#Wow that set list is brutal

[jeanscowgirl]

don't try this at home.

toji fushiguro x reader, modern au, toji has the same job, reader should NOT be doing this, toji fushiguro x widow!reader

warnings: smut, mentions of death, mentions of exes, mentions of murder, modern au, fingering, oral b!receiving, penetration, hair pulling, brat reader for a second, dom! toji, idk what else, this is kind of crazy

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You didn’t wanna get back into the dating scene after your husband was brutally murdered. The case was never solved. you never found out who took away the love of your life.

Your friends badgered you about going out and meeting guys, you just couldn’t fathom the idea of it. Which led one of your friends to create a dating profile FOR you.

They set up the entire Tinder profile for you adding whatever pictures they thought looked the best. According to them you got a few matches but you didn’t care. You wanted nothing to do with it.

Until…

One night, you had just gotten home from being out with your friends. You were drunk. So, you logged into the Tinder account using the email and password your friends had given you.

There were a few messages, all weird pick up lines that you didn’t care to answer. You scrolled through your matches, wondering why your friends would even swipe right on some of these guys. Then, a new message appeared.

Toji Wow, you’re gorgeous sweetheart

You cringed at the nickname. You don’t even know this guy. But, you were drunk so you decided to entertain him.

Y/n Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself.

You clicked on his profile.

He was not bad at all. He was gorgeous. Black hair, great body, tall. The list could go on.

Another message.

Toji What’re you up to?

You responded to the message, and kept responding. You didn’t want to admit it but you really were enjoying talking to him.

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After about a week of talking to Toji, he had asked you on a date. You thought about it, you really did. But, you still couldn’t bring yourself to say yes.

That didn’t stop him though. He continued to talk to you every day. He seemed to genuinely care, he seemed really interested.

Another week or two later, Toji asked again.

You agreed.

You both decided on a casual restaurant, nothing too fancy. You wore jeans and a nice shirt, cute but comfy.

You were terribly nervous, you hadn’t done anything like this since the death of your husband. But, it had been three years and maybe it was time to explore just a little bit.

When you arrived, you saw him sitting at a table already. He was even more attractive in person.

You sat down, introduced yourself and then you both immediately hit it off.

He was funny, kind of blunt, and super flirty.

You both asked questions about each other and the date was going well. Then you decided to be a mood killer, “I should probably tell you just before you get too comfortable, I’m a widow. My husband was killed three years ago,”

Toji kind of stared blankly, “Oh. I- Uh,”

“Wow, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even brought that up. I just wanted to warn you,” Punching yourself internally for bringing that up on the first date.

“No, no. I’m sorry for your loss, what was his name?” Toji asked.

“Alec Kylan”

Toji dropped his fork and just stared at you.

You stared back, confused at his reaction, “Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m sorry. That must’ve been hard to deal with.” Toji manages to get out.

Unbeknownst to you, you had just named one of the many people Toji had been sent to kill.

He didn’t tell you that though. He just continued on with your date as usual.

The date went well before you decided to go your separate ways for the night, both agreeing to go on a second date soon.

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A few weeks and a few dates later, you’re sitting on Toji’s couch in his apartment.

You’re cuddled up next to him in shorts and a t-shirt. Some show is on the TV, you’re barely paying attention.

Tojis hand is on your thigh, just caressing you. You’re getting turned on by this simple touch and Toji takes notice of your slight squirming.

He moves his hand closer up your thigh, to the hem of your shorts. He tugs at them and looks at you, asking for permission to take them off.

You look up at him and give him a nod. Instead of proceeding though, he chuckles and stands up.

He reaches a hand out to you, and as you go to grab it, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder.

With one arm wrapped around your torso, he carries you to his bedroom and throws you onto his bed. Yes, throws you.

“Take em’ off”

You don’t listen.

He scoffs, “Alright have it your way.”

He takes off the shirt that was hugging his muscles perfectly to reveal the most built body you have ever seen. He climbs on top of you, hovering.

He leans down to start kissing down your neck while messing with the t-shirt you refused to take off. With no warning, he bites down on your neck softly, definitely leaving a mark. The sudden feeling causes you to let out a small whimper which makes him smile against your skin.

He lifts up your shirt, “No bra? Knew you were gonna want this,” pulling it off of you completely.

Staring at your bare chest for maybe a second, he leans down to start kissing you all over again.

Starting at your boobs going all the way down your stomach. He finally reaches the waistband of your shorts. And with no warning, he takes them off in one motion.

Toji’s mouth immediately on your pussy, wasting no time. Eating you out like he has never eaten a meal in his life.

“F-fuck Toji calm down!”

This makes Toji do the exact opposite. He plays with your tits with one hand and with the other, he inserts two fingers into you.

“Oh my god, please”

He doesn’t slow down. He is pumping his fingers into you at an insane pace. You’re almost crying from the pleasure.

He pinches your nipples earning another moan out of you.

Sucking your clit and still fingering you, you were on the verge of cumming, and it's almost like Toji knew.

“Toji, please I-”

He pulls his fingers out, “Not yet, doll” He puts the same fingers into his mouth, licking off your juices.

You can see his bulge through the grey sweatpants he’s still wearing. He takes notice of this and slightly laughs, taking them off. His cock is huge, bigger than you were expecting.

He’s standing up but points to the ground, “Come here,”

You don’t listen. Again. Strike 2.

He grabs you by the hair and forces you to look him in the eyes, “Come on, don’t be a brat sweetheart,”

He lets go, and tries again.

You kneel in front of him, “Suck,”

You spit on his cock before putting it into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, you’re good at this,” he moans.

He grabs the back of your head, but doesn’t push.

You take more of him, moaning around his dick.

“Good girl, fuck you’re so good,”

His hands in your hair, this time he does push, making you gag, but that just turns him on even more.

Controlling your movements from the back of your head, moaning more profanities at you.

“Nnngh- I’m gonna fuck- Im gonna cum baby,”

And he does, in your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You do.

“Good girl, get back on the bed.”

You listen again.

He flips you over, your back facing him.

He’s holding your hips, rubbing up and down the sides of your body. You’re getting antsy though. You try to scoot back into him, hoping to get what you want.

SMACK

“Wow, needy slut huh? Can’t go a few minutes without something inside ya?”

Another, SMACK

“Was just tryna appreciate your body Ma. So fucking impatient,” And with no warning at all, he slams his cock into you.

“FUCK!”

“Yeah? You asked for that doll, sorry”

He is fucking you so good, you have never been fucked so good.

Nope, not even by your late husband.

“Damn sweetheart, pussy was made for me and me alone,”

His cock is stretching you out. He’s hitting your cervix. He is doing everything right.

“Toji, you feel so good, please,”

“Please what baby?”

You’re a whimpering, moaning mess.

“H-harder,” You say in between broken sobs

He listens.

He starts pounding into you at an inhumane pace. You can’t take it.

He pulls your hair back, forcing you to look at him.

“Who’s fucking you so good, huh?”

“Y-you T-toji!”

“That's right Ma, not that silly ex husband of yours right?”

“N-no!”

That was odd to say…

He lets go of your hair, your face no longer looking at his.

“That's why I killed that son of a bitch.” He mutters under his breath.

You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. He was fucking you too good for you to notice. Besides, he couldn’t have been the killer…right?

It doesn’t matter, you can’t think. Toji is pounding into you so hard, you can’t think straight.

“T-toji, I ah think I’m getting close,”

“Cum for me sweetheart,”

And you do, you cum so hard, the best orgasm you maybe ever have had.

Coming down from your high, Toji pulls out of you gently.

He grabs a towel to clean the both of you off.

“Toji, what was that you said uh a few minutes ago?”

He continues wiping the both of you, “What do you mean?”

“Uh, did you say something about my ex husband?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about doll,”

He lies down next to you, kisses your forehead, opens his arms for you to lie in them, and then quickly falls asleep.

You had no idea you had just been fucked by and now lying in the arms of the same man who killed your husband.

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

medialog april 2k25

ok first of all i just want to say that a few years ago i decided i would start always counting months monday to sunday, four weeks with a few fives, and this year april was a 5-week month, so this is actually not late and also that’s why thunderbolts, a movie i saw on may 4th, is on my april list (because i am a crazy person). ok anyway

books

toni morrison, playing in the dark: whiteness and the literary imagination — obviously great, but what i appreciated most about it was the way that morrison takes pains to clarify that her present interest is in the literary uses of blackness in american literature — its place in the toolbox of american writers — separate from the question of whether or not such and such author/book “is” racist. i am similarly very interest in projects that explore this kind of question from a formal, aesthetic perspective, which is not to say a depoliticized one but to observe that politics makes it known formally and aesthetically as much as it does didactically. there are much more interesting things to say about this stuff than “that’s racist” even though the existence of this phenomenon is of course inseparable from racism.

jennette mccurdy, i’m glad my mother is dead — as good as you’ve heard, and then some. often genuinely quite brutal to read, but told with a clarity and lightness (sometimes even a bracing and dark sense of humor!) that speaks both to what must have been enormous psychoemotional work on mccurdy’s part and to a real command of what she wants to say, which is in some ways the most moving aspect of the book—she talks about writing being a desire authentic to her, one her mother stifled, and it’s really gratifying to see proof in the book you’re reading that she’s good at it. she’s really deft with what details to include, and with the way that she writes her own present-tense first-person perspective in a way that never outpaces her own understanding at a given point in the narrative but still makes it unmistakable for the reader exactly what’s going on. also contains some of the most unflinching writing about EDs — across the spectrum — that i’ve read.

f. scott fitzgerald, tender is the night — i’ve said my piece on this already but: changed me as a person, forged me as a writer, the most gorgeously written book in the english language, weirder and more complicated and funnier than i remember every time i go back to it, never fails to move me profoundly in the closing sequence

suzanne collins, sunrise on the reaping — i just like the hunger games… i think objectively this is probably the weakest of the series because it’s basically the same as the first book but while haymitch is quite lovable especially given the affection readers will bring from his role in the OG trilogy, and while collins’s knack for sketching instantly memorable and likable characters that it’s really fucked up to watch die remains intact, there is just no competing with katniss, as perfectly constructed a protagonist as children’s lit has ever seen. but i read it in like three days and it was so sad and fucked up it almost made my tummy hurt (there’s one scene in particular i have to imagine will be toned down for the screen adaptation…) and the post-series epilogue made me cry for real lmao.

elif batuman, the idiot — i guess this book does what it sets out to do but wow i just could not care about this person or the “events” that “happened” (generous use of the words) at any point in this book at all. i actually also finished this one in three days but it was because i was so bored that i couldn’t bear the idea of waking up over and over in a world where i still had more of this book to read. i just didn’t care about anyone or anything or find the prose or scenes pleasurable in any way except for like 3 times one of which was that really funny line about eating a baguette where she’s like “the baguette required ear muscles i had lost in two million years of evolution,” that was great. but overall i was just not on the wavelength. i also was very annoyed by batuman’s use of repetition for comedic (...?) effect / pseudonaturalism (...?)... i didn’t find it funny or convincing and i noticed it really early so it just felt like a tic and every time she did it again i was like ENOUGH ALREADY.

david carr, the night of the gun: a reporter investigates the darkest story of his life. his own. — i like addiction memoirs because i have always felt a very profound “there but for the grace of god go i” resonance with substance abuse and i tend to find them oddly relatable despite never being even a moderately heavy user of literally anything. i also like stuff about the unreliability of memory. so i was the target demo for this book more or less and my review should not be taken as objective, but i thought this was pretty great. two anecdotes that sort of boil down this book’s deal: (1) there’s a part early on where he says something like “would you like my story if i said i was a fat thug who dealt bad coke and beat women? what if i said i was a father of two in recovery who had gotten sober to raise my twin girls? well both are true, so.” (2) the incident that spurred him into final rehab/full sobriety* for real was not the birth of his twin daughters but the night he left them in the backseat of the car to go get cocaine… which he remembered as both taking place shortly after their spring births and being cold enough to dress them in their snowsuits, a contradiction resolved when his brother reminded him he had in fact spent several months shooting cocaine while theoretically being a father. (*asterisk because this also includes, unusually in recovery memoirs, a section about his later relapse into alcoholism.) if that sounds like a guy you want to read a book about you’d probably like it too!

charles king, every valley: the desperate lives and troubled times that made handel’s messiah — this is one of those books that sort of uses one thing as a hook to take us on a little historical tour, in this case messiah acting as the excuse to lead us around 18th century england (mostly), its deranged political climate, its mix of enlightenment philosophy and often miserable living conditions sprinkled with steady outbursts of violence, its theater scene (including a truly bananas series of events surrounding suzannah arne, who makes her way in because she was one of the soloists in the first performances of messiah). i don’t care too much about this period in this place and i did kinda want a slightly deeper dive into messiah itself, but i had fun. i particularly appreciated the inclusion of the story of ayuba diallo, an educated and wealthy west african who got kidnapped into slavery on the way to doing some slave trading of his own and somehow talked his way out of it, becoming a bit of a british curiosity before heading home, no more antislavery than he left but having talked the royal african company into offering a ransom option for enslaved muslims… fascinating stuff.

george eliot, silas marner — i just feel like maybe no one has ever understood human psychology and behavior better than eliot did… this book is quite short (less than 200 pages) and its length and the clockwork nature of its plot give it the feel of a fable or a parable, but it’s so astonishingly dense with how many observations about the ways people can be she works into her sweet little story of redemption. she’s just such a warm, funny, wise narrator, it’s wonderful to be allowed to see the world the way she sees it… and it’s crazy that this book is a century and a half old, describing a world old-fashioned by the time it was published, and soooo many little moments, reactions, etc. feel so timeless and modern and fresh… like dolly telling silas “oh don’t bother to buy her baby clothes, she’ll outgrow them right away, i have some hand-me-downs you can use,” a conversation probably happening all over the world right now. this book also has some of the best writing i’ve ever seen about how great it is to hang out with a baby… at one point the baby pouts for her shoes to be removed and then after silas takes them off “baby was at once happily occupied with the primary mystery of her own toes, inviting silas, with much chuckling, to consider the mystery too.” like… that’s so real… babies literally do love to ponder the mystery of their own toes…!

george saunders, tenth of december — HELL YEAH FUCKIN RIGHT!!! finally i came across a story collection i actively enjoyed reading… saunders is weird and inventive and fun and funny and interestingly moralistic (not a criticism), and really above all i just loved reading his voice, i would have let him take me anywhere. i think my favorite story was the collection opener “victory lap,” which introduces to a pollyanna-ish young girl and then has her get child abducted… but is not remotely a story about how her sunny worldview is proven wrong. i was really pleased and moved by that. but honestly i enjoyed reading every story in the book. great stuff! wonderful times!

