vovoloyo

﹒✧˚ ༚ about me ༚˚✧﹒

⌇ 2007

⌇ professional gooner

⌇ draws every blue moon, posts them every stardust whisper

⌇ the nagano bear is my online persona

⌇ often busy w/ life + school, so pls be patient with requests( ;´ - `;)

🎐 ⊹₊ ⋆~ i write...ೃ࿔*:･

﹒✧ fluff / hurt-comfort

﹒✧ angst

﹒✧ headcanons & imagines

﹒✧ one-shots / mini fics

﹒✧ light smut

📎⊹₊ ⋆~ i don't write… ೃ࿔*:･

✗ heavy smut

✗ heavy gore

✗ incest / pedophilia / usual problematic things

✗ anything that makes me uncomfortable

✧˚ ༘ fandoms ༘˚✧

⌇ eleceed (active)

⌇ lookism (active)

⌇ whc 1 & 2 (active?)

⌇ killer peter (active?)

⋆｡°✩ final note ✩°｡⋆

thank you for being here (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)♡⸝⸝

i usually write whatever my current hyperfixations are and i often can’t respond to some requests because i either dont like the character or the concept bc im afraid i might not deliver full effort…

i hope my words bring you even a tiny bit of peace 🍵📷🦭ᝰ.ᐟ

feel free to explore, request, or just talk with me!! ꩜.ᐟ

sunset spilled across the floor, quiet and golden. you sat curled up on the windowsill, lost in thoughts—the ones that never asked for permission to enter, the unwelcome ones. it had been a while since you’ve had these thoughts, and you’ve kept them hidden well. but this time, your chest would only ache the more you kept it in; begging to let it out.

your chest is heavy, breathing inconsistent. looking out to the crimson, orange sunset only made you feel more overwhelmed. you sighed and turned your head down, letting your hair hide you like a veil.

it seemed like you were so deep in your thoughts that you never realized your fiancé was right beside you. from the outside you looked, calm. but kayden knew better.

he leaned onto the wall across from you, arms crossed with a curious look on his face. “what’re ya thinking about?” his voice soft and low, testing the waters. he noticed the sad energy radiating from you, intense—almost like he could feel it.

slowly looking up, unveiling your glossy and sad eyes.

silence, for the next few moments.

“well?” kayden asked again. “kayden” you called, almost a whisper. “yes sweetheart?”, “i’ve been having.. thoughts lately.” you repositioned yourself, now leaning against the window frame.

“and if i dont let it out, i think ill break.” your voice cracks, delicate hands hiding your face.

his expression softened, eyes low, fixated on you. a feeling that’s new, seeping into him like ink and water—slow but certain.

kayden walks over to you, his steps quiet, his demeanor calm, and his heart ready to comfort. he’s never had to comfort anyone—he didn’t need to.

but this was, you.

his sweetheart, his love, his everything, his fiancé.

his.

and youre crumbing into his arms that kept you stable, while you spilled everything. the past, things that kept you up at night, decisions, regrets, everything. the more you say the more tears fall, each one pulled something deep and buried.

as youre crying and pouring your heart out, kayden’s hands cupped your cheek, wiping away your tears wit his thumb. he still tries even if there were more tears that fell than he had thumbs. he’s trying. because for his love, he would do anything. even if he’s never done it before.

the rant was over, your chest feels lighter, breathing more controlled. the sound of kaydens heartbeat, the warmth of his chest, his slow and consistent breathing, was more comforting than anything else. kaydens not the type to talk to comfort, he shows it. and here, he’s doing it better than most without saying a word.

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｡𖦹°‧author’s note: heyyy guys!!! sorry if i haven’t been active lately, makes me feel very guilty staring at the unreplied requests in my inbox 😭 i wrote this short fluff/comfort scenario because i was free from school work. but i didn’t capture the request very well because i thought of combining two requests into one so yeh didnt turn out well 😀

Teasing (heavily implied)

He's not the type to rush into things. No, he likes drawing it out, seeing you squirm under his intense gaze. He also LOVES watching you breathe heavy and all sweaty waiting for him, ooohh it makes him soo riled up and if you're a strong awakener, it turns him on even more due to the fact that a strong person like you is trembling under his touch. He'll ghost his fingers over your skin, leaning in just enough to make you anticipate his next move, only to pull away at the last second with a smirk.

"Look at you.. a vulnerable hot mess just for me."

Lazy Dominant

Kayden is naturally dominant, both in real scenarios and bed. He's so effortlessly confident and hypnotizing it drives you crazy. During spicy moments, he would talk slow and low, his deep, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine.

