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see-arcane · 1 month

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Our good friend Jonathan Harker is getting ready to leave for his business trip, Mina Murray is picking out a new journal, Lucy Westenra is charming a gaggle of smitten suitors, Abraham van Helsing is wrapping up his lectures, and Castle Dracula is prepping the guest room for a very long stay.

Which must mean that Dracula Season is here again!

‘Dracula Season’ being a catchall term for the voracious reading, memeing, writing, illustrating, analyzing, and general fun-having that’s ensued since Matt Kirkland’s project, Dracula Daily, caught on with us back in 2022. The Substack had already been running before then, but it sparked a conflagration as time went on and readers old and new to Bram Stoker’s Dracula—the actual novel, not Coppola’s fanfiction—devoured it in a way that scratched an itch none of us knew we had. Stoker wrote the book in epistolary fashion, clumping sections together as needed for the pacing without perfect adherence to chronological order. Matt went ahead and put all the events in order and proceeded to set up a lovely chain of emails that delivered entries on those correlating dates.

This style of organization and pacing turned out to not only make the virtual book club that much easier to engage with, but left space in-between to stew on the story and relate with the characters themselves. Every day of waiting in the book feels weightier when you have to pace and sweat and worry in tandem with poor Jonathan trapped in the castle or Lucy wasting away or Mina running out the clock before she loses the fight for her own humanity. And while we sat with the story or the lulls between Dracula Seasons, some of us found ourselves craving more of that ghastly gothic horror goodness to the point that we figured:

“Well. Why don’t I make something?”

And then we did! Tons of creative works have been churned out in the wake of Dracula Daily’s high. I figured that while we’ve still got a bit of time to wait for May 3rd, we should check out all this new stuff in the meantime. (Plus a handful of neat stuff that just clicks with the Dracula itch overall.)

So, in the interest of Dracula Season pregaming, let’s take a look at…

FICTION

Blood of My Blood – A recent addition to the Dracula Bad Ending AU pile, and definitely one of the most harrowing and addictive group-produced narratives I’ve ever come across, Blood of My Blood is the dramatically gothic currently-WIP work of @ibrithir-was-here and @animate-mush’s devious design. Give or take a heap of other fascinated folks (hello!) adding ideas to put more Horror into the Horrors that our cast has to face. The premise:

The Transylvanian climax went fatally sour and the Harkers were forced to shelter with Dracula himself, including their half-vampire son, Quincey. Cut to two decades later, and Quincey finds himself out in modern London, smitten with Lu, adopted daughter of Arthur and Jack, and diving into certain bloodstained old documents that detail the real history of how his parents came to live in the castle. Said revelations coming not a moment too soon, as a storm is coming for him straight from the Carpathians…

Dracula Daily Sketch Collection – An array of illustrations that captures every entry beat by beat, the Dracula Daily Sketch Collection by Georgia Cook, alias @georgiacooked was dished out over the course of the last Dracula Season. Some of the most fun character designs out there.

Fanfiction Spotlight: BlueCatWriter – With a whopping 99 works devoted to the novel Dracula (so far, the number may have gone up since I blinked), @bluecatwriter is one of the most prolific and talented fanfiction scribblers out there. Romances, nightmares, and overlaps between the two seem to crop up the most, give or take a crossover. Seems fitting that those blue paw prints have contributed to BoMB too.

The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolk – An ongoing comic in which all your favorite characters from the Classics section get together and tackle some perils ranging from the mundane to the monstrous. Started by the amazing @mayhemchicken and posted on @lxgentlefolkcomic, this series is a love letter to beloved Victorian era lit, with a spotlight on the two couples leading the League. Namely, the Harkers, ala Dracula, and the Nortons, ala Sherlock Holmes,’ “A Scandal in Bohemia.” Mina and Irene are the driving investigative and steering forces here, and still deeply in love with their likewise-infatuated husbands, just like in their canons! What a concept! Alan.

Without spoiling the full character list, just know there are going to be a ton of familiar faces roaming around before you finish reading the first arc. Said arc having conveniently wrapped up just a few days ago! Give the comic and its bonus silliness a look if you’re in the mood for a new comfort-adventure epic.

Re: Dracula – Probably the most well-known and incredible thing to come out of the initial Dracula Daily wave. This podcast is a full audio drama that follows the same format as the Substack, with episodes coming out in time with the entries themselves. And it has an unfairly cool soundtrack. They have a Tumblr with @re-dracula, a site and a Patreon to check out before the series kicks up again on May 3rd. (Also, keep an eye out for their next work, an audio drama in the same style with Carmilla.)

The Soldier and the Solicitor – Another treat from @ibrithir-was-here, this one involves a bit of time travel trouble. Quincey Harker has stumbled out of World War I and into the same dark forest where his father once fled for his life…then runs into the man himself, on that same night. Jonathan Harker, young and starved and lost, who has no choice but to trust this stranger while the Weird Sisters are at his heels…despite said stranger having no shadow. It’s a tasty emotional trek, already complete on Tumblr, but now it’s turning into a Webtoon. While Ibrithir is juggling a number of other stories, she’ll be redrawing spruced up versions of the comic and adding a few new scenes as things unfold.

Substack Stack – You know what’s better than one emailed-out public domain book club? A mountain of them. Just. So, so many of them. You’ll see that a lot of these are finished, but some are still ticking along. Either way, they’re all great picks if you’re craving some more old school lit to fill the void between undead emails.

Frankenstein Weekly – Frankenstein

Jekyll and Hyde Weekly – The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Voyage of the Nautilus – Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

Letters from Watson – Sherlock Holmes

The Invisible Mail – The Invisible Man

Letters from Bunny – E.W. Hornung’s short stories of the eponymous Bunny and Raffles

Letters Regarding Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse’s Bertie Wooster short stories, including the novel, Right Ho, Jeeves

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…The Beetle Weekly – The Beetle (NOTE: Do Not Read This.)

The Vampyres – A novella I finally wrenched through the gears of self-publication as of March this year. Starring a petite but powerful paranormal cast, The Vampyres, centers on an unscrupulous undead fellow who finds that the revenants of the world are being mowed down by an entity known only as ‘Quinn Morse.’ Between trying to save his neck and figure out where the shadowy bastard came from, the Vampyre in question crosses paths with a new paramour and handy human shield in the form of a grieving Good Samaritan. He’s even polite enough to invite the Vampyre into his home while he’s in dire straits! Surely this will end well. All the info is available here and a little author site is over here.

What Manner of Man – This is the one made for everyone who started out hoping there’d be a real love story with our good friend Jonathan Harker and the Count when he was at his most charismatic. Where that sea of wonders dried up into a mire of horror, What Manner of Man by @stjohnstarling keeps things firmly on the romantic tracks. This Substack stars the letter-writing priest Father Victor E. Ardelian as he finds himself meeting with one enigmatic Lord Alistair Vane. It isn’t long before interest turns into intrigue and intrigue into undead intimacies.

The entire novel has been completed—along with multiple epilogues in the author’s Patreon, allowing readers to choose for themselves just how the uncanny romance plays out in the end—and the Substack now has a number of other gothic goodies piling up in the meantime.

NONFICTION

Dracula Daily: A Unique Reading Experience: This one comes courtesy of @realwomenofgaming. It’s a short and sweet piece that amounts to a fun snapshot of the entire Dracula Daily ride. A cozy couple-minute read.

‘Dracula Daily’ is the One Substack You Need a Subscription To: Features my favorite Matt Kirkland interview. @mattkirkland, if you’re still floating around on here, thank you for dispatching our vampire newsletter again this year.

Dracula Daily is Tumblr’s hottest new book club: Alright, the ‘new’ part is worn out by now, but this one is still a delightful article to swing back around to. Two years on, this Polygon piece is a time capsule of those early months when people outside our bookworm bubble realized we were all happily receiving letters from our favorite classic gothic horror blorbos.

“How Mina Murray Became Dracula’s Girlfriend” – Princess Weekes, if you ever read this, thank you, thank you, thank you. I am sending oceans of love and millions of rewatches to your video essay. If you haven’t seen it yet, “How Mina Murray Became Dracula’s Girlfriend” is one of the most refreshing and well-made breakdowns of both the title subject and numerous other issues that have proliferated in the public view of Dracula’s cast and plot as adaptations endlessly warp or outright bastardize the actual novel. An incredibly cathartic watch.

Literary play gone viral: delight, intertextuality, and challenges to normative interpretations through the digital serialization of Dracula: A mouthful of a title for an even more elaborate article about the Dracula Daily phenomenon. This one is a full-on study that analyzes just what happened within the big bloodsucker book club surge and how its ‘wandering reading practices’ enriched the experience for participants.

“The Undying Undead: An analysis of the Dracula Daily community for a theory of online community formation and interaction” – We have a thesis on here! Look at that! @sirangelothebestest’s MA thesis used our vampiric book club as the bones for a massive brick of an academic piece that definitely deserves a look.

…And I think I’ll go ahead and cap things here.

This isn’t everything I got recommended, but if I had squashed all of it in here, I think folks’ eyes would start to fall out of their head. I hope you can find something cool to comb through here. Or, if there’s something great I overlooked, tack it onto the list! We’ve got just two weeks to go until we’re off with Mr. Harker. Let’s enjoy our respite before those castle doors close behind us.

#time for Dracula Season pre-gaming :3 #thank you to everyone who sent in their suggestions!#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula

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susiephone · 1 year

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wtf is dracula daily?

i’ve seen a couple people ask this question on my posts about it, so i thought i’d go ahead and clear it up here!

ok so, the classic horror novel “dracula” is an epistolary novel - that means it’s told via letters, diary entries, ship logs, and news articles. (technically the term “epistolary novel” refers to works told solely through letters or emails, but many have expanded it to mean any work that is told via in-universe documents, hence why diaries and logs often get included as well. “frankenstein” is another classic example; the whole framing device is robert walton is recounting the story he heard from victor to his sister via letter. a modern example would be “several people are typing,” which is told via slack messages, or “the perks of being a wallflower,” which is told via letters from charlie to his anonymous pen pal, which is functionally more like you’re reading his diary.)

because of the nature of the narrative, we actually know the exact day nearly everything in dracula happens - the letters, news articles, diary entries, etc. are all dated.

“dracula daily” is a substack project where the novel is broken up into parts, with people who are subscribed to the project getting emails every day something in dracula happens - for example, the novel opens with jonathan harker’s journal entry on may 3, so on may 3, subscribers are emailed that entry. the action of dracula takes place from may 3 - november 6, plus an epilogue set some years later. the project started in 2021 (i think), but fucking BLEW UP in 2022, and they’re doing it again this year! lots of us are very excited - especially people like me who fell behind last time.

why not just read the book?

valid! due to some parts of dracula being told out of chronological order, dracula daily does reorder some things. for example, the first section of dracula is told entirely from jonathan harker’s pov, then the second section switches the pov to mina murray. their sections have some overlap in the timeline, so dracula daily jumps back and forth between their perspectives.

if you want to read the book as bram stoker intended, dracula daily may not be for you. but for a lot of people (myself included!), it breaks up a very long text into easily digestible chunks (....mostly. there is one entry that is 10k words), and the fact that it’s a big project means there are a lot of people reading along with you.

i think there’s also something valuable about experience the slow revelation of wtf is going on along with the characters. the book which you might otherwise get through in a few days is stretched out into months of suspense and agony as you wait for the other shoe to drop, and it’s great.

plus, the whiplash between “jonathan harker’s neverending horror” vs “lucy is basically on the bachelorette” that you get in dracula daily is very very funny.

how do i sign up?

right here! and if you sign up and fall behind in the emails, no worries - the dracula daily website posts past entries so you can catch up.

what if i prefer audiobooks?

have i got great news for you!

like i mentioned before, i couldn’t keep up with the emails last year. part of it is that it is much easier for me to focus on an audiobook or keep up with a podcast than it is for me to sit down and read, especially with longer entries.

this year, there is going to be a podcast titled “re: dracula” that was inspired by dracula daily. every episode will be a dracula daily entry, with a full voice cast! (seriously, if you listen to british podcasts, you will recognize some of these names. the magnus archives and wooden overcoats girlies are WINNING.) you can find that here.

there is also a podcast called “cryptic canticles” that has an already-completed audiodrama of dracula that i’m told is also extremely good, and was also broken up by date. you can find that here.

why do i keep hearing about paprika/the boyfriend squad/lizard fashion/cowboys?

you’ll see.

oh god am i gonna hear about this nerd shit for the rest of the year

yes. sorry.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #cryptic canticles

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lewisvinga · 2 months

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my boss ? | toto wolff x fem! russell! reader

summary; after his divorce with susie, toto swore to have a break from the dating scene. everything changed when george brought his sister to a team event.

warnings; age gap,

word count; 1k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested ! not rlly proofread lol

masterlist !

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“Since when did Toto have a divorce?” Y/n loudly exclaimed to her younger brother from the living room as she scrolled through Twitter. “And can you hurry up? I finished 20 minutes ago.”

“Like a few months ago. You didn’t know?” George asked, finally appearing from his bedroom. “I’m just fashionably late!”

Y/n snorted as she looked at him. “Okay…” She trails off before returning, “And no I didn’t know. I don’t have sleepovers with your boss.”

“Whatever, you wouldn’t get it!”

“Right…” She mumbled, shutting off her phone and setting it inside her small handbag.

Despite her brother driving for Mercedes for a few years now, Y/n had only met Toto once, which happened to be during her worst moment. It was Silverstone 2022 and she was ecstatic to see her brother race in his home race. She had gotten the cold but was determined to go. So she went but opted for no makeup, a casual loungewear outfit, her Tasman Ugg, and her hair clipped up in a banana clip.

She honestly didn’t care for her appearance. She cared more about being comfortable while sick to support her brother still. If she had known that his hot boss would be there, she might’ve dressed up more.

However, that thought was blown out the window when she found out he was married. The small crush on him always persisted, but it was just a mere crush on someone unattainable so she pushed it to the back of her mind.

Until she saw a tweet revealing that her younger brother's hot boss had divorced his wife.

