#Sharing-and-Visibility-Designer Study Guide

[leejenowrld]

new me — lee jeno smut

pairing — soft dom! jeno x reader, strangers to lovers

genre — smut, fluff

word count — 12.5k

synopsis — moving to a new college mid-term wasn’t part of the plan, but neither was jeno. all it takes is one tour guide, one party, one shared look, and suddenly you’re in his bed, legs wrapped around his waist, his cock stretching you so perfectly you forget why you ever hesitated. he’s addictive, and the way he fucks you—slow, deep, like he’s already yours—makes it impossible not to fall apart beneath him.

authors note — happy new year’s eve, my loves 🖤 this is my final fic of 2024, and what a year it’s been. my first on tumblr, and i’m so grateful to have found this community and shared my works with you all! consider this a little gift to celebrate the new year and hitting a follower milestone <3. honestly, this isn’t my best work, but who cares—I’m in a full-on jeno head rot. it’s just smut, with a little build-up, but the smut is so soft, so warm, it’s ridiculous. soft dom jeno is at a solid 10000/10 here. yes, oc and jeno just met. yes, they’re already stupidly possessive over each other. enjoy! also this is not proof read.  

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December 23rd, 

The campus was unnervingly quiet, the kind of quiet that made the crunch of your boots against the frosted ground sound louder than it should. Snow-dusted trees lined the sprawling stone paths, and the chill in the air felt heavy, pressing against your chest. Your breath curled visibly as you approached the grand administration building ahead, its towering columns and arched windows casting long shadows against the gray sky. The facade, a blend of historic elegance and modern design, loomed cold and uninviting, its grandeur only making the campus feel more deserted. The email inviting you for an early induction had sounded welcoming, even reassuring, but as you walked through the silent, snow-covered grounds, a quiet unease began to settle in your chest. Without the usual hum of students rushing past, every step made the sense of not quite belonging sink a little deeper.

Transferring to a new college in the middle of the term was far from ideal, but the opportunity had been impossible to pass up. This wasn’t just any institution—it was one of the most prestigious in the country, known for its groundbreaking research and distinguished faculty. Among them was Professor Doyoung Kim, a name spoken with reverence in academic circles. As head of the engineering department, he was a pioneer in his field, renowned for his contributions to sustainable design and innovative technology. His work had been published in journals you’d once pored over late into the night, dreaming of a future where you might cross paths with such minds. This wasn’t simply a college; it was a launching pad for the kind of career you’d always envisioned. Despite the awkward timing, despite the upheaval, the chance to study here—under the guidance of someone like Kim—was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The anxiety you carried was undeniable, but so was the quiet, determined thrill that you were here, stepping into a world you’d only imagined.

Inside, the warmth was faint, and the echo of your footsteps only deepened the emptiness of the halls. When your eyes landed on him, you almost stopped in your tracks. Professor Doyoung Kim greeted you at the main office, standing tall in a perfectly tailored suit that seemed to amplify his presence. His composed demeanor and sharp features radiated authority, a stark reminder of the name you’d read about countless times in academic journals. He wasn’t just an acclaimed professor; he was a pioneer, a mind you had long admired from afar. Seeing him in person left you momentarily stunned, the reality of his stature hitting you harder than you expected. Yet, despite his intimidating reputation, there was a kindness in his sharp gaze that softened the edges of your nervousness, making it hard to feel entirely overwhelmed.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth and professional, “I’m glad you came in today so we could make you feel welcome and show you around—especially on such late notice.”

You nodded, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag. “Thank you. I appreciate the opportunity.”

Doyoung smiled faintly, gesturing for you to follow him down the hall. “You’re an exceptional student,” he added, his tone factual rather than complimentary. “It’s not every year we get someone with your academic track record. We’re excited to have you join us next term.”

You nodded again, your throat tightening as you fell into step beside him. His words didn’t feel like flattery—they felt like a challenge, a subtle reflection of the expectations you carried with you. Years of meticulous effort had built your academic reputation, but the thought of starting over, proving yourself in an unfamiliar environment, pressed heavily on your chest. Confidence in your abilities wasn’t the issue—it was the weight of living up to the opportunity you’d been given.

As Professor Kim walked you through the structure of the semester, your nerves began to shift, settling into a focused hum. He spoke about the program’s intensity, the emphasis on collaboration, and the resources available to students with the kind of precision that made his words reassuring. His voice was calm, steady, even soothing in its way. But just as you started to feel more at ease, you turned a corner and collided with someone, the impact snapping you out of your thoughts like a jolt.

“Oh—sorry!” you stammered, stepping back quickly as your bag nearly slipped from your shoulder.

The person you bumped into barely moved, his tall frame unyielding as he glanced down at you with an expression that was impossible to read. His dark hair fell into his eyes, brushing against furrowed brows, and his lips pressed into a firm, unimpressed line. He looked like he had better things to do, like your clumsiness had interrupted something far more important.

But then his gaze lingered, his sharp eyes catching on the curve of your face, the hurried apology spilling from your lips. The tension in his brow eased, the faintest shift in his expression betraying a flicker of interest. His gaze softened as it traced over you—curious now, lingering just a second too long. His disinterest cracked, just enough to reveal something more, as if you’d momentarily pulled his focus away from whatever had consumed it before.

“Great,” Doyoung interrupted smoothly, stepping between the two of you. “Jeno, meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Jeno. He’s one of our top students in the department. Jeno, would you mind showing her around? Make sure she gets the full tour.”

Jeno exhaled slowly through his nose, his expression settling into something impassive, though his jaw twitched slightly. He pulled his headphones down to rest around his neck, the movement deliberate as his eyes flicked from Doyoung to you.

“Sure,” he said, the word falling flat, edged with reluctance, though the weight of his gaze told a different story. His eyes swept over your face, sharp and deliberate, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. The curve of his mouth twitched, the barest hint of a smirk playing there, like he knew exactly what his presence did to you. “I’ll show you around. Try not to bump into anyone else, though.”

Doyoung nodded approvingly, clapping Jeno lightly on the shoulder. “Good. I’ll leave you two to it. Y/N, if you have any questions, feel free to reach out.” With that, he walked away, his footsteps fading into the stillness, leaving the two of you standing far too close in the empty hallway.

You couldn’t ignore the way Jeno’s gaze lingered, his posture relaxed but his eyes anything but. He didn’t look thrilled to be stuck with this task, but there was something else beneath the surface—an intensity in the way his gaze dipped briefly to your lips before returning to meet your eyes. It made the air between you feel heavy, charged, like it held secrets you weren’t ready to name.

“Hi,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper, though it felt deafening in the quiet.

He tilted his head slightly, his dark hair falling just into his eyes, and the corner of his mouth quirked up, almost imperceptibly. “Hi.”

The single word wasn’t warm or overly friendly—it was casual, almost dismissive—but the way his voice dropped made it feel personal, intimate. His gaze stayed locked on yours, unwavering, as though he was studying you, searching for something unspoken in your reaction.

“So,” he said after a moment, his voice low, his fingers adjusting the strap of his backpack in a slow, deliberate motion that somehow drew your attention. “Where do you want to start? Library? Labs? Or are we just walking aimlessly?”

“The library,” you said quickly, your voice trembling slightly under the weight of his gaze. “If that’s okay.”

He nodded, the slight tilt of his head carrying an ease you couldn’t replicate, then turned without another word, gesturing for you to follow. You fell into step beside him, your heartbeat quickening with every silent second that passed. His pace was slow, unhurried, the sound of his boots on the stone path matching your own as the quiet between you deepened—not awkward, but charged, as if even the spaces between his words carried weight.

The campus looked entirely different with Jeno leading the way. The snow-dusted paths that had felt cold and uninviting now seemed softened, the towering stone buildings framing your surroundings rather than looming over them. But it wasn’t just the campus—it was him. The faint brush of his arm as he walked too close, the subtle warmth of his presence despite the icy chill of the air, the way his voice resonated low and steady, grounding you in the unfamiliarity of the moment.

“That’s the dining hall,” he said, his tone casual, though a subtle rasp in his voice made the words feel heavier. “Food’s decent most days. Breakfast is worth getting up for, but lunch and dinner… well, you’ll survive.”

You nodded, your throat dry as you tried to focus on his words, but your attention was pulled elsewhere—drawn to the way his lips moved when he spoke, the casual flick of his hand as he gestured toward the building. His tone wasn’t unfriendly, but there was a distance in it, like he wasn’t fully invested in the conversation. Yet, every so often, his gaze would flick to you, quick and sharp, as though he was studying the way you reacted to him, the way your breath caught or your steps faltered.

When you reached the engineering labs—a sleek glass building that gleamed even under the muted winter light—his voice softened, the shift so subtle it was almost imperceptible. “You’ll probably spend most of your time here,” he said, his words slower now, his gaze flicking briefly to yours before continuing. “Professors are good, but they don’t mess around.”

“Sounds intense,” you said, your voice lighter, though the slight tremor betrayed you.

“It is,” he replied, but his gaze lingered, dark and steady, his eyes tracing the curve of your face before meeting yours with a heat that made your stomach twist. His lips curved slightly, the faintest smirk appearing as though he’d noticed your reaction and found it amusing. “But you look like the type who can handle it.”

The words hit harder than they should have, his voice low and deliberate, laced with something that felt heavier than casual observation. His eyes stayed on yours, unyielding, as if daring you to deny it. The air between you seemed thicker, his presence pressing into the space in a way that made your chest tighten and your breath falter.

You looked away quickly, your cheeks warming despite the icy air, but the weight of his gaze lingered, wrapping around you like a thread you couldn’t quite untangle. There was something unspoken in the way he looked at you, in the way his voice dipped just for you, and it left your pulse pounding in your ears as the moment stretched on, charged with a tension neither of you dared to name.

When you reached the library, the sheer scale of it stole your breath. Rows of books stretched endlessly in every direction, the warm glow of the lights above casting a golden hue across the polished wood floors. High ceilings arched overhead, their grandeur somehow both awe-inspiring and calming. Jeno stepped ahead of you, pushing the heavy door open with one hand, his other casually stuffed into his jacket pocket.

“Best place on campus,” he said, his voice carrying an unbothered confidence that seemed to come naturally to him. He stepped aside, holding the door open for you as though it required no thought, just instinct. “Quiet, warm, and the coffee’s decent—if you know where to get it.”

You stepped inside, the subtle warmth of the space enveloping you immediately. The scent of aged paper and polished wood filled the air, grounding you in a way that felt almost nostalgic. Even though the library was nearly empty, the quiet hum of central heating and the faint rustle of a page turning somewhere in the distance made it feel alive. You glanced around, taking it all in, and found yourself speaking before you’d even realized.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, the words falling softly into the stillness.

Jeno’s lips curved, faint amusement flickering across his face as his eyes followed your reaction. “Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost thoughtful as his gaze moved across the room—but not for long. His eyes returned to you, lingering, as though drawn back against his will. “It’s not bad,” he added, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smirk that felt deliberate, though his gaze seemed far more interested in you than the grandeur of the space.

He led you deeper into the library, his steps measured, his voice low as he pointed out various sections. His explanations were quick, almost perfunctory, as though he’d done this routine countless times. But there was something about the way he moved, the way his occasional glances seemed to linger on you before snapping back to the shelves, that made your heart skip.

“This is where most people camp out during finals,” he said, gesturing to a cluster of study tables near a large window. Snowflakes drifted outside, soft and slow, the courtyard below blanketed in white. “If you’re lucky, you’ll find a spot without someone snoring next to you.”

The dryness of his humor caught you off guard, and you let out a quiet laugh, the sound surprising even yourself. His smirk widened slightly, and for a moment, the distance he carried seemed to fade, replaced by something easier, more comfortable. There was a steadiness about him, an unspoken confidence in the way he occupied space, and though your nerves still hummed beneath the surface, his presence made you feel oddly grounded in the vast unfamiliarity of the moment.

Jeno led you out of the library and back into the chill of the afternoon, his steps unhurried as he gestured toward a path branching off to the left. The cold nipped at your cheeks, but his presence kept you anchored, the warmth of his voice cutting through the bite of the wind.

“There’s a café just ahead,” he said, glancing over at you briefly. “If you ever need a break between classes, it’s a decent spot to hide out. Quiet enough most of the time, though it gets crowded around finals.”

The path wound past a small courtyard, snow blanketing the benches and casting a soft glow under the pale sunlight. You followed him, falling easily into step beside him, and for a moment, you let yourself settle into the calmness he seemed to carry.

“It sounds perfect,” you said, your voice lighter now, the tension in your chest easing with each step.

“It’s not bad,” Jeno replied, his tone casual. Then, as though letting you in on a secret, he added, “The hot chocolate’s better than the coffee, though. Just don’t tell anyone I said that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the unexpected confession, a quiet laugh slipping past your lips. “Noted. I’ll keep it between us.”

The café came into view, a cozy space nestled between two older campus buildings, its wide windows fogged with the warmth inside. Jeno held the door open for you again, his hand resting lightly against the frame as he gestured you in. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wrapped around you the moment you stepped inside, and the soft hum of conversation made the space feel alive but not overwhelming.

“This is probably my favorite spot,” he admitted as he followed you in, his voice dropping slightly, as though the quieter surroundings demanded it. “I usually come here before late lectures. Keeps me sane.”

The warmth of the space settled over you, and for the first time since arriving on campus, you felt yourself fully relax. You glanced around, noticing the mix of students tucked into booths and perched at small tables, their heads bent over laptops and textbooks. A few of them glanced up as you walked by, their eyes trailing not you, but Jeno.

