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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* IT'S A MATCH! — jjk men on dating apps
// you've matched with: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen
summary: your experiences with the jjk men on various dating apps (hc and small blurb set) fem!reader
warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex (all), breeding kink (nanami), public sex (gojo and geto), car sex (geto), praise kink (geto), nipple play (gojo), fem!receiving oral (sukuna), overstimulation (sukuna)
: ̗̀➛ GOJO SATORU
you match with gojo on HINGE!
listen, i—this man is hinge's exact target audience. his first photo is the most majestic, stunning photo you've ever seen (it was 100% taken by a professional photographer) and the rest of his photos are the most obscure, borderline concerning memes (what the fuck is onika burgers...?) combined with some... brow-raising prompt answers. "dating me is like: dating the most perfect angel princess supermodel superstar 🐬❤️🔥🤯🥰😋👑✨ ever" and "i go crazy for: some CRAZY sloppy top like gawk gawk 1000% vacuum seal special hmu"
he is so unserious. he leaves an interesting message on a photo of yours that he likes: "may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took your mom to the hospital to give birth to you" like ofc you match
he either messages you instantly or takes 5 business days, there is no in-between. you have three conversations going on simultaneously about different topics and at this point, you just wanna meet this man (get dicked down) and finally, he asks you out to go check that new cafe with gourmet pastries downtown!
gojo's got you crowded up against a brick wall outside of the cafe in broad daylight, sucking wet, sloppy marks into your neck and only continuing to migrate lower until he's pulling down a side of your shirt to reveal the soft material of your lacy bra. you're whining, looking around the alleyway in fear that one of the workers is going to step outside, "gojo... quit it, someone could come out any minute," but your actions betray your words, tugging on his hair to continue.
instead of acknowledging you, he takes a long sip out of his abomination of a drink, some iced caramel blended drink with fixings that made the barista earlier grumble under their breath, and comes back to one of your nipples with cold, cold lips that send a shock down your spine. "so fucking sweet. could taste you all day long."
you barely notice the way his other hand has sneaked down to the front of your jeans, hastily undoing the button and quickly descending to the where you need him most.
"you just gotta stay quiet. you can do that for me, yeah?"
: ̗̀➛ GETO SUGURU
you match with geto on TINDER!
when you swipe right on geto, you get one of those notifications that encourages you to super-like just because of how popular he is. he has some great photos, a few smiling ones with friends, one that shows off his impressive car, absolutely beaming with pride, but it's his last photo that makes you take the leap and super-like his profile. it's a mirror selfie of him after what looks like a hard and successful day at the gym, muscles flexed, hair tied back showing off his piercing, and looking so fucking delicious with a sheen of perspiration that makes him look otherworldly.
he's so good at keeping the conversation going, he compliments your top ten artists, and he even asks about the pet that you have in one of your selfies! it's all in great fun and you guys even exchange numbers and plan a date (dinner and a movie) within the next three days.
you guys don't even make it to the movie. your hand slides up against the fogged up glass window of his car, breaths coming out in irregular intervals as geto slams his dick up to make a home in your pussy. your hands are going every which way, lost and going insane with the sensation of him mercilessly bouncing you up and down, completely undressed while he still sits fully clothed in the driver's seat.
"f-fuck, good girl," geto grits his teeth, head thrown back like he's the one being tortured. "so fucking tight and wet and—holy shit, holy shit—"
at the uncontrolled praise, you moan wantonly, pussy clenching against his hard length as you reach even closer to your peak. "geto, 'm gonna cum, shit, please!"
when he looks back into your eyes, pupils blown wide and you feel your heart stutter at his next words. "who said you could cum yet?"
: ̗̀➛ NANAMI KENTO
you match with nanami on BUMBLE!
it's a week before your sibling's wedding and you have no date! during the bachelorette party, wasted out of your mind, you come to the sad realization that you might just have to suffer through the ceremony and reception alone while surrounded by other people who are happily partnered up. what could possibly be worse?
nanami kento is the most put-together and successful man you see in the first half hour of swiping through the app. like holy fuck, why are you here? this man has carefully cultivated his profile to include a very tasteful bio, a set of photos that showcase a rare, smiling photo of him (courtesy of gojo), and has all his interests, career, what he's looking for, etc. you pause when you see that he has "wants children" under his family goals. you swipe right, because this man is exactly who you need to bring to a wedding.
throughout the wedding day, he's polite, respectful, and so fucking handsome in his custom-tailored suit. he somehow makes it onto 80% of the wedding photos and he's not even part of the family! and at the end of the night, when most of the wedding guests have gone home and it's just you and him slow dancing on the dance floor, you make a mental note to thank those other bridesmaids later.
at your hotel room, he's the opposite of polite and respectful but you think he looks so fucking handsome like this, fucking you from behind and forcing you to look at the mess you've made in the mirror. his hands, god his fucking hands, are driving you crazy, one hand wrapped around the length of your hair and the other holding your ass in place to reach you even deeper. "n-nanami—slow... slow down!"
the pace and the position he's got you in is brutal, but you love it. there's stars in your eyes and he's pulling your hair back so your head's turned to look him in his eyes.
"can't... can't slow down, sweet girl," nanami's breathless, lost in the way your pussy feels scorching hot and squeezing him just right, and he knows it's unbecoming, knows that the way he wants to fill you up and make you bear his kids after the first date is impulsive. it's not like him. but they way you look, desperately attempting to grasp onto something, anything just to be able to take his dick, well... how could a man hold back? "need to fill you up, need to cum inside."
"we gotta work fast if we wanna get you down that aisle next, right?"
: ̗̀➛ BONUS: SUKUNA RYOMEN
you match with sukuna on CHRISTIANMINGLE.COM!
you don't even know why the fuck you showed up. your friend created a profile for you behind your back after too many complaints of being single, the girlies are TIRED. why they chose christianmingle.com of all apps? you'll never know. ring before spring!
sukuna's profile picture is a faceless photo of his unclothed abdomen, showing off a really impressive six-pack and stark black tattoos. he slides into your DMs with the most obscene and graphic pickup line you've ever seen, and somehow it works. how he hasn't gotten banned yet, you don't understand.
he's fifteen minutes late. when you look at your watch for the seventh time that night, you blearily accept the fact that you'll probably die alone, until your date finally shows up. he smells like cigarette smoke, gasoline, and fireball shots. despite every possible red flag being waved in your face, you stay.
in person, he's even more shameless than you thought was humanly possible. you've caught him blatantly staring at your tits more times than you can count, while you're ordering, you see him swiping on tinder when he thinks you're not looking, and he flirts with the server.
he ends up back at your place at the end of the night.
and holy fuck, he's eating your pussy like a man starved. he's moaning into your cunt, three calloused fingers fucking you hard while he presses a rough thumb to your clit, and you cum for the third time that night. he's not even doing it for you at this point, he's doing it for himself.
"you ready?" ready? you hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the whoosh of pants joining yours on the floor. when you look over, you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. oh my god. "not god, babe. it's just me."
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Kk or Emily defending her girlfriend from toxic fans?
Maybe on live or in person
on it!
I'M ALL YOURS
Summary: After an amazing game, you, your girlfriend, and the team go out to celebrate. But, it doesn’t go as you wished.
wc: 1,479
contains: slight angst, fluff
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“Careful, ma, that’s shot number 3.” Emily informs you, her hand squeezing your thigh. You roll your eyes, before putting your hand on top of hers.
“Relax, baby, we’re celebrating! You should have another.” you smile.
The Mystics had just beat New York Liberty in a double overtime, so obviously, the team went out to celebrate their win. The game was close, the Mystics only winning by a half court buzzer beater from Brittney Sykes.
So after all the press and interviews, the team made their way to a nearby bar. “I would, but one of us has to be sober.” She laughs, sipping her drink. You shake your head and sip your drink as well. After having a conversation with your girlfriend for a while, you decide that you want to dance, so you drag Emily off of her stool and onto the dance floor.
It’s not super crowded, but there were enough people to where you were always shoulder-to-shoulder with someone. You and Emily dance to the music, her hands on your waist as you let the alcohol take over. Eventually, you get tired, and Emily guides your unsteady body back over to the bar, asking the bartender to give you some water.
As you chug the water, a girl comes up to Emily.
“Hi! Are you Emily Engstler?” she asks excitedly. Emily smiles at her, and nods.
“Oh my god. Okay, can I please get a picture, I literally love you so much.” You’re no stranger to people asking for a picture with Emily, because well, she is a basketball star. So, at first this interaction is normal, and you see no reason to intervene. Until the girl offers to buy Emily a drink.
“I mean, if you want to, of course.” The girl says when she notices Emily’s hesitance. You’re listening now, awaiting Emily’s response.
“Uh, no, thank you. I’ve got a girlfriend.” Emily said, motioning to you with her head. The girl looked around Emily and you waved. She frowned, looking back at Emily.
“Her?” she asked with her eyebrows raised. Emily furrows her eyebrows, looking back at you, and you’ve glaring at the girl with a stare that could kill her.
“Yes, me. Is there a fucking problem?” you ask, standing up off of your stool, causing Emily to look at you worriedly.
The girl scoffs, looking at you up and down, seemingly amused by your size. You're on the shorter side, and not the buffest person on earth, but you had a mouth and a temper. “No, babe, I just thought Emily here would have better taste, but-” She looks at you up and down again. “I guess I was wrong.”
Emily stands up now, before you can react. She knew you could hold your ground but she did not want to wait until you had to. She’d rather shut it down now, and avoid the press and interviews.
“I think it’s best if you walk away. “ She spoke at the girl, her voice flat, lacking any sympathy. She hated having to be mean to fans except for when they openly disrespect her girl. The girl scoffs, and makes one big mistake.
“Ugh, I should’ve known. All you basketball players are fucking assholes. You guys aren’t even that good of a team. I hope you tear your ACL or some shit.” she then turns to you. “And you. I want you to know that pretty doesn’t know your fucking name. Your main concern should be someone trying to steal the beautiful, but unfortunate bitch you call your girlfriend. Maybe instead of being jealous when someone offers to buy your girl a drink, be flattered, and maybe attempt to live through her, because you sure as hell won’t have to worry about it.”
And with that she turned around and stormed out of the party. Emily starts after her, but you grab her arm, and she looks down at you. “Don’t. Don’t worry about it.”
“But, baby, she-”
“I know.” you say, sadness lingering in your voice. Maybe it was the alcohol, but for some reason, that girl’s rant got to you more than it should’ve. While you know most of it was jealousy and embarrassment on her end, you couldn’t help but doubt yourself. Was she right? Were you not good enough for Emily, like she implied?
“Just-let it go.” you smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, and Emily noticed. You felt your skin grow hot, and an ache behind your eyes. You clear your throat. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Be right back.”
“Ma-” Emily starts to follow you, but you stop her.
“I just need a minute, Emily. I’ll be right back.” She stops in her tracks and opens her mouth to speak. “Okay. I love you.” she whispers quietly, but loud enough for you to hear over the music. “I love you too.”
