#red envelope show 2023

[brianbritigan]

My contribution to this year’s​ Red Envelope Show from Grumpy Bert ✨🧧🐇✨ Opening at myplasticheart in Brooklyn one week from today!

[pieroulette]

My Little Angel

2023 | 18+ | ONESHOT | PARK SUNGHOON × READER

WARNING yandere fallen angel!sunghoon, noncon smut, pure filth. 🗿 minors don't interact but i'm not your mama that are able to supervise you, you have your own brain so consume content responsibly.

WORD COUNT 1.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE just a small practice of ehem yk, cuz i don't write smut rlly and this is my second smut story obv, since route 1 has me coughing sm. so it might be rlly bad. plus sunghoon's hair is just giving me sm feels 🗿

SUNGHOON WOULD NEVER LET YOU GO, you who were his pretty little angel. One that had brought him to complete euphoria and at the same time to his demise.

The first time he laid his eyes on you was when the priests summons spiritual angels for a holy ritual, and you were amongst the young nuns presented. Your existence took his breathe away that it cause one sinful thought arising within him.

That alone had him shaking his head in pure agony, trying to shake those thoughts away but strangely, those sinful thoughts only multiplies, slowly devouring his innocence and turning his prayers to God into prayers for you.

His mind no longer whispers the name of God but rather consumed by your name.

For a couple of months, he watches over you with his presence invisible, that the nun with a great psychic ability beside you one day asked if you were aware that you had a guardian angel remaining by your side, and that your guardian angel's energy wasn't the colour of light but rather of darkness.

That ripped your peace of mind into ashes, praying to the God for protection, answers of what has fall upon you, and so on.

Sunghoon saw it all, only remaining silent. Sure, he had fallen in love with you but he chose to stay behind the curtains, but one day when a man came into the frame—it broke him to pieces, and another type of sin arises in him; greed and desire for a human blood.

It shook you to your core when an angel who you often imagine as supreme beings with the light enveloping their magnificent wings—were soaking in crimson blood.

That was the first time he showed himself before you, voicing out a rather simple sentence. "I'll return again."

Even when you dared to break off the rules he created for you and escape through the white door that was supposed to protect you from the outside world, just like he said.

But you didn't listen to him, so now you had to pay the price because you were a bad girl—ruining his image of you being his obedient angel.

Sunghoon pushes you off to the bed with his enormous strength. As an angel, he's far more stronger than you are and now that he had fallen to the underworld, strangely he gained more power and strength—feeding on dark energies from the underworld creatures.

And the day he turned into a fallen angel with his once glowing white wings drenching in pitch black ink, was also the day he took you away from the church, stripping your right of freedom.

Locking you inside this room bathed in silk red, where behind those doors were engulfed with dark creatures you were beyond frightened to lay your eyes upon. But what you didn't knew was how they were afraid of you, who Sunghoon absolutely adores. That's why it had them at the edge of their life when your existence was nowhere to be found in the room.

Yet, it was not difficult for Sunghoon to capture you back but oh did it irritates him beyond his expectation. He expected you to be good and obedient just like when he saw you for the first time.

But this, such an atrocious act for him that he desires to give you a suitable punishment.

Your small and petite figure aroused him even more, adding the fact that you're nervous and writhing like a prey waiting to be devoured.

You knew there was no escaping, not when the windows and doors were locked, completely sealing you from any escape possible, not when this boy in front of you were much stronger than you are.

You are truly doomed.

He climbs on top of you and grips both your wrists on the mattress amidst your protests and cries, mouth trembling as the hot breathe of his mouth slides down to your neck, and licks it with his tongue.

"I've been too good to you, love. I guess it's only wise I take what's mine now," his finger slids down to your tummy, in which you immediately tighten your thighs together but he was quick to put his hand in between, using his strength to open your legs again.

And in a split moment, his hand cupped your private part making you panic along with a hint of arousal hitting your core.

"I really wanna make love with you since the first time I saw you.." Sunghoon growls, pressing his finger inside your clit making your back arched in pleasure.

You don't want this. You really don't want this.

"To feel what it's like it to be inside you.."

You pressed your lips tight, tears threatening to come out from your eyes as he pressed his body closer to yours, the warmth of him engulfing your entire body.

"Hear your sweet little sounds.."

His eyes filled with nothing but love and lust.

"Make you cum and all.."

The desire to eat you raw and stain your innocence with his hands and mouth were driving him utterly insane that his eyes and hands rattled immensely.

"Because of what I'm about to do to you, is driving me crazy right now, love." Sunghoon presses a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips brushing down your ears as he uttered another dirty words that sent shivers down your spine. "You would be so cute under me, so fucking innocent and yet so fucking dirty just because of me."

"But I was too kind, too lenient to let you do what you want. It's my fault you turn out so bratty like this.." he softly murmurs, as his fingers dig even deeper and deeper into your clothed clit.

"I should teach you now then, train you on how to be my sweet little good girl.." Sunghoon breathe out, "My little angel."

"N-no.. I'm s-sorry!" You choked on your tears, begging for this to just be a dream.

"Shh.. then show me how sorry you are while I'm fucking you raw."

He pulled your skirt down but you tried to stop it, yet he was stronger and faster and now the cold air hits your bare thighs. His hands slapped your arm away, gripping it against the mattress as he kissed your neck and licked it.

He buried his knee between your legs and his other hands cupped your breast making you let out a tiny moan — a sweet melody to his ears. His fingers made its way under your shirt, giving you goosebumps as his hand travelled to your bare tummy up to your breast, then he pinched your nipples and played with it.

You could only cry, and take what he's giving you. The more you resist, the more he gets aroused. The bed creaking, blankets wrinkling, and wet spots forming on your panties as you felt his hard and growing bulge against your core.

You were getting a weird delicious feeling under your clit and you hate it that you like it.

In a split moment, he gets rid of your shirt, exposing your breast and all. You tried to cover yourself but he growled, eyes narrowing as his hands harshly prevented you from doing so.

"So fucking cute.." he breathes against your ear, his hands forming circular patterns on your bare back.

He licks your neck with his tongue then the edge of teeth sank just below your shoulder, marking you as his as blood trickle down to your bare chest, a mixture of arousal and pain engulfed your entire body as he pushes himself deeper and closer to you.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

All you can think of was to get him to stop but the way your body reacts to his sinful touches was saying a different thing.

The clock hanging on the wall across the room were the only thing you were left to observe as he devours your body with his lips and tongue, the edges of his fingers and hands travelling it's way every edge of your skin without your consent.

1:05am

It has been nearly two hours since he was forcing himself on you, your clothes scattered around the floor with his and yet it doesn't look like it's gonna end anytime soon.

Your ears catches the sound of a belt unbuckling on its own and your tired teary eyes glanced towards the source of the noise, your breath hitched nervously as he unzipped his pants, his face were wild flushed and lips swollen with the amount of contact he forced against you and his soft hair gone into a wild mess, his toned body having bead of sweat on his neck streaming down to his torso.

He slowly puts his cock inside you making your back arched in both arousal and pain, your lower part felt so full, getting filled with wet and girth.

Then he starts to thrusts in you—loud, lewd and dirty slaps echoing through the room. The smell of sex strongly lingering in the air, beads of sweats forming on your forehead as your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in his skin bound to form fresh red crescent marks that will serve as a form of achievement for him tomorrow when he sees it in the mirror.

Sunghoon's fucked up expression contorts even wilder as he shuts his eyes and his mouth hangs low and his head throws back, leaning back down again to kisses you roughly, tongue meets tongue, lewd sound forming along with it — everything was incredibly wet and dirty.

His hand gripping your left thigh up to let himself sink even deeper inside you, you could feel every part of him inside your body, it was as if you were being filled with so much pleasure and pain at the same time. Your toes curling up in the air, and you could feel wet liquid dripping down to your wet hole.

Soon you couldn't suppressed your moans even though you bit your lips, he chuckled at how cute you are under him. "Fucking cute.. my little angel."

You felt a knot forming under your stomach and he realizes you were coming, your knees weak and a burning arousal all over your body as he keeps thrusting in you, his cock hitting all the sweet spots inside you.

Then he bends down, taking your neck with his hands as he deeply kisses you as you experienced your first orgasm, knees vibrating in pleasure while his tongue plays with yours.

Hot and wet liquids trickling down to your thighs, seeing it gave him satisfaction that he was able to pleasure you and also be the first man to ever take your innocence away just like when you stripped the innocence of his mind away.

