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[sollucets]

only friends episode 3 bts x neomark talking about boston

[fexarii]

Two flavors of sneo 3/4 headshots

I like drawing him with both slitted eyes and pupil + iris eyes .. . (First one also had slight animatronic inspo cuz my sneo is a biomechanical animatronic)

[wildtornado-o]

OBSESSED WITHT HEM... (also I know this is current(ish) roman with current Neo but its very sad we dont get to see any ponytail roman </3)

LOVE THE FACT THIS PORTRAIT IS LIKE RIGHT AFTER THEY KILLED HER PARENTS DSHKFHSDKSD

He's just having fun <3 <3

Mr Torchwick I am obsessed with you. (And his EXPRESSIONS?? I loveee that they kept him super expressive)

Still keeping his fantastic table manners I see ;)

NO ONE IS DOING IT LIKE THEY ARE..

this shot looks like a proud father showing off his kid SDHKFSD

bro is jus- bro is just standing there

I'm in love with him

AUGH. Every scene where they are the least bit affectionate to each other has me MELTING they were Besties.

this is the face of a girl who has lost her everything.

[inmydrcams]

something about finally seeing cosmos after almost 30 years just makes me so emotional 😭😭😭😭

[boycigs]

I would love to see it if ever done

have you done a witch theme?

mmm I don't think I have, done a hand full though. a couple green, probably a couple blue, a few red. black and white is a staple theme

[synthbug]

Anyone can join in if they want to ^_^

tagged by @hyenagirlbulge smile

Challenge: make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite!

i tag ummmm . @calabrithedragon @chihirolovebot @nexfarious @enby-berries do it if you want : )

[neometalmadness]

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”

Question prompts || Accepting

"... Are you suggesting a trade?" Neo damn near scoffs at such a proposal. Of course, the Final Egg homed a lot of ex-Eggman machinery-- all of which could be devastating in the wrong hands, even if much of it were older & outdated models.

A quick shake of his head. He's indifferent to that prospect; the world could burn to the ground tomorrow, and as long as he came out unscathed, he wouldn't care.

"Do tell. What could you possibly gain for me, that I could not pursue myself with ease?" Such snark. He's fully aware he's in hammer distance, its almost like he's testing her.

"More importantly... What use do you have for any of this?" A more genuine question, this time. Could she even operate heavy machinery? Not to underestimate her (or that hammer), but it does come from a place of curiosity. "Would you not be better off pursuing the Doctor's newer machines, if you wanted something to play with?"

... Nevermind. The snark is back.

[ghosts-to-reid]

Neo Gothic V

Summary: Reader delves into her past, shocking the BAU. Spencer decides to plan evening to distract you, but it doesn't go quite as planned.

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI, Mentiones of murder, decapitation, disembodyment, genrerally if you cant watch a slasher or a porno maybe dont read this, look after yourselves! Dom!Spence, Unprotected sex (dont do that!), breeding link if u squint, spencer being a cocky shit in bed (did i forget anything)

A/N: Mommy cooked! I spent two days writing this i hope you enjoy

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Finale / Masterlist / Bibliography

The sun was beating down onto you as you shut your car door with a slam. Peeking through your sunglasses, you looked around your parents property, trying to find some sort of sign of life from them. On days like this, your mother would usually be tending her garden, whilst your dad was fiddling with something in the garage. Yet, there was no sign of either of them. You had tried to call a week ago, your usual weekly check in, but had assumed you missed them, assuming they’d gone out. Paying it no mind though, as you had planned this surprise trip already, missing your own misfit parents.

Your mum was an avid gardener, she was enthralled by the beauty of the natural world. She would teach you to appreciate every plant, every bug, and appreciate the cycle of life that was so integral to her garden. She explained in great detail how to care for tomatoes, the importance of gentle touches and how delicate an ecosystem can be, how one small change can disrupt the cycle forever. She even taught you to appreciate the ugly sides of nature, the rot, the decay, she didn’t view this as any sort of sign of failure, only the signs that the cycle of life was turning. 

To no surprise, she was also a poet, your father joked about how she was born in the wrong century, and that she would be far more at home besides the naturalists of the 18th century, to which she’d tease her attraction towards Byron. Her words were always littered with floral inspirations, and her clear love for life.

Meanwhile, your father was far more on the mad scientist side of things, he would tinker away in his garage on cars, or be locked away in the storm cellar that he had converted into a woodwork shop. You couldn’t remember the last time you had bought a piece of furniture since he had done this, he had been carving and building things for as long as you could remember. It brought him joy to create things from nothing.

Deciding they were probably inside, you let yourself in, the door already unlocked. The house had an eerie stillness to it that you weren’t accustomed to. Making your way through room to room, you saw no evidence of your parents. The tv was off, so was the radio, there weren’t any signs of breakfast or lunch being made in the kitchen. A buzzing caught your attention as you looked around the kitchen, a few flies had seemingly made a home in the now putrid fruit bowl. A sickly sweet decay floated in the air, making you unintentionally gag. 

Your unease began to build at the sight, now following your legs as they frantically searched the house. 

“Mom? Dad?” You called, searching the dining room, futility making you believe they may be sitting there. Practically sprinting up the stairs, you threw open room by room. Each as empty as  the last. 

Trying not to panic, you make your way downstairs, heart still beating fast, you think about the possibility of their whereabouts.

Both of their cars were still parked outside, they had to be home. Hell, the front door wasn’t locked. There’s no neighbours for at least another mile or two, and they wouldn’t have walked it. They were fairly big loners after all, they wouldn’t go out of their way like that.

The storm cellar was the only place you hadn’t checked.

Making your way outside, you creeped to the shutters. There it was again, that sickly sweet smell that had lingered in the kitchen, only this time, it was almost too sweet to bare. Catching sight of your mothers garden, it was wilted and soulless, a far cry from the once vibrant display it once was. Petals and leaves drooped in melancholy at their abandonment, whilst her vegetables sat half devoured by the snails and slugs who had feasted on them. The nerves in your body felt stilted as you reached your hand to open the cellars latch, and you were met with a stench of decay the moment you swung the hatch open. Stepping away you gagged once more, bringing your hand to cover your nose and  mouth in disgust.

Turning to the cellar door, you gazed into the darkness,Uncertainty flooded you as you gingerly took the first step down the staircase, then the next, and the next. The stench grew as did your fear. Reaching blindly for the cord, finally illuminating the scene in front of you.

An inconsolable sob freed itself from your throat as your eyes scanned the scene before you. 

Your parents had been disembodied. Parts of them were strung around the room as if a rabid animal had been cornered by them and attacked. It was a gruesome scene, almost mimicking a butcher's shop in the display. Organs were hung from bannisters, body parts partially filled with chunks missing. 

An organised tableaux of sanguination.

Finally, you spotted their heads. Facing you, as if a greeting, placed with a gentle care that didn’t match the rest of the room. There, they laid on your fathers woodwork bench. Leaning one another, as they have done when alive.

Fear had rooted you in place as you took the scenes in around you. The stench burning your nose as flies buzzed and maggots squirmed in the remains of your family, the room a lot louder than you had expected. Finally, you found the strength to flee. There was no sign of another person on the property, you had no idea how long they had been left like that. Springing to call the police, the rest was a blur.

The cops came and questioned you, you were frantic at your discovery. The flashing lights, the ambulances, then the news crews. Police had managed to keep you hidden well enough from them, but you were inconsolable. Eventually, the medics had to sedate you.

The next day, when you woke to the bright lights of the hospital, a nurse was by your side in a moment. At first, you didn’t remember what you had seen, but when the nurse explained why you were there, the memories came stampeding back, crushing you under their weight.

