#love when actors quietly act

[sexlapis]

Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~

Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D

thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.

and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)

cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(

wc: 2k+

you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.

sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.

admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.

sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.

you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.

toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.

“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.

“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.

“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”

“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.

fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.

but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.

so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.

“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.

“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”

you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.

it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-

you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.

“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”

you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”

and then there is black.

౨ৎ

you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.

“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.

oh, toji’s here.

“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.

“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.

“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”

“oh.”

toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.

“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”

you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.

toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”

the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.

“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.

“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”

you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”

toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.

“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.

“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.

you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.

“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”

you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”

“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”

“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.

“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”

you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.

“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”

“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”

“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”

you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.

“yeah, i do.” you agree.

suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.

toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”

you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.

toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”

“i will if there’s food involved.”

“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”

a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Okay okay hear me out, Blaise with like a corruption kink with soft and kind Hufflepuff reader 🫣🫣

I didn't specify the house, but I hope this works. I love the idea of the boys corrupting their sweet little girlfriends. Thank you so much! Also I love the fancast for him, so I'm imagining him over the og actor. Just look at him. <3

Innocence

Blaise Zabini x F!Reader

Warnings: Oral(female receiving), cussing, unprotected sex

18+ Minors DNI!

Blaise loved your innocence, really. He loved how sweet you were. That’s what drove him to you in the first place. Your sweetness, kindness, that adorable smile and small blush.

But there was always something in the back of his mind that wanted to ruin you. He wanted to destroy you. To wreck you. Corrupt you.

Oh, and poor, sweet innocent you would never have guessed the absolutely filthy things he thought about doing with and to you. Merlin, if you knew, you might have run. He’s had sinful thoughts before, of course. But you, something about your sweet voice and sweet smile and sweet eyes and sweet hand and sweet legs and oh so sweet body had his mind reeling with all the things he wanted to do to you. And when you caught him staring and blushed and gave him a sickly sweet smile, that only made it worse.

So when he asked you out and you said yes, he was thrilled. He had been so sweet to you. He acted like he didn't have the most vile thoughts about you. Of course, he still loved you for who you were, but he also had to admit to himself that he was waiting until he could get into bed with you. Until he could do all those disgusting things to you.

And sweet, little you was still a virgin. Still never even had your first kiss before him. And he was so ready to help you with both of those.

So when you finally agreed to let him take your virginity, he was the happiest man alive.

He started slowly, kissing you on the bed until you felt comfortable enough to let him undress you. He wanted to savor this himself, so he went slowly. God, this felt like unwrapping a present to him. He slowly unbuttoned your blouse, kissing and licking at the newly exposed skin as he went. He moved to your skirt next, sliding it down your legs slowly. He groaned when he saw your cute little cotton underwear.

“You're so beautiful, so gorgeous.” He said as he helped you take off your bra. “I can't wait to feel you, baby.” He pressed kisses to your chest, moving to one of your nipples to tease it slightly before moving to the next to do the same as you squirmed and moaned softly underneath him.

“That feels weird.” You said, not used to the feeling.

“It's a new feeling, it's gonna feel weird but good. Doesn't it feel good?” He asked as he leaned back up to look at you, his hands moving to massage your breasts gently.

“Yes.” You said quietly, blushing as you whimpered from his touch.

Your blush only made him strain against his pants even more. “Good. I can make you feel so much better.” He said as he ran his hands down your body to your underwear. And that's when he noticed the small wet patch on your underwear. You were so fucking wet. And from him. He wanted to taste it. He pulled down your underwear, keeping the same slow pace so you could stop him if you wanted. But you didn't and he let out another groan when he saw your soaked pussy. “You're fucking soaked.” He said, more to himself than you.

He couldn't stop himself. He was going to ask. Make sure you were okay with it. But he just leaned down and licked your cunt. Heavenly, was the only word he would use to describe it. Once he had that taste, he couldn't move back. He was licking and sucking like his life depended on it and you were moaning and whimpering below him. Those sweet sounds, even when he was doing something so vile to you, you still sounded so sweet. He reached out to hold your hands, ground you a little. He knew he should slow down, but he just couldn’t. His body wouldn’t let him.

“Blaise.” You were whining and moaning his name and he couldn’t tell if you wanted him to stop or keep going, but he wanted to hear more of those sounds. He felt your legs trying to close on his head, but he didn’t stop, and he wasn’t letting go of your hands either. He was in heaven.

It took your orgasm and cries to finally snap him back to reality and slow down to help you ride out your orgasm. He waited until your legs relaxed to sit back up, moving his hands to rub soothingly at your thighs.

“You taste so fucking good, ma.” He said before kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You moaned against his lips and he slid his tongue in your mouth. He parted for a moment to take his shirt off before kissing you again. He brought your hands to his pants and had you help him get them off along with his boxers.

You parted from the kiss to look at him. Then you looked down and your eyes widened slightly. That face. Your innocent face. Your first time seeing a dick, in real life at least.

“You excited to have me in you?” He smiled as he used a hand to tilt your face back to look at his eyes. “I’m excited. I can’t wait to fucking ruin you.”

Then you did something he didn’t expect. “Please, Blaise. I need you.” You said quietly, blushing heavily.

Seeing and hearing you beg for him was almost enough to make him cum. Almost. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you? To ruin you?” He asked, smiling only growing at the thought. You nodded, very embarrassed about everything. He was so desperate for it too that he stopped teasing and started pushing in you.

He leaned in to kiss your neck, biting and licking over your skin as he bottomed out. He wanted to say that he was waiting for you to get comfortable with the stretch of his dick inside you, but really he only stopped so he wouldn’t cum. Your warm, wet, soft walls around his cock was perfect. He started thrusting once you squirmed.

“Your pussy was fucking made for me.” He groaned against your neck. He knew he should’ve gone slower. But you were moaning and your pussy felt too nice. He grabbed your hands, holding them down to the bed as he fucked you.

“So good, Blaise.” You moaned in his ear. Oh, that’ll be etched in his brain.

“Yeah? Am I making you feel good, ma? You love my dick in you?” He wanted to hear your sweet voice talking dirty to him.

“Yes! I love it! It’s so good.”

“Who knew my innocent little (Y/N) would be moaning like a slut underneath me? You just needed a good cock to turn you filthy, huh?” He said, leaning back to look at your face. Your sweet face, all contorted in pleasure. It was better than he could’ve imagined. “God, you look so perfect fucked out on my dick. You wanna cum on my cock?”

“Yes. Please. Feels so good.” You nodded.

“Who’s making you feel so good, baby?” He asked, moving a hand to rub at your clit.

“You! You are!” You cry out as his fingers touch your clit.

“And who’s pussy is this?” He was watching his cock slam into your cunt repeatedly now.

“It’s yours. Pussy’s all yours.” You cry out again and he could tell you were close, the way you were clenching him.

“You’re so fucking filthy. Wanna see you cum, love. Come on.” He said and that pushed you over the edge. You were cumming, trembling, crying out for him. He helped you finish out your orgasm before pulling out and painting you in his cum. You looked fucking perfect. All fucked out and covered in his cum. He was already thinking about what else he could do to corrupt you more.

[slasher-male-wife]

Telling slashers you like 'hot old men'

I am an old man lover and enjoyer for life. I love hot old men I hope I become one when I'm older. So what better way then to make a post appreciating all of the hot old men I'm in love with. I know some of these men aren't like super old but it's still kind of old ok? We're talking an age range from 30's-50's. Also this was buried in my drafts since like April.

Includes: Doomhead, The Grabber, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Hannibal Lecter, and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Implied kidnapping in The Grabbers section

Doomhead

He honestly thought you said something else when you first said it. You two were watching a movie together and you made a comment on how you love "hot old men".

When he asks you to repeat yourself and you confirm that you said you love hot old men he laughs. He knows he's an older man but you saying that is really funny to him.

"Are you calling me an old man, sugar?" He asks you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. After you clarify you don't mean it in a negative way he just keeps laughing quietly.

He'll bring this up from time to time when he sees fit. He honestly might play up the 'old man' act just to tease you about it even more. But he's not too offended that you said it.

The Grabber

Because you've been behaving well he decided to treat you by giving you a magazine. He sat with you in the basement while you looked through the magazine.

He noticed you lingering on a page for a bit longer than the others. He asks you about why you're still on that page. You chuckle and tell him it's because there's an actor you love on it. "I just love old men." You say casually.

He pauses for a moment before he chuckles himself. He's an older man himself and because of your recent behavior. "Is that why you've been behaving so well for me?" He asks with a smile behind his mask.

Your chuckle and smile in response is all he needs to know. He's going to start subtly showing his age to you more and more. I think he'll try to show off his hands and arms. He's going to be so cocky about this and you'll never hear the end of it.

Mark Hoffman

You and Hoffman are coworkers and you've been dropping hints to him about your attraction to him. Today you were working with Hoffman, looking over some tapes when the discussion of how long you've been in the force came up.

When Hoffman mentioned when he graduated from the police academy and made a comment about how he's old you smiled and said, "Good thing I love old men."

He laughed it off at first then got a little defensive about how he's "not that old". You explained to him that you never meant it to be rude, you just meant to say that you find older men attractive.

He just nodded his head and went back to watching the tape over. But over the next few days he kept thinking about what you said. It's the most outwardly flirty you've been with him before. When he next sees you he asks you out and you accept.

Peter Strahm

You're on a date with him after being introduced to each other by a mutual friend. He took you somewhere nice and he's driving you home. You both feel a strong connection.

He mentions how long he's been working in the FBI and makes a comment about how you must think he's so old. But when you chuckle and tell him "Don't worry, I love old men." He chuckles too.