jenny offill, dept. of speculation — this was alright. i thought the writing was pretty good and i basically enjoyed it on a sentence level — it’s a novel told in short little bursts of prose, not even vignettes really, some almost aphoristic, and some of these were real knockouts in terms of being poignant or unexpected or funny. and i more or less liked reading the day to day observational stuff, the chapter about the actual horror of bedbugs, the early parenting material… unfortunately i was not compelled at all by the actual plot, which hinges on the disruption and subsequent repair of the marriage after the husband’s affair… some of my best friends are adultery novels but this one made me feel like the people who complain they are tired of litfic about professors and affairs (the protagonist is a writer/creative writing professor which… also a hard sell tbh. this is just not as interesting as writers want it to be). it also really had me like… man, the standards for men are so low it’s crazy… he fucks some girl at work or whatever and then we never like actually see him putting in any effort whatsoever into fixing things, we’re told she has to drag everything out of him in couples therapy, and then the thing that fixes it is they move out of brooklyn to the country…? girl stand up… i just did not buy the emotional resolution of this story at all even a little bit and i truly feel like to do so you have to have internalized a certain psychological weight and depth to the concept of “marriage” which is inseparable from having the most minimal emotional standards in the world for men. all that said i did find the format creatively/artistically stimulating to think about and potentially useful to tuck away thoughts about for the future.

david grann, killers of the flower moon: the osage murders and the birth of the FBI — this was really good and also (appropriately) incredibly upsetting. grann is a clean and thoughtful writer and he tells an incredibly compelling narrative about a series of acts beyond comprehension in the depth of their evil. he also makes a point of citing osage historians & writers repeatedly, which i appreciated. i always feel guilty about finding the investigative/procedural side of stuff fascinating but well… it was…. as was the stuff about hoover’s reforms & ambitions and the case’s role as early PR buzz for the FBI (including an episode of their radio show about it… yikes!). what is most devastating is what the final portion of the book is dedicated to, which is the reality that after william hale was convicted, the FBI considered the case closed even though hale had not been conclusively linked to all 24 victims of the “reign of terror”… grann traces how his own attempt to learn more from the record about one of the potentially unsolved cases leads to the realization that the scope of white people killing osage indians for their oil money certainly extends far beyond those 24 names, and he does such a good job of articulating the psychic toll that takes on a community for generations that i had to put the last couple chapters down a few times to take some breaths.

movies

the long kiss goodnight - this is a very weird and badly directed movie where geena davis plays an amnesiac who has hired samuel l. jackson to investigate her past and then it turns out she is a CIA agent which makes this the second movie i have seen where brian cox plays a fed in charge of an amnesiac assassin for the US government… i’d only have two nickels etc. the thing that really sinks this i think is that the director just does not understand shane black’s sense of humor at all or have the mastery necessary to walk the tonal tightrope necessitated by the script… but its badness does highlight how fun it is to watch jackson do anything

vanilla sky - weird movie but weird in a way where it’s like a strange high-concept premise with a deliberately confusing middle portion but it’s directed by cameron crowe who’s like the least weird man alive so it’s very normal feeling in a way that feels at odds with its central project…? bold to cast tom cruise at his peak and hide his face under a weird serial killer mask or post-car-crash disfigurement make-up for much of the runtime… his hair looks incredible and also freakishly like that of squall from final fantasy viii. i guess it was fine

companion - please put yellowjackets out of its misery after season 4 so sophie thatcher can go make a million silly horror movies for me to see her in <3 her AND harvey guillén, with a surprise jaboukie appearance? incredibly star-studded cast for the niche demographic of people who live in my apartment. don’t expect it to be any smarter than it needs to be but i had a lot of fun!

jack reacher - tom cruise… i actually don’t know how to classify this. i was going to say spy movie but it’s not really that… there’s some action but it’s not an action movie… but it’s too action heavy to be a legal thriller… i guess just a regular thriller? ish? rosamund pike… honestly might have been miscast but i love watching her so i don’t really mind. one time the mission impossible podcast guys said something about how mcquarrie lights skin in rogue nation and i did find myself watching this thinking everyone’s skin looks great (not great like “great skin” great like “i like the way you put this skin on screen” oh my god that sounds like serial killer language w/e you know what i mean)

the usual suspects - i wanted to watch this mostly because i’m so fascinated by the fac that christopher mcquarrie won an oscar for this screenplay and then couldn’t get a movie made for eight years and now he’s professionally tom cruise’s director more or less. ummm it was alright. the twist was spoiled for me by the key and peele cat poster sketch years ago but was still fun to watch. benicio del toro is sooooo good in every second he’s on screen i needed 300% more of him

high school musical 2 - this movie is crazy lmao the “we spent more than twelve dollars on it this time” vibes are off the charts both in the general look of the movie (which is clearly still a disney channel movie but like… a way more expensive one) and the choreo/group numbers, which have been beefed the fuck UP. the gay brother plays a piano in a pool??? watched this as the first one kinda sotned with one friend who was a fellow novice and two younger millennial friends who sang along with every song except the crazy fake hawaiian racist ashley tisdale number in the middle which they had completely blocked from memory. 10/10 viewing experience no notes

sinners - SLAAAAAPPED. really beautiful to look at for almost the whole time, insanely well-acted, creative and clever and, can’t emphasize this enough, so much more historically grounded than a hollywood product almost ever is… there’s like actual ideas here and they’re connected to reality and they’re expressed in interesting and compelling ways through the metaphorical valence of a pretty sick-ass vampire movie. the final fight scene is a little weak compared to everything else and there were a few points where i was like “ok i get it”... but i really fucking loved living in the world of this movie.

thunderbolts - idk guys… this one really worked for me… i loved bucky as like everybody else’s trauma elder… i loved every single thing florence pugh did in this film… i loved lewis pullman’s twitchy pathetic wet cat vibe and the concept of a character in a superhero movie whose whole deal is that he is seriously, actually incredibly unwell… the yelena/red guardian family stuff here worked way better than it did in black widow (one scene made me cry lol)… no laser lightning fights at ALL… they went as unflashy as possible with some of the effects in ways that made them actually much more effective… unbelievably funny gag in the ending credits art… JLD funny… geraldine viswanathan there??? but also all i ever wanted from these dumbass movies was for them to use silly superhero stuff to tell unsubtle stories about big human feelings and this one marries the content and theme about as well as the MCU’s ever done it, IMO, and definitely the best since before endgame. again there’s a reason despite falling very out of love with the MCU i have never changed my icon on this, a blog i started because i couldn’t shut the fuck up about bucky barnes, so i am not an objective observer here… but i had a great time at the movies

television

the white lotus (s3) - i’m like the only person on earth who hated s2 and therefore had zero expectations going into s3 and so i sort of agree with all the complaints that boil down to “this show is kind of dumb” but didn’t actually mind any of the dumbness at any time. public act of service IMO to introduce gen z to parker posey

yellowjackets (s3) - it’s actually crazy how fucking shitty and bad and stupid and horrible and inane and dumb this season of television was considering how much i loved the show before… like i’ve just never seen anything like it some of the all-time worst writing in the history of the screen. unbelievably bad. surreally bad.

daredevil: born again (s1) - idk fine i guess? reminded me that i did always find charlie cox as matt murdock a really charming performance but in a way where i wished he was in a show i liked rather than one that was… fine. i never made it past season 1 of the netflix series but well it wasn’t homework for two separate ringer podcasts back then so i’ll probably tune in for s2 to access that sweet sweet Content

currently watching: andor, which it turns out everyone on earth correctly identified as Good Actually; we picked up cheers as a chillout sitcom watch and it really makes going to work in a bar where you and your boss sexually harass each other all day look sooooooo appealing

music

had an off month for music bc i started feeling overstimulated generally and couldn’t listen to any music at all for a while and then my phone broke… so not a lot of albums this month. but i have a bunch loaded on to a playlist and am tentatively optimistic about resuming my albums era! (finding my bluetooth headphones would help though.) this month’s single is this gorgeous track by debby friday which starts out light and trancey and goes in a sort of caroline-polacheck-remix-of-everything-is-romantic direction and just soars really beautifully:

ALT BLK ERA, rave immortal - loud & dumb & fun! they’re already wearing out their welcome but i enjoyed it

alisa xayalith, slow crush - i really loved her single “what the hell do we do now” but the album didn’t quite live up to its promise… pretty but mostly forgettable although a couple tracks might stick around

ZORA, Z D A Y - zora’s first 2025 album back in jan was the first new release i really loved and is still one of my faves of the year so i was very disappointed that this one was kind of a miss for me… not sure if it was rushed or if she’s just doing a different vibe but it felt very half-assed and forgettable

Btrickz, 80’z - a charming 11 minutes of chatty-sounding hispanophone rap, not my fave kind of thing but a cool vibe

[rootedinrevisions]

In the Wings: Part 2

SUMMARY: In the midst of the chaos on set, quiet moments between you and Glen begin to weave a subtle tapestry of connection. As coffee cups become shared tokens of affection and playful banter fills the air, the chemistry between you deepens, revealing layers of warmth and humor. From lighthearted discussions about makeup to Glen’s unexpected revelations about his sisters’ influence, every encounter blurs the lines of professionalism and friendship, leaving you both questioning what lies beneath the surface.

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The sun wasn’t even up yet, but you were already on set, clinging to your cup of coffee like it was a lifeline. The early morning chill bit at your skin, and you stifled a yawn as you prepped your station. It was only the second or third day of filming, and the early call times were starting to catch up with you.

Just as you took a sip, Glen walked in for hair and makeup, practically bouncing through the door. He was already in costume, a grin stretched across his face as he greeted the crew. “Morning!” he called out cheerfully, like it wasn’t 5 a.m.

You raised an eyebrow, barely able to muster the energy to lift your cup. “How are you so awake right now?” you asked, your voice groggy with exhaustion.

He chuckled as he sank into the chair in front of your mirror. “Well, I’m on coffee number three,” he said, holding up an empty mug like it was a trophy.

You let out a tired laugh, holding up your half-empty cup. “I’m still clinging to my first. You must have some magic metabolism, because I don’t think my body could handle three.”

He grinned at you in the mirror, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “You’ve gotta pace yourself. It’s all about timing. Coffee every forty-five minutes.”

“Oh, is that the secret?” you teased, rubbing your eyes. “I’ll have to take notes. The rest of us mortals are just barely hanging on.”

“Aw, c’mon, you’ve got this,” he said with an easy smile. “Just have another cup. Or two. And maybe a power nap between takes.”

“I wish!” you scoffed, tying your hair back and grabbing a comb to start on his hair. “What’s the longest you’ve ever been on set without a break?”

“Hmm.” He tilted his head, thinking for a second. “Probably twenty hours straight for a shoot that kept getting delayed. Every time we were about to wrap, something went wrong. It was brutal. But, hey, I survived.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Twenty hours? That’s insane. How did you not collapse?”

Glen shrugged, looking a little proud of himself. “A lot of coffee, again. But mostly adrenaline. When you’re on set, there’s this energy that keeps you going. It’s weird, but it works.”

You snorted. “Yeah, that’s not how it works for me. I think I’d just fall asleep standing.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and it made you smile despite your exhaustion. “You? Nah, I’ve seen you on set. You’ve got this calm, focused vibe. I bet you’d be fine.”

“Focused, maybe,” you admitted, smoothing out the front of his hair. “Calm? Not so sure.”

“Well, you fake it well,” he teased, making you smile again. “Seriously, though, you seem like you’ve got a good handle on things.”

You paused for a second, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Thanks. It’s a little overwhelming, to be honest. But, I mean, who wouldn’t be excited to work on something like this? Top Gun? That’s bucket list stuff.”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up at the mention of the film. “It really is, isn’t it? I still have moments where I look around and think, ‘Wow, this is actually happening.’”

“Do you get nervous?” you asked, genuinely curious. “Like, before big scenes?”

“All the time,” he admitted with a chuckle. “It’s part of the job. But you’ve just gotta roll with it. Once you’re in the moment, it’s like everything else fades away. The adrenaline kicks in and you just... do it.”

You finished with his hair and set down the comb, wiping your hands on a towel. “I guess I’ll need some of that adrenaline to get through this day.”

“You will,” he said confidently, standing up and stretching his arms. “But if not, there’s always coffee number two waiting for you.”

You laughed again, the weight of the early morning starting to lift a little. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As Glen flashed you a quick smile, he grabbed his cup and started to walk out, pausing for a moment at the door. “Hey,” he called back, “if you need a coffee buddy, I’m always down for round four.”

You grinned, shaking your head as you watched him go. “I’ll hold you to that.”

* * * *

It was mid-morning by the time Glen made his way back to your trailer for a touch-up. The wind had done a number on his hair during the earlier shoot, and you had just set your tools down when the door swung open. Glen stepped in, holding not one, but two cups of coffee.

You looked up from your chair, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were on coffee number three this morning? You’re really pushing it now.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “This one’s not for me.” He stepped closer, extending one of the cups toward you. “I noticed your coffee order earlier and figured you could use a refill.”

Surprised, you blinked, glancing between him and the cup. “You got this for me?”

Glen grinned, nodding. “Yep. Figured you could use a little pick-me-up since we both know this day isn’t getting any shorter.”

You took the cup, a smile spreading across your face as you read the label. He’d gotten your order exactly right. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or concerned that you memorized my coffee order this quickly.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t have much choice. You had it written on the side of your cup earlier. Made my life easier.”

You shook your head, amused by his attention to detail. “Still, I appreciate it. What do I owe you?”

Glen waved it off, sliding into your makeup chair with ease. “Nah, it’s on me. Consider it a thank you for always making me look presentable on camera.”

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin as you took a sip. “I suppose that’s a fair trade,” you teased, setting your cup down before getting to work on fixing his hair. “Though, I have to admit, I was pretty close to giving up after seeing the state of this mess. The wind really did a number on you today.”

He groaned dramatically, glancing at his reflection. “I know, right? One gust and everything goes haywire.”

“Lucky for you, that’s what I’m here for,” you replied with a grin, starting to smooth out the strands. As you worked, you couldn’t help but feel the small shift in the air between you two. The conversation was flowing easier now, the silences comfortable rather than awkward.

Glen stayed relaxed in the chair, watching you work through the mirror. “You’re too good at this,” he said, his tone warm but casual. “Honestly, you make it seem effortless.”

You chuckled, your hands continuing to move through his hair. “Well, after enough practice, it kind of becomes second nature. Though, I’d say you’re not the worst hair disaster I’ve had to deal with.”

“Oh? And who holds that honor?”

You smirked. “I’m not naming names, but let’s just say it involved a lot of sweat and an unfortunate run-in with a stunt double.”

