parts of the public when someone famous does something bad/wrong. Something that (in public perception) "justifies" the negative turn in the public opinion on that person, regardless of how bad/wrong the thing actually was and if the reaction is actually proportionate to it. And especially in famous people’s case, there are always people who are just waiting for them to misstep, to fall, just so they can go “see? I knew they were a bad person all along, that’s why I disliked them!”. Or hell, we’ve even seen people who are constantly waiting for the moment a famous person does something that can be twisted into a controversy, or even hounding them to do something or react to something in a way that paints them in a negative light.

Now, I don't think the hate comments seen in the MV are comparable to what happened after the doping scandal (nor that are they meant to be that), and I don’t claim to know what kinds of hate Käärijä and Erika get usually but I doubt that’s comparable either. But there are some noticeable, if much smaller scale, similarities to some controversies they’ve been a part of and the media/public reaction to those. Which does make the doping scandal an effective reference to use to get the point of (often excessive) negative reactions/comments to everything you do across.

So, when the hate comment pause happened in the MV and the second verse started, it felt like the missing puzzle pieces fitting into their places, and being able to see what the second verse is trying to say. Or my interpretation of it, anyway.

The first line is rather straightforward, mentioning getting enough "snow" (aka adversity/criticism/hate, not misfortune like I thought before) into their lives ("house" in the song) that they need equipment/tools ("skis") to help them wade through it, just to keep living their lives.

The line mentioning Kari-Pekka, and anxiety at the same level as his, is interesting. Because on the one hand, he did take the blame for the doping scandal and was, according to his own words, “the most hated man in Finland” at the time. On the other hand, he did get a lot of publicity and was offered a job as a crisis consultant to teach people how to lie believably, because he appeared so calm, collected, and confident in the media during the scandal. So, while on the surface this line is about having a lot of anxiety due to the hate they’re getting, well, the dude whose anxiety levels they’re likening their own to doesn’t seem (to appear) anxious at all despite shouldering most of the blame and hate for such a big scandal, does he? Hell, he got job opportunities thanks to how not-anxious he appeared in that situation.

And the following lines, I've interpreted to be about other people having to acknowledge the damage from those hate comments seeping into their own lives as well because, depending on what "hemo" is interpreted as, either the cause of that hate (hemohes) or a rather visible representation of the pain caused by the hate (blood) is flooding the stairway now. The pain or the cause of the hate others have let into their living spaces/lives is out in the public space now. And going by the next line “Ja mä tahdon jäädä siitä kiipeliin (kiipeliin)/ And I want to get in trouble for it (in trouble)” it’s happening they intentionally let it out into the public in the first place, because they want to get in trouble for it?

There’s something fascinating about that. About acknowledging that they’re getting hate anyway, so they might as well intentionally and publicly do things that people are going to send them hate for. But also acknowledging the hate they’re getting and making other people acknowledge it as well, refusing to keep it hidden and letting it rot only their own lives.

And then continuing that yeah, we’re getting whipped/hated on for everything we do, but

[p1utofairy]

PAC: your upcoming relationship 🎀🫧🎆

pile 1 🧸 —

ok so i immediately heard let the light in by lana del rey ft. father john misty! this is a very passionate relationship pile 1 wow. your person is very patient, attentive and willing to put you first no matter what. the dynamic will be similar to allie and noah's but minus the toxicity…there's a push and pull but just enough to keep each other engaged and entertained. i'm hearing a lot of witty playful banter, you grinning until your cheeks hurt and not being able to keep eye contact because they give you butterflies. i'm feeling some gemini influence in this pile hmmm communication will be really important between the 2 of you. i think you both are very similar when it comes to your interests and values but have a different approach to how you handle your feelings and express your emotions. you may be a bit more hesitant or resistant to sharing how you feel in hopes of keeping the peace but i feel like your person will encourage you to speak your mind instead of bottling it in. this goes for any scenerio as well, they want you to be able to step into your power and not dim your light for anyone or anything. your person could have prominent water/cancer/or 4h placements because they give nurturing vibes. i just heard "I JUST WANNA SEE YOU SHINE, CAUSE I KNOW YOU ARE A STARGIRL." you mean everything to them. even if you two were to have a disagreement, they'd probably be a bit moody at first but at the end of the day they'd want to talk it out and make up with you. (and i heard make it up to you) they'll never want you to go to bed angry at them or vice versa, this person is very mature and doesn't like to cut corners when it comes to their relationships. this person has an "all or nothing" type of mentality, when they commit themselves to you that's it. all they see you is pile 1, awww it's so sweet. you're gonna have lots of fun with this person.

pile 2 ⭐️ —

love you like a brother, treat you like a friend, respect you like a lover. OOOO pile 2 your person is very suave, they know exactly what to say and when to say it. i feel like they light up every room that they walk in & could definitely charm the pants off of anyone. it might be hard to take them serious at first or you may question if they're serious about you because they seem to be very friendly or more experienced. but i'm hearing that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, because although this person may give player vibes they’re actually a sweetheart at the core. i can see this person having a really bright smile, they'll love to make you laugh and put you in a good mood. you will bring a good balance to them, they need stability and you're exactly that. they're very confident and extroverted but deep down they feel like no one really sees them except for you. i'm hearing infrunami by steve lacy so maybe some of you already know this person. it honestly does give a good friends to lovers vibe. i can see you two texting a lot, going on little dates and having random/deep conversations about any and everything. maybe lots of discussions about movies? i'm hearing some of you really love cinema. i think you'll definitely see this person in a different light as you get to know them, compared to your first impression of them. it’s like when andie was putting ben through all those hoops until they went to visit his family in staten island…and once she saw him in his element/who he truly was at the core she realized her feelings for him. yeahhh this is super cute pile 2, i dig it.

pile 3 🍬 —

heyyy pile 3, right off the bat i keep hearing the word CUTE. like maybe this is what people will think when they see you and your person together? you two are absolutely made for each other, i think your inner child will really come out when you're around this person. i can feel the excitement, the giddiness and anticipation you two will exude when you're in each other's presence. i heard "like a kid in a candy store" lol that's adorable. power trip by j. cole ft. miguel is playing…yeah it's very much THAT. i feel like you both will pinch yourselves thinking is this real??? your person is gonna make you feel like you're on cloud 9 hehe i see them getting you flowers, writing you cute little messages on sticky notes and gifting you thoughtful things that you may have mentioned in passing but didn't expect them to remember. i feel like you (and maybe even your person) have been waiting/yearning for a connection like this for very a long time, i get an almost lonely energy. like you've been single for a long time and now you feel whole/complete. the intimacy between you two >>> not even just sexually but intellectually and emotionally! you're gonna feel so safe and comfortable with them. your person is very sentimental and they will never take a moment shared with you for granted. i see polaroid/photobooth pics of you 2 being all close and cutesy :) this person might be a little lowkey/reserved in nature but you definitely bring them out of their shell. the scene where jenna says “arrivederci” and is so giddy when matty responds back with “au revoir” is coming to mind. AH y'all are gonna be so goneeeeee pile 3 i love it for you.

[sunarc]

OK SORRY FOR THAT MANY REQUESTS MY MIND IS JUST WANDERING

how would nanami react if you suddenly you will start looking at yourself in the mirror from the side and touching your stomach, He doesn't understand what's going on, and when he asks you, you avoid the issue by saying it's nothing. One day he comes home from work and hears you talking on the phone with a friend of yours saying "I would look so beautiful pregnant" "I would love to have a child, but I don't know how to tell him."

HAKWHQKDHWKHE I LET YOU IMAGINE THE REST

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I-

Panties soaked because of big breeder balls nanami

Nanami dreams about a family. He imagines himself as an amazing dad, constantly catering to his babies, you included. When he first sees you gazing in the mirror he worries it may be a self esteem issue so of course he showers you in love and attention, telling you how beautiful you are, how he's desperately in love with you and can't see a life without you. This honestly makes you want a family with him even more because how can a man be so perfect. When he finally hears you on the phone talking about how beautiful you would look pregnant his heart flutters. He 100% agrees. Nanami is a man who always wants the love of his life to be happy so he's more than willing to make those dreams come true. The moment your free from your call Nanami is closing in behind you with his hands wrapping around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. His lips are pressing sweet soft kisses down your neck while he hums blissfully breathing in your scent.

"I think you'd look beautiful carrying my babies" he whispers the words as he presses a wet kiss to your jaw.

You almost cant believe the words that leave his mouth. You feel embarrassed yet happy with his reply.

Nanami's cold fingers run lazily across your skin causing you to shiver. His hand slips past your waist band so quickly you don't even have time to react. His fingers press into your core rubbing slow, teasing circle around the bundle of nerves. Your head is lulling back as your overcome with the pleasures of his touch.

