#I think as sincerely as I can about anything

[madamechrissy]

Losing Control Now - part four preview

Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader

Warnings- just suggestive in this, but the story is NSFW, reader and Gojo are on their date hehe. After like over a month and a half (sorryyy) of no thoughts on this, it finally came to me today, so expect the update this week! <3

The wind is gently blowing your hair around your face, the soft light of the setting sun casting pinks and golds across your skin, and for a moment his breath catches, seeing your tired eyes light up, your pretty smile. It makes any and everything he’d have to do to protect you worth it, your giggle as you lean forward, a hand brushing across his thigh now, making him ache for you.

“This is beautiful, Satoru. Thank you so much for this.” Your lips press on his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, the salty sea spray mingling in the air with your perfume, heady and intoxicating.

He swallows a bit, arm wrapping around you now as the two of you sit at the table, food plated by the best chefs he could hire, on his own damn boat he bought for a date, but all you can focus on is him. In his pretty blue eyes, and the way the sun is casting shadows from behind him, illuminating his tall figure when he leans low, brushing a thumb across your cheek.

It’s warmed from the sun, but soon hot under his touch, his bright blue gaze that makes your heart pound. “It’s all worth it.” He murmurs quietly, he knows you don’t grasp his meaning fully, but you kiss him softly, drinking in his sighs, while his touch drifts to the small of your back.

Anything is worth your presence.

“This food looks amazing but I doubt I can pronounce it. It’s insane.” You say softly, eyeing the plates then, and he tries to hold back just lifting you on it, swiping every fancy dish across the wood planks beneath you, and eating you instead.

He doubts that will wait much longer, not with the glimpses of thigh from your high cut dress, not with the way that necklace is dangling precariously against your collarbone that he wants to litter with bites. He takes a breath, putting on an easy smile then. “I don’t either, I just asked for super fancy shit.”

You giggle at it, his sincerity, and he grins so boyish and charming, it melts your fucking heart. “I feel like you can’t be real, and it scares me.”

“Not real?” He frowns a bit, while you take a nibble of one of the perfectly set dishes, sighing as it hits your taste buds, nodding a bit. “What’s that mean?”

“Too good for me? More than I deserve? Too amazing-”

“The fuck?” He glares at you, gripping your chin now, snowy lashes lowering as you sit there, fork clattering from your hand.

“Sorry I-”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You fucking deserve everything. Okay?” You blink back emotions, words that shouldn’t spill yet but threaten to, taking a shaky breath and nodding.

“I’m just so tired, Satoru. I’m sorry.” He relaxes his grip, long elegant fingers dancing along your jaw, sighing now as the boat gently dashes through the water beneath you two, and for a moment he’d like it to carry you both away. Far the fuck away. “Thank you for everything, for every moment with me.”

“Don’t thank me for it, right now all I can think of is-” Your phone starts going off then, lighting up at the table, he frowns over at the name as you sigh, ignoring the call. “Your mom?”

“She’ll stop after a few, it’s for money.” You’re so used to this, it infuriates Satoru then, the next call he answers, before you can stop him, covering your mouth in shock, eyes wide as he casually answers.

“Your daughter is on a date, Mom. She can’t give you any money I’m afraid,” you hear her yelling and panicking, but he just sips on a glass of wine, winking at you, as if to tell you he’s got it. “I’ll make a deal, leave her alone all day and night, and I’ll give you some instead.”

“Don’t do that!” Your whisper is brushed off, as he smirks, and you can’t hear her voice anymore.

“Your daughter deserves a day where she’s not carrying all your fucking burdens, mmkay? Great, I’ll send that over tomorrow, meet you soon I’m sure.” He hangs up now, eyeing your shocked face with a shrug. “She’ll leave you alone for a bit.”

“You can’t just pay everyone to leave me alone, this is my mess, it’s-”

“It’s not your mess. You got stuck with hers. And baby Imma fix it all, okay?” He cups your face with both hands, and you’re ended, any resolve, or waiting for the right time, it all falls from your brain, replaced with one thing instead-

You need him.

You need him in every way.

You slam your lips on his then, hot and desperate, he exhales and drags your body against him, until he’s picked you up, sliding plates over and stepping between your thighs, feeling the heat of your needy cunt even over the layers of his pants and the dress he’s slipping up. You cry out against him when he bites the lower lip, the one you’ve bitten to hell, the pain sharp and sweet, soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

“I need you, Satoru,” you whisper now, eyeing him with a dilated, lidded gaze, your little hands grabbing at his dress shirt, feeling the hammering of his heart against your palm. “Please.”

Who was he to deny you anything?

I'm so excited to get back to this oneee I can't wait

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[lurkingshan]

A Brief History of Queer Representation in Modern Kdrama

Earlier this week, totally unrelated to Heesu in Class 2, @twig-tea and I were making a list of kdramas with proper queer representation, because Twig loves to track queer things and I love to make highly specific lists. In light of all the discussion around Heesu and its appeal to a mainstream kdrama audience, we thought it would be helpful to share as context for what Heesu’s creators set out to do, how it compares to Love in the Big City and its goals, and why both shows are so significant for those who are not as familiar with this media landscape. We wrote the below together (strap in, folks, it's a long one).

As always, let us be clear what we are talking about with this list. We’re only looking at modern mainstream kdrama, so this list is not inclusive of Korean queer cinema or QL dramas, both of which have a rich history of their own. And when we say queer representation, we mean canonically queer characters that are acknowledged as such in the text of the show, if not by saying the words, at least by openly acknowledging same sex attraction. If there’s anything we know about queer people on the internet, it’s that our community can read gay subtext into anything, but that’s not what we’re doing here. For this list we are only interested in depictions of LGBTQ+ people that are clear and spelled out for anyone watching a show.  In addition, for the purposes of this list we are talking about intentional inclusion of queer characters with a proper role in the story, not nominal nods to queer people existing (like every Hong Seok Cheon cameo in a drama), comedic gender bending without real reckoning with sexuality (ala The King’s Affection), use of queer people as the butt of a joke (glaring at you Vincenzo), queerness in psychosexual dreams to titillate and generate buzz (hiiiii Friendly Rivalry), or subtextual gay tension between two same sex actors who happen to have chemistry (waves hello to The Devil Judge). The point of this exercise is to chart the evolution of significant queer representation in kdrama—both good and bad—not to document every gay character that ever appeared for two seconds on screen. That said, while Shan has watched several hundred kdramas and Twig has tried to watch everything gay on the planet, it’s possible we missed something that should be here, so let us know if you think we did (though please do mind the criteria and don’t send us an impassioned essay about why Beyond Evil should count). 

With that, let’s begin our walk through of the last two decades of queer characters in kdrama. 

Coffee Prince (2007) 

Among the most famous dramas on this list, Coffee Prince kicked off queer rep in modern kdrama with a classic gender bender in which Go Eun Chan, a girl, pretends to be a boy for Reasons. But what made it stand out is that her love interest falls for her while he still thinks she’s a man and has a whole sexual identity crisis and bisexual coming out process. Choi Han Gyul (and Gong Yoo), you will always be famous! This show was sincerely groundbreaking, not only for depicting a male romance lead struggling with his sexuality, but also including lots of gender fuckery for the female lead. It’s still one of the most significant queer kdramas ever made.

Life is Beautiful (2010) 

This show is notable for how high it set the bar and how nothing has reached it since. Yang Tae Sub is our central character in this 63-hour ensemble family drama, and his arcs struggling with the closet, falling in love, coming out, commitment, and marriage (yes: marriage! In 2010!), are surprisingly realistic and touching without being too cliche. Kyung Soo and Tae Sub start as a casual hookup, and they have to recalibrate as their feelings change (and yes, they kiss on screen and the show is clear that they have sex throughout the series). They fight, they make up, and as their relationship deepens they have other problems in their lives they support one another through—their gayness is not the only or even the most interesting thing about them. It’s also notable that both of these actors (Song Chang Eui and Lee Sang Woo) were established kdrama stars before taking these roles. 

Secret Garden (2010)

This het romance features a side character (played by our beloved Lee Jong Suk) who is a young musical prodigy pursued for his talents by the second lead, a senior musician. Over the course of the story we learn that he’s gay and harboring feelings for his would-be mentor. His plot is minor, but he ends the story happy and successful in his career, if not in a relationship. It’s small scale representation in the grand scheme of things, but one of only a handful of decent depictions of a gay person in kdrama at that point.

Reply 1997 (2012) 

This wildly popular drama (at the time, it was one of the highest rated cable dramas in history) that spawned two follow-up iterations features a gay character, Joon Hee, who is in love with his long time best friend, Yoon Jae, and confides his feelings to their other best friend, Shi Won. Of course, this show is ultimately Yoon Jae and Shi Won’s love story, so Joon Hee does not get his happy romance ending, but his friends and the show treat him with kindness and compassion, and his character was well received by audiences. 

Reply 1994 (2013)

Similar to its predecessor, this drama featured a side character with a gay subplot, but this time it was more about questioning his identity. Bingguere is a character whose arc is all about his confusion and indecision, and that extended to his sexuality when he struggled to understand his attraction to the male lead. Ultimately, he moves past those feelings and we learn his partner in the future is a woman, and the drama doesn’t really clarify where his sexuality landed. It’s kind of weak in terms of explicit queer rep, but showing a man grappling with his sexuality in a very popular family drama still feels significant.

Seonam Girls High School Investigations (2014) 

While most of their content is limited to two episodes of this 14-episode high school drama, Eun Bin and Soo Yeon have, to our knowledge, the first lesbian kiss on Korean television, which earns them a place on this list. They are an established couple struggling with how their relationship is a risk for them (because it can be and is used against them). Their relationship doesn’t survive to the end of the series, but they are treated with compassion and their humanity is underscored by the narrative. They also spark an important conversation among the main characters about whether they should be helped because they’re gay, which was a little better intentioned than it was executed, but the show had the spirit. 

Perseverance Goo Hae Ra (2015)

In a show about aspiring musicians forming a group to take a second shot at stardom, Jang Goon (portrayed by solo idol Park Kwang Seon) is one of the core group members with a heartwarming arc about acceptance. His story is about his father coming to terms with him being an idol and being gay. He has a one-sided confession scene that is decently done, and the scene where his father accepts him knowing the truth (after having been outed against his will) is genuinely moving. It was also touching to see the girl who originally crushed on him support him once she found out about his sexuality. 

Hogu’s Love (2015) 

This drama was considered progressive for its time, as its core plot is about Hogu, a man who decides to support his first love when he finds out she is pregnant with someone else’s child. In addition to that, side character Kang Chul has an arc where he experiences attraction to Hogu and tries to sort out his feelings, considering whether he identifies as gay before ultimately deciding he does not. It’s not the best rep we’ve ever seen, but it was part of an interesting attempt by a drama to explore complicated social and identity issues.

The Lover (2015)

Lee Jun Jae and Takuya (played by Lee Jae Joon who was also in the gay film Night Flight (2014) and Takuya of jpop group CROSS GENE) are roommates in this series about four couples in an apartment building. Their story starts as a comedy, in which Jun Jae and Takuya end up in ship moments that are played off by the narrative as jokes and misunderstandings, but then they catch feelings for real. We see one of the characters struggle with his queer awakening and there is a happy ending. Using the actors’ real names was a choice, and led to some seriously disruptive RPF shipping; but it was refreshing to have an active idol not only play gay but in a romance with a happy ending. 

Prison Playbook (2017)

Another ensemble show with a queer side character; Loony, one of the main character Je Hyuk’s cell mates, is notable for his queerness not being used as a joke and not being the core of the character’s arc. Instead, this character struggles with addiction and how that affects his relationship, which is only incidentally gay. His story is moving and well developed, especially considering the size of this cast, but it doesn’t get a ton of screen time.

Romance is a Bonus Book (2019)

The queer rep in this drama is minor but overall positive, as we learn that the male lead Eun Ho’s ex-girlfriend, who he is still friendly with, ended their relationship because she fell in love with a woman. The show presents her as a lovely person who helps the female lead several times and is happy in her lesbian relationship, and we even get to see her with her partner briefly. A small win for sapphic representation in a very popular Netflix drama.

Moment at Eighteen (2019)

Jung Oh Je (RIP Moonbin) is a side character friend of the main lead. His sexuality becomes part of the plot when he is confessed to by a friend of the female lead, and he admits that he has a crush on the second male lead (Ma Hwi Young). While the characters in the show are mixed in their response, it’s clear the story is on the side of treating Oh Je with compassion. 

Be Melodramatic (2019) 

This is an ensemble show centered on a group of friends who move in together to support a grieving young woman, Lee Eun Jung, and one of the housemates is her younger brother Lee Hyo Bong, a gay musician with a long-term partner. He is a side character and his most significant plot is about supporting his sister, with his sexuality and relationship part of his characterization rather than an active story thread. It’s a positive depiction and the way his sexuality is presented as just part of who he is felt significant at the time. 

Love with Flaws (2019) 

Joo Won Suk (RIP Cha in Ha) is one of the FL’s older brothers, and while not the focus of the drama he gets his own fully developed arc, including the mentorship of queer side character Choi Ho Dol. The queer rep in this show covers suicidality, the loneliness of the closet, bullying, solidarity, and fear of parental shame. That makes it sound depressing, but it’s a hopeful story about the character moving out of depression and into self-acceptance, has one of the best scenes depicting gay acceptance from a father in any show, and both Won Suk and Ho Dol have a happy ending (including for their romance). 

