#LAVISH i love lavish hahaha

[moonchild-in-blue]

what have been your favorite songs off of clancy so far??? i’ve been so amazed by that album and i wanna hear your thoughts!!

AAAA OKAY. I'm just gonna copy here my ranking from last night after the 1st album listen. Mind you, before yesterday I made a point not to listen to any of the re-release singles and avoided ALL video spoilers, so I went in completely blind .

^ i forgot about Navigating and i put it on the same tier as Midwest

(okay i rambled and this is all jumbled together so - more thoughts under)

I still need to listen to it a few more times today so I can properly rank them but yeah. Routine / Oldies are my top ones for sure, with Backslide / At the Risk / Snap Back falling riiight under. Those three kinda broke me ngl.

Lavish for sure will go up in the ranking because I love it so so much it's SO fun haha.

The Craving I prefer Jenna's version over the single - just different feels. The single version I'd place it with Next Semester.

But yeah, I was sobbing pathetically on Oldies Station, and again on At The Risk lmao. BACKSLIDE!!! BROKE MY HEART!!! NOT EVEN GONNA TALK ABOUT THE VIDEO OTHERWISE!!! WOOOOOOO

Emotional Damage x200

Me and my friend were talking about it, and we both agree that Clancy feels like an amalgamation of every previous album. There is something so heavy and personal about it, very reminiscent of Self Titled, that we haven't seen in a while (since Blurryface I'd say). Not that Trench wasn't personal, but it feels incredibly lore-heavy (aside from Smithereens and The Legend <- i can't listen to it now because yeah. Same thing for me).

Obviously you got Neon Gravestones and Redecorate on SAI (WHICH I LOVE, will take no slander), but yeah.

*Oh and Leave the City - same vibes as Paladin sort of.

Clancy is special. It feels much more intimate. Much more emotionally charged. Trench felt like an album for the fans; SAI is the fun experimental let's go team one. But Clancy 1000% feels like this is for him. Like a letter to past and future versions of Tyler - does this make sense?

Sorry I think I rambled a bit much lol - I might do a proper review or whatever once I gave the album a few more spins but yeah! Right off the bat I am in love with it, if feeling a little too called out by some songs 🥲✌️

But yeah. What about you???? What até your thoughts on the album??? What are you favs????

[hunxi-after-hours]

about 无限流 recs: not really the most typical example of the genre and in a very different flavour to liehuo's interrogation of the same question but 《我的理想小镇》 has things to say about what it means to be human (and what it means to give that up)

I HAVE ANONS THAT READ 无限流???

ok so I am VERY intrigued by this recommendation, especially since I read 《魔尊也想知道》 by the same author and enjoyed it! for a 沙雕文 it had a lot more fun (meta)narrative-based worldbuilding than I expected, so I'm curious to see what this author will do with a more intensive genre like 无限流

mark me intrigued anon 👀 👀 👀

[skzdarlings]

i do ; skz ; felix x reader

requested by anonymous: ' I would love if you could use these prompts...on Felix x fem reader:❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜I love possessive Felix, istg i would give amything to have him' plus two anonymous requests for: 'i'd say you need someone to put you in your place' for felix.

pairing: lee felix/reader content info: look this request was for possessive!felix and so possessive!felix i delivered. he is a little weirdo in this tbh. but i think after all my anti-rich-guy stories, i have earned the right for one problematic possessive mafia boss who throws his money and his dick around hahaha. so yes, possessive!felix, virgin!reader, wedding night, arranged marriage, felix being a criminal boss, insta-love. reader's backstory involves a verbally abusive/neglectful family. explicit sexual content. word count: 4000 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy <3

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Your new husband is astoundingly pretty.   You expected a different face to be waiting at the end of the wedding aisle: harsh, old, scarred.  Maybe, if you let yourself fantasize, he would be handsome in a rugged way. 

You were not expecting Felix.  Slender, delicate Felix with his high cheekbones and freckles, his dark eyes and feather-soft blonde hair.  He smiled a dimpled smile as your father surrendered your hand. 

That surrender was a visual representation of a literal transaction.  You were a bartering tool to save your father’s business.  You knew an arranged marriage was inevitable when a few trades went sour and the company went bankrupt.  The family could only maintain relevancy and safety through a match to someone more powerful. 

Lee Felix is the heir to a very dirty criminal syndicate that blends in high society.  Everyone knows their money is blood-spattered, but they throw a good party and the jewels sparkle the same.

You knew his name long before the wedding.  Of course you knew his name.  But you did not know his face.  You expected a devil, not a vision of divinity, resplendent in white and gold. 

Your heart has not stopped racing since he first lifted your veil and kissed you with lips softer and gentler than your grandest fantasies. 

Now you are perched on a lavish bed in a beautiful penthouse suite.  The walls are windows, externally tinted but offering you a glorious view of the glittering cityscape at night.  You wonder how much of the city your new husband owns. 

Would that be an impertinent question?  It is not as though there is any real charade to play; this is not a love match and there is no sense pretending otherwise.  Enquiring after financial assets is arguably appropriate insofar as business goes. 

Then the door opens and your new husband enters.  All thoughts of business flitter into nothing, an insignificant detail next to your wedding night.  A night with this powerful and beautiful stranger.

“Are you nervous?” he asks in a voice so deep it keeps surprising you.  It suits his angelic appearance in a way, something so captivating about its low tones, effortlessly melodic.  But that melody is coloured darkly in its depth, scratching a shiver up your spine.  When he speaks, it feels like he is trailing his fingers up your back in a curious, searching touch. 

He looks at you with as much depth, dark eyes penetrating as he circles the bed.  He has been nothing but polite, but you can’t help but feel like prey being circled by a predator. 

Even more concerning, you can’t help but like it.  Since the moment he took your hand, his eyes have not left you.  It is almost overwhelming.  You have been invisible your whole life.  No one ever looked at you.  No one ever wanted you.  Your father scared off anyone who tried. 

Felix is not just anyone.  Anyone sensible would be scared of him.

You are also not just anyone. 

“No,” you answer.

“Really?”  He lifts a curious eyebrow. 

You are both in your wedding clothes, all white and gold.  Your veil is draped over a chair in the corner.  He puts his coat there too. 

He never looks away from you, rolling his shirtsleeves up his forearms as he approaches the bed.

“May I ask, why not?” he asks.  It’s a funny question, so polite but only posed because he knows his own reputation.  He knows what you must think of him.  The bloodshed, the ruthlessness, the merciless command he holds over his family’s legacy.  He might look unassuming, but he is not to be trifled with.  That gentle exterior could be unnerving to some people, even more than an outward brute. 

But you have dealt with those brutes your whole life.  An abusive father, cruel brother, an uncaring mother.  Hurt, neglected, ignored. 

Tonight, while you circled the reception to greet everyone, your father and brother pulled you aside.  Your mother had already berated you on the details of your appearance, but they were reprimanding you for every other misstep.

You almost burst into tears, tired and frightened.  You were so afraid you would never escape them.  Even at your wedding, on the cusp of a new life, they were dragging you around, kicking and screaming.

Then you felt a tap on your shoulder.  Bang Chan, one of Felix’s most trusted agents, stood there with a forced but cordial smile.  He looked at you and not your family. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said.  “Your husband is asking for you.  Please, come with me.”

Your father sputtered indignantly, unaccustomed to such blatant disrespect for his authority.  Chan said nothing to him, simply offered you his arm.  He also opened his jacket to flash the gun in his chest holster.  Your family had their weapons stripped before entering the reception.  It was a subtle reminder of who was really in charge. 

So your father and brother were left sputtering helplessly as Chan escorted you across the room.  Felix was sitting with some of his men, smiling his bright smile and looking like any happy young groom. 

That sunny face faltered when he saw your morose expression.  His glance passed to your family, a flicker of anger in his gaze.  Then he smiled at you and held out a welcoming arm. 

“Come here,” he said.  “Sit with me a bit.  Please.” That deep voice.  You felt it like a touch inside you. He had recited the scripted vows earlier.  This invitation was his first real address. 

You nodded.  Your legs were shaky from the confrontation, never mind the wobble from your heels.  Your feet hurt.  Sitting would be a relief if nothing else. 

There was an empty seat behind Felix.  It was the type of seat you were usually given: at the back where you could be forgotten. 

Once you were within reach, Felix grabbed you around the waist.  Your breath caught as you stumbled towards him.  He caught you and held you.  Then you were sitting in his lap, your dress draped everywhere, a glittering ivory prize perched safe and pretty on his knee.  He wrapped a possessive arm around your middle. 

It was more than a power play.  It was one thing to put you on his lap and show your family that he owned you now, but it was another for him to frown as he touched the painfully tight pearl belt around your waist. 

“Why is this so tight?” he asked, looking at you with concern.     

“I’m sorry,” you said automatically, in the habit of grovelling whenever someone took a disappointed tone.  “My mother,” you spoke softly, not wanting the rest of the table to hear. 

He leaned closer to you, offering you his ear directly.  A whisper was all you managed, unaccustomed to such attention.

“They’re real pearls,” you whispered.  “Very expensive.  Very fine.  Too fine for me.  My mother had the belt made small so I would remember to act worthy of them.  Sit straight.  Not over-eat.  You know.”