At first, you thought they were curious about you—your unfamiliar face drawing attention in a space that likely had its regulars. But the looks lingered, darting to Jeno with recognition and, in some cases, something like admiration. You caught snippets of whispers as you passed, words you couldn’t quite make out but felt like they weren’t about you at all.

Jeno, however, seemed oblivious—or maybe just unaffected. He moved with the same easy confidence he’d shown since you first bumped into him, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders relaxed. If he noticed the way people looked at him, the way their conversations quieted as he passed, he didn’t let it show.

“Want to grab something?” he asked, nodding toward the counter.

You shook your head, still distracted by the way the atmosphere shifted around him. “No, I’m okay. Thanks.”

Jeno only gave you a faint glance, his brows lifting briefly as if to say sure you are, before turning toward the counter. A few quiet words exchanged with the barista, and he returned moments later with a pistachio muffin and a steaming cup of hot chocolate in hand. He held them out to you, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips when you hesitated.

“Take it,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for refusal. “Trust me—you don’t want to miss this.”

Flustered, you accepted the muffin, the warmth of the hot chocolate seeping through the paper cup as you cradled it in your hands. Your cheeks warmed as you tore off a piece of the muffin, the soft, nutty sweetness melting on your tongue.

“It’s good,” you admitted quietly, looking up at him as he leaned against a nearby table.

“Of course it is,” he said, taking the other half of the muffin and popping it into his mouth, chewing with a casualness that only added to the ease he carried. His gaze flicked to you briefly as you sipped the hot chocolate, your eyes widening slightly at the rich, velvety flavor.

“This is…” you trailed off, unable to find the right word, but the awe in your expression said enough.

He chuckled softly, his voice low as he leaned in just enough to make the moment feel conspiratorial. “Don’t tell anyone about this hot chocolate. It’s my secret weapon during finals, and if word gets out, I’ll know who to blame.”

You giggled, warmth curling in your chest at his tone. “I’ll treasure it, I promise,” you said, holding the cup up as though swearing allegiance to the drink.

His smile widened just slightly, a flicker of something warmer passing through his eyes before he straightened. “Good,” he said, gesturing toward the door.

The cold hit you again as you stepped back outside, the sharp air a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the café. Jeno slipped his hands into his pockets, tilting his head toward another path.

“Next stop,” he said, his breath visible in the chill, “the engineering building. Probably the place you’ll end up hating most by the end of the semester.”

You followed him down a narrow walkway, the sleek glass exterior of the engineering labs coming into view ahead. Inside, the air was hushed, the long corridors lined with lecture halls and labs that hummed faintly with the buzz of equipment left running. Jeno’s voice softened as he showed you around, pointing out the key areas with an easy familiarity that made you feel less overwhelmed.

“That’s the main lab,” he said, gesturing through a glass panel at a sprawling space filled with machinery and workstations. “If you’re lucky, you’ll end up with a professor who doesn’t believe in piling on assignments over the weekend. If not…” He gave you a knowing glance, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’ll survive,” you said, smiling back.

“You will,” he agreed, his tone warmer now. “It’s not all bad. Once you get into a rhythm, it’s… almost fun. Almost.”

His dry humor caught you off guard again, and you found yourself laughing softly as he continued walking. The tension you’d felt earlier in the day had almost entirely faded, replaced by a quiet sense of ease you hadn’t expected.

Yet, as you passed by groups of students, you noticed the stares again—subtle at first, but growing more frequent. Heads turned as Jeno walked by, some students offering nods of acknowledgment, others sneaking glances that lingered just a second too long. You felt the weight of their gazes and assumed it was because you were new, someone unfamiliar walking through spaces they knew so well. But then you realized their focus wasn’t on you at all.

It was on Jeno.

He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t change his stride or posture, but the quiet magnetism he carried seemed to draw people in without him needing to say a word. The way he moved—confident but not cocky, approachable yet distant���held an effortless allure, and the attention he received seemed so natural, so ingrained in the fabric of who he was, that he didn’t even notice it anymore.

But you did. And it left you wondering just how much more there was to Jeno than what he was letting you see.

The thought lingered, settling into your chest like a spark waiting to catch. He slowed as you reached a fork in the path, turning toward you with that same effortless composure, his hands still tucked into his pockets. His gaze held yours briefly, steady but unreadable, and for a moment, the air between you felt heavier than the quiet around you.

“Do you need me to show you anything else? Or…?” he asked, his tone calm, neutral, yet carrying an undercurrent that made your stomach twist.

You shook your head quickly, not trusting yourself to say much. “No, I think I’m good,” you murmured, your voice softer than you intended.

“You sure?”

You nodded again, though the look in both of your eyes felt unreadable—something almost feral and dangerous simmering just beneath the surface. The intensity of it made your chest tighten, your breath catching slightly as you managed a soft hum of confirmation.

He smiled then, slow and deliberate, and something about the curve of his lips made the tension between you feel impossibly sharp.

You never imagined your first day at a new college would end like this—naked beneath a man whose body pressed so intimately against yours, his heat swallowing you whole.

Lee Jeno.

His bare skin was warm and firm against yours, the weight of his body grounding you as though he was the only thing tethering you to reality. His face hovered just above yours, dark eyes soft but intent, holding a depth that made your breath catch. He wasn’t just looking at you—he was taking you in, like every detail mattered. A faint smile played on his lips, teasing but tender, as though he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than either of you could admit.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” he murmured, his voice low, his breath brushing your lips. His words weren’t rushed or rehearsed—they spilled out like a confession, a secret meant only for you. “Since the second I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

The sound of his voice sent a soft shiver down your spine, your body arching slightly toward him before you could stop yourself. His gaze flicked to yours, his smile widening just enough to show he noticed. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned closer, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was gentle at first, testing, like he was savoring every second. But as you pressed into him, your hands sliding up to his neck, fingers threading into his hair, the kiss deepened.

You moaned softly against his mouth, the sound escaping before you could stifle it, but Jeno didn’t hesitate. He tilted his head, kissing you deeper, slower, his lips moving against yours with a rhythm that felt intoxicating. His hands slid along your sides, his touch featherlight but warm, steadying you, grounding you in the heat building between you.

“I don’t do this,” you murmured, your words breaking softly against his lips as you pulled back just enough to speak.

His brows furrowed slightly, his expression shifting as his gaze locked onto yours. “Do what?” he asked, his voice quiet but filled with curiosity.

“This,” you whispered, your voice trembling, the weight of the admission sinking into the space between you.

Jeno’s lips twitched, a flicker of amusement breaking through his seriousness, but there was no mockery in his expression—only tenderness. “What are we doing?” he murmured, his tone dropping lower as he leaned closer, his forehead brushing yours. “I’m not even—fuck—I haven’t even been inside you yet. All we’re doing is kissing.”

“That still means a lot to me,” you admitted, your voice quiet but firm, your eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that left you feeling bare in a way his touch never could.

His smirk softened, his expression melting into something warmer, more open. “Me too,” he said softly, his voice brushing against your skin as his hand moved to cradle your jaw. His thumb swept along your cheek as he kissed you again, slower this time, pouring everything unspoken into the touch of his lips against yours.

You kissed him back, your hands slipping down to rest against his shoulders, tracing the curve of his muscles as your lips moved together. “Can we just… kiss for now?” you murmured between breaths, your voice tinged with hesitance but steady. “I’m not—I’m not ready for more yet.”

Jeno pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours as his hand slid down to rest against your waist. “Of course,” he said, his tone soft and filled with understanding, the words settling between you like a promise.

A faint laugh escaped his lips, the sound low and warm, as his forehead rested lightly against yours. You swallowed, your cheeks flushed as you took in the softness in his gaze, his warmth grounding you.

“I thought I was ready to fuck,” you whispered, the words spilling out before you could stop them. Your voice was quiet, trembling slightly, but the truth of it lingered heavily in the space between you. “But I’m not.”

Jeno paused, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that softened almost immediately into understanding. His thumb brushed gently against your jaw, his touch steady and comforting.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “that’s okay.” His lips curved into a faint smile, and he leaned in, brushing the lightest kiss against your forehead before returning to hover just above your lips. “I get it. We’ll go slow. Whatever you want.”

The two of you melted into each other, the weight of your bodies pressed together as you kissed deeply. Jeno’s hands roamed lightly over your skin, not demanding, but exploring, each touch deliberate and careful. His fingertips grazed your sides, his palms warm against your waist as his lips moved against yours in a rhythm that felt unending.

Soft moans escaped both of you, the sounds mixing with the faint rustle of the sheets as you shifted closer, your bodies aligning instinctively. His lips traveled down to your jaw, brushing kisses along the curve before returning to your mouth, capturing you in another deep kiss that left your head spinning.

He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing yours as he smiled—a soft, almost shy smile that felt intimate in a way words couldn’t capture. And when you smiled back, his eyes flicked to your lips, his breath catching as though he couldn’t look away.

Time faded as you made out with him, your hands exploring the lines of his shoulders, the curve of his neck, while his touch mirrored yours with the same careful reverence. It wasn’t about rushing toward something more—it was about this, the closeness, the heat, the way his lips felt like they could drown out the rest of the world.

Between kisses, his lips brushed against yours in a pause, his voice soft and low. “I hope I’ve helped you settle in,” he murmured, the words carrying a quiet warmth that sent a shiver through you.

Your breath hitched, and you managed a faint, breathless laugh, leaning into him as your fingers tangled in his hair. “You have,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you kissed him again, pouring the weight of your gratitude and everything unspoken into the connection.

December 31st

The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the apartment’s sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You sat cross-legged on your bed, staring at the few clothes you’d pulled from your closet and thrown across the mattress. None of them felt right, and the familiar swirl of hesitation churned in your stomach.

Chaewon, your roommate, was perched on the arm of the couch in the corner, flipping through her phone but stealing occasional glances at you. She’d been patient—so sweet and supportive since you moved in—but her enthusiasm for the night ahead was clear.

“You know,” she began, her voice light and playful, “you’ve been staring at the same pile of clothes for the past ten minutes.”

You groaned softly, leaning back on your hands. “Nothing feels… right. I don’t know what to wear.”

Chaewon set her phone down and came over, her steps light against the hardwood floors. “It’s just a party,” she said, sitting at the edge of your bed and reaching for one of the sweaters you’d discarded. “You’re overthinking it.”

“I know,” you admitted, sighing. “I just—I don’t want to feel out of place.”

“You won’t,” she said, her tone reassuring but not dismissive. She pulled out a plaid skirt you hadn’t touched in months and held it up, eyeing it critically. “What about this? With that cardigan you wore last week—the cute one with the buttons?”

You tilted your head, considering it. “You think that’s okay?”

“More than okay,” she said, smiling as she laid the pieces next to each other. “It’s adorable, but not over the top. It’s perfect for New Year’s.”

You hesitated, your hands brushing over the fabric of the skirt. “I don’t know… it feels like a lot.”

“It’s not,” she insisted, her voice warm but firm. “It’s fun and cute and still very you. Trust me on this.”

Something about her tone made you relax a little. Chaewon had a way of making things seem easier, simpler, like the world didn’t have to feel so complicated all the time. You nodded, picking up the skirt and standing to hold it against yourself.

“Okay,” you said, glancing at her. “I’ll give it a shot.”

“Good choice,” she said, grinning.

The next half hour passed in a calm, comfortable rhythm. You changed into the outfit she’d suggested, smoothing the hem of the skirt and adjusting the cardigan over your shoulders. The warmth of the wool felt grounding, and when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you didn’t hate what you saw.

Chaewon was busy slipping into her own dress, a sleek black number that hugged her frame perfectly. She paired it with boots that gave her just enough height to make her stride commanding but not intimidating.

“You look amazing,” you said without thinking, and Chaewon laughed, a soft, genuine sound.

“Thanks,” she said, running her hands over the fabric. “You do too, by the way.”

You smiled, fiddling with the buttons on your cardigan. “I don’t know if I feel ready for this.”

“You don’t have to be ready,” she said, her voice gentle as she stepped closer. “You just have to go. Try to have fun. That’s all that matters tonight.”

The simplicity of her words made you pause. She wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding anything of you—just encouraging you to take a small step out of your comfort zone.

“Thanks, Chaewon,” you said softly, your voice carrying more gratitude than you could put into words.

She shrugged, her smile easy and warm. “That’s what roommates are for.”

You both finished getting ready in companionable silence, the occasional murmur of shared thoughts filling the space. When you sat on the edge of your bed to lace up your boots, Chaewon glanced over at you again.

“Okay, be honest,” she said, tilting her head as she studied you. “Do you feel good?”

You thought about it, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your skirt. “Yeah,” you said after a moment, surprised by how true it felt. “I think I do.”

“Good,” she said, her grin widening. She grabbed her jacket from the back of a chair and threw it on. “Because tonight is going to be fun. I promise.”

Her optimism was infectious, and as you grabbed your own coat and followed her to the door, you found yourself starting to believe her. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You needed optimism. You needed something to distract you from the quiet storm that had been swirling in your mind ever since that night. You hadn’t told Chaewon about Jeno, about how he’d stayed at your apartment, how the two of you had crossed boundaries you hadn’t even known you were capable of crossing. It wasn’t something you did—hooking up with someone you’d barely met felt entirely too intimate, too raw, too unfamiliar.

