#ready to dive into my obsessions once again!

[hellamorte]

OH NOOOOO IT'S BEEN TOO LONG I MISSED YOU ALL FRIENDS!!!!!!!

[starryjake]

Heyy girl I’m obsessed with your writing could you do like what would enhypen do if they were jealous? I feel like that would be sooo good! 🙋‍♀️🔥🔥

(a/n sorry this took me forever to post 😍😍)

heeseung: def the most nonchalant about it. like you couldn’t even tell he was jealous at the bar you guys were at with friends, so that’s why you were so shocked when you two got home and he was suddenly taking it all out on you.

fucks you rly rly hard and rough, gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave finger imprints. he’s def hitting it from behind because it’s the position where he can be roughest and manhandle you the easiest. he’s just spitting out the nastiest, dirtiest sentences to you. :(

“i don’t want another guy in your vicinity ever again,” he spat. “you fucking hear me?”

you sniffled, turning your head to the side. your entire body bounced from just how hard he was giving it to you.

“yes,” you whimpered out.

he grabbed you by the cheeks and forced your head to look at him.

“can’t hear you,” he nearly growled.

“yes, heeseung!” you repeated. “don’t even want any other men—fuckkk—near me.”

he slapped your ass harshly and continued pounding you. you were practically dripping wet so he just knew you were enjoying this.

“that’s what i thought, princess.”

would cum all over you to mark HIS territory!

jay: visibly pissed. it just makes him SEETHE seeing another man trying to flirt with HIS girl. and it makes him even more pissed that you’re so oblivious, not catching on at all that this guy clearly fucking wants you.

still, he’s a gentleman. once you walk back over to him, he forces a smile and tries his very best to not show that anything is wrong. he ushers you to the car, eager to get the hell home.

you’re barely through the door when his arms are wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his body.

“you know who you belong to, baby, don’t you?” he asks, dark eyes scanning your face.

“you, jay,” you say, slightly confused as to why he would even ask that. “you know that.”

“yeah,” he mutters. “do me a favor, yeah? go upstairs and get on the bed. i want you naked and i want your legs spread, hear me?”

how he could be so soft spoken yet stern at the same time was beyond you.

“jay, wha—”

“now, angel.”

you don’t argue. you’re quick to leap upstairs to your shared bedroom and strip out of your clothes and undergarments, laying spread on the bed just like he told you to.

five minutes later and jay is between your legs, giving you the most sloppy, toe-curling, delicious head of your life. he’s absolutely worshipping your pussy, making out with your clit and diving his tongue into your dripping hole.

“fuck, jay!” you cry out, shamelessly grinding your pussy against his face.

“my fucking pussy,” he mumbles into your folds. “no one will ever eat this pretty cunt like i do. all mine.”

his words send you flying over the edge, and you’re quick and eager to return the favor to him once you’re done.

jake: my pouty baby :( the type to get the saddest out of all of them, starting to feel insecure when he saw you talking to another guy and laughing so hard at what he was saying.

when you made your way back over to jake, he was quiet and out of it, so it was clear something was wrong. however, he said it was nothing, so you dropped it.

back at home, he’d be clingier than usual which gave you the impression that something was wrong, but you still didn’t know what.

it was only when you’d be getting ready for bed that jake would ask something like, “you only love me, right?”

and then by that sentence alone, you just knew he was jealous. to prove how much you loved him and only him, you showed it to him in the best way possible.

that was how you ended up kneeling between his legs with his cock all the way down your throat. he would be so much more sensitive than normal, feeling like electricity was flying through his body every time he thrusted into your mouth.

you felt so bad for making him think you could’ve ever been attracted to anyone else, so you let him fuck your mouth as long as he wanted, not even minding how much you were gagging and how much saliva was drooling out the sides of your mouth.

you swallowed all his cum because you’re his good girl after all <33

sunghoon: like heeseung, doesn’t really show that he’s jealous. he just gets super quiet and you literally have to PRY it out of him to find out what’s wrong.

“just don’t like how that guy was lookin’ at you,” he would mutter, avoiding eye contact at all costs since he’s so embarrassed. :(

you would feel so bad and you just want to make him feel better, so you do so in the way you know he’ll enjoy the most: riding him. <3

he watches with blown out eyes as you sink down onto his cock, both of you letting out a sigh of pleasure simultaneously. it never got old: that feeling of first being intertwined with each other.

you plant your hands on his abs for leverage and slowly raise yourself up before lowering back down, slowly milking his long cock.

within a few minutes, you’re bouncing rapidly up and down his length and his lips are attached to your nipples. he’s moaning around the hard bud and your fingers are tangled in his hair.

“i love you,” you tell him through heavy breaths. “just you, hoonie. fuck.”

he’d look up and attach his lips to yours, embracing you in a kiss before he dumps his load deep into your pussy and keeps his cock stuffed inside you for the rest of the night.

[malavera]

Good Girl (18+) — Hugh Jackman One shot

summary: hugh sent you this picture of him and warned you to be ready when he gets back to you.

warning: SMUT! MDNI. Basically filthy sex, unprotected, porn with no plot, pet name 'kitten', calling hugh papi, don’t cum inside guys.

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‘Yeah? What am i supposed to do with this information, hey?’ You giggled as you typed your text before pressing send.

‘i just wanted to say i’m not going to apologize for what is there to become of me tonight.’ Hugh replied in a matter of minutes. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, you wouldn’t be seeing him until 3 days, at least that’s what you knew.

‘wdym?’ you typed back and when it showed delivered, a knock landed on your door surprising you in your seat. You hurried yourself off towards your door, and when you opened it, it revealed the current obsession of yours; Hugh Jackman, your 5-months-low-profile-boyfriend.

You gasped, “What are you doing here?! I thought you weren’t supposed to be in New York until the 3 days!” You squealed jumping to engulf him with a hug. Hugh laughs seeing your adorable reaction while entering the cozy space of your apartment, kicking the door shut with his feet.

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I, kitten?” You blushed from hearing the pet name he loves to call you slipped from his lips. You bit your lip trying to suppress a smile before crashing them against his. Hugh hummed and sighed in content, dropping his duffle bag on the ground. His arms wrapped around your petite body while yours trying to pull him close, your toes tip toeing on the floor.

"Now, you wanna show me what you just sent me, papi?" You lowly spoke against his lips once you broke away from the kiss. Hugh stared at you, humming and pursing his lips.

"Do you think you deserve it?" He spoke before kissing you again, turning both of you around as he pushed you gently against the wall. His lips pulled away from yours to move down to ravish the delicate skin of your neck. You softly moaned when you felt his warm tongue nibbling against it, eyes rolling back to the back of your head. "Have you been a good girl while I was away, kitten?"

"Mmmh... Yes, papi. I have." You pouted slightly, hugging him.

"Hmm yeah? 's that so?"

"Yeah," you pouted when he broke contact with your neck as he looked down at you grinning. "Please..."

"Well, in that case, you deserve it then." You gasped when your feet have lifted off the ground and by instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carry you through your shared bedroom. Hugh softly plopped you down on your cushion before you propped yourself up with your elbows to look at him with an excited grin.

Hugh smirked, shifted his head side to side while tutting at you. You watched as both of his hands went to grab the hem of his shirt as they pull it upwards to discard the material off his body. Your lips went agape slightly, you still couldn't believe it. Dating the famous Hollywood actor, who is 55 years old, and has the body of a Hercules? You really want to thank god for, other than his genes, his dedication and passion to work on his body.

"What do you think, baby?" Hugh said with a Cheshire smile, flexing his abs, tilting his body slightly to show his work of art. You bit your lip, suppressing a smile, your head nodding away for approval. "Yeah?" He added, you didn't say anything instead you rub your thighs against each other, feeling yourself pooling your panties.

Hugh laughs at you before he put one knee on the bed and dive himself down to you, pushing you to lay against the bed. "Cat really got your tongue huh, kitten?" You hummed in approval before crashing your lips to him. Hugh pressed himself against you, grinding his clothed cock against your clothed cunt. You moaned, feeling the big bulge rubbing softly against your heat, couldn't wait to feel his thick and heavy cock inside you.

Hugh broke the kiss on your lips to kiss your neck, he knows how much you love neck kisses and he'd be honored to rain you with lots of kisses. You moaned even more when you felt him nip your delicate skin with his teeth, your legs spread wider to welcome him as he ground his hips more against you, dry humping you at this point.

"Hmm, papi, please..." You pleaded, you gasped in surprised when his hand reached down inside your panties, gliding against your slicked pussy, gathering your arousal with his fingers. Hugh pulled away from your neck and lay his forehead against yours, his eyebrows pulled together, eyes staring down at you.

"I know, kitten, I know, let me play with your cunt a little, yeah?" He coo'ed. You gasped, eyebrows furrowing once you feel him push his index finger inside your throbbing cunt. "So wet for me, kitten. Tsk, tsk." Hugh tutted, thrusting his finger inside you slowly.

"Can you take another one?" Apparently that was a rhetorical question as you were about to provide him an answer, he pushed his middle finger inside you earning a loud moan from your agape lips. He laughed under his breath, watching you fall apart just by his 2 slender fingers curling and flicking inside of you.

"Fuck, papi, so good... So good... Don't stop." You moaned, closing your eyes as Hugh looks down to watch himself work on you.

"Oh, I'm not gonna stop kitten, never. Come on, spread your legs wider." You obeyed to his command, watching him straighten himself away from you. His free hand went to rip your panties off, shredding the fabric. You gasped as your face contorted into disbelief and were about to protest before he beat you to it,

"I'll buy you new ones, kitten. Don't worry, I got you." He breathed, watching his fingers working on your pussy as you let out a loud moan. Hugh can tell when you're nearing your edge, and as you were about to reach it, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt as your body jolted in surprised.

"Hugh!" You protested, but he was too busy getting his shorts off. "Wait!" You yelped, twisting your body to the side trying to reach your nightstand to find a condom, but there were none. "We don't have a condom!" You shrieked.

Hugh pulled you by your thighs, before grabbing the hem of your shirt discarding them off your body, revealing your full-rounded breast. He climbed himself on top of you, his throbbing cock rubbing against your glistening pussy. One hand on top of your breast, kneading them and giving your nipple a play with his thumb, the other is holding on his cock, rubbing the tip against your pussy.

"I need to be inside you now, kitten." Hugh panted, you moaned looking down to his hand on his cock. He gave himself a couple of pumps before guiding himself to sink into your tight hole. Hugh grunted from your tense pussy, choking just a half of his cock as he attempted to get into you. He swatted your thighs as he grunted, "Baby, relax for me, let me get my cock into this pussy, come on." You whimpered, closing your eyes as you tried to relax.

Once he got himself all the way in, you both moaned in sync. Hugh kept his gaze on your pussy, watching his cock, slowly thrusts in and out of you but not completely pulling himself out. When he recognized your pleasurable moan, he knew you've adjusted to his size and that's when he started to increase his pace. Taking off his gaze from your pussy, to your face. Both of his hands groping your tits as his hips snapped back and forth.

"Ngh... Baby, so good. You're so big." You faintly moaned the last sentence.

Hugh grunted, "Pussy so good, like it's made for me." You moaned at his filthy words. "Such a good girl... Taking me so well, kitten. Who's a good girl?" Hugh leaned forward, connecting his forehead against yours, cooing at you.

"M-me.."

"That's right, baby. My good girl, tell me how much you love my cock?"

"Love it so m-much, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yes! Oh so good, papi. Love your big cock so much in my pussy." You sob out a moan, closing your eyes shut.

"I know, baby, I know." His free hand went down to reach your clit before his thumb starts playing with it. The action drove you crazier, moaning even more out loud as you feel yourself reaching your edge.

"Hugh, I'm- I'm- I wanna cum." You cried.

"Do it, kitten. Cum on my cock, come on, make a mess for me, yeah like that huh?" He whispered against your lips before he crashed them against yours. You shrieked against his lips, as you felt your thighs shake before creaming down on his cock. Hugh moaned against your lips, feeling your orgasm on his cock, as he increased his pace even more to reach for his high.

"Mmmh, fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum so much, kitten. Pussy so good." Hugh grunted as you moaned, watching him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. His hand went to wrap around your neck, as you moan to the action.

"Yeah, papi? Cum for me. But PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!" You shrieked.

"Fuck, can't pull out, pussy's too good." Hugh grumbled, hand around your neck went tighter.

"Hugh!!" You shrieked, as he roared before forcefully pulling his cock out of your pussy and give himself a couple of pumps before shooting out strings of his hot cum on your belly.

You sighed in relief, you love and adore the man, but you weren't ready to be a momma just yet.

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[gudfornuthin]

Hiii❤️, are you taking requests for Bernard rn? And if so can you write a Bernard x reader (she/her) where she has a very flirtatious personality and he has a huge crush on her and he lovesss when she’s being that way towards him but when he sees her talk to other people like that he’s kinda jealous and maybe end in some smut ( ofc only if you’re comfortable writing that!<3)

Jealousy looks good on you

Bernard the elf x reader

A/N: ‘tis the season and the Bernard girlies have awakened. I’m shocked at all the support I’ve received from these one shots and I’m so glad to be writing more. This isn’t my best imo, I don’t know where I was going with it so I kinda got carried away, but oh well lol. I have another Bernard request after this one and then I’ll be back to my Beauty and the Beast rewrite. Hope you all enjoy :))

“She’s doing it again.”

“Who?”

