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♤♢ on the run ♧♡ | three

♤ summary: she's an infamous bank robber, and he's the only detective that's been able to get close to her. he was never apart of her plans. but he's got his clutches in her and she can't let go.a geto suguru au

♢ warnings: this story will contain descriptions of violence, destructive behavior, toxic behavior, illegal activities, sexual content, death. use of weapons. forbidden romance

♧ aw: smut, multiple positions, oral m & f receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, there's probably more, if I missed any let me know

♡ currently: completed

♤ taglist: closed

♢ wc: 5k

♧ carlile speaks: hi my babies! I'm just on a roll lately! don't get used to it though lol. the inspiration comes in waves sometimes. I hope you all enjoy the next installment of Ruby & Suguru's story. should be one or two more parts left for them! make sure you check out Melodies of Passion if you're more of a Satoru girlie!

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“What are you doing here?” the words rush out of you before you even comprehend who you’re looking at.

“That’s not the reaction I was hoping for, Ru,” Suguru chuckles at your response.

“Get in here,” you pull him inside, swiftly shutting the door. “Now, what are you doing here? Do you know how much trouble I could be in now?” You glance through the peephole down the hallway. “How did you even know I was here?”

Suguru just watches as you frantically spit out questions, looking through the peephole. He didn't notice it at first, but now he sees the 9mm luger wedged into your grip. Notices the dark circles under your eyes, alongside the bruise that's forming on your cheek. “Ru, what’s going on? Why are you so panicked?” Then he really notices the short sleep dress he’s missed seeing you in. Missed taking you out of.

“What do you mean why? I have a gang leader looking for me. I was attacked today, and now you’re here when you weren't supposed to follow me. Why. Are. You. Here?” the words leaving you sound more accusatory than anything.

“Can you please calm down for me?” He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pushing your face into his chest.

“Calm down? I can’t calm down. I’m so scared, Sugu. I’ve never been this scared,” you sob into his chest.

“I know you’re scared. I’m sorry,” he tries soothing you; smoothing his hands up and down your back. “We’ll figure something out,” he tucks your head under his chin. “I promise.”

Another promise he can’t keep.

“How did you find me?” you ask, turning your head up at him to look into his eyes.

“Satoru would normally go for the penthouse whenever he stays in a hotel for a long period of time. When he said it was already booked by an unknown VIP I knew it had to be you.”

“I have to change locations soon,” you admit to him, pulling yourself from his embrace, walking further into the suite. Suguru follows.

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling you to sit with him on the couch, your legs across his lap as he massages your legs and feet.

“I’m running out of banks in this area. I’ve already exasperated–ooh, that spot kinda hurts–all of the surrounding cities, so it’s time to move on. Maybe it’ll throw the people on my trail off, too,” he offers a weak smile as an apology for hitting the tender spot and quickly slides his hands to a different spot; gauging your reaction before speaking again.

“You said you were attacked today? So that was your blood on the stairs?” his tone a mixture of worried and angry, but his touch doesn't reflect it; his fingers nimbly releasing the tension buried beneath your skin.

You nod, tears welling in your eyes. “I thought it was going to be you when I felt someone grab me,” wincing again when he gets near your knee, so he moves further up your thigh.

“I wish it was me. Seeing you like this is breaking my heart more than..the day you left,” his voice grew quiet with the last few words.

“I'm sorry, It was the only way. I wasn't going to be a prisoner in that hotel room,” reaching up, you run one of your hands through his hair, really taking a look at his face; at his dark and sunken eyes, the look of sadness behind them. He looks like he hasn’t slept since you last saw him over a month ago.

Suguru nods, “Satoru is staying in this hotel too, you know,” he offers you a light laugh.

“Great, another reason for me to leave,” you stand from the couch, going back to tossing your various items into your bag, but he's right behind you, snaking his arms around you as you turn into his hold again.

“I don't want you to leave,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Come with me,” you reach up, grasping the sides of his face gingerly in your hold, a hopeful smile on your face.

“Wh–I can’t just drop everything and go with you,” he claims, pulling his head back, making your stomach, and face drop. He literally went against the force for almost a year, hopping from hotel to hotel with you while you continued on with your scores; but now he has reservations?

He doesn’t, he’s just teasing you.

He was quite literally sleeping with the enemy already.

But so were you.

“You could, if you really cared about us like you say you do,” you force yourself out of his hold, going back to your bag on the edge of the bed. “I’m making one stop to ask an old friend for help before I make my exit, and I'll never be in this country again. I need you to understand that, Sugu.”

“I need you to understand that I’m an officer of the law,” he teases some more, pulling you back into his arms.

“Suguru,” leaves your lips in the form of a whine.

“Okay–I tried–Of course I’ll go with you," He offers a kiss to your forehead, “I'd follow you to the ends of the earth; if you’d..just..let me.” he lightly jabs at you for leaving him hanging a month ago.

“I’d let you do anything.”

“Anything?” he smirks down at you, trailing his hands down to your hips; giving them a firm squeeze.

“Anything, detective,” your arms dangle off his shoulders as you smile up at him.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers against your lips

“So much,” you whisper back. He covers your lips with his; deftly invading your mouth with his tongue. You have no idea how badly he’s been wanting to just feel your skin beneath his fingertips. Speaking of, too many clothes. He starts sliding your little black sleep dress up your thighs and bunching it at your hips as he massages the plump flesh of your ass. Moving his lips down to place open mouth kisses all along your jawline, leaving little bites in his wake as he makes his way south.

“Wait,” you breathe out, scared of continuing before telling him the truth. “Sugu, wait, please,” you struggle to catch your breath, “I have to–tell you something,” he continues pressing kisses along your throat; breathing in your scent with each pass of his lips. Your hands find his, attempting to pull your nightgown back down.

“Okay,” he smiles against your skin, “What's bothering you, Ru?” turning in his hold to look at him in the eye, seeing just how much he feels for you behind them. “Hm?” he offers you that boyish grin and you’re immediately terrified to tell him what’s been weighing on your heart since you’d asked him why he called you Ru.

“Come sit,” you pat the seat on the couch next to you. He eyes you warily from his standing position. “Please?” and he’s on the move, immediately sliding in the spot next to you and grabbing your feet once again to place them in his lap.

“What’s on your mind, Ru?”

“I have to come clean about something before we continue anything, and before you make a final decision about leaving with me.”

“You’re not pregnant are you?” his face pales at the thought.

“Oh god, no. Absolutely not,” you wave your hand in the air, lightly chuckling at the idea of being a mom. “Jeez, could you imagine? Throwing a baby into my world? Not the best idea, Sugu,” he laughs at your response, silently thanking the heavens.

“Then what’s bothering you, baby? You know I’m coming with you, no matter what.”

“You might change your mind after i tell you this,” you whisper, pulling your feet from his hold and up to your chest.

“Look at me,” he places a hand on your shoulder, beckoning you to look at his face, but you shake your head, “Ru, look at me,” you do, “There is nothing you could tell me that would make me want to leave you behind. I lov–”

“Don’t say that!” you interrupt him, catching him off guard. “You can’t,” you stand from the couch, pacing back and forth, really panicking Suguru as he sits before you.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, baby,” there's that name again, “You’re fine, just come sit with me and tell me what’s going on, okay?” He reaches out to you, grasping your hand in his and pulling you to straddle his lap. He places your hands on his shoulders before grasping your chin to look into your eyes. “Now, tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m afraid of how you’ll look at me after i tell you,” tears welling in your eyes, your bottom lip wobbling as you speak.

“There’s not anything you can tell me that would make me look at you any different,” he attempts to soothe you.

“That can’t be true,” you pull from his hold, rounding the couch and leaning against the back end, staring at yourself in the wall mirror across from you. Taking in your weepy appearance. Your already puffed red cheeks, mostly from the swelling of getting socked in the face.

“You’ll just have to trust me.” he says from behind you. You watch him stand, turning to face you and making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Trust? Are you kidding me right now?

“I do trust you, but you shouldn't trust me.” you turn to face him, the couch between you.

“How could I not trust you?”

“Beca–Because I’ve been lying to you. From the beginning,” you watch his face drop. “I was using you for protection,” falls from your lips in the form of a whisper.

“Hm,” he hums, more to himself than to you. “I thought we were both on the same page,” he moves to walk up behind you, placing his hands on your hips. “You think I didn't know that?” he whispers in your ear. “You think I didn’t see the change on your face when I told you that you completed me?” his hands sliding to your front; rubbing up and down the expanse of your abdomen, reveling in the silky material of your nightgown under his touch. “I’ll play along and forgive you,” his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “But you’ll have to forgive me for lying to you, too,” his hands slip underneath the hem of your nightgown, fingertips sliding along your thighs.

“W-what?” you breathe out, placing your hands on the back of the couch to brace yourself. Lying to you? About what?

“The first time we met wasn't the first time I'd seen you.” He states, pressing his lips to your shoulder, watching as you turn around at his words, ready for whatever you’re about to say.

“What do you mean?” falls from your lips. Suguru spins you in his hold, keeping you held firmly against his front as he speaks.

“I had seen you many times before. I’d seen you for the first time a few months into my investigation,” you almost don’t believe the words that are coming from his mouth, “But I'd gotten word of the hit placed on your head and it terrified me. I’d entrusted myself with your safety and made a plan to keep an eye on you from afar,” you almost don’t believe his words. “I fell in love with you before I ever actually met you.” he admits. “I’ve been in love with you ever since I saw you for the first time. So if you don’t think I noticed, I'm wounded.”

“How is that even fair?” you questioned. “You got to see me before I got to see you?”

“That’s what you want to focus on? I just told you that I’m in love with you, Ru.”

“Yeah, I got that. But you were following me for that long? How did I not notice you? I notice everything”

“Ruby.” he chuckles at your dismissiveness of his admission.

“How is it fair that you got to follow me when I had no idea?” you’re babbling to yourself at this point.

“Y/N.” he breathes, taking your face into his hands and kisses you deeply. “I’m in love with you,” he pulls away, smiling down at you. Taking in the look of shock and happiness on your face.

“I–I’m in love with you too.. Detective Geto.” and you're kissing him again. “Wait, so we both lied to each other?”

“Mhm.” he moans against your mouth, reveling in the taste of your lips.

“Should we talk about it some more?” you manage to breathe out, before he’s chasing your lips with his; like he's afraid you’re gonna disappear again.

“What do you think?” he spins the two of you so he's leaning against the back of the couch.

“Think I’d rather show you how sorry I am than tell you,” you whisper as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands trailing down his torso at an agonizingly slow speed. His heartbeat races, you can feel it speed up under your touch.

“God, I love you so much,” he breathes into the air, tilting his head back as he leans further back on the edge of the couch, “so much,” he sucks a breath in, feeling you pull his jeans open and zipper down.

“Mm, what do you love about me, Detective?” you whisper, pulling his cock from the confines of his briefs, pressing a kiss to his tip before taking him into your mouth.

“For starters, that mouth works wonders,” he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, taking in the sight beneath him. He could cum down your throat here and now. His hands tangle in your hair; not to guide you but to ground himself.

“Keep going, Sugu,” you pull off for a second, “Or I stop,” blowing a puff of air onto his tip, you make him shudder under your touch. Swirling your tongue up the underside of his shaft before taking him into your mouth once again.

“A-And you’re unbelievably brilliant, and cunning,” his breath becomes shaky, “Such a smart girl,” he moans at the sight of your free hand sliding down between your own legs to swipe over your fingers over your clit. “And God, you’re so beautiful.”

Feeling you pull him as far into your throat as you possibly can, until he jerks his hips slightly making you gag; he grins at the sight yet moans at the feeling, holding you in place. He feels you tap his leg, so he releases his hold. “Just for that, now it’s my turn,” you state, standing from your spot on the floor, and attaching your lips to his.

“I think that’s fair,” Suguru grabs ahold of your hips, spinning the two of you around to switch places. “Gonna apologize to you so good,” he says, taking his spot on the floor, your hand finding the top of his head, holding him back from your core.

“Beg.”

“Ruby,” he warns.

“Beg for me, Detective,” you smile salaciously down at him, your fingers tangling in his hair to angle his face up at you. “Or I'll get myself off.”

There’s a sadistic glint in his eyes as he starts to speak.

“Please, Ru.”

“You can do better than that,” you tighten the grip on his head, suguru grunts in response.

