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Y'know, there's this gripe I've had for years that really frustrates me, and it has to do with Love, Simon and people joking about it and calling it too-pg and designed-for-straight-people and all the like. (A similar thing has happened to Heartstopper, but that's another conversation.)
I saw Love, Simon in theaters when it came out my senior year in high school. I saw it three times, once with my friends/parents on opening night, once with my brother over spring break, and once with my grandparents.
On opening night, the air in the room was electric. It was palpable. Half the heads in there were dyed various colors. Queer kids were holding hands. We were all crying and laughing and cheering as a group. My friends grabbed my hands at the part where Simon was outed and didn't let go until his parents were saying that they accepted him. My friend came out to me as non-binary. Another person in our group admitted that she had feelings for girls. It was incredible. I left shaking. This was the first mainstream queer romance movie that had ever been produced by one of the main five studios, and I know that sounds like another "first queer character from Disney" bit but you have to understand that even in 2018 this was groundbreaking. Getting to have a sweet queer rom-com where the main character was told that he got "to breathe now" after coming out meant so much to me and my friends.
But also, from a designed-for-straight-people POV (which, to be frank, it was written by a bisexual author and directed by a gay man, this was not designed for straight audiences), why is it a bad thing that it appealed to the widest possible audience? That it could make my parents and grandparents see things in a new light? My stepdad wasn't at all interested in rom-coms but he saw it with me because it was something I cared about and he hugged me when we came out of the theater. My very Catholic grandparents watched it with me and though my grandpa said he still didn't quite understand the whole 'gay thing,' all he wanted was for me to be happy and to have a happy ending like Simon did. My Nana actually cried when Simon came out and squeeze my hand when his mother told him he could breathe.
And when Martin blackmailed Simon, my mom, badass ally that she is, literally hissed "Dropkick him. Dropkick him in the balls" leading to multiple queer kids in the audience to laugh or smile. Having my parents there- the only parents, by the way, out of my group of queer and questioning friends- made multiple people realize that supportive adults were out there. That parents like those in Love, Simon do exist in real life.
When people complain about Heartstopper not being realistic or Love, Simon being too cutesy, I remember seeing Love, Simon on opening night. I remember my friend coming out and my stepdad hugging me and my mom defending us through this character. I remember the cheers that went through the audience when Bram and Simon kissed and the chatter in the foyer after the movie was over and the way that this movie made me understand that happy endings do exist.
Queer kids need happy endings. Straight people need entry points to becoming allies. Both of these things can come together in beautiful ways. They can find out about more queer culture later, but for now, let them have this. Let them all have a glimpse at a better, happier world. Let them have queer joy.
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now playing 🎞️ who (2024) by jimin (cr. anahilation)
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Imagine my shock when I realized these two share a VA
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forget me not | 勿忘草
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something I find extremely well done with Halsin's character is his sexuality. i've been thinking about it on and off but I wanted to write out my thoughts on the matter because it's really well done!
it's rare to find a good representation of a character with high libido in video games. most of the time it's either used as a tool or as a representation of 'sin'. to be fair, most games don't focus on it and don't put it at the forefront, but Larian has gone far and beyond to include intimacy and questions around sex in their game and showed a whole array of very different people with very different tastes. they showed a whole spectrum, from asexuality to the very other end.
with Halsin, his drive is never judged. it's a big part of his character, but not because he's obsessed with it or it's all he thinks about - it's simply a thing he enjoys doing, it makes him feel good and he likes making other people feel good. you can tell it's one of the ways he connects with those he cares about.
and the thing is, he's never judged. he's not the butt of the joke for his desires, it's a part of his druidic nature as well as a part of self. it's beautiful!
he is also so extremely good about boundaries and a healthy discussion of expectations. he never steps over any lines, he is always keeping a door open for more discussion if necessary, he never pushes but he also respects himself greatly. he shows vulnerability when it feels safe to do so.
and like i said, while it's a big part of him, it's also not his whole personality. he is an experienced man who knows what he's about, he is touched by awful trauma, both from his youth but also his more recent times, but his sexuality is not the product of it - it's just who he is.
i love finding mature characters in video games as i myself get older and I love watching devs tackle characters who had a chance and time to grow and become something, someone. in this case, Halsin is so well done, it raises the bar very high for me.
all in all, I'm just really glad they turned him into a proper companion and expanded his story. i know the joke is to thank the "thirsty fans", but really, Larian did very well with him and I think they gave him a very good part in this amazing adventure while also representing a lot of people who are condemned as sex-crazed by the society but are actually just. people.
