#must’ve been the wind idk

[bubzterr]

hmmm today i will try and make some silly edits (punished immediately for my hubris)

[withleeknow]

moonstruck.

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, angst if you squint; they're in love <3, mentions of menstruation, there's a bit about orpheus and eurydice so you're not familiar you might want to look it up beforehand idk, not as edited as i'd like. not a lot of warnings here tbh it's just pretty mild and mellow saur 🤷‍♀️ (also i don't exactly love this but i hope you'll still tolerate it anyway lol) word count: 4.7k playlist 🎧: moonstruck - enhypen // this is how you fall in love - jeremy zucker ft. chelsea cutler // pansy - taemin // tightrope - zayn

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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Minho is the kind of love that you thought only existed in movies and fairytales. Make-belief, too good to be true, out of reach.

When he rests his head on your shoulder, drifting in and out of sleep like he’s been doing for the past hour or so, you give into the urge to stare at him in wonder. An angel on earth, if there ever was one.

His long eyelashes that you could only dream to have, the slope of his nose, his pink pouty lips, his impeccably sharp jawline, and even his fluffy hair that’s ticking your cheek as you look at him as if you don’t get to see him like this every day. But that kind of beauty is something that demands to be showcased in the world’s most exquisite museum and admired by anyone who comes across it.

Minho is beautiful in every sense of the word.

And you adore him. You do. You love him with every single beat of your pathetic little heart and then some.

Surely, you must’ve saved a nation in one of your past lives to deserve someone as ethereal as him.

Turning your face to the side, you press a kiss against his forehead. The touch makes him stir awake, eyelids fluttering open as he groggily looks around and stretches out his limbs, in the limited space that he has anyway. His sleepy voice asks you, “Are we there yet?”

“Not yet. I think they said we still have about forty minutes before we land. Do you want to go back to sleep?”

Minho shakes his head, covering his mouth when a yawn forces its way out. He straightens his back to his full height sitting down, then slumps against the seat a little bit. He rests his cheek against the top of your head while his hands find one of your own to hold in his lap.

He rubs the skin of your fourth finger for a moment before he eventually stills, lightly snoring again while you look out the window, gazing at oddly shaped clouds and blues and the reflection of the sun on the waters below.

–

After you’ve checked into the hotel, freshened up and readied yourselves to explore the scenery, Minho takes you down to the beach. It’s a little chilly, spring hasn’t yet settled into summer. Even with a light jacket on, you still shiver every time the wind rushes by like it’s playing with the waters. But it’s nice – the sea breeze in your hair and the sunlight on your face, your lover by your side, his fingers intertwined with yours as you walk along the shore together. The blue of the sea almost blending in with the sky where they meet somewhere out there on the horizon. Seagulls flying overhead, families enjoying their relaxing vacation, children playing in the sand way down the shoreline where all you can make out are blurry silhouettes dancing about.

It’s paradise on earth. It’s an escape that you desperately needed. Exhilarated doesn’t even begin to describe how you felt when he told you that he’d booked a Jeju trip for your anniversary.

He’s always been the perfect partner. Always knows just the right thing to do for you whenever you need a pick-me-up. He may not seem like it, but Minho is beyond caring and considerate. He’s a man of few words but he certainly makes up for it with his actions.

“Hey,” he says, pointing somewhere ahead of you. “Remember what happened there?”

“Hmm?” Your eyes try to follow the direction of his finger, until they find a spot where two people are sitting, watching the water in front of them, content smiles passed between lips as they talk animatedly. “Didn’t you confess to me there?”

He smiles as the memory resurfaces in his mind. “Did you know I almost chickened out?”

You two started out as friends way before you got together.

Three years ago, just a few months after you’d both graduated from college, Minho asked you to go to Jeju island with him. You thought it was a little strange – though not that strange since you had been on trips with him before, but it was always in a group setting with all of your other friends. Never just the two of you.

Nonetheless, you agreed. You wanted to get out of the city anyway. You needed a change of scenery to clear your head and to recharge. Everything was starting to become too much for you - being 22 and in limbo. You felt like you kept falling behind no matter what you did. Everyone was moving forward and you were running in place no matter how hard you tried to get out of that slump.

Everyone around you was outgrowing you and your little life, and all you could do was pretend you were fine.

It was one of the lowest you’d ever felt, and you suppose that was why you said yes to Minho’s invitation. A vacation didn’t seem like it would help much, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

A few days away, with nothing but the sun and the sea to help you get out of your own head.

A tropical paradise and Minho. It wasn’t the end of the world. There were worse things you could think of.

That, and the fact that there had always been something between you and him. Not crazy sexual tension or anything, but just enough of a noticeable spark. An inkling of something that neither of you ever acted upon.

“Did you?” you ask. “Didn’t you plan the whole trip back then to confess?”

“What? No. Why would I willingly do that when you could’ve rejected me? Then I would’ve been stuck in a hotel with you and on the plane ride back.”

You squint at him. “Then why did you take me on that trip?”

Minho shrugs. “Friendship trip to cheer you up.”

Years with him and he still makes you feel as warm as he did the first time you kissed. You gaze at him with what must be the world’s most lovestruck look plastered on your face. You reach up to press your lips to the corner of his mouth, then watch as a blush spreads across his cheeks.

“You did confess though,” you argue.

“Well, yeah, but that wasn’t planned,” he tells you. “You just... We were sitting right there,” he tips his chin toward the same spot again, “and you had my jacket on because you were cold. You were watching the sunset and you looked so pretty. I couldn’t help it. Almost chickened out though.”

You stop walking, and this makes him stop too. Minho glances at you with his head slightly tilted, wearing a puzzled expression.

“You never told me that,” you say.

“You never asked.”

Pouting, you tug him toward you until he’s close enough for you to wrap your arms around his neck. Minho is good, so incredibly good for you that sometimes you can’t possibly fathom how you even deserve him. He never meant to get anything out of it; he just saw that you were struggling and wanted to make it better for you.

Maybe you didn’t do a very good job at pretending, not if Minho could see right through you.

Before him, you had a fear of heights. Not the literal kind, but rather the kind of heights that often accompanies big leaps, big changes. A fear of falling, maybe that would be more accurate. Falling and failing and hitting rock bottom with no way to climb back up. A fear that you would always be stuck with this life forever, trapped in an existence you never asked for. A fear that no effort to escape your reality would be enough, and you’ll always be trailing ten steps behind even if you try twenty times as hard.

You pull him down so you could properly kiss him, your lips slotting together perfectly like he was made for you, like he’s the only person you’re ever meant to kiss in this lifetime. You can taste his smile, minty and happy as he moves against your mouth, his arms sliding around your waist to hold you to his body by the small of your back.

“If I had known,” Minho pulls away slightly, mumbling against your lips, “telling you that would get me brownie points, I would’ve told you ages ago.”

You roll your eyes with affection.

“So all this time,“ he says, “you thought I asked you on that trip just to get into your pants?”

“You did get into my pants on that trip!”

“Let me remind you that I only wanted to do something nice for you. You were the one who almost jumped my bones right then and there after I said I liked you.”

You slap his chest as he throws his head back in a hearty laugh. Minho takes your hand in his once more as he drags you along, savoring the cool sea breeze and the golden daylight dancing on glittering waters before the sun bids you goodbye.

Minho is the kind of love that makes you want to curl up into a ball and ugly cry for an hour straight.

In a good way, of course. In the best way possible.

So that’s what you do, on a fine Tuesday afternoon, sitting on a couch surrounded by three cats as you wait for him to come home, perfectly sheltered from the harsh sun outside.

He returns eventually, toward the end of your crying session. When he sees the pile of tissues on the coffee table, soaked with your tears and snot, his heart nearly falls out of his ass.

Minho drops everything, rushing to you like you’re on the verge of spontaneous human combustion because clearly, this is a normal reaction to have when you come home to a girlfriend who’s been sobbing in the dark for god knows how long.

That, and the fact that said girlfriend doesn’t cry very often. Not by herself and certainly not in front of others.

Doesn’t mean that you’re immune to the occasional bouts of tears whenever shark week closes in, though.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Another rush of tears breaks as you look at him. You wipe your eyes and your nose with the tissue you’re currently holding, before throwing it on the table to join the pile you’ve accumulated.

You launch yourself forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. The sudden force takes him aback, makes him gasp a little.

He freezes as you cling to him like a desperate koala, before his hands slowly land on your back, rubbing slowly, hesitantly, as though he’s afraid he’s hurting you.

“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?”

“PMS,“ you hiccup your answer out, to which Minho only responds with a relieved Ah, his hands now moving more assuredly on your body.

“Anything hurt? Sore?”

“No. Just… missed you today. Love you a lot.”

There’s something saccharine in his gaze when he pulls back and regards you with his big doe eyes, softened and endeared, yet there’s still a twinkle of mischief peeking through the sugary glaze.

He moves to make himself comfortable next to you on the couch but still makes sure to keep a hand on you so you don’t grow impatient.

Once he’s effectively squished between you and the armrest of the sofa, he says, “You missed me so much that you started crying? You could’ve texted me, or called. I would’ve come home sooner, crybaby.”

“I didn’t cry because I missed you. I cried because I love you.”

He pretends to think for a moment. “I honestly can’t tell if I should be offended or not.”

You jab a finger at his ribs.

Sure, the mere thought of Minho brings tears to your eyes sometimes. It’s not really a secret anymore.

There’s something about him, just him, how wonderful he is and how all of the stars in the sky must have aligned themselves to make you and him happen. He’s the love of your entire life, there’s never been any doubt about it. Your other half, perfect for you.

You’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and you’re positive that you will never feel this way about anyone ever again. Your love for him runs so deep, so powerful that it overwhelms you at times, drowns you in nothing but affection for him and only him. A love that spreads like wildfire through your calm and sacred forest.

It’s cliché beyond words, that one day you would be having these thoughts about someone. You used to watch this kind of sentiment romanticized in movies, used to cringe and laugh at sappy lines in books and TV shows though there was always a part of you that longed for that kind of love.

You didn’t talk about it often, not even with the people closest to you. You always found it a little embarrassing to admit that you wanted love. To love and to be loved. There was something so utterly vulnerable in the act of yearning and isn’t it such a scary thing? To be vulnerable? You never saw the appeal in showing someone the deepest, darkest parts of you.

What if they leave? What if you bare yourself to someone and they deem you not worth staying for? How would you come back from that kind of rejection?

You suppose it always held you back - the fear of being open that goes hand in hand with the fear of being left behind. Maybe you have more fears than you’d like to admit.

Then came Minho.

No, that doesn’t sound right.

He didn’t come crashing into your life like a tidal wave and unraveled your every belief.

He was always there by your side, a calming presence that you could lean on when things got tough. A friend, a solid foundation. He’s the relief after every monsoon, the first day of sun after a long and harsh winter.

He saw you for who you were, all the messiest parts of you, and loved you anyway. In spite of your mess? Because of your mess.

He taught you that love isn’t always extravagant gestures and grand declarations that Shakespeare would applaud.

Love is acceptance. Love is staying with you on your gloomiest days and holding your hand through your dreariest moments. Love is lingering glances by the doorway before he goes to work because you’re half asleep but you’re still trying to reach for him even in your dreams.

It’s sharing joys and burdens alike. Reminders to eat and gentle wake-up calls. A photo of you in his wallet, a silly picture of him as your phone’s wallpaper. Giggling with him after he tells a joke not because of the punchline itself, but because his manic chortle is even funnier.

Love is Minho cradling your face in one hand and holding onto your shaking fingers with the other, his steady gaze holding yours, and his voice whispering gently in the darkest of nights, “Your storm is my storm.”

At the end of the day, love is pretty simple. Love is him.

“Do you ever think about Orpheus and Eurydice?”

Minho laughs, the sound vibrating where you lay your head, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing the skin of your waist over your shirt. “No, I don’t think about Orpheus and Eurydice.”

You figured as much.

Your fingers trace invisible patterns on his chest as you hum your acknowledgment. Then you ask, “If it was me, if you were Orpheus, would you look back?”

His hands pause their ministrations, a little taken aback by the question you suppose. Your brain tends to pingpong between the most random things sometimes.

“You know,“ he says with an even voice, though the corner of his mouth still curls upward in amusement. “Other people just ask the worm thing.”

“The worm thing is boring. And we both know you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm.”

“You wouldn’t love me if I was a worm either.”

“That’s true. I don’t like worms,” you agree, chuckling while your boyfriend scoffs. “Answer the question, would you look back?”

There’s no right answer because you’re not expecting a correct response. It’s a hypothesis that can never be tested because you aren’t a nymph and Minho isn’t a bard with the ability to sway all life with his music. It’s a silly thought but it’s one that you’re curious about nonetheless, just to hear what he would say. Why not?

You’ve read many interpretations of the tragedy. In some, Orpheus hears Eurydice stumble and turns to catch her fall. In others, he can’t hear her at all. The story will forever be among your favorites, one of the things that never fails to turn you inside out no matter how many times you mull over it.

Minho is quiet for a moment. You think he’s about to shoot back with a witty retort that he always has up his sleeves, probably something about how he would find a loophole and trick his way out of the deal, or that he would personally fistfight Hades to get you out of the underworld. This wouldn’t surprise you at all.

Instead, he says, “Yes, I would look back.”

But regardless of how you choose to view the myth, the ending does not change. Orpheus always turns around.

He turns around because he loves her.

Minho’s fingers slip under your shirt to brush your bare skin, angling his head sideways so he could kiss your forehead. 

Maybe he’s just saying it for the sake of being romantic, for the sake of saying what seems to be the right thing. It’s an answer that you can never give substance to, but you believe him with all your heart.

You believe him. You do.

“If it’s you, I would look back.”

