#I'll post an actual sex scene next

[heyimkana]

This translation may not be 100% correct, I'm sorry for the mistakes, both English and Japanese are not my first language 😭

A little context: studying abroad, you and your boyfriend live in different countries and it's been a while since you've last seen each other. Missing you terribly, he calls you very early in the morning.

00.02 Listening to your voice like this, it really feels like you're here beside me so for me not being able to touch you directly is... really hard.

00.15 Hey, right now... You're in your room right? Is there anyone else there?

(You tell him, "I'm alone.")

00.24 I see... Well then... For now, why don't you replace me with your hand instead?

(You say, "I don't get what you're saying.")

00.35 You don't get what I'm saying? *chuckles*

00.38 I mean, the hand that you're not using to hold the phone right now... It's free, right?

00.42 Think of it as my hand.

00.45 Let's see...

00.47 For starters, try touching your own lips.

(You hesitate.)

00.54 Come on, don't be so embarrassed, hurry up.

00.59 Your soft lips... Touch them. *kisses*

01.07 Hehe, didn't it feel like I just kissed you? (referring to both the kissing sound he made and the way you touched your lips with your hand)

(You say, "Yes.")

01.14 Right? Then, next is... Try touching your neck.

01.22 Try to imagine that that's my hand, okay? If you think of it like that, you'll feel a little sensitive.

01.28 Do it more gently. Touching it or not, you can do whatever you like.

(You say, "It's embarrassing.")

01.39 It's not embarrassing. It's only me who sees you like this.

(You argue that he's not really looking because he's not there with you.)

01.46 No, I am looking at you. It's shown vividly, the way your face goes all red from the way I'm touching you.

01.59 When I close my eyes, I can really see you.

02.03 Listen, try to remember the day when we first got together.

02.10 That time, I carried you to the bed.

02.16 Come on, you do it too. Lie down on the bed.

(You ask him, "Are you on the bed right now?")

02.20 Yeah, I'm on my bed too.

02.27 You're already on the bed?

(You say, "Yes.")

02.30 Then, close your eyes. Slowly, start unbuttoning your shirt. Imagine it that I'm doing it to you.

02.40 That's right, you're so good...

02.44 Aah, look. I can see your beautiful skin. Your skin is so white, so smooth and soft...

02.57 *breathes in, sighs* You smell so good...

03.04 You can imagine it, right?

03.06 I'm right in front of you now.

03.10 I'll be gentle.

03.15 Keep your eyes closed.

03.18 I'll kiss those adorable eyes.

03.26 Then your neck...

03.32 Your ears too...

03.39 Ah... I want to touch your chest...

03.45 Try to touch your breast in my place.

03.48 Come on, there's only me who sees this.

03.57 As I thought... They're really soft, aren't they..?

04.02 Your nipples... How do they look now? Are they hard?

(You tell him, "It feels embarrassing to do this.")

04.13 It's not embarrassing. It's okay.

04.17 I'm also... hard.

04.26 Hey... Try touching your nipples too.

04.31 Come on, hurry up.

04.36 Is it still soft? Try doing it harder.

04.47 Your voice is so cute... That's right, this is what I've been wanting to hear.

04.57 Hey... I'll kiss your ear so... Try and play with your breasts some more.

05.10 Just like the way you did before. Harder.

05.26 Your cute voice... I want to hear it more...

05.32 Take off your panties next.

05.35 Actually, I'll be happy if you can take everything off.

(You ask him, "Why?")

05.39 Well, because I want to see everything.

05.45 Come on... Hurry...

05.53 Just by listening to those rustling sounds you make, I get so turned-on. I'm wondering if you're naked now...

06.01 You've taken your clothes off?

06.05 Then... So I can see more of you, try spreading your legs.

06.11 Wider. Make it so I can see you clearly.

06.16 Liar. You're not really spreading your legs 'cause you're too embarrassed to do it, are you? I can tell.

06.29 Hey... Show it to me... I haven't touched you down there in a while, so at least, even if we're just imagining it, let me touch you.

06.45 Then... Do it gently.... Even if it's only for a little, it's okay... Try touching yourself...

07.02 Don't put your fingers inside just yet, okay? You can't do it until I say so.

07.12 You can only touch yourself around the edge.

07.16 That's right... Just slowly... rub yourself...

07.31 Hmm? What is it? Don't tell me, you already put your fingers inside...

07.42 What should we do... *chuckles*

07.54 It can't be helped, huh? Well then, gently put your fingers inside...

08.11 Such a cute voice...

08.16 I'm close too...

08.21 Should we cum together then?

09.06 Sorry, it's morning over there, isn't it? I'm sorry for making you do such weird things so early in the morning.

09.16 Yeah, it felt so good... Thank you...

(After this part, there's a conversation where you're telling him to just use your pictures if he wants to jerk off next time and he says, "No, I can't use those precious pics I have of you to masturbate, that's crazy!" but inwardly he admits, "Sorry, truth is, I already used them before." He's worried that you'll start thinking of him as a pervert but you say, "We literally just had phone sex, what are you worried about?" Then the track got cut short here because Tumblr won't let me upload the full track, but what happens next is you tell him it's okay to use your pictures and you even offer him to send some lewder ones like pictures of you in your underwear and he gulps, "S-seriously?" and you reply, "What, you don't want them?" and he answers, "Yes, I do want them. Very, very much." But then he gets worried if the pictures got stolen and posted online, so he tells you not to do it.)

spoiler for the next track: You send him some pics of you in your underwear, along with a toy... you know, like a fleshlight... and then he uses it while looking at your pictures 😳

[vorestarr]

i love when Astarion is mean, and i mean like genuinely mean, saying shitty things and lashing out specifically to hurt someone or push them away. i think it really says so much about him and about the specific situations when he feels the need to lash out. i love seeing it with Durge/Tav, but i'm playing a Karlach origin to romance him right now and he's so mean during his first romance scene when he can't even kiss Karlach.

after playing it, i went to look at the parsed dialogue for that scene because i wanted to see if there were any dev notes, and oh boy are there dev notes. walk with me here while i go through them all. (i didn't add alt text to the images below, but i did transcribe the lines i'm referencing in the images below, so all the important information is in the text of the post itself.)

it's the typical Astarion scene, but after his "i've been waiting to taste you" line, he diverges with: "Although your condition means tasting you could be a risky proposition. You're quite the forbidden fruit, aren't you?"

the player (as Karlach) has a few choices in reply at that point, but as long as they pick one that progresses the scene (i.e., not the one where you reject him last minute), he goes down the same dialogue tree. this tree starts with:

Astarion: All denied to us because of what Zariel did to you. [devnote: subtext, thinking about Cazador]

so right off the bat he's upset because Karlach's situation is reminding him of his own with Cazador.

but then his next line is:

Astarion: I - you know, I have no idea what to do with you now. [devnote: Astarion's mask as the flippant libertine is cracking a bit here. He's frustrated but vulnerable here. Because he can't physically seduce or touch Karlach, his usual means of interacting with a person is punctured. He's faced with the reality that he might not know how to handle a situation where he can't bite or seduce his way to the finish line.]

wow. that's a lot in that dev note.

at this point, the player has the option of a few responses, but two options to continue the encounter. the choices to continue it are: "You don't have to 'do' anything. We can just be." or "After the life you've led, I'm not surprised."

if you choose the first option, Astarion is frustrated but less mean. he says:

Astarion: 'Just be' what, exactly? Frustrated? Bored? What do we do, if not... that?

if you choose the second option, he's a little meaner. understandably so, since the player just poked at his painful past:

Astarion: You think you know the life I've led? The experiences I've had? You've no idea the stories I could tell, sweet Karlach. But you - you're just -

then, both the paths converge to the same final statement, which is mean no matter what Karlach has said to this point:

Astarion: Urgh! Why is this so difficult? I'd have already bedded you twice if you were normal.

importantly, there are dev notes for all of his lines here, but the notes are all the same:

devnote: Masking defensiveness with offensiveness. In truth he really does want what Karlach is offering (to just hang out without having sex) but now that it's within grasp he's floundering.

again, at this point the player has two choices to continue the encounter, and one to end it. i'll go down each continue path separately, since they can diverge quite a bit.

path 1

the first choice is to say: "Twice in this short space of time? Doesn't sound very satisfying."

he gets mad. and mean.

Astarion: Karlach! You know what I mean. [devnote: Frustrated] Astarion: Or maybe you don't. Astarion: There may be an inferno in you, Karlach, but at the end of the day you've been frigid for a decade, isn't that right? [devnote: Being mean-spirited in an attempt to drive Karlach away, even though he doesn't actually want to do that.]

the player again has two response options to continue the encounter, and one to end it.

the first choice to continue the encounter is: "You want to try that again? Without being a jackass, maybe?"

in response he says:

Astarion: This is impossible - you're impossible! [devnote: Masking defensiveness with offensiveness. In truth he really does want what Karlach is offering (to just hang out without having sex) but now that it's within grasp he's floundering.]

(at this point, the path diverts to merge with the dialogue tree from the previous branch where Astarion complains about Karlach not being normal. so we'll pause here, and continue down that dialogue tree with the path 2 header below.)

the second choice to continue the encounter after Astarion says that Karlach has been frigid for a decade is to say: "What's really going on here, Astarion? Suddenly you're so vicious."

he replies:

Astarion: Suddenly? Darling, you haven't been paying attention. [devnote: Seething and mean.] Astarion: Listen, it's just - ... I'm sorry, all right? Is that what you want?

again, at this point, he diverts to the same shared dialogue tree as the other response option. that merges with path 2, so we'll continue there:

path 2

to go BACK to the previous branch we went down, where Astarion said he would have bedded Karlach twice already if she was just normal, the other response option for the player is: "I am normal. 'Fucked up' is the height of normalcy."

instead of being mean, Astarion immediately apologizes:

Astarion: Oh no - don't you tar me with your 'normal' brush. My demons keep me extraordinary. [devnote: Karlach has punctured Astarion's bad mood with a joke.]

and then he apologizes, like he does in the other paths, saying he doesn't know what to do without being able to touch her.

Astarion: I - ...I'm sorry, Karlach. It's just, not being able to touch you - having to slow down, it's... I'm just not used to it. [devnote: subtext here is on the slowing down. That IS what he wants. But it's hard for him to see that clearly.]

Astarion: So, can you -... I don't know. Help? Show me what to do? [devnote: First breakthrough. He's asking for help knowing what to do when you can't jump into bed with someone.]

again, at this point, the player has two options to continue the encounter or one to end it.

for the first response to continue, the player can say: "We can just talk. As long as we want. Then we can sleep. Near, but not too near."

Astarion responds to this one pretty positively. he's still a little mean, but it's in his fond teasing way, and not his biting, cruel way:

Astarion: Karlach, champion of the Hells, wants to talk and then fall asleep? [devnote: Incredulous] My dear, you're much more boring than I gave you credit for. [devnote: Teasing] All right, Karlach. Let's try it your way. [devnote: Gently. He's feeling vulnerable, but sees that this might be a chance to feel safe.]

the second response option from the player is: "I don't know either. This is all just as new for me as it is for you."

he doesn't respond quite as well to this one, and goes back to being mean:

Astarion: Well. To quote you: 'Fuck.' Astarion: Why don't we put ourselves out of this misery and just sleep? If I can at least look at you, I won't have wasted my whole evening. [devnote: Peak of Astarion sexy toxicity.]

then, the scene fades to black and it transitions to the morning-after scene with Astarion, where the player first sees his scars.

i also think as a whole, this scene is just so representative of Astarion's early-game state of mind. he's following a comfortable script with all his interactions, but when he's confronted with something new, he flounders.

especially when it comes to sex, which is a touchy subject for him, his first reaction to any vulnerability is to lash out and hurt people. in this scene:

if Karlach brings up his past experiences, he lashes out. ("You think you know the life I've led?")

he blames Karlach for the situation because that's easier than addressing that he doesn't know what to do without his script. ("if you were normal")

if Karlach jokes about him ("Doesn't sound very satisfying") he lashes out even further, calling her frigid and impossible and then even doubling down if she calls him out ("you haven't been paying attention").

but if Karlach jokes about HERSELF ("'Fucked up' is the height of normalcy"), it snaps him out of his toxic bullshit and he's able to take a step back and apologize to her.

then regardless, he's also able to recognize that this is an opportunity to get what he wants without having sex, and recognize that he wants that too.

and then to me, Astarion being mean in that last response choice ("I don't know either") makes perfect sense, given the context of his other lashing out earlier in the conversation. even if the player didn't make those previous choices where he lashed out at them, he can still get mean and toxic on this choice.

crucially, with this choice, he's taken that step of hopeful vulnerability where he recognizes that maybe he does want to just spend time with Karlach without having sex, but he doesn't know how to do it. he asks for help.

if the player says they don't know how to do that either, he immediately puts those defensive walls back up. he doesn't want to flounder around, he wants an answer. he wants to know that it's actually possible to have a positive experience with someone without the script he's always used. the player saying they don't have that answer just pisses him off.

wow okay this post got really long, but i really vibed with the dev notes for this scene, and i think you can see exactly these toxic behaviors from Astarion in other scenes and in romances with other characters as well, but it's just so so clear with the Karlach scene and the dev notes just really highlight that.

