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[nullinkk]

When I read this scene from The Rehabilitation of Death (by @bamsara ) I had to draw it immediately

[silvergyus]

Ari, I've fallen into txt's kids head cannons and I can't get up!

Imagine Hyuka’s kids, a boy and a girl a year or two apart, following their dad around a theme park, the girl's pigtails which Kai did himself, bobbing as she walks 😭 Their dad's hands are full of things he's bought for them at the gift shop, so the two little Huenings hold hands so they won't lose each other. Being so similar in age, they're very close siblings and are very affectionate with each other and hold hands a lot, but it warms Kai's heart when he turns around to check on them and finds them trailing after him hand in hand and pointing things out to each other with excitement.

hi cee! sorry this took so long to get to

first of all, this devastated me as an eldest daughter with two younger brothers so I *will* be assuming the girl is the oldest because brothers are supposed to be younger than you, duh

Kai's daughter, dressed in her overalls and pigtails, holding onto her little brother's hand because she doesn't want him to get lost at the theme park. she knows that their daddy would never let them get lost for real but she still doesn't want to lose him :( she doesn't yet know that daddy is easy to find in crowds since he's so tall, since she's small enough that everyone is still tall to her :( and her brother is easy to lose in crowds since he's a few inches shorter than her and his little legs get tired sometimes so he takes lots of breaks.

so they hold hands and they make up stories about the plushies in their hands- what sounds they would make and who would win in a fight and which magic powers they would have. Kai looks back when he hears a pair of roars and a fit of giggles behind him. his two kids laughing at their own jokes, trodding along immersed in their own world, imaginations even bigger than the wonders of the theme park.

his smile grows when he sees his son's eyes light up, eagerly pointing out an attraction they haven't been to yet. his daughter's head whips in the direction of his tiny, chubby finger, her pigtails- the ones that Kai struggled to get even this morning- bouncing as they fly through the air.

he knows that they're already headed over to that attraction, smiling to himself when his kids' turn and race to him, grasps tightening around their stash of plushies and half-eaten candy as they pick up speed, eagerly running to pull at his pant leg, asking "daddy pleeaase can we go over there!" "can we go on that ride? dad, dad dad dad, please can we!?!"

and how could he ever say no?

[magicandheart]

COTL Inspired Candy

"Eyes red like roses...and blood..." -Aychama's Royal AU

"The red ones are the best" -Bamsara's TROD AU

Rambles under the cut lol

Shout out to @aychama and @bamsara for making such funky little pals that I've grown wayyyyy too attached to. I really wanted to make fanart of some kind for their lambs. I can't draw but I can make desserts, so I made some strawberry Japanese Crystal Candy inspired by the lamb's image!!

Just a fluffy pal surrounded by the shattered bones of their fallen enemies :3 They're just silly like that

If you haven't checked out either of their stories, I 100% recommend!!

Bonus low quality Narinder with a piece of a sprinkle for a nose:

[dedalvs]

Do you have any idea how much it pleases me to know you have successfully reproduced?? The superior conlanger genes must survive at all costs. Were I Emperor I would grant you hordes of buxom and eager concubines with which to perpetuate your blood

lol You wouldn't say that if you knew all the allergies I was passing on... It's like, "Hey, David, check out this old book I haven't opened in twelve years!"

Then me instantly...

Me several hours later...

Me a couple days later...

Then me, in a moment of quiet between sneezes...

Then I hit 'em with a little more...

Seriously, though, it ain't the genes. There's so much capacity for awesomeness inside each of us. We've all got many different paths we can trod. For my daughter, I hope she can find something that allows her to be happy more than she's sad, to make the world a brighter place, and feel like she's making a difference in some place where she wants to make a difference. I'd hope the same for everyone.

[opportunity-strikes]

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You're trying to decide on an answer to Cooper's question when you realize that a thin ring of white roots have grown from the inside of the cloak and looped around your marked wrist. You look down at where the 'fabric' is draped over your arm, opposite hand resting atop it like you're holding a cat steady. Like with the emerald egg, you can sort of sense the presence of this cloak in your mind, though to a lesser degree.

"It's up to you," you say with a shrug that's not extreme enough to warrant the thoughtful riffle of whispers that shakes through the leaves of the mantle. "I trust Cooper with my life. And I really don't know anything about your world, or how your magic works. It might be worth it if Coop can help me understand you."

"Weird," Cooper says from across the room. You look up at her with a frown, confused.

"Weird that I'm asking its opinion?"

"Weird to hear you speak the language of the worlds Primordial," Cooper clarifies, and you realize in that moment that you haven't been speaking your mother tongue this entire time. "Not bad weird, love. Just never expected to hear it again, let alone from my closest friend. Can't decide how I feel about it."

You nod slowly, wondering again what had driven Cooper from the Far Weald and into this world, away from her kin, away from her language. It would be weird to suddenly be confronted with a piece of something you'd thought long abandoned in your life. And hand-in-hand with an artifact from that life you never thought you'd get to see up close! You hope it isn't all bad for Cooper. You hope that you've brought some good things back to her too.