“Y/N. She’s flirting with him again.”

“Your obsession with Y/N is becoming a problem.”

This wasn’t the first conversation Curtis and Bernard had had with each other about Y/N. This topic specifically. It was known by the other elves that she was confident, and very blunt when talking to others. That also didn’t stop in the romantic sense. And Bernard knew that. She wasn’t afraid to flirt with him in front of others, and that’s why he loved it so much. It made him feel good. And also slightly embarrassed. Only because he wasn’t used to that sort of attention, especially from a very beautiful girl. He wasn’t great at reciprocating her advances, but he hoped she wouldn’t stop. So far she hadn’t. But a new ‘suitor’ had entered the picture, and Bernard was not happy. Some tall, blue eyed elf that he hadn’t bothered learning the name of was also receiving the flirtatious attention from Y/N, and unfortunately he was much better at dishing it back than Bernard was.

“I’m not obsessed with Y/N,” Curtis rolled his eyes at that remark, “I’m just curious to know why she thinks it’s okay to talk with that guy when they both have a lot of work to do.”

The younger elf snorted. “You don’t seem to have an issue when she’s talking to you and wasting precious work time.”

“You’re not helping,” Bernard huffed, walking away from Curtis and towards the workshop, trying to get the image of Y/N and the tall, blue eyed elf out of his head.

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It had been a few hours since his last conversation with Curtis, and Bernard had quickly calmed down, busying himself with tasks he had yet completed for the holiday season. However, it hadn’t helped him get Y/N out of his head. From the constant flirting, to seeing her using that charm on someone else, Bernard was unsure where the relationship stood. Was it all a big joke to her? Had she been leading him on the last few months to mess with him? Before he could dive deeper into his existential dread, a soft voice sounded from behind him.

“Hey handsome.”

Bernard froze slightly, and looked over his shoulder to see Y/N walk through the door, a stack of paperwork in her hands and a bright smile on her face. Glitter on her cheeks and nose, sporting a new dress that glimmered in the light, Bernard thought she looked like an angel ready to be set atop the Christmas tree. He shook himself out of his trance, and smiled tightly back at her, unable to form any words. He quickly turned back around, continuing his sort out of different coloured wrapping paper. It wasn’t usually Bernard’s job, but he needed the distraction, and the wrapping room was a quiet place to come in the evenings.

“Curtis told me you’d be in here and I need you to sign these papers for Santa.”

Y/N held the paperwork out towards Bernard, their fingers touching briefly once he reached out to grab them. He placed them on the side of the desk and mumbled a ‘thanks’ under his breath, barely audible. Y/N let out a small huff and strolled around Bernard, taking in his tense form.

She smiled again. “So. How’s my favourite elf doing?”

Bernard didn’t bother looking up from his work. “He’s very busy at the moment,” his tone dull and unwavering.

A hand suddenly came into the head elf’s view, and hit the desk hard, jolting everything laying on top. Bernard jumped back and looked to the side where Y/N stood with eyebrows raised and her mouth pursed.

“Have I done something to upset you?” She asked, crossing her arms and popping her hip to the side.

Bernard wasn’t sure what to say, nor how Y/N might react. He’d never been great at showcasing his feelings, especially in the romantic sense. But this wasn’t just some random girl he’d found cute once and never interacted with. This was Y/N. One of his closest friends, someone he cared deeply for. Who seemed to care deeply about him too. She was also someone he worked with. The possibility of admitting how he felt, and for her to not feel the same, it would no doubt make things awkward. And he’d hate to ruin what they already have. Even if it killed him to see her flirting with someone else.

“You’ve done nothing, I’ve just had a lot on my plate and I can’t handle any distractions at the moment,” Bernard finally replied, trying to keep his voice level.

“Really?” Y/N bit back, “because I feel like you’ve been avoiding me all day. And since when do you spend time in the wrapping paper room? When Curtis told me you were here, I was worried you might be having a mental breakdown.” She ended with a joke, but part of Bernard knew there was truth behind her words.

The head elf felt himself boiling over. His temper was short, and everyone knew that, but when it came to Y/N he was unusually chill. Her presence was good for him. Not at this moment though. He could feel himself ready to lash out, and he was worried what could be said.

“Do I have to explain everything to you? Can I not spend time alone without you knowing where and what I’m doing every second of every day?”

“I’m sorry I care about you and want to know what you’re up to! Sure you can have all the time you want alone, I just don’t like it when you avoid me completely,” by now, both of their voices were shaking and getting louder.

“I thought you’d want to spend more time with your new tall, blue eyed friend,” Bernard instantly regretted his words.

Y/N opened her mouth but closed it almost instantly, her brow furrowed and confusion clear on her face. “What are you talking about?” her voice now considerably calmer.

Bernard could feel the embarrassment wash over him, desperate to think of some excuse, but coming up short. “This morning, I saw you talking to someone. It looked like he was flirting, and you seemed to be doing the same back,” Y/N’s face softened as she begun to realise what and who the older elf was talking about. “It got to me, okay? It bothered me that you were talking to him in that way when,” a slight pause, “you usually only talk to me that way.”

Y/N shook her head, a confused look returning briefly. “I don’t understand, you never showed any interest in my flirting, why is it bothering you when I do it to someone else.”

“Because I like you!” There it was. That barrier Bernard built high for years, keeping relationships at bay, had just been broken. And he didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. “I’m not the best at showing my emotions. Romantically speaking, I’m an amateur at it. And I’m sorry I was never good at reciprocating your advances. I guess it doesn’t matter if it was just a joke to you.”

Y/N reached out quickly, grabbing Bernard’s hand and holding it close to her. “It was never a joke to me. I just didn’t think you liked me in that way so I stopped. Thought I’d try with someone else to help me move on from you.” She moved a step forward, standing toe to toe. “I knew it would never work. You’re the only person I truly care about, in that way.”

Bernard was speechless. He couldn’t stop staring into her eyes, brimmed with emotion but full of love. He mostly felt like an idiot. Never taking the chance before now to make a move or admit how he felt. He finally felt at peace. Like everything had finally worked out.

“What now?” Bernard awkwardly questioned, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips.

“I think you should probably kiss me before someone else does,” She jested back.

They both laugh and lean in, Y/N’s hands going to hold the head elf’s face. The kiss deepened, Y/N moving her left hand to the back of Bernard’s head, tugging slightly at his curls. This elicited a deep moan from Bernard’s throat, his pants growing tighter, as he tugged Y/N somehow closer to him and towards the desk still covered with wrapping paper.

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” Y/N mumbled out between wet kisses.

Bernard moved to sucking her neck, most definitely leaving bruises. “I don’t know. But I never want to stop.”

They continued making out, Y/N feeling the desk behind her and sliding on top, pulling Bernard in between her legs. She felt him growing harder, and slowly moved her hand down, palming at the front of his pants. Bernard couldn’t help but whimper slightly, gripping the side of the desk as well as Y/N’s thigh. Keeping one hand on his hard on, she moved her other back up and unbuttoned his shirt, rubbing her hand in circular motions on his chest. Bernard followed soon after, taking hold of the bottom of her shirt and lifting it over her head. The couple continued kissing and touching anywhere they could reach, seeming to care little to none about the door still being open, or whether someone walked by and found them in their current predicament. They were just glad to have finally admitted how they felt. In the back of his head, Bernard reminded himself to thank that tall, blue eyed elf for bringing out the jealousy in him.

(Sorry it seems to cut short, I’m terrible at writing smut or intimate stuff but I hope you all enjoyed anyways :))

[jzprncess]

max’s hair, max’s way

pairing: max verstappen x reader

oneshot

word count: 2,489

summary : Y/N discovers an AI image of Max Verstappen with long hair and can’t stop imagining how amazing he’d look with it. After dropping subtle hints, Max finally catches on and humorously entertains the idea. What follows is a hilarious, over-the-top obsession with starting a fan club—Max’s hair revolution is coming, whether he’s ready or not.

note : this one was actually quite easy to write but then again im just in a mood to write so i finished it in a few hours. this was a request that was submitted on my google forms!

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Y/N’s day had been nothing short of a mess. She'd woken up late for a Zoom call, spilled coffee on her favorite sweatshirt (the one she swore was invincible to stains), and had yet another online shopping cart full of things she definitely didn’t need, but had to have. It wasn’t even noon, and she was already on her third attempt at taking a nap that didn’t feel like an awkward lie-down.

But there was one thing that had the potential to make it all better: mindless scrolling.

Her thumb lazily flicked through TikTok, her mind barely engaged as she watched videos that made zero sense, but for some reason, her brain processed them like essential information. It was supposed to be a five-minute break—a little escape before diving back into her ocean of responsibilities. She figured she'd scroll, mindlessly and aimlessly, just to silence the chaos in her head.

But then... she saw it.

It wasn’t some cute puppy video or a cooking hack that would forever change her life. No, no. It was something far more dangerous, far more potent, and absolutely life-changing.

Max Verstappen.

But not just any Max. No, this was an alternate universe Max—a Max created by the magical, terrifying powers of AI. The Max on her screen had hair that cascaded in long, perfect waves, the kind you could only dream about, or maybe see on a runway model. His sharp jawline was even more defined than usual (which shouldn’t be possible, but here we are), and his eyes—those piercing blue eyes—looked even more mysterious, as though he were a brooding poet in an indie movie. He was staring at her, but also not staring at her, if you know what she meant.

And then she saw it.

The hair.

Max’s new look was a cascade of locks that would make any shampoo ad jealous. It was silky, voluminous, perfectly tousled like he’d just walked out of a windstorm of pure glamor. It was glorious. It was breathtaking.

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks. Her thumb froze mid-scroll. Her heart rate ticked up a few notches. Holy shit. She didn’t even care that she was in a coffee-stained hoodie and still hadn’t brushed her hair. Nothing mattered anymore, because here was Max Verstappen, looking like an absolute dreamboat in a way she never thought possible. This wasn’t the Max she’d seen on the racetrack—no, this was a Max that belonged in the front pages of a high fashion magazine, throwing a rebellious look over his shoulder like a 90s pop star.

She blinked, trying to process what she was seeing. Her fingers twitched, ready to swipe, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Max with long hair. Her mind couldn’t let go of the image. It was perfect. He was perfect.

She leaned closer to the screen, squinting to examine every glorious detail, every strand of hair that seemed to defy physics. Could he actually pull this off in real life? Her fingers hovered over the screenshot button for a moment before she snapped it without hesitation.

And then, she did what any sane person would do: she set the image as her phone wallpaper.

There was no going back now. She wasn’t just going to stare at this picture once and forget about it. No, Max Verstappen with long hair was going to become her new obsession. She’d stare at it every time she unlocked her phone, letting the image haunt her dreams. Maybe she’d make it her lock screen too, just to really solidify the insanity.

The idea of Max with long hair, that Max, consumed her. Every time she glanced at the picture, it felt like an out-of-body experience. Was this how people got obsessed with celebrity transformations? Because this was absolutely it. She wasn’t even mad about it. She was already thinking of all the ways she could drop this bombshell on Max—subtle, of course. It had to be subtle. But she had to let him know somehow.

“Maybe I could just send it to him,” she muttered aloud to no one. “No, no... way too obvious.”

A sly grin spread across her face. She wasn’t going to just send the picture. No, she had a better idea. Max wouldn’t even see it coming.

She looked at the time—still early afternoon. Plenty of time to start planning. Oh, this was going to be fun.

After setting the AI picture as her wallpaper for the seventh time that day, Y/N leaned back in her chair, the wheels in her mind turning at lightning speed.

She had the plan now. She wasn’t just going to sit back and hope Max would see the error of his short-haired ways. No, Y/N was going to subtly—so subtly—nudge him into realizing that long hair was, in fact, the future. She’d been around the block enough to know how to manipulate situations for her own personal benefit.

Okay, maybe "manipulate" was too harsh of a word, but it sounded cool.

“Step one,” she muttered to herself, “Casual comments.”

She scrolled through her texts, thinking about what would be the perfect, casual way to throw out the idea of hair transformation.

Max had no idea what was about to hit him.

Y/N had spent the better part of the evening staring at her phone, just waiting for Max to reply to her text. She had done it—sent the casual, completely not obvious message about how “some people” just looked so good with long hair. She leaned back in her chair, a deep sense of satisfaction settling in. There was no way Max could miss the hint. She had done it perfectly. It was subtle, yet not so subtle that it was too subtle. The emoji sealed the deal. 😏

Still, she couldn’t help herself. She had to check her phone again, just to make sure the message had landed.

The screen lit up with a notification from Max. Y/N’s heart did a little dance. Here we go. She clicked it open, already anticipating his response.

Max: "Haha, are you talking about me? I’m not sure I could pull off long hair..."

Y/N froze. The message was a lot more casual than she’d hoped for. She reread it, her eyes scanning for the tiniest hint of curiosity or intrigue, but all she found was... confusion?

What? She thought she’d laid it out perfectly. The whole mysterious vibe thing had been an obvious clue!

Still, she wasn’t going to give up. Not yet. The game had only just begun.

She sat there for a moment, staring at the screen like she was trying to solve an impossible puzzle. A plan. She needed a plan, and it needed to be more than just a text.

Her eyes darted around the room. The walls, the plants, the weirdly shaped lamp on her desk—all were silent witnesses to her genius, or lack thereof, depending on how things went. But then—a light bulb moment.