Minho is the kind of love that eclipses the sun and dims the light of the moon. The kind of love that drowns out all the noise and makes everything a little more bearable. Not just the most horrible things – your fears and struggles alike – but even the smallest, most mundane things.

If there’s one thing that you absolutely hate, it’s the smell of nail polish. You hate the way it lingers in the air even after the bottle has been capped, hate how the smell of toluene stains your fingertips even after washing your hands several times with scented soap.

Though, the only time you try to tolerate it is when Minho convinces you to stay in and pamper each other. Pizzas that he picks up for dinner and tiramisu ice cream for dessert. Face masks and fancy candles that you save for special occasions. SoonDoongDori napping on various surfaces in your living room, an old vinyl playing from the record player he got you for your first birthday you shared together after you started dating.

You each take turns doing the other’s nails on the carpeted floor. It’s become somewhat of a tradition that you indulge in every month, where you would spend cozy Friday evenings indoors just because neither of you can be assed to indulge in a “proper“ date night. Being hermits together sounds infinitely more appealing to you than any other alternative.

“I’m not done,” you say, snatching Minho’s hand back after he pulls it away to admire your work. You blow on his fingers to make sure that the layer of black polish you applied earlier is dry, then you’re reaching for a bottle of beige polish sitting amongst the ones scattered on the floor. You take a tiny brush from the nail kit - one that’s rarely ever touched because neither of you knows how to do nail art - and dip it into the sand-colored polish.

“What are you doing?“ he asks, watching as you trace some squiggly lines on his middle finger, the lighter color settling nicely on top of the black even if he has no idea what you’re trying to draw. “What is that?”

“Soonie,” you say simply. “When you flip people off, you can show them Soonie.”

You don’t need to look at him to know that his attention is fixed on you even though he doesn’t give you a response. You feel his gaze on the side of your face, soft and warm and never leaving for even a second. He doesn’t say anything while you work though, maybe he doesn’t want to mess up your concentration while you’re so engrossed in what you’re doing. He only chuckles at your answer, then nothing afterward.

You don’t mind the lack of conversation. It helps you focus better on what you’re doing because you’re no artist by any means. You can’t draw to save your life, let alone master something as intricate as nail art, but this is therapeutic. It’s perfect to help you unwind after a long week - doodling your beloved cat on your boyfriend’s nails while Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls sets the ambience. You’ll get the ice cream when you’re done with your impromptu project, along with a little headache from inhaling too much of the polish scent perhaps, but isn’t that a small price to pay?

You take your sweet time with the teeny tiny details, like Soonie’s delicate whiskers and the darker strips of fur on his face. He still turns out a little wonky, a little lopsided here and there but it’s not like you expected it to turn out like a Picasso.

The real Soonie seems to sense a disturbance in the force when he wakes up from his nap and saunters toward you curiously. You pick him up and sit him in your lap so he doesn’t come too close to the fresh polish on Minho’s nails. “Look,” you say with a proud smile, pointing toward the small cat doodle. “That’s you.”

He studies it for a moment, focused on your portrayal of him but then he’s quick to decide that he’s not interested anymore before wiggling away from your lap to go join Doongie on the couch. You chuckle lightly, watching him as he walks off, wondering if this is what it will feel like when your future children enter their teenage years.

When you turn back to Minho, he’s still staring at you, a dazed look in his eyes as he blinks slowly, his hand resting limply on his thigh.

“What?” you ask. “Do you not like–”

“Marry me.”

The rest of your question dies in your throat, wilting away like cherry blossoms when summer nears. He doesn’t break eye contact, still that dreamy gaze when he peers at you. Nothing has ever changed in the way that he looks at you.

For a moment, you’re too stunned to speak. You think anyone would be when their boyfriend drops a proposal out of nowhere while you’re doing each other’s nails in your comfiest sweatpants.

Everything that you’ve been afraid of comes bubbling to the surface, every doubt, every fear, even every fleeting insecurity. They manifest as a ringing in your ears, a buzzing in your head that makes it hard to think about anything at all.

But then he shuffles closer, closer and closer until his warm breath fans your cheek, his nose nudging your cheekbone gently. It’s similar to what Doongie does sometimes when you’re lounging in bed and he just wants some love.

When Minho takes your hand and laces your fingers together in his lap, everything stills. The rumbling comes to a halt, the distant thunder fading slowly into the background of your mind palace until it’s reduced to mere white noise. “Marry me,“ he says again, and his voice is so tender that you ache. Tender and sweet and so full of wonderful adoration. If you ever have to describe what love sounds like, you would say it’s him and his voice, right here and right in this exact moment.

“A little dramatic to propose just because I drew your cat.”

He chuckles, presses a kiss to your cheek before he ducks down to deliver another kiss on the side of your neck. Then he pulls back, just enough to get a clear view of you and your now glassy eyes.

“Bottom drawer in our bedroom,” he tells you. You can’t lie; you have half a mind to leave him here and go check. “I bought the ring two months ago, but I knew I wanted to marry you two years before that. I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to do it but I realized the perfect moment doesn’t exist, because every minute I spend with you is perfect. I love you so much. It’s not because you drew me my cat, by the way. I think I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you.

“I love your weird brain and your blanket-hogging ass. I love that you’re crazy enough to listen to a song literally over a thousand times without getting bored. I even love you when you set ten alarms in the morning and still manage to sleep through all of them. I know you hate your smile but it’s my favorite smile in the world. Did you know my favorite color is the color of your eyes? The best part of my day is when I get to come home to you and the kids waiting for me. I want all of you forever. I promise I’ll love you twice as much on days that you don’t love yourself. When we’re old and gray and we look like raisins, I’ll let you go first so you won’t have to spend a single day alone. I’ll–” He stops when you let out a teary giggle, no bite in his voice at all when he says, “Please don’t laugh at me during my big romantic speech.” 

It only makes you laugh harder, though it’s just as emotional. If you focus on the other part of his sentence, you’ll only crumble into a million pieces right here.  “How very romantic of you to include the visual of us as raisins in your speech.”

Minho rolls his eyes – fondly, of course. When he pretends to squirm away from you, you tug him back by the collar of his shirt to plant an apologetic kiss on his lips which he eagerly accepts.

“Please continue,” you say, smiling against his mouth. “Tell me all the ways that you’ll love me.”

“You ruined it. I retract my proposal,” he grumbles, but his arms betray his words when they tighten around your frame, holding you close to him to steal another kiss. Then another, and another, until your faces are wet with tears and you realize that you’re both crying.

“I’m sorry,” you say through sniffles and tears. “Please keep going.”

“Make it up to me first.”

“How?”

“Marry me,” he repeats a final time. “I’ll give you a better speech on our wedding day.”

Years and years from now, when you’re old and gray and look like raisins – as he so poetically put it – you’ll remember this moment down to every miniscule detail. How the cats’ peace is disturbed by your tearful giggles and the strange look they give you before wandering out of the room, in favor of somewhere without two crying idiots. How the record starts skipping but neither of you can be bothered to do anything about the obnoxious sound. How the material of his shirt feels when you bunch the fabric in your hands because you need to kiss him, need him to be as close as humanly possible.

You’ll remember the sob that he hiccups when you tell him through choked up whispers, “Yes, I’ll marry you,” and how his lips feel when they tremble against your skin. You’ll remember the way he holds onto you like a lifeline, because he’s always been your salvation for as long as you’ve known him. You’ll remember what happens after, later that night when he finally slips the ring onto your finger. The words he whispers into the crook of your neck, “You mean the world to me,” and the emotions in his voice when you both realize this is the start of the rest of forever.

You’ll remember everything, all of it, every clumsy touch and every graceless kiss. Ugly crying on the floor and yet, it’s more perfect than anything you can ever dream of.

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[mingtinysworld]

Lock your windows

Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre: smut, "dark" romance

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: After a discussion with your experimental boyfriend, you two are able to play out one of your long awaited fantasies

Warnings: MDNI, CNC, "stalker" wooyoung, role playing?? oral (m/f receiving), fingering, mention of a safe word, it seems noncon but just read til the end please trust me😭

Network: @newworldnet

A/n: idk why but the idea of wooyoung being a stalker is so hot to me. I also know he would be such an experimental partner to have, it's driving me insane. I need him so very badly

You and your friends screech in laughter as someone says something hilarious. You and your friend group have been out for a couple hours now, drinking, eating, shopping, just having the best night out ever. The air is warm and stale, the humidity making your hair puff up in frizziness.

As you stumble along the path in your black high heels and sparkly silver dress you stand out, like a shiny pearl in the ocean. The glitter makes shadows on the dimly lit walls, making the light bounce off. You start laughing at something again when you suddenly stop.

A shiver slithers up your spine and makes the hairs of your nape stand up in alarm. Your friends realize you’re not following them anymore and they stare in confusion. They ask if you’re ok but you’re too busy looking around, trying to find the source of the eerie feeling.

You can’t seem to find anything in the shadows and tentatively take steps forward. Your friends look at each other with raised eyebrows but choose to shrug it off. You keep walking but you don’t say anything until you reach your doorstep. They say goodnight and leave you to your apartment.

You walk in and throw yourself on the cushiony couch, resting your eyes from exhaustion. You tap your foot quietly and hum a random tune that’s been stuck in your head all day when you hear a distant clatter from the direction of your bedroom and your eyes shoot open and foot stops tapping. You stand up curiously and walk towards your room.

As you walk in you can feel a cold breeze and you blink in confusion. You see that your window is wide open, blinds pulled apart. You don’t remember leaving your window open but you must’ve been in a rush and didn’t even realize. You shake your head at your inattentiveness and close it shut. You return to your spot on the couch and shut your eyes once more.

There’s clattering coming from the same direction again and you sit up in alarm this time. You warily go to your room, trying to inspect what the noise is. You see the window is open again, making the curtain billow in the wind.

“What the fuck.” You exclaim. You’re convinced you’re going crazy. You’re sure you closed it, but maybe the day is really getting to your head. You take a step and are thrown down to the ground in an instant. You gasp from the impact, managing to catch yourself on your elbows, but your knees are on fire from the carpet burn.

You try to turn on your back and find that your movements are restricted from a weight on your lower back. It feels like a boot is pressing you down, pushing the air out of your lungs. You breathe in tightly and your whole body tenses. You whimper in pain and the pressure lifts a little and you sigh in relief.

“Hi my love, we finally meet.” The stranger speaks with a low tone.

“W-who are you?” You wheeze out.

“I’m your lover of course, who else would I be?” He says matter of factly. You furrow your eyebrow in confusion.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You try to talk without your voice betraying your fear. He chuckles at that and completely removes his boot.

“Oh you’ll understand what I mean soon.”

He reaches down to turn you over. As you lay on your back in the dark room, you observe his face as best you can, the only light provided being the single lamppost outside. He has long jet black hair and dark glimmering eyes. His nose has a perfect point and his mouth is turned up at the corners in a sneer.

He also studies you in turn. Your beauty up close does not compare to the months of watching you from afar. The hundreds of photographs hanging in his room pale in comparison. He’s filled with so much pure excitement at seeing you face to face finally.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. For the day I get to caress your face, for the day I get to hear your sinful noises brought out by me. I’ve been very, very patient and this is my reward.” He looks into your eyes deeply, as if he’s mentally willing you to believe his words.

You feel a shiver go up your spine as you realize that the man is completely serious. He truly believes his delusions and it isn’t up for a discussion. He looks down at his silver watch, as if he’s on a mission. With a growing dread and arousal you realize that he is on a mission.

You are the mission.

You continue to stare at him with wide, fearful eyes as he straddles your still form. He leans into your neck and just stays there, nose taking in your scent deeply. He inhales and exhales and groans quietly. With his mouth muffled against your collarbone, he speaks.

“I can just smell the arousal coming off of you. You really love this huh.” You let out a small whimper at that and he raises his head.

“Don’t worry angel, Wooyoung is here to take care of you. I got you.” He speaks with a promising tone.

He leans in once more and he can feel your rapid heartbeat, which only aids in exciting him further. He kisses you with ease, almost intimately, caressing your bare arms and leaving goosebumps in his wake. You try to use your knee to push him off and he growls into your open mouth. The sweet kiss turns into an animalistic one. He gropes your breasts and kisses you breathless. As he rocks back and forth across your abdomen you can feel his growing bulge.

You feel your cunt throb emptily, needing something you’re too ashamed to admit. You submit to his feverish kisses and try to relax your body. He notices the change and grins in response.

“There you are, my love. Let’s get to the bed, shall we? I’d rather take you on a softer material.” He mockingly pouts and furrows his eyebrows. He lifts you up with ease and gently sets you on the bed. His hands settle underneath your shirt, slightly tickling your stomach. You squirm in hopes that he touches you sometime soon, or else you’ll explode.

He trails down your body, reaching your flimsy shorts and teasingly blows air on you. You buck your hips instinctively and he holds you down, clucking his tongue in disapproval.

“Nuh uh baby, I thought you were gonna be good for me?” He cocks his head sideways, questioning you.

“Yes, yes, I will, I promise.” You babble, feeling fucked out already.

He gives you a soft smile and rubs your thighs soothingly before landing a harsh smack. Your body jolts in reaction but you manage to hold in your yelp. Without wasting another second he pulls your shorts aside and dives in.

You muffle your moan into the palm of your hand, feeling like you need to scream. The stimulation is making you feel relief but so much torture at the same time. Wooyoung’s expert tongue is lapping up your slick, almost like a hungry animal and when he looks up at you, his gaze is as sharp as a predator.

His finger finds your clit with ease and twists and pulls as you mewl pathetically. Not once does he come up for air, he practically buries his head in your pussy, prodding his tongue into every crevice.