When George invited his sister to a Mercedes event because Carmen was busy with work, she was ecstatic to make a better impression on the Mercedes team principal. She chose a deep red dress that complimented her skin, her long hair was blown out and diamonds adorned her neck and bracelet. She looked different compared to when she first met him.

Toto immediately noticed Y/n when she walked into the gala with George on her side. She had caught his attention with the way she flipped her hair and laughed at a joke Lewis said.

He remembered when he first met her. She was dressed in sweats and had a nasal voice. Her nose was red from blowing it into a tissue so often but he thought it was cute. He was already having issues with Susie by that point but Y/n managed to catch his attention.

He was chatting with sponsors when George walked up to him with his older sister beside him. “Toto! Fancy seeing you here.” The Mercedes driver says in a teasing tone as the two shook hands.

“Same old, same old.” Toto chuckled, keeping his eyes on the girl beside him. “And Y/n, right?”

Y/n’s eyes widened in shock as her red lips curled into a smile. “Yes! You remembered?” She asked, her voice filled with excitement and curiosity as she shook hands with the older man.

“I’ll never forget such a pretty face.”

His words made her let out a giggle as George held back the urge to gag. “I’m gonna head off, talk to some sponsors, you’ll be alright on your own?” He asks his sister.

“She can stay here with me, it’s fine.”

“I’ll be fine, George.” Y/n smiled and patted George’s shoulder before turning back to the Austrian, “Besides, Toto will keep me company.” Her brother gave her a strange look before excusing himself and leaving to talk to some sponsors leaving her with Toto.

“So, what’re you doing here? With George, I mean.”

“Being a good sister-in-law. and making sure my brother doesn’t get shit-faced at these events because Carmen isn’t here?”

Her response earned her a deep laugh from Toto. He shook his head at her response, his hand tightly wrapped around the cup of scotch. “I understand him, truly. Sometimes these events bore me out of my mind.”

“At least it’s an excuse to dress up.”

“It is. And must I say, you look beautiful tonight.”

Y/n felt her face heat up, mentally thanking the full coverage foundation she wore that covered up her red cheeks. “I-well-“ She stuttered. She clears her throat as she stands up straight, “Thank you. You look rather handsome yourself.”

Fortunately for her, George didn’t bother her the entire night which meant she spent the whole night chatting away with Toto. They immediately had a connection despite the Mercedes team principal being a few years older.

As the evening progressed, neither realized that the venue was now almost empty except for a few people. They were so distracted by each other and by the alcohol in their system that they failed to notice when people began to leave.

Y/n looked around with a laugh at the empty venue. She noticed George by the entrance with his arms crossed, signaling to her with his eyes that he wanted to leave. “I guess this is my sign to leave.”

“Actually, Y/n,” Toto’s deep accented voice interrupted her before she could say anything. She hummed in response as she noticed him pulling his phone out. “I’d like to carry our conversation another time. Perhaps over dinner?” He suggested with a smile, going to the contact app on his phone and showing it to her.

She couldn’t help but smile widely as she took the phone from his hands. She typed her phone number in and even took a picture to add under her contact. “Well, Toto, I’ll be looking forward to continuing our conversation.”

With a sudden boost of confidence, Y/n stood on her tiptoes to plant a quick yet gentle kiss on Toto’s cheek. She smiled when her lipstick left behind a red stain on his cheek. She quickly turned around and walked to George, making sure to keep her posture straight and not daring to look back.

George, who saw it all happen, had a look of disgust on his face as she dragged him out of the venue. “My boss? Out of all people, you fancy my boss?” He asked in disbelief as they made their way out to the parking lot.

Y/n sighed and playfully rolled her eyes, “Oh, shut it, George. Besides, he’s hot and single now.”

“Gross! That’s my boss! Really, Y/n?!”

“Really, George.”

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #toto wolff scenarios #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff imagine

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hotvintagepoll · 3 months

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Propaganda

Jean Harlow (Red-Headed Woman, Dinner at Eight, Libeled Lady)— The original blonde bombshell. There would be no Marilyn Monroe or other funny blonde starlet without her! She was still an up and comer when cast in Platinum Blonde and at the time the film was either gonna be called The Gilded Cage or Gallagher (after the other female lead in the film) but after casting Harlow her role was expanded and the film titled after her. That's starpower!!!

Marsha Hunt (The Human Comedy, College Holiday, These Glamour Girls)—To be honest, I haven't had the chance to see a lot of her films, but she was an amazing person. A beautiful, popular actress during the 30s and 40s, Marsha was unfairly blacklisted during the Red Scare for speaking out against McCarthyism. Instead of letting that stop her, she focused her efforts on humanitarian work for causes such as world hunger, poverty, and pollution. She was also a support of same-sex marriage. Side note to any fellow fashion history nerds, she wrote a book on 30s-40s fashion. She stayed true to her beliefs through the years, and passed away at the age of 104 in 2022.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Marsha Hunt:

Marsha Hunt first signed with Paramount in 1935 at the age of seventeen, kicking off a prolific career as a beloved Hollywood star and fashion model. Her distinctive profile and facial structure earned her the nickname “Curly Lips”: “Besides a rounded forehead, almost no nose bridge, and a nose that curved upwards, even my lips curled up at the corners. Ronald Coleman and his wife Benita told me they used to describe me to each other as ‘Curly Lips.’ I decided that anything that helped two people I adored take notice of me would no longer keep me awake at nights.” (The Way We Wore, p.95) Marsha appeared in about seventy films over almost eighty years, including Hollywood Boulevard, College Holiday, Easy Living, These Glamour Girls, Irene, Pride and Prejudice, Blossoms in the Dust, Thousands Cheer, The Human Comedy, and many more. She was blacklisted during the McCarthy era for publicly defending Hollywood from the accusations of the House Committee on Un-American Activities, alongside Lucille Ball, Humphrey Bogart, Deanna Durbin, Henry Fonda, Judy Garland, Frank Sinatra, and many other members of the Hollywood community.

Jean Harlow:

what is there to say just look at her. the blondest woman to ever live. a sort of prototypal marilyn monroe. has a cocktail named after her so you know she was really that beautiful. dated longie zwillman. godmother to bugsy siegel's daughter. if we really want to bring back being a mob wife we have to start here.........

She was the OG Blonde Bombshell. People don't give her credit, but she was actually a sweetheart and had a great flair for comedy. And she worked those pencil thin brows! And even though she's known for the Blonde, she is deliciously evil in Red-Headed Woman, I highly recommend!

#marsha hunt #jean harlow #hotvintagepoll #ladies 1 #fuck that old woman

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Hi ABL! After watching episode 1 of Between Us, I was impressed with the level of "thirst" between Boun and Prem's characters in the last couple of scenes. Are there shows or scenes of shows, regardless of actual heat level, that you think did "thirst" well, regardless of how that's resolved at the time? Subjective, I know, but would love to get your take on this!

20 BLs with the BEST Thirst!

Thirst wants to slide a hand under his waistband right tf now and grind. Horny wants to rip his clothes off, and probably pop buttons and laugh about it. Yearning wants to run both hands up his back while they kiss deeply. Hunger wants to lift him by the ass and slam him against the wall.

Raise your glasses please, to THIRST.

I Cannot Reach You - Japan 2023

It's fresh in my mind, so first on this list.

Secret Crush on You - Thailand 2022

This scene in particular sprang next to mind, just because for me it kinda defined thirst in Thai BL. (Also see my #1 pick for sides at the end.)

Jun & Jun - Korea 2023

We Best Love: Fighting Mr 2nd - Taiwan 2021

2 Moons: Ambassador (AKA 2 Moons 3) - Thailand 2022

Eternal Yesterday - Japan 2022

Why R U? - Korea 2023

HIStory 3 - the BL that shall not be named - Taiwan 2019

Bed Friend - Thailand 2023

They sleeping together but King still thirsty af

Big Dragon - Thailand 2022

My Beautiful Man - Japan 2021

Between Us - Thailand 2022-23

Minato's Laundromat - Japan 2022

Ghost Host Ghost House - Thailand 2022

the infamous leg scene alone qualifies them, but they very mutually thirsty in general

My Personal Weatherman - Japan 2023

It's the point.

I Feel You Linger in the Air - Thailand 2023

The oil scene is a stroke of genius.

Well, several strokes.

Old Fashion Cupcake - Japan 2022

I Told Sunset About You - Thailand 2020

Love in Translation - Thailand 2023

Just because of that damn convenience store make-out scene.

Nitiman - Thailand 2021

I find thirst is often (although not always) the provenance of the seme character.

Mutual thirst is really rare.

Side dish gravy

Shorts, side couples, and so forth.

Oh My Sunshine Night - Thailand 2022

Noh appears 2x on this list. He's GREAT at thirst. Possibly the only Thai actor to give Japan real competition. GIVE HIM ANOTHER LEAD!

HIStory 4: Close To You - Taiwan 2021

Gen Y 2 - Thailand 2022

@heretherebedork and I call them PokeTongue for a reason.

Y-Destiny - Thailand 2021

kiss x kiss x kiss: Perfect Scandal - Japan 2022

No shocker that Japan is the only one to field a micro on this list. Usually thirst takes more build up.

Defining THIRST

I make a distinction between thirst and other types of physical desire. This is just me and language.

Thirst usually leaps off the screen and has an edge of danger to it. Like they gonna get caught, or go out of control just from wanting to touch. They gonna die without physical contact. It's pure survival need. Japan kinda specializes in this.

There's no humor to thirst, but horny can get kinda cheeky. It's more fun and mutual (ee.g. KinnPorsche). More want than need. So it's more Thailand and Taiwan.

There's also yearning (e.g. The 8th Sense), which has a more emotional soul tether to it. Korea in particular, but also like GMMTV and lower heat prestige stuff, high school things for example (My School President).

And finally hunger, which I tend to think of as desire but with a nourishment component. It's I want what's MINE. Like Taejung in Cherry Blossoms After Winter.

These aren't mutually exclusive, mind you.

I dithered but they didn't quite make the list

Irresistible Love - China 2016

Second Chance - Thailand 2021

Takara & Amagi - Japan 2022

Love Area - Thailand 2022

Takumi-kun - Japan 2007

Moonlight Chicken - Thailand 2023

My Engineer (RamKing) - Thailand 2020

It's why we're all still mad we never got full RamKing

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This posted dated end of 2023. Not responsible for thirsty BL that happens after. Check the comments for additions and other's thoughts on the matter.

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thelibraryghost · 1 month

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A Young Person's Guide to 18th-Century Western Fashion

unabridged version at blogspot

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months

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If you look at the trademark application for American Riviera Orchard, you’ll see that she’s trademarking it through a newly registered in Delaware company called Mama Knows Best, LLC.

Infact when you dig into the domain names etc, it seems this was thrown together last minute aka 2months ago after KC3/ PssoW C’s illnesses were announced. They are using PR to pretend they were working on it for an entire year, but even Scobie said they had nothing or whatever they had was all over the shop and he had no idea what it would be.

His comments don’t speak to a focused vision that is researched into whatever this is.

And what’s glaring about this launch is the lack of anything to sell. Not videos or actual products which speaks to the theory that this wax thrown together very quickly.

Russell Myers from the Mirror says if you sign up to the website, you get a respinse telling you that you’ll be notified of products when they are created/ available……if this was a year in the making and with proper marketing/ PR people, they’d have products ready to go. What it is right now is a landing/ holding page ( comments turned off on IG) until it produces products.

It’s also interesting that the video is showcasing cooking which Markle tried to manifest for years while dating Corey. She auditioned and or popped up on varioys cooking shows/ fashion segments hoping to be hired. Acvording to people magazine, this launch of a lifestyle brand will have a companion show on Netflix. If Network tv won’t hire her for dream job then she’ll use her distribution deal to make it happen aka pay herself to make it happen!!!

However, one thing she revealed which tells me she has no clue about aspirational lifestyles/ branding. Her home kitchen hasn’t been updated from the dated 2000s/ early 2010s decor. It’s tye same kitchen from the sales brochure.

Infact, glimpses of their home show a distinct lack of updating from the sales brochure. The onpy room thry updated is the one with the dining table as desk and their two side by side chairs. They removed all furniture and painted it white and addedva jute rug and that california bear poster over the fireplace.

The current trend in kitchens for the wealthy is marble counter-tops and sleek designs meanwhile she’s displaying faux country/ italianate kitchen from the 90s.

The women she is cosplaying eg GOOP, Martha and Ina Garten have upgraded to the current trend in kitchens. GOOP showed off her new kitchedn in AD. Heck, JLO is showing off her sleek kitchen.

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That they haven’t updated their house to their taste is what I laugh about the most. Are they really that cash-poor? Do they really have that much debt that they can’t afford to redo anything? Surely Markus and Soho House can cough up a few million to keep her happy, and when the Sussexes default on the loans, they can make Soho Olive Garden, a Californian spinoff of Soho Farmhouse. Win-win, if you ask me.

meanwhile she’s displaying faux country/ italianate kitchen from the 90s. ➡️ Remember, Meghan’s whole aesthetic is 90s. Of course she wants the Italian Country kitchen.

And thanks, anon. You’ve just reminded me of a house I looked at when I was moving back in 2022. The homeowners were so into that Italian Country Kitchen theme that they PAINTED the entire kitchen like it was a rustic Italian restaurant. You know you go into a family-owned Italian mom-and-pop place (not a chain like Olive Garden or Maggianos, but something like your neighborhood Italian pizza place) and it’s got that orangey-beige sponge paint that’s supposed to mimic sandstone and there’s a huge wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling mural of Italy and dusty fake vines hanging from decorative columns? Yeah, that was how this kitchen was painted. Even the cabinets. And that was not even the weirdest house I looked at by a mile.)

#submission #ask #sussexes #roop

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dreamingofep · 10 months

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(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: kinda🤭

Prompt: Today is the day Elvis comes home from the army and you’re waiting for him with open arms. He wants to show you how much he missed you. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing/ tension, SMUTTT, oral sex, fingering, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 5K

A/N: Hello everyone!

