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occamstfs · 11 days

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Spanish Shortcuts

Heyo, Here’s a Latino cultural/racial change, also my first foray into a possession transformation! Lessons to be learned about clicking dodgy links and letting spirits walk all over you!

¡Espero que lo disfrutes Atajos en Espanol! -Occam

The foreign language requirements of any American high school are guaranteed to be lackluster. It is no wonder that a nation so fixed on instilling American and English supremacy was so wont to neglect the study of foreign languages and culture. For his part Claude had just about forgotten all the Spanish that he learned not too many years ago. At the present moment he is browsing the web looking for some way to reclaim and improve on his meager knowledge. Despite his desire however, he is shockingly unwilling to do much at all to pursue this end.

Rather than the tried and true method of studying each day Claude is instead looking for not only the easy way, but an instantaneous way to regain his lost knowledge. This is obviously a beyond foolish endeavor, though having long heard tales of people waking up speaking in languages they hadn’t learned he was deep in rabbit holes online scouring for a ticket to bilingualism. Unwilling to admit that they were just old wives’ tales or shitposts he clicks link after link sure the next one will lead to some fruition.

Deep in websites he certainly should not be visiting without a firewall he actually stumbles on a thread in Spanish. Hastily translating the page through Google it promises the fluency of a native speaker through a single click. Claude scratches his cheek wondering whether or not to go through with it, could be malware, probably just a link to a meme or the like. He looks at the link in blue text, it’s just a name: Carlos Herrero. With little further ado Claude decides fuck it what’s the worst that could happen and clicks the name in blue.

The lights in his room flicker as his hand holding his mouse is promptly shocked. He pushes away from his desk shaking his hand in pain as suddenly there is a chill in the air. He shivers as he hears a voice, deep and unknown, whispering in his ear. “Hola hola hola mi perrito.” Claude shakes his head feeling the tickle of a beard on his cheek and swats at the air. “Ay! Lo siento, ah- ¿cuál es su nombre? Claude ¿Verdad? ¿Me entiendes?” (Ah! Sorry, uh- What is your name? Claude, is it? Can you understand me?)

Claude looks around his room in shock at this mysterious voice, immediately assuming he’s lost his mind. He shakes his head trying to wake up or come to his senses, after a few shakes he feels a cold powerful hand grasp his jaw. He hears the voice continue to speak in words he couldn’t understand and did his best not to process lest it worsen the state of his mind. His eyes widen in shock as he stares into the space, feeling the skin on his face contort in response to a hand that is not there. He feels the grip tighten and his breathing accelerates as he starts to hyperventilate.

As if in response to his fear the hand disappears from his face and he feels a heavy arm around his shoulder. “¿No querías saber español?” (Do you not want to know Spanish?) Claude’s ears pick up as he hears Spanish he can just about recall. In doing so his brain immediately reprocessed the preceding events in order to maintain any semblance of sanity. The link must have worked! This is just a dream or something that will end with him knowing Spanish, just like a video game. He just needs to play along until he wakes up. Neglecting how real everything clearly is he addresses the voice, willing himself to believe whatever it is that it’s not malevolent. “Okay, uh I’m down for whatever, thanks for your help, uh, ghost?”

“De Nada, Claudio.” With this Claude’s visions flicker as the chill in the air fills him. He gasps and sees his breath condensate as every inch of his body is ice cold. Claude falls out of his chair and scratches at himself, instinctively trying to claw something out of his body. He rolls onto his hands and convulses, retching as if trying to throw something up. As the seconds pass he feels his body rapidly warm from the bitter freeze, unsure if this is a mirage of heat like the comfort one feels in the throes of hypothermia he paws at his chest.

Before finding confirmation in any way Claude hears the alluring whispers once more, though this time not tickling his ear. Rather it is now a voice within his own head. “Testing testing, ah would you look at that. Now I’m speaking a language you can understand huh? Hahah!” Claude’s brow furrows as he wipes spit from his mouth. This was not the easy nap and wake up anew process that he was promised. As if it had access to his thoughts the voice responds to this. “Ah sorry if I misled you little guy, this is going to be a bit of work. Trust though! It will certainly be easier and quicker than wasting your time studying!” Claude rolls his eyes before remembering since this is probably a dream that at the very least in reality this will be over briefly.

Claude then tilts his head and asks out loud to the voice in his head, “Why are you speaking in English now?” It sounds just like the one he heard earlier, if not a little more playful as it responds, “Ahh language processors, something or other- Don’t worry your little head about it, in time we both will be thinking in Espanol ya? In the meantime why not jumpstart it!” Claude purses his lips trying to find the inscrutable voice’s intentions as he does so the heat in his body begins to convert to energy.

He suddenly feels as if he’s had enough caffeine to power a body three times his size. He feels every muscle in his body demand attention and exercise as his hands start to shake. “Oh would you look at that! If it’s any help any time I used to get excited or stressed I’d always hit the gym, ya dig?” Already motioning to get changed for the gym to blow off some of this energy Claude pauses to once more try and understand the implications of the voice’s statement. “Sorry, what do you mean you used to?”

There is then a jarring silence in his mind. Claude stands, gym clothes in hand, without a thought in his mind before the voice replies trying its best to disarm him despite its deep gruff tone, “Ah well, you know how these things go, it’s just dream logic right? This is all lucid dream, the quicker you stop questioning the sooner you’ll be a pro.” He feels a vein of chill air dash through his mind once more and he nods in agreement. His eyes lose their sharpness as he decides to just listen, throwing on some clothes and heading out.

Heeding the voice he endeavors not to question his circumstances. He gets in his car and does not wonder why, if he is truly dreaming, that he did not just poof over. Feeling his heart start to beat quickly in his chest, in response to anxiety in his chest or to the energy only continuing to course through his veins he is not sure. He looks in his rearview mirror to calm himself and sees the same reflection he always has. Claude smiles at himself seeing at least his appearance is static in this dreadful dream and heads in to get this over with, the voice in his cheering him on as he makes his way in. Increasing in fervor and volume with each step towards the door.

Once inside he Claude is shocked as the voice suddenly drops out of his head leaving him once more with the harsh silence of but his own thoughts. After having such a loud visitor in his mind he is almost uncomfortable with the feeling. Stepping up to the counter to check in he greets the receptionist, “Heyo! It’s Claudio hermano!” The receptionist tilts his head as for a second it’s almost like two voices came from the man in front of him. Claude looks down at himself and clears his throat before trying again, “Lo, Urgh, Sorry about that, Um It’s Claude Smith.”

The receptionist checks him in and Claude goes off to stretch. He doesn’t usually spend much time at the gym, just enough to stay thin. But something inside him tells him that today will be different. Something inside him. His head twitches to the side as the idea washes across his mind. Looking around the room to ensure he’s alone he tries talking to the voice, doing so he does not notice that his pitch has lowered, “Hey uh, I know you told me not to ask questions. But did you make me call myself Claudio earlier?” Having paused his stretches he feels a burning in his arms and legs demanding they keep moving. Obeying the pain, his lips quiver as if he’s about to speak and the voice responds, “Ay ¿Crees? (You think so?)Es just a slip of the tongue ya?”

Claude continues stretching carefully, taking deep breaths to assuage the anxiety building in his chest. He is facing away from the wall of mirrors, unintentionally or through some subtle manipulation. Otherwise he may notice as his hair slowly begins to darken to a deep shade of brown. The blonde locks he has always been proud of maintain their length as they darken unnaturally. The thought pops into his head that he would look good with brown hair si? He shakes it away as soon as it appears though, biting his lip to avoid voicing his concern at how much power this “voice” has over him.

Trying to center himself he closes his eyes as he continues to stretch. The companion in his mind is thankfully quiet as he pushes away the discomfort at the silence and instead appreciates the freedom. Little does he know the presence is simply acting on him in other avenues as he stretches. Claude smiles as he feels the burning relief of his stretches, grunting quietly enough that he notices not how his voice has continued to deepen, inching closer to the voice that is not his own.

The pleasant burn of his legs as he stretches them becomes almost intoxicating as he leans against the mirrored wall. Were his eyes open he would see his calves begin to grow beyond those that he wakes up to every morning. They begin to bulge larger and longer as he extends them. Muscle the size of a baseball forces its way onto them as he stands smiling dumbly. His thighs then stain larger to match pace as they expand to hold the weight of someone a foot taller than he. The soothing burn of stretching hides the soreness that should be apparent and Claude begins to sweat as if he has been heartily working out for some time now.

Not to be outdone there is a whisper in his head that he should stretch his arms as well. Without a further thought, almost without his mind even sending the order to do so, his arms are out in front of him. Each second his arms lie extended they stretch further out from his torso. Claude motions to stretch his shoulders, wrapping one arm around the other, his biceps rub against each other as he squeezes his arm tight to his chest. His arms begin to show a bulge of muscle as he stands there biting his lip at the pleasure being wrought upon him through simple stretching.

Finally he raises his arms above his head to stretch his meager chest, struggling to do so as his larger muscles have begun to impede his dexterity. With his arms in the air and his pits exposed he notices that something has begun to stink up the locker room he’s been stretching in. Claude opens his eyes looking for the assailant, to no avail. He turns his head to the side thoughtlessly putting his nose in his pit, finding the scent closer he takes a deep breath before finding himself starting to chub at the scent. The voice in his head laughs, “¡Jajaja! ¡Nice brazos (arms) perrito! ¿A ti también te gusta mi olor, eh?” (You like my smell as well huh?)

Despite his best efforts at centering himself during his stretches, he is once more consumed with anxiety. He looks down at his body that he knows should be petite but instead finds one that does not go two days without hitting el gimnasio. He flinches as his mind automatically went for the word in Spanish. Wait, did the voice in his head just say his smell!? He sniffs the air and a thought forces itself to the front of his mind, Well this is what I wanted wasn’t it? His ears ring as he is not sure if those are his thoughts or ones implanted by whatever monster is doing this to him.

Claude feels an itch on his hand and he looks down to see the hand that clicked that link some time ago as it begins to darken. He sees a rich tan begin to spread up his suddenly muscular arm as veins throb down it aiming to increase the mass. “Q- What es, happening!?” Claude turns to look in the mirror and finds the tan racing across his body. He sees the patches of his unmistakably white skin tone become naturally sunkissed as his eyes widen in shock. He freezes up and the voice in his head takes advantage and tries to seize control outright, flexing his arm and revealing the thin patch of blonde hair in his pit as it grows dark as the hair on his head and thickens beyond the pale. The voice speaks in his mind deeper and stronger than ever as he begins to outright vie for control, “Tranquilo Claudio. (Chill out Claudio.) Let us see what I can do jaja!”

It takes a bit of concerted effort but the voice, who outs himself unsurprisingly as Carlos himself, step by step forces Claude’s body across the room in his catatonia. Claude feels a smirk on his face as Carlos positions him at the bench press. He clumsily lays back on the bench before checking the weights. Looks like some cabrón left his weights on the bar, though actually it's fortunate as Carlos doubts he has the ability to do such complex motor functions as he feels Claude start to wake from his stupor.

Carlos feels an itch on Claude’s face and he begins to smirk as he feels facial hair begin to grow, “Ay he might have cojones yet jaja!” Claude feels his mouth move of its own accord and finally notices that his voice has lowered considerably and he feels his body struggle as he tries to gasp as hears it develop a deep accent.

Before Claude can wrestle control back Carlos grabs for the bar and starts to do a rep. He grunts as he realizes this body is simply not strong enough at the moment to manage the weight that was left on the rack. As the pole is just about to pin him however Claude senses the peril and both minds in the body force the bar up. “¡Bien Claudio! Let’s see what we can do juntamente si?” (together yes?) Claude tries to grunt out a protestation but is suddenly racked with pain as his body must grow larger to force the bar up.

Both men feel as weight begins to pile onto the twink’s only recently muscled body. Claude feels as pecs develop on his chest, totally ripping the tank top that had grown tight while stretching. Carlos feels as his biceps surge larger than the thighs this weak body had not two hours ago. The expression on his face flickers between ecstasy and concern as he lies on the bench doing repetitions as his core strengthens and puts on mass.

After his chest and arms grow large enough to send existential fear into Claude’s mind and a hungry lust for more into Carlos’ balls, Claude stumbles off the bench and falls to the floor, letting the weights crash next to him. He feels pin pricks as tattoos begin to stain his tanned skin and he cries out in his changed voice, “No! Este es- This isn’t right!” with each word his voice cracks deeper and the English words become a tad more difficult to maneuver his mouth around. Without a beat, Carlos immediately takes control of his mouth and responds as his voice finishes changing to match the one in his head. “Ah, ahí estás equivocado amigo. Esto es perfección.” (Ah, there you are wrong friend. This is perfection)

Claude stands to stare in the mirror watching sweat trail down his body and ink rise in his skin. He looks at his chin as a beard begins to shadow his face. He sees his eyes as they flicker and begin to darken to a deep cacao brown. His lip quivers as if he is about to cry before without any input from him it turns to a sneer as he feels Carlos chastise him without words. Claude feels a pit in his chest as not only does he not need to hear them, he begins to feel the disdain himself. As if the will of Carlos was starting to become his own.

This causes a surge in his crotch as he feels in that regard Carlos has already wrestled full control. He feels his balls that are not his begin to grow and demand attention. They feel full and needy as pre begins to leak out of his growing erection. That happens anytime he goes to the gym si? As his eyes shift down to see his bulge make itself known his facial hair expands and his pubes begin to crest above his waistline. The small bush of pit hair begins to grow into a jungle as his balls work overtime to produce testosterone to power his poderoso body.

Feeling the hormones from Carlos’ balls pump through his veins Claude realizes what a losing battle he faces. He feels his thoughts begin to mingle with the man he foolishly allowed into his body as he begins to feel himself overwhelmed with the pressure and lust issuing forth from his crotch. He feels his fluency in English begin to wane as Carlos begins to overpower every aspect of his personality. Claude continues to stare at his reflection in the mirror and the anxiety and fear rapidly dissipate as he enjoys the power that he wields. “¡Dios estoy tan chacondo!” (God I’m so Horny) The two men voice as one, his voice reverberating through his chest as he feels power continue to surge through him.

Claude watches as his body flexes itself in the mirror without a single thought or any input from him. Not that he minds, it’s doing exactly what he would be doing anyway si? He smirks seeing his cock bob up and down as he struts across the gym floor. Every thought in his head is in fluent Spanish as he feels his identity fully mingle with Carlos’ as they truly become one. Despite this originally being Claude’s body he feels himself shrink and mold as he becomes an aspect of Carlos’ personality. Every action, every word, every movement will be crafted by the two of them. Though altogether Claude will just about always find himself thinking just as Carlos does, and both minds will more often than not be ruled by the powerful hormones coming from below.

