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luimagines · 4 months
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I dare you to do one with your favorite trope to write (unless you've already done it)
Oh my goodness, this might be longer that usual. XD
And I really had to think about what I wanted to write. I think I'll make this a one-shot. (unless you guys want more anyway) Prepare for this to be as self indulgent as hell. :D
And I'll make it Time while I'm at it.
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This was the third time this week that you found something like this. You didn't know who was doing this.
A basket, filled to the brim with goodies and trinkets alike, sat properly outside of your window sill. It would be charming if you weren't on the third floor. Someone was climbing up to your balcony and leaving the baskets for you to find.
It was creepy- to a degree. There was never anything malicious about it though. The baskets typically held a flower, a warm meal (or groceries) and some little thing for you to put around your apartment.
You see, you moved to the Kingdom of Kokiri with nothing but a backpack and small child's wagon. Your apartment wasn't even on a nicer side of town. But it hard to be worried about robbers when you're home is bare and empty.
Slowly, that's been changing though. The baskets always had a poem attached, but no name. You secret admirer would give little things from time to time. The baskets are getting more frequent too.
What used to be a small monthly thing, turned weekly then bi weekly- and you're beginning to suspect that they're turning into a daily thing.
Part of you worries that whoever this is, is spending too much on you.
But seeing that the last basket had a new set of dining wear with plates and cups and a some nice utensils to match- you're not inclined to have them stop anytime soon when they're improve your very living conditions as it is. Even if you feel a little guilty.
That being said, this basket had a warm meal already prepared, still steaming in the glass tupperware. There was a small bouquet of roses near the top and a small little box that you opened to see a single slice of chocolate cake.
The card was attached on the inside but it lacked the typical poem. It simple read: "Rest well, Love. You've worked hard today. Dinner's on me. I just want to see you smile in the morning."
You smiles and tucked the card back into its place, bringing the basket back into your apartment.
You have to figure out who this secret admirer of yours is. It has to be someone with access to your floor but it can't be a neighbor. Right? You're on the corner so it can't be anyone to your left. But maybe your neighbor to the right? That's a creepy thought. You hardy ever see him and you don't think he showers throughout the week.
It can't be him. Or at least you're going to deny it.
Maybe it's someone from above? That's more likely. There is this cute guy that you know lives on the floor above you, but you don't know which apartment. It wouldn't be hard to drop the basket secretively onto your balcony from above if that was the case.
The thought rotates in your head as you eat the food. It's delicious. Decadent, even.
Gratitude fills your heart and soul. you have to return the favor somehow after everything this person has provided for you. But how?
You head to bed with a smile on your face and a full stomach. You'll have to start small but you can think of something.
The next morning you head to the castle and walk straight to the throne room.
It was a deal that the king had proposed personally to you. You get to work concern free in his kingdom but you have to report to him every other Tuesday. Seeing as you had nowhere else to go, you didn't think it wise to refuse.
You've grown somewhat close, but with his power and status by his side, you couldn't help but slightly intimidated by him even now.
The king- like most Royals of Kingdoms of Hyrule- was a dragon. Sure, he could take the form of a typical man, but he stayed in his half form more often than not. His age and strength add to his credentials. As the current senior amongst dragons, all you've gathered is that he's lived longer than he appears. The older the dragon, the stronger they are.
King Link is a force to be reckoned with.
However, he's kind and patient with you. He's not all that bad.
You nod and grin at the Captain, who's affectionately called Warrior. Another dragon hidden among the people. You don't know his story, but he's a hard working fellow. He also came to the king in a time of need, looking for asylum and has been working under his employ ever since. He is the king's right hand man.
Warrior smiles back and salutes you softly as you enter. You'll never understand why you've more or less been given free reign of the castle, but with his approval, you feel better to head on in.
You meet the king and curtsy clumsily, still feeling rushed. He's asked you call him Time and he stands from the throne. His face is kind, amused even. A chuckle tumbles out of him as he walks toward you, his marble like tail swinging behind him. "I thought we were passed the formalities, my dear."
You clear your throat. "Were we? I don't recall."
He laughs again. "Come. We have much to discuss."
You nod and follow. He leads you to the back room with a gentle touch the small of your back. It's a familiar routine that you've grown comfortable with.
There's a small rounded table with a pale blue laced table cloth. There's a delicate tea set and it's covered to the brim with snacks and treats alike. You think you see a few of your favorites and your eyes light up at the sight.
King Time notices and he smiles, pleased. "Sit."
You nod and take your usual spot. Time sits across from you and serves you the pieces that you eyes earlier. You almost feel bad. You're still full from the night before.
Time notices. "Something wrong, dear?"
"No." You shake your head, afraid of insulting him. "Someone gave me dinner last night and I'm still a bit full from it."
Time seemed to be shocked by the tidbit. "Really?... Was it good?"
"It was delicious!" You can't help but gush. "I would normally cook for myself but they send food from time to time and it was still warm so I couldn't resist."
His smile turns a little tight. "Is that so? I'm glad that you were fed adequately then.... May I ask who?"
You falter, the smile on your face turning more soft and shy. "Um... I think it was my neighbor..."
"...You don't know who it is?"
You blush and look down onto the table, playing with the treats on your plate. "I know that I should be more cautious. But they've only ever left it on my balcony... It's a secret admirer so to speak. They've given me trinkets and flowers and food. It seems as if they've slowly been furnishing my house for me. I don't know... I've been trying to think about who it may be, but I'm coming up short. Regardless, enough about my lack of love life-"
Time abruptly puts his hand under the table but you catch the reason why before he can hide it.
He's bent the fork in half with his hand, seemingly without realizing it. He smiles brightly, as if nothing happened and the thought gets put on the back burner for now. "Right... Well, you can always ask for my assistance, Darling."
You shake your head with a small smile. "Thank you, but I'm here to report my work. Let's get to business then."
Time clenches his jaw slightly but nods in agreement. "Right. I believe last time you mentioned that you were following a trail of some suspicious individuals on the property of the farm lands for relief efforts. Did that bloom into anything substantial?"
You pull out a manila folder with a smirk and hand it to the king. "Did it ever."
The time passes before you know it. Little by little, as you give your report, if drifts away and you're talking about your lives as much as you can before you leave.
Warrior comes in, informing Time of another meeting has to attend. He looks apologetic.
The king winces but you're quick to stand up, mid panic. "I'm sorry. I've overstayed my welcome."
"Impossible." Time blurts, standing abruptly as well. He reach out as if to stop you and moves around the table as if to block your path. His tail curls around your ankle, stopping your in your tracks. It's gentle but firm. Even if his grip is painless, you can already tell that you wouldn't be able to escape on your own.
You freeze and after a beat he lets you go. Time gulps and stands, seemingly more aware of what he was doing. His grip falls away and he takes a step back. "R-right... I won't keep you from your work much longer then."
You can't help but blush. He's always been fine with putting a hand on your shoulder or your back... but the tail is one of the most sensitive parts of a dragon. And he just grabbed you with it. For some reason, you find yourself blushing.
You nod dumbly, as if your schedule is jammed packed like his. Your heart is pounding. You follow Warrior out of the room as he leads you back to the main gate of the castle.
"Sorry." Warrior says quietly. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Nonono-" You're still shaken by the phantom feelings of the scales around you. Even if it was just a brush, there was a power there. You don't know why you're so out of whack suddenly. The act was more intimate than you were able to admit. "If you didn't say anything, I would have kept going. Honestly, I swear he's just humoring most of the time."
"This is the only time we get him to actually take a break." Warrior tells you. "He'd work himself t the bone if it weren't for you. It's not like he can't afford it. He's two years ahead of his work. By all means, keep him there longer."
You flush and look away, walking out of the gate. "Oh please, he'll get sick of me before we'd know it."
Warrior is quick to bite his tongue, biting back the instant retort that no doubt sat on his tongue. He takes a breath and shakes his head.
"...He likes you." Warrior looks pained. Like there's something there that he wants to say but can't. You don't see it. "Would you like me to walk you home? If I recall you live far enough away-"
"Not enough to cause concern, Captain." You smile and pat his shoulder. "But thank you."
"His Majesty wouldn't like it if anything happened to you." Warrior tries to push it a little bit.
You shake you head. "And take more of your time away? You work just as hard, if not harder, than the entirety of the castle staff. I think only the King works harder than you."
He presses his lips into a thin line. His own scales poke from under his skin. Something is riling him up but you don't know what. You've never seen his dragon form or even his half. He seems to hide it more often than not. You would never know he was a dragon if the King hadn't said anything earlier.
Warrior sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "Very well... Just... be safe, yeah? I don't think the goddesses themselves would be able to calm the king should things go wrong."
"Like what?" You snort. "I end up in the hospital? I'll be fine. No worries."
You wink for good measure and head home, happy, fulfilled and ready to take on the rest of the week.
You miss the next three visits.
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atenanaao3 · 2 years
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AU: Where Hob fell first, but Morpheus falls harder pt. 1/4
It was easy for Hob to fall in love with the stranger he had met every hundred years. He was Hob's anchor, his own personification of hope.
He's only human, there are times that he wants to give up, but when he thinks about his stranger whom he will meet every hundred years, his love for life and everything else easily comes back. That's why he wants to further their relationship from acquaintance to friend because 500 years of being constant are probably enough time to call someone your friend.
But we all know what happened in 1889. That's why Hob decided not to push his stranger away by keeping his feelings to himself.
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Being alone for one hundred and thirty years with only your thoughts to accompany you is maddening, but it lets Morpheus think about his existence, his failures and regrets. And he regrets many things, especially his last conversation with his project friend. He finally acknowledges that Hob is his friend, his only friend.
One of the few that have waited for him. And Hob isn't even one of his creations, nor was he part of the dreaming. And even though Hob didn't know who he was and what he was, he built an Inn and ensured he could find it. He did it all because Hob considered him a friend. When he entered the Inn, he was unsure what would happen, but seeing the familiar face, the kind smile, and eyes that twinkled like the waters in the dreaming, he finally understood what his sister meant about being grounded. He feels like going home after a long day years of work.
Hob is his home.
Hob initiated first; it's Dream's turn this time; he asked if their centennial meet-up could be turned into a yearly or even monthly one.
Hob smiled, and with his voice that makes Dream yearn for something, speaks something that Dream will never forget "My friend, I will always welcome you. You can always come and visit me whenever you like."
If only Hob knows what he's inviting because Morpheus is greedy; if he can only grab Hob and make him live with him in the dreaming, he will that instant, but for now, he will let his thirst be quenched by simply visiting him whenever he's free.
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And visit he does. After Corinthian, Rose, and his sibling, Dream immediately visit Hob, he is welcomed with a cup of tea and reassuring words.
He visited the next week and was filled with stories about Hob's students; they sat on the couch, comfy and warm, and it smelled like Hob. He remade the couch when he returned to the dreaming, but it was not the same. Matthew suggested having Hob sit on it when he visits the dreaming.
His next visit was the very next day; they touched for the very first time; it was a simple pat on the back. A simple greeting, but he wants more. He visits him one night, Hob is asleep, and Dream doesn't bother waking him up; instead, he sits on the edge of the bed, hand tracing Hob's body, memorizing each detail, all the while making sure that Hob dreams of nothing but paradise. His next visit was to the college where Hob was teaching, he planned to observe, but the moment Hob noticed him, he immediately grabbed Dream and was introduced to his class. The students were friendly, making Dream feel welcome. He made sure to send a nice dream their way.
His next visit was a week after; Hob was cooking something, a familiar scene from dreams he encountered from husbands who missed their wives. When Hob turns with a smile and greets him, he feels alive. Suddenly he understands. He's in love, and he desires more.
Desire.
He immediately flees, fearing that he will lose his friendship with Hob because his sibling is messing with his affairs, just like before, just like all of his past relationships. And he can't have that.
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It was real; everything was real. Death and Destiny even confirmed it. Unlike his past, Desire stayed away from Hob and his feelings. His hunger for Hob is all real. He went back to Hob, fearing that his departure would cause some argument, but Hob just welcomed him with his kind smile.
"Is everything okay?"
Dreams smile, letting his emotions control his body; hugs Hob, engulfing the man with his form, essence, and power. "Yes, now everything is going to be alright."
"Did you just get taller?" Hob asks, hugging Dream back.
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But something is different with Hob. Dream knows his love was requited; he can feel it, it flows into Hob's dream, and even Destiny confirms it. But Hob was holding back. Lucienne and Matthew told him what was happening by simply uttering a year. 1889. And Dream understood how big Hob's heart is—loving him without something in return.
"So what's your plan, boss?" Matthew asks while being perched on Dream's shoulder. "I'll show Hob how much he means to me." Dream replies, looking at Hob's sleeping form. "Uh boss, maybe start with not being creepy?"
- pt. 1 https://at.tumblr.com/nanaboslim/au-where-hob-fell-first-but-morpheus-falls/m80qdrtu4ow5 pt. 2: https://at.tumblr.com/nanaboslim/au-where-hob-fell-first-but-morpheus-falls/l9ke0zi4z7pb pt. 3: https://at.tumblr.com/nanaboslim/au-where-hob-fell-first-but-morpheus-falls/up05rtvkbaiz
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the-dixon-effect · 9 months
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When you know, you know Part 1
A/N: my first ever fic! i was excited to write this as i have only ever written poetry and short stories and i wanted to do something TWD-related and also write about bae daryl dixon.
pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader
words: 1.2k
warnings: very angsty!
update: you can now find part 2 here!
The two of you sat with your backs up against the wall, simply enjoying each other's presence. Despite Daryl's familiar company, you couldn't shake the same feeling you'd had since you'd known about Leah - the same pang of jealousy, the same slight disappointment. You and Daryl were best friends, it had never gone beyond that. However, you couldn't help but imagine yourself in his arms, waking up next to him every day, hands draped around his neck, perfectly intertwined. You supposed that you two would sort of just end up together one day, and life would go on as normal, whatever that 'normal' might be.
That was all until Daryl went away, looking for Rick after he disappeared. Time seemed to go by slower without him by your side, as he always used to be. This emptiness didn't go unnoticed by you, who secretly yearned for his presence in your life again. Evenings spent together with a bottle of whiskey and warm company turned into monthly conversations over the bank of a river, and daily interactions turned into occasional letters, begging him to come home. What you hadn't thought of, however, was the possibility that he had found someone else out there, someone who took care of him in ways you couldn't, in ways you wished you could.
You sat, observing the cabin in which Daryl and Leah had shared.
"What colour was her hair?" you said, breaking the silence, with the slightest smile shaping the curve of your lips.
"... it was red. Why'd ya ask?" he said in his low tone.
"Don't know. Just tryna picture the bitch who stole my best friend," you said with a slight giggle. He smiled at this. Daryl sorely regretted leaving you and he wished that he could tell you, or make it up to you somehow.
There was silence for a moment. "What if you came back home and I was with someone else?" you began with bravery.
"What- what are ya asking me?" Daryl replied.
"What if- what if you came back and I was gone? Or dead?" He turned to look at you, hair falling over his eyes and his brows furrowed. His heart sank at the thought of losing you, but he had to say something now or else he might just lose you by ruining your relationship. Perhaps he had underestimated how much you missed him while he was gone, he didn't believe anyone was capable of missing him as much as you seemed to.
"I- I dunno. I guess I woulda blamed myself." It was his fault. Shit. It could've been his fault. The realisation that you could've died and he wasn't there to protect you suddenly clouded his thoughts, and the guilt of leaving you behind consumed him.
"But it wasn't your fault. I know how you always blame yourself, for everything, but this time, it wouldn't have been your fault, Daryl. Because you weren't there." Your eyes had glassed over, and the pit in your stomach rose again, like it had done every time over those six long years that you were reminded of Daryl's absence. You were resentful, and angry at him for leaving, you had every right to be. Maybe it wasn't that he'd left. Maybe you were simply jealous that he'd found someone better.
He'd gone quiet, and the warm atmosphere had faded. He wanted to defend himself, he wanted to defend Leah and the times they'd had together, but a part of Daryl knew he couldn't speak it out loud, not to you, anyway. Despite his fond memories of her, Leah had left him, leaving no good reason why, either. For now, he wanted to be right here with you, but he didn't want to have to explain himself, not like this. But how could you forgive him. How could you two just pick up where you left off, and expect to build your relationship from there without at least addressing the six-year-gap that was filled with only heartache and discomfort? "I missed you. I really, really missed you, Daryl. Like, I had to shape my life around this empty space that you left, for six years!" Daryl was in disbelief at your words. His heart was sinking in real time and there was nothing he could do to go and change the past. How could he have done this to you?
You couldn't meet his eyes. All the emotion that you had felt since he left was coming out and there were now tears staining your cheeks. It almost felt like he didn't care, yet you could sense he did. Daryl was never all that brilliant with words, but in this moment, they failed him completely.
"Ya mean that?" he spoke, quietly.
"What, you think I'm just saying what you wanna hear? 'Cause I don't know what you wanna hear, Daryl!" In this moment, it was like every thought you'd ever had about Daryl was going to come out, and it was getting harder and harder to stop yourself. "I never know what you wanna hear! Hell, I thought you forgot about me. So tell me, what do you wanna hear?" You looked at him, for the first time in a while. He stared back, blankly.
What you didn't know is that he felt the exact same, that he'd made the biggest mistake of his life. And for the best part of six years, he wished he was at home, with you, where he should have been.
"I'm in love with you, Daryl, come home and start a family with me." You said, sarcastically, as though you were mocking the very part of you that wanted to say those things. You swiftly wiped away your tears and collected yourself.
A thought popped into his head. His eyes lingered on your face as you broke the eye-contact and looked down at your fingers, which you fiddled with for a moment before he broke the silence,
“An’ what about those times where I had to sit and watch?” he began defensively, yet still as soft as before.
“What do you mean?”
“Ya know what I mean. Shane, Aidan. When you and your little boyfriends went frolickin’ ‘bout the place like nothin’ mattered,” Daryl had remembered the times he almost felt sick to his stomach having to watch you parade about alongside your latest romantic interest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Daryl.”
“Ya know what I’m talking about jus’ fine.” Oh.
Oh.
Daryl had been just as jealous as you were.
He could almost see the cogs turning in your head. He had mentioned Shane, who you had been involved with a long, long time ago. How long had Daryl felt this way?
