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Han Jisung x reader (Y/N)

'You know that Jennie alreaddy found her soulmate?'

'How is that possible?!'

'I don't know.'

'I am looking for mine, for the past year. The past YEAR!'

'You will find your soulmate, i promise. Just take a chill pill.'

'You are easy talking Ashly. You alreaddy found yours.'

'Hey, i just got lucky.'

'Lucky bastard.'

'Cmon have some hope.'

'Yeah, like i still have that.'

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You were sitting in the back row. Your books placed in a very particular way. Your professor was sitting at his desk, sipping from his coffee.

Actually he was sipping way to loudly, it annoyed you. You saw other students started to come inside.

Suddenly you saw somebody. You never saw him here before. Maybe a new student? Could be? He turned his head around and immediatly saw you.

Your eyes connected like magnets, you couldn't let go off his eyes. He stared into your soul, you kinda liked it.

He came up to the back room and sat next to you.

Your body shivered, and your two body's wanted to touch eachother. There was like a sort of power field which tried to connect you two. The weird tense between you two started to grow. Your hand tried to reach out for his, but you controlled it.

'I am Y/N.' you suddenly said. 'And you are?'

In your mind, a little voice said: Han.

'I am Han, Han Jisung.'

That was problaby a lucky guess of yours.

'Cool name.' you smiled.

'Are you new here?'

'Yes, i am.'

'You know people here?'

'No, not really.'

'You can stick with me, like a magnet. If you want to ofcourse...'

'Sure, thank you Y/N.' you both smiled at eachother.

When the less started, you couldn't keep your hands away from him. One moment, you felt his hand next to yours. One time he suddenly grabbed your hand.

After 30 minutes he realised he was holding your hand.

'I am sorry.' he whispered.

'Its okay.' you winked.

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You two became close friends, because there was this weird tense between you two. It was easier to connect because of it. You both also had a sense of humor. A match-made in heaven you can say.

In the past week, weird situations happend. Let me explain...

It was very strange, when you felt pain, he also did. You felt joy, he was happy. You were secretly crying in your dorm, his eyes were red. It was very very strange, but you never thought something about it, untill now...

Today you were chilling with Lee Know and Changbin. Just watching a movie, eating some popcorn. Very unhealthy, but what does it matter?

'I don't get it, why are people in horror movies always so stupid.' Lee Know complained.

'Appartently, they like to die.'

'I would fight them, but nobody would harm me, mister cutie pie.'

you and Lee Know rolled your eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'I will open.'

'Okay.' Changbin said with a moutfull of popcorn.

You went to the door and opened it. By your susprise, you saw Han standing there. In a green sweater. h

'Oh hey Han. Watcha doing?'

'I am bored, can i stay with you?'

'Yeah sure, but you problaby mean me, Changbin and Lee Know.'

'They are here?"

'Yeah we watching a scary movie!'

'Cool!' he jumped in excitement.

You laughed, because it was kinda... cute...

You were sitting on the couch, covered by a blanket. Lee Know was getting more snacks because Changbin ate them all. You saw Han sitting on the cold floor.

'You can sit with me.'

'Hey psst, Han!'

'Yeah, sorry what did you say?'

'You can sit next to me. Under the warm blanket!'

'You don't need to- you know nevermind.' he jumped into the couch under the blankets.

'This blanket is so soft!' he says stunned.

'I have two of them!'

'Really?! Gimme it!'

'Here catch!' you threw it in his face, kind of.

'Thank you.'

All four of you were watching the scary movie. As always Lee Know complained about the tiny little stuff. Changbin stared with big eyes. You and Han were very close to eachother. Just staring open-mouthed towards the screen.

Suddenly you both got a jumpscare of the sudden scene. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You stayed in that position for about 20 minutes. The warmth of his body made you calm. You observed his facial features. His eyes were so beautifull and his lips so full. You wondered how they felt... were they soft?

Were his hands soft? On your body.... you gasped of the thoughts. Slapping your face.

'What is wrong?'

'Nothing, nothing. I am just *yawn* so tired. I am going to mine bed, y'all can watch the movie further.'

'Oww... you sure?'

'I am sure. Goodnight you three.'

You never had such dirty thoughts...

You layed down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Not even 5 minutes had passed and you wanted to go back... back to Han... Hannie.

You looked at your door, wanting to go back into his arms. You missed his warmth.

You stood up and walked over towards your door. You opened it and bumped into someone. You looked up and saw two beautifull brown eyes staring at you.

'Han, what are you doing here?' you asked. Your hands placed on his chest.

'Your eyes are beautifull.'

'What?'

'Nothing.. Can i come in?'

'Sure sure.' you smiled

'Wow your bed is big!'

'Yeah.'

He ran and jumped into it.

'So soft.'

you giggled.

'Come lay next to me.'

you ran and jumped into the blankets.

You layed on the bed and looked towards the ceiling. You could feel Han's movements next to you. Suddenly he placed his head in his hand and looked at you. You noticed his eyes on your body.

'What are you looking at?'

He came closer to you . You felt his breath against your cheek.

You observed his lips. Looking from his eyes towards his lips. Maybe he will understand the hint. Your hands wandering on his chest.

His face was maybe a inch away from yours. His hands on your waist.

You cupped his face and brought your two lips together. Melting away from the taste of his tongue. The kiss was firm and soft, but it started to get more sloppy and wild. You wanted him here, right now. Not wanting to waste any time.

'Gosh Y/N, i cannot stop touching you.' he said.

His hands cupping your cheek. Looking through your eyes like its nothing. The connection between you two was so strong, you couldn't understand.

He connected his lips with your again, this time a bit roughly but still soft. His hands on your waist and your hands embracing his neck. Your tongues swirling together. Your hands wandering under his shirt to feel his muscels.

You heard his whimpers when your touched his tummy. It felt weird to have so much power. His hands interwined with yours and he pinned you against the matress. His tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. He founded your little moans adorable.

With one of his hands he pinned both of your arms on the matress, but the other one started to reach under. His hand found a way in your panties. Your fold were alreaddy wet of his touch and feeling.

'Oh baby, baby alreaddy so wet for me.' his finger slipping in your folds. You could feel his bulge grinding against your pussy.

'Oh Hannie.' you moaned into his mouth. Gripping into his arms. Suddenly he started to play with your clit much faster than you exspected. Your back arched and moans escaped from your mouth.

'I-i am ab-bout to-.' suddenly he stopped.

'I want you to cum all over mine cock baby.' your hands reached over to his belt, undoing it as fast as possible and pulling his pants and underpants down. His cock was big, but like big big. He threw his shirt to the ground. Your eyes were fixated towards his tiny waist.

He took his hard lenght towards you entrance. Sliding into you with a groan. His hands pining yours again on the matress. You let out a moan because of the stretch.

'S-so tight baby.' he groaned. He started to pump into you slowly. Never breaking eye contact. He loved your bright red cheeks. You looked so adorable under him. Overwhelming with pleasure. Your brain couldn't think straight anymore.

He pace started to get a bit faster. His kisses were this time sloppy but still you enjoyed it. His wet hair strands were tickling your face. He started to pump faster and faster into you. Your hands went into his hair.

'Oh, hannie, i-i can'-t.' your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your tongue sticking out of your mouth like a puppy. One of his hands went to cup your cheek, while he pumped into you.

'D-darling, y-you are doing so great.' his attention only focusing on you. His eyes were so beautifull. His sweatty body on yours. You let your arm hang and started to rub against your own clit. The feeling was so overwhelming that you cummed without any warning.

He stayed pumping into you untill he came with a big groan.

He gave you a sloppy kiss again. His hands embracing your body. You could feel his warmth, you could smell his perfume. After he cleaned you up and himself.

You hugged into the crook of his neck, you both decided to stay naked. To feel eachothers body completly.

'I love you baby, so much.' he whispered.

'I love you more.' you kissed his cheek. Your legs wrapping around his waist. Both willing to stay like this forever.

Forever, together.

Nothing would seperate you two.

Cupido would take care of that.

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Austin!Elvis x reader - Elvis convinces the reader’s mom to let her stay at Graceland for the whole summer. You can do whatever you want from there.

queen of graceland

summary: your parents don't like elvis one bit. you do like elvis quite a bit. somehow you get your parents to allow you to stay with your boyfriend all summer. the two of you have a plan to make your stay permanent. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 50's ) x female reader word count: 5007 ( do i have an explanation? no, no i don't. but welcome to why my requests take a hot minute i guess? ) warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). oral ( f receiving ). breeding kink. mutual weirdly wholesome entrapment. everyone is of age. going against parents' wishes. controlling parents. pregnancy. gladys' death is mentioned at the very end. mentions of elvis's close relationship with his mother. author’s note: first off anon! thank you for this request and saints preserve me i am truly sorry it took so long to get to it and it turned into- well this. so i got this before i did kinktober and blah blah we all know life is hectic around the holidays but once i realized this clearly is happening with an of age reader and all that jazz i had to pick an elvis and while i believe it can be agreed that this prompt lends itself well to a sort of dark ( or innocent tbh ) 70s elvis thing- my brain settled on this interesting 50s elvis mutual entrapment breeding kink thing that was originally a little darker but still has those morally grey tinges. i hope you enjoy anon, i did actually really like this prompt from the moment i got it. special thanks to @blurredcolour for being my 50s elvis woman always and my partners in breeding mrs. presley crime, y'all know who you are. and if you all so desire you can imagine elvis in this. but i did try and stay closer to the movie than i have lately on some of my specifically austin elvis requests as of late.

Your mama hates Elvis, it's a fact you've known since the moment she laid eyes on him when you brought him home. First it was that he wasn't good enough for her daughter, too poor, too stupid and too destined to be in the poor parts of Memphis until he dies. Then it was that he was too vulgar and too free wheeling and he was just gonna hurt you, besides what would he see in the girl he left behind at home. All the things she whispers in your ears aren't true because you know as well as anyone the Elvis is practically obsessed with you to the point of madness. It flatters you and delights you enough to make you want to keep him until the end of both your lives. It makes you want to claim him and keep him as your own, to be at home while he travels the states or to accompany him, whatever he wants and whatever brings you the most pleasure in your life.

These wants are how you found yourself practically begging your mother for permission to spend the summer at Graceland after Elvis has already plead his case. You're nineteen and an adult but you still live under your mama and your daddy's roof so their rules are law. And their main rule is one date every two weeks with you and your boyfriend. The concept of you spending an entire set of months with him is not one they're willing to easily agree to but you promise that no funny business is going to go on and besides, his own mama would rather die than have him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that she's been pressuring him to put a ring on your finger since she realized that you were fine with how close they were, found it endearing and hoped, God willing that your own son and you would have the same sort of relationship. Granted, you were aware that it was unhealthy and all but- Elvis wasn't ever going to unwind himself from his mama so you dealt with it, you could deal with it and charm her to where she needed to be charmed.

