A World Trapped Inside a Person

Let your mind wander

[garpen]

"you already left kudos here"

And??? Let me like it again??? Clearly it deserves more??

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you love ao3 exactly how it is and you don’t want it to “update” or change in any way♡

[questions-about-blorbos]

Reblog if it’s okay for people to inbox you questions, headcanon, theories, anything about your Blorbo

[radioactive-earthshine]

Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.

[mysteryteacup]

Fandom is not social media.

Fandom is not trends.

Fandom is a cross between a library and having a slumber party with your friends.

"Old" means nothing to fic.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.

[mysteryteacup]

Fandom is not social media.

Fandom is not trends.

Fandom is a cross between a library and having a slumber party with your friends.

"Old" means nothing to fic.

[justq1323]

Frustration

You barely remember how you ended up in this position. Up against a pillar in a dark forgotten corner of the palace. One side of your face is cool against the marble stone while the other is burning under the skin of your lover.

The meeting didn’t go so well, ending with Zuko leaving the meeting before everyone else. That was usually a sign that he was upset and needed time to calm himself before showing his face again to the rest of the court. Normally, you would let him be and speak to him after he returned but today something was pulling you to him. So you followed.

Carefully walking some meters behind him you tried to keep your steps as silent as possible. Corner after corner he kept turning and you started to fall behind until you turned the corner he had and could no longer see him.

You paused in confusion. The hallway stretched on until it turned another corner further down but he didn’t appear to have gone that way either. Walking back the way you came you realised you had never been in this part of the palace before. Suddenly you were painfully aware you might be lost. That’s when a hand grabbed you and pulled you into a dark alcove. Your front hit a stone pillar with enough force to knock the breath from you.

“Y/N?” You would know that voice anywhere.

“My king” You sigh his name and instantly regret the way it sounded relieved coming off your lips.

“Why are you following me?”

“I just was worried about you. You looked more upset than last time.” You try to turn your head but his hand is pressing your head firming against the pillar. His other hand has both of yours interlocked behind your back. His torso presses heavily against your back and a shot of heat licks across your body.

Zuko says nothing and makes no attempt to move. Your body begins heating up more the longer his weight is pressed against you. Finally, he takes a deep breath and releases you but he keeps you trapped against the pillar. His head falls to your shoulder and you feel the entirety of the weight he is carrying.

You hesitate before raising your hand to slide your hand up along his neck into his tightly styled hair. Your finger dig gently into his scalp and you feel the shudder roll through his body. Thinking you were causing him discomfort you go to pull away. His voice stops you.

“Don’t. Don’t stop please.” His voice holds a hint of a whine and a slip of the lisp you know he worked so hard to hide.

Sliding your hand back into place you resume lightly scratching his scalp. His body presses closer to yours as you keep up your ministrations. His arms that were held limply at his side raise to grip your hips softly as he lets out a groan that sounds so tortured your body reacts dangerously. A steady tingle falls between your legs and your breath catches when you feel something hard press into your ass.

Fuck.

“My King?” You swallow, nervous.

“I’m sorry. I-I just need a moment.” But his hands grip your hips tighter and you can feel the shape of him more clearly against your back. You feel your eyes widen as you guess at the size of his dick. He’s long and he is so hard.

“How did you end up following this man with pure intentions and ending up in this position,” you think to yourself.

Deciding then, What’s one more bad decision? You swallow your nerves and speak again.

“My king? M-maybe I could be of some use to you.” His body goes stiff. One of his hands reaches forward to turn your face towards him while the other slides to rest against your belly. His large hand spanning over your stomach. Your stomach tightens at the feel of his warmth.

“How?” That one word whispered against your lips while he looked at you with undeniably lust in his eyes was enough to undo you. Without warning your lips crash into his. He doesn’t hesitate in kissing you back. Teeth clash and tongues dance messily before he grips your face tightly, taking control of the kiss. A confidence you had never seen in him before taken over. It excites you to think no one else would ever see this side of him.

His tongue sliding slowly and sensuously over yours sends sparks straight to your core where the hand on your stomach was slowly making its way lower. Your body was practically begging for it. Begging for the heat of him.

With great effort he pulls his lips from yours. His breathes fan heavily over your face and yours mingle sweetly with his. His eyes remain closed, tightly so you take this moment to look over his handsome face. 

“Y/N, I don’t think you know what you are offering. I-I am not going to be gentle with you.” his voice sounds tortured, like he hates the way he is losing control. “I don’t want gentle My king-”

“Zuko.”

“What?“Call me by my name.”

You hesitate for but a moment rolling his name around in your mind before you let it slide between your lips onto his.

“Zuko. I- I want you.” his entire body shudders at your words and the hand holding your face tightens once more. A low groan leaves him and you greedily bask in the knowledge it is you bringing these sounds out of him. 

The hand gripping your stomach finally slides under the waistband of your pants/skirts and your body jerks as he touches where you have been silently begging him to. His lips never stop moving over yours as his touch ignites you. You gasp out in pleasure as he moves his fingers over you. Breaking the kiss with a bite of your lip he pushes your head roughly up against the pillar.

“I am going to fuck you. Do you understand?” the deep timbre of his voice washes over you as he works you over harder. Your cries echo off the walls and briefly worry flashes through your mind. What if someone walks by? As quickly as the thought forms it is banished by the feel of Zuko slowly sliding a finger inside you. 

“I asked you a question, Y/N.” His finger moves deeper inside you making it hard to form a thought, let alone a respond. you shake your head but that’s not enough for him.

“I need to hear you say it.” You feel another finger nudge at your hole. A long moan rips from your throat as he begins thrusting those fingers in and out of you. He presses up against a spot inside you had has you seeing stars and almost cumming when he abruptly stops. Shamefully, your body presses back against his and you try to ride his fingers. He wraps the fingers not inside you denying you completion around your neck and squeezes.