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[juxtaposed-nerd]

aapi heritage month headcanons pt. 3 !!!

just in time for s3 of dndads, let’s get into it! this one will probs be a lot but so much has happened in the past year 😭

- taylor LOVES chinese new year, he looks forward to it every year as the favorite (only) child and he eats all the dumplings he could ever eat and gets tons of red envelopes

- cassandra and morgan become best friends/mother-daughter relationship vibes post-doodler, like they are the most badass and cool women in the world and i do think taylor grows to love morgan so much and even though his relationships with nick/glenn are strained, at least he has the best mom and grandma

- as a voice actor for anime/cartoons i think cassandra really did fall in love w the art of anime and i’d love for her to guest at a con (make her the j michael tatum of her world PLEASE) and taylor gets a free ticket to weeb out as much as he wants <3

- in my heart glenn is trying his best, like he really wants that closeness (haha) and i think now post-doodler it's like literally what started as a father/son duo of him and nick now is genuinely a huge (kinda fucked up) family that is trying to mend itself and i do think it starts with chinese takeout !!!

- sidenote i think the close/foster/swifts etc are a great example of how freddie has subverted asian stereotypes fr and also how a family stuck in an absent/neglectful cycle has the ability to come together again

- the mending includes hermie too, hermie definitely deserves something more in his life and the chance get to be a kid w a home in the form of a big family w his bio dads (his normal parents are invited too) (and i also love the idea of normal being like 'grandpa henry! this is the guy!' and hermie being an honorary oak would be so cute 😭)

- hermie went and saw joy ride (2023) bc it was marketed as a comedy and came out bawling his eyes out from that one scene y’all adoptees know what im talking about

- tbh thinking about taylor's closeness w his mom and francis's w kimon wan literally asian moms are holding this show together

- the farnsworth’s are thai and german and they came to peachyville at a young age to give their newborn son a better life very starting nuclear family vibes, ed definitely learned thai for her, and now their son is a bowling champ!

- francis farnsworth and taylor swift are lowkey the spectrum of asian upbringing where it's like midwest asians vs socal asians 😳🤭 they live in different worlds

- kimon wan is an immigrant mom just trying to raise her family and her damn son wont stop being a loser 🤦‍♀️ literally milf w a shotgun (ed is a lucky man FR) (sorry anthony burch)

- when francis is having a really tough day then kimon wan will leave a plate of cut up fruit at his door so he knows he's still supported

- luo's golden wok is the first and only chinese restaurant in peachyville and they have to have the best pepper steak ever im calling it now

- tony collette would love and hate both jodie and glenn i think for different reasons but instead of calling them formosans he’d call them orientals 💀

- also tony collette is 0.0001% asian (chinese) and tyrus luo either DEFINITELY knows which is why he puts up w all the bullshit tony does or tony is determined to make sure that tyrus NEVER finds out ever

- they have a 'throwback' silent movie night at the drive-in and they show a meryl streep film and literally everyone falls in love w him 🥰

- billion millions was a crazy rich asian and he was an icon

- once again they mean the world to me! might end up posting more at some point who knows lol

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checkout past headcanons: 2022! 2023!

[sunaluv]

BEST OUTSIDE HITTER- K.S

Event m.list

sakusa, ever the gentleman, held his arm out for you to take as the two of you made your first appearance at the tokyo awards night. you gracefully wrapped your manicured, jewellery-clad hand around his toned arm that was concealed by the crips suit he wore.

before you could even look up, the flashing lights of the photographers came crashing in. you stood up straight, gently running your hands down across the crystals of your dark mermaid dress. the sequins caught the reflection of the vigorous flashing causing a twinkling like affect on your dress.

your eyes met your husbands eventually after looking him over from the polished black shoes to the signature curl that rest against his forehead. for a moment, the sounds and shouts of the people around you stopped as your proudness and affection shone in your eyes.

you were very proud of kiyoomi.

the two of you walked down the red carpet, giving people time to admire the two of you, get good photos and whatnot until you finally entered the ballroom of the awards ceremony. quickly surveying, you caught the eye of the rest of the MSBY team, as well as players from other teams, some bringing their partners as plus ones, others bringing friends or going solo.

after you two made rounds, you pecked sakusa on the cheek before going to catch up with the friends you spotted earlier.

-

the awards ceremony had officially started. the volleyball teams were seated around their assigned tables meaning you could not sit with kiyoomi, but his frown was short lived as you he basically demanded you cheer the loudest for him if he won, to which you corrected him with when he won.

the black jackals had gotten used to their usually stoic teammate wearing a faint smile when around you, so they learned not to question it when kiyoomi returned with pink-dusted cheeks and a smile not so easily caught as his head was ducked down.

the announcer had finally made it to the athlete's awards after what felt like years of watching last year's volleyball highlights. you swore you saw all the players sit up straight when a man in a fine suit wheeled out numerous gold trophies that caught the spotlight as they travelled.

"...and now for the outside hitter's awards," the pretty lady announced as the slideshow behind her showed various outside hitters' highlights. you couldn't help but smile seeing numerous clips of sakusa on the screen.

"this year has been exploding with new talent. as we know, most of the teams have at least fifty percent of new players coming from the same tournament back in the high school days..."

her introduction to the category was great, but the anticipation was eating you up inside, making you a little antsy. meians fiancee chuckled from her place beside you at the roundtable as she watched your leg bump up and down restlessly.

"...and now to announce the winner of the best outside hitter award of 2023..." your leg stopped. the room was silent as she peeled open the envelope, matte red lips lifting at the name inside.

"...and your winner is... sakusa kiyoomi of the MSBY black jackals!"

the room erupted into applause as his teammates clapped him on the back all at once. though particular about who touches him, he didn't mind this time.

his onyx eyes met your excited ones from across the table and you clapped your hands, whispering a silent well done, I'm proud of you, as your cheeks started to ache from all the smiling.

the cameras followed as he ascended onto the stage, shaking hands with the announcer and the trophy guy before taking the slightly heavy trophy from his hands.

he then made his way to the microphone.

"thank you so much for this," he started still in shock, a smile of disbelief on his face. "I'm not sure i was expecting this, but i know one person was" he spoke teasingly, looking directly at you. "I'm beyond grateful to MSBY and my teammates for setting up an environment for me to show my skills because clearly, it paid off." the shouts of atsumu and bokuto could be heard, which made his smile grow wider. "ill continue to make you proud, thank you for believing in me, everyone."

the room again burst into congratulatory shouts as he made his way down the stage, receiving many more claps on the back from other teams.

on the way back to his seat, he passed your table, cupping your cheek with one hand, and briefly pressing his lips to yours. you ignored the wolf whistles from the people sitting at your table.

"i knew you would get it, mr best outside hitter sakusa kiyoomi."

he chuckled and nodded.

"i know, thank you, my number one fan."

[americasass81]

Toys 'R' Us

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Non-Consensual Sex, Dubious Consensual Sex, Kidnapping, M/F Penetrative Sex (vag & anal), F/F Oral, M/F Oral (f receiving, everything else implied), Implied M/M, Choking, Very Mild Language, Restraints, Fingering, Fisting, Anal, Squirting, Use of Pet Names. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Pairings:- dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, dark!Tony Stark x Female Reader, dark!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Author’s Note 1: This is my submission for @jtargaryen18 Halloween Challenge 2023. Having chosen the prompt below, I’m kinda hoping I pulled it and the spooky sense of the season off.  Even if I didn't, I most definitely had fun writing this. Thank so much for hosting this delightful challenge Jamie, you’re an inspiration to so many of us here.  Hope anyone who reads this enjoys 💖

Challenge Prompt:- (The Portal in the Pumpkin: You carve one of the pumpkins Tony ordered, but this one turns out to be a portal to somewhere else...)

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- Whomever told you Halloween parties were supposed to be fun never heard of those involving Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.  What will happen when you accept an invitation to Tony Stark’s latest shindig?

Total Word Count:- 8,278

The invitation showed up in your mail just like it did every year you had worked for Tony Stark.  But this year should have been different.  Oh sure the heroes had stopped Thanos and things had pretty much gone back to normal.  But what it had cost humanity seemed to have been forgotten by everyone but you.  And here was the proof.

Looking at the red envelope with its gold writing you still couldn't believe this was happening.  Tony was dead after all.  Steve had chosen to abandon his friends and those that cared about him to live in the past with some British dame who promised him a dance but had no idea of the man he had become.  And Natasha? Well Nat had willingly sacrificed herself knowing that no power in existence could ever bring her back.

So whose idea was it then that this Halloween should be celebrated in the same fashion Tony celebrated every occasion ... with a fabulous party that people talked about long after it was over.  Opening up your door now and heading inside your home, the shocks continued to rock your system as you ripped open the envelope and pulled out the invitation you were now so used to receiving.

Except this wasn't anything like the previous ones.