“You taste so sweet mmhh.” Wooyoung moans into your pussy, sending vibrations up your body. He digs his fingers into your hips, holding you even closer. You have to bite on your hand now to keep yourself quiet. He slightly bites down on your clit and you let out a shriek. Your body jolts up and you cum with a shuddering breath.

He finally removes himself from you and stares down at the state of your cunt. It’s a sopping wet mess, covered in spit and slick. His face is also covered in your juices, and he greedily licks up what he can. You close your eyes in an attempt to recover, but it’s interrupted by his fingers.

He rams two fingers deep into you until he’s knuckle deep. He finds your g-spot immediately and you see stars, making you hold on to his wrist in a desperate attempt, but he simply pins your hand to your side. You grind your hips deeper into his fingers, needing to feel more. He reads your mind and adds in a third finger.

You moan at the stretch and clamp around him. He looks at your face intently, watching your screwed up face of pleasure. He wastes no time adding a final fourth finger. You gasp at the sensation and convulse from the intensity. Your whole body shakes as you reach the peak of your climax. You cry out and gush around Wooyoung’s slender fingers and he fucks you through your orgasm.

You groan lightly, feeling the energy escape your body. Wooyoung softly caresses your stomach to bring you down and you close your eyes and breathe out. He crawls to you slowly, and you open one eye from feeling the dip of the mattress.

Wooyoung takes your hand and puts it over his hardened bulge. He grinds into your hand slowly, letting out groans of satisfaction. Due to your exhaustion he chooses to go easy on you. He pulls down his pants and gets closer to your awaiting mouth. He slides in slowly, only going halfway. You let your mouth go slack and have him use you gently. He moves in and out, poking the inside of your cheek occasionally. You land a soft hand on him once more and attempt to help out. He throws his head back and enjoys the sensation of your warm mouth.

With a few more soft thrusts he pulls out of your mouth and cums all over your breasts. Once he comes down from his high he grabs towels to clean you up. He gently dabs at your used cunt and slick thighs, including your now cum stained breasts. You feel sleep calling your name and let out a content sigh. Wooyoung notices and lets out a giggle whilst cuddling up to your side.

"Thank you for trusting me baby." He expresses his gratitude by giving small pecks to your face.

"I told you I wouldn't have to use my safe word. You were perfect." You mumble, only half awake.

"I know love, but it's always good to be prepared. It would kill me if I ever hurt you." He speaks reverently, like you're a goddess to worship.

You give him a grunt of acknowledgement to let him know you're still listening even though your tired body is screaming for sleep. Wooyoung looks at your serene face, remembering how wild and frenzied you had looked only moments prior. Before you're completely out he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"I guess this is what happens when you don't lock your windows baby."

[sukunas-wife]

I'm in desperate need of sukuna just catering to his pregnant wife. Like he's being too careful, caring and overall really really cautious around her. I just need some sweet stuff between the two. Idk how it'll happen but it must, and I think you'll be the perfect person for it♡♡♡ i love your work sm istg i could just smoosh u into a big hug, reading your posts just makes me all giddy and melt. thank you in advance!!!

Stop Ilysm 🥺🤍 imma do my best 🥹

In no way was Ryomen Sukuna a domestic man, much less a man who would show mercy or an ounce of emotion. Yet here he stood, both sets of arms crossed over his chest hard stare following your waddle around the garden, his face was void of emotions but internal something was ignited. Subconsciously, his body led him to find you almost always when he would wander about aimlessly in thought. Here he was, standing on the engawa. His eyes ran over your body, the small swell in your tummy was a pain in his ass but there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to ensure your safety and his child’s. He was lucky you hadn’t noticed him or you’d probably demand something from him and there he would have to go to please you.

The cold rush of air on his skin didn't bother him, but he saw how you shivered, tucking your hands into the sleeves of your robes resting them on your swollen belly. You were persistent and stubborn it didn't surprise when the second rush of wind came and you side eyed the empty air as if threatening a being. You sighed continuing your walk in the garden, fingers grazing the flowers of the garden. The garden you had begged him to make because it had been your dream to have a lavish royal garden of your own. He remembers the first time he allowed you out of his sight, he found you sitting on a stone bench under the shade of a blooming sakura tree, you must’ve felt like one of those silly little princesses with how you slowly lifted your hand to catch falling blooms.

You felt the shift in the air but weren’t bothered to turn around and greet him, you were busy on your little adventure. You were looking for the perfect place, you kept walking until you came to a decent open space, in the centre was a ring of bushes. Staring at the space you started to space out thinking only pulled back to reality by your husband when he draped his Haori over your shoulders. He stood behind you, a pair of arms around you carefully tying it closed. His scent and warmth lingered over your skin when he stepped away, you looked back over your shoulder and up at him. He was looking past you at the bushes you were staring at, one of his left hands rested on your left shoulder. He brought a right hand up to his face, squeezing his cheek bones and running his hand down his face like he was thinking, “what have you decided?” You hummed, “A plum tree right there, as our child grows so will the tree, when he’s old enough to eat fruit it’ll start to bloom.” Sukuna didn’t understand the sentiment behind having your child grow up with his or her own tree. In the end one of them would die and they would have to part ways. “Uraume” “Yes Lord Sukuna.” It was an unspoken command. It was one of many he’d be giving for the next few months.

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“…su?” Your voice was lost in the dark before you tried to sit up whispering, “..sukuna.. kuna… suuuu.” You laid a hand on your husband's chest rubbing circles, he took a slow deep breath opening his eyes to look at you. “Yes y/n?” Your hand trailed to his lower shoulder trailing down his arm and taking his hand holding it in your lap between both of your smaller hands in comparison. “I..I’m hungry..” he was looking at you with soft lidded eyes. His lower set of eyes opened when he sat up the arm he had wrapped around you in his sleep and moved to rub your side, he did his best to whisper “What do you need?” He never asked what do you want like it was a bothersome request, but rather what do you need like it was something necessary for you to keep living. “I want the melon from that fruit stand in the village. The one they had at the top in a small crate…” his mouth opened slightly like he was going to say something. Because here’s the thing, he bought that melon when he saw your eyes linger on it a little too long. But at the moment Uraume wasn’t there and he didn’t wanna carry around a small crate while he had things to do so he told the Vendor he would be back for it, and if he tried to sell it or let anything happen to it, it would be his life for that melon. He closed his mouth, “I…” he moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, “I’ll be right back.” You sat there rubbing your belly when he left, it didn’t feel like long considering the King of Curses was inhumanely fast. What took him longer was rummaging through the fruit vendor's stand looking for that cursed crate and melon. Finally he found it tucked away with a note in beg red characters, “LORD SUKUNA DO NOT DAMAGE DO NOT SELL AT ANY EXPENSE THE EMPEROR'S PREGNANT WIFE CAN STARVE IF IT SPARES MY LIFE.” He laughed to himself, a smug smile on his face, “These fools do have brains, how refreshing.”

He made it home and had your ladies in waiting bring you to the table, there he cracked open the crate showing you the perfect honeydew melon that had a thin layer of condensation making it look like the night dew had blessed it. Your tummy growled and your eyes shined bright for everyone to see. It was funny to see the melon on a red cushion in the crate before Sukuna carefully pulled it out and placed it on a wooden slab asking how you wanted it. You told him to cut it into slices, you watched him turn down the knife a lady in waiting offered him only to use to dismantle. It was faster, cleaner and efficient, he chose the best piece shaking off the seeds and handing it to you. You bought into it and it was the best thing in the world, until you finished your third piece and decided you didn’t want it anymore you were full and it started to taste funny. Your ladies in waiting giggled and Sukuna sighed when they started to clean it up, they decided to save the rest for you if you started craving it for at least the next two days.

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It wasn't long after that night, you found yourself awake at another ungodly hour of the night. You felt queasy and quickly jumped out of bed, rushing to the large washroom Sukuna loved to bathe in. You grabbed one of the brand new chamber pots the ladies in waiting had bought at Sukuna’s command for when you'd get sick in the morning. You thought you were alone but there was your husband, one arm rubbing your back, the other stilling your chalky hands, the second pair braiding your hair back and out of the way. Following you immediately he snapped at one of the servants to bring water and something to settle your stomach if it was needed. For now he provided the best comfort he could. His warm hands on your cold back and shaky hands might not have stopped your nausea but it was comforting to know he was there with you even if he could’ve just rolled over and slept. You would’ve kissed him or at least his cheek if you didn’t feel so dirty and your tummy didn’t ache and feel empty in a weird way.

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Here stood the King of Curses, it was past midday. He was lucky your cravings were during daylight this time but what he didn't understand was why you wanted to top your dango with crumbled salted egg yolk and mochi with dried squid topping. It made him sick and he was more than willing to eat raw human flesh. He sat there making sure the waiter never let your cup empty or your plates void of food but he stopped when you tried to top fried squid with a chocolate and red bean paste.

“Enough y/n, you will make yourself nauseous before the morning nausea starts tomorrow.” His voice and look were stern and authoritative which caused you to pout, “…fine.”

Of course that didn’t stop you from packing your left over into a little wooden bento box to take home.

So when you were hungry after being carried over half of the trip home you decided to eat that sinful concoction you called a meal. Just to find your bento had been tampered with and only had red bean paste buns and chocolate mochi. Your puffed out cheeks match your belly perfectly when you went around looking for Sukuna. Only to barge in on him having a conversation with Kenjaku. “Where’s my squid!” Kenjaku was surprised someone had the gall to raise their voice and be so demanding with the king of curses, “Not now Y/n” Sukuna tried to give you a look to tell you now isn’t an appropriate time, that didn’t stop you from getting closer seeing Kanjaku’s look of surprise when he saw your stomach swollen and prominent. The King of Curses’s wife was indeed pregnant meaning it was entirely possible for a curse to impregnate a human… but could a human.. “I told YOU I wanted that squid!” Your teary eyes had Sukuna’s eye twitching his mind was Screaming ‘dammit woman out of all the times you could cry and make a scene and walk out like THAT it had to be in front of this deranged man-?” He cleared his throat “URAUME- Yes Lord Sukuna.”

Uraume was quick to fry up squid for you, fresh, hot and crispy. It was perfect. His jaw dropped when he saw how you squeezed a drop of red bean paste and chocolate mochi filling on the squid just to take a bite. He also didn’t hesitate in running at you with one of the brand new chamber pots when all of your lunch came back up with that cursed squid. Your husband walked in and sighed, he looked at you as you wiped your mouth, “What did I tell you.” You avoided eye contact, “To not..” he placed a hand on your back rubbing up and down your spine, Uraume was quick to bring water.

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Finally, here was Sukuna kneeling in front of you between your legs. You were close to birthing so this had become a very common position for you. Your robes were open and he was listening to your stomach. He could hear very clearly and distinct your heart beat from your child’s. That little heart beat was strong and present no doubt his child. You always ran your hand over his hair, your nails scratching his scalp and he’d humm before finally pulling back. Spreading oil over his hands. All those Japanese Camellia seeds he forced servants to gather and extract oil from because you’d become self conscious of your body and the marks in your skin where your skin was stretching. He’d kneel there between your legs, warm hands rubbing your belly, sides, breasts and thighs down with the oil that everyone had sworn would help you prevent and recover from stretch marks. As much as he’d like to have advanced on you in these situations, he would've been doing this for your last trimester daily. There was no doubt in his mind he would’ve induced early labour, so there he sat pent up but tending to your silly little self conscious needs. Honestly, how could you think yourself ugly when he thought you looked perfectly swollen with his child. If he chose you, why would you belittle yourself? He doesn’t choose and take things that don’t meet his ridiculously high standards. So he doesn’t understand why all of a sudden the change in your mindset. But he’s here with you muttering comforting words against your stomach and thighs if it help you truly understand how he feels about you.

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

Hiya hiya! Once again congratulations on 500! I was wondering if I could request a fic with Isagi and handholding! Idk hand holding sounds very romantic so I would love to see how you’ll write it!

── PATHWAYS

Synopsis: You go on a walk with your boyfriend while he’s on a break from the intense training of Blue Lock.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Isagi x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 1.1k

Content Warnings: fluff, isagi is lowkey a simp, slight rin and nagi slander (i love them though i promise)

A/N: EEK i’m sorry this took me a sec anon!! i’ve never written for isagi before so this was def smth new which is why it took me a bit to get in the right headspace. i hope it’s okay for you <3

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

It was colder outside than you had expected. Isagi, who was wearing a coat and had a scarf wrapped around his neck, didn’t seem bothered by the temperature, but as for you, you were miserably trying to hide your shivers, pulling your sweater tighter around yourself to disguise it. He had told you that it was chilly, and you had ignored his warning, so it was now your burden to bear.

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” Isagi said, white clouds forming in the air from the heat of his breath. “I missed you a lot the entire time I was there.”

“I missed you, too,” you said. “I know we were able to talk a few times on your one friend’s phone, but it wasn’t the same.”

Isagi wrinkled his nose. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get my own back. I really tried my best. I wanted to talk to you as much as I could, to make up for our physical distance.”

“It’s okay. The fact that you were willing to take care of all of your teammate’s sweaty, gross laundry just to get the chance to call me for a couple of minutes means more to me than anything,” you said, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked along the side of the dirt path connecting your house to the nearest park.

“That was definitely a sacrifice,” he said, gagging from just the memory. “I’d do it again for you, but it was really horrible, Y/N. It’s bad enough dealing with my own clothes after matches, but adding Nagi’s to the mix…it was brutal, to say the least.”

“My poor boyfriend,” you said. “I’m so lucky to have someone who’s willing to endure so much for me. I must’ve been a really good person in my last life.”