“Answer your king.”  

You answer on a choked whimper after trying again to force him to continue. His body presses completely onto yours. His body deceptively bulky, making it hard for you to move at all. Your chest constricts under the weight of him as you give him what he wants.

“Yes. Yes. I understand. YES!” you shout as he pulls his fingers from you fully only to slam them back in while adding a third directly into that spot inside you. 

Your orgasm rips through you so forcefully it borders on painfully. You soak his hand and your pants/skirts but he doesn’t stop he continues fucking you with his fingers. Your cries escalate as you become over stimulated. Tears fall freely form your eyes as you beg, for what you can’t even tell yourself. 

“One more.” he chants as he continues. His hips against your ass rub wildly against as if they are chasing their own high. You want imagine him entering you and feel yourself burst again. Your scream for sure was  heard even in the furthest halls of the palace. 

Finally, his hand hand slows and his fingers slip form inside you. His breathes are ragged as he turns you to face him. A glow has overtaken his face and in that moment you think he is the most beautiful man you have ever seen. With your chest heaving and pain in your heart you reach for his face. You don’t hesitate when he flinches away from your right hand. The hand that comes to cup the scarred side of his face. His eyes flash between yours, a thousand emotions flickering. You see the moment the vulnerability leaves him and the lust returns. 

“Open.” he rubs the three fingers he used to fuck you against your lips and you have no choice but to obey. The glint in his amber eyes is enough encouragement to slide your tongue over each digit and clean yourself from them. Pulling back from you slightly he deftly undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. You pant around his fingers at the sight of him. Long, dusky and dripping it is a sight you won’t soon forget. Taking his fingers from your mouth he grips himself with them and begins stroking. He coats himself in your saliva  and your core flips in anticipation.

“You are going to feel so good around me. Do you know I see how you look at me in the meetings? How I affect you?” you can’t take your eyes off him as he increases the speed of his strokes.

“I sometimes beg you in my head to come after me.” you eyes shoot up to his but he doesn’t give you a chance to speak.

“Step out of your pants/skirts.” he has stopped stroking himself and is waiting for you to do as he directed. On shaking legs you do ask he said. The lanterns around you flicker when his gaze drops to stare at you. Boxing you in once again he kisses you hard. His hands fall to your hips then lower to grip your thighs, his skin is hot. He hefts your legs up around his waist and lifts you with ease. His lips trail messily down to your throat  and bite down hard. Your head falls back and hits the pillar. He immediately lifts his head at the sound. A tender look of concern crosses his face and he adjusts to himself to line up with your entrance before slipping a hand behind your head protecting you from hitting it again.

He pushes his hips forward enough to press just the tip into you before he stops. You whine at his games which bring a throaty chuckle out of him.

“You already feel so good. I need you to tell me again that this is okay.”

“It’s okay.” the words fall readily from your lips not wanting him to second guess this.

“Okay.” His forehead comes to rest against your as he seems to close his eyes in concentration. Slowly, slowly he enters you. 

“Oh.”

“Fuck, you- you are so tight. Oh shi-” it catches you both off guard as you orgasm around him as he bottoms out in you. You throw your head back but instead of hard marble your head is cushioned by his strong hand. You feel the tears threaten to fall again as his cock jerks inside you.  It feels like hours before your body finally calms enough to let you stop seeing stars, that’s when he finally decides to move. Drawing himself near fully out of you he slams back in. He does it again slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Until something in him snaps and he begins chasing his own release. Over and over he enters you. The hand protecting your head leaves join the other as it wraps under your arms and slides over your back to grip your shoulders. He spreads his legs further apart forcing you to nearly sit in his lap. Using your shoulders as leverage his thrusts become more brutal. This new angle is far from kind to you. Your head begins to feel foggy with pure lust.

“Don’t…Ah fuck.” he can’t finish his sentence as you begin squeezing him again. Another orgasm, impossibly, is washing over you. This one more intense than the last few it seems. Zuko slows forcing your impending orgasm to crest. How someone can have such control over your body scares you but you gladly let him do with you whatever he wishes.

“I know baby. I know.” His voice is a hoarse whisper in your ear. His hot breath fanning across the side of your face as he thrusts into you. The endearment makes your heart clench along with your core.

“Together. I want us to come together.”

The tears you had been holding back finally begin to fall again as he kisses you with such soft reverence. You know in that moment all the secret pining, the longing looks, the endless wanting would never be enough for you. You loved him. You loved him and could never have him beyond this moment.

“Together.” you whisper with tears blurring your eyes and emotion clogging your throat.

[xsimmifysims]

Manifesting getting myself in a studio

Credits ♡ Beautiful template by @alaniesims

[aliahjordan]

Insomnia Drabble #2

I saw a TikTok of a Princess being burned at the stake with a Jester because they had fallen in love and the Prince she was married to had her and him burned for her infidelity. The Princess and Prince were in a loveless political marriage.

The priests were wrong, as they often are. Magic did exist in their world. The queen, belly swollen with the child of her true love, watched as her love, beaten and battered, smiled at her for the last time as the flames licked at his feet. Her own pain not registering as she watched her love smile at her for the last time.

They did not know that the Gods were watching and they were disturbed by what their followers had done in their name. One villager who had stayed, cried for the couple. This one villager believed love should have no status, no limits and no borders, stayed and wept for the couple. She wept for her queen, she wept for the love that shown in the jester’s face even as he was burned alive. Wept for the unborn child. When she had cried herself dry, her throat raw and near bleeding and her father had come to find her, that is when she heard the sound. Barely there. A cry. A coo. Coming from the burned alter of the queen. 

