#which is like all the time let's be honest

[ppixienous]

☆ superman gets struck by... *checks notes* sex pollen?!

☆ a/n — i imagine reader physically & aesthetically to be a very 2004!catwoman-esque character. this is my first time writing about sex pollen, so please a little bit of grace <3! and as always, written with black!reader in mind, but anybody can read! (ok, but like i actually had fun writing this??)

☆ warning — use of sex pollen. thief!reader who goes by the name "nyx". no use of y/n. lex being a perv. god's name being used in vain. p in v action (unprotected). sub!superman. use of the word "mommy". voyeurism(?). mentions of oral. slightly proofread. male masturbation.

☆ word count — 1,816

you're just an honest, humble villain.

taking over the world? never interested you. killing innocent civilians? very much beneath you. standing side by side defeating do-gooders with mr. clean himself? please, you could laugh.

but diamonds, jewels, money, oh my. how great did obtaining those valuable items please you more than any heinous act could. and you decided you could score once more tonight!

through the grapevine of lex luthor, you heard a nearby bank had the big three, few guards, and a simple escape route. it made you briefly question why he would give you that intel, but you chopped it up to his unfortunate crush he had on you—of course not reciprocated.

it was quite easy. a little bit of sleep powder blown into the face of the guards, threatening one to disable the security system and open the large walk-in vault for you, then knocking him out.

you practically moaned entering the vault. more money than you have ever seen at once, sitting green and pretty, waiting for you to take it home. diamond and gold twinkling in the corner calling your name, promising you that it would look gorgeous adorning your neck, ears, and hands.

"god, i could cry right now."

"you can cry in prison," a deep voice declared from behind you, "exactly where you'll be going." superman. of course.

with a sigh, your turn to face him with a wad of money in your hand, "hiya, supes. can't ya let me have just a 'lil bit of fun?" though you couldn't stand any of them, you always favored superman to be the do-gooder to thwart your plans. simply because he was hot. "i've been a really, really, really good girl supes," slowly, one foot in front of the other crossing over with a sway of your hips.

wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned your body weight into his and stood on your tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, "y'know you wanna." you could hear his breath hitch.

so engulfed into staring into his blue eyes—god they're so blue, a loud BANG! boomed from the vault closing. the sudden noise made both of you jump, which surprised you, isn't he supposed to have superhearing? mmtch, what a poser.

"what the hell?"

"what in the world?" what a prude, too.

the sound of the vault handle turning and locking grabbed your full attention as you ran to you, pushing against it. "c'mon superman! use that superstrength of yours to get me the hell outta here!" walking over to where you are standing, superman, with all of his might, pushes against the steel door.

he punches, pushes, kicks, eye-laser beams the door. all futile, but very fun to watch him struggle. he huffs as he catches his breath.

he turns to see you laying comfortably on top of the stacks of money. half of your body laying off the edge as one leg lazily sways and your fingers dance along the money, "superman, save me! save me! pfft, whata joke!"

"no, something's not right. it...smells funny."

you shrug as you watch him eye around the sealed room, "blamin' it on smells now. gosh, supes. maybe y'jus—"

your words interrupted with a piercing nose making you wince in pain. a small crackle broke from the ceiling speakers, "so glad to see my two favorite people so cozy." luthor.

jumping down, landing on your feet, you see light pink dust creep into the room. "what the actual hell?!" your eyes widening in fear, superman flies over to you, using his cape as a mask for your face so you don't breath in the unknown dust.

"what is this luthor? what do you want?!"

"i just want to have a little fun. doesn't that sound familiar, nyx?" the tone of his voice disturbed you greatly, it sounded too lustful. but for some reason, you felt funny.

well not, funny, but warm and tingly. and wet… oh my god, i'm turned on! clamping your thighs tight together, you felt your clit throb and throb and throb. it felt painful and non-stop. you bit your lip at superman as the sensation became stronger.

"hmm, seems to have already overcome her. won't be too long until it's you superman. have fun, i know i will."

the speaker let out one more crackle after luthor said his goodbyes. god, it's hot in here. superman could hear how fast your heart is beating, how erratic your breathing is. yet, he started feeling a tightness in his trunks.

not now, he thought to himself. he stares into your eyes, seeing that your pupils are completely blown, nothing but black. but holds a look of desire in them. "there has to b-be another—mmph—way out of here. ju-just keep this against your face."

you nod as he scans the room, walking around. deciding to sit against the money, your latex suit feels tight and hotter than normal. you look down to see your nipples piercing through your top. jeez. pressing down against your nipples, you try your best to flatten them, but it feels really good. the small of his red cape highlighting against your black latex as you squeeze your breasts. 

moans escape your lips the more you squeeze. your hips mindlessly begins to roll, making your clit rub against the fabric. god you felt like a whore, getting off to tit squeezes. but you couldn’t help yourself, it feels too good.

lost in your personal moment, superman can’t help but to hear your soft moans and soft squelching noises from your pussy. enthralled by it, he makes his way over, standing right in front of you. your breathing skips as you feel your tight hole pulse and cream. “fuck…”

struggling to catch your breath, you still don’t feel satisfied. feeling eyes gawking at you, you smile and pant, “enjoyed the show? i think ya got the same dilemma as me, supes.” his pupils blown, a curly tendril sticks to his damp forehead, and the best part, his print sticking out like a sore thumb in his trunks. “if this dust is what i think it is, and i’m pretty damn sure it is, our best option is to help one another out.”

he stayed quiet, but by the look on his face you could tell he is going through inner-termoil. you stood up, taking your sweet time walking over to him, feeling your slick drip down your thighs. “it’ll make you feel so much better, if you just give in,” you kiss his jaw as you softly palm his dick. giggling, you could feel his pre-cum leaking through his trunks. “please, superman. i’m asking as nicely as i possibly can. I need you to save me. i need you deep in my pussy.”

——

“g-goodness, nyx—plop, plop, plop—i’m so close.”

if future you spoke to yesterday you and told you that you were gonna end up fucking superman in a locked bank vault, you would’ve laughed in your face and ask what are you on. but now?

superman sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out as you straddle him with your arms wrapped around his neck. his dick–long, thick, topped with the prettiest shade of pink—welcoming itself inside your tight, warm cunt. looking down, you see your pretty white cream coat his dick. god, he feels so good. 

“please let me cum, please.” he looks so pretty begging. his normal slicked back hair is sticking entirely to his forehead, the curls more defined due to the sweat. tears falling from his eyes, making his blue eyes more vibrant than usual. his fingers kneading into the flesh of your round ass—how many times he’s found himself staring at your ass and now he can finally hold it.

leaning in close to him, you steal a kiss from his lips. The kiss being for two different reasons—him begging you to allow his release and you continuing to assert your dominance, not caring for his desperation of cumming. your teeth clash against each other as he whimpers in your mouth.

pulling away from his plump lips, a string of saliva connects the two of you by your lips. you smile as his bottom lip wobbles. “mmf, fuck—i don’t know if you deserve t’cum yet,” the sound of wet sex intensifies. superman’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he squeezes your flesh harder. he’s definitely not gonna make it.

“look at me baby. say “mommy, can i please cum? can i please cum in your pussy?” c’mon, baby. you got it.” 

superman, with tears in his eyes and down his face, locks eyes with you as you hold his face with your hands. he croaks, “please mommy, can i cum? can i please cum in your pussy?”

leaving a peck on his lips, you nod and smile down at him, “yes baby. fill me up.” as soon as you give him the green light, superman flips you onto your back and lays on top of you. he thrusts deep inside of you, his tip roughly kissing your cervix. the feeling was too much for the both of you. 

keeping one arm around his neck and one hand gently on his face, you pull him in close—your bodies molding into each other. his thrusts gets sloppier by the second. with a straggled moan, superman releases warm ropes of cum inside of you while you squirt over him. he thrusts and thrusts until he feels the last drop come out. 

your thumb soothingly rubs against his cheek as you both catch your breath. his body laying lazily on top of yours, you press a kiss against his lips, which he begins to deepen. moaning into his mouth, you can still feel how hard he is inside you. 

gently pulling away, you eye the superhero and ask, “so are you still gonna take me to jail?”

“i think that’s the last of our worries,” he snickers then moves closer to your lips for another kiss. 

you press two of your fingers on his lips to stop him, “well if that’s the case, supes—i need you to clean me up,” you nudge his head down to where your pussy is, “start with your tongue.”

—

over at lexcorp, lex luthor observed the whole 2 hours. once he had you and superman locked in, he eagerly dismissed whatever staff he had in the room with him. 

seeing you control superman as if he wasn’t the strongest out of you two, had lex scrambling to unfasten his belt and free his aching dick. 

with a stroke, lex shuddered as superman’s mouth found a home on your breasts. he moaned around your brown nipple and two fingers slid into your soaking cunt. 

how did Lex come up with this plan? hell, he wasn’t even completely sure himself. but he knows for sure, he’d do it again. 

[cherrydriver]

I've had this idea for a while honestly but I'm too scared to try writing and I love your writing soooo

What about Saja boys (separate or together) x past!idol reader? It can be angst or fluff, I don't care, But the Saja boys find out reader used to be a kpop idol somehow? (Like they find a video of one of the readers old concerts) And overall, I'm curious about their reactions. Thank you ��

Hi! Thank you so much! And thank you for the request, sorry it took a little bit! This was a fun one to write! Enjoy! CW: The tiniest bit of angst in Abby's and Baby's. They all got happy endings though :)

Saja Boys (separately) x past!idol reader

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ABBY - 

He didn’t know how he came across the video but somehow it had shown up on his feed. He didn’t know whether or not to believe it or not so he did some more digging and ended up finding out that the video was real. You used to be a k-pop idol yourself…so why did you keep this from him? 

The two of you had been dating for quite some time now and you had never once mentioned this to him. He couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that you didn’t share this part of your life with him, especially since you guys were so close. 

When you got home from work one day, Abby decided to confront you about this, wanting to know more and why you hid it. Once you settled on the couch, he sat down beside you with his phone out. 

“Hey…can I ask you about something?” Abby asked you in a more serious tone than usual. That was your first sign that something was up with him because he usually wasn't this serious around you. You sat up a little straighter on the couch and turned to face him a bit more, a small frown on your lips. “Yeah of course. Is something wrong?” You asked him quietly, watching him pull something up on his phone. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Abby asked you, showing you the video of yourself singing on stage when you used to be a k-pop idol…something you had put behind you. You tell by Abby’s body language, which was tenser than usual, that he was upset. He looked hurt more than anything. You felt yourself tense more as well since the video was bringing back memories that you thought you had buried. 

“Abby…I’m sorry. I just…I kind of wanted to put it all behind me. It was a part of my life that I don’t regret but want to put in the past.” You explained with a small sigh. You could tell that Abby was still upset. 

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me about this, y/n. I thought we told each other everything and this is a pretty big thing that clearly affected your life. I just thought that you’ve let me in on this.” Abby told you in a serious tone, keeping his eyes on you. 

You felt a small tinge of guilt seeing Abby’s reaction. You didn’t really know what you were expecting but it wasn’t this. However, you couldn’t blame him. This was a pretty big part of your life that you kept hidden from the one person who knew you better then anyone. 

