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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Can you write something with caddie reader and Rafe going to the country club and booking her as caddie? thankss

Pardon my terrible golf knowledge...

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The written duty of a caddie-girl is to carry the golf bag for the golfer. Although it sounds like an easy job, you are required to have a little golf knowledge…and let your mini skirt do the rest as people who golf at the country club are mostly men.

They won’t mind if you give them the wrong club as long as you giggle when you make a mistake or wear a short enough skirt. It’s pretty degrading and objectifying for women, but rich men give nice tips.

‘’I’m so sorry, Jeff. My alarm didn’t go off and my car wouldn’t start,’’ you explained in a rush to your boss, out of breath from running to the country club. ‘’It won’t happen again, I promise.’’

‘’You’re an hour late, Miss. Y/L/N. Your 9am client is waiting.’’ Jeff raised his eyes from his computer screen, looking at you with disappointment.

Shit. You didn’t think you would have a client so early in the morning.

‘’He specifically requested you for caddie, so save your apologies and excuses for him.’’

It must be Mr. Barclay. You’ve seen him sitting at the country club’s bar two days ago, drinking an old fashioned with a fellow club member. He always requested you as caddie. He said you reminded him of his granddaughter. You didn’t know if you should be flattered or disgusted.

You quickly dropped your personal stuff in your locker and headed to the golf course while rehearsing your apology monologue. It wasn’t in your habits to be late. Hopefully Mr. Barclay will be understanding.

When you got to the course, you searched for a silver fox, but instead you found a tall young man with a snapback and white glove in his right hand.

‘’There you are!’’ he said in exasperation, slinging his golf bag over his shoulder and walking to you.

‘’Rafe?’’

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. ‘’It’s Mr. Cameron for you,’’ he corrected with a shit-eating grin on his stupidly handsome face.

‘’You’re my 9am client?’’

Rafe hummed, his eyes scanning your body and smiling smugly when he saw your small skirt and tight polo. It hugged your curves in all the right places. ‘’Bet you were expecting some rich daddy, uh? I’m sorry to disappoint you.’’ He leaned closer, speaking the next words low enough so only you would hear them. ‘’If you want, you can call me Daddy Rafe.’’

You choked on air. Today was going to be a long day.

‘’Driver, please?’’ Rafe requested, when you arrived at the teeing ground.

You fished the right club from the bag and handed it to Rafe. ‘’Here.’’

‘’Thanks, babydoll.’’ He took the club and moved up to line it with the ball, and swung, his muscles flexing.

You both watched as it flew over a hundred yards in the air. Not bad.

‘’Where’s Topper?’’ you asked. ‘’You usually play with him.’’

‘’Not today. I had other plans.’’ Rafe gave you the club back. ‘’Shall we go find the ball?’’

You spent the next two hours walking along the steep cliffs and hills of the country club's golf course, watching Rafe swinging golf balls and showing off. Unfortunately, you didn’t care much for the sport. You were more interested in staring at Rafe’s muscles flexing and admiring how great his ass looked in those dress shorts.

‘’Want to have a try?’’

‘’Are you sure? I’ve never played golf before.’’

‘’You can do the next tee. I’ll show you how.’’

‘’Golf is more technical than it looks. You don't just swing the ball and hope for the best. There's a lot of factors to think about — the stance, posture, ball placement, and rotation all have to be considered for the perfect swing.’’

‘’First, the grip. Put your left hand at the top of the club and your right hand below the left,’’ Rafe instructed.’’

‘’Good. Now, the position.’’ He situated himself behind you and you tried not to shiver as his hands slowly traveled down your arms until they positioned themselves to cover your own, grasping gently. You could feel goosebumps rise all over your body as you felt his steady breathing on your neck, looking over your shoulder with ease. ‘’Place your feet shoulder width apart and the ball should be inside the line of the big toe of your front foot.’’ He pushed your right heel out with his own foot. ‘’And you gotta bend your upper body from the knees and the knees slightly.’’

So many instructions.

You leaned forward a little while keeping your feet in the right place. ‘’Like that?’’ you asked, not sure if you were positioned correctly.

‘’Bend a bit more.’’ Rafe stepped back with a mischievous smirk, his warmth leaving your back. ‘’More. More.’’ You had a feeling that the position was wrong, but did as told. ‘’Perfect.’’ He swiped his tongue over his lips and hummed, admiring the perfect view of your ass.

‘’And now I swing?’’

‘’Not yet,’’ he said. ‘’I’m enjoying the view.’’

You straightened up immediately, catching what he was doing. ‘’Rafe!’’ you hissed with a glare over your shoulder.

He was laughing smugly. ‘’Can you blame me?’’

‘’Can you guide me again? I lost the position because of you.’’

