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thekinkyleopard · 26 days ago

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A Remi x Levi SnzFic

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Snz, Force Induce, Primal Play, Smut, Slight CNC

Description: This fic is inspired by this post but with a SnzFet twist 🤭

A/N: Hey guys 😅 Been some time, I’ve been lurking but have been in such a crazy position in my life between housing trying to get a place to live across the country that I’ve had no motivation to write. However, yesterday, I was inspired to get some RemixLevi in and then today, Geez presented me with this amazing prompt that I had to get cracking! 😍 enjoy! As always @aller-geez owns Remi and did the cover art!

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Bright emerald eyes peaked open as the morning sun hit his face through the blinds, immediately his hands started to search for the cat that usually resided in his bed. Nothing. This caused his half closed orbs to open wide, he sat up searching his bed for the lover he enjoyed holding close, but still came up empty when he realized that Levi, must have gotten up early. Remi huffed through his nostrils, what gives? He lived for their morning snuggles that usually led to a passionate session of sex to start their day. “The fuck is my leopard…?” he uttered through a deep sleepy tone, rubbing his eyes and pushing back his messy black strands.

Unbeknownst to the cat, who was happily organizing his shed in the backyard of their property, his boyfriend had woken up without him. This morning, the leopard had been struck with a sudden urge to get his life together, as his ADHD often did on random days throughout the week. As he hummed a soft tune to himself, he continued to pull things out of their places on his hand crafted wooden shelves and started to create labels, replacing items where they would essentially belong. All was going well, he was deep in his hyperfocus he didn’t notice the looming, darkened aura that was suddenly presenting itself within his space. Remi, opening the door to his shed slowly, as he sought out the source of his boyfriend’s absence. “You weren’t in bed,” was all the cat heard from a deepened tone that almost sounded threatening had he not known the source. Levi slightly jumped at the sudden sound of his frustrated partner, turning to greet him with a brightened, toothy grin.

“Oh! Sorry about that love! I was struck with inspiration and wanted to get some things done so I-…” yet in the middle of his explanation he was cut off by a single raised index finger from the other.

“Aht…We had an agreement…When one of us wakes up, the other is to alert the other, and then our morning routine proceeds, I feel a punishment is in order for this lapse in our promise,” the wolf’s eyes almost glared his mate down, leaving Levi to feel particularly small in the presence of the man.

“Oooohkay… I get it, I hear you, I’m terribly sorry honey, You just…you know me,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, avoiding eye contact with a gently dusted blush across his face. “Once I get the will to do something….It’s gotta be done ASA-…” cut off again by the wolf raising his hand in a full open palm, a motion to silence his sheepish boyfriend currently trying to explain away his crimes.

“Nope, your punishment comes at dusk, I will save my pent up aggression, and disappointment in your decisions to deal with you later,” he licked his lips in a primal way, staring Levi down as if he were nothing more than a piece of meat. “Do what you must during the hours of day, but tonight, you will learn,” and like that, the wolf turned his back and made his exit. Levi stood there, goosebumps rising across his porcelain flesh. What was to come at dusk? Why was Remi SO intense about this situation? It was but a simple mistake, right? What was actually in store for him later once the day had come to a close? He wasn’t sure, but something about the wolf’s aura today, was definitely causing the cat a surge of nervousness and slight anxiety. He took a deep breath, centering himself by feeling the cool wood under his shoeless feet.

“It’s fine, Levi, what could possibly happen? It’s not like Remi is known to be an unreasonable man when it comes to you, it’ll be fine, just get what you need done, and we’ll sort this whole thing out later! I’m sure once Rem has his morning coffee, breakfast and daily tasks handled, he will probably feel differently and we’ll talk this whole thing out!” he rested his chin between the space of his index and thumb, nodding confidently, more or less talking himself out of the anxiety of ‘what ifs’ “Yeah! It’ll be fine!”

Little did Levi know, the punishment that awaited him at dusk was not what he would be anticipating. The assumption of a simple conversation, would be off the table for the little cat. As the day went on, his anxiety grew like a storm cloud on the horizon. Deep within him, his body knew the truth that there was going to be more than words exchanged and this ruminated within his constant thoughts, all day. Remi's words lingering in his mind, casting a shadow over even the most mundane tasks.

When evening fell and the sky turned a dusky shade of purple, Levi found himself standing in front of their bedroom door, heart pounding in his chest. He hesitated for a moment before finally mustering the courage to enter.

Remi was sitting on the edge of the bed, a small smile playing on his lips as he held out a hand to his nervous partner.

"Come here, Kitten," Remi's voice was softer now, devoid of the earlier intensity. Levi cautiously approached, unsure of what to expect. As he stood before Remi, the wolf's expression softened even more as his partner approached. ‘Okay, maybe, I was right, all is forgiven and we will just have a light conversation and maybe some cuddles to forgive my transgressions of this morning….right?’ the cat thought innocently to himself. Yet, the moment he was within arms reach of the wolf, the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to eye level.

The second he had entered the room, the leopard had noted the wolf was hiding a hand behind his back, out of direct view to the other, which he had clocked as suspicious but maybe just his position alone was, natural? No…Remi was hiding something now that he was gripped under the other’s strong hand. In a low, whispered voice the larger spoke.

“Now, as the sun sets low in the sky, as promised, your punishment,” Levi swallowed hard, an audible ‘gulp’ echoed around the two. Shit. Remi pulled out from behind him a container, one the cat knew all too well. Chhinkni.

“Wait…baby…Please…I swear it wasn’t on purpose, we can talk about this…” the leopard started to sweat nervously and the wolf could only let out a low, almost devious, chuckle that immediately had the other worried even further.

“Oh, Kitten, words will not get you out of this situation, now, you can be a good boy, and take your punishment….or I will force it on you,” his emerald eyes darkened, narrowing on the other’s reddened face. A choice was being presented to him, and he wasn’t exactly confident which one he would make. Was there still a chance he could talk the wolf off the ledge? Maybe?

“Bu-But baby…I didn’t mean to-…” cut off, the wolf popped open the container and with a movement quicker than lightening, brought it up to the leopard’s sensitive nose. Immediately, the powder wafted upward into the canal of his sniffer causing the cat to hitch, and struggle, his baby blues watering at the sudden existence of the powerful substance.

