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lucid-loves · 4 months

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Taste Like Venom ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 4

Pairing: Ghost x assassin!reader (fem!reader, no use of y/n, callsign “Hex”)

Word Count: 3.6k

CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, enemies to lovers trope, slow burn, fluff, clear attraction and sexual tension, smut later on, reader POV and ghost POV, minors dni, Soap lives in this AU

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Story Synopsis: After Makarov gets away once again, Laswell decides to force a favor from you, the world’s greatest assassin and best-kept secret. You are now expected to help the 141 with taking down Makarov in addition to playing nice with them. It’s hard to play nice when you have always worked alone. It doesn’t help that one of the team members, Ghost, gets curious about you in each interaction.

Chapter Synopsis: While you are alone in your own hotel room, the men talk about you over Italian cuisine. This includes speculation on Ghost’s feelings for you. Meanwhile, you are already gearing up for infiltration to tap the target building. Ghost decides that he wants a front-row seat to your show.

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Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10

Good God, authentic pizza was absolutely amazing. The standard for pasta was incredible as well. It beat the standard cafeteria food back on base by a landslide. The 141 grimaced as they thought about someday having to return to the food back home. Even the food they’ve eaten out of your fridge has been refreshing to their taste buds. Soap was the most vocal about his dread of the mass-cook cafeteria food as he devoured another slice of heaven. “Christ, going back to bland spinach and soggy rice is going to be fuckin’ painful!”

“Remember when they tried to do a taco night. Fucking hell, the lettuce was dripping fat like a sponge.” Gaz added as he took a swig of whiskey. It wasn’t the Italian choice of liquor to pair with food, but it was the 141’s choice. Not Ghost’s though. He missed his Kentucky bourbon.

“Last Thanksgiving was the most painful for me. Turkey was drier than my fuckin’ belt.” Soap chuckled, trying not to drip sauce onto the bed with how his whole body laughed with him. They were eating in one of the double queen hotel rooms, away from the public eye. When they were all together in a group, they often garnered attention. Such was the price for being such large, capable men.

“Anyone reckon that Hex is up yet? Food is gonna get cold.” Price inquired. They had saved some food for you. A plate full of different things since no one knew what you liked. Even Kate didn’t know when they called to ask her. Still, they tried their best anyway. And their best was getting cold on a ceramic plate.

Soap shook his head in refusal. “I’m not gonna knock on her door. The lass scares the shite out of me.”

Gaz laughed out loud. “Soap? Afraid? Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“Hey, you weren’t the one that nearly lost an ear! With fuckin’ car keys of all things.” He defended, taking a long swig of his own drink. He clearly wasn’t going to forgive you for that any time soon. It made him annoyed when he thought about the fact that you probably didn’t care.

Price shrugged and poured himself another drink. “You were kinda asking for it, Johnny. I think I would’ve nearly killed you too if I’m being honest.”

“Well, Lt. made the joke first and he didn't nearly get stabbed.” He continued to argue, looking to Simon for an answer on how it was different when he cracked the joke. Ghost just stared with indifference, sitting in the corner with his mask halfway up. Even if he was with the people he trusted with his identity, he just felt more comfortable hiding his face while he ate.

The room went quiet for a moment as the men thought about it. Out of all of them, Ghost seemed to be the one that was able to get the closest to you. You still pushed him away by miles, but it was definitely closer than they were getting. Kyle took another slice of pizza, the fresh basil so vibrantly green that it looked like it was glowing. “How do you feel so comfortable pushing her boundaries, Lieutenant? One attempt at our lives is enough for us to back off. Yet, you seem to keep going back for more.”

The men waited for an answer, an idea crawling into each of their heads. Price had already picked up on it by now. He noticed as soon as Ghost lifted you in his arms. Gaz vocalizing his observation out loud just now triggered Soap to realize it too. A slow, knowing smirk crept along Soap’s lips. Simon scowled at the insinuation, reading all of their minds. “All of you can bury your ideas six feet under. I’m just trying to get her to trust us. The mission will go a lot smoother if she does. The sooner we do that, the sooner we can go home.”

All of them returned to enjoying their meals, unconvinced by Ghost’s protest. Was Simon attracted to you? Absolutely. Did he like you? Well, he certainly didn’t hate you. The biggest problem for him was that you were dangerous. Not just from an ability standpoint, but from an emotional standpoint. While he did want to get close to you, he still wanted to keep you just out of arm’s reach emotionally because he knew that you would burn him. Poison him with that venom of yours. He knew if he really did fall for you, he would never stop falling.

For the sake of the mission and his own preservation, he convinced himself that you were only a temporary attraction. A beautiful woman with incredible power that will return to the unknown as soon as this is all over. His teammates knew better, though. In all their time of knowing Simon, he has never shown interest in women. Always too busy. Always too focused on work. Not even making time for hook-ups. When you came into the picture, you got his attention in a way they have never seen before. That meant a lot to them.

“Regardless, you have the honor of delivering our assassin her dinner, Lieutenant.” Price smirked, abusing his power as Captain to avoid feeding the feral woman next door. Ghost clenched his jaw, cursing out John in his mind as he got up.

The men continued their lighthearted conversation as Simon walked out, plate of food in hand. Taking a deep breath, he walked to your door and knocked. When there was no answer, he thought that perhaps you were still asleep. So, he took out his spare keycard to the room and welcomed himself in.

The room was dim, large shadows casing over the beige walls. A few laptops were running on the desks, already hacked into the security cameras of the target building. You’ve actually been up for a while and have been busy getting things ready for your infiltration. It was alarming when you woke up in your hotel room instead of the car at first. However, it didn’t take you long to figure out that someone must’ve carried you. You were pretty sure who it was, but you didn’t dwell on it. There was work to be done and you had wasted too much time with sleep.

Kate helped you get into their systems. From there, a layout of the building was mapped out along with the IDs of everyone working for Makarov. You have watched enough security footage to take note of the guard routes. All that needed to be done was planting the taps to allow you to listen in on everything. Nothing was going to be unheard. Not even the sound of a guard taking a bathroom break.

Simon watched you fasten a black belt tight around your hips that carried a collection of small throwing knives. You wore new pants, a long sleeve turtleneck with a hood, and boots. All tight. All black. His hands ached to reach out in order to trace your prominent curves. He wanted to feel the thin fabric of your shirt, the heat of your skin exuding through it.

Instead of that, he placed the food down on top of your dresser, resisting the temptation. “Not going to eat first?”

You didn’t even glance his way, something he wanted to fix immediately. “No. It will weigh me down. I had room service bring up some fruit earlier. It will tie me over until I get back.”

“You’re leaving now?” He questioned, anger rising in his tone. You should have let them know that you were awake. That you were set up with the tech. That you wanted to proceed with the mission with a lookout. You shouldn’t have intended to do this alone.

But, you couldn’t help it. This is how you have always worked. Besides, to you, there was no reason to waste time with unnecessary things like knocking on their door to let them know you were ready. What were you? A fucking dog looking to be let out? “Now is better than later. Security usually lets their guard down after meals. It’s not too late in the night to expect intruders too. Now is the optimal time for me to place the taps.”

Simon scoffed at your unapologetic reasoning. “And you were just going to do this alone? Not even someone to watch the cameras out for you? What if you get compromised?”

Here we fucking go again. You grabbed the taps sitting on the desk, putting them in a small satchel securely tied to your belt. “Can you not criticize the way I do things every fucking conversation? I’m doing what I do best, Simon. I’ve never been compromised before. That’s a streak I intend to keep.”

He stepped towards you, his frame menacing as he towered over you. Hearing your name come from your lips was still something he wasn’t used to. Despite that, he wasn’t going to let you do this alone. This time, his tone was gentle yet resolute. “I’m letting the force know and I’m going to monitor the cameras.”

Looking up into his eyes, you could see that he wasn’t going to waver from his decision. There was no point fighting about this, you finally decided. Not even twelve hours ago was your last fight with him. A part of you was getting tired of it. Stepping back towards the hotel window to leave, you threw in the towel. It wasn’t going to stop you from getting the job done anyhow. “Do whatever you want. I don’t give a shit.”

“Hang on.” Ghost stopped you, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist. He pulled you towards him, using the advantage of his strength to have you close to him. Anticipating you to either reach for your knives or strike him with your other hand, he prepared to guard himself. However, you never used the same trick twice in a row.

Like a forceful tango, you stepped your full weight forward to catch him off balance. You then pushed further as he was forced to step back lest you headbutt him, your hand now having the room to land on his chest with a quick, sharp force. In Simon’s fall, you swiped his sheathed knife from his own belt. Before he knew it, he was laying on his back on your bed, you straddling him, his eyes locking with yours that blazed with victory.

Ghost’s strong hand was still wrapped around your wrist, but your free hand had his own knife pressed against his chest. Right over his heart that was thudding against his chest like it wanted to break out. The hot blood in his body was pumping into overdrive. Not in fear of death. No. In pure, passionate attraction. He swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to still pull you down and kiss you through his mask. Even if it would cause the knife to be plunged into his heart, the thought of being able to share a passionate kiss with you didn’t seem like a bad tradeoff.

Tendrils of your hair fell past your face, framing a beautiful jawline he wanted to trace with his lips. The image of you gasping in shock and pleasure as he squeezed your hips flashed in his mind for a second. It wouldn't have been hard to do. His other hand was still free but frozen as you pressed the tip of the blade into his chest. He also imagined the potential sweetness of your tongue, giving him a taste of dessert after dinner. He wanted to be the one to catch you by surprise and submit to his will. Only, you would love it and beg for more through feverish kisses and the grinding of your hips against his.

Christ, he was getting a boner.

He wasn’t the only one who was feeling it, though. The sound of your own heartbeat was flooding your ears. You couldn’t seem to pull away from his blue eyes that so heatedly begged for you to come closer. The heat already felt from your body pressing against his didn’t feel like enough. Especially when you began to feel his growing hardness pressing against you. That just made your own sex tingle with need.

You got off of him quickly, putting distance between the two of you. What the fuck were you doing?! What the hell was wrong with you?! You haven't been with anyone for so long, but it was no excuse to get so swept up like this. Not with someone like Ghost. Not with someone like Simon Riley. You needed to get a fucking grip. Get your head on straight. Damn it, you were better than this!

Slowly, he sat up and cleared his throat, trying to pretend that what just happened wasn’t the sexiest thing he’s ever been through. His knife was tossed onto the bed next to him, your movements quick as you rushed to get the fuck out of there.

However, when Simon called your name, you froze. He sounded a little breathless, his voice making you shiver. “Hex, wait.”

Simon stood from the bed to grab something from the desk. Cautiously, he walked towards you, now learning his lesson that it wasn’t a great idea to just grab you so suddenly for multiple reasons. At a slow pace, he opened his large palm to show you a small earpiece. Still being careful with his speed and touch, he lightly brushed your hair behind your ear and inserted the earpiece for you. You flinched as his fingers brushed against your jaw, butterflies erupting within you.

“You’ll be able to hear me through this. I won’t say anything unless I really have to. You’ll be able to talk to me through it too. Whatever you want, whatever you need, just say it.” Ghost promised.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You feared that using your voice would reveal just how flustered you were over what just transpired. Instead, you gave a simple nod and headed back to your window.

The nighttime breeze flooded in as soon as you opened the window, the chill seeping into your bones. Good. You needed to cool off. Without looking back, you slipped out into the night, leaving Simon behind to wonder if supposed enemies were supposed to be attracted to each other like this.

The shadows concealed you, the moonlight accentuating them on every surface they could touch. Quietly and quickly, you moved from shadow to shadow until you stumbled upon the targeted building. From the outside, it looked like a rundown, abandoned office building up for sale. The place was hidden away, tucked behind the forefront of what Italy wanted to offer instead. Beauty.

You watched armed men standing guard, looking out into the alleyways for enemies. Sticking to the shadows, you crept along the side of the building before spotting an open window just above you. Taking a deep breath to focus your mind, you sprung into action. With a few wall jumps, you were right in one of Makarov’s weapons depot.

From the laptops back at the hotel, Ghost carefully watched the footage, almost holding his breath as he searched for you. His team gathered into the room once he told them you had left already. They had assumed that all the time he spent missing with you was just him helping set up the tech. He didn’t correct them on this. Like you had said before, never underestimate the power of assumptions.

Relief washed over his shoulders as soon as he saw your figure invade the building. Just as fast as you had entered, you hid, dropping a tap that was modeled to look like a dead fly onto the dirty tile. The place was dusty, the smell of stagnant air filling your lungs. The men here didn’t care about the cleanliness of the place. Fortunately for the 141, that meant that they wouldn't have to worry about anyone cleaning up the “dead flies.”

All of the men watched the footage as you swiftly made your way from room to room dropping flies. Soap double checked to make sure that the enemies’ own footage was still scrubbed as you worked. Regardless, you moved so carefully that any video of you just looked like a weird, black glitch. You were in your zone. This is what you did for years. This is what you have secretly missed doing.

Every move you made was calculated, following a strict regime based on the men’s own schedule. As you dropped more and more taps, Price began to check if they worked on his end. Sure enough, they could hear everything.

Gaz noticed that Ghost’s body was rigid, his eyes refusing to leave the screens. He was keeping track of you like he would lose sight of you if he blinked. Wanting to ease his worries, he began to prepare some tea using the hotel’s electric kettle. Kyle was always one to look out for his friends like this.

A hot cup of black tea was placed in front of Ghost, the smell already releasing the tension in his muscles. Gaz pat his stiff shoulder. “She’s gonna be alright, bruv.”

Ghost gave a silent nod, finally taking a moment to let his eyes wander off of the monitor to have a sip of tea. Now that he was more relaxed, he viewed your movements in a more admiring way. None of them could pull off how smoothly you moved. How easy you glided through like a gust of wind passing through. Even when you were close to an enemy, you kept your cool, refrained from killing, and moved on without detection.

You were a god damn modern-day ninja. A fine one at that.

In less than an hour, you had swept through the whole building without detection. Every tap was planted. Not once did you hear Simon in your ear either. You were glad. You felt like if you heard his voice through the earpiece it would break your flow. But, a part of you did yearn to hear his deep voice so close to you.

Getting out was the easiest part. Having no one seen you come in, you took the same route out. When you came back through the window, you were met with grateful smiles and words of praise that were foreign to your ears. Ghost wanted to be the first one to say something about your skills, but loud-mouth Sergeant Soap beat him to it. “Damn, Lass! I think you just set a record for 141!”

“That was quite impressive stuff there, Hex. It was like you were never there. Kate was right about you.” Price grinned as he thanked you in his own way.

Gaz hopped on the headphones to listen to the taps as soon as his Captain moved. “All of them are working just fine. I’ve only ever seen moves like that in movies and video games. Job well done!”

You were unsure of what to do with all of this attention, never having experienced it before. When you worked alone, there was no one to tell you that you did well when you got back. You didn’t know if all of this flattery made you feel good. In all honesty, the confusion you felt about it made you a little sick to your stomach.

Weaving past them all, you grabbed your cold plate of food that Simon brought to you earlier and left without a word through the door. After receiving some worried glances from his soldiers, Price provided some words of reassurance. “Don’t worry, men. Hex probably isn’t used to having people wait for her like this, let alone praise for good work. Give her time.”

As the team brought back some of the tech to monitor from their rooms, Ghost stepped out into the hallway to look for you. He initially thought that you would be in one of their rooms to use the microwave, but you were nowhere in sight. While he wanted to keep looking, a call by his Captain to help made him call it there for the night.

And so he spent the rest of the night bunking with Soap, listening in on private conversations and thinking about you. Meanwhile, you spent your night eating a cold dinner alone on the hotel rooftop. Overlooking the city, your own mind occasionally wandered against your will towards Ghost and how it would feel if his heat saved you from the autumn winds chilling your skin.

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thoughtsforsoob · 5 months

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txt - how they show their love

A/n: I know I’m not the only one who thinks about how sweet these boys would be to their s/o :( I need my own heuning kai please. (Ugh I hate myself bc I know guys can be sweet and my last relationship was so terrible :/ I forgot I have standards. If a boy/girl puts you down, you leave them immediately!) anyways, please enjoy okay? Make sure to drink some water and have a yummy snack. Please send requests as well! Requests are open for texts and writing for nct dream, txt, and a few more.

{this one is quite long bc of the bullet point format so I added the "keep reading"on this post!}

soobin

He shows his love in such sweet and subtle ways.

One of these affectionate things he does (that I personally love) is him gaining interest in your hobbies.

He will sit there and watch you do whatever you do with literal heats in his eyes.

Please help, his pupils are actually changing shape. Jkjk.

Anyways, he always asks you questions about your hobbies and will even try them.

also, he likes to be taken care of in a relationship so he shows his love by looking at you with the upmost adoration when you're leading him somewhere, for example

he gives you this lovestruck eyes when you're pulling on his arm through the mall

he loves when you order for him when you go out to eat

you and him are literally the meme where the girl goes up the counter and says "he said no pickles >:(" and he's just standing behind you with a little smirk on his face

yeonjun

He shows his love through providing for you.

He's overall is the embodiment of the word ‘gentleman’.

He always opens the door for you when entering the car.

He holds your hand tight when you two are rushing through the train stations during rush hour.

He also always pays for EVERYTHING.

He gets irked when you try to pull out your card/cash to play for anything. He frowns and gently moves you to the side and he pays.

Afterwards, he sits you down and tells you that he wants to pay and that you should let him because he loves you so so much.

Let him because he will literally cry if you don’t let him pay.

beomgyu

he's just a little silly guy so he show his affection through lots of physical contact and time together.

I say this later on for huening kai but he looooves hanging on you!

he’s like a little monkey

he just likes when you pretend to be annoyed because it makes him feel accomplished (he’s so annoying but I love it 😬)

Also like, calls you at 2 am

“baby I’m outside your apartment please come down”

“Beomgyu where are we going? It’s 2 am?”

“First of all, WHO is Beomgyu? Second of all, we’re going on a walk and there will possibly be snacks if you cooperate”

taehyun

He shows his love by looking after you very closely.

He leaves you daily reminders to take your vitamins, charge your phone/laptop, eat or drink something, etc… he wants to make sure you’re healthy and prepared for the day ahead of you.

He also always makes sure you’re not missing things.

One particular thing he does is restocking your pantry and fridge and also other personal care items.

If he notices you’re running out of your favorite drink, favorite snack, pads/tampons, etc, he will stop at the store to get them for you before heading to your apartment.

He also likes to have sit downs with you at least once a week and talking to you about your week.

He buys fancy masks and your favorite drinks so you two have spend a few hours de-stressing with each other.

heuning kai

He is very into physical affection so he shows his love by hanging on you in public.

Once he get the green light from you, he practically begs his company to let you both go public with your relationship so he can hug you and kiss you in public.

He loves coming up from behind you while you’re waiting for your coffee orders and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and tells you he love you sooooo so much.

He also shows his affection through gifts.

Surprise gifts at that.

He loves catching you off guard with anything from stationary to a new designer bag.

He’s a great gift giver because he pays close attention to the things you love.

#txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt reactions #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening kai x reader #tomorrow x together

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winterchimez · 6 months

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🔎 — the 007 files

James Bond—or rather, the public was more aware that his code name, agent 007, has been working behind the scenes for decades now. imagine this: what if the agent 007 that you have come to know of was actually more than just one person? what if the famous group The Boyz were all agent 007 working under M16. buckle up as you access M16's top secret operative files, aka the most famous missions these individual agents have succeeded in.

A/N: why hello my fellow readers! i present to you a tbz x 007 cross-over collab series!! i've had this idea for a while now and thanks to @sungbeam who gave me the genius idea of hosting an open collab (and co-planning with me) for this!! i'm so so excited and i really hope this doesn't flop lmao 😭 so yes, please feel free to join the fun! 😉

🔎 STARRING: the boyz x f!reader/oc // g.n!reader/oc

🔎 GENRE: crime, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive, smut (only for 18+ writers!!), assorted pairings (more to be added)

🔎 WARNINGS: will be stated in each respective files!

RULES & REGULATIONS:

↬ choose a tbz member & a bond film to start off! you may write the story loosely based on the storyline of the film/a certain scene(s) inspired by the film itself! or alternatively, write it based on the themed song for the specific film you have chosen! (eg: sangyeon - the spy who loved me)

↬ slots will be first come first served! in total there will be 11 slots for 11 members

↬ only tbz member x reader / tbz member x oc!! no tbz member x member for this

↬ as mentioned above, writers will have the option to choose to either write a female/gender neutral reader/oc!

↬ minimum wc would be 1k, and there's no maximum so feel free to write as much as you'd like! pls include a "read more" feature after your summaries/genre/warnings/word count/a.n.

↬ you are allowed to write any genre you like! pls make sure you're over 18+ if you wish to include smut in your work.

↬ no sensitive topics will be allowed (eg: su*c*de, r*pe, r*cism, etc.)

↬ i will be making a discord gc for easier access, updates, and even brainstorming with one another! it will also help me loads with any announcements i will be making. joining in would be highly encouraged (though if you choose not to that's totally fine by me, just keep me regularly updated in my dms!)

↬ the project will officially kick start off on December 1st 2023, and you will have till March 31st 2024 to complete your work! if ever you wish to drop out / need a bit more time to publish your work pls do let me know!!

↬ fill out this google form to secure your place in this collab :) (key: shaken not stirred)

↬ lastly, reblog this post, @ me in your fics & use the hashtag 🔎 — the 007 files in your works!!