Elvis doesn't waste a minute as soon as he sees you walking up the steps of Graceland, carrying two bags full of clothes you planned on wearing while you were there. He takes them from you despite your valiant protests and sets them down by the door the moment he shuts the front door.

"Can't believe you got her to agree to it." Elvis grins, practically bouncing on his heels. He looks like a kid in a candy store, like you've given him the best present you could have for his birthday, his Christmas, his everything. "Getcha all to myself all summer."

You move closer to him moving your hands to his hips and pulling him in for a kiss that's supposed to be chaste but- you've missed him too much to try, instead allowing your tongue to meet his and your teeth to pull at his lip earning a low moan from him as you pull away. "If you do your job right, it'll be longer than the summer, Elvis. I'll be here every summer. Every winter." You move one of his hands to your stomach. "I'll be here every second you want me and them to be."

His eyes widen just a hair before he rubs at your stomach, picturing you full of him, your stomach swelling with a baby or two he's put there. Picturing you going home to your parents only to be sent back because his child or children are growing inside you. The only thing that keeps him from pulling you inside and fucking you against the nearest surface is the knowledge that his mother and Mary and Grandma Dodger are in the kitchen but he moves closer to you anyway, pulling you inside as he nips at your ear. "That you askin' for a baby, Satnin? Askin' for me to fill ya up before ya go back to your parents? Make them see ya belong wit' me?"

You feel your arousal pool in your undergarments as you clench around air, wishing he was having sex with you already. Wishing you could feel his cock filling you up in just the way you needed. A noise of pure desire- a mix of a coo and a whine- leaves your mouth as you push him against the wall by the door. "That's me beggin' for one, El." Your own accent thickens, brought on only by the desire coursing through you at proving that you belong by Elvis's side.

Elvis looks like he's about to say something, or like he's about to lift you up against the wall- everyone be damned before he hears his mother shouting his name and he growls against your neck, allowing himself to at the very least shove his knee in between your thighs. Gladys comes around the corner, grinning and looking pleased as punch to see you even as you take just a second to grind on her sons' thigh as you smile over his shoulder at her.

"Y/N!" She shouts, starting to walk to toward the pair of you, causing Elvis to move his thigh from between your legs and turn to face his mama. "Bewbie, you were supposed to tell me when she got here!"

Elvis has the decency to look chargined for a moment, burrowing his face into your shoulder like a little boy and mumbling. "Mama- she just got here and I missed her."

"And you think I haven't?" She frowns, lightly slapping his arm and pulling you away from him. If she notices anything about his lower half she doesn't say anything, instead focusing on pulling you in for a hug. "A whole summer with us, oh- I was thinkin' I was gonna have to talk to your mama myself to convince her." She pauses and looks at Elvis. "You'd have thought she thinks my bewbie's gonna ruin you."

Elvis looks over at you as his mother just squeezes you in her hug. His teeth are biting into his lower lip as he tries not to laugh, knowing fully well that had she not interrupted you that he would have been well on his way to ruining you by the front door. Your smile back at him is full of promise and can barely be called a smile, edging more to a smirk than anything else. The idea is for him to ruin you this summer, you are both entirely aware that your parents will never let you be with Elvis as long as they live unless something drastic changes. Unless they're forced to allow him to be with you and while you like to think there's a better option, from the way you and Elvis keep looking at each other you both have come to the same conclusion, there isn't. He's never going to be good enough in your parents' eyes for their baby even if he makes all the money in the world or if he settles down and stops making that rock and roll music. No, he's always going to be that boy they don't like, that boy who'll only ever bring ruin to their baby girl. Even if that's the furthest from what he is, from what he wants to be.

In a perfect world, he likes to think he'd have you after seeing you dressed up all in white, looking a vision from the bible, all virginal and ready for him to explore in ways no one ever had or ever would after him. You'd be underneath him, writhing and panting in the way you do when you both get a little hot and heavy in his Cadalliac but he'd have you bare and so open to him. So open to be able to receive his cum, so open and ready to give him children so that he could see you swollen with him. So that he could see a little blond boy or girl suckling at your chest with you all sweaty after having brought them into the world.

in a perfect world, he likes to think the two of you would have a gaggle of kids after you got married and that he'd take them on the road with him. Get himself a bus like BB where he can just have you and his kids as a little moving sanctuary or maybe just have them at home with you taking care of them. He knows you might wanna work outside the home but he also knows that can wait, he could provide for you both and for anyone else for now. In this world though, in the world you both live in he has to find a way to even have you for longer than a summer and drastic situations call for drastic measures. The pair of you are so busy looking at each other that neither one of you are really paying attention to Gladys when she pulls away and says something to the both of you only to shake her head at how little you're both paying attention.

"Ignoring me because you can't take your eyes off each other-" She sighs a little, clutching her chest at the image. "I'll leave you two be, Elvis go take her things up to her room, show her what we set up for her."

You raise an eyebrow as she leaves and within a minute you're up against Elvis, grabbing both of your bags for him to take from you. "My room." You pause and giggle softly. "You mean the room that's just going to have my clothes in it?"

Elvis has to shut his eyes for a moment as he shakes his head, exhaling softly. "Darlin'- if you're lucky your clothes are gonna be there. I plan on havin' ya everywhere in my damn house."

A gasp leaves your mouth as he takes the bags and starts to walk up the stairs. "Everywhere in the house, El- what about everyone else."

He's silent as you head up the stairs and doesn't bother to answer your question until you're both safely in your room. The bed is simple enough, large enough for you and Elvis to be on it together easily and the room is surprisingly simple in decoration. Gladys' influence, you figure. The bags hit the floor with a thump as suddenly you find yourself being walked back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you let out a huff of surprise before flopping on the bed. Elvis doesn't miss a beat as he crawls on top of you, his eyes heady with desire.

"Satnin, darlin' they ain't here all the time." He starts before kissing at your neck, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your blouse with surprising ease. "And if you want to leave here with my baby in you, we gotta make sure there's enough of me in there. Gotta make sure you're full of me. Gotta make sure it stays and catches, like they all say it does."

A shiver goes through you at his words, your hands moving to undo his belt and pants, some sort of primal need overcoming your desire to say anything else. He's right and you know this. You know that there's no guarantee you'd get pregnant on the first try, that practice makes perfect and it wouldn't hurt to have him fill you up with his- release as much as he can. Yet, hearing the words come out of Elvis's mouth, hearing how he's going to fill you up has your body on edge, has it craving what he's offering. You faintly hear a chuckle as you struggle with the button to his pants and feel his warm hands- always so large- over your own, assisting you before you triumphantly achieve your goal. Your hand slips into his underwear, finding its way to his cock easily, feeling his foreskin and how dry it is before you pull his cock out. Elvis grabs your hand and spits into it, knowing that sometimes you forget to spit, forget that while his precum helps, the beginning part, this part depends on a little extra liquid.

"Don't hold back, darlin'." He mutters, seeing your lower lip caught between your teeth. "Gonna make you mine, wanna hear how you love it. How you would have sounded if we could do this proper with a wedding an' everythin'."

If you're embarrassed at the whimper, it doesn't show, the arousal starting to seep out of you becoming unbearable as your chest heaves just a tad. Elvis watches your breasts still in your bra bounce that little bit as your chest heaves and tries to focus on anything but your hand wrapping around his cock as you move your hand up and down for a moment before starting to pull back his foreskin. He hisses the second your thumb brushes against his tip. His precum makes it glide easily but- it's too much, he wants to be in you, doesn't want to waste a single drop down your throat or your hand or anywhere. Somehow his hand makes it down to your skirt, pushing it down with an ease he'll explain away later as just dumb luck. He knows fully well it's come from the few times he's had someone on the tours but he loves you- has loved you from the moment you agreed to date him but he was lonely. Somehow your underwear comes with the skirt and you find yourself shivering at the cold air against your pussy. Elvis looks down, his fingers sliding between your folds, marveling at just how wet you are for him. A growl leaves him unbidden as he moves to shoo your hand away from his cock and lines himself up with your exposed pussy, allowing himself to put just the tip in, feeling you stretch around him. He knows he should wait, knows that you've stretched yourself as much as you can playing with yourself over the phone while he pumps his cock in empty hotel rooms, but it's nothing compared to his cock inside of you.

His eyes dart across your face, asking for permission to push in farther and you nod just barely, your eyes shutting as you feel the burn of his cock in you. It's a uncomfortable but you manage, breathing through your nose as he takes his time. You figure this has to be torture for him, after all you had felt how hard he was, saw how red the head of his cock looked but he's still being gentle. He's still putting your needs so far above his own. This is what your mama doesn't see- the man who treats you like a goddess when he's fucking you for the first time. You roll your hips up, earning a groan from him as he increases his speed, taking your actions to mean he can. Whimpers and small tiny moans escape your lips, providing a small symphony of noise around you both as Elvis's lips smack against yours and against your skin and as your skin meets over and over again as his hips rut against you. Your brain floats the more you feel him, the more you feel a coil deep inside of you tightening, feel yourself inching closer to the edge. Your hands move to his back, pulling him closer into you before you hear him curse, and feel his hips rut a few times in quick succession before feeling a warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows soon after, the moan that escapes your lips being swallowed by Elvis's kiss so as to not arouse suspicion of what you've done up here. Elvis stays on top of you, keeping his cock inside you even as he catches his breath and his hips still pump ever so slowly into you. Your ears faintly register a faint squelching noise as he does and you find that you can't look Elvis in the eyes, the noise somehow reminding you that this is an inherently filthy act. A moment passes of still hearing the noise before your vagina inadvertently clenches around him, earning a low growl and a biting kiss from Elvis.

It was like you were trying to suck him into you, trying to make sure no part of his cum or him would be free of you. You don't intend for it to be that way and yet it's how it goes, allowing you to hold him close as you both continue to catch your breath. The amount of time that passes isn't something either one of you pay attention to before Elvis starts to pull out, earning a whine from both of you as he does.

"Got me in a vice grip, Satnin. Gotta let me go, mama was cooking with everyone- gotta make sure we keep up our strength." He murmurs, kissing your cheeks, your lips and down your neck to your chest. "Gonna have fun tonight- play with those breasts of yours. Show ya how our baby is gonna eat from ya."