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I should’ve trusted you. I was just…scared, I guess. I didn’t know how you’d react and that part of my life has been put behind me. But you’re right, I should’ve told you. I’m sorry.” You told Abby sincerely, looking into his eyes. You really did mean your words and you hoped that he’d understand. 

Abby stayed quiet for a moment before letting out a small sigh and nodding. He moved closer to you again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. “It’s okay, baby…thank you for being honest with me.” A small smirk then formed on his face. 

“I’ll forgive you if you give me a performance of one of your songs.” He told you with a smug expression. You playfully hit his chest but in the end, he managed to convince you to sing one of your songs to him. 

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ROMANCE - 

Jinu had sent him the video along with a message that said: “Hey. Isn’t this y/n? I didn’t know she was a k-pop idol.” Yeah, he didn’t either. After Romance watched the video (multiple times of course because you looked beautiful on stage), he did a deep dive. He went through multiple websites and found whatever he could but there was very little information. It seemed like any information about you and your songs had been wiped somehow, very few details and videos remained online. 

Romance was a little curious as to why you had kept this part of your life from him but it seemed like you had wanted it to be forgotten. 

Still, it didn’t stop him from asking you about it when you two were hanging out at his place that evening. He pulled up the video again and showed you his phone, watching the surprised expression on your face. 

“Look…I feel like there’s a reason why you didn’t tell me so I’m not upset that you didn’t tell me. I guess I just wish that I didn’t have to find out from Jinu.” Romance told you with a small chuckle before putting his phone away and moving to wrap his arms around you. 

“Wait, you aren’t mad that I didn’t tell you about my past?” You asked him quietly, still feeling a little unsure about how he was taking this news. 

Romance just shook his head, a smile still on his face. “Of course not. I mean, it would’ve been cool to know because we could’ve talked about it but I’m not mad at you. I’ve honestly been replaying the video because you look so beautiful on that stage.” He told you softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to your head. 

The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking about your k-pop past and Romance made you find other videos to show him. He saved every single one. 

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MYSTERY -

Mystery found the video himself. He came upon a video of a smaller concert but still with a lot of fans clearly excited in the audience. He was intrigued by it so he watched it, instantly recognizing you as part of the group. He was taken back for a moment and had to pause the video to zoom in, just to be sure. Sure enough, it was definitely you there. 

He couldn’t help but wonder why you never told him about this but he wasn’t one to judge. He kept a lot of things to himself so he understood that maybe this was something you didn’t want to bring up to him. 

Still, his curiosity got the best of him that night when you were over. He was a little nervous to bring it up in case it was something that struck a bad memory for you. He just had to ask though. 

“Hey…so you don’t have to tell me much but I came across a video today of you singing with a k-pop group.” Mystery told you after the two of you finished watching a movie. 

You were a little surprised that he had found out about that because you didn’t think people talked about your group much anymore. It seemed like there were still a few videos floating around. 

“Oh yeah…it was a few years ago now. I honestly just did it for fun and we were pretty popular but then it got a little too much, you know? So we stopped. I don’t regret it though, it was fun while it lasted.” You explained to him with a small smile, pulling out your phone. 

“Would you want to see more?” You asked Mystery as you pulled up some other concert videos. He instantly scooted closer to you, which you were surprised was even possible due to how close he had already been. 

The two of you spent the rest of the night watching other videos as you explained everything. Mystery had honestly just been curious when he saw the video and it was grateful that you felt so comfortable telling him all the details about it. 

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BABY - 

Baby found out from overhearing one of your friends mention it. The two of you had been hanging out with some of your friends and one of them had let it slip that you were part of this k-pop group. Baby didn’t react right away, making it seem like he hadn’t heard it but when he got home that night, he instantly did his research. He couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated that you had told your friends about this and not him. He was your boyfriend and you didn’t think to mention this part of your life to him? 

The next time you guys hung out, he asked you about it right away. He mainly just wanted to know why you kept it from him. 

Once you got to his place, he was right there holding his phone out to you. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? I had to find out from hearing it from one of your friends?” He asked you quickly and slightly pushy. 

You were a little taken back by his tone and the fact that he had found out. You hadn’t meant to keep it from him but you just didn’t know how to bring it up. 

“Baby…I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out that way. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you but I’ve honestly been scared of how you’d react. I know that’s stupid but…that was a kind of challenging time if my life so I wanted to feel ready to talk about it.” You explained quietly, keeping your eyes on him. 

Shit. Now he felt terrible that he had come on so strongly. Baby let out a small sigh as he lowered his phone. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strongly like that. I think I was just upset that you’re friends knew about it and not me.” He confessed as he looked at you with a softer expression now. 

“I would like to know more though. If you feel comfortable sharing, of course.” Baby added as he put his hand on your lower back and led you into the living room. 

So that night you ended up opening up to Baby about the whole story of being part of a k-pop group and why you stopped. He sat there and listened to every word you said, understanding more by the end why you had kept it hidden. 

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JINU -

Jinu found out from walking into a room and hearing Abby and Romance watching some kind of concert video. He was intrigued by their shocked faces and when he saw the video, he quickly understood. It was you. You were on that stage and singing. You sounded beautiful and looked so natural on stage but you weren’t doing that now. You also hadn’t told him about this. 

Jinu never got onto the internet so quickly. He did a deep dive into whatever he could find which wasn’t a whole lot. Abby finally told him to just ask you if he wanted answers so badly so he decided to do that. 

While the two of you were on your evening walk, he fiddled with his fingers slightly before bringing it up. “Hey, so I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about something. Abby and Romance came across a video of you performing earlier. I did a bunch of research…you know, to make sure it wasn’t some crazy edit or AI, but it’s real. Isn’t it?” Jinu asked you, looking over at you. 

You knew that this would probably come up eventually so you might as well be honest about it now. You looked over at Jinu and nodded, a small sigh leaving your lips. 

“Yeah, it’s real. I was part of a k-pop group a few years ago. It was really fun but our group kind of fell apart. We weren’t crazy popular but we had a bit of a fan base.” You explained, thinking back on the memories of performing. You honestly missed it and Jinu could tell from the look on your face.

“You could always try performing again. Maybe doing some solo stuff? Or, even better, you could help the Saja Boys. It seemed like you were really confident with choreo and we could always use some help with that.” Jinu offered softly, giving you a warm smile. 

You returned the smile, thinking about how fun it would be to be able to work with your boyfriend and the other boys. It would also allow you to be able to perform and dance again. 

So that night you talked to Jinu about all the different ideas you had for the Saja Boys and what things you could help them work on. Jinu was just excited to be able to work alongside you. 

[sweeethearts]

professor!robby headcanons

a/n: hiiiiii cuties!!!!!!!!!!! everyone can blame @oldermenfucker’s prof!robby post for sending me into a headcanon spiral about this AU, like no fr im actually infatuated!!! i also hate that school is starting soo soon so this is me coping if you will. also, if you harass me for more i will give it to you!!!!!!!!! OKAY LOVE U GUYS BYEEEEE <3333

taglist: @robbyslittlelamb @beetmaster @myardentheart @silversprings-mp3 @jasreadz @oldmanbunnylover @xxdisappearwithoutatracexx @vystasea

warnings: SMUT THOTS!!! fem!reader, implied age gap (duhhh!!!!), inappropriate workplace behaviour, pet names, robby is actually a gentleman, program/topic of classes not specified (didn’t wanna fuck up writing about med school)

professor!robby who has grey on the sides of his hair, a loose tie, jacket always abandoned halfway through the lecture, button up sleeves rolled up to his forearms. and a man who lacks a certain ring on a certain finger

professor!robby who slips his black round glasses on whenever he shares a quote to the class from the week’s readings. or when you slip him your rough draft during office hours. either way you can’t help but stare the whole time

professor!robby who’s older and bigger and insanely attractive compared to all the loser frat boys on campus

professor!robby who notices you since the first week, despite the fact that you don’t often speak in the large lecture setting

professor!robby who notices when you’re tired, or sick, and stops you after class to offer you an extension on your assignments, even if its a small break

professor!robby who speaks to the class but rests his eyes on you. rather than spending his time caring to memorize the faces of all his students he much prefers the one squirming at the sight of his eye contact

professor!robby who smiles at the amount of opinion you have in your assignments and who’s grateful you keep your most honest thoughts just for him

professor!robby who gives some of his worst lectures without you there, which makes you come to realize he’s not so indifferent about you either

professor!robby who calls you “smart girl” during office hours when you answer his tough questions

professor!robby who realizes the way praise makes you feel and begins to use it against you whenever he can

professor!robby who lets you slack off on certain quizzes since he knows you know the material, and also knows that you hate morning classes so who are you to possibly deny an opportunity to rest?

professor!robby who sees you using any excuse to stay a little longer than you should in the room with him and he smiles the whole time he packs his own things up

professor!robby who leaves with you to calmly walk the halls of campus beside you, asking about your week and actively enjoys making you nervous for being the centre of attention of his curiosity

professor!robby who urges you to not overthink yourself, who compliments your instincts and who wants you to share your work unapologetically

professor!robby who says “attagirl” in front of everyone after you disagree with an obviously wrong perspective he puts on the table during class. and he notices the way your lip gets caught in your teeth and your legs press together and your eyes are suddenly unable to keep them settled on him

professor!robby who lets his hand linger around your chair during the smaller class sizes

professor!robby who asks simple questions he already knows the answers to just as an excuse to hear you talk and he softly whispers to “slow down” when you get flustered because “no rush, sweetheart. im not going anywhere”

professor!robby who starts to use his office hours to take you out of your shell and let you rant about your week to him

professor!robby who leans back in his leather chair and listens to every syllable that leaves your lips because this is the only time his mind shuts off and he can enjoy such a beautiful sight all to himself

professor!robby who now says “come here, sweetheart” instead of “have a seat” behind the closed door of his office

professor!robby who kisses you for the first time while you’re sitting on his desk and he holds your hips to steady you and himself

professor!robby who feels something obscene curl inside of him at the whimper that escapes you at the feeling of his touch. the way your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him flush against your warm body

professor!robby who knows this is wrong “but fuck, baby… you want it too, don’t you?”

professor!robby who looks at you like you hung the stars when “michael” slips out of your lips while looking at his mail when you’re waiting around in his office, watching him finish organizing some things

professor!robby who never rushes you or pressures you. who is slow and careful and makes you feel safe and valued. who makes you feel wanted in every sense of the word

professor!robby who does gently tease you from time to time because he loves the way you try to remark but eventually lack a sense of response with the way his hands are all over you

professor!robby who has you writhing and cumming in his lap from dry humping each other after class

professor!robby who tests how tight you are with his fingers in his office, and he has to put a hand over your mouth to stop you from drawing attention to his room

professor!robby who’s parked in the campus lot waiting for you to finish another class so he can drive you to his place for dinner

professor!robby who stretches you out like you have never experienced before and you love every fucking second of it

professor!robby who softly laughs about the way you walk a little funny the next day and you just smack his arm

professor!robby who always grades you fairly and honestly because his kisses are the sweet treat you get for being good for him

professor!robby who makes himself coffee in just his slacks while you sit on his kitchen counter in your school t-shirt eating fruit he cut up for you

professor!robby who can’t stop teasing you for the way you soak through your panties after every makeout session in his office

professor!robby who keeps you sat on his lap, cockwarming him, while he grades papers at home. his hips rolling slowly while he scribbles notes in his red pen, completely unfazed but hyperaware of the way it makes you feel

professor!robby who quietly whispers “you’re a fucking dream, kid” and all you can do is bring him as close to you as humanly possible

professor!robby who orders you lunch to his office so you can wait for him while he’s in a meeting

professor!robby who tells you to relax as he runs his hands up and down your whining, trembling figure, “i’m not gonna fit if you’re not relaxed, though, huh pretty girl?

professor!robby who tells you to use your words cause you’re smart enough than to babble into his shoulder like a “little slut”

professor!robby who keeps your panties in his suit pocket through the duration of class after your “pre-lecture meeting”

professor!robby who loves fucking you slow while you wear one of his button-up shirts. lets it hang open while he murmurs praise into your neck, “you like being mine like this, sweetness? all soft and full of me? you were made for this, baby. i swear.”

professor!robby who makes you say thank you when you cum because “good girls use their manners”

professor!robby who is the best thing you have the privilege of calling yours. and vice versa.

xoxo, liliana <3 | if you enjoyed reading, join the taglist!