He frowned, his brow furrowing.  Instinct compelled you to soothe that displeasure, laughing like you were not upset.

“It’s all right,” you said.  “She’s right.  They are very fine pearls.”

“It’s not all right,” Felix said.  He looked at you, held your gaze in his own.  You found yourself counting his freckles.  “Do you like it?” he asked. 

Maybe it was his display of power.  Maybe it was his arm around you.  Maybe it was the freckles.  He looked so sweet, so sincere.  You could not bring yourself to lie.  Though you had defended your cruel family all your life, the truth fell from your lips in a rough exhale. 

“No.”  You felt tears in your eyes.  “I know it’s expensive.  I know it’s beautiful.  But I’ve never hated anything more.” 

He held your gaze, your watery eyes in the dark depths of his own.

Then he grabbed the belt by a thin material strand and yanked.  A couple pearls popped right off and scattered.  The rest dangled on the belt, an absurd amount of wealth in his hand. 

Felix tossed it over his shoulder like it was garbage. Then he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you against him. 

You chanced a look at your family.  They were scandalized.  Horrified.  And you breathed easier for the first time in a long time. You have long suffered the oppressive strangle of control masquerading as love.  His protective arm felt nothing like that pearl belt.

So you look at him now.  You strive to articulate all these feelings.  You are not used to speaking and having someone listen. 

“I can’t explain it,” you say.  “Maybe it’s foolish.  But I… I just feel like I was meant to be here.  With you.  Like this.”

Your heart jumps at his expression, a luminous pleasure that brightens this dimly lit room. 

“That’s funny,” he says.  “I feel the same way.”

You swallow as he sits beside you.  Slowly, touch by touch, breath by breath, he is bringing your bodies together.  His knee touches yours, his arm your arm.  He folds his hands in his lap but he is close enough you can count his freckles again. 

“I need to be honest with you,” he says.  “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.  A year ago.  At the winter masquerade.”

You look at him with surprise.  All at once, his eyes come back to you, gazing at you behind a golden bird mask at the annual winter social.  You couldn’t place the handsome stranger at the time.  His hair was dark then, his face in a mask.  He did not speak.  His distinctive voice would have given him away. 

He danced one dance with you, the only person who danced with you all night.  You were later reprimanded for behaving like a slut, even though he touched your waist and nothing more.

“You were very kind,” he says.  “I watched you with the staff.  You were the only one in that whole room to say please and thank you to them – did you know that?”  He sighs and looks away, thoughts travelling beyond this room.  “I came from nothing,” he says.  “My family… we fought to get where we are now.  But I remember, you know.  What it feels like to be the smallest and least important person in the room.”

You sit straighter when he looks at you.  Oh, your heart has not slowed its thunder.  Excitement and affection swirl together in a motley tempest of sensation, touched by his words and yearning for more.  You thought you had been sold to an uncaring bidder, but Felix touches you slowly, like he would a very fine work of art.  His knuckles caress your cheek, the slope of your jaw. 

“I thought…” He looks at you reverently.  “I thought… I would do anything to preserve that goodness.  I would protect it.  Like your family wasn’t.”  His brow furrows now, a shadow of his face.  “They would have ruined you.” 

His hand continues, knuckles skimming down your throat, your shoulder, your arm.  You shiver.   He has a terrible scar, scoring the whole back of his hand.  A stark difference to your unblemished hand, your manicured nails against his calloused fingers. 

He says, “I know what it’s like to be ruined.”

You look from your hands to his face, his handsome profile, the slope of his nose and his soft lips.  He is still looking at your joined hands. 

“I wasn’t always like this,” he says.  “I’d give anything to have my innocence back.  But I can’t.”

He lifts your hand, cradles it between both of his like something precious.  Your breath catches when he kisses your palm, lips soft against your skin.  

“So I told myself, I would do anything to save yours,” he says.  He looks almost… afraid.  An expression you never expected to see on this man.   “So I destroyed your father’s business,” he says.  “It was all me.  I knew he would never give you to a man like me unless he had no choice.  He would have given you away to one of his friends and they would have broken you.  But you were already mine.  So I left him no choice but to see things my way.” 

“Oh,” you say, surprised beyond all words. 

“I wanted you to know before anything… happens… between us,” he says.  “But I understand if your feeling are complicated.  Or if you… fear me.”

Your father has often boasted how many men fear him.  It does not sound like a boast from Felix, rather something lamentable.  His face is shadowed in shame. 

“My feelings are not complicated,” you say.  He is still holding your hand in both of his.  You lay your other hand there, a complete joining. 

He meets your gaze, an intense and imploring stare.

“I’m not my father’s daughter anymore,” you say.  “I’m my husband’s wife.  My loyalty is to you.  My place is with you.”

“Yes,” he says, spoken on a breath.  His smile returns.  “Your place.  I’d say you need someone to put you in your place.  Your rightful place.” 

He springs off the bed like there is lightning under his feet.  He is all smiles and sunlight again, a beacon in the blue dark of this room.  You cannot help but bask in his warmth, bereft in the chill when he leaves your side. 

He takes something from his discarded coat pocket, a case swathed in velvet, soft to the touch.  You hold it, admiring the texture.

He kneels behind you on the bed while you open it.   Inside is the most breathtaking necklace you have ever seen in your life.  When you lift it, the chain is long, designed to sit low, loose around your neck.  No more chokers.  No more pearls. 

“Oh, Felix,” you say, breathless and amazed, then very embarrassed.  You are not used to such lovely gifts.  Even the pearls were a punishment.  “I can’t accept this…” you say, stunned.

“You can,” he says. 

He takes the clasp then strings the necklace around you.  His fingers on the nape of your neck have you shivering.  The necklace clasps in place, then his lips are on your neck, a chaste press that nonetheless lights fire under your skin.  “It was made for you,” he says.  “Like you were made for me.” 

He takes the zipper of your gown between two careful fingers, so slowly lowering it.  It feels like you are unravelling with it.  The zipper reaches the base of your spine and his fingertips dance across your bare skin. 

He steps off the bed.  He looks down at you, his eyes intense but his smile soft.  He touches your cheek, strokes his thumb across it lovingly. 

Then he is sinking to his knees in front of you.  You already feel weak as jelly, but your whole body goes soft and pliant when he gently grasps your ankle, when he slides your painful shoe off your foot and tosses it aside.  He somehow finds every sore spot and rubs it better. 

“This is how it works,” he says.  He is on his knees but somehow his presence looms bigger than you.  You cannot look away from the thrall of his gaze.  “You are my wife.  And when we are out there, I am your servant.”  He takes your other foot and removes that shoe as well.  He massages you gently.  “I will never deny you anything,” he says.  “You can ask me for anything. All right?  I will give you the whole world.  I will give you my whole heart.  In return, I only want one thing.”

“What’s that?” you ask, already breathless.

“I am your husband,” he says, “and in here, you are my servant.  Only I can touch you.  Only I will have you.  All of you.  In every way.  Always, starting from today.  Starting from right now.”    

“Yes.  Yes.  But I – I’ve never done this before,” you say, aching to surrender but fearful he will regret this.  Though you are knowledgeable, you are lacking in experience from years of isolation.  “I’ve been alone for so long,” you say.  “I don’t want to disappoint you.” 

“You don’t,” he says.  He lifts your leg, swoops down to kiss your calf, then higher: your knee, your thigh.  “You could never,” he says, guiding your leg to rest on his shoulder.  He gathers the volume of your wedding dress in his hands and pushes it up, up. 

You almost forget to breathe.  He kisses higher on your thigh.  Then he grabs the thin material of your white tights and rips them open.

“You’re mine,” he says.  “You’ve always been mine.” 

You fall back on your elbows, limbs already quivering as he tears through your underclothes as if impatiently ripping open a prettily wrapped gift.   With your expensive lace panties shredded and your tights in tatters, he pushes your skirts up and out of his way.  You hold them while he kisses up your thigh.  He runs his tongue along the seam between your thigh and somewhere much more sensitive. 

“No one else has done this to you?” he asks.  He already looks flushed.  Desperate.      

“No,” you answer.  You swallow hard.  “Never.”  You know some men do not enjoy providing this type of pleasure to their wives, so you are about to tell him that you have no expectations in that regard—

But then he is on you like a starving man, eyes closed and mouth open and licking through all that wet desire.  You fall on your back, pressing your heel into his back.  He groans, pressing deeper, tongue seeking, swiping, stroking. 

He grips your thighs possessively, holding you in place as he ravages you with his mouth.  He takes you up and over a blissful crest.  It leaves you a drenched and panting mess. 

He stands, wiping his arm across his wet mouth.  He does not look satisfied, eyes still hungry as he climbs on top of you. 

“My wife,” he says, like the word is sacred and impossible, like he thought a man like him could never say it.  “All mine,” he says, running his hands up your thighs, up your waist, touching every inch of you until he is cradling your face delicately in his careful but calloused hands.   

It makes your whole body clench up tightly, your breath stuttering as he kisses you.  You melt into the kiss, so different from the chaste peck of your ceremony.  It is a claiming kiss, the taste of you still on his lips, his moan in your mouth, his chest against yours as those sounds of pleasure rumble through him. 

