#i think the name we though of for mini was like. something-star

[plutotheplum]

chapter three | the star

xavier x fem!reader

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, his fingers skimming across your cheek, trailing over your lips. “How could I not be jealous?” Xavier whispers, letting go of your hair to lean closer, his fingers sliding under your chin. “How could I not mark you up when you look like this, all pretty and soft under me?”

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, modern au, smut, fluff, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, hickeys, overstimulation, finger-sucking, mild dom/sub undertones

wc: 6.5k

a/n: a little late, but it's here! fun fact, xavier was actually my fav when the game first released :3 taglist is closed now, i'm sorry!!

also on ao3!

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So maybe deciding to fuck five men to have a baby wasn’t the brightest idea you’d ever had.

You were still a bit sore from yesterday, even though you’d managed to shove Rafayel off of the bed, despite all his complaining, for him to go and get you a hot cloth to press against your sore, achy thighs.

Funnily enough, you and Xavier had somehow ended up in the same apartment complex, which meant you didn’t have to do much preparation, other than invite him over really. A yawn escapes you as you stare at the television boredly, watching the shitty cooking show that was playing.

You’d wrapped yourself up in a couple of blankets, too lazy to do anything today other than lounge around until Xavier got here. Quiet, sweet Xavier. A light flush covers your cheeks when you think of him, remembering the time you’d both let go of your inhibitions. 

The elevator had been having problems that fateful week and despite all the warnings and the little poster attached to the steel doors, you were too lazy to take the stairs. Xavier had just happened to turn up and step inside the elevator with you, mumbling something about how unsafe it was to go up alone. 

It’d been fine… until it had broken down. 

You’d had a mini panic attack until Xavier had calmed you down, grabbing ahold of your hands to stop your nervous fidgeting, his body pressing closer until all you could see in that moment was him. His soothing words were like balm to your frayed soul and you could still remember the way he’d cupped your cheek and how your knees had gone weak. 

You still didn’t know how it had happened, one moment he was shushing your panicked mutterings and the next his nose had brushed against yours, lips capturing yours hungrily. The rest was history. You were just glad security hadn’t seen the way Xavier had hoisted you up into his arms, his cock sliding into your cunt with firm, measured thrusts that had you crying out his name.

The memory was enough to make your thighs press together even now. 

You shuffle up onto your feet when you hear a knock on the door, brushing your lustful thoughts away for the moment.

“Hi,” you chirp, smiling up at Xavier.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

Your gaze drifts over him. A hoodie and sweats; Xavier somehow managed to look handsome in the plainest of clothes.

“You wanna come in?” you ask, raising your brows when he stands outside your doorway, shifting on his feet.

“Yeah,” Xavier replies, “yeah, I’ll come in.”

“Did you want a drink or something?” you continue, shutting the door behind you, sparing him a glance as he brushes away the bundle of blankets on your couch, his thighs spreading as he gets comfortable. “I have juice or soda or-”

“C’mere,” he murmurs, tugging you closer until you’re standing between his legs. Your brows raise, but you do as he wants, humming softly when he wraps his arms around your legs, his face nuzzling into your stomach.

“You okay?” you ask gently, beginning to pet his hair. “We don’t have to do this if you’re tired.”

The silver strands are soft, your fingers running through them easily. Xavier mumbles out an incoherent answer and you watch the flutter of his lashes when he leans back, his shoulders sagging before he presses his face into your stomach again. A faint smile pulls at your lips, nails scratching at his scalp gently.

“‘m not tired,” Xavier mumbles, peering up at you for a moment, “and I want to do this. I agreed to it, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you affirm, brushing his hair out of his brows, fingers smoothing across his skin gently. “Perhaps you’re sleepy then,” you tease playfully, eyes widening when Xavier suddenly hooks an arm around your thigh, hoisting you up onto his lap. “Xavier-”

“I want to hold you,” he says quietly, his bright eyes meeting your bewildered expression, warm hands smoothing over your thighs and up your hips, caressing your waist. “Can I do that, please?”

“Oh,” you say, slightly taken aback. All you can manage is a jerky nod, a light flush covering your cheeks at his gentle voice. You’re not so used to such… gentleness. 

Xavier peers up at you, his fingers pressing into your back to help you relax until you stop holding yourself up on your knees and sink down lower, finally settling on his lap. His fingers thread through your hair, pushing at the back of your head gently until you rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his neck as you snuggle closer.

It’s cozy and comforting and Xavier’s body is akin to a heater. Feeling your eyes droop, you press your face into the crook of your neck, letting out a sleepy hum.

“You’re roping me into sleeping,” you mumble, a contented coo leaving you when he rubs your back. 

“Rest is good,” Xavier offers, his lips brushing across your cheek fleetingly, “sleep and when you’re ready, I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Anything?” you ask sleepily.

“Anything.”

“Even a baby?”

A small smile pulls at Xavier’s lips, a gentle kiss pressed to your hair.

“Especially a baby.”

- 

You wake up to the heat of Xavier’s mouth against your neck.

Brows furrowing, your eyes blink open blearily to find Xavier’s head buried into the crook of your neck. When he scrapes his teeth against your skin, a soft, sleepy noise leaves you, eyes slipping shut momentarily.

“You tricked me,” you murmur, fingers sliding through his soft hair. 

“I didn’t trick you,” Xavier sighs, his hot breath fanning across your neck, making you shiver. “I simply… left out some details.”

A whine escapes you when he kisses your throat, head tilting the opposite way when he kisses your neck on the other side, his tongue laving across your skin, mouth smacking quietly against your skin before trailing down. His fingers pull at your shirt, enough for him to kiss across your sternum before latching on once more, sucking a hickey into your skin.

“How many did you leave?” you ask, squirming in his lap when he cups your breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

“Enough,” he replies vaguely, his head tilting to peek down your shirt to get a glimpse of your tits, humming in satisfaction when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra. 

“Enough?” you echo, fingers brushing across your neck, hissing softly when you feel how tender your skin is. “Enough for what?”

Xavier stares back at you blankly and you raise your brows expectantly, poking his chest in question. When he stays quiet, you narrow your eyes, pinning him in place until he gives; his gaze flitting away from you.

“Please don’t tell me you did what I think you did.”

“I didn’t,” Xavier supplies innocently, grumbling when you manage to jostle yourself off of his lap and out of his grip, padding into your bathroom, jaw dropping when you see what he’s done to your neck while you were asleep.

“What the fuck?” you squeak out, switching on the light to get a better look. “Xavier, what the fuck?”

Purple and pink splotches cover your neck, marked into every spot of free skin, save for the back of your neck which seems untouched when you crane your neck awkwardly, trying to assess the damage. 

You look like you’ve been viciously attacked by a damn vampire. 

“This is- is more than- than- ugh! I don’t know!” you exclaim frustratedly. “I can’t even go out looking like this now!”

“Good,” Xavier mutters, crossing his arms as leans against the doorway, his gaze tracking you as you flutter about the bathroom frantically, watching quietly while you rub a bit of concealer into a purplish splotch to see whether it would disappear. 

It doesn’t.

“Good?” you snap, glaring up at him, “you call this,” you gesture to your discolored and marked-up neck, “good?”

“Yes, good,” Xavier repeats stubbornly, snatching your concealer and setting it down on the vanity, his hands sliding up over your hips to pick up and set you on the vanity after, stepping in between your thighs when you try to squirm away. “Now stop moving.”

Your eye twitches as you glare at him harder, crossing your arms over your chest when he digs through a couple of your drawers, fishing out a pack of makeup wipes.

“Fuck off,” you murmur, swatting his hand away when he tries to rub a wipe against your neck, lips thinning in irritation. 

“What? You want a kiss to feel better, baby?” 

“W- what?” you sputter when you hear Xavier’s voice, his question sending a pleasant thrill through your body that settles in your lower stomach, making you feel warm.

“I said, do you want a kiss to make you feel better?” he murmurs, catching your flailing hand this time, smoothing the wipe against your neck to get rid of the futile job of concealing you’d attempted in vain. 

“No,” you grouse, frown deepening as you look away, too stubborn to give into Xavier’s whims just yet.

“No?” Xavier sighs, looming closer until he noses into your cheek, lips pressing against it in a gentle kiss. “I’ll be cumming inside of you soon and you’re worried about a couple of hickeys?”

“Stop- stop talking like that,” you hiss, hand slapping over his mouth in an attempt to stop his strangely arousing words, unused to the change in his demeanor. “And it wasn’t just a couple, you’ve practically mauled my entire neck.”

Xavier sends you an annoyed look, his words too muffled for you to hear when you press your hand against his mouth harder. Asshole. You wanted to glow with motherhood, not to look like you’d been punched in the throat repeatedly. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out when he finally manages to pull your hand away from his mouth, his grip firm as he catches your other wrist that shoots out in an attempt to shut him up. “I’m sorry for leaving so many hickeys, okay?”

“The damage is already done,” you mumble, looking away from him, tugging your wrists free from him.

“That’ll show Caleb,” he mumbles under his breath, barely audible.

Your ears prick up when you hear Caleb’s name being uttered. Right. Xavier was jealous. You seriously should have thought this plan through better. 

It doesn’t help when Xavier presses closer, nosing into your cheek apologetically, his voice soft.

“I‘m sorry, baby.”

“I don’t care if you’re sorry, Xavier.”

He sighs heavily, leaning back to run a hand through his hair. Your annoyance grows when you watch his hair fall back into place perfectly, the man before you still looking calm and composed. 

“What do you want me to do, then?” he asks, raising his brows. “Get on my knees and grovel?”

Your brows raise at his suggestion, satisfaction coursing through you. That’d be a sight. “Yes, actually,” you reply flippantly, “you should definitely get on your knees and grovel.”

“Okay.”

Taken aback isn’t the right word to describe your expression when Xavier sinks down onto his knees in your bathroom. You shuffle forward on the vanity, blinking down at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish of water. Your mouth shuts soon after when he reaches out, grasping your foot.

Xavier’s fingers slide over your foot, thumb pressing into the arch of it, lifting your foot, his mouth pressing against your ankle in a reverent kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, turning your foot in his hand to press another to your ankle. “I should’ve asked and I shouldn’t have left so many.”

“You’re right,” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t waver too much, betraying your arousal. “You should’ve asked.”

It’s uncomfortable, sitting on the vanity like this. You can’t squirm too much, it’ll give you away, but the stickiness in your panties has become unbearable with the way Xavier continues to talk, his voice smooth and soft. The fact that he’s on his knees isn’t helping either, your toes curling involuntarily with every brush of his mouth against your foot.

You’re not completely oblivious to what he’s doing. Xavier might seem unassuming, but you can feel the way his mouth parts against your ankle, his tongue darting out to taste your skin briefly. 

Xavier’s intentions become clear when his mouth trails up your leg, uttering repeated apologies. “I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, baby…” You jolt when his teeth scrape against your inner thighs, his hands smoothing up over your legs, to pull you towards him. 

“Do you accept my apology?” he asks innocently, kissing your thigh again, nudging closer until his face presses right between your thighs, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathes you in. “Fuck… I think you do, baby.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, fingers pushing at his head to try and get him out from between your thighs, only for an unbidden moan to slip out of your mouth when he pulls your sleep shorts to the side and runs his tongue along your drenched panties. 

“You don’t sound very sorry,” you manage breathlessly, foot worming in between to press against his chest, pushing him back. 

Xavier’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes darkening when you deny him. Your hips roll when he strokes his fingers against the sole of your foot, a soft sigh leaving you.

“I think I apologized at least ten times,” Xavier replies, huffing out an irritated breath when you pull your foot free.

When he lurches towards you, you click your tongue, shaking your head.

“Stay.”

Xavier pauses, cursing under his breath, his hand slipping down to press against his half-hard cock. You smile when he stays, kneeling on the floor obediently. Squirming on the vanity, you pull your shorts along with your panties, dangling the fabric on your finger.

It drops from your finger onto the floor and Xavier twitches, his eyes closing momentarily to restrain himself. 

“Look,” you whisper, voice lilting, “look, Xavier.”

When his eyes open, you can spot the spread of a pinkish flush dusted across his cheeks, his ears reddened prettily, eyes going half-lidded when he sees your wet pussy on display. You let your fingers slip between your thighs, a needy whine leaving you, your slick webbing between your fingers as you spread your puffy folds, letting him see more.

You smile at him, circling your clit before your fingers press inside of your cunt briefly, voice turning into a whiny complaint. “I feel so empty, Xavier.”

“What are you playing at?” Xavier asks, his voice hoarse with desire.

“I‘m not playing at anything,” you murmur, “‘m just… relieving myself. Is that a problem?”

“Yes,” he mutters entirely too quickly, his hand pressing against the hard bulge in his sweats harder, a ragged breath leaving him. “It is a problem. Let me up, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, squirming when he looks up at you like that, flushed and needy. Your mouth opens in another moan, hips rocking needily across the vanity, desperate for relief. 

“Xavier.”

It’s enough to have his resolve snapping, and your arms wrap around his neck when he surges up to his feet, stepping between your dangling legs, his mouth crashing onto yours. You moan into the kiss, pawing at his hoodie, trying to drag him closer.

“Didn’t come see me after the elevator, then you say you want a baby,” he rasps against your lips, hands sliding under your thighs to pick you up, his head tipping back when you latch onto his throat. “Been too busy fucking other men, hm? My cock wasn’t good enough for you?”

“It- it was,” you protest, feet locking around his waist when he carries you out of the bathroom. You mewl against his neck when he squeezes your thighs roughly.  “It was really good.”

“Could’ve given you a fucking baby in that elevator if you’d asked,” Xavier mutters, tossing you onto your bed, lips slotting over yours once more for another hungry kiss. He kisses you breathless, his hands squeezing at your ass greedily, kneading your hips soon after.

You laugh against his lips, smiling lazily when you feel his lips twitch, eyes finding his.

“An elevator isn’t exactly a baby-conceiving location.”

Xavier huffs out an amused breath against your cheek, his lips trailing down your jaw. “I did fuck you without a condom.”

“And I liked it,” you murmur, cupping his jaw to draw him back to you, lips smacking against his.

“I figured as much,” Xavier muses, leaning back.

You watch appreciatively when he pulls his hoodie over his head smoothly, a dreamy look coming across your face when you slide your hands up his chest, eyes fluttering when he does the same to your thighs, his palms warm against your skin.

“You look good,” you breathe out, squirming under him when he gropes at the fat of your ass, your hand sneaking lower to palm him through his sweats.

“Thank you,” Xavier murmurs, his voice growing increasingly strained the more you caress his clothed cock.

You shift awkwardly, your bed dipping at your movements, drawing a laugh out of Xavier when he nearly topples over you. You smile up at him, nuzzling against his warm chest, lips drifting across his abdomen, pressing kisses here and there.

Xavier groans, his fingers sliding through your hair as you mouth at him, pulling your head back.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, his fingers skimming across your cheek, trailing over your lips. “How could I not be jealous?” Xavier whispers, letting go of your hair to lean closer, his fingers sliding under your chin. “How could I not mark you up when you look like this, all pretty and soft under me?”

There’s a dangerous thump in your chest, one that has you lurching forward, neck craning up to meet his kiss when he dips his head. You feel hot, heart rampantly beating at his words, wanting more of his praise, of his devotion. It’s selfish of you, really.

“Please,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut when he kisses your cheek, “please, Xavier.”

“I know,” he soothes, his hand smoothing over your side, “I’ll give you what you want, baby.”

Xavier’s hands slip under your shirt, pulling it up over your head. You sigh softly against his lips when he kisses you again, his fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples until he manages to draw out another needy whimper from your lips.

You pout when he pulls away, your expression mirroring his when he frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“You let Rafayel mark you up.”

Brows furrowing, you look down, spotting the lingering but faint splotches on the side of your breasts. 

“That’s hardly anything compared to what you’ve done to my neck,” you mumble, arms sliding over your chest when he eyes your tits intently, feeling shy. 

“I take it back,” he sighs, pulling your hands away from your chest. “It wasn’t enough.”

You yelp when he surges towards you, one of his hands grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them up above your head.

“X- Xavier!”

“Be good, sweetheart,” he mutters, mouthing over the faint marks, making you moan.

You whine under him, writhing when he swirls his tongue over your nipple, back arching to offer more of yourself up to him. Xavier grunts against you, his free hand coming to pin down your bucking hips that’d begun to rock against his clothed thigh, your body unabashed and uninhibited.

“‘m gonna make you mine,” Xavier rasps, peering up at you, his tongue lewdly flicking at your nipple before mouthing at the side of your breast, teeth scraping and mouth sucking until he pulls back satisfied, kissing the darkened mark on your skin. “And you’re going to be full of my cum, okay? Gonna be pregnant with my fucking baby.”

You nod your head rapidly and Xavier smiles against your chest, his lips trailing down over your ribs. When he frees your wrists, you slide your fingers through his soft hair, thighs pressing together in an attempt to relieve the ache in your pussy.

“Please touch me,” you gasp, “please… please?”

“You beg so sweetly,” he sighs, the tip of his nose brushing against your breast again, his mouth latching on once more. Sharp, ragged noises leave you, eyes squeezing shut when he finally slips a hand between your thighs. “Baby, you’re dripping.”

You flush, blinking down at Xavier when he shuffles down, his cheek resting against your thigh as he spreads your puffy folds open, swearing under his breath when he sees the strings of slick clinging stubbornly to you.

“‘s all for you,” you whisper, spreading your thighs a little more to try and entice him to bury his face between your thighs. “All for you, Xavier. Not Rafayel, not Caleb, not Zayne or Sylus. Just you.”