It was obvious. She wasn’t going to be able to hint at this through mere text alone. No, no. She needed to get creative. She needed to make him see it—to envision the hair that could change his life. This was the moment where her vision and Max’s reality collided.

A slow grin spread across Y/N’s face. She knew just what to do.

Step one: The Subtle Instagram Story.

It was genius. Max would never suspect it. After all, people posted memes, weird videos, and obscure thoughts all the time. But Y/N had something more—something that could convince him without even saying a word.

She snapped a picture of herself—looking effortlessly glamorous, of course—and started typing her story caption.

“Do you ever think about how long hair changes a whole vibe? Like, imagine you had long hair... just think about it... 🧐”

She paused, reading it over. Was this too much? Too obvious? Too ridiculous?

Nah. It was perfect.

She hit post and waited, staring at her phone screen as if it would reveal some deep, philosophical answer to the universe’s mysteries.

The next few minutes felt like an eternity. She could practically feel the electricity buzzing in the air. She didn’t even know if Max was online, but her brain couldn’t shut down. The message was out there now. The seed had been planted. She was too far gone to back out now.

And then, a notification buzzed. It was from Max. She checked it eagerly.

Max: “Is this about me too? Because now I’m starting to wonder if I’m missing out on some kind of hair revolution."

Y/N’s eyes went wide. Was he actually considering it? No, no. He had to be messing with her. She stared at the message for a second longer than she should have, trying to decide if this was a real response or if she had somehow misinterpreted the whole thing.

No. He had to be getting it. She wasn’t backing down now. She had created a monster out of her own wild, absurd imagination, and it was all going exactly as planned.

She quickly typed back, a little too eagerly, but who could blame her?

Y/N: “Imagine the vibe, Max. Imagine the wind in your hair as you race, that confidence flowing through you. Like a whole new level of fabulous.”

There. That was perfect. She leaned back in her chair and waited for a response.

But of course, Max—being Max—didn’t make things easy.

Minutes passed. No reply.

Was he thinking about it? Was he in deep contemplation about whether he’d look good with long hair? Y/N felt like she might explode. Come on, Max. You’ve got this. Just admit it.

She stared at her screen until the words blurred together.

And then, finally, a message came in.

Max: "Alright, alright, I’ll admit it. I’m curious now. But do you really think I’d look good with long hair? I mean, I can’t picture it."

Y/N stared at her phone in disbelief.

This was it. This was her moment. He was actually questioning it. She could already hear the victory music playing in her head.

She took a deep breath, trying not to sound too smug.

Y/N: “Max, I’m telling you, it’s a whole vibe. You might just become the most iconic man in Formula 1 with long hair. People would talk about you for centuries.”

She added a winking emoji for good measure.

Max: “Centuries? Okay, now you’re definitely messing with me.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Oh, she was so close now.

After Max’s message came through, Y/N could barely contain herself. She wanted to scream, to do a victory dance, but instead, she opted for something slightly more composed: a dramatic flailing of her arms in the air and a loud, victorious "YES!" that echoed through her apartment like an over-the-top, one-woman celebration.

Max was actually considering it. He was at least open to the idea of long hair in the future.

This was the moment. She had won.

But the funniest part? Max wasn’t even aware of the scale of Y/N’s obsession. He was just playing along with her ridiculous game, unaware that she was about to go into full, borderline obsessive mode.

She stared at the text again, eyes wide, her heart racing. He was going to do it. One day—maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow—but Max Verstappen would, in fact, grow out his hair. He was practically promising it.

Y/N’s mind whirled with a thousand thoughts, each one more absurd than the last. She could already picture it: Max, standing on the racetrack, hair flying dramatically behind him as he sped past everyone. She could already hear the cheers. It was happening.

She grabbed her phone with shaking hands, barely able to type a coherent message. It was one thing for her to joke about it. But the fact that Max had actually said he’d grow his hair out one day? She couldn’t be the only one who was excited about this.

Y/N: “Max... no joke, I’m going to lose it the day you show up with long hair. I’ll probably start a fan club or something. A whole movement. ‘Max’s Hair, Max’s Way.’ How does that sound?”

She hit send and then immediately regretted it. It sounded insane. What was wrong with her?

She stared at the message for a long moment, debating whether she should delete it or just let it be. But before she could decide, Max’s reply came in like a gift from the hair gods themselves.

Max: “I don’t know about a whole movement, but hey, if I ever grow it out, you can be the president of the fan club. Just... don’t make it too weird, alright?”

Y/N almost dropped her phone. President? He was serious about this. She had an actual title in the most bizarre, ridiculous movement of her life.

Wait. Make it too weird? Oh, Max. She had already made it weird.

She texted back, too quickly, as if he could see her grinning like a maniac.

Y/N: “Deal. I’ll make sure to have the first fan club meeting at your next race. You better be ready for it.”

Max: “I’ll be sure to bring my best hair flip to the race. It’s going to be legendary.”

Y/N clutched her phone to her chest like she had just received the greatest treasure in the world. This was happening. It was happening in the future. She couldn’t wait. The anticipation was going to drive her insane.

But right now? She was going to enjoy the chaos of it all. She leaned back in her chair, hands trembling as she stared at the screen, imagining all the memes, the fan art, the movement. And who knew? Maybe one day, Max Verstappen would really grow out his hair.

Until then, Y/N was going to spend the next few weeks plotting the perfect fan club logo.

And so, Y/N’s obsession grew, her fantasies becoming wilder by the day. Every time she heard a hair-related joke or saw a picture of someone with long hair, she’d start giggling to herself like a schoolgirl with a crush. It wasn’t about Max’s hair anymore; it was about the ridiculous movement she had created, a movement that only she truly understood.

As for Max? He was still blissfully unaware of the full extent of Y/N’s hair dreams, but every now and then, he’d shoot her a quick text.

Max: “So... I’ve been thinking about it. Maybe I’ll start growing it out... one day. You ready to lead the fan club?”

And Y/N would reply with a heart full of excitement and a mind full of absurd possibilities.

Max’s Hair, Max’s Way. It was only a matter of time before the world caught on to the movement.

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taglist : @heluvsjappie @awritingtree @steamy-smokey @alex-wotton

[crystalflygeo]

The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Zhongli + gn!reader

cw/tags: rape/non-con, angst, bad ending, yandere-ish zhongli? feral/eroded zhongli, biting, crying, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe)

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the dark/bad ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Bittersweet ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies, and defending their safe Harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

A love that would tragically become a twisted obsession.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

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Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Leave me alone!” You scream.

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

“W-wait. Stop-!” You try to push him back, panicked, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he’s immovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands grope and rub all over your body, rough and callous.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His palm presses at a spot on your navel possessively, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You whine.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?!”

Your whole body shakes, with rage, with fear. Your heart about to burst. You grit your teeth and glare at the dragon god with as much venom as you can.

“I don’t belong to you!”

He snarls, eyes widening to serpentine slits.

“Insolent. No matter, I’ll fill you up again and show you.”

The eroded God leans down to bite at your neck and you yelp, sharp fangs break your skin and you cry as you feel the warm blood spill. His claws prick at your thighs as he starts unceremoniously humping against you. The ridges on his draconic cock making your hole twitch and you gasp as he presses in, dipping slightly inside your thigh warmth. No need to prepare your body after so many years of coupling. Your hole already soft and molded to him like a worn-out toy.

“No, please… n-no.” Your voice breaks, tears running down your face.

Everything turns blurry, fuzzy, and your head spins.

How had things ended up like this?

You see no love in his eyes, no recognition. And you don’t recognize him either anymore. This creature, this beast… he is not your lover. He is not Zhongli…

And hasn’t been for who knows how long…

Zhongli raises one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other and pushes further in the slick warmth, ignoring the sounds you make. “Too big! I can’t-!” You scream and it just urges him to slam it in. “No- Ahh!” Sheathed all the way to the hilt, Zhongli groans as you clench around him.

He immediately starts thrusting and you feel the world tilt. It’s all too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, your walls getting battered by his thick member, his animalistic grunts and groans, and the way your body betrays you… a speck of pleasure mixed in with the pain.

It's so cruel.

“Sto- gh! Stop it! Zhongli, please…!” You sob.

Zhongli hisses, muscles taut and flexing as his hips buck into yours, finally finding that spot that has you choking out a moan, your body shivers, forced to surrender and feel everything, a hot coil building on your lower stomach where the mark of geo glows as he continues to take what he wants from your struggling form. He laps at your skin and nuzzles there, almost lovingly. “Mine.”

Your moans start turning sweeter, previously pained sounds turning to vocalizations of carnal lust, your eyes glassy. You try to fight it, conflicted, but the stimulation is too much.

You come with a raw cry through gritted teeth, tears flowing down your cheeks and your own juices coating your skin causing you to feel dirty in more ways than one. Zhongli continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

You feel him twitch inside you and groan, absolutely exhausted, overwhelmed with emotions, feeling sick, used and abused. He lowers your leg but doesn’t bother pulling out, keeping you there as he nips at your skin, murmuring soft words. “My mate. All pretty and filled up. All mine. Love you.”

You can’t bear to hear those words, spoken in the voice you continue to love after all this time. It shatters your soul, breaking it to pieces like the corroded dragon’s destroyed mind.

Feeling about to pass out, you close your eyes and your head lolls to the side, sniffling against your own forearm as tears continue to fall. “I love… Zhongli. Miss him. I hate you…”

He dissolves the geo shackles into specks of gold and holds your unconscious body in his arms, satisfied with the claims and scent he’s left on you. His tail swishes slowly, pleased with himself as he carries you back to the abode’s mansion.

Home.

Were he’ll keep you safe, bound to him.

Forever and always.

-----

…It is said that his lover is the key to keep the eroded God confined.

Trapped by the possessive dragon in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

[elllisaaa]

this is so sunghoon </3

you're so real for this sweetie, i couldn't agree more and you know how much we love the sunghoon x bookworm agenda in this house so here we go again 🤭

SUNGHOON who always feed on your obsession for books and literature, spoiling you with a new one every chance he gets. he loves how sparkly your eyes become when you talk on and on about the new book that you finished, and he loves to see you so passionate about it, he could literally listen to you during hours.

what he does not like though is how he asked you to get ready for your date night almost one hour ago and how you're still in your pyjamas, laying in bed with your book. when sunghoon asks you for the ninth time when you plan on starting to prepare yourself to go out, you claim once again that you just want to finish this chapter. and when he asks you one more time and you answer the same thing again, sunghoon cannot take it anymore.

"hoon ? what are you doing ?" you asked, confused, as he climbed on the bed, settling between your legs and spreading them. you try to push his hands away but his grip is too strong.

"i'm teaching you a lesson, since you're too smitten by your book to listen to me." your voice and the protestation you were about to let out die quickly in your throat, replaced by a loud moan when sunghoon fingers pinch your clitoris harshly through the material of your panties. "you're going to read out loud for me doll, and don't dare miss a word or i'm not letting you cum."

you knew better than to answer him directly, only nodding your head at him as he pulled your panties off your body. you were only wearing one of his shirts now, while sunghoon was already in his pretty outfit, hair neatly done. and the way he looked at you through his lashes when he dived into your cunt had you moaning uncontrollably.

but you still tried to follow his commands, reading each word carefully however very slowly. with each passing second, your voice was shaking more and more, your hands barely holding your book up.

"hoon, please…" your plea forced your boyfriend to detach himself from your pussy, his lips swollen and covered in your juices. but that didn't stop him from landing a harsh slap on your cunt, making you cry out and almost drop your book. "i don't think your book says that babydoll. stay focused" and the smirk on his face is just as annoying as it's attractive. you want to wipe it out and at the same time, all you want is for his mouth to be back on you. and he does just that, gaining another noise of pleasure from you.

and you really try your best, but the way sunghoon is eating you out like a starved man while pinning your hips down to the mattress is driving you crazy. you can feel his cocky smile against your folds when your speech starts to get slurred, far too fucked out to form a coherent sentence or even see the words on the page in front of you anymore. "i-i can't hoon ! need to cum, please, please ! i'm- aah !" - "you're so miserable with only my tongue, it's cute."

tears begin to gather in your eyes when he starts teasing you with his fingers too, the pleasurable feeling ultimately becoming too much. you didn't even make the effort to read anymore, your vision too blurry to see anything in front of you. you tossed it to the side, taking a hold of sunghoon's hair instead, only able to whine and beg at this point.

"you're such a brat, but whenever i touch you, you lose all your attitude, isn't that funny doll ?" sunghoon loves how you're only able to moan in response. "come on, cum on my tongue since you've been a good girl." that was all you needed to let go, messing up his perfect hairstyle but sunghoon couldn't care less as he reminded you once again how much better than your little books he was.

[sanspuppet]

Oh my god, if you could please do line 7 and 13 for Hongjoong with shibari I’ll literally love you forever 🥹💕

(Please of course only do it if you’re comfortable! If you’re not, then just whatever your creative side comes up with will be great. I’ll gobble it up regardless 😙)

Thank you for all you do and your amazing work! 💕💕

7_ “God, you look amazing like this”

13_ “Since when do friends do things like this?”

W/T: friends to lovers, jealous Hongjoong, shibari, unprotected sex

• HII here you go babe, i hope you like it :3 although it’s my first time writing about shibari, i really enjoyed writing it!

