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The thing about Ollie is that she never hesitates to do good - she throws a rock to help Coco, she tries to tell the kids on the bus to flee - but she doesn’t believe that any good will come of it anymore. It’s not that she needs to learn to be kind, it’s that she needs to learn that kindness means something, it’s not just a habit.
#and that's about her PARENTS because that constant stepping into be good#even when she claims she hates everyone#that's because kindness has been drilled into her from birth! because her parents LOVE HER#her mother AND her father!#her mother advises! her father PROVIDES#small spaces#guess who's listening to the audio book and having a whole moment
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Those JM and JK being ‘subtle’ moments - Part 7
Part 7 of maybe (?) more to come that is.
Or...
A page from JM and JK’s book of “How do we do the couple in the group without others noticing it (or so they thought)”.
cr./to the owners of the media in this post.
Pss...don’t tell anyone, but this one is going to be on the shorter side.
Ok, so last time I addressed their sus selfies, and this time let’s address a few moments they created/decided to share with us,
The photos we discussed, now let’s talk about the posts, clips, creations.
We’ll start with the moments they created and decided to upload themselves:
Own it.
Wtf was that?
True, those innocent army’s will see an innocent dance practice. But was it really?
Just the two of them (JK is working the camera), in what looks like late at night, lights dimmed, them dancing to super elicit song and lyrics. Oh, and dare I mention woody?
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Do I also mention this clip was uploaded to BangtanTV most probably by the two of them on the night following the very famous Tokyo Vlive?
Same one we have Hobi teasing JM as he leaves him ‘alone’ with the camera.
Same one JM tells us how he was craving salty all while devouring what looks like a gyoza, looking behind the camera and giggling.
Same one JM talks about how hungry he is while stuffing a sausage in his mouth, again, looking behind the camera and giggling.
Same night this specific clip was uploaded for all of us to see.
GCFT
JK’s masterpiece creation.
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The one he was oh so proud of and oh so happy when he uploaded it for all of us to see.
Many choices were made, the actual footage used, the editing, the soundtrack.
As I’ve called it in the past, JK’s love ode to JM.
JK being JM’s toy
Like WHAT????
Really JM?
Why don’t you just tell the whole world, eh?
And if you already mentioned it JM, what kind of toy are we talking about here???
Euphoria studio practice JK’s birthday
Cute clip. And JM uploading it for JK’s birthday cute too.
But what were they doing, eh?
And why did he leave the smacking lips sound? Did JM not hear of editing? Or, option 2, did he not listen to the clip prior to uploading it?
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And the post itself...
Translated into:
Now, of course it could just be us jumping to conclusions with the sound effects, and still, the playfulness, so couplie. And JM deciding to post is a little questionable to me.
Next up, moments they created and that were decided to share, not always clear who the decision maker was nor the reasoning behind:
JM letting us know JK likes to kiss... a happy JM indeed.
How JK has changed... Used to just hear JM say the word kiss and go running to the hills (nah, just a little exaggeration here), lol.
But really, how attitudes do change...
JK wants JM, ahm...
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Can’t help but wonder how this one slipped by. Yeah, I guess some could think JK is joking around, but his insistence, repeating himself time after time until JM has to stop him, telling him the audio isn’t good, lol.
JK and his buttocks fascination - again
JK and his JM fancam
I know I said not selfies today, but this one I just have to share. And I kind of think it falls within the loophole of not actually being a Jikook selfie.
JK’s hickey selfie
Ok, so why in hell did JK post this one?
I get it, it was used as leverage against JM during their JinJikook live to stop him from leaving.
Then why post it at the end?
What did JM do, or perhaps not do to bring this about? Lol.
*Special thanks to @unlyshedstar for helping me find some of these moments to share with you.
To be continued? You guys tell me.
But I do need your help. Send me moments and ideas you would like to see in this series of posts. You can leave them in the comments or DM me.
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JTTW Chapter 1 Thoughts
I finally managed to sit myself down and read the first chapter for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group!
So I have actually decided on dual-reading each chapter. As I have a physical copy of Anthony C. Yu’s translation I read that one first, though afterwards I looked at the J.F. Jenner translation as well, which ultimately made me come to the decision of reading both versions each chapter. While Anthony C. Yu's version has more definitive detail, J.F. Jenner's is just easier to understand. It is very much a sense of I kind of got it the first read including the major points, but I really connected some additional dots with the second.
Additionally I'll be listening to the Audio Drama Series on YouTube by @jttwaudiodrama, the chapters that are available so far anyway, which honestly might be my personal favourite already. I adore that they use the Mandarin names at least once when they come up for the first time and they use the original measurements and such! It was so weird reading "36 feet and 5 inches", partially because I use the metric system, meanwhile “3 Zhang 6 Chi and 5 Cun” felt far more natural to hear. The Production Notes for each chapter are great too!
Now onto some of the thoughts that came up in my mind while reading!
“It’s free real estate.” When the monkeys were moving into Shuilian Cave that’s what immediately entered my mind.
Also something I found interesting is that the stone mansion was abandoned seemingly in a somewhat hasty manner? At least that’s how it came across to me with it not being completely clean, but there still being leftovers on the table. That or the previous owner didn’t care much for keeping things orderly, it could be either really.
Very much love the anti-grindset vibes when Sun Wukong sees how focused on fortune and fame humans are always striving for more. They are practically working themselves to death without ever stopping to just live in the moment for a while and are never satisfied with what they have either. One ought to think if you are already a prime minister as mentioned in the poem you have more than enough wealth to live comfortably.
One could argue that since they believe in reincarnation, which might even be a confirmed fact there, they might think they will be able to relax in another life. However when would that life come around then, if they just continue with this work ethic lifetime after lifetime? If they simply want their children to have a comfortable life, why would they be perpetuating this mindset actively preventing them from having one?
Then you have the woodcutter as the exception to the rule, who doesn't have much, but is still rather content outside of genuinely valid concerns regarding getting enough food on the table.
This whole issue being brought up so early in the book already puts it in a very good light. Looking forward to the story's further exploration of these topics!
Rounding out with something sweet, one of the animals Sun Wukong befriends in the Anthony C. Yu translation is a civet, which I didn’t know what it was, so I looked it up. They are so adorable! Just look at their big ol’ eyes and cute little snoot! Precious!
This is an Asian Palm Civet specifically, which I guess might be the kind he could have met. Something I read on African Civets specifically, which I assume goes for other kinds of civets as well to some extend at least, is that they are not felines which one might guess at first glance. They are more closely related to weasels or mongooses instead!
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YOU GUUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSS
ok so while I was peeling KT tape off my tits for two agonizing hours, I listened to the first two Earth and Beyond stories from from the Tales From the TARDIS vol 2 CD I impulse bought two weeks ago. (still not actually the most money I've spent on a DW thing. Thanks Short Trips Zodiac)
So I only got about 6 minutes into the last story, The People's Temple, before I finished getting the tape off and jumped in the shower, but as for the first two:
Okay, so Bounty (Peter Anghelides): perfectly serviceable short, nothing to write home about really. Takes place, as far as I can tell, immediately after The Eight Doctors. Some aliens who I can't tell if they're supposed to be ambiguously gay or not die in a rather gruesome way that kind of gets laughed off, Eight and Sam have a lot of cute character moments. The most notable thing about the story, and in fact the reason I bought the damn disc in the first place, is Eight and Sam playing Never Have I Ever and the Doctor (psychically?) noting that Sam 'kissed Annie Watson'. Sam's bisexuality, stated in ways both deeply subtle and deeply obscure, is nevertheless textually explicit in multiple forms. Given this story was originally released I think before Seeing I, this might be the first explicit confirmation. [EDIT: Seeing I came out it June of '98, Bounty in September, so nvmd. But still.] So that's historically significant, and obviously cool for Sam, but the rest of the story is solidly just average.
HOWEVER.
The next story in the Earth and Beyond section, Dead Time is uh. Is super wild and weird and definitely feels like it came from a similar place as Alien Bodies. There are bits of it that superficially feel like Scherzo, but this came out five years earlier. There's a few off-hand mentions of ideas that the War in Heaven Arc uses, and it strangely enough does a similar walk backward through the Doctor's timeline as The Eight Doctors, but for more interesting reasons. (Also it's only a couple lines, rather than literally a whole book, so there's that). It's weird and spooky and atmospheric and I really wasn't expecting anything particularly special in a series of audio-only short prose stories that nobody ever even bothered to fully transcribe, as far as I've seen. There's ten hours' worth of stories on the disc that I have (Earth and Beyond being only one section) and I intend to listen through the rest of them obvs, but Dead Time was so unexpectedly cool I had to mention it now.
If anyone knows of an available transcription of these stories, lmk. I think I'm gonna try to transcribe at least the Earth and Beyond stories and I'm deffs gonna upload the audio, unless someone else has already done it. If these are readily available and I just look like an idiot for never having found them before, uh I guess let me know that too?
#eighth doctor#eighth doctor adventures#big finish#(it's not actually BF but I'm sure BF enjoyers will be interested)#samantha jones#doctor who#megan whines into the empty abyss of cyberspace
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jilly's week in review?
I guess or something. Idek y'all, I was gonna try and do reviews but then I just rambled about what I did instead, so this is clearly gonna need a format revamp next week
anyway
READING
Finished Daughter of Witches
and also St. Peter's Fair, which I had started AGES ago and sort of lost track of, but I'm doing the January Challenge on TheStoryGraph and couldn't decide what to read next but needed to get my pages in, so I went digging for random shit and I have read it before and watched all the Cadfael mysteries so it's not like it was hard to get into to finish it so I could save my streak.😅
Read A House with Good Bones (on purpose from start to finish in one day!) because T. Kingfisher/Ursula Vernon is absofuckinglutely one of my favorites.
(There's a thought here about my occasional forays into the horror genre, and how some horror is almost kind of cozy because it's about protecting what we love from what we fear, and that is very much a Kingfisher kind of thing, but that might need a new post and a more functional brain to figure out where I'm going with that.)
Listened to a little bit more of IT while doing housework; I'm not great at audio books except when I'm driving, but sometimes I can manage a little (and I didn't want to distract myself from dishes by picking up a new book instead). Stephen Weber is an excellent narrator btw, for anyone who's curious.
WATCHING
The husband was sick last week, and I was only sort of doing shit either, so he kind of just put the TV on and let it go and I definitely will not manage a nice list with links like I did with books. There was some M*A*S*H, (oh, I did finally watch the special that recently came out on Hulu), and RoboCop (largely because Thing 1 gave the husband the new game for Christmas) and several different Predator movies of various quality, and a bunch of other stuff I am not thinking of at the moment. I know I picked a couple and watched them myself but with everything else I can't remember what?
Also some Mythbusters when Thing 2 picked something to watch for awhile, which is pretty much always entertaining even when we're like: your sample size is nonexistent and just because you can't do it doesn't mean someone who knows what they're doing couldn't have done it so are you SURE you should have busted that? 😅
PLAYING
I got Garden Story for Christmas and got through the quest-lines and realized I was quite far away from all the upgrades, so I've been periodically poking at it and trying to get my villages/tools better before trying the Final Boss. I have had a good time with Concord though, it's fun, I'm just not sure the leveling functions, such as they are, are paced/balanced quite right? 😅 (Or perhaps I'm just Bad At Fighting In Cozy Games? This does seem to be a bit of a trend tbqh, probably why I liked Wylde Flowers' lack of combat so much.) I also have found VERY FEW of the memories/weird achievements so that's a thing I'm probably going to have to look up hints for soon-ish...
(I did finish Potion Permit last year, which is great, I recommend it whole-heartedly: the potion building mechanic is usually pretty solid, it has good characters, a nice aesthetic, I did actually mostly have fun rolling around and fighting things/gathering stuff, but I did reach the end of the main quest and then go... huh, is that it? just because it, yk, kept going after the finale but there didn't seem to be anything there beyond like, a couple personal quests that needed materials I couldn't unlock until the end.)
MORE ENTERTAININGLY I THINK, we did also play some board games
Paint The Roses is QUITE HARD with only two people even if you stick to the medium level whims; or maybe I'm just not that smart?!? We did in fact survive without getting our heads' chopped off by the Queen of Hearts, but we legit guessed the last two puzzles so. Dumb Luck™️ is not nearly as reliable as actually figuring out how to plot your plants better.
We did Escape the Dark Sector (with more people this time, tbf) on our first try though! That was pretty delightful. It is atmospheric and potentially almost deadly without feeling too awful at any point! Also I got to punch a tentacle monster!
Mice & Mystics can go dramatically bad if your dice aren't on your side and you do like, one stupid thing to compound that, and then if you're invested enough to start over you can suddenly realize you've been moving tiny plastic mice and bugs around the table for like four hours and still only got through the first chapter... but not regret it at all because you like your mice and are very proud of them for finally making it!
Can you tell we like co-op games? 🤣🤣🤣
(I did also do some rearranging so the game room was comfier, so like, win/win I adulted and played!)
THERE WAS NO WRITING OR CROSS-STITCHING OR PAINTING OR ANYTHING ELSE THIS WEEK, so uh. Clearly my balance of activities is bonkers and I should maybe get off the couch/game chair(s) a bit more often.
#jilly spam#jilly reads#jilly has a gaming problem#favorite shows#I guess for the brief MASH mention?#I can definitely recommend#a house with good bones#for feels and family dysfunction and weird/terrible magic shit and a Vulture and terrifying roses!#plus some interesting tangents on how batshit people can get#including historical examples!#(not that historical)#that makes no sense sorry I'll stop now#tag spam#week in review#will probably need a better tag for that too#but that is a problem#for tomorrow!jilly
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Devon has upgraded his podcast and is now able to interview guests. This is the audio transcript of a very special edition of the podcast:
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Devon: Welcome back to my podcast, today I have a very special guest, and honestly I’ve been looking forward to this all week. It took a lot of work to arrange this interview, and I’m proud to say that I’m interviewing the infamous slasher Charles Lee Ray, better known as Chucky!
Chucky: Hey, great to be here.
Devon: I also have my boyfriend Jake here in order to restrain him. He’s waving- Jake, they can’t see you, this is an audio recording, maybe say hi instead?
Jake: Hi.
Devon: As you can see he’s very talkative… anyway, let’s start with the first question. Chucky, as some of the listeners may know, you’ve made quite a name for yourself as a killer doll, but you were also quite prolific as a human, would you mind talking about one of your favourite murders or crimes committed as a human?
Chucky: Of course, the only problem is that there’s so many good ones that it’s hard to pick… damn it, I knew a question like this was gonna come up, but I didn’t prepare for it, isn’t that stupid?
Devon: It’s not stupid at all Chucky- can I call you Chucky?
Chucky: Sure, I hate being called Charles anyway, and Mr Ray was my father- may he rest in peace.
Devon: Okay, would you like to move on then? I have a few more questions I can ask in the meantime.
Chucky: No, no, I thought of three, is that alright?
Devon: Sure, I’m sure my listeners are just as excited to hear about your past as I am.
Chucky: Okay, I guess my first pick is when I killed my mom. Nothing special, but it got me started, and it’s always good to remember where you come from, keeps you grounded y’know? My second pick was the whole thing with Vivian Van Pelt. Again, nothing notable there, but the misunderstanding over her ring meant that I eventually got married, and… well, Tiff and I get on sometimes, and she gave me two… interesting kids, so it all worked out for the best, right? My final pick was this one murder where I managed to get my hands on a chainsaw, the blood went everywhere! Tiff was pissed cause I made a mess on her new white rug, but we were both laughing our asses off when the cops found the body and one of ‘em slipped and fell in the blood on live tv. Classic.
Jake: Devon, we’re gonna get arrested or something over this, should we really continue this?
Devon: Shh, Jake! You know why we’re doing this! Now Chucky, it’s interesting that you mentioned your mother, mind talking our listeners through the process behind that first kill?