The ring of roots releases its hold on your wrist. You look down at the cloak again. The leaves are green, and tinged with a little skeptical yellow around the tips, but it's not clinging to you, and it's not the violent shade of red it had turned when you'd been nervous about Cooper's true form. You think this is as close to an answer as you'll get.

"We give you permission, Coop," you say, and offer up the cloak.

Cooper is upon you with that preternatural speed, her eyes gleaming, her smile wide and sharp. She puts on her spectacles, hilariously sized compared to her face now. She cautiously, but eagerly takes the cloak off your hands.

"Thanks love! I'll--we'll be in the workroom of the shop. Let me know if you need anything!" she says, and then she's gone.

You smile at her enthusiasm, and trod the familiar path to Cooper's guest room. The exhaustion of the day finally catches up to you, and you collapse on the bed in a heap, dropping your pack on the floor next to it.

[sallysavestheday]

For my bored friend.

As a reader, I know your work quite well. It often causes a strong emotional reaction, whether it be sad or happy. But what do you like to read? Are there times of year, a mood, anything that influences what you want to read?

From the world of Tolkien, has there ever been a character you wished to include in a story, but the story wouldn't come to you?

Are you truly never revisiting The Flower and the Fountain? (Asking for a friend 😊)

If you had to write a story of a rare pair, who would it be?

As a reader, do you have a favorite scene/event in The Silmarillion, The Hobbit and/or The LoTR?

Post vacation workdays are never fun. As you know, this too shall pass.

One more for today, while I wait for the chicken to stew :). Thanks for these questions!

I love a good nonfiction read. Science or nature writing that has a lyrical tone delights me, and I enjoy memoir, particularly if there is some through-line about food. I love reading about other people's meals. I have spent much of my adult life bouncing around the world for work, but there are still plenty of places I haven't been, so I also look for memoir or travel writing that expresses a deep knowledge of and love for places and people who on the surface are very different from myself but underneath can be familiarly known. Which is an easy glide to fanfiction, isn't it? The strange made familiar and the recognition of self in a tale? And in my darkest moods, I return to the classics of my childhood. There's nothing like a well-written children's book to set your heart aright.

Reluctant Tolkien characters include Angrod, who must have some depths I have yet to discover; Faramir, who keeps teasing me but won't actually come out to play; and Finwë himself, the OG Problematic Spouse and Parent. I'd like to write him, because I enjoy digging into the meatiness of parenting, but I can't quite get my mind around him yet.

You will notice that I have not checked the "complete" box on The Flower and The Fountain! I don't plan to write any more post-Gondolin ficlets for them, but there are plenty of First Age moments remaining to be explored. They stand up and wave when they want to be written, never fear.

Taking rarepair suggestions...any you have particularly in mind? Egalmoth and Rog, my darlings, were your idea, and I am still very pleased with how that turned out.

Favorite scenes, hm. The mostly-reconstituted Fellowship resting at Isengard (such tenderness and peace and playfulness in between moments of horror); Fëanor's call to depart Aman (the language!! it makes me want to stand up and go, myself); the Nirnaeth (Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatári, utúlie'n aurë!...and they trod his banners into the mire of his blood, ow ow ow); any and all scenes in which hobbits cook (I said I loved other people's meals!).

Thank you again for the ask. I am much better fortified to face the wave of reviewing and editing tomorrow. :)

[ragnarokhound]

2, 7, 8, & 29 for the fic writer ask game pls?

Sure!

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Oh gosh. There's so many good ones out there, and my favorite kind of trope use involves mashing a bunch of them together into a tasty stew - Only One Bed is a personal fave that I haven't really done yet lol, but OH. A groundhog day/timeloop fic. Gotta be one of my favorite kinds of character study/fix-it/whump all rolled into one. And the whole batfam in general are already the type of people to play events in their heads over and over trying to figure out what the Right thing would have been to do, how could they have been better...oh yeah. Highly effective psychological torture for them. Especially if there is no Right Answer to breaking the loop 8)

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“The elements connect us,” Helaine says as she lays his hand on the surface of the pool. The ice-cold water is always a shock to him at first, and he is careful not to break the surface tension. “The fire warms us; the earth sustains us; the water,” here, her hand joins his on the water’s surface, “flows through us. Feel the blood in your veins, the beat of your pulse in your ears. It is the water of your life, and it has seen all you have seen, and more besides. Much more.” She drags her hand back toward her body at the edge of the pool, and Feldar, sitting opposite, mirrors her. As their fingers drag across the water, the ripples that form spread and merge and create ripples of their own. The water wavers and changes, and Feldar hears it, like a steady drum of war— his own pulse in his ears. He feels it down his arm and in the tips of each finger where they sit on the water, and watches as Gallant’s hooves thunder down a distant road, one he had never seen before, dark under the canopies of ancient trees filled with the webs of spiders. Then Gallant’s hooves pound in the distance, and he sits up from the dirt of the road and sees the knight on the black horse with no device on his shiny steel shield, and a ridiculous straw hat on his head. He is so hungry, and he may be trod underfoot and left to die in the dust, but he has seen no one else on the road for two days, and he is so hungry.

