#JUST TELL ME ABOUT MORE THAN ONE INTERPRETATION!!! THAT IS ALL I FUCKING WANT FROM YOU JUST TELL ME THERES MULTIPLE WAYS

[renaultmograine]

AU where Balnazzar isn't stupid and instead of killing and impersonating Dathrohan during the Third War, he impersonates Calia Menethil

Calia is missing, either dead or intent on never showing her face again, making a prime candidate for impersonation

Being the princess of Lordaeron and the heir to the throne, the remnants of the Silver Hand would fight to the death for her, and with way more conviction than just for one of the first paladins

The amount of damage that could be done wielding the face of a powerful woman cannot be understated. I wholeheartedly believe that Calia-Balnazzar could make them whipped up into the Scarlet Crusade frenzy like. four months tops.

She's the princess. What are you going to do, argue with her? Tell her no?

None of the paladins likely know her that well, so Calia-Balnazzar could bullshit damn near anything she wanted to, while Dathrohan-Balnazzar would be constrained incredibly.

POV you're ill from a ~mysterious illness~ and the big tiddy priestess princess herself tends to you and comforts you and agrees that your dad really is shitty :( you should do something about that :)c

Realistically speaking, they would have to arrange a marriage for Calia-Balnazzar for when they reclaimed Lordaeron, and there's so many good options to pick from (for Calia-Balnazzar to have an easily manipulated husband). (Also no one knows real Calia is married with a child).

Taelan: sad man but he's well respected and the Lord of Hearthglen, where all their operations have been based out of. Too depressed about his dad to be any real hindrance to any schemes but that also means he might lack that driving force of pure insane zealotry.

Renault: younger, more emotionally unstable, clearly wanting someone to validate him. He's going to destroy whatever you point to with some hyping up, but he's definitely going to destroy himself at some point if he doesn't calm the down, and you're not going to want to be standing next to him when that happens

Darion: fairly younger, but that makes him more manipulable, and this whole 'recovering Lordaeron' nonsense is taking a while anyway. Sad about his dad so don't mention you encouraged Renault to kill him, but like. This is Darion we're talking about. Mister "I will interpret whatever you say into 'kill yourself for me' and then do it." He's going to be ride AND die if you don't fuck it up. You will need another man after he dies though. Well maybe not he's rather committed.

Decent chance Sally smites her. This crusade is NOT big enough for two bad bitches--there's a reason why Brigette Abbendis fucked off to Northrend--and it defintely isn't when Calia-Balnazzar is cozying up to Renault.

I want to say Sally/Calia-Balnazzar for the fun of it but I legitimately cannot imagine Sally doing anything more than tolerating her, even with the mind control shit.

Real Calia currently larping her tradlife with her unnamed husband and child finding out that the Princess has been found and that she's to be wed once the kingdom is returned and deciding she's not going to touch that with a thirty foot pole >>>> the FUNNIEST Before The Storm scenes imaginable if the crusade does manage to reclaim Lordaeron

[instantpansies]

formal literary analysis is just fanfic for nerds

[soullessdianthus]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, dubcon/noncon for the last few headcanons (I've put a warning if you want to stop reading)

Poorly translated German, correct me if needed!

Important note at the end!

✧°.  König is a kind of pervert who fantasizes about you, when he beats his meaty cock with his hand, imagining all of the possible scenarios in his head.

✧°.  With you bend over the surface of the table or desk and him pounding into your tight cunt from behind. Your hair falls out through his thick fingers as he tugs on them to arch your spine better.

✧°.  Perv!König can’t help but stare at your breasts from above (thanks to his height), exposed by the cleavage of your shirt. A soft, plump flesh squeezed by a little to small size of bra. Did you do that on purpose to torment him with the beautiful sight?

✧°.  He wants to sneak his warm hand under your shirt and fondle them, play with both nipples until they’re perky, before he finally laps at them with his wet mouth and sucks.

✧°.  His cock twitches painfully when he sees you with a gun holster or climbing equipment on. The stiff material digging into your plush thighs, one stripe just under the curve of your ass. It gives Perv!König the new fixation he would like to test out with you – a shibari or any other bondage. 

✧°.  Just to have you tied up like a little gift and on his sick mercy.

✧°.  But there would come time, where the fantasies, weirdly specific porn and fucking his own palm is not enough, he craves more.

✧°.  König starts to supervise your training with a gun or in a gym. Instead of just verbally correcting your aiming posture, he would stand behind you, his bulky arms wrapped around your sides. He would lean over your shoulder and whisper a few words in German. Quickly and incoherently, but you didn’t understand it anyways! You don’t know German! 

✧°.  “Fokus auf das Ziel, nicht mein Schwanz, Schlampe" [ger.: Focus on the target, not my dick, slut].”

✧°.  Perv!König is delusional as fuck. He would interpret your confusion and shyness in such situations with succumbing to his flirting. Your eyes were begging for his attention, ja? 

✧°.  He would absolutely push your limits, telling you to do a series or two more in the gym just to hear your little whines and moans due to your hard work! 

✧°.  Not to mention how König is fascinated with your scent even after such an intense workout. The sweat glistening on your smooth skin, pretty face red from exhaustion. You looked exactly just like he imagines you after being fucked stupid. 

✧°.  But even creeping on you in the gym or armory wasn’t enough for Perv!König! He still wants more! 

✧°.  I bet we can all agree that he would be a panty thief, especially those used ones. König would take them out of the laundry and rub along his painfully throbbing cock just to cum into them! 

✧°.  And then he put them back in the basket and pretended like nothing happened. Although, he was a little sad that you didn’t put them on with his warm seed still on it. 

✧°.  This way Perv!König could mark you as his girl. <3

✧°.  Perv!König would sneak to the bathroom to peek at you taking a bath or shower, admiring your naked body from a safe distance.

[Dubcon/Noncon Warning]

✧°.  If you ever happen to get super drunk while hanging out with him, Perv!König would absolutely take advantage of your easily persuasive state. Pulling you into his lap, because it’s more comfortable than a wooden chair, ja? Just to help you relax, because you seemed so nervous about getting drunk with your Colonel!

✧°.  König would place his big hand over your stomach and slowly slide down, under the hem of your pants. When you started mumbling something in your drunken state, he was quick to whisper little praises into your ear, assuring he would take good care of you. 

✧°.  His fingers easily found their way into your panties – who knows, maybe it was the same pair he jerked himself into before? Perv!König took his time playing with you, rubbing your clit in circles, before he eventually plunged two of his thick fingers into your sweet pussy. 

✧°.  He had to shush your precious mewls, when he continued stroking that specific spongy spot inside of you, until you came onto his fingers, still sitting prettily in his lap. Like a trophy. King’s trophy.

A/N: This was highly requested and let me tell you ─ I have two more pervy scenarios in the drafts: Perv!Boyfriend!König and Perv!Landlord!König. It depends if you want to read those. Let me know please. 👉👈

[moonsgemini]

cinnamon girl - rafe cameron

summary: hating rafe cameron was easy to do when you were both teenagers, but after years a part and time spent thinking about one another one thing leads to another. Secret rendezvous between kook prince and kook princess ensue, finding any spare minute to be with each other without the judgey eyes of outer banks.

warnings: 18+, minors dni, fem reader, she/her, p in v, praise kink, semi public sex (a bunch of people are downstairs), fingering, oral f receiving, dirty talk, sneaking around, secret relationship, cussing, alcohol, enemies to lovers kinda

wc: 3.5k

an: another smutty smut. I have had this in my drafts for a bit & I just needed to finish it. It started out as being inspired by cinnamon girl by lana but I like don’t know what happened. also two posts in one day ???? who am I.

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In high school when y/n read Romeo and Juliet she fell in love with the tragic romance. She was astounded that love could be so intense and passionate. So much so that they were sneaking around behind everyone’s backs and the miscommunication ultimately leading to their deaths.

When she was sixteen she met Rafe Cameron. When her father introduced her to the tall blonde she didn’t think he would eventually be her Romeo. Especially not since he didn’t even smile or show the slightest interest in her. Their fathers had recently worked on a business deal together and had got along so well they wanted their families to get together.

She knew who he was and what he was like. Rumors run rampant on the figure eight. He constantly had snarky comments and remarks to make at her. Whether it be about her outfit, her likes, and especially about the boys she dated. y/n would be talking to Sarah about the boy she just went on a date with and Rafe would butt in with his two cents. He was a year older than her and he always made sure to act like he knew better because he was older.

“Fabian? You do know he like has dated half the cheer and volleyball teams,” Rafe scoffed as he stood in front of her and Sarah who were sat on the pool chairs outside. He had overheard y/n talking about the new guy she was seeing and Rafe couldn’t believe who the guy was. He also couldn’t believe she was dating at all.

Y/n looked at him with a glare, “I don’t remember asking for your input.”

“You could really use it though. Seems like you’re pretty fucking clueless at the fact that you’re a lot better than that asshole,” He rolled his eyes annoyed at the fact she couldn’t see how this escapade will end in heart break. He was only looking out for her so he doesn’t understand why she was so annoyed.

She chuckled bitterly, “Yeah like you care, besides I can find out for myself Rafe. I don’t need you telling me what’s good for me or not.”

Rafe rolled his eye because to him he did know what was good for her and Fabian was not. “Well when he ends up hurting you I’ll be ready to tell you I told you so,” He smirked taking a sip of his beer and walking away.

Sarah scoffed muttering, “Hate him.”

Y/n sighed watching him walk away and talk to her dad, “Couldn’t agree with you more.”

The first few years she knew Rafe she hated him. As much as you could hate him. He had always been extremely handsome, something she definitely noticed, and as he got older he became even hotter. In front of her parents he was charming and they interpreted his cocky demeanor as confidence. Whenever she complained about the Cameron boy being a prick they said they liked that Rafe knew what he wanted and always went for it, something that y/n could learn from him.

After she went away to college these family dinners became much smaller with only the parents and younger siblings. The kids having grown up and gone their own ways. Rafe was always on the mainland taking care of his dad’s business. Sarah had gone off to college so it was practically an empty nest. Occasionally during holiday breaks Sarah and y/n would join them for game night or dinner but Rafe still wasn’t around much.

She couldn’t lie and say he didn’t swim in her thoughts every now and then. Okay maybe more often then she’d like. Especially when he’d post on instagram and his bright smile would infect her mind on the nights she couldn’t fall asleep. She wondered if he ever thought about her but she doubted it since they never liked each other.

Rafe thought about her every day. Whenever he’d see her dad he’d find a way to bring her into conversation. He knew she was coming back soon and he made a note in his calendar to free his schedule on family dinner day because he wanted to see her. He needed to see her. Even if she probably didn’t want to see him because he remembers her hatred for him when they were teenagers. It makes a smirk appear on his lips as he thought about y/n rolling her eyes and sending witty comebacks his way.

-

It was winter break of her junior year of college when she made if back to the outer banks.

Y/n was surprised to see him drinking a glass of scotch with her dad and Ward as she walked downstairs. Her family was hosting dinner that time. Her first thought when she spotted hime was person he was even more handsome. His boyish look almost completely gone now that he was a man. She noticed he had been working out because his chest and shoulders seemed broader. Could have even gotten taller?

“Hey there she is,” Ward said as she made it all the way down the steps.

She smiled politely and joked, “Here I am, hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

Rafe smirked taking a sip from his glass. After Ward asked her more questions about college and the internship she was starting on the mainland that following summer. She could feel Rafe’s eyes on her as she talked to his dad. Seeing him had felt different that time. There was something different in the air.

During dinner they both stole glances at each other. Sometimes when she’d catch him staring at her he wouldn’t look away. Locking his eyes with her smirking and sipping on his second glass of scotch. His long fingers wrapped around the glass grabbed her attention. She watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed. No guys she knew in college drank scotch, because none of them were men like him.

He couldn’t believe how much more beautiful she had gotten in the last three years. She was a woman now and she held herself with so much more confidence than when she was seventeen. Rafe liked that.

“Oh honey give Rafe a tour of the new wine cellar. It is so magnificent our architect is amazing, maybe you’ll like him for a new Cameron employee,” Y/n’s mom said to the young adults who had been eye fucking for the last forty minutes. Y/n’s mom had been feeling her second glass of wine now which led to her being all giddy and generous. It’s always what her mom did. So whenever they went to charity events her mom just needed a glass of wine to sign a check for $10,000.

She was also an avid wine collector so for the last year they had been building a wine cellar under the house. It turned out beautiful. All wood and the lighting was moody. There were racks of wines all around the room and a few in the middle creating ailse. There were also a few big wooden support beams.

“Sure mom. Follow me,” Y/n said nodding her head towards the back. He smirked standing up and following her a few paces behind so he could stare at her back side. She led him out to the side of the house where the entrance was. If her mom knew what she ultimately helped happen she’d kill the both of them. Mostly for committing such a sin next to her most prized possessions.

