#discord chat interview

[kuiinncedes]

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[bloodofakashainme]

Started a group chat for fellow Interview With the Vampire stans on Discord. I’m not familiar with Discord but I am learning, so please be patient with me😭

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All are welcome. Click the link to join!

[eyezthecampcounselor]

INTRO! Last updated: May 13 '25

All dividers, graphics, and blinkies are not mine, credits go to the makers

Previous username: eyezdrawz 🙌 (rip)

👁️Hi I'm Eyez! Or Mr. Fregoli or just Fregoli or graham. you can even call me Margo if you wanna get formal with me.

🏳️‍⚧️Prns are he/him

I am a minor.

Don't repost my art without credit. I will block you.

⚠️DNI: ballads of a bluejay supporters (fuck off), Homophobes, Transphobes, pedos, proshippers, racists, bigots, fascists, people who make AI "art", and other idiots

I believe in peace and freedom for every country (ESPECIALLY FOR THOSE IN NEED RIGHT NOW!🍉)

⚠️Warning!: I post a lot of art that has gore in it. I also draw a lot of things that could be disturbing like distorted bodies, monsters, and eyes. I also talk about (and draw) possibly sensitive topics such as religion, mental and physical illness, and more. If this bothers you, you shouldn't interact.

Tags:

🦴Bone man chronicals: (talking about bones and updating my collection + cleaning them if I find any)

♥️My qpp (y'all already know, talk about partner or qp stuff in general)

🎨My art (my art)

🥩eyez the chef (recipes, don't judge I like cooking)

I'm working on a new meet the artist so that will me coming!!

Woohoo here is are some of my links!

Prns page

Strawpage (you can send me things)

📷Discord and insta: eyecantibal

Art archive: eyezreblogz (this is just a blog where I just reblog my own art for archival purposes)

🎨OC master post: https://www.tumblr.com/eyezdrawz/763241944591761408/oc-master-post?source=share

Mutuals!!! Join my discord server!!

💥Things I like/fandoms I'm in under cut + kins +blinkies (under cut and on reblog, none are mine)

📻🎙️Podcasts: camp here and there (finished, main thing I post about), The Magnus archives (finished), malevolent (mostly finished), welcome to nightvale (started)

🎧🎶Music: Will wood, wwatt (fav), The Dear Hunter (fav), Amigo the devil (fav), American Murder Song (fav), Shayfer James (fav), Hozier (fav), The Hush Sound, Penelope Scott, Bear Ghost, System of a Down, Tally Hall, miracle musical, a verbal equinox and more!

(some of the singers and members in some of these bands, not all, are controversial/problematic and I do not support anything that they did (mostly referring to Joe Hawley from tally hall and Terrence from american murder song))

I also write my own songs and I am working on a band. No progress whatsoever on the band part tho😞

📺🎬Tv shows: Hannibal NBC (fav), Midnight Mass, Interview with the vampire (fav)

🎭🎞️Movies: interview with the vampire 1994 (fav), nightcrawler (fav), fight club (fav), no country for old men, silence of the lambs, moulin rouge (fav), fantastic mr fox, saving private Ryan, news of the world, strange way of life, dead poets society (fav), phantom of the opera, whiplash (fav), rango

✝️I really really like my ocs Mikeal, Santiago, Andias, Bernadette, and Aldyth (the church OCS) I post about them a lot.

📼I'm in the middle of a huge project with these characters, I can't decide between a podcast or a novel series but I'm currently working on the books. I have zero podcast experience so I'm kinda just experimenting with that.

✍️Other than working on those I am also a poet (I have written many many poems) and I also write non-fiction (mostly memoirs) and short story's of many genres.

I have OCD, Depression, GAD, SAD, Autism, and C-PTSD/PTSD (all are diagnosed/confirmed by professional) (I'm also getting help so YAY)

I have PCOS and anemia as well as chronic fatigue.

🍎Huge will graham fictionkin (I don't have a blog for it). I kin will so much it's scary. Juno chnt fictionkin. Deerkin and wolfkin (not therian I just feel very connected to those animals, think of it in a more spiritual way) I have more otherkins but those two are the most prominent and known. I am also a ockin. (@three-eyez-freak)and more

🦴I collect bones and I like vulture culture. I am also very interested in human anatomy and medical examinations (I'm not an expert I just think it's neat).

Secretly a freak (not so secret tbh)

I really like gothic lit like dracula, Jekyll and Hyde, Frankenstein, carmilla, and more.

I like vampires a lot. A lot lot. A whole lot. So expect that. Yeah.

Alright that's it, bye🥩

(graphics I like, none are mine)

[lonsblade]

DISCORD SERVER !!!! AYYYYY

if you have the aesthetic of fairy core , Medieval or just cute things... you should join pure !! we offer a kind place to make friends !! https://discord.gg/u56CWYSG

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/766885091552247808/some-people-on-twt-are-saying-that-the-kiss-under?source=share

I was really frustrated when anyone who pointed the things you said out, was met with the typical 'you are no fun' or 'stop acting smart and ruining our fun' like?? And let's be real none of them are thinking about all the hard work people behind the scenes are doing, they really just wanna spread misinformation. It's a bit annoying when almost every thought about the show becomes about a rpf ship

Yeah, I mean, it's incredibly scary how thin the line between fantasy and reality has become broadly in society, and in a lot of ways, online fan spaces have become a microcosm of that. Like, gosh, just look at the poor Outlander actors who've been going through all of this for years now with a fandom even more intense than this one.

It's such a shift in fandom generally too, because not to be all 'back in my day', but, y'know, back in my day (I say at the ripe age of 34, haha), nothing had to be real? The fantasy was the point - it's why there were so many fandom crossover fics or shipping between characters who'd never even shared a moment of screentime together - which I think really contributed to a sense of fun and play which, y'know, is what fandom should be. The fact now that there are stan wars over things being canon and the hounding of writers and actors off social media and that trickling down to actively wanting the actors to be having an affair - one of whom has two very tiny children! - is just really A Lot to me.

Have fun with it, sure, but there are real people involved here. Like I said yesterday, the emphasis needs to be on the F of RPF, not the RP, and as always, I am begging for the return of the fourth wall.

[writting4dumblittleboy]

Interview with s vampire got me like

[littleeyesofpallas]

Thankfully I don't have to deal with shit on youtube 99% of the time but every so often I open the front page on incognito/private at work or something and I'm reminded what a shitscape popular youtube videos are. But other than the usual mill of adult cocomelon tier clickbait, I'm really off put by this apparent trend in fake "scam buster" type videos where some wannabe hbomberguy, or some C string programmer, or some loser who grew out of doing prank videos churns out frequent and regular videos of what are blatantly fake ""takedowns"" of scam companies. And it's always this uncited hearsay """"research"""" followed by either randomly harassing slave wage workers at like a call center somewhere or actually literally nothing. And somehow people are dumb enough to fall for this garbage?? On like a weekly basis????

A little rule of thumb. If a person's channel relies on the incredibly unlikely event that they can both locate and effectively address these kinds of scams or other problems, with time to script and edit videos on the events once a week or even just once a month, AND remain competitive with a dozen other channels doing the exact same shit, and have never dropped the ball or run out of stories to tell? They're full of shit. They are "my uncle works at Nintendo" kids running the same school yard grift for meaningless clout a decade+ after the fact.

[interact-if]

Happy New Year everyone!

I’m delighted to announce that Interact-IF is officially back in business! I (Allie @allieebobo) will be taking the reins as the new mod, and I’m very excited to get this blog up and running again!

First, a heartfelt thank-you to the original mod team for everything they’ve built. Interact-if has become such an invaluable resource and hub for interactive fiction fans and authors alike. It’s a tough act to follow, but I’ll do my best to keep the spirit of this wonderful space alive :)

A little bit more about me: I’m the author of two WIP interactive fiction games, @collegetennisoriginstory and @merrycrisis-if. Interact-if was one of the first blogs/places that I discovered almost three years ago now, and it led me to so many amazing stories, authors, and resources.