[yunsound]

The Third Installment to the Oubing Saga- Yunbing

PRIOR EXPERIENCE NEEDED!

Entry ticket: reading this post and acknowledging that the following is about to be 18+. No, I'm not writing anything explicit, but it's going to be some mentions of sex. Move on.

After finishing Ne Zha 2025 (or the 2019 version if you're a real one), did you feel overcome by the gayness? Did you wonder why the fuck anyone would ever look at their best friend like that? Did shoujo anime music start playing in the back of your head?

...yeah you're not alone.

As previously mentioned, Oubing is currently China's biggest fandom ship (I stay hopeful that this wave of hype will last longer than it did in 2019). I also trust that you all understand why that is.

Seriously, I've never seen any piece of Chinese media except for straight up BL THIS gay.

Let's count on one hand how many BL tropes these movies include.

Red/blue

Soulmates

Only friend

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Oh oops, we ran out of fingers! Next hand.

Friends to enemies to friends to lovers

Forbidden romance

Demon x angel

Two halves of one... thing

...bondage? I suppose? If you know you know THE scene.

Oh wow look at that we ran out of fingers again. MOVING ON TO THE NEXT HAND-

Okay, I'll stop here. All of this makes Oubing technically a very vanilla ship (ignore the bondage that's mostly a joke. Though you WILL see a lot of art involving Ne Zha's red sash in... different usages) and very sweet. Pure love, I suppose.

Do you know about Shangmei Oubing, a variation on Oubing featuring different adaptations of Ne Zha and Ao Bing? Well now you do. Read this post to figure out what I'm talking about.

If there's a spectrum of the wholesome-ness of Oubing ships, Shangmei Oubing is in the middle. Yes, it's very toxic, but technically Ne Zha does really love Ao Bing a lot, just in the wrong ways.

On the OPPOSITE end of that spectrum, we have Yunbing.

Yunbing is the ship between Ne Zha and Ao Bing from the 2021 movie New Gods Reborn: Ne Zha. The movie itself is on Netflix- it's kind of a mid movie, I'm NGL, but the animation is pretty good.

I haven't watched the whole movie (how do I know it's mid? Because I saw some clips and they made me sigh out loud) so I'm maybe not the most reliable critic, but it's just not peak storytelling, okay?

Yunbing is 80% made TF up (headcanon ships are the best ships) because in the movies they hate each other, like TRUE hate, not gay hate. I'm talking GENERATIONAL hating.

If you ignore canon, though, (my favourite thing to do), you are left with Yunbing, which is honestly really fucking yummy.

Here's a quick overview of the background and dynamic of the ship/movie/characters without spoiling the plot of the movie.

The main character of the movie is called Li Yunxiang (remember that Ne Zha's dad is Li Jing, so technically his full name is Li Nezha prior to him fucking himself up via sashimi-ing his flesh from his bones).

Li Yunxiang is the reincarnation of Ne Zha in a modern setting in the fictional East Sea City (Donghai City). He doesn't know or remember being Ne Zha. He works as a deliveryman I think, or a smuggler or something low-paying and dangerous I think.

In East Sea City, water is in shortage due to the Dragon Clan (now a rich family business) hoarding it. The third son of this Dragon Clan (his name is De San) is, you guessed it, the reincarnated Ao Bing.

Actually I'm not sure if he's reincarnated or if he's just been here the whole time hating.

De San, unlike our polite nice Ao Bing from Ne Zha 2019/2025, or the terrified victim Ao Bing from Shangmei, is a huge bitch. He's also a girlfailure. He's not some mass-murdering psychopath, but he's a spoiled rich brat who lives and breathes capitalism and privilege.

Look at his stupid face. Isn't he punchable? No, despite the blonde hair, the director has confirmed he isn't mixed or foreign, he's just an idiot who bleached his hair.

He was supposed to be some sort of dominant playboy daddy character but the entire nation of China just immediately saw the potential for girlfailure brat bottom and I guess that's where my brain went too.

After Ne Zha pulled his tendons out, his dad paid some SERIOUS money to make him a mechanical tendon. Let me tell you I don't know why but this shot of his metal spine is SO fucking sexy

Sorry for thirsting on main, IDK what it is but it's getting to me.

De San still wants revenge on Ne Zha for pulling his fucking tendons out so he spends like 10000 hours trying his very best to kick Li Yunxiang's (confused) ass and never manages to get there, it's so funny.

See, the main reason this ship is so delicious is the dynamic, not their interactions because this is ACTUAL hate, I'm talking they'd kill each other in an instant with NO hesitation. The sexual tension is through the roof. Okay, they're both straight, but you DON'T HAVE TO BELIEVE IN THAT DOCTRINE.

Mild spoiler alert!

There's a scene in which Li Yunxiang gets one over De San by making him crash his car. As De San goes flying out of the car in intense pain, he glances over at Yunxiang, who's looking back at him.

Instead of giving him a middle finger or a thumbs down, Yunxiang fucking gives him a finger heart. IK it's supposed to be mocking but it's so funny, especially the BLATANT rage on De San's face afterwards.

The appeal of this ship is just the hate sex. This is a ship 100% meant for gooners, if you'd prefer sweet vanilla hand-holding and blushing you probably want to go back to regular Oubing.

Why does De San have such pillow princess potential? First of all, look at him. What the fuck is that waist to shoulder to leg ratio?

Second, in the Cantonese dub, he calls his father (Ao Guang) "daddy" (in English btw). Sorry, what? You are a twenty-something year old fully grown man. It is fairly common for rich Cantonese people to call their father daddy (according to my rich Cantonese friend) but it's a little much.

Third, he's such a failure it's hilarious. Spoiler alert: there's a whole scene in which his father calls him a failure and he's like "wait what". He's kind of dumb and pathetic despite being arrogant and proud.

Very princess-like. Chinese version of Drarry, basically. They also both really like cars! TBH if they weren't Ao Bing and Ne Zha's reincarnations they'd probably be really good friends.

Generations of hating each other is such gay behaviour, WHY is that other man on your mind over thousands of years??

Some of the popular headcanons for Yunbing:

Yunxiang calls De San "third princess" or "princess" because he's such a... princess

In the middle of like, fistfighting each other they somehow transition to having sex without knowing how

De San slaps Yunxiang in the face and he's like "on the other side too"

"Only I can be the one to kill him, fuck off!" *surprised look* "No that's not what I meant-"

Inappropriate usage of the metal spine (which is probably more sensitive and delicate...?)

I recommend, if you're looking for Oubing content (of the decidedly not workplace friendly variety) and if you like ENEMIES to lovers (emphasis on the enemies part) that you go through the AO3 Yunbing tag (云冰, I'll link the AO3 tag here directly).

If you want recs please ask me, I am so passionate about all three iterations of Oubing.

To quote a XHS user:

Oubing: Pure love

Shangmei Oubing: Pure fear

Yunbing: Pure hate

[demiromanticmickey]

Jojo's mini tribute to Hitchcock in Bison's murder fantasy was exquisite. The references to Psycho would be obvious to a lot people. From the music, to the scene being in black and white, to the fact we don't actually see Kant being stabbed but we do see the blood.

But I want to talk about a lesser known Hitchcock movie for a second. This here:

Was a direct reference the movie Rope (1948):

I'll provide the IMDb storyline:

"Brandon and Philip are two young men who share a New York City apartment. They consider themselves intellectually superior to their friend David Kentley, and as a consequence, decide to murder him. Together they strangle David with a rope and, after placing the body in an old chest, they proceed to hold a small party. The guests include David's father, his fiancée Janet, and their old schoolteacher Rupert, from whom they mistakenly took their ideas. As Brandon becomes increasingly more daring, Rupert begins to suspect."

There's no doubt Bison's fantasy of stabbing Kant was visually homoerotic. And Hitchcock films are filled to the brim with homoeroticism. But the reference to Rope made my brain go brrrrrrrr because this movie has probably my favorite opening scene of anything that I've ever watched.

We start off with a shot of New York City. We see buildings and people walking, going about their day. And then the camera pans to a large apartment window, where the curtains are drawn:

We hear a scream (presumably from a man). And then there's a cut to the above scene of a man being strangled. Two other men, Brandon and Philip, come into view:

What proceeds in the next hour is some of the gayest subtext I've ever seen. When I first saw this movie I thought, "How did the straights not know this was about gay sex?!" Because, in fact, the crime Brandon and Philip are trying to hide is not a murder. They're trying to hide their homosexuality, and the fact they've engaged in gay sex - not just with each other but David (the dead guy lol) as well.

I'll say again, the scream we hear happens before anything is revealed. We don't know who is screaming, or why. It could be just someone having sex. *Cuts to David being strangled* Oh no, it's just a murder. Or is it? 👀

Can we tell, from just these photos alone, if someone is being murdered?

I mean, this still could just be bondage. Which we know Bison is into.

If this post hasn't convinced you to watch Rope, at least watch the opening scene. Also maybe this will convince you further:

[just-some-random-blogger]

Okay so here’s my request for a blurb…💕

Think of that one scene where Tormund is talking to the hound about Brienne but instead of Brienne it’s the reader (fem Y/N). The readers a hard woman and hasn’t given in to Tormund because she’s secretly with Sandor.

So basically the hound being jealous that tormund is into his woman.

Preferably NSFW if it’s too long to get to NSFW no worries.

⭐️( PS: i love your writing for the hound, barely anyone else gets it right!)

Save Me A Bowl

"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," Tormund says, holding up a small flower, not yet bloomed. I raise my brows at the white bud, "do I look like a thing to you?"

Sandor Clegane x Reader x Tormund Giantsbane | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, jealousy, whipped!Tormund, fluff?, casually implied sex, typos, etc.

A/N: UR NOT ABOUT TO CATCH ME SLIPPIN ON MY POST STREAK. Once I post this, I'd have finished all my requests which is such a slay for this girl 🥹🫶. It has been quite a while since I got this req tho, so I hope you enjoy it nonnie 🫶 also.... I haven't actually reached this part of GoT yet HAHAHAHAHAH it's fine tho I think I know enough to write it lmao

Sandor was not very affectionate, at least not in the noticeable kind. In truth, neither was I, though I suppose it's because you don't really have the time to think about such things when there was a war at hand.

However, I would say I didn't shy from checking on him, nor from asking him to accompany me. I definitely didn't shy from going out of my way to sit next to him, nor from leaning into him when it got too cold. The same could be said about him, I think.

In my opinion, my relationship with Sandor was rather obvious, though we never spoke about it, especially on the multiple accounts I've announced I'd be heading back to my tent and have the Hound immediately follow after me. If anything, I thought it was at least crystal clear what we were up to after the fact.

This was why I turned to Brienne when Tormund began harking nonsense. She and I had been huddled by the fire, finishing a bowl of soup when he came around.

"Is he trying to seduce you?"

"Don't look at me," says Brienne in between spoonfuls, "I am not the one he directs such gaudy poetry to."

I raise my brows as I turn back to Tormund who immediately smiles at me. I find myself sparing a smile back just to get his oration over with.

Ever since then, Tormund went out of his way to tire my ear with the sound of his voice, telling me tall tales of his life and his people. To be honest, I didn't mind it. In fact, I was partially entertained by some of his stories.

Showy as he was, he was harmless for the most part, and so I just let him do what he wanted. Eventually, his yapping would earn him a bowl to head and a threat to shut his trap. It worked out for me the men had much less patience for him than I did.

Little did I know, Sandor just about lost his patience with him.

I have to stop eating so I can get a laugh out of my system. The orange haired man laughs with me and concludes his story. He sighs, "you're the only fun one on this side of the fucking wall."

I shake my head and continue eating my food, "you mistake my tolerance of you as solidarity with your humor."

"Yet you laugh," Tormund raises a thick brow.

I shrug and swallow a mouthful before replying, "because you are fool."

"Fool enough to make you laugh," he says, standing from his seat beside me. He seems to look for something in his pocket.

I barely spare him a glance as he tells me, he's forgotten something, "I'll be right back."

Just as he runs off, I see Sandor and smile at him. He seems not to notice me and sits in a spot across from me. I immediately stand and come up next to him. I sit next to him, "took you a while."

Sandor ignores me.

I nudge him when he does not respond.

He side eyes me then begins to eat.

I raise a brow at his ignorance, "has something happened?"

He grunts then snaps, "why don't you ask that ginger fuck."

I frown.

"You seem keen of his company," Sandor glare, "you even laugh at his rancid jokes."

I furrow my brows.