"We can start now if you want" his voice is a low rasp.

How can you possibly say no to your loving husband asking to put his babies inside of you.

Like the speed of light Nanami has you in a mating press plunging himself so deep inside of you you're practically losing your mind. The only thought in his mind is how pretty your going to look with your round belly carrying his child.

"If it's a boy what do you want to name him?" his question goes unanswered

Your mouth hangs open with a line of drool dripping ever so slightly. You feel so full with how deep his is. Your fingers are digging into the sheets in an attempt to compose yourself. A string of loud moans fall past your lips. Nanami's praises fill your ears and you can't help the blissful smile that seeps onto your face.

"My beautiful wife" he groans "Gonna stuff you so full"

His pace is relentless. He's slamming his hips into you mercilessly. The squelching sounds of your hole would usually leave you embarrassed but you can only seem to focus on the hungry look filling Nanami's eyes. He has a mission. His eyes are filled with love mixed with lust as he stares down at the way your hole is sucking him, taking everything that he gives you.

"Fuck I'm close my love" he moans

His moans are like music to your ears. Your whimpers fill the room as you beg for his cum. Your pleas are all Nanami needs before he's stuffing your full grinding into you. Nanami pulls out watching his cum spill from your hole. Your trembling still trying to gather yourself. His fingers push inside of you, stuffing his cum back inside.

"You're being wasteful my love" he groans as he rubs his red tip over your cum covered warmth "Let me help you keep it all in"

[dark-and-kawaii]

Going through two moods right now where part of me wants something soft with injured Raphael after the fight in house of hope and then another bit of me wants a mean bully Haarlep that involves breeding and pregnancy ;-;

-Two Separate Stories-

Haarlep x F!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡: 18+ - Breeding - Pregnancy - Bully/Mean Haarlep - Hurt/ Comfort

Raphael x GN!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡: Hurt/ Comfort - Soft Raphael - Realizing Feelings

Notes: BOTH!!!! I pick both anon!!! I hope you enjoy these both and I loooooved writing the Haarlep one <3 thank you!!! xoxo

⋆˙⟡ Mean Haarlep ⟡˙⋆

Haarlep was still an incubus despite them showing you their hidden kindness, it was in his nature to -at times- relishes in your misery. For whatever reason, Haarlep enjoyed these torments more so while you were swollen with their little one. Perhaps it was simply because they were the only one allowed to do this to you, and without repercussions. 

Today was one of those days, where their nature got the best of Haarlep and he made you ride him while they sat back and watched you struggle to get yourself off. His hand on the swell of your stomach, “Ride me, or I may be forced to find another willing soul for the day~,” they purred against your ear, and you could feel him smile at the whine that left you. 

You tried your hardest, even though the child within made it nearly impossible for you to move the way Haarlep was used to, even though they were the only one who could make you feel so full, “Ha-Haarlep,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as you continued to struggle. Your cunt fluttering around their thick cock, as you whimpered. 

He hummed softly, their fingers dancing up your spine, “Yes, my pet~?” They kissed your jaw.

They loved seeing you so needy, so frustrated, as you try to bounce on their cock, Haarlep even had to stifle their laugh as he felt your nails dig into their shoulders, steadying yourself as you attempted to fuck yourself on their cock once more, but never hitting that special spot within, never bringing you closer to the release that you were searching for.

“I-I can't-“ You sobbed, burying your face into their shoulder, “Haaarrrlep!! P-please!! I-I-“

“Shhh, there there, my little pet~" they hummed, rubbing your pregnant belly, “It’s quite hard being pregnant with my little one, isn't it~? Don't worry, I'm sure I can find someone else who can pleasure me, maybe even let you watch~” they mused, “How does that sound? Your incubus, deep in some other mortal's hole~?”

You shook your head, “N-no! N-no, no, no! I-I'm sorry, I'll-I'll keep going,” you sobbed.

“Good~ Good~,” Haarlep hummed, cupping your chin, their thumb tracing over your bottom lip, “Now, open up~”

You whimpered, opening your mouth as Haarlep slid their thumb between your parted lips, their nail gliding across your tongue before you closed your lips around the digit. Haarlep thought you were so pretty like this, your tummy swollen with their spawn, sucking on their finger, so fucking desperate to cum, sobbing around their thumb as your breast leaked milk all over their chest.

The incubus groaned, their free hand going to your breast, their thumb rubbing over your nipple, “Oh, look at you, my dear~ You're leaking everywhere,” they smiled, “How does it feel? Knowing that all you can do is sit here and leak milk all over your incubus instead of cumming~” they mused, watching the way your eyes fluttered close as your milk dribbled down their wrist. 

You were truly a sight to see, and Haarlep couldn't wait until their little demon was born. They were already looking forward to putting another child in you, just so they could see you like this again.

“Such a mess~” Haarlep hummed, pulling their thumb from your mouth, smearing saliva along your cheek.

You panted, your head falling against Haarlep's shoulder once more, your shoulders shaking as tears and drool covered your face. You buried your face into Haarlep, your voice breaking with apologies, “I- I’m sorry- I- I can't- I- so sorry- I-“ you felt like such a failure, you couldn't even make Haarlep feel good, much less yourself. 

You could barely move with how heavy your stomach had become. Tilting your head, you could see the bulge of your stomach- your hand falling from Haarlep’s shoulder to cover their much larger hand, your thumb brushing over your stretched skin with Haarlep’s, feeling the little one moving around.

Your head turned away, closing your eyes, “Haarlep… please don’t leave me- I- I promise I can do better- I-I can- just- please- I-I promise I- I- can be better- I- just please- don't- I- I need you- and-and the baby needs you- and- please- please, please, please, please- please don't- please- Haarlep- please-" You cried, begging.

Haarlep chuckled, wrapping their arms around you, holding you close, their cock still buried deep inside of you, “Don't fret, little dove. I'm not going anywhere~,” They smiled, pressing a tender kiss to your temple, “I am yours and you are mine, remember? It’s what you said after Raphael’s demise, do you not remember, dove~?”

You sniffled, nodding.

Haarlep chuckled, humming happily as you pressed yourself as close to them as you could, your milky breasts pressing against their chest. It felt nice to hold you like this, your warm body against theirs, their little spawn kicking up a storm inside of you. It was perfect.

But the night was still young.

Haarlep pulled back, looking down at you, his hand going to cup your cheek, their thumb wiping away your tears, “Come now, why are you crying? We both know how much you love being stuffed full of my cock,” with a snap of their hips, the incubus grinned when he heard you cry out in pleasure, “even if you can't get yourself off, we both know how nice it feels to have my cock stretching your walls out,” Haarlep thrusted up into you, groaning.

You moaned, throwing your head back, gasping as Haarlep fucked up into you, their nails digging into your hips, dragging you down onto their cock, “How much you enjoy sitting on my cock while I watch your swollen teats leak all over the place~”

You shivered, their words causing you to clench around their length, your fingers curling into their chest, “Nh~♡! S’feels go-good!”

Haarlep smirked, continuing their thrusts, the incubus licking their lips, watching your expression, how blissed out you looked, and that’s when he’d put you in the meanest mating press of your life, flipping you over and burying their cock so deep into your pussy, Haarlep swore that they could feel the tip of their cock knocking into your womb.

It was a delicious pain that shot up your spine as the incubus relentlessly made contact with your cervix. You couldn’t do anything, your mouth falling open, “Nnuh~ Haarlep~ ♡!! I-I- I'm-! I'm gonna-!!”

“Then do it, dove~ Cum around my cock~ Let me feel how good I make you feel~,"

⋆˙⟡ Wounded Raphael ⟡˙⋆

The fight between you and Raphael was rough, the echoes of your battle reverberating through his House Of Hope. As the final curtain fell on Raphael's little act, you managed to catch the devil, breaking his fall before the ground could claim him.

As Raphael lay weakened, you noticed something unexpected in his eyes, a hint of fear, a plea for mercy... Despite his devilish nature, you couldn't ignore the vulnerability that surfaced in this moment… He was scared…

Cradling his wounded head on your lap, you gently caressed Raphael's wounded cheek, feeling a sense of empathy for your supposed foe. You could hear your companions in the back, they were telling you to finish him, to end this little game of cat and mouse… But you ignored them all.

All you cared about was healing Raphael, searching desperately for a potion, you were determined to save him. Uncorking the vial with your teeth, never once letting go of Raphael's cheek, you tipped the healing liquid into your own mouth before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. Forcing him to swallow it all with a heartfelt kiss, the very thing you’ve secretly been wishing for…

As the healing potion began to take effect, you hummed a sweet melody, trying to comfort the weakened fiend resting in your lap. Despite his fury at being bested by a mere mortal, Raphael couldn’t deny the unexpected comfort that radiated from you and your chest, soothing his boiling blood.