“Debería haber preguntado sobre los términos y condiciones, Hermano.” (Should’ve asked for the terms and conditions bro.) He thinks to himself as he makes his way to the gym’s showers to pump one out. Over time even Carlos would forget that this has not always been his body. Each day he would continue to make it his own, increasing his mass and power. Outgrowing a wardrobe of clothes he would never be caught dead wearing. It did not take long at all to establish his supremacy as Carlos Herrero. Though there was some inherent difficulty navigating this land only knowing Spanish, Carlos managed well enough, confident that if needed he could perhaps let his passenger breathe enough to regain some English. At this point however it’s hard to say if any remnants of Claude remain, and moreover if he would even desire to emerge back into his own mind, it is of course much easier to simply indulge in the ceaseless pleasure he has found for himself within Carlos’ mind.

#male tf #cultural change #racial change #masculinization #hair growth #race change #mental change #possession #jockification #muscle tf

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sunderwight · 1 month

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SV Malevolent AU where, due to a system error (Shen Jiu not actually dying from the qi deviation? Mu Qingfang being present and resuscitating him in time maybe?) Shen Yuan ends up only half-possessing SJ by gaining control of his eyes.

SJ, of course, fully believes that he's been possessed by a demon and wants to evict the creature in question as soon as possible. However, he's still a paranoid bastard before anything else, so his first attempt is to just quietly do it himself after chasing Yue Qingyuan and anyone else away from his house. He doesn't want either a reputation for being weak and susceptible to possession, or one for having ties to demonic influence. There's enough grime on his reputation and the ONE thing he has confidently never been at risk of adding to it was consorting with demons, and he'd like to keep it that way.

Except, of course, Shen Yuan's not a demonic spirit, so none of the efforts to "evict" him actually work. Much to Shen Yuan's relief. A blind cultivator is still plenty formidable, but after a few days of deadlock over the issue, and with Shen Yuan fully in control of Shen Jiu's eyesight but otherwise unable to do much, Shen Yuan negotiates with the system (which SJ cannot perceive at all) to be able to tell Shen Jiu some things. Enough to get him to do something other than crack and run out of his house to let the other peak lords try their hands at ousting SY.

He tells Shen Jiu that he's not a demon (not for the first time, not that SJ believed him) but that he IS a spirit from another realm, and that he got turned around somehow on his way to try and warn this world about an impending catastrophe. SJ is naturally still suspicious, but after SY provides him with enough tidbits of information to verify that he's not completely lying, he decides to at least entertain the idea that SY isn't a demon and that a more nuanced approach is called for (also this route is appealing for him because it means he can still avoid telling anyone else that there's anything wrong with him).

Thus, uneasily, the two Shens reach a truce. Shen Yuan offers to help SJ navigate the world by describing things to him (within the privacy of their now-shared mind, of course), and SJ just sort of gives up on destroying him. For now.

Shen Yuan also, of course, tries to stop SJ from abusing Luo Binghe. Both because he would do that regardless, but also because he's now co-piloting SJ's body, which means he has a vested interest in making sure it retains all of its limbs. This has varying degrees of success.

But mainly I think this would be hilarious because Shen Jiu would essentially be held hostage to Shen Yuan's descriptions of things. Flowery, detailed and fascinated descriptions of monsters (at least these are useful because SY also has encyclopedic knowledge of their weak points). Largely vibes-based descriptions of scenery and women. Glowing assessments of Luo Binghe. Constantly bringing up Liu Qingge's beauty. Shen Jiu doesn't need his own shidi described! He knows what the asshole looks like! Go possess his body instead if you like it so much! (SJ was maybe kind of hoping that would happen when the spirit did something during the debacle in Lingxi Caves -- but no, SY just saved Liu Qingge's life, like some kind of not-evil creature. Infuriating!)

#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #shen yuan

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evilminji · 9 days

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Behold! o/ The Face Of Benevolent Evil!

Mr. Principle! A professional hero and educator!

Also possibly some sort of stoat hybrid! Certainly a chimera of Japanese fauna! With the Quirk High Specs, he is one of, if not THE, smartest beings on the planet of which he resides! With a background perfectly justifying a decent into hatred and villiany, he instead chose to channel his incredible world shaking intellect into the shaping of future generations!

He likes to fuck with people!

For FUNSIES~☆!

What can he say? It keeps a man young and mentally stimulated! Plus the hysterical screaming of his staff and students is HILARIOUS. He can even argue it makes for good reaction training! Unforseen situations, children! React!!! *psychotic chortling*

Mmmmm, yes. We all have our trauma responses. Ways we deal with them. He should probably find other means... but he won't! Tea and tormenting the student body make for good future heroes, you know! They adapt!

But! You may ask! Why am I introducing you to this... *polite yet somehow deeply threatening smile* c-completely sane and normal individual!? Esteemed educator that he is! Ha ha...

A good and not at a under threat question!

Villains? Are fuuuuuckin STUPID!

Doesn't matter how many PHDs you possess! In fact! That makes it WORSE! You moron! You absolute fool! No traveling circus would have you, you sub-rate CLOWN of a jingle jangle dunce jester! You have a god damn PHD! Possibly MULTIPLE PHD!

And you thought "ooooh I should go into cwiiiiime~☆"?

Do you hear yourself when you talk? DO YOU?! Ooooh boohoo. They won't let you study what you WANT to study. It's called an ETHICS BOARD. And YEAH, NO SHIT! Maybe get over it and keep you fucked up fantasies to your SELF.

Or? If you REALLY can't hold it in? Lay the ground work like EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE! You're not special! Everyone wants to play god! It's FUN! They let you have the COOL toys! But you have to EARN that shit! Not jump straight from graduation to "fucked up superscience"!

And? If it's NOT the Ethics Board? But just some bureaucrat on a power trip? You don't have to fucking STAY. This? This RIGHT HERE? Is why I-Island fucking EXSISTS.

APPLY.

They are SO MANY countries you could move too. SO MANY other labs. You actual DUMBASS.

But NO! You decided to commit to a fucked up underground Villian Lab. As though HUNTING THOSE isn't the PERSONAL fucking passion project of THE SMARTEST BEING IN JAPAN. Frankly? You deserve this. You deserve this and our school doesn't know you. Never heard of you. You whoms't?

Coulda changed the world. But instead all you did was piss of The Fuzzy White Demon Lord of UA. Rest in pieces. *click*

*sound of doors smashing open*

*violent Raid Upon Your Labs noises*

But! You may ask? What's IN the Lab?

What MAKES this a DP crossover?

I like your question asking spirit! Good one! And the answer? You know what's better then ONE(1) Nedzu? A second one that you can ACTUALLY control this time! After all! You could consider Mr. Principle a prototype. A proof of concept, if you will. If you were able to make ANOTHER.....

Well, you would set off EVERY. SINGLE. ALARM. Nedzu has set up!

All of them!

Because he don't PLAY THAT.

He has long last trauma from the labs and is the SOLE FUCKING SURVIVOR. There WERE others. They Did Not make it. And their slow agonizing deaths are carved into his brain for the rest of his life. Truely "The living shall envy the dead"; it was a place that made hell seem merciful.

When he declare Never Again?

He fucking MEANT Never Again. He will BURN your empires to ash, with you in them. No More Labs.

So :) You can IMAGINE :) HOW HAPPY HE IS :)

That someone out there is trying to RECREATE his SUPER traumatic childhood, on ANOTHER CHILD. Ha ha! Gonna be a second Nedzu huh? Planning to torture HIM like you did me, HUH? Shove him in a cage and treat him like an animal? Force him to watch as the others die? Collars and whips and cattle prods? Mazes?!

Nedzu may lose his shit.

Juuuuust a little bit.

But if anyone there knows what good for them? They saw NOTHING. What's a little PTSD flashback between friends? Now what is the baby?

Smashcut to said baby!

Because it was a TEAM effort, Danny was successful in "Nuh Uh!"ing out of Rulership. But NOT out of governance. Since he DID help. He's a Councilman now. It's? Not as bad as it could be, honestly. Since it's opened the Zone up to a more democratic system.

Still held by "kick the ass of the person you wanna replace" but still!

Babysteps.

Thing is? There was apparently this weird? Leak? Like a couple hundred years ago, in this one area, that was never addressed. Everyone just moved their doors and stuff. Treated it like the floors flooded. But now that they HAVE someone to complain too?

They all want their territories back.

"Go fix it!" What are we? Janitors?

Danny looses the rock, paper, scissors competition. He's pretty sure Boxy cheated. But like? Dude has a kid to go home too, so Danny doesn't fight him to hard on this. Uuuuuugh. Just remember the Spider-Man motto. Great power~ blah blah blaaaah~

And? Wow is it fucked out there.

The whole PLANET has to be limnal as FUCK. Yikes.

Problem is? When he and his team (Because YES, he HAS learned from his mistakes, Jazz.) get close to the... frankly the Zone here looks like distorted spiderwebbing. With him leading the charge, obviously.

....something happens.

It's... it's not a portal. Wrong color. It's like someone USED the weird spiderwebbing effect to... to reach INTO the Zone? But they are severally Limnal. Clawed hands, blue tint. But that's not the problem.

No, the problem.

The Horror.

The thing that his team can only watch on in agonized terror as it plays out... is that hand? It shoots out of nowhere. Ghostlike in the Zone. Meaning it must be living. And PLUNGES directly into Danny's chest to wrap around his core.

Time seems to slow.

He can't even scream in pain. At the violation. His team, acquaintances, yes, but friendly ones. Can not even cry out in horror, as they watch their friend and team lead be butchered before them. Before that uncaring hand is ripping back. Perfect ice and starlight in its uncaring grip.

For a terrible moment... he is in two places at once.

Then he is crushed in a burning grip. Like molten bars. Watching his own body dissolve into nothing in an instant, pain and horror still etched upon his face. The beginnings of screams ripping from his team as they jerk away from the nightmarish threat.

Then he can not think at all.

He... he TRIES. Knows he has been captured. Is certainly not the sort to give up easily. But... he's so tired. His body feels? Weird. Not wrong, per say. It's HIS. But... small and weird. Like he's shape shifted into a new form and hasn't adjusted yet.

....

.......

...........

He's getting really sick of all the goop against his whiskers and in his ears. It feels WEIRD against his fu- WAIT a second... did those assholes shove him into an animal? Why?! To contain him? Ha! Jokes on them! He's DONE THIS before!

For FUN!

He once spent a whole ass summer as a tiny dragon just 'CAUSE!

Unfortunately, said assholes notice him waking up. Dump him in a glorified hamster cage. But like.... a SHITTY "I don't care about the pet I bought" hamster cage. Dude. And he's naked.

Is that Japanese? Ooooh! It IS! Thank you, Tucker's Weeb phase.

......actually, never mind. Lotta dehumanizing language there, my guys. What is this? The GIW international? You couldn't even give me PANTS? Swear to God, call me an "it" ONE more time and the next time I have to go? I am going to aim through the bars at your-! *alarms going off*

....wasn't me.

I mean, be all means, ha ha and get fucked, but? Wasn't me. Oh hey! Some one exploded the doo-

AND? In Lab 4?

Nedzu finds a child with fluffy, ungroomed black and white fur, and the curious yet cautious eyes of a survivor. They are the most magnificent green, pale and luminous they glow in the laboratories lighting. Paws too big for his small frame, delicate ears on the swivel, equally large. Yet to grow into either. Adolescent, at best.

He watches the child take him in. Note his features and the chaos behind him. The injured scientist under his feet. Come to him conclusion. Nedzu will not rush him. Now that he... he stand the chance to be the hero he himself never had. It is a strange feeling. At once cathartic and unbearably painful.

He is given the equivalent of a cheerful grin, as the lad points the the lock on the cage. Is asked if he happened to bring a spare pair of pants. He can not help his amused chortle as he makes quick work of the lock. The unbearable RELIEF he feels.

He... he was not too late.

These monsters had no chance to crush the boy's light. To make a monster of him, like they did with him. He survived his laboratory, his hell. But not all of him left that terrible place. He knows that. Some innocence, some goodness, died alone in the dark. But here? He insured there would be no chance.

With amusement, he watches the boy turn the lab upside down until he finds spare scrubs. Triumphant, he then considers his own, tiny claws. Dismisses them. Attempts to hop up on a chair to retrieve something sharp. It? Is unbearably cute. To watch him rip and shred, problem solve. His little mind churning away. Whiskers twitching as his eyes dart around, considering his options.

Nedzu offers one of his spare knives.

Watches him light up.

Adorable~

@legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @lolottes

#dp x bnha #dp x mha #minji's writing #nedzu #principal nedzu #bnha nedzu #nedzu jr au #give that psycho a baby!#terrify the locals #this is my design

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vvh0adie · 11 months

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life lines | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader | type: oneshot | words: 6.7K | rating: 18+/M

Jungkook is quick to leave work when he learns that his Baby Doll is having the worst cramps and needs Daddy to relieve them.

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Jungkook enters his condo extremely late, just now coming back from a business trip to America. He's exhausted from talking about new acts and looking over concept presentations all day.

He occasionally misses those days when he was just an artist under an entertainment company and not the CEO. He remembers the freedom to do and say as he pleased with his fans by his side to boost his young spirit, only worrying about his singing and dancing being on par.

But like most music labels, Jungkook was also tired of not owning his shit. He wanted his masters and never wanted to sign contracts that he’d technically be paying back. So he started his own, but he could no longer be as reckless.

After taking his shoes off, Jungkook hangs up his coat, loosens his tie, and pops open a few buttons of his dress shirt. Then he shuffles to the cabinet, pulling out a glass before walking to his bar for whiskey. He knocks back a light pour, his face scrunching before he hisses at the warmth in his throat. After pouring a bit more, he takes the bottle with him as he slumps into his recliner.

Of course, he makes ten times as much as he did back then, and he can put out music when he so pleases, but he does hate having to plan out all the financial and legal aspects first instead of telling a manager who seemed to just magically make it happen. It was always cool, but the magic has lost its charm because, well… he knows how it works now.

Although Jungkook says all this, there's still one other person whose career he’d hustle for; whose dreams he'd conjure true.

Swiping a hand through his long, black curls, Jungkook sips at the dark liquor, perusing the shelves that lay on each side of the flat screen tv. There’s a few Korean paintings and artifacts on one side, and BTS awards and solo awards on the other. He keeps the common areas of his home somewhat impersonal. His achievements —including those with the boys— are important, but they’re for the public. That's not to say it's a bad thing —far from it— but he doesn't want their more personal memories out. He literally won the awards on national tv.

