#it’s really REALLY hard to not just starve

[chiso]

Exercise burns WAY too little calories to beat a bad diet, that is very true. I also lost the weight I lost (which his 20kg since summer 2023) through diet alone. Perhaps I did SOME exercise if you count the physical strength and steps you HAVE to do when you walk around in a warehouse, but I was "fat" back then even while working there before, so I don't think it made that much of a difference.

Ofc it's fine to stay happy and learn to love yourself as you are, I just know that I for myself couldn't and I find myself way more attractive now that I lost weight and for anyone who is like me and wants to shed some kgs without a horrible diet that ends in a yoyo- I'll add what I did under here, btw this is for no profit at all, I just want to help fellow people unhappy in their skin and I thought for WAY TOO LONG that losing weight is impossible, when it's actually not that hard.

It's annoying af, I know, but calories count. Get an app that calculates your daily need of calories. It needs your height, age and weight to know the right number. Once you have that, you can extract 100-300 kcal from that total and make this your goal to eat less of that every day for a few weeks, you'll see the weight WILL get down. The scale will sometimes stay the same weight for weeks though but if you keep going you WILL see the change!

Additional to step 1- 100-300 kcal we sometimes take in just with a sweet drink or a snack. It's not that hard to eat less of it and you can still get full! You can google low kcal meals that you can eat lots of- A personal tip from me is eating thin wraps (the thinner the less kcal) with salmon or other protein fillings- since protein makes you full AND is necessary for weight loss and muscle gain. BTW don't you dare to eat less than that, it WILL hinder your weight loss, we need a certain amount of calories to work!!!!!!

Protein, you have to eat enough protein a day for this all to be lasting. I read you have to eat your bodyweight (kg) in grams of protein in a day. For example, back when I was 60kg, I had to eat 60g protein a day. But also don't beat yourself up over it if you don't get that amount daily, I didn't either, just try to whenever you can, and it'll help!

ADD your workout. I had an app that also counted my steps and automatically added the kcal I burned to my daily kcal app. It motivated me to move more because 10k steps is like 100kcal and that was 100kcal I could eat more even WHILE dieting.

Cheat meals. Important: MEAL not day, every Saturday or Sunday I had a cheat meal, sometimes even smth as big as a burger on TOP of my usual daily intake. It helps your metabolism and body to stop thinking you're starving (which makes weight loss slower) so it's not only helpful in case you're starving to eat more (bc ngl it WILL be hard until your stomach has shrinked a lil but you can do it if I did bby) but also helps your diet physically fr! So do these!!! Reward yourself for your hard work

"So does that mean I will 4ever have to count calories?" God no, I did it for over a year until I was sick of it myself. I went from 68kg down to 49kg, when I stopped counting I gained again ofc, but I still know now what contains how many calories and know by heart what I can eat and what I shouldn't. I am 52kg for months now and I don't gain anything more and even if I would, I would know now how to lose it again if it gets really bad. THAT WAS BASICALLY already it. I know not every day will be easy and sometimes you WILL mess up. The trick is not to beat yourself up over it and keep going! Wearing the cute clothes you always wanted to wear will be SO rewarding and worth it, at least it was for me. Disclaimer that I never had children, don't have diabetes, and am in my early 30ies so idk if this will work for everyone but it did for me, and if this just helps one soul my job here is already done!!

Me: Exercise does not cause weight loss. This is a fact that has been demonstrated so robustly in research that even doctors, who hate and fear evidence, are grudgingly starting to admit this.

Someone reading that post: Cool, but have you considered that exercise leads to weight loss?

Me: I am going to eat you

[uhbambii]

A Quiet Morning in the Dellamorte Villa

The dawn light crept through the gauzy curtains of the Dellamorte villa, painting the bedroom in soft golds and shadows. Rook stirred beneath the weight of the silk sheets, her hair spilling across the pillow. Her eyes opened slowly, the remnants of a rare, peaceful sleep fading as her gaze landed on the man beside her.

Lucanis Dellamorte, famed heir to one of the most dangerous families and a Crow through and through, lay sprawled on his back, his sharp features softened by sleep. His dark hair framed his face in messy strands, and his angular jaw was shadowed with faint stubble. Despite the peaceful scene, there was something distinctly Lucanis about the way he lay there—an awareness in his stillness, a subtle control even in his rest. He was never really unguarded.

Rook allowed herself a moment to admire him, a rare indulgence. The two of them were not exactly the sort of people who could enjoy idle comforts. But here, in the quiet of his villa, with no one watching and no knives in the dark, she felt safe enough to linger.

Sliding out of bed carefully, she cast a glance over her shoulder. Lucanis didn’t stir. Her lips curled into a faint smirk as her eyes caught sight of his discarded shirt from the night before. Why not?

She slipped the oversized button-up over her shoulders. The fabric hung loosely on her frame, brushing her thighs. It smelled like him—spiced wine and gourmand, danger wrapped in charm. She rolled the sleeves up her arms and padded silently toward the kitchen, a thought forming in her mind.

Muffins.

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The Dellamorte villa’s kitchen was absurdly lavish and well-stocked, for someone who rarely ventured home. Rook found the ingredients she needed with minimal fuss. She worked quickly, her Crow training making her as silent in a kitchen as she was in the shadows.

Rook stirred the flour in a bowl, humming softly under her breath, when a familiar voice cut through the quiet.

“Well, this is unexpected.”

