#type of light dimmer

[howdoesone]

How does one get their light bulbs to stop burning out so quickly?

Light bulbs are an essential part of our daily lives. From illuminating our homes to lighting up the streets, we rely on them to see in the dark. But if you find yourself constantly changing bulbs, it can be frustrating and expensive. Here are some tips and tricks on how to make your light bulbs last longer. Continue reading Untitled

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

"Sing to Me?"

Alastor x Reader (QP)

Yawning, you trudged out of the bathroom, drying your hair loosely with a towel. You were warm from your shower and the filling meal you'd had a little while earlier. Alastor was probably the best chef you knew, a fact you were extremely proud of. Even if your preferred form of protein was banned from the hotel premises, Alastor was always able to make do with what he had.

Despite it being late at night, you grabbed your laptop (a very rare, not VoxTech one) to work on some paperwork. You'd promised your boss to get these spreadsheets done, and you weren't one to shirk on your promises. Yawning again, you tuned your old-fashioned radio before settling down with your laptop. The radio had been a gift from Alastor. Many late nights had been spent listening to his broadcasts. They'd always been a comfort, even before you'd signed a contract with him.

Some light jazz filtered through the static, one of your favorite songs. Alastor knew you were listening. Smiling lightly, you started typing away.

The music was occasionally interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream or a sharp whimper. Your smile never left, humming along while Alastor had his fun. Part of you was vaguely aware that the radio show was now being broadcast all throughout Hell, that you didn't even need the radio, but you liked it, so it stayed on.

The spreadsheets were simple enough. With the radio in the background, you were able to focus just enough that the job came naturally. In the back of your mind, you started going over the next day’s schedule.

You'd ended up zoning out while you typed, not even noticing how the radio switched to static and then turned off by itself.

A single knock preceded Alastor's entrance, enough to break you from your thoughts. You were quick to notice the faint blood splatter on the sole of Alastor’s shoes, the only evidence of his previous activities.

“My dear, you know how I abhor those vile machines,” Alastor reprimanded, walking and starting to subconsciously organize your room. A chair was pushed in, a painting adjusted so it was even, the bottom drawer of your dresser lightly closed.

“Yeah, yeah.” You grinned to yourself. “I need it to do my job, Al. Besides, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a piece of electronic equipment that's not created by VoxTech?”

“All the more reason to get rid of it.” Alastor walked over to the window and stared out at it. He was a little lost in thought himself, it would seem.

Typing a line, you said, “I liked your broadcast.”

“I'm glad.”

He was quiet. Something was wrong. Your grin died down, pushing your laptop to the side. Alastor’s smile was still there, but dimmer. Sadder.

“Al? You okay?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, dearest,” Alastor replied, a slight edge in his voice.

You wanted to push. To get him to talk to you. But you knew it wouldn't be worth it. If anything, he'd just get upset or shut down more.

“You know, sometimes I wonder what would've happened if we'd met while we were alive,” You said nonchalantly. “I mean, obviously that would've been impossible in the first place, considering I wasn't even born when you died, but I just wonder about it.”

“What a ridiculous thing to wonder about!” Alastor laughed a little. “As you said, it would have been impossible. And why think about being alive when we have all of death to enjoy?” His tone lightened a bit. “There is so much entertainment to be had! Life was quite dull, comparably.”

You wondered for a moment, trying to figure out where to lead the conversation. “Where did you live, when you were alive? You already know where I lived when I was alive, it's only fair I know where you lived.”

Alastor’s grin softened a bit, still sad, but with a hint of happiness in there. Nostalgia, if you had to guess. “New Orleans, Louisiana. I lived there with my mother. I had a delightful job as a radio host.”

“You're still a radio host,” you teased playfully. “What was it like, back then?”

���Ah, it was… entertaining.” He didn't say anything more, lost in thought as he leaned on his cane. You were vaguely aware that you were the only person who ever saw him like this. Alastor wore his smile like armor, guarding himself with a nonchalant facade, but very rarely, behind closed doors, the guard would fall, just for a little while.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to ask another question, Alastor spoke, “You seem quite tired, my dear. Maybe it is time we part ways for the evening.”

Pressing your lips together, you knew he was right. You really should be getting to bed, but you were worried about Alastor. You hadn't seen him like this before, so it was impossible to guess what he'd do once he was alone.

“You really should learn to hide your emotions better.” Alastor turned suddenly, chucking to himself. “There is nothing to worry about, darling. I am perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, you say that, but for some reason I don't believe you.” Stifling a yawn, you gave Alastor a look.

“Now, now, don't be like that.” Alastor came and sat on the edge of the bed, using his magic to set the laptop on top of the dresser. “What can I do to convince you to sleep?”

Leaning back, you thought for a moment. When the idea hit you, your face flushed with embarrassment for a moment, but you swallowed the anxiety. He did ask, after all.

“Sing to me?”

Alastor laughed, causing you to glare. “Again with the ridiculous ideas!” When your face fell subconsciously, Alastor hesitated.

When he didn't say anything, you accepted the fact that it was a ridiculous request. Assuming he'd leave the room on his own accord, you used your magic to turn out the lights as you slid under the covers of your bed. You never did get all those spreadsheets done like you'd wanted.

“Parlez-moi d’amour.”

Alastor’s slightly-static-filled voice was quiet. His eyes faintly glowed in the dark and you watched him with wide eyes.

“Redites-moi des choses tendres.”

Smiling softly, you sank into the bed, closing your eyes and allowing Alastor’s comforting voice to wash over you.

“Votre beau discours /

“Mon cœur n'est pas las de l'entendre /

“Pourvu que toujours /

“Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes /

“Je vous aime.”

((The song))

[yamine-warriors]

So the rosettes don't actually come from the Asian Leopard Cat. They're more pronounced in bengals than other breeds because that's what they're bred for, but the gene is from the housecat stock used to develop the breed and you can see it to a lesser degree in Occiocats.

There is a specific gene unique to the alc, but it's responsible for charcoal which is part of the agouti series (the locus that determines if a cat is solid or tabby). It's got an effect that's kinda like halfway between non-agouti (solid) and agouti (shows the tabby patterns).

Most factors of tabby patterns are polygenic, which is kinda like a gradient from less of the thing to more of the thing.

So for things like spotting, ticked tabby, and the bengal modifier (which isn't from wild cats), you have grades of it, and since a lot of little switches are being flipped you can sometimes get a higher grade from lower grades and vise versa.

Er, I know I'm rambling. Idk if that's useful. Tl;dr, the rosettes set of genes are from domestic cats, and it and spotting work more like this

You mentioned in your Cat Genetics video that the spotted tabby gene may be a complex instead of a dominant/recessive trait and I was just wondering how you think this works with Bengals which are said to be a rare variant of marking (spotted, rosseted, marble) originating from this gene. Given this new evidence, where do they fit in?

Bengals are a hybrid breed made by crossing domestic cats (who I believe are spotted tabbies) w/the Asian Leopard Cat and their patterns come from Asian Leopard Cat genes.

I don't know much about Asian Leopard Cat/Bengal genes I'm afraid, as there isn't much reliable information on them, so I can't tell you much about inheritance patterns or how the gene(s) work outside of "the genes are from a wild animal" :(

[cal-flakes]

okay but imagine reader posting new swimsuit on her story but rafe makes her take it down 🤑🤑

╰┈➤ “delete it”

warnings: mean!rafe, toxic relationship, swearing.

summary: y/n knows exactly how to get rafe’s attention.

she sighed, scrolling mindlessly through her phone as she lay on her stomach, legs crossed behind her. it had been an hour, and she hasn’t heard from him yet, and that wasn’t like him, what was he doing?

swiping out of instagram, she checked her messages once again. delivered, the small text said below her last message. so he’s definitely got it, but he hasn’t opened it. petty, she thought.

rolling her eyes, she diverted her attention to the numerous shopping bags scattered around her bedroom floor, quickly jumping up with an idea. if he’s too stubborn to reply, this’ll surely get his attention.

pushing yesterdays argument with rafe out of her mind, she grabbed the smallest shopping bag, reaching in to retrieve one of the many bikini sets she’d purchased earlier that day.

she unraveled the white strings delicately, laying it out in her bed with a smirk on her face. oh, how he’ll hate this.

she hummed along to the quiet music sounding around her room as she tied the bikini strap around her neck, huffing as she positioned herself awkwardly to do so.

once all the strings were tied and adjusted to compliment her curves perfectly, she played around with the light dimmer before grabbing her phone.

opening instagram, her thumb pressed down on add to story, and situated herself seductively in front of the large expensive mirror. snapping a quick photo, and adjusting the contrast, she sighed in delete as she typed in a basic caption and posted it to her story. now we wait, she thought.

thirty minutes- or so, passed while she lounged around her room, having replaced the bikini with a comfortable pair of shorts, and one of his oversized graphic tee’s. by this time, she’d forgotten all about the post, focusing on her skincare routine as she pinned her hair back in preparation.

a quite shriek escaped her lips as the first hard bang landed on the door of her apartment, her frame jolting in fright.

gathering herself, she smirked slightly as she tip-toed to the door, listening for the usual torrent of abuse to fall from his mouth.

“open the fucking door y/n, i know you’re home!” his stern voice called, full of anger. she rested her back against the wall near the door, sure to keep her footsteps quiet. she knew what she was doing, and she knew it was wrong, but she missed him- and if this was her only way to see him, then so be it.

“i swear to god y/n i’ll put this fucking door through if you don’t let me in, now!” he yelled again, followed by three more loud raps, which echoed through her small home.

giving in, she pushed back off the wall, deciding she’d had her fun. “okay-okay! chill the fuck out dude!” she shouted, hastily padding over to the door and unlocking it.

she smiled sweetly at him as he stalked through the doorway, almost squaring up. “dude?- did you just call me dude?” he seethed, nostrils flaring as he towered above her.

“yeah? what’s the big deal?” she chuckled, nonchalant closing the door behind him before making her way past, launching herself onto the couch.

following suit, his heavy footsteps taunted hee as he rounded the couch, stopping between her legs to look down on her. “delete it” he spat, fists balled up either side of him. “delete what?” she cooed, twirling her hair as she looked up at him through her lashes. “you know what y/n, don’t play fucking dumb, it won’t work this time” he snapped.

“ugh, you’re no fun” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she picked up her phone to unlock it. “no fun? you think being a little whore for the world to see is fun?”

gasping, she feigned offence as she held a hand up to her chest, mouth agape. “woah- that was rude, very uncalled for rafe..” she teased, smirking as she felt his eyes watching her while her fingers tapped away at the screen.

“see? all gone? you happy?” she laughed, tossing her phone back to its original spot on the couch. “oh, so you just do this shit to piss me off huh?” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“well- see, i missed you, and you were being all stubborn and rafe-like because of yesterday, so what else was i supposed to do..” she muttered, delicately taking ahold of his hands to pull him onto the couch.

deflating, he allowed himself to fall into the spot next to her, his hands moving to her waist instinctively as she straddled him. “you drive me fucking insane y/n, i don’t even want to know what other stupid shit goes on in that little head of yours..” he groaned, throwing his head back as she cuddled into him.

“yeah, but you love me” she stated confidently, pressing soft kisses to his exposed neck. “mhm..” he hummed, pushing some stray hairs behind her ear.

[kimjun]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫… 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 baby

Simon is not a guy who goes out with a woman just for one night, he is the type who needs to get to know the person well before having sex. But the one time he does that he gets a surprise nine months later, he has you in his arms.