I love some army Elvis and he looks way too damn good to not write about him! Like who gave him the fucking right I hate it. This idea came with the help of @loving-elvis when we noticed how beautiful he looked in this interview and what fun could be had on that desk🤭 I purposefully put that bottom left picture on here for good reasons 🫣 Thank you @cryingabtab for the title name🩷

Again this man has me weak, I’ll never get over him so I hope you enjoy this little one shot and let me know what you think!

I also mentioned earlier that I'm also posting my fics on Ao3 so you can read my stuff there too if you want! The link is on my masterlist. Thank you again❤️

Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

March 7th, 1960

Excited nerves rattled your body as you waited for the white gates to open to Graceland. These last two years have felt like a lifetime since the last time you saw Elvis. He left your life in such an abrupt fashion and you couldn’t believe they shipped him off to Germany so quickly.

You had only been seeing each other for a few months before he was shipped off so it wasn’t a serious relationship by any means. You both did have a really nice connection though. One that was so easy you didn’t need to think about being a certain way with him or do anything that you didn’t feel was right. He just had this presence that calmed you, but also left you on edge with a tingly sensation running down your spine.

He was just as heartbroken about the news of the draft as you were. His career was taking off and he was doing what he loved. Couldn’t help but feel he was cheated of the opportunity to do more, but he’s coming back home today and you know he’s going to make a big impact with whatever he does next.

On his last day here in Memphis, you clung to his shoulders, not wanting him to go so soon. You had hope that things could go further with him but the draft might spoil those chances.

“When I come back, if you don’t already have a man takin’ care of ya, will you be here waiting for me?” His voice cracking with emotion.

You gazed into his beautiful blue eyes, trying to memorize how they look into yours.

“Yes honey, I’ll be here,” you whisper.

He cracks that crooked smile you love so much and kisses you passionately, flames building inside you. His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you in closer to his warm body. You feel your heart gallop in your chest, your body wanting him like never before. But it’s all too late, and the wonder of what could have been will haunt your dreams for the next two years. He pulls away and looks at you breathlessly.

“If you want, will you be good for me? Stay untouched and everything,” he asks innocently with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

You nod your head, squeezing his hand assuredly.

Within these last two years, no guy has caught your eye, not the way Elvis Presley does. Your friends would set you up on dates with some guys but they always fell short compared to Elvis.

His daddy let you know a few days before that Elvis was coming home and he wanted you there if you weren’t busy. You were thrilled Elvis told him about you, giving you a glint of hope that he still has feelings for you. You knew you were playing a dangerous game though. Elvis could have found a new love in Germany and forgot all about you or he might want you again.

The white gates slowly open and the black Cadillac makes its way up the winding driveway. Everyone that gathered on the steps of Graceland buzzed with excitement to get a glimpse of Elvis after all this time.

The back door opens and out comes that tall, blue-eyed boy you’ve missed so much. He was wearing all black, his tan chest peeking out from his dress shirt that was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. A gold medallion hung from his neck and he flashed that million-dollar smile you had seen so many times in newspapers and magazines. His hair perfectly styled and drooping down onto his forehead when he moved. You couldn’t imagine a better looking man.

He gets rushed with hugs and kisses from his family members and you can’t help but feel the excitement grow inside you to get a hug from him next. His eyes dart up to meet yours standing there on the stoop of the entryway and he looks at you in awe. He politely parts from everyone and makes a beeline to you standing there. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering places on your body longer than he normally would and it makes you blush. Elvis bites his lower lip as he smiles and shakes his head at you, “well goddamn. Aren’t you the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he gushes. He wraps his arms around your torso and picks you up, giving you a big hug. You can’t help but squeal as he squeezes the air out of you. You giggle as you breathe again and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. He places a soft kiss on your cheek and sets you back on the ground, taking another look at you.

“Is it possible you got more handsome?” You ask coyly. He grins down at you, not letting go of your waist. There’s an intense heat radiating through him, his eyes boring holes into your entire body.

“No honey I’m still just me. You on the other hand… my God you look so gorgeous. I really missed you,” he smiles.

You can’t help but reach for his face, caressing it with your thumb, and look into those mesmerizing eyes.

“I missed you too Elvis,” you say shyly.

He reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers in yours. He looks back to the crowd forming and pulls you into the house, closing the door hoping no one will notice his absence.

“Where are we going?” you say in a hushed whisper as he’s pulling you swiftly to the back of the house.

“Away from everyone. I just want a second with ya before I get bombarded with people,” he says as he opens the back door and rushes into the back office outside. He closes the door and the stillness of the office brings a chill to you. Not only that, but the way Elvis feels around you is something you hadn’t experienced before. He feels so comforting and at the same time, dangerous? You can’t really put a finger on what it is but something has changed about him. And it’s not necessarily a bad thing either, it’s just overwhelming and makes you want to sink to your knees. The confidence that he carried now shined through him like never before. When he left, he was still trying to figure himself out, the fame blinded him and he was still a little shy kid from Tupelo. But now, the confidence he carries is so… attractive. You don’t want to get away from him.

Elvis’ hands find your waist once more and pulls you in to hug you, leaning down his face into the crook of your neck. A chill forms all over his body as his skin touches yours.

More… your body screams.

Your brain races a million miles per second and you try to calm yourself down.

He sighs softly and looks back at you, almost unsure of what to say.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I wouldn’t want anyone else waiting for me,” he coos, tucking your hair behind your ear, showing your face to him.

“I wouldn’t have missed it, honey. It’s been too long,” you say, your hand snaking up to his soft hair.

A new tension forms in the room and your heart pounds because of it. There’s a dangerous glint in his eye the more he looks at you. A look of want? Need? No, lust. Raging, burning, lust when he stares at you. He parts his lips and subtly licks them, his eyes looking like they’re intoxicated.

“Baby?” He murmurs.

“Hmm,” you say dreamily.

“I need to kiss you,” he says as his breathing starts to hitch.

Your hands grab onto the front of his shirt and pull him in closer.

“Well what are you waiting for,” you whisper, pulling him into you and reaching up to kiss him.

His soft lush lips press into yours and you could swear this is what heaven feels like. He breathes in deeply as he goes for another kiss, heat coming off of him in abundance. Your hand wanders over his chest, feeling the soft little hairs that lay there. His lips continue to devour yours, putting his hand on the back of your neck, making a soft airy moan slip from your lips as he deepens the kiss.

Elvis likes this response from you, letting a moan of his own come out and he pushes his hips into your body. Your heart dances wildly, relishing in this new sensation he’s giving you, feeling his member grow hard with need. You gasp when you feel his bulge and your core begins to throb.

You look up at him breathless, needing more of him but not too sure what to do next.

“Oh honey,” he mutters, his hands grappling at your dress, scrunching up the pretty tulle fabric.

“Elvis… I-I-I want you… you feel good,” you stutter out.

A cute coy smile appears across his face.

“You feel even better baby.” He says cutely.

He walks you back toward the desk, lifting you up and sitting you down on the cold surface. He steps in between your legs, causing you to spread them apart more than you normally would.

“Baby uh,” he stammers.

“What honey?”

“Have you been good? Staying a good little girl for me?” He asks. Heat rushes to your core as you realize what he’s asking of you.

“Mhmm, yes honey. Been on my best behavior,” you assure.

A little smirk forms on his face and he grabs a hand full of your dress up, moving it above your knee and stopping there.

“Can I see? Can I feel how good you’ve been?” He says low, his voice dripping with temptation.

Wetness pools in your panties and there’s nothing more enticing than having Elvis touch you. You want it so bad it feels like you can’t breathe properly without his skin on yours.

“Yes, you can touch me,” you squeak out.

He lifts your dress up higher, exposing your white cotton panties that now had a wet stain on them. He sees the stain and his eyebrows shoot up and he hums to himself in contentment.

He loops his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you lift up your hips to help him get them off of you.

You’re left exposed there on the table not sure what the state of your pussy might be looking like but based on the way it feels, it has to look a mess. He crouched down to get a better look at you, spreading open your folds with two of his fingers and seeing the wetness spilling out of you.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Someone’s been a very bad girl,” he tsks.

Your whole body feels on edge and a bit embarrassed, but you know Elvis wouldn’t make you feel bad about this sort of thing.

“I’ve only been bad since you drove through those gates,” you stammer. “Just the sight of you has me dying…”

“Oh I see honey… can I feel how bad… how bad this pussy needs attention”

Your heart thumps wildly and you are so magnetized to him and his gaze. You never want him to stop looking at you like this.

“Yes, please touch me,” you whimper.

He leans into kiss you, his tongue entering your mouth and tangling against yours. You pull him in again by his collar and moan. He slowly pulls away, his eyes looking at you ravenously.

Elvis places his index finger on your lips, rubbing it along your bottom lip.

“Open your mouth and lick,” he instructs.

Your breathing hitches and you nod your head, opening your lips apart and letting him push his finger in your mouth. You lick his long finger, swirling it like a lollipop, getting most of it wet with your saliva. You grab onto his wrist and continue the motions as he watches you intensely. A deep guttural growl comes out of him as you look up at him with pleading eyes, watching him come undone with this one small act.

He slowly pulls his finger out, traveling down to your wet heat. His finger gets in between your slick, wet, folds and he cusses when he feels how soaked you are. He rubs it back and forth a few times, giving you a new shocking feeling and increasing the throbbing sensation that has formed there. His fingertip finds your entrance and he carefully plunges it into your core. You gasp, never having been penetrated before and unaccustomed to anything being inside you. His finger feels so long inside you and your walls hug it taught. Your mind races with the thought of what his dick could feel like inside you. If his fingers were long… surely he had something to hide in his pants.

Elvis moans when he gets knuckle deep inside you, grabbing onto your thigh and squeezing it with his other hand.

“Fuck honey, this pussy feels perfect. I want to be inside you so bad,” he moans, his finger curling up and pushing up against this spot inside you that could make you scream.

“Mmm, oh god yes,” you moan, bucking your hips into his hand. He gives a pleased chuckle as he watches you grind more, figuring out what feels best.

Suddenly, a group of voices start to get closer to the office and their footsteps become louder. You freeze, your heart sinking to your stomach as you don’t know what to do.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself.

He carefully pulls his finger out and licks all the slick that’s gathered on his finger. He moans when it hits his tongue and his eyes roll back slightly.

“Mmm, taste so sweet honey. We’re gonna have to wait though, the reporters are coming, I need you to hide,” He says controlled.

“What? Right now? Crap, where should I go?” You say in a bit of a panic.

He pulls your dress down as the voices become louder, “get underneath the desk baby. Don’t make a sound,” he says as he leads you to the back of the desk and covers the back of your head so it doesn’t get hit. You crouch down and get in the corner of the desk, bending your knees up to your chest and try to control your breathing.

The door bursts open and a bunch of men’s voices fill the small office. You hear camera bulbs flash and everyone trying to get Elvis' attention.

“Elvis right here!”

“Elvis how’s it feel to be home?!”

“Elvis turn to the left please!”

You hear his father’s voice telling them to calm down and ask questions one at a time.

Elvis is quiet as they snap a few pictures and then he goes to sit down behind the desk. You see his legs move the chair aside and sits down, spreading his legs open and pulling his slacks up.

You stare at how he’s sitting like he’s just teasing you in your helpless state. He leans forward on the desk, waiting for the reporters to get organized before they ask their first question. There’s little light coming through but your eyes get drawn to his crotch. There you see the outline of his hard member, pressing against his leg. You have to place your hand over your mouth from the gasp you wanted to make. He was so much longer than you could have ever anticipated and that growing need of having him inside you grew immensely.

The throbbing grew inside you and you squeeze your legs together, needing some relief. You pray that this interview isn’t an hour long or something because you’re going to be in agony by then. Elvis starts answering questions very nonchalantly, his smooth deep voice bringing a zing to your core. His southern inflection on certain words makes your heart leap out of your chest. How can he be so sexy just doing the bare minimum?

His foot rubs against your leg, rubbing it up and down as he sits back and swivels his chair side to side answering the questions.

Your hand snakes up his pant leg and you squeeze his calf. His leg tenses when he first feels you but then relaxes. Your fingers rub slow soft circles on his toned leg and he starts to move it. You’re not sure if he’s moving it out of nervousness or out of distraction but you can’t keep your hands off of him.

The next question has you at attention and you stop rubbing his leg.

“Elvis, did you find anyone special over there?”

He chuckles amused by the question, “No no I didn’t. I did meet this one girl… but it was no big love affair or anything. They just took some pictures when I was getting on the plane that’s all.”

You let out a sigh of relief, thankful he wasn’t madly in love with someone else overseas. But right now it honestly didn’t really matter, he wanted you and was wanting to make love to you and your body craves him. He scoots the chair in some more, leaning on the desk waiting for more questions. Your hand travels further up and finds his still hard length. The heat radiates off of him and it makes your mouth water. You rub it gently, up and down, feeling his body stiffen when you put more pressure. He clears his throat as he answers the next question and pushes the chair in even further under the table, giving you better access.

His hips subtly rut into your hand and your need for him grows when he does this. You never thought you could make him feel like this but you have him all in your hand and based on how he’s moving, he’s loving it.

You feel your wetness seep out of you and run down your leg. You were turned on like never before and needed him to pour all of his attention on you.

More…. Your body continues to scream.

Your hands move up further until you find the button of his pants and slowly slide down the zipper.

He puts one of his hands on his thigh and scrunches the material of his slacks in a frustrated manner.

You make sure not to move too quickly to not give any attention to what’s happening behind the desk. Your hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard length. You press your lips together to hold make the moan you want to make as you stare at his cock.

He was much longer than you thought and part of you is nervous to have all of that inside you, but on the other hand, you are so unbelievably horny for him, wanting him to stuff you to the hilt with it. You feel the tip of him leaking with a clear fluid. Your thumb swirls it, spreading it along his head and his hips jolt forward, making it seem like he was just adjusting in his seat.

Your hand starts to slowly jerk him, feeling the heat of him in your palm like a hot rod. You feel so dirty for doing this but love that it’s with Elvis and it seems he’s enjoying it. Another really bad idea comes into your mind. One that you’ve only ever heard of from other girlfriends and right now, it seems like a really good idea. You want him in your mouth.