This time, Rafe won’t make a fool of you. This time, he’ll be the one who gets played.

You took a deep breath as he moved to stand right behind you and resumed the same position he had you in previously. A soft breeze blew and you got a whiff of his expensive cologne. It reminded you of those mornings you had woken up in his bed at Tannyhill, wrapped in his sheets and covered in his scent.

Shaking that thought from your head. Focus.

‘’You’re picking up fast,’’ Rafe encouraged behind you.

‘’Do I?’’ you asked, purposely wiggling your hips against his pelvis.

You heard Rafe inhale sharply in response, his grip on your hands tightening. ‘’If you kept doing stuff like that, I might just have to take you right on the golf field.’’

Please do, you almost let slip.

At the next tee, you ran into Mr. Barclay and one of your co-worker. He was one of the newbies and seemed to be struggling with the golf bag.

‘’Mr. Barclay, hi,’’ you greeted politely. ‘’How’s the course today? We’ve made new additions this year.’’

The older man greeted you back with a smile, then began ranting about how his caddie wasn’t as good as you at the job. ‘’I asked for you at the caddie shack, but I was informed my favorite caddie-girl was already booked.’’

Rafe stepped in, faking an apologetic smile. ‘’That would be because of me. My apology.’’

Mr. Barclay stared you down like you were a piece of meat and then shifted his eyes to Rafe, giving him a ‘lucky you’ kind of look before leaving with his caddie.

‘’Are your other clients all old perverts like him?’’

Most. ‘’He gives me good tips,’’ you said in defense.

Rafe pulled out his wallet, then stared you right in the eyes as he stuffed a crumpled hundred dollar bill inside your bra. ‘’I do too.’’

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sopiao · 10 months

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Hii, how are u? idk if you're taking request or something, but I've been having this idea stuck in my mind, about König and task force 141 running to help the reader who is in some troubles during a mission with them, and the reader is singing "I need a hero" while is fighting and hiding while they arrive to help and at the end everything ends well and everybody laughs of the reader singing while was in this big trouble...

I hope u can help me with this but if not is totally ok, have a nice night/day 🍀

i’d be doing better if it wasn’t for studies T_T but tyy for asking!! really hope i was able to write it how u envisioned it to be.

but ODMSHJXS OMG THIS IS SUPER FUNNY.

like the reader using singing to keep them occupied and a way to try and calm them while they’re in trouble. AND THEY CAN HEAR IT ON THE WALKIE BUT THEY CANT LAUGH.

(Callsign will be ‘Shark’ again, just to make it easier instead of always using reader or they pronouns)

Shark was left behind in the safe house, they felt nauseous and seasick after the boat ride. So, they just left them at an empty house to hide while they do the first part of the plan, just scoping the area out and double checking how well the plan will actually go.

Shark was lazily resting on the couch, dirty boots discarded on the floor next to them, with an arm draped over their eyes. Trying not to move too much or look around to make them even more nauseous.

After a couple more minutes of long, deep, breaths and having to stay still for 30 minutes, they felt okay enough to finally breath normally. With nothing left to do they decided to check up on them. Reaching across their chest to their walkie.

“Update?” Shark waited, listening to the white noise.

“Alpha Golf” Shark rolled their eyes at Ghost’s voice, not expecting him to be the one to respond.

“Speak normally. Saying that takes longer than just sayin’ ‘All good’” Of course Shark had to say something, taking every opportunity to nitpick Ghost, and pick at his patience.

“Shut up” They heard back.

“Hallo!” König’s voice rang through, making them smile unconsciously.

“Feelin’ better?” Price’s gruff voice checked in on them.

“You throw up yet?”

“Eww” Soap exaggerated his disgust.

All of their little messages and chiming in made them less bored, better than just staring at the ceiling.

“Oi! You have your own radio!” Ghost’s annoyed voice boomed through their end. Making Shark laugh, they imagined that they were all leaned into Ghost’s chest to talk to them.

“Asshole” Soaps little hushed comment made them laugh even more. He must’ve whispered it in his own walkie, not knowing that they’re all on the same channel so they’d all hear it, including Ghost. They can just imagine the stop-in-tracks and stare from Ghost.

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“3:10” Shark groan, impatient, it’s been 30 minutes since they last talked to them. They were gonna take a while since it’s quite a distance to get to the site and they had to be extra cautious as to not get caught.

They hummed songs and little snippets of things they hear on the internet to try and pass time. A creak interrupted their own cover of Bruno Mars ‘Treasure’. Shark’s gloved hand immediately flung to their gun, small handgun close to their body as they sat up.

Eyes trailed from their boots to their boots on the floor, then back at the door, then to the hall, back to the door. There wasn’t enough time to get their boots not, not taking the risk.