His mother gave you to Simon without thinking twice. The problem was that Simon had his duties in the army and was now more motivated to make the world better for you.

Simon read every book on fatherhood, he was on leave so he could be with you.

Simon was sure that taking care of a baby is more difficult than going to war. Staying up all night wasn't a problem, the bad part was when you had colic and cried all night and Simon didn't know what to do.

Soap appears to save Simon. He knows a trick or two that he saw on tik tok. Next, two large men are preparing a basin of warm water, one of them turning on a dimmer light, and then a soft music playlist plays in his room.

Simon barely sleeps, he's always keeping an eye on you.

He puts you in comfort baby and goes out shopping for clothes and everything else you need. People look at the big man carrying a baby through the mall.

Simon's car has toys scattered on the seat.

The house that was previously colorless now had many colorful things.Now back to work, Ghost's office has a lot of colorful things.

Laswell is her nanny, no one knows how Ghost managed to convince her. Okay, Katy has someone she trusts to take care of you while Ghost is on the mission, but she keeps an eye on you.

You're always in someone's arms, Soap and Gaz and of course Price are carrying you around the base.

Lost toys can be found around the base.

Ghost knows that if he dies, you will be well taken care of.

[crazybooklover0]

I've got the notes on what they announced for the next update:

-Trial chambers

corridor that leads to different rooms w/ supply chests

new structure

lots of variation

each chambers feels different

new decorative blocks - new type of chiselled brick?

new copper bulbs - lighting sources.

when oxidized it gets dimmer

copper grates - semi transparent block - ages w/ copper?

includes spawners, blocks around spawner indicates what mob s spawning

new type of spawner - Trial Spawner

adapts based on amount of players in fight

only a limited amount of spawns

has a cooldown - once it spawns all the mobs it it has a cooldown before it can spawn them again

New Mob: The Breeze

Uses wind to fight

Wind charge: burst of energy, doesn't deal damage when blasting things away, but does damage when colliding, interacts w/ buttons & trapdoors

AUTOMATED CRAFTING

bonemeal on sugar cane? <- not confirmed but hinted at? "wish this sugarcane could grow taller than me quickly!" "wait and see"

[morcez]

"No please don't kill me Mr. GhostFace I want to be in the sequel"

Pairings: ghostface! Toji x reader

Content: You're stuck at a Halloween party you don't want to be at. Bored, you strike conversation with a mysterious man wearing a ghost face mask.

Genre: Fluff???? suggestive??? idk, man. SFW :) word count: 1.4k Halloween themed :)))))))

☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸 ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸 ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸 ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸 ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸 ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸 ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸

It was halloweekend, the time when everyone your age gets shit-faced at costume parties. The only scary thing about Halloween nowadays is the mysterious red punch served in a huge fruit bowl. You're a victim of being dragged to one of these horrid house parties by your friend. The idea of a party sounds cool, but being to one is hell, an overstimulating nightmare. Your friend has gone off in a room with some random guy in a Spiderman suit. Leaving you alone in a house with people you don't know. The house reeked of burnt vapes and disgusting mixes of alcohol that were being concocted in the kitchen.

You decide to step outside to the front yard, gasping for fresh air. The weather was nice, a bit breezy but nothing uncomfortable. Halloween decorations lit up the entire block, giving you a perfect sight of everything around you. There are mostly people making out or throwing up on the green lawn but someone catches your eye. There's a man in a ghost face mask but he isn’t wearing the full costume. He's wearing a generic outfit, a black t-shirt that hugs his huge upper body, allowing you to see every muscle, and gray sweatpants with his ghost face mask. He was smoking a cigarette, the mask barely revealing his mouth. Your night has been boring enough, talking to the guy won’t hurt

“Lame excuse for a costume,” you say walking up to the mysterious man. His head turns to face you, his mouth curls into a smirk, his cigarette placed between his teeth. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it in between his two fingers. “I’m not much of the dress-up type.” he says, his voice deep with a rasp. “Don’t seem like a party type either.” you say “Mhm,” he nods, taking another drag of his cig. “You don’t like to dress up, you don’t like to party, then what are you doing here? Just killing time?”  He chuckles lightly “Guess you can say that.” smoke steaming out his mouth. He takes a moment to look you up and down. “And what's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?” You smile at his words. “My friend dragged me here,” you sigh, “Then she ditched me to go make out with Spiderman.”

Even though you two were outside, the music was still obnoxious. The beats made the ground shake and the screams were loud coming from the overpopulated house. You wonder how they haven't received a noise complaint yet, when the masked man moves closer to you. He places a hand on your lower back and lowers his face beside yours.

“It’s really loud,” He says into your ear “How about we go somewhere quieter, hm?”

You were DEFINITELY picking up what he was putting down. He leans back, looking at your face, awaiting a response. You nod your head in agreement. He tosses his cigarette on the grass and stomps it out with his foot. He stretches a hand out toward you signaling you to grab it and follow him, you act accordingly.

You follow him a few houses down the block, and the lights become dimmer as you two begin to step away from the festive houses. He takes you in between two seemingly abandoned houses. You don’t know if it's the secondhand high from the crowded house, or whatever was in that disgusting punch, you didn’t feel an ounce of fear. Multiple loud alarms should be blaring in your head, you were alone with a masked man you didn’t know, in some random neighborhood, away from the population, if you screamed no one could hear you.

The crisp October air causes you to shiver. The pathway between the two houses was small, almost chest-to-chest with the man. It’s dark, the only light source you have is the full moon and a dim street lamp. He couldn’t believe he got his hands on such a pretty little thing. You're so precious, the way your costume fits so nicely, and your features basking in the moonlight.

“Pretty girls like you should know better than to let yourself be all alone with a stranger” his voice deep, flowing with the fall wind. “Especially when you don't even know what they look like.” You have to admit, his words sent shivers down your spine, more so of excitement than fear. He was right. It’s stupid to let yourself be in this situation willingly, but yolo. It’s not every day when you have this opportunity.

“Oh really?” you laugh playfully “No don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I want to be in the sequel.”

He places his big brawly hands on your hips, with no intention of letting you go. “Can I see your face?” You ask “Before you kill me, of course” He chuckles softly. He raises the mask to reveal what he has been hiding.

Thank god he’s not ugly. Fine as fuck. His face matches his toned muscular physique. His black hair frames his face perfectly. He looked so damn good, a smug grin on his face, and a scar taking up the left side of his lip made him look deliciously intimidating (that damn smirk). His eyes were staring daggers at you, dark, filled with greed. “God. You’re killing me, princess.” He breathes out.                                                                                  

He leans down to meet your face. lord, this man is so damn fine. He smashes his lips onto yours, his hand pulls you as close as possible by your waist. Your arms drape over his shoulders, your arms around his neck. His breath feels like cool mint, with a lingering faint taste of cigarettes (but in a sexy Lana del Ray way). His tongue swirling around your mouth is intoxicating. Addictive. The scar on his lip is rough on your soft ones. His kisses were desperate but slow. Like he was trying to savor every second. Every time your lips touched, it felt like butterflies in your stomach. One of his big hands trails up your body to your face, grabbing it. He pulls back to see the masterpiece, which is your face. Your lips puckered from him squeezing your cheeks so hard. Your eyes peeking through your lashes, your lips glistening from the kiss, reflecting the bright moon. It is so perfect; every part of you is like some type of romantic poetry in motion.            

“So damn pretty, baby.”  He lands a soft kiss on your puckered lips. Smiling at your cute face. “Enjoying yourself, princess?” 

You nod as best as you can with your face stuck in his tight grip. You become grateful to your friend for leaving you alone at the party, and now you can make out with some hot mystery who praises you for existing. Warmth spreads across your face as your stare at the hunky man smirking at you admiring your beauty. Your phone violently rings in your pocket. Snapping you both out of your romantic scene. He puts a hand in your pocket and takes out your phone, while his other hand still has a hold on your face. He looks at the voluminous bright screen. Eight text messages and two missed calls. The text read in summary ‘where are you’ ‘there was a fight’ ‘the cops crashed the party’ ‘we need to leave’. He oh so desperately wanted to throw your phone far so you wouldn't have to worry about it. He selfishly wanted you to stay, keep his precious princess all to himself, at least for a few more minutes. He clicks some buttons on the screen and disappointedly sighs, turning the screen to you, and showing the messages.

“I think your friend wants to leave.” he says with a tinge of annoyance. Your eyes widen reading the messages. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. He lets go of your face, you turn to see the road filled with people in ridiculous costumes running down the street, away from the party. You spot your friend running with the crowd. You turn to your mystery man, his face looks slightly disappointed. “Shit, I’m really sorry, I have to go.” You say

“I understand princess, go ahead.” He says with a small smile. You reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek before running after your friend. You scream your friend's name running down the road until she stops and turns. She runs after you and grabs you swiftly. “Holy shit. I was worried sick. Where were you?” She says in a panic

“I almost got killed by a masked man in a dark ally way” You say playfully.

She shoves your shoulder “Don’t joke like that, I was scared.”

You think about what just happened. Have you had the most romantic kisses of your life from some masked man you saw smoking at a party? the scenario was trashy but you felt like the main character on some cheese rom-com. You didn't get his number or even his name, only the memory of how he made you feel. Mystery Man will really stay a mystery then.

[jillsandwhichs]

Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 2 , Hookups n All

Masterlist

Pairing: F!reader x Joel Miller

Summary: While you're at the bar alone, you meet a man named Joel and his brother Tommy. You and Joel take a liking to one another and it ends in some sexual tension being released

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Strangers

WC: 4.7k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Hookup, Bathroom sex, Buzzed sex, Dirty talk, Reader is described to have pubes (So is Joel), Consenting force, Oral sex, Joel cums in your mouth, Doggy style and Mirror sex

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

You were sat in the dimmer corner of the bar, the ragged light just above you seeming to only be hanging by a string, as if it could fall onto your head at any given moment. You could hear the light buzzing, bugs becoming attracted to not only it's brightness, but it's loudness too. You ignored it though, just munching on your fries, which were definitely some of the soggiest you've ever had while taking sips of your drink.

You got your usual - Tequila. Well, that's not all. Of course, you have yourself a chaser with some lime on the side, you aren't a psychopath. Well, you kind of are. What kind of woman goes to a bar on a Saturday night all by herself? Every other woman here has a plus one, other than you. Luckily, you can get as wasted as you'd like, your house is just down the street from here, a simple stride home. A stride of shame, more than likely.

Everyone else in the bar seemed to be having the time of their lives, dancing and playing shitty bar games, the occasional fight has erupted over the damn games. Last time you came, two old fucks knocked one another out; Truly, it was a sight to behold. But today (Or rather tonight), the bar is packed full of morely ladies and gents, minusing the few bastards and wankers that made their way through the establishment, being a nuisance.

You kept to yourself, wanting this night to pass faster than it already is. You should just be home right now but instead, you can't help but drink away your sorrows. You feel fuckin' pathetic, but hey, what can you do? Being broken up with ain't easy but you have to cope with it one way or another.

You took a big swig of your tequila, shaking your head slightly at the burning feeling in your chest now, sucking on the sour lime directly afterwards. Whilst you did, you watched as two tall and burly man made their way through the ran down bar, their hips pushing against the wooden door of it. They didn't seem to have any care in the world - A feeling in which you wish you had for yourself. But you'll be damned.