FILES:

Lee Sangyeon — The Spy Who Loved Me @winterchimez

Jacob Bae — The World Is Not Enough @snowflakewhispers

Kim Younghoon — Goldfinger @daisyvisions

Lee Hyunjae — Skyfall @kkinou

Lee Juyeon — For Your Eyes Only @juyeonszn

Kevin Moon

Choi Chanhee — No Time To Die @maessseongs

Ji Changmin — Casino Royale @sungbeam

Ju Haknyeon

Kim Sunwoo — On Her Majesty's Secret Service @kimsohn

Eric Sohn — From Russia With Love @cloverdaisies

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yawntu · 1 year

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Golden Hour

A/N: ngl i’ve been fiending to write more Tsu’tey but y’all can’t let me become a one trick pony fr. This one’s a little self indulgent my legs be kicking and shit. This isn’t proof read but will be eventually LMAO. I just wanted to get it out bc ppls were messaging me, I tried giving u actual plot this time. Sully reader, Neteyams twin <333 why does tumblr always eat the end half of my posts what the FUCK

pairing(s): Ao’nung x (Sully)(f) Reader

word count: 10k

warnings: NSFW MDNI, weed oop, squirting, 2 little slaps but they’re not hard, consent king, mating, standing sex?, dacryphilla, semi public, a little bit of degrading / mean bits but not really, he just thinks you’re real pretty idk, size kink, brat taming if u squint readers got a bit of a catty attitude, you both have attitudes, idiots in love, PINING, idk i have a soft spot for idiots in love, Ao’nungs so in love with u, i’m about to start getting ppl to read these over and do the tags for me bc idk how to

na’vi glossary: skxawng: moron, Ole’eytkan: clan leader, kurkung: asshole, vrrtep’ite: demoness, Nga yawne lu oer: i love you, tanhì: star, kxener: I took park of the word that describes the act of smoking, idk I’m out here making up Na’vi slang.

Perhaps you were in such a delightful mood today because of the rich scented soaps and the pretty shimmer body oils that left your skin hydrated and vibrant after your bath, or perhaps it was the fact that Tsireya had just done your hair with little pearls and shells the night previous.

You’ve grown to love so many things that Awa'atlu offered you. You think, however, that your favorite thing was the sheer amount of turquoise geothermal warmed springs scattered around the bustling seaside village. You had often found yourself alone now that you had grown up, appreciating the peace that solitude brought you. Soaking in the warm watered spring of the mangrove beaches not terribly far from the village only added to said peace. Besides being a good place for one to watch the sun rise in the morning, it was also a good place to be left alone. As it wasn't an increasingly popular place to bathe it meant you got to spend your morning with pretty scented soaps, oils and creams while eating fruit and enjoying a kxener all in your preferred solitude. It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with friends and family- in all honesty a war torn childhood made you appreciate them and the peace you now lived in even more.

A fact you attempt to remind yourself off when an obnoxious smack of feet against the rocky grounds of the warm springs past the mangals pull you from your fruit eating haze. Your head snapped over to the sound, ready to scold someone for disrupting your tranquil morning- yet your eyes fall upon Aonung’s advancing form. You can’t help but allow a quick smile before your act begins. Your faux scowl at his towering approaching form.

“I literally just got in, what could you possibly want of me this early in the day?”

It’s a lie you tell as you lean back on the rocky wall of the spring, pointing two accusatory fingers towards him. You had been in long enough to quickly wash your hair and body. Even enough time to oil the ends of your hair, and though you were quick with it if he ended your bath here you’d at least have enjoyed your little acts of self care. No doubt you’d have to get dressed and follow him somewhere to help with something you’d much rather not be doing on your supposed free day. If the Eyktanay was saunting over to you, then no doubt your perfect morning would be a fleeting moment crushed to dust at your feet.

He gives you an look of dumbfounded distress, brow muscle jutting up into an arch while his lip curls up into a contemptuous grin,

“And to think I thought we were dear friends who enjoyed each other's company, vrrtep’ite,”

He is silly looking, as he squats at the edge of the spring, large imposing arms dangling between his legs, his tail curved towards you, eyes unnaturally trained at the horizon despite the fact he’s apparently cross with you. You can’t help but grin up at him, enjoying the quips and banter he often offered you; yet showed you enough respect as to not oogle at you.

Part of you was surprised to have him stumble upon you, as of late he is usually too busy to share a moment with him before the eclipse. He grabs the kxener next to your bowl of fruit, and the flintstones, barely looking at you. It’s endearing, how he holds the smoke between his full lips, his too big hands managed to spark rocks together to light it. For his towering frame, Aonung moves rather gracefully. His jaw is sharp as it clenches when the herbs spark at his face, eyes fluttering. You watch the muscles of his neck and shoulders flex when he puts the tool down and moves to hold the kxener with his left hand. He grabs a berry motioning towards you,

“What?”

His voice is haughty as he notices you staring. Even as he talks out of the corner of his mouth, lips holding the kxener smoke from fully creeping past his pointy white canine and incisor. The way his face contorts makes you giggle, resting your arm on the rock he was perched on,

“I don’t know. It’s silly seeing you act so civilized,” you say as you run one of your nails down his ankle to mess with him, “Decide you want to enjoy my brunch, huh? What, wrestling a tsurak too brutish today?”

He is instantly making a face, mimicking your voice in a faux girlish shrill as he finally grabbed hold of what he was smoking, seating himself fully, then plopping the fruit in his mouth giving you a displeased look.

It had been a long time since he was a truly troublesome, rough edged hooligan and though you would have still called him a hooligan to this day, Ao’nung was proud of how he had grown. Though he had his stubborn and even volatile moments he had won the close friendship of your twin brother, and even the younger siblings he once put in perilous danger. You had all long let that dead pa’li lie.

“You are the jungle savage,” he jokingly sneers, handing the kxener back down to you, then poking at your forehead for annunciation.

The mix of the thickly sweet and tangy fruit on top of the sour, peppery and earthy taste of the kxener is pleasant, but the fact that you can taste the balm that was on his lips is what makes your tail swish slowly in the water.

“You’re mad your mother likes me better than you right now,”

You nod matter of factly to the freshly added tattoo creeping up his shoulder, an obsidian addition to his growing collection. Ronal was displeased with who had done it, not so much the design. Soon he'd be covered in them, rarely a part of his pretty face untouched by ink. Ronal knew this, yet it was in her nature to be argumentative. You didn’t stick around for the argument as by the time Ao’nung walked completely into their home, you and his sister had made a quick dash out as to not inherit the wrath of Ronal. The two had been bickering over everything since.

“Ha!” His laugh is boisterous and booming like the storms that would crack down over the ocean, “I am my mothers favorite! She’d drown you before-“

Drown was a funny idea. And now that he didn’t have your lit morning smoke in his hand, there was nothing defending him from your swift hand clutching the wrist closest to you, dragging him forward into the depth of the spring. It was a quick decision really, you had been a little shocked you did it considering if you didn’t pull him with such force he’d have surely hit the rock you were currently seated on- and this rather foolish quick decision meant that poor Ao’nung was as equally not prepared for the assault. The splash of his bulking body is huge, unceremonious and forces you to quickly turn half your body to avoid the brute of its wave.

The mischief is worth it as he rises from the water unharmed yet in disbelief. His sea-foam eyes wide open, curls sticking to his forehead as they fall from his silly little bun. Seeming to be dumbfounded that you dared to pull the practically aquatic man into such waters. As if he hadn’t stepped towards a rocky plateau as he stood up, and that the water barely reached his belly button.

“At least you did not drown-”

Perhaps if it wasn’t for the pesky second eyelid of the Metkayina then the water would have blinded him long enough for you to playfully escape from the splash he sent your way; far too powerful of a crime as the ends of your hair rewet and stick to your torso. It’s a foreign feeling as your hair had already begun to dry under the intense heat of the sun previously.

“You’re the worst out of the lot of you,” he interrupts himself with a sneeze from inhaling the water he wasn’t prepared to breath in, “i’m still clothed, skxawng,”

It makes you laugh, he seems genuinely annoyed but it still bemuses you. They were always wet and in and out of the water. How could it have possibly mattered to him, you were sure he’d have gone diving once he was content with ruining the peaceful start of your morning.

You knew him. You knew he came here to pick on you in his usual manner until something else caught his attention and he’d leave you alone and unfortunately missing him. So you’d enjoy your moment of terrorizing him back. You liked humbling him. Especially now that he’s growing closer and closer to being Ole’eytkan.

You obviously wouldn’t have ever grown to be as forward with your hazing had his sister not emboldened you; and though he stands ahead of you, almost posturing, you both knew there was an unspoken rule that Ao’nung lets you tease him. Though you danced across the exasperated too-far line, Ao’nung would take a great deal from you with a playful surrender. You huff the herb one more time before passing it to his dripping form, a peace treaty.

“You interrupted my bath, it is only fair,”

You’re far too occupied with how soft the almost too warm skin of his hand was when it was wet, and the tantalizing shivers it sends up your arm when your fingers make contact with him to notice that he sees you. Maybe he had inhaled too much water as you had caught him off guard, or maybe he had just inhaled smoke too deeply immediately after you had stolen the physical breath from the vacuum of his lungs, but Ao’nung is entirely too entranced with the moment that plays in front of him that it makes him dizzy.

The sun rising behind him was finally starting to lose its pinkish hues, casting warm golden rays onto your freshly washed glassy skin. The oils across your azure skin reflected the sparkly luminance that only the crushed up shells of Awa’atlu could provide. He can’t help but think the sun looks its best reflecting off the amber of your eyes. Though you are one of- if not the most beautiful girl- he had had the pleasure of knowing, the golden rays of the rising sun dancing across the apples of your supple cheek weren’t where his eyes have trailed to. In fact, your long hair moved slightly from where it had been covering your out of the water torso. Though you had never really worn much coverings, the fact that you were not only nude, but comfortable enough to be relaxed nude around him made his chest feel just as fuzzy as his head.

He’s glad you’re lost in thought so he can take a split second to stare at you breast without you noticing, despite the almost painful desire to stare at your gracile forest form he doesn’t want to be caught staring. He’s only been caught staring at you once- not by you of course. For someone so clever he was surprised you were so oblivious to the world around you sometimes. No- he had been caught staring by your twin brother who had rightfully punched him right in the back, making contact with a rather fresh, and rather painful tattoo. Though it turned into a light hearted, overly rowdy horseplay between friends, Ao’nung understood the undertone. If he touched you, Neteyam might just kill him.

“If you wanted me to take a bath with you, you could have just asked,”

Why in Eywas great paradise did he say that? He was just thinking about how your brother might knock his teeth out for the fact that he had been staring at your bare chest and he felt as though stupid mouth spoke on its own accord.

He was glad you turned so red at his words though- probably out of anger at the implication. It overshadowed how he had embarrassed himself- drew your attention away from the embarrassing mauve heat creeping up his own neck. He hated how visible the contrast of flushed skin was compared to yours. The splash of the water you sent towards him forces him to hold the half done kxener far above his own head.

“I’m surprised you even know how to bathe, kurkung,”

He thinks it’s cute how quickly one arm covers your chest as you go to sit up slightly- suddenly very aware that you’re more exposed then usual, despite the fact you didn’t seem to care before- reaching to grab at his arm and try and snatch the kxener from his hand. It’s his turn to laugh at you know, and plop himself down on the water smoothed stone you had lounged on.

“I’m very clean actually. It’s hard to have such magnificent hair,” He hands you the kxener and with his other hand motions to his bun.

You snort, rolling your eyes and taking the herb you had both been using as a peace treaty from him. Your body turns towards him, head propped up on one of your pretty delicate hands, and the other holding the kxener to your pretty plump lips. Had he not embarrassed himself once already he’d have just sat here and blatantly watched you smoke in the morning light.

“It is going to grow thin if you keep it up all the time,” You motion to him.

Though you knew it was probably a pile of talioang dung, and that his hair would be fine despite the past five years of his well known bun- you couldn’t help but love when his long curly terraces fell down the expanse of his prodigious back. You wouldn’t waste an opportunity to convince him to keep it down.

“I’ll tattoo my bald head,” he’s grinning when he tells you, mimicking the way you had propped your head up on your hand, and reaches to swirl one of your own wavy strands around his finger, “Probably shave yours in your sleep to get back at you for jinxing me,”

“Your mother would scalp you if you did such a cruel thing, very unbecoming of the Eyktanay,”

You mock his status over you. He supposed that was fitting for you. The eldest daughter of the Toruk Makto was sure to have an issue with authority,

“Well this is rather unbecoming of me. I could be doing countless other things but sitting in a spring with you smoking a kxener and watching the world go by,”

His argument is valid. Though you know he’s joking there is a twinge in your stomach. An argumentative spark that tells you he isn’t joking- that he did not prioritize you the way you had grown to prioritize him.

The snippy comment rolling off your tongue dies as Ao’nung’s shoulders hunch slightly, leaning his head further down into your space. At this point you were close enough that he could hit the rolled smoke from your own hand.

It was ridiculous. Evil even. How Eywa dangled what you wanted so cruelly in front of your face. The cruel waltz of tension that has suffocated the friendship as you aged. The fact that you can feel your stomach drop at the feeling of his lips so close to your fingers, could taste the shared air between the two of you. Here you sat almost stunned in the shadow of his form.

The Metekyana were large- huge even. An’oung was large amongst them. Well into ten feet you’d assume considering he was ever so taller then his father when he stood straight up. In comparison to his big, stubborn bull-head, your sylphlike hands holding the mostly finished intoxicant to his tantalizing lips looked delicate and small. He could break you. He could toss you around like a rag doll and you’d even thank him after.

You feel bad for the addled look on your face, it’s just been increasingly vexing growing into adulthood due to this bastard. You know you really want to be grinning at his close proximity and the fact that he trusts you so close to his face with something burning. You should be cooing over the fact that he flutters his pretty eyes closed and admires his long eyelashes. Yet you couldn’t stop the bubbling of an attitude under your skin. You knew you were attracted to him, most people had known you had fancied him. Especially when he had grown comfortable enough around you to privy you to the earnest, callowly charming and flustered side of him- but there was something about the way life turned out that kept you both in this tense ‘we aren’t together’, but we are very obviously much more than friends.

You were an older sister at your core. Bossy and with a desire to be the center of attention; Ao’nung thought it was a game to play, and would never fall at your feet the way you charmed others into. At least he’d put up a fight in the pathetically self imposed game you had both committed to.

“Others would gladly take your place, leave then, find somewhere else to be,” you find your resolve finally, after your embarrassing pause.

With a roll of your eyes, you snatch your hand from his lips. In annunciation of your irritation you had stood up slightly, careful to not remove your body from the turquoise waters of the mangrove spring as you began to move towards the end furthest from him.

He doesn’t really like the years-long game you’ve been playing at this moment, and he really doesn’t like that you have moved away from him. He’s tired of competing in this ridiculous long winded courting ritual with you. He’s been at it since he had made you sob when he left Lo’ak outside of the reef all those years ago. It was the first time Ao’nung had been embarrassed by his own actions. He had been spoiled his whole life, taking whatever he could want- and for the first time he realized he had taken something from someone else. He had taken happiness from someone. He thanked Eywa for letting Lo’ak return relatively unharmed, and swore the wretched sobs that had fallen from your lips never again even ticked the back of your throat.

Year's. Years he has gone out of his way to emulate the humility you so easily radiate. You had forced him to grow; for year's he's learned how to be a man who deserved you. He wasn't a perfect man, in his eyes still not very deserving of you; he was still loud, impulsive and painfully cocky. It’s probably what had pushed him to wrap a large hand around your delicate wrist, unceremoniously pulling you back until the back of your thighs touched him, tail squishing between you and the muscle of his thigh.

Though Ao’nung would pride himself in the fact that you haven't sobed once or even cried often in years, he can't say you didn't hiss. As you are right now, a soprano squeal of a hiss right in his face. Now that the kxener was finishing you were pleasantly buzzing; and the quick drawback of your body had made you dizzy. It’s not his actions that have you embarrassed; you're embarrassed your stomach is fluttering at the feeling of coming into contact with his legs and torso, comfortably aware of the heat he added to the warmth of the water. You try to hide the embarrassment of being close to him like this with only half-real annoyance. Had you not been so civilized Ao’nung was sure you would snap that pretty little jaw at him bite a chunk out of his face,

“I am naked!” Your voice cracks as you yelp, hand landing on his thigh, using the waters aid to help elevate yourself off of his lap, mortified as you were far too close to the water's surface to enjoy the privacy the turquoise water had provided you with yet the idea of your bare skin on his was somehow scarier.

“I am not,” he remarks, taking the kxener from you, moving the hand that had grabbed you to land on your thigh.

You freeze in his lap. Now that the sun's completely up there's nothing to hide you. No beautiful colors to bounce off of your face that you can pass off the blushes accreditation.

“Sit and finish it, you wanted to enjoy a relaxing morning- you do not seem so relaxed,”

You blame the softly buzzing high for the softness you feel for him at this moment. Assuring yourself that his stupid oval head wasn’t terribly handsome and that his warm blue eyes didn’t make your chest tighten. You wouldn’t admit to any of the stupid love sick thoughts that have plagued your mind the entire time he’s been here with you.

More so, you certainly wouldn’t admit that despite his usually rowdy behavior and need to bicker with you, sitting against his imposing form made you feel safer than ever before. It was the work of a herbal paranoid if he dared poked fun at you for how it did not take much convincing for you to sit yourself down on his lap. Flinching at the feeling of the fiber of his tweng against the nude back of your thigh and glutes. You hope he doesn’t notice, even going as far as to lay your head on his chest before doing as he told you and lifting the dwindling end to your lips,

“Don’t you want to finish it?” you ask him, refusing to look up at him. Instead you stared intently at the sun over the sea. He runs his fingers across the expanse of your shoulder.

“It’s yours, I want you to enjoy your morning. Besides, unlike you I have real things to do this afternoon,”

You huff at his jab, knowing he respected the work you did around the village and the aid you offered his mother. A small part of you aches over the lingering idea that he didn't think you enjoyed the time spent with him.

“I've already enjoyed my morning. It’s not often the future Ole’eytkan spares time for me and graces me with his presence,”

You know he's busy, you'd never actually hold that over his head. And when you feel him move your hair off of your shoulder and lay his head on top of your own you almost feel bad for reminding him he’s so busy. Especially when he so sweetly caresses your decolletage as well. You didn’t understand how you always danced this edge with Ao’nung. Years of this pining and yet you’d both always end up here. Stuck in a strangely intimate moment that neither of you would dare go past. You are glad to finish though, finally tossing the item that had kept you both in this painfully frustrating stalemate, maybe you’d go sulk the rest of the day as he was busy doing Eywa knows what.

It’s your ego really, that makes you want to end the morning. Or embarrassment. How could you be sitting naked on top of him; how could you have let this go on all morning. Not just this morning actually, how could you have played this game so long with him when you were so unsure of his own feelings.

“I’m going to prune though so we should get out,”

Your voice is snippy when you speak to him. Hurt evident in your voice as you look up, and finally notice that he’s staring intently down at you. Committing the sight of your nude lissome Omatakyan form perched on his lap to memory. His wagging tail rippling the water and allowing him to watch the waters reflection dance across the bare sapphire of your skin. You were often close to Ao’nung. He didn’t make you uncomfortable in the slightest. You had sat in similar positions, been casually intimate- hell when you were younger the whole group of you would sleep in piles. Being pressed against him wasn’t new to you, yet this is very different. He had made the situation you were in very different in the span of minutes.

“Ao’ i’m serious-“ your voice cracks, “We’ve been here far too long, i’m sure someone will come looking for you-”

“Only me, you and Eywa here,”

It’s said with such a coy yearning you can’t help but flush purple. It wasn’t often that he had ever caught you off guard- at least not to this extent. Despite his usual impulsive nature he was usually relatively predictable when it came to you,

“Y-you’re never serious,” your ears flatten, when you try to turn your head, however his hand is quick to catch your cheek, and he uses his thumb to smush both together.

It’s not as easy for your tail to wag submerged in the water, not as easy as his does. You’re fighting against the water but you can’t help the flick of your tail- there was too much going on. You felt too much. You’re not really sure why you keep up the charade. He knew you had a great deal of admiration for him surely he wouldn’t have drawn this out had he not been interested in you?

“How could I not be serious when the most enchanting woman in all of Pandora is looking up at me like that?” and his big hand is dwarfing your cheeks and you can swear that you’d choke if you spoke, “Huh? All shy now are you?”

You weren’t shy. How could he call you shy? Shy was hiding away from him or avoiding conversation. He couldn’t call you shy if he did things to embarrass you into dumbfounded silence.

“You drive me ins-”

Your scold dies at the feeling of his kiss on your lips. It’s soft and his breathing against your face makes you smile. It's embarrassing how instant the grin is. How can you be mad when he’s kissing you finally. Perhaps you’d just say you were throwing a nantang a bone when your greedy berry stained tongue eagerly glided across his lip, or when your hips dug down into his lap, curling your tail around his thigh. Ao’nung could justify that his hands gripping and groping frantically as your sun warmed torso pulling you back into him was him doing the same.

And when one of your hands falls to caress your nails against the skin of his lower abs he can’t stop his hips from jerking and thrusting upwards into you, sending your body jostling up. Prematurely ending the oral exploration of both of your tongues.

There’s a string of his saliva connecting you together and his hands brace your jolted form. He means to ask you if you’re alright much quicker then he does. He can’t help but get distracted by your pretty flushed cheeks and with your wide amorous amber eyes. It set him a thrill with a sense of his own stomach warming bliss. He can’t shake his worry though. Worried he had pushed too far too suddenly.

“C’mon, you’re not ready for all this yet,” he rubs his nose against yours, and lets you kiss him softly again.