- not proofread cuz im about to pass out from tiredness :/

Finally it’s Hongjoong’s birthday, and though he hasn’t planned a big party, he invited you at his place, wanting to spend more time with you: the girl who’s secretly obsessed with. Hongjoong just finds anything you do attractive and caring, he can’t stop thinking of you and how cute you always appear. This surely involves that he’s genuinely jealous of you, and seeing you with another guy immediately ruins his mood for the entire day.

You greet him, giving him a tight hug when you enter his apartment. Hongjoong shyly smiles back, taking the present you gave him in his hands and placing it on the table. Even though you are classmates, you don’t talk often but you still think he’s a nice guy. After a good hour of random conversations between you two, Hongjoong heads finally towards the kitchen to take his birthday cake. It’s when he turns back with it, ready to blow the candles, that you receive a text. You can’t help but check your phone when you notice that it’s Mingi who’s searching for you: he asked you out, and go with him to watch the new film that has been released at the cinema.

“Oh my god” you murmur, bringing your hand over your mouth. Despite your excitement, Hongjoong’s smile printed on his face quickly disappears as he notices you’re not giving attention to him anymore.

“What” he huffs, looking at your phone as he could know what got your attention.

You stutter, unsure if you should accept Mingi’s proposal or just stay there with Hongjoong, despite you’d feel guilty… the new film seems too good, without counting Mingi’s presence that always makes your legs dizzy when you’re in front of him.

“Uhm… Joong, i think i should go now… i forgot that i have to meet with Mingi later…” you mewl shyly, something in his stare scared you.

“You’re not going anywhere, i want you to stay here with me” He affirms, his cold eyes locked on yours.

“But- but i seriously need to go Hongjoong” you’re about to stand up, when he positions himself in front of you, his tight grip on your wrist making it almost hurt.

“I said, you’re not leaving.” he continues, his face a few inches away from yours, shivers of fear running down your spine from his intimidating stare.

“You can’t do anything to keep me here!” you bicker “not even if you’d tie me up” your body is immobilized as you see a smirk diving onto his mouth. He chuckles cockily.

“Wanna try? We’ll se if you can escape.”

Even though you didn’t exactly figured out the idea, your pride suddenly speak for themselves: “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” your reply got once again Hongjoong giggling.

“Actually, i do wanna” He smirks, his hands quickly moving on your waist, grabbing it harshly as he pushes you towards his bedroom. “Gonna tie you all up, so you’re not gonna see that fuck boy” Hongjoong throws you onto his bed, giving you a cold stare as he wants to make sure you’re not going to move. Your mouth hangs open when you see him taking a long pair of strings from his wardrobe, making you gulp as he approaches you while starting to knot them.

“Strip.” he stares down at you, enjoying the view of having your pretty face right in front of his hardening member. Your breath stops as you hear him, asking to yourself if you just misheard.

“I said fucking strip, you better do.”

You raise an eyebrow, arms crossed as you stare up at him. But as soon as he wraps his hand around your throat, raising your chin to force you to look right at his hooded eyes, you start unzipping your jeans.

“Good girl. Keep acting well and the knots will might not hurt.” he starts to tie your body with the strings, the knots positioned accurately to accentuate your curves. Once he helps you hiking up your top, Hongjoong can’t take his eyes off of your tits, perfectly sized, he can’t help but give them the proper attention by using the strings to help them pop out of your chest. He does a few steps backwards, admiring your body like it was a piece of art, his piece of art.

“God, you look amazing like this.” he approaches you again, pushing you onto the mattress, making you arch your back as your arms are tied behind it. “All naked and ready to be fucked.” Hongjoong chuckles in the crook of your neck, his hand squeezing your breast. He gets closer to your ear, whispering: “Tell me baby, can you still escape from me?” he pulls back, his thighs on either your sides, smirking at you while teasing you by pulling the strings. “Fuck- no, no…” you murmur, breathing heavily.

“I could manhandle you right now and bury my hard cock inside you, you couldn’t do anything about it, could you?” he provokes you.

“No…” you look at him through your eyelashes, a strange tension inside your stomach gets you the urge for him to touch you. “Please, do it Joong.”

“Oh? Since when do friends do things like this?” He genuinely seems enjoying himself on top of you, while you’re desperately begging for him.

“Gosh, fuck it. I want you now…” you whine, arching more intensely your back from desperation.

“Don’t you tryna ask me to stop, later then.” Hongjoong doesn’t wait any longer before removing his clothes off of his body till you can see his hard dick standing straight on top of you.

“Be a good girl and take it, i know you can” he unties the knot that keeps your legs together, spreading them right after to make room for himself. He gives you a smirk before pushing decisively his length into your soaking, needy cunt. He releases a pleased sigh, smiling with eyes closed, tongue sticking out as he feels your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck! So deep- oh god” you moan, hiccuping because of the overwhelming pleasure his cocks is making you feel. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he helplessly starts to fuck you dumb, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot perfectly at every thrust, giving them a blissing effect. The bedroom is filled with your moans and his grunts, mixed with the icky and squelching sounds your pumped pussy is making. His girth is slamming against your thigh gap, stuffing your hole like it was his only life purpose.

“Fuck, you’re just as perfect as i always dreamed- taking my dick so well, you like it, don’t you?” Hongjoong holds tightly at the string that crosses over your stomach, while the effort he puts into his fast movements are driving your mind blurry. You barely can elaborate any coherent thought, body and mind full with his cock, and you’d surely not even complain about that, fuck if it felt amazing.

“Yes-! i l-love it” you moan back, your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm approaching your stomach.

“Gonna cum, don’t you? fuck i’m close too.” Hongjoong groans, his thrusts becoming faster but also sloppier. He squeezes his eyes and bites his lips, still can’t believe that he’s finally fucking the girl of his dreams.

“Fuck yeah! Keep going!” you yell out from pleasure, buring your back into the mattress, the fact that you can’t move is torturing you yet you think it’s so damn hot. You both are a moaning mess once you reach your high, when you feel wet ropes shooting inside your body you bite your lower lip, loving the idea of being stuffed full of his cum.

Hongjoong’s body falls on yours after the exhausting stimulation, his face resting on your soft breast, inhaling deeply the air as he tries to catch his breath again. He cards his fingers through your sweaty hair once he looks up at you again, you try to smile with all the energy that’s remaining in your body.

“Hongjoong, i’ll never try to leave you again, i promise”

[fashionteahouse]

okay i rewatched new moon today because it’s hoa hoa hoa season 🤭🤭 and now im obsessed with jared again 😭 could you please do a jared x reader, where he takes her cliff diving, but he has the reader on his back, kind of like how edward had bella on his back during their honeymoon. and the reader says something like “if we die, i’ll kill you”. thanks ! ps. i’m obsessed with your writing so i had to request another one shot hehe 🤍

i watched new moon a couple of days ago and now this is making me want to watch it again😂 thank you so much you are too kind 💜 hope you enjoy :)

is it cold in the water? - jared x reader

Breathing in the salty air and feeling the warm breeze, today was going to be adventurous. At breakfast, Jared already made the plans of what he was going to do today. He was adamant about letting you know that you had to experience cliff diving. You were unsure. Not knowing what to expect since you haven’t been before.

“You never went before? Now you really have to go now.” he says with humor in his voice, shaking his head.

Thats how his large hand held yours, leading and guiding you up through the path of the cliffs. His chatter around the tree covered path was all about how exhilarating it is. You suggested a shorter part to jump off of, but he just shook his head. “No way. We’re going big today.”

You held his hand tight, feeling a wave of nervousness.

At the top, you took small steps to lean and peer over the edge. The dark ocean was waving amongst each other. Inviting you to jump in. You step back and look at Jared who has a jolly smile. You shake your head at him.

“Ah, come on. It looks scary but it’s not that bad.”

“Is it cold in the water?” you ask him, hoping to stall some time.

“It feels good.” he persuades, looking over the edge, the excitement not even hidden.

“I don’t know….” you start to say, both hands holding your arms, feeling goosebumps on the exposed skin, knowing it’s definitely not from the warm wind.

“Just hop on my back.” he says patiently and turns his back towards you, inviting you to climb on.

“You’re going to drop me.” you say to him, knowing his jokester ways. You didn’t have time for it at this moment. You were nervous.

“I will never drop you. I promise.” he says to you in the soft spoken voice that eased your worries. A look in his eyes, let you know that you could trust him. He will keep his promise. You nod and this gives him the opportunity to turn around and you clamp on his back. Making sure to keep your legs and arms tight around him.

As tight as you were holding him, you didn’t hurt him. He was glad that you agreed. He knew that once you got past the fear of the first time, you were going to fall in love like he had.

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt him walk towards the edge of the cliff. You open to look at the waves dancing with each other down below and see that his head is turned and asking you, “You ready?”

“If we die, I’ll kill you.” you say and tighten the grip you had on him. This only makes him laugh as he counts down, “3…2. 1.” he couldn’t wait anymore as he lunged, with you on him, off into the air. You feel as feel air licks your skin and hair.

Both bodies hit the water with a large splash. You come up for air and look for him as you see nothing but the water’s body moving.

You are about to open your mouth to call Jared’s name until he comes up with an overjoyed laugh. You could help but copy the smile in harmony. Each set of arms and legs swim to each other, “That was crazy!” you say with the sound of laughter mixing in, overwhelmed with the emotion that Jared brought out of you, your smile spread across your face as you gazed at him.

[spookyserenades]

Just finished sanctity and oh my it's so unbelievably amazing I'm ready to dive into it all over again 🤣😭 THE CHARACTERISATION in your works I CAN AND WILL NEVER GET OVER!I'm gonna be honest I was not prepared for that billiard room scene it was WILD 🤣🙈. I may have read the room wrong but are jimin and yoongi giving some intimate vibes, or is it more of a fascination yoongi has for beauty and intriguing things as he is a painter??

Also ik you are planning to release trouvaille next for late Feb or March or whenever. So are you planning to change between sanctity and trouvaille for every update? Or will you just do whatever order inspiration is taking you in? I also wanna ask about your writing process but I fear this ask was already overkill and way too long so I'll stop here 🤣😭. Love you 🫶

OMG AH!!!! THANK YOU BESTIE!! Looooord was that chapter quite something to tackle so I'm really happy that you enjoyed reading. Second chapters are always the hardest to start, in my opinion.

Characters are my favorite aspects of a story to develop, so your kind words are very special to me 🥹 it was really fun to break from Trouvaille and start fresh with new ideas for not only for Bangtan but for the MC and side characters as well. It's been fun to make them all talk like ancient beings, too 😂

YESS the billiard's scene was fuckin nuts!!! Definitely demonstrates the perversion that the coven is reeking with. This is highlighted by their obsession over her innocence and virginity :/ 

So! The Yoonmin scene 👹 You're guessing correctly! I hold a similar belief to many that work with immortal characters, vampires, most specifically: they've lived for centuries, of course they've experimented with same sex relationships. The coven in Sanctity have been together for hundreds of years, so romantic entanglements between one another are very possible......... 🫣🫣🫣

I'm giving myself the opportunity to work on projects that inspire me as I go. Sanctity Two took about three months to finish, so I'm just about ready (and itching) to return to Trouvaille. It's unpredictable and I know a lot of readers won't love not knowing what to expect and when, but I promise that I'll be less of a nutcase as a result 💀 So yes, I'm going where inspo takes me!

Fighting the urge to not develop a new fic atm too 💀 I need a Virgo (Namjoon) to keep my Libra ass on task

I have a couple of other asks wondering about my writing process, which I wanna take some time to answer hehe. I'll reblog this with the link once I get that up!

THANK YOUUU for reading Sanctity Two!!! I can't wait to see where I take it next-- because even I don't know-- but my guess the third chapter will be worked on after the next Trouvaille update in the spring. Love to you! 💗

[shifterdomain]

Reading Thirst Tweets / Jonah Hauer-King X Actress!Reader

A/N: So, I’m kind of obsessed with watching these type of videos and I thought I’d just combine it with my love for this beautiful man and wait for Buzzfeed to realize it’s what the people want. I actually found the tweets by looking up thirst tweets on Twitter, but I can't really remember by who they were, so please let me know if you know.

Summary: You had wrapped the project you and Jonah had been working on for the past year and a half and now you are invited by Buzzfeed to come and read the Thirst Tweets they picked out for the both of you. Warnings: Thirst tweets, obviously. Including some innuendo's. Word count: 925.

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You and Jonah were sat down in the studio that belonged to Buzzfeed, a blue screen behind you guys as you both giggled nervously, anxious to know just what people had been writing about the two of you on Twitter. You shifted in your seat, two buckets sat on the table in front of you guys that contained the small pieces of paper with the thirst tweets.

Once the camera was set you were given the signal, smiling into the camera as you introduced yourself first. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Jonah Hauer-King,” Jonah chimed in. “and today we are reading your thirst tweets.”

Jonah dove his hand in first, pulling out a piece of paper that contained a thirst tweet about you. You had both, with approval of the studio, decided that it would be fun if you actually read each other’s.

“’Y/N Y/L/N is so fine, in this essay I will-’ and then it stops,” Jonah reads, putting the paper aside. “See, I never got the hype with the whole ‘in this essay I will’ meme.”

“It’s a Gen Z thing, you’re just too old,” you joked teasingly, earning a bitch face from Jonah, which, quite frankly, looked more adorable than anything else. “Don’t stress it, babe.”