You turn around and head to the bathroom. It quickly became your place of solitude as you broke in tears. You don’t know why you were crying, possibly the initial shock of it all wearing off. Or maybe because deep down, you had your own insecurities about yourself, and how you were seen by the public. It shouldn’t matter or affect you, but it does.
Emily had made sure she kept you off of social media, or at least that side of it, knowing how toxic it could be. But that doesn’t matter if the fans came up to you in real life, like tonight.
You hear someone knock on the door, and decide it was time to fix yourself up. “Be out soon!” you call out. After you wipe away your runny mascara, you fix your hair, (that was messed up from you running your hand through it), you open the door.
On the other side is Shakira and Didi, who noticed your botched makeup and disheveled hair. “Hi- oh, shit, are you okay?” You nod unconvincingly, before pushing past them. The girls share an unconvinced look, and turn around to watch you leave the bar.
You don’t know how long you’ve been outside, but you do know you’ve been through 4 cigarettes. You’ve been sitting in silence for a while, letting your thoughts consume you. You don’t even notice when Emily comes and sits down next to you. You only make notice of her when she takes the cigarette from your mouth.
You don’t look at her, but you hear her shoe stomp it out on the cement. She scoots closer to you but doesn’t touch you. She knows how fragile you are, and how you hate crying in public, so she opted out of being the bend that breaks the camera’s back.
“You know she’s wrong, right.” she finally speaks, softly.
You don’t acknowledge her, just continue staring at the passing cars. You hear her, but you don’t have the energy to speak.
“Right?” she whispers. The softness of her voice isn’t something that’s uncommon for you, but to everyone else, it’d seem unusual. But Emily was comfortable enough around you to let her guard down. She was a big softie.
You let your head hang as you feel the tears start to fall from your eyes. Emily gives in and reaches for your hand.
“No one means more to me than you do. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Emily sighs as you remain silent. “Look at me.”
When you don’t answer, she gently grabs your chin and forces your eyes on hers. You sniffle and close your eyes as tears fall down your face.
“Oh, baby.” she whispers, cupping your face and using her thumbs to wipe your tears. Finally, you let a broken sob escape your throat.
Emily pulls you into a hug, shushing you as you break down in her arms. “Shh, ma, I know. I know. It’s okay.” she rubs her hands up and down your back. “You can’t let ‘em get to you, baby. There’s always gonna be someone that has some shit to say.”
She pulls away, and wipes your cheeks once again. “And as for me, I’m not going anywhere. I’m all yours, and you’re mine. Nothing anyone says is gonna change that. Understand?”
You nod and she pulls you into a soft loving kiss. “Can we go home, please?” you whisper as you pull away. Emily smiles sadly and nods.
After that night, Emily posted on her story, calling out the girl who approached her that night (who you later find out has done the same thing with a lot of other teams).
Even though you have your doubts about yourself, there’s no doubt in your mind that Emily loves you. No matter what anyone else says, she’d love you regardless. No amount of stuck up bitches would change that.
She was yours, and you were hers.
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hi baby i love your paige stories so much! can you please do reader comforting paige after a hard loss or practice?? tysm 💓💓
no matter what - p.b. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
{thank u sm lovely!! love this idea i hope you enjoy 🤍}
pairing(s): paige bueckers x female!reader
warnings: pure fluff <3
summary: paige has had a long week at practice and all she wants to do is be with her girl.
it had been a long week. paige was working hard every single day at practice getting ready for her teams upcoming game. although she loves what she does so much, it can start to become very stressful after awhile.
after a week long of practicing and working non stop, she just didn’t know if she could take it anymore. all she wanted to do was go home and be with her girl.
it was now friday and practice had just come to an end. paige made her way to the locker room and started packing up her things as fast as she could. once she was done she made her way to her car and drove to you guys’ place.
she got out of the car and started walking inside. when she walked in the door she was met with her girlfriend laying on the couch watching tv. when you heard the door open you immediately turned around and jumped up out of your spot.
you ran over to her before she could even set her stuff down and gave her the biggest hug. when she hugged you back the tightest you’ve ever felt you could tell she really needed that. you pulled away to look at her, “hi baby i missed you.”
she smiled at your words. “missed you more.” she said as she placed a soft kiss to your lips. you guys pulled away from each other so paige could walk inside.
“gonna take a quick shower then i’ll join you okay?” she said as you were making your way to the room. “okay, see you soon.” you reply. while she’s in the shower you decide to change into something more comfortable. you then climb into bed and turn something on the tv while you wait for your girlfriend.
about a half hour later paige walks into the room and she smiles at you as you’re watching the tv. she climbs into bed next to you and you turn to her. “hi my pretty girl, how was your day.” paige seems to blush a little at your comment before replying, “it was okay kinda stressful.” she says.
“oh i’m sorry is everything okay?” you ask her with a worried look on your face. “just been getting ready for the iowa game, it’s been a lot i’m just scared what if i mess up or something and it just ruins everything we’ve been working for?” she confesses to you looking like she’s about to cry.
you move closer to her and place a hand to her cheek, “oh baby don’t say that you’re gonna do amazing! even if you guys lose it’s gonna be okay paige you’ve done so good this season and something like that would not be your fault.” you say looking into her eyes.
she looks at you and smiles, “thanks babe i just worry like that sometimes it’s really hard not to.” she says. “i know P, i understand i just want you to know that i’m so fucking proud of you and i will always will be no matter what.” you reply placing a kiss to her cheek.
“i love you so much.” she says smiling like an idiot at what you just said. “i love you more, baby. let’s get some rest now yeah?” you say and she nods her head.
you lay down and paige does the same. you pull her in close to you and wrap your legs around her torso. she buries her head into your neck and starts to leave little kisses there. you giggle at her actions and push her away playfully. she leans up to look at you and gives you a big kiss on the lips before returning to her original spot.
“goodnight y/n.” she whispers before she closes her eyes.
“goodnight baby.” you reply and place one last kiss to her forehead.
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"Raglan James": I'm a secret agent, Daniel
"Raglan James": For a super undercover group
"Raglan James": You can tell because I am loudly faking a conversation with you ten feet from other people
"Raglan James": and directly in front of the sushi chef
"Raglan James": I am now going to send you super secret files mid-interview
"Raglan James": on a laptop the vampires apparently confiscate regularly
"Raglan James": I am so fucking good at my job, Daniel
Daniel: can I eat my fish please
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#daniel molloy#raglan james#spoiler#spoilers#so he's totally not actually Raglan right#also I absolutely caught him mentioning that some prior storytellers got vamped#FINGERS CROSSED FOR VAMP DANIEL
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[|< first] [<< previous] jackie is used to girls wanting her to top, but evangeline has something else in mind 😏
#my ocs#comic#jackie#evangeline#wlw#long post#suggestive#things are about to get more than suggestive tho LOLLL#i wont be able to post... super graphic stuff but#were getting into it girlies lol#they gotta fuck!!!#btw i know comics require a lot more attention and time than singular arts so..#thank u sm to everyone reading it!!! 🥺💕#i really really like drawing pencil sketchy comics its SOOOOO much fun to me#it feels so good to be able to get my ideas out!!!!
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I wanted to ask if you think any monsters had specific marriage traditions/cultural practices?
I was thinking about the Minotaurs from C.M. Nacosta’s, Morning Glory Milking Farm, and their nose rings that were basically wedding rings
Or like, what if x monster species had a tradition where they had to find their “kidnapped” bride in x time period to prove that they could protect them?
And a more naughtier scenario…breeding their bride in order to marry them?
Hi! That's such a good question! So, I do think every monster has their own special culture, and because of that, their own marriage traditions.
As you mention, I think minotaurs would have the ring in the nose, but I also think milking would play a big part of it for them. The minotaur gets the ring for you, but you have to prove to his clan that you can be a good partner, and that goes by making him cum (milking him) in front of everybody. For minotaurs, I think the breeding would be in private because they like to take his sweet time with their new wife/husband.
For werewolves, I think the chase is the key point. They have to chase their bride and fuck her in the middle of the forest, be one with nature and all that. Also mating bites, the symbolism behind the neck biting and the chasing and breeding would be their way to tie the knot (pun intended).
For orcs and ogres, and other monsters alike, I think it all would be about food and treasures. Providing for you, giving you all you need... And if that includes making you cum in the middle of the wedding reception so everyone can see how well he can take care of you... That's just an extra. The breeding could be either in the same reception or later that day, depending on the kind of scenario.
I could do more monsters but I don't want to make this super long Finally, I think dragons would play the kidnapping part beautifully. They have to "steal" you from your family and take you away so you basically become part of their hoard. Their new shiny human wife/husband that he would protect completely. He would give you all his precious treasures so you agree to mate with him, but this would take weeks. The dragon would make you wait because for them the most important is for have their significant other completely mad with need.
Now I want to make some kind of wedding night short, damn it.
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i like writing trauma fic about characters who Don't recover quickly from the physical or psychological toll. particularly when the story becomes more about the ongoing aftermath than the initial traumatic event. i think that's like 95% of my works on ao3 right now. across all fandoms all relationships all premises. like. hello friend. you are here because you, like me, enjoy reading about this one specific character getting beat up. you are still here once he's done getting beat up because you, like me, like to see what happens after the worst has already been done. so! can i interest you in some Pathetically earnest storytelling about the nature of pain and brokenness 🥺👉👈
#'earnest' isnt the first term i'd use to describe my shit since it's usually paired with positive love hope light stuff#but earnest it is. me on a street corner with a bullhorn like an apocalyptic preacher yelling 'IT'S ALL FUCKED. IT'S ALL SO FUCKED'#i hate it when characters get better super fast and then move on and have 'completed' their arc.#no baby get back here. that horror lives in you. it's your twin now and there will be nights 20 years from now when it still tries to#swallow you. no matter how far you run no matter how much you learn no matter how well you do#and if you're really lucky. you'll get really good at writing men like belos owlhouse as a tradeoff.
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Armand called Lestat a clown in the most round about way
s2e3 hot wired the two passions in my brain into this info dump, however seeing as a central theme of this episode (and the season) is power, status, and their subversions, it seems relevant. for context, I have 2 degrees in theatre, specifically theatre history and how trends effect form. (I am in no way an expert though, and this is very simplified). long story short, I'm relishing in being a big ol nerd about this entire season
FINALLY, we got to see Lestat (a version of) strutting his stuff on stage in a scene with peak commedia dell'arte shenanigans. Commedia dell'arte is/was an originally Italian form of theatre which was defined by lazzi (comedic bits), improv, and stock characters. these stock characters have been around from Roman times and are still super familiar to us today - the young lovers, the pervy old rich man, the soldier with bravado, etc. It's been seen as a somewhat formulaic form of theatre which relied on quickly identifiable characters and situations so audiences can sit back and enjoy the butt jokes and servant beatings.