[alwritey-aphrodite]

taking superman requests i see

what about clark kent x sensitive/empathetic reader? maybe he comes home to her sobbing on the couch over a tiktok she’s watching (definitely not based on me seeing someone trying to help a baby fawn with broken legs)

PLEASE please please feel free to ignore this

stupidly sensitive girlies rise up!!!! i changed the reason for the tears slightly (to something i may or may not have cried over on multiple occasions…) - and also that pic has me cackling

pls enjoy this little blurb!!

Clark likes to say that you’re a sensitive soul. You cry at movies more often than not, and sometimes you tear up when you see an especially cute dog while you’re out for a walk. While some may see it as a weakness, Clark thinks it’s one of your greatest strengths and it’s one of the things he loves most about you, although if he was being fully honest, he’d say he loves everything about you no matter what. 

You’ve got a big heart, endlessly so, and you’re empathetic to a fault. In Clark’s opinion, the world could use more people like you.

Even though sometimes your empathy makes Clark slightly, momentarily, terrified.

He’d come home from work, exhausted as all heck, and was greeted with the most beautiful sight: you, curled up on the couch in one of his old high school sweatshirts that he keeps around only because you love them so much. But then, he’d heard a sniffle, a quiet wiping of your eyes, and his heart practically shattered on the spot.

“Is everything okay?” He calls out, quick to shed his shoes and set his briefcase on the coffee table, reaching for you immediately. Your phone is clutched to your chest, and you sniffle again, pressing the heel of your palms into your eyes.

“I’m fine, I promise,” your voice is gritty, thick from the tears, and so your reassurance does little to quell Clark’s panic.

“Are you sure?” He asks, and you laugh, the sound soft and watery. You let your hands fall, looking him in the eyes for the first time since he got home. Even as you smile, your eyes shimmer with tears and are tinged with red, a surefire sign that you’ve been crying for longer than you’d like to admit.

“Really, Clark, I’m just being silly,” you twist your head to plant a kiss on his cheek, once and then twice, for good measure.

“I don’t think you’re silly,” his hands come to hold your shoulders, his broad, warm palms rubbing up and down your upper arms.

“Well, I think I am,” you retort, moving slightly in his hold to grab your phone, “and you’re going to.”

Turning your phone towards him, you press play on the video that had caused all the tears. It’s short, less than twenty seconds, and it features a raccoon. The animal is handed some cotton candy, which it washes in the bowl of water in front of it. The cotton candy disappears, and the creature looks baffled. 

“I can’t watch it again,” you mutter, and Clark can’t help but let out a startled laugh.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” he presses you to his chest, holding you tightly, “I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It just wasn't what I was expecting.”

“He’s a raccoon so he doesn’t understand why the cotton candy goes away,” you explain into the fabric of his shirt, and Clark just presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know,” he squeezes you once before he lets you go, although the two of you don’t go very far, “I’m sure he figures it out eventually.” You just nod, still feeling overdramatic and sad for the raccoon, which makes you feel even more overdramatic. 

“It just makes me upset, that they’re so confused and people just watch and laugh,” you wipe your eyes one last time, “see, I told you it was silly.”

“See, that just means you’re nicer than all those people,” he kisses the tip of your nose before straightening up, affection blooming in his chest when you nod. 

Even when he laughs, even when you know you’re being downright ridiculous, he never turns mean, judgemental. His laughter isn’t cruel, but is instead tinged with pure adoration for you. Yes, you cry over videos of animals, but that’s just proof of your big heart, the heart that Clark has vowed to himself to keep whole and wonderful, just like you.

[satrs]

A/N; BAM ANOTHA BANGA! GUYS! How do we feel abt enemies to lovers with Batman!Sylus and Catwoman!Reader ???? (made catwoman more of a menace than a vigilante oops)

Batman!Sylus who growls your name through gritted teeth every time he chases you across the skyline. He never arrests you. Not once. Even when he corners you, even when you're panting beneath him with cuffs digging into your wrists. He just observes you, trying not to let his eyes drop to your tight catsuit.

Batman!Sylus who pins you against alley walls in the dark nightlife of the N109 Zone, panting against your lips, chest heaving beneath the dark armored suit.

"Now now, look at which kitten gotten to me again. I don't have any treats left for you anymore." But his hand's already sliding down the curve of your hip to the inside of your thigh.

"Really now?", you purr, giving your title justice, slender claws snaking down his torso, teasing the outline of his suspiciously tight trousers, "But I think I found one right here, you big, bad bat."

Batman!Sylus who tells himself every damn time that this is the last time he fucks you. And every time you prove just how good you are at getting him to break his rules and question his morals.

Your heels click against the ledge, balance impeccable even in the wind. The rainy city flickers beneath you, oblivious to the dangerous hunt that's about to start.

"You're late, Bats," you purr, already noticing him, turning slowly. The leather hugs every curve of your body, catsuit damp and clinging from the drizzle, "Come to cuff me again?"

"You broke into another weapons vault." He acuses, changing the topic at hand.

"Hmmm. Did I?" You saunter closer, hips swaying. "Maybeee I just a bad kitty who wants your attention?"

"You shouldn't be here," he rasps, voice low, hesitation and a familiar softness only reserved to you audible.

You just smile, fingers slowly walking up his armored chest, teasing beneath the tactical plating, goosebumps arising all over his skin. "Then leave," raising to your tipy-toes you whisper against his mouth in a sweet purr. "But you won't, will you?"

He catches your wrist when you reach for his belt, but you still notice his fingers twitch around your wrist, trying to keep his mask from falling.

Literally.

"This isn't a game, kitten." His voice is firm, trying his best to ignore his hard cock twitching for help behind his suit, but you're not going easy on him.

You push into his space, chest against his, seductive voice giving him a hard time to focus, free hand clutching at his mask, careful not to harm his handsome face as you pull it off, "Then stop playing."

Oh how he hates how easily you can read him. And he despises how you're peeling back the armor he's built around his entire life. And he hates, most of all, how his cock twitches the second your lips brush his once his face is exposed to you in the dark city lights.

"Last time," he grits, pushing you onto the backseat of his batmobile.

Except, it never is.

Because the moment he's got you on your back, legs spread, fingers digging into your now bare thighs, his and your suit tossed and abolished to the front seats, he's gone. All that restraint, that discipline he flaunts under the mask disintegrates the second his hefty crown slides past your slick folds.

"Fuck," he groans, burying his face into your neck, silver hair giving you a new found reason to hold onto, "Gonna be the death of me."

And maybe you will be.

But right now, he's fucking into you like a madman, downright criminal as his tip punishes your g-spot with harsh, percise knocks, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"You like ruining me, don't you?" he growls, sweat dripping from his sliver brow. "Making me forget who I am, what I'm supposed to be?“

"Isn't that— h-hahhh— the f-fun part?"

You don't ruin Sylus. You make him honest.

And it's scaring him.

Because the Batman doesn't moan like that for anyone else. Doesn't fuck anyone with so much adoration like he does you.

And when he's panting over your body, skin flushed and cock still twitching inside your stuffed pussy, he says it again— a reminder more to himself than anyone else.

"This is the L-last time."

Batman!Sylus who gets soooo pussydrunk he forgets his morals.

You straddle his lap inside on the bed inside his luxurious batcave, still panting from you tracking down his location.

You were supposed to be interrogating him, get some sort of blackmail to use against him out of this. You even found out about his real name— Sylus— for threatening him or moaning it on repeat, you don't know either.

But you forgot what you came for when you spotted him through the window, stepping outside of the shower, hung cock only covered by a ridiciolously short towel.

This could've been your chance. Get him when he's most vunerable, finally get him out of the way for your vigilante life to work.

Instead, he spots you, pulling you in through a hidden mechanism that catches you off guard, trapping you onto his bed, your mask already tossed away as he slowly peels your soaked leather suit halfway down.

"What? Cat caught your tongue?"

You offer him a sarcastic scoff before a whimper escapes you once he fully dresses you down, nose already taking a big fat whiff between your thighs.

"Just one taste, no more fucking," he pants, watching your fingers now spread your folds, your strong hold on his hair guiding his head towards your dripping entrance. "Just one—"

"Just shut up and eat this kitty."

Your legs clamp around his head and a growl breaks in his throat, his hands locking onto your thighs, tongue digging in your walls.

"Fuck, this is—wrong." His words are muffled between your legs, ruby eyes staring you down as your nails dig into his scalp, pussy clenching around the hot, wet muscle.

"Then why are you so deep in it?" you smirk, clenching around him, offering his hair a tug at the roots.

Suddenly, his head hits the headboard with a dull thud, little towel long gone, breath hissing between his teeth as you climb onto his lap, your red lipstick scattered all over his face as you claim his lips for a feverish kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on him.

"Don't—don't do that," he chokes out, even as his fingers flex tighter on your hips, dragging you flush to his base where pre drips from his slit.

You're already sinking down on him, snug around him, " Or what, Sylus? I just can't help it," you whisper into the shell of his ear, biting it just enough to make him hiss. "You're already gone. All that Bat-code bullshit? Not even on your mind anymore."

You rob a stangled moan from him as you bounce up and down his cock, "Only me."

He wants to deny it. Wants to push you off, get dressed, arrest you reclaim the morals and discipline he swore to live by. But when you start grinding in slow circles, dragging that wet, hot cunt along every ridge of his cock—he whines.

"F-fuckkk," he groans, bucking up involuntarily, voice slurring as if he's off the booze, "S'not fair. You're not fucking fair."

You cup his jaw, force him to look at you, eyes half-lidded, lips glossy and smeared with red and parted.

"Neither is that big fucking cock you've been keeping hidden under the suit." you scoff, mocking his flushed face, "What were you gonna do? Scare me into submission with that thing?"

He doesn't answer. He can't. His moral compass is spinning out, drowned by the slick suck of your pussy and the dirty way you're riding him with such vicious intend

Now he's certain— you want to kill him.

You bounce harder, thighs smacking his, and the bed creaks from the motion. His head lolls forward, forehead pressing to your chest, mouth slobbering the red lipstick and his saliva all over your perked nipples while his hips fuck up into you in sloppy and needy thrusts, your mouth hanging slack as he hits your sweet spot.