Ten minutes into the tour Rafe had y/n pinned against one of those wooden beams. Her legs wrapped around his waist with her hands in his hair tugging whenever he’d hit that spot she could never reach on her own. No college guy she had been with was ever able to hit that spot either. Their breaths mixed together as their faces were close together, y/n’s skirt bunched around her waist. One of his hands was under her shirt tweaking her nipple.

His dick inside of her smoothly sliding in and out as he fucked her. Rafe knew he would never forget this moment. Never forget just how wet she had been, all the noises she was making sounding heavenly.

The first time was erotic. Years of built up sexual tension was finally getting released and it felt so good. His hands, his lips, his body felt better than she could ever have imagined.

When they were done Rafe kissed her, lips slotting naturally with her like they always belonged there. She was worried it was a one time thing but he wasn’t acting like it. That bubble of anxiety in her chest popping as he continued to be sweet to her. He had slowly pulled out and set her down gently. Tugging her skirt back down and helping her step into her panties he had tugged off in a frenzy. He fixed himself as she fixed her hair and makeup.

“That’s not the last time that’s gonna happen,” He said breaking the silence, “I like you too much to let you go.”

-

Since the first night they hooked up they have been sneaking around behind their families backs seeing each other. Rafe flew and road tripped to her apartment more times that winter and spring than he can count. When she came back for the summer he was practically living at her house. He’d sneak in at night like they were teenagers and he’d sleep over or stay up talking with her until she fell asleep then he’d sneak out. Or sometimes (a lot of times) they’d be doing something else that involved rafe’s mouth on her.

When y/n got her internship he’d meet her for lunch. They’d hangout in secluded areas on the beach and whenever they wanted to have a nice date night they’d stay a few cities over for the weekend to be alone and be a couple in public. For her birthday Rafe took her to the Amalfi coast for a few days where they spent most of the time on a boat, in a pool, or in bed having amazing sex. Y/n told her parents she was going to the lake for the weekend where she’d barely have service. Somehow they believed it.

They kept it a secret not because their families would be upset. It’s the opposite actually, they’d be too excited. Then there would be all this pressure on their relationship. The mom’s and Ward would be urging Rafe to propose because their families merging would make them look incredibly good and powerful in the developing industry. They’d want a huge wedding with a bunch of people they don’t know. There’d start to be talk about grand babies. All of figure eight would be talking about the kook prince and princess dating and on their way to live off their trusts. It would just be too much.

It was the last dinner party of the summer and Y/n was giddy. She hadn’t seen Rafe in two weeks because he had gone away on a business trip with his dad and then she had gone on to see her grandparents in New York. It was the most time they had spent a part in the last four months.

Tonight would be the last night they see each other for another couple weeks while y/n moves into her senior year apartment and settles into school. Rafe knew how important school was to her so he wanted to give her space to settle which she was grateful for because pre law was not easy. It would also be too suspicious if he randomly showed up to help while her parents are there.

This was a big dinner party so it was perfect. Y/n’s parents were hosting so it was all perfect. Every big family on Figure Eight, even the ones who only summer there, was at her house. The house was filled with many distractions since her mother also loved collecting art. No one would see them sneak upstairs to her room, especially with all the wine that’s being consumed.

Rafe had been dreaming about touching her since he last saw her. Oh and when he saw her he didn’t even waste a moment. As soon as he saw an opportunity to drag her upstairs to her bedroom he did. It was when appetizers were brought out and everyone had gathered outside. Y/n smirked the whole time knowing he wanted her as bad as she wanted him. Her short dress definitely did the job it was supposed to when she spotted his hard on when he first grabbed her.

His eagerness showing when he practically slammed her against the inside of the bedroom door. His lips on hers with fervor. They moved expertly against each other. Immediately finding their rhythm, no matter how many times they have each other it’s never enough.

His hands sliding down her waist and slowly going under her sundress. That’s when he feels nothing. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He instantly got harder and groaned into her mouth.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” He mumbled as he began trailing kisses down her neck.

Her hands tugged at his hair, “I missed you Rafey,” she whined not even feeling the slightest bit embarrassed about her eagerness. She had missed him so much.

He began walking her towards the bed. His lips still latching onto any exposed skin on her chest. They kicked their shoes off in the process, Rafe undid a few more buttons of his shirt. His tanned broad chest making her breathing uneven. When her knees hit the end of the bed she sat back crawling backwards towards the pillows. He followed her his knees spreading her legs.

“I missed you baby,” He gently cupped her face and stroked her cheek softly, “I can’t wait to make you cum.”

The soft gesture with the dirty words made her cheeks feel hot. That devilish smirk appearing on Rafe’s face like he knew that would happen. And that’s because he did know. Rafe knew her body and he knows just what to do to make her squirm. He looked too hot for her to even care how dirty he sounded. Sometimes she’d shy away but other times it made her putty in his hands. Y/n reached forward kissing him not so gently. They’d have time for the lovey dovey stuff later.

He began kissing down her body. Her chin then her neck, paying attention to that spot that made her hips jerk up for relief. His hand were gliding up her legs pushing her dress up around her waist in the process.

Rafe kissed her shoulders as he pushed her straps down in a teasing manor. He kissed her collarbones then her chest. Finally moving to her stomach and her pelvic bone. Oh had he missed this. His hands moved to her knees spreading her legs wider.

Y/n’s hands were in his hair already tugging. Giving an even harder tug when he reach forward giving her a teasing lick. She had to cover her mouth with one hand to not be loud.

Rafe wanted to tease her but he just couldn’t resist. He dove right in. His tongue finding her clit immediately, moving his tongue in circles. He alternated between that and licking down her slit. Tongue teasing her entrance. It was all so euphoric.

Her back arched off her bed. Y/n tried her best to keep quiet but a few moans slipped out. She hoped the chatter and music playing downstairs was enough to cover her noises. Rafe hummed against her core making the feeling even more intense.

“Oh god Rafey,” She sighed dreamily, “I missed your mouth. Know just what to do.”

He lives for the praise. It boosted his ego and encouraged him to do better and outdo himself. Hearing her breathy wins and moans muffled by her own hand were making him impossibly hard.

As he sucked and licked her clit he reached around and abruptly slipped a finger into her wet center. Her thighs practically suffocating him as he moved in and out of her touching that perfect spot inside of her. He always made her cum and he always did it fast. Before she met Rafe she had only ever finished with her own hand or vibrator.

“I’m gonna cum!” She whisper shouted.

Rafe moaned, “Cum for me baby.”

It felt like electricity was going through her body as she came. His movements relentless until he knew she was satisfied. He began to slow down as she came down, leaving her with one final lick. He kissed the inside of her thighs softly before crawling up to her again. She pulled him forward needing his lips on hers. She moaned at her taste on his tongue.

“I need to be inside you,” Rafe groaned as he felt one of her hands reach down and palm him through his pants.

“Please fuck me,” She batted her eyelashes at him knowing it always got her what she wanted.

He groaned again before sitting back on his feet so he can unbutton the rest of his shirt. Y/n sat up pulling her dress all the way off. Rafe made quick work of his pants pulling them down his legs.

His member slapped against his stomach, her mouth watering at the sight. Rafe was created with care, everything about him was perfect to her. He grabbed his length pumping it a few times before he rubbed his tip through her folds. Spreading her wetness around, his eyes rolled back at the feeling.

“Oh please please put it in,” She whined, “I need you so bad Rafey.”

“Baby your wish is my command,” He smirked and thrusted into her slowly pushing in inch by inch.

“Yes yes yes yes,” She chanted in pure bliss. Y/n didn’t care how desperate she sounded.

Rafe sighed as he began moving slowly. She was so tight and warm, even better than he remembered. He knew he wasn’t going to last long but he would make sure she came again before he did at all. He hit that spot inside of her that made her eye’s roll back and toes curl.

“Taking me so good my love,” Rafe encouraged as he picked up speed.

He grabbed one of her boobs and brushed his thumb over her hardened nipple. He leaned down and placed the other one in his mouth sucking and licking gently. All of the stimulation had her body feeling like it was on fire. He released it with a pop and went back to capture her lips in his. Y/n’a hands gripped his hair and clawed his back

“I’m gonna cum babe,” She moaned, “Yes right there, oh oh god.”

“Yeah baby cum for me,” He sighed, “Fuck I’m gonna cum too.”

Her eyes rolled back at his words, “Please cum in me, fill me up please please,” she blubbered feeling overwhelmed by the orgasm that was about to take over her body. The sounds of his deck sliding in and out of her wet pussy made him reach the edge. Everything about her was so sexy from the noises she made to the way she looked sprawled out below him.

Her words made him pick up his pace pounding into her. He felt her clench around him knowing she was coming. She moaned and scratched his back as she came. Biting her lip to not let anymore loud noises slip out of her. He came inside of her with a groan. Rafe continued to pump in and out of her slowing down as he came down from his high.

He swore he could cum again just looking at her all fucked out. Her hair all over the place, lipstick smudged and probably all over his face.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths Rafe pulled out gently. A whine leaving her lips at the empty feeling. Rafe got up going to her bathroom to get a towel to clean her up. When he came back he dabbed her center cleaning up.

“I missed you so much Rafe,” Y/n said breaking the silence.

He leaned forward kissing her knee, “I missed you more my love.”

“You think anyone heard?”

He shrugged, “Don’t think so. If they did then oops.”

She laughed, “Don’t say that Rafe, then we will get caught.”

He smirked as he laid next to her again opening his arms as an invitation that she gladly took. Resting her head on his chest and he leg wrapped around his waist. One of his hands stroking her hair and the other rubbing up and down her body slowly feeling all her exposed skin.

“Lets lay a few minutes then get back to hearing my dad talk about business for hours,” Y/n said savoring the feeling of laying with him.

“I love you,” He kissed the crown of her head a few times.

She smiled, “I love you. Sneak over tonight?” She asked looking up at him hopefully.

“Read my mind,” He smirked.

[books-and-omens]

Rather a big thing, by the way, that many of us are probably re-evaluating right now is Crowley consistently not wanting to be called kind or nice. Especially not by Aziraphale.

In S1, that was what triggered the wall slam. ‘Bit of an overreaction, if you ask me’—but in S2 we see more about how strong Crowley’s feelings are on the topic.

In the Job minisode, Crowley vehemently insists that he is a demon. He is so angry at God. When Aziraphale tells him that he is certain Crowley does not want to destroy Job’s children, Crowley takes his glasses off to expose full-demon irises and looks Aziraphale in the eye as requested and says, “I want to”.

Aziraphale is heartbroken over that. His shoulders slump, he exhales shakily, his faith in Crowley has indeed cracked. Look at him:

And then, of course, he figures out the trick, and it turns out that he is exactly right about Crowley. “Well,” he says, and looks vindicated, triumphant, amused.

He was right. He knew Crowley would resist atrocity with everything he has. He knew Crowley would understand it’s an atrocity in a way Gabriel and Michael did not seem to (and neither did those two care). What Aziraphale sees is that, for all of Crowley’s demonic posturing, Crowley came through.

(He remembers the angel that Crowley used to be. So joyful. So happy. So unlike Gabriel and Michael, too: the angel Crowley would never have gone along with killing Job’s children.)

At the end of this minisode, Aziraphale is ready to go to Hell. He thinks he must: he lied, he thwarted the will of God. Crowley, of course, tells him that he is simply an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can.

Aziraphale will process this in some way later, but… he won’t process it in the same way as Crowley. Aziraphale won’t reject the idea of Heavenly goodness—Heaven is supposed to be good, that’s the whole point—but he will take note of how, time and time again, Crowley exemplifies this idea when the actual Heavenly angels do not.

Across history, Aziraphale sees Crowley do things that are good. And then disclaim them, reject them, call them something else. A demon could get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing, Crowley had warned him a long time ago.

Aziraphale will remember this.

Don’t say thank you, Crowley hisses in the Bastille. My lot do not send rude notes.

And the Victorian minisode?

Off my head on laudanum, not responsible for my actions, Crowley tells Aziraphale vehemently after saving Elspeth from suicide. (In Christianity, certainly in the 19th century, suicide condemns a soul; one who died by suicide does not even get a Christian burial. So Crowley has actively diverted a soul from Hell by drinking the laudanum.)

And—look at how indulgently Aziraphale is looking at Crowley as Crowley insists he is not responsible for his actions.

Of course you aren’t, my dear, he seems to think. We both know you did it on purpose, to have a plausible excuse for Hell. But of course we both know that you are in fact responsible for your actions, and that, at great personal risk and cost, you have once again chosen to do good.

So by the end, from Aziraphale’s point of view, Crowley has a much better idea of Good than Heaven itself. And—oh joy!—in the finale, Metatron, the voice of God, finally acknowledges that fact and validates it. Your demon recognized me when nobody else did, Metatron essentially says.

(I just cannot with the ominous dramatic music that plays as Metatron leads Aziraphale out of the shop. Get the FUCK OUT David Arnold, this is so pointed and disturbing. In this season and in the last, the music is narration, it tells us so much without a single word.)