Three men emerged from their hiding places, all masked, and all armed, unfortunately. Dammit. Shark’s eyes frantically shifted between the three men that slowly closed in on them and then to their surroundings and blocked exit.

“Mother fucka—” Shark decided it was better to take their chances at running away than to be caught and a liability as a hostage, compromising the mission. Spinning on their heel to kick away their gun then elbow the closest man on the neck.

As fast as they can they wrapped their arm around the man’s neck and turned to use his body as a meat shield. Too slow to react and too late to stop the bullets, his teammates fired shots into his chest in a failed attempt to get to Shark.

Immediately booking it to the back door and running into the woods. Cringing at the feeling of twigs and small pebbles that rubbed and poked the bottom of their feet, nothing but the fabric of their socks.

For some reason they were still in that same singy feeling. A nervous tick to try and make their head clearer to make better decisions. Shark started to sing, scat, the doo doo doo’s of the beginning of the famous song awarded for best music moment, Holding Out for a Hero.

The two little ash’s of the song was sung, sorta, when Shark tripped on a thick, fallen, trunk of a tree, and the second played when a bullet flied past them dangerously close to the top of their head. They flipped the switch of their walkie, now’s a good time to alert the others that the empty cabin isn’t safe.

“—FUCK. THERE’S MORE???” Right as they flipped the switch, a different kind of gun fire blasted through the woods, they looked back and saw 5 more goons running after them.

“Shark! Fuck’s happening?!” Price’s voiced yelled through the walkie, almost immediately, responding when the first gunshot rang through the walkies.

“THEY’RE GONNA GET MY ASS. THEY’RE GONNA EAT MY ASS” They were too panicked to properly answer, properly tell them that they were not safe, but I think they got the message through.

Price immediately set his team out, thinking of the best and fastest route to get back. They’ve done enough scoping out for now. Shark just had to hold out on their own for a bit. Still continuing their own performance.

“Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?” They continued, finding an abandoned warehouse and running inside, their stalkers following in as well. Their heavy breathing from the running cut through their notes.

“Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?” When the first soldier came in they took the opportunity to shoot him twice in the knee, they can’t kill them, but they can slow them down. The lyrics came so naturally, they could even hear the background singers in their head.

“Late at night, I toss and I turn and I dream of what I neED! AHH—” They stumble out the half open window, small enough to get through, while the other soldiers have to get back out to continue the chase, leaving their injured soldier back.

The entire time, they left their walkie on, too distracted from the bullets that almost scratched their insides to remember to switch it off. They all could hear it as they ran back to the truck to speed their way back to the lone cabin. They wanted to laugh at how Shark dealed with the situation but felt it was too soon.

“I need a hERO— AGH. I-I’m holdin’ out for a hero ‘till the end of the nIGHT” Shark had to take a sharp turn into the thick woods and hide behind a tree, crouched down, half a minute later the rest of the men followed. By now the saviors had their suspicions that maybe the song chose unconsciously was a subtle message to them to hurry the fuck up.

They were safe for now but it was only a couple minutes until they can see that their trail stopped and they had to retrace it back to them. Shark used their knife to help them climb up the thick trunk of the tree and sit on a high branch, unconsciously hugging the trunk.

“He’s gotta be strong, haah, and he’s gotta be fast, and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight” For some reason they continued to sing, in a way, as a way to calm their breathing and heart beat down, wheezing and gasping in between verses. Very quite and very hushed as to not get caught if the men ever came back. The adrenaline too much, they started to zone out.

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“There!” Gaz pointed out, running up the ruffled leaves, following the tracks, and finding a single white sock. White cotton sock with a blue stripe along the rim and two pieces of fabric to look like bunny ears, small bunny face on the toe part.

“Shark’s” Soap shook his head, gaining hope after long dread. They started to lose hope after a while since they couldn’t find any trace of Shark. Price motion his hand forward, signaling his team to continue on. Gaz pocketed the sock.

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The crunching of leaves pulled Shark back to the present, they immediately froze. Unconsciously slowed their breathing and heart pumping faster. They listened to the footsteps and dry leaf crunching getting louder and louder, closer and closer.

“Look! Bunny sock!” König’s voice picked up on Shark’s ears. König’s caught everyone’s attention and pointed up at Shark’s dangling foot with the matching bunny sock. They looked down and saw the five of them looking up at them hugging the spruce wood.

“Christ. Took ya’ long enough” They scoffed, starting to climb down. They were thankful, just putting out some sarcasm after what just happened.

“Don’t worry, Shark. Heros are here” Price teased. Half way down Shark fell back, with enough trust, Price caught Shark with ease. They patted his chest before jumping off and dusting themselves off. They were surprised with his comment. Huh, I was just singing about that. But they dismissed it, wanting to save themselves from embarrassment.