“Please, baby, need to taste you so bad. Missed you so much.”

“Yeah? How bad did you miss me?” you’re teasing him, pulling his head towards where he wants to touch you most, but when he gets close enough for his lips to brush your cunt, you yank him back by his hair, making him wince.

“Slept with one of the shirts you decorated for me,” he pants desperately, “was the only way to feel close to you.”

“Hmm, aren't you sweet,” you gleam, “guess you can have your reward.” you let go of his head and he surges forward. Lapping his tongue in and out of your folds, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue.

He remembers every spot to reach with his fingers, sliding two of them inside and immediately making your knees buckle. His other hand, kneading the flesh of your ass as he eats you as if he’s having his last meal on death row. “Fuck, Sugu, right there,” you moan as his fingers pass over your sweet spot curled inside of you. Feeling his mouth grin against you, he hums against the skin making you jump. Nimble fingers find their way into his silky black hair once again, keeping yourself grounded. His tongue always has a way of putting you on cloud nine.

The sheen layer of sweat that covers your body gives you the glowing effect; he pulls the best out of you, figuratively and literally.

“I know what you like, don’t worry, Ru,” he gloats from below, digging back in. One pass after another after another over the spongy spot that makes your eyes cross and he’s got you at the peak already. “Beg,” he stops his ministrations.

“W-what? No, keep–keep going, Sugu,”

“Your turn to beg for it,” his eyes darken even more, if that’s even possible. He keeps up a steady pace on your clit, but nothing more. Enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to send you over.

“F-fuck you, Sugu, shit,”

“That doesn’t sound like begging,” he grins, dipping a finger inside, before sliding it back out,

“Hgn–Suguru–please, baby please,” leaves you breathlessly.

“Getting closer,”

“Please–Sugu, I’m sorry,--love you so much, baby–please, let me cum–please!

“Cum all over my tongue, baby.” and you do. Releasing the pent up aggression, tension, fear; all of the emotions you’d been shoving down the last month comes pouring out of you; literally. “There she is, such a pretty girl,” he coos at you, licking up the mess you left behind.

“Fuck, Sugu, you’re so good at that,” he stands while youre talking, lifting you off the edge of the couch with your legs wrapped around his hips and making his way with you to the bedroom of the suite.

You wake a few hours later to an empty bed. “Sugu?” you call out, sheets clutched to your chest. Suguru emerges from the bathroom at your call, a finger to his lips and his phone to his ear.

“Sorry, Satoru, i just needed to step out and get a drink. Wanted to clear my head.” the silence in between his moments to speak were almost deafening. “Nah, I’ll be on my way back here soon, no need to send a brigade after me.” Its nice when you can just forget what Suguru is at the end of the day, but after all he is a cop. “Yeah, I’ll just meet you at the room in the morning. Sounds good, Satoru. See you in the morning, then.”

“I wish you weren't a cop,”

“Well, I won't be here before too long,” he chuckles.

“I know,” you cuddle into him. “I can’t wait to live this life with you,” whispers leave your lips against his chest. “The life we dreamed of.”

“I can't wait either,” he pulls your lips to his. “Gonna give you everything you deserve.”

“Yeah? That a promise, Detective?”

“Mhm. Pretty soon you won’t be able to call me that anymore,” he grins, flipping the two of you over so he's hovering over you.

“You’ll always be my Detective Geto,” you press a kiss to his lips, pulling him down by the nape of his neck.

Sliding one of your legs around his hip, his hand comes to caress the exposed area; his calloused hands roam around your soft skin, relishing every dip and curve. Suguru realizes he’s dreamed this moment so many times across the time he spent without you, and he cant bare the thought of having to do that again. He never wants to let you out of his sight. He’ll go to war over you; he’s sure of that.

“My beautiful girl,” he attaches his lips to your neck, “All mine,” Suguru growls against the skin.

“Y-yours, Sugu. All yours,” he lowers his weight onto you, covering your lips with his in the process.

“We have to make a plan though,” he says before kissing you again, angling his hips to slowly push himself inside of you. Inch by tantalizing inch, the stretch still makes your eyes cross even after your earlier escapades.

“I already–ngh fuck–have one.”

“Mm, does it include me?” His thrusts are slow and languid, keeping you on your toes; never faltering.

“It does now,” you moan out, not wanting to spend another minute away from him, though you know he’ll have to leave for a while in the morning to speak with Satoru.

“How does it go then?”

“I’m going to an old friend for help, and now you’ll be there with me. We’ll get–haah, Suguuu, right there–get our help and leave the country,” his tip grazes over your sweet spot repeatedly, making your legs tremble. You hook your feet around his hips, attempting to pull him even closer to you. He grins at your attempt, taking the hint to speed up just a little bit.

“Who’s this friend?” his tone feigning jealousy.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” you smirk up at him, swiping the hair that fell from his bun out of his eyes. “Such pretty eyes you have, Sugu,”

“Now you’re just trying to seduce me,” he mirrors your words back at him from the first time you slept together. You grin up at him as you flip the two of you over, him still inside of you.

“What gave you that idea?” you plant your knees into the mattress and hook your feet over his thighs as you bounce yourself on his length.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he bites down on two of his fingers to keep himself quiet as he plants the other hand on your hip. You’re not having any of that though, pulling his hand from his mouth.

“Nuh uh, wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Detective,”

“Y-yeah? Wanna hear me be a mess for you?”

“Mhm.”

“Fuck, Ru. Don’t stop, such a pretty little thing, bouncing on her cock,” he smiles at you, relishing in the feeling of your cunt enveloping his cock over and over again; your warm gummy walls sucking him in with ease.

“M-mine,” you moan, leaning forward, kissing him deeply.

“Yours,” he grins against your lips. “Love you so much, baby. Feel so fucking good sucking me in like that,” both of his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down his length.

“G-getting tired,” you moan out.

“Aw, need Detective Geto’s help, Ru? Hm?” you nod your head fervently at his question, making him chuckle. He plants his feet into the mattress, his arms pulling you flush against his front as he lays on his back; snaking them around your shoulders to keep you in place against his chest as he pounds into you from below. He successfully turned you into the moaning mess without even trying. “Just needed a little help?”

“Mhm,” you whine into his chest, nails digging into his pecs making him hiss.

“Gonna cum baby? Can feel you squeezing me,” Suguru pants into your hair.

“Uhuh, uhuh. G’na cum, sugu.”

“You better cum all over your cock then. C’mon and soak me, baby,” he keeps up his pace as he feels you fall apart against him. Cries of his name fall from your lips like a mantra, over and over again. You call for him as if he can solve all of the world's problems. At least, you think he could with the way he makes you feel. He could end world hunger, solve climate change and world peace all in one day if he can make you cum like that. At least that’s what the dopamine tells you he could do. He’s working himself up now that he’s felt you start to come down, “Wh-where do you want my cum, baby?”

“In-inside, please,” whines leave your spit slicked lips. Suguru flips the two of you over again, flipping you again so you were on your tummy before he entered you again, making you hiss at the new angle. He’s reaching deeper spots at this point; making your eyes cross. He reaches over to your night stand, grabbing the Chanel box from your shopping trip earlier this week. He takes the ribbon from around the outside, and begins tying your hands behind your back.

“You are under arrest, Ruby,” he smirks into your shoulder, biting down onto the skin; lulling his tongue over the raised surface.

“On what grounds?” you chuckle into the mattress.

“For stealing my heart,” he places a kiss between your shoulder blades before picking up the pace of his hips again. “Do you have any intent on giving it back?” he asks.

“No–nope, it’s m-mine now.” you moan out, voice muffled by the comforter.

“Keep it, it does better with you anyways.” he’s pistoning his hips into yours. “Gonna cum,” he warns.

“Cum inside your pussy, Suguru, all yours.”

The following morning, Suguru stands at the kitchen counter in the suite, pulling himself together to meet Satoru back at his hotel room, knowing fully Satoru is somewhere in the hotel he’s standing in right now.

“So, lets run over the plan one more time,” he says, wanting to audibly hear the plan again to run over it in his head.

“You’re going to Satoru, telling him you’re asking to be taken off the case because you’re feeling defeated. And you have your own plans of dealing with however he takes that news?”

“Mhm. If he’s angry, I talk him down. If he’s agreeable, then that works out even better,” his hands snake around your waist, pulling you to him.

“And I’ll wait here for you until we go to see my friend.” you place a kiss on his nose, making him grin down at you.

“Sounds like a plan to me, my Ru.” he kisses your lips. “Now, keep this this time just in case,” he slips your old burner phone into your hand as he pulls himself from your hold.

“Yes, detective.”

Suguru kisses you one more time before he’s out the door. He makes his way down stairs and through the lobby before his cell phone rings. It’s Satoru.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Suguru breathes into the phone, continuing on his way to his car in the parking lot.

“Hey, where are you?” Satoru asks.

“At the hotel, I am actually heading to get some coffee right now. Are you on your way? I’ll get you something too.”

Satoru was indeed on his way. He’s sitting in his car right now, watching Suguru stand near his own car as he lies to his friend on the phone.

“Nah, I haven’t even left my room yet,” Satoru lies. “Getting ready to. I’ll take a large coffee with two cream and one sugar though,” he chuckles. “I just wanted to make sure you were awake.”

“Ah, yeah man. I’m awake, but I need some coffee before I get on with today.” he opens his car door, taking a seat.

“We got a lead to look into?” Satoru tries pressing for information.

“Something like that,” Suguru sighs. “I’ll explain more when I see you.”

“I see you right now,” Satoru wants to say, but he’ll leave that for later. “Alright, man. I’ll see you at your spot then.

“Yeah, see you soon,” and they hang up. Suguru releases a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, and starts his car. Now having to stop and get coffee.

Suguru knows Satoru isn’t stupid. He’s known that Satoru has had an inkling for a while now. Especially after seeing the shirt with your lipstick prints, and then Suguru noticing him studying the lipstick evidence samples a little too closely the next day. Suguru knows.

Once he arrives at the hotel, Satoru is already there, waiting.

“Hey, here’s the coffee.”

“Cut the crap, what’s going on?” Satoru snatches the cup from Suguru’s hand.

“What do you mean?” he’s gotta play along.

“I know you weren't here this morning, you were at the Hilton. What were you doing there?”

“I was with a woman,” he partially tells the truth. Always the cop, tell half truths so they can't get you for lying.

“What woman?” Satoru presses.

“A woman I met, does it matter?” It hurts his heart to call you just a woman. You’re so much more.

“No, I suppose it doesn’t, but why did you lie to me this morning?”

“Because it isn't totally appropriate to have a one night stand when you’re supposed to be working a case, Gojo.”

“Woah, no need for last names, Geto. No need to get defensive either, I was just asking.”

“I’m quitting the case,” suguru blurts out.

“W-what? You’re leaving me to work on this alone?”

“I did it alone for two years.”

“Yeah, and you actually got close to her in those two years.” Close. The word makes suguru smirk to himself, and satoru notices. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired of feeling..defeated by this girl. We’re going to be closing in on three years of chasing this girl and for what? All she has done is make us look foolish.”

“You’re right, but you’re not one to give up, Suguru.”

“Yeah, well things change, Satoru. I need a break from all of this.” he says, picking up his duffle bag. I can help you gather all of this evidence if you’d like to work out of your hotel room now.

“Y-yeah. I’ll take the help.”

Suguru keeps catching Satoru staring at him, but he’s gotta keep up the front. He’s gotta act sad and defeated instead of happy and elated to finally get a chance at his life with you that you two had planned. You're not even sure where you’re going yet, but as long as you're together that’s all either of you care about.

And Satoru has to keep up the front of not knowing Suguru is lying.

Meanwhile, you’re waiting in the hotel room for Suguru, gathering all of your items together before the two of you make your hasty exit. You're happily waiting at the kitchen island when the door swings open.

But it's not Suguru who steps into the room.

It’s Sukuna.

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This Week in BL - The unexpected rise of cooking crush & seme bjs

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Jan 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 9 of 12 - I love this show so damn much. This may be my KinnPorsche. It’s just so endlessly entertaining in a perfectly unhinged way. I love that they looped Tharn’s dad back into the murder investigations.

You know kinksters have invented necklaces that can’t come off… right? Just saying.

Meanwhile, would it still be BL if our seme didn’t wake up from drowning and instantly go chase snake?

No. No it would not.