Peter isn't too much older than you but he still finds your comment funny. He asks you why and when you talk about how older men are more mature, provide stability, and they're just hot, he smiles and puts a hand on your thigh.

He thinks about your comment for awhile after the date. The comment and how well the date went leads him to asking you out again, which you of course say yes to.

Hannibal Lecter

You met Hannibal at an opera and he found you very attractive. He invited you over for dinner later in the week and you accepted. He made sure to make an impressive meal for you, which isn't hard for him to do.

You two start talking over dinner and Hannibal talks about his career as a surgeon then as a psychiatrist. He makes a comment about how you must think he's very old and you reply with, "I don't mind at all. I love old men."

He chuckles and says he's not that old. You tell him you know that but you start talking about how you love a man who looks more mature and has his life well put together.

The dinner goes well and he invites you over again later in the month. But he can't stop thinking about your comment. He knows he's an older man but he doesn't think he's that old. But the comment doesn't get to him too much because you like him anyway.

Bo Sinclair

You're sitting with Bo in his garage while he's working on a car. You're reading an old magazine when you start to giggle. He asks you what's so funny and you talk about how hot this model is.

When you show him the model Bo talks about how he looks pretty old to which you reply with "I love old men." Bo sets down his tool and looks at you.

"Are you saying I'm old, darlin'?" He asks you. You think for a moment before you tell him no. Bo is in his early 30's and you don't really consider that old.

You have to explain to him that by "old men" you mean men in their 40's and above. Bo will tease you about this constantly. Any time you two see an older man, either it being in a movie or a victim he asks you if he's your type.

[symp4nat]

Dior and reader act like they're in a relationship and they do things couples do like being touchy and calling each other nicknames which make the other cast members curious if they're dating and that basically makes them both realise that they have feelings for each other

(pretend that they're filming s2 and reader is one of the new characters)

thank youuu

"What are we?"

dior goodjohn x reader

warnings: nicknames, touching (not sexual), stupid idiots in love, fmentionss of making out, bad words

authors note: HI POOPY POOS ITS ME UR GIRL WSGG SORRY THIS IS LATE LLIKE IM ON A 8 HOUR SCHOOL TRIP SO I HAVE NOTHING BETTER 2 DO!

You were sitting on your foldable-director's (actor's) chair with your legs crossed as you watched your castmates all work on set. You had noticed Dior in a slightly bad mood and your eyes followed her as she walked to the bathroom. As you continued watching the team, you felt a hand squeezing your arm.

"Hey, you," a voice rasped. You could recognize that voice from a mile away. "You okay," you questioned as you turned around to face her, your best friend, the love of your life.. stop it, you aren't anything like that..

Dior stood on the side of your chair and ran a hand through your hair. She scoffed and denied, "What are you talking about? I'm fine, I'm all goo-"

You reached a hand up to her face and rubbed her cheek. "No, I mean, I kinda noticed, you looked uncomfortable o- or sad, I dunno."

Her nails gently scratched your scalp as she cooed, "I'm alright, baby, I'll tell you later, 'kay?" You looked down to cover the blush that rose to your face and nodded. "Go film, pretty."

She tucked some hair behind her ear and shook her head. "They asked me to come get you," she gently spoke as she looked down at you lovingly. "C'mon, bro, stop making out and get over here," Charlie teased.

You huffed and intertwined your fingers with hers and pulled her to the set. She admired the smile on your face and laughed. "We're friends, dude!"

Leah snorted, "Okay, big sis." You peered into Dior's dark brown eyes and squeezed her arm. "Go, I'll be on Set 4." Her lips landed on your cheek and said, "'Kay, I'll pick you up later. Stay safe."

-

When you had returned, a little bit earlier, you noticed Dior's hands on a girls waist, both of them wearing a camp shirt and lighting and a greenscreen behind them. Your eyebrows furrowed but you realized that it was the scene you despised.

Her eyes darted to yours and then back to the girl's. She swallowed the lump in her throat and the girl placed her hand on Dior's cheek. You clenched your jaw as your nails dug into your palms. As you walked away, Dior sighed, but continued with the scene. She placed her lips onto the other girl's and imagined it was you, her girl, standing right in front of her.

authors note: forthesakeoftheplot,lets pretend, sea-of-monsters, hasakisswithclarisseandsomeoneelse

Later, Dior knocked on your trailer. "Out, home time, let's go!" You opened the door and barely glanced at her as you placed a waterbottle in her hands. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked at you confusedly. You got into her car and shut the door as you impatiently waited for her. Once she got in, she played some music quietly as she drove and hummed along with it.

You were drumming your fingers on the side of the car door and Dior groaned, "Please, talk to me, lovey..."

And so you snapped. "What are we? Do you think I'm okay with all of this? I'm okay with you just- just messing around with me and acting like we're in love?! That isn't right; none of this is!"

She parked the car in your driveway, but you wouldn't relent. "I hate it, I hate acting like we're best friends one moment and then lovers the next! Choose something and fucking stick with i-"

Dior pulled you in for a kiss, a gentle, loving kiss. As your lips moved in sync with one another, your eyes fluttered shut in relief. You pulled back, gasping for breath, and Dior said, "There, I love you. I'm in love with you, doofus."

"I like you too, love, I mean love," you said softly. "And um... I gotta go so yeah.." Dior nodded and once you opened the door, she grabbed your face. She pecked your lips and then kissed you longer again.

From the outside, you were beaming as you closed the door and entered your house. On the inside, you were screaming in excitement. You jumped around in your living room and checked your phone as you felt a buzz.

D <3

i can see u, yk?

its cute btw :)

cya tmrw x

A grin formed on your face as you collapsed onto your couch. Maybe this was love, who knew.

[rninies]

✮ bad actor

౨ৎ diluc x reader. fluff, gn!reader, diluc is so in love w u Lol — wc: 616

notes. first genshin fic dont Flop plz 🙏🏻 tagging @chuluoyi :3

"why are you laughing?" diluc asks as he places your food down in front of you. he sits down, ripping open a plastic straw and handing it over to you.

you take the straw from him, quietly thanking him. "because you're so obvious..." a smile appears once more on your face, barely holding back another laugh from escaping your lips.

diluc raises an eyebrow. “what do you mean?” he starts eating the burger in front of him by cutting it into smaller pieces so it’s easier for him to eat — you still don’t understand why he does that. you find it easier to just bite into it. “you’re not making any sense, y/n.”

“why don’t you just bite the burger? it’s way easier that way you know,” you sighed leaning forward. “also, you’re a really bad actor, diluc.”

he frowns. “i’d rather not dirty my hands with grease and sauce.” he sets the burger down, wiping his mouth with a tissue. “why would i be a bad actor? you’ve never seen me act before.”

you hummed. “well, you are acting right now. and it’s not going well, let me tell you.”

diluc seems even more confused after you’ve explained it (well, more like subtly hint at it). he ponders on your sentence for a little longer but eventually gives up when he finishes taking a sip from his drink. “seriously what do you mean by that? i don’t understand what you’re saying at all.”

“you have a crush on me, do you?” as soon as the words escaped your mouth, diluc choked on his drink, coughing violently making a few other customers look at him with concern. “see, i told you i’m right!”

as soon as he calms down from his coughing fit, he clears his throat, cheeks turning red. “i don’t- i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he distracts himself from the smug smile you’re giving by continuing to eat his burger, eyes looking everywhere except you.

“hey come on, look at me!” you teased him, squishing his cheeks with your hand, forcing him to look at you. “aw, you look so cute all embarrassed.”

he moves your hand away from his face. “no, i’m not. shut up.”

you smiled again, resting your chin on your hand. “my boyfriend is so cute.”

“no, i’m not-” diluc stops, finally processing what you just called him. “you- boyfriend? are you serious?”

“what? do you not want to be my boyfriend?” you teased, taking one french fry from diluc’s plate and eats it, patiently waiting for diluc’s answer. 

diluc looks away before mumbling out an answer. “yes, i do want to be your boyfriend.”

you clapped your hands together, looking extremely happy. “great! honestly, i was waiting for you to confess first, but knowing how stubborn you are with your own feelings, you wouldn’t confess even if it’s been twenty years.”

“wha- why didn’t you make the first move then?” diluc asks, seemingly upset that you saw right through him. “you made me wait instead of-”

you laughed. “i loved seeing your reactions you know? you get all embarrassed every time i slightly touch you. it’s cute.”

“i regret ever having a crush on you.” diluc states, frowning as he takes his last bite out of his burger. “now hurry up and finish your meal unless you want to miss the movie.”

“ah-” you clearly forgot all about the movie ever since you started the topic of diluc’s feelings for you. “shit.”

“yeah. now finish it, dummy.” diluc murmurs, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watches you eat your food, face puffing up as you stuff your mouth. “cute.” he whispers under his breath.

[i9messi]

Hi love ❤💃 could you maybe write something with charles leclerc x girlfriend reader, maybe shes a actor and does a movie with harry styles maybe like don't worry darling and charles is jelous because every where are scenes of them kissing and having ,,sex" from the movie

Acting — Charles Leclerc

Word count: 720

a/n: fluff

charles' masterlist

"Charles, baby, are you alright?"

You and your boyfriend had just arrived from the premiere of your new movie. Charles had been there to hold your trembling hands, to remind you that you were doing great, and also to bring you calm in all that commotion. It was your first starring role, a very important moment for your acting career and you didn’t want to ruin it.

Everything had gone very well, you had posed for the cameras and then in the cinema room you had sat next to your other co-workers and of course, next to your boyfriend. The film was applauded and you were happy with the result of your performance. It was a film that you had put a lot of time and effort into, and now that the movie had come out, you were proud of your work.