This snippet is from "like the ashes of ash (i saw eyes in the heat)" which is the second in a four part fanfic series I did for Sorcerer's Son by Phyllis Eisenstein. I had to invent the fandom tag for this book series, so check that one off the Ao3 bucket list! :')

I really enjoyed coming up with a structure for how the Seer magic worked; in the book it was left pretty opaque (on purpose lol) and sometimes would have more to do with intuition than anything resembling 'magic', which seemed sensible to me.

I wanted to paste more of this passage in because I'm really proud of the way this scene builds on itself, but it would have been way too long lol - the next four or five paragraphs all start with variations on "Then Gallant's hooves [action]" to indicate a new piece of the past and the future that Feldar is seeing in the pool, and it ends with Helaine explaining how using water to scry changes what and how you see. (Helaine is always shown using water to scry with in the book; I thought it would be more appropriate for his character that Feldar would scry with fire :) hence the naming schema for the series!)

Also, I love indulging in a stream of consciousness writing style, and the ethereal, out-of-body feeling of this scene was the perfect opportunity to make use of it lol

I have a big ol' soft spot for my Sorcerer's Son fics lol - they are for a fantasy book series I'm pretty sure only a handful of people have read - it is...okay! The books are okay. :) I read the first one a year or two ago and fell in love with the protagonists best friend, Feldar Sepwin, who becomes apprenticed to a seer, and promptly adopted him. I wrote the series both as a character study of him, and as a way to give him the boyfriend he deserves ;O;

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

uh. okay, the dialogue i'm Most proud of is actually from a WIP rn, and at a very spoilery moment fjdslafjsal so I will talk about the next runner up instead lol:

“Catch.” Babs’ hand flashes out to snatch the pill bottle out of the air with a short rattle, reflexes still Batwoman-sharp.  It makes him angry in a low, burning sort of way, that constant thrum of rage at the Joker and everything he’s ever done flaring up with a vengeance. She still kicks ass, and she'd kill him if he ever implied otherwise, but— she shouldn’t be in that chair, just like how Jason shouldn’t have died. And the Joker shouldn’t be alive. But she is, and he did. And he still is.  She squints at the label on the bottle, then turns her chair to face Jason with a smirk. “You know I have my own allergy meds, right?” Jason shrugs. “Never hurts to be prepared.” Even as he says it, her attention zeroes in on the dog keeping stride with him, and she leans down to hold out the back of her hand for a sniff. “Hey, there,” she says, voice pitching up the way people do when they want babies and animals to like them. Barf. The dog darts up to her, tongue hanging out, and lets her pet it. Its whippy tail wags back and forth as it whuffs excitedly in short, ecstatic barks, and Jason watches incredulously. This is nothing like how his first meeting with the dog went. Where’s the growling and the bared teeth, huh? He makes a face. “He sure warmed up to you quick.” “Jealous?” She asks him, smug. He scoffs. “No.” Yes. “You have the thing?” He asks impatiently. She grins, and pauses scritching the dog behind the ears to snag a USB off her desk. “Catch.” He makes it disappear, grunting his thanks. “I’ll be back later. Have fun with your new BFF.” Babs laughs at him, but then she says, "Hey."  He stops where he'd been turning around, and the smile Babs shoots him is a little rye. "Thanks for doing all this. I know you have other shit going on that's important. I appreciate it." It settles his ruffled feathers a little, even if he won't admit it. He grunts. "Yeah, well. It's worth the blackmail material this’ll net me when the replacement's finally back. I'm gonna hold this over his head forever." She raises her eyebrows, amused. "He'll hate that." He grins toothily at her, a little mean. "That's what I'm counting on."  When he leaves, he goes out through the roof.

Sit, Stay, Speak was full of little agonies for me as I worked on it lol, and one of those little agonies was Barbara. She was involved largely so that Jason had a reason to be in Tim's apartment and then be made to stay, and as someone for him to bounce off when he needed to talk about what he'd found. She gave him another viewpoint on Tim that he needed to fully grasp the enormity of what he was seeing.

But all that being said, I have gotten most of my understanding of the characters via other people's fic. Turns out, reading primarily JayTim does not afford a lot of opportunities to get to know Babs! Who knew!! So she was a fun challenge.