You looked up him, at a loss for words. Such a strange feeling choked the air, and you suddenly felt a little sick. “Daryl, I’m sorry. I have to go to bed.” You got up off floor and the left the dusty living room to find yourself any space where you couldn’t feel his eyes on you from across the room. This was certainly not the way your love confession was supposed to go, you thought to yourself.
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booiiee · 8 months
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King of my heart,
body and soul
Christmas wasn't really your favourite of festivals, you liked the lights, the huge Christmas tree, the many red sweaters your friends gift you "as a joke" (you have about 3 pair of 'jingle yo bells' sweaters that'll never see the light of the day).
Christmas, however, was also the time your (now) fiance has time off from his very busy career as a kpop idol. Sounds almost too funny to even say that, that you're engaged to a kpop idol. Up until September your engagement was kept a secret but one random day (your 3 month anniversary, he's a sap of course he celebrates monthly anniversaries) he decided to go on live and show off his ring. You weren't allowed access to your phone for the next 24 hours cause he knew you'd be upset by the "fans" that call you unworthy of having their idol.
Hyunjae behind the scenes was just a guy. Really. He was just some guy you met at a McD parking lot, just some guy who tore his shirt pocket to offer you something to wipe your tears with, this guy who you kept bumping into until you took the initiative to thank him for his help when you first met. Hyunjae was just some guy to you, he was nice to you always, a gentleman even when you weren't looking, funny without being offensive or rude and so easily attractive. He had the face that has the similarities of many others but even in a crowd of hundreds you could spot him, so really, hyunjae was just some guy, that you were undeniably attracted to.
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You found out his rather popular status on your first non-date to a restaurant that was known for having the best Italian food in town. Dressed to kill -you-, he picked you up with a bouquet of pink roses, his white shirt complimenting your beige satin dress, you had to stop yourself fron thinking how you looked like a real couple. Your magical evening was rather interrupted by a big group of people wanting to take his autograph after he politely said no to pictures. You give him a soft smile as indication for him to sign the fans' merch but mentally you took a note of all the people trying to touch his arm.
I am so sorry for that I really tried to say no.
He didn't look as apologetic as he did anxious. Maybe this wasn't the first time his date was interrupted by his fans
It's okay. I really should remember that you're a k-pop star and not just some guy I'm hanging out with.
You wanted him to point out that this is more than just hanging out, that this is a date, that he's as smitten by you as you are by him. Instead he just gives a smile that feels rather staged, one that he'd pull in interviews that he hated. You wished you never said anything, of course this means nothing to him, you're just a regular person with a regular job, he's everything, he has everything and everyone why would this be more than hanging out of course.
You are shaken out of your trance as you feel his warmth beside you. Pulling you by your chair he makes you look into his eyes and with the smile he holds always, the genuine real smile, he holds your hand, you shiver as his cold hands meet your warm palm, you wonder how his warmth doesn't carry onto his hands, almost as if they were on their own, with their own mind.
I don't know how you feel and I won't assume, however, I have to be honest to you, this, between us is not just hanging out to me. I mean sure I love hanging out with you but not cause you're just some girl to me, and I don't say this to mock what you've just said, I'm trying to tell you how I feel. I'm trying to tell you I like you and that this dinner is a date, I'm sorry I didn't put it into words before and I'd accept if you'd want to hit me with this bouquet and if you don't speak to me after tonight, or after this long monologue, but I really like you and if you can tolerate few of our dates getting interrupted I swear there won't be anything else you'd have to complain about.
Hyunjae wasn't just some guy. He's never been. You knew who he was when you first met, the terrible day you've had suddenly felt so worth it seeing his face, his shirt pocket that had your mascara on it was the most important piece of clothing to you and every smile he gave you made you feel like you could die happily. You've thought about what he'd say if he knew that you knew, you knew that he had the whole world at his feet and you loved that he still chose to talk to you, that he could go upto any girl and yet he asked to sit beside you.
Hyunjae was everything to you, so when you feel tears stream down at his honest and oh so sweet confession, you weren't surprised. His panicked face reaching out for his shirt pocket again had you rushing for his hands and telling him and you weren't sad, just so so happy you couldn't stop the tears. He sat beside you for the rest of the dinner and just like every romance book ever written about gentlemen and perfect dates, he kissed you at your doorstep, and kissed you again as he closed the door behind you, and near your couch, and again on your bed as you both fell down softly on your maroon sheets.
Hyunjae is shy. He's been a shy guy for as long as you've known him, you did feel how he held you by your waist on your way to home tonight, but mostly hyunjae is shy. Which is why you gasped when his hands squeezed your waist as he moved lower to kiss your neck the way he kissed your lips, maybe worse than how he kissed your lips. His lips on your neck were accompanied by his tongue and soon his teeth, you've always been wary of intimacy but this right now, him touching you like you're his everything, like touching you is all he's made for, like he has to remove every touch that wasn't full of love, this right here felt so right, so good.
A whimper leaves your mouth when his teeth leave a mark at the sensitive spot on your neck, you hear him chuckle as his tongue follows right after. You feel as though you should stop him, as though you need to follow this imaginary rule of not doing anything more than a kiss on a first date, but you've been into him since the very first date and in your head all your "hangouts" were basically dates so it didn't really matte-
Get out of your head and come back to me. I want you to remember every touch, every kiss I want you here.
His voice pulled you out of your head as he hovered over your face. You pull him in for another kiss causing him to fall onto you completely and letting out a low groan that, for the first time in your life, aroused you more. Your hands grab his beautiful curls roughly as you deepen the kiss and simultaneously moan with how his body felt on yours. His hair was always your favourite feature of him, curls were so blessed to be adorned by him, something fans couldn't see often as he straightened them up for almost all of his appearances, his curls that made him look extra curly, his curls that were looking so sinful right now as he broke the kiss to kiss you right above your breasts.
Your hands wander down on his waist and his shirt that had risen up allowed you to have direct contact with his on so slender waist and you couldn't help but let your fingers trace his (very slutty) waists. Jesus, why did men (him) have such slutty little waists (you literally could foam at your mouth because of his waist). He seemed to have liked your wandering hands on his waist as he bit just above your left breast and pushed his waist closer to you, the movement causing you to come to the realisation of what this could progress to.
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He was hard. Painfully so. It wasn't the first time you've felt a man hard above you, it was however the first time you've felt aroused by it, felt so aroused you couldn't help but whimper. He felt so big, scary even, and you hadn't even seen, or felt, rhe real thing yet, his pants blocking the reality from you.
He stops his tortures on you as he balances his body on his arms and gets up, still hovering, barely touching, ridding you of the pleasure of having him where you wnated.
Tell me to stop and I won't think twice. Tell me what you want and I'll do that, no more, never less. But I want you to tell me.
Would you think any different of me if I asked you to stop? It's not that I don't want it, god I do, I do want it so bad, I just want to I don't know maybe feel a little more comfortable with your touches, and it's not you at all, trust me, I just want to not be thinking so much and just feel, and I know I sound like I'm saying two things but it's just I don't know I jus-
Hey, hey, look at me, you're making sense and I get it, I'm not confused I understood 100% of what you just said. As far as thinking differently goes, nothing you say or do can change the way I feel about you, nothing. Don't worry okay? I'm your boyfriend now, I'm here when you wanna hang out, when you wanna cuddle, when you kiss and I'll be here when you'd want me to devour you.
He kisses you again, deeply, caressing your hair at the same time. He gets up to leave when you pull on his, now undone, shirt sleeve.
Would you- would it be okay if i ask you to stay? I meani totally understand if it'd be weird for you to yk just cuddle or whate-
Of course, I'd love to stay my love. I understand that you can't just stop overthinking just because I ask you to but with me even if you're overthinking something, just say it out loud, okay? Now change into something comfortable and let's get you to sleep.
As he held you in his warm embrace, you realised just how much more he meant to you. For the first time in a while, your brain wasn't racing and before you could spend more time embracing his features, sleep had taken over.
Things moved rather fast after that. Hangouts became sleeping in, dates eneded up with heavy makeouts and movie nights were always followed by him falling asleep halfway through on hour shoulder. You had gotten used to his out of nowhere kissed but his hands, his hands with a mind of their own always caught you by surprise. Hyunjae looked so oblivious to your gasps whenever he'd grab your waist a little too roughly or whenever they'd make contact with your collarbones when snuggled on the couch. Maybe he was oblivious to what his hands did to you, almost as if they were different from him, with a will of their own, with an obsession with having you always.
Hyunjae would be giving you feather like pecks on your face and his hands would be caressing your cleavage, sometimes hyunjae would be busy in reading the script of a variety show appearance and his hands would be drawing circles on your thighs, god you loved how free his hands were from him.
You were introduced to his members just weeks into dating him and all of them spoke of how he's turned into a sap and how he spends his free time smiling at your picture like a soldier away from his wife. Hyunjae would never be as risky as his hands, that would pull you to sit on his lap in his makeup room or pull you in an empty room and pull you close, too close to hyunjae.
You missed hyunjae when he had promotions, too busy to even have a proper conversation with you, you missed his hands on you the most whenever you saw him being a menace on stage. The same hands that had pulled your top down to your waist and hand grabbed your breasts like they were the most magnificent set ever, the hands that tortured you by squeezing your breasts but never doing more, the hands that grabbed the back of your neck when hyunjae marked up you collarbones, your jaw and almost your breasts.
You missed hyunjae and you missed him enough to know you'd give him all that you've wanted to since his confession. Not because he's hyunjae, not because he's your everything, not because you were dating, because you loved him, really truly, madly, you loved Hyunjae and if the words won't come out, you'll show in actions.
I AM SEEING YOU TODAY I'M SO HAPPY DID YOU MISS ME?
of course i did, you know i dont like sleeping without you:(
I know love, we'll have lots of cuddle time now, i have a week's free schedule. Im not gonna leave you alone for a single minute!
Can't wait!, I have a something to show you xD
👁️👁️ WHAT
you'll know <3
To say Hyunjae was surprised would be an understatement. Sure, he knew someday this day will come, but he did not expect his lover to -literally- pounce on him the second he walked in that door. He was pushed onto the closed door and his lips were now held hostage by his angelic lover who had switched places with the devil tonight with how she was letting her hands explore his body.
His hands not listening to him again pulled her off him and shoved her to the wall, switching the position, causing her to smirk instead of being surprised. Hyunjae wanted to talk, to caress her face, his hands? One grabbing her neck and pulling her close for a kiss deeper than the last, the other on her left breast already causing her to moan with the not so light squeezes.
I want you. All of you, tonight. I want you to have your way with me, to devour me liek you said you would, I just, I want you.
Hyunjae did not think twice as he pulled you towards your bedroom. Gently laying you on your bed he began undressing himself first, giving you the chance to admire his well toned body, his abs very visible enough just the way you loved and his prominent V line made you wet thinking about what follows. As he unbuttoned his jeans you could finally see his rather big dick's outline through his underwear, saving the best for the last he hovers over you as he kisses you softly and pulls your dress above your head. You get reminded that you were not wearing a bra with the way he gasps, his hands have had their sweet time with your boobs but this was Hyunjae's first time seeing your breasts our and proud and the way his mouth latched onto your right, you could conclude he loved them.
His left hand took the opportunity to squeeze the left simultaneously as you moaned loudly, causing hyunjae to grind onto you. Your hands found their way to his waist then went lower to his ass and jesus christ he worked out! His mouth and hand switched places as you pushed him closer, closer to where you needed him the most. Having him wasn't just a want to you, it was a need, like if he wasn't inside you anytime soon, you'd cease to exist. Hyunjae's hands being a step ahead went south and pulled your -soaked- underwear down. You'd be too embarassed of it wasn't for the growl that left his mouth when his fingers came in contact your wetness.
He kissed his way down and made eye contact with you as he kissed you there. One kiss turned into several and suddenly became licks and before you could process it all, he was eating you out, like he was an animal, like you were a candy, like he could devour you whole, like you deserved.
God, you make me so crazy. I feel like I'm losing my mind. You're so goddamn hot and just for me, I'm the only lucky man who gets to have you, just me. The luckiest man in the world.
You tried to push him away as you felt closer to an orgasm but he kept going. This side of hyunjae will be imprinted in your mind forever you think. You came and felt like your soul had left your body and was watching you from afar, hyunjae kept going until you were done coming down from your high. To give you a few minutes to breathe he went back up leaving soft kissed from your face and neck trying to calm you down and you once again felt like you've won in life.
Feeling the need to return the favour (& feeling bold in the moment) you push him on his back and try to pull his underwear down but get stopped in the middle.
Oh trust me I want this more than anything but tonight I want you to feel all that I've wanted to show you.
He lays you on your back as he stands up and pulls his underwear down, freeing the huge cock that you were -somehow- supposed to let inside. You gulp at the sight of him and watch as he stokes it to make it even bigger. You wonder if you'd survive this but conclude that it'd be the best way to go if you don't.
It will hurt and I don't say this to sound cocky but I'm a little bigger than most guys so it'll hurt a lot, but if it hurts way more than your tolerance please please tell me, I don't want our first time to be a painful experience for you, okay love?
I- uh, this will be my first time, ever. And I'm sorry I'm saying that right now but I just you never asked I never mentioned and now it's just, but it's okay if you'd wanna stop right now.
Fuck, okay. Don't feel bad babe, it's not weird, I'm honoured that you want me to be your first but I want to ask you once again, are you completely sure you want this? I can wait for you absolutely.
I want you, Hyunjae, I really do.
Hyunjae hovers over you again as he takes your lips in another kiss, somehow deeper than the rest. Tongues playing with each other as he lines up his cock near your entrance and slowly enters you. You feel the pain he mentioned but ask him to move on, after what feels like forever, he is inside you completely but doesn't move and you feel grateful cause he really wasn't kidding about being bigger than most men, he felt so deep inside, so close that the pain felt irrelevant. You whisper in his ear asking him to move and then lose all ability to talk once he does. You suddenly understood what people meant when they said sex could change you, in those first few thrusts you felt as though you'd already addicted and the way hyunjae was grunting, you could imagine he felt the same.
Countless curses and groans later you had kind of gotten used to his size when you asked him to go harder, he growled in your neck as he picked up the pace, his hands holding yours down, intertwined, just like the movies, but his noises, p0rnographic. He was rough in a way that made you feel like a slut, his own personal slut, but the way he kept kissing your face and whispering I love yous in your ear made you feel like his lover, his wife, his everything. You came in after his continuous thrusts to your sensitive spot and not long after he followed, shaking in your embrace and biting your neck.
Too tired to keep your eyes open you close them to rest a little and wake up next morning in a big tshirt cuddled in hyunjae's naked torso. You kiss his chest and heat him groan, so you do it again and again until he is hovering over you with your hands pinned over your head with one hand and the other caressing your thighs.
You know you never really let me do one thing last night.
He looks at you confused and before he can question you push him on his back straddling him, your naked core near his semi hard. You grind yourself on him as he groans and grabs your hips to steady your pace. You pull his hands away from you and you get down and get lower nearing his cock. He shivers as you kiss his hipbone and lets outs a loud moan when you hold his now hard dick in your hand.
His moans give you motivation to continue your movements as you lick along his big shaft and rhe way he gasps makes you confident that putting it inside your mouth till you felt him in your throat was a good idea. He was the singer anyway, your throat being used would not hamper your job. So you take him deep and you continue to suck him like your life, and his, depended on it. Hyunjae tells you he will kiss the ground you walk on when he comes.
Your relationship was never the same after. For the first few days you guys couldn't keep your hands off each other. Kitchen, couch, bathroom, the vanity, you had done it all and done it everywhere. On the 4th day Hyunjae was told he'd have to cut his trip shorter so he fucked you 5 ways into the fifth and last day of his little free time.
A month after that he had proposed in Pohang, one of your favourite places in the world and you had accepted with surprised and annoyed face cause you were literally out and about in his BIG hoodie and shorts and freaking flipflops. He promised he wouldn't post the pictures anywhere, he lied. On your 3 month anniversary he announced your relationship to his fans on live and while you came home to a dozen bouquets, your Instagram was filled with vile comments about how he deserved more.
He had his company file an official notice that they'd take legal action against harmful comments made towards you even though you said you didn't vet bothered by those comments (you did).
Christmas wasn't really your favourite of the festivals, but you came home to your fiance, Hyunjae, with his warm smile and soft curls falling onto his beautiful face, calling you his wife and kissing you breathless, and everything was merry.
this was written solely for @un-love i hope this filled tha hyunjae fic shaped void, hope you liked the smut xD
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keegansgf · 1 year
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YOUR KEEGAN FICS ARE TOP TIER
okok so in your my angel, my paradise fic, Keegan says
“After this is all over, I’ll make sure that quiet countryside life you dream of comes true– I promise. No more war, no more dangerous circumstances, nothing. Maybe we’ll get a dog together.”
can I PLEEEEASE have a continuation/sequel where him and reader are living that life?? PLS like they live in a cozy house in the countryside with a dog (possibly a kid if you want) and it's all domestic and fluffy IM SUCH A SIMP FOR DOMESTICITY IM SORRY 😭😭
I AM ON MY HANDS SND KNEES BEGGING 🙏🙏 GROVELLING PLEASE I NEED DOMESTIC KEEGAN X READER
ofc you don't have to do this if you don't want to I totally get it 😭 either way I love LOVE your works so please keep it up 💖💖
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IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THAT ILY
"lilacs and roses"
pt. 1 here, I don’t think it’s THAT necessary to read it though
pairing: Keegan P. Russ x reader
word count: 1.8k
synopsis: War has come to an end and you've relocated to a town suprisingly untouched and thriving, the perfect place to raise a family– It's just like what the love of your life promised you.
tags: domestic bliss, happy endings, family, a sequel to "my angel, my paradise"
A/N: I'm really happy all of you enjoyed that fic and my domestic bliss content <33. It's so heartwarming to see that you love my works and trust me more Keegan fics are on the way! I was actually considering making a sequel before this ask came in though, so good timing! Also, don't worry, I too am a huge simp for domesticity. 2/2 Keegan requests finished after my veterans day hold-up AHHH (note to self: write domestic fics while listening to laufey)
The light, refreshing breeze of warm spring air comes through your kitchen windows, followed by the chirping of finches at your bird feeder. The sweet smell of wild poppies and daisies fills your nostrils while you make a pitcher full of pink lemonade, slowly stirring in sugar and honey. The small, quaint town you relocated to is everything you could've wished for; the happy little monthly farmers market that's held once a month, the grey cobblestone roads, the old-fashioned lamp posts lining the sidewalks in the square– it was perfect. You thought this life could only exist in your dreams during... that period of your life. The memories of war will never fully dissolve and leave you at peace– but you have a loving family now, something to keep going for.