He laughed again, a deep, easy sound that made the atmosphere feel even lighter. “That sounds like a story I need to hear sometime.”

“Maybe after coffee number four,” you teased, stepping back to admire your work. His hair was back in place, not a strand out of order.

He turned to face you with a grateful smile. “Thanks. For the hair, and for... everything.”

You smiled softly, leaning against the counter. “You’re welcome. And thanks for the coffee. You might’ve just saved my afternoon.”

Glen stood, grabbing his own cup and raising it in a mock toast. “Consider it a small price to pay for making me look good.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he gave you a quick wink before heading back out. The gesture was small, but it left a warmth that lingered long after he was gone.

* * * *

A week or two passed and you had started to feel more comfortable with the routine on set. It was mid-morning, and Glen was back in your chair for a makeup touch-up after the first few hours of shooting. The trailer was quiet except for the hum of the lights, and the steady rhythm of brushes against his skin had lulled both of you into a comfortable silence. You were focused, making sure the base was even, when Glen suddenly broke the quiet.

"Is that the NARS bronzer you’re using?" he asked casually, his tone light.

You froze mid-application, staring down at the palette in your hand with raised eyebrows. "Wait... how do you know that?"

Glen chuckled, his grin spreading wide across his face. "I’ve got two sisters and a niece. Trust me, I’ve been a test dummy for enough makeup experiments to know the basics."

You blinked, half-impressed and half-amused. "Okay, I did not see that coming. So, what—are you secretly a makeup guru?"

He laughed again, the sound warm and relaxed. "Hardly. I just know a few things here and there. Like... contouring, highlighting, and... uh, what’s that thing where you use tape to get a sharp wing?"

"You're talking about the tape trick for eyeliner?" you asked, genuinely surprised by his knowledge.

"Yeah! That’s the one. My niece was all about it for her school dance last year." He shifted slightly in the chair, his expression softening as he talked about his family. "Lauren and Leslie, my sisters, used to rope me into their makeup sessions when we were younger. They were relentless, but I didn’t mind too much."

You smiled as you reached for a different brush. "Well, that explains why you seem so comfortable in this chair. You’re a pro."

Glen shrugged, still grinning. "Hey, I’ve survived worse. And you’re way better than my sisters were back in the day."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and as you worked, the usual professional boundary between the two of you seemed to soften a little more. He felt at ease with you, and you realized that Glen wasn’t just another actor in your chair—he was kind, thoughtful, and had an unexpected way of making the most routine moments feel personal.

"So, should I expect you to start recommending products to the other guys?" you teased, giving him a playful look as you added the finishing touches.

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Maybe I should! I mean, have you seen the state of some of their skin? A little moisturizer wouldn’t hurt."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Right? I should help them get a good skincare routine down. 'Hey, guys, just a tip—sunscreen is your friend!'"

Glen leaned back in the chair, nodding seriously. "Exactly! 'You want to be the next big action star? You can't be looking like a potato on screen.'"

"Or like they just came from a three-day camping trip," you added, chuckling.

He chuckled along with you, leaning slightly closer as the laughter faded. "Maybe I should start a YouTube channel—'Glen Powell's Grooming Tips.' I could go viral."

"Just don’t forget to credit me as your makeup artist," you replied, a grin on your face. "I expect a solid shout-out for all the hard work."

"Of course! You’ll be my secret weapon," he said, his eyes catching yours in the mirror. There was a warmth in his gaze, a hint of something unspoken lingering between you. "But really, I’m just glad to have someone like you to make me look good. You’re the best."

You felt a warmth spread across your cheeks as you brushed off the compliment with a smile. It was just another easy conversation, another private moment, but something about it left an impression. There was a comfort between you and Glen, a kind of unspoken understanding that made these small moments feel... different.

* * * *

The set was buzzing with activity as the crew prepared for the next scene. You were stationed at a portable makeup station, surrounded by an array of brushes, palettes, and hair products. The air was filled with the chatter of cast and crew, punctuated by the sounds of cameras rolling and directors calling for action.

As you touched up the makeup of one of the actresses, you caught sight of Glen out of the corner of your eye. He was leaning against a nearby wall, watching the scene unfold with a casual air, but you could see the moment his gaze shifted to you.

A few moments later, he pushed himself off the wall and made his way over, his usual smile lighting up his face. “Hey, you,” he said, his voice warm amidst the commotion.

“Hey! What are you doing here? I thought you were filming?” you replied, pausing your work to give him your full attention.

“Just wrapped a scene, and I figured I’d come see what you’re up to,” he said, casually leaning against the makeup station. “Plus, I wanted to make sure you’re not working too hard. You know, it’s a tough job keeping all of us looking good.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re all pretty easy to work with. It’s the directors who give me a run for my money. They keep changing their minds about how they want the characters to look.”

Glen feigned horror, placing a hand over his heart. “What? How dare they disrupt your creative process? Next, they’ll be telling me I can’t wear this shirt!” He gestured to his fitted T-shirt, a playful glint in his eye.

“Don’t worry; I think the shirt is safe for now,” you teased back, feeling more at ease with each playful exchange. “But I’m glad you stopped by. It’s nice to have a break from all the chaos.”

He nodded, his expression growing more sincere. “I totally get that. It’s nice to just hang out for a bit, you know? Plus, I enjoy hearing you talk about makeup and all the behind-the-scenes stuff.”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his interest. “Most guys wouldn’t care about that.”

“Hey, I’m not most guys,” he replied, his tone mock-serious. “I have sisters. I’ve learned to appreciate the art of makeup and hair. Besides, it’s fascinating to see how you work your magic.”

You grinned, flattered by his words. “Well, if you’re ever interested in a lesson, I could always use a willing model.”

“Model, huh?” He feigned deep thought, tapping his chin dramatically. “Do I get to pick my look? Maybe I want a smoky eye... or glitter? I could rock a bold lip, you know.”

“Glitter?” you echoed, your laughter ringing out. “Now that’s a bold choice, Glen. I’m not sure the world is ready for that level of glam.”

“Challenge accepted,” he said, crossing his arms with a mock-seriousness. “But only if you promise to take pictures. I want proof when I’m famous!”

“Sure! I’ll make sure to use the most flattering angles,” you replied, your smile widening.

“Hey, you’re the expert. I trust your judgment,” he said, leaning in closer, his tone dropping slightly. “But really, I appreciate you. You make all of this so much easier.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice. “Thanks, Glen. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Anytime,” he said, giving you a playful nudge. “Alright, I should probably let you get back to work before the directors send a search party for me. But I’ll be around if you need a break.”

“Deal,” you said, watching him walk away with a lightness in your chest, knowing that these moments were becoming more frequent and meaningful.

[shattered-matrix]

Chapter 10: Weighted Worry

Chimera/Hybrid au | Yunho x Reader

Themes: comfort, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, trauma recovery, soft alpha energy, gentle trust, strangers to friends to lovers

2.7k words

Tag list: @woosmaid

The game’s timer is ticking down, a low hum of suspense in your headphones. Reliquary II is very much the amped-up version of the first game—and yes, it includes a combat function. It only takes a few sudden jolts in the music and startled jerks in your chair—Yunho pressing his lips tight to keep his laughter in—before you beg him to turn the ambiance sounds down.

As it turns out, combat is where he shines.

He blows through the monsters the puzzle rooms throw at you, picking up on mechanics before you even realize there are mechanics. The first time it happens, your eyes widen in surprise and you murmur, “Wow,” before you can stop yourself.

His eyes flick to the camera, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Impressed?”

Heat floods your cheeks. You sip your water, squinting at him despite the flush spreading across your face.

“Surprised.”

He grins at that, a low chuckle rumbling through the headset—direct and immediate, like it vibrates in your ears.

Fortunately, you find your footing during the puzzles themselves. They’re more nuanced than in the first game, but the challenge is fun.

“Left switch, then the second rune,” you say, scanning the cryptic text on your end. “It looks like a starfish, if the starfish had trust issues.”

Yunho snorts. “That’s… horrifyingly accurate. Got it.”

You hear the soft click of him inputting the move. The puzzle grid flashes green. Success.

“Boom.” He pumps a fist into the air. “We make a good team.”

“You mean I carry and you click the shiny buttons,” you tease.

He gasps. “Unbelievable. I don’t deserve this abuse.”

“You’re a tall guy. My back’s getting tired.”

“Okay, rude.”

He glares at you without heat, and you find yourself laughing softly in response.

You’re still smiling when the next puzzle loads—a more complex diagram this time, symbols intertwined with compass coordinates and colored levers. Yunho makes a quiet noise of dismay.

“This is even more brutal than the first game’s level eight.”

“Too late to back out now,” you say, sitting up straighter and squinting at the glowing symbols.

“I mean…” His voice turns thoughtful. “Actually, I might need to back out for a few days.”

You pause, tilting your head. “What’s up? Did something happen? Are we going too hard?”

He grins briefly at that.

“Never. I can keep up with you anytime, navigator. It’s just…”

He hesitates, like he’s weighing how to say it. When he speaks again, his voice is low and deliberate.

“I, uh. I’ve got my rut coming up. It’s… close. I’ll be pretty useless until it’s over.”

You blink, startled by the shift in tone.

“Oh,” you say, surprised.

He watches you closely—you can feel it, even through the screen. Like he’s bracing for something. Ah. Hongjoong must have told him what happened. That the alpha who attacked you was in rut.

But… you’re not afraid. You’re just concerned.

“…Will you be okay?”

His breath leaves him gently, like a knot unspooling.

“Yeah. I’ve got everything set up. I’ve done this on my own plenty of times—it’s just better if I don’t

engage much until it passes. Instincts get loud.”

You nod. “Right. That makes sense.”

Neither of you speaks for a few seconds. But the silence isn’t uncomfortable. Just... quieter now.

Thoughtful.

You’re not entirely sure how to respond. San always leaves for a hotel when his rut hits, never asks you to shift your schedule or space. You know of rut—but you’ve never talked about it.

So you just clear your throat.

“Okay. Well… when you’re back, I’ll have level nine waiting.”

He chuckles, warm and genuine. “Deal.”

You manage to finish level eight.

You find yourself watching him now and then, half-aware you're searching for signs—any of the ‘pre-rut’ cues you’ve seen in San before. But there’s nothing. No brightness in his eyes. No shift in his voice. No elevated energy. Just Yunho, calm and steady.

At one point, he catches you watching and winks—soft and reassuring.

When the level is done, you both log off. The call ends with a soft click.

You sit there for a moment, headphones still on, the screen aglow with the menu’s gentle flicker. The silence feels fuller somehow—like it’s holding the shape of something unspoken.

You expected to feel… something else. Tension. A chill. That creeping, uneasy weight you used to associate with words like rut or instincts. Instead?

All you feel is a quiet ache of worry. Not fear. Not even discomfort. Just—concern.

Because rut seems frightening. Like a loss of control. That’s the version you’ve always read in cheap paperback romances. That’s what happened with the alpha on the bus.

But San always comes back fine. And he has Wooyoung. If rut was something to fear—if it ever made him feel lost—Wooyoung wouldn’t let him be alone in it.

You take your headphones off and set them gently on the desk. Your room is dim now, lit only by the soft glow of your screen and the hallway light under the door. It’s late. But you’re too wired to sleep, and too tired to do anything else.

You grab your water bottle and slide back under the blanket, phone in hand.

Your thumb hovers over his name in your messages. Then, slowly, you type:

[You:] be gentle with yourself, okay?

His reply comes a few minutes later.

[Yunho:] don’t worry about me, navigator tho it’s very sweet I’ll be fine

You huff softly, more breath than sound.

Even if it was hard for him, you doubt he’d let you know. He doesn’t strike you as the kind of person who invites others to worry about him.

“Why do you smell like anxiety?”

You look up from your desk, blinking up at Yeosang as he watches you, sipping his coffee. He sprung for the place across the street, it seems. The one he says smells like it’s been blessed by the coffee gods.

“I…don’t?”

“You really do,” he turns his head to call over a shoulder, “Jongho! Tell her!”

Jongho’s voice replies almost immediately.

“Like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

You pause, frowning. What the hell does that even mean? Then you look back up at Yeosang.

“I’m fine. Really.”

Yeosang narrows his eyes. “Did something happen?”

“No,” you say quickly. “I just didn’t sleep much.”

Jongho reappears around the corner, a clipboard in one hand. He raises a brow as he passes. “Insomnia, or dumb choices?”

“…What constitutes a dumb choice?”

“Gaming until 3 a.m.,” Yeosang answers for him. “Again.”

God, you hate that you ever mentioned that to them.

“I wasn’t alone,” you mutter, a little defensive. “And it was fine.”

That gets you a moment of silence—followed by a slow, knowing blink from Yeosang and a barely suppressed smirk from Jongho as he disappears down the hallway again.

Yeosang hums. “So he’s the reason you smell like stress.”

You resist the urge to bury your face in your notebook. “He’s not. He’s going through something. I’m just… wanting to check in.”

Yeosang studies you for a beat longer, then gestures toward your phone on the desk. “Then check in. Otherwise, you’re going to overthink yourself into a coma.”

You sigh, but you don’t argue.

After he walks off, you pick up your phone and open your messages.

[You:] walked into a bakery today and it smelled like that first time we had lunch made me think of you miss seeing you stomp on digital demons

You don’t expect a response. He warned you he might not be able to talk. But it feels good to send it anyway.

You glance out the window—sunlight cutting across the museum courtyard in golden bars. He’ll be okay. This is just part of life for him. You really shouldn’t worry.

Trying not to worry doesn’t stop you from sending periodic memes, gargoyle photos, and commentary. You wonder if you’re being too much. Too…clingy. But you’re imagining his messages in the spaces between. The emojis, the ridiculous jokes, the latest update on Mingi’s shenanigans, a comment about Kyle and the latest thing the kid tried to eat off the floor.

You miss him.

He’s become something fixed in your life. His messages are highlights in the hours as they drag by. Little spots of happiness, even when you know you’re both tired or just not in top form. Not having him in this way feels…empty.

And the worst part? You don’t even know what you’re supposed to do about that.

You’re still turning that over in your head later that evening when San pads into the kitchen. He’s wearing loose sleep pants and one of Wooyoung’s shirts, hair damp from a shower and sticking up in places. He makes a beeline for the fridge, then pauses when he sees you sitting at the table with your half-eaten dinner and your phone facedown beside the plate.

“Okay,” he says, pulling open the fridge. “You’ve officially crossed over into ‘staring at your food while sighing’ territory. What’s up?”

You poke your rice with your fork. “Is there a polite way to say ‘nothing’ that still makes me sound convincing?”