I like this exchange a lot because it was my opportunity to think about how and why Jason and Babs would be friends. I'm a really big fan of that for them - in my mind, Babs is similar to Tim in that she's more willing to bend some of Batman's rules. She's willing to work with people on the Big Picture, and that includes Jason even when he's not "playing nice". I think they both have that acerbic wit to fall back on, which would make their dish sessions absolutely SAVAGE lmao

This whole fic was an accident in a lot of ways, but more so than anything else, my secondary treatise on Jason & Barbara's friendship was the biggest accident of all! I had no idea we'd get here, and while it's not very long, I think this scene is kind of a microcosm of that exploration.

(Also one of my absolute favorite dialogue/narrative jokes is a direct contradiction from the narration of something a character just says. "No." Yes. Comedy gold.)

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

OH MAN OKAY there are so many talented folks out there dsalfjaj some fics that I love I would never WANT to write a sequel/prequel for if only because they already said what needed to be said lol and I always feel strange about piggybacking off of another author's ideas fjdslajf

but oh boy, this one fic I came across a couple weeks ago - Caves & Tunnels by Skalidra.

This fic is so delightful to me; just the rich magical world they imply with Jason and the tunnels under Gotham and Alfred and Bruce and the manor...there's a lot of unexplained supernatural elements, and it's never really touched on whether Bruce performs a similar role to Batman or not. Also Tim and Jason haven't kissed by the end of the story and I'm a romantic who yearns

So I think if I were to write something in this verse, it would be a sequel, and it would explore the beginning of Tim and Jason's relationship alongside Tim's first forays into the world of knowing about the supernatural. Skalidra gets away with a lot of scant explanations due to the nature of ending this fic right at the revelation point, haha - so it would be a lot of work! But it would be So Good OwO

Thanks for the questions! <33

[priyankaraa]

Daddy||T.H

Pairing: Dom!Tom Holland × Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut(18+), Teasing, Thigh Riding, Orgasm Denial, Oral(Female receiving), Use of Sex Toy, Bondage, Unprotected sex.

Summary: After Tom sees the edit of him with the song Daddy by Blueface he wants Y/N to call him daddy. She says no so he tries to convince her with sex. He gets dominant.

A/N:This might get a little kinky and dominating. I've looked through my drafts and realised that I have a lot of smut. This is probably the dirtiest and most detailed smutt that I have ever written. It took me two days, so I hope you'll enjoy and thanks for the follows and likes.🖤

You and Tom had been dating for about two years now. So far everything has been good. You'll have had your ups and downs, there were even times when you thought it was over for good but you'll kept going back. You'll were at a point where you'll needed each other to love and not just for great sex, that was a bonus too. The both of you were still too young to get hitched but you'll were in a serious relationship.

The sex hadn't been coming recently. You both have been preoccupied, Tom had filming and you had finals. You were determined to get your degree in Marine Biology no matter what. You were a go getter. Nothing brought you down in life. The week ended quicker than expected and you found yourself lounging in Tom's flat scrolling through your Instagram. Tom was out shopping so you were alone with Tessa, being bored as fuck. You were never really a fan of Instagram although your are a pro at using it compared to Tom.

You heard the door open and close and Tom trodded inside carrying a few packets. You didn't go with him because you hated shopping, unless its clothes shopping and then too, you always ended up buying the whole shop. You had a little problem.

"Hey babe." He pressed a quick innocent kiss to your check before he started to unpack the groceries. One thing that you loved about Tom was that he was a gentleman. He never pressurised you into sex or anything of that sort. He understood your beliefs. You weren't a virgin. You have had sex before with Tom but that was when the two of you got really drunk and had no idea what you'll were doing. You still remembered how many times he apologised. Ever since that day you haven't drank alot. You do have a really low tolerance on alcohol.

You continued to scroll through your Instagram, following a few of Tom's fan accounts before exiting and walking over to the kitchen. You sat yourself down on one of the barstools and watched as Tom gracefully moved around the kitchen putting the groceries in their respectful places.

"I got of the phone with my mum earlier. She said that the family wants to come over for lunch tomorrow." You adored how much Tom got along with your family, all except your dad. Your father didn't like Tom. He always claimed that he had other intentions with his little girl. You loved Tom alot and he loved you too. Your father was just being over protective.

"I don't mind." You heard your phone vibrate and picked it up thinking it was your mum but instead it was a notification from Instagram. You opened the app and watched the video on your phone. It was an edit of Tom and the song, Daddy by Blueface created an even sexier effect. The video alone was enough to get your panties wet. You squeezed your thighs together hoping that your beloved boyfriend hadn't noticed your flustered state.

"What ya watching, love?"

"It's an edit of you." You passed him your phone and he watched it. You saw the way he tensed and gulped when he heard the song. You knew that something was going on in that head of his. He handed you back your phone and you placed it on the counter.

"Can you call me daddy?" Tom's question made you burst out laughing. "Wait, are you serious?" You asked him as he actually looked serious. He nodded in response. Of all the dumb things that Tom has done, this took the cake and you once saw him put a shirt on while doing a handstand.