Just then, Tormund comes back. He looks for me a moment, then beams when he spots me.

He runs up to me and Sandor; I feel Sandor stiffen against me.

"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," Tormund says, holding up a small flower, not yet bloomed.

I raise my brows at the white bud, "do I look like a thing to you?"

"The prettiest thing in the south," Tormund grins.

I release a breath.

I look over my shoulder and realize Sandor has stopped eating in lieu of glaring at Tormund. I'm about to speak, but I'm beaten to the chase.

"Fuck off, filthy minge," Sandor growls.

Tormund turns to him. His upper lip curls, "I wasn't speaking to you, smelly mutt."

Sandor stands and the two impose upon each other.

I immediately set my bowl down and step between them. I push them both on their chests, but neither budge. I hiss, "enough."

"You heard the woman," Tormund says, "get lost."

"I-"

"She was talking about you, you yapping fuck," Sandor snarls.

Before they can jump at each other's throats, I step back and yell, "ENOUGH, I SAID."

Sandor and Tormund stare at me.

"It's been a long day," I snap, "I'm not in the mood to soothe two whining bitches."

Tormund nods, "right!"

I narrow my eyes, "Tormund-"

"Yes?" he immediately retorts.

"- fuck off."

He opens his mouth but is too taken aback to say anything.

"You've been too busy picking flowers to notice that I'm with Sandor."

Tormund stares at me blankly.

"He's the one warming my tent."

He is aghast.

Sandor's face is blank, but he seems otherwise pleased as he sits back down and continues to eat.

The ginger steps forward and reaches out, "but I-"

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself," Sandor stands again, "if you know what's good for you."

Tormund glares at Sandor.

I sigh, "I told you you were a fool."

Tormund deflates. He walks off silently.

Sandor pulls me by the arm as he sits, sitting me down next to me, "good fucking riddance. Finally some quiet."

I roll my eyes at him, "you know," I pull my arm away, "this wouldn't have happened if I-"

"Fucked you harder?" he says in between chewing, "aye. I know better now."

[meret118]

I was thinking about the fact Tyler Hoechlin was told that Derek had only ever slept with Kate right before he was about to film the scene where Derek and Jennifer sleep together for the first time. That's enormously important information that he needed to know for his performance, and not letting him know earlier than that was incredibly disrespectful. (He also said he knew the thumb hole shirt was totally wrong for Derek, but at that point he was so tired of fighting TPTB for character consistency that he just gave up in that instance.)

After Kate and Jennifer a part of Derek must have expected Braeden to try and kill him too, and when she didn't I can see him imprinting on her like a baby bird. His parents had a good marriage, and that was something he always wanted and expected he would have too. That is one of the reasons Kate was able to con him. It wasn't just sex and teen hormones for him.

Braeden on the other hand, thought they were just friends with benefits. She did not want a serious relationship, and broke up with him when she found out he did.

Leaving Derek alone again.

(Are we ever given a reason for Cora going away? What if she found out about Kate and Derek, and blamed him for what happened? Even though it wasn't his fault, and he was the victim.)

By the time Derek and Stiles become a couple, they bicker as usual, but angry, yelling, fights are actually rare. The first time Stiles slams out of their place to cool off, Derek thinks it's over, that Stiles has left him because that's what always happens to him. He doesn't deserve Stiles anyway. It was only a matter of time until Stiles realized that.

When Stiles comes back hours later, he finds Derek curled up in the corner in the dark. He's stunned when Derek quietly says he'll pack up his stuff tomorrow. Stiles can have the house.

They talk, and after Stiles reassures Derek that this is it for him, he's not going anywhere, they eventually lay down some mutually agreed to ground rules. (Derek leaves when he's upset too, but he always says he's going for a run, and that he'll be back. He normally does it when he's feeling emotionally overwhelmed and scared rather than angry though.) The next time Stiles storms off, he pauses at the door to add, "I love you. I'll be back." Sometimes he even shouts it, but he always says it.

Luckily they know each other well enough by the time they get together that those instances really are unusual though, and they talk things out. Sometimes snarkily, but they talk, even when it's hard.

It takes time, but Derek eventually believes deep down that he's not alone anymore. :)

ETA: There were multiple posts back in the day about Hoechlin saying both of these at cons when he was on the show or shortly after.

[jungkoode]

OFF-LABELS | O5

→ PAIRING : Med Student!Hoseok x F!Reader (Brother’s Best Friend AU)

→ RATING: Explicit, 18+.

→ DATE POSTED: February 18th, 2025. (Hobi’s birthday special — 2 chapters! <3)

→ SUMMARY: You’ve spent four years convincing yourself that your brother’s best friend is just being nice when he remembers your coffee order, quizzes you on neuroanatomy, or lets his touch linger a second too long. Because there’s no way that the golden boy of Seoul National’s medical program might actually be flirting with you. Especially when he keeps saying things that could be perfectly innocent… if only he didn’t say them in that voice.

→ TAGS: second person perspective, female reader, medical school au, brother’s best friend trope, age gap (4 years), pining, touch starved, overthinking reader, confident hoseok, gentle dom hoseok, medical terminology as flirting (lmao), study sessions, domestic moments, innocent (but not really), plausible deniability king hoseok, anxiety, internal monologue, guilty crushes, subtle teasing, emotional edging, gentle manipulation, praise kink undertones, intellectual attraction, competency kink, hand fixation, voice kink, medical intern hoseok, first year med student reader, home setting, casual intimacy, unresolved sexual tension (for now), secret attraction, nervous rambling, self-doubt, intrusive thoughts, anatomy lessons with ulterior motives, competent hoseok, flustered reader, close proximity, accidental touches that aren’t accidents, virgin!reader.

→ CONTENT in this chapter: After-hours anatomy lab demonstrations, oral examinations taken to new extremes, medical supervision that's definitely not just supervision, educational objectives getting thoroughly derailed, practical assessments of oral capacity, and empirical proof that some lessons are better taught hands-on | after hours encounters, anatomy lab setting, oral examinations, size kink, medical supervision, practical demonstrations, educational roleplay, academic authority, late night studying, clinical instruction, private tutoring, teaching kink, clinical corruption, throat training, oral capacity testing, deepthroating, oral sex (m).

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→ A/N: So… this happened. Started writing a normal anatomy lab scene and somehow ended up with… whatever this is. Shoutout to everyone who's ever stayed late in a lab for "extra credit" - this one's for you. Also, apologies to actual medical professionals - I promise I'll stop corrupting medical terminology eventually. (No I won't.) Anyway, if you need me, I'll be in confession.

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The anatomy lab in SNU Medical's west building feels different after hours. 

The place where he assists Professor Kim with first-year dissections now seems more intimate without thirty other students around.

Emptier. 

Like a liminal space where normal rules don't quite apply. 

The preserved specimens float in their jars, casting distorted shadows under fluorescent lights that seem too bright, too stark without the buffer of other students.

You hesitate in the doorway, fingers curling around the strap of your bag. The clock reads 6:47 PM. Late enough that most faculty have left, early enough that the cleaning staff hasn't arrived.

Perfect timing. 

(Too perfect?)

Hoseok looks up from the desk, glasses reflecting blue light from his laptop screen. His smile is warm, welcoming—the kind that makes you forget why you've been avoiding this.

"There you are." He closes his laptop with a soft click. "I was starting to think you'd skip again."

Heat crawls up your neck. "I wouldn't—"

"No?" His head tilts, curious. "Three weeks of creative excuses suggest otherwise."

You clutch your bag tighter. "That wasn't—I mean, I had—"

"Commitments?" The word curves around his mouth like he's tasting it. "Other obligations? A sudden bout of seasonal allergies?"

Your face burns hotter. You had used that excuse last week.

"I—"

"Relax, Chip." He stands, rolling up his sleeves with methodical precision. "I'm not upset."

But there's something in his voice—something that makes your stomach twist even as he maintains that gentle smile.

He gestures to the empty lab bench.

"How's the paper coming along?"

You blink. "What?"

"Your vagus nerve study." He moves closer, each step measured. "The one requiring... practical assessment."

Oh.

Oh.

"It's—" Your voice cracks. "Fine. Good. I mean—"

"Citations?" 

You nod too quickly. "Working on them."

"Mm." He's closer now, close enough that you catch the faint scent of antiseptic and something warmer underneath. "Still need to conduct those clinical trials?"

Your lungs forget how to function. Because he can't mean—he doesn't mean—

"The gag reflex data," he clarifies, innocent as morning. "We never finished collecting your baseline measurements."

You should say no.

You should absolutely say no.

Instead, you hear yourself whisper: "I thought—the lab equipment—"

"Is right here." He reaches past you—so close his chest almost brushes yours—and opens a drawer. The metal tongue depressor catches the light. "Unless you'd prefer a different method?"

"No!" Too loud. Too fast. "This is—this is fine."

His smile softens at the edges. "Hop up then."

You stare at the lab bench. It's higher than the exam table in his office, cold steel instead of crinkly paper.

Your thighs will definitely stick to it.

(Why are you thinking about your thighs?)

"I can grab a stool," he offers, reading your hesitation wrong. Always wrong. "Though the height differential might affect data collection."

You shake your head and boost yourself onto the bench. The metal is freezing through your thin scrubs, making you shiver. Or maybe that's just him—standing between your knees now, adjusting his glasses with one hand while the other tests the depressor's weight.

"Cold?"

You shake your head again. Lie again.

"Your skin suggests otherwise." His knuckle brushes your jaw, clinical and devastating. "Goosebumps."

You can't breathe.

"Open," he murmurs, and you do—automatically, embarrassingly fast. His thumb settles at the corner of your mouth. "Wider."

The metal slides past your lips, cool and smooth and nothing like what you've been imagining late at night when you can't sleep. Not that you've been imagining anything. Not that you've been thinking about his hands or his voice or—

"Focus, Chip." The depressor presses deeper. "You're distracted."

You make a strangled sound that might be denial.

"Breathing's irregular." His thumb shifts, almost slipping past your teeth. "Try to relax. Like last time."

Last time.

Last time, when you'd gone home and touched yourself until your fingers cramped, thinking about his voice saying good girl and his thumb so close to—

"Swallow."

You do. Your throat works around the intrusion as his eyes track the movement.

"Again."

Saliva pools under your tongue, threatening to spill. You swallow harder, fighting the urge to gag as the depressor slides deeper.

"Remarkable improvement." His voice stays perfectly level even as his thumb edges closer to your tongue. "Your oral cavity seems more... receptive today."

You whimper.

"Pain?" Always concerned. Always gentle.

You shake your head minutely.

"Then what?" His glasses slip slightly as he leans closer, examining your reaction. "Excess stimulation?"

You can't answer with your mouth full. Can't tell him that you're thinking about other things that might stretch your throat this way. Can't admit that you've been practicing with your own fingers, trying to suppress your gag reflex for reasons that have nothing to do with medicine and everything to do with the way he's looking at you right now.

"Your pulse is elevated." His free hand finds your wrist, thumb pressing against your racing heartbeat. "We should document these physiological responses. For research purposes."

The depressor shifts angle slightly, and you—

You moan.

The sound echoes in the empty lab, bouncing off specimen jars and steel surfaces. Mortification floods your system as Hoseok goes very, very still.

"Interesting," he breathes, and something shifts in his expression—pupils expanding until only a thin ring of brown remains. His throat works as he swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

The depressor pushes deeper.

"Let's... test your limits." His voice sounds different—rougher, like it's being dragged over gravel. "See how much you can take."

You whimper as the metal hits the back of your throat. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, but you don't pull away. Can't pull away. Not when he's looking at you like that—intense, focused, hungry.

(No. Not hungry. Clinical. This is clinical.)

"Good girl," he murmurs, the words falling heavy between you. "Just like that."

Your vision blurs as you gag around the intrusion. His thumb catches a tear tracking down your cheek, the touch impossibly gentle.

"Breathe through your nose." His own breathing sounds uneven, which is... strange. Hoseok is never uneven. Never anything but perfectly controlled. "Focus on relaxing your throat."

You try. You try. But all you can focus on is the way his chest rises and falls too quickly, the slight tremor in his usually steady hands.

"Perhaps..." He withdraws the depressor slowly, watching your lips drag along the metal. "We should try something different."

Your heart stops.

"Different?"

His teeth catch his lower lip—a gesture so uncharacteristically uncertain it makes your stomach flip.

"Something more... anatomically appropriate."

Heat pools low in your belly. Because he can't mean—

"The depressor's angle is too rigid," he continues, setting it aside. "We need something with more... give."

You're going to die. You're actually going to die right here on this lab bench.

"What—" Your voice cracks. "What did you have in mind?"

His eyes drop to your mouth. "Something longer. Thicker." His thumb traces your lower lip. "Something that can... adapt to your oral cavity."

You can't breathe.

"For accurate data collection," he adds softly, but his voice has that breathless quality you've never heard before. "If you're willing to participate in a more... thorough examination."