San makes a thoughtful noise, grabs a bottle of flavored water, and joins you at the table. “There is. You just don’t sound it.”

You glance at him sidelong, then give in with a groan. He’s got his ‘I’m a really great listener’ face on.

 “Yunho’s going through his rut.”

San raises his brows as he unscrews the cap, mildly surprised. “…And?”

“And nothing. He told me he’d be out of contact for a few days and that he’s got it handled, and I believe him. I just… I don’t know.” You gesture helplessly with your fork. “I feel weird. Like I should be worried or—I don’t know. Not texting him jokes and ancient gargoyle memes like a weirdo.”

San’s expression softens. “He likes when you send that stuff.”

“I know. But it feels different now.” You toy with the edge of your plate. “I think it’s because… the only alpha I ever encountered during a rut was that one. The one who made everything feel dangerous. But with Yunho, I’m just—worried. I just want him to be okay. That’s all I felt. And that surprised me.”

San leans back, thinking. “Want me to explain what it’s actually like?”

You glance up. “Would you?”

He nods.

“I mean, it’s different for everyone. But for most alphas, rut isn’t some horror movie frenzy. It’s instinct-driven, yeah, but not mindless. You don’t lose yourself. You just… feel more. More need, more emotion, more craving for contact, for grounding.” He shrugs. “The hormone spike can be overwhelming, but it’s not like we wake up and forget how to speak.”

You blink at him. “That’s… so different from what I thought.”

So different from what it had felt like when that man caged you against a bus wall and shoved his nose against your throat, huffing at both your skin and Wooyoung’s scarf. When he grabbed you like he meant to break you.

“Yeah, well, bad media and worse people mess up the narrative.” He rests his chin on his hand. “It can hurt, though. Especially if you’re alone. The tension builds. The body wants things it doesn’t have a name for. It’s not about sex—it’s about regulation. About feeling safe and seen.”

You chew on that for a moment. “…So Yunho’s probably not—”

“He’s probably aching. Lonely. Trying to focus on breathing and grounding techniques while his whole system’s screaming go find her and he’s trying not to.”

You can’t unpack that right now. Not when San and Wooyoung have only ever teased and encouraged you about Yunho. The idea that he’s wanting to seek you out during a vulnerable and heightened time is too much to process. And the way San says it makes it far too real.

Your stomach twists a little. “That sounds awful.”

San shrugs again, gentle this time. “It is what it is. Just a part of physiology. And you’re already helping, just by checking in. Trust me.”

You nod slowly. Then, “San?”

“Yeah?”

“…Have you ever been alone during one?”

San goes still, just for a second. Then he offers you a tired, honest smile.

“Once,” he says. “Never again.”

You nod again, a lump forming in your throat you don’t quite know how to name.

The aching is always the worst part.

He’s leaning against the fridge, head shoved into the freezer, shirt discarded somewhere behind him in a pile of regret. His skin hurts. He’s sweating in places he didn’t know could sweat. And his head is throbbing.

It’s not the kind of ache he can stretch out or cool down. It’s in his chest, behind his ribs, knotted into the base of his spine. Instinct coils low and heavy, every nerve tuned toward a need that doesn’t have a clean name. Not want—this is deeper. Craving. The kind that leaves his cock aching, the pressure sharp and distracting, more nuisance than need.

He exhales slowly, then pushes himself upright. Closes the freezer. Stares at the fogged-over kitchen window like maybe it’ll give him something to focus on.

Usually he rides these out better. He’s learned how—prepped meals, scent-dampeners, meditative audio loops. Kept his distance. He’s always kept his distance when he’s felt them coming. But this one snuck up on him, faster than any previous. This one came right on the heels of her smile, her voice in his ear, her teasing when he missed a puzzle clue.

Her.

God.

His hands brace against the counter as the thought of her crests—unbidden but inevitable. She’s not even doing anything. Just… existing somewhere across the city. Warm and safe and probably curled up in a blanket the way she always is. He wants to be near her so badly it feels like breathing in water—natural until it’s not.

Not for sex- though that is…definitely a thought that’s occurred. Not even for scent. Just—her presence.

Her laugh. Her hand brushing his arm. Her shy glance sideways when he says something stupid and sincere.

He closes his eyes.

It would feel better if he could hold her. That’s what his instincts scream for at their base—just hold her. Wrap himself around her, press his nose to the curve of her neck, and breathe. Let the storm in his body ease under the steady drum of her heart. Know that she’s safe and steady because he has her.

But she’s not his.

Not like that.

She’s his friend. And that matters more than anything.

So he stays here. Alone.

Palms cold against the counter. Muscles aching with the effort of stillness.

Breathing.

Waiting.

Because she trusts him now. And there is no way in hell he’s putting that at risk.

Not even for comfort. Not even for relief.

His phone buzzes from where it’s charging by the couch.

He already knows who it is. She’s been texting so much these past few days. Every one is like a lifeline, even when he doesn’t have the energy or brain capacity to reply. Every one has been another blow at his already frail constitution. The words “thinking of you” had him whining like he’d been kicked.

He opens the most recent one. A photo of a gargoyle with judgmental side-eye and a speech bubble she’s edited in: “Mood.”

Yunho laughs. A breathy, broken sound that’s more emotion than amusement.

He types with hands that are too warm, body that’s too tense, heart that is so full it almost hurts.

[Yunho:] you’re evil thank you really

And then, after a moment:

i’m okay. promise.

It’s not entirely true. But it will be.

Because she’s still talking to him.

Because she cares.

Because she’s still there.

And someday, if she ever wants more—

God, he’ll give her the whole damn world.

But until then?

He’ll keep holding space.

Keep breathing.

Keep loving her quietly, in the spaces she lets him have.

He sits on the couch and is immediately up again, even that making his skin prick uncomfortably. He paces, the movement helping a little. Within three minutes he’s got his head in the freezer again, sighing. Fuck.

At least it’ll be over soon.

He needs to hear her voice again.

Maybe, when this breaks, he’ll ask if she wants to call.

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[jumpywhumpywriter]

A list of some of my favorite quotes and short scenes from my OC named Shadow, a morally gray anti-hero who is the snarkiest, whittiest, most sarcastic and badass person in my in-progress fantasy trilogy. I just love her brutal personality so much!

Let me know what all of your favorites are! 😁

1. "Nice try, but that stuff doesn't work on me, you useless white crayon."

2. "Come on, leave the poor guy alone," Tanner sighed heavily.

Shadow rolled her eyes with an exasperated groan. "He's the kind of stupid, that if I left him alone, he'd probably set water on fire."

3. "I'm gonna kill him," Shadow snarled angrily.

Thomas quickly stepped in front of her. "Shadow, no, you are not murdering anyone on my watch."

"Then look away."

4. "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere you aren't."

5. Shadow: "Open says me." *kicks door down*

Thomas: "Actually, it's open sesame."

Shadow: "Nope, other way around kid. You'll catch on eventually."

6. "Are you always this sarcastic?"

"My level of sarcasm has gotten to the point where I don't even know if I'm kidding or not."

7. "What brings you here?"

"A series of bad choices."

8. "Half of the human city wants you dead," Thomas tried to emphasize.

"Wow, a month ago it was the whole city, things are looking up," Shadow drawled sarcastically.

9. "I am nice until you give me a reason not to be." Shadow's voice was icy and gruff.

"Since when are you ever nice?" Thomas groaned.

"...Eh, fair point."

10. "You give my migrane a headache."

11. "Touch my daggers and I will punch you so hard even Google won't be able to find you."

12. "Guys, we have a problem!" Thomas panted for breath, bursting into the room.

"And it's another Tuesday, what's your point?" Shadow rolled her eyes.

13. "So, what do ya think? Good idea right?" Thomas gestured at the blueprints laid our on the table.

"Whatever floats your titanic." Shadow shrugged.

"...But the titanic sank."

"Yeah, just like your IQ did when you came up with that idea."

14. "If I go to war -- risk my life -- it's going to be because the odds are in my favor. Not otherwise," Shadow rumbled.

"So... it's not because you miraculously feel compelled to be noble and good for once?"

"...You have far too much faith in my moral compass, kid. It's almost scary how naive you are."

15. "Shadow, you have to help me! I had an accident."

"Had an accident? Kid, you are an accident.

16. "Ugh. How do people stand you?"

"They sit."

"You're insufferable."

"No more than you are."

"Would you stop coming up with comebacks and making me look like an idiot?"

"But you are an idiot."

"Ugh-"

17. "Interrupt me again and I'll interrupt your breathing."

18. "Is two a lot?"

"Depends on the context. Corpses? No. Living humans? Yes."

19. Shadow glared at Thomas. "You know, you probably shouldn't think too hard. Wouldn't want that poor overworked brain cell to have a panic attack."

20. "Yeesh, guess he's not the brightest light bulb," Tanner said with a wince, watching on the security feed as the Jackal guard tried for the fifteenth time to pick the lock on the door to the room Shadow had trapped him in earlier.

"You kidding me? The light bulb isn't even screwed in!" Shadow snarked.

21. Thomas: disagrees with Shadow

Shadow: "You've officially been promoted to victim." *Punches Thomas*

22. "I may be mad, or I may be less mad, but my mood will never be in your favor."

23. "Is that blood?" Thomas paled as he stared at the red smears staining Shadow's leather hero suit.

"No?"

"That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question."

"Okay fine, yes -- but don't worry, it's not mine!" Shadow blurted.

"Is that supposed to be reassuring?!?"

24. "We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?" Thomas squealed.

"Actually, it's more like eight," Shadow corrected.

"Oh, sorry I wasn't specific enough!!"

25. "That's not a happy story," Thomas muttered sympathetically.

"Well I don't live a happy life," Shadow growled in answer.

26. "What are you so afraid of?" Shadow challenged.

"You."

"Oh... That's fair."

27. "If your crazy plan gets me killed, kid, I am going to come back and haunt you so hard."

28. Shadow pinched the bridge of her nose with an inward groan. "I am way too sober for this."

29. "Okay, what did I do?" Thomas threw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you mean?" Shadow frowned.

"You look like you want to rip my head off."

"Sorry, that's just how my face works."

30. "Ugh, people don't understand that I literally don't know how not to walk around like I own every place I go to. I'm a walking war machine. How else am I supposed to act?!"

31. "So, uh, there's some bread in the cabinets if you're hungry," Thomas awkwardly offered.

"I don't eat bread, it's usually poisoned." Shadow wrinkled her nose.

"If this is some gluten-free nonsense--"

"No, actual poison."

32. "Come on, Shadow. The city needs our help. You're the strongest of us all -- imagine all the people you'll help save!" Thomas badgered.

"Correction, it needs your help," Shadow said through gritted teeth. "Leave me out of it. Humans can save themselves for once."

"...Please?"

"...Do I get wine after dealing with all the horrors of evil?"

"All the wine you want."

"Fine. But doing this is going to give me all the good karma points I'm going to need for the rest of my life."

33. "I'm not human. Remember that next time you want to punch me in the face."

34. "I guess I'll just have to be subtle about it," Thomas said.

Shadow snorted in amusement. "You are the least subtle person I know. Your "I have a secret" vibe is literally visible from mars."

35. "So, you're innocent?" Tanner raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Innocent as a young child... the kind they use as pickpockets," Shadow said with a dead-serious face.

36. "It costs you absolutely nothing to keep those rude comments to yourself," Tanner snapped angrily.

"It also costs me absolutely nothing to say them, so I think I'm good," Shadow retorted with a smirk.

37. "Can I bother you for a second?"

"You always bother me, but go ahead."

38. "I've met toddlers with more spine than you."

39. "Use your brain, idiot! You do have one, right?"

40. "Come on, it can't hurt to shake things up a bit, don't you think?" Thomas wheedled.

"I'm not anti-change, I'm just pro keeping things the way they are," Shadow growled.

41. "I've seen more formidable foes in temper tantrums."

42. "I'm not shy. I'm just examining my potential target and enemy. Determining friend or foe, you know?"

43. "Look, he's smiling. He's totally fine," Shadow smirked.

"He's smiling because he's terrified," Tanner said dryly.

"...I'm off-duty right now. Your turn to save the idiot."

44. "Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal," Thomas grimaced.

Shadow glared daggers at him. "If you give me a 'Happy Meal', I will shove it down your throat to kill you and that is what will make me 'happy'."

45. "Shadow... did you have something to do with this?" Thomas cast her an accusing glance, and she bristled.

"Why is it that whenever something bad happens in the city, I'm always the first one you look at?!" She snapped indignantly.

"Because you're like... always sketchy and suspicious... and stuff..."

Shadow seemed to think about it for a second, before relaxing with a shrug. "Ouch. Valid, but ouch."

46. "This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some... No. No, no, all bad."

47. "Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably."

48. "I don't know what your problem is, but I'm guessing it's hard to pronounce.

49. "Remember when I asked for your opinion? That's right, I didn't."

50. "Thomas, if you had half a brain cell you'd be dangerous."

51. "If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs."

52. "I'm trying to tell about--are you even listening?!" Thomas huffed a frustrated breath of air.

Shadow merely raised an unconcerned eyebrow, yawning dramatically. "Don't worry, I'm listening to you. I'm just not paying attention."

53. "I'm on vacation. Only call if the world is about to end."

54. "Hmph. Mangy feather duster..." Thomas grumbled under his breath as he stalked off, forgetting that his ally had superhearing.

"What did you just call me?" Shadow snarled after him.

"You clearly heard me."

"And you clearly don't want to take the risk of saying it again."

55. "Sharp as a marble, that kid," Shadow sighed before coming to Thomas's aid. The blasted human never stopped getting himself in trouble, to her dismay.

Masterlist

Masterlist #2

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My top five most brutal SAW traps even though absolutely nobody asked for my fucking opinion:

5 — Pound of Flesh, SAW VI

I feel like this isn’t a trap that’s talked about often enough considering the actual shit you have to do to survive it. I mean come on. Cut off enough of your flesh to survive? And it’s not even like there’s a set amount anyway, it’s a competition between you and another person to see who can do the most. No guidance as to what specific body part to cut off either. You just have to take the knife and just start going crazy. It makes having the punishment for not doing it look not as bad but, then again, actually thinking about having screws drilled into the sides of your temples? Yeah, no thanks babes xxx

Simone was a total badass just hacking her arm straight off like that and living. Just sent it all the way and won, you love to see it.

4 — Silence Circle, SAW 3D

If someone asked me to do this trap I would actually just kill myself instead. Gun in my mouth, bang, gone. Same with all of these to be fair but the fucking idea of the key on a fishing hook in your stomach? And that just raking up your insides as you’re trying to take it out? Fuck that. Fuck. That. I think the only thing that would make me do this would be the other person pulling out the string because if I had to do that shit myself? I’d just scream as loud as I could to make the spikes impale me instantly. I am not doing that shit.