You dropped a few ice cubes in and placed the finished pitcher on the dining room table on top of the delicate, square flower print cloth. They were white roses, your favorite for a variety of reasons. They’re the flowers that grow in your town's planters and the same flowers your husband bought to propose to you. Ironically enough, they're your daughter's second favorite flower. The drawings of fairies in rose-inspired dresses and leafy hats are hard to fully keep up with, but you try your very best to hang as many as possible on the fridge. The flower was symbolic in more ways than your own sentimental value– It meant new beginnings and eternal loyalty, two things you were grateful to have. One of the roses from your ceremony was pressed and framed next to your wedding photo, hanging in your foyer gallery with the other happiest moments of your life. The day the family home was completed, your proposal, your daughter's first day of pre-school– they’re the quiet moments you smile about when they pop up in your head.
You returned to the sink to wash the kitchenware you used and looked out the window to see Keegan opening the gates, petting the brown border collie, Goose (lovingly named by your daughter) on the way in. You smiled at the sight of your husband. He's finally happy– you're both happy. You snap out of your staring and rush to open the front door, your sundress flowing behind you. Keegan must've heard the opening of the door and the light jog on the dirt path, getting up from the ground, leaving Goose to his shenanigans. He put his arms around your lower back and you threw your arms around his shoulders, giving each other a quick kiss on the cheeks before a sweet kiss on the lips. You softly laughed noticing the transfer of your lipgloss, quickly wiping it off his face.
"Work ended early?"
"No, I just figured I'd come home for lunch today," Keegan said offering his arm to you as you walk back to the front door. Keegan got a job as a mechanic after a bit of consideration. He’s always been handy with things, so the job was practically calling his name.
"You decided to close up shop for today?"
He was referring to your second-best achievement, (first comes your daughter) your boutique. Your mother taught you how to do needlepoint embroidery as a child once she caught you watching her work from the living room doorway. It was one of the more traditional things you learned, despite living in the city. Your love for the hobby evolved into sewing. You haven't picked up sewing since the war besides mending the fabric of your uniform whenever it tore or if a patch was falling off. Besides that, it was a joy to open a small boutique for the residents in the town, often taking special requests for their children.
"It's the first day of spring break for the little one. We were going to have a girly chit-chat over lemonade until you came in, dearie." He opened the front door and let you in before following behind you to lock it.
"Really now? I wouldn't want to interrupt anything." You joked with each other.
"But no, we were actually going to the lake for a picnic with a chance of some girly talk. If you have enough time, do you want to tag along?" You offered.
"Yeah of course. Do you need help making anything–? I can always help you with that sort of stuff–" you laughed and cut him off with a kiss. You both embraced each other and swayed in the comfort of each other's presence.
"I'm aware, but don't worry, I've already got the food prepared. There's enough extra for you too, Keegan."
"Thank you kindly, angel." He never let go of that nickname after all these years. Somehow you look even more perfect in his eyes with every passing day. You've gone through so much together yet your smile, your tears, your laugh... everything about you kept him going. His eyes aren’t as cold anymore because of you. You’re his angel sent from heaven itself. Now he's a husband, a father…a family member to the two people he loves most. Although Keegan never voiced it out loud, he's always thought motherhood looked beautiful on you. Seeing your skin glow while playing with your daughter or seeing your proud face after finishing sewing a pair of overalls for her with a flower embroidered on the front pocket, a purple lilac.
You find it fun to embroider lilacs instead of an 'L.R' monogram on her clothing as a nod to her name. Lilac, Lilac Russ. Keegan was the one to suggest the name, inspired by the bush in front of your fence. He placed lilacs at your hospital bed-side before you brought your little Lilac into the world.
You enjoyed the comfortable silence in each other's arms until you both heard the door to your daughter’s room opening, then seeing her tiredly walk into the kitchen clad in her button-up PJs filling up with joy after seeing her father back early.
"Papa you're back! Me n mama are gonna go on a picnic today! She said she was gonna make lemonade and sandwiches and cake!" She beamed. Keegan smiled at his daughter's excitement. He loves his cute little family so much.
"Your dad is gonna come with us, Lilac."
“That’s right.” He confirmed, ruffling her hair. She let out a squeal before grabbing one of each of her parent's hands and jumping out of pure bliss.
"Yayyy! If I change can we leave, like— right after I'm done?" You nodded and she happily stomped in place, hugging your and Keegan's legs before running into her room to get dressed.
"I'll never understand how that girl has so much energy after just waking up..." You sighed. "You better change out of your work clothes too. Hopefully, we can finish before her." You pulled your husband into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you. You sat at the vanity fixing your hair, spritzing some perfume, and putting on your jewelry as Keegan picked up different clothes to wear for your family outing. He finished before you, looking over to see the love of his life.  You looked so peaceful. not caring about the problems for the future, but living in the present. He walked over to you and bent over your shoulder to sweetly kiss up the side of your neck, leading up to your cheek, wrapping his arms around your chest.
"You look so beautiful like this– you’re so naturally beautiful. I love you, I love our family."
"I love you too. Thank you for our family, thank you... for everything." The memory of his promise came back to you:
"After this is all over, I'll make sure that quiet countryside life you dream of comes true– I promise."
You take a second look at your lives– it's perfect. A lovely little house painted white in a field, a dog, and the most lovable child as a product of your burning love for one another.
"I'm ready!" Your daughter called. You can hear the tip tap of her running on the wood floors, the kitchen tiles, and finally the wood of the foyer. You get up from your chair and lean into Keegan's warmth as he grabs your hands, placing a kiss on your knuckles.
"You ready?" He asks you. You hum a response and he kisses the top of your head, walking you out of the bedroom. You see your daughter in her frilly dress and purple raincoat with her matching rain boots. Keegan goes out to get your dog indoors after seeing him getting sleepy while you put the food, plates, glasses, and silverware in two baskets. The lacey picnic blanket was already placed in a bag near the front door. Keegan came back in after two minutes, Goose trotting in, heading to his bed to take an afternoon nap. You looked at the various amount of items trying to figure out how to carry all of your things. You look over to see your husband fixing your daughters' ribbon and feel a type of fuzzy motherly feeling, then it hit you—
"Lilac, do you think you can hold the pitcher without spilling it?"
"I can!" You smiled and pat her head in praise, picking up one picnic basket and the tote with the blanket, and handing the other basket to your husband. You put the basket down to hand the pitcher to your daughter. She has one hand on the handle and the other at the bottom of the pitcher, trying to support its weight.
"You got it, kid?" Keegan asks your child while opening the door.
"I'm fine, I got it"  She responds waddling out with the pink lemonade. You slip your shoes on and Keegan locks the door behind you, kissing you before you walk passed him. You and your family walked out of the fence gates but your daughter makes an abrupt stop in front of the flowers.
"Mama, mama! My flowers are blooming! So are yours!" You look over your shoulder and smile at your daughters' reaction to the plants. The white rose bush is planted right next to the lilac bush, finally blooming after a long winter.
"They are, aren't they?” Droplets were still present from the time you watered them in the morning.
“Come on now, I don't want the ice to melt too much, m'kay?" You, your husband, and your daughter walk to the lake in one group. Your cozy little home was only a ten-minute walk from the lake– it's like the Russ Residences' hidden gem. One day in winter, you'll check if it's able to freeze over. Maybe you’ll teach Lilac how to skate for the first time. You acknowledge that thought, and let it pass, saving it for the future. You're here to enjoy your family outing, not to create plans. As you walk the desire path where grass refuses to grow made after many family walks to the lake, you did make one plan for when you three return:
As soon as you come back, you'll look at the lilacs and white roses to thank them, for everything.
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sherbet-shark · 8 months
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|〘 ⋇Genre: Drama〙|〘 ⋇W/C:5.2K〙|〘 ⋇ Format: Fic 〙|〘 ⋇Content: 〙 | Yona doubts the authenticity of Sidon’s love after a run-in with a few Hylians suggesting otherwise.|
|〘 ⋇ Content Warnings: 〙This fic is riddled with personal HCS about Yona’s vague home and herself and her relationship with her attendants. This fic has light spoilers from both, BOTW and TOTK Zora Quest line, and general totk. |
|〘 ⋇ 〙 Summary: Yona’s devotion and love for her new home and husband knew no bounds; the pair had been childhood friends but are now being thrust into an arranged marriage. Was it all too fast? The young queen dwells on her doubts, amplified by cruel words.|
|〘 ⋇ 〙 A/N: Hey guys, I’m sorry for dropping out of the plane of existence, I got really busy, stressed and burnt out from writing, school and irl. This is my first Canon x Canon fic ever and I am so freaking proud of it. I cannot wrap my head around this fic being 5.2k words at all, like 😳 jfc. Also!! YONA lovers unite!! She’s very cute and sweet I hope I did our girl justice. Pspsp @enigmaticfossil FOOD. This should go without saying but if you don’t like this couple scroll past. |
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"The Zora Domain was once again saved from tragedy by your heroic Swordsman and our beloved King Sidon… I wonder what you might have said seeing your brother and him fighting side by side. While most unproductive, I cannot help that my mind often strays to what could've been, Lady Mipha."
Yona's words swell with bittersweet wonder as she wistfully sighs and peers at the Champion's memorial. Yona's speckled amber eyes searched the tranquil statue's face. What for? She didn't even honestly know herself. Perhaps a sense of relief, or Yona wanted a sign that their demure Champion was watching her brother thrive. What would Yona's childhood hero have said to their union? So many questions that would stay unanswered, the foreign Zora concluded. Her mind wandered to her dear husband, the stars to her night sky.
Despite his unending enthusiasm and carefree air, the Queen knew her husband well to know there was so much more lurking underneath his energetic and hopeful personality. From the outside, it seemed even fear allured him. If only they knew it was the very opposite. Sidon was and still is profoundly affected by his sister's tragic passing, more to say, the fear it caused. Who would blame him for his fear? One hundred years were a blink of an eye for the Zora. Yet time did not heal all. The emptiness in everyone's hearts still aches, just not as much anymore. Everyone can say her name and recount their memory of Mipha with a smile, but her presence would still be longed for.
Finally, Sidon resumed his monthly visits to Mipha's Court, something he hadn't done in a while, even prior to his fight with Ganon. It may be silly for some to speak with a figurine. But this simple action always made Zora fondly smile, recalling days when Mipha would always listen with kind words and a warm aura as she always did before her death.
At the Champion's memorial, Yona recalls an instant from their shared childhood when heavy rains poured down a river they played next to. The torrential downpour rose above the bank, capturing the tiny crimson-screaming prince down the waterway. The foreign Zora was the first to swim after him, willing her smaller verdant fins to move her faster. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she reached her fellow royal. The current lashed the young children, but undeterred, Yona carried him into a small cape. A moment of peace after a hurricane of freight, the water continued to thunder behind them. The tiny child tried to calm the quivering Sidon in her arms while attempting to mend a wounded foot of her own. Then, as all hope seemed lost, frenzied cries welcomed the duo as a frazzled Mipha and royal guards caught up quickly. Mipha soothed their cries, touching their cheeks and promptly healing any injuries.
"My Queen, it's well past the early evening hours. We wouldn't want the subjects, least of all His Majesty, to worry about your disappearance." Webbed footsteps lightly tread behind the Queen as Khira stirs the royal to the present, her voice woven in respectful concern for Yona. Her attendants always stayed close to each other and their Lady out of duty and fondness for each other's company.
Even if Chroma's youthful airheadedness got on the latter's nerves, it was still a comfort brought to the Domain.
Their homeland was nearly unattainable to those who couldn't breathe and tread water as swiftly as the aquatic race. In contrast, Zora's Domain flourished to the elements. While New Bay seldom had hazardous weather. Their home had air pocket caverns filled with seashell shops nestled deep into the sea's safe tides and swaying colors, hidden from the land and its residence—a true secret treasure amongst the merpeople.
"Yes, yes. Of course, I wouldn't wish for Sidon to worry. My apologies to you both. It is late, Chroma, Khira. You did not have to accompany me to the Court. No monsters have dared step foot after that Sludge Like." Yona turns, smiling at her loyal, protective attendants. Her golden headpiece jewelry gingerly clinks as she steps down the stairs; verdant hands glide down the polished handrails. The Caregiver knew full well her guards knew their way around the weapons and their water magic, but still, she felt bad for her friends staying with her so long. Yona was no stranger to marksmanship or training herself in purifying wounds and tainted water.
"Please don't worry about it, Lady Yona! We like looking after you; you're our friend, plus his Majesty asked- Ow!" The youngest Zora cheerfully bubbles, and the older guard swiftly jabs her. The new Queen tilts her head, sighing to herself. Even now, Sidon's still quite protective, isn't he? But still, a loving gesture all the same that makes her heart flutter and cheeks warm.
"Hush you! Do you not know when to flap your lips and when not to? On that note as well, how many times must I lecture you? It is Queen Yona, no longer 'Lady.' Have you no respect or idea of the importance of these titles? My goodness, do my words fall on deaf ears?" Exasperated, Khira shakes her head while glaring at her fellow attendant. The trio starts their short journey home as Yona's muffled laughter spills from her lips, watching her dear friend's antics. The young women stare down the waterfall leading down Lulu Lake.
"Please, be nice. Any more of your reprimands, and I'll go deaf." Squeaks the distraught retainer, dark gray eyes pleading to their Queen for help as they descend through the waters.
Even from an immense height, the radiant city's glow softens the carved-out cliffs, and the bright ore deposits dot the wet landscape, becoming a beacon of beauty and splendor. The sun's wonderous warmth far retreated past the Domain's reach, a touch of cold breezes caressing Yona's skin. Coming to the halfway mark, the Caregiver answers her friend's silent pleas. Standing before the marbled platform, the Zora Queen shifts her attention to her bickering friend.
"Khira, come now, I believe that's enough, we wouldn't wish any harm, and it is only the three of us. You can indeed allow one moment of reprieve. I need not worry about titles, my precious friends." Yona coaxes her friend's long-winded lectures, seeing the elder Zora sigh in defeat and allowing this rare moment of informality, much like the old times. Marching down, Khira and Chroma flank their Queen's side, scanning every direction for any monster or Yiga sneak attack. The clansmen weren't interested in the Zora royal line, but being cautious with the newly crowned royalty never hurt.
Their serenity shatters as a high-pitched undignified whine carries through, cutting into the air as they swim down the final waterfall. The young guards perk up and quickly unsheath their weapons, pushing their Queen further near the falls, providing a swift escape. "Your Majesty, Chroma, stay here. I'll go investigate." A hushed command tumbles from the dark dolphin Zora's lips, eyes narrowing and head tucked down for intimidation.
The royal guard crawls out of the pool, spotting a cluster of thick foliage suitable for an ambush. Rushing to the forest green bushes, Khira ducks down to spy on the ruckus while Chroma guards Yona with her spear, guiding her safely away from the unseen danger. The new ruler braces herself, summoning water to snake around her sharp claws.
"I can't believe Sidon's married already! Come on. He's hitched to some random Zora girl we've never heard of? It doesn't sound like a union from love, y'know? And that, too, he doesn't talk much about her. I don't know; it sounds so fishy. That wasn't supposed to be a pun, by the way." A brown-haired Hylian woman clad in some strange mushroom hat walks into sight, and it seems she isn't alone. The woman's other companions stroll by, a pair of other Hylians complain, and another person in glasses fiddles with their leather satchel.
This group seems relatively young while they remain unabashed, glad to blabber, Khira thinks. Anger wells up in her as the group's voices had no intention of stopping with their ill-meaning talk. She knows that Yona could hear this noise. How could she not? Even a Bokoblin would understand their mad rambles.
"Well, I mean, Khole, we don't know much about Zora's politics, so I don't know if it may be an arranged loveless wedding," The glasses wearing sheepishly, state as they twiddle with short brown hair looking back at their friends. It seems this group was returning from visiting the East Reservoir.
"Amia, you're talking as if we know about our own. After all, our Princess had up and disappeared. Only Hylia knows where she is. Of course, she's nice, but if she were our Princess, she would try to reinstate the crown rather than twiddle around in Hateno. We've been in shambles for a hundred years, and only now are we starting to come back. If my great-grandparents could see how this panned out, they'd give Zelda a big lesson about responsibility. I know they lived on the outskirts of Castle Town. They saw she didn't put her all into protecting us from the Calamity." Another crude voice cuts into the cloud of gossip, and the tallest of the group groans. This one must be Khloe, according to them.
"Khloe, that's not nice. She does some things like building the school. I appreciate that, and even the fact she's somehow alive makes the older and more devout folks more invigorated." The shortest man answers the group, trying to reel in their chat, eyes darting around the wandering travelers.
"I like that she made the school too, but that's all our Princess does; twiddle around, now poof! She's gone along with her silent little knight throwing everyone in all corners of Hyrule for a loop," The mushroom-wearing Khole snorts, not taking the hint and wrapping her arm around the small man.
"Besides, there's only so much teaching can do if they don't know how to fight; you're dead. But I don't even know if this royal has done anything substantial to this, 'Zora Queen.' She appeared out of nowhere too, and I heard the women who had their little fan club are still reeling." Yona has had enough of this slander, slashing into the dancing streams around her hands, instantly dropping into the tide. The young Queen knew their last statement wasn’t true in the slightest, reminiscing the many moments the club members loudly fawned over her and the coupling.
The Zora, as she evades Chroma's eased guard, at brazen conversation in their Domain where these Hylians should be more mindful. These ignorant speculations about their Princess; they didn't see how Zelda collapsed to her knees, too choked on her grief to properly beg forgiveness from former King Dorephan and the royal line. When she emerged from the ruins of Hyrule Castle alongside Link, they didn't see the solemn strength and wisdom that welled behind those teary eyes, renewing her vow of protecting everyone no matter the cost.