Your heart continues to gallop, almost sure that everyone can hear it in this room. You decide to go for it, and pull back his foreskin and swirl your tongue on it. The clear fluid tastes salty but your mouth waters for more. You wrap your lips around him and put more of him in your mouth. You hear him take a deep breath in as he answers the last question and try to maintain his calm stature.

Your wetness continues to pool more and the throbbing becomes almost insatiable. You try to not make any noise with your mouth but it is difficult. You have to take it slow and based on Elvis’ hip motions, he’s liking it.

The reporters thank Elvis for his time and people start to file out. A few of them hang back trying to get another question in but his daddy escorts them out and informs them the interview is done.

“Daddy, please let me be alone in here. Don’t let anyone in. I need a moment to myself,” He says calmly as your mouth takes more of him. You hear his audible gasp and clear his throat again.

“Sure son, no problem,” He assures.

The click of the door closes and Elvis stays still, making sure no one is going to come in. He moves his hips away from you and you release his length from your mouth. He stands up and swiftly goes to the door, turning the top bolt. You hear his footsteps come around the desk and he pushes the chair away from it. He reaches his hand underneath the desk and finds your arm and pulls you out from underneath.

He has fire in his eyes and looks so unbelievably intense. Taking the back of his forearm, he wipes the desk off clean. Papers fluttered into the ground and paperweights made a loud thud when they hit the carpet.

He picks you up underneath your arms and sits you down firmly on the desk. Your eyes wander down to his open slacks and see his length in a better light. You softly moan when you see it, veins protruding from his shaft and the head of it peeking from his foreskin, red and glistening with your spit.

He places his hand on your chin, making you look up into his eyes.

“Jesus Christ woman, look what you’ve done to me,” his head shoots down to look at his length. He doesn’t let your head move and you just have to wait for what he wants to do next.

“That stuff you were doing was very bad… I liked it a bit too much,” he says devilishly.

“Oh yeah? I wasn’t sure but… I’m glad you did. I really liked it too,” you say timidly.

His hands squeeze your thighs, spreading your legs open and pulling up your dress to rest his cock on your folds. You gasp at the sensation and he moans deeply. He takes his cock in his hand to rub the tip of it on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp and claw at his arm, cussing underneath your breath.

“God you’re so wet honey,” he groans as his length gathers more of your arousal on him. He watches you intently, seeing how your eyes cannot be taken away from his length. He chuckles inwardly and continues to tease you.

“You see something you like?” He asks deviously.

Your breathing quickens as you continue to watch him rub his length through your folds.

“Y-y-yes Elvis I umm… oh God,” you pant, letting these euphoric feelings wash over your body.

“What baby, what is it? Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” he tantalizes.

You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling your cheeks turn scarlet with what you’re about to say. “I just… umm… I didn’t expect you to be so… so big,” you mutter, looking back up into his eyes.

A soft smirk forms on his face, “it’s gonna feel even better inside you,” he coos. “Are you ready for me? You want me to take care of you?”

Your head feels like you’re on a cloud and drunk on him at the same time.

“Yes please,” you mewl.

He pulls your dress up off your body and pushes you back on the desk to have you lie down. The cold surface hits your back and sends chills through you as Elvis looms over you. His hands squeeze your breasts and another bolt of lightning travels through your body to your core.

He lines himself up and pushes the tip in, making you cry out. He grunts when he tries to put more inside of you.

“Fuck honey you’re so tight. You need some help taking me.” He says pulling out of you and placing two fingers on your clit and rubbing there. You let out another needy moan as he works you. He coats his two fingers in your wetness and carefully pushed them inside you.

“Ohmygod,” you cry out and your head pops up off of the desk to watch him finger you. He curls them and feels out your fluttering walls.

“Yes baby that’s it, keep nice and relaxed for me,” He beckons. His fingers reach places you haven’t even known about, making the slick between your legs grow even more. You begin to rut into his hand, letting your instincts take over and get the most pleasure out of it.

He groans when he watches you, almost looking envious of his fingers with how good they’re making you feel.

He quickly pulls them out of you and you moan with feeling so empty.

He lines himself up again against your weeping hole and looks at you, he sees your pleading eyes wild and lust-filled.

He pushes himself in and groans heavily, your wet heat wrapping tightly around him. You cry out for him, feeling the searing pain and pleasure filling your body. He keeps a slow pace, pushing in more of his length with each thrust. You watch as he pulls out his cock and see your wetness cover it, then get buried back inside you. It’s all too much, the sensations that he brings to you are like nothing you’ve ever experienced or thought you could experience.

Elvis hisses as he moves faster, “goddamn honey, feeling so good. Squeezing my cock so tight already,” he slurs. He grabs onto your hips and starts to drive into you like this. You moan louder, feeling the pain sear through you.

“Elvis please,” you cry. He rubs one of his thumbs on your clit and moves it in fast circles.

“You’re doing so good honey. Almost there,” he says as he pushes the rest of his length inside you making both of you groan.

“Oh god Elvis yes,” you moan. Pleasure slowly starts to seep through your veins and tightens the coil in your belly. He moves his hips faster, hitting all the right places and making you feel so good.

His face looks gorgeous like this, so concentrated on you but so lustful. He makes the most delicious noises when he takes you, grunting and panting for air as he stuffs you completely. His eyes are glued to his length going in and out of you and how each snap of his hips makes you moan even louder.

The pain subsides and all you can feel is mind-blowing satisfaction. You sit up on your forearms to look at him fuck you, your coil tightening by the second. His hips pound into you harder, rubbing your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, bringing you closer to orgasm.

His eyes drink you in and suddenly stop when he looks at your belly. He cusses and places his hands on your lower belly, putting a new pressure there making you feel so full. Every snap of his hips drives you wild and you’re so close to screaming his name.

“Look baby, look how deep I am inside ya,” he grunts breathlessly. He lifts his hand and you can see the poking of his head pushing up on your lower abdomen. You moan deeply, unable to take much more. The squelching coming from between your legs makes Elvis take you faster, wanting to take you to the edge.

“Fuck Elvis, that’s so good,” you gasp, placing your own hand on your belly to feel him inside you.

He growls, too far gone with lust raging through him, “Oh honey, takin’ me so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he groans.

He leans down to suck on your breast, licking and biting at your nipples. Your walls flutter and you know you’re going to cum. He sees the panic and pounds into you harder, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Come on baby, let yourself go,” he pleads.

You throw your head back and scream for him as your walls squeeze around his girth. Your entire body radiates with pleasure and you can’t catch your breath with how he’s taking you.

He moans your name too, barely able to contain himself while he’s inside you.

“Goddamn baby, I need to cum…” he grunts through his teeth, his hips becoming sporadic and his strides uneven.

He abruptly pulls out of you and jerks his cock in his hand. You watch as white-hot spurts come shooting out of him and into your belly. You watch in awe as he comes undone in front of you, probably one of the single most hottest things you had ever seen in your life. The way his eyebrows furrow together and opens his mouth before letting out the most satisfying-sounding moan you’ve ever heard.

Elvis pants over you, wiping the sweat from his brow and leaning onto the desk with one hand. You look up at him in a daze, unable to comprehend what has happened within this last hour. Your body feels weak yet floating on a cloud. You have no idea sex could be that good let alone it being your first time. Those famous hips put in the work and left you breathless. You look down at the pool of his arousal sitting on your belly, and back up to him.

“Was that okay for you honey? Did I do a good job?” He asks innocently. You nod your head yes quickly, almost laughing that he even had to ask you that.

“Oh yeah honey, you were… God I have no idea what to say, It was so damn good,” you gush.

A smile forms on his face as he looks at your body again, “Good baby, I loved it too. I couldn’t get enough,” he teases, wiping your belly off with a tissue.

“Well umm… I’m free for the rest of the day…. If you decided you wanted some more of me,” you tease.

He lets out a little chuckle and his eyes light up, “I might just have to take you up on that,” he coos.

•

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barrencelenny · 2 months

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I feel like fic recs tend to be things that are complete, so I thought I'd rec some things that haven't been updated in a while (>a year) or abandoned, but I still like to go back and reread

with links and comments under the cut <3

Poured Over Ice in an Old-Fashioned Glass by prepandemicwriting (bealeciphers) [2016-02-04, 28k]

-classic bartender!barry fic. they're both kinda disasters all around? hilarious

Run Away With Me by asexual-fandom-queen (2016-05-23, 14k]

-the only time asking someone to run away with you has ever worked lmao.

Painting the Roses Red by Solarcat [2016-07-01, 20k]

-Family of Rogues but there's a third snart sibling that Len's got to protect. Lucy Snart that only exists in this fic and my brain ily <3

I bet these memories follow you around by MissSugarPlum [2017-06-07,5k]

-Lisa and Barry in high school at the same time, Barry being tiny and full of rage, Lisa being reluctantly charmed, mwah. chef's kiss.

Bolt from the Blue by town_without_heart [2017-06-16, 170k]

-pre-canon meeting is always delicious to me. eobard being aware of it is the cherry on top (what a creeper)

The Good in You (the Bad in Me) by blue_wonderer [2017-08-02, 26k]

-I have a soft spot for fics where Barry and Lisa are friends what can I say. set pre-canon, and barry is a goddamn delight

Get Me Through The Night by Mentalrebel [2017-08-07, 11k]

-super interesting formatting. it's a lifeline au? I have no idea what that it, but it's fun

Ties and Barricades by yersifanel [2017-09-01, 10k]

-pre-canon meet-ugly where len kidnaps his soulmate as part of his getaway.

Realignment (time & company) by writerdragonfly [2018-02-13, 12k]

-me? rec a time travel fic? of course. time traveller's wife au. gives some really interesting backstory to Len's mother/family

Unexpected Development by nirejseki [2018-04-05, 20k]

-it's so funny it's practically a crack fic. calling the reverse flash Mr. Banana is an inspired choice

since I can remember I've been runnin' from you by youmakemesoangry [2019-01-26, 14k]

-barry getting haunted by post oculus len yes oh yes

Sticky Fingers by MoriartyMastermind [2019-03-05, 18k]

-barry stealing wallets as the flash is like objectively funny okay

Resonance by Moriavis [2019-06-16, 40k]

-looove a soulmate fic and this one is so unique. Barry and Len meet when Barry's still a child, and it ends before they meet as adults, so really it's mainly a Leonard snart character study

Ice and Lightning by vomitingwords [2020-03-26, 2k]

-potentially the only figure skating au for this ship?

Zero to Sixty by scrubmarine [2020-06-26, 25k]

-barry meeting len out of costume because he's running away from Iris is a hilarious set up, and he kind of deserves it

Just Friends by Thundersnow [2021-08-11, 168k]

-a classic fake dating au, trying to figure out how a blueberry coffee could taste good has been a question that has followed me for years.

Shiva by crestfaller [2021-11-07, 17k]

-I always need more fics dealing with the loss of Henry tbh, and this is a really good exploration of grief.

What It Might Cost by Kateera [2022-05-17, 20k]

-a classic deaging fic, len is heartbreakingly cute

Stand Still by Taste_of_Bitterness [2022-09-15, 25k]

-len doesn't go on the waverider after running to stand still. Barry's kind of a mess here, tbh?

I Think I Love You by youmakemesoangry [2023-05-03, 67k]

-it's post Len and mick's legends trip, and they're helping out team flash. there's a truth spell involved. It's a classic trope. (also there's this bit where mick's reading Frankenstein and he calls creature victor's kid, and that's such a mood, my gothic fiction class spent like an hour talking about his daddy issues once)

#might start a little collection of fic rec zines lol #k.txt #coldflash #fic recs

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annislittleshopofhorrors · 1 month

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It really seems (now) to me that three years ago 🐟 was expecting to arrive in Hollywood and have the world handed to her.

Anybody remember her following LA luxury mansions on IG? And then unfollowed after the fans started harassing her?

Then trashbin posting that video of them near the Hollywood sign and she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat?

Looking back, I really do think she was expecting to become the next IT girl. I think her friends were all hoping to hitch onto that gravy train by association too which is why they acted the way they did for so long. I think they were waiting to send a big FU to the angry fans that hated them and thought, wait till we go public and then you’ll see!!!

But as soon as she got her public dating announcement and the fans dug up her friends and hers questionable pasts, it all came tumbling down. I think for one month from November 2022-December 2022 she really thought she had arrived.

BUT…

Her show gets canceled, she doesn’t go viral for posting her ass and boobs on IG, she doesn’t become the next Miu miu fashion girl and they sat her behind a pole, she doesn’t get to walk the ghosted red carpet, try as she might she has not gotten to a million followers on IG, she has not seemingly gotten any new endorsements, her big CAA funded horror movie does not actually play in theaters all across Liberia, and she didn’t even get to go inside and attend the actual vanity fair dinner. Just stood outside on the carpet for 45 minutes and left. TMZ crops her out of a pap photo and even if gossip sites will sometimes talk about her, they still can’t or won’t spell her name correctly and don’t follow her on IG.

So for all those that are upset she didn’t appear to get her karma for being a lazy and talentless opportunist…well. Perhaps. 😉

Oh I think Karma is already busy with her. She can't find a job and has no collaboration or any other fashion deals.

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daisyblog · 10 months

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YN Tomlinson

Our Story Masterlist Summary: An insight into YN's life.

Background Information: Birth Name: YN Olivia Tomlinson Born: 13th of April 1994 Origin: Doncaster, England, UK Occupation: Hair Stylist, Fashion Influencer, Owner of Styles Fashion Siblings: Louis Tomlinson (brother), Charlotte "Lottie" Tomlinson (sister), Félicité Tomlinson (sister), Daisy Tomlinson (sister), Phoebe Tomlinson (sister), Doris Deakin (sister), Ernest Deakin (brother)

YN Olivia Tomlinson, born on the 13th of April, 1994, is an English hair stylist and fashion influencer. She is also the founder of the fashion company, Styles Fashion.

YN was born and raised in Doncaster, South Yorkshire. Her older brother is singer Louis Tomlinson. She was raised with Louis and four younger sisters: Charlotte, Félicité, and twins Phoebe and Daisy. Her parents divorced in 2011. YN has two younger siblings, twins Doris and Ernest, who were born in 2014, from her mother's relationship with Dan Deakin.