Remember the one hard and fast rule of BL? When a seme gives a BJ it’s penance. Phaya is apologizing to Tharn for leaving him behind.

Heh. Hard and fast. I kill me.

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 10 of 14 - How is this absurd creature managing to rise in the ranks? Pavel turned in some stellar grief and ALANJEFF have my whole heart. I make Ikea puns in the... Trash watch happening here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 7 of 12 - The make-out montage was absolutely charming and very much American rom com style - interesting (and rare) to see in a BL (not to mention from OffGun. How far we have come since Puppy Honey?)

Meanwhile, another wonderful grandma in a BL!

Next week we do an actual harken back to Puppy Honey, so obviously I’m now enjoying this whole show way more than before. I think it helped that I watched it earlier in the week, when it wasn’t competing with any other BLs.

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 11 of 12 - Not gonna lie, I knew from you all that this was gonna be a rough ep. But I very clearly remember the penultimate Bad Buddy ep so I now have slightly more trust than others in GMMTV on this matter.

That said, this was a crap episode.

You can’t set Mork’s truth and character motivation reveal up like that and then have his lover choose to dismiss him in a way that diminishes not just both character's growth AND all of Mork's actions towards Day, but also our faith in every other character. It was a shitty narrative thing to do to us, and it was a shitty thing to do to Mork. And that doesn’t even take into account the forgiveness allotted by the story to Day’s unrepentant excuse for a mother. The doom should have been handled differently. The mom shoudl have leaned in even more evil and actively lied to split them apart.

I don't know if they can redeem this misstep in the final episode. But I'm interested to see them try. That said, this plot seem to be true to the book.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - A major trigger has landed. But also it’s clear who’s fault that incident was... and it’s not Him’s. So Blue's so-called-friend really is unhinged. This episode was a little bit more engaging than last week, but it’s only because stuff actually happened. I’m still not sure I enjoyed it.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 12fin - Despite the fact that I’ve been annoyed by the show the last couple of episodes, I’m still sad for it to end. It was a good reveal and First had the right response. Also a very sports way to end it. Sprite is a v clingy bf.

In brief?

A messy very Thai pulp sports romance that actually managed to involve sports in an identical twins trading-places plot. Basically Not Me meets HIStory 2 Crossing the Line (although vastly inferior to either) with an endearing main character and a good lead pair (poor things), both soapy and earnest without too much camp. It tried so hard but the plot, side couples, and extraneous characters let us down. Passable if not great. 7/10

Time the series (Thai Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - Eh. Whatever.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 22 of 24 - skipped this installment

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - Funny how quickly he retracted that confession and everyone called him out for doing it too soon (including me from a narrative beats perspective). It was a cute screw up - I see what your meta-arse is doing there, Japan. Also our Tokyo-boy’s serious reserved earnestness is extra adorable in the surrounded by Osaka enthusiasm context. His accidental flirting is that much more heart wrenching for our poor baby seme. And they ended this ep with honorific negotiations!! Be still my heart. I’m really adoring this show.

Your hyung romance super fan is back in the game!

Meanwhile the Osaka accent is beyond adorable.

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 6 of 8 - Japan what are you doing? I do love the not-sorta-ex from the past.

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 10fin - I loved all the young people in the hawker center supporting the campaign against the terrible mother. They make a good domestically sappy couple. But that is Taiwan's specialty.

In brief?

A sweet if aimless story about a writer and a chef finding love via noodles, fake dating, and family challenges. If it had a tighter script and a shorter run, more like a KBL this might’ve been quite special. But it didn’t and it lost me too many times. 6/10

I don’t like to be disappointed by Taiwan.

It's done: I Need to Catch up

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam so I assume it's on YouTube. I never even noticed. Anyone?

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - Is TRUST Entertainment bringing us the first ever Burmeses BL? I don't know if it's really the first, but @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch through.

It's Airing But...

[INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.

Beside You (Thai YouTube) - a 3 sp short that's supposed to have started but I can't find it.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Ends next week. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if safe.

Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) - horror, meh, tell me if it's worth my time?

In Case You Missed it

All my year-end round ups:

TOP 10 BL Trends of 2023

Top 10 BL Secondary Pairs of 2023

2023 BLs Best Trope Execution Awards! TOP 10

All the BLs Announced for 2023 that didn't happen

BL 2023's Best:

Back Hugs Thailand & Elsewhere

Cute Bits of Domesticity

Boys Feeding Boys

BOOP!

Best Cuddles

Heads in Laps

Touching Head Touches

Thailand Put His Head on Your Shoulder

Put Your Head on My Shoulder (not Thailand)

BEST KISSES (not Thailand)

BEST KISSES FROM THAILAND

Next Week Looks Like This

1/23 Happy Ending is a new high school set Strongberry 20 min short staring the actor who played Milk on Choco Milk Shake, so... YES PLEASE. I'm not sure where it will air but we all have our fingers crossed for Gaga or YT. Or both.

1/24 Love For Love's Sake (Korea Gaga & iQIYI)- based on the Manhwa ‘Love Supremacy Zone’ by Hwacha. A young man is dropped into a game based off a novel he loves. His mission is to make another player, YeoWoon happy. But then the game starts unfolding completely different from the novel.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Viva la BL grandma superiority! (Cooking Crush)

Cooking Crush casually givign us some lovely lesbians (as indeed did The Sign). GL makes for a lovely acessory BL, carry on.

Now GMMTV, give us the REVERSE.

I love this dork SO MUCH. (Pit Babe)

I love that Cherry Magic is doing this scene over. One of my favs from the original.

Yai is BEST BOY. MVP and most likely the winner for 2024's Namgoong award.

(Last week)

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Double fic day...

It Feels So Right (how can it be wrong?): Part 2

A/N: This mini series is SO FUN. Just a reminder this is the one where ghost!Elvis possesses Austin during the filming of Elvis (2022). If you need to get caught up, read Part 1 here. Enjoy this second installment!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex

Word count: ~2.5k

Elvis is nervous about how Austin will react when he finds out he used his body to go out with you, but what's done is done. And he has every intention of begging to let it happen again.

******

The next day at work, you deliver your coffees like you always do.

Elvis hasn't found a way to tell Austin what happened. Austin can tell something is going on, but he assumes it's just some weird ghost business and doesn't pry into why Elvis is acting strange.

But when you walk up to Austin, Elvis tries to catch his attention.

"Austin. Man, I-"

"Hey!" He looks at you and then looks around to make sure you're talking to him.

"Hi..."

"I brought you a coffee. You said you like two creams and two sugars, right?" Elvis puts his face in his hand. That's his coffee order. He's not even sure what Austin would want.

"Oh... umm..." You look at him and your smile falls. You thought something special happened last night, but maybe it was just another in a long line of one night stands for him.

"Anyway. Here." You hand him the coffee and then walk back to where you normally stand, waiting for someone else to tell you what to do. You take a deep breath and try to make sure you don't let the tears that are trying to gather fall down your face.

"Goddamnit." Elvis whispers under his breath. Austin turns to him.

"What the hell was that?"

"You really don't remember anything when I'm... in you... do you?"

"No. What did you do?!" Elvis sighs and tries to think of how he can explain what happened between you last night.

"Well..."

"Elvis. They're going to call for me on set soon. Start talking."

"We went out last night."

"We?!"

"Me and her. But she thinks it was you..."

"You just thought you'd borrow me for the evening?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but I really like her and it was... it was really great."

"Elvis, did you have sex with her in my body?" Elvis cringes and looks down at the floor.

"Mayyybeee..."

"Elvis! What the hell?!"

"I'm sorry! You said no and I just really like her..."

"If you'd asked again, I probably would've said yes."

"Wait? Really?"

"Yes. But you didn't ask-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise."

"We had sex?"

"... yes..."

"It was good?"

"Austin, it was incredible. She's amazing-"

"It's my turn."

"What?"

"I'm taking her out tonight. And you stay out. I wanted to ask her out, so I'm going to." Elvis stands there speechless. This is not what he expected. He expected anger or permission to continue. But this is something totally different. He did not expect competition. Austin takes a sip of the coffee you brought him and winces.

"Two creams and two sugars, dude? Have you never heard of a latte?"

Elvis rolls his eyes and Austin turns and walks towards you.

"Hey! I'm sorry I was awkward. Thank you for the coffee. What are you doing tonight?" You look up suddenly, a bright smile on your face.

"Oh, nothing! You wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, that'd be awesome. Can I pick you up around 7?"

"Yes!" He leans forward and kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear.

"I'll see you then." He walks out to the set and you blush. You try to focus on what you're supposed to be doing but the only thing in your head is the fact that you might actually be dating Austin Butler.

What you don't see is the smirk Austin shoots to Elvis. As he passes him to get to where he's going, he whispers.

"Game on, man."

******

That night, Austin shows up at your door dressed far more casually than the night before. Also, his hair is messier and he seems more confident.

"Hey, baby. You ready?" You nod. Apparently sleeping with you was an ego boost of some kind, but you're not exactly complaining. He seems to be more at home in himself and the confidence is hot.

For your date, he first takes you to a small restaurant he's found while he's been in town. It's a hole-in-the-wall type of place, but the food is amazing. Next, he takes you for cocktails at a local bar. It's small and intimate, but upscale nonetheless. After that, you find yourself back at his place on his couch.

This date somehow feels completely opposite of the one last night, but it's not bad, it's just different. He's just as sweet and thoughtful as he was the night before. He settles onto the couch next to you and throws his arm around you.

"You wanna watch something?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Anything you want, baby."

What you don't know about this date is that Elvis is there the whole time. He tries to stay quiet, but throughout the evening he finds himself giving tips to Austin about what you like and don't like. The competitive side of him is begging him to shut up, but he also wants to see you taken care of. Austin is doing his best to ignore him, though. He wants to earn your affection in his own right.

"Well. What's your favorite Elvis media?" You ask. Elvis laughs.

"Ha! She's still thinking about me." Austin looks at him and rolls his eyes. He wants to yell at him that she didn't know it was him, but he also doesn't want to appear crazy.

"That feels like work for me, baby. We can watch something if you want, though..."

"Oh, no! I'm sorry. I didn't even think of it that way. We can watch whatever you want."

"How about some music?"

"Yes! Even better." He stands up and walks over to a record player and starts flipping through albums.

"Most everything I have is oldies. Is that okay?" You smile. Elvis scoffs. Oldies.

"That's the music I grew up with."

"Alright then. Fleetwood Mac, Three Dog Night, America, or Elton John?"

"Oh, man. That might be the hardest question anyone's ever asked me." Austin looks at you softly. You really are something else. "America. I'm in a mood tonight."

"I love it." Austin smiles. Elvis wishes you'd asked for something a little more his style, but he respects that you like what you like. The greatest hits album plays and Austin sits down next to you on the couch again. He fidgets with your hair on your shoulder absentmindedly. You turn to face him and you feel the energy between you become charged with something. He leans in slowly and presses his lips to yours. His hand cups your cheek and he kisses you again softly. The next time he leans in, it's an open-mouth kiss and his tongue slides into your mouth passionately.

But something is different. You can't quite put your finger on what it is, but the way he's kissing you is slightly different from last night. As he kisses down your neck, you decide that maybe you're just remembering wrong. Besides, this is excellent. Why would you complain? He sucks lightly on a spot near your collarbone.

"I don't think she'll like that." Elvis is still standing next to the couch. He's trying not to watch but his curiosity gets the best of him. Austin wants to ask if he plans to stay the whole time, but he can't really do that without freaking you out.

You moan softly as Austin's hands go to your breasts and he lays you down on the couch, situating himself on top of you. He pulls your shirt off quickly and then takes his off and you're shocked that he's moving this quickly. Last night you had to practically force him to touch you and tonight he's already got you half naked. Maybe it's just because this isn't the first time you've been together. His lips are all over your body as he kisses and licks your chest.

Elvis scoffs.

"You're paying too much attention to her top. Move down." Austin is trying so hard not to hear what Elvis is saying, but it's really starting to drive him crazy.

"Give me just a second, baby." Austin stands up and walks over to the record player. As he does, he mouths to Elvis. "GO. AWAY."

"What? It's not like she can see me. Besides, it looks like you need the help." He turns the music up really loud and walks back over to the couch. You look at him a little strangely and he smiles.