He tugs down your bodice, then he is ripping through your underclothes again.   When your bodice is around your waist and your chest is bare except for his necklace, you find yourself covering your breasts instinctively.  He takes your hands, not forcefully but firmly, holding your gaze.  His mouth is already so pink and raw from kissing.  You wonder if you look as ravished.  Maybe more.  It makes you whimper, surrendering when he pins your hands on either side of your head. 

“This is mine,” he says, kissing your jaw, your throat, then lower.  “All mine, sweetheart.”

He wraps his lips around a pointed nipple and you feel the reaction between your legs, as if connected by a thread.  Your legs try to close around his hips but he presses down.  The crumpled skirt of your dress is between you, but he feels your thighs clenching, feels you desperately bucking. 

Even his chuckle is a deep sound.  He smiles at you, batting his eyelashes as he licks the curve of your breast.  Your whole body twitches again. 

“Mm,” he says.  “You feel that?  You getting all tight… and hot… just for me…”

“Felix,” you say, you beg.

He sits back on his heels to get your wedding dress off.  It is a flurry of ivory and silk, earning some laughter, then it is gone and your husband is staring down at you.   Again, you feel like prey, like a meal spread out helplessly for some predatory creature.  Again, you like it. 

He is just as impatient with his own clothes.  He does not look away from you while tearing his shirt open.  Buttons fly, forgotten, and he rips the material down his arms and off.  His belt is next, leather whistling through the air then joining the heap on the floor.  He grabs your hand and guides it to the hard shape in his white pants, groaning deep in his chest as your palm curves around it. 

You are so captivated him, by the way he feels, by the sounds he makes, that you are surprised when he touches you too.  Your legs part instinctively, then your thighs twitch to close when you are embarrassed by your eagerness. 

“Don’t be shy,” he says.  “Not with me.” His fingers feel divine inside you, gliding as if through silk, pressing at your walls and making you whimper.  “Yeah, my baby.  So nice… ‘n wet… for me…” he murmurs, more to himself than you. It still makes you clench, like your body wants him deeper, pulling tight around him.   “God.  Perfect.” 

“Aren’t we g-gonna—”  Your eyes drop to his waistband, then up to his eyes again. 

He smiles, laughs, and withdraws his fingers slowly. 

“Oh yeah, sweetheart,” he says, unbuttoning his pants.  “We are.  Be patient.  You’re gonna enjoy this.  Gonna remember this night forever.”  He leans down so his body is over yours.  He kisses you, presses you into the pillows.  When he pulls back, he traces a finger along the necklace, smiling brightly. “The first time I made you mine,” he says, speaking low and soft against your lips.   “I’m going to do everything with you,” he says.  “And you’re gonna want it.  All of it and more.” 

He has you begging for more already.  When he finally is pushing inside you, after so much torturous build-up, you are a breathless, sweaty tangle of limbs.  It feels like he is pinning you to the mattress, taking you so deep and so hard, like your whole body is changing to fit him.   There is a long, slow burn, but you are so wet and he is so careful; it is an ache that gives way to pleasure. 

His arms are around you, holding him above you, making you feel so completely shielded and enveloped.  He starts a slow pace that turns more frantic.  Your hands move all over his chest and shoulders to find a grip. 

“I love that no one else has seen you like this,” he says, grabbing your searching hand.  He brings it to his mouth, kisses your palm, your fingers.  He puts your hand on his shoulder, then he slides his hand under your head to cup your neck, holding you steady while he rolls his hips into yours.  “That no one else has felt you before,” he says.  “Been inside you. They don't get to have you, but I do.“

“Yes,” you say.  “Always.  My husband.” 

“Mm.”  He drops his forehead to yours.  “My wife.” 

You come again but it feels different, starting deep inside you and rolling outward, a full-body spasm that has you crying out his name.  He comes too, holding you against him, his lips on your neck as he says your name. 

Then he kisses you.  Then he lays you down.  He wraps you in his arms and squeezes. 

“Sleep for now,” he says.  “It’s been a long day.  And I want you again.”

“You have me,” you say, nestling in his arms, your head under his chin. 

“Yes,” he says with a smile.  He looks so sweet even while his wicked hands hold your body in a strong, possessive grip.  “I do.”      

[arminsumi]

Could you pls pls pls write a fluffy oneshot of gojo and his fav student? The colour hair dye and the ice cream oneshots have never left my mind 🤭😭

CALL ME SATORU

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

An evening training session with Gojo and his favorite student, ending as a lavish dinner date.

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Note : aaa i hope u like this!! hehe so giddy to know my fics are in ur mind 🤭💗 thank u for enjoying them

Mentioned posts : hair dye fic / sweet tooth

Warnings : teacher/student relationship, romantic tension

Playme : heaven and back

🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works / oct. reqs open

"Gojo-sensei, I'm tired. We've been practicing for two hours." he listened to you complain, and shook his head.

"Tired? Nah. On your feet, let's go through that motion again. C'mon, up up up — what, do I have to pick you up myself?"

His arms hooked around you and he pressed his chest flat to yours while hoisting you up. Few things get his heart racing, but teaching you martial arts? He may seem very composed, but his heart throbs each time he sees you acting clumsy and amateur.

You had such a long way to go, and he wanted to see these days through until you were just as good if not better than him. Even if it was impossible. He still wanted his favorite student to be considered the second-strongest, at least in hand-to-hand combat.

"Ow, my knee..." you mumbled half-heartedly.

"Don't be a weakling." he smiled cheekily, "Is my star student really too tired to continue? Is a bruised knee really gonna stop you?"

You pouted. "You're the one who bruised my knee..."

Look at that adorable pout. She's taking after me.

"Well, maybe you shoulda dodged it." he cheeked.

"Gojo-sensei, you push me too hard." you said.

"I know, I'm sorry." he smiled.

The two of you finally sat down for a break. Night had fallen, stars were up in the blackened sky. There must have been a cricket in the wood panel of the door Gojo leaned against, because he heard it very loudly in his ear. So he scooted away from the noise and moved closer to you, unaware of how the increased proximity made you buzz.

You and him shared a thoughtful silence. Then his voice penetrated deep and low, his tone serious.

"I push you so hard because I want you to become the strongest."

"Why?"

"Uh, haha... do you want me to answer that as Satoru or as your teacher?"

"...? Huh? Hm... um... I want both versions of your answer."

"Well... as your teacher... I want you to be able to fight for future generations and pass on your skills."

"And... as Satoru...?"

He hesitated, then slowly answered;

"So I don't have to be the strongest all by myself."

He looked at you with a sheepish smile.

"Selfish, huh?"

"It's okay to be selfish to an extent. I hardly ever see you doing anything for yourself."

The crickets continued making louder symphonies.

"Sato— ahm, Gojo-sensei. I will try my best to fill the role you want me to fill. I don't want you to feel alone."

"... I know it's an overwhelming role, I don't really have the right to push this on y—"

"—I will do it for you because I love you."

"What?"

"What?"

"Respect, I meant respect!" you backtracked.

"Hahaha, sure."

"..."

"... love you too." he winked.

"Shut up!"

"What, I can't tell my favorite student that I love her back?!" he teased.

"Th-that's inappropriate, haha."

"But you just told your teacher you love him. That was also inappropriate."

"I— yeah! Well!"

He stared at you for a long, long moment, absorbing the weight of your I love you that lingered in the air between you and him.

"Alright. Let's wrap up practice for the night."

"Really! God... I thought you were gonna make me do the whole thing again out of spite for saying something inappropriate."

He winked, "No, I'll reprimand you tomorrow for that. Come on. We're going out."

"We're going out...? Are you taking me out as your favorite student, or are you taking me out as me?"

He smirked. "Both... I think my favorite student deserves a good reward after practicing so hard today, but I also just... want to selfishly take you out on a date."

Gojo spoiled you on this night out. Really spoiled you. Bought you a dress, put on his best suit ditched his blindfold, took you to one of the most expensive restaurants that he knew of. Indulged in your company not as his student, but as someone he wanted to get to know... someone maybe he was interested in.

He leaned over the table to fluster you with teasingly close proximity, and straightened out his tie because he was sorely aware of how attractive his hands looked when he did that.

"Go on, don't be shy. Tell me about yourself."

"But you already know me."

"I don't know enough." he shook his head.

"Well... I'm lost... I don't know where to start." you chuckled, staring down at your cleared plate of dessert. It was rich and sweet, he said it was his favorite.

"Then I'll ask." he looked at you, and leaned over the table with one elbow, resting his chin on the back of his palm. "What's your love life looking like at the moment?"

You let out a laugh at this, which he half-expected.

"Well, I'm on a date with my teacher..." you said, jokingly.

He chuckled.

"Tell me." he then said seriously, "I want to know."

"Well... my love life is pretty... unsaturated...?"

"Unsaturated...?" he raised a brow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Dull. I mean it's dull. Any time I develop romantic feelings for someone... well they drain out just as quickly as they flood in." you admitted.

He looked at you contemplatively.

"Is that so..."

"Ahah, you seem surprised."

"I am. I thought you'd have a more glamorous love life, like me." he joked.

"Oh? I'm all ears, Gojo-sensei."

He looked at you deeply, "Call me Satoru." he murmured under his breath.

Your heart panged.

"... anyways, uh... haha. Yeah... my glamorous love life... I've been on two dates in my life including this one."

"Just two?!"

He nodded. "The first one doesn't really count, because I was fourteen and it was a boyish crush."