But what pained her more was that, deep down, their prodding at the royal coupling hit a sore spot in her heart. The optimistic prince and herself had no say in their engagement. Of course, they had visited each other's kingdoms as young teens. Her heart never wavered in her affections for him and his people, but she often wondered what he felt when King Dorephan told him. The royals scarcely had time to talk and be with each other in private, away from others, along with helping the ill-stricken Zora from the sludge, repairing the Domain and Sidon becoming the Water Sage, and finally helping Link defeat Ganon.
Years after the Calamity and its sting aftermath, they grew dearly fond of each other. He changed, his glowing with unending enthusiasm and the occasional naivete all genuine. But he seemed to hide his deeper emotions from the public, even with his dear father. Either for fear that it would make him seem inexperienced or because he wished to truly earn the crown, Sidon's grown used to hiding his whole heart even now. Yona hoped she'd prove herself to him and eventually be blessed to reach those parts of his soul, knowing he was safe with her.
They've had many conversations about their situation and the future after Link helped Sidon slay the beast that floats in the sky. But old habits formed from grief and feeling inadequate die hard. The King still hides from the outside, so much so that he loathes to admit it. After the kingdom's announcement, she doubted if he truly loved her the same way as she did him as the century passed and their visits grew prevalent. Throughout their youth, they eventually graced each other with the title of a beloved friend.
Did his heart worry for her out of genuine care or for appearances or necessity? Did he yearn to have her beside him as his bride, Queen, and equal because he loved her? Would there be a day that Sidon would smile and proudly show his love to the world like Mei and Fronk?
Yona understood betrothal gifts were essential to the Hyrulean Zora culture, but she wasn't taught that way. Only learning how to mend the armor from other fish scales, her people learned a sacred courtship dance to show their interest. Yona summons her rapid heartbeat to the clearing out of the pooling water, allowing them to see her. Chroma whispers for Yona to stay but emerges from the pool trailing her Lady.
"Enough of your useless babble," The zealous guard seethes, lunging at the group from the overgrown shrubs. Jumping out of their skin, the rowdy quartet leap into each other's arms. They shudder like leaves, eyes firmly screwing closed, far too absorbed in their well-being.
The Zora spear inches away from the supposed root of all this meaningless noise, "You have shown an inexplicable disrespect and regard for both your Princess and our Queen. Your prattle proves nothing among you and your ilk. Your eyes will never see the true nature of these critical figures, and perhaps that is not your desire," Khira grits her sharpened teeth, even the air around them stilled in anticipation.
The grip on her spear tightens with every passing breath as the group hesitantly opens their eyes. The spear aimed at the frightened woman pulls back, and the guard's posture loosens, showing a reluctant sign of mercy and growling while pulling her weapon back. "But I will allow you this grace as well as one warning. You will not sully any of the royal's names here—especially Queen Yona. One would think that Princess Zelda's diplomatic nature would pass for all her subjects. Consider yourselves lucky. I want to avoid pushing more work on their Majesties, so relieving the burden of taking your tongues is out of the realm of possibility."
"Khira! Enough! Stand down." Yona calls out to her fearless attendant; in her mind, she notes how uncharacteristically aggressive the Zora woman is and how strange it is to see her threaten visitors. The Hylians take shaky steps back, looking at the emerging figure. Startled gasps erupt as the attendant glances over her shoulder. Faltering in her angered resolve, seeing the smaller Zora's displeased face. Lifting the sharp spear away, the Caregiver walks in front so the visitors can see her, bowing her head to the cluster of people as they stay silent. The royal could feel their pensive eyes staring into her as if trying to figure her out by tearing her apart.
"I sincerely apologize for my attendant; this is the first time I've seen her act out in such an unsightly manner. This will not go unreprimanded, while this flagrant threat does not deserve quick forgiveness. Please do not think lowly of us. I seem to have pushed my guard to the brink of exhaustion, so much so that one believes violence would be the answer if I can do anything to appease you. You need only ask, and I will do it. But know that I am Queen Yona." The Queen steadies her breath as she lifts her head, jewelry gently clinking. Scanning their faces, Yona watches the group hastily cover their jabber. However, their words have done their damage making Yona feel miserable but still overwhelmingly riddled with uncertainty.
"O-oh, no, no, no, we're sorry. Uh, you don't need to do that. It was immature of us to talk like that. Sorry, you heard that, but you seem nice, but we're just going to go."
The group leader nervously chirps up as she eyes the serious Khira. Another ally of Khloe's speaks up, nodding and clinging to each other's arms. "Thanks for not hurting us. Bye." Making their escape, crossing the connecting bride to the city. Yona's forlorn eyes linger on their retreating forms.
"What was that? That wasn't an apology at all! And Khira, what in the world got into you." Chroma scoffs as she perches her weapon on her back, eyes frantically scanning her two friend's faces trying to understand them. The younger guard pouts to herself and quietly mutters, "And you always get after me for not bringing shame to the Zora name..."
Despite the rowdy crowd's departure, the young women felt the air thick with tension. Meekness gnaws at Khira as she ducks her head down, too ashamed of her reckless actions and making Yona speak for her. She would indeed badger the younger guard, but to think she would act so brutishly was beyond hypocritical.
"I am profoundly ashamed that you had to see that, your Majesty. But saying I feel guilty for silencing their larks would be a lie. I will not tolerate such belligerence towards you and things they don’t wish to comprehend." The Zora grits her teeth, spitting out a response, rising to look at her liege's back. The young woman partially turns, sapphire flecks eyes glance at her taller lady-in-waiting, Yona dutifully declares.
"Allowing emotions to cloud and open the way to conflict isn't like you, and I understand your reasoning. I find myself appreciating the wild gesture, but I will not tolerate any of your outbursts. Lest you want to stay in my service, being the head of state, is to preserve the peace to all that come and go from Zora's Domain, even to those without respect. We must rise above and show kindness," Light Green's side fins sway as she shakes her head. Yona's hand waved for Chroma and Khira to follow suit. She swallows the biting taste in her mouth, cupping her hands before her chest. She absentmindedly picked at her claws; the sound of clicks enveloped the girls as they fell in line, resuming their protective flank. Exchanging worried looks between each other.
"This should go without saying, but please don't tell Sidon. He's been busy, returning from his valiant battle alongside the other sages protecting the land and handling a kingdom. Something so small should not plague his mind. I'm certain I will forget this soon enough." Yona sharply inhales as she tries to lift her spirits, but her words drip despondence. Her heart twists in painful knots, knowing she's going back on her promise of being truthful and open to her love.
"We won't breathe a word." The duo candidly answer as they make their way across the pristine bridge. While a robust familiar figure happily waves in the distance, welcoming them blissfully unaware of what occurred.
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The sinking feeling did, indeed, not disappear from Yona's mind. Their words echo in her head, and the festering sense of inadequacy and insecurity lurks in the corners of her mind. It had been a few days since her encounter, and she knew allowing such heated words to get to her was folly. Yona couldn't help her mind slipping into the depths of her doubt. Even to the point, her melancholic air alarmed the elderly councilmen and Exalted Dorephan. The new Queen lacked her signature sweet nature, replacing her charming aura with an absent mind.
While busy creating safe pathways and removing the debris strewn along the narrowing passage from the mainland to their Domain. Sidon grew worried for his Yona. It's been hard not to notice his citizens concerning whispers about her well-being circled the Domain, and his dearest barely stayed by his side after she visited Mipha Court. She seemed off-put and fidgety whenever he was near her. Even the little ones seemed fretful with Yona's unusual behavior, and her attendants acted peculiar, seemingly hiding something.
The warm afternoon sun beams down on Zora's Domain, an occasional breeze passing through his magnificent home. It's almost ironic that the weather contrasts the new King's worrisome thoughts.
"Naydra's eyes, What am I missing?" Sidon mutters, standing before the pristine balcony overseeing the Domain. His sharp eyes longingly linger on Zora's soft green form, watching her speaking with the fisherman, Mei. He was beyond glad the forgetful citizen returned from the Floating Fish Island. Admittedly busy, ensuring his best soldiers to Lookout Landing returned, Sidon remains steadfast in giving his people protection and grace as those before him. He was dutiful in looking after his people's well-being.
So many things happened in a whirlwind of events; first, it was the Upheaval, then the vile sludge desecrating his home, and finally, his unexpected coronation and marriage to his beloved, then assisting Link in his fight against Ganon. The royal Zora ponders if it was as overwhelming to her as it was for him. The young King certainly has no regrets, but the stress of it all tends to invade his mind even when the epic battle has ended.
Rambunctious giggles erupt from below, stirring him from his daze. His sharp eyes flicker between Mei waving to the young King and his darling Queen, now turned up to see him. A magnetic force pulled their eyes to meet, and he could feel his heart stop, breath hitch in his throat when a ghost of a bashful smile graced Yona's lips. Her golden adornments shine, accentuating her beautiful features. His cheeks flushed against his cold skin, and a heart-stopping smile painted his face. It could be only them in the world.
The moment broke too soon for his liking as Yona shyly averted her gaze. It looked like the floor was more enticing to her now; soft laughter rolled from him, uncaring of the whispered swoons and muttering about young love. Unable to tear his gaze away from Yona as the giggling fisherman bows and parts from the royal Zora. Nodding to something Mei told her, the young woman walks the stairs. Sidon's eyes follow her each step, and soon she stands by his side, making the void of her absence the past few weeks far more prominent than before.
"May we speak in private?" Yona's soft, tantalizing voice asks, her eyes peering up at him with sorrow and meekness clouding her usually cheerful aura. Sidon observes her expression, questioning what caused her heart such sadness.
Nodding to her request, he pauses, thinking of places for a private conversation. He knew the open grandeur of the Domain wasn't much for a solitary chat, so they had to travel somewhere close in case a danger arose but far enough so no curious ear listened. Coming to a solution, the crimson Zora answers, nodding to his Yona. "Of course, I'll have the guards notify my father if they need us."
The couple stroll beside each other to young Zora guarding the stairs to the Throne room. "If anything arises from my absence, find Queen Yona and I atop the Veiled Falls. Please tell the Exalt, thank you." Sidon instructs, giving them a polite smile and watching the faithful sentries obediently comply. In the corner of his peripheral vision, he hears the young woman's gasp. Yona’s eyes widen slightly at his chosen place.
"Now, shall we depart, Yona?" Sidon looks to his side. She doesn't meet his gaze but nods all the same. 'Still absorbed in her thoughts. I wish to know what's plaguing you so, my love.' The perplexed Zora thinks to himself, making their short journey to the Falls.
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The two sit on the edge of the Veiled Falls. Sidon surveys the landscape before them, the glistening architecture proudly towering as his head turns. An overwhelming sense of pride and wonder swirls in him, overlooking his gorgeous home. The loud water tirelessly tumbles down the Falls, creating white noise and protecting them from potential eyes and ears, allowing them to speak as they please. The extroverted man feels the atmosphere melt away into a reflective air. His sweet empathic nature shines through, but so does a familiar nervousness, worrying he may say something unintentionally unkind. It's truly a marvel how Yona's mere presence reduced him to his shyer, composed side like they were still children.
"I know that I have been busy and thus haven't been with you by becoming crowned king, but it doesn't allow me to negate my husbandry duties… Now love, what plagues you so?" He tenderly questions his wife, seeing her steady her breath, and comes to terms with whatever tortured her.
"My King," Yona starts to wonder aloud, trying to gather the scramble of words in her mind. Her hands are cupping each other in her lap tense, and her shoulders tighten. While Sidon's brow furrows, she never addressed him formally like that before, not even when they were little ones. "I find myself wondering, has our union been too hasty? Am I truly the one you want besides you? Surely someone far more courageous would be a better match." Concern coupled with mere shock overtook him. His eyes widened, looking at her words. He desperately wants to cut her off and ask her, but he holds his tongue, wanting her to feel safe with him. 'Where in the world did this come from?'
"Those days ago, my attendants and I came across a group of people that brought up the validity of our union. I know it's foolish to listen, and in hindsight, it’s minuscule compared to the intrepid battle you returned from only months ago, but I want to be truthful about it." The woman explains. Yona stops turning to look at him. Vulnerability is etched on her face as he patiently waits for her sign to speak.
"If this has made you worry for this long, it’s no small deal. So that's what you've been dwelling on. Do you doubt my feelings?" He politely utters out, the sick tightening in his chest as he waits in anticipation of her answer. Yona says nothing, in silent agreement. She scolds herself for hurting him so much as he rises from his spot, holding his crimson hand for her. The young woman reaches for him as they stand together.
"You recall the importance of this place, yes? This was the last time I saw my sister alive. Days after, we came to mourn after being informed about my sister being trapped in Ruta. I ran to this place to drown in my tears, where no one could hear me. My desperate attempts to swim upstream, this mighty Fall, fell flat. Then miraculously, you came. You found me in the pool,"
"Crying together in each other's arms, I remember. I asked where you were, and I found you here trying to hide." Sidon's large hands engulf Yona's as she jumps in. The young woman knowing this story well, caressing her thumbs around his palms.
"Yes. At that moment, I saw someone I could call a friend. I discovered someone who could see all of me without fearing judgment. Someone that looked at the depths of my sadness and allowed me to grieve unashamed. Someone that I could share my accomplishments with. We were arranged to marry, but I was elated when my father informed me. I could not imagine anyone else by my side. You've continued to be a beloved companion. I fell in love with your compassionate, intelligent, selfless nature. Your ability to know what's troubled me among countless others made me want to return the favor tenfold," Sidon tenderly divulged, finally noticing Yona meet his eye.
The pure warm adoration in his remarks left the doubtful royal speechless. Strings of wispy white clouds pass overhead, shading the two. "I want to continue growing alongside you as the years pass. I want you to know that I will always love you. You, Yona, Are the only one I want to have on my side. I love you with all my heart." Sidon slips his hand away and brushes underneath her side fins, cupping her cheek and stroking her face as if trying to dispel all her worries from her mind. The smaller Zora nuzzles into his calloused hard-working hand, feeling at peace now unyielding to keep her gaze away from his steady eyes.
"I-I should not have allowed a stranger's words to cause such dismay. I'm sorry for doubting your devotion," She pauses, golden eyes fluttering closed, smooshing her cheek into his hand, angry at herself for significantly impacting how she acted towards him and those in the Domain.
"Will you forgive me?" Shame and relief wash over her, watching Sidon nod at her inquiry. His arm snakes around her waist while tugging her close to his chest. She hears the rapid pounding of his heart, feeling tears threaten to spill from her eyes. Willing them away momentarily, she peels from his broad chest, tugging at the gleaming silver prince his chest piece down.
Standing on her tippy toes, Yona wraps her arms around him, leaning into him while Sidon's finned arms securely encase her body in his. They share a sweet moment, their eyes slowly shut, and their lips collide in a kiss. Sparks fly across the two as Sidon deepens the kiss leaning toward her soft lips, wishing to melt into her touch. Quicken groans and gasps escape their lips, and hot puffs of air roll onto their mouths as they kiss again. It felt like gravity pulled them together again, as if it was torture to stay apart for even the air.
Savoring the taste of salt on their tongues, their lungs burn, taunting them to breathe momentarily. Begrudgingly, Yona pulled away. First, labored rasps heave from her petite frame, now noticing that Sidon lifted her from the ground pressing her close to his chest and sitting in his arms. The loud drumming of their hearts pounds in their ears as they silently look at each other. The noisy waterfall downs out their unsteady breaths as they slowly feel a smile perk on their warm faces.
"That wasn't an answer, my love." Mischievously scolding her loyal husband, Yona laughs to herself as he feigns cluelessness. She doesn't want to let go, reveling in his arms and in the love he gave her. "It wasn't? Well, I might need more time to convince you then." Sidon releases a husky chuckle, his voice a tinge of playfulness and desire, his eyes crinkling as his charming smile shines down at Yona, bringing her close again to steal another kiss.
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dynamoe · 1 year
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As long as you're looking at random asks: I remember seeing Cakey, the Cake From Outer Space posted on Craftster, and only recently realised you were associated with that. Does someone still have the puppet? I seem to remember there was a lot of caulk involved and have always been curious how it held up.
Thank you for your kind question and even more for not calling me "mommy."
Cakey the Cake from Outer Space was a web series I wrote/directed (with co-creator/puppeteer Kirk Damato and my roommate Bill Buckendorf on editing/cinematography) It was a goofy Alf-type sitcom where everything was... off. We made episodes for Channel 102 and then Adult Swim's SuperDeluxe (first incarnation) commissioned more episodes, but then imploded, so no one ever saw them officially (they're all over the web now. Do a google and find Cakey if you want)
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A still from Cakey that a rando put a much less funny joke on top of but that's meme's for ya!
I haven't seen Cakey in years but the puppet wasn't made of professional-grade materials so I'm sure... after all this time... he nasty.
Upholstery foam "cake" with a set in half-circle mouth in lighter foam sheets. Outside entirely frosted with heavy paint mixed with caulk and piping was done with a pastry bag with more caulk. Chocolate sprinkles and cherries were FIMO/Sculpey.
The puppet is still owned by Cakey's voice and operator who made a NEW Cakey for his solo project Cakey and the Master (I wasn't involved) The 2nd Cakey puppet looks more foam-y (no frosting) but it is probably more expressive and easier to puppeteer. Old Cakey was tough to work with; a real prima donna baked good on set.
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The original puppet was made by Erika Kern, who was a serious craftster who had done props for my anime-live-on-stage show NeoTokyo GirlCrush at UCB. One of those props was a standard "fake cake" — a cylinder of foam "frosted" with paint — which are made for window displays and as bottom tiers of real cakes. I asked her if it would be possible to cut a face into the side of this cake and make it talk. She ran off and made it.
The idea to make the show was similarly "hey, how 'bout this idea" level planning. We'd walk by this billboard in Chinatown of old people looking at a glowing, levitating birthday cake. All the copy's in Chinese so we have no idea what's even being advertised (I think it was Western Union).
I requested a Black Forest Cake with cherries (leading to a million fucking "The Cake is a Lie" youtube comments.) I also wanted Cakey to have cherry antennas that rose out of his head like My Favorite Martian but she passed on making those. Erica was just guessing how to make a puppet through trial and error... going with whatever looked good.
On filming days, if the room was cold, Cakey would be a solid lump. Kirk had to flex the mouth over and over to warm up the puppet to move it at all. The whole surface was so stiff and the paint on the corners of his mouth chipped off as he spoke, had to be repainted constantly. Cakey's foam rotted on the inside from hand-moisture so the roof of his mouth was always nearly going to tear through.