Chucky: I’d be happy to. So basically I had a knife in my hand and an oppressive situation I had to get out of. That’s pretty much it.
Devon: That’s it? No remorse, no deeper reasoning? Didn’t you love her?
Chucky *scoffing*: Nah, I always preferred my dad, mom never let me stay up past my bedtime, but dad did. Oh yeah, sorry about your mom by the way. We good?
Devon: …Sure. I’d like to ask about how you got into voodoo, because I’ve always been quite curious about that.
Chucky: Well I was stalking potential victims at a bar one time and I came across this girl who was reading the book Voodoo for Dummies. I started a conversation with her and she told me more about voodoo. I killed her obviously, but what she was talking about really interested me, so I bought my own copy of the book and found a voodoo doctor to teach me more, Doctor Death - his real name was John and I killed him too - so yeah that’s about it.
Devon: That’s so interesting! Now I’d like to take a break from the crime from a moment and get to know the man behind the murders. I’ll start with an easy one, what’s your favourite movie genre?
Chucky: Horror, no questions asked. If it’s got blood, terror and screaming, I’m down.
Devon: I thought you’d say that. Following on, what’s your favourite horror movie?
Chucky: The Shining. I loved it as a human and I love it now, a classic movie based on a classic book that I’ve read eight times.
Devon: Does all work and no play make Chucky a dull boy?
Chucky: Ha, nice reference! And yeah, I’d say so, I like to have fun.
Devon: Glad you liked the reference. What’s your favourite not strictly horror movie?
Chucky: One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. I love the psychological drama elements, and it reminds me of the times I was in a mental hospital.
Devon: Do you… see yourself in any of the characters? Not even like emotions wise, just like, based off of physical appearance?
Chucky: …Nope. I do like Nurse Ratchet though.
Devon: Really? Even if I show you this picture of yourself as a human and… give me a sec- this picture of the character Billy Bibbit?
Chucky: No, not seeing anything…
Devon: That’s weird. Do you see what I’m talking about Jake?
Jake: You know what, you’re right! He totally looks like-
Chucky: We seem to be going on some weird tangent, any other questions?
Devon: Yeah, sorry about getting sidetracked there.
Chucky: No worries.
Devon: Okay, continuing on, what’s your favourite book?
Chucky: Anything by Steven King, the man’s a literary genius.
Devon: So he’s your favourite author then?
Chucky: Totally.
Devon: Alright, two more questions. The first is, do you regret anything?
Chucky: No, I’m pretty happy with life.
Devon: Okay, now I don’t regret what’s about to happen.
Chucky: What do you mean?
Devon: Final question-
Chucky *thrashing to break free*: What the hell’s going on?
Devon: Don’t worry about it. Jake, tie him to that chair and step back.
Chucky: What?!
Devon: Final question.
Andy *kicking the door open and bursting into the room, cocking a gun*: Hands where I can see ‘em!
Devon: Are you ready?
Chucky *sighing*: Damn it, this is why I don’t do interviews…
#chucky#chucky series#childs play#bride of chucky#cult of chucky#one flew over the cuckoo's nest#the shining#stephen king#charles lee ray#tiffany valentine#chiffany#devon evans#jake wheeler#andy barclay#glen ray#glenda ray#horror#fanfiction#fanfic#crack
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I actually theorized in a dl discord server that Rejet is probably releasing just merch because it's the only thing they can release right now because of yuma's va situation. They did prospone house of vampire because of it so I guess they can't do a new cd drama series nor game because of it too so they can just do merch for now LOL
I do appreciate that Rejet were put in a tight spot when he went on hiatus and that they need to keep making money somehow, I just think the amount of merch they've put out in the past two weeks alone has been kind of intense (and it's already picked up a lot over the past year or so). Like I'm very grateful for the new Bloody Rose Party art, I just wish they'd space things out a little more so it actually felt like I had some chance of affording more of it rather than being forced to pick out of a sea of options.
Truthfully I don't even see how it benefits Rejet to put so much merch out in such a short span of time because surely even Japanese fans who don't have to pay for shipping costs are going to have a finite budget over such a short window. I don't know maybe I'm severely underestimated people's salaries.
Also I thought Yuma's VA's hiatus finished back in March? I respect that because of his hiatus, he may now be very busy which might delay House of Vampire even further, but given that the last news we got was over 6 months ago, I would honestly appreciate an update on it (even if it's just, hey sorry, it will come out but it's going to be more of a wait) more than merch featuring recycled artwork.
Unfortunately because the last new CD I listened to was Shin's Daylight CD, which I honestly think is the weakest of his solo CDs script wise, and after the whole incident with Subaru's Daylight CD and the downright confusing ending of Young Blood, my current impression of Rejet is not the most positive it's ever been. Previously I've been fully in their corner, especially with the large number of issues they have with audios getting pirated, but the massive amount of merch featuring recycled artwork recently on top of all of the new merch-only releases have left me feeling that like they're going for a bit of a cash grab.
And it's not just DL either, I've been a fan of a couple of their other CD series (ones that are nothing to do with Yuma's VA), but I think at the moment the only CDs they have coming out are some Dear Vocalist ones?
Honestly I just really hope the illustration X book is good. I don't want to sound super negative, like I said I am grateful for the new art and that they've created as much for DL as they have, it's just getting harder and harder for me to convince myself that they haven't just decided to take the easy road product wise by switching from making CDs to focusing almost solely on merch.
#I hope you have a lovely day Tsuki#Gahhh I feel like I sound like an ungrateful brat#honestly if Rejet were making other drama CDs or had announced a new series or something I would not be half as cynical as I am#And I mean tbh the quality of the CDs just in terms of presentation has also kind of decreased over the years#The Yuugen Romantica series is a really good example of this#The first set came with a lovely booklet and a cute sticker#The second set had two really nice illustrations on the inside of the jacket and the back#and then the third set just had a character profile#and the fourth set simply had the character sprite with an otome game style UI overlaid#reply
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For Audio Drama Ask Game: 1, 5 and 12?
Okay so
1. First audiodrama you've ever listened to?
Depends on your definition I guess!
Excuse me one moment while I indulge in memories of my personal Hörspiel CD era. (Those who know me know exactly which CDs because I never shut up about them. And then I also liked radio stuff later I guess it really depends)
Like really I have been known to hold very long PowerPoint slideshows on this.
Also the Magnus Archives.
5. Audio (drama) specific trope you like.
Eyes. WEVE GOT EYES FOR DAYS FELLAS. Also that in horror podcasts there is (apart from a few usual suspects) none of the stuff that makes horror movies unbearable for me. Turns out just because I'm an absolute horror movie wimp doesn't mean I don't still have a taste for the morbid and weird and scary as fuck.
And this just. Works.
12. OHHHH THIS SURE IS A SPICY ONE
What public domain work would you adapt if you could
OH MY WORD I've never considered this but like. How awesome could a Freischütz audiodrama be. Or just a Gespensterbuch themed anthology.
The most famous story in that collection only exists as a folk tale, opera and musical (the latter with music by Tom Waits, I've seen it just this year and it's SO COOL, it's called the Black Rider and like. So good. Mhm.)
Also like. There's a forest. There's doomed love. And it's originally from a book of stories literally called "the ghost book" (Gespensterbuch)
Although in that same book there is also the story about the guy who played his instrument and a graveyard at night and suddenly had a very undead crowd of skeletons dancing the jig. Iirc.
That rabbit hole goes deep you guys. Anyways. If ya wanna read these and judge their anthologyworthiness there's an English version on Wikisource for both these stories which I shall link to promptly .
I'd love to hear those fully fleshed out especially Totentanz like can you imagine the sound design for a whole crowd of skeletons going all
Y'know?
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Ive been listening to the Sandman on audible to satiate my new obsession without having to read comics (which I've always found very difficult to get into).
Fucking hell.
Im glad they taimed things down for the Netflix show. 24 hours was horrible.
Nada's tale in Tales in the Sand makes Dream kinda irredeemable in my books. Talk about obsessive dudes who dont take no for an answer. I do wonder how they are gonna transfer that to television without basically destroying the audience image of their main character and I guess they'll just remove some of the grosser moments like they did with 24/7 (the whole taking a rock to de-virgin herself was just... no. NO.)
I feel all icky now.
Thing is, I know I'm nowhere NEAR the level of over sensitive as some people in fandom. Like the whole puriteen attitude nowadays of "you can't like a character unless they are 100% unproblematic" is gonna be interesting if Sandman gets a S2.
That story is SUPER upsetting. I obviously still love this story and the characters but I guess I was not prepared for how dark it actually gets. Even though I knew it was dark, the way the audio book describes things is unnerving.
Its still great and I def recommend the Sandman on audible actually. But just be prepared for some pretty gruesome and dark themes.
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Hello, how are you?
How was your weekend? How was with your in-laws? They sound like a very friendly family. How are you going playing with your father in-law? Is he still “kicking your asses”? lol
My weekend becomes more busy as I expect, yesterday in the morning my boss call me and asked me if I can cover someone at the emergency department again today and I just say yes by instict *subs* but I really wanted to go to this plant event today at Vicente’s park with my family to buy some flowers but *long sigh* well, there will be more events to go for a walk together.
Yesterday I get a little late at sign class so I couldn’t ask for the notes from the last class, but fortunately the teachers always start doing a small review from last session and there weren’t too many new signs for me, actually I was able to learn all of them at that very moment #wujuu
Something funny was that I just missing last class and I find out that we’ll do a rally next Saturday, and they commissioned some support books, like when you missing a class and it happens from everything :’D
And at the end this classmate borrowed me her book that we talked about the last time “Before December” (I forgot to bring her Little Woman, so it’s for the next time) and I saw that she is the kind of person that likes to put on note sticks, write on the book and make some little drawings!! <333333333 I almost cried with emotion. I DEFINITELY going to enjoy very much her book.
My bestie calls me and he agree to go to the FIL with me on Friday! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH I’m very very excited!!! because last year we couldn’t go together and also because it’s the first time we meet in months and finally not from a video call! *cries with hyperactivity*. If you go to the FIL… is it bad to admit that I truly hope I can see you there at least a few seconds? Maybe it is, sorry I don’t want you to make you feel uncomfortable. But also I know it’s a little big place with maaany people, so.. who knows, maybe I can’t, but I hope you can enjoy your day with your best friend and you can find something you like. <3
Talking about Piledriver waltz, I love the whole submarine soundtrack, (some day I want to buy the vinyl disc) but this song has an especial place in my heart because in that time when I had nightmares I always looked for you just to talk and forget that bad feeling I had and it didn’t matter if you were sleeping or awake, you always responded my messages or calls (sometimes was very late and it gets me a little worried tbh) one night I asked if you could sing me something, anything, and you send me audios of you singing that song; I want to admit that I kept those audios in the highlight messages so I listened Piledriver waltz by you maaany many times. Now I don’t remember how your voice sounds when you talk, I have a glimpse of how your laugh sounds but, I remember almost 100% how you sound when you sing and most of the time I just can remember if I put on Piledriver waltz. Also, thank you very much for explain me your songs, now they have soooo much sense, I remember you always respected bug’s life’s but I thought it was because you are someone who likes to respect any living being, well, that’s true but I didn’t know you love bugs, it’s very nice to know that!
My brother… we didn’t know that too loool, he told us his feelings on 2020 so with all what we were living that time I have to confess that first I was in shock and then I get veeeeeeeeeery worried about him for how our family could be with him, but now is kind of normal I guess(?); my brother it’s more open about that with me than my parents; they know, my mom is still on grief for that, I can see it in her eyes, but she is trying to not get minded by that, and my dad just avoid the topic but still respects him, the rest of our family don’t know, so he talks to me about other boys and how they treat him, we made jokes about som random imaginary scenarios and about silly moments he has when he gets nervous when they are close to him, or sometimes we talk about situations when they tell him things that he doesn’t understand. His teenager era changes him A LOT, he takes more seriously his studies, he express everything he thinks and feels (sometimes is very mean but it’s not his intention sound in that way), he starts to practice volleyball, he is really into quizzes and test from internet and psychology topics (I already explained him that those things are not always are truth), he reads more, he is an extrovert person with introvert boundaries and sensitive soul, he is 18y/o (my baby is a man now! 😭) and after many talks, and some discussions with our mom, we negotiated that better to him if he is going to take a break after his graduation to prepare more himself before applying to the university next year, and we are so glad that she accepted!!, so yeah that’s a victory for us; I understand the big brother senses are always on, I trust that he is going to choose nice people to be around him and if it doesn’t work how he expects I will always be there to hug him as much as he need.
Now talking about the treasure’s planet, I didn’t know you loved that movie, it’s amazing! Also I remember that you told me that you both love him so much, never explained to me the reason, but also I didn’t want to ask because sounds to me like it was a very sensitive topic and didn’t wanted to make you feel uncomfortable told me something that looks very personal.
#Aw cutie you feel bad because it’s taking you an hour write a letter#When it took me hours to write mine lol#I just need some coffee in the morning#No sugar or tea#Spotify#I’m at emergency since 7 zzzzz#Also that time u send me an audio singing el pasito perron the same night loool#I survived 13hours at emergency department wuu#Good night
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Hey besties. Another happy vibes post I guess. More like major life moment has been going on slash being prepped for and I haven't been able to process it properly and then I realized yknow what I gotta just journal it out bro that's the only way anything ever comes together for me.
So
Hello future old amms.
Three weeks ago your healthy parents booked an umrah trip for you and your sister. And you guys didn't even have passports yet so that was step one. And you went and got your photos. Oh wait gotta add detail you were at the gym about to do a madfit app upper body workout when ur mom called to congratulate you and then I was like uh can I get my pictures today and go tmr? And she was like sure anyways you went to the office near the peo office gah and yeah went to pick them up in the subway a week later. And yeah then you read an umrah prep book and made notes and then you've been shopping for necessities and coaching Fatima zohra twice a week. So that's pretty much been ur life. Also you went to your first Patel cousins potlock dinner and humairaa took you guys out for dinner last weekend. So that's pretty much been what's up.
So what that means is you stopped applying to jobs, you stopped going to the gym, and you honestly haven't got as far as you'd like to have with your knowledge prep. You've been listening to an audio discussion of sealed nectar tho so that feels good oh and you purchased your first ever own Quran!
Anyways you've also reflected a lot a lot on the past year and how much you've changed since 22. Your physical appearance has changed a LOT! lol you're way stronger looooool like not to say you're strong but just strongER than you were before which was random pains. OH SIDE NOTE you also cleaned the basement donation pile. And your hair is way shorter, you eat proper meals and you're less tired cause you get to sleep in all the time. You smile and laugh and are a person with a personality who reads books and makes jokes. You're alive. And you're so grown up lol.
Your friends tell you you're more calm. Oh I ALSO spent one day with zaibaa at her classes for her big kid engineering school and that was so dope and inspiring. Gaaah that's a whole other excitement to talk about. So yeah it's been an eventful start to the year.
Anyways back to the topic. A year ago you got sick and in the moment before you passed out you called out to your mom to alert her that something was wrong and as you were dropping and everything felt far away, you thought "thank goodness I didn't do the haram thing that was dangling infront of me 2 months ago" lol and in the hours after I realized like shit, I'm so grateful that it was that thought instead of one of fear of death and regret. Like yes obvs those were still there but there was a relief. And honestly that wasnt me, that was allah that stopped me and protected me from myself and from jahanam yknow? Anyways which started you on a slow crawl journey back to your faith, a reversal of like 3 years of pulling away. Idk maybe the journey has already started and halted before that but yeah. It's been such a slow crawl which means I still feel so behind where I'd like to be but I still love being able to look back and see that there HAS been progress.
So yeah a year ago I had told me classmate that my parents wanted us to go to umrah in may after exams but no way I wasnt ready or mature enough or at that place in life and I was gonna tell them that I didnt want to go. And here I am, terrified and not at all feeling ready yet still excited kinda. So that's the thing and what I want to say. Like I haven't really let myself get excited because idk I lowkey feel so undeserving loool. But yeah I guess now I need to put myself into that excitement because I need to prepare my soul for this big life moment that's happening and now it's really here and it's happening loooooool if that makes sense idk.