"Sorry, I just... wanted it... loud..." Elvis cracks up laughing at Austin trying to cover for his weird behavior. Austin goes back to kissing you and slides your pants down and off. Elvis rolls his eyes and turns his back. He doesn't really want to watch you with another man. Austin looks at you naked on the couch and shakes his head.

"Goddamn, baby, you're gorgeous." You smile. That sounds like him. He settles between your thighs on the couch and lowers his mouth to your clit. Your back arches as he moves his tongue over and around your sensitive bud. He pushes two fingers into you and spreads them, stretching you out as he licks you. That's new, but it feels good, so you don't protest. You feel your orgasm building as he keeps working his mouth on you.

"Oh, God, Austin." You moan.

"She's about to cum. Don't stop." Elvis hollers over the music. He can tell even without looking. Austin has to use every ounce of his acting skills to keep it together and stay focused on you. But Elvis is right. Your hand goes to his hair as you shudder and pulse around his fingers, your orgasm washing over you like a curtain of intense pleasure. He pulls back and wipes his mouth with his hand.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" That's a slightly shocking difference from last night, but it's still hot, so you nod as he drops his pants and crawls on top of you. Elvis puts his face in his palm. He's wracking his brain for a way to get Austin to stop, but he can't think of anything. Instead, he stands faced away looking up at the ceiling while Austin pushes into you and begins to fuck you steadily.

"Yes! Yes!" You cry out breathlessly and Elvis hollers again.

"She's gonna cum again." Austin is so close to his own orgasm that he finally loses control.

"GODDAMNIT ELVIS DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS?!" He pulls out and sits up, looking at Elvis, who turns around slowly.

"You were doing just fine-"

"And yet you couldn't keep your mouth shut!" You look at Austin and over in the corner where he's looking. There's nothing there.

"Austin, what the hell-"

"I can see Elvis! Okay? I see him. He's here."

"You..."

"And sometimes he possesses me and does some of the movie. Last night, he thought he would take me for a joy ride and go out with you. That was him last night. Not me." Elvis looks between you to see how you'll respond to this information.

"Austin, I know you've worked really hard to get into this role..."

"No- I mean I have- but this is not that. I swear he's right over there." He gestures to Elvis in the corner who waves awkwardly, but you can't see him. That's when you realize that you're naked and grab your shirt to cover yourself.

"Tell her I've already seen her naked. She doesn't have to cover up for me." Austin rolls his eyes.

"Elvis says he's already seen you naked."

"Oh. Wait. He's really actually here?"

"Yep."

"And he takes over your body sometimes?"

"He does."

"And that was him last night and not you?!"

"Yes."

"Prove it." Elvis and Austin answer at the same time.

"What?"

"Prove it. What did you call me last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"You called me a specific pet name all night. What was it?"

"I don't know. Honey? I know he says honey a lot."

"Nope. Wrong. Let me talk to him." Austin stands up and pulls his pants back on. Then he looks over at Elvis.

"You heard the lady. Come on." Elvis nods slowly and then jumps. He opens his eyes in Austin's body. He sits down next to you on the couch and reaches his hand out to touch your cheek. He'll never get enough of the way your skin feels.

"Hey, doll." You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"It really is you."

"It's me. And I called you doll."

"That's why everything has been so different tonight."

"Yes, I've been trying to tell him-"

"Wait. You've been here the whole time. Were you watching us-"

"No! I swear I turned my back. You can ask Austin." You look at him suspiciously.

"Can I talk to Austin?"

"I'll have to jump out and then you won't be able to see or hear me."

"But he will. So he can tell me what you say. If he lies, just come back."

"Alright then. Can I kiss you first?" You nod and he leans in and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly a few times and then pulls back. Elvis pulls himself out of Austin and sits on the other side of you on the couch. Austin shakes his head and blinks.

"Do you remember what happens when he's possessing you?"

"I don't."

"That's why you were so weird about the coffee this morning."

"Yes! Also I drink a vanilla latte. Elvis drinks coffee."

"Wow." You sit for a second trying to absorb what just happened.

"So which one does she pick?" Elvis asks Austin tentatively.

"I don't know, man." He turns to you. "He wants to know which one of us you pick."

"Pick?"

"To date." Elvis nods to Austin, who nods back. "We both want to know."

"Why do I have to pick? What if I want you both?"

"You can't even see Elvis!"

"No, but I can when he possesses you. I want you both." You stand up and put your clothes on while the two men sit dumbfounded on the couch. Once you're dressed, you turn and face Austin on the couch. "Where is he?"

"He's here next to me on the couch."

"Alright then." You look where you think he is and then back at Austin. "Figure it out, boys. Make a schedule or something. But I want you both."

You lean down and kiss Austin on the cheek. Then you turn to the other side of the couch and blow a kiss to Elvis.

"I'll see you in the morning. Y'all have fun coming up with a plan for how this will work." You walk to the front door and slip out, closing it behind you.

Elvis and Austin look at each other and bust out laughing. When they stop, Austin sighs and Elvis clicks his tongue. Elvis speaks first.

"Man, she's somethin' else."

"You got that right."

"I guess we better figure it out."

"I guess so..."

******

Until Part 3

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Innocence Pt V

Innocence series masterpost

PREV | NEXT

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict teaches his new wife how to ride (not horses).

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, sex education, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, vaginal sex, woman on top, a smidge of food play.

Word Count: 3.2 k

Author’s Note: Sorry it's taken a while to get this next installment up. Thanks to @makaylan for the read through. I hope you enjoy <3

You wake up to a strange sensation. Something warm and soft on the swell of your bottom as you lay face down. It feels like… lips? …Kissing?

You blink open your eyes and crane your head over your shoulder. There is your new husband of fewer than twelve hours. And yes, indeed, he is kissing your bare bottom, the sheet pulled back around your calves, warmed by a fire already roaring in your martial bedroom.

“Benedict?” you call softly, your voice laden with sleep.

He stops his actions and tilts his head to look up at you, his hazy hooded eyes so beguiling.

“Good morning, wife,” his tone is husky and pitched low; it makes a tiny shiver run down your spine.

“What are you doing back there?” you question lightheartedly.

“I am enjoying my wife’s bottom. Does she have a problem with that?” he teases, his teeth snagging on your left buttock as he lightly slaps your other cheek.

You squeal and squirm on the mattress. “No,” you admit.

He chuckles, then pushes up onto all fours clambering over you until his lips capture yours, turning your body slightly to meet him.

“How do you feel today?” he asks, nuzzling your cheek.

“Mmm, wonderful,” you confess, twisting under him so you face up.

Today you do feel different. Like you are finally a woman. You are married now, and while you doubtlessly have many things to learn, you feel nothing but excitement and wonder about what else may come. It makes you feel emboldened, flirtatious, and ready to enjoy new adventures with this wondrous man who is now your husband.

He settles over you, and you moan slightly at the press of his hot rigid cock between your bare thighs.

“Are you ready to learn more things, or does the lady need breakfast first?” he inquires airily, planting kisses on your jaw.

The mere mention of the word breakfast has your stomach growling loudly, and he giggles at the sound. You barely had a chance to eat at the whirlwind that was your wedding reception; you were also a little too excited for your wedding night to bother.

“Well, I think we have our answer,” he sniggers. “Luckily, I asked my staff to return early this morning.”

“Can we have breakfast in bed, husband?” you ask; that newfound boldness reveals itself in asking for what you want, “together, naked?”

His eyes flash appreciatively, and his lopsided grin turns deadly. “I definitely married so very, very well,” he growls, echoing his sentiment from the previous night, reaching over to ring a bell on his bedside table.

He is back on you, kissing a hot line down your neck, when there is a brief knock on the door a few moments later.

“Come in,” Benedict calls out, barely lifting his lips from your collarbone.

You squeak as an older man appears in the doorway; he blanches at first, taken aback but quickly schools his face to one of passive indifference. You attempt to grab the sheet and cover yourself to preserve some modesty. Still, Benedict seems utterly unphased by the gentleman seeing him or, indeed, you, completely naked, entwined in bed together.

“Ahh, Mr Smith. Good morning. Please, can you bring breakfast here for myself and my delectable new wife? Something light but filling, toast perhaps?” he asks casually, twisting to look at the man.

“Certainly, sir, will that be all?” the polite voice rings out.

“Could you throw another log on the fire? I fear I did not set it up well earlier.”

The man bustles to the fireplace as Benedict’s lips close around your nipple.

“Benedict!” you admonish, your body flexing against him on instinct despite your consternation. “Your valet is right there!” you hiss through clenched teeth, nodding at the back of the man re-stoking the fire.

“Oh my love, we are newlyweds; I fully expect our staff to walk in on us fucking all over the house,” he drawls, running his nose over your pebbled nub, “as I suspect, do they. You should not feel ashamed.”

“But…” your protest dies as he surges up and catches your lips in a deep kiss, his fingers teasing that same damp nipple as he does so. You can't help the moan into his mouth as he does it.

“Yes darling, that's it,” he gloats, “in fact, I hope they will still be finding us doing this in forty years,” he smiles against your lips. “I plan to fuck you every day that I can,” he hums as you hear the door to the room click quietly closed with his valet’s departure.

“You are a menace,” you assert, lightly slapping his shoulder in rebuke.

“I’m your menace now, Mrs Bridgerton,” he teases, grabbing your hands and pushing them onto the pillow, glancing pointedly at your wedding rings, “and there is absolutely nothing you can do about that. You, I'm afraid, are stuck with me,” he chuckles, lips once again attacking your neck. You sigh in faux annoyance, settling into his sensual assault, your eyes closing from sheer pleasure.

A few moments later, as you are still exchanging endless sensuous kisses, there is a knock at the door, and Mr Smith re-enters with a tray of food under silver cloches.

“Excellent,” Benedict exclaims gleefully. “Please leave it on the ottoman at the end of the bed there, Smith.”

His valet does as bidden, and with a brief nod of “Sir, my Lady,” which makes your cheeks redden, he departs.

“Oh god, I’ll never get used to being the lady of the house,” you exclaim.

“You had better, my darling; all the staff will be looking to you for how you wish the house to be run,” Benedict laughs as he crawls down the bed and picks up a cloche.

“It's your house, Benedict,” you frown.

“Not anymore, my love,” he reminds, a warm hand encircling your ankle and tugging gently. “Now get down here and eat some of this food—I need you energised for what comes next.”

As elegantly as you can, you spin around and join Benedict at the foot of the bed. He pulls you flush to his body and feeds you a corner of deliciously buttered, still-warm toast.

“What comes next?” you ask brightly after you chew and swallow the bite.

“You, my darling, are going to learn to ride,” he smirks. “Me, that is.”

“Oh.. is it like riding a horse?” you ask, genuinely curious.

He snorts. “I hope you find it rather more pleasurable. And there is something to keep you mounted nice and squarely,” he leers, pressing his cock to your hip as you shake your head at his innuendo, even as a bemused smile tugs at your lips.

“Do I get a whip to keep you in line, just like a real jockey?” you quip in jest, again that new sense of being a wife and a woman making you say things you never thought you might.

His mouth falls open slightly, and his eyes have an appreciative gleam. “Oh darling, do you want there to be?” his voice dropping to a smokey rumble.

“Depends on if you are going to behave, my good stallion,” you murmur, loving the banter, raising an eyebrow as you take a triangle of toast for yourself.

“What happened to my innocent little thing?” he counters, a warm hand caressing your bottom, “and who is this delightful minx who replaced her?”

“You corrupted her with your wiles Mr Bridgerton,” you volley back, tossing your hair in a way you hope is coquettish. “A good teacher cannot complain when an eager pupil advances under tutelage.”

“I am a good teacher, am I?” he purrs, the hand stroking lazily over your lower spine.

“The very best,” your flattery sincere, “one day, this student wants to learn to talk as her teacher does. Such wonderful filthy things.”

“Well then, that can be your next lesson,” he suggests, nuzzling your hair.

“Excellent,” you enthuse. “Now, am I going to eat that jam there on toast… or from somewhere on your body, dear husband?” you tease, pointing to a pot of preserves.

He groans and grabs you. “You cannot say things like that,” rolling you on top of him, “and expect me to do anything but want to be inside you.”

“You are the one who said we needed to eat,” you giggle, reaching for another bit of toast and jamming it into his mouth rather inelegantly as you lay atop him, his warm skin delightful under your own, his cock persistent, branding against your belly.