“Just for me,” he echoes, fingers flexing against your thighs. “Do you promise?”

“I promise,” you affirm, reaching down to rub your fingers against your clit, a soft moan leaving your lips. “Don’t you want what’s yours?”

“I know what you’re d-”

Slick-coated fingers press against his lips, pushing forward until you press them into his mouth, fingers resting on his tongue. Your cunt clenches around nothing when Xavier sucks your fingers, his darkened gaze never straying from your cunt, thumbing your folds further apart to watch your pussy clench again.

You moan when he slides his tongue between your fingers, sucking them clean before pulling off with a muted pop.

“All yours,” you offer again, voice breathless and eager.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, shooting you a hungry stare, “all fucking mine, baby. Every inch of you.”

You lose your ability to hold yourself up on your elbows when Xavier buries his face between your thighs, his tongue licking and swirling through your folds, low groans emanating from him.

Thighs twitching, your fingers fist his hair, unable to keep your sounds quiet any longer. Xavier slurps at your pussy, the sounds of him lapping at your cunt mixing with your unrestrained moans, the atmosphere in your bedroom laden with lust.

“You taste so good,” he whines, nuzzling into your thigh, pressing a wet kiss to your skin. “I could do this for hours.”

A hazy mewl is your response, hips rolling up to meet his mouth. You squeal when he sucks your sensitive clit into your mouth, toes curling against his back, feeling his muscles flex everytime he has to pin your thighs down, stopping you from clamping them around his head.

“Oh,” you whine, eyes squeezed so shut you think you’re seeing stars. “Xavier, fuck- ‘s too much-”

“Too much?” he breathes out against your pussy, “you asked for this, baby. Now be a good girl and take it.”

You think you could cum alone from his voice, stern and unbudging. He wasn’t like this in the elevator, far more desperate, far more out of control. Now, Xavier seems restrained, like he knows what he’s doing and knows what he wants.

His tongue laving over your pussy is enough to have you thinking that you might pass out, chest rising and falling with ragged pants, Xavier’s hand reaching to paw at your breasts, groping soon after. You whimper when he pinches your nipples, the sharp sensation going straight down to make your cunt clench. 

Xavier’s teeth scrape across your puffy folds, and your eyes snap open, shooting him a panicked look, only for him to smile against your pussy, his tongue lolling out to trail over your swollen, aching clit lazily. 

“Gonna let me mark you up here?” he asks, pressing a reverent kiss to your clit, his fingers pressing against your inner thigh in question, as close as possible to your pussy.

“I- I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you whisper, tugging his hair, hips rolling up to meet his awaiting mouth, back arching when he licks over your wet pussy sloppily.

“You’re right,” Xavier smiles up at you, boyish and eyes twinkling, “it’s a great idea.”

You roll your eyes, although his quip makes you laugh, arms wrapping around his neck when he crawls up over you again. He licks into your mouth, swallowing your noises when you taste yourself on his tongue, eager pussy trying to suck in his fingers that he rubs against you.

“C’mon,” he whispers, pecking your lips, “please, baby?”

You’re much too easily swayed because you’re nodding, hands sliding over his firm chest, tongue trailing over his lower lip playfully. Xavier moans against your lips, and you follow soon after when he curls his fingers inside of you, beginning to thrust them in and out of you.

“Fine,” you murmur, “but only a few.”

Xavier shoots you a displeased look, pressing an agitated kiss to your mouth, muttering under his breath about how stubborn you are. He takes what you give him though, slinking back down to kiss your inner thighs, getting to work.

You clench around his fingers, mewling and whining with every thrust of his fingers, every drag of his tongue against your skin. When he’s fussed over your thighs, he returns his mouth to your clit, sucking it into his hot mouth, tongue swirling and flicking over the swollen bud.

“Gonna cum,” you whine, thighs squeezing around his hand, the sensations of his tongue almost overwhelming against your clit, every suck and slurp causing heat to pool in your stomach.

“Do it,” he rasps, fingers slipping out of you in favor of running his tongue over your wet pussy, a deep groan emanating from his throat. “Cum on my tongue, baby.”

It’s too much, the swirl of his tongue, the pets of his fingers against your clit. All it takes is Xavier pressing his tongue into your fluttering hole to have you squealing, toes curling and back arching as you cum on his tongue. You mewl dazedly, thighs twitching when he strokes over your clit more firmly.

“That felt good,” you mumble, playing with his hair absentmindedly. 

You blink down at Xavier when he doesn’t reply, legs kicking out when he sucks your clit into his mouth again, the overstimulation enough to make you writhe.

“I- I already came!” you squeak out, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he sinks two fingers inside of your fluttering pussy.

“You can do it again,” Xavier mutters, kissing your thigh and then your hip, “can’t you, sweetheart?”

“N- nghhhh- no,” you whine, shaking your head, hips bucking up, your mind feeling delirious with pleasure. 

“Yes, you can,” he breathes out, peering up at you, spitting down onto your cunt lewdly, the sensation making you let out a shuddering breath. “You said you were mine, that this was mine,” Xavier whispers, his fingers rubbing his spit into your pussy, “remember?”

Fuck. You had said that, hadn’t you? 

“No?” you offer innocently, averting your gaze when Xavier narrows his eyes. “I don’t quite recall…”

“Better start recalling,” he huffs out, although you can feel his smile against your skin, his teeth nipping at the fat of your thigh playfully. 

“Just one more time,” you murmur, “okay?”

Xavier hums, busying himself between your thighs again. You don’t miss the way his hips grind against your bed, humping needily everytime he slurps at your pussy. It makes you horribly wet, and you’re tugging at his hair hard, unable to keep yourself from writhing. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper and whine, cheek squishing into your pillows.

Xavier tightens his grip on you everytime your thighs twitch, his arms winding around your thighs in a final attempt to keep you in place.

“Stop trying to squirm off of my mouth,” Xavier grouses, “just want you to cum, baby. Stop being so stubborn.”

You manage out a shuddery whine in response, clawing at the sheets when he sucks on your clit harshly, the sounds of his lips smacking against your sloppy pussy obscene in the quietness of your apartment. 

He keeps you there, fingers thrusting lazily, tongue petting across your clit, his spit leaking down between your asscheeks until you cum again with a sharp cry of his name, shuddering violently, body curling in on itself.

“Good girl,” he soothes, rising up between your thighs, his lips wet against your cheek, “good girl, sweetheart. You did so well.”

You sniffle, snuggling up into his chest, eyes drooping shut tiredly. Xavier’s hand smooths over the curve of your hip, pulling you closer, his voice soft as he whispers sweet praises, kissing your cheek every now and then.

You can feel him not trying to move too much but you can feel the press of his arousal against your hip, hot and hard, straining against his sweats. Despite your tiredness, there’s still a dull ache between your thighs, only one Xavier’s cock can relieve.

Pretending to snuggle closer, your hand creeps down, brushing against his hard, clothed cock. You can hear the hitch of his breath, a shuddery exhale leaving him when you brush your hand against him again.

“You- ah- you should rest,” he begins, fingers threading through your hair.

Shaking your head, you blink up at him innocently, hand sliding into his sweats to finally feet him. Xavier’s cock is hot, twitching in your greedy grip when you squeeze, a whine leaving him when you drift your thumb across the head of it, smearing pre-cum along the length.

“You said you’d give me a baby,” you whisper, “remember?”

He glares at you when you throw his words back at him, his head tipping back when you pull his sweatpants down, a moan leaving him as you throw a leg over one of his, pressing closer as you stroke his cock at a languid pace.

“No wonder everyone’s wrapped around your fucking finger,” he mutters, sliding his hand over his flushed face, “you’re insatiable, sweetheart.”

You smile up at him sweetly, mouthing across his throat, hand working up and down his cock in slow pumps, mewling softly against him when pre-cum wets your hand. Xavier pants when you scrape your teeth across his neck, suckling at his skin until you’re satisfied, pulling back to see your handiwork; a prettily blooming hickey on his neck.

“Ah fuck,” he whimpers, hips bucking up to thrust into your hand when he feels your punishing pace, trying to fuck his cock up into the heat of your hand faster. “Baby, fuck-”

“You can take it,” you goad, smiling against his throat when Xavier grunts, his fingers flexing against your hips.

A glance down has you humming in satisfaction. The tip of his cock is flushed prettily, Xavier’s cock heavy in your hand, his body twitching whenever you rub your thumb over the tip teasingly.

“Please,” he whispers, his cheeks hot with embarrassment, squirming underneath you when you cup his balls, massaging them in your hand, a fat glob of pre-cum dripping from his cock.

“Please what?” you coo, biting his shoulder.

Xavier whimpers and your cunt clenches, lips trailing over his neck to suck another mark into the base of his throat.

“Please let me fuck you, sweetheart. Let me fuck you full, hm? Give you that baby you want so badly."

You hum happily, still stroking his cock when he tips his head towards you. Xavier’s lips are soft against yours, insistent and stubborn when you try to slow the pace, his hand curling around your throat to hold you in place.

Xavier sighs into your mouth, spit leaking as he licks into your mouth sloppily, his free hand curling around yours to guide it against his cock, tightening your grip.

He’s shifting you to how he wants, stealing another kiss while he manages to get you to turn, your back pressing against his chest while he draws you closer, his cock slipping between your thighs to thrust shallowly.

You whine, thighs pressing together, Xavier groaning when he feels the pressure of your thighs around his cock.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he complains, his hand sliding between your thighs to pry them apart, his breaths fanning across your hair as he pants, trying to catch his breath.

“I- I don’t know!” you respond exasperatedly, “I just- I want your cock, Xavier!”

“My cock and my cum,” he sighs against your cheek, fingers petting across your pussy, lips trailing across your jaw, “and my baby, hm?”

“Mhm,” you nod, turning your head to meet his lips, letting out a contented noise when he kisses you.

The brush of his cock against your pussy is welcome, mouth working against Xavier’s eagerly when he presses his cock against your aching hole. There’s enough slick and pre-cum for him to slide in easily, Xavier’s eyes fluttering shut in bliss at the heat of your pussy, his face nuzzling against you.

A soft moan escapes you, hand splaying out over Xavier’s when he presses it against your stomach, his breathing ragged as he draws his hips back and thrusts them forward, burying his cock into your cunt.

“So tight,” he mumbles, “just as needy as you were back then, baby.”

You sigh dazedly, ass pressing back against him, cunt clenching around his cock greedily. Xavier’s cock twitches and he grunts, his fingers reaching around to play with your clit while he fucks his cock into you with firm thrusts that have you whimpering out his name.

“X- Xavier, so- so good.”

“Taking my cock so well,” he praises, his hand sliding up to squeeze your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. “Such a good fucking girl, hm?”

“Your good girl,” you slur, hips squirming back to try and take him deeper. “‘m your good girl, Xavier.”

“Yeah,” he moans, kissing your cheek sloppily, “yeah you are, baby.”

You sigh hazily, letting him lift your leg for him to thrust deeper, every roll of his hips leaving you curling into him. Your hand reaches back to cup the back of his neck, mewling contentedly when he presses himself closer, his lips trailing across your shoulder before you tip your head back for another kiss.

“Gonna have my baby, sweetheart, hm?” Xavier whispers against your lips, unable to stop himself from kissing you between each word, every peck against your lips making you chase after him. “I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, peering up at him, watching as his gaze trails over you hungrily, every thrust of hips making your breasts move. 

Xavier grunts, his head falling against your shoulder. His fingers wrap around your hip tighter, grip almost bruising with the way he’s clinging onto you, his cock driving into your cunt purposefully.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” he moans, his arm winding around your thigh tighter, mouth trailing across your arm, “fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“G- good,” you hiccup, your own hand slipping down to play with your clit, desperate to cum with him. “Wanna cum with you, Xavier.”

“You’re perfect,” he breathes out, lust-ridden eyes giving way to something that looks adoration, his eyes softening enough to have your heart fluttering and teeth sinking into your lower lip shyly. Xavier smiles, leaning closer, his lips brushing across your cheek gently. “My perfect girl.”

You’re almost sure you would swoon if not for his cock stuffing you full and the tight grip he has on you, anchoring you against him.

Every lewd sound, every sloppy kiss he lands against your lips, it really is too much. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you mumble, pouting.

“Then cum,” he says hoarsely, nuzzling against you, “c’mon baby, cream my cock and I’ll stuff you full like you want me to, breed you like you want me to.”

You gasp when his hips thrust forward hard, nails scratching across Xavier’s forearm, his cock buried deep inside of you, enough to have your toes curling.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, “Xavier!”

“Shit,” Xavier curses, his hips stuttering when he feels your walls clenching around his throbbing cock unforgivingly, “baby, gripping me too tight.”

A few more circles against your clit has you panting, hand curling into a pillow as you shudder and come, squeaking when Xavier drags you back when you try and squirm off of his cock, holding you in place. You can feel the way his cock throbs, Xavier’s soft whine making you clench around him again, his hot cum spilling into you.

You both pant raggedly, bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Xavier managing to circle his arms around your waist and hug you closer, his lips pressed against your shoulder firmly while you twitch, his cock still stuffed inside of you.

When his softening cock slips out of you, you whimper, fingers curling around his wrist when he uses his fingers to push his cum back into you, with a kiss to your cheek.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” he murmurs, his other hand stroking over your thigh affectionately.

Xavier yawns soon after, and you hum happily when he curls himself behind you, his fingers still pushing his cum into you lazily.

“Thank you,” you whisper, tilting your head to kiss him.

“Anytime,” Xavier breathes out, his thumb stroking over your cheek.

You peer up at him when he stares down at you, your own fingers trailing over his cheek. He turns his head kissing your palm, his eyes fluttering shut.

“You really mean that?” you muse, your fingers trailing down his throat teasingly.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Anytime.”

- 

There’s a crick in your neck when you wake up with how awkwardly you’re positioned against Xavier, curled into him intimately.

He lets out a cute, sleepy noise, one that has you smiling fondly as you shift to get more comfortable, fingers drifting across his firm chest fleetingly. It’s a bit awkward, but you manage to flip over onto your back, pressing a quick kiss to Xavier’s cheek, somehow hoping that’ll appease his sleeping form, and be enough for you to move his arm slung over your waist. 

Amidst all your squirming, Xavier’s arm only seems to tighten. 

You huff out an exasperated breath, flopping back against your bed, feeling boneless. Feeling hot, you kick your blanket off of you, muffling a squeak when Xavier presses closer, his nose digging into your cheek, a soft snore escaping him.

Dork.

Your brows furrow you blink down, wincing internally when you see the hickeys he’d left between your thighs. Much less than on your neck, but still fresh enough for someone to see them clearly. 

You spy a few more hickeys on your breasts, lifting the leg he’d been caressing to assess it. Two darkened splotches lay on the inside of your ankle. 

How conniving.

You’d be more annoyed if you weren’t so sated and warm, eyes fluttering shut again. You needed your rest after all, to deal with Caleb later.

The reminder of the fighter pilot is enough to jolt you awake again, heart dropping when you remember the image of your near-mauled neck and marked-up inner thighs. Xavier whines in protest when you sit up agitatedly, dragging you back towards him. You’d swat his head if he didn’t look so sleepy and unguarded, his face nuzzling back into the crook of your neck with a satisfied yawn. 

Another glance towards your thighs makes you cringe.

Fuck.

Caleb was going to freak.

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I wonder what was Mars reaction to humans sending him rovers the first time. i imagine Earth probably warned him in advance that humans planned on sending him something (Sojourner was the first sent if i believe correctly) and he knowing what humans are like prepared for the worst definitely

Mars: I really hope this thing won't infect me with anything..

Sojourner: *beeps*

Mars:

Sojourner:*starts collecting rocks*

Mars:

Moon: Earth asks if you're al- *senses Mars em field*Are you crying??

Mars: *deep in fatherhood*No *he is*

This is adorable and it deserves a mini fic. Enjoy.

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Mars always told himself he didn’t mind the solitude. He was near his brother and close enough to Mortus—or rather Pluto—to feel content with himself. Sometimes Halley came to visit, which was always a pleasant surprise. It was not often someone immune to the rust corroding him happened to be both nearby and actually interested in communication. Earth was certainly nice enough, and Mars eagerly awaited her every message when she saw fit to reach out to him or use Moon as a proxy.

Moon. Mars. Pluto. He would never fully adjust to the new names given to them by his brother’s beloved Terra. Personally, he preferred his Cybertronian name, but he would never dare say as such aloud. Mortus didn’t care, and Fengari, his elder brother, would be prone to lash out if Mars ever voiced his objection to his new name. Not only that, but he wasn’t keen on making Terra upset. 

How many vorns had he been in orbit around the Unmaker and the life giving Titan who shielded him? It was hard to keep track without any citizens on his surface to constantly chatter to and about him.

Right. Citizens.

Being in his alternate mode, Mars was incapable of sighing as he wanted to. But as he took control over one of his drones and piloted it to the surface, he let the drone pause and linger on the view. Why had he lived while his wards died? It was not fair. He should have carried them until the very end, bringing them to salvation and away from the fires of Cybertron.

If only there hadn’t been plague. Maybe then he could at least have the chance to take on new citizens and ease the ache in his spark.

No, no. He couldn’t think like that. Contemplating such things almost always led to dark thoughts. It was not allowed. He had to stay calm and composed for Fengari. His poor brother was blind for Prima’s sake. Fengari lost his optics, his citizens, and his ability to take to the stars if he so desired in order to stay with Earth. Fengari suffered more. It was not Mars’s place to weep when he at least had remnants of his people upon his frame in the form of paintwork.

He still had them with him, in his spark and through the echoes they left upon his surface. Sweet Solus, many of their inner habitations were still untouched. He’d ensured it remained that way.