Both men were intimidating. Not in the sense they look scary or they'd rip you apart, but rather because they look like they know everyone here. Everyone went silent when the men entered the building and you couldn't tell if it was because they were famous or because everyone was terrified of them. It was neither for you, you just minded yourself, still eating and drinking as if you hadn't noticed them walk in.

"Two beers, one for me and one for him." The slimmer man stated to the bartender, the worker quickly hopping to accommodate his request. The man whom had taken the order took a seat at the bar, on a stool, the more gruff man taking in the look of the bar, scoffing to himself. "This place is a damn shit hole." He chuckled to himself, sitting down beside the other man. Are they brothers or something? Lovers? Like this is some brokeback mountain deal. You don't discriminate. They do look similar though, so probably siblings.

The bartender set their drinks in front of them, both men taking them and taking large guzzles from them. "Pigs." You whispered beneath your breath, feeling accomplished that they didn't hear the peep come out from you. Although, the more roughened up guy was attractive. He had brown hair, messy scruff, apocalyptic looking clothing. He was a good looking man. Same could be said for his possible brother, but you prefer your men sloppy.

Guess you were staring a tad bit too long, the man caught a glimpse of you as well, you could see his lips tugging at the corners of his cheeks. It wasn't a real lookin' smile, rather one full of playfulness and lust; You could identify it anywhere. You didn't think much of it considering a lot of men around here are like that. Country boys are some of the most desperate fuckers you'll ever meet. They'd let a snake bite their pecker at the chance to just fondle a woman's breast.

You drank the last bit of your tequila, pushing it aside and now not even wanting to finish your food off. Instead, you crossed one leg over the other and looked up at the TV. It was mounted above the wall of the bar. You were appalled. They actually had a TV, this was new, you thought they could hardly afford glasses for attenders to drink out of. But here we are, they have a damn TV. You don't know the owners personally but it's clear they are struggling to keep this bar open.

You heard one of the barstools squeak as one of the men stood off of it. You paid no mind to it, assuming they were going to use the bathroom or get in a game of pool. Which is why you were quite surprised when the more buffer guy was now standing in front of your booth, leaning against the barkish, leather seat. "Scare ya?" He questioned, a dark laugh coming from him. You let out a breathless huff, "I ain't scared of nothin'." You mumbled, confused as to why he was suddenly up here.

Deep down you knew.

"Aw c'mon, you gotta be scared of somethin'." He made himself comfortable at the booth, sliding into the seat across from you. "Maybe I am, maybe I ain't." You replied, clearing your throat, your eyes trailing his body up and down. This man was surely a looker himself. "What's your name baby?" He questioned you again, his voice had the sexiest accent known to man - Southern. You let him know your name and after he just said it was pretty as he whistled.

"I'm Joel, that's my little brother Tommy over there." He took a look at his blood, seeing his brother drink and talk up some city girl. "I see..." You hummed out to the man. "Was you checkin' me out darlin'? Seemed so." Joel pointed out to you. Guilty as charged. "Once again, maybe I was, maybe I wasn't." You shrugged your shoulders, you enjoyed leaving a man wondering more, therefore he'd ask you more. "You were. I'm doin' the same thing now. I think you're gorgeous." Joel went on. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." He chuckled, man spreading underneath the table. You knew what this man was doin' and it was workin'.

Your eyes were attracted to the broken watch on his wrist. It was dirty and old.

"Your watch is broken." "Trust me, I know." Joel bellowed, straightening his posture. "Let me buy you a drink." "No thank you, I am spent." Your eyes took a glance at your empty glass. "I see... My kinda girl, straight alcohol." He chuckled again. "You are a pretty little thing though, truly." "Thank you, again." He was cute himself. Very handsome. He like the roughened up look he has to himself. It's very attractive. He looks like he'd just totally man handle you.

"You got a boyfriend or something?" "No, I just got out of a relationship last week." "Well I'll be damned, how long was the relationship?" "Two years." You huffed out, eating another fry but not because you were hungry but rather because this was a touchy subject for you; Joel noticed that quite fast. "Hmm, guess you aren't lookin' then." "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." You were so mysterious to him. He found it insanely attractive.

You were playing hard to get.

"That a fact? Well, I bet I can make you change your mind real quick." Joel adjusted the way he was sitting, licking his lips as his eyes didn't miss a single spot of your body as he gazed at you. You were surprised by his words. "Oh really now?" "Really." Joel confirmed. "You're such a beautiful woman." "Thanks." You giggled.

"Cute laugh... Let me get you out of here..." "Hmm, I don't think so. I'd rather you fuck me here, in the bathroom. Don't know if I trust you enough to go home with you, you random man." You were being sarcastic but at the same time, truthful. You're dense sometimes but not in these moments. You're a smart girl. You didn't even know if he fully had sex in mind. You surely did.

"Well c'mon then, let me do some dirty things to you in that bathroom over there." Joel pointed to the bathroom behind you, rubbing his wet lips together. Was this man serious? He was. It has been a while. You are very willing to do this too.

You waited a moment before speaking again.

"What about your brother over there?" "He has ladies to occupy him... It'll be no more than five minutes anyways." Joel chuckled, he seems so convincing. "Persuasive." You cackled, looking around the bar again. He was right, his brother was still talkin' up some women.

Why the hell not?

You stood up, taking Joel's calloused hand in yours, leading him to the bathroom. You two walked through the mens bathroom door, not giving a single shit. As you did though, everyone's eyes were on you, clearly knowing what the two of you were up to. The bartender didn't care, he's probably seen this numerous of times. You were never the one to necessarily take the lead during sex, it was rare but with this man, how could you not? No one else was in the bathroom, luckily.

You pushed Joel up against the wall, a cheeky grin forming on his sly face. His hands went to your waist, holding you close. You felt the two of you weren't close enough with all of the layers he has on. "Let's get some of these out of here." You bit your lip, removing his coat, then his jacket. A titter came from him, enjoying how eager and ready you seem to be. Joel can already tell you'll be great at this.

His coat and jacket were tossed to the side, your hands going to his brawny shoulders, holding onto them. You leaned up onto your tippy toes, pressing your life's to his, his scruff scratching against your smooth felt face. His lips felt like cake against yours, the softness of them smothering you. His arms swathed around your hips, pulling your front entirely against his, his fingers digging into your skin roughly, making you yearn for him even more.

To Joel, you were very tempting. He couldn't read you when he came into the bar, that said a lot for him. Your free spirit is so sexy to him, he wants to be a part of that. He's used to having women throw themselves at him but you, you were different. He also finds you to be just beautiful. Your aura is divine to him. He was entranced by you, truly. He knows little about you, yet he can tell that's there so much more to you as a person.

"Tell me, what exactly is it you want?" Joel gruffly grumbled, beginning to kiss down your jawline and neck as he waited for your response. Gosh, you wanted everything. All of it. "What do you mean?" "What do ya want me to do to you honey?" He murmured, his lips marking every single speck of your neck. "Mmm, what do you want to do to me?" Joel thought momentarily before letting out a dark snicker. "I wanna taste you, make you cum around my mouth." His words were so arousing.

"Then you may do just that to me." You giggled, your fingers roaming through this messy yet soft hair.

The man wasted absolutely no time, lifting you up as if you were a feather. He placed you down on the counter, you didn't really know whether it was clean or not but you aren't some neat freak - Just a freak. You let out a soft sigh as his thick fingers when to the button of your pants, undoing them with haste, he was in such a rush to taste you, to smell you, make you his. You were soaked, moreso than the Niagara Falls. More than you've been in awhile. Gosh, you need this.

You lifted yourself up, giving Joel an easier time with pulling your pants past your ankles, then completely off. You were left in only panties now, your soaked spot glaring due to the light on you. "Mmm, I bet you taste damn good." Joel rumbled, his fingers encasing themselves around the top of your underwear, also pulling them down briskly, revealing your somewhat hairy pussy to him. He didn't mind at all. It was cute if anything.

"Sorry, I haven't shaven in some time." "Ain't a problem for me." Joel chuckled, making you feel a lot more comfortable around him. You never struggled with issues during hookups, you rarely partook in them though, you tend to prefer romantic and meaningful sex but the occasional one night stand is just as good. And whose to say Joel will only be a one night stand?

Joel bent down to the level of your core, face to face with it. You spread your legs slightly more, your wetness dripping onto the counter which you two will definitely have to clean up after. His hands found their spot on your thighs, they were so smooth, just like your face was. He kept his hands there as his head traversed to your cunt, licking his lips and showing he was ready to eat you, devour you.

You moaned softly and tossed your head back as his tounge committed to the first lick, from the bottom and all the way to the top, it felt magnificent. His hands caressed your legs as he began to eat you, not caring about another thing in the world. You didn't care if you ended up moaning loudly and an excessive amount, you couldn't care less, you just wanna feel good and Joel is giving it to you on a silver platter.

His tounge swiped and swirled along your cunt, picking up your wetness and eating you out like a man who's been starving all of his life. All you were good for was sittin' there and lookin' pretty for him, making sure you tasted extra special, just for Joel. Your hands didn't stay in one place - His hair, arms, the counter, your upper thighs, you couldn't pick. But you could tell that anytime you'd play with his somewhat curly hair, he'd growl, indicating he was totally into it and you most definitely were too.

His lips sucked on your clit, his tongue doing hard swishes across it, making your entire body jolt at each slick movement. "You taste great baby." He growled to you, his dirty fingernails still digging into your pressed thighs. He was a hard working man, he was surely workin' hard on you. "Mmm, it feels so good." You whined out, not being able to stay still. You could hear the sound of him slurping you up. He was a mad man, going absolutely ape style on you as he ravished you.

"You're gonna cum on my face, aren't you?" His dirty talk was something you weren't often used to, but it woke something up in you. Your ex would never talk during sex. The most you'd get was him saying you're beautiful or asking if it felt good. That was it though. It was nothing like Joel was saying and the things he said were so sexy. It was different in the best way possible. "You want me to?" "All over baby." Joe panted, his tongue feeling as if it's delving into your entrance, it was such a pleasuring feeling.

His tongue worked absolute magic on you, you felt your stomach do that almost too familiar twist, you knew you were going to cum within seconds.

"C'mon sweetheart." Joel mumbled, his entire mouth covering your pussy at this point.

With a few more sucks and licks, you felt your orgasm passed through you like a damn bullet train.

You attempted to move your body away, already over stimmed by his movements but the man held you in place, continuing to suckle on your entire cunt. "Oh Jesus Christ Joel." You moaned quietly, your breath halting. "Good girl." Joel mumbled, pulling away shortly after he could tell you were over it. "You tasted... Amazing..." He praised you kindly, stepping closer to you and using both hands to cup your face. You puckered your lips for him, relief washing over you as he smooched you back.

You pulled him closer, holding onto his shoulders, relishing in the way the two of you made out.

"I wanna feel that pretty little mouth of yours around me." Joel admitted, you wouldn't mind either. "Yeah?" You hummed out to him, your hands on his cool face. "Get on your knees." Joel stated in a sexy voice, stepping away from you. You watched as your hands fell back to your side, falling from his face. He began to twiddle with his belt, rushing to take it off. He dropped his pants, then his underwear, his hardened cock being revealed just before you. He was big, oh so big. "Wow." You chuckled, hopping yourself up off of the counter. Joel simply laughed at you, your reaction was priceless.