She jumped slightly, spinning to see Lucanis leaning casually against the doorway, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He was shirtless, his dark eyes glittering with lazy amusement, his hair still mussed from sleep.

“You’re lucky I didn’t have a knife in my hand,” she said, her tone dry but her lips curving into a smile.

“And here I thought nothing could catch a Crow by surprise,” he replied, pushing off the doorway to saunter toward her. “But this… cara mia, this is a sight I wasn’t expecting to wake up to.”

His gaze slid pointedly down to the shirt she wore, his shirt, the top buttons undone to reveal just enough to make his smirk deepen. “Is this your way of staking a claim? I didn’t realize you were so territorial.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she shot back, turning back to the bowl. “I was cold. And you’re lucky I’m feeling generous. I was going to make muffins.”

“Muffins,” he repeated, the word dripping with exaggerated disbelief. “I must still be dreaming. Rook, the infamous Crow, is baking muffins in my kitchen? What’s next—embroidering handkerchiefs?”

“Keep talking, and I won’t save you any.”

Lucanis laughed softly, his voice low and rich as he stepped closer. His hands settled on her waist from behind, his presence warm and undeniably distracting. “You know,” he murmured near her ear, his breath brushing her neck, “you’re whisking that flour like it’s a target, you’ve received contract on. If you want these muffins to be edible, you’ll need to be gentler.”

Rook tried to focus on her task, but the way his hands slid along her hips wasn’t helping. “And what would you know about baking?”

“More than you’d think,” he said, his tone smug. “The Dellamorte name didn’t always keep me well-fed, you know. I had to learn a few things back when I was going through training.”

She snorted. “You? Starving? Hard to imagine.”

“Hard to imagine you in a kitchen, cara mia. Yet here we are.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. Lucanis always had this way of disarming her, slipping past her defenses with that wicked grin and sharp wit.

He leaned closer, his hands tightening slightly on her waist as he teased, “Though I must say, this shirt looks far better on you than it ever did on me.”

“Are you going to help, or just stand there and flirt?”

“Why not both?” His voice was low, and before she could respond, he turned her to face him, lifting her effortlessly onto the cool marble countertop.

“Lucanis—”

He silenced her with a kiss, slow and deliberate, his lips brushing hers with maddening precision. One of his hands trailed up to tangle in her hair, the other remaining firm on her waist. The kiss deepened, his usual charm giving way to something more intent, more real.

When he finally pulled back, Lucanis lingered, his dark eyes locked on hers, warm and brimming with a familiar, maddening confidence. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her arm, and a crooked smile played on his lips. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and rich, "you don't have to sneak off in the morning to make muffins. You could just wake me up. Though I can't promise we'd get out of bed anytime soon."

Rook raised an eyebrow, fighting the flush that crept into her cheeks. "And what exactly would you do, Lucanis mio, if I did?"

His grin widened, the kind of grin that usually preceded trouble. He leaned in closer, watching her carefully. "Oh, I can think of plenty of ways to make it worth your while. None of them involve flour."

Her lips twitched into a smirk, but she turned her face before he could see the warmth blooming across her face. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"I've heard rumors," he replied, stepping back just enough to grab the whisk from her hands. "But if you're sneaking around in my shirt to bake muffins, I must be doing something right." His eyes roved over her, slow and deliberate, lingering just a little too long. "It's a good look, by the way.”

Before she could reply, he stepped between her legs, settling his hands on her bare thighs. His lips hovered just above hers, close enough that her breath caught. "You could have stayed in bed," he murmured, his voice a velvet promise. "And I could've kept you... busy."

"Some of us like to start our mornings productively," she managed, though her voice was softer than she intended.

"Productive?" he teased, his eyes scanning hers as he spoke. "You're in my shirt, with no pants, making muffins in my kitchen. And here I was thinking you just wanted to drive me insane."

She smirked, leaning in just enough to brush her lips against his in a quick, teasing kiss. “Maybe I did,” she murmured, her tone as sweetly provocative as the look in her eyes.

Lucanis let out a low groan, his hands tightening briefly on her thighs before sliding up to rest on her hips. His forehead came to rest against hers, his voice a husky whisper laced with amusement. “Strega mia, one day you’re going to be the death of me.”

Her smirk widened, her hands slipping to his shoulders as she tilted her head playfully. “Is that a complaint?”

“Far from it,” he replied, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth in a maddeningly light touch. “If I go, at least I’ll die happy—and very, very distracted.”

Rook laughed softly, pushing against his chest just enough to make him step back. “Well, I wouldn’t want to deprive Treviso of its most charming Crow just yet.”

“Il più affascinante, per favore,” he laughed with a wink, retreating only far enough to grab the whisk again. His gaze swept over her once more, lingering on her bare legs and the way his shirt clung to her. “Though if you keep parading around my kitchen like this, amore mio, I might be tempted to retire early.”

“Tempted?” she shot back, sliding off the counter and standing toe-to-toe with him. “I’d think you’d have better self-control than that, Amorino.”

He leaned in, close enough that their noses nearly touched, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. “With you? Self-control doesn’t stand a chance.”

She arched an eyebrow, fighting the grin threatening to break free. “You’re full of it, you know.”

“And yet, you tolerate it,” he quipped with a grin, echoing her earlier words as he turned back to the mixing bowl.