Anyway! Yes! In the finale, Aziraphale is being manipulated, and part of why it works is that he still does not understand Crowley’s motives in insisting he is not nice or good. He has been interpreting Crowley’s insistence solely as protective, which makes a lot of sense from what he has seen. A demon doing good deeds must hide to avoid punishment and pain. Crowley has hid for six thousand years, has gotten used to hiding. Sure, the last four years were different, but even in these years the danger hasn’t gone away, and six thousand years is a long time to set a pattern.

Aziraphale wants to see Crowley happy. He wants to see him—both of them—safe. And here, finally, is an official Metatron-offered way. Heaven is finally admitting and working on its mistakes. Surely Crowley will forgive them? Surely Crowley and Aziraphale can make Heaven better, together? Make into what it should be? (And they would be safe, they would be safe, they would be safe.)

They still haven’t talked. Aziraphale still does not understand Crowley’s choices. In the past, it might have been too dangerous for Aziraphale to know exactly why Crowley Fell, while for Crowley, it might have been too vulnerable a thing to discuss. So they haven’t talked, and Aziraphale does not know the exact questions Crowley had asked, does not know the exact reasons. He assumes.

And his assumptions, oh so well-meant, are going to be catastrophic.

[massiveharmonytiger]

So I was rewatching Saltburn and I had an epiphany!

Farleigh is in love with Oliver.

Like, embarrassingly, stupidly, head over heels.

I mean, I knew he had a thing for Ollie, with the jealously telling Felix about him and Venetia, the Richard III would put in the work line followed by him being completely disarmed when Oliver suggests that he fucks him, and then the actual Oliver seducing him scene, but I only just realized the extent of it and how far back it goes.

First of all, Farleigh notices Oliver before Oliver sees Felix for the first time.

Yes, I got the script because I'm complete Saltburn trash at this point. So when Farleigh is introduced, the script describes him as beautiful and pansexual, walking among a group of alpha hotties. So in the film, he's with two hotties, a guy and a girl. He has his pick. There's no reason for him to point out Oliver or what he's wearing to them, unless he's trying to impress them, but why would Farleigh Start need to impress them? He's already the centre of that group. Sure the script also describes him as an imp with a cruel streak, but after rewatching I feel like that's a blatant misdirection. I mean, he got expelled for sucking off teachers. Nerdy prep is exactly his type.

He says, "Hey cool jacket," to Oliver. If you interpret that line as being delivered by the beautiful and pansexual Farleigh Start, not the impish and cruel Farleigh Start, it's pretty much a come on. I'm mixed race like Farleigh and it kind of reminds me of those back-handed compliments white people give you when they think you're hot or cute 'for a brown person.' It's kind of hilarious to see it subverted like this, but obviously Oliver is less amused. Why would he interpret it as anything other than more bullying? Which it kind of is, so fair enough. But it's the kind of bullying people do when they get a crush they don't know how to handle. A little boy pulling on a girls pigtails. And it's obviously worked for Farleigh before. Why would he need to try any harder than that?

After Farleigh's comment, Oliver sees Felix for the first time. Farleigh is also there, but Oliver's already smitten and doesn't really notice him beyond, "Oh, it's that jerk from earlier and he's next to Felix, where I should be." Then you get a few other bits that wreck me. Oliver ducking from the window when Felix looks up, Oliver trying to sit at Felix (and Farleigh)'s table at the mess hall, but being unable to, Michael causing the disruption, but it doesn't even interrupt Felix and Farleigh's conversation. (Which ties in nicely to my theory of how the original Oliver wouldn't have gotten Felix's attention even if he screamed, he had to mold himself into what Felix wanted just to get noticed, but one theory at a time).

Next up, we have the tutor session that Farleigh is late for. Before Farleigh gets there, Oliver is humiliated and belittled for completing the reading list, which dooms Farleigh even more when he shows up and the tutor starts fawning over him. Oliver doesn't know Farleigh and Felix are cousins yet. He's just the guy that was snide to Oliver when he first got there. The guy at Felix's side that Oliver keeps measuring himself against. So yeah, Oliver is pissed off before Farleigh gets there and that cute little knee touch isn't going to change anything.

Yes, Farleigh, I also count the amount of times my crush uses a word in their essay despite still being hungover from last night's party, just so that I have something to talk to him about… Oh wait, no, that's just you.

The way he looks up at Oliver with those big brown doe eyes when he says, "I counted". The way he keeps looking up to gauge his reaction to all his comments. The way he's looking at him, period.

And Oliver doesn't fall for his cuteness and charm because he's just convinced that the intent behind his words is malicious. Poor Farleigh. He must have been so confused. People usually fold but here's this guy, meeting him blow for blow. He's never had to "put in the work" like this. What the hell.

The tutor sessions with Oliver and Farleigh (where Farleigh is framed lower than Oliver) actually serve as a nice parallel to a lot of the scenes where Oliver and Felix are together (and Oliver is framed lower than Felix). We don't really see that when Farleigh and Felix are together. They're usually at a similar height in those scenes.

Then we have the scene in the bar where Felix calls Oliver over and Farleigh has that panicked, "Oh shit, my crush is here," look on his face before it settles into resignation as he realizes Oliver is, "another one of Felix's toys". Finally the mystery is solved. This is why Oliver didn't fall for his charms at the tutor sessions.

So, Oliver prefers Felix to him, huh. That's just fine. He'll deal with the rejection by giving Oliver a hard time about buying the next round. That should push him away from Felix…oh shit, it brings them closer together. And now he looks like the douchebag.

Then there's this bit where Farleigh is looking at Oliver and Felix (mostly Oliver, the prior shot establishes which side of the room he's on, which happens to be where Farleigh's looking) and his party hat horns mirror the minotaur/how Oliver looked when he confessed his love to Felix later on. Oliver, you need to see how much Farleigh fucking loves you. Look at him, Ollie. Just look at him. (He can't, he's too busy looking at Felix)

Anything to get Oliver to notice him. Anything.

Cut to Oliver's arrival at Saltburn, where Oliver joins the rest of them in the library and Farleigh loudly cuts off Elspeth gossiping about Oliver and his parents because hearing, "We were just talking about you" would be better than hearing whatever was going to come out of Elspeth's mouth next. And I mean, he's already the asshole. This is actually so sweet.

And we all remember this scene. This clearly made his day.

But then we get the encounter with Venetia and Felix and Farleigh both being equally pissed at the breakfast table. And yeah, everything goes downhill from there. It's the reason Oliver seduces him and gets him thrown out for what's literally just another desperate attempt to drive a wedge between Oliver and Felix.

No, Oliver, he's not going to behave. God, yes. Don't stop.

Farleigh was down so bad he literally got honeytrapped and framed. Twice.

Between Felix, Oliver and Farleigh, there are really no winners. They really all got wrecked by love, huh.

[ddejavvu]

Can you do an anakin smut but face riding?

Like, reader tries to stop him because she is insecure of her body being to heavy and he just..does not give fuck.

Also, love your work❤️❤️

this post is 18+, minors dni.

in true anakin fashion, he takes this as an insult.

you push against his cheeks when he tries burying his face against your wet cunt- your soaking cunt, can't you see you need him? and he's almost annoyed when he loosens his biceps around your thighs so that you can scramble backwards to where he's trying to drag you in over him. You're staring down at him with apprehension clear on your face, and there's nothing he wants more than to push past it and ravage you until you can't keep your mouth closed.

but he raises one eyebrow, waiting for your explanation. when you placatingly croon, 'don't, anakin, just lay me down instead. 'might be too heavy, i don' wanna crush you'.

you have to remember that anakin functions almost purely on ego. he's cocky, he's arrogant, he knows he's too powerful for his own good and he loves it. not only is he powerful with the force, but he's also been through years of rigorous training to refine his body, too, and he knows that he could overpower just about anyone even if he wasn't armed with his saber. so when you dare to suggest that he might not be able to support you- when you practically jump him and grind yourself all over his thighs and then deny him your cunt when he knows you need it the most, when you've been pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing and all of a sudden you're pulling away, suggesting that maybe he can't take it-?

he can't have it? he can't have you? he can't have you and he can't have your needy cunt because he's not strong enough?

your very kind and caring concern for him is interpreted as nothing less than a vicious insult.

he turns his head to the side and bites your thigh. he doesn't nip it, like he would to incite some sort of playful brawl, or lick it like he would before indulging in what's between the two of them. No, he opens his mouth, bares his teeth, and bites into your thigh, grabs a hunk of the meat of it with his teeth and digs in until he can hear you scream. it's rough and he doesn't break skin but he does hope that it bruises, because all of a sudden apparently you need a reminder of his strength.

you're staring down at him with tears eyes as you clutch at the bite mark, blubbering, 'anakin, what-?' but he's not taking pity on you.

"The fuck do you mean by that?" He spits, "You think- you think i'm not strong enough? you think i can't handle it?"

"No, Anakin!" You try to reason, but he's well beyond the point of no return, "No, I just mean that-"

"That you'll be too much for me, is that it, baby?" He asks, eyes ablaze.

"No, I just want you to be able to breathe!"

your words fall on deaf ears as he muscles you forward again, ignoring your squeals of protest as he presses his face into your cunt. he doesn't lead with his mouth, but with his chin, so that from nose to chin he's flush to your pussy. you feel his nose nestled just beneath your clit and you feel him breathe you in, a mortifying sensation because you know you must smell like sweat and sex and filth.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't handle," He warns, his voice low and muffled by the heat of your cunt. He glares up at you, and you're starting to wonder if this has turned into some sort of punishment for daring to question him, and then you wonder why that makes it all the more enticing, "You want me, you were rubbing yourself all over me earlier like some pathetic little slut. You need me, and i'm going to take care of you. You think i'm not strong enough to give you what you need? I'll show you. I'll fucking show you-" He pants, inches away from being worked up into a fit of rage. he takes a deep breath, chest still heaving even though he hasn't cut off his airflow quite yet, still tantalizingly close to your cunt, "I'll fucking show everyone. I'm gonna make you scream, angel, and everyone's gonna know how wrong you were."

[stuckinapril]

how do you fall in love with yourself

unlearn the idea that confidence is conceit. i see this belief imposed on women especially, that if they’re very unapologetic about loving themselves it automatically means they’re narcissistic / think they’re better than everybody else. that’s not true at all. you can love yourself while also acknowledging you’re not inherently better than anyone else. you can love yourself while also being kind & supportive to others. it’s okay to be both of these things at once.

let go of the scarcity mindset. women (everyone really, but especially women) get pitted/compared against each other all the time. you see it w female celebrities in the media, but it’s very prevalent in real life as well. this is very much years of societal conditioning & both women & men partake in this behavior. ignore it. rest easy knowing that there can be multiple beautiful women, multiple smart women, multiple funny women in any environment at any given time. there is enough clout to go around; you don’t need to feel like if there’s another pretty/smart girl it means you no longer have the space to also be a pretty/smart girl. instead operate from an abundance mindset: always (alwaysss) be happy for other girls when they succeed, when they’re praised, when they’re loved, whatever. see them not as competition but as inspiration. envy is such a colossal waste of time bc nobody else’s accomplishments have any bearing on your own!!

get to know yourself more. i love the analogy of dating yourself bc it’s true. i went through a rough period of being around my ex 24/7 to the point i didn’t even know myself, and then i spent the post-breakup year hanging around everyone else constantly to numb my thoughts. now i’m spending more time alone than ever & i’m getting to know myself so much. learning about my taste in fashion, music, everything. and i’ve had so much more time to invest in hobbies & skills, which is very instrumental to building healthy self-esteem. ofc there’s a more balanced way to do this, but make sure you’re not running away from yourself!

what do you like outside of everybody’s opinion? don’t interpret this the wrong way—it’s completely fine to be inspired. every single person you know has copied someone else to an extent. but if you find yourself going too far, not trusting yourself to make the simplest decisions, just following trends blindly and nothing else, you’ve left the inspiration territory and started crossing into plagiarism. move from a place of self-direction and really think about what is naturally appealing to you. it doesn’t matter if it’s not popular or nobody else likes it. if you like it & if it makes you happy, that’s all you need.

practice self-love! i had to do this lol but it works wonders. i started intentionally telling myself that i trust my own taste, that i trust my own choices, that if i think something’s cool it’s good enough, talking to myself kindly etc etc. eventually all this stuff will become natural to you & you won’t find yourself having to expend so much energy into simply loving you for you. don’t give up even if it’s hard to believe at times.

don’t give a fuck. seriously. just don’t give a single flying fuck what someone else has to say. there will always be That One Person who tries to tear you down, belittles you, gaslights you etc etc and if you know in your heart you’re not doing anything wrong, just ignore and keep it pushing. you can’t be everyone’s favorite person (nor should you want to be). think of your favorite celebrity. anyone ever. they probably all got subjected to hate. now think of how they’re successful still & how it didn’t take anything away from them. there you go <3

if literally everyone on this planet starts hating you, loving yourself is still the antidote. to clarify, how others perceive us does hold weight. but if legit every single person i know started hating me, and i still loved myself, i’d probably still live a full life bc my perception is all that really matters in the end. i don’t need anyone else to be my #1 fan—i can do that myself just fine. it technically is actually your world & everyone else is just living in it. so enjoy that! stop giving a hard time to the one person who will always be w you through thick and thin (yourself). eat good food & watch good shows & read good books & just have fun. i love u

[qqueenofhades]

what's been particularly vile to me is this group of white online leftists who insist that anyone who cares about more than this one issue for the election is a bad person, like, as if us black and brown people are making up reasons to be afraid and not.....believing the gop when they say they are coming for us. believing trump who has said previously that he does not bluff, that he will do the things he's said he will do (i hate what social media has gone to the word gaslighting but it feels like gaslighting. we lived through four years of trump. we saw the damage. stop treating us like we're being dramatic). it must be great to not have to worry about that i guess? "life won't change under trump" is such a telling admission because maybe theirs won't but mine will. and so many others' will.

and it is often again these (white) online leftists that love to call anyone who disagrees with them a white liberal (derogatory) because they know it would be racist (bad) to be this shitty and condescending to poc but they don't want to actually listen to anything black and brown voters are saying. it's easier to just call us white liberals and throw our opinions out, to ignore the work of black people for decades to gain the right to vote, to disregard the weight of telling them to not do that. it's genuinely appalling. they care so much about racism until it's time to engage with poc who have different opinions than their online echo chambers, then we're just stupid liberals with terrible opinions like..... wanting to live. not wanting four more years of trump. so sorry for that.

sorry for this vent in your inbox, i'm just so fucking tired of white people trying to rewrite history as if trump wasn't that bad. he was for my family and countless others and i am terrified for what's to come if he wins.