A low keen escapes your lips as you push him off of you, knowing that the way he's talking is going to have you pulling him back on top of you, ruining any hope you have of getting to stay the rest of the summer. Gladys may want you here but she doesn't know what her son and you have planned, how right she is about him ruining you. How with any luck, you'll be leaving with a baby in your belly that will round out your form and have your parents forcing him to marry you. A simple entrapment scheme- but one you and Elvis are privy to while either set of parents aren't.

It takes a moment before you and Elvis are put together and you hear Gladys calling for both of you as you're both smoothing out each other's hair, making sure it's just mussed and not completely giving away how fucked out you are. That it's not giving away how you feel his cum leaking out of you enough that you want to push it back in but know that it can wait. This time it doesn't need to take. Besides, if it did- why you think you'd be leaving with an already there bump, and that won't quite do. Elvis kisses you one more time, gently before grabbing your hand. "Come on darlin', gonna show ya how it's gonna be when you're here forever."

True to his word, Elvis does manage to fuck you in just about every place in the house, except for the few rooms that are off limits. Sure, the Colonel comes and has to have meetings and Elvis has to leave one week to record some music but otherwise, he's by your side unable to keep his hands off of you. Unable to keep himself from being in you the moment he can, there's even a moment while you're out on the porch with you in his lap and your skirt billowing around the two of you as he fucks you while watching the sunset. Your period doesn't come the last month you're there, and Elvis finds that any time he touches your breasts you hiss, swatting his hands away. He doesn't dare put into words what he's thinking, what you're both thinking until the hot sticky August day you have to leave. You're waiting for your father to come pick you up, sitting in the living room and Elvis finds his hand moving to your stomach, rubbing it, trying to feel out a bump he's praying he'll get to see soon.

"Ya think it took this time, darlin'? Think they're growing in there?" He murmurs giving you a soft kiss as he does. "It's out last shot, don't think ya parents are gonna let ya come back if they aren't."

One of your hands moves to cup Elvis's cheek while you place the other on top of his hand that's on your stomach. "I'm not gonna think about it that way, don't wanna talk 'bout it and then something happens. Have a little faith, El. You know I want this as much as you."

He nods exhaling shakily. "I-I know, just don't wanna think of a world where I don't get to keep ya. Where they keep ya away for good this time, ya- ya know I gotta do one of those tours soon and I wanna be able to take ya to see some places, baby."

Your lips quirk into a smile. "And you will. Faith, baby. Faith." A honk interrupts whatever you're planning on saying next and Elvis pulls away slowly, his hand reaching out to pull you up from the couch as he kisses you goodbye. "Make 'em send you back as soon as ya know, lil one. Please."

The only answer you give him is a nod as you rush out the door, carrying your bags and cooing a loud hello to your daddy.

Elvis- Elvis doesn't see you for another two months. Not intentionally on your part, mind you, but more due to the fact that your mother sees the signs and hopes and prays she's wrong. Prays that her fears won't be confirmed, that after she let herself be charmed by you and that stupid young man that he's ruined you. You've always stayed the same size, always been able to not need your skirts or your shirts changed since your waist and your chest settled into what they are. Yet, here you are, slowly filling out, your breasts pushing at the buttons of your blouses and your stomach starting to bloat. She thinks it's just your period only to realize it's not when you don't come to her as you would normally like clockwork. You're eating everything she puts in front of you and she swears on more than one occasion she hears you retching in the bathroom in the early evening hours.

It all comes to a head one afternoon with you on the couch, your hands settling on your stomach, highlighting a bump that's starting to form, that's beginning to be more pronounced by the day- that has her seeing red in her mind's eye. Her question is brusque and to the point.

"When was your last period?" She pauses. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."

In another time and place, one where you aren't secure in the knowledge that you're carrying Elvis's baby, you'd look away when you answer, too mortified to admit that Elvis got you pregnant because you wanted him to. In this time and this place, you press a little harder into your stomach, trying to protect your baby from your mother, lest she do something awful. "Three months ago. Maybe almost four, I lost count, mama."

All hell breaks loose after that, with your mama screaming and telling your father and calls to Graceland where you can hear Gladys calling Elvis's name sounding more angry than you've ever heard her. Throughout it all- despite it all, you're in your room smiling, talking to your stomach telling the baby that's growing in there that they're gonna meet their daddy finally. A week after you find yourself being driven to graceland in a coat to keep yourself warm in the cool weather while also hiding what's underneath from the fans gathered outside the gates. Your daddy leaves as soon as he sets your luggage down next to you, muttering about how he always knew that boy would ruin you and now he's gonna be stuck with him as a son in law.

The door opens to reveal Elvis looking like he's going to curse someone out before he realizes it's you. No words are exchanged as you open up your coat carefully and grab Elvis's hand to press against your bump. You're wearing a tighter blouse than normal to highlight it, and Elvis starts to breathe a little heavier taking note of just how much you've started to change in the months since he's seen you. He pulls you inside, grabbing the bags with a speed you marvel at before he pulls your coat off and takes a proper look at you.

You breathe slowly and Elvis swears he sees one of the buttons on your blouse look as if it's going to pop off before you smile ever so sweetly at him. "Mama hasn't let me get new clothes and- I wanted you to see what you've done to me." You lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "How you've ruined your sweet girl. Would have waited a little longer but I wanted you to see me grow."

His only answer in reply is lifting you up with a surprising bit of strength onto the dining room table, laying you out on it with your legs dangling at the edge, his head moving under your skirt. You can barely hear what he's saying as he kisses up your thighs but what you catch has you shivering in delight. "Made you better. Gave you my baby. Made it so your mama had to let you go. Get to stay with me. Be my girl, be my queen of Graceland."

You try and push him away, your brain reminding you that there's people in the house and you can hear cooking happening in the kitchen but your attempts are forgotten at the first brush of his tongue against your slit and the brush of his nose against your clit. He licks at you like a starving man, his tongue fucking your pussy like a pale imitation of his cock as his fingers play with your clit, rubbing and touching and even pinching in the way he's learned you enjoy. You bite your lip, whimpering even as you do, trying to keep quiet so that no one realizes just what Elvis is doing to you even as you barrel quick enough to your orgasm that it shocks you with the sheer force and speed it comes at you.

Gladys voice rings out as your chest is heaving and Elvis finds his way out from under your skirt, his face glistening as the door to the kitchen swings open. His mama sees you on the table and looks to her son, her eyes narrowing just a hair before she shakes her head. "Bewbie, you're- we gotta get you two married before you do anything else." Her face flushes just a little. "Off the table, Y/N. Let me see you and my little grandbaby you got growing here."

Her hands move to your stomach, feeling around like she's looking for something before her lips curl into a sad little smile. There's a moment where she looks like she's going to lean in to tell you what she's thinking before she stops herself and just pulls you into a hug. "I'm- We're gonna take good care of you here. Gonna make sure you and this baby have all the strength you need. I told Bewbie to marry you but- didn't think you'd both be so silly to do this to make it happen. It's alright- what's done is done and now we have this to celebrate."

And so life goes until everything comes crashing down with the papers and the Steve Allen show and Russwood- it all culminates in you seven or eight months pregnant, wishing you could drink as heavily as Gladys is when you hear your husband is getting shipped off to Germany. You promise to take care of his mama and promise to call him the minute you go into labor so that he doesn't miss seeing his baby born while in training. Yet, you find that you fail the first one so miserably when you come across Gladys on the stairs, slumped over, forcing you to call Vernon to help you with her. Not even the movement of the baby within you is able to rouse Elvis from his tears until the Colonel says something to him. You're hidden away from the cameras at Elvis's request. People know he's married, know that you are due to give birth any day now but beyond what everyone's already seen, he doesn't want anyone to see you, not right this moment, not when everything feels so raw and he's got to protect his only girl left- his queen of Graceland.

It's the day before he goes back to finish training when you feel the pain- when you feel your back and stomach twist and you moan in the bed, clutching at your stomach like that will help. This would be so much easier if Gladys was there, she could coach you through this. Elvis forces his way into the room, too scared to be away from the only Satnin he has left, too scared he'll lose you too if he lets you out of his sight. When you push out your first and it still feels like there's another in there- you realize just what Gladys had held back this whole time, too superstitious to even whisper to you that she figured you were too big for just one baby.

You name them Elizabeth and Loretta and Elvis promises to find a way to have you all brought to Germany with him. It takes a year but when you finally do see him again- when you finally both see each other again? You make a vow to stick to each other like glue if only because you're both so tired of being separated when there's no reason to be, no matter what the Colonel would like to argue.

And if perhaps your number of children shows that level of togetherness? Well. You can't very well be a queen without plenty of heirs, now can you?

tag list: @eliseinmemphis, @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @aconflagrationofmyown and @butlersxbirdy, @lindszeppelin, @powerofelvis @floralcyanide seriously i never know who to tag in this and breeding kink is so iffy i apologize y'all and hey once again if you all want to be on my tag list ( in general, tbh ) just give me a heads up or a holler.

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 1 year

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Like a Box of Chocolates

Word Count: 2,000 (I need to rethink my definition of short.)

Summary: Your best friend invites you over for Valentine's Day. Better to be lonely together, right? || Kol x reader|| Here lies my Masterlist ||

Warnings: Absolutely none, unless you count the sort of fluff that will melt your insides.

A/N: While I work on Rational Thinking part 4, have this drabble that I wrote last year and never posted. Won't Say I'm in Love from Hercules should be playing through your head on a loop by the time this is done.

💝 STORY BEGINS BELOW 💝

“Why, good afternoon, my dearest!”

You would have been startled by the sudden appearance of your best friend, had you not been so used to him by now. Kol Mikaelson was a cheeky bastard and his fondness for seeing you jump had rendered his element of surprise non-existent. You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, Kol.” Just managing to stow your books away before Kol pushed your locker shut, you re-adjusted your backpack and sent him a look. He leaned against the lockers, grinning at you as though he were simply happy to be there. The expression was bright and unusually sincere, it made you do a double take. “Oh, geez - he’s happy. That’s just frightening. Who’d you kill? Actually, nevermind that. What do you want from me?” You deadpanned, smirking.

You didn’t think your best friend was capable of hurting a fly, however. True, the kid had a mischievous streak a mile long but you just couldn’t understand why other students seemed so afraid of him. Kol had never been anything but nice to you since the day you’d shown him around the school. Sure, you’d watched him beat the ever-loving crap out of one of the football players when the guy had catcalled you a while back, but that had been entirely deserved. Kol was a sweet, clever kid who, though he was certainly capable of being a social butterfly, preferred the company of just one or two really good friends. You were fortunate enough to have made it onto that list - along with Jeremy Gilbert.