"Sorry honey but that's not going to happen." You slid of the bar chair and planted your feet firmly on the floor. You turned and walked into your shared bedroom. You knew that Tom wouldn't give up so easily and he followed you into the room.

He pulled you towards him and your back hit the door. He boxed you in by placing his hands on either side of your head against the door. You scanned his body and noticed his hard on poking through his sweats. You pulled your bottom lip into the grasp of your teeth and looked thin straight in his eyes. They were dark and filled with lust.

"Call me daddy!" His voice was low, a growl emitted from the back of his throat. His deep voice laced with lust and want made your knees go weak.

"No." You said just as seductively, challenging him by looking him straight in the eyes. You watched as his pupils twinkled in the light, you thought that was humanely impossible yet here it is happening. Unbelievable, I know.

"Then, I'll give you a reason to." He smashed his lips on yours knocking the air out of your lungs. His hand gripped your hip pulling your body flush with his as your hands looped around his neck.

His tongue was already inside of your mouth, in swift motions exploring every inch. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth biting down a little, making you moan out his name.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'll be calling me daddy." His hands roamed down the side of your body tracing over your curves. He squeezed the underside of your thighs making your wrap your legs around his waiste. He gave your firm butt a tight squeeze before walking over the bed and placing you on it.

He hovered over you, taking a moment to admire how pink and swollen your lips had become. Ever since he met you, all he wanted to do was see those plump lips of yours wrapped around his dick. He wanted you on your knees with your thighs spread a little, sucking his cock while playing with yourself. He was going to make you do all the things he has imagined and make sure that you call him daddy.

He pulled off his shirt, smashing his lips back on yours not giving you a chance to look at his toned body. Your hands roamed over his back tracing every muscle as it was becoming part of your memory. You ran your hands down his back and played with the edge of his sweats, eager for him to remove it.

"Eager, are we?" He said as he stood up. "I wanna see you strip yourself." You smirked as you stood up and Tom took a seat on the bed. You removed you leggings and gave Tom a great view of your long, sexy legs. You tugged on your shirt pulling it over your head. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra. Tom's eyes watched your full breast bounce as you released them from the bra. Last but not least, you turned around and shimmied your lace thong down your legs, giving Tom the perfect view of your ass.

You picked it up and tossed it to Tom who held it to his nose and took a big sniff of your arousal on it. He moaned as the sweet scent of your wetness filled his nose. You sat down on his thigh and slowly rocked your hips back and forth on his clothed thigh.

Tom took this as an opportunity to attack your neck, nipping and sucking on the skin, leaving love bites everywhere.

"I love watching you get yourself off on my thigh." He groaned against your neck. He sucked on the delicate skin where your neck and jaw meet. He knew that was your sweet spot and the affect that had on you.

"Fuck Tommy. Your lips feel so good there." You breathed out as you continued to ride his thigh. You felt your high approaching and so did Tom. Right before you could cum he flipped you over so that he was hovering over you.

"What the fuck---" He cut you off by smashing his lips to yours. His hands trailed down your body as his lips left yours trailing open mouth kisses down your body. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, pulling it between his teeth. You arched your back pushing your body into him, felling him smirk against your boob. The things he did to you. He had no idea how crazy he made you.

He left a trail of open mouth kisses down your stomach and licked a strip just below your belly button. He leaned back on the balls of his feet admiring your hot and flustered body sprawled out against the covers. He pulled of his sweats leaving him in his skin tight boxers.

"So sexy." He growled before he smashed his lips on yours. He placed a sweet kiss on your ankle and kissed up your thighs never breaking eye contact. He came face to face with your throbbing heat, he licked his lips before devouring you. He placed a hasty kiss on your core before attaching his lips on your clit.

He lapped up your juices and enjoyed the noise of your moans combined with the sloshing juices. He hummed against your core sending vibrations throughout your body. He pushed in two fingers and pumped you and he sucked your swollen bud.

"Tommy...ah fuck...m' gonna cum." You moaned as the familiar knot in your tummy was coming. Once again he pulled away before your orgasm could hit. Now you were pissed off. This was the second time he denied your orgasm.

"What are you doing?" He walked over to the drawer on the bedside and pulled out your dark blue toy. Your cheeks flushed a dark red. You had totally forgot about that. He seductively walked over to you and turned on the toy. The sound of it vibrating made you moan.

"M' gonna punish you, baby girl. Gonna make you call me daddy while I pound into you." You watched as he pulled out a belt from his drawer and he hovered over you, kissing you. He grabbed your wrists and tied them to the head board with the belt. "No touching, Y/L/N."

He spread your legs and pressed the vibrator to your swollen bud. Your eyes rolled back as you tried to move your legs, needing to feel it more. He pressed his knees to keep your legs spread. You whimpered under him, tears pricking your eyes from the immense pleasure. You were about to cum when he pulled the vibrator away. You were fed up with his teasing. You were about to protest when he plowed into you, causing your words to get stuck in the back of your throat.