The main thing for me is working on forgiveness and like letting go of grudges and hard feelings. I lowkey dont even know how to gah but imma google it and figure it out tmr morning and then just work my way through everyone I know and like let shit go in my heart.
Honestly even a few weeks ago I couldn't imagine myself even WANTING to do that looool rip but anyways now thinking about it I'm like damn that acc sound kinda nice and like I'll be lighter. I'm looking forward to letting go now which idk if you know me loool idk that hasnt been my vibe in the past. So yeah I'm excited. I hope it all works out. By it all I mean everything. This trip, getting a job, starting a life, dying, the afterlife loooool I hope it all works out haha
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"I'm sure you'll figure it out."
Okay, this one got away from me a little and turned into an actual one-shot... Here it is on AO3 if you're into that sort of thing <3
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"I'm sure you'll figure it out."
Agent Morgan grins and pats Spencer on the shoulder, completely ignoring his request for some sort of itinerary for his very first out of town case, and Spencer suddenly has a very bad feeling, like he never entirely thought this whole thing through. Like the decision to hide his autism from his employer maybe wasn't the best call.
The thing is, working at the BAU is different from any experience Spencer has ever had. Serial killers and behavioral analysis aside, when the team goes away on cases, they're together all the time. They eat together, share hotel rooms, and work together, day and night.
Spencer has never spent this much time with the same people, and he's beginning to realize that hiding this part of himself is going to be so, so much harder than he originally thought.
He tries to calm himself down on the jet, repeating to himself over and over, you're fine without knowing the schedule, you don't need to know the schedule, but he can't make himself believe it, and the uncertainty makes his skin feel prickly and hot. He shifts in his chair, trying to get more comfortable, but it only serves to make him aware of the way his tie is choking him, and he tries to discreetly take it off and shove it in his bag.
He puts his headphones on for the flight, big noise-canceling ones that block out everything but chapter 12 of his audio book, which he listens to on loop the entire time. By the time they land, he thinks he feels a little bit calmer, and it's late, so they go straight to the hotel to check in and go to bed.
Spencer is sharing a room with Morgan, and he's not sure what to expect because he doesn't really know the other agent very well. But he tries to put himself into a positive mindset, and it lasts until about 6 minutes after they enter the room, when he opens his go-bag to find that the soft blanket he always travels with is missing.
The blanket serves two purposes - a comfort object and a barrier between him and the scratchy, germ-laden hotel bedding. As soon as he realizes it's gone, his stomach drops, and he can picture it sitting on top of his bed at home, where he put it when he was packing.
"Hey, you okay, Reid?" Morgan pops up behind him and Spencer startles and whips around.
"I-I'm fine," he says, trying to plaster a smile on his face and cover up his rising panic. "I'll be right back. Excuse me."
He grabs his satchel and darts into the bathroom, locking the door and leaving the light off. He digs in his bag to find his headphones and a spiky plastic ball. After putting the headphones on to listen to some more chapter 12, he removes his cardigan and rolls the spiky ball up and down his arms, pressing down, focusing on the sensation, trying to let it center and distract and soothe him.
He's beginning to relax when Morgan knocks on the door. Spencer pulls his headphones off.
"Reid, we're going down to the Chinese restaurant for dinner. You coming?"
He thinks about meat and rice and noodles and vegetables and his stomach flips over.
"I'm not hungry," he calls. "I'm just going to get ready for bed."
"Do you want me to bring you back anything?"
"No, I'm fine," Spencer says. "Thanks, though."
He waits to hear the door of the room open and close before he ventures out of the bathroom. He moves to the bed and continues to listen and roll the ball on his skin. When he feels sufficiently calm, he changes into his pajamas and turns on the TV, distracting himself with a science program for an hour or so.
Spencer brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed, but when he gets into bed and turns the light out, all the anxiety comes rushing back. The texture of the sheets makes him feel sick, and the way the sheet feels moving against the blanket is just--
He jumps out of the bed, shuddering, and goes to sit on the floor at the foot of the bed. He pulls his knees up to his chin and wraps his arms around them, and he feels restless and unsettled, and he starts to cry. Then he thinks about how he's a federal agent and he's crying over a missing blanket, and he lets the back of his head hit the foot board of the bed behind him, and then he does it again, and again, and again.
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When Derek returns to the room, he turns on the light to find Reid on the floor with his eyes squeezed shut, smacking his head back against the wooden foot board of his bed and digging his fingernails into his upper arms, tears running down his cheeks.
"Oh my god," he exclaims, approaching Reid and putting a hand on his shoulder, the way he did earlier in the day. This time, though, Reid yanks his shoulder away and hits his head harder.
Morgan texts Hotch: come to my room 911
Hotch lets himself in minutes later and joins Morgan on the floor.
"What happened?"
"I have no idea," Morgan says. "I came back to find him like this. He wouldn't let me touch him."
"Reid," Hotch says loudly, but Reid doesn't respond. "Morgan, hand me a pillow."
Morgan tosses one from the bed and Hotch slips it between Reid's head and the foot board, cushioning the blows. At first, Reid seems to be trying to hit his head even harder, but after a few moments he slows down his movements, eventually crumpling forward and resting his forehead on his knees, rocking gently forward and back.
"Reid?" Morgan says. "Are you okay? Is there something we can help you with?"
Reid stops rocking for a moment and looks up, making a motion with both hands.
"We're not going anywhere," Hotch says, apparently understanding the sign. "We're not going to leave you like this. Has this happened before?"
Reid nods, his eyes still shut, looking defeated.
"Is it something you wanted to keep hidden from us?" Hotch asks.
Reid nods. Then he opens his eyes briefly to look at Hotch and holds up his right hand, forming it into a set of shapes.
"You're autistic?" Hotch asks, and Reid nods again before dropping his forehead back to his knees.
Morgan looks at Hotch. "Why wouldn't he tell us?"
"First of all," Hotch says, "let's not talk as though Reid isn't in the room with us, okay?"
"Right," Morgan says, his cheeks hot. "Sorry."
"Reid, do you know what triggered this?" Hotch asks.
Reid begins to sign rapidly, but Hotch stops him.
"Hold on, sorry," he says. "This is a little beyond my ASL skills, I think. If I give you a pen and pad of paper, do you think you can write?"
Reid nods, and Morgan grabs them from the desk and passes them to him. He scribbles furiously for a few moments and then hands the pad to Hotch.
A lot of things. But mostly I forgot the blanket I always travel with and the sheets and blanket on this bed are a bad texture and I guess it pushed me over the edge.
I'm sorry you had to see this.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I thought I could hide it.
"Reid," Hotch says warmly. "Spencer. You don't need to hide parts of yourself from us, okay? Instead, maybe you can let us know what you need and we can be here to support you as best we can. Don't be ashamed of who you are. This doesn't change how we see you, or how capable we believe you to be. Right, Morgan?"
"Right!" Morgan says quickly. "I know we don't know each other well yet, but...you're part of the team, and I'm here for you. And right now, while we're sharing a room, I just need you to let me know what I can do to make things comfortable for you." That reminds him of something, and he stands up and walks over to his bag, pulling a fleece blanket out. "I usually travel with this, in case it gets cold," he says, setting the blanket down next to Reid. "Do you think this might help you sleep?"
Reid hesitates, then reaches out and runs a hand along the fabric. Then he looks up at Morgan, eyes wide, and nods.
Hotch grins, and Morgan picks the blanket up and sets it on Reid's bed as Reid stands up. He looks at Morgan, then at Hotch, and makes one more sign, one Morgan does recognize.
"You're welcome," he and Hotch say at the same time, and Hotch chuckles.
"Okay," he says. "I'm heading back to my room, but don't hesitate to text or call me if you need anything at all. Okay?"
"Okay," Morgan says, as Reid nods. "Night, Hotch."
"Goodnight, Morgan, Reid," Hotch says, and closes the door behind him.
Morgan spreads his blanket out on the bed and Reid wraps himself up in it.
"Good?" Morgan asks, and Reid nods. "Wake me up if you need anything. Goodnight, kid."
He notices a smile on Reid's face right before he turns out the light.
#umm i had a bad autism day so i gave it to spencer <3#autistic spencer reid#derek morgan#aaron hotchner#maya writes more than 5 sentences#way more than 5 sentences#cw self harm#maya's spencer whump collection#maya's autistic spencer collection
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Don’t Look! [Part 4]
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Frederick Chilton x Reader
@we-are-all-just-a-bit-crazy’s lovecraftian horror AU, with a bit of my own twist on the origin story. Emotional hurt/comfort. Body horror. Hugging your body-horror monster boyfriend.
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Once upon a time, there lived a man who had everything: great wealth (built on the backs of exploited workers), a grand estate, a beautiful wife, and many mistresses waiting in the wings. Yet after years of trying, he failed to produce an heir. Determined that his money could buy anything, the man scoured the world, searching for a solution. One day, his extensive resources brought him to an ancient castle in Lithuania, where the last descendants of a noble bloodline offered him a devil’s bargain—a book, a summoning ritual. He did not ask questions. His wife was finally with child.
The Chilton legacy was secure.
The moment Frederick was born, the life was sucked from his mother—a human sacrifice for his soul crossing into this world. That was what his father told him, at least. Frederick had no memory of clawing his way through the veil between worlds, of being anything other than an ordinary child with a distant father, a young, blonde stepmother, and nannies instead of friends. Until the changes began. Allison (or was it Kayla at the time?) fainted in the living room when he staggered in, screaming as smoke boiled from his skin, begging for help. His father only wrinkled his nose with disgust and calmly explained what he was.
“You must learn to hide this, Frederick. Never let anyone see you this way, or it will destroy the family name.”
And so, he learned the transformation’s schedule. Prepared for it. Knew how to hide it away and never let anyone get close enough to see the real him. But it wasn’t good enough. Try as he might, nothing Frederick ever did met his father’s expectations for the perfect son he had gone through so much trouble to produce.
Frederick grew into a bitter and lonely man with no one to care about, or who cared about him. He kept the world at a distance, hiding his shame behind expensive suits and lavish decoration.
Never once did he consider that he was not alone in this world at all.
***
I see him as one of those pitiful things sometimes born in hospitals. They feed it, keep it warm, but they don’t put it on the machines. They let it die. But he doesn’t die. He looks normal. Nobody can tell what he is.
This is how Will Graham describes the Chesapeake Ripper.
Every therapy session with Graham, every conversation overhead, the puzzle became clearer. At first, Chilton merely believed that Dr. Lecter was guilty of unethical practices—manipulating Mr. Graham in the same way he had manipulated Gideon. He felt such kinship with Hannibal. Learning a bit of dirt on him brought the ever-so-superior doctor down to his level, gave him something to lord over him—a little implied blackmail to strengthen their friendship.
They both had secrets to hide.
Dr. Chilton never would have guessed the final puzzle piece to convince him fully that Hannibal was the Chesapeake Ripper would be the one everyone else laughed at.
“I brought you here to bear witness,” Graham said to Gideon through their adjoining cells.
“To tell Jack Crawford that I sat in Hannibal Lecter’s cobalt blue dining room? An ostentatious herb garden, Leda and the Swan over the fireplace. And you, having a fit in the corner.”
Chilton perked up and quickly shared the audio feed to one of the junior therapists assisting him. You were reliable at editing his audio files, clipping and exporting segments he wanted to keep, but he was avoiding you at the moment. This was proof—irrefutable proof that Gideon had met Hannibal Lecter the night he went searching for the Ripper.
After his conversation with Graham concluded, an assistant was sent down to coax more information from him while Chilton’s research team listened in, keenly taking notes.
Gideon was not finished dropping bombshells.
With a casual lilt to his voice as if talking to a friend over dinner, he began to describe the Chesapeake Ripper. Skin like volcanic ash, reflecting no light. A red glow to his eyes. Black claws as long as steak knives. Antlers breaking through the inside of his skull, punching through the skin. All black as night—a form that shifted in the shadows, ever tricking the eye, unwilling to be known.
He’s the Devil, Mr. Graham. He’s smoke.
“Great. Gideon is delusional,” one therapist snorted. “On the bright side, this completely undercuts his malpractice case against you.” She patted Chilton’s shoulder. Chilton flinched.
“We should start him on antipsychotics. What do you think? Doctor?”
Chilton’s face turned ashen white. “Y-yes, certainly,” he muttered, staggering to his feet.
He moved for the door, but crumbled halfway there, pain ripping through his leg as sharp thorns grew beneath the skin. It was daylight. No. No! The transformation should not be starting for hours—he had plenty of time! He gasped out as another shock tore through him, barely containing a cry. His body convulsed.
“Doctor!” A therapist and a guard rushed in to help him to his feet. “Where does it hurt? If this is a complication from your surgery, we need to get you into intensive care right away.”
“No,” he brushed them off. “Only… psychosomatic. I need to— ah!” He gritted his teeth, mind racing to the one person he did not want to turn to, but the only one he could, and barked, “Get my secretary!”
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Smoke was rising off of his burning skin by the time you rushed into Chilton’s vacated office. His eyes were wide with panic, but greeted you when you entered with—not relief, perhaps, because he was every bit as terrified as before, but with the anticipation of being rescued. His eyes pleaded.
“H-help. I cannot make it stop.”
You managed to get him into your car. The sun’s orange rays seemed to chase the beast away, clearing his skin and stopping his wracking convulsions long enough to cross the employee parking lot without drawing stares. He insisted on taking the back seat so he could hide—and to put more distance between you in case he lost control.
His chest rose and fell like a rabbit in a cat’s mouth.
“The way he described Dr. Lecter—anyone would think it was a metaphor! That he was crazy!” Chilton’s breath was raspy as you drove, glancing back at him through the rearview mirror. He kept trembling, small patches of scaly skin appearing at random then swirling back inside. One pupil was a pinprick. His tongue occasionally became serpentine and got in the way as he frantically spoke. “But it was too specific, the details. Familiar. I always knew there was a connection between Dr. Lecter and me—a reason we were friends. It all makes sense now!”
“Hey, it’s OK,” you said, trying to sound soothing, though you had no idea what he was talking about.
“Don’t you understand? Lecter is like me!”
“That’s good, isn’t it? That means you’re not alone.”
“Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper!” he shouted, and a spine tore through a seat cushion. “A cannibal, if Will Graham is to be believed, and loathe as I am to admit it, Graham is an excellent profiler. If the Ripper and I are the same… then that means I—”
“You are nothing like that!” Forgetting the damage his demonic tantrum was doing to your faux-leather interior, you had faith in him. He was a little withdrawn and more than a little vain, and it had garnered him an icy reputation around the hospital, but now you understood why. He wasn’t evil or malicious. He was frightened.
“God help me,” he murmured.
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As soon as the garage door closed behind you, he scrambled from the car (scratching the handle), and retreated inside. He didn’t invite you to follow him home. But he didn’t forbid it, either, and you wanted to be there. All you had were panic-scrambled memories from the first time that made his transformation worse in hindsight than it was. Or maybe better. You didn’t know, and you wouldn’t know until you saw it again with clear eyes.
The electric kettle rumbled on its stand, hissing steam as you searched through Frederick Chilton’s surprisingly extensive tea collection for something herbal and soothing. Chamomile, you thought. With honey. Surely that must be good for demon-monster-werewolf things?
The sun was about to set and he was still reeling over Hannibal, and just as much from the premature transformation the revelation had triggered. And every time he cried, “This is not possible. How can this be possible?” the next convulsion was more intense.
He would probably just burn himself on tea.
A painful whimper came from somewhere in the house, and you followed it to a tiny panic room that opened behind a bookshelf. It was only about seven by nine feet with concrete walls and floors, bare except for deep scratches of varying age, like an animal trying to escape. The few chairs inside were metal. Difficult to break. Frederick faced away from you, staring at a hand that was too large for the rest of his body, capped with long black claws.