During your stay at the hospital, the police had caught the man who had done this to your parents. He wasn’t some fantastic serial killer as you might expect, but just a drug addict, who had been living in a shack in the forest that joined your property. He had taken too much one night and had a break, finding your parents and believing them to be evil spirits or some kind of demonic threat, he pleaded guilty and was awarded the death penalty. 

There was solace in the knowledge he was caught and put away, but there would still be that inkling fear of the unknown to you. Why, out of everyone, were your parents his victims? Why did he choose them? Why did your life have to be turned off of the rails because of someone else's problems? There was still a lot that had been left a mystery to you.

By the end of your stay, you had to be sedated twice more, and was very nearly admitted to their psych ward for a short stay whilst you regain your composure. Diagnosed with PTSD and Anxiety during your stay, You agreed to therapy sessions with a therapist and taking medication on your return to college.

This is when your fascination with the Gothic genre accelerated, you had found interest in them before, but now it was sparked by another fascination. It was an almost macabre curiosity you had, as if you would find the answers for the brutality of your parents death were hidden in the words. As if Walpole or Stoker would be able to answer why this happened. Slowly, you began to focus more on them than any other genre, forgetting Bronte and Austen, and turning to more darker fiction. There was comfort in the fact that the villain was always defeated, the victim always having a happy ending after their hardship, but you couldn’t believe that that was the end. Where were the people like you? Those left in the wake of destruction, the victims who have to live in the trauma of what had taken place. It was an almost never ending search to find yourself in those pages.

A month had passed before you had to drop out. The mental strain of what you had seen, combined with academic stress was something you couldn’t handle. Your therapist had supported this decision, and encouraged you to take time for yourself, maybe go away for a while. After all, you were lacking the emotional solace you needed right now. Family was lacking, most of your parents family already dead, except an estranged uncle of your fathers who lived in Alaska. He wasn’t ever the most emotionally affirming man.

That was when you decided to move to Virginia. Knowing that wasn’t her meaning, you still rationalised it for yourself. There was no chance that you would ever step foot in that house again after what you had seen, their house was theirs and owned outright, you could move in tomorrow if you had wanted. But the knowledge of what had happened froze you in your tracks whenever you attempted to enter. College was also poisoned, you had become a lightning rod for shallow sympathy. Professors were marking your assignments less harshly, their feedback becoming vapid at best, strangers hugged you in pity, and the looks of despair that many gave you were far too much for you to handle. Now known as the girl whose parents had died horrifically, you decided on a fresh start.

Packing up a U-haul, you sold your car, locked up your parents house tight, and finally, drove away.  Never returning since, never looking back, simply forward into the unknown of your future.

Now, you sat in the briefing room of the BAU, a team gathered around you with almost unreadable expressions as they listened to your story. It was you who had decided to tell the team, after Tyler’s head… Maybe there were connections here that you missed. Maybe the man who had killed your family wasn’t who they had sentenced and now the original killer has returned to finish the family massacre he started. There were too many unknowns. 

JJ knew that your parents had died, but hadn’t been privy to how, she made her way over to where you sat, now with tears falling, and handed you a box of tissues before placing a kind arm around your shoulders.  No one knew what to say, they were used to being able to separate themselves from crimes such as this, but they never guessed they would have been working with a victim of one so closely without even an inkling. Hotch was stoic, arms crossed with a hand resting on his chin, deep in thoughts that gave no allusions to his face. Derek was silently seething that this had been happening to you and they had no idea, whilst Emily was simply speechless, blinking whilst trying to find her words. 

Spencer, of course, was less surprised, but you could see his anguish written all over him. Of course, you had told him they were murdered before, but you had avoided the details. He was shocked at how well you had managed to hide this from the team, and how they had missed this. 

Eventually, Hotch was the one who spoke first.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I had known, I wouldn’t have pressured you to help us before-”

“Why did you never tell us, Sweetheart?” Derek interrupted Hotch, his voice stern but soft. He wasn’t angry at you, just the situation. The rest of the team seemed relieved that he voiced this, thinking the same themselves. “We would have supported you, you know?”

All you could do was shake your head, JJ softly dropped her hold on you as you wiped your eyes once more.

“I-I didn’t want to be that person… I’ve been the person before, the person who is pitied… I just wanted to move on, I wanted to escape that… My parents, I love them, I miss them more than I can explain. It’s just that every time I tried to… It’s like this stabbing pain, here, right in the middle of my chest. It aches and aches until it webs out and I can feel every ounce of pain, just, burning through my muscles.” A deep breath “I wasn’t there. The man who did that to them… I just…” And then you were crying again. Spencer quickly made his way over to you before you tried to speak more, shaking his head at the rest of the team before helping you up

“I think the team has everything they need from you right now, let's go grab some air.” He nodded to Hotch before leading you away. Leaving the team in the wake of their revelation.

The team had a mixed bag of emotions, sadness and sympathy, of course, but also anger. Anger that they had been co existing with you for nearly a year whilst you had been silently suffering with this weight on your shoulders, and that they had neglected their own. They’re profilers, why hadn’t they noticed your withdrawal? Things began slowly clicking into place on why you had been so distant until now. You were afraid of living through that again.

“I consulted on that case…” Hotch spoke quietly. “It wasn’t serial, but with nature the locals had asked our guidance. It was random, no premeditation…” Sighing, he stood, turning to the board. Derek and Emily shared a knowing look before joining him. The team now had renewed vigour to solve this case.

Things slowly began to fall into place from there. The unsub had ties in Texas, obvious from the Harley Walls case. Turning their attention to connections between Tyler and her, They also began to dig into your parents' original case. Digging deeper to find if anything had been missed beforehand. They delve into your background more, trying to find anyone who may be connected enough to accomplish this terrible mission.

It was later in the evening now, The team had exhausted you with questions about your past, trying to follow any lead they could, But it was for the better. By the end of the day, the team had built a profile.

“White male, aged 35-50, average height, possibly above average build due to the nature of the crimes. He has an intricate knowledge of both the gothic and Y/N’s life. This may be due to his own research into you. He is a stalker, an intimacy seeker. We believe that he has seen something in Y/N that he wants, he has deluded himself that Y/N fits the trope of a damsel in distress from a gothic novel. He is replicating novels to gain her attention, using her interest as a mode and manipulating the BAU to investigate. He knew where she worked and that we would be called in, that we would ask her for help. We know that he had a partner in Texas, so he is organised enough to plan ahead, and we know he is able to manipulate people. His behaviour is devolving, now directly addressing Y/N with what he sees as gifts. He thinks of himself as a hero, trying to save Y/N. Something has triggered his devolution, and we have been unable to predict his next moves thus far.”

With this profile, you gave the team the three people who may be involved. Your therapist, Dr. Bell, your professor, Dr. Purcell, and your uncle, Kirk Quarles. The team were then off to investigate them further, sending you and Spencer back to his apartment for the night.

You sluggishly made your way to Spencer’s couch, you hadn’t spoken much after you told the team about your parents. He was concerned, he hadn’t seen you eat today yet, he could see your gradual withdrawal through the day, the beginning of a spiral. He was familiar with how they looked, he had been through enough of them himself, his kidnapping and addiction to dilaudid gave him enough to know the signs, even before you might notice them. Spencer sat beside you, you were staring off into the black screen of the tv, not noticing the dip in the sofa beside you. Seeing your dissociation, He grasped your hand in his, bringing your attention to him.

“Where did you go?” He asked, tracing his fingers along the creases of your palm. You kept your eyes focused on the movements of his fingers with a shrug, your only response. 

“Just thinking…”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shake your head. 

“Just… I had to talk about a lot of things today that I never wanted to touch again… Why me? Why now? What did I do to deserve this?” Your voice cracked lightly, Spencer pulled you into him, enveloping you in warmth. He grasps the back of your head, lightly stroking it, silently comforting you. 