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COMING THIS SUMMER:
7 MONTHS 36 ARTISTS 1 REALLY PERSISTENT SKELETON
IT'S THE 2023 TRUNGOTHON MEGA ART TELEPHONE GAME
[RATED R]
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RIDICULOUS. this was so big that even with tumblr's recently expanded image limit i still had to weld every other image together to fit it into one post, but if you want to see every image in its full glory, i made a page for it on my website (jankily hand-coded and probably not very mobile friendly).
it was so fun to see which elements stuck around and for how long. i still can't believe the skeleton got banished and then resurrected 15 iterations later!
huge thanks to everyone who participated. in order:
@mobileleprechaun, ink drinker, @dimetrodrawn, @escherbug, @gachimushi, @ikrutt, @dunwichdrawsstuff, @mathpope, @bedupolker, @solidagold, @a-beepbop, thenauticalwarlock, @ohpsshaw, @eisly, @juenavei, me, @librivore42, @greedol, @mechabutchzilla, @phanta-friends, @tickfleato, @skelizard, elixer, @espimyte, @noctomnis-art, @bluedotjpeg, @fetus-cakes, @iguanodont, @flame-shadow, @kombuchaclock, @slimekingmike, @crtastrophe, @leona-florianova, @skelebee, @nutspider, @palossssssand, and gachimushi again for the header image to this post
whew! now time to seriously consider a yearlong 72-artist game...
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Snyder fans getting mad that there's a show starring beloved children's comic book hero Superman that all ages can enjoy.
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infamous-if · 9 months
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Spicy Snippet #3: M!Seven
VICTORIA - ORION - F!SEVEN
The high you feel hearing the crowd after a performance is one that can’t be replicated. Not even the strongest drugs can make you feel this…alive. Nothing else in the world can make you feel this alive. 
Aside from Seven, of course. 
But if the danger of the drug is measured by how strong the addiction is, you fear Seven Lawless is definitely the worst. 
Or best, depending on how you look at it.
That thought runs through your mind now when Seven takes your hand and motions to the bathroom. Your friends are too busy riding that post-performance high by dancing together, and you look away from them to give Seven a nod.
The sly, evil smile that rises on his face makes a shiver run down your spine, and you allow him to pull you through the crowd. 
When you two reach the bathroom, Seven looks under each stall as you throw cold water on your face. You’re panting, sweaty, and your skin still burns with heat from the performance. When Seven is satisfied that you two are alone, he turns to look at you through the mirror. The secret smile on his face makes your skin burn hotter, and you’re certain that performing on stage to a stadium of people won’t ever hold a candle to how he makes you feel with one look.
He keeps his eyes trained on yours when he walks over to you, stopping to stand behind you. A lump forms in your throat, and a swell of excitement and nervousness rises in the pit of your stomach when he puts his hands on the sink, looking away from the mirror to tilt his head at you, gazing at your face. 
“Hi.” 
You manage a smile when you drag your eyes away from the mirror to turn your cheek, meeting his eyes. “Hey.” 
His humor fades away once his eyes settle on your mouth and you subconsciously lick your lips. Doing the same to his own, he appears debate something for a brief moment. Then, with heated eyes, he leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. 
The action is cautious, delicate, which is funny considering Seven was just head banging on stage minutes ago. You can taste the strawberry chapstick on his mouth, and the heat of his tongue against yours makes your legs feel like goo. Kissing Seven is still something completely new to you. 
