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No crunking, but lots of haterating and hollerating and even some situations:
BRUTE FORCE (1947): Aptly named prison drama about a group of convicts (including Burt Lancaster, Charles Bickford, and radio actor Howard Duff) in a battle of wills and wits with the sadistic guard captain Munsey (Hume Cronyn). Forcefully directed by Jules Dasssin and certainly vivid, but the few moments of levity the Richard Brooks screenplay provides â such as a droll flashback sequence where former conman Spencer (John Hoyt, who later played Dr. Phillip Boyce in the original STAR TREK pilot) affectionately recalls the slick dame (Anita Colby) who once robbed him with his own gun â serve mostly to demonstrate that there's not enough light moments, even for such a determinedly grim and downbeat story. Worse, since the main action takes place entirely within the prison, women (including Ella Raines, Ann Blyth, and future TV Batgirl Yvonne De Carlo as well as Anita Colby) appear only in brief flashbacks. The film's main attraction is its superb acting â and even Lancaster's brooding sex appeal is somewhat overshadowed by Hume Cronyn's towering performance as the magnificently detestable Munsey. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Nope. VERDICT: Compelling in fits and starts, and Cronyn's Munsey is one of the screen's great villains, but it's so oppressive that your attention may start to wander, especially if neither Lancaster nor Cronin is currently onscreen.
HOTEL COCAINE Season 1 (2024): Colorful but sloppy Chris Brancato crime drama, based (apparently very loosely) on the life of a real person, Cuban exile and CIA asset Roman Compte (played, weakly, by Danny Pino), who, as the general manager of Miami's Mutiny Hotel, presided over the heyday of coke-fueled late '70s South Florida hedonism. Brancato uses this as a backdrop for a disappointingly ordinary gangster story, giving Compte a fictional older brother, Nestor Cabal (Yul Våzquez), indistinguishable from Brancato's previous fictionalization of Cuban cop/gangster José Battle Sr. in GODFATHER OF HARLEM (where he was also played by Våzquez), and pitting the brothers against a renegade DEA agent (Michael Chiklis) and an invading Columbian cartel led by Gilberto Henao (Juan Pablo Raba). Despite the title, the Mutiny setting is surprisingly under-utilized; the main plot is cliché-ridden and often listless; and the action is broken up by periodic fits of weird comic relief involving nervous acid-freak hotel owner Burton Greenberg (Mark Feuerstein), including bizarre appearances by Hunter S. Thompson (John Ventimiglia) and Rick James (Larry Powell) in the first two episodes. Pino is barely adequate in the lead, and it sometimes seems like Brancato foolishly expects viewers to find Roman sympathetic, which he really never is, even compared to his antagonists. The only real reasons to bother with the show are its Latina characters, including Roman's spunky teenage daughter Valeria (Corina Bradley); his sympathetic girlfriend Marisol (Tania Watson); and in particular Gilberto's sexy and sadistic Mexican enforcer/girlfriend Yolanda (Mayra Hermosillo). Alas, Laura Gordon is awful as Roman's loyal right-hand woman Janice, while Michael Chiklis, who had made such a strong impression as the antiheroic Vic Mackey on THE SHIELD, is just laughable as DEA agent Zulio. CONTAINS LESBIANS: Not in any meaningful way. VERDICT: Never dull, but too arch to be credible and yet not over the top enough to rival De Palma's SCARFACE, and unlike the similar but better-realized GODFATHER OF HARLEM, it has no particular insights to offer about either its era or its setting.
SEX-POSITIVE (2024): Cute but very dumb sex comedy, directed by Peter Woodward (who also co-scripted with Marie Kirby) about a down-on-her-luck young woman (Katherine Ellis) who moves into a New Orleans commune and, after her initial shock has subsided, becomes part of its loose-knit polycule of ongoing sex parties. The story tries hard to live up to its title, with mixed results: It largely avoids the performative dread sex comedies often evince at the idea of same-gender sex, and it even takes a few flailing stabs at body positivity, but much of its humor is still founded on the idea that people having a lot of (semi-public, maybe mildly kinky) sex is inherently outrageous, which means that if you don't blush and giggle at the mere idea of a sex party, the movie is only occasionally funny. On the other hand, it's refreshing to see a modern sex comedy that doesn't shy away from nudity, allows the characters to actually have sex rather than just talking about it, and doesn't paint the characters' promiscuous lifestyle as a moral failing that has to eventually be recanted. CONTAINS LESBIANS: Yes, although the script leans a little too hard on the idea that anything other than complete sexual fluidity is somehow regressive. VERDICT: In a less prudish cultural climate, a low-wattage comedy like SEX-POSITIVE would barely rate a yawn, but in an era of rampant self-censorship and dreary bourgeois repression, its dopey, good-natured smuttiness is sort of endearing.
SUNRISE AT CAMPOBELLO (1960): Okay Dore Schary film adaptation (directed by Vincent Donehue) of Schary's Tony-winning play, starring Ralph Bellamy (reprising his award-winning stage role) as Franklin Delano Roosevelt, recently stricken with infantile paralysis and struggling to decide if he can still have a political future, with Greer Garson as Eleanor, Ann Shoemaker as Franklin's imperious mother Sara, and Hume Cronyn as his friend and political advisor Louis Howe. At first, both Bellamy and Garson seem like they're overplaying their roles, with a bigness more suited to stage than screen; Garson's performance never really stops feeling like caricature, but Bellamy eventually disappears into his part and becomes surprisingly convincing. Cronyn and Shoemaker are both excellent, and extensive use of location shooting (including scenes staged in the Roosevelts' actual homes) keeps the film from feeling objectionably stage-bound, but the narrative's emphasis on the heroism of overcoming chronic illness (a struggle FDR took great pains to conceal as much as possible) is awfully sticky at points, and if you're not American, you may wonder what all the fuss is about. CONTAINS LESBIANS: There have been arguments for years about Eleanor (in particular surrounding her relationship with reporter Lorena Hickok), but you'll find none of that here. VERDICT: As biopics go, it's pretty top-drawer, but if you're not a history buff or don't care about the Roosevelts, it probably won't hold your interest.
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looks come and go but silliness? thats forever
fuck looks. relationships NEED to based on your ability to be SILLY TOGETHER!!!!!! you better be laughing together or ELSE
#said it before and i'll say it again: demisexual ppl know something the rest of us don't#cosmic#my lovely bf who's not only beautiful but also clever likes to ask ''why are you so pretty?'' with palpable affection#i reply it's the hormones lying to him. sometimes i shake things up and say they're telling him the truth.#cos has always been hot but i didn't notice until his quiet rizz grew on me. at which point he became distractingly nice to look at#like hello?? this guy has fluffy hair and grey-brown eyes and laughter bursts out of him like gurgling creek water#this has always been true i just was not paying attention. now im paying attention!!#been together for over a year now and yeah im still head over heels for this guy. cos. you mean the world to me#coughs. um ok im going to bed now goodnight tri-state area#love#humans#advice#good things
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this just looks extremely uncomfortable...
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Do You Get It Yet?
hi guys!! this is one day late, but i literally fell asleep trying to proof read last night, so⊠you win some you lose some.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: Spencer Reid is your professor and you really, really need help. If only he wasnât so distracting.
warnings: smut, little bit of fluff, professor/student relationship, unprotected sex w/ talk of contraceptives, age gap (both parties of age), breeding kink, choking, and some light degradation
this is a fun one guys! let me know what you think!
You swear you arenât stupid. Really, honestly you arenât. Youâve done well in school your whole life, not always outstanding, but youâve always done well.
Right now however, you feel completely dumb. Youâre in you third year of university, and up to this point, youâve done good. Your classes are challenging but rewarding, and you have a wonderful group of people in your life. You have a cat and an apartment to yourself. You have wonderful friends, Lena and Eden, whoâve been with you since your freshman year and who you loved like sisters. Everything in your life was going right, except for your stupid, stupid criminal psychology class.
You should love it. Youâve taken classes like it before and they really werenât a problem for you, but for whatever reason, you canât wrap your head around the subject matter at all. Everything you learn seems to morph together and you canât get it to sort itself out. Your teacher, Dr. Reid, is incredible. He is a genuine genius, member of the BAU (your dream job), and to top it off, he is incredibly attractive. Not just to you either! Half the class is auditing, which probably contributes to your troubles. Itâs hard to focus when everyone around you is constantly whispering about how fucking hot the teacher is.
You try to avoid it. You sit at the front of the room, not the first row, but still front and center. Even so, right behind you are two or three girls who will not stop talking about him. Sure, theyâre saying what youâre thinking, but good god does it get annoying. Youâve tried pointed looks, a few aggressive hair flips and humphs, and even a few well timed shushings, but they will not let up. Youâd move seats but the class is full and everyone has seemed to have already found a place.
So, really, your lack of understanding was not only on you. Dr. Reid us distractingly hot, the girls behind you will not shut up, and the subject matter is just plain tricky. All of this leads you to spend a big chunk of your free time in your professors office hours, which always seem to be full.
You get it. Girls, and some boys, show up looking their best and asking all sorts of questions, and honestly if you were in a different position youâd probably do the same thing. But, you arenât, and you really need help. You go to his room completely disheveled with a notebook full of questions that for the most part stayed unanswered. Youâre lucky to get five minutes of his undivided attention. Again, you get it, those minutes are the highlights of you week, but, your grade is starting to slip.
Finally, it gets to be too much, and you find yourself spending nearly the whole class building up the courage to ask to speak with him privately. Right when he concludes his lecture you spring up out of your seat and go straight to him, surely annoying some of your other classmates.
âDr. Reid?â
He looks up from his desk, âHi! Ms.?â
âY/n. Or Y/l/n, I guess. I was hoping to talk to you privately if you had time?â
âOh! Um, sure, of course. Let me just wrap up here. You can wait in the seats.â
This has already gone better than you thought it would. Half of you expected the only thing that would come out of your mouth would be gibberish.
âThank you so much.â
You hurry off to take a seat and wait, and wait, and wait. Around five other people stay around to try and speak with him, and while you catch him anxiously glancing over at you, each conversation still seems to stretch on and on. Finally, after close to 15 minutes, the final student leaves and itâs just you and Dr. Reid left in the room.
He looks over at you and motions for you to join him at his desk, âIâm so sorry that took so long. People tend to have a lot of questions after my lectures.â
You take a seat in front of him, âItâs no worries. That was actually part of what I wanted to speak to you about.â
You pause, wondering how you should word what you want to say. He looks at you, waiting for you to go on, but he doesnât seem impatient.
âIâve come to all your office hours, and it helps, Iâm just still struggling and I, uh, I just feel like itâs not enough time to get my questions answered, I guess?â
Youâre looking at anything but him at this point, âIâm sorry Iâm just kinda out of my element. I love this subject and normally it clicks for me, but itâs just wonât. I have a notebook full of questions and Iâm worried I wonât be able to figure anything out. Sorry, I think Iâm just rambling at this point.â
âNo, donât apologize, I understand. This class is challenging, and a lot of the subject matter is hard to research.â
He stops to laugh, âMy office hours do tend to be pretty full. Iâm, well to be honest Iâm not sure why. A lot of the questions people have tend to be things I explained in my lectures.â
Without thinking, you cut him off, âI think people just want to be around you.â
He looks surprised at your words, and you are as well. You didnât mean to say that at all.
âOh my god, Iâm sorry. Itâs just with a teacher that looks like you, god, no. I mean with a teacher like you-â
Your cheeks grow hotter by the second, âYou know what, I think I can figure this out on my own! Iâm sorry for-â
He stops you before you can finish, âY/n, Iâve taught this class before. Half the people are auditing. Iâve gathered what that means.â
He cracks a smile at that and you feel your heart flutter.
âI meant Iâm not sure why people would waste their time trying to, uh, impress me at office hours. Theyâre meant for students like you.â
âOh, yeah, of course.â
âUnfortunately, there isnât much I can do on that front. My hours are open to anyone.â
Your shoulders deflate a bit at that, worrying youâve wasted your time and his for nothing. He doesnât let you stay like that for long though.
âI want to help you though. Truly. I know reaching out for help is hard and Iâm glad you did.â
You look up at him then, âI can set aside some time for you once a week if youâre comfortable? We can review everything youâre not sure on until youâre up to speed.â
You were not expecting that. You thought heâd look over your questions and give you some articles and journals to review at best.
âAre you sure? I donât want to impose.â
âYou arenât. Iâm offering, Y/n.â
âThen I think yes, Iâd like that a lot.â
âGreat! Email me some times that work for you and weâll get started.â
~
This is all, admittedly, a bit above your pay grade.
Despite your best efforts, you are not a chill girl. Youâre not very cool. Thereâs nothing wrong with that usually! Youâre shy, but still manage to talk peopleâs ear off. Itâs normally a non-issue: thatâs just how you are. Today however, you are meeting with Dr. Reid and you are so not chill about it.
You had his class yesterday, and while you feel better knowing youâll finally have help, you couldnât focus on anything but today, so you retained nothing. All you can think about is saying something stupid or off putting and having him start to despise you.
You know you shouldnât worry this much. Heâs a professional, youâre trying to be, it should all go smoothly. Theyâre just the issue of the colony of butterflies who have taken up residence in your stomach. Youâre nervous, so nervous, and you are not the type to get this crazy over some guy. Yes, Dr. Reid is probably the hottest person youâve ever met, but heâs still human! You think⊠the fact that heâs some sort of super genius with multiple (multiple!) phds does not help to calm you.
Your entire walk to Dr. Reidâs office is spent worrying over all of this. In fact, youâre so caught in your head you find yourself barreling into someoneâs back as you walk through the door of the psychology department.
You rush to squeak out an apology while picking up your notebook, but are stopped short when you look up. Itâs Dr. Reid. Of course itâs Dr. Reid. You seem unable to be in the same vicinity of him without making a fool of yourself, so why would today be any different. Youâd hoped to be able to manage yourself for the better part of an hour, but your professors unbelievably solid back has literally knocked you on your ass.
You do notice a ghost of a smile on his face when you look up, and youâd like to think heâs admiring you clumsiness, but itâs not likely.
âHi,â you manage to say after a near excruciatingly long silence.
âIâm really sorry, I clearly wasnât looking at where I was walking.â
He laughs a bit, âItâs no problem honestly. You were the one knocked off your feet, so I really canât be upset aside from the fact you may have hurt yourself.â
This makes you breath hitch a bit. Maybe you are incredibly starved for attention from the male gender, but the slight affection of his words made you blush.
âOh, yeah, sure.â
If you were any more articulate youâd be a public speaker, but at least you always seem to make the man in front of you laugh.
âI was on my way to my office to meet with you, but since I already have, you can walk with me.â
You nod, pushing yourself off the ground, then blush again when you realize you had this entire conversation on the ground.
The walk is silent, and youâre sure itâs more uncomfortable for you than it is for him. Any question you had has completely exited your mind, and all you can think about is how good he looks in a suit, and how much staring you can reasonably get away with.