And yet, it had happened. You could still feel the weight of his hands on your hips, the way his lips moved against yours like he was trying to memorize every second. It had been so much more than you expected—charged, overwhelming, and impossibly tender.

Maybe that was why you hadn’t reached out to him. The feelings it stirred in you were too intense, too complicated to sort through. You didn’t even know where you would begin if you tried to explain it to Chaewon. So, you’d kept it to yourself, burying it under the routine of settling into your new life here.

But as you walked out the door into the crisp evening air, you couldn’t help but wonder if the memory of him would follow you tonight. Would the warmth of his voice, the heat of his gaze, creep back in when you least expected it? You shook the thought away, determined to focus on the present, to let Chaewon’s easy laughter and excitement pull you into something lighter, something that didn’t weigh so heavily on your chest.

For now, you just needed to keep moving forward.

The Uber ride was quiet except for Chaewon humming softly to her playlist, tapping her fingers against her thigh to the beat. You stared out the window, the dim city lights reflecting faintly in the glass, a small pit of nervousness forming in your stomach. Chaewon had been so excited about tonight, her enthusiasm almost contagious, but as you neared the house, the faint pulse of music vibrating through the cold air made you grip your coat tighter.

“You’ll be fine,” Chaewon said suddenly, breaking the silence. She turned to you with a knowing smile, as if she could read your thoughts.

“I didn’t say anything,” you replied, glancing at her.

“Your face did,” she shot back, her tone light but laced with warmth. “Look, it’s just a party. You don’t have to love it, but you do have to at least pretend to try.”

You sighed, sinking back into your seat. “You sound like my mom,” you muttered, earning a laugh from her.

“Good. Then maybe you’ll listen,” she teased, nudging your arm gently.

By the time the car pulled up in front of the house, the music was pounding, loud enough to drown out your thoughts. Chaewon opened her door eagerly, stepping out and holding it open for you as she gestured toward the sprawling house.

“Here we go,” she said brightly.

The house was chaos. People spilled out onto the lawn, some holding red cups, others perched on the porch steps laughing or smoking. Inside, the energy was even more overwhelming—music thumped from every corner, the floor vibrating with the bass as a sea of bodies danced, talked, or hovered around the kitchen counters stacked with bottles.

“This is insane,” you murmured, your eyes darting around the packed living room.

Chaewon grabbed your arm gently, steering you through the crowd. “It’s college. Welcome to your first real party.”

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and faint traces of weed. Every corner seemed occupied—people were dancing with abandon in the middle of the room, making out in the dimly lit hallway, or lounging on the staircase like they owned the place.

You felt entirely out of place, gripping the plastic cup Chaewon had handed you so tightly that your knuckles whitened. She, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, weaving through the crowd like she belonged there, greeting people with quick hugs and easy smiles.

“Relax,” she said over her shoulder, noticing your stiff posture. “You’re not going to bite anyone.”

You tried to force a smile, the knot in your stomach tightening as you glanced around again. “I don’t know if I can do this,” you admitted.

“Of course, you can,” she replied, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze. “Just breathe. Parties are about letting loose—not thinking too much. You’ve got this.”

“Whose party is this, anyway?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the music.

“Lee Jeno’s,” she said casually, but her grin widened as she saw your expression shift.

“Jeno,” you both said at the same time, though your voice was softer, more disbelieving.

Your eyes scanned the room again, and then you saw him.

Jeno stood near the staircase, his presence commanding without even trying. His dark hair was effortlessly tousled, framing sharp features that seemed almost unfairly perfect under the dim lighting. He wore a plain white shirt, the fabric clinging slightly to the defined lines of his chest and shoulders, the faint outline of muscle visible every time he shifted. His black trousers hung low on his hips, loose but just fitted enough to hint at the lean strength of his frame, his entire demeanor radiating a casual confidence that made it impossible to look away.

He was surrounded by people, their laughter too loud, their smiles too eager, as though just being near him was enough. And yet, his gaze seemed distant, uninterested in the crowd orbiting him like moths to a flame, making his magnetism even harder to ignore.

The room around you seemed to dissolve the moment his gaze found yours, the faintest flicker of recognition sparking in his dark eyes. His smile pulled at the corner of his lips slowly, as if he was savoring the moment, deliberate and laced with something you couldn’t name. He leaned closer to the group he was with, murmuring a few words that had them nodding, though his focus didn’t waver from you.

Each step he took in your direction felt unhurried yet purposeful, his frame cutting through the crowd with an ease that drew glances and whispers. His shirt clung lightly to the defined curve of his chest, his shoulders moving fluidly under the fabric. When he stopped in front of you, his eyes lingered, sweeping over your face in a way that made your breath hitch.

“Hi,” you murmured, your voice barely audible, yet his lips twitched, like he’d heard every syllable.

“Hi,” he replied, his tone soft, the single word brushing the air between you like a touch. His gaze flicked to your mouth for a brief second before returning to your eyes, a question hanging unspoken.

He tilted his head, his expression calm but intent, the faintest crease forming between his brows. His voice dipped lower, quieter, as he spoke. “You haven’t answered any of my messages.”

Your heart jumped, the guilt bubbling up before you could stop it. “I know,” you murmured, looking down at your drink. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t know what to say.”

Jeno’s expression softened, though the intensity of his gaze didn’t waver. “You could’ve started with ‘hi,’” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You let out a shaky laugh, lifting your eyes to meet his again. “I guess I could have,” you admitted quietly.

His eyes moved over you slowly, unhurried but purposeful, as though he was trying to memorize every detail. When his gaze finally met yours again, his teeth caught his bottom lip, a subtle movement that only emphasized the tension etched into his expression. There was no smirk, no teasing glint in his eyes—just something raw and unfiltered that made your heart lurch.

“You look pretty,” he said, his voice low and steady, each word carrying a quiet conviction that left no room for doubt. His lips parted slightly as though he might say more, but he didn’t. Instead, he held your gaze, his eyes locked on yours like he was waiting for your reaction, waiting for you to understand just how much he meant it.

Your lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the compliment. “Mmm, you look good too,” you said, your tone soft and unsteady as your eyes roamed over him.

He smiled, the corner of his mouth tugging upward just enough to reveal a hint of mischief. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said, his voice quiet but deliberate.

“Me too,” you replied, though the words felt heavy on your tongue.

He chuckled, leaning slightly closer. “You sure? Doesn’t sound like you’re having fun.”

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “This party isn’t really… my thing,” you admitted.

Jeno placed a hand over his chest, feigning a dramatic wince. “Ouch.”

“No!” you said quickly, laughing nervously. “I’m sure your parties are great. I just—I’m not a party person.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his tone light, teasing.

“Yeah,” you said firmly, though your voice still wavered.

He studied you for a moment, his expression softening. “Stay here, okay?” he said finally, his tone gentler now. “I’ll be back. Give me five minutes.”

You nodded, your breath catching as you watched him disappear into the crowd. The space he left behind felt stark, like the absence of him created a vacuum you couldn’t ignore. The buzz of the party pressed back in slowly, but the air felt different now—charged with the weight of unspoken questions and quiet murmurs that seemed to ripple outward.

You became hyperaware of the stares. People’s gazes flicked between you and the direction Jeno had gone, their whispers barely audible over the music but unmistakable. Girls leaned into one another, exchanging quick glances and hushed words, their eyes darting toward you before quickly looking away. The weight of their attention made your chest tighten, heat rising to your cheeks as you struggled to process the shift.

“Y/N.”

Chaewon’s hand closed around your arm, her grip firm but not harsh as she turned you to face her. Her expression was a mix of disbelief and something that bordered on awe, her eyes wide as she searched your face.

“What just happened?” she demanded, her voice louder than you expected, cutting through the noise of the party.

You hesitated, your chest tightening as you struggled to find the right words. “Me and Jeno met before,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper, almost drowned out by the thumping bass.

Chaewon blinked, her jaw slackening as she processed your words. “You what?” she asked, the pitch of her voice rising slightly. “When? Did you—did you sleep with him?”

Your face flushed, the heat spreading down your neck as you shook your head quickly. “No, we only made out,” you said, the words tumbling out faster than you intended. “It was after I met him on campus, and he showed me around.”

Chaewon stared at you like you’d just confessed to something outrageous, her mouth opening and closing as though she couldn’t decide what to say first. Her grip on your arm loosened slightly, but her expression only grew more incredulous.

“Y/N,” she said finally, her tone slow, deliberate, like she needed to make sure you understood the gravity of what you’d just said. “Do you even know who Lee Jeno is?”

You gave her a blank look, unsure where she was going with this. “What do you mean?”

She let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh, rolling her eyes dramatically before leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “He’s, like, the most well-known guy on campus. Everyone knows him. He’s smart, he’s hot, he’s on the basketball team, and he’s practically impossible to get close to. People talk about him like he’s some kind of campus legend. And you’re telling me you just… made out with him?”

Her words hung in the air, the weight of them sinking into your chest as you replayed that night in your head. Jeno had been all of those things—charming, confident, and entirely out of your league—but in the quiet of your apartment, he hadn’t felt untouchable. He’d felt real, grounded, like he wasn’t the larger-than-life figure Chaewon was describing but just… Jeno.

“I didn’t know,” you admitted, your voice small, almost drowned out by the pounding music.

Chaewon shook her head in disbelief, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied you. “Of course you didn’t. That’s why this is insane. You’re just sitting here like it’s no big deal when half the girls in this room would kill to be you right now.”

You looked away, your gaze drifting to the crowd as the whispers continued to ripple around you. The weight of their attention was suffocating, but it wasn’t their stares or even Chaewon’s words that lingered. It was Jeno—his calm, deliberate presence, the way his voice dipped when he spoke to you, the way his eyes lingered like he was seeing something no one else could.

Before you could respond, Jeno reappeared, a black jacket now draped over his shoulders, zipped halfway up to combat the chill of the night. The stark contrast of the dark fabric against the white of his shirt only made him look more striking, the clean lines of his lean frame framed perfectly. A bag was slung casually over one shoulder, his fingers curled loosely around the strap. His dark eyes, calm yet intent, settled on you with an ease that made your stomach flip.

“Wanna come?” he asked, his voice low, the casual tone of his question at odds with the intensity of his gaze.

You blinked, startled by the suddenness of his words. “What?”

“You think that the party’s dead,” he said simply, his lips curving into a faint smirk that felt more intimate than playful. “So let’s leave.”

Your heart raced as you stared at him, the heat of his attention making it hard to focus. The room around you seemed to blur, the noise fading into the background as his hand extended toward you, steady and certain. Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers slipping into his warm grasp.

You didn’t question it. Instead, you smiled softly, the corners of your lips twitching upward as you let him pull you closer. The smell of his cologne—a faint, woodsy scent with an edge of something sharp—lingered as he leaned in, his lips brushing so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, the words barely audible over the thrum of the party, but they landed squarely in your chest, making your breath catch.

Your eyes darted around quickly, taking in the crowd of people that still lingered nearby, their whispers and glances now tinged with curiosity. You bit your lip, your gaze flicking back to his as heat rose to your cheeks.

“Later,” you promised softly, your voice trembling just slightly, though the smile you gave him was steady.

Jeno’s lips twitched into a knowing grin, his dark eyes holding yours for a moment longer before he nodded. He tightened his grip on your hand gently, leading you toward the door with a quiet confidence that felt impossible to resist.

As the two of you weaved through the crowd, the whispers grew louder, people openly staring now as they watched him leave—watched you leave with him. The thrum of the music seemed almost muffled compared to the pounding in your chest, and as you reached the door, the cool night air washed over you like a sharp inhale.

“Wait,” you said suddenly, a gasp slipping past your lips. “You’re leaving your own party?”

Jeno glanced back at you, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah,” he said easily, shrugging one shoulder. “It’s my party. I can do what I want.”

His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an edge of sincerity in the way he looked at you—like he meant every word. And before you could question it further, he squeezed your hand, pulling you closer as the two of you stepped into the night.

Jeno had taken you to a secluded spot along the riverbank, where the city lights shimmered faintly on the water and the distant hum of the party was little more than a memory. The air was crisp, the faint scent of the river mingling with the promise of snow, but Jeno seemed entirely unbothered by the chill. He led you to a cozy bench overlooking the river, the kind of spot that felt impossibly picturesque, where a blanket and a small bag of snacks were waiting.

“I told you, best view of the fireworks,” he said, his voice calm yet confident, as if the quiet intimacy of the moment had been crafted just for you.

You smiled at the gesture, settling onto the blanket he’d spread over the bench. Before you could fully take in the setting, Jeno’s attention shifted to a nearby vendor, where a small cart steamed with the rich scent of hot chocolate. Without asking, he stood and wandered over, returning moments later with two cups in hand.

“Here,” he said, handing one to you, his hand brushing yours in a way that made your breath hitch. The warmth of the cup seeped through your gloves, but it was his quiet, thoughtful gesture that really sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thanks,” you murmured, glancing up at him as he settled back beside you.

He smiled, soft and easy, before taking a sip of his own. “Hot chocolate always makes the cold easier to deal with,” he said lightly, the nonchalance in his tone almost making you laugh.

You took a tentative sip, the rich, velvety taste warming you from the inside out. “You’re right,” you admitted, nodding slightly as you turned to look at him, your breath visible in the cold night air.

Jeno’s gaze lingered on you, dark and steady, his lips curving into a faint smirk. “Told you,” he murmured, his voice dipping into something softer, quieter, as though the space between you had just shrunk.