Itaewon Class (2020)

The first drama on this list to feature a transgender character, Itaewon Class is about a group of social misfits trying to launch a restaurant on a trendy street in Itaewon. Ma Hyun Yi, a transgender woman saving money for her gender affirming surgery, is among the gang. Her story is not a big focus for the drama, but she gets a nice arc about coming into herself and gaining recognition for her talents as a chef, and the other characters always respect her identity. It’s pretty solid representation for a side character.

Sweet Munchies (2020)

This drama tries to tackle the problems of homophobia and appropriating queerness but misses the mark on both. The queer character in this show, Kang Tae Wan, is here to function as a driving force and conscience for the main male lead and female lead; he’s essentially the second lead but never had a chance (though he didn’t know it, since the main lead is pretending to be gay for clout). Tae Wan is a good character, but the narrative doesn’t care much about him or about queer people in general, it’s focused on how heterosexuals experience queerness. Not exactly amazing queer representation, whatever its intentions.

Run On (2020) 

This drama features both a gay character and an asexual character, both of whom are written respectfully and get proper coming out scenes. There is also some messiness around one of the main characters appropriating queer identity as a way to avoid the pressures of her patriarchy, and the drama knows she’s wrong for that. This was one of the first instances of a kdrama acknowledging queer people as a regular part of the world around us and not singular oddities, and it was nice to see multiple facets of queer representation in one show.

Mr. Queen (2020)

This gender bender retains its place on the list because the main character (a man who awakens in the body of a Queen during the Joseon dynasty) openly struggles with his gender dysphoria as well as what it means that he’s attracted to a man, and these struggles are present for the bulk of the show. The character also has sex with both men and women while in that body. It’s one of the better representations of gender swap and feels queer, even when the relationship on screen has the guise of heterosexuality. 

Mine (2021)

In this drama about ambitious women married to powerful men who struggle to break free from their constraints, one of the main characters reunites with her first love—another woman. The drama follows Jung Seo Hyun as she struggles to acquire the power she needs to live as she wants, and she ultimately achieves her goal, reuniting with her lover at the story’s end. It’s the first kdrama with a lesbian character in a major role who gets her happy romance ending. 

Move to Heaven (2021)

Despite only being featured in episode 5, this was a good story that garnered a lot of attention in a popular Netflix drama, so for cultural impact reasons alone it belongs on this list. We start the episode with Jung Soo Hyun’s death, but this is a show about finding closure after death, so for once this death doesn’t feel like bury your gays. This is a compassionate tragedy in which we see how fear held Soo Hyun back from his relationship with Ian Park while he was alive, but his belongings at death indicate he was getting ready to face his fear and move to the US to marry Ian after all. Through the main characters of the show, Ian gets the closure of knowing Soo Hyun loved him. 

Nevertheless (2021) 

Yoon Sol and Seo Ji Wan have a typical plot for side characters (they’re in the female lead’s friend group) with a friends-to-lovers arc that depicts the fear and frustration when both friends are closeted and uncertain about risking the friendship but reach the point where they can’t pretend anymore. Since they’re both women, this felt pretty radical. They got a good romantic arc and a happy ending, if not a lot of screen time.

Under the Queen’s Umbrella (2022)

In this sageuk, the fourth prince is living a double life, hiding away makeup and women’s clothing that they wear in secret. The character is depicted as trans, but given the setting, explicit language and modern terminology (including altered pronouns) are not used in this side plot. When the prince’s mother finds out, she supports her child to have an artist paint a portrait of their true self, and ultimately, the prince leaves the royal family to go live a more authentic life in isolation in a bittersweet resolution. 

A Time Called You (2023)

The queer rep in this drama comes in the form of a brief backstory montage for two gay characters, one of whom (Yeon Jun) is in a coma. We learn that he ended up in this state after getting into a car accident while in the process of confessing to the guy he mutually liked (Tae Ha), who was killed in the accident. From there, Yeon Jun’s body is taken over by a heterosexual character (it’s a whole time loop thing). This entry is mostly notable for featuring a high profile cameo from Rowoon playing Tae Ha, and unfortunately, for being a fairly textbook example of the bury your gays trope. In 2023!

Wedding Impossible (2024) 

This disaster of a drama purported to finally feature a gay character in a prominent role that drove the narrative—in a story about Do Han pretending to marry his longtime friend to avoid being forced to marry another woman—but Do Han ended up a minor side character in his own story when the show chose to focus nearly all its attention on his brother’s het romance. Worse, the other characters treated him terribly and the story blamed every problem on his sexuality. This show was straight up homophobic and it was a significant regression for queer depictions in mainstream Korean media. 

Bitter Sweet Hell (2024)

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Choi Doi Hyun (played by Park Jae Chan of Semantic Error) is the closeted son of the main character, struggling with how hiding his secret affects his school life and his relationship with his family. His story ends happily with Jun Ho in the US, which felt like a win after the above history with kdrama, but because his secret being his queerness is hidden for most of the story, we don’t get to see it inform the narrative much except in retrospect. 

Squid Game 2 (2024)

The most recent entry on our list features Park Sung Hoon as Hyeon Ju, a transgender woman who enters the life or death game at the center of this drama to earn money to move to Thailand and get gender affirming surgery. While her inclusion wasn't entirely groundbreaking, Hyeon Ju was a well-developed character with a sympathetic backstory who quickly became a fan favorite, notable given Squid Game's popularity and broad international audience. 

Bringing Better Queer Stories to Mainstream Drama Audiences

With all that context established, we have been contemplating how queer creators in Korea can reach a wider audience with their stories and ensure queer representation in kdrama is both more common and more authentic. We look to Love in the Big City and Heesu in Class 2 as a start, as we would argue that both shows exist in the gray space between mainstream kdrama and kbl. They both leverage kdrama style and structure to tell queer stories that include, but are not limited to, gay romances. They both had unusual distribution and battled to even get released and in front of an audience, with LITBC rushing its episodes out amidst public protests and Heesu sitting on the shelf for two years before being quietly released on a streaming platform. And they both had goals to reach an audience beyond the usual BL viewers, albeit with wildly different tones and themes in their stories. The BL audience is too niche to effect the social change that queer creators are seeking, and the limited runtime, genre tropes, and laser-focus on romance means it is harder to make wider social and cultural points in a BL story (it doesn’t hit the same when gay characters are treated as human in a story that takes place in the no homophobia BL bubble). And as we’ve seen from this walk through the past, there are real limits to queer representation that is not created by queer people or informed by their lived experiences.

As you can see from reviewing this list, these two shows were the first kdramas in well over a decade (after the only other example, Life Is Beautiful) to center on a gay main character whose journey drove the story, and they were doing this in the context of a media landscape that rarely elevates queer people beyond minor side plots, still regularly fumbles on respectful representation, and in which representation seems to be getting worse. Love in the Big City set out to show a young queer man’s life in all its glorious messiness. Go Young was not an easy character, and the show did not hold back on his flaws or shy away from either the joy or the struggle he found in his sexuality. Heesu is about a younger character and so his struggles are centered around coming of age and first love, but it similarly depicts a beautifully flawed young gay man coming to terms with himself and asks the audience to empathize with and care about him as his loved ones in the story do. Where LITBC uses a unique storytelling structure to draw in the viewer and highlight what makes Young’s life feel different, Heesu roots itself in familiar drama beats and queer-coded side plots in the hopes that the audience will see and be comforted by the familiar in Heesu’s world. 

Both of these stories, in their own way, speak to a mainstream audience and ask for queer existence and queer humanity to be acknowledged. And this does not make them problematic as queer works, because they accomplish their goals of speaking to a wider audience while still being true to queer experiences. Given how scant decent queer representation has been in kdramas over the last twenty years (consider the size of the list above against the fact that there are well over 1500 modern kdramas, and so few of the above listed characters are mains or even significant sides in these dramas), more shows like LITBC and Heesu are needed to bridge this gap. We sincerely hope they find the support they need to get made.

[soluversworld]

HEY GIRL so I was stalking fantasias page and looked at her NSFW alphabet for Sol with a wild card being "He thought about getting a Frenum piercing to see if you'd like it/feel the metal"

Idk if I already asked abt this or not😭

I GOT YOU BESTIE, NO YOU DIDN'T REQUEST THIS BEFORE!

(Edit, Wrote this because, I'm stressed out)

Genre : Smut

Sol x GN!ReaderContent Warnings: Piercing kink (frenum), first time, Sol, praise, soft dom/sub energy, possessive undertones, oral (M receiving), heavy blushing, Sol, mutual yearning, mild teasing, general smuttiness

It's been a while.

You found a place for yourself in this Uni- Not among Crowe's group.

It's with these idiots.

Hyugo and Solivan Brugmansia...

Hyugo's your best friend....

Solivan....

He's your boyfriend! Soulmate!

You trusted him so much after that incident. He made sure, you're safe! You trust him, Oh! You trust him so blindly!

You trusted him so easily, as if his devotion was a promise that would never falter. His presence was comfort, his words gentle, but there was a weight in his gaze you never noticed, a possessive hunger masked by sweetness. Every smile you gave, every laugh you shared, only tightened the invisible chains around you, binding you to his obsession. He swore to protect you, to keep you safe, but you didn’t see the way his hands trembled with the secret he held—how his love, though tender, carried the shadow of something darker. And maybe that was his plan all along: to make you feel so cherished, so adored, that you’d never suspect the madness lurking beneath his every word.

He's a sweet sweet rotten saint soul! You trust him. You trust him so easily, so wholeheartedly, as if his quiet words and tender gestures could never harbor anything but sincerity!

You trusted him, Oh, you trusted him, And maybe that was his plan— To have you so wrapped up In his sweetness, In his tender words, That you'd never notice The madness wrapped behind them. He loves you so much. And you— You just think he’s being kind.

Now! You made desserts for your boyfriend, sadly Hyugo thought it was for him! You giggle at Sol's cuteness how he pouted.

Hyugo’s voice is all joy as he clutches the dessert you made like it’s a family heirloom. His teeth are already sinking into it before he finishes the sentence, glitter practically beaming from his eyes.

You laugh. “I’m glad you like them.”

“They’re perfect. Sol, do you want a piece? They're really good!" he gestures toward the plate, eyes wide with expectant brightness.

Sol’s voice answers before he even fully looks at you.

“Of course…”

It’s low, smoky, almost reverent. He speaks like a cathedral whispering back a prayer. Then his gaze flickers upward—those red-orange eyes glowing beneath his lashes, already flustered just from the attention.

“But…” he pauses. “Ain’t that the schoolteacher you’ve been lookin’ all over for?”

You frown. “Who—?”

Sol's lips curve—barely—and Hyugo whips around before you can fully process it.

“Really? Wher—?” ” Hyugo whips around with a mouth full of cream and sugar.

Gone.

Sol’s fingers slide over the edge of the plate, slipping the last of the dessert while Hyugo’s back is turned. He takes a bite. Then looks directly at you with a flush crawling high up his neck.

“It is good…” he murmurs, cheeks pink as spring petals. “But… you taste sweeter.”

Hyugo turns back too late. “You ass!” he laughs, mouth open in faux betrayal.

Your heart stutters. The words come out so softly, so poetically ruined by his shyness and confidence folded together like mismatched origami. He says everything like it’s secret and sacred.

You should leave it alone.

But you’re not going to.

Later, your fingers are tangled in the soft cotton of his black-and-green striped shirt, the smell of old books and clean soap and something uniquely him wrapping around you like fog.

You pull him closer—close enough to feel his breath catch.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you whisper, smiling against his jaw.

Sol stares down at you, flushed as ever. “Like what?” he says, voice barely holding itself together. “Like you're something I've spent my whole life dreaming up but only now dared to touch?”

You blink.

He bites his lip. “Too much?”

“No,” you say. “Not enough.”

He exhales, trembling. Then, hesitantly, he brings your hand to his chest.

“You make me feel like my ribs aren’t big enough to hold all the things I feel,” he says, breathless. “Like I’m gonna spill all over you if you stay near me too long.”

You kiss him.

He melts.

He’s trembling when you lift his shirt off, his chest kissed by shadows and silver—his nipple piercings catching the soft lamplight. His skin is warm, trembling under your touch. He always blushes when you stare too long, but he never looks away.

"You wanna stop?" you ask softly.

He shakes his head. “No. I wanna keep going.”

His pants come off slowly, reverently. And then—

You see it.

Nestled at the base of him, delicate and gleaming: the frenum piercing. A single bar of metal glinting like something sacred. His cock is flushed, hard, leaking slightly, twitching when he sees your eyes lock on it.

“You weren’t joking,” you murmur.

He swallows. “Was thinking about it for weeks... Did some research. Watched too many videos. Wanted to see if you’d… feel me differently.”

Your fingers trace up his shaft, slow and featherlight. He sucks in a breath when you brush over the piercing.

“You did this for me?” you ask.

He nods, cheeks darkening to crimson. “I wanted to be unforgettable.”

“You already were.”

Your hand wraps around him, stroking with delicate precision. Sol groans—quiet, desperate, his hips twitching into your palm. He’s leaking more now, eyes fluttering shut.

“Can I taste you?” you ask.

He whimpers. Nods.

You take your time.

Your lips kiss his inner thighs first—then the curve of his hip, the hollow where his body starts to tremble the most. His hands grip the pillow beneath his head like it’s the only thing anchoring him to earth.