Jungkook scans some more, noticing the pics of the boys, himself, and his Baby Doll.

His sweetest Baby Doll. He acquired you under his label 5 years ago and since then, your music career has taken off tremendously. He’s extremely proud that all his hard work has paid off, making you the 8th biggest act in Korea since BTS and the members' solo careers. You're known globally with major significance in the western market. He and the boys worked their asses off to gain recognition, and they succeeded so well that the world trusted him to turn you into a star. Jungkook has been more than happy that his success could spearhead yours. He may no longer feel the spark in managing his own career, but he lives vicariously through you.

Jungkook smiles at the picture, wondering what you’re up to. During his trip, he tried to keep up, making calls to your manager to make sure your schedule was going as planned. You had quite a busy two weeks: shooting performance videos, appearing on global talk shows, modeling a magazine spread then an interview. He knows you're probably exhausted but he wishes you were here in his arms, cuddling with him and being needy. He needs someone to give his time to other than a bunch of businessmen.

Getting up, Jungkook walks to the floor to ceiling window. The city below is buzzing with sounds and lights. He looks across to the building over, directly at one of the many pitch black windows. To any other it's just another window but to him it's a lifeline; an invitation for surveillance.

Jungkook pulls out his phone. It's extremely late and there are no reasonable excuses to make a call. Maybe a text.

He walks back to the bar, putting the whiskey away and the glass in the kitchen sink.

Walking to his bedroom, Jungkook rests two fingers to his eyes. He doesn’t think he can stand another harsh light till morning. He's had enough bright computer screens and fluorescent conference room lights to make him not want to see for a month, but that wouldn't work when his attention is needed to gaze upon divinity.

Jungkook turns on a bedside lamp, filling the room with a soft, yellow light. In the closet, he takes off his watch and rings, placing them back neatly into their displays before stripping naked.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Jungkook walks towards the bathroom mirror, admiring the way his thin silver chain sits around his declitage. After chuckling to himself, he takes it off, setting it on the counter.

Nothing beats taking a shower and sleeping in your own home. The moment the water hits his back, a chill runs down his body as the water pickles along his skin. But its touch still isn't enough to ease him.

When Jungkook lotions, it feels bittersweet reminiscing those moments in the shower when delicate hands rub baby oil into his skin. Though memories don't compare to physical touch. Just like how his hands crave to caress supple curves.

After doing his skin care and putting on boxers, Jungkook secures his chain back on before getting into bed. With two claps the lights go off. For some time, he lays there before he’s sitting up to look around his dark room.

And before he knows it, Jungkook is flipping the switch for a room to come alive with neon purple lights. As he walks to the window, his hands glide along the bed’s velvet comforter before picking up a tiny Kuromi plushie.

There's not a single star in the sky and he hates it. He hates the light pollution of the city. He remembers living in Busan, and getting to wish on stars for —ironically— stardom when he was still a kid. It's been some 30 odd years since then but he knows you still wish for yours to never end, so you hate the light as well. And he’ll do everything in his power to not let them outshine you.

Flopping onto the bed, he pulls out his phone, shying away from the light as he turns it down. Then he opens Messages.

Jay K just wanted to say i'm proud of you baby girl i love you so much goodnight

He stares at his phone waiting for the messages to be shown as read. Then decides that a text can wait; sleep is important for bright futures.

His arm feels heavy so he brings it to his head, phone in hand. He looks at his reflection on the black screen before dozing off.

Ten minutes into his slumber the phone chimes.

Baby Doll thankyu daddy🥺💖 i tried really hard to make you proud too nitey nite koo bear i love you too

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Usually the morning sun is enough to wake Jungkook, but today he’s awoken by ringing. Slowly, he palms around, squeezing multiple plushies before clinging to his phone. Sitting up, he clears his throat and looks around. It's pitch black, courtesy of the black out curtains as someone’s not an early bird like he's forced to be.

When he answers the call, his receptionist’s frantic voice tells him that he’s late to work. Perking up, he neatly places all the plushies back, restoring the room as he found it. Then he rushes out to get ready.

As he walks down the corridor, Jungkook checks his messages to see that you replied. He can't help but swipe a hand over his face, hating that he fell asleep.

Jay K it’d make my day if you could come by the office and see me we could have lunch

He doesn’t get anything back. You must still be asleep. You did work very hard.

He sighs, booting his computer to stare at his schedule.

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Jungkook has been sitting here for at least four hours, “working” —because let's face it, he can hardly do any tangible work since he’s become so needy. It's almost time for lunch and you still haven't called.

Did you think he was too busy to call his personal phone? He goes to the front desk.

“Hey, Chaerin, did you get any calls from _____ today?”

“No, sir. Is it an emergency?”

“Uh~ No, but if they call, just redirect it to my office.”

“As always, Mr. Jeon,” she beams, gracing him with a dimple.

Honestly, if Jungkook didn’t have you, he’d probably be one of those CEOs who ends up dating a faculty member. Then his life would really come full circle: The life of an idol. The life of a kdrama character.

Technically, he still is your employer but being with him is a bit more high stakes compared to a secretary. Nobody knows of your relationship except a few, so if Jungkook were anything like those men who manage their wives, you could lose everything you worked hard for on the whim of a soured romance. He never wants to put you in that predicament. He could never imagine himself being that vile.

Jungkook continues to work in his office, asking for no disturbances in case you call. So when his phone buzzes he jumps at the chance as if he’s trained for this moment.

Baby Doll kookie im sorry but i cant come today🥺

His smile immediately drops. Though, Jungkook knows you wouldn't miss a chance to be with him. You barely get to see each other as is. So it must be serious.

Jay K what wrong, doll?

He hopes you didn't have something scheduled. He could have sworn he looked while on the plane.

Baby Doll im sick, daddy

Sick?! Jungkook immediately feels his heart drop.

Baby Doll im having really bad cramps and i feel moody. i think my period is coming im sorry, but I don’t think i can leave bed my body hurts so much

Jungkook sighs but it still makes him sad that you're in immense pain.

He presses the intercom. “I'm leaving for today.”

“Aht- Sir, but you have-”

“If you can find someone else to do it, I'll give you both double pay.”

“On it.”

With haste, Jungkook gets up, almost knocking his chair down. There's a mirror allowing him to see the way he's putting on his coat like a child going to their favorite place. He can only laugh at himself. No woman has ever made him feel this way.

He won't tell you that he’s coming because then you’ll only try to keep him away. As much as Jungkook has told you that you can rely on him, you have a hard time asking for help. Even when it comes to your own career.

In the parking lot, he calls the maid.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Jeon.”

“Can you get to _____’s place and make sure she has everything she needs for her period. Could you also make her a few snacks? When you get there and she complains, tell her that she can take it up with me.’

“Okay.”

“Also, don't tell her that I’m coming.”

“Yes, sir.”

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There’s a knock on the door, prompting you to look at the camera. A quaint smile splays across your lips.

You let the maid in and go sit on the couch. She’s surprised.

“I don't have the energy to complain.” She smiles, watching your features soften. “But did you bring snacks?” She giggles, handing you the bag of snacks before setting the fruits on the counter. You look into another bag filled with period panties and a box of ibuprofen.

“I’ll call you when everything’s ready.”

“Thank you!” you chime, scuttling off to your room with candy and treats in hand.

Throwing yourself onto the bed, you slip into the covers and curl into the fetal position to hold your tummy. And after a sharp pain, you turn to look in your drawer and retrieve your heating pad. Positioning it under the covers, you pull the comforter over your head and grab onto your Cooky plushy before dozing off.

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Jungkook presses the keypad, comes in and sees the maid. She bows.

“How is she?”

“Sleep. I went to tell her that I cut the fruit and she’s snuggled like a kitten. It's quite warm in there too.”

“Thank you. I can take it from here.”

Jungkook hangs his stuff and changes into his slippers as the maid bows before leaving.

He makes sure to grab a bottle of water and put some fruit in a bowl before entering your dark room.

It's actually designed similar to your room at his place, just everything is a buttercup yellow. He loves how girly and cute you are.

When you said you were a maximist, he didn't think that meant you enjoyed themed rooms, color palettes and plushies that he’d consider literal investments. And that's not even accounting for your closet full of clothes and phallic shaped toys. But truthfully, it makes him feel a lot better about his own habits.

You feel the bed dip before a hand comes to rub your thigh. You groan, making Jungkook smile because all he can see is your Chimmy bonnet moving about. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous when you ordered it right in front of him.

Jungkook pulls the cover off your head and heat hits him in the face. He leans into the crook of your body neck as he continues to rub your thigh.

“Wake up, Baby doll, you gotta eat a snack.”

“I don't wanna,” you grumble.

“You’re being difficult.”

“I’m allowed to be. It’s my month.”

“It’s always your month when you’re with me,” he whispers in your ear, causing you to scrunch up into a giggling ball.

He kisses your cheek, then nips your ear, and kisses your jaw. You whine. “Will you eat, if I feed you?”

“Will you move my mouth to chew too?”

“You’re really that out of it, huh?”

“Yes,” you pout, gazing up at Jungkook with big, sparkling eyes. Possessiveness immediately takes over, urging to have you under him. He feels like he can protect you better: controlling where you go and who can get to you. With you pinned down, you're safe. He knows it’s toxic, but isn’t it normal to be a little delusional about the one you love?

Scooping you under the arms, Jungkook places you into his lap, to which you whine that it's cold. He quickly throws the cover back over your head, swaddling you tightly before pressing a grape to your soft lips.

Jungkook's mind can’t help but wander to all those times when he’s checked under his desk to see you suckling his cock, waiting like a good girl for him to reward you.

Placing his hand under your jaw, Jungkook goes to make you chew. You giggle, bring a hand to your mouth to keep from sputtering. You fall back between his legs and onto the soft comforter. He watches in delight as your whole body jumps with laughter. And, for the first time today Jungkook realizes how much he really has missed you. Sure, he’s been checking on you; on _____, the Superstar. But it’s just now hitting him that he really craved _____, his Baby Girl.

“What? You said to help you chew,” he chuckles.

“I was playin’, stupid. I swear, how are you a grown ass man?”

“I run a multi-billion entertainment company.”

“Yes, and geriatrics pass down their companies to their man-children all the time.”

“But I thought you liked how childish I am,” he pouts. You just stare at him.

Jungkook’s much older now; his features more sharp. You still remember what he looked like 10 years ago when you were just a girl in love with a star too distant to touch. He's still beautiful and filled with newborn wanderlust.

“I do,” you say more to yourself, eyes wandering his as your hand caresses his cheek. “I love you. I love everything about you.” You kiss his cheek, peppering to his lips. Jungkook hums when you finally connect. Your baby-soft lips taste decadent.

He puts the bowl down to reposition you so that you’re straddling his lap. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Jungkook grips your thighs, traveling up and around to squeeze your ass.

You whine at his tight squeeze but also at the way your pussy contracts, sending sharp pains to your lower abdomen.

You break away to bury into his neck. “Ow.” Your hold on his shirt is fist tight.

“I’m sorry, Baby, I got too carried away.”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook rubs your back, kissing the side of your temple. You know he wouldn't hurt you on purpose; he's always the first one to make you feel safe.

The light scent of geraniums fills your senses as does the warmth of his body. Everything about Jungkook is enough to make you forget about the pain.

Your body shivers as you relax into his embrace. He pulls you closer as you almost feel like putty slipping out of his grasp.

“Have you been tense like that all day?”

You hum in response, your cheek squished against his shoulder. Your eyes feel heavy, your body weighted. You feel warm everywhere, but your panties. They’re warm… and squishy.

“Had I known, I’dve come earlier.” Jungkook rubs your back before grabbing the hem of your gown and lifting it over your ass. His fingers lightly dance along your spine, eliciting a shiver and deeper slump of your body into his. “Mmh~ Baby, you’ve been working hard, huh? Why didn’t you book a massage?”

You whine, burrowing into his neck. You hate being asked questions especially when they surround how you tend to be stubborn and suffer in silence. So you avoid them, like now.

“_____.” You burrow into his neck, huffing. “_____ _____, look at me,” Jungkook says darkly. But you just groan. You’re extremely moody. He grabs you by the shoulders and leans you back. You're looking down. “Look at me. Let me see your pretty face, Jagi.” His head tilts, studying you. Then a tear falls on your hand before you’re sniffling and wiping your nose. “_____?” he lifts your chin up, now able to look into your big glossy eyes. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“I’m just so tired,” you cry.

His eyes widen. Have you been overworked or are you exhausted from your period or both? He knows the process can be straining on the body; traumatizing, even.

Jungkook sighs, “Don't cry, Doll.” He cups your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He presses your head back into his chest as you keep crying

He isn’t scared that he’s upset you that badly. He knows sometimes you can’t stop and need to get it out. And as your partner, all he can do is comfort you with back rubs and kisses.

When you finally stop, only your sniffles fill the room. “I shouldn't have asked you that.”

“Mmh hmm.” You nod, causing him to chuckle. “You know I don't know how to ask for stuff and plus I don't want anyone to touch me but you.” You gaze up at Jungkook with glossy eyes, furrowed brows and pouty wet lips. You’re so cute trying to be mad at him.

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the back of your silk-covered head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Hm? Daddy won’t ask anymore questions.” You huff, laying back into his chest. You two let the room go silent as he rests his head on top of yours.

“But you can always come to me, Baby. Everything I do is for you. Anything I have is yours.”

“I know… but you worked so hard for it.”

“I did. But I wouldn't have done so, if I didn’t think I was going to share my success with someone. First, BTS. Now, you.” You look up at him, eyes wandering his; then his smile. Jungkook loves watching the cogs turn as you try to make sense of his selflessness. He's too humble and you sometimes feel like you're not enough.

“You’re not selfish _____, the fact that you worry about stuff like that proves enough.” Your eyes widen and his smile gets bigger. You should know by now that he can read your mind. He's like a guardian angel looking down at you. He's blessed you with more than you can imagine and you’ll never be able to repay him.

“You never have to worry about if I think you’re using me. I know your heart. Just promise me you’ll always love me. And if you can't, all I ask is that you tell me when your heart has given all it can, so I can prepare to let you go.”

You don't think your eyes can widen any further as tears fill them. What forces came together to create such a man and what did you ever do to deserve him?

Your breathing becomes hurried, allowing Jungkook to feel the expanse of your chest. He looks at you with a melancholy yearning as if he's imagining that you weren't his anymore.

A little smile spreads along his plush lips as he watches your pupils dilate. You've always been his little kitten.