Kol huffed a laugh and slipped your bookbag off your shoulders in one smooth motion you weren’t entirely sure how he’d learned to do. You would have protested, but you’d long since quit trying. The guy was a gentleman that way.

“Valentines Day!” He announced as if it were obvious. He held your bag in one hand and wrapped his other arm around your shoulders.

“I think you mean -” You spread your arms wide as if presenting something to him - “Singles Awareness Day!”

Kol blinked. “Have you ever realized that the acronym for that just spells S.A.D?”

“I have indeed.”

He stared at you for a moment, then shook his head. “Whatever you call it, that’s today,” He said, smiling to himself.

You raised a brow. What was he so happy about? “Yes, I am aware it is the fourteenth day of February.”

He rolled and nudged you playfully. “Jeremy’s got himself a date - I want to know what you’re doing.”

Jeremy had a date? Huh. Go Gilbert.

“I don’t know, Kol. You’re a smart cookie, why don’t you tell me?” You said, shrugging.

“Alright.” He skipped ahead of you, walking backward. The boy stared at you with a mockingly contemplative look for a moment before snapping his fingers, having made his decision. “I deduce that you intend to come to my place for some friendly virtual combat, perhaps a few action movies, and the inordinate consumption of egregiously unhealthy foods.”

You tipped your head back and laughed. That kid knew you so well. “Spooky how you can read my mind like that.”

He grinned. “I am a man of many mysteries,” He declared.

“Right.”

In reality, you knew why he was inviting you over. You were his distraction and he was yours. Neither of you really liked Valentine's Day. That was one of the many things you could agree on. February fourteenth was just a painful reminder of what the both of you would never have - a meaningful and lasting relationship. Not even just a romantic one - the two of you had bonded over your bad luck with relationships in general. Between neglectful parents and - in his case - siblings, it would seem that to be loved in return was just too much for either of you to ask of the universe.

Friends, however - friends you could do. Friends come and go, they have no obligation to provide you with lifelong love and support. It’s not a betrayal or a slight on their part when they fail to keep in contact after the two of you say goodbye that last time. That was how you liked it. No obligations - no contracts.

It was quite the pair the two of you made: the school F-Boy and Trust Issues Incarnate. (Yes, you were fully aware of the rom-com style cliché.) Yet, however unusual it was, Kol made you happy. He was one of the very few people you’d met who didn’t judge you for your bitter attitudes surrounding romance. The two of you were determined not to be sad today - there was no reason to be because you didn’t care anymore, or at least, that’s what you’d tried to convince yourselves. So even though Kol was cute - drop-dead gorgeous even - nothing was ever going to happen between you. In your experience - and you’d had quite a bit of it - there was no use in hoping otherwise. It just never led to anything good. Love wasn’t in the cards for either of you. The universe had just designed things that way.

Valentine's Day is hard for the inherently unlovable. But you’d make do.

Kol gave you a ride from school, just like he did every day, though this time he brought you back to his apartment. Your parents wouldn’t notice - they never did.

Popcorn and video games came first. You agreed on Star Wars Battlefront, challenging him to a one-on-one fight. Kol got upset that you kept beating him.

“I’m telling you, darling - playing as the bloody sniper is completely unfair!”

“Says the guy with the freaking gatling gun.”

“I can’t even get the thing spinning up before you’ve blown my head of!”

You just hummed, catching a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “That sounds like a skill issue.”

“You would say that… Cheat.”

So, you switched to Mario Kart. The two of you were pretty evenly matched until you got to Rainbow Road. Kol had been in second place the whole time then suddenly he hits the brakes and you have just enough time to wonder why the hell he would do that before your sorry ass is wiped off the map by a blue shell. You’re not a sore loser by any means but that boy had to be the sorest winner of all time. He only shut up when you threatened to leave.

So you hunted down some ice cream and Kol dug through his rather impressive collection of movies for something that didn’t have a romance in it.

“Why does every decent film seem to require it’s main character’s to make love on screen!?” Kol griped, accepting the bowl of ice cream you passed him.

You snorted. “Did you really just ask that question?”

“Yes!” He huffed.

You flipped yourself over on the couch and propped your head up on your elbows, leaning on the armrest whilst you batted your eyelashes at him. “It’s love, Kol! Don’t you understand? Does it not just pull at your heartstrings?” You sighed dreamily, kicking your legs back and forth in the air.

Kol frowned. “No.”

You gasped, holding a hand to your chest as if offended. “What?! You don’t believe in love at first sight?! You don’t think that true love’s kiss can break any curse and that love conquers all and that people live happily ever after?! Oh, Kol! That’s so cold hearted of you!” If sarcasm were visible you’d be drenched in it.

Your best friend bit back a smile. “I wouldn’t keep this up if I were you.”

“Oh, what are you gonna do?” You smirked, gesturing to the DVD case he was currently holding. “Ya gonna throw DiCaprio at me?”

He grinned. “I might… or I could tickle you to death - you’ll never see it coming.”

“Well in that case-” You gave another overly dramatic sigh. “You should just kiss me and then all your problems will be magically fixed and you’ll be a model citizen because of my unconditional love and teenage angst!”

He tossed the Titanic case at your head. You dodged it with a laugh that ebbed away as he stood up and cracked his knuckles. You hadn’t thought he was serious about the tickling part.

“Aw, crap.”

Kol pounced. His arms wrapped around you and he attacked your sides, lifting you off the ground so you couldn’t escape. You laughed and squealed but he was wholeheartedly intent on making you beg for mercy.

“Fine! FINE! You win!” You conceded, out of breath. You had a stitch in your side from laughing so hard.

He set you on your feet and you huffed, pushing the hair out of your face. Kol just grinned.

“You know, you’re pretty cute all flushed like that,” He said gesturing to your face which you were sure had to be as red as a tomato. You rolled your eyes, vehemently ignoring the way his words made your face grow hotter.

After all, it wasn’t going to happen.

“You’re such a dork.”

He held up a finger. “Ah! Don’t go around telling people that, love. I have a reputation to consider.”

You had to smile at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

So, after ice cream, the two of you spent the evening split between playing various card games and watching Supernatural re-runs. It was all fine and good until you somehow found yourselves on the couch. You were just sitting there, and you had gotten a little tired so you’d taken to resting your head on his shoulder. It was fine. It didn’t mean anything. Then he had to go and ruin it.

Kol picked you up by the hips - just as softly as he’d always touched you - and pulled you into his lap. His arms circled your waist and tugged you in close. It was your worst nightmare. You knew that boy would never ever do anything to hurt you - he just wasn’t that type of person - but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that this - no matter what it seemed or what anyone else would think - would never be anything but platonic. It couldn’t be.

Life is like a box of chocolates - that’s what everyone says. But the truth is, with a box of chocolates, you always know that despite how many nasty fillings there are, each box is guaranteed at least a few sweet truffles. Relationships aren’t like a box of chocolates - not for you. They never carried anything good and it wasn’t just disappointment you took from them. No, it was always a hundred different ways to shred your heart and you knew it wasn’t worth it by now. You weren’t dying for another heartbreak. You didn’t need that - not now.

Life had proven to you before, time and time again, that you were the box of chocolates and nobody would ever stick around long enough to find the part that made you worth it. You were simply incapable of being loved.

Yet, your stupid, traitorous heart yearned to be proven otherwise.

So even though you knew - you knew - this would never end well, you didn’t protest. You let him nuzzle your shoulder only as much as he dared. You let him hold you. After a while, you even stopped fighting the weight of your eyelids and began drifting off to sleep.

Kol turned off the tv and you didn’t make a sound. He shifted to lay back, holding you against him as he shrouded your bodies in a blanket; yet, you didn’t stir.

Then he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and whispered words so quietly you could scarcely catch them.

“Goodnight, my dearest Y/N. I love you, even if you never love yourself enough to see it.”

No. Those words couldn’t be for you. The tenderness in his voice couldn’t be for you. There had to be some mistake because your heart with all its cracks and gouges was not a thing of beauty, nor was it remarkable. It was just there, so why was this the first time in far, far too long that you could feel it beating.

You were inherently unlovable. You’d taken that as a fact for so long.

How dare he tell you otherwise.

“You’re not supposed to love me, Kol. That’s not how this story ends,” You whispered into the dark.

That sweet boy froze because he’d been caught. Then he reached up and found your hand, tangling his fingers with yours.

“I don’t care how this story ends,” He said, voice firm. “I’m changing it. You know me, love. I never do as I’m told.”

“I don’t know if I can believe you.”

“That’s alright. I love you anyway.”

You chuckled and squeezed his hand. “Happy Valentine’s Day then?”

“Happy bloody Valentine’s Day, darling.”

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koipalm · 5 months

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For sy attendant au - what are SQQ attitude and feelings towards SY, if you don't mind me asking?

Because what I read so far hadn't painted him in good light. Like sure - he wants to survive and SY is an key asset in that, but the way he goes around it is... questionable.

so i answered this ask about it but i just realized that i dont think i tagged it with anything so. MY BAD thats my bad

the long and short of it is that sqq is definitely not a good person in this au lol. granted theres less of the overt child abuse because sy is able to stop some of that but sy still is very much a servant to him. one of the better things about this au is that sqq really just sees sy as a means to an end.. there is some attachment to him but sqq really does not really see sy as someone with his own agenda outside of like. living comfortably. its kind of good in a way that like sqq will grant sy a general amount of mobility around the sect because of sy's vague position and he doesnt reeaally care what shen yuan is doing if its not actively doing work for the peak or sqq.

sqq really sees sy as more of like. a political pawn? in a way. like he keeps sy close for appearances around the sect and he does in some way feel like hes doing charity work because by extension of working for him sy is granted a fair amount of power and status. but he doesnt care what shen yuan does in his free time or for fun. sqq is not the worst person of all in this au but he is definitely someone who isnt afraid of using others to help himself. that and like. its definitely a pat on the back for him of being able to say "well you were sent here to take my place and instead of killing you as was my right i HELPED you and i even gave you your own place on this peak and look at you now. youre mingling with some of the best and the brightest that the cultivation world has to offer" like nevermind that he isnt interested in helping sy with his own cultivation lawl

ok that wasnt short at all sorry but sqq is using sy but he also feels like hes helping him a bit. its a pretty unequal give and take so they definitely have an unhealthy relationship. that being said i think sy goes out of his way to misunderstand sqq a lot because he allows his hate of sqq to shape how he sees his actions.. so he doesnt put a lot of effort into actually examining how sqq differs from the book. also now that ive had a lot of time to think on this au i dont really think that sy's end goal in all of this would be to LEAVE as much as it would be he would want an actual firm position and leverage over sqq so he didnt feel so unstable. that and he does feel indebted to sqq. he could probably handle being around the guy if sqq didnt have so much say over his life

#sy attendant au #ask #and when i say being around the guy i mean that shen yuan would snark at him a lot and yell and theyd both get on each others nerves #but shen yuan wouldnt feel compelled to like. actually damage his cultivation or poison his tea #and sqq finds it hard to relate to sy because he literally appeared by a higher being dropping him from another world #and sy is so fundamentally different in his modern beliefs that sqq feels both that hes hardening him up and protecting him by making #him his assistant. to him its kind of like helping a venomous insect and then keeping it in a terrarium to study LOL #and yeah its rly questionable i think its funny if they had a really unhealthy relationship. gay people LOSE!#ok sorry i always say so much but its because i have so much to say.. thanks for asking! i love talking about my aus #svsss

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yuan4i · 1 year

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12. why r u here?