The villager moved without thought to the rubble and ash. Ignoring her father’s pleas and the stares of a growing crowd. Moving the chard beam that held the queen’s shriveled body hostage she saw what had made the sound. A baby. A beautiful baby girl blanketed by the ashes of her mother.

The Gods were pleased, it seemed, with who found the baby they had saved. They placed their blessing upon the woman in hopes she would keep the child. 

With whispers from the wind in her ear the woman fled. No guard was able to capture her. Her feet were sure and no path was hidden from her sight. She ran far, farther than she had ever ran before. Her legs felt no pain nor fatigue. Her lungs stayed full of air. She did not hunger. 

For days the woman ran scarcely stopping. When her body finally gave out she was weeks of travel away from the capital. The Gods led her to a hidden cabin deep in the forest no one dared enter. There she would raise the babe as her own, preparing the child for an uncertain future.

[justq1323]

I am alive and will start posting my writings again but on a different account. Head over to @aliahjordan for all writing updates!

[aliahjordan]

Free Write #1

It was her birthday, this goofy, nerdy little girl who was currently obsessed with rocks in this era of her life. She collected them when she went on walks. She particularly loved the shiny ones and was on the hunt for a shiny one that resembled her birthstone. Sapphire. She knew she would never find one just lying in a field somewhere, but she loved the adventure of the search. She had no expectations for gifts on this day, though it should have been all about her. She is an eldest daughter, so it is hardly her place to want for herself. So, it came as a surprise to her when she received one gift this year. The year she entered high school. The gift was from her father, whom she had only known since her 13th birthday; she was now turning 15. As she accepted the gift, she looked at everyone’s faces as they waited to see her reaction, or in the case of her mother and younger brother, they waited to see what it was. It was sapphires. A whole set of jewelry of her birthstone. A necklace, earrings, a bracelet, a ring, and a watch. The girl had never been so happy to receive a gift like this. She should have known, though, that happiness would be taken like always. Her mother, who clearly had not been aware of her father’s plans to purchase the gift, was livid.

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[justq1323]

Are you going to finish “all an act” with Ji Chang Wook?

I am! I have more chapters waiting to post but I've just been focusing on finishing my actual novel. I want to have it published before this year is out.

Would you like for me to have a specific schedule for posting? If that would help please let me know!

[justq1323]

Want

I wrote this a while ago when Taemin’s Want music video first came out. That man is a literal siren in the best way possible. Anyways, I will be posting way more now this year. I have so many short stories and mini novels for you all! Thank you for taking ya time to read my stuff, I appreciate each and every one of you!!! ~Q

He was tired. His energy waining. It was time to come back. He reminisced on the last time he impacted the world and smiled softly. This time would be more deadly. He had started a fever the last time, this time he would light the world afire and watch it melt.

Red.

To draw them in.

Chains.

To falsely hold them captive.

Dance.

To entice their poor souls.

Voice.

To damn them for all eternity.

Satin.

To soothe the pain of falling deep in sin.

He watched the final cut of the video, satisfied with his masterpiece. This was perfect, exactly as it should be.

“They won’t survive it.” he thought, leaving his servants to finish the deed.

~

I excitedly click on the video, ready for what he had in store for me this time. His last video had left a gaping void in my soul and this video I knew would fill it.

The video loads and I sit enraptured from the first beat.

Jarring and sudden then fades away with a screech eerily only to come back again. Like a scene from a horror film when the demon is about to attack. I feel my heart stutter to pace with the song as it progresses. The opening screen is dark, with mirrors, and magnifying glasses surrounding him as he sits gracefully on the bed of metal. The beat scratches as the camera zooms into his back. I can’t see his face yet but I know I will be devastated when I finally do.

Scene change, he is coming out of something. My heart picks up the pace and feels as though it will explode. Only four seconds have passed but I feel like I’ve been here for ages. On either side of him is two women. Statues, I presume.

The scene switches back to him on the metal table and all I see is red and him. The camera zooms into him through a magnifying glass as he looks up. I stare unable to look away. He has me. The rest of the instruments come in to carry the beat- or my soul- away.

Scenes change rapidly but the constant is always him.

The moment I hear his voice nothing else matters. He sings to me and only me drawing me in, making me his. Branding his scent on my soul, his touch I can feel on my skin so hot it is cool as it flows over my skin teasing me. I feel hot all over and my body begins to tingle. Even if I wanted to there is no way to resist him now.

He is telling me there is no escape from him. He whispers my defeat and dances so elegantly it brings a tear to my eye. I want to look away, to blink but his hands softly caress my face while his voice tells me to accept my defeat.

I gladly do so.

The music progresses and I am no longer living. I am no longer breathing. He owns me. I am his. I don’t want to leave. He tells me I can never leave.

Snakes wind around my ankles as he walks towards me but I am not afraid. He vanishes from my sight and the snakes circle up my legs, under my clothing, and into the most private parts of me. I sigh as he breaths in my ear body pressed up against mine from behind. The snakes turn into his hands, they draw feral sounds from my body and his mouth eats them up. I want this. I need this. I will never get enough of this.

He makes promises I know he will never keep deep in the farthest corners of my soul. I don’t care I need to please him. He needs me to surrender so I do. He tells me this is what I want.

He places his lips on mine and breathes me in deeply. I feel myself separate and become one with him, he who asks for everything and gives nothing but the highest of pains and the deepest of pleasure. I want this. He takes it.

When the last note rings out. Nothing is left but an empty shell.

~

He licks his lips as the last ebbs of what was quite possibly the sweetest soul he has ever tasted pass through his throat. Sucking his fingers, licking them clean of the young woman’s essence he sits back on his throne satiated for now. Content from his meal and gleeful at his success.