Appearing now in ghostly holographic form and coupled with the time of year it was, Tony's voice sent a shiver down your spine as he reached out from beyond the grave and reminded you just how prepared he was for anything life threw his way.  "Hello darling."  Ugh there it was again you thought, that cringe worthy endearment that even in death was still such an integral part of who he was.  "If you're seeing this then I am no longer among the living, but that hardly seems like a valid reason to let my legacy crumble.  Therefore in true Tony Stark fashion," he continued with his hand upon his heart, "your presence is hereby requested at the last Stark party to be hosted by yours truly.  No need to R.S.V.P., it's not like you would deny a dead man's last request after all."

Watching now as he winked back at you before the recording disappeared and left you on your own once again, you dropped onto the couch behind you and tried to think through your options.  You hated parties after all.  In all honesty it had to be the only part of being Tony Stark's assistant that really grated on you.  Long hours.  Tedious requests.  His never ending flirtatious ramblings.  All of these you took in your stride and even laughed off some of them.  But these parties were definitely something you could do without.

Which you figured was why Tony always insisted you show up.  Mixing with humanity was, according to someone who preferred to bury himself with machines, the only way to experience all the thrills life had to offer.  God even now the thought of Tony lecturing you on always choosing books over partying made your eyes roll.  He really knew how to annoy you it seemed.

Yet even in death, the man still had a point.

You could never deny him anything in life and you weren't about to cheat him out of his last request now.  No matter how painful it would be to attend knowing that the man of the hour wasn't going to be there, you would always show up for him.  Giving one last look at the invitation now and acknowledging that you at least had two day to prepare for this blessed event, you then headed off to bed and figured tomorrow would give you plenty of time to track down something suitable to wear.  After all one couldn't show up to a Stark Party in any old rags.

Greeting the world again on what you thought was the following morning, you were beyond horrified to discover that you had actually slept a whole day away.  Trying to remember now if you had actually gotten out of bed at all, some empty water bottles on your bedside locker and some vague memory of trips to the bathroom comforted you at least with the knowledge that you had left the bed.  But that seemed to be all you did.  Thinking back now on the last activity you could remember accomplishing, throwing yourself into bed after a long and exhausting day at work somehow convinced you now that the invitation you recalled receiving was simply a dream brought about by far too many long days and sleepless nights.  However, rising from the bed and leaving the room, the envelope and its contents waiting on your living room coffee table told you the summons was real.  Tony Stark was causing you problems once again.

Picking it up and now reading through the finer details his holographic presence and your tiredness had previously caused you to overlook, you now confirmed with a deep sigh the last thought you had that night before sleep knocked you out cold ... nothing in your closet would qualify for this event and you would definitely have to go shopping.  Sighing now with the realization that two days notice had disappeared to become the day of the party, you figured you better get a move on.

Calling a taxi then to pick you up in half an hour, you hurried off into the bathroom to shower and dress before heading outside to catch your ride.  Sitting into the taxi then and telling your driver Devon exactly where you wanted to go, you tried to focus on him talking to you about mundane things like the weather or the last football game he watched but the list of various Halloween outfit shops popping up on your phone as you scrolled through Google proved too much of a distraction to really take in much of what was being said.  After all, with the party taking place tonight this shopping trip was the very definition of last minute.  And you despised last minute chores.

Which you guessed explained the headache that was now beginning to form.

At last arriving in the center of the city, you promptly paid and thanked your driver before exiting the taxi and heading off towards the nearest costume shop.  Hoping for a one and done kind of experience, stepping inside the front door at least brought you some comfort when you were greeted by a throng of adults and children milling about through the huge array of colorful costumes stretching as far as the eye could see.  You weren’t the only one it seemed that the spooky season had crept up on.

Walking through the shop now around excited children, harried adults and even more stressed out shop assistants, you made your way to the adult sections and carefully pawed through every single costume without any of them really screaming out ‘pick me.’  Giving up at last when nothing really grabbed your attention, you left the shop and headed to the next one and the next one and the one after that.  Eventually tired out and wondering why you were unable to find a simple costume for a simple Halloween party, you figured a spot of lunch might allow you to clear your head and start over when suddenly a quick glance down a side alley revealed a small shop decked out in pumpkins, spiders and all manner of ghost and ghoulie.

Glancing around now and observing that no one else seemed even remotely aware of the shop’s existence or where you were even looking, you took a few extra seconds to ponder this revelation before swallowing your concerns, placing one foot in front of the other and heading off towards its door.  Placing your hand on the knob then once getting within its reach, you held your breath and pushed forwards.

Stepping inside the first thing that caught your eye wasn’t the smoking cauldrons or the various supernatural creatures displayed throughout but the actual interior of the place itself … it reminded you of a forest.  Decked out with a moss like carpet, the night sky overhead contrasted beautifully with the leaves cascading down the walls in all the glorious colors of fall.  It took your breath away.  In fact you were so mesmerized by the whole scene before you that you actually let out a shocked scream when a hand landed on your shoulder as the owner of the shop made her presence known to you.

“I’m sorry my dear, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she apologized politely as you smiled back tenderly while you tried to reassure her that no harm had been done.  Starting a conversation then regarding how amazing her shop looked and at the same time how empty it was compared to most of those on the main street, she simply smiled and reassured you that she still turned a nice profit through those that were destined to find this place.  Taking no notice of her exact words however as your attention now fell to the lack of costumes on display, you wondered if she could actually read your mind when she walked over to the door, locked it and then turned her attentive gaze back on you before speaking.  “Now dear, how about you follow me to the back room and we’ll see if we can find something to bring out your spooky spirit.”

Glancing at the locked door now as she simply walked past you while motioning for you to follow after her, your mind quickly debated what you had gotten yourself into before the memory of why you were even on this trip reminded you that you were terribly low on options.  The party was fast approaching and all the other shops you had tried had been woefully disappointing.  This one really couldn't be any worse, right?  So silencing your reservations then and following behind her step by step, thirty minutes later had you endlessly thanking her as you finally had a costume that suited you and the occasion perfectly.  She truly had delivered.  Saying your goodbyes then, picking up a few essential items and grabbing a quick bite to eat, you next hailed a taxi to get you back home to begin preparing for the night ahead.

Opening up the door to your apartment and stepping inside, you put away your other purchases before heading into your bedroom and dropping the bag containing your costume onto the bed.  Sinking into the chair in the corner of the room then, you contemplated one more time about not going to this party before you finally chastised yourself for hiding yourself away from your former work colleagues.  Sure Tony’s death had been hard on you, so hard in fact you sought out a new job even as the Avengers now rebuilt the compound at a completely different site and Pepper had offered you a lucrative position as her own personal assistant.  Still it would never be the same.  It couldn’t be.  Tony may have been a colossal pain in the ass after all, but he did make things fun.  And it was that fun you missed most of all.

Taking off your shoes now that your mind was beyond changing, you then reached for your phone, booked a taxi for an hour and a half later and finally headed off towards your en suite to start your preparations.  Stripping off your clothes then as the shower heated up and sent its soothing sounds throughout the room, you now stood beneath its warm spray and washed off all the grime trying on the various costumes had deposited on your skin.  Grabbing a towel then and heading back to your bedroom, you dried off before retrieving the costume and looking it over once more.  It really was impressive.

At last feeling all the excitement of the evening ahead, you slipped on the black and red leather bodysuit along with the knee high boots before standing in front of the full-length mirror just inside your closet door.  Admiring the way the suit hugged your figure while cupping your breasts in a way that honestly had you feeling all kinds of sexy, you had to admit that nothing looked as good as your legs leading down from the bodysuit to nestle snugly within the boots.  As Tony would say you were indeed a looker.

Genuinely smiling now for the first time since receiving the invitation, you next went about securing the high collar with the adjustable straps provided before taking out the accompanying belt and securing it firmly around your waist.  Watching now as the four sheer drapes cascaded down your thighs and ass, the light make-up and fake blood you then applied finally finished off the look splendidly and you had to agree that the shop owner was indeed correct.  This was most definitely your look.  Checking the time on your phone one last time, you then picked up your jacket and the invitation and walked out the door just in time to sit into the waiting taxi and head off to see what adventure lay ahead.

Pulling into the parking area of the new Avengers Compound twenty minutes later and handing over your jacket and invitation at the door, arriving at the entertainment floor confirmed that you had made the right decision despite the fact that for the first time since you had come to work for him Tony would not be here.  In fact, it suddenly hit you now standing in this room that Nat and Steve also had to be added to the list.  It just didn’t seem fair.  Setting aside these depressing thoughts however in favor of living life large just like your former boss was notorious for, you plastered on your best and brightest smile and walking towards the bar, ordered the reddest drink they had in honor of the vampire princess your costume declared you to be.  Sipping on it slowly then as the taste assaulted your senses and whatever alcohol it contained burned your throat, you took a few minutes to look around the floor and study the lay of the land until a shiver traveled down your spine and a voice in the back of your mind told you you were being watched.