“... what are you doing here?” you asked. “i’m on a date with kaveh.” he replies, your eyes widening. them? on a date? were you interrupting something? why did kaveh ask to take you out if they were? “h-huh!? a date??? n-no! it’s nothing like that. we were going around buying decors for our dorm!” kaveh exclaimed, blushing profusely. “yn, nevermind him– let’s go in and get cake, shall we?”

you three walk into the cafe, you and kaveh holding hands while al haitham’s walking behind you two on his phone. “welcome! i’m assuming a table for three? follow me!” you three sat down at a booth, you and kaveh on one side, al haitham across from you both.

“what would you three like? our popular orders are-” “i’d like a mocha cake, he’d like a strawberry shortcake and they’d like a red velevt.” “o-okay! very well, we’ll get your orders right away!” the waiter quickly walked away.

“hey! why’d you order for us?” kaveh exclaimed after the waiter walked away. "did you not want strawberry shortcake? i thought it was your favourite?”

“yes, i do! but what about yn-” “i’m good with red velvet! it’s my favourite, actually!”

there was an awkward silence until your food came. “so, yn, how’s your cake? wanna try mine?” kaveh asked you, “yeah! here, i’ll give you some of mine!”

kaveh took his fork, sliced a small bite, and fed you. “mmm, wah, strawberry shortcake’s so good! here you take some of mine! say aah,” “you shouldn’t be eating so much cake. the sugar’s unhealthy.” al haitham interjects the moment. “aren’t you also eating cake right now, haitham?” you asked him in which he looks away. “...” you chuckled at his actions. you rarely got to see alhaitham unresponsive when you two were in high school.

“anyways, kaveh, here try some-” “sharing saliva’s really improper. kaveh and eat for himself, he’s not a baby; i don’t see the need of you feeding him.” al haitham again, interrupts the moment.

“oh uh… err… kaveh, here’s an extra fork the waiter gave.”

kaveh shot al haitham a nasty glare and he responded with a scoff.

CULT OF DIONYSUS ❀ prev ✿ masterlist ✿ next

al haitham x reader x kaveh SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.

#⁺◟✿ cult of dionysus : al haitham x reader x kaveh #al haitham x reader #al haitham smau #kaveh x reader #kaveh smau #al haitham x kaveh #genshin smau

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 5 months

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„A little help would be great.“

Happy birthday, @hannahhook7744! Chad & the Tremaine cousins, I hope you like this! ♥♥♥

„A little help would be great,“ Chad grunts out, lifting a large, ancient suitcase. For Isle kids, the Tremaine girls have managed to acquire frankly absurd quantities of clothes and bijouterie.

„…Nah,“ Anthony Tremaine stands by the door, leaning at the wall and smoking. „You volunteered. Redeeming yourselves to the poor unfortunate Isle kids or whatever is the shit you heroes do.“

Chad grimaces at that: Volunteered. Was volunteered, more like, by the combined puppy eyes of Chloe, Dizzy and by his mother’s suggestion.

So, here he is. On the Isle of the fucking Lost. There was a reason for the name, okay?

Chloe, Dizzy and another girl run by, giving Anthony an adequately wide berth and almost knocking Chad over.

„Hey!“ he protests that treatment.

„Sorry!“ calls out Chloe first and the Tremaine girls a heartbeat after her. Well, at least the apologised. Chad sets down the suitcase, deciding that he isn’t doing all the work himself, thank you very much. He was due for a pause anyway.

He looks at Anthony: „Why are you smoking inside?“ he asks.

„I can,“ he answers, carelessly flicking off the dust on the floor. Chad feels his eye twitch at that. If his mom saw this, Anthony would be so dead. You know what, yes, she could come by any moment. Smoking is unhealthy, anyway.

„And why aren’t you helping?“

„Why would I?“

Chad glares a bit. He has a feeling that „It’s the nice thing to do,“ isn’t gonna cut it. Or about anything that he could say to his older step-cousin. (I mean, come on. They’re barely related!)

„You aren’t letting the little ones drag their stuff downstairs, are you,“ he says finally. And if he is, there will be a problem.

„I’m not, but they gotta pack first.“

„You could help them with that too.“

„Absolutely not,“ refuses Tremaine, „I’m not spoiling them that much.“

And, excuse me, since when does helping children pack their belongings count as spoiling them?!

„You heard me, little Prince Charming,“ repeats Tremaine, quickly losing interest in the conversation, „I’m not repeating myself.“

„But–“ His step-cousin is absolutely insufferable, thank you for asking. And Chad doesn’t want to raise his voice where the little ones could hear, the girls flinch at the shadows, let alone a loud noise.

„Oh, would you look at that,“ Tremaine says, lifting his phone, „Harriet’s calling.“ He walks out of the room, phone in hand, and Chad can’t even tell if he’s faking the call. Would be like him, honestly, to make up a call from his girlfriend just to get out of work. Nevermind Chad’s mom and dad only bought phones for the Tremaine children last week. Just seems like the thing Anthony would pick up quickly.

Chad glares at the empty spot where the other stood just moments ago.

…Come to think of it, Chad isn’t sure if Harriet has a phone.

Chad moves to glaring at the suitcase instead.

He only just resolves to actually pick it up and carry it to the limo that‘s been sent for the Tremaine children and their stuff when a child walks into the room. One of the tiny ones, with tears in her eyes. „Anthony?“ she sniffs.

„…Chad?“ she adds reluctantly when she doesn’t find her older brother/cousin here.

„Yeah?“

„My stuff refuses to fit into the suitcase,“ she tells on, „And also Angie is being mean to me!“

„Let’s get that sorted out, yeah?“ Chad offers, extending his hand to the girl. He doesn’t mind helping his (step) family.

#disney descendants #anthony tremaine #chad charming

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agent-cupcake · 1 year

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Felix doesn't get enough love! Could do cypress, peony, hydrangea, and/or magnolia for him?👀

Big fan btw dunno if I ever mentioned it

The things you find while looking through your drafts....

Cypress - How does this yandere comfort their upset darling?

Before considering this question as it applies to a darker version of Felix, I am of the opinion that while he is an incredibly caring and loving individual, he isn’t an empathic person. He's not going to necessarily read or understand your emotions the way you might hope. That’s not to say he wouldn’t want to listen to your problems, understand why things bother you, and comfort you when you’re in need, just that he doesn’t naturally connect in that way and it would be really easy to suffer miscommunications as a result. He favors action over emotion, changing what can be directly controlled rather than ruminating on the intangible. If you have a problem, there must be a solution.

This gets very messy very quickly in a toxic relationship where it’s in his best interest to remain blind to your feelings even when confronted with them. I think the most likely reason to be upset in a situation like this would be because you’re in love with an aggressively obsessive man who’s endlessly paranoid about losing you. And Felix is self aware, he knows full well what he’s doing by keeping you in a controlling, domineering relationship. The obvious lie he tells himself is that his actions, destructive as they might be emotionally, are necessary. Prioritizing action over emotion. Your feelings cannot be controlled (you would be just as likely to be unhappy without him than with, right?), but your physical safety and well being can be managed. By him. Only him. So, if you were to express that you’re upset with your relationship or his behavior, it would be treated very coldly and negatively—possibly combatively. The worst case scenario for how he would “comfort” you is a full on fight where he meticulously points out why he’s right to be so possessive, that you can’t survive without him, and how weak and childish you seem. For what it’s worth, I do think this would always be followed by a period of genuine remorse where he tries to make you forget everything and prove his love and adoration. Notably, Felix would never out and out try to justify himself to you. His excuses are all his own, he knows that they’re paper thin, but he also doesn’t feel like he should have to explain them to you. He will apologize when he goes too far, but not for the underlying reason you’re actually upset.

More often, he’ll probably try and find another cause for your unhappiness, something that can be fixed or at least something more manageable. If necessary, he’ll try his best to fix your problems materially. You know, the type to beat a man half to death because he made you cry and then caress your face with bloodied hands, telling you that he took care of it (nevermind what “it” is). Despite everything, Felix is still a caring and loving person. He doesn’t have you entrapped in a disastrously unhealthy relationship for nothing. He does listen and as long as you’re not upset about anything sensitive, he definitely cares and is willing to hear you out, hold you while you cry, and do things to distract you. Felix trying to comfort you would be cute on the side of clueless, especially when it comes to gifts. "I'm sorry you're unhappy, here is a new sword." As much as he can, Felix wants a normal, healthy, loving relationship.

Peony - How shameless is this yandere? Do they care about their public image and or private image, and how does that affect how they treat their darling?

Felix knows that there's, generally, a way he should act as Duke Fraldarius and he follows that. Public displays of affection would be very uncomfortable for him anyway. Physically, I can't see Felix doing anything more scandalous than putting a hand on your back or holding your hand/arm. Verbally, there's definitely less impropriety. He is a snarky bastard. If somebody is flirting with you (although, let's be honest, flirting can mean somebody even looking at you the wrong way) he'll loudly point it out even if it means embarrassing you. If he feels you're wandering too much, he'll demand you come stand by him, or order you around like a child. Or a dog. It's not about humiliating you or even for his own pleasure, from his standpoint it's necessary. There are few people more vulnerable than the loved ones of important political figures, if you're not acting with proper care, he'll exert his control over you to ensure your safety. It's all perfectly reasonable and has nothing to do with jealousy. If it happens to make him feel a little flash of satisfaction at how easily you obey him, that's incidental.

Hydrangea - How would this yandere react if their darling gave them affection? What is their internal thought process like?