Rook leaned against the counter, watching him work, her smirk softening. Despite all his bravado and charm, there was something grounding about the way Lucanis moved in his own space, so at ease yet so attuned to her presence. She could feel it—the way he made her a part of his world without ever saying a word.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence as he gave her a sly glance. “Breakfast today, cara mia. Tomorrow… dinner?”

“Tomorrow?” she asked, feigning surprise. “You’re awfully confident I’ll still be here.”

Lucanis grinned, setting the whisk down and stepping closer to her again. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he murmured against her ear, “Oh, I’m very confident. After all, tesoro, I always get what I want.”

Her heart gave an unsteady flip, but she kept her smirk in place as she leaned back to meet his gaze. “And what is it you want, Lucanis?”

“You,” he said simply, his voice low and unguarded as his dark eyes held hers. Then, just as quickly, his lips curved into a devilish smile. “But I’ll settle for muffins… for now.”

Rook let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she pushed him toward the stove. “You really are trouble.”

“And you love it,” he tossed over his shoulder as he turned back to the batter.

She didn’t respond, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than she intended. Because, damn him, she did.

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Is it possible to fall in love with my own writing???

IM EATING IT UPPPP!!!

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[zevrra]

“what’s wrong my love?”

james sits between your thighs. his hands rub your calves while his head rests on your knee. lost in his own little world moments ago but now his soft gaze looks up at you. he gently hums as his fingertips massage your legs, inching as close as he can get to you. “i want you.” he responds in a soft voice. green eyes begging you without him even having to really say anything else.

“oh you…” you whisper with a smile. your hand reaches out to gently caress his cheek and as your hand touches his face he melts into it. puts the full weight of his head into your palm with a sweet kiss against your wrist just as his eyes fall close. the sight makes your heart beat hard inside your ribcage, pleading to be given to him. which was easy enough for you to do. “come here.”

his eyes befall you once more, tender and full of need, and with your permission, james rises to meet you. his hands settle on either side of the couch you sit on as he practically crawls into your lap. but he stops short, waits for you to give him the go. pathetically waiting for your every order. “can i kiss you?”

god, what a man.

you smile as he waits for your answer. your thumb rubbing against his eagerly awaiting bottom lip. you nod and he dives forward. pressing his lips fully into your own as he kisses you hungrily. he had been waiting for this moment for too long. every alignment and illness he could ever experience was gone the second he touched you. all he needed was you. his lips devour yours like a starving man, a whine escaping his lips into your own mouth as the taste of your lips was enough to drive him mad.

you laugh at his eagerness, leaning back just to have him chase after your lips like the desperate man he was. you can’t help but smile as your lips move in sync with his, your hand slides along his subtle jaw, moving slowly down to his chest, while your other hand pushes through his blonde hair and around to caress the back of his neck, pulling him up closer to you.

“please i want more, my darling, please…” he begs against your lips. he sobs a broken noise as his hands grip your thighs. his hips adjusting to grind his fullness into your shin. weakly he whines with the ever growing need for you swelling inside of him. he has been a good boy, he’s waited plenty long enough. he did as he was told and now he wanted more.

and how could you say no?

[rosenclaws]

Congratulations on 600 followers!!! 🥳🥳

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

“Don’t make a mess, baby.”

With Leopold 🥰

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, switch!leopold, kinda exhibitionism, cowgirl, missionary, creampie, praise kink (leo).

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wc: 791

a/n: okay hear me out. touch starved Leopold who can't get enough of you now that he's had you once.

He really should feel ashamed. Leopold was raised to respect and care for his partner. To not hold such, filthy thoughts in his head and to feel this desperate. But something about you has changed everything. You first time together was nothing short of magical and now...Well it's all he can think about.

He really does feel bad for constantly wanting to take you in such a vulgar way but he can't seem to help the images that pop into his head. You're at work and all Leopold can think about is how badly he craves your touch.

The feeling of your nails in his hair and scratching down his back. The sweet sounds of your moans and the breathy, desperate praises. He's getting hard just thinking about it. The sound of keys catches is attention as you open the door and walk through.

"Leo the craziest thing happened I-" You don't get another word out as Leopold practically jumps on you. His hands sit on your waist as he pulls you to the couch.

"Forgive me my love." He mumbles against your lips. Only taking a moment to breathe before latching himself back onto you. You drop your bag and curl your fingers into his hair. He shoves off his coat and moves his lips down to your neck.

"Leo," You gasp as he bites into your neck.

"What's gotten into you?" He looks up at you with lust clouding his eyes.

He needs you, desperately. You should feel a little bad for corrupting the once sweet gentleman that Leo was but if you're being honest, you like this a little better.

Clothes are shed and tossed to who knows where. Leaving the two of you naked on the couch. He's sitting down watching you with wide eyes. He doesn't even have the patience to make it to the bedroom.

"We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” You tease, tilting his head up to see the blush that's creeping up his neck. Kate, Stuart, and Charlie all know where your spare key is which means any of them could walk in at any moment.

"Oh you like that don't you?" You whisper in his ear as you lower yourself onto his hard cock. Leopold's eyes squeeze shut as he tilts his head back. His breaths coming out in short puffs.

"Feel so good Leo." You whine as you move your hips up and down.

He can't help himself as he bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts. You moan loudly as his cock hits deep inside of you every time. His thrusts becoming erratic as he loses himself in pleasure.

He can feel himself snapping, he needs more. Needs to pummel his cock into you until you're screaming his name. He needs you to tell him what a good boy he's being. He wants to ruin you.