Lee Taemin. A siren, a demon, and a sex symbol were what they called him.

If only they knew his true name, Lucifer. Light-bearer, the most praised, God’s songbird.

The end of all man. The first to fall from Grace.

[chittapornswife]

rewind. play.

genre: unspoken high school love, best-friends!au, high-school!au, marvel!au, heavy angst, fluff, heartbreak, magical realism wc: 5.8K warnings: swearing, one mention of death, very very sad type: mark lee x fem!reader 

summary: a record of summer memories between you and your best-friend Mark Lee.

A/N: this is for the summer 127 event by @nct-writers! not much to say besides the fact that this is a very very depressing fic, dunno how I wrote it in a day tbh but read at your own caution! is inspired by many things that would give away the plot so the only one I can give away is the movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai! enjoy :) dedicated to the loveliest mark stan, @nakamotocore​ <3

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Ooh! How about Yandere Perseus who falls in love with a Medusa!Reader who actually means no harm but is often hunted down by other warriors and he decides to protect her from future warriors trying to harm her?

Normally, he can’t look into her eyes, but I headcannon the stone petrification won’t work unless the snakes are active or if the reader is in a fight or flight response to activate her stare and makes her eyes glow (She has slit eyes when normal but they glow a bright yellow when turning enemies into stone).

Now being a monster who’s scorned/feared by everyone around them, the reader is gonna be hella touch starved and believes that Perseus’ Yandere tendencies are normal and she’s okay with it, so she never feels the need to use her stone stare but she does tend to her snakes from time to time and lets him pet them. Plus he often cuddles her, brings her very expensive gifts, and just keeps her safe.

Yandere Perseus x Medusa reader

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Okay okay, so I'm imagining that Perseus is sent on a mission to slay our girl Medusa. Perseus goes to her cave to kill her but finds the beautiful woman singing lullabies to little girls. Perseus hides behind the large group of statues and observes you playing with the little girls, splashing water at them from the pond. Perseus felt betrayed as he looked at you; you were nothing like the elders had described you- cold blooded, cruel, savage, brutal, monster, certainly not a monster. Sure, you had a head full of snakes for hair, but you weren't a monster. Would a monster splash her feet around in the koi pond and tickle the little girl? Would a monster cut up fruits and feed it to the children? Perhaps if the young ones were her own offspring, but they didn't look like you and when you told them to go home now, you further confirmed his theory.

As the children left, you walked towards the pond and began pulling your robe open. The moment you dropped it on the floor, standing stark naked in all your glory, a gasp left Perseus's mouth- he had never seen someone so beautiful.

But the sound startled you, and you immediately turned around and asked "Who's there?" Of course, Perseus ducked when you looked in his direction, he had been warned about your eyes, how they'd turn anyone who looked into them into stone. "You either leave right now, or I will hunt you and I will kill you."

Perseus smiled from behind the rocks. "You sound better when you sing." The demigod could hear you scoff and look for him, and he quickly pulled out his handkerchief and tied it around his eyes. "I'm not here to hurt you." Perseus walked from behind the statues. He could hear you walking- you were near. "I wouldn't worry about that. If you leave right now, you live to see another day. In fact, why don't you go down to the village and tell them that you killed the beast Medusa? Go and boast about that."

Perseus dropped his sword and raised his hands in surrender. "I promise you- I'm not here to kill you." You stopped moving. "You promise?"

Perseus nodded, thinking he finally got through to you. But then you laughed, and even though he knew you were mocking him, he was still mesmerised by your voice. "Promise of a man mean nothing to me! You're all a bunch of liars. You come in here, armed with a sword, invade my privacy, peek at my nude body and claim you're not here to hurt me?" Perseus dodged the punch you threw at him. "Tell me, boy. What are you here for then?" He again dodged the punch you threw at him, but due to the veil on his eyes, he stepped back a bit too far and fell, accidentally pushing the stone sculptures down, breaking them.

"I admit, I was sent here to kill you but-" He rolled away when you tried to kick him, "-but! I saw the villagers had lied! I was sent here to kill a monster, but I see no monster. Oh-!" You had got him this time, holding him by the throat, squeezing it.

You got on top of him, your legs on either side of his waist as you continued to strangle him. "Stop- I- I don't want to hurt y-you-!" Perseus tried to speak but you squeezed his neck harder. With one hand, you suddenly ripped off the handkerchief from his eyes, and Perseus instinctively closed his eyes.

"I gave you a chance to run away. I tried to be merciful. Now you will either open your eyes and turn into stone, or I will break your neck and you will die. I suggest choosing the first option- its hard work to dispose off a body." Perseus struggled for both air and the urge to open his eyes. Suddenly, his hand gripped something. "I- choose neither!" In a flash, Perseus grabbed a stone from the rubble and smashed it against your head, making you cry out in pain before you lost consciousness, falling right onto the demigod's chest.

After a couple of minutes, when Perseus had finally caught his breath, he called out your name. "Medusa?" But you were still knocked out. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around. To his surprise, you were still lying on top of him, and that too nude.

Had you... attacked him naked?

Perseus chuckled. You really were something else. But you were still nude, and Perseus was nothing but a gentleman. So, he bravely took a look at your unconscious face (and he noted how your snakes were also knocked out), before turning you over. His eyes immediately went to the blood dripping from where he had hit you. Tutting, he looked around and saw your robe. He brought it back and covered your body with it. Then, he lifted your body into his muscular arms and carried you to the little pond in the cave. Setting you in his lap, your head resting in the crook of his arm, he dipped his handkerchief in the water and cleaned your wound.

