#they have captivated me

[rivensbane]

DOCTOR CASPER DARLING IN CONTROL (2019)

[firstkanaphans]

Just the Way You Like

Pairing: Khem/Thongthai (The Sign) Description: Thongthai teaches Khem what he likes in bed; pwp. Rating: Explicit Words: 1333

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The sex was…mediocre at best, but despite Thongthai’s earlier threat that if Khem weren’t able to meet his standards, he would have to leave, Thongthai didn’t actually want him to go. So he lied. He liked Khem’s enthusiasm. He liked his stupid jokes. He liked the way he called him “Baby.” The rest of it could be taught.

The second time they had sex, Khem was just as excited as the first. He might try to appear confident on the outside, but Thongthai could tell he was surprised to have heard from him again. He took his time opening Thongthai up, but once he was actually inside of him, there was no slowing down. It was almost as if he were scared that if he did, Thongthai might change his mind. But they were way past that now. Thongthai was on a mission.

“Slower,” he urged as Khem fucked into him like a jackrabbit. Khem stopped altogether, confused by the request. His chest and his brow were coated in a thin sheen of sweat, but when Thongthai reached out and grabbed him by the ass, slowly moving him into the rhythm he wanted, Khem seemed to take the hint.

His strokes became slower and deeper and finally—finally!—he hit a spot inside him that made Thongthai moan. He arched his back, pressing himself deeper onto Khem’s dick, and he felt Khem twitch inside him in excitement.

“Like this?” Khem asked, not teasing, but genuinely curious as if he wanted to get it right. His whole body was shaking with pent-up desire.

“Just like that,” Thongthai confirmed and then he bared his neck and let Khem kiss him. 

Khem took instruction well, but he was still inexperienced and eager, and without the added benefit of lightning speed to dull the sensations, he came quickly. Too quickly for Thongthai’s liking. 

Thongthai’s dick was throbbing with his own need to come, his asshole was gaping at the loss of Khem’s thick cock inside of him, but luckily, Khem was the kind of lover that took just as much interest in his partner’s pleasure as he did his own. He replaced his dick with his fingers and took Thongthai into his mouth instead.

It wasn’t perfect, but it would do.

---

The third time they had sex, Khem was determined to make Thongthai come first, but it had been over ten minutes now, Khem was straining with the effort it was taking him not to come, and Thongthai knew they were getting nowhere fast. So, he flipped them, pressing Khem’s back onto the mattress and sinking down on top of him.

“Fuuuuck,” Khem groaned, his nails digging into Thongthai’s hips hard enough to draw blood. Thongthai didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of liked it.

Khem’s eyes were shut tight, his abs straining with the effort it was taking him not to come, but Thongthai knew how much he wanted to make him come first, so he behaved himself and sat still.

“Tell me when I can move,” he said.

Khem let out an almost manic laugh. “It’s gonna be a minute,” he said. “Jesus Christ, where did you learn to fuck like this?”

Thongthai smirked, but he knew the question was rhetorical, so instead of answering, he pulled off of Khem just enough to reach over and grab his glasses off of his bedside table. Then he put them back on. The sound Khem let out as he sank back down on top of him made goosebumps erupt on Thongthai’s skin.

“Not the glasses,” Khem groaned. He had cracked one eye open just enough to see what Thongthai was up to. He liked the glasses. He thought they were cute. Thongthai knew because he had told him so—several times. But that wasn’t why Thongthai had put them on. Thongthai put them on because he wanted to see.

Khem was ridiculously attractive. So attractive, in fact, that it almost made up for how annoying he was. But Thongthai would be lying if he said it wasn’t Khem’s persistent pestering that had made him fall for him in the first place. There was something so endearing about it. Thongthai didn’t have to guess whether Khem wanted him—whether he was attracted to him. He knew. And now, he wanted to be able to see clearly what a boy as beautiful as Khem looked like when he was getting fucked.

Thongthai reached out to stroke his own dick and Khem groaned, closing his eyes yet again.

“I’m going to start moving now,” Thongthai said. And so he did.

He rode Khem slowly at first before gradually picking up speed, situating himself so that Khem’s dick was brushing against his prostate with every thrust, and when he looked down at Khem—eyes closed, body trembling, dark skin glistening with sweat—he couldn’t help but feel that he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. It took his breath away.