When I saw that the blog was going into archive mode, with a call for a new generation of mods, I wanted to do my best to help out. I reached out to the original mod team and worked out a gameplan for the future of Interact-if, which I’d like to share with all of you today.

P.S. If you would like to join me, I’d love to have you on the team! Scroll down to the section on ‘open call for mods’.

Without further ado, here’s the plan!

My goal is to focus on retaining the aspects that made Interact-IF so special: spotlighting diverse authors, and creating a warm, inclusive space to talk about and share wonderful games.

🟢 Active:

Game Updates & Intros: If you’re an author with a new game or demo update, or if you’re organizing a game jam or event you’d like to share with the community, simply tag @interact-if in your posts, and I’ll reblog them. It would also be helpful if you added tags stating the IF's genre (e.g. horror, romance), has a demo/no demo.

Themed Author Features: I’ll continue the tradition of spotlighting authors and games based on monthly themes (e.g. Pride Month, Disability Month). These interviews are such a great way of celebrating diversity and inclusivity in the IF community, and I’d love to keep these going! Stay tuned for a detailed post on this soon!

Community Spotlight: Once every quarter, I’ll also do a call for reader recs around certain categories/themes (e.g. Fave RO, Fave Worldbuilding/setting, Fave plot-twist etc.) and compile these recommendations to share. Think of it as a bulletin of crowdsourced faves and a way of sharing a little note about an IF you love!

🟡 Remain open/active, but not modded:

Game directory: The Interact-IF repository of games (excel) will remain open for authors to update/list their games and/or readers to discover their next read. (Feel free to continue to update/populate the repository, though do note it will remain completely crowd-sourced/author-updated).

Discord: The discord will remain open and active for discussions, resource sharing, and casual chats, though again, this will not be officially modded (though I, and some of the original mods like roast, may be active from time to time)

🔴 Not active:

Asks: I will not be answering asks except for specific submissions (e.g. for author features, reader recommendations etc.). If you would like to ask for specific game recommendations, or have questions/just wanna chat, the discord channel is a great place to do just that! :)

Keeping track of events/game updates: As mentioned, I’ll rely on authors / readers to tag me in updates posts and/or flag any games with questionable content/anything that might need my attention, as I won't be able to search out update posts or do any extensive vetting.

Open call for mods:

Finally, I’d love to have some company! If you’re interested in helping out—whether with reblogs, interviews, or brainstorming new features—please reach out. Having a small team would make this space even more vibrant!

Thank you for your support, your enthusiasm, and for being part of what makes Interact-IF such a special corner of the internet! :)

If you have any suggestions or ideas on how Interact-If can be improved, feel free also to drop the blog a direct message or an ask. I look forward to getting to know all of you better. Here's to an awesome year of interactive fiction (and many more!)

[19daysmanhua]

Chapter 453: Interview Makeover Translator: https://twitter.com/maomaozaii Editor: https://twitter.com/Lum_Cheng

Please credit maomaozaii on twitter as the translator if you upload it to instagram etc. Join our discord if you want to chat with like-minded people and be the first to see new updates~

[astrolook]

🧬🗺️Composite 1st House Lord - Where You Could’ve Met Them🧬

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

Composite 1st lord in 1st

Met face-to-face, directly, no third party involved.

Possible places: gym, bar, street, elevator, park, bookstore, mall, airport, coffee shop, train station, clothing store, sidewalk, local event, in a queue, at the same table in a shared space, solo travel meetup, bumped into each other at random, video conference, during a live-stream, mmorpg online gaming chat, VR chat, seminar, phone call, walking past each other and someone said something bold.

Composite 1st lord in 2nd

Met through something stable, practical, or family-related.

Possible places: family gathering, work lunch, restaurant, bank, café, grocery store, food market, money-related event, retail job, while shopping, someone’s birthday dinner, shared meal situation, kitchen at a house party, on a Friday, budgeting workshop, thrift store, crowdfunding platforms, antique store, dealership, auction, shared Uber ride, in-laws' place, cooking class, local deli.

Composite 1st lord in 3rd

Met through communication, local movement, siblings, or online.

Possible places: Instagram DMs, Twitter replies, group chat, Discord server, text thread, classroom, writing workshop, local café with Wi-Fi, bookstore, while commuting, bus stop, rideshare, short road trip, corner store, small concert, mutual friends, through a childhood friend/ person you know well, the town/city you live, neighborhood event, on a Wednesday, sibling’s friend, in the comments section, language class, while job seeking.

Composite 1st lord in 4th

Met through home, family, comfort zones, or private settings.

Possible places: house party, sleepover, family gathering, roommate’s friend, childhood neighborhood, someone's kitchen, moving day, Airbnb stay, apartment complex, on a Monday, during a moon phase, emotional support group, hometown event, after a breakup while staying in, family BBQ, garage sale, interior design store, while visiting parents, through a roommate, near a water body, someone's wedding, private party, cozy dinner at someone’s house.

Composite 1st lord in 5th

Met through fun, creativity, performance, or casual romance settings.

Possible places: bar, club, party, concert, art show, theater, dance class, dating app, sports game, game night, amusement park, school, spa, restaurant, karaoke night, paint & sip, on a Sunday, acting class, creative workshop, open mic night, festival, school play, talent show, roller rink.

Composite 1st lord in 6th

Met through work, routine, health, or situations requiring responsibility.

Possible places: office, co-working space, job interview, work training, hospital, clinic, pharmacy, dentist’s office, vet clinic, gym, volunteering event, internship, work meeting, study group, group project, yoga class, NGO, freelancer or job seeker platforms, PT appointment, HR onboarding, work cafeteria, waiting room, in the military.

Composite 1st lord in 7th

Met through one-on-one connections, mutuals, or something relationship-focused.

Possible places: blind date, friend’s wedding, mutual friend’s hangout, relationship therapy group, couple’s retreat (yep), business partnership, networking mixer, dating app (but looking for something serious), bridal party, law office, debate club, matchmaking event, double date, plus-one at a wedding, court, collaboration meeting, someone introduced you like “you two should talk.”

Composite 1st lord in 8th

Met through intense, private, emotional, or taboo situations.

Possible places: funeral, therapy session, after a breakup, support group, hospital stay, hookup/ONS situation, trauma healing retreat, occult/spiritual workshop, astrology/tarot reading, shadow work circle, dark bar at 2 a.m., secret/late-night party, sex club, inheritance drama, shared trauma situation, anonymous online forum, while confiding something you weren’t supposed to share, in a moment of crisis, after a physical transformation like surgery/ weight loss.

Composite 1st lord in 9th

Met through travel, education, spirituality, or different cultures.

Possible places: college, study abroad program, airport, foreign country, immigration office, language class, philosophy lecture, yoga retreat, religious/spiritual event, cultural festival, hostel, museum, bookstore, international Zoom call, exchange program, road trip stop, at an auction, social-media, on a Thursday, university, travel blog comments, vacation or a getaway, while lost in a city you don’t live in.

Composite 1st lord in 10th

Met through career, public image, goals, or authority settings.

Possible places: workplace, career fair, interview, through email given by a colleague/ acquaintance/ co-worker, panel event, at a startup, a political rally, business conference, industry mixer, award ceremony, courthouse, public speaking event, corporate event, someone’s job site, PR launch, networking dinner, coffee meeting, office elevator, during a work collab, in the evening, on a Saturday, corporate/ historical building, in chain/ franchises restaurants/ offices, through a manager or boss.

Composite 1st lord in 11th

Met through friends, the internet, or a shared cause/community.

Possible places: group chat, social media, fandom page, Discord server, group project, protest, community event, charity fundraiser, mutual friend’s party, online forum, Twitter/X thread, Twitch stream, team meeting, club or org event, group vacation, online class, gaming server, chat room, NGO event, local meetup, social-media group, at a concert with mutuals.