After being best friends for years, you thought you knew all there was to know about Seven. It’s only recently that you discovered there’s a version of him you were completely in the dark about. Like how he kisses. How, sometimes, you look at him while you two are singing on stage and feel like he’s undressing you with his eyes. Or how he makes a certain sound in your mouth when you kiss him just right. A sound only you can pull out of him. 
When he pulls away, it’s too soon. He smiles at you. “You did really well on stage tonight.” 
“Is that why you brought me to the bathroom?” you say with a smile of your own. “To compliment me?”
“Maybe.” Your nose brushes his when he moves his head to kiss you again, chaste and brief. You ache for more. “Are you disappointed? Is it not enough?”
“Not nearly,” you admit, the words leaving you in a sigh. 
His eyes glitter with happiness and he chews on his lower lip in thought before saying, “I like when you want me. For a long time, I wasn't sure if you did. Well...I hoped you did."
You hate how easily saying things like that come to him. “So do I.” 
“Well, I want you all the time so that’s not really anything special…” 
You sputter out a laugh, looking around the bathroom. Like most club bathrooms, it sits in disrepair from lack of maintenance. It’s dirty, and hardly romantic. When you look back at Seven, he’s looking at you with half a grin, already knowing what you’re going to say next. “Even now?”
“Especially now.” He looks at you. “Sweaty from performing and we’re alone…”
You snort and Seven smiles before he leans in again. All pretenses flee, and your skin grows hot when you turn fully to face him. He presses his body against yours, pushing you against the sink. 
You deepen the kiss, your hand going to his neck, pulling him closer. Seven’s chest vibrates against yours when he groans, his palm reaching under your shirt to swipe across your stomach, the heat of his skin against yours making your desire shoot up until you feel yourself reaching between you two, your fingers toying with the zipper of his pants. Feeling exactly just how much he wants you.
Seven pulls away, putting his hand on yours, stopping you. When you look at him, he shoots a pointed look at the door. Understanding, you smile and push yourself off the sink, grabbing his hand. It’s your turn to lead him and you do so to one of the empty stalls. 
The moment you lock it, Seven is on you. He pushes you against the door of the stall. He stifles your gasp with another kiss, this one hurried and urgent as if time is running out. 
When he pulls away to kiss your neck, you bring a hand to his hair to guide him. The strands are soft between your fingers, and Seven smiles against your skin. And then, between kisses, he says, “When do you think we’re going to tell the band about this?”
“Never,” is your immediate reply, and his kiss melts into a bite that makes you stifle a moan. You drop your hand from his hair to the waistband of his pants, forcing it down his hips. “They’d never let us live it down.” 
You and Seven have been hiding away for the past few weeks. You don’t remember the exact reason why you two agreed not to tell anyone, but it had something to do with “not ruining the delicate ecosystem of the dynamic” whatever that means.
“Do you think they already know?” he manages, the words coming out strangled when you hook a finger over the band of his boxers, pulling them down. "They must have an idea." Seven swallows when he follows your gaze to the space between you two.
“Don’t know,” you say, kissing him again. He bites your lower lip in playful warning and you pull away to spit on your hand. “And right now, don’t care.”
“Eventually we’re going to have to tell the—oh.” You know exactly how to shut him up. Your hand wraps around him and he jerks his hips forward, unable to stop the moans from leaving your lips. 
You kiss him again, and he puts two hands on your cheeks. You've barely settled into the rhythm he likes most when the bathrooms swing open, and Seven’s eyes widen. Sensing another groan from him, you put your hand on his mouth and his brows furrow together in panic. Then you quicken your pace and his drops his head against the door, his face melting back into that expression of carnal pleasure you like to see so much. Seven completely forgets what he was worried about. 
“…you think we’ll be able to come back next week?” You almost choke the moment the voice rises in the air, and your hand falters. Seven makes a frustrated sound in his throat and he puts a hand on your arm, urging you to continue. 
“You heard that?” Iris asks. 