"... so... this one counts...?"

"Well, yes." he said, "Of course it does. This is not a boyish crush, after all..."

You and him stared at each other for a long, tender moment. Got lost in each other's worlds, which were contained in those irises. Suddenly understood each other's deep feelings, revealed by those dilated pupils.

Dilated...?

Yes his pupils always dilated for you, but you never noticed before with that strip of black having concealed his eyes.

"Gojo—?"

"—Just call me Satoru already." he overlapped his hand with yours, both resting midway on the table.

"Why?" you asked. "Why do you want me to call you that?"

He hesitated, wondering if you were asking that rhetorically. The restaurant was dim, the environment slow and luxurious, fancy, expensive... heavenly golden hue, casting over you and him.

"... because I want to hear you calling out my name."

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Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

[lozchi]

hii I just read your taehoon fic and it was so nice to read I love the way you write! May i request a gun x reader one?

Only your protector

A/N: Tysm! I wasn't actually planning on doing Lookism fics. Read my about page to see what I actually write about. But I thought about it for a while and an idea a few ideas actually popped in my head, so... Gun x reader it is. Pairing: Park Jong Geon x GN!reader Themes: Falling in love, Gun as your bodyguard, profanity, fluff (because I can't stop it), you as a Choi (you're siblings with Crystal now hahaha)

There are days where instead of Gun being your bodyguard who'll look after your antics, protecting you from danger far and wide, he'll be finding himself participating in your bullshit. He couldn't help but steal glances when he thought you weren't looking, his heart doing somersaults that had nothing to do with the threats around you. Instead of being ONLY a protective bodyguard, he acts like a... Totally not your boyfriend. Or at least, that's what he tried to convince himself. The way he got caught up in your schemes, the way his stoic demeanor cracked into a fond smile in your presence, it was all just an elaborate ruse, right?

Your charms, your quirks, they were slowly chipping away at his facade. Instead of not being smitten with your appearance in the same way how he doesn't with Crystal—well, you can say he's fucked up at this. This wasn't in the contract, wasn't it? Gun was supposed to be the impenetrable barrier between you and danger, nothing more. Yet, there he was, willingly letting you hop onto his back as you embarked on your reckless escapades from one shop to another. It was thrilling in a way that was entirely unexpected. Sometimes, a rather odd thought comes to mind. If there was something else that he could explore between the both of you, a connection that went beyond professionalism, beyond duty. The idea lingered like a persistent whisper, the notion of safeguarding you not as an obligation but as a lifelong quest, a mission of the heart.

The contract didn't account for these emotions, for the way his resolve wavered every time you laughed, every time your eyes met his—god fucking dammit, it's too much to handle. Do you know how much you make him feel? But rules and contracts be damned, because Gun found himself willingly tangled in the web you had spun. Whether it was the thrill of danger or the enchantment of your presence, he couldn't deny that he was hooked. And maybe, just maybe, he was ready to renegotiate the terms of his own heart.

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ "Oh, why did you have to pick THAT?"

If there was one thing that he found quite odd about you, is that you're a goddamn cheapskate despite being the daughter or a snobby and rich ass geezer. Like, why did you have to buy the fakes when you have more than enough to buy a few more of the same luxury item? But it was probably just you being a well-spent person. In contrast to him wearing his lavish clothing. "Maybe I was broke in my past life, I dunno." You shrugged as you put the item back down, receiving a stare of disapproval from Gun. On top of your stinginess, was your fashion sense. Seriously, you could learn a thing or two from Crystal or Jay. But hey, it's all subjective in the end anyway. As long as you look good in it, that's what matters.

But that's the problem. Gun can't even be irritated at you with your choices, because to him, you look good—no, stunning, drop-dead gorgeous. A tiny part of him desperately wanted to step in and steer you toward different choices, ones that matched his own refined tastes. Yet, as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he resigned himself to the role of a silent observer. There you were, paying for your eclectic mix of purchases, and he couldn't deny that even if he didn't quite understand your style, he was thoroughly captivated by everything you did. After all, you were a paradox he was more than happy to be bewildered by. - Walking back to the car with a handful of bags in his hands and a few in yours, Gun can't help but admire the beauty on your face as the city lights shines down on you. Those lips of yours, an irresistible temptation, were practically begging for his touch, but alas, such thoughts remained confined in his dreams. "Do you believe in past lives?" What do you think? Of course, he doesn't. But if the idea amuses you, he'll play along. "No." Or not. Your pursuit of quirky topics persisted; each inquiry met with Gun's deadpan responses. Past lives, soulmates, – all of it was dismissed as nonsensical. He couldn't fathom why you'd engage in such conversations. Did the thought of you as a humble peasant in a former life, compared to your current extravagant lifestyle, thrill you?

"What about soul-" "Not even that." "Astrology?" "Pseudoscience and shit." "Aliens?" "Okay, you're just getting ridiculous." "You're no fun, aren't you? Do you even believe in love?"

The question hits him like a truck as if he were getting isekai'd into another universe. Bye bye PTJverse, hello SuperString . For a few seconds, he's silent, stopping in his tracks only for you to glance back at him. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, whispering a soft;

"Yeah." "Being a pervert has nothing to do with love though." You earned a roll of his eyes and a huff, though a chuckle escaped his lips regardless. The banter between you two was as natural as breathing.

And so, the journey home continued, marked by your friendly bickering and his jacket over you. It was a dance the two of you knew well, a rhythm that spoke of camaraderie and something more, lingering just beneath the surface.

Yeah, fuck it. He's in love with you. Tagging @iloveparkjonggun

[ransprang]

thank you to @goblinofthewoods for your support <3 we hope you like your match up

if anyone else wants a match up this is our ko-fi

your match up is....

DANTE!!!

SFW

How you met: It was a small art exhibition in an art gallery. Some of your sculptures were on show but you were still an amateur so you didn’t think anyone would notice. You were walking around the edges of the crowd when you noticed a white haired man examining a female bust you had sculpted. You walked over to him, a bit worried you would scare him away with your cold and intimidating aura but the man seemed unperturbed. He greeted you brightly and struck up a conversation. The man explained that he didn’t understand anything about art, but was a connoisseur of nudity. He told him, the piece you were admiring was sculpted by you. The contrast between your cold, intimidating exterior and the warmth emanating from your artworks caught his attention, and he asked to take you out for coffee. 

You and Dante would go on dates where you would try to teach him sculpting. You would make a beautiful teapot and he would make various genitalia.

Dante owns several electrical guitars, and would beg you to duet with him. When he is low on funds and none of the devil hunting jobs interest him, he would make you come busking with him.

Dante would ask to get matching tattoos. He would heavily suggest one of you gets ebony and the other ivory

Dante would easily look past your cold exterior. He’s used to that type of personality thanks to his brother. Once he saw past that you both would be a menace, with your combined himbo energy.

You and Dante would go to the gym together. You would be trying to lift heavy weights, while Dante would gently fondle your bum.

Dante’s love languages would be physical touch and gift giving. He may be an eternally broke man but he will be sure to get you lavish presents whenever the mood strikes him. 

Dante would be supportive of whatever surgeries you get and don’t get. He is just happy to have a good hearted partner who stands by his side no matter what. So you can expect the same energy from him. 

Basically like a golden retriever boyfriend, Dante needs to touch you in any way. Even if it’s touching feet under a blanket while watching a movie or giving you a hug from the back and lifting you up off your feet. He also likes tucking your dark brown hair behind your ears and giving you quick kisses.

Wanting your attention almost 24/7 he’d get into your hobbies and try to impress you. Starting out, his drawings would just be stick figures, “HEY Y/N LOOK. I drew this!! Aren’t I so great at this HAHAHA.”

NSFW 

Dante leans a bit more on the dom side, but if you want to take charge he wouldn’t mind at all watching you go down on his body. He admires watching your growing muscles flex from every angle. From underneath you he’d grip onto your biceps and back, careful to not leave marks. 

When he’s deep inside you, thrusting and watching your hole greedily suck him in, Dante’s degrading kink comes out. “That’s it, that’s a good boy, taking my cock like the slut you are.” He’d groan louder and his grip on your waist gets stronger. The first time this side of him comes out he’d only realize afterwards when he’s lying next to you, and he’d ask if you liked it. 

Dante goes crazy, he loves doing everything and anything in the bedroom. If you ever want to try penetrating him he will personally buy you a strap on. He will also wear his favorite cowboy hat and ride you as he uses one hand to wank off his own cock.

Sex on the Cavaliere? Obviously. He will rev up the engine and sit on it as you ride his cock while straddling him. 

Sword fights…tons of them. Not the kind youre thinking but using Ebony and Ivory. If you lose he fucks you, if you win he still fucks you.

Dante will definitely try dangerous things like jacking off using the Balrog and try cumming on your face and body. Or try fingering you using them. He needs to be contained.

He loves getting his back scratched while you scream his name. He's in power, and likes to feel like it too.

Dante can be a little confused in the after care department but he will always make sure you are comfortable and happy after a steaming hot session.

After sex Dante takes a moment to gently trace his fingers over your tattoos and kiss them, especially the ones on your thighs hoping to make you wet again. 