Composite 1st lord in 12th

Met in hidden, distant, quiet, or spiritually heavy places.

Possible places: hospital, rehab, retreat, therapy waiting room, dream (then online), spiritual forum, meditation class, airport layover, long-distance app, temple/ church, secluded beach, behind-the-scenes at an event, while isolating from someone/something else, at late-evening/ night, when it's raining, during storm season, when one of you in a relationship with someone else, during a tough emotional phase, while traveling solo, art museum, while ghosting everyone else, after a su*cide attempt, near a bridge, after a weight loss.

💌For readings, check out my pinned post for pricing! ✨💌🪐

[pikanchidouble-blog]

Uncovering the mystery behind the man in the selfie

I was actually reluctant to share my research and analysis on the mystery man on my public sm account for various reasons (including how certain people in the fandom will react). That is why i only shared mine in the Discord server i'm modding in. However, since i found part of my research has made its way on X and here on someone's Tumblr, i guess and as promise i will share my full analysis and research here.

I know people are still divided on who that person is. Is it Luke? Or is it JD? For me, my conclusion is Luke. But yea it is still up to everyone's own interpretation.

So this is what i shared with my discord community.

I went through various interview footages, went into Pinterest, googled photos for both Luke and JD to get the almost perfect images of the thumbs, knuckles and ears that i think is the best to compare with the mystery man in Nic's selfie.

For Luke, these are the photos i used to make the comparison:

As for JD, these are the photos that i used.

Of course i had to use Chat GPT to help me analyze these images to see which matches more with the mystery man. So these are the breakdown.

For the thumb and knuckles

JD's on the left (Pic 1), Luke's on the right (Pic 3)

For the ear

So in conclusion, according to my research and Chat GPT analysis, the mystery man is Luke. And actually even without, doing all these, based on my intuition alone and also observation on how Nic smiles in the selfie, we know that guy is Luke cause that smile is the usual smile she always put on when he is around. But yea everything is up for debate and like i said above, it is up to your own interpretation. Not everything presented here is conclusive. I am just sharing what i see and and what i have researched and analyzed. 😊

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 12: The One Where We Start Laying the Yellow Brick Road to Italy

I realized the other day that, even though I like to bounce around from place to place in the Lukola timeline, I probably needed to start tightening things up on the ship if I ever wanted to get to the end of the story. And, yes, dammit, this story better have a finale at some point because there’s nothing more annoying than an open-ended ending, particularly in the romance genre.

Today we’re going to take a quick jaunt over to Italy because –

NO! Not because Luke is allegedly filming there. If you’re into real-time stalking, you’re in the wrong blog. But, I’m sure there’s a Discord for that.

It’s because I’ve had several people ask for my opinion about the change in behavior between Luke and Nicola during their Day 1 interviews there. Wait – people are interested in my thoughts? Wow, that’s actually kind of nice. Thank you! Okay, back to what I was saying –

Was there a change in behavior when Luke and Nicola reached Italy? Yeah, actually, there kind of was.

By May 9, we had been gifted with a slew of material from Luke, Nicola, and the Bridgerton cast and, I must admit, those early interviews are some of the most entertaining of the tour. In the very beginning, Nicola appeared as the utmost professional – charming, intelligent, and witty at the right moments – and Luke played her likeable counterpart to “Book Colin” perfection – bouncing between being awkwardly boyish and wickedly roguish, all while looking at Nicola like she had just served him homemade peanut butter crumble.

The two of them together, playing off each other, in my opinion, was better than Bridgerton Season 3 (you cannot beat the World Tour being 99% Luke and Nicola, with only a few random side characters taking up screentime). There was some major “Electric Love” radiating from those two throughout the tour, but it seemed very much heightened in the beginning (probably because they hadn’t yet answered the same question 67 times). By the way, if you haven’t heard that song by Børns, go have a listen. It will, at the very least – hopefully – put you in an upbeat mood for the day.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes – was there a change in behavior between Luke and Nicola when they reached Italy?

Absolutely.

Do I know why?

Absolutely not.

Perhaps Luke was bent because someone spilled his coffee, or Nicola was upset because her stylist made her to wear that little silver bow in her hair. In my opinion, the most intriguing part of Day 1 of the Italy press junket was that Luke and Nicola struggled with answering the question, “What is love?” I swear they both babbled on like two kids in debate class who hadn’t bothered to read the material given to them before taking their respective podiums. They finally seemed to settle on Luke’s “Maybe it’s, like, connection.” Well, they seemed to be missing the “connection” that day.

Honestly, no one can explain their “don’t stand so close to me” vibe during those first day interviews except Luke and Nicola. But, we can at least have some fun and speculate about it with a bird’s eye view. At this point, you should know that I love spreading the puzzle pieces out and seeing how they might all connect. Most people – when putting a puzzle together – start with the side pieces, right? You’ll get my joke in a moment (I hope).

In March 2024 – I don’t know the specific date because my timeline is rather murky going back that far (I was unaware Lukola even existed!) – Luke traveled to Los Angeles for a photo spread with InStyle magazine. I’ve heard two versions of this story. The first being that Luke traveled to Los Angeles with Antonia alone; the second being that he traveled to Los Angeles with his friend group, which included Antonia. I couldn’t tell you which is true, and it really doesn’t matter because it doesn’t necessarily add or take away from today’s story.

Before I get started, I wanted to give a “hurrah” to The-One-Whose-Group-Chat-Fills-in-Lots-of-Missing-Bits-for-Me-Including-the-Part-Where-Video-Footage-of-Antonia-in-Los-Angeles-Seemed-to-Indicate-a-Celebrity-Was-Not-the-Videographer-and-There-Were-So-Many-British-Accents-in-the-Background-One-Would-Fancy-a-Guess-She-was-Traveling-with-a-Group.

Moving along…

On April 7, 2024, Antonia posted a series of photographs and clips to her Instagram grid indicating she had been in Los Angeles, including one where she was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory and one where she was sitting at a table marked with the number “95.” On April 14, she posted a second set of photographs, tagging her location as Beverly Hills, California and using “End of Beginning” as her audio (yes, I side-eyed this choice of music so don’t feel bad if you did as well). The second photo dump included her lounging on a rooftop.

I’m not going to delve into posts made by Luke and Nicola during that timeframe. I mean, I’m sure Nicola’s comment, “’Friends’…sure Jan,” on Luke’s April 11 reshared post about Bridgerton Season 3 was only meant to be applicable to Polin. And, if Luke wanted to use yellow and black hearts to represent the colors Nicola and he were wearing in his April 12 post, that’s cool, too. And, I am definitely not going to speculate on Nicola’s April 15 post (for Big Mood) that Luke liked, and she captioned, “I will bite off anything that dangles.”

By April 21, Luke and Nicola were in Australia at the World Premiere of Bridgerton. I am only going to provide a quick overview of Australia instead of a full-fledged recital because, at some point, I will almost certainly dedicate an entry to this country. Let’s start with Luke pulling off the hottest walk-up in Netflix human history (I mean, have you watched it in slow motion?). Then, we had the hard launch of the handholding business (because why again?). And, we had Luke tripping over his words, “We’re very, like, giving…I’m not talking about those scenes…” Oh, and Nicola telling an interviewer that, “[y]ou can’t keep a good girl down,” and, in response, Luke’s lips curling into a wicked-ass Cheshire cat's. We had them in the garden, with Nicola bending down to hug Luke after she had scratched/hit/petted his head. Perhaps I should not mention the possibility of a man’s shirt being visible on a bed behind Nicola (I said possibility not that it was). And, Nicola telling Luke, “You’re the funnier one,” when he was concerned that perhaps Benedict was funnier than Colin. Then we had the “Nicola-in-the-green-dress” day where, as they were going down the steps, Luke seemed to instinctively reach for Nicola’s hand, but she played it cool and took his arm instead. Oh, and that entire “green dress” day in general (I mean, there was so much shit going on that day). And, best we do not forget Nicola saying, “the best foundation for love is friendship,” which mirrored the bracelet “someone…in Australia” gave Luke that read, “Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?” Because that’s not suspicious at all. Alright, let’s get the fuck out of Australia – but not before I mention Nicola commenting on Luke’s April 27 Instagram post with “Ready for the next?” and Luke replying, “Absolutely.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, their shenanigans in Australia expanded the USS Lukola tenfold.