“Oh no, this will not do at all,” you tutted, shaking your head at the barren space. “How about I bring in some blankets? Let’s get you comfortable.”
His whole body shook. “You should go.”
“No. No way, not after seeing this prison cell. I am not leaving you like this.”
“I do not want to hurt you.” His shoulder jerked. A spike tore through his shirt.
“You won’t.”
“Seeing it again… will not be therapeutic for you,” he hissed, another spike breaking through. “Go before it is too late.”
“No!”
“Damn it! I am a monster—there is proof of that now! The FBI has no idea what it is dealing with!” Chilton began to pace the small cell, thoughts racing, features morphing into something grotesque and alien. “Does Hannibal know about me? Can he sense it? Is that why he confided in me? I always thought it was professional respect—hah! God, what if he…” A painful convulsion halted his pacing and brought him to one knee, gripping his side. His attention snapped back to you. “This is… dangerous,” he warned, then hacked violently. Fleshy, snake-like projections spewed from his mouth, and he quickly turned away again, hiding his face. “You should… you should be nowhere near all of this! You should not be here! Why did I let you inside?!”
A roar of anguish ripped through the air with enough force to push you back through the panic room door, just in time to avoid being impaled on half a dozen spines as they shot from Chilton’s body like lances. Chips of concrete clattered to the ground as they penetrated the walls. He screamed again, writhing to get free, but found himself trapped by his own violent transformation. Like an animal, he struggled and clawed at himself as if his rational mind had been overtaken by raw, volatile emotion.
“Take it easy. You’re going to hurt yourself,” you tried to calm him, but you couldn’t stop your voice from shaking.
This was worse than last time. You were sure his spines weren’t half as long when you saw him in his office—even Chilton seemed surprised to be pinned.
You lifted your hands, palms toward him in a steadying gesture, and took a step back into the concrete room.
“Stay back!” he howled, thrashing. “Get away!”
It was tempting. Every muscle in your body wanted to follow his advice and run far away from the indescribable horror before you. But his eyes were still green. Were still terrified. And you had an inkling of why it was worse this time. Maybe he would hate you later for imposing, but it seemed more important right now not to leave him feeling… like a monster.
“It’s OK.” You took another step closer.
“No!”
“You’re not going to hurt me. I trust you. Shh, shh… I’m not afraid, see?”
Rigid spines sprayed from his back and shoulders in a 180-degree arc, leaving only his front accessible. You ducked under one and followed its trajectory to where it met the wall. It wasn’t just pinned by pressure—it had struck the wall with enough force to dig into it like an iron rod. Sawing through might be the only option for getting him unstuck. You wondered if that would hurt. Were there nerves in his spines? You stepped over the next one as you drew nearer.
“You should be afraid! I am just like him!” Chilton tried to turn his head away as you traversed his network of thorns and stood in front of him.
His face was almost entirely inhuman. Tentacles cascaded down from where a nose should have been, and when he opened his mouth in a snarl, they parted like wriggling eels—each with a life of its own—to reveal a jaw that split his face open vertically, crowded with rows of sharp white teeth. The more agitated Chilton became, the more dramatic the effect. Each time he spoke, you caught a flash of teeth that sent shivers racing down your spine. But you continued to move closer anyway, within snapping range.
“Hannibal and I… we are the same. Please—I do not want to become him. Do not let me hurt you!”
“You are not the same. You’re not a killer.”
Chilton let out a choking cry that was all too human. “I killed that nurse,” he said. Concrete groaned as his spines grew longer. A crooked horn sprouted from his head. “I killed Elizabeth Shell.”
“You… you didn’t kill her.”
His breath quickened again. Tentacles sprouted and died and resprouted from his face in a constant fevered motion. “I knew Gideon would kill! I lowered security! I knew what would happen—what I needed to happen to prove that he was the Ripper! I may as well have plucked her eyes out with my own hands and… and feasted on her organs. God… I am the Ripper,” he wailed.
“No…” It never occurred to you that Dr. Chilton would have done such a thing knowingly. Maybe there was something dark inside him that this creature was reflecting. It hurt to acknowledge, and yet maybe you both needed to. “You made a mistake. You did a bad thing, but… Gideon was already a killer. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I drove him to it, manipulated him… I am just as responsible as he is. I am a monster.”
“A monster wouldn’t feel this guilty! You made a mistake, but you won’t make it again, will you?”
Tentacles and spines stopped sprouting. His form stabilized as his wet eyes looked off thoughtfully. He seemed so pathetic… so innocent, almost. Despite the intimating spines and claws that added danger and height to his appearance, his body had the same mass—leaving his frame gaunt and frail, with ribs sticking out prominently. Hollow.
You wanted to protect him.
You knew that was your job at BSHCI. You knew that was why Dr. Chilton suddenly needed a personal secretary when he never had before. Someone to sit outside his door, take his calls, and warn him when visitors wanted to see him. You’d never met the doctor before he was attacked by one of his patients, but you recognized the signs of trauma—the way he flinched easily, avoided contact at first, then the way he clung to you when you earned his trust. The awkward little smiles. The way his cheeks turned bright red when his fingers brushed yours as you delivered his coffee. You couldn’t help feeling protective. Falling in love, even.
Though it was closed for the moment, his mouth was a dangerous black hole with alien arms ready to pull prey inside. It seemed impossible to get close without being dragged into its teeth by instinct. You couldn’t imagine putting your face anywhere near it.
Another step, and your forehead touched his.
“I... I do not want to hurt you,” he pleaded.
“You won’t.”
You leaned into his arms, a hand reaching up to stroke the side of his face. It was covered in fine scales that glistened as if they should be slimy, but were smooth to the touch, like a snake. Sharper thorns sprouting from his skin seemed to retreat before your caress.
He trembled with inner turmoil, hot breath puffing against your chin. Your eyes darted toward the motion of one of his claws rising behind you, and all you could focus on were the way each sharp talon caught the light. You couldn’t be sure what he was thinking—if he was going to return your embrace, or prove to you that he was a monster. Would he slash you just to drive you away?
“I smell your fear,” his voice hissed accusingly.
For some reason, of all the reactions you could have had, you started to laugh. It was nervous and tight at first, but then building in confidence at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“You’ve got giant claws! Of course I’m afraid! But I’m not running, am I?”
You slid your hand from his cheek and trailed it over his bony neck and the ridges and spines of his shoulders, finding a path for your arms to twine around him. Cuddling closer, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hardly bothered by the writhing tentacles that draped down over you.
“I know you would never hurt me. You’re just going to have to keep showing me there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Shuddering, he breathed in your scent. All his senses were heightened by this form, and he was surrounded by you—your pheromones, your electric field, the radiant heat of your skin. It was like sinking into a warm bath with a glass of fine wine in his hand. He opened his palm and let his predator’s hand sweep harmlessly down your back, holding you close. He could sense the fluttering of your heart in his embrace. It was slower than a creature in terror—slowing the longer he held you. You were not afraid. And he could not imagine hurting you. Whatever he had been worried might happen, whatever awful things he might be capable of, he could never imagine hurting you. You were right. You didn’t have anything to fear.
He exhaled a long, steady breath of surrender. The long spines retracted, pulling out of the walls as they returned to their usual size. He could move again, but didn’t. Not for a long time.
“It’s OK. It’s OK,” you sighed. The scent of your hair was intoxicating.
Eventually, you had to part. Chilton’s eyes darted away as you did—the inky scales on his face emitted a soft bluish starlight, which you were certain was blushing. You could not coax him to leave his concrete prison cell, but he told you where to find some blankets he could live with damaging—linen closet, second floor, third door on the right—and let you make a cozy nest on the bare floors. You made tea, and only cringed a little at his attempts to drink it. It was late, then. You were sleepy, and he was exhausted. Emotionally drained. His mind still raced over everything, still not certain of your presence and inexplicable kindness. You sat in the pile of blankets and had him rest his head in your lap.
“Give me your hand,” you asked, extending yours.
A clawed, scaly hand slid tentatively along the floor. You took it. Held it gently, first observing the long talons protruding like daggers from each finger before slotting yours between them—nothing sharp there. You let out a long sigh and leaned back against the concrete wall. His breath hitched.
He’d never had his hand held in this form, you assumed.
He’d never had his hand held at all, in fact. Not in many years.
It had to be a trap, he thought. No one had ever loved him before. No one could—not like this. Yet, as he fell asleep to your fingers massaging his temple and the soft murmuring of your voice, he let himself believe it. You were always there, protecting him. Smiling at him in the morning.
When you woke up, Frederick was human again, still fast asleep in your arms.
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Roommates: Part Two
IZ*ONE Hyewon & Eunbi x Male Reader
10875 words
Categories: smut, threesome, oral, rough sex, mommy kink, dirty talk
18+
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Read on AFF
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“We only have one shot at this. Let’s make it count.”
Detective Kwon took point on the operation. Her primary focus was staring at rows of monitors in the back of a large unmarked van parked stealthily miles away from the destination. Overhead shots were displayed on the largest monitor, giving a full view of the target area - a luxurious white mansion housed the patriarch of the Goda clan, given the information Eunbi received was correct.
You lost track of how many hours you had occupied, only accompanied by Detectives Hyewon, with newly dyed blonde hair and Eunbi inside a hot van, waiting for just the right moment to strike. Your job was to give any details that would be helpful and to help confirm identities.
The surveillance van had more technology in it than your entire University’s expensive computer lab. Extensive audio feeds, LCD monitors everywhere giving as many angles as possible, speakers, and multiple laptops that could power a space station all created the perfect portable setup. Eunbi sat up front, monitoring everything, and aiding in preparation.
“Team one, do you copy?” Eunbi asked over a bluetooth headset she wore on her right ear.
“Yes, boss. We have eyes on the back entrance. Nobody has gone in or out since we’ve been here.”
“Team two, what do you have for me?”
“Can’t see much. There’s been no movement on our end.”
“Keep a lookout. I don’t want anyone getting spooked.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Team three?”
“Our drones are in the air, but the fog is killing visibility. Can’t get a good visual so we’ll have to almost exclusively rely on thermal. ”
“Do what you can.”
“This better work,” Hyewon said, shifting in one of the backseat chairs nervously.
“Dojima has been our information expert for years, he wouldn’t fail us now.”
Eunbi took a long deep breath as she pulled up cameras on two large screens, showing views on both front and back entrances and views of each team awaiting orders.
“On my mark, breach and clear. We want him alive,” Eunbi said.
“Go!”
The simultaneous thud of doors being forced open boomed through the van’s speakers, speeding your heart rate up. The audio feed went silent for a second before being replaced with windows being broken, voices shouting, and inaudible commotion. You expected more. No gunshots, no more yelling. Everything was silent.
“Team one, what’s your status? I need an update.”
Nothing but radio silence filled the van as you collectively held your breath and waited for an answer.
“Detective Kwon, there’s nobody inside. Place looks lived in but it’s been cleared out.”
“Son of a bitch!” Eunbi hissed.
“All rooms are clear, Detective. There’s nobody here.”
“Those motherfuckers set us up. Check for hidden exits. I want this whole place checked.”
“What do we do now?” Hyewon asked.
“We’re back from square one. We figure out they knew we were coming, and where we go from here.”
“Team three, I want you to stay overnight in case they decide to come back. Team one and two you’re dismissed.”
“Understood.”
Eunbi took her headset off and angrily tossed it away, sighing in frustration.
“Sorry I couldn’t be of any use, Detective,” you said.
“Don’t be sorry, if anything you got us to this point to begin with,” Eunbi replied.
“Back to the office?” Hyewon asked.
“No, that’s the last place I want to be right now. It’s late and we’ve been here all damn day. For nothing.”
Eunbi rubbed her temple as she sank back in her chair.
"I've got a cabinet full of alcohol if you wanna crash at my place, boss,” Hyewon said.
Eunbi hesitated before answering, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
“That sounds like exactly what I need. We’ll deal with this on Monday, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
✦✦
Hyewon keyed in the security code to her place and you and Eunbi followed her inside, slipping shoes off at the entryway. You sat down on the couch next to Hyewon while Eunbi took a moment to look over the place.
“You’ve decorated since the last time I was here,” Eunbi said, wandering and looking aimlessly.
“I have company now, I can’t live like a slob, boss.”
“You really don’t have to call me boss outside of work. Unnie will be fine.”
“Okay, unnie.”
“How has everything been going?” Eunbi asked, directing her attention towards you. “I know we said it would be just for a month, but with everything going on I’m afraid it’s going to be longer. I seem to be really bad at keeping my promises.”
“It was awkward at first, but Hyewon is very easy to talk to and get along with. I won’t mind living longer here, Hyewon has been very accommodating, I’ve even picked up a few cooking tips from her.”
Eunbi smiled. “That’s good to hear. Hyewon loves to cook as much as she loves to eat.”
“She’s really good at eating,” you said.
“Yes, she really is,” Eunbi said with a smirk as she sat down. Hyewon caught on quickly and got up embarrassed, heading into the kitchen to fetch drinks.
“Unnie, what are you in the mood to drink? Beer, wine?”
“Something strong,” Eunbi replied.
“How strong?” Hyewon asked.
“Strong enough to slap me across the face.”
“Uh, we have Tequila. Is that strong enough?”
“Yes, that’s perfect.”
“Ok, but I’m making cocktails, I don’t want anyone to get carried away.”
“Make mine a double then.”
Eunbi drifted her gaze over to you as she sat down and crossed her legs, flashing a flirtatious gaze.
“Have you settled into living with Hyewon?”
“Mostly. There haven't been any troubles at all, she’s very easy to live with.”
“That’s very good to hear, she’s such a sweetie.”
“She is.”
“Unnie, stop being nosy!” Hyewon whined as she brought a tray of drinks and set it down on the black coffee table in front.
“I was just trying to see how you’ve been treating our guest.”
“I have been nothing but an understanding host, isn’t that right?”
“Of course. Hyewon has been wonderful.”
Grabbing a drink and taking your first sip, you coughed at how strong it was, but soon the burn down your throat became refreshing.
“I hope we can find whoever tipped us off,” Hyewon said.
Eunbi rolled her eyes. “Please, can we not talk about work for once?”
Hyewon nodded apologetically. “Sorry, unnie. Of course.”
“This is really good,” you said, taking another large sip.
“It is. Our Hyewon really is multi-talented.”
“It’s not that big of a deal. I learned a few things in culinary school.”
You could feel the collective stress leaving the room as the three of you indulged into the strong drinks Hyewon had prepared. Shaking the glass a few times to evenly spread out the ice you took another drink, getting used to the taste.
“Now that I’m drinking, I guess I should be responsible tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch if that’s okay,” Eunbi said.
“The couch?” Hyewon repeated. “There’s a spare bed, you don’t need to do that, unnie.”
Eunbi tilted her head. “Spare bed? If I remember correctly your place only has two rooms, right?”
“That’s right. Two bedrooms, but we’ve been sharing the bed at night,” she said, as she realized what she was admitting halfway.
“Oh, you have been?” Eunbi laughed. “That explains why you’ve been coming in late more often,” she teased.
Hyewon turned red. “U-unnie! That’s not what I...I’m gonna go make another drink.”
She hastily got off the couch as Eunbi filled in the gap, scooting over as she finished her drink, placing it on the coffee table.
“She’s always been like that.”
“Like what?” you asked.
“Shy and adorable, ever since I met her. We’re all adults here, so there’s no shame in talking about it.”
“Everyone has their limits about what they’re comfortable about I guess.”
“That’s true. I’m just an open book.”
Hyewon returned and refused to make eye contact.
“Ah, Hyewon, I forgot to bring anything to sleep in tonight. Can I borrow some clothes?”
“Clothes? Don’t you usually sleep naked, unnie?” she responded. You nearly choked on your drink.