“Little mouse,” Raphael's voice was quiet, fragile almost… And then with the feel of your gentle touch against his horns, his eyes finally closed, it was a sensation he had never experienced before.

When Raphael awoke, he found himself in an unfamiliar state, his head throbbed, his body ached, and worst of all his pride was shattered. His long lashes fluttered open, and to his surprise, he felt a warmth in his hand. Looking over, he discovered you resting at the side of his bed, your hand entwined with his, a gesture of comfort, perhaps even hope. 

The room was quiet, save for the gentle rhythm of your breathing and his own heartbeat, which, to his annoyance, seemed to sync with yours. 

"Why?,” he whispered, his voice meant for only himself. It was a question loaded with the weight of his confusion, his anger, and a dangerous curiosity. Why had you saved him? Why had you, his pawn, chosen mercy? He scowled, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, a touch so gentle that the devil barely recognized the hand as his own.

He should be furious, flaying your skin as he contemplates your endless torment for the insolence of showing him mercy and bringing chaos into his world, for the audacity of touching him so tenderly. 

His gaze shifted from your hands to your face, to the serene expression that adorned your features as you slept. He watched as your chest rose and fell, the rise a silent testament to your living soul. What a foolish creature you were, willingly staying in the jaws of the fox, offering compassion where none was deserved. As you stirred slightly in your sleep, a small, involuntary smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

The sight tugged at something deep within Raphael, the fox had been outfoxed, not by trickery or force, but by a heart he didn't know he could still feel. He found himself wondering, perhaps for the first time he was bested due to him wishing not to see his little mouse fall. This wretched human side of him…. Perhaps he lost because of his own foolishness, wishing to step out of the jaws of his own darkness and into the gentle embrace of another's light.

[astarion-approves]

Astarion x GN! Reader drabble 700 words

NSFT - A show of ownership

Public sex / penetration / biting / bareback

"You know, we could try something a little more… interesting tonight. If you would be so kind as to indulge me."

Astarion's eyes study you, unfraid, excited even.

His smile mischievous, stricking you in the heart and making it flutter. What kind of thoughts run through his mind when you're not there to listen?

He steps closer to you, lowering those sinful lips to your ears, whispering so only you can hear his voice…

"I want to show everyone just how much I love you… Consider it a rather exposing show of affection."

His smile grows, only Astarion knows what plans he has in store for you.

And it was like nothing you could have imagined.

You're bent over his velvet stool, your hands bound behind you back with a flimsy leather belt. The stool is soft against your exposed skin, the deep red only reminding you of the color of your blood… however the texture and color only aids you in your blush as you entire body flushes in embarrassment and–

Desire.

"Such a pretty little thing you are… like a work of art just waiting to be devoured."

Astarion stands behind you, shirtless, his skin glowing from the moon that watches the two of you. It feels like it's stare is mocking you, a punishment for falling for such a dangerous blood sucking creature.

"I feel it's only fair to let the others watch for a change, don't you?"

And finally it all comes together. You glance behind yourself, hungy eyes watching as your lover removes the rest of his clothing, and you spot the faint shine of your teams eyes as they join in for the show.

They hide in the darkness, but even as you force yourself to look away you can still feel the gaze of others as Astarion settles behind you.

His hands caress your backside, his thumbs tracing over your cheeks and carefully exposing you. He laughs as he places the pad of his thumb over your entrance, applying only a touch of pressure as he slips it inside of you.

"Mh."

Each time Astarion has you is even better than the last. Your minds come together, flashes of your love fill your mind. Always under the moonlight, away from the others, kissing softly, each press of his lips against yours filled with whispers of love and eagerness.

But now, Astarion laughs. His thumb slides in and out of you, teasing you, torturing you in a way that only Astarion could manage.

"I'm sliding in now. Be a darling and don't hold back a single moan."

As if you ever could.

Your jaw drops as he enters you, his length longer than your previous lovers, but it slides deep enough to have the others gasping as you moan.

The vampire is merciless as he fucks you, his fingernails digging into your hips as he claims you in the middle of the camp.

You know that he's doing this as a display of ownership, of his new found power and his own freedom. That he dares any one of the others members to approach you for anything outside of gossip or advice.

Although he may not admit it, Astarion cares for you. More than you'll ever know.

And this is his way of showing it.

You feel his teeth scrape over the side of your neck, a silent request for permission as he continues to thrust into you.

You grant it, nodding as hold onto the stool, willing the poor thing to survive as you're pressing into it over, and over, and over again.

Astarion bites down, the vampire moaning as your blood rushes into his mouth, his tongue lapping over the wound as he carefully sucks on your soft fragile skin.

His hips begin to sputter, his thrusts into you coming more wildly, almost out of control as he aims for his climax.

He bites down harder, a scream ripping from your throat as the pain mixed with pleasure makes you cum first. A feat Astarion is proud of.

Soon he's finishing after you, his hips pounding into your back side as he empties himself inside of you. His seed filling your entance and slowly dripping out as he pulls away from you, now completely spent.

For now, the show is over, the others retreating back to their tents as Astarion pulls you into his arms for a much needed cuddle.

"And now they'll know just who you belong to."

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End note: Yes a little fucked with his storyline but it is what it is. Hope you enjoyed this little drabble.

[alvojake]

While it Lasted | Jake Sim - Profiles; ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

「notes」 : YAYAYAY!! I'm so excited to start this smau! this isn't the first time I've written one, the first one was an ateez smau on wattpad haha. but I hope you guys enjoy this as I am about to enjoy making it! feedback is greatly appreciated too, I wanna know what you guys think!! there may or may not be more characters added later on but we'll see! but tysm and ily all <33

𝟑:𝟑 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨;

𝐘/𝐍; the new girl in town. she moved to a new town with her brother in hopes of starting new one after a fallout with her parents. quickly became the center of attention, much to her despise. is a full-time university student but also works part-time to take care of her brother, even if he refuses to take any money she gives him. she can have quite a temper, which is how she met jacob.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛; the first decent person that y/n met. he actually pulled her out of an argument when things got a little heated, ultimately saving her from humiliation and getting in trouble. seems like an idiot, but is actually one of, if not the smartest in the group. full-time university student, but takes up shifts at the local cafe. always seems to get roped into helping eric with his homework.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚; kinda self-appointed herself as y/n's friend, met her while at the campus library, and just started dragging her along. full-time university student though she hardly shows up on time for class. known around campus as 'the plug' and is one of the biggest stoners. very bubbly but will not hesitate to chew you out if she sees fit.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨; full-time university student. the local 'playboy' of their group, though he's all talk and no bite. will flirt with anything that breaths within a 5-mile radius of him. he's a huge troublemaker but always seems to sweet talk his way out of any punishments. much like jacob he may seem like an idiot but he's quite smart.

𝐘𝐞𝐣𝐢; met y/n through jacob after he brought her to their little hang-out area during their lunch. full-time university student but works part-time at the local cafe as well. seen as the 'mom' of the group, very sassy and blunt, but really she isn't sure how else to express her emotions.

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜; the 'baby' of the group, will act like a literal child from time to time. he and y/n instantly clicked and became quick friends. full-time university student. always seems to find a way to lighten the mood, even in the darkest of situations. more street-smart than book-smart. is quite literally willing and ready to go to war for his friends at any given moment.

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐢 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥;

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞; the biggest player known on campus; thanks to his charisma, he's won over almost all of the girls' hearts on campus. a full-time student though you'll frequently find him in jay's garage smoking or slacking off. has had his eyes on y/n since the moment he saw her on campus. seems heartless and cold 99% of the time, but it is actually a sweetheart if you dig deep enough.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧; a full-time university student. for the lack of better words he's the most heartless out of the four boys. he had little remorse, nor did he really care about anyone's feelings but his own. very blunt and cocky. even despite his cold personality, he always has a multitude of girls swooning for him.

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠; a full-time university student, jake's best friend, and is also the campus's resident fuck boy. is the biggest flirt known to mankind. was the one that suggested the bet to jake and encouraged him to do it. much like sunghoon, he couldn't care less about anyone else's feelings. will show up to class high as a kite with no shame.

𝐉𝐚𝐲; the resident party animal and stoner, not a weekend goes by that he isn't throwing a party or getting high off his ass in his garage. much like heeseung, he will show up to class high and not give two shits. is also a pretty big flirt and is always luring girls to his bed during parties. told jake that if he wasn't going to take the bet, he wouldn't mind going after y/n himself. will flirt shamelessly with y/n despite her showing little to zero interest in him.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬;

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛; y/n's little brother, is and can be very protective of his sister. is a very sassy boy and his mouth seems to always get him in tight situations. though most of the time, he is pretty chill. in his last year of high school. lives with y/n after moving away from home with her, but no matter how hard he tries to help her with any payments, he's shot down.

𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢; jongseob's best friend, pretty much lives with the kim siblings with how much he's over. in his final year of high school though you will literally find him anywhere except for school, which always leaves y/n questioning how he's made it this far. self-appointed fashion designer for y/n anytime she goes out.

𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫; another friend of jongseob's, him and niki are referred to as the twin towers of their little group with how tall they are compared to seob. also, in his last year of high school, he's a goofy kid who always says the most out-of-pocket things that will have everyone laughing. both he and niki have pretty much become brothers to the kim siblings.

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𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[poordeadsejanus]

tigris hating the new snow (colour symbolism + minor meta from this scene)

i'm so deeply obsessed with so many of the colour choices in tbosas movie.... like wow! one day i'll talk more about them, but one i want to pull out and talk about right now is tigris' colour scheme in her last scene. the one where she's wearing this:

(the picture is not great quality, i'll update this when i have a pic that's more than 2 pixel lol, but it shows what we need to see)

she's got on a light purple/lavender dress with dark blue stripes. blue and purple are usually associated with wealth and royalty (given the historic complications that came with producing them).

purple is especially representative of royalty and wealth, and tigris' outfit is mostly purple, symbolizing the new (wealthy) life that she's found herself in.

blue, along with it's other meanings is associated with melancholy. we know that tigris is unhappy/heartbroken/disappointed with snow's changes, so this link makes sense. it is also a passive colour, showing us that she is passive in coryo's transformation into snow -- there's not much that she can do about it anyway, but i digress. the deepness of the blue implies something tumultous, which gives us an insight into what she's likely feeling: relief at being out of poverty, happiness for coryo's success, but a deep sense of uncertainty and unease at this new snow persona that he's adopted. finally, it can also a colour of peace, which i take to mean that she's sort of made peace with what she cannot change about him, regardless of how she may feel about it.

now we get to the standout of this outfit: the red lip!

usually we see tigris is lip colours that are complimentary to the other colours she has on from what i recall; when she wears pink, her lips are pink, when she's got on dark magentas her lip colour matches/compliments it. the red lip here is clearly an intentional choice as it is a contrasting colour that stands out brightly against the mostly subdued/cool-toned rest of the outfit.

red can be recognized as the colour of passion and anger. the fact that it is on her mouth is certainly trying to show us something. what she says to snow here is "you look just like your father, coriolanus". it is clearly a dig, clearly meant with negative intent, with anger. she is heated! this is the little boy she grew up with, that she protected, that she loved and he's morphing into something sinister before her very eyes. if it wasn't clear by what she said, the subtext behind it, and the way that she said it, the red lip indicates her anger here.

it stands out as a little piece of rebellion against just accepting snow the way he is. she is clothed in colours that show her wealth and complacency with the changes that caused them, but she isn't entirely willing to let it go all the way.

also, she wears warmer colours for a lot of the movie -- pinks and the like -- and now she's in more cool tones, which is an obvious choice being made. she loves coryo (perhaps not snow so much), and she is letting herself be swallowed up by this new life (symbolized by the royal colours and new wealth), but she has that little bit of her that is clinging to the past, that wants her coryo back.

her (minor) dissent against snow is verbal, it is subtle and not exactly obvious to anyone except her and him, in the same way that the red lip is a subtle way of emphasizing her displeasure with this new snow.

she chooses her words very carefully, tailoring them to be a direct referral to her convo with coryo after the arena ("i know you wanna be like your father, but, what i remember the most about him, was that in his eyes it was just hate. you don’t have to pay the same price just to survive. people can be good. you can be good"). snow is like his father, who tigris remembers most as having hate in his eyes. coryo didn't have to pay the same price just to survive, he could be good, but he paid that price anyway.

in the full quote from her last scene, tigris says "i think you look just like your father, coriolanus." This stuck out to me because I don't really remember her ever calling him by his full name often (maybe just at the start when we get the "future president of panem" thing). it seems like perhaps he insisted on; he's not coryo anymore, he's coriolanus snow -- no, he's snow; it could also be something tigris did intentionally. either way, it shows that he is not her precious, still-able-to-be-good coryo anymore.

another interesting thing from this scene is her positioning. she does not rise for him, instead remains sitting at her sewing machine (someone look back and see if its a new machine or if she's using the same one as before!!). she does not rise to greet him happily like the Grandma'am, she remains seated, clearly showing her displeasure at the new snow. plus, usually rising when someone enters a room shows respect; tigris does not rise, ergo she does not respect him!

this also makes me believe that she is not making his clothes anymore (she's at the sewing machine, clearly she can make the clothes, but he grabs the coat out of the closet, showing that it's not a tigris snow original creation). it's a contrast to how we first see adult tigris, rushing up to coryo with a shirt she made/modified. now she keeps her distance and doesn't give him clothes. this shows that huge huge huge pit growing between them. once again, this is not her coryo anymore.

i'd assume that she initially was offering to make/alter his clothes, but somewhere along the way he refused. it's a sign of the hard times when all he had to wear was too-small shoes and potato-starched shirts sneaked in with curtains to be bleached. buying new clothes shows power and wealth and coriolanus' 'impeccable, well-bred, respectable taste' that comes from being a snow.

regardless of the how, she's not doing his clothes anymore, she's displeased over the new snow, he's not her baby coryo anymore, and the distance between them has never been bigger, not even when he was all the way in 12.

[callsign-relic]

Hi again! I saw your post explaining the first contact AU, it was very help<3

Speaking of my last ask, I would totally love it in that AU (now that I know more about it I may just look into it more)

One thing is that it's more willing, not straight up kidnapping. I'm fine with it not being like 100% by choice, but just not cleary against their will.

Im still down with either characters, they both are interesting to me.

Thanks for the help! And that's for taking my request :D

No problem, I’m happy to help <3

As for your request, I chose Shockwave over Soundwave as I had more of an idea for what to do with him in terms of a First Contact AU, so I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader, First Contact AU

Blinding red light takes up the entirety of your vision.

It was as if you were staring directly into a traffic light. You could see the texturing of the alien glass, the typically minuscule ridges and bumps looking more like little hills you could run your hand over. You cringe at the imperfections in the glass— little cuts and cracks ranging from surface level, to so deep they warp the glass around it just a tad.

And though you had to squint to help your eyes adjust to the bright crimson light before you— most eerily of all, despite the red glass making the light bulb behind it blurred, you can see the brightest point of light at the center flick and twitch about.

Examining you. Studying every little detail and feature about you under its intensely scrutinizing gaze.

So dead and devoid of feeling, yet so full of life and morbid curiosity, all at once.

“Earth exploration audio log: first solar cycle, thirteenth cycle,” a low voice drones on. From where the sound emerges, you aren’t sure, nor could you even understand it— but it completely fills the air around you, leaving no room for your own thoughts to wander.

“I have come across another of planet earth’s native species. Unlike most other of earth’s species, this kind is of enough size for a Cybertronian to handle decently dexterously.” As the scientist logs his findings, you find yourself shifted in his grasp— rather than leaving you dangled by the scruff of your shirt, the mech brings his free claws upwards and holds you loosely within them. “Yet, still no larger than the palm of the average servo.”

With a pointed thumb, Shockwave pulls open the collar of your shirt to examine your chest, and once he’s satisfied, he lifts up the bottom to study your stomach.

“The subject appears to be anatomically similar to a Cybertronian, at first glance.” Suddenly, the sharp digit digs beneath your shirt with ease, pressing into your stomach. You gasp at the sudden pressure— the cool steel of the tip of his thumb sending goosebumps through your comparatively warmer body. “However, there are some key differences.”

The thumb presses further into your stomach, and despite how you try to push the offending pressure away, you find yourself totally pinned into the palm of this metal titan. “Like most creatures on this planet, it is an organic. This is evidenced by its warm core body temperature and, more obviously, the squishy flesh that makes up its outer plating.”

He releases his thumb from against you, and you feel like you can breathe. You scoot backwards in his servo, daring to take a look off the edge of his hand— only to immediately turn your head back to face him.

You were several feet high in the air. If there was any chance of you getting out of here without falling to death, you’d have to climb the bot down somehow without him noticing. And, considering how keenly his attention was fixed on you, you didn’t think you had a decent chance of that happening anytime soon.

“Subject is of enough interest to warrant further study.” Suddenly, the platform of his hand beneath you quickly descends to the floor, tilting sideways and allowing you to slide off. You slowly pick yourself up, chancing a few steps backwards to see if he would allow you to leave, though your eyes remained fixed on him.

Shockwave seemed preoccupied with something else, however. Attached to his hip was a series of cylindrical glass tubes, and as he lifted the first one out of its holster, a mechanical click and hiss ringing out as it’s freed, you catch a glimpse of the contents of the cylinders previously beside it.

