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weightgainworld · 4 months

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How to tease someone else, or at least try.

This is going to be a general guide for doms who are unsure what to say, subs who want to play with their dominant side, and me when I want a refresher on what works.

All of this is what I have tried and works for me. Teasing is an art form and has many different ways to approach it. No approach is right, but there are wrong ways.

1. Some do's and don'ts

-Remember that each person you tease is an individual first. Just because that one guy or girl liked it when you called her a dirty slut, doesn't mean everyone likes that.

- Don't force teasing if the other person doesn't want it. They aren't playing hard to get, and you are not sexy for being more aggressive.

- To find out what that person likes. Sometimes it takes just 10 seconds to see they enjoy pet names on their profile or in a post wherever you read it. It is even easier face-to-face since you can just ask. Even though it is awkward. It can't be weirder than saying something you read in an erotic novel and repeated in the heat of the moment.

- Don't beg for attention. There are exceptions where you can tease someone while still begging, look at tons of subs who beg for pleasure, but as a dom, you need to choose your words carefully. Aka doesn't beg for pictures, dms, etc., and tries to disguise it as shitty teasing.

2. What do you say?

I feel like this is a common question that people have when they are just starting or their brain goes blank under pressure. If you have no idea what the other person likes besides knowing they want to be degraded, try to focus on one or two things you noticed from a photo or their body in person. Take their ass for example, you could describe it as a big wobbly spanking zone, a pretty small butt that needs some red marks, or daddy's favorite body part. If you are a sub or switch, you can in most cases just imagine what you would want someone to say to you. Doesn't always work if the other person doesn't share the same kinks, but it is a starting point that you can work off of. Something is just seeing what other people say while they tease someone. Don't just copy what they say. If you don't have a dominant bone in your body and you do that, it will just be more funny than sexy. See how you can modify what they say to fit the person you are teasing or the situation. A great example is a good boy or a good girl. Both are okay on their own but can be elevated by just adding more passion to it. For example, "You are such a good fucking boy for me playing with yourself and drooling for pleasure."

3. How should you say it?

Unsure if this is helpful to address, but going to mention it anyway. In my opinion, you should say things that fall into the middle ground of sexy but expressive. I roll my eyes when I see someone say 3 or 4 words that are repeated by everyone and their mom. "Nasty slut", "cock whore", "you should be sucking my cock". There is a time and a place for more direct teasing like this though. Some people just want to hear that they are dirty girls while having their hair pulled. That's why seeing what someone likes beforehand can go a long way. However, you could also elevate what you are saying by being more descriptive. You can go from saying, "You are such a slut", to, "You can't help but act like a whore with your tits hanging out." Both ways will get the job done, but being more expressive can help you stand out or just sound sexier. No like I don't use the first example all the time. This is Aldo helpful to keep in mind when writing erotica since you can only say slut, bitch, or cunt so many times before they lose their impact.

4. You can tease without being degrading

This is something that even I forget since I am more of a fan of aggressive domination. However, teasing is more than just saying whatever rude thing you heard in a porno. You can be softer about it like saying, "Are you going to be a good girl and come hump yourself on daddy's hand?" At the end of the day, teasing should be used to push someone you are playing with down a rabbit hole of horny. It is not just so you can vent frustration about not getting that promotion at your job. Not everyone wants to be a slut and that's okay. You can still be a handsome boy who deserves butt rubs while getting pounded.

5. Mix fetishes in for more variety

Like I mentioned before, spamming the word slut every 5 minutes isn't going to impress anyone. Using that person's fetishes to tease them is a simple way to do that. Have a foot fetish? You could say, "Of course, you want to be a foot slave, just put your cock right there and let me help you out." Into bdsm? You can say, "Don't even bother trying to lie to me, you want me to tie you up like the rope bunny you are and rub my hands over your reddening body." I think I have made my point. Kinks are cool, use them to make you sound sexier.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Learn from other doms how to talk to sexy as well. I am just a random dude with too much time on my hands.

#teasing #bdsmkink #degredation kink #sub and dom

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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The Grey Zone 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, age gap, bullying, toxic parental figures, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: Lloyd I guess is the only man worth writing.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

The nearest bathroom is diagonal down the hall. Only a half bath with a sink, a toilet and a tall cabinet in the corner. You work at removing your makeup with micellar water, dragging the cotton pads over your eyelids and down your cheeks.

You watch your reflection, a loud growl rising from your stomach, a tic in your temple. You need your morning matcha but you didn't pack your powder, you didn't think of it. You mourn your tin forgotten in the cupboard at home and grab a fresh pad.

More than tea, you need a shower. You assume the main bath must be downstairs. You shove the bottle and leftover pads into your black leather pouch and tuck it under your arm.

As you come out into the hall, you nearly walk into an unexpected wall. Not a real wall but Mr. Hansen. You step back, trapped in the doorway as he smirks at you.

“Morning, sunshine,” he reaches to touch your naked cheek as you flinch, “don't you look fresh as a daisy? I don't think I've ever seen you without at least a couple layers on.”

“Mr. Hansen,” you croak and shy away, “excuse me–”

He doesn't move as you attempt to sidestep him. In fact, he gets closer, rescinding his hand to grip the door frame. He tilts his head as his other hand comes up to play with the hem of your shirt.

“I got my own shower. A nice big tub too if you need to clean up,” he purrs.

“That's fine,” you gulp, heat speckling over your skin, “I can just use the main–”

“You can't,” he interjects, “your dad's in there tearing the toilet out.”

He laughs at your gobsmacked expression. He leans in, letting out a slow breath as you look anywhere but in his eyes. He growls as you squirm.

“Let me show you my room,” he insists, “no funny business. There's a lock on the bathroom so… I'll just listen and use my imagination.”

“Please, I–”

“You know you're even sexier like this. How about we tag team this. Shower together? Or relax in a nice hot bath–”

“Stop!” You catch the shriek in your hand. He chuckles, his hand dangling above you as he leans even closer.

“You can put on that sexy little piece I got you,” he touches your hair, “fuck, you got me hard again.”