Your first session is sweet. You manage to hold it together in Dr. Reidâs presence. He is incredibly helpful one on one, and you feel more confident about the class than you have in weeks. Before you finish, he asks if youâd like to meet again.
âYeah, if thatâs alright. This helped so much, but I think I still probably need to do some more catch up work.â
âThatâs perfectly fine, Y/n, I wouldnât have offered otherwise.â
He pauses for a moment, like heâs considering something, before going on.
âIf itâs alright with you, Iâd like to give you my cell. I want you to be able to reach me if you need to reschedule, especially if we continue meeting, and itâs a bit easier than email.â
Youâre a bit stunned but manage to reply, âOf course! But, um, is that allowed? I donât want to over step.â
He looks away from you for a moment before replying, âIâm honestly not sure. Maybe we just donât tell anyone?â
You have to bite back a grin, but you nod nonetheless and exchange numbers.
Although you know you shouldnât be, youâre giddy the entire walk home.
~
So far, youâve met with Dr. Reid three times and havenât had to use his number once. Not that youâd been looking for an opportunity to though! It just hasnât come up at all until today.
Itâs been raining all morning, which normally you wouldnât mind, but youâre slightly under the weather and the thought of walking to campus and risking getting more sick doesnât sound appealing in the slightest. Though itâs not normally an issue, moments like this make you really wish you had a car.
Youâve asked everyone you knew for a ride, but they were all busy.
Currently, you were on the phone with Lena, listening as she tries to calm you down.
âHe gave you his number, Y/n. Just text him and say youâre sick and canât make it.â
âItâs the day of though! I donât want to come off as unprofessional.â
âBabe, again, you have his number. Your relationship isnât exactly the most profesh in the first place.â
âItâs not like that, Lena.â
âJust text him. Over explain everything like you know you want to. Heâll probably think itâs cute, maybe heâll even offer to come take care of you.â
You can hear the teasing lilt in her voice, but, still, you rush to defend him.
âYou know itâs not like that.â
âWhatever you say, babe. I gotta go, but text him. Itâll be fine.â
You say your goodbyes, and deep down you know sheâs right. About texting him, not the shy sort of seduction act she thinks you have.
After contemplating for a few more minutes, you type out your message and hit send.
You: Hi, Dr. Reid. This is Y/n from your criminal psych class. I know weâre supposed to meet today, but Iâm feeling like I have a bit of a cold coming on and donât want to risk walking in the rain.
You: Iâm sorry itâs late notice, if I could get there I would, scoutâs honor.
You were never in girl scouts. You donât actually know why you said that at all, but itâs too late to take it back now.
As much as you try not to, you watch your phone screen, waiting for a response.
Luckily, you donât have to wait long. You see a typing bubble pop up, then disappear, then pop up again, before finally two messages come through.
Dr. Reid: I completely understand. Donât worry.
Dr. Reid: I could come to you? If youâre comfortable.
When you read that, you feel your stomach drop to your ass. You decidedly not expect him to offer anything like that. A few things fly through your mind, but mainly that Lena may have been right, and having your professor come to your apartment is, at least, frowned up by admin. Still, the image of him in front of you, in your home, with your cat, is too much to resist.
With shaking fingers, you text him back.
You: That would be wonderful if youâre sure youâre okay with it.
You: Friendly warning, I have a very affectionate cat.
Dr. Reid: Good to know. Is 4 still alright?
You shoot him back a quick yes and your address, and then get to cleaning every square inch of your apartment.
~
Dr. Reid is an angel on Earth.
When you hear a knock at your door, you have to stop before answering to regulate your breathing. When you finally do, you see your professor in front of you in a cardigan (a fucking cardigan) and togo cup of tea that he immediately hands to you.
Itâs all like a hopeless romantics wet dream. Hot professor, in the rain, at your house, who clearly cares about you in some way? Itâs like heâs trying to kill you.
You step aside to let him in and move to your couch, âYou really didnât have to do this.â
He stands for a moment before sitting at the opposite end and saying through a laugh,âThe tea or coming over?â
âBoth, I guess? I just feel bad that Ive take up so much of your time. I feel like a bit of an inconvenience.â
âY/n, please stop worrying so much over this. I want to help you learn, itâs not an inconvenience or a both or unnecessary.â
You really look at him then, trying to read whether or not heâs being genuinely. He just seems too good to be true, like heâs a fiction character made just for you. Well, not just for you, but in your fantasies thatâs how youâll think about it.
The next couple hours are spent reviewing material you are sure he taught weeks ago and stealing glancing at his mouth when you are sure he is not looking. Your kitty makes a few appearances too, and seems to have formed an instant attachment to the doctor. You are not as sly with your staring as youâd like to think, and get caught a few too many times. Honestly, you are trying desperately not to think about anything but academia, but he makes it so unbelievably hard. Not to put the blame on him for your insatiability, but jesus fuck. Intelligence has always been incredibly sexy to you, and it oozes from him
Despite the distraction, youâve been doing good in terms of building your understanding. Now however, you are on the verge of tears, chocking down a knot in your throat as you try to make sense of anything coming out of Dr. Reidâs mouth. This has to be the third time heâd tried to explain it to you, and while this is the entire point of these meetings, you feel like a failure.
The doctor is lost in his own world, trying desperately to explain the concept in a digestible way, so he doesnât notice your state. That is, until you sniffle, just slightly, and immediately avert your gaze.
He cuts himself off, âY/n? Are, are you okay? Whatâs wrong.â
Itâs too much, so too much. What kind of dick asks something like that, with that much care in his voice. You canât help the tears starting to fall.
âIâm so sorry. I just, I canât understand it.â
He looks at you with his beautiful eyes and says, âY/n, itâs okay-â
âNo. God, you must think Iâm a fucking idiot. No, not fucking, I didnât mean to say fuck in front of you. God this is terrible.â
Youâre fully crying at this point, and you canât bear to look at Dr. Reid.
He stays silent for a moment, before you feel movement on the couch and look up to see he is much closer to you.
âYouâre incredibly intelligent, Y/n. I, I would never judge you for needing help.â
You bury your face in your palms, and, very eloquently, try to speak through them.
âSir, you really donât need to say that. I know I should have been able to grasp this weeks ago, all of this.â
âSpencer.â
You look up, âWhat?â
âMy name is Spencer. You donât have to call me sir or Dr. Reid. Iâd like for you to call me Spencer.â
âWell, Spencer then. Iâm sorry for wasting your time. I really donât know why I thought any of this would help, clearly thereâs something seriously wrong with-â
Youâre cut off by a hand on your jaw, guiding you to look up. Dr. Reidâs hand. Spencerâs hand, and itâs gentle and heâs staring at you, and you feel like your skin is on fire underneath his palm.
âThereâs nothing wrong with you, Y/n. Youâre one of the most capable, intelligent people Iâve ever met. Iâm breaking nearly 20 different codes of contact by being here, but I canât help it.â
You feel all your words caught in your throat, and all you can fucking think about is his hand and his eyes and his lips. You donât know what else to do, so, in an act of unusual bravery, you push forward and press your lips to his.
The response is immediate. All thoughts in your head are gone and replaced by a mantra of Spencerâs name. You feel his hands move to the nape of your neck, holding you to him, and his lips pressing yours open so he can glide his tongue over yours. Youâre breathless and ruined, and when he pulls back youâre too struck by him to speak.
âYou have no idea what you do to me, Y/n. Iâve never wanted anyone like this beforeâ
Your forehead is pressed to his and you breath out, âShow me.â
The hand on you tightens its grip, but the man before you pulls back a bit, and it becomes your only point of contact.
âI, I canât. Iâm your teacher, Iâm nearly 20 years older than you. I shouldnât have even kissed you.â
âI kissed you. I want you, this. I want whatever youâll give me.â
âItâs wrong, Y/n.â
âI donât care. I want you, Spencer.â
Hearing you say his name must break his resolve, because in a moment his lips find yours again, and heâs pulling you into his lap.
To recap, youâre in your home, on your couch, straddling the hottest man youâve ever seen, and his lips are trailing down your neck and over your clavicle. You put your arms around his neck, threading your hands through his hair and experimentally rolling your hips against his.
His hands grab your hips, stilling your movement, and breaks from his assault on your neck to say, âI wonât be able to control myself if you do that, Y/n. I need to know what you want.â
âI want all of it, doctor.â
The honorific must do something for him, because he growls low in his throat before once again connecting with your lips. The same hands that just stilled your movement now guide your hips to press into him harder. You feel his length beneath you and moan into his mouth.
Youâd fantasized about this for months, but now itâs actually happening and itâs so much better than you could have ever imagined. You feel him every where, and he knows exactly what to do and whisper in your ear to drive you fucking crazy.
You move your hands from his hair and break from his lips to pull your shirt off. You make eye contact with him and then reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, leaving that part of yourself entirely exposed to him.
âFuck, Y/n.â
The expletive takes you by surprise for a moment, but you snap out of it quickly, taking one of his hands and bringing it to your chest. He moves quickly from that point, cupping your breast in his hand and toying with your nipple. Your lips find his again, and you feel him move to flip you, but you stop him before he can.
âBedroom, Spencer. Please.â
He nods and you climb from his lap. On your way to the room, he discards his shirt. You canât help but ogle his frame. Heâs slender and sinewy, but youâd be lying if you said he wasnât the most beautiful thing youâd ever seen. The angles and curves of his frame fit
together to create the perfect portrait of a man. He has scars littered over his arms and torso, but they donât phase you.
Youâre under him on the bed now, your core raising to meet his desperately.
âYouâre so beautiful. So beautiful, Iâm so lucky.â
His words cause a blush to form on your cheeks, which you can barely focus on as his hands are in the process of pulling your shorts and panties down your legs.
âGod, Y/n, youâre soaked.â
You whine as his fingers make contact with where you need him most.
âIs this all for me, Y/n? Tell me.â
âYou. Only you.â
âJesus, Y/n.â
If someone had asked hours ago you what you thought your professor would be like in bed, this was the last thing you wouldâve said. Not that anyone would ask⊠but still. Heâs nerdy and adorable, and while his looks are literally to die for, he doesnât scream âIâm gonna fuck your brains outâ.
His fingers pick up their pace on your clit as you find yourself trying to undo his belt. Youâre desperate to see him as bare as you are. He stops to help you get his pants down, and when you see him in his full glory you feel a little faint.
âYouâre so big.â
He lets a little whine slip through, âYeah? Biggest youâve had?â
You blush a little at his tone. As much as youâre trying to fake it, you donât have as much experience in this field as one might expect for a girl your age.
âIâve only been with one other person, so yeah.â
Your candor is decidedly not sexy, and you really have no clue why you would say that right now. The man above you does not seem deterred though, if anything it spurs him on.
âFuck, Y/n. Didnât know you were so innocent.â
You blush again, but reach to grab him, trying to prove how good you can be. Heâs heavy in your hand, and part of you worries how heâll fit. You know youâre programmed to accommodate, but the thought is daunting.
He must sense your concern when he says, âDonât worry, love. Gonna stretch you out for me.â
With that, his fingers resume their previous task, and he slowly moves down to trace your entrance with his middle finger. The sensation has you spinning, and let breathless moans leave your body he slowly starts to open you up. His fingers are long and precise in their movements. Every time he thrusts into you, they graze a spot that sends sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
âYouâre doing so good for me, Y/n. So, so good for me.â
You can barely breathe, and your climax comes closer with every passing second. When his thumb moves to press over your clit and his other hand presses firmly on your lower stomach, youâre done for.
âGood girl, Y/n. Coming so pretty on my hand.â
Your orgasm is stupefying, and all you can think or say is Spencerâs name. You grab at him, desperate to find something to ground you, and you hear him moan as your nails dig into his back. He doesnât stop for a moment, continuing to press into you and riding you through your high.
Once you come down, though you can still feel your legs shaking, you want more. You want all of him. You take him in your hand again, pumping up and down his shaft at a lazy pace.
âSpencer, I need you to fuck me.â
He laughs, his hand still on your core, âAsk nicely, Y/n. You come on my fingers and all of a sudden your manners disappear?â
You didnât want to admit it, but heâs right.
âPlease, Spencer. Please fuck me, I need it.â
âGood girl,â he takes your wrist and leads your hand to your mouth. âSpit.â
You arenât exactly sure what heâs doing. You think he might be teasing you more, letting you work him over until you beg, but he answers all your questions quickly.
He guide your hand back to grab him, helping you jerk him off before he grabs himself and lines up with your entrance.
In his first Dr. Reid like moment in the last hour he stops and asks, âFuck do you have a condom? I obviously didnât think weâd do this, so I donât have anything on me.â
Youâre panting with anticipation at this point, but still manage to get out, âIâm on the pill and Iâm clean. I trust you.â
His eyes go soft for a moment, before he continues his previous mission. He lines up again with you, before teasing your slit with the head of his cock. If you didnât want him so bad, you couldâve come like this, but you are desperate. You push your hips up, hoping he gets the point, and he does.
âI could play with you all day if youâd let me, Y/n.â
You want to protest, and tell him to get on with it, but you donât have to. You feel his tip
slowly pushing into you as he lets out a groan.
âYouâre so fucking tight.â
Heâs slow and careful, and you canât remember sex ever feeling this good. You know he isnât all the way in, but you already feel so full. When he does reach the hilt, you let out a low moan at the feeling. Heâs completely inside of you, filling you in a way that is unbelievably good. He stays still for a moment before slowly pulling back and thrusting into you.
You can tell heâs being gentle, but hard enough and fast enough to have your legs start shaking more heavily again. You already feel a pit in your stomach, and you know youâre going to come, for a second time, embarrassingly fast.
âFuck yes. So good for me, Y/n.â
The way your name sounds in his mouth drives you crazy. The only thing you can think about is how badly you want this moment to go on forever. Everything about him is perfect. Even now, while fucking your brains out (literally, you could make yourself say a word even if you wanted to), heâs cupping your head in his hand and telling you how beautiful you are.
Now that youâre more accustomed to the size of him, he takes your thigh, pushing it up to your chest, and starts too fuck into you faster and harder. His pelvis rubs over your clit with every thrust, driving you crazy. Your hands are in his hair and down his back, grabbing and clawing at him.
âYou love taking this cock, huh baby? Canât even talk, huh?â
His words go straight to your core, but you know what you need to come again. You guide his hand up near your sternum and manage to cry out a few words.
âPlease, need it. Need you.â
He takes your request to heart and moves his hand to your neck, squeezing the sides. You feel yourself get light headed in the most incredible way. Tears are forming in your eyes. The feeling is so intense.
âSo perfect for me. Such a smart girl and youâre just gonna let me fuck you dumb?â
Youâre close, and you can feel the pit in your stomach start to spread and take over. Spencerâs hand on your throat tightens slightly, and it only take a few more thrusts before youâre coming on him.
âComing. Fuck, Spence youâre making me come.â
âThatâs right. Come all over me. Show me how good I make you feel.â
Your vision is going white at the edges and you feel like your whole body is shaking.