One of the containers contained an elk, pacing around curiously in its enclosure. Another contained an alligator, deathly still, as if it was still in the swamps of its homeland, awaiting a prey to never come.

And, before you could even process the massive shadow that fell over you, you realized in that very moment what would make up the contents of the third cylinder.

You.

The glass slams down around you, and the vibrations it sends through the rocky mound you had been standing on shake every bone in your body. That familiar red light casts itself over you in the darkness, disorienting you, and the tube drags itself forwards. It tilts up, knocking you off your feet, leaving you sliding down the glass into the bottom of the tube.

Your head pounds from the quick succession of every motion. You lifted higher and higher until you’re face to face with that single blinding optic again— Shockwave tilting his servo to move the glass about, and in turn, examining your aching body from every angle. “I will take the subjects I have gathered thus far and bring them to Lord Megatron. If he approves of their study, I shall make further note of my findings.”

Just as quickly as you were lifted up, you’re brought down. The tube you’re held in gets brought back down to Shockwave’s hip, locking itself into its holster with that same mechanical click and hiss.

“If my pitch is rejected, I shall bring the subjects back to their habitat and find alternative earthen samples to study.” And with that, Shockwave takes a step forward— rocking you around in your enclosure. You have to spread your arms wide to press them on either side of the glance so you don’t fall, but each step feels like an earthquake. You rear back and forwards with every movement, despite how much you try and hold your balance.

All you had to do was find a rhythm. The mech’s strides were wide and slow, so you leaned back when he brought his pede forward, and leaned forward when his leg moved back.

Okay. This would be fine. All you had to do was wait it out. Once the big guy was distracted, you could climb out and make your escape. And even if you couldn’t escape, surely you wouldn’t be stuck with him for long— and surely it wouldn’t be too bad of an experience staying with him for the time you had to.

Right?

“End earth exploration audio log: first solar cycle, thirteenth cycle.”

[dameronscopilot]

ANGRY SEX WITH POE? HOW HOT WILL IT BE? AND THEN THE MAKEUP SEX?? 🥵🥵🥵🥵

While you and Poe may not argue often, the reckless, dangerous, and downright suicidal choices he sometimes makes from the cockpit of his X-wing as he leads Black Squadron never fail to ignite a red-hot fury inside of you.

NSFW 18+ content under the cut.

It’s a fury that finds you dead silent and simmering with anger over the comms as the Resistance squadrons make their way back to the base, ready to boil over the moment you've finished debriefing and return to your shared quarters.

"You don't always need to be the fucking hero, Poe."

"Why can't you just trust that I know what I'm doing?"

"You'd lose your goddamn mind if I pulled even half the shit you do."

"You’re damn right I would.”

The air in the room is thick and stifling, teeming with the thrum of tension that dangles erratically in the crossfire, and your heart’s on the verge of beating its way out of your chest. Your words drip with a venomous tone, a precarious siren song that draws Poe in; like calls to like.

He strides forward and closes what felt like a cavernous distance, leaving but a few scant inches remaining between your face and his, and you can feel his breath caress your cheek as his chest heaves in anger—it’s deceptively soft.

"Fuck you, Dameron."

You can hardly hear yourself over the blood rushing in your ears, but Poe certainly does.

It starts with a clash of lips and teeth.

Poe devours your mouth with determination and frustration—a touch devoid of gentleness, a touch that you meet with equal, furious fervor.

A touch that says what words can’t.

It’s a touch that finds Poe's nose shoved against the hollow of your throat as he mouths at your collarbone, his deft hands nearly tearing the seams of your flight suit in an attempt to get you out of it.

It's a push and pull of power as you firmly tug on his curls, willing yourself to ignore the spike of emotion that grips at your heart as the grey strands amongst the rich black catch in the light while you’re tipping his head backward, taking his bottom lip into your mouth and biting down hard.

With your back firmly against the wall, there’s no time for preamble when Poe’s hands firmly grasp at your thighs, lifting you up as your legs wrap around his waist. The rage still burns when he plunges inside of you, stretching you open in one punishing thrust. Your spine aches in protest as he roughly fucks you up against the hard surface, his fingers digging into your hips, but your cunt relishes in the thick, insistent drag of his cock through your tight, wet channel.

Poe holds fast as his fingers assault your clit, dragging back-to-back orgasms out of you, shaft still pumping into your hot center. It’s not until you’re bent over the desk in the corner of the room—nipples rock hard and sensitive as they rub against the cool metal surface, cunt gushing on his length for the third time—that Poe’s hips begin to stutter. And it’s then that you reach out behind you and roughly drag him by the hair to your mouth, swallowing down the moans that pour of his throat as he drives himself in to the hilt and pumps hot ropes of cum deep inside of you.

Later, when you’re a tired pile of naked, tangled limbs in the sheets—

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I.”

“I just...want this war to be over. So we can finally be free.”

“And I’m just terrified of losing you first.”

The rest of your shared apologies are delicate sighs and breathy moans as Poe’s mouth travels a familiar, well-travelled path from your lips to your toes, your body pliant under the caress of his tender touch.

And as you climb into Poe’s lap and sink down onto him once more, he wraps his arms tightly around you, and the reverence in his eyes makes your heart stutter.

“I’ll never leave you,” he murmurs against your lips. “I promise.”

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» POE DAMERON MASTERLIST

[always-andromeda]

Can you write an Adam Warlock x GN! Reader Smut fic? You can write it however you want...I'm just desperate for non fem smut fics of adam

– ⭒ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 ⭒ –

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ▹ 1,283

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▹ Being friends with benefits messes with Adam's head far more than either of you are willing to let on.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ▹ I don't think I've ever done gn!reader smut? So I'm really hoping that I did this justice for you, anon!! This little concept popped into my head randomly because I can so easily see Adam falling into this kind of situation. Also, I am so sorry my writing has been so sporadic lately </3 I’ve been having various health struggles for the last month and haven’t been super cognizant lmao.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▹ smut (minors, please do not interact), reader's appearance, pronouns, and genitals aren't specified, thigh riding, general heavy petting, little bits of friends with benefits angst, kind of implied dom!reader and sub!Adam (if you squint), nothing else I can think of!!

No matter how many times you and Adam end up like this, he still finds himself questioning what exactly is going on. Your lips move so fast and he's just trying to keep up; trying not to let on just how long he's been craving the taste. Which has basically been since the last time you kissed him about a week prior.

It'd been after the team's last mission went particularly well. Quickly – and without any of the other Guardians seeing – you'd placed a chaste kiss on his lips and commended him for his performance. It was so fast and your tone had been so matter-of-fact that Adam had second guessed it had even happened to begin with. It wouldn't be too surprising if he started fantasizing about you.

Unfortunately for him, that was just you and your mixed messages. One minute you were all business and the next you were like this: keeping him anchored in place with a hand on his cheek as you took his breath away.

He supposes he can’t blame you. It made sense, wanting to keep a relationship like this hidden from the others. Though he wasn’t particularly well versed on the sensibilities of those around him, he could imagine this not being a good look for either of you.

And though he may not care what the others thought of him, you seemed to care. And that was enough to mean something to him too.

"You gonna touch me?" you rasp hurriedly.

Yes. Every single time it was a resounding yes. Even if his mind was telling him that he was in too deep, he couldn't help but dig himself deeper. He hates himself for it, but secretly he hopes that at some point he'll find more than the physical contact you provide. Maybe someday he'll hit some underground bunker and that you'd be gracious enough to let him in.

So he nods vigorously, his verbal agreement reduced to a hum as he captures your lips with his once more.

He's still inexperienced and, God, he hopes that you can at least tell that he's trying to learn. For example, he's gotten better at letting you take control. The first few times his hubris had gotten the better of him, making the encounter feel more like a power struggle than a release of stress. Now, he lets you set the pace; lets you figure out right where you want to be.

And right now you want him pressed up against the wall of the ship. You want his leg between yours. And you want to feel his chest heaving as you grind down on him in the secluded and quiet darkness of the hangar.

As soon as Adam pulls back long enough to meet your eyes, he catches the glint of want in them. Then he watches how your gaze sweeps downward. Right to his strong thigh.

You're both grateful that Adam's such a quick learner because he catches the hint before you have a chance to get impatient. With his back against the wall, Adam half expects it to crumble behind him as the scene before him unfurls.

His hands on your lower back keep you steady against his rigid torso. You're so close that he has no choice but to look in your eyes once more. They're half lidded and dark, already almost fucked out despite the fact that you've only just begun to grind against his thigh.

Adam holds you closer, increasing the pressure that comes with each brush of your hips. And pride floods his chest cavity when you groan deeply.

You let out a staggered little laugh, "Fuck, you're so good at this, Adam."