Placing a hand to your cheek, his thumb smooths over your hot, supple skin. You seem frozen but your mind is working overtime, sifting through all the things you want to do to him if your period wasn’t on. So, you settle on a kiss.

Sitting up, you glide a hand into the nape of his soft locks, pulling Jungkook into a forceful kiss. You let out a meek whimper, trying to hold back tears because flooding back are the memories that remind you of how happy he makes you.

Your kiss is deep, slow, and sensual. Pulling back to look at him, Jungkook seems relaxed and ready to submit to your touch.

Dipping down to kiss his neck, you suck till his skin becomes hot and bruised. You peck the rosey mark before dragging the expanse of your warm tongue along his adam’s apple. He whimpers. You're always so vulgar but soft with him.

After laying a kiss to his throat, you peck up to his jaw kissing towards his ear. “You make me so happy, Jeon Jungkook.”

You suck his ear, soliciting his sweet moans. There’s an erection straining in his pants. It's aching and warm.

Your lips finally rest against his as you both hum; happy to be connected once more. Jungkook pulls you closer, but you pull back to lick your lips as you stare at his pink swollen one.

Your fingers travel to his ears, rubbing the top. “You taste so good, Kookie.”

“Yeah?” he rasps out, trying to catch his breath from your menstrations and heavenly appearance. “So pretty.” He slightly chuckles, it’s music to your ears as his bunny-like smile graces you.

“You too,” you giggle, pecking his lips before licking them. Jungkook gives you complete control, letting you suck the inner vermillion of his top lip, down to the bottom. He tastes so decadent, like nothing you could ever describe.

Pulling back, you examine your work of his glistening lips; then his overall state. His eyes are heavy, his lips slightly agape. He looks needy like you, but in other ways. He's subdued. You swirl your tongue along his open mouth, diving deeper to let him taste you.

Jungkook's hands travel up your thighs, gliding over your plump ass and soft waist. He gathers the edge of your gown, lifting it above your rib cage.

His head tilts, admiring the way your panties hug your hips and pull taut against your slit giving him a nice view of what’s to come.

Jungkook makes haste to lay you on your back as he climbs the bed to straddle you. His lips kiss upon your neck, leaving hot marks as he continues his way down your body.

His large hands grab your breast as he swirls and massages his tongue deeply into each nipple before sucking. He releases with a pop, licking them one last time which causes you to jump.

He kisses your sternum, cascading down to your tummy where he lingers to pepper kisses along your lower abdomen.

Your body is a temple in which Jungkook worships. Able to give him a life he always dreamed of.

Whether you know it or not, he sometimes prays to Yemoja, asking that she protect you and safely shepard his children into their new life.

Kissing both your inner thighs, Jungkook spreads your legs wider.

He gets down close to your clothed heat to blow along your slit. You back arches as you whimper.

“I know, baby. I know~” he coos.

Jungkook slides a hand up your tummy to interlock his fingers with yours. Then his lips pressed to your heat, as he breathes out before laying an open mouthed kiss. You whine, feeling your pussy contract and slick rise. You hear him chuckle as he's now faced with your wet panties. He loves teasing you.

So he continues, rubbing a thumb over your bundle of nerves, watching you through heavy lashes as you whimper and grip his hand tightly. He can't wait to pull your panties back.

Jungkook leans in again, pressing himself against you. You’re intoxicating.

He sits up, lifting your hips a little to finally take your panties off and just as predicted, they stick to your cunt. Once off, he tosses them onto the floor before sliding off the bed to undress himself.

You two watch each other, completely enthralled by the way his abs flex and how you rub your clit.

When his pants hit the floor, you moan, feeling your walls contract as you gaze upon his massive bulge. He grins at you. You look hungry, stalking his every move and he bends down to drop his boxers. And he swears your pupils contract at the sight of his cock hitting his stomach. You take him all in, biting your lip.

“You need Daddy’s cock to make you feel better, Baby?”

You nod.

Jungkook smirks, climbing into bed. He stalks towards you before sitting up to push your thigh back. “Is my Baby hurting?” he coos. You whine, nodding again. You’re so quiet, mainly because you’re saving your voice to scream his name.

“I’ll be gentle, hm? Take away your tummy aches?” he whispers into your ear before kissing you. “But you gotta use the safe word, if it gets too much.” You nod again. You've become mute; not having the energy to say much. You just want to moan and cry his name as he soothes your aching pussy with his girthy cock.

But you do have one request. “Kookie?”

“Yes, Baby?” He kisses your neck leaving spots.

“Can you fuck my ass?” you mewl. Your innocent voice drives him mad. How can you make something so vulgar sound so sweet?

Jungkook sits up, smiling as he thumbs over your baby hairs. “Of course, Baby, as long as you cum.”

“We cum,” you pout.

“We cum.” He kisses you as you whine.

Opening the nightstand drawer, Jungkook pulls out lube. As he pours it on your pussy, you jump and gasp, “Cold~”

He rubs your inner thigh and dips to kiss you. “Daddy’s sorry, baby girl.” Continuing his kisses, you feel his fingers deeply rub into your clit, warming you up. “One more.”

Coldness hits your entrance, soon replaced by two warm fingers in your cunt. You clench around him, moaning as your hips move to fuck him deeper. He grins, biting his lip. “Such a greedy little pussy, Baby,” he whispers in your ear.

“Jungkook, fuck me~” you whine.

You kiss again and he pulls back. He squirts lube onto your ass. It's cold too, making your asshole spasm. then you feel him rub. You moan, fingering your clit.

“You’re so fucking cute. Making Daddy so hard.” He continues massaging your asshole as he pours lube onto his cock. He hisses at the cold but steadily strokes himself.

You’re moaning, your brows knitting and your mouth gaping as you rub your clit. He loves watching you play with yourself, trying to sate a hunger that only he can stop.

Massaging your tight little asshole, Jungkook gazes at the pornographic look on your face, studying the way your eyes roll when he pushes his fingers in. You dip your two into your slick cunt, causing your head to knock back as it feels divine. He stretches you around his large fingers and when he pulls out, your gaping hole awaits his touch, contracting, urging him to take you.

“Fuck,” he rasps, feeling his cock twitch as precum leaks from his tip.

Finally lining himself up, he pushes in while leaning down to kiss you.

Gasping, you writhe at his cock filling you up and stretching you out. This new lust-filled agony replaces the one in your cervix.

Jungkook's thrusts are slow and deep as he comes down onto your body. He loves placing his arms beside your head and laying his weight on top of you, pinning you down to take his cock and load because you’re very much a runner and he enjoys watching you break down into a screaming mess.

You clench around Jungkook's dick each time it hits your good spot. You move to finger your clit as he jackhammers into your tight rim. You can't help but whimper at the fullness and contraction of your pussy as it squelches.

“Ju- Jungkook~”

“Yeah, Baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“A- Am I bleeding?” He looks down, seeing nothing but your glossy slick covering every inch of your pussy while steadily releasing more. Even your clit is aroused: swollen and throbbing for his touch.

“No,” he says, rubbing your bundle of nerves in deep swirls.

Your hands shoot to grip the sheets as you shake and your chest heaves. That should be enough to keep your mind off “ruining” the sheets.

Jungkook's kisses make you hum as his hard cock pumps into your slick rim. His veiny cock glides along your walls, making your toes curl and your head to throw back hard into the pillow. You wish you could free fall through the bed.

Laying you on your side, he slips an arm under your neck. He's still over you as he lifts your leg up to thrust deeper. “Oh, my- Baby, right there.” Your moans and the squelching of your tight rim is enough to make him cum.

Jungkook holds the back of your head and kisses you. He attacks your neck, nipping, sucking, biting while throwing your leg over his thigh. Then he grabs your breast, squeezing till your nipple perks.

You cry. He lets go with a tongue swirl and flick before holding your waist. He growls in your ear and whimpers.

You caress his cheek, kissing him. “Oh~ Daddy, I love you. You’re so good to me.”

Jungkook whines again, panting in your ear. His high is on the horizon; his dick throbbing with vigor. “Ah~ Fuck, precious. I love you too. Daddy loves you so fucking much. Taking my cock like a good girl,” he growls into your ear as you feel the rush of his thick white load coating your walls. His thrust become sloppy but he continues to fuck into your ass, gripping your curves and kissing into your neck to coax himself to a calm.

You feel warm and fuzzy, humming as you try to steady your breath.

You two lay for a sec before he pulls out slowly, prompting your body to shake as you gasp. Jungkook grins the entire time, watching the way you bask in the sensitivity of your rim and the warmth of his cum.

“You came~” you hum, sounding a little aloof; clearly cock-drunk.

“Yeah, cuz you're so beautiful.”

You giggle, but then your face contorts. “Ah!” You place a hand on your belly “Mmh~ Kookie, the towel… Did I bleed?” Your hand goes to touch your entrance.

“No, Baby. Are you still hurting?” You nod.

Jungkook spreads you open, examining your gaping hole; no blood but you're contracting more than usual. And you’re pushing, trying to alleviate some pressure off your abdomen.

“Mmh, Baby.” He runs a finger around your entrance. “Did you cum?” You shake your head. “So, I’m a bad Daddy, huh?”

You nod, causing Jungkook to smile a bit as he caresses your cheek. “Pretty pussies deserve to be fucked.” He stares at your pussy and you stare at him back, admiring the way his warm brown eyes wander. You used to get embarrassed, but now you feel pretty when he worships you.

Jungkook rubs your little patch of hair, lightly tugging as you moan. It drives him wild. It's so soft and full, like a faerie’s hidden grove; protecting your delicate flower in the depths of its lush.

He rubs a finger over your baby hair. “Can Daddy fuck your pussy?”

You hum as he watches you think. You’ve let him fuck you close to your period before, but that’s usually three days before when you just feel uneasy in the tummy. It’s supposed to come on tonight and you figure a warm shower will trigger it. But you’re hurting much more than usual. And you feel a little tense too.

“O- Okay. But if I bleed, tell me cuz that's icky.”

“Anything you give me, Baby, is a gift.”

“Jungkook~” you whine as he laughs.

Raising up, he looks into your eyes as his fingers smooth over your baby hairs.

“Can you take me ass up?” You nod, and Jungkook places hands on your waist, helping you onto your tummy. You groan. “I got you, Baby.”

He throws the towel over a pillow before putting it under your lower belly.

“Arms up, Baby Girl,” he coos, bringing your hands to rest by your head. His hands grab your waist gently pushing down so that your plump ass tilts up.

Jungkook opens your legs, giving him access to spread your ass, allowing a little squirt of cum spill out.

“Does Daddy’s cum feel good in your ass?”

“Mmh hmm,” you smile. “Warm.”

“Good.” Jungkook rubs your supple skin, squeezing lightly. He blows on your hole causing it to clench. You whine as he watches your wet pussy open back up with a squelching from your gaping hole.

“So sensitive for my cock,” he growls against your lips.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my pussy, please. Make the pain go away.”

He groans at your pleas. All he wants you to do is run to him when you need saving.

Jungkook lays a hand to your bloated stomach. “Feel me in your tummy?” He leans over to whisper into your ear as you whimper, nodding. He grabs your heat pack, placing it between your lower abdomen and the towel covered pillow.

“Mmh~ Thank you, Daddy,” you hum, feeling more relaxed.

Rubbing your hips and ass, he takes in your position: ass up and holes begging for his cock. Absolute perfection.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?~”

“Are you gonna fuck me raw?”

He nods, continuing to rub your hips. “Are you scared to bleed?”

“Yes.”

“You can trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” You look over your shoulder at him with a pout on your lips.

“Then, Daddy won’t fuck you so hard that you bleed.”

“O- Okay.”

Jungkook lines himself up and sinks in. Your ass tilts down as you feel his veiny cock glide along your walls, stretching and filling you up.

Your eyes shut tight as you try to relish in the pleasure running through you.

“Almost there, Baby.” His grip tightens on your hip as the other lightly presses on your back, pushing you back down onto the bed.

“You can take my cock like a good girl, huh?”

Overwhelmed, you moan in response.

As he bottoms out, your pussy flutters around him and your holes contract, pushing cum to leak from your ass and down onto his cock.

His thrusts are slow and his hips are purposely tilted to drag along your g-spot. When Jungkook pulls out, his cock is glistening in translucent slick.

“Mmh~ Baby, no blood,” he coos, patting your butt.

Pushing back in, you clench, making his cock stutter a bit to get in.

“Baby, you need to relax.”

“I can't; it hurts,” you whine.

Jungkook bends down and kisses you softly before his tongue invades your mouth. You relax, letting his wet taste swirl around yours, sucking you down.

“Ugh,” you cry, causing his hips to stutter. You begin to throw your ass back, not wanting him to stop now as you’re finally ready. “Don't stop, please~” The pain from his cock is deliciously distracting from the previous feeling in your walls. “Keep going. Just like that,” you gasp. Even the heat pack seems to disperse the pain like a deep massage.

The room fills with squelching as you suck his cock into you cunt, “Mmh, Daddy~ So fucking big.”

“Yeah, Baby, just for you,” Jungkook growls into your ear, leaning his chest against your back.

“Fuck my tight little pussy, Daddy.”

His pace quickens, fucking into you as your ass slap against his thighs. You join in throwing your ass back gently as his growls turn into whimper. The sound of your love making fills the air.

“Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking well, Baby,” Jungkook moans, his head throwing back as his eyes close to savor the feeling of your suckling walls. “You deserve this cock; you worked so hard this month. You make me so proud, Baby Girl.”

You whine at his praise, clenching and shaking. You can feel every throb of his veiny cock. Your pussy’s grip tightens and the painfully sweet strokes cause you to release more slick. Jungkook’s worked up a steady pace, enough to fuck your slick milky white and thick at the base of his cock. With each glide out, threads of your shared cum bridge between you.

“Fuck-” The female body truly amazes him.

When Jungkook hits that perfect spot, you cry out, shaking as your arms give out. Your eyes shut hard as you tip over the precipice of a hot flash. Then your coil breaks and you forget where you are, basking in the ecstacy between your legs.

“Ugh. Mmh~ Koo."

You're too high to notice the way Jungkook looks down upon you. Despite the bumbling fucked out mess you’ve become, you still look serene in his eyes.

It’s only till he feels warmth run down his thighs that he notices that you’ve coated his cock red.

Jungkook is immediately filled with astonishment and overwhelming pleasure. “Aw, Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous on my dick,” he beams while continuing to slowly fuck, coaxing you further. He hums, watching your blood gush around his pubic before feeling it run down his balls and drip onto the towel.

As you slowly recover, your breathing becomes steadier and you're able to take in your surroundings and the first thing you notice is the coppery scent.