It begins with Felix freaking out at the unfamiliar discomfort of being vulnerable to somebody. Stiff, uneasy, uncertain of himself. It wouldn’t really take long for him to get hooked on affection. Hugs, hand holding, and cheek kisses—the holy trinity of weakness for an emotionally and physically repressed tsundere with trauma relating to neglect. Obviously Felix tries to play it cool, acting like it doesn’t melt him whenever you bury your face in his chest or entwine your fingers with his, but internally he’s trying to commit every detail of it to memory just in case. He grumbles when you throw yourself at him for a hug, but he’ll squeeze you so tight you can’t breathe. Sure he won’t look you in the eye when he tells you how much you mean to him, but when you say it back, the love he feels for you is overwhelming, even suffocating. That’s why he’s doing all of this in the first place. Unlike many other yanderes, there is no artifice to Felix’s interactions with affection, even as the relationship degrades into something very twisted. He never uses it or interprets it as anything less or more than it is. He doesn’t even use it against you in arguments, or hold it over your head when you say that you’re unhappy. Your affection is sacred to him.

Magnolia - Would there ever be any time that the yandere would reflect on their actions and wonder if they should stop/change their ways? Or do they always believe themselves to be in the right?

Felix constantly reflects on his behavior, but he buries that pretty deep. Since his main justification for keeping you as a glorified prisoner is your safety, and that you could not possibly be safe in any other circumstance, it would be pretty hypocritical for him to let you go. It’s not that he thinks he’s right, although he does for the most part, it’s that Felix is an absolutist for the ends justifying the means when it comes to your safety. It’s not like his perspective is without merit. Even if you were to leave him, you already have a target painted on your back and could be used by any of his political enemies. You are, genuinely, in too deep to just leave him. Worse, if you died because of that, it would be his fault. But then, all of that justification is meaningless compared to the very fundamental driving force of his actions: Felix can not and will not consider a world without you in it. He’s a traumatized, vulnerable man who has lived for so long simply trying to be recognized as his own person and when you say his name, he feels seen. When he lays his head on your chest and hears your heart beating, feels the warmth of your skin, listens to the sound of your voice, he feels a profound sense of purpose that’s utterly unlike his loyalty to the crown or dedication to becoming stronger. No matter how terrible things can be, his need for that feeling, for you, is too devastating to reconsider the path he’s taken.

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starguardianniom · 1 year

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The trauma of Marinette

So regarding the trauma of Marinette in Derision, I have a few things to say to that.

I sympathize with her, that was horrible to live through that.

Still shouldn't excuse all the stalking toward Adrien she did during the show. Being hurt doesn't and shouldn't make her entitled to disregard entirely another person's entire personal and private life, period, just because she doesn't want to have a repeat of said traumatic experience.

It just makes her look self-righteous, like she got hurt by an idiot before, so the next guy will get his entire life laid out before her eyes so she can make sure she won't get hurt again, nevermind what said guy might have to say about it, he doesn't get a say about it period because he doesn't need to know. Like, seriously?

Marinette is the first to get pissed at her private life being disrespected in any way, so that she goes and cheerfully and proudly boast about how she knows everything about Adrien when she can barely talk to him without wanting to run away half the time in embarassment is just pure hypocrisy. She got scarred by Kim and Chloé, doesn't make her right to go violate Adrien's privacy because of her traumatic experience.

Especially since said traumatic experience could have been avoided in the first place if she had listened to Socqueline, she admits it herself when Socqueline finds her after the fiasco.

She got blinded by love and didn't listen to other people.

Sounds like she didn't learn her lesson, cause she keeps getting blinded by her love and keeps not listening to people over the course of the show, which leads to tons of problems that she could have avoided if she actually learned her lesson in the first place back then.

But basically Derision shows that what Marinette learned in her experience with Kim was that the next time she would fall in love, she would stalk the boy obsessively to unhealthy and creepy degrees, instead of listening to her head and others more when they have concerns over it instead of just going blind and deaf with her heart.

She didn't learn the right lesson at that time.

I mean, she does a lot of stuff in the show that results in things going worse sometimes for her because she still hasn't learned that lesson the first time around. She lied to a lot of people, she hurted some people enough to get them akumatized over it, she manipulated people into letting her do stuff or go to places just because of Adrien, she pretended to be someone else a couple of times, she abused her powers, tons of stuff, a lot for Adrien or involving him in some ways, that he'll probably never know about, and never asked her to do. Like her fights with Lila and Kagami, her lying to her parents and making them lose what was supposed to be a family vacation that they have been saving since she was born to go to Shangai for her great uncle's birthday, then ditching him on his birthday to go stalk Adrien just because she was angry that she didn't know that he was going there at the last minute. Or accidently or deliberately ruining his photo shoots (in Simple Man she was really trying to screw up his fake wings to get an excuse to talk to him again). It's really is problematic, troubling, and past many points, she should have gone to some serious therapy. Because, yikes.

No matter how traumatix an experience was, this will never excuse the idea that stalking someone to hell and back is right in any way.

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sugoi-and-spice · 2 years

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Chapter Eight - Sink or Float

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love

A/N: Shigaraki's been way too sweet lately. Time to put him in a situation where he's a brat again.

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“We’re not just a corporation. We’re a family .”

That had been the theme of All for One’s latest self-aggrandizing speech, and she genuinely wondered how he got through it with a straight face. At least in this situation the topic didn’t come out of nowhere. After all, he was giving this speech over the loudspeakers of the company’s annual family picnic.

Held at a fucking waterpark.

Picnic was a loose term. It was a seated, catered lunch in the water park’s big event hall — max capacity 500. And it certainly was close to max capacity. Nevermind the fact that it was November, apparently All for One believed that a bright, summer atmosphere was exactly what was needed to maintain morale through any quarter of the year if his “fun boss” Ralph Lauren Hawaiin shirt was anything to go off of. Besides, that’s why they built indoor water parks.

And events like these were great bullet point perks for the recruitment team, well worth the no doubt exorbitant price of renting out the entire place.

Yes, it was a mandatory fun event that her father made them attend every year without fail. But to be honest, it’s one that she didn’t mind. The luncheon itself was stuffy and pretentious with a summer semi-formal dress code that felt a little silly to maintain at a freaking waterpark. But that part only lasted an hour and since her father hadn’t quite risen to the upper echelons of the company yet, they were able to sit at the table with the rest of his department’s management team and their families, rather than the raised banquet table at the front of the hall with All for One and his VP’s. Then she was free to galavant the waterpark with her family.

And despite the strain the latest advancement opportunity in her father’s career had put on their relationship, she did actually like her family. She liked sitting in inner tubes side by side with her mother, chatting as they floated down the lazy river. She liked being dragged on waterslide after waterslide by her little brother who was determined to ride as many times as her stomach would allow, because without her, he was too short to ride most of them. She liked playing Marco Polo with her Dad who was notoriously and hilariously bad at it even when the rest of the family wasn’t cheating and getting out of the pool (which they always were).

So to be honest, she was pretty disappointed when things had turned out a little differently this year.

While her father hadn’t been invited to the head honcho table during the luncheon, he had been invited to drinks at the very exclusive and very snooty clubhouse afterwards. All of them had in fact. All for One, ever the matchmaker, had placed particular interest in wanting to introduce them to the VP’s who had children around her brother’s age. Much to her surprise though, her parents — knowing how much they enjoyed this event in its usual form — actually gave them the choice of how to spend their day. Her brother — who as of late was on a bit of an independent “I’m a big boy” streak — decided that he wanted to go and play with some kids his own age rather than his older sister.

She however, with her last fancy-schmancy event with the Shigarakis still on her mind, decided to opt out and brave the waterpark alone.

A decision that, as she sat by herself on a lounge chair across from the wave pool, she was kind of starting to regret.

“Well what do we have here?”

Okay, make that really starting to regret.

She didn’t recognize the dudebro that was suddenly blocking out her artificial sun. He was around her age and given his particular brand of swagger, obviously assumed that his Daddy had a higher position at the company than hers.

His hair was even more styled and product-filled then her own and he’d obviously contoured his skinny-fat stomach into a crude six pack.

One word, two syllables: Douchebag.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

What the fuck else could she be doing? It was a family “picnic”, in theory she should’ve been near her family. It was besides the point that she wasn’t actually — the fact of the matter was that she was obviously not here to be picked up by little lost dudebros.

“I’m not alone. I’m waiting for someone actually.” she smiled politely.

“Oh, well it couldn’t possibly be anyone important.” he said, sitting down uninvited on her lounge chair just a little too close for comfort, “After all, no decent guy would keep a lovely lady such as yourself waiting.”

Holy shit, how much would it sabotage her dad’s career if she threw up on this Nice Guy™ right now? Because she was getting pretty fucking close.

Suddenly, a pale mop of hair popped into her periphery. One that — for a record-breaking second time — she was actually thankful to see.

She stood suddenly, arms raised and voice as shrill and lovey-dovey as she could push it, “Hey, babe!”

Shigaraki paused, looking over to glare at whatever dumb bitch had the right to be so loud and happy near him. So he was colored genuinely surprised to see his fuck buddy jogging up excitedly to him.

She latched onto him, pulling his bicep flush between her tits for the whole world to see, “I missed you so much!”

“What the hell—?”

“Just pretend, alright.” she hissed, nodding her head back to the douche canoe staring at them in offended astonishment.

Shigaraki smirked, suddenly understanding the situation. And determined to milk it for all it was worth.

“Oh, hey honey !” he cooed obnoxiously right back, slipping his arm around her waist.

Then he grabbed a tight handful of her ass.

She deadpanned, “Seriously?”

“He’s still watching,” his grin widened.

Damn, maybe she should’ve taken her chances with Mr. Hairspray.

“Oh my gosh, Baby!” she squealed, swatting at his arm playfully, “Not here! My Dad will see!”

She hazarded a look back to see the boy shaking his head dejectedly as he stood and walked in the other direction — clearly and obnoxiously licking his wounds and looking for the next piece of ass he could try and catch.

“Seriously, knock it off before someone sees.” she snapped back to Shigaraki,

He pulled her tighter into his side instead.

“What, so you only want me when it’s convenient for you?” he teased, fingers playing with the hem of her swimsuit just over her hip, “That’s hardly fair.”

She shoved him away, “Hey pot, I’m kettle.”

Shigaraki decided to let her have that one, taking the opportunity to instead let his eyes roam shamelessly up and down her figure. She flushed instantly, embarrassed and irritated. She was just wearing one of her retired competition swimsuits— a definitively utilitarian and cleavage-covering one-piece — so she knew that he was making a show of his oggling just to fuck with her.