But that just had to be paranoia, right?

This was a party you were actually invited to, you were no one in particular and everyone looked to be enjoying themselves way too much to zero in on you.  No, you figured now with the outfit you wore the shiver was simply your body adjusting to the changes in temperature and as for the voice well, that you were going to write off as your imagination when a cursory glance around the room proved not one single person here was looking in your direction.  You were just another body.  Gazing out across the sea of faces more closely now bathed in the eerie glow of lighted pumpkins and multi colored billowing smoke, another sip of your drink to calm your nerves and it actually warmed your heart to see so many people - superheroes and Stark employees alike - just hanging out and enjoying the spooky season in all manner of costume that now made you feel right at home.

At last leaving the safety of the bar and venturing forth to mingle, talk and get a closer look at some of the activities, you not only discovered Thor’s dark talent for telling terrifying stories that appeared to be frightening even grown ass adults, but it actually made you smile even more to find Bucky and Sam thoroughly outdoing each other in an ever increasingly degrading game of Truth or Dare.  They really seemed to be embracing the spirit of the season.  Which you figured was something you should be doing.

Thinking now to yourself however of just how much Tony and Nat especially would have enjoyed the festivities on display, you were just about to join Wanda, Pepper and some of your former colleagues from before you left Stark Industries to work at the Avengers Compound for a game of 7 Minutes In … when a glimpse off to your left revealed Carol, Clint and Bruce in the throes of carving pumpkins and having a heated discussion as to which one of them was doing a better job.  Deciding there and then that this actually looked like far better fun and also using the excuse to get your hands on a knife, you placed your hand on Pepper’s shoulder and gave her a warm smile in greeting before making a beeline for the three Avengers currently trying to decide what exactly Carol was after creating.

Stepping up beside them now in the hopes of not only settling the argument but also just to see what each of them had accomplished, you too had to agree that the pumpkin was not something recognizable on Earth to which Carol now threw her arms around you and thanked you for stating the obvious.  Apparently she had indeed carved out some alien creature none of you had ever even heard of and neither of the guys had actually realized it.  Deciding now that your detective skills merited some type of reward and pointing out, to his dismay, that it made you smarter than the great Doctor Banner, Carol now reached behind you and picked up the nearest pumpkin for you to try out your skills on.

Taking the knife now offered by Clint, you waited until all three of them nodded their heads for you to begin and so you did.  Slicing off the top and scooping out the insides, you then carved slowly and carefully and fifteen minutes later a tea light nestled inside revealed the Kraken from Norse mythology devouring a ship and dragging it down to the depths of the ocean never to be seen again.  Grumbling between themselves that you were hiding talents from them, the three superheroes now admitted defeat and walking away left you thinking of what you wanted to do next.  Deciding that as grand, successful and fun as your first pumpkin carving attempt had been, it was a bit too dark in your opinion despite the season that was in it and so reaching for the biggest pumpkin you could find you made the first cut thinking that this time you wanted to try something simple and cheerful.

But alas it wasn’t meant to be.  Sliding the knife in and drawing it back out, a gust of wind simply loud enough for you to hear emanated from the pumpkin and as the knife plunged back in and created a larger cut, a portal formed before your eyes and sucked you forwards into the unknown.

Rising to your feet now having been unceremoniously dumped out wherever the portal had ended, you took a few steadying breaths before beginning the task of figuring out where you were and how you were going to make it back to the party.  Realizing also in the same breath the mistake it was to have left your phone in your jacket pocket, you now focused instead on where you might be and the revelation shocked you.  You were standing in what appeared to be a darkened toy store.  Massive beyond belief and covered in cobwebs, debris and all the eerie spectacle of the season, your hopes of getting out of here began to soar as you cautiously made your way down the nearest aisle and headed towards the front of the building.  But that hope did not last long.

Being greeted by boarded up windows that let in just enough light for you to see by, this revelation coupled with a nearby phone that proved to be lacking an active dial tone told you all you really needed to know.  The place was utterly abandoned and you were trapped inside.  Panicking now at the situation you found yourself in, you checked and rattled every window and door you could find for any possible way out but no exit appeared, so you now began searching the surrounding area for anything that might help you escape or at the very least alert someone outside that this place was not as abandoned as it appeared.  Failing miserably however as everything you tried chipped away at your sense of preservation, you finally sent your gaze upwards along the height of the shelving and wondered if you could climb them, reach the roofing system and manage to get out that way.

Looking around once more now at the front of the building which offered no escape and the Halloween decorations adorning this place that now looked far more sinister and creepy the longer they stared back at you, you accepted you had nothing left to lose and so placing your foot on the nearest shelving and reaching up over your head you prepared to climb and get a better view of things above you when the sound of someone chanting off to your left caught your attention.  Stopping what you were doing now and focusing more completely on what was being said, you still couldn't distinguish any one word from another but two facts were undisputed.  And they totally freaked you out.  One, you were no longer alone in this place and two, this new voice belonged to that of the male variety.  Which made you even more uneasy.  Taking a moment now to contemplate this new information in the context of what you were currently wearing and the time of year it was, you waited a heartbeat more before finally deciding that seeking assistance to get out of here was worth whatever danger may be waiting for you somewhere in the bowels of this disused toy store.

Dropping back down to the floor and moving forward now without alerting your unknown companion, you made it all the way to the action figure aisle where the light of a stationary flashlight illuminated the silhouette of a familiar figure standing before a life size cardboard cutout of The Black Widow Natasha Romanoff.  Completely forgetting the unusual circumstances now that landed you in this peculiar location, you hurried forwards and called out Steve Rogers name until a wayward glance beyond him stopped you in your tracks.

Something very strange was happening here.

Looking back and forth now between the man that sparked hope within you and the object that halted your movements, seeing what looked like blood dripping down Natasha's effigy made you want to run back the way you had come when another image caught and held your attention.  At the end of the aisle, four or five feet away now from where you and Steve stood, another life size cardboard cutout also stood dripping in the same red substance, but it was still easy to make out.  This one was Tony Stark.  Moving slowly past Steve now without any interference from him to stand before the image of your former boss, you were just about to reach out and wipe the red liquid from his cardboard helmet when a hand suddenly reached out to stop you and made your skin crawl.

"Please don't do that.  Jamie was very clear that their blood should not come in contact with any other living creature," Steve explained and the shadows dancing across his features as you glanced towards him somehow made him far more terrifying than you ever thought possible.

"Who the fuck is Jamie and just what the hell is going on here?" you asked, turning now to face Steve fully while his grip on your wrist and the bloody scene before you frightened you more than you ever willing to utter.  Especially to him.

Visibly flinching a bit at your language, tone or possibly both, Steve easily composed himself however before speaking.  "Oh I'm sorry sweetheart," Steve began as he now moved both of you away from the figure before you and the temptation you still had to touch it.  "I thought after all the time the two of you spent picking out your costume she would at least have given you her name.  Guess she didn't," he now finished as his tongue darted out to lick his lips while his eyes took in the sight of you for the very first time.

Following his eyes down your costume now as some of the pieces began to fall into place, you still didn't know for sure what puzzle they were falling into though and part of you questioned if you really wanted to find out given what you had seen so far.  But it proved to be a very small part however.  Deciding instead after a brief pause that you just had to know what was going on, you turned your full focus back on Steve now and asked the question he failed to answer once again.

"Well if you really must know, Jamie informed me that very little separates the living from the dead on All Hallow's Eve.  So using a spell she provided, Nat and Tony can walk this earth once again."

Completely horrified now by this revelation, all that it implied and his seemingly cavalier attitude to what he was proposing, your head screamed at you to run but your natural curiosity won out again as more words tumbled from your mouth without too much thought for what you were saying or the consequences they might reap.  "What the hell Steve?  Why would you do something like this?  Have you any idea the forces your actions could unleash?"

Locking his eyes with you now as he contemplated whether or not to tell you the truth, it seemed the truth won out in the end as America's sentinel of liberty began to speak once more.  "What can I say sweetheart?  I missed Natasha.  Hell even on some level I also missed Tony.  I just had to find a way to bring them back.  And this is it.  Whatever it takes," he finished with a cold, almost lifeless whisper and you knew now that all hope was lost.  This man before he was no longer the beacon of hope the world held him up to be and the longer his blue eyes roamed over your barely concealed form the more afraid you became of the circumstances that landed you here and the consequences should you be unable to escape.