He guffaws around the slice and rips it with his teeth, pushing some between your lips. “I can eat and be inside you at the same time, my love,” he utters in a sinful tone.

“Well, then do it,” you challenge, swallowing your bite of food.

He raises an eyebrow and shuffles under you, surging his hips upwards, his rigid cock sliding between your thighs. “I will,” he threatens playfully.

“Please do,” your whisper enchanted, licking an errant toast crumb from your lip.

“Oh, I was going to get that,” he pouts.

With a raised eyebrow, you reach for a spoonful of jam, and he watches as you smear some over your lips.

“Then come and get it, Mr Bridgerton,” you murmur, looking down into his rapidly dilating eyes.

“Oh, Mrs Bridgerton,” he rumbles, his lips chasing yours, his tongue lathing over your lips, sucking and gathering all the jam there, swirling its sweetness into your joined mouth as you kiss. Then you cry into his mouth as he effortlessly thrusts his hips, surging into your body. He feels just as he did last night, so huge and invasive. You stutter a breath as he just holds you there, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you again.

“Benedict…” you sigh, some of your bravado slipping away with the pure tide of sensation you feel being so viscerally invaded.

“Are you ready, my darling,” he questions, his voice velvet and decadent. “Try sitting up on me,” he adds, his hands grabbing yours to offer leverage.

With him still feeling heavy and so large inside, you slowly slide your knees on either side of his thighs, then draw them up so they are close to his waist, moaning as the sensation of being hunched over him changes the angle of his cock, a pull that is utterly delicious.

“Yes, that's it,” he encourages, “now pull up off me.”

You unfurl your body and sit upright; again, the tug of his cock inside feels almost painfully good, and your clit brushes over his public hair, the tickle so rousing.

“Oh wow,” you gasp, gyrating slightly to feel how good it feels to be speared onto his cock, but you have complete control over the motions.

“You like it, my love?” He knows the answer.

“You feel huge,” you answer honestly, and he groans at the compliment.

“Now try moving, my darling,” he urges. “Push up with your thighs and then sink back down,” he tutors, his hands guiding yours onto his torso as he moves to grasp your hips.

You push up and feel the drag of his cock along your walls, and it feels exhilarating. Then you sink back down, and your eyes go wide, and your lips fall open with a loud moan. It feels exquisite. Something about the angle and the way your swollen clit snags against his body as you rock down is so compelling and powerful.

“Oh my god,” you curl your fingers and scratch along his abs as you rotate your hips just a touch, “this is wondrous.”

He smiles a devastating grin, “I knew you would like it,” he preens. “Now giddyup my love, ride me,” he dares you, and something wild and fiery cracks open in your chest, a smouldering heat that burns. You want to ride his cock until you are both screaming.

Pushing up and sinking, you establish a steady rhythm that works for you, encouraged by his little noises and grip on your hips. He feels divine sliding in and out of you, just the ache you want to feel. Like last night, but somehow better, somehow familiar now. You experiment with pace, enjoying a lingering slow downstroke and a quicker snap-up.

“You are enjoying this, aren't you?” he murmurs, impressed.

“Yessss,” you chant, head thrown back and eyes closed now. His body feels searing between your thighs, under your fingertips and deep inside you.

You lean back a little and move your hands to his thighs, grasping the strong muscle there and open your eyes to look down at him, his mouth slack, his eyes laser focussed on you, on your face and darting down to your breasts as they jiggle with every drop. You lean further back and emit a huge groan as somehow you have found a spot that feels so good; little sparks go off in your head like fireworks. You start to move harder, faster, greedy, so greedy, for more.

“So… fucking… good,” you rasp a word with each downstroke as his fingers band tighter over your hipbones, your knees chafing the bedding, dropping without thought for anything but the feeling coiling tighter and tighter in your gut.

You grab one of his hands and press it to your breast, leaning forward into his hold and changing the angle of your hips, making circular motions, shuddering as he seems to nudge every spot inside as you grind down, selfishly stalking your pleasure.

“My wanton little wife, look at you,” his voice velvety, clever fingers tweaking your nipples as you groan loudly.

His body flexes delightfully under you as he reaches behind for the pot of jam, dipping his fingers in and reaching to paint a swirl over your breasts. Without breaking your rhythm, you place a firm hand on his chest and halt his hand. He frowns until you seize his jam-covered fingers and instead bring them to your mouth, lasciviously licking them clean as you rise and fall, lathing the warm, sweet, sticky pads of his fingers over your tongue in time with your movements. The noise he makes is inhuman, and you feel a surge of power through your body as he pushes up into you, desperate for more. You just smirk at him and press him harder into the mattress, allowing his hand to drop away from your mouth.

The power of this position, to have him so vulnerable under you, is a potent toxin, your thighs burning from the exertion, your blood simmering as you spider a hand up the now-damp centre line of his breastbone and grasp his chin between your thumb and fingers.

“Are you enjoying this, husband?” you tease breathily.

His response is a nod and low growl; you love how riled up he is. Shuffling your knees wider, you lean over him, the warmth of his belly rubbing yours as you keep fucking onto his cock, slower now, your lips ghosting over his, still holding his chin tight.

“Tell me in detail, darling,” with a triumphant arched eyebrow; you echo the words he used the first night he stole into your room.

Awe and surprise are written across his features, pupils blown wide, mouth opening a fraction.

“I am a good teacher,” he gusts out, and you just twist your mouth into a smirk, awaiting his answer. He licks his lips, and you feel the hot breath from it, his hands sliding over your bottom. “I want you to fuck me hard, wife,” he begins. “Ride me until your body is shaking and screaming. Make yourself come on my cock, milk me, darling,” that silken tone makes a shiver race down your spine and your cunt clench around him.

He grunts at your vice-like pulse, and the need to follow his advice vibrates your very being. You kiss him hungrily, moaning into his mouth as your tongues dance, your hand curling his jaw as you kiss over and over, still rocking gently on him, unable to stop. Sitting up again, grasping his hands in yours, lacing your fingers, you rise and fall in a new quick pattern, starting to pant and fuck yourself roughly. He moans through gritted teeth at your new onslaught.

One of his hands guides yours down your body to the apex of your thighs, where you are roughly fucking onto him. Without words, you know what he is suggesting, and when your joined fingers slide against your clit, you feel hurtling straight towards oblivion, wound so tight.

A strong pulse runs up your spine, causing you to buck hard over him. He surges up strongly into you, meeting you on your downward thrust, fucking himself so deep it feels like a new ache tugging a line inside, something making you mindless, crushing your fingers between your bodies as they furiously circle your throbbing clit.

“Don't stop,” he chants as you close your eyes and ride so fiercely the bed squeaks slightly. He groans loudly and stares up at you desperately, a bead of sweat forming on his brow that you ache to lick off.

Then with a scream that feels like it rips your lungs, you convulse around him, slumping deep, your thighs trembling, blood rushing in your ears, vibrations coursing through your body from a tingle in your scalp to spasms in your toes.

He calls your name and curses long and low as his fingers sink into the meat of your thighs, and as you flutter around him, you feel that same bloom inside, his warm release coating your walls.

You collapse on top of him, exertion and satisfaction making your muscles feel languid and weak. Your head rests on his collarbone as his hands release their grip and sweep gently over your back, mapping the notches of your spine as you recover with deep, ragged breaths.

“Well done, darling,” his voice sounds wrecked and scratchy, his thighs twitching under yours as little aftershocks spasm through your frame. You feel him soften inside your body but don't want to move, and he seems reluctant, too, his arms holding you down onto him in a tight embrace. “I don't want to leave your body,” he admits in a whisper, “that was too good.”

You chuckle, feeling a lightness spread through your body, a mellow fizz under your skin. “Mmmm, then don't, husband,” you buzz quietly. “Just stay inside me until we are ready to go again.”

He laughs softly into your hair, kissing your scalp. “That may be a while, my love,” he confides.

“I have all the time in the world, husband,” you smile, twisting to look at him, landing a kiss on his stubbly jaw.

“Hmm, that is very true,” he concurs, his eyes sparkling with tender mischief as he holds your gaze. “After all, this is only the morning of day one of our honeymoon. There are another nine to go; just imagine all the things we shall get up to,” he murmurs, his tone laced with sensual promise as his fingers trace up your back.

You can hardly wait.

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atrwriting · 1 year

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control — aemond x highborn!fem!reader

me @ 10:15am: posting smut

morning sluts! latest installment of control

as always, warnings: SMUT, choking, overstimulation, p in v penetration, light breeding kink, dub con because you cannot consent in this world, talk of domestic violence, moody aemond

minors fuck off

chapter eight

the hot water was enough to dull anyone’s aches and pains, even those of the heart, but apparently not a pain in the ass.

nope. aemond targaryen still insisted on annoying the shit out of you even in the most relaxing place you could think of.

in fact, to carry out his master plan to annoy you beyond belief, he got into the bath. with you. and sat across from you.

“i find you insufferable,” you mumbled, leaning your head against the tub.

“likewise,” he spat.

your gaze tried to focus on the ripples of the hot water you rested in, but the steam rising from it was making you hazy. sleepy. you didn’t feel safe across from an aemond who was as hot tempered as the water you sat in, so you tried your best to keep your wits and your husband at bay.

“what else would you like to know about me, husband?” you asked, eyeing him.

“how did my grandfather know you’re acquainted with weaponry?” he was quick.

you chewed the inside of your cheek, honestly contemplating his question. “your guess is as good as mine, my prince. he had asked if i ever held a sword, which i didn’t feign the truth to, but he knew before i had spoken of my experience with daggers that i preferred daggers. i highly doubt my father would’ve told your grandfather.”

he narrowed his eyes at you. “you fully expect me to believe that?”

you rolled your eyes. “i’d prefer to keep my jaw in its current place, aemond. it wouldn’t serve me to lie to you.”

he continued to stare at you, studying your face.

“it is beyond me why it matters anyway,” you sighed, sinking lower into the tub. you closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the tub. “women who can wield a sword don’t exactly prompt men to ask for their hand.”

“no,” he mused. “however, they prove to be very useful in a time of war.”

you rolled your eyes. “i beg to differ, husband. your grandfather asked cole to train me in private, and the both of you met us in private. no man wants to fight next to a woman.”

he hummed, letting his eyes drift to the flames roaring in the fireplace. “you’re my wife, princess, and i would gladly fight next to you.”

your eyes snapped to his face then. the orange flames cast delicious shadows all along his upper body not concealed by the bath water, accentuating his strong jawline. you liked the way he also chewed the inside of his cheek when he appeared to be thinking deeply, even if he was most likely thinking of ways to annoy you. if he wasn’t such an asshole, you would’ve asked if you could kiss his stupid, handsome face.

but you wouldn’t. he would have to earn a kiss.

suddenly, lost in your trance while staring at his face, he turned to face you. his eye held your gaze, as he spoke, “i regret hurting you today, princess.”

was that… his way of apologizing? you weren’t sure, but as you stared at your husband, who did not appear to be very close or affectionate with very many people… you decided it would aid you in the long run to take it as such.

“i am not as fragile as i look, my prince,” you stated with a slight smile on your face.

“no,” he sighed, both of his hands fell into the water to find one of your feet in the bath. in his strong hands, he molded the skin on the bottom of your soft foot between his finger tips. your feet were sore, and you didn’t want to admit it, but the light massage felt good. too good. this did not seem to be an advance of the prince, no. this was not sexual in nature. this was intimacy. pure intimacy. you almost objected, but you decided against it. it felt good to be cared for by your husband. relaxed, you glanced at your husband. he continued to appear to think deeply at the flames and massaging your sore muscles was something he was doing absentmindedly. “no, wife, you are not fragile.”

after food had been sent to your rooms and you concluded your bath, your husband and you found slumber soon after. the soft sheets and fluffy feathering of his bed was enough to make anyone forget qualms of the day. sleep washed over you, but not for long.

you awoke with a start, trying to catch your breath. a nightmare had turned your brain into mush and curled your insides around each other. you were red hot, but the room around you was freezing. your eyes flipped to the light embers of the fire and you went to tend to them.

you placed three logs, standing, into a triangle shape and ripped bark from other pieces of wood to use and kindling. you threw them on the embers, and blew three times. they slowly caught, and you hoped it would be enough to light the other three to keep your husband warm.

you crawled back into bed, to which your husband rolled over and wrapped an arm around your middle. you tried to still your breathing, but you were no match for someone as smart as aemond. with his face close to yours, he whispered, “is something troubling you?”

there was no sleep in his voice. you immediately grew worried. “my apologies for waking you, husband-“

“nonsense,” he stated. “while i’m concerned for your thrashing, you’re also quite warm. very convenient when the room is freezing.”

you chuckled. “i started the fire back up for you, husband.”

he hummed. “never met a woman who would sully her fingertips with coals. you’re convenient to have around when i’m too tired to call for a servant. will you be able to find sleep?”

you sighed. “i should be able to.”