He doesn’t rush—he doesn’t need to. Everything he does is deliberate, calculated, and laced with that signature arrogance that makes your breath hitch and your back arch. His eyes stay locked onto yours, unwavering, soaking in every little reaction, and his lips would curve into a smirk every time he's satisfied with something he's done to you.

"Relax," his lips just barely ghosting over your ear. "I’ve got you."

There’s something maddening about the way he takes his time, never giving too much, never giving too little—just enough to keep you on edge, completely at his mercy. His touch is firm yet teasing.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he enjoys every second of it. But sometimes, he’s just too lazy to put in the extra effort. “C’mere,” he says, patting his lap. “You do the work.”

Takes your teasing as a challenge

He's the king of teasing and would tease you 24/7. And if you try to tease him back? Oh, he would love that. He’ll let you play your little games, watching with a knowing grin. But the second you let your guard down? He flips the script instantly, pinning you with an intense look. “You really think you can outplay me?” His voice drops lower, he grabs onto you chin, a finger tracing your jaw down your neck “Cute.”

His kinks

He's the most strongest awakener, enjoys fighting, and he's teasy? You'd be stupid to think he doesn't have a knack for stimulating you with his electric control. If it was your first time with him, he would test the waters first by introducing it to you. And if it wasn't the first time or you're a strong awakener, he would use a higher intensity, and if you whined and complained, he would be like:

"Come on, you're whining at this much? I'll give you something to scream at."

okay if he's really feeling freaky, he would enjoy his hair being pulled occasionally. Especially if it's when he's marking your body. His favorite places to give you marks would be your collarbone and thighs. Maybe because he can see them when you're wearing a shirt or shorts.

ANNNDD the one thing that turns him on the most is seeing you all scratched up after a fight. He doesn't mean it as in *i want to see you hurt*, he just thinks that you look so hot fighting with effort and giving it your all. And if you were sparring with him, he would get so riled up watching you try to land a hit on him that you guys wouldn't even finish the fight. He'd just stop suddenly and the bedroom you guys go LOL

Aftercare

He won’t outright say “You okay?”, but he’ll pull you close, lazily playing with your hair, and say something like, “Damn. Didn’t think you could handle all that.” (He’s fishing for a reaction, don’t fall for it.) And you would always give him a flick on his forehead, but he would take it cuz he's *rough*

He takes aftercare seriously because he prioritizes your recovery after every session, he thinks of it as him recovering after every fight.

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The mall was as busy as usual, unlike this time, it was even busier during Christmas. As Veremonte and his grandsons--jurion, and Ian walk and laugh through the busy crowds, Ian suddenly stops at the santa claus meet and greet.

And that was when it happened.

A tiny girl in a full reindeer outfit stops in front of veremonte, her eyes going wide. Then—

"SANTA!!!" She shrieked.

Before they could react, she latched onto Veremonte’s coat like an octopus, "I knew you were real!" she gasped. "You have a beard! A big coat! And your laugh goes ‘HO HO HO’!"

Veremonte blinked in blankly. "....What?"

"Oh, this is fantastic," Ian whispered, already grinning from ear to ear.

Jurion, his eyes squinting "Kid, he’s not—"

The girl turned to Ian and gasped again. "AND YOU’RE AN ELF!!!!"

Ian struck a pose. "hell yeah i am. took you long enough to notice. Coolest elf in the North Pole." He ran his fingers through his hair, his other arm on his hips. "Actually, I’m also the elf on the shelf." he said with a smug face.

Veremonte sighed. "Ian."

".. You're not helping." Jurion smacked Ian's head. "OW, BUT HEAR ME OUT ON SOMETHING," jurion raised an eyebrow and listened to his brother.

A few moments later, veremonte finds himself sitting at Santa's meet and greet with a bright red Christmas hat on.

Every single kid at a 500 meter radius came together collectively to meet THE SANTA. One boy bounced excitedly. "Santa, santa!! can I have a kitten for Christmas?"

Veremonte mumbled, looking at his grandsons.

"I'm going to kill both of you"

And then they were seen giggling and running away from the grandpa.

The sound of water boiling, the air fryer's fan running, and the smell of brownies setting in the oven–which filled the cozy cottage that you settle in, called home. While you're busy wiping the countertops and turning over the partially cooked salmon, you hear the keys to the door jingle, indicating that your fiancé is home.

After turning off the stove top, you hurry to the front door to welcome kayden home with warmth that, he admits, feels different than anything that he's ever felt before.