This one gets bumped down a bit because we don’t actually see the visual of the hook going up through her? Which makes it an easier watch than the others on this list, but I still think it deserved a place here because of the sheer insanity of the entire thing.

3 — Bone Marrow Trap, SAW X

Fuck. This. Trap.

Actually fuck it. In my opinion this was the most brutal trap in SAW X. Yes, I know some people make arguments for the brain surgery trap being pretty brutal and yes taking out your brain is just… Wow. And I’ll agree it is bad. But you don’t FEEL your brain.

THIS ON THE OTHER HAND?

CUTTING OFF YOUR LEG AT THE THIGH? WITH A GIGLI SAW NO LESS? The amount of blood loss, the fact if you want to live just have to take that fucking saw to your leg and just DO IT? And then once you’re done you have to take that stupid little fuckoff tube and stick it in your bone and get the bone marrow out, which is ALSO PAINFUL???

Also the part where she grabs the gigli saw in-front of her with her hands… Fuck, just fuck.

Valentina really didn’t deserve to die here, I won’t lie to you. She cut off her leg, was taking out the marrow. I believe had the tube thing for the vacuum to measure how much bone marrow or whatever the fuck had been shorter, she would’ve lived. Yes she started later but like, come the fuck on.

2 — Venus Fly Trap, SAW II

I’m going to start this with, this trap being the first trap of SAW II is an actually insane tone shift from what we had in the first movie. Like, the only trap I really consider brutal in SAW is the reverse bear trap, but we don’t even see that one go off since Amanda survives it.

So seeing this shit right out the gate is just… Oh my god. Wow. Just wow.

This trap has always given me reverse bear trap vibes in appearance, it’s probably the whole thing of, it’s on the head, closes, shuts whatever. I don’t know but it’s got a similar energy to it.

First of all, the whole nails in your face thing? Yeah, hate that. But what I’m most concerned about is the KEY BEHIND THE EYE.

FUCK.

THAT.

SHIT.

The visual of him cutting into his eyeball with the scalpel? And you actually just have to fucking go at it and just… ugh. I was pretty torn between either this trap or the Bone Marrow trap for this kinda reason. Cutting off a leg or cutting open your eye? And honestly the eye is just. Worse. Like just digging into your eye to get out a fucking key? Like all things given, at LEAST I can turn off my brain somewhat while cutting off my leg. Just back and forth with a saw. I don’t even have to look!

THIS? WHAT I’M CUTTING IS DOING THE LOOKING. I STRUGGLE TO PUT ON EYELINER, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO THIS?

1 — The Rack, SAW III

There is a reason why people think this trap is the worst one. There is a reason and it’s fucking obvious.

You’re on a mother-fucking crucifix looking ass thing, legs and arms out, and if this other guy doesn’t take a bullet for you, your limbs are going to be twisted.

YOUR ARMS, LEGS AND NECK are going to be ROTATED 360 DEGREES. ONE. BY. ONE.

Oh and the guy who’s taking the bullet for you? It’s Jeff by the way, stupid fucking Jeff. So you have no chance xxx

The visuals. I can’t watch this trap without looking away, I see the limbs start turning and my line of sight is directly away from the screen. No.

No.

The image of twisting flesh and the fucking shot where you see one of his legs start to move?

NO.

AND HIS HEAD. HIS FUCKING HEAD.

NO.

I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY THIS IS NUMBER ONE. FUCKING LOOK AT IT.

Honourable mentions under the cut:

Honourable mentions go to The Angel Trap and Ten Pints of Sacrifice. I didn’t include the angel trap because I feel like, while yes getting your ribs ripped out is horrific, you don’t really suffer much while alive? Which to me, the more they suffer while alive or trying to complete their trap, the more brutal it is. Ten Pints of Sacrifice isn’t on here because I was doing 5, had I been doing like 10 you would’ve definitely seen this on here. Oh and also, Needle Pit isn’t on here because I’m entirely unfazed by it. I hate to do Mandy like this but I just personally don’t really wince at it at all.

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Escape with the Cursed King X

18+ content, Minors do NOT interct

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: You catch up with Gojo about the drama with Sheila and set the stage for the most insane item on anyone's wedding to-do list.

Warnings: NSFW, teasing, nipple play, fingering.

Word Count: 3.8k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

“You have a new nemesis”

“It’s not funny!”

Gojo laughs into his coffee cup at your annoyed expression. Normally Sukuna comes with you on these excursions but he has decided Gojo is trustworthy enough and today is the perfect excuse for him to sneak off to take care of some unpleasant business.

Though Sukuna does not hide his brutality from you, there are boundaries that you set and he accepts. In keeping with your established limits, he's using your coffee outing as a distraction while he tortures information out of a recently captured source. Additionally, this will help him gather ingredients for some bath that’s part of the wedding preparations. You have no clue what he means but you’re sure he’ll catch you up on it once it becomes more pertinent. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever had an enemy before! Now you’re shacked up with Mr. Psycho and suddenly some whore has it out for you.” stretched lips sip at a coffee cup before he finishes, “He’s changed you, Sunshine.”

You roll your eyes at his theatrics, swiping your cup back from his grubby, albeit slender, hands. 

“Yes, he has changed me” you say with a pointed look.  “I’m the princess to an empire of curses. I’m going to have many enemies I imagine.” You pause, taking a draft of your drink. “Technically I’ve had many for quite some time. Ever since we ran away together…”

“Eh, sure, maybe you do have a few enemies but not like this nut job.” Gojo states with a dismissive hand wave. 

“Well what do I do?! She’s clearly looking for trouble and I feel like she’s a little unhinged. Ainu said she screamed when she saw me and Ryomen down in the kitchen. Something about seeing me in his arms set her off.” 

Gojo raised his brows skeptically.

“Seriously though, what do I do? I’m so conflicted. It’s my house. Ryo and I should exist how we want and I can’t have her hovering around to get in the way of that but I also don’t want to kick her out since it’s the only home she’s ever known!”

“You care too much and it’s gonna get you killed.” he states bluntly.

“I do not.” You deadpan

“And Ryo? Seriously?”

You shoot Gojo a glare. 

“All I’m saying is that it’s your house and she just works there. If she wants to cause trouble, then she did it to herself.” Casually his fingers curl around his own paper cup as he lifts it to his lips. You hear a slurp before he finishes his thought. “And honestly, you don’t even have to kick her out. Let your fiancé do the dirty work for you.”

As you contemplate, your gaze softens. “You’re right.” You exhale, letting the weight of your head fall into your free hand. “Why should I care? She’s being a headache and trying to steal my fiancé from me. What’s it to me if she ends up homeless cause of it?”

“That’s the spirit!”

You shake your head, “Okay, with that settled, time for the second item on our agenda.”

“There’s an agenda?”

“There is.”

“Thanks for looping me in.”

“You’re welcome.” You chirp with sarcasm, not to be deterred by his own. “Now, before the wedding Ryomen will need to switch vessels. These are the candidates from our little online feeler that seem to be the most suitable for the role.” You explain passing your phone into his hands. 

“Wow Sweets, you sure do have a type.” Gojo murmurs as he scrolls. 

“Do not!”

“Do too. Tall, tattooed, and dyes his hair?” Gojo lifts his brow. 

You stammer as if he were seeing you naked. “I just got used to seeing him with pink hair is all. Don’t make it weird.”

A smile bursts beneath his white trusses. Gojo couldn’t help the boyish grin he had at seeing you flush as rosy as the hair you preferred to see on your king’s head. 

“So what’s the next step?”

“I’d like to reach out and see if they'd like to meet up.” 

“That sounds a little odd…and definitely something you shouldn’t do alone.”

“Well no doy I shouldn’t do it alone! Why do you think I’m talking to you about it?”

“Oh right, the agenda.” You sigh in exasperation. “Relax sweets! I’ll help.”

“Thank you, jerk”

“Hey!”

Innocently you look over the rim of your cup with a shoulder shrug. 

“Lucky you're cute, or I’d walk out that door. So where are you meeting these men?”

“In their hometowns. I’d like to see how they act when they’re comfortable.”

“And how far away are these hometowns?”

“Prrretty far…some of them.”

“How far?”

“The other side of the country.”

“So you want me to travel across the country to interview men who might become your fiancés body and will get to fuck you the rest of their lives?”

“Ew! Dont think of it like that!”

“Oh that’s how I’m gonna think about it.”

You deflate, believing the two of you had gotten past his crush. “I just need a second opinion. If you don’t wanna do it I’ll find someone else.”

“No no no no no, that’s not what I mean, it’s just, I’m sorry. It was stupid.” His shoulders sag, realizing he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to say no to you. “When do you wanna get started?”

“Wanna message one of these guys and find out?”

“Sure, but can we start with the closest ones?” Gojo asks and he passes back your phone

“Fine.” You reply with a tug at your lip. 

Tapping your fingers on the screen, you pick one that isn’t your favorite but would be a good place to start. He was alright looking and seemed like your average guy. Normal hobbies and interests. Nothing special, other than his heavenly pact, but nothing alarming either. 

Quicker than you anticipated, you receive a flirty message back. 

“Geez Sweets, what’d ya do? Send a nude?”

“No, just a normal message.”

“Well something about your profile got him excited. Text him when he wants to meet up.”

Your fingers obediently follow his request, striking the keys as you ask him to meet up for a possible opportunity. Praying it didn’t make you sound like a prostitute, you set your phone down waiting for a response. 

“You used the word opportunity?”

“What else would you call this?”

“I don’t know but ‘opportunity’ is not it. Now I’m gonna have to pretend to be your fiance.”

You shake your head, thankful Sukuna isn’t present to overhear any of this conversation. If he had, your tuesday coffee’s would come to an end. Saturo is much more bold when your love and bodyguard is not around.

“Oh! He’s interested. He’s inviting me…to a hotel?”

“HA!” Gojo breaks out into a fit of laughter at your disgusted face. “I told you ‘opportunity’ was the wrong word.”

“I’m gonna ask if we can meet for coffee.” you tap on your keyboard and are quickly met with a ‘yes’. “Much better. We’re on for Saturday two towns over from here.”

“Should we meet there or should I pick you up?”

“It’s not a date, Saturo. You’re not picking me up.”

“Fine” he says raising both of his hands in surrender. “Just thought I’d be a gentleman.”

“Mhm” you hum skeptically. 

Gojo gives you a shit-eating grin before asking if the agenda includes him sharing about his week. You chose to ignore his flirting and allow him to proceed with the latest update about what the University is doing to control the curses, what his students have been up to, and the latest news on the hunt to find you. 

“So they haven’t figured out that I left voluntarily?”

“Nope, they still think you were abducted.”

“Where do they think you go every Tuesday?”

“Looking for you. They give me these sad, sympathetic faces every time I get back.”

“Yikes”

“Eh, whatever keeps them from hunting you down like a criminal.”

“Turo” You reach out your hand to cover his, thankful to have such a good friend. He lifts his gaze and you lock eyes. A sad smile stretches his lips and soon the moment passes. You press forward with the rest of his life updates and end with roasting one of his bratty first year’s. It felt good to laugh like that. The world gets heavy when your entire life is built around keeping cursed spirits under control. Having a moment to relax feels like precious gold. 

Saying your goodbyes is bittersweet. Normally you’d have Yuji to commute back with but this time you were alone however, you were comforted by the fact that you’d see each other again in four days. 

You lay in bed next to Sukuna, messaging two of the other possible vessels. You admit, even though it’s for Sukuna, and you’re doing it in front of him, it still feels icky, like you’re betraying him. Slowly a sour expression spreads over your face with each subsequent message to men who clearly do not take you seriously and think you’re hoping for a date. 

You make a noise of disgust and throw your head back down on the pillow.

“Something wrong?”

“Yes. All these men think I want a date.”

Ryoman quirks his brow, “Do you?”

Your jaw drops open in disbelief just as a mischievous smirk splits his face. You hop up on your knees and play fight with him. “Jerk! Of course I don’t want them!”

With disorienting speed, Sukuna grabs your wrists and flips you onto your back, hands pinned by your ears, your legs somehow wrapped around his waist. A satisfied smile graces his lips, his suave demeanor coming across as both kind and dangerous. “Just because you’re having trouble in paradise doesn’t mean you get to hit me princess. Try that again and I might just hit back right here.”

He punctuates the last two words with a pat between your legs and gives you a smoldering wink and you instantly feel wetness pool between your legs. Why is he unfairly hot? You take a deep, centering breath, trying to tame your sex drive, when Sukuna releases you. Your hand reaches for your discarded phone but Ryomen swipes it first, immediately tapping on your profile to see why these men find you so…datable. 

As if eating a bowl of limes, his sour expression begins to match yours. You might as well have created a dating profile. All these images of you look too good. “When did you post these photos of yourself”

“I don’t know, a long time ago. Why?”

“You look available.”

“Well it’s not like I can update my profile picture to include my boyfriend. For starters, the University thinks I was abducted.”

“hmm…Saturo is coming with you?”

“Yes”

“Good. Instruct him to make it seem like the two of you are dating.” You look at him in shock. You know he knows how Gojo feels about you. “But,” he warns, “if he touches anything other than your hand or shoulder, Gojo’s a dead man.”

“Wouldn’t you rather come along?”

“Nah, I think it'll be distracting to have me there. You said you wanted them to act like themselves. If they’re my ‘fans’ then they’ll act anything but natural. Besides I have other business to attend to”

Your finger comes to your chin in thought. After mulling it over you’re forced to agree…as much as you’d rather have Ryo with you, it would be important to have Gojo make it obvious that you’re not on the dating market.

“I’m glad to see you don’t look pleased about it.”

“Of course I’m not pleased. I don’t want Gojo. I’m nervous and I want my fiancé with me.” you pout. “Besides, you wouldn’t marry me if you thought I was capable of disloyalty. You’re my king, so does my reaction really surprise you?”

He rolls back on top of you, tugging off your bottoms before breathing out a heated “true” into the shell of your ear. A growl rumbles from his chest as his hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt and rake down the sides of your ribs. 

You’re his loyal little soldier, sent to this world to please him. His mouth nips at your neck, the sudden need to claim you overwhelming his desires. Knowing you’re his, your heart, your body, and your mind, all pledged to him, it does something unfamiliar to his soul that resonates in his coursing veins.

Tingles and butterflies erupt everywhere he touches and you feel your mind go numb as he soothes your nerves with his lips and teeth. Sinking down to your collarbone, his nips turn to full on bites. Teeth sink into your skin and you can feel it give way to the sharp enamel. Excitement shoots through you, sending sparks to your peaks and heat to your core. 