“Guess ya’ didn’t need to hold out until the end of the night” Ghost spoke up, quoting a lyric from the song, to subtly hint Shark that they heard everything.

“What—”

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perereiii · 2 months

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Agnes!!!

And her ref sheet, of course.

Nerd out about the details in her outfit under cut!

OKAY LETS DO THIS

Aside from the little notes on the drawing, I want to cover design choices down here. Generally speaking, the outfit is historically inspired from here, consisting of a 1918 styled dress suit and shoes from that link in particular; though I’ll have images from there below. The split skirt, as seen below,

Comes from a desire to Do More Shit (not that the skirt was always restrictive—there’s a reason there the hobble skirt of 1907 fell off quickly—but it was much harder to ride a horse or a bike in a skirt). The split skirt was more popular between 1900-1914, as breeches (pants that end a bit below the knee, sometimes known as knickers or plus fours) gained popularity after WWI. I haven’t seen a suit dress combined with a split skirt before, though I’m sure it’s happened, and knowing Agnes, she’ll be fighting just as much as Alastor! The shoes generally pull from below,

I was debating how I wanted the pink/black to be, but I landed on the pink on the top because these shoes generally have a lighter top and darker bottom. Also, it puts something in between the already fully black skirt.

Agnes’ eyeglasses were changed from the monocle specifically because the pince-nez glasses style was more popular in the 1920s over the monocle (though thicker, “typical” glasses were also in vogue).

Her hair is the least historically inspired. I originally wanted to go with the stereotypical, sharp edged flapper bob, but that just didn’t mesh well with what her outfit was. I also wanted to keep the general shape of Alastor’s hair, which led to the shape of her hair near her forehead. The rest is meant to look like a very simplified hairstyle from circa 1918.

As for why I picked 1918, there’s a few reasons. One, from what I’ve seen, people tend to pick their favoured style when they’re around 20 years old. Alastor/Agnes died in 1933, both being around their mid 30s. That would make both likely born between 1895-1900 (though I always go with 1898). Flash forward 20 years, that’s 1918. Two, gotta get that split skirt somehow! And something tells me that Agnes was never into knickers being worn in situations outside of, say, golf. And finally, three, Alastor’s/Agnes’ outfit is NOT the box-like figure that the 20s and early 30s favoured, rather, Alastor’s animated with an hourglass figure (I’m considering the bottom of his suit the bottom half of the hourglass because it’s so large) which is more in line with the S figure of the 1900s.

The suit dresses I took inspiration from,

Would be these (Side note, hats could be weird). While they’re also rather boxy, using the magic of cartoonification, the waist can be shrunk in an absurd amount to fit Agnes’ appearance.

She has gloves, obviously. Not sure why Alastor lacks gloves (you can see in art that his forearms fade from his face skin tone to black, with red tips) but Agnes has gloves.

Her collar is just as stiff as Alastor’s, too. While the highly starched collars of the 1900s/10s were left for men (starched collars were left for men in general, really) I thought it’d look good with what she already has going on.

That’s about it for my nerding out. You better enjoy her (/joking threat).

#wrote her blurb in like 2 minutes. little disorganized but it gets the idea across #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin alastor #hazbin art #hazbin fanart #hazbin redesign #fem!alastor #hmmm #tw eye contact #she is staring directly into your soul #please look at her! it took a while to draw all of this

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chaewandz · 11 months

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ROSE — chapter 9: meet me in the dining hall

synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

At 9:30 am sharp, the twelve suitors gathered around the breakfast table, the guest of honor missing from her own event. the silence that filled every corner and crevice of the great dining hall on that late summer morning was unbearably loud.

not one man in the room could find any words to fill the space in the air. even the guards who stood what felt like every few feet apart seemed uncomfortable. there was no explanation, nor was there any person in charge supervising. no butler or assistant; someone high up on the castle’s totem pole to make sure the day was running smoothly.

there were simply twelve men in overpriced pastel dress as if they were on their way to a golf retreat, staring blankly at one another, taking pauses only to admire the same stitch on their khaki shorts for the umpteenth time that hour.

the light within the golden chandelier that adorned the ceiling was becoming all too yellow and the sound of throats being cleared became all too overbearing. It was to the point where the thundering opening of the grand double doors located at the back of the dining hall almost went unnoticed.

all of the suitors jumped slightly and all heads shot toward the source of the sound. as the oak doors swung open, two guards in white uniform adorned with golden buttons stepped aside.

what happened next could only be described as the sudden appearance of a glittering rainbow shining through your bedroom window, this was of course the entrance of the princess.

her hair was pinned in a braid crown with a few curled strands to frame her face along with miniature flowers carefully placed all around the top of her head. she wore a strapless baby pink gown that stopped at her knees with small pink flowers laid out all across the bodice and skirt. her neck was decorated with a small pearl necklace and she wore white lace gloves with matching white babydoll heels.

she looked like a painting. her bright smile bounced off of the walls and carried on for miles. it felt like every single being in the room was holding their breath at her presence.