You listened to him though, getting on your knees. Joel made sure it was a more cleaner spot on the floor. It did look quite pristine but you'd rather be safe than sorry. "Don't be a head pusher." You teased, beginning to pump his rock hard length in your hand. "Oh... You don't like a little force?" Joel chuckled, petting your head. You could feel his fingers dazzling thin strands of your hair, he liked it. "Maybe just a little." You winked playfully, pumping him only a couple more times before you began to use your wet tongue on him.

Licking the base, you went all the way down, his pubes going against your face, you pulled away. Soon his entire cock was coated in your salvia, you were takin' your sweet time on him. On his tip, you'd quickly surge your tongue on it, causing Joel to wince in pleasure and desperation. "Damn baby," Joel grunted, both of his hands on your head now, "I know you like a little push." He went on. You did. He was not in the wrong.

Right when you wrapped both of your lips around him, he pushed your head down, causing his entire dick to disappear into your mouth and somewhat down your throat. An immediate reaction of you gagging occured, but you continued, wanting to feel that warm stream of his cum seep deep down your pink throat. "You're..." He groaned out, seething as he felt your throat on his tip. "You're way too damn good at this darlin'." Joel enjoyed how experienced you seem to be. It was honestly so fucking hot to him.

You continued to suck him off. Every inch of his lengthy cock was in your mouth. Each time you'd move your head forward, he'd hold your head in place for a moment or two, just loving how you felt in thst exact spot. Joel was holding onto your hair but not in a hurtful manner; Only in a way that he could use a bit of force to help you move faster, which you didn't give a fuck, as long as he was feelin' good due to you. "Mmm, you take it so well sweetheart, look at you, my entire dick in your mouth. Best girl ever." Joel complimented you, only giving you more motivation to help him hit his peak sooner.

The lewd sounds of your tounge and mouth were loud and Joel couldn't get enough, all he could manage to do was stare down at you as you blew him off. He hasn't had a blowjob this intense in ages, you're truly a wonder to him. "Fuck." He moaned, his head tilting back. Your hands rested on his bare thighs, feeling his hairy legs, all men have them. "I think I'm gonna cum." Joel tugged on your hair harder now, wanting to finish ASAP.

It's as if he could already tell you'd swallow for him.

With just a few more pumps against your head, you felt him suddenly release your mouth. It was as if it was never ending - His cum. You swallowed every last drop though, all while keeping contact with him, which is probably why he came even more. You knew how to make a man lose himself, and you just performed that on Joel, he clearly loved it immensely.

"Fuck sakes." Joel pulled you up from the ground, pushing you against the wall as he began to kiss your face all over, then just focused on your lips. You giggled, kissing him right back. As the two of you continued your make out sesh, you felt his hands find their way beneath your shirt, both hands cupping your braless tits. "No bra, hmm? Dirty girl." "Maybe I knew somethin' like this would happen tonight." You tittered. His hands were warm on your breast, like a fresh cup of warm coffee in your everyday mug, they were warm.

He squeezed them, earning a squeal out of you. "Mmm, I wanna fuck you." Joel growled, kissing your neck again. "Let's do it baby." He added on, now removing your shirt. You held your arms up for him to do so, your boobs bouncing out as he did so. His lips went to them, his entire mouth engulfing your nipple. You felt his tongue sharply flick the nipple, making it harden up more. He did this to your other breast as well, now both of your nipples were hard due to his work. "So sexy." Joel held both boobs in his hands as he kissed you once again.

This was truly crazy to you. Since when did one night stands become so passionate? You seriously wanted this, you wanted him. You knew most likely you couldn't have him. But you wanted him more than you did a couple minutes ago. He was just so fine and manly, you found that attractive in men and even more so with him considering he flaunts it. He knew what he wanted, and he got you.

Soon enough, Joel had you bent over the counter. Your arms were resting on it and a cracked mirror was directly in front of you. You never had mirror sex before, this ought to be good.

"You're so beautiful." Joel looked at your entire body as he stood behind you, his eyes then made contact with yours through the mirror. He took his member in his hands, lining it up with your core and rubbing it through your slits, making you shiver. It felt so good. He was so great at this. The air in the bathroom was warm, by the time the two of you were done, you'd both be sweating intensely.

"Tell me to stop if needed." Consent is sexy.

Joel then slowly but surely pushed himself into you, each inch making you close your eyes tighter. Once he was all the way in, he stopped himself, his hands gripping your waist hard, making sure you were being supported. Your arms stayed on the counter, bent and keeping you stable just as he was. You already figure he'll be rough with you, he'll make sure you feel pleased.

Each time he thrusted into you, the sound of your ass clapping against his manhood was loud, your moans adding to that. Everyone in the bar could hear and yet, you paid no mind. Joel kept his eyes on you the entire time. They were either on your face, back or your ass, but always on you. Your eyes were darting all over the room. You felt nervous making eye contact with him through the mirror, either way, you could hardly keep your eyes open anyways.

"You're so tight." Joel grunted, his hands stroking your midriff. "I am?" You panted, you've never been told that. Your ex was always the silent type. "Very, so tight." Joel held you even more firmly now. You loved the way he talks to you during this. You want a man like him. Or just him. Joel would go from fast, short thrusts into slow, deep thrusts, both felt amazing and made your stomach turn like a brew. "Joel, it feels so good." "I know baby, I know." "God damnit." You whimpered, looking up at the mirror.

Joel looked right back at you, his mouth open and his hair a mess as he fucked you with brisk speed, making sure you'd remember this fucking for the rest of your life. You can already feel your legs wanting to give out from how hard he was going, your stomach slamming into the edge of the counter with every single pump. "You feel how deep I am in you?" Joel grunted. "You're so wet." He commented. "You aren't used to be talked to during sex, are you?"

He could tell.

"No." You admitted, whining as he thrusted unrelentingly.

"I could treat you better than that shit ex of yours could, I promise you that baby." Joel whispered, his hand now on your shoulder, the other at his side. He used his strength to pull your ass back onto him, your wetness making it easy to slip and slide on his dick. "I'm gonna cum." "Hold it just a bit longer hun." Joel cooed to you. His voice was so soft and sounded so loving. He could also be so stern and demanding. The switch up was part of what made you like him so much.

Inside of you, you could feel Joel's member pulse. Pulsating in utter pleasure. And you, you could feel it all. Your stomach was ready to burst, your orgasm creepin' up on you. Joel could obviously tell you were close, he slowed his movements down and made sure to savour this intimate moment the two of you were sharing.

You felt his hand swing underneath you, going to your clit as he began to rub it, all while thrusting into you moderately. "Fuck." You hid your head in your arm, your soft little moans making him harder inside of you. "Cum for me, pretty thing." Joel whispered, slapping your clit with his fingers and that completely caused you to lose it.

You let out a few sharp yet stuttered moans as you clenched around Joel, your climax unraveling inside of you. Joel made sure he quickly pulled out of you, knowing he was going to cum as well.

You felt his cum squirt onto your ass, trailing down your leg til it eventually dropped off onto the cold tiled floor.

"Jesus H Christ." Joel snickered, patting your ass a few times. "Yeah." You giggled too, attempting to stand up straight. "I fucked you that good?" He teased, helping you straighten yourself. You looked at him, your eyes soft yet spent. "Drive me home, I trust you." You chuckled, placing your hands on his sweaty shoulders. "Let's get dressed and clean up first, okay darlin'?" "Sure thing." You replied, he was right.

The two of you got dressed, making sure you didn't look too crazy. Your hair was messy, his too, but that was about it. You plan to sleep once you're home anyways. "Grab a couple paper towels baby, wipe down the counters, ill be in my truck." "Is your brother going to come with us?" You felt as though it'd be extremely weird if he did. "Don't worry bout that hun, he has his own car." Joel assured you, then walked out of the bars restroom.

You stood there, looking at the mess you guy's made.

"Geez." You chortled before beginning to wipe it all down respectfully.

[rosynanapen26]

GANONDORF X READER

I was in hospital for 30 hours and had to start writting the smut part while I was on morphine. Really great decision... 👍 Anyway it's my first Ganon fanfiction so I hope I wrote the character well. I Imagined Ganon in Hyrule Warrior while writting this.

Warnings: SMUT Dubcon (kinda, I just want to be dominated by that man 😳), lust potion and use of force (I like things kinky and hard sorry not sorry) I ain't into villains and bad guys acting like puppies, so don't expect fluffy stuff. He's a bad guy. Not the Demon King for nothing.

On AO3 as well

It's being three years since Hyrule fell. Three years since the castle darkened. There was no sight of the princess anywhere after the king falls. Rumors has it that an evil Gerudo man took the place of the late king and that was the reason why the sun was never in the sky, replace by black clouds, especially close to the castle.

You were always taking a walk in the shopping district of the castle, taking in the songs of the birds and the voices of marchands urging people to buy their stocks. Everything, you would buy it there. But not anymore.

With no more exchanges between the four cities, there was nothing to buy in Hyrule. It was a dead place no matter where you lay your eyes upon. You had to go by feet in Goron city for the spices, Zora domain for the fishes, Rito village for arrows, sugar canes as well as oil and Gerudo town for the fruits. Only apples were growing close to your home and it was getting dimmer and dimmer.

You made plan to get to one place each five days since the travelling was taking you two and a half. One if you were lucky to not incountered monsters lurking.

Today you would be going to Gerudo town to restock. You didn't dare go for some days after hearing more beasts were in the region. Hopefully today it would be calm. You changed for the heat while hiding your head from the gust of sand that were frequent and made your way to the town.

You knew you were closer when the dried grass started disappearing and the rocks made their presence known with their massiveness. They were huge. So big that they curved in the center, almost hiding the sun for any light to go through. And no sunlight in the Gerudo desert meant a chilling cold. Fortunately your clothes were warm enough to support the drop of temperature.

It wasn't warm enough however to keep you from the chill that went all the way through your spine. It seemed darker despite the sun hidden already and the shadow casted next to you gave you the affirmation you weren't alone. With small steps, you turned face to face with a enormous horse. His skin as black as charcol and his mane like fire. Your breath stucked in your throat when you saw the rider.

Ganondorf.  

You would prefer being embushed by ten bokoblins than with this devil. You had at least a chance of getting away with the first.

"What is a girl like you doing here at night?" His gruff voice made the hair on your body stand as his eyes stared at you in the darkness.

You didn't like the attention on you like this, especially from this type of person. You stepped back, hoping to skirt around the man. "Nothing that concern you, sir." But he moved his horse in your way, halting you as the animal tapped its left hoof angrily with a whinny. You almost tripped at its actions.

"I insist." Ganondorf got down his mount, the clacking of his metal armor resonating in the silence as he made his way to you. He felt something special about you and despite having his doubt about a mere hylian, he would get to the bottom of this. Just like the animal was, the man was huge. Some hair escaped from the shawl on your head, his own red free in the wind. "I think you know who I am."

"I really do not know." You wished he would leave you alone. Ganondorf was gorgeous in your opinion, yes, but a danger. An evil being. It wasn't recommend to mess or less talk with him.

He gritted his teeth. "Do not lie to me, little girl." He grasped your wrist forcefully and you let out a painful whine. "Lying to me is like spitting on my face. Showing dirrespect will get you nowhere." Your body struggled against his hold, profanities leaving your lips every second for him. His eyes widened suddendly when a light blind the both of you, but not enough for the man to losen his grip. "That mark—" A twisted smile appeared on his face at the middle triangle glowing on the back of your hand. "So the legend is true. It does exist."