Your thighs press together unconsciously. His gaze tracks the movement, pupils blown so wide they look almost black behind his glasses.

"I—" You swallow hard. "Yes."

"Yes?" 

"For... for science."

His smile is different now—darker, hungrier. "For science," he echoes, stepping closer between your spread knees. "Then open your mouth, Chip."

You do.

His thumb slips past your lips.

It rests heavy on your tongue, pad rough against sensitive flesh. You stay frozen, unsure, until his voice drops to a whisper:

"Suck."

The command shivers through you. You close your lips around the digit, drawing it deeper as his other hand grips the edge of the lab bench. The metal creaks under his white-knuckled grip.

"Good," he breathes, watching your mouth work with half-lidded eyes. "Just like that."

His breathing grows heavier as you hollow your cheeks, tongue testing its path around the pad of his thumb. A muscle jumps in his jaw—it’s the only tell he’s not fully unaffected as his expression suggests.

"Your oral fixation is..." His voice catches as you try sucking harder. "...remarkably developed."

You whimper around his thumb, heat pooling between your thighs at the strain in his voice. His free hand moves to his belt, the buckle clinking softly in the quiet lab.

The metallic clink makes your breath catch. His eyes flick over his shoulder, landing on the chair by his desk. A soft chuckle escapes him as he gestures toward it.

"Perhaps we should continue somewhere more... comfortable?"

Your thighs clench involuntarily. 

Is this happening? Is this actually happening?

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response. You nod—too eager, too fast, probably looking desperate but you can't bring yourself to care because holy fuck this is real.

The belt slides free with a whisper of leather. He settles into the chair with easy grace, legs spreading to make space for you. Your knees hit the floor before he can even ask, positioning yourself between his thighs like you belong there.

His cock strains against his slacks as he works open his fly. You stare, transfixed, as he frees himself.

Oh.

Oh god.

Your mouth goes dry.

Because he's—he's huge. Thick and long and already leaking at the tip. Your hands look tiny where they rest on his thighs, and the thought of fitting him in your mouth makes you dizzy with want.

"Having second thoughts?" His voice stays gentle even as his cock twitches under your gaze.

You shake your head frantically. "No, I just—" Your voice cracks. "You're... big."

His thumb traces your lower lip. "We'll go slow. Test your limits gradually."

You sigh softly, leaning into his touch as his other hand wraps around his base. The sight of his surgical fingers barely meeting around his girth makes your cunt clench.

"Ready for your practical exam, Chip?"

You lean forward, tongue darting out to taste the precum beading at his tip. His breath hitches almost imperceptibly.

"Start shallow," he instructs, voice remarkably steady despite the way his cock jumps against your lips. "Focus on breathing through your nose."

You obey, wrapping your lips around his head. The taste is heady—salt and skin and him. His hand cups the back of your head, not pushing, just resting there as you take him deeper.

"Good girl." His thumb strokes behind your ear. "Now hollow your cheeks—yes, just like that. Notice how your soft palate accommodates the intrusion?"

You whimper around his length, the clinical terminology somehow making this filthier. His glasses fog slightly as his breathing grows heavier.

"Careful with your teeth," he murmurs, removing his frames. His eyes look darker without them, pupils blown wide as he watches you struggle to take more. "Use your tongue along the—ah—along the ventral surface."

Your jaw already aches from the stretch, but you press forward eagerly, wanting to please him. Wanting to be good. Drool escapes the corner of your mouth as you bob your head.

"Perfect form," he praises, voice growing rougher. "Though your technique could use... refinement."

You pull back to catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. "Show me?"

His hand tightens in your hair. "Eager student." His thumb wipes saliva from your chin. "Okay. Let's test your gag reflex properly now."

You stare at his length, anxiety bubbling in your throat. "I don't—I don't know if that’s going to fit—"

"Hm?" His eyebrow lifts, expression mildly puzzled. "That's unlike you. Don't you always aim for perfect scores?"

Heat floods your face as he cups your cheek, thumb pressing at the corner of your mouth.

"Think of this as another practical exam, Chip." His voice carries that familiar teaching lilt. "Open wide."

You comply, jaw stretching as his thumbs press into your cheeks, guiding your mouth wider. His cock nudges your lips, hot and heavy.

"One inch..." He slides in slowly, watching your lips stretch around him. "Good. Just like that."

Your tongue flattens to accommodate him as he pushes deeper.

"Two..." His thumb wipes away drool from your chin. "Excellent oral cavity expansion."

Three inches in and your jaw already aches. He tuts softly.

"Three... Remember your breathing exercises."

You whimper as he continues, your hands clutching his thighs for stability.

"Four..." He pauses, stroking your hair. "Halfway there."

Your eyes snap up to his in panic. Halfway? That can't be right. You're already so full, your mouth stretched impossibly wide, and he's saying there's more?

"Five..." His voice grows rougher. "You're doing so well."

By the sixth inch, you're gagging, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your throat spasms around him as you fight the urge to pull back.

"That's cute," he murmurs, thumb catching a tear. "You’re struggling, aren’t you? Ah—don't pull away. You can take it."

You whine, chest heaving as he holds you steady.

"Two more inches, Chip." His tone is gentle but firm. "You can handle that, can't you? Wouldn't want to disappoint me."

You make a desperate sound of agreement, even as your throat protests.

"That's what I thought." His fingers card through your hair. "Seven..."

Your vision blurs with tears as he pushes deeper, your throat stretching to accommodate his girth. Drool runs down your chin, but he doesn't seem to mind, just wipes it away with tender attention.

"Just one more," he breathes, voice finally showing strain. "Almost there. You're being so good for me..."

His thumb traces your stretched lip, pushing down slightly as you struggle to accommodate more. The burn is delicious—your jaw protesting as he inches forward. Saliva keeps pooling below your tongue, carving paths down your chin.

"Tsk." He clicks his tongue softly. "Swallow first. Need to keep the airway clear."

His palm settles against your throat, feeling it work as you obey. The contact makes you fuzzy—his surgical fingers spanning your neck, monitoring your every swallow.

For the first time, his exhale sounds unsteady. Sharp. Almost accidental.

"Good girl." The praise makes your eyelashes flutter. "Now—"

His hips shift minutely, cock head pressing against the back of your throat. You gag instantly, tears springing up.

"Angle your chin." His voice stays gentle despite the roughness creeping in. "Opens the passage."

You tilt your head back, letting him guide you with careful fingers. The new angle lets him slide deeper, breaching your throat properly. Your eyes water immediately, gag reflex fighting against the intrusion.

"Breathe," he reminds you, but his own breath catches when you hollow your cheeks. "Through your nose. Steady."

You try. You try. But it's so much—too much—your nostrils flaring as he pushes that final inch past your lips. A choked sound escapes around his girth.

His thumb catches another tear. "Almost there. Just relax..."

Your nose brushes his abdomen as the final inch disappears. He holds you there, thumb stroking your distended throat.

“Perfect depth achievement,” he notes clinically. “How does that feel? Tap my thigh once for manageable, twice for overwhelming.”

You tap twice, desperately.

“Mm.” His smile curves like a scalpel. “We’ll work on your endurance.” His hips roll slightly, testing. “Now… let’s practice sustained accommodation.”

The door’s distant rattle barely registers—you’re too focused on not choking as he begins to move. 

“Look at you, stuffed full like a cream puff about to burst.”

You whine, the sound muffled by his cock stretching your throat impossibly wide.

"Shh." His touch remains gentle even as your eyes stream. "We'll practice until you get it right."

Your tongue tentatively explores his length, tracing the prominent vein on his underside. His composure fractures—just for a moment—as he hisses through his teeth.

"Christ—" His fingers pull your hair suddenly, holding you still as his hips stutter. "No sudden movements, Chip. You'll choke."

But his own control is slipping. His thrusts grow erratic—shallow, desperate things that make your throat flutter around him. Precum leaks steadily now, salty and thick as it mingles with your drool.

"Precious thing," he breathes, thumb collecting the mess from your chin. "Bet I could fit a dozen seeds in that pout… but you’d still beg for the whole fruit.”

The commentary makes you moan around him, and the vibration finally, finally pulls a proper groan from his chest.

“God, Chip,” he groans, “you’re like taffy stretching around my cock. So soft, so pliant. Bet I could mold you into anything I want.”

His hips snap forward suddenly—harder than before—and you gag violently as he bottoms out. He freezes instantly, cursing under his breath as he withdraws.

"Too much?" 

You cough, shaking your head even as saliva drips down your neck. "N-no, I—"

"Shh." He tilts your chin up, examining your face with clinical attention. His thumb probes your stretched lips, pressing down on your tongue. "Swelling here. We should stop."

Panic floods your system. "Wait, I can—"

"Patience." His smile softens, thumb still working your abused mouth open. "We'll build your tolerance gradually."

His other hand wraps around his cock, stroking lazily as he studies you. The wet sounds fill the lab—obscene and perfect.

"Watch," he orders, and you can’t look away from the way his fist glides—slick with your spit, his precum, the absolute ruin you’ve made of him. "This is the proper rhythm. Steady. Controlled."

But his breathing betrays him—ragged and desperate as his pace increases.

"Your turn next time," he promises, thumb pressing against your clenching lips. "Need to monitor your technique."

You nod eagerly, mouth watering as he speeds up. His hips jerk off the chair, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to stifle sounds you desperately want to hear.

When he comes, it's with a choked groan—hot spurts painting your waiting tongue before you can process it.

“Such a sticky mess…” He tuts softly, almost a chuckle. "Like you face-planted in cotton candy.”

You whimper at that.

"Swallow," he grits out, hand gentle on your jaw. "Don't spill."

You obey, throat working around the bitter tang. His thumb swipes the corner of your mouth, collecting a stray drop. 

"Perfect," he murmurs, pressing the digit between your lips. "Clean-up is crucial."

You suck obediently, watching his spent cock twitch against his thigh. His laugh sounds wrecked.

"Insatiable," he chides, but pride colors his tone. "We'll schedule another session. Thursday work?"

You nod, tongue laving his thumb. His eyes darken as he retrieves his glasses.

"Good. Bring your notes on esophageal motility." He tucks himself away with trembling hands. "We'll... review the material thoroughly."

His glasses fog slightly as he helps you up on shaky legs. Always the gentleman. Always in control.

"Thursday," you whisper, voice hoarse.

His smile is pure sin wrapped in medical precision. "Don't forget your notes, Chip."

You won't. You absolutely won't.

Though you doubt either of you will be reading them.

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[sassykattery]

Mentoring

This is a little smut fic I wrote for Diavolo's birthday, but since I have two fics now and this isn't a "birthday-themed fic," I thought I'd post it now.

CW: MC is AFAB and nameless, uses she/her pronouns. Piv sex, creampie, roughness, harsh language.

WARNING: This fic is centered around the CNC kink. I will explain what that is, but if it's something you may not enjoy due to trauma or other issues, please don't read!!!

CNC: Means consensual-nonconsent. The premise of a cnc scene is that beforehand, both partners agree to certain types of rough or aggressive sex that is of "nonconsesual" nature during the scene. The consensual part is the agreement before the actual sex occurs, where safewords, boundaries, and other parameters are in place. Some people call it rape play, I don't necessarily agree with using that as a blanket term for CNC. This is risky and should not be taken lightly, just like BDSM.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Third person POV, reader insert

18+ only

Enjoy

"So we are in agreement. We're doing this?"

"Yes... I think so."

"You can't just think so. This is something that could go poorly for both of us if we aren't both on board with it."

She was quiet for a moment, deciding what to say next. Diavolo lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes, a softened but serious look in his.

"I want this. We have our rules, we agreed to the rules, and we know our way out should we need it," she answered confidently.

"Then... so it shall be."

She sighed as she gazed at her test score. It was fine, but she wanted better. Quietly, she folded it and set it aside so she could focus on class. That was, until she saw Diavolo walk in, making a beeline for the teacher's podium.

"Good morning everyone. Your professor had to take leave today, so I will be filling in for the day. His message to you all is to work on your assignments due this week. You may ask me questions if you need to. No lesson for today," Diavolo explained.

The class became quiet and got to work as instructed.

Except her.

She stared up at Diavolo for a solid minute until his eyes finally landed on hers. She raised an eyebrow. The corner of his mouth barely tipped up.

Today was the day.

She began to work on her homework for the next hour, counting the minutes and seconds until class was over. It was so much more distracting to have him there, just steps away from her own desk while he sat at the professor's. The anticipation was building, and all she could do was organize in her head how this would go. Her thoughts were consumed with running each scenario, every word, every single movement they could make. It was so important that this went right, and maybe–

"And that's class. Thank you all for coming. Have a good day," Diavolo announced, standing at the podium. Everyone was already up and leaving, having packed their things while she just sat there daydreaming.