The thing about (the often-white) Online Leftists is that they have become just as much as a radicalized death cult as the diehard Trumpists. If you don't want to die for The Revolution and/or sacrifice your life, friends, family, the rest of the country, etc., then you're Insufficiently Pure and must be Purged. (Which I think is just complete BS, as none of them could actually handle sacrificing anything, but it's increasingly the only kind of performative rhetoric that is acceptable in leftist-identified discourse spaces.) This is functionally identical to "if you aren't willing to lay down your life for our Lord and Savior Donald Trump and the Great White Christian Nationalist Dictatorship, you're a liberal cuck," but with the names and justification changed. It doesn't change the underlying radicalization, nihilism, and insanity of the premise.

Another thing the Trumpists and the Online Leftists have in common is that they are busily rewriting just how bad Trump was in order to serve their Ideology. Ever since January 6, 2021, the Republicans have thrown everything they have at revising and whitewashing any suggestion that it was an "insurrection," and the Online Leftists have done the same, in an attempt to "prove" their insane point that Trump "would be better" than Biden. This is embodied in the recent ultimate-brainworm-nonsense maximalist-online take that "Biden has to lose so the rest of the world will see that the US rejects genocide!!!" That's right, the message that the rest of the world would take from Biden losing to Trump is that the US rejects genocide. Never mind if Trump literally wants to commit all the genocide possible and to install himself as a fascist theocratic dictator. In the deeply twisted minds of the Online Leftists, this is the only possible interpretation of Biden's loss, so they'll push for it as hard as they can! The Trumpists and the Online Leftists, at this point, are working pretty much in concert to damage Biden for similar insane reasons and get Trump elected. Etc etc., one Nazi and ten people at the same table is eleven Nazis.

Like. Sure. Four years ago, when Trump was president and people were dying by the thousands because he didn't want to wear a mask because it smeared his bronzer, just to name literally one of the terrible things he did every single day (and not even mentioning how much worse a second term would be) we were absolutely better off. Super-duper great. (Sarcasm.) Either that or "there is suffering and evil in the world and the only solution is to drastically increase the suffering and evil for everyone and to destroy what progress we have managed to make because It Does Not Fix Everything Now" is an absolute moral imperative, and either way, yeah. I'm calling bullshit.

[springwitch26]

hots for teacher (part 2) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 1

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later? (part 2: what happens)

warnings: smut, intensely NSFW, praise kink, age gap, squirting, d/s vibes, inexperienced!reader, minors and men please don't touch this post

notes: ask and you shall receive, beauties! thank you for all the love on part 1, it's kinda surreal to be writing my own fics but also super liberating. any feedback is welcome. idk when i'll write again but i may or may not have another little nsfw draft with a more... punishing... interpretation of mel so we'll see! also, feel free to send me asks because i'm lonely. this one goes out to whoever said melissa schemmenti loves sluts, 'cause yeah she does.

the car ride back to melissa's place felt like it would never end. you crossed your legs when you first got into the passenger seat--partly out of habit and partly to get some friction on your aching core--and were quickly reprimanded.

"tsk tsk, baby. guess i'll have to teach you manners, too. keep those pretty thighs apart for me, all the way home. you're gonna wait patiently until i get my hands on you," melissa scolded.

you whined incoherently, and she responded with a dangerous laugh. the trip was short but unbearable. she had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other drew lazy patterns on your inner thigh. you squirmed and writhed, even moaned quietly, but she remained nonchalant.

at one point, when her fingers drew oh-so close to where you needed them most, your thighs snapped shut of their own accord.

"c'mon, legs open," was all she said in response. she tried to act casual, but you could tell from her excited half-smile that she was enjoying this game more than she let on.

as soon as you got in the door, she was on you. you barely had the focus to take in your surroundings as she lavished you with kisses, working her way across your lips and face before burying herself in your neck. her house was cozy and tastefully decorated with gentle lighting. in the soft glow, her slightly disheveled hair and lustful eyes were a sight you'd never forget.

"is there anyone--oh!" you squealed as her fingers began to trace circles on your nipples through your dress. "is there anyone else here?"

"sensitive, huh?" she teased, smirking down at you. "and no, it's just me tonight."

before you had time to consider what that last word implied, she picked you up and effortlessly whisked you to her bedroom. you were dazzled by the sight of her private space--it was simple yet beautiful, adorned with shades of green and twinkling lights. you didn't expect this level of whimsy from her, and it somehow made her even sexier.

she laid you on the bed carefully, reverently. "god, look at you." she whispered, sending shivers down your spine as she positioned herself on top of you and returned to your lips.

by now you were painfully needy from all her teasing, and you just needed her to fuck you senseless. you tried to convey that with your impatient noises, but it seemed the older woman had other plans. she pulled away from your lips to take in your flushed, desperate face.

"soon, sweetheart, soon. i know you're so worked up, but i plan to make this last."

you hummed in acknowledgment, turning your attention to the buttons of her shirt. you thought maybe if you got her a bit more riled up, she would be less inclined to take her time.

melissa groaned, feeling your delicate fingers ghost over her chest, but shook her head in disapproval. she removed your hands from her shirt, grabbing your wrists with surprising force. "i'm not taking my clothes off yet. i'm in charge, and you need to learn patience."

you gave her your best pout, but you knew she wouldn't budge. this was about power, not patience. she wanted to be clothed, composed and in control while you lay naked and vulnerable underneath her.

she started to pull at the fabric of your dress. you lifted your hips, and in one fluid motion, she slipped it over your head and off of you. it was an expert move, and you shivered at the idea that she had done this many times before.

when she saw your body, she paused for a moment, her mouth slightly open and her pupils dilated. "no bra?" she asked under her breath, not looking for an answer. "you're so soft in my hands..." she mused as her hands massaged your breasts. her fingers moved to pinch and rub over your nipples.

you moaned, bucking your hips upward and seeking more contact. she took the hint and directed her attention to your core.

"nice panties, by the way," she said with a cocky laugh, tugging playfully at the soaked pink lace. "who knew little miss gothic had a colorful side?"

"please, mel, no more teasing, i need you so bad," was all you could manage.

"okay, baby, let's get these off ya." she hooked her fingers through your panties and you lifted your hips, allowing her to drag them off. she folded them neatly and tucked them into her front pocket. something cutesy to remind her of you, wet and pliant under her touch.

"mmm, such a messy girl. you must feel so embarrassed, all spread out and naked for me while i'm fully clothed, playin' with you."

you could only whimper and whine, helplessly turned on by her words but pinned to the bed and unable to move. she cooed at you and took pity, moving down your body to get closer to your core.

she placed her hands once again on the insides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart and revealing your glistening pussy. her breath stuttered upon seeing the wetness covering your core and thighs.

"jesus, hon, you're dripping. you're just aching for me, aren't ya? need me to make you feel good?"

"yes!" you finally exclaimed, regaining your voice. "yes, please, melissa, please touch me, i need you," you begged.

"well, since you asked so nicely..." she gave you a smirk and trailed a finger between your puffy lips, gathering the wetness there.

by this point you were writhing all over the bed, so she had to pin your legs down with her knees. neither of you minded, though. you enjoyed feeling completely at her mercy, and she enjoyed watching you squirm under her.

finally, after an eternity of torture, she gave in, slipping a finger into you with ease and rubbing gentle circles over your clit.

"so tight, fuck," she muttered to herself as she began to move inside you, transfixed by the feeling of you around her.

"feels so good, ohhh..." you mewled as her finger quickly found a rhythm, pumping forcefully and curling at your most sensitive spots.

"you're taking me so well, baby, my brave girl," she soothed, relishing in her ability to draw such pathetic sounds from you. "can you handle one more?"

you nodded frantically, almost too lost in the haze of pleasure to hear her.

she grinned and pushed another finger inside you, making you cry out. you were relatively inexperienced, so the stretch was a bit painful at first, but you were soon overcome by the bliss of feeling so full.

"that's new, huh? poor baby, can barely take two fingers," her thrusts got rougher, as if she was trying to break you. "don't whine now, you wanted this."

you were overwhelmed with pleasure and the slight pain of the intrusion. her fingers were long, nimble and skilled, and she seemed to know all the right spots and rhythms to make you see stars. her fingers stroked your clit with more pressure now, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. it was almost too much. you wanted to scream, but you could only produce pathetic little whimpers of "ah, ah, ah!"

she was clearly aware of what she was doing, and she revelled in your pleasure. she would ease up, return to a gentler pace, and then thrust hard into your g-spot just to hear your cries and gasps. she longed to see you lose control.

"that's a good girl, keep takin' my fingers just like that. you're close, aren't you baby? let's see how long you can last against me," she said, her voice deep and her smile mischievous. there was a competitive edge to her words, like making you fall apart was some kind of victory to her.

suddenly she pulled away completely, and you nearly sobbed. your hips bucked up into nothing. your helpless whimpers were music to the older woman's ears, and she snickered to herself as she moved down your body.

for a moment, there was silence. you stared at her, silently pleading for her touch. she cocked her head at you and raised an eyebrow, silently asking you: are you ready? you nodded intently. you weren't sure what she was going to do to you, but you sure as hell wanted to find out.

before you even had the chance to brace yourself, she was thrusting two fingers roughly inside you again, rubbing hard at that spongy spot. for the final blow, melissa leaned down and attached her lips to your clit, sucking harshly.

"not yet, sweetheart. stay with me," she said, grinning from ear to ear as she felt your walls flutter and clench around her.

with her free hand, she reached up and pressed softly on your lower abdomen. between that, the punishing thrusts, and the hot pressure on your clit, you couldn't take it anymore. the sensations overwhelmed you. the world went blank, and all you could feel was warmth. you swam through oceans of white-hot ecstasy, riding wave after wave of pleasure. and melissa was right there, coaxing you through heaven's gates.

melissa's thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your outer thighs, bringing you back down to earth. "come back to me," she whispered sweetly. you opened your eyes.

"there she is," she said, her eyes sparkling with relief.

she gave you a giddy smile and you noticed the wetness all over her face... and fingers... and sheets. you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

melissa must have picked up on this, as she took hold of your hand and reassured you. "don't be embarrassed, angel. that was probably the hottest thing i've ever seen." she laid down next to you as she spoke.

you hummed and buried your face in the crook of her neck. she was warm and smelled like cinnamon.

"did you know you could do that, hon?" she asked.

"yeah," you giggled, still dazed. "but i didn't know you could do that."

"i'm fulla surprises, kid," she laughed, stroking your hair. "let me run us a bath, and then we'll see what kind of surprises you've got in you."

she carried you bridal-style to the bathtub, and you relaxed into the bliss. feeling the warmth of her arms around your frame. drowning in her.

[thecutepoison]

Guys, I'm kinda freaking out... we learned last episode that in the abscence of the previously estipulated successors, the position of principal of aguefort would fall upon the student's council president, right?

I'm going to state the obvious for a second. It's a given that Kipperlily is trying to win the election for more reasons than a personal achievement. She was 100% aware of the gap in the rules, which would mean Aguerfort's joke would be interpreted as the only manifestation of his will. This is the girl who said she's busy studying the student government and takes active joy in finding loopholes in the rules (like acing the year bc the rogue teacher found her).