However, your boyfriend has been acting a little weird since he finished watching the movie. At first, he kept smiling, but once you finished watching the film, Charles had driven home quietly. Something was wrong, you could tell by the way his brow was furrowed and he didn’t say anything. Now that you were in the comfort of your home, your boyfriend went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.

You took off the heels that hurt your feet and waited for his answer. Charles finally spoke.

"Did you have to kiss so much?"

"Excuse me?"

"You and that guy. In every scene you were practically doing it, well, in a lot of scenes you were doing it."

You finally understood what was happening to him. Some scenes had been quite intimate between you and your co-star, that was true, but everything was fake and for the sake of the movie.

"It’s called acting. It wasn’t real, Charles."

"It seemed quite real to me."

"Are you jealous?"

"No."

Your boyfriend was a bad liar. You looked at him for a moment, his face showing how much he had bothered to see you kiss another man. He was serious, just like when during a bad race. It was a face you knew a lot, because whenever things went wrong, he would come to your side to find comfort.

"No way.... You’re actually jealous."

"Maybe I am a little bit jealous. But who wouldn’t be? You were kissing him!"

"Nothing was real, is just my job, Charles. It’s a movie, I’ve acted before and I can swear I never developed any feelings for my other teammates."

Even the scenes of sexual intercourse had been completely taken care of, you and your co-star had shared nothing but fake kisses. Charles remained upset about what had happened and you had the amazing idea to start laughing. It was funny because he didn’t have a real reason to be jealous, you couldn't care less about the other actor, not at least in the way he was concerned about.

"What are you laughing at? I don’t see anything funny..."

"You’re cute."

You narrowed the distance between you and him and decided to kiss your boyfriend. Charles seemed a little calmer once your lips came together, maybe all the questions and doubts disappeared once he knew you were there with him. The kiss you shared was true, his lips made you tremble and feel something in your heart. However, the kisses in the film had no meaning, you had felt nothing. You were in love with him.

"I love you, Charles. I choose you, I always choose you. It was just a movie and I was just acting, you don’t have to be jealous of anyone because I’m yours."

Charles finally opened his eyes and looked at you through his eyelashes.

"You’re mine?"

"Yes, I’m yours."

"Good."

This time, he kissed you. His lips joined in a warm kiss and his hands approached your face and your hair, in a desperate grip to draw you even closer to him. His hands then went down to your waist, leaving soft caresses on your skin, above your dress. You took your time to be able to breathe again, Charles had a unique way of making you feel loved.

"Sorry for everything. I just didn't like that too much, alright?"

"It's fine, love."

"I love you."

"And I love you."

"Kiss me again."

"But- mmph"

[malewifeharem]

celebrity!danheng IL

彡- ,, a collection of my brainrots about dating danheng as diff types of celebs!

cw ⁞ none unless ur allergic to hot rich dragon fluff. not proofread.

an ⁞ i put my whole badussy into this from 3 am till 8. i wasnt gonna write so much for my first post but ehe.

imagine dancer!danheng who lets you join him during dance practice. you sit quietly by the side while you keep your eyes on his sweaty, concentrated form. the song he chose blasts in the background and his sneakers squeak with each of his movements. he's dynamic, powerful, sexy and everything you could ever dream of.

sometimes he worries that you'll get bored (as if) so he glances at you occasionally to check on you. the way you flare up in embarrassment at his sharp gaze is just a bonus. you really question how you managed to woo a water dragon twice your age (dilf?) but you try not to think about it too much.

he mutters a breathy "thank you, treasure," as you hand him his bottle. he doesn't realize you smiling like an idiot as you watch him replenish himself, your eyes once again locking in on your boyfriend's ethereal features. his slick-backed hair falls across his face as he tips his head back, revealing his crystalline eyes — divine, tranquil and pure, just like a river — much like his love for you.

imagine author!danheng who dedicates all of his time writing about his one and only muse — you. in fact, he's been writing about you for lifetimes now — in every new lifetime you two share together, he vows to devote his time to only you. when he's writing, he reminisces about your past dates together and pieces his heart and memories together and masterfully fits it into a vessel. once he's done, he proudly sends it to the publisher and patiently awaits the day he can show the finished book to you.

"how do you like it?"

he asks as he curls into you closer while cuddling (aw im gonna eat him i swear), eager to hear your opinion. Although he knows you adore whatever he writes, he still wants to see the way your eyes crinkle as you shyly giggle at the parts you recognize from your own dates. he wants — no, needs — to engrave the sight and sound of you in his mind so he can write it in his next script.

god forbid if anything happens to you. after inviting you into his life, he finds himself unable to write any angsty or tragic stories — he wonders why.

imagine actor!danheng who invites you as an exclusive guest to the film set. he's currently filming for a romance drama which involves him and another actress acting out a couple of lovey-dovey scenes — nothing more than that. that's what you tell yourself as you cringe, your brain conjuring up an image of another woman kissing him outside of set. you push your seething jealousy aside till you're both back in the dressing room. he doesn't miss the way you refuse to look him in the eye as he casually discusses dinner plans with you.

"what's wrong, darling? if this is about my acting during filming, i'll reassure you once more: whatever happens on set, stays on set."

he gently tips your chin up so you're both looking eye-to-eye. he relishes in seeing you all pouty for him, he can't help but chuckle when he observes the slight glossy look of your eyes — they hold a possessive, feisty glint in them that pulls on his heartstrings in the perfect way. he sighs sweetly before pulling you in for a warm hug, his tail coiling itself around your figure — caressing your back and relieving whatever doubts and worries you held before.

"let's create our own scenes tonight, my love."

[mylifestylearedilfs]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ cillian murphy x f!reader ࿐ྂ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A GIRL LIKE YOU : fluff ; age gap ; imagine

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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ CILLIAN MURPHY was loved by the whole world. everyone wanted to have a chance to just talk to him or more. on social media people made fan accounts about him, doing edits, gifs etc. but cillian used his phone only for calls, texts etc. so he was clueless about things that his fans were making about his characters or just him. murphy loved acting it makes him feel alive, but he didn’t like being super popular, it definitely confused him even if he is in this career almost all life.

because of this he wasn’t a fan of dating, of course he was once in marriage, and he has two sons, but it wasn’t it. he loved his ex-wife, but they weren’t meant for each other, and it was fine. he wasn’t in an unhappy or unhealthy relationship with his wife, their divorce wasn’t because of the fault of anybody. they just weren’t a match, but they are still good friends, maybe because of their children but also because cillian knew that he always could come to her when he needs help, and she could do the same.

but dating in his age wasn’t a good idea. he was forty-seven with two almost adult sons, and he was divorced. nobody wants a man like him to serious relationship, maybe some casual sexual acquaintances but nothing else. also all women he used to ‘date’ were aware about his career and almost always wanted to get him because of his fame. it was exhausting, and sometimes he wanted to be a normal guy without all of this popularity.

people saying that love is everywhere, but could it be in the small cafeteria? as you can see, cillian wasn’t a fan of showing himself in a place where you can meet a lot of people, so when it comes to drink a good coffee and eat a dessert he wouldn’t choose a starbucks but a small café on the outskirts. it was a quaint place, established by a young woman in her late twenties. cafeteria doesn’t even have the google site, maybe that was a reason why the only customer there was an old lady who comes there everyday just to have someone to talk to.

so when cillian enter the café the owner was in shock but smiled at him wondering if he would stay in there more than a few minutes. well, she was aware that her shop wasn’t popular at all, but she didn’t care. this place has been always her dream and she made it come true. she was happy that this old lady named ophelia was her regular customer because she had someone to talk during the shift.

“hello, are you ready to order?” the woman asked with a smile on her face. at this moment, in the background, ‘have you ever loved someone’ by the vocaleers starts playing.

“one americano please” cillian smiled at her as she nodded.

“do you want brownie with this coffee? i just made some, it still hot”

“sure, why not” he said, and she just smiled happily at him, thanking him for an order. cillian sat at the corner and looked at her. she was doing his coffee quietly singing words of song and do a little dance to this. he couldn’t understand how she could be so positive when her business weren’t the most successful, but there she was enjoying her job.

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cillian started to come to this café every day, maybe for this delicious desserts or maybe for this kind owner. let’s be honest, he came for both. murphy cannot understand how he found a person who was just like him. she didn’t use social media and wasn’t a big fan of movies where she could see cillian, so she didn’t know that he was a famous actor. she treated him just like an average person, and he was grateful for that.

it felt good when you weren’t treating like an animal in zoo but like a human. she makes him feel better about himself. and her new hobby was showing cillian the world that she knows and loves. maybe she wasn’t the person with an eventful life, she wasn’t a celebrity who was doing interviews every day. but that makes her special in his eyes.

with her positivity she made his days better, he missed days of doing nothing but talking about world, dreams or other stuff that his exes didn’t like talking about. she was a perfect woman in his eyes.

maybe he wasn’t that old to dating again?

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for attention! and im sorry for any mistakes.

[babybluebex]

𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you ask joseph if he can fuck you in character as eddie, and he’s more than happy to do it. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | joseph quinn (rpf) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, doggy style) degradation kink, he’s a sweetheart 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’ve had this idea for a while and i finally got it down on paper hehe enjoy!

“You want me to do what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, don’t act like that,” you huffed. “It was just a thought, take it or leave it.” 

Joseph’s eyes were wide as he considered the offer you had just laid at his feet and, for as good of an actor as he was, you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey with furrowed eyebrows and moonish eyes and an agape mouth. “Repeat that,” he said finally. 

“What?” you asked. “I want you to fuck me in character. You act like I’ve asked something monstrous of you.” 

“No, no, it’s just…” Joe began, and he laughed. “Eddie is so different from me. I didn’t think you’d like him at all.” 