Conversation had come easily after that, the hot chocolate warming your hands while Jeno’s presence seemed to settle the nerves that had been simmering since the night began. You talked about the most mundane things—classes, favorite foods, what New Year’s resolutions you’d already broken—and yet, the simplicity of it all felt impossibly intimate.

Still, it wasn’t long before the conversation gave way to something quieter, something heavier. Jeno’s hand brushed yours as he set his cup down, and the warmth of his touch lingered, sparking a need for closeness that you hadn’t anticipated.

His lips found yours in a kiss that was as gentle as the snow beginning to fall around you. At first, it was soft, exploratory, his hand cupping your cheek as though he was afraid to break you. But as you leaned into him, your fingers brushing against the nape of his neck, the kiss deepened, his lips pressing firmer against yours with a hunger that felt both cautious and consuming.

The fireworks began to crackle faintly in the distance, but you hardly noticed, your focus completely on the way Jeno’s mouth moved against yours. His breath hitched as you tilted your head, your lips parting just slightly, and he took the opportunity to pull you closer, his hands settling on your waist with a confidence that made your heart race.

Every time you tried to pull back, his gaze would catch yours, his eyes dark and intense, as though he couldn’t let you go even for a moment. And when he kissed you again, it wasn’t rushed—it was deliberate, a quiet exploration that left you dizzy and clinging to him.

“Jeno,” you murmured against his lips, though you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say.

He smiled into the kiss, his hand moving to cradle the back of your neck. “Yeah?” he whispered, his tone playful but weighted, like he already knew the answer.

You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping as your fingers tightened slightly on his jacket. “Nothing,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, unwilling to let the moment break.

The fireworks continued overhead, lighting the sky in bursts of color, but neither of you paid them much attention. Every touch, every kiss, every soft sigh seemed to pull you deeper into the warmth of each other, the cold night air fading into irrelevance.

The plan had been to stay here until midnight, to watch the fireworks and celebrate the New Year together. But somewhere in the middle of his kisses, his hands sliding carefully along your sides, his breath warm against your cheek, your resolve shifted.

You didn’t want to wait for midnight.

You wanted him.

And now, somehow, you were here, pressed beneath him on his bed, your body trembling as his warmth consumed you.

The soft cotton of his sheets grounded you, but it was Jeno’s weight above you that anchored you completely, his warmth pressing into every inch of your body like it was made to fit against him. His broad shoulders framed the space above you, his lean, muscled frame draped over yours with a control that made every inch of your skin hyperaware of him. The planes of his chest, taut and warm, brushed against your trembling hands as you clung to him, your fingers curling instinctively into his skin.

His dark eyes stayed locked on yours, a quiet intensity softening into something tender, something that left you breathless and uncertain. His lips hovered close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath, each exhale ghosting across your cheek as his forehead dipped closer, brushing yours with infinite care.

“You need to ease up for me, okay, pretty girl?” he murmured, the gravel in his voice softened by the steady, soothing cadence of his words.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, trembling and unsure, as the stretch of his cock forced a fresh wave of shivers through you. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips, your body tensing despite his careful pace. Each inch he gave you felt impossibly overwhelming, the fullness of him a constant, steady ache that bordered on too much.

Your chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, the weight of him pushing the air from your lungs with each shift of his hips. A tear slipped free before you could stop it, the overwhelmed sniffle that followed breaking the stillness between you.

“Hey, hey,” Jeno cooed, his hand finding your cheek like it belonged there, cradling you with infinite care. His thumb brushed the tear away before it could roll any further, his gaze softening even as his own breaths grew heavier. “I know, baby. I know it’s a lot.”

His words were gentle but steady, his tone so unwavering it felt like a tether, something to hold onto as your body struggled to adjust. He leaned closer, brushing his lips over the corner of your mouth in a kiss so soft it made your chest ache.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, the heat of his breath grazing your trembling lips. “Just trust me, yeah? I just want to make you feel good. That’s all I want, pretty girl.”

Your breath hitched again, the sound breaking unevenly as you tried to steady yourself beneath him. The weight of his words, the tenderness in his tone, melted into the vulnerability pressing heavy on your chest. You nodded hesitantly, your fingers tightening against the curve of his shoulders as though you needed to anchor yourself to him.

But when you glanced away, embarrassed by the flush of heat crawling up your neck, his hand caught your chin gently, tilting your face back toward him.

“Hey,” he whispered, the warmth in his voice curling around you like a blanket, quiet but unyielding. “Talk to me, baby. I need to know you’re okay.”

Your lips trembled, the words caught somewhere between the lump in your throat and the butterflies swarming in your stomach. “It’s… it’s my first time,” you finally admitted, the words barely audible, your voice breaking under the weight of them.

Jeno’s movements stilled immediately, his broad frame freezing over you as the confession settled between you. His jaw clenched briefly, but the flicker of surprise in his eyes was fleeting, replaced almost instantly by something warmer, softer.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, the reverence in his voice making your chest tighten. His thumb stroked along your cheekbone, his touch steady and patient as though he was trying to tell you everything he felt without saying a word. “I’m so lucky.”

The way he said it, low and aching with sincerity, sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching toward him before you could stop yourself. He kissed you then, his lips capturing yours in a kiss so slow, so deep, it felt like time itself had slowed to accommodate it.

When he pulled back, his breath was heavier, a faint tremor running through him as he studied you. “How are you a virgin?” he asked softly, his voice dipping low enough to send heat curling through your stomach. “If I’d met you sooner… I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you.”

His words sent a flush of warmth cascading over your skin, your breath stuttering as you tried to respond. But the sincerity in his gaze held you, steadying you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

“Until now,” you whispered, your fingers curling into his shoulders like you needed to hold on to something solid.

His breath hitched, his lips brushing against your temple in a kiss so tender it made your chest ache. “Until now,” he echoed, the reverence in his tone making your stomach flip.

He shifted slightly above you, his hips tilting forward just enough to press deeper, and the stretch sent a sharp gasp tumbling from your lips. His movements stilled instantly, his hand sliding to your waist to steady you as his lips hovered close to your ear.

“Too much?” he asked softly, his voice so gentle it nearly undid you.

You shook your head, your breath catching as you murmured, “Just… just go slow.”

The corners of his lips tugged upward, a faint smile breaking through the intensity of his expression. “I’ll go as slow as you need, baby,” he murmured, his tone steady and sure. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

His lips found yours again, capturing the soft sniffle that escaped as he began to move, each thrust measured and deliberate, his cock dragging against every sensitive part of you. His hands roamed gently over your body, his touch light but grounding as he whispered praises that melted into your skin.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. “Taking me so perfectly. My good girl, always.”

The tenderness in his tone, the heat in his gaze, the deliberate care in every movement—it all combined into something overwhelming and impossibly sweet, a connection that felt far too intimate to put into words. Your walls fluttered around him, the stretch easing as pleasure began to bloom low in your stomach, each gentle thrust coaxing you further into the rhythm of his body.

His forehead pressed to yours, his breath mingling with yours as he murmured, “You’re mine, baby. All mine. No one else gets to see you like this.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your stomach, your hips shifting tentatively against him as the ache dulled into something deeper, sweeter. His hand slid down to cup your hip, guiding you gently as his movements grew slightly more deliberate, the drag of his cock drawing soft whimpers from your throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice cracking as his lips trailed along your jaw. “You feel so good. So perfect for me.”

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your breath catching as his words melted into your skin, the heat of him overwhelming in the best way. Every inch of him, every touch, every whisper felt like a steady hum of electricity coursing through your veins, and as his lips found yours again, you felt yourself melting into him completely. But the burn was still there—sharp and all-consuming—and before you could stop yourself, your teeth pressed into the curve of his shoulder, a desperate attempt to muffle the whimper that escaped you. Tears slid down your cheeks, your breath trembling as you sniffled, your body shaking beneath him.

Jeno stilled instantly, his voice soft as he cooed at you, the words a balm against the ache. “Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your temple, your cheek, catching the tears as they fell. “You’re doing so good for me, angel. I’ll go slow, okay? Just the tip, just for you. You’ve got this.”

His thumb swept across your jaw, tipping your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze, dark and molten, filled with nothing but care. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised again, the words dripping with reverence. “You’re my girl. Whatever you need, I’ve got you.”

Your breath hitched as he began to move again, slow and deliberate, every inch of him dragging against the tender stretch inside you. Your hands fumbled for purchase on his shoulders, sliding up to his neck, your touch shaky and desperate. “Jeno,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible, trembling with every word. “You—you feel so good.”

His lips curved into a soft smile, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. “Yeah?” he murmured, his voice thick with warmth, his hips tilting forward in a way that made you gasp.

“So good,” you whispered, your words tumbling out unbidden as heat flushed through your body. “You’re so big—so perfect. God, you fit inside me so well. I don’t—” You broke off, blinking up at him, your lips trembling as your thoughts scattered into a mess of heat and pleasure. “I don’t ever want you to leave. Jeno, your cock—it’s so good. You’re stretching me so perfectly. I can feel every part of you.”

A whimper caught in your throat as you babbled on, your head tipping back against the pillow. “I love it, Jeno. I love how you feel inside me. You’re so deep, so thick—I don’t want it to stop.”

His chuckle was low and rough, vibrating through your chest as he leaned in to press a kiss to your nose. “You’re such a sweet thing,” he murmured, his voice teasing but tender. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. So perfect. I’ll take care of you.”

Your thighs tightened around his waist as he shifted, the motion deliberate, deep, coaxing another broken cry from your lips. His hand slid along your side, pausing to cup your cheek as he brushed his thumb across your skin. “Look at you,” he said softly, his tone filled with awe. “Fucking perfect.”

The words melted into you, your chest tightening as you whimpered again, the sensation of him overwhelming and grounding all at once. “Please don’t stop,” you whispered, blinking up at him with glassy eyes. “Please, Jeno.”

“Never,” he murmured, his lips finding yours in a kiss so soft it made your stomach flutter. “I’ve got you, angel. Always.”

The promise in his words, in his tone, wrapped around you like silk, but even as you nodded, sniffling softly, you could feel the deliberate way his cock edged deeper, the fullness stretching you beyond what you thought possible. It was slow, so slow you could feel every ridge, every vein, and it made your breath hitch, a soft cry escaping your lips as tears slipped free.

“Shh,” he cooed, his forehead pressing harder against yours. “You’ve got this, angel. You’re so fucking perfect.” He shifted his weight slightly, tilting his hips in a way that made the stretch just bearable enough to keep going. “Fuck,” he groaned, the sound low and guttural as he bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt. “Baby, you feel so fucking good. Like heaven.”

Your walls fluttered around him instinctively, the sensation pulling a soft, broken moan from your lips. “I—it’s so much,” you whimpered, your thighs trembling as you gripped him tighter, your nails digging crescents into his skin.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, kissing the tears from your cheeks, his lips impossibly soft. “I know it’s a lot, but look at you—look how well you’re taking me. God, you’re so good for me.”

Your breath hitched as his hand cradled your face, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. His gaze stayed locked on yours, warm and consuming, his expression so unguarded it made your chest ache. “Let me see those pretty eyes,” he whispered, his voice low and steady, each word dripping with reverence. “I want to see you, baby. Every part of you.”

You sniffled softly, blinking up at him, your lashes wet, your lips trembling as you melted further into his touch. His thumb lingered against your cheek, slow and gentle, before he leaned in and kissed your temple, soft and lingering.

“There she is,” he murmured, his voice warm and filled with awe. “That’s my girl. So beautiful. So perfect for me.”

When he moved again, it was torturously slow, his cock dragging against every inch of you, the stretch deep and unforgiving, yet impossibly good. Your nails dug into his back, desperate for an anchor as his hips rocked forward, every motion deliberate and controlled. It burned, but the way he filled you, the way his body molded perfectly against yours, had your breath catching.

A soft whimper escaped, your lips parting on a shaky moan. “Jeno…” you breathed, the words trailing off as heat flooded your body, the fullness overwhelming but addictive.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. His hips rolled deeper, and he gritted his teeth, the sound low and guttural. “You’re so tight—so perfect. Like you were made for me.”

Your laugh was light, bubbling out unbidden, and his gaze flicked up, curious but amused, his lips curving into the smallest smile. “What’s funny, huh?” he teased, his tone playful, his hand shifting to cradle the back of your neck.

You shook your head, breathless and flushed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “Nothing—nothing. You’re just… God, you’re so sexy.” Your voice cracked on the last word, your thoughts spilling in a soft, frantic rush. “The way you feel, the way you fuck me—it’s so good. You’re so good, Jeno.”

His smile widened, his eyes darkening as his hand slid up to catch yours, lacing your fingers together. “Yeah?” he murmured, kissing you with quiet intensity before guiding your joined hands above your head, pinning them against the pillow. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice dipping lower, filled with something possessive and raw. “I want you to be mine.”

Your breath hitched as he kissed your knuckles, slow and reverent, his other hand tracing your side, holding you steady as he pushed deeper. “I’ll never let go,” he promised, his gaze locked on yours, unwavering. “I’ll always take care of you, angel.”

His hips rolled again, a deliberate press that made you gasp, your head tipping back against the pillow as tears spilled freely. “You feel so good,” you whimpered, your voice breaking, your chest tightening with every drag of his cock. “You’re so perfect. So thick—fuck, you stretch me so good, Jeno.”

He groaned softly, his lips brushing yours in a fleeting kiss. “You love how I feel inside you, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice rough, teasing, but tender all the same.