Frantic now as your mind wandered back to the feeling of someone watching you as you entered the party, you wanted to tell yourself to shut the fuck up when another round of words left your trembling lips.  "It was you?" you stated almost as a question as more pieces of this puzzle made themselves known to you.  "You sent the invitation.  Organized for Jamie to find me.  You were watching me at the party too.  Oh god," you shuddered out suddenly as a final thought revealed itself to you, "you left that cursed pumpkin for me to find.  You wanted me here."

Backing away from him now as you no longer wanted to hear anything he had to say, you finally took off at a run not caring where you were headed, but only made it three aisles over before a heavy body slammed into you and brought you to the ground.  Trying desperately now to fight him off but failing miserably given his power, size and the position you found yourself in, you might have feared for your life as a crazed looking Steve turned you over and brought his hands around your throat if not for the words that settled in your ears as his fingers started to squeeze.  "Rest easy now sweetheart, I'm not done with you yet and there's at least one person both of us know who will be overjoyed to find you here."

Clawing at his hands now as your vision began to blur and his words frightened you more than any revelation so far this night, your fingers eventually fell from his as the cold embrace of darkness finally claimed you and his satisfied smirk was the last concrete image your mind captured.

Regaining consciousness some unknown time later to find Steve with his back turned towards you staring into space, you might have been horrified by the fact that your body suit was all that remained on your frame now if not for the fact that being practically naked was not your worst condition.  Ignoring the super soldier who seemed to have taken leave of his senses, your eyes now took in the makeshift scene all around you and it was worse than the one before he choked you out.  Following the line of your limbs, you quickly discovered that the drapes that earlier fell from your hips now tied you down to what looked and felt like the base of a fourteen foot trampoline.  Which didn't bode well for you.

Determined as a result to remain as quiet as possible so as not to alert your unhinged captor, you pulled your arms and legs towards you and while there was some tiny movement allowed, the fabric didn't even tear.  Which only confirmed that you weren't going anywhere anytime soon.  Meaning you were now in serious trouble.  Tired now from all the exertion this information and running from Steve had cost you, you relaxed back down on your makeshift prison and figured it was maybe time to try and reason with the man responsible for your current situation since you had nothing else to lose.  “Hey Asshole,” you began as a means of grabbing Steve’s attention though you knew once again that your attitude had not been well received by the noticeable tension that seemed to settle in his shoulders, “you maybe want to tell me why exactly I’m tied down here.  Surely you’re not going to go so far as to sacrifice me?” you now asked and you hated yourself for the tremor you knew he must be hearing in your voice.

“Sacrifice you?” Steve now asked as he turned around to face you before jumping up onto the trampoline and kneeling down between your open legs.  “Oh sweetheart don’t be silly.  Jamie doesn’t practice that type of magic, but you will have to contribute … something,” he now answered and as his fingers began gliding over your bound figure you suspected that his next answer was not going to be something that was going to excite you.  Even if you hadn't been tied down.

Listening intently now as the terror began to build, Steve informed you that come midnight Tony and Nat would step through their blood soaked cardboard cutouts and rejoin the world they gave their lives for.  All that then had to be done to seal the resurrection spell was for the two of them … well in this case the three of them, to spend the next twenty-four hours ravishing each other's bodies and yours so Jamie could harness the energy of said couplings for whatever purpose she required.  Finishing off this revelation then by leaning forwards and placing a kiss against each covered breast, you wished you could headbutt him in retaliation but the other questions swirling in your brain took priority.

Plus there was the fact that your current position didn’t allow you the strength to inflict that type of damage on him.  Still, telling Steve in no uncertain terms that you would tell Tony and Natasha what he had planned, you also told him that he had to be even more deranged if he thought the flimsy drapes tying you down would remain strong enough to hold you for that length of time.  His answer to this remark however only served to  shock you even more.

Glancing at his watch now before releasing a laugh that sent a chill through your very soul, Steve now seemed to take perverse pleasure in settling his lips against your ear before explaining the lengths he and Jamie had gone through to secure your participation.  “Oh sweetheart, your little shopping trip to Jamie’s did more than enable you to purchase this delicious covering.  The drapes while looking flimsy to you are actually enchanted to hold you forever until one of us releases you.  And as for telling tales to Tony and Nat," he continued with a tsk tsk sound, “well … try to reveal anything too detailed about your participation or Jamie’s involvement and all anyone will hear is you moaning, pleading and begging to be fucked harder.”

Rising off the trampoline now and heading back to the spot he had previously been watching from, your mind began to swirl with everything he had just told you but as a whooshing sound now broke the silence settling around you and Steve again, this new development now told you that the time you had left with full control over your voice was just about up.  So with very little choice left available to you, you swallowed your fear and asked Steve the one remaining question that haunted you the most now.  “Steve, what happens to me after twenty-four hours?  Will I actually survive what’s coming?”

Torn between answering you now and giving his full attention to his two friends whose cutouts you just now noticed standing a few feet away, a quick glance at the shimmering effigies and his watch told Steve he still had some time.  It couldn't hurt then to give you another piece of information, right?  Sighing again at your persistence before turning back to face you, he simply told you now that you would indeed survive but all four of you would then be bound together forever and beyond.  Informing you also that the question and answer portion of the evening was now officially over, you would have protested this final statement vigorously if not for the skeletal hands you now watched emerging from the cutouts before you.

This shit couldn't be real.

Following your frightened gaze and high pitched screams now to also witness what you were seeing, Tony and Nat emerging through the blood soaked veils should have been a welcome sight except for what actually appeared in their stead.  Disheveled skin, protruding bone and wispy strands of hair, you now felt bone chilling fear for the first time in your life at the prospect of having these creatures anywhere near you.  But Steve it seemed didn't care.  Moving forward now one step at a time for every one they took in your direction, you ignored Steve’s actions and his previous comments and pulled harder against your bindings until a new phenomenon drew your attention to what was taking place before your eyes.

Craning your neck now around Steve’s considerable bulk, your eyes widened in utter disbelief as you watched the desiccated corpses of two people you thought you’d never see again somehow absorb the blood that previously covered their cutouts and complete their transformations.  Reaching their friend and former teammate then, Tony and Nat embraced Steve in all their former glory and as the three friends focused on their own reunion you now wondered how long you had until their attention fell on you and whether this transformation was real or simply an illusion.

Fearful now that the answer to this unvoiced question would end up being the latter, yet not liking the former prospect any more either, you foolishly tried once more to free yourself from your confinement until Tony separated from his friends and locked his gaze on you.  “Well now darling, aren’t you a sight these once dead eyes thought they’d never see again.  Capsicle you really have outdone yourself,” Tony now added as he walked away from Nat and Steve and closed the distance between you.  Feeling your heart now pounding in your chest the closer he got to you as Natasha helped Steve strip out of his clothes, Tony at last reaching the trampoline and placing his hand upon your ankle told you one thing at least.  This was no illusion.

Completely naked, warm to the touch and looking every bit as human as he had in life, the smirk you never admitted to loving graced his newly restored features once again as he watched your eyes travel down his impressive physique to settle on his equally impressive package.  It was better than your dreams.  Calling for the others now to hurry up, Steve and Nat standing beside him equally naked now left you feeling positively fully clothed in the bodysuit that moments earlier had felt like nothing more than a glorified swimsuit.  But you knew it wouldn’t last.  Watching now as their hungry eyes raked over your bound and covered form, all three heroes nodded silently to each other now before Tony joined you on the trampoline and ripped the bodysuit from you.  Begging now for them not to follow through with what they had planned, it was Natasha that set out to put your mind at ease.

“Princess please, look at you.  Look at us,” she continued as Steve and Tony reached out and helped her up on the trampoline.  Dipping ever so slightly now from the combined weight of all four of you as Tony remained between your legs while Steve and Nat rested on either side of you, the redhead licking a stripe along your neck made you cringe in disgust until she started speaking once again.  Then you wanted to vomit.  “Do you see Tony’s package princess?  Tell me you haven’t fantasized about it buried deep within your flower.  And what about Steve?” she asked, reaching across your body then to place her hand around his glorious erection.  “Imagine this rod splitting you apart as you beg the guys to fuck your brains out.  Not that we'll be able to hear you much with my pussy dripping all over that sweet and talented mouth of yours,” Natasha finished with a laugh before her lips crashed against yours and her tongue invaded your mouth and tickled your senses.

Drawing back to let both of you breathe then while letting go of Steve’s equipment, the three heroes exchanged looks once again as Tony now made room for Natasha between your legs while Steve moved closer to fondle your breasts and replace Nat’s lips with his own.  Fighting off Steve’s advances now as his tongue darted out against your lips but failed to breach your oral cavity, he finally managed to penetrate your defenses however when Natasha bent down between your legs and buried her head against your intimate area.  Moaning out then as her lips descended over your folds and began to lick and nibble an area no man or woman had ever touched orally before, Steve took full advantage of your slippage and gliding his tongue over yours began to seek out any participation from you on his end.