Your eyes widen as you whine, “Jungkook!” Looking behind your shoulder, his glistening face graces you. Sweat covers his naked body as he rakes a hand through his damp hair. His dark eyes bore into you as he licks his lips, grinning.

“Daddy, no…” Your hand trails down his abs before you lay back down, too mesmerizing to remember why you opposed him in the first place.

You two stare into each other's eyes as the room continues to swell with the sound of your bloody cunt. After some time, he leans down against your back, sliding his arm under you before pressing his nose against your cheek. All his weight comes down onto you, coveting you in his warmth and driving his cock deeper. You feel closer to him than ever before. And so does he.

Your blood is a tether. Is a life line.

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hyrule-in-a-pokeball · 1 year

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A BIG OL' GANONDORF THEORY (TOTK)

This gonna be a long one, kids

I've just got a bunch of thoughts on Ganondorf. I'll categorize them or something

GANONDORF CAUSED HYRULE'S UNIFICATION A great war of some kind has been mentioned a few times in Zelda canon. most notably in OoT. 9 years before the events of OoT kick off, a great war comes to an end, but not before orphaning a baby who gets adopted by a tree. 9 years after this war, the leaders of the Gorons and Zoras consider the King of Hyrule to be a close friend, with the leader of the Gorons even considering him an honorary brother. With OoT being erased, why is this important? Because the legend that is OoT is based on the historical fact shown in TotK. Real events that were embellished and re contextualized over time. Well, here's what the legend tells us about history... At one point in time, Hyrule was divided. Each race seemed to be a different kingdom, but there didn't seem to be any tension among them. But then something happened that forced them to unite. Or rather...

Someone Ganondorf has always been bent on ruling Hyrule, but I think his invasions weren't targeted solely on the land of the Zonai/Hylians, but also the lands of the Gorons, Zora, and Rito. Basically all the lands that aren't a barren wasteland. He probably planned to take over each region and unite it all under one glorious Gerudo banner. Alone, they may have all had trouble fending off the Gerudo army. I believe that with a common and very powerful enemy in the form of the Ganondorf-lead Gerudo, King Rauru was able to convince the Gorons, Rito, and Zora to unite with him under a single Hyrulean banner, thus creating the unified kingdom of Hyrule and forming a solid, united opposition to the Gerudo invasion.

GANONDORF'S STONE ENHANCED FORM

We skip forward in time a little. The war has ended and Ganondorf is swearing fealty to King Rauru, but thats just so he can get in and move about freely without suspicion even though he's the world's most suspicious looking man. It works though. He kills Queen Sonia and steals her sacred stone, the power awakened from which causes him to transform

The sacred stones, as explained, do not give powers to their holders, but instead greatly amplify powers that were already present. But what they ALSO don't do, is cause a physical transformation in their users. None of the other stone holders were shown to change form when using the power of their stones. And its not like his stone was extra special. It was literally the same stone Sonia was using. So why did Ganondorf change form when he came into possession of one?

Because his power is not his own.

While Zelda inherited her powers from her ancestors through blood, Ganondorf inherited his as a result of being the product of Demise's cheeky curse. While Demise is dead and gone, his power lives on in Ganondorf, and so it was Demise's demonic powers that were amplified by the stone. As a result, Ganondorf's form changed to reflect those demonic powers.

But that might not be all that changed. You see, after his demonic powers awakened, his goal changed a bit. While he was still hell bent on ruling Hyrule, he now also wanted to wipe out every living person within the kingdom, supposedly to replace them with the monsters he summoned, and "Cast the world into eternal night" He even turned on his own people, the Gerudo, as in the scene in which Rauru grants the soon-to-be-sages their sacred stones, Ruto states "We just received word that the last free village in the Gerudo desert has fallen..." So the demon king's armies were attacking everyone indiscriminately on his command. I think he truly became a demon, and possibly something in his psyche changed as a result.

THE 8TH SAGE

Those who hold Sacred stones were deemed sages. Zelda and Sonia were the sages of time. Rauru, reflecting his roll in OoT, was the sage of light. Nabooru was changed from the sage of spirit to the sage of lightning. Darunia was the sage of fire, Ruto; the sage of water, and Mineru was the sage of spirit. Saria and "forest" being completely replaced by a nameless Rito and the element of Wind. Sonia dies, so the sage count is 7.

When the stone bonded to its holder, stylized Japanese kanji would appear on it. This is most visible with Nabooru/Riju's stone

Its up-side down and partially wrapped around the stone itself, but that is the Kanji "Kaminari" meaning "Lightning"

When Ganondorf steals Sonia's stone, the kanji for time "Toki" disappears and is replaced with this

Its side ways and partially obstructed by his hand, but when he uses his power, we see the symbol flash in its proper orientation

Yami. Darkness. (funnily enough it also means "Gloom")

If holding a secret stone makes one a sage, then Ganondorf is the sage of Darkness, a being in direct opposition to Rauru; the sage of light

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 4 months

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It was only supposed to be a one night stand part 6

Tw: yandere stuff, fat shaming from this idiot man here (not towards reader)

Part 7

You won't believe your boss granted you a one-month leave. Well, actually you can. Since you rarely take days off, work is a distraction for you.

When you told Montgomery this, he held you tightly in his arms and sang praises. He's extremely grateful for this and he made it very clear by booking a reservation at a restaurant that is absolutely above his pay grade. Fortunately, though, you managed to convince him to cancel the reservation and stay home instead.

He set up a romantic candle-lit dinner on the dining table, and of course the main dish is some random pricey takeaway. You wondered how the candles haven't tripped the fire alarm yet, only to see that Montgomery replaced its batteries when the dinner is over.

You had a headache when he told you where his hometown is. You don't know if his shitbox can handle a whooping 20-hour drive from your city to his place. You asked why he didn't pick a city closer to home to work in, you're puzzled why he decided to come all the way up here.

"I did. The folks there were mean, so I moved. Thinkin', maybe they're nicer up north." He sighed. "I came to realize that they ain't getting friendlier the further I git. I was dirt poor and stuck in a rut."

He cupped your cheek and gave you a kiss on the forehead. "I'm glad I met ya', honey bunch. You saved my life." Montgomery whispered as he pulled you into a loving hug.

That piece of information he revealed made you wonder how many times he moved. It definitely showed that he's resilient and stubborn... and thin skinned.

However, it was impressive how he managed to shun his natural accent and pick up another one so well. You would have never guessed he was from the South, but now you're completely sure he is. That's probably why he was quiet in the beginning. Sometimes it was hard to understand what he was saying because of his drawls and ways of pronouncing certain words, but it's charming nonetheless.

You think that he's getting bolder because he's gradually feeling secure in his place in your life. Too bold, in fact. You think he's possessive now, he doesn't like you having lunches with your coworkers. To the point that he would go up to them and act nice-nasty, he wouldn't outright tell them to leave you alone or act hostile, he would still put on a darling smile. However, your coworkers would still feel attacked and guilted, but he's so... nice! They can't just accuse him of such things, it's probably a Southern thing.

"Nice of y'all to bring my sweetheart to lunch. Now, what am I gonna do with all these since my darlin' is fed without me? Oh, by the way, I see that y'all are lookin' a lot healthier. Don't get too healthy now, too much of a good thing is a bad thing."

Maybe the fact that he's outright calling them fat in a mean-spirited way flew past your head, maybe it didn't. But it definitely landed on theirs.

Montgomery throwing these types of discrete insults would eventually drive your coworkers away, they stopped bringing you with them, not wanting to face your boyfriend's sassiness afterward.

There were times that you would want to surprise him by visiting his worksite. He would be pleasantly surprised every time, but he isn't usually aware of what he has on him when he would come barreling towards you, picking you up, and giving you a bone-crushing hug. You stopped coming to him eventually because you kept going back to work covered in mud, dust, paint, or a combination of the three.

He keeps you away from his peers, who only give you and him amused smiles. Some of them would come up and tease him, congratulating him for getting out of his shell. You asked them what they meant, as this is a good opportunity to know more about Montgomery. They said that he's extremely shy and would hide in his car during lunch, he works hard and is engrossed in his own job. The first time where he got distracted was when he laid eyes on you, which shook them to the core because he was perceived as a reclusive enigma.

Montgomery would look away and not participate in the conversation, feeling moody because he couldn't have your undivided attention. He goes back to his usual romantic self when his coworkers leave him alone.

The date to leave for his hometown is fast approaching. The two of you wrote up a detailed itinerary, well, mostly you. Because he's used to sleeping in his cramped car and using public bathrooms, he completely forgot that not everyone is comfortable with that.

You're sitting on his lap, and a laptop on your, well... lap. Montgomery rests his head on your shoulder, his arms hold you to him tightly as you ask him if he agrees with the choice of motels.

"I'm fine with anythin' you choose, darlin'. He sleepily mumbled, clearly bored. "Ain't no price too high for my baby." He closed his eyes, tired after working a full day with power tools and materials that are quadruple his body weight.

The only sound in the living room is your keyboard clicks. It's pitch dark and the only light source is the screen.

Montgomery began to snore.

You turned your head to look at him, he's definitely out cold. But his grip on you is unwavering.

You stretched your hand to reach for his credit card on the coffee table.

Your eyes flitting between the numbers on his valuable piece of plastic and the computer screen as you typed the necessary details in.

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moonmacabre01 · 7 months

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Hey, I wanted to show y'all my Swap au ^^ Uuuhh list of what and how characters were swapped under cut(incomplete list)(warning: long af)

Kirby: Swapped with Dedede. The king of Dreamland, brave and noble! At least, that what he wants you to think. In truth he's gluttonous and kind of childish, and a bit of a coward. But he has a good heart, willing to step up whenever Popstar is in danger! If he manages to avoid getting possessed first . . . At least his friends will be there to snap him out of it! He's scared of spiders.

Dedede: Swapped with Kirby. The brave and darling hero of Dreamland, Dedede would much rather play and eat than he would fight. But when push comes to shove and evil threatens his home, you can count on him to be there! Always willing to make a new friend, he'll happily welcome any newcomers, even if they aren't what they seem at first.

Bandee: Swapped with Meta. commonly known as Brave Knight, he and his crew are well known and much wondered about among residents of Popstar. More laid back than one might expect a knight to be, he's none the less formidable in battle. He and Kirby are old friends and trusted partners, despite rifts in the past.

Meta: Swapped with Bandee. Kirby's second-in-command and Dedede's best friend, Meta's often anxious or insecure about his abilities, and will turn to his friends for support. But under the fear, he's skilled with a sword and has a noble heart, and people have surmised that he has the makings of a great knight. He has an extraordinary sweet tooth he likes to indulge in, with a particular fondness for chocolate.

Ribbon: Swapped with Queen Ripple. The selfless queen of Ripplestar, she didn't hesitate to send away the crystal shard with her younger sister when Dark Matter attacked. Even after her possession by Nebula2, she remained as kindhearted and fair as ever. After the king of Dreamland helped liberate Ripplestar from Dark Matter, the two struck up a close friendship.

Ripple: Swapped with Ribbon. The younger sister of the queen of Ripplestar, she went on a quest with the hero of Dreamland after her planet was attacked by Dark Matter. After Ripplestar was freed, Ripple became close friends with Dedede and Drawcia. Though rather clumsy and a little anxious, she's full of energy and possesses an brave spirit equal to that of her sister.

Drawcia: Swapped with Adeleine. A painting brought to life by a mysterious artist, only to flee her creator and come to Dreamland, where she started to create art of her own. After joining a quest to liberate Ripplestar from Dark Matter, she discovered friendship to be a joy like nothing she'd ever imagined. Nowadays she splits her time between Popstar and Ripplestar, painting the many views.

Adeleine: Swapped with Drawcia: An artist derided and mocked by her peers, she left her home planet to wander the galaxy. In her travels, she found a wonderous paintbrush capable of bringing her work to life. Remembering the scorn with which her art was treated, her heart darkened, and she vowed to show the galaxy the beauty of her work - by transforming the world into a one of paint. After her attempt was foiled, she disappeared, but the work she created with that mystical brush remains.

Sectonia: Swapped with Taranza. The queen of a land in the sky, she gave her love a gift, a mirror rumored to grant wishes, unaware of it's true nature. Tricked into believing her subjects planned to rebel, she descended to the lower world with the plan to take it's hero as protection. however, she mistakingly took the king instead of the hero, and Dedede immediately followed in pursuit. Her love was defeated and his lies unraveled, and ever since she's been trying to do better as a ruler.

Taranza: Swapped with Sectonia. A mage unsure of his abilities, his beloved queen gifted him a mirror rumored to grant wishes with the idea it might increase his power. And so it did, but it also warped his mind and body, and his love became controlling and possessive. He tricked his queen into the believe her subjects planned to rebel, in hope she would turn to him for protection. Instead, against his wishes, she descended to the lower world to take it's hero for her guard. Eventually he was defeated, and the truth of what he'd become revealed much to the grief of the queen who'd loved him to the end. Never the less, it is hoped he is happier now.

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wherethefireliliesgrow · 10 months

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Among the Wildflowers (Part 1)

Kang Haerin x Reader

GENRE: fluff, angst

TYPE: Two-part series (Part 2)

Haerin is older than her actual age in this story

The ceiling fan let out a creak as the shutters turned slowly, offering zero relief from the scorching summer heat. You wiped the sweat from your brow with your forearm, still adjusting to the city's humidity. Under your parents' insistence, you had recently moved to Seoul due to its reputation for having the most heart donors. They promptly secured you a spot in one of the city's esteemed hospitals.

That's why you found yourself at your aunt’s flower shop on a Wednesday morning, instead of being in your final year of college. The heart transplant waitlist was lengthy, leaving you with little to do but undergo treatment and wait. The presence of flowers and plants offered some solace from your worries.

You were so immersed in your work that you failed to notice the presence of someone entering through the open door. The stranger tried to catch your attention several times, but you were bent over the pots in front of you, carefully measuring the amount of fertilizer.

A tap on your shoulder made you jump in surprise, accidentally knocking over a pot. Clutching your chest, you tried to calm the racing of your already weakened heart. Glancing up, you saw a girl, around your height, with long light brown hair and big feline eyes. She sported silver-framed glasses and a long white doctor's robe.

"I'm so sorry," she bit her lip, swiftly bending down to help pick up the broken pieces of the pot. "I can pay."

"No, no. It's fine, I'll take care of it later," you assured her. "How can I help you?"

The girl straightened up, adjusting her glasses. "I'd like to buy some flowers." Her gaze shifted to her scuffed white shoes, hands tucked shyly into her coat pockets.

"Sure, what kind of flowers are you looking for?" you inquired.

A cute frown creased her forehead as she thought for a moment. "What do your customers usually get?"