In the book - specifically The Vampire Lestat - our beloved Lestat RELISHES in playing a character called Lelio, one of the young lovers. It is in playing Lelio that he "found a tongue for verses and wit [he]'d never had in life" (TVL pg 31). It is in playing Lelio that Lestat first gets a taste of the person he can become, and it is in Lelio that we see the first glimpses of the Lestat which so fully seduces Louis. In short, Lestat casts himself as the suave and handsome romantic protagonist, here to sweep people off their feet. The young lovers are also notably some of the only roles portrayed without masks, to emphasize their youth and natural beauty.
SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN LESTAT SHOWS UP IN S2E3 DRESSED LIKE THIS:
He has a half mask! He's wearing all sorts of colors! He's clearly acting as a go between between two other characters who seem to be of a higher status than him! As I said before, commedia dell'arte can be very formulaic (especially by the late 1700s when it is being codified away from being improv focused to being cemented into scripts). From all of these visual and characterization clues, Lestat is not playing Lelio the young lover, he's playing a Harlequin! And his costume seems to be heavily based off of this Harlequin (Arlecchino, Arlecino, etc.) which is literally the wikipedia image of a Harlequin.
(note, if you give a fuck, this image is depicting an Arlechino from 1671, roughly 125 years before Lestat on stage. in my mind, this accounts for the changes in silhouette, styling, why Lestat doesn't wear the mask for the entirety of the performance, etc. Also, just while we're talking about costuming, I believe the late 18th Century was still a time in which actors would have been expected to provide their own costumes, which would explain why Lestat's version is made with expensive fabrics and includes cunty little details like the bow in his hair. At the very least, I can see him making looking good a priority as the owner of the theater and as...well...Lestat.)
Okay, okay, okay. Why does this matter?
Harlequins are not characters of any social status. They're servants who are quick witted enough to get into antics but stupid enough to be commanded by animalistic instincts (lust, food, you name it). The Harlequin being beaten by their master was ENORMOUSLY funny, and is the origin of the term "slapstick comedy". They a memorable iteration of clown.
In this scene, which I'm willing to bet was inspired by (if not outright) Carlo Goldoni's A Servant of Two Masters, Lestat plays a servant who interacts with two characters. One appears to be a young woman in a breeches part - another common trope of commedia performance. The other appears to be the young male lover! We see Lestat prancing between the two, seemingly facilitating some romance plot, being paid for his compliance, and doing a good ol fashioned butt lazzi. (Could he be presenting his ass for beating? Maybe.)
So why is Lestat not the young valiant lover, but instead A LITERAL CLOWN? Three potential, not conflicting, reasons. By the time Lestat is performing (mid to late 1790s, based off Armand's earlier comment about Robespierre's 1794 execution), the Harlequin characters were the most sought after roles! At this time, we are seeing the emergence of "Celebrity Culture" where audiences sought out actors for their off-stage personalities as much as their on-stage ones. This is an extremely fitting position for Lestat to fall into. Yay a semblance of historical accuracy!
Secondly, Lestat's ENTIRE ROLE in season two is to come between this season's new pair of young(ish) lovers: Louis & Armand. Lestat's function is to repeatedly detract and distract from their relationship through Dreamstat's antics (appearing at the piano calling Louis a whore, having Louis re-kill him, etc.). Additionally, simply put, Lestat (and Sam Reid as Lestat) is a lot of fun to watch. He is absolutely a stand out (if not THE stand out) of the show! His constant ability to serve cunt is often what your eye is drawn to, he pulls focus to himself, and often undercuts the more subdued, philosophical, and morose nature of others. Both on-stage and on-screen, Lestat continuously upstages his screen partners. He does kinda function as a Harlequin. But in the end, the Harlequin's antics are also what ultimately drive the young lovers together. If not for Lestat's actions, Louis and Armand would have never met nor bonded over knowing this fucked up brat prince.
But we also have to remember! This portion of the episode is presented by Armand the mind fuckery master. It is absolutely in his best interests to paint Lestat as some sort of ridiculous, lesser being driven by animalistic nature. Especially if - by extension of the metaphor - this frames he and Louis as the virtuous and optimistic young lovers, striving to cling to each other in a world of chaos. I would be EXTREMELY interested to see if, when recollected by someone else, Lestat appears in a different role or characterized differently.
Again, given the celebrity culture of the time and Lestat being himself, it is entirely believable that he would appear in the Harlequin role (Truffaldino, if this is Goldoni's Servant). However, I think it's extremely telling that in Armand's iteration of the story Lestat is not the dignified, refined, and sympathetic young romantic. He is instead a literal fucking clown.
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it's raining love ft. na jaemin
“you think love is hard? try predicting the fucking weather. that’s right. nature’s my own worst enemy.”
word count: 4.8k (it's one word away from 4.9 omg)
genre/archetypes: loosely inspired by forecasting love and weather, romance story, lots and lots of fluff, a little bit of comedy, adorably sweet and definitely tooth rotting :) also there’s going to be wrong terminology and stupid weather mistakes and i’m so sorry :((
synopsis: you and na jaemin are both meteorologists, working at the korea meteorological administration. of course, you love your job and the people working there: however, it becomes hard to deal with when you're constantly working overtime with no pay and a jaemin crisis in your brain.
notes: i love this story so much and i loved working on it, it’s near and dear to my heart! i hope you guys enjoy it too! i think it’s super fun, although i probably bungled most of the weather terminology lol
warnings/potential triggers: none! a little bit of maturity with the mention of a condom, some swearing
taglist: @lovesuhng
Sometimes, you hated the weather.
Which was ironic, because you worked with weather on a daily basis. As a meteorologist, you spent most of your time poring over satellite data and maps of wind charts: so, you spent most of your time with weather. But, you supposed, this was natural. Everyone hated their job once they started working in it.
When you were in sixth grade, you and Na Jaemin, your childhood best friend, had stumbled across the concept of meteorology. You both were instantly sucked into the magical world of predicting weather. When you first successfully listed out the weather conditions for the next seven days, you felt like a god.
Now? You were so done with your job. The lack of staff at the weather station meant that you were working overtime constantly. Today was the first day that you had managed to negotiate an ending time of 9 pm. You loved predicting weather, scanning the various charts to figure out what was going on in the atmosphere. But when you were forced to do this for hours each day running on low sleep? You had low motivation to do anything. Example: yesterday, you squealed over the vending machine restocking.
The. Vending. Machine. Restocking.
And it didn’t help that Na Jaemin was constantly a fucking ray of sunshine. He never seemed to stop- not throughout high school, not throughout college, and certainly not now. You didn’t know what was powering him. Could it be ambition? No, Jaemin was too nice for that. Was he a power generator? Did he only subside on the goodness of his heart, the power of his internal sun, and cups of coffee with eight shots of espresso?
Regardless of whatever he subsisted on, Na Jaemin was constantly there for you, and you appreciated that. But sometimes, he could be incredibly smothering even when you wanted to be left alone. Like now.
“Jaemin, I don’t need a break from work,” you sighed tiredly for the umpteenth time.
“You do!” Jaemin exclaimed. “Look at you, slumped down in your chair. You look very, very tired.”
You glared at him.
“I know you mean well, but that was incredibly insulting.”
Jaemin winced.
“Oops, sorry. You look amazing! I promise I’ll take you anywhere you want. A bar? Done. Club? Done. Home? Done. To the park even when it’s raining because you want to sit under the patio and eat ice cream even when I told you you’ll get a stomach ache from it and then you do get a stomach ache? Done. I won’t even baby you! I’ll be super, super good.”
You roll your eyes.
“Jaemin, I just need to work, get money, go home, and watch a movie. With ramen. And ice cream.”
“Done!” Jaemin exclaimed happily
“No- I didn’t mean-” you groaned and slumped further down in your chair. Secretly, you were enjoying Jaemin’s efforts, but you weren’t going to tell Jaemin that.
Jaemin smiled at you.
“Alright, see you soon!” He blew a kiss towards you.
You blinked, startled. Jaemin winked and walked away to his office, where he managed the seven day and ten day weather reports. Rubbing your eyes, you sighed tiredly, checking to see if Karina and Minjeong, your friends and fellow meteorologists, had noticed your interaction. Relieved they hadn’t, you hid your red face behind a rain chart. You didn’t want to deal with Jaemin’s shenanigans right now.
Jaemin had always been a naturally flirty person, but recently, he had been ramping it up. From winks to “accidental” touches, he had done a lot of things for the past two months. Of course, Karina and Minjeong had noticed incredibly quickly, and they wouldn’t stop teasing you about it. You, on the other hand, felt increasingly disoriented and confused by Jaemin’s actions.
To tell the truth, you liked Jaemin. But you couldn’t help but remember a specific day in the office. A day when Jaemin, to another meteorologist who was asking whether Jaemin liked you or not, replied:
“Her? Obviously not, you should totally ask her out!”
The meteorologist had then asked you out the following day, but you refused.
And Jaemin denying he liked you hadn’t happened once, either. This had happened not once, not twice, not even three times, but ten. Ten times.
“No, I don’t like her in that way!” Jaemin would always say.
Of course, Jaemin was never rude about not liking you- except for what he said in the office (you were still salty about that). But you didn’t have the courage to ask what Jaemin meant by his words.
Ever since the office incident, you had come to realize two things. One: you liked Jaemin. Two: you would never ask him to date you. Your friendship with Jaemin was too precious to risk asking him a question like that.
So even though Jaemin had ramped up all of his suspicious and flirty behaviors, you were too worried about ruining your friendship and too tired over work to reciprocate. Although, you mused, it would be nice to spend some time with Jaemin today. You hadn’t really done so in a while.
Returning to the satellite data, you consulted a few maps of today’s weather, ultimately deciding that there wouldn’t be a lot of change and hoping you were right so you wouldn’t have to stare at the maps again. Allowing your face to cool down, you then scooted your chair over to Karina’s desk. She was sipping on coffee and typing up a weather report for her boss.
“Hey, you can probably say the weather conditions for tomorrow are going to be like today’s.”
Karina smiled.
“Really? That’s amazing, because my boyfriend’s planning on taking me to a beach! If the weather’s this nice tomorrow-” Karina sighed dreamily. “It’ll be absolutely perfect.”
Minjeong, who sat across Karina, poked her head over the desk wall.
“Did someone say a beach date? Karina, are you entering your lovestruck era?” All three of you giggled.
“Oooooh, I haven’t seen you entering this era since that man,” you replied, chuckling as you returned to your desk. Karina groaned behind you.
“We don’t speak of my mistakes!” she yelled. You laughed.
“Hey, I noticed Jaemin’s been talking to you a lot recently,” Winter added, smirking slightly. You rolled your eyes.
“We’re just friends! And we’ve been friends since kindergarten! I know everything about that man. There’s a reason why I’m not attracted to him,” you replied.
Winter smirked widely. “You should look at yourself when you talk to him. Your eyes go starry and your cheeks flush. Like right now!”
You patted your cheeks, surprised to find they were still a little red. You thought they’d cooled down. Maybe not.
“It’s hot in here!” you complained. “My cheeks are always red!”