You let out a yelp as he switches positions. He's got you pinned down on the couch, legs up on his shoulders as he's pounding his dick into you. His face is twisted in pleasure as he fucks you hard and fast.

"Leo!" You chant his name over and over.

One hand claws at the back of the couch as your other hand sneaks below and rubs your clit roughly. Leopold sees and smacks your hand away, replacing it with his own big fingers. It doesn't take long for him to send you over the edge. You pull him down and hold onto him tightly as you come hard. Your nails dig into his back and the pain makes him come with you. He's quietly whimpering as he thrusts his hips lazily. His cum filling you up nice and full.

"Shit, I didn't know you had that in you." You hum happily as you cup his face in your hands. His hair is sticking to his forehead and his face is flushed red but he still looks as handsome as ever. He groans as he pulls out and you sees his cum drip out of you.

"Don't make a mess, baby." You coo as you swipe your fingers down and pick up the spilling cum. Leopold watches in awe as you stick your fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue with an evil glint in your eyes.

"This isn't fair darling," He whines as he falls back onto the couch.

"You're far too tempting for me to resist." He mumbles as you crawl over him. You lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. He sighs as you snuggle against his chest.

"Maybe I like tempting you over to the dark side." You tease. He looks down at you and smiles.

"Perhaps I enjoy it here, especially with you guiding the way my love."

[ink-feathers-and-paper]

When writers say they need interaction to write and share, it's actually an understatement. Interaction is not just the bread and butter of a writer, it's their water and their oxygen as well. It's what keeps them motivated, even through art block, even through hard times. People say AO3 author notes are unhinged. Comments and kuddos are what

Just say something like "I really liked it! Thanks for writing/sharing!" if you don't know what to write. It's better to go in specific feedback for the author to know where to improve, but we're all so starved on comments that even a "<3" in the comments will make all of us SCREAM.

Comment "Kuddos upon rereading" if you're coming back to re-read a story you enjoy. There's no rule against commenting more than one.

Reach out to the author if you draw fanart, or if it inspired you to write your own story.

And this doesn't only apply to writers you know. Any artist, really. It takes a lot of courage to share our work. Please, just tell us if you enjoy it. It'll make the day of any artist out there.

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[cyb3rpunked]

“don’t yawn like that, pretty girl.”park sunghoon

¡ in which your bf got hard from seeing you yawn during a college lecture !

trigger warnings :: masturbation, blowjobs, bondages, cursing, and pet names.. (and just overall a lot of nsfw content. 18+ only, mdni!)

extra background info :: um so yeah he’s basically like “come give me head, babygirl..” ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

damn. hoon just really wanted your plump and pretty lips on his aching cock, didn’t he? the way you covered your mouth when you yawned-. god, so beautiful. he bit his lip, shamelessly staring at you during a lecture. he couldn’t wait to get you in his dorm, with you in between his knees, eating him up as if you starved your whole life for him.

he whined under his breath, waiting for the bell to ring. hoon sighed shakily, trying to ease his arousal under his desk, but failing miserably. so, so impatient.

the class went on, with the boring teacher making everyone have a contest to see who’d fall asleep last. it was pretty sad. meanwhile, hoon slipped his hand into his boxers, unable to wait any longer. he tried not to make any sound as he slowly stroked his aching member. hoon licked his lips, imagining that it’s you that’s fondling his balls and smearing pre-cum around his tip so gently. he can’t cum yet, he was still in class which annoyed him.

all he could do was just stroke his hard cock, begging the universe to let this painful class end.

once the class ended, he watched you as you slowly and almost torturously packed your things. hoon walked to you and spoke in a whine like way,

“my dorm, now.” you were confused and questioned him with a puzzled look.

“why? i need to go to the library to return some books.” he groaned and whispered quietly,

“look down, bae..” you cluelessly looked down and saw a bulge in his pants, making it clear at what he wants. “books later, me now.” he said, gently grabbing your wrist and leading you out.

once you two got to his dorm, he locked the door and immediately unbuckled his pants and took off his boxers as you put down your backpack.

“woah, hoon-..” you said as he gently wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you closer to his bed. he whined as he commented,

“baby, it needs you so bad..” you bit your lip and obediently sat down inbetween his knees, bringing your lips to the tip. hoon whimpered softly as your lips welcomingly took him whole. your warm mouth made him feel things that made him feel like he was about to ascend to heaven.

your tongue, your lips, it was all too good as you licked and sucked him without a care in the world. shit, he was getting close.. he was too busy moaning and whining, so he just gently tugged on your silky hair to indicate that he was gonna cum soon.

you gently took his balls in his hands and rubbed them gently, fondling them with such good care. you even sped up your sucking for him.

“fuck, y/n..” he moaned out loudly, letting himself release in your mouth. he tasted like avocados and vanilla ice cream. you slurped all of his cum up, leaving nothing to be left as he gently kissed your forehead.