Squirming now to get away from Steve’s skillful hands and Natasha’s talented fingers and mouth, you actually lost control of your senses when Tony attached his mouth to Nat’s private area and sent her moans reverberating through your pussy in a sensation overload you had never experienced before.  One that made your head spin.  Grabbing a hold of the drapes now as you and Natasha were pulled apart, you couldn’t tell where you ended and Nat started and at this moment you couldn’t really care.  Feeling your orgasm growing stronger and stronger as Natasha's tongue and fingers continued to assault your core, Steve now suckling on your breasts while Tony worked Nat towards her own release confirmed all that they had told you ... it was going to be a fourway.

But it didn't end there.  Hearing a female voice chanting in the same language you had heard earlier, a cracking sound joined the slapping, slurping and moaning sounds coming from all four of you and you figured now that this was the energy harnessing part of the spell that Steve had previously mentioned.  At least you might have accepted that explanation had your mind been able to focus completely on anything other than the sensations currently pulsing throughout your system.  Biting along your chest now so that your mouth was free to give a voice to their efforts, moaning out now just like Steve had promised as their manipulations of your body continued to push you higher and higher, you cried out your release and created a vice-like grip on Natasha's fingers as a powerful orgasm ripped through you and threatened to knock you out once again.  But it wasn't going to happen.  Continuing to fuck you through your high as Steve now egged her on and Tony increased his eating out of the redhead sandwiched between the two of you, one more powerful, never-ending spasm starting in your head and thrumming downward towards your toes and you felt the dam burst.  Literally.  Squirting out all over Natasha's face as she in turn released into Tony's waiting mouth, all three heroes now smiled in satisfaction at the moisture leaking from you and dripping down Natasha's face.

Laying atop you now as Steve moved forwards to taste her release on Tony's face, you would have chosen that moment to close your eyes to the scene before you if the redhead didn't have other plans.  Moving her body along yours as the guys now watched in rapt attention, her bringing her lips against yours should have made you thoroughly repulsed but instead it turned you on.  And the words she uttered next just added to your overall confusion and humiliation.  "You taste wonderful princess, don't you think?  I'm glad I got to sample you first," she finished with a wink as she then flopped down beside you and began discussing with the guys how all of you should proceed from here.  Deciding it was only fair that Steve should get to taste your nectar next, Tony and Nat now snuggled up on either side of you as the super soldier made himself comfortable between your legs.  Feasting on your pussy then as Nat and Tony showered your upper body with nips and kisses, you actually began to wonder if Steve required any air to breathe at all as your body responded to his stimulations and his face seemed determined to breach your entrance.

Begging him to stop eventually as you couldn't take much more, an imperceptible look towards his teammates had Tony holding down your hips while Nat placed her lips over yours to easily silence all of your objections.  No longer able to do anything now but feel each and every sensation swirling through you, your body finally succumbed to Steve's unrelenting torture as wave after wave of unending pleasure crashed throughout your body and you at last surrendered to the multiple orgasms competing within you for the title of strongest one.  Pleased with himself now at the effect he had on you as he collapsed exhausted between your legs, you hoped now they would at least let you rest a bit before starting up again.  But this was not to be part of their plan it seemed.

Having followed the rule of ladies first and then rewarding Steve for all that he had accomplished so far this night, Tony had waited patiently to taste your honeypot. But it seemed his patience now had run out. Returning to their starting positions as Natasha whispered in your ear how she had never tasted anything quite as exquisite as your pussy, Steve devoring your mouth once again did nothing to distract you from Tony's mouth attaching itself to your dripping folds. Acknowledging now for the first time that Steve and Nat were clean faced, the feel of Tony's goatee against your oversensitive lips was an altogether different experience. As were his skills. Realizing now that the previous two heroes had pulled you apart without ever actually manipulating your clit, Tony's nibbling on your bundle of nerves along with the tingling burn created by his facial hair added a whole new sensation to the pulses taking place within your core and as every muscle in your body began to tighten you knew you were in trouble. This was shaping up to be your most powerful release yet.

Successfully pulling back from Steve's mouth now as the pressure began to build throughout your system, you fought as best you could against Tony's hold even though it was an action that ultimately proved futile. Adding his fingers now which then became a fist as his tongue, lips and goatee all continued to aggravate the nerve endings his friends had previously sparked to life, you this time welcomed the darkness that surrounded you as fireworks burst behind your eyes and what felt like electricity crackled everywhere from your head to your toes. You had never in your life come so hard and part of you hoped you never would again. It was beyond draining.

Releasing the drapes then that tied your now limp body to the trampoline, the heroes began to use you in earnest now as each of them took turns to become acquainted with all of your holes and each others.  Twisting and turning you now in ever more creative ways as each of them tried it seemed to outdo the other, all you could do now was try not to pass out again as one orgasm ended and another one began.  In fact, so coordinated and determined were they in their dominance of you that at one stage in this bizarre ritual with Nat sitting on your face while kissing Steve beneath you and Tony somehow also sampling Natasha's nether regions, both of the guys' cocks buried in your pussy at the same time had all four of you joined as one.  And it wasn’t the only time this happened.  Another time, Steve buried in Nat's ass and Tony buried in yours while you and Nat pleasured each other seemed to you like something out of a pornographic movie. But this too had actually been real.

Losing track of all the times each of you had come now as well as trying not to think about the consequences of all the loads the guys had deposited within your core, you suspected this part of your ordeal was coming to an end however as the crackling energy you vaguely remembered noticing earlier coalesced into a shimmering barrier surrounding the trampoline as Steve and Tony both released one final burst of cum each against your shuddering walls.  Exhausted now to the point of being nearly catatonic, yet also eternally grateful that you had indeed survived, your body covered and overflowing with cum could not shut off the new round of questions forming in your brain as Steve and Tony nestled against your sides while Natasha lay down between your legs and rested her head upon your stomach.

Breaking the silence to ask what their plans were now that the twenty-four hour sex marathon had secured their resurrection, no amount of thinking or deducing on your part could have prepared you for the answer Tony furnished you with however.  Informing you that a house had been secured in your name somewhere in time, all of you would live comfortably on a secret fortune that Steve had amassed while populating this new time period with the next generation of earth’s heroes.

Strenuously protesting this idea while simultaneously groaning at the thought of all the sex that would be required to accomplish this goal, Tony and Nat peppering your skin with kisses did very little to distract you however as Steve reached under the trampoline and retrieved a bag containing four time travel suits with corresponding GPS wrist straps.  Slowly backing away from their location now as you all dismounted the trampoline, arguing with Tony that this whole idea of starting over was beyond absurd as the three heroes proceeded to suit up, a stern look from Steve as he moved to block your escape attempt told you no more insolence on your part would be tolerated going forward.  Informing you then as he grabbed a firm hold on your shoulders that you could either get dressed on your own or be dressed, it was Nat now who tried to smooth things over by appealing to your gentler side.

"Princess, forget what happened these past twenty-four hours and listen to your heart.  Now tell us you don't want this.  This world believes us to be dead so we can't stay here, but elsewhere together a life with Tony, Steve and I awaits where you will be treasured beyond your wildest dreams," she finished and as all three heroes now stood awaiting your answer you simply countered by asking where the exit out of here was and would they even let you reach it.

Smiling at you now as Steve flat out told you you weren't going anywhere but with them, suiting up and following on as he led all three of you farther into the store and back to the storage area, all four of you then stood on the waiting quantum generator, synced up your GPS wrist straps and shot through the time portal to emerge in a wooded landscape with an impressive cabin decked out in all the splendor of the spooky season.  Resigning yourself now to the future they promised as Steve confiscated all four wrist straps, a change of clothes inside the house had you wondering how long you could survive this nightmare before you lost your mind and whether or not your new reality came with heroes that could offer some assistance.

Tagging: @jtargaryen18

[keithsandwich]

Memory

Mature

Pairing: Keith x MC (Emma)

Word Count: ~730

Warnings: Marking, Suggestive Content, Lingerie.

Note: Written for the Kinktober event Visions of Temptation 2023, hosted by @xxsycamore.

Day 2 - Biting/Marking

Thank you so much @nightghoul381 for proofreading ♡

Dainty hands rolled up the sheer, delicate fabric of the stockings up her thighs. It partially covered the purplish marks he had left on her skin last night. Keith let out a little disappointed sigh. 