"It varies," you replied, "each flower holds its own special meaning."

"Ah." Her gaze remained on her shoes.

She was the shyest person you ever met, and you could tell this conversation was not going to go anywhere without a little push.

“What occasion are the flowers for?” You pressed, hoping that this mystery girl can give you some insight on what she wanted, or you think both of you would die from awkwardness.

“I want to buy flowers for some kids.”

“For their birthday?”

“No.”

“Graduation?”

“No.”

You sighed, exasperated. This was going nowhere.

“You have to give me some context in order for me to figure out what flowers you need.”

Finally, after what felt like hours, the girl gathered her thoughts and stammered out, “Th-they’re my patients. I want flowers to make them feel better.”

Despite her communication struggles, you couldn't help but feel a fondness for her. Not every day did you encounter a doctor so genuinely caring for their patients. You had your fair share of doctors, and they were never like this.

“I think sunflowers would work.” You said, passing her a fresh sunflower, “They symbolize happiness and strength. And also they are very cute to look at.”

As she held the sunflower, her eyes lit up with a radiant glow. Even without a smile, she possessed a certain prettiness, but when her eyes squinted and her mouth transformed into a toothy grin, her beauty was elevated to a new level.

"I think the kids would love this," she said, her eyes meeting yours, brimming with excitement.

Her newfound happiness was infectious, lifting your spirits as well. With another shy smile, she left the shop, clutching a bouquet of sunflowers. You watched her through the window, a skip in her step as she headed toward the hospital.

From that first encounter, you saw her every Wednesday like clockwork. The familiar cat-like eyes would shyly enter the shop, and your warm greeting would turn her into a stuttering mess. It took her a moment to explain the purpose of each bouquet – sometimes for new parents, for sick children, or for recovering patients leaving the hospital. After each visit, she would leave with a variety of flowers, from Blossoms to Lilies, accompanied by her endearing shy smile.

On her fourth visit, you learned her name – Haerin. She was a medical resident at a nearby hospital, the same one where you received your treatments. She was working towards becoming a surgeon. With each visit, the shifts became more apparent – a glimmer of excitement dancing in her eyes whenever she talked about her work. Gone was the evasiveness; instead, her gaze now lingered upon yours, a testament to her newfound openness. Her feline-like eyes held yours longer, as if whispering secrets between blinks, mirroring the candid exchange of thoughts that flowed seamlessly between you both. She was opening up to you, as you were with her.

You didn't realize how much you enjoyed her presence and how much you looked forward to her visits until she didn't come on the tenth week.

9 o'clock, 10 o'clock, 11 o'clock... You continued to glance at the clock behind the counter, waiting for Haerin's arrival. You were worried; Haerin was never late. You wanted to call her to make sure everything was okay, but then it hit you that you were never that close to her. You didn't even have her phone number, you didn't know her last name. She was just a customer, and you were just the florist who would listen to her thoughts as she bought flowers for the people she cared for. You had begun to think of her as your friend. Trying not to be disappointed, you started to clear the shop, getting ready to head home for the day.

"Shit, shit, shit," Haerin muttered as she hurried down the block, doing her best to navigate through the streets without spilling the two cups of coffee in her hands.

She had always been a consistent person and hated any changes in her schedule. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays were special. Wednesdays were what she eagerly looked forward to every week– a chance to spend a few minutes chatting with you. However, a late-night surgery had thrown off her schedule. She had fallen asleep on her couch after returning home, only waking up at four in the afternoon. Despite the setback, seeing you was non-negotiable for her.

Her heart sank when she arrived at your shop's front doors, finding them already locked with a "Closed" sign displayed. Frustrated with herself for forgetting to set an alarm, she kicked the ground in disappointment. As she started to turn away, she caught the sound of shuffling from behind the shop. Quietly following the path leading to the garden and greenhouse, she discovered you tending to the garden bed.

Seeing you filled her heart with an inexplicable feeling, as if her emotions were in a jumbled mess. She pretended it was because you were a great listener, but deep now, she knew it was something more.

"Y/N," she called out, startling you just as she had the first time you met.

You jumped, clutching your chest in response to the sudden sound. Lately, your heart had been acting up, and the surprise didn't help matters.

Turning around, you met Haerin's gaze, your heart fluttering despite the momentary pain.The light of the setting sun reflected on her face, scattering a golden glow that highlighted her almond-shaped eyes and made her gentle expression even more inviting.

"Hey, Haerin," you quickly composed yourself, brushing dirt off your pants as you approached her.

Although still embraced by the gloden hues of dusk, you could see how tired Haerin was, her dark circles contrasting against her windblown hair. “Are you okay?”

"Y-yeah," she stammered under your scrutinizing look. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it today."

"It's okay. I understand you must have been busy," you reassured her. "There are more important things than buying flowers."

"No, no!" Haerin hurriedly explained, stumbling over her words. "I was part of a surgery that lasted eleven hours. I got home late and overslept. I didn't wake up until now, and I realized I had no way to reach you since I don't have your number, and..."

"It's alright, Rinnie," you chuckled, taking one of the coffee cups from her and sipping. "Mmm, that's good. Thanks."

Rinnie. You gave her a nickname. Haerin squealed internally at the thought of getting her first nickname ever, and it was by you.

“Do you have to go back to work?”

She shook her head, relief washing over her. "No, I have the day off."

"Want to help me water the flowers?"

Haerin had never been particularly attentive to plants since her childhood. Somehow, every plant that ended up under her care seemed doomed, meeting an untimely demise due to her neglect. She often ended up giving them away before she could forget to water them and seal their fate. However, being around you was a different story.

"Come, let me show you the greenhouse," you invited, leading her toward a massive three-story glass structure that stood behind the shop.

Your aunt had dedicated half her life to constructing this impressive greenhouse. Rising three stories high, it boasted intricate glass designs that permitted the sun's rays to illuminate every corner. The structure also featured a variety of shutters, each designed to cater to the specific life cycles of the flowers it housed. Your aunt was meticulous in her approach, taking personal charge of planting the majority of the flowers. Only occasionally did she import more delicate varieties that required special care.

Entering the greenhouse, Haerin was awestruck. She was amazed that such a place could exist in the busy streets of Seoul, hidden behind skyscrapers and neon lights. The sweet scent of flowers enveloped her, reminiscent of the fragrance she associated with you.

At the back, there was a small decorative pond. As a child, you used to spend hours watching the frogs and fish glide through the water, mesmerized by their graceful movements. Surprisingly, the young doctor shared your excitement. She stared at the frogs intently, even taking photos of them with her phone. You let her enjoy the sight while you finished taking care of the plants, occasionally checking in on her with a smile.

"You know, the longest-lived frog reached 40 years," she suddenly shared after observing the frogs for a while.

You laughed at her unexpected fact as you continued to tend the rose bushes. "Really? That's over a hundred in frog years, right?"

“Yeah, like 180 in human years.”

"I can't imagine myself living that long," you mused.

"Why?" Haerin furrowed her brows and tilted her head, looking like an adorable confused kitten. "Most people I see in the hospital wish to live forever."

"When you're that old, all the people you love have left the world already. I think it would be quite lonely," you scratched your chin, thinking. "And besides, I don't need to live forever. I just want to be remembered by somebody, and that's enough."

Haerin's gaze met yours, and in that moment, she vowed to remember you forever. She hoped you would remember her too. Or perhaps, she'd make sure you wouldn't forget her. She decided the first step was to charm you with frog trivia.

“Some frogs weigh more than 3 kilograms.”

"Okay, that's pretty scary. Thank God I don't have those here," you laughed again, standing up from the bushes and grabbing your tools.

"Let's go, Dr. Doolittle," you teased, gently bumping her shoulder with yours.

"I just really like frogs," Haerin turned a bright pink at your teasing and reached over to carry the tools for you.

And I really like you, she thought.

After that day, Haerin would talk to you every day. You would stay up texting her, keeping her company during her night shifts, or she would drop by for a quick lunch with you when she had the time. She continued to buy flowers from you every Wednesday, paying full attention to you as you entertained her with a new species of flower every time, going through all the facts and symbolization. Haerin was enamored by you, and you felt the same about her. Her quirky jokes and random animal knowledge were endearing, and you found yourself constantly thinking about her and missing her when she wasn't there.

You were falling, and you were falling fast.

As weeks slipped by like a fleeting dream, the summer's swelter surrendered to brisk mornings and gusty afternoons. Time marched on, relentless, yet the same could not be said for the sluggish progress of the heart donor list.

The wait remained as long as ever, and the pains in your chest had become more frequent. Sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night, feeling as though your heart might leap out of your chest or stop at any moment.

After procrastinating for far too long, you finally found yourself in the office of one of the nation's most esteemed cardiologists. Yet, within the depths of your awareness lay the unwavering truth – no cardiologist could save you, only a new heart could.

"Have you been taking your medicine?" Doctor Kang asked sternly, pushing back his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I forget sometimes," you muttered, guiltily.

"Y/N, you have to take the medicine four times a day," he said. "It helps with the chest pains."

"Yeah, but it won't help with the heart failure."

Doctor Kang sighed, scratching his greying beard. He was worried; your test results weren't good. But he was an insistent man, and he would do everything he could to keep you alive and healthy until you could get a new heart.

"Don't give up yet, Y/N," he gave you a soft smile that made his almond-shaped eyes crinkle around the edges, reminding you of the girl you adored. "Please take your medicine and come back the same time next month."

"Thanks, doc," you nodded, getting up from the chair. "I like the flowers."

Doctor Kang's gaze drifted fondly to the pink daisies adorning his table. You knew without a doubt that Haerin had delivered them – a bouquet of pink daisies, just like the ones she purchased from your shop the day before. You had spotted a similar arrangement at the front desk as well.

"I like them too," he grinned, his face lighting up. "They're from my daughter."

You walked back home in a daze. Doctor Kang was Haerin's father. You slapped your forehead, berating yourself for not realizing it sooner. Her last name was Kang, and she had mentioned that she came from a family of doctors. How had you missed such an obvious connection? As you replayed your conversations with Haerin in your mind, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. You hoped that Doctor Kang wouldn't mention you in front of Haerin. You were afraid of how she would react if she knew about your health condition. The thought of her worrying about you weighed heavily on your mind as you continued walking, lost in your thoughts.

Abruptly turning a corner, you collided headfirst with another person. "Sorry, I didn't see—" you began apologetically.

"Y/N? Hey," a familiar voice chimed in. Haerin's face lit up with joy as she greeted you, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

"Y/N?" Another voice, this one also donning a white doctor's coat, inquired. She shifted her gaze between you and Haerin. Jealousy pricked at you as you noticed the way the girl's arms were linked with Haerin's. "The famous Y/N?"

Sensing your gaze, Haerin pulled her arms away from the other girls, and sheepishly smoothed her hair. “Cut it out.” she muttered, slightly pushing the girl.

"Hello, Y/N. I'm Hanni," the girl introduced herself with infectious enthusiasm, standing on her tiptoes to pull you into a hug. "I've been dying to meet you. Oh My God. This one here has been talking about you nonstop.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shot Haerin a playful look, prompting her to blush even deeper.

"Stop it, Hanni," she said, pulling the exuberant girl away from you. "You're smoldering her."

As it turned out, Hanni was not only Haerin's childhood best friend but also her fellow doctor-in-training. Despite their shared background, they were complete opposites in terms of demeanor – Hanni was boisterous and lively, whereas Haerin remained shy and reserved. However, their shared kindness and compassion were what had drawn you to the cat-like girl.

After what seemed like a drawn-out exchange for Haerin, Hanni finally departed for her shift, but not before playfully whispering to Haerin, "You better confess before I do."

The taunt turned Haerin into a flustered mess.

Haerin walked you back home, her white coat gently draped over your shoulders to keep you warm. The two of you walked toward the shop, side-by-side, in comfortable silence. Although every fiber of her being longed to reach down and intertwine her fingers with yours, Haerin couldn't muster the courage to make that gesture. Instead, her fingers twitched nervously by her side, a silent indication of the unspoken feelings that lingered between you.

"I'm sorry about Hanni," Haerin began, her voice laced with apology. "She can be a bit overwhelming at times."

“I like her.” You assured. “She’s funny.”

A vulnerable smile crossed Haerin’s lips.

“And I like you.” she blurted out. It was now or never. She had spent so many sleepless nights thinking about how to convey her feelings, but nothing seemed to be the perfect solution. So here she was, on a crisp autumn night, revealing her emotions without any scripted lines.

You halted your steps, turning to gaze at the blushing girl before you. Her feline eyes radiated adoration and hope.

"I like you, too," you chuckled, playfully teasing. "But you'll have to try harder than that."

Haerin's relief transformed into a radiant grin. She tenderly reached down and enveloped your hands in her own.

Lifting them to her lips, she whispered, "Don’t worry. I’ll plant you a sea of blossoms if I have to, just to have you remember me.”

We all need a bit of sweetness to balance out the pain.

More angst to come 👀

Part 2

#haerin #haerin x reader #newjeans x reader #kang haerin #kang haerin x reader #kpop fanfic #gxg #kpop imagines #wlw #kpop fic #newjeans #newjeans imagines #haerin imagines #fluff #angst fic #kpop #hanni pham #wherethefireliliesgrow

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in cursed twin AU, how does Satoru react towards Yuta, since he has a cursed spirit of his own? albeit Shiki is a bit of a different situation and is well-behaved compared to Rika, and has more clarity than Rika

it could also be argued that - putting aside that no one except Suguru has lived to tell the secret - Satoru is comparatively more fucked up than Yuta in this regard because he’s willingly housing Shiki for an unforeseen future inside his body, and that’s considered messed up in the head, kind of? because imagine you have the option of putting Shiki to rest somehow, letting her die in peace, but no — for one, Shiki is well behaved and there’s no problems so far in their situation, so there’s no reason for Satoru to just up and do that. shiki isn’t suffering, isn’t too insane, and by possessing him she can eat and see and experience things for her own (even though shes a bloodthirsty little thing)

so gg Satoru be the first one to delete people who denies his sister this second chance (and he already did lmao)

for two, why should Shiki be the one to die? when it was the fault of fucking Gojo Clan and their father that she ended up like this? it’s not fair, his sister died because of some fucktards deciding she wasn’t worth anything and she has to be the one to pay the price, to give up in this lifetime, to die in order her to be in peace? Shiki deserves to live and have a chance to look at and experience this world, and Satoru is making sure of it even if it has to be through using him

In a way, Gojo Satoru really does love Shiki, and I want to see how a Satoru who has someone he loves to the point of, well, housing them inside his body for almost all his life like in Cursed Twins AU, reacts to seeing Yuta and Rika.