He still had relics. He had echos. He was fine. He had no reason to cry.

Right?

“Primus, our maker... we are so far from you. Can you hear us? Do our sparks still resonate with yours?” He spoke through his drone, letting his voice ring out with only a slight bit of static due to the corrosion of his vessel. He sighed as he received no answer, not that he really expected one. He stared though his drone in silence for a while, the quiet of the void all but deafening.

If he listened closely with his real body, he could hear the faint song of stars, the thrum of their very being radiating nearby. Earth’s Star had quite the pleasant melody. Enough for him to fall into recharge.

But he couldn’t allow that. If he slumbered, he may not wake. Instead, he endured the silence, the isolation. Perhaps Mortus would be kind enough to come and pay him a visit during one of his patrols. 

‘Mars? I have news.’

He stalled for a moment as waves of emotion crashed against him. Mars had to pause to translate the EM field communication he found himself assaulted with. Young Terra was not the most educated in matters of gentle or polite correspondence, but she could most certainly be heard.

‘Earth, it is  a pleasure to hear from you. What news do you have for me?’

He tried to keep his communication controlled and neutral. But as he sent back a response, he sensed something coming near to him. It had been heading in his direction for a while, but for the longest time he’d simply assumed it to be space debris. Looking more closely, it appeared to be some kind of device.

‘My children have created a drone of sorts. They are sending it to your surface to analyze you. Do not fear; the drone appears to be insignificant and designed purely for observation. I simply wished to warn you.’ 

Mars almost stiffened, but he forced himself to relax so that his surface would not shift as the thing drew closer. Without a second thought, he moved his drone as far from the potential landing site as he could get without losing track of this incoming drone that was apparently headed his way. He forgot to send a reply for a long while as he watched the thing draw ever nearer.

Earth’s humans were such deadly and destructive beings when they were left unchecked. Mars had witnessed the horrors himself when he watched them drop bombs all over poor Terra’s surface. Even now, the wounds still brought her pain from time to time. 

What would happen if her humans found him to be of use for some grand scheme? Would they harm him too? Mars was a Titan; he could survive if he had to. But he would rather not expose himself and, consequently, his kin to Earth’s destructive little scraplet farm. Why she loved them so dearly was beyond him.

‘Thank you for the warning.’ 

He eventually sent back curtly as he watched the drone finally land on his surface. It felt so very strange to have a new entity roaming his frame. Halley rarely landed, and when she did, her very frame eliminated warmth like a young star barely contained within living metal. This thing was cold, but not necessarily in a wicked sense. It seemed... almost like a protoform, yet lacking a spark. The emotions were familiar, the feeling of potential almost overwhelming.

Mars stared through his drone, his very spark flaring in its chamber as ancient desire rose within him. The drone was tiny, barely the size of the smallest newsparks that he had nurtured before the fires of Cybertron. And yet, as he looked upon the small wheeled entity roaming and prodding at rocks and pebbles like they were the most interesting thing on this side of the galaxy, Mars, or rather, Bellum’s spark, swelled with love.

The ache that had long burned within his core seared as he gazed upon the youth of the small thing roaming his surface. So small. So pure. So full of potential. 

Ancient coding sang within him, and before Bellum knew it, his drone moved just a bit closer, although still out of view. This one did not appear to be affected by the rust of his surface. It roamed freely, without a care in the world. Such innocence… Bellum needed to guard it.

Had Earth’s humans sent him this little gift out of kindness? No. They couldn’t have. They did not know he lived. And yet, he couldn’t help the way every part of his processors screamed at him to accept the offering. Such things were done for the sake of an alliance between Titans back on Cybertron. Old habits died hard, and Bellum could hardly contain himself as he fought the urge to have his drone snatch the Earth-born drone and drag it toward his core so he could connect to it intimately.

He couldn’t expose himself. Not yet. But Bellum was a patient being. Let the humans explore through their gift. His scans indicated that the poor drone wouldn’t last more than a few years without maintenance. He would wait until the humans abandoned it, and then, when all was done, he would finally have a chance to serve his purpose once more.

“Sweet little roamer, do not fear. You may not understand now, but soon, when your creators have let you fly away from them, I will take you under my wing.” He all but purred, keeping his vocalizations below the range of the drone as he observed it. 

“You will not know fear. You will suffer no illness. I will give you a spark, and when the time is right, I will make you into something more.” His spark flared in affection as the tiny Earth-born gathered rocks, observing and producing soft sounds of affirmation as it went. What a lovely voice it would have once Bellum granted it a spark. 

He could hardly wait.

‘Mars, are you in distress?’ 

Fengari, Moon, whatever designation he went by, sent a message that snapped Mars back to attention. Only after he refocused did he realize he’d been sending out waves upon waves of countless emotions in short, and likely unsetting bursts. His brother’s concerns made sense now.

‘I am perfectly fine, brother. In fact, I feel better than I have in millennia.’

Confusion met Mars’s response. He didn’t pay it much mind as he continued to observe the drone upon his surface. It was just so small. 

‘Let Terra know that so long as more of these drones are sent to me, she shall have my full allegiance.’ 

Shock met him this time, but Mars merely hummed. He had something to hope for now, and he had no intention of missing a single moment of his new firstborn’s life. He would have to get his visual images printed at some point for the little one to see once they developed mentally.

“Explore to your spark’s content, sweet roamer. I shall wait for you.” Mars felt his frame ease and a faint song escape his true vocalizer as he watched the small drone pick up a rock and stare at it.

Soon. Soon he would be a Sire again.

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ᥫ᭡ f!reader x yang jungwon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎧

authors 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 I this series has officially met its end everyone, though I’m thinking about making a special christmas chapter im not 100% I will be doing so. Considering I have all of the other members series to start writing. Within ending this i’d like it to be known that every member will be receiving a mini series that all tie in with one another, beginning with this series. This is part of admins Enhypen university Series

ᦓynopsis Jungwon is a film major that finds honestly complete captivated by an antisocial girl with a love for the stars and a passion for music

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The girl with the headphones | THE FINAL CHAPTER

Tonight was the night that Jungwon and the film club had been working so hard on, the night had finally come to premier the film they had all been working so hard to pull together. The first viewing would be at heartstrings, with only a selective few from campus. Yn was more excited than anyone, Jungwon hadn’t told her much about the film other than a few minor details when the two began working on it together so she was over the moon to finally see what ideas had been plaguing his mind.

The two of them hadn’t really spoken much since last night, the night they shared their first kiss. Though she knew it was because he was most likely far too busy trying to perfect things at heartstrings for tonight’s film viewing. When It came to his craft Jungwon was completely serious about it, she’d always found herself admiring him or staring at him at the time even the two were working on the project together. Something about the way his expressions changed so vividly when he was focused, made it impossible to keep her eyes off of him.

A knock at the door forced the girl out of her thoughts of her boyfriend as she brushed her teeth. Before she herself could even make it to the door her roommate had already opened it.

“Oh Nessa! When did you get back from your parents?” Chaewon slips inside as if it were her own dorm, something she had done time and time again and both yn and nessa had grown used to it.

“I got back yesterday, the snow storm last night made it completely hell to get back.”

“Are you coming to Jungwons premiere tonight?”

“I wasn’t going to at first but I feel like I’ve missed so much that I need to be there to not miss anything else, besides I need to meet this new boyfriend.”

“You haven’t met Jungwon yet??”

“Nope she hasn’t let him come over here once because she was too afraid i’d scare him away.” Nessa sighs dramatically and holds her chest as if she had just been struck in the heart.

“That’s not true, he always asked to walk me back to the dorm but it’s been snowing so much I don’t want him out in the cold for too long.”

“Oh she’s whipped.”

“She’s been daydreaming about him ever since I got back.”

“That kiss must have done a number on you or something, he’s all you can think about now.”

“Okay okay enough you two, are we going to go shopping tonight or not, or will you both stand here all day talking about my love affairs?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Nessa shrugs as yn opens the door and both she and Chaewon follow each other out.

“Oh I almost forgot we’re waiting on one more person.” Chaewon pulls her phone from her pocket as the three of them step out into the main hall of the girls dormitory.

“I thought Sunoo was helping the guys with preparations today?”

“He is, it’s not Sunoo that’s joining us.” As Chaewon slips her phone back into her pocket, as if on queue her name is called causing the three of them to whip their heads around to the hallway.

“Chae Chae you did not.”

“Isn’t that the girl from the theater department”

“Long story short, Heeseung has a thing for her and he’s been trying to approach her for months but fails every time.”

“Heeseung? As in Lee Heseung? As in thee Lee Heeseung, that's always flirting?”

“Yup, I invited her to the premier tonight.”

“Chaewon Heeseung might actually kill you this time.”

“He tried to set me up with an obviously straight woman, this isn’t the worst I could do.” As Sakoia finally made it over to the three of them, it was obvious to the three of them why Heeseung had taken a liking to her. Not only could she sing, and act but she was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Were you guys waiting on me all this time? Show preparations ran a little later than usual today.”

“Nope you’re actually just in time. Koia, this is yn and that’s her roommate Nessa.”

“Nice to meet you both, Chaewon talked about you both nonstop yesterday.”

“I didn't know you were into theater Chae.”

“Oh she’s not, the only reason she was there was because the fashion department and theater department are working together for the upcoming show.”

“I’ve never been more stressed out about fashion in my life, theater majors are no joke.” The three of them laugh at Chaewons obvious fatigue having to deal with so many thoughts and ideas having been thrown at her yesterday.

“Should we get going now? We only have 5 hours until the premier and Chaewon takes the longest time picking out outfits.”

“Mm yeah let’s go, or else we’d end up missing the movie picking out an outfit for just Chae alone.”

While the girls had been out and about, shopping and pampering themselves for tonight’s premier Jungwon had been working the guys like it was their 9 to 5.

“How come Taehyun gets off so easily without doing anything?” Jake complains, as he and the others continue making decorations for the tabletops.

“Um maybe because Taehyun owns the place and he’s already helped enough by letting Jungwon premier hops film here and making the menu for tonight’s show.” Taehyun retorts to his complaining in a mock whiney voice as he places a stack of menus onto the diner counter for them to take.

“Fair enough.”

“Where is Jungwon anyways?”

“He went off into the back room to make sure the film was working properly.”

“Film? What is this in the 1800s? Why didn’t he just make it a drive or something?”

“He wanted it to be authentic, like a drive in theater so he had another copy of it put on film.”

“Do any of you even know what the film is about?” They all fell silent before looking around at one another, usually at least one of them would have been listening to him when he’d go on and on about his works, but not one of them knew.

“I don’t think he ever talked about this one now that I think about it?”

They were right, he hadn’t talked about it, the only people that truly knew what this film was about had been them and those that had put the work in in making the film. Only he knew the true meaning behind the film though, but once everyone else had seen it it would become a matter of time until they realized its true meaning too.

Eventually the sun had started to set and all of the guests had come flooding into the cafe. The very last four to enter had been the four girls that spent almost the entire day in preparations for the night. Once they entered they all parted ways, Chaewon going off to find manon, Nessa going off to find herself a drink and yn off to find Jungwon, that left Sakoia alone.

“Are my eyes playing tricks or were yn and Chaewon serious about inviting Sakoia to the premier.” Sunghoon calls out, making both Heeseung and Jay turn towards the direction which Sakoia stood, seemingly on a phone call.

“Oh Chaewon actually did it.” Sunoo laughs as he joins the three of them, he honestly couldn’t say that he hadn’t expected her to actually do it after all it was Chaewon.

“Of course this was Chaewons doing.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, he had been trying his best to act nonchalant, as if he didn’t care but it was obvious he wanted nothing more than to go talk to her.

“You still haven’t talked to her yet?” Jay was shocked to say the least, if there was anyone out of the Seven of them that had the least trouble with talking to women, it was Heeseung.

“He’s tried, every time he has she’s either had preparations for a show or he chickened out on asking her out.” Jakes comment only further annoyed him

“Why don’t you just tell her you have questions about a play or something?” Maybe Sunghoon had been onto something with that suggestion.

“Five bucks says he chickens out or she gets another call.” Jake bets as the four of them watched Heeseung finally approach her with a newfound confidence (more like annoyance)

“Jungwon, are you here?” Yn had slowly made her way through the back hallway of the cafe, knowing that Jungwon was bound to be found in one of the rooms if not out with the others.

She found him standing next to a film camera, his eyebrows furrowed as he rewound the film back to its start in preparation for the film night. She stood in the doorway watching with a smile on her face, her hip and head resting against the doorframe.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Hearing his girlfriend's voice he couldn’t help but feel his heart leap in his chest, pulling his focus away from the camera he turned to look at her. As his eyes fell upon her standing there in her beautiful dress, he felt the luckiest man in the world was no one other than himself. His eyes raked over her figure as if he was capturing a snapshot with his eyes.

“How can I focus on tonight's film when my girlfriend is standing here looking this beautiful in front of me.” As she steps inside the room he closes the space between the two slipping an arm around her waist while the other hand rests on the side of her neck and face.

“You're an absolutely breathtaking baby.” He places loving kisses on her forehead and cheek until finally his lips rests on hers making sparks fly between the two. She couldn’t hide the smile that made its way into her face at his gentle loving kisses.

“How were preparations? Is everything ready for tonight?”

“They went surprisingly smooth, other than a few dramatics from Jake, everyone pulled their weight.”

“It really looks beautiful out there tonight, I can’t wait to see how everything came out.” She smiles and Jungwon can’t help but melt at the sight of her smiling before him. This was what he had waited for from the moment he saw her. Spent months thinking of how to approach her, how to get her attention without scaring her off. All the time he spent with her occupying his mind, the nights the two had been alone working on the sound score, it all led up to this moment. He felt content holding her here in his arms, as no one else’s but his.

“Is everybody here already?”

“Mhm we’re all just waiting for the man that made all of this happen.” She smiles, locking her fingers with his as he stares down at her with pure adoration in his gaze.

“Then let’s not keep them waiting any longer.” He brushes the loose strands of hair behind her ear before leading her out of the room.

As she took a seat amongst the others Jungwon made his way to the front of the cafe to give his pre premier speech.

“I want to thank everyone for coming tonight, the film team has been working on this film very diligently over the last two months. I’ll admit it surely wasn’t easy having to go through so many different changes and rewrites but it was all worth it. Usually the films I’ve made in the past have all been some sort of documentations or darker concepts but this one is a little different than the others, please enjoy tonight and I'd really appreciate any feedback you’d like to give when the film is over, thank you.” Once Jungwon’s shows was over everyone applauds, the guys of course cheered louder than anyone else, then the film began.

The film itself had been everything Jungwon hoped it to be, a silent film that focused more of the musicality than it did the lines, though the very few lines there were had been aced by the actors and actress. A love story of two people that had no one other than themselves. An empty world where only the two of them existed, a girl that loved music and a boy that absolutely loved films. Both walk the world aimlessly, alone until they cross paths with one another and discover that they aren’t alone anymore, they’ve found each other. It was obvious in the film that the guy had completely adorned the female lead. He’d look at her with so much love and adoration in his eyes yet she was completely clueless. Always walking around wearing those same headphones, humming soft tunes when the two sat alone together just enjoying each other's company. He’d show her his favorite movies and she’d show him all of her favorite songs. The two of them became inseparable, completely bound to one another, not simply because they were the only two still walking the earth but because their connection was strong. By the end of the film he confesses his love to her in an empty aquarium, pulling her headphones of her ears he stares directly into his eyes and asks her. For once in her life the female leads world silences, no music, no solemn tune just silence.

“Even if there were a million others walking this earth, my eyes will always find you, the girl with the headphones. Through any crowd, my eyes would only see you.”

The movie ended with those words, leaving a lingering feeling in the audience, a feeling of the unknown as well, or at least unknown to everyone that had watched that wasn’t him or the rest of both their friends. They all knew, everyone knew..the film was about her, yn.

As if she herself had just realized it her eyes met him, full of tears, her heart thumping in her chest. He met his gaze with one of her own and wiped away every tear that fell from her cheek. Then he recited those words

“Even with the millions of others walking this earth, my eyes will always find you, Through any crowd, my eyes will always only see you.”

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Authors final thank you and goodbye to this series

Thank you to everyone that has read this series completely through, this has been one of my absolute favorites to write and I’m so sad that it’s now come to an end but I really did enjoy writing this one. To anyone that commented, liked, reposted or even asked to be part of the taglist thank you so much i love you all and appreciate your interest in my series

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Bf!Taehyun x Fem!Reader Est. Relationship

♡ Warnings: very suggestive! sir kink, little bit of degradation (reader gets called a whore, angel, etc), little bit of exhibitionism mentioned as well, lmk if i missed something! ♡ A/N: i honestly forgot ppl were asking for more coquette tubatu... so ask and u shall receive smile. i rewrote this so many times too because I've been going through a period where i hate everything i write sdfgddfss so please be kind (i also know nothing about cars.. be warned.)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Smarty" by Lana Del Rey

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——-˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹——-

As stars began to bloom in the night sky, you meticulously glided your lipstick across those pretty plump lips of yours. Your room was filled with the scent of apple cinnamon along with a hint of slight smoke from the iron that you were using to form soft curls into your delicate hair.

Your pretty eyelashes fluttered shut as you hummed the tune of your favorite song, your heart soaring in excitement at the thought of your boyfriend coming over in his new car to take you out on a date.

With hair soft and neat, pretty heels in perfect combination with your lacey mini skirt and top, and your nails freshly done in pretty white and pink details, you sprinkle yourself in your favorite perfume. Fresh vanilla, something your boyfriend just couldn’t resist when you were in the vicinity.