“Remember that time Minjeong added too much blush to her cheeks and she looked like a clown?” Karina snickered. Minjeong rushed to hit Karina, complaining as she did so.
“We don’t talk about that!”
Karina smiled, and turned to you. “Thanks for the tips about tomorrow’s weather! Definitely double check again, though.”
You groaned.
“I know, I know- but remember that guy who didn’t double check any of his work? He got fired soon after for making a bunch of blunders,” Karina added.
“I don’t make that many mistakes!” you exclaimed, but you knew Karina was right. You were tired and ready to go home, but it was important you finish your tasks for the day so that the weather reports could go out soon. And it was important you finished your tasks correctly. You breathed in and smiled. Of course, your work was always annoying, but the people here always made it better. Karina and Minjeong were always joking around but uber-talented when it came to weather reports- and negotiating with the higher-ups for more snacks in the office.
Sighing, you double-checked the weather reports again: and that’s when you noticed something strange. In one of the upper-air weather maps, there was a weird wind pattern breaking off of the others.
This was strange. You quickly did a quick search of the upper-air wind patterns for the last seven days, then the last two weeks, then the last month. Your brain went into meteorologist mode. The wind hadn’t moved like this for a while. It was summer, so the prevailing winds should have been moving southwesterly in South Korea. Instead, the wind was moving towards the east.
You gasped. This could only mean a squall, and that meant active weather instead of the bludgeoning heat Seoul had received all week.
“Karina! I need to show you something!” you exclaimed.
Karina rolled her chair over to your desk, where you showed her the strange wind pattern that meant active weather. Karina groaned.
“A storm? Oh, man, my date is absolutely ruined. That’s a large cold front too. Oh man, there’s definitely going to be thunderstorms tomorrow!”
You patted her back.
“Just move the date inside. Rain and wind can be incredibly romantic and also very aesthetic- provided you’re inside instead of outside. If you’re outside, things get dicey,” you reassured Karina.
“Oh! I can schedule a restaurant or something! We can eat at a fancy restaurant!” Then, Karina smiled knowingly.
“See? This is exactly why I tell you to check your work,” Karina beamed. You rolled your eyes, and Karina rolled back over to her desk, looking for a way to salvage her date. Meanwhile, you prepared your data and walked over to your supervisor, Minhyung. After presenting the data to him, he nodded.
“That’s a good thing to catch. Gunning for that new supervisor position?” he teased as he typed up the data, sending the update throughout the building.
You smiled weakly.
“No, just trying to predict the weather. So, mostly failing,” you sighed, returning back to your seat. Finally, you were done for the day. The clock struck nine, and people around you started to pack up.
“Come with us for drinks!” Karina said, holding out her hand to you. You shook your head.
“Jaemin and I are going to go watch a movie.”
Karina and Minjeong giggled to each other.
“Just make sure you bring a con-”
“Okay!” you exclaimed as you pushed them out the door. “Bye now. Have fun!” You could hear Karina and Minjeong’s giggles as you gathered your stuff. Jaemin walked over to you and offered to carry your bag as you put on your coat.
“Did you call a taxi?” Jaemin asked as you both walked out of the office.
“Yup! It should be coming…” you consulted your watch. “Now!”
The taxi pulled up, and you both got in. You pulled up a movie recommendations list after telling the driver where to go, and debated over what movie you should watch together.
“I personally think we should watch something fun and cozy. It’s Friday! Let’s relax or something!” Jaemin exclaimed, pointing to a movie on the screen.
“Those are so boring, Nana. Come on, let’s watch an action movie or something. Mission Impossible, maybe?”
Jaemin pouted.
“But I want to watch something cute!”
You sighed.
“Fine, we’ll watch Barbie or whatever.”
“Barbie’s not a cute movie! Well, yes, it’s incredibly heartwarming, but it sends a deeper message about the role of women in society!”
As Jaemin continued to talk, you leaned back in your seat, smiling.
You felt a sense of belonging with Jaemin. A sense of happiness. He was the friend who comforted you, the parent who took care of you, and he wasn’t afraid to let you know when you messed up. At this point, he wasn’t even a friend. He was family, and it felt really nice to talk to him after a long day at work.
Maybe Karina was right. Maybe he would make a good boyfriend.But you had always kept your friendship like this, and you weren’t about to ruin it by asking Jaemin that question.
But the question lingered in your head throughout the night. It lingered throughout the movie, it lingered throughout your shower, and it became particularly insistent when Jaemin decided he’d sleep over. You had Jaemin’s clothes in your dresser. This was close to boyfriend and girlfriend behavior. At this point, it was that kind of behavior. Jaemin even decided to sleep in the same bed with you, and you realized something.
Maybe you should ask Jaemin if he liked you or not. After all, who sleeps in the same bed with their platonic friend?
You pushed it out of your head. You weren’t brave enough to ask, not after that incident. You reiterated to yourself that you were comfortable with your friendship.
The next morning, you hurriedly rushed into the office, five minutes late. It wasn’t until you both walked to the office doors that you realized the implications of showing up at the office with Jaemin next to you. You ordered Jaemin to go in first, and he did so confusedly.
As a result, you were five minutes late, and you swore you could see Minhyung giving you a pointed look as you slid into your seat. You winced and turned immediately to your work. Pulling up the wind charts for the day’s weather, you sighed and settled into a haze of weather predictions, data, and satellite images.
Sure enough, it started raining soon. You smiled a bit, pleased with your correct prediction, and continued on. Hopefully the people of South Korea remembered to bring umbrellas.
Around lunchtime, Karina came over with a worried look on her face.
“What’s up?” you asked, setting the charts aside. You hadn’t found anything out of the ordinary so far. That meant less work for you.
“Something’s happening over here,” Karina said, asking you to turn to the ocean real-time data. You looked closely at the computer screen. The picture depicted made you gasp.
“Oh no,” you murmured as you looked. “Is it a storm system? Does this mean a typhoon?”
Karina nodded.
“The conditions are perfect too. Warm water above 26 degrees, great distance from the Equator, low vertical wind shear- the tropical wave is present too. This is bad.”
“How are the wind speeds?” you asked.
“Gaining quickly, and they definitely aren’t slowing down,” Karina replied. “I really hope this doesn’t hit us- oh man, I was just checking the ocean currents and zoomed out to see what was happening!”
“And thank goodness you did, because this is big,” you replied. “I’m going to go tell Minhyung. He needs to get this down to the Natural Disasters station right away.” You scrambled to tell Minhyung while Karina kept looking at the data for any new signs.
“Minhyung!”
“What?” Minhyung asked, setting aside his work. “You look worried.”
“We have a possible typhoon situation,” you said, showing Minhyung the picture on your laptop. “Can you look?”
Minhyung looked.
“What’s the situation? Are the necessary requirements all present?”
You rattled the list off, and Minhyung’s face became anxious. He nodded and moved to call the Natural Disasters station downstairs.
“They knew about this already and are looking into it,” Minhyung replied after he finished the call.
“Do they need any help?” you asked.
“They should be fine, but go and notify the seven and ten day weather report. Plus, see if they need any help. Karina and Minjeong have got it handled over here. It’s going to develop and make landfall quickly under these conditions. Besides, you need a little variation in your work.”
You looked at Minhyung quizzically, and he beamed.
“Everyone needs a little variety from time to time! I’ve noticed you’ve been kind of down recently, and it’ll do you some good to help out, get some pep back into your step. Helping others releases endorphins!”
You smiled at Minhyung, touched that your supervisor cared so much about you. As you walked quickly down to Natural Disasters, you almost crashed into Jaemin as you did.
“What’s going on?” he asked, and you told him everything. Jaemin’s face looked shocked.
“Is there an estimated time of arrival? How close is the typhoon to South Korea?” Jaemin asked.
“Not yet, but ask Natural Disasters. They’ll probably have an answer for you.”
Jaemin smiled at you, and you frowned quizzically.
“I’m proud of you! You’re gonna save lives.”
You smiled.
“Thanks, but technically it was all Karina. Hopefully we can do something before it arrives.”
Jaemin nodded. “Yeah, maybe we can help Natural Disasters coordinate with public officials to evacuate and shore up beaches.”
You smiled and Jaemin pulled you in for a hug.
“Good job!” Jaemin said as he patted you on the back. You smiled, savoring the warmth of Jaemin’s body and the smell of his cologne. Friends definitely hugged each other, but for a moment, you let yourself imagine you and Jaemin were truly dating.
Just then, Minjeong walked by, letting out a whistle at the two of you.
“Just date already!” she yelled, entering the bathroom. Both of your faces reddened, and Jaemin stepped back quickly, letting go of you first. You frowned slightly, disappointed.
“I should go,” Jaemin stammered.
“Me too! Yeah, lots of, uh, stuff to do,” you said breathlessly. You walked quickly back to your desk, face red. You were flushed from Minjeong’s remark, but also a little confused at why Jaemin would step back so quickly. On one hand, you knew why he would. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt by Jaemin’s actions.
In the afternoon, you avoided Minjeong and helped the Natural Disasters people make plans for the hurricane. You realized how hard it was to do so, and for a while, you were wholly focused on your work. So focused, in fact, that you forgot all about your gripes with your job. It did feel nice to do something and help others.
“We’ll have to add sandbags near these locations and evacuate the people living near here,” Yujin, the head of the Natural Disasters department, said. You nodded, taking a picture and adding it to the email.
“How about we create some more reinforcements too? And we can air our typhoon checklist commercial on TV, reminding people to have an emergency kit ready and everything else,” you suggested.
Yujin nodded.
“That’s a great idea! In fact, why don’t you go check with TV to make sure they have something ready?”
You nodded, smiling. It really did feel good to help.
You went down and checked in with the people working at the TV station, then came back up and continued to help Yujin with the preparations. At the end of the day, Yujin thanked you for your help, complimenting you on your work ethic, and walked you back to your desk, stopping at Minhyung’s on her way down.
You sat down, realizing that you hadn’t felt this content at work in ages. You felt refreshed, like you had a purpose, and you were eager to continue helping. Maybe that was what you should approach your work as: something that could help people. Your weather reports did make a difference. It informed people what to wear, whether to bring an umbrella, and what preparations they should take around the house.
You hadn’t really felt motivation in the past month, but you realized this could help you get out of your slump. Of course, it wasn’t a catch-all, but it helped you feel a little happier. Smiling, you got back to work with renewed energy.
You noticed Karina and Minjeong talking, and you listened in on their conversation. Minjeong revealed she had made plans for dinner, and you pressed her for all the details.
“What does it matter? I’m not going to be able to go on it anyway,” Minjeong sighed, scrolling through the recently recorded temperatures. “I’ve canceled already. This hurricane situation is more important, although I would love to go on a date right now. And the reservation! I spent good money on that, and I can’t even cancel it? What a waste.”
Suddenly, Jaemin walked out to the printer, and Minjeong gasped. You narrowed your eyes, mentally preparing for what was coming next.
“You two should go to dinner!” Minjeong shrieked, causing Jaemin to look over, confused. Minjeong hushed her voice.