Footsteps sound clearly upon the cold stone ground, growing closer and closer, but Yuta can't find the strength to raise his head. Instead, he curls inwards, shrinking into himself where he's sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair in his prison.

And, there's no doubt that this is a prison; ofuda seals cover the entirety of the enclosed chamber, and the only source of light is from the flicker of yellow lanterns scattered across the ground, arranged in a strange pattern. Yuta does not recognize any of it, as strange and scary as everything is, but instinct tells him that this is a trap, a cage.

... Good. He deserves it. He deserves to be locked up like this forever, because he-

"All of this is a bit overkill for just a kid, isn't it?"

"This was the best I could argue for, while you were still out of the country. It was either this, or immediate execution." Oh. Oh, Yuta recognizes this voice. "Hello, Okkotsu-kun. Have you been well?"

It's only polite to look at the person who's speaking to you. Yuta doggedly manages to summon up the strength to raise his head.

"... Hello, Geto-san," he whispers. The man who'd subdued Rika-chan and brought him in without any further bloodshed offers him a reassuring smile, then gestures towards his companion.

"Okkotsu-kun, this is my friend, Gojo Satoru. He's the one I mentioned before, who I think might be able to offer a unique insight into your situation. Satoru, this is-"

The white-haired man makes a clearly disgusted sound. Yuta automatically flinches, because there's no doubt that it's directed towards him.

"A master-servant bond, really?" he says, obviously disapproving. Yuta has no idea what the man is talking about.

"Okkotsu-kun is not a sorcerer," Geto-san says sharply. "He's lived a civilian life all this time, Satoru. Remember what I told you? He and Orimoto-chan are childhood sweethearts who accidentally cursed each other; neither had any idea of what they were doing-"

"No, the boy's the one who did all the cursing here, Suguru." There's a strange flicker in the white-haired man's striking blue eyes, crystalline blue shifting to abyssal darkness and back again. But it must be a trick of the light. Human eyes don't work that way. "But for something that was unintentional... hmm..."

Geto-san sighs tiredly. "Your recommendation, then?"

"... You're asking for my opinion? I think... ultimately, it depends on what the two of them want out of their relationship," Gojo-san shrugs. "Although that might be a little difficult to hammer out on the girl's side, given her current state."

Geto-san frowns lightly, a hand coming up to rest on his chin in thought. "Is there a way to make her lucid again?"

"Well, it's not like there's a documented process for this or anything, but with the circumstances being what they are, I think we might have a few ideas," Gojo-san gives him a sharp grin. Then, he turns towards Yuta. "Hey, so. If it turns out that there's no helping your Rika-chan anyways and we can't actually improve her state any, then what are you going to do?"

"What am I...?" Yuta blinks, confused. It's precisely because he doesn't know what to do, because he doesn't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone anymore, that he's sitting here in this prison cell unresistingly. That he's accepted the fact that he's going to be executed, because otherwise... otherwise...

The white-haired man shoots him a distinctly unimpressed look. "It's not that complicated a question, kid."

"I..." Yuta swallows roughly. "I don't... I don't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone."

"Cute, but that's not what I asked," Gojo-san says. "Are you just going to try and kill yourself again?"

"Satoru, that's not-!"

"Let him answer the question, Suguru."

The scary man's eyes flick downwards briefly towards where a deformed hand-knife is hidden behind Yuta's chair. A knife that Rika-chan had destroyed when Yuta had attempted to... wait, how does he even know that?

But the question he'd asked... Yuta doesn't...

...

Yuta doesn't want to hurt anyone. And, he doesn't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone, either. The guilt of living like this, causing nothing but death and destruction wherever he goes, accomplishing nothing but bringing pain to other people's lives... that's not okay, and it makes bile rise in the back of his throat just thinking about it.

"You're the one who cursed her, even if it was accidental," Gojo-san tells him mercilessly. "So what is it that you want to do?"

Let's get married when we're older, Yuta.

We'll be together forever and ever!

That's a promise.

...

"I... I want to help Rika-chan."

"And if you can't?"

Yuta's hands clench into fists. "You said... you said that you might have a way. And, if it's my fault that Rika-chan is like this, then I... I have to do something about it."

"Because it's your responsibility?"

"Because I care about Rika-chan!"

The heavy imposing pressure in the air suddenly lifts; Yuta falls forward, gasping. He hadn't even noticed it creeping up on him-

Geto-san clicks his tongue. "You went a little overboard here, Satoru."

"Yeah, we'll take him on," the white-haired man ignores the comment and grins. "Help me draw up the papers? I know that Maki and the others will be just thrilled to have a new student joining them."

"... Draw them up yourself, I'm not your secretary."

"Aww, don't be like that, Suguru-"

#QA #Writing #zenith of stars au #twins au #excellent analysis anon #gojo is very much unimpressed by the gojo clan deciding that shiki deserves to die #simply because she had the audacity to be /born/#he is in the unique position to take care of his sister and give her a chance at the life that was taken away from her #and she's not hurting anyone #usually #so as far as gojo is concerned #anyone who gets in their way can go burn in hell

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sunboki · 2 years

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-> IT'S NOONA TO YOU

han jisung x implied fem! reader

warnings — alcohol usage, cursing, reader is almost harassed, protectiveness, fluff, comfort, drunkenness, reader is stressed, making out, somewhat suggestive content, mean bosses :(

w.c — 1.1k

summary — the drinking party your colleagues invited you to sounded like a great way to spend this long-awaited friday night, one of those colleagues being han jisung. he’d always been a sweetie to you, but when a drunk friend gets a little too comfortable you discover a side to han you’ve never seen before.

This week had been shit. The people you worked with were great, yeah, but your boss? He could choke for all you care.

You see, this lunatic had the nerve to place even more work on your shoulders on a Wednesday. Literally two days before a glorious Friday and two days before your colleagues wanted to meet up for drinks.

You pushed through, but not without a few mental break-downs and never-ending cups of coffee along the way.

Thursday evening was your breaking point, one day before a relaxing outing and you were convinced you’re losing it. Head shoveled into your hands with frustrated tears leaking between your fingers.

However the internal panic attack was disrupted by Han Jisung, by far one of the sweetest guys in the office who apparently was working late as well. He peeked his head over at you, round eyes filled with concern.

“Don’t look at me right now, I look horrible.” You groan, eyes screwed shut.

“I don’t care, I just want to make you feel better,” that sheepish smile returned to his face, guiding you out of your seat, “How about we go for chicken and beer?” The dark-brown haired boy suggested, eyebrows lifted expectantly.

“We’re having beer tomorrow with everyone else at the meet-up.” You groaned, beginning to edge back to where your desk was.

Yes, beer did sound great, but drinking with Jisung would have to wait until tomorrow. For now there was work to do, work that your asshole of a boss wanted finished.

“Then at least some coffee? You might need some more caffeine before getting back to work.” He sighed, giving the scattered mugs surrounding your space a dirty look.

And I mean, the sweetheart was trying his hardest to pull you from your stress, you might as well give in. Especially when he was offering you free coffee. How could you say no?

The iced beverage tasted better when you were sitting with Han, sipping away your misery for a short moment.

“Looking forward to tomorrow?” He glanced up, the wafting scent of his drink floating over to you. That’s when you realized the traitor wasn’t even drinking coffee at a coffee place, but tea instead. What a grandpa. But it was nice how he was doing this for your sake.

As you said, a sweetheart.

Maybe this was the support you needed to make it to the next day.

Wrong.

The remainder of the night was hell, but sending your boss a not-so-friendly message along with the finished documents sailed you to Friday.

Lucky for you, the few hours before your outing you’d spent getting ready for the drinking party—not typing away on your keyboard like a possessed spirit. Something comfortable but almost rewarding, like your good job badge of making it to the end of the week.

“Jeon and Makgeolli are better!”

“You dumbass it’s beer and chicken!”

Your colleagues playfully argued, laughing and clinking glasses around you. The atmosphere was lively. Actually, almost relieving.

Apart from Yuna, a friend of yours, trying to persuade you to mix Soju with beer, everything was going fantastic. That was.. apart from when a drunk Hojeong stumbled towards you.

“Oh.. Y/n’s so pretty. Don’t you think so?” He seemed to speak to Yuna who’d moved across the room long ago to talk to Jeongin, apparently hammered.

Unbeknownst to you, Han Jisung, the traitorous tea-drinker was staring at Hojeong with a not-so-friendly glare from across the table.

Not knowing how to react, you nervously laughed, discomfort written all over you. And when Hojeong slipped beside you on the long booth, you slid further away.

“Y/n~ don’t be getting all shy on me! I can’t help but want to be close to pretty girls.” But as his hand inched to grab your shoulder, an opposing force gripped Hojeong’s wrist, stopping his movements.

“First off it’s not Y/n, it’s Noona to you, can’t you see she’s uncomfortable? It’s disrespectful to touch a person without their permission.” This tone of voice was unlike you’d ever heard, especially not from the man with such a happy façade like last night. Upon realizing it was Jisung your jaw went slack.

Holy shit.

In all your years of working with Han Jisung, he’d never sounded so incredibly sexy and scary at the same time. Perhaps it was the few shots you’d had earlier or the way the veins in his forearms flexed unconsciously that had you melting in your seat.

“Ugh. Fun sucker.” Hojeong groaned, slumping like a dejected dog. Nonetheless he pulled away, leaving you to yourself—better yet, leaving you with the struggle of not being able to think of Jisung the same ever again.

Ironically, that happy façade appeared just as fast.

“Are you okay Noona? He didn’t touch you did he?” The worried man scanned you, brows knitted together anxiously.

“Can I kiss you, Jisung?” The words didn’t even appear to be a question, dazed as you glanced at his plush lips that looked far too lonely for your liking.

What was in those shots?

Han gulped, using his first name like that with that face was dangerous, especially coming from you. Not here. Not in this busy restaurant.

“We have to take this outside.” He led you to the side of the building, pout adorning his face, “Why would you ask that then.. I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.”

“Then lose control here, it’s just us.” You’re drunk. Because no way the Jisung you knew was picking you up by the thighs to practically eat your face in the hottest make-out you’d ever experienced.

First come first serve huh.

“Noona.. I want you.” Han hummed, soft pink lips swollen and hair tousled from your tugging—his eyes glazed over with lust.

“What happened to you? The soft-spoken Hannie.” You giggled, looking down at him whilst his arms securely held your legs around his waist, responding with a childish whine. His chubby cheeks dusting a rosy hue, you and your nicknames would be the death of him.

“C’mon, I’m walking you home.”

The stars looked exceptional, twinkling brightly overhead as the two of you trodded along the sidewalk towards your apartment. Yet the thought plaguing your head managed to slip out and likely threaten to ruin the atmosphere.

“You’re hot when you’re mad.” You mumbled, going point blank at the realization of what you just said. Out loud. Not a quiet, internal monologue. Out. Loud.

“What was that?”

“Huh? Nothing.. nothing at all. The wind.” You waved aimlessly, face burning.

He heard every word.

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sipony · 6 days

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Spiderbit Psychic-ghost au - probably long thread

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It was cold, dusted, and loud. Very loud. How long has it been since he felt haunted just by looking?

Cellbit has been on the run for all his life. From war; to prison; to being abandoned on an island; to now late rent, angry ex-clients and his past. Moving from place-to-place wasn’t really a problem, he never felt the need to belong somewhere.

Which is just fine since he will never have the money to do it anyway or a place without his face on a wanted poster.

So he contented himself with finding supposed haunted homes and spending a day or week working as a "exorcist" while his clients let him stay in the basement.

It was quite rare when he did felt something supernatural on them: like cursed items, illegal magic books or spirits - mostly weren’t really evil, just lost souls, but he had experienced enough people calling him crazy for seeing, hearing and feeling ghosts to learn they don't really want to know if there is a dead relative watching them sleep.

However, this time it was different.

Only a few weeks ago he got a email from a orphanaged to get rid of this child's curse. He didn't believed in it until he woke up with it trying to steal his tarot cards.

"What do you want to do with it?" He had asked.

"It´s interesting" It didn’t even flinch. "I wanted to feel them"

This self-made crap shit?

"Feel what?" His numb throat was hoarse, getting louder with his rougher tone.

"The blood" Cellbit flinch. "You used it first with blood, you remade them with paint, but I can still feel it underneath"

It passed the small child's fingertips over the pictures, one by one, stopping in the 'The Devil' card to mimic a joyful smile. "I make art with it too when I'm awake"

The next morning he was determined to get that rid of the kid's , Richarlyson, body. With led to a temporary adoption with Felps help - he also knows those two had some part in it too, but promised not try anything (with fingers crossed).

Now the hard part of his plan was finding a real haunted house so he could get whatever it was to stay in that instead.

Why?

Because he was pretty sure it would possessed him instead if he tried it in a safe environment.

It took him just some crayons and old paper work for the kid to shut up. Then weeks of research, pointless trips and padlocks for when Richarlyson slept. And now finally he was in front of the house of his dreams.

#spiderbit #guapoduo #guapoduo au

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Phantom bride event-Player is the last option Pt.2

Self-aware au

Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Trey Clover, Floyd Leech

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, cannibalism (a bit), kidnapping, violence, murder, obsession, possessiveness

First of all, how dare they to , are you work for them and secondly, HOW DARE THEY??!

But as we know Sebek is too much in awe to really yell in this situation

And then he remembers that everyone is frozen and that you are in grave danger

(Despite me being the author of this I sometimes feel bad of the Self-aware-au-you....)

Nu uh! Not on his watch!

If this was you simply being there as one of the many options in between and someone could still move then he would have been a lot calmer, probably planned your wedding already, and was sure that whoever could still move would protect you

But no, that is not the case

Instead you are standing there, without anybody to shield you, and proposing to a.... to a spoiled brat!

Dying young or not, this is unacceptable!

How shameful that someone like her shares the same rank with his master!

Sebek would duel her for your hand in marriage if things were normal (and he wouldn't be frozen) but this situation?

Planning to grind her into dust

Usually Sebek would try to look as best as possible so he wouldn't be a embarrassment for Malleus but that is thrown out of the window

He is screaming and if he could he would also be kicking

No one is safe from his wrath, not even you

Well then, if he can’t have you then no one can... Sebek is that some sort of red sauce of why is that... oh God, that is a real sword!

Trey already got your first “oath of eternal love” stolen from him and now you are also there? Alone? IN EVEN GRAVER DANGER??!

At this point he could rival Riddles angry... No he beats Riddles angry face, that's how red he gets

And then he starts to place the fault on himself

Why did he not try more?

Why did he not practice in advance?