“I’m getting a smoothie.” she grunted, walking past him.

Obnoxiously, Shigaraki took this as an invitation.

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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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Please mind vomit all your stuff about the puppeteer, his relationships with his proxies, his romantic relationships outside of them. EVERYTHING

I am very NORMAL about the puppeteer :) (I'm not)

-reagan

YOU'VE GIVEN ME TOO MUCH POWER, REAGAN i will so gladly mind vomit to you because oh my god i was looking at his relationship map a few moments ago to make sure i remembered zachary correctly and i have so many thoughts about it. but hold on let me talk more about zachary real quick.

zachary hates him. zachary despises his guts. i think the puppeteer is perfectly aware that zachary holds no positive feelings for him, and he finds it a bit annoying, but he ultimately doesn't bother with it. even though zachary wants to escape the puppeteer, and is actively trying to, the puppeteer knows that he never will. zachary is doomed to stay as his proxy until he dies. the only time the puppeteer really gets upset with zachary is when emra is brought into the mix.

he knows that zachary wants emra to escape as well, and that makes his blood boil. the only reason he doesn't hurt him is because emra sees zachary as her kid, and if he hurts zachary then emra will hate him more than she already does.

OKAY NOW FIRST AND FOREMOST i need to talk about his relationship with liu because oh my god i saw it and i had to look at myself in the mirror and tell myself to be normal about it and im about to be Very Unnormal about it.

the thought of the puppeteer being interested in liu, and fascinated by his backstory makes my brain waves go wild. like... he sees liu, and he wants to break him. he wants to take his past, and he wants to use it against him, and he hasn't had any success in doing so just yet. and that just makes him crave more.

he enjoys it when it takes time and patience to break a victim down, it makes the hunt even better. every little detail he learns about liu just endlessly fascinates him, and it makes him want to break him down even more.

it's unclear whether or not liu is aware of what the puppeteer wishes to do to him. if he isn't aware, then he probably views the puppeteer as an odd acquaintance, maybe even a friend. and if he is aware of the puppeteer's intentions, then i highly doubt he really cares. liu isn't going to break the way the puppeteer wants him to. he's already been broken, and it took him forever to put the pieces back together so there was no way in hell he'd ever let himself go through that again.

and i like to think this leads to a toxic sort of friendship between the two, maybe even an unhealthy romantic relationship because why not.

then you have jane.

the puppeteer is literally scared of jane. he was gonna kill her, and then he felt her Vibes and was like 'haha i'm afraid actually so. nevermind.' and jane is completely oblivious to the fact that he's scared of her. he's afraid of her, and he respects her, and she respects him, and he enjoys her company. he sees her as a friend, and i can see him telling her about the more... personal things he keeps to himself, and jane gives him advice with no bias.

she's blunt, and she gets straight to the point. while, yes, he doesn't like being told that he's in the wrong, he does value jane's advice and even ends up having many philosophical conversations with her.

and then you have the bloody painter!

the puppeteer has a lot of respect for helen, and he honestly considers him to be his best friend. would he ever admit that to him out loud? hell no. they may be best friends, but that doesn't stop the puppeteer from feeling envious of him.

being friends with helen has made the puppeteer realize that he longs to be human again. this is a secret that he won't ever tell anyone because it makes him feel weak. just that jealousy alone is enough to send him into a rage and he has to remove himself from the vicinity out of fear that he may hurt helen if he's not careful.

helen isn't oblivious to this, he is aware that the puppeteer feels many conflicting emotions whenever the two are around. at one point, he probably even suggests that they stop being friends because it clearly takes a toll on the ghost. the puppeteer shut that idea down immediately however.

helen was the closest thing he had to feeling human these days. he couldn't lose that.

and i literally love the idea of him basically viewing sally as a little sister and just. treating her as such. love that. adore it, even.

he finds jeff to be a nuisance and actively avoids him whenever he's around nothing more nothing less.

oh toby hates him so much too man i just know it. the puppeteer is well aware that toby has a deeply dark past, and similar to liu, he actively goes out of his way to try and break him down. the puppeteer feeds off the negativity that toby ends up feeling whenever the ghost bothers him.

he has to be careful, of course, because he's well aware of the harm that toby can cause him if he pushes him into a violent reaction.

not to mention slender certainly won't be too keen to learn that someone is messing with its proxy.

i, personally, like to imagine that he, jason the toymaker, and the doll maker all are in this odd mutual respect friend group of sorts where they teach each other how to make certain things and how to repair stuff and like. the puppeteer teaches them how to make puppets, jason teaches them how to make wax figures and vine teaches them how to make dolls. it's like a really weird knitting club.

AND LIKE man. the thought of the puppeteer falling in love with someone again after everything that happened with emra... i think he would feel a confliction of emotions.

he would feel guilt, first and foremost, because it felt like he was betraying emra almost in the same way she betrayed him. but i also think that he's well aware that he and emra were never going to be a couple again, and that moving on was an okay thing to do. for him, at least.

i also think he would be confused, because after his death, he doesn't particularly feel emotions the way he used to. certain emotions, such as anger and sadness, come to him naturally but everything else feels more muted. so for him to feel love towards someone? a human, no less? it would certainly lead to him feeling highly confused.

and then i think that confusion would morph into slight annoyance. being in love means he has a weakness now, one that he knows certain people will try using against him. he tries to convince himself that he isn't in love, and yet he finds himself continually gravitating towards the object of his affection. that only serves to add to his annoyance, to be honest.

and when he finally comes to terms with the fact that he's in love? you best believe he'll try to keep his lover around him at all times.

after everything with emra, the puppeteer most definitely developed strong abandonment issues, so having his partner by his side all the time certainly helps to silent the thoughts of his partner potentially leaving him one day.

not to mention... they're human, they'll die one day. they could die earlier than needed if they aren't careful, so the puppeteer also likes keeping them around to keep an eye on them. keep them out of harm's way.

ALSO he bleeds and cries a like... golden plasma of sorts... and it dries black... and it stains whatever it touches so i have so many thoughts about that too like. the puppeteer has black tear streaks permanently stained on his face.

just think about all the endless possibilities with this knowledge. think of emra having black tear drops forever stained onto her porcelain, something she earned early on when she was brought back to life in her fragile body. just... the puppeteer leaning over her, crying, hoping that he was actually able to succeed in bringing her back.

also, can i just say that in control by nemesea is like... a song i heavily associate with the puppeteer these days?

so uh yeah. enjoy these thoughts, because they are a mess, i think.

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hungry-tum-stuff · 2 years

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Time for some Lumen and Jonah Tum Content ❤️

TW: Mentions of hunger and starvation, mentions of cannibalism, details of an emaciated body, mention of scars from being attacked, mentions of painful stomachaches and illness, unhealthy eating habits

🧶 Lumen 🧶

I always talk about character’s appetites in these posts but Lumen’s is quite literally insatiable. They’re cursed to endure unending hunger that can only be truly satisfied momentarily after eating human flesh. By extension Lumen has a big appetite, only because there isn’t much that can make them full.

It’s no secret that Lumen is thin. They’re very nearly skin and bones, so they’re more comfortable in layers of sweaters and cardigans. In hotter weather they prefer loose-fitting clothes with bright colors, but as a result, their visible starvation is quite easy to spot in the way their vertebrae jut out like spines beneath thinner fabrics. And Lumen feels awkward in that they both take up a lot of space and don’t at the same time: They feel like they’re too tall and too thin, nevermind the fact that they constantly have to hunch down so their antlers don’t catch on doorframes or scratch the roof. Lumen doesn’t really like their body, because so many aspects of their appearance is because of the curse.

Lumen’s tummy itself is teeny. If through some miraculous circumstance Lumen was comfortable enough to take their shirt off around someone, they’d be able to see that their belly is caved in, their skin stretched taut like a drum across their constantly empty stomach. Their ribs are visible enough to count, and there’s not much in the way of fat or muscle to prevent anyone who places a hand on their belly too feel every little churn and grumble. The first time Jonah saw Lumen shirtless, he couldn’t help but worry a little more for his friend. Even more so after seeing the previously hidden scars of attacks from townsfolk that Lumen had endured.

Speaking of teeny tummy, if Lumen eats any substantial amount of food they will absolutely look bloated. When Jonah starts delivering Lumen larger cuts of meat to help stave off their hunger, the amount of meat they have to eat to feel even a little full makes their stomach look uncomfortably distended, which is a stark contrast to how flat their stomach usually is. And whenever Jonah gives Lumen tummy rubs after they eat, he’s able to feel every movement of their furiously digesting stomach. And despite looking bloated and actively digesting something, the pinch of hunger in Lumen’s gut never quite subsides. Which is quite an odd thing to feel when you’re digesting a cut of meat that only someone with an inhuman appetite could possibly eat in one sitting.

Lumen’s stomach is noisy to the point that they’ve grown to predict how loud their stomach will be under certain circumstances. With constant hunger comes a constantly rumbling tummy, after all. They’ve found that the only thing that really quiets it down is tea: the herbs, milk and sugar seem to have a calming effect on Lumen’s stomach. But if their stomach is completely empty, with no food or no tea at all, then there’s nothing they can do to stifle the incessant hollow groans and growls. And even though those are loud, Lumen’s stomach is actually loudest when they eat. When their stomach is digesting food that ultimately holds no nutritional value for them, it’s only natural that it would be mad. So their stomach is often still rumbling hungrily and deafeningly even when it’s filled with pastries or cuts of meat. The food also makes Lumen’s stomach far more active, so the noises are much louder when there’s something for their stomach to chew on.

Despite being inhuman, Lumen actually has a pretty sensitive stomach. There are a lot of things that they just can’t digest, mainly fruits and vegetables. So if they accidentally eat the wrong thing (As Jonah learned after an incident involving carrot cake) then Lumen will have to deal with a terribly painful stomachache and awful cramps as their stomach writhes around food it can’t break down. And if Lumen eats too much of those kinds of foods, then they will fall ill with something similar to the effect of food poisoning.

Lumen used to be human, so sometimes when they’re out and about and particularly hungry, it’s a bit of a slap in the face seeing and smelling all the delicious foods from the market that they can’t eat (or afford.) They miss eating regular food, and if anything it’s almost torture being around food that still looks delicious but will absolutely make them sick. It’s even worse when they visit Jonah’s bakery, because a lot of his pastries are made with fruit and vegetables.