A buzz from your phone interrupts your thoughts and you look over to see your boyfriend’s name displayed across your screen.

“Tyunnie!” You smile, your voice cheery as you practically jump in your chair from the excitement of knowing he was on the other line.

“Hi angel, I’m here. You ready?” Taehyun’s low voice mixed with the sound of his car engine as it rumbled in the background.

“Course I am! Coming out right now!” You chirp as you grab your purse, the sound of your expensive heels clicking against the floor while you skip out of your room.

“Good girl, see you right now then.” Taehyun ends the call with a click.

Taehyun is already standing outside of his brand-new car by the time you reach him. He watches you with a slight smirk, eyes following your every movement as you gracefully make your way to his car.

A black Porsche. A perfect match to your boyfriend’s polished and sleek appearance.

“Like my new car baby?” Taehyun tilts his head, his voice a saccharine tone.

“It’s pretty, looks expensive..” You stand in front of your boyfriend, letting him wrap his arms around your waist as he pulls you in.

“Yeah, you think so?… It’ll never be as pretty as my angel though” Taehyun mumbles into your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses from under your ear to your collarbone.

Your breath hitches as you feel his teeth nip pretty purple flowers onto your delicate skin.

“Mm, tyun wait– let’s wait till we get to the d– drive in..”

You attempt to lean away, but the way his strong hands firmly hold you against him has your stomach tied in knots. Taehyun takes in the scent of your sweet perfume and smiles.

“Smell so good I could take you right now baby”

You let out a whine and Taehyun takes it as his sign to pull away before he gets carried away. Your boyfriend grins at the way your face is flushed, lips formed into the cutest pout.

His pretty, pretty girl.

Taehyun opens the door to his car and you slide into your spot as passenger princess, taking in the black leather interior and fresh scent of a brand new car. Your cute little heels were a sweet contrast to the dark aesthetic you were sitting in.

“You ready to see how fast this goes, angel?” he tilts his head towards you as the engine of his car purrs.

Taking your doe eyes off of the mirror, you bat your lashes as you turn to him.

“I’ll go anywhere you take me, sir.”

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Your boyfriend always spoiled you, stopping by the nearest convenience store to buy you that same cherry slush you always begged for. After all, the cherry-flavored make-out session that followed was addicting to him, licking your red-stained lips in the back of his car as his strong arms lifted you into his lap. Your laced skirt riding up giving him the best view of your thighs, he always found himself gripping onto them while he made a mess of your makeup.

Every Friday night he’d pick you up and take you wherever you wanted to go, his treat.

If you were being honest, you had no idea what movie was being shown tonight, it didn’t matter as you had other ideas, and of course– your cunning boyfriend always picked up on anything you had planned.

As Taehyun parked his car towards the back of the lot, your eyes scanned around the area searching for any possible unwanted viewers. Luckily for you, the nearest car was quite a distance away.

“You finally got your nails redone, was afraid the money I gave you went towards something else.” Taehyun chuckles, taking your dainty hand in his large one. He gently holds your fingertips as he admires the details.

“Of course, I got them done just for you. Do you like them?” You smile warmly.

“Did you now?” Taehyun reaches for the dainty necklace hanging around your neck and gently tugs you towards him. Your body leans towards him over the console, exposed thighs trembling from how soft yet rough he was being with you.

The movie hadn’t even started yet.

“A-- ah yeah.. just for you..” You blurb out, face now flushed from the sudden closeness between you and your boyfriend.

“Just for me..” He repeats, his voice low and sultry as his face holds an unreadable expression. Taehyun’s eyes are scanning your entire outfit now– and you don’t miss the way his dark eyes hold a deep hunger as they trail over your curves.

“C’mere angel.”

Taehyun scoots his chair backward and you’ve never swung your body over to the driver’s side so quickly in your life.

You settle yourself into his lap and you can practically already feel how hard your boyfriend is against you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in, his chest pressing against yours.

“Such a pretty girl..” he tilts your chin to look up at him and the way your lips form into the cutest pout, the way your sweet eyes stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, so innocent and pure– it has him sliding his fingers under your skirt in between your thighs.

You feel yourself shiver and you can’t help but bury your head into his neck as he traces circles into the delicate lace of your panties.

“Not wearing shorts? Such a whore..”

You unwillingly let out a soft whimper at his remark, and Taehyun lets out a mean chuckle.

“You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you..? C’mon say it.”

“Mmh..y- yeah” you stutter, “I- I’m a naughty girl tyun.”

Taehyun pulls his fingers away from your aching core and the whine you let out is so embarrassingly loud you’re thankful nobody’s parked near your boyfriend's car.

“That’s sir to you, angel.”

[strawbairicake]

EVENT NOW CLOSED AS OF 7-1-25! THANK YOU, MUTUALS, FOR PARTICIPATING! look forward to more events soon! <3

welcome to book n’ dash! make yourself comfortable! this is an event specifically for my mutuals, who i love and adore! i asked them to name their favorite honkai: star rail or wuthering waves character as well as an au they love! and boy oh boy did they deliver! let’s see what they asked for, shall we? but before we get into that, let me tell you what this is for and what the rules are! this event is a little thank you to my mutuals who have been nothing but kind to me, and as a gift to them, i wanted to write a little something special for them! this event formally opens on Saturday, May 17th. you will not see any writing for this event or from me in general until then. but this post will be up before the 17th so you can brainstorm what you might want to request! you don’t have to request specifically on the 17th or when this post drops! drop a request whenever you feel like it!

this coincides with my schedule of writing on weekends. this event will go hand-in-hand with my weekend writings until it closes. requests for this event will be prioritized, but non-event requests are still open and welcome! and before you ask, yes, this is intentional. my fics in general but also for this event are not too long but not too short either! roughly 100-1000 word fic with a character and au (and specific ideas if you have them!) of my mutual’s choice! this event is called book n’ dash because you’re going to “book” a request, and then “dash” off until i write and answer your ask! think of it like a blind date with a book or a person! you don’t know what to expect but that’s kind of fun, surely! even though you will get a notification i answered your ask, i will be tagging you anyway, this makes things easier on my end! how exciting of an event, am i right!

now you may be asking, what are the rules for this event? so glad you asked, my friend! here they are (guidelines last updated: 7-1-25):

-you must be a mutual of mine, length of time does not matter!

-be as specific as you’d like with your request; this gives me less room to mess up! thank you in advance if you request something! -this event is one character (and au) per prompt! for example, if phainon is requested with fantasy au, then he can’t be requested for any other au! if fantasy au was requested, then it can’t be requested for another character; this is to add diversity in the requests, apologies for the inconvenience! i will answer your ask if your particular character or chosen au was taken, but don’t fret! :)

-that’s it! simple, right?

now, let’s get into what’s currently available for you! currently 0 slots are open and available, but this will be altered if more or less of my mutuals would like to participate! the list below will be a mini masterlist! last updated: 7-1-25! -bookstore au taken by Dr. Ratio!

-cat cafe au taken by Jing Yuan!

-coffee shop/bakery au taken by Mydei!

-fake dating au taken by Brant!

-flower shop au taken by Sunday!

-historical au taken by Boothill!

-library au taken by Phainon!

-mermaid/merfolk au taken by Aventurine!

-skater au taken by Dan Heng (IL)!

now, i know i asked you to tell me your favorite character from either game i write for, but you’re going to be my bestest friend ever and tell me again! here’s how to request if you’d like to participate in the event:

ex: “can i request (character) with (chosen au) and (specific ideas if you have them) please?”

and that’s it! wahoo, you did it! note that the event will close on July 1st at midnight, but may decide to extend or shorten it by a couple of days or hours depending on circumstances! i will be reblogging this post numerous times until the event closes in case you originally miss the post!

one final thing, thank you so much for reading this long post! if you have read this entire post, please leave a ♡ if you are a mutual who would like to participate! do note, all of my mutuals are under NO OBLIGATION to participate in this event! i just thought it would be fun to showcase my appreciation for you guys since you are my truly biggest supporters! love you all lots! thank you for being my friend(s)! ❤️

[shookspearewrites]

Shookspeare Royal Romance: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Hello my ducklings! How are we? You voted on the poll yesterday and you voted overwhelmingly for the completion of the #ShookspeareRoyalRomance mini series from before my writing break. I'm so so glad you chose this! Please have the Mozart instalment - with the Shakespeare instalment to come soon ^^

-JJ x

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Thus I imagine Angels, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

MC smiled to herself as she swept the kitchen, humming sweetly as someone played the piano somewhere down the palace corridors. She’d been the devoted maid to Prince Jean for sometime and had become accustomed to the workings of his palace, so she found the twinkling piano music a little confusing, though certainly not unwelcome, as the music room often lay vacant apart from during lavish parties.  The maid continued to clean the kitchen through the evening, even as the piano stopped playing, so dedicated to last little spot on one of the wine glasses that she didn’t notice a handsome man watching from the doorway and paying close attention to her quiet singing, “Du hast eine hübsche Stimme.” MC turned to find the owner of the cool, modulated voice: It belonged to an impossibly beautiful man with white hair like dove’s feathers and eyes carved of piercing amethyst and blooming violets.

"Excusez-moi, monsieur.” The young lady smiled a little guilty, glancing at her feet and not noticing the small smirk on his thin lips, “I’m sorry if my singing disturbed you.”

“No, that’s not what I said.” The gentleman took a few steps towards MC and took her delicate hand in his own, kissing it briefly, his lips almost as soft as the white cotton gloves he wore, “Your voice is charming, Miss?”

“MC, Monsieur?”

“Prince Wolfgang.” The Austrian prince replied somewhat dryly before wandering past MC to make himself a cup of coffee, leaving the maid stunned speechless, her cheeks pink and mouth hung slightly agape as she watched him gracefully prepare his drink.

“Y-your Grace,” MC curtsied, eliciting a small chuckle from Wolfgang who was pouring his coffee.

“As you were, this isn’t a formal setting,” the prince waved his hand in the maid’s general direction, picking up his coffee with the other and making his way out of the kitchen, turning back to MC once he’d passed into the hallway, “I entrust that I’ll see you at my cousin’s dance tomorrow night?”

“I expect I’ll be serving wine there, yes Prince W-wolfgang.” She stuttered over his name quietly, a warm flush on her cheeks, conjuring up the image of him dressed to the nines in a fine suit and silken gloves in her head. 

“Hm, I think not.” Wolfgang replied, turning back towards MC and taking her chin between forefinger and thumb, his amethyst eyes glinting with mischief and something akin to sultriness as he peered into her soul, “You’ll accompany me to the dance. I insist that you be on my arm all night.” And before the maid could object, the handsome prince strode off down the hallway and out of sight, leaving her stunned still and silent. 

The next night, as the sun’s golden rays began to set in favour of hanging delicate, twinkling stars in the darkening sky, MC anxiously brushed her silken hair, the bristles of her brush gliding through her hair. Her pulse raced uncomfortably in her chest as she gazed upon her reflection, her visage painted with intricate makeup, a sparkling necklace of amethysts and pearls adorning her slim, pretty neck and a sour frown on her face, “Maybe I should just forget it …”  she muttered to herself. The sweet maid-turned-faux princess stood up shakily, her ankles not yet used to the heels she wore or the weight of the beautiful plum purple gown that she had borrowed from one of the palace’s ladies. It felt wrong, like she was masquerading as someone she wasn’t as she nervously held her stomach and quietly tottered down the halls towards the ballroom. 

Prince Wolfgang was the picture of elegance in the bustling ballroom; His dove white hair fell effortlessly to frame his slender face, his violet eyes sparkled in the candlelight and his suit was tight against his body, showing off his gorgeous body perfectly. He tutted and brushed off another noble woman who had been eying him up, impatiently drafting his eyes around in search of the enchanting maid that he’d invited to dance with him. And then, he saw her - glowing in the crowd, despite the awkward little frown on her painted lips. His legs carried his slender body toward her, taking her warm hands gently into his own slightly cold pair and kissing his thin lips to her skin softly. 

“Thus I imagine angels,” he whispered against her hand, making a peachy pink blush blossom across the apples of her cheeks, before their eyes met with a spark, “You are the picture of beauty.”

MC shuffled awkwardly on the spot, appreciating the Prince’s affections but not so much the slightly stuffy, overly formal atmosphere, “Why me?” she challenged. 

It was now Wolfgang’s turn to be stunned, his eyes widening in shock and his own cheeks now reddening, “Was?”

The young lady stepped closer to the prince, her heart fluttering and her stomach filled with butterflies as she smelt the sweet, chocolatey aroma of his cologne and felt the warmth of his body against her’s. His capable hand slipping to the small of her back didn’t go unnoticed, either. “You’re a prince, you could have any and every woman in the world. Princesses throw themselves at your feet every other day! So,” she peered at him through her pretty eyelashes which only made her ever more attractive to the young man, “Why would you choose a plain little maid?”

The delightful melodies of a beautiful waltz began to play and without warning, Prince Wolfgang swept MC up into an effortless waltz in his lithe yet surprisingly toned arms, the couple gazing into each other’s eyes like they’d fallen in love many moons ago. The crowd around them dissolved away as they felt like the only people on Earth, the elaborate party a distant memory as they danced without a single care for the rest of the world, “There’s just something about you,�� he smirked. MC’s delicate little hands grasped at his shoulders, “Something irresistible.”

[soleminisanction]

Putting together that list for the death of Superman introduced me to something I'd never heard of before, and now I need to do a write-up about it because it's just so 90s it makes me smile.

Picture this: it's 1993. Over in Japan, Sailor Moon has spent a little over a year rocketing up the charts as a full blown cultural phenomenon that won't slow down any time soon, and western companies want in. Only one company's going to score the license, however, and their first attempt at a localized adaptation (not a dub) was still a year away.

So what's everyone else to do? Make their own pretty fighting princess cartoons to merchandise, of course. And Mattel's first plan was to rope in DC Comics, since they already had the perfect superhero princess on hand.

Not Amethyst, Princess of Gemworld -- who, honestly, would've been an amazing fit for this in retrospect -- no no. Their plan: turn Wonder Woman into Sailor Moon.

Thus: Wonder Woman and the Star Riders.

I love how you can tell those designs were made for dolls because, just like the original She-Ra, they're about 50% hair.

Two of the other characters in this line-up are also adaptations of DC superheroines: Ice (in white/pink) and Dolphin (in blue) respectively. The other two characters, Solara (in yellow) and Star Lily (the token Black) were created for the series, though apparently Star Lily would go on to inspire a kid from the WW Rebirth comics named Star Blossom, so that's cute.

There was supposed to be a line of toys and a cartoon for this franchise, but the only thing that was ever completed was this one little 14-page comic released through a cross-promotion with Kellogg's Cinnamon Mini Buns cereal.

NGL, I find the silly little thing deeply amusing because it's just. So 90s, and so obviously written to sell toys. Like how it's set mostly in this "magical palace" mostly made up of big open rooms with like, one piece of furniture each (so you can more easily move to dolls around). Or how despite being called "the Star Riders" there's exactly two differently-colored pegasus-unicorns, one pink for Wonder Woman and one white for Dolphin, because they're presumably the most expensive dolls and parents will only be willing to spend so much money.

The villain, Purrisa, feels like they came at her from the angle of Magical Girl Catwoman. She gets to ride on a flying cowardly panther and wants to steal the heroines' magical macguffin gems because that's what the plot tended to be in these early 90s Sailor Moon rip-offs (including Sabon Moon, come to think of it).

It's interesting to see this rough approximation of early 90s girly comic art try to replicate the signature sparkles & laser beams style fighting of a magic girl battle show though.

And of course they give Diana a magic wand with a star on it. At least, I think that's what that is? The bottom kinda looks like an umbrella. Maybe she's supposed to be throwing something.

She still has the lasso. I mostly want to share this page because it's the best shots we get of Sailor Diana with the massive cape and even more massive hair. Not to mention the pink bracelets and Star Sapphire belt.

NGL, I kinda wish they would've made that doll.

So yeah, that's Wonder Woman and the Star Riders: goofy, fluffy, never got off the ground, with its toy designs mostly repurposed into something called Tenko and the Guardians of Magic. But still I think a very entertaining little time capsule.

[baronessvonglitter]

Wip Weekend

I have a lot of plates spinning right now, and I hope to have a couple of these done within the week 🤞���

First up I have the beginning of "The Girlfriend Experience" where reader/Angel has garnered significant success in her career.

Star of the Year Your boss's hand rests on your lower back, the heat of his palm is felt through the deep back slit of your dress. "I never had a doubt. You've been my shining star since day one," he murmurs in your ear as you gaze upon your award, your manicured finger tracing the engraved letters of your title and your name. "'Rising Star' last year, 'Star of the Year' now. How does it feel?" You take a moment to think about it because it's not an off-the-cuff question. When he asks you something, he really wants to know your answer. In the past couple years you've garnered the coveted spot within the escort agency. You've worked your way up the same as everyone else, but there's something about you that keeps your old clients coming back and the new ones intrigued.  You've serviced clients of every rank and status, from businessmen to princes in foreign lands. Even women, though being with them was so easy it rarely ever felt like work.  You've made a name for yourself, and as one of the highest grossing performers, you've earned the option to walk away right now. The money in your bank account is showing more zeroes than you've ever thought possible, and you've created the kind of life for yourself where you'll never have to worry about a thing anymore. An apartment in Paris, a brownstone in NYC, a villa in Milan, a Spanish colonial in LA.. not to mention cars you rarely need to drive because you're always being picked up and dropped off in style. You've met with movie stars, designers, everyone of importance. And you could stop working if you really want to. But you don't want to. Giving your boss a smile, you don't take your eyes from his as his hand travels from your back to your waist, gently gliding his fingers towards your breast. "It feels like I've accomplished everything I've wanted to do.. but that doesn't mean I'm done yet, Mr. Martell." He smiles, his teeth perfect and white. "Please. Call me Oberyn."