“good morning, gentlemen!” she announced, strutting towards her place at the dining table. a butler suddenly appeared at her side and pulled her chair out for her, placing a napkin beside her plate. more and more butlers appeared doing the same for all of the suitors accompanied by a dozen chefs carrying plates of food.

in seconds the table was decorated with plates of tea cakes, macarons, pancakes, waffles, orange juice, and basically any and every breakfast dish you could ever imagine.

riki glanced around the room at the others. they all wore the same nervously excited smirk, their eyes sparkling at the sight of her. as if the food wasn’t even there.

“so…” she started awkwardly. “…i hope you guys enjoy todays breakfast! i selected the menu based on your food preferences from your applications and i hope you like it! or that your preferences haven’t changed since then…but we have so much food that there should definitely be something for you. but if there isn’t just let me know! i can figure something out.” she rambled on nervously. it was ironic that she was the nervous one when she had all power in this competition.

the suitors exchanged glances with the princess and each other then quickly nodded as to put her worries to an end. eventually, she slowly picked up her fork and began serving herself a muffin and some pumpkin bread. at this motion the table erupted into movement, each boy reaching for something different to eat. even with the commotion of the boys gathering food, the room was still quiet. no one spoke and nothing could be heard except the shuffling of chairs and movement of cutlery. noticing the awkwardness, the princess quickly put her fork down and dabbed her mouth with a napkin before making an announcement.

“guys… feel free to talk amongst yourselves by the way! or to me, i mean truly im not that scary.” she laughed and picked up a glass of apple cider and took a sip. riki locked eyes with her at this statement, flashing her a brief smile while sunghoon turned to sunoo to begin gossiping.

“the macarons are so good… sunghoon please i am in heaven.” sunoo exclaimed, grabbing more to add to his plate.

“dude. look at the fruit platter.” sunghoon tapped sunoo’s side, motioning towards something at the end of the table.

the fruit platter in question was a three tier masterpiece decorated in finely cut fruits in the shapes of flowers. the blend of the strawberries, oranges, pineapple, grapes, and watermelon created some sort of garden diorama that stood towering over the end of the table.

“rich people are crazy.” sunoo whispered, unable to take his eyes off of the display.

“sunoo, you are rich people.” sunghoon replied, staring at him intensely.

meanwhile, on the other side of the table taehyun sat still, rolling his eyes at the sight of beomgyu going back and forth between the muffins and the macarons. his plate was so covered with different foods that you couldn’t even tell there was a plate beneath all of it.

hueningkai sat oblivious while gingerly spreading some strawberry jam on his toast and taking a sip of orange juice.

“ooh i haven’t tried one of those yet!” beomgyu declared, glancing towards the corner of toast that hueningkai dropped next to his plate.

“you’ve never tried TOAST?” hueningkai questioned, absolutely baffled.

“well duh I’ve tried toast. i mean i havent tried fancy and rich kingdom toast.” beomgyu smiled as if it was obvious. “i’m sorry it’s just that i want to try everything!!!”

hueningkai and taehyun rolled their eyes with a smile, going back to their own food.

down the far end of the table, heeseung casually engaged in conversation with princess y/n.

“so…dining hall looks about the same since i last saw it.” he whispered, looking around the room. y/n smiled.

“yeah. i mean apart from that corner over there that had to be repainted and covered with spackle because somebody decided to skateboard through here in the dark.” she teasingly replied.

“oh that was one time. and you know it was funny!!!” heeseung fought back. cutting through their laughter, riki decided to engage in his own conversation with the princess.

“princess y/n?” he formally asked.

“yes riki?” she looked up from her plate. riki’s face softened at the sound of his name from her lips.

she remembered my name. he thought.

“how are you today?” he smiled.

“i’m great! how about you riki?” she grinned back at him.

“im great as well. any plans for today?” he questioned. she laughed, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“yes but it’s a surprise!” she whispered, leaning in closer to him. he teasingly rolled his eyes at her.

“i know you want to tell me.” he said, giggling.

she rolled her eyes back at him.

“oh relax you’ll know soon. like after breakfast.” she gave him a quick wink and went back to her food.

smiling to himself, riki turned back to his plate and took a bite of his chocolate chip pancakes. (they were his personal request on his application).