“I do,” you admitted. “He’s just so sweet.” 

“And you want to fuck him?” Joe asked with a lilting laugh. At least he seemed amused by the idea. “In costume and everything?” 

“Yeah,” you admitted quietly, lightly chewing at your fingernails. “Look, Joey, it took a lot of courage for me to even ask, so if you’re gonna tease me about it—”

“No!” Joe said quickly, and he moved to sit next to you on the bed. The trailer was small, obviously not built for more than one person, but you and Joe made it work. 

You had only seen him in costume once, when he popped by the trailer during lunch to grab his phone charger, and the sight of the long hair and the tattoos had done something to you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, and, as lovely as your Joe was, you wanted to see if he would even agree to something like that. 

“Listen, I-I like the idea,” Joe told you. “I was just surprised. Are you sure it’s something you want?” 

“I’m sure,” you told him. He put his strong arms around you and carefully tugged you to sit on his lap, and you tossed your arms around his neck, smiling at him. “Is that a yes? You’ll do it?” 

Joe sucked at the back of his teeth, and he nodded. “You’re persuasive,” he told you, and his hand lightly touched your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth on the high point of your face. “Do you wanna plan it, or let it be a surprise?” 

“Surprise me,” you said. “Surprise me with Eddie.” 

“I’ll be sure to,” Joe told you, and he kissed you softly, his perfect pink lips pressing and molding to yours. He tasted like cigarettes, even though he swore up and down that he would quit, but you didn’t mind it really. It was just so perfect and so Joe that it made your head spin if you thought about it too hard. 

The next day passed with no Eddie appearance, and so did the next. Your time on set was coming to an end soon— visiting from London for a week didn’t exactly give you a lot of time with him, especially with the shooting schedule being so hectic, sometimes 12 hour days that spanned all night and left your Joey incredibly tired when he schlumped into the trailer at 6AM— and you almost worried that he had forgotten. You didn’t want to remind him, though; you didn’t want to lump another thing onto his back. Even if it never came to fruition, you decided, the fact that he said he would try meant the world to you. 

Finally, the day before your flight back home, your last dinner with Joe, it happened. You stepped into the trailer and slung your bag down, and you settled on the sofa before you took notice of a smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, just different, and you quickly identified it. 

Cologne. Not the Dior stuff that you were used to Joe wearing, but something that stung a little in your nose, something cheap. And a hint of cigarettes, maybe? Cheap cologne and cigarettes. Your eyes widened, and you called out “Joey? Oh, umm… Eddie?” 

There was a commotion from behind the closed door that led to the itty bitty bedroom, and you heard a distinctly non-South London voice call back to you. “One sec, sweetheart!” he said in a pitch-perfect American accent, and your heart fell into your stomach. It was happening. He was doing this for you. 

The door slid open, and your mouth fell agape at the sight before you. Your prim and proper Joseph was completely transformed, long hair that framed his jaw and touched his shoulders, curled like his real hair but much darker than his, wearing ripped jeans and white tennis shoes and that distinctive black and white Hellfire Club shirt. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows to show off the tattoos that he now had on his arms, and you could see one peeking out the top of his shirt. The rings on his fingers made you shiver, and, everything added altogether, you couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this for you.

“There she is,” he said with a wide smile, and he came to stand in front of you. His belt was right in your eyeline, and your eyes widened at the handcuff belt buckle. Jesus. Your mouth went dry and you swallowed, and you looked up at Joe with wide eyes. “What do you think, babe?”

“You look…” you started, and you struggled for the right word. “Hot.” 

“Well, I know that,” Joe said and rolled his eyes. “You like what you see, huh?” 

You stretched out your hands to touch him, and you hooked your fingers in his belt and tugged him a step closer. He laughed under his breath as you touched him all over, your hands wandering from his thighs to his stomach and to his neck, and you tugged up his shirt to see the demon and the spider tattoos on his chest. “Oh, yeah,” Joe chuckled, still stuck in the accent. “Aren’t these tats sweet?” 

“This is so weird,” you laughed lightly, and you placed a kiss on Joe's belly before you let his shirt fall back down. “Oh my God, Joey…”

“Who’s Joey?” Joe asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “Have you been seein’ other guys behind my back?” 

“Never, my love,” you told him, and you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d never do that. I only want my Eddie.” 

“Good,” Joe told you, and he brushed a kiss across your lips. “‘Cause I only want my sweetheart.” 

Your lips tingled with his kiss, and you couldn’t help the heat that was quickly invading your body. He was hot. Your Joey was everything to you, he was incredibly sexy and smart and attractive and kind and every good thing that could be said about a person, but Eddie was different. Eddie was a different sort of sexy, in a way that seemed almost dangerous, like he would bend you over the counter and fuck you at any second. 

“Speaking of,” Joe began, kissing your cheek softly. “My dick is hard as fuck. Think you can help with that?” 

“God!” you laughed, your face heating up. “Blunt.” 

“You know how us Americans are,” Joe laughed, his cheeks tinging pink. “We’re nothing if not blunt. C’mon, sweetheart, I know how bad you wanna suck me off.” 

“I do,” you admitted. “But maybe I just wanna kiss you first. Say hi properly, y’know?” 

“Sure,” Joe replied, and he slotted his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass for a moment. “Hi there.” 

“Hi,” you giggled, and you leaned up to kiss him again. “How’re you doing?” 

“M’fine,” Joe shrugged. “Couldn’t wait to get a break and come see you.” 

“How long do we have?” you asked. 

“Just under an hour,” Joe told you, his big eyes sparkling at you. At least he didn’t have to wear any colored contacts for Eddie; if you didn’t see his wide brown eyes, you would be too sad. “Think that’s enough time?” 

“Oh, definitely,” you nodded. “So I guess I’ve gotta get to work, right?” 

“Yeah,” Joe nodded. “Sooner, the better.” 

You kissed him one last time, and your hands went to the handcuff belt buckle, opening his pants to you. Even a brush of your hand across his pants had him hissing in a breath, and he mumbled, “Don’t you fuckin’ tease me, sweetheart.” 

“I’m not,” you giggled, and Joe’s hand came to grab your chin, and he forced you to look at him. There was something different in his eyes, something a little darker than you were used to, but the intensity only made your cunt twitch. 

“Fuckin’ talking back,” Joe said. “Don’t make me get mean with you. Just suck my dick, baby.” 

“I like you like this,” you blurted out, and your face went even warmer as Joe’s eyes widened for just a moment. 

“Yeah?” He asked, and you smiled as his true accent crept through for just a moment. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Kinda mean. I like it.” 

“I can do mean,” Joe said, fixing himself and settling back fully into Eddie. His shoulders went back and he stood up straighter, and you grinned as your sweet Joey disappeared under the blanket of Eddie once more. “C’mon, we don’t have all day, princess, get down there.” 

“Yes, sir,” you giggled, and you quickly worked yourself to your knees, fully undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. 

“I like sir, that’s cute,” Joe said, and his hand cradled your cheek as you pulled out his cock. He was right; he was hard as fuck. His cock felt like hot steel, all hard ridges and veins as it twitched in your hand, and you were quick to put your mouth on him, suckling at the uncut head of his cock. 

You heard his breath catch in his throat at your small movements, and you took him a bit deeper as his hand came to your head. His fingers itched in your hair for a moment before taking hold and tugging you further onto his cock. You groaned in the back of your throat as you eagerly sucked him, and you hollowed your cheeks out to hug his cock tight. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, already leaking precum, and the taste of it made you moan softly.

“Oh, you like that?” Joe asked, looking down at you, and you looked at him through your eyelashes. “Fuck, look at you. Take it, just like that…” He moaned, long and low in his chest, as your tongue massaged his cock, and he mumbled out, “Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth’s so good.” 

You fell off of his cock with a gasp, the sticky precum mixing with your spit and dripping off your lips and his cock, and Joe let go of your hair to cradle the back of your head with his hand. “M’gonna fuck your face,” Joe said, and the roughness of his words combined with the American accent made your cunt throb and clench around nothing again. You were wet, you could feel it dampening your panties, and you wriggled a bit to get some kind of friction from your jeans. “Oh, what, baby? Need some attention?” 

“Please,” you whimpered, and Joe smoothed his hand down to your neck, holding you firmly for a moment before he dropped from you completely.

“Get over to that bed,” he told you, and, when you stood, he landed a firm smack on your ass. “Go on, baby, I’ll be there in a sec. Undress for me, get all ready.”

“Can I touch myself?” you asked. Joe usually didn’t care about that sort of thing, but you were picking up the vibe that Eddie might care. 

“Yeah,” he replied. “Good girl, asking for permission.” 

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as you did as he told you, and he watched you eagerly, stroking his cock. It was unbelievable how attractive Joe was as Eddie, and you reached out for him as you took off your shirt. “Kiss me, Eds, please,” you whined, and he stepped forward towards the bed, his hand still tight around his cock. 

Joe leaned forward and quickly connected his lips to yours, his tongue immediately claiming your mouth. You moaned at how dominant he was, and Joe smiled as he broke the kiss. “You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he told you with a chuckle. “Never gonna want ole Joey again after this, only me, huh?” 

“I’ll always want Joey,” you told him, and you planted your feet on the bed and shimmied out of your jeans. “Joey is kind and sweet and has a stellar cock, but one night with Eddie is… Fun.”

You watched as blush invaded Joe’s cheeks at your compliments, and you grinned as he nodded. His hands went to your body, and he smoothed his fingers up the sides of your body until he got to your bra, and he removed it with ease. Joe leaned forward and kissed you softly once more, and his mouth traveled to your neck in an instant. “You want a hickey?” he whispered, and you nodded quickly, your hands finally going to grab at his hair. The wig was surprisingly lifelike, and, to be honest, it sorta creeped you out, but Joe seemed to like when you tugged on it. 