He paws at your hip, and then motions back towards the village with his head breaking your lips apart. How could you have possibly wanted to go back to the village now? You give him a queried look at his cocky barb,

“Perhaps you’re the one not ready for me,”

The raillery in your voice is a comfort that would have made his knees buckle had he not been seated. He smiles, because he knows you’re both right; and his cheeks hurt from the grin as he watches your eyes flutter close as your noses touch once more. A magnetic force that kept bringing your faces close to one another. You couldn’t see him now that your eyes were closed and you were enjoying the comfort of being close to him. It made him shift in his seat. You couldn’t see him. Not now. Not when he wanted you to see him so terribly. See how hard he had worked for you- see how badly he wanted you to just tell him you wanted him so he could move past this terrible feeling of insecurity he had over you. Then again perhaps, he thought it meant more in this moment that you knew him. Knew him so well that you could see past his coyness. As if to coax him further you bite down gently at his lip.

How could he leave you wanton like this? He relishes in the the sweet wiggle of your body at the gentle press of the pads of his calloused fingers roaming the length of your spine and dancing across the valley of your breasts. Soft and slow—just for the sake of caressing you. He has wanted to touch you like this for as long as he could remember. None of his lingering touches or platonic embraces could pale to the invigorating pulse your skin against his gave him. And he’s barely touching you- ghosting over your pretty sapphire skin and you’re trembling. Trying to squirm away from his lithe hands as to prevent his gliding fingers in their pursuit towards your peaked nipples. He’s sure the drag of his fingers as he groped at you was probably more tortuous than any direct overstimulation he could cause you but he wouldn’t grant you that clemency. Not until he feels satisfied that you’ve been disproven. That he was more than capable of taking care of you, more than ready to.

Ao’nung is competitive, and you know this. He knows you know this. How often have you both gotten into trouble over silly competition? He can’t help but huff at the thought that you knew how to press his buttons and roll his hips up once more. The sound of water squishing between where you meet makes your ears fall flat against your head and your nails dig into the soft skin below his abs.

“Ya, yer gonna see,” He moves with you easily, sliding from under you and propping your knees up on the smooth stone you had both sat on previously, standing behind you.

Ao’nung casts an imposing shadow over yourself and the ground around you. The water only offers to cover you to the top of your thigh, rendering you the most exposed you’ve ever been for him. You can’t help but shift your weight and squirm at the feeling of Ao’nung wrapping his hands around the freshly cleaned halo of curls that were your last sense of modesty. Now that he’s pushed your hair over your shoulder there’s nothing stopping him from seeing all of you. You attempt to focus on how the ends of your hair dip into the water, or how tan your freckling hands and arm appear next to the light lime wash of the smooth stony structures of the springs.

You feel strange, knees on the smooth stone you had originally sat on, palms bracing yourself on the stoney ledge as his prodigious hands dance up and down the shape of your curves while he causes in the water to plop rhythmic against your skin as he gives into his desire to rut against your form quickly. He is even quicker to catch himself and return his focus to you. You should feel much more vulnerable than you do at this moment- quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. Yet the cooling overcast of his form protecting you from the sweltering rays of light made you feel far more secure then you had previously thought.

It’s tantalizing- dizzying even when you feel his fingers run down the expanse of your back. It was easy for him to become distracted with the enchanting visage of your form arched prettily in front of him.

He knows you were right. He was nervous. For more reasons than one. Firstly the longer the sun made its ascension into the sky the more likely anyone could have the misfortune of stumbling upon you. More importantly he knows he should not mate with you right here. That you deserve much better than this. He aches knowing this is the closest he has ever gotten to it despite years of literally grasping at sand for the chance to be mounted over you like he was now.

Ao’nung did not have the resolve of a man you deserved though. He couldn’t swallow the anxiety he felt over the fact that perhaps if he didn’t come across you today someone else would have. And you would have been bent over for them. He wanted to do this much better for you- as cliche as it sounded. Yet, when he watched his hand dwarf the intricate and soft dips of the dimples that framed the sides of your softly twitching tail, his resolve snapped.

“Yer’ gonna be my Tsahìk?”

He watches you jolt under his sudden slurred words, the added stimulation of his left palm gripping the pliable sphere of meat that was only centimeters from his own longing groin adding to your need. Gripping just a bit too roughly. He didn’t mean to handle you so impolitely, he could not bring himself to have any resolve as his fingers curl against your skin to pull you apart for him. He’s embarrassed at how excited he is to receive the reward of your pretty moan at his chilling intrusion. He had been blessed with hearing your whiney groans and faux whimpery cries many times before, but he had never been privy to such an entrancing sound as your desperate moan.

He can’t stop his upper body from clambering down, hands quickly bracing his imposing form down on the same rock that held you up. His face instantly in the visible crook of your neck. All you can do is turn and gaze dumbfounded at his hand that twitches almost too closely to your own while you listen to him practically pant in your alert ear. His panting breath cracks in your ear when you raise your hips slightly, the feeling of the ridge of your tail, and curve of your ass against his ever throbbing manhood results in his own guttural moan followed by a sloppy open mouth kiss under your ear.

“Ao’nung, please,”

You don’t know what you’re pleading for him to do and he can’t believe you could be the one pleading right now considering how tightly you had wound him up already. He can’t bring himself to understand the complexities of your own emotions when he can now fully feel his body on top of yours.

“Please what, huh? Want me to mate you? G’onna be mine?” He enunciated his words with uncharacteristically gentle kisses to your neck.

You hear the wet plap of him forcing the fabric of his tweng down enough for you to feel the weight of him on your back. You’re unsure if the tender caress from your sensitive belly up to the valley of your breast from his free hand is what makes you shiver, or the feeling of the heavy tip of his cock that still manages to hang down onto your body despite Ao'nungs desperate grip at his own base.

Instantly one of your hands reaches to clasp around his wrist that has moved electrifyingly close to your breast, dinging your nails into him ever so slightly, causing him to jerk slightly. You huff at the feeling of his tip smearing precum across the small of your back.

“I thought you wanted me to enjoy my morning- why must you torture me instead,”

There was that pretty desperate whine. That inexorable and perpetual babble that you put on to get the things you wanted from those around you. He wanted to say he had better resolve then them, but the sound of your frustration laced whine has the weight of his cock twitching against the pudge of your ass. The wrist you had grabbed onto continued its ascension up your body, fingers dancing up your neck until he could hold your mandible.

It’s endearing really, the view he’s greeted with. With the easy squish of the cute chub of your cheeks together between his big hand, he’s effortlessly forcing you to look up at him. The Metkayina were expressive, maybe because they signed to each other a great deal- you wouldn’t know. But you’d still thank Eywa for it, as you can’t deny the aura of pure desire that radiates off of his face like the heatwaves the morning sun had begun to cast across the horizon. Eyes blown out wide, and the ends of his kiss swollen lips curled into a soft smile.

A soft smile that doesn't match the feeling in your stomach when his big hand leaves your ass and wraps around the base of your kuru. You swear you see Eywa in his eyes, and he swears he hears her in your gasp. He’s quick to push his lips back onto yours despite the unnatural position. And though your spine and neck ache from the arch he has pulled you back into you can’t help but clank your teeth together as you kiss again. You’re not sure who’s spit is all over you both; all you know is the sloshing sound of your mouths and the embarrassing sound of water sloshing at the disturbance of his rocking hips that ground his twitching cock against your ass. He wanted to reach down and force your tail out of the way so he could relish in the feeling of you hammocking his throbbing cock- but he had something far more important to deal with.

The most beautiful girl in all of Pandora was sparkling in the sun below him, and you wanted him as terribly as he wanted you. He really did want you to enjoy your morning and promised himself you’d enjoy every morning after this one too.

“I need you,” You’re whining into his mouth.

The very woman he has painfully longed after- the love of his life- was moaning into his mouth as he kissed them. The huffy and croaked out, “Need all of you,” should have been all he needed to hear from you. All he had ever wanted to hear from you. Nonetheless, Ao’nungs egotistical charm was a facade. In actuality he was terribly insecure. In fact he couldn’t truly wrap his head around how he had even gotten this far with you. He grounds himself in the feeling of your heavy breaths against his lips before he speaks,

“Tell me how bad you want tsaheylu. Tell me how bad you want me to be your mate,”

He doesn’t mean the growling undertone of his voice, or the side to side grind of his hips against your ass, but he loves the feeling of your cute little tail rolling over his cock at the motion and he can’t control how good he feels. Your wide eyes would be enough consent, the adoration in your topaz iris unmistakable.

“Nga yawne lu oer,”

One of your hands reaches up to hook around his neck, letting your delicate hand wrap around the base of his own kuru. And in the same breath you just loved him in, you assure him-

“I see you, Ao’nung. I see the real you. I want you so bad,”

He would normally laugh at the weakened tug at his kuru, but all you want is for him to kiss you again. How could he laugh when his pretty girl is begging him so nicely? How can he not kiss you once more and run his big hand down your delicate kuru. Dance his fingers across the pretty, intricate and adorned goddess loc protecting it. Had he felt a bit meaner he would have twisted the little curls that escaped it’s end just to hear you squeal and whine.

He had more pressing matters. Something far more interesting for him to focus on. You had a bundle of nerves practically dying to be connected to him, flailing tendrils kissing the bottom of his abs. Desperately swiping across the water slicked skin of his stomach looking for his own nerves to curl and wrap into. You wanted to feel him. All of him and it drove him wild. By the time his fingers trail the nerves of your tswin you’re crying. Actual tears that clump your pretty long lashes together and redden the tip of your cute crinkled nose.

His throat hurts. Choking on his breath at your sparkling tears. He can’t help but use one strong arm to cradle you into his body, pulling your torso taught against his own and relishing in the feeling of your boobs squishing against his arm. He tries to sooth you, hushing you with a voice uncharacteristically gentle for the man you had spent the end of your childhood roughhousing and bantering with.

“Shhh, tanhì,” his head is besides yours again, and you welcome the feeling of your cheeks rubbing together, and the gentle nuzzling of his face into the crook of your neck, “Nga yawne lu oer, why do you cry pretty baby?”

He feels you clench below your tail when he asks, and he feels bad for the bead of precum that squeezes on the dip of your spine again. Your soft quivering,

“‘s too much,” as you shake your head a bit, “feel’s too much,” your rounded red eyes peer up at him again. You’re blushing now, purple and pretty for him.

“Let me feel it with you then, ya?” Your noses are slotted against each other when he moves to speak against the crown of your head, ending his question with a kiss to your slightly furrowed forehead. He lets the arm bracing you against him slowly begin to tweak your ridged nipple between his fingers. Letting himself enjoy the feeling of it hardening between his thumb and pointer finger, “Please, Ao’- wanna feel you,”

There’s a chuckling undertone in his huff as you drop forward on your arms again, bracing your palms onto the watery ledge. Though he had wanted to pull you back up, the sight of you arching your back and grinding yourself back into him grants you reprieve from having to hold yourself up.

It was almost difficulty, shaking your hips against him as well as you could from your knelt position, yet the stones assault on your knees was barely an afterthought as you had finally arched yourself in such a way that Ao’nung’s balls had finally began to drag blissfully across your swollen clit.

He doesn’t think you’ve ever sounded so pretty. Practically purring under him and gasping as you grind yourself against him and he paws at your breast. He’s proven wrong when he watches you jolt at the feeling of the hair at the end of his kuru raise towards where he dropped yours against your back. You feel the teasing kisses of his own tendrils on the skin just before where your own danced wildly waiting for him, “One more time baby, tell me you want me. I need you t’be sure,”

Had you not been driven mad by the slow pace he had subjected you to you’d have felt bad for the obvious crack in his voice. You hated that he thought you didn’t love him, it’s what drove you to reach up and grab for the base of his own braid,

“Ao’nung if you don’t i’m going to lose my-“

You don’t finish your reprimand. You can’t. Not when you feel his tswin latch onto yours, pulling you tightly into him. Tsaheylu. You had ridden ikrans and ilus of course- but this was different. Like a rush below your skin that left you panting in his arms. You had never felt like this before. Never throbbed like this before. All you could do was squeal as a relentless wave of wetness practically leaked from your twitching cunt. In a desperate attempt to ground yourself from the sudden rush of fire across your body you raise you hand from the base of his own kuru to the mass of curls held up in a bun.

You didn’t mean to yank at the tie that kept them out of the way. In fact, you were shocked when his inky tresses fell forward, covering you in a curled veil of obsidian and forcing you to drown in the smell of salted ambergris of the sea and smoke that was permanently locked in the ringlets of Ao’nungs mane. It blocked you from perceiving anything that wasn’t him, not only could you feel him, you couldn’t see anything besides him. He had engulfed your senses the same way he had engulfed your mind.

“Oh f-uck,” Eywa save you, his throaty whine makes you drop your body weight against the arm that had originally only been ghosting across your breasts, rendering you into a blubbering pile of putty forced to listen to him practically moan into your ear that, “I had no idea you were feeling so good baby,”

You can hear the swish of his paddled tail as it escapes the confines of the spring that you’d blame the sweat accumulating on your body to. You can feel how absolutely delighted he was. Though you couldn’t physically see where your nerves became his you couldn’t shake the picture between your eyes. As though the pretty loop of your braids had been branded behind the eyelid of your third eye by your mate.

“Ma’ pretty mate wants me so badly,” his opposite hand meanly grips at the fat of your hip, pulling you up to him.

You felt like a rag doll, pulled up against him just so he could grind you up and down against his length. He can understand why you were crying now. You felt a lot of emotions for having such a small form, it’s probably why you had the attitude problems you did. The mixture of panic and uncontrolled longing that tickled the pit of your stomach was an addicting feeling to him however. He makes a cruel grab at the base of your tail caressing his thumb on the smooth, sensitive skin under your tail.

“You’re either gonna move your tail out of my way or I'm going to move it for you,”

He’s straightening his back a bit as he speaks, arm sliding to let you go slightly, though his grip on your tit stays firm. Almost too quickly your tail curls up to give him a view he’s been dying for since he’s stumbled upon you this morning.

You’re swollen and flushed and so wet. He wonders how long you’ve been this sticky. And you don’t even care that he’s practically drooling over the sight of your pretty tail curled up because that pretty useless head of yours is too busy swirling with silly little thoughts about how much you loved him. He was sure it was some evolutionary effect to get people to keep having kids to keep their species alive, but to Ao’nung nothing has ever felt real to him. Maybe love was a scam for everyone else, but for him? Eywa herself couldn’t offer him more than the moment in front of him.

“Prettiest thing I ever fucking seen,” His hand had to leave your azure tail to palm at himself. He had only just began to realize how badly he was throbbing for you, “Need you so bad too,”

You rub yourself against him, pushing one of your hands down on the rock to offer more pressure

“Ao’nung please, i’ll be okay you can-“

You’re cut off with your own shaken breath when you feel him rub the blunt end of himself against your sticky slit.

“Nu-uh,” he’s hunched forward over you again, rubbing the head of his cock against your slit, “you can’t take it like this,”

It’s your turn to feel shared panic. Not that you focus on it, choosing to clutch to his arms as the speed of his steadily rubbing intrusions picks up. It feels good. Too good on your still stoned, too stimulated body. Too good considering you can feel how good he feels. Every time the tip of his cock slides over your swollen clit and catches another glob of slick that only makes it easier to speed his assault up you moan.

Your thighs clench against him, but it does little to deter him. Not at his size. Not when he’s obsessed with the fact that he’s so much bigger than you. There wasn’t a thing you could do to keep him from making you cum. It really was foolish for you to clench your thighs. It only served to create a new angle for him to rub against. The smile you can hear in his moans is almost as embarrassing as the sloshing sound of your cunt at the enjoyable pace he had set.

He really did want to finger you, he wanted to feel your pretty cunt clench down around his pointer and middle finger too terribly but he can’t avoid the painful throb of his cock any longer. He’d been ignoring the pulse of his lower stomach since he had first seen the heavenly image of you sitting nude in the water watching the pink and lilac sky kiss stars goodbye. He was glad you seemed to like the intrusion of him practically jerking himself into you. Coating his cock in the enticingly scented albumen of your slick. He could cum probably, if he wasn’t already buzzing with overstimulation.

The naive part of him is confused when he watches your hips roll away from him, thighs clenching. Maybe it means you want him away from you, but all he can feel is the part of you screaming in his brain to keep going. So his hips follow yours so he can continue the sloppy drag of his cock-head though your folds. He’s starstruck when he catches on your clit rather roughly and is gifted with the sight of your spazzaming leaking cunt.

He’s so occupied with the liquid leaving you’re pretty swollen hole that the hand holding your chest up drops down to your tail again, yanking your hips up. He drops his cock from his hands to continue his assault on you with his fingers to rub faster then he previously was. You scream and he’s never been happier. The sight of him holding you up by your tail (that now wraps up around his forearm) while you brace yourself up by your hands as he rubs an orgasm from you, extending it as far as he could.

He knows he made you feel good and it only adds to how good he feels. If he was a bit more shameless he’d have probably busted the second you started leaking onto his swollen tip. His patience was almost in vain as he watched you lay your head on your arms, sitting up on your knees more to arch your back for him.

“Ao’ wan’ you to feel good too,”

So considerate of him always. He can feel the throb of your pretty pussy from where he still holds your tail. He laughs a little, he can’t help it. It’s a little mean when he sends a softish spank to where your ass meets your thigh. It’s mostly just to see your pretty body jolt under him, and to hear your pretty whine but it’s also to give him a second to compose himself. He’s not trying to claim your pretty azure skin with his cum yet.

And you look at him with those pretty slitted eyes, plump lips curled into the softest snarl he’s ever seen on your bratty little face. He doesn’t mean to so unceremoniously hunch down to catch your face in his palm and kiss you. He’s just so excited that he finally has what he wants.

“I can put it in ya?” He mumbles against your lips,

“Gonna let me make you feel good?” He questions again, and it’s his turn for a twitch to shoot up his cock to the soft patch of fat below his abs at your pretty moan.

“Ao’ you can! You y-you don’t have to ask,”

He ignores the amusement over how snappy your sentence started, yet ended in hiccupy adoration filled stumbles. Once again he’s lining himself up against your slit, and with the added force you can finally feel the girth of him. You’re thankful he hasn’t let you see him fully yet, worried the sight might have unsettled you more than the feeling.

He has to refrain himself from shooting forward, shoving you full in one snap of his hips. Has to stand up and slide his weighty dick between your cheeks to lay it on your back just to remind himself how deep he’d be in you. Sliding against you for a few lazy thrusts just to admire the view. He's dumbfounded at how intrusive his cock would be in comparison to whatever Omatikaya loser Eywa had intended for you to be mated with before he had set his eyes on you. One hand moves to spread your cheek one more time, the other returning to its place on his cock to help guide him between your folds. He starts groaning as he pushes the tip in.

Warm. Fuck you’re warmer then the suns rays on his back. Warmer than the heat his downed hair traps around him. And you match his moan. A hypnotizing harmonization that’s only paused when he feels a foreign stinging. A warm burn where he had never felt pain before, and though it was nothing more than an inconvenience he couldn’t stand the idea of his girl in any pain. You didn’t even get a chance to whine at the stretch before two if his large fingers are clamoring over your bud, trying his best to roll tight figure eights to lessen the sting for you.

Ao’nung can’t help but be confused. He can feel you slicking up his cock as he pushes in, the sheer wetness welcoming him in with almost ease. The only resistance the clenching muscle could offer against his intrusion was the sheer tightness of it.

Why is one hand reaching up to dig your pretty nails into his thigh, to scratch and push at him even though you’re feeling so good? Do you forget he can feel you? Can he blame it on you feeling too good? He’s not even half way into you and yet your hips keep stuttering away from him. He’s even paused his movement to appreciate your little huffs over being split open on him,

“You are alright,” you feel one his hands wrap around your waist, guiding you to sit up on your knees all the way out of the water, forcing his cock to slide out slightly. He makes sure to guide your face up towards you, forcing your eyes to lock on his.

His big hand then sides under your thigh and pulls your one leg up. It’s an embarrassing display, Ao’nung holding one of your legs up against your chest so he could force the remnants of his aching cock into your hole.

“Ya yer pussy knows it’s mine. Good girl sucking me right in,”

Both of your round exultant eyes are locked onto each other as he bottoms out, his words making you clench down. You marvel at the flush of his face and the hiss that falls past his teeth after the wet plap of his balls hit your ass. You swear you can feel him against your fruit filled stomach. As though he had truly impaled you on something. There was no way he could have prepared you for such a stretch. It was nothing like any of the self imposed violations against your cunt by your own fingers- what Ao’nung was doing to you was entirely different. This was beyond any girlish fantasy that had ever crossed your mind about the man.

"I need a second please-wait,” you sound so desperate for someone who knows that he’d never think of pushing you past your limit- not this time, not like this. Not when you’ve been so kind as to let him mate with you. He doesn’t answer you, kissing up and down your neck and shoulders. Allowing himself to bite and suck as he rolls your clit between his fingers,

“Deep breath baby, I already taught you how to breathe. Don’t make me do it again,”

There’s a smile against your throat as you feel him suck particularly hard, it makes you smile too. You don’t know why you listen to him, taking in a deep breath and craning your neck to lay against his chest.

His ego has skyrocketed. Feeling how much you liked being crammed down on his dick while he played with your pretty clit, legs spread wide for him. He hasn't even really gotten started and you feel twitchy like before you came. He can admit you’re clouding his brain quicker then he intended. He hadn’t felt so brain dead since his very first rut (which he had spent the entirety of silently fixated on you). He doesn’t really mean to shift his hips, doesn’t mean to push his fat cock deeper into your sweet little hole-

"Ah fuck, too big- it's too big!"