The moment you stepped foot into this world he wanted nothing more than to be your one and only!

How useless could he get??!

And then rage returns

I swear, his emotions are more turbulent than the sea during a storm....

The guard near him is nervously sweating

Oh, you ask why?

Well, at this point he looks more like a vengeful spirit than a ordinary, capable of magic, human

Curse the princess! Curse her so that she will never be happy in her entire life!

It might be that h actually cursed her for real because in the future you will learn that she and her dear one seperated

(Chill Trey, don't just steal Maleficent's job!)

But after this you won't see the light of day ever again! Heck, you couldn't even dream of it because of the many heavy looks on your door and there not being any windows in the room

Floyd is already enraged enough by you being dressed like this for a entirely different person

But now you are also the last choice

You? Being send here by the headmage??!

Seems like there will be crow on tonights dining plan

But back to the problem we face right now

You can almost hear the treat in his head snap

Suddenly he goes all silent and glassy-eyed

In truth the eel is right now searching for any spell in his head which might help him in this situation

Wasn't there one that would throw someone's mind into madness for all eternity?

But oh, sadly he isn't powerful enough for that one.... (oh thank the princesses lucky stars!)

Afterwards you might want to... uh on second thought no

You don't want to talk it out with him

Floyd starts to be violent, and I mean much more than usual, even towards his bother

It was stolen from him! And you were in danger as well!

He can't trust anybody with your safety after this which leads to you having a fishtail and living somewhere in the sea in the middle of nowhere

See, isn't it nice down here? Just you and him and him and you and him! And with you of course!

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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Hello. If you are taking requests, can you write to yandere husbands Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Percival Graves, Severus Snape?

hi anon! thank you for the request, i hope you like it

i won't write great about the fantastic beasts characters because it's been a long time since i've seen it but i tried my best, i hope you enjoy! :)

Gellert Grindelwald

i feel like this man is possessive as hell

more of an isolating and protective yandere

he doesn't want anyone pressing a finger to any hair on your pretty little head

above all else he is driven and charismatic so after his obsession develops, he will immediately sneak in there and manipulate you

but he also wants you to depend on him, that way you will never leave

he wants to make you his whether or not you know it

he fills and indoctrinates you into think all muggles and wizards supporting them want to hurt you, that he's only trying to protect you because you're so special

he almost wants to curse you for gripping his heart so tightly, for controlling him without even knowing it

he has few qualms about killing in front of you but he'll try not to, just not very hard

when it comes to the wedding, he might try and convince you by inventing a false prophecy that if you don't he'll die

you wouldn't want to hurt him so, will you?

he doesn't like physically telling you how much he loves you, instead he'll say things like "We belong together." or "You're very special to me."

he does make an effort to keep you protected and feeling secure

and he doesn't like other people talking to you too much

if you also had a deep connection with Dumbledore then Grindelwald would make sure to server that tie, whispering lies about him wanting to betray or hurt you

as far as kids go I think he would them to keep his lock on you and to further his line but I'm not sure how deeply he would care for them

if any of them favoured your features however I think he would grow especially fond of those children in particular and teach their sibling to hold them in higher esteem

i think he would grow quite clingy over you, always keeping you on his arm when it's safe

Albus Dumbledore

this man already has a mischievous spirit and high charismatic presence so i feel like he could get you to trust him easily enough

after that he puts in all the works, fixating on you being in his life and drawing away for just long enough to keep you longing and missing him

he wants you to want him too, unlike some of the other yanderes who don't care so much about making your relationship real, he needs it

he would give you gifts in forms of sweets particularly so you associate them with him

he will insert himself into the most intimate parts of your life so you can't escape him

he doesn't want another lover to let him down like Gellert did so he manipulates what you can and can't do whether that be your friend suddenly avoiding you or you start feeling mysteriously ill out of nowhere

as a husband he is attentive and will likely bring you to live at hogwarts by his side, never leaving his sight

he doesn't lock you away though, he doesn't need to when he has you safely among the school

how much trouble can you get up to under his watchful eye?

he gets a certain thrill when there is danger about and you crawl into his protective hold

if you start teaching he will encourage it in fact, liking the way you integrate your lives together

as far as children goes he doesn't really want them, your always surrounded by them and watching grow, if you really want one then he won't mind you giving some extra support to some of the kids or being particularly parental but other than that he's not fussed

he is a regretful man and so i think he also makes a point to make sure none of those regrets include you even if his antics get quite obsessive, giving you flowers almost everyday and smothering you with affection as soon as he wakes up even if you're still asleep

if you ever died he would want to go with you and enjoy "the next great adventure" by your side

he doesn't intend to live without you

Aberforth Dumbledore,

in his school years that instead of negotiating, he preferred to settle things by duelling and combat

therefore i imagine he would approach this in a similar way

unlike his brother, he does not dedicate himself to winning your affection or charming you, he may very well attempt at developing a love potion or just take you away

he was not above using underhanded tactics against his foes and you would see this in how he interacts with you, for example he might use polyjuice potion to gain your trust in someone you are close with's body

he doesn't care how he gets you, just that he does get you

i think he could very well be a punishing yandere if you do not give in to him

as for the wedding i think he would want a small ceremony if any at all

potentially could use influencing spells such as the imperius curse if he won't get caught

i could see him wanting you to have a daughter with him so he could name her Ariana to honour his sister

whether or not you are a wizard/witch yourself, he is far more powerful than any other and he knows it

legilimency is frequent in your relationship, he doesn't see much point in asking you something if he can just know it already and the more he finds out the harder he falls, your thoughts infiltrating his brain is what fed his attraction to you in the first place

he will hold a grudge if you try to escape and will make the effort to make sure you watch while tied up as he blocks off every possible exit you could make

eventually his trust will be earned back but it might take a year or longer

Percival Graves

this one was a bit trickier because out of everyone i know the least about him but i think he would be a calculative yandere...precise

he is ambitious and serious

he does care about what you want and is willing to develop a romantic or platonic arrangement but he will always see you as his

if you're not married to him then you won't be married to anyone at all

he will trick people carrying romantic interest to you with rumours and lies about you until you come crying to him, he likes to comfort you and will do whatever it takes to feel your warm body in his arms

he will consistently take you to work events and slowly make you dependent and close with people connected to him and only him

he doesn't mind how long it takes until you get to the point where you accept his advances, he can wait

all because he knows it's necessary and once you are together then he will never have to work so diligently for it ever again

the wedding will seep of extravagance and he will keep the ceremony intimate

this is for you and him, no one else

he doesn't particularly care if people try and convince you to leave him, he dispels any of your worries by telling you they are poisoning your mind

he knows them better than you do, he assures, listen to him and no one else

he won't be a very bloody yandere i don't think

he's got too much at stake and he knows that if you ever found out about it then everything would be over

i don't know whether or not he would care for children, i think he would prefer to keep a small family

Severus Snape

this man has already lost one woman he believed himself to be in love with, he doesn't want to lose another one

and if anyone takes away the person he is infatuated with then there will be hell to pay

he has the dark lord on his side now but he is also a skilled potions master, if someone gets to close to you he can easily slip an extra helping into their cup or food of something less...appetising

enough to maim them seriously, maybe in an indistinguishable way

he will only resort to murder as a last stitch attempt

he can't lose you, he refuses to

he won't propose, he knows he won't accept no as an answer anyway and will force an agreement, perhaps threatening those you care about so he can keep you

as far as archetypes go i think he would be on the eliminating side of things

Lily chose James over him and so he simply won't give a choice this time

doesn't have the energy for such things

he doesn't have time for it and he's not lenient either

surprisingly he's not too possessive, he will keep a keen eye on the friends you choose but won't hurt them if he thinks he can trust them enough

he's not particularly fond of children so i don't think he would push the subject but if you wanted them i could see him begrudgingly complying

when he sees harry he is still furiously raging at the sight but it will be subdued if you have children of your own

i could see him locking you away once the war is started no matter what side he is on

Voldemort killed Lily, he will have no problem kill you too if you're on the side of the order

whichever side of the war you are on, so will he

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I Put a Spell On You

Real Married (Part 2)

“Danny, I would like to request that you return the favor from the other day in kind.”

Damian set his books down next to Danny’s at the library table casually, as if he hadn’t just implied that he wanted to fake date Danny again.

Swallowing, Danny returned his attention to his laptop, typing away resolutely and hoping his blush wasn’t too red.

“Sure, what’s the occasion?”

He thought he saw Damian smile smugly out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head, his technical-husband had on his typical blank expression.

“My family is under the impression that I have a significant other, and Grayson was so excited. I cannot bear to disappoint him.”

Danny chuckled.

“Yeah, from what you’ve told me, that tracks. When do you need me?”

“I would like to hold the ruse for at least a month, culminating in a gala at which point we will be free to stage a breakup.”

Squinting, Danny stared at his friend. Fake boyfriend.

“You’re doing this to get out of going to galas again, aren’t you.”

Damian shrugged.

“That is one of the benefits, yes.”

Danny laughed and saved his work, closing his laptop and taking Damian’s hand.

“Alright, boyfriend. Take me out to lunch.”

His husband lifted Danny’s hand to his lips, a smirk dancing across his face.

“Anything for you, Beloved.”

~~~

The next month was wonderful- Danny swanned around on Damian’s arm half the time, and let himself indulge in all the little touches and lingering kisses that he wanted. Damian hadn’t told him when they were meeting his family, but given Damian’s nature, his family probably kept an eye on him somehow anyways.

He especially liked it when Damian wore jeans- a rare occasion, but it meant he could slide one hand into Damian’s back pocket possessively. It made the part of him that was the ghost king 24/7 feel like he was doing something right when it came to his consort.

Danny couldn’t help that he was a guardian spirit. Or that it felt like he was guarding Damian somehow the more he staked his (fake) claim.

Sam and Tucker spent at least an hour teasing him about it when he told them what was going on.

“Danny, you really should tell him how you feel.”

Danny pouted at Jazz.

“He’s not the kind of person who would be okay with that, Jazz. It’s fine, though, I found the ritual to dissolve the marriage. I’ll tell him after the gala.”

Jazz looked at him judgmentally.

“You have to tell him the truth, Danny, or you’ll be heartbroken in the end.”

“I already am.”

~~~

The dreaded gala came before Danny wanted it to. Damian had taken him to get a suit fitted, somehow keeping a hand on him throughout the entire process.

They looked good together- Danny in a black suit with dark green accents and Damian in a matching green suit with black accents. It was a whirlwind getting into the gala, cameras flashing and snapping the entire walk into the venue, Damian’s hand heavy on Danny’s waist.

Danny did his best to focus on the warmth on his hip instead of the nerves roiling in his stomach. He had to not only fake date Damian tonight, but fake fight him and fake break up with him.

He also promised himself that he would tell Damian about the ritual after. The heavy tome that he’d gotten from the Realms sat innocently on his apartment table, disguised to look like a textbook.

“Beloved?”

With a start, he looked up at Damian, who was watching him with concern flickering in his emerald eyes.

“Are you alright, Beloved? We can leave if you are overwhelmed.”

Danny shook his head, noting that Damian’s family was waiting for them a little ways into the venue.

“It’s no more overwhelming than anything here in Gotham.”

Damian smiled gently and leaned down to kiss him, sparking a cacophony of camera flashes and reporters yelling questions.

The two of them made their way past the doors and into the throng of party-goers.

“You must be Danny. I’m sure there’s no need for us to introduce ourselves.”

Danny smiled at Bruce Wayne guilelessly.

“Of course not! Damian speaks highly of all of you. Thank you very much for the invitation tonight- everything looks wonderful.”

Bruce Wayne smiled back, a sharp glint in his eye as he sized Danny up. Danny didn’t flinch, holding the billionaire’s gaze without hesitation.

After a few moments, the older man nodded and turned away, his smile growing wide and insincere.

Danny, a person with no self control, looked mischievously up at Damian.

“I don’t know, Dames- Bernard in psych might be right. The butts do match.”

Three of the other Bats near them snickered, but Damian just looked fondly down at Danny.

Ancients, Damian was a good actor. Danny knew he was just letting himself enjoy this, but Damian surely must be putting on an act. He couldn’t feel the same way, not in a million years. Their connection was forced in the first place, and Danny couldn’t- he couldn’t take more advantage of that than he already had.

Damian led him onto the dance floor, and then into a slow swaying dance.

Danny, pressed close to his soon-to-be ex-husband and the love of his life, couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I found the ritual to fix the- marriage thing.”

“Oh?”

Nodding, Danny focused on their feet.

“Yeah. It’s at my apartment. We can go take care of that after, if you want?”

Damian was quiet for a long time, so Danny finally worked up enough courage to look up at the other man.

“Are you- angry?”

“No, Beloved.”

The crease in between his eyebrows told Danny differently.

“You look angry.”

“I am not.”

Danny stopped dancing and pulled away from Damian. Okay, might as well start this fight, then.

“I don’t like you lying to me, Dames.”

He heard whispers start to wash over the room as they looked at each other. Danny put his hands on his hips.

Damian crossed his arms.

“I thought you were more observant, Daniel.”

“Don’t call me that.”

The rest of the sentence caught up to Danny.

“What was I supposed to be observing?”

“You really hadn’t noticed? You- of course you hadn’t. You were so focused on finding out how to end this that you never looked at me.”

Danny took a step back at the venom in Damian’s voice, his eyes widening.

“Never looked at you? I- I looked at you the entire time! If I had my way I’d never- Ancients, Damian, you’re the one who doesn’t-“

He cut himself off, feeling ice start to creep across the floor as his emotions took hold.

“Doesn’t what?”

Damian’s voice was quiet, but dangerous, as if Danny had said something horrible.

Danny stayed quiet, stubbornly looking away.

“Doesn’t what, Danny.”

He made the mistake of looking back at Damian, and the anger on his husband’s face made him snap.

“Doesn’t love me back, Damian! You- you were forced into this arrangement in the first place, and I appreciate the help you’ve given me, but I don’t- I don’t want you to feel obligated just because I’m so besotted!”

Danny was practically yelling by the end of his confession, and the look on Damian’s face had changed from anger to shock during it.

“You- Beloved.”

Damian stalked forward, and Danny could only stand frozen until the taller man gathered him into his arms and drew him into a passionate kiss.

It took a moment for Danny to realize what was happening, but then he participated enthusiastically, melting into Damian’s embrace.

When neither of them could breathe, Damian pulled back a fraction of an inch.

“I do not want you to leave me, Danny. I want to tie you to me in this world as we are tied in the next. Please- I beg of you, and I do not beg often. Stay with me, Beloved.”

Danny wrapped his arms around Damian’s neck and drew his husband into another kiss.

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