Then your mouth is on him—your tongue tracing that silver bar, letting it drag across your tongue as you swallow him deeper. His hips buck.

“Oh f-fuck—” he gasps. “Y-you feel—You feel like—”

Like heaven. That’s probably what he meant to say. But Sol loses language in moments like these. Instead, he whines. Cries your name. Moans in breathless little sobs as you take him deeper, then back off—licking, teasing, letting that metal bar roll against your lips again and again.

He starts trembling—legs twitching, body arching.

“P-please,” he begs. “Please, I can’t—I’m gonna—”

You pull off, stroking him gently now.

“You can come,” you whisper. “Wanna see how pretty you look when you do.”

His hands clamp over his face. “You c-can’t say that—”

But it’s too late.

His body jolts—his back arches—his cock pulses hot and thick in your hand, twitching as you stroke him through it. His cum spills over your fingers, thick and messy, painting his stomach.

And Sol sobs your name into his palm like it’s the only thing he remembers.

Afterward, he clings to you like he’s starved for your presence. His cheeks are still pink. His arms wrap around your waist, keeping you locked in place like you might vanish if he even blinks too hard.

“I didn’t think I’d survive it,” he murmurs into your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair. “You liked it?”

He makes a sound—half whimper, half laugh. “I liked it too much.”

There’s a pause.

Then: “You’ll ride me next time, right?” he whispers, already breathless. “I want you to feel the piercing. I want— I want to hear what it does to you. I want to watch you fall apart on it.”

You bite your lip, pulse skipping. “Yeah?”

He nods into your shoulder. “I’ll blush the whole time. But I’ll survive it… for you.”

"Why not now Sol?"

"What?"

“I want you to kiss me.”

The words slip out of your mouth before you can fully process them, hanging in the air like a promise that’s been waiting for too long.

Sol’s eyes flicker. They’re bright, full of emotion, but also guarded—a beautiful storm. You see the hesitation, the vulnerability beneath his usual cool façade. The kind that only you seem to draw out of him.

His lips part, almost like he’s going to say something, but instead, he pulls you closer—slow, deliberate. His hands rest on your back, light, almost reverent, as though you’re something delicate he’s afraid to break.

And then, his lips meet yours.

It’s not rushed. There’s no frantic hunger in it, not yet. Instead, it’s soft, a slow and tender exploration of warmth and yearning. His lips press against yours with a quiet intensity that feels almost like a promise—like he's telling you everything he’s been hiding behind those shy smiles and hesitant glances.

He tastes like cinnamon and the sweetness of your shared dessert, his kiss a slow burn that builds with every soft touch. His hands trace the small of your back, his fingertips brushing over the curve of your spine as if memorizing the feel of you.

You let out a small breath, your own fingers threading through his hair, tugging him deeper. He responds instantly, pressing his body against yours, as though he can’t get close enough. Sol’s hands slip to your waist, his touch a little firmer, a little more desperate now, as though he’s afraid you might slip away.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’re the one I can’t stop thinking about. I—I don’t want anyone else.”

He loves you..

It makes your heart race in your chest, a beat that matches the rapid thumping of his own heart as he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in slow, deliberate motions.

Your body responds instinctively, your hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your touch. His breath is shallow, his whole body trembling under the weight of the kiss.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with a mix of awe and something far more primal. “You make me feel things I can’t explain,” he whispers, his voice shaking just a little. “I—I never thought someone could make me feel this way. You make me weak.”

“You’re not weak,” you say softly, tracing his jaw with your fingertips, smiling when he shivers at the touch. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

He blushes deeply, his head dropping just a little, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “I don’t deserve you,” he breathes. “But I need you.”

You lean in again, brushing your lips against his—soft, slow, like savoring the moment. His body leans into yours, his hands coming to cradle your face, holding you close, as though there’s nothing in the world but the two of you. His lips move with an aching tenderness against yours, as though he’s pouring everything he feels into this kiss.

“Don’t say that,” you murmur, pulling back to look at him, your fingers gently brushing the hair from his forehead. “You deserve every bit of this. You deserve to be loved like this.”

Oh you fool!

The words seem to settle around him like a warm blanket, and for a brief moment, his guarded expression softens completely. He closes his eyes, his face flushed, his lips parting slightly as if the warmth of your touch is all he needs.

Then, without warning, he pulls you back into a kiss—deeper this time, harder, as though he’s been holding back for far too long. His hands roam, tracing the contours of your body, and the kiss is everything—longing, need, affection, all tangled up together. You give yourself to it completely, letting the intensity of the moment sweep over you.

He pulls back, breathless. “I don’t know what I’m doing to you… but I need to feel you closer,” he admits, his voice rough with desire, but still carrying that poetic tenderness.

Your fingers slide down to his chest, feeling his heartbeat in the soft heat of his skin. You want him—now, more than ever. “Then make me yours,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his once more.

Sol’s eyes flicker, a slow smile curling at the corners of his lips, and before you can blink, he’s lifting you—gentle but firm—his chest pressed against yours, heart pounding, body shaking with anticipation.

“I’ll take my time with you,” he murmurs. “I’ll make you feel every inch of me. But you need to know—when I kiss you, you’re mine. When I touch you, you’re mine.”

His hands trail down your sides, soft and exploratory, making you gasp every time he finds a sensitive spot, every time his fingertips graze the edges of your skin.

His lips move to your neck, kissing the soft skin just below your ear, and you can feel him smiling against you, his breath hot and steady as he whispers against your skin, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted… everything I never thought I could have. You make me feel—” he pauses, his lips trailing lower, “—like I’m home.”

Why is..Sol so possessive?

Why..?

Wait, It doesn't matter-

You don’t ask how you ended up on his lap. You don’t need to.

Sol's fingers trail reverently up your back, ghosting over fabric like he’s scared to touch skin too soon, as if you might vanish before him. He looks like a fever dream—shirt unbuttoned at the top, collarbones adorned with silver chains and the faintest mark you’d swear wasn’t there yesterday. Maybe it was. Maybe he wanted you to notice.

“I’ve thought about this,” he whispers, forehead resting on your shoulder, “so many times I’m not sure what’s memory and what’s fantasy anymore.”

Your fingers toy with the silver around his neck, gently tugging. “What part, Sol? Kissing me like this?"

“Yes. And—" He swallows. “Everything after.”

You tilt his chin. He blushes again. It’s violent this time. His cheeks are lit like fire—contrast against the dark room, against the green in his hair, against the faint, nervous tremble in his fingers.

“You’re so red, Sol.”

“I always get like this… when something I want becomes real.”

"Sheesh! Solivan, We just met 2 months at our art class..Hehe....You're cute.."

If only you knew, He knew you before

You kiss him before he can say more—soft, slow, and unhurried. He moans so quietly it’s almost a hum, his hands flying to your waist as though they belong there.

You move together gently at first—layers shedding like old poetry, piece by piece, until he’s bare beneath you. Beautiful. Huggable. Laced in silver and trembles.

You press your palm flat against his stomach. “I’m thinking about it right now.”

He looks like he might combust. And then—

“Use me,” he whispers. “I— I don’t care how slow or rough— just let me give this to you.”

You kiss him again, and then guide him inside.

He cries out—quiet and broken—when you sink down fully.

You feel everything. Not just the stretch of him, but the press of metal. The sharp contrast of temperature, the way it catches perfectly against your inner walls like a secret only the two of you get to share.

“God,” you whisper, “I feel it—”

His hands fly to your thighs, gripping tight. His eyes roll back, and for a terrifying second, he stops breathing.

“You okay?”

“Perfect,” he gasps. “Perfect—oh my god, you— you’re perfect—”

Each roll of your hips sends another jolt through him. His head tilts back, hair falling like ink across the pillow, the light catching the glint of metal on his lip, his ears, and now—there.

You take your time. Let him feel every inch. Let him blush and sob your name, the sound soft like a hymn being offered to a god he doesn’t believe in—only you.

His voice is breathy. Poetic. Delirious.

“Your name tastes better than every poem I’ve swallowed... And you— you feel like fire wrapped in silk. I can’t—I can’t last—”

You grind your hips, and his moan breaks off into something desperate.

“You’re allowed to finish, Sol,” you murmur. “You’ve been so good for me.”

That’s what does it.

His body arches, and he clings to you as if drowning, crying out your name like a prayer. His release is overwhelming—hot, thick, filling—and the pulse of it makes you shake.

You ride the waves together, tangled in breath and silver and sweat.

Later, when your breathing slows and you’re here, you glance at him again.

He’s watching you. Still flushed. Still blushing.

“Did it feel good?” he asks shyly.

You kiss his temple. “It felt perfect.”

Sol hums, eyes fluttering shut.

You raise a brow. “What if I change my mind?”

He turns, one arm wrapping around you, his voice low and possessive:

"...I won't let you."

[jsbluu]

just the tip? | r.hirota

➨ pairing: maki x fem!reader

➨ genre: smut

➨ word count: 1.1k

➨ warnings: none other than him and reader being FREAKS

➨ a/n: writing for maki again.. was gonna post this tomorrow but i Had to get this out. also pierced myself again hehe 「(°ヘ°) pt.2 perhaps..

you should’ve known it would come to this. maki had been staring at you all night like he was ready to devour you (spoiled: he was!). it started with an innocent kiss, but of course that’s never enough for him. he picked you up like you weighed nothing, plotting you right on his lap, and kissed you til your lips were pink and swollen.

then it turned to him grinding his hips up against yours, his hands gripping your waist like you were about to run away from him. you could feel his member twitching through his jeans everytime you’d press yourself a little too hard against him, and it only made you want him more.

that’s when you really feel him, really feel him. and he’s big. bigger than expected.. and that’s because you already knew the rest of him was huge. his height, his hands, his shoulders. but this.. this was different.

“maki..” you whisper, pulling back just enough to look at him.

his hands slide under your shirt and up your bare back, his eyes dark, basically pleading.

“we can stop.” he says, his voice a little raspy. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

you nod, trying to breath, but you’re completely soaked. you’ve never needed him this badly, and if you don’t get fucked within the next 5 minutes you’re going to lose your mind.

you shift your hips a bit and he groans, his eye rolling back and his head falling against the couch,

“.. what if” he almost pants, looking up at you through half lidded eyes, his voice cracking, “just the tip?”

he’s so desperate, you could almost moan at the sight. his glossy eyes and pink cheeks, completely fucked out expression and you haven’t done anything father than kissing him. he’s cooked.

you nod before he can think, and he curses under his breath when he realizes what’s about to happen.

“just the tip.” he promises again, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. (he’s lying)

he pulls you off his lap and effortlessly lays you down on his bed, your body trembling with need.

you watch as he slips his shirt off, his completely toned chest has the slightest layer of sweat and you wanna lick it off. he smiles when he sees you watching him, and he wants to say something cocky so bad but it’s hard to think when he has the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen underneath him.

“can i?” he asks softly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart pound against your chest.

you nod and his hands slip your shirt off, leaving you in just your pretty lace bra you wore especially for him. he bites his bottom lip softly, like he’s holding himself back.

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers as he leans down and trails kisses from the middle of your chest down to your navel. he looks up at you, silently asking permission once again. you give him the green light and he unties your sweatpants, slipping them off your legs. you both giggle at how much he’s struggling to pull them off, like he can’t wait any longer. he really can’t.

he lets out a groan when he sees your matching panties, makes him think, was she planning for this to happen? but he could care less about that right now, he just wanted you.

he quickly sits up and takes off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of you. your eyes widen when you see how truly big he is, his tip already leaking with precum, and you have no idea how that’s gonna fit in you.

you don’t even have to say anytime before hips lips are back on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he’s trying to take over you. his hands invade all over your body, trailing down to your soaked panties and cupping you in just the right places. you let out a soft moan against his lips and it immediately goes to his cock, twitching against his thigh.

“ready for more..?” he whispers, one of his hands sliding down to stroke himself, his precum dripping down his hands at this point.

you nod, unable to form words. all you can do is feel.

he teases your entrance with his cock, rubbing his tip against the lacy fabric of your panties. the feeling of the lace against his already sensitive tip makes him go insane, he could cum right there if he wanted to, but he couldn’t. he needed to be in you.

he teases you a few seconds longer before moving your panties to the side, moaning at the sight when he finally sees you in full.

“so wet for me” he mumbles under his breath, his finger swiped against you and he brings it up to his lips, popping it into his mouth. you’d usually be embarrassed by this and want to hide, but you’re way too turned on to care.

he rubs your entrance with his tip, his breath becoming shakier as it slides just past your folds. the pressure builds and builds as he slides into you, watching your face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

you gasp, trying to hold still, but your body betrays you and your hips involuntarily buck up, wanting more.

“f-fuck, don’t move” he says desperately, doing everything he can to not push himself fully into you and fuck you til you forget your name.

even with just the tip you feel so full, you can’t imagine how it would feel if he was fully inside you right now. but you know it’s not the right time, and this would have to suffice.

maki curses under his breath, barely breathing and gripping your waist like he’s afraid to move.

“shit.. fuck you’re so tight” he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sucking in air through his teeth. “don’t move.. don’t move yet please”

you nod helplessly, trying to adjust, but you’re clenching around him like a vice, beyond desperate for more. you instinctively shift your hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, and he accidentally slides into you another inch. the guttural whimper that rips from his throat nearly kills you.