The sight of your furrowed eyes looking up at him makes his chest tighten and his dick a little harder. You didn’t mean it- even if he could feel the aftershock of the burn that dances across your nervous system into his. He knows you don’t mean it cause you’re grinding your pretty cunt against him. Chasing the high his fingers against your clit are providing.

“Stop ya whining,” he knows he’s been nice enough to you. Which is why he pinches down on your swollen clit ever so gently, twisting softly between the pads of his fingers ruining how close to a second release you were. It feels good when it makes you jump and impale yourself deeper against his cock, "Maybe you're just really fucking tiny,"

And with his words he begins the slow roll of his hips forward. After the few experimental rolls of his hips in conjunction with his comforting mumbles that you would be fine, Ao’nung feels that he can finally pull almost all the way out of you. You hate the feeling of being empty so suddenly, and are almost too loud when he begins to deliver shallow thrust into you. The water of the spring is splashing below you, and the sound of the spring mixed with the violent wet slapping of your skin together would alert anyone who got too close to the springs as to the torture Ao’nung was putting you though.

As if he is reading your mind (he probably is in one way or another) his mean hand grips the fat of your thigh tighter, and forces the leg higher in effort to open you more- so far even that you feel your lips part completely- as he uses the fat of your thigh as reigns to deliver deeper thrust.

“Ya yer right, anyone could walk out here with your legs wide fuckin open for me, huh?” he starts, and you wrap your tail around his torso to keep yourself stabilized against his thrusts into you, “Toruk Maktos daughter getting fucked stupid in public,”

He’s biting you again, just to hear that pretty little squeal and feel your pussy clamp down on him. He knows he should wait just a little longer before revving up the brutality of his pace- but the sight of you drove him to madness. And feeling your fingers reaching up to knot into his hair and yank only spurs him on more.

Feeling you cum felt better the second time then the first time. Is dizzying how quickly this one crashes over you. He’s a little disappointed that there’s a lack of liquid to splash against his muscular thighs this time, but promised himself your third would be messy after seeing the creamy ring you left around his cock. A welcome addition of more lubricate so he could comfortably drag against your spongy wall. It mind numbing how good it felt to fuck you though it- he was sure you were tearing up his thighs with your pretty up kept nails but he couldn’t be bothered with the white hot burn when he feels the lingering throb of your orgasm.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, baby,” he pleads with his lips against you, thrusting at an almost animalistic pace.

The up kick in the power of his thrust distracts you. You don’t move quick enough for him as he growls, smacking at the bundle of nerves between your legs. It’s all it takes for you to jolt and snap your arms above you and wrap them around his neck.

It knocks the wind out of your smoke assaulted lungs when his other arm loops around your other thigh. Heaving you out of the water into his arms. You see the world from an uncomfortably high angle as he stands straighter. Gasping as you grasp the inky tendrils of his hair in a painful tug.

“Oh fuck,”

It’s sinful, the way he’s slamming you up and down on him. Bouncing you in the air like a toy. Small and weightless in his hands as he used you to cum. There was an ache in your hips at the position, the sea breeze against your exposed cunt only edged you on more though. You were shaking in his hands, and he’s never seen you so delicate and vulnerable for him- he’d be sure to make fun of how quickly his dick turned your sour bratty mood into nothing but a brain dead euphoric smile.

“All you fucking needed all these years, huh?” he asks you, “Woulda saved me so much grief if I had just mated with you then, huh?”

He isn’t expecting an answer, just mindlessly babbling to himself as he slides against the spongey spot of your cunt. It’s amazing to him how you jerk in his arms, stretching yourself backwards to clutch onto his neck better, straining your head sideways to pull at his hair and yank him into another sloppy kiss. Your wet lips are chilled by his breath as he pulls away,

“Touch your pussy for me baby, I wan’na cum so bad,”

As if he needs to feel your orgasm rip across his nervous system to make him cum. How could you deny the pretty aqua eyes pleading with you. It doesn’t feel as good when you do it considering you had grown so used to his much larger fingers padding against you but it still felt good. Too good to be so dirty. Too good to be mated in the early hours of the morning in a public space. His hips jerk up to match the painful drop of your ragdolled body against him and it makes you see stars. Stars that were successful in blinding him as well.

“Ya that’s it baby, don’t stop-“

It hurts to clench down on him. The painful snap behind your belly button could only be met with you dead weighing your body down deeper onto his cock and the fluttering push of your plush cunt.

He could have topped over with the speed he used to look down over your shoulder. He didn’t want to miss the sight of your pussy cumming for him. Not when you show him how much his pretty pussy can gush for him. He thought the small splash of liquid from your first orgasm was squirting- but at the sight of the liquid that sprays against the rocks ahead of you his thrusts grow sloppy. He doesn’t know how he was so lucky to have your juices splash up into him but he’s thankful for it- never wants the smell of you to leave his face.

How can he not want to cum at the feeling of your body completely giving into him. Laying limp in his big arms while he fucked up into you. There was no clenching resistance of your fluttering hole or pulling yourself up off of his body. Only his pretty girl in his arms getting filled the way no other man could ever fill her.

He hates how bad it hurts to slide out of you when he feels himself starting to cum. You offer no support in keeping his composure as your fingers slide down from where they rested on your cunt and gently caress the tips of your fingers against his tightening ballsack.

“You’re gonna make me cum,”

He knows he’ll never live down the breathy gasp of his words or moaning the way he does for you. He prays no one is within earshot of the wanton moans that leave his throat but he can’t help himself. You’re so wet and warm and tight. He swore there wasn’t a pussy in all of Pandora that would milk him half as well.

And Eywa, when he finally finds the strength to give in and pull out and your small palm wraps around the head of his cock, twisting and jerking him until an embarrassingly fat load shoots from him- he can't stop the loud growl that his moans turn into.

He would accredit the buckle of his knees to the fact that you were failing at aiming his cum towards your belly due to the erratic jerking of your hand against the tip of his cock, sending his cum not only over your pretty body, but shooting haphazardly onto the floor and most likely into the water. But the real reason for his weak legs was the sweet and huffed way you were babbling that you would love him forever.

#avatar x reader #avatar (2009)#avatar the way of water #ao’nung #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung smut #avatar fandom #avatar smut #neteyam #sully!reader #aonung x reader #aonung smut #aonung imagine

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accio-victuuri · 8 months

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CPN : Why the Camera 📸 is driving us mad 🫶🏼

sometimes i forget that not everyone will get the reason why a certain number of cpfs are screaming about something. or if they do, is it because of only the present candy or is there a history behind it. this is something i find hard to gauge and i usually just post very quickly in hopes that people get it. most of the time i have a post about that “history” and link it but for this one i did share some bits but not enough to connect the dots.

that’s the purpose of this post, to hopefully connect events and make sense of the story.

Let’s start with the whole “LEICA” story and why we think it’s a gift to match ZZ’s. Back in April, there was a whole CPN about an alleged camera that was good for vlogging given by WYB to ZZ to take to Milan. It’s a Sony camera, but the point is, WYB gave ZZ a camera to take to his trip abroad in Europe. Now it’s ZZ who is allegedly giving him a camera ( Leica ) to take with him to Paris. Both are big events related to Fashion week and while they cannot be together, giving each other a proper camera is a way to to be connected. It’s an incentive for them to take photos and share with each other after. Apparently, taking photos from their iphones or their team’s camera ( take note, WYB was with someone holding a proper camera with a big ass lens too ) is not enough. They should have their own.

The reason why this made us all 👀 was we were already speculating that WYB had a new camera back in Mid Autumn Festival.

This is personally why I was screaming cause the clowning is correct. Even before we saw WYB in the streets of Paris using the actual Leica camera, turtles were already guessing he didn’t take the Moon photo with a camera phone. Based on the quality, dimensions and size of the file. All the more how accurate the kind of camera is.

( excuse the auto translate but you all get the point, it’s leica — a proper camera, not a phone. this was posted 9/29/2023. )

Also Yibo-official added fuel to this because instead of reposting and giving the same greeting like they usually do, they praised Photographer WYB. 📸

This was out of the ordinary, it’s like they know something. Turns out, they do. WYB has a new camera that he is playing with ^^

ZZ has a leica camera. This should not come as a surprise knowing part of his job before is being a photographer.

( for reference some of XZ’s known camera/s. the ones used in commercials tho, not sure if it’s his. )

ZZ is Leica Q2 ( spotted as early as 2019 ) and WYB is Leica M11. It’s so freakin expensive. WYB is many things but he is not exactly a photographer. Yes, he takes photos for his personal documentation and shares it to friends. Sometimes, he shares to the public, but I don’t think an amateur will buy something like this. He may be rich and the cost of this is virtually nothing to him, but I personally feel like if you’re starting out, you wouldn’t choose this. All the more buy it as “i-need-a-camera-cause-i’m-going-to-paris” purchase.

The CPN is, ZZ, who knows his way with cameras/photography and only wants what’s best for the love of his life —- gives him this, and what better time to play with it than a trip abroad. The Moon photo is him testing it out, and maybe he already has other photos that he just doesn’t share.

This is actually on brand for this couple. Matching Gucci lion head necklace? Check. Matching Shoes? Check. Matching clothes? Check. Matching phone case? Check. Matching Apple watch? Check. So this Couple Camera is part of a pattern and makes sense 🤍

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#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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phyrestartr · 5 months

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HOUND | Miguel x M!Reader

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 1 W/C: 2.5K | Part 1 of 2

Slight NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, part 2 ends on a positive note, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, sorry there's lore lol

Note: Wanted to post this bad boy in full, but the second half sorely needs some revising T-T It should be finished and up fairly soon, though! I hope this is ~intriguing~ for those who like darker stuff! Also I did a light edit on this part, but I really just want to get it out so lol sorry if things sound stupid/don't make sense asdjkf;l

There exists a cure.

That's what Alchemax declared. And it was the truth, just not the full truth. Not something the public would be happy with, anyway.

The so-called "cure" was…unreliable, only recoding the RNA of select individuals for a reason that Alchemax's geneticists struggled to identify for the longest time. But after combing through the files of each expendable inmate and finding similarities, it became clear: those who'd been in the presence of nuclear energy, or high amounts of radiation, were suitable candidates for the vaccine.

"Guess it's a good thing we didn't shut down those mines," Aaron had sneered at the board meeting. "Otherwise we wouldn't have the army of immune mutants running around for us."

Miguel rolled his eyes. Sure, the idiot wasn't wrong, but he was taking it too far; plenty had died because of their experiments, and plenty more of the "immune" were sure to die with the unknown side effects of whatever the vaccine was bound to show in a matter of years (or in mere months, if they were unlucky).

"It's a start," Miguel begrudgingly added. "But intentionally damaging civilian RNA with radiation, and then repairing it with S-2099, especially when we're not aware of any side effects yet? The UN won't have it. Can't imagine civilians would love it either."

"Well, it's either get bit and die, stay afraid and die, or get painlessly exposed to a blast of radiation and then maybe die if 2099 doesn't fix them like we think," Liv offered with a shrug. "I, for one, would be honoured to die in the name of science."

Miguel coolly looked over at her. "Thanks for volunteering."

Liv's expression twisted. The energy in the room would've exploded if it hadn't been for Stone's interjection.

"We will not be commencing civilian trials. Not until success rates increase with approved subjects provided by the state." The man spoke so steadily, so reasonably, like sacrificing the lives of orange jumpsuits meant nothing.

They were dismissed soon after. Screens flickered out, holograms faded, and Miguel found himself alone with the other few scientists left at their Nueva York location.

He stayed seated, vaguely aware of the others filtering out and murmuring amongst themselves, but his thoughts demanded his attention–he knew, even if the government didn't approve of essentially soft-nuking colonies of survivors, that Tyler Stone would find a way to do it, and would label it an accident. The man, his birth father, was ruthless, cold, calculated–

"Sir?" A voice, your voice, cut through the silence. Miguel looked over his shoulder and found you still waiting, standing perfectly still by the door.

"Sorry, I was just…" Miguel sighed and rubbed his face before standing. "Nevermind. Don't worry about it."

Of course, you didn't say anything, instead nodding wordlessly and following your ward out of the room. Each step you took was punctuated by the shifting of your firearm against your thigh and the heavy thumps of your boots against the polished floors. Miguel used to hate your presence, think it unnecessary, but soon he grew to feel comfortable with you as his shadow.

You, his powerful, mutant guard dog.

"I can't fucking believe what this is turning into," Miguel muttered on the way to his quarters. "Too many unanswered questions, too many risks. And they don't care? We haven't even run further simulations yet–and we can run simulations with different alpha rays and different subject samples. It'd be harmless." The door hissed open and Miguel walked in, sorely wishing he could slam the door for once. Why did everything have to be automated?

"In. Now," Miguel called when you stopped short of his residence. You obeyed, wandering inside before the door slid to a close behind you, and locked.

You had reason to be nervous, Miguel knew that, too. Each key scientist in the building was assigned one of your kind, one of the immune mutants, and were free to do what they wanted with them. Sex, torture, chores–all of it was on the table. All of it had been asked of your kind. Done by your kind. Miguel figured that was why you kept a wall up. You hardly spoke, didn't request anything, never complained–all in an effort to keep the peace between you and your owner.

Miguel threw his white coat aside before stalking up to you. "Let me see," he mumbled as he held your jaw and tilted your head as he shone the light from his phone into your eye.

Your pupils reacted at twice the speed of a normal human's, growing into the tiniest of pin pricks when the bright white flare assaulted your senses. Your eye twitched the slightest bit, but you remained still for Miguel.

"Reactive. Not dead. That's good." He put his phone away, and examined the scarlet blotches contrasting against the natural hue of your iris. It was a relatively new side effect experienced by most of your batch, but you were amongst the more severe cases, if not the most severe case. Most of his peers didn't seem concerned by it, and Miguel could understand, seeing as it appeared to only be cosmetic, but the increased reactivity of your pupil accompanied with the bloody colour intrigued Miguel enough to keep tabs on it.

"Any changes lately? To appetite, sleep, anything?" He asked as he let go of your jaw, nearly smiling as you tried to follow his touch for a moment longer like a sleepy cat. "Maybe neediness?" Miguel teased.

You huffed lightly through your nose and looked around the main room of Miguel's living space. "Tired, I guess."

Miguel's nerves smoothed with the sandpaper scratch of your voice. "Tired. Might be the anemia again. We'll draw blood tomorrow, see if you need supplements or another infusion." Miguel found himself mumbling now, going on about your health and your changes, wondering out loud what the best course of action would be to help you adjust to whatever was happening to your body, but you didn't say anything. You never did unless provoked.

Miguel decided to provoke. He needed to speak, to be spoken to, to hear someone else’s voice right now. "What do you think about all this?" He called from the bathroom after washing up for the night. He poked his head out a moment later when you didn’t comment.

“I know you were listening,” he prodded again over the toothbrush jammed into the side of his mouth. “The other ones don’t, but you do. I can tell by that look you get.” he waited for you to respond while he brushed his teeth, but you didn’t. You hadn’t moved from your post by his front door, actually, stood against the wall, arms crossed and staring forward like you were listening to everything beyond the door. Miguel wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen you sit down. He didn’t know if you’d ever laid down before.

After he finished washing up for the night, he decided to try again.

“You really gonna keep me in the dark?” Miguel asked as he walked up to you, arms crossed as well. He couldn’t help but feel smaller and smaller the longer he waited in silence, waited to hear your gravelled voice. He couldn’t grasp why he was so desperate for a friend suddenly, but he was. He really was, and he wasn’t finding it in you.

“Forget it. Doesn’t matter anyway,” Miguel mumbled, turning away from you and rubbing his face tiredly.

“Don't have much of an opinion.”

“What?” Miguel turned back around, brows raised as he waited for you to continue. Your gaze peeled from the ceiling and fell to him, like you were waiting for a reprimand of sorts, but Miguel wouldn’t, not when he tried so hard to get a peep out of you.

You shrugged and looked elsewhere. “Don't care what happens to civilians. Not my problem.”

“It's the world's problem,” Miguel suggested. He didn't want to start an argument, but he didn't want you to feel so blasé about the fate of everything. “The more civilians that get infected, the more the world loses.”

“Thought that was a good thing. Last I heard, the world was pretty overpopulated.” You said it so easily. Miguel would have shrugged it off if he didn't know about the blood on your hands, the crimes you'd committed, the evidence that you really, truly, did not give a shit about humanity.

Miguel scoffed, a bitter, bewildered sort of thing. “Y'know, I used to pity you for this,” he started, gesturing to the soldiered-out state of yourself, “but you might be less human than those things out there.”

“Probably.”

“You don't even care,” Miguel laughed again. “Did you care when you killed that family?”

“An eye for an eye,” you replied.

“Right, right. Then what about your daughter? Did you care when–” the world spun before his back cracked against the wall. He grabbed your wrist and squeezed when your hands fisted in his shirt, ready to trigger your kill switch with one click of a button on his ring, but he didn't need to; you simply held him there, boring holes into his skull with your diamond-tipped stare.

“You jokers don't know when to quit,” you said. “Always have to drag a kid into the equation, ‘n then act so fucking shocked when you end up dead ‘cause of it.” A sigh slipped past your lips as you leaned in. Miguel wanted to meet you halfway. “Fuckers like you make murderers out of men like me.”

Oh. The violence rippling through your crackling voice went straight down, into the pit below Miguel's stomach and coiled into something frightfully decadent. He wanted your hands around his neck. He wanted you to mutter more threats into his ear. He wanted–

He wanted you.

“Let me touch you,” Miguel blurted. “Your skin.” You gave a reaction then, eyes blinking away shock and throat clearing with a strangled grunt, but you didn’t say no. You didn’t reject him. In fact, you looked him up and down in question, curiosity peeking through piercing eyes.

“You're a deranged fuck, aren't you? Getting all hot ‘n bothered from a threat.” You reached for the straps of your kevlar vest, then, and Miguel’s nerves jolted with the sound of the buckles clicking loose.

He scrambled to you and held your hands. He wanted to do it himself, to unwrap your bindings and see what laid beneath. Your hands fell, and Miguel took over.

The warmth bleeding from your clothes intoxicated him. He fumbled with your gear, eager to get to the base of your tight, black shirt and rip it off, but you didn’t try to take over for him–you watched, patient like a dog, letting your master doff your armour at his leisure (or, rather, his frantic, desperate pace). Miguel appreciated it. He wondered if you knew he'd snap if you tried to interfere.

Soon, your chest was bare. Exposed for him, dotted with memories of cruel bites, bullets, knives and surgical scars all over taught, humming skin. Man shouldn’t be allowed to touch you, Miguel thought. The imperfections were so gloriously human. You were so perfectly alive, standing here with him, breathing, emanating heat, allowing him to do what he pleased–he was the luckiest man on Earth.

Miguel couldn’t look you in the eyes as his broad palm pressed against your chest, right over the rhythm of your soul. His pants strained and tightened more as his touch wandered through the valleys of firm muscle; what did the rest of you look like? What did you look like when you fought, or when you fucked?

His hand slipped down to the tight adonis belt cinching your waist, and then lower, following the trail of fine hair disappearing beneath the waistband peeking above your cargos. The bunching and folding of thick material melted Miguel's mind in a vat of suggestion and insatiability–were you really that big, or was that fabric just making it an illusion?

He didn't need to wait to find out, though, not when you guided his hand down over the very real curve of your goods packed away. And, yes, you were big. Miguel's eyes snapped up to yours. A smug look greeted him.

“Looked like you needed some encouragement.”

Miguel might have laughed if his heart weren't suffocating him, climbing up his throat. Your clothed cock under his hand was ruining his cognitive functions too, to be fair.

His fingers, long, clumsy things, hurried at your buttons and the zipper keeping everything in check. Miguel's ears filled with the rhythmic drumming of desire when he finally got the damn thing undone, but you grabbed his wrist. You stopped him.

Miguel scoffed out a held breath and tried to wrench free, but your grip held firm. “You can't back out after–” But when he looked at you, he froze still; your expression electrified the senses, the slightest narrowing and shifting of uneasy eyes freezing Miguel colder and colder by the second.

“Bathroom. Now.” You popped just one of those buttons back into place before turning to the door.

“Wh–” But you shoved him, hard, and sent him stumbling into the sterile white space as explosive carnage rippled through the room in his wake. The thing collided into you seconds after you'd gotten your charge out of the blast zone.

It was big. A mass of human features and flesh and maybe something else weighing on a hulking frame. You barked a name, maybe the name of one of your fellow watch dogs, but it didn't change the thing's trajectory as it tore towards Miguel on all fours like a hound out of hell.

But you were quicker. You grabbed it by the nape and ripped it off its warpath with too much effort, just narrowly avoiding it barreling into the attached room by seconds. Its momentum, forced toward the wall, threw it into a dizzied tantrum; limbs flailed, mouths gnashed, and a symphony of mismatched voices wailed from their putrid prison.

Miguel's body locked. What ifs plagued him, suddenly. If it got him. If it bit him. If you hadn't been there. What if–

“Close the damn door,” you demanded, and your voice sounded a bit shaky, too. Miguel looked at your broad back as you stood bravely in the way of the beast and its target. “Doctor–”

“I–but you–?” Miguel stumbled and choked on his words and his reasoning. He didn't want you to fight. He didn't want to die. He didn't want you to die. Miguel hit the button to make it closed, but the door stalled halfway.

“Fuck it.” Barbs burst from your fingertips and dug into the door, forcing it to bend to your will and close. Miguel didn't like how you disappeared inch by inch. He didn't like seeing that thing behind you get up. He didn't like that look you gave him just before the door snapped shut.

The next few minutes passed like years.