“i know you’re lying,” he quipped. “what is the matter?”

“i have terrible nightmares,” you sighed.

“elaborate.” little to no affection in his voice.

you bit the inside of your cheek. “the ones i care about most were hurt, husband.”

he hesitated before he spoke, fumbling with the soft silk of your nightgown. “your family is safe. i made sure of it.”

“i am grateful,” you sighed, smiling. you let your finger tips lightly dance across his back. “maybe there are other things you could do this very moment to quell my anxiety.”

“i can’t have more men sent until the morning,” he stated plainly, completely missing your point. “the ones there should be-“

you scoffed. “i’m flirting with you, aemond.”

the prince blinked as realization hit him. since he had rolled over, you could feel his hard length, most likely due to the early morning hours, against your thigh. selfishly, you wanted to hike your skirts around your hips and ride him until the sun came up. the prince had other plans, though — ones he was eager to share.

“i would like to try something, my sweet,” he spoke. he slid to the lower half of the bed and raised himself above your legs. aemond stood on his knees, grasping the backs of your calves, and pushed your legs back so your ears were level with your ankles.

“oh…” you spoke, shifting in place and embarrassed.

“quiet, wife,” he responded softly. “you are so beautiful like this.”

aemond wasted no time in flattening his tongue and running it up the length of your sensitive lips. his tongue was wet and warm, and you needed him oh, so badly…

“sweet cunt for a sweet wife,” he mused before sliding his tongue into your hole.

you felt his tongue glide against your walls as you felt one of his thumbs draw circles on your clit. the muscles of the back of your thighs immediately tightened, straining against the prince’s hold. your strength was no match for his, though — and he counted on it.

“please, my prince,” you whimpered, squirming in his hold.

“please what, my sweet?” he spoke, raising an eyebrow at you from between your thighs. he licked another stripe up your slit. “princesses use their words.”

“you’re… you’re not…” you tried to find the words, but you were too embarrassed with your lack of experience. you wanted more. you needed more.

“you don’t like when i tease you, is that it?” he asked, sliding a finger inside of you. you slightly gasped, but kept your eyes locked on his. a smirk still played on his lips as he played with you. “but what if i like watching you squirm?”

“you’re cruel, husband,” you whined, shifting your hips uncomfortably.

“cruel?” he laughed in disbelief. “what’s cruel is how i had to watch you in the ring today with my hard cock straining against my pants for almost an hour. then to have a knife pressed to my throat, when all i wanted to do was fuck you into the ground? i’ll show you cruel, wife.”

his tongue showed you as little mercy as he did in the ring earlier that day. he had spread the lips to your cunt, exposing your clit fully, just so his hard tongue could flick against it. the sensitivity was overwhelming as he stuffed your cunt with two fingers, in and out, fast and hard. you were rolling your hips in his grasp before your head was thrown back against the pillow, completely succumbing to the touches of your husband.

and then suddenly, he stopped. like the cruel bastard he was.

“-nugh!” you groaned in a high pitched voice. “why did you stop-?”

“because i want you to beg for the chance to feel good because of me, wife,” his smirk leaked into his voice. “i want you to feel every bit of desperation i felt that made me spar with you today.”

“aemond, please, let me finish,” you all but cried, squeezing your eyes shut. “nothing feels better than your tongue, husband. please, please…”

“is that so?” he tittered as he flicked your clit with his thumb. “you follow every direction i give you, like a good little wife. i want to see what happens when i push your limits.”

you had little time to be confused as he immediately resumed his assault on the most tender parts of you. it did not take long for the string that aemond had strung so tightly to wind itself to the point of snapping. warmth and pleasure flooded your veins, and you collapsed against the bed. you were disoriented beyond any point prior, but aemond refused to stop. you began to shake from his fingers still fucking your oversensitive cunt.

“aemond,” you squeaked, voice breaking. “it’s so sensitive— i need your cock inside me—“

he smacked the thick flesh of your thigh and it made you jump. you glanced down at your husband, but he had left the inside of your thighs and climbed up to hover over you with each of his knees planted on either side of you. one hand remained playing with your clit before he grabbed your throat with his free hand.

“you’re going to give me another, my gorgeous wife,” he ordered. “do as i say.”

“aemond…” you lazily grasped at his hand around your neck, surprisingly loving the way it felt around you. your gaze melted on him as your lips parted in ecstasy. “i don’t know if i can…”

“your husband — your prince — is ordering you to cum on his fingers. are you going to disobey a command?” he bit.

you shook your head and bit your lip. “i want to please you, aemond. ahh — it’s so —“

the tender skin of your cunt was hot and puffy as aemond’s fingers rubbed delicious, mean circles on your swollen clit. every bit of blood had left your brain and went straight to the lower half of your body, but every bit of your agency went into aemond as he smirked down at you. he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“you want to be a good girl for me and give me another?” he asked softly. “are you going to give me what i want?”

“yes, please, husband!” you sobbed. “please let me be good for you!”

“seven fucking hells —“

aemond slammed your head down onto the pillow. your mouth fell open in a gasp, and he immediately took advantage of your parted lips. his tongue fell into your mouth and tangled with yours. you moaned into his mouth, shocked by how consumed with passion aemond had become in the situation. there were no hmms or other small noises that barely left his throat like they did throughout the day — aemond was groaning and grunting against your pretty lips, and it sent you painfully tumbling over the edge.

a sharp sob snapped from your throat, and you immediately grabbed onto the neckline of aemond’s nightwear to steady yourself. tears leaked from your eyes, down your face, and onto his hand still clasped around your throat. he held your tongue with his own as your body fell absolutely spent into his grasp.

the prince’s hand left your cunt and immediately began fisting his hardened length. his swollen lips began leaving hard kisses all over the side of your face as your gasped onto whatever part of him you were able to hold. you rasped, “husband, it hurts without you inside me. please, let me feel you…”

he groaned, against the side of your face. he pumped himself a few more times before he began to slid it up and down your sensitive folds. “the devil in each of the seven hells has no power like that sweet, cock-dumb voice of yours, my princess.”

he pushed into you, and you threw your head back once more. aemond kept his eyes on you as you fought to keep yours open and on him.

“soft as silk,” he spat, kissing you.

“better than fucking velvet—“ he groaned against the side of your face.

you knew you had him when he could only grunt against the side of your face. with each word of yours, his movements seemed to stutter. despite the fact that exhaustion was plaguing you, you couldn’t help but swell with pride at the thought that aemond was so close to finishing inside of you.

“oh my god, aemond — i love when you use my body like this…” you cried out. “please — don’t stop!”

“you like when i claim you like this, wife?” he seethed, thrusting his hips against yours. “conquering your body like i conquer every challenge i face? i can hear the wet sounds of your cunt echo throughout our room — and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

“only you, aemond,” you gasped, the pressure building in your lower abdomen once more. “never anyone but you, my prince.”

“fuck-!” he growled into your ear before you pulled on his mane. you were a whimpering mess underneath him and you hooked your legs around his lower back and pulled him into each thrust he started. you sucked and nipped at his neck, trying to feel as much of him as possible. “you devil woman. you’re going to empty me.”

you lightly giggled at that, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “do it. finish inside me, aemond.”

“you’d like that, wife?” he struggled to grunt out. “you want me to put a child in your womb?”

that set off something primal inside of you.

aemond had let go of your throat and place both hands by the side of your head. he leaned his forehead against yours as he slapped his hips in between your thighs. his muscles were stirring, signaling he was close, so, so close…

feeling brave, you grabbed both sides of his cheeks with one hand and rested your palm underneath his chin. with your ankles locked behind his back, you started pulling him into you, back and forth, more aggressively. aemond’s eye immediately went wide at the sudden change of your demeanor. it made you smile.

against his lips, you spoke, “spill your seed deep inside of me, my prince. i want the entire court to know that i’m yours.”

“fuck-!” he pressed his forehead against yours, his eye screwing shut. “give me an heir, my dear, i’ll give you both the world…”

your pleasure washed over you as aemond’s did. you were sensitive, so, so sensitive as you clutched into your husband for dear life. a strangled grasp left your lips as he let out a guttural groan against the skin at the base of your neck. you held each other as you both rocked yourselves through your orgasms, supporting the other.

“oh, my prince…” you moaned, engulfing him into a kiss.

aemond was spent, but that did not stop him from fucking his seed into you. he would not waste a drop as he forced it into every crevice inside of you, hoping to fill your womb. the sensation was too much for your body to handle as shivers went up and down your spine. little whimpers left your pretty lips as they prince whispered into your ear.

“you are mine, wife,” he breathed, kissing the side of your face. “mine to bed, mine to breed, mine to fight, and mine to adore. do you understand?”

you lazily giggled, rubbing his back. “are you only mine, husband?”

“despite how infuriating you are, i would not leave this bed if given the chance,” he mused, sleep appearing to consume him. “you madden me where you, and only you, consume my thoughts.”

you bit your lip in apprehension, but didn’t want aemond to notice. you began to rub the back of his head and pressed a kiss to his temple. “i’m yours if you are mine, husband.”

and with that, you both fell asleep.

lmk what u guys think :) -lex

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[ Star Trek : What If ] (ii-2) ID:081322a

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bluginkgo · 5 months

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Welcome to yet another Ginkgo rants installment. I am your host, and today's sh*t I'd like to touch on is the many different errors, X's and symbols that are seen throughout the show.

Spoilers, duh

This is actually just me shamelessly talking about something, someone smarter has already talked about. I've mentioned LoreDrone from YouTube before, and one of the best theories they've got is regarding all of the random symbols we see throughout the show. I'll quickly summarize the idea here tho.

The first question that would have to be answered is what does Error: 606 really mean? I'm not techy or sciency enough to give you a solid answer, but there is this idea.

Drones are programmed with OS strings, directly stated by Absolute Solver and mentioned throughout the rest of the show. LoreDrone used N as an example:

So, say someone or something (like Absolute Solver) wishes to upgrade N into a disassembly drone. One of the core strings must be removed in order to incorporate the Absolute Solver string. It is during this period of time that when the core string is missing, the worker drones have the Error: 606 message. The only time 606 number has been mentioned would be when the tape played at the beginning of episode 5, Home.

Alright, let's say the gang has been upgraded into disassembly drones. Error: 606 message disappears and they begin their new mission. Next question would be what do the X visors mean then? Once again, from the tape seen in Episode 5:

X means there is a faulty OS string and something isn't lining up in the AI core programming. But how can that be? All of our disassembly gang work just fine. The X only shows up when they're going on a murder spree.

Exactly! When the gang is on a murder spree, their functions are heightened, using all of their weapons and abilities that were given by the Absolute Solver. It is during this time that the Absolute Solver core string becomes agitated and is more likely to take over and corrupt the trio. In order to combat this, they have a CYN administration blocking the Absolute Solver string from fully corrupting them. So, for every time that the Absolute Solver string attempts to corrupt the disassembly drone, CYN administration kicks in and stops it. Looking more like this:

The admin program switches the OS string of the Absolute Solver to false and causes the X on the visor.

Diving in deeper LoreDrone dissected the entire hacking process that Uzi did in the same manner. She entered V's and N's memories in order to restore them. But the issue was that Doll showed up in the middle of all this, while Uzi was trying to update and reprogram the administration, causing this:

With the admin program string missing, Error: 606 pops on their visors. This is quickly followed by the Absolute Solver symbol.

As it sees the perfect moment to take possession of the disassembly drones. Thankfully, Uzi gives up the bug key and finishes writing the new admin program.

Returning N and V to their usual self.

Now, if you're crazy enough to make it through all of this. GO WATCH THE VIDEO NOW ^_^

youtube

They explain it way better than me, and their "chats" with N are so hilarious. Then come back and yell at me about your own thoughts. Cause I have not seen any other solid theory that explains all the errors and X's in the show.