“I love it,” you admitted, the words slipping out in a trembling rush. “I love your cock—it’s so big, so perfect. I never want you to stop.”

His grip on your hands tightened, his forehead dropping to yours as his lips curved into a smile. “You’re something else,” he murmured, chuckling softly, his breath fanning across your lips. “You’re incredible, baby.”

Your body trembled beneath him, every motion, every word sending a ripple of warmth through you. The intimacy of it, the way his hands never left yours, the way his eyes held yours, made you feel like you were falling deeper into him with every passing second.

“You’re everything,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth before his lips trailed to your jaw, his hips moving in a slow, devastating rhythm. “So fucking perfect, angel. My perfect girl. You’re all I’ll ever need.”

And when his gaze found yours again, dark and filled with unspoken promises, you knew he meant it. His movements stayed soft, measured, every drag of him a reminder of just how much he wanted you—how much he adored you. His hand never left yours, his grip steady and unwavering, as if to say he’d never let go. You believed him. In every touch, every word, every breath, you believed him completely.

The rhythm of his thrusts slowed, each one deliberate, the deep press of him inside you stealing the breath from your lungs. Your body arched against his, desperate to meet every movement, and the sound of his name fell from your lips in broken cries that only seemed to spur him on. His cock dragged against every sensitive part of you, and the stretch—sharp at first, now addictively sweet—had your thighs trembling around his waist.

“Fuck,” Jeno groaned, his forehead pressed to yours, his lips brushing against yours with every ragged breath. His hand slid along your side, tracing the curve of your waist as if he needed to feel every part of you. His other hand tangled with yours, pinning it above your head, his grip steady and possessive. “You’re so perfect, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “So tight, so warm. God, you feel like heaven.”

Your fingers curled around his, clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. “Jeno,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you struggled to find the words. “You—oh my God—you feel so good. So deep. I never—” Your breath hitched, your head tipping back as his hips rolled again, deeper this time, hitting a spot that sent white-hot pleasure spiraling through your body.

“Never what?” he teased softly, his lips brushing over your jaw, his tongue flicking against your skin in a way that made you shiver. “Tell me, baby. Never what?”

“Never felt like this,” you admitted, your voice cracking as a moan slipped free. “Never had anyone… like you. Fuck, you’re so perfect, Jeno. You fit so good—so big. I don’t ever want you to leave.”

He groaned, the sound vibrating through your chest as he captured your lips in a kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in slow, languid strokes. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice low and steady. “You’re mine, angel. Always.”

The intimacy of it, the way his body moved against yours, the way his eyes never left yours, made your chest ache with something deeper than desire. His movements were slow but devastating, every thrust deliberate, his cock dragging against your walls with a precision that had you clinging to him, your nails scraping along his back.

“Jeno,” you whimpered again, your voice a desperate plea as the pressure built low in your stomach, coiling tighter with every second.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing over yours. “Let go for me, baby. I’ll catch you. Always.”

And then, just as the tension inside you reached its breaking point, the faint sound of fireworks filtered through the room, muffled but distinct, a symphony of crackles and booms that seemed to echo the chaos in your body.

Jeno chuckled softly, the sound warm and low in your ear. “Happy New Year, beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You giggled, the sound mixing with a soft, breathless moan as your body tightened around him, the pleasure too much to contain. “Happy New Year,” you managed to whisper back, your voice trembling with affection and something deeper, something bigger than either of you.

His hips rolled again, the deep, steady rhythm pushing you over the edge, and when your release hit, it came in a wave that left you trembling beneath him. Your walls clenched around him, pulling a guttural groan from his throat as his movements faltered, his body shuddering with his own release. He buried himself deep, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer as you clung to him, your arms tightening around his neck.

The fireworks outside crackled louder, their light seeping faintly through the curtains as his lips found yours again, soft and lingering. His hand stayed wrapped around yours, his grip firm, as his other hand smoothed over your side, grounding you with the warmth of his touch.

“You’re everything,” he murmured against your lips, his voice steady now, filled with quiet reverence. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

And in that moment, as his warmth surrounded you, his touch anchoring you in a way no one else ever had, you knew you’d never forget this. The way he fit against you, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go, the way he made you feel like you were everything.

[benevolentcalamity]

I'm Quite Ten-tickled. [Mindflayer x Fem!Reader]

Cause I know a few people that would shout at me 'YOU NEED TO DO A MINDFLAYER' if they knew I existed. (That being about 1/4 of the Baldur's Gate fandom.)

Warning: This fic contains smut. I dunno if this equates to dubcon or what, but proceed with caution cause I have no idea what I'm doing.

There will be inaccuracies because I've only scanned a wiki and seen BG3 clips. Hopefully you guys still love me!

CURTAINS!

Come.

As though responding to the order tugging at your brain, the writhing tendrils part like a sentient curtain, before unwinding from around your arms. When the writhing prison at last gives way you're sent onto all fours, limbs limp from lack of use if only just to wriggle away from your tormentors. A cruel joke, this place, so wondrous and fascinating in its almost otherworldly structure... Yet, the moment you were pulled up by that grotesque tendril you regretted your brief study of them.

Was it a mistake, then? To push your brother out of the way even though he was the paladin? Surely he'd have laid waste to this ship by now - you simply doomed yourself to the fate he would have destroyed.

... It wasn't. At least this way he can go back to the church and mount a rescue. Not for you- alone, anyway. Everyone here that's still alive.

T'was the firelight outside that woke you to the siege. Buildings were being destroyed to kill the weak or scare the potential test subjects out into their range. You and your brother were two such folk - or to be more accurate he was the one. They always did look for the strong ones with 'potential', according to the horror stories of those that survived.

Did they know they were being researched? Or were they simply combing the continent for prey? ... Is this worth wondering if you're not sure whether tomorrow is what will be destroyed?

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

A scream, unholy and thick with suffering, pulls your hairs on end, your feet fusing to the floor for just a moment. Your heart leaps into your throat, hands growing so cold they could sustain ice-based sorcery. With a deep breath heat slowly creeps back into your fingertips, and a harsh swallow commands your legs to keep moving as though nothing's wrong.

Again, the order: "Come to me."

For the guided it isn't a long walk, any passing faces blurred or forgotten, the near and distant screams falling mute. In fact, as you get closer, only the order - and in turn the Mindflayer responsible - remaining. You hardly feel how your back straightens like a stiff beam as you prepare to be obedient.

To the rhythm of the squirming sound in your head, his elation pulses with the order in repeat. That he will rise above, and command the shared mind of his kindred...

How do you...?

A dizziness takes over, wavering your steps a moment, as the flesh doors open. The moment that his mind reaches you, you're again steady, as though his hands themselves guide you in this moment.

"There you are."

Tendrils flexing and curling, he stands, and for a moment they reach toward you. Before long they echo the movement of his hand, beckoning you with a roll of the fingers. Watching you cross the squishy floor he hums, voice digging into your mind fully as his innate power wraps around your mind.

A break from this is visible solely in how there's a momentary hesitation in your hand reaching for a tentacle. That disgust fades in a blink, however, as momentary as he'd allow. Only he can feel that, if anything at all, in the turmoil that is his kind's heart. They have one, beating in only the Queen of their collective consciousness. All else is simply them following nature's grand design.

Impatient, a tentacle reaches and wraps around your neck, cueing you to simply shed your clothes. Without hesitation you follow the order, some stray tentacles wandering about your body as they pull you yet closer. Further imprisoning your mind where it should be, the rest of them wrap about your head, loosing your hair from the ribbons as his hand guides your legs apart.

Curiosity is shared between you two, the tadpole shivering in fervor as his cold gaze pierces your own.

"If yours is the body I require..." You're turned around and guided onto his lap, legs split and held up in the air. "Then through you, I'll hold the key to my ascension. So, rejoice now, for I will become the Absolute, and your womb will bear Illithid that will see my will enacted."

Clouded, you swallow. "... I will be... of service," You breathe. "My Emperor..." A thrall, yet your form hasn't changed - it's simply too sad to see tentacles spring from your flesh. Well and, you're appetizing simply in more ways than satisfying one's hunger.

Guided by his desires, your head tilts back with the opening of your mouth. Pleased, he allows a tentacle to slip inside, which you suck on as another wraps around your hand and holds it up so it can be caressed. In the meanwhile his mind engulfs your body, the very will to pleasure you seeing your insides squirm and pool warmly. Without complaint or hesitance he watches, amused, as your skin flushes and your every muscle bends to his will.

"A-aah!"

Slipping through his pants with unceremonious mucus, his cock slips inside of you with the help of a tentacle or two. It's big enough, lumpy and undulating, slipping in and out as though with a mind of its own. His powerful hands keep your legs high up, another tentacle pushing into your mouth as it throbs, swirls, and churns inside of you. With each thrust it hammers in his dominion over you, the voices of the other Illithid fading out as his own mind worms its way from the collection.

Merciful he tugs the tendrils from your mouth, save for one at the tip of your tongue, and lets you breathe. As the engorging and pulsating cock pounds all the way to your cervix, your mind grows foggier until he's all you can even feel.

I... I can see it now...!

From your body, eggs the size of your fist, squishing and squirming with new life ready to form. They'll grow into an army, nay, a legion, that will serve the new Absolute. Never will you die, for only you are worthy of this blessing - and thus the only one that should be seated upon the blessed cock of the Emperor.

Sucking that tentacle back into your mouth, your moans are silenced once again, thumb rubbing the tentacle guiding your arm around his neck.

Undulating further, his cock squirms and engorges until it settles in for what feels like eternity. He lowers your legs to hang them over the arms of the throne, familiar tendrils wrapping around your ankles. Anticipation sees your body arch, his arms wrapping around your waist as the rest of his tentacles tighten around your head. Not in hunger or malice, but an overwhelming possessiveness that will never see you be rescued or taken from him by another.

Lowering to grab your hips, his own snap up into them, and you squeal, mouth gaping open as he mercilessly pounds into you. Pleasured cries and pleas for him to never stop reverberate through the ship, him not interested in silencing them. Encouraged by your pleasure he continues his powerful claiming of your womb, his own arousal and satisfaction stoked by your flaming hunger for more.

"Yes-! YES!" You cry. "Ohhh, my Emperor! Oh, my Emperor!" Your one hand caresses his slimy head, one of his hands coming up to hold yours. "Aaah! Aa-aaah! Aaaah! Gh- fuck! Ahhh!!!"

Your back arches, and light flashes in your eyes. After too short a time he shoots a load into you, neverending, until your stomach expands and then hangs. The hand holding your precious head falls to hold your belly. In what feels like no time it feels lumpy, already hard at work in proving he made a good decision keeping you alive after you'd robbed him of the paladin.

"There. Now, you will bear the trueborn, and with me rule this world and all beyond. May our bodies never age or fall to mortal malady, for we will be the architects of a world befitting only our ilk."

He reaches beneath your body, cock sliding back into its slit, and an egg slides into his palm.

"Until time itself withers."

[maknaesdancersrappers]

devoted 2.

part 17.

SNEAK PEEK

A/N: the deadline was supposed to be today but there's just too much going on, so as my birthday treat to you guys, here's a cute lil excerpt from the next part!!

“Let’s go.”

You’ve walked beside Jaehyun multiple times already but this time you’re walking hand in hand with him — and he’s even swaying your conjoined hands! You were screaming inside at how cute he was to do this. He gave off such a cool vibe that you didn’t think he had such an adorable side.

Autumn has started and the weather was perfect to be outside, the leaves were turning to beautiful shades of reds, oranges, and yellows. It was nice to take a stroll under them right now and it feels quite cozy, especially with Jaehyun.

He filled up the silence growing between you, not that it bothered you, with small talk. He asked about your morning and the day before, if you had any plans for the holiday break. You told him that you were going back home to your parents over the holidays and was unsure if your parents had plans to celebrate.

You could feel his thumb gently smooth over your skin as he talked about his plans over the break, mentioning how he’s going to be helping out his dad in his business.

The cafe you both arrived at was smack dab in between a bookstore and a mom-and-pop store. There were little to no patrons in the cafe from the looks of it and it still had some streamers and balloons from their opening.

“Good morning! Welcome to Cafe Hue.” One of the three workers on duty, the cashier, greeted as you entered.

You offered a smile and glanced briefly at the interior — a habit you picked up in middle school that pushed you into taking interior design. For its namesake, the overall interior was a crisp white with loud, brightly colored decors dotting the shelves. There was room for improvement with the choice of furniture, but it still works.

“What would you like?” Jaehyun asked, pulling you out of your reverie by softly squeezing your hand.

You looked up at the chalkboard menu, giving each item a thought until you settled on a hot cup of French vanilla tea. Jaehyun relayed your order to the cashier, who’s eyes seemed very eager to meet his gaze, and added his own order of an iced americano.

“Do you want anything to eat? We can share something if you’d like.”

“I don’t mind a slice of cake or muffin.”

Jaehyun bobbed his head, “Anything in particular?”

“What would you recommend?” You directed the question to the cashier giving heart eyes up at Jaehyun. She shifted her attention to you, a full second of annoyance flashing in her face before plastering a model customer service smile.

“Everything is freshly baked, our baker’s favorite is the basque cheesecake, but personally, I love the chocolate carrot cake.”

“Both sound good, so I’ll leave the choice up to you.”

The cashier’s smile brightened as she returned her attention to Jaehyun, who seemed oblivious to it.