“Come on, do it for me? I can’t cancel the reservation, and Minhyung’s going to let you go. You predicted that rainstorm the other day, and you helped Karina predict that hurricane. Also, I overheard Yujin’s conversation with Minhyung. Yujin was positively gushing over you! He’s sure to let you go.”
Karina smirked too.
“I’m even willing to give you all the credit for the hurricane- provided you go on that dinner date with Jaemin.”
You shook your head.
“I’m needed here! I can’t just abandon you two.” Something about your meeting with Jaemin being called a date made you feel antsy and anxious. Like you were afraid of something. Besides, you had just found your new motivation for work.
“What, we suggest a date with Jaemin and suddenly you’re all goody-two shoes? You’ve complained about this job for the past month, so here’s a break for you! Please, do it for me?” Minjeong pleaded. “I will beg. I will get down on my knees and plead.”
You frowned.
“Fine. I will. But Jaemin has to say yes first.”
You walked over to Jaemin, hoping he wouldn’t say yes.
“Would you like to go to dinner with me? You asked.
“Totally!” Jaemin beamed, and you put your head in your hands.
“I just have to ask Minhyung first,” you said, praying to all the gods out there that he wouldn’t say yes. You walked over to Minhyung, Jaemin trailing after you.
“Minhyung, is it possible I can take some time off to have dinner with Jaemin tonight?”
Minhyung stared at you two. Behind your back, Karina and Minjeong held up signs that said “do it for the love!”
Minhyung smiled.
“Totally! I understand the importance of spending time with your significant other. Yes, you can go. Just remember to make up those hours some time this week.”
“Significant other?” you squawked while Jaemin smiled cheerfully at Minhyung. As you walked out the door, Jaemin, Minjeong, and Karina all cheered while you closed your eyes. This was not going to be easy.
“What do you want to eat?” you asked, looking at Jaemin. For someone who wore sweatpants at home all day, he cleaned up nicely, not looking at all out of place in the fancy restaurant.
Meanwhile, you felt nervous, anxious, and for some reason, very prickly. Prickly all over. Was this a date? Was it not a date? What were you supposed to do on a meeting which was now a dinner date? The word “date” kept tripping you up.
You felt terrified, if you were being frank with yourself. The date was nice, Jaemin looked dashing, and you could get used to this. But you didn’t want to. Because Jaemin didn’t like you in a romantic way. That’s what you always told yourself.
So the moment you asked Jaemin and something like this slipped out of your hands, you would remember these moments with pain.
“Honestly? Whatever you want,” Jaemin beamed.
“No, Jaemin, I mean it. I don’t feel like choosing, and it would be great if you could choose?” you asked.
“No! I’m good with anything, I promise.”
You tried to breathe in, but you finally snapped.
“Stop it. Stop being so nice!” you yelled, frustrated, your nervousness coming to a head. The restaurant became silent, and your face reddened.
“I- I have to go to the bathroom,” you said, excusing yourself, making your way to the back of the restaurant. In the bathroom, you slapped cold water on your cheeks and winced at yourself in the mirror. How could you be so stupid?
You composed yourself, going over the two rules you had set in your head. Don’t be too wishful, and don’t overthink Na Jaemin’s behavior. Opening the door, you were shocked to find Jaemin outside waiting for you.
“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, worriedly. “You’ve been worried ever since we got into the car.”
“What, was it that obvious?” you muttered.
“Yeah. You have a tell, and it’s really obvious.”
You sighed. “What is it?”
“You bounce your leg.”
You frown.
“Why are you so worried about today?” Jaemin asked. “And tell the truth. I can tell when you’re lying.”
“What, do I have another tell?” you remark sarcastically.
“Yup. Your eyes shift.”
You sigh again. “Okay, Jaemin. Stop.”
Jaemin closed his mouth, waiting for your reply.
You frowned deeply. Minjeong and Karina had been encouraging you for weeks, ever since they got wind that you might like Jaemin. So you should have the courage to ask him out. But you were so scared. So scared of ruining a friendship, one that you held closely to your heart.
Maybe it didn’t hurt to ask about that day at work. That wasn’t asking Jaemin an “if he liked you” question, that was just a simple clarification. It wouldn’t lead to anything.
You mustered up your courage and took a breath.
“Jaemin, about that day in the office- did you really mean what you said?”
“What day?” Jaemin frowned.
“You know. The day when you said you would never like me romantically,” you murmured. “Remember? When you said ‘Obviously not, you should totally ask her out!’”
Jaemin laughed.
“This isn’t funny!” you groaned.
“No! Of course I didn’t mean it!” Jaemin chuckled, taking your hands in his. “I was probably too straight with my words. I was trying to encourage that person to ask you out.”
Jaemin paused, thinking.
“And… well, perhaps his words annoyed me a little bit.”
You paused. Was Jaemin implying what you thought he was implying?
“Him asking me out annoyed you?”
Jaemin nodded.
“Does that mean…”
Jaemin smiled and pulled you in for a hug.
“Yes, I like you,” he whispered in your ear. You stepped back, staring at Jaemin.
“What did you say?” you asked, making sure you heard Jaemin properly.
“I like you!” Jaemin said.
“You like me?” you asked in wonderment, looking into Jaemin’s eyes.
“Yes, you dumbass!” Jaemin replied, giggling. “My god, you must be really dense. Did my behavior in the past two months mean nothing to you?”
“Shut up,” you giggled, hitting Jaemin’s back. He smiled, and his eyes flickered to your lips. He leaned in to kiss you…
And was interrupted by a voice from behind.
“Hello? You know, some people need to use the bathroom too! You’re blocking the way!”
Looking out from behind Jaemin, you noticed a line of people who needed to use the bathroom, voicing their disappointment and annoyance. Faces turning red, you quickly led Jaemin back to your dinner table.
“I want to keep kissing you,” Jaemin pouted.
“I know- but first, let's enjoy dinner at the expense of Minjeong,” you smirked, and Jaemin smiled at you.
When you finally left the restaurant, Jaemin pulled you in for a kiss. You had received your fair share of kisses over the years, but as Jaemin’s mouth moved against yours, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You gripped his shoulders tightly.
Thunder crackled in the air, and rain broke out over the city. As Jaemin let go, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ears and smiled. You smiled back, and leaned in for another kiss. Jaemin wrapped his hands around your waist, kissing you with all his might.
Even if it was cold, even if it was raining, nothing could stop you right now. You felt like you were on top of the world.
“All right, everyone! The typhoon’s going to hit soon- start monitoring!” Minhyung exclaimed. Everyone in the office sat at their desks, watching their screens closely. Karina and Minjeong had even stopped bickering with each other.
You nodded, focusing on your computer screen.
The last few days had been a blur in your mind- you had helped workers evacuate, monitored hurricane conditions, worked with the government to update them on the latest data, and somehow, also spent lots and lots of time with Jaemin- mostly kissing him, although you talked to each other as well.
Through the process, you discovered what you really enjoyed: helping the people be safe and protecting them from anything that could happen. Thus, a few days ago, you had asked Minhyung to transfer you from your department to the Natural Disasters one. Minhyung and Yujin had both approved. Karina and Minjeong had reacted with varying levels of approval, but eventually, they both came around. And, of course, Jaemin favored whatever you wanted to do.
As you took notes on the data and hoped that all your precautions would work, you felt a strange sense of home. You looked back to see Jaemin standing behind you. He wrapped his arms around your neck, humming a tune in your ear.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” you whispered.
“I asked Minhyung if I could be with you!” Jaemin exclaimed, smiling wide. He looked over your shoulder at the data. Taking your pencil, he scribbled something on your paper, then added a heart next to it. Hesitating, Jaemin kissed your cheek and continued humming.
“What are you humming?” you asked happily.
“Oh… nothing,” Jaemin whispered, smiling.
At that moment, you felt nothing but peace.
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Okay here I come with thoughts that I'm not sure many people will be on board with, but I'm gonna share anyway because who cares! Wandee Goodday is doing a fantastic job selling characters who are ridiulous, and many of them are charming. I'm gonna talk about the guy who isn't. Charming that is.
I Think Ter Is In The Closet
And I'm only using bits from episode 4 to demonstrate this. Sorry if you need more to be convinced.
Ter is a strange character because we meet him through Wandee, when he's still up on a pedestal. That image almost immediately gets crumpled and tossed into oncoming traffic to be flattened in a rubbery, Bangkok traffic death. Dee confesses his feelings and Ter insists he's straight. He's straight. He's straight! He likes women, not men. Sorry. To make matters worse, he pulls the asshole move of just asking Dee to leave the scholarship to him.
These men have known each other for eight years. Eight fucking years and this is where things are going? If we know how much of a disaster Dee is, then it really makes me wonder what disaster side of himself Ter has (aside from what we know).
(thinking them gaaayyy thoughts) (also this weirdo doesn't listen to music while working out? no wonder he's the devil)
Ter is recalling the moment when Yak came into the hospital with flowers for Dee, called him tee-rak, and the two of them are looking at each other like. Like That.
Super normal for a hetero dude to focus on that part of his long-term colleague's life. And if he were a huge homophobe, I could understand it being a possible upset, but then he wouldn't be so close to Dee if that were the case. This is Golf Tanwarin we're being led by here.
Our Devil Doctor is pulled out of his train of thought by the appearance of a shirtless Plakao
Guys, I won't lie to you, I yelled NO aloud because for a second I thought he was going to have his come to Jesus with our favorite asexual king, and as an asexual who worships Plakao and how amazing he is, I just wasn't gonna have it!
And the first thing Ter notices? Kao is alone - specifically, he isn't accompanied as usual by his bestie Wandee. So Ter immediately interrupts his workout to question him. Kao responds that Dee's with his boyfriend now, which prompts more questioning about their relationship from Ter.
Yeah, Ter. What's it matter to you?
You turned Wandee away because you're straight. So, obviously that's a no, right? Right?
Not addressing that then. Okay. We'll just hit the skip button for that dialogue option, I guess.
As a tenured colleague and friend, that would be the natural reaction to this. Kao is a wise, wise man, and like many an asexual, he has done the work of figuring himself out while living in an allonormative world (while also recognizing he likes men! I cannot stress enough how beautifully nuanced his okay). From what he understands (and is stating for Ter to ponder), is that this would make sense for someone who doesn't harbor any other kinds of feelings toward Dee and until recently, has been on good terms with him.
But Ter doesn't get to ponder because he gets called away and immediately forced to face Dee happily walking hand in hand with Yak. It's awkward. Dee excuses himself and Yak. And then Ter's eyes foooolloooww.....
And later he gets back to his room with the number of the beast and fondly recalls when Dee used to leave snacks on his door....
(crowd goes awww)
But this guy can't help but notice while he's doing an evening workout -
Hey! There are Dee and Yak again! Being all cute in the pool! It's too coincidental! (He had not considered that his colleague works at the same place and has a similar schedule, therefore all this appropriately timed boyfriendism could only happen within that schedule)
So he has to conclude that it isn't real.