(Of course Oberyn owns an escort agency, and of course there's going to be a threesome right after this scene with him and Ellaria)

Also, "Maneater", a mini series about Maxwell Lord who's doing what he can to keep his business afloat, even if it means marrying a woman much older than him. @everybodylovedcontractors I hope you like it!

"Mr. Lord, you have a call on line one," Raquel's voice chirps over the intercom. "Who is it?" Maxwell asks, not wanting to be bothered just then. "Your fiancee, Linda St. James," she replies. "It sounds urgent." "Great," he mutters, dreading this call. He dreads all her calls. He lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Put her through." "Does my Maxi-Muffin miss me?" Linda's sickly sweet voice comes over the line. At sixty-five years old she's one of the richest widows in the country, and almost twice Max's age. "I wanted to tell you I'm still in Dallas, but my flight should arrive just in time for us to have dinner at my place tonight." "Oh Linda my dear, I am positively quivering with anticipation of seeing you again," Max lies through his teeth, lining up a shot on his desktop mini pool table. Linda continues. "I was thinking.. over dinner we could talk about that business loan I want to give you," she says in a sing-song voice.  Damn, the woman knows how to dangle a carrot. And I'm just her pet, her toy, something to show off to her friends. "Nothing would make me happier than to enjoy a fine dinner with the most.. with such a.. with my lovely bride-to-be," he manages to choke out. Ass kissing comes with the territory of business and finance, but his lack of attraction to his fiancee somehow keeps him from exaggerated compliments. "But if my dear Linda wants to discuss financing my future, then I won't stop her." "You know I love nothing more than to help you," her voice drips with sickly sweetness. "See you tonight at the mansion, honey muffin." She makes kissing sounds over the phone before she hangs up. Max hangs up with a groan of disgust. 

And some rom-com Dave, which surprised me, but I think it's really sweet. Featuring Divorce Lawyer!Dave (working on a title) but the first chapter is "Meet Cute" (will also feature Javier Pena, Tim Rockford, and maybe even Ezra..) and because I like getting ahead of myself I'm working out a spinoff rom com with Tim 👀

Dave has been waiting in line with his daughters for only fifteen minutes when the announcement is made that tickets are officially sold out. Alice and Molly look up at him, expecting him to do something, but what exactly can he do? "Look, girls, I'm sorry. We'll have to come back another day." "We wanted to see the exhibit. I wanted to take a selfie with those big neon wiggly things," Molly pouts. "I know, sweetie, but it's just not in the cards today." He ruffles her hair. There's a scent of roses as he feels someone approach the three of them. "Hey, sorry, I heard you wanted to get into the exhibit." Dave looks up and sees you, and has a momentary lapse of thought. "Um.. yes, my daughters are kind of upset that tickets sold out so quick. It's my fault for not purchasing them ahead of time." He smiles sheepishly, wondering what you must think of him. "I can get you in with me," you offer. "I have a membership pass. Kids get in free and I can bring one other person." "You don't have to do that-" "Please. I want to." You take a look at his daughters, who are looking back at you with hope in their pretty little eyes. "You'd be doing me a favor by accepting," you tell Dave. The girls tug on his hands, jumping up and down, begging him to take up your offer until he at last relents. "Okay, okay," he chuckles. "Thank you, Miss..?" You give him your name, offer your hand, which he takes in his own. He repeats it back to you, making sure he's got it right, the taste of your name like a sweet swig of wine in his mouth.

And last but not least, a little stepdad!Frankie x coquette!reader I've been cooking up. Not sure if this will be separate parts yet, or one big ol' hunk of a story, but the working title is "Kitten"

Hearing his footsteps behind you, you smirk and lean against the sink, bent over at the waist. "I think something's wrong with the drain." The sight of you like that makes his pulse quicken. He has to take a deep breath to steady himself before speaking. "What do you mean something's wrong with it?" He clears his throat gruffly, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "The water's not going down," you answer, turning around, your t-shirt wet and see-through. Frankie eyes the way it clings to your body, your tits on display, nipples visible, making his mouth water. His composure is nearly lost then and there.  "Um, I'm sure it's just.." he struggles to finish the sentence, any coherent thoughts devolving into pure instinct and desire. A bright smile graces your lips. "Whatever it is, I'm sure you can fix it. I trust you with my pipes." You move past him, lightly brushing against him as you walk to your bedroom. "I've gotta get changed. Can't believe how wet I got!"

I'm working on a couple other things as well, which I may feature next week once I have some of this out of my system.

Tagging some moots who tagged me first and/or seemed interested when I bothered them with my ideas (JK y'all are my cheerleaders)

@itwasntimethatdidit40 @milla-frenchy @mermaidgirl30 @joelalorian @604to647 @inept-the-magnificent @missladym1981

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Future mini-series and one-shot plans ✨️

I've got a few ideas for one-shots and fics to tide yall over until the smut hits in "Twist of Fate". 👀

I've already got a small, spin off mini-series of ToF called "Strings of Fate" (name pending), a whole bunch of hybrid one-shot series, a Fated/Soulmate one-shot series, a Tropes mini-series, a cam girl one-shot series, an android (based on Detroit become human) one-shot series, a fairy tale one-shot series, possibly a professors one-shot series, possibly a super heroes one-shot series, some possible OT2 (threesomes) and OT3 (foursomes) with not a single idea in mind, and some one-shots regarding the boys' myth 5 star cards!

I'll be explaining them below the cut! 🩷

So yall can let me know which you would like to see first, I'll tell you what I've got so far with each of them! Since I'm, also, completely unsure which I want to work on or if I want to change the idea entirely. Maybe yall will have some thoughts on how I can work the ideas a bit better as well!

I can't say much on the spin-off since it's major spoilers for ToF and, so, I'll probably start it after I get up to 25 or 30 chapters in posting ToF.

The hybrid ideas though...I have a lot. I got most of these (if not all of these ideas besides the hybrid ones) from my scrapped BTS fic ideas so if I decide to write BTS ones, you might see some overlapping.

Oh right, let me explain Hybrids for those who might not know. They're basically like nekos, think of those hot cat girls in anime. They're humans with animal parts or characteristics!

But anyway, the first section is "Prey Hybrids". I have Rafayel down as an axolotl, Xavier as a frosty Holland lop rabbit, Sylus as either a sika deer or a tufted deer (both are native to south asia and I have no idea which one to use), and Zayne as a Black Beauty sugar glider.

Next section is "deadly hybrids". I have Rafayel under Great White Shark (they have two penises so I could use this in the story), Xavier as a Grey Wolf (wolves can knot 👀), Sylus as a melanistic tiger, and Zayne is a leopard seal. Now, I'm not sure how I'll make Zayne into a leopard seal hybrid, I was going to use a snow leopard but...I have a "polar hybrid" section coming up soon and also I didn't want two big cats in one part.

Now, we're onto "domesticated hybrids" so think of your cats, dogs, any animal that humans have thought "hey, that'd be a good pet" fits here. Rafayel is a calico koi fish (still undecided here), Xavier is a Corgi (I thought golden retriever but I didn't want to say the obvious), Sylus is a black smoke Maine Coon, and Zayne as an Agouti Husky.

"Uncanny Hybrids" is our next category and for uncanny, I wanted to do hybrids that not a lot of people write for. Like you usually see cats, dogs, octopi, sharks, squid, and stuff like that so I wanted to do the ones that not many people would do and that's difficult. Rafayel would be a chevrotain (which is a mouse deer with little fangs), Xavier would (fittingly) be a sloth, Sylus would be a vampire bat, and Zayne would be a Kangaroo (I might swap Sylus and Zayne but do note that Kangaroo have two penises as well; and I have no idea how to explain to my FBI agent just why my search history is filled with stuff like this but I must do my research for stories 😞).

Two more categories. We have "Polar hybrids" as mentioned earlier and "Mythological Hybrids".

For the polar ones, Rafayel is an arctic fox, Xavier is a penguin, Sylus is a snow owl, and Zayne is a polar bear!

As for the mythological, it's half unfinished. I only have Rafayel as a kitsune and Sylus as a cerberus/hellhound hybrid with Y/n being the daughter of Hades.

The Fated/Soulmate series! I'm unsure what to call this exactly. I might have it under "Fated mini-series" but it's going to be four different one-shots with each of the guys under a different soulmate trope. So you can give me feedback about this as well or even comment something you'd want to see instead or even help add upon the idea itself!

Rafayel's soulmate trope would be the "colourblind until you touch" trope. Where everyone is colourblind until you meet your soulmate but for an added twist, the first touch from your soulmate leaves an imprint wherever they touched. So, for example, Rafayel grabs your arm as you try to leave and it leaves a pretty, water-coloured imprint on your wrist. I think that would be a fitting and cute combination for Rafayel.

Xavier's soulmate trope would either be "dreams of a past life together", so you both dream of your past life and have to find the person in your dreams, or "at a young age, you can make something and send it to your soulmate. This item will be key in finding your soulmate as an adult." So, let's say you send Xavier the star sword tassel and he sends you a crystal (imagine the protocore he tries to give the mc in his anecdotes). Then, as adults, you see Xavier walking to class with the charm on his backpack while your grandma, Josephine, turned the crystal into a necklace. Edit; this has been changed to a "tattoo mark" appearing when making contact with your soulmate annnnd the guideverse (so think espers and guides)

Zayne's is, by far, my favourite idea. It's "once you touch your soulmate, you get opposing evols". So similar to "opposites attract". You're childhood friends with Zayne and for some reason (spoilers), you wear gloves so you can touch anyone. Zayne also wears gloves in solidarity with you but, one day, he forgets his gloves and catches you when you slip. His hands touch your bare elbows and suddenly, he has an ice evol and yours is fire. For some extra angst, fire is traumatic for you and so is the thought of soulmates.

Sylus's is more of a funny idea than anything. A "tangible red string of fate" so similar to the evol linkage in game. He can drag you around with it and everything. It gets more visible and stronger the more you think about the other person, so at first its barely even noticeable and he can't move you with it. But soon, he can literally drag you out with him and you can play a funny game of tug-of-war with it. Edit; I really want to change this one so i might hold a voting for it as well

I also had the fleeting idea of grumpy x sunshine but that's more of a "trope" than a soulmate trope.

I also have another good fate idea for Rafayel, a stand-alone one. This soulmate au would be "your soulmate is from another world and you get dreams of their day-to-day life. You must decide if you'll cross over to their world by your 23rd birthday and, if you choose not to, you'll lose your connection to them." In this au, Rafayel would be the God of the Sea and you would be an average person. Rafayel would be more than willing to leave his life for his soulmate but as the last God of the Sea...You end up making the decision for him.

The Tropes mini-series;

So this one is a four-shot with an accumulation of tropes. So each LADS boy will have a one-shot of a different trope. Like friends to lovers, rivals to lovers, etc.

I could've went the obvious route and chose Zayne or Xavier as childhood friends to lovers but I didn't want the easy way out to be honest.

The trope I chose for Rafayel is "amnesia". You've lost your memory and woke up in the hospital with a man seated next to you. His hand desperately gripping your own as if he were a balloon about to fly away. "Uh...hello?" You ask, your throat feeling dry as if you hadn't spoken in weeks. "Y/n!?" The man jerks awake with wide eyes. Tears flood his waterline and he gently cups your face. You can feel his hands trembling and you tilt your head to the side, confused, "Are you...my boyfriend?" "What-" Rafayel looked confused, but it only takes a few seconds before he nods, "Yes. I'm Rafayel, your boyfriend."

In actuality, you're his bodyguard and you got injured trying to protect him. He lies to you because he doesn't want you to put yourself in danger for him anymore.

Edit; this one has since been changed to "love at first sight" + reincarnation + slight enemies to lovers

Xavier's trope is a complete flip on what you would originally expect. I chose "rivals to lovers" for him, just because I had a small idea where he could be a lightseeker and you would be the other faction. (I forgot the names of the knights on Philo, they're from Xavier's lightseeker myth if you're confused) But you also get annoyed with Xavier because he keeps putting off his princely duties. Annnnd it would be funny to call him "Princess". I have since changed mind and Xavier's "Pragma(tic) Love" is out now!

Zayne's trope is also not "friends to lovers". Instead I thought "forbidden love". This one is a bit of a stretch and I can tweak it if it's unliked but this would be a fantasy au where Zayne is from the Kingdom of Linkon and he's a saint blessed by Astra (the God from his Forseer myth) and you are a princess from the Kingdom of Philo. You were blessed by the Goddess Lux (I made her up and her name means light) and you've come to Linkon's Kingdom to possibly marry their prince, Greyson (I didn't want to use a love interest for this role), and unite the kingdoms. Instead you, a princess from a kingdom who doesn't believe in Astra, and Zayne, a follower of Astra, fall in love. Also, Zayne's powers cannot affect you because of Lux's blessing, which gives you the ability to resonate (make other's powers stronger), heal, and create a ball of light so hot that it feels like fire itself. Edit; this one has been changed to "brother's best friend" <3

Now, Sylus is our friends to lovers! A modern au friends to lovers where your mother is a top operative in Onychinus, a crime syndicate led by Sylus's parents. You meet while young (but not too young) and have a seven year age gap. You've always had a crush on Sylus, since you were little, and Sylus possibly does but he avoids thinking about it because of your age difference. At 30, he feels like he's way too old for you, at 23 in this. Now, to not make it weird, your mother passes away and you're sent to your grandma, Josephine's to live a better life away from all the crime. You grow up there from highschool, all the way until college when disaster strikes. On your way home for springbreak with Caleb, your friend- who your grandmother took in, your home explodes. The blast kills both Caleb and your grandma. This was clearly an attack by a rival gang and Sylus steps in to take you back to Onychinus.

Edit; this one has been changed as well, I'm unsure of what just yet though, but there's a voting for what it could be! (Sept 2, 2024)

I hope you guys aren't tired of this by now! But either way, I'll keep going since I'm not done yet. I just wanna put my ideas out there and figure out which I should be working on as I post my weekly chapters for "Twist of Fate".

The next category is the "camgirl" mini-series. This one was a must-have to add because I've read so many BTS camgirl one-shots and loved them so much. I doubt any of the four guys would ever want their love on camera for everyone to see but they might not mind as much if they're on screen with her...

So for Sylus, I already have a name. I came up with it at work- "Welcome to the Puppet Show".

The idea is as follows, "Sylus strings you up like a puppet with his evol during one of your weekly cam-sessions." That's it. That's all I got.

For the rest, Xavier's would be the usual. He's your childhood friend and he recently gifted you a necklace for your birthday. His friend, Jeremiah, tells him about this camgirl website and jokingly shows him a few videos. After this, Xavier has been watching your lives for a while now until he notices something peculiar in today's session. You're wearing the necklace he gave you. He instantly knows it's you because he got the necklace custom made and he confronts you about it.

Rafayel is a tattoo artist and he recently gave you a tattoo. It was a pretty unique one so he'd never forget what it looked like, especially where you had it done. A cute, little koi fish ying-yang under your breast. He sees the tattoo in one of your cam-sessions and I'm not sure how you would meet up after that, if I'm honest so let's move on to Zayne.

Zayne is your partner during your cam-shows. He's your close friend from school and once he learnt of your cam-shows, he casually offers to be a part of them for when your fans get tired of your solo lives. He's always only lent a hand, never actually fucking you. Neither on camera nor off. But on your final live, you ask him to fuck you. This is your final live because you're planning on confessing your feelings for him afterward.

Now, we're onto the most unsure one of all; the Android mini-series.

The Android mini-series is, once again, solo one-shots compiled into a series. This series was heavily taken from an old bts mini-series I had. Like Rafayel's would've been Taehyung's (his model would've been the Vante KTH7-1230), Xavier's would've been Jimin's (his model would've been PJM7-1013), Zayne's would've been Namjoon's (his model being Holmes 2.0 KNJ7-0912), and Sylus's would've been Yoongi's (his model being OG Holmes MYG7-0309). So, I might change Zayne and Sylus's models because I might want to write this idea for bts in the future, but just let me know if you want to see it and I'll make some changes!

For Rafayel's, you were fully colourblind when you were younger but you were deadset on becoming an artist. Your grandma, Josephine, had always wanted the best for you so she worked many days of overtime at her job until she could finally afford a corrective surgery- but only for one eye. You've gotten the surgery, which was replacing your original eye with an android one so now you have one e/c (eye colour) eye and one magenta eye. Later on in life, you were finally in college for an art degree and your professor gifts you his old android. A Delaux model (the model is named after a famous artist who painted mermaids) with the ID number RF04-0306. The Delaux model of androids are used to help artists with colour correction and matching, give input on what would sell best or look more appealing to buyers, and even give an artist ideas for artworks or create compelling backstories that their artwork could be based upon. All Delaux androids have unnatural coloured hair since it's against their coding to have nature hair because it's normal and therefore boring for such an artsy android model. Rafayel is the only Delaux model with his hair colour.

Next up is Xavier. He's a Lux model android with the ID XV04-1016. Lux model androids are primarily used as an assist for the military and police force as replacements for the K-9 unit, so they're lithe and light on their feet. These models always have blonde or silver hair if they work for the police and black hair if they're affiliated with the military. If they have any different hair colour, then the Lux model is considered defective and is terminated. These models cannot be kept by the public because they're a higher caliber of android, unless they are protecting a rich client. For your story, you find him in an alleyway or maybe a garbage dump and he's half destroyed. You decide to bring him home to your mechanic shop (your home is above the shop) to repair him. Once your power him on, he remembers nothing so you decide to keep him around- almost as if he's a stray dog. Also, in this story, you have an android arm. For this one, I'm 100% sure if I want him to be a military android but it makes sense for him. It was either this or a sex worker android and I feel like that doesn't fit with him..