"Only as good as you've taught me to be," he quips with a tinge of tenderness. After all, there's something special to being so tuned into your body like this. He wouldn't trade that mastery for anything. The sentiment comes through tenfold when he nuzzles his nose against yours.

Briefly, his forehead touches yours. You feel the slight chill of the smooth golden gem that's right between his prominent brow. And it becomes all too apparent to you once more who he is; what he is. The chances that this means anything more to him are very little. What could one touch-starved mortal mean to a golden, god-like being?

You merely roll your eyes and dip your head against his chest, hiding from both his soft expression and the impending wave of pleasure that both threaten to knock you off your feet.

Truth told, with your body all over his, all Adam feels is the warmth. There's your hot breath as you work yourself closer and closer towards the edge. Then there's the pulsing heat between your legs that makes him painfully hard. That combined with the cramped confines of the hangar has him picturing you both discard your stifling jumpsuits.

His wishful thinking is interrupted by a groan that gets caught in your throat. "Ah, fuck, I'm so close–" you pant.

Before you know it, one of his hands snakes around the nape of your neck, cradling your head as it lolls back. Then his lips are on the side of your throat, kissing and nipping at the flesh as it trembles from the vibrations from your hums of pleasure. You can't help but wonder if he's somehow trying to absorb your sounds. Either way, the action makes you acutely aware of his strength once more.

If you didn't know any better, you'd fully believe that every part of him was built for this.

But you do know better.

Adam pulls back to chuckle, "I can't wait until we get back home."

And there's where the guilt starts to set in. Like clockwork, it inevitably hits. Whenever he talks so eagerly, you can't help but feel that giant pit in your stomach.

You try to match his energy with a hesitant smile. "What, being down here isn't enough for you?"

"Of course not," Adam furrows his brow teasingly. "Maybe we could have a night to ourselves when we get back."

The cavernous pit grows. You can practically feel your soul shriveling away as you mutter, "Maybe we should lay low for a while. Don't want the others to get any ideas."

Don't want either of us getting ideas too, you want to say.

The way the light fades from his eyes makes you feel worse. But he agrees. He says a small, "You're probably right," and you wish more than anything that you were wrong.

You don't care if the others catch on. Something else about this intimacy bothered you. Because if there was anything that being with the Guardians had taught you, it was that no matter how important love was...things would always happen.

You thought back to Peter and how lost he was when the team had lost Gamora. As much as he'd hated to admit it, that love and loss had changed him so thoroughly that the idea of it happening to you was terrifying.

Adam may not have been the child of a genocidal warlord. But he was still the child of an unstoppable master race of superhuman beings. And no matter how normal things may feel, especially being with him like this, you could never kid yourself into believing it could ever actually be normal.

So you offer him a halfhearted apology. You push yourself off his chest and shakily regain your own balance before returning to the upper decks. Most importantly, you don't look back. And you hope that sends your message sufficiently. That he stops wanting this. Because you doubt you could stop wanting him on your own.

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hiii, could you please make some hc for guevara, mumon, musashi and retsu with an s/o that is basically an abnormality, for example she has like 4 arms because she was suposed to have a twin but she like ate her in the process and is like albino bit still has some color in her hair like blond and ginger and is like deaf due to the amount of abnormalities that she has and has like spots on her body due to vitiligo and things like that, like a really really weird s/o that is like extremely unic.

I would like to see musashi's reaction like thinking she is like a ghoul or an goddess or even an angel or something.

Sorry if it's too long or it doesn't appeal to you.

Have an amazing day and hope everything is ok with you 💕💕💕

Situation: S/O with some bodily peculiarity / S/O con alguna particularidad corporal.

Characters: Jun Guevara, Mumon Katsuragi, Musashi Miyamoto and Retsu Kaioh.

Jun Guevara.

He cannot believe what he sees, they must be a deity that came down from the heavens to delight humanity with their presences, so majestic and merciful.

No one should doubt his love for his S/O, there is simply no more way for Jun to show how much he loves his S/O in case anyone has any doubts, no matter how they look.

As if this man could find anything wrong with his partner, really, he is an idiot in love with the sea and his S/O. There's nothing else on that head other than his S/O. I'll even leave it at this point, it's just obvious.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon can be curious, but he is extremely laid back, he won't dig too deep if the S/O's are reluctant to talk about their aspects.

He may be a little silly, but he is not an idiot and he knows how to read people, so he will be in charge of making his S/O feel at ease when they are with him.

Sporadic and sincere praise, smiles and good wishes. He is sweet.

If they ever seek to be heard, Mumon will be there, he will listen to their insecurities and make them feel loved. He can understand if they feel too left out in some places and will comfort them for that.

He can make his S/O happy, no matter what they look like, he loves them.

Musashi Miyamoto.

To be honest, I think he would see the S/O as some kind of supernatural deity or spirit.

His mind is greatly influenced by traditional beliefs where he respected and feared supernatural creatures because they brought fortune or destruction.

I think he would kneel in front of the S/O after watching them uncomfortably for a while, asking for wisdom and strength to continue getting stronger.

A little reluctant to stop believing that they are deities, even if someone else or the S/O themselves explains that this is not the case. He'll stop mentioning it out loud, but I'm sure he still believes it.

Their relationship is a little strange at first for this very reason; Many people ask for kisses/blessings from their partners for good luck as motivation, while Musashi will firmly believe that his S/O does grant him luck.

He is the most faithful and devoted admirer of his S/O, he is also the most dangerous, he does not accept insults towards his S/O. They are warned.

Retsu Kaioh.

MY man is really understanding, he wouldn't be able to single out anyone for any particularity, because that's not honorable.

For this man, the sentimental and spiritual connection is painfully important, it is at a level far above the physical appearance.

The S/O will not need to worry about awkward questions when talking to Retsu, he would never point out the S/O's particularities unless they themselves are willing to talk about it. He understands that some people don't like to talk about these issues, so he won't touch it.

If they dare to talk about their aspects, they can trust that Retsu will listen, perhaps the question of “Does this affect your health?”, will leave Retsu's lips listening to them. That's all he cares about.

I'm not trying to say he's the best option yes that's exactly what I mean, I just want to clarify.

Versión en español

Jun Guevara.

Él no puede creer lo que ve, debes ser una deidad que bajo de los cielos para deleitar a la humanidad con su presencia, tan majestuosa y misericordiosa.

Nadie debería dudar sobre su amor por su S/O, simplemente ya no hay más forma en que Jun pueda demuestre cuanto ama a su S/O por si a alguien le queda dudas, se vea como se vea.

Como si este hombre pudiera encontrar algo malo en su pareja, de verdad, es un idiota enamorado del mar y de su S/O. No hay nada más en esa cabeza aparte de su S/O. Incluso lo dejaré hasta aquí, simplemente es evidente.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon puede ser curioso, pero es extremadamente relajado, no indagará demasiado si el S/O se muestra reacio a hablar sobre su aspecto.

Puede ser un poco tonto, pero no es idiota y sabe como leer a las personas, por lo que se encargara de hacer sentir a gusto a su S/O cuando estén con él.

Elogios esporádicos y sinceros, sonrisas y buenos deseos. Es dulce.

Si alguna vez buscan ser escuchados, Mumon estará ahí, escuchará sus inseguridades y los hará sentir queridos. Puede entender si se sienten demasiado excluidos en algunos lugares y los consolará por eso.

Él puede hacer feliz a su S/O, sin importar como se vean, él les ama.

Musashi Miyamoto.

Para ser honesta, creo que él vería al S/O como una especie de deidad o espíritu sobrenatural.

Su mente está sumamente influenciada por las creencias tradicionales en donde se respetaba y temía a las criaturas sobrenaturales porque daban fortuna o destrucción.

Pienso que se arrodillaría frente al S/O después de obsérvales incómodamente por un rato, pidiéndole sabiduría y fortaleza para seguir haciéndose fuerte.

Un poco reacio a dejar de creer que son deidades, aunque alguien más o el propio S/O le explique que no es el caso. Dejará de mencionarlo en voz alta, pero seguro que lo sigue creyendo.

Su relación es un poco extraña al principio por esto mismo; muchas personas piden besos/bendiciones de sus parejas para la buena suerte como motivación, mientras que Musashi creerá firmemente que su S/O sí le otorga suerte.

Es el más fiel y devoto admirador de su S/O, también es el más peligroso, no acepta insultos hacia su S/O. Advertidos están.

Retsu Kaioh.

MI hombre es realmente comprensivo, él no sería capaz de señalar a nadie por ninguna particularidad, porque eso no es honorable.

Para este hombre es dolorosamente importante la conexión sentimental y espiritual, está a un nivel muy por encima del aspecto físico. Muy por encima.