No words were needed for you to know you were safe here with him, that there wouldn’t be a head waiting on the step for you, or that whoever this crazy man was, he wouldn’t be able to touch you whilst you were with Spencer.

“Why don’t you take a bath? And I’ll order us some food, okay? Then we can do whatever you want, we can ignore everything for tonight.” His voice was nearly muffled in your hair, but you nodded into his chest, lifting away from him and wiping your eyes. Making quick work, Spencer goes to start the bath whilst you gather your things, joining him in the bathroom. He was facing the tub, checking the temperature. You could smell lavender and chamomile, and saw bubbles in the tub, you watched as he grabbed a towel from a small cabinet in the corner. Finally, he turned and noticed you, leaning against the door frame watching him. A small smile found his features, as he approached you

“I’ll go order some food” He moved to walk past you but you held an arm out to stop him, pausing for a moment before speaking, nerves beginning to pull at your throat.

“Can you stay?” His eyes widened slightly “I just… I don’t want to be on my own…” 

Spencer blinked at you for a minute, mouth opening and closing, trying to find his words. 

“Is that… I mean… I-”

“You don’t have to get in with me!” You quickly added “Just, sit with me?” 

His mouth shut when you finished. Looking into your eyes he saw that remnant of fear from earlier still hiding, and he couldn’t say no. After a moment, he placed his hands softly on your hips, dipping to press a small kiss to your temple.

“Do you want me to read to you?” He spoke softly, nodding in reply he gave your hips a small squeeze before he let go  “Why don’t you get in whilst I grab a book? What do you want to read?” 

“Whatever you want to, I don’t care.” You hum, he simply nods in acknowledgement leaving whilst you undressed and stepped into the warm water. It felt soothing on your muscles, you hadn’t realised how much tension you were holding until you sank deeper into the bubbles. The smell of lavender and chamomile doing their jobs of relaxing you. A few moments later, Spencer knocked on the door, entering when you answered, his eyes glued to the ground. Though you’re covered with bubbles, he still avoided looking at you until he was sitting, back to the side of the tub on the floor. You moved your arms over the side, resting your head there whilst Spencer looked at you finally.

“I thought that maybe you’d enjoy a romance rather than… you know” He sheepishly held up a worn copy of pride and prejudice. Smiling, you hum a contented sigh. He opens the book, reading from the pages softly as you sit and listen to his voice, being soothed by his soft baritone.

After half an hour, you felt like you were shrivelling up like a prune. Spencer excused himself whilst you towelled off and dressed. As you did, you thought back on your… relationship? With Spencer. He had been kind and attentive from the very moment you first spoke. Never pushing, always gentle. No one had taken care of you like this before, you had never allowed them to. You had wondered why you had allowed yourself to be so vulnerable around him so quickly, but you couldn’t find a clear answer. There was simply just a feeling of safety between you two. 

Finally, you make your way back to his living room, where he is now sitting in his pyjamas. He is scrolling his phone, no doubt for the food he had promised before your bath. You sank down next to him, and leaned into his side, he absent mindedly pulled you closer, arm snaking around your shoulders as you snuggled closer, as if second nature. He was on a food delivery app like you thought, trying to compare the prices between two restaurants. This made you smile and let out an amused sigh. 

Once the pair of you had eaten, a silence settled over the apartment. It was comfortable, as you laid on top of Spencer’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as his arms were lazily wrapped around you, both of your attentions on a documentary that Spencer had chosen. This routine that you had both settled into was easy, no communication needed. It was as if this was your normal, and as you laid there, the more you realised how much you wanted this to be permanent. Spencer wanted to take things slow, and do things traditionally, but it was past that point now. There wasn’t a reset button that would allow him to wine and dine you properly, this wasn’t a normal way to date, but you didn’t care about that.

Born out of something horrific, your connection with Spencer was clear. You wanted to stay like this forever. As usual, it was like Spencer had a radar for when you got lost in your thoughts, as he lightly tapped your back to get your attention.

“What are you thinking about now?” He hummed, brow furrowed with small concern. Blinking softly up at him, you looked at him between your lashes. 

“You…” Was your soft reply, his brow relaxed along with his eyes, his arms pulling tighter around you as he smiled

“Yeah, what about me?” 

“Just about how… safe you make me feel. How much i enjoy this, and how i don't want it to stop...” 

He took a deep breath, smiling as he rubbed your back soothingly “I don’t either…”

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to take me out properly, you know” You let a small laugh out, propping yourself up slightly on your elbows to get a better look at his face. Moving your hand to softly move a stray hair from his forehead “But I’m not upset about it… I’ve liked this…”

“I have too…” He leaned in, his forehead now resting against yours. Both of your breaths were shallow as you stared into each other's eyes “Can I tell you something?” A soft nod from you before he continued “I wanted to ask you out for so long, I had a crush on you from the first time I saw you.”

His confession elicited a giggle from you, quirking a brow 

“You did?”

“Mhmm… I did, that’s why I offered to share a room, I thought It’d be an opportunity to get to know you better. I guess I was right, though I didn’t expect it to happen quite like this.” Both of you broke out into a small laugh, he moved his hands to your hips, whilst you unintentionally moved to straddle him. 

“Can I tell you something?” You smiled to him, pressing your foreheads together once more

“Go on”

“I liked you too…” You felt like a teenager again, giddy over a love confession from someone who clearly already liked you. Still, you revelled in the warm feeling that took over the feeling of impending doom that had been haunting you the last few days. 

“Oh really?” He quirked a teasing brow, you nodded shyly, which only brought a bright smile to his face. “I guess that the room mishap was a good thing in the end then?” 

Huffing a small laugh out in response, you placed a small kiss on his forehead. Resting yours against where your lips had just been. There was a moment of stillness between you, something left unspoken. 

“Why Are we waiting then?” You asked, voice barely a whisper. Spencer closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing his hands up your waist.

“I don’t know…” Was all he could say, his voice meagre as he met your eyes once more. There was longing between you both, palpable in the thick air surrounding you. It was then you realised your compromising position, and you swallowed thickly. 

You were sitting on top of him, legs either side, as he held your hips. You were leaning forward enough for him to peek at your cleavage, when he realised you saw his Adam's apple bob as he tried to look elsewhere. You took the initiative, and kissed him softly.

He was styled at first, unsure of what to do. Finally, his desire won as he began to kiss you back. What started as a slow, tender kiss, quickly turned feverish. Things left unfinished, things that were unsaid, rising to the surface as your tongues began to fight for dominance. Absentmindedly, you ground your hips down onto Spencer, electing a load groan from him. His fingers gripped your waist tighter as he bucked up, hitting between your legs. Now, it was your turn to moan, Spencer swallowed the sound as he pulled your hips down, seeking more friction. 

He bucked against your clothed folds lightly, teasing you, and quickly turning you into a moaning mess. You could feel the wetness between your thighs growing with each buck of his growing member against you, His groans becoming louder each time.

His lips moved to your neck, nibbling at your tender spots. Rolling your hips against his, you began to chase the high that was quickly approaching. Your hand found his hair, your fingers pulling at the strands between your fingers softly. 

“Spencer…” You mewled, causing him to grind against you harder, a loud moan escaping your mouth as his lips clamped onto a sensitive spot on your collar bone. “Im- Im so close-” You were cut off abruptly when Spencer stopped. Eliciting a strangled cry of anger from you in the absence of him. He sat up quickly, and moved you to your back, now straddling you. Your legs are wrapped around him still, but looking between the two of you, you saw his large member through his pants, It caused you whine lightly with want, hips moving to find the friction that they had just a moment ago

“Not yet… I’ve waited too long for this” His tone had changed, voice darker and filled with lust. He ducked his head to kiss you again, he was fighting to control himself, it was clear in his restrained kiss. His hands began to wander all over your body, squeezing your breasts as his hand ran over them. Arching your back, you moaned into the kiss. You felt him smirk against your mouth before pulling away. He looked down at you, a panting mess beneath him, hair messy, eyes blown out with lust. A new side of Spencer was slowly revealing itself to you, and it excited you to no end.