Eunbi smiled before she responded. “You’re right...but I’m just a guest here. I have to look presentable.”
“Why? He’s already seen you naked before hasn’t he?” Hyewon teased back.
“Guess you got me there,” Eunbi replied with reddened cheeks.
You sat there listening as the two beautiful detectives playfully teased each other back and forth while you nursed your cocktail, trying not to let it hit you all at once. It was tempting to go for another drink given the day's events, wanting to forget the failed operation. Finishing your drink and chewing on a piece of melting ice you rested it on the coffee table.
The living room clock showed it was just after 1 a.m. Still rather early or late in the morning depending on your perspective.
"So, Hyewon,” Eunbi said.
“Yes, unnie?” Hyewon perked up.
“I don’t think we’ve properly thanked our mutual friend for everything he’s done for us.”
Hyewon put her drink down. “We do owe him a lot. Even though nothing went as planned today, we never would have gotten to that point to begin with.”
The two women shared a look that was directed at you. “Keeping me safe is enough thanks, ladies.”
“Oh no, that’s just part of our jobs,” Eunbi said. “I think we personally need to show our appreciation.”
Eunbi began caressing your shoulder, and you were thankful that you had been drinking already.
“You’ve been so helpful, and we should return the favor.”
“That’s not really necessary,” you humbly said.
“Oh, but it really is,” Eunbi said, scooting closer to your body, gesturing for Hyewon to do the same, who changed places to your left side. Syncing their movements each woman moved and straddled one of your thighs as your heart started racing.
Eunbi made the first move, cupping your face and hesitated for a moment. Her gaze lingered on you as she leaned in and your lips merged, filling you with the sweet taste of her as the warmth of her soft lips pressed against your own.
“If you insist, Detective.”
“Detective? That’s much too formal,” Eunbi said as she caressed your hair.
“Eunbi is fine,” she paused. “But what I really like to be called... is Mommy.”
“Oh god, not this again,” Hyewon spoke out in annoyance. “Not everyone wants to call you that.”
“Maybe not everyone...but you’ll call me mommy won’t you?” She asked as she turned her attention towards you.
“I’ll call you anything you want. Mommy.”
Eunbi gave one more kiss against your lips, deeper and with more hunger. Not wanting to be left out, Hyewon tilted your head towards hers and gave you a chaste kiss of her own, the contrast in their lips enticing. Eunbi had thinner lips, Hyewon’s lips were plumper and fuller, while both had an incredible softness and warmth with their own distinctive unique taste.
The two of them looked at you as if deciding what they wanted to do, pondering their moves. Eunbi didn’t need much time as she removed her shirt, and the purple lace bra that covered up her huge full breasts became the focus of your attention.
“You can touch mommy all you want,” Eunbi said and you didn’t need to be told twice, running your hands up her body, feeling the tightness of her toned tummy as your hands wandered on their own to her chest, fondling her massive breasts through her bra.
Not wanting to be outdone, Hyewon removed her own top, her much smaller, but no less satisfying breasts were visible. With a quick movement of her fingers, her bra was unclasped, and bare breasts exposed as she cupped them, enticing you to dive in.
Starting at Hyewon’s sensitive neck you peppered her soft skin in kisses, hearing her softly moan as you moved down her chest, leaving a trail just below her collarbone. Looking into her eyes for a second you squeezed her breasts before bringing your lips to her nipples and sucking, hearing her sweet moans as you sucked on her soft pale tits.
Eunbi couldn’t handle being left out, and out of the corner of your eye you could see her slipping out of her bra, her pale tits exposed stopped you in your path.
“You like mommy’s tits better don’t you?” Eunbi playfully asked, giving out a moan as she pinched her own nipples. You sucked Hyewon’s tits for a few more seconds before hastily switching your interest to Eunbi’s chest.
“Unnie, you’re playing dirty,” Hyewon complained.
“I can’t help what I was born with,” she smirked, proud at how much bigger her breasts were. You planted several kisses on each of her pillowy soft tits and Eunbi ran her fingers through your hair, smiling sweetly. Licking stripes up her cleavage you flicked your tongue against each nipple, teasing each just a bit before sucking on them, letting out a noisy slurp.
“Mmm, baby, that feels good.”
Hyewon looked on patiently, trying to stave off her jealousy. You couldn’t help but moan as you sucked Eunbi’s tits, playing with her sensitive pink nipples and burying yourself into her deep cleavage, a warmth you didn’t dare leave.
“Mommy’s tits are so amazing,” you said, slurping on her hardened nipples and watching her pleasure as you did so, biting them gently as Eunbi gasped in pleasure. Alternating sucking on each of Eunbi’s delicious breasts you kept them in your mouth until her pink nipples became swollen and glazed with your wet saliva, keeping yourself fed with the taste and softness of her flesh and the way her pretty pink nipples fit perfectly in your mouth.
Nothing would keep you from sucking on them, not wanting your mouth to leave them but also not wanting to leave Hyewon out.
You feasted on each pair of scrumptious tits and gave them equal attention, moving back and forth between the delicious chests of each busty woman and didn't want to stop until your lips were numb.
“I still can’t get over how big they are,” Hyewon said, the envy in her voice obvious.
“Yours aren’t that bad either, Hyewon,” Eunbi responded.
“You’re just trying to make me feel better, unnie.”
“I’m not, you agree right, baby?”
“Your tits are really nice too, Hyewon.”
“Nobody can compare to yours though, I can't even fully get my hands on them,” Hyewon pouted.
“It just means there’s more of them to go around,” Eunbi grinned, as if sending an invitation. Both of you teamed up on Eunbi’s tits, each taking one of her swollen breasts in your mouth and sucking, causing deep moans to escape from her. Hyewon was gentle while you devoured Eunbi’s tits, hungrily slurping and biting as if you were trying to satisfy your insatiable hunger for her big milky breasts.
Keeping your tongues and lips all over Eunbi's swollen pink nipples they became drenched in the combination of your saliva, her pretty moans were music to your ears, earning more with each second that passed.
As much as you loved teaming up to taste Eunbi, you soon became their focus, feeling the wet smack of their warm soft lips as each gorgeous woman took their time to kiss you, leaving their taste locked on your lips.
If that wasn’t enough, they turned and playfully kissed each other, leaving you to patiently watch every movement as their lips smacked loudly and both grabbed a handful of each other's supple bare breasts.
The two lustful vixens switched it up and turned the tables on you. Both took a side of your neck and planted their lips on your skin, sucking both sides of your neck deeply with the intention to leave love marks.
The two warm mouths pressed on your neck sucking heavily entranced you into a daze, and you barely felt a hand cupping your crotch, too crippled by their effect on you to see the culprit.
“Mommy can you feel your cock getting hard for us," Eunbi whispered, blowing hot air into your ear that made you shiver.
“We both want to make you feel good,” Hyewon said.
Giving your crotch a good firm squeeze, your lap was soon empty and the action kept on moving right in front of you. Running their hands all over each other's tight bodies, Eunbi made quick work of stripping Hyewon to her panties, and Hyewon returned the favor as they both knelt in front of you, eyeing the bulge in your pants they had created.
With Hyewon to your left and Eunbi to your right, they gave each other a playful look before working together to unbutton your pants, working quickly and yanking them off with your boxers, your hardened shaft introducing itself and throbbing freely.
Eunbi jumped the gun and took the liberty to play with Hyewon’s chest, earning a moan from her as she sucked on her round pale tits, taking her first taste of the night and sending even more blood flowing to your already stiff erection.
"Have some confidence, Hyewon, your tits are yummy."
“Unnie…”
“Now go on, Hyewon, show us what you’ve learned.”
Hyewon nervously smiled and leaned forward, taking your cock into her cold delicate hand and wrapping her fingers around it. She licked it more naturally this time, starting at the base of your shaft and dragging her wet tongue upwards until she reached your swollen tip, swirling around it mindlessly and giving a wet kiss on it.
Eunbi followed her lead, her tongue on one side while Hyewon mirrored the other, both women painting your hard shaft with their wet flattened tongues, before ascending on your tip and licking up against it, causing you to groan.
The two beautiful women on their knees for you wandered their tongues all over your shaft, not missing a spot before syncing back up and licking your swollen head, both hitting all the right spots, their touch driving you crazy.
"F-fuck," you moaned to their delight, going crazy at the intense pleasure already. You felt a hand fondling your balls and jerked abruptly, earning a pretty smile from Eunbi.
"They feel so heavy and full," Eunbi said as she kissed each one, grazing her cute nose against them.
Hyewon looked for approval, meeting the gaze of Eunbi. Without another word Hyewon licked her lips and parted them with your sensitive tip, taking you into her radiating warm mouth.
You moaned loudly at the softness of Hyewon’s plump lips as she sucked your tip gently, eyes looking up. Eunbi watched as Hyewon sucked you off, the pleasure of her wet mouth enveloping your shaft.
“You’re getting good at this," Eunbi said as she smiled. She brought her mouth to your balls, blowing her hot breath against your sack before delicately kissing and licking them.
"I love how sensitive you get," Eunbi said, licking turning into sucking as her soft lips tenderly slurped your balls one at a time, the double pleasure from each woman overwhelming your senses.
Hyewon's lips slid deeper, her tongue licking your underside as Eunbi's lips sucked your balls more forcibly, covering them in saliva as she rested a hand on your thigh, stimulating you more by digging her nails into your skin.
It was as if they were competing to give the most pleasure, not wanting to back down. Eunbi took your cock into her needy familiar mouth, sucking with such force you felt like you might pass out. Hyewon did not keep her mouth empty as she mirrored Eunbi’s earlier movements, gently sucking on your balls, both women eagerly to milk you dry it seemed.
“Fuck...you’re both amazing at this,” you groaned, and you were met with faster movements.
The difference in experience and techniques was immediately apparent. Hyewon's lack of expertise allowed her to take things slowly, but she couldn't take more than half your cock down her throat, instead focusing on sucking you off more sensually.
Eunbi was the opposite, proudly able and willing to take all of your cock down her warm throat, deepthroating with ease and sucked rapidly and messily. Both were pleasurable, and feeling the contrast of both as they switch back and forth, practically fighting over your cock drove you insane.
“Don’t be selfish, unnie, " Hyewon whined as Eunbi devoured your cock down her throat, sliding her lips in long smooth strokes from base to tip, showing off her lack of gag reflex. She was so messy that saliva spilled out of the corners of her mouth and dripped down to her huge tits, the sight arousing you even more.
You held the back of Eunbi's head and pushed her down your base, moaning needily as her throat tightened, slurping on every inch of your shaft while Hyewon kept her mouth full of your heavy balls, trying to learn how best to pleasure them.
"Mommy loves this cock," Eunbi hummed, and in response Hyewon forcibly stole it from her, the elder shooting a deadly look.
"Do you really think you can make him cum with this lousy blowjob?" Eunbi hissed, as she went back to work on your balls, lathering them up with her warm saliva and slurping loudly.
Hyewon sucked faster as a response, moving past her usual threshold and gagging as a result. Eunbi eyed her, watching her take more and more until her lips almost met your base, but retreating at the last moment as she coughed.
"It's okay, Hyewon, not everyone can be as good as me."
Hyewon cursed under her breath, only motivated by her unnie’s pitiful attempts to incite and dove back in. She didn't care how much she gagged, Eunbi wasn't going to show her up. Starting halfway, Hyewon took as much as she could before retreating, reaching a new point each time.
"You must like choking on that dick, huh? You sound really pretty when you gag on it, I think you could use some help though," Eunbi said as she grabbed the younger girl by the head and forced her down your base, increasing her gagging sounds and your pleasure.
Hyewon’s eyes went wide as Eunbi fucked her throat with your cock, not used to her mouth so completely stuffed that she couldn't help feel overwhelmed.
"Breathe through your nose, baby," Eunbi cooed as she roughly shoved her down all the way at the end of your cock, causing you to gasp and groan loudly.
"There we go, that's how you do it. Mommy is a good teacher isn’t she?”
Eunbi smirked as she continued her relentless use of Hyewon’s mouth, not letting up for a single moment, testing her gag reflexes and making her take you as deep as possible until she signaled that she had enough.
"Unnie!" Hyewon yelled as she gasped for air, wiping drool off her chin and using it to jerk off your cock.
"This is what you wanted right? To prove you were better?"
Hyewon ignored her and focused on your cock, licking it wildly.
"Prove it then. Finish him off," Eunbi encouraged.
Hyewon didn't back down even though she couldn't stop herself from gagging, she was determined. Her soft plump lips kissed the end of your base as your cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t give up.
"Fuck…Hyewon…"
Hyewon bobbed her head as she worked her magic in between your legs, slurping and sucking the life out of your cock. Eunbi was more than content to take a backseat, gently massaging your balls as she watched on.
"There you go, baby, doing such a good job. Empty those heavy balls and suck him dry," Eunbi demanded.
Hyewon looked straight ahead with a mouth full of cock, her innocent sparkling eyes glued to your own as she was prepared to drain you. Her wet full lips were sealed tight around your shaft, the sounds of her slurping every inch to try and earn your approval was far too much.
"Ah, fuck, Hyewon. I'm gonna fucking cum."
The duo smiled as you felt your limits being hit, your breathing weakening, and your balls tightening.
It wasn’t much longer as you felt your climax arriving, tightly grabbing the back of Hyewon’s head as you throbbed inside her mouth and erupted, flooding her throat with copious amounts of your hot cum.
Your orgasm took over your body as you continued pumping your thick load into the back of Hyewon’s throat, grunting with every spurt that released from your shaft.
Hyewon handled it well at first, but the more you came the more difficult it became for her as your load began spilling out of her mouth, too much for her to contain.
"Amateur," Eunbi said. "You shouldn't waste a single drop of his delicious cum.”
Your intense orgasm mercifully came to a halt and Hyewon's lips squeezed tight around your still throbbing shaft, ensuring everything had been milked out of you.
"There was so much, holy shit," Hyewon said while trying to talk with a mouth full of cum as she removed her lips from your cock, sliding her fingers around your shaft to make sure nothing was left.
"Show it, baby. Show us how much you made him cum."
Hyewon complied as she opened her mouth for all to see, revealing a thick white pool that had been deposited on her tongue.
"Swallow it," Eunbi demanded. It took more than one gulp, but Hyewon tilted her head back in satisfaction and opened her now empty mouth, displaying her wet pink tongue to confirm your load was now inside her stomach.
"Good girl," Eunbi purred as she began cleaning up drops of cum that spilled out of Hyewon’s mouth.
"Mommy has to do this because you couldn't handle such a huge load," she sighed, licking your shaft clean of every spilled drop, taking your tip into her warm mouth and sucking it clean, your sensitivity arousing her.
“How was it?” Eunbi asked as she made sure to not miss anything, jerking your cock off slowly as your body trembled with the aftershocks of your climax.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, she licked her lips before answering. “Yummy.”
Letting go of your cock Eunbi licked her lips and fingers clean, sucking on them lewdly with each one making a loud pop.
"Hyewon and I are going to have some fun in the bedroom. Come join us when you're ready."
✦✦
It took a while to finish gathering your senses, catching your breath as you clutched a pillow to your chest. You rested on the couch for several minutes, waiting for your breathing to stabilize.
Aiding your recovery you downed a glass of ice water in one go, taking another deep breath and as you let it out you heard a sound in the distance that broke the silence. A loud, feminine moan, that you couldn’t quite figure out who the owner was.
The closer you got to the bedroom the louder the moaning got. Opening the door to your room and the bed you shared with Hyewon left you with an empty dark room as you closed the door and headed down the hallway, down into Hyewon’s actual bedroom.
“Oh fuck!” you heard crying out behind the shut door, feeling your heart beating faster as the voice became unmistakable as belonging to Hyewon.
Taking a breath you gently grabbed the handle and turned it as you were greeted with an unforgettable sight.