Like her brother, YN attended The Hayfield School and later on Doncaster College where she studies Hairdressing and Beauty Therapy, which are both located in Doncaster.

YN began travelling with her brother, Louis and boyfriend, Harry on tour with their band One Direction when she 18 as the band's hair stylist and make up artist Lou Teasdale's assistant. She worked as Lou's assistant from 2013 until 2015, during their Take Me Home Tour, Where We Are Tour and On the Road Again Tour, and for the bands promotional appearances during those years.

In 2016, she collaborated with several fashion brands including ASOS, Adidas and Zara. Later in the year, YN debuted the collaborative clothing collection with Adidas, where her brother Louis and boyfriend Harry both attended.

In 2017, YN released her first book, Styles: Fashion By Me. The book includes over 50 different fashion outfits and styles. A year later in 2018, YN launched Styles Fashion, her own company and clothing line, including clothing items that she designed herself. In June 2019, alongside her sister Lottie, she released a collaboration collection with fashion brand In the Style.

YN began dating her brother's bandmate, Harry Styles, in 2011. The couples relationship was exposed after a photo was taken of them kissing, at Harry's childhood's friend party. Despite their relationship, it is still clear that Harry and Louis's friendship has remained strong.

Speculations began that the pair may have split in 2018 when YN did not attend Harry's Manchester or London dates during his Live On Tour show. The pair were not seen together until December 2018, when YN posted a photo on her Instagram of the pair at her family's home in Doncaster.

In 2019, Harry released his studio album Fine Line, where fans were quick to conclude that the couple did in fact split the previous year. The album is a mixture of happy and sad times that the couple experienced and Harry said in his interview with Zane Lowe "The times when I felt good and I felt happy, we're the happiest I've ever felt in my life, and the times I felt sad was the lowest I ever felt in my life". In the same interview, Harry also confirmed that the voice played at the end of the track Cherry is YN, which was from 2014 when she was trying to learn how to speak French.

YN has featured in some of Harry's music video's, including Lights Up, Watermelon Sugar, Adore You, Treat People with Kindness, As It Was, Late Night Talking and Daylight.

After the loss of her mother and sister, YN has been open about her anxiety and has since been an advocate for mental health and currently is an ambassador, alongside her sister Lottie, for the bereavement charity, Sue Ryder.

Following the announcement of her sister, Lottie's, pregnancy in 2022, YN launched a maternity clothing line, quoting in her interview "My sister begged me to start working on maternity clothes as soon as she found out she was pregnant...how could I say no?".

YN has joined Harry on his Love On Tour tour, from 2021-2023. Harry announced during one of his Wembley shows that he had proposed to YN at the venue that very same day. Despite being on a world tour, YN still used her platforms to work in partnership with brands, but most importantly, provide the fans with the updates they wanted.

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delta-pavonis · 4 months

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Dream Journal Rescue for the wip game, please

WHOO! Thank you for asking about this one, Nonny.

For the 2022 Dreamling Secret Santa I took a risk and wrote something that can be very divisive in fanfic and in fiction in general: first person narrative. I wrote the first half of i had a dream (i got everything i wanted) as a dream journal that Hob used to record his dreams after they came back when Dream got out of the fishbowl in 2021. It draws both from the early comics and from the TV show in terms of events/timeline. This fic got significantly less attention than the others I had written at the time, but it was also the one I was most proud of that year (and that's with Eros in Pragma and Hypnopompia turtur in there!). I am still extremely proud of it because it is, for me, I think very poetic writing. However, the first version of i had a dream wasn't post-fishbowl, but actually started before the fishbowl. Hob still kept a dream journal, and it still started in first person, but the idea originally was that Hob would figure out that something had happened to his Stranger because of his dreams stopping. Which meant that they needed to have enough of a relationship/rapport by the 1910s that Hob would trust that Dream would not miss a dream "date" of theirs without very good reason. Hence, "dream journal rescue" as the name. I only have pieces of the fic, but I keep them because I still viscerally love what I did with i had a dream SO FUCKING MUCH that I want to return to that style at some point. If you have read i had a dream you will see the bits I took from this and transferred to that.

This is totally G-rated and starts before 1889, as Hob is anticipating that next meeting, and then keeps going into 1914. Here's what I have in that WIP file:

21 October 1885

I think I need to write these down. Olive suggested I start writing these down. She is usually right about such things.

Maybe it will bring some clarity to this… mess.

I’m in the White Horse Inn. (It is always the White Horse.)

The year is not obvious from the decor, which is a riotous mix of 1389 and 1489 and 1789. Delicate teacups and straw-covered floor and fireplaces with chimneys. Of course chimneys. But I know, in the way of dreams, that it is the day of our annual appointment, the next one, in 1889.

I shake my coat and hat free of the London morning rain. I am many hours before the time of our appointment. This my usual - I always arrive early. To ready the table and, more importantly, myself for our meeting.

But in this dream I enter the White Horse to find the Stranger already there. He looks exactly as he did in 1789. Which must say something about my imagination since he has always been in impeccable fashion specific to the era of our meeting.

Or perhaps it is because he looks at me with the same burning intensity that made our last appointment so spectacular. His eyes devour me, just as they did when we parted last, and I am absolutely helpless to resist.

I am sitting then, across from him, cups of tea and venison pasties between us. His beautiful pale fingers trace around the gilded edge of the teacup. I am speaking, words tumbling forth, I can hear the droning vibrations in my ears and throat, but it is not where my attention lies.

My attention is riding the wave in his coalblack hair. My attention is wafting the bob of his throat above his high collar. My attention is tracing the sweet pout of his pink lips. My attention is flying through storm-sky eyes.

He reaches across and

Fuck. I can’t write this.

[There are several attempts at starting entries after the previous one. None manage more than a sentence.]

[No attempts at entries are made after 1889.]

1 November 1898

I woke up still drunk and still in very rural Wales (note: never ever always maybe return for Nos Calan Gaeaf in the future) and found this old journal in the bottom of my trunk, so I suppose I shall once again make a valiant attempt to take dear Olive’s advice to sort out the dreams of my Stranger that ever plague me.

(I have heard tell of work by a man named Freud who claims dreams can be used to better understand someone’s psychology and potentially even relieve psychosis. He'd have a field day with me. May I never come within 400 miles of him.)

My drunk mind lacks creativity for scenery and so when I sleep this night I find myself in the same village square I was in only hours prior… however, I am back in time about 400 years? Long before the industrialization of the region, before the extermination of these old traditions by the expansion of “civilization.”

I have just won the silly harvest mare from the clutches of the other young men bringing the last of the harvest in, a horse-shaped horror made from the final stalks of grain reaped. I am now expected to try to sneak this rustling beast into the home where the bulk of the feast is being prepared by the womenfolk without one of them dousing me with washwater. If I succeed in getting into the kitchen unscathed I will win their finest beer and an honored seat at the feast-table. I am always up for new games.

(This is all Iwan’s fault for convincing me to accompany him home for the holiday yesterday and for me getting drunk while they all told me stories of the Old Days. Let it never be said that I abandon a friend in their time of need.)

I easily weave through the crowds of women and children, in their dresses and aprons and smocks, clothing I haven’t seen in centuries but are still as real as yesterday, and cross the kitchen threshold only to find the room empty. An empty kitchen except for the crackle of the hearthfire and my Stranger sat on a barrel in front of it.

The large fire paints him in oranges and golds and he looks warm and inviting in a way that I have never experienced outside of my mind. It is the moment I know for certain that this is a dream.

When he looks up to me he appears confused, brows drawn, lips parted.

I am the first to speak, although words do not come easily to me. “What…?” After our parting in 1889 I can scarce understand why I am seeing him before me now. Although nightmares of the night plagued me in the months afterwards, I had been blessedly free of any night-time visits from my Stranger for almost a decade now. It has been an unexpected boon after so many years of dreaming of him more carnally. I know these facts within the dream. “Why are you here?”

He doesn’t stand, cranes his neck back to look up at me, and I realize he has a low collar this night, lower than it had been even in 1489. I can see flame-gold arcing around the shadowed hollow of his throat.

“It is a Ysbrydnos.” He explains in perfect Welsh, as if I am some child. I do not question why I can so easily understand him despite my mediocre grasp of the language. It is a dream, after all. “Many call on me such nights.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Yes, ‘tis a Spirit Night and you a spirit.”

He tilts his head to the side, bird-like and distinctly not human. “Not as such. But I will attend the dreams of many who call me here this night.” The Stranger’s voice is just as rich and decadent as it is in person. This detail my memory - traitorous bastard it is - does not neglect.

“Of course. Even the version of you I make for my dreams gives non-answers and evasions.” I can feel my whole body hunch in defeat. I wrap my arms around myself, look to the floor. “Just why…” Even my dream cannot steady my voice. “Why does my mind show you to me now? Why this torment?”

“Ah.” Now his voice is choked and staccato. “You did not call me here yourself this night.” Perhaps he is surprised, or ashamed, I cannot tell.

Still, I want to scream. “After last time…” I grit my teeth and continue to stare at the floor.

I see the toes of his black shoes enter my field of view. His chest is perhaps a handspan from mine. “Do you truly wish to never dream of me?” This inquiry is a mocking echo of his usual question, but there is no mockery in his tone. “Given…" He shakes his head, unable to say the words. Say the words he should say: Given what I did to you… Instead he restarts the sentence, "It would be well within your right to request it.”

I sigh. He almost sounds remorseful. What a fantasy this is. How contrived. “No.” And if I ever doubted before that this was a dream the tiny bits of relief I see wash over my Stranger confirms it. His eyes soften minutely. His shoulders relax a hair's breadth. “This might be the only chance I have to ever see you again. And I would take the machinations of my mind, I would take delusions of your regard, over nothing.”

He hums, looking back to the fire as he takes a step away from me. I feel cold and bereft. “This dream is over.”

And then I woke up.

1 Nov 1898 I have not dreamed of him in six months. one year. three years. seven ten fifteen

25 May 1914

After almost 17 years I found myself dreaming of the White Horse last night and when I focused upon it in my mind’s eye I almost burst into tears.

Wait, Olive always said that this was more effective if I narrated as if I was reliving the dream. That I would get more details back that way.

I begin the dream standing outside the White Horse Inn and knowing that I am dreaming. It is the first time I have begun a dream this aware and therefore it is noteworthy.

When I enter I feel his presence before I see it. Through the doors in the back, to the private room that had been set aside for us in 1789. He is once again in front of a fireplace, standing this time, hands clasped at the small of his back as he looks down into the flames.

(Note: Ponder this pattern more later, that I associate him in dreams with fire.)

The door to the room automatically closes behind me and he turns. Despite the venue, he is dressed, as always, in the pinnacle of fashion. All black - of course - but a suit with long jacket and waistcoat and tie nonetheless. The ever-present ruby sits heavy and dark just below his throat.

“I did not intend the delay, Hob.” And doesn’t that throw me for a loop. I did not know prior to that moment that one could get dizzy in their own dreams. “I sometimes forget that time flows… differently… for you humans. But I did think on our last conversation.”

Thirty questions stampede through my mind at once. Everything from ‘Did he just directly admit that he is not human?’ to ‘Which last time?’ I throw all of these aside and instead opt for a cautiously lilted “And?”

A magnanimous wave of his hand and we are sitting, the same tea and sweets that were present in 1789 grace the table between us. I hold my breath. “Perhaps we can pick up, as much as we can, where we were in 1789 before the Lady Constantine interrupted us.” I am so taken aback by the turn this dream has taken that I cannot for the life of me think of what to say next. Luckily, my mind does not require me to as he continues. “I believe you asked my name.”

I almost fall over myself to give him leave to avoid it. “Only if you wish it.” Just don't leave again.

He smiles, something brighter than usual, and it feels like looking into the Sun. “I have a list of titles, which we can get to later, but the simplest name is Dream.”

I clamp down on the anguish that’s in my throat, but it still comes out as a high-pitched wheeze from between my teeth. “Dream?! DREAM?!?” I let myself slump boneless into the chair, impropriety be damned, and splay my legs out in front of me, hands over my face. “Oh fuck my mind and these GAMES. Why can it not send me sweet dreams of you? Of COURSE you are named Dream… you are a dream! Has my subconscious no creativity? Christ in heaven…”

“Hob!” He shouts. He has never shouted at me before. I look to him through my fingers, meet twilight-blue eyes. “My name is Dream of the Endless and I am the King of Dreams and Nightmares.”

Shock, bright white and violent, runs through me and I quite literally fall out of my chair.

And then I wake up.

26 May 1914

I do not think I have ever been more wrong about something in my long long life.

Fuck.

My Stranger is Dream. He lords over dreams and nightmares. They are his Domain, his Kingdom.

F U C K

I knew that he was something Other. But this. This.

We met again last night, in my dreams. I don’t need to work at this anymore (thanks for trying, Olive) because he asked me last night if I wanted to remember this, remember meeting him. Apparently he has some manner of control over such things.

I told him yes. Of course I said yes. But I think I want to continue to keep track of what has happened, what will happen, in my dreams, here in this journal. If only so that I have something to refer to later when I have absolutely zero confidence that this is real. Some proof that I haven’t gone completely barmy.

Last night we talked. Just talked. It was in a liminal space, barely distinct as containing a floor and walls and chairs. All monotone, in blacks and greys and faint whites. It still reminded me of the back room from 1789.

He - Dream - told me so much. More than he had ever said to me in one go ever before. He told me some of his other names: Lord Morpheus (or just Morpheus), Prince of Stories, Oneiros, Shaper of Forms. He has a kingdom, home to dreams and nightmares alike. They are not only his citizens, but he creates them. Creates!

I have so so many questions.

But I must parcel them out carefully. Each answer is a treasure I will hoard.

I returned his generosity with words of my own.

#Dreamling #Pavonis writes #another dream journal fic

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hardstraykidshours · 1 year

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stray kids fic-mas: day 12

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: getting snowed in with your best friend takes an unexpected turn.

length: 3.6k

warnings: christmas mention, food mention, profanity, sexual/suggestive content, no sub/dom dynamic, oral (f. receiving), hand job, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), cream pie, cum eating, praise, pet names, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: this beautiful idea was requested by @yourhwngness! omg this was such a good idea, and i really ran with it, it ended up being much longer than originally anticipated. i hope you like it!