Confused and scared, you didn't falter your movements. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes met, the claws of his armor leaving a gasp from you. "Let me go!"

"I can't do that now with you in possession of something so important." There was a pregnant pause as his eyes gazed over your form. "You could still proved useful after I've taken it." Your brows furrowed in confusion at his words.

"What—"

Ganondorf reached for the glow with one hand while the other was still holding you in mid-air. It felt like he was piercing your skin and you screamed, the light around you growing bigger. By the time the light dismished, your body fell limp. The triangle that was on your hand turned grey, getting a scoff from the man. He smirked nonetheless knowing he was closer to get the power he wanted and deserved.

"Just two more."

•°•°•

Your sleep was over when you were throw on something soft. The action making your body bounced and mind alert. The hair on your skin rose up when your eyes made out a figure.

How long was he there?

"Look who decided to finally wake up." He sneered. You jumped from the bed but a yelp left your mouth when you were held back, tangling on the side of the bed. A gold chain was on your ankle, great.

Your eyes glared at him after colliding with the bedpost. Anything to be far from him although you knew inside that wouldn't stop this monster. "You got what you want Ganondorf. Why am I still here?"

The man chuckled darkly. "Feisty, aren't we?" He started to take off his armor, only the armsets with the claws staying. When he turned around however, red flood on your face. He already seemed built but without a top? The man was buff with muscles, red chest hair contrasting with his skin color. Your eyes broke from the sight immediately, hoping the Gerudo didn't see that.

But, oh, he did. "Enjoying the view small one?" Ganondorf threw the armor far while approaching your form dangerously. His eyes slit, challenging you to lie to him again and that shut you up. It only left you angry at yourself for finding this evil king attractive.

"You will stay here to keep me compagny and do as I say. Better started getting obediant now."

Keeping him compagny? "So now I am your pet?" You murmured unhappy, yanking the chain in resilience.

Ganondorf smirked devilishly, lookind down at you. He sounded condescending. "If you want to call it that way, pet." He emphasized the last word. "But you will watch your mouth soon enough."

"Or what?"

The door knocked suddenly, catching you on guard at who it might be. However, by the smile widening on the Gerudo man, you weren't excited to know. A sheikah entered the room. They look at you briefly and then at him. "Lord Ganondorf, I had found what you requested." The sheikah bowed down, giving the man a vial filled with red liquid.

Ganondorf didn't even look their way, his amber eyes on the vial with a twisted expression. "You're still being loyal after all these years, Sheik. I'm surprised."

"I follow whoever is the enemy of the royal family."

"That'll be all." The Sheika left in a puff of smoke.

"What is that?" Your voice was hoarse from the anxiousness, your gaze between the vial and the man.

"Something to keep you in line. It will bring great excitement to you, don't worry." The Gerudo man thugged the chain toward him, resulting in your body sliding to the end of the bed like a doll. It's like you weight nothing. It got a yelp from you and a booming laugh from him. He gripped the ties harder, bringing your face closer to his after the man crouched. "Open wide." But your mouth stayed close. Ganondorf growled at your disobience, irritated. "Don't start again, girl." He grabbed your cheeks and pressed with his armored claws digging into the skin. "Drink."

You finally let go after looking at him. The liquid ran down your troat. Instantately you felt hot and lighthead. "That fast huh?"

You couldn't keep your eyes off Ganondorf, your silent attraction reavealing itself so easily. "I feel strange."

He positionned himself on top of you, chest in full view. "You understand the effects do you, princess?" That nickname was new but it didn't bother you much as it turned you on more instead. Ganondorf cut the clothes with the sharp tip before grazing your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your voice ragged and reaching for air. The man continued to massage your breasts. "How does it feels?"

"You bastard—AH!"

He smirked triumphally while sucking the sensitive part. His tongue was hot and moving fast against your nipple. Your breath quickened at the attention your body was receiving. You hate that you love this. "Don't stop..." You whimpered, hiding your face with your hand.

"What was that girl?" You were interrupted by his hand caressing your lower parts. "Mh." Ganondorf gazed down a moment, his grin larger. "You're enjoying this quite a lot I see." The squishing sound of your garment and the juices were making you even more embarrassed.

"Just...." You try to ignore his eyes lingering on you. "Please continue..."

"Certainly princess."

Your lower body was naked as the air caressed your pussy. The man didn't struggle to take off partly his robe, revealing his member pulsing in front of you. Your pupils dilated and your mouth opened. "It won't fit—"

Ganondorf hands grabbed you easily by the hips, putting you on his lap, just over his member. Your owns instantly placed on his shoulders to create distance. "You were so excited to continue this little game." His voice resonated in your ears like honey, earning another whimper.

"I—"

His armored hand grabbed your cheekbones with power while you watched him with a mixture of lust and fear. "I'm in charge here girl. Don't command me, a king."

The intrusion was sudden but weirdly not as painful as you had thought. Maybe because your juices were flowing and cascading down the interior of your thighs. "That's it." He groaned silently, closing his eyes. The man's hands moved to your waist, applying more force before bringing your down again.

Your gasps filled the room. You were shaking. "It's too much! I'm too filled!"

"Perfect." Ganondorf replied and smacked his hips into you repeatively. He grabbed your hair from behind, another moan leaving your lips in exctasy. "You're mine to keep." He rolled his pelvis, touching new parts inside you that made you see stars. "Your power is mine. All of you—" He growled, changing position so you were now crouched on top of him, his arms snaking around your body and entering deeper than he had previously. "Is mine."

Your eyes rolled to the back, tongue out and sweat running down your body. "More....More please." You whimpered, shaking.

The movement stopped suddenly as his grip on you losened. You watched him with confusion and despair. You were so close! "Why are you stopping?" Your hands were on his pecks, his breathing moving your whole body to the ryththm.

"Oh, don't worry, princess. We are far from finished." He explained smugly. You were roughly switched on your stomach, your eyes half-lidded from the potion and the pleasure. Ganondorf fondled with your buttcheeks and you were vocal again after metal slapped the flesh.

"Ah!"

The man hips collided with your back, the new intrusion farther inside you. He gripped one arm, arching your body towards him while the other hand rest on the redened flesh. "How do you feel?" He huffed, his pelvis either creating round movements or entering forcefully, eliciting shocks across your body. "I sense your lust from your part of the triforce." He groaned, slapping harder but slower.

"I can't feel like this—I can't—" You mumbled inconherently and before you knew it, white filled your vision.

You rested there on the bed, panting and disheveled as Ganondorf looked over at you one last time then left the room laughing with an evil smile on his lips.

[luxudus]

The Six Lords of Ko-ve-dor, and an introduction to my friend's project Star Odyssey

One last art piece to end the year on a high note. It's an entry @jennywolfgal's sophont in her sci-fi / spec-evo / worldbuilding project Star odyssey. A far future where humanity and a few other advanced species help to found a Galactic Coalition of Worlds spanning half the galaxy. Everyone go follow her and check out her project!

I genuinley consider this atm my magnum opus in every aspect, Linework, Texturing, Coloring, Composition, and ESPECIALLY rendering.

    The Commonality of Ko-ve-dor is an alliance between multiple sophont species evolving side by side on the same planet. All working together towards the prosperity for all denizens of the known galaxy.

     Planet Ko-ve-dor, also known as Kepler-442 B, is a super earth in a 3 planet star system all orbiting a K-Type main sequence star known as O-uosa. Ko-Ve-Dor’s higher mass, larger magnetosphere, denser atmosphere, 3 moons, larger continents and O-uosa’s longer lifespan make Ko-ve-dor a superhabitable world. Capable of hosting more biodiversity than our own earth for a far longer time.

    Plantlife on Ko-Ve-Dor is just as complex as it’s animal life and it shows. Most terrestrial flora possess a segmented exoskeleton that vary in shape and size akin to an insect. Most forms of plantlife exhibit both radial and bilateral symmetry in their overall body plan. Some species of Ko-ve-dor plantlife can even take in their surroundings with special segments that act as one big sensory organ.     And aside from some greenish phytoplankton, most flora on this world take on a red pigmentation to make the most out of its star’s dimmer light.

Not only is Ko-ve-dor more biodiverse than earth. But it’s greater abundance of life and more surface area means there's far more consumable biomass too. Allowing it’s animal life to reach greater heights and the option for greater brainpower. This paired with evolution’s trend towards more socialization. Means that sapient life has developed not once, or twice. But six times, all within a similar enough time frame for them to all interact with one another.      As each sophont species is a good representative of Ko-ve-dor’s kingdom of life. We will be skipping over the planet’s animal life to discuss their biology.     The Dor-Eø are the largest of the six sophonts and represent the planet’s many soft-bodied invertebrates. They take on a body plan very similar to earth’s flatworms. And being filter-feeders, they fill a niche not too different from whales. Their large carpet-like fins are actually enlarged partially external gills to aid in respiration. And they manipulate their environment with their two mitten shaped mandibles and opposable tusk thumbs.     They live in tight-knit nomadic pods where they ride the waves in search of plankton. They hunt said plankton like dolphins, continuously switching roles to either shepard the plankton and strike the condensed schools. And as they achieved sapience they’ve built nets to catch more plankton and dorsal fin flags to distinguish which pod they’re apart of.     The Dor-Ssri’ii represent a sapient species of aquatic, radially symmetrical fish analogs. They possess twelve eyes, with three on each side, a four sided jaw, and eight fins, four anterior fins and four posterior fins. Their intricate color palette helps them blend in with the yellow and red reefs.      They live in borderline eusocial schools where they manipulate their environment through their mouth like a tuskfish

    The Ko-Ka’Kta are terrestrial relatives of the Dor-Ssri’cai, these are a sapient species of para-reptilian pack hunters native to the deserts and shrublands of Ko-ve-dor. They retain their radial symmetry and are quite basal compared to their relatives. Their forearms have atrophied into small rudders used by females to attract mates and live in matriarchal packs.     And they manipulate their environment with four highly specialized tongues. Their lack of claws or fangs pushed them to crafting an array of weapons to hunt. That and their hierarchical pack structure paved way for sapience    The Ko-A’atur represent the most derived group of Ko-ve-dor’s Vertebrates. Descending from a group that forgone their radial symmetry and became secondarily bilateral. Their heads hyper-elongated to the point where it’s now two separate body parts all together. Their lips have pulled back and became large flaps to cool off and express emotions.     Of all the sophonts they live the least socially, They forage and occasionally hunt in groups of 3-5 individuals. But the social bonds formed are so tight and complex that it managed to bring them up to sapience.     Onto life in the sky. The Ve-Huik are one of two representatives of Ko-ve-dor’s aerial invertebrates. They are a species of hexapodal invertebrate flyers protected by a sturdy exoskeleton. They fill a niche similar to parrots,  capable of crushing nuts and fruits with their large mandibles that clench together like a fist. They live in small flocks and communicate by short whistles and hums. And they manipulate their environment with their remarkably dexterous six legs.    