Joe’s hands went to your panties as he sucked hard at your neck, and your back arched into him. “Eddie,” you moaned softly, and Joe made a strangled noise deep in his chest. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered, nipping at the mark on your neck. “Say my name, baby, let everyone know who you’re fucking.” 

“Eddie,” you whined, and Joe tugged down your panties, discarding them off the side of the bed. 

“Jesus Christ, look at you,” Joe chuckled, his eyes locking on your cunt. You squirmed a little under his gaze, and his strong hands came to grasp your thighs, holding your legs and cunt open for him. “This little pussy, already so messy and wet.” 

Joe’s hand came to your pussy, and he tucked his thumb onto your clit, touching it just enough for you to jolt and moan. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered under his breath, and the sound of it made your cunt flutter and twitch. “Good girl, you’re all wet for me. You think you’re ready?” His fingers, adorned with those heavy silver rings, lightly swept up your pussy, collecting some of your slick on his fingertips, and the sight of his glistening fingers made you nod quickly. 

“Fuck me,” you gasped, your chest heaving with anticipation. “Please, Eds, please fuck me.” 

“Oh, baby, the whining,” Joe chuckled, taking hold of his cock once more. He stroked himself a few more times, watching your pussy wink and flutter at him, and he hissed in a breath. “Turn around,” he told you quickly. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.” 

Your arms shook underneath you as you got into the position he asked, and you felt him grab a handful of your hair as the burning head of his cock slid up your pussy from behind you. Without warning, Joe snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one swift movement, and you moaned in surprise. “Eddie!” you squealed, and his hand left your hair to press between your shoulder blades, urging you down until just your ass swayed in the air. 

“Yeah, baby,” Joe mumbled, and he withdrew himself from you for a slow, agonizing second before filling you once more, his balls hitting your sticky cunt as he buried himself up to the hilt in you. The position made him feel so much deeper inside you, like he was fucking your throat, and you uselessly grabbed at the bedhseets to anchor yourself as he started to properly fuck you. 

Joe grabbed your hips and fucked you back onto him, and you whimpered at the feeling of him. “Fuck,” you whined into the mattress, but Joe didn’t seem to hear you; if he did, he ignoeed you. His hand smoothed across your ass for a moment as he fucked you hard, the sound of your skin colliding making that hot coil in your belly tighten, and he finally smacked your ass hard. 

You gasped in shock, and you dug your fingernails into the bed once the pain finally registered on your skin. “Eddie,” you moaned. “Fuck, baby.” 

“I know,” Joe groaned, and he kept up his rhythm, spearing you hard onto his cock, the lewd wet noises of your pussy reverberating off of the walls of the bedroom. “So deep in your little pussy, huh? You like it like this?” 

“Love it,” you whined. “Love your cock, Joey.” 

Joe was quiet for a moment, obviously absorbing that you had said his name instead of Eddie’s, and he smacked your ass again when he recovered. “S’not my fucking name,” he said on a growl, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged your face out of the bed. “What’s my name, baby?” 

“Eddie,” you gasped, and you reached back to touch him, any part of him. Your hand found his quickly, and he threaded your fingers together as he continued his nearly-punishing pace. 

“Say it again,” Joe said. “Say it ‘til you forget that other guy’s name. It’s only Eddie, isn’t it, baby?”

“Eddie,” you said, and his hand squeezed yours tightly. “Eddie, fuck me, Eddie.” 

“Glad to know you take directions,” Joe laughed, smacking your ass again. He let go of your hand and leaned forward, molding his front to your back, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to drag you further into him. “Fuck, baby… Fuck.” 

When he spoke next, you jumped. “Jesus, love… Hard to-to keep it together.” His accent broke through fully, dropping Eddie for a moment as he fucked you deep, and your cunt throbbed hard around his cock. You had already gotten so used to the Eddie voice, hearing Joe’s real voice was a shock. 

“Do you need to stop?” you asked, and Joe shook his head. 

“No, baby, I’m fine,” he said, his American accent back again. “Just keep hugging my dick like that, you’re gonna make me cum so hard.” 

Your cunt pulsed at his words, and he buried his face in your neck to smother his loud moan. Joe had never been like this before, and it was absolutely a turn on for you, seeing how unhinged and frankly animal he was being. 

“Eddie,” you whispered, reaching back and taking his hand again. “I love you.”

Joe groaned again, fucking you roughly as he held your hand, and, into your neck, he muttered, “I love you too, princess. God, fuckin’ love you so much.” 

“Cum inside me,” you told him, and Joe kissed at your neck almost frantically, laying peck after peck onto your skin. 

“Oh, no, I’m not,” Joe said. “I’m not cumming ‘til you do. Better speed it up, baby.” With that, he let go of your hand and reached forward, and you moaned high in your throat as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Just like that?” 

“Yes,” you whimpered, and your  hands went back to the blankets, grabbing them in your fists as your legs began to shake. The way he was fucking you, along with playing with your clit, and the overwhelming energy of feral Eddie, it was all so much, and you felt the hot coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until it threatened to burst with every fuck into your body that Joe gave you. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Joe muttered, his voice low and breaking. “Feel so good, this pussy, you take me so well. Are you getting close?” 

“I’m gonna cum,” you hissed, reaching between your legs and grabbing at Joe’s wrist. The chain link bracelet he wore was cool to the touch, as were his rings, and you shined and pushed back against him as he fucked forward. You cried as you felt him deeper than ever before, the pain blossoming in your tummy and slowly melting into pleasure, and Joe laughed into your ear, taking the fleshy lobe into his mouth. 

“Deep, baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. “Did it hurt?” 

“Yes,” you sobbed. “But I like it, don’t stop, y-you’re gonna make me cum.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Joe chuckled, and he grabbed your hip and shoved you further back on him as he fucked you. The pain rocketed through you again, but it all settled in your pussy and clit, and you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer if he kept up with that. Everything all combined, his fingers on your throbbing clit and the punishing rhythm, it was too much, and you squeezed his wrist as the coil burst in your stomach and you came hard around him. 

“Fuck, baby,” Joe laughed as your legs shook, and he added, “Good girl, milking my cock so good, fuck. Still want me to cum inside you?” 

You felt lightheaded with the intensity of your orgasm, and you could only blearily nod at him. Every sense was jacked up to ten, and the feel of him inside your sensitive channel made you whimper and cry. “Fuck, J-Eddie, oh my God.” 

“Aw, look at the mess you made,” Joe said, still fucking you just as hard as before. “So much cum… M’gonna give it to you, you ready?” You nodded quickly, squeezing his wrist again, and Joe finally let go of your clit to play with your fingers for a moment before he grabbed your hand hard. “Fuck, you’re perfect, baby, so fuckin’ perfect, good girl…”

He fucked into you one last time, burying himself as deep into your cunt as he could manage, and you gasped as he pumped you full of his cum. His body was warm against yours, his belt clinking as his hips stuttered, and your shaking legs finally gave out as he pulled out of you. 

You laid in the bed, panting and trying to regain some of your brain, and you heard the sounds of Joe cleaning himself up, wiping away the bits of cum on a discarded bath towel, and you remembered that he had to go back to work after this. “You alright?” Joe asked, and you couldn’t exactly understand why your eyes watered at the sound of his accent, his voice back. “Love, talk to me, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you said softly, slowly sitting up. Your body was already sore from his roughness, and you groaned at the ache in your legs. When you looked up, Joe was knelt beside the bed, looking at you with those big doe eyes of his, his eyebrows pitched up with worry. 

“Was it too much?” he asked. “Was I too mean?” 

“No, darling, it’s not that,” you said softly. “I’m just…” You took a deep breath, and you giggled lightly. “I can’t believe we just did that.” 

“Yeah,” Joe chuckled. “Did you like it?” 

You nodded. “It felt… Weird,” you started. “Like, it was you, but it wasn’t, and you-you fucked me so hard, you’ve never— but I liked it! It was just weird.” 

“Weird for me too,” Joe said, and he slowly stood up, brushing the hair behind his ear. “Hair got all in my mouth at one point. I hate this wig. But it was weird to fuck you and not be me. I did like it, though. I always like fucking you.” 

“Good to know,” you chuckled, and you pulled him to you and planted a kiss on his puffy lips. “Thank you for doing that for me. I love you.” 

“I love you too, darling,” Joe said, and he kissed you again, gentle and loving and everything that Joe was that you loved. “We have a few minutes before I need to get back, can I do anything for you before I leave?” 

“No,” you said. “Just be my Joey, and I’ll be happy.”

[outlanderskin]

Tobias Menzies

I was reading on a card how much would fit in ten years and I saw that in 10 Years

fit 120 Months

521,714 Weeks

3652 Days

87648 Hours

5258880 Minutes

315532800 Seconds.

And even in all this, it doesn't fit what it meant for me to wait for him.

Within these 10 years, there are memories of being persecuted since the beginning when I said that he was my favorite.

All the times, I had to explain the difference between actors and characters for people who hated him because of Frank and BJR.

All the times I've had to say that I really like Sam, but that at the top of my list will always be Tobias, and this isn't a sin.

All the times I said there was no dispute between them.

All the times I was hurt when I saw people from my side of the fandom excluding him from photos or wishing he wouldn't go to some events because it would "take the focus" away from the main actors couple (yes, this stupid thing happened).

I've been in this fandom since the beginning, and anyone who knows me knows that for me, it's always been about him. I'm not someone who started using Tobias to justify hatred or to disguise an unhealthy love for Sam. It was natural from the first day I looked at him. And a thousand times, I've expressed my pride about how private, talented, different, down-to-earth he is.