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stargloom · 2 months

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hey. i dont like doing this. and i dont want to be a tumblr bitch who's wrote a callout before. but i cannot in good faith continue posting in the same community as this guy and allow him to pretend to not be genuinely a sicko. but @/bloomingduskk (who im sure will change urls after i post this is. a prosh.ipper radq.eer trans.d alongside a plethora of unfavorable unethical things. most of which being too personal to share, but enough left for me to be uncomfortable with my own silence. tw for like fucking everything lol

I never wanted to be in this position, or ever have to be the author of something like this. I am not a confrontational person or someone who enjoys drama, i’m entirely someone who goes out of his way not to get involved in such things, but due to my past public friendships with this person, and his tendencies of covering his tracks and lying about me and my friends, i feel as if it would be cowardly of me not to at least issue a warning about this user, and hope my message is conveyed well. If this was solely a personal gripe, I would not come out with a doc publically, I have no intentions of being petty, and am purposely leaving out a lot of petty issues and things that have been done to harm me personally. I only intend to talk about the actual dangers he promotes, and provide counterclaims to the narratives he tends to enjoy putting out.

Before going further, i will be addressing him by his url, or nothing at all, as i will not be calling him by the japanese name he chooses to go by as a white person. It is against my morals. I hope that my decision doesn’t make this document more confusing than it needs to be.

--- bloomingduskk uses Japanese names as a white person, and has done so for a while. He currently uses the name “maki” , and for the last half of 2023, went by Kaede, despite the fact that i firmly told him not to due to it being cultural appropriation multiple times, and each time he gave me an excuse, before continuing to do it. This is not a targeted attack against him, as he has said before in regard to being told not to use a japanese name, but something that i would condemn no matter who the person was. He identify(s)d as transracial. No matter the mental health issues you may have, the entire concept of “transitioning” into an ethnic minority is racist and entirely unacceptable. Here was his response to that.

And here is him self describing as transracial, and his pinned post on his old radqueer blog

^^ his discord at the time, which i and many others have personal dms with, matched exactly with his radq.ueer blogs. he cannot fucking say this isnt him i will go insane if he tries to deny this shit. He has spoken about me under the guise that I am stalking him, despite never having me blocked on anything but an old art account, and also the fact that I have gone out of my way, due to having severe morality ocd, not to scroll through or look at his content. All screenshots were provided to me secondhand, and not from my own devices, due to how severe this situation was for me, a person with ocd who he knew has ocd. At the time of these screenshots, i specifically requested my friends to block out his usernames so i didn't obsessively compulsively make myself feel sick scrolling through his blogs. (the screenshots in question here are not mine, i own a samsung galaxy, this ui does not match. I added my own annotations to the second image though.) VV his self identification as a proshipper + some stuff he had on his propara blogs (heavy tw)

^^ the first image here is in repsonse to an extremely long and thought out message my friend sent him during this period to this specific blog of his when it still existed.

his response to this was full of lies and empty promises and excuses, and plenty of vapid words he has taken back. i dont see a point in including what he had to say about this purely because he was lying through his teeth.

his twt account was probably the worst thing of his that was shown to me. i do not want to include screenshots of the things he would retweet as they were all sexually explicit imagery and posting of pedophilia, rape, beastiality, severe abuse, loli/shota content, and general dangerous and exploitative philias. i do not want to make that content more reachable to anyone than it already is . this account has been deleted. but i have been given screenshots of him posting his art there. along with the most tame thing i think he posted there. yeah

a lot of the harm he has done to my friends and i is extremely personal, far more personal than i feel comfortable airing out on a public blog that i've worked hard to distance a public personality from. so, i am not willing to spend time slowly outlining every single lie and harmful action he has done. that would make this post impossibly long, and i dont have the stomach to retrigger myself in this way. this has taken me two months to write, as i am deeply bothered by it and this entire event with him made me the sickest i'd been in a long while. do not fucking harass him. block him. im certain he's going to send himself anon asks pretending to be stargloom rabid fans or pretend to be my friends or whatever but all i want is for him to stay the fuck away from me and my friends and spaces where he pretends he isn't into vile shit. block him. dont interact. dont send him anything. just be careful of this cunt . i refuse to let him walk around as if he hasn't happily and enthusiastically promoted the most vile content one can enjoy.

im sure he's gonna scramble after this and probably start spewing revolting shit abt me which hes done at every single turn after me being upset. but he cannot pretend like nothing happened forever. thanks.

#long post #starspeak #jesus christ. now i gotta fucking trigger tag this shit #tw inc*st #tw pedophila mention #tw sh #tw zoophile mention #tw unsanitary #i already said this but DO NOT harass him please just dont interact w this sicko or engage w his work #i know he will send himself anon asks its his favourite game but genuinely. dont do that. thanks #this is rebloggable please do if u can i dont like how he slinks around in the dgr fandom all innocent #tw r4p3 #bruh i cannot keep up w these censored tags #i will probs rb this throughout the week bc i want . this to be known #i am leaving this up because i dont want this to be ignored or forgotten about .

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timetorace · 2 years

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𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

Hi, this is a enemies to lovers one shot. Hope you enjoy it. Y/S/N= ship name with Carlos. niña bonita = pretty girl.

requested by: @alexiabuono

ship: carlos sainz jr. x fem!reader.

summary: you two can’t stand each other, especially after he apparently broke your best friend’s heart but somehow, everyone ships you. (You can read the full request here).

warnings: choking, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), hair pulling, unprotected sex.

word count: 5.9K.

You had known Carlos almost all your life. You started karting together when he was a kid and you had quickly taken a liking to him. The boy kept a low profile despite being the son of a great rally driver, simply going to work and meeting expectations without bragging. Before Fernando Alonso arrived in Formula One, there weren’t that many Spanish drivers who had made it that high up the grid, so it had been a surprise when two more spanish drivers joined the top category. First Carlos had done it and a couple of years later you had followed him too.

Your opinion of him quickly changed when he started dating your best friend Irene and things didn’t end so well between them. Now, Carlos had never talked about it, but Irene had told you how she had broken his heart and that was enough for you to hate him intensely. Although you had known Carlos for a long time. Irene had been your friend since you were both little girls and had been together for the last 20 years, almost as long as you had known Carlos.

Their relationship ended as soon as it began. Six months worked for everything to blow up and the chaos to begin. The problem with Carlos and Irene’s breakup was that sent the fans down the spiral of speculation. You almost felt like a member of a boy band seeing the way the racing fan base had grown. At first, it was mere curiosity about the reasons apparently you and Carlos had known each other since they were children but did not speak to each other, obviously his breakup with your best friend had something to do with it, and then the fact that you had made no effort to hide your dislike for him at press conferences where if you were asked about him you would go off on tangents or not answer at all. It’s not that you didn’t like him, but Carlos had broken your best friend’s heart and Irene was crying on the TV show where she works, throwing hints at Carlos and posting posts on Instagram that implied a lot of things. This, of course, was the fuel for all the fans who were putting together a soap opera between you and Carlos after his thing with Irene.

The first time you realized something was happening was when you were in Australia signing a couple of autographs when you saw a huge sign that said ‘I ship (Y/S/N)’. You did not understand very well what was happening. It seemed part of your name but it was not spelled correctly? So when you finished signing autographs, you leaned in next to Pierre.

“What does that mean?” you asked Pierre under your breath as the three of you walked back to the garages.

“That’s your ship name” He answered, and you frowned.

“Ship name?”

“For Carlos and you”

“What?” You asked in a small cry without being able to avoid it “When have said more than two words with Carlos in public that justifies having a ship name with him?”

“It’s because the fans found out that you guys were friends when you were kids-“

“We weren’t friends” You interrupted him

Pierre rolled his eyes “Then it seems you stopped talking to each other and then people are speculating about what happened”

“How do you even know all this?” You must have been on the other side of social networks because, in your beginning, not even the smallest sign of all had appeared to you.

“It’s all over the internet” He replied before letting out a laugh “I know because ‘liked Pierre Gasly’ too” he added referring to the joke. At least he had taken economic advantage of that. You didn’t see yourself making some t-shirts with your ship name.

After Australia, you made a mistake. You went to Tumblr and investigate further on Twitter. That was your first mistake because Pierre had not been wrong. Literally, you and Carlos were all over the fan accounts and the ships of the other drivers. You had always teased Max that Lestappen had some sexual tension simply because you loved messing with him. How did you become friends with Max? Well once when you were both still racing go-karts you had an accident and he thought it would be a good idea to yell at you about it, you yelled back three times louder and you had been friends ever since. Mainly because that day you had earned his respect even though you thought he was an idiot. Also, you had always known that you had a ship with Max, but you definitely didn’t know that the fans thought that what you and Carlos had was a childhood love. The very idea was ridiculous; how could you be in love with him after what he had done to your best friend? He had treated her like a piece of trash by leaving her and letting himself be photographed with another girl just a week later. You wouldn’t do what Irene would, but if he had cheated on her as she told you, then he deserved to be roasted by Irene in the press. Carlos had already let you know what he thought about you answering the journalists like that.

“Why do you answer them like that? You know all you do is fuel the fire, right?” He told you after a press conference.

“They are the ones who believe that you and I have a secret intense romance” You shrugged. You couldn’t even be bothered to hide how much you didn’t like him.

“Let me see, so you feed the rumor by showing them how much you hate me?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Well, you cheated on my best friend so you’re pretty high on my hate scale,” you replied, and Carlos just rolled his eyes. You growled at her. How could she treat your friend with such discouragement?

At the next race, things with the fans got more intense. When you arrived at the hotel, when you arrived at the paddock when you were strolling with the golf cart from one place to another, some fan always had something clever to shout at you, which of course made Max crack up with you.

“(Y/N)! Marry Carlos already!” someone yelled at you in the crowd as you and Max signed a couple of T-shirts.

“Yeah sure, the day hell freezes over,” you muttered in response, and Max next to you burst out laughing.

A few minutes later another person shouted again “(Y/N)! If you don’t want Carlos, give it to me!”

“I’ll give it to you with a bow and everything whenever you want,” you responded with a shout, making most of the crowd giggle.

“Hey (Y/N)! How big is Carlos?” You let out a growl. You knew she wasn't talking about his height. Why the fuck did they think you knew that stuff? Max let out a laugh that could probably be heard all the way across town.

“What the hell?” You mumbled signing a cap “I don’t know, ask him, dude” you added to yourself as you and Max finished signing and headed to the paddock entrance.

“I’m going to bother you for this forever,” Max told you, making you glare at him.

“I don’t understand why, of all the people, the fans decided I have a thing for the one person on the entire grid I don’t talk to.” You complained, swiping the card to get into the paddock.

“Hey” you saw Carlos approach you and Max with a jog.

“Oh great, get lost” You weren’t in the mood for any picture someone could take off them for fans to speculate on.

“Are you OK?” He asked, placing his hands in his pockets.

“Do I look ok? They just asked me what I think of your cock” You grunted and Max next to you let out another laugh “I’ll never be able to erase that image from my head” You shuddered before Carlos took your arm to that you would stop walking and Max was chatting with one of his engineers.

“Are you OK?” He asked again, and you looked at the grip he had on your arm, which made Carlos instantly let it go.

“We are not friends, so why are you worried about all this?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry my affair with Irene got you into this situation.” He apologized, running his hand through his hair.

“Then you wouldn’t have messed with my best friend in the first place”

“Believe me, I’m sorry about that “

You stared at him with raised eyebrows. The audacity that he had to admit that in front of you “Wow, you are a thing”

“Ok that sounded bad”

“So you think?”

“Things are not what you think,” Carlos said, and you rolled your eyes. That was the oldest excuse in the whole world, pretending that the other person was hiding something when Irene had told you every detail of what had happened.

“Things are exactly how I think,” you replied, “And she’s my best friend so I’m standing by her” you finished before turning around to enter the hospitality.

Two days after the race and while you were at home, you entered Twitter and saw how it was flooded with the same photo of Carlos and you. It was a grainy photo, clearly taken by someone on his phone, however, it showed the two of you talking very close together and it had just been taken when he grabbed your arm, so it seemed like you were doing something else. Great, now you couldn’t even enter your social networks without receiving comments about Carlos and you.

“Omg, those fans were so rude. Is he comforting her?”

“Yes Carlos, get your girl”

“Enemies to Lovers is a thing, (Y/N). Fuck him already.”

“Isn’t she Irene’s best friend?”

“I live for them, the best couple of the grid”

“Up (Y/N)! Down Irene!”

It was crazy how everyone seemed to be involved in a romance that wasn’t real and was based on speculation. While you were watching a movie, someone knocked on the door of your apartment. When you opened it, Irene came in like a storm.

“Those photos of you and Carlos are liquid gold,” she shrieked, turning to look at you “We have to think about what we are going to say next”

“We? I won't say anything about it, Irene,” you replied frowning “Mainly because nothing happened in the first place”

“Oh honey, it doesn’t matter what happened but what they think happened,” Irene answered “Like the marriage proposal”

“What are you talking about? He asked you to marry him”

“Oh no, he didn’t, honey, I told him we should get married,” Irene told you as she typed something on her cell phone “Why look at me? Who wouldn’t want to marry me?”

“Apparently he” You muttered so low that Irene didn’t even hear you.

“But he didn’t want to marry me, so he had to learn the lesson”

“So everything you said about him cheating on you when you were engaged is a lie?”

“Oh no, that’s true, but it was only a matter of time before I convinced him, but a month later he was already with a whore”

“A month? I thought you said one week later,” Something didn’t add up in that story.

“Well yes, we weren’t officially over yet when he was already with that whore before even thinking about marrying me,” she said with a small pout.

It sounded like Carlos had literally run in the opposite direction from Irene as fast as he could. “You made everyone believe Carlos was a cheater just so you could get free publicity?”

“Didn’t you hear me? He didn’t want to marry me!” Irene squealed with a snort hitting her heel on the ground as a sign of impatience “Then he broke up with me and a month later he was dating a whore,” She definitely hadn’t understood that Carlos wasn’t interested “He wanted to make me look like an idiot”

“A month is not the same as a week,” you pointed out.

“The details don’t matter, only what they think” Irene crooned “Look at me, less than a year later and I have more work than ever” The portals, magazines, and brands had known Irene after all the scandal with Carlos, basically she was going used as a catapult to success.

“Did you use me so you could still have speaking material on your show?” You asked, suddenly worried because your friend, the person who knew you since you were six years old, would have put you in the middle of all that trouble.

“No honey, of course not, I would support you anyway,” Something told you that was a lie. Irene had always been selfish, if she had something she rarely shared it and was very jealous, besides, she didn’t like the races but the boys she could find there “But a girl has to use all her resources, doesn’t she?”

“You lied about him, you made him look like a womanizer and a cheater,” you murmured, suddenly feeling bad for Carlos. The gossip press had roasted him for months after Irene’s breakup and still did, mainly because of her, but in part, you had also collaborated with all that media circus. Suddenly, you felt dizzy from so much information.

“Oh honey, you don’t know him there, he’s one” Irene answered while typing on her phone “I have to go, I’ll call you later,” She said and when she closed the door behind her, you never felt so relieved to be alone. Irene’s presence was always overwhelming, but now you felt sick after her visit. She had used you. You had been a means to achieve what she wanted. Now you understood why she kept insisting and accompanying you to the races, even though she was sad. Carlos. You had been a bitch about something that had never happened. The feeling of guilt that invaded you then made you pick up your phone intending to send him a message, but finally, you didn’t send him anything.

However, you decided that the new information you had learned didn’t matter. You and Carlos would still not speak to each other anyway and everyone would still believe that you were secretly together. It was the same as nothing, so why should you care how he felt? At the next press conference in Monaco, you just made a joke about you guys and the rumors which got the entire room laughing and earned you a weird look from him, probably surprised you weren’t grunting in public when you heard his name. For the rest of the conference, you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your neck.

“What was that in there?” He asked, reaching out to you as you walked through the paddock after the conference “Why are you being nice to me suddenly?”

“Nice to you? Are you high?” You asked him with a frown. Of course, you refused to admit that you were cutting him some slack.

“Last time I checked, no.”

“And you need to check that?” you asked, raising your eyebrows

“Don’t change the subject”

“I’m not being nice to you” You signaled to roll your eyes

“But you’re not being a brat either, so it’s technically the same thing?” Carlos shrugged.

You turned to look at him with raised eyebrows “Did you just call me a brat?”

“You are, your scenes at press conferences speak for themselves”

“Scenes? It was my way of deflecting questions,” You complained, “Sorry if I’m not a PR expert”

“And you put the spotlight on us you got the exact opposite” He pointed and you hated with all your being that he was even slightly right in what he was saying.

“There is no us, Carlos” Because that was true. No matter how many rumors there were, you two couldn’t be further away from that.

“If you wanted me all to yourself, you just had to say so.” He called you before you entered the garage.

You turned to look at him and rolled your eyes “In case you hadn’t noticed, I wouldn’t lay hands on you for all the money in the world, Sainz”

Two days later, it was Sunday and therefore, the day of the race. By then, no one on the internet could stop talking about a photo they had taken the other day at the press conference. It was a photo of you and Max laughing and you could clearly see Carlos looking at them out of the corner of his eye. You were laughing at how ridiculous Max seemed to fall asleep in the middle of the conference and how it didn’t even seem to bother him that everyone noticed. The problem was that the look that Carlos was giving you in that photo had been interpreted in multiple ways, but the most popular was that you, Carlos, and Max were in the middle of a love triangle. Speculation had gotten wild and was already bordering on the ridiculous. While you were waiting to get into the corresponding car for the parade, you leaned against the wall and closed your eyes, enjoying the rays of the sun hitting your face. It didn’t last long, because a few minutes later someone stood in front of you, covering you from the sun. You opened one eye to see who it was and found Carlos staring at you.

“You, my friend, you need to get a hobby that doesn’t include chasing me or teasing me,” you muttered

“Do you think I’m chasing you?” He asked, leaning against the wall next to you.

“How do you explain you are always where I am, then?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Why do we work together?” It was a good point, but the paddock, the garages, and the whole damn place were huge for you guys to always end up talking about.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” You asked with a growl of annoyance, “How can you stay on your side of the paddock and I’ll stay on mine?”

“Wow, your two personalities are like fuck you and fuck me”

You saw that the parade was about to start so you stood up in your place “Unfortunately for you, you only get to see one of them”

“I really hope is the one that involves the bed,” He replied and you raised your eyebrows. Now he was smarty?

“Are you deaf? I already told you yesterday, that I wouldn’t lay hands on you for all the money in the world,” you mocked, walking towards the car that belonged to you.

“See you at the finish line” That sounded like a promise. Bold of him to think that he was going to even touch you a hair.

“You’ll have to get to me first” You challenged him “Good luck with that though” You finished before letting out a laugh.

That day had been your day. Not even Max had caught up with you and he ended up not finishing the race because of an engine problem. You win. You fought tooth and nail against Charles and Lewis, they hadn’t given up but were there. Your first win in Formula One. That felt exciting on another level. You felt powerful and obviously, you went out to celebrate like a champion.

“Oh c’mon, don’t be grumpy,” You said to Max sitting next to him in the VIP section of the nightclub. Your feet were already hurting from dancing so much and alcohol was already coursing through your veins.

“If it wasn’t for the fucking engine,” he complained

“I know” You patted his thigh

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening to us this season.” It was the third DNF for Red Bull that season and they weren’t even halfway through it yet.

“They’ll figure it out I guess,” You shrugged “I mean; I hope you don’t, so I can continue my streak,” you joked.

“Shut up,” Max groaned before taking a sip of his drink “I’m glad you won”

“No, you’re not” You replied. He didn’t enjoy losing.

“Well, I’m happy for you,” he clarified.

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” you agreed before you both burst out laughing.

Then you saw him. Carlos was staring at you from across the club. Was he licking his lower lip and looking at you? You adjusted the straps of your dress, feeling a little uncomfortable at his scrutinizing gaze. It didn’t matter if you were talking to someone else, you knew that if you turned to look, he would still be there watching you. It was awkward and, to be honest; he was getting on your nerves. Every time you leaned in to speak to Max or when he placed his arm on the back of the couch behind you, you looked up at Carlos, and, almost as if in response; he ran his thumb across his lower lip. The gesture was hot. You had to admit that. When you saw him heading towards the bathroom, you simply went after him and leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door. When he came out, you took him by the arm and threw him in the darkest part of the corridor.

“I don’t like your games” You snapped at him pointing a finger at him “Whatever you’re trying to do, stop”

“What games?” Carlos asked and you groaned. Now he wanted to feign innocence? He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Those looks”

“What? Now I can’t look at you?”

“You know what I mean,” You snorted “You look like a stalker”

“Nothing, I’m just surprised to see you so close with Max” There it was. He was jealous. You didn’t understand why, but you couldn’t miss the opportunity to make fun of him.

“I’m sorry, anyone who heard you would think you’re jealous of Max, Sainz”

“Oh, I’m” He admitted, which made you raise your eyebrows.

“It’s not that he’s in your business but Max is my best friend. I wouldn’t cross the line with him” Not that you had or owed him any explanation, but somehow you were giving it to him.

“didn’t look like that”

“He has a girlfriend”

“And?”

“I know you have trouble understanding it, but not everyone likes to cheat on their girlfriends,” you responded by being smart. You knew perfectly well that it was more than likely that things had not happened, as Irene had told you.

Your words made Carlos take a step towards you and corner you against the wall “Watch your mouth,” He murmured, leaning over you.

Who did he think he was to tell you what to do? “Or what?” you replied.