"I'm supposed to—" he pants, cut off by your walls clenching around him again, keeping him in a headlock. "Supposed to be better than this."

"But you're not," you murmur, biting your lip as your stuffed cunny gushes around him at one particular kiss to your cervix, squelching with every thrust. "You're mine now."

Fuck yeah he is.

So damn pussydrunk he's already imagining a life with you together. Buying you anything you could ever wish for, propose to you with th most extravagant ring, hell, even marry you.

He's letting you ride him in in the comfort of his home while he's supposed to be out there catching bad guys— and bad girls like you.

It's like all his honor has left him. As if he was and had nothing before this.

Just you.

The kitten who happend to get him into this cat and mouse game.

Spoilers— he's not the cat.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[usertoxicyaoi]

and i personally think the reason we're all so obsessed with 2cheng is bc, normally in bls, queer childhood besties turned adult worsties who have had such a Complicated History and have known and stuck to each other like glue for all their lives and cannot let go of one another is soooo very often just used as a plot device to serve a purpose, that then gets forgotten about or shelved away or treated as though it wasn't really That Deep etc. to never get mentioned again.

but revenged love doesnt do that. no no no. see. 2cheng is so important to the fabric of this show. they are woven into almost every interaction, almost every character, almost everything this show is about. they're treated just as importantly as the romances in the show. given time, and space and attention. never once are they dropped or forgotten about or treated like they're not That Important. and revenged love haven't half assed it either. no. they said we either do it right and commit and do it properly and go all the way, or we don't do it at all. they weren't scared of the audience backlash it could face by having 2cheng kiss, or having them both be just as obsessed with the other (rather than making it one sided) or the possibility of it overshadowing the romances. they've given us such an honest representation of 2 queer besties for whom things went sour and toxic and yet they cannot let each other go. soulmates. and it makes everyone involved in their lives feel insecure and second best and doubt and question just WHO and WHAT 2cheng are, even when 2cheng themselves haven't even thought nor talked that deeply about who and what they are. to them, they just. are what they are. there are no proper words or labels that can be used to describe them.

its so rare to find something like that in bl. but when you do find it, no wonder you cling on to it. 2cheng are just. so codependent. so mutually obsessed with each other. they're so queeeer. they are so so queer. they represent suuuuch an important fundamental experience that most queer youth go through. whether thats falling for your best friend, or just messing around with them all the time bc you're both cool with that, or things getting toxic with your best friend, or you just not being able to ever let go bc they were your everything. your soulmate. and i feel like queer people therefore gravitate towards 2cheng on a much more deeper, unhinged level. bc we get it. we get 2cheng. bc at the start, with 2cheng it was just a hunch. a guess. vibes. and then as the show went on, we just. Knew. that there had to be something more with them. and the show rewarded us with the revelation that there was somethng more with them, indeed.

its just one of the few things revenged love has dared to do, and its pulled off. its been embraced and welcomed. its worked SO well. its added SO MUCH richness and depth and an edge and this underlying delicious tension to the storyline, to the show, which was already so messy and chaotic and superb, where every character is just off the wall, manipulative and insane. mmmmm. divine toxic yaoi.

[crowfish-brainrot]

Love & Deepspace Men when You're Sick

I’m the sickest I’ve ever been in my life right now with vertigo of all things. I’m unable to move my head at all without feeling like I’m gonna pass out. Since I can do nothing but lay down and wait for it to get better, but I lack the ability to write on anything sexy rn, here are some headcannons about how I think the LIs would act if you were sick like this & needed them to help you with basically everything. (Shout out to my husband for literally being an angel so pure & gentle that I’ve been thoroughly babied while I wait for this to pass!)

No warnings, just the LaDs being sweeties who want to take care of you.

XAVIER:

He’s low-key freaking out the moment you get sick. You, his strong partner, hit with something that came on out of nowhere, so severely you tell him you think you’re gonna pass out? Yeah. You died in his arms once already, he’s not trying to have that again. He manages to keep his calm but he’s holding onto it by a thread. He won’t be able to sleep until he knows you’ll be okay, and even then he won’t sleep unless he’s touching you and can feel you breathing.

Aside from his initial anxiety, he takes care of everything. Stays home so he can help nurse you back to health. Will use his Stern Dom Voice to make sure you drank your water and took your pills. Keeps all the lights low and encourages you to rest. He’ll make sure he orders your favorite foods, the ones that keep well in case you can’t eat.

Helps you with everything you need him to. He’ll let you lean on him in the shower while he rinses you off, and he’ll put you in one of his hoodies so you feel safe and warm without having to worry about pants. Then it’s time for cuddles and you really can’t stay awake when he’s curled around you like that.

ZAYNE:

The moment you get sick, he’s asking questions. Kind of obnoxious if you’re honest bc the world is spinning but you answer as best you can. He’s carrying you out to his car and taking you in to be examined. He’s not supposed to take care of you, but he’s there, giving the other doctors sharp looks and talking in words you don’t have the brain power to decipher. He stays right at your side, his hands cool and gentle on your aching head.

Once it’s confirmed that you’re gonna be okay, life is just going to suck for you for a few days, he takes you home. Sets you up on the couch with enough water to drown a fish, remotes for your fans, a neck pillow, and your meds all within reach. He will make you do exercises/stretches to help you recover. You might curse at him because they suck, but annoyingly, they do help. He’s so gentle and patient with you, no matter how grumpy you get. He’s making you soups and other comforting meals that are light on your stomach but still filling.

If he can’t be with you personally (which he will try to be!) he will call you to track how much water you drank, if you took your pills, and an update on your symptoms. If he’s there, he’s tracking that even closer!

RAFAYEL:

This poor fish panics. He might think you’re dying, bc human illnesses are strange and weird. You’d expect some dramatics, but he’s stone-cold serious. He’ll take you in to get examined and he’s steady at your side. Doesn’t let go of you. Looks at you like he’s a lost lil guppy because seeing you sick shakes him, but he tries to stay calm for you. Once you’re feeling a little better, he makes lighthearted jokes about how you almost gave him a heart attack.

He will baby you, and he’s not leaving your side. Uses his evol to ease your tight muscles, and he’s extra gentle with you. He’s also coiled around you, and he’ll put on calming nature documentaries or chill, slow-vibe movies. Definitely sweet-talks you into drinking water and taking your meds.

He truly believes water can fix just about anything so he’ll try and get you in the bath. If you’re too dizzy, he will wash you and take care of you. But tbh I also think he’ll try to get you to nap on him in the tub. You aren’t sure why or how it works, but you feel a little better when you wake up.

SYLUS:

This man is nothing if not cool under pressure/stress. He will worry, but you won’t see it. He’s strong, calm, and stable for you. Once he knows you’re okay, you’re just going to feel bad for a few days, he takes you home. His place is often dark and cool anyway, but he dims the lights further and sets you up in his bed with so many pillows. Mephisto is quiet, and stays right by your side if he has to leave the room for any reason.

He makes sure you eat, drink water, and take your meds. If you’re too nauseous for food, he’ll make you a smoothie and you will drink it, because he’s not playing about your health. Since stress can cause these episodes, he tells you that you should probably quit the Hunter’s Association and work for him, because he would never overwork you like that. Also, I think he tries to figure out what has been causing you the most stress recently, and then he tries to fix the problem if he can.

Even if you feel better after a few days, he’s keeping you on bed rest for a full week. No excuses. Doesn’t exactly want you staring at screens/straining your eyes so he probably reads out loud to you. The sound of his voice is so soothing you usually end up falling asleep slouched over him. Not that he minds. He just wants you to be well. I honestly think he’s loving the clinginess bc he loves when you need him. While this isn’t the ideal circumstance, he finds it an honor to be the one who gets to take care of you. You trust him when you’re vulnerable and that means so much to him!

CALEB:

I think he gets episodes of vertigo, too. (He does spend a lot of time in the Deepspace Tunnel & idk, I imagine that can cause these episodes) Not all the time, but common enough that he knows what it is the moment it happens to you. He hates seeing you sick, and even more hates that there’s nothing he can do for you beyond easing your symptoms. So, he does what he can and what he knows helps.

He’s almost as strict as Zayne when it comes to making sure you’re drinking enough water and taking your meds on time. He’s also cooking for you, most likely some soups. Other than that, though, he’s by your side. You are his number one priority, and he won’t leave until you’re better. He puts on comfort movies/shows, keeps the lights down low, and sits on the floor in front of the couch working on his models.

He’s always been your protector, your rock, and this is no different. He will help you with anything you need, without question. I also think when you got dizzy he’d use his evol (or his body) to apply some deep pressure to make you feel more stable as everything spun around. Once you get better, he’s absolutely making sure you’re regularly destressing, drinking plenty of water, & aren’t overworking yourself.

I'm starting to feel better but vertigo is one of the worst things I've ever experienced. I never felt shittier in my life. That said, it's waning now (thank fuck) & I hope to be back to normal soon!

[arminthada]

I'M THE MOST BEAUTIFUL COUNT PILOT + CASTING BACKLASH - AS EXPLAINED BY A THAI WEBTOON NOVEL FAN

Disclaimer: Translations may contain minor inaccuracies, I'm always open to suggestions and corrections. These clips and comments are from April 2024, after the ITMBC pilot was released. I'm just translating these to give international fans more context into the disappointment and heavy backlash webtoon novel fans has against this specific production. After this backlash, Change2561 issued that it will take into consideration the feedbacks given by fans and the end-result is what we are seeing on-air. The extent of constructive criticism Change2561 has accepted and improved upon since the pilot is debatable but this post does NOT wish to elaborate on that matter.

This post is only to give context on how generally disappointed/most Thai webtoon fans initially feel about the casting of Kosol and Chaichet, the comedy direction that Change2561 decided for this adaptation -> a huge reason why Change2561's adaptation of ITMBC is a work currently not being well-received by local BL audience as well as the webtoon assistant writer showing their disappointment in a scathing live reaction thread review of the first episode (allegedly, the author/writing team did get a chance to feedback on the problematic parts of the script but their feedbacks were dismissed by Change2561 - not translating this because this one is a whole other discussion but you can take a look for yourself how bad the situation is between the creator vs change2561).

Transcript of what OP says

Came back there from the clip reacting to the casting of 'I'm The Most Beautiful Khun Of Siam" series. Y'all gotta agree with me the casting of Kosol isn't alright at all. I've already tried to stay quiet on this matter as much as possible because what if in the future they sponsor me to promote this series. But for now, my mouth is really itching to talk about this so please allow me to take off my "influencer" brand for a minute here. There is a very interesting comment that said "Some comments here are so heavy/insulting Give them a chance first." And I'm the person who has read all the comments in that clip. There were just about 300 comments and I read them all. And I feel like no one in there has actually insultingly criticised the actor who played Kosol. To be honest, most of them don't even mention the name of this actor. As for me, I don't find these comments insulting/heavy at all. They're just saying that the features of the character do not match [with the actor], not even saying that he has bad acting or anything like that. What I'm about to say is the actual heavy critcism. Okay, let's start.