    And lastly the Ve-Z’qi, a Is a seafaring relative to the Ve-huik, they are a sapient species of flying arthropod analogs native to the many coastlines of Dorveko. They live in nomadic flocks, hopping from island to island. They hunt their aquatic prey by looking for disturbances in the water before diving in to catch their target     Their history is one defined by sheer first contact and a long road to equality. The Dor-Eø and the Ve-Z'qi,a were the pioneers of exploration due in part of their nomadic lifestyles giving them a global range to freely explore. Slowly each species would suddenly learn the existence of their contemporaries and how to work with them.     Their society is egalitarian and very xenophilic, each species is born with full citizenship and everyone regardless of origin and identity are treated truly equally. yet their government is surprisingly autocratic. Each planet is ruled by a handfull of philosopher kings and queens who come from all walks of life. And are chosen by the state based on their view of life and understanding of the humanities. All to improve the lives of their people. They are also very welcoming towards outsiders, and have made themselves a beacon of liberty and safety for the galaxy's downtrodded.     With so many different sapient minds at work in a society that promotes harmony and teamwork. The Ko-ve-dor Commonality has advanced rapidly, being able to become a spacefaring civilization a thousand years before mankind. Their architecture and spaceships are large and bulbous, containing vast aquariums and spacious domes to accommodate all the different lifestyles. And have become one of the Galactic Coalition of Worlds' most important members.     Depicted here is a human diplomat posing with a friend group eager to take a photo with an unfamiliar face.

I'm happy i managed to get this out before 2024, though there still maybe work to be done, mainly to expand on their worldbuilding, and i hope everyone else has a happy new year!

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 9

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Dr. Miller’s voice snapped my eyes open. The setting was perfect. It felt like a movie. What could possibly be better than this? 

The fire, the dim light, the luxurious living room, the champagne. It all felt too perfect to take it someplace else.

Before I could even protest, Dr. Miller was taking my hand and towing me away from the enchanting scene he had set. Certainly there was more to this amazing residence and I did want to see it - really, I did. But right then I could only focus on one desire.

He glanced over his shoulder once with the tiniest smirk and we soon climbed up a stairwell that was enclosed on both sides by the same stone structure that the house was made of. 

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. 

I stopped mentally counting after five steps when the staircase winded, rounding upward to the next level. Te swirling stairwell added to the dreamy atmosphere. I half expected to awake in my own bed the following morning not knowing if I had been in a dream or reality.

Okay, I was more curious now. What did the second floor entail? There was a charming and, contradicting, dark mystique to Dr. Miller's home. It was almost as enticing as his persona; a perfect fit.

A faint glow illuminated a room straight away as we reached the top of the stairs. On our whisk by, I got a quick flash of a modest-sized room and could tell it was his home office.

Trailing off to the left we passed by two closed doors until reaching the master bedroom at the far end of the hallway.

Dr. Miller reached for the dimmer on the wall a step inside the door and a dim glow gradually took on the oversized space. 

“Wow.” I couldn't keep the word from my mouth as I crossed through the threshold. Now I knew why he wanted to relocate. 

The bedroom was lavish with a fireplace of its own and a flatscreen that sat atop a stone mantle. A king-sized bed was positioned directly across it. Odds and ends filled the spaces, and ceiling-to-floor curtains hung over what I assumed were a pair of windows against a far wall.

Dr. Miller casually strolled in and loosened up the buttons on his collar. I continued to marvel in the enchanting nature of the room that was only comparable to those I had seen in fancy catalogs, or lavish movie settings.

But that wasn't what had me awestruck. It was my professor. It was my enticing, sexy, older professor who was staring right at me as he slowly began to undress himself in the near-darkness.

“Come here.” Dr. Miller’s strict demand forced a shallow gasp from my lips. Once my eyes were locked on his again I felt like a wolf honed in on its prey.. only that prey was a bigger, badder wolf. What a paradox.

The walk to him was only comparable to what I could describe as dice dancing on a tabletop at a casino. What would happen once they rolled to a stop? That was the type of thrill we all secretly chased. The anticipation of what was to come in the most intense situations; your heart pounding, hands unsteady, face hot and a tingle running throughout every facet of your body. 

Our lips met and I tasted the champagne on his tongue. Naturally, Dr. Miller's hand rested gently on the front of my neck. It made me pursuit him harder, kissing him with a heat that forced him to take a breath.

His hands snaked up under my sweater and he ran his warm palms the length of my torso from the bottom up until the shirt was thrown up over my head.

I was expecting him to pull me into his arms, for our lips to connect in the same fiery way as before. When I reached for him, his hand gripped my wrist so tight that an ache immediately spread in both directions up and down my arm. Without warning he shoved me down onto the oversized bed and I let out a deep breath as I stared up at him in his fully aroused state.

The clank of his belt buckle as he began to undo it was enough to make my bottom lip separate from my bottom one. My tongue danced across my lips. I couldn't wait to devour him - or let him devour me. Either way, I didn't care.

With his pants off his hips just enough to get a glimpse at the tented bulge in the front of his boxer-briefs, Dr. Miller leaned down, placing his hands on either side of me as he spoke against my lips.

“I'm going to fuck you now.” His voice was stern. His dark eyes locked on mine. He wasn't asking for permission, though he knew by now that I wouldn't deny him; I couldn't. 

My eyes closed when I felt his fingers against the skin by my waist, swiftly undoing the button of my jeans in a craftily, effortless manner. 

I didn't know if I sighed or moaned when he began to glide my pants down before fingering my panties and taking them along for the ride.

When I failed to respond  to his racy demand he let his nose brush against mine and kissed me so firmly on the lips that it hurt.

“Say, okay Dr. Miller,” he demanded now.

I swallowed hard.  “Okay, Dr. Miller.”

“Good girl.”

The world might as well have stood still when our bodies were entwined. Never, not once in my life, had an intimate encounter left me feeling so out of touch with the rest of the world. 

Explosions of passion transpired in every kiss, every touch, every careless whisper only to be shared between the two of us. I felt it. I knew Dr. Miller felt it, too.

At times he was patient, numbing me with his fingers as he slowly and carefully turned my thighs to Jello. Other times he was forceful and hard, leaving me unable to even choke out a moan because my body was tense and tight and I was on the verge of exploding. He stopped each time he could tell I was close to my climax, controlling the pace of the foreplay, the lovemaking and everything in between.

Fuck, the stamina on this man!

Details of the night would be forever ingrained in my mind. The squeezes of his hands against mine. The firm hold on my throat that I encouraged through a chorus of moans each time he did it. The look in his eyes that alternated between dominant and desperate as he thrusted hard on top of me.

I had no idea how much time had passed when we finally laid quietly together with nothing but the sounds of our own breathing to fill the air. For several minutes I laid there with my eyes closed holding him close. Dr. Miller was a hot, sweaty mess on top of me. I was certain I felt and sounded and looked the same way.

If there was one thing I worried about it was the aftermath of a sexual encounter. Would the man want to cuddle? Would he ask you nicely to leave? Was it just about the sex? Did men worry about any of that stuff?

Dr. Miller’s arm was locked around my naked waist. It was possessive, and from him, alone, I craved that. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to be mine. That may have been wrong, or too intense for the length of time we had been in each other's lives; but that's how I felt. I realized, now, that I couldn't do this once. I couldn't do it twice or three times. I wasn't going to be the girl he called on occasion for a random hookup. None of that was possible - not for me. There would be no getting enough of this. The chemistry that existed between us was on a level I had no prior experience with.

My chest heaved up and down with a deep sigh. It prompted him to finally loosen his grip on me as his head lifted from the pillow we were sharing.

Moment of truth, I thought. I could usually read what a man's intentions were; at least I thought I could. Was Dr. Miller as into me as I thought he was? I couldn't be reading this all wrong, could I?

I wasn't about to let misplaced doubt kill the moment. I bit down on my bottom lip and slowly smiled, prompting him to do the same. When a low chuckle escaped him I echoed it with a giggle of my own.

He propped himself up on his forearm now and hovered above me with pillow-tossed hair. Such a beautiful, rugged mess he was. For a moment neither of us said anything; though did we really need to?

I let out another flustered breath as he leaned down and touched his lips to mine, staying there as if it would be the last time. Simultaneously, my hand found his bearded cheek, the other gently roamed through his messy hair.

We sighed together as the kiss broke off and I knew something had to be said.

“Dr. Miller-”

“Call me Joel,” he cut me off, referring to himself in such a different way than he had in the verbal foreplay that had kicked off our encounter.

I knew it would be difficult referring to him by his first name. In my quiet thoughts, fears and fantasies he would always be Dr. Miller; but I certainly couldn't continue to refer to him in that way.

“Joel..” I smiled again and sighed. That was it. That was all I had. I couldn't think of a coherent sentence. Not when my body still ached for all we had just done and more.

“(Y/N).” His gravelly voice ignited something inside of me - even more so when the weight of his body still blanketed mine.

For a moment I just held him. With our current, uncertain circumstances I had no idea if I would ever truly get this chance again. My hand rested on his cheek and then I leaned my head forward and kissed him again.

His next question made me feel safe and secure - a contrast to the hot-and-bothered, reckless way I had been feeling all night. “What side of the bed do you want?”

I was sure the diameter of my smile stretched my face to the limits. He officially asked me to stay.

“Either side.” I didn't care. I would have slept in the stiff, decorative chair in the corner of the room if he asked me to.

With a chuckle, he pushed himself away and slunk out of bed, slipping just his boxer-briefs back on. “Well decide. I have to go put the fire out downstairs.”

I let out a light flutter of laughter and agreed to his terms, watching him as he exited the room. I was alone with my thoughts, now, smiling at the ceiling. The sheets felt cool against my hot skin. 

I could still feel a sting on the right side of my buttocks where Dr. Miller had indulged in perhaps the most pleasurable spanking of my life. My hand fell over the area and I smiled again, covering his hand print with my palm to feel the warmth he left there.

“Fuck..” I whispered the word to myself in the tastefully, exhausted state he had left my body in. If I died right then, I would die happy.

When he returned, my eyes drank in his physique. Chest hair trailed down the center of his rugged form down below his belly button. A lone scar decorated the top of his left arm and his typically perfectly-styled hair had been tugged in all different directions, leaving him with the most adorable fashion faux-pas.

Dr. Miller pressed the dimmer all the way down and closed the door, replacing the picture-perfect image in front of me with just a silhouette. When he slid back in behind me, my body naturally melted into his.

“Hope you don't mind the right side of the bed,” he said quietly in my ear, slipping one of his feet between mine as he pulled me against him even tighter.

“Mmm..” My eyes closed, “I don't mind.” I was exhausted, but I didn't want the moment to end. Despite the heaviness of my eyes I fought it. It wasn't until I heard Dr. Miller's quiet snores in my ear that I finally gave in. In the warmth of his bed with his body wrapped securely around mine, I got the best sleep of my life.

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[science-sculpt]

Epigenetics: A Journey Through Inheritance Beyond Genes

For centuries, scientists have been fascinated by the mysteries of heredity and how traits are passed down from generation to generation. DNA, the molecule that stores our genetic code, was once thought to be the sole determinant of our characteristics. However, a new frontier in biology, revealing a captivating layer of complexity beyond the DNA sequence itself: Epigenetics.

What is Epigenetics?

The term "epigenetics" was first coined in the 1940s by British biologist Conrad Waddington, but it wasn't until the late 20th century that its significance truly blossomed. Epigenetics, literally meaning "above genetics," refers to the study of heritable changes in gene expression that occur without alterations to the DNA sequence itself. Imagine DNA as the musical score, but epigenetics are the conductor and musicians who determine how the music is played. Through chemical modifications and adjustments to the proteins around DNA, epigenetics dictates which genes are turned on or off, influencing how cells function and ultimately shaping our health, development, and even behavior. Think of your DNA as the hardware: it contains the basic instructions for building and running your body. But epigenetics acts like the software, fine-tuning those instructions and determining which genes get turned on or off at specific times and in specific cells. These modifications, like chemical tags or changes in the packaging of DNA, don't alter the underlying code itself, but they can have a profound impact on how it's read and interpreted.