With just one lamp illuminating the room on the left side of the bed, you walked in to find a set of panties left in the middle of the floor and found Hyewon’s naked body sprawled out and holding on to the headboard for dear life.
Neither of the two women noticed your arrival. Eunbi was too preoccupied with having her head buried in between Hyewon’s naked thighs, rubbing at her core and devouring the writhing blonde.
“Nice of you to join us finally,“ Eunbi said as she held onto Hyewon’s flushed thighs, eating her pussy out like she had skipped an entire week's worth of meals. The sight of Eunbi making Hyewon an absolute mess brought your erection back to full hardness right away.
“Since this bed doesn’t get used anymore I figured it was a good place to start since you two haven’t defiled it yet.”
“Hey!” Hyewon protested, but any further complaints were drowned out by her whimpering moans.
“It’s a shame I left my handcuffs back at work,” Eunbi said. “You’d really be squirming right now.”
Eunbi continued her assault on the younger woman’s body, her tongue deep inside Hyewon’s pussy and lapping up all her juices liberally leaking from her spread thighs.
“Are you just going to stare at my ass all day?” Eunbi asked annoyed.
“Is that an option?” You fired back playfully.
“No. Don’t make me be the only one doing the work here.”
“But you’re doing such a good job, I’d hate to distract you.”
“Enough. Mommy wants that cock.”
It had been far too long since you had fucked Eunbi, and you weren’t going to keep her waiting as you climbed the bed, staring at the view before doing anything else. Kneeling behind her tight round ass you quickly tugged her thong off her full curvy hips, down her toned legs, and tossed it away.
You felt hypnotized by the pink glistening flesh in between her thighs, giving Eunbi’s ass a firm squeeze, her velvety cheeks felt so good against your palms as you lined your cock against Eunbi’s opening, feeling the heat radiating as an invitation.
“U-unnie, that feels so good,” Hyewon moaned, gripping the headboard even tighter. You prepared yourself to enter the oldest of the two busty women, spreading her thick thighs and looking down at her wet pussy that looked so damn inviting.
Running your cock up and down Eunbi’s pink wet slit, you took a deep breath before pushing in slowly and parting her wet flesh with your cock, being met by her intense warmth as you entered Eunbi once more, the feeling of her pussy even better this time.
You groaned needily as your tip disappeared inside Eunbi’s warm walls, and then pushed deeper inside her until you were halfway inside. She looked back, her eyes telling you to get on with it already. In one stroke you used your hips and gave Eunbi what she wanted, your whole shaft was inside her warmth, the slick of her walls gripping tight around your shaft and refusing to let go.
You watched Eunbi make an absolute mess out of Hyewon as you held to her perfect wide hips, slowly began pumping inside her, feeling her pussy swallowing your cock and lighting your senses on fire as you began to fuck her from behind.
Having experienced Eunbi in this position already you knew she liked it rough, giving her plump ass a loud slap as you thrusted deep, using your hips to establish a fast and steady rhythm.
“You’re so fucking tight, mommy,” you said, giving her ass repeated spanks as you began pounding into her pussy, the wet flesh wrapped around your cock squeezing even tighter with every thrust.
Eunbi wasn’t able to moan freely as she slurped and feasted on Hyewon’s delicious pussy, but you could tell from the way her body reacted to you that she was in love with what you were doing to her.
It was hard to comprehend what was happening. Pounding into Eunbi as she ate out another woman was heavenly, and it helped that the same woman was one you had slept with already and had become very close in every sense of the word. Hyewon was certainly dripping between her thighs, but the juices coming out of Eunbi’s tight hole certainly matched the youngest, allowing you to thrust as deep as you needed into the older detective with ease.
It didn’t take long until a trio of moans filled the room, the wet squelch of Eunbi’s hot flesh being driven into harshly caused her body to slam against Hyewon’s sensitive clit, turning her into an even louder, needier mess.
Eunbi felt even tighter than when you had fucked her in the interrogation room, her pussy so hot and tight and wet around you just wanted to ravage her until neither of you could walk in the morning.
"Baby, your cock feels amazing inside me. You like mommy’s tight pussy?" Eunbi asked.
“Y-yes, mommy. You’re so wet. “ you moaned and in response and upped your pace even faster, her pussy gripping your shaft so tightly it almost hurt.
The smack of your hips against Eunbi’s voluptuous ass was the sound you loved to hear, causing her soft flesh to ripple beautifully in time with each thrust, drilling into her with such aggression that caused the bed to shake in protest, earning higher muffled moans from her and giving one more slap on her beautiful ass.
“Mommy loves being spanked, don’t stop baby.”
“Unnie, you’re such a slut,” Hyewon teased, as you gave harsh hits to Eunbi’s soft bottom, trying to leave your handprints on both cheeks.
“Me? Because I know what I like? If I remember you were the one who jerked a guy off you met at work for not even five minutes.”
“Hey! I was curious and he was cute. It’s not my fault.”
“Not so innocent are you, slut?” Eunbi fired back, slurping on her folds and bringing two and then three fingers deep inside her cunt, eating her out without a care in the world other than shutting her up.
“Oh fuck unnie! I-I’m so close,” Hyewon whimpered, holding on to Eunbi’s head, desperately chasing her orgasm as she rocked her hips against her face, only encouraging Eunbi to furiously rub and slurp on her clit.
“Oh god..u-unnie, I’m cumming!”
With Hyewon practically screaming Eunbi’s name, you continued drilling Eunbi’s tight pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her all the way to Hyewon’s body as her thighs quivered around Eunbi’s face, as her toes curled and she came hard all over Eunbi’s pretty face.
Eunbi licked up everything that leaked between her legs, cleaning her folds and licking every inch of her stained thighs before Hyewon gently pushed her away off her.
“U-unnie, you’re so good at that,” Hyewon breathlessly said.
“I’m good at everything I do, baby,” she confidently smirked.
“Now rest up, Hyewonie,” she said as she looked behind her. ”As good as you feel inside me, mommy wants to ride your face.”
You didn’t want to retreat from the comforting warmth of Eunbi’s pussy, but given the alternative was having your face warmed with her powerful thighs it was quite worth the sacrifice.
Before using your face as a pillow Eunbi lifted herself into position, giving you a chance to admire every curve and inch of her immaculate beautiful skin as she sat down and locked her warm thighs around your head.
“You’ll make mommy feel good won’t you?”
“Of course. Anything for mommy.”
“Good boy,” Eunbi replied as she pushed her weight down and smothered you with her succulent pussy, her aroma intoxicating you as breathed hot air against her core and explored her folds with your tongue, licking her juices clean.
“Mommy tastes so good,” you moaned as Eunbi gyrated her hips and you felt her delicious juices smearing all over your lips, not missing a drop of her nectar.
While you fucked Eunbi’s tight hole with your tongue, she grabbed onto your head, pulling at your hair to shove you deeper inside her pretty cunt, leaving you sucking and licking her pussy, licking, slurping on her folds to give her the pleasure she deserved.
“That mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” Eunbi said as you looked up at the pleasure you were giving her, feeling her thighs squeezing tighter as she rode your face faster as you explored and stimulated every inch of her pussy.
Meanwhile, Hyewon stirred back to life, and while you alternated between trying to breathe and pleasuring Eunbi, you felt a cold delicate hand squeezing your cock, wrapping tightly around your shaft as she began stroking you slowly.
“I can’t believe you’re still so hard after cumming in my mouth,” Hyewon said, jerking off you at a slow rate.
“We just must turn him on that much,” Eunbi replied, her playful words quickly turned into lustful moans as you drove your tongue deeper into her cunt as her slick continuously leaked into your mouth.
You wondered her sculpted body with your hands while you continued to be smothered by her beautiful thighs. You grabbed onto her wonderful breasts, taking a handful and squeezing, pinching her hard sensitive nipples as she closed her eyes and her breathing hitched.
You could sense the tension in her body as you made out with her pussy, sucking her clit harshly. Juice leaked everywhere, drenching your tongue and lips as she tugged on your hair harder, trying to force you deeper inside her wet hole.
“F-fuck, baby, mommy’s g-gonna-”
Looking up at Eunbi you slurped her pussy loudly, still playing with her tits as you felt her thighs squeezing around your head as they vibrated violently and she came all over your face, gasping and moaning breathlessly as you were drenched in her delicious sweet nectar.
You helped her ride out her orgasm as the grip her thighs had on your head weakened, still trembling and shaking as she looked down between her and giggled at the mess she left deposited all over your face.
"You're so good with that tongue, baby. You made mommy cum so hard."
Eunbi gently climbed off your face and immediately crashed on top of Hyewon, their breasts mashing together as the older initiated a make-out session as you were able to breathe again.
“Now, do you think you can handle that dick?” Eunbi asked.
Hyewon pouted cutely. “Unnie, he’s fucked me before.”
“But you were in control the whole time, and I’m sure he was gentle. Do you think you can take his cock when he’s pounding your tight little pussy with it?”
Hyewon scoffed. “I’ll be fine, unnie.”
“We’ll see. How do you want her, baby?”
You didn’t hesitate for a second before you answered, knowing just how you wanted her.
“Bent over. I want you to watch me fuck her, mommy.”
“I’d be happy to, baby,” Eunbi responded, giving Hyewon one more lustful kiss.
“You heard him, Hyewon. Hands and knees,” Eunbi ordered.
Hyewon obeyed without delay like the innocent pup she who always obediently listened to Eunbi at work, this was no different. Her palms and knees placed flat on the black silk sheets, Hyewon laid her head down, lifting her scrumptious ass in the air.
She wasn’t as curvy as Eunbi, her thighs were a bit slimmer but her skin was just as soft, and her body wasn’t lacking in any way. Hyewon’a pussy was tighter, something Eunbi would kill you for saying had you the courage to admit it.
You could taste Hyewon’s anticipation as you lined your shaft up with her pussy, her pink pussy ready and waiting to be filled. As you ran your cock through Hyewon’s soft wet folds, you gasped at the feeling of her wet flesh as you pushed against it, groaning at how tight she was as you entered her pussy.
Pushing in deeper and earning a loud needy moan, you felt the tight clench of her walls squeezing the life out of your cock. Hyewon’s much tighter pussy and lack of experience being penetrated meant you really had to take your time so you didn’t hurt her, but you had a feeling she was going to enjoy the fucking she was about to take.
“She’s fucking tight isn’t she?” Eunbi asked, positioning herself behind your body as she draped an arm around your chest.
“She is. I feel like I can barely fit.”
"The first time I fingered her I could barely slip one finger inside. Make sure you stretch out her nice and wide.”
“I will, mommy.”
Not wanting to disappoint either woman you pushed in deeper, parting Hyewon’s pussy wider as half of your length rested inside. When she was on top it was easy for her to take as much as she wanted to, but being bent over in this vulnerable position you felt there was much more resistance, her almost uncomfortable tightness struggling to take you all in.
“F-fuck, you’re so big,” Hyewon cried out, as she tried adjusting to your length, Eunbi smirking proudly at the struggle she was facing already.
“He is right? Are you sure you can handle him? He’s going to be able to fuck you much deeper in this position.”
“Unnie, shut up. I can handle it,” Hyewon snapped back.
“Well, you heard her. Fuck her, baby.”
Not even letting your cock enter the deepest part of her pussy, you placed your hands on her soft supple asscheeks and you established a gentle rhythm, using your hips as you slowly fucked Hyewon from behind, her wet walls squeezing you with the tightest grip possible.
“Oh fuck…” she moaned loudly.
“Take it nice and slow,” Eunbi whispered into your ear. “And when you think she’s ready, fucking pound her.”
“Yes, mommy.”
Encouraged by her instructions, you took things at a slow pace, savoring her wet flesh wrapping around your shaft, Hyewon whimpered and whined and moaned needily as you pumped slowly inside her.
“How’s that pussy feel, baby?” Eunbi asked as she began peppering your neck with delicate soft kisses.
“It feels really good, mommy.”
Even halfway inside Hyewon felt so tight and warm, her heavenly soft flesh squeezing your cock as you gave short, shallow thrusts, building up the pace.
“You feel so good inside,” Hyewon moaned, as you moved your hands to her hips, watching your cock disappearing between her supple ass. With every thrust it became easier to move in and out of Hyewon, stretching her tight little hole little by little, making her wetter at the same time.
Words couldn’t describe how tight Hyewon felt, even after a few minutes of moving in and out her she still was a tight fit, her exceptionally tight pussy suffocating your shaft. You used your fingers to rub at her clit, creating whinier moans to escape her lips as you created more wetness around your shaft, aiding your penetration.
Soon after you were able to stretch her out enough to be able to take more of you, and you let out a satisfied grunt as you fully entered her, bottoming her out with your cock as you withdrew, leaving half of you impaled inside her tight warm cave.
“H-harder,” Hyewon softly whimpered, her words barely audible.
“What was that?” Eunbi asked.
“I-I want to be fucked harder,” Hyewon said.
“Speak up, baby, we can’t hear you.”
Hyewon took a deep breath. “Harder. Fuck me. Harder,” she said, every word this time crystal clear.
“You heard her, baby. Go wild.”
You hadn’t heard a better set of words all day. Growing frustrated with the slow tedious pace, you were happy to be able to fuck Hyewon at your whim, quickly settling into a much more natural pace that you were used to.
Hearing the pleasurable sounds of flesh against flesh as your hips smacked against Hyewon’s ass, you took advantage of being able to freely fuck her, squeezing her hips as you slammed into her tight hole.
Hyewon scrambled to grab handfuls of the sheets as you opened her up, her moans increased alongside your speed.
“She said she can take it, baby, so make her take it. Every inch.”
You grabbed onto Hyewon’s arms and pulled them behind her, holding her delicate wrists as you fucked her hard from behind, her body being pulled upright just a bit as you went wild and hammered into her cunt.
You made sure to be deep as possible in this position, as Hyewon’s ass jiggled with every thrust as did her breasts, her cheeks clapping together rhythmically as her whines and whimpering moans grew louder and deeper as did the harsh smacking of flash together.
Eunbi swung your head around so she could plant deep kisses on your lips, taking some of the focus away as you pounded away into Hyewon’s pussy, pistoning your hips without a care as sweat began dripping down your forehead.
“Keep pounding her, baby. Don’t stop fucking our little slut until she can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
You felt Hyewon tighten at Eunbi’s use of the word slut and wanted to test it out yourself.
“Do you like when I fuck you this deep, baby?” you asked.
After moments of groans and gasping Hyewon responded. “Y-yes, your cock feels so big inside me. I feel so filled.”
“You like being fucked like a slut?”
Hyewon tightened again. “I-i’m not a slut! Not like, Unnie-” she protested.
“You’re not? If I remember correctly you sucked my cock the first week I moved in here.”
“It was because you were always hard in the morning! I felt bad for you.”
Eunbi laughed. “Felt bad, or felt horny?” she said.
“U-unnie! I’m not a slut!”
“That’s not what your body says right now. I can feel how fucking wet you are, Hyewon. Your tight little pussy loves my cock.”
“I-i just wanted to help out. To return the favor, that’s all-”
“Then you won’t mind if I stop fucking you and fuck Eunbi instead?”
“N-no! Please! I’m already close, please don’t stop!”
You dropped her arms and they collapsed against the mattress. “Admit it then.”
“I-i can’t, I’m not-”
You slowed down your pace considerably, Hyewon whimpered even more.
“P-please, baby! I’m almost there.”
“Then maybe you should admit it. We both know you’re not as innocent as you pretend you are,” Eunbi said.
Hyewon pondered for a moment as you barely moved inside her. “Fine. I-I’m a slut. I loved sucking your cock in the morning, and I loved when you came inside me.”
“Was that so hard?” Eunbi asked. “Do you want him to cum inside you again?”
“Y-yes!”
“Then tell him, baby.”
“P-please cum inside me! I want you to pound me and fill my tight little pussy!” Hyewon begged.
You smirked and resumed your harsh pace, running your hands up her tight sweaty body and cupping her breasts, squeezing them and feeling her hard nipples brushing against your palms as you drilled yourself into her.