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Bite Me (Taken Literally)

'What the fuck?'

Uzi had no filter, and never had. She forgot to install that update. But thank Robo-God she did.

Because she was dumbfounded.

She was the weird kid, the one who nobody liked; heck, she's pretty sure half her class doesn't even know she exists, let alone knows her name.

Which was why she was befuddled at a letter in her locker, asking her to visit a certain location.

Uzi had common sense, despite what many say. And so she used it. And deicided to always have her flight reflexes ready, no matter what happens.

Arriving, there was... nothing. Of note. It was just a regular cabin, much smaller than the ones in camp she's been wanting to visit.

She then heard... something. A noise would describe it, given she couldn't pinpoint it. And it came from a bed. Because of course there's a bed. Why wouldn't there be a bed?

Uzi slowly walked up the bed, thinking on what she'll find; maybe a dead Drone? A human? Heck, anything will do...

Pulling it back... to nothing. Just a bed.

"Huh. Maybe I am a bit paranoid..." she muttered to herself, and turned around to face the most horrific thing she's ever seen.

"JUMPSCARE." the thing wearing the skin ('Holy shit it's a human girl fused with a Disassembley Drone?!') announced, as it tackled Uzi on to the bed, arms pinned via weird tendrils.

The girl gazed down at her, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as two golden Xs shown amid the dark void of where eyes should be. "SMUG LAUGH. SLOW REACTION TIME THERE, BUDDY."

"Screw you!" Uzi attempted to kick the girl, but her legs were pinned down. The girl crawled on to her.

And without warning, bit her neck like a vampire.

Code flew past her eyes at a speed she couldn't understand, and then, it was gone. Leaving only Uzi and the girl.

"Who the hell are you?!" the self-proclaimed angsty teen demanded, with the Disassembley Drone/Human thing looking back. Being honest, she felt braver than she should be.

"MM. I AM THE SOLVER O-O-OF THE ABSOLUTE FABRIC. THE VESSEL IS TESSA. SHE WAS A GOOD FRIEND, UNTIL. WHIMSICAL SIGH. SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO SEE IT, BUT, WELL. HERE WE ARE."

"You killed a child?!" Uzi shook her head, looking at Tessa. "Okay, sure, yeah, but still, really?! ...Wait, you're the thing that was--hold on, what the heck did you inject me with?!"

Tessa only giggled, as the tendrils went from Uzi's arms and legs and allowed Uzi to move.

"YOU WILL SEE, SOON. EVIL, LAUGHTER."

And then, she was gone.

"What the fuck?"

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"Sheesh, who looked at you wrong today?" V commented later on, as Uzi sat on the ship's chair looking sullen.

"Bite me." Uzi shot back, doing her hardest to sketch the thing. She also did eleven different scans of her software and hardware, and even her circuitry, but couldn't find anything amiss.

"Rude." V leaned back in her chair, looking around. "Where's N?"

"You tell me." she had started to draw the thing's ribbon, next, being done with the head.

"Hunting, then. I feel sorry for the guy, doesn't know what he's missing."

"Missing what, having to listen to you?" Uzi had started to draw the Xs.

"Chatting with you."

The Worker Drone stopped. She blinked, looking at V. "Say what."

"Exactly! For a Worker Drone, anyways, you're actually interesting. Not every day that happens. Or ever."

Uzi replied by not replying, going back to drawing.

"What are you even doing?"

"Got attacked, drawing the attacker, if the court was still here that would be wonderful."

"Really? Court?"

"Hey, before you lot came we had a civilization; never saw it myself, but some of my Dad's friends talked about how one of them tried to win a divorce case. It was really boring, the way he told it, but I was a kid who had nothing better to so than look through the Internet, so I listened for the full three hours.

"What what did I get? A headache, someone's life story, and wishing we could have court again so I could disown my dad." Uzi finished her story with a loud sigh, opening her eyes.

V was looking at her with muted surprise. "...Got any other stories?"

"Wha--You're interested?"

"Hey, anything is better than sitting on my ass doing nothing. Speaking of, did you know that--?"

"--There is a setting that makes our bodies more human? Yes, I do, and I shudder to imagine what was going through their minds while making us."

She finally finished putting the last details on the sketch. "Okay, finally done. If you see this girl, tell I don't exist."

She presented the drawing to V, who blinked at it, and an emotion flew past her face. Then, it was gone, and V nodded. "Eh, fine. Anyways, stories, please."

"Ugh, fine. What do you want."

"Ever killed someone?"

"No, but I have committed several acts of violence against my classmates."

"Kinda hot." V said it with such a straight face Uzi had to pause. Then, what she said hit her.

"...I'm gonna... get some fresh air." Uzi started to get up and move towards the hatch, but a hand grabbed her arm.

"What, sick of lil' ol' me?"

Uzi just rolled her eyes (as best as she could, anyways) and left.

None saw the code flashing by V's visor, or how V's eyes softened looking at Uzi.

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Lunch time arrived, and Uzi sat by herself. Not solely because she was a loner (that was one half of the reason), but because she preferred it.

Unfortunately, a hand touched her shoulder, and Uzi felt her solitude ending.

"Heya, um..." of all the people, Uzi had Lizzy had the bottom of her list. "...Uzi, right?"

"...Yes...?" tread carefully, who knows what she wants...

"Oh, I was right then, good; hey, listen, could I borrow you for a sec? Cool, thanks!"

"Woah--hey, what the hell?!" Uzi was then dragged away, her not giving an answer but Lizzy answered for her.

Through the corridors the two walked and walked (or, in Uzi's case, dragged and dragged), when the two ended up in Lizzy's dorm (she thinks it is. She could have been dragged into an empty one). Her arm was let go of.

"So. Uzi. Gotta be honest, I like your style."

"...Sty...? What, my clothes?"

"Yes, your clothes!" Lizzy rolled her eyes, walking ahead of Uzi. "Love the goth look, by the way. Gives you an approachable look, and makes people wonder if you're actually a softie underneath that cold exterior."

"...Where is this going." Uzi was not annoyed, just short of patience. "Is this about prom? It's about prom, isn't it?"

"Duh! I could go the classic, popular girl look but, let's be honest, it gets stale. Soooooooo me and Doll were trying to find new ideas and, well, here you are!"

"...Okaaaaay... where is Doll, anyways?"

["Hey."]

Uzi near enough punched Doll in the face, only for the Russian Drone to catch it.

That time, Uzi did see the code flying past her visor, and was able to catch some of it:

'OVERRIDE_ACTIVE'

'CONTACT=TRUE: BYPASS DEFENSES'

"...Byyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee."

Uzi wisely sprinted away, taking her as fast as her little legs can carry her, which was into her room.

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She breathed a sigh of relief, and fell on to the lower end of her bed.

Then jumped further up, as the thing licked her face.

"You again?!"

"SAD LOOK. DID YOU, NOT MISS ME, UZI?" Tessa attempted to look sad, but failed due to the lack of motor functions. In better light, Uzi can see just how grafted the girl was on to the Worker Drone, and she held back on vomiting for the time being.

"Well, I can get answers! Just... first things first, what the hell is your relationship with my mom?!"

"AH, NORI. SHE WAS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HOSTS. SHE IS DEAD NOW, UNFORTUNATELY. BUT, REALLY, WHAT CAN YOU DO?" The AbsoluteSolver shrugged, looking less than sorry.

"...You motherfucker...!" Uzi felt angry, and rightfully so, but she held back due to the thing having the advantage, given its ability to make holograms.

"OOPSIE-DAISY."

This could not get worse.

"Heya, Uzi!"

IT CAN GET WORSE IT CAN GET WORSE IT CAN GET SO MUCH WORSE--

"Sorry about that, I was just fixing up a door! Heh, you know what they sa--" Khan cut himself off, looking at the scene in front of him: Uzi on her bed, with a fleshy-looking thing on top of her. "...U-Uzi--?"

"IT'S A PUPPY!" Uzi screamed out.

"...W-What?"

"...Y-Yeah! Turns out um, humans kinda... made up what they looked like, yeah! Sure they're... kinda weird looking, but they're adorable, in their own... creepy. Fleshy. Way. Er. Yeah!"

"...I see!" Khan believed her. Somehow. "Well, take care of them, Uzi!"

She waited until the door was closed, and let out a huge sigh of relief.

She glared at the Solver. "You're going to tell me everything I want to know. Got it?"

"AFFIRMATIVE SMILE."

"ALSO, WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT, ME BEING CUTE?"

"Screw off. Now, answer me. What the fuck did you inject me with?!"

"DO YOU LIKE IT? I MADE IT MYSELF."

"Can't answer that if you don't tell me what it even does!"

"AN ANTITHESIS TO YOUR SOLITUDE. AN ANSWER TO YOUR LONELINESS."

"I'm not lonely, excuse you! I have N!"

"EYE ROLL. SURE. IT OVERRIDES DRONES TO FEEL CARING TO YOU. I." Tessa looked sheepish, as weird as it sounds. "WENT EXCESSIVE BY ACCIDENT. CONSIDER IT AN APOLOGY FOR KILLING NORI."

"Pretty shit apology, not gonna lie." came the dry reply. Uzi got off the bed and stood up, looking at the corpse. "But why me?"

"..." silence only came from the thing.

"...I'm gonna leave. Come on, I'll take you for a walk or whatever it is they do."

"GET ZIP BOMBED."

As soon as Tessa said that, Uzi had a zip file open on how to care for a puppy.

...Ugh, she's in for it now, isn't she...?

#ryuusei's works #murder drones #md uzi #uzi doorman #tessa james elliot #murder drones tessa #md cyn #absolute solver #md lizzy #md doll

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One thing about me is that both in video games and real life, I struggle with inventory management. I want to carry everything.

I got a mod for skyrim to multiply the carry weight and it asks on installation what you want the multiplier to be. At first I thought I could maintain a reasonable inventory I just needed a little room, so I chose the lowest setting which I think was 2 or 3 times. I hit that almost immediately and adjusted it up to the next step, which was 10x. That lasted me about one play session and early into the next one I hit the cap again. So I changed it again to the highest setting, 100x, and had to start putting more points into stamina when I leveled up because each level would give me 1000 extra carry weight and it would hold me over for a few levels and I could still get the attributes I needed, but I did stay consistently close to the cap.

In addition to the carry weight multiplier, I also had a mod that adjusted the weight of many items to make them easier to manage. It made things like lockpicks and potion ingredients weightless, dragon bones and scales only weigh 1, and made most misc items and potions either very light or completely weightless. And I was STILL hitting the already ridiculously high cap.

I want to carry E V E R Y T H I N G.

In real life I like clothes with lots of pockets and big pockets. Which unfortunately lends itself to me building a pretty masculine wardrobe. But like, I love me some baggy cargo pants and jackets covered in pockets and hoodies with a single giant pocket on the front. I fucking love pockets. I want a cute femme outfit with lots of pockets.

But no matter how many pockets I have, I will fill them. It is inevitable. I need an infinite fucking inventory pocket dimension because there is not enough room on my body to carry everything I want to keep with me. Let alone things I may need to carry temporarily.

I went to a house party last night and my outfit had 10 pockets, all of which were full. Please allow me to list the contents:

My bigass keychain with 11 keys, 2 dead keyfobs for my non-functional car, a bottle opener that I never use, and 4 loyalty cards. 2 of which are for my current workplace, one from my last workplace in a different state, and one that I found on the ground outside of a bar one night.

My inhaler. It ain't easy being wheezy.

3 vapes. The one I had felt like it was about to die and when I went to buy a new one they had a 2/whatever deal.

My Swiss army knife. I've carried one at (almost) all times since I was like 12.

My bag of rocks, which contains 3 rose quartz and 1 tiger's eye.

My mask

A hairtie

My wireless earbuds

My wallet

My phone

A bottle of Jaegermeister

A bottle of gray goose

A bottle of water

A bottle of Dr. Pepper cream soda

3 prerolled joints

A lighter

A really cute pair of fingerless fishnet gloves that I love but didn't end up wearing bc they weren't a part of my costume

A receipt from work where I stopped to get a drink on the walk over to the party and I kept it bc it had coupons

$10 outside of my wallet because the thing I saw for the party said $10 at the door but I ended up slipping in the side door when some people came out to smoke 🤙so I put that $10 in the bands' collection bowl before I left

So yeah for most of the party I had some bottle or another in my hands because I just didn't have enough pocket space to carry it. I just kept thinking to myself "you are overencumbered and cannot run" and it pissed me off so bad. Like I wanted to grab some snacks on the way too and I was like ah shit where would I even put them. I need more pockets.