It wasn't that he didn't understand him. Emma was simply irresistible, making it hard to contain his most visceral desires, too. Her sweet scent lured his mind to endless fields of sinful thoughts, and the slightest touch of her skin felt like paradise. Something he had never even dreamed of having to himself, and now that he had experienced it, his body desperately craved it. 

Emma rendered him famished with a hunger befitting a lifetime of starvation. It was a herculean task not to devour her whole.

Keith fought this urge with everything he had, however. For her love was his precious paradise flower, more fragile than those silk stockings she was so gently putting on, and he feared the violent raptures of his needs could tear it apart.

He didn't want to hurt her, but this worry didn't reach him. He was so careless with her… 

Emma turned over, her surprise at seeing him standing there while she dressed only lasting a fraction of a second. Her beautiful lips curled up with a most sincere smile. Careless, too, as if the marks on her skin didn't bother her at all. Each little casual step she took towards him contradicted his fears. 

She wasn't hurt.

She wasn't scared of him.

She didn't mind what happened last night.

Keith shuddered for many reasons when Emma's feet arched up so her arms could envelope him in her warmth. She had only a rosy lingerie on, and her uncovered skin pressed against his body. His eyes darted away. His hands hovered over her, not quite touching. There was an overwhelming longing to pull her even closer, to kiss her lips and take her to bed again so he could love her, over and over. But there was also an overwhelming guilt for his actions. And the ever present fright of repeating them himself.

"What's wrong?" Emma sought his stare with worried eyes. The same hands that softly handled the stockings now touched his face with infinite tenderness.

It was hard to resist, but it was harder not to look back at her and open up his heart to the woman he loved. "I'm sorry, I-" Keith quietly brushed his fingers against a mark on the crook of her neck, under the shadow of her hair, but still showing on a closer inspection. "He wasn't gentle with you last night…" 

"Ah, this?" Emma covered that portion of her skin with her hand. Her cheeks were now red and her smile was wider than before. Keith realized that she wasn't hiding the mark, but feeling it. 

"I like it, actually," admitting out loud made her giggle bashfully. "It makes me feel… Desired."

His brows furrowed with confusion. How come something so inconsiderate makes her feel like this? "Do you want me to show you?" She offered, as if sensing his conflicted thoughts, and Keith couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Emma kissed him, her hands burying into his hair and slowly losing their softness. As the kiss deepened, so did the passion with which she pulled him against her, and reacting in the same intensity became irresistible. Tongues waltzed together to the sultry sound of their moans. Keith pressed her waist so tightly she gasped. Their eyes met. She licked her lips and placed moist pecks on his neck. His mind was lost in that dreamy estate, of perfect flowers blooming just for them. 

Keith was so inebriated in lust it didn't hurt at all when her small mouth suckled on his skin. He held his breath, the warm and tingling sensation sending shivers down his spine. 

By the time he gathered himself to open his eyes, Emma was attentively looking at that spot on his neck that was between her lips until seconds ago, her eyes shining somewhat proud of her doing.

"See? This moment will be in your skin now for a while. Hope you'll remember it whenever you see it…" 

She lovingly caressed the mark she left on him with her thumb. Keith chuckled softly. She was right. 

The memory of the love they shared that morning would linger, and the silk stockings remained intact even during their passionate lovemaking.

[loslentesdepedrito]

Que Vuelva (Hoy me muero yo)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (No Ellie in this)

Word count: 3.6k+

Summary: Joel doesn’t come home on his birthday; once he does, he tells you he’s been unfaithful.

Rating: 18+ no explicit content but I'd rather not have minors read these types of subjects. Warning contains spoilers, but please read if you'd like!!! They are below the cut, but the story starts after the Watches if you don't want to read them.

A/N: I wrote this before the show, so I used Joel from the game. Don’t worry, I made sure to change his eye color. I’m sorry in advance for this, but if it makes you feel better, I wrote it after I played TLOU2 and finished the part where Ellie walked through the house (don't look it up if you want to avoid spoilers). The poem 'Darkness', especially Line #6 gave me some inspiration for this, as did the song 'Que Vuelva' by Raulín Rodríguez. Unrelated, but I think line #7 fits perfectly with Joel and his studio (don't look it up if you want to avoid spoilers). Happy reading!

Warnings: ANGST, Post Outbreak, Infidelity, brief mention of Sarah’s death, hurt no comfort, vomiting.

September 27, 2023

Once again, as if caught in an unbreakable routine, your gaze becomes fixated on the alarm clock. The digits, their neon red hue, spell out the time: 6:41 A.M. Where is he? This question reverberates incessantly through your mind, an unrelenting echo that refuses to go away.

Gone is the mere worry that first clung to your heart; that emotion has long been overshadowed. What now courses through your veins is something far more primal, more gut-wrenching—it's fear. Its icy grip reaches out from the depths of your consciousness, its fingers coiling around your thoughts, squeezing out all traces of rationality. It's not just a mental grip, but a physical one as well, constricting your throat until each breath feels like a struggle. The haunting possibility of Joel's lifeless body hidden somewhere in the surrounding woods torments your every waking moment.

In a world where he is your anchor, the idea of his absence is enough to shatter you. This potential loss would be more than devastation; it would be death. The void left in his wake would engulf you, consume you. You had just learned to live without the people you love, losing Joel would be like dying all over again. You never intended for your entire universe to revolve around one man, but when the world you knew vanishes, what choice do you have? 

As the minutes drip like molasses, you stand as a sentinel, peering out through one of the double-hung windows in the dining room.

You are transported back in time to when you were a child, peering out the window, awaiting your parents' return from work. Only now, the scenario has shifted, and you're in a different role, anxiously waiting for the man you love. 

You look at the stainless steel kettle nestled in the corner of the room, and through its reflective surface, the weariness clinging to you becomes evident in the shadows beneath your eyes. Endless hours of wakefulness have exacted their toll, leaving behind a profound ache that envelops your body, but you force the sleep away.

Your gaze drifts back to the window, offering a view of the front porch that holds memories of wooden chairs – the same chairs where you and your fiancé would spend evenings together, accompanied by a small table and a lantern that had seen many a conversation. 

And beyond the porch, the mountains stand. The first light of day unfolds, painting the sky with a palette of rose and gold hues that blend into the lingering dark shades of the night. The early morning sun casts long shadows from the mountains, stretching across the town.

Seeking a break, you walk over to the dining table. You grab a chair from the table and position it in front of the window. Your feet have touched every inch of this room. With the possibility of needing to rush out in search of your fiancée on your mind, you decided to keep your shoes on. The room has seen it all—chairs moved, feet pacing, and your restless steps on the floral rug at the center of the room.

You should have searched for him earlier, you chastise yourself. When an hour had passed, and he hadn't come home, you had contemplated venturing out to find him. But, a lingering hesitation stopped you, his voice echoing in your mind—a memory of a past conversation with Joel.

Two months into your relationship, Joel wore a serious expression when he said he needed to talk. You couldn't shake off the fear that he might want to break up, and that thought made your heart clench. You were falling for him, and the idea of him ending your relationship left you with a deep ache. Later, he took you for a walk. But instead of ending things, he led you down Rancher Street, which left you confused. Eventually, you found yourselves in front of a house you had never seen before. A grayish house stood two stories tall, once likely a white or cream house before the world had gone to hell. You counted nine windows, the front door was painted red, and a white picket fence surrounded the perimeter of the house. To the right of the home, towering trees loomed, their height surpassing even that of the house. Uncertainty filled your mind about Joel's intentions for bringing you here. As your gaze lifted to meet his, you found him already looking at you.

"It's our house." He said, his gaze fixed on you in a trance-like state. 

"Our house?" You echoed, your confusion gave way to a smile.

He blushed, clearly flustered by his own words. "Shit, that's not how I meant to ask." He admitted.

"Do— I really— Tommy and Maria are about to have their baby, and I heard you were thinkin' ‘bout finding a new place," he stumbled over his words, "I want you to move in with me. Into the same room, I mean. Or, if you prefer, you could have your own room," he added hastily, his blush deepening.

"You're giving up your bachelor pad for me?" You teased in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"If you'd call living in a tiny windowless space with Old Man Jimmy a 'bachelor pad,' then absolutely."

"I probably shoulda asked ya if you wanted to move in together," he admitted, a note of uncertainty creeping into his voice, "Is this moving too fast?"

"No, it's perfect!" you exclaimed, "I want to live with you. Same bed and everything."

"Really?" He responded, his disbelief evident.

You extended your hand, and he intertwined his fingers with yours. You guided him toward the staircase, your free hand held onto the dark railing. You walked through a path of flat rocks before you reached the door. A tan mat adorned with pine trees and the word 'welcome' in elegant black cursive greeted your feet. 