As the perky nubs stiffen, Sukena’s rough fingers find them and begin to twist. You whine and strain beneath him but he doesn’t stop. His teeth continue to assault your complexion, his mouth sucking on your skin, leaving bites and bruises in its wake. 

Your stomach flutters, hands twisting in his hair. You subconsciously begin to grind into him. The need to release the building tension between your legs makes you desperate for him.

“Tsk, tsk, little one.” He scolds as you continue to rub your center against his stomach, needing more from him.

“Please.” you whisper, back arching into his face.

“Not yet. You haven’t earned it.”

He increases the pressure on your buds and you cry out, feeling the sting as he tugs. 

“Please!” you plead louder, the movement of your hips increasing, your juices smearing all over his stomach. 

If he were in his true form, that tangy fluid wouldn’t go to waste. Soon. It’ll be soon.

You twist in his hold, dying to fall over the edge but he’s denying you. He won’t touch below your navel. “Kuna, I need you.”

“You have me baby.”

“You know what I mean.” Your pout only increasing.

That devilish grin gleams in the dim lighting of the bedroom and you swear you’ve never needed someone between your legs more in your entire life. 

“Oh? Am I not providing enough pleasure?”

You refuse to answer, afraid he’ll stop. Instead you continue to wiggle below him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. 

“Does she want to be touched more?”

“Yes” you breathe

“Does she want to be touched here?”

His hand releases one of your trapped buds and slides over your pores down to where you need him most. Your eyes plead, begging him to slip inside.

“Oh, she wants to be touched here.” one finger toys with your opening, only dipping in up to the first knuckle. The endless teasing, driving you mad and making you squirm with sensitivity.

“Kuuunaaa, please.”

“Beg more.”

You hate begging. It’s so humiliating but when you don’t immediately give him what he wants he whips out the sash of his robe and wraps it around your wrists. He pulls it taught and tethers it above your head. 

The move, quick and smooth, steals your breath. Arousal spills out of your slit and that one tantalizing finger scoops it up to stuff it back inside. 

You can’t stand it. You need to feel the stretch. You need to feel how he pets your insides. “Kuna, please. I need you. I need you to make me feel good. Plea-hea-hease!”

The shame consumes you but the all consuming desire for him shoves your pride aside.

“That’s more like it.” he coos as he gathers a second digit and pushes inside. Pleasure erupts and you have a bit of relief but it’s not enough. 

He can feel your desperate squeezing and brings in a third finger. Finally he stretches you but it’s not around what you want. However, he thrusts in and out of your hole so fast, he rattles your body into full submission and when he hooks his fingers you spurt all over him. 

Even as you scream from your orgasm, his cruel little game isn’t over. He continues to stroke, enjoying how it makes your body quake. “You asked for this, Princess. Don’t you dare ask me to stop.”

Your toes curl and your body convulses. Then, when he spits on your clit and drags his thumb over the area while the rest of his fingers continue their strokes, you swear you’ll pop a blood vessel from how hard you shake. 

“Still need more?”

You physically can’t answer from the heaving gasps. Unable to contain a second orgasm, you stiffen like a board all the way from your outstretched wrists down to your pointed toes. 

You bare your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut as your chest reddens. The intensity catapulting you over the metaphorical edge and blinding you before he finally releases the belt of his robe and gently laps at your center. 

His soothing licks still cause an involuntary kick in your legs but they help bring your breathing back to normal. 

“What a good girl.” he simpers as you begin to relax. “Letting me toy with her hole like an obedient slut.” 

Even though he’s trying to gradually bring you back down, he can’t help the playful suckle on your nearby nerve bundle that leaves you shooting up with a gasp. “Ryo, please” you plead with your hand in his hair.

“Sorry baby. I got carried away.” 

“Sure.” you whisper as you fall back on the bed, letting him pleasure you till you’re lulled to sleep with his head buried in his favorite spot. 

Whipping his mouth clean with the back of his hand, Sukuna stares at you, his heart full of warmth, before he removes his robe to sleep naked next to you. 

Just because you’re asleep doesn’t mean he’s done touching you. Your most sensitive spots will definitely continue to be abused as you dream about him. 

Once he lays beside you, his arms wrap around your torso. One hand wandering between your legs and one cupping your breast.

You let out a soft moan in your sleep, the noise relaxing him while your body wiggles in his hold. 

Hearing your little sounds always helps him sleep. It doesn’t matter what kind of day he’s had, you’re able to ease his restless mind just by moaning at his hands. He continues to pinch and rub your erogenous zones and soon sleep finds him like a blanket of peace.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Masterlist

[ponyguru]

Day two of thrifting results! I took tons of photos, so even if half of them are blurry, they’re getting posted! 🤣 Buckle up for a huge ID list!! The Rainbow High doll is Bella Parker I believe, but she’s been sort of customized, along with the MTM Barbie. She’s in her alternate dress, which has a very cute thick weave! The other modern Barbie is possibly the Barbie Extra “Floral Fashion” with extra long hair… after a brutal haircut. 🤣 The vintage denim girl is 1979’s Feeling Fun Barbie, with all of her clothes! Wow! I actually thought this Moondreamer was Bucky, but the whole time I was mistaken - this is Sparky Dreamer, a girl inventor! 🤣 She’s missing her cute glasses and shoes, but she’s still one I was looking for! The two My Little Ponies are both repros, but I won’t deny the sudden racing heart when I identified Tickle hiding in the bag!! I saw Fluttershy first and assumed she was a real G3, but a quick squeeze confirmed she was the firmer Basic Fun plastic! These two came with lots of other random friends - two GiGo fakies (I think GiGo?), a baby doll in a unicorn onesie, a Belle doll with a squishy yellow dress in the style of modern Polly Pockets, a sadly chewed Elsa from Frozen 2 who still sings like a champ, and a mini Animators Ariel! Also an exciting find, a #5 Quints baby in a hair color I’ve never had, and an Our Generation mini! I bought the dino bag (with bonus surprise Safari Ltd tiger cub!) solely for the Breyer Stablemate, who hails from the 2018/2019 Dapples and Dots Four Horse Set. I also really like the glowing horses with their watermelon colors, most of whom look like copies of Breyer molds, and was surprised at the Nordstrom tag! I shudder to consider their original price! 🤣 And who did I forget? The little bobbling penguin! I assumed they were a wind-up toy, but I think they’re just a little bobbler! 🤣 Okay I think that’s it! Feel free to jump in with ID help if you see any errors, or if you know where these dinos come from! See you in six months for their post bath glowups! 🤣

[esmailsadeh]

Puppet Strings - Chapter 2

Note: Gooooood Morning everybody! Cleo here. Welcome back to Chapter 2! I had lots and lots of inboxes. I did for all the good people who were asking me, and liked my work. Maybe I'll write my own comic! Someday! So let's go ahead and get into this. (And also please don't offer me friendly budgets, or association on cover art or new comic. Thank you!)

Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Major Angst, Angry/Evil MK, Mischaracterization, Sunburst duo, Grammar problems, bad writing, Minor Blood, Psychological horror

Chapter 2: Innocent Monster

Mk and Wukong were still asleep after last night. It was silent. Too quiet. Suddenly Alarm clock! It was MK's alarm clock. He had set it to wake him up for the new job.

Beep. Beep. Beep

MK was quickly woken up. He immediately shut it off, so that SWK wouldn't be woken up.

Sigh.

He thought, that was close. I hope I didn't wake up. I have to get going. I have to get to work soon on the first day.

He grabbed his backpack and took out a sticky note. He was about to write when he suddenly remembered that his mentor can't read.

Shoot. What do I do now?

He got dressed and Went outside the house. He called a monkey and told him:

''Tell Monkey King I've gone to work and not to worry. That we can't train today. Sorry!''

The Monkey nodded. MK looked one last time at the house and went off.

Work

''Good morning everyone. We have a new employee joining us today. I heard he has quit the reputation! His name is MK the monkie kid.''

MK stood at the front of the crowd of workers. He bowed and said ''Nice to meet you!~''

The chatters began. MK rose up. He listened carefully for decipherable comments. "Is it really him?'' ''I heard he can't control his monkey form, what a weakling!'' ''If it weren't for him, the city would have never been destroyed'' '' He just another puppet for the Monkey King, poor thing!'' '' yeah, he's the worst. Reputation? Oh please! As if"

Mk heard everything they said, But didn't pay attention. A few Days passed, And MK is more stressed than ever! School With It's problems

Study! Exam! Study! Exam! Study! Another Exam! Study! Final Exam!

Pigsy's noodles with deliveries, Martial arts classes, And Training with the Monkey King, If That wasn't enough Anxiety a new job added to the list: Working at a normal looking café. He had taken martial arts just to get stronger to protect his friends. Especially Wukong since he almost tried to sacrifice himself. Well at least he rested the night so it should be fine. Until someday, "I like you. Please go out with me"

Silence.

It was Bai He. The who got possessed by LBD. She also happens to work there. What a surprise! She was the youngest girl there. Being a girl who works in a café she obviously worked as a maid. A maid to satisfy and serve as the waiter for the costumers.

''Y-You can tell me later if you-''

'' Eh- No I'm really sorry. I've given my heart to someone else.'' I lied. I had to come up with something to decline with…I just don't have the time to take care of a girlfriend.

MK walked away quickly. Bai He was just standing there in shock. MK went back to work. Chatting with others. He had become popular. "MK how's it like to be you?" "Yeah you're so popular. You handle yourself in situations greatly, I wish I had to be amazing like you."

"I'm not that perfect…" That's right. I almost lost someone that's precious to me. Monkey King. I won't let such a thing happen again, NEVER! I have to become stronger and keep it a secret, So that I can use my full power for emergencies. Just like that! I can't be brutally honest! Such a thing is a big mistake!

MK shook the thoughts and smiled brightly and changed the subject "I think you girls should smile more often than not! You look cuter when you do, so keep smiling. Hehe~"

"Wow, MK marry me!"

In the distance boys stood there chattering "I can see why he's popular" "yeah! Everyone was all over the manager until now tho!" The manager, A tall man listening in-on them, before walking back to his office.

A couple looong hours later…

Running to the exit MK Said loudly "I'm leaving now!" "Oh! Thanks for all your hard work! Have a lovely day dear."

MK was hurrying to the exit thinking: I have to get home soon. I need to hurry to training, I'm a bit late! But he suddenly slowed down hiding behind the wall that lead to the exit. And it also led to the manager's office at the left deeper side of it. He could hear the manager talking and grinning to Bai He, MK poke his head to see them walking to the manager's office. The manager was smiling to Bai he. MK stood there for a long while after they had left. Then continuing his way to the exit. On his way back home…

I wonder what that was all about. Was the manager drunk or something?

By the next day something unexpected happened… The manager asked

"MK can you work Overtime today?!"

"But I thought we didn't have overtime here…"

"We are short of staff. Considering Bai He didn't come because of you so it's your fault"

"Huh?"

"She was crying she said you made a total fool of her, since it's your fault you should take responsibility, right MK?"

"But…" He turned to see a boy grinning at MK whispering "poor MK"

Later

Everyone had left. MK was still there cleaning the tables. It was the middle of the night with another girl with him. She spilled some juice on the table, which was left on table MK was cleaning.

"Ah sorry it was an accident… don't look at me like that. I've had worse, I worked even more. You should be thankful." Before turning to the exit door and leaving she said "Thanks for all your hard work~"

MK was still cleaning. "…" A few hours past and It was 3 in the morning. He was ready to leave when "The bathrooms and backrooms too please, Thanks for all your hard work"

"…Okay"

It was practically 6 in the morning and the sun was almost up. MK was rushing to pigsy's noodles quickly. He had been really tired after all the classes and jobs. Not to mention in an hour was school time! He at least had to see his family right?

Pant. Pant. Pant.*

He opened the shop door only to see everyone wide asleep. No. He changed and packed for collage.

A couple of weeks went on without rest for MK. This was tough.

MK arrived in time for training with the Monkey King. He had dark eye bags. He hadn't slept for weeks. At least he got to see Wukong. This was more than enough.

"So Monkey Class is back in session. You ready?"

MK was in a daze standing there listening to SWK.

"Uh- MK?"

MK was shaken up by Wukong He clumsily said "What? Uh-Yeah soooo ready. Heheh"

"You sure? We can rest if you want. You seem to kinda need it…"Yikes.

"No, we're gonna train and that's final!" Even tho I reeeeally want to spend time with you I have to maintain my strength.

MK was so tired that in the middle of training, He fell unconscious and almost hit his head on a stone, but luckily Wukong caught him before that disaster could happen. He caught him right about he was going to fall and carried MK in his arms and took him to his Home.

"Sigh. What did I say about overworking yourself?"

He placed MK on to his couch. Ready to wake him up, but quickly stopped and thought it was the best thing to do at the moment: to let him rest a little.

Wukong was just sitting on the chair for the past few hours staring at MK in case last night's incident happens again. MK was gracefully sleeping Wukong thought it was kinda cute. (NOT A SHIP THO GUYS, DON'T GET FUNNY IDEAS, OKAY?) He took out his phone and took a picture. Is he a puppy? (Me rn: Time to destroy your cute moments. Lemme push the button and-)

Beep. Beep Beep. Beep

The tension is suddenly ruined as MK's alarm clock goes haywire. MK is jolted by this and gracefully falls to the ground. Wukong is stunned and leans over to check on his child.

"AAAh. I'm sooo late. Monkey King why didn't you wake me up?"

"Ah sorry" replied Wukong.

MK quickly open his bag and puts on uniform from over his clothes, and just as he is about to leave-

"Bud wait, do you have to leave? Don't'cha need to rest a little first?"

"No. I have to, but hey I'll make time, I promise, pinky promise that I won't ditch you"

They very cutely and shyly bring their pinkies close each other and wave them.

"If you say so…"

A few days go by and no sign of Bai He, nor rest.

Pant. Pant. Pant*

MK is running at 6 A.M. to get to his house, Thinking: Unlike the other days today HAS to-be different I have to make it, and see my friends. He openes the shop door to see that everyone is sleeping like the other days. MK shifts his gaze to Mai that's on the floor next to the door with a blanket wrapped around her. MK bends to his knees and hugs her. Thinking "I can't go on any longer, I can't bear it. If it continues my sugar castle will begin to rot. Things rot when they aren't alive anymore. If this goes on, I'll go crazy!" he thought that last part with his eyes wide open staring at the wall.

The next day…

The manager gave the paychecks to his co-workers. They were happy. MK opened up his own paycheck only to stare at it with shock. In the middle of the crowd he asked the manager "Is it okay if I ask a question?~" The crowd went silent staring between MK and the manager. The two went to the manager's office.