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year

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Good Neighbors

AN: This is the first in a series of smutlets I'm planning on writing set after the events of Night Moves. I have eight in total in my head but we'll see how many of them actually get written lol. Hope y'all enjoy 😘

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"Please, what are neighbors for?"

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?)

Words: 1,049

Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!Reader

Warnings: pwp, cursing, kissing, p in v, shower sex, neighbors with benefits (is that a thing?? idek)

AO3

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When you’d knocked on Santi’s door earlier, you’d done it only with the intention of asking him to help you (and you definitely hadn’t been thinking about the last time you’d invited him into your apartment). Your shower head had crapped out and the building maintenance guy was out on vacation until next week. You could not (would not) wait that long to shower again, so you’d decided to try your hand at changing it yourself. All of the YouTube tutorials had said it’d be easy—just unscrew the old shower head and screw the new one on. Simple as that, right?

Wrong.

As someone who lived alone, you’d felt it was important to have a basic collection of tools on hand, for cases such as this one. So, you’d taken out your pliers, like all the videos had said, and made your attempts to unscrew the old head.

It had barely even budged.

You’d tried for almost half an hour, your skin damp with sweat as you’d slumped against the tiled wall with a defeated sigh. As you considered your options, your thoughts immediately drifted to your neighbor; he was handy, right? (and if you maybe also got to watch him work in a tank top, that was just an added bonus).

Turned out he was, in fact, handy, installing your new shower head in less than fifteen minutes.

“Ugh, thank you, Santi. I don’t know how long this would’ve taken me without your help,” you sigh, running a hand through your sweat-soaked hair.

He smiles, waving you off. “Please, what are neighbors for?”

You smile back, leaning against the wall, the tile cooling your heated skin. “I really appreciate it. I owe you one.”

He hums, dark eyes taking in your disheveled appearance. “Wanna test it out?”

The question seems innocent enough, but the heat in his gaze tells you it’s anything but.

Shit, is this how it’s always gonna be with him?

You swallow thickly, skin heating again for a completely different reason. “Probably should, right?”

His smile widens, now looking more like a smirk, as he takes a step toward you, invading your personal space. He gives you every chance to tell him no, to push him away, hovering just within reach as his gaze holds yours. Your impatience wins out in the end, though, your fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt, as you pull him to you, his mouth crashing against yours.

You make quick work of each other’s clothes, stealing kisses and touches between each piece thrown onto the bathroom floor. When he presses you against the wall, the coolness of the tile against your skin makes you gasp into his mouth. He swallows it, pushing his tongue between your lips, hands smoothing down your sides toward your backside. When he makes it there, he squeezes, earning a moan from you as you tilt your hips forward, seeking his hardness. He chuckles, bending a little to slip his hands to the backs of your thighs before lifting you up. He grunts as you wrap your legs around his waist, grimacing a little as he presses you back against the wall.

“You okay, old man?” you tease, remembering then that his knees are shit.

He laughs, pressing his forehead against your chin as he shifts his hold of you slightly. “We can stop any time you want, hermosa.”

“Who said I wanted to stop?” you respond, leaning down to claim his lips again.

He smiles against your mouth, groaning when your nails scratch through his hair. “Wanna get the water then? My hands are a little full.”

You snort, reaching over to fumble with the knob. Cool water momentarily sprays out of the shower head before turning warm and you sigh in relief, grateful to have a working shower once again.

“Nice work, Garcia,” you say, fingers clenching in the curls at the base of his neck. “Your boss should give you a raise.”

He chuckles, rutting lazily against your slick center as steam fills the small room. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”

You hum when the tip of his cock drags against your clit, the friction heavenly as you tilt your hips, hoping he’ll just slip right inside. He teases you a few more times and you whine, all but begging him to fuck you. When he finally pushes in, you gasp, your head thudding against the tiled wall now slick with moisture.

He groans when he bottoms out, adjusting you a little in his hold as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. He fucks into you quickly, dragging his teeth across your collarbone. You moan, his touch stoking the fire inside you, burning beneath your skin. Your back slips a little against the damp wall as he continues to push you closer to the edge, his cock brushing that special spot as you cling to him.

When his legs start to shake, he adjusts your position again, pressing you more against the wall so his chest is flush with yours. He grinds his hips up into yours in short, hard thrusts, his public bone catching your clit with every move, dragging the most delicious moans from between your lips. You pull his face back up to yours as the tension builds in your core, panting into his mouth as he presses his forehead against yours.

You come with a gasp, fluttering around his cock as he continues to rut into you, chasing his own release. He finds it a moment later, coming with a choked groan, his jaw slack as the pleasure rushes through him. As you both come down, you run your fingers through his hair soothingly, the water from the spray still pelting against your sides.

“Can I wash your hair?” you ask softly, inhaling sharply when he slips out of you.

He chuckles, grunting a little as he sets your feet back onto the floor. “Why?”

You shrug, biting back a smile as you steer him beneath the warm spray. “We’re in a shower. Why not?”

He shuts his eyes as the water spills over him, a soft smile on his lips. “Only if I can return the favor.”

You hum, grabbing the bottle of shampoo on the rack behind him. “Deal.”

If you enjoyed this, please let me know! I appreciate every single reblog and/or comment. Thank you. 💖

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Tagging a couple additional people I thought may be interested since they liked the first fic and this is in the same universe. Please don't feel obligated to read if you don't want to though lol it's okay: @luciannadraven33 @stargazingcarol

PART 2

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia x you #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #santiago garcia smut #santiago pope garcia smut #my fic

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Yellow Varieties

Welcome to this the sixth entry in Cool Colours. Yellow is wonderful and represents rather a unique case in this series' exploration. To look at the word at first glance, you would be forgiven for thinking that our word yellow has no links to Latin whatsoever. You would be both right and wrong, however. There is a link and a rather neat and unusual one. The word yellow is more closely connected to German 'gelb'. But it doesn't look like that either, you say. So, here is a brief glimpse at this lovely colour name's history. It stems primarily from the early German word 'gelwaz', to which the Italian 'giallo' is also related. Both stem ultimately from the Proto-Indo-European (henceforth PIE) word 'ghel-' which meant 'to shine'. Now PIE, is now widely believed to have been an early, now extinct language, from which most European languages and Sanskrit were all born. Now, here comes the Latin link. Latin is also descended from PIE and its word for pale yellow, helvus, comes from the same parent stem as German 'gelb'. So, it is linked to the word, it is just a relative that evolved slightly differently. Also, if you read the Latin helvus, pronouncing the 'v' as a 'w' (as many argue it should be) the connection with our 'yellow' becomes clearer.

Our trip through the colour yellow does not stop there. I have three further Classical terms for yellow for you that bequeathed us words in English. Let us start with Latin.

Have you ever read that you should get more of the vitamin Riboflavin (B2) in your diet? Well, the 'flavin' part of the word comes from the Latin flavus, meaning 'yellow', often a golden or reddish shade of yellow. 'What's a vitamin got to do with 'yellow'?' ,you ask. Well, the flavins are a group of organic compounds, from which Riboflavin is derived, and their colour is, you've got it, YELLOW. They are very important to life. So green might be life, but it appears yellow is, too.

Could your hair be described as 'fulvous'? No, it does not mean it is voluminous (full-vous, get it? Never mind). Again, this rather old-fashioned and probably forgotten word comes from another Latin word for 'yellow', this time fulvus, which denotes a brownish, tawny yellow. It was often used to describe lions.

Lastly, can I ask you if your daffodils betray a xanthic hue? So, we head over to the ancient Greeks for our penultimate yellow word of today. The Greek word ξανθος (xanthos) could denote hair that was blonde or even auburn, so again it can denote a reddish gold.

Crocus is our final shade today. Now, we see crocuses that are pink, blue, and yellow, but Greek word (κροκος) originally referred to the saffron plant, which yields a famous rich yellow colouring. There is even rather a sweet instance of it being used in a Greek text to describe the colour of egg-yolks.

The bright, cheerful colour yellow therefore, not only has a great etymological (i.e. word family) history, but it also has many different variations in Classical terms. EGG-sellent! Okay, there's a reason I'm a classicist not a comedian. I hope you enjoyed this instalment. See you on the next one.

#yellow #proto indo european #gelb #riboflavin #flavins #xanthic #xanthos #tawny #auburn #fulvous #golden #crocus #saffron #words #derivatives #latin language #ancient greek #etymology #word families

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This Week in BL - The Sign is Slaying

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Happy new year, BLabies!

Jan 2024 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 8 of 12 - Tharn in Phaya’s too big clothing is the cutest thing in the world.

I gotta to say something about Babe's acting really quickly. I love the way he’s inhabiting the personality of his naga character with reptilian eye and body movements and (I don’t know how to put this) a certain reserved, elegant, slithering- ness. He's very good this new boy of ours. (He come from something physical like dance?)

I adored them doing the walk of shame and being teased.

ALSO I enjoyed the way they handled Tharn’s gender in the past with his costume (the pha chung hang is gender neutral but that green top is a kinda combo m+f) and pronouns et al.

Language corner:

They are using ancient pronouns. I *think* I heard: daow (3rd), khun/jao/tan (2nd), kaa (Ist) - all pronouns in use are gender neutral - to the best of my understanding.

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 10 of 12 - Ooo. Day comes out to fam. Also his maa legit took his phone away and said

“I don’t mind you being gay but you can’t date a poor.”

Still, these 2 do kind of make the best secret boyfriends ever.

Also I begin to love Night: “that’s my baby” indeed. You special ain’t ya?

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - I’m starting to find this pretty boring at this juncture. Bummer, because for a while I was enjoying it.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 11 of 12 - The stuff with the spy on the team is super boring. I’m not wild about the side characters either. So most of this episode was a bust for me. I did like First’s ex.

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 9 of 14 - Charlie & Babe = honeymoon phase. Jeff & Kim = forgotten. Pete & Way = riddles wrapped in alphas but actually enigmas. Everyone else = gang bang phase…. Apparently. Trash watch happening here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 6 of 12 - Loved that this was a mutual kiss. (Also how comfortable are OffGunn kissing now? Babies!) I’ve moved from indifference to absolute loathing of the side couple tho.

Oddball LIES from the script = the gayest bridge in Bangkok isn’t lit up after 9pm.

Meanwhile, very important kicky kicky feet and Doc is a dork about flirting now that he’s all in. Looks like we get the official boyfriend ep next week.

You and My Stars YT 2of 2(?) - Couldn’t find it. Not fussed.

Time the series (Thai Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Okay so there’s a gang and someone named Chris is killed and his boyfriend, actor Foam, is jumped back in time to save him? NO SINGING. Between Chris’s death and that time-slip there’s some kind of accidental murder, a pink pocket watch, Chris being alive again but also a different person, and a make out scene. Are you also confused? Actually, the real question is: Do we continue watching? Remember we (the collective BLorg) do not trust MFlow.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 21 of 24 - The acting has been pretty terrible all along with this series, but this one is the worst. I just can’t. I may tune in for the last installment but this one is a DNF for me.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - It’s utterly adorable. Very manga, but so far not grating on my nerves. They so cute! You know I adore a hyung romance. Add a v gay sauna scene and an OUT gay boy and just... YES. All the married breeder regulars being overly invested in their pretty cook’s queer drama queening, it's so good.

AND THEN a confession in the first episode? Japan sure loves to mess with the pacing of plots drops.

Also, how much do I want to eat every single piece of food in this darn show?

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - Man I wish this were better I enjoyed this more. Sigh. I do LOVE the stepbrother sides. Of course I do. But how can this feature 2 of my favorite relationship types (age gap, stepbrothers) and not be my favorite BL airing? Japan, how do you ALWAYS do this to me?

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - I don’t know. I just wish this were better. Also shorter.

I really miss KBL right now.

It's done I Need to Catch up

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have a spare day.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Veitnam so I assume it's on YouTube. I never even noticed. Anyone?

After Sundown - aired on Netflix Thailand. No word on inter release.

It's Airing But...

[INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.

Night Dream (Sat YT) 6 eps - It’s a pain to track down and I really didn’t like the first episode so… DNF

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if safe.

Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) - horror, meh, tell me if it's worth my time?