Little does Ter know that it was originally intended for YakDee to be fake boyfriends; that he'd stumbled upon the truth immediately. What he wasn't expecting was for Dee to double down not only to not be caught plotting like that, but because he's way further into his feelings for Yak than he is fully aware of.
I cannot stress how interesting it is so see this man be so obsessed over their relationship. Anyone who would call themselves a close friend or colleague would simply be happy for Dee, maybe warn him about some people who are less accepting if that were an issue, and then continue focusing on whatever it is he's doing for the scholarship. And maybe he does focus on the scholarship - we aren't shown his side of it because it's not important - but if that's true and his secondary focus is theorizing that Dee's relationship is fake? TER? WORSTIE?????
And then this happens!
Now I've seen a lot of people taking this as manipulation and I'm not going to call them wrong. It is exactly that. But I think he's also seeing if maybe he missed a chance? It wasn't that long ago that Dee was reminiscing about the past eight years together and Ter had decided the scholarship was more important than pursuing whatever thing they had between each other. Ter is realizing he doesn't want to throw either of them away, but still has his heart with the money. So he improvises a lame little plea, it's badly executed, and we get sad eyes watching Dee leave.
I would've expected him to curse under his breath, or have some sort of small scale tantrum after that interaction if he was fully planning to manipulate Dee like that. His melancholy here is what has me thinking that it wasn't well thought out, and there's a part of him who cares about his relationship with Dee and wishes it could carry on as it used to.
Ter continues to obsess. We know he'd immediately seen the story Dee posted, and it seems he's returning to it again (knowing social media habits, he's likely checked it several times in between).
CAUGHT.
Kwan, in contrast to Ter, is also Dee's colleague. She finds him and his boxer boyfriend just charming!
This line kills the entire conversation. There's very obvious tension about this subject.
To me this is where Ter has kinda said the quiet part out loud. He's more concerned about his own image. To whom? His family? His patients? Future opportunities? To himself? Not that there's nothing for Dee to be worried about (this is in Thailand where gay marriage is not legal yet, after all), but he has had a good reception of being publicly queer so far. Is that due to his queerness being more pronounced? Has Ter ridden for most of his life on being able to pass as straight because he was afraid of the consequences?
I'm gonna take a hard left for a moment, and then redirect.
There's a scene in the film To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar where a sheriff (who has had an altercation with a drag queen and is looking for her for severely homophobic reasons) sits in a saloon and essentially narrates gay erotica aloud like he's trying to process the concept of homosexuality. He's disturbed about the idea. The people around him are also disturbed by his imaginings. It almost gives the sense that his thoughts come from desire, but he's been taught too much hate about that desire to recognize it.
And this is the moment where I just felt sorry for Ter. It seems like he maybe has some deep-seated denial, and it's being overturned by everything Dee is doing. It doesn't excuse him, but shit's gotta suck. And it's clear his disturbance with the idea of Dee having gotten over any feelings for him will be hard to reckon with on top of deciding how he feels about Dee himself. P'Golf does their antagonistic and confused gays well.
#wandee goodday#wandee goodday the series#ter wandee goodday#wandee goddday meta#golf tanwarin#pod suphakorn#gmmtv series#gmmtv bl#thai series#thai bl
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You should write some hcs or something about living alone with Abby, sorta cannon but not if you get what I mean? On a farm or in a home :3
Living With Abby Hcs
Cw: smut under the warning fluff otherwise 🩷 :p(ignore spelling errors if any (request open)
‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ‿ ‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧
🩷 Mornings with Abby are always special. She loves waking up early to make you breakfast, bringing you coffee in bed, and sharing quiet moments together before the day starts. She enjoys the simplicity of starting the day with you by her side. However, she always forgets to wash the dishes after breakfast and will in fact leave them in the sink all day💀 she’s super sorry about it but forgets every time 😭
🩷 Abby loves surprising you with impromptu date nights. Whether it’s a homemade candlelit dinner or a spontaneous drive to a scenic spot (with a super cute picnic ahhhhh) she’d definitely wanna keep you entertained and happy :( and can you imagine her coming back from patrol and instantly wanting to take you to some nice patch of grass she found not far out because she’s missed you and wants to have as many nice moments as possible
🩷 Abby coming back from a patrol with trinkets and gifts because she missed you and couldn’t stop thinking about you. She’d come back with jewelry, glasses, charms, stuffed animal, music, etc just to see you smile
🩷 Living together means celebrating holidays ^_^ Whether it’s decorating the house, cooking special meals, or exchanging heartfelt gifts, she’s so ready to go all out. Imagine decorating a ginger bread house with her and she makes a little you and her out of ginger bread😭 she’d be so excited to show you too(shit would be funny af if ur shorter than her lmfao- a lil ginger bread dude next to a really fucking tall one 💀)
🩷Abby fixing anything and everything that’s broken in the house or not up to par with what she thinks you deserve. The oven isn’t working properly? dw she’ll figure it out- oh the door handle broke again she’s right on it- she’d fuck it up and make it worse and then proceed to actually read a manual(she totally knows what she’s doing😐) THEN fix it but she loves you so it’s fine
Warning nsfw
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🧁 GAH sleepy morning sex with her would be sooo sweet❤️ she’d mumble out little “come on baby”s and hushes while she pushes her fingers into you slowly, listening to you beg for more half asleep. Her hands would be ALLLLL over your thighs afterwards squishing them softly, kissing up and down your neck before falling back asleep :(
🧁Abby has a bad (good-)habit of turning ordinary moments into something much more heated than they need to be😭. While you're cooking together, she can't resist coming up behind you, pressing her body against yours. Her hands slide under your shirt, caressing your stomach and breasts, her lips finding your ear as she whispers little moans into your ears. Before you know it, she has you bent over the kitchen counter, pounding into like shes scared she’ll never get to fuck you again. Girl is DESPERATE to make you happy(cum)
🧁After a particularly stressful patrol, when Abby needs to release all that pent-up tension she’ll take you against the nearest wall, counter, door, shit she’d settle for the floor- her hands gripping your hips tightly as she moves against you. Begging for you to scream her name louder because there’s not a single person for miles and even if there hypothetically were she’d want them to know how good and how deep she’s fucking you anyway.
🧁speaking of stressful patrols and my prior post(god her with a oral fixation) being in the bath with her to calm down after a long day and she sucks on your tits and plays with them with a thigh between your legs. When she gets bored of that she’ll drain the bath water and eat you out, sucking softly while forcing you open despite the overstim and multiple orgasms.
🧁cleaning you up after because you’re painfully exhausted (in a good way) she makes it her priority to have you comfy and close to her before you pass tf out because she still has you fucked up and unable to walk hours later 😭
‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ‿ ‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧
OH THIS IS SO CUTE(the first part not the part where my ovulation is speaking for me-)
(I really appreciate requests- writing is helping with my anxiety rn- short and sweet as always ;D)
#‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ Evelynsinbox୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x#abby anderson x reader#abby x reader#abby anderson#abby anderson x rea#ellie williams
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Beastmaster Bond IV (NSFW) Ft Chaehyun
Author’s note: A bit of an interlude. I saw the dress and thought. I absolutely have to do a Gala Chapter. You all can blame @somicutie08 for the intro
"I don't know Tiger I am just worried ya know," I said to Chaehyun as she wrapped her tongue around my cock. I groan at her excellent skills, as she massages my balls after a deep gag. She always seems to hit that one spot on my scrotum that makes me cum buckets every time she gives me a blow job. She looked at me with her sad pout and my heart softened because I couldn't ever tell her no.
"Rexy you just hatched a Deviljho single-handedly while everyone was stuck out of town, Facing your peers in a Gala should be easy," Chaehyun said.
I wince because she's right but dealing with people it's not the move man.
"I know I should be but that crowd is not my crowd," I responded. Chaehyun smiled and said,
"That's why you need to show up beside me, You wouldn't leave me alone would you,"
My eyes narrowed at my paramour, and her eyes widened with arousal. she loved playing into my possessive nature as it always served to get her so wet and typically gave into whatever demand she had
"I'd never," I growled. Chaehyun smiled and then said
"Great so we fly out in two and a half weeks. We will need to get you a suit here." she smiled at me knowing she had trapped me so elegantly.
“Oh, tiger before I forget I need to talk to you about something important,” I say and before I finish I feel Chaehyun’s anxiety spike. She looks at me with her scared puppy dog eyes and she does the thing she always does when she's anxious she fucks me feral until both of us black out and pass out.
The next day I woke up before her and I stared at her. She looked so peaceful but also so sexy. I caress her side as she rests and watch as she turns over to look at me with a sultry look that sets my loins on a blaze.
“Hey Rex you ready for the next round,” she says seductively.
“While I would love nothing more than to lock you in a mating press right now I think we should talk. I want to preface this by saying upfront. Nothing is wrong with us. It's just that something has happened to me and I want…no think you should know.
Chaehyun stiffens her erect nipples and stares at me as she does and she begins the lewdest display yet. She opens her legs and begins to play with herself in front of me.
"Okay Rexy but after you fill me up," she says seductively.
Tired of this game I respond with, "No I need to talk to you!"
Chaehyun looks into my eyes and moves towards me.
"Please Rexy right after my worthless pussy needs you. Aren't you gonna fill your worthless barren cumdump?" she asks. Her choice of words is concerning because I know she has been super sensitive about being barren recently.
"Chaehyun look it's not about that I..." Was all I could get out before she was on me like a predator cornering its prey. She was kissing me and pushing all my erogenous zones hoping I would discard my concerns. What she didn't count on (and to be honest neither did I. Was my lust and protectiveness combining.)
"Listen here you slut. You are a dirty slut, but you are so much more than just a cumdump. You are my mate, mine to abuse, but you do not get to talk down to yourself as only some worthless sex object. Now you are going to listen to what I have to say then I am going to breed your pretty pusy do I make myself clear slut?" I growl and command. Chaehyun's mewls as she submits to me. My Lust and protectiveness still lead me to continue. "Do you understand Slut?" I growl in a low tone, "Or will I have to leave you untouched." That sent Chaehyun out of her stupor as she nodded.
"Good. now observe." I said as I showed her the flame wisps. Her eyes went wide when she saw them, but before either of us could talk I flipped her and bent her over taking my hard cock and plunging it deep into her pussy. it was sodden and dripping a puddle under her which made entry easy because this was the most molded and fit to my dick she has ever been. I grab her pillowy tits and begin slow and power thrusts into her cunt.
"Good Girl," I cooed as ravaged her. Her moans are an excellent motivator.
"Wait, Dino. We need to talk about..." Chaehyun began. I quickly cut her off.
"You wanted me to fuck you first, you got me all riled up and I am finishing. I am breeding you and you are going to bear me children." I growled as I continued to piston into her pleasant pussy. her slick drenched my cock as I claimed her. I felt her body tense, any time I mention breeding her, her body goes into this weird but sexy catatonic state where her body milks me for all I am worth. growing tired of doggy I pull out lift her tiny body onto the bed pin her legs up above her ears and put her into mating press.