âFuck, gonna come just watching you. Gotta pull out, baby.â
You grab him before he can, âNo! Want it inside me.â
He groans above you and you feel his hips stutter.
âFucking Jesus. Want me to fill you? Make this you mine?â
You nod, the tears now falling down the sides of your face.
âGonna come, baby.â
You can feel when he does. His dick is pulsing in you, filling you completely, just like he said he would.
When he comes down, he pushes his lips to yours, kissing you with an intensity youâve never felt before. For a while, he just lays there, kissing you.
âGonna pull out now. Gotta clean you up.â
You whine, but nod regardless. You feel empty at the loss of him, but you donât have much time to think about it before you feel a warm towel wipe around your centre.
âYou gotta go pee, Y/n. Donât want to develop a UTI.â
Five minutes ago this man was coming inside of you, and now heâs back to being the man who came to your house in the rain with tea. You do know heâs right though, so you pull yourself out of your bed on shaking legs and make your way to your bathroom.
When you come back in, you find Spencer with his pants back on. Your heart breaks a little.
In a small voice you ask, âAre you leaving?â
He looks up at you then, âDo you want me to stay?â
You donât know why you wouldnât.
âIf you donât want to you donât have to.â
You can feel tears welling up again, but these are different from before; he notices immediately.
âBaby, baby donât worry. I donât want to go, I just didnât want to over step.â
You laugh a little at that, wiping your eyes, âI think weâve gotten over all the steps, Spencer. I, I want - Just please stay.â
He nods and moves to take off his pants before sliding into place next to you. His arm wraps around your waist and you feel a tingle in the spots where he touches you.
âI donât want to have this be a one time thing,â you blurt out.
You feel him hold you a little tighter then.
âI was never planning that, Y/n. Now, sleep. We can talk about how much Iâve come to adore you tomorrow.â
END!! i hope you all love it!
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THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE
SECOND ROUND: 7th Tilt
Will Scarlett, BBCâs Robin Hood (2006-2009) VS. Sir Guy of Gisbourne, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)
Propaganda
Will Scarlett, BBCâs Robin Hood (2006-2009) Portrayed by: Harry Lloyd Defeated Opponents: - George Plantagenet, Duke of Clarence [David Oakes], The White Queen (2013) - Francesco de Pazzi [Matteo Martari], Medici (2016-2019)
âYOU know Harry Lloyd as Viserys Targaryen and Every Other Shitheel in Every British-cast Show Ever, but I will forever know him as Mr. Herbert pocket in Great Expectations, and as Will Scarlett--both of whom stand as testament to the fact that Harry Lloyd can play characters that aren't shit-rags every once in a damn while. And OKAY, so he doesn't necessarily live up to the legacy of the "gaily feathered bird" like other Will Scarletts, but he's got OTHER virtues. He's SMART. He's PRETTY. He's got a little bit of the BROODING. He's got the knowing of woodcrafts: he can get you in and out of anywhere you wanna go and he can carve you things. He's a voice of reason, he has a plan when Robin doesnât, and a dry wit--maybe a stick in the mud sometimes, but that's O-KAY, he's CUTEEE.â
Sir Guy of Gisbourne, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Portrayed by: Basil Rathbone Defeated Opponents: - Nasir [Mark Ryan], Robin of Sherwood (1984-1986) - Finan [Mark Rowley], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)
âJustice for Basil Rathbone's superlative Hot Villain Energy, his incredible fencing calves, his smirk, his sneer, and his really quite distractingly hot hands.â
Additional Propaganda Under the Cut
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For Will Scarlett:
For Sir Guy:
âThe fencing in this movie is SO GOOD and thatâs mostly because Basil was an Olympic pro and made everybody else look so good. Iâve never seen faster fencing than Guy and Robin Hood in the final sequence!â
âAlthough Prince John and the Sheriff are the leading antagonists, Basil Rathbone as Sir Guy is the perfect foil for Errol Flynnâs Robin. Sir Guy is an archetypal hot aristocratic villain, with charisma, sword fighting skill, and a hard, arrogant edge.â
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Idia Shroud - "You Have Some Nerve"
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In which during class you notice a certain Ignihyde dorm prefect is distractingly attractive. Or; In which Idia Shroud's handsome face gets the attention of a certain blunt and scary looking loud mouth and they confront him in the hallway after class.
Part 1 of my new Otaku Ă Delinquent Series
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"Hey! Hey you!"
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"Hey, you! With the fire hair!"
"Mâme?"
"Yes, you; who else has here flaming hair!"
"Uâuh... What did you need..?"
"How dare you! Do you have no shame!?"
"Whaâ !?"
"Who gave you permission to be so damn attractive!?"
"Attraâ aâaâattractive!??"
"You're so damn handsome over there and it's distracting! How dare you be so hot, you jerk!"
"Ah! IâI'm so sâsorry!!!"
"You'd better make it up to me!"
"Oâof course, anything!!!"
"Good! We're going on a date, is that clear!?"
"Câcrystal!!!"
"I'll meet you outside of Ignihyde's dorm at 7pm tomorrow, got it!"
"Yâyes!"
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Finally
Joel Miller x f!reader
No physical description except female sex organs and having hair, no use of y/n
Summary: After losing contact with your lover Joel and his brother for five years, Tommy finds you and brings you into Jackson. You reunite with Joel but it doesn't take long for him to project his insecurity onto you. You talk to Tommy about it until Joel comes and finds you. You have make up sex/five years overdue sex, and end with a shower that eases some feelings out of you as you relax in your new home with Joel
Word count: 7.7k
Warnings: (18+, MINORS DNI) PIV unprotected sex, creampie, mating press, slight hair pulling, slight edging, dirty talk, Joel has a big ol weiner, pet names (baby, babygirl, good girl, sweet girl, darling, my love), you and Joel have an argument, âslutâ used derogatorily, accused cheating, brief drinking, kind of insecure!Joel, Tess doesnât exist
A/n: this is the longest itâs ever taken me to post anything lol (and also the longest thing iâve written i think?). the quality will not correlate I was messing around with like four other ideas this is the just the only one that got somewhere, also been having way less time to write and that will probably continue 3: also finally did smut (for the one person who has said they want me to lol love u)
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Riding up to the gates of Jackson, you feel like a teenager on their first day of high school, distractingly nervous but drifted forward by hopeful butterflies. You grip the leather reins and look to Tommy riding beside you, he grants you a reassuring grin. In front of you, the gates, made of lines of thick logs with a large rusty lock, start to groan open. Tommy slips through before you and you follow him into a different worldâa ghost and dream, lit up by string lights, appearing warm despite the winter, healthy and alive. Your focus, however, concentrates on the faces, many of which are looking back at your new one. Flicking from one to the next, your heart rises and falls with every one that isnât Joelâs. Tommyâs promise has your senses perked up like an animal.Â
Ahead of you on the road, you double take a man with his back to you. Despite this and his hair being too gray, his posture and step are unmistakable.Â
âJoel,â you utter, soft, a reaction rather than a call out; it croaks out of your throat, dusty from all its time stuck there. Awakened, his name erupts from you then, âJoel,âÂ
The man stops dead, then whirls around, and you stop breathing because it is him. Unable to look away, you stumble off of your horse and begin to walk towards him. Itâs silent, almost frighteningly so, even if itâs just in your head, because it makes it feel like a dream, like if you so much as blink heâll be gone or youâll be awake.Â
Joel mirrors you, then jogs, you feel hot tears behind your eyes, and then you collide, grabbing at each other like youâre making up for every lost embrace from the past five years apart. He makes a sound, holding you with his cheek on the side of your head. You shake once with a cry, a mixture of shock that keeps your eyes wide open, though blind, actualization flowing through you and into your fingers digging into his thick coat and tangling in his hair, dregs of sorrow and resentment against time finally detaching like leeches, and love, powerfully swirling around everything inside of you.Â
Then you hear his voice for the first time, âOh, baby,â and your eyes squeeze shut and you start to cry, and he holds you tighter. You canât stop it, fueled by relief in the intense familiarity of the pressure of his arms, his scent, his voice, the way he breathes.Â
Once youâre breathing properly, Joel pulls away, holding your waist. He looks you over, making sure youâre real and here, and when you are, he slips a hand under your jaw and pulls your wet face into a kiss. For a moment your lips are simply pressed, frozen, overwhelmed, and then they move, and you kiss starved, revived. The feeling of sanctuary rekindling floods you, your face quivering with tears, and you have to pull apart for a breath.Â
And Joel is still here, and you hold his face in your hands because heâs so beautiful and heâs finally here. You take in each otherâs new featuresâwrinkles, grays, scars. You slide your thumb over his cheek, feeling his rough skin, and then you meet in the stars in each otherâs blown out pupils.Â
Simultaneously, you start to giggle, giddy, and then you guffaw, holding each other, and Joel pulls you back in. Tightly, he sways you like a doll, and you feel his laughter through his body like against a speaker playing heavy base. Being in his arms feels like life being unpaused.Â
âTommy!â He cries over your shoulder, still laughing, âWhere the fuck didâyou find âer?â Still held tightly against him, you canât hear Tommyâs response, but then Joel repeats âOh, baby.â and leans his head down to loudly kiss the side of your face.
You pull away and admire him. No image that youâd drawn up in your imagination compares to Joel in the flesh. Running your hand through his longer, silvered hair, you realize just how much you were missing out on.Â
âI found you.â You whisper.Â
He chuckles with a wide smile, âYou found me.â And then takes you back to him, âI missed you so much, baby.âÂ
âI missed you to death.â You mumble into him.Â
Tommyâs voice sounds nearby, chuckling âDonât smother âer to death, we just got âer back!â You part and turn to look at him with a rawly genuine grin. A sincere smile curves back. You thank him through your eyes and he nods. Joel strides past you to hug his brother, long and meaningful.Â
Then he turns to you, hand still on Tommyâs shoulder, and looks you up and down. âCome on, you must be freezinâ, Iâll take you up to the house.â
âThe house?â You question as he guides you back up the road.
âThe house.â He confirms with an amiable smirk, hugging you to his side by an arm wrapped around you.Â
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âI know, I know!â Joel enthuses as he closes the door behind you, watching you turn in a circle, mouth agape, taking in the house, which is actually fully intact, walls and furniture alike, basically clean. It smells like Joel and his jacket hangs on the pegboard on the wall next to the door. An acoustic guitar leans against the couch, which has a blanket hung over the back, thereâs a mug out on the table, probably still half full and coldâthis is Joelâs house.Â
âLook, look,â he calls and rushes to the kitchen sink. He turns the handle and water flows out in a powerful stream, and you stride over, mouth still open in astonishment. You put your hand under the faucet and feel the water heating up.Â
âHot water!?â You cry, and you both burst out laughing again in joyful gratitude. You stop suddenly and Joel turns off the faucet. âDoes this mean⊠shower?â Joel gives you a dramatic frown, raising his brows and shrugging, then nods his head to the stairs. Tugging at his arm, you cry out his name, thrilled. He takes off and you race him up the steps.Â
âI can getâchou some clean clothes easyâhow long you been wearing those?âÂ
âDisturbingly long.âÂ
Joel laughs. âYou meet Tommyâs wife yet?â He looks back at you shaking your head as he opens his bedroom door, âWell, sheâll take care a yaâ.â He steps into the middle of the room and turns back to you and you magnetize, holding each other by your arms. âMan, when I first got here I just kept thinkinâ how much youâd love this place.âÂ
The image of that almost makes you blush and your heart swells, knowing that he was still yours while you were gone, playing house with an imaginary you. âDamn straight I do. Fuck, youâve just been livinâ it up.â Looking over his face, youâre beginning to relearn it.Â
âWell, I am now.â His expression shifts from excitement into contentment and he murmurs, âI missed you so much, baby,âÂ
Fitting together comfortably, you join for a kiss.Â
The calm of the room allows you to experience your feelings wholly, inside and out; thus, a shared heat is overt and you strip your jackets, not parting lips and hurriedly reattaching your bodies.Â
âShit,â you breathe out, craving him and finally being satisfied at the same time as his warm, powerful hands move over you, sliding up and down your sides, your back, up your forearm as your hand brushes over his face and into his hair and with your other you squeeze his thick bicep. He walks you into the wall, clutching your middle to him with an arm wrapped around you. His other hand drags from your face down your neck, flush against your skin as he continues slowly lowering it further, past your collarbone. Your chest expanding in a deep breath lifts it into his hand and Joel swears, then repeats in a murmur, âI missed you so much baby.â You respond with a whimper and wetter kiss, pulling him ever closer, and he swears again, the hand on your back clenching the fabric of your shirt. Then he moves it to the underside of your leg, between your thigh and your ass, and lifts, holding your thigh next to his leg with your foot dangling, toes curling in your boot. Truth is, no one has touched you since Joel, save for yourself, so heâs driving you crazy right now.
Your mouths together compose a natural melody, one motion rolling into the next, constantly finding and looking for more and youâre obsessed again with his flavor. If this lasted forever you wouldnât even notice. But, just as he moans into your lips, Joel suddenly pulls back and holds you away by your waist.
You rest your hands on his forearms. âJoel?â You inquire, catching your breath, and then slide a hand over his cheek and under his chin to lift his head, looking for some kind of communication from his expression. He meets your eyes for only a second before he lets go of you completely, turning away and walking to the other side of the room.Â
You stay where you are, granting him space. âJoel? Whatâs wrong?â He turns to you but his head is bowed. ââŠJoel?â Anxiety scratches at your heart and you wipe your mouth.Â
Sighing heavily, he slowly rubs his hand over his face before finally speaking up, âLook⊠before we⊠go any further, I gotta askâŠâ he leans his hand on the short dresser and when he looks up his expression is unexpectedly serious. âIs there someone else?â
It takes you a couple seconds to put it together, but you ask anyway, just to make sure, ââŠWhat do you mean?â
Instantly, he replies, âYou know what I mean.â Firmer this time, he repeats, âIs there someone else?â Confounded, youâre tongue tied, and he takes it as confirmation of his suspicions. âThere is, isnât there?â He almost sneers.
The atmosphere has shifted dramatically; just a few minutes ago he was laughing brightly with you, and about thirty seconds ago he was caressing you, amorous and loving.