Dante would leave enough hickeys on your body, and neck that the next day you have to wear turtlenecks and full pants.

your sculptures,

admins sar, san & sav

[all-i-do-is-read]

Akatsuki No Yona Recap Chapters 1&2

First things first, this sword here, have we ever seen this referenced again anywhere else in the manga yet? I'm definitely keeping my eyes out for this on my re-read.

Before I start this, I am going to put a disclaimer that my recap and commentary will be based on official English translation from ShoujoBeat as they are the copies I own. A second disclaimer is that these are simply all my opinions and commentary from the way I read and consumed the manga. I would very much welcome it if you could also comment and share your opinions as these recaps progress. Also, these posts will be long, so apologies in advance.

Akatsuki No Yona Chapter 1: Princess Yona

Since this is a "pilot" chapter, the purpose is to quickly get to the point about who these people are and what their circumstances are in a glance. Now, I'll say this first: I think Kusanagi Mizuho, the mangaka, is a very talented storyteller and we will celebrate her through this work. Nonetheless, I also think that she is not perfect and has some misses in the way she handled some of the narratives.

This chapter has plenty of that in the employment of what I call her "storytelling shorthand." Basically, it just means infodump-y and trope-y expositions to get some points across that she would like to be dealt with immediately, so she can move to the next point of the story quickly.

(This technique does appear fewer and fewer as the story progresses, presumably as the mangaka improves in her storytelling craft, but there are still instances of them used in later chapters and I would point them out as they come)

To be honest, this is why most of the characters were kind of unappealing to me when I was only starting this manga, because of the very trope-y and, dare I say, exaggerated way they were presented to us. I think the biggest victim of this shorthand is Hak and we'll deal with that in later chapter discussions. But once I got over that, I was fine to continue with the story. Plus, again, this is chapter one, so the shorthand is useful for getting relevant context out of the way so we can quickly get to the inciting incident of this whole manga.

We begin with a narration about the Kingdom of Kohka, the Hiryuu Palace and the King who lavished all his love to his only daughter, Princess Yona. (Oh, look, it's the title of the chapter!)

This narration comes from Yona herself, but we can tell that she is reminiscing about her time in the palace, as opposed to her situation now--outside of the palace. We immediately understand that something must have happened.

Yona is imperious, spoiled and shallow, only caring about her looks. Hak is an irreverent and sarcastic general. He is also her exclusive bodyguard. He also deadpans a lot. We immediately understand that they have a close relationship dynamic in the way that Hak feels comfortable teasing the princess of his nation in front of his King (his masters, essentially) and the way Yona just immediately launches into countering his teasing.

I've seen some people put off by Yona, because she called Hak a servant here (she also called him this in a future chapter, we'll get to that), but to me, it is again one of those shorthands to inform us that Yona is simply ignorant. Plus, it clearly is not meant to insult or belittle Hak. She was just responding to Hak as he teases her. You never see her refer to other people in this way again in this manga, anyway.

Here, we also meet King Il, Yona's father who dotes on her... and the third essential pillar of the Akatsuki No Yona trio, Suwon.

Aside: Suwon looks like a princess here hahaha

We are told that Suwon is so kind and that Yona, very obviously, has a crush on him. We get into a flashback showing us that Suwon supported Yona when she lost her mother at such a young age. At this point in the manga, we were Yona, too, loving on such a gentle Suwon.

And then we are also shown and told that not only do Yona and Suwon have a pretty close relationship, Suwon and Hak are close friends, too.

With Suwon's arrival, we get the information that Yona's 16th birthday is coming up. We also learn, more or less, that Yona figures Suwon doesn't think of her romantically, King Il has a distaste for weapons (and thus a coward) and that King Il doesn't approve of Yona's feelings for Suwon. We get more shorthands here about the immediate royal family's who's who and that, at least, 2/5 of them is not among the living.

Here's another one of those shorthands (infodump exposition) pertaining to Yona's personality. Following this, Yona told her father certain information her father should already know, but for the sake of readers, is spelled out for us.

King Il tells Yona that the reason she doesn't approve of Suwon is because being married to her would put him in danger, just like how the Queen, Yona's mom, was killed by traitors.

Yona opposes, obvi, and goes to contemplate this information. But she gets stalked by an ominous presence, which more seriously brings the point about the danger of being married to her across. She runs and ends up getting into a room where Suwon is. Suwon sees her distress and comforts her. But Yona then has a thought, which to me is a glimpse of the real her buried underneath the spoiled princess surface.

Yona is someone who is able to think about the well-being of others.

Now, the next portion of this, I will skip for now and get back to later. But I'll say this: Yona being stalked in the castle even though Hak is supposedly her exclusive bodyguard is one of another "quirk" that usually happens in this manga.

Yeah, she ran away from that conversation with King Il and she was having a moment to herself, but as a bodyguard, Hak should have followed her from a respectful distance. But then if Hak did, the stalking scene and following scenes wouldn't have happened. So since there needs to be a plot beat here, some inconsistencies just have to happen, I guess. This is one instance where Hak's characterization is a victim of these "quirks," but we'll just overlook that and go straight to Yona's birthday party.

The first time I read this part, I really did believe the direction of this story is that Suwon is the one for Yona. There was also that sequence that I skipped for now that reinforced this idea to me.

So Suwon gives Yona an exquisite hairpin and praises her hair and they have that lovely moment above.

I will talk about this later: Suwon's gaze towards a smiling Yona.

Anyway, this moment is later interrupted by Hak telling Yona that King Il was looking for her. Left alone, Hak and Suwon has a conversation. Hak tells Suwon that he figures that Suwon and Yona will finally become a thing (again, based on the earlier scene with the hairpin, it does look like it, yeah? Hak is not simply projecting here, he is just saying what he has observed). He also says that he supports Suwon to be the future King. Suwon vaguely waves that away with an, "It's not what you think," and we get this little bit of Hak characterization here:

Hak is actually conscientious, as in he takes his role, place, job and status super seriously, even though he is usually irreverent (which was why it doesn't make sense that he wasn't with Yona during that earlier stalking incident, but fine, I'll let it go).

Hak and Suwon then has a serious conversation about things being a bit off in the palace. And Suwon advised Hak to take a closer look at how things are. This next bit is quite important: Hak felt confident about taking a look at things around the palace on Yona's birthday celebration that he wasn't exclusively hanging around Yona that day, because he believes he can leave her safety and protection over to Suwon.

Now as Yona's party quiets down, Yona decides she can't let go of her feelings for Suwon and goes to look for King Il to convince him, but when she gets there, she is greeted with this:

I mean, I know what the silhouette is trying to tell me, but when I was reading it, I was like There must have been an intruder or something! as foreshadowed by that earlier conversation between Hak and Suwon.

This couldn't be Suwon, right?

Yeah, no. It was him. It was Suwon.

And that's where that chapter ends.

Akatsuki No Yona Chapter 2: Shattered Bonds

Nothing for it, but to go directly to the second chapter. But we are treated to a cliff-hanging respite as we go to Hak this time. He is out on patrol through the palace grounds. He's approached by Minsu, King Il's attendant. Minsu offers him a drink and they chat for a bit. We don't know the laws of this Kingdom but we do know that Hak is 18, so it seems that at least he can have an alcoholic drink at his age.

Hak and Minsu talk about Yona and Suwon and we learn, what I think, is the core of Hak as a character in this story when he says this:

"I want them to be happy together."

Guy just wants the people he loves to be happy. How hard can that be to grant? Such a simple desire that, unfortunately for him, the mangaka (hereby referred to as Kusa) is about to shatter.

Now, I really like this narrative technique used here, because as Hak is confessing this desire to Minsu, we are reading it through this panel:

Hak gazing up, probably imagining the smiling faces of his two best friends in his head, and the the tip of the bloody sword that Suwon used to kill Il. I thought that was such a brilliant contrast. What a way to wring our hearts, you know. Kusa would employ this trick a few more times in the course of the story and she always picks the most devastating moments to use this.

Then we go back to Suwon and Yona.

Yona is devastated in more ways than one. Her father is dead and the man she loves is her father's killer. But Yona finds that hard to believe and so she tells Suwon that he is not someone who would do that. In response, Suwon tells Yona a secret about their families.

King Il killed Suwon's father, Yuhon. And so Suwon killed Il to avenge his father. And he has been planning to do it for a looooonggg time.

We also learn that Yuhon was, in all the ways that matter, the better choice to be the King of the kingdom. But for some reason, the former King, Suwon and Yona's grandfather, decided to choose Il as his successor. But now that Il is dead, Suwon is usurping his throne to be the ruler of Kohka.

Poor Yona cannot compute what is happening.

She thinks about multiple things. She thinks about the old Suwon who smiled at her warmly--the one who gifted her a beautiful hairpin just hours ago.

But I guess now that Suwon has finally let out the truth he had been holding on to for so long, he is a bit talkative. He tells Yona that he didn't expect her to be awake and asks her what brought her to the King's chambers that night.

I thought that Yona's response was devastating.

Even Suwon is taken aback by Yona's answer, but let's unpack that later. I promise I will get back to that.

At this point, they get interrupted by soldiers that are clearly on Suwon's side who congratulated him for finally taking his revenge. But then they notice Yona in the room and quickly realize that she saw everything and so they clamor to kill her as well. Suwon resolves to do just that, but fortunately for Yona, her survival instincts kicked in and she was able to run away.