“so guys… since we’re all snacking now, i think it’s the perfect time for my questionnaire to get to know you all better! i’ll just ask random questions which were all written by my lovely friends sakura, isa, joonie, and youngeun. okay?” princess y/n looked around and smiled.

riki thought it was cute how she was just as nervous as they all were.

“okay first question. what is your passion in life?” she asked putting down a cue card she pulled from her lap.

sim jaeyun cleared his throat and adjusted his posture, clearly nervous to speak.

“well my passion is my friendship. my best friend and i chose to open up a cafe a few years ago and it’s the most fun i’ve ever had. i know it may not seem like much, but getting to work with my best friend and serve people great coffee really makes me happy.” he had a small smile on his face and his eyes lit up while talking about it. it was sweet to watch.

knowing his best friend in question was none other than lee heeseung, y/n couldn’t help but smile.

sunoo’s eyes lit up the moment y/n asked the question, already having a perfect answer. waiting diligently until jake finished speaking, he cleared his throat.

“I love makeup and skincare, so much so that I designed and launched my very own makeup brand about a year ago. i have loved getting to design my own products and packaging and hearing other people tell me how fresh my brand is. it’s so rewarding watching something you’ve only dreamt of come to life before your own eyes.” sunoo explained, his face glowing. whether that was because of his skincare brand or just his natural glow is unknown.

nervously tapping his foot on the carpeted hall, riki exchanged glances with each of the suitors as they began sharing their answers. eventually, sunoo nodded towards him encouraging him to answer.

awkwardly clearing his throat, riki prepared his answer.

“I’m not sure if this counts as my passion in life because I mean, I love a lot of stuff but I guess what I do most is photography. I love trying to capture the world’s most naturally beautiful moments. I try my best to find ways to keep record of life through a human’s perspective because I think it’s just so cool. I mean how do cameras even work? I have no idea. but it’s fun pretending I do. I guess that’s it.”

as riki spoke, his eyes nervously darted around the room, failing to settle on a singular subject. but y/n found this particular habit of his to be quite endearing.

once the questionnaire segment came to a close, the princess clasped her hands together wearing a bright smile.

“I really enjoyed hearing about you guys and I look forward to learning even more about you over the next few weeks! but, for today we have a very fun activity planned. so please, head back to your rooms and your assignment will be waiting for you.” The princess ominously announced, still wearing a mischievous grin as she stood and curtsied before leaving the dining hall followed by the same two guards she entered with.

as she exited, the twelve suitors all shared glances of confusion and excitement as they speculated what today could hold.

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author’s note: HELLO!!! hi my dears. I know it’s been like a year or something. Yk this chapter has been in my drafts since September but I just got around to polishing and finishing. I love this au. i am going to finish it!!! ty for reading and sticking around. I <3 you.

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gimmiegolfco · 23 days

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all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth · 6 months

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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Herrenvolk (4x01)

Through the dull roar of blood rushing to his ears, he can hear everything. The residents of Hegal Place are unwinding, kids are arguing with their parents about wanting to stay up later, the opening music to a show he never got to watch is playing through old speakers, couples in love are discussing their plans for the days ahead of them.

His knee slips in his own blood as he struggles to pull himself to the end of the hallway and he falls forward, his chin hitting the surface in front of him as his body throbs from the force. The smooth leather of his gloves makes it hard for him to find enough purchase on the floorboards to push himself forward. It’s starting to become hard to know what direction he’s facing, where he was trying to go in the first place.

He’d become the very thing he’d always admonished. There was no such thing as playing against these people; by the time you realized what game was being played, you’d already lost.

He might not have been there when they’d disposed of Ronald Pakula, but he’d taken out enough whistleblowers to know what would happen to himself in the next couple of hours. His body would go cold in Fox Mulder’s hallway, scaring the shit out of one of his hapless neighbors, then the syndicate would intercept the 911 call, and some men dressed as paramedics would take his body before driving off in an unmarked vehicle. The only reason that grey-haired bastard didn’t take his body immediately was to send a message to Mulder, but they’d be back.

If he’s lucky, maybe they’d bury a dummy in a plot with the name his father gave him etched into the marble. Realistically, he would be thrown in a pit with the bodies of other people who were stupid enough to think they could go against men who thought themselves gods.

No one would remember him, and if they did, they would struggle to remember a name they were never told. The memory of his existence would remain occluded by the shadows he lived in.

Someone once told me-

There was a man-

A friend in the FBI-

Somewhere along the way he’d lost himself, and these men would make sure there would be nothing left of him to be found.

The bitter taste of copper feels sharp on his tongue. A bead of sweat trails down his face, falling into the corner of his eye before sliding down his cheek in place of the tears he refuses to shed. He swallows. The corners of his vision are blurring, but Mulder’s door frame is crystal clear.