But what is her angle here? It's a powerful position for sure, but the Rat Grinder's must be after something specific. So I started asking myself what specifically would help them in the plan of raising this Forgotten God from the dead. Aguefort's office must have dangerous items aplenty given the incident with the crown and his general personality. Do they want access to that?

Then it dawned on me.

Lydia Barkrock's body is under the fucking school.

For those who don't remember, in sophomore year it was revealed that Arthur Aguefort cloned Lydia while she was sleeping and placed her soul into a new body, hiding her original one in the depths beneath the school. Crazy ass move bc he did that without warning her, but that's what prevented Kalina from permanently killing Lydia in season 2 - upon the clone's death, she gained consciousness in her original body.

It's only fair to assume that Aguefort made this precaution again after sophomore year for the same reason: Lydia's death would entail Bakur's escape. And if Kipperlily is elected and becomes the principal... it's very likely she would have access to Lydia's original body since it's on school ground. Her vulnerable, unconscious body, the only thing preventing the fiend from escaping.

That's really bad, guys. Bakur knows how to do the divine ressurection ritual, he only failed because he picked the wrong place. But the Rat Grinders do know a place that would work!! Kipperlily specifically asked Jawbone about Yes! and he did tell her that this god was created by Kristen when she died in Prom and went to corn heaven. So, a god was born in corn heaven - that's why the Rat Grinders personally requested Buddy Dawn, a cleric of Helio. Maybe by using him, they can pass through the pearly gates to perform the ritual. After all, Arthur Aguefort did the same thing using Kristen.

Basically, if Lydia dies, all pieces fall in place for them. Together with Bakur, they have all the info necessary to pull this God from the Astral Plane back to existence. They would just have to kill her unconscious body and slay the clone holding her soul. What they lack right now is the access, which solved by gaining the position of principal.

PS: Also, there's a rat society under the school?? Perhaps it's close to where Lydia's body is localized?? Idk Brennan is insane

[weebsinstash]

hi! I cannot understand Val’s personality at all, and you’re my favorite writer for him, so I was wondering if you could tell me how he’d react in a situation where his darling is being harassed at a bar he’s not at? Like darling obviously has a tracker on their phone and they know it, but they also can’t leave the bar because that risks them getting kidnapped

maybe Val has already started calling them and leaving voicemails because they no showed, so you know that if you don’t call him and have an immediate reason for not responding you’ll probably be in for a very painful night, so you tell whoever is harassing you that you need to go into the bathroom, and it’s very obvious that they followed you but aren’t in the bathroom, so you just take out your phone and finally answer one of Val’s calls, and you make it obvious your crying, but you also hold the phone away from you so it doesn’t seem like you want Val to know your crying.

after that I’m kinda stuck on how he’d react, but if you’d rather not add to this it’s fine, this was part me wanting a response and part me wanting to tell someone my ideas

If it makes you feel better I also find Val's personality to be levels of inconsistent however I kinda interpret it being inconsistent because he's um an extremely emotional person and also an alcoholic addict and he's constantly pinballing between "oooo this will make me money" to "oh you've pissed me off PERSONALLY therefore I will rain fire upon you", like we have several instances of Valentino potentially sabotaging his business for kicks and Vox has had to reign him back in, and he still gives Angel actual fucking black eyes even when there's still filming, he doesn't even care about not leaving marks since everything will heal eventually

I feeeeeeeel like... it really depends on how his darling grovels to him and explains what is happening. You ditched him, you're out at a bar, you were ignoring his calls, and now you're telling him you're with another man. An abusive man would usually automatically assume "oh you're in a bar? Fucking slut trying to find other men, this is what you fucking get" but since we're having, you know. The Yandere Talk, I feeeeeel like.... it goes one of a few ways

One is he's absolutely pissed in general, at you, at the guy, just misfiring rage and snapping. You're bawling ti try and explain your situation and he snaps he can barely understand you because he can't regulate his anger and, it isn't INHERENTLY being mad at you, he's mad he can't understand you, but he's horrible at communicating that, so he shows up to rescue you and (unintentionally) has you trembling in fear of him because he's speaking to you like "where the fuck are you hurt?! Show me? Ugh, this bruise is huge, it's so fucking ugly, UGH-" and he's like not blaming you but is being so terrifying about it that, you're pretty convinced you'll be hit by him at any moment and maybe it would be you FLINCHING HARD at a sudden movement of his for him to, finally take a second to begrudgingly take a few deep breaths and his tone finally softens and he can stop freaking you out even more than you already are

Option 2 I see is that you answer the phone when he's in the 'love' of the love and the hate he switches between, so you catch him in the middle of one of his "baby you know I care so much about you, it just makes me a little wild when you leave me waiting" sort of voicemails. You finally pick up and you get this slightly catty "ohhhhh, look who it is,you remembered how to answer your phone! I missed you" and the second he can tell you're crying, you're just like, hearing all this stuff in the background and he sounds like he's been drinking but when is he ever NOT drinking "awwww, baby no, that's terrible! *heels clicking wayyy to fast for him to not be literally power walking his stiletto ass somewhere* I'm sure Daddy will be able to get everything sorted out *car door slams* and I'll show this lowlife fucking freak exactly what he deserves *moves the phone away from his mouth to HOLLER at his driver to 'get a fucking move on or I'll fucking kill you'* so don't you worry, ok baby? ❤️ make sure you stay on the phone with me, mhm? *click click click of him loading bullets into a magazine* so what's this motherfucker look like, he's uglier than me, right--"

And then I guess another unique outcome would be uh. You pick up the phone and he's just instantly shouting screaming fuming at you so much that he's like screaming for a few solid minutes before he's finally like "are you even gonna say anything you dumb whore?!" and that's when he finally hears your voice but it's not even your voice, it's your breathing, like you can barely even get any air out, like you're having a panic attack, you can barely even raise the volume of your voice above a whisper and your voice just keeps cracking and shaking, "v val" and like, the very first SYLLABLE out of your mouth he knows something is BIG WRONG because you sound TERRIFIED and you can barely even speak, "some-someone's outside the bathroom.... he says he'll hurt me... I don't know what to do....!" and like that's it. It takes Val from 100 to 0 real fast. He goes from "if you're not on your way home in five fucking minutes-" to "what did you just say" and he's completely quiet as you're like struggling to speak, "i-i'm in-in a stall, but he's... OUTSIDE.... WAITING..." and you just sob with a hand over your mouth but he can still hear it and he's already on his way

Do you think Val knows how to fight and I mean like BRAWL. Valentino's still on the phone with you and he can barely even hear you and he suddenly hears the man's voice, he's come INTO the bathroom now, he's OUTSIDE your stall, antagonizing you, scaring you, grabbing the top of the door and shaking it like it's nothing. You're SCREAMING because you're in A FUCKING STALL and he could either rip the hinges off or just like COME UNDER OR OVER and then you're done for so you're like TERRIFIED WAILING I mean shrieking like a murder victim because oh god oh god oh god you're gonna double die--- and you just hear the door to the bathroom get kicked open and the guy is just like RIPPED away from your stall and CHAOS follows. You hear all these thudding, smashing, crashing, breaking sounds and when you finally hear nothing but Val's voice telling you to come out he's just standing there covered in blood and the dude is on the floor with his face an unrecognizable SLUDGE because Val grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the edge of the sink until it was knocking teeth out of his mouth. Valentino is over here, reaching for you looking like that scene from The Witch of Mercury

Except unlike in Mercury you're like, only temporarily in stunned silence before you're like, RUSHING to be held by him because you're just scared and bawling and he SAVED YOU and you're so happy you didnt get hurt. Like the duality of him touching you to comfort you but probably getting blood on you maybe even ALL OVER YOU because he's just touching you that much and you're clinging to him that much

I feel like there are times where Val may intentionally NOT save you to use it as some sort of punishment/lesson to manipulate you with later but I feel like the ways in which he would knowingly allow his darling to be hurt are nuanced and contextual. He'd pay a guy to mug you and rough you up to teach you a lesson about leaving the studio on your own, or set up a fake kidnapping, but you come back into the studio ACTUALLY hurt? Stabbed, limping, whatever? He's furious. No one gets to hurt you. Everyone in this entire fucking circle of Hell should know who you belong to by this point and if they're hurting you, they're disrespecting HIM

..... and also you're his cute widdle baby and he doesn't want his boo getting hurt, at least not in a non fun non sexy way 🥺❤️ see sweetie, this is exactly why you should listen to him at all times and never argue with him on anything ❤️

[daizymax]

good to me | lmh (m)

summary: maybe agreeing to play a drinking game with friends while harboring a secret isn’t the best idea, but minho is tired of keeping the shift in your relationship a secret, anyway.

pairing: lee know x fem reader

genre: smut

word count: 7.2k

rating: mature (18+)

warnings & features: profanity; established “friends with benefits” relationship; alcohol consumption during a drinking game; graphic sexual content; public sex; oral (m and f receiving); cum eating; dirty talk; breast play & nipple play; penetrative sex; creampie

author’s note: minho is a menace. hope you enjoy!

( click here to read on AO3 instead )

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“Ow, fuck!”

The backseat of your car is too cramped, but that’s nothing new. And neither is Minho telling you so.

He chuckles your name as you finally perch yourself on his lap. “Let’s just go back to my place,” he suggests. “There’s plenty of room in my bed.”

“Hyunjin is there,” you whisper plainly, as though that settles the matter.

Minho squeezes your hips and shrugs. “So? I don’t want to keep sneaking around like this anyway.”

“Well, I do.” There is a distinct note of finality in your tone, but you know this is far from the last of the conversation.

You and Minho have been fucking for weeks and friends for years, but you’re not quite ready to make the former fact common knowledge amongst the rest of your friend group just yet. Some will be shocked, some will be annoyingly smug, and none of them will be quiet about it. The novelty of the situation would probably only last a few days before things settled down again, but you’re just not prepared to deal with all the attention yet. Best to keep things quiet for now.

That still doesn’t change how you feel about Minho, though. You adore him, and right now, you feel like you’ll burst if you wait any longer to touch him.

Without further worries, you reach down to open his pants and pull his cock out. He’s hard, but he’s not dripping yet, and you’re more than ready to work on that. Sliding to the side to kneel next to him on your backseat, you bend down and wrap your lips around his tip.

Minho sighs in instant pleasure and rests an arm across your upper back, relaxed and content as can be, but also very appreciative, if you’re interpreting the tickling of his fingers on your shoulder correctly.

“You’re so good to me,” he says, and there’s a hint of reverence in his soft-spoken voice.

You can’t exactly look up and smile at him while you’re face down in his lap with a mouth full of cock, but you suction your lips tighter around his cockhead to give him a couple strong sucks and further prove his point. He gasps and then groans when you let him go just as quickly as you engulfed him with one last loud suck.

Tilting your head to the side, you lick a bit of excess spit from the corner of your mouth, then lick your way down his warm length; it leaps against your tongue, and you can’t help but giggle at how responsive he is to your touch. He squeezes your shoulder when you gulp half his dick back into your mouth in one swoop, and you hear his head fall against the seat when you work up a quick pace with your mouth and tongue focused around those few inches. You twist your hand around his base and tilt your head the other way to dig his swollen tip into the inside of your cheek just to enjoy the way it feels.

“Jesus,” Minho breathes when you pull off again. His cock is glistening even in the dim lighting at the edge of this empty parking lot.

Jerking him slowly, you ask, “Want to come like this?”

“What, in your mouth? Always.” He takes your chin in his fingers and gets you to look at him before you can put your mouth back to work on him. “Hey, I want you to come, too, though. I know you like sucking my cock, but I doubt you can come from it.”

You grin and roll your eyes. “No, but I’m not worried about me tonight. Just want to make you feel good.”

He pouts. “Well that’s hardly fair.”

“It’s okay,” you promise. “There’s always next time, when we’re not cramped in my car.”

“And whose idea was that?” he mentions.

“Do you want to come or not?”

Minho pulls you in for a kiss, chaste at first, then deepening to roll his tongue against yours. When he finally pulls away for air, his voice has a new rasp to it: “Do whatever you want with me.”

Fuck. When he talks like that, it makes you want to edge him until he prays your name and begs to come. Either that or climb in his lap and bounce on his cock until the windows are foggy and he can’t take the overstimulation anymore. But you don’t have the energy for all that right now, and you know you can make him see stars without using your pussy, so you get back to it.

To your delight, his cock is still rock hard when you run your tongue along it again. The flared head leaks a dribble of precum that you’re happy to lap up just before you swallow as much of his length as you can comfortably fit in your mouth.

“God, fuck,” Minho grunts when he hits the back of your throat. “Your mouth is too good, baby, I’m not gonna last.”

The pace you build up now is not meant to tease him anymore, but finish him. His panting and soft moaning tells you it won’t take long, just as he warned.

With his head fallen against the seat again, he rests a hand on the back of your head and tightens his fingers against your scalp just enough to let you know how much he’s enjoying himself.

He licks his lips and swallows hard. “Shit, Y/N. Just like that. Fuck!”