El S/O no necesitará preocuparse por preguntas incómodas al hablar con Retsu, él jamás señalaría las particularidades del S/O a menos que este mismo este dispuesto a hablar de ello. Entiende que a algunas personas no le gusta hablar de estos temas, así que, no lo tocara.

Si se animan a hablar de su aspecto, pueden confiar en que Retsu escuchara, quizá la pregunta de “¿Esto afecta a tu salud?”, salga de los labios de Retsu después de escucharlos. Es todo lo que le preocupa.

No estoy tratando de decir que es la mejor opción sí, es exactamente lo que quiero decir, solo quiero aclararlo.

[gffa]

You know you're in deep when you're about to write a whole ass essay on Batman and Robin Eternal despite that you're pretty sure only like ten people who have read the story will even see it said essay, but you can't help yourself because, look, it may not have been perfect, but it knew the narrative theme it wanted to center a story around and it fucking nailed that story down by the end. I am just so, so ready to dig into a story that is basically a love letter to the thesis statement of: "You couldn't tell Dick Grayson shit about what to do with his life, that kid was going to be Robin whether Bruce approved or not, Robin was the leash, and every Robin that followed after was in the same footsteps." This is a story about how Bruce's guilt makes him think he's forcing his own will onto these kids, that he's creating them in his own image, and they basically all tell him, "Nah, I get to decide who I am, nobody else." It's not a perfect story, I would have shifted the emphasis a bit (and focused more on Dick's temper as a kid, rather than just the mistakes his was making/his insecurity about it, to really show rather than just tell that Dick made his own choices, but I get that that was in service of the tension the story was building), I also spent so much time thinking, "the pieces are here, but they're just not coming together", but ultimately I feel like everything clicked together so well by the end on a narrative level and the characters it was focused on (Bruce, Dick, Cass, and Harper are really the central characters here, I would say), and had fun moments for everyone else (I wouldn't read this just for Tim or Jason, even if I enjoyed both of their banter very much in the series) that, eh, it may not be my favorite backstory for the characters, but I'm willing to accept that it's a really thoughtful version of their backstory for the current era. Anyway, consider it a rec with only a small asterisk, where I think it was an extremely satisfying story if you're into the meta aspect of Robin's relationship with Batman, if you're not particularly beholden to any one version of the characters' backstories, or if you just want to skim for some funny banter.

[geekyarmorel]

another one cuz you’re writing 🤌 *chefs kiss*.

the four lords with a very touchy and affectionate s/o? like far more than the normal person

Considering I'm a very affectionate person I dig this. Let's go.

Alcina:

This woman loves the fact that you're so affectionate with her.

She adores that you aren't scared to touch her like so many are.

Of course she's fond of the touches you give when you want to have sex with her but heaven help her when it comes to just the little touches you give her daily. The soft ones just meant to show her your love, they're 🤌

Little touches like brushing her hair behind her ear, a tender brush across her cheek, the barely there feeling of your hand touching her thigh as you walk around her, the gentle interlocking of your fingers with hers as you lift her hand to press a kiss to it.

She's taken to pulling you to bed so she may lay her head in your lap and you could play with her hair and gently trace her face.

Don't even get her started on your kisses and embraces. Oh she could make a list to the moon and back of reasons why she loves them, though she doubts even that would be enough room to complete it.

The trailing kisses along her jaw and neck, the deep lingering kisses that you place on her lips. The soft kisses that you place on her palm or back of her hand. The soft kisses you place on her stretch marks and wrinkles, how she just melts.

It's common to find you just sitting in her lap all snuggled up to her.

You once were worried that you might have been to clingy, Alcina quickly assured you that she loved the way you were very affectionate and all.

Donna:

In the beginning she was a little thrown off by how touchy and affectionate you were. She's been so used to being by herself that having someone want to touch her is something she has to get used to.

At first you limit how affectionate you are, asking permission to touch her before doing so.

It took a bit but eventually she felt comfortable for you to initiate the touches without her permission. And when you slowly got more affectionate she fell hard for it.

She loved how you would come into any room and greet her with a kiss to her cheek.

Sometimes when she was cooking you would come up behind her, your hands either settling on her hips or wrapping her in your arms before pressing a kiss to her cheek or neck.

She loved the light touches you would share. The way your hand would brush hers when passing things between you, how you would brush hair out of her face while she worked, the way you were unafraid to touch her scar.

The way you would lay on her or hold her in return in bed or on the couch.

It never occurred to her that you might have been what some called clingy, all the affection that you gave her was perfect in her mind.

Salvatore:

It confused him that you even wanted to touch him let alone be affectionate.

He cried the first time you held his face and kissed him.

He also cried when you assured him this is a relationship you wanted.

He quickly fell in love with every little touch and bit of affection you gave him.

How you weren't afraid to hold his hand, how you'd adjust his bone crown when he needed it. He loved that you wanted to spend time with him even when he was in the water.

He would melt when you scatter kisses all over his face, nuzzle your nose into his, or pull him into a hug.

He practically bragged about you to anyone willing to listen. Though he was nervous when Heisenberg came to visit, afraid you might like him better. But the way you looked at him and held him assured Salvatore that you loved him.

Heisenberg:

Not going to lie he was very weirded out at first by how much affection you showed him. But he took to it quickly.

He loved how you would help him bathe, washing his hair with care. Often time braiding it to keep it out of his face.

Whenever he sat down, you were immediately in his lap (it quickly became a habit for him to immediately open his arms for you to snuggle against him when in his lap).

He loved your little touches like when you would brush your hand against the back of his. He would often time reciprocate and slide his hand into yours so you could intertwine your fingers.

He loved how you would nuzzle into his neck or chest when you wanted him to hold you, how you would cup his face in your hands and just look at hin lovingly.

The little light touches on his biceps when you would peek at his work, the gentle touch of your lips on his shoulder as you hugged him from behind.

His favorite thing was how you were never short on seeking his lips for kisses. Whether it was a soft innocent kiss or a harsh and hungry kiss it never failed to make his world that much brighter.

Alcina did try to mock how clingy you were one time when he brought you for a meeting. He simply pulled you closer, kissed you, and told her to "Fuck off Supersized Bitch. You're just jealous you don't have anyone."

He made sure to cuddle you tighter that night.

Mother Miranda:

It had been a long time since anyone had shown her any type of affection so it took some time for her to get used to it.

She was fond of the little touches that you would give her. The way you would settle your hands on her waist and press a kiss to her neck as you buried your face into it. Or how you would gently tilt her chin so you could place a delicate kiss by her lips.

In all her other relationships she was the big spoon, but with you and all your affection had lowered her guard. She let herself be the little spoon more, the feeling of being held securely to your front felt like heaven.

She loved how when you let her lay on you that your hands would drift over to her wings, delicately tracing them and massaging the muscles there and on her back.

The little kisses you would pepper across her nose and cheeks never failed to bring a smile from her.

The only time you could not be affectionate with her was while she holding meetings with the Lords or appearing to the village.

It upset you the first time and reflected later as you weren't your normal self. She took you in her arms and assured you that while sometimes she couldn't accept your affection did not mean she didn't want it.

"I will always want you, without a doubt. May I have the affection that I missed?"

You always cuddle her hard after one of these appearances. And she isn't short on giving you her own affection.

[chaisshitposts]

Hi Chai, please answer my question if you can! How do you know if you have resistance? I just don’t know what to tell:(

I did the hands and leg crossing method for psych k and did both sides for an hour. Nothing happened and I feel really sad and defeated.

hiya, sorry it took me a bit to answer your question!

the only answer I can give at this moment is muscle testing, which is simply a tool used to talk to yourself directly. check out this post for more information on it!

as for figuring out your limiting beliefs/resistance, you're gonna have to sit down and really think. I recommend ya get yourself a pencil/pen and paper, or ya can type this out on any electronic device. you're gonna have to consciously jot down about what you think is holding you back. ask yourself why you wanna get in the void in the first place as well as why you believe you need the void to manifest your desires in the first place. be completely honest with yourself because the only one who can judge you in your space is you, no one else. you are safe with yourself, it's okay to dig deep.

once you jot down whatever you're feeling as well as what your thoughts are, you're gonna make yourself some belief statements aka affirmations/askformations/afformations and perform your muscle testing. you really have to speak to yourself about this, no one else knows you better than you, this is all about inner-workings, not outside work. you gotta look inside your mind to get the answers you want

now, if you find that this is difficult to do, I'm gonna recommend some belief statements to muscle test yourself.

I feel safe.

I am ready for change.

I am ready and willing to accomplish everything I want.

I can enter the void whenever I want to.

I believe in myself.

I fully trust myself and what I'm doing.

I'm doing everything right.

I can accomplish anything I set my mind to.

I can manifest anything I want right now.

I am safe and ready to be my best self.