We made episodes of for a monthly screening called Channel 102 in NY (Later renamed Channel 101-NY to bring it under the same umbrella as LA's Channel 101.) We had less than 4 weeks to make any episode and never if you would get "renewed" until the night of the screening based on audience vote. We had zero budget. No prize. We did it just because we wanted to make a thing.
Did I cover all the unsolved mysteries of Cakey?
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mean-hare · 2 years
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seecond chapter of my monthly ed diary (called mhwnbcb)
warning: sensitive topics, bad deeds, bad thoughts and very loosy writing
chapter 2
june, 1 its a first day of whole new month, day with so much potential perspectives and chances to reach my dream! thats what i thought just before i totally messed it up again
june, 2 i finished another clutchy sleeples night by drinking a cup of milk and water and my overwhelmet stomach starts to hurt me
june, 3 i smoke only when meet my friends so i almost never smoke. but i have a beautiful black clipper with pic of skull and rose on it. i like to click it and summon baby fire of it. fire so tiny and tender, so sweet. i accidentally burned my hair by this once
june, 4 today is wet. i was skating under the rain. its not really a skateboard, its a longboard, big one, full of vegan stickers, my vegan sister gave me that board when she learned to ride a bike. sometimes i concidering to become a vegan just becaue that stickers look silly on longboard of non-vegan owner. skating is not easy in region of hills and awful asphalt. and i hate to do it when lots of people look. one lil piece of shit screamed something despiteful on me. one drunkard said "give me it i wanna ride! ey!!!". one hobo mumbled "gimme money"(fuck, do i look like one who has money?!). after all its starts to rain and i quickly become wet. my clothes will run dry only tomorrow or maybe even later. i also accidentally poured water on my drawings and making them even more loosy by that. i drank a lot of tea to warm up, sometimes i drank milk tea. didnt eat bc theres no food i can eat. the only good thing for today.
june, 5 my mind is loudly burning like a bridge someone set on fire and left behind
june, 6 today i swore silently about restricting again to use it like a weapon against everything. to scare people even more than i scare them now i walked with dog and met person that said rude shit about me because i distracted and didnt hear her "take your dog away", shes not first and not last who calls me finnish and degenerate. i gave her big strong fuckyou sign and moved away. this day is shitty, i had severe headache and wanted to break everything but i couldnt. my dear friend danni said that i am not useless but i am,i suck even in destroying myself
june, 7 women asks her little daughter "maybe we should buy some cherries, would you eat cherries?" her daughter has an orange plush cat. i saw them on a marketplace my way back, i held tin can in my sweaty hot hand under the suns pressure, woman and daughter was so peacefully and maybe happy
june, 8 sometimes i really wonder about my shopping abilities. i spend so little money (less than price of 1l of milk) and buy cookies, icecream and cornflakes and all that food fits in my daily calories limit. its fine food, not that shitty sausages of noodles or other serious adult food.if i spend calories (and money) i spend them on tasty and funny meal only. at least i eat not only because of hunger, its more because of something like emotions and inner satisfaction
june, 9 i dont want these cherries. i dont like strawberries. i want no berries. i will wait for apricot, corn and apples until then i will eat something unhealthy, and dye my milk with blue pain(t)
june, 10 i know how good is empty chips bag for throwing up into. and how good is throwin up on balcony when summer evening blooms and only strangers can hear your coughing. you feelin so good and bad at the same time, greeting one e.d. girl online with her birthday and drinking milk to calm sharp pain in stomach sleepless night, shattered thoughts in confused mind, everywhere toys from your childhood, trash and art supplies on bed on floor and agressive triphop is playing on loud and makes thoughts more scattered, and songbird is shouting its early morning song
june, 11 todayish morning my eyes became pink (people call it red) and sore for no reason. i shed some toxic tears that made my eyes more sore todayish evening i didnt purge because it would be very awful to throw uo that food i binged on. if i cant stop binging i should at least find food that is good for throwing up. but theres no food like that. and no money to buy it. but all this shit sounds like totally fucked up one
june, 12 hunger is my imaginary brother and my incapacitate pain
june, 13 pain is like a rape of life. body wants it to stop but it wont stop
june, 14 i drank few energy drinx i watched long boring sad movie i cried about fact that nobody ever can fall in love with me i tried to sleep but annoying ache wont let me fall asleep
june, 15 pain is lively, warm, even thumbing cluster just like heart, it hurts, it beaths, it breathes, claims about itself, it grows and doesnt want to die, pain is just like a life itself, i know no day without it
june, 16 i realise that theres only 500kcals in huge piece of cake my mom gave to me (i said only, because i really thought it contains like 900kcals). today is my moms birthday
june, 17 cheese tastes like meat. bread tastes like a meat. i dont understand why, i want it to stop, its gross ad disturbing, i am vegeterian
june, 18 regular phrase " if you call yourself ugly fatso, what about (overweight persons name)?" well i dont give a fuck about their body, i am talking about me myself. other regular phrase " its not everything about you!" well ill make everything about me! love me if you dont want to mourn me, look at me and be afraid of what i can do for everything to be about me
june, 19 i was good. bought many cool low cal drinx and drank em all. in marked i saw boy with earring who works there, i saw him few days ago. i am shure he remembers me bc of my look (50+ bracelets, oversized tshirt, cool jeans with skeletons, some handpoke tatoos and 8 times pierced face, weird hairstyle, long nails, emo bagpack. and this is my everyday look bc i take off my bracelets only when takin a bath). i guess he sees me as weirdo who often pierced itself and only buys drinks in cans. i am going to really buy only the drinks. and icecream bc its my safe fud i wrote my dear friend danni that i love him and adore him and that he is handsome and kind and the only good human on this shitrashy planet and everything like that. he was very confused. at the morning i regret about that bpd possessed clown mode of mine
june, 20 late at night after boryng bingyng day i write this hareshit and have nothin to be proud of myself. im listening to daniel menche and his friends and suffering with nausea and hot thick air. big beautiful warmgray moth is flying around the screen, sometimes it stops as if to read this text and roll it eyes because of what dumb shit i write. sorry, pretty moth, you er writin deserve better writting. sometimes this triangle critter falls on my fingers. but most of time it histerically fluttering, beating it weightless body against cold light screen. what a beautiful insect you are
june, 21 its a shame what a lukewarm personi was today, i became. lukewaem bath water that turns cold slowly and drowsy. it cant make you clean or anything better, it only makes worse
june, 22 sometimes i want to act like rough sexist, racist or any other -ist at all, sometimes i want to write people something rude, assault, abuse, to cover people in shit, i want to cry something extremely offencive at public, to break windows, to ruin the beautiful, to make clean dirt and to make everyone hate me more. sometimes i think they expect me to do this, sometimes i think they see as miserable teen who wants to seen as edgy, sometimes i think they dont think about me at all. sometimes i want to make this world worse for everyone. i dont really know why
june, 23 milk with honey and cocoa milk with tea black and green one, desperate late night searching for some comfort, searching for god while forgetting that i am god,before that i ate bread and then asked my dear friend to purge or not to purge, he said no and then he asked why i ask him if i know what he will answer.i thought that id guess myself what to do before he answers. sometimes he cant answer quickly
june, 24 uh i thought that i am not depressed anymore
june, 25 need to sleep more
june, 26 i just tried to eat pizza once with some people just like a normal human being (i am not) but fuckin drill wont let me sit still. i cant stand it (mysophonia i guess). i ran to other places then went back when drillnoise stopped and took few more bites jusy to ran again. one time i watched fine free exhibition of pictures of carpathian shepherds. another time i saw guys who provoked each other for fight.when i ate my pizza piece, holding it in my dirty hands, i went to the most famous street (it was near) and lied on the bench. i love it that in this city they dont make benches with that anti-homeless bars. i really love to lie on benches even if i am not homeless (at least now). one man saw ma and said his daughter "lo at this boy, how fine he looks with all those bracelets… or its a girl, i dont know. i also had many bracelets when i was young and played my guitar"
june, 27 my consciousness is getting bad, i forget words, i forget where i put my things, i forget things i thought about second ago, i forget things i do second ago, something wrong with my mind i guess
june, 28 few zero cals full of caffeine drinx made me sleepless and unaware of time again, it drives my father crazy and angry and i am crazy and angry now too. he makes me hate him. i ll drink more caffeine now
june, 29 what a junk ive become…
june, 30 misery, nobody loves me and will never love me no matter what i do and who i can become
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vintunnavaa · 2 years
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hi can i request a 20. library isaiah jesus like mans hot but no one giving him the attention he needs to have and also CONGRATULATIONS ON UR 1.8K CELEBRATION HONEY, YOU DESERVES IT AND UR SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER ILYSM PLZ KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!
thank you so much for the sweet words and the request, sweetie.
this is my first time writing for isaiah though, so fingers crossed.
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"Isaiah Jesus, what the fuck are you doing in a library?"
He winced. "Language, (y/n). Wouldn't want the nice old lady to get a heart attack from your sweet words, would you?"
"What do you want?" You demanded as you stacked up the books left on the desk by careless visitors.
"How much is this book for?" He asked as he picked up a book from the heavy stack in your hands.
"It's not for sale." You chided as you pulled the book from his hands.
"What is?"
"Nothing." You said firmly.
"I'll have that, then." He said cockily as he leaned back on the table, hands sprawled by his sides to support him, a smirk curving his lips.
He looked very hot at that moment, and you felt yourself grow very angry by both, his attractiveness and disregard.
"Get up from here."
"What's up with you, (y/n)?" He all but demanded.
"I work here, I cannot have you coming around and disturbing me every time you're bored by your beatings and cuttings." Your voice rose up by a notch, attracting the attention of the people around, who began to look at Isaiah with wary eyes.
He looked around too, then rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, that's all I do, don't I?" He muttered.
"Isaiah." You said, your voice filled with regret and apology as you put down the books.
He inhaled, then put one hand in his pocket.
Slowly, he pulled out a brown case from inside, and put it in your hand.
"Brought you something. For your first day and all." He said, trying his best to keep his voice detached.
You opened the box, and found a golden watch with a leather band inside it. It was beautiful, and in no way affordable in Isaiah's monthly salary.
"This is..." You began hesitatingly.
He lifted a corner of his mouth and gently touched your shoulder. "Don't worry, I didn't steal it. Although I did earn that money from taking bets on the side." He added sheepishly.
Your eyes widened. "Isaiah! Mr. Shelby will..."
He laid a warm hand on your cheek, rubbing the corner of your lip with his thumb. "Just this once. Couldn't have my librarian girlfriend walking around without a fuckin' watch, can I?"
At that moment, you could've kissed him. Wanted to kiss him. Almost kissed him. "Oh, Isaiah..."
He pulled back from your advances, his eyes lit with amusement and something else. "Now go back to work, I don't think that lady likes me too much." He said with a brief glance in the old woman's direction.
"She's a fool, then." You replied before placing a chaste kiss on his stubbly cheek.
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Sleepy Time With His Babies | Iwaizumi, Sakusa
Pairings: Iwaizumi X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female) 
Genre: domestic fluffy sleepiness 
Author’s Note: Another one
Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Atsumu, Osamu // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kita, Kuroo // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Ennoshita, Akaashi // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kenma, Bokuto
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Iwaizumi: 
He was physically crushing you
Did you care? Not at all
This was Hajime, a soon to be athletic trainer, someone who seemed intimidating with his muscles and overall beefiness
But here he was
Here was your hajime that melted anytime you called him cute or any other cutesy, mushy gushy nickname
He was a puddle in your arms and he didn’t care what he looked like - as long as no one else besides you or the dog saw
Even your guys’ dog was the same as him — an intimidating Rottweiler, muscular, growl so low that would make those that didn’t sit right with him, scurry far far away
His name was Zilla, short for Godzilla named by Hajime yet he was such a puppy whenever you were around, his tail wagging like crazy as he nuzzled his snout against your legs, whining whenever you went away for even just a few minutes, waiting by the door until you returned home from wherever
Yep, they were two peas in a pod
And as Hajime laid on you, Zilla laid beside you on the bedroom floor, the two of them fast asleep
Your legs tangled beneath the sheets on the gloomy day outside as rain trickled down from the clouds, tapping the windows and rooftops all throughout the city
You brushed your fingers through his hair, slowly scratching the base of his scalp as he snored lightly into your shoulder, his cheek squished against you, making his lips all pouty
No matter what angle you saw him in whenever he slept on you, you could never bring yourself to make the smile on your face falter
For someone who looked so beefy, you never knew they could look so soft at the same time yet here he was
Whenever you moved just the slightest bit, readjusting the blankets or pillows, he woke just the slightest, lifting his head off of you until you were ready and patted his head down against your body again
You held him closer, squishing him into your arms even if it didn’t feel like much to him 
a slight, sleepy smile spread on his lips, his face showing he was in true bliss while he slept on you
Domestic: 
The fire crackled in the fireplace behind the iron gate while you sat on the couch on the ground beside the coffee table and Zilla at your feet, fast asleep while your fingers rapidly typing away at your laptop, finding the recipe you needed so you could make some agedashi tofu, a favorite of Hajime’s  
Your little girl crawled about around the couches, staring out the windows seeing the tufts of snowflakes fall onto the snow covered ground, already a couple inches high
She was so small yet she saw so much of the world, it felt like she could fit the world and the universe in those eyes
You made sure to keep her away from the fireplace, not letting her get too close, steering her away, giving her one of her favorite toys, or to even hold her in your lap while you watched numerous videos of others making the tofu
though after about an hour or so, as the snowflakes only got bigger, she no longer had any interest for the things floating silently to the ground as she crawled down the hall, the baby gates keeping her from falling down the stairs or bumping into the taller dining room table 
“D/N?” you looked up, finding your little girl’s legs disappearing into the room where Hajime slept soundly, his snores kind of echoing louder into the hall now that the door was cracked wider 
she let out such a pure sounding giggle as her wide eyes fell upon her sleeping father as he laid flat on the futon fast asleep 
she crawled faster, her little hands making little thumping noises against the plush covers he slept under as she crawled and climbed onto his sleeping body 
until she finally did it 
she had successfully made her way to the top of his chest, laid right on him, a smile of wonder spreading over her chubby cheeks as she slowly rose and fell as Hajime breathed 
Hajime was still undisturbed as he slept, catching up on the hours of sleep he had missed, practically unbothered by the slightly extra weight added onto him by his little girl 
that was until she made her way toward her sleepy father, reaching her little hand to his chin, doing her best to grab him, though it would be quite some time before she could properly hold his face 
she continuously patted his chin until he woke 
it took a moment as his eyed adjusted to the sight of his baby girl, a chuckle escaping his chest as he smiled, his eyes drawing into lines 
“Hi, mochi,” his voice raspy from sleep as she cooed, her smile contagious, cheeks so chubby, Hajime just wanted to bite them
like mochi 
she adorable tilted her head side to side, shying away from the loving eyes of her papa as he tickled her, poking her puffy cheeks with his finger, getting her to easily fill the room with her giggles every time he did it 
“Wanna sleep with papa?” he hummed as he sleepily looked to her, a yawn escaping him as he reached his head up to peck a kiss to her face before he turned to his side, laying his little girl beside him, beneath the warm covers of his futon 
“nap time, moch,” he chuckled to himself as the two of them stared at each other before he gently blew a raspberry into her cheek 
her cheeks were just too irresistible to him 
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Sakusa: 
His footsteps sounded through the bathroom as you stood, brushing your teeth, your hair still damp from your shower, the mirrors steamy
Kiyoomi stood behind you, his figure towering through the foggy mirror
His movements faltered before he gave in, snaking his hands from behind you, around you, letting his chest melt to your back
“You smell good,” he said but subtly sounded bubbly as he buried his face into your shoulder, bending his back to a “C” shape so he could match your height
You only smiled through the mirror as he began to sway side to side slowly while you brushed your teeth, finishing
“I did just shower, Omi,” you smiled up to your curly haired husband
The two of you paused in place as you looked up to him, adoring his features as he did the same to you, something neither of you could never get over - the fact that you two had each other
“Mmhm,” he cuddled himself even closer like a kitten when you were fresh out the shower
Your skin and body was so warm, so fresh and clean and he could hold you without letting any of his fears interfering
He stood beside you, just standing awkwardly with you in the bathroom before he followed you out to the bedroom
The two of you got into bed but before you could really settle, you were suddenly pulled into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you, his body curving to match against yours
“Aren’t you cuddly tonight,” you murmured as you turned your head back to the best of your abilities turning so you could face him
“I’m tired,” he matched your volume in the darkness
“Sleepsies,” you brushed your fingers through his hair, getting a relaxing sigh from him as he hummed in agreement
“Sleepsies,” his voice barely audible
“Goodnight,” you smiled into his chest
He held you close to him, a scenario your high school self could have imagined with the Sakusa Kiyoomi
Omg was always distant, known to be quite handsome yet no one ever had a chance with him
So many others thought he would never be with him, that no one would be good enough for him but he was a great volleyball player
And now you were a Sakusa too
Domestic: 
The sun kept him warm as he laid beneath the open blinded windows as the summer rays cast down into the living room, right onto Omi as he laid on his back, his arm draped over his eyes now that he got to relax
The house had been cleaned through his monthly sanitization day
The past few days were making his skin itch but now - it was all okay
Birds chirped in the neighborhood, outside in the distance, it was a beautiful day
The house was oddly silent as he laid on the couch, his chest slowly rising and falling
But before he could fall asleep, let his energy recharge, just before he drifted off, the smallest sounding steps approached the couch and then stopped right beside him
Omi slowly lifted his arm, turning his head to take a peek at what could be happening but he had an inkling of who it could be
And he was right
He saw his little girl, her teddy in hand as she stood beside the couch, her chin just able to reach the couch cushion
Her beady eyes looked up to him, cheeks round, her lips almost in a pout as she stood looking up to him to the best that she could, the sun shining into her eyes
“What is it, pum?” He lifted his hand, blocking the sun from hurting her eyes 
His little girl was observant, kept to herself, speaking up when asked or when she didn’t like something or if something didn’t go her way
She was just like him
She blinked looking up to him before she raised her arms, her teddy in her hand waiting patently to be lifted
“You wanna nap with me?” a smile cracked onto his lips 
and all she did was nod
“Mmhm,” he complied as he sat himself up, scooping his little girl, pushing out a yawn as he laid back down as D/N made herself comfortable on top of him before cuddling close into his side in between him and the couch 
she hugged her teddy close in her arms while Sakusa laid sort of on his side, turned toward her at a slight angle 
from the perspective of anyone else if they entered the living room, they would only see Kiyoomi’s back, and only stepping closer would they see his little girl cuddled close, the two of them fast asleep together in the summer sun as it shined in through the window
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ggukkieland · 3 years
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Hi. How are you? I hope you're doing good. 😊 I've been following you for quite some time and I usually check your recommendations and even checked your other link for those. So thank you so much for doing so because I've expanded my horizon to other authors and their stories. 💕
I just want to ask if you have some reco's for idol aus? I've been looking for some to read since I'm already reading Foolish Love, Fake Love so that's recommeded by you and it was written really nice that I've been rereading it and now I'm craving for more Idol aus. Hehe thank you again. Hope you have a great day ahead. - EJ💙
🌹 Hi EJ! I want to say your message and tone overall is just so warm? It made me smile and want to keep conversing with you 🥰. You’re welcome, I try to share as many authors, fics, discoveries, etc. I find interesting and glad others are discovering them too 💛💜.