“I…” you gulp, panic welling in your chest and locking up your throat, “I cant–”

You don't think. You can't as your ears are ringing at his suggestions. Every word confirms that you didn't dream up last night. You shove past him and he lets you. If he didn't want you to get past, he'd make sure of it.

He cackles as you hurry down the hall, nearly running into the door as you scramble to open it. He sighs out his amusement as you trip into the bedroom. Your heart is thumping furiously.

“Don't worry, I like the chase, sweetheart,” he calls after you, “you just wait till I catch you.”

You slam the door and lean against it, sliding down onto your ass as you squeeze your leather pouch. You have no doubt he will catch you. It's only a matter of time…

🖤

So much for a vacation. You're pent up in the guestroom, staring longingly out the window at that unreachable beauty. You don’t dare emerge in case you run into your ravenous host.

You wonder how you missed the signs. Were there signs? You couldn’t have guessed his intentions. Why would Mr. Hansen want that? With you?

The thought of telling your parents makes you laugh. Not with genuine amusement, more sardonic acceptance. They won’t care. It’ll be the same reaction you got when you told them about your bullies.

There’s no escape either. You’ve come too far to turn back. Your dad will want to stay and do your work and your mother will savour the opportunity to day drink without judgment. So there you are; stranded.

You jolt as a sudden roar brings you away from the window. Your father yells your mother’s name a second time as you rush to the door, not thinking to stop yourself before you have the door open. As you enter the hall, you hear another door opening further down. You go to the top of the stairs as your own name drawls in the air.

You stop and look over at Lloyd– Mr. Hansen, struts towards you. Your eyes ping away from him the moment you see him. He wears only a pair of white swim trunks and they don’t go far down his thighs, exposing the thick muscles and leaving his torso entirely naked. He’s in better shape than you imagined, not that you ever thought about that.

You flit down the stairs before he can reach you, towards your father’s hollering and your mother’s chirping. A gush of water ripples over the hardwood as you follow the commotion to what appears to be a dining room. Your parents stand in front of the open doorway from which the water pours out.

“I told you not to use the goddamn sink, Connie,” your dad snarls, pointing a wrench in her face.

“Ooops!” She blathers, a wine glass firmly in hand, “I was just rinsing some fruit. I can’t drink on an empty stomach, Ray!”

Lloyd comes up beside you and rests his hand on your lower back. You stiffen and step away from him. He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, making it look even buffer. You peek and notice the edge of black ink on his pec. You turn back to your parents’ show, hoping they can distract your host.

“It’s barely noon,” your father retorts, as close as he’ll ever come to telling her not to indulge.

“It’s barely noon,” she mimics and sticks her tongue out. “Maybe you should’ve turned the water off, Mr. Fix-it.”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” Lloyd interjects as he comes forward, dropping his arm, “You know how to fix this stuff, huh, Ray, and Connie, why aren’t you enjoying the pool? Perfect place to enjoy some chardonnay.”

Your mother flutters her lashes drunkenly as she faces Lloyd. You see how she blanches before a grin twists her mouth. She’s shameless as she takes in the breadth of the mostly naked man in front of her. She licks her lips and wobbles.

“I could fix it if everyone wasn’t in my goddamn way,” your father chides. “Shit idea bringing everyone up here. Never get this done.”

“Oh, you know what,” Lloyd snaps his fingers, “I got a great idea. Connie, why don’t you camp out in the pool house? There’s everything you need. A bed, kitchen, a toilet not gushing sewage onto my floors.”

“Pool house?” Your mother echoes curiously, her head tilting one way than the other.

“Didn’t I mention it? Yeah, you must’ve seen it, right behind the pool,” he emphasizes the last word as if it’s obvious, “and I can take the kiddo up to Moose Ridge. It’s like an hour north. Get out of your way for a bit, huh, Ray?”

“As long as you leave me alone,” your father crosses his arms and turns back to watch the toilet gargle.

Your mother pouts and slurps her wine, “you’re leaving me alone? With him?”

“No, Connie, imagine, a pool house all to yourself,” Lloyd puts his arms over her shoulder, “just you. No husband, no daughter… You and the pool and all the wine you can drink. Isn’t that vacation for a hardworking mother and wife like yourself? You know the old man’s not gonna be sleeping and if he is, he won’t make it that far.”

“But… ugh, you shouldn’t have to put up with her,” she lowers her voice, but not enough for you not to hear.

“She’s right,” you agree, startling her as she gives you a caught look, “you could drive me back down to civilization. That might be for the best.”

“Eight hours? It’s not that far to the Ridge,” he insists, “unless you wanna crash in the pool house with mama.”

“Oh please,” your mom spits, “haven’t I been through enough?”

“I don’t care what ya do,” your father spins and snarls, waving his wrench, “I need you out. Go. Anywhere but here.”

“Then it’s decided,” Lloyd claps his hand, turning to smirk in your direction, “we’ll meet again when you got this all done up, huh, Ray?”

Your dad doesn’t answer. He grunts and enters the bathroom, shoving his hand down the toilet. Your mother hums and drains the last of her glass. She holds it up as she admires its emptiness.

“Before you leave, where’s the rest of the wine?” She trills.

You cringe. This can’t be happening yet you’re all too sure he planned it all so precisely.

🖤

You hole yourself up in your borrowed room. You make no move to pack your things or get ready for your imminent relocation. More akin to an abduction. You just can’t, you’re paralysed with inaction.

This is the one time you need someone to listen to you. To hear you, and as usual, they don’t. They refuse to. Lloyd knew they wouldn’t, he’d witnessed their indifference for so long, and turned it to his benefit.

That one question lingers. Why you? Maybe it’s just that. That you are vulnerable, an easy target. No one special, just a convenience. Not any different than what you were to your parents; a check mark on a list, nothing deeper than that.

There’s a tap at the door. Just one, the soft rap of knuckles. You don’t need to wonder or ask who it is. You already know. He lets himself and why shouldn’t he? It’s his house. The trap he set.

“Almost ready– woah, come on, sunshine, we got road to burn,” he proclaims, “ah, you know, I forgot to mention, there’s a pool at the Ridge. And a hot tub. Way better than this place.”

You look at him. You sit with your back straight against the headboard, legs stretched out down the bed, dressed in your typical black, though today it feels particularly mournful. You just stare. What do you say? What can you say?