Everything works in my favor.

the subconscious will give you clear true/false as well as yes/no, and then you can use that information to perform psych-k the way you need/want to. consciously, you may struggle to believe something, but muscle testing will tell you want you really think, since it is the dominant controller.

[dresden-syndrome]

What is Gunther's favourite interrogation or rehabilitation method?

✨Thanks for asking! Sorry it took quite a time to get to answer. I'm feeling generous today so you get a whole list instead of just one :)

Comrade Günther's favorite discipline, conditioning and interrogation methods (mostly used on his personal property):

🔸 A firm grab by the chin, arm, throat or shoulder. Often done deliberately rough to cause pain in the process, accompanied by his deep, rough, commanding tone.

🔸 On the other hand, slowly, gently stroking the face or neck. Ideally on a thoroughly restrained whumpee. May come as not even a method at first but the purpose isn't to inflict pain or distress; the humiliation, the feeling of defeat when Erhardt treats them like a small tame animal, surely helps to break.

🔸 Stepping on a whumpee with uniform boots on. Resting his full body weight as his leather boot presses on their back or chest. In cases of more defiant behavior, additional steps on arms and legs work well. A classic boot to the neck, looking down at his poor whumpee as they're too weak to crawl away.

🔸 Forcing to look directly in the eyes. Especially when a whumpee is already in pain. Especially when the whumpee is more of a strong-spirited type, not willing to show their submission or vulnerability. Erhardt's prisoners (as well as his 1963 Czech uprising trophy) cannot just hide their distress by looking away the whole time.

🔸 Dragging by the arm or ankle across the prison floor. (For Radím, dragging by the leather collar across the State Security administration office floor).

🔸 Bringing the whumpee down on their knees. Forcing them to stay like that until his permission to move. Works great with all of the above.

🔸 Or just holding the whumpee tight, grabbing their hands behind the back, leaving them no room to fight. Standing still in that position without saying a word, waiting for his whumpee's fighty mood to pass. Letting other officers to do their job.

🔸 Teasing the whumpee over their helplessness, talking to them in an overtly condescending way. Stating it clear they have no choice or escape here. It's not "submit or die". It's "you WILL submit".

🔸 Tying up in really humiliating positions. Interrogating them while making demeaning comments, continuing the ongoing torture or leaving them alone for a while - door unlocked, for the officers to see.

🔸 Trailing fingers down the fresh, raw, aching wounds. Or digging/beating into them with a force. Or both.

🔸 Cigarette burns. Improperly put out cigs in the ashtrays are quite a fire hazard. Cigs thoroughly rubbed into the soft class 3-4 offender's skin aren't. Comrade Günther doesn't fool around when it comes to fire safety. Prisoner safety? Not so much.

🔸 Whipping. An old classic. Detainment unit prisoners starting from class 2 get whipped strapped to a wall, a pole or a bench. Radím gets whipped on Erhardt's lap.

🔸 Food deprivation. A first step in class 3 and 4 offender detainment, given the fact many of them are coming ready to confess all of their thoughtcrimes after a first hungry day.

🔸 While Erhardt tends not to use sleep deprivation when interrogating (that answer art with Radím being sleep deprived showed his primary interrogations in Prague), he would often wait untill a detainee falls asleep and shake them up into an unexpected interrogation in the middle of the night. Or day.

🔸 Or just randomly waking up, both depriving a whumpee of quality sleep and invoking the fear of an oncoming torture session which may or may not happen.

🔸 Electric shock torture, usually with a taser glove or a cattle prod. (Safely used on class 2, releasing them to a labor commune or just to a quiet far-away town without any signs of past torture to show)

🔸 Scraping the skin with a piece of sandpaper, leaving shallow but quite painful wounds

🔸 Intentional rope burning. Rubbing a plain rough rope against the skin until it starts to bleed.

🔸 Restraining whumpee's hands and shoving their head in the water. Watching them struggle for a thing as trivial as a single breath.

🔸 Slowly, sadistically poking the skin with a knife or a nail, wiping the tears of pain down their face.

🔸 Giving ideological theory books as the only source of prison entertainment. If such a book is found in a worse condition, a punishment will come.

🔸 Speaking of theory, occasionally walking up to the detainment cells and asking random questions regarding the books' contents and the general mandatory political literacy. Whip, beat or tase them for each wrong answer. (It's especially fun in the class 4 unit, where the prisoners would often throw an open fight, then be dragged in one of the rooms to learn their lessons).

🔸 Drugging the prisoners (class 3 and 4) into a foggy sedated state for subjecting them to hours of aggressive state propaganda.

🔸 Making to beg for mercy or forgiveness. For more defiant cases, forcing to display their loyalty to the EC Party.

🔸 Sudden shouts in the whumpee's face. Due to Erhardt's usual cold and calculated manner, seeing him reserting to loud angry threats is a truly frightening experience.

🔸 One of comrade Günther's all-time favorites: a gun into the mouth (illustrated below).

Art taglist because for some reason I had to put art in it: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg

[kfanopinions]

Bang Chan "Chan" Ideal Type (Astrology Based)

i will be looking into his moon and venus sign ^^

Libra Moon

having his back as he has yours straight out the bat this man is all about balance. he will love his partner if they love him. he will listen to them if they listen to him. so as long as they remember "what you get, you give" should keep him happy

even if his partner misbehaves/acts childish he'll forgive because his love is deep

there is no small relationships wants a long deep relationship. like a deep relationship. a one and done type of relationship

with his scorpio venus, he doesn't play games in relationships either. scorpio is a real "i'm in this for the long haul" type of sign. his partner should be the same

there is no "i" in team yeah, he needs someone who wants to do things with him and he wants to do things with his partner

bonus: even when it comes to chores he will help his partner it's not a "chore" but a sign of respect. this just shows that he is willing to do things to help his partner so hopefully they will understand this and if he needs help will reciprocate this since there really is no "i" in team!

loving family with chan's libra moon he can be a real family man. loving to spend time with his family, kids, and of course his partner. so he will look for someone who wants the same thing

choose your words wisely words can make or break people and he knows how to choose his words carefully. i believe he will want someone who is the same. having success with little draw back is the key

he's coming home every time his partner will need to know that he can have a flirtatious streak and to know full well that he is not stupid. he may be a man. he may flirt but it's on a platonic level and not a sexual one (supposedly *wink*). a partner who won't let this side of him affect their relationship will probably be for the best

i do want to say that with his scorpio venus being so "sex crazed" and he has a libra placement (take this with a grain of salt) i'm going to base this if his partner is to "restrictive" not "adventurous" enough he may look for someone else to satiate his scorpio venus side which can lead to secret love affairs

a prince waiting for his partner chan knows how to talk to people and knows how people should be treated and will treat them accordingly, but what he wants is someone who will be compatible with him. someone who has a good reputation (good image). someone who is well balanced (libra is represented by scales so keep this in mind)

empress in reverse chan needs someone to remind him that he needs to rest, relax, and take care of himself. he can have a very tolerable personality even if someone has hurt him his libra moon would still treat them nicely. so, having someone who reminds him to think of himself and take care of himself or does that for him will be a great bonus

Scorpio Venus

femme fatale mysterious, sensual, with a touch of darkness is probably going to drive him crazy

quiet and shy on the streets a _____ in the sheets XP chan maybe attracted to someone who is on the quiet shier type

but in the bedroom...well ask the neighbors *wink wink*

stand your ground a scorpio venus person aside from the raw sexual nature loves a partner who is independent, loyal, and strong in their power. scorpio is a powerful sign so someone who shows this type of power will definitely peek his interest

don't ask too many questions being inquisitive is chan's job lol digging into their life and how they think is something he loves!

having a partner who wants to know "everything" about him may drive him away. scorpio is a secretive sign. the mystery behind his eyes will only be revealed when he wants to reveal them not the other way around. so his partner should be curious but at the same time not ask too many questions

expect to have secrets in relationships chan may want to keep it on the down low. nothing flashy like "this is my person world say hi!" again scorpio's are secretive signs. a partner who doesn't mind being his "little secret" would be good

actually that sounds hot...damn whoever is going to be this person! lucky son of a b*tch!

things that go bump in the night what i mean is the sound of the bed against the wall rofl scorpio venus' and sex...i tell yah...they want it! so a partner who wants it too (possibly AS MUCH AS HE DOES) <- crucial point lol

darker the better? this is interesting... chan may actually be attracted to a person who has a darker complexion as oppose to him *dude is pale as snow probably won't be hard to find lmao* but this can also mean "a dark mysterious person...a mysterious person that people know but they don't know them"

"turn your face away from the garish night of day" someone who doesn't mind delving into the darker side of life. the taboos, occult, unknown, non-mainstream, nontraditional aspects *total scorpio thing*