“Then a slice of each.” He didn't wait for her to tally the order and pulled out his wallet, brandishing a black card from within and placing it on the counter. She seemed astonished to see the card in front of her, but it only took a second for her to punch your orders in while repeating it out loud to confirm. Jaehyun nodded and she swiped the card.

“Have you always been a tea person? I could have gotten you tea instead of coffee all this time at the library.” He inquired, pursing his lips ever so slightly at you.

“Not necessarily.” You shrugged your shoulders, “My mind has strongly associated coffee with productivity and since we’re not here to study, I’d rather have tea. I like both, equally.”

Jaehyun finished paying for the order and guided you to a seat by the window. He helped you into your seat briefly before seating himself.

There was a palpable pause when he looked at you and it almost became awkward until he coughed and glanced away, ears visibly red.

“I’m sorry,” He cleared his throat, “I’ve never really… taken anyone out on a date before.”

The admission made your brows shoot up a little, “What? You’ve never dated anyone?”

He shook his head, “No. Wasn’t really interested… until I met you.”

The confession made your heart skip a beat and the faintest heat rose up your cheeks. “Oh. Uhm,” You stuttered, “I… I didn’t expect that from you.”

He sighed, “I get that a lot — not to be vain or anything. I was just never interested in the dating scene.”

“Haven’t girls asked you out? None of them caught your eye?”

Jaehyun shook his head again. “They all seemed… pretentious? No, too eager? Like I’m prey or something.”

You’re still having a hard time believing that this gorgeous man has not dated at all — let alone having you as the first person he’s ever expressed interest in. “What makes me different?”

Slowly, a small smile formed on his lips, “That’s what I’d like to know.”

a/n: there's too much technical stuff in the next part, that's why i'm having a hard time writing, but!!! it's coming i swear pls dont give up on me im sorry for such the long wait (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

devoted masterlist.

[drdemonprince]

I don't know if this a place to share, or if this even relevant to anything, but i want to share an observation. I've been around queer groups for a decade or so, usually just observing and listening, and something i have observed is that very slowly trans women (specially out trans women and non-passing ones) seem to have incredible being reduce in meetings and talks. Like i used to see way more of them but now it is becoming less and less. For some reason they seem to have been push out of the spaces very subtly and nobody seems to care (i don't have an explanation of this at all). On the other hand the amount of trans men and trans masculine folk seem to have maintained some consistency. I don't exactly know whats going on this communities, but there seems to be something that is pushing trans women away, while not having the same effect on trans men. I don't have any solutions, just wanted to share because i feel like as a trans woman I am less and less welcomed in queer spaces but can't really pin point why is that.

Thanks for your message anon and for sharing this observation. The thing is: We know what is going on! Trans women talk about this all the time! Trans men and other TME trans people speak over them, sexually harass them, downplay their concerns, talk about them having "male" socialization, take advantage of their emotional labor, ignore them, don't give them room to be vulnerable, nitpick their stories of abuse and mistreatment, disbelieve them when they have been victimized, and all the while complain that they are so much more visible and have so many more resources than trans mascs do (which just is not true) and talking about how disgusting penises are.

You probably have not noticed these dynamics happening directly; most men are oblivious to sexism to an extent, and even men who have experienced plenty of sexism themselves as trans guys can miss these dynamics when they are experienced by trans women. It also is the case that a lot of the worst abuses happen behind the scenes: there are a lot of predatory people who are trans or enby yet behave as invasive chasery creeps to trans women, all while constantly indicating to trans women that they will not be believed if they come forward about abuse -- and in fact will be accused of being the abusers themselves.

I have multiple trans women friends here in Chicago who simply cannot show up to certain queer community events like beach days or club nights because they know there's a specific "afab enby" there who will grope them and then accuse them of abuse. There's entire self-defense guides designed for trans women meant to address this specific issue because it is so widespread.

And that is just one issue that a lot of trans women face in gender diverse or generally queer spaces. At a queer/pup karaoke night two weeks ago, multiple drunk bar patrons harassed and physically attacked a trans woman there, and then when the cops arrived, they tried to arrest the trans woman. (Thankfully all the bar staff and event organizers were very very clear that she was not the one provoking the fight -- but the cops still didn't really believe them. The man who attacked her is banned from the bar now forever. She isn't. If she'd been in a slightly less sympathetic crowd, who knows what would have happened).

In another local queer community group I used to attend, a trans femme board member was accused of abuse in the vaguest terms possible -- by someone who has now, years later, been outed as abusing multiple women close to him himself. Most people in this group have no idea about it, of course. It all happened in shadowy conjecture and whisper campaigns. I could go on and on and thanks for your patience but you get the picture.

I don't know what the vibe is in the groups you frequent, and I can't guarantee that any of the trans women have dropped off the map because of anything as severe as this, but I pretty much can guarantee there are some dynamics there that are making them uncomfortable. My suggestion? If there were any trans women in the group that you liked, try hitting them up. Ask some of them out for coffee. Ask what she's been reading or watching lately. Go to the museum or a show. Be her friend. Don't pry about why she stopped going to the group, just be a friendly, supportive presence in her life. In time, you might learn why she and others like her stopped going to that space. or you'll just have greater gender diversity in your life and your support circle, which is really important. Some trans spaces are utterly ruined by the presence of a few toxic trans mascs or aggressively afab-identified people. But you can help to build better spaces one relationship at a time.

Thanks again for your message.

[greenbubblefactory]

Matchup for @randomrina

Congratulations you have a match with..

Albedo !

★From the moment he meets you, Albedo finds himself intrigued,not in a superficial way, but with the deep, analytical curiosity that defines him. You are someone who feels things intensely, who pours your emotions into art, words, and experiences, while he is someone who observes, who studies, who seeks to understand. Though his emotions are often subdued, almost elusive, he would never dismiss yours. Instead, he would quietly admire the way you navigate the world with both logic and emotion, blending creativity with rationality in a way that feels almost paradoxical but utterly captivating.

★At first, his presence may seem distant, wrapped in an air of cool detachment, as though his mind is always elsewhere, sketching unseen ideas into existence. But Albedo is not cold,he simply values observation over impulsivity, and it would not take long for him to recognize the layers beneath your personality. He notices the way your mind drifts when a conversation no longer interests you, the way your fingers tap absentmindedly when you’re lost in thought, the way you forget small things,not because you don’t care, but because your thoughts move too fast, leaping from one idea to the next.

★He would find this endearing, though he would never say so outright. Instead, he would quietly anchor you back to the present, perhaps with a gentle nudge, an unexpected question, or a passing remark designed to pique your curiosity. He wouldn't tease you for forgetting things, but he would make a habit of remembering them for you,keeping track of little details subtly guiding you back when you drift too far. And though he himself does not often struggle with forgetfulness, he knows what it’s like to be so engrossed in one’s thoughts that reality feels distant. In that, you are alike.

★Albedo is not one to seek out large social groups, and in this, you are similar. Though you enjoy being with close friends, your bonds are selective, deep rather than wide, and he would understand this perfectly. He thrives in quiet companionship, in the kind of presence that does not demand but simply exists alongside his own. He would appreciate the moments you share together,whether it’s in a bustling city or a quiet study, in a frozen landscape or a warmly lit room, the two of you lost in your own creative worlds yet fully aware of each other.

★He would never pressure you to do things you dislike. Your fear of drowning would be something he takes seriously, and though he would never insist on avoiding water entirely, he would ensure that you always feel safe in his presence. If you ever found yourself near the ocean, staring at its vast, shifting depths with quiet apprehension, he would not push you forward. Instead, he would stand beside you, a silent reassurance that there is nothing you have to face alone.

★And though Albedo is a man of structure and discipline, he is not bound by it. He understands the importance of planning, of thinking ahead, but he also knows that the most beautiful things in life are often born from spontaneity. You, with your balance of calculated thought and creative impulse, would be someone who fascinates him. He would listen to you speak about your latest artistic endeavors, about the emotions you pour into your work, about the small, mundane details of life that most people overlook but which you find profound. And he would never find you boring.

★In return, he would share things with you that few others ever hear,the way he sees the world, the philosophical thoughts that occupy his mind, the quiet moments of wonder he experiences but rarely expresses aloud. He would sketch you sometimes, not always visibly, but in the privacy of his notebooks,capturing the way you tilt your head in thought, the way your hands move when you speak, the way your eyes flicker with emotion even when you say nothing at all.

★He is not one for grand declarations of affection, nor is he one to be swept away by passion in the traditional sense. But his love is unwavering, patient, and deeply personal. He would notice every detail about you, remember your favorite things, anticipate your needs before you even voice them. His affection would be seen in the way he adjusts his cloak around your shoulders when it’s cold, the way he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face when you’re lost in thought, the way he lingers just a second longer when your hands accidentally touch.

★Albedo would never stifle your emotions, never dismiss your intensity, never tell you that you feel too much. Instead, he would watch, he would learn, and he would understand. And though he may not always say it aloud, his every action would whisper the same truth.

★"I see you. And I will always be here to listen."

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

[dyxtd21]

Tarnstard aesthetic moodboard!!

Tarnstard:

Tarnstard is a commanding figure among the Frosties, his very presence an embodiment of frozen custard perfection laced with a sprinkle-coated menace. His form is a study in pristine vanilla hues, with smooth, cream-like armor that exudes the rich texture of frozen custard. His broad chest features a swirling pattern, reminiscent of a custard churn in motion, and shimmering rainbow sprinkles adorn his shoulders, forearms, and legs like ceremonial embellishments, giving him an air of sinister celebration. The sprinkles glint with icy brilliance, their multicolored sparkle standing in stark contrast to his otherwise monochromatic design.

His imposing faceplate, devoid of any visible mouth, is shaped like a frozen custard swirl, its crest tapering into sharp, ice-like points. His optics glow a pale, frosted blue, and subtle ice crystals form around them, giving him an unyielding, otherworldly stare. Tarnstard’s massive hands are tipped with claw-like fingers, each one appearing as though it has been dipped in frozen custard and left to harden into jagged spikes. His legs, sturdy and symmetrical, evoke the base of a sundae dish, emphasizing his grounded, almost immovable presence.

Tarnstard’s demeanor is as cold and unforgiving as the custard motif he embodies. As one of the Frosties, he operates with an icy precision that leaves little room for error or mercy. He is driven by an uncompromising belief in the Frosties' superiority, viewing their frozen confectionary nature as the pinnacle of the Decepticorn ideal. This belief makes him an unrelenting enforcer of discipline and loyalty within their ranks, particularly among the Frosties, where he sees himself as the custodian of their shared vision. Tarnstard speaks with a deep, resonant voice, laced with chilling authority. Every word is measured and deliberate, carrying the weight of someone who demands absolute obedience and respect.

Tarnstard’s loyalty to the Frosties’ ideals often puts him at odds with Megatwix. While he acknowledges Megatwix as the Decepticorn leader, he secretly doubts his caramel-coated ambitions, viewing them as too indulgent and unfocused. Tarnstard believes that the Frosties’ cold, calculated approach represents the future of the Decepticorns, and while he does not openly defy Megatwix, his icy demeanor often carries a subtle undertone of challenge.

Among the Frosties, Tarnstard holds a position of natural leadership. Scorponoshake respects his unwavering resolve, and the two share a mutual understanding of their unique role within the Decepticorn hierarchy. Tarnstard serves as a guiding force for Scorponoshake, tempering his occasional moments of doubt with words of encouragement and icy pragmatism. With Cyclos’mores, Tarnstard forms a fearsome partnership, their combined precision and frost-based abilities making them a nearly unstoppable duo. Tarnstard values Cyclos’mores’s quiet intensity, seeing it as a reflection of his own disciplined nature.

Tarnstard has little patience for the antics of Starcream, whose flamboyance and self-serving schemes clash with Tarnstard’s rigid sense of duty. He often dismisses Starcream with curt remarks or icy glares, considering him an unnecessary distraction. With Soundwafer, Tarnstard shares a mutual respect for strategy and efficiency, though Tarnstard finds Soundwafer’s lack of emotional conviction disconcerting. Shockwerther’s brute strength earns Tarnstard’s recognition, though their differing philosophies—precision versus raw power—prevent a deeper bond.

In combat, Tarnstard is a terrifyingly efficient warrior, his frozen custard powers making him as deadly as he is visually striking. His primary weapon is a pair of energy cannons mounted on his shoulders, firing beams that freeze and immobilize his enemies on impact. These cannons can also unleash blasts of hardened custard shards, each one infused with frosty energy capable of piercing even the toughest armor. Tarnstard wields a colossal custard-infused axe in melee combat, its blade shimmering with a frozen edge that can slice through foes while encasing them in layers of ice.

Tarnstard’s presence on the battlefield is bolstered by his unique ability to create localized frost storms. By spinning at high speeds, his armor generates a freezing vortex that coats the ground in ice and frost, disrupting enemy movements and creating an environment that favors the Frosties’ combat style. The sprinkles on his armor serve a functional purpose as well, scattering in these storms to act as tiny, freezing projectiles that hinder and confuse his enemies.

Tarnstard is the embodiment of disciplined cold, a warrior whose custard-coated form belies a deeply calculating and relentless personality. Among the Decepticorns, he is both feared and respected, a frosty enforcer who represents the unyielding ideals of the Frosties. His unwavering commitment to their cause, coupled with his chilling battlefield prowess, makes Tarnstard a figure of immense power and influence, a frozen custard juggernaut who seeks nothing less than the perfection of his frosty vision.