âAre you joking?â Joelâs face says âwhat do you think?â and you screw your own face up. âAre you asking me if I have some secret partner?â You ask once again just to be sure. He says nothing, only looks on unrelentingly and puts his hands on his hips, bent knee sticking out. You laugh coldly. âHoly shit.â
Near monotone, he asks, âWhyâs that funny?â
âI justâwasnât expecting this, at all, I mean this is just⊠do you realize how much of a jackass youâre being right now?â You pause, he says nothing. âWell, Iâm not having a fucking affair. Okay? Jesus.âÂ
Joel huffs, keeping stoney eye contact, and grinds his teeth. You let him brew in the silence. Still, after all this time, you can read him like a bookâhe has convinced himself that you found someone better while he was gone and have come back only to blow sand in his eyes, and then youâre going to run off to your new, superior lover, leaving him on his ass in the mud. And although he doesnât want it to be true, he always puts so much faith into awful assumptions, and he hates being wrong.Â
You sigh in understanding but speak to him sternly, âJoel, you are making this shit up in your head and just putting it on me. Thatâs not fair. Donât do this. Thereâs no reason to do this.â
Defensively, he suddenly raises his voice, âI jusâ wanna make sure Iâm not steppinâ on any toes.â With a bite, he finishes, âIâm jusâ sayinâ, if there is someone else, nowâs the time to leave.âÂ
Your expression turns unsympathetic, brow pinched and mouth parted in amazement, and then you counter venomously, âI donât know who you think I am. I donât know what kind of twisted version of me youâve created in your head. Are you trying to call me a fucking slut? Thatâs the kind of narrative you've thought up? Thatâs what youâve been thinking about while Iâve been goneâme betraying you?â
Joelâs eyes are closed and his head is shaking before you even finish, pinching his brow with two fingers, âNo, no,â
You cut right back in, âAlright, well thatâs what it fucking sounds like to me so I am going to leave nowânot to run off to some paramour,â you spit, âbut because youâre being a fucking asshole and need to run this one back through before you talk to me again.âÂ
âWâwait,â He tries, but youâve already spun on your heel, snatching up your jacket, and rush out with heavy footsteps. You donât bother closing his front door behind you and donât look back, not hearing anything either.Â
You donât know this town yet, but you keep the same pace you left Joelâs with and just follow the road, packed white with hard snow. The sharp air makes your eyes water and you swipe your hands at them blurring your vision. Your breaths, fast with your fiery heartbeat, blow steamy clouds like puffs of white smoke.Â
You stop the first passerby you see, âThereâs a bar here, right?â Your tongue hasnât fully cooled yet and you try not to sound harsh. Youâre almost out of breath.Â
âYeah,â the tall womanïżœïżœïżœs voice is mousy and she tucks stray black hair into her hat, then turns and points, âjust follow this road, youâll come to Main Street, itâll be on your right.â As she turns her head back to you she adds, âItâs called the Tispy Bison.â
âThank you.â you nod, do your best to smile, and continue on.
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A rush of warm air blows out through the door swinging open and your nose starts to run as you step into the Tipsy Bison. It appears very âAmericanâ themed, with its warm, inoffensively red walls, everything countryâstyle wood, and taxidermy wall mounts. Crowning bright soda fridges are neon red CocaâCola logos. A few lively groups are scattered about, talking and laughing. Blinking into the reality of the massive dining hall, you wipe your nose with your sleeve; itâs so much like the world before and for some reason it intimidates you. As you scan the room, you spot Tommy at the bar and remember youâre thirsty.
He smiles when he notices you approaching but it fades and he furrows his brow as he regards your expression. You slip into the chair next to him and he turns his torso to face you, one arm resting over the back of his seat, the other on the bar with a beer in his hand.
A gravelly voice from behind the bar asks, âWhat can I get ya?â and you turn to a friendly looking woman with thick, coily hair and dark teeth.
âSurprise me.â
âGotcha. Cominâ right up.â She smiles and moves away.Â
Turning your attention back to Tommy, his brow is still furrowed, as it is most of the time, really, and he bites his lip. âTrouble in paradise?â
You turn forward to rest your elbows on the bar and slide your head through your hands, pulling your cheeks, then resting them on the sides of your head. âYour brotherâs being a little shit.â
He chuckles. âYeah, heâs pretty good at that. Whatâeâdo?â
During the time youâd been with Joel, you became close with his brother, too. Tommy has always been easy to talk to and you pick right up where you left off. Itâs nice to have someone to talk candidly to about Joel, and youâre sure he feels the same.Â
âSame kind of shit he always doesâassume the worst in everyone and stick them with it for no fucking reason.â
âYeah, thatâs pretty classic Joel.â He sips his beer and smacks his lips. âYou know he does really love you, though.â
âNo, I know, I mean, I can tell even with this,â you remove your hands from your head and turn to him, âheâs accusing me of having âsomeone elseâ,â you air quote as you confide, âlike Iâm having a fucking affair. Came outta nowhere.â Looking to the side to blow out a breath, your eyes automatically flick around your surroundings.
âHeâs just insecure.â
âI know. Itâs not like Iâm cutting him off or anything, and I want to stay in Jackson, I just told him to⊠cool off, in so many words. You know I love him too, I just had to fucking leave.âÂ
Just then, the voice sounds again beside you, âHereâs that surprise for ya.â She places a short, ribbed glass in front of you, a blood orange drink on the rocks.Â
âThank you.â You immediately take a swig and itâs bittersweet and smooth.Â
As you do, Tommy says, âYeah, good call. He just needs to get checked sometimes, yâknow? Heâll figure it out. Heâs just⊠yeah, heâs insecure.â
Looking down into your drink, you add, âHe hates himself.â and spin the glass over the smooth bar. âThatâs his worst quality. Thatâs the only thing I would change about him.â
Tommy sighs. âI think what makes it worse for him is how much he loves you.â He shakes his head, âHe just gets so damn scared. He has no idea how strong he is, how good he is⊠I think we see a real different version of him than he does.â You nod. Thereâs a beat of silence before he continues, âItâs just⊠loss, yâknow? Itâs like he just wantsâtâ beat it to the punch. He always feels like heâs doinâ sumân wrong. Always thinkinâ itâs his fault.âÂ
You nod again. âYou said it: he sees a real different version of himself than we do. I just wish I couldâŠâ you suck your teeth and turn to him, âI keep trying to talk him out of it, you know? Do you think that works?â
He looks down to think for a while, then looks back at you and concludes, âI think⊠itâs gotta be him.âÂ
You nod, âYeah, I know what you mean.âÂ
To lighten the mood, Tommy smiles, âWell, donâtchou worry, heâll be crawlinâ back tâyou with his tail between his legs any second now.â You âpshâ, looking ahead and admiring the warm-toned colored bottles shelved on the wall. Then he adds, âYouâll never lose âim, you know.â
You sip your drink and roll his words around with it, full, mellow, but strongly bittersweet. You and Joel had been separated for a long time, wherein all you had was faith, and you gripped that rope tight and never let go, just like he would for you, just like he did for Tommy. Joel has yet to let you downâheâs fucked up many times, but heâs never let you down, because he puts his heart into everything he does; itâs maybe his most admirable and most troubling trait. He loves so hard it hurts, sometimes not just him. Youâll never run out of patience though, because heâs your Joel, and you love him to death. He hit you like a bullet, quick and good, and heâs lodged somewhere inside of you, unretrievable.Â
âSpeak a the devil.â Tommyâs voice breaks you out of reflection, looking past you, and you turn to see Joel, halfway in the doorway, devastating eyes and all. For a moment you just watch him, awkward in the doorway, admiring his presence, but you keep a straight, neutral face. You look back at Tommy as you take a last swig of your drink and he smiles with understanding eyes.Â
Hopping down from your stool and strolling towards Joel, you have to bite hard back a smile, though youâre still pissed. Catching him doing the same, you briefly question why you have to do this dance instead of just leaping back into each other, mixing into your color and staying like that in his bed, which must be so soft and comfortable and warm with him in it. He is so god damn beautiful and itâs been so long that your hands twist nervously behind your back and you feel yourself blushing, so you turn your head down as you near him. You have good reason to show him youâre upset, thoughâthe dance is important.Â
âCan we talk?â He asks you, voice entirely soft.Â
You look up at him, pause, and then nod. Joel turns back outside slowly and does more than he needs to to hold the door for you.
Winter is near its end but youâve arrived just in time for a cold snap; the wind has picked up significantly in the short time youâve been inside, icey and sharp, and you bend your head down against it and hug yourself. Joel starts to put his arm around you but pulls away, glancing at you with awkward steps towards his house.Â
âHold me.â You answer, so he does, arm around your shoulders, curving himself around you as the wind whips. The man is a living furnace, you can feel it even like this.Â
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Itâs silent until youâre back in Joelâs house, too cold and windy for any kind of conversation. Adjusting to the indoors, you both blow out sighs, and Joel impulsively helps you out of your coat and hangs it on the peg next to his on the wall by the door. Then he just stands awkwardly; heâs never been good at this. Whatâs important, though, is that heâs trying. Waiting patiently for him to gather his thoughts, you lean against a wall with your hands behind your back. After a moment, he looks around, sucking his teeth, and then moves ungainly to sit in a chair at the table. You follow and sit across from him. More silence, he fiddles with his hands on the table in front of him and grinds his teeth. Under the table, you run a finger back and forth over the woodâs grooves on its apron.Â
âOkay,â he starts, then pauses, keeping his gaze on his hands. âIâm sorry.â His voice sounds rehearsed, like he said âIâm sorryâ in his head twenty times before he spoke it. âI was wrong. I didnât mean tâ⊠I mean Iâd be pissed too, if you said sumân like that to me. I know thatâs not you. I was jusâ⊠scared,â he wills the word out, looking off to some spot on the floor, âYouâre right, I,â he pauses, then motions his hand up in circles next to his head, âI jusâ, made this whole story up in my head. I mean we havenât even talked about, yâknow, whatâs happened in the past five years. I have no idea what you did or didnât do, and itâs not my business unless you want it to be. I jusâ, I donât know,â he shifts back in his chair and fiddles with his hands again, âI was just afraid that yâd⊠forgottân about me or found someone better or, uhhâŠyâyââ
Watching him start to fumble over his words, you decide that now is an ok time to cut in, starting quiet and gentle, âI didnât.â Joel looks at you as you speak, his brow furrowed up. âI never forgot about you. I thought about you every day. I was scared, too, I didnât know anything about how you were doing or where you were, I didnât know if I was ever gonna see you again, but I just lived like I would. I couldnât let you go. I couldnât, I wasnât able to. And thereâs no one better, Joel,â you slide your hand over the table to take one of his. He unclasps them to fold it in and watches his thumb stroke over your hand. âYou are the only one. What I feel for you canât be touched. Even if I tried, I donât think I could be with anyone else. But I didnât try. All I did was miss you.â
At that, Joel takes your hand with both of his, taking a deep breath, and then leans in to place soft kisses over your knuckles, peering up at you as he does. A bolt in your core throbs heat into the rest of your body and you feel slightly dizzy. Again, you haven't had any kind of touch like this since the last time you were with Joel, so youâre starving for it, but above all, for Joel. His lips are gentle, his hands are warm and burly folded around yours.Â
You slip your hand out of his and get up from the table. He watches you walk to his side to fix your level of separation and he stands and joins you back into an embrace.Â
You sink into each other, bodies and minds fusing as if you were never apart. You match temperatures so all you feel is the pressure of his hands sliding up your back, under your shirt. In his hold, your back is arched and your hips are met; thereâs barely any space between your bodies at all. You hold onto his face, running your hands over it, messing up his hair, focusing on his lips, letting him do the work on your body. Joel places a hand on the front of your thigh and starts slowly dragging it up. You twitch under it, desire like a lightning storm around under his touch. You nearly jerk into it and he finally slides his broad hand flush between your thighs. Your head falls back and he doesnât miss a beat, moving his lips on your neck, and it forces a moan out of you.Â
âYou like that?â He says into your skin, barely out of a kiss, nose pressed against it.Â
âYes,â you whine, âplease, oh my god.â
You feel Joel smile into your neck and he nips it. âJump up.â You do, his hands out and ready to catch your thighs. This was a regular trick of yours and apparently your bodies havenât forgotten it. As he starts for the stairs, you lean yourself over his shoulder. The placement of his hands are in both the best and worst spot, splayed just barely over every area you want him to touch. You hold onto his neck as he brings you upstairs and laugh when he kicks his bedroom door open, making it bang loudly against the wall. Once you drop back down to the ground, you connect your mouths again and immediately start to strip. While you struggle with the buttons on his shirt he undoes his belt and jeans and then yours. You rip his flannel off of him, annoyed at it, and then slide your hands under his shirt. You feel over his chest, around his back, and up his sides, relishing in it, and he chuckles into your lips before helping you pull it off. He wastes no time on your shirt, loving that youâre braless, caressing your chest, and then pulls you in, pressing your bare fronts together. You moan in the satisfaction of feeling him like this again. His calloused hands run smoothly up your back and on their way down pass briefly under your waistband. You raise him by slipping your hand all the way into his jeans, cupping his hardening cock. He swears into your mouth as you find hold of it. It electrifies you further, having forgotten about this part of him. Quickening breaths deepen the rise and fall of your chest against his.
He pulls his lips from yours and his voice is gruff when he says, âYouâre killinâ me darlinâ.â
The tone and the way heâs hardening in your hands is driving you wildly lustful and you tell him frankly, voice pitched high, âI want you so bad Joel I love your cock I need you to fuck me,â all of this wet into his lips.Â
Immediately, Joel tugs down your pants, but when theyâre at your knees, he pulls away to look at you and he says âBoots.â You both laugh breathily and sit down on the edge of his bedâyour pants still halfway downâundoing your laces hastily. He finishes first and then helps you untie the laces of your other shoe, both of you chuckling with heavy breaths. You kick them off and then Joel moves in front of you, taking hold of the cuffs of your jeans to pull them off. Once they are, in one swift motion, he opens your legs up with his in between them, and, still standing but leaning over you on the bed, he slips his hand back between your legs. He places it flush against you through your underwear, which would be embarrassingly dirty, but who fucking cares? Theyâll be gone soon anyway. Joelâs mouth opens amorously, watching your eyes as you let out a long, embarrassingly pornographic moan at the raw enough contact. He slides down deeper, the heel of his hand pressing lightly and thrillingly on your clit and you gasp into another moan. He grins and then leans his head down to your neck, dragging his tongue up its full length.
âFuck,â you drawl involuntarily as a shiver runs through you and you hook your arms under his to claw his back. When Joel slides his hand back up between your legs, wetness seeps from your slit. Joel chuckles erotically, his breath over the line of his saliva on your neck making it worse and your legs open wider. The heat under his hand matches that in your chest and your breaths are more desperate in want of him.
Fed up of him taking it so slow, you slide your hands under him and push him up, holding onto his biceps to pull you up with him as he stands, and lick into his mouth. Your other hand goes straight into his pants and under his briefs, teasing him like he had you. When he moans into your mouth you squeeze only slightly and then slowly move your hand up until your thumb comes to the spot just before the underside of his tip. You begin working it like that, teasing him wet and sensitive in your hand.Â
Joel pulls his face away from yours, eyes closed, and breathes out âShit.â He squeezes the arm reached down and moves his hips into your hand. You keep at it, biting your lip watching him. âAh, oh, fuck,â he mumbles, almost sluring his words, and warns, âIf you donât stop Iâm gonna cum,â when you do stop, he groans.Â
Bringing your hand away from him, you settle it on his belly and wrap your other arm around his neck to nuzzle your face into it and mumble, âI missed your cock so much, I miss feeling it, I wanna see you cum,â
âFuck.â Joel states, then commands, âLay back on the bed.â You do as youâre told, propping yourself up with your forearms behind you on the bed and watch him drop his pants. Finally naked, his cock bounces to flip onto his stomach, reaching just under his belly button; dark curls hide everything else. Your sigh is almost a moan just looking at him, like a meaty roman sculpture of the exemplary man. His brow shadows sultry eyes and, like an animal in heat, you open your legs, peering up at him needily.