So actually, Thai BL novel fans or Thai sao y, that you people so often claim to be brainless, have been hurt so many times before when the adaptations don't match with the source material. This story isn't the first one, because before that there was already Khem Jira Tong Rot (translator note: OP is referring to Spirit Reborn which was a scrapped pilot of Khem Jira handled by another production company, which got so much backlash that they scrapped the entire thing before the rights to KhemJira ended up in DMD with KengNamping) that was already not okay at all. And even before that there was 2Moons and older than that we have Love Sick. Sometimes, in the cast of the BL series there will be issues of not fitting with the look of the characters, or stiff acting, or bad acting... But even then, this group of BL novel fans have given many chances to many actors in many different series, many times already. To the point where the producers [of these BL series] often feel like... "This group of fans is so easy to be satisfied, they just want to see two guys kissing each other." "So we can just put whoever we want to act in these roles." "We can do the selll the koojin (branded pairing) however we want." "We can do whatever we want, because the novel is popular anyways. Either ways fans of the novels will have to watch it anyways." "They are so generous, they will give the actors a chance." So with this series, please allow me to be a little evil. So producers might realise that they can't keep doing this to BL novels anymore. Actually, for the actor playing the role of Kosol, there might be a lot of scripts adapted from BL novels that will suit your character, but it's just not this one.

Why don't we look at it from another angle, that perhaps this actor could have taken the opportunity of another actor who's more suitable for this role. Why don't the producers (translator's note: OP uses the term "camp" which means the production house/company or in this case is Change2561 but for the rest of this translation, I'm just gonna use "the producers" for ease of understanding) give the opportunity to actors who are more fitted for this role, let them play in this role. Or find another story that more suited for this actor instead so that the actor can have an even more breakout performance with that role.

To be honest, the producers are pretty cruel to him. When trying to shove him into a role that when you look at him, you know he's not right for it. This isn't just a [paperback] novel. It is a webtoon novel where you could see the images. You could see the personality, the costumes, the hairstyling and everything. And yet, they still chose someone who's not suitable.

In the past, there are already many cases you can see where if you adapt a novel and you choose actors that don't fit the characters, you're definitely gonna get cursed at. But does the producers know that? They DO but they don't care. They decide to make their own actors take the criticisms from fans of the source material instead. After that, the producers will play victim like "Oh, just open your heart and give these actors a chance."

Here they go again with that "give our actors a chance". Personally for me, if you love your actors, you shouldn't be saying this. Because that [reasoning] line indirectly harms your own actors. It sounds like you're begging for pity, for mercy... like "Yes. We know our children isn't suitable with this character and their acting capability is still limited, cannot get the audience into the story that much. But please give them a chance." "Give them a chance to make money from the BL audience please."

If you wanted to sell this koojin or if you wanted to make a series for this koojin, you could just write a new original script for them, frankly speaking. That would have been much better for him, instead of making him the target of criticism like this. Even when nobody is criticising him, they're all criticising the producers.

Before that, there were already cases of when actors' look may not match with characters but the end result is still good, why? Because they act well. Even if it's not like groundbreaking acting but immersive enough for the audience to feel that hmm if this is someone who plays Kosol, it might be alright because in any case there are still traces of Kosol here and there. But we already have fitting images, a [pilot] teaser that is 6:42 minutes, yet here I still can't feel that this guy is Kosol, to put it basically.

It's exactly the opposite of the guy that plays Woradej. From just 10 seconds of him on that palanquin and I can already tell that bitch (affectionate) is exactly Woradej. From the way that his legs are crossed, the way he waves at his fans, the way he smiles... etc That is exactly Woradej.

And in my previous clip, there's another interesting comment saying that "If we change actors now, it's probably not possible anymore because the two lead actors are already a koojin with each other. It's weird to change them now." My dear, what planet are you from? Changing actors in the midst of production is such a common occurence in lakorn/television/film industry. Good actors are always ready to step away from their comfort zones so that they can show case their acting capabilities. And of course, a good producer is one that should listen to the feedbacks of the majority of fans. You shouldn't do what isn't good and what you could fix, you should fix quickly. Actually the art direction is fine, but the characterisations are really not okay. You didn't even put the double tiger tattoo in there (translator note: Kosol has tiger tattoos on his back which weren't seen in the pilot, I believe he has them in the series now but I haven't seen them clearly).

On more thing is the character of Chaichet. Chaichet is a kid. In the webtoon, he's still a child. But in the pilot, he looks so grown already. The fact that Chaichet is a kid is very essential to the story. Because this kid serves as a puppet ruler, like Thaksin of the Thai people. Whatever is not good, whatever goes wrong they can blame the [puppet] king. Because our king is too young, our young king isn't capable of ruling. It has to be a role like that. But if it's the actor we saw in the pilot, he's way too grown and in that era if you're that grown, people already consider you to be an adult.

And if the production only do well in terms of setting this that but doesn't do well in terms of the characters, I'm also secretly afraid whether Mumu (Kosol's tiger) will end up as just an orange cat. Because no matter how much I love cats, but if you turn a tiger into a cat, I will still curse you out. Mumu is probably even harder to pull off than Kosol because of how to make him as closest to the source material as possible. They could just cut him off completely, or if they do bring in a real tiger that might also be dangerous for the actors. And if they use CGI, then it has to be super smooth and not the kind that's so obviously fake.

Just responding in advance to the people who are gonna comment things like: "If you don't like, then don't watch. Turn it off." Oh, you don't need to challenge us. If there's a black ocean, if the viewer turnout is low, while the novel is so popular, the producers are not gonna blame themselves, they are gonna blame the actors for not having good enough acting, not attracting audience. Next year, if your children don't have a series, then don't blame us.

Hi everyone, this is my third clip on this matter already. When is this gonna end? I keep wondering why Woradej is the only character with a suitable actor. It turns out that the producers didn't have the intention of adapting this webtoon novel. But they want to push this one actor of theirs so they had a team meeting to decide on which hot and popular novel can be used to support this one actor. And someone suggested this popular webtoon that's much discussed by everyone, which might fit with the character of this one actor. That only is enough to explain for me why Woradej is the only character that ended up with the most suitable actor in the role, because they produced this series for Woradej only, for the person who plays Woradej.

Actually, the producers might not even know this webtoon novel that well, it's just that they're given a suggestion of a novel that matches completely with the actor that they would like to push. Let me debate that for a bit, because in a clip that was released, that producer said the role of Woradej is created especially for this actor. I have to admit that this actor can play this role very well. But it cannot just be one actor that plays his role well. The webtoon has its own value, it has its own fanbase. It wasn't created to support another person. It has its own self-values. In a latest update, the webtoon artist has also retweeted a tweet saying that "once an author has sold their own right, then they have no more say [in the adaptation]" because it's like they've already sold their work away. So the only thing a writer can do is write as best as they can and for the rest, you can only pray. If the artist is retweeting things like this, y'all know that the artist themselves is probably not alright with it.

Here are translations for a Thai constructive criticism comment with 2.4K likes under the ITMBC pilot.

1. Have [the producers] thoroughly researched the story's content before thinking about adapting it? The main focus of the story later on is the king, societal satire, and the power struggle for the throne. The scope of the story is huge, possibly on par with or even larger than Buppae Sanniwas (Love Destiny). If you only read the first few chapters, you might think it's a comedy, but if you read and analyze it more deeply, you'll know that it's a serious and satirical story.

2. All the characters influence the story. It’s not like you can pick just any actor or pairing to play in this. Why does Kosol have to be tall, tanned, not conforming to beauty standards, and have a fierce, cruel, villain-like face? Because the character needs to prove himself (translator's note: that you shouldn't judge a person by their appearance). Then there's the theme of same-sex love being scorned, imprisoned, sent to penal servitude, and being hated by society. That's why he has to use fear, absolute power, and a fierce face that makes everyone who looks at him bow their heads in terror.

Prince Chaichet (Kosol's younger brother) is also a very important character. For example, whenever the two brothers argue, Woradej has to step in to mediate between them. Moreover, Chaichet should definitely be younger than [in the pilot] because he has to be a puppet ruler for others and act like an innocent, naive, child king who doesn't know anything. The power struggle in the story is incredibly fierce.

3. From the pilot, it's clear that the producers didn't care about the content or have a thorough analysis of the characters. Every character's action has a reason and its own psychological obstacles, but in here you've changed it as if you didn't put your heart into the project at all.

For those who say, "It's just a pilot, why be so serious?" Don't you think that when you don't put your heart and soul into a work and don't pour your all into a project, it's like you're looking down on the audience, the readers, and disrespecting the artist (author)? Do you know how much the artist invested in this work? Yet you're taking their amazing work and ruining it. As someone who has followed the artist for many years, my heart truly aches for them. I've witnessed their hard work and seen them overcome countless obstacles to get to the day their work shines. But in the end, you came along and ruined their masterpiece.

4. This story has helped international readers appreciate Thai culture and become interested in Thai comics. If you do it well, if you can turn it into a big project, it could be a true soft power project. Therefore, you need to cast capable actors, and the storyline, script, and costumes all require dedication and meticulousness.

5. This story doesn't focus on the male characters' love to that extent. It's actually a political story where the protagonist is gay and wants to be accepted by others. It's not suitable to become a business investment to sell a koojin. It demands quality. But judging from the pilot, it's as if a little person is trying to do a gigantic, overwhelming task.

In short, if you can't do it, if you can't achieve the things mentioned above, then I advise you not to continue, because it will hurt both the readers and the artist (author). But if you can make adjustments and pay more attention to the script, analyzing the characters more thoroughly than this, there's still a chance. (However, if you want to focus on the koojin and promote your actors, I'd recommend you find another script. It's not that the actors are bad—they're very good—but they just aren't suitable for this content.)

This is my opinion, as a fan of this novel webtoon and as a fan of the artist.

MORE CRITICISMS UNDER CUT WITH HUGE !!!!!! SPOILERS !!!!!!!! OF THE STORY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Some other constructive criticism points made by Thai fans also under the comments

1. Banjong only sees Woradej as a friend, and is even the person who will eventually kill Woradej.

2. Woradej's servant has no romantic feelings for his master, but why are the producers are trying to force this relationship.

3. The scene with Chaichet made me so furious. Chaichet would never push Woradej into a situation to die like that. Why did you create this scene? Besides, he's just a child of about 10 years old, so why are you making it seem like he's part of Woradej's harem? Is this why you chose an older actor for this role? To sell the story of a protagonist male lead with his harem?

4. (Still on the point of the characterisation of Kosol)

The most infuriating thing here is [the producers] trying to turn all four of these people into Woradej's harem, when three out of four are not gay and have no romantic relationship with Woradej at all. I want the producers to know that it's not just Thai readers complaining and criticizing, but fans of the webtoon in China and Indonesia are also complaining a lot. I'll give credit to the producers for casting the main character Woradej very well, but even so, one person can't carry the whole series.

source: 1, 2, both clips are compiled and vietsub by LBXRCST, critiqueing comments under the ITMBC Pilot also compiled by LBXRCST

final personal note: i'm also currently watching the series and i'm enjoying it for what it is but i also think it's equally important for international fans to understand why many thai webtoon novel fans wouldn't (not to generalise because thai fans are not a monolith and surely there are thai viewers who are currently enjoying this series) watch this series and clear up some kind of rumors going around that people are boycotting this series because it has a femme mc?

[towasdandelion]

Hi! Weird request, but I was curious what would happen with each ghoul if you text them that you missed your period, would they freak out, would they be super sweet about it? I love whichever ghoul I'm currently reading about but really love Yuri, jiro, Lyca, towa, Ren, and Subaru if I had to choose!