“I’m the lucky one,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “To be honest, I was kind of scared you’d find someone else while I was gone. It would only make sense, right? How could a girl as beautiful as you not have a million other options? It would be pretty easy for you to forget about me and move on.”

“Would you forget about me and move on if the roles were reversed?” you said, your teeth chattering. Isagi’s eyebrows shot up, almost disappearing behind his dark hair.

“No way!” he said, shrugging off his coat and draping it around your shoulders. “I’d never, ever do that. I still can’t believe I’m dating you at all!”

“You’re so goofy,” you said. “Hey, don’t give me this. Won’t you get cold?”

“Nah, I’m tough. What kind of number-one striker gets defeated by some wind?” he said. You hummed appreciatively, zipping up the large jacket and rejoicing in the warmth it instantly provided you with.

“Number-one striker, and the hero of Blue Lock, I’m told,” you said. His cheeks turned pink.

“That, too,” he said.

“It’s all everyone at school talks about. One day, you just randomly disappeared, and no one but me knew where you had gone. Then suddenly, you were on TV, making the winning goal in one of the most exciting matches of soccer any of us had ever seen! I feel like the girlfriend of a celebrity,” you said.

“You should get used to it,” he said. “I’m only going to get better from here. I’ll be a World Cup winner next, and since you’re stuck with me, you’re going to have to deal with everything that that entails.”

“Stuck with you?” you said. He reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly, holding up your interlaced fingers so that he could admire them.

“Do you see your hand?” he said, very seriously. 

“I see it,” you said.

“And you see mine?” he continued.

“Mhm,” you said. As always, his were warm, compared to the iciness of your extremities. He liked to joke that it meant the two of you were made for each other, only able to reach the perfect temperature when you were together.

“That’s us,” he said. “We’re going to be like that forever.”

“Goofy and cheesy? What a lethal combination,” you said, shaking your head.

His palm was callused and rough against yours, a proof of how hard he worked. He was always like that, you had noticed even upon first meeting him, always doing the best he could in any given situation, making up for any disadvantages with the sheer force of his will alone. It was nice to have that tangible reminder of who he was pressed against you, so you made no move to let go of his hand even after his little demonstration had concluded.

“I know,” he said. “And my jokes are really bad. But you like that about me, right?”

“I do,” you said. “Your jokes aren’t terrible, though. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“They make you laugh, so I guess they can’t be that bad,” he said. “Although everyone in Blue Lock hated them. One time, my friend Bachira threw a shoe at me for being unfunny, and Rin Itoshi called me a lukewarm NPC for trying to cheer him up with a pun.”

“If anyone is an NPC, it’s him, just for unironically calling someone that,” you said. “They just don’t understand you, Isagi. It’s okay; true art is never appreciated by the masses.”

“That’s right. As long as you’re happy, I don’t mind if they detest me,” he said. You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Should we get sour gummies at the convenience store? It’s been forever since I had some,” he said, his entire face turning red. It was funny — he would declare his love to you in the most cliched of ways and entirely on a whim, but if you ever reciprocated, he would shut down entirely. Like he said, he really still couldn’t believe that you both were actually together, that in fact you had been together for months now, and so he often acted like a little kid with his first crush whenever he was around you.

“Sounds like a good idea. I’ve been craving some myself,” you said.

“Okay! Let’s go. I’ll race you!” he said, taking off at a run, though contrary to his challenging words, he pulled you along, careful to keep your hands connected as you giggled and stumbled after him.

You had missed him, so much more than you could ever verbalize. You had spent every day that he was gone thinking about him, his spontaneity, his wide smile and his kindness, the gentle way he always spoke to you, how easily taking care of you came to him.

Running towards the convenience store alongside him, you held onto his hand tightly, as much for balance as because you couldn’t imagine letting go. 

[callitwh4ty0uwant]

Jump then fall into me!

JJ Maybank x fem! Oc

Summery; a girl who's always been cautious and focused on her goals, is friends with JJ Maybank. Despite his flirtatious reputation, he starts showing a different side around her, and she begins to fall for him, their contrasting personalities lead to unexpected discoveries about themselves and each other. opposites attracting and finding love in unexpected places.

A/n: idk what this is I’m bored :(

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The screen light of the TV shined down on her face as she sat in bed, summer had just started and here she was sitting her bed 3:00am, watching TV in her bed. It was dark outside making everything a little more scary that it usually is at 3pm.

A light knock on her window startled her, she sat up on her bed, her eyebrows furrowing. Must’ve been the wind? Maybe? Her heart was pounding against her chest as she paused her television, knock knock, holy crap who the hell is outside.

She sat froze in her bed as the wind blew her curtains slightly, she jumped as her phone buzzed what the fuck?

JJ 💞💞

Open your window dipshit

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Why are you outside my window Maybank?

JJ 💞💞

Because.

Just open your window, I’m about to fall

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning Maybank

Can’t you go to Kies or any other girl you hook up with?

JJ 💞💞

Y/n just please open the window

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Fine

A sigh escaped her lips, as she pushed herself out of her bed as her sock clad feet took her over to her large window unlocking the handle “you do know I have a door. Right?” Her eyebrows raised as she took the boys hand helping in her room.

He dusted himself off and towered over her. The moonlight shined on the boy a purpley blue bruise appearing over his eye, and a bloody nose

“Oh my god. JJ?” A face turned to a worried expression “the hell? Are you okay” she placed her hands on his face “I’m fine. It’s nothing” he sighed sitting down on her bed “no, JJ. No you don’t come here begging me to open my window and not tell me what happened” she whisper-yelled

“My dad! Okay it was my dad!” He whisper yelled back, she had heard about his dad before, always beating him when he was drunk, John B had told her while they were in the chateau.

“C’mere” she took his hand taking him into the bathroom that was in her room. Taking a damp cloth dabbing it over his bloody nose “hold this” she said referring to the cloth, he obliged.

“I can’t do much with the bruise JJ, it’ll get worse before it gets better, okay?” She smiled slightly as the sun kissed boy sat down on her toilet “why did you come here JJ?” She said leaning against her counter “no one else was up” he mumbled “oh” a frown over took her face.

“I’m sorry” she frowned again “for what? It wasn’t your fault” he dryly said getting up from his spot on the toilet “yeah but-.” She said “no, y/n it’s none of your business what goes on in my life. You don’t need to be so involved all the time. Okay? Just leave it” he spat throwing the bloodied rag into the sink and walking out her toilet.

“But JJ-.” Her lips trembled as he reached her window “Where are you going?” She asked her feet moving quickly towards the boy “to the chateau” he said as one foot was already out the window “you can stay here J. It’s not biggie” she shrugged “no. Y/n- I.. I can’t” he trembled before leaving her room.

She reached out shutting her window with a sigh, slowly walking back to her bed. Nothing but silence. Her TV was now playing whatever cartoon was on at this time, while she continually checked her phone.

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

I love you J stay safe alright?

Read 3:45am

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Sunlight shined through her curtain window, the window JJ had crawled through the night before, she laid there staring at the celling as her phone decided to buzz on her bedside counter, groaning she reached over taking it out of charge

Poguies ☀️🤟🤙🏻

John bee 😎‼️🤙🏻

First day of summer!! Boat day? Anyone?

Kiekie🐢

I’m down 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

Pope 🍃🍁

Same here 🙋🙋

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

How dare y’all awake me from my beauty sleep 😒😒

But yeah I’m down

Sarah 💕

We’re so very sorry y/n 😔😔

Count me in aswell ‼️

John beee 😎‼️🤙🏻

Be ready in ten. All of you. (Mostly directed towards y/n😝.)

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

First of all RUDE ‼️‼️

Second of all I’m not even out of my bed

John bee 😎‼️🤙🏻

Better get a move on y/l/n 🫡🫡

Getting in the boat rn.

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Okay! Okay! I’m getting out of bed now ‼️

Black bikini and white shorts, is what she chose from her closet and light make up as in mascara and lipgloss. She quickly grabbed her tote as she made her way downstairs to her back lawn, walking down the dock. She was early for once. As she stood there she couldn’t help but thinking about JJ. Why wasn’t he texting on the group chat? Is he okay? Where did he go last night?

The boat had pulled up as she snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes landed on JJ sitting at the end of the boat back facing her. “I can’t believe y/l/n is early. Oh my god” John B gasped making the girl laugh as she stepped onto the “I am” she giggled “and you took longer than ten minutes so.. it’s you that’s late for once”

Her eyes landed on JJ once again, he always done this. Something happens people try to help he shuts them out and pushes them away, as if they’ll leave if they see the true him. She wanted JJ to open up to her. She wanted to love him. Tell him she loved him every single day.

John B had picked the rest of the group up including his girlfriend, music softly played in the back around, beers were shared and it was all over just a good vibe.

“What’s up with him?” Kiara whispered in her ear “I don’t know” she shrugged “go talk to him y/n/n” kiara nudged her shoulder “why?” She turned her head facing Kie.

“He’s not talked to anyone all day, surely the one person he’ll talk to is the girl he’s in love with” Sarah butt in making her turn her head “Sarah don’t be ridiculous” she shook her head

“I’m going for a swim! Who wants to come with me?” Sarah announced suddenly as pope and John B agreed along with Kiara as the dove into the water, leaving her alone with JJ.

He still sat at the edge of the boat, feeling dangling into the water as the sun gleamed off of his sun kissed skin.

“I’m sorry about last night” she spoke up making the boy lift his head up “why are you sorry” he dryly said “because I shouldn’t have pushed you to open up like that”

“It was my fault for coming to you” he said “im sorry” he finished “how’s that eye” the girl said walking over to him sitting down next to him, he turned his head looking at her.

“Told ya, gets worse before it gets better” she mumbled shrugging turning back to the rippling water “you were my first option” he blurted out “sorry?” She said eyebrows raising “yesterday. When I said no one was awake. I just came to you. I never checked.” she was taken aback “whoa calm down Maybank” she chuckled “I’ll talk to you later okay? I’m gonna ask John B to take me home” she gave him a smile.

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After her extremely long shower, after sweating all day, it was nice. She turned the warm water off wrapping a towel around her body glancing in tue mirror before brushing her teeth, and doing her skincare routine before giving her hair a squeeze getting all the water out.

The tank top and shorts was a good option since it was meant to be a hot outerbanks night, which was normal in these months.

Her hair was still wet as she walked out of her bathroom, noticing her window was wide open and her curtains were pushed to the side, her eyebrows raised at the thought of someone breaking into her house while her parents were out of town. She quickly shut it before turning around and spotting a familiar boy sitting on her bed.

“JJ!” She gasped taken aback by the boy “why- why are you here?” She asked “I came here to.. to” he cut himself off “I never got to properly apologies today for last night” he scratched behind his head “you did. It’s not your fault JJ” she shrugged as he stood up “no I mean-.” He said “let me just show you” he said walking closer to her “huh?” She raised her brows before his mouth was on hers kissing her passionately placing his hands behind her head.

[grimmcheems]

Yakuza Hinami AU🌸

This has been brewing in my head as an idea for like years lmao😭. Idk but I always thought it’d be kinda cool if Hinami’s father was also an important figure in the underground of ghoul society aside from being a doctor bc Jason fr tore him up and Mado was on his ass too. That mixed with the fact that Hinami does become involved with ghoul society later on in canon made me love her even more.

They have her father’s kagune up on display as decor, she obtained it at some point and Akira is pissed about it(though she does not know it is being used this way), newer members don’t know why it’s there and think better than to ask directly, so the older members just got used to referring it as “Daddy”😬

I rly need to start providing the initial context to my ideas bc there’s so much that goes on in my head for my AU lores before I draw a particular setting of it and which characters I choose to include. Hinami is basically a selective mute in the beginning of this after her father is killed by Mado and her and her mother form a close relationship with a ghoul investigator (Nakajima, but before they figure out that Ryouko is one of heir suspects but after his partner is killed by Touka) Later on Hinami is on the run and living in disguise with Touka until her parents followers find her and try to raise her to be the next leader of the group.

The yakuza group is named “The Winds , which is sort of a play on how her parents were inspired by it when naming her, and sort of used as a one liner by elite group members and those who manage to escape the hands of the Doves by saying “it must’ve been the wind”(or something similar to that phrase, it it also how the Doves speak about them in public settings as to not cause alarm and used to brush off any inconveniences they experience from the group itself).

Uta is the spokesperson of The Clowns and they often butt heads with Hinami over territorial disputes and whatnot, so his visits are frequent and he is rather surprised when he sees her for the first time again when she’s older and sees just how far and high up she managed to climb in ghoul society. He mostly teases her and Yomo does not appreciate it. Yomo joined her group at some point because he wanted to maintain ties with Ayato, and he does reveal himself to be his and Touka’s uncle and last living relative (it always bothered me that he never said anything to either of them about that in canon but at least he treasures his niece)

I also gave Uta a lot of color, he was gonna be paler but I thought more color to his face would suit him. He also has a soft expression bc his eyes are closed.

Banjou sort of takes care of the more visual side of things when it comes to Hinami(he does her hair but who does her nails?!?), I love how they have a bond in canon but in this he’s mainly like a big brother and he is always concerned with the way she is presented to others because she’s their leader.

She practically becomes like a legend and spoken of like a myth by the CCG and has a SS(-) rating. They’ve never seen her in combat and only have her combat with Mado on her file record so they base it off that, and she never really has to step in because other people take care of things for her. However being the head of the group they gave her a high rating as well as factoring in her chimera type kagune she’s sure to deal a lot of damage to anyone who’d cross her path. A lot of the wierdo investigators dream of having parts of her like a trophy someday, hence the dialogue of an investigator wishing he could see her kagune up close and in action someday.