“You're Sure you want to do this?” His eyes wandered as he spoke, taking in your curves, taking in the sight of your skin that was peeking out from your messed up shirt. Nodding feverishly, he picked you up from the couch with a squeal from you before he took you to his bedroom. He softly placed you onto the bed, kissing you as he stood, Unbuttoning his shirt before once again positioning himself on top of you.

His hands began to explore your body once more, now braving under the thing layer of your vest. A gasp escaped you as you felt the cold of his fingers against your skin, but were quickly soothed by the trail of fire left in their wake. You felt electricity with each one of his touches. His hand slowly made its way to the waistband of your pants, tugging lightly to ask permission.

“Yes, please.” You moaned, eager to be touched by him. A small groan escaped him as he kissed you again, his hand sinking beneath the fabric.

He slowly moved his hand to your pussy, moving slowly through your folds as he gathered your slick on his fingers, A cocky small now on his features as he pulled away from your kiss, watching your reactions to his touch eagerly. 

“I’ve barely touched you and your this wet?” His voice was husky in your ear, as he spoke he teased your now sensitive bud, causing you to jerk your hips slightly, chasing the sensation. Unable to speak, he simply huffed out another small laugh “So needy for me baby…” 

He continued to tease your clit, the slow pace was killing you, you needed more.

“Spencer, please…” You gasped, arm moving to grasp his hair once more, lightly tugging at the brown strands. He moaned at the sensation, which made you clench around nothing. His pace sped up for a moment, a loud whine breaking the near silence of the apartment. Smirking once more, Spencer removed his fingers from your clit. Another whine, this time one of dissatisfaction. 

“Why do you keep stopping-” Your complaint was interrupted by the feeling of Spencer's finger penetrating you. His face was filled with pride as he watched you writhe under him in pleasure, he hadn’t even undressed you yet. He started slowly, once more enjoying the view of your face as it twisted in pleasure. You were unravelling before him, and he loved it. Your hands moved to pull off your pants, to allow him more access to you. He removed his hand, pulling your pants the rest of the way off for you. Then, he moved between your thighs, standing with them either side of him. He observed you once more, staring down at you almost intimidatingly, admiring his work. You were breathless, half dressed, in a mess of sheets and hair splayed. He had never seen anyone look so beautiful. His gaze began to make you self conscious, you began to move to close your legs, embarrassed by his stare, but he roughly gripped your thighs to pry them open once more.

“I thought you wanted me to touch you?” He asked, teasing as he sank slowly to his knees. Your breathing quickened with excitement as you realised his intention, legs opening wide for him once more. “Good girl” was all he spoke before attacking your clit with his tongue.

A loud moan escaped you as he sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue against your sensitive bud. It was ecstasy, he looked up to you between his eyelashes, looking almost innocent as he ate you out like a mad man. He added back his finger, pumping in and out of you at the same pace of his tongue. You were so close to the edge, and then he added another finger. Grabbing his hair you pulled him closer, riding his face as you began to reach your climax

“Fuck, Spencer… I'm so close…” He continued his pace, you could feel his smile against your pussy. “I'm gonna… Im gonna” 

His groan vibrated against you, and it sent you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, your legs involuntarily squeezing his head between your thighs as you rode out your high. His fingers slowed their pumping as he helped you work through it.

For a moment, all you could see was stars. You barely noticed Spencer stripping off his shirt, or him unbuckling his pants. He brought your attention back to him when he lightly pulled you higher on the bed, softly cradling you in his arm “You still with me?” 

You nodded, eyes meeting him. His eyes were already on you, they were still blown out with lust, but there was something else. The way he looked at you it was like you were the only person in the world, focus on you completely 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked softly, bringing his hand up to softly caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch before shaking your head now. He let out a small laugh before he moved to sit between your legs. Leaning down to kiss you, the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight reached between your legs once more. Still slightly sensitive, you gasp into his mouth as his fingers begin to play with your pussy once more. After a moment, when he was satisfied you were ready for him, he sat up right. He pulled his boxers down to reveal his member, the size caught you by surprise. You watched as his hand pumped along the length a few times, you swallowed thickly as you watched him line himself up with your entrance, you waited with bated breath before he slowly slid into you.

“Fuck…” Spencer hissed out as he watched himself enter you, eyes glued on the sight of you swallowing his length. It was almost overwhelming for you, you couldn’t control the sounds escaping your mouth as he slowly sunk himself into you, completely filling you up. 

“Spencer…” You whined when he stopped moving, his eyes snapped up from his view to meet your eyes, staring at him with needy desire. 

“Use your words.” He ordered, biting back a smile. He was enjoying making you a mess way too much. You began to move your hips, squirming for some sort of release, but his hands held your hips in place. “I said, " Use your words.” He smirked

“Spencer please…” 

“Please, what?” 

“Please fuck me…” You hid behind your hand, embarrassed slightly, but Spencer knew you enjoyed it by the way your pussy clenched around him. With one last smile he slowly pulled out, only to slam himself back in. You moaned loudly, and he did it again. 

“Fuck!” You moaned loudly, feeling him inside you was amazing. He filled your hole up so perfectly, as if that was where he belonged. As his pace began to speed up, you lack of control over the sound syou made increased. Spencer fucked into you slowly at first, but as he grew needier, he sped up. 

Panting, he leaned back into you, catching your lips in his in a messy kiss, fucking into you like a mad man. 

“Feel so good… You’re so perfect, such a good girl… Just want to make you feel good.” He moaned to you, each word made your pussy clamp tighter around him. 

“I'm so close, spencer” You puffed out between strokes, Spencer didn’t reply, only moving his free hand to play with your clit. 

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my cock?” His voice was dark with desire, you nodded feverishly as you began to peak once more, a loud moan escaping as you finally came.

Spencer continued to fuck into you, that smirk of pleasure on his face once more. He watched you writhe under him as you came, helping your ride out your high as he chased his own.

“Fuck… Where do you want me to cum?” His voice cracked, and you could barely hear him in the haze of your orgasm. 

“Inside…” You muttered, becoming overstimulated from his continuous fucking. A loud groan escaped Spencer's lips as he buried his head into your shoulder, after a few big strokes, you felt him release himself inside of you, cum slowly seeping out of you when he pulled out. 

He collapsed beside you on the bed, and there was quiet for a minute before he pulled you close to him, tangled in sheets and limbs, he placed a small kiss onto your forehead as you wrapped your arms tightly against his torso. 

“We should get cleaned up…” You muttered, not wanting to move from this position. Spencer hummed in agreement, neither of you moving though, there was another ebay of silence.

“So… does this make us… you know…” Spencer’s voice was small, a far cry from the man who had just fucked you silly for the last hour. He was a tender spencer once more. You nodded against his chest

“I think we were a far cry from traditional dating in the first place…” You laugh before he pulls you into a deep kiss, not one like before that was filled with lust, but one filled with longing and love, saying everything you both couldn’t. Afterwards, you both showered together, washing each other gently,, before finally settling in for the night. Successfully being distracted from today, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

Part 6 soon...

Tags: @pleasantwitchgarden @xamapolax @kchv @nymph0puppp

[matan4il]

Did u see the article the daily mail about the girls still hostage in gaza?

Hi Nonnie!

I did, and it is heartbreaking. The Daily Mail showed the pics of 4 Israeli girls, kidnapped by Hamas on Oct 7, before they were abducted and on the day itself, just a few hours after being taken forcibly to Gaza. If this is what they look like after just a few hours at the mercy of Hamas terrorists, I can't imagine what they've been through in the over 3 months since...