“Or I’ll have to do something about it” Carlos captured your lips between his in a wild and hungry kiss with no kind of warning. You definitely didn’t see that coming. It was intense, and it was a mere question of domination where he and you fought to see who had control. He passed his hand around your waist and you pulled him towards you by the nape of his neck. He took you by his thigh and gently lifted your leg to hug his hip. You felt the brush of his cock against the fabric of your panties. Despite the TV between you, you could tell that he was hard and that your panties were wet. You hated to say it, but no one had ever kissed you that way, so wild and so visceral. He ran his finger down your slit over your panties, but you still knew he had felt how wet you were cause he bit your lower lip between the kiss. You moved your hips against his finger. How the hell did you end up like this? You were both struggling to catch your breath, but you eventually broke up. You both stared at each other for a moment, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m pretty sure you are wet enough to wait” Carlos’s voice sounded hoarser than usual but you liked the way it sounded. When did you start to like something about him? Before you could think of anything to say, he was already walking away, back into the crowd.

After what had happened, you couldn’t stop looking at Carlos’ hands, who was now sitting next to Max, having a casual conversation with him. Had he sat there to control more closely what was going on? And you decided you were too sober for that shit. So you started drinking at a fast pace and it couldn’t end well because after a while Max dared to take the glass away from you so you would stop drinking. You kept thinking about Carlos’s words and you were more than aware of the moisture between your legs. You couldn’t deny that it was because of him.

It probably wasn’t the best idea, but you couldn’t walk to the hotel in that state if you didn’t want someone to post a picture tomorrow of you walking drunk through the streets of Monte Carlo. It made sense for you to go back to Carlos because you were both staying at the same hotel. Max lived on the other side of Monaco and, according to him, you couldn’t go back to the hotel alone without proper supervision. Moron.

“Ok, you need to fuck me or stop looking at me like that,” you told him as if you were talking on something random as you both walked into the hotel. You were too drunk to process what that whole situation meant when he kept looking at you.

“I see that alcohol makes you have an attitude” He pointed, and you stuck your tongue out at him

“Words, words, words, and no action,” you crooned, calling the elevator button

“I swear to god you’re a brat.” He rolled his eyes.

“You gonna complain about my attitude or fuck it out of me?” You asked him, entering the elevator and turning to see him. Tomorrow when you were hungover and sober you were going to hate yourself for sure for even opening your mouth and then you were going to kick Max’s ass for letting you go with Carlos. “I’m pretty sure I deserve a good spanking too” You winked at him.

“Yes, you do,” He answered, entering behind you and pressing you against the wall of the elevator while you giggled. How silly your laugh sounded. You sounded like a little girl.

“How drunk are you?” He asked, taking you by the waist.

“Not enough” You cocked your head slightly to look at him. Was he asking you why he didn’t want to fuck you if you were drunk? After what he had said before at the club? “You better not be thinking about backing out”

“Is that a threat?”

“I don’t need you to be a gentleman right now” You appreciated that he was trying not to go overboard with you but you really didn’t want to keep talking because the more you did, the more you thought back about what the hell was going on.

“I wasn’t planning on being one,” he murmured back before the elevator doors opened. You knew that was a lie because of the way he was, but you would have to prove your theory. You walked the path of the corridor that led to your room in silence when you both reached your door and you took the card from your bag to open it.

You turned to look at him “Kiss me” You had run out of clever phrases to say to him. It was a simple request and Carlos seemed to comply because, after a few seconds, his mouth was on yours once again. He closed the door behind you with his foot before pushing you against it. With your back against the door, you wrapped your legs around his waist. His mouth moved down to your neck and then to your shoulder as he alternated kisses with soft bites with his teeth. He gently slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders, exposing your boobs. You unbuttoned his pants to take them off, but that was as far as you got. As his lips moved over your tits, so did his hands and his fingers moved to the sides of your hips to slide your panties down your legs to remove them. He took as much as he could into his mouth and he sucked hard before withdrawing, leaving your nipple between his teeth. You felt how his finger slid through the lips of your pussy, testing your moisture. You moved your hip against his finger. His hands slid up your legs to your knees, and he knelt beside you, placing your legs on his shoulders. You knew what was coming next, and you shuddered in anticipation.

Your lower back lifted from the door as you felt his mouth all over you and he started licking you up and down. His fingers slipped inside you and his mouth gently sucked on your clit, teasing you with careful touches just where you really needed him to touch you. You heard a gasp coming from somewhere in the room and realized it could only be yours. The way he looked at you as he licked your pussy, even when you looked away from him because you couldn’t help but throw your head back. When you looked back down, he was staring at you. With your thighs parted by his firm hands gripping you hard enough to leave marks, Carlos devoured you. You almost wanted to cry with pleasure, each regret, each blow, each nervous touch brought you a little closer to orgasm. When you felt you were on the verge of orgasm, you took him by the hair, nuzzling him closer to you, earning you a growl from him. With the heat that had been building in your belly and the wetness between your legs, you warmed when his tongue catapulted you to orgasm.

You were barely recovering with your head still wrapped in the fog of orgasm when Carlos grabbed you around the waist and carried you to the bed. You weren’t sure you could use your legs anyway, they were made of jelly. He yanked off his pants and underwear before you nuzzled his chest so that he lay on his back on the bed. Between his legs, you knelt. You would never admit it out loud, but Irene had told you what sex with him was like, and you hated to even think about it. But the bastard’s cock was bigger than usual. You took his cock in your hand before wrapping it between your lips. The moan he let out suddenly seemed like the hottest thing you had ever heard. You worked the rest of his cock with your hand, including his balls, which caused him to pick up his hair with your hand, tugging gently. After hearing him moan, you wouldn't see him the same way. You took his cock deep in your throat, causing you to gag slightly, but you repeated the movement, anyway. You knew he was on the verge of cumming, but instead of him, he pushed you back onto the bed without letting you finish the blowjob.

“Condom? I don’t have any” He asked looking over at your nightstand. You weren’t planning on having sex in Monte Carlo with a stranger to need protection, so you had brought none.

You shook your head “Pill” simply gasped, still trying to catch your breath. You were on the pill since you were a teenager.

The smile he gave you made you flinch slightly. “Better,” he murmured back. Perhaps...? Was he admitting that he wanted to fuck you without a condom? You had never done it because you had not had a stable partner that lasted more than a couple of months and you were suspicious enough not to want to risk it. However, you trusted Carlos enough to not have a problem with that. Besides that, the very idea of having unprotected sex with him was incredibly arousing.

His eyes lit up as he guided your cock into your cunt, resting just the tip between your folds before moving it to force your clit drenched in moisture from the previous orgasm. You let out a small moan before giving him a look to cut the fucking games off and get down to business. Of course, he didn’t and stuck the tip of your cock inside you one more time, only for you to throw your head back in exasperation.

“Use your words,” He murmured, repeating the movement.

“It’s just-I-” You moaned in exasperation “I don’t have any”

“Did the cat eat your tongue?” He scoffed “I think you should start finding them quick”

Damn bastard, he sure loved hearing you beg, but at that moment, you wanted to cum much more than you cared about your pride. You needed his cock more than you wanted to hit him for playing with you like that.

After a few seconds, you let out a gasp “Please?”

“Yes, that’s better, niña bonita”

He slid his cock inside you to his balls in a single thrust that took you to heaven. You let out a little cry of surprise mixed with a moan of pleasure because you didn’t expect that movement. You had to close your eyes for a moment to revel in the way his cock worked its way inside you and how your walls tightened around it. After a moment, he moved inside you, and with one hand; he lifted your leg to place it on his shoulder while with the other; he rubbed your clitoris. The angle your leg was at just made you feel like his thrusts were reaching deeper inside you.

Carlos stopped caressing your clitoris to surround your neck with one of his hands. He was deep inside you and you were sure that your moans had already turned into little screams a while ago. Your back arched with pleasure. Carlos caressed the skin of your neck gently before you took that forearm and squeezed it. He must have taken that as a sign because he applied a bit of pressure. You tried to moan, but all that came out was an almost gasping sound as you felt his pace pick up. His thumb caressed your lips as he continued to apply pressure and you let out a little yelp or at least tried to because it came out a bit strangled. The walls of your pussy involuntarily tightened around his cock when you were already on almost there. Carlos let out a throaty growl, and the sound sent you into orgasm. A few seconds later, he came after you while your pussy continued to cringe around his cock. He removed your hand from around his neck before rolling next to you. Your lungs were begging for air, your brain was a complete mess, and your vision blurred until you could catch your breath. You felt Carlos’s semen rolling down your thighs.

“That was...” You gasped after a moment.

“Incredible? Impressive? A piece of heaven?” He suggested and you let out a laugh.

“I was going to say overwhelming, but all that too” You agreed tilting your head slightly to look at him. The way Irene had described sex with him? It wasn’t even close to what you had just experienced, and you were damn sure you were going to repeat it.

#carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz jr imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 one shot #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula one one shot

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sexy-opium-ravioli · 10 months

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Photo Booth

Universe: Resident Evil

wc: 1,791

Pairing: Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: Not many, just the fact that Leon is your stepbrother and he is .5 of a little shit. Otherwise, this is a good, old fashioned fluff piece.

a/n: Hihi hello hello :) I've been trying to claw my way out of depression for a while, but here's some cute Leon content in the meantime!

@lipglossanon !! thank you for being such a wonderful writer, honestly reading you has been really inspiring as of late! and your characterization of the Leons you have are among my very favorite.

It not my best work by any means, but I hope anyone reading this enjoys <3

The liminal space of a mall was the place where you could see through a person, like light through glass. You'd get to see what stores they prefer to go to, what mall food they like to eat (or if they can't), what they buy vs what they don't.

Or sometimes, as is the case with you and your weird, pseudo-freudian stepbrother-boyfriend Leon, you just get boba and mess around.

There were other things you'd like to do with him, sure. Sometimes you two would catch a movie- or fuck each other until you're both sensitive and whimpering (as young lovers often do). Really depended on the day.

But it was earlier in the morning and it was a free, clear Saturday, in the haze of a temperate spring. And, the last couple of days were kind of stressful. Keeping up separate social lives, exams, dealing with your shared parents- sometimes just being apart from each other was okay.

You were starting to suspect something in Leon. You didn't know what it was, really. Everything was in a haze with him- truer emotions he always hid behind something snarky and barbed. And since you could never really get an accurate read on him, you could only try to squint in the dark and decipher the signs in front of you.

Still, something foundational was shifting. And there was a strange feeling in your stomach that had been there all morning, and it wasn't bad, per se; but it was constant and unusual. You sipped on your boba and started chewing.

You and Leon were both sitting on public benches. The time was before most of the retail shops started setting up, only the food court was open. You laid your head on Leon's shoulder and closed your eyes while you both soaked in the sun's warmth.

The mall was bright and quiet, not many were there yet. You still felt a bit sleepy, but it didn't seem like Leon minded resting either. There was a difference in the emotions you feel someone going through when you rest your head on their shoulder- and the way Leon's was giving into the weight of your head spelled relaxation. The both of you spent a bit of your morning like this. You lifted your head and glanced at how the sunlight reflected off of Leon's golden hair. How it also cut a shadow at the curve of his jaw.

"You wanna walk around?" You asked with your voice low, not wanting to disrupt the quiet, alive whirring of the building. Leon looked at you, smiled a bit and nodded his head before getting up.

When you caught up to pace with him, you decided to annoy him and cross pinkies. He retaliated by taking hold of your entire hand, and you tried not to make a big deal about it. Your heart was starting to beat really fast, though.

You thought he would let go after a couple of seconds. He didn't.

Exiting the first floor common area to the escalators surrounding it, you both enjoyed the warmth of a second floor perch. Leon hasn't let go of your hand yet, but you were joking around about other people you were seeing at the mall, or the vaguely strange sale ads you'd see posted on windows.

It was light, conversation felt easy for once.

And then Leon saw something, and you watched the way his eyes captured a glint of absolute mischief.

Your eyes followed the laser point focus of his- and oh.

Oh.

A photo booth.

And before you knew it, the distance between you and the box was already halved from Leon practically yanking your arm off. It didn't hurt, so all you could do was laugh.

Walking up to it, Leon already got his wallet out and was feeding the machine bills. You decided to slip in and look around inside. All photo booths look different- this one was pretty new and sparkly.

Not long after, Leon swept the curtains and stepped in with a mean smirk. You got yourself ready, trying to make yourself look alright while Leon selected to start through the menu.

You always felt a weird sort of anxiety in photo booths. They never gave anybody enough time to actually prepare for a photo, but Leon was already doing someth- "Hey-!"

He quickly stepped behind you, caged you in his arms, gave two hand horns, and made such a twisted face he actually did kind of resemble the devil, because in his heart of hearts, Leon S. Kennedy was a dork.

You decided that if he was going to suffocate you with all the muscle he was trying to show off, you were going to get a picture of biting it.

The bite wasn't too hard, but the quick noise that Leon gave was mostly out of being startled anyways. He quickly retaliated by flicking your arm before posing for the next-

"Let's do a nicer one," you interject, quietly and quickly. You both prepare and in time, you're smiling together while Leon has his arm draped over your shoulders. It all happened so quickly and concisely that the warm feeling you got in your stomach from all the affectionate, silly, friendly contact was delayed.

The countdown started again. Leon almost shoved you in front of him, but instead of putting his arms over your chest and neck and face, (being annoying about it), he placed them gently over your waist. And then when the camera flashed, he was kissing your cheek.

You turned around in his arms, not really caring about the photos anymore. But he was the one that leaned down and kissed you gingerly, and with meaning. His lips were always so soft and smooth against yours-

The camera flashed. You two were together a little longer, and then you both separated. It was a few long seconds where time just stopped, and you could swear that if you opened the curtain and tried to find one of the rare morning pedestrians of the mall, they would be left unmoving.

But all you could do was look at Leon. It didn't help that he was so pretty. But there was this weird flash of emotion in his eyes, that same one you couldn't read and he wasn't looking away-

The camera flash made you both jump a little, and then Leon gave a quiet, nervous laugh to himself that sparked yours. He looked at you again, an upward pull of his lips that didn't seem too mean anymore. "Better get those photos,"

"Yeah," you offer back, already leaving the booth. He followed you, and not long after, the booth started to give out a noise before producing two copies of the same strip. Leon quickly snatched them before you could even hope to grab them, and he held them out of your view after that.

"Leon," He was snickering. That pretty smile he hasn't dropped for 5 minutes now has had its teasing quality reapplied. Irritation quickly bubbles back up in your throat.

"Ugh, Leon, you-" He does that little shit older brother thing where he lets the strip creep just into your reach before yanking it away a couple of times, but he doesn't do it too much. He gives you one of the copies after starting to giggle at you.

You shake your head, ready to be embarrassed at your own face or maybe even his, and- well, the first photo has you laughing. Your head is tilted backward and your eyes are closed, and the laughs pour out of your throat like smooth wine.

"Leon you're such a dork,-"

"Oh ok! And we're not gonna talk about the absolutely feral thing latching itself to my arm-,"

"Noo~, we're not," You interrupt teasingly, and you take a look back at the pictures. The air swiftly changes from playful, easy and teasing to meaningful, endearing- kind of tense in a way. Leon looked beautiful, and you looked nice too, and now you just noticed that Leon is right behind you actively gauging your reaction.

The third photo was almost too sweet and intimate to look at publicly, and you could feel the tips of your ears start to heat up. Leon's face is mostly obscured, sure, but the way you react to why it's obscured is so sweet and genuine it kind of embarrasses you. Your lips try to hide a smile and your eyes are cast downward and away from Leon- low, but not closed. One of your arms rests on the lean coils of muscle wrapped around your center, while the other reaches up for your hand to rest on his head.

The fourth makes you inhale a little sharper, and you can now feel the high part of your cheekbones heat with your ears. Leon's chin is resting on your shoulder now, and you can't even imagine the shit-eating grin he must be wearing on his face. Well, both of your faces can't be seen by the camera, if that's any consolation to your poor, heated skin- you might melt ice at this point.

You don't know why it has you so weirdly dizzy, but maybe it's the way Leon looks so boyish, almost soft kissing you. His head is so slightly tilted, and the way his body curls around yours is just so engaged-

The fifth one is sweet in a different way. It makes your heart instantly crackle and spark for hope, which any sort of tired rationality your dopamine abused brain has left is probably screaming at.

There's that fear in your chest, but there's no denying the fact that there's a light glimmering in Leon's sea glass eyes that you haven't seen from him too many times.

It's a look that makes your entire body feel warm, like your skin is being pricked by needles. At this point, you've stopped looking at the photos altogether and buried your face in your hands. It makes Leon's chin lift off your shoulder, and you hear a chuckle come from him, but nothing sarcastic.

"C'mon, stores are opening soon, weirdo," And when he says that you realize that there's warmth behind his words. You lift your head and look at him, and he's scratching his nose but- is he blushing too? Oh.

Oh.

He is.

Probably not as scorching hot as you, but still. He starts walking, you start walking with him. And then, he takes your hand like that entire thing just didn't happen, and you find that you can't really stop smiling. Even if you reduce it to the smallest pull of your lips, it's still on your face for a while longer.

#leon s. kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy #resident evil #resident evil x reader #stepbro!leon s. kennedy #stepbro!leon s. kennedy x reader

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herrsherofsorrow · 9 months

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Little Tempest

Sigh 😩😤, Kafka…Blade… god damn bastards stolen my mind and all I can think about it is those two. Then Kafka’s fucking banger of a trailer comes out and i couldn’t help but have a story idea. All I’ll share is if you have played Punishing Gray Raven and know about Selena, then you can get a grasp on where this could lead to.

My dumbass forgot to switch public post to draft post

Warnings, this will be taking place during and after Jarilo-VI but before Xianzhou Luofu

For Elio to summon everyone’s presence was rare but to express concerns about the future of the Trailblazer, Caelus, now that was new. Kafka with Blade following behind her enters the meeting where they are greeted by Elio, Silverwolf, and Sam.

“Sorry for being late everyone.” Kafka spoke unapologetically as she and Blade moved further into the room to join Silverwolf and Sam in front of Elio.

“You two are unbelievable and learn to lock doors, next time you get them Sam.” Sliverwolf complained, gagging remembering moments before when Elio requested their presence she was sent to get Kafka not knowing Blade was there. It led to an unsavory sight for her poor eyes.

“You’ll understand once you have a partner, Silver-“ Kafka teased, her and Blade’s relationship wasn’t much of a secret since they didn’t bother hiding the fact.

“No nope, I don’t want to hear from you.” Sliverwolf interrupted looking away with red cheeks.

“Learn to knock.” Blade added crossing his arms.

“I did-“ Sliverwolf started glaring at him but he simply ignored her.

“Please save this conversation for another time, Elio has something urgent to share.” Sam intruded into the conversation nodding to Elio.

Silverwolf huffs, turning her attention to Elio who begins to speak, “Yes, it would seem the Astral Express will need to head towards Capriccio earlier than expected.”

“Although I don’t mind visiting, both Welt and Himiko personally handled the Stellaron sometime ago and it shouldn’t be active for a while.” Kafka stated.

“That should have been the case but it does confirm a theory that something or someone undetected is trying to change destiny and prevent the Trailblazer from reaching Nanook. Capriccio now contains four different fates and one of those will lead to the Trailblazer death.” Elio wasn’t going to share the other fates due to how unstable each one is nor was he going to warn them about the anomaly(s) possibly still being on Capriccio to ensure the Trailblazer death.

“And how do we prevent this,” Sam asked.

“The Chairman of Capriccio has the Stellaron within a laboratory, he’ll be the first to come into contact and will be under its influence. All you must do is ensure that the Chairman doesn’t contain the Stelleron in a suitable core.” Elio then looked to Blade, “Worry not Blade we will reach the Xianzhou Luofu in a timely manner, the Astral Express are less than halfway through their first journey on Jarilo-VI. It will be enough time for all of you.” Elio finished before dismissing them all.

“Oh, and Kafka,” Elio called out, causing Kafka to stop in her tracks and look at him as the others continued out the door although Blade lingered. “I trust your judgment on the fate of the core.”

“What are you hiding this time Elio?” Kafka muttered to herself walking out the door.

#honkai star rail #hsr blade #blade x reader #kafka honkai star rail #kafka x reader #blade x kafka #hsr silver wolf #hsr sam #hsr elio #stelleron hunters #trailblazer #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #Blade x reader x Kafka #astral express #female reader #hsr aeons

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blackrabbittwst · 2 years

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Can i request a pt. 2 for the sexy outfit hcs? With trey (because this guy.. is def a closeted horny) jade and rook pretty please *bats eyelashes at you*

Also i shall be horny anon so yk who i am 😉

A/N: Hahah of course! Trey and Jade are in my top 3 favorite characters, so I’m excited by this request! 😍 and nice to meet you horny anon 😂 I’m happy to write some good spicy stuff. (Also I agree Trey is a closeted horny boi hehehe)

I usually try to post my requests in order of when they’re received but I love writing these so much that I couldn’t help but finish it before some other older requests. Sorry for being such a degenerate, I was too excited to write for Trey and Jade.

Synopsis: A S/O who wears sexy clothing in public. Precious post (Leona and Vil)

Characters: Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Rook Hunt

Pairings: Trey Clover x Reader, Jade Leech x Reader, Rook Hunt x Reader

Gender/Pronoun: Gender Neutral

Warnings: This is a NSWF post, Minors please do not interact with the post! Characters are aged up to 18+ as mentioned in my rules

Trey Clover

Both you and Trey were visiting a nice cafe date on a shared day off. It was a common outing you both took which allowed Trey to try some new desserts and research what was the new trend. However, it was also a calming and relaxing environment so that you both could chat and share some nice time together in peace.