Manager commented "There was a mistake?"

MK replied back "The paycheck doesn't match the hours I worked, there's a mistake-"

"No it's correct."

MK blinked his eyes at that comment. Manager continued "MK you understand why don't you?"

"I don't. I worked like I was supposed to."

The manager's smile grow bigger at that comment walking one step forward and grabbing MK by the face and looked into his eyes and stated

"Oh, that's too bad. Really, you're just a cute little bird aren't you (in my fanfic MK is described as a cute blue bird) and you think you can get away with anything, don't you? I bet people went easy on you, and made a big fuss over just because you're cute and special. But life isn't that easy y'know. You caused trouble here. That's why your pay was cut. You understand don't you?"

The manager's grip over MK's cheeks got titer and his nails were squeezed into the deep side of MK's face causing it to bleed where the nails were pressed on.

MK un-phased by this and continues "Are you allowed to cut my pay whenever you want?"

"Yes. This is my kingdom of love. I'm the king. I have no need for anyone that doesn't love me…"

He shoved MK's head hard towards the back of the room. Causing him (MK) to step a few steps back from the manager.

MK blurts out "Love?"

Manager still smiling says "that's right, harbinger. I love you too."

MK is shocked by this and does something…chilling.

He raises his hands to his bleeding face and covers it.

The familiar yet un-known voice in MK's head goes "I will swallow any desire you have. After all dear Xiaotian, That's what love means."

He quietly with a soft voice responds "No." He continues with a not so nice tone "I can't agree to this. You can't. It's just wrong…" He peeks his eye through one on his fingers on his right hand, while the other still remains fully covered on the left side his face, and his eyes were…odd? Slightly red.

With this expression on his face and a threatening voice, he continues "You're not supposed to go after underage kids."

"Huh?" the manager is confused.

MK maliciously continues "I saw. I saw you bring Bai He in here."

The manager a bit loses himself in the statement stepping one step back saying "S-So what? Enough with the false pretenses-"

MK puts his hands to the side of his body with a death stare saying "They're hardly false." He looks around the room continuing "This place is thick with the scent of you and Bai He's dirty deeds."

This shocked the manager. "Uh" MK strikes commenting "It's like your gross, damp smell swallowed Bai He

"Haa? (What?)"

"Then I'll just have to ask Bai He myself directly"

"Well you won't be able to do that-"

"Why's that so?"

Manager looks at MK. MK tilted his head to the side with a sinister death stare and red bright eyes denying "I can."

"Wha-?"

His voice sounded non-human and a mixture of multiple voices repeating "I said I can." MK shifts his gaze to a near-by closet in that same position.

The manager is stressed by this. MK pays no attention hands wrapped around his back, saying "What's going to happen after that?" He steps one step forward while the manager takes one back. MK goes on "The kind and handsome manager…" The manager takes several steps back. "…is charged with sexual misconduct… Could your majesty endure having everyone look at you with disgust?" The manager bumps to his desk and slaps his hand on it. He Shouts:

"Who do you think you are? You're just a kid! You should respect adults!"

MK with the same tone asks "How come you couldn't control yourself with a kid?"

"-What?"

MK stings the manager like a bee saying "Did it sting that badly for everyone to pay more attention to a kid like me that you?"

The manager snaps pointing to MK "Of course it did! You guys are supposed to love me! But Bai He said he loved you." Arms wide open "So I taught her about my love. I made sure to thoroughly teach his body. Uh…" The manager stopped as he spotted a phone camera sticking out of MK's hip.

MK brought out the phone fully in his hand as the other was on his cheek. He replayed the video. "What an interesting face."

"Give me that!"

MK said "I'll post it somewhere."

The manager was beat up "Who do you think you are? Are you threatening me? Are you trying to destroy my kingdom?"

"I don't care about your kingdom. I don't care what you do here, or how you behave. It really didn't matter one way or another" The phone was in his hands and next to his head. Showing the manager his face in the picture.

"Then why?"

"Why didn't you control yourself? I controlled myself. I worked overtime and cleaned up because it was part of my job. I had less time to spend with my friends, but I controlled myself and did it all!" He pressured the word 'control'. His voice seemed hurt.

"You should have controlled yourself too…" MK's eyes were red with black swirls and a black dot at the middle "-then neither of us would have to go through this." He said this with striking voice.

The manager was crushed by MK's words saying "What? What are you saying?"

MK became soft for moment "What you feel might not be love, rather desire. Because love…is something your heart feels by itself. It's sweet, it sparkles and it makes realize what makes you happy without anyone telling you." He became dark again differing "If you had to teach her about your love, if you ask something in return, Something bad and bitter like that, that's not love. Hey manager, Even if it doesn't interest me, if it's unsightly I want to break it. I'm sure you know the feeling."

The manager falls to his knees. "It's okay just pay me what I'm owed okay?"

MK is on the way home. He opens the shop door, Only to get surprised by Mei.

"MK welcome home!" She hugs him.

"Did you wait for me? Wasn't it cold?"

"No. I didn't want to not greet you at the door."

I think it's a bit late for that. But it's enough. Thanks.

Good End

Hope you liked it. Let me know if I should keep traumatizing them. Or if I should keep doing cutesy stuff. Also let me know if I should do more and keep the psychological horror Monkie Kid. Looks that all the time we have for today. Suggest new ideas for upcoming chapters I'll appreciate it. Have lovely day amazing people. I will continue if we get 5 reviews. Bye~ Cleo Out!

POV : This song Is What I think would fit the fanfic perfectly:

*Comes in throws music* Mblue - Try *Runs Out* or check it on YouTube here: Mblue - Try

[entropiceye1342]

Spoiler free review for Netflix's live action One Piece!

WOW.

A lot of stuff to love! I absolutely ADORE this take on the adventure of the Straw Hat Pirates!

The Straw Hats are all cast perfectly, the supporting cast is spot on. Everyone NAILS their characters!

Give the man a crown!

Iñaki Godoy as Luffy is goofy and oblivious in all the right ways. He sticks the perfect landing of the emotional intelligence that was crucial to bring the deeper side of Luffy to life, and doesn't neglect the hyperactive child side either! Seeing him gleefully bounce around - both in and out of fights- was special. The CGI was pretty good! Better than I expected, really. I appreciate making Luffy a little more level-headed, it's a good choice to tone down the chaos goblin for live action 🤣

It was magnificent to see Luffy grow into a "real" pirate in this arc, and he will be the KING!

Mackenyu as Zoro is a bit "too cool" but honestly I expected it to happen, people tend to overlook the fact that 90% of the time he's just as dumb as Luffy 🤷 but MAN is he cool. He really surpassed my expectations for the fight scenes, and did not skip on the brutality! 3 Sword Style was stunningly realized and incredible fun to watch- even without drawing a single blade!

His one liners and sarcasm are on point, ESPECIALLY regarding Sanji 🤣

Emily Rudd as Nami is INCREDIBLE. Smart as a whip and wily as ever, this cat burglar lands on her feet! In and out of combat, Nami is quick on her feet and with her wit. One Piece passes the Bechdel test once again, and her story is every bit the emotional powerhouse as its manga and anime counterparts- better in some moments! 'Nuff said.

Jacob Romero Gibson as Usopp is delightful, though unfortunately he doesn't get as much time to shine as the others. When he does though, it's fantastic!

He really got the little things down about the character without needing to be as over the top as his counterparts- a bullseye from the sniper!

Sanji is perfect as well, you can SEE the training Taz Skylar went through for the part, from the mouth watering food to the killer martial arts. Every bit as fun to watch as the rest of the Monster Trio! My expectations for him were already high, and he kicked them into the stratosphere.

I'm glad they toned down the flirting, they found the right balance and played it well. Sanji matches Zoro in the bickering spectacularly, an absolute must that exceeded my hopes in both of their performances.

I'm not gonna list everyone but because I love this stupid fucking clown:

Jeff Ward as Buggy is an absolute TREAT, I am a huge fan of this take on the character. The perfect storm of bumbling dipshit who wants to be taken seriously, but still pretty intimidating at times. LOVE it. His jokes are GOLD.

Speaking of! Gold Roger, the man who started it all! *mwah!* Dazzling performances from him AND the Marines.

The few nitpicks I have are minor, the childhood acting ranges from ok to abysmal, Lily Fisher as young Nami is a notable standout. Some of the "minor" characters suffer from wooden acting, but honestly that's about the worst of it.

The Fishmen look a little low budget in their early appearances, but are absolutely PERFECT when they are the ones in the spotlight. Absolutely phenomenal work from McKinley Belcher III, my biggest fear from this was Arlong being done wrong and he CRUSHED IT!

The soundtrack was rousing, it truly felt like a call to adventure! And above all the SET DESIGN 😭

They TRULY brought the world that Oda Senseii has been drawing for us all these years, to life.

And now, anime One Piece is trending on Netflix.

THE GREAT PIRATE ERA IS HERE!

Here's to hoping Netflix doesn't Netflix it 🍻

What did you think?

Especially if this is your introduction to One Piece, I would LOVE to hear your thoughts!

[marthawrites]

It's that time again 😁 Here's what I read during May! Thoughts below the cut!

Lone Women: This book was so refreshingly different! Wow! Set in 1915, the story follows our main character, Adelaide Henry, as she moves to Montana to try to make a fresh start (all by herself) on a homestead. She has a trunk with her the whole time and that's where the horror is. This story has monstrous humans, a haunting past, and a brighter future ahead. Historical fiction, women fiction, horror, this story was super interesting and had me hooked throughout!

1984: This is another "classic" book that I never read during middle or high school. It's been on my TBR list forever!! So glad I finally made the time for it. It was extremely creepy, unsettling, and horrific. The end had me both screaming with rage and laying in the rain crying. AGH. It's so hard to believe this was wrote in 1949! It hits a little too close to home on multiple occasions and... wow. Just, holy shit. Incredibly disturbing

Make A Scene: I keep an eye on the audible daily deals and bought this one for $1. It was a cute and entertaining read! It wasn't anything deep, or crazy, or thought provoking haha, but it was entertaining and sometimes I just love those kinds of stories so much!

The Serpent and the Wings of Night: Book one of the "Crown of Nyaxia" series. A mouthful of a title, I know! But dudes hooooly shit!!! I am OBSESSED with this book! I loved it so so so much and have NO idea why it doesn't get talked about as much as other books. I love the lore. It has brutal vampires, badass women, terrifying Goddess' (Nyaxia? Helloooo she's so scary and awesome!), and an epic story of all of them combined. HIGHLY recommend! Oraya is such a great character with layers of complexity, and Raihn is AHHH, I love him

The Ashes and the Star-Cursed King: This is the second part of the "Crown of Nyaxia". I loved it as much as the first! Book 3 when!?! I can't flippin wait to read more!

Slaying the Vampire Conqueror: This is a standalone book in the Crown of Nyaxia universe. With how much I loved the other two I knew I'd like this one also. I ate it up just as quickly! Again, there's brutal vampires, badass women, and you learn more lore about different parts of the world, Goddess', and characters. I'm invested in this world and will be reading any and everything the author puts out for it!!

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Overall it was a great month of books and I recommend all of these!!

I've officially read 24 books so far this year and for me that's AWESOME. Loving it!

[elfhawk3]

A list of audio books on CD I have only the faintest memory of because I slept through a lot of them while my parents drove us places days away

There is a marine biologist or something researching down in the Mariana Trench and sees a giant fuck off shark the size of a bus and gets back to base and gets called crazy and fired for talking about giant sharks in water too cold for them or whatever. His wife cheats on him with his best friend. Another scientist asks him out to the Trench for help with, idk, science and he goes 'this is my time to prove the giant shark was real.' They find a giant shark, it eats someone in a tiny submarine or whatever. They eventually manage to haul the carcass up out of the depths and a bigger, pregnant giant shark makes her way safely through the cold waters by hanging out in all the blood-heated water while she eats the corpse as it rises, dun dun dun. There is a bunch of nonsense where the giant shark idk eats people in shark cages and a helicopter. They bomb it? And hunt for its babies after realizing she's no longer pregnant. The shark eats the cheating wife. I want to say he drives a submarine inside the giant shark and blows it up to kill it. I think it was called Meg?

There is a programmer doing work for the FBI overhauling the fingerprint analysis software. She's testing it with a fingerprint in the database she picked at random and goes 'wow this was at a lot of crime scenes where women got raped and murdered brutally, I should let someone know' and gets fired or whatever. The fingerprint search results can't be duplicated.  She looks into one of the cases associated with it that was marked closed and meets a shut-in 'I got a doctorate at age 12' genius who gives off the worst misanthrope vibes and he goes 'look yes I was sleeping with my hot professor, but I didn't kill her, I found her like that.' Something something, turns out the old software was programmed to ignore that fingerprint because the guy's mentor is a genius who works for the government and as long as he keeps making them lasers or whatever, they don't care about his occasional foray into carnage. I have no idea how this resolved. She is knocked out for raping and killing at some point. She and the former child genius probably bang.

There is a geneticist couple who can't have babies the normal way and decide to grow one in a jar and they tweak his genes. He's amazing, so bright, so beautiful, so utterly devoid of anything regarding empathy. This tiny mad scientist decides at some point he needs siblings and sets up more incubation jars. His parents find out and set up the only thing I really remember of this whole book. They peer into the glass to look at one mostly done cooking and have just the worst 'I have no mouth and yet must scream' reaction as they realize it, and all the other fetus jars, have deeply sloped back foreheads because their tiny mad scientist son also tinkered- so that the results wouldn't have frontal lobes. I don't think anyone made it out of this book alive.

There is a rapture except it's aliens? And the world turns into Stephen King's The Mist and a lady goes rescuing kids from monsters under the bed with the help of Very Good Dogs and one of the kids mentioned grandma didn't disappear screaming like the other adults, she was laughing, so she went somewhere else. Something something, children are innocent and adults are sinners who deserve to be eaten by alien foliage, except for just enough of The Right People to take care of these adorable moppets and the Very Good Dogs are watching you and judging. I am taught the word tutelary. Who's that other airport book author you can't escape that isn't James Patterson? That's this guy.

There has been a murder. At some point a dude looks at the Japanese widow and starts thinking about her perky little tits and exotic dark eyes and he can feel his trousers get tight. My dad stops the book.

[crascet]

X-Men Movie Tier List Update- The Wolverine

Probably the most unique film from this franchise, The Wolverine is sort of a ronin-style story, a lone warrior previously lost from a past event now brought in and becoming the hero again sort of deal. Logan starts out as becoming a recluse in the Canadian wilderness post-TLS after killing Jean to save everyone, and it really hits him hard as he still sees visions of her in his dreams (although some said this might still be part of Pheonix affecting him maybe). But as he is brought over to Japan for saying goodbye to Yashida before he dies, is where the changes start, physically first when he is washed and shaved prior to meeting Yashida and later developing back into his heroics when protecting Mariko.