Ah yes, for Idol AUs I actually panic every time I get an ask about this because it’s actually not part of my top 10 AUs (I listed my top AUs here). I feel like I’m forgetting a favorite fic when asked about Idol!au fic recs most of the time. The Foolish Love, Fake Love series I was drawn to the bodyguard/E2L component and I have to be reminded it’s an idol fic 🤭.
So, please accept this kind of messy quick list 😁  
🌹 Quick List of BTS IDOL AUs*
This is not as organized as I’d like it to be. I sort of pulled all the titles from:
reblogged ongoing series I’m reading (main blog) - tagged as #ongoing
monthly reading lists (main) - I also recommend going through each list and searching (I just know I missed some fics). I tag it well so just CRTL+F the word “Idol” to give you the fics
fic recs by theme (sideblog) - same process, I just searched each list and found the ones with “idol” tags
some of the fichunting asks (sideblog) - I filtered ones I’d like to recommend
Please try the readers’ recommendation too - I think there are some recos that are idolverse
*I didn’t include AO3 fics.
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🌹 reblogged ongoing fics +  from my monthly reading lists (note: most are still incomplete)
Smoke and Mirrors minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong  - ongoing series Solo Idol!Jungkook, Gamer!Jungkook, Makeup Artist!Reader, Manager!Seokjin, Florist!Hoseok
The Dream Anthology @hobiandsprite -  JJK | ongoing, soulmate au, vet!reader, friends to lovers
Just Facts @yoongiiverse - JJK |  ongoing SMAU, E2L, dancer!reader
Foolish Love, Fake Love @manggojooz - JJK |  bodyguard!reader, E2L ⭐
Angel’s Trumpet @hansolmates - JJK |  supernatural au, alternate universe *series complete*
Navy @jjkfire -  JJK | childhood friends, secret identity/pseud  ⭐
Don’t Hold Your Breath @ilikemesometaetaes - JJK |  more of rockstar!au, exes au  ⭐
Open When @iluv-hobi - JJK | letter form, just fluff
Paper Doll @winetae - JJK | exes AU  ⭐
Playmates @scribblemetae - OT7 | 22.6k+ | Idol AU, Sex Worker AU, Strangers to Lovers
Price of a Wish @joonclouds - JHS | idol!hoseok, rich!reader ⭐
ILYSB @rkiverse - JJK | one shot | 11.1k | idol au, broken-hearted jungkook, love clinic staff reader, fake dating but not really (more of part of therapy) | F, A
The Night We Met @leftonraed -  KTH | 18.2k+ | Single Dad AU, Bodyguard AU, Idol AU | A, F  ⭐
Replacement @akinnie75 - KSJ | one shot | 24.5k | Fantasy AU, idolverse, body swap AU | F  ⭐
A Bite of the Apple @jinpire - PJM | one shot | 8.6k |  Supernatural AU, Vampire AU, Idol AU | S
Oh What a World [100k] @cutechim - PJM | A, S, F, fake/arranged marriage au, fallen idol au (being edited and reposted)
Tongue Tied @btssavedmylifeblr - 12k | PJM | S, F, minor A,  crack, demon au, idol verse, established relationship, pwp
Physcom @teawithkpop - OT7 x sex worker!reader
Not Allowed @whatifyoulivelikethat - MYG x Reader x Jungkook, real-time idolverse  
The Accountant @avveh - JJK | one shot | 3.4k | Idol AU, hired to relieve his stress 😉 | S, PWP
Strings Attached  @jimidol  - JJK | one shot | 4.4k | Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU | S, F
from ggukkiereads:  completed fics + fichunting asks (will include asks that I’d recommend) + others in my drafts
Bands @xpeachesncream - JJK | Stripper!reader
There’s a section for IDOL AUs in this themed series  ⭐
Lost & Found @alpacaparkaseok - PJM | soulmate AU where OC cut the red string of fate. ⭐this is angsty nice
Book of Soulmates @/alpacaparkseok - JJK |  soulmate drabble that’s really cute
Just One Kiss @bangtsblossom - JJK |  established relationship, one baking day (fluffy smutty)
Appetence @jiminimoon - JJK |  canon-compliant,  established relationship, smut (I think the scenario was after JPN tour)
Owned @7deadlysinsfics -  JJK | secret relationship, interpreter!reader, pwp
Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird - JJK |  break up au, exes au, themes of infidelity, prepare tissues!, but satisfying ending for each character⭐
Hidden Stars @jungblue - JJK x R x MYG |this is so nostalgic to me since this is a classic. funny thing is it never registered on me that it is an idol au because I was so focused on the relationships  ⭐
Lost Stars @smoochkooks  - JJK | childhood friends, fuckboy au  ⭐
Angels and Airwaves @yeojaa - JJK | gamer!jk  ⭐
Recrudescence @chimchimsauce​ - OT7 x supernatural  ⭐
Baby, You’re Bad @forgottenpasta​ -  yoongi x pregnant!reader x taehyung (yoongi as sperm donor)
Sugar High @yeojaa - JJK |  series [16/16] | 33k | unrequited love, slow burn, childhood friends au, idol au |  F
Plot Twist @kimnjss​​ - KNJ | smau | Idol AU, Rapper AU, Rich Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers | A, S, F
Are You Going to Stay @hollyhomburg​ -  JJK | fuckboy, soulmate au, bestfriends to lovers
Be my Baby by @kimnjss - MYG | social media au, angst, exes to lovers au, fluff, smut, idol au  ⭐
Ghost Marriage @akinnie75- JJK | fantasy, idol au, kind of arranged marriage  ⭐
Ripped Jeans @kookiesjoonies - JJK | idol!au x seeing him in ripped jeans 🥵
Bloom + Sequel  @jamaisjoons - PJM | two shot | idolverse, hanahaki | A, F
Dead Roses @guksthighs​ - KNJ | drabble | idolverse, established rel (they’re like dating but no confessions of love), hanahaki | A, F
2 Years of Lost Time @kpopisthereasonihavenolife - JJK | one shot, 5.9k | strangers to bestfriends, idol!jk, hanahaki | A, F
The Fitting @noona-la-la-la​ - JJK | stylist!reader  ⭐
Also try @cupofteaguk​ fics - they have great idol fics in their masterlist  such as:   ⭐  all too well (series) | the endless winter (soulmate pjm) |  take my hand (amnesia)  ⭐
Always in my Dreams @sunshinekims​ - KNJ | soulmate au, dream au ⭐this is so nice, I’ve forgotten that Namjoon is actually an Idol here. I was too focused on the soulmate/dreams part
Make Me Proud @moonscriptsx​ - Agust D, both idols (part of my daechwita fic recs)
Hobi’s girl @v-hope​ - post-concert; hobi noticed a fan
Tactile Amnesia @tayegi - MYG | accident
Through the Night @nightbts - JJK |  stylist!reader, friends to lovers
I think my blogs are difficult to navigate now because tag search don’t yield all results (which I am currently fixing). But I hope you’ll find new favorites here! 💙💛💜
Enjoy and thank you for your kind message. Have a great day too!
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Ficlet: Little Red and the Big, Not so Bad, Wolf
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Look, @typhoidmeri makes me lovely werewolf!Steve and Darcy art and I am compelled to write fic for it. I don’t make the rules, that’s just how it goes.
(obviously, the art credit goes to the wonderful @typhoidmeri)
In my head, this is in the same universe as The Moonlight Side, which you don’t have to read in order to enjoy this little bit of Valentine’s Day fluff. If you’re so inclined to read it, however, you can find it on AO3 under my author name of Aenaria (not going to link it here because of tumblr BS).
Anyway, here, have some fluff. It’s small, but I like it, and as it’s more than I’ve written in months at the rate I’ve been going, I’ll take it.
Title: Little Red and the Big, Not so Bad, Wolf
“Hey, it’s okay. Everyone forgets a monthly date now and again, especially if you’re distracted.” Darcy sips at the deep red wine, rolling the silky flavor around on her tongue. “That’s why girls never forget their first pregnancy scare.”
The giant wolf splayed out on bed next to Darcy, lifts his head up and gives her what’s probably the most baleful look she’s ever seen on his furry face. “Oh, stop it, Steve,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not upset, I swear. So you forgot the full moon was on Valentine’s Day this year. It happens.”
Darcy will never, ever say it out loud, but it does kind of suck that her werewolf husband (also known as Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, which is just…sometimes she doesn’t understand what her life is but she’s not complaining) is in the middle of one of his furry days on their first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. And they’d made such detailed plans too! A few days vacation at a delightfully secluded and romantic cabin in the woods, a promise from the rest of the Avengers that no one would disturb them unless it was an absolute universe ending level problem, and a set of blood red lingerie that Darcy’s been saving for just the right occasion.
And then they both forget that Valentine’s Day and the full moon fall right on the same night this year.
So really, there are no innocent parties here. In sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part, and on nights of fur and skin, they’re both in it together.
Steve shuffles a little bit, stretching his neck out until his head lands firmly in Darcy’s lap. He nudges his wet nose against her stomach, leaving a little damp mark against the satin negligee. She sighs and runs a hand through the thick scruff around his neck, scratching until she can feel him rumble contentedly against her skin. Darcy bends down, nuzzling against one of Steve’s pointed ears and whispers her love for him. He may be furry right then but he’s still human on the inside and can understand every word she utters.
“Now.” Darcy reclines back on the pillows, keeping an arm looped around Steve’s neck, and swaps the wine glass for the TV remote. “Let’s find the finest zombie movie Netflix has to offer.”
*
The first thing Darcy notices as she slowly wakes up is something gently stroking her throat, hair tickling her skin, and something warm gliding along the edge of her bathrobe. Then there’s the sensation of the sun hitting her face, and she scrunches her nose before anything else, twisting out of the way of the sunbeam. The hand on her stomach slips to her back, and she feels herself being tugged close to a firm and very human body.
Her eyes flutter open, taking in a sliver of Steve’s bare chest right in her line of sight. “Mmmm,” she mumbles, sleepily. “Happy belated Valentine’s Day.”
“Time is relative,” Steve replies softly. With one deft hand he undoes the already loose knot of the bathrobe, sliding it down her bare shoulder and revealing part of the slinky little negligee hidden beneath it. “It’s still Valentine’s Day if we say it is.”
“Mmm, I definitely say so.” Darcy reaches out to find the planes of Steve’s body beneath the blankets, discovering that he hadn’t gotten dressed again after he’d changed back to human as the sun rose. “So how do you want to spend your Valentine’s Day? Any good ideas from the Man with a Plan?”
“Man with a Plan’s on vacation.” He leans down and nuzzles into her neck once more, rolling her back into the pillows and pressing a kiss to where her pulse is beginning to pound at the base of her neck. “Steve Rogers, however, is going to focus on spending time with his wife.”
“I like the way you think, husband.”
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Wilbur Soot/Ghostbur x gn!reader
Warnings: Death, gore (just a tiny bit)
A/N: So last night and this morning I was feeling really angsty so I wrote something! This is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr so haha lol I have no idea what I'm doing
Not proofread btw lol
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The flowers were grey, drooping. You reached down and plucked one of the stems. Almost completely dead, but not quite - like you. Everything in this world was fading, slowly greying, dying. But yet it never seemed to quite reach that stage.
You had no idea how long you’d been stuck in the In-Between, but you did know nothing had changed since you’d first come here - offed by a stray skeleton’s arrow that pierced your neck. It was the same rolling fields with the drooping stalks of knee-high grass, the same sky that seemed like it was bleeding blue, the same whistling wind the same drooping gray glowers.
You didn’t mind it too much, actually. Some people would have found it boring, or have felt the nothingness of everything drilling through their mind until they went mad. But you enjoyed the peace and quiet of everything.
Sometimes you missed your old life on the Dream SMP, your old friends - Tommy, Tubbo, Techno - but then you remembered Wilbur and how it ended and you were glad to be alone.
You could have gone back and visited - you knew the rules of the SMP, that those who had lost their last life could stay in this field and go back to visit their friends once every moon or pass on to the void forever. You had no particular desire to do one or the other, not wanting to go back and visit your friends but not wanting to just cease to exist. So you opted to stay in the field, making flower crowns out of drooping grey blossoms and ignoring the swirling colors of the portal that led back into the SMP monthly.
But then one day the portal appeared early. You had no way to tell the time in this world, but the portal had opened regularly until now. So instead of just ignoring it like you usually did, you stepped closer, peering into the swirling depths.
The scene was one out of a horror movie. A man - with wings like those of an angel - knelt on the ground, arms wrapped around another man wearing an orange hoodie and red beanie. A sword was sticking out of the second man’s stomach, blood dripping off to create a grisly puddle in an indent in the floor. As you watched, the first man looked up, directly at you. Shock entered his eyes. Could he see you? Surely not, you weren’t through the portal. And then the second man rose. But not really. A wraith-like version of him floated up through his corpse. You gasped, stepping back, but then, as you lost the image, stepped forward again.
Wilbur Soot. Leader of the rebellion, President of L’Manburg, founder of L’Manburg and Pogtopia, was dead. And now, with an innocent smile on his face, he stepped forward, just barely on the other side of the portal. Subconsciously, you held your hand out, and he took it. His grasp was warm, but almost like he wasn’t there at all. Then, he stepped forward once more, and with a blinding flash, the portal disappeared and you were both back in the field.
“Hello,” he said, offering you a smile. His hand in yours felt real now. “Would you like some blue?”
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Teddy
Notes: This is my entry for @pagesoflauren Prompts:
So, this is love” from “So This is Love” by Ilene Woods and Mike Douglas from Cinderella
“Um, you...you fight good.” from Mulan
“This reminded me of you.”
Warnings: 18 +Only, dark themes, Dubious consent due to alcohol consumption, drunken sex, fingering, out door sex
Summary: a corporate event turns into hazy regret
Dark(maybe more grey) CEO Steve x Reader
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Why they decided to hold a corporate event in the middle of the work week was beyond you. But you could only blame yourself for the alcohol consumption you partook in. Your head and body ached. You had taken a few aspirin before getting to work, but it didn't sooth the pains rippling through your body. Last night was a fog that you could barely piece together, but you weren't worried. You had made it home safe and your office mates had not blown up your phone with anything salacious.
You frowned at the continuous slowed traffic at your cubical when you approached. When you spotted the source you were surprised. A sweet little box with an oversized bow sat on top of your keyboard with a tiny little note. Your coworkers all past your station giggling amongst themselves as they spied it. You felt the heat of all the attention permeate your face as you rushed to stash it away.
Taking your seat before your monitor you hid the parcel. You waited patiently until you felt no one was paying you any mind. Had someone miss placed this? Curious you read the note. “This reminded me of you.” Flipping it over no name.
You untie the bow and opened it carefully.
"Did you like it?" Steve's sudden voice made you bristle.
You fumble with the box, dropping it, spilling the contents as he leaned on your cubical wall.
"Um sorry?" you looked at him confused.
"I was thinking of getting rid of this thing, but now"
he scratched at his beard as you wrinkled your brow at him. His name was called before he could clarify his point. The distraction pulled him away, but not before he shot you a sly wink.
That was strange.
With him away you reached down to pick up the fallen gift. You rose slowly lifting a new coffee mug, turning it you see a yellow cartoon teddy bear smiling at you.
Your eyes grew round as a flood of memories drowned you. Flashes of the night before filled in gaps you had brushed off until now.
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The night before
You were an expert at avoiding company events, but when the email read mandatory you groaned. The biannual event was a must for all employees foreign and domestic.
You didn't hate your company, you actually loved it. Everyone was friendly, it was a stark contrast to the cut throat companies you were used to. It was just that social events made you feel painfully awkward.
The venue was massive. Every odd person asked which office you worked in and what department you belonged to. You smiled and made short talk as you searched for a place to hide until the event was over. It was very draining, being an introvert you could only handle so much social interaction.
The corporate sponsored libations helped get you through the most part. Snatching a drink from every waiter that passed with a tray. It was an easy, trick gulp down the glass then motion to the empty cup before departing the group signaling you are going to find more. An easy out that had you buzzed, but you felt as though you were holding together well. When you found your hiding spot you breathed easier, taking the seat hidden behind a column, you played with your phone until the event whined down.
"Hey your in accounting right?"
You looked up from the phone to find John Walker. He smiled softly, slipping into the empty seat next to you. "Oh no, sorry.."
"Why are you hiding away by yourself?" He cut you off. You reached for your half empty flute and took a big gulp. Swallowing it down before tapping the glass, signaling your exit just as he began to crowd you into the corner space.
"How do you like it here?" He asked you another question stifling your exit. You could feel his breath on your face as you tried to lean away, but his arm stretched out pulling you closer.
A yelp escaped your lips when his other hand found your thigh. You don't want to cause a scene, but you want him to give you space. Your hiding space was too good. No one noticed or cared that you were trapped by a fellow colleague. "I need to-"
John pulled you down when you tried to stand and excuse yourself. "Hey" the scent of his drink finally hit your nose. "You cant leave before we cheers." His grip on you felt so firm that you worried if you upset him, his smile seemed strained and his eyes roamed you uncomfortably. John suddenly lifted the hand from your shoulder and snapped his fingers in the air, signaling a server to bring more drinks to the table. "One more drink huh? Bad luck not to cheers with everyone you know?"