Once the room was cleared out, she cleared her throat quietly and got up from her desk, her test in hand as she walked up to the podium.

"Hey, I had a question," she stated confidently but softly, trying not to intrude. She saw the papers on his podium and knew he was likely busy.

"Yes, what is it?" He replied in his usual candor, golden eyes gleaming and bright white smile beaming.

"I got this score on my test, and I really thought I did better... Is there any way I could... get some help?" She answered, handing him the sheet of paper. He looked over his nose at her and nodded, taking the paper and setting it down to look at.

"I'll see what I can find."

He scanned it over, reading every question and answer. If there was any skill he mastered, it was looking at anything unfazed and replying in a similarly unaffected manner.

"I see. So, you seemed to have not totally understood this concept here, and this one could have been better here," he explained, pointing out to her what he meant. She came closer and nodded, listening carefully. "I think this one could have used a few more examples to drive home your point as well."

She sighed. "Yeah... That's what I thought, too. I wish I'd done better..." she murmured to him.

Her mind became distracted again, thinking about how good he smelled, the amber and musk filling her head with ideas other than this test.

"Are you listening?" He asked quietly, bowing his head to look at her.

"Oh, sorry..." she mumbled.

Finally, she turned her own head up to look at him, and she swallowed thickly at the idea buzzing in her skull, the one making her question every fiber of her moral being.

"Is there... anything I could do to improve my score? Anything at all?" She asked carefully and slowly, bringing herself closer and peering up at him with slightly widened eyes, her expression maybe a little innocent.

"Did you have something in mind?" Diavolo asked in reply, his voice pitching lower in his tenor range smoothly.

She mentally took a deep breath, centering herself. I want this. I want to try this, she thought to herself.

"I mean... What are my options?" She asked, her own voice stepping just a hair lower in pitch as well, leaning into the intensity of the moment. Her body moved closer intentionally, now just mere inches away from his.

"Don't be coy, I think you and I both know what you're implying," he answered, a bit dominantly. "I saw how you stared at me all hour. You can't stand here now and tell me you don't know what you're asking."

Here we go.

"Surely I don't know what you mean..." she stated, sounding slightly shocked.

His arm snaked around her waist, and he snatched her closer, a little roughly, and bowed his head down to whisper in her ear.

"Don't lie. You want me to improve your grade in return for something, right? A little mentoring? Well, I know what it is you want, and I know what I want, so why don't we skip the rest and get to the point?"

She nearly trembled then, with excitement and nerves from how he spoke to her so harshly but still yet so seductively.

"I... I don't understand. I just wanted to see–"

"Shut up, and come here," he snapped quietly in her ear, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her over to the desk. He pushed her against it, wrapping an arm around her when she became off balance from the sudden movements to hold her up. "You asked for it, now I'll make sure you get what you want, and I'll get what I want," he murmured in her ear before biting on the shell of it.

"But–"

"But nothing, now am I going to take these off, or are you going to help?" He interrupted her again, pushing her to sit on the desk and slipping his thick fingers into the belt loops of her slacks with a hard tug.

"No, I really didn't mean–" she tried to insist.

Riiiiiiiiiiiip.

"I guess I'm doing all of the work," he mumbled, quite literally ripping her slacks off with his inhuman strength like the material was paper.

"Dia–"

She started to yelp, but he slapped a hand across her mouth to cover it and keep her quiet.

"Now, are you wanting your classmates to know you want your headmaster to change your grade in exchange for sex?" He challenged her, his gaze piercing her soul. She shook her head. "Then be quiet."

With her torn slacks on the floor in pieces, his hand skimmed up her warm thigh, and he roughly opened it out wide so he could stand between her legs. He looked down and smirked as her underwear peaked out in the creases of her thick thighs and soft tummy.

"You were anticipating this, weren't you? Wearing just a black little lacey thong today. Were you going to ask your professor for this too had he been here?" He mocked her, snapping the band of her panties against her, making her flinch and moving his hand from her mouth. "Answer me," he snapped.

"No, I wasn't asking for this! I–"

She clamped his hand on her mouth again while tutting her. "I said be quiet. Do not yell again unless you want this to get much worse for you," he commanded. She nodded. He smirked at her panicked expression, tears welling up in her eyes. "Now, there's no need for that. I'll give you what you want. Besides, you're going to be good for me, right? This is all for me, and I'll make sure you enjoy it too."

She shook her head, and he ignored her as he slid her panties down her thighs. When she started to fight him, closing up her legs and pulling away, they met the same fate as the slacks. His eyes dilated when he started to see his prize, and instantly got more aggressive.

"Don't. Fight. Me," he barked at her, grabbing both her thighs and throwing them open wider so he could see her perfect little wet pussy on display for him. She still tried to fight against him, pulling away and shaking her head while she whimpered. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Finally, he pinned her down against the desk with his massive hands on her shoulders, papers flying everywhere. "Are you done?"

She stopped for a moment, looking up at him. Her hands had gripped onto his elbows, trying to hang on as he pinned her. She tapped her finger once against his elbow before saying, "Stop! This isn't what I meant at all!" She pleaded with him.

"Oh, but I think deep down it is what you wanted, pet. I think you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your little charms to win me over, but now you have cold feet. You know you want this. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he answered menacingly. "I'll make sure you enjoy it, at least a little."

She shook her head and sobbed. Seeing that she wouldn't stop making noises, and he found them to be rather adorable, he snapped his fingers to block sounds within the room from being heard outside.

"What a mess..." he mumbled with a sigh.

He began kissing her on her lips, hoping to shut her up just for a little bit. He ground himself against her body and let his hands wander her body. His fingers made short work of her uniform jacket and blouse, quickly loosening her tie and gaining access to what was beneath it all. He gave a purr of content as he got a glimpse of her. She laid there, still squirming and whimpering, trying to push him off, but that was like pushing on a brick wall when it came to the prince of hell.

"You are beautiful," he murmured in her ear before licking the shell of it a little obscenely. He ducked his head down and left hard kisses, little bites, and trails of his saliva on her chest.

"Stop," she whimpered, turning her head away from him, but he just chased her down with his lips hot on her exposed skin.

He chuckled darkly in her ear and groaned. "I'll even do you a little favor," he told her while he slipped a hand down her exposed form to her pussy. He danced his fingertips along the slit before sliding them past the crevices to reach her clit where he rubbed it generously.

"Noooo..." she groaned, finding it harder to fight against him. "Please don't do that."

"Ohhh, but you're so wet, pet," he murmured to her, and even she couldn't deny how much more slick she became down below. "You're loving this no matter how much you want to deny it."

He trailed his kissed lower and began feasting upon her breasts, sucking and laving his tongue over her perky nipples with elation.

"Finer than any forbidden fruit, sweeter than any sugar," he mumbled against her flesh. "I can't wait anymore."

Diavolo brought his head up to kiss her with his tongue bullying into her mouth. His hands began to unbuckle his belt and send his slacks to his knees. He quickly shed his uniform jacket and loosened his tie.

"You ready, dulcis? I need you," he said huskily in her ear.

Just after he spoke, she felt something warm and hard pressed against her thighs. Pre-cum started to coat her thigh as he rubbed it against her.

"Please don't, please," she pleaded with him, with a tear rolling down her temple.

"Shh, it'll feel good, just enjoy it," he whispered to her.

The demon pried her legs apart again and stood between them, leaning on one hand on the desk while the other grasped his cock to start rubbing the fat head against her little clit.

"Just a perfect little pussy, and all for me," he mused, feeling her slick coating his length. He bowed his head again to murmur in her ear. "Don't fight me. This will go a lot better if you just take it," he warned her before kissing her temple again. All she did was squirm again beneath him.

After pulling his hips back and angling himself, he slid his cock into her, groaning at the overwhelming tightness of her walls.

"Oh god," she whined, trying to worm away from what was bullying its way into her depths.

He chuckled and kept her in place with little effort on his part. "There's no god here to help you now. It's just you and the Demon Lord," he rumbled darkly in her ear.

It took a few more moments for his cock to be fully seated in her. He took the moments after to breathe in her scent, the glistening light sweat on the sides of her neck, and her sweet, sweet arousal. It was fuel for his fire to keep going.

"You're mine. You're all mine, and I'm not letting go," he stated with a malicious chuckle.

The first thrust was rough, and she cried out at how harsh it was. She couldn't help but cling onto him, her little hands gripping the fabric of his shirt along his elbows. He went back to planting a field of dark blooms, hickies and bites galore. With every thrust, he grunted, fighting the urge to completely lose it. Little squeaks and groans fell from her lips as well, signing conjuction with the rattles of the desk.

"Hells, darling, you're going to make me let go too early," he murmured against her neck. "You can't tell me anymore that you didn't want me to fuck you raw on this desk, not with you dripping down your ass and my thighs."

"I didn't," she insisted weakly, knowing she was losing the fight to stop him and now trying to win the fight to make it through to the end.

He grunted again as he made another hard thrust into her. His pre-cum and her wet walls made it such easy glides in and out, but there was something so cute to him about how she squeaked and whined with every pounding he gave her.

Diavolo chuckled again. "Right, and you don't want me to release inside you too, hmm? You don't want to feel me finally fill you up properly, to give you what you've wanted for so long? You wanted to be fucked, and now you're simply getting the best."

"Oh god," she whined again, clutching onto his shirt along his chest.

"God doesn't save whores like you who beg to be filled so deeply," he replied in her ear, his voice much more serene for someone who was doing this.

He kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her body, trapping her entirely as he made the last few thrusts count. Using the desk as leverage, he leaned forward more to bring her hips up so he could penetrate her deeper. It took all of just mere moments to start moaning and crying with relief as he hit that sweet spot deep inside, and only that many more moments to make her body lock up as the most intense orgasm of her life befell her. The hot sparks of pleasure bloomed from her abdomen and spiraled out to her limbs. The chasm of pleasure was a deep one, and when the Demon Lord felt her walls contract around his cock and pulse, he was pulled down with her into the abyss of carnal bliss. Hot jets of his cum filled her in waves as his hips rocked forward with each one.

When it was over, the pair lay there, heaving and trying to catch their breath. Diavolo was the first to relax and gain his bearings again. He looked down at his human lover, feeling a wave of passion and simultaneous anxiety.

"My love... My love, look at me, please, baby," he cooed to her, stroking her cheeks with his hand.

Her eyes fluttered open. She looked relaxed at peace.

"We're done... Finis," he softly whispered to her, his hand rising up to pet her hair back. She nodded in understanding and let go of her iron grip on his shirt. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"

She shook her head and reached up with a trembling hand to touch his cheek next. He smiled and kissed her palm, reaching with his to grasp her hand gently. He bowed his head slightly to prompt her.

"I'm okay. No pain," she finally verbalized it for him.

"That's good. Shall I take you home so you can rest?" He asked her in a throaty murmur. She nodded. Standing upright, he reached for his red uniform coat and wrapped it around her as he pulled her up right. It was already long, and on her, the coat looked like a blanket and kept her decent. He then put himself back in order, slacks up and buckled, and shirt back in place.

He slid his arms beneath her and picked her up effortlessly in a princess carry.

She laid her head against his shoulder and asked him softly, "What about the rest of the day? My classes?"

Diavolo chuckled and shook his head, carrying her out of the door, snapping his fingers to use magic to reorganize the desk they just laid waste to with their fornication. "After that, you deserve some pampering and all the care I can give you." He then bent his head down to whisper to her, "Besides, those are the perks of being the lover of your headmaster, no? I make the rules, I say what goes."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

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[maniculum]

Bestiaryposting Results: Miscellaneous Sea Creatures

It's the penultimate* Bestiaryposting, and we have sea beasties! Yarrr... okay that's as much as I'm doing of that.

*Strikethroughs explained in the Aberdeen Bestiary section.

Anyone not sure what this is about can consult https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting, which I have fallen terribly behind on updating, but at least after next week I can't possibly fall any more behind.

To read about these Sea Beasties, click here:

For our next and, as I've alluded to repeatedly (assuming I've been counting correctly), last Bestiary Post, click here:

Without further ado, art below the cut.

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) has all eight here, and has made the majority of them Not Fish to give us a good oceanic variety. The reasoning behind the Alrittraes (see the linked post) is pretty good, I think, and I'm fascinated by the design of the Radwahrekh.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) has given us a similar top-to-bottom oceanic scene in a different style -- these are making me nostalgic for those big illustrations of All The Different Sea Critters I enjoyed staring at as a kid. The Alrittraes is very good in this one too -- I swear I've seen that critter on an old-fashioned Map of the Ocean somewhere. I also like the verging-on-draconic design of the Blochmokan.

@strixcattus (link to post here) has drawn all eight and attached naturalistic descriptions, as is their wont. Honestly I'm always impressed by how well those descriptions scan as Probably Real Animals. I think the designs of the Alrittraes and Blochmokan are particularly charming here, which is becoming a theme.