You look at Seven with wide eyes, and his brows furrow in faux innocence. “Mfhfnmf?” he mutters against the skin of your palm. You want to scream in frustration—at Devyn. At Iris. At their impeccable timing. 
You hear the doors of the stalls slamming open and Seven shoots you a look. Ah. Shit. The last thing you need is for your friends to find out you and Seven are…whatever you are right now. 
You step back and Seven fumbles for his pants, grumbling in disappointment as he buttons it closed. You look around, uncertain at first, before you step on the toilet so only one pair of feet are seen in the stall. Seven spins around in confusion, not knowing what to do with his hands and...with himself, and you point at the door so he understands. 
“I swear I heard that,” Iris says. “What if someone is dying or something?”
“It’s…me,” Seven calls out. His voice is thick with desire, still hoarse from what you two just finished doing.
Well, finished isn’t exactly the word. 
“Seven?” Iris ventures. “You alright?”
“Yeah, just felt sick,” he responds, looking back with a shrug. The heat in the pit of your stomach hasn’t gone away, and when he looks at you, it takes everything in you not to tell Iris and Devyn to fuck off somewhere. 
“You need a hand?” Devyn asks.
"A hand?" You hear Seven snicker, and you want to kick him. Though you can't stop your own smile. "Nuh-huh. I'm not throwing up or anything." Seven puts a cheek on the door, then his hands. He looks like he’s getting irritated. You understand—you want them gone.“I’m alright. I’ll meet you guys back outside.” 
Your legs are starting to hurt, you shift in order to give your muscles relief, but the toilet seat moves with you, making you slip. 
You scream, because what else is there to do when you're slipping face first off a toilet seat?
“Wha—” Seven barely has time to spin and catch you before you’re crashing into him, making his head clatter against the door. The sound echoes against the bathroom, and your friends are gasping.
"Ow..." Seven groans.
“Seven?!” A moment later you see Iris peeking out from under the stall, her eyes widening. “[MC]?”
“Heyyyy,” you drawl out casually, your body slumped over on Seven’s as he uses his arm to hold you up. He uses the other one to open the door, and it swings open pathetically until Devyn and Iris are looking at you with twin expressions of surprise. 
“Hey.” Seven nods his head in greeting, smiling awkwardly. He puts his hands together to lock his fingers behind your back, holding you to his chest.
Devyn glances at the both of you, lips parted. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”
“I…uh.” He swallows. “Thought I had a bowel problem. [MC] was just helping me in making sure nothing wrong’s down there.” He forces out a laugh. "All good."
You look at him, wanting to beam your disappointment into his brain. Really? That’s all you could come up with? 
“Ugh.” Iris waves a dismissive hand, walking away. “You two are so fucking weird sometimes. Go to the doctor! It's not normal to be that close!"
"You have no idea how close we are," Seven mumbles, and you nudge his rib. He coughs, and then smiles again.
Devyn stands there, not so easily convinced, but then she follows Iris out anyway. Not without shooting you two a look. 
When they’re gone, you two glance at each other. "I think it's time we tell them." You detangle yourself from him, adjusting your clothes.
Seven lets out a laugh, letting his head fall back against the stall wall.
“You think?” 
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riverside--wren · 23 days
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I’d like to give a shoutout to all the people trying so hard right now to map out every possible way the logistics of sex between a human man and a sentient triangle can happen. Y’all are the real ones.
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dragonpyre · 2 months
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My only complaint with Deadpool 3 was that they didn't fuck
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sugarushwriting · 9 days
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ot7 vampire enhypen (part three). you are their personal (human) blood bank
ni-ki is out of his damn mind (sigh)
jungwon feeds on a human (you) for the first time
sfw with some nsfw innuendos and interactions (groping, making out)
please reblog, comment and like! but please do not repost or translate! not proof read.
next two parts may have some nsfw scenes
thank u for the love and support!