Perseus smiled. Here he was sent to slay a monster, and found a beauty instead. The more he looked at you, the more he fell in love. Your soft petal lips that he just wants to smash his lips against. Your soft, supple skin that he wants to sink his teeth in and listen your euphonious voice sing his hymns. And for some reason, he wants to run his hand through your snakes, they just looked so cute. But like I said, Perseus is a gentleman.

When you finally gained consciousness, you were not expecting to find a man staring at you. "Oh-!" He immediately closed his eyes when he saw you had woken up. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare!" Your breath hitched when you realised it was the same creep from before. Without hesitating, you punched him again, but even with his eyes closed, Perseus caught your wrist. "This again? You're gonna end up hurting yourself again, Medusa."

You yanked back your wrist, and he held up his hands in surrender again. He hadn't killed you yet. So, what was he still doing here? You suddenly looked down and remembered you had been naked before, and not clothed like now. As if sensing your fear, Perseus spoke again. "Hey, don't worry! I didn't touch you or anything. I just put the robe back on and was cleaning your wound- sorry about that- when you woke up! I swear, I didn't do anything unbecoming of a man!"

He had seen you naked... but you didn't feel him do anything foul to you. But he had seen you naked.

Blinking away the tears, you pulled the robe tighter around you. "What. Do. You. Want?" You sniffled.

Hearing your little sniffle pained his heart, and he reached out a hand to caress your cheek. Too busy crying to notice him, you flinched when his hand touched your cheek. "Don't cry... is your head still hurting? I'm really sorry." His hands, they were rough, calloused and...warm, made you lean into it. "Its okay. You're okay." When his thumb began to rub circles over your cheek, you couldn't help but sigh-

Wait.

You jerked away, looking at him with shock. What the hell was that?! Why were you leaning into his hand?

You shook your head. "I asked you what do you want from me! If you're not here to kill me, then what are your intentions?!"

Perseus sighed. "Look, my name's Perseus. I was sent here to slay you. But I don't think there's any need for that. The elders sent me here because they said that you were a child killer! But I saw the way you were playing with those girls before... you know, when you were singing-"

"Get to the point."

He ran a hand through his hair. "Right. It's just that, I think people have made you out to be this big bad monster that you're not. And I know the villagers would never accept you as long as you have those... snakes on your head." He bit his lip before continuing. "I was tasked to come back with your head. But since I have no intention of killing you, I'll go back and say that I changed my mind- got scared when I reached the cave."

You crossed your arms. "I told you to leave before. Why did you waste my time if you were gonna leave anyways?"

Perseus smiled. "Yes, but you see... if I don't return with your head, that means you're still alive. And then they will send someone else to kill you. I fear, that one day, someone might finally end up doing that. And I don't want."

You rolled your eyes. "You don't need to worry about me. You've seen the fate of those before you. I can handle myself."

"I'm sure you can. But I could've killed you today. So what guarantee do you have that the next guy they send won't be able to do the same? Hm?"

"Then I'll die fighting."

The thought of you dying didn't sit well with Perseus.

"No. I won't let you die. Not like this. Not like some monster that they paint you to be."His tone was heavy.

"And why do you care so much?!"You finally shrieked.

The both of you sat in silence for a couple of moments. "I... I'm not sure. Perhaps I feel you've been treated unfairly. And not just by the villagers. By someone else too."

Your eyes widened. "Just... just leave. Leave me alone." You stood up and were about to leave when Perseus caught your wrist.

"I- How about this? You let me protect you from any man they send to kill you, and if I defeat him, I'll have my peace of mind. If I die, then you get rid of me." You scoffed and yanked your wrist back. "So you endanger yourself for "peace of mind"? Please, I've heard better lies from kids."

"Then what do you have to offer?"

"Nothing. I don't want your protection."

"Hmm, you do. Oh! How about a proposition? I protect you, and in return, you sing for me."

"No."

"Medusaaa!" Perseus whined. "You're being unreasonable."

"And you're being a pest. Now leave." You were getting a headache from this man-child. If only he wasn't so strong, you would've turned him into stone already.

"Please, I won't leave this cave until you agree!" Perseys tried to reach for your hand again, but you smacked it away.

"God! Can you be anymore insufferable?!"

Perseus looked at you sadly, before breaking out in a grin. "Yes. So please agree with me." When you begin to walk away, he started again. "Medusaaa-"

"Shut up! Fine! I agree to your nonsense! Do whatever you want! I don't care if you die or live!"

"Thank you!" Perseus's smile was too bright for you and you turned to go to your bed. Man-child.

"Oh...um Medusa?"

"What now!" You yelled at him, turning back to look at Perseus scratching his head.

"Um... could you walk me out to the cave entrance? You see, my eyes are covered-"

"LEAVE!"

Perseus ran, not wanting to anger you further. He'll figure his way out... maybe.

There may be a part 2. Maybe.

Anyways, thoughts?

[justq1323]

All an Act (Part 2)

Genre(s): romance, slow burn, angst, drama, little smut

Pairing: Ji Chang Wook x OC black female

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Aliah is a new foreign actress in South Korea who just got her first big break as a lead actress in a drama. Her co-lead is the ever amazing Ji Chang Wook whom she has always had a silly little crush on.

~

What is this woman doing to me? I never thought she would be bold enough to invite me in. But then again...I’ve watched the way she charms everyone around her. But this was different from her usual innocent and genuine charms. This was a woman, no, a predator on the hunt. The way she was watching me tonight made my body hot. The way she was wrapped around me on the bike ride made it hard to concentrate, it’s a wonder we made it home alive. She was so warm and soft yet firm. She was unsure when I first asked her to eat with me, hesitant but as the night went on she was back to her usual confident self. It makes me happy to know she isn’t acting when off-screen. Her reactions are too pure and honest. She shows all her emotions in her eyes so it was easy to tell what she meant when she said ‘I think you already know who he is’. I wanted to be wrong but she made it so obvious from the first moment we met that she found me attractive. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I was not attracted to her as well.