He slowly crawls over you and whispers, âMove up for me darlinâ,â nodding his head to the side for you to lay properly on the bed, head on his pillow. He reaches past you to click on the bedside lamp and then sits up on his knees, admiring you under the goldenâyellow light. He places a large hand on your stomach, adding pressure as he slivers it up to fondle your chest.
You appreciate the sentiment, but you have plenty of time for slow, worship sex, and right now, âJoel please I need you to fuck me,â
Smirking, he growls, âSince you asked so nice,â and lowers himself onto you, kissing sluggishly. He doesnât bother to remove his face from against yours to take your underwear off, just tugs at them until they find their way to slip off. Then, as he positions himself, your thigh slides over hisâitâs small, but something about it makes you sigh sensually.
âYou ready for me baby?â Joel asks, hovering his lips over yours.
You could come up with some clever remark but now is not the time, so you simply whine, âYes, Joel, please, I need you,â
âYeah?â He says, low and lazy, and then moans softly as he eases his thick length into you. Deep satisfaction flows through you as he fills you up, humming and moaning. Your foreheads press together as you adjust, both your mouths wide open, and Joelâs fist clutches the sheets next to your head. He brings himself back out slowly until only his tip is inside you, and then his free hand clutches your side as if to hold you in place as he reinserts himself and begins thrusting, now only barely pulling any length out before plunging back in. Your lungs jump and clumsy moans pour out of you as the force of it rocks your hips.Â
Joel licks your cheek and then, grabbing hold of your hips to keep himself inside you, pulls himself to sit on his knees. Stretching your arms up, you bear yourself to him, and his mouth has yet to close. He bites his lip before starting to fuck you again, both harder and faster, holding your lower back completely off of the bed.Â
âOnly me, huh?â He says, breaths bumping as he drives himself into you, âIâm the only one that touches you?â
âYes,â you moan out.Â
âYou touched yourself, though didân you?â You answer in the same way, âYou thought about me while you did, huh?âÂ
âUh-huh,â you sound, high pitched as he starts to fuck you harder.Â
âDid it feel this good?â
âNo,â your drawn out answer catches with the force of his hips pounding against you.Â
Joelâs head falls back as he speeds up and you already feel yourself start to constrict around him.Â
âShit,â he looks back down at you, hums aggressively, and slows his pace dramatically. âNo baby, not yet, not yet.â As he pulls out fully, precum flicks onto your stomach and he drops your hips. Back down on top of you, your body weighs into the bed under his and your mouths bond again.
Joel canât keep his cock out of you for long, though, keeping up messy kisses, each rolling into the next in a flux, he shoves his hand down to slip back into you and fucks a quick tempo that makes the bed creak. One of his hands stays planted on the bed next to your head and the other goes back to hold your hip, pulling you into him with each of his thrusts. Angled slightly up inside of you, he hits a spot that produces a guttural moan from you, and while your mouth is wide open with it, Joel doesnât quit biting and licking at your lips.Â
Your body reacts without you, your hand slithering over himâup his arms, his torso, his back, one landing to grip his hair and the other reaching at his hip. The way he bucks into you now hinders your ability to kiss but your faces rub and touch, sharing the same hot air, moaning over each other.Â
After one loud, long moan, Joel pulls out of you again in a swift motion, moaning through pants.Â
âJoel why the fuck do you keep stopping,â you slap your palms on his chest in frustration, legs still spread under him.Â
âWell I jsâ donât wanna cum too fast,â he answers innocently.
âJoel I have been waiting five yearsâŠâ he starts to chuckle and you smile, âfor you to cum.â You slap his chest again and then decide to take this matter into your own hands, pushing him up to get yourself on top. You straddle him, his cock resting stiff and shining on his stomach. Back up at his face, you look into dark eyes, his lips parted with heavy breaths, and you slide your fingers through his hair, gripping a bunch, silver strands highlighted in the light. Keeping eye contact, Joelâs fingers trail lightly down either of your sides as you sit up, sliding his joystick into your hold, and he hums as you sit down on it. After adjusting to his throbbing size, you come up and back down slowly a few times, and then begin swinging your hips to fuck him. A loud, long moan cracks out of him and he closes his eyes and seizes your hips. You release his hair and instead hold into his thick, veiny forearms like handlebars as you accelerate. He moans, long and loud again, and, keeping up a beat with your hips, you lay down on him, pressing your body against his, and eat the moans from his mouth. He adjusts his hold by wrapping an arm around the middle of your back to hold you down and squeezing your ass with the other as if to help your hips along. To keep yourself stabilized enough to keep your mouths togetherâyou could barely call it kissing anymore, just sliding tongues and lips however you canâyou plant your hands on the bed with your arms like you would doing a pushup.Â
Even though youâre on top, Joel is in control now, holding you to fuck up into you.
He angles his head down so that your foreheads stay pressed but he can speak, âFuck babygirl you feel so good, so fuckinâ tight, I fill you up so good, huh? Pussyâs just for me to cum in, huh? All frâ me? All mine? Can you tell me youâre all mine?â His words and breaths catch with the rhythm of the surging flux of your bodies rolling together. You feel his muscles jolting in his lower abdomen as he drives in and out and those in his arm twitching against your back with the force of it. The way he fills you is carnally satisfying and overdue and you never want it to stop.
âYes, yes, all yours, all for you, my pussyâs all for youâfuuckâyours, my pussy belongs to you,â
âThasâ right, babygirl, you belong to me.â He takes your bottom lip with his teeth and pulls your mouth back to roll his tongue into and unfurls his arm around you to grasp a bundle of hair.Â
Suddenly, he maneuvers you to flump your back on the bed, bringing himself back on top, and immediately stuffs himself back into you. He grips your hips again to fuck you like he was before, controlling you like a doll, and you grab onto his wrists.
âFuck, babygirl,â he continues, fucking with an immediately brutal pace, hitting you somewhere deep and perfect but heâs talking over you too much to be able to tell him youâre going to cum, âI was so spolied, I didnâ realize how spoiled I was with this lilâ pussy,â he bumps you hard and rough a couple times to emphasize, âperfect lilâ pussy on my perfect lilâ girl, my sweet girl, so good to me,â Joel tilts forward, keeping himself securely deep between your legs, and releases one of your hipsâwhich you would not be surprised to be bruised exactly in the form of his fingersâto stroke his hand over your cheek, and then gently hooks his thumb in your mouth, pulling your lip out to the side. âNow I get tâ fuck you every fuckinâ night, cause youâre all mine nâ Iâm all yours, gonna make you cum every fuckinâ night,â your hips inadvertently lurch against him and you bark a moan and his thumb trails out of your mouth as your head leans back onto the bed. You havenât had your body move like this in awhile, an animal in and of itself, innately greedy for its mate. Joel sounds almost excited when he says, âOoh, oh, you gonna cum babygirl?â He sits back on his calves rather than standing on his knees and readjusts his hold on your hips, hands digging into the flesh defining your waist to your hips, and pulls you into his rough, uncoordinated thrusts, driving the entirety of his shaft into you so deep that you feel pressure pushing up in your stomach with each rocking tug. He pants out moans, watching you attentively as your face screws up while you reach your personal crescendo.Â
The only time you feel this desperate for something is when youâre about to dieâsuch a blind need, a moment stretched out that you will to continue until you are satiated, and oh does Joel deliver.Â
âGo on babygirl, go on nâ cum for me, cum around my cock, be a good girl anâ show me youâre mine, I wanna make you cum, baby cum for me, cum for me,âÂ
His pleading encouragement is more than enough to pierce the balloon swelling in your stomach, already being bumped rapturously by his manhood. One of your hands is thrown back, grasping at the sheets, the other remaining around his wrist. Your eyes roll back in your head, you suck in a breath and there is a moment of silence, save for the creaking bed, before you break it with a ridiculous, long moan, perceiving only the bursts of ecstasy from Joelâs messy pace, which he quickens with breathy moans. Your contractions around him are dramatic, essentially sucking his dick inside of you like instinct. He pulls you against him and is mostly still besides his hips, which rapidly lurch, drawing out your orgasm to overlap with his. He falls silent again, mouth open and his brow furrowed, eyes also nearly rolled back in his head, as he mechanically glides short in and outs, nearly all of him buried inside of you, pulling back an inch at a time at most as he uses your trembling, sheathlike pussy to stroke out his cum. Then, as his hips jerk forward, leaning into you, and then jerk in again, moans squeeze out of his throat, and he finishes pressed into you.Â
Panting, you stay pressed and gaze at each other, more or less astonished.Â
âGod damn.â Joel is the first to comment.
You laugh, out of breath, feeling him ooze inside of you. âWe really get to do that every night.â
âMy god Iâm in heaven.â He half jokes with a smile, then relaxes your position with a huff, letting his softening length fall out and rest over you. Joel runs his hands up and down your body in two broad strokes, looking you over, then smirks and chuckles breathily. Then he slaps your thighs and simply offers, âShower?â and laughs as your face lights up.
âFuck I almost forgot about that!â You grin with wide, excited eyes, and follow him off the bed, squeezing your legs together a little, still filled with his cum, as you walk to the bathroom attached to Joelâs room. You admire the back of him as he turns the squeaky knobs. You can count on one hand how many times youâve gotten this kind of full view of him; as many times as youâve been naked with each other, itâs almost always had to have been somewhat ducked and rushed. His back is casually muscular and he has ever so slight love handles. A knee bent outwards shows off a round ass.Â
Hearing the water start to spray, you canât help a giggle, eager, and he twists to you with a smirking grin and laughs.Â
âOh man,â he chuckles as he turns his back, meticulously adjusting the temperature, then twists his head again, looking at you expectantly, âWell come on, then,â and you patter over. He gently takes your hand to lead you into the square stall, and moves behind you to slide the glass door shut.Â
There is no need for him to walk you through the process of taking a shower, but he slowly guides you under the spray anyway, and you gasp as it hits you, still heating up, not used to the sensation. You hadn't realized that itâs been so long that youâve forgotten how a shower feels and it disturbs you slightly, feeling a little feral versus Joelâs domesticated cleanliness, but his light, absent minded smile eases the thoughts out as he walks in a few slow steps, backing you up to join you under the showerheadâs broad spray. He leans his head back, closes his eyes under the water, and lets go of you to smooth his hair back as the water soaks it. When he opens his eyes again, he smiles at you and smoothes his hands over your wet face.Â
âTurn around,â he nods, and you do. He stops touching you, leaving you unnerved for only a moment until his hands come back over your upper back, cool soap gliding them over your skin. He squeezes your shoulders lightly and it makes you sigh, then slides his hands over your shoulders, up and down each arm individually, adding more slight, relaxing pressure, and then his hands follow the personal downward design of your body as he shifts his body against your back. Stubble tickles your neck and you giggle as he nudges in to place innocent kisses over your neck while he washes your chest, then slipping soapy hands down your sides to your waist, hips, and what he can reach of your thighs. Humming out a deep sigh, you feel dazed and limp under the hot, deeply relaxing water. Joel embraces you from behind, just resting his face in your neck, standing still with his arms around you.Â
Suddenly, youâre hit with the urge to cry. This is the safest youâve felt in a long, long time. Not only are you in Jackson, a secure compound where you can go see a friend for a drink and take a hot shower with the promise of fresh clothes, but your love is finally with you, solid and warm, holding you with strong arms and gentle lips. You canât hold it back, and when Joel feels it he removes himself and turns you around. âWhatâs wrong babygirl?â concern contorts his face.Â
Smiling as much as your crying allows, you answer, âNothing.âÂ
Understanding, Joel pouts his lips in an emotional smile and pulls you back in, hooking his arms under yours to support your weight, and your arms follow up around his neck. âI know.â You let it go and weep quietly against him. âItâs alright baby. I gotâchou. Youâre alright, darlinâ.â He reassures you. After a couple minutes, you calm, suddenly very tired, barely opening your eyes when Joel pulls away. âOh, baby,â he chuckles, âdonât go to sleep in the shower. Lemme finish you up real quick, then you can go to bed nâ Iâll get you some new clothes from Maria.â
âNo,â you murmur, âdonât leave me.â
âAlright, alright,â he pulls you back in, âIâll stay with you. Iâll never leave you.â He sighs serenely into the crook of your neck. âYou can just borrow someâm my clothes, nâ Iâll talk to Maria in the morninâ. Okay?â You nod. âAlright, baby,â he readjusts his embrace around you, âletâs just get into bed, we can give you a proper shower later. Plenty a time. You can take a shower every day if you want, a hot shower every day. Anâ Iâll stay with you every night. Jusâ like like this.â Joelâs hands rub up and down your body, âWarm like this. Every day will be warm jusâ like this now, my love.â
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Since I've seen you do other monsters now I must say I am OBSESSED with the idea of a terrifying demon/incubus who is dominant, scary, and completely wild in bed, but outside of the bedroom is just... the dumbest thing alive. Maybe he's been cursed by a witch to walk the earth in a corporeal (though still big and demony) form, and part of this is him learning how humans manage and communicate in a meaningful manner. That is, of course, where the reader comes in, teaching him how to make this "life" thing work (and being repaid in mindblowing sex, obviously).
he's literally that meme of "My love how do I use the microwave"
For the most part, he can get by with magic and his own charms. He doesn't have to figure out how human money works if he's so distractingly hot people bend over backward to buy things for him.
Being a Himbo gets him pretty far. People love pretty things like him, and he's happy to play into their attraction to get what he wants.
You show him there can be more to this life. Being stuck in the human world might be a punishment, but he should still make the most of it. He learns how to take care of himself a little bit and it's a new feeling. He kind of likes being self-sufficient. And he likes having a relationship that's more than just physical for once.
He learns to cook, what money is, and the little things about how the world works. At first, you decline his offers for "compensation" but he really does want to pay you back, so you let him.
To call the sex mind-blowing would be an understatement. You hold onto his horns for dear life as you ride his tongue. By the time he slides his cock inside of you, you're already twitching in overstimulation.
It's a win-win scenario. He gets to learn how to be more human and all the wonders life can offer, and you get your back blown out nightly. Who could ask for more?
#monster imagine#monster fucker#monster boyfriend#teratophillia#demon x reader#demon x human#demon smut#monster
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18+ | Suggestive Content | MDNI! | CEO!Crown x Secretary!Reader
Imagine the members of Crown as your CEOs... đ đ€
CW: suggestive content / power imbalances / Alfons's and Jude's sections mention sexual harassment because of course w/ those two đ
(EN-released Villains only)
William Rex
Boss energy! "Sir" energy!