So, the Aberdeen Bestiary. No illustrations at all in this section, which is extremely disappointing. Probably due to the author's terrestrial bias. After the above list of creatures, the author goes on an extended digression about fish in general, their feeding and mating habits, and... and apparently Past Me was lazy enough to just skim this whole section on account of each folio just being labeled "Of fish, continued".* Which was a mistake, because it does transition back into talking about specific animals (a number of which are 100% not fish).

*I believe the folio labels are based on the manuscript's rubricated headings, so I can't pass off the blame on them for not making note of this.

So next week isn't the last one, because some of these critters are pretty good, and I can't let Past Me's laziness deny them their time in the spotlight. Once I've typed up this post, I'll go queue up another one to be the actual final Bestiaryposting. A Bestiarypostscript, if you will.

Anyway, the critters from this post.

Alrittraes

I think the water-spout thing flagged to many that this is the whale. Here's the unredacted end of that entry:

Whales are beasts of huge size, so called because of their habit of drawing in and spouting out water; for they make waves higher than other sea creatures; the Greek word balenim [balein] means 'to emit'. The male is called musculus; for it is alleged that the females conceive by intercourse.

In fact, the Ancient Greek phállaina just means 'whale'. (Its original etymology is apparently obscure.) I checked into what balein and balenim might mean just to be sure -- the former is Dutch for 'baleen', which makes sense. The latter is apparently the Czech word for 'package' in either the singular instrumental or plural dative form. So... I don't think this etymology is correct, is what I'm saying.

The bit about conceiving by intercourse, I think, is because they're mammals. Someone either made some observations about genital anatomy or actually observed whale sex out on the high seas somehow, and this was noted as unusual because fish aren't supposed to do that. (The medievals were fully aware of the external fertilization process, they just didn't think it counted.)

I have no idea why this means it is called musculus, and the Oxford Latin Dictionary is not helping.

I was about to continue with this and make some suggestions about the specific design of a mantlet, but honestly I think it's just the author (or, more likely, Isidore of Seville) making up nonsense etymologies.

Update: here I present the entirety of the entry for "mussel", from several pages later, which I think sheds some light on this:

Musculi are small shellfish; oysters conceive from their milk. They are called musculi, meaning, so to speak, masculi, 'males'.

So... maybe. Still weird.

Blochmokan

So this one confused me a bit, because the translator of the Aberdeen Bestiary simply calls it "flying-fish", but that seemed wrong to me because the heading says:

De belua que dicitur serra: Of the monster called the flying-fish.

And I think to myself, (a) why is it a monster? and (b) there's no way serra translates literally to 'flying fish', what is that word?

In an obvious-once-you-see-it moment, serra means 'saw' (whence English serrated). The definition 'sawfish' is also presented, but this is clearly not the same animal we call "sawfish" in English. Nor is it, I strongly suspect, the same one we call "flying fish". (Not least because bestiaries often have a very hierarchical order to them, and why would the flying fish be number two right after the whale?)

Hoping there is an explanation available on the great wide Internet, I Google "serra" "flying fish", and... who should I see as the number one result but the inestimable @a-book-of-creatures. They explain it better than I can.

Kearmoltir

So this is the dolphin, which is quite odd because apparently it means the "certain kind of fish" described here is not actually this guy like we assumed but instead a species of dolphin. Which is wild.

Meldilragg

The translator just renders this as "sea-pig", which I'm not really sure about, because as far as I know sea-pig or mereswine is an old word for 'porpoise'. Maybe they didn't translate it that way because they know something I don't.

Olnranming

This is of course the swordfish.

Radwahrekh

This might be the sawfish, but it does say serra again, so... who knows.

Shikwaewik

This one is the pike, which tracks; I don't think that needs to be elaborated upon.

Gurnwatlea

This one is the mullet, which I was surprised to see. I'm not sure why, maybe it's just because it seems like such a mundane and commonplace fish. But of course we also had some pretty mundane and commonplace mammals in that miscellany, so it's not really that weird.

Anyway, that's... a portion of our sea creatures.

[nabi-unveiled]

Nabi Notices (April 8, 2025)

My drafts tab is a veritable graveyard of potential posts at this point, including:

A half made fmv for When It Rains

A partially completed comparison discussing the importance of movement during transitions between Boy Next World, Heart Killers, and See Your Love

Posts about reflections and sense of time in Secret Relationships. That one is still moving forward, but it's slow going.

The rest of the BL challenges (and ideas for my own set of BL challenges)

The list could go on. My drafts are an accumulation of intentions. That's really to be expected though. My home is the same way. One day I'll get a picture in that frame on the wall in my bedroom. It's only been 10 years. I'll eventually get a plant in the pot on the windowsill too.

It just that without deadlines, my brain doesn't always cooperate. And it frequently decides to go on side quests.

All this to say, I'm still figuring out exactly how I want to approach certain shows, tasks, etc. for this blog. I always do best when I have systems in place. It helps counter the chaos of my brain.

Inspired by @watchthisqqq, I do think I will start creating master posts for shows that I write several meta/longer posts about. That'd certainly make it easier to find my own stuff and update my pinned meta master list in the future. Any other ideas/suggestions that might make things easier in the future are welcome.

The Things I Noticed This Week:

I watched a lot of great shows and episodes this week. It was really fun after the not-so-great previous week. In general, I'm watching a fair amount of the BL stuff that's currently airing. I also binged Secrets Happened on the Litchi Island. I'm playing catch up and liveblogging a first watch of Love for Love's Sake (no spoilers please; I'm only at ep 2). And I currently have When Life Gives You Tangerines in rotation as my laundry show.

Fabulous Fit

This week was apparently the week of noticing basics. I loved Muenfah's jeans and belt buckle at the shabu-shabu restaurant in Your Sky of Us. It was particularly noticeable since everyone else was in fairly standard black pants. A good pair of jeans goes a long way.

And Yeowoon's running outfit in Love for Love's Sake is sooo basic. But I love it.

I feel like the strings on the hood would be a problem when sprinting, but I really appreciate this style of workout gear.

Fascinating Find

Ok. By rights, Litchi Island should be the fantastic frame of the week. It's beautiful cinematography. But I'm trying to highlight a different show in each category, and the search for spicy/steamy scenes involving bookcases that was triggered by this screenshot was the most fun search I had all week. And maybe the biggest treasure hunt I had went on in a while.

I really appreciate @pinkkop, @notafanbut, and @my-rose-tinted-glasses trying to help me out. The list is still very short, but we're up to two (Litchi and Only Friends) with a "it's close enough" third (History 4). There's also plenty of heavy staring in libraries or bookstores 😂.

Fantastic Frame

This shot felt like a great way to close out Perfect 10 Liners. I loved the hearts on the social media post between each set of sweethearts and Wine being in the center with the finger heart. It's really the social media post that gets my fantastic frame.

Wine talking about how it was actually fun to be a part of this chaotic group was really a reminder to enjoy our journeys and the people in our life. For a show that I had largely written off during the first third (sorry Arc/Arm fans), I really came to enjoy it in its home stretch.

Fun Fluorish

The clear symbolism winner this week has to be the honey in Top Form. They incorporated references throughout the episode and set it up as a storytelling moment that went beyond just sex. I found myself rewatching the earlier parts of the apartment scene more frequently. The emotional tension was delightful when Akin was tormented thinking Jin was avoiding him. But I appreciated seeing something new in an NC scene.

Even if the music did distract me, and I kept envisioning a manic pianist completing his final performance. I don't mind that choice from an artistic standpoint, but any rewatches of this portion happened on mute so I could focus on the honey happenings.

Anyways, the rug is toast, but it was one heck of a first time as a couple. I'm sure some people were put off by the use of the honey, but ... that wasn't me. I try to keep my kinks in check when writing this blog, but I'll play. It did make me curious enough about the sensory aspect that I tested it out on my arm.

I know a lot of people worried about the stickiness. The bigger issue (for me) was that it got stiff very quickly. Maybe that's why they kept pouring it on. It's also possible their honey was just a lot warmer. 🍯

Favorite Fragment

I'm loving all of the astronomy references in Heesu in Class 2. I've spent the last four months crafting creative video scripts about astronomy topics with at least two to three months to go on that particular project. There have been some inaccuracies, but the show is doing far better than most in terms of incorporating scientific information. I particularly loved this line.

Because it's subjectively correct by many people's standards. Many resisted the reclassification just because it felt like a downgrade. But it's also subjectively incorrect. Many people consider dwarf planets to be more extraordinary, because we don't know a lot about them and there are only five currently recognized (although we hypothesize there are more). Whereas most of the planets got lumped together in my video scripts. Pluto got to have its own. And objectively - Pluto itself didn't change at all. We're really talking about perception and labels here. Not facts. And at it's core, that's a key theme of this show this week - perception. Perception of ourselves, perception of others, and perception of the possibilities.

My Queue for the Coming Week:

As always this list is prone to change, and there will be things I watch that are not on this list. It's just "most likely" I'll watch these.

Heesu in Class 2 (Ep 5-6)

Top Form (Ep 5)

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist (Ep 3)

Love for Love's Sake (Ep 3)

When Life Gives You Tangerines (Ep 4)

[mintaikkcorpse]

Moments I think Blitzø realized his feelings for Stolas

I really don't think that Blitzø had an "Oh" moment. I think it was over a period of time, where he slowly realizes it, and then it comes unleashing out in either The Full Moon or Apology Tour.

Anyways, here

Seeing Stars (S2, ep2)

This was Blitzø's reaction when he saw Stolas's human form for the first time. God, I love his subtle expressions here sm. Read this post, they explain it well, and it's also the post that made me want to make this post.

In the first pic, Blitzø looks surprised and confused, probably from the shock of seeing Stolas's human form for the first time. Probably didn't even consider he ever had one, lol

The second image, we see a small blush appear, and as @ifwebefriends said, it's the "I'm fucked" face, as he is filled with complicated emotions as he realizes he likes Stolas in every form. He looks really worried by this.

The third image, hid pupils are fully dilated. Instead of confused, he looks genuinely worried and vulnerable. His expression doesn't show lust, but more like a mix of someone who is nervous to be around someone they like and genuine fear. He is realizing that it isn't just lust, but that he genuinely likes Stolas, and that's scary to him.

In the fourth image, he quickly turns around, slightly hunched over and rubbing his hands together; both behaviors indicating nervousness, probably at his own emotions. He also asks Stolas if he can somehow give them human disguises, which yes, is relevant to what's going on, but it can also be him being like, "maybe I'm just interested in the human disguise," so he can believe that instead of dealing with his own emotions.

(Also, have this gif of Blitzø checking Stolas out in his human disguise)

Then that scene in Seeing Stars that, when I joined the fandom, was the first thing I saw fans losing their shit over

Nothing much to comment on here. He's actually smiling at Stolas's advances. The other times Stolas flirted with him, it's always been overly aggressive ("jelly sandwiches all night~"), and this time, it's more subtle and intimate, which clearly worked for Blitzø.

Oops (S2, ep6)

In this moment, Fizz hit Blitzø with the allegations, and this was Blitzø's reaction to it. Look at his expressions! The first image looks confused and scared and heart broken, like he knew he fell, but he's either in denial, ignoring it, or doesn't think it's reciprocated; perhaps even all 3.

The second image, he looks sad, angry, and confused, like he doesn't know his emotions and can't name them, but he's hurt. He's frustrated at how complicated things are, and he hates it.

The 3rd image is now just full denial. When lying, people often look to the side or avoid eye contact, which is exactly Blitzø is doing right here. He knows that its more than sex every month, but he's lying to himself, because he can't get hurt if it is just casual.

Alright, imma have to do a part 2 to this cuz I ran out of space. I'll try to go in episode order next time lol, I just go excited with these 2 lol

Part 2

[chiibinomonodamon]

WHO WANTS TO HEAR ME RAMBLE ABOUT GAY FURRY DEMON SEX? XD

(damn, there's a sentence I never thought I'd say....)

Okay...so I see some Stolitz confusion and bashing online and I need to type up a defense here because I won't be able to sleep otherwise lol

I consider myself to be a Ship Critic and someone who takes shipping rather seriously.

What I mean by this is, I like to analyze and break down romantic relationships between fictional characters because it's just interesting to write for me. I especially take delight in friendly debating with opinions that I strongly do *not* agree with.

Let me start off by saying I am NOT a "this ship is awesome because gay furry sex lol" type of girl.

FAR from it. I'm generally more passionate about hetero ships between human characters (because I can relate to them more) among other reasons. So if you wanna dismiss my defense as "shallow fangirlism", you can forget about that lame excuse.

I fell in love with Hazbin Hotel when it was finally released in February and suffered waiting for each new two-parts per week. During that time, I decided to watch Helluva Boss as well, after a friend showed me a particularly soul-crushing clip (Moxxie's childhood trauma about his mother).