Being a part of this world meant making sacrifices. It was foolish to expect to gain something without giving something in return. Fox Mulder couldn’t get that through his thick skull. His loyalty to Agent Scully was an Achilles heel on his favored leg.

Give or take a few months and she’ll be dead; they said the tumor was likely the size of a golf ball by now. There was a betting pool on when she’d get her first nosebleed.

He could tell she didn’t even know she was dying. His wife hadn’t either, but then again, a bullet to the back of the head was a lot less noticeable than a cancerous growth, even if it was the same hand pulling the trigger.

Mulder would have to learn to live with it, just like he did.

His blood was seeping into the wood, staining the areas where the varnish had worn thin. It would be polished over, maybe replaced with tile by morning.

It wasn’t how he imagined his last act. His hair wasn’t gray, the lines on his face weren’t deep enough. His golden pond was empty and his swan song was out of tune. Unlike all those bastards, he didn’t have any children to live on in his memory — so he would just have to use one of theirs.

Dragging himself over the threshold of Mulder’s door frame felt like nails digging into his flesh. His hands shook as he raised his arm and struggled against the weight of this moment.

The old man didn’t get to choose his successor, but he would.

Their conversations hadn’t extended beyond the lies and half truths they were trained to expound, but he was proficient in reading between the lines. Beyond the prim pantsuits and coiffed platinum hair was a woman who knew the men in charge were no better than children playing with matches.

She’ll know what to do.

S R S G

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inkinthequill · 7 months

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🔞Makima's Devilishly Erotic Golf Lesson🔞

[Series: Chainsaw Man

Pairing: [GP]Power/Makima

Word count: 1,416

Contains: Explicit sexual content, including: gloved handjobs, groping and teasing, an extraordinary amount of public indecency, and Makima generally being a possessive freak. You can also view this work and more specific tags on AO3]

Makima has brought Power onto a golfing course to teach her a very important lesson in control and discipline. Makima, being the pure-hearted angel she is, is completely normal about it and has absolutely zero underlying motivations, I swear!

“Hiiiiii-ho!”

A sharp ”twang“ rang over rolling green hills as Power struck a golf ball with enough force that it started burning through the sky like a flare. Several broken clubs littered the ground beneath her, and she had settled one formed from her own blood on Makima's recommendation. Makima, for her part, was situated a small distance behind her and offered a quiet clap.

"See, see?! Witness how quickly I master your human games and despair!" Power decried, paired with a deranged laugh— directly staring and pointing at a group of elderly men passing by in their cart, who all made the collective decision to speed onto the next hole.

"Power.” Makima said, her voice as equal parts quiet and commanding as ever. Hearing it caused the Blood Devil to stiffen in place, clearing her throat nervously and trying to keep calm. Her superior approached from behind her, laying leather-gloved hands on her shoulders. "That was very good."

“Y-Yes?! Yes, of course it was!” Power nodded in agreement, striking a triumphant pose and giggling again. "Did you see how far I struck it?! No human could manage that!"

"Yes, Power, your drive was very good." Makima said, giving the girl's shoulders a sudden squeeze. "However, the reason I've brought you here is not about showing off your strength. It's about control. The goal, again, is not to hit it as far as possible." she said, leaning over Power's shoulder and pointing at the flag pole several hundred meters in front of them. "It's to strike it precisely into that hole over there. Do you understand?"

Power gave a fanged grimace, pouting and kicking the turf slightly. "I hardly see how that's any better than simply..." she began, but catching Makima's steely gaze quickly made her shut her mouth and swallow spit.

"Power..." Makima started again, her cool breath washing over the fiend's neck. "Control is everything. No matter how strong you are, it won't matter if you can't control it," she said, pressing her back against Power's. She slid her hands down the girl's arms, cupping her hands over Power's. Power stiffened, feeling her skin tingle all over— the scent of Makima's perfume was vibrant this close to her, and she knew all too well the overwhelming power that Makima herself held in those hands...

Power felt her arms be guided in a smooth swinging motion. Once. Twice. Three times. Makima remained quiet, before meeting Power's eyes on the third swing. "See...? Firm, but precise. It's called a stroke for a reason. Stroke, stroke, stroke... isn't that so much nicer than simply smashing something...?"

Power had started to squirm at this point, her face burning brightly. "I-I don't see how that'd... help... in a fight...."

"Hmm...? You don't, Power? How would you describe my capture of you, then? Was it a thrashing, or something more elegant?"

The fiend flinched slightly, looking away in embarrassment. "I wasn't... you know I wasn't at full... strength..."