“Well, honey, you can never claim I don’t care of you,” he grabs your empty duffel and goes to the dresser. He slides open the top drawer and starts shoving your clothes back into the depths, “which is exactly what I’m going to do,” he looks at you over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out, flicking the tip crudely.

You shake your head and stare at your feet, the shiny black pedicure on your toenails and your silver toe rings. He can’t make you go if you just don’t move, right?

Your vision blurs as he moves around the edges. You hear him shifting around, searching, digging in your things. He puts the bag heavily at the foot of the bed but you don’t react. You’re in a trance, the kind you used to put on when the girls in the halls called you names.

“Alright, I think that’s everything but really, all you need to bring is your sweet self,” he approaches you, breaking your shield as he taps the tip of your nose. You look up at him past your heavily mascaraed lashes. “Aw, don’t look so pathetic. Sweetheart,” he bends, leaning over you, “your whole life you’ve been wanting to be wanted and guess what? I fucking want you. So let’s get this show on the road.”

You flinch. That last part, that cliche, it’s something your dad would say. You frown as you notice the strands of silver woven through the dark blonde combed back on his head. You suspect if he didn’t keep the sides shaved, there’d be more gray there. He’s not that much younger than your own father.

“What is that look for?” His eyes narrow and his smile falls.

“I don’t want to go,” you fold your hands in your lap and turn your head straight.

He scoffs and laughs as he stands up straight, “I didn’t ask.”

You don’t answer. You don’t move an inch, planting yourself in a silent protest. He can’t make you go. You don’t care if this place smells like toilet water. You’re too afraid to go with him.

His soles scuff on the floor as he sucks his teeth loudly, “you don’t have to put on this act for me. I won’t think you’re a slut, I’d prefer it if you were.”

You shudder and turn your face away from him. Why won’t he leave you alone?

“Alright,” his tone deepens, “I’m starting to get annoyed, sunshine, so let’s stop playing this game. Here, there, we know how this ends. Don’t act so innocent, you’ve been flirting with me since before we even got here.”

“Flirting?; You sputter, “no, I…”

You don’t even know how to flirt. You never had anyone to flirt with.

“Those cards, bullshit. That was all you, sweetheart. Or maybe they aren’t and we should let fate take its course.”

“Please, go,” you quaver as you clutch your hands together. “I don’t want you.”

He exhales and puts his hands on his hips. He has no response. You shake your head lower your eyes. You slouch in defeat.

“You’re old and I’m not interested,” you murmur, “I’m done being a joke.”

He laughs suddenly, starling you. You wince as he drops his hands and rolls his shoulders. He clucks as he comes closer to the bed. He bends and reaches for your chin, forcing your head up.

“Old?” He sneers, “we’ll see about that.”

He dips his head and before you can react, he loops his arm around you and pulls you against him. He stands as he swings you over his shoulder. The breath is pushed from your stomach as your weight pulls at your head and feet. You wriggle as he carries you loftily, reaching with his free arm to grab your bag from the bed.

You cry out and slap his back, kicking your legs as you try to free yourself. What is he doing? He can’t just do this.

“Lloyd– Mr. Hansen,” you plead as you claw at the back of his shirt, “put me down. Let me go! Mom! Dad!”

Lloyd chuckles as the whirring of a drill reverberates through the house. He ignores your struggles as he comes downstairs. He is entirely unbothered by your resistance.

“Don’t tire yourself out, sunshine. Daddy can’t hear you over his work and mom’s already passed out by the pool.” He angles you through the front door, “besides, this isn’t about them. This is you and me.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #the gray man #the grey zone

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reveluving · 1 year

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red lipstick ; adam driver characters headcanons

summary: because what’s sexier than seeing you in red lipstick? 💄

warnings: fluff, humour, slightly explicit (minors DNI!)

a/n: on an ADCU spree so I figured it’s the best time to write my own, courtesy of @safarigirlsp & @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather for continuously feeding my obsession hehe! pls pls pls give their work some extra love!! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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✧･ﾟ Jacques Le Gris

Le Gris' own presence exudes confidence, ferocity, and allure, and his lady is no different. What better way to show the men who envy him the same way the ladies do with you than by bringing you the best of the best? He will settle for nothing less, especially when it comes to your comfort and the like, and he will know if they're not up to par.

Old-timey Jacques will indirectly criticize the maiden in charge, knowing they probably did so to make you seem 'less appealing' to your very own lover, but many seem to forget that he was extremely smart just as he was your doting husband. Just a quick exile over here, a simple repeat of his demand for the best over there and boom, he's back to being happy ol' Le Gris. Modern Jacques is no different, for he would easily purchase the shades you'd swatch and hum to yourself, knowing if he heard how much you liked it, he'd buy the whole store for you. Do you want them personalised, too? Go right on ahead!

And that's not a threat, it's a promise.

“You should never settle for anything less, ma chérie. I shall not allow it.” He’d chime in as soon as he sees your eyes sparkle at the new case with both wonderment and guilt. If you offer to repay him for his endless gifts, he will ask for your kisses, complete with the new set he’s given you, but ever the lover boy that he is, you know good and well it won’t end with just kisses.

✧･ﾟ Flip Zimmerman

Ever heard of the saying "the fortune favours the bold"? He doesn't need to hear from Stallworth that Flip has in fact 'loosen up' upon being graced by your existence. He does, however, preen in the knowledge that since knowing you, he's become bold. Well, bolder than he already was. Where has uncertainty brought him in life? But as much as he'd like to deny till the end of time, he's nearly done it before.

Keyword: nearly.

The day you met, he wondered if he had died in a shootout and met hell's personal It girl—no angel could pull off the devil's shade with pride the way you do. Had he continued to mask his hesitancy by returning your undeterred gaze, he'd be the biggest fool for letting you go.

He'd clock in work with your lipstick stains if he could. Public indecency be damned! He'd fight everyone and anyone if he hears another person talk about it as a form of embarrassment.

"S'not my fault you don't have a pretty girl to come home to." He'd shrug, though the wolfish smile told the poor bastard everything that he felt. Was he wrong? No. Was he going to fight Flip for publicly embarrassing him with the truth? Absolutely not; your husband would probably knock him out before the guy could even land a hit.