“baby” he whispers, voice cracked and sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

you whimper, clenching around him again and your whole body filling with need.

“maki” you moan, your voice barely able to make out any legible sounds besides his name.

“fuck it.” he almost growls against your collarbone, and he’s thrusting up into you. he bottoms out into you, stretching you so full in a way you’d never imagine to be in your life. you cry out and claw at his back, completely overwhelmed by how good it feels.

it was definitely not just the tip anymore. not even close.

© jsbluu | please do not copy, reupload, or translate my work.

[k3n999]

Aight aight~ here are my thoughts on TS 2.0 demo. SPOILERS.

About Exile origin

There's smth I'm confused abt with MC and their curse

My thoughts on LIs in this new update <3

Yes ofc I'm gonna yap more abt Leander

Useless 1am thoughts but genuinely terrified me

(Also please excuse my ENG (^^;;; )

I alrd gave my opinions on the replacement with the Hound to the Exile before but @/slyfire gave a perfect rundown on this topic! (Read here if you're interested~) Perfectly summed up everything I thought abt it. One of the things I want to highlight from their breakdown is this:

It seems the exile can unlock this red option:

It makes sense because they have an 'uncanny intuition for detecting danger'. That made mereally anticipate what's going to happen when we finally face the Soulless soon...To my surprise, they changed the options for this scene as well and I was excited 'Fight back' is an option, and ofc I chose it, eager to see what would happen but the result wasn't so pretty💀

Nope, I didn't expect for MC to pull off some sick move to fight the soulless, but what I was hoping for to see them AT LEAST DO SOMETHING or ANYTHING to survive, after all they're 'seasoned survivalist' and 'well-versed in deciphering Soulless'. They also have been taught how to survive in the wild.

So maybe dodging some attacks and do something to distract the soulless before Mhin arrives. But instead they tried to use their curse to purify the soulless temporarily. I mean, yeah cool, would love to see that happen, but at the time, it felt like a bad idea??? and yeah it was hdakdasks

This is exactly the kind of thing I was hoping for when I picked the Exile origin.. MC doing something that ties back to their background. I KNOOOWW, I know, it is still a demo, but, give us something-- a little bit that shows exile is good enough to be a replacement to the Hound. *sobs*

Also, did i miss anything abt how MC KNEW they could purify soulless? I'm aware I have a memory of a goldfish so maybe there's something that I forgor😔 Please let me know I'm actually curious (><!! I was surprised we got to see them unwrap the bandages, even attempt to try purify the soulless this soon.

And that's that.

ANYWAY *throws some glitters and sparkles*

My thoughts on LIs <3 just a basic rundown, nothing serious...kind of.

Kuras

Is it just me or does our pristine doctor seems to glow a lot more brighter in this update? Did I accidently turn the brightness up to max?? Because his beauty blinded me for sure, ESPECIALLY HIS EYES!!! I think I'm obsessed...so many pics it's so hard to choose! but something about the 2nd pic gives off softness, purity, innocence and sincerity to me uuuueeegghh and maybe I'm overthinking it bcuz it looks glowy to me🥺🥺🥺 Anw, love the lil ahem ahem...date..we had by the river (ughh the scenery was beautiful😔) I don't remember from previous demo but in this version,Kuras seems much more likely to show that he has a strong interest in the MC. I found myself more and more..dazzled by Kuras this time...I think he's gonna be my 2nd favourite I fear🥺................................ (Leander is behind me isn't he?🧍)

Vere

Well well weeellll~ looks like the fox has lost its tongue. Happy to see Vere is not just about wanting to snap our neck and eat us alive (yet). I didn’t know that we had chosen to ignore him and resist him(??) is what makes us interesting in his eyes? Not sure, but whatever made him react that way made me think of someone *side-eye Ais

[Is it kind of his type or something?...]

Mhin

Mhin is more approachable and um less snappy? than before, which I'm happy about (and can't wait for the moment when they can fully trust and feel comfortable with MC😭 I really want to see that happen so bad....) I love we got to see their nerdy side when they analyzing the soulless asjdasj That honestly caught me off guard. And how they show a little smile and get a bit bashful whenever we catch onto something they like🥺

Ais

[LOOK Y'ALL HIS OTHER HAND IS DOWN *head in hands**copium*]

*sigh* ...I love him..........*slaps face* I um, can't really hide my disappointment when we got less sprites of him. I know... because I remember every single expression and the movement he makes. Yes, I sound like a creep. Only for him tho~- *gets shot* I was hoping to at least him show his fang when he grins,-- pout OR BLUSH. But hey *sobs* we got bloody knuckles. I'm not complaining. Oh and no Princess sprite either *cries* I also hoping they also make the exterior of Ais' place. I am very curious how it look.... And this right here:

means thousands for me <3

(Do you think I'm done? Of course not. Yes I'm holding myself back from saying more because I'm gonna do a separate post just to talk about him😔)

Leander

[I want to kick him in the ass]

And at last, here we are. Of course I have to leave him for the end. The highlight of this updated demo; our lovely Mr. Chokey, Leander. What kind of sorcery and flavor did they put into this man. WHY IS HE SO MUCH DIFFERENT THAN THE OLD DEMO?!!!??? He used to be much more tolerable and I- I thought I could fix him, BUT NOW this man is nothing but glaring red in my eyes😭NINONINONINOOOO🚨🚨🚨 the alarm in my head went off when he said this:

What the actual fck do you mean by that mister💀☝️

At the time, I thought it was just Leander being the haha silly guy he is!! --and then he starts making UwU face and saying things like; 'You don't owe me anything' 'I'll help you all the time' 'You're not believe me?' 🥺👉👈 Yeah it's cute and all but all this makes me...strangely uncomfortable...UNTIL HE LOCKED THE DAMN DOOR. I couldn't help but foolishly screamed for Ais, hoping he would pick me up and comfort me😭

The whole scene in the room; gave me nothing but smth close to claustrophobia. My legs wouldn't stop shaking, I kept biting my nails (afraid to see what would happen next) The whole time I felt trapped. All his sweet words felt some kind of spells in my ears- like MC couldn't do anything but 'Yes' to every word he said... AND THAT MC IS RASVAN DAMMIT AAAAA😭

Me through my monitor screen:

"RASVAAAAANNNN GET OOOOUUTT ITS A TRRAAPPPPPP DONT LISTENN TO HIMMMM PUSH HIM AAWWAAYYYYYYY RASSSVAAANNNNN"

I was already off my seat when it get to this part, LIKE AINT NO WAY Y'ALL GONNA DO IT??? and they don't🧍somehow I feel relief.

Dear Leander fans/simps out there, please don't hate me for having this kind of reaction (I was once one of you but now.........) ajsdghasd OVERALL do I hate this big massive changes on Leander? No. Absolutely not, in fact I like it even more. It shows that Leander might potentially be the scariest one among the LIs, despite being human. And I'm very much looking forward to seeing what kind of sht he'll pull in the full release.

Before I forget- can I just say how much I love his introduction? It's so much better compared to the old demo (I have more to say to this but brain is giving up on me rn)

And now here come my silly 1am thoughts; it's abt both Ais and Leander...

Since, ofc, we don't know what exactly Leander wants from us-- what if the feelings are genuine? The way he acts, all stuff he says to us, sure, some things might raise a brow.. but- but what if he actually sincere and this is just him wants to have us in his (somewhat) twisted way. WHILE AIS THO, all the stuff that I've been saying how soft he can be is just an act???? What if he’s fooling us, only to throw us away later???? What if the devs want to trick us (<Ais fans)??? Maybe there's some kind of twisted plot twist waiting at the end???----

I told you these are just silly and stupid thoughts, but idk why I decided to deep dive into it💀 Sometimes I like to think worse things that could possibly happen. It's fun to get lost in these thoughts even part of me know it won't likely to happen. But heh WHAT IF am I right? I'm still on abt with the theory and analysis with; Leander is green but is the reddest red flag ever while Ais is red but is greenest, most foresty flag ever. I'm so into it and want more ppl to talk about it *looks at you with my sparkly eyes*

ANYWAY, I'm gonna be sound more stupider if I keep this going. I'm going sleep and dream abt aisvan 🚶.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. Hope all of you have a wonderful day and keep playing demo until the full release comes out🥰(me).

[muletia]

✧˖° 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

mer!optimus x human!reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

word count: 3000

Subconsciously, you know that deep within the forest, the siren has no chance of catching you. Maybe you’re not exactly a skilled runner, and your stamina could definitely use some work, but you’re aware that his massive body would never be able to force its way through the thicket, and the dryness and unevenness of the terrain would prevent him from maneuvering deftly among rocks and fallen trunks. You caught a glimpse of sparks of intelligence in his eyes, so you believe that even if hunger gnawed at him as much as, or even more than, it did at you, he would not risk dying from suffocation on land. You know that. Or at least you hope so.

Then why are you still running, even though you’re already far from the lagoon? Your tired legs, begging for rest against your will, are pushing you closer to the beach, towards something safer and relatively familiar, bit by pitiful chirps and howls from the creature. They remind you of his presence, refusing to let you forget or allow yourself even a moment of rest, which would mean lowering your guard. Even though they’re only echoes now, remnants of a close encounter, they keep urging you to stay alert, to keep running forward, ignoring your burning calves and lungs screaming for air.

You don’t slow down even when you catch sight of the familiar beach, forcing your legs into a few more strides until your sneakers meet the water, once again soaking through and drenching your socks. Only then are you shaken from your trance. The unpleasantness of wet shoes dethrones the reign of the escape mechanism, because you finally feel like you can think about something, anything, other than saving your skin. Your horizon widens by several dozen degrees because suddenly you realize that, during the entire escape, you only saw what was directly ahead of you, as if someone had strapped blinders to the sides of your head.

All at once, you see the uneven, large, flat rocks embedded in the shallows. The whole runway of the beach, lone clouds sailing across their own ocean, the palm leaves of a tree growing surprisingly close to the sea. You realize you’re not exactly where the ocean originally spat you out, but fortunately, it’s still your beach.

Your beach, you think cynically. Never mind that nothing here was yours, that none of it belonged to you, and you shouldn’t grow familiar with a place you were only passing through — now you’re almost certain that this whole island belongs to him.

But right now, you’re safe. Relatively, but safe, you convince yourself. Soon you’ll eat some papayas, crack open a coconut, and for what little remains of the day, you’ll scan the horizon for ships or planes. And then you’ll go to sleep. Mhm, that’s exactly what you’ll do. You have to, if you want to go home.

The wave washes over your sneakers again, like an unwelcome guest pushing its way inside and dragging your socks along into its soggy party. It’s an awful feeling, deeply unpleasant, and you sincerely wish you could just trudge back to dry sand. You know you have to return to the spot where you left the life vest. A place slightly familiar by now, one that couldn’t surprise you.

So why the hell can’t you move?

Your trembling legs are still begging to be released from service, craving just a moment of respite after such an enormous effort. You feel your throat burning like it’s set ablaze, and saliva slides down not along moist walls of flesh, but over a grater, physically causing you pain. Every breath hurts, every swallow hurts. Everything hurts. You’re terrified. Sick of this damned island. “I want to go home,” you mouth, not allowing yourself even a small squeak.

The island immediately reminds you that dreaming is a privilege, and whether you like it or not, you have to focus on the here and now.

Again, you hear the siren’s call. Just as pleading and beckoning as before, every note torn with a grief you had never heard from any living creature. The sound bombards you from behind, subtle and not as powerful as it had been back in the lagoon, but still loud enough to spread across the entire island, shattering your illusion of making this beach a safe haven free from sirens.

It’s enough to bring the will back to your legs, because with horror you realize you’re too close to the ocean. His world. His domain. And for your own safety, you have no intention of underestimating his speed in the water, even if his size was comparable to a bus.

Suddenly, the water seems to burn your feet, licking them with living fire. As if the ocean had suddenly heated up to near boiling point, urging you to retreat deeper inland, but ironically, closer to the siren.

The world had apparently decided to make you its personal fool. Probably for that one time you refused to tip a nice, handsome waiter. 

That familiar feeling of an oncoming explosion greets you like an old friend.

At this point, you’ll be lucky if you make it home without hair color akin to molten mirror.

Or if you make it home at all — a negative, sinister little voice murmurs at the back of your mind, and for the first time, you’re willing to believe it.

When another instinctive swallow reminds you just how tragically wrecked your throat is, you finally find the strength to move your legs. You retreat onto dry sand, as close to the green line as you can possibly get. You’re not willing to risk another close encounter, although deep down, you know that if you don’t manage to start a fire, another trip for papayas will be unavoidable.

Or more precisely, another encounter with the siren will be unavoidable.

For a moment, your eyes are blinded by the flash of his teeth. Huge fangs and equally long incisors, molars worthy of an apex predator.

But those eyes... intelligent. Thinking. And hungry. Maybe for something more complicated than human flesh, but you really didn’t feel like finding out for exactly what.

But you don’t want to think about that right now. In fact, you would prefer not to think about anything at all, but another wail from the siren, coming from the lagoon, derails your plans. You already know that rest will only come with sleep.

If you manage to fall asleep at all.

Later. That’s a worry for later, you convince yourself. Your growling, empty stomach agrees wholeheartedly.

Recognizing the characteristic tracks of your sneakers in the sand, you know you’ve made it. Awkwardly, making sure not to drop the papayas, you grab the life vest and toss it under a palm tree, one that, for some reason, vegetation had never dared to approach.