You swirl your tongue as best you can in between your rapid bobbing. The tip of him is hitting the back of your throat often because you’re quickly becoming addicted to the sensation and you can’t seem to stuff your mouth full enough.

When you get greedy enough to try to swallow him further down your throat, you gag, and Minho flinches at the sound.

“Easy, baby, easy,” he pants, but you’re too engrossed in his pleasure.

After a deep breath, you’re more prepared for the next time he breaches your throat, but Minho isn’t. He’s not prepared for how fucking good it feels when your throat flexes around his cockhead as you swallow around it, or how quickly his orgasm rushes through him after that.

“Holy shit, Y/N, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, gonna come so f-fucking hard- shit-shit-shit-hnnngh!”

He grunts loudly as the first shot of cum bursts from his slit and straight into your throat. You retract him back to the tip of your tongue so he can flood your mouth and you can swallow his cum in your own time instead.

Minho trembles through the force of his orgasm as he ejaculates shot after shot onto your waiting tongue, coating its surface entirely white. A little bit oozes over the corners of your lips, but you don’t dare move yet; not until he’s pumped out every last drop.

After you give him a few last strokes to get the last bit of cum out, you scramble up to look at his face. He looks even more gorgeous than usual when he’s all fucked-out, sweat dotting his forehead and hairline. He’s still panting when he gets a look at the gooey load on display in your open mouth.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, reaching out to get the bits dripping out of the side of your mouth with his thumb. Instead of popping it into your mouth with the rest of his orgasm like you suspect he would, he quickly licks it off his thumb himself, and you ignore the way your pussy clenches at the erotic scene.

It takes a couple swallows, but you get the rest of his cum down and giggle as you reopen your mouth to show him it’s all gone.

“You’re fucking amazing, Y/N,” Minho marvels, pulling you in for another passionate kiss. “So fucking hot.” He tilts your head so he can kiss your forehead next. “So fucking good to me.”

---

Thumping music can be heard through the front door. Minho leans forward to knock on it, his other hand on the small of your back. You give him a look that says to behave - you two aren’t dating, and your friends still don’t know that you’ve been hooking up.

Your best friend winks and lets you go just before the door swings open.

“Hey guys, come on in!” greets Chan, shouting over all the noise inside. He gives you a one-armed hug and claps Minho’s hand as you each pass him, then goes to grab some drinks for you both. You love when Chan hosts parties - he’s by far the most gracious host in your friend group, plus he’s the only one with a house rather than an apartment.

Looking around, you realize you don’t know a lot of the people here tonight, but as you and Minho mosey into the living room, you eventually find a couple familiar men talking and laughing together.

“Oh my god, there you guys are!” Felix shouts the moment he spots you two. He slings an arm over each of you before kissing you each on the cheek, obviously quite tipsy already.

Changbin gives you and Minho the same hug and hand-clap that Chan did and explains, “Lix has had a hard week, so we’re in for a lot of drinking tonight.”

“Aw.” You sidle closer to the freckled man and nudge his arm. “I’m sorry, Felix. What happened?”

Felix grunts. “Just work shit. I don’t even want to talk about it right now, honestly.” He cranes his neck to look toward the kitchen, and when he spots what - or who - he’s looking for, his face falls. “Oh, what the fuck. I thought Chan was bringing back shots, not beers.”

The rest of you look to see that Chan is indeed carrying a whole tray of beers your way - five in total.

“What’s all this about?” you ask him when he arrives with the drinks plus accompanying bottle opener.

Chan sets the tray on his coffee table and says, “Hyunjin’s idea. He said he wanted to play a drinking game as soon as you and Min got here.”

You count the bottles again to make sure you got the number correct, but Minho beats you to the punch.

“What, you’re not joining us?” Minho says.

Chan shakes his head, already walking away to disappear into the crowd. “Nah, maybe later.”

The volume of the music decreases by a small margin a second later, and you figure that was Chan’s doing, too.

“Well, where’s-?” Changbin starts to ask, but Hyunjin makes his grand entrance by suddenly vaulting over the back of Chan’s couch and landing right in the center. Felix chuckles at the smooth move, but Changbin rolls his eyes.

“Took you two long enough,” Hyunjin comments with pointed stares at you and Minho. “We’re not keeping you guys from something more important, are we?”

Fuck. He knows you’re fucking Minho. He has to know. Why else would that twinkle be in his eye?

But even if he does know, you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of caving and confessing right now. You’ll do it later, on your own terms, when you’re ready.

So for now, you roll your eyes and scoff, “Says the guy who was almost two hours late for Felix’s promotion dinner.”

Felix sits beside Hyunjin and starts to say something but is promptly interrupted.

“Right, so anyway!” Hyunjin continues loudly. “Do you guys want to play I’ve Never or Truth or Dare?”

From your peripheral vision, you can tell Minho just glanced at you, but you refuse to give him the same nervous look. It’s not hard to tell where this is going. The first chance Hyunjin gets, he’s going to try to get one of you to spill the tea about where Minho has been sneaking off to on random week nights lately.

“You mean Never Have I Ever?” Changbin asks.

Hyunjin throws his hands up. “Yeah, that, whatever. ‘I’ve Never’ is easier to say.”

“Let’s do I’ve Never,” Felix chooses, tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable on the couch. “We just drink if we’ve done the thing the person says they haven’t, right?”

Hyunjin nods.

Well, you don’t want to step out and ruin the fun, especially if this is something that might make Felix feel better tonight, so you settle yourself cross-legged on the floor. Changbin sits beside you, and Minho takes the spot on Hyunjin’s other side, across the coffee table from you.

The five of you grab your bottles and pass the bottle opener around the circle. When you’re all ready, it surprises you that Hyunjin doesn’t demand to go first - he asks Felix to go.

“Alright,” Felix starts. “Um, I’ve never spent more than a hundred dollars on a shirt.” Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate to take a swig, to which Felix rolls his eyes and mutters, “Of course you have.”

Hyunjin goes next, thinking for a moment before saying, “I’ve never accidentally sexted the wrong person.”

Not what you expected him to say, but that’s another round of not drinking for you. Felix and Changbin both take a drink, however, and they laugh about how awkward their experiences were. When Hyunjin’s nosy nature compels him to ask who they accidentally sexted, they both answer with a very immature but impressively synchronized, “Your mom,” which throws them into a bigger fit of laughter. Hyunjin rolls his eyes and nudges Minho.

“Uh, let’s see…” Minho thinks. Inevitably, his eyes land on you. “I’ve never lied to impress someone,” he says.

You purse your lips to keep from smiling at him, but it’s good information to know.

While you’re trying to avoid meeting Minho’s eyes for too long, you almost miss Hyunjin teasing Changbin for taking another drink.

“What did you lie about, how much you can bench press?”

Changbin puts his fist over his mouth and coughs, and you’re the only one who can make out the words “my car”.

“What’d he say?” Hyunjin asks you, but you just shake your head and giggle.

“My turn, then?” you ask, and the group nods. “Okay. Umm… I’ve never used a cheesy pickup line on someone.”

Changbin scoffs, “I think we’d have to make Jisung chug a six pack for that one,” and you laugh along with everyone else at the expense of your absent friend.

Wherever he is tonight, Jisung is missing out on his favorite pastime: drinking games with friends and the opportunity to flirt with everyone in the room. He and Hyunjin together make quite the obnoxious pair, though, so it’s kind of a relief that Jisung isn’t here tonight, if you’re being honest.

“Okay, you’re next, Changbin,” Hyunjin directs.

It takes him a little while, but eventually Changbin says, “I’ve never slept with any of my friends.”

What. The fuck.

Felix’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, your heart leaps into your throat, and Hyunjin practically vibrates in his seat.

“No, what kind of turn is that?” Felix complains. “I thought the point of the game was to try to make people drink, not give them free passes. We’re back to me already and Y/N hasn’t drank once! Neither has Min!”

It’s Changbin’s turn to throw his hands up. “Well I don’t fucking know! It just came to mind first. Besides, I already know you're getting cut off early tonight, so you’re welcome for the free pass.”

He starts to tell Felix to go on ahead with his turn already, but Minho brings his bottle up and gulps back a long swig.

You raise an eyebrow at him, then your own beer bottle, as if to say, Cheers, baby, we’ve been busted. So much for that conversation you were planning to have with him. So much for breaking the news to everyone on your own terms.

The circle is quiet for a second, then two…

…then Felix’s jaw falls wide open, Changbin starts choking on nothing, and Hyunjin jumps up to shriek, “I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

“Hwang Hyunjin, sit the fuck down!” Chan’s voice booms from somewhere in the distance. Even the most gracious of hosts has their limits, and Hyunjin evidently just crossed the line by jumping on the couch.

At the same time, Felix looks like his brain is short-circuiting as he points back and forth between you and Minho. “Did you two hook up? With each other? When?”

Minho hasn’t stopped looking at your face since he took that damning sip, but he looks down at the floor now, and you take it as a sign that he’s putting the rest in your hands, leaving it up to you if you want to elaborate or not.

“Yeah,” you begin, looking to Felix. “Almost two months ago, I think? And… as recently as Thursday.”

Hyunjin giggles maniacally and Changbin scoots over to kick his shin.

“Thursday, like, two days ago Thursday?” Felix presses.

Minho looks back up at you with a neutral expression and takes another sip of his beer because why not, it’s clear the game is over.

Looking straight back at him, you answer Felix, “Yeah, like two days ago.”

Changbin raises his eyebrows as if impressed, and Felix falls victim to Hyunjin’s sudden need to squeeze something to cope with his feelings over the news. He rocks Felix back and forth and laughs as though this were the greatest thing that could happen tonight.

“I knew it,” Hyunjin repeats, turning to trap Minho in his embrace next. “I knew that sounded like Y/N in your room last week, man.”

You and Minho speak up at the same time:

“Well that’s mortifying.”

“Wait, you were home?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t hear any sexy fun-time noises,” Hyunjin placates, hand over his heart. “I came home, heard you both talking in Minho’s room, then I hid in my room before you went to leave, Y/N.”

Changbin cuts in, “Wait, if you only heard them talking, then what made you think they were hooking up?”

“Easy. I found a used condom in the bathroom trash the next morning,” Hyunjin explains, simple as that.

Minho groans in pure annoyance because you’ve asked him a thousand times by now why he doesn’t have one measly little trash can in his room, and you can only giggle because this whole time you thought you were both successful in being secretive, only for Hyunjin to crack the case so easily.

Hyunjin pinches Minho’s cheek and continues, “Is anyone really surprised, though? You and Y/N…” He pauses for a dramatic, dreamy sigh. “It was bound to happen eventually.”

“Can’t believe you guys wouldn’t tell us, though,” Felix says, pouting hard.

“I’m sorry, Lix,” you apologize. “Minho wanted to, but I just… I don’t know. I wasn’t ready yet.”

Changbin nods and pats your knee. “It’s probably not easy to find the right time for something like that." He looks between you and Minho. "Uh, I’m sorry I kind of… made you tell us. You didn’t have to, if you weren’t ready.”

“No, it’s okay, Bin,” you say, offering him a smile. “I’m sure Hyunjin was getting around to it, anyway.”

“Me?” Hyunjin squeaks, offended. “Fuck no. I wanted to see how long you guys would squirm before one of you couldn’t handle keeping the secret anymore. Holy shit, wait until Ji finds out, he’s gonna lose his shit!”

Again, it's a relief Jisung isn't here tonight with his greatest partner-in-crime.

---

As you exit Chan’s bathroom, you bump into Minho at the front of the line. But instead of going in, he steps out of line and ushers you to the side with him.

“Hey,” he says. “What are you up for next?”

You’ve danced with him, joked around some more with him, Changbin, Felix, and Hyunjin, and played beer pong with Chan and a couple of his new friends. You’re ready to call it a night.

“I think I’m ready to go,” you admit.

“Everything okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m good. The party’s just winding down, and Hyunjin also keeps wagging his eyebrows at me whenever he sees us talking to each other, so I think I’ve had enough for one night.”

Minho laughs. “Yeah, he’s being super annoying, isn’t he.”

“I mean, this is exactly how I thought he’d be when he found out,” you sigh.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Minho wraps his arms around you and draws you close. “Sorry I did this to you. I shouldn’t have played along, I could’ve just not drank.”

You shake your head, and it rubs against him. “It’s okay, really. Not exactly the way I wanted everyone to find out, but they were going to eventually, so it’s fine. I’m fine with it. By Monday, the ‘novelty’ of us hooking up will probably have worn off already, anyway.”

He pulls back and tickles your chin. “Well I, for one, hope it never wears off.”

You smile into the kiss he plants on your lips, and you can feel him smile back. When he pulls away again, you both start to speak, and Minho urges you to go first.

Clearing your throat, you say, “I wanted to ask you something.”

He brushes his knuckles across your cheek gently. “Sure. Anything.”

You don’t think you’ve ever been nervous with him like this, but you manage to voice your question: “Do you think we could go out on a date next weekend? Like, a real date?”