"Sorry, what was that? You need to speak up, Power." Makima stated firmly, a gloved hand slipping down from Power's arms, and trailing down her body. She hovered it over Power's crotch, then pushed her palm against it right as the girl tried to speak.

"I-I! W-What are you doing...?!"

”Demonstrating the strengths of a controlled touch, is all. Please, tell me more about how you would've won, Power.”

"I... well..." Power murmured, biting her lip as her skirt started to tent from the stimulation. "I-If you had given me a fair chance to recover, I could... have..." she trailed off, gasping as Makima reached under her skirt and gently freed her cock from her panties. The black leather of her glove was hot from being worn by the woman over the last two hours, the fingers of which delicately wrapped around her shaft and squeezed down.

"Mhm. Keep going. Don't get distracted now, Power..." Makima said, an almost soothing tone to her voice as she began openly stroking Power's cock.

"I-I would've crushed you in seconds..." Power mumbled, unable to keep herself from haphazardly bucking her hips, eager and desperate to gain more pleasure from Makima's hand.

"Because you're such a strong girl, right, Power?" Makima asked, her voice just as quiet and calm as ever.

"Y-Yesss..." Power said with a moan, shuddering and whining as Makima ran her thumb in tight circles of the tip, the leather of which grew slick from precum. Just as pleasure had been given, it suddenly stopped, leaving Power a weak, whimpering mess. The hidden strength in Makima's arms kept the girl from thrusting into her hand, as much as Power desperately tried.

"Power..." Makima whispered by her ear, sliding her other hand under her shirt. "Do you understand who you are to use that power for now? Who do you obey?"

"W-What...?"

Power yipped as Makima gently nibbled on her earlobe, grasping one of the fiend's breasts in her hands and squeezing. "Who do you belong to, Power?"

"I don't..." Power started, shivering at the continued absence of any stimulation to her dick. While she hated to say it, she was being given a very new and powerful motivator, and she was strongly compelled to obey. "M-Makima..." she whispered.

"You belong to me?" Makima asked.

"Y-Yes..."

"Say it, then, Power."

"H-Huh? A-Again?"

"I need to hear you say it, Power." Makima said, a disciplinary tone in her voice that accompanied a strikingly cold stare.

"I..." Power started, feeling tears well up in her eyes from the sheer desperate need her body was enduring in the absence of Makima's continued touch. "I belong to Makima..."

"That's a good girl," Makima whispered, a soothing warmth returning to her voice as she began to stroke Power again. Her fingers pumped and squeezed and glided skillfully, in a perfect pleasuring rhythm that practically put the fiend into a trance. "Obedience feels better, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes..." Power murmured, starting to loudly moan. Part of her realized that they were still in a public area where anyone could catch them, but every pump of Makima's hand pushed the thought away, and every whispered word locked her worries out.

"My pet fiend... so strong..." Makima cooed, the faintest hint of a smile pulling at her lips as Power's voice got louder and louder. "Are you going to be a good, strong girl for me, Power?"

"Y-Yes!" Power cried, the additional praise and ego-stroking getting her even more into it than she already was.

"You'll follow my orders? Whatever I say? Kill whoever I say?"

"Yes! A-Anything!"

"Good girl. You can cum, now."

Though it was a statement and not an order, something in Power's body was immediately pushed over the edge by Makima's words, almost like her body itself was under the woman's direct command. Power let out a sharp, cute cry, biting down on her lip as she thrust her hips forward and started painting the emerald grass with her hot, pearly-white cum. Makima continued to stroke her off the entire time, the faint smile she had before remaining frozen on her face as she watched Power empty herself onto the golf course.

She halted her stroking as the fiend finally stopped shuddering, getting as much cum off Power's cock and onto her glove as she could manage-- holding her hand up to Power's face.

"Next lesson. When you make a mess, you have to be responsible and clean it up. Understand, Power?"

"I..." Power mumbled, gulping and staring at the ”mess“ presented to her. "I-I understand."

"Good girl." Makima said, using her clean hand to soothingly stroke Power's hair as she started licking the cum off of her glove. Makima rotated the other around so Power could clean the back and front, before slowly slipping her fingers into Power's mouth one at a time when they were the only thing left to clean.

"That's it... you're a fast learner, Power..." she whispered, gently kissing the girl's cheek as the fiend obediently sucked on each of her fingers-- despite having ample opportunity to bite down on her boss's fingers with those dangerously sharp fangs.

Makima pulled the last finger from Power's lips with a wet pop, squeezing the girl's shoulder. She leaned past it, meeting her gaze once more as she cupped her face. "Now..." she said, turning Power's face to stare out into the rolling green hills and thick tree-line. "We still have eight more holes to go, Power. Are you ready for your other lessons?"

"Y... Yes, ma'am... ❤️"

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