“Regardless, a rule was broken,” Remi responded, pushing the container up closer, making sure the damage was setting in. “And once you start your fit, you’re going to run out of this house, and I’m going to chase you through the woods of our property, you hear me? And once I catch you, which we both know, I will, I’m going to make you regret leaving me here this morning without my release,” the wolf hissed, his tone thick with warning. Levi's body trembled as he took in the gravity of the situation, his nose already starting to scrunch and fight against the inevitable doom. He had never experienced anything quite like this before, and he couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to change in ways he couldn't begin to fathom.

The cat tried to formulate a coherent response, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper as tears began to trickle down his cheeks with the intensity of the chhinkni working it’s way through his sinuses. Remi smirked, pleased with his chosen method of punishment. "That's right, Kitten. You're going to regret your actions today," he growled, his eyes glinting dangerously.

And with that, Remi released the cat’s wrist, awaiting the game to start. Levi inhaled through his slightly opened mouth, trying to fight against it, but finding his efforts futile as eventually the moment he was trying to avoid, poured out of him like an broken faucet. “H-H-…HUH’TSCCHHIEW!” a mist of spittle flying forward and decorating the wolf’s face in front of him, he blushed further, his freckled cheeks a bright vermillion as he realized he had been so entirely wrong about being about to talk himself out of his solidified punishment.

“Run,” the wolf spoke seriously, his voice deeper, more primal than it had been even previously with his warning speech. The cat trembled as he fought to find a coherent thought and action to follow.

“B-Bu-Hah—’ESSHHh’uH!” yet with the wolf boring daggers into his soul, he knew if he didn’t follow instruction, things would only get worse, so just like that, the cat began to flee. Heart pounding wildly in his chest, Levi darted out of the bedroom and into the woods beyond their house. The chhinkni had taken effect quickly, flooding his body with a surge of adrenaline, an itching, throbbing and leaking nose, making it even more difficult for him to think clearly.

As he raced through the dense forest, Levi's senses were on high alert - every twig snap, every rustle in the foliage could signal the wolf's approach. The surroundings blurred into a haze as he tried to keep his bearings while dealing with the effects of the drug. “Eh’ScchH'‘iue!” cursing himself with every sneeze, knowing it would only make him easier to locate. He couldn’t stop though, any lapse in distance would only mean being caught up sooner rather than later. The leopard sliding the back of his hand against his dripping, irritated nostrils as they reddened and twitched against the horrendous attack of Chhinkni. “H’ptschu!” They continued pouring out of him relentlessly whilst his feet moved against the floor of the forest.

Remi, finally getting up to follow after, stood on their porch outside, focusing all his concentration on locating his fit afflicted mate, grinning brightly, sharpened white pearls reflecting in the light of the moon that was up in a full phase to shine down upon them. “Oooh, little Kitten, I’m going to find you,” The wolf's voice cut through the night like a blade, as he began his chase, following closely to the other’s scent and sounds.

Levi could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the fear and excitement mixing together in a dizzying whirlwind of emotions. His mind raced with thoughts of escape, but deep down, he knew that his punishment was inevitable. The effects of the chhinkni only added to his desperation, making it even harder to focus on finding a way out.

Branches scratched at his bare arms as he was only in a tank and some shorts, leaving his flesh vulnerable to the elements. Yet, as he pushed himself to go faster, his breaths came out in ragged gasps while he tried to put as much distance between himself and the wolf as possible. Every sound seemed amplified in the silence of the night, each snip and crunch of the sticks that littered the ground or the rustle of leaves echoing like thunder in his ears. The subtle hicks and hitches as his body fought against the assault of allergen taking him hostage through every rushed breath. “Hh-Hih’eeshiew!" ‘tshIEW!” he sprayed around himself, his head head congested with the powder that was controlling his ability to process.

Tears streamed down his reddened blue eyes, his cheeks flushed, his mouth slick from the sneezes that racked him through the night chase. He tried to see best he could through the glaze in his vision as his legs carried him through the trees. “Where do I go? Where do I go??” he panicked searching through for a path that could lead him to a hide away, just long enough to get his sense together, but his brain was scrambled, and with it being now much darker out than when he started his run, it was impossible to remember the location of where he was even at, despite knowing his property so well.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to keep moving, to push past the burning in his muscles and the relentless attack upon his sinuses, his nose dripping with anticipation for another oncoming explosion. Levi could feel the wolf's presence looming closer, a dark shadow in the night that seemed to be gaining ground with every passing second. Panic clawed at his chest, threatening to overwhelm him entirely. “H’ETShhIEW!” another sneeze tore through his throat, with no time to tend to himself or stop, the fine cloud of saliva that expelled from his lips had no where to go but right back into his blushing cheeks, painting the leopard’s face in a cool, wet mist.

Just as he thought he couldn't run any farther, his foot caught on a root hidden beneath the undergrowth, sending him sprawling onto the forest floor with a sharp yelp. Pain shot through his body from the impact, dirt smearing over his freckled exposed skin, but adrenaline pushed him back up to his feet before he could fully register it. He stumbled forward, cursing his clumsiness as he tried to regain his bearings in the darkness.

A distant howl pierced the night air, freezing Levi in his tracks. The sound sent shivers down his spine, a chilling reminder of just how close Remi was behind him. Intimidatingly close, it mattered not how much he ran, the wolf was much faster than he. With a renewed surge of fear and determination, the leopard pushed himself even harder, his heart thudding in his chest like a war drum. He could feel the wolf's presence closing in on him, the anticipation of capture heavy in the air. Each inhale burned his nostrils with the cruel reminder of his vulnerability, the chhinkni paralyzing him with its effects.

Levi pushed through the pain and anxiety of it all, his mind racing for a plan, a way to outsmart his pursuer. His feet carried him over fallen logs and weaving through thick foliage, his breath ragged and desperate. The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows that seemed to reach out for him with clawed fingers.

Just as he thought he couldn't go on any longer, an idea sparked in Levi's mind. With a sudden burst of energy fueled by desperation, he made a sharp turn and veered off the path, ducking behind a cluster of bushes. He crouched low, trying to control his labored breathing as he listened for his mate’s loud foot steps, but he couldn’t. Not with the sound of his struggling breath, yet as he could smell the canine getting closer, he clapped his hands over his open maw. He could feel it, another, it was getting imminent, there was no escape. His nose tickled, his throat itched, his eyes pooled with liquid and he tried, oh he tried, but there was just no fighting against it. He sneezed. “H—GNXKT!” He tried to stifle them, but with the exertion of running for so long and so far, the effort was more or less at low capacity and it fought him back. “—HAh’ESSHHH’uh!” It echoed loudly around him, leaving him vulnerable for the wolf to know his exact location. Should he run? Should he risk it??