However, today you decided to spice things up, like how cinnamon added some extra oomph to a simple cup of hot cocoa. You decided to meet Trey at the cafe wearing some nice tight leather pants(with come convenient rips on the legs and thighs for “aesthetics”), boots, and a tight sleeveless turtle neck that clung nicely on the curves of your body. When you arrived first at the quaint joint, you wore a nice leather motorcycle jacket zipped all the way up and sat inside, waiting for your sweet boyfriend.

When Trey arrived, he made eye contact with you and smiled before going to the counter and ordering. Of course he knew exactly what you wanted (and the quantity of each ingredient, like exactly 2 pumps of hazelnut syrup and oat milk, for example), then he would take his time and curiously look at the bakery display before choosing the newest sweet treats for you both to share.

He would bring the tray of drinks and sweets to your table and hand you your warm drink. After getting comfortable, you’d nonchalantly take your jacket off slowly, showing off the smooth skin of your shoulders and the tight tight turtle neck that was wrapped so tightly around your chest and waist. Trey’s eyes would widen momentarily, and a small blush would creep on his face, but he’d still try to play it off and act normal. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable after all. He was a gentleman that wanted to respect your body.

You would notice the way his eyes would drift to your chest here and there while he took a sip of his coffee. Of course you wanted to give him a show, so you excused yourself and got up from the table to go to the restroom. You prepared beforehand to sit facing the door so he would have to face the path to the bathroom, how clever! You made sure to walk with your hips swaying back and forth to how off the goods you were displaying in your nice tight leather pants. Trey’s blush would grow darker as he watched your ass being shown off in front of his face. He was tempted to follow you to the bathroom and give it a good squeeze while listening to your moan into his ears, but he of course resisted being the good boyfriend he was. That and he was in a public setting. He wouldn’t want to do anything inappropriate with others around to potentially see. While he might be pinning for you, he’s not the type to be risky out in the open.

You made sure to walk excruciatingly slow back to the table so that Trey would watch your thick thighs rub against each other as you took each step. You’d lightly lick your lips as you approached him closer which made him visibly gulp and awkwardly look away while drinking more coffee. He was trying to ignore the fact that his pants felt tight and that he had a very visible erection under the table. He wasn’t used to seeing you look so sexy for him on a casual coffee date, so he wasn’t sure how to react. All he could think about was reaching over, rubbing your thighs, and giving them a good squeeze while listening to your breathing hitch.

He would try to create an interesting topic to talk about to distract himself. Like how his parent’s bakery sales were going up because of the new addition of pumpkin treats. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to stall for time and avoid the thought of the sweet, sweet treat he had right in front of him. So, you amused him. You laid one of your elbows on the table while it held up your head. Your other hand would tuck a strand of hair behind your ears (or brush back your hair if it’s shorter) while giving him your most gorgeous smile. You’d agree with his conversation with a tempting “mmhm?” that could be mistaken as a small moan. You would also sit up and hook your finger on your turtleneck and pull on it commenting seductively how hot you were starting to feel while fanning yourself with the other hand.

Trey would start to visibly sweat a little and you could tell he’s fidgeting around a little. Soon, you’d have him in your honey trap. When he went to eat more cake, he was so nervous that part of the whipped cream missed his mouth. Perfect. The final piece was in front of you, ready to be taken before claiming the checkmate. You reached out to his face and your thumb brushed firmly against his lips. You then rub your thumb over the neglected whipped cream and brought it to your lips. You slipped your tongue out and lapped it up slowly and seductively. It was as if you were showing him what you’d do if he were to accidentally release his seed onto your face.

Trey couldn’t stand it anymore. He would gather everything on the tray sloppily, and standup abruptly, telling you it was time to go. He would rush to throw the trash away and hastily toss the tray at its designated slot. If you were still sitting in your chair, he’d rush over and grab your wrist pulling you up. You would teasingly ask you where you both were heading to next. Trey would mutter in his deep husky voice, “You’ll see” before tugging on your arm to hurry up.

You’d find yourself at a nearby hotel, pressed against the hotel door having your ass groped and your lips being devoured. He was so hot and needy that he didn’t wait to move to the bed. While his one hand groped your ass the other hand slid down your crotch and rubbed on your thighs. As he hungrily made out with you, your hot moans into his mouth only sparked a bigger fire in his gut. He’d find himself rubbing your sensitive bits, feeling it get wet (with either precum or vaginal fluid) as it started to leak through your leather pants. He loved the feeling of his hands running over the smooth texture of leather and the feeling of the leather mold around his hands as he squeezed on your thighs. He just wouldn’t stop giving your bottom half so much attention. Despite all the attention and love he gave to your leather clad self, he’d easily unzip your pants and push them down to get a better feel of you.

You’ve decided to awaken the monster in him, so I hope you’re ready to be eaten alive. Expect to be thrown onto the bed and being pleasured by his mouth for multiple rounds. He throughly enjoys the taste of your fluids, lapping them up after each release. Letting a slab of meat tenderize as it soaks and marinated in a fine sauce is a necessary prepping step to create the perfect dish, and of course Trey would know that. He needed to make sure you were wet and ready to go before pounding you into the bed. He wouldn’t stop no matter how many times you came underneath him. It would be get to the point of almost overstimulation. He was obsessed, that he couldn’t get enough of your taste as it flooded his mouth as your walls clenched tightly on his fingers or tongue. He wanted to make sure the meal was all prepped and ready before adding his own “flavoring” at the end. He’d make sure to praise you each and every time you came as he cleaned up the mess with his mouth.

Have fun, because you’ll be going for a few rounds since the monster has fully escaped its tightly guarded cage. He’s been pleasuring you this whole time after all and it’s only fair if you returned the favor, right? He loved the way your warm walls would squeeze on his cock as he would slam into your already overstimulated body. Your sloppy moans and squeaks only fueled him to rock his hips into you quicker. After one round, he wouldn’t feel satisfied as he looked at your weak, twitching form, consumed with pleasure. He’d flip you over on your stomach and pull on your arms as he re-enters your gaping hole.

For a proper taste-test, you need to make sure to look at a all aspects of a dish, such as the smell, the texture, as well as the taste. It’s only fair for Trey to make sure he covers all his bases as he savors his meal. To satisfy a craving properly, you must taste and get a first impression of the food, which he definitely did a bit too much. Then you take another bite to enjoy it and savor it, allowing yourself to take pleasure in it. He definitely makes sure to get his fair share of pleasure for himself as well. Then it’s with the final third bite that makes you realize that it’s time to finish the tasting as it isn’t quite enjoyable as the first two tastes. He’ll realize that you’re so exhausted and it hits him that he is too after a few rounds. He got all his pent up sexual frustrations out, much to your enjoyment.

However, don’t worry if it gets a little too rough, Trey is a master at aftercare. He’ll make sure you’re safe and comfortable at the end of the day with some nice cuddles and even a bath.

Jade Leech

Of course after NRC, Jade would work with Azul at some sort of scheme the Octo Merman created. Assumably with the major success of the Monstro Lounge, Azul would definitely open up another location similar to the lounge but for the general public. As a result, Jade would have his hands full working at this new lounge.

You decided to visit during the Lounge’s Halloween party where everyone could dress up in any costume they wanted for funsies. Normally, the lounge Azul ran was an upscale establishment requiring a specific dress code, but today was different. You decided to wearing a sexy sailor outfit. The shirt was sleeveless which showed off your arms and exposed your delicious collarbone, the skimpy bottoms were right that fit to your body well, and a nice cute little hat to top it all off.

Why did you dress this way to the well-established lounge? To tempt your lovely eel boyfriend, of course! In private, he’s always reaching over to grab your butt by the fistful while nibbling gently on your neck. He was always the one to tease you when you wanted your sweet release, so why not pay him back and tease him? You knew everything he liked to touch and see on your body, so why not… show it off? Normally he’d immediately have his way with you, but he’s working at the lounge for the party, and there’s no way he would break his perfect butler image while on the job.

You’re enjoying a good drink at the bar, leaning against the bar top rather than sitting. This made sure your ass was on full display for him to see as he walked by to serve any table nearby a drink. You noticed his eyes flicker in your direction for just a moment while he passed by. Man, is he good at keeping his perfect mask on.

You sighed to yourself, wishing that he could maybe a little more entertaining. Suddenly, another guest of the lounge slides over to you and comments, “Why the long face? Someone as attractive as you should be having fun and enjoying the world in your hands.” You knew what they were after. You were dressed like this for Jade after all, but you suppose your little “bait” worked on other little fishies in the pond as well. Before you could reject their pickup line, your view was blocked with a broad black back. “If you would excuse me, lovely patron. I believe Mr. Ashengrotto would like to have a word with you.” The deep, smooth voiced individual calmly states. The other attendant, getting excited, either due to the business prospect of talking to THE Azul or to be given the opportunity to flirt with him (much to Azul’s chagrin), hopped up from their bar seat and walked quickly to his office.

Jade turned around, giving you a serious, almost dangerous look. It gave you chills as he stared at you so intensely. Then, his polite smile returned to his face, which made your blood run cold. It was that smile that could kill a fish or two if he tried hard enough. “Now then y/n. I believe you’ve had enough fun here. Don’t you think it’s time to head home?” He asks sweetly. You give him a pout, not amused at his attempt to get you to leave the party. “It’s only 10 o’clock. It’s way to early to leave. Why are you asking? Are you perhaps… jealous of the attention I’m getting? Or can you not stand to look at me anymore with your lustful gazes?” You ask with a smug smile. You knew beforehand that poking a predatory eel was not the best idea you’ve ever had. However, it sure felt good to get back at him every so often.

Jade sighs and shrugs while responding, “Alright. Suit yourself.” Your brow creases with suspicion since you don’t trust what he’s about to do. He checks his watch and then looks back at you with a big toothy grin. “Well it happens to be my lunch break. So I suppose it’s time for a nice fulfilling meal, hmm? Fufu” He says slyly while snaking his hands around your waist and as he leads you to a private room they have at the lounge for… “official business”.

You decided to poke the eel, and now you face the punishment. The moment he leads you in the room and locks the door, he picks you up and tosses you on the long sofa. He looms over you, his knees between your thighs. “Oya? You thought you could tease me during my shift? Well I hope you’re ready for your punishment, my dear.” He whispers seductively in your ear, which makes your shiver with anticipation. He roughly pulls your shirt over your head and bounds your arms together with the now wrinkled shirt as he roams your body with his mouth. He gave you so many fleeting kissing as he trails from your collar bone to your thighs. It make you squirm under his touch as you whine for more.

You decided to bait him, so he’s going to take it, hook line and sinker. But don’t think you can get away from this sneaky eel. He’ll drag you down to the depths of the ocean before you realize what’s happening. During his one hour lunch break, he’ll enjoy giving you all sorts of love bites all over your soft skin. He has to make sure and savor each part of his meal, yes? He’ll get riled up at the idea of so many people staring at your luscious figure covered in all his sweet markings, don’t worry though, he won’t be too rough, yet. He’ll make sure to enjoy his meal fully by pleasuring you with his mouth to the point of cumming at least once and taking his fill of your juices before flipping you over on your stomach and thrusting balls deep into your warm walls. He’s a little frustrated at you for showing everyone at the lounge parts of you that were actually his and only for his eyes to see. How dare you try to lure him so you could see an amusing reaction but not even think of how it would attract other fish nearby. He’s flattered by the attempt to woo him, but you need to think more carefully in the future. He needs to show you that you are his little treasure and no one else’s.

He won’t hold back at all. If you get this eel all hot and frustrated, he will make sure to return the feelings two-fold. From the rough ways his hips smack into your butt, to the rough kisses he’ll leave on your back while he fucks your precious hole, you’ll know how much you’ve actually affected him. He’ll feel your walls start to convulse, so of course he’d pull out before you cum and listen to you whine and cry about how close you were. You must be taught a lesson after all. He needs you to know who you belong to and who’s in charge of your needy hole. He’ll lie down and pull you to face him, insisting that as punishment, you would ride yourself to your release. He knows how much you crave his cock when he shoves it into your sloppy self. So the idea of you having to desperately shake your ass, and bounce on his dick was the best punishment when all you wanted was for him to roughly fuck you. You’re too horny to argue as you slowly sit on his cock and try to ride out to your release. It doesn’t feel as good compared to when he does it, so you whine in response, begging for him to fuck you. You were so desperate that tears started to form. Now Jade wouldn’t be so mean and simply just watch you being so pitiful, would he? Well, let’s be honest, he would, but he loves you so dearly that he might give you some mercy. So he’ll buck up his hips, grab your waist and shove you down, making you see stars.

He’ll go on for at least two rounds as he rams roughly into you, biting at any patch of skin he could reach. He’ll change positions multiple times, taking you from behind, you against the wall from behind, your back against the wall as you wrap one leg around his waist, basically whatever he’s in the mood for. Each position gave him a nice view of a new patch of skin he could latch his mouth onto and add onto your collection of hickies. Thankfully the room is soundproof due to the private information that is normally shared within these walls. No one will be able to hear your delicious moans or squeaks except for the one and only Jade.

When he’s done, he’ll reposition his clothes and make sure there are no… unsavory fluids on them. If there are, he’ll simply need to walk to the employee lounge and fetch himself a new set. He’ll look down at your post-pleasure self, just lying on the sofa, still taking in the entire scene. He’ll give you a big mischievous grin, admiring the good work he’s performed for his special guest. “Fufu, now then, my dear… You are in no condition to return to the party, which is quite unfortunate. However, I’ll make sure this room stays reserved for you until the lounge closes. I hope you enjoy your stay while I attend to other guests at the party” With his big smile, he’ll walk calmly to the door, and before turning the knob, look back at you with such adoration. He’ll admire his work of the many marks he’s placed on your body, making it impossible for you to leave the room without the fear of everyone seeing them, even with your costume on. He’ll swiftly leave the room, and you hear a small click as he locks the door behind him. He’ll come back for you after his shift, but he doesn’t want anyone to find or see you in such a pitiful state after all. This was a sight for him and his eyes alone.

Rook Hunt

Rook needed a good workout that day since a hunter needs to stay in tip top form to catch his prey after all. Rook hates the monotonous and repetitive process of simply going to a gym and working out, so he invited you out to play a rigorous game of tennis. Not only does it challenge one’s wits to hit a ball accurately on the court, but it also serves as a way to chase after a target and snipe it down. He just adored games like that, but you however tolerated it only because you know he enjoys it. You always tend lose any sort of game like this though, sadly.

You decided to wear some booty shorts and a thin (maybe a bit too see-through), loose tank top, and a hat. You wanted to look cute for your hunter of love, but you soon realized the outfit only caused you issues. When you move, you can feel the shorts roll up here and there, which makes you curse your thighs for causing you mild discomfort (no one wants thigh chafing…)

He wondered to himself why you didn’t bother wearing compression shorts since they would be easier to move around in, until he noticed the benefit of these short shorts. Man, did he have front row seats to such a glorious show.

Watching as you struggled to catch the ball, it was a pitiful sight to be honest. But it was such a treat for Rook to watch your ass jiggled when you ran towards the green ball. It made him lick his lips with temptation because it reminded him of the many times he fucked you from behind. The way your ass moved each time he thrusted into you was so delicious. How could a hunter not be tempted by such a good slab of meat in front of him? He would purposely hit a close net ball followed by a lob to the back of the court, just to watch you run with your back facing him.

He also loved watching you between points as you hunched over gasping for breath. Seeing your tank top droop and watching your chest quickly rise and fall from your desperate attempt to catch your breath was such a treat. Luckily for him, if you didn’t wear anything under the tank, he’d see those perky nipples as you tried to gasp for air. If you wore a bra underneath, he still enjoyed the show as he was able to maybe catch a peak at the top of your chest.

You realized that tennis was such a work out that you drink your water like a thirsty gazelle in the Savannah. Unfortunately for you though, you spill the water all over you shirt. Granted you kinda did it on purpose, to maybe distract someone enough to score ONE measly point. However, the soaked shirt clinging to your form, and your shorts hiking up to show a peek of your thick ass only served to do the opposite. Now Rook was determined to finish this game quickly. All he wanted to was finish this poor excuse of a game, then rush you home and fuck you in the shower. You looked so vulnerable, like a small deer in the forest without its mother and crying loudly as it attracted a nearby hunter.

While he was drawing the game out to admire your form earlier, now he was playing for real. He was hitting the ball with his full strength, making it impossible for you to possibly hit it back. You were honestly too tired to keep up with him, but you weren’t the type to give up. He actually invited you to something he enjoyed, so you wanted to at least give him your best fighting chance. He did admire that part of you though.

You started to notice that people were beginning to crowd around the fences. Rook hopes that the onlookers were there to simply to watch him play at the top of his form rather than to watch you and your vulnerable state. It made his blood boil because who else would enjoy having another hunters eye HIS precious game that he already won over himself?! It got to the point where he got so distracted that he hit the ball towards an unsuspecting onlooker who he swears was looking at your ass (thankfully the fence blocked the powerful blow). When he went to grab the ball, he gave his best, flawless smile apologizing for the small outburst. On the way back to his side of the court, he made sure to grab a fistful of your ass to show that person you were his and his alone. Your precious yelp of surprise only spurred him to lean down to give you a small peck on the lips. He was trying to pretend to be playful to you, despite the fact he was actually becoming quite aggressive towards anyone who thought they could catch a peek at his pet.

Finally the game had ended and Rook skipped over to you and grabbed your hand. You noticed he was basically rushing and pulling you to leave the court while gushing how much fun it was. You were so tired that you didn’t want to run but rather just sit and melt on a metal bench nearby and catch your breath. Rook pouted at your exhausted form and after the rackets were safely tucked away in a bag and slung over his shoulder, he picks you up bridal style. Even if you protested, he’d tell you that one must strike when the iron is hot, which you didn’t really understand at the time. Not until you reached his place and got into the bathroom to take a shower.

While licking his lips, he would strip your down, enjoying the show and savoring the view as you try to squirm away in embarrassment. You insist you can take your clothes off yourself, but watching an animal flee from his grasp is way more enjoyable. He was almost more happy that you were so embarrassed. He turns on the shower as he took off your shorts, feeling your thighs as his hands traveled down to your knees. He’d stick one hand under your shirt to fondle with your nipples as he grabbed your shirt in his mouth and groped your thighs with his other hand. You were his to devour, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

He practically pushes you into the shower first when he finished stripping you and himself. Seeing your flush red face looking at him with your big doe eyes as you were soaked with water was such a treat to him. He couldn’t resist reaching around you, groping your ass and making out with you under the hot water. Feeling you squirm under his touch, wanting him to touch you only ignited a small fire in him. He would coo at you that you must have patience and that the show was only beginning. The best type of meals prepared with meat need to be slowly cooked and marinated in mouth watering juices after all. You wanted him to touch you more, and touch you down there so badly, but why would he give you that satisfaction?

Despite your begging and pleas, Rook is a bonafide hunter, you see. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt too much. So of course he’s going to slowly tease you to get you more hot and bothered. He’d flick at your perky nipples and chase your tongue with his own, drinking in all the delicious moans you struggled to mewl out. Your roaming hands didn’t distract him from his mission no matter how much you tried to give his erect member a good stroke or two. He’d simply just nip at your sensitive spots, like the shell of your ear, or the edge of your collar bone while pinching your delicate pink buds. That’s was enough to make you moan out and forget about his sensitive member, but if not, he’d just grab both of your wrists in one hand and shove you against the wall.

Once your knees give out and you’re on the floor, water falling onto your shaking form, he’d grace you with some well deserved pleasure. He’d make sure you came from his hands at least once before pressing you against the cold shower walls. Your chest would be touching the tiles as he fucks you. Ah, did he enjoy the sight of your ass bounce at each thrust. He couldn’t help but slap it once or twice, enjoying the sharp squeak that escaped your lips. He’d try not to be so rough, but his adrenaline was at its peak and he had been holding himself back for so long. However, it wouldn’t stop him from edging you. He’d know when your walls start to clench that you were getting close, so he’d pop out and rub his member over your hole. Oh how he enjoy listening to your weak whining about how close you were. He’d simply tell you that he was enjoying himself too much while looking at your cute perky body as it writhed under his touch. He enjoyed the chase too much, sadly for you. He would reach over and give your sensitive spot a small fleeting touch, as a nice long moan left your throat. He would insist you beg for what you wanted or he’d simply just tease you until you broke and said it anyways. You had to say something around the lines of “Please, put your hard cock in your pet’s sensitive hole. I want to be hunted so badly~” if you wanted him to re-enter your lonely hole in one fell swoop. He’d enjoy listening to your guttural moan as his balls slapped against you in that one thrust. If you keep telling him how much you were enjoying his dick rubbing on your sensitive spots, he might let you cum. He’d be happy to listen to your voice sing praises to him about how well of a job he was doing. He might even treat you by reaching down and have his hand rub your sensitive parts while he thrusts deeply into you.

After your hunting session, please know that you will be past the point of exhaustion. Your shaky legs probably won’t even be able to support yourself, especially with how long he probably decided to draw out the entire act. Don’t worry though, Rook will make sure to properly wash you down and give you many praises as he carries you to bed for a well deserved sleep.

Endnote: I think these were longer than the last post… I suppose I enjoyed myself too much, haha! Well hopefully you all enjoyed it! I realized while proofreading that all the boys on this post are big teases haha. So does that mean the horny anon just a masochist? Jk jk, maybe I am since I also like Jade and Trey as well 😂

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tgmsunmontue · 29 days

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Tell me what to write weekend...

Thursday is Anzac Day, a public holiday in New Zealand, and while I am working on Friday I expect to be one of the very people at work and will 100% take advantage of that fact to write fanfic.