Will would look so suave in a suit. đźâđš You would be so attracted to his commanding presence. Just sitting behind his big desk, giving orders to his subordinates, making a fuck ton of money... Yeesh.
He has such a powerful aura as a CEO, you can't help but be entranced. Heâd definitely send you on all kinds of tasks that seem like theyâre for him but are really for you.
"I need you to make a reservation at this restaurant for two for this evening."
"Oh? Do you have an important client dinner? I'm sorry I don't have that in the calendar..."
"Mm, yes, a very important client..." đ
Harrison Gray
The more subtle, quiet, brooding type who seems genuinely attached to his work. His air of mystery and the distant authority he wields inexplicably excite you, making you want to learn more about him and do more for him. He carries a lot on his shoulders in private, but keeps up a relaxed demeanor in front of everyone. But you notice this about him and go out of your way to be helpful! And frankly, he is so turned on by that lol.
One night, he would be working late and youâd knock lightly on his door to say goodbye for the evening but he would find some excuse to make you stay late with him, and... well... đ
Liam Evans
Sweetie alert! Liam is a kind boss. His employees respect and admire his understanding attitude and don't want to disappoint him.
All he wants, though... is to reward his star employee: you! He gets so distracted by you that he had to shift your desk assignment to be further away from him. But then he missed you so he changed it back! He's always lingering by your desk and asking you about your life outside of work. Over time he starts to flirt with you more and more, almost crossing an HR boundary more than once.
May or may not use his power to disguise himself and follow you around, who knows! Lol.
Elbert Gretia
Elbie isnât exactly comfortable in positions of authority, so heâd be a very low-key CEO. He is a very good boss in most ways because of this. You can't help but worry about him, so you'd be super attentive, anticipating every task that he would like completed.
You often catch him watching you, taking in your brilliant competence. Unbeknownst to you, he's actually considering demanding that you not leave his office because he doesnât want the other employees to see how sexy you look in your work attire...
Alfons Sylvatica
Sexual harassment incoming! Haha. Alfons would be the biggest HR nightmare lol. He would be the most corrupt boss you could imagine. Blatantly making you uncomfortable, quid-pro-quo-ing left and right for sexual favors from you, âdiscipliningâ you for shoddy work... youâd get so fed up with him, but even more fed up with the fact that you can't stop thinking about him outside of work... All you want is to please him, to hear him praise you, to show him how good at your job you can be... đ«
Roger Barel
Distractingly hot boss! Also cocky!
And what's even worse is that he can tell that youâre totally flustered by him! And he loves every second of it!
Heâd call you into his office to âcheck somethingâ and end up getting you to come over to his side of the desk. As you bend over to check, you feel something running up the back of your leg... itâs the brush of his fingertips...
"Keep checking," he'd say, without taking his eyes off of your face, "we donât want to have any errors in this report.â
Things would devolve from there lol.
Victor
... Victor in a suit and tie? đ”âđ«
He would be so effusive and complimentary. It'd start out just as praising your work but then he'd start praising your appearance, too... Calling you the sexiest secretary he's ever had and what not. It's technically inappropriate, but he's so playful about it that it disarms your cautiousness. Plus, occasionally he'll be really stern about something, and you have to admit... it's kind of hot! Your flustered reaction makes him chuckle to himself. He loves his adorable little secretary! đ
Jude Jazza
If Alfons was harassing, Jude is downright abusive lol. You thought you knew what you were getting into when you applied to be his secretary, but even you are shocked by how fucking evil he can be.
Heâd call you into his office and berate you for making the tiniest mistake, demanding that you do the same menial task over and over until you canât see straight from looking at the files for so long. Even after the tenth or twelfth re-do, he'd still be unsatisfied. Heâd have no choice but to punish you for being such a bad secretary.
Heâd threaten to fire you... unless you perform some other âwork-relatedâ tasks... đ
Ellis Twilight
Sweetest boss award goes to Ellis!
Heâd want all of his employees to be âhappyâ and would make sure to praise you and thank you for your work a lot. You might end up making a move in this situation, because heâd be too proper and kind to be overt about his attraction to you. But once he knows you are into him, you best believe heâs going to fuck you stupid over his desk!
"This is what makes you happy, right? I can't have an unsatisfied employee."
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girl next door đ
jemily x reader
summary: jj and emily play welcome committee
a/n: this is a part of this fic iâve been writing with an oc as the reader. i just subbed y/n for the ocâs name :)
y/n sighed deeply, stepping out of the airport. The DC air was thick and her linen lounge set was the only thing saving her right about now. She gazed down at her phone, checking the status of her uber. The car inched through the line of vehicles and she leaned against her suitcase. This was it, a brand new start and she had a townhouse to unpack before her new job starts.
At twenty-six, y/n felt like she was finally making decisions of her own. An occupation change. A location change. And finally a relationship status change. A new life.The car slowed to a stop in front of a row of townhouses. y/n thanked the driver and slid out of the car. She looked over the yards, all filled with various bushes and toys . Lived in. She wheeled her suitcase up the walkway and rummaged through her purse for her keys. Once the door popped open, she stepped over the threshold. She sighed sweetly at all the boxes lining the house.
âHome, sweet home.â
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It was well past eleven when Emily maneuvered the SUV into their driveway. The ride home had been a quiet one, but both she and JJ were honestly just ready to be home. Emily tossed JJ the keys and moved to grab both of their go-bags. As both women made their way toward their front door, they caught sight of the light shining two doors down. The bay windowâs blinds were high and the light bathed a young woman in a shadow. She looked to be going through a box, leaning against a green couch. Emily was the first to stop and JJ was quick to follow. The house had been empty for about a year since their old neighbor got married. And with their jobs, they hadnât even realized anyone was moving in.
âHuh, looks like weâve got a new neighbor.â Emily mused.
âguess so.â JJ observed. She turned her gaze to Emily and nudged her toward the door. âLetâs wait until daylight. Iâm exhausted and so are you.â
Emily rolled her eyes but allowed the blonde to push her toward the door. âAt least we have the weekend off.â
âThank god for rotation.â
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y/n yawned behind her hand for the fourth time since waking up. She stood in front of the coffee machine waiting patiently as the warm liquid brewed. She had another day of unpacking and organizing ahead of her and sheâd absolutely need some coffee to get her through it. She was clad in a pink cami and boy shorts and her hair was pulled high off of her neck. Her big framed black glasses rested on her nose and her feet sat snuggly in her fluffy slippers.
As her coffee finished brewing, y/n grabbed her mug and made her way over to the bay window. With the blinds open, she hummed contentedly as she watched the street come to life on a Saturday morning. She watched as everyone seemed to slowly join her in wakefulness. Cars driving by, dogs rushing owners, and a very distractingly attractive blonde running up the sidewalk that lined the townhouses. The ponytail bobbed as she bounded past y/nâs house. The coffee momentarily forgotten, she leaned closer to the window watching as the woman entered the house two doors down.
âSexy neighbor. This place keeps getting better by the minute.â
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JJ pulled her earbuds out of her ears as she walked through the house. She rounded a corner into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and found a sleepy Emily nursing a mug of coffee. She took a sip of her water before leveling the woman with a smirk.
âGuess who caught the new neighbor checking me out in her cute pajamas?â
âOh thatâs not fair! Of course youâd run right past her window looking like that. Youâve already established yourself as the hot neighbor.â Emily groaned.
âYou should run more. Maybe youâd get checked out too.â
âWhat does she look like?â Emily asked.
âRather adorable in the early morning. Canât be more than twenty-five. Thick rimmed glasses, thick hair piled on top of her head, dressed in the cutest little pink boyshort set and slippers.â JJ recounted with a dreamy look in her eyes.
âHow many times did you run by?â Emily whistled.
âIâm just observant. itâs my job. Are we gonna do the baked goods in a basket âWelcome to the neigborhoodâ? Or what?â JJ asked.
âWe donât bake.â
âWell yes thatâs true. But we know someone who doesâŠâ JJ smiled already pulling her phone up to craft a message.
âOh, tell her to bring some of those powdered strawberry eclairs she was mentioning yesterday too.â Emily nodded, taking her coffee upstairs to get dressed.
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âShow me the house!â A voice floated through the laptop on the counter. âI really canât believe you left me for DC. At least show me where Iâll be staying when I come to visit.â Grayson, y/nâs best co-worker/friend from Kentucky huffed.
âAlright, hold your horses. Iâll give you a tour.â y/n smiled and lifted her laptop to walk through the house. She showed Grayson the two-story home and everything sheâd set up thus far. âObviously the guest room is yours whenever youâd like it. Just let me know when because Iâd like to actually have things prepared before then.â
âItâs so cute, gosh I canât wait to come visit. Howâs the neighborhood? Met anyone interesting yet?â
âVery homey for sure. Lots of families and stuff. I think itâll be a good fit. I havenât met anyone per say, but I can say there is a super hot blonde runner who lives two doors down.â y/n grinned taking a seat on one of her island stools.
âHot blonde runner, oh you have to get all up in that. You need a new body to get under.â
âOh my god shut up? I didnât move to get involved with someone on my second day. But that doesnât mean I wonât enjoy the view.â
âIs there an HOA meeting you can go to or something? You need to at least make some new hot friends to keep you company without me.â
y/n shook her head in disbelief and opened her mouth to reply when the doorbell interrupted her, âGray, Iâll call you later. Someone is at the door.â
âOh fingers-crossed, it's hot blonde. Bye love.â
y/n hung up and quickly made her way over to the door. She looked through the peephole cautiously and was shocked to see the hot blonde with two other women beside her. y/n fluffed her hair a bit and straightened her clothes out quickly before pulling the door open with a smile. âUm hi.â
All three women smiled and the colorfully dressed woman spoke first, âHello sunshine! My name is Penelope Garcia and these lovely ladies are Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss. Your personal neighborhood welcome committee.â Penelope spoke, practically bouncing on her heels.
âOh wow, hi!â y/n grinned letting her eyes roam the three women fully. Her eyes lingered on the blonde she now knew as Jennifer Jareau but as her eyes moved to Emily she was just as entranced by her beauty.
âPen doesnât actually live here, but Emily and I live two doors down.â Jennifer gestured toward the house sheâd entered earlier that day.
âAnd we brought the typical baked goods basket.â Emily offered, extending the basket of pastries toward the younger woman.
âWell itâs lovely to meet yâall. Would you like to come in? Iâm sure Iâve got something in here to go with these sweet treats.â y/n asked, gesturing over her shoulder.
âWeâd love to!â Penelope jumped happily following the younger woman into her home. With JJ and Emily following closely behind. As they all settled in the kitchen at the island, y/n turned suddenly as if remembering something.
âOh where are my manners, Iâm y/n! Inviting guests into my home without even telling them my name, my mother would have my head.â The younger woman smiled sheepishly before grabbing plates and mugs for everyone.
âOh your accent is just precious, where are you from sweetness?â Penelope asked eagerly.
âHaha, Iâm originally from Georgia. But I relocated from Kentucky.â
âA true Southern Belle.â Emily mused, causing y/n to blush with a smile.
âSomething like that. Thank you all for welcoming me to the neighborhood. My former co-worker Grayson was just saying I should get out and meet some people.â
âShe worried about you?â JJ asked.
âYeah, the move was pretty spontaneous. I know literally no one here and my closest relative or friend is in New York. Safe to say sheâs a bit concerned.â y/n supplied, leaning against the counter to dig through the basket of baked goods.
âWell you can tell her youâve met three awesome ladies whoâd love to be your friend. Two of which live right on your street!â Garcia grinned and y/n reciprocated. y/n grabbed a few muffins from the basket and peeled the paper back to take a bite. The women watched as the younger womanâs eyes fell closed in pleasure.
âOh wow, this might be the best muffin Iâve ever had in my life. Where did you get these?â y/n moaned, eyeing the three women. Both JJ and Emily seemed positively stunned by the sound and sight of y/n tasting the muffin. Penelope noticed almost instantly and jumped in to save them.
âI made them! Iâve spent quite a while perfecting my muffin recipe, so Iâm so glad someone is appreciating my hard work.â
âOh thatâs amazing, youâll have to show me how youâve mastered it. Iâve always loved a sweet treat so I bake pretty often.â
âOh that sounds great, these two are completely useless in the kitchen. Iâm happy to know thereâs someone on the street whoâll keep them fed. Isnât that right Jayje?â
âWeâre not that bad!â JJ whined.
âEmily is literally not allowed to stand near the kitchen.â Garcia deadpanned, causing y/n to giggle watching the women bicker.
âIâll be happy to share, Iâm still really bad about portions anyways. So youâd actually be saving me.â y/n said sweetly.
âWeâll definitely have to take you up on that.â Emily nodded.
âYou all seem like really close friends, have you known each other long?â y/n asked curiously, offering the women some of the goods in the basket.
âWe all work together, Pen and I for longer but all of us now.â JJ answered.
âOh, what do you all do?â y/n asked curiously. âThatâs a pretty low turnover rate, you must really like the job.â
âWeâre all FBI Agents. Part of a Team called the Behavioral Analysis Unit.â Emily supplies, watching the younger womanâs face frown in confusion.
âFBI, like the FBI?â y/n asked incredulously. All three women nodded. âCanât say I was expecting that at all. So you like actually fight crime with your badge and gun and everything?â
âI donât do the whole gun or fighting thing, but These two? Absolutely. The amount of doors theyâve collectively kicked down is crazy.â Penelope mused nudging JJ playfully.
âWell, thatâs hot.â y/n mused nodding as her eyes glazed over a bit. âYouâll have to show me your badges one day, Iâve always wanted to see one in real life.â
The younger woman took a drag from her mug and turned to throw her muffin paper away. As soon as her back was to the three women, JJâs eyes were wide and gazing at Emily. Garcia was poking JJâs side conspiratorially, and Emily was trying not to give into either womanâs knowing looks. The younger woman turned back to them with a curious smile before asking another question.
âSo what exactly does being an FBI agent look like? You said you all worked for a specific group. The Behavioral Analysis Unit? What does that team do?â
Emily cleared her throat and answered, âWeâre a team of profilers who work with local law enforcement teams to locate and detain serial killers all over the US.â
âOh wow! Thatâs got to be some heavy stuffâlots of traveling. Thank you for your service.â y/n said with a salute toward the women. They couldnât fight the laughter that bubbled between them and Emilly and JJ watched as y/nâs cheeks reddened and she giggled.
âEnough about us, I have to know what an adorable southern woman like you does!â Garcia grinned resting her chin in her palms.
âIâm in education, not as lively as chasing serial killers.â y/n answered sheepishly.
âOh are you a teacher?â JJ asked curiously.
âProfessor actually. Iâll be starting at state school this coming academic school year.â y/n supplied with a smile.
âYouâve definitely piqued my interest, what are you teaching?â Penelope basically bounced.