The time for decisions was too late because the brush pulled open and there he was, Remington. The man chasing him was barely even broken out in a sweat as he leered over the cowering, afflicted leopard. Levi’s body trembled, his tearful orbs slowly met the other’s animalistic gaze.

“Caught’cha,” the wolf’s mouth pulled up into a deviously malicious half toothy grin. The cat’s body shuddered.

“W-wait…I-!!” but before he could make any further demands, or rather, pleas, the man reached down to grab him around the throat and pulled him up to his feet. In a quick swish he pushed the leopard up against a tree by the flush of his chest, cheek pressed up against the trunk. “R-Rem!” he tried to protest but the man only chuckled darkly.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t see this part coming my little Kitten…Especially since I’ve been so pent up all day…” he hissed behind the other’s ear, his fingers gripping the sides of the other’s throat while his free hand moved to push the fabric of Levi’s shorts down past his ass. “You’re mine now,” he nipped at the flesh of the leopard’s ear, pulling his rock hard length out from behind it’s restraints.

“R-Re…Hnn..H-…He’ETShhIEW!” unable to fight between the wolf’s hunger and the powder still rummaging through his nasal passage. His sneeze ghosted through the forest air, and the man behind him watched as the mist fell to the leaves below, he licked his lips.

Levi couldn't help but tremble at the lust induced ferocity in Rem's demeanor, his heart beating faster, and he knew that his pleas were as good as whispered. The raven haired man could hear them clearly, and Levi could feel the power of his dominance pressing down on him like a heavy weight.

As Rem spit on his own free palm and quickly adjusted himself, Levi could only whimper in response to the man's actions. His attempts at resistance seemed futile, his sneezes only made him more vulnerable and the other more hungry. He could feel the larger's hot breath on his ear, and every time he blinked, he could see Remi's eyes darkening with desire in the moonlight from the side view of his current position. Levi's heart pounded against his chest, pumping adrenaline throughout his body. ”You’re mine now, Kitten,” he growled between a clenched jaw.

"I-…Please…" Levi whispered softly in return a gentle sniffle to follow “SndDf.." Remington smirked, liking the sound of his vulnerable chatter. He gripped his neck tighter, pulling him closer to his body, feeling his hardness pressed against the leopard's awaiting hole. "That's what I like to hear," he murmured, his voice low and thick with lust as he pushed himself forward, entering the tip with a fake resolve of going slowly before shoveling himself the rest of the way in with impatience.

He brought his free hand around and up the front of Levi's chest, feeling the rapid throb of his heart through the other’s warm skin. He could feel the heat radiating from the leopard's body, a testament to his arousal and fear. Feeling the cat struggling to withhold another sneeze as if it would break the current tension "Don’t stop on my behalf," he snickered deeply while his hips began to snap at a furious pace, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Levi's spine.

The smaller of the two struggled to speak through his ragged breaths, his body infiltrated by his mate’s roughened thrusts and throbbing cock, he gasped sharply which only invited the explosion he was holding back, out. “H’PtsCHU! h’TSCHHiiew!” they sprayed past his wet lips, watering blue eyes rolling back as he released Remi’s favorite symphony of sounds, strangled whimpers underneath expressive sneezes.

Remi's grip tightened, his breath hitching as he felt Levi's body react to his invasion. The leopard was his, every twitch, every gasp was brilliant music to his ears. He pressed closer, his hips continued their frenzied rhythm, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the quiet forest night. "That's it, my sweet little prey," he grunted, his own breath rugged, "Let it all out,”

As Levi sneezed again, with a struggling force “HET’Shhh’eu!” Remi felt himself start to lose control. He was so close already, but refused to give in now, he could feel the electricity coursing through him as he thrust into the leopard. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless," he snarled lowly in Levi's ear. "You're mine…every part of you belongs to me,”

At this, Levi seemed to break, his body convulsing around Remi as he sneezed and moaned behind his lover’s roughened actions. “H-Hah! H-Hngg…h-H’ETShhHiEW!” His sneezing echoed through the forest like cries of surrender, each one a testament to Remi's dominance and control over him. Levi could feel his mate's animalistic lust coursing through him, tangling with his own sickened desire of enjoyment. The leopard's body shook with each deep thrust, each ragged breath drawing him closer to the edge.

"Remington...please," Levi panted between gasps, his voice shaking as he resigned himself to his mate's control. "You...you own me," The thought sent a wave of pleasure rippling through his loins, filling him with a newfound vulnerability and heightening his arousal.

Remi's grip on Levi's neck tightened in response, their bodies now moving as one, their hearts throbbing in unison. "Who owns you?" he growled into the other's ear, his hips never ceasing their rhythm. “Who?!” his voice snapping through the sounds of their mingling bodies.

"You, Remington," Levi cried out, his voice shaking with the intensity of his emotions. The cat’s teary eyes met Remington's in the moonlight, a mix of lust and desperation shining in their depths as he panted, "You do...you own me. Take me...please," He whimpered softly, nearly sobbing as he felt the passion and intensity that raged between them.

The wolf’s body shuddered at the sight, his mind hazy with carnal lust but his heart clear as he could feel Levi's surrender. "You're mine," he murmured hoarsely before sealing it with a heated, sloppy kiss, their tongues tangling in the passionate exchange. His thrusts getting harder, now desperate to claim the cat fully. "I own you," he hissed, pulling away from the other’s mouth, before biting down on the smaller's neck, drawing a mingling of blood and arousal from the wound.

Levi cried out, his hips pushing back to meet each thrust, the forest was silent except for their heavy breathing and the sounds of their bodies connecting. The smaller struggled to keep up, feeling as if he was being dragged into the abyss of Remington's desire. His sneezes continued to come out in shaky bursts, sounding more like a broken whisper than a powerful snort. “hUh’Tsschhiiew! hhhiH’esshiew!” Only further egging the wolf on as he craved to hear the sounds of his leopard’s suffering, watching mistrals of spit cast off beside them.

Remington continued his relentless pace, each thrust deeper and more brutal than the last. The feeling of being consumed by Levi's surrender drove him wild with passion, getting lost in the way the cat’s passage squeezed and pulsated around his plunging length. “Master is going to cum inside that tight little hole of yours…” the leopard whimpered, his body trembling as his mate's words echoed through the night around them. He could feel Remington's strengthening grip tighten and the powerful snap of his hips quicken, which were driving him to the brink. He could only surrender to his mate's control, feeling the building tension which could only mean - he was about to be claimed fully.