"Oh God, Breed me," Chaehyun moans. I continue to piston as her cavern squelches and tightens around me. her lower lips drool for me in a lewd mirror of the upper ones as I feel something change about this time. I can't think about it too long as I get caught up in the moment and lose control exploding into her pussy. My orgasm is violent and long as I feel like I am cumming in her for hours (it was 7 or so minutes) but I keep pounding into her. My only thought was filling her with my seed. Chaehyun moans as she climaxes calms down and climaxes again through my orgasm as I just continue to dump rope after rope after rope of cum inside her. My brain is both clear and mush at the same time when the haze of lust finally clears. Chaehyun looks at me satiated and full.
"What happened to you? You never do that?" she said
"You did that. You talking bad about yourself made me angry and horny."
"Well, maybe I should degrade myself more often because fuck, you have never cum this much." I shake my head and get back to the bed to hold her close by spooning her. She looks at my face her eyes widen.
"Oh that changed you, I changed you," she said. she grabs her phone and opens the camera and my eyes have this intense teal sclera that permeates around them. Chaehyun giggled, before saying, "Okay enough cuddles we have work we need to do." I nod and get ready for the day.
over the next week, we prepare for the Gala and I start noticing things about Chaehyun. her energy is sapped a lot easier. she is a lot more aggressive with others and snippy including with me, but also her need to fuck is increased as well, she is almost always demanding more sex. I've had to now spend entire lunch breaks just to satisfy her in addition to our morning and night rituals, and I am worried. thankfully though it doesn't cloud her judgment as she has been excellent in handling the zoo with me and making sure everything is running smoothly, and as we approach the time of the Gala her focus diverts to that.
she's taking the spearhead on most of it so I just stay in the background letting her do her thing. On one of the nights, I managed to get some time and talk to Tony.
"Hey little bro," I greet him after the zoo closes.
Tony "smiles" as he greets me but his head tilts.
"You're mate where is she?"
"She is getting things ready for an event she wants us to go to, so I figured I talk to you as she has been consuming my time a lot lately,"
"Is that wise because she is with child?" Amaterasu (She was also there cuddling with Tony.) I blink repeatedly processing what I just heard
"Oh and how do you know this?" I ask my two Magnamalo friends.
"She is going through the shift," Tony clearly says, "As have you," he adds.
I nod and then say, "Okay then I will go address that right now."
For those unaware megafauna *who only pair-bond once* (specifically females) go through a shift when they become pregnant the first time. Essentially the hormones that promote breeding triple in and their bodies become a baby-making factory for 4 cycles of gestation. this means that typically for those 3-5 years of gestation, all they want to do is breed and nurse their babies and breed again. they become hostile to any nonmale that is a non-mate or familial tie, and other females. (More so to other females) I never considered this though because she was missing the key symptom. lactation
I arrive home to tell her the news and when I arrive and open the door I smell her before I see her. I also smell the smell of cookies but more so the scent of her arousal. to me, it smells like what my brain associates comfort which is smores. her scent drives me wild I feel my cock strain in my pants as I quickly close the door. the sound of squelching in the distance is all I hear along with banshee-level moans.
"Tiger," I call out slightly frightened as to what could be waiting for me in our apartment. the response is bone-chilling.
I hear a growl and the scent begins to become even more intense.
"Rexy left me all alone, and now he's back. Rexy is going to be a good boy and let his tiger ride him right?" her voice takes on a tone I have never heard. somewhere between sultry and wildly deranged. it's as sexy as it is tense. Her eyes have the same teal sclera as mine and she radiates this intense sexual aura that is intense, to say the least. my body gives in to her demands as she approaches. My cock becomes painfully hard and starts to dump arousal into my blood. my mind begins to cloud but I try to fight it.
"Hey Tiger is everything okay?" I ask meekly.
"Yeah. I just was making cookies with ice cream because I have been having all these random cravings and just this desire for my man hit me. I couldn't help it. I have been fucking myself for hours but I can't cum. So I am going to need you and that dick of yours to finish me off." I look behind her to see a trail of her slick on the floor. She brings her hands to my head and lowers my head to be even with hers. she looks me in the eyes, and I see her eyes have become slits her pupils a dark crimson color.
"Don't worry Rexy Mommy will take good care of you," she whispers. I feel my body starting to burn arousal too. I had something I needed to tell her something important, but my memory was fading fast.
"My Rexy is trying so hard to think right now," she says as she strokes my cock. (Wait when did I get naked, when did she get on top of me? When did we get to our bedroom?)
as if hearing my thoughts Chaehyun said, "Rexy don't fight it. Mommy just wants to help her, so please give in." her words sent me over the edge and I blacked out.
The next day I woke up with my collar covered in hickeys and my back with scratch marks. My dick is still rock hard though as I look down at it I scold it.
"Can you go down would you?" but it remains hard nonetheless. I smell bacon and other breakfast foods as I get up and put some boxers on. I walk to the kitchen where Chaehyun only has an apron on, while she cooks breakfast.
"Hey, Daddy. thanks for last night you were an animal." Chaehyun said.
"I groaned and replied, "Well at least you remembered it and enjoyed it. I don't remember anything." Chaehyun smiled before saying
"You came in me four times and passed out after the fifth, but I need another round." she cooed. at that point, the brain fog cleared and I was able to tell Chae.
"Um, Tiger I think you're going through the shift," I state calmly. Chae looks at me and licks her lips
"Um, I don't think so. I am not lactating, and my sex drive hasn't increased. we fuck the same amount." She said as she was actively looking at my crotch and licking her lips. I let that slide and go for a different approach because I know if I press the issue it's going to awaken both of our prey drives and it will evolve into an argument and lead to us fucking for hours on end. We had stuff to do today and I couldn't afford to get behind. Our flight to Korea was tonight. Containing her would be exceptionally difficult. So I play her game
"Okay, do you need any help?"
"Oh thanks, Rexy but no I am pretty much done."
"Okay, I will start the dishes then."
Chaehyun smiles. She knows I hate doing them so she's pleasantly surprised I decide to. As I do the dishes Chaehyun comes from behind and lowers my boxers. My hard cock is quickly caressed by her soft hands.
"Chaehyun, please. We need to pack."
"No we need to fuck then we can pack," she says as she caresses me with her other hand.
"My marks are still present good. that will let them know you're mine," she says luridly. I groan as one of my major verbal pleasure points is her claiming me as hers.
"God yes!" I moan. "I am yours and yours alone," I affirm. Chaehyun tightens her grip on me.
"Good boy I am glad you know your place. by my side, or in me." she cooed while stroking me.
Her arousal is beginning to overwhelm my brain again. I can't afford to black out here but I want nothing more than just to breed her again and again and again. I feel her take off the apron and feel her soft body press into mine.
“Stop fighting it, join me. I know you feel the need as much as I do. Your rationality just makes you fight it. Give in to your instincts and let the animal out,” my mate whispers as she strokes me slowly. “Please I want you with me not the repressed blackout you. I want my intelligent and savage mate to ravage me. not my arousal-drunk partner,” she whispers and her hands wrap around my body, I try to stay focused but it's hard.
“Rexy embrace it stop fighting it please let it take you. You need it.” Chaehyun encourages and I start to feel my body heat up uncontrollably. I see the wisps begin to float around me.
“That's it babe be at peace with an animal inside don't fight it. Let your mind clear and your instincts guide you.” Chaehyun encourages I feel my mind breaking as this weird combination of ideas spill and proliferate through my mind
“Stop fighting give in,” Chaehyun cooed as her voice and hands got braver. My breathing hitches as I feel her envelope me,
“Don't black out stay with me Rexy embrace your instincts,” Chaehyun says as she has me nearing the edge, but before I can freefall she stops touching me. I turn and scowl at her. She smiles as she eats her breakfast. My throbbing cock is dripping precum as I stare at her enticing body. My brain is left overwhelmed by the myriad of thoughts and emotions I feel.
Chaehyun smirks at my discomfort as she takes another bite of her food she says, “We aren't leaving until you fuck me. Not your body, not your mind, not your dick. I'm not leaving until you give me all of you. I know it is hard to bear oneself to another but I need my mate to stop hiding. Show me who you truly are. I won't run.” her lurid whispers echo her words deep into my mind and psyche as aspects of my personality resonate in an almost supernatural hum. Chaehyun finished her plate and sauntered over to me. She caresses my face and gazes into my eyes,
“Come on Rexy aren't you tired of holding back,” and the mental barricade between my primal self and rational self breaks. I kiss her fervently as I lift one of her legs so that I can get a better angle on plowing her pussy and she wraps it around my torso. She smiles
“There he is,” she moans as I impale her on my cock. Her greedy pussy happily accepts though as she drips. She moans sweetly as I slowly plunge deeper and deeper inside. Her hands dig into my back as she tries to anchor herself from the intense pleasure building inside of her.
“You like that? You like how my cock owns your pussy so much that you have to tear me apart,” I groan as I finally bottom out inside of her. She smiles and says,
“Yes, more than anything now fill me with your cum!” I start thrusting into her deeper and harder than I ever have before and I watch her just lose herself to the pleasure. I smirk at her convulsing body as she spasms around my cock.
“You like it,” I ask smugly
“Yes, yes, yes. I can feel you hitting my womb,” she answers. I grin madly as I flood her insides with my seed and she moans overwhelmed. After our little session, we shower together and pack. Throughout the day we mate some more as Chaehyun insists on prancing around nude because she can't get enough of me, but alas we have to stop so we can catch our plane. It sucks because I was balls deep inside of her when my alarm went off.
Chaehyun glares at me as I pull out but I merely say, “Look you wanted to go on this trip. I didn't. I'm more than happy to cancel and fuck you till you're stuffed like a turkey.” I see Chaehyun’s mind fight her body as she is super enticed by the idea. I see her moan as she considers it but her mind wins out and we grab a ride to the airport.
“Ugh, why can't I say no to you,” I groan to Chaehyun who smiles before saying,
“I don't know why you thought you could beat a girl from Busan,” I laugh and kiss her cheek as we settle into the bed on the plane.
Chaehyun smiled and demanded another kiss and another and additional after that before taking my face and smashing our lips together. When she breaks it I see a familiar glint in her eye.
“No, we are not doing that I say before turning over and going to sleep next to her. Chaehyun groans annoyed.
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Fanime day 2!