I'll be honest here, I don't like Lojean as much as personally I like Scojean more, no offense to any Lojean shippers out there though, but Logan being haunted by seeing visions of Jean does go well into the theme of this movie being how people stuck in the past affect how they live the present, be it with the death of a loved one or even approaching death, like with Yashida in the creation of the Silver Samurai mech to obtain Logan's healing factor to reamin young and healthy.

Honestly, the whole combination of Japanese history into modern Japan is really cool to me as a fan of Japanese cinema, especially samurai films. The previously mentioned Silver Samurai mech to seeing a ninja strike on the Yashida residence are some of the best parts of the film to me.

Another thing I love about this movie are the actions scenes here. Probably some of the best I've seen in this franchise, especially the bullet train fight scene. The climax is also good, but I think First Class's climax is my favorite.

Viper, or as she is mostly called in the comics as Madame Hydra, (boooooo Hydra!) is definitely one of the most memorable parts of the movie in how snake-like she is here with her fork-tongue, venom abilities, and how she literally sheds her skin when she was hit with her poison. Also wow her death is just brutal; broken neck while being hanged up in an elevator shaft via falling debris.

I also liked Yukio, she was cool, but her ability to see people's death is actually messed up, especially if one death you see is your parents'.

The shots that are taken in Japan are just really cool to see and makes me want to go there one day possibly. Also wants me to see more superhero movies set in Japan. Hell, give me my Daredevil movie where Matt goes to Japan and either trains with or fight against the Hand, that would be awesome!

Last thing to mention has to be the mid-credit cliffhanger where Erik and Charles approach Logan, wanting his help to stop a possible threat coming in the future for mutantkind, and a Trask corporation easter egg that would definitely not be a part of this whatsoever.

Good movie here that not a lot of people talk about, solid B placement here. Next up, what people will say is another choice for best X-Men movie with X-Men: Days of Future Past, where we follow up on this mid-credit scene and a glimpse back in the past with Charles after First Class.

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(1/2) Hi, Lauren! Would you recommend me to watch Two Worlds? I'm debating with myself for a few weeks now, watching all these gif sets on tumblr. The things is... I find most of the BLs quite cringy which is a big no for me. Usually I like the BLs you're watching (I've really loved KinnPorsche, Not me, Kisseki, A Tale of 1000 Stars, ...), but there have also been shows you really loved but I wasn't able to finish - main example being Love in the Air (i just wasn't able to get past episode 3).

(2/2) Next shows I've tried but didn't finish are for example: Naughty Babe, Cutie Pie, Pit Babe. Could you advise me on which scale do you think the Two Worlds are? It looks intriguing but I'm afraid of a possible cringe lurking in the background. Looking at the BLs I've loved and the ones I didn't finished, would you be able to guess how I would feel about this one?

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Helloooo sweet anon! Thank you for your messages!

Firstly, I must say, the bl's you listed that you enjoyed are superior. Well done on your immaculate taste. And the list you provided that you couldn't finish is also hilarious and accurate and I'm agreeing wholeheartedly on your opinions.

In terms of Two Worlds...I'm gonna be honest with you, I only started watching it for Max Kornthas. The man has a hold on me that I can't explain. So I may be slightly biased, however, that doesn't stop me from telling you that the show has surprised me in so many ways. I'm thoroughly enjoying it as a whole and hope more people watch it once it's finished. (Learning that it wasn't a domundi/mandee production also helped massively.)

Where it stands on a kp/notme level vs cutiepie/naughtybabe/pitbabe level, let me try and break it down for you:

Production level isn't quite kinnporsche WOW, but it's also not naughty babe cgi tiger TRAGEDY. It tips more on the kp side of production value. The locations are gorgeous, and the cinematography is pretty as hell. There are some dodgy camera tricks being used, but nothing to worry too much about.

The acting: As a whole I would say it's definitely better than your average thai bl. It's absolutely not Gun Attaphan level good. But I will say that Max is kinda killing it- and I'm not saying that from a particularly bias lens. His acting has improved an incredible amount since cutie pie/naughty babe. Nat, bless him, still has a little ways to go to really impress me, but he's also improved so fucking much I have to commend him. The guy playing the 2nd love interest is definitely the weakest actor of the bunch, but overall the acting is pretty good. No major complaints from me.

The narrative: I think this story in particular is incredibly interesting, it's unique, it's angsty, it's romantic, it's brutal, it's exciting, and a little bittersweet. The pacing can be a bit all over the place at times, but if you just go with it, you'll catch up quickly enough. The one major flaw for me in thai bls in general is that sometimes the story seems way more complicated then they actually are. This story really isn't that complicated if you don't think too hard about the details. Are there plotholes? Ofc there are. But it's nothing too glaringly obvious that I want to rant about it.

Another plus is that there is no quick-how-can-we-promote-this-thing-that-has-no-relevance-to-the-show product placement, which is something I only noticed two episodes ago but am highly grateful for.

The thai bl cringefactor: There are moments where I thought I would be cringing up a storm, but so far it's been pretty tame in terms of typical bl cringe moments. There's no guitars or singing (praying it stays that way), but we have had a few 'oops i tripped and fell into you and now we're staring into each other's eyes' moments, but honestly? They didn't bother me in the slightest. Maxnat pull off the elongated looks very well.

Spice level: We've only had one NC scene so far, it was definitely more on the romance side of the fence than the spicy one, but it lasted 7 minutes long...do with that information what you will. We've got more to come from both Maxnat and our side couple (who I'm also enjoying greatly, btw) Maxnat know how to fucking de-li-ver and from the looks of the trailer, our side couple also get a pretty steamy moment too.

The only potential downside to the show is the hefty trigger warning list. If you want to know them you can message or dm me and I'll make a separate list for you.

This response probably didn't need to be as long as it did, but I wanted to give you the facts. Do I think you should watch it? Yes. Do I think you'll like it? I think so. But is it to the standard of bl you seem to really enjoy? No. Do with this information what you will! And please feel free to tell me if you do start watching it and enjoying it because I'd love to hear your thoughts!

ps. (the CACKLE I let out reading that you couldn't get past episode 3 of LITA was wild because you're so valid. I skipped episodes 1-7 because I also couldn't handle the cringe, but if you did want to try it again- episodes 8-13 are much better- still a little cringe, I won't lie to you- but it's definitely the stronger of the two stories.)

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DUDEEE this brings back memories of when I was 11 and my history teacher let us have medieval torture day as a reward for good behavior or something, we spent the whole day learning abt the different methods and devices… I was thrilled, obviously… combining three of them tho, damn… so wonderfully brutal 😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌 if you want another idea for a device for Darwin (Arthur?) to use (if he ever comes back, that is) the Spanish tickler is a fun one…

WOW well ig he knew what the kids want lol. I actually had a whole list of different torture methods he’d be using and the Spanish tickler was on there! I also had some big plans with a prayer cross…

As I wrote, I was trying to capture what it would feel like and how they would work, and suddenly it was quite long with only three tools utilized. I decided to throw a cattle prod in there for extra misery and shelve the rest for another time.

Since Tommy will be visiting different clients, I can explore lots of different types of torture depending on what the next client wants. He very well might have some more playtime with Darwin in the future.

I had an idea of a creepy museum curator who’s into all the old torture stuff, and that gave me a ton of room to play around with medieval torture techniques while still in a modern setting.

I’m finishing up a third chapter, and I am so excited to see the responses I’ve gotten. I hope my full design for the story will become clear soon, because I’m looking to make this a very interactive story - so people can submit prompts, vote for short descriptions of clients to choose who Tommy sees next, and people can even put in their own whumpers as clients.

Thanks for the ask!!!!

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Howdy lads. Apologies for not being as active recently. Been on BSKY and in a Very Active WoW guild. And Work.

ANYWAY. I've wanted to do my own little thing for GL S2. Yes the actual one we got. Just my little mini analysis of it, if you could call it that.

This post talks about all of the characters and what I liked/disliked from them this season. It will be under the cut. It will be long. It will be every character. Enjoy if you decide to read <3.

Let's start off with our main besties. Our main kiddos

Chase: Okay. I will say I didn't hate. A LOT of what he did in season 2. Also kinda feel he shouldn't have had his big sacrifice from s1 (giving up his physical body) be fixed just like that yeah idk. It CAN happen but that was waaay too short a time.

Now, this is all based on the last time I actively watched all of season 2, which was technically the first time. And the last. There's probably scenes with him that I really hate but straight up don't remember.

Yaz: What did you even do this season. We got your backstory (which was retconned from freaking s1) and then I feel like you didn't get to do anything. But be sad. I'd be sad too. You deserve so much better, as does literally everyone else on the freaking character list.

Also your backstory was Fine. If it didn't retcon season one, it would've been aight.

Kazu: Well! At least you died! Didn't have to deal with the Everything that Happened after your death.

Why were they doing you like that. They took your confusion, but willingness to learn and not judge from s1, and turned it to *gestures* that. It could've been INTERESTING. it was not.

Cammie: Well, let's just be grateful that they didn't do anything worse since she was technically 18 with the time skip!

Would've loved to see you repurpose the Union's tech but ok. Ig suicide and become nano. IDK.

Btw did Nugget ever come back. I don't think he did.

Val: You and Chase are the least messed up team members. I don't remember many of your scenes, unfortunately. But you were pretty cool from what little I do. I wish they hadn't messed up your promo material??? I mean,,,

Migas: Listen you were pretty sick. I love u always Miguel Garza. Mr. Go With The Flow. Um. Your arm went with the flow, literally, but uh. You know what I mean. Not too much else to say about you. wish you did more tho.

Leon: Mr. Not living longer than five minutes into the season.

Man they could've just gotten you a new VA. YOU COULD'VE BEEN THE SECOND GHOST IN THE MACHINE GRRR.

Jodie: Wow! I think the only times you really showed up this seasson is during the Scene (TM) and your brutal other the Scene (TM, Death Edition).

Listen. It's not like GL hasn't had brutal violent deaths before.

In S1, the Spy's brain gets fried. We see this on screen. We are shown different reactions, from horrified to 'glad that's over'. It actually you know sets the stage. And you know. *Gestures at Chase and the rest of his team*.

Not Miranda randomly deciding to fire on (? I don't remember the context) both Polity and Nemesis Units (That was probably the context) alike, killing Jodie in the process because MARIN TELLS HER TO.

MARIN WOULD NEVER. BARK BARK.

Also Miranda would never but obv.

Jodie literally wasn't a bad character. He just didn't get to do ANYTHING.

Miranda: *Holds her gently* Okay. Not entirely. Bad. They still hurt you Bad. Not as bad as Marin. But Bad.

I did like the scenes of her and Dri tho :) What little I remember.

As I said with Jodie, *Gestures* and you know.

Marin: Her character was assassinated the most out of every other character. SURE. I'LL BELIEVE THAT MISS "You're making soldiers out of these children!" Would immediately stoop to these incredible lows. That directly affects said children.

I will never not be mad I love you forever Colonel. You'd have to turned against the Polity if it would've helped the GL team

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Jha: *twirls hair* I like what they were TRYING to do with her actually. They failed. But at least she gets to live lol.

IDK I feel like she would've tried to dismantle them (both sides) from the inside out bc she hates them both. IDK IDK.

All I'm saying is if we thought that Weller was a father before, then what about Jha? More reasoning into why they separated? Besides the obvious but u know.

I have more to say about her but idk . Thank u for not dying queen.

Weller: Hiiii. What the heck was Omega Protocol FOR? I wanted you to do more morally gray (is that the word for it) actions. Would've been cool is something kicked in the protocol and it ended up saving Kazu's life. "You were supposed to protect us." Blah blah blah. Or whatever Chase said.

DO find that him knowing the Polity started the war interesting. Would've been made even MORE interesting if we learned he was using the Polity for his own personal gain.

I like the Polity not being exactly the good guys. And I like the Union also being the bad guys.

Should've freaked out when Cammie 'ascended' imo. I mean. IDK. Or you know. When Kazu DIED.

Caliban: They could never make me hate u Caliban. I do wonder why your inner you was a child though. I sure wish we got more of you being you. Boy howdy can't wait to explore how all of Weller's grief in his past absolutely went into how he created Caliban. And how Caliban has all his memories, but chooses to block out the ones that he deems unimportant, both good and bad. Like a Cammie choosing not to delete her memories of her head being ripped off, but instead of deleting them, Caliban just absolutely shuts them off unless he determines that they hold some kind of use.

Idk, they should've done more with you, Mr. Omega Protocol.

Dri: HIIII DRI. IM SO GLAD YOU LIVED. UNLIKE OTHER PEOPLE.

I wish they had done A LOT MORE with you and your mom :///

I don't have much to say. I can't wait to see what Actual Season 2 Of Gen:Lock does with you.

Same goes with their mother, I wanted to see more of Mrs. Chase :)

Henry Wu: Excuse me. Sorry. What was the point. Of killing you. Listen you just got saved in s1, they can't turn around and kill you-

Pointless!

I love your character so much I hope u get ultilized more in the actual season two.

Holcroft: You, sir, went from 'haha this guy is super shady and will only work with us to fuel his own agenda, and may secretly be working with the Union. But what if-'

To just being another nonsense villain working with the Polity *Gestures* with those soulless holon things.

WHY DID THEY EXPLODE AFTER COMPLETING A MISSION WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT. THE TEAM WOULDVE FOUND OUT ABOUT THEM ANYWAY.

Is. Is that everyone.

no hold on

Sinclair: I said every character, but I don't remember the very minor side characters that were with Sinclair (wasn't Dri with him at one point Or am I misremembering)

I don't even remember his bf's name.

YOU HAD SUCH AN INTERESTING CHARACTER. UNTIL THE WHOLE PLOT TOUCHED YOU.

I would've liked a more 'Oh yeah, the consequences of war kinda suck, I've been seperated from the team I was supposed to be with for the past year, and now that we've finally met back up, I am a completely different person and I don't know if I can exactly fit in with everything I've been through now' Wouldve been NICE.

They go infiltrate a Union base and find Sinclair liberating prisoners. They recognize Sinclair, because the Spy copied him Perfectly in looks.

Why. Why Did they do all that with him,,

I forget did he actually get to do anything afterwards. Does he even actually share any words with the GL Team.

I... I don't think so. Does he.

Sorry if I'm missing anyone I just wanted to scream and share my own thoughts. After almost 4 years.