[bobgasm]

hide n fuck | b.f / b.b

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader x bradley “rooster” bradshaw word count: 3717 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], face fucking, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, edging, anal fingering, mmf threesome, vibrating egg, multiple creampies, i think bob slaps rooster but ignore it if u think it’s ooc idk

summary: in which there’s a twist on the typical game of hide n seek

author’s note: *posts this* *runs away and hides* *obsessively checks notes for comments*

oneshot | masterlist

“It’s simple, really,” Rooster stated.

Except, it didn’t sound as ‘easy’ as he so simply put. They wanted you to insert a vibrating egg into your vagina, that they had the control to, and would alter the speed as you hid and they sought you.

It was a simple game of hide n’ seek, but with a twist. There was always a twist with Rooster, but you didn’t think Bob would go along with it, and this one certainly took the cake.

You eyed the pink device that Bob awkwardly held with skeptical curiosity.

“And if you find me because I’m making noise, you get to fuck me?” You clarified.

They both shared a look, grinning before looking back at you. Their eyes were hooded and dark with lust. A challenging look flickered in Bob’s eyes in an almost silent dare to protest, but as you shuffled in your spot, pinned beneath his gaze, no argument left your lips.

“That’s the plan,” he said, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me,” You replied. “You didn’t have to put in all this effort.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Rooster grinned mischievously and gave the egg a shake in your direction. “Can we watch you put it in?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You teased, throwing his own words back at him and grabbing the egg.

You made quick work of inserting the egg in the bathroom. By the time you washed your hands and joined him again, they almost fell into the bathroom as you opened the door.

“Is it in?” Bob asked. His eyes were so dark you wanted to tell him to forget the game, but you were more curious to see how hard he’d look to find you. 

“You’ll have to find me to find out,” you replied, already dashing off as Rooster started counting loudly.

There weren’t many good hiding places in the small apartment, but you knew there was an old firewood storage cupboard beside the fireplace that they never kept any wood in. You just hoped the door would open so you could hide in there.

The egg was turned on a low setting and you almost gasped loudly, but quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. It was a pleasant vibration, but you needed to close the door to the cupboard before you let yourself enjoy it. You heard Rooster reach 30 just as the door closed tightly.

“Ready or not, we’re gonna make you cum!” They yelled, but it was muffled by the door. 

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh, or was it a moan? Either way, the vibrations had been dialed up and were driving you crazy. You squeezed your legs together tightly as you heard him slamming cupboards closed inside the house.

A small whimper left your lips as they turned the vibrations down to the lowest setting.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you heard Bob jump on the couch and check behind it. The sound must’ve alerted him, because the next thing you knew the vibrations were cranked the whole way up.

It was stuffy in the small cubby, but your senses were on high alert. You were so turned on, and hearing the guys frantically trying to find you kept you distracted from fully enjoying the vibrating egg between your legs. 

They left it on high long enough for your body to succumb to the feeling. The tightening in the pit of your stomach grows with each passing second. You were desperate to cum, but knowing it could be taken from you at any second was torture.

Throwing caution to the wind, your hand slipped under your shirt and found your sensitive nipple. You pinched the nub between your thumb and forefinger before roughly palming your breast. Your legs pressed tightly together and bottom lip taken between your teeth.

You wanted to moan, but knew it would give your location away. You didn’t know why you were so adamant on staying quiet, when you knew the deal once they found you. Having his mouth and his hands bringing you to your high was something you’d fantasized about for months. Any time you’d used the detachable shower head to relieve your frustrations, it has always been both Rooster and Bob you’d imagined.

You were close. So fucking close. Just another minute longer and you’d be in post orgasm bliss.

It was like the fuckers knew, because the vibrations were slowly being dialed down. And with it, making your orgasm further from your reach.

You groaned. You couldn’t help it. As soon as you’d made the sound, the door had opened and you were staring stupidly at the moustached and speckled idiots. 

“Having fun in there?”

“Fuck,” you moaned. Their eyes flickered down to your chest, where your hand still gripped your breast. “Take me to bed.”

“Yeah,” Bob said dumbly, helping you out of the cubby. Rooster stood back, toying with the remote in his hands. He switched the tempo up, watching you grip tightly to Bob who was unaware he’d turned the device up again.

Bob cocked his head in questioning as you bit your lip, eyes alight with lust as you cupped his face and guided his mouth towards your own. You kissed the stupid look off his face, his arms sliding around your waist as he kissed you back without hesitation.

You felt the device get turned up once again, hands winding into Bob’s hair as a moan fell past your lips. He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting, teasing. He groaned as you tugged at his hair.

“Roo, get over here,” you panted.

Roster had been thoroughly enjoying the show, and almost tripped over his feet when you said his name. His hands were on you in seconds, positioning himself behind you as his hot mouth sucked kisses into your neck.

You reached a hand behind you to cup his head, tangling your hand in his hair. He slipped a hand under your shirt, slowly trailing it upwards towards your breast.

You tugged at both of their hair. Bob’s mouth muffled your laugh as they both moaned loudly. Your own shortly following as Rooster roughly palmed your breast over your bra.

“Bedroom,” Rooster mumbled against the shell of your ear. He took your hand and you took hold of Bob’s, following him down the hall to his bedroom.

When Bob closed the door, Rooster gave him a brief glance before nudging you back onto the bed. Your knees folded and you fell backwards onto the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could watch them both. Bob joined Rooster a moment later, the latter digging the remote for the vibrating egg from his pocket and offered it to Bob.

“Your turn,” Rooster tells him, wasting no time in removing his shirt before crawling onto the bed and cupping your face. You lean into his tough, lips seeking his own as you throw your leg over his waist.

You groan into Rooster’s mouth as Bob turned the device back down. Your hands explored Rooster’s back, nails lightly raking down from his shoulders to his waist. He shuddered under your touch, moaning as you sucked on his bottom lip.

You gasped in delight as the vibrations were turned up. Not enough to get you there, but enough that it was pleasant and had you rolling your hips against Rooster’s. His tongue parted your lips and he rolled you onto your back before settling between your legs. He moaned as he rolled his hips, letting you feel his bulge against your core.

You reached between your bodies to undo your pants. Rooster knelt back to help you shimmy out of your pants. Bob knelt on the bed and pressed a kiss to your ankle once Rooster dropped the material to the floor. He copied Bob’s actions on your opposite ankle. Your eyes fluttered open as their hands lightly teased your skin, their hot mouths trailing kisses up your legs.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned loudly, feeling hot, wet kisses placed to your inner thigh. Your hands slipped under your shirt and quickly discarded it, along with your bra. Breasts exposed and nipples taut, Rooster was quick to attach his mouth as Bob’s fingers slipped beneath your underwear and found your swollen clit.

“She’s so wet for us, Roo.” Bob swallowed thickly, his fingers slipping through your slick folds and gripping the rubber from the device to give it a gentle tug. 

“Turn the egg up,” Rooster instructed, tongue flicking over your nipple before he began to suckle. You groaned as Bob’s fingers left your slick core to turn the device up, and you opened your eyes to see where he’d gone. He stood at the edge of the bed roughly palming his cock over his shorts.

“C’mere,” you instructed, breathing heavily as Bob knelt beside your head. You tugged his shorts down to free his cock. You gripped the base of his cock, mouth wrapping around the leaking red head. Head bobbing and hand stroking, working together to make the man moan loudly. One hand gripping your head, the other reaching down to pinch your other nipple and squeeze your breast.

You moaned and squeezed your legs together as Rooster rubbed you over your underwear. He moaned and roughly opened your legs to him, pulling your underwear to the side. His fingers rubbed circles over your clit. 

You kept stroking Bob’s cock with your hand while you moaned loudly. You were so close, so fucking close.

“Cum for us,” Rooster instructed. 

The coil in your stomach was wound so tightly you gasped when your orgasm finally crashed over you. Bob groaned, rolling his hips to fuck your fist as they both watched your body shudder and convulse on the bed. Rooster applied delicious pressure to your clit, making sure you rode your orgasm out entirely. His mouth was on your breast, while Bob continued to palm your other one.

As you came down, you started stroking Bob’s dick again. Using your thumb to tease the sensitive underside of his cock before spreading a bead of precum over the head. He hissed and his eyes flicked over to Rooster who was stroking himself. Mouth wrapped around your nipple, his eyes watching you jerk Bob off. 

You drew Rooster’s head up so you could kiss him. His mouth was soft and hesitant, and it would’ve been sweet if you didn’t also have Bob’s dick in your hand. You reached down to palm him over his pants and he groaned appreciatively. His hand winding into your hair as tilting your head back, deepening the kiss. He reached up without second thought and wrapped his and around yours, stroking Bob’s dick with you.

“Fuck,” Bob stammered. 

Rooster teased the head of Bob’s dick while you stroked it. Your other hand slipped under the waistband of Rooster’s shorts, fingers wrapping around the length of his dick and giving it a few teasing strokes. He moaned into your mouth before sucking on your bottom lip. 

Bob moved down the bed and you felt his hands tugging at your underwear. You lifted your ass and let him slide them off.

“Dude, you’re the only one still wearing clothes,” Bob took the time to make a dig. “Get naked.”

“Fuck you,” Rooster retorted.

“Not this time,” Bob replied just as quickly.

You laughed at the interaction, but it quickly turned into a moan when you felt Bob spread your legs and tug gently at the egg still sitting snugly inside you. You took your lip between your teeth as he pulled it out. Only taking a second to pause before his mouth was on you like a man starved. Tasting and licking and sucking.

You gasped as he took the time to lap at your clit, hands fisting the bed sheets beneath you. He hummed against your core, sending shockwaves through your entirety.

Rooster watched from beside the bed, bottom lip taken between his teeth while he stroked his cock. For now, he was enjoying the show, but you caught his eye and beckoned him over. You wanted to touch him, taste him, kiss him again. Bob teased two fingers at your entrance, making you throw your head back as he pushed them in and hooked them up, stroking the spongy inner wall.

“Think you found her g-spot,” Rooster teased, he locked eyes with Bob in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to your face. He cupped your cheek and leant down to seal your mouth with his, capturing the moan waiting on your lips. 

You reached for his cock as he parted from your kiss, shuffling closer so you could take him in your mouth. You taste the precum on his tip and tongue his slit, looking up at him as you take him further into your mouth. He’s got a hand wound in your hair, the other still cupping your cheek.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock,” he praises. You feel Bob moan against you, continuing to stroke that spot inside you that has your vision clouding over.

“Good little cocksucker, huh Roo?” Bob asked as his fingers continue to work you over. “Such a pretty little slut.”

You can’t talk. Your mouth is stuffed full of Rooster, while Bob adds a third finger. Even if you wanted to talk, it’d be to tell them to fuck you. Use you. You’re so desperate to be stretched and filled and they’re taking their sweet ass time.

“You want to fuck her first?” Rooster asks. Your eyes almost roll back into your head at the suggestion.

Bob groaned and removed his fingers as Rooster’s dick slipped from your mouth. You whimper at the loss, but soon their hands are on your body, adjusting you on the bed. Rooster wastes no time pumping his cock a couple of times before tapping the head against your lips, silently asking you to open your mouth.

Your head hangs off the bed, and the second you opened your mouth, he was touching the back of your throat. Releasing a high pitched moan that Bob laughed at. 

“Such a fucking porn star,” he teased, positioning the head of his cock at your slick entrance. You hadn’t seen it, but he’d used your arousal on his fingers to slick up his cock, and before you knew it, he’d slipped you the tip.

“Like you don’t moan like that when I suck your cock,” Rooster retorted, and you hear a slap ring out but the sting never comes.

Tears still prickle the corner of your eyes, purely because the angle of your head off the bed and Rooster’s cock deep in your mouth is making you start to gag. You want to gag, but he’s withdrawing just enough so you can catch your breath. 

“Fuck you,” Bob replied, reaching up to cup Rooster’s cheek that he’d just slapped and pulling him in for a kiss as he bottomed out inside you. He groaned as Rooster slipped his tongue in his mouth, and together they started rocking their hips.

You could hear the moaning and kissing, and groaned long and low as Rooster’s tip reached the back of your throat again. A warning. You felt overwhelmed. The way your jaw was open so wide to accommodate Rooster’s size, the snap of his hips each time he bottomed out. The ache low in your stomach as Bob bent your legs further back so he could reach deeper inside you.

Fuck. 

It was almost too much. Too much happening to you. Too much knowing they were making out and you couldn’t see a goddamn thing. Even if you could open your eyes, all you’d see would be Rooster’s balls and ass.

So you tempted fate.

You reached up to cup his balls with one hand and gathered some spit from your mouth with the other. He stilled as he felt your finger prodding the puckered muscle of his ass, but it was the moan you were waiting for. The gasp and high pitched wail he’d released earlier that you were looking for.

It was like Bob knew why Rooster had tended up, because he’d parted from the kiss with a wicked grin and pressed himself down on top of you. You felt his mouth on your neck as he let a hand wander to join yours, making you push past that tight muscle until you’d reached the first knuckle.

“How you feelin’, big guy?” Bob taunted.

Rooster panted above them. “More,” he pleaded. He reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and Bob took it from him. He was quite content to be balls deep inside you, unmoving, while Rooster slowly got his cock sucked. He knew you were less impressed by the way you kept grinding up against him and wrapping your legs around his waist, but he quickly lubed up your fingers before gripping your hips and giving you a hard thrust.

Rooster’s knees almost buckled as you whimpered around his cock and coughed out a gag, but when you pressed your slicked fingers against his tight hole he stilled again.

“Good girl,” he praised, wrapping a hand around your throat and applying light pressure. “When I squeeze, you go deeper. If I squeeze and you’re knuckle deep, add another finger and start again.”