The Key Players:

DNA methylation: This process involves adding a methyl group to DNA, essentially silencing the gene it's attached to. Imagine it like putting a dimmer switch on a light bulb.

Histone modifications: Histones are proteins that package DNA, and changes in their structure can make genes more or less accessible to the cellular machinery needed for expression. Think of it like adjusting the curtains around a window - open wide for full light, slightly closed for filtered light.

Non-coding RNAs: These are molecules that don't code for proteins but can regulate gene expression in various ways. They're like the backstage crew in a play, ensuring everything runs smoothly.

The Power of Epigenetic Regulation

Epigenetic regulation plays a crucial role in various biological processes, including:

Development: During embryonic development, different cell types emerge from the same DNA blueprint by activating or silencing specific gene sets through epigenetic modifications.

Cellular differentiation: Specialized cells like muscle or nerve cells have unique functions due to differences in their active genes, controlled by epigenetic mechanisms.

Learning and memory: Epigenetic changes in brain cells are thought to be essential for learning and forming memories.

Aging: As we age, our epigenome accumulates changes that can contribute to age-related decline and disease.

Environmental influences: Diet, exercise, stress, and exposure to toxins can leave epigenetic marks on our genes, potentially impacting our health and even the health of future generations.

Epigenetics reminds us that we are not simply products of our genes. Our environment, choices, and experiences leave their mark, shaping who we are and potentially influencing our children's health. This deeper understanding of ourselves opens doors for self-awareness, empowerment, and potentially reshaping our narratives – not just as individuals, but as a species with the potential to leave a healthier legacy for generations to come.

[livingforstars]

Sirius: The Brightest Star in the Night - September 2nd, 1996.

"Sirius is the brightest star in the night sky. Intrinsically, Sirius is over 20 times brighter than our Sun and over twice as massive. As Sirius is 8.7 light years distant, it is not the closest star system - the Alpha Centauri system holds this distinction. Sirius is called the Dog Star because of its prominence in the constellation of Canis Majoris (Big Dog). In 1862, Sirius was discovered to be a binary star system with a companion star, Sirius B, 10,000 times dimmer than the bright primary, Sirius A. Sirius B was the first white dwarf star discovered, a type of star first understood by Subrahmanyan Chandrasekhar in 1930. While studying Sirius in 1718, Edmond Halley discovered that stars move with respect to each other. The Sirius system is shown above captured in X-ray light."

[cheeseforlife]

Types of people based on smells (tag who you are):

Gasoline: Staying up late, feeling like you should be crying but not being able to, thick jackets, hands in pockets, sweat, motorcycles.

Sawdust: Always having your bedroom door closed, sitting next to your friends when they’re sad, waning moon, stubborn, the feeling of home.

Hot chocolate: Warm hugs, fogged up glasses, contagious laughs, weighted blankets, found family, fingerless gloves, zoning out.

Books: Long skirts, flannel, small smiles but big grins, old hair ties, dried flowers, honey, lowering the dimmer on lights when walking into rooms.

Buttercream: Daffodils, summer sun, late mornings, food fights, wish lists, jazz hands, that perfect person.

Wet rocks: Walking in the dark, cucumber water, shampoo, running as fast as you can for no reason, asmr, burying yourself in the ball pit.

Dogs: A blanket a loved one made, stale cookies, faded jeans, a well earned nap, wanting stay in the shower, the word affection.

Campfires: Coughing and laughing simultaneously, talking aloud in bed, melting chocolate, mirrors, dancing in the dark.

[rubyreduji]

at the top — bsk

summary: it’s always said that it’s lonely at the top, you just didn’t believe it

tags: angst, fluff, idolverse, can be read as platonic or romantic wc: 2.8k an: this is very y/n centric but uhhh i hope its still enjoyable (y/n is basically IU in this universe if we wanna talk about popularity and success)

The flashing lights almost burn against your skin as a brigade of cameras relentlessly attack you from all sides. You stand still, a painful wide smile plastered onto your face just like you were trained to do all those years ago. You can hear voices shouting out to you, but they just sound like ringing in your ears.

After what feels like an eternity of being blinded you’re ushered into the event hall where the actual ceremony will be taking place. You can’t relax yet, though. The dress you’ve been forced into fits you uncomfortably and has been irritating you since the moment you put it on, but you can’t let it show as you shake hands with all the necessary people and exchange niceties. You nod along to whatever they’re saying and hope you don’t look too dead in the eyes as you do. 

“Y/N-ah, it’s good to see you again.” Your brain finally releases you from its stupor to turn towards the familiar voice.

It’s a coping tactic you developed years ago, when you were too young to really deal with all of the fame and networking and diplomacy. You call it your Professionalism Haze where you just block out as much as you can while still maintaining a level of propriety. As you got older you never did lose the habit. If anything it’s probably the only thing getting you through these types of events without going mad.

“Hyunae-unnie,” you bow slightly to the woman who has approached you. Hyunae is one of the people in the industry who you wholeheartedly enjoy the company of. You two did your training together as it was believed you two would debut in the same group before it was decided you would both debut as solo artists instead.

“Congratulations on your recent comeback, and your many nominations tonight.” If it was any other artist speaking to you, you might believe there was malice or envy behind the words, but you know Hyunae is being completely sincere.

“Thank you. I send you good regards towards your own comeback as well.” You know your words don’t mean much as Hyunae’s comeback was not nearly as successful as yours, but you still hope to convey how proud you are of both of your successes, no matter how big or small.

You hear a loud commotion coming from the entrance of the building and you glance over to see SEVENTEEN entering the venue. The loud boys all move further into the venues, greeting people as they do. 

You stare at them as they move as a unit. Their crisp suit jackets and styled hair and meticulously picked jewelry. Despite the gender difference between you two, you know that just as much time was put into making them presentable as it was with you. You wonder if their shoes pinch their feet the way yours do to you.

The group of thirteen men are up for a couple awards themselves tonight. You wouldn’t call yourself a fan of them, but you are well versed in their status. They interest you to say the least. You’ve never met another K-Pop idol like them individually, let alone a whole group of them.

Your eyes land on Boo Seungkwan. You find him the most interesting out of the whole group with his big personality and outstanding vocal talents. His hair is styled out of his face, slightly pushed back to change up his normal style. He’s dressed in a suit like the rest of his group. His suit is a navy color that is styled with a silky white under shirt. He has more necklaces than you do adorning his neck and like always, his signature smile graces his face.

The lights in the room are on the dimmer side, but he still shines, standing out from the rest of the crowd. One of his members says something to him and you can hear him laugh even from across the room. You stare at the way his face lights up even more, something you didn’t know was possible.

You study his body movements and the way he interacts with everyone around him. You see him smile at multiple people, but that’s not a surprise. Seungkwan is very popular. He’s very open with his body language and how he carries himself, something you’re not sure if you emulate properly.

You ponder how Seungkwan is objectively attractive, but to you he’s also subjectively attractive with his smooth skin and high cheekbones and bright eyes.

“Y/N?” Your attention is pulled back to your unnie and you apologize for spacing off. She brushes it off, far too well-versed in similar actions herself.

“Excuse me, I think I should go find my seat before the ceremony starts.” You bow once more to Hyunae before heading off in the general direction of where your manager told you your seat is. It doesn’t take you long to find it and you sit down in your chair, the first one at the table.

“Y/N!” You look up to see three men approaching you. One of them being the man you are guilty of staring at a few moments ago.

You stand and bow to them. “Hoshi-ssi, Dokyeom-ssi, Seungkwan-ssi.”

“Congratulations on another successful year,” Hoshi tells you. You know he’s not just referencing your recent comeback but all of the projects you’ve done within the past year including the first leg of your tour, premiering in a movie, the release a new fashion line, and several record-breaking comebacks.

“Ah, Y/N-noona you’re so cool,” DK says. “You do so much, it’s amazing that you’re still standing.”

“Yah, don’t say stuff like that!” Seungkwan smacks at DK’s arm. “Your diligence is very commendable Y/N-noona.”

“Thank you, though the work SEVENTEEN does is just as exemplary as mine.” It’s no secret how hard the boys work and how they’re constantly doing something whether it’s promotions, comebacks, variety shows, and anything of the like.

“Yah, you three! Stop walking off!” You turn your head to see S.Coups approaching. “I apologize for any troubles my members may have given you.” S.Coups bows to you. “Come on you guys.” Before you can even respond to S.Coups, the four men are walking off to their own table.

It doesn’t take long for things to start to settle down as the guests start to find their tables. You’re sitting at a table with a couple more solo artists. They all talk to one another but nobody spares you much of a glance. Or maybe it’s you who isn’t paying them any attention. It doesn’t matter either.

The ceremony starts and you sit there and stare at the shoes of everyone who walks on stage because the lights are shining too bright to look at their faces. You go through all the normal motions of what you’re supposed to. Clap when someone gets introduced, laugh when they make a joke, smile when something nice is said.

It’s not until the awards start that you force yourself to listen, and even then you start to space out at times. You’re nominated for four categories tonight. You’ll most likely win all four of them. You know you should be appreciative, but it all feels meaningless to you.

“This year’s Top Solo Female Idol is…L/N Y/N!”

You hear your voice called over the surround system and you automatically stand and smile, waving at where the cameras are placed. Your feet start to move to the stage before you can tell them to and then all of a sudden you’re standing on the stage, staring out at the crowd.

Your eyes try to focus on something in the audience. This time it just happens to be the arrangement of blue flowers sitting on a table near the back. 

For once you’re thankful for all of the pre-written speeches that were shoved down your throat a week ago as you recite it like it’s the most natural thing to you. You make a note to send a thank you basket to your PR manager.

You finish your speech and go back to your seat. You feel awkward sitting at the table with your award placed in front of you. The night is only going to get worse. More speeches, more smiling, more standing. Shake this hand and greet this person and say these words and always make sure your dress isn’t bunched up. You feel like a puppet.

You do end up winning all of the awards you were nominated for and you have to go to a press conference afterward to show your gratitude for all of the support.

You don’t miss the looks the other idols shoot you. You don’t have to interpret what they mean. It’s been the same since your first successful album as a rookie. None of them believed in you and now that you’re levels above them they don’t want to talk to you. You don’t blame them.

At the end of the night you’re finally loaded into your car and you slip your shoes off of your feet in the car. You’re in your apartment for about two seconds before you unzip your dress and let it fall to the ground before moving to your room to change into something comfortable.

You undo your hair and clean off your makeup before sliding on a mask and slipping your hood over your head. You walk down the block to the convenience store on the corner and browse the sodas and chips before making a selection. You pay for your treats and are thankful the cashier doesn’t recognize you. It’s not that too hard to believe though. Sometimes you can’t even recognize yourself without your makeup.

A deep sigh escapes your mouth as you start to walk back home. Tonight should be one of the happiest nights for you, but here you are, alone, buying junk food from the convenience store, feeling miserable. You are grateful for your job, you really are, but it’s all so…exhausting.