"H-Hh-ih’Eeshiew!!" Levi sneezed again, his body jerking violently while his nose dripped and his mouth hung open, his frame twitching against the other’s hold. The leopard's sneezes had always been a part of their little game, a vulnerable yet powerful tool that seemed to drive Remington wild with desire. And now, with each sneeze and whimper, he felt himself slipping away into the haze of pleasure and passion that enveloped them both. “h-H’ETShhiEuw...” watching the last cloud of spray hit the air underneath the shine of moonlight, was enough for the large man.

Their bodies crashed together as Remi’s release finally came, his thrusts becoming erratic and ragged, each one sending a burst of his seed deep into Levi's waiting warmth. A deep, primal growl escaped him as he felt the cat's body tremble around him, his own pleasure heightened by the sounds of the cat’s sneezing and whimpering.

"That's it...let me in," Rem pleaded through gritted teeth, his grip never loosening on Levi's neck. His thrusts became rougher, more unforgiving as he continued to claim ownership over the smaller being. "You're mine," he growled in between each word, feeling an overwhelming sense of possession take over him. "M-I-N-E!” Levi couldn't deny the powerful presence that was now a part of him, enveloping him fully. “Say it!” the man practically spat behind his lust-fueled manner.

Levi's trembling voice filled the night air as he echoed Remington's command, "I... am...yours..." The sounds of their bodies continued to meld together as the wolf made sure to completely empty himself within his mate, their breathing shallow and labored, each movement a testament to the intensity of their shared pleasure.

Remi's eyes scanned Levi's face, looking for any sign of resistance, but what he saw only served to further fuel his passion. He pulled back slightly, his gaze never leaving the smaller being's face as he slowly began to withdraw from Levi's body. His heart pounded in his chest while he watched his seed leak from the leopard, a tangible reminder of what had just transpired.

Levi's eyes followed Remington's every movement, swallowing thickly as his throat still bore the marks of the wolf's hand print. He felt a strange sense of euphoria wash over him before the larger turned him back around, gripping his chin and pulling him in for a rather loving kiss. “Good boy,” he spoke breathlessly against the other’s lips. “Did we learn our lesson?”

The cat's glossy eyes met Remington's, his blue eyed gaze revealing a mix of vulnerability and submissiveness. The weight of the powder finally lifting off him as it had passed through his body. A small nod was all he could manage, feeling the power of his surrender consume him. "Y-Yes, Master," he whispered, a quiver evident in his voice.

Remington smiled softly at the smaller being, tracing a finger down Levi's cheek. The cat just slightly flinched at the touch but didn't pull away, their shared breaths mingling as they stood still amidst the forest night. "Good," he replied in a low growl, pulling Levi closer. "Now we can go home, and hopefully, tomorrow when we wake, you remember your role,"

The leopard let out a shaky sigh, feeling the end of their exchange settle upon him. It was true; he would not forget to keep his promise from here on out, but maybe, every now and then, he could play with fire, and be reduced back, to prey.

The End

A/N: okay I popped off with this one 😅🤤🤤🤤 I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it cause BOY OH BOY….do I need a cold shower 😅

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 2 years ago

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Totally Awesome (pt 2 to Monotony)

Deadpool x Y/n

It’s smexy time B). Reader is gender neutral in this! No particular bits mentioned, only some (hopefully) good smut. Also idk if I should mention but reader is penetrated in this, so if that’s not your thing you’ve been warned! Not sponsored by Tylenol. Pls enjoy :)

Also I’ve decided to start mentioning that requests are open before my stories, so, requests are open!

Deadpool squealed and ran off to Y/n’s bedroom. Y/n had responded by rolling their eyes and going to pop a Tylenol. This Deadpool guy is a headache, especially after a particularly shitty day at work. Still, Y/n thought, maybe he’s good in bed. It always seems to be the odd ones that are.

As soon as Y/n enters the room Deadpool calls, “Like what you see?” He’d stretched himself out on his side, doing his very best impression of the “paint me like one of your french girls” pose, still fully spandex clad.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, but lets their eyes wander. They had to give it to him, he is hot. Even fully clothed Y/n can tell he’s built. Their eyes rest a little longer than necessary on his thighs. Turns out crime fighting on a diet consisting solely of Mexican food is a pretty good muscle-building regime.

“Wellllll?” Deadpool waggles his eyebrows again, and repositions himself slightly.

It strikes Y/n then that he’s trying to be sexy for them. That shouldn’t come as a shock, but it definitely does. They’ve had a history of not all that great boyfriends. To have a man want to please them is almost intoxicating. It’s that more than anything that starts a fire in them. There’s only one little problem though, “You still have your suit on. Take it off.”

“Sorry, babe, no can do. The suit stays on during sex.”

“How are we going to get to having sex if you’re fully clothed?”

“Glad you asked!” He reaches down to his waist band.

“Aht. We don’t need your dick out right now anyways. Lay on your back.” He flops onto his back as Y/n approaches the bed, eyes watching his body hungrily. They wonder briefly if he knew how attractive he is, then figure it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, “There we go, good” they smile. “Handsome boy.”

Y/n straddles his hips, “Pull your mask up.”

“Sor-”

“I’ve already seen the bottom of your face, pull your mask up.”

Deadpool swallows hard but obeys, pulling his mask so it’s caught on the bridge of his nose. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. Even with his eyes covered Y/n can tell he’s watching them intently.

When they lean down to kiss him Y/n smiles again. For a while they’re content like that, bracing themself above him and admiring how desperate he is for more. Then Y/n moves one of their legs between his thighs. Almost immediately he bucks his hips up into them, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Aww, handsome, you like that?”

“Yess,” he moans, trying to grind up into them and arch his back at the same time.

They chuckle watching him. He gives up trying to press his chest up into them. Y/n watches his face for a while and admires his gasps and moans. They wonder how long it’d been since someone fucked him. He whines out a plea, and Y/n obliges capturing his lips again in a kiss. This time they nip at his bottom lip. Immediately he opens his mouth, more than happy to do what they like.

They’re a bit put out still, not being able to see the rest of his face. Instead they content themself with feeling his body through his suit. Running their fingers over where his nipples should be and marveling at how sensitive he is, even with the added layer. It only makes them want him naked more. Y/n smirks into his mouth and reaches down to palm his now straining dick. “Look at you, baby, are you gonna cum already?”