âVocal Performance with a concentration in Musical Theater and Jazz.â
âA singer? Youâll have to give us a little show sometime. Em loves Jazz.â JJ winked over at the brunette.
âI guess itâs only fair since Iâve asked to see your badges. Iâm sure we can arrange something.â y/n smiled warmly at the two older women.
âA professor? Forgive me, but you seem far too young to be a professor. How old are you?â Emily asked skeptically.
âIâd normally take offense but youâre right, I just turned twenty-six earlier this year. Iâve always been the youngest in the room, but I kinda love it. At the last school I taught at, everyone in my department was well over 50, I found that students really enjoyed a younger perspective.â y/n explained with a shrug.
âMakes sense. So youâre some kind of musical prodigy? Zoom through high school, undergrad, and your masters?â Emily continued.
âNo, no. I was in a dual Undergrad and Masters program for music education and vocal performance so I was able to fast-track my road to being a professor. As far being hired so early, Iâve been told Iâm rather charming.â y/n shrugged with a grin and a wink.
âI definitely see the appeal. I canât believe you guys got such a fun and cool neighbor. All Iâve got is that mean old lady. Best believe Iâll be visiting way more often.â Penelope said facing both Emily and JJ. She quickly turned back to the younger woman. âWe need to be friends, what are your socials?â
y/n smiled brightly at the tech analyst, âOf course, Iâm y/n on everything.â
Penelope frantically pulled the accounts up and was quick to follow on all platforms, âGot it! Weâll have to get together soon before the school year starts and you get busy. I love meeting new awesome people.â
It wasnât long before the women brought their little impromptu brunch to a close. y/n walked the women to the door and smiled softly as they turned to wave goodbye. As soon as the door closed Penelope looked at the other two women unimpressed.
âCome on you guys, youâre lucky I was here.â She groaned.
âHey, what does that mean?â Emily scoffed in offense.
âIt means Iâm starting to wonder how you brought so many women into your bed. That was terrible flirting.â Garcia reasoned as they walked up the steps to their house.
âI wasnât even trying then, thank you very much. Plus thereâs a lot of thought and conversation that goes into something like that. She only moved in yesterday. We donât need to overwhelm her. Plus we donât even know if sheâs into women.â Emily reasoned.
âShe literally called you both hot to your faces.â
âNo, she called us kicking down doors hot. She could have a thing for demolition for all we know.â
âSemantic. Iâm calling it now though, sheâs more than interested in women. Especially women in the FBI who wield guns and kick down doors.â
âLetâs hope you're right.â JJ finally added in collapsing against the couch with a dreamy look on her face.
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Ranking Men's Costumes in Period Dramas - Part II: The Good
Part I: The Bad
This is the second part to my ranking of men's costumes in Renaissance period dramas. I selected 10 shows and films which I think have great costuming for the female characters and ranked them according to their costumes for male characters. I have noticed that even when women's costuming is great, men's costuming might be absolutely dog shit. And that's very much what we saw in the first part, where I ranked the five worst entries. For some reason shows and movies are afraid to put men, especially the characters who are supposed to be cool, manly and hot, into historical costumes. And I'm not even asking for historical accuracy, I just don't want my male characters living in the actual 1500s in basically modern leather jackets and pants. Like I don't watch period dramas for vaguely historically inspired modern fashion, I watch it for the historical setting, which costumes help create. This time we will be looking some rare gems that actually imo have really good costuming even for the male characters. For the five best entries, we'll go from worst to best.
5. Eizabeth R (1971)
Elizabeth R is incredibly committed to historical accuracy in it's outfits, especially for queen Elizabeth herself, many of her costumes being directly recreated from her portraits. It covers the whole reign of Elizabeth, so this commitment is especially admirable as the timeline is more than 40 years, including a stark shift in fashion from less structured and more toned down Tudor fashion to the extremes of the highly structured Elizabethan fashion. It's not perfect, The hair is not always great and like many others they fail at French hoods, though they are not upward pointing or pseudo crowns detached from the hood, so could be much worse.
The men's costumes are also very good. They are faithful to history, they wear stockings, very short trunk hose, ruffs and even have some structuring in their doublets and jerkins. However, the reason this is not higher is that the men's costumes especially, but also many other costumes beside Elizabeth's are looking a little sloppy. There's some structure yes, but the men's silhouettes are just not bold enough and they end up looking a little costumy. Even the codpieces are shrunk so small I'm not even sure if they are there half the time. Cowardice. Here's two Robert Dudley's costumes and an actual portrait of him. I think the second costume is probably an attempt at recreation of that portrait, but it's just kinda halfway there.
4. Taming of the Shrew (1967)
This film is set in Renaissance Italy, the women's costumes fit well to 1520s-30s. They are honestly really great and cohesive. My only gripe is that their bodices have a very 1960s shape and the make-up is a little distractingly modern. But the costuming is not attempting to recreate historical accuracy, rather they took the historical silhouette and basic elements and crafted a very over the top but cohesive look. I honestly love these very much.
An interesting choice is made with the men's costuming, especially the main male lead, whose costume is based much more on the Renaissance German men's fashion of that period. His costumes resemble the over the top fashion of the German Landsknecht (first image below). In Italy (second image below) the doublets were also very voluminous and quite colourful but not to that extent as by the Landsknecht and literally no one, not even the other Germans, rocked that slashed style as hard.
This is not really criticism though. In fact I respect that choice a lot. His costumes are certainly not historically accurate, but they do fit the bombastic aesthetics of the overall costuming, they are loud, large and not afraid to fuck around. This man oozes sex-appeal much more than any character with some modern plain black pants and leather jacket. This is how you costume a Renaissance man who fucks.
3. Tulip Fever (2017)
I am stretching the definition or Renaissance here a bit, I admit. This movie is set during the 1630s tulip mania, by which point the remnants of Renaissance fashion had already been left to the previous decade. However, I do think most of the movies and TV set in Baroque era also struggle with the men's costumes. Though not as much, because black was fashionable for everyone, the cod piece was gone, trunk hose were replaced by more palatable Venetian hose, fashion was much more stripped down from embellishments, leather was not uncommon in jerkins and appeared even in doublets and hose and the Hollywood's beloved boots became actual fashion items. The men's silhouette in this period is very silly in my opinion and people seem to agree because it's usually skipped in costuming, but overall the period seems to fit modern masculinity standards much more easily than Renaissance era.
But I just really wanted to include this because the costuming is absolutely stunning (and let's be honest we are a bit desperate here trying to find 5 actually good examples). I have not watched the movie and probably never will because the post production was an absolute mess and it apparently came out as just a very bad movie, which is a shame, since the costumes are so good. The ruffs are perfectly crispy. The buttons are dense and look just right. The shoes, both boots and otherwise are so on point. The fabrics are honestly perfect. The silhouettes are just as goofy as they are supposed to be. And the women too have perfect silhouettes. All the details are just simply perfect. You rarely find costuming this meticulously created with historical details and great construction.
Honestly these top three could all be the best one. This final order was decided purely on which costumes I like more. And while I love the women's fashion of this period, I think the men's fashion is kinda stupid and boring, so I don't like these costumes on aesthetic level as much as the top two.
2. Romeo and Juliet (1968)
This movie is a perfect counterpart to the movie with the worst men's costuming which I talked about in the first post, Rosaline. They are both set in Italy around very end of 15th century and retell Romeo and Juliet. Both have very good costuming for female characters but obviously I think differ greatly in the male character costuming department. Romeo and Juliet costuming takes some artistic liberties to create a heightened reality quite similar to Taming of the Shrew costuming, but follows history much more closely. The colors are bright, the hose are tight, the giorneas are voluminous, the sleeves are long and massive and the cod pieces are prominent. Even the hair is perfect, even for women, they even use hairnets. I imagine the men's hair was quite easy to get right as hairstyles in 60s and 70s were basically lifted directly from 1400s Italian men's hairstyles. The men are even wearing appropriate goofy hats??? Amazing.
The costuming perfectly captures the era, but they still clearly had fun with it too. Honestly even though I appreciate the meticulously recreated historically accurate costuming, like in Tulip Fever, I tend to like more costuming that does take some artistic liberties to create a distinct look and atmosphere for the movie or TV show. There's some small things they don't get quite right, like having standard lacing instead of ladder lacing, metal eyelets (which would become a thing as late as in 1830s) and most egregiously Juliet in one scene has this very dumb supportive undergarment without even shift under it (first picture below)?? The outer garments were supportive during this era, there was no such thing as supportive undergarment which was any different from the outer kirtle (or gamurra in Italy). Shift was the only truly undergarment. But I will forgive these errors because the costuming is overall so fun and gorgeous. And they did get some details so so right, like look at Romeo's arming doublet (second picture below)! It has Lombardian sleeves!! This was a very specific style of arming doublet for this era and place. However those errors does prevent it from taking the first place. Which leads us to...
1. Orlando (1992)
This movie has Tilda Swinton in flamboyant Elizabethan men's clothing. That's all.
Okay, I that is all that needs to be said, but I will say more. This movie spans centuries and shows excellent costumes from several different periods, but I will focus on the Elizabethan costumes only for the sake of this post. The costuming is not super historically accurate in all the detailing, and clearly not trying to be, but it is always impeccable. Even while it takes artistic liberties and the story has an immortality fantastical element it still captures the men's fashion's silhouette much better than any other movie or TV show I know of set in this period. It does that better than the "we recreated these portraits" Elizabeth R. But what really makes this the best in my humble opinion, is that the movie is not afraid of the effeminate and emasculated modern perception of Renaissance men's fashion, no, it leans into it and uses it to explore the themes. The whole story is very much about gender and gender fuckery. Tilda Swinton plays the titular Orlando who is a cis man in Elizabethan era, becomes inexplicably immortal and later inexplicably turns into a woman for the rest of their several centuries. He is the embodiment of "I'm not sure if they are a butch or a twink" and as a bisexual I can only be grateful. But in all seriousness I think the costuming and the casting (queen Elizabeth is also played by a male actor) are so perfectly utilized to highlight the arbitrary construction of gender without needing to say it explicitly.
Conclusion
I have some closing thoughts. I took on this task as a way to show a point, which is that for some reason in Renaissance shows and film especially men's costuming is piss-poor, even when women's costuming is great. Male characters tend to have very bad costuming in Medieval media too, though this is also an issue for female characters. I don't think I have ever seen a Medieval show or movie with truly excellent costuming for anyone. In Renaissance media the issue is clearly not lack of skill or knowledge, they choose to do so. My thesis was that the producers think that the Renaissance men's fashion is too effeminate and too unsexy for the Hot Very Heterosexual Male Lead, who the mostly female audience are supposed fawn over like the female characters do. After the analysis think my hypothesis holds up.
Though there's an interesting trend I only noticed while doing this ranking; every entry (except the least bad) in the worst five list are from 21th century, and every entry (except Tulip Fever which is a little bit cheating anyway) in this best five list are from 20th century. I have some theories on why it turned out this way. First is that the studios have become increasingly more concerned with growing profits so they don't take risks and they put pressure on movies and TV shows to be as broadly appealing as possible. This means they can't just make period dramas for the core audience of period dramas, aka mostly women who are history nerds, so they pander to the modern sensibilities in costuming and not to the people who love to see actual historical costuming. Secondly, I think this might also tie to the broader conservative backlash against loosening of gender roles and broader queer acceptance. Among the core audiences of period dramas there are two distinct groups, queer nerds and conservative women, who don't want politics in their media, which is why they love historical stories because obviously queerness wasn't invented yet and people of colour didn't exist yet (they were and did). (They are ofc not always this extreme, but you get the point.) As men wearing dresses has become a culture war issue, I think the studio executives are afraid that anything not masculine enough in modern standards might alienate the more conservative audiences, and more broadly those who don't want to feel like they are engaging with modern political culture war topics in their escapist media. Even if they knew about the queer nerds, they wouldn't care about them and assume they will go along with it anyway. After all not challenging modern gender roles is not seen as an active choice, it's the default.
This bears repeating: cowards.
As a thank you for reading all the way to the end I will leave you with the image of Tilda Swinton in mid 1600s men's clothing. You are welcome.
Part I: The Bad
#fashion history#history#historical costuming#costuming#renaissance fashion#renaissance costuming#film costuming#historical men's fashion
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The Don Diaries
Aaaaand we're back, Don is going out for a drink, ready to make bad decisions such as hitting on the bartender.
He barely has time to put on the moves before the distractingly hot Cali girl he also met earlier rolls up, though.
Her name is Tiana, not that it matters much, and Don immediately switches his attention from the bartender who is, after all, busy working.
Sorry, gonna show my age for a second here.
(Why was this a thing? The 80's were wild.)
So, how is Tiana his opposite? She's family-oriented, whereas Don has never managed to assemble a "family" he didn't immediately wreck. He will, however, take any opportunity to brag about Matteo.
Tiana loves a family man, and to no one's barely anyone's surprise, Don decides to hit that.
Pictured: Random townies barely being surprised.
We're throwing in some fire symbolism here because Don is a fucking dumpster fire.
(Not to be confused with fucking in an actual dumpster, something he has also done, albeit not while on fire. The dumpster, not Don. Neither were on fire. I just want to be clear on the lack of actual fire involved in the dumpster fucking. As in, the fucking in the dumpster, not fucking a dumpster. Right. Hope that cleared things up. Carry on.)
What happens in Sulani stays in Sulani, right?
Back in the rental cabins, Nicolo has gone full grandpa on vacation and farts in his wife's face.
Stay classy, gramps!
And Don shamelessly goes to bed. Next to Gracie. Remember Gracie? That girlfriend that you have? (the fucking shade of these moodlets though!)
Jesus fucking Christ, Gina, chill. Didn't you just wreck an entire marriage?
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The Little Spoon
Poe Dameron x G/N Reader
Rating: M
Wordcount : 1600 (ish)
Warnings : Fluff, mentions of getting caught during sex/heavy petting, rife with teasing innuendos, soft softness, spooning, brief mentions of food, Poe being an adorable menace.
Prompt / Summary : Burying your face in their neck, listening to their heartbeat, spooning at night. / After a difficult day you and Poe try something new in the bedroom.
A/N : Anon who sent me the prompts - i dont know if fluffy was what you really wanted but⊠i kinda went pretty fluffy cute with this. If you were hoping more for a NSFW request please send me an ask and iâll do an alt fic for you :)
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"Stop!" You half whine, half laugh, burying your face in Poe's neck.
"I don't know if he'll ever be able to talk to you again without blushing!" Poe laughs, clearly finding the fact his newest squad member walking in on you both in a, well, compromising, position, hilariously funny, and your embarrassment even funnier.
Since then poor Leru had been unable to look at you without his cheeks lighting up red, and losing all ability to speak.
"Take it as a compliment it affected him so much," Poe shrugs, taking the whole situation in his stride, as usual. "You can't change what happened, and besides you can't hide out here forever."
'Here' was the grassy bank outside the, what now seemed all too small, base entrance. You had escaped out into the humid night air as soon as your shift was over, convinced everyone you encountered knew the story and was staring at you.