His hand pauses for a split second, then drops down to hold your waist. “Yeah, of course. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“Dinner on Friday night?” you suggest.

He smiles and nods. “Sounds perfect.”

You beam, your heart feeling light and fluttery all of a sudden. “Awesome. Were you about to ask me something, too?”

“Yeah, um. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Minho asks. His voice is quiet, as always, but the words are clear.

“A label sounds so official,” you tease, smile twisting into a smirk.

He shrugs. “Well, I could always call you ‘this-beautiful-girl-I-go-out-with-who-supports-and-fucks-me-a-lot’. What do you think of that one?”

Giggling, you take his face in your hands and press another kiss on his lips. “I like ‘girlfriend.’ Does that mean you’ll be my boyfriend?”

“Either that or ‘that-hot-guy-I-support-who-gives-amazing-head’. In fact, I think I prefer that one, thank you very much.”

“Ooh, okay.” You kiss him again, still giggling. “My new boyfriend is super cocky. Good thing he has the skill to back it up.”

Minho smirks and tongues the inside of his cheek. “If you want to head back to my place, I’ll spend all night proving I’m worthy of that title.”

The next kiss is a lot hungrier. His tongue tastes of beer, and you’re sure yours does, too. You almost forget about his offer as you get caught up in the way you’re ravishing each other’s lips and shamelessly groping each other’s asses in Chan’s hallway.

Luckily, you always have Hwang Hyunjin around to ruin moments and bring people back to their senses.

“Oh my god, we know you guys are fucking!” he wails, clapping a hand over his eyes. “You don’t need to do it in front of everyone, for fuck’s sake!”

Minho pulls away from you and laughs. Then he takes your hand in his and tells his roommate, “Stay here with Chan tonight. We need the apartment so I can make love to my girlfriend all night.”

Hyunjin drops his hand from his eyes and gawps at what he’s just heard.

You giggle madly and decide to capitalize on Hyunjin’s first speechless moment by leading Minho back downstairs and out the front door without another word to anyone.

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It’s difficult to keep your hands off him while he drives you both back to his place, but you manage to make it until he parks the car. He rounds the car and opens your door in record time, helping you climb out so he can take you by the hand again and lead you upstairs.

His front door slams closed with Minho’s back pressed against it because you can’t wait to kiss him any longer. He grunts at the impact but doesn’t lose focus over the way he’s licking inside your mouth. When you press your thigh between his legs, he sighs at the contact on his erection. You go to drop to your knees and free it, but he stops you.

“Bedroom,” he instructs, voice pitched low.

You raise your eyebrows and grin before hurrying to his room. He slaps your ass as soon as you turn, and you squeal excitedly. You take it upon yourself to strip as you go, and Minho happily follows your lead. By the time you get to his bed, you’re left only in your bra and panties, and he’s down to his boxers.

Perching yourself on his mattress, you beckon him closer with a crook of your finger. Again, he follows, and you allow him to unhook your bra and drop it to the floor. You try to reach for his dick again, but he takes your wandering hand and presses a hasty kiss to your palm.

“Wasn’t I supposed to be proving something?” he reminds you. “Get that pussy in my face. Now.”

You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of hearing that soft voice of his used on the filthiest words.

“Fuck, Minho,” you gasp, lying back and letting him maneuver your legs however he wants before slotting himself in between. Goosebumps prickle to life across your skin the moment his breath hits one of your inner thighs. He practically tears your panties down your legs, and a second later, he’s diving in.

His tongue licks feverishly up and down your slit, occasionally poking shallowly inside your hole, while his face shakes back and forth messily. His fervor is hot, but you know he’s not actually trying to get you off yet; he’s simply enjoying himself for now, which is also hot in itself.

Minho pulls away after a moment and moans, “Love the way you taste, baby.”

You don’t have a response for that, but he’s not expecting one, either. He leans right back in and narrows in on your clit now, flicking his tongue over it slowly. Very slowly.

He can be such a fucking tease.

“Minho, please,” you pout. “No teasing. Not tonight.”

“But we have all night,” he reasons, barely lifting his face away from your center to get the words out. “You’re gonna come more than once tonight, Y/N, I promise.”

He doesn’t resist when you wind your fingers into his hair, but he doesn’t speed up his ministrations, either. He keeps his pace slow and tantalizing, a stark contradiction to just a few minutes ago when you were both running down the hall to get here.

You tighten your fingers against his scalp and swear you can feel him smirk into your folds.

“Gonna get you nice and wet for my dick,” Minho murmurs, and you’re not sure if he’s talking more to you or himself now.

He coils his arms tighter around your legs, keeping you spread wide open for him. A wet sound draws your attention, and you look down in time to watch a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips down to your pussy. The eroticism has your head rolling back against his sheets.

Minho spreads his spit across your slit with his tongue, wriggling it back and forth, up and down, until you’re smeared with a sticky mixture of his saliva and your own dripping arousal. It didn’t take long at all to get what he wanted - you, nice and wet for his dick - but it seems he’s still in no rush to stick it inside you.

His warm hands move to cup your ass, fingers splayed over your cheeks, thumbs spreading your folds apart to see your clenching hole. Your hips buck of their own accord, trying to regain any sort of friction for the spot between them.

Minho swears under his breath and presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to your slit, then another. His kisses quickly turn open-mouthed and greedy, though, and his tongue returns to the mix to wriggle as far into your walls as he can get it. He gives you firm licks from the inside, which starts to work you into a frenzy, but it’s not the same as having his thick, hard cock stretching you open. His wet tongue is nice, and he’s great with it, but it just can’t knock against your g-spot as well as his cock does.

“Minho,” you whine again.

He withdraws his tongue and hums against you curiously, as though he couldn’t possibly know what you want.

“Just fuck me already,” you plead, tugging at his smooth hair.

He shakes his head free of your hold and looks up at you slyly. “But I just got down here.”

You writhe. “I already know you give amazing head, you can prove it again some other time. Please just get inside me.”

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he compliments suddenly, and you can’t tell if that means he’s going to oblige your plea now or not.

Minho starts crawling up from between your thighs, trailing kisses up your stomach and chest as he goes. When he reaches one of your tits, he takes as much of it into his mouth as he can to give it a rough suck, and you gasp when he bites into your skin. The rough sensation sends a pulse of need south to your core.

His eyes flick up to your face as he releases your tit with a soft suction sound. “Sorry, baby. Too rough?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s good, I like it.”

He smiles. “Good.”

He takes the side of your face in one of his hands and kisses your lips. His tongue is still ripe with your juices, but you don’t mind. Minho always finds it hot kissing you after he’s gone down on you, and you find it hot when he’s desperately horny. The man who seemed content to spend all night teasing you half to death a few minutes ago is moaning prettily into your mouth and eagerly clashing his tongue with yours.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he groans, finally pulling away for some air.

When his hands go to the waistband of his boxers, a wave of excitement trembles through you. The sight of his erection springing free over the top of his underwear makes you whimper, and Minho smirks at your unabashed reaction. You can’t help it, though - not when his cockhead looks so delicious, all red and swollen and wet at the tip.

You’ve barely gotten a good look before he’s leaning over to yank open the drawer on his nightstand.

“Wait,” you say, placing a hand on his shoulder just before he can rip a condom off the strip with only three left on it.

Minho freezes and looks to you in concern. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You glide your hand down to squeeze his bare bicep. “Nothing’s wrong, I was just thinking…Maybe we can go without a condom.”

“Without one?” he asks, clearly confused.

You nod and reach to cup his other bicep, too. He’s still holding the strip of condoms, fingers still poised to tear one off to use. You gently take them from him and drop them back into his nightstand.

“I’m still on the pill, and we know we’re both clean, so… why not?” you say, chewing your lip.

It takes another moment for realization to sink in, at which point Minho’s tense body finally relaxes and he smiles widely, clearly excited by this prospect.

“Holy shit, you want me to fuck you raw?” He cups one hand on your waist, the other on the nape of your neck. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

Having sex without a condom isn’t something you’ve ever done, and you know Minho hasn’t, either. It’s new territory, but the risks are low, and you’re willing to do this since it’s with him.

You lean in to peck his cheek before answering. “I’m sure, Minho. I want us to really feel each other. And I want you to cum inside me.”

His jaw drops, and you get the impression his mind hadn’t even gone that far yet, still stuck at the part where he gets to feel your tight, wet pussy around him without the annoying barrier.

“Oh my god,” he groans. He uses both hands to pull you into another quick series of open-mouth kisses, then asks how you want him.

Wordlessly, you shuffle a little to the side to settle right in the middle of his mattress and lie back again, just as before. Minho moves with you, positioning himself between your spread legs again. His throbbing erection bobs in the open air as he moves until he takes it in his hand and gives himself a few slow pumps. A drop of precum leaks from his tip onto his sheets, and even though this is exactly what you wanted, it fully hits you now that your best friend - boyfriend - is about to fuck you without a condom for the first time.

His cockhead pops smoothly into your sopping cunt, and Minho hisses through his teeth. Dropping forward, he takes one of your hands in his and presses it into the sheets over your head, and you give it a squeeze as he pushes in deeper and stretches you further.

“O-Oh, holy sh-shit,” Minho stutters.

You chuckle and purposely clench your walls tighter, trying to suck him in the rest of the way. He practically yelps.

“Jesus, don’t do that, baby,” he whimpers. His new tone of voice is delicious. “This is probably going to be unimpressive as it is, but I’ll come in two fucking seconds if you’re gonna squeeze me like that- fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Well, we have all night, don’t we?” you tease, throwing his earlier words back at him.

He doesn’t respond, just sinks the rest of his length into your warm, wet cunt. Once he bottoms out, he pauses again, and you can feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Good?” you ask.

Minho hums. “You feel incredible, baby. I don’t think I can go back to condoms after this.”

It’s a mindless, heat-of-the-moment phrase that makes you giggle, and he groans when you unintentionally clench tighter around him. You’re about to wrap your arms around his neck, but he’s already straightening his back to look down at where he’s joined with you. He drags his hips back an inch or two, watching his cock reappear slicker than before.

His eyelids flutter. “Want to rail you so fucking bad, but I’ll come way too fast.”

You shrug. “So come fast.”

Minho ignores your suggestion, running his hands along your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide for him so he can continue enjoying the view. It might be partly to distract himself, but he reaches out to strum his thumb back and forth across your swollen clit, and you jolt at the immediate rush of pleasure. You also clench around him again, which makes him shiver and bite his lip.

Part of you wants to joke about how good your pussy must be to stress him out like this, but it’s clear that he’s struggling, and you doubt that teasing is going to help him relax in this case.

“Hey,” you whisper, reaching down for his forearm between your legs. Minho looks up and stops fingering your clit. “Everything’s good, baby. We have all night.”

This time you mean it in a gentler, more sincere capacity, and you know he can tell the difference. His posture relaxes, thick thighs bowing outward to settle himself more comfortably. You let go of his arm and make a show of arching your back, hoping to both relax and entice him further.

But instead of starting to roll his hips like you hoped, Minho sticks his thumb into his mouth for a second, then drops it back down to your clit. This time he doesn’t absently swipe it back and forth, but draws smooth little circles into it just the way you’ve taught him.

A small moan escapes you: “Oh, fuck.”

Minho smirks, a sign that he’s finally getting back in his element. He doesn’t resume teasing you, though. His thumb picks up the pace rather quickly, hellbent on getting you to come before him.

“Can’t wait for you to cream my dick tonight,” he says. “It’s gonna feel amazing.”

You chuckle. “Right, compared to every other time when it only felt okay.”

He shakes his head and kicks his thumb up another notch. “It’s way different to feel you raw like this. Does it feel different for you, too?”

You’re not sure how to answer him at first. You think you can feel every ridge and vein on his cock pulsing where it’s still sitting idly halfway inside you, but mostly it just feels like having his hard cock inside you, same as always. He does feel harder than usual, though.

“Not a lot, but you always feel so fucking good,” you say finally. “Can’t wait to come on your bare cock, either, then have you fuck me hard so I can really feel how slippery I made it when it’s pushing in and out of me.”

Minho swears under his breath and doubles down on his efforts to make you come, reaching up with his free hand to twist one of your nipples. Your back arches off the bed again, this time quite involuntarily. You just can’t help but writhe when he’s already an expert at working you up.

He tightens the circles he’s drawing into your clit, unfaltering in his movements. You can feel the knot inside you winding tighter as the pleasure builds, your muscles drawing taut in preparation for the explosion.

You reach down again to hold his wrist, not to stop him, but to let him know he’s got it right and you’re getting close. “Fuck, baby, yes, just like that,” you pant.

“Mm, I can feel you getting tighter, Y/N,” Minho murmurs, getting a handful of your tit and brushing his thumb back and forth over your nipple. “Your body is so responsive for me.”

“It’s so good,” you whimper, head rolling to the side again. “You’re so good- shit- p-please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop…”

He licks his lips and looks down. Your clit is almost too slippery for him to maintain the fast, tight movements you need, but he manages to keep the pace and pressure consistent. You’ve told him before that you can easily lose your orgasm if he switches things up even briefly; your orgasms aren’t as easily salvaged or rebuilt as his.