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"well…i think we’re all done,” hyunjin says, looking around at the holiday decorations, admiring his work.

“it looks amazing. we did good,” you say with a grin as you glance around the living room, the glow of the string lights dancing across every surface. your eyes land on hyunjin, and you can’t help but admire the way the lights look like stars in his eyes. you swear you could stare at him for hours.

you and hyunjin have been best friends for years. you’ve been through everything together. breakups, school dances, terrible fashion choices, hyunjin has been by your side for all of the best and worst parts of your lives. he is the sweetest and most caring person you’ve ever met. and he also happens to be wildly attractive. with all this being said, it’s no wonder you’ve fallen absolutely head over heels in love with him.

you’re not entirely sure he feels the same, though, so you’ve never told him this. he’s pretty touchy with you, but that’s just how he is with everyone. everything he does for you doesn’t necessarily seem like something he wouldn't do for anyone, so over the years, you’ve tried to train yourself to not read into things. you know he loves you, but you aren’t sure that he loves you in that way. if you tell him, and he doesn’t feel the same, it could completely ruin your friendship. you would rather pine over an unrequited love than lose him forever. you’ve tried dating other guys, but you always end up breaking up with them. you can never seem to get over hyunjin, so you’ve just decided to let things be.

it started snowing this morning, so hyunjin invited you over to make his place nice and festive since the snow put him in a holiday mood. you never say to no to moments like this with him, so you absolutely jumped on the opportunity. with christmas music playing in the background, you had spent the entire day decorating while snow peacefully fell outside the window.

“wow it’s really coming down out there,” he says as he makes his way to the window, and you follow suit. a little over a foot has already fallen.

“i don't think you should drive home tonight. the roads probably won’t get plowed before nightfall, and it doesn’t seem like the snow is going to be stopping anytime soon,” hyunjin states with worry in his voice. “you can just stay at my place.”

“you’re right. thank you,” you respond, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. you’re not sure why, but for as long as you and hyunjin have been friends, you’ve never stayed the night at each other's house before. and the current prospect of staying over at your best friends house during a snowstorm while you’re madly in love with him feels strangely intimate.

he glances at you and throws his arm over your shoulder, making your heart skip a beat. “you want some soup? a snow day isn't complete without a nice bowl of soup.”

“that sounds wonderful,” you look back up at him.

he makes dinner for you both, and once you’re done eating, you curl up on the couch under a blanket while you watch elf. you’re not entirely sure how or when it happens, but by the end of the movie, you realize that you’re cuddled up against him, arms casually draped around each other. nothing could feel better than hugging hyunjin in the glow of christmas lights. It feels safe and warm, and you never wanna leave.

and then the power goes out.

“what happened?” you sit up slightly as you look around the now dark room.

“sometimes the weight of the snow breaks a tree branch or two, so i bet a branch fell onto a power line. they usually fix it pretty fast” he says as he stands up to look out the window. you try and hide the sadness on your face when you have to release him from your arms.

“well…” hyunjin begins. “i’ll go get some candles.”

he leaves the rooms and returns shortly after with an armful of candles and extra blankets. he lights each of the candles and places them around the room before he joins you back on the couch, sitting right next to you as he places a few blankets on top of each of you to share, scooting closer once he’s done to wrap his arm around shoulder. you’re thankful that the candles don’t give off too much light, so he probably won’t notice the obvious shade of pink growing in your cheeks as you snuggle your head into him.

you both spend a few minutes brainstorming ideas of what to do now before you settle on a little game of truth or dare, which for the two of you usually means just truth or truth since you both hate doing dares. you and hyunjin tell each other everything, but over the course of game, you’re both finding out silly little things about each other from stories you’ve never heard before. you play this for about an hour before he asks the question you’ve been too afraid to hear.

“have you ever been in love?” he asks innocently.

you feel your heart drop and face grow hot. too afraid to make eye contact with him, you just stare forward for a minute, deciding whether or not to answer him honestly, but before you even know it, you’re blurting an answer out.

“yes.”

“with who?” he responds, slight shock in his voice.

you shift uncomfortably so you’re no longer touching as you scoot a few inches away from him. your heart is beating so fast you swear he could probably hear it. panic seeps into your bones before you think of a clever response.

“hey,” you say with an awkward giggle, shoving him playfully. “only one question at a time, that’s the rules.”

“ok fine,” he gives in.

“truth or dare,” you say, quickly trying to move on.

“truth,” he replies.

“have you ever been in love?” you ask, trying to get back at him.

“yes,” he responds, voice noticeably quieter than before.

you’re a little bit surprised. hyunjin hasnt dated many people, and when he has dated someone, it never lasted that long, and he didn't talk about them much, so you really didn’t think he would say yes.

“with who?” you ask out of genuine curiosity.

he shoots you a playful grin. “only one question at a time, remember?”

you both laugh as you roll your eyes. as a silence falls over the room, there's a palpable tension in the air. you feel his gaze on you, practically burning a hole right through you. you nervously fiddle with the blanket, desperate to look anywhere but at him.

“hey,” he begins softly. “what's going on? what's on your mind?”

“i…um…” you start, looking for any excuse as to why you’re acting so strange now.

suddenly the lights click on, causing you both to jump slightly. you’ve never been so thankful for power to come back on in your life, as it seems to serve as a big enough distraction for hyunjin to move past the question he just asked you about.

“i'm feeling a little tired, how about you?” he asks.

you fake a yawn. “yeah, im feeling a little sleepy.”

you aren't really tired, but if going to bed is the only way to move past this tension then you’re willing to fake it.

“i'll go get the bed ready for you, i can sleep on the couch,” he says as he starts to leave the room.

“wait!” you interject, causing him to stop and turn around to you. “i can…i can sleep on the couch. you’re letting me crash here, i really don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

“there’s no way im letting you of all people sleep on my couch,” he says with a little chuckle as he leaves the room.

you're not entirely sure why, but that gives you butterflies in your stomach. you try to remind yourself that he’s probably just being nice.

as he returns to the living room, you move yourself so you’re sitting on one end of the couch as he settles himself at the other end. you once again find yourself fidgeting with the blanket, trying to avoid looking at him. the tension that was there earlier never really left. he stares at you fiddling. he knows you well enough to know that's a sign that something's on your mind. he’s got something on his mind, too, and he’s wondering if you’re both thinking the same thing.

“truth or dare,” he suddenly says, breaking the silence that had fallen across the room.

“truth,” you respond instinctively, still messing with the blanket in your hands.

“do you love me?” he asks frankly.

this causes you to look up at him, a mixture of confusion and shock painted across your face. “of course i love you. you’re my best friend.”

“i should rephrase my sentence,” he responds. “are you in love with me?”

your world stops. a deep red blush grows across your cheeks, making you wish that the power was still out. you just stare at him, eyes dancing across every detail of his face. he stares right back at you, silently daring you to answer. you stay like this for what feels like hours as you wrack your brain to figure out how to respond. should you be honest? should you lie? what if he feels the same way? what if he doesn't? no response feels right in your mind, but you decide to just follow your heart.

“yes,” you admit sheepishly. “yes. i'm in love with you.”

he doesn't respond. he just stares back at you. your biggest fear is becoming a reality. he doesn't feel the same, and you’ve just ruined your friendship.

“sorry,” you finally say. “i shouldn't have told you. i’ve just ruined things haven't i? I just..i just felt like i needed to be honest with you. you just…you mean the world to me, and i’ve been in love with you for so long. you’re the most amazing person i know, you’re sweet, you’re caring, you’re hot, i mean i don't know how anyone expected me not to fall in love you. but i was always afraid you didn't feel the same way, and i didn't want to lose you if i told you, and it wasn't reciprocated, so that's why i never said anything until now-”

"ask me,” he interrupts.

“w-what?” you stammer, caught off guard.

“ask me the same question,” he says.

“oh,” you realize what he means. “are you…are you in love with…me?”

“yes,” he states matter-of-factly.

you stare at him with wide eyes, trying to process what he just said.

“y-you…” you don’t even know where to begin.

“i'm in love with you too,” he reiterates. “i have been for years now. i also didn't want to say anything before because i was nervous about what that would do to our relationship if you didn't feel the same way. but i think we both felt the tension tonight, and when i saw how nervous you suddenly were, i figured it must have been because we felt the same way but didn't want to admit it to the other person. you’re literally the best person i could have ever asked for to be in my life, and you’re so devastatingly beautiful. it was just a given i would fall in love with you.”

every part of your body is on fire right now. you’re so happy that you literally don't even know how to express it. you're both frozen for a bit as you just stare at each other, the weight of your confessions really sinking in. he glances to your lips, making your stomach do flips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks.

“please,” you beg.

he immediately crawls across the couch to you and suddenly his lips crash into yours. the kiss feels desperate and hungry, like this is something he’s been needing for years. you’d always imagined what it would be like kissing his plush lips, but this is better than your wildest dreams. his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in a silent question. you part your lips slightly to allow his tongue to dance with yours.

never breaking the kiss, you shimmy down until you're laying down on the couch and he’s hovering over you. your mouths continue to move together in rhythm, like they’re made for each other. he gently massages one of your breasts through your shirt, causing you to sigh against his lips.

your head is spinning, you genuinely cannot believe this is happening right now. one second you’re snowed in with your best friend and the next thing you know, you're underneath him on his couch.

he starts placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

“can i take your clothes off?” he whispers in between kisses. “i wanna taste you so bad, been dreaming about it forever.”

goosebumps form as his words skate across your skin. a white hot shot of arousal goes right to your core.

“yes,” you moan out, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second.

his nimbles hands make quick work of your tshirt, bra, and leggings, leaving you in only your panties.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” he sighs out as he looks at you, a faint blush growing on your cheeks.

he crawls down your body, places kisses along your stomach on the way down. he gives a small peck just above the waistband of your panties before he hooks his fingers in the waistband and slides them down your legs. the cold air coming in contact with your now exposed pussy causes you to gasp. he kisses the inside of your thighs before his eyes land on your pussy as it glistens in anticipation.

“so pretty,” he says as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

you clench around nothing as you whimper. “jinnie, please…”

he continues to keep eye contact with you, his gaze dark with lust as he licks a long, clean stripe right along your cunt. you moan in pleasure as his mouth attaches to your clit, sucking lightly. your hands tangle in his hair. he releases his mouth from around your sensitive bud, making you pout at the lack of contact. before you even realize it though, his tongue dips inside you, curling ever so slightly.

“oh fuck,” you mewl. “feels so good, jinnie.”

he moans against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. using the fingers you have tangled in his dark locks, you pull him closer to you, desperate for more. you slowly roll your hips against his face as he practically makes out with your pussy. you clench around his tongue. if he continues like this, you’re gonna cum in no time, but you’re not ready to yet. you tug on his hair to pull him away from you.

“what’s wrong?” he looks up at you. “are you ok?”

you can't help but smile at his concern. “i'm fine. i was just close to cumming, but i dont wanna cum yet. want you to be inside me when i do.”

the worry on his face quickly fades back to seduction. he crawls his way back up to you. his plump, swollen lips are wet with your juices, which he licks off his lips. he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“i wanna see you,” you say, tugging on the hem of his shirt. he stands up from the couch and quickly takes off his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers. your eyes dance across his figure, admiring every muscle and miniscule detail. “Wow.”

he sits back down on the couch, and you readjust so you’re sitting on his lap straddling him. your lips quickly find their way against his as you reach down and palm him through his underwear. he sighs at the feeling, and you moan when you feel how hard he is. you can already tell he’s bigger than you imagined, and the ache in your core grows stronger as you imagine him inside you. continuing to rub him, you place kisses along his neck and collarbone.

you move your hand off his cock, eliciting a small whimper from him. you use a finger to pull and snap the waistband of his underwear against him. “may i?”

“of course,” he smirks. he lifts his hips slightly to allow you to shimmy his boxers down his legs. you quickly go back to straddling him, making sure you’re far enough back for your hand to wrap around his dick.

using the precum leaking from his tip as lubrication, you slowly start to pump him, causing him to throw his back with a moan.

“just like that, baby,” he sighs out.

you smile at the new nickname. “i like when you call me that.”

he looks at you with a smirk. “you like it when i call you baby?”

“mhm,” you hum, biting your lip as you continue to rub up and down his shaft.

before he can respond, you let go of him to gently flick the sensitive spot just below the tip, making hyunjin groan in pleasure. almost as quickly as you stopped, you return to pumping him up and down, feeling him twitch in your touch. he looks breathtaking, and you can't help how you start to grind against his lap, growing more and more needy by the second.

“jinnie,” you whimper. “wanna feel you.”

he places his hands on your hips and helps you upwards to hover over him. you cease your movements on his cock, instead grabbing the base to align him with your pussy. with his help, you slowly sink onto him, moaning at the feeling of him stretching you out. once you’re sitting on him fully, you both take a second to get adjusted to the feeling.

“you ready?” he asks, his hands still on your hips for support.

“ready,” you respond, placing your hands on his shoulders.

you slowly start to move up and down, relishing in the pleasant sting of his cock spreading your walls each time you sink down.

“shit,” you moan, head falling into the crook of his neck. “feels better than i imagined.”

“you imagined us fucking?” he asks sinfully.

“yeah,” you shamefully admit.

“so did i,” he responds between moans. “feels so much better than i thought.”

you clench around him at his words. you continue to bounce up and down, his hands helping guide you. soon after, he starts to buck his hips up in rhythm with your movements, making the sensation even more intense. you’re already starting to see stars, but he then snakes a hand in between your bodies to rub quick circles on your clit with his thumb.

“oh god, jinnie,” you mewl, face still buried in his neck. you feel your orgasm approaching at a rapid rate. “gonna cum.”

“you feel so good, baby. so tight. cum for me, baby,” he whispers into your ear between breathy grunts.

hearing that nickname accompanied with his dirty words are all it takes for your high to come washing over you. throwing your head back in pleasure, you moan out his name as your legs threaten to give out underneath you. your walls flutter around him as you continue to slowly move up and down, chasing the last little remnants of pleasure left in your body.