Without thinking he nods frantically, pushing up into their hand.

Y/n gives a thoughtful hum and pulls their hand away, “Can’t have that, can we?”

He opens his eyes again, hips still trying to find friction against the air. Y/n gets up from the bed and watches him, almost daring him to try to get up. When he lays still they smile again, “Good boy.” Then they grab the hem of their shirt and pull it up halfway, feeling more than seeing his eyes boring into them. Deciding not to torture the poor man too much Y/n doesn’t drag it out. They pull the shirt over their head and toss it into the corner of the bedroom. The rest of their clothes follow shortly after and then they’re back on the bed.

They straddle him again, this time setting more of their weight on him and letting him rock his hips against them. Deadpool’s hands are twisting in the blankets, clearly trying to restrain from touching until he’s given permission. Such a polite boy, “You can touch me, good boy.” Immediately his hands shoot to their hips, pulling them more firmly onto his bulge and whining in frustration that his cock was still trapped in his suit. Y/n lets him pull their hips more firmly on his dick and smiles when he reaches up instead to fondle their chest, clumsily trying to play with their nipples.

When they were satisfied with that they swat his hands away and ignore his affronted look. “Ready to put that mouth to better use, handsome boy?”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, tongue flicking out to run over his teeth. Y/n is again pleasantly surprised that he’s apparently so eager to please. Large hands had gone to knead at their ass in hopes they’d just move forwards already. Y/n raised themselves on their knees before shuffling forwards a bit and hovering over his face. They laugh a bit when he pulls at their hips, trying to get them to sit.

As soon as Y/n sits down Deadpool wraps his arms up over their thighs to hold them in place. Immediately Y/n realizes that they’re not going to last long like this. ‘Pool’ is eating them out like a man starved. Y/n leans back for better leverage to grind down on his face. Their head drops back onto their shoulders, “Fuck, don’t stop. Handsome boy.”

Y/n reaches back again to palm at his cock. This only encourages Deadpool more. He releases one of their thighs to sink a finger into them, crooking it slightly. Y/n bears down on the finger, desperately wanting more. Deadpool is only happy to oblige, pushing another finger in and fucking Y/n harder. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Until Y/n suddenly tenses and grinds down hard on his fingers as their orgasm tears through them. Deadpool keeps fingering them through their orgasm.

When they’re done Deadpool pulls his fingers out and traps their thighs again. He keeps on licking and sucking and nipping until Y/n is twitching from overstimulation. They try to kneel up from his onslaught. He keeps them there for one last broad lick that makes their whole body lurch. When he does release them they fall against the headboard to catch their breath while he gets up from under them and kneels up.

“I want you on your back.”

Y/n lets out a laugh, but falls onto their back anyways and spreads their legs. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” He grins and immediately covers them. For a moment Deadpool debates teasing himself for a while, but seeing Y/n on their back spreading their legs for him makes him push forwards into them right away. If this ends up being a dream he’d be pissed at himself for not getting to the point. Seeing his head push into their entrance almost immediately confirms his choice. It also confirms that he isn’t going to last long at all. Still he tries to ease into it at first. Slowly thrusting alll the way in then dragging back out. He loves their little sounds, loves even more that he chose to have them on their back so he could watch their face. They very quickly drive him to wanting more. So he leans down to prop himself above them on his forearms then lays into it. Right away he feels his orgasm start to build and it only spurs him to go faster. Y/n wraps their legs around his waist and angles their hips up, seemingly recovered from their earlier orgasm.

Deadpool loses his rhythm as his orgasm builds. Y/n had wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. That along with their walls clenching around him draws out his orgasm. He can’t help coming. Vaguely he wonders if he’ll be punished for it, somehow he doesn’t think he’d mind. He pushes as far into them as he can get, then pushes some more. They’d broken the kiss and Deadpool is panting to regain his breath, dick still in them. He lets his weight rest on them for a bit before pulling out and rolling over beside them.

“See? I told you the sex would be totally awesome.”

#deadpool #deadpool x reader #deadpool x y/n #deadpool x nonbinary reader #deadpool x male reader #deadpool x female reader #deadpool/reader #deadpool/y/n #deadpool/nonbinary reader #deadpool/male reader #deadpool/female reader #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson/reader #wade wilson/y/n #wade wilson x y/n #deadpool smut #smut

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jeanjamesb · 6 months ago

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In South Africa our constitutional court made it expressly clear that any person with a criminal record can not run for presidency, even if they've served their sentence, they still have to wait 5 years after the sentence has been served (without committing any additional crimes during that time) before they can consider running again.

This happened because our previous president, who was forced to step down, started a different political party and was trying to get into parliament. Our electoral commission took it to the highest court who said aht aht no.

So seeing Donald Trump still be in the running after a guilty verdict, is like wow damn. Considering prisoners can't vote in some places in the U.S. We had 17 000 prisoners cast their votes on Wednesday for our country's election.

We are a very backwards nation on a lot of things tbh. In a hopeful universe, we'd take the lessons from this era of politics and at least do things like make it illegal for convicted felons to run for office no matter the level of politics. With the way our governments currently operate, I have no hope for that.

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solardick · 10 months ago

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Oh no, time to endure more environmental changes instea dof growing as an individual. Go get high and see if im not harrased and conditioned with ganing nothing else to do. Cant even spend time along without being abused.

Went out almost got git by a couple cars. Oeiole being fucken retarded lately. Brush anoyher couple people. While half a dozen more or so cross my path to close proximity. All from 30 to 50 degree angles. One guy had to stop traffic cause he was making an illigal turn into the parking lot at the same time im crossing the street. Kept a slow despondent pace. Ehile they waiting in the middle of a main street. Whatever man. I dont hive a shit. I aint fucken moving out of your way.

And i dont get it man. Its just always been this way. Since the moment i opened my eyes. The world ruining me. Theres nothing to gain from it. This isnt the real world. Its something else. Transit over hellscaoe passed. Back to normal. Good luck. And enjoyement. Man i ahte life.

If it wasnt all a lie. I’d say your maturing her. .what? This again? Id rather go back to cherry. I don’t need a filter. Because she wants it. The dark side of her darkened sex. Wonder what she does without me. I wanted to fix it.

On the other note how many more years do i owe for the crime of my birth?

Guess i was supposed to go out drinking yesterday and sicken myself with a hangover with very poor quality sleep. Or some such. Changes in my brain chemistry. Again after the same experience. Probably medicated on something. Same dream. Jeckel and hide sort of deal. Fighting in keeping it under wraps. This alien mindset that doesnt belong in this world.