Oh, also, let me throw this in here because, if you are a “ring truther,” this fact plays a significant role in the Lukola timeline. If you do not know what a “ring truther” is, that’s perfectly fine. You can catch up by reading Entry 6 (The One Where I Explained the Claddagh Ring to My Dad) of my blog. I mentioned in Entry 6 that some Lukola sleuths have stated the metadata they pulled from the sketches of the Claddagh ring uploaded by Chupi indicate they were done as early as April 26. In other words, it means the Claddagh was likely commissioned between Australia and Italy. In fact, if we are to believe Chupi when it said it took four weeks to make the ring, then it had to have been commissioned by May 9, 2024, at the latest. Oh, lookie there, that’s Day 1 of the Italy interviews.

But, before we get to May 9, let’s pause on April 29. That was the day Luke’s InStyle spread was published – yes, the one I mentioned earlier. Luke has pictures from this photoshoot still on his Instagram grid – in fact, Nicola commented, “Yess dude!!” on them – but those aren’t the pictures I want to talk about. No, I want to talk about the pictures InStyle posted on its Instagram grid that day. These photographs came directly from Luke, which was confirmed by the InStyle article when it said, “…the actor delighted the InStyle team by delivering the polaroid photos he’d taken for this story tucked oh-so-carefully in a little brown bag for safekeeping.” The pictures Luke provided, among others, included one where he was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles; one where he was sitting at a table marked with the number “95;” and one where he is sitting in a lounge chair on a rooftop. If you want to see the pictures, InStyle still has them available – you just need to go through hundreds of posts to find them. Luke did not like this InStyle post, which was kind of odd because he was tagged in it, and they were reportedly his pictures.

Why did these InStyle polaroids seem so familiar?

Oh, that’s right, because they were.

Remember that April 7 post of Antonia’s I mentioned a bit ago? Yeah, the one where Antonia posted a bunch of random pictures from Los Angeles and – only after InStyle posted Luke’s polaroids – fans realized Antonia had preemptively posted her version of some of Luke’s polaroids.

I am not going to speculate too much about these pictures or their implications in this blog post, but these pictures may resurface in future posts because I find myself side-eyeing the fact they even exist. And, we should probably accept that Luke was aware of them before his pictures came out on April 29 because he threw a like on Antonia’s April 7 post. Could it have been a “blind” like? Sure, I guess, but the logical side of my brain says he probably looked through them at the time she posted. Let’s not worry too much about it right now, though.

After trying to write out my “general” opinion about the pictures several times, I finally decided that the best way I could articulate my thoughts was through the conversation I had with my father. Yes, Dear Dad returns again for another insightful Q&A.

I started by showing Luke and Antonia’s three “matchy” pictures to my dad and then asked him to compare them. To be clear, the pictures were their respective Griffith Observatory, Table 95, and Rooftop Lounging pictures.

Me: “So what do you think?”

Dad: “About what?”

Me: “Ugh! Why did Antonia take those pictures?”

Dad: “Well, to show she’s part of the ‘in’ crowd. The only reason I can see them being taken is if she was going to put them on the Internet.”

Me: “Uhh, as a matter of fact, she did put them on the Internet! Approximately three weeks before Luke’s were published.”

Dad: “See! I’m not as dumb as you think.”

Me: “Whatever. So, you really believe that? She took them to show people that she was, like, there?”

Dad: “Yeah. Why else would she take them? They’re not the kind of photos you’d take normally. What’s she going to do, put them in an album and show her friends in five years and say, ‘Look, I sat in Luke’s chair?’ Who does that? Nobody. Plus, Luke’s pictures look like they were taken with a polaroid camera and Antonia took hers with, I guess, a phone. Why use two different cameras? Again, it doesn’t make sense. Seems to me like she knew what pictures he was taking, and she was trying to copy them so she could put them on the Internet.”

Thanks, Dad.

You do not have to accept my father’s thoughts on the photographs. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. However, I think we can meet in the middle and opine that, at a minimum, Antonia’s pictures caused the weak Lukolas to jump overboard; at most, they gave some people stalker vibes; and somewhere in between, they introduced Antonia's negative influence over the fandom and what some may consider trolling behavior (even if it wasn’t recognized then).

Now, before we land in Italy on May 9, let’s summarize what has happened during the preceding two months.

First, we had Luke traveling to Los Angeles in March with Antonia, either alone or as part of a friend group. Luke had pictures of himself taken while there.

Second, we had Antonia posting pictures in early April that would be linked directly to Luke’s pictures by the end of the month.

Third, throughout the month of April, we had Luke and Nicola traveling together for the World Tour. We have all seen these interviews, and we have all formed independent opinions about them.

Fourth, based on Chupi’s own words, we know the Claddagh ring must have been commissioned no later than May 9.

Okay, now we’ve reached May 9, Day 1 of the Italy press junket.

Besides the press interviews, what happened on that day?

Well, Antonia reposted Luke singing Coldplay’s “Yellow” to her TikTok account.

Uhh… Huh. Interesting.

I mean, it’s possible that this was just a coincidence and she just liked Luke’s version of it. Or, it’s possible Antonia knew that “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song and she anticipated trolling Nicola and/or the fandom with it. But, if we believe she knew “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song, that means either Luke told her, or someone with that knowledge told her (i.e., someone from Luke’s team or family/friend group). We also know that Luke mentioned this song in the May 16, 2022 Netflix Tudum article when Nicola and he were asked about their song choices for Season 3. Luke stated his frontrunner was “Yellow” by Coldplay “because of Penelope’s dresses.” Regardless of why Antonia posted the song, I find it hard to imagine Netflix, Bridgerton, Shondaland, Nicola, or Luke were too impressed by Antonia resharing it on TikTok. I mean, at this point, Netflix & Co. would surely have been aware that Antonia’s “copycat post” went over with the fandom like a wet blanket in December in Canada. I imagine some questions were being asked and Luke may very well have received a hand slap from Corporate – and maybe even from Nicola.

But, that’s not the only thing that happened on May 9.

Luke posted his Homme magazine spread to his Instagram grid on that day, too. He captioned the post, “Chatting through all things S3 with @hommeplusmag [o]ut next week x.” Nicola commented, “Yessss,” and Luke tagged his post with the location of Hackney, London. That last part – about Luke tagging the location in Hackney – apparently sent the fandom into a deep-dive of…Nicola’s backyard. Why? Because Nicola lives in Hackney (Nicola herself confirmed she lived in Hackney in a March 18, 2024 interview with Derry Now), and rumors started to circulate that Luke’s pictures were taken at her home.

Hmm, I didn’t realize May 9 was such a busy day, did you?

So, which came first – the chicken or the egg? Did Antonia repost “Yellow” to her TikTok before Luke posted his Homme in Hackney images to Instagram, or vice versa? I’m sure someone out there has this information. The answer might help shine some light as to why Luke and Nicola seemed “off” in the early part of their Day 1 Italy interviews. But, then again, does the order really matter? Regardless of who posted first, it would seem to me that “Yellow” was a very possible culprit for the different energy on set that day.

That, or Luke really was peeved over someone spilling his coffee.

[elliespassagerprincess]

okay HEAR ME OUT PLEASE

reader is a pop star and she gets asked what she does in her free time and she says she watches streams. the interviewer asks her who her favorite streamer is and it’s ends up being ellie. PLOT TWIST ellie finds out her #1 supporter has been reader this entire time

Heandcannons: streamer!ellie williams x popstar!reader

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☆ Despite a jam-packed touring schedule, you religiously tune into Ellie’s streams—live or playback—because her voice grounds you in a chaotic world.