✧･ﾟ Clyde Logan

To think there were more red lipstick shades than he could count with his good hand. In all honesty, he really doesn't have a favourite nor does it matter if it's even red or not. That's not to say he doesn't care because clearly, he does, but only in the sense that it makes you happy. You are the professional in this particular field, after all. But best believe the happiness that heightens in him whenever you'd ask for his opinion.

Still, the colour red does, however, as the current generation says, 'hits different'. Unsubtle glances from his patrons were a normal occurrence but they never got any easier by the day. But, on the other hand? He’s the lucky son of a gun who gets to call you ‘his’.

But the man loves his kisses, and kisses he will get! With your frequent visits to the bar, you'll never let this man work without at least a peck on the cheek. Seeing his signature pout lift to the bashful smile we know and love (the audacity) takes no effort.

“Y’know just how to make a man happy, sugar.” He’d murmured against your lips, his sudden boldness not surprising you but instead, his customers, who were only giving him shit but also openly ogling at you not too long ago.

✧･ﾟ Kylo Ren

Whether you think of our ol’ touch-starved leader, the vampire, the knight, or whatever suits your fancy, Kylo will want nothing more than the top-notch of things for his darling, and your preference for lipstick shouldn’t be any different! He, in a way, is an embodiment of red—his passion for both his belief, his interest, and especially, his devotion to you. So, to see the very same colour he associates closely with, other than black, be embraced as your very own as well? He shouldn’t be surprised that most, if not all of his elation are sourced from you in general.

He’s a busy man, but he will not miss the opportunity to watch you apply your colour of the day with great care. He’s unconsciously smiling, lost in your melodic hum as his vow to keep you out of harm’s way grows stronger. He’s been through hell and back to survive, and he’d have no problem doing the same it’s to ensure you leave the danger zone unscathed. So, if something as simple as red lipstick makes you happy, then don’t be surprised if you see a new one even before your current one runs out.

And although all kisses are good kisses, don’t think he won’t pull you in for a real one once the smooching fest starts. You’re worried about leaving a stain? Don’t be! His men/subordinates don’t have the balls to point them out, knowing by doing so is a game over for them.

✧･ﾟ Charlie Barber

The man eats, sleeps, and breathes art, so it's knowing his beloved has her very own is a major plus! One would think nothing impresses him anymore, or at least, not as much as his own work, but oh, were they dead wrong. There hasn't been a day where the lipstick holder on your vanity table never makes him puff out his chest with pride. From the simple matte ones he'd buy after a random day at work simply because it reminds him of you, to the high-end bold to burgundy ones personalised with your name engraved on the case. C’mon, what harm would it do to him for paying a couple of hundreds for makeup as one of his ways to say thank you to his wife—his muse!

Charlie embraces this as your form of art; the shades, the textures, the right amount of shine or shimmer—just anything that screams you. Artistry performed best by his one and only.

And how could he forget about the polaroids you both have? Yours which has him covered in your lipstick stains and face in absolute bliss? His which were you kissing the area close to his happy trail, leaving the same shade colour to his toned body?

Yes, your husband's in paradise, indeed.

✧･ﾟ Commander Mills

Another hunk who really just finds your confidence in whichever you find is best is more than enough, because what's better than his girl's own joy? Even so, if red really speaks to you, then don't be surprised he takes advantage of it. If the numerous times you've caught him staring at your lips and even shamelessly holding your gaze doesn't tell you anything, then the instance he wraps his arms around you for a little while longer before pressing his lips onto yours definitely should.

And if we're talking about the whole time-travelling shebang and somehow, you had to make your own lipstick? Wowie. This man will scour every nook and cranny for the ingredients if you asked him to. Best believe he will find what you need!

If it means getting the opportunity to see you do your thing in your colour and being able to wipe off the accidental smear just after you've applied it, that man is on a mission.

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You can tell that I lost my roll towards the end HAHAHA but if you’re wondering what lipstick in particular inspired me to write this, it’s:

ETUDE Fixing Tint in Analog Rose/Vintage Red

Dior Rouge Dior Lipstick in 999

Stunna Lip Paint Longwear Fluid Lip Color in Uncensored

PERIPERA Ink Airy Velvet in Full Red Brick (11)

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gyuletters · 9 months

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★ masked love! | hueningkai , (휴닝카이)

gn!reader ، wc: 3.2k ، genre: spiderman hueningkai, fluff, one original character, maybe a tiny angst (?) ، tw: none. ، note: inspired by a pre-existing spiderman fic.

— a special to hueningie's birthday.♡

you must not even know his name. it’s not like you are super popular or have lots of friends. he just firmly believes that you don’t notice his existence. you don’t notice the way his eyes sparkle when he sees you or how his head turns so fast when you pass him down the hallway.

why is everything easier when he’s wearing a stupid suit and mask? why does he need to keep hiding himself?

“kai? wake up!” kang taehyun, the best of bestest friends of the shy masked superhero, says. “are you even listening to me?”

taehyun and kai are sitting at their usual table at the cafeteria, doing their daily game of looking at you and trying to guess your order for the day. kai’s only purpose with this “interesting game”, it’s to have a chance to verbalize how pretty you look.

“i’m sorry. i was just thinking-”

“about y/n, right? man, are you ever telling them how you feel? did you listen to how they were talking about you last week?”

“not me! they were talking about spiderman!” the boy whispers.

taehyun is the only person who knows about kai’s second identity. it’s impossible to keep any secret from kang. but everything got harder after kai walked into his bedroom, all suited up, while his best friend waited for him to start the die hard movie marathon.

“it’s not easy, taehyun. it’s always cool when i’m wearing a mask and pretending to know what i’m doing. but… when i take it off, it seems like a part of myself also goes away.”

“kai, all i know it’s that they are in love with you. it doesn't matter if it’s spiderman or just you. madeleine told me that y/n can’t stop talking about ‘how spiderman is their savior’.”

“they said that? i only stopped them from spilling coffee on their shirt.” he answered, trying to brush off the proud look on his face.

“i cross my heart on that.”

the school bell rang, calling the two boys for the next class.