Here is the article itself:

IDK, I think people have to be a special type of evil to justify this, or to heartlessly lie and claim that there are no Israeli hostages. In order for that lie to work, it would have to mean that countless people and communities, primarily Jewish ones, but not just, would have to be all tied together in a huge conspiracy. Which is the same thing required in order to deny the Holocaust. I can't wrap my head around the ease with which people who claim to be anti-Nazi re-create Nazi and neo-Nazi tropes and practices.

I hope you're okay, Nonnie? Sending lots of love! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[kangtaehyunzzz]

u want me dead, misses.

YOU'RE SUCH A DORK

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. taeyong x fem!reader. wc. 814. request. no. a/n. just a lil smth i wrote for @blue-jisungs but yeah this does mean that im writing for nct now !!!! im excited to write for them 🥹

“I can’t focus when you’re doing that.” You stated. It took absolutely every ounce of your willpower to not look at your boyfriend who was trying so hard to steal your attention away whether he realized it or not. His head rested on your desk, and you could just see in your peripheral vision his big boba eyes that watched you as you worked, as well as a small pout on his cherry red lips.

“I’m not doing anything.” He mumbled, and his voice came out so small and soft that you could feel your heart melting in your chest.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, Yongie.” You insisted, dropping your pencil down on your notebook. You glanced at him just in time to see his lips lift slightly into a smile and you shook your head. No matter how much your boyfriend denied it, you knew he had perfected the art of how to distract you. It wasn’t even hard— all he really had to do was look at you with those big shiny eyes and you’d be folding.

“Do you have to do these stupid exercises?” He asked, lifting his head up from the desk and stretching. You didn’t blame him for getting a little bored; watching someone work was never the most entertaining thing to do. Even if you had only been studying for 20 minutes, you were also already tired of it.

“Unfortunately.” You nodded your head with a sigh.

“You’ve been staring at the same one for 5 minutes.”

“Yeah, I know.” You frowned, “I’m just not motivated, I guess.” Your boyfriend perked up at your comment.

“I can motivate you.” He offered, shuffling his chair a little closer to yours. 

You raised an eyebrow, “How so?” Whenever Taeyong had that ghost of a mischievous smile on his face, you knew you were in trouble.

“For every exercise you complete, I’ll give you a kiss.” He layed out the rules, and you immediately had to fight back a smile. Your boyfriend was such a dork. 

You pretended to think about it for a minute before agreeing. Even though you knew that the reason he was staring at you so hard earlier was probably because he wanted kisses, his plan did sound motivating enough to work on you. With your newfound focus from the thought of a promised kiss, you looked back at the problem and easily completed it within the next few minutes.

“Done.” You turned back to your boyfriend and used your pencil to point at the neat sentences you had written out. He nodded as his eyes scanned over it and his left hand pulled your chair closer to him at the same time. 

Within seconds his lips collided with yours and you closed your eyes, savouring the feeling and taste of his minty lip balm. You pouted as soon as the kiss was over. It didn’t feel long enough, but you were sure that even if you kissed Taeyong for a whole day, you would still feel like it wasn’t enough. You went back to work on the next problem without any protest.

The pattern went on for about an hour, and each time you completed an exercise, you got another kiss. As it went on, the kisses started to last a little longer. You could only assume that your boyfriend was trying to balance out how long it took you to complete a problem with how long the kiss was. 

It was in the middle of your 7th or 8th problem when you finally gave up, dropping your pencil down and slouching back in your chair. Taeyong’s kisses had definitely helped you, but your brain was exhausted and it felt like repeatedly smashing your head against a brick wall everytime you looked at another exercise.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You mumbled in defeat making your boyfriend look up from his phone.

“Do you need more kisses?” He offered. Your frown deepened at his offer, silently wondering how you got so lucky having someone as sweet as him as your boyfriend. You nodded in response to his suggestion and he let out a laugh.

“You’re cute.” Was all he whispered before he leaned over and reconnected his lips to yours. You could feel all the stress and exhaustion dissipate from your mind as Taeyong’s lips became the only thing your brain could focus on. He was balancing his hands on the armrests of your desk chair, holding himself up as he leaned over you; and it was perfect.

Perfect until he lost his balance and fell on you.

You burst into giggles when Taeyong’s lips detached from yours and his head hit your shoulder. You could hear him laughing too after he got over the shock of the kiss being unwelcomingly interrupted by his lack of focus on keeping himself up.

“You’re such a dork.”

↳ nct 127 taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,,

[deadbaguette]

Crack AU treated seriously: Diomdes goes to Ithaca with a twist

So this would generally be your typical Diomedes going to Ithaca AU. Presumably after getting exiled (? Is there a better word for it?), instead of going to modern day Italy he goes to Ithaca under the impression that he’ll see Odysseus there. But, of course he doesn’t because The Odyssey is happening. The twist that makes NO SENSE and is just purely my want to see my platonic rarepair happen (Telemachus and Neoptolemus/Pyrrhus), and the twist is: for whatever reason, Neo is there with Diomedes. Don’t ask why because I could not explain to you a good reason to make this happen lmfao

Story elaborated below but it’s a little long be warned

I like the dynamic of Neoptolemus and Diomedes, mostly because in so many ways as soldiers Diomedes foils/contrasts Achilles but in so many ways parallels his son. Diomedes gets on begrudgingly with Neo, and I could go on a whole other rant on a different post about some fake dynamics/scenarios for just them, but the main point in this post is that Neo somehow SOMEHOW tags along with Diomedes. They reach Ithaca together and meet Penelope and Telemachus.

They greet Diomedes and Pyrrhus with good courtesy, but the elephant in the room of “hold on where tf is your husband??? he was so eager to go back to you guys???” is very present. One way or another Penelope explains the situation, that being Odysseus is absent/mia (much to his own dismay) and the suitors all trying to wed Penelope. Diomedes is sad obv (I’m not gonna go super big into the angst right now) but he tries to brainstorm with Penelope on solutions for her predicament. Since Odysseus was his closest friend (more than friend for me personally but u can interpret it as platonic if u want) and he knows that Odysseus would want what’s best for his wife and son, they think of a solution that can the guarantee of their safety as of now until they hear news of Odysseus. That solution is fake marriage bcs I am a bit of a sucker for that troupe.

But back to Neoptolemus because he’s here too, I want him to bond with Telemachus what with their dads not being here (one’s dead one’s absent). Neo is like way stronger than Telemachus so at first he thinks he’s a bit of a wimp (keep in mind they’re like both teenagers, Neo’s life was just kinda fucked up), but over time they get along better. Pyrrhus’ relationship with Odysseus is a little complicated, so while Penelope and Diomedes might share all the good stories/parts of Odysseus with, Pyrrhus got off to a slightly rocky start with him lol. What with Odysseus taking him away from his mom and basically all the war shenanigans (war crimes), Telemachus for the first time has a whole and humanized version of his dad. It’s more than what the suitors have said out of malice and jealousy, the things Neo has told him have opened up the trickery/cunning side of Odysseus more than he’d known before. He’s jealous that it seems like everyone knows more about his dad than him, but he’s grateful to have someone his age who would view Odysseus more like he would: an annoying dad/uncle??? (Neo vehemently objects to this, and Odysseus would too. “You’re not my fucking dad!!!” “Holy shit thank the GODS for that!!!”)

All in all, happy family. Odysseus returns home to Penelope and Telemachus, and now two surprise guests too. Telemachus has like 3 kinda parents now (Diomedes might be more like an uncle) and a kinda brother/friend/??? I love my little delusional found family. Odysseus is more than a little surprised, considering this IS Neoptolemus. Kid did a 180° in terms of personality in Troy and then ANOTHER 180° somewhere on Ithaca at some point. Or maybe more like a 90° turn in terms of personality, I imagine Telemachus is the most sane of the family and it is much to his dismay.