He rolls his eyes as you call him that, but you could tell that he was feeling a little anxious about hearing what people were saying about him. His cheeks turning a crimson color as you smirked mischievously, scrabbling through the papers before picking one out and reading it to yourself first. You couldn’t help but laugh before you started reading it aloud in a playfully seductive way. “’oh jonah hauer-king baldheaded? that will make your pussy throb’, and then a woozy face emoji and three weary face emojis,” I said, looking back at Jonah as he had his face buried in his hands, trying to keep from laughing too hard as he hid his slowly darkening blush.

“That’s… wow,” he laughed lightly, shaking his head slowly. Inhaling sharply he puffed his chest, getting ready for whatever more was to come as he dug his hand into the bucket again, pulling out another note. “This is in all caps,” he stated. “’HOLY MAMA Y/N Y/L/N IS SO FUCKING FINE. PLEASE MOMMY’.”

“Ahw, thank you,” you reply sweetly, smiling at the camera.

Jonah raises his eyebrows at you. “You like that nickname?” he questions with a teasing undertone in his voice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you grin back, diving your hand into the bucket before he could ask anything else, pulling out another piece of paper. This one was a little bigger, so you had to fold it open, revealing not just a quote, but also a picture from Jonah’s Instagram. “‘I wasn’t going to see the movie at first, but that bulge is definitely gonna bring people to see The Little Mermaid.’” you read aloud, nodding your head as you put the paper down. “See, you should definitely go to see the movie. It’s a great movie and there’s a lot of scenes where you see his abs too.”

Jonah blushes deeply again, causing you to chuckle lightly. It was pretty easy to get him flustered with compliments about how he looked as he could sometimes still get self-conscious, something you, together with most of his fans, couldn’t really understand the reason of as he was surely a very good-looking guy.

You moved on through the notes, sharing a lot of laughter and a lot of blushes as between the milder tweets there were some that were very much unhinged and creative, rendering the both of you speechless in some occasions.

“‘god i NEED jonah hauer-king on top of me, like bad, it’s not even funny anymore 🥴🥴’,” you continued, reading one of the last few tweets. “Let me tell you, it feels good,” you joke, not bothering to explain the scenario. Jonah simply looked at you and grinned, leaning in to press a quick peck to your cheek, knowing that that mere moment would send the fans into a frenzy.

You continued reading the last tweets in the bucket.

“‘Y/N Y/L/N can slap me, spit in my mouth and run me over and I’d say thank you’,” Jonah read aloud. “Oh, wait, this is mine,” he jokes, shaking his head as he takes a second look at the picture that was posted with it. It was a picture he took during the first week of rehearsals and posted on his Instagram. He folded the picture and stuffed it in his jean pocket, making you burst out laughing as you clapped while doing so. Shaking your head in disbelief before dropping your head on his shoulder.

After a moment of catching your breath you dove in for the last piece of paper. “‘if a woman tells you you have “nice hands” she is doing everything in her power not to fuck you senseless please release her from her torment her friends are receiving the kinds of messages someone in prison would send and with that said i would like to let you know that jonah hauer-king has very nice hands’.”

I looked back at Jonah as he placed his hands flatly on the table, looking down at them intently. “I think my hands look fairly normal,” he stated simply, tilting his head slightly to the side as he examined his own hands.

“You have very nice hands, Jo,” you quipped before looking back into the camera with a wink and adding: “and very large too.”

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Pretend Chapter 26: Eye Eye Eyes | Part 2

Son Chaeyoung x Myoui Mina ♡ Pool date in Australia ♡ Suggestive fluff & Deep angst | Set during Ready To Be World Tour (2023) Word count: 4874 | CW: Gender Dysphoria

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The sun hung low in the sky, a faded, golden disk that almost allowed you to look at it. Even though dusk was just a handful of hours away, the entire firmament burned with an intense and scorching heat that enveloped everything in an infinite expanse of bright, washed-out blue.

Mina floated in another, smaller blue infinity, facing the sky. Eyes closed, she felt the cold ripples of water lapping at the skin of her back, and the warm radiance of the Australian afternoon baking the front of her body at the same time.

Cold past behind her, warm future ahead. Her mind was still stuck in repetitive, obsessive thoughts, but it wasn’t tortuous memories anymore. It was brimming with possibility, with yearning of a different and more realistic kind. It was possessed by sheer want.

She stopped floating on her back and opened her eyes, turning to her own puddle of sunshine sitting on a sunlounger near the edge of the pool.

“Are you sure you’re not joining me?” Mina asked, not bothering to cover the tinge of neediness in her voice.

“Maybe later,” Chaeyoung answered with a smile. “The chlorine in pool water isn’t good for my bleached hair. I want it to hold out at least a couple more years before going entirely bald.”

Mina chuckled, hiding her mouth behind a small, elegant hand out of habit. Chaeyoung had complained about it before, saying she wanted to see every second of her smile without missing anything. Mina shot her hand down abruptly when she recalled that.

“I think you’d rock it. Even with a shaved head you’d be the cutest.”

Chaeyoung laughed, though something shifted ever so slightly in the angle of her smile. She looked back down and continued fiddling with her polaroid camera.

Mina shrugged off the tiny spike of annoyance in her chest and kept swimming, diving into the deepest part of the pool. It was funny, she thought, the way she’d felt like drowning constantly for most of her life. She thought the feeling would go away. She thought the weight of an ocean would have been lifted off her lungs when she threw herself bare in front of her love, of her end. It didn’t. She kept sinking, deeper, darker. Drawn into the depths by Chaeyoung’s siren song, into a bottomless flooded trench of desperate hunger. She'd been fed scraps, small kisses, reckless touches. It didn't sate her. On the contrary, her need became more pressing after the first taste. Longing caressed her heart from the inside, soft like a ghost. Cold like a knife. Mina held her breath until her chest hurt.

She emerged, gasping slightly, eyes closed. She brought her hands to her hair to pull it back in place, and was greeted with the sound of a shutter behind her. Shuddering slightly, a wave of satisfaction traveled down the curves of her back and dissipated into the water.

“For your collection?” She teased as she turned around, accidentally leaning into a sultry tone way more intense than she intended.

Chaeyoung blushed and stammered, trapped between a giggle and an unintelligibile word. “I, sorry, I mean, yeah, sorry. Like, uhh, can I?”

“Please do.” Mina gifted her a gummy smile. Heat emerged on her cheeks, blooming through the cold droplets that adorned her all over. “But for every photo, you’ll have to spend a minute in the pool with me in exchange.”

The girl grimaced, arching her eyebrows with an apologetic expression on her face. “I’d rather not. I’m very sorry.”

Mina sighed and let herself float on her back for a few moments again, letting her frustration simmer down and disperse into the water. She got lost in the endless pale blue of the sky once again. It was technically winter in the southern hemisphere, though even the Australian winter was as hot as a mildly crisp summer day in Seoul. Every so often a chilly breeze would blow from the nearby river and rake its claws across the rooftop pool area. It was deserted except for them. Mina couldn’t stand it anymore.

She turned to her girlfriend again. She had changed into a simple black swimsuit to go outside, with a bulky, oversized nylon jacket that covered her halfway down the thighs hanging loosely from her shoulders. She was bundled up on her chair, carefully arranging her polaroids on a towel so the wind wouldn’t blow them away.

“Is it that time of the month? Is that why you won’t come in?” Mina asked her.

Chaeyoung tilted her head slightly. It took a second for her to react, shooting her big eyes wide open. “What!? Um, no, it isn’t… No, it's… It’s kind of the opposite, actually.”

“The opposite? What’s the opposite of being on your period?”

The blonde girl shook her head vigorously. “Nevermind, I… I just misspoke.”

“Chaengie…” Mina gritted her teeth and got out of the pool, grabbing her sunglasses and putting them on with purpose as she walked to take a seat next to Chaeyoung.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” She sat down, laying a hand on her girlfriend’s.

“...Pic first. You look too sexy with your hair all wet like that.”

Taken aback, Mina couldn’t hold her giggle in. The water still clinging to her skin felt like it evaporated in an instant. Her fingers retracted instinctually, clamping down on Chaeyoung’s small hand.

The photographer continued swapping between her phone and her clunky camera, taking snapshots of Mina, the view from her chair and them both together with one device and then the other, documenting reality with precious meticulousness.

At the mere recalling of Chaeyoung’s ‘Gallery of pretty things’ in her phone and the memories and mementos she kept as polaroids, Mina’s heart started leaping and flipping inside her. She was taking pictures for both collections. Pretty memories. Beautiful memories. She suddenly understood Chaeyoung’s fondness for pictures - these were moments and feelings she desperately wanted to sear into her memory forever. 

Why ruin the afternoon prodding her girlfriend for answers she knew she wouldn’t get, at least not right now? She was probably nervous - after all, they were technically on their first proper date, and in a semi-public place where unwanted looks could be drawn to them. It was that exactly, nerves. Must be.

The sight before her caused a disobedient smile to ignore Mina's commands and bloom on her face, despite her efforts to contain it. 

“Instead of a photo, I’ll do you one better.” Mina said.

“Waaay ahead of you. Been taking videos too.” Chaeyoung answered without looking up.

“That isn’t what I meant.” Mina’s voice had lowered without her permission. 

A violent gust blew over them, making Chaeyoung’s hair thrash about wildly. She gave one of her soft tiger cub screams and giggled, covering the pictures she’d printed with a towel. Mina shuddered.

“Really? What did you mean, then? Do me what better?” Chaeyoung continued.

It still roused her like the first time, it still shook her from the soles of her feet, it still made the tiny hairs on her neck stand on end and the knot in her throat tighten and unravel. In the past few weeks she’d blissfully, thankfully lost the count of how many times she had kissed Chaeyoung’s plump, soft, rosy lips. How many times she’d felt the curve that fell into the corners of the girl’s mouth tug and stretch into a smile pressed against her own. How many times she’d opened her eyes during a tender and careful bite to steal furtive glances at her long eyelashes resting on her blushing cheeks. The times she’d caught her looking back with those big, round eyes with beautiful dark pupils she could fall into and never be found again.

She was no longer aware of how many times Chaeyoung had cradled her face with such care and reverence that she felt like the most valuable and fragile thing on earth. She had no idea how many seconds she’d spent feeling the girl’s round tip of her nose brush lightly against the sensitive skin of her face, locked in an embrace.

Thousands of times by now, probably. And still Mina’s soul was set alight with the same blinding brightness each and every time.

A low grunt rolled out of Chaeyoung as her lower lip was caught by a soft, affectionate nibble. Mina pushed with her face, hungry, desperate, forcing her girlfriend to lean back into the chair. With some effort, Chaeyoung pulled back, panting.

“Not… We’re not…” She looked around, her chest heaving. “We’re alone, right?”

Mina nodded and kissed her again, but Chaeyoung quickly used her hand to caress her cheek and gently guide her away again.

“You’re getting me all wet.”

Mina felt like her heart had jumped into her mouth. “What?”

“Pool water, I mean.” Chaeyoung’s face burned up in a second, blushing intensely. “Mina, I’m… I don’t feel okay doing this outside. Anyone could come up and see us. Let’s… try to keep it lowkey, alright?”

“Take it elsewhere, then?” Mina asked with a breathy whisper.

The younger girl only looked at her, mouth slightly open as if asking for more. She hesitated for a moment.

Selfish, brash and reckless, Mina took Chaeyoung by the hand and got up before she could speak.

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Ever since I was little I’ve spent most of my time alone, locked in my room.  I wasn’t really interested in people and I wasn’t good at communicating, so I spent all day with games,  knitting, legos and toys. I was perfectly content by myself. When I entered highschool I was pushed and shoved into having a more active social life, but I think I didn’t change much. My hobbies remain the same all this time later, and most of my days are still just like that: alone, locked in my room. Familiar, comforting walls all around keeping me safe and hidden.  There’s scary stuff outside.

Sometimes I feel like there’s something fundamentally different in me, though. I couldn’t tell at first, not until I ventured out and talked with other people. But it was always there. Turns out I’m pretty, who would’ve thought? Boys lined up to confess to me, but I couldn’t reciprocate. There’s nothing there for them. My classmates couldn’t understand it. Couldn’t understand this thing I have inside me. They went out on dates, got boyfriends, broke up, talked about love. Got their hearts broken, their bodies taken, their lives changed. I was tormented by a strange hunger while everyone around me feasted, but I didn’t even have a mouth to eat with.

The longing, the loneliness inside me grew until I couldn’t take it. I stole a bite. A single morsel.  I was quickly taught I mustn't even open my mouth. That I must stay safe and hidden. There’s scary stuff inside. So the hunger grew. Unchecked, ignored. Years passed, and I withdrew more and more into my room, into myself. I gave up on love. It wasn’t for me. But then I met her. My Chaeyoung. I wouldn’t say she helped me open up. Saying she turned me inside out would be more accurate.

It’s her face. Her voice. That tiny pointy tooth that pokes out from the edge of her smile. Her shadow, her very silhouette. It’s enough to shake me out of the autopilot I had settled into and start living my life again. To live it with purpose, to take control. All to steer myself in her direction. I’m locked in my room like always and she’s sitting right there at the edge of the bed looking up at me, making the walls feel like they’re a mile away. Making me feel exposed, in danger and dangerous. Her beauty mark calls to me like it’s done from the very first time I saw her, saying ‘put a thousand kisses right here.’