“how come you have a girlfriend and i can’t even talk to the girl i love?” kai let his inner thought come out.

“i don’t know.” taehyun laughed a bit as he got up from the table and put his hand on top of the shy boy’s shoulder. “you can do it, kai. they love you. it doesn't matter what you keep telling yourself. but they are in love with you.”

[ LATER THAT DAY ]

“you’re early! maybe not a good day to be a friendly neighborhood superhero, spiderman.” you speak jokingly.

kai laughs back at you. “yeah, not a lot of people are spilling coffee on their shirt today.”

“hey! almost spilling coffee on their shirt, okay?”

“if you say so.”

since kai couldn’t face you in a normal social situation, he came up with a solution: talking to you on top of the building where you live, while he’s spiderman. you suggested the place after he said you were one of the most interesting civilians he ever “saved”.

chessy? i know. but his words, not yours.

“how is my favorite civilian doing today?”

“can you even have your favorite ones? isn’t that against the superhero rules?” you say back sarcastically.

“well, when they are pretty and clumsy, i think i can.” kai got closer to you and touched a strand of your hair.

to say the minimum, there was a tension between you two every time you talked. kai doesn’t understand what happens. he gets bolder, sexier and talkative when he’s spiderman.

maybe that’s why he was so afraid of confessing his feelings for you as only kai. would you even like him back? would you be offended? he knows how gentle you are and couldn’t hurt a single living soul, but his anxious thoughts say otherwise.

he notices your cheeks blushing and how shy you got. you’re the cutest in his eyes right now. he would do everything to kiss you, just to see how even more timid you would get.

in fact, kai almost did it. but as his hands were about to grab your face, a distant siren started to go off.

“i guess you have to go now, spiderman.” you say with a sad smile on your face.

“yes…” kai answers sadly.

“go and save the world. i’ll wait for you.”

as he prepares to shoot his web, all he can think about is: can you wait for him to say how much he loves you?

💌 taglist: @impureperhaps @sunoooism

status: requests closed , permanent taglist open.

© gyuletters, 2023 - do not repost, copy, or translate. // ok. so, this fic is heavily inspired by tom holland’s spiderman (precisely the homecoming one). i loooove spiderman since a very young age, so writing this was too much fun. also, i got inspired by a spiderman fic i read here on tumblr, but i can’t seem to find the link or author to give them the proper credits, i’m really sorry. :( if they somehow ended up reading this, tysm for writing such a lovely fic. you were a huge inspo to me. always remember that i love you all so so much!💕

#💋glettrs.©#tomorrow by together #txt fics #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt soft hours #hueningkai #hueningkai fics #hueningkai imagines #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai fluff #hueningkai soft hours

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assistant-of-drama · 5 days

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Assistant Noah's World Tour!

After Newfoundland...

Noah listens as he hears Alejandro angrily rant in spanish, while brushing his teeth.

The sarcastic assistant is covering his mouth and trying his best not to laugh, as he stood near the confessional door.

Apparently, the charmer doesn't like the sock flavored chowder that Heather made for him.

Even though Noah mostly forgives Alejandro for almost leaving Owen behind back in the Amazon, he may have been the reason Heather had gotten Owen's socks in the first place.

Alejandro opened the door to give Noah the stink eye. Did he already find out what Noah did?

"I'm glad that you find my suffering so hilarious." Alejandro grumbled.

So, he didn't.

Noah shrugs with a chuckle. "Well, you were kinda asking for it, considering that you tricked two guys into kissing fish and stole Heather's possible alliance with DJ."

"What can I say. She had a clever idea and I wanted to steal it for myself. And be honest with me Noah, would you rather kiss a fish or have someone else do it for you?" Alejandro asks smugly with a raised eyebrow.

Noah squints his eyes and purses his lips. "...Touche."

"That's what I thought, amigo." the charmer then winks playfully, wrapping an arm around the assistant and leading him to first class.

Noah leans into Alejandro's touch, the back of his head by the taller man's strong chest, as he asks a curious question. "By the way, how did you have time to paint those eyes on the fish?"

"I'm sure that you're smart enough to figure that out on your own."

"I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman."

"Come now Noah, we both know that I'm not."

As they entered first class to enjoy its comforts, Noah allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts.

Noah wishes he could hate the guy. He wishes he could hate the True Alejandro as much as the Fake Alejandro. He wants to hate that greasy eel. It'd make things so much easier. But the truth was, he didn't hate him at all. The true Alejandro was clever, crafty, cunning, a bit dorky and had a sense of humor that Noah could appreciate. The Fake Alejandro was just a Spanish Prince Charming Wannabe.

Alejandro's brain was even sexier than his body, and that was saying something. It was the thing that drew Noah in, made him want to be near him, even when he knew it was wrong. It was the one thing that made Noah feel like he wasn't the only one with a mind like this. They were two misfits who had found each other in this mess of a competition, and somehow, it worked. It was a strange, twisted sort of bond that they shared, and Noah wasn't sure if he could ever explain it to anyone else.

Although Noah acts like he's not interested, deep down he honestly wants nothing more than to drag Alejandro to the cargo bay and kiss the beautiful, brilliant evil genius all day long. It's the last thing he'd ever admit to, but it's the truth. They could give Bridgette and Geoff a run for their money.

Even though the True Alejandro is interesting and fun, at the end of the day, Alejandro is only here for the money. He doesn't care about Noah or anyone for that matter. Noah has seen with his own eyes and Alejandro himself told the assistant. Nothing and nobody else matters. Only the million dollars matter.

As much as it hurt Noah's little heart, it's the truth and the cynic can accept that.

He accepts it... if only he knew about the conflict in Alejandro's own heart.

#assistant noah's world tour #assistant noah #total drama #total drama world tour #td noah #alejandro burromuerto #alenoah

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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Hi! I hope you're well and having a nice day. I, personally, am having brainrot you put there so I'm sending it right back.

Just. Fat Hob absolutely destroying Dream's pussy. He's got Dream on his back, hips cushioned into next week, his legs flung over Hob's shoulders while Hob is nailing his g-spot, his hairy belly dragging over his clit with every thrust.

Yeah. That is all.