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you, jungwon, and jay arrived at the hotel a little while ago to set your stuff in the rooms, then went straight to dinner in the hotel’s restaurant.
that’s when you learned jays father owned the hotel (and many others). and that him (his father) was rich. and that his father was still alive as an even older vampire.
“order whatever you want.” jay said to you and jungwon.
neither you or jungwon knew jungwon was feeding tonight. jay didn’t want either one of you nervous during dinner, making the conversation awkward.
you and jungwon only knew that ni-ki was out of his mind (your words not jays) and it wasn’t safe for you to be in the home. sunoo stayed back at the house, with jake and heeseung taking turns on watch to make sure he behaves (which they know he will, but they have to be safe). sunghoon had to stay back as an elder to keep an eye on ni-ki, but also, they were upping the antics used on him to quickly get the human lust out of his system. they didn’t want you there just in case you heard anything.
after dinner, you felt you could combust at any moment with how much you ate. jay made sure you ate.
the three of you took the elevator back up to the suite you were in. it had 2 separate bedrooms with an en-suite each, a huge balcony overlooking the city, a kitchen, and a living room. you looked up the price of the room on the hotels website and glad you were close with the CEO’s son. ($5,000 a night).
“i need you both to sit on the couch. i need to discuss something important with you two.” jay announced and it worried you and jungwon.
“what’s wrong?” you asked sitting on the big couch, and jungwon sat close to you. again, jay opted to sit on the coffee table in front of you both loosening his tie. oh fuck he looked good doing that.
“jungwon is going to feed on you tonight.” jay ripped the bandage off.
you and jungwon gasped. “jay, i—,”
“you’re ready.” jay cut off jungwon.
then you added with humor, “is that why you fattened me up?”
jay smiled. “i just made sure you ate well.”
you huffed. “why are you just now telling us? do the other boys know?”
“only sunghoon. we didn’t want you both nervous. and jake can’t keep his mouth shut so we decided against to tell any of the others until afterwards.”
“can i at least shower first?”
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after your shower, you dressed in another one of jays oversized shirts you took from his dresser. you opted out of boxers or pants, and kept it classy with a thong.
you walked out from jays room to the living room, both boys in a hushed conversation, but when they saw you, their attention turned to you.
“where do you want to be? living room or jungwon’s?” jay asked. “i was also thinking after your feed, you sleep in jungwon’s bed tonight. it’ll test his confidence in his ability to control himself.”
jungwon was shaking his head as if he had disagreed with the plan.
“i can do that.” you stated and looked at jungwon who looked at you surprised. you smiled. you trusted him.
“good. you’ll keep the door unlocked. if anything goes wrong i will be able to sense and hear it and i’ll be by your side in a flash.”
you nodded. “okay.”
all three of you went to jungwon’s room, and you laid down.
“how—how do the other guys typically do it?” jungwon asked.
you smiled, sitting up on your arms trying to ease his mind. “well first, where do you want to feed? jays favorite place is classic, my neck. heeseung prefers my hip or waist, or my sides. sunghoon and jake prefer my upper thighs.” you explained.
you lifted your shirt to show the upper part of your thighs. “sunghoon is pretty possessive over my right thigh, but you can share the left with jake if you want.”
“are you sure jake won’t get possessive?” jay snorted.
“i can handle jake.” you said. “so where do you want to feed jungwon?”
“why do you chose the neck?” jungwon asked and looked to jay.
jay blushed and scratched the back of his head. “uh—it’s more intimate.”
“he does it while we’re having sex.” you said, not embarrassed at all.
here’s the thing, you are their blood bank, you are okay with that. but you’re not their sex toy, and jay made sure to get that through your head. if you wanted to have sex with them, fine, but you didn’t have to.
jay was the only one you’ve had full sex with, as you figured out he likes to feed after your orgasm cause it lessens the pain.
jake and sunghoon have both been between your legs, and it wasn’t just to feed.
jungwon swallowed. “i’ll take the left thigh.”
you smiled, “good choice.”
you laid back down, as jay assisted jungwon in making sure to find a thick part of your thigh. jungwon gave a kiss to your inner thigh, but not as close as jake and sunghoon like to be.