Lust I’ve known, and learned to suffocate. This goes beyond that. She’s earned my heart, taken it by force by merely existing next to me. And as if it wasn’t enough, she stares at me with those big doe eyes, those long eyelashes batting the air at every blink. Asking what I’ll do to her without using words.  She’s the cutest thing in the entire world, and I want to eat her up. Her soft voice. Her skinny frame. Her small hands. I adore all of it. There’s a sweet heaviness in the air. It’s so heavy she can’t lift her eyes, stuck to the floor. It’s hard to breathe. I’m trembling with excitement. I want to find an explanation, but there’s nothing there for me. Maybe it’s the way she’s always been there for me, taking care of me when I couldn’t. Maybe it’s the way she tries to cheer me up even through her own sadness. Maybe it’s how she taught me not to be scared anymore. 

I don’t know what it is, but the heat that builds up in me, the cloudy daze I’m slipping into, it’s all making the room feel cold. Her loving gaze prods me onward. It takes some effort for my voice to come. “Undress me, please.” She doesn’t. Her face changes. The excitement, the yearning mirroring my own is still there inside her eyes, but her posture shrinks. I grab her hands and she doesn’t pull away. They’re warm, and small. Smaller than mine, but her fingers are long, longer than mine. I guide them to my neck and back, and this time her hands comply and shake against the knot and clasp of my bathing suit until they’re undone. I let her go. Her arms fall back onto her lap and she stares, vacant, frozen, so I take care of the bottom piece myself.

I look down in a haze, and barely recognize the naked body I see. Poised for what it’s demanding. Tensed as if prepared for straining work. Covered in the slight shimmering moisture of the pool, a cold layer of microscopic droplets that makes light bounce off the skin in ways I’ve never seen or imagined. There’s something a bit like pride, resemblant of confidence, that sparks in my chest. Laid as bare and enticing as I can be in front of the maw I’ve so long dreamt of offering myself to. There’s no reaction. She’s perfectly still.

“Chaeng-Chaeng?”

She jolted, looking up and refocusing her vision. Mina grabbed her hands with tender care. They were still shaking. The black-haired woman took a step closer to her girlfriend, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at her with fearful reverence through watery eyes.

A few minutes ago she was barely able to process the sight of Mina’s bare back, interrupted only by a pesky strip of black cloth running across it. The smooth, soft, unfairly perfect skin of her back had been an object of her obsession for years, and a cherished view whenever she used open-back clothes for a photoshoot, a concert, or right now. From barely being able to function just for seeing her in a bikini, having Mina be completely naked in front of her had caused her to shut down, if not only for the impending doom she was going to be put through. It was too much.

Mina caressed the back of her hands using her thumb. The stimulation brought her back to earth for a moment.

“Back then, at the park, I asked you to kiss me. But I had to do it myself.” Mina said. Chaeyoung looked back down at her feet.

The woman continued, raising her voice ever so slightly. “...I asked you to come with me here, but I had to drag you by the hand. I asked you to undress me and here I am in front of you, of my own volition.”

She sat down next to Chaeyoung, who wouldn’t move at all anymore.

“I don't have a problem with asking, even begging, if it's for you. But I make you do all this, and you don't even protest, and won't reject me… And yet you won't lay a finger on me either, unless I do it first.”

The younger girl swallowed coarsely.

“What is it that you want, Chaengie?”

It took her a moment. “I want you, but-” 

“No, don't say but.” Mina’s voice went back down to her gentle, whispery tone, brimming with careful kindness, though shaking with impatience. 

“Say it in one word, or a single sentence, but no excuses anymore. Please. I know the thing you want the most isn't me. That's fine. Tell me what it is.”

Mina was expecting to see tears, but they didn’t come. Her girlfriend clenched her fists instead.

“I just want to feel like it's okay to be me, alright?” Chaeyoung looked at her abruptly. The tears were there, a reflection in the girl’s dark pools, expanded by anxiety. They were just refusing to fall.

Mina’s heart was squeezed. “Oh Chaeng-Chaeng, you're-”

“No, let me. Let me finish, okay?”

She pulled her hands away then breathed in and out of her mouth a few times, trying to calm herself.

“What you’re saying, the thing about me not wanting you. It’s actually the complete opposite. You got it all wrong.”

“What do you mean?” Mina’s brows furrowed. She sat down next to Chaeyoung, suddenly all too aware of her naked skin in the exposed air of the chilly room. Her girlfriend, ashamed, wouldn’t lift her gaze from her own shoes.

“I mean that I’m not what you want, Minari.” The nickname exposed her vulnerability. Chaeyoung’s heart was raw and tender, trying to grab onto any sort of comfort it could find.

“I cannot be what you want,” she reiterated. “I’m not dumb, I can tell how strongly you’ve been coming onto me.”

“Well, I certainly am sitting naked on the bed we share.” Mina tried to joke to lighten the mood, but regretted instantly when Chaeyoung just nodded and pursed her lips.

“I wish I could answer to what you’re asking, Mina. More than anything, believe me, I wish I was able to give what you want from me.”

“And what is it you think I want?” Mina asked, caution wrapping each of her words.

“I mean, you said it already. You’re naked next to me. Aren’t you cold?”

Mina nodded, and scooted closer to Chaeyoung. The clothed girl’s shoulders tensed up visibly.

“We can’t. I’m sorry. We can’t have sex. And I don’t know if I’m getting ahead of myself, or if I’m just projecting, but if you want this, us, to keep going, it can’t either. Not for long.” Chaeyoung’s voice trembled into a low monotone, submerged in despondence.

“There’s no future with us together, Mina. We can’t go out in public, we can’t become official, we can’t build our lives together. And it’s not because it’s taboo, not just because we’re idols.”

An uncomfortable, churning feeling inside her made Mina shift her position. Everything had been going so well, so unbelievably perfect, that she had decided to overlook Chaeyoung's obvious distress for weeks. Now the end of her perfect world was in sight, all for pretending things were well. She left out a shaky sigh, trying to force her face to remain neutral and attentive.

Chaeyoung sniffled, then slammed her balled up fists on the bed. “Fuck!”

Mina reeled out of sheer reflex, startled out of her panicking trance. The room felt colder by the second, the kind of cold that couldn’t be repelled by clothes or blankets.

“If it was that only - the public, the scandals, I wouldn’t give a shit. I’d ask you to come hide together in some other country, or deep in the mountains where it’s just us. That’d be so nice, so simple.”

She finally looked at Mina, locking eyes. Chaeyoung’s big, beautiful smile adorned her face, though behind it stood the saddest expression Mina had ever seen on her. Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes leaked tears silently. This tiny, vulnerable girl wasn't pushing her away. She was begging for help. Mina's heart grew a size, though it was a sad and foreboding feeling.

“Whatever it is, Chaengie, we can make it work. I don’t mind if-”

“No, you don’t get it.” She raised her voice, cutting Mina off. “I’ve never… I’ve never been…”

She choked back a sob. Mina reached for the girl’s hand, and managed to brush her thumb on the back of it before it was pulled away with fearful apprehension. Chaeyoung inhaled deeply.

“I’ve never been who you think I am. I’m transgender, Mina. I'm not… Not…” Her voice sounded like she was out of breath. Barely above a raspy whisper. It trailed off into nothing, her sentence left unfinished.

There was a lack of reaction for one moment. Mina brought her feet up to the bed, hugging her knees. The silence in the room became deafening.

“Okay.”

Chaeyoung was too busy staring at a corner of the room, her mind empty. She didn’t register the answer at first.

“It kind of crossed my mind a few times. Just a suspicion, but I thought it’d be ridiculous to… Sorry, I don’t…” Mina sighed, bringing her legs back down and crossing her arms instead.

“I’ve always known there’s something weird going on with you, Chaeng. Not weird, sorry. Nothing weird about… Sorry, let me start over.”

Mina shook her head, confused and frustrated at herself, still trying to digest what was happening. She got up and grabbed a light white jacket from her open suitcase, next to the bed. Her hands shook, betraying cold, nerves, or maybe both. Her strides back to Chaeyoung’s side, however, were purposeful and self-assured now that she was half-dressed.

She reached out with her hand hesitantly. She grabbed her girlfriend’s narrow chin with delicate care. The skin of her face glistened with silent tears. Mina leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you for telling me. I love you.”

“But?” Chaeyoung whispered.

“But nothing,” Mina sighed, sitting down. “It’s hard to swallow, obviously. It’s definitely not what-”

Chaeyoung interrupted. “I'm sorry. That’s what I meant, that’s the problem. I mean, you obviously want…” She exhaled, trying not to break as she wiped away her tears.

“I told you already. What I want is you. Only you, whatever you’re willing to give me. Whatever you can.” Mina protested with a hint of frustration in her tone.

“This body can’t do that. Don’t you get it? Sometimes I look at you and it breaks my heart, because you’re perfect. You’re like, made for me.”

Mina’s heart stirred, touched but worried sick.

Chaeyoung sniffled, then continued. “And maybe I tricked you into thinking something similar, but it’s just a trick. I made you love me but what you love isn’t what I am. I’m not perfect like you. Not even close.”

Mina was now staring at the floor too, unsure of what to say. “I’m so sorry, Chaeng. I love you, really.”

“But you don’t get it. There’s no way someone like you would get it.”

Chaeyoung sniffled a few more times, disturbing the stillness of the silence they were in.

They couldn’t tell how much time had passed when Mina talked again.

“I… learned to dance before I learned how to have a proper conversation.”

For just the second time, Chaeyoung looked directly at Mina. She continued. 

“Without dancing, without my body, I wouldn't know how to navigate the world. It's like a link, an interface of sorts. Between me and the outside.” She reached for Chaeyoung’s hand again, and this time she didn’t pull away.

“If I become unable to dance or if there's a disconnect, or a rift between me and my body, I'd feel very lonely. I felt lonely before I danced. And I feel the least lonely when I'm dancing with you guys, to this day.”

Chaeyoung’s hoarse, dry voice tumbled out of her throat. “You… you actually kind of get it… How?”

“You've taught me a lot, even if you don't notice.” Mina smiled.

She continued. “But you know what, your body as a middle point, it works both ways. You may feel trapped inside, but you could also, you know, let other people reach in. Let me.”

“It’s not that I’m trapped. I just… It’s… I look at you, you’re perfect. You’re all I want. And this body of mine, it’s…”

“Look, Chaengie. I have to go to the gym every other day, on top of all our practicing. I have weekly nutritionist consultations, laser hair removal every four months, dermatologist once a month. A perfect body doesn't exist. Our job is to get as close as possible, and you're the best at your job.”

Chaeyoung looked puzzled. Her eyes had already acquired a pink tone, though she had stopped crying.

Mina got up. “Look at this scar,” she touched the side of her lower abdomen, bare and smooth, right at Chaeyoung’s eye level. 

“When I was 14 I got so stressed about liking girls that my appendix ruptured. My own dad took it out. I still think of him when I see it.”

“This discoloration on my shoulder? They always cover it up with makeup.” She shrugged off her jacket, not taking it off entirely. “I was 8 and fell off a persimmon tree while picking some for my mom. It's her favorite fruit. The scrape was horrible but it was worth it.”

Chaeyoung opened her mouth to ask what she was trying to accomplish, but Mina went on before she could speak up.

“This bruise on my shin is from earlier today, when I insisted on carrying your stuff. It's not permanent, but it's proof that I went out with you. It’s a reminder of our first date, for as long as it lasts.”

“And these?” She let the jacket fall to the floor. It hadn't registered earlier, but now it dawned on Chaeyoung all at once - the fact that Mina was showing her bare skin, her everything, presenting herself as she was. Not only that: she was deliberately pointing out her imperfections, and still she was perfect.

“These…” She slid her palms down her own waist, stopping at her hips near a few faint vertical lines on each side. “The dermatologist almost managed to erase them entirely by now, but these lines on my hips are stretch marks. I used to hate them. They showed up around the same time my ballet instructor said I was growing up wrong. I hated myself for it, but now I kinda like them. They’re proof I’ve grown.”

“You’re perfect, Mina.” Chaeyoung smiled through a second wave of tears.

“No I’m not. There's no such a thing as a perfect body, but yours, yours is perfect, because it's a part of you. It is you.”

Mina grabbed her hands again.

“Even if at face value you don't like the body you ended up with, it's yours, and it's been all this time. Your body's story is your story, Chaeyoung. I know you know this."

Chaeyoung looked at her with a face drenched in self-inflicted misery, but the budding start of a deeper, bigger and more heartfelt smile was evident on her mouth. Mina kept going, her voice remaining low despite the rising passion in it.

"Your tattoos, your gender and whatever you've done with it… It’s all you taking control of your body, you telling your own story through it. But even the parts that can’t be changed, the parts you can't control at all, they're still who you are. They're still part of your story. Let me be a part of it too."

Mina sat down again and grabbed Chaeyoung's head by the sides of her neck, caressing her softly behind the ears with her thumbs. 

"I love you. I love you, Chaeng-Chaeng. You're the most important person in my life, you're what makes me happiest in the whole world. Nothing's gonna change that."

Mina brought her closer and kissed her wet cheeks, her nose, her closed eyes. They were slow, tender kisses that made Chaeyoung shudder slightly. Mina cradled her girlfriend's head against her bare chest. Chaeyoung was warm, soft, her thin arms wrapped around her waist comforted her back. Their slow breathing soothed each other as the sky outside burned with an intense orange tint that dyed the entire room through the window.

Chaeyoung closed her eyes, grateful to live. Her fight or flight faded into bliss, as leftovers of adrenaline and dopamine in her bloodstream clinged onto a new stimulus. She hugged Mina harder, painfully aware of her bare skin, the soft warmth radiating from it laced with her aroma. It was enough to kick her heart into a frenzy once more. She was scared again, scared of what was inevitably coming. But something else held her fear back. 