Tonight, however, he manages to undo you quickly. The pleasure bursts just as he rolls your nipple the other way, and you moan loudly as you start trembling through your orgasm. Your legs clamp around his arm to trap it where you need it so you can ride your high as far possible. The series of extra tight clenches your pussy offers his dick makes Minho grunt almost as loudly.

Just as your climax starts tapering off and your muscles slowly relax, Minho bends forward to gather you in his arms and press his body into yours. His cock slips a little from your soaked cunt, but he quickly corrects that with a snap of his hips to shove himself balls-deep.

“Fuck!” you cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden movement in the best possible way.

Minho starts fucking into you just the way you’ve been dreaming about tonight, but not with his usual elegant movements of rolling his pelvis into yours. His thrusts are rough and sloppy, but the friction of his rock-hard dick pumping back and forth between the walls of your cunt is still so fucking good.

You think you might even be able to come again just from his cock if he could just keep hitting your g-spot just right, but the way he’s currently drooling and panting into your neck tells you he’s not going to hold out that long.

Instead, you encourage him to milk out that orgasm he’s been holding off. “Keep fucking me just like this, baby,” you moan, hugging his shoulders tight. “Feels so fucking good, you’re so fucking hard inside me. Shit- don’t stop…”

Minho whines and goes in harder, faster. If he wasn’t holding you flush to his chest, you’re sure your body would be rattling up the mattress with the force of his thrusts. The resounding smack-smack-smack of his hips against yours can probably be heard through the walls.

“You’re gonna come inside me, right?” you go on, breathless. “Gonna fill my little pussy up with cum?”

“Jesus fuck!” Minho curses. His hips jerk unsteadily, but he keeps pounding you into the mattress. Truthfully, he’s lasting longer than he led you to believe he would.

Reaching down, you latch your hands onto his ass to feel it flexing with his movements, and it’s like you’ve pulled some kind of trigger.

“Y/N, baby,” he grits out, “Shit-shit-shit, I’m coming, I’m fucking c-coming!”

With one final thrust, he lodges his cock as deep as he can get and unloads into your pussy. Immediately, you can feel the burst of warmth spread through your core, and you suddenly agree with his assessment that it would be hard to go back to condoms after this - not that you intend to. If having raw sex gets him to moan like this when he comes, you’re fine with never using condoms again.

His cock continues twitching for a while as his orgasm subsides, and you find yourself wondering just how much cum he shot into you and if it’ll start dripping out the second he pulls out.

His chest is heaving when he finally peels it off of yours. You barely get a look at his sweaty face before he’s kissing you again, tongue instantly seeking comfort against yours. You cup his face in your hands and groan into his mouth when he tilts his face the other way to get the best angle.

When he finally pulls back, he’s flushed and smiling down at you.

“Holy shit, that was so good,” he mutters, voice hoarse. He pushes some stray hairs back from your clammy forehead and asks, “You okay?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I’m fucking great. You’re damn right that was good.”

Minho grins wider and eases his cock out of you, mindful of the overstimulation. Just as you suspected, a trickle of his cum follows and leaks down your ass. Your best friend - boyfriend - watches more of his cum rush out to gather at your opening and drip onto his sheets. The sight must be beautifully lewd; you wish you could see.

The lust-filled glaze that coats Minho’s eyes is a dead giveaway for what he’s about to suggest next.

He slicks a finger through your cum-covered slit and asks, “Want a break, or are you good for round two?”

Your pussy throbs with the hints of that second orgasm that had been stirring.

“I'm good to keep going.”

Minho smirks. “Alright. Hands and knees then, baby. I owe you some orgasms.”

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random yandere nsfw headcanons/kinks pt. 4

sub! bottom! mammon

a/n: ignore the fact that im supposed to post a xiao fic. i wrote this for an irl. this can be interpreted as yandere or not since it's obscured but implied masochism! no beta read. gn reader.

comments, reblogs, and asks are appreciated! it inspires me to write more ^^

pact play - he doesn't even want to admit this in front of ANYONE, but he relishes in the feel of you taking advantage of your pact. if he's being bratty whenever you talk to someone else then you can simply force him to kneel and keep his head low. he talks too much? make him shut up. he wouldn't admit the sparks of electricity that shoot up his spine whenever you run your hands across his naked body when you force his body to stay still— but you'll surely know with how hard he is, and with the precum that leaks down his dick. maybe he likes being ordered around. maybe, just maybe, he doesn't want to think about how well he follows your orders even if he's no say against it. on the contrary, you can do whatever you want on his body. make him strip, play with his pecs, push his hips against the bed; order him to stay still.

degradation - degrade him, just a bit. tell him he's a needy whore for actively seeking you out. he's used to rebutting whatever insults his brothers spat about him but god, his reaction to you is way different than one could imagine. tell him how pathetic he looks all flustered and moaning for you, as you stroke his dick, at a slower pace than usual. a combination of your insults and the stimulation on his body sure does wanders because he cums quicker than usual. "you're such a bitch, huh? can't even last a round?" he gets even more overstimulated, unable to muster a word, with only gargled moans that come out of his mouth. if you keep degrading him as you do more rounds, he might be fucked way too stupid to even know it's already morning.

name calling - this plays well with degradation. call him a bitch, a toy, a needy slut, anything that's a mix between your degrading praises. isn't he such a good boy? a good dog? so fucking dirty for even kneeling on the cold, hard floor, humping your legs and shaking from just how good he feels. "you'll make such a good, behaved pet, yes?-" he'll nod quicker than you could utter the next sentence, unable to speak a coherent response, "-if only you aren't such a bitch." mammon will whine just hearing you releasing a breathy laugh.

blindfold - for him, there are times when he wishes he doesn't think. well, he already doesn't most of the time- but in a more literal sense, you could deprive him of one of his senses. his mind is buzzing with excitement from the anticipation, but he can't predict anything at all, which makes things all the more better. less thoughts, more stimulation, really. will you whip out your box of toys that you so gracefully gifted him after he complained that you don't spoil your pretty boyfriend much? will you use the lush, pink vibrator mercilessly on his dick? will you play with some sort of electro-stimulating toy on his pecs? will your hands toy with his body but never on his dick, just to tease him? will you open up a bottle of lube and-? ahhh, anything is up to you to decide, and not his to worry about.

orgasm denial - stimulate him so much to the point he's on the verse to cum then stop with your ministrations. see just how hard he falls, he cries and especially begs. he can't muster up the question, "why??? why did you stop???" and instead looks at you like you committed a sin yourself. after all the touches, all the hickies, bruises, and marks you've left on his body— you still won't let him cum??? then even before he could whine out about you being so merciless, so so so so cruel, you'll ravage his body with another round of strokes, and just right before he cums again you'll stop and repeat the cycle. it's so fucking unfair, he believes, but he can't even fight back and that's the worst part!!! it feels too good and you're denying him of his release but he can't complain because either way you're making him feel way too good and he's greedy too eat your affection up so who is he to complain?

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Hey! I just wanted to rant/thirst to you about Freminet, so spoiler warning for some of his locked/upcoming voice lines bc I’m going absolutely insane over how he manages to flirt so submissively. Freminet may be truly sweet and innocent, but you can’t tell me that he isn’t purposefully advertising his subby nature. This guy automatically declines tasks from ppl other than his family, but offers himself up to “be of some use to you” in the first greeting 🤨. He straight up asks for orders with zero shame but it’s really the subtle things that are making me obsessed. I can’t really explain properly but it’s kind of like how a brat baits a dom into being more aggressive except he does it in a soft way?? He’s almost one of those mildly manipulative uwu boys going “I’m so shy 🥺👉👈 plz fuck me.”

Example A: Probably the best known example of this is one of his ascension lines where he goes “You didn't have to do this for me, you know. I'd obey you regardless.” Wtf bro, you can’t just say that?!? Being a bad liar doesn’t excuse you from not even trying to hide the horny. Please stop before I bend you over. I know some ppl interpret this as sad but imo it’s one of the most boldly sexual things to come out of his mouth.

Example B: Freminet mentions always having a home at the House of Hearth. And when you ask him to join your party he either says “At your command.” or eagerly asks us to take him (with us). But in the last option he replies with “Well, *fake ass sigh* I’ve got nowhere to go…” like he’s actively fantasizing about us making him come (along). I can just tell he’s smiling while saying this shit, he ain’t slick.

Example C: In an upcoming event the Traveler jokes about wanting to try on his helmet. Immediately the whore behavior jumps out and Freminet responds with “Well, if it’s an order…” Then there’s legit an option to say back “Yep, that’s an order”. Excuse me?!? Are you fucking kidding?!? I am actually gonna go feral rn. Like ofc Paimon interrupts saying “Hey, now’s not the time!” Paimon knows Freminet won’t get anything done once I slut him out like he’s obviously begging to be. “We don’t want to bother him now.” Bother him??? Bitch, he won’t be able to talk or walk once I’m done with him.

Anyways, that’s the end of my rant, but like wtf Genshin? Atp they might as well just let us give the kinky mf a contract and a collar

Bonus Points: The way Freminet will use his soft, raspy voice to randomly bust out a line more romantic than the actual poet characters in-game is crazy. Traveler just said goodnight like a normal person, wdym "May your dreams be as dazzling as the starry night above the ocean, and your dreamless nights be naught but filled with serene respite." Excuse me Prince Charming, how the hell am I supposed to go to bed without you in it now?

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Anon please, I thoroughly enjoyed your analysis and now I cannot unhear these voice lines as anything except subby begging behavior 😵‍💫

Freminet has us all whipped with his pretty voice, short-shorts, and flirting. He knows exactly what he's doing and has no shame, it seems

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Maybe think about why you care so much about calling gerard way a woman to the extent that you equate it as the only correct way to engage with their work, as if art as well as support for the trans community can’t have value by itself, as if that isn’t the point, not their literal personal internal experience of gender that’s no one’s business, the same way trying to decide if anyone is trans is not your business if that person doesn’t want to tell you or talk about it with you, because it’s gender essentialist, and why it’s so baffling to you that a celebrity in general but especially gerard way might want to avoid labels or this specific type of intrusive categorization , as they have explicitly stated as well as created music that is about the same thing. And shouldnt we live in a world where someone can present gnc, and talk about experiences with gender and with femininity in honest ways, without people not just obsessing over whether that means they’re “really a woman” but outright deciding, and acting like they are. That’s a narrow fucking definition of womanhood. And shouldn't we value that authenticity from people who don’t want to choose a label as much as we do from people who identify in ways they do choose to label, (labels or the lack of btw have never been individual terms but tools for relating or not relating ourselves to the world in specific ways,) Isn’t that a better more open and beautiful mode of creating relationships to each other? Why does gerard need to be a woman to you? Why are you so obsessed with this? Why is transness and queerness and gender nonconformity itself, to you, some kind of item, an object or artifact for distribution upon others — and it is not in fact “creating cisnormativity” to accept the way a person wants to relate their identity to an audience. There are lots of trans women and transfeminine people who are doing everything gerard way is doing for transness and much more. If you want to call someone a woman go call a woman a woman. If you want to celebrate trans joy go celebrate trans joy. Please by all means do I will celebrate with you I am celebrating with you and I am doing it while listening to my chemical romance. So what’s the point in acting like this. I really don't get it. But it concerns me because this isn't the only time I've witnessed this kind of attitude and although its well-intentioned and "playful" its ultimately weird, ultimately harmful. So honestly, if this really feels "low-stakes" to you it might be because you've never dealt with the kinds of situations where the stakes exist, or considered the perspective of someone who has a different relationship to the stakes of your argument than you do.

Because not to be dramatic, but these stakes are the same stakes relevant to the literal record numbers of legislation currently being passed in the US using bioessentialism and gender essentialism to install systems of state-controlled gender-enforcing and forced gendering of trans and non-trans gnc children in schools and in healthcare. What you're doing is, if on a small scale, still contributing to the same conceptualization of gender as these laws, and as the people who passed them, even if you're well intentioned and hate the laws, even if your beliefs are reversed, the framework is the same, and that framework is going to empower the dominant culture, not yours. That's how power works. Which is why it's stupid. It's literally just stupid. And it hurts trans people who have had experiences in the real world where people are just as intrusive as you are being about trying to interpret their gender, and you’re no different for trying to clock people. If you don't know the stakes of your words, you should learn them before you use those words. Just because you're in a bubble of people who agree with you and think this is just about being either "right" or "wrong" about gerard way's gender and wanting to be "right" doesn't dismiss you from the meaning of the actual words you are saying and the ideologies informing your beliefs, whether or not you're aware of them, because the rest of us aren't trying to be right, we're not living in a this-or-that world in the first place. Personally I don't know them. I've appreciated & engaged with what they have said about their experiences with gender as well as their art while also respecting their statements about not liking labels, and treated their silence on their own identity as intentional, because I like knowing what words, and the absences of words, mean