Okaaaay that's an interesting one for sure (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠) I wasn't sure how I did with this to be honest as I don't think potential pregnancy is not something to be taken lightly. But I tried my best! I hope you like it (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

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For the purpose of this prompt, let's say this situation takes place a few years into the future.

Like every morning, you and your beloved were having breakfast together. "This time I'll tell him" you think to yourself as you finish your coffee. You clear your throat to gain his attention, saying there's something you'd like to talk about. But just when you're about to elaborate, his phone rings, urging him to come to work immediately. With a small smile you reassure him it's okay, saying you'll talk later. But it looks like his curiosity got the best of him - he texts you during his lunch break. Well, now's your chance!

Yuri is a mix of panic with some professionalism on the side. As he's on his way home to you he's starting to analyze. How could something like that escape his attention? He is your personal doctor after all. Do remind him you're not just one of his patients but also a life partner and he'll snap out of it. So how does he actually feel about the potential pregnancy? Excited, but also very nervous and won't be able to keep his cool until he knows the result. Even if you weren't planning it he would actually be happy if you're actually pregnant.

Nothing escapes Jiro's keen eyes! He had his suspicions already but didn't want to alarm you right away so he decided to just observe. That was until you brought it up yourself. If you do ask him how exactly he knew then be ready for an elaborte answer. He'll speak bluntly about how he had a feeling this might happen the last time he was filling you up and - oh, you're embarassed now? How cute. You can see a hint of smirk on his lips which then melts into a small smile once you leave his side to take the tests. He hopes they come out positive.

Ren should have expected this after last time you two nearly broke the bed... but later on he managed to forget about that "incident", causing for blood to drain from his face when you inform him your period didn't come. Shit, what is he supposed to do? Of course he's going to rush back home to you, but what then? Shit shit shit. He really needs to calm down. The last thing he needs is making you think he's too scared or unwilling to face it. And that is not the truth. He'll get a whole bunch of tests, asking you to do them once you feel ready. Only when you disappear into the bathroom will he pace around nervously. Secretly proud of himself if it does turn out you're pregnant.

Towa is so 100% ready for this. He's giddy and excited the moment you "announce" the absence of your period. You two are having a cute little Dandelion? He can't help but let his imagination run wild as he makes his way back to you. He might get a bit ahead of himself but that's just because he's excited! Quick Dandelion, take the tests already! If you're nervous, you can expect him to tell you all kinds of sweet love stories from outside the bathroom. He's impatient, but he understands how you might be feeling right now. Your well being matters the most.

Subaru is so overwhelmed after your announcement that he could faint! And he actually does... I guess he got a little too excited by the possibility of him becoming a father. Will scold Haku for not covering for him while apologizing to you for his "embarrassing reaction" and making you worry. Very calm once he collects himself but admitting that having a baby is something he yearns for won't come easy to him. It's almost funny really, how he's still all polite and trying not to be imposing even though you've been together for a few years now. Reassures you that no matter what happens, he's never been happier in his life than right now, living his life with you by his side.

Lyca is so taken aback his brain has a hard time processing it. What do you mean your period is gone? He's scared just for a moment, ready to take full "blame" for it! (poor baby) His fear then turns into a wholesome panic. He needs to be by your side right this instant! Is there anything you need, are you alright? He wants to make sure you're okay. Do make sure to call him down a little when he almost breaks the door upon entering your house and urging you to take the tests. He'll wait impatiently and whatever happens, he will be by your side to support you.

[craftclass]

@kingdonmicrofic august 6th, lemonade. word count: 497 warnings: age gap and mature content ahead

Frank Langdon has had a lot of sex.

There was the architect. Tall and scruffy with beautiful hands. He was thorough, like he understood the scaffolding of Frank’s body. Frank let him take the lead - he had always wanted to know what it felt like to be handled. 

There was the marathon runner, big eyes and long limbs and no personality. She didn’t moan at all during sex, not even when she came. She just looked at him a bit vacantly and it gave him the creeps.

There was a guy at the bar who had looked like a shorter, buffer version of himself. That one was basically an experiment, just to see what it would be like (verdict: not great).

He had a thing with a woman who worked as a funeral director. He was expecting her to be quiet, but she honest-to-god screamed when she came and it made him laugh.

It felt like he was window shopping, kind of. Like he was trying all these people on. Frank could be with anyone, as long as he came home to Abby. That was the whole deal - that was what they had agreed on. 

And then summer rolled around, and so did Mel. 

She walked through his cul-de-sac every other afternoon, pushing a little rolling cart filled with frozen lemonade, homemade and sweet. 

He felt a little guilty about this crush in particular. She was a college kid, just trying to make some extra cash over the summer. She wore baggy t-shirts and short cutoffs, her hair in two long braids. Abby had given him a look the first time she noticed him watching her, like careful with that one. 

Mel didn’t pick up on his flirting at first. 

He asked a lot of questions - about her lemonade flavors, her family, what she was studying in school. He could tell she was smart and he told her so, which gave her a pretty little blush.

And when it did happen (because of course it happened), it was on a Sunday afternoon when his family was at church. The sky was a cloudless blue, and he pulled her into his kitchen for a break from the sun. Her hands were cold and sticky. She giggled when he kissed her neck and said, “Sorry, it tickles.”

She bit down hard on his lip during the third or fourth kiss and that's when it went from silly to serious, out of fucking nowhere. She sat on his kitchen counter and he pressed himself against her, one hand fisted around a braid and the other gripping one of her thighs. She put her hand down the front of his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his cock, frozen lemonade still melting on her palm. 

He shivered through the whole thing. 

When he told Abby about it later, she rolled her eyes and asked, “Well, was it fun?” 

Frank felt like he had to lie a little and say, “Yeah. It was just some fun.”

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the start of the end - John Price x 141!Reader (Ghoap Cheater!AU)

Hey guys! Here's the first chapter of the concept I mentioned before about reader being cheated on by Simon and Johnny with the new secretary on base, so then reader goes and fucks Price---as always, if you want to read it on here then it's under the cut, but if you want to read it on Ao3 here is the link. Also let me know if y'all want me to start a tag list for this fic as well, I know one person asked to be tagged already. One more thing I wanted to go ahead and clear up just in case: there is nothing wrong with being soft or more feminine (I am very feminine myself), and I stand firmly in the category of- "blame the person who cheated not the person they cheated with (who may not have even known)" -HOWEVER reader is in a very bad headspace for a while in this fic, so they're basically attacking everything about the secretary that they can rather than blaming Simon and Johnny for cheating in the first place...which means that reader is criticizing a lot of things about the secretary that are seen as more "soft" and "feminine." This isn't indicative of my personal views, this is just me writing reader as someone going through an emotional hell and lashing out at whatever they can, while still trying to hang onto the last shreds of the relationship they've had for years---which is a flawed but very human reaction to have. I like writing complicated characters and people who make mistakes and people who are fucked up, if that bothers you then you probably shouldn't read my stuff lmao

Chapter One || The Start - 2.1k words

TW - Cheating (duh), toxic relationship stuff, afore mentioned personal attacks on secretary

You tried to ignore it at first. 

To be completely honest, you thought you were just going crazy. Being paranoid. You’d been dating both Simon and Johnny for three—almost four—years now but the “honeymoon phase” had never seemed to dwindle, so of course it was only natural that the irrational jealousy that kindled in your chest every time their attention got caught by someone other than you never seemed to dwindle either. Because that’s what it was: irrational. 

You’d been the last to enter the relationship—Johnny and Simon having dated each other for a while, long before you ever came around—and so you’d always had an underlying fear, an insecurity, that you didn’t really mean all that much to them. That while the foundation of their relationship was solid steel, forged in years of battle and blood and quiet moments after the storm, your relationship with them was built on little more than brittle wood. Easily broken, easily burnt out, easily cast aside. But that, too, was just paranoia, because Simon and Johnny would never. 

They wouldn’t. 

They loved you.

…

Her name was Penelope, you found out, but everyone called her “Penny” for short. Like a “lucky Penny,” you’d heard some of the guys on base say over drinks, singing her praises and fawning over her like she was fucking Princess Diana. Lucky Penny that seemed to catch both of your boyfriends’ attentions as soon as she transferred. She got a secretary position, apparently—working for one admiral or another, making sure that everyone’s files were organized and up-to-date, making sure everything went through the correct channels, making sure that nothing was ever out of place. 

She was sweet, bubbly, talkative—she had a compliment for everyone, bright eyes that never dulled, and a smile that lit up every room she walked into. Her skin was probably soft—her hair too—and you’d bet good money that she didn’t have a single scar on her body. You’d bet that she never woke up screaming in the middle of the night, half-paralyzed by the fear of missions gone wrong and weeks held hostage and far far too much blood on her hands. No, not pretty lucky Penny—because she was perfect. 

She was nothing like you…

…maybe that was the allure. 

Johnny was the first to start chatting her up, he was always the most social of your trio—always joking, always laughing, always looking to make new friends. That’s what it was, you told yourself, he was just making a new friend. Even when he stood close enough to her that all it would take was a nudge for them to be kissing, even when he started bringing her coffee every morning when they were both on base, even when he started going to her first after every mission, even when you heard him call her those sweet pet names he usually only reserved for you, even when you saw him brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with that dopey lovestruck look on his face. It was all just friendly, even if he never seemed to do those things with any of his other friends, even if he stopped doing those things for you. He was allowed to have friends, you told yourself—you weren’t one of those crazy people that threw a fit because their partner had friends they might be attracted to, you refused to be. So you let it slide.

Simon followed soon after, much to your dismay. He’d always been the least social of all of you, always preferring yours and Johnny’s company to anyone else’s, outright avoiding anyone that wasn’t on your team unless it was for an op. Even if you lost Johnny, you always thought that you’d at least still have Simon by your side, if only because he hated meeting new people. Except lucky Penny seemed to be an exception to that rule. Apparently there was just something about her that was so captivating that he was willing to ignore his own discomfort just to be around her. Simon was more discreet than Johnny—subtlety was never Johnny’s strong suit, even before all of this—but the signs were still there, imperceptible to everyone else but glaringly obvious to you. Like when he started joining Johnny in the mornings when he brought her coffee, when he started doing favors for Price and Gaz just so he had an excuse to swing by her desk, when he started looking for her in every room he walked into, when he started letting her touch him, when he started visiting her right before your missions, when you saw her kiss his cheek—so coy, so innocent, so fucking sweet—and he just let her. 

You thought you could ignore all of that as well, that if you just closed your eyes and plugged your ears to all the warning signs, if you kept telling yourself that you were just being paranoid and never called them on their shit, if you just kept feeding into the delusional fantasy that they weren’t clearly falling for someone else right in front of you…then you could keep them. Because pretty lucky Penny could flirt all she wanted, but it was still you that they came home to at the end of the night, it was still you that they invited into their bed, it was still you that they loved, it was you that they kept around. Eventually their interest in her would tucker out and she would be just another phase for them and you’d get them back, you knew it…you just had to be patient. Faithful. You just had to trust them. It would all be over soon. 

… 

Except it wasn’t. 

Except it got worse. 