Zayne is a Holmes 2.0 model android with the ID number ZY04-0905. The one and only Holmes model in existence since the last one was shut down because it was ruled compromised (or deviant) after a various amount of tests. The Holmes model is a less animalistic version of the Lux model; These androids are more intuitive and less likely to instigate conflict. Black hair is their only choice of hair colour, anything else and they will be decommissioned. In this, you are a damn good detective. The best there ever was...until your accident. You miscalculated an explosion radius during your last big mission and it costed you big time. You ended up losing both an arm and a leg. Your boss (the chief of police) compensated you for your injuries. He provided you with an android arm and leg to replace what you had lost and a brand new Holmes 2.0 model android to be your little sidekick for the next few months, until you can get used your new limbs. This would be his first official test run before the EVER corporation created more of his model. But you hated it. You felt useless to your team and you felt less human with your new android add-ons. You pretty much took out your anger on your newly acquired android because they gave you an android to solve a problem that an android caused in the first place! Damn defective android almost killed you, all because it "didn't want to die". I love the premise of this but Holmes doesn't fit with Zayne's aesthetic. I can always swap him to a medical assistance android where Y/n has a heart condition and Zayne is her android that takes care of her but it's up to yall! If I change Zayne, I have to change Sylus's though because their models go hand in hand for the story.

And lastly, we have Sylus. He...can't remember his model name but he knows his ID number, SL04-0418. Though, every time he looks up his ID number, he gets no results. Nothing. It's almost as if his model never existed or...it was decommissioned. That would mean he's defective and he doesn't want to admit that. He doesn't want to be shut down. After searching, he soon learns that he might be the original Holmes model but...it's not like he can just ask anyone, they'd shut him down if he asked..right?

You have worked in the big, shiny and glaringly white EVER corporation building for years at this point, creating and customizing many androids that are constantly in every day use. You painstakingly detailed everything about these androids from their faces to even their personalities and the very first Holmes model was no exception. You grew very close to this android during the years of designing and creating him, you even gave him a name. Sylus. He was one of your favourites, out of all of your creations, and...he was decommissioned. You honestly never thought you'd see him again until you were brought in to shut him down and you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You had loosely based his looks on an old friend whom you had a one-sided crush on. From his hair to his eyebrows, his physique and even the scar on his chest. You were able to take full creative liberties with the very first Holmes model android because, well, it was the first in existence. But now, he's just called a failed prototype. You made him too...human. Too independent and strong willed. This wasn't the designated personality for a Holmes model android and this ultimately led to a cop becoming gravely injured on Sylus's first mission. The negligence caused by your own hand haunts your every day because you could've killed someone. It would've been your fault, after all. But now with that android, your android, standing right in front of you once more...You can't seem to let him go. You can't lose him, not for a second time. You're willing to throw your whole job away to protect him, sick and tired of androids being treated horribly just because they're becoming self aware and more human. So again, let me know if you like this idea and if you do, I hope you won't mind if I end up re-hashing it when I possibly make my bts android mini-series <3 because I genuinely can't think of anything that works with Sylus. Nothing else really makes sense but I'm also unsure of how the story would go with this one 🤔

I think we're at the half-way point! This is where it goes downhill to be honest. The only good one here is the first one, I feel, but if I thought about it more, I'm sure I'd find better ideas for the other guys.

Rafayel's fairy tale story is quite obvious. It's "The Little Mermaid" but flipped. You would be Eric and Rafayel would be Ariel, however Eric would be the one wanting to be part of Ariel's world. You've seen him in the ocean multiple times from your beach house. Honestly, the first time you saw him, you thought he was drowning but then you saw the beautiful purple and blue tail fin that adorned his lower half. He was...a mermaid? Every day for a few weeks, you'd take some time out of your day just to watch him breach the surface and play around with the seagulls. He would sometimes sit atop driftwood and large boulders in the ocean. He was a sight to behold. And then, he began to take notice of you. Eventually, the two of you begin engaging in conversation- but not before he accuses you of wanting to fillet him like a fish. As the two of you grow close and he tells you stories about his home, Lemuria, you decide you want to be a part of his world. You find a traveling witch and she gives you an ultimatum. You can become a mermaid to live with Rafayel but you must give something up equal in return. Now, the tricky part is, I'm not sure what I want for Y/n to lose. I don't want it to be her voice, her eyesight, her emotions, so I'm thinking maybe she gains a heart condition so she can be with him but not for a long time. Though, this heart condition can be cured with an act of passion. An action that would tug on anyone's heart strings would be enough to snap the strings of Y/n's heart back into place. Also some mermaids are depicted with two penises so...Yeah!

Xavier's is yet another obvious one. I decided to go with "Sleeping Beauty" but I can always change it if I can find a better one. On the day the little prince was born, a warlock appeared and let out a cackle, "I shall curse the sole heir to Philo's throne. This kingdom has brought many sufferings to warlocks and witches alike and it shall be brought down by the prince himself!" The warlock, named Luminous (I came up with that on the spot but it's a parallel to Maleficent and Lumiere) also cursed the king and queen with infertility so they couldn't just have another child. And so, on Prince Xavier's 23rd birthday, Luminous reappeared and unsealed the curse upon the prince. Thorns erupted through the banquet hall, wrapping around the entire castle, and whomever was pricked by the thorns fell into a deep slumber. 50 years have passed since the kingdom of Philo fell into a deep slumber and you, a witch who was also childhood friends with the prince, decide to sneak into the castle and plunder it for any treasures it may hold. While searching, you prick your finger on a thorn and panic, thinking you will also succumb to the curse. However, you don't. This could be because you're a witch or because you're just the protagonist. Either way, this leads you to believe that you could wake Xavier up and this option would pave the way for more money in the future so it's your best opportunity for some quick wealth. As you head over to Xavier, pondering on how you could wake him up, you end up tripping over something on the floor and you land on top of him. Your lips crashing into his and you can taste your own blood. Congrats, you've awoken sleeping beauty! :D

Sylus's story...I'm torn between "Rapunzel" and "The Beauty and the Beast". He's got the Flynn Ryder aesthetic but also the Beast's at the same time so once I come up with a storyline, I'll probably make my decision.

Zayne's is also another hard decision. I could go for the obvious "Frozen" or perhaps Mulan. I'll explain my Frozen storyline though since that's all I've got. So Zayne is Elsa and you have the power of fire. (I haven't seen Frozen 2 but I think there's a girl who wields fire in it?) You don't know that you have this power and you were a princess who was just banished from your Kingdom, Philo, due to the false charge of trying to murder your step mother, the queen. You were banished from your warm kingdom to a desolate, snowy forest in the Kingdom of Linkon. And here, you stumble upon Zayne's ice castle that he created with his powers. Now, the story behind your false charges is, your step mother went from a mistress to a queen after your mother passed away and your step mother got rid of you because she wants her son, the king's non-bilogical, to be next in line for the throne instead of you. So, instead of fighting your way to go back home, you convince Zayne to allow you to stay in his castle until the snow storm outside subsides and you can leave. Soon, you learn of your fire powers and Zayne offers to aid you in learning how to use them. Also, Zayne's younger brother Greyson (He is Ana here) and his girlfriend Yvonne (She is Kristoff) are the rulers of Linkon because Zayne locked himself away in the castle in fear that his powers would hurt someone.

Here's where the ideas get less and less detailed. This was another mini-series taken from my old bts ones and honestly, I might not even write these but I thought it would be nice to add them here just in case.

Zayne would be an English professor with you as his teaching assistant. Even though you're an assistant, you also do some classwork to bide your time when you're not busy and even turn it in to Zayne to have him 'grade' it. This week's essay for a romance essay and you decided to write a steamy little romance essay for fun and submit it to Zayne after class. A week passes by and you're worried he either saw it and didn't care or he's going to mention it when you leave expect it- which he does the latter. He's intrigued at how knowledgeable and intimate the scenes are, and questions if you've done something like this before. You respond that you're a virgin and Zayne asks, "Would you like to feel how your essay would play out?"

For Rafayel, I'd do the obvious choice of an Art Professor with you as his teaching assistant (you're always the teaching assistance because Professor x student feels a bit icky to me, just the power dynamic and everything. I'm not too into writing it). Anyway, he needs you to be a model for a painting but never tells you just what kind of model.

Sylus's could be a physical education professor, I'm not sure if that's even a type of professor? (I didn't go to college so I wouldn't know) but I'm on the fence about this one. I could base it loosely off of his boxing 5 star card.

Xavier would be the Theatre/Drama professor and he needs you to be his supporting actress for rehearsals. Maybe you both are participating in a big play with the students and you need to practice your lines?

Because these ones are specifically so short, I'm not going to add a break in-between. It feels unnecessary but the next idea is superheroes. Honestly since I love Spiderman so much, I might make them all spiderman but for now...here's the ideas.

Xavier would be Lumiere (comparable to Spiderman), Rafayel would be spiderman (because I don't want to write aquaman-), Zayne could be winter soldier, and Sylus might fit as Iron Man. So in these stories, you'd be Iron man's secretary (so think Pepper), spiderman's best friend, lumiere's biggest fan and probably a reporter, and I'm drawing a blank on winter soldier.

The superhero one is honestly my weakest link when it comes to these one-shots but I really want to give it a shot.

Then, the actual one-shots that wouldn't be in series's would be all of their 5 star myth cards but reimagined. So I wouldn't write them word for word, just loosely base them on it.

The only example I have is for the Sea God myth.

So in this story, you're still an orphan being raised by the emissaries as a sacrifice for the Sea God but you have grandma Josephine, who was a clergy woman at the church you were confined to. She would tell you all kinds of stories about Lemuria and the people who lived under the deep sea. Then, on your 19th birthday, she passes away and shortly after, you were thrown into the sea as a sacrifice for the Sea God. I set the age at 18/19 just because Rafayel's coming of age ceremony to become the Sea God is within the 5 star myth cards and usually your coming of age ceremony (at least in ro-fan manhwas) is around the age of 16 to 19.

Annnnd that should be it! I really wanted to add my space/alien! Bts au since I really like it and will more than likely write it in the future, but this isn't a bts post so I don't want to write about them too much here but if you want to hear about it then I might make a separate post about it!

With that being said, I hope you enjoyed reading through my ideas for the future and have some that you're looking forward to! Other than that, my next post will be Chapters Six and Seven for "Twist of Fate" on late Friday or sometime Saturday! I don't have an exact time since I'll have to cross-post to both wattpad and AO3 but it'll be one of those two days. I'll possibly even post chapter eight as well, but I'm not too sure yet since I'm writing chapter twenty and I don't want to post too many chapters at once. I'll see y'all once more on friday/saturday! 🩷

[silentmagi]

Call me J, cus im adding to a portfolio

Here is the details of an au that I randomly came up with because undercover boss was on the brain+Mariokart was also on the brain, I hope you enjoy it and can maybe help flesh it out further or just have some add some fun head-canons of your own!

Felt inspired to do something, a little different with this one. Love the feel for things. Flash is a Koopa with a near perpetually burnt green shell, and a very adrenaline junkie vibe. Bit denser than a neutron star, but a sweetie.

Welcome to the wonderful world of Mario Kart TV! Name's Flash, and I'm a quality assurance tech here at the kart HQ, which means I make sure things work how they're supposed to before the kart season so we put on the best shows for our viewers at home.

Now I'm just a simple Koopa, so I may miss a few details here. What? The burns on my shell? . . . Some things didn't pass quality testing. Anyways, come with me and I'll show you around behind the scenes.

Karmii bruh! I got you some of that Bayside Coffee you love... noo... it's not be- yeah the boxes you gave me blew up on me... think it's the fireflower or bo-bombs starting it. Got the form for that under your coffee. Ignore the camera, you got the memo about it last week. See you at the launch party!

Karmii here is the wiz that was, he does all the item boxes, gravity stabilizers and boosters. He is the heart and soul of what we do, and no one gives him the props he deserves.

Whoa! Sorry Gimbi, didn't see ya there. Here's some coffee for you too, I'll just put it in your cup holder as labeled. Hey love the new fit, going with the construction yellow they used last year, nice. Naw, they didn't pass testing.

Oh the camera? Yeah, it's for the behind the scenes thing. Mind telling them about placing the boxes? Yeah, just like you did for my nieces' class last month.

*sounds of sipping can be heard under the mini-lecture* Thanks. Hey, listen, if you need help, you got my number. I can be your muscle anytime.

*smash cut later* sweet gal, wish I had the gu- I mean, we're heading on to meet up with Todii. Great guy. Hey Todii, oh you heard about the explosion? Yeah, I'll be back at it after this recording. Nah, they don't want to see my job. *short showing of several things he tests, show from the bushes, corners, and other places that he wouldn't normally look*

Yeah, I hooked Karmii up with coffee, he should be about due for a refill though. *equivalent of a fist bump* yeah, I am hyped to test out the new kart system. Levi got the class ready to catch me? Cool

Hey, did you see Koplina and Ikitin arrive earlier? Hope they got that new pla- hiiii Koplina. You're here... because you heard of the video. Okay, yeah, give us the elevator pitch of your job. *camera holds still, while in a mirror-like window, Flash and Ikitin greet each other*

Thanks Koplina, hope that the new locations go well, you're the best!

*cut to an old lakitu looking at a group of lakitus fishing for targets down off an isolated part of the course.* Hey Levi, how's cloudy? Still adorable? I brought some of their favorite cotton candy... Oh don't look at me in that tone of voice, you know I'm not trying ot bribe them to like me.

Oh, the camera? Yeah, you got the memo right? Anything you want to tell the audience watching? Thanks man, hey, you've been here since the beginning, and I just want to say thanks for sharing your wisdom. Also, poker night, following the last race, you in? Sweet.

Nukli is not giving your students trouble while he's setting up his section is he? Cool, would have to have Koplina getting on us after the fiasco five years ago. I'll bring him some coffee... yeah man, I got your tea. It's the cup with a smiley cloud on it.

*shows Flash and Nukli sipping coffee with lunch boxes next to them, before showing Flash alone heading towards the workshops*

Okay, so Nukli didn't really have much to say, great guy though. *Flash freezes, eyes widening as he turns the camera around, showing Mr. NT* H-hello sir, I didn't expect you in today. Y-yeah, this is the documentary from the memo. I think it looks good, but will give it to PR for spin and polish.

Yes sir, I am fine, the burn is only on the surface of the shell, and I'll polish it out at home tonight. Yes sir, you have a good night as well Mr. NT. Give the family the best for me, I heard about the new one on the way. Congrats.

*cut to Flash back in his 'office' which is a small locker and various schematics on the walls.* Thank you all for coming with me, and I hope you all will enjoy this new season of Karts, we're doing our best for you. Flash out. *he gives a cheeky salute before it fades to a team picture of the back office staff.

[one-annon]

so sorry for the lack of posts recently! ive been more in an art mood than a writing mood, but i have been writing little mini drabbles about some of my other non horror related interests! one being space...

obviously these wont be as long as my normal writes, but i do take requests if people want to hear me ramble about something in space!!

thought some people would enjoy reading some of em :) heres my ramble on galactic cannibalism!

so galactical cannibalism is the process of a galaxy 'eating' another. SUPER AWESOME SAUCE.

usually a galaxy just absorbs the parts of another. yknow that thing that keeps earthfrom becoming a rouge planet? gravitational pull? yeah! galaxies have that too! our galaxy is actually pretty lucky cause the closest one to us is 2.5 million lightyears away. other galaxies further out though are realllllyyy tight together usually and eventually theyre gonna collide and their gravitational pull will screw with them!

both galaxies pull at each other but the bigger one will have a bigger gravitational pull and win!!! the small one will get parts pulled and pulled off of it and eventually it gets eaten…yeouch. it wont totally eat the galaxy - it physically cant. galaxies have black holes at the center and thats whats getting it all together! all itll do to it is heavily distort it.

the milky way was actually formed this way!! kinda..it was formed from grabbing parts and sections of other galaxies!! way before humans were around. wanna know how scientists figured that out? STARS!!!! not only does cannibalism mess up the shape of galaxies but it FORMS STARS!!

because of the galactic clouds merging together in a way, stars are born!! stars form via interstellar molecular clouds, which are full of cold gas and dust!! they smush together and they end up making protostars - the first stage of a star! itll grow n stuff but thats for another ramble.

our galaxy has these!!! out further n further from our star, the sun, are older stars that scientists believe are from neighboring galaxies that we collided with!! they most likely formed in that galaxy from OTHER galactical cannibalism moments!!! of course theres other reasons stars form, but this one is fun to think about yeah?

remember that galaxy from earlier? the one close to us by 2.5 million light years? its name is andromeda and theres evidence that its a galaxy that eats others!

theres this one star cluster, the dulais structure, thats IN andromeda but theres theories that it was formed OUTSIDE OF IT!! which is very very possible by the way. they orbit weirdly and VERY different from any other star cluster in andromeda and scientists are very sure its because its leftovers from another galaxy!!

theres other things in andromeda that give the idea that they were from other galaxies! scientists are even able to put a timestamp on it - one being from around 5 billion years back and the other from 8-10 billion years back!

this is often confused with galactical merging but theyre different! merging forms a whole new galaxy and cannibalism leaves one of the two galaxies deformed!!