His long thick cock was buried balls deep in your folds. He pulled his dick out watching your pussy clench around sweet nothing, before he plowed back into you. Your breathing fell into a steady pattern as with his thrusts. His lips attached themselves to your neck, leaving beautiful purple marks.

"So fucking wet for me, princess. M' loving how tight you are." He snapped his hips faster and faster as the pressure between your legs grew. His cock was compressed between your warm, velvet walls. "Please. Can I touch you?" You begged him, desperate to run your fingers through his hair.

He stopped his thrusts watching you scream underneath him. "Call me daddy!" He growled. "No!" You said and he started pounding into you again. The way your boobs bounced sent him into a trance.

His hands trailed down to your clit, rubbing gentle circles in your clit. "Feels so good, Tommy." Finally, your vision got blurry as you felt a familiar feeling wash over. You came all over his dick, the warm liquid leaking down his cock and some dribbled onto his thigh. The sight made Tom drool and soon he came after, filling you up with his hot strings of come. He collapsed on top of you, your sweaty bodies sticking together.

He slowly pulled out, the combined fluids flowing out, as he laid down beside you catching his breath. You turned over and brushed back the hair that stuck to his forehead, after you wrists struggled free from his belt. He shot you a boyish grin.

"So will you call me daddy now?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Mmm. No." You rain into the bathroom and locked the door. Tom just sat on the bed chuckling.

[neoculturetechxgot7]

Gardenia on the crown - J.J.H

4; dreams of sunshine eyes

pairing: Jung Jaehyun × Reader

genre: angst and the shy touches of fluff

length: around 2,5k words

warnings: mild swearing

// masterlist //

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Starry flames flicker on the hundreds of candles saturating the ballroom with golden hues, reflecting on expensive pearls and tangling through lace trim and floral paterns. Nobility swirls around the soft notes of violin and piano, men in tailored suits kindly asking for the pale hand of shy princesses, inviting them to a dance that will stain the night with their scent.

You’re standing in middle of it all, fitted flawlessly in the embrace of a young prince's arms and slowly losing your sanity to the sight of his stunning features, iridescent shadows from the crystal chandeliers casting a sparkling galaxy on his skin. His eyes, those that captured your thoughts from the very moment their Egyptian caramel shade dipped into your soul, still have you mesmerized and utterly lost in their enigmatic depths.

He spins you around so gently, cremé gown blooming around your ankles in the heated rhythm and a moment later, you feel his fingertips sear a temptingly slow path around your waist when you step forward.

"You haven't told me your name yet..." A breathless whisper falls from your lips, accompanied by the over-accelerated pound of your heart. The charming stranger who managed to gather all of your attention to the excellence of his dance and the alluring electricity beaming from his entire presence is still hiding behind anonymity. The ache to discover something as simple as his name is swallowing you alive.

"My name is Jung Jaehyun, my lady...”

You wake up suffocated in the cradle of cloud coloured sheets, nightgown clinging low on your decolté and a rushed pulse racing through your veins. Midday sun refracts from the window, brushing peachy shimmer on your skin and a sweet heat around the endless void of the room.

Yet, somehow, your body feels absolutely numb. That night... Your brain is playing the filthiest game by reminding you of it.

Your glance swivels around the intricately decorated wooden furniture in protest to your mind trying to shove more images of that dying dream before your eyes. Sweaty fingers reach up to rub them a little too harsh, leaving you with a shadowed vision of a vortex of colours and a low sigh dips past your lips.

If you only knew that magical night would be your very first meeting with the devil personified, you would've locked yourself in the cozy escape of the underground library, or your room or maybe the kitchens...Hell, even the moldy, freezing dungeons your father caged criminals in would seem like a better option than being in that ballroom, at that time, with him...

Two sharp knocks on the door slice through your self-pity thoughts just as you're about to hop off of the comforting warmth of the bed, naked feet hitting hardwood floor.

"Come in!“ You shout, hands instinctively tugging on the white silk of your tiny sleeping dress to conceal the exposed expanse of your chest.

But the relieving sight of your maid has your limbs going slack as she walks in, a smile on her face that makes some type of jubilation sizzle under your skin.

"My Lady, you're finally awake!" The girl chirps with the lightness of her kind heart and then quickly trods towards your still seated form. "Will you be attending the morning assembly in the dinner hall or would you prefer breakfast in bed?"

At her mention of any kind of...well...social interaction with the arrogant existence of the royals, your body goes limp and fluffy pillows hug your backside as you fall back. The sole idea of seeing Jaehyun again exhausts you. It's barely been a day since you first arrived and his face is plastered everywhere. Even your damn dreams...

The maid presses her lips in an empathetic line before sparing you the most understanding of all glances. Oh, she knows better than anyone how you'd hate to see that man after having spent the entirety of last night listening to a nice, long monologue of unspeakable and profane adjectives to describe your soon-to-be husband.

Sometimes you wonder what level of patience one must hold to be able to withstand your -borderlone hysterical- hate speeches.