And when they all eventually die (Diomedes won’t ascend to godhood here I want him to be in the underworld with the rest of the fam) they’ll live happily in the underworld and Pyrrhus can catch up with his dad and mom.

[wulfhalls]

girlfriend the energy in this old church hung with white supremacy paraphernalia is INSANE. u have timtom olyphant swaging in there like I KNOW U. I know YOU. we haven't seen each other in decades but i know u ill always know u we dug coal together. TOGETHER. ur not a deranged racist u just like cash and when things go boom. he said my man did all that but NOT because he's a neo nazi he's an entrepreneur actually <3 and with his whole chest while in his I love racism ideologically shrine at that. and walton goggins firing back with I've seen into the very depths of ur heart even over the miles and years separating us i know ur motives i know u just as much as u know me. because we were nineteen and we dug coal together. also we look at each other like we need to devour the other whole lol

[hugs2doie]

hi babessss how are you doing? i love ur recent works about a neo being ur brother and another neo being your boyfriendd i think its so creative could you please do one with chenle as ur bf and mark and jisung as ur brothers 😋❤️‍🩹plss tysmm ilyy<3

chenle bf texts but mark + jisung are your brothers

OKFMG HIIIEIEIEIEIEIF I LOCE UUUU

im foinf great i hope u are too omg?? AND THANK UUUU I APPRECIATE IR A LOTTT

I LOVE U MORWW AND I HIPE U LIKE THESE!!

ir was suxh a fun post to do omg

[dackychansworldofhoshino]

Hello!!

hi welcome to my blog, I draw and make art and post random stuff on here,

My name is allan and I use he/him pronouns. (Hope u can read it)

my ocs Viktor and neos ask blog (they are milkshake mansion ocs and mm belongs to @boiling-potato check em out)

@neosaskblog

my socials:

about me:

I am autistic

I love Ducks

I am a MINOR!! I am pan and trans :)

trabble in nonbinary lol

been drawing since 2020

hugeeeee nerd

fav color purple

my fandoms:

Pokemon!!!!

sk8

project sekai

stranger things

vocaloid

TMNT

umibe ni etranger

just anime in general

ranma 1/2

Zelda

marvel

transformers

And more

my Dni

Proshippers!

pedos!!!!

racist!!!!

homo/transphobes!!!

zoophiles!!!

Israel supporters and trump supporters etc...

and anyone who hates people for who they are!!

Blog rules/ whats ok

Don't use she/her for me

you can call me stuff like girlie and dude idc

no inappropriate comments

u can drop some compliments tho :)

no nsfw stuff, and don't say stuff or draw my ocs as such

shipping my ocs is ok, as long as they aren't like in a incest ship or a minor/ adult ship

you can draw fanart :3

you can make head canons

you can give me ideas

you can give nice feedback

no hate pls my second blog for rebloging or joining chains or sm

MY SONAAAAA

this is yuriko or yuri, they are my sona and use he/they pronouns. This is only my sona and not me tho.

SOME OF MY ART!!!

My sk8 ocs!

And the fanfic:

MY WORLD AND OCS: Hoshi

tw:old art :(

In the world of Hoshi, there exists a power called Hoshi, very few have that power and they can use it by accessing they're amulet and using this power, a long time ago the goddess of light passed away and got reincarnated as ponia, ponia who lived in a lab until she was five is the main character and together with yumeno and her best friend haruno, they attend a school wich is made to teach them about they're power. Idk gonna post the Hoshi legend and story someday.

ponia tochi/16 /she,her/ aroace (main charakter)

Haruno Maddaka/16/she,her/leabian (ponias best friend, main trio)

Yumeno/15/he,they/aroace(best friend with ponia, main trio)

Kirishi nakama/22/he,him/gay (has a subplot of his own and is ponias mentor)ignore his age on the pic its old

Yona/28/she,her/straight(ponias adoptive mom)

Nagisa and harumi/both she,her/both aroace/16 and 31(the one with glasses is ponias bio mim harumi and the other two is child and teen nagisa, ponias twin)

Iraka Tochi/he,him/10 and later 15/gay(ponias brother and this is him older)

Satou kimi/15 (irakas age)/he,him/gay (irakas bf)

Kohei Takahashi/he,him/22/gay(Kirishis bf)

Side Charakters and Charakters I don't really draw lol

Idk If u wanna know more ask me, this is my new intro and I maybe forgot sm, thats gonna be added later.

bye

[pinkwright]

if u rlly wanna kiss me | shuri udaku.

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pairing — bestfriend!shuri x bar singer!y/n

trope — best friends 2 lovers

inspo — ride the dragon by fka twigs

warnings — shuri’s touchy, dom!shuri, fingering (r!receiving), light choking but also not rlly choking, reader is easily embarrassed (a lil projecting yk), they’re best friends, shuri is a lil mean n condescending, verbal kink (?), humiliation kink (again projection my apologies), slight love kink lol, dirty talk but its sweet imo, n i think that’s it.

a/n — completely forgot about taglists but u can send me an ask to be on it ! for now i'm just tagging the inspos n some of my fav accs <3

⟢˚ @rxcently @saintwrld @shurismainbxtch @playgurlxoxo @verachii @dejaonline @mbakuetshurisprincess @ppawmpkin

ஜ

if you really wanna kiss me, kiss me quickly (do it quickly, do it, do it, do it quickly, do it, do it)

“thank you everyone”, you laugh. your voice rings through the area as the claps ring out, cheers echoing through your favourite bar to perform at. a cheeky smile is spreading across your cheeks and your heart is pumping with adrenaline.

your heart races as you make your way down the stairs, looking into the dark eyes of your best friend as she holds her hand out for you to grasp. “brilliant,” she firmly pulls you close. “as always, s’thandwa.” murmuring the words against the shell of your ear.

the blood rushes to your face, shielded by the depths of the tones of your skin as you flash her a quick shy smile and clear your throat, muttering her thanks under your breath. you let her walk you to your dressing room, exchanging greetings with both familiar and unfamiliar faces, as you take to trying to ignore shuri’s warm firm press on the skin of your lower back.

the soft neo-soul track dampens with the soft click of your dressing room door, and you go to gather your belongings, you stop to reapply your lip gloss and lock eyes with shuri in the mirror. she’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed across her torso, and you find she’s watching you like a cat does her prey.

“you’re so devastatingly gifted, you know that?” she sings in that low alluring voice of hers. the beating of your heart rings in your ears as her words settle into a tight ball in the depths of your stomach. you can hear yourself giggle nervously as you avert your eyes, muttering out a weak, “stop”, as you put your lip gloss and the last of your stuff in your bag.

shuri laughs softly with a smirk on her pretty lips, pushing off the door as you approach her, “you never could take a compliment.” the roll of your eyes prompts her to laugh louder as she opens the door for you to make your way to her car. the ignition rumbles into a start then she's reversing into the route to your apartment.

she hums softly, embarrassingly, to your own track and you take the opportunity to admire her. shuri’s and your relationship was hard to describe; while traditionally you were best friends – the pet names, the touches, and the way she spoke to you, not to mention the constant tension, all said something completely different. the logical part of you defined it as shuri’s interest in you but the sensing side of yourself denied that idea vehemently – there was just no way the queen of wakanda, the black panther, and quite frankly, the light of your life was in love with you.