Yona is very much shattered emotionally. While she was running away, she kept denying in her mind what she witnessed, what just happened. She wonders if Suwon actually hated her. She then gets caught by one of the soldiers.

But just as a soldier is about to strike Yona, a force of lightning appeared between her and her pursuers.

It's Hak.

And he's not happy. He considers the situation and demands an explanation from Suwon. (He even has a very good narrative excuse for not being with Yona this time [unlike that last time]: because she is supposed to be with Suwon, so he was making himself scarce).

He then turns to Yona and we see one of this manga's iconic panels: (iconic to me, at least. like when I think of ANY, this always immediately comes to mind)

Yona's response to him here is also very devastating.

"Hak, are you on my side?"

Poor Yona, she already thinks she has no one. Not surprising when the man you love commits regicide in front of your very eyes and soldiers of your kingdom wants to cut you down.

You can tell that Hak is taken aback by this question, too, because he pauses before answering her. Then he pledges his devotion and obedience to her.

Hak turns back to Suwon and Suwon gets him up to speed about the plot thus far, except Hak is not even given the grace of the full truth about the backstory of the royal family rift. So much for a best friend, really, Suwon. Instead, Hak was given a shortcut version of "King Il: Terrible, had to die. Suwon: Perfect Leader, taking over."

Hak then attacks Suwon, which, to his credit, he manages to dodge. The soldiers try to intervene, but they are warned away by Suwon by declaring that Hak is:

Hak is so remarkably strong as a fighter that he even has a famous nickname aside from being a general at his young age. The soldiers even sounded impressed at hearing his name. Now this is already the second time in two consecutive chapters where Hak's exceptional abilities in military arts or fighting arts or whatever you might call it is remarked upon. Bookmark that for now, because I will have some things to say about that in the future.

Anyway, back to the plot.

Because there are, obviously, many soldiers and just one Hak, he and Yona get cornered and all hope seem lost. Hak uses this opportunity to ask Suwon this:

"Suwon, was the man I knew just a facade?"

You get the feeling that the question was almost an imploration. Like Yona denying in her head what she is witnessing, Hak was also looking for his best friend in the face of this man in front of him through these questions.

Suwon, in fairness to him, does answer Hak, although I imagine that his answer actually pulvurized Hak's heart.

"The man you knew never existed. If anyone gets in my way, I will destroy them. No matter who it is."

I feel immense satisfaction knowing that Hak managed to wound Suwon, though. Suwon, you deserved worse.

Yona and Hak has no time to dwell on Suwon's declaration, however, as somebody fires an arrow that distracts the other soldiers. It was just enough distraction for Hak to snatch Yona and together they run away.

They are approached by Minsu and Hak remarks on his archery skills, saying it was a lousy shot (not the time, Hak). Minsu asks Yona if the king is really dead and Yona can only manage a nod.

They make a plan to escape the palace as more of the soldiers that are loyal to Suwon are gathering. Yona then despairs about leaving the palace where her father is. Hak comforts her with an embrace and gives her a reason for surviving for now.

As an act of loyalty, Minsu offers to draw the attention of the soldiers so that Hak and Yona can run away. His last words to Yona, "Please stay safe, your highness," is truly heart-wrenching to me, especially since the last page of this chapter ends with Minsu being shot in the back and with Yona, running away with Hak, taking one last glance at Minsu.

That ends chapter two.

Through all this, I have given very limited commentary about Suwon. And they are all related to the parts I said I will come back to. So here goes.

First, Suwon as the antagonist.

At the beginning, I didn't really see that, because I thought he is going to be the actual love interest for Yona. And I had that thought, because of that sequence in chapter one that I skipped, just right after the stalking incident.

Let's go back to that now.

Yona, overwhelmed by her emotions, tried to confess her feelings for Suwon, but Suwon shuts it down before she could even begin to say anything. However, Yona tries to keep pushing the subject of feelings without actually saying her feelings out loud. We get a few panels of Suwon looking like this and saying things like this:

Now, on my first read through, I thought that Suwon might have feelings for Yona. But (and spoilers for future chapters) it appears that Suwon is just truly awkward and clueless in matters about romance, hence his reaction.

But the really shitty thing about this is that when Yona says that it's enough for her that Suwon is a tiny, tiny bit aware of her, Suwon pats her head in a kind gesture, proceeds to give the hairpin to her on her birthday and then turns around and kills her father.

So given what we know now, that he kills Il and breaks the heart of his two best friends, all I can say about him is that he is a big piece of shit.

In these chapters, all we know about him is his kindness and yet his kindness turns out to be a lie. Kusa does give hints that there might be more to him on certain panels, but two particularly stands out to me.

The first one is his reaction after seeing Yona smile at the hairpin that he gave her.

Now at this point, he still had choices: turn back from his plans and choose Yona and Hak, or proceed as planned and turn his back on those two.

And he chose to be cruel.

Now notice that I am not attaching Kohka in his choices, because I truly believe it is an entirely different matter, even if the narrative and the characters keep insisting to us that killing Il and saving Kohka are one and the same. And I will get to that in later chapters. But like, way later. As in around hundreds of chapters later.

Going back, the second stand out Suwon panel to me is this:

This is him facing the consequence of that choice. Here he was, faced with the girl who, in many senses of the word, had no power. She's so powerless, she can't even choose who she can marry, but she was resolute to have a choice, to make it so that she can choose.

And she would have chosen Suwon.

You can tell from Yona's resolution before visiting King Il that she would have done all she can--all the cajoling, all the imploring, all the imperativeness in her spoiled body--just so she doesn't have to give up Suwon.

It's a choice that is impossible for Suwon to make. (Cause he's shitty)

Now, before you tell me that he had an impossible choice, because the choice was between Yona&Hak or Yuhon, all I can say is this: if Suwon wasn't a shitty person, he would have tried to make King Il answer for killing his father without having to resort to completely destroying the two people whose only crime was loving him wholeheartedly.

No, the choice was not between Yona&Hak or Yuhon, the choice was between justice and cruelty. He chose cruetly, because he is a shitty person, as I keep saying.

I will have more to say about Suwon, because I know his character gets expanded in later chapters, but my commentary on the core of his characterization will never change.

And that's it for my first Akatsuki No Yona Commentary Series. I'm sorry that it got so long, but I had to put chapters 1 and 2 together to make this make sense.

I'll be back with more chapter commentaries soon. Please let me know your commentary on these chapters if you love this manga. I would love to read more perspectives, more opinions. And thank you for reading until here. See you next time!

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Hii! I just wanted to say I love your Nefero fics!! If you can, may I request where reader is hanging out with Cleon, (like you know platonically) and Nefero’s like, “what’s so great about him, I’m right here!” And he gets all pouty from lack of attention. (Also do you think you can make fem!reader a kitsune monster?)

Hi hi!

Thank you so much! I'm glad you love the fics of him so far :]

Sure I can make a different reader variation (it's funny I kinda don't describe the reader as any monster so this was interesting to try out)

Also possibly i will make a Cleon x fem! Reader soon

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Male!Nefera DeNile x Kitsune! fem! Reader

Prompt- [Name] is hanging out with Cleon while she's at the brother's house just talking and laughing, then Nefero barges in being all pouty

She/her pronouns

Using [Name] as substitute for y/n

Nickname for reader- my love/my jewel/my queen

Fluff/Nefero being pouty/clingy bf/jealous Nefero

Art not mine found on pinterest

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(Good excuse to use this fanart lol)

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We see Cleon and & [Name] on the couch laughing and giggling, they share funny stories of their respective friend groups and gossip about whatever drama Spector had posted on his Blog that was new to [Name] since now she had graduated a year ago with Nefero.

"Oh my rah! Can you believe that Frankie found a new ghoul just 3 weeks after the previous one? It's crazy how he finds them" he dramatically sighs "that boy is gonna get in trouble with how many ghouls he dates" [Name] laughs "he'll soon find an angry big brother at his doorstep" she takes a sip of her lemonade then placing it down "I wouldn't doubt it either, i mean he's a great guy but we tell him all the time to be careful who you chose to get with next" [Name] nods "that's good, keep trying to put sense into that boy" "Oh please like he'd have the brain cells for that" [Name] throws her head back in laughter "Hahaha stawpp that's mean" she slaps his arm.