“thank you, baby, it’s been a while since you made me feel so good..” he muttered, picking you up off the floor and placing you in his lap.

this was meant to be a full length / really long pov, but i never finished it and it stayed in my drafts for like two weeks.. 😭

[rorja]

tw. mention of blood and scars, change of pov. not proofread.

gladiator!suguru geto is a sight to behold in the arena. he wielded his weapons with hunger and a controlled fury that he cultivated each day. as long as a life was lost in the magnificent, arched walls of the colosseum, he would never stop. because gladiator!suguru didn't fight for the freedom the emperor could grant him— no, he did so to avenge all the people he called family between the shared dirty corners of that imprisonment.

gladiator!suguru doesn't belong in the arena, and it's a thought that has been plaguing your mind ever since you attended his first game. you can clearly picture it, with the finest silks and gold ornaments on his arms; where a spatha would lose all the meanings men would sang about, belonging less and less to his hands than any scroll would, even in such moments where human emotions prevailed over his reason.

and yet, gladiator!suguru seems to lead a dance only he can hear the sweet sound of. his opponents are quick, strong, muscles all flexed but it's noticeable how they lack in wits. and so, his weapon becomes a melodious lyre telling the gut wrenching tales of all those who got lost in front of his eyes. tales of far away lands he fervently wishes to return to. not under the scorching sun that favors the capital, not the endlessly thundering of his name every time his feet blessed the sand of the colosseum— but the home he was forced to leave behind.

but a starved one could not quell its ceaseless hunger for revenge, for he was no god. and so, how much longer could he last before meeting his ultimate defeat? the silent worry clinging to your question found its answer in the gladius of his enemy. the cheering abruptly ended when gladiator!suguru got brought down to his knees, the blade of his opponent sinking deeper in his thigh. you were quick to react, standing up like the many men and women gasping and praying on the benches made out stone. and your heart sunk perhaps lower than that blade as your eyes eventually caught only a glimpse of that fury residing deep in the gladiator's chest.

it was a blur. you really had no memories of how you happened to be walking the deserted hallways where the gladiators jails were dig in hard stone, with water leaking through the cracks after the twentieth spectacle still going that week. but as hilarious as it could get, you knew each turn of that nearest hell like it was engraved in the palm of your hand. gladiator!suguru's jail came into view soon after and you felt your heart leap in your ribcage. of the wound suffered a week ago, only a scar was what remained. adorning his thigh with yet another triumph.

his muscles stiffened, sweat and dried blood carefully washed away by the cloth held tightly in your hand. a shiver found path from his exposed neckline to the bare signs of survival on his back and beyond. gladiator!suguru knew the effect he had on you, he could sense it amidst the religious silence that accompanied your gentle actions: how your fingers occasionally trembled when touching his skin by mistake, how your eyes lingered on him when you thought he was not looking, how your cheeks would grow red when damping the cloth on the provided basin. he wondered.

how long until your absence got noticed? you were a noble man's precious daughter after all, yet to be married and with a future as one of rome's well-known domina. often gladiator!suguru had wondered why. why would you get down the prisons he was held in like a rabid dog and waste your time on him? and at the very beginning he was tense and wary, wondering if you sought nothing else than a sick, twisted sense of entertainment in treating him this way. but your emotions were sincere, he quickly discovered, and your care honest unlike the men that mended his broken skin just to throw him to that hell once again.

gladiator!suguru was a sight to behold in the arena. he wielded his weapons with hunger and a controlled fury that he cultivated each day. and yet there were moments where his fury would subdue, the screams in his head becoming whispers easier to silence. your hands were a balm over the many burning scars adorning his vulnerable skin, and for a second he felt something akin to relief in seeing his hands clean from the blood he had to spill. you kneeled in front of him once again, his eyes now following closely every movement, unmoving, even when you wasted your kisses on his brightly reddened knuckles.

"you did good" another kiss, "you made me proud once again".

[daisymbin]

44. "let’s stay up all night talking, just like we used to."

seungkwan and reader have both been very busy lately so they haven’t spent a lot of time together. seungkwan has been sad and needy so he tells reader this ^ and they spend the night catching up and sharing funny stories

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fluff prompt #44: "let's stay up all night talking, just like we used to."

seungkwan flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, his head resting on the armrest as he stared at the ceiling. you glanced at him from the kitchen, your hands still busy drying the last of the dishes.

“what’s with the theatrics?” you asked, walking over to join him.

“i’m starved,” he mumbled.

“you just ate dinner,” you pointed out, sitting down on the floor beside the couch so you could see his face.

“not for food,” he said, his voice softer now. he turned his head to look at you, his expression unusually serious. “for you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. “what do you mean?”

he sat up, his knee brushing yours. “i mean… we’ve both been so busy lately. i feel like i barely see you anymore.”

you sighed, guilt tugging at your chest. it was true—between his packed schedule and your own responsibilities, quality time had been scarce. “i know,” you said quietly. “i miss you too.”

he hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before he spoke again. “then… let’s stay up all night talking, just like we used to.”

your lips parted in surprise, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him.

“remember how we used to do that?” he continued, a small, nostalgic smile playing on his lips. “we’d just sit and talk about anything and everything until the sun came up.”

“of course i remember,” you said, smiling back. “those were some of my favorite nights.”

“so let’s do it again,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “tonight. no phones, no distractions. just us.”

you couldn’t say no to him, not when he was looking at you like that. “okay,” you said softly.

a few hours later, the two of you were curled up on the couch, a pile of blankets thrown haphazardly over your legs. an empty bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table, and the soft hum of a playlist seungkwan had made filled the background.

“do you remember the first time we went to karaoke together?” he asked, his eyes shining with amusement.

“how could i forget?” you replied, laughing. “you sang that one ballad so dramatically that the staff came to check if everything was okay.”

“i was passionate,” he defended, though his cheeks flushed pink.