🦒

This is my happy place. I am truly at peace thinking about this <3

Hob making Dream soooo comfortable, giving him all the pillows and cushions in the house. Dream has this half-lidded expression of bliss on his face, and his heels are comfortably digging into Hob’s back. Dragging him in closer and making sure that Hob is right there, all his warmth and weight.

The bottom part of his belly is so soft, it's just perfect to rub and nudge against Dream’s sensitive clit. All the wetness from his pussy has spread onto Hob’s belly and makes the slide even easier. Dream keeps thrusting his hips up like he's fucking into the plush fat, and he makes the most lovely, desperate noises.

If Dream leans up at just the right angle, he can put his mouth around Hob’s soft, plump tit. He doesn't say so but he's just so obsessed with Hob’s perfect body, all it's heft and strength. He wants Hob on top of him, inside him, fucking him, holding him. He wants to hold onto the plush love handles and let Hob absolutely rock his world.

The piece de resistance: Hob gets Dream to squirt all over his belly. The fluid streaks all over his stretch marks and soaks the soft dark hair from chest to groin, and Dream looks like he's made a work of art. And Hob is inclined to agree. He's never felt sexier.

#🦒 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #fat hob

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messenger-of-stupidity · 9 months

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Redacted Incorrect Quotes

Redacted Masterlist

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Baabe: seductively takes off glasses Wow, you're… blurry.

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Angel: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it. Angel: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

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David: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Baabe: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

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Angel: My favorite outdoor activity is going back inside.

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Asher: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.

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Sweetheart: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

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Angel: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

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Angel, on the phone: So no head? Angel: Throws phone and breaks skateboard

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at the supermarket Angel: All right, the last item on the list is "virgin oil." Angel: Angel: Wow. Imagine being an item and still being called a virgin. David: Please stop

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David: Plants are basically the ideal friends. They are quiet, friendly, and easy to please. All they need is a little water and fresh earth, and they are perfectly happy to lie there all day in the sun. And they don’t make increasingly awful life choices, or hide their relationships. They have never, as far as I know, fucked a bee.

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Sweetheart: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

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David: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Baabe, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

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Asher is ordering a cake over the phone Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say? Asher, covering the phone to look at the others: Do we want a talking cake?

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Sweetheart: I am literally evil incarnate. Sweetheart: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Sweetheart: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

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Milo: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

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David: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.

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Angel: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. Angel: I will not yield.

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Sweetheart: I don’t need to touch grass, I need the fall of capitalism.

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David: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Baabe: I'm yet to properly begin my history notes BUT!!!! I got 100 Baabe-percent on a quiz about european countries so who's the REAL winner here.

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Darlin: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

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Milo: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark Milo: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Milo: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No… Milo: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Milo: writes You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Darlin: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

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Baabe: My dad has a spiked collar. Baabe: *dog

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Asher: I know what a prism is! It's where you put bad people.

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Angel: Two bros! Angel: Chillin' in a hot tub! Angel: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted shaw pack #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted sam #redacted asher #redacted baabe #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart

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gold-rhine · 6 months

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For the bodypart canons askgame can we get Neuvillette? If you don't have much about him yet then I wanna be the first one to ask for Kaeya

I already did for Neuvi! In fact its easier for him bc he just came out, so i have a lot of things to extrapolate from, but I was writing long ass essays for kaeya for more than a year, so its harder to come up with anything new to say asdfghj. like i don't to repeat same headcanons i already wrote, like that he's related to candace

Headcanon: I can muster a cogent argument for why it would make more sense or make for a better story if this were the case

i've gotta say, i'm a bit peeved when i see ppl portraying child kaeya as like. a dickensian beggar boy who was let to the fireplace and cried bc he tried a cube of sugar for the first time in his life. like, alberichs are nobility and we know khaenriah took their nobility *very* seriously. and if they knew they are sending their scion to mond's nobility, they'd make damn sure he can keep up their dignity. kaeya canonically could read and write before he got to mond and game makes sure to highlight that his handwriting is beautiful.

i think kaeya was very well educated, very well schooled and mannered and prepared for like high society politics, and it was kind of a cultural shock for him how uncivilized ragnyvdirs are in comparison to his own upbringing. like he's a bit confused when he doesn't see 10 different forks at the dinner table, but he's keeping a brave face, but then he sees diluc wipe his mouth with a sleeve and like snatch a piece of meat from the dish and is just completely stunned. and diluc is like oh don't be shy, you can have more too if you want!, but kaeya is in fact seeing a heart attack his own father would have at this scene. this is why he comes off as very quiet and polite to all adults at the estate

Heartcanon: I don’t have a particular rationale for why this ought to be the case, I just like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the warm fuzzies

my conspiracy theory headcanon is that he does still have his horse, but doesn't use her for work. like when he just became a knight as a teen, he saw a horse that no one wanted or ever chose bc she had horrible temper, and slowly gained her trust with treats and attention until they've became friends like a true horsegirl would. that horse was left in mond bc she doesn't let anyone else ride her, so the expedition just left her to kaeya, but he just treats her like a luxury pet and spoils her to death

Gutcanon: it’s not that I actively want this to be the case – it just unaccountably feels like it should be

the first ability from his vision that ever activated was his C4 shield when diluc cleaved him on the head and this is what saved his life. this shield is v useful, but kaeya hates it as a reminder. he also has pretty big burnscar on his eye, bc like. he took a flaming claymore to the eye, no way he has a dainty little white line from a hit like that

Junkcanon: I like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the other kind of warm fuzzies

has a collection of corsets and elaborate lingerie sets. like, you open the corset on his default outfit and there is another, even sexier corset underneath

Spleencanon: I insist that this is the case specifically to spite the author, because, like, fuck you, sir or madam

every time hoyo tries to gaslight us into pretending diluc was right and in fact normal about kaeya and the knights the whole time, i'm sending psychic spiders to them on the astral plane

#rhine talks #kaeya

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9800sblog · 7 months

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Hi! Can you do a reading on Kai’s ideal type from EXO? -🪼

kai tarot reading

ideal type characteristics

do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? the empress

general

6 of pentacles - someone he can spoil, but is still rich. someone that needs him, can make him feel like a helper or a savior of sorts. someone open and giving, charismatic, charming. he likes it if his person shows desperation for him. someone that compliments him, is good at what he's bad at and vice versa. he likes to see his person very casually and then see a total transformation outside of the house, he thinks it's powerful, someone that can be two opposites (like jennie). and probably a celebrity, the imagery of this cards reminds me of a stage and of fanservice.