“I’m gonna cum!” Hyewon abruptly said as you felt her walls squeezing you the tightest they ever had.
“Then fucking cum,” you growled impatiently in response.
You took a bit of pride in seeing Hyewon like this, her innocent demeanor completely broken down and replaced with lustful desire and need.
With your hands full of her wonderful warm breasts, you felt her pussy pulsating around you and Hyewon screamed as she came all over your cock, her voice hitting an octave you didn’t even think it could go as her juices saturated her thighs, your shaft, and the bedsheets underneath. So much for not defiling the bed, you thought to yourself with a snicker.
Her body weakly shook as the aftershocks fired off like bullets, each wave of pleasure threatening to make her whole body collapse.
“Your turn, baby. You better fill her up,” Eunbi demanded.
You were already on the brink, and with Eunbi’s words along with the look of desperation Hyewon shot at you, there wasn’t much you could do to hold out. Teetering on the verge of exhaustion, you gave everything you had as you hooked both of Hyewon’s arms and brought her upright, feeling her sweaty back pressed up against your chest as you pounded her pussy.
“Take it all, baby. Take all my cock you fucking slut,” you hissed, the words seemingly appearing out of nowhere as you buried yourself deep inside Hyewon’s dripping cunt. Without anything to grab on to, Hyewon was at your mercy, fucking her with the last remaining shred of energy you had, your carnal desires fueling your urge to absolutely ruin her.
Without another word you came inside Hyewon, feeling a sense of relief as you sent your thick hot cum inside her, throbbing and groaning with every single spurt until she was pumped full of your plentiful load.
“You did so well,” you whispered to Hyewon weakly, as you released her and she collapsed to the bed in front and you followed as you pulled out, your sticky cum staining her thighs as you equally gasped for air.
"Look how much you came, baby," Eunbi said as her view was on the semen dripping out of Hyewon as you crashed on the side of the bed next to her, struggling to breathe with any kind of regularity.
"Don't move a muscle, Hyewon," Eunbi ordered, as she bent down between her thighs, and began licking her clean.
"U-unnie," Hyewon softly whimpered as Eunbi cleaned up the mess you had just left inside her, slurping your load directly from Hyewon’s freshly fucked pussy and greedily swallowing it all, rekindling the fire in your loins and bringing you back to full hardness, something Eunbi took notice of.
“Don’t relax yet, baby. You still need to give mommy your cum.”
Hyewon crashed to her side exhausted as you laid down in anticipation of what Eunbi had planned.
"Mommy wants to ride that cock," Eunbi said as she pounced on your body and you felt her naked thighs straddling your waist, caressing your sweat misted skin and smiling sweetly.
"Just relax and let mommy do all the work."
Her gaze relaxed you as she kissed you again, this time more lustfully, biting your lower lip and holding on. She grabbed your cock, slickened with the juices of both women and stroked it carefully, teasing her silky wet folds with it.
“You’re still throbbing for me, baby. Does mommy turn you on this much?”
“Yes, mommy. You’re so sexy.”
“I’m glad you think so, baby,” Eunbi said shyly, still teasing her warm flesh with your leaking cock.
“What do you like about me, baby?”
“Your pretty eyes. Your sexy hips. Your amazing tits. Your soft thighs. I love everything about you, mommy.”
Eunbi blushed. “You’re so sweet, baby. I hope you still have some cum stored up in those balls. Mommy wants to ruin you.”
“Please do, mommy.”
With your tip still aimed at her tight entrance, Eunbi lifted her hips up and slowly sank down onto your cock, parting her wet flesh and impaling herself. She took the first few inches of your shaft at first, and then slipped every part of you inside her with ease as if showing off and moaning freely at being so full.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Eunbi moaned loudly, resting her delicate soft hands on your chest. You grabbed onto her waist and stared at her magnificent figure, your mouth drooling over every sinful curve of her body so sculpted to perfection as you eagerly anticipated her next move.
“You’re so wet, mommy.”
“All because of you, baby,” Eunbi replied with a charming smile as she began slowly moving her hips, taking you in and out of her body at a delicate pace. Your mind went numb at the warmth and tightness enveloping your shaft, her pussy gripping on tight as if to tell your cock it wasn’t going anywhere but inside her.
Eunbi threw her head back as her pace increased and she created a steady rhythm, rolling her hips as she rode your cock, taking you to the hilt with every bounce. She was in control in more ways than one, not for her comfort but for yours, only giving as much pleasure as she dictated you needed.
With her pretty hands still resting upon your chest, her nails began digging into your skin as the look in her eyes became more devilish.
“Mommy loves your cock,” she said as she picked up the pace, her warm thighs smacking against yours, as you felt mesmerized by the way her huge breasts bounced.
Eunbi grew tired of her sensual nature and began slamming herself against your shaft, her tight cunt dripping juices each time she was filled to the hilt, She became more and more aggressive by the second, leaning her body forward to kiss and lick your neck before blowing hot air in your ear.
“Hyewon might get to fuck you while you live together, but mommy owns this cock. She’s just borrowing it when I’m not around.”
“It belongs to you, mommy.”
“Don’t either of you forget that,” she said as she violently rode your cock, her warm skin slapping against your own flesh as her cunt was repeatedly penetrated as deep as possible, riding with vigor as her ass plump bouncing wildly against your cock.
“Mommy needs these balls drained, baby. You’ll give mommy your cum, won’t you?”
“Y-yes, mommy. I’ll do anything you ask.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, mommy. Anything.”
“What if mommy wants to keep riding you after you cum?”
“Then mommy can keep riding me as long as she wants.”
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Eunbi asked as she grabbed your hands and placed them on her tits. You nodded and squeezed them both, playing with her hard nipples with your fingers.
“You like mommy’s tits, don’t you?”
“I love them. Your tits are so amazing, Mommy.”
Liking what she heard, Eunbi grabbed the back of your head and brought her chest to your face, smothering you with her delicious breasts. The soft flesh of her heavy tits against your face felt so comforting and heavenly, you never wanted them to leave.
“Oh fuck, baby, mommy might cum soon.”
You loved every moment, every sensation sent through your body. You didn’t mind Eunbi using you to get off, you wanted nothing more but to please her.
Eunbi rode you so hard that you were sure the bed was going to break, clearly enjoying vigorously using your cock.
“Unnie, don’t break him,” Hyewon teased as she rested her tired body up against Eunbi, burying her face into the crook of her neck.
“All rested up for round two?” Eunbi asked. Hyewon tiredly shook her head.
“No, I just wanted to play with these,” Hyewon said as she felt up her chest, cupping her breasts softly and giving a gentle squeeze, stealing the large mounds from the comfort of your face and into her own hands.
“Don’t be selfish, Hyewon,” Eunbi said. The two exchanged saliva as their lips met and tongues clashed, Hyewon giving into the older woman.
Eunbi’s juices vigorously flowed out of her cunt, the added stimulation of Hyewon’s hands exploring her chest, pinching her nipples brought her new uncontrollable pleasure that she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Is mommy going to cum?” Hyewon asked, surprising the room by warming up to the use of Eunbi's insistent title.
“I am,” Eunbi softly said, laughing at Hyewon’s use of the word.
“Cum for us, mommy,” Hyewon innocently said, and it seemed to trigger Eunbi’s second climax of the night as she slipped into a euphoric trance as all her senses were shaken, tightening around your cock and leaking enough juices to almost slip out of her.
Once she came down from her high, you felt the enthusiastic bounce of her hips as she intended to draw out your own climax as Hyewon still clung to her body.
“I forgot how needy you are after you cum,” Eunbi teased. “I-i’m not-” Hyewon protested, proving the opposite as she kissed Eunbi’s shoulders.
“Are you close baby?” Eunbi asked as she grabbed your hands and interlocked your fingers with hers, pinning your arms above your head. “If not you will be,” she smirked.
“Cum inside mommy,” she demanded as she gave her all, slamming herself down with the only intention to drain you. Her hair was out of place, sweat dripping all over her body, making her jiggling breasts look even more appetizing, she had never looked sexier. Eunbi was in total control of you, and you were going to finish inside her whether you wanted or not, not that you ever would have rejected that idea.
You laid there helplessly as Eunbi rode your cock without mercy, her sweaty thighs slapping against your own as you struggled to gather your senses, waiting for the inevitable as the pressure in your abdomen grew.
“M-mommy, I’m gonna cum,” you cried out, every syllable difficult to form as they left your lips. Her eyes lit up in anticipation. You didn’t hold on anymore, not that you could, but you stared into Eunbi’s eyes and the lustful look that demanded your release sent you over the edge.
“Cum for mommy,” she said as if those three seductive words were the final bit of permission you needed. You groaned needily as your throbbing cock exploded inside her, filling up her walls as she drained the final spurts of cum left just for her, somehow equally as much as you had given Hyewon.
“Such a good boy,” she said as she kissed your forehead. You wondered if she was going to keep going, keeping you to your word of not stopping but mercifully she seemed satisfied.
Giving you a few moments to rest she slowly and gingerly lifted her body off of your cock an inch at a time, the three of you watching the dripping thick load leaked between her thighs, the result of your combined juices seeping out.
Hyewon looked in awe. “I can’t believe you can still cum so much. “
“I have that effect on people,” she proudly boasted. You laid there barely able to move, twitching as you felt their mouths returning to your cock, lips and tongues cleaning up your shaft and running all over your drained balls.
Moments after you passed out from exhaustion.
✦✦
The morning after was a blur. You arose before anyone else, still wondering if the night before was a wonderful dream that you unfairly never acted out. The mess of stained sheets and naked limbs surrounding you and the weight of both gorgeous women perched on your chest thankfully meant everything became a reality, but you still pinched yourself just in case.
"Good morning…" you heard a voice softly say sleepily.
"Good morning, mommy," you responded as you saw Eunbi waking up.
"I love when you call me that," she said as she left sweet tender kisses on your chest. "It turns me on so much."
"Did you sleep well, mommy?" you asked, repeating the word.
"I did, baby, thanks to you. I'm still wet though, just thinking about you."
Eunbi’s pretty fingers ran through out of place strands of your hair, playing with them.
"And it looks like you're excited this morning thinking about mommy," she said as she grabbed your cock and stroked slowly. You moaned at her touch and she smiled devilishly.
"Maybe mommy should jerk you off right here."
"We shouldn't wake her."
"Hyewon? She'll be out for a while, you really did a number on her."
"Still, I'd hate to disturb her."
"How about a quickie in the shower while she rests?” Eunbi asked.
"Now that's a great idea." You carefully removed yourself from underneath Hyewon, trying not to wake her. Eunbi literally grabbed you by the dick and led you to the bathroom, letting the water get as hot as it could before stepping inside.
You didn’t know what it was about both women that seemed to love their scalding hot showers, but you weren’t going to question it given the view in front of you.
Not long after you wettened you hair, Eunbi turned the shower into her own erotic show as she soaped up her voluptuous body and lathered up her massive tits. Knowing you couldn’t divert your eyes she played with her own nipples, pinching and pulling on them as she moaned and you quickly felt yourself growing hard as a rock.
“You like watching mommy get clean?” Eunbi asked as she bit her lip. Before you could answer the shower door opened and Hyewon joined the fun.
“Hey! You started without me,“ she frowned.
“You looked so peaceful, we didn’t want to wake you,” Eunbi said.
"Nice excuse, unnie. You just wanted his cock to yourself."
"You caught me red-handed. And what happened to mommy?"
Hyewon blushed and turned shy.
“Just clean me, " Eunbi said.
You couldn’t help but feel they were teasing you, soaping up each other's bodies and kissing each other at the same time as the water ran down their flushed skin. As always, Eunbi felt the need to up the ante, using her knee to spread Hyewon’s wet thighs and grinding against her core.
“F-fuck, mommy-” Hyewon moaned.
“You wanna ride mommy’s thigh don’t you, baby?”
“Y-yes, mommy,” she desperately responded, trying to force any bit of friction she could against Eunbi’s muscular toned thigh. Eunbi allowed it for a few moments, finding it cute how needy she always was as she brought her fingers to her breasts, playing with Hyewon’s swollen sensitive nipples before grabbing her hips and ceasing her movements.
“You shouldn’t cum before our guest does,” Hyewon whined but didn’t voice a complaint.
She grabbed Hyewon by the ass and pulled her towards her body, their wet soapy breasts mashing together.
“Hyewon.”
“Yes, mommy?”
“Follow my lead.”
Eunbi knelt on the shower’s tile floor, Hyewon quickly followed, both stroking your cock. Eunbi angled her body to the side as the water ran over your chest. Soaping up her tits even more, she grabbed your cock and placed it in between her soapy cleavage, wrapping her breasts around your shaft.
She didn’t move yet, and Hyewon caught on quickly, matching her position on the opposite side with her wet breasts smothering the other side of your shaft. You realized what exactly was about to happen, and nothing could prepare you for it.
They flashed each other a look, and the moment they started moving together you absolutely lost it as they created friction, sandwiching your cock in between the heavy warm flesh of their tits.
“Holy fuck,” you moaned, and they both let out gasps at the result of their sensitive nipples grinding against each other. As if that weren’t enough, Eunbi leaned in to take a kiss from Hyewon who returned her advances, as the two messily sucked each other's faces.
You had no doubt in your mind that this is what heaven was like.
“Like that, baby?” Eunbi said.
“You have no fucking idea.”
They both giggled and watched as you lost your mind even more. You didn’t dare close your eyes for a second, keeping your eyes glued to the way their perfect tits assaulted your cock, struggling to keep your composure as the intense pleasure spiked through every bit of your body.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last very long.”
“Mommy wouldn’t expect you to.”
Just a few more moments was all you could handle, the warmth of both of their breasts squeezing and massaging your cock was too much. You throbbed in between them as you groaned loud enough to echo around the shower walls as you filled up their cleavage with cum and painted their pretty faces and they proudly wore your warmth on their features.
The two shared a series of giggles before Eunbi licked your sticky warmth off Hyewon’s face, the younger returning the favor before licking each other's faces clean, kissing each other with cum-stained lips and eagerly swapping your load.
They kissed your depleted shaft as you weakly leaned yourself against the shower’s cold tiles, forcing your eyes open as Hyewon rode Eunbi’s thigh to completion and Eunbi gushed all over Hyewon’s slim fingers in a matter of moments.
The three of you dressed and dried off in relative silence, recovering from the events of the past 24 hours.
“What happens now? With the case?” you asked.
“We don’t exactly know ourselves. We’ll have to figure out what happened, what went wrong, and if our information was inaccurate. This is a huge setback,” Eunbi said.
“We’ll be spending most of next week recovering from this. And we were so close too,” Hyewon frustratedly said.
“It can’t be helped, these things happen sometimes and we’ll have to prevent it from happening again,” Eunbi reassuringly replied.
“No more talk about work. How about some breakfast, Hyewon?”
“Right away. How does pancakes sound?”
“Amazing,” you said.
“Make an extra batch. We’re going to need to save up our energy for later.”
✦✦
“Hey. It's me. No, they don’t have any idea. Fucking idiots. Their operation was a failure in every possible way.”
“No, it was thanks to you too, boss. Yes, the account number is still the same. I can’t show you my gratitude enough, I’ll be able to pay off these fucking loans finally. “
“I’m not sure, I’m sure they’re scrambling like chickens with their head cut off. I’ll be able to find out more on Monday. Yes, I’ll be careful. I’ll see you in a week. “
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Penumbra Podcast fan Theory
I have a theory about how this season is going to end and where the Junoverse is headed. None of this is certain, it’s all just theory. This isn’t about Nureyev’s debts though, I have genuinely no idea what’s going on with that boi but he worries me lots. I love him, and can’t figure him out. This is about the other class X radical.