☆ You first discovered her channel during a bout of post-show insomnia, and her deadpan humor instantly hooked you.

☆ You created a secret Twitch account with a low-key username just to fangirl without suspicion.

☆ You’ve sent multiple donations under aliases, each with cheeky, flirtatious messages that Ellie lowkey reads out but never realizes it’s you.

☆ You’ve used Ellie’s stream as background noise during studio sessions, claiming her voice keeps your “vocals warm.”

☆ You’ve paused interviews just to catch her going live, hiding your AirPods under your hair while nodding at journalists.

☆ Some lyrics in your last album are heavily inspired by Ellie’s sarcastic rants and niche gamer jokes—your fans think it’s about a mystery lover.

☆ You once canceled a red carpet appearance just to catch a rare dual-stream of Ellie gaming with another creator.

☆ You anonymously follow her on all alt platforms: YouTube, Discord, Twitter. You’re a mod in her Discord under a fake name.

☆ You once DMed her on your main account but chickened out and deleted it 30 seconds later.

☆ During a late-night talk show, you’re asked what you do to unwind. You casually say, “Watch this chill gamer girl who plays horror games. Her name’s Ellie.”

☆ The crowd laughs; the host teases, “A crush, maybe?” And you smile without denying it.

☆ Fans clip the moment instantly—#PopStarEllie trends within minutes.

☆ Ellie’s chat explodes when she goes live that night. Her mods can barely control the hype.

☆ At first, Ellie thinks it’s a prank or someone else with your name—until she watches the clip herself.

☆ She replays the way you say her name five times, mouth parted slightly, stunned.

☆ Ellie deep-dives your discography, suddenly realizing how many songs reference things she’s said on stream.

☆ Her obsession flips overnight—she combs through her past chat logs looking for your fake username.

☆ She notices that you’ve been her top donor for months.

☆ Ellie goes radio silent for 3 days, overwhelmed by the realization.

☆ You DM her again—this time not deleting it—just a simple: “Hi, it’s me. Hope I didn’t weird you out lol.”

☆ She doesn’t answer for two hours. Then she replies: “Is this a prank?”

☆ Once you prove it’s really you, she sends you a voice note that sounds half shocked, half flirty.

☆ You two start talking every night after your respective work. Her Twitch chat notices she ends streams faster now.

☆ Ellie makes a playlist of songs that remind her of your voice.

☆ You ask to FaceTime, and she nearly fumbles the phone out of nerves.

☆ Ellie’s stunned by how normal you are, how you just want to talk about games and music.

☆ You send her signed merch. She blushes and says she’ll never wear it—but she sleeps in your hoodie nightly.

☆ Ellie posts less and becomes more mysterious—fans think she’s hiding a girlfriend.

☆ You drop a surprise song with lyrics clearly about “a girl who doesn’t know she saved me.”

☆ You fly her out under the radar, booking a full suite with no cameras allowed.

☆ Ellie’s heart races the entire flight; she hasn’t stopped sweating since she saw your text.

☆ When you open the door, she freezes. You’re real, you’re soft, and you’re smiling only at her.

☆ You spend the weekend together—laughing, gaming, eating room service on the floor.

☆ Ellie’s too shy to touch you at first, but you make the first move—just a hand over hers while watching a movie.

☆ That night, you fall asleep on her shoulder. She doesn’t move for hours, afraid to wake you.

☆ You sing quietly to her in the dark. She almost cries.

☆ You give her a bracelet that matches yours. She never takes it off.

☆ Paparazzi catch her at the airport leaving. Headlines explode.

☆ Ellie goes live later and jokes, “Guess I like pop stars now.”

☆ Ellie writes your name in the margins of her notebooks, like she’s a teen again.

☆ You keep sneaking her backstage—your crew knows, and they adore her.

☆ Ellie starts showing up in your lyrics more clearly, fans catch on fast.

☆ She writes you short songs on her guitar, sending you voice memos at 2am.

☆ Ellie now owns every one of your vinyls. She keeps them sealed “for protection.”

☆ Your fans notice you smiling more, dressing like a tomboy. They say Ellie’s your muse.

☆ You beg her to stream one of your shows. She refuses—too shy—but watches from the wings.

☆ When you’re stressed, she sends you memes. When you’re sad, she sends you soft voice messages.

☆ You call her “your secret home.” She calls you her “checkpoint.”

☆ Ellie starts looking at apartments in LA.

☆ After months of dating secretly, you both go public via a soft Instagram post—just hands, bracelets showing.

☆ Internet breaks. Your fans explode with support. Twitch loses its mind.

☆ Ellie goes live and nervously says, “Yeah... she’s mine.”

☆ You surprise her mid-stream with a hug. Her face turns red as the chat explodes.

☆ You do a cozy “couple stream” playing Stardew Valley. You suck at it. She carries you.

☆ Ellie wears your merch on stream now. Casually.

☆ Fans beg you to collab musically—Ellie refuses at first but agrees if she can stay anonymous.

☆ You write a love song about “a girl who used to only exist through a screen.”

☆ She writes her own love letter in music form. You post it on your secret SoundCloud.

☆ Ellie has a hoodie drawer in your tour bus now.

☆ You talk about adopting a cat together—name ideas: “Pixel,” “Jpeg,” “Lyric.”

☆ Ellie builds a mini streaming setup on your tour bus.

☆ You fall asleep on calls together every night when apart. She plays you old songs.

☆ Ellie’s growing confidence is visible. She thanks you during stream anniversaries.

☆ You let her be a recluse while giving her the world in private.

☆ She starts designing your stage outfits—hoodie inspired, always soft.

☆ Ellie keeps every note you write her, every photo booth strip.

☆ She tattoos a small icon that symbolizes your first Twitch comment to her.

☆ You jokingly propose on stream with a candy ring. She cries anyway.

☆ The world may love your music, but Ellie knows—your real voice only sings for her.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗪𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡? - part nine max verstappen x reader ( angst ) series summary . . . when he wants to be normal, he can count on you, stranger.

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The car is not okay.

The car is twitchy in the corners, unpredictable on exits, stubborn under braking. The balance is off. The upgrades aren’t clicking. The grip vanishes when he needs it most.

And he’s off by five tenths in Austria.

Fifth.

A collision with Lando mid-race, and he didn't even bother arguing with the stewards after. Just sat in the garage post-race, staring at the floor while the engineers talked around him.

Silverstone is better. Barely. P2.

But Hungary? Another fifth. Belgium? Fourth.

The kind of numbers that look okay in headlines but feel like failures when you’ve lived on the top step long enough to forget what the others taste like.

Max is spiralling. Quietly. Thoroughly.

He finishes the races. Does the debriefs. Shakes the hands. Nods through the interviews.

“How do you feel about the result today, Max?” “Bit of a tough weekend, huh?” “Still fighting for the title—what’s the game plan?”

He smiles. He nods. He says all the right words.

And inside? It’s static. White noise. A helmet full of fog and nothing.

He almost texts her. Every day.

 His fingers hover over your nickname on Discord.

 La 🫶🧃

Still saved like that. He never changed it. Can’t bring himself to.

Instead, he does the stupidest thing possible.

He reactivates Amilian.

Just to . . . just to see. Just to be near her, even if she doesn’t know. Even if he’s just a ghost watching you from the shadow of a username.

He logs in.

Her status flickers green.

“Online.”

His chest caves in like an avalanche.

He doesn’t message. He couldn’t.

He just watches you in the server, chatting with someone else. Your little typing bubble. Your stupid laugh emojis. Your old SIM screenshots in the media share.

You’re still you from what he sees.

He’s not sure he’s still him.

“Max?” a voice says softly behind him.

He startles. Victoria was standing at the door to his sim room, arms crossed, a blanket around her shoulders.

“What time is it?” he croaks, voice rough like sandpaper.