I've been going to Cons of Outlander since 2015, but he rarely does Cons, I had already met the loves of my fandom friends' lives, but never mine. Until Saturday, April 13, 2024.

When I took the first photo (with him and Sam) and saw him for the first time, everything around me disappeared completely. There he was, finally. I was practically led by my friend, I gathered all the courage to say where I came from, then he blinked, and all my senses and rationality, and 🎶🎶🎶 all that was me, was gone🎶. I don't remember how I left the room, but my friends remember... I needed to be strong, I thought. There would still be three photos with him alone (one of them a gift from much-loved friends), a photo with him and Sophie, and an autograph. I would have to maintain my sanity until then.

For the first time, I understood the fact that Sam Heughan's fans left photo shoots shaking.

During the photo shoot, I spoke quietly, and so did he, and for me, it was like a dance because I said he decided the poses and I followed. I left the session and I want to thank from the bottom of my heart the girl on the team who asked me how I was and I could only say "he's my favorite" and she hugged me.

There was a rush at the autograph, but I gave him a book about theatre from my country, and I believe it was a gift he didn't expect. He thanked me with his hand on his chest, like the gentleman he is and at that moment I wanted to be royalty because I was going to give him all the honors of a noble English knight that I could find in the Buckingham Palace . Do I like British Monarchy? I like Tobias Menzies.

Ah....how I wish I could sit down with him and say he has a fan page that I manage, say that I admire him for being truly discreet in every way. Ask about his process of acting , speak about Stanislavski, Brecht, Ibsen, talk about my experiences in the classroom with The Theater of the Oppressed and say how good is for me to see someone like him acting. But conventions are collective experiences, and there would be no time.

In ten years, a lot can happen... all this time waiting for him. And I would do it all again. Someone like him was worth waiting for.

[gabessquishytum]

Just so you know,,,,,,,I'm starting to think (more) Valentine's Day prompts!!! 🤗

Mr. Gadling's students wanted to do something nice for their favorite teacher for Valentine's Day -- so they (with Ms. Joanna and Ms. Unity's help) proposed marriage to Mr. Gadling's favorite actor, Dream Endless, for him.

They wrote letters and pooled their allowances to buy a nice band and sent it all with flowers to Dream Endless.

Matthew was new to the Endless team and wanted to distinguish himself, so when he saw the super cute (viral potential in) 5th graders asking Dream to marry their Elementary school teacher he pitched to Jessamy and Lucienne that while Dream shouldn't actually marry the guy, it would be a good Valentine's Day press story for Dream to visit the teacher -- he could do it up "romantically", flowers & chocolate & flirty.

Matthew figures Dream can bring the kids pizza and be charming for 2 hours for some good press. It would be like those kids who ask a star to take them to the prom or something.

Dream thinks it's a dumb idea, then the team (well really Dream's sister Death) finds a TikTok of "Hob Gadling" reading the classics in Old English (he might just teach Elementary school, but he studied to teach history to college students,,,,he likes to keep his hand in). Dream is entranced by the beautiful man with the dangerous mouth. Dream agrees to the roses and truffles visit.

With Joanna and Unity's adult help, and permission of the school, they plan to surprise Mr. Gadling (and his 5th grade class) with Action Star Dream Endless for Valentine's Day.

Hob gets a date with hot movie star Dream,,,,and the school gets a massive pizza party.

This is so cute. I love the idea of the kids setting their "sad lonely old teacher" up with a hot movie star! Hob would like it to be known that he is not sad, lonely OR old... but he is super into Dream Endless.

Dream shows up to the school in a suit (playing into the "wedding" thing), trying to act like he's not excited. Joanna and Unity quietly let him into the library where Hob is doing story hour for his own class and a bunch of others too. It's only when Hob looks up from "mary poppins" that he finally notices that they have a guest. Several cameras catch the way Hob’s face turns bright red, and his eyes immediately sparkle and hes gets this flirty kind of look. Dream offers up his flowers and humbly asks if Hob will join him for lunch?

It's perfect for the video that Matthew intends to make. What's even more perfect is the very real chemistry between Dream and Hob. They immediately seem to be in their own little world. Hob cracks open the chocolates and offers one to Dream; Dream allows Hob to pop the chocolate into his mouth for him. It's so adorable. The kids are more interested in the pizza delivery, but the adults are all side eyeing each other. This is DEFINITELY more than a PR stunt now.

Especially when Hob and Dream mysteriously disappear for half an hour and return with red, swollen lips. They're holding hands. It's enough to make even Joanna believe in true love.

A week later the kids are fascinated to see their lonely sad old teacher all over social media, as he leaves a very expensive restaurant on Dream Endless's arm. Hob waves to the cameras like he's a natural. Is that....... a ring on his finger?!?!?

[ryker-writes]

Ok. Hear me out: the Overblot squad with a reader with a naturally soft ASMR-like voice. I can imagine the bois especially enjoying the reader reading/singing to them

-💀💅

hearing you out anon, and I'm loving it

Riddle:

Riddle really likes hearing you talk

he'll ask you to do a bunch of the speeches at unbirthday parties so he and everyone else can hear your voice

whenever he's feeling stressed, he likes to hear your voice

it really helps sooth him

some of the other Heartslabyul students even bring you around when Riddle is upset to help calm him down

he likes it much more when you read to him, especially because he can enjoy a good story and your voice at the same time

Leona:

he absolutely loves it

he loves to have you talking or singing as he falls asleep

it's like the best way for him to fall asleep

he calls you song bird

there are many times he even fake sleeps so he can hear you talk and listen to your voice

sometimes he isn't even paying attention to what you're saying, he's just listening to the sound of your voice

he will drag you with him just so he can fall asleep to your voice

he gets kinda upset if you stop talking

Azul:

your voice really makes him feel at peace

there are times he likes to have just you in the VIP room with him and have you reading or singing to him

he's going to ask you if you want to work for the lounge sometimes

he just thinks your voice is so nice and it could bring in a lot of money because others will enjoy it too

your voice just calms his nerves, so he may come to you and subtly ask you something just to hear you when he's nervous about something

he much likes it better when you sing and it makes it feel like all his worries just wash away as you sing

Jamil:

this is a service for both him and Kalim

it helps calm the both of them down

for Kalim, it calms down his energy

for Jamil, it helps ease his stress

Jamil is a pretty busy guy, so he likes to have you reading to him while he's doing something

he'll let you choose what to talk about or read while he's doing something like cooking

he won't ask you to sing for him, but he'll never be upset or turn it down when you do

Vil:

adores your voice

Vil thinks you have the perfect voice if you ever want to do any sort of voice acting or asmr videos

he would even help you if you wanted

he always encourages you to do vocal practices to keep your voice well and he'll offer you teas and stuff that are good for your throat

he loves to hear you talk while he's doing something, and he always quietly listens when you sing

Idia:

hypeeee

he also thinks you would be a great voice actor but he thinks more of his anime's and games

may or may not have debated helping you sign up to voice act one of the new characters in his game

Idia himself listens to ASMR some times, and he thinks you're perfect for it

your voice is the only thing he would fall asleep too, but he doesn't sleep often

soooo Ortho may ask you to use your voice to get him to sleep

Malleus:

loves loves it

Malleus absolutely loves you voice and especially loves to hear you sing

he just thinks it's beautiful

Malleus will be very silent while you're talking/singing about anything

he's just carefully listening to every word and the sound of your voice

he loves it even more if you are telling fae stories/legends

[thebroccolination]

People Think Krist Is Homophobic (but He Isn’t)

[TW: discussions of homophobia, death threats, "the rape filter joke", etc.]

Last September, I made a thread about The Whole Krist Thing, and I'd like to make a version here on Tumblr as well.

NOTE: My being a queer fan of Krist doesn’t override the feelings or opinions of other queer people. I fully understand that time on this planet is limited and you don't need to exert precious energy into researching an actor. The reason I'm making this is to provide context for people who are new to the fandom or just wondering why Krist is known as homophobic.

- Why I Made the Twitter Thread -

As a queer international fan living abroad, my understanding of Thailand, Thai culture, and Thai language is extremely limited. Like most of us, I rely entirely on translations, both official and fan-made.

After watching SOTUS for the first time in 2020, I saw English-speaking fans claiming that Krist Perawat, the actor who played Arthit, was homophobic. And it wasn't just one or two people saying it. It was dozens. Hundreds. That called for some research. I loved Arthit, and Krist's empathetic portrayal of him didn't mesh with the angry guy in the Instagram photo I was seeing passed around.

I'd made a number of queer Peraya fans on Twitter, so I went to them individually and asked, "What's this about Krist being homophobic?" As queer fans who were knowledgable and openly fond of Krist, I wanted to hear their side of things.

They sent me links and photos and videos and translations that thoroughly explained how Krist's reputation for being homophobic had gotten so out of control. The problem: those things weren't compiled in one place, and they were all on Twitter where the Asian Peraya fandom is most active. Interfans, meanwhile, took the worst of everything they could find and compiled it into contextless videos for Instagram, YouTube, TikTok, etc. Since the vast majority of Krist's fanbase is spread across Asia and many of them don't engage with the international fandom, it's no wonder to me that the homophobia thing has become so ubiquitous over the years.

It's a paradox where, in order to see the evidence of Krist's allyship, you kind of have to be a fan already. Or you have to know which keywords to use to navigate Twitter's nightmare of a search function (I know, Tumblr is worse). While I made that thread, I was regularly texting Peraya I knew things like, "Do you know where that one interview from 2019 is?" or, "Did you take a screenshot of the marriage equality post he made last month?"