Bob chuckled, glad he wasn’t the one on the end of Rooster’s orders for once. Finding a delicious rhythm and feeling your walls clench around him each time his cock brushed that spot inside you that had your toes curling. He enjoyed marking your chest with small little hickies, and dropped a hand between your bodies to circle your clit.

You were so close you didn’t feel Rooster applying pressure to your throat. Instead, he gave a few unrelenting thrusts to make you gag before you got the message.

When you came this time, you almost blacked out. It was Bob that kept you conscious. 

“Fuck, baby. Cum on my cock. Fuck, that’s it. Fucking milk my cock, baby, I’m so close. So fucking close.”

He stilled as he came, filling you up as you pulsated around him. He groaned loudly and dropped his head to your chest, nuzzling against your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth.

You don’t know how you’d changed positions, but you didn’t care in the slightest. You were now on your knees, with Rooster’s face buried between your ass and his fingers fucking Bob’s cum back inside you. Bob was half under you, half off the bed, with his hands in your hair and his tongue deep in your mouth. You struggled to stay upright, but neither man seemed to care too much about that. Bob enjoyed the weight of you pressed against him, and it made Rooster bury his face and fingers even deeper.

You whined at the loss of Rooster’s tongue in your ass and his fingers from your cunt, but soon felt those same digits pressing against your tight rim and the head of his thick cock between your legs.

“You got one more orgasm for me, baby?” Rooster asked, and you tried to move away as his fingers breached the tight muscle of your ass. His free hand gripped your hip and held you in place as his fingers and his cock stretched your holes.

“It’s too much,” you whimpered. Bob brushed some hair from your face.

“You can give us one more,” he told you. “Show Rooster how good it feels to cum inside you while you’re coming on his cock.”

Rooster groaned as you tensed at Bob’s words.

“I can’t,” you blubbered. Bob wiped away the tear that fell from your eye. “It–I, fuck.”

“You feel so good, baby,” Rooster praised. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet. I’m already so close, babygirl.”

“Fuck me, Roo,” you pleaded. Your head was a mess, but your body betrayed you. This was better than any fantasy you could’ve imagined. Now it was coming true, and you needed Rooster to finish inside you too. You needed to have them both.

“I knew you were a good little slut,” Bob teased. “So desperate for our cocks. Our cum. But you’re not gonna cum again, are you, babygirl?”

You whimpered at his words. At Rooster’s agonizingly slow pace. At the burn of your body around his cock and his fingers. You needed it. You needed to cum again already.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I need to. I need it. Please, fuck, I need to cum.”

“What do you think, Roo?” 

Rooster was barely keeping it together. He was close, and he knew exactly what Bob was doing.

“You can do better, babygirl,” he goaded.

“Fuck, Roo. I need to cum on your cock. Need to milk your cock and feel you cum inside me. Want you to cum inside me like Bob. I need you both, please. Please. I need to cum.”

Both men groaned at the admission as the filth spilled from your mouth.

“You want me to cum inside you, babygirl?” Rooster asked, struggling to keep from coming right then and there.

“Deep inside me, Roo.”

“Then cum on his cock, babygirl. Show us how much of a slut you really are,” Bob instructed.

He reached down and toyed with your clit as Rooster picked up the pace. Hard, fast, unrelenting. You came hard, your orgasm bursting through you and coating Rooster’s thighs. He gripped your his tightly as he bottomed out and let you milk his orgasm from him.

“Fucking hell, babygirl. You’re fucking amazing,” Rooster panted, taking a second to make sure you were okay before pulling out. Bob pulled you into his side and Rooster nuzzled up behind you, moving your hand from your neck so he could press a few sweet kisses behind your ear. “Never knew you could squirt.”

“Neither did I,” you replied, struggling to keep your eyes open. “I’m so tired.”

“You did good, baby,” Bob assured you. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

The last thing you remember before falling asleep was Rooster wishing you “sweet dreams, babygirl,” and you hoped there would be more nights like this. 

[1dont-really-know]

Likely very OOC Maleficia. Idk I just wanted to write something silly so here's a ficlet

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The first thing Maleficia saw when she got back to the nursery were not her egg and daughter waiting for her. Instead, it was the remains of the egg’s shell, scattered all around the room, most of it gathered by the pile of blankets that looked as if it had fallen out of the crib. Maleanor was nowhere in sight as well. The window was wide open, the drapes swaying in the wind as the light of the moon shines into the room.

Whoever took Maleanor and destroyed the egg had waited for her and most of the guards to be gone.

But how? Maleanor was not a child that would simply let herself be kidnapped, and Maleficia was sure that she would have tried to protect her sibling, yet there was no sign of struggle.

The Queen could not bring herself to look at the remains of the egg.

The meeting had gone on for far longer than she expected it to be. Who knows how far away they could be now. She could call the guards, but searching for them herself would be faster. Yes, that would have to do. She can deal with the guards later, what’s important now is-

“Mother?”

Maleficia spins to face the source of the voice. There, in the doorway, her daughter stood with a dark bundle in her arms. It takes her a second to recognize it as a hatchling. Her hatchling.

Oblivious to the storm of emotions she just put her mother through, the young Princess happily makes her way over to her, the hatchling staring up at her sister, “Mother! You’re back! I have just returned from giving Moonlight a tour of what’s going to be her new chambers.” she chirped, holding her sister towards her mother as if showing her off to the baffled queen.

The hatchling made a small, confused noise as she’s finally picked up by her mother, squirming lightly in her hold. Maleficia sighs, half exasperated and half relieved, jostling the hatchling to hold her more securely in her arms. The little one is still very soft. She must’ve hatched not too long before the meeting had ended.

Both of them are alive.

Both of them are safe.

“Maleanor.”

“Yes, Mother?”

“What did you call your sister just now?”

“Moonlight,” Maleanor puffs out her chest, reaching out to give the said hatchling a gentle pat, to which the hatchling responds with a happy ‘mrrp!’ “I think it’s a good name for her. Her scales, however pitifully weak they are right now, reflected the moonlight nicely when she came out of her shell.”

“We are not calling her that.”

“What? Why?” Maleanor frowns. Seeing it, the hatchling turned to Maleficia and narrowed her eyes at her in what she supposes was supposed to be a glare. It only makes her look cuter, though.

“Your father and I had spoken,” the Queen pulled both of her daughters towards her. The memory is still fresh in her mind, even though her husband had passed not long after their second egg had been laid, “and we had an agreement that should another Princess be born, she would be named ‘Malva’.”

The name of a type of flower, one that can calm weary hearts and a cleanser of toxins. The perfect name, especially should this child take an interest in herbology like her father did before he became king.

Malva, though likely not understanding a word Maleficia just said, tilted her head slightly, her struggle to get back to her sister momentarily ceasing. Her eyes, the same shape as the late King’s but the color of Maleficia’s, blinked up at her curiously. They don’t need to announce her hatching just yet. For now, they just need to be a mother and her daughters, not the Queen of Briar Kingdom and the two Princesses.

“I don’t like that name.”

“Hush now, Maleanor.”

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Ghost choir au where they can’t be seen or heard but they can move physical objects

Mischa’s favorite activity is to make paper airplanes and throw them at the teacher just to watch her get increasingly mad

Noel steals shit from people

Ricky draws on peoples papers when they’re not looking

Constance throws people’s litter back at them until they stop littering

Ocean kicks people in the ankles

Penny always either comes up with the best excuse ever or just says “idk man, must’ve been the wind”

Ezra is convinced his sister is haunted

[crazylittlejester]

time-master sworn anon

but umm I’ve been toying around with the idea of killing off a member of the chain and not bringing them back like at all. So far I’m leaning towards Warriors, which wouldn’t be the first time I’ve killed him off in an au or contemplated about doing it. (He’s my second favorite too 😭)

Maybe I’ll do Twilight like in my own links meet au, idk.

anyways thoughts and opinions?/lh

(bonus question who would you like to see killed off out of the two)

i will be so emotionally devastated if you kill off Warriors in a permanent way do it

WHAT WHO SAID THAT? MUST’VE BEEN THE WIND

[husbandomail]

OKAYYY heres the request! Can we please get an venoct x reader (pref romantic but platonic is fine) oneshot where a powerful yokai like dame deadtime or smthn idk is plotting to do something terrible to reader because she is seen as a threat, so he has to help her. But when he meets up with reader, he has to double take because surely not?? Reader is girly, pretty and decked out in hot pink + zebra print combo. (If you catch my vibe) Bro was expecting a 45+ incredibly wise, gruff man to be this apparent yokai master not this random girl?? Thank you in advance 💕💕

I hope this is okay!! it made me want to replay the first game again dfghgfd

It’s not the kind of thing that can be explained to someone who’s never experienced it. A pull in Venoct’s chest— a thread that drags him forward, from the yokai world back into the midst of humanity. Some nights, it’s annoying; he has other things he could be doing. The inexplicable ties to the yokai watch are nothing but a distraction.

On nights like this, though, he should probably be glad it makes his job a little easier.

“This way, this way!” Springdale is covered in the thick, swirling fog that signals Terror Time— the air is split with the roar of an angry oni intent on eating whoever is walking through nightmares, and Venoct doesn’t have any time to assess the person he’s rescuing. All he can do is trust that ache in his chest brought him to the right person.

Keen eyes finally catch sight of the door that materializes in the dark; Venoct slides to a halt, nimble fingers catching on the ethereal frame and dragging the door open. There’s a flash of light, a pulse of energy, a sigh of relief from a voice he doesn’t know, and Terror Time dissipates.

All at once, the night is far too quiet. The air is crisp and clear as it invades his lungs, and the ringing roar of the nightmare oni has been replaced with the loud buzzing of cicadas in trees.

Even a seasoned yokai needs a moment to readjust after adrenaline-fueled escapes, so Venoct is caught up for a moment, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. A strange energy thrums through his body as well; he can’t usually say he’s nervous, but he also can’t remember the last time he interacted with a human. Besides, if Mckraken is scared of the person with the yokai watch, they must be very—

—pink? 

“You’re— not—”

“What you were expecting? Yeah, I’ve been getting that a lot lately.” Absently, you spin the dial on your yokai watch, the hands ticking rapidly as they spin. You don’t even sound winded, after that chase through the town, and Venoct tries to bury the baffled amusement that bubbles in his chest. The young man— well, the yokai— in front of you tilts his head and narrows his eyes. For yet another moment in his long unlife, Venoct is glad most people can’t see him. 

He doesn’t want to be seen next to you.

Venoct’s face scrunches up as his gaze travels your body. You’re very— well, pink, as he’d first noticed. And a lot shorter than he’d been expecting. And— a girl. Very much a girl. Mckraken is scared of this—?

“Are you going to keep staring, or did you actually need something?” Your voice bursts through his thoughts, and Venoct isn’t sure he likes the way his heart turns in his chest. He scoffs back at you, arms crossed, the serpentine heads on his scarf snapping vaguely at the air around him.

“You’re not the hero type,” he states plainly. His gaze pointedly narrows on your shoes— as bright as the rest of you, they glow whenever you take a step, and he can’t help but assume that might be what really set the oni off before the chase. “Just because you have the watch doesn’t mean you’re the kind of person I’ve been looking for.”

“Oh, shut up,” you snort back, planting your hands on your hips. “Yeah, you may’ve saved me this one time, but I seem to recall defeating Slimamander by myself.”

Venoct falls silent at that; no wonder the big, ugly yokai had come slinking back home the other day. And a girl did that—?

He must’ve taken too long to respond, because you’re turning on your heel and waving at him as you begin to walk. “Well, thanks for the help— I’m on a time limit, though.” You hold the yokai watch up in a way that almost seems like a challenge, the glass dome glinting in the moonlight. “I’m sure I’ll see you again. It looks like this thing attracts trouble.”

There it is again, that tug in his chest. Most yokai had assumed it was a big, important deal to feel such a draw to wherever the watch is on Earth; now that he knows it attaches him to you, though, Venoct isn’t sure how he feels about that “honor.” His heart hasn’t pounded this hard for centuries. “—I just saved you. Are you calling me trouble?”

“Only if it means I’ll see you again.”

[drabbles-mc]

Following Your Lead

Isabella Bautista x F!Reader

For the ever-lovely @hausofmamadas for the Candy Hearts Exchange!

Warnings: 18+, smoking, alcohol

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Idk what happened here but it sure was!! Something!! I hope you enjoy! xo

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It was all loud music and flashing lights and sweating bodies pinned up against each other. It wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time, but most people must’ve liked it—that was how the place stayed so packed. That was why everyone kept coming back.

That wasn’t why you kept coming back. You tried to tell yourself that you didn’t actually know why, but you weren’t fooling yourself let alone anyone else.

The drinks were good, sure, but no better than you could get at any number of clubs downtown. The music was alright, even if it wasn’t what you would be caught listening to at home, or in your car. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t your favorite. When you’d come here with your friends, been dragged actually, you knew about twenty minutes in that you would never come back again. The next time some strange man's hand landed on your hip, your ass, the small of your back, you were going to break each one of their fingers that felt entitled to touch you.

You’d lasted about an hour that night before telling your friends that you were bailing and going home before you caused a problem for them or someone else. Despite their half-hearted attempts to get you to stay, you started weaving your way through the seemingly endless ocean of bodies. As much as you hated making yourself small, that was exactly what you were doing as you left. Anything to get out quicker.

The door was practically within your reach when you felt it, another abrupt bump against your shoulder. Somehow better than all the other touches of the night but you still jerked around, contemplating going out with a bang since you weren’t planning on coming back. The clench in your jaw was almost enough to make your teeth crack. Your brows knit as you whipped your head around, earrings slapping against the curve of your jaw.

“Hey—” your animosity was cut short when you saw who had bumped into you. Your expression was still harsh but your mind froze up.