Mina pulled her gently into the bed, laying down. A mass of dark, silky strands partially covered Chaeyoung's face, making her close her eyes and inhale the lavender-and-jasmine perfume with a deep sigh. With her eyes now closed, the first thing she felt was the weight shifting beside her, then a line of small kisses leaving a tingling trail on her jaw. She let herself sink.

[simlicious]

My game recommendations

I had a reblog in my drafts folder for a couple of days to keep working on it and when I was done I saw that the original poster sadly deactivated reblogs on their post. They lovingly suggested that simmers should indulge in other games too, and I couldn't agree more. It is a special feeling to dive into a new game, learn new mechanics, and have a very different experience from the last game you played. I really put a lot of work into my answer, so I decided to make a new post for it.

I'm a simmer and a gamer (simming since 2000), gaming since 1994 or so. I used to play Everquest II way back when and dabble in Elder Scrolls Online but I quit for Baldur's Gate III which has me obsessed for months now, highly enjoyable. Sims 3 has fallen a few steps on my top 10 list in recent years, but I use it as a creative outlet anyway and do not tend to judge it against other games much. I do judge Sims 4 though, which is a sad state of affairs. I can have fun in it if I spend the time in CAS, or for the first 6 hours in a new expansion - but it's just too expensive for its little value, especially compared to other games on this list.

City Builder/Automation games:

Factory Town: super chill cozy vibe, automate logistics for your pixel-people town. Lovely game

Timberborn: build a town for cute beavers!

Farthest Frontier: a nice city simulation with some logistics and events such as raiders invading the town

Satisfactory: one of the most ambitious automation games, with amazing graphics, for people who like to puzzle, analyze/calculate, and really use their heads while gaming. I like to play it as a challenge and see how far I can take my spaghetti conveyor belts!

Frostpunk: a harrowing/grim atmosphere, dystopian, make hard choices for your town

Simulation games:

Roller Coaster Tycoon and Planet Coaster: I love building super scary rollercoasters and then riding them and trying to get people in the park to ride them too

Strategy games:

Anno 1800: I can spend my entire life in this game it feels, it is engaging and relaxing all at once - love this so much!

Action/adventure games:

Assassins Creed Origins: stunning world, super detailed visuals and fun combat mechanics

Scifi/Exploration

No Man's Sky: At first I thought this was more of a casual game, but prepare for a lot of grinding and long-ish quests. It is fun to discover new plants/creatures and name them!

Survival games:

Raft: great to play with friends too and it has a relaxed vibe but also survival mechanics that keep you engaged

The Long Dark: I love the art style and music so much, the story mode is great, the survival mode can be very challenging depending on settings and it is super immersive. Wrap yourself in a warm blanket to play 😂

Subnautica: my favorite game ever before Baldur's Gate 3 dethroned it! It is a game that will guide you to leave your comfort zone time and time again, but you choose when you feel ready for it. You can really follow your own pace and exploring the vast, beautiful, and terrifying depths of this ocean planet is absolutely immersive and filled with surprise and wonder. It has also very chill and calm base-building elements to counteract the scarier moments. The soundtrack is one of the best in terms of evoking feelings/ building atmosphere, do not turn off the sound while playing this game!!!

Storytelling games:

Life is Strange: a classic, it's fun to explore what we could change and what the consequences would be if we could go back in time.

Firewatch: very emotional and touching, leaving a lasting impression

Casual games:

Bridge Constructor Portal (the dark humor is a bonus, it's fun and trains your analytical thinking!)

Carcassonne (like the tabletop game, chill puzzle game)

Simulacra (you uncover a mystery on a phone, interesting idea!)

Retro Games:

My favorite old/retro game would be Black & White (from 2001), which I played when it originally came out, I loved it so much! The free camera was revolutionary at the time. You play a god who is powered by worshippers whom you can either provide and care for or reign terror over, and your actions decide your alignment, good, neutral, or evil. You get a creature that you can train (and will be more or less useful to your goals or disrupt them depending on how well you train it). IIRC, you can train the creature either in the story mode or sandbox/skirmish mode and then go back to story mode with a stronger creature. The mouse gestures which activate miracles in the air felt like a revolutionary new idea back then. The game is not available officially anymore, but it is downloadable from some abandonware websites and the community-made patches so it is still playable today! Writing this, I had to reinstall it right away... the nostalgia!

RPGs:

Cyberpunk 2077: it's just iconic, the city energy and car drives are nice, the story is interesting and it feels immersive

The Witcher 3: great quests and story, beautifully crafted open world

Baldur's Gate 3: I could also talk for hours about Baldur's Gate 3. If there is one game out there that everyone should have tried once in their life, it's that one. It really lets you try any strategy you want and did not actually expect to work in a video game, but in BG3, it does. Even cheaty ones like pushing enemies from a cliff or using explosives to blow stuff up. If you got surprise-attacked but have no weapon handy, you can throw a grease bottle at the enemy that can make them slip and fall, and then you can throw your burning torch at it to light everything on fire. You can stack boxes to climb up to reach something (or throw a goblin body onto someone's head, because it's perfectly normal to carry those around with you). You can be sneaky and steal stuff, even rewards from enemies. Don't like fighting? You can talk your way out of most fights if your character has the necessary skills and still complete quests that way. 95% of NPCs have something to say, and if you click them again, they will have another line. The narrator is awesome. The companions have so much character, the banter is great and every character has its own story arc and goal, the voice acting is phenomenal all around. Definitely get the talk-to-animals skill and use it on all animals, you'll have hilarious conversations! It's worth every penny, even if it's not on sale (and I hardly ever buy a game at full price, so that is saying a lot). Thanks for reading, I hope you feel inspired to try some new games! Have fun 😊

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Part 1

Steve was at least given the privilege of cleaning himself up and dressing before being brought before his father in his study.

"I thought I made it abundantly clear-"

"But I didn't go out in a ship", Steve said, quick to defend himself.

"Diving into rocks isn't what I would call a grand back up plan either!"

"I know how it looks, but-" SLAM

Steve stopped when his father's hand came down onto his desk and couldn't help but flinch.

"No, you don't know how it looks. To have the crown prince, first shirking his duties to go out to sea and then nearly drowning before the sun even rises. What it looks like is either you're trying to run away or end your life."

Steve shook his head but didn't speak. It wasn't either of those things. But how could he say what it really was? His father would have him locked up for trying to make contact with a sea creature.

"I've been too lenient. Given you too much freedom. Starting today, your studies and training will increase. And I will be attending as much as I can."

Well, that part didn't sound too bad...

"And you are to never go near that ocean again."

"That's-! How am I supposed to never go back?! We literally live on the shore."

"Those are my orders. You are dismissed."

"Father!"

"I said dismissed!"

Steve's fists clenched and he stood there for a moment, shaking, before bolting out. He slammed the door once he got to his room and flung himself onto the bed. Keeping him from something so close was a tall order, but he believed his father was capable of it. He was the king after all. He'd probably sooner shackle Steve to the bed then let him near a puddle now.

Through his sobs into his pillow, he almost didn't hear it. But there was an audible hissing nearby. He looked up to find he wasn't alone. There were two rather large snakes, coiling up in the middle of the room. Steve quickly grabbed the dagger under his pillow, ready to fight when the snakes began to speak in tandem.

"Don't act so brassshhh."

"We have come with a proposition from our massster."

"A....a what? Who is your master?", Steve asked, dagger still raised.

"He'sss been watching you and sympathizesss."

"He wants to help."

"It's what he doesss."

Steve was skeptical, but he was also running low on options. Even if his father let up, going to the ocean by boat or by cliff hadn't gotten him any closer to finding the owner of the voice.

"Okay, I'll meet with them and see what they have to say. Where are they?"

"Follow ussss."

They slithered through the room and towards the window that Steve realized was now open. They went out and down and when Steve looked out, he saw the vines that covered this side of the castle had grown thicker and more sturdy. Enough for him to climb down and follow the snakes. They took him through the thick of the wood, so dense that sunlight got weaker and weaker.

The snakes led him to a gave with red gemstones embedded into the walls, giving it a bright glow in the darkness. The light from the stones seemed to beat like heart.

Steve entered, but kept from touching them. They looked sharp as knives. They got to an opening at the cave that widened into what appeared to be a living space. And also a center for witchcraft. Steve saw someone moving about on the other side of the room, a clawed hand running across the spines of books on a shelf.

"Uh", Steve cleared his throat. "Hello? I-I was told that you could help me with my problem."

"Yes", the person turned to reveal a nose-less face. Strange vines, or where they tentacles? protruded from them. And Steve realized there were odd, moving vines all around. "Ah, the prince with the ocean obsession."

"It's not the ocean, really. It's-"

"The merman with the hypnotizing voice."

"Yes! But how did you-"

"It's my job to know. People have come from all corners of the world, pleading 'Vecna, I need this', or 'Vecna, I want a spell for this'. I'm very much a charity."

"So, you'll help me?"

Vecna moved around the room, grabbing various things with his vines as he did. "I will."

....."How?"

"You want to find him, don't you? I will give you a spell that will turn you into a merman for three days." Vecna began pouring the ingredients he had into a large cauldron in the middle of the room.

Three days didn't sound like a lot, but Steve was sure he'd know them as soon as he heard him speak. "Alright. Deal."

"Not quite. We need to discuss your payment."

Steve crossed his arms. "You said you were a charity."

"You can't get something for nothing."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Okay, what do you want?" As a prince, he had a little money to burn. And he'd pay any amount to meet his mystery guy.

He didn't feel the vines creeping up on him until he felt something tickling his ears. He cringed and slapped them away.

"Those."

"My ears."

"I require no flesh. What I want in exchange for my magic is your hearing."

Steve touched his ears. "But if I can't hear, how can I find him?"

"He's seen you, hasn't he? After he saved you? Let him find you. And true love is the strongest force in the world. I daresay you could find him deaf and blind. But I'm only asking for one sense. You find him, he confesses his love, and then you two can live out the rest of your lives in bliss."

It all sounded too good to be true. Which was what had Steve still hesitating.

"What happens in three days if I don't find him?"

Vecna pretended to look for another ingredient to toss in so that he could hide his expression from Steve. "If you don't, then you become one of my treasures. Vecna's claws made a clinking sound against the gems on the wall and then Steve understood why it seemed like they were beating like hearts. They were souls. Ones that couldn't come up with whatever sum was needed and paid with their lives.

If Steve didn't succeed, he would become one of them. But if he gave up now, that was all he would be in essence anyway. A shiny jewel in his father's crown. Even if he would be working against time and without the one sense he was sure of, he had to try.

So he nodded. And held out his hand for Vecna to shake. He swooped across the room like a shadow and grasped Steve's hand, then wrapped his vines around his body. It was a horrible sensation but Steve fought his instincts not to struggle. He was brought closer to the cauldron, bubbling and filling the room with a green vapor.

"I want you to focus on his song", Vecna said. "On the sound of his voice."

That wasn't hard to do. Even with leagues of water separating them, it had sounded beautiful. Last night when he heard them above water, it had been the sweetest sound. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in it. When he opened it, the caludron looked seconds from exploding and Vecna was grinning, and all the vines around were slithering in excitement but he couldn't hear any bit of it.

As jarring as that was, what was happening below his waist was even more shocking. He only had time to see his pants begin to rip and the start of his legs fusing before the cauldron reached its tipping point and exploded. Steve himself was thrust into the air and he was afraid of hitting the roof of the cave. But he kept going higher and higher, through the trees until he was above even them.

And there it was. A mer's tail, in shimmering blue. He had but a moment to admire it when he felt himself fall back towards the ground. He had been shot right above the ocean and while it wasn't as bad as hitting rock, falling from that height had shocked his system.

He knew he had reached the ocean floor; could feel the sand under him. But he didn't fully come to until he felt someone strongly nudging him. He blinked his eyes only to come face to face with the most handsome man he had ever seen.

Part 3

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Here’s Why Willy Wonka Is An Autistic Icon | Medium

Here’s Why Willy Wonka Is An Autistic Icon

In celebration of the release of the new Wonka movie this month, I recently rewatched, for the billionth time, the original film — Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. Wonka media has been a special interest of mine for the past seven years — -an autism-related term used to refer to topics and subjects that occupy headspace constantly, meaning I know more about Willy Wonka and his crimes against humanity than any sane person really ought to.

While watching the film, I was once again struck by how much I related to the character. His odd mannerisms, his disregard for small talk and social niceties, and his fixation on a self-constructed world all reminded me of a lot of my own experiences growing up as a quiet, book-obsessed, undiagnosed autistic kid. Although I was recently diagnosed at the age of twenty-one (it’s never too late!), the sense that something was always a little off has dogged me since childhood — in my odd tendency to repeat words and phrases, my limited and intense interests, my awkwardness in conversation and struggle to make friends. And as I sat there, watching Wonka spout off nonsensical phrases, constant literary references, and the occasional bit of wisdom, I finally got the urge to lay out, once and for all, what an autistic icon this character is, and has been for the past sixty years. Let’s dive into a world of pure imagination together.