“i love you,” you pant out.

"i love you too,” he responds.

seeing you come undone on top of him has hyunjin approaching his high soon too. he inadvertently starts to thrust up into you, making you cry out in pleasure from the overstimulation. he gently lifts you off of his cock so you're sitting on his lap. he takes his dick in his hand and uses your cum to quickly tug on his cock. the only things slipping past his lips are soft grunts and moans of your name as he spills himself onto your abdomen. he gathers his bearings before looking at you. he notices you glance down to your body as you run a finger through the cum that's painted across you.

“sorry,” he says between breaths. “i knew i wasn't gonna last long, but we hadn't really discussed where i should cum, so i didn't want to do it inside without your permission. thought that might be the better option.”

you lick the little bit of cum on your finger off with a clean swipe of your tongue, making him gulp. you place a tender kiss on his cheek. “you're so sweet. thank you.”

“let me go get something to get us cleaned up,” he says.

you lift yourself off him to sit on the couch. he leaves and returns with a towel, using it to wipe you off. he throws the towel to the side before laying on the couch to spoon you, tossing a blanket over the both of you. he traces small designs on your stomach before placing a kiss on your temple.

“so i take it we’re both sleeping in the bed tonight then?” he asks.

you both laugh. you turn to look at him.

"i really do love you,” you say. “i mean it.”

“and i really love you too,” he replies with a smile. “i mean it.”

you kiss him softly. you never thought you’d ever say this, but you couldn't be more thankful for a snow day.

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Fukushu

The hitman who you met one New Year's eve promised you he'd be back, you just didn't think he'd be coming to stay.

A follow up to New Year's cheer, part of Bangtan Christmas 2022.

Pairing: Seokjin x f! reader

Genre: Assassin Seokjin, smut

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: Sex, swearing, mentions of criminal activity

Word count: 5k

You love waking up on spring mornings like this one, where the air is cool and the leaves are dripping, laden with dewdrops. The mountain air is bracing, you take in a deep breath and close your eyes as you go out into your courtyard.

When you open your eyes again, the serenity of your morning is broken by the unexpected sound of footsteps, then the appearance of a man.

As far as unexpected visitors go, he’s better looking than most.

He’s tall, with shoulders broad enough to block out the sun, and a face that really, honestly, truly, could be in magazines.

Unfortunately, in the line of work he’s in, he’s more likely to be in a CIRO dossier than a fashion tome.

You search the recesses of your mind for the name he told you that New Year’s Eve when you first met.

‘Seokjin,’ you say, pleasant with the memory of the night you shared. ‘What brings you back here?’

He smiles at you, beautiful, blinding.

‘You,’ he replies, ‘of course. I told you I’d be back to see you.’

‘The other thing is,’ he says, continuing, leaning closer like he’s confiding a secret. ‘I’ve been shot.’

***

You grumble to yourself as you set dishes on the table for breakfast, making sure to let your unexpected guest know how distinctly unhumourous you’d found his attempt at humour.

Seokjin had been unreasonably amused by your panic and concern at his announcement, had allowed you to pat him down for injuries before eventually confessing.

‘Of course I went to the hospital before I came here,’ he’d told you, just as you were searching for your first aid kit.

He’d raised an eyebrow at you, the wickedness of his humour unfortunately not detracting from his frankly devastating attractiveness.

‘You’ve very capable, but it is the 21st century,’ he’d pointed out. ‘There’s no substitute for good medical care.’

You’ve never wished so much to be affiliated with the yakuza who run your small town.

See how amused Seokjin would be with a blade to his throat.

You eye your chopsticks thoughtfully, and Seokjin says, from where he’s sitting at your table behind you, ‘You look very beautiful. I thought you’d dressed up specifically for New Year’s eve but you’re just as enticing in those tiny shorts you’re wearing.’

Belatedly, you remember you’ve yet to change out of your sleepwear.

You glance down at your thin t-shirt and decide to brazen it out.

Before you can turn around, Seokjin says, ‘that sleep shirt is so transparent you might as well be nude.’

‘Thank you for noticing,’ you say, dry.

You cross your arms pointedly as you walk past him to get changed.

He doesn’t even to pretend to avert his eyes, the bastard.

***

‘How long are you staying?’ you ask, after breakfast.

Seokjin sips his tea, casual. ‘How long am I welcome for?’

‘You actually outstayed your welcome long ago, five minutes after you got here.’

He ignores you. ‘I need somewhere to lay low, just until the heat dies down a bit. I thought a week, maybe two, max?’

He waits until you’re looking at him.

‘If that’s not ok, I can go. I don’t want to inconvenience you.’

You shrug. ‘I could use the company.’

‘Seriously, though,’ Seokjin says. He’s looking at you intently now, gauging your reactions like they matter to him. ‘If you want me out I’ll go right now.’

You say, ‘It’s fine, Seokjin.’

You hesitate. ‘I’m sort of dating someone right now, he stops by a couple times a week.’

‘Is he pretty like me?’ Seokjin asks.

‘He’s prettier than you,’ you say.

‘I find that difficult to believe,’ Seokjin says, tetchy.

You shrug. ‘You’re the one who asked.’

Seokjin mutters something you don’t quite catch, but it sounds pouty.

You glance at your phone. ‘Hey, I’ve got a delivery coming into the bar this afternoon, I should probably head to town. Will you be ok here?’

You show Seokjin around your place before you leave, tell him to make himself at home. You haven’t got a spare room, but you set up a bed roll for him in the annexe between your bathroom and living room.

‘I won’t be back until late, ok? Call me if you need anything.’

Seokjin’s already looking through your stash of games. ‘Sure,’ he mumbles, distractedly.

You roll your eyes. ‘There’s food. See you later.’

***

The bar’s quiet even for a Tuesday, you end up closing five minutes early to head home. You take the route you always take, down along the stream that leads to the back of your house.

You’re closing the gate behind you, fastening the latch, when Seokjin’s voice makes you jump.

‘Shit, you scared me!’ you mutter, leaning against the gate.

He steps out of the shadows. ‘Did you walk back? It’s so late.’

‘This is early for me,’ you say, rubbing the back of your neck, yawning. ‘I thought you’d be asleep.’

Seokjin follows you back into the house.

‘Hungry? Want noodles?’ you offer, getting a pot out of the rack.

‘I’ll make them for you,’ he says.

Surprised, you watch as he gets to work, boiling the water, dropping your noodles into the pot.

‘I’ll get changed,’ you say.

You return to a bowl of steaming noodles, a set table, a mug of tea.

‘Thanks,’ you tell Seokjin.

He sits at the table with you.

The moon shines in through your kitchen window, reminding you of the last time you saw him. You catch him staring at you.

‘It was a full moon on New Year’s eve wasn’t it?’ asks Seokjin.

You smile, softened by the late hour, the warmth filling your belly, the very beautiful man sitting across from you watching you eat a meal he cooked.

‘It was,’ you agree.

You remember the way he looked walking away from you in the cold just past the darkest part of the night, the footsteps he’d left in the snow.

Seokjin reaches over, pushes your mug towards you.

‘Drink,’ he urges.

You take a big gulp of tea, get up to put your bowl in the sink.

‘Go to bed,’ Seokjin says. ‘I’ll wash up.’

‘Just leave it, Seokjin.’

He hums, turns his back to you. His shoulders are broader than you remember, his body lean and long.

You realise he’s watching you look at him, reflected in the glass of the window.

He laughs softly, and you expect him to tease you, but all he says is, ‘Go to sleep. You look tired.’

You go to your room, find your bed roll prepared, quilt arranged neatly, pillow plumped.

You lay your head down and listen to the sounds of Seokjin clearing up in the kitchen.

Eventually, you sleep.

***

You glance out of the window at the sound of the approaching bike.

‘It’s the postman,’ you tell Seokjin, sat at your breakfast table. ‘Stay out of sight.’

Seokjin raises his eyebrow at you. ‘Just tell him I’m your brother.’

‘We don’t look anything alike.’

‘Different fathers?’ suggests Seokjin.

‘I don’t have time for a backstory now,’ you grumble.

‘Maybe an ex-husband?’

You scowl at him and yank open the door, stepping out to greet the postman at the bottom of the steps into the courtyard.

When you get back, post in hand, Seokjin’s frowning into the full length mirror by the door.

‘Do you really think we don’t look alike?’ he asks.

You stand side by side with him.

‘Do you really want to pretend to be brother and sister?’ you ask.

He wrinkles his nose. ‘Probably not. We’re definitely more like exes. Although why would anyone break up with me?’

‘Don’t know, maybe they’re not into handsome men,’ you tease.

Seokjin nods, seriousness in his eyes. ‘Too intimidating?’

You snort and start opening your post.

You frown at the bill you’re just received and shove it back into the envelope.

Seokjin’s been reading over your shoulder.

‘That’s a lot of zeroes,’ he remarks.

‘My dad had a lot of debt before he died.’ You shrug. ‘At least he owed it to the bank and not yakuza.’

You change the subject.

‘I’m getting another delivery today, I have to go in soon.’

‘Can I go with you? I can help.’

‘You good with a ledger?’ you ask. ‘You can help me with the quarterly budget.’

***

You’ve unpack your delivery, arrange things in the store room, make sure your bottles are topped up, and the dishwasher unloaded and then go to check on Seokjin.

He’s sitting behind your desk, frowning over the glasses he put on that you’re convinced are an affectation rather than a necessity.

‘What is this column?’ he asks.

You pick up the stack of receipts you’ve been meaning to sort out and start marking them.

‘What do you think?’ you ask.

Every business in the area makes regular payments to the yakuza, you’re lucky that money is all they want from you. As a single woman with no family nearby, it could be much worse.

Seokjin goes back to staring at your accounts.

‘It’s going to take you years on years to pay off that debt,’ he says, quietly. ‘Especially when half your earnings go on protection money.’

He’s not telling you anything you don’t already know.

You draw an ‘X’ on a receipt in black marker, bold, stark, before you reply.

‘My father went into debt paying medical bills for my mother’s care,’ you tell Seokjin. ‘He died paying it off. The bar is all he had left.’

You place the receipts on the small coffee table in your office.

‘I have a few things to take care of before we open,’ you tell Seokjin.

You smile at him, hoping to lighten the mood. ‘If you find a miracle in the accounts, be sure to let me know. Otherwise I can go back to looking at them tomorrow.’

The night’s lively, Wednesdays usually are, especially around payday.

You’re preparing more sake for a large group in the back when Seokjin emerges from the office, apron on like he works for you.

You give him a bemused look.

‘Want to help me serve this?’ you ask, joking.

Seokjin picks up the heavy tray without so much as a flinch.

You try not to stare at the way his forearms are flexed, hands gripping the sides of the tray. You have a sudden flash of what his hands might look like on your hips.

Seokjin smirks at you. ‘I’m stronger than I look,’ he says.

‘Weren’t you shot?’ you mutter.

He ignores you. ‘Shall I take this round the back?’ he asks.

***

Turns out Seokjin is also a shameless flirt.

You’ve always been aware of how attractive he is, how could you not?

The memory of him stepping into your bar, ducking under the noren, tossing back whiskey and dragging you out with him still sends a thrill through you.

It’d been one of the hottest nights of your life.

Seokjin pours out wine for the three women out for after work drinks, generous with his measures, with a flourish you have to admit is charming.

His already short sleeves are rolled up, and you think at some point he’d found time to tighten the apron around his waist.

He’s flushed from the heat and the alcohol, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears red, but he still looks good enough to eat.

He leans over you to reach fresh napkins. His eyes meet yours knowingly.

‘Your pours are very generous,’ you point out.

You think you sound neutral, but he laughs.

‘I was a bartender for a while, on and off,’ he says.

He’s got the audacity to wink at you. ‘I know what I’m doing.’

‘Jin,’ calls one of the women, waving him over.

Seokjin smiles. ‘Coming,’ he replies smoothly.

‘It’s unprofessional to flirt with customers,’ you point out.

‘And that’s why you don’t earn much in tips,’ Seokjin shoots back.

He lifts another bottle of white out of the crate and gets back to serving.

***

You lock the front door of the bar and turn back to where Seokjin is sprawled out across a bench.

‘Come on, big boy, let’s go home.’

He smiles at you, tipsy.

‘I made a lot of tips,’ he says, proudly.

You bite back a smile. ‘You did.’

You refrain from pointing out that he also drank an entire bottle of imported Italian wine.

You lift his arm up over your shoulders, help to steady him.

‘I can walk,’ he tells you.

‘I just don’t want you to fall into the stream, ok?’ you coax, holding on to his arm.

He hums as you walk back up the hill to your house.

‘Those women liked me a lot,’ he says.

‘You’re pretty,’ you agree.

‘I’m funny, too,’ he points out.

‘I don’t like dad jokes that much,’ you say, lightly.

He scoffs. ‘Yukino said she’ll stop by this weekend to see me.’

‘Sure.’

‘She’s pretty.’

‘I’m sure you’ll make beautiful babies together,’ you tease.

Seokjin considers this as you approach your house.

‘Can you help me get undressed?’ he asks. ‘My shoulder hurts. But don’t look too much, I’m expensive.’

You roll your eyes but you stop in front of him anyway.

‘Kneel down, you’re too tall.’

Carefully, you stretch his t-shirt over his arm, tug it upwards over his head.

He stays perfectly still as you slip his arm into his pyjama shirt.

You can feel his eyes on you as you pull the front panels of his shirt together and start buttoning. You can feel your face getting warm under his gaze.

Your fingertips brush the smooth skin of his torso as you fasten his shirt.

Seokjin licks his lips but says nothing.

‘There,’ you say. If your voice is a little higher pitched than usual, he at least grants you the kindness of not commenting on it.

‘Good night, Seokjin.’

‘Good night, Y/N.’

***

You wake to the sounds of crockery in the kitchen, the smell of coffee.

You pull on your robe and step outside, smile already forming on your face.

It’s not Seokjin.

It’s Haru, the man you’ve been dating on and off.

His face breaks into a smile when he sees you.

‘I was trying not to wake you,’ he says, pulling you into a hug.