You didn’t know her, but you wanted to. She was looking you up and down, not outwardly perturbed by your reaction like you were by her bumping into you. Her perfectly painted lips curled into the smallest smile as she tossed her hair back behind her shoulder.

“Lo siento,” she said, her hand cupping the exposed skin of your arm even after the word hit the air.

You didn’t know if she meant it. You didn’t care if she did or not. Your eyes dropped to where her fingers were resting against your skin, painted claws not set into you but you were immediately imagining it anyway. That’s the kind of touch you wouldn’t mind, not from her.

You felt your face softening the longer you looked at her, eyebrows raised more in surprise and curiosity now. “Todo,” you stammered out, “todo bien.”

Her smile grew, still a toothless gesture. It still knocked the wind out of you. She nodded, nails trailing down your arm as she turned to walk away. Left you standing there in the doorway like an idiot, helpless to do anything but watch her.

You came back with your friends the following weekend. Each one after that too. You had yet to see her again. Part of you was wondering why you assumed that you would—for all you knew, she was another woman who was just like you in that she showed up once, had to deal with a ton of creeps, and then promptly decided it wasn’t worth the time and discomfort. You hoped, selfishly, that that wasn’t the case.

You were finishing off what was going to be your last drink of the night. Setting the glass back down onto the top of the bar, you reached for your purse. Your focus was solely on pulling a couple bills out to tuck underneath the glass, more than enough to close out your small tab and leave a generous tip without having to actually talk to the bartender.

Shouldering your purse, you turned so that you could step away from the bar and head towards the door. You didn’t get very far, a body having materialized right behind you without you noticing or hearing above the rest of the noise in the club. You didn’t make eye contact at first, just muttering out an apology you doubted the person could even hear as you tried to slip past them.

Then you felt it, a hand on your arm, nails against your skin. Your eyes widened as you lifted your gaze from the floor and leveled them with the woman who was staring back at you. You thought that maybe you had been falsely remembering her to be more beautiful than she was, but if anything your brain hadn’t been doing her justice.

She smiled at you the same way she had before—all lipstick and no teeth. You almost felt like you should just sit right back down on the stool you’d just stood up from as she held your gaze. The gold around her neck paired so nicely with the deep plunge of the black jumpsuit she was wearing, the short capped sleeves meaning that all of her bracelets were visible, matching the gold of her necklace and the numerous rings around her fingers.

You’d been hoping for weeks to see her again, and now here she was. You figured that maybe you should make all your waiting worthwhile and fucking say something, but the words weren’t coming. She didn’t seem to be rushing you away.

She put you out of your misery with a sentence that almost took you out in an entirely different way. “Qué bueno verte otra vez.”

You opened your mouth a few times to try and say something but nothing came out. You hadn’t planned on getting this far. Clearing your throat, you finally said, “Te puedo comprar una bebida?”

She lifted her chin slightly, the look in her eyes making you think that she was almost impressed by the response. Removing her hand from your arm, she let it drop back to her side. “No estás saliendo?”

Fuck. You were leaving. Or, at least, you had been until she showed up. You didn’t want to just tell her that, though. You didn’t want to seem that desperate, even if you really were that desperate. “Me puedo quedar.”

So, you stayed. Not caring about the money you had already pre-tipped the bartender, you sat back down and the woman you were certain you’d never see again or speak to sat down right next to you. And you learned that her name was Isabella. You learned that she had the same go-to drink at every club she went to, something that would be impossible for bartenders to fuck up.

You also learned that she loved dancing. She taught you that after her second drink when she set the glass down and then reached over and grabbed your hand to pull you away from the bar and towards the dancefloor. If it had been literally anyone else on the planet, you would’ve found a way to weasel out of it somehow. But there was no way you were going to be able to look at her and tell her no. So you followed her, nearly stumbling as you tried to follow in her footsteps, weaving through everybody.

And then she stopped. She stopped and you found yourself pressed up against her, the hand that was entwined with yours now resting on your hip, almost like she was trying to catch you, almost like she was trying to pull you in close. Your mouth felt dry as you tried to scrounge up something smooth to say, but you couldn’t.

Her smile grew a little wider as she took in your flustered state, the first flash of teeth you’d gotten. Reaching and situating your hands on her where she wanted them, she leaned in closer so that you could hear her.

“Puedes bailar, sí?” she asked, almost like it was a joke.

You managed a laugh as you nodded. “Mhm.” You paused, suddenly feeling not at home in your own body. “Pues…”

She laughed at that, but not in a mocking way. It was almost refreshing. Hardly a few seconds later she was stepping and swaying her hips, and at first you felt like you were fighting for your life to keep up with her. She must’ve seen it on your face, too, because she brought one hand up, nails trailing lightly against your cheek in a way that gave you chills despite the heavy heat of the club. The smirk on her face let you know that she was perfectly aware of what she was doing to you, but at least she was getting you out of your own head about the dancing.

You followed her lead, the same way you had been the entire time, the same way you would if you ever got the chance to see her again. There was no denying that she was a far better dance than you could ever hope to be, but it got to the point that you didn’t even care because you were too lost in the feel of her hands on you, yours on her, a welcome touch where there hadn’t been any for a long time.

You’d completely lost track of time, no idea how long the two of you had been on the dancefloor ignoring just about everything and everyone happening around you. You would’ve stayed there with her until they shut the place down if that’s what she had wanted.

When she stopped dancing, pulling you close so she could speak directly into your ear, you had no idea what to expect. She asked if you’d step out for a smoke with her, away from some of the noise. So you did the same thing you’d been doing all night and followed her lead. You didn’t smoke, but when she offered you a cigarette outside on the sidewalk, you said yes with no hesitation.

And, when she snubbed out the last of her spent cigarette beneath her shoe, and asked you if you wanted to come back to her place, you followed her lead on that, too.

[get-your-fuckin-star-bitch]

[Unwinding AU]

So after getting his heart completely shattered and stomped on by an evil magic infodump, Michael magic-mirror’s his way into storage and finds the web table shattered and splintered into pieces, wrecked beyond repair. There’s an axe on the floor near it, as if whoever had chopped up the piece of furniture had been spooked by something and run.

(OH ok so Jon must’ve gotten confused and tried to destroy the table cause he thought someone in the institute had been not-them’d. (Definitely thought it was Michael cause of the “stretched-out appearance” thing) and thus wound up releasing the thing. Or something, idk

Elias isn’t exactly gonna be thrilled by the fact that his golden boy is being attacked by a dangerous creature. Or maybe he is. He’s like that.

So while Michael’s standing in artefact storage, confused in a hundred different ways, Jon’s fleeing from a fucked-up creature that doesn’t have any face of its own.

Obviously, Jon's not a tactical thinker or planner, and isn’t exactly great when forced to make quick decisions, at least not at this point. Many of the doors are locked, and he winds up just getting turned right back around and finds himself in front of artefact storage again.

The thing’s laughter is still echoing down the hallway, and he remembers he’d dropped the axe in the room, so he ducks in to get it.

…running right into Michael, who’s startled, but very relieved to see him. Meanwhile, Jon’s just like “wait what???? How are you here?” Cause he still thinks michael’s the creature outside, an idea that is shattered almost immediately by the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

Michael is incredibly disturbed by the way the thing outside sounds, Jon’s entire worldview has been turned on its head, and there is a fucked-up not-person moving very fast towards their location.

Michael tries to get Jon to tell him what the hell’s going on, but jon just says something to the effect of “there’s no time”, and asks michael to get them out of there. Michael says he doesn’t know how. (Which actually isn’t a lie, by the way, because he’s genuinely unsure if Jon’s going to be okay in the weird hallways he’s got going on.) But Jon misinterprets it as stubbornness or some shit and is like “Just make- a- a door, or something- Just will you please get us OUT of here before it-”

It’s back, and they’re out of time. Hoping very much that this’ll work, Michael finally takes Jon’s arm and pulls them both into the strange mirror/door thing, out of the reach of the thing that definitely is not a person, nor has it ever been, and through the spiraling hallways they go, until Michael finds the right way out and they both go tumbling through, falling out into the catacombs under the institute.

Both of them are very much freaking out, though for slightly different reasons, and Michael finally takes the opportunity to properly get the information about what the shit that thing was and why it was chasing jon.

Jon basically says “I have no clue, I thought it was you”, (ouch), and proceeds to try and explain his reasoning, (EXTREMELY ouch). And michael’s just. Genuinely gutted, obviously, because… yeah… but he thinks he might understand what the thing Jon’s talking about is. Saying something like “If we’re both some kind of monster, then I suppose I should perhaps… be able to destroy it.” (OW)

So when the creature’s footsteps sound from somewhere down the hallway, Michael’s hand gently reaches out and pushes Jon into the mirror, telling him to run down through it and out the door at the end, just before the mirage-ish shimmer of the mirror dissipates and Michael is left standing there, facing the strange creature.

Just him, and another monster.

The not-them tries to turn around and run, but while its elongated form may make it faster, he doesn’t have to walk to get to wherever he’s going.

It isn’t easy to fight. Not as easy as he’d thought, at least. The thing’s appendages seem almost to move just out of the way of his slashes every time he tries to catch it with the sharp, knifelike fingers he so despises. It won’t stay still. It won’t stay the same shape.

And it won’t stop talking.

It seems to know exactly what to say. Everything it can think of to get him to falter, to wobble slightly, to give it an opportunity to try and sink its own claws into him. The way it was talking- it was as if it knew him.

He was losing.

This wasn’t getting anywhere, it was just going to end up killing him.

It wasn’t trying hard at all to win, either. It was just… faster. Smarter.

Laughing.

…Pathetic.

A red wave of anger and frustration flooded through him… and his eyes focused.

He swung, it dodged, and-

…stuck itself through on the talonlike blades of his left hand.

It gave a screeching roar of pain and anger, and slammed a misshapen fist into the side of his head, dropping him to the floor as spots danced in his vision and the world seemed to blur.

“So you’re the archivist, then… is that right?”

Michael tried to get up, stumbling back- only just getting missed by her swing as she tried to tear through his torso.

“Honestly, I thought Elias had better taste. What was he thinking? An archivist marked by the spiral? And not only that, but-” the thing cackled cruelly, in the sound of a thousand different voices. “-YOU! Of all the people… of all that he could have chosen, he decided to take the poor, distressed, loving little Michael… What… is he just going to use you as a funnel for power? Or are you his test dummy- oh, that’s perfect…” laughing “…Ohh… you poor, wretched little thing…” Its voice has a singsongy tone to it now… but it’s shifted into a mockery of his own now, sending a chill through him as its face twists itself to resemble a grinning, grotesque version of his face. “You’re just Magnus’s toy… don’t you know he’ll use you… just so he can wiiiinnnnn……”

The creature cackled again, and made a lunge for him, and he didn’t move.

Its claws were heading right toward him. Going to kill him.

He stood there. Seeing it approach as if in slow motion. Moving frame by frame by frame… and he just stayed and stared.

He almost didn’t notice the hall shifting until the thing gave an eardrum-shattering scream and was gone.

And standing just behind where it had been, holding a book in his hand… was an old, wizened-looking man.

Michael looks at him as he smiles and extends a hand towards him.

“Hello, Michael… congratulations on your… new position.”

——————

Supplemental:

So I’m thinking that when the worms were worming, Michael was like “oh shit where’s sasha” and managed to get her out of artefact storage before she could get switched.

And I mean just before.

If he’d gotten there even a little bit later, she would have been gone.

End supplemental.

[desafinado]

❅*⋆⍋ snowed out

follow sucrose on her… interesting… journey to visit you!

°｡⋆ sucrose x reader

°｡⋆ slapstick humour heavy, idk if she actually has a tail but here she does, little dialogue, sucrose getting stuck a lot :\, comfort at the end, (requested by @welovemonstergirls)

note: hiii so requester dmed me for this!! this is vv personalised to their to requests, so it might be a bit diff from my other works… nonetheless, happy reading ^^

first, it was a group of hilichurls.

she thought she had prepared sufficiently, knowing your home was just across dragonspine, but she was only 30 minutes into her journey to visit you when she came upon a group of hilichurls blocking the road. she could hold her own using some basic defence, and alchemy (or rather throwing some alchemical potions at them), but at the last moment, she was knocked back by the impact of a slime barrel going off.

she flew face first into a pile of snow, her tail sticking was the only indication of her being there. she struggled for a minute or two until she clawed her way out, shivering from the cold.

“archons…”

she sharply inhaled the cold air, rubbing her arms. she still had a long way to go before she could even think about having some warm tea by your fireplace.

second, it was a gust of strong wind.

she was pleasantly surprised to find a snowman in the middle of the frozen over wasteland, but she supposed that it must’ve been an instance of albedo babysitting klee. oh how she wish she could just be spending time with you already. she quickly moved upwards a small hill, not wanting to delay her trip any further.

that was when she suddenly found herself struggling to move forward, a bitter breeze biting against her skin. her feet were planted deep within the snow, she thought that if she couldn’t move forward, she might at least stay where she is. those hopes were short lived, however, as she lost her balance and tumbled backwards.

she rolled a short distance before finally stopping thanks to an obstacle that stopped the momentum; that obstacle just having to be that damned snowman of all things. she found herself becoming one with the snowman, one third human, one third furry animal and one third snowman. her legs stuck out, flailing around for any sort of support.

if it wasn’t for klee and albedo coming back to check on their snowman, she could’ve sworn she’d be stuck there.

lastly, it was a simple misstep, a blunder if you will.

the silhouette of your cabin, smoke coming out the chimney, was within her sights and she couldn’t stop the excitement from bubbling up within her. soon enough, she was running in the direction of your house at feel speed; so fast, in fact, that she hadn’t even noticed that she set foot onto a frozen pond.

it was too late, far too late for her, now as she started slipping along the hard ice. she let out a small squeal, before sliding around grasping for anything to hold onto. all her efforts were for naught, however, as she continued slipping and falling on the frozen floor; from afar, you might even mistake it for an avant garde dance routine of sorts.

after a few more moments of flailing, she leaned forward trying to get out of her predicament. she did indeed get out of that loop, but she was now speeding across the pond to the other end; her eyes widened, heartbeat moving as fast she did. she then closed her eyes shut, not even bothering to see what might happen next. she could only feel herself trip over the end of the pond and crash right back into the snow.

she tried her hardest to pull herself out, squirming out of the patch of snow she had gotten herself into.