The thread was difficult to make, and I'm a fan! What I know of Krist, I know because I've been a fan for three years and I have access to information that fans who have been here much longer can find.

I also procrastinated on making it for ages. I knew the amount of vitriol people hold against him, and I just wanted to enjoy my time in fandom quietly without calling waves of anger and hate to my carefully curated little corner of sunshine.

Then Krist was in a car accident.

And even though he was reportedly driving safely and slowly, Thailand is notorious for its poorly maintained roads and a high number of traffic accidents. Only months after receiving his first driver's license, Krist's car flipped upside down, and he had to reassure fans from the hospital that he was physically all right, just shaken.

Meanwhile, some international fans thought it was funny.

And that's when I started making the thread.

So, with all that said, let's start with Krist's allyship, because I know most of us agree that that's the bare minimum for an actor working in the BL industry and profiting off the queer community.

- Acts of Allyship -

In the early days of their SOTUS fame, Krist and Singto were interviewed about the LGBTQ+ community.

Acceptance and equality is something that the LGBTQ community still struggles to achieve up to this day. But both Singto and Krist believe that this should not be the case. “They are just humans. They are like me, and they are like everyone,” Krist claims. Furthermore, he mentions that we should all be given the freedom to love anyone we want to love. “It’s just natural,” he says.

“They don’t have to understand now,” Singto says, referring to those who can’t grasp same-sex relationships. “One day, when they find their true love, they will realize that love is the same no matter the gender.” Krist adds, “Gender is not relevant when it comes to love. But in case some people still don’t understand this in time, what’s important is that we all give due respect to each other at the end of the day.”

He's also educated himself in colors representative of the LGBTQ+ community.

When Krist and Singto attended an award ceremony for their photoshoot in the gay magazine Attitude, Krist shared a sentiment that he gave to a queer friend of his. "If no one accepts you, you can stay with me, because I accept you for who you are." [Paraphrased]

Despite Thailand's current government leaning on BL series as a new soft power, it's still very conservative, and its people are to this day fighting to see equal marriage recognized.

Krist often adds his voice to this fight on Instagram, specifically as someone who works in the BL industry. These were in 2021 and 2022:

And, like many young people in Thailand, Krist also seems to support the Move Forward party. Earlier this week, he used an orange heart in a tweet to encourage people to go out and vote in the most recent election. One of the many things the Move Forward party is pushing for is the legalization of same-sex marriage "with the same rights and responsibilities as their heterosexual peers", which the current military government actively does not.

- His Circle -

When I was making my Twitter thread, I hesitated before including mention of his queer friends and coworkers. I knew how that would sound, but in the same way I felt it was important to mention my own queerness, I also think it's important to highlight not just the presence of queer people in his life, but how comfortable they are with him.

As I said in my Twitter thread, having queer friends isn’t indicative of anything substantial, but I do think it’s important to look at how those queer friends interact with him. If you’re queer, you know firsthand which friends you’d be physically affectionate with. The entertainment industry is its own world, of course, and the weight and meaning of relationships and connections can be different, but for all Krist's fame and popularity, he's not so famous or remotely powerful that faking a friendship with him is going to get them very far.

Among his queer friends, you've got Jennie who babies him, Godji who treats him like her son, and Oat who still adores him years after SOTUS. All of them queer, all of them visibly affectionate in a way that feels authentic, at least to me.

On the professional side of things, I think the best example of someone who wouldn't bother with him if he were homophobic is Golf Tanwarin Sukkhapisit. In 2022, Krist worked on The War of Flowers with Golf, a nonbinary queer activist, former MP, and director of The Eclipse. Since they're not just a queer person in the industry but a vocal queer activist who's made incredible progress for the community in their country, I value their judgment of his character.

Again, the reason I bring up these people isn't to say, "Look! Queer people! He knows some!"

It's to point out that he's close to them, and it disrespects their judgment to casually assume that they’d cosy up to a homophobe.

It's a small point, yes, but it was important to me when I first became a fan to see that queer people who know him personally had "vetted" him.

- Growth -

For this next section, I'll address three things I see brought up most often: the rape filter joke, the rumor that Krist said he doesn't like watching men kiss, and the claim that he's only doing BL because rent is due.

1) The Rape Filter Joke

In 2017, Krist and Singto were on a live with (I think) two other friends. They were testing out different filters, and when they got to a blur effect, one of them (one of the friends, I think) said it looked like the filter they put over victims of sexual assault on the news. They all laughed, including Krist and Singto.

I can't find a video of the original event, but we do have a translation of the apology he gave in 2018, and the public apology he made in 2020 when the video resurfaced again.

While this is unfortunate, and it would be nice if he hadn’t done it, I’m more interested in how he responds to criticism and his growth afterward. The incident was in 2017, but even speaking on it in 2020, he didn't make excuses for himself.

He apologized, accepted culpability, educated himself, and has never repeated it.

2) Krist "Doesn't Like to Watch Men Kiss"

There's also a claim that goes around that Krist said he doesn't like to watch men kiss. But that isn't what he said.

The subtitled interview that this claim was taken from has been split into two parts, and I think a lot of people have only seen the first half, if they've seen either.

(Also, my deepest apologies, but I'm linking you to Twitter for the video clips.)

In the first clip, the hosts tease Krist about Singto's sex scene with another actor in Close Friends. I can't speak to the nuances of what Krist is saying in Thai, but in the subtitles, he's basically saying that as a guy, he doesn't want to watch stuff like that and just skips past Singto and his partner to one of the other couples, like the male-female pairs. With just this clip, I agree that it doesn't sound great.

But in the second clip, the hosts tease Krist until he admits that the "stuff" he doesn't want to watch is Singto specifically kissing people who aren't him. Krist's jealousy, especially when it comes to Singto, is a well-trod fanservice joke.

3) He's Doing BL Only for the Money

I mean, I have no idea, but it'd be very weird if this was true, because he hasn't been in a BL since 2018 (if you count Our Skyy), and he's doing very well for himself financially.

Listen, this is probably the least serious people get when they criticize him, but I'm including it because why not, this is already a thesis.

From what I understand based on actors' comments, BL roles don't make a lot of money for the actors. (Boun even quoted a surprisingly low daily salary recently, and I'll share it here if I find it again.) Of course, I imagine Krist has enough fame and clout that he gets paid more than most actors, but to be frank, he absolutely makes more from all his other work.

Apart from the acting work he's done, he hosts two music shows, he starred in a musical recently, GMM just flew him to Japan for the first leg of his Asia concert tour, he runs a restaurant with Wave, and he has a bunch of sponsorships. And that's off the top of my head. The car from his accident in 2021 was a luxury model, and he replaced it with another pretty soon afterward. I'm not bragging for him or anything, but the "he's just doing BL for the money" is an odd thing to say when he probably already earns more than most without doing it.

It would have been a better argument back in 2016 when Krist's family was deep in debt. Krist's said that his main motivation to join the entertainment industry back then was to pay off that debt for his family, and he did so with the money he made from SOTUS.

Krist has spoken in the past about wanting to do more BL roles, but GMM preferred that he work with Singto. Now that Singto's left GMM (likely to start his own agency), Krist is in Be My Favorite, so I think his explanation tracks.

It's also worth mentioning that you can do something for the money and also love what you do. In the case of SOTUS, Arthit wasn't just a role that made him money, he's the character who changed Krist's life. He honors Arthit to this day by always wearing the bracelet he wore to his audition and by naming his music studio "SUN St." after Arthit.

(This is a very minor point, but I don't think a homophobe would cherish a queer role to quite that extent even if it was their kick-off point. If anything, they'd probably try to bury the role and pretend their real success started later.)

- Perception of Sexuality -

I think the reason the IG story hits people so hard is because Krist's reaction makes it seem like he's horrified that people could even think he's gay. My understanding is that he was tired of people interrogating him about his sexuality.

Krist is very openly affectionate with the people he loves, regardless of gender, which is clear in the photos with his friends above. Thus, he's always been like that with Singto. They hug before every show, they sleep on each other, cuddle, what have you. All the stuff of people who have developed a tight bond over the years.

When Krist was asked if he was afraid that that would put off potential partners in the future (which, good god, the questions they're asked) Krist said he doesn't care how people perceive his sexuality.

This was in 2018, the year Our Skyy aired, and he's said similar things in passing before and since.

- Conclusion -

All of what I've posted here is just a slice of what's out there. This is just the stuff I could find with reliable English translations because I'm making this for an English-speaking audience. Krist's fans already know all of this, which is why he has queer fans in the first place, and a lot of them are just too tired by hate fatigue to keep correcting misinformation.

I'm not trying to get every person in the world to like Krist, I promise. He's not perfect. He's a loud mess, and while he has four cats who love him, they're also exhausted by him. I just happen to like loud, obnoxious people, especially when they're as kind as he is.

There are plenty of Thai actors I don't vibe with for any number of reasons ranging from serious to petty. You have my written permission to dislike some people.

The Instagram story he posted was a bad move, we're all agreed. He agrees. He's apologized multiple times over the years. Whether one accepts his apologies is each person’s right, and I understand if this is enough to turn people away.

I just hope it's clear that he's been a staunch ally of the queer community and remains so to this day.

Personally, I'm more upset about the question.

This isn't a question you ask anyone.

And this wasn't the first fan to ask him.

According to people who have been fans from the SOTUS era, Krist and Singto were both relentlessly dogged by fans about 1) their sexualities and 2) details about their relationship with each other. We've all likely seen it happen to actors today, but back in 2016, there weren't hundreds of BL actors vying for the spotlight, so the spotlight hit Krist and Singto in a way that we can't imagine today. Most of us, myself included, arrived in this fandom long after SOTUS's meteoric rise to popularity that ended up saving GMMTV from bankruptcy, but given how many fans still behave like they're entitled to know an actor's sexuality, I think it's safe to trust that it was relentless. Fans accusing Kit Connor of "queerbaiting" as recently as 2022 is proof of that.