“you were loud,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

he grinned, leaning back against the cushions. “i don’t regret it. that night was perfect.”

“it was,” you agreed, your smile softening. “you always make things fun.”

“you’re just saying that,” he said, though there was a touch of bashfulness in his tone.

“i’m not,” you insisted. “you’re the most fun person i know. and the most caring. and, honestly, the most dramatic, but in a good way.”

“you’re making me blush,” he muttered, covering his face with his hands.

“good,” you said, laughing as you pulled his hands away.

he looked at you then, his smile fading into something gentler. “i really missed this,” he said quietly.

“me too,” you admitted.

the conversation turned softer after that, slipping into memories and stories you hadn’t shared before. seungkwan told you about a funny mishap during practice, complete with spot-on impressions of the other members, and you shared a ridiculous story about a coworker that had him clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

time seemed to blur, the hours passing in a haze of laughter, shared snacks, and the occasional yawn.

“what time is it?” you asked eventually, your voice thick with sleep.

seungkwan glanced at the clock. “almost 4am.”

“we’re really stayin up, huh?” you said, smiling despite your tiredness.

“of course,” he said, reaching for your hand. “it’s worth it.”

you laced your fingers through his, your heart swelling at the simple gesture. “you’re worth it,” you said softly.

his eyes softened, and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “i’m keeping you up all night more often.”

“i’ll look forward to it,” you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.

and as the first hints of dawn began to creep through the curtains, you felt a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the blankets but rather, from the boy—curled up next to you, talking until the rest of the world faded away.

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Tangy Delectibility | Vampire!Alex Kralie x Jay Merrick

jaylex | vampire au | 2k words | 16+

this isn't a masterpiece, I literally wrote this in probably an hour but I'm on a jaylex and a writing kick.

vaguely based off of @creative-clawmarks's liveleak au (au on the brain chat)

not really canon correlated.

The apartment was dim, the only light leaking through being the kitchen light some feet away from where they sat, providing just little enough light for Alex’s eyes not to feel like they were burning out of his sockets and just enough for Jay to see him. They sat in mostly silence, so much so you could hear a pin drop into the carpet— Or, at least, Alex could.

His arms were wrapped around Jay’s waist, head tilted slightly up to stare blankly at the barren ceiling of his apartment, trying to ignore how the other male was trying to weasel his way into getting bitten onto. This was just how their relationship was; When exactly it had started he couldn't fully pinpoint, but ever since that first bite, both of them were thoroughly hooked— though Alex refused to admit he was, he didn't rely on Jay’s blood to get by, it was just a treat— It was just something he could look forward to weekly in his boring and frankly irritating life. Jay however, he was completely reliant on the toxin that would seep from Alex’s fangs, psychologically dependent on the effects of it that would render him damn near paralyzed. It wasn't even addictive, yet anyone who saw Jay coming after it every week would probably assume it was. Hell, maybe Jay was just that pathetic.

Alex could feel the boy pushing his head into the crook of his neck, and he couldn't help but let out a low sigh as their skin brushed together. He had been ignoring the others desperate attempts to get his fix, opting to act like nothing was happening courtesy of the pounding headache pressurizing the inside of his skull right now. He could only take so much bright fluorescent lighting, loud garbles of everyone’s overlapping voices, and 3 hours of getting his head slammed with knowledge and things to remember before he had enough, and he had nearly forgotten that Jay was even coming over until he heard the knock at his door because of it. He knew it would be best to just stop stalling, alleviate his pain with his favourite nutrient source and give Jay exactly what he wanted in turn— But God, he was procrastinating. Hard.

“Alex..”

His thoughts were broken apart before he could continue his ridiculous conundrum of being too damn lazy to get what he needed when it was right in front of him by the sound of what he needed right in front of him, eyes finally tearing away from burning holes into the ceiling to glance down at the heap of brown hair at the bottom his vision. Jay’s voice was slightly muffled, shivers being sent down Alex’s spine as his lips brushed against the skin of his neck. Damn tease.

“You okay?” He continued, his voice gradually drawing off into a whine before he pressed a kiss into Alex’s neck. He swore, Jay got on his damn nerves sometimes, but God, everyone did. He didn't think a person walked on this planet that couldn't piss him off at this point.

He let out a sigh he didn't know he had been holding, combing his fingers through the others hair after shifting his eyes away from him. Jay hadn't done anything particularly wrong besides be worried, and needy, he really didn't have any reason to be getting upset at him. God, maybe he did just need to eat— Or, well, drink.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” He breathed out in yet another sigh, like the first one hadn’t fully made its escape yet. “Just.. tired.” He excused, his shoulders sagging a little. He wondered if Jay could see right through him, right though his ‘just tired’ umbrella excuse he used to brush off everything. Was he tired? Probably, but he was damn irritated and his head was killing him and he was probably starving by now. He probably could— They’ve known each other for, what, 5 some years now?-

Yet again, his thought train derailed suddenly as he felt a hand press against him right at the bottom of his ribcage. He felt himself jolt, a heat coming to his face that he would rather die than keep feeling— “I know what could make you feel better..”— Filled his ears, the most allusive words said in the meekest of voices. He hated when Jay did that, he knew the other knew what he was doing, saying things like that acting all innocent. He was a hell of a lot more of a string-puller than people gave him credit for, that was for sure. He just couldn’t be patient, could he?-

The slightly shorter male lifted himself from where he was tucked in Alex’s neck, tilting his head in such a way to reveal more skin, skin that was adorned with the light scarring of every other time Alex sunk his teeth in. God, he really needed to be more careful about that, he couldn't just let Jay walk around looking like he got attacked or something—

A hand slid up on his shoulder, fingertips subtly brushing against the fabric of his shirt. Jay’s eyes said it all— He knew what he wanted, he knew what Alex needed, and he knew that they both knew. It made the blond question if he should just give in, if he should have given in hours ago– If he should just stop being stubborn and give his body what it needed, especially since Jay was offering himself so willingly.