“her body will tell you when you’re done. you need to listen to her, not yourself.” jay stated. “if you get out of control, which i doubt you will, i will force you off of her. you may get upset as you’ll be driven by lust.”
jungwon nodded listening attentively.
“hold my hand.” you said to jungwon and he did. “i’ll let you know.”
jungwon was excited but nervous. his first human feed as a newbie. your blood always smelt so fresh, so sweet, so good to him. he couldn’t explain it. it was a different smell, and as the olders explained, you were a different and better taste too.
jungwon kissed your thigh once more, you squeezed his hand in reassurance, and jungwon’s eyes changed and his fangs dropped. his teeth grazed your skin before it broke through.
you immediately groaned in pain, but soon it felt pleasurable as usual. since jungwon was new, he fed a little harsher, through his lips and teeth.
after a few minutes, jungwon felt your body feel different. it’s done. but his mind was telling him not to stop. to drain you of all your blood. or to turn you into what he was.
“jungwon.” jay warned, but jungwon’s ears weren’t listening.
his body and mind wasn’t either. until he heard you.
“wonie, that’s enough.” you sighed through pleasure and squeezed his hand.
he stopped. he reluctantly removed his teeth, instinctively licking where his teeth once were, and kissed it softly. his forehead soon rested against your thigh.
you ran your hand through his hair. “you did good, jungwon.” you praised. jungwon smiled and chuckled.
he looked up at you. then he looked at jay who looked like a proud dad.
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that night you slept in jungwon’s bed with him comfortably. that was until you woke up to him hovering over you, his eyes had turned red. however, the fangs weren’t out.
“jungwon?” you questioned, and he groaned. he groaned like he was in pain and leaned in closer to inhale your scent from your neck. he kissed your neck then sank his human teeth as he nibbled.
it startled you and you yelped. he leaned up eyes staring right at you, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.
his hand gripped your thigh—hard. “ouch, jungwon.” you groaned and he smiled.
shit.
before you knew it, he pulled your shirt up, and ripped your thong off, his nose going straight to your inner thigh where he last fed.
jay came through the door, but you held out a hand to stop him, and jay listened.
“wonie, look at me.” you pleaded. jungwon looked at you with his red eyes, before his nose ran up your body has he inhaled you.
jay went to move, but you stopped him again. jungwon’s attention turned to jay, and he literally snarled.
“wonie, look at me!” you repeated and took his head in your hands to make eye contact once again. “wonie, are you hungry or do you just miss my taste?”
jungwon closed his eyes, internally battling with himself. “taste—i miss your taste.” he cried through his teeth. he was fighting himself, literally.
“then taste me.” you said, and brought jungwon’s lips to your own.
the kiss was anything but romantic. jungwon was craving you, craving your taste. he was animalistic with the kisses, dominate, often taking your bottom lip in between his teeth.
all while, he was grinding his lower half into you. well, his hard lower half.
you moaned into the kiss, and jungwon took the opportunity to stick his tongue inside your mouth searching for your own tongue. you whimpered just as he used his hands to grab all over your body. he was harshly gripping your thighs, stomach, hips, ass, breasts, anywhere and everywhere as he grinded against your lower half with his. he had a barrier, you didn’t.
the messy make out session didn’t last much longer, as jungwon started to whimper himself, and he stopped grinding as his mouth moved to your neck, stopping the kissing altogether as he took deep breaths.
“it’s ok wonie.” you patted his back and rubbed it. he shook his head.
“im sorry, im sorry, im sorry.” he kept repeating and sniffled. he was still hard as a rock but didn’t move.
“it’s okay—,” you began but again he shook his head.
“jungwon.” jay stated using his authoritative tone.
jungwon got up, “i’ll go shower.” and he immediately ran to his en suite bathroom.
jay quickly came to your side, checking you out. “why did you stop me? it could’ve gone really south.”