So my weekend starts tomorrow after I get home from the dawn service. I still have stuff I need to do but writing is always up there.

NUMBERS:

Online and Anonymous - 2/16 Hangster who are anonymous Grindr buddies for YEARS. (Tumblr post)

More than Movie Magic - Hangster Hollywood AU (4 chapters left)

Sagas of Solitude 2/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby

CURRENT LETTERS:

A, C, D, E, H, I, K... Bingo #1, Bingo #2

A) Where do I know you from? There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. (Tumblr idea unspooling here...)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

H) Getting to know you from the beginning - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 2/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - Transformers cross-over for help me @yeagrave is 110% to blame for me adding this... (related to this post) (Prologue)

BINGO #1 - Hangster Ranch AU

BINGO #2 - IceMav Florist/Undercover Agent AU

You pick 1-3 of the above and either:

Message

Send an ask (Anon is on)

with the letters/Numbers of the fic/s you wish would hurry up and get finished/posted already. (Yes, you can pick the same one three times - some of these fics are that close to getting finished that would be enough to tip them over, you also don't have to pick more than one).

Numbers indicate fics I am consciously working on updating/completing, and likely have a completion date in mind.

Letters indicate fics that are often getting completed because people ask for me to work on them through things like this. (I usually do this every weekend).

Asterisks represent fics that are most likely soon to become numbered fics.

Doing this keeps me on task and makes me accountable. It stops me from procrastinating and I really appreciate people providing their numbers.

THANK YOU!

#More info on what the letters are about and instructions on how this works under the cut - most of you know how this goes #writing and wrangling woes #I can write 2k in an evening and 5k in a day - don't hold back

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waitmyturtles · 4 months

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Turtles Catches Up With Old GMMTV: Secret Crush On You (SCOY) Edition

[What’s going on here? After joining Tumblr and discovering Thai BLs through KinnPorsche in 2022, I began watching GMMTV’s new offerings -- and realized that I had a lot of history to catch up on, to appreciate the more recent works that I was delving into. From tropes to BL frameworks, what we’re watching now hails from somewhere, and I’m learning about Thai BL's history through what I’m calling the Old GMMTV Challenge (OGMMTVC). Starting with recommendations from @absolutebl on their post regarding how GMMTV is correcting for its mistakes with its shows today, I’ve made an expansive list to get me through a condensed history of essential/classic/significant Thai BLs produced by GMMTV and many other BL studios. My watchlist, pasted below, lists what I’ve watched and what’s upcoming, along with the reviews I’ve written so far. Today, I offer my thoughts on the importance of Saint Suppapong's and Cheewin Thanamin's Secret Crush on You in the annals of Thai BL history.]

I offer a very hearty THANK YOU to my dear friends @lurkingshan and @bengiyo for reviewing this draft before publication!

Well! A VERY belated happy new year from the OGMMTVC shores! I have allowed myself a lengthy onboarding back to the pattern of watching older Thai BLs due to many life circumstances around the 2023 holidays.

But I do still stay on my grind: while I was slowly watching and re-watching SCOY over the last month, I've added two current shows to the list, which I'll explain about later, and I've also taken up reading an incredibly important book to this project, Dr. Thomas Baudinette's ethnographic study, Boys Love Media in Thailand, which is giving me tremendous insight and history into the development of the Thai BL genre from direct reporting in Asia. In other words, the OGMMTVC project is still cooking along -- I'll plan to post about the book when my current watchlist is at a pause, while current shows on the list are airing.

All that being said, I'm here today to report on my watch of 2022's Secret Crush on You. Here's a little outline to keep me organized:

1) A quick reminder of how SCOY got on the OGMMTVC list, 2) A thematic hit list of why SCOY belongs on the list, and why it's so important for the history of Thai BL, and 3) A few personal takes on the show.

SCOY got on the OGMMTVC list way back in May 2023, in the comments of my glowing review of the second season of Make It Right, suggested by @absolutebl Sensei themself. SCOY is directed by Cheewin Thanamin, who had co-directed MIR and MIR2 along with New Siwaj. (He is also, famously AND infamously, the director of the recent shows Playboyy and Middleman's Love, as well as many other shows, including YYY, Why R U, and more.)

At the time of my watch of MIR2, I reveled in the fabulous endings of TeeFuse and FrameBook, the holistically loving and embracing relationships of those two couples, who were fearlessly and openly queer and committed to each other; and I compared those endings to that of another fabulous Cheewin show, 2023's Bed Friend, which also ended glowingly, after a hell of a traumatic journey, for the dear mains, KingUea.

SCOY, from a growth perspective, fits between the high school world of MIR and the working adult world of Bed Friend, showcasing Toh, the stalker-shy university junior outcast; Nuea, the popular, athletic, and gorgeous university senior, and their respective groups of friends, who, to a tee, end up with each other. In the comments of my MIR2 review, @absolutebl wrote,

"...there is a case to be made that Cheewin is having a conversation with us[,] the culmination of which is actually SCOY. It feels like everything in his career was leading to that show[.]"

I believe this is absolutely right. While the public commentary on SCOY was that the first few episodes would be hard to digest -- for me, it took until episode *9* to feel comfortable enough to ride the SCOY train -- the amount of internal and external-to-BL themes that SCOY carries within it marks it as an incredibly important show for the annals of Thai BL history.

I also want to note that, after SCOY, Cheewin's War of Y also airs in 2022, as a macro commentary on the BL industry. Without having seen War of Y yet -- I think it makes sense, and is quite fitting, that there may be similar themes between these two shows as to what SCOY was addressing by way of personal and industry-related psychologies.

I'll get into those themes in a second, but as so many of you know as well: this was also the first production for Saint Suppapong's agency, Idol Factory, featuring (for 2022) a slate of incredible new QL actors and actresses who have already made a fast and deep impact on the genre (...fast and deep impact huh huh ANYWAY).

Putting ourselves into Saint's shoes -- a man well familiar with the pitfalls of the BL industry, vis à vis his associations with his previous PerthSaint and ZeeSaint ships -- I can make a safe assumption that he approached the production of SCOY with the intent to make a groundbreaking show, and to approach the fan service side of the BL industry with as much consciousness for his actors as possible. While I'm not watching Idol Factory's latest show, The Sign, I am noting that The Sign's two stars, Billy Patchanon (of SCOY) and Babe Tanatat are very good at their fan service offerings. (Heng in this video, omg.) But all that being said, the unfortunate incident last year of the untimely revelation of Seng Wichai's and Freen Sarocha's relationship indicates that Idol Factory is also not immune to the controversies and pitfalls of the BL and shipping industries.

What I particularly loved about SCOY -- and why I agree with @absolutebl and many BL fandom veterans that it belongs on the OGMMTVC list -- is that this show unabashedly insisted that all people are people, all humans are equitably humans, and all humans deserve the same emotional and social respect as anyone else. It punched social expectations of the "winners" and "losers" down to the ground to offer nuanced narratives of most of its characters.

We see Toh (Seng Wichai) and his group of friends repeatedly put down and bullied. We see Toh and Jao kicked to the ground for their looks and presentations. We see popular Nuea (Billy) and Sky (Heng Asavarid) suffering from jealousy, insecurity, unrequited love and desire. We see Nuea and Sky objectified. We see Daisy question themself for their femme identity, and we see Daisy's group of friends become so moved and emotional about this change as to both uplift Daisy's preferences and to support them in whatever changes they want to make.

We also see -- for only the second time on the OGMMTVC list, and surely in the biggest BL up til 2022 -- a prominent femme side character in Daisy, one who is very much pursued by a cis male suitor in Touch. (The first time we see such a prominent femme character on the OGMMTVC syllabus is, again, in Cheewin's Make It Right 2, in the character of Yok, who was very out and very gay throughout that season.)

I'm going to examine this more in just a bit, but I also want to note, in a fabulous conversation I had with @bengiyo about SCOY, that this show also somewhat upends social expectations of who exactly gets bullied in a "typical" school setting. We do very much see Toh and his friend group get attacked. We see that friend group come together in support of each other. But we also see them very much accepted, as they are, by the older, more popular friend group.

There are many more examples of these themes, but in any case:

These were nuanced, layered, and sophisticated depictions of humanity, all for a show within the BL genre that had started its journey, way back in 2014, in demanding clear seme/uke dynamics and male/female characteristic assumptions between main couples. SCOY clearly took great pains to examine and upend these assumptions. In particular, the hot tub conversation in episode 9 had me going wild; a conversation that has become legendary as it was the first time (and not the last!) that a character of Billy Patchanon's stated that he was verse:

By the time we get to 2022, I love what this conversation signifies for Thai BL. From SOTUS's Kongpob saying that he'll make Arthit his wife; to Pat clarifying to BOTH Pran AND Phupha, "I'm not your wife" -- and, now in SCOY, to Nuea being like, "oh, roles? Yeah, whateves, I'm down," is such a refreshing spin to the conversation about the demands that the genre, AND society, place on hulking cis-presenting men like Nuea/Billy.

Of course, the biggest upending to any assumptions that viewers (including myself) may have had about the dynamics between the two main couples of NueaToh and SkyJao was in seeing how deeply insecure both Nuea and Sky were of the stability of their relationships with their boyfriends in Toh and Jao. Nuea and Sky both recognized that it was literally society itself -- and the very deep internal impacts that society could have on the psyches of the nerdy Toh and Jao -- that could threaten the sanctity of Nuea's and Sky's relationships.

Nuea and Sky weren't relying or assuming on their good looks or popularity ranks to win Toh and Jao over. Nuea and Sky were very much in love with these two men, and both wanted to have holistically complete and committed relationships with their boyfriends. And Nuea and Sky WORKED for these relationships, and feared the worst, often, if an internal obstacle (like Jao's insecurity) or external obstacle (like the girls in pursuit of Nuea) got in their way.

@bengiyo, in reference to my conversation with him earlier, mentioned a social shade to all of this that I found fascinating. He noted that this show did NOT interrogate the "weirdness" of Toh and his friend group. I'm actually going to criticize that just a touch in a bit, because I would have liked more background context into Toh, myself. However, Ben makes an important point about this, because he noted to me that majority society WOULD interrogate the origins of Toh's "weirdness" -- and would NOT interrogate the popularity, good looks, and success of Nuea and his group, because majority society would well assume that Nuea and his group are... "normal."

I find these instinctual inclinations to be FASCINATING to ponder, and I really think SCOY did a wonderful job in allowing us as viewers an "in" to a loving alternate reality that those who are considered "weird" in this world deserve a fair and equitable shot at love and acceptance from all corners. Ben noted for me that MUCH more often in majority society, that being queer makes someone vastly unpopular. (Ben also noted for me that what SCOY posits for Nuea and Sky by way of their queer presentations against their popular standings would likely have led to them being ostracized in real life.)

I want to note that this loving alternate reality for the unpopular is almost exactly similar to another fictional environment created by Cheewin in Make It Right -- which prompted an early and memorable conversation between Ben and me early in this project. (Thank you so much to @bengiyo for giving me time and space to read and comment on this SCOY piece.)

I want to posit -- again, without having seen War of Y -- that all of this is fascinating territory for Idol Factory, in its first show, to tread by way of humanizing IF's gloriously good-looking talent in Billy, Heng, and others. I'll know more by way of comparison when I actually watch War of Y -- but I think SCOY does a FABULOUS job in slowly leading viewers to contemplate our assumptions about how "easy" it might be to be a good-looking and/or athletic person in society. Insecurity and instability are common characteristics among all of us. SCOY very decidedly skewers any assumptions that viewers, and society, may have about the "transcendent" nature of the show's fictional "celebrities" to bring all of its characters down to a more common and equitable human level.

By a long shot, these themes are the ones that I loved absolutely the most about SCOY. I have a few personal takes on the show that I'll share in just a moment, but one more shout of celebration that I'd like to offer to SCOY is the following:

Of all the excellent acting in this show -- from Billy, to Heng, to the utterly DELIGHTFUL Looknam Orntara as Som, to the fabulous Surprise Pittikorn as a conflicted and insecure Jao -- let me offer all the flowers to

Seng Wichai, who had me CRINGING, OMG, *CRINGING*, throughout most of SCOY.

I hope this man won AWARDS for this role. All of my feelings towards the character of Toh aside -- Seng Wichai absolutely BODIED this role. I was SQUIRMING during the first three quarters of this series. God, he NAILED every last characteristic that would make a person like Toh so interpretively painful and pitiful. That Seng left Idol Factory last year, before his relationship with Freen was exposed, is, I think, a huge loss for IF. I know War of Y is chaotic, but I actually can't wait to watch it simply to see another side of Seng's acting.

For Seng's Toh to be pursued so intensely by Nuea -- and for Toh to be so Toh throughout that pursuit -- I truly can't think of a past BL actor from the past OGMMTVC dramas that could have done a better and more nuanced job than Seng Wichai to just remain so COMMITTED to Toh's modus operandi of stalking and collecting, especially so DEEP into the 14-episode run.

I will admire Seng's performance endlessly. My very own personal take on SCOY -- which I do not want to detract from its importance in the BL genre annals -- was that I think some of Cheewin's typical chaotic flourishes did not quite comport with the complicated emotionality that SCOY otherwise served.

At the end of the series, we meet Toh's parents in rural Suphanburi -- but we don't get a sense throughout the series of why Toh decides to pursue Nuea only from afar, in stalker-like actions, for so very long. Again, this stalker behavior is only presented as an MO -- and as @bengiyo noted to me, that was likely on purpose, as a means of showing that Toh's friend group would be accepting of each other NO MATTER their unique characteristics.

We also have to wait a VERY long time in the series for Toh to be held accountable for his stalking actions, as he even continues to collect items well into his relationship with Nuea. The flip side of this is an empathic one -- he's collecting the items out of an assumption, on his end, that his relationship with Nuea WILL end. However, it's made clear that Toh had no intention to ever tell Nuea of this side of Toh's behavior.

There were other moments in the show that tonally confused me, particularly in episode 5, the first time that the group goes to the beach, where Toh is in the hotel room with Nuea for the first time, and is both overtly confident that he might get it on with Nuea, but also seems reluctant to actually pursue it once Nuea starts offering hints. I worked this out with @lurkingshan (thank you, friend!) that Toh was demonstrating a brave face and fantasy to start, but was surprised when Nuea actually reciprocated the consideration. This happened a couple of times throughout the show, and Shan's assessment makes absolute sense -- I think I could have used some language clarity around those scenes myself, particularly when Toh was talking postgame with his friends after those moments, that he was surprised by Nuea's acceptance. But, @lurkingshan -- your assessment of the pattern holds, and I understand it.

Once I finished the series, I read @absolutebl's 2022 review of SCOY, and ABL -- I totally understand your perspective. I get the pull between adoration and cringe for this show. A stalker premise is HEAVY. It didn't help, in that heaviness, to have no past context to Toh's behavior, coupled with Seng's incredible cringy performance.

If another director without as many chaotic tendencies could have directed this show -- I think we would have gotten a more complete and contextual emotionality to the show that would have helped Toh's and Nuea's relationship be portrayed as fully full-circle.

I think this is enough of a quibble that'll keep me from easily rewatching SCOY. But, towards the end of the series (@twig-tea, YOU WERE RIGHT!) -- especially from episode 9 onwards -- I felt that I finally and truly understood where this show was going, and what it was about, and I felt endeared to it.

I think many in the fandom will agree that SkyJao was actually the couple that interpreted, much more clearly, the impact of social pressures and insecurities on a relationship, and for that, I will forever shout

SKYJAO! SKYJAO! SKYJAO!

as one of my absolute favorite side pairings of all time.

SCOY was a hard watch for me because of the interruptions of the holidays, of life, and because I've gotten a little less patient with Cheewin's chaos (...I dropped Playboyy, omg, I have to admit), despite my utter admiration for his work on Make It Right and Bed Friend.

But the difficulties I had in watching it should not take away from honoring this show as a hell of an important one. It makes me admire Saint Suppapong to no end for spending his own damn money towards the pursuit of better BLs. And the acting in SCOY was truly FANTASTIC. Despite my own personal reservations, I cannot recommend SCOY highly enough -- because watching it, and enjoying it, is truly a perfect demarcation to understand how far Thai BLs had gotten to its airing moment in 2022.

[OKAY! As I mentioned above, this project has gotten even richer with the addition of my current reading of Dr. Thomas Baudinette's Boys Love Media in Thailand -- I look forward to offering my thoughts on that book after my watch project is over.

I have added a few shows to the watchlist! The recently-aired Last Twilight makes it on as a show that centered disability vis à vis BL for the first time, and Cherry Magic Thailand makes it on as Thailand's first major adaptation of a Japanese manga and dorama. I've also added 23.5, GMMTV's first GL, to the list, although the premiere date continues to be up in the air for that show.

AS WELL! An actual Japanese BL makes it on the list, ha ha! I'm obsessed with this because I'm learning from Baudinette about the Japanese roots of Thai BL. I am in LOVE with Ossan's Love Returns, and it happily features a cameo by none other than Loong Jim and Wen, who hilariously (AND SMARTLY, go get yer money, guys) franchised Moonlight Chicken to Japan. Earth Pirapat and Mix Sahaphap make the most adorable cameo, and they will be inhabiting Haruta's and Maki's roles when the Thai version of Ossan's Love starts filming later this year.

FINALLY! My own personally long-awaited KinnPorsche (OOOO-WEEEEE!) rewatch is up next, but I'm taking a beat to catch up on Cooking Crush. I can't wait for my late-night liveblogs on KP, though -- they're coming soon!

Here's the status of the list -- as always, Tumblr's web editor is NOT nice to this list, so please mosey over to this link for your very latest updates on the project!

1) The Love of Siam (2007) (movie) (review here) 2) My Bromance (2014) (movie) (review here) 3) Love Sick and Love Sick 2 (2014 and 2015) (review here) 4) Gay OK Bangkok Season 1 (2016) (a non-BL queer series directed by Jojo Tichakorn and written by Aof Noppharnach) (review here) 5) Make It Right (2016) (review here) 6) SOTUS (2016-2017) (review here) 7) Gay OK Bangkok Season 2 (2017) (a non-BL queer series directed by Jojo Tichakorn and written by Aof Noppharnach) (review here) 8) Make It Right 2 (2017) (review here) 9) Together With Me (2017) (review here) 10) SOTUS S/Our Skyy x SOTUS (2017-2018) (review here) 11) Love By Chance (2018) (review here) 12) Kiss Me Again: PeteKao cuts (2018) (no review) 13) He’s Coming To Me (2019) (review here) 14) Dark Blue Kiss (2019) and Our Skyy x Kiss Me Again (2018) (review here) 15) TharnType (2019-2020) (review here) 16) Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey (OffGun BL cuts) (2016 and 2017) (no review) 17) Theory of Love (2019) (review here) 18) 3 Will Be Free (2019) (a non-BL and an important harbinger of things to come in 2019 and beyond re: Jojo Tichakorn pushing queer content in non-BLs) (review here) 19) Dew the Movie (2019) (review here) 20) Until We Meet Again (2019-2020) (review here) (and notes on my UWMA rewatch here) 21) 2gether (2020) and Still 2gether (2020) (review here) 22) I Told Sunset About You (2020) (review here) 23) YYY (2020, out of chronological order) (review here) 24) Manner of Death (2020-2021) (not a true BL, but a MaxTul queer/gay romance set within a genre-based show that likely influenced Not Me and KinnPorsche) (review here) 25) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) (review here) 26) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) OGMMTVC Fastest Rewatch Known To Humankind For The Sake Of Rewatching Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS (re-review here) 27) Lovely Writer (2021) (review here) 28) Last Twilight in Phuket (2021) (the mini-special before IPYTM) (review here) 29) I Promised You the Moon (2021) (review here) 30) Not Me (2021-2022) (review here) 31) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) (thesis here) 32) 55:15 Never Too Late (2021-2022) (not a BL, but a GMMTV drama that features a macro BL storyline about shipper culture and the BL industry) (review here) 33) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) and Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS (2023) OGMMTVC Rewatch (Links to the BBS OGMMTVC Meta Series are here: preamble here, part 1, part 2, part 3a, part 3b, and part 4) 34) Secret Crush On You (2022) 35) KinnPorsche (2022) (tag here) 36) KinnPorsche (2022) OGMMTVC Fastest Rewatch Known To Humankind For the Sake of Re-Analyzing the KP Cultural Zeitgeist (watching)

...interrupting the OGMMTVC list here to watch War of Y (2022) in chronology and to decide if it gets listed...

37) The Eclipse (2022) (tag here) 38) The Eclipse OGMMTVC Rewatch to Reexamine the Start of “Genre BLs” and Internalized/Externalized Homophobia in GMMTV Shows 39) GAP (2022-2023) (Thailand’s first GL) 40) My School President (2022-2023) and Our Skyy 2 x My School President (2023) 41) Moonlight Chicken (2023) (tag here) 42) Bed Friend (2023) (tag here) 43 La Pluie (2023) (review coming) 44) Be My Favorite (2023) (tag here) (I’m including this for BMF’s sophisticated commentary on Krist’s career past as a BL icon) 45) Wedding Plan (2023) (Recommended as an important trajectory in the course of MAME’s work and influence from TharnType) 46) Only Friends (2023) (tag here) (not technically a BL, but it certainly became one in the end) 47) Last Twilight (2023-24) (tag here) (on the list as Thailand’s first major BL to center disability, successfully or otherwise) 48) Cherry Magic Thailand (2023-24) (tag here) (on the list as the first major Japanese-to-Thai drama adaptation, featuring the comeback of TayNew) 49) Ossan’s Love Returns (2024) (adding for the EarthMix cameo and the eventual Thai remake) 50) 23.5 (2024)]

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