Up the testosterone for the youthful energy to aid in keeping me productive and well lubricated. It was easier to handle when i was younger. Thr mind has to be kept on outer accomplisment. Our the entire system seizes to work. Which has be made extremly difficult because everything is a lie.

Insecure hostle environment equals out towards immortality. Safe secure environment aims towards reproduction.

Intimidation? Is a very intimate thing.

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laresearchette · 10 months ago

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Wednesday, January 17, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: BLUE LIGHTS (BritBox) A SHOP FOR KILLER (Disney + Star) CHICAGO MED (City TV) 8:00pm CHICAGO FIRE (City TV) 9:00pm CHICAGO P.D. (City TV) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: TRAFFICKED: UNDERWORLDS WITH MARIANA VAN ZELLER (TBD - Nat Geo Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CBC GEM COLIN FROM ACCOUNTS (Season 1)

DISNEY + STAR AMERICA’S FUNNIEST HOME VIDEOS (Seasons 24-26) THE GHOST AND MOLLY MCGEE (Season 2) IT WAS ALWAYS ME (Siempre Fui Yo) (Season 2) A SHOP FOR KILLERS (Season 1, two-episode premiere)

NETFLIX CANADA AMERICAN NIGHTMARE END OF THE LINE (BR) FREAKS

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Habs vs. Devils

PWHL HOCKEY (TSN4) 7:00pm: Boston vs. Toronto

2024 AUSTRALIAN OPEN TENNIS (TSN/TSN3) 7:00pm: Early Round Coverage Day #5

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 7:30pm: Heat vs. Raptors (TSN5) 8:30pm: Mavericks vs. Lakers (SN Now) 9:00pm: Warriors vs. Jazz

THE OTHER SIDE (APTN) 7:30pm: The Point Ellice House witnessed a nearby bridge disaster in 1896, where 55 people fell to their deaths. Will any of those lost souls need help finding their way to the other side? During their investigation, the team uncovers a dark mystery about.

WILD CARDS (CBC) 8:00pm: A harmless porch pirate case leads Max and Ellis to stumble upon the murder of a cutthroat sports agent.

SPIRIT TALKER (APTN) 8:00pm: Shawn takes a water taxi to Opitsaht, the ancestral territory of the Tla-o-qui-aht, to connect with Tribal Parks Guardian Saya Masso and learn about the Big Sky Trail.

GHOST HUNTERS OF THE GRAND RIVER (APTN) 8:30pm: The ghost hunters explore one of the oldest and most notorious prisons in Canada, the Historic SDG Jail, a place where six executions via hanging occurred throughout its years of operation.

D.I. RAY (CBC) 9:00pm: Rachita and the team race to track down Anjuli Kapoor, making more than one grim discovery in the process; this is no honor crime.

RED EARTH UNCOVERED (APTN) 9:00pm: Doc dispatches Hayley to Medicine Hat to investigate a giant river serpent that is said to live in the South Saskatchewan River. The creature is believed to lurk in a spot on the river that never freezes due to rapid currents.

LATE BLOOMER (Crave) 9:00pm/9:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Following burgeoning content creator Jasmeet Dutta as he tries to balance his ambitions for success with his commitment to his family, community, and culture.

LANDS ENCHANTED (APTN) 9:30pm: Accompany Rebeka Tabobondung and Waubgeshig Rice on their journey into the spirit of Wasauksing First Nation. Together, they explore Snake Rock, a place where community members go to seek healing and guidance.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #the other side #wild cards #spirit talker #ghost hunters of the grand river #d.i. ray #red earth uncovered #late boomer #lands enchanted #nhl hockey #pwhl hockey #tennis #nba basketball

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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Trump Doesn’t Need Criminal Conviction to Be Disqualified for 2024 (msn.com)

there are other reaasons to take one off the ballot do to disqualificatin: not 35 or older not a citizen for 14 years and not born in the usa

and that is what the contitution says. however. federal laws preventa felon from being elected to the office. you must not have a felony conviction and thsly trump fights it tooth and nail. you must NOT be on trial for a felony you will be disualified from running, and he should be. you are not to threaten the usa government you may be disqualfied, you cannot have held off ice before evnen wth and alias for two consecutive terms a third is not allwoed clinton had two is tump. you must not have an illegal firearm it is felonious behaviour and must not be seen in public talking about sedition or other vs the usa. and it is in wiritng our son as seen it and tough stuff lots here cant and trump is not.

furhter he is a suspect in several cases of treason:

a millitary tribunal may preside over him and if convicted may be executed on the spot due to being a former president had rank in themiltary. and t he crime done while serving. and yes is the idiot on the aircraft caarrier no that was dan and he was worried. did a bad thing with nukes. they still try fo r him and he say sit they are after me, are.

and more ok this guy isno good forces this ass routine. tons ahte him ou tand wont

yet keep him on

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

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astoldbychae · 7 months ago

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Not Rory took her to Selvadorada to hide out after committing a crime! 😂 That’s a real one!

and Darren coming through like aht, aht! It’s your assssss Tre! 😫

Behind the Scenes

I have a general rule that when I'm working on a scene that uses a community lot, we change the lot type to generic and add deco sims. Too many times I've had randos show up bald and naked and I just don't need them problems. I didn't do that this time and kept the lot I found (on the gallery) as a nightclub and while only ONE rando was bald, her outfit was cute so I let her stay.

Let's talk about this mf tho

he came IN THE DOOR hatin. she is an ADULT Darren. AN ADULT so imma need you to

and stay out of her ADULT business. how tf you get to Selvadorada anyway? Aren't you supposed to be babysitting the grands with your wife?

Oh but then here HE comes...

And now I can't even really be mad at the homie Sean because he *DID* get ghosted and he *DOES* have a new nose to show off so, he got his little grind on or whatever and we just pretended like we didn't see him.

Until of course we saw the heffa who ghosted him

LIKE DIDN'T YOU JUST MURD... you know what....

#I am on the floor!

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stonewallsposts · 1 year ago

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Is adoption human trafficking?

I had read a tweet yesterday by someone writing that no matter what Christians do, they get bashed for it. If they campaign to stop abortion, someone says: Well, are YOU going to adopt all the babies then??? And when they adopt babies, someone says: OMG, adoption is human trafficking!!!

Well, that made me think about adoption and human trafficking. I can see the point in some degree, but it doesn't feel right either.

So I decided to look up some opinions on it.