Harrowhark- me
The most perfect Gideon ever- @bawdyknocker
Harrow vestige design (immediately marred by my traitorous watering eye) - @sleepysnailart
#the locked tomb#the locked tomb cosplay#Gideon the ninth#Gideon nav cosplay#Harrowhark nonagesimus cosplay#shadow stuff#her usual vestige is too complex for me to make look super good but this design is a great mixture of simple enough for me to do well#and complicated enough to look harrow appropriate#except then my eye watered so bad fucking immediately and ruined it#ffs maybe the greasepaint was better at least it wouldn’t have done THAT#doesn’t Brie look so good!!#the sword#the knuckle knives#the keys#the contacts#the shades#the muscles?!?#😘#also not to sound too humble but I’m very pleased with mine too#I was proud of my cape and ribcage and I had way better jewelry this time too#I just wish she hadn’t forgotten the best part of her knuckle knives in that first pic but it’s otherwise my fave picture of the weekend#I’m sad we didn’t get any of us together that weren’t selfies#but we did have a paid shoot and I will run here immediately when I get the pics back
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So there’s this manhwa called Match Made in Bed (no happy ending for the main couple I’m afraid but the premise is very dreamling-coded) where basically this woman is recently dumped because of how stiff she is during sex so her friends decide to hire some hosts to cheer her up. Among the hosts is this one guy who’s actually a swim instructor doing a favor for his friend but he’s actually really reserved and haughty (sound familiar?) and kind of looks down on the whole practice of escorting. Eventually the woman gets hammered and he ends up taking her to a hotel room where she entices him into sleeping with her to prove she can be a good lay and surprise surprise, their sexual compatibility is off the charts and they have sex nine times. But afterwards they don’t know how to move forward because she can’t imagine dating a host (even tho he’s not) and he can’t stand rich women who go around flaunting their money and hiring escorts (she was lying about her job as a stewardess too). But at the same time, they can’t keep their hands off each other. And so, shenanigans and misunderstandings ensue. I can totally imagine Hob and Dream in this scenario where they keep saying tonight will be the last night but then in a turn of events they keep running into each other like it’s fate, like Hob unknowingly signing up for Dream’s swim class, and who can resist a good fuck? Hob has literally never met someone who can make him cum so many times before and Dream has never had so many wet dreams. And it’s good for both of them. They’re both getting better sleep and relieving so much stress. I imagine eventually one of them will get their act together and come clean about their true job so they can finally be happy and fuck without anything holding them back.
I am now extremely obsessed with the concept of host!Dream. Or how about, Desire is actually the host, but for some reason they've persuaded Dream to fill in for them! Probably so they can have a vacation, lol. Anyway: host!Dream.
Hob is super intimidated by the gorgeous hosts that Jo organised for him, and he ends up drinking waaayy too much. He's pretty sure that the gorgeous guy with the blue eyes is actually disgusted by him (Dream is just struggling to keep smiling for hours and hours 😭) and it makes Hob feel so discouraged. When the pretty guy escorts him to the hotel room, Hob doesn't even mean to seduce him - he literally stumbled and fell into Dream’s arms. The kiss that followed just felt natural. And after that... Well. Hob usually hates drunk sex but with Dream, he feels... incredible. He doesn't even feel intoxicated. He just feels like he's floating, encased in a shroud of total pleasure.
Dream doesn't even know why he slept with the sad drunk guy, but. Even he has to admit that it was amazing. Hob might be awkward and dumb, but his body is everything Dream has ever wanted. He can hardly believe that it wasn't all just an amazing fantasy, but sure enough he wakes up with Hob the next day. And Dream IMMEDIATELY leaves. He doesn't like rich finance guys (Hob lied about his job, he's actually a teacher) and it's not like this host gig is even HIS job.
Hob wakes up alone, feeling physically amazing but emotionally devastated. Even though he's probably too jealous to handle dating a host, he can't help wishing that Dream stayed. At least for a morning blow job...
Of course the universe brings them right back together. Hob promised that he would finally learn to swim this year; Dream turns out to be his instructor. They fuck down in the shallow end of the pool after Hob learns to float (who needs to swim when you can cling onto a sexy man while he fucks you?), Dream shows up to pick his nephew up from school and runs in to Hob as he comes out from teaching a class. They don't have time to do anything but make out messily in a supply cupboard, but it's still incredible...
They still refuse to talk about their obvious perfect physical compatability. Hob still believes that Dream isn't really into him. Dream still can't pluck up the courage to actually speak to him. Every other week they end up in some kind of compromising position - Dream has memorised all the little scars on Hob��s body, and he's kissed every single one of them. Hob can't get off by himself anymore, not without Dream inside him.
The only consolation: Desire is back from vacation, soon. If anyone can get the idiots together, they can. But Desire isn't always inclined to be helpful... and they might just make everything worse!
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any smut fic recs? 👀
OOOH YES!! my main consumption is literally 90% pwps and/or contains smut, and about 95% are dmhp fics 🫣 i do enjoy plot-heavy fics, but i like when there is spice!
i made this drarry praise kink fic rec list before, check that out! here are some other ones:
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all hues in his controlling by wolfpants (1k)
harry de-ages himself for kinky birthday sex with draco. morally grey and hot indulgence of age difference and virginity kink.
the best treasure is up harry's arse by bafflinghaze (2k)
bratty harry feat. draco's dirty mouth and obsession with his arse. ticks off all the kinks i want in a fic 🥴
smart brevity by lucifergraced (3k)
draco malfoy is an arse man. he likes what he sees, he will take what he wants. uniform kink and fingers in mouth. that's it.
arms and elbows by iota_after_dark (3k)
harry is desperate to please draco, which means trying something new - fisting. draco is so bossy and hot here. also they're weirdo roommates w/ zero boundaries lol.
dirty fucking dangles by p1013 (5k)
hockey players who get the hots for e/o's impressive athleticism. is it normal to have a crush on someone who will literally crush and bruise you on the ice? not unless you like impact play!
all i have to do by fluxweed (9k)
draco expects a hyper-realistic sexual fantasy and unknowingly ends up w/ the real deal. harry leaves hermione hanging for an hour to indulge in this sudden dreams-come-true sexcapade. oops.
just a trial run by tenthousandyears (9k)
d/s fic that blew my mind. plays with alcohol kink, praise kink, "sex worker" kink, consensual dub-con, and more. discovering what they like and realizing they love e/o by doing lots of debauchery!
the complete idiot's guide to losing your entire mind by oknowkiss (10k)
utterly depraved. no nut november concept where draco greedily controls harry's orgasms and harry is super sex-dumb. i love the pipeline of fwb to "i love you, didn't you know we've been dating?"
two weeks by shiftylinguini (21k)
overprotective possessive veela harry, who is emotionally sick until he "meaningfully connects" w/ his important person... aka, draco! the sexual tension and pining is portrayed so well, and creatively manifests in harry's new veela body. i love this wry humor, no-nonsense draco so much.
lusimeles by orphan_account (23k)
devastatingly tender. harry is self-destructive in dealing w/ his trauma, but Mr. Draco Malfoy wrecks his plans. draco just knows what needy harry wants and needs, which is to be taken care of, loved, and kept. i love this line from harry: "how nice it was to be understood without words." 🥹
only for october by dodgerkedavra (53k, wip)
lovely fic disguised as an unassuming "fwb have a kinky month of sex" story. drarry deal with inner demons by taking care of e/o through sex to ground themselves in reality. they fall in love in the process AND there's an intriguing mystery plot. it's so good.
whisky-tango-foxtrot by vukovich (58k)
transformed my life. i've read this like 5 times? unrelentingly absurd and over-the-top funny with refreshing characterization and humor. drarry's animagus traits seep into their human behaviors, leading to adrenaline junkie, horny trashy slut harry x inexperienced, dramatic, mate-for-life draco. this fic isn't for everyone, but it's a hot wild ride.
#found fics that actually have plots#idr how i found w-t-f (just realized it makes this abbreviation WHICH IS SO?? IT REALLY IS LIKE A WHIRLWIND OF WTF??)#but i am so glad i found it#i tend to reread the same smut fics too lol they're faves for a reason!#drarry#drarry smut#drarry fics
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(REALISTIC) CREEPYPASTA HEADCANNONS ☆
feat. jeff the killer, nina the killer, jane the killer, clockwork, toby, laughing jack, eyeless jack.
JTK
i feel like he smells like cigarettes and blood. like he REEKS of blood, but its not like a disgusting stinky ass smell. i think the pastas often shower in victims homes.
he doesn't actually hate his brother. he's actually happy that he survived. its just, hes an asshole and doesn't know how to resolve confict, so he doesn't talk to liu.
probably makes fun of toby alot. for everything.
i dont actually think they all live in a manor. realistically, they dont know each other. jeff specifically, lives in an old warehouse. (im a hypocrite. i still write them living in a manor despite my own headcannon 😜)
he has like, really long hair. its long, black, heat damaged at the ends and, middle parted. he doesn't have a cute uwu emo boy haircut. he probably DID before he snapped, but thats long gone.
he pierced himself on his nose, ears, bridge, eyebrow, and lip. his ears got infected.
JANE
RAGING lesbian
she doesn't even talk to jeff. she hates him, yeah, but she doesn't actively try and reach out and/or kill him. she has trauma from him. she doesnt seek out the main cause of her ptsd.
she probably has a smoker voice. like she sounds like a chain smoker.
she definitely WAS goth before, but she doesn't really dress it now. it would be hard to be on the run, killing, and constantly getting into combat dressed in full goth attire.
not to mention, it would make her so noticeable to police and detectives.
i imagine her wearing the leggings with the rips down the legs, and a tank top with maybe some band on it.
definitely a little chubby.
shes definitely poc. you cannot tell me otherwise.
NINA
she didn't cut up her face. she puts on makeup. lets be real.
she still keeps her pretty scene hair. its black with a few pink raccoon tails.
i dont think she actually ever killed anyone.
her parents put her in a psych ward after going through her computer.
id say, realistically, she got super interested in jeffs case. after a while, she became obsessed with him.
her parents quickly ended that whole thing, sending her to the ward.
she escaped and literally never went back home.
like, she has missing posters out there.
she spends her whole time trying to find jeff.
shes never actually met him.
CLOCKWORK
shes RIPPED.
i like to think shes also lesbian, and jane and her definitely have a situationship
green eyes
okay. there is no POSSIBLE way a human can put a clock inside of their eyeball. she just went crazy and probably stabbed her eye out or some shit.
look, i KNOW that the clock is her whole gimmick, but come on yall.
tank top, blue hoodie and jeans.
very tumblr 2014 core outfits.
she probably did wrestling in school
her hair is like almost ginger, but still brunette.
TOBY
his hair is really fluffy.
he has brown eyes.
his mouth gash never healed because he never got it taken care of.
i feel like his breath smells REALLY good. mans is so nervous abt his scent, hes scared he'll smell like jeff.
always has a tic tac in his mouth.
he has scars on his tongue, he used to bite down on it when he would tic.
black hoodie and blue jeans. black converse. simple outfits yall.
he made himself watch shocking content in his early years to TRY and feel something. It didn't work, but it helped him snap and become insane.
he doesnt work for slenderman, but he heard about it and his schizophrenia makes him hallucinate him. So, he THINKS he works for him, but he doesn't.
hes not annoying uwu "hey masky" boy. he's quiet and afraid of fucking up any attempt at social interactions or relationships. when he DOES get comfortable with people he knows, ex; masky, hoodie, etc..hes LOUD and really vulgar about his jokes.
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#creepypasta#slenderverse#headcannons#jtk x reader#janethekiller#clockwork#ticci toby#creepypasta x reader#fyp#tumblr
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