As previously mentioned in my post introducing Lumen, their hunger can be staved off for awhile by eating raw meat. And in order to effectively keep that hunger at bay, Lumen has to eat a lot of meat. So despite having a very small stomach, Lumen can eat a scary amount of food in one sitting. And while this doesn’t upset their stomach, they often feel completely unsatisfied when that food is done digesting, which usually takes about an hour at most. But at least they aren’t any hungrier than they were before.

When Lumen can’t adequately stave off their hunger however, their hunger pangs will often become unbearably painful. Sometimes it’s just a quick couple seconds of sharp pain, but other times it’s an entire day of incessant aching that doubles Lumen over and saps their energy. Jonah is always quick to help however he can when he finds out that the hunger is especially bad, whether it be through giving belly rubs or getting more meat.

On the rare occasion where Lumen does eat a person, it would be the only circumstance under which Lumen’s hunger would be completely satisfied. The gnawing hunger would be gone, starved growling would be replaced by the peaceful digestion of a large meal, but that would come at the cost of Lumen knowing they killed someone, and the loss of more of their humanity or memories. And to make matters worse, once that person is done digesting, they feel even hungrier than they did before. They pray that there is never a point that the hunger is completely unbearable, because once they lose control of their hunger, then they’ve effectively turned into a monster.

🥧 Jonah 🥧

Jonah is a big boy with a big appetite. He’s used to eating his three square meals a day, with the addition of a few snacks from “taste-testing” in the bakery. Jonah can put a good amount away, and if someone can’t finish their plate then he’s the one someone would push their leftovers to. Maybe his penchant for never wanting to waste food has partially contributed to his large appetite, but he doesn’t quite mind. He has the security of knowing that he has enough to eat at this point in his life.

Jonah has a very full body type, and he definitely fits the “dad bod” description. He’s plenty broad and has a pleasantly round belly. He looks like he’s always been strong too, he’s just filled out now that he lives a calmer life and eats regularly. So while his muscles aren’t incredibly defined, he definitely isn’t lacking in strength. He takes care of himself very well and he’s gotta stay strong enough to cart around sacks of flour in the bakery.

As a result of his active lifestyle and regular eating schedule, Jonah tends to get hungry rather easily. On the off chance that he skips lunch during a busy day in the bakery, he’ll find himself groggy and grumpier than usual. He is pushing 40 after all, so any break in his regular eating or sleeping schedule is sorely felt.

As much as Jonah worries over them, Lumen cares for the other just as much and won’t hesitate to divert the attention to Jonah when he isn’t feeling well. And Lumen has given Jonah a lot of belly rubs as a result. They’ve found there is a pleasant duality to the larger man’s tummy: It’s soft and squishy when it’s empty, (not to mention quite loud) and warm and firm when it’s full. Oftentimes when they’re spending evenings together Lumen will use it as a pillow, which is only a problem if Lumen falls asleep and Jonah can’t get up to eat, or Lumen accidentally pokes Jonah with their antlers.

Not to mention, Jonah’s stomach is loud. His stomach doesn’t make noise as frequently as Lumen’s does, but if he misses even one meal the growls will be pretty monstrous. Unsurprisingly his belly is pretty quiet when it’s full, seeing as being full is it’s natural state.

Jonah is also the type to eat just about anything. He loves trying new food, and even though times aren’t hard anymore, he’s also the type to eat,,, questionable stuff if the need ever arose. However, he is getting older, so his stomach is a bit more sensitive than it used to be. So sometimes it’s a gamble on whether or not eating something will give him a bellyache or not.

At the end of the day, Jonah is a massive foodie. He loves baking, obviously, but he also loves cooking for himself and the people he loves. Working in a bakery hasn’t exactly kept him trim, and he loves indulging in larger meals and dedicating hours to massive feasts around the holidays, but he’s never been the type to care too much about how his body looks. As long as he can take care of his family and do his job, then he’s alright.

I’ve spoke vaguely of these “hard times” Jonah endured up until this point but Jonah is ex-military, he fought in a smaller border skirmish his kingdom was involved in before he met his wife, so he was used to rationing his food for a long time until she helped him unlearn those bad habits. They were also a little short on coin up until their daughter was born, and Jonah’s wife buckled down and opened up a bakery to support her family. Only then were they able to live a financially stable life, where Jonah’s current eating habits arose.

Jonah actually feels a little guilty eating around Lumen sometimes, because they know that they can’t eat like him or feel full like him. Lumen insists that it’s fine and that they want their friend to eat, but it bothers Jonah to no end that his friend is hungry and there’s next to nothing that he can do about it.

🧶 🥧 Bonus for both of them: The contrast between Lumen’s normal being hungry and hardly ever full and Jonah’s normal being full and hardly ever hungry,,, A+ dynamic methinks

#the fact that I have to update the TW list with every new bullet point I make #Lumen has been THRU it #sfw hunger kink #stomach growling #hungry #tummy #hunger kink #tummy kink #original character #ocs #long post

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Trollstopia blindblogging: episode 3a- Bring it in

Putting end thought at the top from now on for ease but I’m really proud of this show. I expected the same message but they pulled it out way less mean spirited than I had anticipated. Which is the sort of thing we need towards this message of Cultural exploration these days.

Also this Episode is hilarious, the song is peppy and fun (if not outstanding) and its just a really good time. Legit 4/5. While you should watch the Pilot for lore reasons, trolls is the kind of series you can skip some episodes and still be comfortable. I’d give this one a genuine watch recommendation if you are making a short list.

I’m avoiding the descriptions on this, but between the music on the title card and the title itself, it’s hugs and classical trolls, calling it now.

Something I’m finding moderately immersion breaking is these sadly small crowds we are seeing for large events. I know animation costs money buy at least vague colored blobs in the background as a suggestion of massive crowds would be nice. It was really kind of sad in Kick Off Party. In this case I either have to assume that 1, the huge crowds of trolls we saw in the pilot arriving have trickled off to a sad few or 2. Poppy is doing a long series of smaller meetings to be more personal with the trolls, and she’s going to be doing these things on repeat all day. I’m gong to assume the second.

“Twelve seconds! Forget the orderly line, form a chaotic mob!” What I saw of TBGO made me love Smidge. She’s just absolutly the best. Such sass, such chaos, so freaking cute

The Country Troll’s watch is a pocket watch that’s so freaking cute!

oh my god they hugged with their front hooves

ok wait I just found an animation error. The female troll pre and post announcing hug time are different trolls. The first was a bob cut and white hat with yellow skin and blue hair. the second had a brown hat and pigtails with the ends tied up and much lighter toned hair and purple skin. I only noticed because I thought their hats switched when they threw them in the air (they did) but they totally just switched a model half way through a scene!

The Funk watches glow and they hug with their necks that amazing

Classical Trolls looking uncomfortable? called it

Ok but really thinking about this the hug watches and hourly hugs are canonically a Pop Troll invention to celebrate their liberation from the Bergens (don’t get me started on pop culture trauma responses and how unhealthy their happy culture is or I won’t stop) so I’m wondering if the group is small because these are all the Trolls who heard about Pop Hug Time is whole ham for it and now looking at how excited they are this is genuinely cute AF

Ok Poppy and Smidge hug walking is super cute too like. Smidge being Poppy’s BFF is one of those things from TBGO that I really appreciate.

OK they gasped so long they passed out I got gasp just listening to them actually laughed.

but oh yeah called it. Victorian values. no touchy

OMG THEY BOW

Ok. OK. real talk here. About my personal headcanons. And that is. NONE OF THE CUTAWAYS ARE REAL. none. across the whole franchise. this is a very good example. We know how Troll babies work. And yet the image presented for the Classical birth is very reminiscent of human hospital births. I very truly believe that the cutaways, which are never referenced by the Trolls themselves (like “I remember the time you did such and such”) are symbolic shorthand for the audience’s benefit only. This also applies to flashbacks as described by a character, as I believe that is the impression the character had of that time and not a reflection of reality (the most prominent example I give of this is Cooper telling the story of how he was lost. I firmly believe the visuals were symbolic in nature and not literal for that sequence)

“Meyeh I have a huguh?”

Excuse Dante a moment he just had an experience

oh wait nevermind

But oh my god he’s such an asshole he’s doing this to her on purpose

ok like this took me some thinking because I tend to mindlessly respond to what I watch and then have to percolate on it so this is a response I inserted in after taking a break for a night because bed time but... he really is doing it on purpose. This is exactly what I mean by Poppy is just “a tiny bit racist and that doesn’t mix well with her “I know best” attitude.” Because she just insulted the hell out of the Classical Trolls as a whole. “We bow to express these same feelings instead” “um ok but do you have anything else for like, when you actually want to express these feelings but like.... more?” “We Bow.” Like The Classical Trolls aren’t missing out on anything they are just curious about this custom most of the other Trolls engage with way to just insult Dante’s entire culture directly to his face Poppy she really deserves his response.

“LACKLUSTER!” Absolute face of delight as she screams

ok that was a perfectly cut scream

OK I love the giant lotus town in the sky

Just realizing though the last was rock, this is classical. Hard bet we get a techno, country, and fun epi before they start mixing it up. Hard bet because it’s a sure win

OK I’ve seen her around but haven’t caught the name. Minuet huh? the little shoulder waggle got me.

“In what language would you like me to answer that? I speak seven...teen...thousand! Actually no I got carried away there it’s seventeen” MAN Trollstopia really hitting it out of the park with their OC’s. I kinda love her. I might actually care about Classical trolls a bit. Amazing.

On that note, what languages does she speak? We do hear Korean and Spanish in WT but only in song and not spoken form and everyone seams to speak the same language. Is she capable of singing other genres naturally, or does she know the languages of non troll species?

“Raise your right arm. Raise your right arm. Raise your right arm. Your right arm not your leg.” I don’t know who writes this shit its funny as hell and whoever the voice director is is putting in some fucking work this is so funny

Yup theory is these little shits are doing this on purpose to Troll Poppy and I will accept no different no matter how the episode ends and the Classical Trolls are funny now

Fuckin SLAM that piano down

no wait its a HARPSICORD

“PAINFUL? UNCOMFORTABLE? THIRD ADJECTIVE?!”

of course it’s uncomfortable they are doing this on purpose! (I hope)

OK look this episode is legit hilarious

another perfectly cut scream

Classical trolls are legit terrifying though

“PAINFUL? UNCOMFORTABLE? THIRD ADJECTIVE?!”

ok so I Kinda half called it.

Noting for myself, that bowing for Classical Trolls fits my reproductive and cultural headcanon’s I made.

#dreamworks trolls #trollstopia #Dante Crescendo #Minuet Sonata #liveblogging

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