“Hungry?” Jay broke their silence, pulling at the collar of his own shirt to show more of his skin, the tendons moving visibly under his flesh and making him all the more appealing. Alex felt his eyes narrow right on the spot he knew gave him the best results, his hunger awakening like a beast stirring from a long sleep. He suddenly wanted nothing more but to lunge at the other, taste the tang of his flavour and—

No, no, he needed to stop himself there. Jay didn't control him and he certainly didn't need his offers. Besides, he should probably just wean off of this whole thing now, before he seriously couldn't control himself anymore. Surely, if he just learned to live without the taste of blood in his mouth, he’d stop having such urges, right? If he caught it early?

“No, I’m fine.” His voice rang out, sterner than he probably intended. He casted his gaze off again, not wanting to feel his own resolve crumble the moment he looked into Jay’s heavy lidded eyes. But even as he avoided eye contact, he could feel the others' stare bore into him. He didn't buy it, but hell, did Alex even believe himself?

“You're always hungry.” He filled the silence, the words making Alex’s lips purse. Yeah, he probably was. There was probably never a moment where he wasn't smelling blood, hearing everyone’s heartbeat over his own that had faded out by now, never a moment where the urge ebbed at the back of his mind— But he’d probably tuned it out. Years of doing that with humanly food had prepared him well for becoming an eldritch monster, who would have thought?

He let out a sigh through his nose, weighing his options. Would it make much of a difference if he gave in one last time, as long as he kept himself in check later? Jay was offering, he wanted it just as much as Alex did. What would the harm be? He just wouldn't take as much blood this time..

He casted his gaze over, narrowed eyes staring deep into Jay’s green ones, fighting to not fall over the skin of his neck that his peripheral was honed in on. It would get rid of his headache, that was a benefit, right? It was the only thing that would help, he knew that.. What choice did he have?

“Fine. Just a little.” He grumbled, shifting in his spot on the couch under the bleek weight of Jay. He could have sworn he saw his eyes light up from the corner of his eye, but he casted that thought aside in favour of moving his hands to press flush against Jay’s lower back, pressing him a little closer. Jay moved without a fight, draping his head over Alex’s shoulder to angle the skin of his neck parallel with his teeth. Alex’s eyes bore into exactly where he wanted to bite— The fleshy part right in front of the largest tendon. That part always gave him the best results.

They sat in unmoving silence for a moment, Jay’s breath quietly sounding out as it fanned across Alex’s own neck. He let his hunger build, the pressure soon filling out his gums as his fangs protracted in, pupils dilating while the clawing ache of fervour dug into his being. This is what Jay asked for, and he would give him what he wanted.

After what could only have felt like ages, he leaned forward, wetting the skin with his tongue just to give the briefest of warning before sinking his teeth in, moving with Jay as he tensed. This was a delicate procedure— He wasn't looking to rip his throat out with his teeth, afterall. They just had to keep still for a little longer..

Once he tasted the tangy, copper flavour of liquid seeping past his teeth, he knew he hit the right spot. He retracted them, only to latch right back onto his skin, licking at the blood beading out. He could hear Jay’s hitched breath, feeling the way his throat and chest stuttered each time, but he ignored it to focus instead on the eye-rolling delectability of the others blood, his hands moving to grip his hips to keep him in place.

He could feel Jay’s growing limpness as the toxin worked its magic to fill his mind with haziness, his head dropping down fully onto his shoulder as Alex sucked down the blood until he was sure it would stop pouring. He could feel the pressure in his head ease up, his irritation being smoothed over by the calming balm he was drinking down. When he was satisfied, he moved back, soothing the bite wound with his tongue to numb the pain soon and, hopefully, not leave too big of a scar. Who knew you’d get a free neomycin built into your saliva when you're turned into a beast? Definitely not Alex.

He moved away, his back resting against the couch yet again as he casted his gaze over at the male in his lap, watching as he swayed before falling limp against his chest. He moved a hand up, combing through the back of his hair. “Happy now?” He questioned, his voice now smooth without the migraine and irritation ebbing behind every word. Jay didn't reply anything besides a grunt, but that was all he needed to do. Alex knew the answer, he knew it was a yes, because it was always a yes.

He let his head lean back against the couch as he basked in the newfound relief flooding through his head, the metallic taste still coating the roof of his mouth. He should have just done this hours ago— Maybe he wouldn't have been so pissy the whole time. He continued going through the motions of his “I can't believe I was so stupid” self lecture, unbeknownst to the fact that his talking blood supply was sliding off of his lap until he heard the sound of his knees hitting against the carpeted-over concrete floor. The sound made Alex cringe slightly— He may have built up a higher tolerance now, but he knew good and well what that felt like.