"you laughed at it though!" He counters pushing her,causing her to fall "Haha- oof, alright fair" she adjusted herself to sit criss-cross on the lavish rug she holds one of her tail on her lap petting it softly and her ears twitching as she still giggled at the little jab Cleon took on his friend "okay so how's that ghoul you told me about-"

On the other side of the room at the entrance of the living room stood a jealous Nefero practically seething that his little brother had taken his lovely girlfriend when she went to get a glass of lemonade to now talking on the couch with his younger brother

'Why is he taking all her attention she's here for ME not him' Nefero stood their seething in anger "that's it I'm going over there" he walks into the room

[Name] looks over Cleon's shoulder and she realized that Nefero was coming and oh boy he looked pouty/angry 'well guess I overstayed my welcome with Cleon it seems' she gets up dusting the invisible dust from her green cargo pants that where matching with Nefero's

"Hey Nefie" she waves as he gets closer, he huffs through his nose and folds his arms to his chest as he stops in front of her "oh my,we're doing it like that now?" He looks at her with his pouty face, [Name] sighs "looks like I gotta go, see you some other time Cleon,good luck with that ghoul you're talking too" she takes Nefero's arm that is still crossed over his chest and she leads him out the room and to his bedroom

[Name] looks at him as she closes the door behind them, he's still pouty but refuses to speak about it which was fine she'd just had to make it up to him but first he'd have to stop this silly tantrum of jealous

"Do you want to cuddle" she asked him but in turn he only looked to the side in a huff "no" [Name] walked up to him her tails swishing from side to side as she did so "you sureee" she held out her arms and wrapped them around his torso snuggling closer chest to chest "very" she sighed "come on Nefie don't be like that, let's lay down and take a nap" [Name] puts a hand through his hair gently

He didn't budge only looking at her with his purple eyes his face stone cold "i don't think so" [Name] sighed and decided that the best option was to just lay in bed and hope he takes the bait

She walks over to the large king size bed takes of her slippers and gingerly opens the blankets lush velvet covers and gets under them, she wiggles her way in and after a few moments gets very comfortable in the sheets/blankets softness, resting her head in her signature pillow (she had claimed to be for only her when she was at his house) and swiftly went to sleep.

Nefero stood still looking at his ghoulfriend being all cute in his bed, her head was peaking pit revealing her soft (h/t) (h/t) hair and her ears that where now flat on her head in comfort, her breath was steady and calm, oh how hard it was for him to now go over there and cuddle..

"Oh whatever" he grumbles and goes over to the bed, tales of his own house slippers opens the blankets and gets in swiftly, he gets closer to her body and wraps his toned arms around her waist, he cuddles her into his chest and he lays his head on the pillow, looking at [Namd] he knew that staying grumpy wouldn't get him what he wanted, now he had what he wanted for letting go of his jealous, cuddling with her smelling her perfume made him filled with joy and contentment having her here was enough

He freed one of his hands and slowly stroked her hair as gently her fox ears wiggled in response causing him to chuckle softly,as he did not want to wake her, with a final deep breath in, to lavish in her sweet aroma he finally let his body sleep having her warmth was like he was alive once more but this time it was better with [Name] besides him.

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Future author note here-

Apologies for the wait but here you go, hope it's up to you're standards!!

[msfbgraves]

(NSFW) So…Alphas (males) are apparently almost always the tallest and biggest in comparison to male!betas and of course male!omegas. I suppose you have your short Alphas and your tall omegas, but Alphas come across as The Big Guy not only in terms of height, but also durability and power. 

So with regards to this: was Daniel prepared for his wedding night with regards to how big Terry’s dick was lol? Like, surely the poor boy had some knowledge of how uh, large Alphas are. And Terry simply towers over him, so hopefully that gave him a hint.. 

Or if Daniel did not get any warnings, did he get a surprise? Like, one look at Terry’s dick, and Danny was all:

“OMG! Nope, sorry. The deal’s off Mr. Silver—I can’t fit all that inside me without breaking. I weigh like 90lbs soaking wet and I don’t even come up to your shoulder. Have a good night nonetheless, and thanks for the dancing and all those kisses!” 8D

Terry: ???!!! “Hey!!! Danny boy, sweetheart, love, waitaminute!!!” D8

Anyway, I do hope for Danny’s sake Terry prepped him enough…

And lastly: who has the higher sex drive lol? And do they fuck like every night hahaha?

Answer under the cut of course...

Terry didn't show him. He'd made that mistake once and the poor kitty was all tense, heat or no, and even if it did teach him to be patient, it's not a good start.

Terry is a pianist, sweetheart, and he can play bodies too. Patience is the key. First make them feel good and relaxed. Then wind them up a little. Daniel is very cuddly, so use that. Be soft, with just a hint of pressure now and then. Lavish them with praise, but don't tip them over the edge, ever. Only when that lovely hole is soft, flushed with blood, shiny with slick and they're literally begging around your fingers do you start sinking your way in. Hold them against your chest when you do this. All the praise and kisses. Give them time to adjust. When they get erratic stop. You've got all night.

As for sex drive: Terry is a 28 year old Alpha, Daniel is a teenage boy. I don't think anybody fucks every night - Terry works nights! 🤭- but yeah. They fuck. Daniel is a very good student one-on-one. Always has been.

It helps you sleep, doesn't it, and Sleep Is Important!

[cult-of-oldseph]

Hey! Think about daddy who is like 40 and you’re his baby girl who already has a son of idk 3 y/o and daddy loving on your son and spoiling the shit out of him only to see you happy.

I can totally imagine that when he grows up he gets all of Joseph’s personality traits and even a stand. Also I headcanon that one day this guy is fucking his girl in his room and after that joseph gives him advices on how to make girls cum, and the next time he says joseph that she came like a slut!

Pretty stupid idea but I saw this in a dream tonight hahaha

🥺

I just love Joseph being soft around kids. He loves Holly so much, so of course he would lavish his girl's son with love and attention. Her little guy might turn out to be quite the flirt, but she can be confident he'll grow up to be a great man.

And of course, Joseph has to teach him the ways of the world when it comes to sex. Especially how to use his Stand to give the ladies extra pleasure 😎

- Birdie

[otrtbs]

hi nat!!! 🍒🍑 <3

hey hey linds!!! how's it going??

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

love a great found family dynamic esp when they're all sort of ragtag individuals brought together by A Circumstance. that's always the best. also just angst in general between two characters romantic, platonic, whatever, i like heavy angst! like yesss!! break each other's hearts!!!! push the one you love the most past their breaking point because you're the only one who knows how!!!!! do the unforgivable and be forgiven anyway because they love you!!!!! i slurp that mess up like hot soup and i love to write it !!

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

i know i've said this one here before but barty could be a gatsby variant throwing lavish parties to win back regulus (daisy) who is with tom (james) now. and evan would be nick (narrating the whole thing, secretly in love w barty/gatsby you know the vibes) idk why but i feel like barty would love the great gatsby but not for the gilded greed and false american dream themes and motifs but for the parties and opulence of the roaring 20s hahaha

q's from this ask game!

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter. I know it's not Valentine's Day yet, but I wanted to share this short piece I wrote. Enjoy!

A Special Gift

“Manu, why did you bring us here?” Tiphaine asked, confused as to why their stepfather asked her and her sister to meet him at a high-end jewelry store on a Sunday afternoon. 

Emmanuel grinned at his two daughters. “I need your girl's help. I want to buy your mother something very special for Valentine’s Day” 

The sisters ooohhh and awwwed at each other. They had the most romantic and charming stepdad. Money was no issue when it came to spoiling his wife. Lavishing Brigitte with expensive gifts was something he enjoyed doing, even if she said it was the thought that counts.

“Maman has a lot of precious pieces so how about something more personal?” Laurence suggested. “Oh! I know! I know! How about a ring with your birthstones!?”  

Emmanuel nodded with approval. He knew he made the right choice by asking his daughters for help. They had speculator taste - just like their mother. 

“I got it!” Tiphaine slapped his arm. “How about a ring engraved with your initials -  E & B?” 

“Or a charm bracelet with your zodiac signs” Laurence added “Sagittarius & Aries” 

Emmanuel loved all the ideas Tiphaine and Laurence were suggesting. Unfortunately, after talking to the girls and the sales clerk, he left empty-handed. 

“I’ll come up with something” He promised them. After kissing both of their cheeks, he promptly travelled home. He didn’t want to raise suspicion with Brigitte. Glancing down at his watch, he realized he had been out of the house for 2 hours. Luckily, Sebastian was keeping her busy (another one of Emmanuel’s plans). 

Finally, the time had come for him to pick up the gift at the jewelry store. Two weeks ago, Emmanuel had come up with an idea on his own. He got busy drawing a mock-up of how he wanted the special piece to look. Once he was satisfied, he took his sketch to the jewelry store. He was assured his design was feasible.

The jeweller returned from the backroom holding a red velvet box. 

“Mr. Macron, would you like to see the piece before I wrap it up?” The woman asked. 

“Yes! Please” He was ready to see how the necklace he designed turned out. 

Seeing his creation come to fruition took his breath away. “It’s amazing. Thank you! Thank you!” Inside a gold heart were the letters: B, E, S, L, T 

“If you don’t mind me asking, Sir, what does it stand for?” The jeweller asked. “It’s not a real word, is it?” 

“The B is for my wife. I’m the E. And the S, L and T are our three children’s initials” Emmanuel beamed with pride. “You met my beautiful daughters. I brought them with me two weeks ago” 

“Wow, that’s a very thoughtful gift. Your wife is a lucky lady.” 

“I’m the lucky one” 

Helloooo Winter! ❤️

Hahaha Emmanuel going shopping with the girls but ending up deciding on his own later hahaha because you know, he’s the boss 😏

Aaaww the gift with all of their initials 🥺🥰 Manu, if you ever need a gift idea, Winter just gave you one hahaha

Brigitte will love it! 🥰

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[zhongrin]

My DPS team with hickeys tho…

I really think all of em will show it off, but in vastly different ways.

Kaeya will be casual around it until someone asks and he’s like “Esther gave me that hickey. We had quite the intimate moment.”

Keqing will be kinda embarrassed about it and will just mutter I did this to her, but not hide the hickeys except when she goes to the Jade Palace because god forbid Ningguang asks. “Oh, um…they gave it to me. Wh- No!! I did not…enjoy it, totally!”