[warkopmusik]

Tube Mastery and Monetization by Matt Par

In today’s digital age, the power of online video cannot be underestimated. YouTube, the world’s largest video-sharing platform, has not only revolutionized the way we consume content but has also opened doors for countless individuals to create lucrative careers. However, mastering YouTube can be a challenging task, especially if you’re new to the platform. That’s where Tube Mastery and Monetization by Matt Par comes into play. In this article, we will delve into the world of YouTube, explore what Tube Mastery and Monetization is all about, and how it can help you achieve your online dreams.

Unlocking the Power of YouTube

YouTube is more than just a video-sharing platform; it’s a global phenomenon. With over 2 billion logged-in monthly users and over 500 hours of content uploaded every minute, YouTube has become the go-to platform for everything from educational tutorials to entertainment, and beyond. For many content creators, YouTube represents a golden opportunity to turn their passion into profit.

The Creator’s Dilemma

While the allure of YouTube success is undeniable, the path to achieving it can be elusive. Many aspiring content creators struggle with a variety of challenges, including:

Niche Selection: Finding the right niche that suits your interests and has an audience can be daunting.

Content Creation: Producing high-quality, engaging videos consistently can be time-consuming and technically challenging.

Audience Growth: Gaining subscribers and views can be a slow and frustrating process, especially when you’re just starting.

Monetization: Turning your YouTube channel into a sustainable source of income requires knowledge of various revenue streams.

Tube Mastery and Monetization: The Solution

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Niche Selection Mastery: Matt Par guides you through the process of finding a profitable niche that aligns with your interests and has the potential for growth.

Content Creation: Learn the secrets of creating high-quality, engaging videos even if you’re a complete beginner. Matt Par shares his tips on video editing, scriptwriting, and more.

Audience Growth Strategies: Discover proven techniques to attract more subscribers and increase your video views. Matt Par shares strategies for optimizing your channel’s visibility.

Monetization Techniques: Tube Mastery and Monetization explores various revenue streams, including AdSense, affiliate marketing, and sponsorships, to help you turn your passion into profit.

Case Studies: Matt Par provides real-world examples and case studies to illustrate the principles he teaches, making it easier for you to apply them to your own channel.

Why Tube Mastery and Monetization?

You might be wondering why you should choose Tube Mastery and Monetization over other YouTube courses. Here are a few compelling reasons:

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Community Support: You’ll become part of a community of like-minded individuals, all striving for YouTube success. This support network can be invaluable on your journey.

Updated Content: YouTube is a dynamic platform, and Matt Par keeps his course up-to-date with the latest strategies and changes in the YouTube algorithm.

Conclusion

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How to Set Up a High-Converting LinkedIn Business Page?

Creating a LinkedIn Business Page is a smart move for any brand looking to grow its B2B presence and build authority online. With the right setup and strategy, your LinkedIn Business Page can turn casual visitors into loyal followers and potential clients. Whether you're a startup or a growing enterprise, this guide will walk you through the essentials to set up a high-converting page—ideal for any company exploring LinkedIn marketing Singapore opportunities.

1. Choose the Right Page Type

Start by selecting the correct page category. LinkedIn offers:

Small Business (fewer than 200 employees)

Medium to Large Business

Showcase Page (for promoting sub-brands or services)

Educational Institution

Pick the type that fits your business size and structure. This ensures your page layout and features are appropriate for your needs.

2. Upload a Professional Logo and Banner

Your visuals make the first impression. Use:

A high-resolution company logo (300x300 pixels)

A cover photo (recommended size: 1128x191 pixels) that reflects your brand's personality or service

Keep the design clean, professional, and relevant to your niche. Your logo will also appear in search results and follower feeds, so make it count.

3. Write a Compelling “About” Section

This is your chance to communicate your brand’s value. A high-converting “About” section should:

Clearly state what your business does

Highlight your unique selling points

Use relevant keywords (without stuffing)

Include contact details and website links

For companies focused on LinkedIn marketing Singapore, emphasize your regional expertise and what sets your service apart.

4. Add Company Details for Credibility

Fill in all available company information:

Website URL

Industry category

Company size

Headquarters location

Year founded

Phone number and email (if applicable)

These details help build trust and also improve discoverability in LinkedIn searches.

5. Enable and Organize Custom Buttons

LinkedIn allows a CTA (call-to-action) button on your page. You can choose options like:

Visit Website

Contact Us

Learn More

Sign Up

Select the button that aligns with your primary goal and make sure it links to a well-designed landing page.

6. Create and Pin High-Value Content

Once your page is set, it’s time to populate it with content. Share updates that:

Educate your audience

Showcase success stories

Announce new products or services

Reflect your company culture

Pin your most important or highest-performing post to the top of your page to grab attention from new visitors.

7. Use Rich Media and Document Posts

LinkedIn allows you to share PDFs, images, and videos. Rich media typically performs better than plain text and can increase engagement. Use these formats to showcase case studies, product features, or insights related to your industry.

8. Optimize for SEO and Keywords

Include strategic keywords in your content and company description to improve search visibility both on and off LinkedIn. For example, if your service focuses on LinkedIn marketing Singapore, mention it naturally in your text, so users can find you via search.

9. Promote Your Page Internally and Externally

Ask employees to follow the page and share its content. You can also:

Add your LinkedIn Page link to your email signature

Include it on your website and business cards

Share your page across other social media platforms

A strong initial following boosts credibility and helps organic growth.

10. Monitor Analytics and Adjust

LinkedIn provides analytics for every business page. Track metrics like:

Page views

Follower growth

Engagement rate (likes, shares, comments)

Click-throughs on CTA buttons

Use this data to adjust your content strategy and focus on what works best for your audience.

Conclusion

Setting up a high-converting LinkedIn Business Page isn’t about just filling out a form—it’s about making intentional choices that align with your marketing goals. From profile visuals to consistent content and keyword optimization, every detail matters. For businesses invested in LinkedIn marketing Singapore, a well-optimized page can be a powerful asset to attract quality leads and build lasting professional relationships. Start strong, monitor regularly, and keep delivering value through your content.

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How B2B Growth Marketing Services Fuel High-Value Leads

In the fast-paced B2B landscape, traditional marketing approaches often struggle to engage decision-makers and convert leads effectively. Companies need targeted, data-driven tactics that resonate with specific buyer personas. That’s where b2b growth marketing services come in, offering strategic outreach and measurable growth. By focusing on high-value leads and aligning with sales goals, these services transform marketing from a cost center into a significant revenue driver.

1. What Makes B2B Marketing Unique?

B2B marketing differs from B2C in several ways, including:

Longer Sales Cycles: Multiple stakeholders (e.g., CFOs, department heads) influence B2B purchasing decisions.

Complex Value Propositions: Solutions often address specialized needs, requiring more detailed educational content.

Relationship-Driven Sales: Trust and credibility are paramount, necessitating consistent messaging and robust follow-ups.

2. The Role of Growth Marketing in B2B

Growth marketing goes beyond mere lead generation. It emphasizes lifecycle engagement, data analytics, and agile experimentation:

Data-Driven Decisions: By analyzing conversion metrics, bounce rates, or pipeline velocity, marketers refine campaigns for better ROI.

Multi-Channel Outreach: Growth marketing uses email, LinkedIn, webinars, and content marketing to reach prospects where they spend time.

Scalable Processes: Tactics are designed to adapt as the business expands, ensuring consistent performance gains.

3. Core Components of B2B Growth Marketing Services

b2b growth marketing services typically cover:

Persona and Buyer Journey Mapping: Identifying key personas and their pain points informs tailored messaging.

Content Strategy: Whitepapers, case studies, and thought leadership pieces showcase expertise and build trust.

Lead Nurturing: Automated email workflows guide prospects from awareness to consideration, providing relevant resources at each stage.

Account-Based Marketing (ABM): Targeting high-value accounts with personalized campaigns fosters deeper engagement and shortens sales cycles.

4. Benefits of Implementing B2B Growth Marketing

Higher-Quality Leads: Customized strategies attract prospects that align with your ideal customer profile.

Improved Sales-Marketing Alignment: Shared dashboards and goals ensure both teams focus on the same revenue targets.

Faster Pipeline Progress: With well-structured nurturing, prospects move more quickly through the funnel.

Better ROI Tracking: Data-driven frameworks highlight which channels deliver the best returns, guiding budget allocation.

5. Use Cases Across Industries

SaaS & Technology: Growth marketing drives awareness among IT professionals, using targeted demos and educational webinars.

Professional Services: By highlighting expertise, agencies and consultancies attract C-suite decision-makers seeking specialized solutions.

Manufacturing & Supply Chain: ABM efforts pinpoint large enterprise contracts, where multi-stakeholder involvement is common.

6. Tech Stack Essentials

B2B marketers rely on a robust tech stack for success:

CRM Integration: Platforms like HubSpot or Salesforce track interactions, offering sales teams real-time lead visibility.

Marketing Automation: Tools send segmented emails, score leads, and manage drip campaigns.

Data Analytics: Solutions like Google Analytics, Power BI, or custom dashboards measure site traffic, lead quality, and campaign ROI.

7. Common Pitfalls and How to Avoid Them

Generic Messaging: One-size-fits-all approaches won’t resonate with distinct buyer personas. Tailor your content to address specific pain points.

Misalignment with Sales: Without shared KPIs or open communication, marketing campaigns may generate leads that sales deems unqualified.

Under-Utilizing Automation: Failing to leverage marketing automation for lead scoring or drip sequences can result in lost opportunities.

8. The Future of B2B Growth Marketing

With AI and predictive analytics gaining traction, B2B marketers can expect even more hyper-personalized engagement. Tools that auto-generate targeted email copy or dynamically alter website content for different visitors will become mainstream. Additionally, chatbots and virtual assistants may handle basic sales queries, escalating only complex deals to human reps.

Conclusion

B2B marketing success hinges on precision, scalability, and consistent relationship-building. By employing b2b growth marketing services, companies tap into specialized strategies that target the right prospects, streamline sales-marketing collaboration, and deliver measurable ROI. As markets evolve, adopting such a holistic, data-driven approach isn’t merely advantageous—it’s essential for long-term competitiveness and sustained growth.

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Mastering Phlebotomy: Essential Tips for New Technicians to Excel in Blood Collection

Mastering Phlebotomy: Essential Tips for New Technicians⁢ to Excel in Blood Collection

Phlebotomy is⁣ a critical skill in the healthcare field, serving as the gateway for diagnostic testing and treatment procedures. as a new phlebotomy technician, mastering this art is ⁣essential not only for career advancement but also ‍for ensuring patient safety and comfort. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll discuss essential tips, beneficial practices, and real-world experiences that will help you excel at blood collection.

Understanding Phlebotomy: An Overview

Phlebotomy involves drawing blood for various diagnostic and therapeutic purposes. Understanding ‌the role of phlebotomy ⁢in patient care is essential for new technicians. Here’s a brief overview:

Diagnostic⁢ testing: ⁢Blood samples are used to diagnose diseases ⁤and monitor health conditions.

Therapeutic procedures: Phlebotomy can be used for procedures like blood transfusions and ‌ ⁤ ‌ ‍therapeutic phlebotomy.

Collection ⁤techniques: Various techniques are utilized, depending on the nature of the sample ⁢ required.

Benefits of Skilled Phlebotomy

Being skilled in phlebotomy not only benefits patients but also enhances⁤ your professional reputation. Here are ​ some benefits to consider:

Increased patient trust and satisfaction

Reduced likelihood of complications during‍ blood draws

Improved turnaround time for results

Boosted career growth ‌opportunities in the healthcare field

Essential Tips for New Phlebotomy Technicians

1. develop Strong Communication Skills

Communicating effectively ‍with ‍patients is key.here are a few tips:

Introduce ⁤yourself and explain the procedure.

Answer any questions the patient may have.

Use calming, reassuring language to ease patient anxiety.

2. Master the Art of Patient Positioning

proper patient ⁢positioning is crucial for a successful blood draw. Consider the following:

Ensure‍ the patient is seated comfortably with‌ their arm ⁣extended.

Support the arm on a ‍flat surface.

Encourage the ​patient to relax their ‍muscles.

3. Utilize Proper Technique

Using ‍a consistent ​technique will help you excel. ‌Key aspects include:

Selecting the correct venipuncture site⁤ (typically the ​median cubital vein).

Applying a tourniquet appropriately to ⁣enhance visibility of veins.

Using the ‌correct angle and depth when inserting the needle.

4. Practice Infection Control

Maintaining a sterile environment is vital⁤ for patient safety. Follow ⁣these guidelines:

Always wash hands before and after each procedure.

Use gloves and change them between patients.

Properly discard needles and sharps in designated containers.

5.⁣ Keep Learning and Practicing

The world⁤ of phlebotomy is always evolving. Keep expanding your ⁣knowledge through:

Continuing education courses

Workshops focused on advanced techniques

Participation in phlebotomy forums and ⁢community groups

Case Studies:⁣ real-Life Scenarios in Phlebotomy

Learning from real-life scenarios can deepen your‌ understanding of‌ effective phlebotomy practices. Here are‍ a couple of brief case studies:

Case Study

Challenge

Solution

Patient Anxiety

Patient was visibly nervous, increasing the likelihood of movement during‌ the ‌procedure.

Engaged in⁣ calming conversation and allowed the patient to express their concerns before proceeding.

Arduous vein Access

Veins were small and difficult to locate.