“but it didn’t.” you challenged. “you trusted him for a reason and so did i, jay. he stopped. he didn’t feed further, okay?”
“do you want to come sleep with me?”
you shook your head no. “i’m fine jay, i promise.” you told truthfully. you also didn’t want to hurt jungwon, thinking you didn’t trust him anymore.
jay left, and you turned your back to the bathroom, shutting your eyes once more. jungwon’s shower was quick, redressing in nothing more than pajama pants. he smiled at your sleeping figure still in his bed. he got in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck.
“thank you.” he whispered and you turned to face him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek.
“didn’t know you were so dominating in bed.” you teased and jungwon laughed with a flush to his cheeks.
he rubbed his hand up and down your arm in a soothing gesture. “i’m sorry about that.”
“what matters is that you stopped.” you moved a fringe of his hair. your hand rested on his cheek as you moved your thumb back and forth. you finally took note of his naked chest and smiled. “nice shoulders.” you complimented.
“sorry about your thong.”
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the next afternoon you three returned to the house. earlier that morning, the university released a statement stating that the incident with the student was an isolated incident and no further danger was present. classes would resume after the weekend.
“what if ni-ki isn’t better?”
“then we kill him.” sunghoon stated with a straight face. you didn’t find him funny.
“he’ll go to a boarding school for newbies who don’t listen.” jay offered as a solution instead.
“that exist?” you and sunoo both asked at the same time.
jay nodded. “yes, in switzerland. my father is on the board of trustees.”
“wait, if you all are up here,”
“he’s fine by himself for now. we knocked him out with something to shut his ass up while his body detoxes.”
“sunghoon!” you scolded.
“any way,” jake changes the subject, “how was the night away at the fancy hotel?”
“it was good.” you and jungwon both said together, then looked at each other and smiled.
“jungwon fed on her.” jay said. “he did good controlling himself. and she did good keeping him grounded.”
“no way!” jakes thick accent came out as he clapped jungwon on the shoulder. “how was it? where did you feed?”
“her thigh.”
“better not be the right thigh.” sunghoon stated, eyes narrowed.
“and the left is better?” jake questioned. “how come you get a thigh to yourself?”
“i’m an elder.”
“alright old man.” jake teased.
“was it scary” sunoo asked jungwon.
jungwon shook his head. “not like i thought.”
you patted jungwon’s head, “he did good and didn’t hurt me.” you smiled.
then jungwon suddenly remembered, “did yall know jay only feeds when he’s being intimate with her?”
you snorted at jungwon saying intimate like he was scared to say the word sex.
jay and heeseung look surprised. sunoo looked disgusted like it was way tmi. sunghoon wasn’t fazed.
“sadly i did.”
you looked at sunghoon confused. you were never loud.
“baby doll, vampire hearing.”
“well shit.”
₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡
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cherryinterlude · 1 month
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josh hartnett's slightly toned dad bod in trap is infinitely hotter than him dehydrating himself for a temporary six pack and i will die on this hill. also it feels grounded in reality for cooper as a character. he wants to appear as a typical, harmless suburban dad so of course he wouldn't work out and get ripped (if he did then his wife would've been suspicious of him earlier lol). cooper's lack of an insane, intense workout routine implies that he's confident in his existing brute strength which is... hot as fuck. he doesn't need extra bulky muscles to do what he wants to do, evident in the tazing scene
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allurilove · 8 months
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Yandere Neighbor x you.
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Yandere Neighbor | I see you. ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚
rated 18+ — mature short content! includes: voyeurism (?), male masturbation
Over the next few days the hallways were filled with boxes, marked with numbers and tiny little unreadable sentences.
You were nice. You walked around them each time, never once making a fuss… despite how some of the boxes blocked your door.
They were heavy. Jesus, what was in them? You groaned as you picked one of them up.
The bottom of the cardboard was soggy, and whatever the wet substance was, it soaked through.
“I got it! I got it.” A man took the box from you and he smiles. “I’m very sorry.” He chuckles and he carried it in one hand, tiny bandages covering his pink knuckles.