“Open your eyes,” Thongthai commanded.

Khem shook his head. “I’ll come. You’re supposed to come first. That was the whole point of this.”

“I’m close, I promise,” Thongthai said. “Just open your eyes.”

And so Khem did, staring up at Thongthai bouncing on his cock hungrily. “You’re so—”

“This is how I like it,” Thongthai interrupted, accentuating his words by bearing down harder on Khem’s dick. “Understand?” Khem nodded frantically. “Good.”

Thongthai sped up the strokes of the hand wrapped around his cock and then let himself come, shooting his seed all over Khem’s chest. A few stray drops even reached his lips and, without question, Khem stuck out his tongue and lapped them up.

“Fuck,” Khem cursed and then thrust hard into Thongthai’s now lax body. Thongthai let himself collapse down onto Khem’s chest and buried his face in his neck. That was all it took for Khem to come himself with a soft, whispered, “Baby.”

---

They had been fucking for a month when Khem took Thongthai out to the nicest restaurant he could afford and asked him, in the shyest voice Thongthai had ever heard, “Baby? Will you be my baby?”

Thongthai rolled his eyes, but he was secretly pleased. He said yes. And that night, when Khem pushed into him, he insisted on doing it from behind as Thongthai laid on his side, facing the floor-length mirror propped against his wall.

Thongthai groaned at the stretch of his body being opened and although he usually wasn’t the type to get shy, there was something about being able to see himself naked in the mirror, wanton and wanting, that aroused him. Being able to see how easily he reacted to Khem’s touch. Being able to see how easily Khem reacted to his. Thongthai’s cheeks were pink and his cock was erect and he felt better than he had in years. He felt taken care of. He felt loved.

“Do you see how beautiful you are, Baby?” Khem whispered into his ear, his breath coming out in rapid pants. He took Thongthai’s cock in his hand and stroked him as he fucked him slow—just the way Thongthai liked. Just the way Thongthai had taught him.

Thongthai nodded desperately, staring into the mirror at Khem behind him—at the love in his eyes, at the care in his hands—and before he was really even ready for it, his body started to shake.

Thongthai came first.

Khem fucked him through it, making soft, soothing sounds, and soon he came himself, collapsing down on top of Thongthai’s back, sated and satisfied. Thongthai couldn’t help but smile. Khem was his. All his. It had never been about the sex. It never would be. Because no one looked at him the way Khem did. No one touched him the way Khem did. No one cared about him the way Khem did.

It was the best sex of Thongthai’s life because, for the first time ever, it was with someone he was falling in love with.

[handmethelilies]

star sh i p…….

[drakonovisny]

solas fat naturals be upon ye

THANK YOU SO MUCH MY FRIEND, I HAVE BEEN MARVELING AT THIS FOR THE PAST 20 MINUTES. I OWE YOU EVERYTHING 🙏😭

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

tis the season to remember Medjed aka The Smiter, an invisible egyptian deity with laser eyes and nonbinary swagger:

rotating them gently in my mind as they do a spiffy little dance number

[bisexualpercyjacksons]

pjo tv show episode 5 alignment:

[featherlouise]

It was like a vision from an angry god

[nosnexus]

IM COOKING

SWORDTEMBER DAY 11: DUEL

Two blades that seem inexplicably drawn to each other. One appears to be comprised of a true unicorn's horn and the other contains the preserved eye of a dragon. When held, the wielders reported feeling a tug in the direction of the other sword and reported a compulsion to follow. Distance, nor plane, seems to deter the feeling - per Pathfinder, Guide who had accidentally managed to test it from the First World.

[angelcake10023]

One Monkey Fanatic and Another In The Making 📖

Someone requested Dad Tang and I couldn’t say no… their bond is so special to me

Eat up lmaooo

[mythology-void]

okay so I was doing a Research™️ about ancient Greek etymology as one does and I found some Things that made me want to Violently Claw My Arms Off please allow me to force feed you my discoveries

So there are 2 words for "not" in ancient Greek, depending on the context: ou and mē. Having introduced himself in the Cyclops episode as " ou tis", or No-man, he then stabs Polyphemus in the eye. When Polyphemus' brothers come to check on him, they say this:

"... surely no man [mē tis] is carrying off your sheep? Surely no man [mē tis] is trying to kill you either by fraud or by force?"