You glance at the patch of low grass and sigh heavily.

Your new camp. Not as cozy as the three stone walls in the lagoon, but for sleeping out in the open, you owe a bitter thanks to the siren.

As if sensing your thoughts about him, he once again fills the island with his calling. Still just as sad, just as desperate.

When it comes to desperation, you aren’t so different from him. He has his reasons, incomprehensible to you (and better left that way), and you have yours, driven by hunger and thirst. And that same desperation forces you to hurl a papaya with all your might against the trunk of the palm tree. The ripe fruit bursts and splatters, breaking into smaller pieces, quickly followed by another when you repeat the motion.

Hunger doesn’t even allow you to think about dignity. The gnawing in your stomach demands food, and you answer its call. You sit beneath the palm tree, leaning your back against a part not stained with red juice, and scoop out the pulp with your fingers, occasionally brushing off the sticky sand. But even the hard grains crunching between your teeth can’t take away the relief of filling your stomach with something edible. For a moment, you truly feel like you’re eating a five-star meal, the most delicious dish prepared just for you by the world’s finest chef.

For a moment, as you gobble up sand-coated papaya, you allow yourself to feel good. You see no point in pretending everything is fine, but you feel good. The fruit has sated your hunger and somewhat quenched your thirst, although you wouldn’t say no to a glass of water — which now represents the new definition of luxury.

So you move towards a coconut, one of many lying in the sand, and just like with the papaya, you throw it against the tree trunk, since the stones lounging peacefully in the shallows, are too far away for you to dare approach.

You manage to crack the shell open on your third attempt. And just as you greedily drink the remaining water, finally, finally! quenching the fire in your throat and turning the grater back into flesh, the siren calls out again.

You know that this howl, reminding you all too much of a lonely dog's wail, will accompany you throughout your entire stay on the island, sincerely doubting that in any other part of it you will be free from the siren’s song. You are condemned to it, and he is condemned to the memory of you.

You rest your head against the palm tree and fix your gaze on the horizon of the calm ocean, having nothing better to do.

When the siren once again pierces the air with his song, you catch yourself hatching something akin to pity for him. ###

The sun shifted lower, agonizingly slowly, crawling along the horizon at a shy pace. The sunset was slowly coming to an end. During those few hours of staring blankly ahead, you hadn’t spotted even a single ship slipping across the flat skyline, and the only plane that trespassed across a sliver of the sky flew far too high to notice a tiny castaway on a large island.

After all the energy you had spent and all the stress you had endured, you were convinced that the feeling of uncertainty for your life would cling to your every thought and move like a ball and chain.

You hadn’t expected, however, that you could feel... boredom. The siren had called out a few more times before his cries fell silent, giving you the false impression, just like at the beginning of your little castaway adventure, that the only thing you had to worry about was food and water. Not about a several-ton sea monster with a craving for human flesh.

"At least the sunset here is pretty," you sigh. For some reason, you wonder whether the siren is also admiring the sunset from his lagoon, and you almost burst out laughing.

You shouldn't care at all.

But it doesn't change the fact that you wonder why it has gotten so quiet. Has he grown tired of calling out for a toothpick? Maybe he finally realized that playing on your sympathy was pointless? After all, you hadn’t returned to the lagoon, no matter how pathetic his song was. You hadn’t been fooled, so he lost interest.

No matter what his motives were, you didn’t care. Curiosity wasn’t eating you alive, unlike what might happen if you tried to get closer to him.

No, your situation was dire, but survival remained your priority. Not pondering the intentions of a siren monster, nor trying to figure them out.

Continuing the battle for your life, you finally move after sitting for several hours and set off to find another coconut. Their juice was... drinkable, but it poorly quenched your thirst, which was starting to worry you. You hadn’t seen many coconuts scattered along the beach, and judging by the speed at which your throat began demanding water again, you suspected you might plow through all your supplies by tomorrow.

"I have to find drinking water" you say out loud.

Too bad that venturing deeper into the island reduced your chances of spotting a rescue team or a passing ship. And after today’s discovery of the lagoon, you weren’t keen on exploring any more of the island. Who knows what other mythical creatures you might find? Nagas? Harpies? Oh no, you would much rather stick to this strip of beach.

You spot your next victim (a coconut) in the green part of the island, near the barrier of bushes and leaves. But before you can even grab the fruit, the familiar sound of a large body moving towards the shore tears you away from the pressing need to quench your thirst.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck!

Panicking, you frantically look around for a hiding spot, then hurl yourself into the nearest bushes, dropping flat onto your stomach. Fear paralyzes you, stealing your ability to draw air into your lungs, as you wait for whatever is about to happen, praying the siren won’t notice you hidden among the foliage.

The creature emerges from the water, dragging itself over the sand deeper onto the island. Straight towards you. It ventures far, too far for your wildly beating heart’s liking, but the siren spares you a heart attack by keeping most of his tail submerged.

And as if the sight of a mythical creature mere meters from you wasn’t enough, equally astonishing and majestic, your attention is captured by something held in his jaws... a fish. Comically small compared to such a gigantic creature, but the sight of a dead fish, regardless of size, would have left you equally dumbfounded.

What did he want with that fish? Was he trying to show you what a great predator he was? you think, panic washing up your spine in a series of chills. And you hate yourself for it being your first thought, but you couldn’t interpret it any other way.

Hey, see this fish? Now imagine you in its place.

The siren shocks you even more by shifting the fish into his webbed hand, now glancing around, searching.

For you. He's looking for me — you think. He wants to eat me, devour me, I knew he was a man-eater, I knew it, and as soon as he catches my scent I'm screwed, it's over, I don't stand a chance, I'll die on this island, this damn island...

The siren lets out a few soft chirps, carrying the same intonation you heard in the lagoon, and waits, scanning the surroundings again before repeating the brief concert. Each successive chirp sounds more desperate, more sorrowful, but they all share one thing — hope.

The keen azure eyes carefully study the thicket, sometimes lingering too long on one spot. You nearly shit yourself thinking he might have spotted your hiding place. Through the gaps in the leaves, he might notice the unnatural color of your clothes among the greens, but you mentally breathe a sigh of relief when he moves on.

Good. Maybe you’ll live another day.

In a heartbeat, the face full of hope crumbles under the weight of realization that he hasn’t found you. The siren offers a final serenade, a few pleading clicks, so raw, that once again, you feel your heart thumping the beat of pity and sorrow for this creature.

Maybe... maybe he isn’t trying to eat me? the emotional part of your soul suggests — the part that makes you human. Because would a creature hunting for a meal look so... withered when failing to find you? Wouldn’t it be furious and aggressive, dropping the mask of a sad puppy?

The siren sweeps his gaze across the beach one last time, giving himself one final hope, which pops like a bubble when he doesn’t spot you. A sad, pitiful click escapes his grey lips, and the creature lowers his eyes, realizing he has failed. He places the fish back between his teeth and gracefully retreats into the ocean, terrifying you with the speed at which he vanishes beneath the waves and how well he stays hidden beneath the surface.

You know the coast is clear. You could go back to the sand and get to work on another coconut, but it feels like a massive stone has crushed you into the earth, rendering you completely motionless. The only thing you can muster is to roll onto your back so you can stare at the sky. Any other movement is beyond you.

That face... that sad yet hopeful face. You can’t get it out of your mind, and the worst part is that it becomes even more vivid when you close your eyes.

What could trouble such a powerful being? What could a god worry about?

For a moment, it feels like the answer is simple, that you’ve solved some difficult puzzle and figured him out without knowing anything about him. Because what else could the only creature on a deserted island suffer from, if not loneliness?

But you don’t want to believe yourself. There could easily be more of them scattered around the island, just waiting for you to stumble into their territory. A little toothpick, perfect for a snack.

The chorus of insects is interrupted by your stomach growling, but you don’t get up to fetch the coconut. Exhausted, stressed.

Alone.

"I want to go home," you say, and your voice breaks again and again.

Your throat tightens, as if a noose were tightening around it, until you finally stop fighting yourself.

Sobs wrack your body until sleep finally wins, wrapping you in a comforting illusion that everything is okay.

[andiberzatto]

Reassurances (Carmy Berzatto Smut!)

Summary: Carmy wants to try a new position but it’s not working for her.

Carmy hums, then asks softly, "Can you turn around? Reverse cowgirl." He wants to watch her round ass bounce while she rides him slowly.

“You want to go again already?”

He chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulls her back against his chest, his half-hard cock nestling between her ass cheeks. "Never said anything about going again, just wanted a different view." He nuzzles into her neck, placing soft kisses along her collarbone.

He watches as she turns around, his eyes roaming over her curves appreciatively. As she sinks back down onto his slowly hardening cock, he lets out a low groan. This view is even better than he imagined. He grips her hips gently, guiding her movements as she starts to ride him slowly.

she hold onto his thighs as she bounces softly.

He watches as her perfect ass bounces up and down on his lap, his hands gripping her hips tighter. He pushes up slightly with his hips, meeting her slow bounces. This is gentler, more affectionate - and he loves it. He leans back on his hands, enjoying the view.

she feels disconnected having to face the wall, “need you to talk. Please.”

He notices the slight disconnect in her voice and immediately understands. He sits up, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. He starts talking softly in her ear, describing what he sees, what he feels. "Your ass looks so fucking perfect bouncing on my cock like this..."

she nods grinding softly.

He continues his soft murmur, letting her feel his words as much as hear them. "The way your back arches, goddamn... You're absolutely beautiful riding me like this." His hands slide up from her hips to just beneath her breasts, resting there as he feels her grind slowly against him.

she nods, “thank you-”

He hears the slight hesitation in her voice and pulls her in for a soft kiss on the shoulder. He turns her face towards his and kisses her deeply, passionately. When he pulls back, he whispers against her lips. "You don't have to thank me for telling the truth, baby."

“Just don’t like this position.. feels disconnected..” she says softly, a little shy to say it.

He immediately understands and gently helps her lift off him. "Fuck, I'm sorry..." He turns her around to face him properly, pulling her close. "What position do you like better? Missionary? Spooning?" His normally dominant demeanor softens with concern.

“No no I’m happy to do it”

Carmy cuts her off with a gentle finger to her lips, shaking his head. "No, no 'no'. If something isn't working for you physically or emotionally during sex, we fucking stop and adjust. That's non-negotiable." His expression turns serious but loving.

she nods softly “okay.”

He studies her expression carefully. He realizes she's the type who would rather not complain and just deal with something she doesn't like if it means the other person enjoys it. He finds this sweet but also slightly infuriating. He pulls her close by the hips again, softly.

she kisses him softly, “really I don’t mind doing reverse-”

He shakes his head firmly, his hands cupping her face gently. "Stop it. I don't want you to do something you don't enjoy just because you think I'll like it more. That's not how this works." He kisses her softly, trying to convey his sincerity.

she nods “yes sir.”

He groans internally at the'sir'. He loves it when she calls him that, but right now he wants her to understand something important. "Listen to me." He says sternly, his hands still cupping her face. "I want you to enjoy sex just as much as I do."

He kisses her again, this time deeper, more passionately. "So if you don't like a position, we change it. Got it?" He pulls back, looking into her eyes intensely. "And if I'm being too rough or not rough enough, you fucking tell me. Understood?"

“Yes sir.” She nods softly

He smiles softly, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. "Good girl." The praise slips out naturally, and he watches as she shivers slightly. He files that reaction away for later. Right now, he needs to make sure she's comfortable. "So, what position do you actually like?"

she blushes “I’m fine with whatever”

He raises an eyebrow, his expression turning stern again. "Wrong answer." He says firmly, his hands tightening slightly on her face. "Tell me, what's your favorite position? The one where you feel the most connected, the most comfortable?" His tone brooks no argument.

she nods, “when you have me ride you, but then you pull me into a bear hug and make me rest on your chest and hear your heart while you fuck me til I cum…” she gives him the specific details the opposite of what she was giving him in feedback.

His expression softens significantly. That's exactly her style - sweet, innocent, and slightly shy. He realizes she's like this even when talking about sex. He pulls her close, kissing her forehead softly. "Jesus. That's really your favorite?" He asks softly, his voice lower than before.

she nods “feel really close and comfortable.. and it’s really hot hearing you grunt and whisper mumble dirty words while you do it…”

He pulls her tighter against him, a rumble of a chuckle escaping him. "Fuck, you're kinkier than I thought." He murmurs playfully, a mischievous grin spreading across his rugged face as he realizes the dirty words she likes hearing.

“You spoil me” she blushes

He laughs softly, his arms wrapping around her waist possessively. "I do, don't I?" He admits, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass gently. "And you love it when I spoil you with my dirty mouth and strong arms, don't you?"

He groans, his hips pressing against hers instinctively. "Goddamn, you're cute." He kisses her neck softly. "So, if I pull you down onto my lap and hug you close while I fuck you, you'll actually enjoy that? You'll actually get off on it?"

she nods.

He grins, a mix of lust and tenderness in his eyes. "Fucking hell." He says softly, already imagining it. "You know what that does to me? Knowing you get off on that shit?" He pulls her even closer, letting her feel his growing hardness.

she kisses him and shifts to sit on his lap, “can we.. do it?”