“Three.” She walks in. “In the morning. Again.”

He doesn’t look at her. Just stares at the screen. At your name. Your presence. Your absence.

“Max,” Victoria whispers, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “This isn’t healthy.”

He shuts his eyes. Presses the heel of his palm against them until he sees stars.

“I just wanted to be normal,” he mumbles. “And now I don’t feel anything.”

“You’re grieving,” she says. “You lost someone.”

“No,” Max says, voice hollow. “I lost me.”

He logs out. Shuts the monitor off.

But your name’s still there behind his eyelids.

And so is the version of himself he can’t go back to.

[lenoide]

Daddy's Little Pet

+18 | one shot | Toto x reader | smut, daddy kink, size kink, power play.

Summary: You had come to Brackley expecting a generic interview, not a deep dive into Toto's lovemaking life. Author's note: As a reply to the request made by @ xoxo_lily at The Wolff Pack Discord Server.

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The second you entered the empty boardroom where Toto was waiting for you, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Your heart pounded hard as you gazed at the well-dressed boss. Toto's tall, big, powerful muscled silhouette claimed your eyes immediately. He looked even more massive in person.

A hiss of nervousness curled in your stomach as you approached the table while grabbing the seat next to him.

When he slid his chair to face you, just centimeters apart from you, you felt tiny. Even though both of you were sat down he towered over you with a notorious difference.

Oh, if you could bury your head in that broad and muscular chest in front of you.

Since Toto's aura of power mesmerized you, and your curiosity and attraction for him piqued, you decided to do an article on him for the upcoming issue of GearGrl.

Armed with a script and a microphone, you made your way to his private boardroom, where he takes video calls and deals with sponsors, press, and guests.

The smell of polished oak and leather filled the air, creating an alluring scent that is as arousing for you as the man himself.

His piercing eyes sized you up the second the door swung open and you stepped in.

You extended your hand at him, trying to hide the trembling nerves, rocking a bit in your chair. "Mr. Wolff, my name's Y/N. I'm a journalist from GearGrl magazine, and I'd love to chat with you for a feature article," you smiled, hoping this would ease your tension but went all the way around, the minute Toto placed his big warm hand on yours your mind went wild.

Toto's hand is double size yours. Fuck! He only added a little pressure on the handshake and you are already wetting yourself.

What would be like to have his entire body weight crushing you down against the sheets?

Toto's gaze shifted from your body towards your hand, squeezing it a bit. "Nice to meet you, little one. I don't have much time today. But, if you have specific questions about our team strategy or sponsorships, I'll be glad to answer," he said, his voice deep and commanding.

You swallowed hard and decided to push your luck. You tilted your chin upwards, meeting his gaze with a newfound boldness, he stared down at you due to the height difference, and a little smirk formed on his lips before you dared.

"Actually, I was hoping to pepper you with some questions about your life beyond the track. Your passions, your hobbies, that sort of thing."

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes before they narrowed on you. "I don't see how that is relevant to the teams' performance or our supporters," he said, his words snipped.

"Well, I believe that a man as influential as yourself, Toto, has a life worth exploring. Your devoted fans crave a glimpse into your world, and this interview would offer them just that."

The corner of his mouth twitched in a rueful half-smile as if you had struck a nerve. "Smart move, little one."

Then you pushed again, "Also you could inspire young enthusiasts by offering them a picture of a well-rounded individual."

"My stories might not paint the perfect picture.

I have made mistakes and faced challenges along the way," he warned you.

"No one is perfect, Toto, and that's what makes humans interesting." you leaned forward slightly, your curiosity in full bloom. Toto shifted his position and relaxed his body, sensing you getting closer. His big muscular tights spread a bit, and he rested his big hands on them.

"What kind of challenges did you face, if I may ask, Toto?" you dare.

A heavy sigh, "When I first took over as the TP at Williams, many doubted my capabilities. They saw me as nothing but a reckless, inexperienced playboy. But the team rallying behind me and our eventual success at the track fueled my persistence," Toto explained, his gaze lost in your lips. "I've fought battles at work and in my personal life, learning valuable lessons along the way."

Intrigued by his reveal, you asked, "Can you tell me about those battles in your personal life?"

"I don't know if my personal trials will make a good story. Still, there's one I could mention. When my monogamist first marriage began to crumble, my focus on building my career inadvertently added fuel to that fire. I found myself alone and devastated, with my kids miles away in a boarding school," Toto said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Immersed in his story, you wanted to know more. "Did finding love again play a role in your healing process and later success?"

He took a long moment before meeting your eyes again, the intensity of his stare was crazy. "Yes, love found me just when I needed it the most. I met a woman named Susie, who was warm, inviting, and able to understand my urges." The emphasis and deep voice Toto made saying those words, provoked you to quiver. "The ones my previous partners never could." He chuckled softly. "I'm not sure if it was fate or sheer luck."

"Your urges?" your voice echoed throughout the empty room, drowned only by the sound of your accelerated heartbeats.

"I have a constant hunger not only for winning, I..." his eyes are already lifting your skirt.

"What do you crave for?" your voice trembled, enjoying the forthcoming invitation.

"I can show you" his voice was deep and one of his long big fingers was already playing with the hem of your skirt.

Then you dare to intertwine your hand with Toto's as a "yes, please show me", you wanted so badly to lick those big long fingers of his and feel them inside your tiny pussy fingering you relentlessly. His Rolex watch sparkled under the lights and the ring on his right hand shined.

The conversation took an unexpectedly intimate turn. You couldn't explain it, but there was something about the way Toto spoke that tugged at your deepest desires.

Perhaps it was the boldness of the thing he just revealed, that Susie allowed him to have his cravings.

Whatever it was, you couldn't deny your body's response to his words. Every pulse of your heart echoed in your pussy, leaving you flushed and yearning.

You had come to Brackley expecting a generic interview, not a deep dive into Toto's lovemaking life.

He guided you by the hand back to his office and onto the bulky trendy sofa. He pushed you down on it with ease, as if you were paper-thin.

"I won't be an easy lover to forget. But I don't do commitment or romance, only with Susie" he said.

You nodded in understanding, giving him what could only be described as a sultry smile. You wanted him to know you understood well what both of you were up for.

"My little pet" he growled before reaching for you. Your whole body trembled with anticipation as he touched your face gently, swiping his thumb across your lips. Toto was on his feet, making you feel even more small.

You parted your lips slightly, licking his thumb finger, the throbbing in your pussy escalating to an unbearable level.

Toto took this as his cue and pulled you closer, shifting your position with a firm and quick grip, leaving you now knees on the sofa and ass pinned against him.

Lifting your skirt, he rubbed himself against your tiny panties. Oh, the way he manhandles you!

You could feel his hardness pressed against your ass, his arousal evident. He lowered his lips to your ear, whispering huskily, "So you wanted a peek into the raw and real Toto Wolff? I warn you I will not hold back, my little pet." His gaze held yours with the confidence of a predator filling its hunger, and you licked your lips, letting him know you were ready for him.

Toto snaked his hand around, tangling his fingers through your hair, roughly tugging your head back to expose the hollow of your throat.

Your pulse hammered wildly under his harsh caresses as he trailed his lips from your jawline to that sensitive dip.

"Fuck," you gasped, unable to contain the reaction to his touch, knowing this was reckless, zero professional, and wrong but too far gone to care.

Despite his warning, you wanted Toto in a way that defied all logic and you were eager to prove you could handle whatever he gave you.

You could feel his erection trapped against the zipper of his pants. Unable to resist any longer, you reached out, popping the fastener of his trousers. In one swift motion, you pushed his pants and boxers down.

His cock sprung free, thick and long, jutting out from a pair of toned, muscular thighs. The sight of him left you breathless and overwhelmed with lust.

"Fuck, you are going to destroy my pussy with that cock!" you whispered.

He smiled smugly, obviously pleased with your reaction.