"You're right on time! Dinner is ready, i made your favorite." you say to the tall figure towering over you, with his hands at the top of the door frame. "You know the way to my heart." kayden replied with a slight curve on his lips, his eyes soft on you.

Kayden looks down at the table, realizing there is only one meal. "Aren't you gonna eat, my love?" he asks while looking back up at you. "I got full after multiple taste testing," you chuckle at the long-haired man.

The table is set, the whole house is dim, and the two of you sitting facing each other at the dinner table–lit up by ambient lighting in the background of the kitchen.

“Okay, I’ll help myself then.” his smile soft.

As Kayden is enjoying his heart-filled dinner, he realized you have been staring at him for an odd amount of time. “How was today’s session?” you cut the silence with a question. “Like usual, jiwoo's getti..." kaydens ramble gradually becomes unfocused as your mind wander to things further.

You placed your hand on kaydens big, rough hands, and he's slightly startled by the sudden touch. Suddenly, the lingering smell of the kitchen wears off as kaydens fainting cologne invades your sense of smell instead. His eyes sharp and alert, his broad shoulders complementing his firm biceps, strands of his hair hanging over his forehead, and his lips. His lips, ever so delicate and peach, make you wanna devour him and kiss him all over.

"Is something bothering you?," kayden questioned while still lightly chewing.

A spark of curiosity lit his dark blue eyes as they met your own, which were wide with a feeling you couldn't hold back.

There was a pause that seemed too long.

Your gaze flickered between Kayden and the bedroom, a silent invitation lingering in your eyes, hinting at a desire left unspoken.

Your hair dangling over your shoulders, head tilted to one side increasing your cute stats, long lashes fluttering over glistening eyes, complementing your pinky cheeks.

This view of you is something else, causing him to pause his chewing, even slightly choking on his food. He withdraws his hand from your grasp, reaching for a tissue to wipe his mouth, his movements laced with nervousness and his warm cheeks matching yours.

Kayden exhales softly, setting his utensils down before rising up from his seat. Without a word, he effortlessly lifts you into his arms bridal-style towards the bedroom. As he strides towards the bedroom, you find your way to his hair, undoing his ponytail with a gentle tug.

Your eyes travel from his navy blue strands to his well-defined jaw, then to his smirk, filled with excitement and a hint of fluster.

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"Are we visiting your boyfriend? But I thought the waffle house closes at this time," your friend asked while her arms were tangled with yours. "Don't worry, I'll just grab some waffles today," you say gleefully to your friend, "you sure like waffles, i always see you ordering the same menu every time you order", "you're right" you sighed "maybe I'll try something new this time"

You and your friend walked through the almost-dead mall, directing to the waffle house on the ground floor. As you were chatting with your friend, suddenly a tall figure in the corner of your eye walks past you, and you immediately could tell it was your boyfriend.

On the other hand, peter had already sprinted back to the waffle house to open right back up before closing because he knew you were coming to order. He swiftly put his apron and cap on, preparing batter like his life depended on it. His finger hovering over the ordering tablet, right on top of your usual order, ready for your word. "Good afternoon, miss, the usual?" The young man asks, "Nope, I think I'll try the waffles with ice cream this time. Vanilla, please." You replied to the handsome cashier, but in return, he darts a confused and baffled look to you. "What?" Your brows furrowed, "nothing, miss." your boyfriend replies softly while entering your order on his tablet,then turning around to prepare your order.

While waiting for your order, your friend had already gone back home because of other matters. Sitting at a table in the corner of the café, you noticed your boyfriend glancing over to you but then quickly turned away when you caught him. His ears flushed a cute faint pink while you looked away, trying not to grin.

Sounds of utensils clinking, buttons pressing, and the opening and closing of the waffle maker filled the atmosphere while you scroll through pictures of you and peter. While admiring the photos, you decided to open the camera app to take a snap of your boyfriend working, but as soon as you aimed your camera towards his direction, he was already standing next to your table holding your waffles.

"Oh heyyy," you say while giving out an awkward laugh. "Come sit and eat with me. Let's catch up!". While you both were chatting and eating, suddenly you felt like the atmosphere changed, and your boyfriend too. He looked more attractive than ever, his broad shoulders complementing his muscular chest, the air-con slightly blowing his fringe, and it was just in time for the golden hour. He looked just like a painting. Your eyes glued onto him while your hands were reaching for your phone, wanting to capture this moment. Peter stopped his chatting when he noticed you were taking a photo of him and smiled shyly while holding your other hand on the coffee table.

"Are you taking a photo," pausing for a second, "or a video of me?" he asked impatiently, his dimples showing from his smile and his eyes glistening.