“I’m…”
And that was the first time you met your new next door neighbor. What you didn’t know… was how often he seemed to watch you. He was pressed right up against your door, his nails digging into the frame as he tried to breathe quietly.
One eye closed. One eye opened. He peered into the peephole, his mouth salivating at the sight of you laying in your bed. You weren’t a clean person, some of your clothes and sheets were on the floor. That was okay though, soon enough he’ll properly introduce himself, and he could clean your apartment for you.
Oh that would be the dream.
You and him. One apartment, and in one bed.
All you had to do was to sit still and look pretty. He would handle everything. Cleaning, cooking, the laundry, and all the handyman shit-- he could do it all.
He could bring satisfaction to your life and make it easier—in fact, he will whether you like it or not.
He audibly groaned as you tossed and turned in bed, exposing a bit of yourself in the process. You wore the tiniest and tightest shorts, and the materials clung to your thighs. He took a bit of a step back to look at the damage you have done to him, his eyes darting down to the bulge in his pants and he looked around. He doesn't hear much... not a person in sight as well. It might be risky, but fuck.
He palmed himself through his denim jeans, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep himself quiet... his heart was pumping, and his eyes were glazed over. He watched you turn your phone on, the light from the screen illuminating your face and his body shuddered as he saw your cute smile.
"..please--" He let out a little whimper, a deep noise coming from the back of his throat. His breath hitched, and his back was hunched over as his hand worked to free his dick.
He already had a little wet spot on his boxers, and he didn't want to make a big mess but... he lived right next door so it should be fine. His hips jerked as he pretended his hand was your mouth, he imagined how warm it would be, and how gorgeous you would look.
He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted you to boss him around. Slap him, choke him, ride him, chain him... whatever your pretty little heart desired--oh he would do it.
He got down on his knees, his nose sniffing the doorknob in any chance it had your scent. Frustrated that it doesn't, he continued to pump himself, gripping a bit harder as his tongue licked the cool metal. Your hand touched it. Your hand did. He couldn't care less about the germs.
"yes yes yes yes--" He chanted as he felt his end was near. He needed to be close to you, and he bent down to the welcome mat. He buried his nose and he took a deep inhale. His brows were furrowed, his jaw was tense and the muscles in his arms were tight.
He wanted to make this last. But just the thought of you made him cum quick. He softly moaned as the tension left his body, white little substance dripping onto your welcome mat. When he softened, he put it away, zipping his pants up and getting up from his knees.
He held the wall for support and hobbled his way over to his house. He would come back soon, that's for sure. Next time...with a couple of roses and a question.
C.AI LINK: coming soon...
Allure: I have not been writing a lot, so this might be rough. I don't usually even write stuff like this, but it's for a bot that is coming soon on C.AI--character ai! This is just a little intro.
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searenbound · 1 year
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Fwb gets so messy with Bakugou because he’s not the casual fuck type.
He can’t divorce his physical and sexual attraction from the emotional aspects of your relationship. Can’t look at you and see his friend when he’s seen parts of you only meant for a lover’s eyes. Hell, he doesn’t even experience sexual attraction without some form of intimate affections being involved.
Why’d he ever thought he could fuck you and return to just friends right after is beyond him.
But now he has your number saved under some sappy name like princess or baby and imagines a life together and you’re not even his. Not actually, except for the moments when you’re under him or he’s under you.
Even then you’re not his though, if you were he’d be able to tell you how much he loves you and not worry about if he’s gonna ruin this.
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coveredinsun · 7 months
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at the first reclaimed-erebor press conference the reporter dwarves are like, “🎤 balin son of fundin can you deny or confirm the rumors about thorin oakenshield and bilbo baggins?” to which balin leans forward and says, “🎤 well. you know how unflattering it would be to speak ill of the dead. which won’t be a problem because it’s not speaking ill to let the record show that, yes, they did in fact fuck nasty a couple times. and you can quote me on that because i’m like 95% sure it’s what king thorin would want”
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