You gripped your phone so hard you felt it imprint on your palm. You just wanted to go home. When the serve dropped the glasses John pushed one at you. To appease him you took it. Maybe he would leave after this. He raised his glass and you did the same. "To a fruitful quarter."
You murmured and repeated him. The glasses clinked before you both took a drink. This drink hit you harder than before, but you chugged it down anyway.
When John finished his glass he cloaked you. His eyes filled with a hunger that had you leaning further back into the back of your chair. He kept coming so close no matter how you shifted in your seat to gain distance. "Please I need to go home" you begged as he roamed up your skirt.
When his eyes bulged you were confused before you felt relief. John fell away from you, hitting the floor hard as a hulk of a man appeared standing over him. John did not appreciate it, hopping to his feet. You tried to stand yourself, but the room spun and swayed with such force you fell back on your seat. John and your savior blurred as you try to focus. You squinted as John pushed back on the stranger only to find his chin connecting with a right hook. His body fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes as you watched everything in slow motion.
It was so surreal seeing John laid out. You looked up to see the founder standing above him. Steve Rogers was the man behind the knockout punch. You snorted, laughing loudly at the ridiculousness. There was no way you saw that correctly.
He turned his attention to you, mouthing words at you, but you couldn't understand them. People began to crowd around John and your table. You were becoming the center of attention and that filled you with an urge to escape.
"I want to go home." You whimpered lowly, as you found it hard to move with so many people around. You reached your limit, there were too many eyes, too many voices, you felt trapped yet again.
"Where do you live?" His voice cut through everyone else. It sounded so concerned yet sweet it set you at ease. You slurred out the destination as he helped you up from the seat.
He felt so warm, firm and safe that you couldn't help, but cuddle into his side as he guided you out.
Your eyes started to feel heavy as your body floated along. “Um, you...you fight good.” you blurted out making him chuckle. "Thank you" you slurred out the complement. Your yawn muffled his response as your eyes closed and you slipped into sleep.
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Your head lolled on the back of the leather seat as a chill nipped at your body. "It's too cold" you groaned missing the warmth that sent you to slumber.
"I miss warm" you whined tilting your head to the side, squinting at the blurry blob that resembled the sun. You reached out to find the source of warmth, but got jerked back by a restraint, you grumbled and frowned when you found a seat belt.
"Hey sleepy head." It sounded like Mr.Rogers. You had heard his voice many times over many corporate calls and monthly meetings, but that was preposterous. There was no way the high powered CEO was talking to you.
"Give me warm" you whined again, your eyes still heavy as you tried to focus on their face. You attempted once more to reach your hand out, this time your finger tips clumsily grazed over a nose before trailing up to gelled hair. "Oop. Watch it you almost blinded me there." He laughed lightly as the car swerved a bit. "Ok ok settled down I'll turn on the AC." The click and whoosh of the heater elevated the chill a bit.
"Sorry I run a little hot. Does this help?"
You hummed with delight as a warm hand reached out to glide up and down your thigh in comforting strokes. Your fingers played in the sleeked geld locks. Your thighs absorb the warmth of his hand as he kneaded your skin.
"You have arrived at your destination" the robotic voice announced.
"Yay!" Clapping your hands together ready to go to bed.
"Don't like parties huh?"
"I like home better." You yawned still very tired.
"Yeah me too" he agreed as the warm hand in your lap left. You whimpered in disappointment as a car door opened and closed. You stayed lazy sat in place too tired to move, closing your eyes welcoming sleep once again.
"Come on let's get you home." He grunted as he reached over you, waking you slightly. The smell of his cologne filled your nose as you heard the distinct click of your seat belt and feel of the strap slide away.
"Who are you?" You genuinely inquired.
He pulled you from the seat and stood you up against the car. Your body sagged, but he kept you standing. "Don't remember me, huh?" He huffed dragging you out. "Steve. Steve Rogers." He told you as he tried to keep you steady while closing the door.
"Your face is soo fluffy" you giggled as you grabbed at his beard. "No! Your not Steve! Your teddy" you dubbed shouting at him, cupping his face as you brought him closer. "You feel so good teddy."
"You think so?" Steve chuckled excepting his new nickname.
Stepping closer he pressed his weight on you and chuckled, boxing you between him and the car. "Fluffy teddy bear man" you giggled again as his cologne once again invaded your nose.
"You smell good too" you confessed as he leaned closer. His lips tilted into a devilish grin as you leaned forward to inhale along his neck. His strong hands held your hips before squeezing when you licked at him. "Tasted good too."
"Bad girl." Steve admonished leaning away from you. "Bad teddy" you frowned, pulling him closer by his blazer. "Keep me warm teddy." You pouted.
"Like that?" Steve questioned as his palms slipped down your waist then road up your thigh. You gasped when he ascended up and under your skirt. You nodded 'yes' allowing his brazened hand to slip into your panties, cupping your mound. The car rocked a bit as he leaned all his weight on you, sinking into you. His bristly beard hairs tickled your neck as you panted wildly into the cold air.
"Do you like how I make you feel?" Steve asked trailing up and over your lips. You moan a 'yes' into his mouth while you pushed into his palm urging him on.
Steve tried to pull his hand from you, but you squeezed your thighs together, not allowing him to retreat. "No teddy don't leave" you begged pouting. Steve smiled at the nickname while plunging deep in your core, curling his digits inside of you.
Your skirt road high off your ass and you felt the chill of the door on your exposed cheeks. You didn't care, you just wanted more. Lifting your leg Steve hooked it around his waist. "I love you teddy" you proclaimed drunk off his touch.
"Oh yeah" he growled in your ear, sending fire down your neck as he kissed you all over. You felt your panties pushed to the side as he pressed his sheathed need on you.
"Ummm mmm" you hummed eager for him to do more. Steve steady you with one hand while his other fumbled with the front of his pants. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your hips pushed forward. Waiting impatiently you bite your lip giving him a pleading look. "Love you so much teddy."
"So this is love?" Steve swirled his cock in your juices, teasing as he pressed hard along your eagerness. "Don't tease" you slapped at him frowning. "You want teddy to love you?" he groaned pressing his tip hard against your entrance. You nod 'yes' and hiss as his cock slowly stretched you open. You welcomed the strain while another warmth burst from your core. Your fingers tangled in his hair while Steve kissed you passionately. You panted wildly as Steve picked up speed, rutting you against the car door. "So this..." Steve stretched out each word, thrusting into you hard and deep, your slick him thoroughly. You chanted 'yes' allowing him to rut you against the car. Steve's thickness made you quiver. Despite being out in the world it felt as if you were the only two left on earth. "This is love" he sighed pushing as deep as he could go.
The warmth of him exploded all around you, melting you into him deliciously. You dissolved into him, slipping mindlessly into ecstasy.
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In God's Warm Embrace
Pastor Simeon decides to talk about you and your little absence around the Church as of late.
Warnings: could be considered noncon, or like coercion
Warnings: 4.2K
A/N: (〃 ̄︶ ̄)人( ̄︶ ̄〃)
You walk through the corridor, the statues looking upon you. White roses are placed in vases at each window, the petals wilting at the ends and falling onto the lace tablecloth. The eyes of a crucified Jesus seem to follow you as you enter a room. It’s empty, only pictures and a singular cross looking upon you and keeping you company as you sit on a teal cushioned chair and wait.
The room is filled with light, the rays of the fading sun catching amongst the panels and shining a kaleidoscope of colors onto the room, peeking at the top of your knees and creeping to your thighs. Your hands are moist with sweat, your brow knitted with worry and your lips pulled into a frown. Shame floods your body, burning hot with the fire from hell, your tears slipping down the curve of your face and dripping onto the collar of your shirt. You’re stuck in silence while the world outside moves on, living shame free and simply existing.
The door to the office opens with a gust of warm air entering, and in the same breath, it’s closed, clicking to a lock. You swallow and your mouth is dry, your gaze sticks on the hardwood floor, trying to make out a pattern within the lines. A chill runs through your body when two hands rest on your shoulder, gripping tightly onto you.
Silence rings in your ears, deafening and enough to make your ears ache. “You know I care for you deeply, do you not?” He offers no room for you to answer him. “I do my best with what I can, while I’m in charge of the church- in charge of you. You know you’re able to come to me if you’re ever struggling.” His index finger twitches against your shoulder. “Have I not made that clear?” He squeezes your shoulders with both hands.
“No, Pastor Simeon. You’ve made it clear I can turn to you. You’ve taken great care of me ever since I found the Church.” You can hear laughter ringing outside the window, the color on your knees twinkling with each passing second. “I appreciate it very much.”
“Then, you’d be willing to tell me why I found you with Pastor Raphael? You know, he doesn’t just allow anyone in his office.” His nails are cushioned by the fabric of your blouse. “Nor does he allow anyone to sit so close to him.” You can hear something venomous in his voice, a low hiss that is gone as soon as it came.
“I simply needed help planning the monthly party. You seemed busy with a new follower and I didn’t want to take away your attention.” Your heart leaps into your throat, catching and making it impossible to breathe. “I didn't mean to offend.”
“You know I’m always happy to make time for my favorite follower.” His hand creeps closer to your neck, his skin warm against your clammy one. “While you’re here, I’ve also been meaning to ask you why you haven’t shown up on Friday nights? You know we still hold services on those nights.” His index tickles the base of your neck, stroking upwards onto you. “Where have you been?”
You rub your thighs together, anxiety deep in your joints, making you antsy and uncomfortable. “I’ve met some friends,” you confess. “We go out on Fridays and well, Fridays are usually empty so I assumed-”
“Ah,” he says simply. “You believe that your own enjoyment is above others who are seeking guidance from our Lord.” He sighs, his hands coming closer to the base of your neck, fingertips light against you. “I see the Devil has tainted your heart,” a sad tone lacing at his words.
“No!” You gasp out, trying to look above. “It- It’s not-”
His words cut through yours. “Tell me, are these friends the ones who saved you when you were alone? When you were lost and broken? Are they the ones who rescued you from damnation?” You shake your head. “I can’t hear you.”
“No,” you mutter, twiddling your hands together. “That was you.” You swallow, your lips dry and the swirl of colors makes it hard to focus. “I apologize. I just thought-” your lips pull into a straight line- “I had thought that perhaps I could go out. I didn’t mean to abandon my duties here. I promise to do better.”
“You’re in God’s house. You should know that promises made under here are sacred.” You nod your head. “Speaking of Fridays-” his hands finally wrap around your neck and you startle- “you’ve been missing confession during then.” Your hands flutter but make it no further than your chest, your eyes trying to latch onto a reflective surface to look at him. He says your name in a light whisper, his fingertips caressing the front of your neck. “I’m sure you have things to confess. Don’t fret, we all sin from time to time. We are only made in God's Image, but he’s the one who gave us free will. As long as we find our path to light, we’ll surely be saved.” He clicks his tongue, a hand faltering away to slip past your shoulder and tease at your collarbone. “Is there anything you’d like to confess? After all, you have my undivided attention.”
“I’m afraid I have sinned.” His hands tighten around you. You aren’t sure if it’s a threat or something else- even then you aren’t sure what the “something else” could be. “As you mentioned earlier, I’ve been putting my own satisfaction above others. I fear that I’m becoming selfish in my ways. However, I know that with enough prayer, I could overcome this. I think I'll head home tonight and pray.” You don’t know how to feel with his hands around your throat, not liking the way they seem to claim over you. “I still need to purchase items for the monthly party.”
As you move to rise from your seat, he pushes you back down. You fear that the Devil’s clawed hands will rise from the floor and grab at your ankles. You call his name, straining your neck to look up at him and when you meet his eyes, you look back down, murmuring an apology for daring to look at him.
“You’ve been lacking your duties, playing around with people who don’t care for you- at least not in the way I do- and now you want to rush home? You’re already here, let me help you. Let me be the one to help you repent your sins. I am a man of God, devoted and under his light, it’s only right that I save you from damnation.” His words leave a sinking feeling in your stomach, aching and twisting around, pulling tight until acid is rising- thick and burning. “You want to be forgiven, don’t you?”
You nod your head. “In the confessional?”
“No, dear.” The colors are warm on your skin, his hands light, and the room cold. “This one is a bit more personal. Something that I’m only willing to share with you.” The sun shines outside, colors reflected across the room, shining in an heavenly light. “Hebrew 4:13-” he sounds almost smug as he speaks, his abdomen pressed against the back of your chair- “Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.” You can feel him hover closer to you, his hand lowering past your collarbone and slipping to the curve of your breast. “You seek to repent for your sins, do you not? Do you think Raphael would still be intrigued with you after learning that you’re abandoning God to seek out pleasure from others? I know how you care for the opinion of others.” His hand massages at your breast, pulling at the cup, your hardened nipple peeking through the shirt. “Come now, my little lamb, make the wise choice.” His finger pinches at your clothed nipple, causing you to pinch your thighs together, a shameful sound muffled between your closed lips. “Do you wish to confess your sins to me?”
Your body is lit aflame with the way that he touches you, an uncomfortable growing wet spot forming between your legs. “I wish to repent, Pastor Simeon.” Your stomach drops at your words, your heart beating against your chest and a cold feeling wraps tight around you. “Please, help me.”
“Open your mouth,” he says, a hand hugging your throat and forcing you to look up at him. You do as you say, the tip of your tongue peeking past your bottom lip. “You wished to repent for your sins.” His lips curve into a thin smile. “Well, I’m about to help you.” He bows his head, the apple in his throat bobbing as his lips are pursed together. Spit falls onto your tongue, the taste bitter with wine, and thick with salvation, as you close your mouth and swallow it. A hand cups your face, his hand softly curling into a petting motion. “Good-” he pulls away and you watch him move, standing before you with hands on his belt, the metal clinking together as he undoes the belt- “get on your knees and take my cock into your mouth.”
You can still feel the way that his hand felt when it was wrapped around your throat, the lingering feeling of something tight coiling around you and you fear that you’ll be left with bruises. “Yes, Pastor Simeon,” you whisper under your breath.
The chair squeaks in the room, your knees cold as you meet the floor. You open your mouth, wanting to speak further, to perhaps put a stop to this or have some sort of guidance, but the taste of wine weighs heavy on your tongue, your breath coming out in short pants as your hands tremble to unzip his pants. You inch close to him, the zip echoing in your ears as you pull it down. He removes his shoes and kicks them off the side, his pants lowered and he stands in his briefs in front of you, the outline of his cock bulging against the fabric. Your hand cups over the outline, your lips pulled into a frown when warmth emanates from it and burns against your palm.
“Are you okay?” You look up at him, with wide eyes, sneaking a glance back to where your hand still holds his covered cock. “I understand, being tempted is quite different than actually committing the act, but I assure you-” his hand curves over the top of your head- “this is for you. I’m trying to save your soul. I was chosen by God, I wouldn’t dare trick you in any way.” He senses your hesitation, the worry in your eyes that brim over with tears. “How about this? Kiss me. That way, it’ll be an easy transition for you.” He helps you onto your legs, standing against him, his hands cupping your face and lips bittersweet with wine. “We’ll kiss like lovers. Make love as one, and I assure you, that after today’s session, you’ll be one step closer to God’s Light.”
His lips are soft, tongue even softer as it slips between your lips. His kiss is nice- something pleasant and slow that makes your stomach churn as if butterflies were inside of you. You lean closer to him, pressing your chest against his and your hands are awkwardly stiff at your sides. He’s still pressed against you- his erection stiff and pulsating with heat as he deepens the kiss.
A hand leaves your face, leaving you cold. You whine into him when his hand traces down your body, grabbing at your empty hand and placing it above his cock. He holds yours, gently mimicking jerking motions as the kiss continues. Saliva pools under your tongue, slipping past the corners of your lips and dripping thickly onto your shirt. Your head spins, fever burning your skin as the summer heat does to you. You hold together onto him, the cock thick in your hands as shakily continues the motions without his help. With a mouth filled with his tongue and shared spit, he pulls away, pecking at the corner of your lips to your jawline and against your neck- right below where your heart pulses. His briefs are slipped off, the heat of his member burning against your hand.
“Get on your knees. It’s time to worship,” he says quietly to you, his hands wrapped around your arms, guiding you to your knees. “Remember, that this is for you.” Your knees meet the cold floor once more, your joints aching and lips already feeling bruised despite the soft kiss. “You’re the sinner and I’m the one guiding you to salvation.”
Your cupid’s bow bumps against his cockhead, a slimy trail of pre-ejaculate spreading across your lips. A hint of something salty replaces his bittersweet taste, you push yourself forward, your lips opening as you wrap them around his cock. His hands cradle the back of your head, a sigh of pleasure filling the air between the two of you.
“Suck on it,” he orders, pushing your head deeper onto his cock, until it hits your uvula. You hollow your cheeks, the soft, plushiness of it pressed against the side of his cock. “Just a bit harder, my dear.” His hands knit between your hair and his fingertips press against your scalp. “You suck on my cock, and I’ll guide you.”
True to his word, he guides your head, pushing you deeper down his cock as tears spring to your eyes, your ears hot and chest losing air with each thrust. Your mouth closes around his cock, a pitiful attempt at sucking at his cock while he thrusts your head onto him. With each thrust, the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, his hands holding tightly onto you. To say he is forceful feels almost wrong, but his hands are heavy, his gestures anything but sweet and the only kind words that he can hiss out between his clenched teeth are praises that make your stomach twist. You aren’t sure if it’s his taste that is acidic or sickness settling in.
“But while my relationship is secure with you, I know sin can break our fellowship at times. I’m still human, and I often forget who I am and Whose I am. You want to convict and correct me, not shame me.” His voice cuts through the air, louder than your choking. He holds power in his voice, muttering through the prayer, increasing in volume as his moans do. “So before I take communion today, I’m asking You to truly search my heart and reveal hidden things for which to ask Your forgiveness.”
The noises that fill the room are loud, gagging and wet slapping sounds with each movement. Your jaw aches, tears slipping past the curve of your face as your nails dig into his thighs. You call his name and it’s unheard, a jumbled mess of slurred sounds that are lost within the wet slapping sounds. Yet, even with his cruelness, something pulses between your legs. It’s an uncomfortable situation, something thick slipping past your entrance and resting on your underwear, the twisting in your stomach rivaled by a burning ache.