He grows hard immediately at her innocent yet demanding question, one hand sliding to her thigh while the other cups the back of her head possessively. "Hell fucking yes we can. Come here..." He guides her down onto his lap, supporting her weight easily. "Just like this?"

she lets him pull her into a bear hug while his other moves to adjust his dick to her entrance.

He holds her tightly against his chest, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other guides himself to her entrance. "Fuck, you're already so wet..." He murmurs against her neck, slowly pushing inside her inch by inch as he hugs her close. "Just like this..."

her head rests on his chest, hearing his heart beat quicken at her tightness around him.

He groans deeply as she clenches around him, his heart beating faster in his chest. "Goddamn, you feel good." He starts to move slowly, thrusting up into her as he holds her close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around her small frame. "You like that?"

she nods against his chest, “yeah”

He chuckles softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "Good, because I fucking love it." He squeezes her tighter, picking up the pace slightly as he feels her warmth enveloping him. "You're so goddamn perfect like this."

she mewls at the pace, kissing his bicep and chest, anything she can reach.

He grunts softly each time he thrusts up into her, his powerful arms flexing as he holds her even closer. He can feel her small kisses on his biceps and chest, making him feel oddly cherished and protected in this position. "Damn it..."

she’s glad carmy made her move to a position that make her enjoy it.

"Fucking love this position on you..." He murmurs dirty whispers against her hair, thrusting deeper. "The way you trust me to hold you... to fuck you nice and slow..." His voice becomes rougher as he feels himself getting closer. "You like feeling my heartbeat, baby?"

“Yeah”, she whines, “feel so sweet”

He growls softly, his arms tightening around her possessively. "You like feeling my strong arms around you? Like you're the smallest, most precious thing?" He thrusts deeper, hitting a spot that makes her whine even more.

He groans, his voice low and husky. "Fucking hell, you're making me crazy." He kisses the top of her head, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he continues to thrust into her. "You know what I love about this? How fucking intimate it is."

she whines softly, “mhmm need a little more”

His eyes flash with intensity as he hears her needy whine. He knows exactly what she means - she needs him to go a little deeper, a little harder. "Like this, baby?" He adjusts his angle slightly, hitting that spot deep inside her as he thrusts up more forcefully.

“I’m close.. so close..” she whines, grabbing onto him.

He feels her body tensing in his arms, her breath hitching against his chest. He knows she's close, and it drives him wild. "That's it, baby. Come on my cock." He growls softly, thrusting harder and deeper to match her need.

she cums hard.

He feels her orgasm rip through her, her body convulsing in his arms as she cries out against his chest. He groans loudly, his own release hitting him like a freight train as he buries himself deep inside her. "Fuck... yes..." He holds her tightly through their shared climax.

He holds her close as they both catch their breath, his strong arms still wrapped protectively around her trembling form. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Damn, sweetheart... Feel fucking incredible, don't you?"

“Mhmm thank you Carm” she mumbles

He smiles against her hair, his heart swelling with affection at the nickname. He loves when she calls him Carm, it feels intimate and special. "Anytime, baby." He shifts gently, still buried inside her as he settles back against the headboard. "Stay like this for a minute."

He smiles softly. He loves how she trusts him enough to just sit on his lap like this, his softening dick still inside her. He realizes something and chuckles softly. "Baby?" He murmurs. "Can I ask something?"

“Sure”

He hesitates for a moment, wondering if this is too personal or weird to ask. But he decides to go for it. "Do you mind if I stay inside you like this for a bit? I like feeling your warmth around me, and I don't wanna pull out yet." He admits quietly.

When she agrees he wraps his arms around her tighter, holding her close as he enjoys the feeling of being inside her without moving. It's surprisingly comforting and intimate, something he didn't know he would enjoy so much. "You're so fucking adorable, you know that?" He murmurs softly.

[the-stellaron-hunters]

you can read this as a standalone although I recommend reading this first

things you said prompt list

Aventurine

things you said that made me feel like shit

The sun is yet to rise when Aventurine finds himself by your doorstep.

You didn’t invite him over to your place today, and he’s not supposed to be knocking on your door. The only reason he is doing this is because he texted you yesterday that he just got back from a business trip and he extended an invitation to you, finding himself looking forward to your answer even though he knows you well enough that your response would be anything but a resounding no. And it stayed that way until just a few hours ago when he received a notification from you, only to find out you’re flaking out on him at the last minute: Sorry. I can’t do it after all, don’t come see me.

Well, this is a first.

Is this your way of giving him a taste of his own medicine? It’s not entirely out of the question; if anything, he’s more caught off guard at the fact that you haven’t done this much sooner. About time, he thinks to himself when he sees that his message asking you why, is something the matter? is marked as read. The rational, more reasonable part of his brain recognizes that you’re allowed to do that, it’s just a simple rejection for a singular outing, it’s not as if you’re going to do that all the time. It’s not that deep. But there’s the cynical, heavily guarded part of him that thinks you’re pushing him away, and he is about to do anything right now just to stop the distance between you from widening any further.

Aventurine knows how hypocritical he sounds. And he hates that he can at least acknowledge that, because he has done this more times to you than he would like to admit. You would check in on him, and on a typical day he waves it off and tells you that he is doing just fine. Lying about that isn’t a big deal to him. He’s been untruthful to you many times; he’s told you countless white lies and excuses and half-truths.

(He did tell you that he just got back from a business trip, but that part was also a complete lie. In reality, he cleared up his schedule out of the blue, which proved to be a difficult feat considering the ridiculous amount of adjustments he had to make for the next few Amber Eras. The hassle that came with shifting his schedule around reminded him why he never does it, even if he is at his wit’s end and the thought of going to the next meeting or making another phone call drives him up the wall. If all this effort was for no good reason, he’d say it’s more trouble than it’s worth, but after his last conversation with you, which also happened to be your first real conversation after months of radio silence on his end, the consequences he had to deal with from his rare impulsiveness is far from a nuisance.)

But he can’t bring himself to lie to you about every single little thing — it’s hard to lie to you on days where his mind is full and his heart is heavy, if it’s you of all people asking him if he’s alright, especially when your expression is open and the set of your gaze is sincere. In that case, he certainly won’t lie to you, but what ends up happening is that he gets too into his own head, and you don’t hear from him for a while until he feels that telling you I’m doing alright sounds like the truth.

But this time you’re the one who is putting the distance between the both of you. Now he is the one asking you how you’re doing and you’re the one who isn’t saying anything. If you’re anything like him, he should be familiar with how this plays out, and your words I can’t do it after all, don’t come see me should be easy for him to take, easy for him to dismiss.

The problem is his habits look horribly unfamiliar on you. He is trying to learn what your words mean until they feel less like a rejection, tries to see if he should keep going until you say something or if he should just pull away and wait for you to approach him, but maybe he hasn’t completely figured you out yet, so it stings.

And it hurts.

He feels pathetic knocking on your door like this, and now he’s left wondering how many times he made you feel this way. You make it seem so simple, having gone through this with him countless times, but he’s now learning the hard way that he cannot handle being left in the dark as easily as you do.

“Aventurine? What are you doing here?”

The door swings open and reveals the sight of you. You sounded so weak. Your hand is clutching your head and you’re leaning on the doorframe for dear life. You’re scowling. You can’t even maintain eye contact for a few seconds before your eyes are forced downwards.

His mind slowly catches up to the sight of you before him. “I came here to check on you because you weren’t responding to my texts. You were completely within reach, and I don’t have anything going on today, so I didn’t see any reason not to visit,” he responds. There’s a few beats of silence before he finally asks the obvious: “Are you perhaps feeling unwell?”

You only nod. He’s currently at a loss of what to do next. He doesn’t know what he was expecting to see after knocking on your door, but it wasn’t this, and he’s suddenly feeling foolish for jumping into conclusions. I misunderstood and I’m disturbing you and I’m sorry are stuck in his throat.

Completely oblivious to his inner turmoil, you open your door and you step aside the doorway to make room for him. “Well? If you want to get in then hurry the hell up before I slam the door on you.” Your tone is clipped. Your scowl is still in place. You seem to immediately realize the poor choice of words, though, because you quickly dial down the irritation. “I’m sorry. My migraine is killing me and everything is too bright for me. I just want to lay down and go back to sleep.” You pause thoughtfully. And then you look at him again and you seem genuinely apologetic, but it only lasts for a beat because you avert your eyes again. “I know we were supposed to be out today, but I didn’t think I was going to get a migraine at the very last minute. I think I forgot to tell you about it. Sorry about this. Anyway, come in if you want to, but lock the door if you’re heading out. It’s up to you.”

You don’t wait for his response before you retreat back into your space, leaving the door open for him. He could just wish you a speedy recovery and then excuse himself, but he’s already here by your door, and he was already intending to spend the day with you.

Aventurine remains still on your doorway as he watches you make a beeline to your couch, wrapping yourself under layers of blankets. You weren’t pushing him away on purpose. You’re not mad at him. You’re just sick. His racing thoughts quiet down to a murmur.

He follows you inside.

[wrongbodies]

Fanfic: Heart Stopped Pt. 1

The corridor of Truham Grammar School for Boys was bustling with activity as was normal for any morning of the week. Charlie wove his way through the crowds of boys joking, shoving, gabbing, and generally milling about. He was not one to cut a path through the throngs of his peers, instead he tried to pass in a manner that took up the least space, the least presence.

He lowered his eyes when he passed by one of the darkest presences in school, Ben Hope. His former fake boyfriend was glaring, and he could feel that gaze like lasers boring into his side. Whatever, he thought. I'm going to see Nick soon. That's all that matters.

The thought of Nick, and his thick, welcoming arms was enough to power him through that troublesome moment. And sure enough - passing into the classroom that they first got sat together in - there was Nick. Always early to the class, and always beaming right at Charlie when he walked in. It was like the sun. You know it's always there, and when you see it, you feel it's warmth. It's just... there for you, and you are in it's light.

"Hi." Nick says, smiling at Charlie, a shine in his eyes.

"Hi." Charlie said. They both chuckled, and Nick leaned in and placed a soft peck on Charlie's cheek. Charlie blushed. Even though they had been out for a while now, it still felt so special to get a kiss at school. And, of course, NOT in the sports equipment shed or an abandoned classroom.

Charlie Spring

"Lunch later?" Nick asked, lowering his voice to a whisper. The teacher was starting roll call.

"Yes." Charlie said. Low, too, but more because he still struggled with his eating issues. Nick put his large hand on Charlie's forearm and squeezed. The touch definitely quelled some of Charlie's anxiety.

Nick Nelson

Later, at lunch Charlie and Nick sat alone in the arts room. Mr. Ajaye had left them alone to go eat with Mr. Farouk somewhere else. The two were eating and laughing, enjoying each others company in a moment of privacy not often found during the school day.

Their peace was ruined by the sound of stomping feet. They both jumped a bit, since the arts room was never intruded upon - even by Tao!

They spun around to find none other than Harry, Charlie's main bully for the past year. He was red-faced and puffing.

"You stupid, little nerd." He seethed.

"Harry, can you just fuck off?!" Nick barked, standing up.

"Oh, give it a toss, Nick. I know you been snogging this little queer." He sneered. "But he got me suspended, him and his annoying friend, Bao or whatever."

Charlie was flushed red, his mouth instantly dry. He was staring down at the floor.

"Harry, I'm telling you: Fuck. Off." Nick commanded.

"Fine, but this isn't over. I will get you back for this." Harry threatened.

He left, storming away and swearing. Nick approached Charlie, and gently lifted his face with a finger under his chin. He brushed Charlie's cheek with his thumb.

"Are you ok?" He asked softly.

"I am. I think I was more surprised than anything." Charlie lied. He felt hollowed out. Nick was helping fill that void, though. He was his rock, in times like this.

"He won't mess with you if he knows what is good for him." Nick said, ominously.

Charlie sincerely hoped Harry knew what was good for him. He didn't want to end up in a fight like how Tao did.

The rest of the school day passed without incident. Charlie even started to relax. Unfortunately, walking out of the front gate he was stopped by Harry and his gang of popular kids.

Harry Greene

"Oi! Gay boy!" Harry called out. Charlie pointed his gaze down and tried to pass quickly. A firm hand on his shoulder stopped him, and pulled him around. He stood inches away from Harry. He could smell his breath, that was how close he was.

"What do you want, Harry?" Charlie asked, quivering.

"I want to get even. You got me suspended, and my folks were all over my case the whole time." Harry spat. He raised a fist.

"Harry! No!" A voice yelled distantly. Charlie saw over Harry's shoulder Nick, emerging from the school, sprinting. He wasn't fast enough though. Charlie saw in a blur the pinkish-white blur of Harry's fist hurtling towards his face.

The fist never connected. Charlie felt everything slip away, like the world fell away. And then suddenly it was back, like reality just slammed back into place all around him. He was instantly disoriented though. Somehow the world had reversed, or like he had been turned 180 degrees.

He felt his jacket grabbed from behind, and his body was spun about. "I should punch your face in for that, Harry!"

Charlie blinked in confusion. What? He couldn't see Harry at all, and he was wondering why Nick yelled that into his face.

"What are you talking about, Nick?" Charlie asked. "I don't know where Harry is."

"Very funny, you ass." Nick huffed. He then shoved Charlie to the side, where he stumbled a bit, but recovered. When he turned to face Nick, he was shocked at what he saw. Nick was helping someone up... someone who looked an awful lot like Charlie did.

What the hell?