“y/n, baby, you good?”

you snap out of your thoughts and find that you’re parked outside of your building. shuri’s dark eyes are intense as they roam over your seated figure and you smile softly, definitely not into you, “yeah, are you coming up tonight?” you blink at the insinuation in your words. opening the door to jump out and keeping it slightly ajar to hear her hum of agreement.

before you can get pulled into your thoughts, your loft apartment door is closing and you're throwing yourself on your couch with a deep sigh. shuri places herself right next to you, her hand sliding over your thigh as she guides your leg over hers. your foot falls between her man-spread legs and she essentially draws you right against her, inadvertently spreading your legs as your head lulls to rest in the dip of her neck. she sighs as she mindlessly traces patterns on your heated skin, and you try, desperately, to tame the fire growing under your skin.

the silence is filled with a tension you can feel with every expanse of your lungs, every beat of your heart, and every pump of blood through your veins but also carries that familiar comfort and calm that comes with being around shuri. her hand switches from brushing along your inner calf to the muscles of your inner thigh, and your breath hitches as you subconsciously drop your legs open that much more – just enough for her to notice, surely. her hand pauses and you freeze at the chuckle that leaves her lips, moving into her form, as if you could disappear into her if you pressed close enough.

“something you want to say to me, y/n?”

your head draws further into her neck as you stammer out her name, your ribs feeling like cages to the heat overflowing within you, “i think you know.” your voice shakes as you hear her let out a click of disapproval.

“i can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what i want to hear.” her voice has the condescending lure of a siren disparaging her victim. you whimper, she's being so mean. slowly, you bring yourself to straddle her and drop your gaze to her lips to avoid that look in her eyes, “you’re acting dumb on purpose.” you whine out in utter humiliation.

her hands grip your waist to still your gyrating hips, pressing you into her lap, “i need to hear you say it, angel. can you do that for me?” her lips are brushing your cheekbone, and she's squeezing your skin.

your lips part, wanting to hear more, and feel more, “shuri, please… please i need you.” you're breathless. the words spill out as desperate gasps of air and you're embarassed by how wet that makes you. you felt like you couldn't breathe, the heated atmosphere deliciously suffocating.

you feel her smirk spread as her hands slip down your thighs and play with the hem of your skirt, she hums as one hand makes its way to exactly where you need her. the other wrapping around your neck to bring your gaze to hers, she hates when your eyes aren’t on hers. you exhale a stuttered breath as you look into the intensity of them, she looks like she wants to ruin you. your pussy clenches as your hips buck, every breath shared between the both of you fuelling the pool between your legs.

those slender fingers slip into your panties and immediately slide over your clit, and you're moaning out. shuri's bringing your lips right against her own, not kissing you, just holding you there — breathing air into and stealing the air from your lungs, simultaneously giving you life, and taking it away from you.

“that’s it, my pretty fucking baby, let me feel you.”

her voice is coaxing you towards the ocean of your release and guiding you to rock your hips in time with her fingers. you’re whimpering, pleading with her to give you more, and more – you want everything she has to give. she chuckles, that condescending lilt humiliating you but simultaneously adding to the tightening in your core, she slips a finger into your entrance and you’re crying out into the swell of her lips, “please, please, please… shuri”.

“tell me you love me, s'thandwa, and i'll take you there.”

she starts to circle the swell of your clit with the pad of her thumb, your eyes momentarily shut, and all you can see, hear, and breathe is her. the exchange of breath, the coo of her voice, and suddenly you're insatiable — you need her. if you were more coherent you would have heard the mirrored desperation laced in her tone, like she needed to hear that to continue living, needed you to fuel her existence.

the warmth from the humiliation of feeling so exposed pushes you further, as she gives you a second finger and presses right against your spot. your hips are stuttering as you wetly gasp out her name. “i know, i know angel, that’s my spot, isn’t it? right there hm? that’s where you need me?”

your form twitches at her words, your pussy clenching around her fingers, drawing her deeper into you, wanting her home, “i love you; i love you so much, please shuri, please.” you’re crying out. your hand is gripping the arm working your dripping pussy, your hips canting to the pretty melody of her thrusts, and her eyes are boring into yours as you beg her to bring you over. her grip around your throat tightens slightly, her thumb brushing up and down the tendon, as she curls her fingers to brush your spot, her spot, and you’re stilling.

“ndiphilele s'thandwa sam' (come for me, my love).”

then you’re sobbing out your orgasm, your body is shaking violently, feeling shuri’s sharp intake of breath against your lips as she works and talks you through it. you’re panting into her mouth, tears collecting on the lashes of your shut eyes as you try to breathe through the aftershocks. you feel shuri’s praises rather than hear them, her hands caressing the bare expanse of your ribs, “there you go. breathe for me, nkosazana, come back to me.”

when you come to, shuri’s gazing at you so deeply that you’re forced to slightly pull back and look down at her lips again, “you haven’t kissed me”, you whisper. you roll your lips in embarrassment when she just tilts her head and smirks. “stop," you drag the syllable out, "i literally told you i love you while i was coming on your fingers, nigga. and you still haven’t kissed me.” you whine as you slightly push her shoulder.

“i love you, y/n. ungumoya endiphefumelayo, ungulukhanyo lwam' (you are the air that I breathe, you are [the giver of] my sight). the sole bearer of my soul," she pauses. her hand rises to gently grip yours, and bring it to rest on the beating of her heart, "and look at me. i need you to know that above all of that, uluvuko wam', sthandwa (you are [the cause of] my resurrection, love).”

she looks at you seriously, unrelentingly, wanting her words to sink into the crevices of your skin to carve themselves within your psyche, and your eyes instantly fill with tears as you whisper her name with a tremble.

a squeeze of your waist and she’s leaning in as you shakily exhale and, in a moment, her lips are on yours, moving in synchronicity, melting over yours like the sun into the horizon. shuri’s kissing you like she wants to breathe you in, trapping you in place so you have no choice but to take and take everything she’s giving you.

she loves you.

do it quickly ‘fore the end of the song, waiting a minute for your love.

ஜ

[ranchthoughts]

An Update to the Kissing Multiverse!

The first version is here, second version here, third version here. There is also a little bonus stat crunching here. My tag for this project is here.

Well, Only Friends and Dangerous Romance are over, so I am back with another GMMTV Kissing Multiverse update for you all. And boy howdy it is a doozy. We've added 16 shows, 19 actors, and 33 unique kissing pairs!

Rules

Must have visible lip to lip contact

Must be shown on screen in a GMM tv series (no kisses from ads, promotional content, trailers*, movies, etc.)

*please note this means none of the GMMTV 2024 trailers count

Breakdown by Show

The data set now includes 77 shows.

(full list in alt text)

Breakdown By Actor

The data set now includes 131 actors.

(full lists in alt text)

Results and Discussion

Unique vs. Repeat Kissing Pairs

Last time round we learned that the vast majority of GMMTV kissing pairs are one-offs and that mixed gender pairs were less likely to repeat. Those conclusions hold true for this update.

There are 169 "unique" kissing pairs in the dataset, and of those, 156 (92.3%) appear only once, in one show. 13 pairs (7.7%) appear at least twice.

The 13 pairs that appear in more than one show are:

Book/Force (in A Boss and a Babe, Enchante, and Only Friends)

Bright/Win (in 2gether and Still 2gether)

Dunk/Joong (in Hidden Agenda and Star in My Mind)

Earth/Mix (in A Tale of Thousand Stars, Cupid's Last Wish, and Moonlight Chicken)

Fiat/June (in The Gifted and The War of Flowers)

Film/Gun (in Not Me and Three Gentlebros)

First/Khaotung (in The Eclipse and Only Friends)

Gun/Off (in Not Me, Puppy Honey, Puppy Honey 2, and Theory of Love)

Lee/Mook (in My Dear Loser and The Jungle)

Louis/Neo (in The Eclipse and Fish Upon The Sky)

Marc Natarit/Pawin (in Dangerous Romance and My Gear Your Gown)

New/Tay (in Dark Blue Kiss and Kiss Me Again)

Phuwin/Pond (in Fish Upon the Sky and Never Let Me Go)

The kissing pair that has appeared in the most shows is Gun/Off, with 4 shows out as of now (and 2 more in the works!).