One night you and Johnny were watching a movie, Simon had been busy with some paperwork so he hadn’t been able to join you. He’d been so busy, in fact, that when you texted him every now and then—making sure he was alright, asking him if he wanted you to come back and help, asking if he wanted you to bring him any food or tea or an energy drink—all you got was one word answers, two words if you were lucky, and his responses always came nearly half an hour after yours. Yes. No. Not hungry. 

After a while, you’d decided to just stop texting him, worried that you were being overbearing or annoying. But then you got a look at Johnny’s phone and saw him texting in a group chat, his smile bright and cheery, with two other people in it…Simon and Penny. And boy, was Simon a lot more chatty whenever one of Penny’s texts popped up, firing back two or three sentence replies in rapid time. You weren’t in that group chat, you didn’t even know that the two of them had her number, neither of them had told you about it. From what you could tell, they were all making plans to go out and get drinks together.

It was fine, though. 

It was also fine when she started joining your dinners together, just fucking peachy. After all, it wasn’t like it was a rule or anything that dinners were reserved for you three to have some time to yourselves—I mean, you thought it was more of an unspoken rule and also just plain common sense not to bother the people clearly secluded from everyone else for a reason, but apparently not. Just like it apparently wasn’t common sense for her to not start fucking groping and flirting with your boyfriends right in front of you but hey, who could fault pretty perfect Penny for being a bit ditzy, right? 

I mean it was probably just too much work for her to be beautiful and smart, because why do that when everyone seemed to eat out of her fucking hand no matter what she did.  Your boyfriends certainly didn’t seem to mind it, Simon acting like he didn’t notice her hand resting casually on his upper thigh—giving him a squeeze every now and then—and Johnny was fucking grinning, making suggestive jokes and egging her on as she touched almost every part of him but his cock. They didn’t even seem to notice you silently fuming on the other side of the table, gripping the table so hard that you were certain it would’ve cracked if it were made of anything other than steel. 

And fuck, were you just thrilled, when she started showing up to your movie nights—always coincidentally showing up right before you so she could settle into your spot between the two of them, already snuggled into one of their sides in the most revealing fucking pajamas you’d ever seen. The kind that dipped down between her breasts and just barely covered her ass, all silk and lace and pretty pink chiffon, and you could tell that she was wearing some kind of makeup too—just some lip gloss, blush, and mascara but it was still enough to set you off. Simon at least had the decency to pretend that he wasn’t staring at her tits, stealing quick glances every now and then when he thought you weren’t looking, but Johnny threw out all fucking pretense, he probably couldn’t tell you a damn thing about the movie he picked out because he was too fucking preoccupied with studying every dip and curve she possessed. He was practically drooling. 

But you gritted your teeth and clenched your shaking hands and said nothing, because you weren’t going to be the crazy bitch that went ballistic on their partners because they were imagining things—even though you knew, you knew, that you weren’t just being paranoid now, you fucking knew it. But still, you didn’t say anything that night…or the next…or the next. After a while, you got so sick of watching them eye-fuck each other right in front of you that you started leaving movie nights early, before you eventually stopped coming to them all together. Then you stopped showing up to your dinners together…then you stopped joining them at the bars…you stopped checking in on them as often, your texts became less frequent and shorter, you started sleeping in your own bed instead of one of theirs. 

You distanced yourself. 

And they didn’t even seem to notice. 

Nothing seemed to change in their lives, now that your presence was limited solely to ops, team get-togethers, a few run-ins every week, and the occasional bland text. They never asked what was wrong, they never brought up your absence, they made no effort to try and win back your affections…they did absolutely nothing. Well, that was a lie, they didn’t do absolutely nothing…they seemed to replace your presence with Penny’s. Now she was the one having movie nights with them, now she was the one having private dinners with them late at night, now she was the one they invited out to the bars, now she was the one they checked in on 24/7, now she was the one they kept fucking following around like a pair of lost puppies. 

It drove you insane. You felt hopeless, helpless—unable to change what felt like the inevitable. For weeks you alternated between fantasizing about murdering one, two, or all three of them and sobbing into your pillow, fighting the urge to find them and beg them to tell you what changed between the three of you, what would make them love you again, what did she have that you didn’t. What was so wrong with you that they’d do this to you? That they’d treat you like this? You wanted to know, desperately, what it was so you could fix it and things could go back to the way they were. You wanted them back. 

…you hadn’t lost them, though. They never broke up with you, not officially. They never sat you down and told you everything was over, they never gave you a call and said that they wanted to split up, they never sent you a text ending things—they hadn’t done any of that. So maybe they were spending all their time with pretty perfect Penny, but they were still yours. She couldn’t change that, only they could and they hadn’t, which had to mean something—right? That’s what you told yourself, clinging to that one technicality, that last shred of hope. You could still fix everything, you could still get them back, you could still make them love you again. You just had to be patient. Faithful. You just had to trust them.

It would all be fine. 

It would, you’d see. 

…

(It had to)

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[loveroffemmes]

U loved your last Natalie fic!!! Can you make another one based off of lay all your love on me by ABBA

Lay All Your Love on Me | Pre-Crash Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

summary: one-shot where natalie is jealous and obsessed and in love because no one has ever made her feel the way you do.

It was a short conversation, one made when Natalie had stepped out to smoke and I stepped out for a breath of fresh air. It was a forgettable conversation had over a shared cigarette, but that didn’t stop Natalie’s heart from feeling like it was about to beat out of her chest. It didn’t stop the heat that rose to her ears or the shakiness of her hand as she passed her cigarette to me. 

“Fun party.” Natalie spoke, bringing the cigarette to her mouth and taking another drag of it. 

I laughed, “I can never tell if you’re being sarcastic or serious.”

Natalie shrugs, “Maybe it’s a little bit of both.” Natalie lifts her cigarette to my lips before continuing to speak, “Do you smoke?” She asked, “Take a drag.” She said, not waiting for my answer. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Natalie offering it to me, but I let her bring the cigarette to my lips. I breathed in and Natalie pulled the cigarette away and I breathed out the smoke. 

Natalie smiled, bringing the cigarette to her lips once again. When she was done, her tongue poked out from between her lips, slowly moving over her own bottom lip. She convinced herself she could taste my lips on her cigarette and therefore on her own lips. 

“Do you usually go to house parties?” 

Natalie shrugged, “Only if the Yellowjackets make me. I’m not really into…” Natalie gestured past the glass door of the balcony where the loud music and drunk parties were, “...all that.” 

“You didn’t seem the type.” 

“What about you? I’ve seen you a few times at these things.” 

“I guess I go out a bit, it’s pretty fun. I get to listen to shitty club music and drink someone else’s alcohol while dancing with my friends – it’s fun.” Natalie nodded and I continued, “It also helps that there’s always the potential for me to kiss someone.” 

I heard Natalie audibly swallow and she turned to face me, leaning her hip against the railing of the balcony, “To kiss someone?” 

“It is a party.” 

Natalie’s eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips, but she didn’t move. She didn’t want me to know just how bad she wanted this. I don’t know which one of us leaned in first, but there we were; kissing. Natalie's lips brushed against mine twice, as though she were trying to memorize the exact feel of my lips. Her breathing was uneven, I could feel it against my lips. Natalie’s lips pressed against mine, it was gentle, but there was an obvious hunger there. Her lips parted just slightly, sucking in my bottom lip because she wanted to taste me.

“You’re addicting.” Natalie mumbled against my lips, her face turning red from her own corny, honest line. Natalie could have sworn that this kiss was better than any buzz she had gotten, that it was far more addictive than any cigarette or any substance had ever felt and she felt crazy for even thinking that. She had been with plenty of people before; felt more than just someone’s lips on her own, so why did this feel so different? Why did it feel better?

It was after that kiss, that Natalie started to attend every party. She wanted me. She wanted to see me. 

God, why did she feel such ownership over a girl she met once? 

I was dancing with some random girl when Natalie grabbed my wrist, pulling me aside, “What are you doing, Natalie?” 

Natalie’s mouth opened, but no words came out. There was no explanation for why she was dragging a girl who she had kissed once away, but she couldn’t bear to see another girl’s eyes on me, much less her hands touching my hips where Natalie’s had. 

“Natalie?” I questioned once more and Natalie stared at me, her mouth agape and her eyes widened as though she were surprised by even her own actions. Natalie’s hand remained firmly planted on my wrist and it took her a minute to fully comprehend what she was doing. She looked at my wrist and back at my face before pulling me into the nearest empty room with her, “Natalie, what are you doi–”

“I know we kissed once and it was maybe a drunk, stupid thing for you, but…” Natalie paused, feeling crazy for how strongly she felt for me despite barely knowing me, “Fuck, I want you. I can’t stop thinking about your lips, about your stupid smile, about the dazed look in your eyes after we kissed, or your stupid jokes or…” Natalie didn’t wait for a response, her lips meeting mine in a desperate plea of want. I think the kiss would have been rougher had Natalie not been smiling through it the entire time.

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[slytherinshua]

　　❛ IMPROVISE ❜　𓋰　박성호

❪ 今日だけ ❫　　fluff est. rs　sungho x f!reader　715　cw ノ crying (in a good way), super fluffy and cute and i'm feeling very single, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　slytherinshua bonedo comeback who cheered 🦅🦅🦅 it's been *checks notes* exactly a year since i last wrote for bnd (2024/08/04)..... IM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG WTH IS WRONG W ME???　/ 　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Sungho has been lying to you for the past five months, and he feels awful about it. But it's for a good purpose—that's what he keeps reminding himself, even when his heart sinks to his stomach every time you come close to finding out his secret. To be honest, it's barely a secret anymore. The ring box (stored safely in one of his socks) is something you are already 99% sure is in his possession. Getting married was something you had already talked about for months.

Sungho knows you want to be surprised with the proposal, though. It's one of your dreams, and he's determined to make it happen. And with lying being the key to a successful surprise, he has no choice but to follow through with it. He's barely ever lied to you before, and it feels wrong on many levels. He's never been a particularly good liar, either, but he still does his best.

He thinks you don't have any suspicion about his plans tonight. It's been so long since you've been on a date like this, and it's so nice that Sungho almost forgets about the nerves in his stomach or the ring in his pocket that feels extremely heavy. You've been smiling brighter than Sungho has seen in months, and it makes him feel so warm inside. He's never been more sure that you're the one for him.

The lantern festival is starting soon. You've always wanted to see one ever since you saw Tangled when you were a kid. Sungho decided it would be the perfect spot to propose almost two years ago, and as he looks at all the golden lights floating in the sky, he's more than satisfied with his decision.

You've been walking for a few minutes now, far away from the crowd of people watching the lanterns, but still with a great view of them. You've somehow come to the topic of which of his shirts are your favourite to steal when Sungho feels like he can't hide the ring in his pocket a second longer. Without a second thought he takes a breath, grabs your hand, gets down on one knee, and pulls out the box.

You can't lie, you've been anticipating that he would propose soon. He keeps denying any plans of it whenever you bring it up, but your boyfriend has never been the best at lying, so you've had your suspicions. You've thought about this moment a million times; and were decidedly against crying.

So much for that now. You already feel them building on your waterline before he's even opened his mouth.

All the love and memories of the past four years spent with him flood your brain as soon as you make eye contact. He's feeling it too—you see him gulp like he's trying to conjure the words he's probably practiced a million times.