You couldn't help but stare as he stood there, completely naked and unabashed. He looked like a Greek god, powerful, perfectly sculpted, and unapologetically male.

"I think I deserve a bit of a peak into your personal side too," Toto murmured, his eyes alight with playfulness. His words caught you off guard, and you raised your eyebrows playfully.

"Remember when I thought I was here for work?" you said and chucked.

"Come suck me, pet" he gestured to you, and you immediately turned around, your ass now on the couch, sitting right in front of him, his dick at your face level due to your height difference.

You started gripping the solid length of Toto's aroused cock, you curved your fingers around him, stroking him gently, eager to satisfy his desperation.

Toto sucked a breath between his teeth, his fingers tightening in your hair as you pumped your hand along his length. Your hand looked tiny around his fat cock. Getting already nervous about how would you fit that thing inside your mouth.

Toto's hand gripped the base of his cock, guiding it towards your lips. "Open wide," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. Hunger burned in his gaze, and you could practically see the animal instincts of the man taking over. "Suck my cock," he demanded you, the forcefulness of his words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

You parted your lips as wide as possible, allowing him to slide his length into your mouth. You gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

Toto let out a low groan of satisfaction, his hips thrusting forward as he began to fuck your mouth.

You could feel his cock slid deeper, stretching you past the point of comfort. But you weren't complaining.

His salty taste filled your mouth, making you moan your approval. Toto slid his hands into your hair, gripping it tightly as he fucked your mouth in earnest.

You gagged again, but this time you didn't try to pull away. Instead, you relaxed your throat, taking him deeper into your mouth. You could feel him swell even further, and you slid your tongue along his shaft, creatively slurping at him.

Your eyes were so watery by now, but you didn't dare stop. You'd never seen a man look so entranced as Toto did at this moment, his eyes hooded and head rolled back in the pleasure of your mouth on him.

"Fuck, you take me so good, pet" he grunted, hips thrusting as his length slid in and out of your hot, wet mouth. "Keep going, my little pet, just like that."

You continued to pleasure him in this way until he suddenly pulled away with a hiss. Pre-cum glistened on your lips as you blinked up at him, seeking his approval, he looked so proud of you.

You looked like a total mess, all red on the cheeks, saliva all over your chin, watery eyes, and messy hair.

"Now to the couch, pet" he whispered darkly as he bent, lifting you with ease and tossing you onto the sofa.

You bounced once and landed right in the center.

The air left your lungs as he climbed on top of you, towering over you in all his glory, pushing your body against the fabric, your stomach and hips feeling the pain of Toto's body prisoning you.

His strong arms cupped your head, tilting your face towards his. Toto leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. You gasped as his tongue delved between your lips, tilting your head to receive it, your fingers dragging up the muscles in his arms, tracing his veins, he tasted like espresso and the faint scent of stale mint, a carnal, masculine flavor that left you panting and breathless.

Your kiss deepened as he moved away, nibbling at your lips and the sensitive skin beneath your ear, causing you to whimper, with delight.

His hands were everywhere, exploring your curves and leaving behind a burning trail of where his mouth would follow.

"Toto, please," you begged, desperately craving to feel him inside you. Your mind was full of desire, and all you could concentrate on was the hard friction his erect cock set off through your body.

No response at the call of his name, so you dared.

"Daddy, please," you moaned, squirming beneath him. Immediately his hands pinned yours to the sofa. You arched into his touch, savoring the way he finally was exposing you, getting out of the way all clothing items between you.

Toto's gaze immediately fell between your legs, hungry and unyielding, lust radiated off him, staring at your wet folds.

His free hand caressed your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You couldn't help but gasp as he explored you.

You could feel the dampness spreading along your thighs, revealing just how much Toto excited you. Your breath hitched as he moved lower, circling his thumb around your clit.

"Oh, Daddy," you cried out, your voice barely more than a whimper.

A low growl escaped his throat before he replaced his thumb with two fingers, pushing them inside you, tasting, teasing, and sending you into a whirlwind of emotions.

He fingered you hard, getting you wet and splashing drops around and provoking soaking sounds, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

The mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you was dizzying, till you were completely out of breath and begging him to allow you a breather.

Before the head of his big cock burst through the barrier of your tight entrance, stretching your pussy wider than you ever thought possible. Your eyes went wide as you felt him penetrating you.

You gasped, feeling the intense sensation of being filled to the brim. "Daddy!" you moan loud, your pussy throbbed around his cock as it slid in further. "Daddy!"

Toto growled a low, animalistic sound that sent shivers down your spine. He pulled back slightly, then thrust you again and harder, this time driving deeper, ripping open your tight pussy even more.

You cried out, a mix of discomfort and delight coursing through you as he took you, possessing you in a way you only had dreamt of.

"Fuck, you're so tight, pet," he grunted, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is so fucking tiny."

His cock slammed into you relentlessly, and you moaned in pleasure with each rough thrust, feeling your body buried more and more. Your stomach pressed hard against the furniture's fabric. You felt the sofa creaking.

Toto's fingers dug into your hips, leaving angry red marks on your skin. You wouldn't have it any other way.

He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against your ass. You clung to the sofa, your nails digging into the textile as he pounded you harder and harder.

You let out a strangled cry as he hit the spot deep inside you. His name spilled from your lips, a desperate plea for more.

Toto responded by increasing the pace of his pounding, his cock hitting you with a savage, powerful intensity that started to hurt. You will be limping tomorrow.

You could feel every inch of him filling you, stretching you open.

With your lips locked in a fiery kiss, you felt a wave of moisture flood between your legs in anticipation of your climax.

"Such a good little pet" he growled, his voice thick with lust. You kept feeling the sensitive humid folds of your pussy stretch to accommodate him, engulfing him inch by delicious inch.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, teetering on the edge of release, your body tensing as you got closer and closer.

"Daddy, please, I can't take much more of this." you moaned, gasping for air, buried under his entire weight.

He pulled back, his cock coming free with a slick, wet sound. You felt a surge of disappointment and confusion, but before you could even begin to process what had happened, he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over.

Your hands and back landed roughly on the couch as Toto pulled your hips up, his big hands grabbing your ass tightly and pushing you towards him with such force. The change in position left you feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable, your pussy slit in full display for him.

Toto stepped closer, his hard cock brushing against your slit. You could feel the heat radiating from his length as he leaned down, his hips hovering above your pussy. "You want daddy to fuck his little pet like this?" he asked, his voice low.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, daddy. I need to cum."

"Good pet," he murmured, his voice full of lust.

With a swift thrust, he buried himself inside you, making you cry out in pleasure-pain. Your muscles stretched and clenched around him, struggling to accommodate his girth.

Toto didn't give you a moment to adjust, pulling almost all the way in, and then out, before slamming back into you.

You were still sensitive from the earlier fucking, and you whimpered at the unexpected intensity.

"Oh, fuck, pet" Toto grunted, his fingers digging into your hips, rocking you towards him. He started pistoning into you, his massive cock splitting you wide open again, filling you completely.

With each thrust, you could feel yourself losing control, your sanity slipping away as he dominated you. Toto's powerful big hands gripped your small hips, pulling you back into him.

"Fuck, you wanted this, my little pet, don't you," Toto growled, his breath hot. "I can feel you clenching around me, trying to milk my cock. You're such a little slut, aren't you? Taking my cock like this and begging Daddy for more." Toto grunted, his balls smacking against your clit.

You could feel yourself getting close to the edge, your toes curling with each punishing thrust. "Yes, yes, oh god yeah!" you cried out, your voice hoarse from the pleasure-pain of being so thoroughly fucked.

Toto seemed to take this as a sign to speed up, you could feel him hitting your cervix with every stroke, a painful pleasure to possess you entirely.

"Yes, oh fuck yes, Daddy!" you screamed, your voice echoed through the office.

Your body began to tingle all over, a sure sign that you were close to orgasm. You held on to the sofa edge.