At the end of the day, there are plenty of reasons to dislike Krist, just like there are to dislike any person on this planet. He's hyperactive, he's whiny, etc. He's not flawless, but I think he's more than shown through his actions that he isn't homophobic, either.

He's not some actor playing queer roles for clout. He's vocally supportive of queer rights, and he backed that up this week in the polls by voting for the most progressive party in his country who are actively pushing for marriage equality.

But like I said, you don't have to like him, so I'll end this post with a quote from a friend who doesn't like Krist for the funniest reason I've ever heard:

"I don't think Krist is homophobic. I just don't like him because he reminds me of every kindergartener who demanded my attention at the exact moment when I was carrying something that could spill – and then it did spill, and they laughed about it for five minutes."

[celebtf]

Dylan and The Extra

So I got cast as an Extra in this movie, didn't really know what it is about but it's extra cash and right now I take everything I can get. As an Extra you really don't meet the stars on set, you just do your job and they come do their scen and leave. I just to think every actor/movie star was a bart, acting all snobby, arrogant.

I was going in to Studio 17 to see the scene they were shooting right now and I also wanted to get a sandwich from the snack table, I have been here since 4am, I'm getting hungry at this point.

I got into the studio and see they are running through a scene and somebody yells

" Dylan, we need to in hair and makeup right now, to fix up the wig and some other stuff"

I saw Dylan Minnette run from place A to B and for the first time i started to find him attractive.

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" Hey Dylan, I'm sorry I had to rush you out of the scene so fast, we just needed to check the wig really fast " the makeup girl said, Dylan just looked at her and smiled a big smile. He actually loved this trailer because it was very quiet. " Can you please take of your shirt, just quick so it dosen't get messy before the scene " Dylan changed out of the yellow shirt and put it on a hanger.

" I'm so sorry Theresa, I need to run to the bathroom very fast before we start " Dylan said with a sad undertone and left the trailer

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I had been listening outside the trailer when Dylan and his Makeup person talked so I knew he was going to the bathroom, I quietly opened the door in to the trailer, his makeup artist was not there at the moment, so I took the shirt of the hanger and hide it and run towards the bathrooms.

I was in the bathroom and went in to a booth and I tried Dylans shirt on, and I heard the door open from the other booth.

I opened my door and I saw dylan drop to his knees in pain but I still tried on the shirt, it smelled so good, if I could get high on a smell, it would've been this.

Thankfully I couldn’t feel the pain myself, but I could feel a small light pleasure in my now too-tight pants, my dick was growing.

I went over to the mirror and saw my face changing, the hair went light brown, my stubble grew back. The Transformation made me sweat, I needed to get this shirt of right now.

" I look so hot, don't I, Dylan" I looked at the old Dylan who was in pain with a smile. " I would love to chat, but the makeup girl is waiting on me" I took the weak Dylan by his collar and locked him in the bathroom. I took the shirt in my hand and went out.

" One last check " I look so hot, I know what I will be doing later " I laughed and went back to the trailer.

" Hey Theresa, I'm sorry, I have a bad stomach today" I said, hoping she wouldn't notice the change in actor.

" It's okay Dylan, we all have those days, now sit in the chair so we can put the wig on, and then put the yellow shirt on again "

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Hii it's me, I'm hoping you guys understood the POV shift, it makes it easier for me too, even if it's a bit basic. Hope you liked this story, I try uploading every 2-5 days.

[bird-inacage]

Net x James: An important reminder that BL partnerships consist of two individuals and they are not just a single entity.

So the Netjames news has been a notable bombshell in the fandom of late, and I've been quietly observing this as it unfolded earlier this week, particularly the varying reactions and discourse around it.

In his statement, James explained that his current career goals are moving in a different direction, which has resulted in him pulling out of 'Love Upon a Time', and by extension his acting partnership with Net. He wants to explore his other avenues as an artist, whereas Net is presumably focused on acting for now.

With BL partnerships, we often see the two co-stars tied at the hip. Its part of the gig and it comes with the territory. They don't just work together on their project, but they do a huge amount of activity (both public and private) outside of that. They travel, perform, they do fan meets, press events, and spend a huge amount of time together as a twosome. So we get accustomed to seeing them as a united entity, which means news like this tends to hit harder because it feels akin to a divorce. This is one of the pitfalls of the Thai BL industry. When you create a narrative around two people who exclusively come as a package, it makes it incredibly difficult for both the actors themselves and fans to accept or make peace with any possible deviation from that. I think it's natural for any actor or artist to desire collaboration with different people: to develop their craft, to further their experience, to broaden their versatility. If sticking to only one working partner 'for life' doesn't work for them, I completely empathise with that.

In their recent Instagram lives, Net and James were clearly sad and their feelings still very raw. This led to a lot of speculation regarding any ill-feeling or fall out between the two. But such accusations can be harmful. Even in an amicable or mutual break-up where ending a relationship is in both parties' best interests - the two people involved are still grieving. Being brutally honest and transparent with someone close to you, that things can no longer continue as they are, isn't easy. If fans feel upset, just imagine how difficult this is on them both. When you've been nurtured as a partnership from the get go, your co-star whose always been at your side provides a sense of safety and familiarity. And the prospect of now moving forward without them is a scary new unknown. On top of that, they probably feel an immense amount of pressure and guilt in digesting the potential fallout and response from their fans. There will be trepidation in how well their careers will fare in the immediate aftermath.

Despite this, there are also positives to be taken from this decision. Arguably, Net and James were still in the early stages of their partnership. Bed Friend really put them on the map as a couple. So for James to come forward with this realisation now, before they got too established as a pairing was a responsible thing to do. I'm sure the last thing anyone wants is for their favourite artists to feel stuck or obliged to continue working together, which would undoubtedly lead to feelings of resentment eventually.

So respectfully, these instances are not to be taken personally or to be deemed as a betrayal of your support. After all, what we know of these artists is only a very small piece of their identities as people. It's okay to be devastated, but be respectful of their wishes. You can choose to continue supporting them as individuals, or choose to no longer support them at all - either way, you are perfectly valid and entitled to your choice, just extend the same courtesy back and be mindful of casting unfair judgement on their choice.

For me, it is admittedly a shame because I did see great potential in them both as a pair, and they had fantastic chemistry which could have been nurtured with more time and experience. Regardless, I truly believe they both have immense love for one another, and I wish them both the very best. They've just come to terms with the fact they no longer share the same vision for what they want in their careers. And that's okay.

(I will always be grateful that they gave us THIS iconic moment).

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ok y’all i finally finished the neflix live action avatar and…….don’t hate me……..but i enjoyed it 😭 my standards for entertainment is honestly on whether or not it entertained me, so honestly i question my standards.

first off, the visuals and score was absolutely amazing. the fight scenes were well choreographed, and the bending, which i was super nervous about, looked actually amazing.

i think we can all agree the writing and dialogue was pretty choppy at times, and the delivery could be better at times. but i also think (most) of the energy of the original characters was captured well. katara honestly got done the dirtiest because why was she so…….not passionate??? i’m hoping later on she gets more so because that’s a key trait of katara. i was very disappointed with that :/

what they did to suki too……..i liked her being a little awkward and such because it makes sense but i felt like too much of her character was dedicated to her having a crush on sokka. like where is her attitude, her ferocity?

i think aang was played very well by gordon cormier, especially considering this is a child actor we are taking about. his line delivery isn’t going to be great and yes he is a real boy so he can’t be as cartoony as some would hope but i think he was absolutely adorable.

surprise surprise, i loved dallas liu as zuko. i think there were some pretty whack line deliveries but he really captured the anger and cringeyness of zuko well. his martial arts were also also incredible, his fight scenes were my favorite to watch. the scene with him crying quietly on the bed when ozai banishing him shattered me, his subtle acting is underrated honestly.

i have my beef with ian ousley as sokka mostly because of the controversy and such, but i can’t lie he did play sokka well. yet again, as for the last characters, some line deliveries were iffy but he was still a very believable sokka.

so for the writing, i have LOTS OF OPINIONS. there were things they cut that definitely upset me, and that was just because of their lowkey questionable pacing. as much as i hate the slimeball, i missed a lot of the interesting parts of zhao’s story that they cut like his agni kai, jeuong jeuong (aang’s fear of fire??), zuko SAVING him. i feel like they had something interesting there with building a fake alliance with him and zuko, and they didn’t build more off it. [edit] that so, the dude who played zhao had me losing my shit. his line delivery was hilarious and i just love that zhao just gives that manager no one likes/that one creepy math teacher in high school vibes (only combination i could think of y’all).

the additions to zuko’s story was something i absolutely loved. i found myself actually getting very emotional with a lot of the flashbacks, and the 41st division being his crew 🥹🥹 but then i find myself being upset that we were shown other flashbacks so early (like the death of katara’s mother??).

i actually hate the hate azula’s actress is getting. she’s playing a 14 year old……like a 14 year old?? she wasn’t even in season 1 in the og so ofc she’s gonna not be the same, i’m hoping this means they’re building up her up to her fierceness in season 2.

one last critique PLEASE GET A WIG BUDGET GOOD LORD THOSE WIGS WERE BAAAAD. and also a lot of their costumes looked fake or like plastic this was actually my least favorite part 😭

overall, not as horrible as people make it out to be, i had a good time but obviously the og will always be the higher quality product. i’m just glad the young actors seemed to really be passionate for the project :)