‘I sleep light,’ you say. You take the mug he hands you gratefully.

Then you remember.

‘Haru —-‘

You’re interrupted by the arrival of Kim Seokjin.

Shirtless even though he’s been fully clothed the entire time he’s been staying with you.

Pyjama bottoms slung low on his hips.

He smiles at you, acts like he does this all the time.

‘Got coffee for me?’ he asks, intimate, low.

The shit-stirring weasel.

You want to stab chopsticks through his gunshot wound.

He turns a little, and the tattooed ‘7’ on his back makes you vow to find seven ways to torture him before you kill him.

Haru’s looking at you.

‘This is Seokjin,’ you say, using his government name to show the shit-stirring weasel how serious you are. ‘He’s an ex-boyfriend.’

You say, sweetly, ‘He just needs a place to stay for a few days. He’s between jobs. Can’t make the rent.’

Seokjin puts out a hand for Haru to shake. ‘I’m a policeman, I got injured and Y/N said the mountain air might help me recuperate.’

You lock eyes with Seokjin, unable to believe his colossal stupidity.

The heat in your gaze makes Seokjin avert his eyes. You can see the exact moment he spots the tattoo across Haru’s forearm.

His eyebrows rise.

‘Of course,’ Seokjin amends, ‘I work for the KNPA, and we have no jurisdiction here.’

You’re already pulling Haru away, leading him out into the courtyard.

‘Get dressed, will you,’ you snap over your shoulder at Seokjin as you leave.

***

By the time you get back inside, the coffee’s cold and the kitchen is unoccupied.

It’d taken you a while to convince Haru that Seokjin was just an idiot, longer to convince him you weren’t sleeping together.

You lift your hand as Seokjin re-enters the kitchen.

‘Do not,’ you snap, ‘even think about talking to me. I will castrate you.’

Seokjin’s mouth snaps shut. He walks over to the stove.

You get up and unceremoniously leave the kitchen.

Half an hour later, you’ve just about decided it would be too much effort to torture him when you kill him. There’s a quiet tap on the door of your bedroom.

You slide it open to see a tray set with breakfast - pillowy looking french toast and strawberries, fresh coffee.

Under the coffee, a note written in a jagged scrawl that’s exactly how you’d imagine his writing to be.

I’m sorry.

You look up as Seokjin approaches you.

Wisely, he stays out of arm’s reach.

‘I put extra powdered sugar on the french toast,’ he tells you. ‘I can cut it for you if you want.’

You watch as he sits cross-legged, cuts the french toast into bite-sized squares.

‘Shall I feed you?’ he asks, solicitous.

You grab the fork from him.

He eyes you uneasily, moves the knife away from you.

‘I didn’t know your boyfriend was yakuza.’

‘We’re not really dating.’

‘Strategically, it’s a good move,’ he says, like he’s pleased with your ingenuity.

‘We need a better cover story than you’re my deadbeat cop ex who got injured and are in the mountains to recuperate,’ you say.

You open your mouth, and Seokjin offers you another morsel of french toast.

As you chew, he picks up a strawberry, plucks the stem off.

‘I won’t be here much longer,’ he says.

He looks at you. ‘There’s a train out next week that I have a ticket for.’

‘Oh.’

Seokjin feeds you the strawberry, the tips of his fingers brushing your lips.

‘Stop feeding me,’ you protest.

You don’t sound convincing, even to yourself.

Seokjin’s thumb strokes over your bottom lip. He watches, eyes darkening as you part your lips.

He cups your jaw, holds you still as he leans in.

‘I want a kiss,’ he murmurs, lips barely a centimeter from yours.

‘Take it,’ you reply.

He’s gentle, slow, with you as he kisses you. He tastes like powdered sugar and mint, he smells of your shampoo.

He tilts his head, parts his lips, murmurs his approval when you part yours.

‘I’m glad you broke up,’ he tells you as you pull away.

‘We weren’t really dating,’ you point out.

‘Hmm? What were you doing, then?’ Seokjin asks.

‘Just —-‘

Seokjin says, voice silky, ‘Just what, baby?’

He’s still leaning over you, too close to do anything but touch you.

It’s funny, you’re so accustomed to hearing shit talking from him that you’ve never really noticed how sexy he sounds.

His voice is low, a purr in your ear.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ he asks.

His warm lips press against the skin of your cheek, his hands splay over the small of your back, and he pulls you into his lap with a sigh.

His hand kneads your ass under your robe.

‘Look at this ass,’ he says. ‘The number of times I’ve wanted to spank you for the things that come out of your mouth.’

You’re scrambling for something to say, but the first sound that leaves your mouth is a whine.

Seokjin laughs. ‘I don’t think you want to know how many times I’ve thought about that New Year’s eve.’

His hand works over the flesh of your ass, lifting you over the bulge in his crotch.

He mouths over the skin of your neck as his hands make slow passes over your ass, sliding over your thighs.

He moves up your thigh, tugs your panties to one side.

He presses his knuckles against your core, and you whine again.

‘Tell me,’ he says, conversational, fingers slipping tantalisingly close to your entrance. ‘Have you thought about me?’

You’re holding your breath, waiting for him to touch you.

He slides a finger into you, a slow drag that makes you moan.

He nuzzles your neck, nudges your chin up so your neck’s bared to him.

His breath is hot on your skin as he works you with his hand.

He groans as your hand finds its way under his pants. You curl your fingers around the stiff weight of his cock.

Well, you try to.

He’s thick.

Seokjin hisses in a breath as you squeeze just under his head.

His fingers are still moving inside you, stroking, scissoring.

He tilts his head back, grunting a bit as you stroke him.

There’s a deep flush in his chest now, heat rushing to his neck, the tips of his ears.

He’s beautiful like this, eyes intense on you, making soft sounds as you touch him.

He’s slipped a hand under your top, lifted it up, baring your tits to him. He cups your breasts, rolling your nipples with his thumb.

Your breathing quickens, your hand tightens around his cock, and he lowers his head, pressing into you. Your hand comes up, braces on his shoulder, and he groans.

He leans closer, presses you back into your bedroll, settles himself between your legs.

He rolls his hips against yours, the head of his cock nudging you.

The weight of him feels exquisite.

He settles a forearm beside you, propping himself up. He rolls his hips again, and your thighs part so he can fit better.

‘Seokjin –’

‘There you are,’ he says, quietly. ‘I was wondering when I’d see you soft like this again.’

You smile. ‘If you wanted me to be soft you should have showed me your cock sooner.’

He laughs, grinds against you, making you moan. ‘Take these panties off and I’ll show you.’

You lift your hips into his, and he drags your panties down your thighs, squeezes your ass on the way.

He presses a kiss to your forehead as he nudges in. ‘Tell me to stop if it’s too much,’ he says.

He’s gentle, slow, letting you adjust to him as he enters you.

‘More,’ you murmur into his ear, and he groans.

He kisses you again when he’s in all the way.

‘You take me so well,’ he praises.

Pinned underneath him like this, you realise he’s much bigger than you remembered.

He’s so long that his feet hit the door to your tiny bedroom. His shoulders and chest, up close like this, are big enough to stop you from seeing anything but him.

He’s overwhelming, and he fits inside you so snugly you can barely take a breath.

You move your hips, trying to get comfortable, and he stills.

‘Are you ok? Is this ok?’

His voice is strained.

‘I’m ok,’ you assure him. ‘You’re a lot, Seokjin.’

He sounds amused. ‘You can take a lot of me, can’t you?’

He circles his hips, pulling out, rocking into you, slow.

‘You feel so good,’ he tells you. ‘Can I move?’

You grab onto his shoulders as he thrusts.

You’re so wet the slide is easy. He moves, and the drag of his cock against your walls makes you tremble with pleasure.

Seokjin strokes your hair, murmurs praise to you as he moves his hips. You don’t catch all of it over your own moaning but it’s enough to make you feel safe, secure.

You don’t say but he knows when you’re coming, your body tightening around his. He catches your lips with his own, knits his fingers through yours, and says your name quietly, fervently, as he reaches his own release.

Afterward, you float in a pleasured haze as he gets a washcloth to clean you both up. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt back on, and truthfully, you don’t think that’s anything to complain about.

***

Seokjin’s got his plush lips against your cunt, you’re most of the way to coming, and he’s acting like he could keep going forever.

He laps at your cunt, tongue flat against your slit, moaning like he loves the taste of you.

The moon’s hanging high in the sky, you can’t see it but you can see the luminous beam of moonlight across the wall opposite you.

You look down at Seokjin’s beautiful face between your thighs as he licks you out, and the pleasure coils, ramping up with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive clit.

Your nipples are hard, your breasts swollen from Seokjin’s big hands touching you.

He parts you with his thumbs, seals his mouth over your clit, and your leg kicks out, flat, as you come.

Seokjin licks you clean, eyes closing. His hand’s fisted over his cock, even in your pleasure you can see the gleam of pre-cum smeared over his tip.

‘Get up here,’ you say, your voice a rasp because you’ve spent most of the day with his dick down your throat.

Goddamn, Seokjin doesn’t just look exquisite, he also tastes so good you could swallow him down all day.

Seokjin’s hand knits in your hair, gentle. His voice is low, husky.

‘Can you take me again? Are you sore?’

‘I can take you, Seokjin,’ you promise, legs already spreading.

His hand grips your thigh, tight.

‘You look so hot spreading for me like that.’

He’s learned how to fuck you now, just like you’ve learned how to take him. You’ve learned how good the burn is if he slides in just right, and he’s learned the angles to fuck you to hit you in places that make your back arch and your toes curl.

Seokjin’s thrusting into you now, the push pull maddening when you just want him deeper. Harder. Longer.

He grips your ass, tight, and pulls you down on his cock. He comes hard on a deep thrust, gasping your name, grinding into you.

He pulls you into his chest as he lays on his back, panting.

‘Why haven’t we been doing this all this time?’ he asks, with the audacity to sound annoyed with you.

‘Maybe because you’re annoying?’ you mumble, rolling over onto your front, facing away from his stunning face.

A moment later his hand lands on your ass. He squeezes, then his palm lands on your ass with a slap.

The sound of his hand on you resonates through the room.

You turn to him, outraged.

He’s ready, the asshole, catching your hands, holding you pinned so you can’t touch him.

You struggle for a bit but he’s much stronger than you’d reckoned.

Finally, you slump against him.

‘Not fair,’ you complain.

‘Didn’t you like it?’ he asks, feigning innocence.

‘No.’

‘Really?’ Seokjin asks.

He lets go of your wrists, presses his lips over the marks he’s made on your skin.

‘I’m sorry. If you don’t like it I won’t do it again.’

You’re oddly disappointed.

Seokjin gives you a knowing smile.

‘Anytime you change your mind, let me know, ok? I’ll spank you anyday.’

You don’t grant him the satisfaction of a reaction.

***

Seokjin’s walking home with you after a night at the bar, humming a tune under his breath.

He’s got an arm around your shoulders, you can’t remember when he started doing it but you like the feel of it.

‘I’m leaving tomorrow,’ he says.

He’s told you a few times already, it wasn’t like you hadn’t been expecting it.

You want to know more, to ask the questions on your tongue.

Where are you going?

Will you be back?

But that would mean showing vulnerability, and you’re not sure about that.

I mean, it’s one thing to cry on his cock, and another to talk about how fond you’ve grown of his company.

Because you are fond of him, even if he has a weaselly side.

You realise he’s looking at you.

‘If anything happens after I’m gone, if you need help, let me know,’ he says.

‘I’ll miss you,’ you blurt out.

Seokjin’s expression changes, and you realise you’ve misunderstood.

‘I mean, if the people who shot me come looking for me, you should let me know,’ he says.

The carefulness of his tone makes your face heat.

God, you’re an idiot.

You’re reeling at your gaffe, your skin crawling with embarrassment.

You can’t look at him.

‘Of course,’ you say. ‘I mean, I’m not going to stick my neck out for you. Even if you have a big dick.’

Seokjin says, seriously, ‘It’s the biggest around.’

‘It’s a fucking whale,’ you agree.

You both laugh.

You’ve reached your house.

‘Good night, Seokjin,’ you say. You muster your courage, smile like you mean it. ‘You still owe me a bottle of whiskey.’

Seokjin says, ‘Thank you for letting me stay. I — I appreciate it.’

You nod, smile. ‘See you in the morning.’

***

When you wake up, Seokjin’s already awake, rustling in the kitchen.

To your surprise, he’s already fully dressed. You hadn’t been expecting him to leave until the afternoon.

‘I thought I’d leave a little earlier,’ he tells you, passing you a mug of coffee.

You try to hide your disappointment.

‘Sure,’ you say, going for cheerful, not quite achieving it but you think you’re close.

‘I really do appreciate everything you’ve helped me with,’ he says, kind.

Formal.

He’s distancing himself from you now, it stings but at least he’s being honest.

‘I’m glad I could help,’ you say.

You reach for a hug, and if you bury your face in his chest a little to smell him one last time you’ll never admit it.

He looks like he’s about to say something, looking down at you, but instead he steps back, bows very formally at you and then he’s gone, walking out the kitchen door through the courtyard.

***

You’re polishing glasses as you prepare to open the bar, when the door swings open.

You’re already calling out a greeting when you look up and see who it is.

You have the oddest sense of deja vu.

The tall man who’s just walked in smiles at you, and he’s so handsome your breath catches in your throat.

‘What — what are you doing here?’ you ask.

‘I came back to ask if you wanted to come with me,’ Seokjin says.

He tilts his head at you. ‘I was going to go to Sao Paolo.’

You’re working hard to stop the smile blooming across your face.

‘I’ve never been,’ you say, casual.

‘I think you’d look good in a bikini,’ Seokjin says, without missing a beat. ‘Or nothing.’

You’re considering this as Seokjin takes a seat at the bar in front of you.

He leans his forearms on the bar.

‘I got as far as the train station,’ Seokjin says. ‘Then I had to come back.’

He smiles wryly.

‘Turns out I like your face better than mine.’

You blink.

‘We don’t have to go to Sao Paolo—‘ Seokjin begins.

You cut him off with a kiss.

‘Yes,’ you breathe. ‘Let’s go.’

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