One article on the Adoption-is-Human Trafficking (AHT) side is here:

Her points are: Mothers don't want to give up their babies, and even adopters rarely choose adoption as a first choice. But adoption is a sale, not a gift. The writer also mentions that the SCOTUS decision to overturn Roe v. Wade clearly reveals adoption is about the "domestic supply of infants". So perhaps much of this analysis is motivated by a political argument for keeping abortion. If adoption can be reconstructed to be seen as a crime, then adoption can be removed as an option for these "unwanted babies". And if the only option for unwanted babies is to keep them in miserable life conditions, then abortion looks like a better option.

But setting aside the political angle, I can see a point, even if it doesn't feel right. And I'll say this as an adopted child. The three points the author makes are 1) mothers don't want to give up their kids, 2) adopters themselves would prefer their own children, and 3) adoption is a business.

As to 1), I agree that most mothers probably don't want to give up their children. There is undoubtedly a bond there and giving a child up after birth is going to be traumatic. That acknowledged, it doesn't mean the mother's circumstances are any better, or that she can provide any better for the child. In such a case, giving the baby up to a family that wants a baby, but can't have one, is a good option.

This is essentially what happened to me. I was given up for adoption and taken in by a great family that loved me and raised me as their own. Ultimately, the concern should be what is best for the child. Of course, what will happen in the future is always an unknown, but if a family that can't have children wants a child, and has the means to take care of one, and the mother has a child that she can't take care of, then adoption is a perfectly valid means of providing for the child.

2) I would also agree that most couples would prefer to have their own children. That said, I am very familiar with adoption in my family, since I was adopted myself, and in my immediate family, there are 5 adopted kids out of 6 nieces and nephews. What "most couples prefer" just isn't an option sometimes. That's why they adopt. But so what? Having lived with adoption my entire life, and seen it successfully a bunch more, you can't convince me that it is a second-rate standing. So the point is.....?

3) Yes, adoption is a business. People are employed in the area and make money from it. But that's probably because it needs to be this way. The concern is too big to leave it in the hands of private parties, so the state has to be involved in some way for the protection of the children.

But adoption IS the 'purchase' of a human life so is it human trafficking? In a broad sense, the adoption agencies are collecting babies to be bought by other families, so there is something there. But human trafficking is generally sex trafficking, forced labor, and debt bondage. Human trafficking also involves the use of force, coercion or fraud to obtain labor or commercial sex acts.

Adoption isn't part of that, so it doesn't fall under the legal definition of human trafficking.

Adoption is a consensual agreement by the biological parents to relinquish rights to the adoptive parents. It simply doesn't fall under the same category as human trafficking, at least in the criminal sense we typically understand it.

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roy-rubberbands · 1 year ago

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He is the first birthed son, and the third birthed child. His sisters— they are not his sisters, not in any way; but it is easy to refer to them as such —were delighted to see a difference, or so they told him.

He was the first birthed son, and so they celebrated the new turn of humanity.

When he could walk on his two legs and communicate in sound and gesture, he became an older brother. Ahte was presented to him days after her birth, resting in her mother's arms. He vowed then, overcome with joy so great, that he'd protect her, forever until the day he drops.

(Death was not as scary, back then.)

When she grew to walk and talk, they were together most often. They played and hunted and gathered together, tended to the land while exchanging words back and forth, back and forth, until they were called in for rest.

Inseparable, that was what they were.

He doesn't know if he wishes that weren't the case, and if he does, in what way: does he wish for those to have never ended, or does he wish they never happened?

He was the first to question the gods.

He was no longer the only son, now the first of six. He was older than all the other boys by far, though, and so he took charge when the sisters nor the elders could.

One of his brothers was punished for a crime he did commit. He remembers that. But he remembers thinking, "Is this necessary?" as his brethren was lashed, as he and the others were made to watch in fear. To witness the consequences of disobeying their god will bring them.

His brother was made into an example, but not in the way he knows his brother would have wanted.

Perhaps they succeeded in that, and that way of teaching was right, to some extent. The image of it is clear in his mind, burned into his memories. But he does mot remember his brother's name (anyone other Ahte has been forgotten), nor the sin he committed.

this one!! this ⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️ one has me the most fucked up, 'cus i can't remember any context abt it! the only thing i kno for sure was ✝️✨Religious Trauma✨✝️ was involved. ahhhh, i hope i can come to this and reconstruct a similar narrative that i had ping-ponging around the first time

#♥️#🩶#religious themes #abandoned wip

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lesbiten · 3 years ago

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NOT ME TEXTING JESSE ABT ME HAVING A PANIC ATTACK AND I OPEN TUMBLR AND MY TOP 7 RECOMMENDED POSTS ARE FROM THE SAME ANXIETY MEMES ACCOUNT ?>!?!?!!??!

#THIS IS A AHTE CRIME #I CANT DO THIS #LITERALLY FOR WHAT REASON #THIS IS THE FUNNIEST AND WORST THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME #THERES SO MANY OF THEM AND IVE NEVER INTERACTED WITH POSTS LIKE THIS EVER #PLEASE #simon says

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blaqueswanzaghouliishiilikeda · 2 years ago

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Lestat: You feel as if you’re dying, because you are.

this is when i knew i was hooked. this scene is so dark and so funny at the same time. both Jacob and Sam’s performance are so great. the disposal of the bodies and the horrifying reality of Louis not being properly prepared or informed about what it would be to accept this dark gif juxtaposed with the casual air with which Lestat disposes of the priests and fills Louis in on what he’s experiencing its just so good. i loved episode 1. but I think this is when i became obsessed, obsessed.

the high [tower] feeling of becoming an overpowered undead immortal being/companion to be followed by the groan of being an overpowered undead immortal life draining parasite on humanity

Lestat really wanted a partner in crime lol

Lestat: a pair of oak aged cabernet

an early thread of Lestat consuming blood like wine. a little moment here that has a bigger moment later.

Lestat said aht aht! no you won’t go after that hot sailor. and i agree i think he did a disservice to Louis’ transition 😅. definitely doesn’t understand that Louis sitting in hours of connecting with the man’s humanity was not the way. he has not been removed from humanity long enough.

also Lestat, i think, in trying to give Louis a vastly different experience with adapting to vampirism than he had, he loses sight of the fact that Louis is not alone left fending for himself and his survival having to accept that this is how he exists now in the way Lestat was, so overcompensating for his own experience is not going to help Louis. He really should have tried more to understand that Louis was not going to be able to accept killing like he did even tho yes he would eventually have to come to accept this new way of existing.

jacob managing to look so cute and hot and bored, and hungry, and horny and unsettling all behind those dilated contacts. who’s doing it like him?