The first time I laid eyes on Aliah was during the casting. I was already picked to be the lead and there were a few actresses for the role of my co-lead. We were going over lines to see if the chemistry would be there (the director is a little eccentric) when she literally breezed into the room. She had everyone’s attention and the director thought she was perfect. He yelled for her to recite a specific line from the script and she did not miss a beat. Falling right into the character of the foreigner looking lost and confused and meeting my character for the first time she aced his test. Her acting was so believable I almost forgot we were acting and we had an audience. From then on it was history.

Every scene was perfect, the chemistry she had with the crew from the beginning was incredible. Everyone liked her, loved her really. She was warm, inviting, curious, excitable and so very beautiful. Different but so beautiful. The way her hair and skin seemed to glow in the sunlight was enchanting. But the thing I loved most about her was her smile. She gave it freely to anyone who would take it and then even to those who didn’t. No one could resist her smile myself included. I would give everything to see her smile just once a day. What sealed the deal for me was when she talked to my mother for the first time. It was like something clicked into place and I knew exactly what I needed to complete my life and it was her.

The kisses we shared today were not just acting. If I was doubtful before about how she feels those kisses chased all doubt away. The way she embraced me almost made me cry. She tasted so sweet and caressed me like she knew my darkest secrets and was okay with each one of them. I wanted to get lost inside her, inside her soul. When we separated I forgot who I was for a moment, where I was. All I wanted to do was pull her back to me and kiss her senseless.

Tonight she invited me not just inside her apartment but inside her heart. It was a test and I hope to God I passed.

~

Shooting goes well the next day, the same as always. Wook is the vision of perfect professionalism while I feel like I am going to explode. Everything he does distracts me. When we aren’t acting I don’t know what to do. I swear the man is doing certain things on purpose. He seems to be brushing up against me every chance he gets, little touches that linger, leaving my body warm.

The end of shooting comes slower than I would like and by this time I am a tightly wound ball of nerves. I am about to leave when he stops me at my car.

“Aliah. Would you like to come with me this weekend to meet my mother?” the question was so out of pocket I can do nothing but stare at him.

“Becky!” she quickly checks my schedule and says she is able to move some things around.

“Okay then. I will come by and pick you up around nine AM tomorrow. Is that okay?” I nod to him and the smile he gives me almost breaks my heart. I want him so terribly it hurts.

Unable to sleep I journal the events of the day and the thoughts I had about him throughout the day. Most were not pure and I find myself worked up once again. Finding a video of him exercising on YouTube I slip my hand into my panties and touch myself to the sounds of his grunts. I desperately wish it was his hand on me and his mouth. I imagine him licking me and torturing me slowly. The image is too much for me and I explode around my own fingers. The ringing of my cellphone jumps me and I fumble to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Aliah?” Oh, shoot! It’s him!

“Hey, Wookie. What’s up?” I try to sound as normal as possible.

“Are you alright? You sound out of breath.”

“I was just exercising before bed.” I lie through my teeth and hope he buys it.

“Oh, nice. I just- I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed. I hope that’s okay.”

My heart does a backflip and my brain short circuits.

“Yes. Of course, that’s fine.” I hear him sigh audibly like he was expecting me to say no.

We spend the rest of the evening chatting about nothing and everything until I finally fall asleep to the sound of his voice quietly speaking to me.

Morning comes and I wake up to Chang Wook’s face. I remember we switched the call to video chat at some point in the night not too long before I fell asleep. He looks so soft and peaceful. My heart flutters as I study his face, committing his features to memory. Something clicks inside me and I realise I may be in love with this man. I start to panic a little at this revelation because I have never been in love and have not the first clue as to what being in love with someone means or looks like. All I know is I want him with me at all times and I would do anything to protect his smile. I watch him for the next twenty minutes then fall back asleep. I am woken up by him singing. He is in the process of putting a white shirt on, his hair damp from a shower I’m assuming. He has on nice fitting dark wash jeans to contrast his shirt. I can’t help but admire the way his muscles slide under his skin is very enticing. Knowing exactly how those muscles feel and move under my fingertips starts a heartbeat between my legs.

He chooses this exact moment to look over at me. The smile that lights up his face doesn’t help my current situation.

“Good morning Sleepy.” he greets me warmly and if I was lighter I would be red.

Rubbing sleep out of my eyes I stretch as I sit up and remove my blankets.

“Morning. What time is it?” moving around my room I lay out my outfit for today, simple dark wash high waisted jeans with artful rips in the knees and a white loose tank top.

“It’s just after 8 o’clock.”

Cursing under my breath I run to the bathroom to quickly shower. I have just under an hour before he arrives at my door. From the looks of it, he is on his way out the door. Knowing him he will be exactly on time. I hurriedly tell him I will be right back and he says okay as he picks his duffel bag up and heads for the door. Taking this chance I quickly shower then get dressed before he arrives.

~

She is cute in the morning. Seeing her wake up and watching her fall asleep last night was a blessing. She looked so peaceful as she fell asleep mid-sentence early this morning. I couldn’t help myself and took a screenshot of her sleeping form. The bright orange snow cap she wore to bed and the fluffy blankets engulfing everything but her nose and eyes. I don’t remember falling asleep but I remember watching her then waking up to her still asleep. At that moment my heart yearned for her to really be laying next to me so I can pull her closer and just hold her.

When she rose out of bed and threw the blankets off herself I froze. I have never seen her body so revealed before and it surprised me. When I would hold her or hug her she always felt more solid and thicker than she looked. When we did scenes where I had to lift her it always surprised me how much heavier she actually was, I had to make a conscious effort to hold her. This made me want to get stronger so I would be able to hold her with ease.