Of course, they already knew that you and Poe were close, but perhaps not quite how close. There had never really been time, during the middle of a war, to consider what you were. And now you were together, both of you wanted to enjoy it without too much fuss. At least while you settled into a new routine, and Poe to his new role as General. So really, getting carried away in what should have stayed an empty office, after Poe had returned from a long mission, was not the best of plans.
But oh, he had been so distractingly hot. The way he'd smiled, his eyes flickering up and down your body, the way he'd pulled you tight against his chest, the way his lips had brushed against your skin.
It was hard to regret what happened. But you did regret getting caught.
"I can stay here as long as I like," you challenge his statement, folding your arms.
"I could just order you back inside," he shrugs with a sigh, making out it would be a huge inconvenience for him to do that.
"You wouldn't dare!" You twist to glare at him in challenge, as Poe leans back to look at you, a serious expression creasing his brow. He slowly raises one eyebrow, before he finally gives in, bursting into laughter.
"No, you're right. I like continuing to live without a vibroblade in my chest, so I guess orders are off the table!" He pulls you back into his arms, holding you tight against him.
"How about I very politely request you come back inside? We can grab some food and get an early night?"
"I don't want to go to the canteen,â you mumble, picking at a loose thread on your trousers, unable to remove the idea that everyone would be judging you.
"You know, I don't think anyone else knows? And even if they did, firstly, it's not like they saw anything personally, just second hand, and secondly, if anyone says a damn word I'll have their ass hauled in front of me faster than they can blink!" Poe states passionately.
"That's sweet. But we agreed on no special treatment."
"Not special. I'd do that for anyone talking inappropriately about anyone. You get absolutely no special treatment. I've never given you any special treatment." Taking your chin he tilts your face towards him before he places a soft kiss against your lips.
"Hmm, so you offer that to everyone, do you?"
"Well, everyone is a little broad. More like a select group. You, Finn, Rey, Snap, BB, that really cute medic we met in Yavin," he shrugs with a teasing smile as you roll your eyes. âNow stop overthinking.â
Poe was right, you were over thinking, and as annoying as his teasing could be, you know it comes from a good place in his heart. He simply wants you to see that it's not all bad. Nothing you could do now would change anything that already happened. All you could do was, as Poe does, make the best of the situation.
Still, the embarrassment gnaws a little at your thoughts, though quieter, still there for now.
"Can we eat in your room?"
"Only if we are naked," Poe grins, making you dissolve into laughter.
"Stop that, right now!" You warn through giggles.
"I've been away for almost a month! I've been storing it all up. You are in for a lonnnnnng night, baby," he winks, and for a moment, you`re laughing so hard you forget anything had gone wrong at all today.
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"I'm sorry," Poe offers later that night, his fingers trailing up and down your back as you lay in his bed, curled up against his side, his heartbeat drumming in your ear as you lean your head on his chest, half asleep.
You hum in question, wondering what he's talking about.
"Earlier. It was my fault we got caught like that. I should have waited. I was just excited to see you and being impulsive. Iâll try and keep my hands to myself for a little longer next time.â
You lean up on your elbow to look at him, frowning in confusion and feeling the tendrils of guilt in your own belly that he feels he's somehow to blame. The last thing you wanted was for Poe to feel he couldn't be his usual, affectionate self.
"There's nothing you need to apologise for. We were both willing participants. I was excited to see you too. Youâve no idea how much I missed you."
Poe's hand slides around the back of your neck, pulling you down to him as he mumbles, "I missed you too, baby," against your mouth before he kisses you.
When he finally lets you go, you have to take a moment, feeling a little giddy, whether with love or lack of oxygen, you aren't sure.
"Anyway, I like you being impulsive," you assure him with a soft smile.
"Then I rescind my apology," Poe chuckles as you snuggle back down against his side, trying to get comfy again.
Except now you have a problem. No matter where you place yourself, you can't quite get comfy enough to fall asleep. Something just feels wrong.
You let out a noise of annoyance, sitting up.
"Turn over," you instruct, laughing as Poe raises a questioning eyebrow, his lips upturning in a familiar grin.
"Is this going a sex thing? Because you know I can stay awake a little longer. I'm sure I can help tire you o-"
"Get your mind out of the gutter," You laugh, cutting him off and pressing your hands against his arm, trying to manually roll him over, onto his side.
"So it's not a sex thing? I'm disappointed," Poe sighs over dramatically, ignoring your pathetic attempts to move him.
"I want to cuddle you!" You explain with an exasperated sigh.
"Oh, that's what we are calling it these days? Okay, well, we can 'cuddle' as much as you like," he grins, eyes crinkling with amusement as he makes air quotes at you. You make a show of dramatically rolling your eyes in response.
"No, Poe! I mean I want to hold you!"
"Hold which bit?" He wiggles his eyebrows as you try and bite back your laughter. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, telling yourself you are grateful he's home and he just needs to get this out of his system.
When you open them again you fix him with a stern look.
"Alright, alright!" Poe holds his hands up in surrender, clearly deciding he might be pushing too far now. "You want me to be the little spoon?" He asks, obviously having known exactly what you wanted from the first time you asked.
"I want you to be the little spoon." You nod in confirmation. Poe's expression softens from teasing into something that makes your chest ache with love. It's as though the seriousness of the last few years of war drop away, and the boy Poe used to be, stares at you with hopeless adoration.
"I like that idea better," he says simply, before he rolls over with his back to face you. "But I'm still open to the sex thing." He adds, making you snort as you try to contain your laughter, knowing it will only encourage him.
Once Poe is settled, you curl up behind him, wrapping an arm over his chest, tucking your legs in behind his, cuddling up close to him as you press your face between his shoulder blades.
"Don't think I've ever been the little spoon before. I like it," Poe sighs contentedly, his hands resting over yours wrapped around his chest, holding you in place.
You smile and press a soft kiss to his back, "I like it too."
A near silence settles over you both, the only sound in the room your steady breathing as you hold each other. You can feel your eyes finally starting to drift shut, but you also know Poe is not asleep yet, as his fingers continue to gently caress your arm, almost distractedly.
âWhat are you thinking, Flyboy?â You mumble sleepily against his skin, not wanting to fall asleep if he has something on his mind.
"I was just wondering," he mumbles quietly, âif you think Leru is thinking about us right now?"
"Go to sleep!" You sigh against his back, feeling him shake with barely contained laughter.
"I definitely think he enjoyed it a little bit."
"Sleep!" You hiss, refusing to play into his teasing again.
There's a moment of silence, one in which you think that he's given up with the teasing and finally decided to get some rest. That is until -
"Do you think he wants to join us sometime?"
"POE!"
You can't help but smile as his laughter fills the room. Insufferable, infuriating, pain in the ass. You had missed him, so very much.
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A Slow Morning
"Mmmm, oh!"
I hear someone murmur, my eyes gently flutter open from a wonderfully erotic dream. I slowly realise it's me making the noises and my body's writhing on the bed. I manage to look down my naked body to see you feasting on my pussy.Â
"Oh Lord!" I mutter and try but fail to reach for your head, my own head still heavy with sleep drops back on the pillow. At the same time your tongue does something incredible to my clit and I arch and cry out, whilst waves of hot sensations radiate from my core.Â
I hear chuckling and I manage to look down again, your chin resting on my thigh, your face and beard covered in my juices you smile up at me "Good morning Sleepy Head!"
I try to say good morning but even I don't recognise the noises I make as words, I drop my head back down as electric sparks continue to pulse through me. I hear you laugh again as you crawl up my body, peppering it with kisses along the way, your beard tickling my sensitive skin and puckered nipples. When you reach me you rub your nose on mine and then give me a tender kiss, after which I give your shoulder a playful pat and call you a naughty man, you nuzzle into my neck and bite my ear telling me I wouldn't want you any other way.Â
As you continue to nibble my ear and neck, making me sigh, you push my legs apart and sink your hard length into me. You don't start moving you just rearrange our limbs so I'm half draped on you, and start talking about what we're doing today, with just an occasional slow push into me.Â
You tell me we have no plans, so we can have a lazy morning and maybe go out for lunch as you lick and kiss down my neck. I murmur I'll do whatever you want, I don't know how you can talk when all I can think about is your big cock filling and stretching me, as we slowly rock and move together. You smile at me as your hands move to my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, a thumb distractingly flicking a nipple. My hand strokes down your back, I grab hold of your bum and push my hips against you, finding just the right angle to lazily rock against, my already sensitised clit begins to throb and tingle again. You capture my little moans and sighs with slow deep kisses. I find myself clinging on to you, wanting every bit of me to be pressed up against every bit you.Â
Our breathing is getting heavier as we both hold each other tighter and tighter, our movements begin to build, and the throbbing deep in my core is growing and growing. You roll me over, your whole body pinning me to the bed, your forehead rests on mine for a moment as you catch your breath.Â
Then you withdraw and plunge back, oh so gloriously deep and hard into me, and my climax rockets through me as you hold yourself buried to the hilt kissing my neck, my legs cling on to you pushing you deeper. You thrust in again and I'm utterly wrecked, again and again you keep going until your orgasm rushes through you too with a low grumbling guttural noise and I feel you flood me with your cum.Â
You carefully roll to the side, I move with you, keeping you deep inside me and we settle with limbs entwined. I soothingly stroke your side until I hear your breathing even out, I look up as your heavy eyes close, I kiss your chest and whisper, "now who's the Sleepy Head!"
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IMMEDIATELY asking for jasonâs pov of the fake dating fic for the prompt meme. literally first and only thing that popped in my mind. i donât have a specific scene in mind, any you want would be amazing
oh and i forgot to say happy belated birthday!! you donât have to reply to this separately lmao
Thank you very much! I've always kind of wanted to write Jason's POV of the hickey scene in chapter two, so I hope you enjoy âĄâĄ
It probably made Jason a bad person, but how could he resist the opportunity when it was right there?
âYou might notâve noticed, but Iâm a possessive kinda guy,â he said in extreme understatement. âWhen I own somethingâor someoneâI make damn sure everyone knows. You need more than this if youâre gonna be mine.â
It was a lie. A shameless, shameless lie.
Was Jason the kinda guy who marked up his partners as much and as often as theyâd allow? Yes.
Was there a single solitary person in Crime Alley who was gonna look at Red Hoodâs boyfriend long enough to even realize he had hickies, let alone count them? Absolutely fucking not.
So it was a lie, and Jason knew it. Knew that Tim would be lucky to get eye contact as long as he was undercover, because nobody would want to be the moron caught staring at Red Hoodâs boyfriend. Jason had never dated anyone as his crime lord persona before, so they wouldnât know what kinda punishment heâd lay down for staringâŠbut he was sure they could imagine, and it would keep all of their gazes firmly averted.
But the excuse was right thereâright there like the hickies heâd left before, scattered across Timâs neck and just begging to be joined by some friendsâand who was Jason to ignore it?
Tim hadnât answered. Jason felt like that was a good sign; better hesitation than an immediate âno.â
âSo?â he asked. He couldnât resist the urge to apply a little pressure to the mark below his thumb, treasuring the way Timâs pulse jumped in response. âMore, yes or no?â
Timâs pulse evened out immediately, and not in a natural way. No, that was Tim applying Batmanâs lessons in controlling his heartbeat. That was Tim needing to control his heartbeat, because Jason was absolutely getting to him.
âSure,â Tim said casually. âKnock yourself out.â
âGreat,â Jason said, matching Timâs casual tone. Not easy, when the jealous, possessive thing in his chest was nearly purring in satisfaction. Heâd had so much fun marking Tim up the first time and couldnât wait to do it again.
âŠBut half the fun was flustering Tim, and Jason was pretty sure Tim had a strength kink. (It would explain his baffling and infuriating affair with the super clone, for one, and also Jason was like seventy-five percent sure Tim had checked him out the last time he took advantage of the Batcaveâs weights.)
So he took the excuse of their height difference to lift Tim right off his feet and put him on the kitchen island. Without asking. With no visible effort. (No effort required, itâd be so fucking easy to just pin Tim to the wall and hold him there while Jason fucked himâ)
Tim was blushing. Fuck yes.
He also wasnât asking why Jason had done that, which was an even better sign, Jason thought. Still, for the sake of appearancesâ
âYouâre too short,â he offered in explanation. Tim didnât so much as roll his eyes; another good sign.
He wanted to keep teasing Tim, see if he could get that faint blush darker and more obvious, but the other half of the plan called. They had a date to go on.
So he stepped up between Timâs splayed legs and gripped his hips, yanked him to the edge of the island, and went to town.
Timâs skin was soft beneath his lips. His shirt rubbed distractingly against Jasonâs chest. And the quiet, hitching breaths he kept taking were driving Jason out of his goddamned mind.
He was obviously trying so hard to stay cool, to play it unaffected like he wasnât bothered all by Jasonâs attention, and he was failing. Calm, cold, unflappable Tim was being really fucking flapped by Jason giving him a few hickies.
It was hot as fuckâand, more importantly, it gave Jason hope. Hope that this plan might actually work after all. That he might walk away from this not only with his traitors dealt with, but with Tim finally being his as a bonus.
And if notâŠwell, at least heâd have this memory: Timâs stifled moans, the taste of his sweat, and his visible struggle not to arch up into Jasonâs touch.
It wasnât everything Jason wanted, but it was a damn good start.
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THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE
FIRST ROUND: 25th Tilt
Sir Guy of Gisbourne, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) VS. Finan, The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)
Propaganda
Sir Guy of Gisbourne, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Portrayed by: Basil Rathbone Defeated Opponents: - Nasir [Mark Ryan], Robin of Sherwood (1984-1986)
âJustice for Basil Rathbone's superlative Hot Villain Energy, his incredible fencing calves, his smirk, his sneer, and his really quite distractingly hot hands.â
Finan, The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Portrayed by: Mark Rowley Defeated Opponents: - The Sheriff of Nottingham [Alan Wheatley], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1955-1959)
âWhat is it about Finan? His dry Irish wit, for one thing. But beyond that? Heâs just the kind of guy I want to be around. There is no fiercer fighter, no better or more loyal friend, and no hotter guy than Finan (barring, perhaps, Uhtred). I would follow him around like a puppy and he would just have to put up with me. And you know what? I bet he would."
Additional Propaganda Under the Cut
Additional Propaganda
For Sir Guy of Gisbourne:
âThe fencing in this movie is SO GOOD and thatâs mostly because Basil was an Olympic pro and made everybody else look so good. Iâve never seen faster fencing than Guy and Robin Hood in the final sequence!â
âAlthough Prince John and the Sheriff are the leading antagonists, Basil Rathbone as Sir Guy is the perfect foil for Errol Flynnâs Robin. Sir Guy is an archetypal hot aristocratic villain, with charisma, sword fighting skill, and a hard, arrogant edge.â
For Finan:
âLike a sort of blood sport enthusiast David Tennant, if you will.â
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