Louis slurping on that spoon…soo unnecessary 😖

Sir you came all the way to their home, left the bar with two strange men to drink more and speak in private about farm equipment/tractors?? i mean i’m not convinced, but i won’t push the matter.

Lestat: No, you don’t bite the blood, you suck it!

another banger. 😂

Louis getting to a point where he refuses to make clear cut life choices i’ve said before can really be understood when you look at how his choices have come out of and led to so much trauma. He wants so badly to undo accepting the dark gift. he wants to go home, but home is not a place, but a different time and space altogether. one that’s already past. one he’ll never be able to reach again. one before this endless night began. one where Paul is still alive and he can stand to see the sun. only he’s about to face that he can never go back in the most brutal way ever. that he really can no longer stand in the sun and Paul is never coming back and he will always be an immortal monster forever more. [groooaaaaaaaannn]

obsessed with how turned on Lestat is by being shoved across the room!! he really can’t even hide it. he decides he’ll make up for letting louis face the sun without warning by getting naked later and possiblly giving him pleasures of the flesh in the coffin. they left that up to us to decide. i say they fu-

we ask about why tf Lestat wouldn’t have told him about the sun, but I think it falls in line with his strict/harsh approach to teaching his fledglings. like his harsh truth moment with Claudia later. this is his harsh truth moment with Louis. In both cases the boyfriend/husband/partner is burned.

Lestat carrying Louis up the stairs is kinda so cute. it’s a foreshadow that happens in the shadow. but yeah it’s cute with the underscore groan of why he needed to be carried in the first place. nothing exists in any one way. many things can be and are layered and true at the same time

i think lestat does have an awareness that desire and pleasure (he strips down and saunters about seductively) and the appeal of tenderness (“a vampire romance”) would make this easier for Louis. i think he does want Louis to have those experiences while adjusting to all this, but he wants to be the one who gives it and yet isn’t always the best person to give it seeing as how long he’s been removed from the full breath of humanity. so i do think it’s fair to say he let his insecurity about the sailor got in the way of what might have been a better experience for Louis.

and in 2022 Louis states that he felt rushed. though i’m not sure what kind of pace you can take when your survival depends on the life blood of humanity and you’ll die in the light of the sun if it touches you. [groooaaann]

iwtv ep 2 rewatch thoughts

the groan…a sound that comes from the building being at the height that it is makes you wonder if it should be that high. its obviously so loud it cant be ignored and it’s not a nice sound. sure it’s a rare experience to live in a place like that like just that image is rare and beautifully crafted but there’s something off about it that makes the building groan just like that rare work of being the work of Marius with Marius being who he is, which we’re reminded of by all of this being explained by Rashmand. Louis covets the rare experiences in life despite whatever groan comes with it like being a billionaire living in Dubai despite the groan of it being a city built by slave labor and the groan of his sexuality being condemned there and illegal and the groan of his own exploitation of others in the way he exists there (i.e the blood farm, the men who come and offer up their blood for pay). the groan of the excessiveness and extravagance of his meal with Daniel. the groan of fixed roles he insists upon (but does not truly exist as) in between him and Rashmand despite both claiming its for the best there’s a groan of something not being right a lack of true freedom to fully express. (an over correction to the roles of the past. a trauma response to choices made that led to disasters) The groan of Louis apologizing for shedding a single blood tear and calling it losing control. whether it’s his own doing, someone else’s or both he is not free to fully express he is not free to fully be. etc. etc. the rare has a jarring cost every time. like the rare experience of being an immortal vampire and the groan of losing your place in humanity.

this is the episode where Louis is at the height of his undead life/self expression/companionship/career but its always underscored by the groan of what it means to be an immortal monster/fledgling. something he can’t reconcile with. something he can’t ignore. his world has been opened to experience and express the full breath of who he is for better or for worse, but that is underscored with the groan of that freedom to be, being conditional to how he can or can’t live out his roles with his society and his family and the expectations that come with his role as Lestat’s fledgling/companion. it becomes more and more apparent that regardless of the fact that Lestat wanted to free him from all his hats, regardless of the fact that he probably meant it when he said it, he cant free Louis from everything. he never could. and he also actually isn’t able to relinquish control over their lives and the groaaaannnn of the fact that he will demand Louis to once again exist in a box he doesn’t fit/and doesn’t want to fit (strict gendered role). plus the groan of Lestat never understanding and often times disregarding the box Louis can’t escape and in some ways don’t want to leave behind (societal/racial). he enjoys the rare experience of being in a queer interracial relationship, the rare fact that people know but they get away with it because the power and access of wealth, status and being vampires but the groan of the fact that they have to hide elements of the truth to remain under the radar, the groan in the fact that in choosing a life with Lestat and the dark gift he can’t balance his life with his family and is slowly but surely isolated, ostracized and made a scapegoat in their eyes. the groan in the dubcon nature of that choice in the first place. he covets the rare experience of being a successful black-owned business in that time on that particular street and yet the groan of the success of his career being on the backs of the exploitation and labor of poor, disabled, black women. the groan of who he has to do business with and who he the clientele are. the groan, the groan, the groan. truly what is that sound!?

Daniel: Seven? How many courses are there? Fattening me up for the [groan] inevitable end?

the rare coursed meals given to Daniel are an experience of the fine dining that comes with Louis’ elitist lifestyle underscored by the groan of much of what he’s eating being endangered species in the same way he is an endangered human amongst vampires. (groaaan)

the groan of Louis consuming a rare blood type that could be being used as a necessary blood transfusion to save someone’s life but its being hoarded and consumed by a billionaire vampire with access to a private blood farm for his consumption and his consumption only. the groan of exasperation at Louis refusing to acknowledge this personal evil that calls back to what he knew to be true about himself as a human. he is the keeper of knowledge in this exchange leaning into that power he was once denied he is now unbound of his past strict role as the “hysterical wife” (and yet the underscoring groan of not allowing himself to show any emotion at all in all the ways he exists and expresses himself now)

memory being a monster both a rare over powered immortal monster and an endangered human share. the thread to humanity that Louis doesn’t have to fabricate.

i love the music eventually being a touch too loud.

#iwtv ep 2 rewatch #louis du pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #sorry if i’m be annoying with the groans but it just makes sense to me #iwtv

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