Charlie then realized something. His body felt... different. There was no hunger. He didn't feel some of his usual compulsions, the obsessions. He looked down, and flexed his fingers and hands. These nails didn't look like his, the skin was a different hue as well.

He felt a phone in his pocket, and his face unlocked it, despite it being a completely different phone from his. Flicking it to the camera, he turned the camera and pointed it to his face.

Harry Greene stared incredulously back at him. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.

TBC

Note: I added pictures to this one, breaking my rule because these characters have an established appearance in the show, and I felt these images were fitting since they aren't original characters of mine.

[ageingfangirl2]

Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

PART 10: DETECTIVES COME KNOCKING PT 2

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

It was safe to say word got around the office very quickly about your little visit, and the executives had watched the CCTV footage over and over again, proud of their receptionist handling yourself, but angry that the detectives purposely chose to come when they were absent as an intimidation ploy that failed that night.

Mikey has a reputation for being wild and chaotic, he’s also incredibly observant when it comes to loyalty. When you walk in after handling the detectives, Mikey doesn’t immediately speak — he watches you carefully, sensing the change in the air.

After a beat, Mikey’s eyes narrow with a mix of pride and approval, ‘You really did that, huh?’ his voice is soft, but there’s an unmistakable sense of admiration behind it.

You nod, almost instinctively, trying to downplay it.

Mikey chuckles softly, his trademark grin flashing for a brief moment, ‘I don’t think anyone else could’ve handled them like you did. You’ve got more guts than some of the people in this room.’

His eyes flicker toward the rest of the group, a small challenge to the others, and a clear sign that he holds you in high regard. Mikey is never one for overt praise, but his respect is clear. He looks out for his people, and after what you’ve done, he sees you as his.

‘Just remember,’ he adds, his tone shifting slightly, ‘you’re with us now. We’ve got your back, no matter what.’

Sanzu leans back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face as you walk in. He’s usually quick to tease, but this time, there’s something more sincere in his playful gaze.

‘Well, well, well,’ he says, his voice a mix of amusement and admiration, ‘look at you, all tough and untouchable. I knew you had it in you.’

You’re caught off guard by the genuine admiration in his voice, but Sanzu doesn’t let it sit for long before he adds, ‘I thought you were gonna let those detectives get under your skin, but damn…you showed them who’s boss.’

He stands up, walks over to you, and gives you an exaggerated bow, almost mocking the detectives for not seeing your strength earlier. His grin softens just for a moment, and he gives you a rare, approving wink.

‘You really surprised me. But hey, you’ve got a lot more to offer than just a pretty face,’

he chuckles as he ruffles your hair, though it’s more of a playful gesture than anything cruel, ‘Good job. You’re really making your place here. And don’t think we won’t back you up next time.’

Ran’s usually aloof and detached, but even he can’t help but admire how you handled the detectives. When you walk into the room, his sharp eyes flick to you, and for a moment, he simply assesses you.

‘You handled them well,’ Ran says, the words coming out in his typically cool, almost disinterested tone.

You quirk an eyebrow, surprised. He doesn’t elaborate, just leans back in his chair and takes a slow sip from his drink, but the approving nod he gives you says it all. Ran’s not one to show too much emotion, but his respect is unmistakable. His silent approval is enough to make you feel like she’s truly earned your place.

‘Don’t let your guard down,’ he says, his voice lower, warning her. ‘They won’t back off that easily. But if they come back, just know that we’ve got you covered.’

Rindou’s reaction is almost immediate and a bit more playful. He chuckles when he sees you walk in and notices the air of calm confidence around you.

‘Well, well, looks like we’ve got a badass on our hands,’ he grins and leans back in his seat, casually eyeing you up, ‘Didn’t think you had it in you, but damn, that was impressive.’

You give him a look, but Rindou’s expression softens just a little. Despite his teasing, there’s genuine pride in his voice.

‘You’re one of us now, for real. No one can shake you, huh?’ his smirk widens, ‘I like it. You’ve got guts, and we’ll always have your back if you need us.’

Rindou’s playful nature hides his true feelings of protectiveness, but it’s clear that you’ve earned his respect. He’s not the type to openly admit when he’s impressed, but he does it in his own way — with teasing and subtle praise.

Koko raises an eyebrow as you walk in. He doesn’t immediately say anything, but his calculating gaze never leaves you. He leans back in his chair, folding his arms, ‘You were thorough. I’ll give you that,’ his voice is smooth, and for once, it lacks the usual sharpness. ‘You really thought ahead. The alibis, the evidence, keeping them from getting a leg up… you handled that well.’

There’s a touch of pride in his tone, though he hides it under a layer of professionalism. Koko doesn’t get too emotional about things, but even he can’t help but feel a certain respect for the way you managed the situation.

‘We’ll need to keep the pressure up. They’ll come back,’ he looks at her, his eyes steady and calculating, ‘but you did well.’

Kakucho is usually calm and reserved, so when you walk in, he simply regards you with a steady, assessing gaze. He doesn’t speak immediately, but the way his gaze softens tells you everything you need to know.

‘You did well,’ Kakucho says, his voice low and calm, ‘they’re not as tough as you are. You kept your head on straight, and that’s exactly what I expect from someone in Bonten.’

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his directness, but Kakucho continues without missing a beat. His protective instinct runs deep, and he’s making it clear that he values your ability to stay strong under pressure.

‘If anything ever happens again, don’t hesitate to reach out,’ he leans back, his gaze unwavering, ‘We’ll handle it together.’

Kakucho’s words are simple, but there’s an undeniable sincerity in his tone. It’s clear that he sees you as an equal, someone he can count on just as much as anyone else in Bonten.

Takeomi doesn’t need to say much to show that he’s impressed. When you enter, he doesn’t immediately react, he just watches you with his usual calculated focus. But there’s a glimmer of approval in his eyes.

‘You’ve got a sharp mind. I’m impressed,’ he leans forward, folding his hands on the table, his tone businesslike but with a touch of warmth that’s rare for him.

‘Those detectives didn’t stand a chance. You’ve got more strategy than most of us,’ his tone is one of quiet respect, ‘You handled it better than I expected, and that’s not something I say lightly.’

Takeomi’s a man of few words, but he’s clear in his respect. He doesn’t overdo it with praise, but he’s making sure you know that he’s taken notice.

‘You’ve earned your place here. Don’t forget that.

Mochi’s eyes don’t leave you as you walk into the room. He’s seated at the far end of the table, flipping through some papers, but he’s paying attention to your every move. There’s a moment of silence as he takes you in, his gaze unreadable, but his mind processing everything that happened.

When he finally speaks, it’s in his usual calm, measured tone, but with a subtle shift, ‘I didn’t think you’d handle it like that.’

You know he’s not just talking about the detectives; he’s acknowledging the way you handled the entire situation. Your strength, your calm, and the fact that you didn’t let yourself crack under the pressure.

You give him a small smile, but his expression doesn’t change. He leans back in his chair, hands resting on the table, and says quietly, ‘You’ve got guts. Didn’t think you’d be the type to just… shut them down like that.’

Mochi doesn’t typically give compliments. But coming from him, this is as close to one as you’re going to get.

‘You’re not the weak, helpless girl you were when you first showed up,’ his voice softens just slightly, though the same protective undertone remains, ‘You’re part of the team now. Don’t forget that.’

There’s no teasing or sarcasm in his tone, no playful jabs. Mochi’s words are simple, but the meaning is clear. He sees you as someone who can stand your ground, someone worthy of being part of Bonten.

Mochi isn’t one to show his emotions openly, but he gives you a subtle nod, a signal that he’s impressed with your strength, ‘You’re not alone in this,’ he pauses, ‘If anything happens again… don’t hesitate to reach out.’

It’s a quiet offer of support, but coming from Mochi, it’s one of the most sincere things he could say. The unspoken message is clear — he’s watching your back, just like he always has with the rest of Bonten.

[aryadelvich]

Hi can you write lu x baddie reader ?

Reader somehow went on a date with him because he is cute but nothing more but then she realizes that she actually like him.

And he is nervous cause somehow he is going on a date with a baddie 🥺 he is crushing on her since the first time he saw her

Anyway you can include smut cause you write it the best lol 😫

Hiii !!! Hahah thank you for the smut compliment I’m trying my best !!! And here it is, hope you like it !!! 💚

Masterlist

Luigi Mangione x baddie Reader

You had everything going for you — the career, the health, the intelligence, the wisdom, the empathy, the confidence. An apartment in a beautiful city. The body, the hair, the clothes, the style. Everything. And you had worked hard for it. You had fought for everything you had, and you had succeeded. But there was one thing no one ever warned you about: men were intimidated by you. At first, things would start off normally, but the closer they got, the more distant they became—as if your light was too much for them to handle.

After years of being alone—and perfectly content with it—someone approached you. His name was Luigi. You had worked together once; he handled the IT department. But you lost touch after you moved to a different city for a better opportunity. You hadn't thought about him in years. Until one quiet afternoon in a small café, with your nose buried in a book, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. You turned around and looked up. There he was — smiling, his face framed by strong, familiar brows, two small beauty marks dotting his cheeks. He looked... different now. More mature. More masculine. You remembered him from your early days after university—shy, yes, but always gentle and kind. You had never really spoken to him back then. You had assumed you were too different, that you wouldn’t have anything in common. You hadn't made the effort to know him — and if you were honest, you had judged him a little.

And as you talked, you realized something: the first thing he brought up wasn’t the past—it was the book you were reading. Conversation flowed, though you could feel how nervous he was. You pretended not to notice. There were no shared memories to reminisce about. It was, in a way, the first real conversation you had ever had. Then, out of nowhere, in the middle of the conversation, he asked you out. It caught you off guard.

You hadn’t even planned to say yes to a date with him. You thought he was cute—sure—in that soft, boy-next-door kind of way. But you had men lining up for your attention, and you had learned to keep your standards high.

Yet something about Luigi’s shy smile, his awkward sincerity, had caught you off guard.

So here you were, sitting across from him at a cozy little restaurant, your legs crossed elegantly, your lip gloss catching the candlelight every time you spoke. And he was a mess. In the most endearing way possible.

He gave you a small, questioning look—seeking permission—and when you gave it, he took your hand gently and pressed a kiss to it.

"I have to admit," he said, still holding your hand lightly, "I didn’t think you’d actually show up."

"Why would you think that?" you asked, intrigued.

He gave a small laugh.

"You're... an incredibly intimidating person. The kind of charisma you have — it’s overwhelming."

"And yet," you teased, "you still had the courage to come talk to me."

"I wanted to," he said quietly. "From the first time I met you... four years ago."

"Oh..." you breathed.

"But not in a weird way!" he added quickly. "I didn’t stalk you or anything, I swear."

You smiled, amused by his nervousness.

"Don’t worry," you said. "I never saw you like that. Honestly, your kindness and your genuine nature have always impressed me."

He broke into the widest, most genuine smile you had ever seen from him.

"That's... really sweet," he said, voice slightly rough with emotion. "Coming from you, a compliment like that means the world."

He fidgeted with the edge of his napkin, sneaking glances at you like he couldn’t believe you, admiring your face. You noticed the way his ears turned pink every time you leaned forward, the way he stumbled over his words whenever your knee brushed his under the table. You were used to men being cocky, rehearsed. But Luigi was nervous. Because of you. It was flattering and… it was adorable. Somewhere between the appetizers and dessert, you realized you were smiling more than you had in months. You realized that you weren’t pretending to laugh, he was actually funny. You realized that every time he looked at you, it wasn’t with hunger or arrogance, but with pure, stunned admiration. He’s nice.

By the time you walked out of the restaurant, the air was crisp. He offered you his jacket without thinking and blushed furiously when you accepted it, draping it over your shoulders. He walked you to your apartment, hands stuffed in his pockets, stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye. You turned to him before getting in.

"Luigi," you said, voice soft.

He looked up, startled by how sweet his name sounded on your lips. You both spoke at once, cutting each other off mid-sentence. Luigi gave you a small, sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I interrupted you. please, go ahead," he said softly.

You shook your head, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"No, I interrupted you. You first," you replied, secretly dying to hear what he was about to say.

He hesitated for a second, then smiled, his voice warm.

"I had a really good time tonight." He smiled, shy and overwhelmed.

"Me too.”

You stepped closer, close enough to smell his cologne, something him. His breath caught.

"You’re cute when you're nervous," you teased.

And before he could respond, you tilted your head and kissed him, just a soft, lingering brush of your lips against his. He froze for a second, stunned. Then he kissed you back, hesitant at first, then deeper, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. The jacket slipped from your shoulders as your hands slid up his chest, feeling the muscles hidden beneath his shirt. He tasted like mint and a little bit of wine, and you couldn't get enough. When you finally pulled away, his eyes were half-lidded, dazed.

"You wanna come over?" you whispered, your fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. He swallowed hard.

"Y-Yeah," he breathed. "I mean yes, if you’re okay with that”

You barely made it through your front door before you were all over each other. He kissed you like he had been starving for you, hands trembling slightly as they roamed your body. You pushed him onto your couch, straddling him with a smirk. He groaned when you kissed down his neck, his hands finding your hips, gripping you like he couldn't believe this happening. His shirt over his head, your dress slipping down your curves. He stared at you with admiration, hands reverent as they explored every inch of exposed skin.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered against your collarbone, voice raw with awe.