The outfit she has on is completely revealing, a red cropped tank top with a black dragon on it and matching black shorts with red seams that barely seemed to fit her. Her waist looked so small and well proportioned with her hips and thighs. Her legs being the fullest part of her body and truthfully my favourite body part of hers that wasn’t her eyes. After holding them and having them straddle me I wanted more. I thought I was going to explode when she hurriedly walked past the camera and I caught a glimpse of her ass. Composing myself I gather my things to leave for her place.

The drive over to her place is uneventful and peaceful. I catch a glimpse of something flying past the camera and look harder. She comes into focus and I all but swerve off the road as she drops the towel from her body. I think she forgot I am on the phone still, I know I should end the call but I can’t bring myself to as I watch her rub lotion into her skin. Her hair falling about her in the most sensual way, like snakes caressing each one of her curves. She pauses to tie the locs up away from her body. She turns so her back is facing me and I feel my dick jump in my pants as she slips her panties up her legs. Her waist looks so small at this angle and her skin glows brightly. The heavy intimacy of the moment weighs on me and I want her to turn around to look at me so desperately. She clips her bra on then disappears towards what I assume is the bathroom. I take this moment to come to my senses and end the call. How I didn’t crash in that space of time I will never know.

Pulling up to her building I exit and make my way up to her apartment. I ring her doorbell and wait while trying to banish the images of her naked body from my mind. She doesn’t give me a chance to because she answers the door with half her shirt on.

“Hey! Give me like two minutes to gather my stuff. Come in.”

She leaves the door open for me then disappears into her house. I follow in the direction she went, taking my shoes off. I enter the living and kitchen area to find her manager eating at the table. I greet her with a bow and a good morning then take in the decor of the apartment. It is all warm colours like what remind me of the sun and summertime, the perfect season to describe her personality. I feel very calm here.

“Okay. I’m ready to go!” she blows by her manager barely pausing to give her a kiss and a hug goodbye.

Before I know what happened we are seated in my car and I am pulling off. She seems excited right now making me smile.

“Why are you so excited?” I ask.

“This is my first trip since I started working. I have only ever been around Seoul.” this shocks me and I make a note to take her to other places in the country.

I stop to pick up our breakfast and lunch from the place I ordered it. She eats the food with so much enthusiasm that it makes me full, but she has other plans. She feeds me in between feeding herself as I drive. Telling me to focus on the road, which is near impossible with her scent filling up the car alone, let alone her fingers constantly brushing my lips. I can’t help myself when she puts a bite to my mouth. I make sure to close my lips around her fingers and look at her. She watches my movement and I swear if her skin was fair she would be redder than a tomato. I watch her swallow heavily and mentally praise myself that I can affect her so easily. It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one a mess when I am around her. The atmosphere in the car changes noticeably so she turns the radio on. I chuckle to myself at her nervousness. The bold hunter from before is nowhere to be seen, I find this side of her rather cute.

A popular idol group song comes on and she sings it with all her heart, her voice is untrained but in a good way. Husky, deep and loud. As she sings I find myself watching her and like a scene from one of my dramas time slows and sparkles appear around her. I can hear my heart in my ears and it becomes hard to breathe, she looks over at me with the brightest smile on her face causing my heart to stutter. This is what love feels like? I want to protect that smile, I want to be the reason for that smile, I want...her. My phone rings interrupting her music and my moment. It’s my manager and best friend Bang Chi Gu.

“Aye, Wook you forgot the gift you got for-”

“Chingu! Hi!” Aliah interrupts him mid-sentence. She leans over the center console to hear his response so I turn on the car Bluetooth so she can talk to him also.

“Oh. Hi Lil Bunny. You are with Wook already?”

“Yupp, we are driving right now.”

The relationship between her and Chi Gu always makes me laugh. She turns into a little girl and he is super protective of her. He thinks of her as a little sister. The first time they met she thought his name was Chingu and the nickname has stuck ever since. He called her a bunny because the way her nose would scrunch up when she laughed or saw something she disliked.

“Ah, okie. Have fun kiddo.”

“Aye aye captain!”

“Weirdo... Chang Wook, I was telling you you forgot that one gift.” I don’t understand what he is saying at first then it clicks and I curse under my breath.

“It’s fine I can give it to them when I get back.”

“You sure?” he asked sounding really skeptical.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

After talking with Aliah for a few more minutes he hangs up. The rest of the drive is fairly calm minus Aliah’s singing and dancing. When she tires of this she pulls out a book then closes it almost immediately. She takes out a little vlogging camera and asks me if it would be alright if she films a little for her channel. I agree, I subscribe to her channel finding myself enjoying her rather wholesome content. Setting the camera up she pulls the book back out and begins reading. After some time she changes the angle to film out the window then out the windshield then she turns it at me and begins asking me questions.

“So Wookie, where are we going?”

I decide to play along, I’ll ask her later to edit this part out. As much as I would love to be in her video and let the whole world know we are close I can’t. I have avoided scandals my entire acting career which has been beneficial not only for me but my co-stars. I would be devastated if any of them let alone Aliah get hate for getting caught up in dating rumours. I know she is already going to get quite a bit of hate because she is the lead for this drama. She worries that the rating won’t be great, that she will taint my reputation. I heard her talking with her manager one day, it broke my heart to hear her say these things and doubt herself. I do my best to speak only positively about her when in interviews, not that it is hard to do. She is an incredible actress and genuinely one of the kindest people I have ever met.