Yes, I like funny sex jokes as much as the next goofy adult but scenes like this, scenes that carry a very heavy emotional weight are what really get me in the end, even moreso when VERY little dialogue is exchanged. I knew I had to watch the entire episode run after seeing that the creators had a talent for this.

I saw people asking:

"How did Stolas go from using Blitz as a sex toy to being painfully in love with him?"

Oh I can tell you. I can tell you the EXACT moment this is revealed. But it's not spoon-fed to you; it's quite subtle actually and this is why lots of people miss it.

See, one of the strongest talents Vivenne has shown me is that she REALLY knows how to get her characters to communicate their feelings to the viewers JUST from their expressions and body language. These can be 'blink-and-miss-it' teeny little scenes and it may require a couple rewatches.

But since people demand time stamps for all information others post here, I'll rewatch a few scenes from S1 E7 'Ozzie's' as I'm typing this.

'Ozzie's' remains to be not just my favorite episode of HB...but probably my favorite episode of any adult-targeted animated show outside of Japan (aside from S2 E7's Mid-Season Special)

It has this huge reveal for both Blitzo and Stolas.

We'll first address Blitzo's irrational, stalkerish behavior of Moxxie and Millie.

He's obsessed with them. He finds both of them very attractive, fantasizes about threesomes with them and is constantly inserting himself into their personal lives.

Why?

Because they have everything that he badly badly wants for himself.

They have the perfect marriage and he is trying to live THROUGH them.

This was hilarious to me at the beginnning of the show but it's slowly revealed that it's one of the most tragic and depressing things I've ever seen. And it's scarily realistic too.

But you know this already so let's move on...

Blitzo follows the couple to Ozzie's but he can't get in without a date. So he calls up Stolas and yes, this is very low but he doesn't realize how much this means to Stolas (hell, I'm not sure even Stolas realizes it himself!) but the owl man is giddy with joy, he rushes over and they enter Ozzie's.

When Ozzie and Fizz mock Moxxie for being so sappy towards his wife, this strikes a chord with Blitzo (because they're his IDEAL relationship) and he speaks up to defend them.

NOW PAY CLOSE ATTENTION; THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART:

Fizz, still holding onto his past grudge turns on Blitzo to humilate him:

"Some nerve you got commenting on a relationship"

Time Stamp: 11:37

As Fizz says "-ship", Blitzo VERY QUICKLY makes eye contact with Stolas who has a look of panic on his face. Blitzo is seeking VALIDATION from Stolas in this sharp, subtle second of screentime, as if to ask

"Well, ARE we in one?"

And then what happens next...Stolas remains silent, Blitzo's ex joins in to announce how selfish Blitzo was in bed with her, tearing him down further. Stolas stands up like he's going to put a stop to it but then Ozzie notices him and interrogates him about sleeping with Blitzo.

Blitzo looks incredibly ashamed and guilty as Stolas blushes with similar feelings...and hides his face behind his menu; HIS BIGGEST MISTAKE IN THE SERIES SO FAR.

Time Stamp: 12:24

The look on Blitzo's face as he grits his teeth and darts his eyes away basically says

"Yeah, I should have known...boy am I an idiot for trusting him to stand up for me".

(look how SHOCKED he is...wow, this hurts fr ;_;)

This is a silent betrayal on Stolas's part. Afterall, his reputation is on the line, so if he were to defend Blitzo, it confirms they are in fact, dating. He chose his pride over Blitzo and Blitzo is crushed by this betrayal.

Moxxie finishes his song and kisses his wife tenderly. Stolas watches this and also wants to have an affectionate moment with Blitzo (who is rightfully glaring daggers at him) and tries to reach for his hand.

Blitzo rejects his touch and suggests they leave. As they do, Blitzo still looks furious and hurt. Stolas is now realizing how badly he screwed up with a "What have I done?" face (13:41)

He even looks disappointed with himself.

After Blitzo drops Stolas off, he thanks him and tries to smooth over the awkwardness with sweet talk but Blitzo just rolls his eyes in disgust and pulls on his face like "I don't want to hear this bullshit".

He responds coldly and curtly, "Yeah." Stolas makes more suggestions to spend time with him, which just makes him even angrier and he snaps

"I'm not fucking you tonight, okay!

I'm really just..." (14:28)

he pauses to wipe a tear because at this point he can barely hold it together (top notch voice acting and animation directing btw)

"...not in the mood, Stolas."

Stolas still tries to talk him into doing couple things unrelated to sex.

Blitzo's face switches back to anger and frustration because Stolas isn't getting the message so he goes for the blunt tactic;

"Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but YOU wanting ME to fuck you, okay?"

(14:42)

"You make that really clear all the time."

(again his voice sounds like he's about to break down)

"But I-I just can't do it tonight, okay?"

(Finally meets his eye)

"...I'm sorry."

I believe this is code for "I'm sorry we're even in this situation and how your reputation got damaged. " Or, more painfully, "I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment to you".

Stolas replies "Okay" and takes a deep breath to compose himself. They say goodnight and depart.

An important note here is that Stolas calls him "Blitzo" instead of "Blitzy" to show more respect.

As Blitzo zooms away coldly, Stolas looks up at the sky with tears in his eyes, surprised at how much it hurts.

He then sits down with his head in his hands in anguish...because he's getting that

"Oh...no. These feelings are real" epiphany.

And as if this wasn't enough angst, Blitzo collapses onto his couch at home, goes through the memories on his phone and starts sobbing.

I'm going to be real with you; this is the most heart-breaking shit I have ever seen in an adult show of this type. It's also the first time a show of this type got me to cry.

The last six minutes have revealed so much information without spoonfeeding it to the audience because the show RESPECTS its audience.

To recap:

*Blitzo takes Stolas on a first official date to use him

*Stolas is extremely happy about it

*Blitzo gets humilated and looks to Stolas for validation

*Stolas betrays him and breaks his heart

*Blitzo snaps that their relationship is nothing more than lust-driven sex

*Stolas realizes he's actually in love with Blitzo and it's a huge problem because (he believes) that it's unrequited.

*Blitzo breaks down because the ONE person whom he thought would protect him didn't do so.

So these two are convinced that neither one loves the other...while the irony is, it's quite the opposite.

Because if Blitzo REALLY didn't feel anything towards Stolas, he would not have gotten this emotional.

Yes, they are both lonely...but I really don't think that's all there is between them.

So..........we know WHEN they started falling...now the question is why;

I think the answer's quite simple; single-target affection.

It was mentioned in S2 that Stolas and Stella did sleep together ONE TIME...but Stolas didn't enjoy it at all. He is stuck with a wife who hates him so much that she put a HIT on him...and a daughter who thinks he's a loser. Blitzo is pretty much the one person in his life who is able to make him happy. That one small, bright spot. He enjoys the sex with him but he also simply enjoys his company, as shown in Ozzie's episode. He is thrilled to simply talk to him about his day...and do anything else that couples do. They're complete opposites. Stolas is an intellectual but naive and sheltered. Blitzo is poorly educated but cynical and street-smart. Opposites attract...though this is likely more from Stolas's POV than Blitzo's.

In other words, Stolas is into bad boys xD lmao

In Blitzo's case, Stolas is the only character who shows him physical affection which he desperately craves. He's pretty tsundere about it most of the time...but I think he actually does enjoy that attention...especially when he's always getting disrespected by Moxxie and Loona..and quite a lot of people around him. BUT he's too scared to get serious with anyone because of past trauma and he also believes that no one could possibly love him as a person. :(

Reasons I Think This Love is Real

Aside from what I pointed out in the Ozzie's episode...there's quite a lot of evidence, esp from Stolas's POV.

After he realizes he's in love, he goes to Asomodeous for an ALTERNATIVE method for Blitzo to use so they will no longer sleep together. He wants to set Blitzo free. Which means he DOES truly love him because love is about being generous to the other person. He COULD be totally selfish about it but he isn't.

Asomodeous mentions how against love potions he is and Stolas agrees. He thinks that's out of the question.

'Look My Way' music video. Lol I don't have to say anything more.

In S2 E6 OOPS

This exchange at 16:57

Fizz: Seems your taste has gotten more 'regal', lately?

Blitz: Yeah, well unlike you, I fuck who I want WHEN I want. I'm not gonna be tied down to some big blue-blood asshole.

Fizz: You coulda fooled me the way Prince was cozying up to you at Ozzie's.

Blitz (gets very defensive) HEY! Stolas only cares about have a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress, okay!

It's nothing...(gets hesistant and looks away)...you know...

(Fizz gives him a 'bitch please' look xD)

"it's nothing else."

Fizz: Then why were you even there?

Blitz: OTHER very important reasons of course.

Fizz: Whatever. I don't actually care.

Blitz: Stolas is just a loud, thirsty BITCH!

(Fizz is rolling his eyes again)

Blitz: He loves feeling the thrill of getting dicked by the lower class.

It's a novelty to him.

Fizz: LITERALLY just said I don't care!

Blitz: And then he'll call me and try to see how my day was!

And he'll pretend to care about me and comment on my photos laugh at my jokes...

Fizz: (Smirking) OH! That's definitely your clue right there that it's all bullshit!

Blitz: I KNOW, RIGHT??

Fizz: (Making a 'What in idiot' expression, shaking his head)

Blitz: HE'S JUST A FAKE, PRIVELEDGED ASSHOLE...

Fizz: Sounds like you just hate him for being a prince!

No one (laughs) and I mean NO ONE pretends to care that much just for a cheap lay.

All right. IF ANYONE knows what real love is like, it's Fizzaroli...who is in a very HEALTHY relationship with Asomodeous. He recognizes the signs because he's IN that place. He sees it...and he's annoyed that Blitzo keeps denying it and brushing it off...yet clearly can NOT stop talking about Stolas (amusing irony)

To sum up (this freaking essay lol) 'Stolitz' ABSOLUTELY has the potential to be pure and true...these two just need to communicate...or Stolas has to PROVE to Blitzo that he's serious about his feelings in another way.

There is no doubt that this ship is 100% endgame and is a case of the 'Earn Your Happy Ending' Trope. I look forward to the rest of the journey. Ron is putting my feelings about Stolitz in a perfect phrase:

[scrapyardboyfriends]

I'm asking this to all my fave robron accounts because I'm going through it with them being back and can't stop reminiscing down memory lane as well as absolutely quaking with excitement at what's to come - what are your top 10 episodes from each year? I never actually made it to the end of the sl (stopped watching just after the proposal in july 2018) and am basically looking for motivation to see it through to the end for my next rewatch because I started to find it a bit of slog post reunion

Top 10 from each year? That's a lot to think about. Haha. Hmm..I'll give it my best shot. These are not going to be in ranked order by any means, probably more chronological.

2014/2015 1. Pre Affair Era where Aaron interrupts the Sugden family meal in the back room of the pub 2. The first kiss episode 3. The Upstairs now episode with Aaron trying to use Finn to make Robert jealous 4. Katie and Andy's Wedding with the swaying outside in their suits 4. Hotel 2 (but also Hotel 1 and also Boxing Day...there are too many good things in affair era okay and I refuse to choose) 6. Can I count Robert's whole wedding to Chrissie as one episode? 7. The Portacabin sex episode where Robert and Aaron are both helping on the farm 8. The Lodge/Affair reveal 9. Who Shot Robert, the episode where Andy and Robert play chicken 10. The episode where Robert gets Doug and co to back off of Chas after she stabs Diane and they have that exchange in the back room where Robert says "I'm your man".

honorable mention to Who Shot Robert in general and the Helicopter Crash, which didn't really have Robron but were just good episodes, oh and the connor episodes

This is why I voted for 2015 for the best year

2016 1. The abuse reveal to Robert 2. The episode before the one with the reveal to Chas where she goes to see Robert about Aaron and he tells her he can't say what's going on but that she should talk to Aaron 3. The abuse reveal to Chas 4. The episode where they go find Liv with bench hair! 5. The episode where they fix Vic's van and Robert puts on a suit for their date that doesn't happen. 6. The trial episode where Robert gives his testimony 7. Reunion 1.0 8. The episode where Liv locks them in the back room together so they can work things out and agree to move in together 9. Their SSW episode plus the thursday/friday episodes (shut up it counts as one) 10. Christmas

Honorable mention to the episode where Bernice tries to shave Chrissie's head and makes it Robert's problem and the Andy goodbye episode

2017 1. The January Fight 2. Wedding 1.0 (both episodes...it counts as 1) 3. The Prison Goodbye episode (honorable mention to the special episode they had that was the day in the life while Aaron was in prison, also the first prison visit) 4. The ons reveal 5. The break up episode(s) 6. The episode after the boxing where they have that little pub date 7. The episode at the hospital after Liv drinks the spiked whiskey 8. I hope my husband makes you very happy 9. The episode before Christmas where Robert is singing in the pub 10. Christmas

Honorable mention to the episode where they agree to go to the festival together for a moment and the episode with Seb's birth purely for the face journey Robert has during the whole hotel scene with Lawrence, oh and the episode after where Robert tries to leave and Aaron reverse pscyhologies him into staying

2018 1. The White's car crash 2. Valentine's Day 3. The episode where Aaron looks after Seb at the scrapyard 4. The episode before the reunion where Robert chats with Vic and Bernice at the salon and Alex moves in 5. Reunion 2.0 6. Proposal 2.0 (plus the episode after with the couch cuddling and the party) 7. the Carbon monoxide poisoning 8. Wedding 2.0 (honorable mention to the stag do with the karaoke) 9. The episode where Robert brings Seb back for Aaron, which I believe was bonfire night (also just all of the week they lost Seb to Rebecca leaving) 10. The episode where Robert watches Nicola's kids at the scrapyard and then tells Aaron he does want to do the surrogacy

2019 1. The episode where they watch Kyle and Isaac and Seb and the pig 2. The episode where Natalie agrees to be their surrogate (RIP surrogacy storyline) 3. The episode(s) where Charity and Robert are trying to scheme against a haulage client and Vanessa steals a car...badly and Robert and Aaron have to step in and fix it 4. Robert's Birthday 5. The Big Night Out purely for the Johnny Versace comment and the flirting over the chips, which might be in one of the flashbacks? Not sure. 6. The plea hearing 7. The episode where they steal and wreck Al's car 8. The on the run episode(s) particularly for the scenes in the woods and Aaron trying to hurl himself into oncoming traffic to get to Robert 9. The sentencing 10. The last prison visit goodbye with the montage

Honorable mention to the episodes leading up to the plea hearing where Robert tries to start the surrogacy again and then finds out he's being charged with GBH with intent and might get life

Okay so I cheated a lot but I tried. I wish you well on your rewatch. Just remember even though it all ends sadly, he's back now and they're inevitable!