4 of cups - an introspective and maybe religious type. again, someone who needs his help. someone that feels like a dream come true, like a gift from the gods. someone he can put a ring on, for sure, probably korean too. he may prefer the sexier type (at least in public). this is a person he daydreams about a lot. artistic in casual life, maybe someone who draws, paints or photographs as a hobby.

page of swords - an incredibly sweet person, who gets along with anyone, defender of outcasts, maybe an activist type or at least someone who is slightly interested in political and social discourses. someone who is always learning big things and planning for the future. someone who has/wants kids. I can't dismiss the correlation with the military here as he's currently serving, I just don't know what it means, it could be someone he met there or someone who's memory is helping him get through this difficult moment.

10 of pentacles - rich rich rich and family person, someone he can create a legacy with and who gets along with everyone in his family, from oldest to youngest. he wants a big big family too. probably korean or someone he's very familiar with (he did date krystal after knowing her for 9 years). he may want someone he currently works with or could work with in the future. and someone with some sort of nepotism (example: idols from big companies, who have an easier rise).

the magician - very similar message. probably a celebrity, probably korean but may travel overseas a lot. someone very rich and emotionally mature, that can take care of him and be by his side forever but also let themselves be taken care of. someone strong, that stands tall. powerful and talented, artistic is coming through again. a big professional who dreams big but is also grounded (like someone who has a practical and achievable plan but aims high). lots of knowledge about many different subjects, interdependent, great conversations, someone that makes him feel smarter everytime they talk. maybe some sort of mentor, teacher or independent worker.

9 of pentacles reversed - extreme work ethic and investment, willing to sacrifice for their dreams (can mean different things depending on each person). this may be someone that doesn't know how to take good care of themselves in a physical or material way, aka needs his help (again). may be someone he gets easily jealous with. their finances, physical well-being, material world in general might not be in the best light right now, this may be someone he often gives practical advices to (or wishes to do so). sexy is coming through again. also, someone who serves as a distraction or "solution" to his material problems.

for appearance i literally got strength reversed and 10 of wands, damn..... I asked if he wanted to talk about it, before asking about the appearance and he gave me the 6 of cups, so this is not one of those moments.

this person is not in their best moment, they may look sick. I'm not sure if he likes the heroin chic type of look, or this is someone who is genuinely physically unhealthy. this may be someone who works out too much, skips meals, is very insecure of their appearance in general.

I definitely think he wants someone he can carry around tho. he may prefer shorter hair, someone that looks a bit different from the crowd, but still fits the beauty standard, he may like those that look more aggressive than they are, maybe someone who has a conservative style, covers up a lot.

#kpop tarot #tarot #kpop #celebrity tarot #exo #kai #super m #sm entertainment

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esmeriandreamer · 1 year

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Scrolling through the Dreamling fics on AO3, I have noticed this fandom has failed to tap into a trope that could fit these two so much-

I offer you: hypnosis.

Like yes, there are the many fics where they fuck in the Dreaming, or where they indulge in some somnophilia, but how have we all failed to overlook this goldmine- It's a state of sleep where you are very much aware but also not, how is that not related to the Dreaming-

And it doesn't even have to be explicit (though hypnokink is very nice too uwu), it can also just be a way of Dream helping Hob relax or fall asleep without tossing the dream sand in his face-

Imagine; Dream just calmly soothing Hob with his voice, or doing some type of other induction (like finger following/fluttering or a soothing light/spiral) to get him into that trance state.

Hob stating confidently that he's too smart for these "parlour tricks", he was around when "mesmerizing" became a thing, you can try duck, but I doubt it'll work. And Dream just chuckles faintly, because it's the creative/smart minds who often have an easier time going under.

Hob agreeing on just indulging his lover, to play along with it, it's kinda nice actually, and he does feel a little tired, and woop, there he goes, slumping over the moment Dream eventually snaps his fingers-

Dream making Hob believe they're in the time period of one of their centennial meetings, either to redo them, or to make them sexier >w>

Dream (temporarily) messing with Hob's memory, with consent of course, to make him forget some things that really aren't that important right now, like his name or his identity outside of being Dream's pet.

Safety is always key with hypnosis though, it can't force you to do things you don't want to, so they spend time undoing triggers and doing aftercare after scenes, and they implement safewords Hob can use to snap himself out of it.

And besides, hypnosis can have some funny outcomes too, at least for fic purposes. Like Hob not paying attention and hearing one of his trigger words somewhere and getting a little dazed, so he and Dream decide that nope, we're only doing your trigger words in some dead language from now on-

I just think this has a lot of potential uwu

#dreamling #nsft #<< just in case #we're all missing out on this I believe-#in a wholesome way or not it would be very nice of Dream to shut off Hob's brain for a bit don't you think

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devitalise · 11 months

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Omg I really thought this would be the month I'd beat you to the punch with a check-in but once again time has evaded me & May is, in fact, over in a mere few days 🤥 I think I need to start keeping a physical calendar again to avoid these jumpscares BUT ANYWAY!!! MAY READS!!!! END OF SUCCESSION THOUGHTS!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS IMO GONNA WATCH & READ NEXT!!! 🎤

maybe next month you'll get me.. answering this a lil early so excuse any thoughts that aren't Fully Developed i'll just be away from my laptop and you know how much i love these

may book wrap up

in cold blood by truman capote

i can't remember what i said about this last month. maybe i'm the only person in the world who didn't know this was a "true crime novel" i thought i just picked up a fictional crime genre book. my mistake! general personal thoughts on the gross peversive nature of true crime aside, i think this as investigative journalism (with a questionable bias, fictionalised events, general capote tendecy to lie and gossip) i didn't hate reading it. i could absolutely tell how taken Capote was with Perry Smith in this, he kept coming back to reiterate details about his upbringing and i had to skim parts just because they were of little interest to me. i haven't read anything where the author has managed to so completely remove themselves from their writing like this before. took me a while to read it was a kindle choice and i struggled with reading this month.