“Oh my,” he grunts, pressing your face down to his base. Your tongue slips around the underside of his cock, tracing at a vein as saliva slips down your chin. “My little lamb, you feel fantastic.” He’s too deep in your mouth, closing at your throat and blocking any air that can travel. “Just hearing you gag is nearly enough for me.” Your face burns, burning hot tears form and cling to your lashes. Your mouth bubbles with drool, your palms slapping against his thighs as you call to him through his cock. Something acid crises in your throat, only to be washed away by his thick seed. It slides down your throat, heavy and filling, white creaminess staining your tongue and burning past your tears.
When he pulls you away, you cough, small specks of semen ruining the cherry wood floors. You gasp for air, the scent of candles burning strong in the air. “Sim-” a cough interrupts your words- “Simeon,” you hiccup, your hands flat on the ground. You look up at him, watching as he strokes his cock, semen dripping onto the floor. “What are you doing?”
“We’re not done yet,” he says as he grabs you by your biceps and lifts you into a standing position. “I apologize for the roughness but it’s what the Lord commands me to do. Now, it’s time for the other steps.” He presses you against the edge of his desk, the hem of your skirt in his hands and his breath close to yours. His thumb brushes away your tears. “Lift up your skirt for me, my sweet lamb.”
“What?” You ask in a strained whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself, giving yourself the comfort you desperately need. “What do you mean? Wasn’t that enough?”
“There can never be enough salvation.” he grabs your hands and lets them hover over the hem of your skirt. “Now, lift up your skirt. Don’t make me repeat myself again, dear.” He takes a few steps back. He gives you a slight nod, allowing you to proceed.
You lift up your skirt, the fabric clenched in your hands, and even though you just had his cock in your mouth, you feel exposed. Simeon hums in thought, stepping towards you, his index finger tracing over your slit. His index presses harshly against you, almost teasing at your entrance and when he pulls away, the tip of his index is shining. He tilts his head and rubs his index and thumb together, your arousal smearing between the two, as his hands on your thighs as they reach the hem of your underwear and pull down. You can feel a cool strand of your arousal slap against our warm skin when the fabric pools around your ankles.
Your clothes are removed, falling onto a lifeless puddle on the floor. You rest on the desk, your hands flat against the table as you peer at your Pastor. He fills the gap, the tip of his cock smearing between your lips. You gasp out, your head shaking as you look around the room. “Wait- Wait,” you stop him. He listens and gives you a tender smile.
“What’s wrong, my dear?” His hand cusps at your face, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.
“I’m a-” your face burns with shame as you look down. Your hand is casted in rainbow light. “I don’t- I’m saving myself till marriage. I don’t- isn’t there another way?”
“My lovely lamb,” he whispers out, his lips ghosting over your collarbone and resting over a pert nipple, another hand covering your other breast. “You don’t have to worry about that right now. God won’t hate you for acts of love. If that’s difficult for you to comprehend, why don’t you think of me as your God for now?” His lips peck at your nipple, his mouth opening and suckling at your breast. “Making love with God is not a sin.” You arch your back as he nurses on your breast, his other hand massaging and kneading at the other breast.
Tears dry in your eyes, your gaze wide and doe-like. “What about a condom? I’m not on birth control or anything.”
“My dear-” he kisses at your breast once more, lolling the hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue- “with me inside of you, it’ll be much more pure. It’ll be the pure essence of me- our God- in your body. Nursing at your womb and filling you with life. Don’t deprive yourself of that.” He lifts his head, your breast is cold from the air, the other pert from touch.
Your rim is stretched, a pain sparking between your legs. The crown of your head is pushed against his desk, your hands lawing around his biceps. He muffles your yelp with a rushed kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips. You gasp for air, pulling him closer to you and wrapping your legs around him, hoping that that will deter him from continuing.
It doesn’t.
He thrust into you, pulling away, his cock stretching you virgin walls. He pulls away from the kiss, his lips on your neck before he rises above you and kisses your lips once more. Your legs loosen from the hold on him and he grabs at you, pushing your legs into a bent position over your body. Everything feels much too tight, the position only bringing a stinging pain with pleasure right at the cusp, your body aching for anything to remove the pain.
In a desperate attempt, you bring your hand to rub at your clit, letting out a breathy moan when it does relieve you from the pain. He kisses your lips once more and unable to think, you can only press down at your clit.
“It stings,” you murmur between the lips. “Pastor Simeon, it doesn’t-”
“Just give it a second.'' His hand replaces yours and his fingertips feel foreign compared to yours. “Such a good follower to know that you have to play with yourself.” He presses the kiss deeper, his hands finding a sweet rhythm that makes you gasp into his mouth, the pain fading away with every thrust. “How ever did you know to do something like that?” His pace quickens, a wet clicking sound filling the room as he pushes himself inside of you. “Do you do this often or-” his fingers pinch at your clit, causing you to squeeze your legs together, your cunt wrapping tightly around him- “did someone teach my favorite follower something so perverse? What was it? Were you being a whore and touching yourself or did you let someone play with you?”
“Me,” you choke out, clinging onto him, so desperate for another kiss to dull the fading pain. “It was me.” Your tears catch on your tongue and you shake your head at the taste. “I’m so sorry Pastor Simeon. I was weak,” you moan, closing your eyes until colors and organic shapes fill the inky blackness. You can feel the gold cross around his neck rest between the valley of your breasts, a cold surface against your fevered skin, it bobs and piches at you with every thrust.
He grunts above you, moaning your name until it sounds odd in your ears, his cock twitching inside of your velvety walls. His cock fills you, stretches your cunt and makes you feel impossibly full. Your clit pulses with arousal as you drip around his cock, pulling him close to you, desperate to feel his burning skin upon yours. He calls your name, stuttering his hips inside fo you before coming to a still. You’re filled with his seed- creamy white that spills out of you only to be pushed back in by his hands. You’re covered by him, your entrance puffed and spilling with white discharge, your body shakes as he pulls himself out. His lips meet your in a tender kiss, sucking at your bottom lip and holding you close.
Your eyes are heavy with exhaustion, your body shaking lightly as thick semen pours out of your ravaged cunt. You call for him, your hands blindly searching as they fall past the edge of the desk. His lips press against your forehead, cold hands that touch at your feverish body, makes you lean into him. His lips smile against you.
“You’re free to rest here as long as necessary.” You open your eyes at him, your brows furrowed but without energy and no room to have any coherent thoughts, you are unable to ask him anything. “I hate to leave you here, but I have a meeting to attend. I’ll hope to see you again next Friday, of course.”
You turn your head lazily towards him where he’s already buckling his belt. “Next?” You ask with a pause. “What do you-” a yawn ruins your sentence and chance to speak.
“Surely, you did not believe that one session was enough to lead you to redemption? Oh my, sweet lamb, no.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a patronizing huff. “You’ve told me yourself that you’ve touched yourself- do you believe that God would take in such a whore?” He smiles at you and it’s cold. “He wouldn’t,” he says simply, adjusting his collar, the necklace that once laid between your breasts now rests between his. “But I’m here to watch over you. To give you the treatment that you deserve and make sure you get into God’s good graces.” He walks to the door, his back turned to you, until his hand is around the knob. “Now remember, you wanted this, and I’m more than happy to help, my dear lamb.”
The door clicks close behind him and you are left in a darkening room, the kaleidoscope of lights vanished long ago, only a dripping trail of semen leaking from your cunt. Your body aches and you feel cold, naked under the eyes of the Lord. With shaky limbs, you rise from the desk, wearing the clothes as they are- wrinkled and dirtied from the dust on the floor. You pat yourself down. The doorknob is cold under your touch, your body pricked with goosebumps, and let the door close behind you.
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Hello, do you accept order? If yes, you could make a single one shot of Yandere! Brat Spoiled, please...
What would it be like if Yandere were the son of wealthy parents who always have everything they want, when they don't always get what they like, always act like a spoiled brat (and also his parents are afraid of their son, as they have already seen what he is capable of when he gets angry)... that's where the reader comes in. She is a new student at school, a nice and kind person, so the yandere knows her and falls in love so strongly that she never felt that way in life, but the reader is always rejecting her advances for being a spoiled brat and the way he treats the people around you.
What happens next?
Title: Eat the poor
Tw: non - consensual touching, obsessive/possessive behavior, violence, low-key bullying, blackmail / coercion, reader is in university
Part 2
It had started during your very first year of college, back when you still felt motivated to go to school and meet new people. You had heard the rumors about him before ever meeting his gaze and oh, did they disappoint.
You met Gabrielle for the first time when the snowdrops bloomed and the birds returned home – in the early autumn, at night, in a small crowded room reeking of alcohol, sweat and cheap cologne which you quickly realized wasn’t his. The man smelt like the cigarettes he never got bored of and sweet caramel. He was wearing a big leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans, yet the simplicity of the outfit seemed to suit the expensive brands displayed on the clothing. In a way the student represented the typical youthful boyish beauty with his golden locks, eyes the color of the sky and frame tall and well – built. Yet his face remained motionless the whole night and his body stayed still despite the mass of bodies dancing around in rhythm. But then some poor unfortunate fool managed to bump into the male, spilling his drink all over him, and his pretty face quickly twisted into a mask of disgust and anger.
“You stupid piece of shit!” The male yelled shortly after as his fist connected with the stuttering boy’s stomach. His clear eyes were now two wild thunderstorms pouring rain and lightning over the tipsy guy who was nervously apologizing and promising to pay for the damages done. “Do you know how much this costs?” Gabrielle spat with venom and pushed the other onto the floor, bringing his black sneakers to that white shirt until there was a mark of dirt formed on the otherwise clean fabric. Everyone else in the room had stopped drinking now and all the eyes were pinned onto the two men yet no one had the courage to do anything. Your own heart was beating hard in your chest at the sudden display of unnecessary violence but you had always been a calm kid, a kind soul too scared of its own shadow to learn how to fight properly. So you had no idea what to do.
“My father can have you expelled, you know.” The blond man suddenly spoke out in a quiet eerie voice as he pressed his foot harder into the shorter boy’s stomach causing him to whimper and squirm. “Unless you are willing to beg for my forgiveness, that is.” The bully proposed with a sly smirk on his pink lips as he glared at the victim underneath. The student on the ground was clenching his eyes tight so no one could see the tears in them when he shook his head no. You finally decided you couldn’t let this inhumane scene go any further.
“Stop this madness right now!” You shouted manically, drawing all the attention to yourself as you made your way between the two men. Gabrielle immediately pinned his burning gaze on you in unhidden intrigue. “This is too cruel. He didn’t mean to bump into you. Please, leave him alone.” As much as you had wanted to curse at the spoiled rich boy there was this suffocating feeling in your lungs telling you to be careful and play the mediator. The others quickly started gasping and some were already gossiping at your reaction proving your point that the guy was indeed dangerous.
Then he looked you straight in the eyes with his deep blue ones. He chuckled softly before smacking his lips in an unpleasant way, his “tsk” sending shivers down your spine. You had fucked up. “Well, well, well… Looks like the new girl wants to play hero. How cliché.” The bully grinned as he let his gaze roam up and down your body, your cheeks turning red in return when having realized he was handsome even while doing something so vulgar. “But if you do want to help him so badly…” The golden – haired man paused for a moment pretending to be deep in thought. “Maybe we could have a little deal, bunny.” He moved his leg away from the sobbing boy and stepped in front of you. From this close you could feel the warmth of his skin and the sweet aroma of burnt sugar it radiated. Gabrielle tilted your chin up almost gently and whispered in your ear “Kiss me.”
You tried to break free from the uncomfortable pose but the student simply squeezed your jaw line harder, his eyes cold and calculating, following your every move. You mind went blank and foggy at the forced intimacy and you couldn’t think straight with his breath on your neck. It felt like the time had slowed down just so the sadistic snob could mess with you a little longer. You opened your mouth to voice your protests but fortunately you didn’t have to say anything because at the very same time the host of the party appeared, ready to stop the fight.
“Gabrielle, I’d have to ask you to leave.” The dark – haired junior growled enraged as he pushed the taller male away from you. You couldn’t help but smile at him in appreciation. He was the only one brave enough to help you after all. “You are ruining the party for everyone. ” The stranger continued. The blonde seemed irritated at the sudden interruptance yet it was obvious he was powerless against the owner of the house. Still he grit his teeth and signed in annoyance as he turned to face the host. “Fuck you, Jackson!” The man cursed but eventually moved towards the door, red with anger. “My father will hear about this.” He looked at you as he reached for the golden doorknob, his features softened. “See you around, bunny.”
This was the first time you met Gabrielle. You already wished it was the last.
-------------------------------------------------------
After the incident the snob seemed interested in you, blatantly so. He would eye you up in the halls like you were a shiny new toy in a claw machine and try to strike a conversation no matter how much you ignored him. The man never once apologized for what happened at the party but at least he didn’t bring it up so you counted it as a small victory. You gradually understood just how much power and money the heir had. His father owned casinos, hotels, banks and apparently even the university you two were studying in received major monthly donations by the big businessman. This explained why everyone was so scared of the blonde, especially when he did nothing but flaunt his status at the slightest inconvenience. And now he wanted you.
In your eyes the boy was just an annoying brat who lived off daddy’s hard work, there really wasn’t much to him that intrigued you. The male was handsome, pretty even, but his grades were terrible and his interests were bland and shallow, mostly involving expensive brands and grand parties. But the worst thing about him was his personality. The snob treated his friends like servants and his enemies like dirt, but you he rather saw as a challenge. Gabrielle would ask you out every time you were unlucky enough to run into him. The first time the man gave you so many roses you couldn’t even count them, the second he demanded your affection with a silver necklace in hand ready to cover your neck in his mark of ownerships. You couldn’t recall all the other gifts the blonde used to try and court you with but you remembered refusing each and every one.
“Why can’t you just give me a chance?” He exclaimed one day after you had just returned the expensive bracelet you had found in your locker. It was a dark winter night and the heir seemed irritated with you for the first time, his eyes a deep electric blue just like the sky. The man had you cornered against the wall but you were used to his pathetic attempts at intimidation. Yet today there was something different in the air around him, some small voice at the back of your head wondered whether this time he wasn’t just joking around. “Are you still angry about that little wimp I expelled, bunny?” Gabrielle asked contemptuously yet his pupils remained cold and distant. Once again he was too close for your liking, too close for you to function properly, but that was probably exactly what he wanted. You to be compliant and obedient like all the others who crawled and kneeled at the very sight of him. “Or are you sulking because I beat up Jones after he asked you out, hmm?” What? The blonde man was the one who gave Tony the black eye? But he had told you it was just a street fight… Why had your friend covered for the bully you both hated?
“Why would you do that to him?” You whispered, staring at the twisted boy in front of you. Your heart was beating fast and your blood was boiling hot in your veins but you couldn’t let him win by showing him how much his actions affected you. Gabrielle reached out and cupped your cheek gently before smirking mischievously. “He was trying to take something that belonged to me.” The heir said casually as if he was talking about the weather. His fingers were cold against your warm skin and you fought the urge to vomit right then and there. “I am not yours.” You spat out with poison and pushed his hand away from your face. Next thing you know his knee was separating your thighs, lifting your short black skirt up, his breath lingering on your neck. “S-stop.” You stuttered and tried to squirm out of his hold but the man easily caught your wrists and brought them above your head, pinning you further into the wall. He was stronger than he looked and you felt so small and helpless in that moment you could have cried if your stubbornness hadn’t prevailed.
“What don’t you like about me?” The blonde suddenly spoke out, his voice unnaturally broken and needy, bordering on a whine, crying out in desperation. You weren’t sure whether he was trying to manipulate you now or if he actually wanted you to answer so you decided to be honest anyways. “I hate the way you treat other people. I could never love someone as cruel as you.” You inhaled deeply, ready to voice all the painful thoughts you had kept inside since the beginning of the semester. “You are spoilt rotten. Metaphorically and literally.” The man was breathing sharply like a wounded animal after hearing your words and as much as you wanted to sympathize with him, you couldn’t bring yourself to after everything he had done to you and your friends. He was irredeemable. “Let me go.” You finally demanded, hoping to use him weakened emotional state to your advantage.
Instead Gabrielle clenched his teeth and squeezed down harder on your already bruised wrists causing you to whimper in dull pain. His eyes were wet but the tears had finally stopped just like his willingness to show you his vulnerable side. The man had tried being nice and sweet to you, patient, then mean and patronizing, and neither worked. So obviously it was time to become the terrifying bratty monster everyone was so keen on believed he was.
“Have you noticed how many people seem to go missing after talking to you just once?” The heir whispered in your ear as his free hand traveled down to your waist, drawing you into his hard chest. You groaned at the sudden realization that the snob was actually right, less and less guys seemed to show up to your shared lectures in the last few months, but you had always assumed they just needed a break from school. University was stressful after all. “Did you…” You started off but couldn’t find the right words. Did you force your father to expel them? Did you harm them? Maybe a part of you didn’t want to know the answer. “I did.” Gabrielle responded before you could even finish the sentence. The sly smirk you knew way too well adorned his lips and it wasn’t hard to see he had already won. “And I will keep doing it until you agree to be mine and mine alone.” The man stated confidently as he sucked the sensitive skin of your neck until you arched your back in shock, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “N-nhgg.” You whimpered as you felt his teeth dig into your warm flesh leaving a scarlet mark for all to see. “Come on, baby, we both know you are too good to let them suffer because of your own selfishness.” He taunted you as he left a line of small wet kisses along your exposed collarbone. You wanted to argue, to yell at him how you weren’t the crazy, selfish one, but deep down you knew it was pointless. Gabrielle had power and you had nothing to bargain with. He could have anyone yet he wanted to torment you. “Give into me. I promise I can make you happy if you let me.” The blonde uttered softly as his lips brushed against yours, almost touching them, following your reaction with his clear eyes. Your own were puffy and red from the tears but he didn’t seem to care much about your misery and discomfort. The man wished to own, not to please, but you couldn’t do anything. And of course you wouldn’t let him ruin the lives of the innocent. Of course your stupid heart was too good and human for your own good. So you closed your eyes and slowly connected your lips with him even though they tasted almost metallic, like blood and defeat.
“I knew you would come around, bunny.”
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