"I'll inform his wonderful grace of your absence, my Lady." With that sarcasm dipped remark, the girl pivots on her heels and strides towards the door, blush skirt flowing behind her. "And bring you some breakfast."

"Thank you."

♤

You finish the very rich meal within minutes -the cooks around this place are priceless, a blessing for your tastebuds- and after a little bit of sinking in a puddle of self loath and cursing your failure of a fate, you decide to distract your mind by simply getting lost in the magic of a book. Literature is a hidden paradise for you, poetry, a little heaven.

Back home, you'd always have a book resting by the wooden extend of your nightstand, every night fading between yellowed pages and inked words that took you on a trip to fantasia. Maybe reading something can help now too...right?

No.

Because you're running a dainty finger over the red and black book spines lining every shelf of the grand bookcase only to skim the leather binding of old catalogues and dictionaries. Your eyes frantically scan each and every title in search of the slightest trace of good, classic literature, those pieces that leave you gasping after the very last sentence, but to no avail. Annoyed at the obvious lack of quality writings, you pull one of the many useless books out, trying to check if the one behind it, on the inner lining, is any different.

An hour later there's a sea of stacked books expanding on the floor of your bedroom, over the oak bureau by the window and some even sprawled across your unmade bed, yet nothing seems close to your taste. You found a couple of fairytales, the ones mothers escort their kids with to the sweetness of sleep. Even dug out a little notebook full of scraped poetry, written in midnight ink and infinite pages of dreamy calligraphy. But it didn't really pick at your interest either, so it now lays untouched on your nightstand, keeping company to ruby necklaces and a porcelain vase filled with roses.

Your knees bend over the plush mattress as you take a good seat in the boredom that has already started to define this day. With nothing else to do but stay in your room and stare at the elegant carvings on the walls, your pinky is twitching; sign of the bottled up energy that's currently restricted due to your absolute refusal of meeting eyes with the royals.

If only you weren't this stubborn and lowered that ego, maybe today wouldn't completely go to waste...

Then, something tickles at the back of your head; an idea?

A library. They must have one here, right?

Maybe visiting the palace library will be a convenient option. You can still spent time alone, buried in the wrinkled edges of lettered paper, while also keeping that well needed distance from Jaehyun and his awful family.

But then again, you don't even know how to get there and the so unpleasant possibility of bumping into too familiar faces has your skin coated in a drizzle of coldness.

Even so, your feet subconsciously plant onto polished floor and lead you to the door, expensive golden silk with embroidered morning stars blossoming around your ankles. It takes you no time to step delicately into those pointed heels that clank an air of intimidation with every step, as you -for the umpteenth time- curse every forsaken force in this damned universe for binding you with such a fate.

Having to sneak out of your own royal chamber like a common fugitive simply to enjoy the smallest comfort of reading a book. Pathetic, to say the least.

♤

You find yourself striding down the seemingly endless stretch of a hallway, peach tinted light bouncing of off smooth stone that arches into a high ceiling. Large, curved openings formed the one side and thick marble columns separate them.

It took a lot of wandering around wide halls and visiting two of the many towers of this palace for you to reach this point, the faintest wave of spring heat kissing your neck and cheeks as a reward. Surprisingly enough, you were met with no person you knew, only kindy greeted by maids dressed in creamy beige, a humble smile on their faces. Once, you actually happened to spot -what you thought would be- one of the ladies of the court and her small escort following shortly behind, heavy gowns of cotton and purple satin flowing with her every delicate step. She bore an almost blank expression, lips pressed together in a manner that made you wonder if she disliked this place as much as you did.

Taking a peak outside the enormous windows, you realise you're walking the perimeter of a circular yard, the expanse of its area covered in emerald, neatly cut lawn. A whole lot of people are gathered, small kids playing around with leather balls, servants scurrying to get some random task done and a big group of men standing on the very middle, some carrying weapons of all sorts.

With feet inching closer to the stone edge, your stare rakes their sun bathed faces and thankfully you recognize none. They are all of noble ascent, from what you can tell at that distance, golden threaded crests decorating the corners of their uniforms.

While your eyes fight to grab onto the stitched details, they happen to -so tragically- fall straight onto another pair of breathtaking brown orbs and within a fracture of a heartbeat you're pulling back and hiding behind the column.

Fuck.

Momentarily, the edges of your vision blacken as you suck in hungry inhales, a nice bunch of profanities roaring in your head to mix with the thumping in your ears.

You just can't avoid him, can you?

Shaking your head to get rid of the slight panic possessing it, you slowly slide to the side again, solely to catch another glimpse of Jaehyun. He’s surrounded by a small crowd of men, holding a steady grip on a steel forged sword that's so well polished it seems almost like platinum.

What a sight.