“sucrose!”

you happened to hear the commotion and came right on time to see her struggling to pull herself out. you were quick to give her a hand, pulling her legs until she eventually popped out. you both fell back, the snow breaking your feel and you breaking hers. she was sat on your lap, and you didn’t seem bothered at all; you seemed more concerned with the predicament she was in only a few moments ago.

any frosty feelings she felt were quickly overtaken by the blush spreading across her face.

“s-so, um… are you alright?”

she nodded timidly, standing up and lending you a hand. you graciously accepted it and she pulled you right back up.

“y-yes… i apologise you had to see me in s-such a state.”

her words were shaky, the fatigue and cold had obviously taken its toll on her. you shake your head and offering a gentle smile.

“you have nothing to apologise for! on the contrary…” you pause and pull her closer against you. you put an arm around her shoulder before walking towards your cabin. she could only surrender to your touching, letting you take her under your care.

“you look like you’ve been through a blizzard.”

you giggle as you softly kick your door open and guide her towards your lit fireplace. her face only continues to redden, recalling all the embarrassing situations she had found herself in.

“you wouldn’t believe half of it…”

she sighs, the rest of her body warming up under the fire’s glow. you only continue holding her close, trying to warm her up as well.

“hmm… how about some tea, cuddles, and you could tell me all about your day?”

you beam, already knowing what her answer would be. she nods excitedly, trusting you to rid her memories and soreness.

“i thought so… now, just sit by this fire while i tend to whatever your heart desires.”

requests are open!! please do not reposts on other sites.

[badwithten]

Maze of Memories | CHRISTMAS EVEL - STRAY KIDS ADVENT CALENDAR

PAIRING Changbin x fem!reader

GENRE horror + angst

WORD COUNT 2.5k

SYNOPSIS Having a real Christmas tree was something you took pride in each year. Going to harvest the tree, setting it up and enjoying the fresh pine smell was well worth all the mess the pine needles make. But after adventuring too far through the pine tree farm, you and Changbin struggle to find your way back. Instead, you're forced to deal with a demon of your own creation.

WARNINGS descriptions of injury, death, horror creature thing? (idk how to properly put a warning on that soz)

MASTERLIST

It was a scene out of a movie. The snow falls seemingly in slow motion, catching on your eyelashes before falling and melting on the warmth of your cheeks. You were huddled up tight in your jacket and scarf. One hand in your pocket, the other in Changbins as he held your hand tightly. He looked much the same as you did. His face was hidden under a mask and scarf, his hair disappearing under a beanie. You stood patiently in line, waiting to be served at the tree nursery. 

Today wasn't the ideal day to be out walking through a forest. But it was the only day Changbin had time before Christmas. And of course, it was a day when the weather was not on your side. A cold wind blew snow throughout your area, with no sun to be seen behind the thick clouds, it was miserable. 

With the poor weather, it surprised you how many people were out and about. But slowly you made your way to the front of the line. Dragging your feet against the mushy snow with each step. Finally, you reach the front of the line, Changbin does the talking as you hold onto his arm and look after the field of pine trees. You feel like a child but you don’t mind it, you feel safe with Changbin and want to enjoy the excitement of Christmas with him.

You try to get a head start and find a tree perfect for your apartment, but from this far away they all look the same. The falling snow distorts your vision. You see a figure move through the trees in the distance. The figure is too big to be a human, frame towering over where even a tall human would stand. You squeeze your eyes shut, convinced it's a mixture of your mind playing tricks on you and the snowfall. But when you open it, you meet with an empty row of trees once again.

Before you can express your findings to your boyfriend, he's leading you towards the trees. Each step was filled with joy. He speaks to you in his high-pitched voice. “Is my baby excited to get a tree?”

“Binnie” You cringe, laughing away the worry your mind created. It’s a combination of the thick clothing you're wearing as well as the weight of the snow against your boots that makes you waddle along through the trees. Your conversation with Changbin flows nicely, stopping mid-sentence to point out a nice tree before continuing to talk. The two of you may have been a tad picky when deciding what tree to bring to your home. 

“It’s a good shape but it was too tall for the lounge”

“Not that one! It’s barely a stick!”

“Look over there, it's nearly as short as you!”

By the time the two of you can agree on a tree, what was left of the hiding sun was beginning to set. But to you, no time has passed. You brushed it off as if you were just enjoying spending time with your boyfriend, but still, something felt off. You felt uneasy being in a forest this late. You stood patiently as Changbin kneeled down, marking the trunk of the tree you had decided on. Just as it did earlier in the day, your eyes began to wander around the trees that surrounded you and panic hit you. You didn’t recognize any of where you were, the snow covering where your tracks had come from. With the sun disappearing, you must've gone further enough that you could no longer see the building where you started. But once again, it felt off, your legs aren't sore as they should be walking such a long way. 

Just as your worries began to get the best of you, Changbin stood, brushing the snow off of his legs and giving you a smile. But it quickly dropped as he saw the panic on your face. Taking your gloved hand, he bought you closer to his side. “You ok my darling?”

“I think we’re lost” You heard him chuckle at your words, but you knew he wasn’t making fun of you. Instead, it was to reassure you.

“Don't be silly. I know where we are” He sounded confident but you watched as his head turned in each and every direction before his eyebrows furrowed together. “Maybe I don’t know where we are”

“Oh god,” You groan, not wanting to go through the process of being ‘rescued’ by the workers.

“It’s ok, let me just search it up on my phone” He didn't let you leave his side as he pulled out his phone. But once again, disappointment struck when he realised he had no service. You tried your own phone, having just as little luck when you saw the empty bars at the top of your screen. 

Changbin was always more level-headed than you, and he sensed your growing panic so he needed to act quickly. He took your hands, standing in front of you. “Y/N look at me” Meeting his eyes, you tried not to tear up, embarrassed about how easily upset you got. “We are ok. We’re not lost in some creepy forest, we're on a farm. Worst case scenario, they notice we're not back by the time they close and they’ll send someone out to find us”

“Worst case scenario is we die!” You know you're being dramatic but as your breathing gets heavier you can’t help it, the first tear rolling down your cheek. The creature you’re convinced you saw earlier passes through your mind.

“Y/N!” He whines, pouting his lips. “That won’t happen, I got you”

“Promise?” You give in to his hope, lip wobbling until he places a gentle kiss.

“I promise” He doesn’t dwell on the serious stuff for long, not wanting to upset you. “As I said, it's on a farm. If we walk far enough in one direction we’ll find the exit”

You rub your sleeve against your cheek, wiping off any stray tears. “Which way do we go then?”

He thinks for a moment, before starting to hum the track of a familiar sound. Placing his hands on your waist and rocking you back and forth. You laugh at his antics, the snow falling between your faces makes this feel like a scene from a romance movie. Something you had dreamed of doing with a lover on Christmas was now coming true. 

You stay like that for a moment, holding each other with the biggest smile on your face. He soon removes his hands, holding one out for you to grab. You can’t feel his skin with the gloves the both of you wear, but you've held it so many times you can imagine. Holding your hand over your head, he spins you. Continuing to hum as he lets you drop back into his arms. 

You’re facing a whole other direction by the time you’ve stopped twirling, you remain in his arms, looking up at him as he supports you. You break eye contact, pointing towards the new direction you're facing. “That way”

Changbins' theory of walking in one direction to find an exit had been proven wrong. After hours of trenching through the snow, you were just as deep in the forest as when you had started. Maybe even deeper. All the light had left the sky now, it was pitch black apart from the flashlights from your phones. But even then they were going to die soon. Keeping warm proved a challenge, yes you were wrapped in your winter gear but the snow still chilled you through to the bones. You felt them squeaking against your muscles with every step. 

“Binnie?” Your voice was weak, you felt small against the world and needed to hide against his arm. 

“Y/N” His voice was just as small and defeated as you. He stops, leaning into your touch. You spoke to him looking for reassurance. He always made you feel better, made you see the good in a bad situation. But as he spoke, you knew there was no hope left in him either. “What do we do?”

It was your time to be the strong one, he needed guidance and as much as you wanted to break down. You had to be there for him, the way he was always there for you. “Should we stop?”

He nods, taking a breath and slowing his steps. There are spots under the trees where no snow has fallen, protected by the leaves above. But the ground is still wet and frozen. The two of you opt to squat and lean against the trunk. Although it's not the most comfortable, your legs ache and any form of relief is welcomed. You stare at Changbin, head resting on the tree just as he does. His eyes search for any hope that you may have, but just like him, you're empty. Drained of any emotion. 

“What’s the plan?” You finally speak, breaking the comfortable silence that comes with being by Changbin.

“I guess-” As he begins to speak, a deep roar comes from somewhere near you. It's a brutal sound, making the both of you jump to your feet. Panic eating you alive. Incivility you hold onto Changbins hand. 

Loud footsteps make the ground shake as whatever makes the noise heads your way. Realistically, you could run. It's a big enough place you could lose whatever was coming. But both of you are frozen. Your heart sinks as the creature finally comes into view, the same one you saw earlier in the day. As it makes its way towards you, you get a better view. Their skin is pale, almost white from the lack of sun. Although it walks on all fours, it resembles something of a human, but from years of abuse from the forest, its skin as bones. But not human bones, each and every point on the thing is long and extended. You can barely comprehend what you're seeing as it gets closer and more details to come to light. It has a human face, mouth tore open and eyes deep, but human nonetheless. Despite all the uncanny features, the detail that is most familiar to you is the one that scares you the most.

Around the red and irritated neck of this beast is a gold chain that holds a bright red gem. Something Changbin had gifted you last Christmas, something you had never taken off. You look down and find your necklace still in place. But why is this thing wearing a matching one?

You don’t know if Changbin has noticed this, but even if he has he's in too much of a hurry to leave. He grips your hand tighter and begins running. You're grateful he's able to make the first move getting out of here. But you two are not the only ones trying to escape. You don’t dare to look back, hearing the loud thumping come back. This time faster and closer. 

You try your best to keep up with Changbin, your legs going as fast as they can despite the burning. Any discomfort you felt earlier is replaced with the need to survive. But your body can’t keep up with your mind and you feel your legs give out under you. A sharp pain shoots through your leg as you feel your ankle twist. You lose your grip on Changbin and he continues forward for a moment before noticing your absence. Looking up and behind you, you see the creature run between the trees, almost at your feet now.

“Just go!” You yell at Changbin, struggling against the cold to stand. But he doesn’t listen, turning around and grabbing your arm.

“I’m not leaving you!” He screams in your face, tears pouring down his. He tries to pull you up but your legs aren't cooperating. If Changbin wants to survive, he needs to leave you now. Through sobs, you beg for him to go, trying your hardest to stand despite your chances. 

Before you can get another word out, Changbin goes flying away from your side. A flash goes past your head as the creature follows. Your scream is almost deafening as you watch the snow soak red. The creature lurks over Changbins unmoving body, completely ignoring your cries for it to leave him alone. Despite only being a few metres in front of you, you struggle to crawl through the snow to get to him.

Eventually, the creature looks up and directly at you, blood soaks its mouth, blood that has been ripped from the stomach of the one you love the most. Despite this, the most disturbing part is the recognition of the creature's face. It’s like looking directly into a mirror. Tears brim your eyes and you give up. Wishing for death so you don’t have to deal with the pain of losing Changbin. Once you hear the crunching of snow you brace yourself for what should be your final moments. But once you open your eyes again, you’re alone. The creature simply disappears out of sight.

In front of you still lies Changbin, or what remains of him. His torso is ripped to shed, his blood melting the snow around him and revealing the soft grass underneath. Finally being able to move, you make your way to him.

Looking down at his face, he’s just as beautiful as ever, even more, peaceful than how you saw him last. But you can’t help the build-up of sorrow in your chest and soon you’re sobbing again. The mouth opens as tears rip through your body. You manage to look at him once again, seeing your tears fall onto him. Wiping them away, you begin to beg again.  “Changbin you can’t leave me. Please! You promised!”

No response.

“Please god, this can’t be happening. I need him, I-I can’t do this. It isn't fair!” After what felt like a lifetime of begging, you've run out of tears. The cold numbs your skin and freezes your heart. It’s harder to walk now, but you say your goodbyes and start to walk again. determined to make it out of this. Determined to survive.

But walking becomes your life. You’re walking in loops for days, months, or years? You lost track. The snow never stopped but neither did your legs. You wore through your shoes, soon walking on your bare feet. The snow froze them, breaking down your skin until you were walking on the bone. You grew used to the pain, growing stronger from it. With constant snow came no sun, draining you of any colour and any life you had. With no energy, it became more effective to walk on your hands as well. But the same treatment happens, breaking your skin and building up your bones. 

You were a shell of what you once were, but the pain ate you alive. Nothing was more excruciating than watching your lover die. Not the cold, not the bleeding or the blisters. Nothing. You would walk on forever, breaking your bones before you would ever wish anyone to experience the pain you did. 

So when you saw your younger self standing in line, you watched on from the tree line. Begging for attention from who you once were. A warning not to come any closer. But just as the first time, you were too distracted by love to know any better.