His eyes traced back over to where Jay now sat between his legs on the floor, observing him to see if this was a complete accident or his own doing. It was a valid response, Jay had learned how to navigate the heavy stupor of the toxin by now, and he had interesting desires and even more interesting ways of going about getting them. Alex learned over the years not to question it, and he especially didn't now when he felt the pressure of Jay’s head resting against his stomach, eyes closed and body heavy. He stayed still for just another beat of silence, before lacing his fingers back through the others hair, letting him stay there for the time being. Both of them were satisfied, and he was sure both of them were content with being sat in comfortable silence instead of the usual tension.

He just had to hold back from doing this next time. Or, maybe the time after that instead..

[boarcide]

If Jason Todd had died in such a small body, not even fully reaching 5 ft when Bruce buried him, then Jason was also pitifully tiny, just 4’11 when he woke up and crawled out of his grave, only to get run over by a truck. He was probably, barely 5 ft when Talia found him on the streets (since it’s hard for a malnourished boy to grow if he’s starving in the streets as a barely alive corpse). If we go by the average estimate, Jason when he was catatonic couldn’t have been any taller than 5’3–considering he was nothing but a malnourished by with a body that could collapse on itself at any moment.

He was really small, when he died, and when he came to life. How did that truck driver feel? To not be able to stop the breaks quick enough and as a result he brutally ran over just a tiny little boy? How did Talia feel, taking care of a battered boy that barely reaches her sight when she looks straight ahead? When she looked at her beloved’s boy, who barely even reaches his father’s shoulder? I think it was devastating for her, in some way or another.

[yandere-daydreams]

i cannot thank you enough for the illumi content you put out here for us, truly feeding the starved and needed

we illumi fans have it so hard T-T i feel like the general consensus currently is that only chrollo, illumi, and hisoka are the only really fuckable men in hxh, and of that, hisoka too much of a freak to really get into and chrollo isn't enough of a freak to cater to my hyper-specific tastes. illumi is my platonic ideal,,, my middle-ground perfection,,, i may not write for him very often, but i promise i'm good for one annual fic just so you all remember exactly what kind of freak he is and how much that means to me.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

You paced the room, straightening the few items in your cage.

Curtis just had enough furniture to function. Nothing really was comfterable beyond the nest.

You glanced at it and rolled your eyes. Of course, that would be the one thing the Alpha would allow himself to have the best of the best. Fucking one-tracked beasts, all of them.

But you dusted everything there was, straightened, refolded and lounged around as much as you could. You even took a peek at his extensive library, the only other thing you found he allowed himself. But it was full of banned books, a death sentence if you were found owning them on the train.

How he even had them, you had no clue.

The omega wasn't satisfied right now and no matter how much you avoided the messy nest, it was at the back of your mind, a sideways glance towards it making you sigh. There was no way you were going to leave it looking like that.

With a sigh, you yanked all the bedding off and stripped off the sheets. Pulling out fresh bedding, you got to work getting it made once more.

When Curtis returned he found you meticulously working on the nest, making him hide a small smile before the hard look returned. You were humming your little Omega content sound. Looking at him for a moment before circling the nest and plumping a pillow.

He didn't dare say anything to disrupt his Omega, not when you didn't seem upset or distressed, fear and anxiety wasn't scenting the room sour. He approached the nest and lowered to a sit on the floor to admire you.

Now and then you would reach over the nest, where he would hand you another blanket or pillow. Some you would discard, deeming them not worthy, he was sure to note the material so he wouldn't be bringing you anymore of them, others you trilled happily, making his heart a little lighter.

Finally, you seemed to stop, sitting in the middle to look around and then crawl out to stand before him. "It wasn't right." You sighed as you lowered to sit in front of him, curling your arms around your knees and hugging them to your chest.

"Is it better now?" Curtis asked as he moved in closer, tilting his head while he sensed your sadness coming back. Easily he scooped you into his lap, tightening a bit when you struggled a moment and then settled in against his chest, feeling his purr start to fill the room once again.

"Yeah, it's better now."

"Then why are you feeling sadness Songbird?" His hands were warm against your skin, reaching under your clothes to your bare skin and the change in you started to ease, not turn so bitter.

"While I was rearranging our nest..." You started and he chose not to mention you said our. "I was thinking about all the others in the other cars. How can I have all these comforts while they are starving and scared?"

Curtis's purr changed to a warning growl, tightening his hold on you. "You want to save something so evil and corrupt as the people on this train. They are beyond saving Y/N."

"Not all of them." You turned towards him, grabbing his face to make him really look at you. "You don't believe that."

"I do, I've seen it."

[theredtours]

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[sweetlullabyebye]

Wait hold up ghosts can feel things in Hell (I think?) so it's litteraly the first time Charles could actually feel Edwin when holding his face?

[13eyond13]

I love the way that, in addition to his origin story with his over-sized sword and the scar on his nose, the flashbacks to Guts's childhood show how much of his insane work ethic and reckless self-endangering abandonment in battle were all kinda ingrained into him by his craving for attention and approval from shitty father figure, Gambino.

Random nice mercenary guy: "Don't overexert yourself, kid. Just do what's needed. 'Cause if you die, you lose everything."

Gambino: "It's your first battle. Work hard!"

Guts: [throws himself into battle so hard he nearly dies multiple times, fixating on pleasing Gambino the entire time]

Gambino: "C'mon, hurry up! Work! Work!"

Guts: [gives Gambino his entire earnings, Gambino tosses him back a single coin]

Guts: [more motivated by this one mild bit of encouragement than anything he's ever experienced before in his life]

[sluggybunny]

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