[younglingslayer300]

i absolutely love star wars prequels and hamlet comparisons because there are so many parallels and interesting contrasts, not just with anakin/hamlet, but also shmi as gertrude.

i think the contrasts between shmi and gertrude are super fascinating, for example when it comes to their agency - they both kind of give up their sons, marry someone other than their son's father, and their deaths motivate both their sons to commit violence in their name (tusken massacre/hamlet stabbing claudius and poisoning him in possibly his most iconic moment of the play). but the way they do those things is so so different, because shmi genuinely thinks sending anakin to the jedi is the best thing for him, and while i have my thoughts about cliegg buying her (personally find this very uncomfortable but probably more of a reflection of george lucas than anything else), this can technically be spun as her gaining more agency, because she's freed from slavery.

gertrude on the other hand allows claudius to send hamlet away and do whatever he wants without interfering, opening her own son up to the risk of murder, and acts completely blind to it, giving him up to maintain her own cushy position at claudius' side in a way that is completely opposed to shmi's selflessness in sending anakin away. and the murders that hamlet and anakin both commit after their mothers' deaths are opposed too - hamlet killing someone he had always meant to kill, and freeing denmark in the process, in the name of a mother who had not done that much for him during the play, versus anakin committing spontaneous genocide.

the reason that difference feels so significant to me is because of the way it contrasts how shmi and gertrude exercise their limited agency imo. gertrude has basically atrophied the agency she did have, and hamlet avenging her the way he failed to avenge his father is almost like a mini catharsis for her passivity for me, whereas shmi uses her limited agency to do what good she can, and then her gentle, pacifist legacy is tainted when anakin slaughters the tuskens in her name.

gertrude and shmi both have relatively limited agencies, but gertrude's lack of influence looks laughable when compared to shmi, a literal slave. but the way they both gain/(in gertrude's case) keep agency by marrying a man is super similar which is probably what prompted me to make this post in the first place.

if gertrude didn't marry claudius, her status in life would be significantly reduced, and while the play doesn't really go into the why of her marrying claudius, just berating her for it instead, i think it shows an interesting selfishness that deepens her character beyond just hamlet's passive mother. furthermore, she completely rejects it when hamlet tells her claudius killed his father (gertrude's first husband) (confusingly also called hamlet), in a way that has always made me wonder if she knew, and went along with everything claudius did to preserve herself out of fear for her own life. the most agency she shows is when she keeps hamlet's secret from claudius, but beyond that she entirely goes along with him, in a way that feels so comedically ignorant it's almost too ignorant, as if she knows what's happening but ignores it deliberately.

contrast that with shmi - she has even less agency as a slave, and without a talented son to increase her work output she's even more vulnerable, but she gives him up to give him a better life and because she believes he can help people, even though the jedi won't take her with them, in a hugely selfless move. but she isn't a complete opposite to gertrude, because she also marries a man to elevate her status, escaping her previous life and choosing something a little bit better, even if that could mean having to go along with what he wants. what exactly are the implications of marrying the person who freed her? how much control does he still have over her? it's fascinating/annoying that we never see cliegg and shmi interact, but cliegg certainly seems to care about shmi enough to go and lose his legs - but we get absolutely nothing about cliegg from shmi. to be fair, that's because she's busy dying from torture, but i do wonder if she loved him at all, or if she just married him in a gertrude-like way, because that was her best option.

okay stay tuned for padme/ophelia part 2 i'm loving this rabbit hole

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday Scottish actor Richard Madden born June 18th 1986 in Elderslie.

Richard was raised by his mother, Pat, a classroom assistant and his father, Richard, who worked for the fire service. He also has two sisters, Cara and Lauren.

His parents were “hippies”, he says, and their house was pretty open, with friends always piling in for big vegetarian meals. Madden spent a lot of time outside, in the woods behind their house. He has several injuries: he shows me where he shot his dad’s old air pistol and blew off part of his finger, then managed to wreck the same finger when he nailed a wooden plank to his skateboard, then crashed it, so apart from the Hippie parents it was much like most of our own days as bairns.

Despite growing up wanting to be an actor, Richard was very shy during his childhood. To overcome this, at age 11, he joined Paisley Arts Centre’s youth theatre program. In 1999 he was given the lead role as Sebastian Simpkins in BBC1’s children’s TV comedy series Barmy Aunt Boomerang, that’s him aged 12 in the first pic with co-star Toyah Wilcox.. By 2000, he’d made his feature film debut in the Iain Banks adaptation, Complicity.

After high school he was accepted to the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow, Scotland and in 2007, he graduated.

Less than two years later, Richard had a recurring role as Dean McKenzie on the 2009 BBC series Hope Springs. Soon after, he landed the role of Ripley in the 2010 movie Chatroom, a film about a group of teenagers who encourage each other’s bad behaviours after meeting online. In the same year, Richard played punk band Theatre of Hate singer Kirk Brandon in Worried About the Boy, a TV film about the life of British singer-songwriter Boy George.

In 2011 Richard landed his breakthrough role as Robb Stark in the HBO fantasy-drama series Game of Thrones. Also in 2011, he played gay paramedic Ashley Greenwick on the short-lived British comedy-drama Sirens. During hiatus from filming Game of Thrones in 2013, Richard was cast to star as Prince Charming in the 2015 Disney film Cinderella.

Richard won his first Screen Actors Guild award in 2014 for the Discovery Channel mini-series, Klondike. He played Bill Haskell, one of two adventurers who travel to Yukon, Canada during the Klondike Gold Rush in the 1890s. He further enhanced his reputation as a good actor when he appeared in the BBC drama Bodyguard in 2018, the following year he played Lieutenant Joseph Blake in the film 2017 and was Elton John’s manager/lover in the biop of the star Rocketman.

In January 2019 Madden won a prestigious Golden Globe for his role as war veteran David Budd in the BBC show Bodyguard. He also appeared in the 2019 war movie 1917.

We last saw Richard in the movie, Eternals, which was okay, but nothing great, he is one of several actors being touted as the next James Bond,

Last year Richard starred in the Amazon Prime series Citadel, I've watcheit and was not really impressed with it,I think he does pull of the American accent well, but I noticed there have been people saying he doesnt, Madden revealed he spoke in the accent for two years straight to prepare for the series. The show has been earmarked for a second series. Richard is set to appear in the feature film Killer Heat next, it is in post production.

In July 2019, Madden received an honorary doctorate from his alma mater, the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. When asked about his personal life during a New York Times interview following speculation about his relationships and sexuality, Madden stated: “I just keep my personal life personal.”

Madden was recently named one of ‘Scotland’s Sexiest Men' following a new study that identifies the most attractive features for men, he has competition though, also in the running are Bathgate’s David Tennant and Glasgow’s James McAvoy,

Richard, quizzed on what he would like to do next he sad “I’d like to do something in comedy. It’s nice to not… I mean we go to work every day and we’re like, ‘You’re gonna die today,’” he said, adding that he wanted to “do something fun for a minute.”

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Chapter 10:

Things seemed less tense the next morning. I was sitting outside the massive oak, dressed in a pair of low cut, denim mini shorts, and a black cropped t-shirt with a white skull emblazoned in the center. The hem hung to my navel. I’d complained, but he wouldn’t have it, said something about how if we needed to shift in a flash, they’d be the easiest thing to come off– though I’d tried to toss in my two cents about how a skirt would’ve been even easier. After shaking my head, I’d simply chalked it up to him simply liking my ass hanging out, so I’d given up. 

Though, that didn’t stop my wolf from chiming in with her own opinion– which leaned more toward agreeing with him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re actually coming around to like him. 

Well, it doesn’t help that his puppy is constantly reaching out to me. Whining, purring. It’s incessant! 

I smirked internally, while tossing a graham cracker into my mouth. So does that mean you’ll talk to him? 

Slow down, I haven’t decided anything….

Yet. I finished for her. 

I hate how perceptive you are. 

No you don��t. I internally grinned at her. 

When I glanced through the opening of the tree, I could see Sylus laying on his back, toying with his phone. A black t-shirt that looked a size too small for him, how it stretched taut over his chest and abdomen– the sight nearly making me drool. And lower, where he had donned a pair of black satin looking workout shorts. Leaving his knees down to his toes bare, showing off his impeccably structured thigh, and calf muscles. It still surprised me that he– a six foot-whatever stud muffin of an Alpha could sprawl out the way he did in the hollow of this tree, it was impressive. 

Running my gaze up the trunk of the oak, I couldn’t help but marvel at how truly massive the tree as a whole was. Even where it had broken, there was still life running through the branches, and leaves. Nature is amazing.

It was a subtle feeling at first, but I suddenly felt my wolf brush up against my senses, attempting to ease her way into my mind for once instead of dropping in unannounced. So, keeping in mind that I haven’t decided on speaking to Stayrus… I would like to have a chat with you, my Ori. 

The way she’d said that, the image of her laying on her back, showing her belly emerged in my mind. This seems a little unlike you, wolfy. What’s up? I asked softly, popping another graham cracker in the shape of an elephant into my mouth. 

First off… I’m sorry. 

My eyebrows popped up, What for?

For being a colossal ass. I could feel the sincerity in her words as they sunk in. Plus, I’m just getting sick of you calling me ‘wolfy’ or… ugh ‘puppy’. I smirked, setting the box of crackers off to my side before bringing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. 

Thank you for the apology. So? What should I call you then?

I am called Sirius.

Sirius. Like the Dog Star? 

The very one.

Well, that truly is fitting then, isn’t it.

Why do you say that? 

Okay, there is a poem or book known as ‘The Iliad’-- in it, the author- Homer refers to that star as ‘Orion’s Dog’. Coincidence? Probably, but it’s pretty cool! I couldn’t hold back the shiver of mirth that spread through me at this. I had a name for her now! 

That is fascinating, little one. She couldn’t hide the astonishment in her voice either, the gravity of this news seemed to pull a flutter of happiness to both of us. And I couldn’t hold it in as I dropped my arms and turned to crawl over to Sylus’ side. 

“Sylus! Sy! Guess what!” I reached out with both hands to press and shake his side, making him blink before lowering his phone with an amused and also confused expression. 

“What? What’s wrong, sweetie?” His eyes darted behind me, but when he saw my smile he seemed to calm down. “What’s up?” 

“She told me her name! My wolf!” The excitement was bubbling inside me like a volcano about to erupt, and I was beginning to bounce on my knees over the moss beside him. 

“Really?” His expression softened more, watching me have my little happy moment. “What is her name?” 

“Sirius.”

I watched as his eyes widened briefly, flickering between his and Stayrus’ momentarily. “The Dog Star.” he quietly responded, followed by a full megawatt smile pulling the corners of his mouth upward into one of the most breathtaking sights I’d ever seen, making my breath catch in my throat. “Orion’s Dog” Those words brought me back to the present, having been ogling his bright smile moments prior, causing me to grin right back at him. 

“Yeah! Isn’t that awesome? Do you think it’s a coincidence?” 

He huffed through his nose, “Doubtful. The Gods don’t do coincidence, sweetie. Plus our wolf spirits choose us, we don’t choose them.” I raised a brow and he waved a dismissive hand, then lifted his phone, “Where we’re going, it has a library where you can read until your heart's content.” 

I glanced between the device and him, “Where are we going, anyway? You’ve never told me.” 

He turned his head, staring straight up through the opening of the trunk, “At first, I wasn’t sure if I should take you there, but now… I know it’s probably the safest and best place to go.” 

I queried a brow, “That doesn’t answer my question.” 

He turned to look at me again, amusement flashing in his eyes, “We call that fishing for information, darling.” Setting his phone against his breastbone, he reached up to tap my nose, “We have a long way to go, but we are headed to my old pack territory.” 

I blinked, pausing a hand midair from brushing over the tip of my nose where’d he’d tapped. 

“Wait….”

“Yeah.” He nodded, confirming my thought. 

We were headed to the territory he’d left behind years ago? Judging by the way he’d said it, I gathered easily that this would be the first time he’d been back, and now… he wasn’t alone like he’d been when he’d left. “I called a friend the other night– the night you presented– and asked if we could go there, and he said we could.” 

A thought popped into my head, “Wouldn’t the male you left in charge have something to say about that?” 

“Zayne? He shouldn’t know, if he does… Rafayel has some explaining to do, as would Xav– as I’m sure Raf told Xavier as soon as he got off the phone, those two are connected at the hip.”

These names meant nothing to me, but clearly these men were friends or close acquaintances of my mate. “Besides, I doubt Zayne would mind if we showed up. Announced or unannounced, the only reason I don’t want him to know that we are on our way is that he’d make some big fanfare about it. I’d like to take a moment before diving back into the frey.” He’d absentmindedly started brushing his fingers up and down my forearm as he spoke, a note of comfort in his tone. 

With the arm he wasn’t touching, I reached up and brushed my fingers through his silken white tresses, giving the hand he had moving over my arm pause as I watched his eyes drift shut while my fingernails lightly scratched over his scalp. I smiled at him as his eyes slit open again, meeting mine. “It doesn’t matter where, I’ll go with you.” 

His eyes flashed, an emotion flickered over them that I missed, before he was suddenly moving. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, and then pulling his legs in to fold beneath him as he moved to kneel in front of me. Even on our knees, his larger stature had him towering over me as he reached out and cupped my cheeks between both of his hands. He brushed a thumb over my bottom lip, his garnet eyes darting between the movement and my own. 

The air around us seemed to still as he slowly began to bend down. I could feel his breath against my mouth as he stopped mere inches away, his eyes searching mine for something. Fear? Consent? I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of, was that I wanted him to kiss me. I nodded my head before reaching up to curl a hand around the back of his neck, my fingers twirling through the hairs at his nape before pulling him down the rest of the way. 

When our lips met, I felt something in the depths of my chest snap into place. Something cosmic and deadly. Something that nearly tore the very breath from my lungs if it hadn’t already been devoured by the man knelt in front of me. At the back of my head, I heard and felt the shift as Sirius howled, her presence flooding through every nerve ending and molecule in my body. Whatever the feeling was, I didn’t bother asking, and she didn’t bother responding. It just felt right. Like that last puzzle piece snapping into place, leaving behind an empty box and a completed image. 

The feel of his lips on mine. Plush velvet. Moving over mine like silken threads. I was drowning in the heat of him, breathing heavily through my nose as he canted his head, deepening the kiss; his tongue brushed the edge of my bottom lip, causing a shiver to run all the way down my spine. This was our first kiss, and somewhere in my mind I asked myself why we hadn’t done this earlier… but now, I was glad we’d waited. 

As I felt the brush of his tongue against my lip again, I parted them and let him in. A soft groan escaped his throat as he dipped his tongue beyond my teeth. The taste of him brought forth my own soft moan as I felt his hands start to move. From my cheeks, down the sides of my neck, over my clavicles, under my arms and down over my ribs before they slid behind my back, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me up against the hard surface of his body. 

I could feel a matching desperation in his kiss that I felt behind my ribs, but the sensation was cut short as he suddenly pulled away from me, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths together as our hooded eyes slit open to meet. My chest was heaving, and so was his. A natural desire shifted in me and I leaned forward, brushing my nose against the sharp line of his jaw. “ Sylus .” It was the only thing I could think to say, my body was craving him, imploring him through scent and pheromones. If I could sense that, then surely he could as well. 

I could feel Sirius purring and rubbing up against my senses, she could feel it too. 

Groaning, he unwrapped his arms and lifted his hands to rest overtop my shoulders, pushing me away– albeit reluctantly. “I want to… believe me, but now, I want to make it perfect.” He swallowed thickly and then looked around, “Inside a massive tree on a bed of moss… sounds primal and romantic, but not perfect. Not the kind of perfection I want.” His tone had dipped to a level that had me and my wolf squirming, my thighs automatically pressing together for some form of friction as the heat between my legs pulsed. 

Call him by his title. I shifted in his hold, feeling something at the pit of my stomach twist as the word formed on my tongue. Rub against him, say his title. I sucked in a breath from her demanding tone, but slowly did as she bid. I eased forward and pressed my chest back up against the spot above his diaphragm and the upper portion of his abs, tilting my head forward so I could rub my cheeks up against his pecs, and relishing in the sound of him sucking in a sharp breath. Looking up at him through my lashes, I kissed over his muscles through the fabric of his shirt before whispering, “ Alpha, please.” I tacked on the please automatically, and was not disappointed.

I watched the red in his eyes darken before his pupils swallowed them whole.

“ Fuck. ” The word slid passed his lips on a low, rumbled growl before his head descended and his mouth captured mine again.This kiss turned feral, versus what our first had been. Teeth clicked as he pushed against my mouth with his, forcing my reactions to suit his desires as one of his hands slid down my arm before dropping over my hip, pulling me flush against his front again, while the other slid up to grasp the back of my neck, tilting my head back further so he could devour my mouth. 

The intensity of this kiss began to overwhelm my mind, but I could feel Sirius there, pushing to take control of the moment. Why was she so excited right now? She’d been so standoffish with Sylus and Stayrus the entire time, and now… Was it that cosmic shift that happened during our first kiss? Was that the bond locking in place? Our mate bonds clicking together like the red thread of fate? Something was holding him back, I could feel it. 

Quit holding back, my Ori! Let us have him! He’s mine! He’s ours! Oh, shit. I knew what was happening now, our wolves. It was our bonds locking, and our wolves were losing the battles of need. How I knew that… seemed almost instinctual. 

He’d just said that he wanted our first time together to be perfect. Not in a green gooey swamp, or inside the hollow of a massive moss laden oak. Why had I done what Sirius told me to do? Why had I used his title? There was one moment I remember while in Ephraim’s pack, when my aunt used his Alpha title and he’d lost all sense of composure and had nearly bowled the woman over with such animalistic grunts of lust and desire that he’d ended up carrying her over his shoulder to their rooms. I’d been frozen in place at the time, having been cleaning the foyer where he’d been reprimanding me before she appeared. 