10 out of 13 of these repeating pairs (77%) are same gender pairs, specifically BL branded or brand-adjacent pairs. Once again, an interesting look into the GMMTV het vs BL system.

All in all, 97% of mixed gender pairs and 85% of same gender pairs appear only once, in one show.

Same Gender vs. Mixed Gender Kissing Pairs

Of the 169 "unique" kissing pairs, roughly 60% are mixed gender pairs and roughly 39% are same gender pairs. This ratio has shifted slightly from the last update (when it was 59% mixed gender and 41% same gender) as I have added more het shows to the sample.

Now to look at the shows themselves: 35% of the shows had only same gender kissing pairs, 47% of the shows had only mixed gender kissing pairs, and 18% of the shows featured both. You will notice that this is a 8% increase in favour of "mixed gender kissing only" shows compared to the last update which is due to the number of het shows I added this update.

Most Kissing Pairs Per Show

The average number of kissing pairs per show is 2.4.

The shows with the most different kissing pairs are:

Only Friends (16 different pairs)

The Warp Effect (15 different pairs)

Friendzone (11 different pairs)

The Jungle and U-Prince (9 different pairs each)

The Player (7 different pairs)

Not Me, Three Gentlebros, and 3 Will Be Free have 4 different kissing pairs each, and then all other shows have 3 or fewer kissing pairs each.

Welcome Only Friends to the top of the ranking! 🎉 A well deserved placing. I would like to take a moment to hone in on the distribution of kissing over the course of the series:

We hit 9 kissing pairs in ep. 9, 10 pairs in ep. 10, 11 pairs in ep. 11, and 12(+) pairs in ep. 12. Very satisfying.

The Power of Jojo

Jojo, every series:

You get a kiss and you get a kiss! YOU ALL GET KISSES!

(inspired by @dribs-and-drabbles here)

As we've learned over these past updates, Jojo has an outsized impact on the number of kissing pairs. He has directed roughly 10% of the shows in this sample, but his shows account for nearly a third of all kissing pairs (32%). Half of Jojo's shows are in the top 6 for most kissing pairs per show (Only Friends, The Warp Effect, Friendzone, and The Player).

The average number of kissing pairs in a Jojo show is 7.4, compared to 1.8 for non-Jojo shows.

Interesting to note: last update, the average number of kissing pairs per show for Jojo shows was 6.0 (1.4 lower) and the average for non-Jojo shows was the same (1.8). Only Friends had quite the impact.

(note: in this section, I am just looking at kissing pair iterations here not at unique kissing pairs, e.g., Phuwin/Pond are a pair in two shows (once in a Jojo show and once in a non-Jojo show), so they are counted twice.)

Most Kissing Partners

First, to put this in context: 50.4% of the actors in this sample have only had one kissing partner. The average number of kissing partners per actor is 2.6 (an increase of 0.3 from last update - again, possibly due to Only Friends).

We've had some significant changes in the leader board this update. Previously, our top 5 were Joss (10 kissing partners), Lee and Namtan (9 each), and Ohm and Nanon (7 each).

Welcome our new leader, Lee, with 12 kissing partners!

Krist takes the second spot (11 different kissing partners), followed by Joss (10), Namtan (9) and First (8) to round out our top five.

Next we have Gigie, Mild, Nanon, New, Off, and Ohm with 7 different kissing partners each; Film, Mond, Mook, Neo, and Singto with 6 kissing partners each; and Bright, Fluke Pusit, Jan, Khaotung, and Mark Pakin with 5 kissing partners each. There are also eleven actors with 4 different partners, and fifteen actors with 3 different partners each.

This update sees an astonishing 6 new kissing partners for Krist and 3 for First, catapulting them into the top 5. The impact of Only Friends can't be denied either - it increased every one of its actors' total kissing partners, and pushed Mond, Neo, Khaotung, and Mark Pakin up into the upper echelons, along with First, of course.

Most Kissing Partners in One Show

We have a new reigning champion for "Most Kissing Partners in One Show"! Thanks to his tireless hard work in Only Friends kissing 5 different people, Neo rockets to the top of the list.

We now have seven people who have kissed 4 different people in one show thanks to Only Friends (First, Mark Pakin, and Mond in Only Friends; Fluke Pusit, Gigie, and New in The Warp Effect; and Plustor in Friendzone), and eight cases of people kissing 3 different people in one show (Book, Force, and Khaotung in Only Friends; Joss and Namtan in The Player; Joss again in 3 Will Be Free; Krist in The Jungle; and Singto in Friendzone).

Please note that all of these instances (except for Krist in The Jungle) happened in Jojo shows.

In total, there are 52 instances of people kissing more than one person in a show, and 31% of actors in the sample have kissed more than one person in a show at least once.

Which of the GMMTV boys has kissed the most guys?

Last update we had a five-way tie for first place between First, Fluke Pusit, Neo, Plustor, and Singto, with 4 men kissed each. Only Friends has significantly changed the situation.

Congratulations to First for taking first place in the men kissing men category, with 7 men kissed! Next we have Neo in second place (6 men kissed) and Khaotung in third (5 men kissed).

First has kissed Gawin (Not Me), Force (Only Friends), Khaotung (The Eclipse and Only Friends), Mark Pakin (Only Friends), Mix (Moonlight Chicken), Mond (Only Friends), and Ohm (The Shipper)

Neo has kissed Drake (Only Friends), Force (Only Friends), Louis (The Eclipse and FUTS), Mark Pakin (Only Friends), Mond (Only Friends), and Title (Only Friends)

Khaotung has kissed Book (Only Friends), First (The Eclipse and Only Friends), Mond (Only Friends), Pawin (55:15 Never Too Late), and Pod (Tonhon Chonlatee)

There are now seven men who have kissed 4 men each: Fluke Pusit, Krist, Mark Pakin, Mond, New, Plustor, and Singto. Special shoutout to Mark Pakin, Mond, and Plustor for racking up all these kisses over the course of one show each (Only Friends, Only Friends, and Friendzone respectively).

Finally, there are eight men who have kissed 3 men each, and eleven who have kissed two men each.

The Kiss Web

Behold... the Kiss Web, newly updated:

And, as usual, some colourful breakdowns too:

The reach of the top 5 kissers: Lee, Krist, Joss, Namtan, and First.

The kissing webs of the top three shows: Only Friends (in pink), The Warp Effect (in blue), and Friendzone (in green). Yes these are all Jojo shows.

Some "kissing triangles" (no squares this time because there were too many to show). Note the triangles completed in the course of one show: Nat-Plustor-Singto (Friendzone), First-Khaotung-Mond (Only Friends), Mark Pakin-Neo-Title (Only Friends), Fluke Pusit-Gigie-New (The Warp Effect), and Joss-Mild-Tay (3 Will Be Free).

I’ve been having fun Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon-ing around this web and I’d like to propose a challenge to you all: what is the longest chain between two people (with the most people between them) possible? Basically, reverse Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. Bonus points if there is no quicker shortcut between them.

If you’d like to play another little game, see my post here.

Contributing authors: @airenyah, @alsoran, @alwaysthepessimist, various anons, @bengiyo, @burnsuncomet, @callipigio, @cangse-sanren, @catboykacchan, @catboyjosten, @catsundmaus, @chickenstrangers, @crowie, @dribs-and-drabbles, @ffirstkhao, @foralleternityidiot, @isaksbestpillow, @jeonghanurl, @kattahj, @kpinhiding, @lurkingshan, @maibpenrai, @maybeitdontmakesense, @nieves-de-sugui, @non-binarypal7, @sammie-lightwood-bane, @sollucets, @userneos, @theselightsareblinding, @tiistirtipii, @waitmyturtles, @williamrikers

Data visualization consultants and beloved proofreaders: @chickenstrangers, @dribs-and-drabbles, @wen-kexing-apologist

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