Your feet still hurt from wearing your heels for so long so you find a bench to sit on and rest your feet for a moment. As you sit down everything starts to crash down on you. You place your head in your hands and start to silently cry.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there when you hear a voice address you. “Excuse me have you- oh, are you okay?” You look up to see a familiar face. “Y/N?”

You quickly wipe away your tears and straighten up though you know that Seungkwan has already seen it all. “I- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? Are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry that you have to see me like this,” you say to Seungkwan. You’re embarrassed if you’re being honest. Out of everyone in the world to find you, it has to be Seungkwan. 

He’s changed into street clothes and even through your distress you note how nice he looks. There’s always been something satisfying to you about idols in normal clothing. Maybe it’s because it makes them look like actual people.

“What are you doing here? It’s late and you’re all alone. Are you not celebrating your wins?”

“I…don’t have anyone to celebrate with,” you admit. “I don’t have many friends in the industry.”

“Well, you have me! We’re friends.” Seungkwan sits down on the bench next to you. 

“Why are you here?” You change the subject.

“Ah, SEVENTEEN is celebrating our win at a bar nearby. I just needed a walk to clear my head for a moment,” Seungkwan explains. “Now, why are you crying on the street alone?”

You never knew if Seungkwan is as nice as he seems on camera, but apparently he is and it’s somehow making everything worse. You’re not sure if you want to just dump all of your problems on him at 1am on a random street right after crying when he should be celebrating with his group, but it’s not like you have anyone else to tell.

“I’m not sure what I’m even doing,” you finally say. “I’ve dreamed of this being my life since I was little, and now that I have it I feel…lost.”

“Lost?”

“I don’t know who I am anymore. I live my life day in and day out doing more or less the same thing, it’s like I’m on autopilot. This whole night I felt just like a doll, just something to play with and control. It’s exhausting.”

“You need to take time to take care of yourself. You’re going to burn yourself out if you keep doing all of the things you are now. You should spend time with friends or take a vacation,” Seungkwan says.

You laugh a bit incredulously. “Take a vacation? My manager would kill me. The next leg of my tour starts in two weeks and I’m filming ad collabs and working on my next album in the meantime,” you tell the other idol. You hope he understands a bit. “As for the friend one…I don’t have friends. Everyone is either too intimidated or too resentful to spend time with me. I’m one of the most successful idols in Korea, and I can’t even get someone to spend time with me.”

“Don’t say that. I’m your friend. I’m spending time with you right now, aren’t I?”

“Only because you found me crying alone. It’s pathetic I know. The media would have a field day with this if they saw me now.” 

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to spend time with you in other situations. Honestly, all of SEVENTEEN would like to be your friend. You deserve to have people who care for you.” The words hit harder than you’re expecting and you feel your eyes start to well up with tears again. “Our jobs aren’t easy, but you’re is even harder than mine. You are so strong to do as much as you do, and all alone. I wouldn’t be able to do what I do without my members for support, and you deserve support as well.”

“Thank you, Seungkwan-ssi.” Your voice is soft, afraid that if you speak louder you might start sobbing.

“I think we can drop formalities,” Seungkwan says. “We’re friends now, remember.” You just nod.

It’s quiet between you two for a moment before you speak up. “Do you ever…wish your life was different? That you weren’t an idol?”

“This job is not for the weak of heart,” Seungkwan starts, “and sometimes it is hard, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Why? Do you…not want to be an idol anymore?”

“I’m not sure.” You take a moment to choose your words carefully. “I’m not happy. I love my fans and I love making everyone proud, but I don’t know if I’m being true to myself anymore.”

Seungkwan thinks over what you just said before responding slowly. “If you’re not happy anymore, then why do you keep doing it?”

“I’m too far in. I can’t be anyone else after the image I’ve built up. I don’t hate the job, I just…don’t feel anything anymore.”

“You should always choose yourself before anything else. I understand your feeling of obligation to this industry though. How about this? You come to me when you need support and I’ll be here for you and if you still feel like this later down the road, you have to promise me you’ll take a step back. You don’t have to quit, not yet, just take a break.”

You’ve truly never met someone like Boo Seungkwan. You can’t help but feel fondness towards him at this moment. No one has ever looked out for you the way Seungkwan is doing right now, and even just from this small conversation you’re starting to feel better. Maybe he is on to something with this support system he’s talking about.

“Okay Boo Seungkwan,” you say. “I think you might have yourself a deal.”

“Good. When your tour is done, I’ll show you what it’s like to spend time with a friend. We’ll do all of the funnest things I can think of and you’ll be able to relax. In the meantime, tell your manager to lessen your workload before you completely crash, or I’ll hunt him down and do it myself.” Seungkwan’s voice is dead serious and you know he’s not kidding. 

“Thank you Seungkwan-ah, I don’t know how to repay you.”

“You don’t need to. That’s what friends are for.” And for the first time this whole night you crack genuine smile. 

Seungkwan then stands. “Come on.” He holds his hand out for you to stand as well. “Join me and my members for tonight. You deserve to be celebrated as well.”

You tentatively take Seungkwan’s hand and he helps pull you to your feet before leading you back towards where his group is residing and you secretly smile to yourself about how things are already starting to look up.

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Jeff the killer x Reader {SFW}

No NSFW this time around, just soft semi fannon fluff involving everyone's favorite greasy white boy teehee. Taking from my Ao3, where the whole booklet can be found here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43587606/chapters/109650700

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"Fucking dammit," you muttered as you shivered under your blanket. It was the beginning of winter and the Slender manor had prepared you for everything except the increasingly cold temperatures. Every winter it was like this but this time it was particularly bad because it had snowed early. You hadn't had a chance to grab a comforter or anything.

What to do, what to do.. You could grab a few more blankets, head downstairs and start a fire in the living room, make yourself a hot drink.. No, none of those would warm you up enough..

You sighed softly and sat up in your bed, grumbling as you pulled your blanket tightly around yourself and headed towards your bedroom door. It was close to 1:00 AM, indicated by the glowing red numbers on your clock. You scrunched your nose and huffed, quietly cracking open your door and peeking outside. No one else, to your knowledge, was awake so that gave you a chance to sneak downstairs without being spotted and interrogated.

The manor is ridiculously quiet and spooky at night. No lights on, no movement, nothing.. Which is why it surprised you to see that the kitchen light was already on when you headed downstairs. You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, hearing a soft humming coming from inside and footsteps. You slowly peeked around the corner and were surprised to see Jeff already in there, making himself a sandwich. He looked a little groggy, and you guess he probably hadn't been able to sleep either.

Jeff was totally unaware of your presence, at least for the moment. He was wearing his hoodie and a pair of sweats, and his hair was a little messy, probably from tossing and turning. His sleep mask was pushed up to his forehead and those icy blue eyes were a little dimmer than usual.

As soon as he finished making his sandwich, you stepped inside and huffed softly. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" you asked softly, startling him just a bit but he recovered quickly. "Ah, fuck, you scared the fuck out of me!" he hissed while eyeing you in annoyance. He clutched his sandwich defensively then smirked slightly, his apprehension fading as soon as he realized who had snuck downstairs with him.

"First night of winter is always a bitch," he said while leaning on the counter, stifling a yawn. "Whatcha up to? Trying to get warm? Came down here to make yourself some tea? Or did you follow me hoping we could hang out~?" he teased, watching your expression change to something a little more flustered. It wasn't really a secret that you had a fat crush on him. "Tch, no, I wanted to warm up! It's cold as hell in my room," you grumbled, crossing your arms and letting your blanket hang from your shoulders like a cape.

"Dunno what to tell ya, sweet thing, but there's not really a good cure for cold like this," Jeff said with a shrug, taking a bite of his sandwich. You pouted slightly, not very pleased by that news but you knew he was right. This was the type of cold that sunk into your skin and chilled your bones. It was just above the temperature where you could see your breath. "Hmmph.. Well, I can try," you muttered as you walked towards the kitchen counter and shuffled around for a mug.

You started to boil water so you could have a nice hot cup of tea, feeling Jeff's gaze following your movements. You heard him move a littler closer and he leaned over your shoulder, careful not to get too close. He noticed how jumpy and shivery you were and winced slightly.

"Hey, uh, ya know.. Uhh.. Cuddling is a good way to warm up-" he said quietly, almost right against your ear, causing you to jump in surprise. "What?! Why are you..?" you questioned as you turned to him, narrowing your eyes suspiciously. He put a hand up defensively and took another bite of his sandwich. "Hold on, (Y/N), let me finish. It's colder than Masky's love life in here and I was looking for someone who would maybe kind sorta be willing to uh.. Cuddle with me.. And you're the perfect candidate cause you're obsessed with me aaand you're the only other person awake right now-" he explained as your eyes went wide.

"I am NOT obsessed with you!" you growled while shooting him a glare. Jeff chuckled at that and shook his head. "Oh, (Y/N), you naive little dork.." He stifled his laughter as you poured the boiling water into your mug and dipped in a green tea bag, avoiding his gaze. "You think I'm a dumbass?" he continued, leaning on the counter beside you. "You think I don't see those looks and those gestures and your cute blush? Huh?" He sounded so damn smug.

You stayed silent, and after a few moments he went quiet too. You felt your hands growing shaky as you sipped at your tea, wincing from the heat. Jeff finished his sandwich and let out a sigh, stretching a little before heading to the doorway to leave. "Just so you know.. The offer stands. If you're desperate, you know where I am.." he mumbled as he disappeared around the corner. Your gaze followed him until he was gone and you let out a little disappointed sigh once you were alone.

"Fuck it.." you muttered as you followed him, shutting off the light behind you and navigating the dark hallways almost blindly. Damn, he's fast.. Or you're slow. By the time you made it back upstairs he was nowhere to be seen. You hesitated as you glanced between your bedroom door and his. They were on opposite ends of the hall from each other..

His words stuck in your mind and you let out a deep breath, quietly walked to his bedroom door and knocking lightly. You waited for a few moments before slowly pushing the door open and peeking inside. He was laying on his bed, watching you with a smug smile. "Well, well, well.. Guess you just couldn't resist me, huh?" he teased, resting his arms above his head. You pouted as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you, shivering again.

"Here, come here sweet thing," Jeff said as he patted the spot on his bed next to him. You glanced around, spotting his pet husky fast asleep in the corner of the room, buried under a couple blankets. You winced a little, remembering the nightmares that thing had given you the first time you met.

"I'm not gonna bite," he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. You felt all nervous and anxious for some reason but chalked it up to just being in the same room as Jeff the killer.. Someone you both feared and adored immensely. You glanced around then sighed and slowly approached, taking another sip of your warm tea. You hesitantly put the mug down on his bedside dresser before tentatively sitting on the bed next to him.

He grinned and gave you a sly look. "There we go.." he whispered before scooting a little closer. "Here, get comfortable," he said as he tugged you close. You blushed and nodded, laying down and allowing him to pull you against his chest. He reached down and pulled his comforter over the two of you, enveloping you in his warmth. "Whoa, you're.. Really.." you started before he interrupted you. "Hot?" he asked, chuckling as he gently rubbed your side. "I know."

You didn't move for a few moments, too nervous to get comfortable. When he started spooning you, you finally melted under his touch and let out a little sigh. "Comfortable, sweet thing?" he asked softly, moving his eye mask down and snuggling against you. "Good, good.. Get some rest, alright? Tomorrow's a long day.." His voice sounded gravelly and tired. You blushed a little and nodded, closing your eyes. This was so much better than sitting alone by the fire..