He lets out an awkward laugh. "I swear I wrote a whole speech, but now I can barely remember any of it." You laugh too, squeeze his hand a bit, and let the first tear slip down your cheek. He finds his words after a moment. You can tell these ones are unrehearsed, just his true thoughts and feelings in the moment—raw, emotional, vulnerable.

He's doing a better job at holding back his tears than you are, half a second away from ugly-crying. But it really is his fault for planning the most perfect proposal. You don't mind how he stutters over his words; you like it better improvised. And you certainly don't mind when he fumbles a bit taking the ring out of the box because his hands are shaking slightly. You can barely even get your voice to say yes through your choked up tears, so you nod profusely instead. Thankfully, it's more than enough.

He slips the ring on. It's more than you could have ever imagined. You can tell he took a long time choosing it, and it makes you want to start crying again. He pulls you into him before you have a chance to get even more overwhelmed. You sink into the moment—into the feeling of his lips—floating through the reality that he's just promised to be yours for the rest of your life.

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[pearldolls]

LOVER ✮ SHOTO TODOROKI

"If I fall, I'm just fallin' for you"

High school sweetheart! Shoto grew up never expecting to fall in love—he figured the most freedom he'd ever have was his time at UA, where his father couldn't just watch his every move like a little hawk.

He was right about freedom at UA, at least, but never falling in love? Wrong, dead wrong—beyond dead wrong. He couldn't find the words to explain how it felt to find himself falling in love with one of his classmates.

Like this part of himself he never knew before was alive and thriving—while he's definitely awkward at the beginning of everything, and the flirting goes sideways more often than not, you find it endearing.

He's a man of few words, so he's clear and straight to the point with it. He's 100% honest if you ask him if he's attracted to you, saying that yes, he indeed is.

Bam. Locked in.

Every time he notices small details about you, it's like he'll fall in love all over again.

Even years later, once you're both pro heroes and spending all your time saving the city, you and he make time for each other—at least two hours a day.

Either getting lunch together during the day or working together in the field—which helps keep your sections cleared more than you'd think—both of you making sure to keep close eyes on everything around, because if the other got hurt because you weren't paying attention? The guilt would eat you both alive.

Greeting each other with either a peck on the lips or him kissing you on the forehead.

At home, once you can both just melt into a puddle of love on the couch or in bed, it's quiet & calm—both of you make sure of it.

Your days off are spent half-dressed, laughing around your apartment, and focused entirely on each other and close friends, letting other heroes take over so the two of you can just breathe.

To have Shoto as a high school sweetheart is to have a level of intimacy rarely seen—the type that people have long accepted was merely given to those with high luck.

You're the freedom he never thought he'd receive, and he's made sure to spend every moment since the age of sixteen loving you the way it's only perceived in love songs—falling in love with him is everything.

[teaguehq]

I'm laughing at badass bush, and honestly, that's the spirit for a role like that, or any, if we're honest! I think as long as your kids know they're loved, and I have no doubts that you remind them every day, that's what matters most. It's always great you have a support system yourself, because yeah, I couldn't imagine raising children by myself, so I have to give you all the credit for that. That's a creative way of making someone a ghost, just dump flour on them! I rather like her mind too, and she must be a lot of fun coming up with costumes for Halloween. Not the sad eyes! I'd be getting the ape arms then, because no way I could resist the sad eyes in any form. Are you getting your kids started on any instruments, especially when you're like me and grew up playing them? Same with me, I feel like I'd have been into more nonsense if not for both laying instruments and acting, so good on my parents for keeping me busy, too. I don't know, I bet a lot of people find you attractive, more so than you think! And exactly, my boyfriend has good taste, so I suppose I'll have to trust him on it. You have to balance out your own time with the time you spend with your kids, so I'm glad you have friends who will help you out when you need it. Well, my mom worries about the neighbors despite that we live in sort of a crazy state in the first place. Let's face it, Florida's the butt of a lot of jokes, so I don't think my running around with ape arms would make the news as much as some other things. Thankfully I've wrapped up filming and have been traveling around with Joseph since he's had so much press. But Calgary was a lot of fun, and I can't complain about the time there! Canada in general is a beautiful place, isn't it? Metallica is an amazing bond, and you should definitely see them in concert if you haven't already! It's certainly one of our fun early memories. I'll bet your kids had an amazing time dressing up in Salem, plus you can't go wrong with cute dinosaur costumes either! And we had a great time, thankfully! The two of us spent the holidays in New York, which was nice, especially for all the New Year's festivities too! How about you, did you end up spending them with your kids? | @dylrhodes

you're right about that -- because sometimes we need to be checked, right? i don't blame you for wanting to take any role to work with andy, and i think you'd make a very good tree! plus, i like the way you think, and the ents in lord of the rings were so badass too. hopefully, if i'm a bush, i'm a badass bush. i'll admit that it was hard to hear, but i knew that no matter what i was going to do what was right by my kids, even if that meant they'd be stuck with me and me only. which, i think they enjoy being stuck with me -- and i love them more than anything in the world, and that makes everything right in my book. but i'm also very lucky to have a village behind me, i couldn't imagine doing this without my family and friends, they're my rocks. well, the reason my boy was covered in flour was my little girl was trying to make him a ghost. which you got to love her mind, right? i feel like they'd be so in awe of your ape arms, and then they'd be begging you with their sad little eyes to use your ape arms, just warning you. yeah? oh, well, i love music a whole lot, and i can't help but want my kids to love music too, you know? plus, i love the idea of them playing as many instruments as i do, if not more. see, i grew up playing a lot of instruments as well, and i know my mom was forever thankful i spent so much time on piano lessons and then being out on the streets causing trouble. same with my drum lessons too! hey, i'm always one to boost someone's confidence, i know it always makes me happy when someone does that for me! plus, i can understand what you're saying because i don't think i'm all that traditionally attractive either. and hey, if your boyfriend thinks that you are, that's what matters most, right? oh exactly, i'm so thankful for my friends that have kids -- because they understand the need for adult time sometimes, especially when you spend most of your days doing kid things. that very much counts as something, and i think it's just natural for moms to be horrified what the neighbors are going to think, right? oh that's awesome, dude! i love true crime stuff, so i'll be looking forward to when that comes out. and i hope you're still having fun in calgary if you're there. i got to film in canada a couple of times myself, and i really loved it there. don't mind me being jealous that you got to see metallica, i'm a huge fan of their work! plus, it's sweet that you went with your now boyfriend, and i would say the concert went amazing if he became your boyfriend after it! the kids had so much fun on the salem trip, they were all about the witches! and they did get to dress up, we found the cutest dinosaur costumes, and they were such a hit. hopefully, you ended up having a good time while you were in salem? and i hope you end up having a good holiday as well, dude. do you have any plans for it? || @teaguehq

[prettystylinson]

Trying to figure out if a kissing selfie in a PR relationship is real or totally staged? There are a few signs that can help—some obvious, some a bit more subtle. Here’s a quick rundown of what to look out for when judging the vibes.

Timing and Context

• Sudden drop after months of silence? If a couple rarely posts each other but suddenly drops a kissing selfie—especially right before or after a major press moment (album drop, tour, controversy)—that can be a red flag.

Louis literally just confirmed LT3 is finished. On top of that, his Discord server's been opened to the public—right as it’s turning into a breeding ground for controversy aimed at him and his team.

• Is it damage control? Sometimes these photos follow bad press or major events to distract or redirect headlines.

Sure, the Larry reel like might’ve happened a while ago, but it made serious noise—and this could easily still be damage control. PR doesn’t always move in real time; sometimes it waits for the dust to settle, then quietly redirects the narrative.

• Coincides with article drops? If media outlets publish writeups suspiciously fast after the post goes live (like within 5–15 minutes), it may have been pre-coordinated with publicists.

Body Language

• Do they actually look into each other? Real affection tends to look soft, relaxed. One person isn’t stiff, lips aren’t barely touching, and it’s not angled like they’re trying to showcase the kiss more than feel it.

Zara’s literally kissing his chin. Her top lip barely brushes his bottom lip—it’s giving more “posed for optics” than “caught in the moment.” And Louis? His arm’s so awkwardly stretched out to “take the photo” it honestly looks like someone else snapped it, and he’s just holding his arm up for show. I dare say the papped Costa Rica kiss pics on that couch looked more natural than this selfie.

• Does it feel awkward or staged? PR couples often take kissing selfies that are just off—either too performative or oddly posed, almost like a promo shot.

• Who’s more into it? If one person is going in fully and the other is pulling away, disconnected, or just… there? That imbalance can feel inauthentic.

Who Posted It and Why

• Whose account is it on? If it’s always the same person posting (usually the one benefitting more from the exposure), that says something.

It’s on Zara’s account—no surprise there. Louis has been “over social media” for a bit, and while he’s been a bit more active on Instagram lately, this kind of post was never going to come from him. And let’s be honest, she gains a lot more from the exposure. Despite Louis being the bigger name, Zara’s still doing damage control after the backlash from her Love Island run and the whole cheating-on-Sam situation. A kissing selfie with a well-loved celeb? That’s PR gold—for her.

• Does the caption match the intimacy? Oversharing with a cold or vague caption (or no caption at all) can feel disjointed—like the kiss was for the camera, not the moment.

The caption? Just a red heart emoji. Cute—safe, vague, and perfectly non-committal. It wasn’t until twelve or so hours later that Louis even bothered to comment with an “I love you x,” and she came rushing in with an “I love you so so much xxx.” It reads more like overcompensating than genuine intimacy. If it were that deep, why not say it in the original post?

• Is it a first official post? If private photos have leaked for months and only now does a polished selfie appear, it might be a team-approved milestone.

This is the first official post—and notably, it’s on Zara’s account. She’s only appeared on Louis’ once, and even then, it was a group shot buried in his Glastonbury photo dump. Hardly the kind of post you'd consider a true “hard launch,” which makes this one feel all the more curated and intentional.

Reactions and Rollout

• Was press ready? If gossip sites or tabloids publish full pieces minutes after the post, including watermarked screenshots and links, chances are the image was part of a planned rollout.

One of the first articles—possibly from Daily Mail, though don’t quote me—was published just 12 minutes after the photo went live. The kicker? The screenshot they used showed the post at the 10-minute mark. That means the entire write-up, image grab, formatting, and publishing process happened in two minutes? Yeah, no. That kind of turnaround screams pre-written and pre-approved. This wasn’t a reaction—it was a rollout.

• Engagement bait? If the photo is monetized, promoted, or getting boosted in algorithm-friendly ways (especially on an influencer’s page), it may be more strategy than sentiment.

Broader Patterns

Does it follow a familiar script? Recycled PR tactics include:

• Pap photos in exotic locations

Hello, Costa Rica.

• Coordinated soft launches (e.g., blurry IG stories, matching clothes)

Hello, Louis' arm featuring in a foodie post by Zara. Hello matching tracksuits at Glastonbury.

• Random public makeout sessions timed near album promos

Hello again Costa Rica!!! Where he was seen recording LT3!!!!

• Has one or both parties been part of PR rumors before? Past patterns usually predict future ones.

Don't know about Zara, but every single one of Louis' relationships were seen as PR.

Audience Trust

Even the GP (general public) isn’t easily fooled anymore. If fanbases, casual followers, or pop culture commentators collectively raise eyebrows, it’s probably not just stan paranoia. People notice when something feels off.