Toto's thrusting became erratic, his breathing ragged as he neared his own release. You could feel your climax building, every nerve ending trembling with the anticipation of release.

"Come for me, pet," Toto groaned.

Your legs were shaking, your muscles trembling, but you held on, desperate to cling to this incredible moment with every fiber of your being.

The room seemed to spin as you tried to focus on the sensation of Toto's cock as it filled you, pounding your body with a raw force that left you feeling small and powerless.

His fingers twisted in your hair as he traced your jaw with his tongue while his cock slid in and out of you.

You let out a moan as he angled himself deeper inside you, hitting your G-spot dead on. He started moving his hips in a slow grind, pressing every inch of himself against your inner walls.

"I bet you feel my dick stretching you? You like it when daddy owns you like this, hmm?"

You could only nod, unable to form coherent words as you submitted to him.

Toto's hand reached down, two fingers teasing your clit in time with his powerful thrusts. You arched your back, impaling yourself even further onto his hard shaft, urging him to continue the delicious torment.

He obliged instantly, expertly manipulating your clit as his cock ravaged your pussy, your hips bucking into every forceful thrust. Your pussy clenched and unclenched, desperately trying to hold onto him.

"Daddy, I'm cumming," you gasped.

Toto's thrusting became even more unhinged, his sweat-slicked body slapping against yours. You could feel him pulsing inside you, and you knew he was holding back too, waiting for you to go over the edge first.

"Fuck, call me daddy when you come," Toto groaned, his voice a guttural growl.

You felt your orgasm arriving, your muscles tensing as you let out a guttural cry. "Oh, daddy!" you moaned hard, as you finally came apart.

Toto groaned, his hips bucking as he sank himself to the hilt inside you, the pulse of your orgasm milked him, coaxing him closer and closer to his own release.

"Fuck, pet," he panted. "I'm so fucking close."

"Fill me up, Daddy," you gasped, still riding the waves of your orgasm. "Give it to me."

Toto's whole body tensed. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and let out a primal roar as he came hard.

You could feel the hot sprays of his release filling you up, and you moaned in pleasure as he emptied himself into you. Toto's cock throbbed and pulsed.

You stayed like that for a moment, your bodies heaving and trembling as you rode out the aftershocks of our intense climaxes.

Toto's body weight lifted from you, his sweaty chest pushing away slowly, as he reluctantly pulled out of you.

Your pussy throbbed and pulsed where he had filled it moments before, and you could feel his cum still trickling out of you, slicking up your inner thighs. You could feel the sweat drying on your skin, and your heartbeat beginning to return to normal.

"You were incredible, pet. I knew you would be, from the moment you entered." Toto said.

You smiled, still catching your breath as the words of praise washed over you like a warm embrace.

"I know, I'm daddy's little pet, after all."

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yes, and? - G Dragon/Kwon Jiyong

Pairing: sibling!jiyong x sibling!reader (both idols) Summary: your older brother is your hero

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"My face is sitting, I don't need no disguise (I don't need no disguise). Don't comment on my body, do not reply. Your business is yours, and mine is mine. Why do you care so much whose dick I ride? Why?"

Ever since you debuted with your group, DAWN, Jiyong made sure everyone knew how proud he was of you. He'd actively post stories using your songs to get the hype it deserves, he'd post pictures of you on his Instagram, and he'd even mention you a lot in interviews.

But of course, being THE G-Dragon's little sister isn't all sunshine and rainbows. There was a lot of scrutiny when you debuted, and you mostly blamed yourself for all the negative attention DAWN received. No one blamed you, but you felt responsible for it. You never told Jiyong, but he knew what was happening. He was your brother, after all.

He made a secret account that no one knew about and joined a Discord server, a DAWN subreddit, DAWN Tumblr communities, Facebook groups, Twitter group chats, etc. Everyone seemed to hate you all because everyone thought your talents weren't up to par with Jiyong.

Jiyong watched you grow into a woman you weren't meant to be. He always saw you as outgoing and growing into your features and talent. But because of the hate, you just became... hollow. It saddened him deeply. He saw the spark in your eyes vanish as years pass and he noticed how you're more quiet compared to when you debuted.

It wasn't until he read the comments on your Instagram pictures that he finally threw a fit in front of his best friends.

"Get a load of this bullshit: y/n pls get plastic surgery bc there's something wrong with your face. How could someone say that?!" Jiyong exclaimed angrily, continuing to scroll down.

"Jiyong, don't make yourself angry by reading those." Seunghyun warns him. "You're not getting any younger; you might get high blood pressure. Calm down."

"I don't care! They shouldn't talk about my sister that way." Jiyong sighed angrily.

"Well, you can address it in your interview. It's tomorrow, right? Just address it there." Youngbae suggested.

So, that's what he did. He just had to wait for the right time to say it. The right time came when the interviewer asked about you. It was then that he unleashed his anger and annoyance towards all of it.

"What's it like seeing your sister being an idol like you?"

"It's great! I just don't like seeing the hate she gets. It's so unnecessary! I read all of it. She's just nice enough to not tell me anything. Everything people say about her are so hurtful. They don't know that it hurts me too because I'm her brother." Jiyong said.

"I'm sure it does." The interviewer nodded. "But how do you feel about Y/N dating a BTS member when she was just dating Park Bo-gum not too long ago?"

Jiyong rolled his eyes, "That's her business, neither mine nor everyone else's. She can date whoever she wants to date. My only concern is if they treat her right. She's young, but she's also an adult. She can handle herself. I'll only interfere if she asks me for help."

"Is it true that Y/N got a nose job?"

"Alright, let me make this clear: she never got anything done. It also hurts mine and my family's feelings that people are actively telling her to fix her face. Why would she do that? If any of you really look at her, we look alike. Telling her to get her face done is like telling me to get my face done. And why would we do that, when we look like a mix of our parents? That's like telling us our parents are ugly." Jiyong explained.

"If she gets plastic surgery, what happens then? Will everyone be happy? Of course not. They'll find a new thing to hate on her. The other day pictures of her sitting down at a cafe while eating with her date went viral. I thought it was because she was on a date, which is ridiculous to be viral for in the first place, but turns out, she went viral because of her body roll. That's insane! Everyone has that. It's normal! When are we all going to stop policing people for having a normal body? She also got viral for having cellulite. I mean, come on! It's insane to hate a little girl so much."

"Little girl?"

Jiyong closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Sorry. Sometimes, I still see her as my 5-year-old sister who did nothing but dance. She's very sweet and she doesn't deserve all of those things."

Jiyong got a lot of pats on the back and he got praised for being a good brother, but the only person he wanted to hear from was you. When you called him in the middle of the night, he immediately answered.

"Y/N?" His voice a bit hoarse from being tired all day.

"Thank you." You said after a moment of silence. Jiyong smiled to himself and said, "You're my sister, Y/N. I have to set an example for you. I will defend you until my last breath, okay? I have your back."

"And I have yours." You said softly. Jiyong grinned, "Just know that everyday, I'm so grateful to be your older brother."

"I don't know how to cope with all of it." You cried.

His heart broke. "Y/N, don't listen to anything you hear and don't absorb anything you read. Their opinions don't matter because what matters is what you think. But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to nag you about a few things. Like, don't get plastic surgery and don't reply to whatever comment people have about your body. I'm going to be strict with those. It's your business, anyway."

"That's true. I mean, why do they care about who I ride, anyway?"

"Okay, that's-" Jiyong coughed. "I did NOT need to know that, but that's, uh, that's true. Why do they care, anyway? They're just jealous it's you and not them."

You chuckled, wiping your tears. "Love you, Jiyong."

"I love you too." He smiled. "Now, it's time for you to come clean. I just want to know- who are you really dating?"

"JIYONG!!!"

"I mean, I just want to know if I have a new brother-in-law!"

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a/n: whoever reads this, i love you. pls be kind to yourself. pls allow yourself to grow into your features before getting poked and prodded by needles and all <3

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