His glove clad fingers tighten as he ducks to an attack stance, raising the light reflective metal in the air as if it's the lightest feather. You notice the absolute perfection in his technique, balanced from the very handle all the way to the sharp tip and can't help but admire how, the next second, it comes down to slice morning breeze and barely scratch Jaehyun's opponent. He's incredibly skilled, every move laced with such precision, and you notice the subtle flames his eyes emit when seizing each chance.

The other is quick to deflect any incoming hits, but still overwhelmed by their lighting speed and strength that eventually goes in for an attack himself. He bringing his own blade up and aims for the prince's chest, leaving you watching with complete devotion to the scene, as he takes a hasty step forward.

Something inside your chest clenches in such an unexplainable manner and time itself dramatically unfolds, each second slower than the previous.

But then, Jaehyun ends the match with a swift and simple dodge to the side, sword simultaneously flying to crash against the side of his opponent's armor with a loud, echoing bang.

He should’ve watched the ribs. Always watch the ribs, you think while gazing the loser gasp in slight pain.

The nobles all around the young prince cheer -much like you do on the inside without realising-, yelling out praises along with a well-deserved applause as he drops his heavy weapon, that sunshine blessed smile making another appearance. His cheekbones literally shimmer with the milky glow of victory, all of that aristocracy putting even the highest of angels to shame. He stands proud and tall, fingers carelessly ruffling auburn strands of auburn hair, their tips dripping sweat but still giving him the look of effortless beauty.

You're about to retreat back to the shadows and run away before your body gets completely enchanted by the spell of his irresistible attractiveness...but that ice in the pit of his gaze cuts straight through your unprotected soul once his head turns.

You're suddenly frozen in place, prematurely surrendered to the way his eyebrows furrow and your expectation is yet another cocky grin and probably another stupid comment meant to irritate you the moment you face him. If it weren't for the starstruck expression plastered on your face, mouth slightly agape, maybe it wouldn't have been this bad but no, that's not the case today.

It's pretty damn obvious you've been watching, pretty damn obvious you've been lurking like a creep and gawking over the impressive ability of fighting he has conquered.

And he's well aware of that fact because those pearly, white teeth get covered by a way too smug and way too annoying smirk, it's curvy edge cutting through your dignity harder than any knife ever could. You note the way his chest heaves from the lightness of a chuckle.

Oh the embarrassment, oh the pain of your intimidating facade being all wrecked down in a split second.

If only never seeing him again was an option...lf only you could stay away from his stupid beauty and bluntly cold demeanor...

"Greetings, my Lady." A honeyed voice suddenly disrupts your desperation, causing your reflexes to stick your back falt against the smooth stone in horror.

Yet when your gaze snaps to the source of those words, you find a curious and somewhat charming a pair of sunshine filled eyes trained on your form. A toothy grin, white and beaming with luxury, is spread across the young man's face, a perfect contrast to his autumn skin.

Taking in a short breath of relief, your royal instincts kick in and you bow respectively at the gentleman, while he moves forward, hands folded behind his back in a kind manner. "Good morning my Lord."

"I'm afraid I do not recognise your face, darling. Are you new around here, perhaps?" He asks and it seems as if heaven lost one of its angels; his whole being radiating a unique kind of divinity as he stands so confidently.

"Oh yes." Your knees bend once more as you quickly introduce yourself, trying to sound as formal as possible, getting over the previous scare. "My name is (Y/N) of the (Y/L/N) dynasty and I'm present here as the rightful betrothed of prince Jaehyun."

His eyelids momentarily shot open after hearing your title, almost in shock, and that smile flashes impossibly brighter before he bends in respect. You feel warm fingers snake behind your own and with an airy pull he places a fragile peck on the back of your palm, as soft as freshly picked petals, to make you shudder.

"I'm so delighted to finally meet your grace. I am prince Heachan, cousin of your beloved."

You internally cringe at that last comment...As if Jaehyun and his wholesome stupidity could ever be loved...

"Nice to meet you too, prince Heachan." Your reply comes with a slight tilt of your head, pleasantly surprised at how well behaved and gentle he looks and acts, despite being a member of that horrible family.

Heachan takes a short look around, as if searching for something, and then aims his friendly glare back at you, this time baring a questioning expression. "And you're here without your escort?"

Your shoulders quickly stiffen, realising you have to explain yourself for carelessly wandering around the palace without a single maid accompanying you, something highly unusual for someone of your importance.

He notices that and chuckles and your heart softens at the way the apples of his cheeks shine with such a dull pink.

"Well, I'm looking for the library and..." Your eyes trail a regretful path down the hem of your dress, feeling a little embarrassed at the words you're about to speak. "I think i got lost..."

The boy laughs again, this time a little louder and more genuinely, one hand propping on his waist, sinking into the bejeweled red velvet of his shirt while the other makes an airy gesture. "This definitely isn't the library, or anywhere close to it, dear."

He extends an inviting palm, eyes glimmering with traces of a blazing summer and the tint of pure gold as he continues. "But I can take you there, if you please."

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