After her questions, she assures me I won’t be in the video at all before I can even tell her. My heart breaks a little but I am relieved she knows the ins and outs of celebrity life here. It’s not too long before we reach Anyang, my hometown. Her earlier excitement returns. I explain majour attractions to her and answer the rapid-fire questions she throws at me as best I can. In her jubilance, she mixes Korean and English, her slight lisp becoming more apparent. I sneak a picture of her with her face pressed to the glass and peering out the windshield.

We reach my childhood home and Aliah is all but dragged out of the car by my mother.

“Ah! My daughter, finally you come to visit me!” my mother smothers her in a hug which Aliah returns with more exuberance, picking my mother up and twirling around with her.

Shaking my head I gather our bags while the two of them disappear into the house. You would swear I am not the only child of this woman at this moment. In the house my mother is talking a mile a minute to Aliah while she finishes dinner, Aliah is right next to her already helping with the last bit of ingredients and mixing. The scene hits home for me almost drawing tears from my eyes. My mother has always wanted more children after me but when we lost my father it broke her heart and she could never find it in her to remarry. She loved my father with everything she had. I want that. I want to love one person with my whole being for my entire life and be loved endlessly by that person. Never have I before thought I would find a person like that. Nam Ji Hyun was the closest I ever got but she didn’t feel the same. To see my mother so happily accept her into the folds of our little duo almost like she was waiting just for her was too much for me to process. I escape by telling them I’m going to put our bags in the bedroom. My mother shoos me away and Aliah gives me a brief smile before going back to tending to whatever was in the pot she was dumping ingredients into.

~

Mama Ji is the most excitable older woman I have met in my two years of living in South Korea and one of the most accepting too. When Ji Chang Wook called me over one day while we were taking a break from the heat while filming I was confused until he gave me his phone and the image of a smiling middle-aged woman appeared. She talked my ear off for the next half hour until we were called to continue filming. From that point on any time she would call she would ask for me to the point Wook just gave her my number and Kakao. We chatted frequently. I broke down one day and cried on a video call to her about my problems worrying I would be bringing down Chang Wook’s reputation and I told her how I missed my mom and dad and brothers. The next day she found her way onto our set with homemade Caribbean food including macaroni pie for me. When I smelt the food I broke character and went searching for the source of the smell. When I saw her there with the food I dropped to my knees in front of her and bowed to her with my face to the floor. She dropped down next to me and cried with me not caring what anyone thought of us. She drew me into her lap and let me bawl my eyes out warding off anyone who tried to interrupt.

That day was the day everyone on set attitude changed drastically towards me. I found out later that it wasn’t just Ji Chang Wook’s mom keeping people away from me but Ji Chang Wook himself. He told everyone of the hardships I was going through and asked them all to let me have this one day to myself. When I was spent crying Mama Ji warmed up my food and sat on the floor with me while I ate. It was nowhere near what my mother’s food was but the sentiment alone was enough to make it the most delicious food I had ever had since coming to Korea. She played with my hair while I finished up eating and held my hand as I got my makeup redone. She stayed the whole day then spent the night with me in my apartment. I woke up to an American breakfast and a kiss. Her and Rebecca clicked also. From then on I learned to rely on Mama Ji and she spoiled me.

“So my daughter...have you told him?” she pins me with a wide-eyed stare.

“Kind of.” I caved one day and told her how I feel about her son and she was one hundred percent about it.

“What do you mean?”

“Well he took me to dinner one night and we talked and he asked if I had a boyfriend or anyone I liked and I told him no and then I implied that the person I liked was him and then when we were done with dinner I asked if he wanted to come in my apartment and I have no idea why I asked that cause you know it’s not like we would have or could have done anything cause I have never been with a man and am intent on waiting until marriage but anyways he declined, kissed my hand then left.” I vomit my story out at the speed of light then wait for her response.

“Ah. I see.” is all she says.

“You see? You see what?” I panic a little at her crypticness.

“The both of you are just circling each other like a couple of cornered tigers.”

“Well, what do you suggest I do?"

“Kiss him. Take the lead and kiss him. My son is not shy but he isn’t quite as outgoing as you. And his dating history is rather short, at least that I know of.”

I mull over what she said as we begin setting the table for dinner. What if I read him all wrong and he really doesn’t like me? But, wait. His mother is implying she knows for a fact that he feels some type of way about me. Okie, then I’ll just go for it! But, wait! I haven’t kissed anyone outside of acting for a really long time. To be honest I have only kissed him in the past like four years. Wait, Aliah you are stupid. You already kissed him multiple times and it wasn’t so bad or awkward. But we were acting, real life is different. STOP! Just stop overthinking and just let it happen.

Dinner was pleasant and warm. Mama Ji made sure the table was filled with laughs and lots of stories about baby Wookie. I ate up each and every one.

After dinner Wook and I cleaned the kitchen letting Mama Ji wash up first. Wook suggested we go for a walk before we wash up.

[raibebe]

King of hearts

Genre: smut, fluff and a little angst, the holy trinity Words: 19,4k Prompt: fuckbuddy Yukhei x female reader feat best friend Jaehyun Warnings: smoking, oral (f and m receiving), general smut, squirting, sexting, alcohol, JohnTen, face fucking

A/N: Holy freaking shit, this beast took me over 2 months to finish but here it is! This was nowhere near supposed to be this length but things happened. Inspiration was basically me being stupid and thinking that Yukhei smoking was kind of hot… Also please never forget WayV as princesses. Very special thanks to @burtonized​. I love you Jo, thank you for listening to me whine for 2 months about this and reassuring me too keep going and giving me advice when I was stuck 🖤 Don’t mind me writing JohnTen into EVERY SINGLE ONE of my fics that’s not about Johnny.

Taglist: @kkakkdugi​, @pyo1x​, @ncteaxhoe​

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