Moaning against the gravity and pressure of his kiss, I forced both of my hands from wherever they’d wandered up to grasp his shoulders. Sylus must not be driving this bus, as it were. So I tried to whisper in his mouth, “ Stayrus….” Only for a deep guttural growl to emanate from within his chest and into my mouth as he surged forward, pushing me backwards, almost painfully against the inner wall of the trunk. I grunted as a lance of pain swept between my shoulder blades, I couldn’t hear Sirius anymore, but I could feel her- thrashing in my head, trying to regain control of the moment. 

A sudden thought went through my head, Was this normal? For wolf spirits to lose control when their mate bonds are accepted? It couldn’t have happened between Asena and Stayrus… she didn’t accept him. So, Sirius had accepted Stayrus, just as I’d accepted Sylus. Lifting my hands that had dropped to my sides from the impact against the bark of the tree, I raised them and shoved against his shoulders. “ Stayrus , please… stop!” I forced through suddenly clenched teeth as the big man in front of me dropped his head and began planting near skin puncturing bites and wet tongue filled kisses and licks down my neck. When he stopped at the spot above the juncture of my shoulder and neck, I could feel the bloom of my blood surge to the surface of my skin. 

I could feel his mouth hovering above that spot, that tingling spot where another instinctual feeling inside me promised if he bit me there, it was all over. A wave of fear swept through me as the thought settled in my brain. I knew he was my mate, but this wasn’t how I wanted to truly become his. This didn’t seem right, this seemed forced. Like how he’d said he’d nearly done to Aurora when he’d seen her in the white dress. On top of those thoughts, I could feel a familiar panic flutter in my chest, this was resembling all too well how Caleb had first taken what he’d wanted from me. 

Reaching up with shaking hands, I gripped the hairs at the nape of his neck and pulled as hard as I could . He let out a feral snarl but didn’t try to attach himself to my neck again as I pulled him back hard enough to arch him backwards. His eyes were manic, spiralling in a combination of his ruby red and a golden citrine. “Stop this, now. This isn’t the behaviour of my Alpha.” I grit through my teeth to keep him from hearing them chatter from how much I was shaking. 

He froze. 

“...Ori…?” The broken sound of my nickname coming from the lips that had nearly devoured me just moments prior spoke. His eyes evened out to their normal crimson, at a snail's pace. I slowly loosened the iron grip I had in his hair and let him move to sit up, and as soon as he was upright again, and he seemed to have some control back, he leapt away from me, pressing his back against the opposite side of the inner trunk wall. “You– I– They… fuck .” He looked down at his hands, his hair falling over his terrified expression and his wide eyes. “I saw her… your wolf take over, and then– fuck and then Stayrus heard her.” He blinked, sucking in desperate breaths to try and calm himself before settling his red gaze on me again, “I’m so sorry, Ori… That was the last thing I expected.” 

So that hadn’t been me that had said his title then? I’d remained plastered to where he'd pushed me, not wanting to move just in case I, or he lost control again. I was anxious, sure– but I was also angry. Angry at Sirius, for getting the better of my emotions. I was angry at my lack of knowledge and I was angry at how much a part of me didn’t want that to happen again– even though it was a part of our biology, a part of our fate to accept the other in that way. 

“It’s fine…” I managed to murmur, letting my eyes drift down to the mossy bed between us. 

He scoffed, “Don’t do that.” He thumped a fist against the trunk of the tree, making me jump. “This is anything but fine , Ori. I could’ve hurt you, for fucks sake! Our wolves aren’t supposed to mate in our human forms… they’re too rough, as you’ve now seen.” He grumbled the last bit as he shoved off the tree, apparently having gained control over his horny wolf. 

I, on the other hand, could still feel the draw of Sirius and her gut wrenching need. She was battering against my mind with every ounce of her strength, crying out for Stayrus, for his touch, his knot ? Whatever that meant. The intensity of her desire was terrifying. Sylus was right. This was anything but fine. It brought to mind a sudden, hurtful thought, “Do you regret it then?” 

He’d been crouched and about to ease out of the opening to the hollow when he froze mid shimmy. “Do I… regret it?” His voice was so low it made me flinch under the weight of it, he was angry. “No, Ori. I do not regret kissing you… I regret thinking we had the self preservation to remain in control ourselves.” He hissed through his teeth as he faced forward again, “I won’t touch you again until we know we can control our wolves.” With those finalizing words, he exited the trunk of the tree and disappeared into the thicket of trees and bushes. 

—-

It was silent for the majority of our trek to wherever his old pack territory was. By his own admission, we had a long way to go yet. 

We were crossing over a highway, his eyes trained on the scenery before he suddenly leapt off the edge of the road and bounded into the treeline. Leaving me standing there in shock. What the fuck, man! I’d been uncharacteristically quiet the entire way, and I wasn’t about to say anything now. Instead I planted my feet on the edge of the asphalt and hugged my arms around my middle. I had to thank whatever Gods hung above for the lack of traffic, I was not in an outfit to draw the attention of a passing trucker. 

As I stood there, I opened the link to Sirius and found her knocked out in a corner of my mind, her breathing was ragged, and I could still feel her need, even in sleep– having probably passed out from her rampage in my head– she was still exuding that feral desire. It scared me. Shutting the link, I turned my head back toward the stretch of road. The black asphalt ran west to east, and it seemed to go on for ages. Right to the horizon line of my sight. Wherever we were, it was on some edge of a massive forest. Trees filled every available space aside from the road. We seemed to be well and truly in the middle of nowhere. 

“Aha!” I jumped from the noise and whipped around to face the trees behind me, where Sylus had disappeared into. A moment of silence followed the exclamation before a noise like an engine erupted through the quiet. It wasn’t an engine I knew. Louder, lower, more akin to a growl. A rumbly noise, also similar to a purr. It was a rich sound, and I found myself feeling a wave of excitement upon hearing whatever it was. 

I waited, the noise dulling my senses so I couldn’t hear as much, but could also just make out the sound of movement. Whatever he’d found, and whatever was making that noise was getting closer. When he broke the treeline, he had a massive matte black machine rolling beside him. His hands were stretched between two handle bars as he guided the hulking beast down the bank and up onto the side of the road, where he kicked a stand underneath it and let it sit for a second as he leaned against the seat. Catching his breath. 

Absentmindedly, I stepped forward and reached out a hand, brushing a few leaves and twigs from his hair. Only to pause and step back, dropping my hands to my sides, fingers curling into tight fists. “Sorry.” I whispered, angling myself away from him. 

I heard him sigh, “It’s fine, sweetie.” From the corner of my eye, I watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen a few times. Then he looked up and turned his head from left to right, his mouth moving silently over quiet thoughts. When he pushed himself to a stand next to the bike again, he noticed how I was looking at it. “It’s a Harley Davidson V-Rod Night Rod Special, 2 Stroke.” The words were entirely foreign to me, so I just nodded. 

He smirked before he turned his head to really look at me, “Don’t know what I’m saying, do you.” It wasn’t a question. 

I shook my head, returning his smirk before he continued to speak his motorcycle gibberish. The tension between us lessened as he walked me through, what was clearly, a love of his life–  making me smile outright. The machine had been custom built, not by him but by a friend of his. He spoke about the engine, the leather, the decision of the color and the design. He was so animated about it, his excitement was contagious and I found myself leaning in to his gestures, his words even though I didn’t understand a single word. 

When he was done, he had a shy smirk on his reddened face as he looked down at the bike, reaching up to scrub a hand behind his head, “My bad, I can go a little overboard about her.” 

I beamed at him, “It’s fine, Sylus. I like it.” 

His eyes met mine, “Really? Did you even understand what I was saying?”

I grinned, “Nope, but I imagine you’ll help me learn if I ask.” 

It was a slow reaction, but as his surprise and stun tapered away, a smile I’d like to say that was only meant for me was left behind. The earlier tension vanished with that one smile. 

He held out a hand, and a little timidly, I reached for it. Feeling the warmth of his palm grace my fingertips before he gently pulled me towards him, making a small little thrill course through me.

We stood there, face to face, with him leaning against the bike and me, having been pulled between his legs. He reached up with one hand to brush my hair away from my face, before his eyes met mine. I could see the eagerness swirling around in those garnet iris’. “If we hurry, we might be able to get far enough for a hotel.” He gestured behind him as he eased me a step back and stood up. “Come, jump on.” I looked between him and the bike for a moment, blinking stupidly. 

“Uh… do you have a helmet?” I asked, my voice breaking on the last word, exposing my unease. 

He chuckled softly before unlatching something he’d called a saddle-bag on the rear end of the bike. I watched patiently as he unclipped the box and opened it, before pulling out a black helmet with a red crow on the side. The visor was dark, how I was supposed to see through it was beyond me, but maybe it was more like the two way mirrors I saw on tv. Easier to see through one side, than the other. 

“Here.” Stepping towards me, he slipped the helmet beneath one arm before he reached out to me, gently slipping my hair behind my ears as his eyes gleamed down at me from his substantial height. Once my hair was as pushed back as he could get it, he palmed the helmet and slid it over my head. I could feel the cushions on either side press against my temples before he gave a shove and it slid into place, covering my entire face. As I thought, I could see through the visor much easier once I was on the other side of the glass, or plastic– whatever it was. 

He slid the visor open and caught my eyes in his before curling three fingers over the jaw of the helmet and tipping my head up, giving him access to the buckle and leather beneath. Allowing him to clip them together, pulling the stay tight until he was comfortable with how it felt. 

“Ready for a joyride?” He asked me, reaching into the same saddle bag and pulling another similar looking helmet free, this one also black, but matte like the rest of the bike and not glossy like mine. 

It was a little difficult to smile inside the helmet, but I managed. “Wherever the road takes us.”

He grinned before whipping his head back, the few strands of hair over his forehead swinging back before he slipped his helmet on, buckling the clip beneath his chin. The motion was all too hot, and I found my mouth watering at the sight. 

Turning to the bike, he reached out and pulled me over by my elbow before placing me in front of him and holding his hands against my sides. “When I say, spread your legs.” The crackle of his voice made me jump slightly, only for him to tell me that there was a speaker connecting the two helmets, so it was easier to talk rather than yell. Which made sense. 

When I nodded in understanding, his hands tightened exponentially against my sides, and suddenly my feet left the ground. He lifted me, with ease I might add, into the air and swung me over the back of the bike, over top of a smaller leather seat. “Spread’ em, sweetie.” I did as bid, and giggled a little when he sat me in place, squeezing my sides before letting go. I wobbled a bit, but regained my balance after shifting my hips a little. 

When he swung himself into place, I felt the proximity shift between us. This is going to be an interesting ride. I thought to myself as he kicked the stand out and we began to roll forward. 

“Hold on to me, sweetie, and don’t let go.” 

I immediately wrapped my arms around his middle, uncaring about the rush of heat I felt touch my cheeks as the sensation of speed and adrenaline poured into my system as I felt the bike lurch forward, the low rumbling of the engine peaking a bit as he geared the machine so we were flying down the highway, trees, signs and the like whooshing by us as breakneck speeds.

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[relaxxattack]

Hello you said you like aussies so WOE. MY DOGS BE UPON YE

Here's all three of em. They're menaces. My mom sings little songs about how they're aussholes while she cleans up their pee cause one of the boys isn't fixed yet and they keep competing to mark their territory and the girl participates cause she just wants to be included i guess?? They're literally so gorgeous that they could be calendar dogs if they could ever CHILL but my family hasn't had a chill dog since nineteen ought seven so

This is Ellie, she's the oldest. We call her Ellie Belle, which eventually evolved to Ellie Bellie Jelly Bean and sometimes just Beanies. Sometimes my mom calls her princess but don't let that fool you she's literally a killer. Out of all 3 of em she is literally the most bloodthirsty and she ABSOLUTELY has learned how to use her cutes to get her way. She's a #femalemanipulator and we have all caught on to her schemes but she's just so cute we all fall for it anyway

This is Little Bear. That's his name because I am great at naming things and suggested Koda or Kenai etc but my family kept not deciding on a name, so I started calling him Little Bear and my mom said "we'll just call him that until we decide on something for sure" and now he's like five years old soooo... not that it matters too much cause half the time we just call him Nugget or Wigglebutt. He's got a docked tail so when he's happy literally his ENTIRE BODY wiggles, hence why I only have one good pic of him. When my mom comes home after even like ten mins out he gets so excited he can barely even walk right. Between his ears and behind his eyes there is nothing but love and the desire for food, especially food that would literally kill him.

Last but not least, Zekie the youngest. The other two are mini aussies, but he's a full. Most of the time I do not think he knows this though. He's literally my baby I birthed him. My mom came home with him on a Saturday and knocked on my bedroom door and then opened it with a puppy in her arms that I did NOT KNOW we were getting. And then that Sunday her spleen pulled an Aradiabot (suddenly exploded) so for two weeks while she was in the hospital, I became a Father. The thing about Zeke is that he is so, so stupid that he can get away with mischief because half the time he looks like he looks like he's just as surprised as you are that he's doing what he's doing. His biggest hobbies are aspiring PWE (Puppy Wrestling Entertainment) star, giving people the heebie jeebies with his unsettling white man stare especially in the dark at night, and demolition.

I hope you enjoy the presentation on my evil little bastards and their beautiful little faces

omggggggg!!! 😭😭😭 i LOVE them thank you for sharing!!!!

[allaboutcinderella]

The Adventures of Cinderella’s Daughter (2000)

Starring: Laurie Sheirs as the title role

Yes this is really something that exists!

And it is… something. 😅

This mini series follows, you guessed it, Cinderella’s daughter, on some of her adventures as a teenage princess. 💁🏼‍♀️

✨SPOILERS AHEAD✨

Our main character, CINDY (super clever name…) narrates the entire series which right off the bat makes me cringe a bit. She talks about how she just wants to be “like a normal teen” and constantly points out what a drag it is to be royal and the daughter of the most “perfect storybook romance ever.” 🤦🏼‍♀️

First I have to say that even though this mini series looks like it had a budget of maybe $50, the acting was… not great, IT’S SEVERE LACK OF HOOP SKIRTS and the writing was extremely cheesy… it had a surprising cast!

Including STAN LEE!! What?!

He makes a cameo is the priest. That kinda blew my mind 🤯.

Also Jim Wise as Fred the “Fairy God-Brother.”

Now, I will give credit where credit is due, not all the episodes are bad. They’re not great, but I was enjoying some moments of it. (Then the acting got bad again and my attention would shift…)

• The first episode is pretty much what you’d expect of this kind of sequel. It’s a reverse Cinderella story. Cindy wishes to attend the jamboree being held in the village, but her father forbids her to mingle with commoners. She argues that he’s a hypocrite seeing as her mother used to be one and he still loved her. His mind isn’t changed, so cue in Fred, the Fairy Godmother’s… son? (Ok) His magic powers aren’t amazing but he somehow manages to supply Cindy with some ✨magic peasant clothes✨ to wear to the jamboree. She is excited mainly because there’s a peasant boy she thinks is cute, Gaven 👦🏻🤎 and hopes to dance with him. And wouldn’t you know it, she gets her wish… after beating him at… arm wrestling. 👀 However, unlike her mom, she stays past curfew therefore breaking the magic spell, revealing a ballgown and crown to show AHHH SHE’S A PRINCESS! The embarrassment! 🤦🏼‍♀️

Gaven accuses her of “playing a peasant” to make fun of them, causing Cindy run off. He realizes then that she is a teenage like him who wants friends and to have fun, so he finds her and makes up. 💁🏻‍♂️

• The second episode is about how Cindy wants to compete to be on her ye old high school’s jousting team. The this episode was so bad I had to skip forward, but it’s all to show Gaven “she’s tough even if she’s a princess.” Done. 🤺

• The third, possibly the better of the episodes, is one where we see that Cinderella almost didn’t marry the Prince due to her stepsister finding a wicked fairy godfather to trick her into not marrying the Prince. (Sound familiar…?) This kind of blew my mind because this came before Cinderella 3 and Twice Charmed, which have similar plots. The Prince even JUMPS OFF A BALCONY down to Cinderella… reminded me of the Prince jumping out the window.

• The final episode is more of a Cinderella story… for Gaven! 🤴🏻

Cindy finds herself trapped in an almost arranged engagement to a stuck up Prince who is basically just an ass. He makes fun of Gaven for being poor and does other weird things like tell Cindy to be more ladylike if she’s going to marry him. He even gives her a dress he wants her to wear to the ball because it’s what his queen would wear. ✨Yikes✨

Gaven manages to get the help of Fred for himself and disguise himself as the asshole Prince to dance with Cindy. But seeing as Cindy thinks he’s the other guy, she doesn’t enjoy their time. Of course she finds out it’s been him all along and boom! Happy ending!

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It’s a silly series and it’s painfully 2000’s - cheap 2000’s. But did I still sit and watch it? Yep.

I think the acting of Jim Wise (Fred) and Liz Lavoie (Cinderella) saved this series for me. Their acting was good. And of course Shirley Jones (the fairy godmother) was good as well.

•• Do I recommend watching it? ••

Well… I think it’s so crazy someone had the idea to make this. It’s honestly so wacky I think people should watch it just to see it with their own eyes. I know my curiosity got the better of me and now that I’ve watched it once I can say confidently that I never have to again 😆

I did also find it insane that Cinderella 3 and the stage show Twice Charmed must have gotten inspiration from this series. Some things were just way too similar…

But if you still don’t watch it… your life will go on just fine. 👍🏻

Thanks for reading! Let me know if you guys watch this series and what you think!