A Little Nonsense

Autism, since it is formally classified as a disorder by the DSM5, has a whole host of medical definitions that try to sum up, in as digestible a form as possible, just what exactly is wrong with you or your child. Instead of pinpointing one definition, I’m going to temporarily throw the psychological jargon out the window and focus on the single term “disorder.” Disorder, classically defined, is a state of confusion or messiness — usually a form of existence that runs counter to broad definitions of harmonic living. Although unintended, I find that the literary definition rather than the scientific one fits my, and Wonka’s, experience of living as autistic. Disorder is chaos, it’s doing things just because.

Take this excerpt from Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, the rightfully-maligned sequel to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory:

“I have never met a man,” said Grandma Georgina, “who talks so much absolute nonsense!”

“A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men,” Mr. Wonka said.

Many autistic people are told at one point or another that the way they think and act does not make sense. For example, in many adaptations of the story, visiting the chocolate room for the first time leads the parents to question why it came to exist in the first place.

In the original West End musical adaptation, the conversation goes something like this:

Mr. Salt: Well if it isn’t for anything, and it doesn’t make money, then why on Earth does it need to exist at all?

Wonka: You really don’t see, do you?

A painter needs no reason

To make a thing of art

Yes, there’s no switch to stop and start the flow

Willy Wonka (Douglas Hodge) in the Chocolate Room from the 2013 West End production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

We live in an unprecedented age of unthinking consumerism — our lives, from the get-go, are predicated on beneficial transactions. If I am to create something, I better be able to justify its usefulness in the language of monetary gain. Entertainment has become inextricably linked to the words content and consumption — creators make content, and we now consume the art we once admired. This implies a one-sided relationship to the way we engage with art — when we consume something it no longer becomes a conversation between creator and viewer, but rather a passively made, ready-to-eat distraction on which the viewer can project anything and everything they like. To make art for art’s sake or simply because we find it beautiful, is, in today’s age, an indicator of disordered living. Thus, Wonka making the chocolate room, or his factory for that matter, just because is, to most people, nonsense.

Again, from The Great Glass Elevator:

“He walked slowly towards the chocolate waterfall. It was an unhappy truth, he told himself, that nearly all people in the world behave badly when there is something really big at stake. Money is the thing they fight over most.”

The us vs. them mindset suggested by the phrase “nearly all people in the world” is one commonly adopted by autistic people, who feel that their perspective and lived experience do not align with that of their peers. Wonka, in creating a world of his own, has effectively made a safe haven for himself where the things he loves can exist without justification — a form of escapism I often engaged in as a child. In Wonka’s factory, the oddities that would make him an outcast in the external world are, to him, “simply second nature” — the name of the song in which he extolls the joys of being different:

It’s no blessing, It’s a curse

No wait…strike that and reverse

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

What’s a Social Cue?

In the 2017 Broadway adaptation of the book, Wonka opens the boisterous and breakneck-paced song “Strike that, Reverse It” by, muttering:

“Now let’s get the small-talk out of the way.”

The word “small-talk,” for context, is said as if it is the single most loathsome word in the English dictionary.

Though every adaptation of Wonka is unique in some way, all seem to share a love for their craft that is only rivaled by their hatred of social conventions. From the 2005 Wonka’s disastrous introduction and awkward giggling to the original book Wonka’s fidgety and sporadic movements, none of the Wonkas have exactly come off as approachable. Even the new Wonka, played by Timothée Chalamet, has his moment as he practically screams “You’ve never had chocolate?!” to his sidekick Noodle, who answers his outburst nonchalantly. All of these traits: poor conversational skills, fidgeting, volume control, and a dislike of small-talk are all classic characteristics associated with ASD.

Autistic people also often struggle with echolalia, or the repetition of words and phrases for seemingly no reason. Gene Wilder’s Wonka, with his near-constant rattling off of quotes from classic literature parallels this condition, especially (and most entertainingly) when he pedals a bike in the inventing room.

Similar to symptoms associated with ADHD, many autistic people will also find that their hyperfixations and interests make it difficult to focus on daily tasks for long periods of time. Wonka is so fixated on making chocolate that he has actually built a factory where he does nothing but make chocolate, and has been doing so for decades. Take also these lyrics from “Must Be Believed to Be Seen”:

No magic spells, no potions

Forswear legerdemain

My kingdom’s created from notions

All swirling inside of my brain

The manic delivery of “swirling inside of my brain” in both recordings of the song speaks to the sometimes uncomfortable intensity of creative thinking. I want to note here that I’m aware of the “it’s not that deep” factor that plays into all of this, but I kind of shoved it in the back of my mind the second I decided to write an analytical article about Willy Wonka. Besides, I know I personally struggle with a constant barrage of thoughts here and there — sometimes to the point where I have trouble falling asleep at night. Hence these lyrics from Simply Second Nature:

The mind is such a wonder to explore

And though some nights I dread

All the voices in my head

I’d rather be this way than be a bore

I also made a compilation a while back of the mannnyyyyy (and I mean many) times 2017 Broadway Wonka displays some of the physical symptoms of ASD, often referred to as stimming.

Autistic Solidarity

I know I’ve been harping a little too much on the Broadway adaptation, but I promise there’s a good reason.

In this version of the story, rather than just being a decent kid who, for the most part, minds his own business, Charlie is awarded the factory because he thinks as Wonka does. This kind of connection is also implied in the 2005 adaptation, where Charlie is seen to have built an impressively large model of Wonka’s factory made entirely of toothpaste caps, but is only made explicit in both musical versions. This Charlie draws up fantastical ideas instead of doing his homework and spends his remaining free time endlessly pestering his Grandpa Joe for stories about Willy Wonka. Wonka, to this Charlie, is essentially a special interest — he hardly goes five minutes without bringing his name up, or delivering an excitable song summarizing the man’s life history.

Wonka, of course, sees a lot of himself in Charlie. In the song, “Must Be Believed to Be Seen” there’s a section in the middle where the tempo slows and Wonka wistfully sings:

Despite the man seen at these doors

My childhood home was bland like yours

But I knew how to look, to find

A world that wasn’t colorblind

This is the first time (and only until the end of the show) that Wonka makes a genuine attempt to reach out to Charlie — and he does so with language relating to neurodivergent thinking. The musical doesn’t exactly turn to diagnostic criteria for sourcing lyrics, but the use of the phrase “a world that wasn’t colorblind” is once again suggestive of the us vs. them mindset, offsetting the ordinary blandness of the “normal” world with the vibrancy of the neurodivergent imagination. In the same sequence, Wonka also sings:

But in the end there’s quite a prize

If you can see with more than eyes

Autistic people are often hypersensitive to their environments and engage with the stimuli around them more keenly than their neurotypical peers. Exploring the world with all senses, and often with a detail-oriented mindset literally allows many autistic people to see the world with much more than eyes. Often small and irrelevant elements in an environment become points of interest for those with ASD where they might otherwise be ignored by neurotypicals.

Lastly, I want to finish with a brief discussion of one of my favorite lyrics in the musical, this time from the closing song “The View From Here”, where Wonka takes Charlie up through the atmosphere in his glass elevator:

When a boy has just a touch of odd

And he walks the streets without a nod

He should know that odd is a gift from God

Like this starry blue chandelier

Willy Wonka (Christian Borle) and Charlie Bucket (Jake Ryan Flynn) in the Glass Elevator

Most neurodivergent people will be the first to tell you that living as they are isn’t easy. For me, I have trouble finding humor in the same things my friends do, making conversation, focusing, following directions, empathizing, etc. Sometimes things that seem easy or mundane to others are nearly impossible for me. Worst of all, these aversions and behaviors are inexplicable too. I cannot put into words why I am what I am, I just know that I have to learn to accept it. However, for every moment I spend hating myself for what I cannot change, I strive to find more moments where I love living as I am.

I listened to “The View From Here” for the first time in many years recently, and I’m not ashamed to say that I cried a little (maybe more than a little). To quantify one’s differences not as a mistake or a joke or a fault — but as a gift is to accept that they let us do impossibly wonderful things. We need to stop looking for ways to fix or mask autism, and instead make society a more accommodating place for neurodivergency to thrive. Only then can autistic kids dream less about faraway places where they can live as they are, and instead live those dreams in the here and now. And we can start by reaching out to that touch of oddness in each other, and recognizing what the embrace of pure imagination can do for us all.

THERE IS A WELL-DOCUMENTED HISTORY OF NAZIS EXPERIMENTING ON PEOPLE WITH AUTISM.

IT HAS BEEN NOTED BY PROFESSIONALS THAT MANY PEOPLE IN THE TRANSGENDER MOVEMENT HAVE AUTISM

BLOGGERS, CLAIMING TO BE AUTISTIC, HAVE ENGAGED IN VERY AGGRESSIVE BULLYING.

THEY RELENTLESSLY ACCUSED A CERTAIN ACTOR, WHO, HIMSELF SUFFERS ANXIETY OF BEING ABLEST, IN AN EFFORT TO TARNISH ONE OF HIS BEST STAGE PERFORMANCES

THAT SAME ACTOR WAS BEING ENCOURAGED TO DO PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, WHICH I SABOTAGED, AND I'M GLAD I DID, BECAUSE WEEKS LATER I CAME ACROSS AN OLD ARTICLE, WHERE THEY SAID, EMPHATICALLY THAT THE PHANTOM MUST HAVE BEEN AUTISTIC. THE POINT?

IF SAID ACTOR HAD PLAYED THE PHANTOM, HEEDLESS OF THIS THEORY, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN ATTACKED, AGAIN.

AND THAT IS WHAT THIS ARTICLE BELOW IS; AN INTENTION TO ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITH AUTISM TO SEE WILLY WONKA AS BEING AUTISTIC.

AND WHEN THE NEXT ACTOR WHO PLAYS WONKA, ISN'T AWARE OF THE FACT THAT AUTISM HAS BEEN LOWKEY ADDED, THEN THAT PERSON WILL GET RIPPED TO SHREDS.... BECAUSE OF MANIPULATING ARTICLES, LIKE THIS ONE. THIS IS NOT HARMLESS. THE SAME THING HAPPENED ONLINE WITH BBC SHERLOCK. BLOGGERS ERRONEOUSLY ATTRIBUTED HIS PERSONALITY TRAITS TO AUTISM, THANKS TO THE WRITERS ON THE SHOW. IT WAS ENCOURAGED, TO THE POINT WHERE IF YOU DID NOT AGREE, YOU WERE ATTACKED FOR IT.

THE RIGHT BUILDS ARMIES, AND THEY WILL USE ANYONE THEY HAVE TO.

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I’ve had a thought!! Why don’t we combine crybaby Charles and titty obsessed charles… he’s so sensitive he cries all the time and sometimes he gets so worked up that the only thing that will calm him down is sucking on your tits, so you have to lie with him, sometimes with his head up your shirt to feel even closer to you, and just let him suckle away until his tears dry up. He gets so fussy, whining and crying like a real baby, nuzzling his face against your chest until he finally gets his mouth on your nipple and he can settle

I… oh my god. I read this and then needed to just stare at the wall for a while because OH MY GOD. I’m in love. This is it. This is everything. (📓 anon come here RIGHT NOW) also since we’re already discussing titties, I had to add mommy kink. Because obviously.

Crybaby!Charles is really just the sweetest little thing. He tries so hard not to cry too much around others, because he knows it’s not normal and he knows it makes people uncomfortable.

But with you? His mommy? He can’t control himself about his mommy!!

Sometimes he’ll get home and just start crying? Cause so many things happened during the day that would have made him cry if he was allowed. And now he’s home and safe and his mommy is smiling at him and there’s no way he can keep his tears at bay.

At this point you’re pretty used to it. More often than not, when Charles gets back from a meeting with Ferrari, he just needs to have a good cry before he can be a happy little thing again. And that’s alright. Everyone needs a good cry every now and then, he just needs it a little more often than others.

So you open the door, and you get about halfway through welcoming charles home before he’s diving into your chest, shoulders shaking as he mumbles, “mommy” over and over again.

You weak your arms around him, holding him close and rubbing his back. He gets a few seconds there and then you lead him to the bedroom for proper cuddles.

The moment you lay down, he’s stripping down to his underwear and joining you in bed. He settles on you, his legs between yours, and then ducks his head down under your shirt.

You used to take it off, but he actually loves just sneaking under your shirt. He feels so nice and safe there, so sheltered and warm. So obviously you just let him do that, whatever makes him happy.

This is where he starts really fussing, because he’s so close to what he wants and he needs it bad and his braincell has completely turned off. Often he’ll kinda just collapse the moment he’s under your shirt and then he just whines and shakes, confused and lost and wanting his mommy’s help!!

You sneak your hand under your shirt and touch his head, directing him towards one of your breasts. The moment you’ve got him where he needs to be, he takes your nipple in his mouth and instantly he’s calm. It’s like a flip switches. He goes from whining and shaking and crying to just being completely still, softly suckling.

You hold him tight, just letting him stay there for as long as he wants.

It’s his absolute favourite way to calm down. Once he’s suckled for half an hour or so, he’ll come up and then he’s truly the happiest, giggliest sub? He’s so happy!!! No worries whatsoever because he’s so relaxed.

You can only do that when you both have the rest of the day together, because he can’t go out after that. All his walls are completely down and even though he’s so happy, he’s also so vulnerable? He can’t take anyone else.

(Maybe in the beginning, before he sets solid boundaries with his friends, some of them come over? They basically just text to say they’re coming over for drinks and then show up half an hour later and poor Charles is so frazzled. He’s not ready for that. Even though it’s friends. He can’t. He needs cuddles and soft words and he starts sobbing when one of his friends takes your attention for a few seconds)