Used a ‍warm compress to dilate the veins and applied a tourniquet for ​better access.

first-Hand Experience: Insights from ​Veteran Technicians

Listening to experienced phlebotomy professionals can provide immense value. Here are some insights shared by veteran technicians:

“I always tell new technicians to listen to their patients. Often, knowing their preferences can make ⁤the ​ ‍ entire procedure smoother.” – Jane Doe, Phlebotomy⁤ Technician for 15 years

“Practice is key. The more you perform blood draws, the more confident you’ll become.⁢ Don’t shy away from ⁤ ‌ asking for feedback.” – John Smith, Senior Phlebotomy Trainer

Conclusion: Your Journey in Phlebotomy

Mastering phlebotomy is ‌not just about the technical skills; it’s about ensuring⁣ patient comfort and trust. By ‍ incorporating the essential tips shared in this guide, new technicians can develop​ their skills, build⁤ rapport ⁤ with patients, and enhance their overall practice.Remember, continuous learning and empathy are the hallmarks of ‍ ⁤ an exceptional phlebotomist. Start your journey with confidence and aim for excellence in every blood collection!

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Google Omega Update: A New Era for Website Visibility in 2025?

The Google digital marketing landscape is on the verge of a seismic shift. With rumors intensifying about the Google Omega Update, businesses, marketers, and website owners must prepare for what could be the most significant algorithm change since Hummingbird and BERT.

But what does this mean for your website’s rankings? Will traditional SEO strategies still work? And how can you stay ahead in an evolving search ecosystem?

In this blog, we’ll break down: ✔ What the Omega Update is (and why it matters) ✔ How it could impact your rankings ✔ Why expertise and authority will dominate ✔ Actionable steps to future-proof your site

What Is the Google Omega Update?

While Google hasn’t officially confirmed Project Omega, leaks suggest it’s a core algorithm overhaul designed to:

Prioritize high-quality, expert-driven content over generic AI-generated text

Penalize manipulative SEO tactics (like keyword stuffing and thin content)

Enhance E-E-A-T (Experience, Expertise, Authority, Trustworthiness) in rankings

Reward websites with strong user engagement signals (lower bounce rates, longer dwell time)

This means old-school SEO tricks may stop working, and only the best ecommerce websites and content creators who adapt will survive.

How Omega Could Reshape Digital Marketing Strategies

1. The Death of Cheap AI Content?

With Omega, Google is expected to crack down hard on low-effort AI-generated content. If your site relies on bulk-produced, unedited AI articles, you may see traffic drops.

Solution:

Work with an SEO consultant to audit your content.

Focus on human-first writing with real expertise.

2. Social Signals & Brand Authority Matter More

Google may place greater weight on social proof, meaning brands with strong social media engagement could rank better.

Solution:

Hire a social media marketing expert to boost your brand’s credibility.

Encourage user-generated content (reviews, shares, mentions).

3. E-Commerce Sites Must Level Up

For the best ecommerce websites, Omega could mean: ✔ Product pages need deeper insights (not just sales pitches) ✔ User experience (UX) will impact rankings (site speed, mobile-friendliness) ✔ Customer reviews & trust signals become critical

Solution:

Optimize product descriptions with real expertise (not just keywords).

Improve page load speed and mobile responsiveness.

How to Prepare for the Omega Update (Before It’s Too Late)

1. Audit Your Content for E-E-A-T

Remove or rewrite thin, outdated, or AI-spun content.

Add author bios, credentials, and case studies to prove expertise.

2. Double Down on User Experience (UX)

Fix slow-loading pages (use Google PageSpeed Insights).

Ensure mobile-friendliness (Google’s Mobile-Friendly Test).

3. Build Real Authority, Not Just Backlinks

Guest posts on reputable sites (not spammy PBNs).

Get featured in industry publications and podcasts.

4. Leverage Social Media & Community Engagement

Partner with a social media marketing expert to amplify your brand.

Encourage discussions, shares, and testimonials.

Final Verdict: Adapt or Get Left Behind

The Google Omega Update isn’t just another algorithm tweak — it could rewrite the rules of SEO. Websites that rely on shortcuts will suffer, while those investing in real expertise, user trust, and high-quality content will thrive.

Need Help Future-Proofing Your Site?

For SEO: Consult an SEO consultant to audit your strategy.

For Social Media: Hire a social media marketing expert to boost credibility.

For E-Commerce: Study the best ecommerce websites and mimic their success.

What’s Next? Follow us for real-time Omega Update alerts. Get real-time Google Algo Update alerts and actionable prep guides on our digital marketing agency website.

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“Understanding Google My Business and Its Significance for Local SEO”

Introduction

In the digital age, where competition is fierce and attention spans are short, businesses must leverage every tool at their disposal to stand out. One such tool is Google My Business seo dallas (GMB), a powerful platform that allows businesses to manage their online presence across Google, especially in local search results. Understanding Google My Business and its significance for local SEO can be a game-changer for businesses aiming to attract local customers.

This article delves deep into the mechanics of GMB, its importance in local SEO strategies, and how it can help businesses improve visibility in their respective markets. We'll cover everything from setting up your GMB profile effectively to optimizing it for maximum impact on local search rankings. Whether you're a small business owner or an internet marketing professional in Dallas seeking to enhance your clients' online presence, this comprehensive guide will provide you with invaluable insights.

What is Google My Business?

Google My Business is a free tool offered by Google that enables businesses to create and manage their online presence on Google Search and Google Maps. With GMB, business owners can control how their information appears across Google's platforms, allowing them to showcase essential details such as:

Business name Address Phone number Website link Opening hours Customer reviews

By claiming and verifying a business on GMB, owners gain access to a suite of features designed to enhance visibility and customer engagement.

The Role of GMB in Local SEO

So, why should businesses care about Google My Business? The answer lies in the concept of local SEO. Local SEO focuses on optimizing your online presence to attract more business from relevant local searches. With mobile devices becoming increasingly prevalent, more consumers are searching for products and services nearby.

According to studies, nearly 76% of people who conduct a local search visit a business within 24 hours. This statistic indicates that if your business isn't visible in local search results, you're likely missing out on potential customers.

Key Features of GMB

Understanding the key features of GMB can help you utilize it effectively:

Business Information: Update critical information about your business. Customer Reviews: Engage with customers through reviews. Insights: Analyze how customers interact with your listing. Posts: Share updates or promotions directly on your profile. Messaging: Communicate directly with potential customers.

By leveraging these features smartly, businesses can significantly improve their chances of being discovered by local consumers.

Setting Up Your Google My Business Profile Claiming Your Business Listing

The first step in utilizing GMB is claiming your business listing. Here’s how you can do it:

Go to Google My Business. Click "Manage now" and enter your business name. Choose or add your business location. Select the appropriate category for your business. Fill

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Boost Content Performance: 11 Proven Tips

In today’s competitive digital world, creating content is just the beginning — making sure it performs well is what really counts. Whether you’re a blogger, marketer, or business owner, boosting your content’s visibility and impact is essential. Here are 11 actionable strategies to help you do exactly that:

Optimize for SEO Help search engines — and your audience — find your content. Integrate relevant keywords naturally, write strong meta descriptions, and use proper heading structure. Tools like SEMrush and Google Analytics can track what’s working and highlight opportunities for improvement.

Add Visual Appeal Images, infographics, and videos break up text and make your content more engaging. Studies show that articles with visuals every 75–100 words get twice as many shares compared to those without.

Hook Readers with Strong Intros Your introduction should immediately capture attention. Start with a question, a surprising stat, or a bold statement to spark curiosity. A strong opening sets the stage for the rest of your content.

Keep It Readable Make your content easy to digest with short paragraphs, bullet points, and descriptive subheadings. Use tools like Hemingway Editor to simplify dense language and improve flow.

Refresh and Repurpose Existing Content Breathe new life into old content by updating outdated information or reformatting it. Turn a blog post into a video, infographic, or podcast to expand your reach and appeal to different audiences.

Leverage Analytics Track key metrics like bounce rate, time on page, and conversion rates to understand what’s resonating — and what’s not. Use these insights to refine your strategy over time.

Encourage Social Sharing Add social sharing buttons to make it easy for readers to spread your content. Engage with your audience on platforms like LinkedIn, Instagram, or Twitter to increase exposure and traffic.

Make It Mobile-Friendly With the majority of web traffic coming from mobile devices, responsive design and fast load times are non-negotiable. Optimize layout and content structure for smaller screens.

Use Clear Calls to Action (CTAs) Every piece of content should guide your reader toward the next step — whether that’s subscribing to your newsletter, downloading a free resource, or making a purchase. A strong CTA boosts conversions.

Foster Community Engagement Encourage comments, ask questions, and invite user-generated content to build a loyal community. Creating space for discussion helps you build trust and lasting relationships with your audience.

By applying these 11 proven strategies, you’ll not only improve the performance of your content — but also build stronger engagement and long-term results. Remember: it’s not just about creating content, it’s about making it count.

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How to Build a Personal Brand in 2025: The Ultimate Guide for Entrepreneurs and Creators

In today’s hyperconnected world, your personal brand is one of your most powerful assets. It’s no longer just about your resume or credentials—it’s about how people perceive your identity, your value, and your unique voice across the internet. Whether you're a freelancer, entrepreneur, influencer, or coach, building a personal brand in 2025 can open doors to new opportunities, credibility, and income streams.

This guide breaks down how to build, grow, and monetize your personal brand step by step—leveraging the latest strategies and tools. It’s practical, beginner-friendly, and backed by what’s working right now in the digital marketing world.

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Why Personal Branding Matters in 2025

With millions of creators and professionals vying for attention online, the people who stand out aren’t always the most qualified—they’re the ones with the strongest digital presence. A personal brand builds:

Trust: People do business with people they know, like, and trust.

Authority: It positions you as an expert in your niche.

Opportunity: Whether it's partnerships, sales, or speaking gigs—visibility attracts offers.

If you're unsure how to start building your personal brand, our digital marketing consultants can guide you through a tailor-made strategy that suits your niche and goals.

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Step 1: Define Your Brand Identity

Before you post a single piece of content, get clear on who you are and what you stand for.

Ask yourself:

What’s my mission?

Who is my ideal audience?

What values do I want to be known for?

What tone of voice fits my personality?

For example, if you’re a productivity coach, your brand might be clean, motivational, and data-driven. A travel blogger, on the other hand, might go for fun, visual, and story-driven vibes.

Need help identifying your brand archetype? Let us help you craft a brand positioning strategy that aligns with your goals.

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Step 2: Create a Signature Content Pillar

Great personal brands consistently share valuable content. Choose 2–3 core content “pillars” that you’ll become known for.

Examples:

A fitness expert might focus on workouts, nutrition tips, and mindset hacks.

A designer might share tutorials, portfolio highlights, and client case studies.

Use a mix of formats:

Long-form content: Blog posts, YouTube videos, podcasts

Behind-the-scenes: Day-in-the-life or project updates

At Pradeep Digital Marketing, we help personal brands develop editorial calendars and content plans that position them as thought leaders in their space.

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Step 3: Optimize Your Online Presence

Once you have clarity and content, it’s time to polish how you appear online. This includes:

Website: Your digital headquarters. Include a strong “About” section, contact form, testimonials, and offers.

Social media: Focus on 1–2 platforms where your audience hangs out. Keep your bio, profile picture, and highlights updated and consistent.

Search engines: Optimize your name and keywords related to your niche so people can find you on Google.

If you’re not sure where to start, our team offers personal brand audits and optimization that ensure your entire online footprint is aligned and professional.

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Step 4: Build Trust Through Value

Personal branding isn’t about being flashy—it’s about being valuable. Show your audience how you can help them, inspire them, or entertain them.

Ways to add value:

Share free tips or insights regularly.

Answer questions and engage with your audience.

Post real results—yours or your clients’.

Be honest about your journey (struggles included).

The more you help others, the faster your brand will grow. People remember those who provide solutions, not just slogans.

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Step 5: Network and Collaborate Strategically

Relationships grow reach. Once you’ve built a bit of momentum, start collaborating with others:

Join podcasts or invite guests to yours.

Partner with brands or influencers in your space.

Attend virtual or in-person industry events.

Comment and support other creators genuinely.

This builds trust and exposes your brand to new audiences. You don’t have to go it alone—our influencer marketing support helps you find authentic collaborations that align with your brand.

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Step 6: Monetize Your Personal Brand

Once you’ve built an audience and credibility, there are countless ways to monetize your personal brand:

Coaching or consulting: Offer 1-on-1 sessions in your area of expertise.

Courses or digital products: Package your knowledge into scalable offerings.

Sponsorships and brand deals: Collaborate with companies that share your audience.

Affiliate marketing: Recommend tools or products you use and love.

Freelancing or services: Promote your skills to attract clients directly.

The key is to pick the model that fits your personality and capacity. We help clients at Pradeep Digital Marketing create monetization roadmaps that turn passion into profit.

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Bonus Tips for Personal Branding in 2025

Use AI tools: Tools like ChatGPT, Canva AI, and Notion AI help you brainstorm, create, and plan content faster.

Protect your reputation: Google yourself regularly and set up alerts for your name.

Stay authentic: People follow humans, not perfection. Don’t be afraid to show the real you.

Want expert help launching or scaling your personal brand? Reach out to Pradeep Digital Marketing for branding, content, SEO, and social growth services designed for ambitious creators like you.

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Final Thoughts: Start Now, Evolve Along the Way

You don’t need a fancy setup or a viral moment to start your personal brand. All you need is a clear message, a bit of courage, and consistency. The sooner you start sharing your value with the world, the faster your audience, income, and impact will grow.