Yanfei’ll be really embarrassed as well, loosely covering it up when she goes to lawyer work but just admiring it in front of the mirror, tracing every single one. “Huh, that afternoon really was real…”

Wanderer is a fucking WHORE. He’ll parade that shit in front of Sumeru City because he has no shame with that silk see-through shirt and will probably remove it NOT THAT IM COMPLAINING when he sees ME being embarrassed instead. “Why am I taking my bodysuit off? To show those marks you gave me, of course. What? You’re embarrassed? Heh. You’re the one who gave that marks to me. Why would I keep it hidden?”

Plot twist: i gave em all hickeys on the same day. Shenanigans ensue.

also i’m sorry if i’m dominating yer askbox AAAAA

hslsdjlsdklsfjs yum yum oh yesss.... lmao kaeya is all casual about it till someone is brave enough to point it out. immediately he's prattling off all the details about how you had lavished him with love like a proud peacock lol

OH GOSH THE CHAOS HAHAHA all 4 of them stumbling across each other and the spiderman meme ensues hdkdkksljdslj run esther run

i would love to give hickeys to zhongli and al haitham but these two men dress like a nun so uhh yeah that's not gonna work- but that's ok i'll be the one who shows off all the hickeys from them instead-

BESTIE DONT YOU DARE APOLOGIZE I LOVE SEEING PPL IN MY ASKBOX!!!! <3

[futurewife]

Omg you selfship with Adrian? That's so cool! As his resident bestie he has come to me to tell you that he's super duper in love with you and thinks you're amazing!

- @lacey-lovestruck-loser

(btw I just sent a follow from my main blog @cuteness-is-the-word)

hi!!! 🩷🩷 Nice to meet you @lacey-lovestruck-loser !!! I received this message with all the gravity of it coming from Adrian's bestie. It means a lot to me that it was so kind cause of course I would want you to approve hahaha. Trust me he is very much lavished with affection and attention around here. You'll have to tell me more about your friendship! I'll have to tell him I'm actually at least ten times more super duper in love with him and think he's amazing.

[keefsteef]

soooo i know i’m already lining your inbox with my reblogs but i simply MUST know your favorite song off of each van halen album 🤩 !!! you can also tell me the songs you aren’t particularly partial to as well if you wanttt but no pressure 🤭🤭🤭

ilyyyy and keep dragging our dearest boys through the mud 😍😍😍

HI XOXOX ✨🤩✨

This was SO DIFFICULT 😭☠️ but anyway let's get into ittt...

VAN HALEN:

I am 100% a trooper for ain't talkin bout love. I do sometimes cheat on her for jamies cryin...but I always come home 😩‼️ I just can't ever get over the riff, the bassline, the drums, and David sounded SO REALLL!

It forever will have me by the ankles 🛐. As for what I didn't like on the album, I really don't have a song in particular. I know I had to warm up to atomic punk, but even before warming up to it I still did quite enjoy it.

VAN HALEN II:

OUTTA LOVE AGAIN 😩‼️I looooove when I can clearly hear David is full on feeling himself and confident, and I think it really shines here. And lmaooo I don't know what sort of pokey poke tappity tap shizzle frazzle bam bam Edward even did on that solo, but whatever it was, unsecured my edges 🛐 he DID THAT. I also found the drums and bass a slay.

Light Up The Sky also had a PRETTTYYYYY SNATCHWORTHY FALSETTO MOMENT ON IT THOUGH 😩 I'll give David a win there. As for a track I didn't like, once again, not really one I didn't like.

FAIR WARNING:

Push Comes To Shove is my wife and we frequently go out to dinner and take lavish yacht trips 😩❤️ I love her so 🌼

No but seriously...I don't like it when people say David couldn't ever sing because PERSONALLYYYY this is an example that that's absolutely not the truth. He was so wonderfully husky here, and that outro where he went AHHHHH or whatever, was the moment.

Edward did his thing with the guitar on this song too, I can't ever get the solo out my mind, I even hear it while buying butter or whatever 😭☠️ the bassline and drums were also stellar, and I love how the lyrics seem a bit more invasive than usual. To ME it sort of contradicts David's "lol I don't take relationships seriously" monicker...

Babe clearly someone hurt you , we all hear it 😭‼️

One foot out the door pissed me off a little because it's too fucking good to be that damn SHORT ! 👺... BUT once again... nothing I had any particular qualms with.

WACF:

Loss of control is my ride or die 🤩, It sort of to me just wraps up van halen as a whole. It feels all over the place, anxiety inducing (like David's fashion), and chaotic. Them-core. Plus Alexander beat those drums like they talked shit about his mama 😩 I enjoyed that.

I will admit that I am a recovering everybodywantssomehater 💔 it used to make me feel like David was chasing me through some Amazon forest trying to make me drink an elixir, and I was NOOOOT FEELING ITTTTT. BUT... around the 13th listen I decided you know what, open your mind, it's not that bad, and I like the song now.

Mostly just for the guitar but 😭 I'll come around.

I'm now realizing I fucked up the order of albums but I do not feel like doing all the copy pasting and moving around 🔪 so let's proceed...

DIVER DOWN:

Secrets my beloved...I've found that I love when David SINGS. His messing around and random screeching is cute and cool or whatever, but I trulyyyy enjoy when he shows versatility vocally. I loved what he vocally did here. Michael, Edward and Alexander ate as per usualllll that's no surprise, but David really is what swayed me to this song.

Not that I don't like itttttt but I'm still warming up to oh pretty woman. I think I've just got to be in the mood for it. Or maybe I'm so accustomed to the Roy version, I don't know, but I'll keep updated hahaha.

1984:

GIRL GONE BAD! I LOOOOVE the guitar drums and bass here, David did his thing. I haven't got much else to say in depth , but this one I definitely listen to more than jump. Nothing on the album I've got qualms with...

5150:

Dreams 🥴, Samuel SANGGGG and did what he needed to do, and I loved that Edward got to do his thing with the keyboards. I also love the songs message! I also enjoy best of both worlds though...

I NEEEEED to re-listen to the last 4 albums actually before I decide on those, I'll be sure I make a separate post about it 🤩❤️ thank you for the ask and I DEFINITELY WILL CONTINUE TO DRAG THEM TO FILTHHHH 👺👺👺👺 love yew too

[lleldey]

Thank you for answering my ask and tbh, it takes me forever to process everything lol 😂 i was like, “I should’ve asked one at a time” HALAJAKAHAHA anyways, I was shocked knowing that they got married at a very young age! I thought they were 24 at least 😳 Now I understand why they didn’t consider having a child. (Freaking love the idea of how the two met I hope there can be a drabble about it hahaha OR PT 2 W/ FLASHBACKS 🤣)

but why do they end up marrying each other at a very young age? (SORRY I HAVE SO MUCH QUESTION PLS DO A PT2 HAHAHA lol just kidding… unless? HAJAHA)

I do agree that both of them need to see a mental health professional. I mean, MC’s POV is so much to take that sometimes, I also feel how anxious, terrified and traumatic she feels esp the scene where MC run away when jk found out that they got divorced bc I got goosebumps 🫣

Now I understand why jk doesn’t want a mental health professional. Tbh if I was in his situation, I might go crazy like literally bc I could never handle the situation he has like damn.

Sorry I got a lot of things to say but I freaking love TBV to the point that I haven’t started reading LIAG (bc im planning too hehe) pt.2 maybeeeee? JK HAHAHAHA unless…? LMAO LUV U

Hi!! Gotta love the subliminal requests for pt.2 😂

Therapy is great! Hardest part is to acknowledge you need it - anon, we would be in the same boat, I would def go crazy myself

From my personal experience, people that get into relationships young, tend to move through every step at a lighting speed. One of my closest friends got engaged within a year of knowing the guy, aaand she was 16/17 at the time? Now they are separated. So, yeah, insane, would not recommend.

But for TBV couple; JK was endeared since day 1 by our MC, within like 2 months all of their free-time was spent together. JK introduced her to the lavish life - first row in sold-out concerts, theatre plays all across the world with the fam, dinner parties with her favourite artists, and even the small things - getting collected from work, rather than using the public transportation; but on the other hand, MC showed him a side he was not accustomed to - drive-through cinemas, rave parties, watching football in pubs with her schoolmates.

If you spend that much time with someone, you get accustomed real quick, especially if it’s your first love. It wasn’t an over-thinker when he proposed, even less so when they got married. It just made sense. On the same note, he def introduced MC to his fams within a month; they were curious who’s the girl he’s sneaking out to, even more so when it took half an hour for him to say goodbyes after every theatre play. I imagine Jin teasing him the whole way back, and JK just proudly smiling, not denying anything.

Uuu, do tell how it goes when you read LIAG! Not sure if it will be your cup of tea, as it’s very different from TBV, and the first chapters are more or less for background building/character development. But along the way, it gets very serious, honestly the darkest story I’m writing by a long shot. But LIAG is a series, so it takes a while. And on the same note - I need to check myself and finally start writing the next chapter, TBV is living in my mind rent-free, and it’s about time it moves out 😭

But your requests might fulfil, and after LIAG a drabble might come 👀 but no promises!!!!!!!!