podcast: overdue (really enjoyed this podcast set up, actually.) music: red dead redemption 2 soundtrack and this playlist

the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek

unlikable loathsome woman in Austria, this time. really dislike books like this, and this was barely any different. i think Jelinek as an author is neat, i see why she won a nobel peace prize, i'd love to be able to read German to get what was lost in translation. didn't love the story at all here. menacing and gross. what i found most interesting (and hated reading in equal parts) was erica's fucked up relationship with her mother. hate your mother hate the part of her that lives within you, etc etc. i thought this would be sexier, or at least just have more sex like the blurb promised, but other than a few voyeuristic encounters it lacked it completely. sexless and stale. a lot of men dislike this book, though, so if anyone asks then i absolutely loved it.

i read two reviews about this, both with opposing views to my own but interesting to read. music: this soundtrack that almost sent me to sleep. won't be watching the movie

heatwave by victor jestin

it got hot towards the end of last week and i could finally crack open this short little book. i didn't hate it, wasn't blown away by it either. apparently i don't read blurbs - another shock here! i think because these are books that i bought so many months ago when it comes to reading them it's like oh?? well. i was distracted and tanning and drinking gin & tonics whilst reading, and i think this needed more of my attention than i could give. or maybe that's just me being generous.

no links for this one. pending.

i'm currently reading bonjour tristesse by francoise sagan. i've actually finished it but there's two stories in one so i'm on A Certain Smile now. more french books, they're the only books i have set in the summer at the moment. i started reading it on the beach, too.

i bought some new books: season of migration to the north by tayeb smith, the thief's journal by jean genet, my father's diet by adrian nathan west, and diary of a film by niven govinden. i've been reading some really hard books this year (and have bought four more) so i'm gonna switch lanes to some easier reads. the atlas six and nightbitch are probably the easiest of the ones i own at the moment.

AHHHH SUCCESSION.

kendall roy....

i have mixed thoughts about the ending i think it makes perfect sense what went down with the siblings, it doesn't mean that kendall being betrayed hurts me any less. i'm emotionally exhausted after finishing it so i've been watching cooking competitions on netflix. next is the sopranos as my Drama of Choice

also i've been listening to the once upon a time at bennington college podcast you recommended! really enjoying it so far

#book talk #djservo #i didn't know if i'd even finish one book this month tbh #saving my next rachel cusk read for when i really need a pick me up

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Can you imagine an easily flustered, shy mello or Near? Who's harder to picture with this personality.

hahaha, i have to say neither of them are particularly easy to picture this way,,, mostly bc i don't actually think Near would fluster that easy (i can more easily see him getting slightly overly enthused / overwhelmed if that makes sense??) and Mello defaults to getting A Little Mad About It whenever confronted with an unfamiliar / uncomfortable emotion (some exceptions for this ofc).

overall i think it's easier for me to imagine Near getting a bit more flustered, esp in a situation in which they're already involved with one another, since i think perhaps in that case he'd feel less of a need to hide his reactions to things?? i'm gonna be totally real right now, it's pretty late here so i reserve the right to clarify / retract some of this tomorrow when i'm more coherent hfhfhggfhfgfgh.

all this being said i'll add that i personally enjoy writing Mello getting flustered more. in his own way, though. TO THE EXCERPTS, FOR CLARIFICATION.

oh. first. special treat for you, since you specifically asked about them being shy. unpublished bit of a WIP that i currently am not actually working on, linked here ❣️

okay. aside from that. literally the entirety of there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have falls into the "mello falling apart" category, but here's a bit i like particularly well:

Near pokes his head in the door, and Mello is hit with the smell of burnt bread. To his great dissatisfaction, the white-haired boy’s eyes don’t stray from Mello’s face for even an instant.

“I burned it the first two times,” Near says. “But I’m trying again.”

“Okay,” Mello says, shifting slightly to let the shirt— Near’s shirt, which by all logic should make it even sexier— fall open a bit more.

Near doesn’t react. The blonde finds himself almost wanting to scream, but instead runs a hand through his hair and looks at Near through half-lidded eyes. It’s a move that, to date, has had a one-hundred percent success rate in getting the attention of potential sex partners.

“I have white grape juice if you would like any,” Near informs him blandly. He is not giving Mello do-me eyes, or any other sign of being affected.

“I’ll pass,” Mello says, trying to sound like he isn’t edging into hysteria.

okay spoilers below this for two other fics lol

from chapter 5 of hot soup on a cold day:

A high-pitched beeping sound pulls Near from slumber a distressingly short period of time later. His head aches slightly from too little sleep, but he hits the “off” button and silences the alarm. Beside him, Mello stirs, blinking blearily up at Near for a few seconds before seemingly waking up all at once. Near watches with dread as the blonde’s face shifts from sleepy relaxation to embarrassment to panic.

“What—!” Mello stammers, mostly failing to muster up a glare. “What the hell are you doing in my bed?!”

The acting is not Mello’s best, to say the least, but he is clearly having a crisis of some kind.

chapter 2 of what doesn't kill me makes me want you more:

Near tilts her head. “You didn’t complain before, when you were kissing me.”

It’s as if a rod is slipped into the other girl’s spine; she goes rigid, then sneers. “That’s because I feel bad for you.”

Near bites back a question— is it common practice for you to kiss people you consider charity cases?— because it’s pointed enough that it could only worsen the situation. “Mello has a kind heart,” she says instead.

That doesn’t go over well, though, anyway.

“Don’t fucking mock me,” Mello spits. “You’re the one who has— you’re the one who’s obsessed with me. I was just taking pity on you.”

uuhhhhh. yeah. anyhow. thank you for the ask!! hopefully this made some kind of sense? it's genuinely hard for me to tell when it's this late in the day jhjgjghfhhhfhh (<- temporarily a european timezone girlie) but it was fun to answer anyways!

#meronia #mellonear #me answering this ask and suddenly being unsure i know the definition of flustered OR shy #and subsequently getting. you guessed it. flustered. and also? shy.#asks

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