SPOILERS FOR JUNO STEEL AND WHAT LIES BEYOND PART 2
tl;dr Jet saw Nureyev/Ransom fly away with the Ruby 7. The Ruby 7 sent the distress signal. The Ruby 7 is a sentient ai. The Ruby 7 is the other class X radical.
1. Jet saw Nureyev/Ransom fly away with the Ruby 7.
There was a line from Jet that stuck out to me right away in What Lies Beyond part 2. At the very beginning of his interrogation jet says "I do not think. I know. There is nothing on this ship that they want." He also later says "There is nothing on this ship that they want. That is final". I do put more stock in the first than the second quote because by the second one he is playing along with Juno's plan and intentionally being angry. I have looked through the scripts and I don't think we're ever told where Jet is being held (lmk if I'm wrong) but for my theory to work he is somewhere with a window and/or he saw things before being put in a "cell" at all.
Jet is a straightforward guy and went into that interrogation with a plan. He had time to think about what he wanted to say to Juno and what he said was "I do not think. I know." I take this to mean she really does know. He knows that Ransom, who dark matters is looking for, is not on the ship. He knows that the Ruby 7, who he believes dark matters is looking for (I'll get to this later), is not on the ship.
While my Ruby 7 theory is a bit more of a long shot, I REALLY think Jet saw Ransom escape. He says in no uncertain terms that he KNOWS that there isn’t anything that Dark Matters is looking for. Even if we make an assumption that Jet thinks they’re only looking for one
2. The Ruby 7 sent the distress signal
So I’ve thought this might be true since my second listen through the episode. It was a bit of a wild guess at first, but the more I think about it the more I buckle down on it. It lines up in a lot of ways where nothing else I can think of does. This whole argument does assume that Sasha and Dark Matters didn’t just fabricate the distress signal, but given her distaste for agent G (god rest her soul), I think the signal was real.
When trying to decide who could have sent the signal we can immediately rule out literally every person in the carte blanche family. Buddy and Juno do a good job of explaining to us why each one of them couldn’t be it.
Buddy was dying (plus we have the added bonus of her monologue and knowing what she was doing)
Juno, Vespa, and Ransom were in sight of each other and in the way of EMP waves
Rita’s comms were knocked out by the EMP waves
Jet was fixing the Ruby 7 and was right next to the EMP waves. He was also pretty busy trying to keep buddy from allowing herself to be killed
All of these things considered, we can also just assume that no one on this ship would rat them out. The only possible defection is Ransom, but despite not knowing what his motives are, I don’t think he ratted them out to Dark Matters.
The only thing with the sentience to call out would be the Ruby (I’ll provide evidence for its sentience in a moment). I don’t know why it would reach out to Dark Matters specifically, but maybe it was just reaching out to anyone with a distress call. I don’t know how space distress calls work, but Sasha did need to specify that the call didn’t come from the Carte Blanche which means vehicles may have the power to send out a distress call.
We know from Sasha and Juno’s conversation that the distress call was sent out 4 times in 2 hours. In the episode we see 3 major EMP blasts: The one between episodes, the one when Vespa and Ransom start arguing and Buddy can’t communicate, and the one Buddy barely avoids by getting into the safe room. It isn’t unreasonable to presume there was a 4th EMP wave that occurred after Buddy was safe and sound but before the entire team made it back safely. 4 distress signals for 4 emp waves. If the Ruby 7 is the one sending these, then this math makes sense.
In The Heart of it all Part 2 Jet says to Buddy “Even an EMP so direct couldn’t deactivate its computer mind for a moment - though it is still bitter about its engines.” This means the Ruby may have been scared about its engines dying and therefore it sent out a distress signal.
None of this is provable at this point, but I also haven’t found any evidence to the contrary. If nothing following this is true, I still think this may be true.
3. The Ruby 7 is a sentient AI
It is at this point that I would like to acknowledge that I am using it/its as pronouns for the Ruby 7. This is how the car has been referred to in the show up until this point and so it is how I will be referring to it from here on out. If any of this pans out and the Ruby 7 uses different pronouns or signifiers in future episodes I will refer to it differently.
Before I give the reasons I think the Ruby 7 itself is sentient, I want to talk about why I think it’s plausible that Kevin and Sophie would take the story in this direction. The reason is pretty simple, they’ve told us they’d be willing to. Here is a clip of Kevin and Sophie in the Season 1 Q&A.
[audio file]
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cOXj3ybVkszLdt8U8BiRrVW3Cy7O_oGl/view?usp=sharing
[google doc transcript of audio file]
https://docs.google.com/document/d/16EP7CP6Wxic3q7-QhPce1dinan5A0ACNDdxZ4DfaEtA/edit?usp=sharing
So not only does this clip make it clear that Kevin has wanted robots in some form from the start, it shows that Sophie is open to the idea. We also hear them talk about how big of a deal it would be to introduce elements like this into the story. I would consider all of this setup as treating the concept of AI with the respect and time it deserves. We also know how much Kevin loves the Ruby 7 so making the car a main character would absolutely be within the realm of possibilities. The Ruby 7 is arguably the 7th member of their crew with or without sentience.
Now to discuss the proof of the sentience of the Ruby 7. There’s a lot of evidence for this. The car has always been sassy and had a personality, but there are several moments that point to more than this.
In the very beginning of part 1 of Tools of Rust, we see Jet directly mull over the sentience of the Ruby 7.
The Ruby 7’s many background calculations make it more like
a horse. It can be controlled, but only insofar as it wants
to be controlled.
(HE SHAKES HIS HEAD AND SNORTS, DISMISSING HIMSELF)
“Wants to.” This car can make you believe in ghosts, too —
a spirit in the machine. But the Ruby 7, whatever the force
of its calculations, cannot want and cannot think; it can
only behave like it does.
~from Tools of Rust Script released to 10$ Patreon supporters
This gives some of the base backgrounds into how Jet thinks about the car he is closest to. In this episode he refers to the ruby as “a wild horse, I must break it in.” The catalyst for this episode occurs while Jet is breaking down the tractor shield generator because when driving the Ruby 7 “Manuevers have not responded as they should.” There are of course reasons for these things that are not sentience. Jet himself does not think the car is sentient at the beginning of this episode. We also know that his view of the car is changing throughout his arc of this season. In its most recent appearance, we see the Ruby at its most sentient. Two distinct moments come to mind in regards to this.
First, in part one as they are discussing their plan after Rita deploys the Book:
JET:
We will be on our own — even the Ruby 7 will temporarily shut down.
RUBY 7:
(PETTY/ANNOYED BEEPS)
BUDDY:
… Come again?
JET:
The Ruby insists that it will not shut down. It is incorrect.
RUBY 7:
(REALLY ANNOYED BEEPS)
JET:
The Ruby says that I should not tell it what it can and cannot do.
VESPA:
Really built some sass into that thing, huh?
NUREYEV:
Is it just me, or… have responses like this become more common from our mysterious vehicle?
VESPA:
I swear its voice changed, too.
BUDDY:
Then we’ll allow the car its moody teenage years, I think; after all this is over I’ll buy it an industrial supply of eyeliner and posters of sad young men.
~ From The Heart of it All part 1 script released to 10$ Patreon supporters
Here several characters are remarking upon the increasing sentience of the Ruby 7. In part 2 of this episode, we see further evidence that the crew, especially Jet, has noticed changes in the Ruby which make it seem more and more sentient.
BUDDY:
Singing and theoretical mathematics? Is there anything that car can't do?
JET:
Increasingly I worry that there is not. Even an EMP so direct couldn’t deactivate its computer mind for a moment — though it is still bitter about its engines.
(HE ACTUALLY IS WORRIED ABOUT WHAT THE HELL THE RUBY 7 IS, BUT NOW ISN’T THE TIME FOR THAT)
But in this moment I am far more worried by....
~ From Heart of it All part 2 script for 10$ Patreon Supporters
Here it is clear that not only does Jet sound concerned about the Ruby 7, but Kevin’s direction shows that Jet is genuinely unsure of the Ruby. Not just that he doesn’t know what the Ruby 7 is doing, but that he doesn’t know what the Ruby 7 is.
Now that I’ve shown all of the evidence I have I’m going to extrapolate some of this to draw a line from this evidence to my theory in part 1.
Jet knows something is up with the Ruby 7. He has seen Nureyev leave the carte blanche in the Ruby 7 and therefore knows the car is not on the ship. As the delivery notes say “now isn’t the time for that”. What does Jet have while in his “cell” but time? He spends part of his imprisonment sitting and thinking about the Ruby 7. He knows that Dark Matters could have easily found the cure mother prime so he assumes there is something else they are looking for. He realizes that his car is sentient. He realizes that they are looking for 2 main things, Ransom and the Ruby 7. He saw both of these leave. He says "I do not think. I know. There is nothing on this ship that they want."
For this to work, the Ruby 7 needs to be classified as a Class X radical, this is a tall order, but I think the Ruby 7 meets the criteria.
4. The Ruby 7 is the other class X radical
1st of all, look at that green car? That car is SO rad.
Jokes aside, there are 2 main criteria I’m using to determine that the Ruby 7 could be the class X radical Dark Matters is looking for. First, is it literally possible that this is what Dark Matters is looking for? Does it fit any descriptors Director Wire gives us during her interview with Juno? Second, does it fit the definition of a class X radical?
In answer to the first question, we consider what Dark Matters is searching for. We know that they know it’s class X, but not much else. In fact, Sasha suggests that Juno may know more than her about the radical because he’s been living with it. This gives the impression that they might not really know what they’re looking for. My theory here is they know that they are looking for a sentient robot, but they don’t know it’s a car. This explains why they know what they need to about its threats but not much else. It may also explain why some of the agents were looking in drawers. If they were not looking for Nureyev (cause like Buddy said, they should know he’s not inches tall) then perhaps they were looking for a sentient robot. Unless I’m misremembering something, I think this is all we really get in terms of information on what the second radical is. Sasha doesn’t give Juno much information despite giving him everything she can about the cure mother prime.
In answer to the second question, we look toward the definition Sasha gives Juno for a radical: “any person or object with the potential to cause significant change to civilized human life as we know it”. AI with sentience fits this definition. Even if you don’t think it does, the piece from the season 1 Q&A shows that Sophie thinks it does. They talk about the care that would need to be in place in order to introduce robots, ai, or aliens. Care is needed because any one of these three things would drastically change the galaxy as they know it.
I don’t really have any clever way to end this other than saying all of this could be wrong. I could be completely off and there are probably other explanations for everything I’ve described, but I actually feel pretty confident on this. It started off as a random thought and the more I’ve sat on it the more evidence I’ve collected. Whether this comes to fruition or not I hope you enjoyed reading my theory!
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Thoughts on "the comedy genius of the first 100 episodes of the pbs' Arthur series"?
I really, truly believe that the early seasons of this children’s show can stand among the great sitcoms of American history. It pains me to see the Internet reduce it to stupid memes, because this show deserves to be recognized for its high-quality humor. It might be aimed at elementary-age children, but it’s full of jokes that would be funny enough for any adult sitcom. The jokes range from sharp to satirical to just plain silly, but they’re never anything that’s inappropriate for the children watching, which takes talent.
Some of my favorite categories of jokes include:
The one-liners. This show is intensely quotable, and to this day, my adult siblings and I will come up with quotes fitting to any given situation. D.W. is an excellent source of these, but the show’s humor, ranging from dry to sassy to just plain silly, provides quotations from all the characters that are useful for all sorts of situations.
The background jokes. The early seasons are filled with visual or audio gags that provide extra hilarity if you take notice of it. One of my favorites was the time that Arthur’s parents watched Extreme Knitting on television, showing two old ladies knitting massive scarves beneath a digital clock keeping time like it’s a sporting event. The other major example is “D.W. Gets Lost”, where the store’s overhead announcements are unfailingly hilarious. (”Books without vowels now half-price.” “Carbonated milk. It’s the drink that puts you to sleep, and burps you, too.” “Chocolate-covered cabbage. The dessert that makes you go, “Blech.”)
The parodies. The early-season writers were masters at writing parodies that were funny even if you didn’t know what they were parodying. One of the prime examples is “Buster Hits the Books”. As Buster tries to find a book he likes, he reads things that are parodies of everything from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to Dr. Seuss, which capture the spirit of the story while making a segment where the jokes stand on their own. I had no clue what “The Jolly Jollisters” was a parody of (until about a year ago, when to my great delight, I stumbled upon “The Happy Hollisters”), but that didn’t stop the segment from being funny. The parodies here are funny without being mean-spirited; they poke fun without lazily relying on references. They have heart and intelligence like all good parodies should.
The adult jokes. Not the “we secretly put some innuendo in here” type of adult jokes. I’m talking the types of jokes that fit more adult concerns; they don’t take away from the humor for the kids, but add something extra for the grown-ups watching. One of my favorite examples is the family reunion episode, when all the adults are playing charades. The team fails to guess the clues Arthur’s pseudo-intellectual uncle gives, and he says, “It’s Over the Bridges of Medieval Paris.” “We said pick a popular book.” “Well, all my friends have read it.”
That’s just jokes. What about stories? My favorite episodes to bring up when I say that Arthur can stand up against any sitcom are two Joe Fallon classics:
“D.W. Goes to Washington”: This episode is great gag after great gag.
We start out with the hilarity of Arthur remembering all the terrible vacations that D.W. has chosen before, such as “Share a Sundae with Santa”, which turned out to be a guy who put a false-front igloo on his house, comes out in a half-torn-off fake beard and a tank top, and says, “Didn’t you bring a sundae? How can you share a sundae with Santa if you don’t bring a sundae to Santa?”
Then we get D.W. snarking at every single attraction in Washington D.C. (”Oh, look, another closed door. We could have stayed at home and locked each other out of the bathroom. It would have looked just like this.”)
And we finish off with gags coming from the Secret Service. (”Her name is D.W.” “That’s it? Initials? You didn’t give the kid a whole name?”).
Yes, it’s an implausible plot, but I maintain that any sitcom would kill to have jokes this sharp.
“The Rat Who Came to Dinner”: Mr. Ratburn is staying with Arthur’s family. (Oh, the horror!). The classic plot of “Oh, no, the teacher has a life outside of school” is full of hilarity.
We have one liners: “Is it true what Arthur says about you hating all children?” (Strong contender for my favorite line in the entire show).
We have silly imagine spots as Arthur considers what it’ll be like to have the teacher there: “Are you doing homework?” “I’m taking a bath!” “I’m sliding a waterproof pad under the door. Write the names of the continents in order of size.”
We have parodies, like when Arthur desperately turns to educational television: “Today, we watch grass grow, in real time.”
We have character moments: “I couldn’t help overhearing, because D.W. handed me this juice can and told me to listen.” (He says while holding out string-and-can phone.)
It doesn’t matter that this plot is based around an elementary student’s concerns. These jokes are just plain funny.
Like any show, there are weak episodes mixed in with the strong ones, but the early seasons have a relatively high level of quality. It gets a little rockier as the seasons go on, but I’ve long considered the 100th episode to be a decent dividing line between the good and bad eras of the show. The 100th episode two-parter (which is excellent) occurs in the middle of Season 7 (aired in 2002). Some terrible episodes occur early in that season, and a few classics air after that. Once Season 8 hits, though, there’s a painfully obvious drop in quality. The good episodes stop being the norm and start being exceptions. The characters stop being endearing and start being annoying (do not get me started on the wrong done to Muffy). The parodies become lazy and trite, and the jokes are few and far between. However, the terrible decline of the show does not erase the roughly-seven seasons of high-quality children’s comedy that came before it. This was a smart show, a funny show, that also contained some good lessons for children. It really doesn’t get much better than that.
#thank you for asking and giving me the chance to talk about something dear to my heart#answered asks#ask games#arthur#pbs#iseult-blanchemains#i could have gone on longer but i restrained myself#(believe it or not)#i had to cut out my songs of praise for joe fallon and ken scarborough#i may fit it into another of the children's television questions in my inbox#but i'll have to see how it turns out
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