[mcgrillzdumpinc]

I'll likely make a more in depth post once I've read through all the translated light novels but

Hello Apothecary Diaries fans I am in volume 8 and would like to reassure you about the choking scene from volume 5

Spoilers under the cut!

Okay so there's a scene at the end of volume 5 (the manga is not there yet) that many have interpreted as sexual assault. For the sake of those sensitive to such topics, I'm going to give a light on spoilers version of the scene and then an in depth analysis. Personally, I do not view the scene as sexual assault, but it is very forceful and carries A LOT of very sad subtext. You'll understand what I'm getting at in the more depth part.

So, the general gist of the choking scene.

Maomao and Jinshi are in the garden to escape a banquet. They talk for a bit about a very scary incident that occurred that day (thankfully nobody was killed) and share casual conversation. Then Jinshi brings up that they're at this banquet to find him a wife. I won't spoil the specifics, but fyi Maomao has been wearing an accessory this whole time that loudly announces (to everyone except herself, of course) that She's The Favorite™. Despite how obvious Jinshi has been with his intentions, including holding her hand and combing his other fingers through her hair while mentioning the whole wife thing, Maomao evades him while thinking "I'm not capable of love". So, she tries to dodge him by offering up another woman. This is what causes Jinshi to snap and choke her, as well as hold one of her arms behind her back to stop her from fighting back.

As I later learned, part of this scene was mistranslated, with the additional scene art causing further misunderstanding. What happens next is that Jinshi supposedly moves his hand to another part of her neck (I believe the back) and pulls her in for a kiss while leaning his weight on her.

Maomao then remembers how she was taught sex techniques against her will be the Verdigris House women & decides to use those techniques against Jinshi. The text uses "gentle spasms", and those who understand Japanese better have indicated that what Maomao did was tongue Jinshi until he was a trembling mess beneath her. She then promptly leaves and Jinshi feels like the most pathetic man in world.

The two don't interact beyond official matters until towards the end of volume 6. Jinshi brings more rare medicine in lieu of an apology. The two talk around the wife situation again and Maomao gets tickled. It isn't until volume 7 that they have an actual conversation breakthrough.

That's my light on spoilers version of the events. Now I'll give a more in depth version, that's honestly a good chunk of my own meta-analysis around the events of volume 5.

Honestly, volume 5 is full of really interesting scenes regarding Jinshi and Maomao. This is the first volume after Jinshi has been forced back into Imperial Brother status, yet the first thing I noticed that actually changed between JinMao is how Maomao takes initiative with him now. As soon as she learns an insect plague might be on the horizon, she dives into unprompted research and delivers her findings to Jinshi. She's no longer working at the palace or for Jinshi, but she still takes on the extra burden. She also takes initiative to get Jinshi some extra sleep (though she misinterprets his desire to not sleep alone). And later in the novel, when they're in the paper makers' village, Maomao acts so cute when reapplying Jinshi's burn scar makeup. I'll let screenshots talk for me.

Like man. She's so cute. And I wonder, if these two didn't have to deal with social standing and imperial drama, would we get way more of them just being cute and companionable? If Maomao wasn't an unwitting member of the Who Wants To Be An Imperial Princess race, would her feelings for Jinshi have grown without so much pushing and urgency on his end?

But I digress. I think a lot of volume 5, especially once they reach their travel destination, is Maomao trying her best to keep her blinders on even though she is in the thick of imperial drama. She's especially desperate with regards to the blazingly obvious fact that a certain someone of very high status is in love with her. I think the end of chapter 6 does a very good job of driving home one of the major reasons why Maomao is reluctant to trust Jinshi's feelings.

To add fuel onto this unfortunate fire is that Maomao, as an unmarried courtesan's daughter, was attacked as an infant by her mother, sought after by fucking Lakan of all people, ignored while crying as a baby, and forcibly taught sex (to the point of tears!). She also had to cover for Luomen's own eccentricities, specifically ensuring they had enough money to feed themselves. Maomao, to put it shortly, has been taught not to believe she can attain anything beyond her very simple life of being a lowly apothecary.

And then here's Jinshi who, as a prince, has been forced to grow up fast & have all his favorite things taken away from him. I think Maomao is the first time he ever wanted a person. He is, for lack of a better word, obsessed with her. I think a lot of his pushiness & tendency to be clingy with her is him desperately trying to make sure he doesn't lose her. If he makes her his wife, then, well, she can't leave.

And I think the choking scene is him finally at his breaking point. At this point, he has lavished her with gifts, been very forward sexually with her twice, and given her a new hairpin that is essentially this story's version of a promise ring. It's Maomao's repression/reluctance vs. Jinshi's desperation and so far she's winning.

But then she pushes him past his breaking point and he takes physical action against her. Maomao responds by kissing him silly.

So why don't I personally take this scene as sexual assault?

Mainly because I think the people actually guilty of sexual assault her are the Verdigris House women who forced Maomao to learn sex.

As far as I understand it, whether Maomao can actually say no to Jinshi is left up to interpretation. If we're talking on social status terms, she can't say no. But if you look at Jinshi's overall treatment of her, both before and after this scene, I very much think Maomao can say no and instead chooses to defuse the situation.

Because what isn't for interpretation, however, is Maomao's abysmal impression of what love and sex can actually be for her. So she defuses a love situation by using sex, something she herself doesn't like, and doesn't allow Jinshi to reciprocate, which leaves him feeling terrible, too.

I want to be clear. I do think Jinshi is in the wrong for physically attacking Maomao. But the sexual portion of the scene, at least to me, falls squarely on the shoulders of Maomao's fucked up backstory.

Anyway, I think I've typed for long enough. I am using the official translations of the light novel and some knowledge borrowed from other fans.

[kpopsexstories]

NSFW Series: Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of TXT

That's right, following my k-pop smut series Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of NCT I'm now starting the next installment. And the new group you'll get to follow is, of course, Tomorrow x Together! If you've read my other non-NCT smut the choice is probably not surprising 😉

UPDATE: This series officially ended on October 28, 2024. You can now read all the stories below!

In the original series I posted one story per member of NCT and WayV, depicting their most memorable sexual experiences. It's fiction of course, but the goal was realistic stories and sex that isn't too far-fetched. Things that could actually have happened to our boys.

The TXT edition is no different. In this post you'll learn more about the series and find links to the stories. The series ran from Monday September 16, to October 28, 2024, with one story per member and one story featuring all five.

My Goals

➕ Each story should have a backstory/context. The stories are not super long, but there is fluff around the sex.

➕ Each story should be realistic. Though fiction, they should be sexual experiences that aren't too far-fetched.

➕ No two stories should be the same. The plot, setting as well as the sex should be unique to each story, or at least varied enough.

➕ Each story should bring a surprise or twist, to keep you interested.

➕ Stories should be relatively consistent, and loosely tied to real life. This means references to songs, plot points inspired by real life things members have said, and a consistent timeline. Each story can be set anywhere from present day to pre-debut.

Identifiers

To make it easier for you to find the stories you like I'll include identifiers at the start of each post/story:

🍆 TYPE: Refers to the sex scene and is either VANILLA, MEDIUM, WILD or UNCONVENTIONAL. No stories are "hard core" due to the criteria of being realistic (there will be no bondage, fetishes, etc.), but the "Unconventional" stories can include more than one member.

📦 CONTENT: Key words describing the sex, like Missionary (position), Riding (position), Cumshot, Jerk off, Blowjob, Outdoors, etc.

🧑🏻‍🤝‍🧑🏻 FEATURED MEMBERS: Stories might mention other members, but I've listed those that are directly involved as more than just background characters (whether sexually or not).

The Schedule

Each member got one story – their most memorable sexual experience – though Taehyun's was split in two parts. A new story was posted every Monday starting on September 16th (2024):

1. September 16, 2024 – Tomorrow x Together The five boys of TXT go skinny dipping in Hawaii.

2. September 23, 2024 – Yeonjun Yeonjun’s adopted cousin rides him in a barn.

3. September 30, 2024 – Hueningkai Huening Kai has sex on a beach with his sister’s best friend.

4. October 07, 2024 – Taehyun Pt. 1 Taehyun walks in on Soobin having sex with Jessica “Jessi” Ho.

5. October 14, 2024 – Taehyun Pt. 2 Taehyun’s dreams are realized when he has sex with Jessica Ho.

6. October 21, 2024 – Soobin Soobin spends a day naked on a yacht.

7. October 28, 2024 – Beomgyu Beomgyu loses his virginity without realizing it.

8. November 4, 2024 – Tomorrow x Together (gay bonus story) The five boys of TXT hook up with a (male) stranger in a locker room.

My Other Smut Series

Want more smut and k-pop sex stories? Check out my Master List post for an overview of all the stories I've published. Or, visit my external website Story Finder where you can browse all stories on this blog by content, idol, word count, popularity, requests, and more!

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[pokeballvictim]

as a sadist i would like to know what makes masochism appealing to masochists. as a study

Okay well real answer is that you should actually go talk to @aria-but-horny, the leading researcher in transfem sexuality.

FROM MY EXTREMELY LIMITED PERSPECTIVE though, I think there's a couple points that you can mix and match. Sometimes one applies, other times it doesn't, etc. etc. Keep in mind that as always, all I can really talk to are my experiences, which aren't even always consistent. I can and will contradict myself.

Attention: This is listed first for a reason. Being a sub, being a masochist, a huge part of the appeal is being the focus of someone's attention. Being... for the duration of the scene, the center of the universe. But there's nuance to this, in that personally, if I feel like I'm being selfish, then I'll implode. Which brings us to our next point.

Being useful: ...or at least the convincing illusion of it. Lopsidedly receiving attention is actually a horrible feeling. A lot of the appeal of being a masochist is being a sex object that pleasure can be extracted from. It's nice to be a useful tool.

Control: This overlaps a lot with the first point. Being controlled, being ordered around... it's a good feeling. Why exactly is a little more complicated to answer? I'd say that its a kind of stress relief to let someone else take charge. Not to say that masochism doesn't sometimes feature improv, but sometimes you are tied up, gagged, and blindfolded.

Moving on to some of the less psychological and more physical elements of this:

4. Someone touching you in your sensitive spots feels nice. Shocker, I know. This includes getting fucked hard enough that you can't talk or walk.

5. Pain is centering. It can remind you that you exist, make you feel present. I think, especially if you're kind of a cerebral person, being forced to be THAT connected to your body, THAT rooted in the moment, it can be freeing. No thoughts, head empty, ouch, my ass hurts, etc. I guess.

6. There's something I've seen/heard people discuss here and there about... like, how masochism makes them feel a certain way? Like they perceive themselves different when they're being a sub? I don't know, really, this isn't something I've experienced.

There's actually more I was going to say but like... sometimes with these off the cuff posts, I run out of steam and lose confidence. And that's happening here, evidently.

This is bring up a lot of bad associations since I've been unpacking how my ex treated me, esp. with things related to sex and attractiveness. It wasn't good, and I don't know if I really trust my self to speak authoritatively to this topic at this point. Idk, just ignore everything in this post. Fucking whatever.