You guided his hands, showing him what you liked — slow at first, letting him savor you, then faster, more desperate. He was eager, willing to learn everything that made you moan, that made you shiver. And when you finally took him in, he whimpered your name, clutching your waist like he never wanted to let go. You rode him slowly at first, teasing, until he was begging for more. Hard, fast, passionate — until you both fell apart in each other’s arms, trembling. Later, tangled up in your sheets, he traced lazy patterns on your bare back, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

"I can't believe you're real," he murmured.

“I’m impressed… you’re too good..”

“Me too, you’re more than what I thought, naughty girl…”

You smiled into the pillow.

Maybe neither could you.

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[coichii]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ── skz and what song they wrote for you

—(🎧)—> Straykids headcanons for they song they wrote for you

pairing -OT8 SKZ (seperate) ♥︎ fem!reader

genre - fluff & angst

word count - 0.6k (combined)

warnings - angst, insecurities regarding looks briefly mentioned and mostly implied, and sexual innuendos in felix’s

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [방찬] bang chan

youtiful. got the idea for the song one night he saw you crying. the sight of you breaking down into a messy puddle of tears in front of the mirror is a sight that is tattooed in Chans memory for life. every word he comforted you with was sincere, and every sentence he wrote for that song was too (and from his hidden vows sheet). you’re just too beautiful for him to let you think of yourself as anything less.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [민호] minho

for you. wrote this when you were going through a bit of a dark time. minho struggled to find the words he wanted to say to you. after all, seeing you look so distant broke him in ways he couldn’t express. so, he took to writing a song to find out how to console you and make you feel whole again. it worked like a charm, and the feeling of you feeling better over something like him writing a song for you warmed his heart for days.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [창빈] changbin

sorry, i love you. this was written when he first started crushing on you. you two had been best friends since before he can even remember, crushing on you just felt to wrong yet so right. he felt like he was ruining your friendship by just being in your presence, blushing at every word you said. it wasn’t until you shyly confessed to him that he saw able to see his feelings were right all along.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [현진] hyunjin

wow. wrote this when he met you for the first time. “wow” was his literal reaction. he was absolutely stunned by your beauty, personality, and everything in between. when it published, you had no idea it was about you until he revealed it when he was confessing to you. you were flustered, obviously, denying what was stated in the song, something Hyunjin never understood. how couldn’t you see how pretty you really were when you looked like that?

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [지성] jisung

hold my hand. this idea sparked in his head one random tuesday night when you two were cuddling. while you were peacefully snoring in deep sleep, han was clutching your waist. he doesn’t know what it was, but something that night gave him the feeling to vow that he’ll never let anything happen to you expect for you being happy. maybe it was how peaceful you looked, but after that night, he didn’t want to live for anything but you and your happiness.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [펠릭스] felix

taste. yeah, he was freaked out when he wrote this song. got the ideas for the lyrics after you know what. swears every word is written with love not lust when you find the lyrics written in a tiny notebook on his desk, blushing profusely as you giggle and console him. he’s not bluffing though, every line, word, and letter as written from a piece of his heart that he gains every time he makes love with you.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [승민] seungmin

my universe. wrote this after an argument with you. it wasn’t that serious, but he felt the weight crushing on his heart. even after the argument was over and you two made up, the feeling that he made you upset even for a second hurt him a lot. made you this song as a sorry, and even though you didn’t need it, you graciously thanked him and pressed kisses all over his blushing cheeks.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── [정인] jeongin

hug me. got the idea for this song from something changbin asked him one day. “why do you not let us touch you but you cling to y/n?” it was a genuine question, one that stuck with him all the way until he got home where he immediately ran to your arms. when he was laying with you, it felt like all his worries were melting away. just from a simple touch. that’s when he knew he didn’t hate psychical touch, he just hated it from anyone that wasn’t you.

[fleurriee]

can you write a fluff/maybe slight angst with fem!reader who is insecure about not being very curvy/doesn’t have a large chest and spencer helps her feel better about it?

pairings ; spencer reid x fem!reader

synopsis ; spencer reassures your insecurities.

themes ; slight angst, fluff, insecure!reader, established relationship

You tugged at your shirt for the third time that morning, your fingers fidgeting with the hem like it was stitched from uncertainty. The fabric clung awkwardly — or at least, it felt like it did. No matter how many times you adjusted it, the mirror didn’t reflect anything new. Just… you. And today, that didn’t feel like enough.

“I just… don’t really fill things out like other girls do,” you muttered under your breath, eyes barely meeting your reflection.

Behind you, the soft rustle of pages stopped.

Spencer looked up from the couch, his book resting forgotten in his lap. His brows pinched together, that familiar crease of concern appearing between them. “Come here,” he said gently.

You hesitated, unsure if you really wanted to be seen right now — especially by him. But there was something about his voice — soft, safe — that drew you in like a magnet.

You shuffled across the room and stood in front of him, arms crossed protectively over your chest. He reached out without hesitation, taking your hands in his. His thumbs began tracing slow, deliberate circles over your wrists, grounding you with just a touch.

“What brought this on?” he asked softly.

You shrugged, eyes dropping to your feet. ���Just been noticing things — online, mostly. People talk like you’re only desirable if you have curves, if you look a certain way. And, I just… don’t.”

Spencer was quiet for a moment, but not in a way that felt dismissive. He was thinking — carefully, intentionally, like he always did.

“You know I memorize things, right?” he finally said, his voice warm but serious.

You blinked, unsure where he was going with that. “Yeah…?”

“I’ve read over ten thousand books. I can tell you the square mileage of every U.S. state. I know exactly how many freckles you have on your left shoulder.”

Your head lifted at that, brows knitting. “You do?”

He smiled, just barely. “Thirty-four. I’ve counted. Twice.”

You huffed a breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. He gently pulled you down to sit beside him, his arm wrapping around your waist like it belonged there.

“I notice everything about you,” he said. “Not just your body, but how you hum when you’re thinking, how you curl your fingers under your chin when you’re reading, how you always check to make sure I’m okay, even when you’re the one who’s hurting.”

You leaned into him without thinking, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Beauty isn’t one thing,” he continued. “It’s not a checklist, not a set of measurements. It’s not how you compare to someone else — it’s how you exist in the world. And you — you — are beautiful in a thousand quiet ways.”

“But —” you started, still half-heartedly clinging to that knot of insecurity.

He turned to you, gently placing a hand against your cheek. “I love you because of all the things I feel when I’m with you, not because of how your body looks in a shirt.” His thumb brushed against your cheekbone. “But if we’re being honest, I do think you’re stunning, exactly as you are. I wouldn’t change a single part of you.”

You felt a tightness in your chest loosen just a little, like maybe you’d been holding your breath for longer than you realized. You looked up at him — at those sincere, coffee-colored eyes that saw you so clearly.

“You really mean that?” you whispered.

He nodded. “Of course I do. I’ve never said anything I meant more.”

You leaned into him fully now, his arms wrapping around you with practiced ease. There was something sacred about the way Spencer held you — like you were something rare and delicate, but never fragile. Like he knew exactly where the cracks were and loved you more for them.

“I know it’s hard,” he murmured into your hair. “This world can make you feel like you’re supposed to look a certain way. But if you ever forget how worthy you are, let me remind you, as many times as it takes.”

You smiled into his chest, the weight on your shoulders just a little lighter now.

“Okay,” you whispered. “You’re allowed to remind me forever, if you want.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, letting his lips linger there for a beat. “Good. Because I was planning on it.”

[shizunfanboy]

okay well you guys loved the sect leader shen yuan au? and i didn't even say that much about it how hungry are you guys for new content. teasing

but! i was thinking....

he gets transmigrated into the sect leader after the sect leader had a mysterious qi deviation. at first, he's like " oh ok. this is chill. " because! in PIDW, yue qingyuan barely does anything. shen yuan just needs to laze around... but in actuality, he has SO MUCH PAPER WORK. he is STRESSED. shen jiu immediately clocks something as wrong because? yue qingyuan always has a sincere smile but this guy can barely keep appearances up.

hair is disheveled, robes are barely on properly, and its like hes always lost. shen jiu corners him one day and interrogates him, but "yue qingyuan" just WON'T BREAK. but thats also when shen yuans system finally gives him the main mission, after so many little ones.

[save the scum villain!]

[wings-of-ink]

Checking in - Author Updates - Quick Poll

Hello all! I hope you are all doing well!

I wanted to check-in. I don't have a ton to say on development, just wanted to keep you in the loop on where I am at personally since it tends to affect production speed. I also have a question for you at the bottom.

As I've posted about before, this year has brought about some challenges for me. There aren't a ton of good developments on that front, and my job is being...difficult. The (technical) good news is that I am still employed, but some days I wish I weren't. (I'd much rather be writing IFs, lol.) There is still uncertainty about the future of my job because it is at the mercy of the whims of my government. But what is more pressing currently is that my employer has opted to treat its employees worse (let me tell you, this is a feat because they've never really treated us well), by making our lives and jobs harder. I've made some "worst-case scenario" plans to prepare, so I'm just getting by one day at a time. Oh...and I also have needed to work overtime again, so that's another time suck there. Ugh. In May, I'm taking a couple days of off for me to rest.

In more recent news, I am doing physical therapy...yippy! In recent months I have struggled with my right shoulder. I assumed it was one of those "you're in your late 30s" pains, and I just dealt with it. Don't do that, by the way. I have a very bad habit of just doing with little regard for pain and discomfort. But, it got difficult to hug without pain, and nothing messes with my huggin'. We really don't know what is wrong with my shoulder/arm, but I'm doing virtual (oooh shiny) PT (not the Silent Hill variety) to hopefully correct the issue. If I don't see results, I will need expensive tests and scans. No worries currently, though, I don't think this will slow me down much at all. I can still write and I don't experience any discomfort when I do.

I'm also still working on a coding class, which is self-paced, but I'm sticking to a lesson schedule to make sure I get it done. I would really love to be able to make improvements of my own to GC or even make my own Twine Template someday.

So, in more fun development news, Chapter 6 is growing steadily. And so is Chapter 5, technically. If you missed it, check out this Tumblr ask where I talk a bit about that. The ask and answer contain some slight spoilers for Ch 5 & 6, but nothing too specific.

Chapter 5 is up by a bit over 1500 words, if you're curious, and Chapter 6 is up to over 69k words. I am wrapping up a big moment for Zahn, which might be a bit heavy. After that, there's a more fun moment, which will present a few coding challenges for me, but I'm looking forward to it. *rubs hands together like housefly*

Finally, I have a question for subscribers or those who may want to sub in the future. I find myself wondering what else to post about at times. Especially when I have inordinately busy weeks, I just can't think of things that you may want to see other than peeks at the chapter. I sincerely wish I had more time to add more projects. I have so many ideas kicking around in my head...

So, I was wondering if you were interested in seeing things other than God-Cursed that I have worked on. These would be things that may or may not become much of anything later, so I wasn't sure if there would be much pull to see them (or if it would just be a cruel tease, lol). I have an incomplete IF that I did to help me learn Twine a couple of years ago. I used it to just get acquainted because I am very much a hands-on learner. It's a humorous and simple story (loosely) based on an actual time in my personal life. I have debated about finishing it. I have a couple of others as well where I was playing with a story idea to see how it felt. I also have a complete romance novel which I am slowly editing for publication.

Patreon, Ko-fi links if you want them.

So that's all for me. If anything big happens, I will let you know! ^_^

Take care, everyone!

~Lunan

[luvs4matt]

i can’t believe that something like this needs to be addressed, but this behavior is completely unacceptable. (mentions of slurs, and tripouts🤮)

i have noticed recently that multiple people on this app openly use slurs, i believe that even if you can reclaim a slur, you shouldn’t say the slur publicly considering it could offend many people.

slurs aren’t just silly little words you throw around, they are offensive more times than less, especially the r slur. anybody with half a brain would understand that, but clearly some people don’t even have that to think it is okay.

ableism isn’t funny. it is not something you should support. hold accountability for people using slurs. stop giving excuses for you using a slur and stop defending your favorite writers for using slurs.

this post isn’t directed at tripouts, but now i would like to get into them doing this.

this is not a funny little moment from your gc, this is your gc using an extremely offensive slur for the second? third time. people have repeatedly defended you guys for it, so thought you could get away with it.

you are not sorry. you have not once been sorry and it really shows that this joke of an apology didn’t mean anything because you used a MEME with the “apology” and group members have already been making excuses (as shown below)

being able to reclaim the slur is not an excuse to use it in an offensive way. one member also said that they had no issue with the person saying it because it did not offend them personally (for context, the person who said the slur could not reclaim it).

this gc is mean. this gc is hypocritical. this gc is nothing but entitled little girls who let their tumblr followers get to there heads. you can not make excuses for this behavior. you have made excuses for using other slurs, you have made excuses for being mean girls, you have made excuses for harassment. people on this app encouraging all of their behaviors and supporting it is why they believed they could do this and have 0 repercussions.

stop supporting all of these rude and disgusting behaviors, if you choose to continue supporting them after this, or this behavior in general, please block me, unfollow me, all of the above. i could not give less of a fuck how many followers i have so losing some after this will not effect me in the littlest bit.

you can not be “sincerely sorry”, but then “defend” yourselves about it and make excuses. (pointing at you r and g)

YOU ARE WEIRD AND DISGUSTING PEOPLE. OWN UP TO YOUR BEHAVIOR AND STOP MAKING EXCUSES.

this was of their “apology” btw