Right after this, after the other cyclopes ditch Polyphemus, Odysseus's inner monologue goes something like this:

"Then they went away, and I laughed inwardly at the success of my clever strategem [metis]." (pronounced mEH-Tis)

Now, there's a difference between mē tis and metis. [mē tis] (pronounced mEH-Tis with a space between the syllables) is the literal translation for "no man". Metis is a word for extreme intelligence/cunning, which is something Odysseus is famous for.

Now, there are several examples of abuse of metis/intelligence in the Odyssey, but I think the juxtaposition between [mē tis], or the concept of anonymity, and metis, or extreme intelligence, is REALLY interesting. Odysseus's adoption of the title "No-man" was characteristic of metis--it was a really smart move that simultaneously hid him from the cyclops and avoided any future consequences. It was a highly effective strategy all wrapped up in a nest little package with a bow on it.

But when he revealed himself as Odysseus of Ithaca, effectively throwing off No-man (anonymity and [mē tis]), that was characterized as idiocy--he's essentially doxxed himself, and now he's doing to (spoiler alert) get tossed around the Mediterranean by Poseidon for the next 10 years.

This is really interesting because it lets you see the parallels/codependency between metis(intelligence) and humility. When Odysseus refused to allow himself to go unnoticed (hubris) he suffered for it. BUT when he declined instant glory/satisfaction (kleos) in order to achieve the long term goal of survival, he was rewarded with Athena's favor (pay attention. This part is important).

And this situation repeats itself MULTIPLE TIMES in the Odyssey--the EXACT SAME THING happens near the end of the book, with the suitors. When. Odysseus is dressed as a beggar and the suitors/Antinious are abusing him, he ACTIVELY CHOOSES not to react--he doesn't stand up and rip off his disguise and start hollering "TIS I, ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA! FEAR MY WRATH"

No. He sits there patiently and waits. He plans and schemes and quietly orchestrates their downfall without alerting them of it. Why? Because he learned his lesson the first time this happened. He buried his rage and adopted what was, according to Grace LA Franz, a more feminine form of metis, weaving a web of destruction for his enemies that ultimately resulted in their total annihilation (see Weaving a Way to Nostos: Odysseus and Feminine Metis in the Odyssey by Grace LaFranz). His patience allowed him to win the whole prize--no questions asked, no 10-year-long-business-trip strings attached--just the sweetness of a full victory. And he is, once again, rewarded with Athena's favor--both in the battle with the suitors and in the aftermath (cleanup/reuniting with Penelope).

This really reinforces the idea in the Odyssey that Odysseus's defining characteristic is not just his intelligence--it's his ability to learn from his mistakes. He used what he learned at the Lotus Eaters Island against Polyphemus--the Lotus Eaters drugged his men, so he drugged Polyphemus. He used what he learned from Circe and Polyphemus against the suitors--Circe used false sweetness and honeyed words to lure his men into a trap, so that's exactly what he did to the suitors. His hubris on Polyphemus' island cost his whole crew their lives, so he intentionally left well enough alone until the right time. He didn't just learn from his failures--he turned them into BATTLE STRATEGY.

i don't care what anyone says that is completely totally and objectively awesome

[saltycryptid]

bro is NOT listening to Gale's dissertation on the mechanics of the underdark tunnel system

[medixnoche]

hey pal did you just blow in from stupid town

[cockroachesunite]

a ghost story

[inkyrainstorms]

based on the Billstill au by @jellynut! You guys should totally go check it out, it's so cool and angsty and somehow my monkey brain took that idea and made it Stan tormenting Bill forevermore. (This has spiraled rapidly not its own au of an au based on an earlier idea I had once) (might draw more of this au and that one who knows)

This has been going on for at least 15 hours straight, and Stan is having the time of his goddamn life watching Bill suffer

And then Bill gave Stan horrendous night terrors

And then Stan bought a giant bag of nachos and ground them up into crumbs and dumped them in the sea or some shit

Transcript and full image under cut

Bill, floating intangibly: You're a loser, Mac

Stan, looking up from his magazine: Yeah? And you're an interdimensional demon dumb enough to die in my head. You're the biggest idiot I know, and I know me

[justa-regularuser]

Late night doodles ✨

[murasaki-cha]

"Remember who the villain is" LIKE BESTIE AM I TRYING!!!