As Joel reached for the key, you found yourself stealing a moment to admire the intricate details of the door. The sight in front of you was nothing short of breathtaking. Your attention was drawn to the lovely features engraved into the entrance. The door had three windows in the center, and each side of the door frame was adorned with four panels of stained glass: —yellow, blue, white, and green tiles—each one delicately intertwined with lead lines forming pretty designs. 

Your attention then drifted to the doorknob, which stood as a work of art in itself. It was beautifully designed, with little circles nestled within larger circles.

He turned the key in the lock, allowing the door to swing open as you stepped inside. With a graceful motion, he gently closed the door behind you and locked it once more. The view that greeted you was nothing short of breathtaking, leaving you momentarily speechless. 

As your gaze swept across the entryway, a painting caught your attention. The artwork depicted what you assumed were Wyoming's mountains. Their peaks crowned with pine trees. Underneath the mountains, a small herd of oxen meandered.

Joel noticed your gaze fixed on the artwork and explained, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "Uh, it's not fully decorated yet. It came with most paintings, but we can change them if you want."

You shook your head, a genuine smile gracing your lips. "No, they're perfect." You assured him, your appreciation for the existing decorations clear in your voice.

To the immediate left, the living room opened up. An expansive bookcase adorned one wall, semi-full with some books and trinkets. In the center of the room, there stood a sofa, a coffee table, and a small end table. A worn, light-colored rug sprawled across the wooden floor, taking up almost the entirety of the floor.  

The wall beside the bookcase held a fireplace, flanked on either side by another pair of double-hung windows. Above the fireplace, a second painting caught your attention – an elk set against a backdrop of trees. To the right of the fireplace, against the second window, there was a console table with a flat-screen TV on top. The wall running parallel to the bookcase also had two windows with a bench underneath that stretched through the length of the wall. In addition to the other furniture, an armchair was set up so it faced the TV directly.

Joel fell even more in love as he observed the awe on your face while you took in your surroundings. You looked at the house as though it were a mansion in the Barton Creek neighborhood. Meanwhile, he would describe your newly shared home, for lack of a better word, as raggedy.

He had taken your hand and gently guided you to sit on the sofa. With a serious tone, he had said, "If I don't come back home, promise me you won't search for me, darlin'." He looked deep into your eyes before continuing, "If I don’t come back Tommy will come look for you. If I'm not here and anything goes wrong in Jackson, find a place to hide, or if you have to, just run. No matter what happens, don't ever look back." 

Two years had passed since he made you promise, but now the weight of worry had grown unbearable. What if he was hurt? That thought gnawed at your mind incessantly. Waiting was no longer an option; you had to search for him. You had kept your word, honoring the promise you made, but the time had come for you to look for him.

As you rise from your seat to grab your backpack, the sound of the door swinging open interrupts your movements. The wooden legs of the chair scrape against the floor, slicing through the momentary silence. Hurriedly, you make your way out of the dining room and are met with the sight of Joel stumbling at the entrance. 

Without a second thought, you propel yourself forward, your feet carrying you swiftly across the room. The wooden floor absorbs the sound as you move closer to him. When you reach him, your arms instinctively wrap around him. 

"Joel! Oh my god!" Your voice is a mixture of relief and concern. Your fingers find their place on his back, tracing patterns of comfort as if to erase whatever challenges he encountered throughout the night.

Your eyes lock onto his, searching for answers that his disheveled appearance can't provide. "Are you okay?" 

As your senses sharpen, you become acutely aware of a mix of scents clinging to Joel's form. The most prominent among them is the unmistakable stench of alcohol – a strong, potent aroma that hangs around him. But layered beneath this heady cloud of alcohol is a scent you've never smelt on Joel. The subtle smell threads its way through the overpowering aroma of liquor. 

His voice finally emerges from the heavy silence, "I need to tell you something," he admits. The vulnerability in his voice is a stark contrast to the Joel you thought you knew so well, and it draws you in even closer, your grip on him serving as both anchor and comfort.

His complexion takes on an unsettling pale color, and his eyes now glisten with a hint of moisture, as if teardrops linger just beneath the surface. "I slept with someone." His voice trembles, the weight of his confession causing it to break and quiver. As his confession settles upon you, you find yourself taking a step back, releasing your hold on him.

A strange sensation takes hold among your racing thoughts: the ringing in your ears. His confession has caused a vibration that fills you entirely, drowning out all other sounds. If he’s saying something, you don’t hear.

In the midst of his confession, a thought emerges, almost frantic: wake up, you think, this has got to be a nightmare. You plead with your subconscious to release you from this grip, to awaken you from a reality that feels too brutal, too surreal to be true.

But when you open your eyes, the room before you remains unchanged. Joel is still standing there.

Why isn't this working? Wake up, dammit! You tell yourself, desperation seeping into your thoughts. You open your eyes once more, and he's still there. Joel's presence is proof that this is, indeed, reality. The truth of his words looms over like a precipice you have been pushed toward, and there's no escaping it.

He moves closer to you, and you instinctively step back further.

His voice, heavy with guilt and remorse, breaks through, "I wish I could undo it." 

Your throat is dry, and your thoughts are a tumultuous blend of anguish and confusion as you battle to find your own voice. "How," your voice cracks, reflecting the confusion that you're feeling inside, "How... How could you do this?" You can feel the gaping hole in your heart that threatens to engulf you.

Joel's eyes are cast downward, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his own regret. Slowly, they lift to meet your gaze. His voice is filled with his own ache. "I never meant for any of this to happen. It was a mistake, and I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am."

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you meet his brown eyes, a tumultuous blend of anger, heartache, and confusion swirling within you. 

"A mistake?" Your voice trembles with a mixture of emotions, the words tinged with a bitter edge. "That's what you call this? A mistake is forgetting to set an alarm, not destroying a relationship!" 

“I was drunk!” Joel's voice rises, desperation lacing his words. “Baby, please!” His voice breaks in a frantic attempt to explain. He reaches out towards you, his hand outstretched in an almost pleading gesture. "It didn't mean anything. She d-"

His words cut off as you raise your hand, the gesture both a plea for him to stop and a shield against the words that seem to cut deeper with every syllable.

“Don't,” you cut in sharply, your voice slicing through the room like a blade. “Shut up! I don’t want to know anything about what you did.” You interject, your voice laced with anger and frustration.

His expression is one of desperation, his features contorted with regret and a plea for some understanding. "I messed up, I know," he continues, his voice now a softer murmur, "But I love you. I've always loved you. This was a moment of weakness, a terrible lapse in judgment. Please, let me make it right," he implores, his voice cracking with sincerity.

You're silent. 

His gaze doesn't waver, and his words carry an urgency, a promise of change. "I swear I'll be better. I'll only go out for patrol, and I- I'll make sure I get paired with a guy." The words tumble from his lips, his desperation palpable in every syllable. He's reaching out, trying to grasp any sliver of hope to mend the fracture that has torn through your relationship.

But his words hang heavy in the air. They're like a stone lodged in your throat, blocking your own voice, your own emotions, your own decision.

"I am so sorry," Joel's voice quivers with regret, his admission heavy with the weight of his actions. "It was the anniversary... The tenth year since... since Outbreak day," His explanation tumbles out, his voice a mix of remorse and self-loathing. "I needed to get away, to forget for just a moment. I had too much to drink-"  

“And you think I didn’t want to forget too? But instead, I was in our home waiting for you so I could be there for you."

The words poured out of you like a flood of emotions and anger that had been simmering beneath the surface. The air in the room is tense, your voice like a crackling lightning bolt piercing the silence.

“I lost my little girl!” He roars, his voice a mixture of anguish and rage as if the dam holding back his own pain has finally broken. The rawness of his grief crashes against the walls, filling the house with an intensity that matches the storm of emotions raging within both of you.

"I lost people I love too!" You countered, your voice a desperate cry.

His response was sharp and unyielding, dismissing your pain. "It's ain't the same."

"But I lost everyone! Everyone!" The anguish in your voice reverberated, and your words shifted, now infused with a desperate need for him to comprehend your own loss. "I lost everyone."

"I FUCKING THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! AND YOU... YOU WERE..." Your voice cracked, tears streaming freely as your emotions overwhelm you. 

A sickening wave surged within you, a physical response to the intensity of the moment. The sensation of nausea clawed at your insides. With a surge of urgency, you run to the downstairs restroom just down the corridor. As your hand reached the door, you swung it open and entered the restroom, eyes locking on the toilet bowl. Instinct guided your trembling fingers to the lock, a definitive click reverberating through the small space as you secured the door. 

Clutching your hair with your left hand, you pulled it away, desperately seeking to clear your line of vision. Your body heaved with an overpowering force, and you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. The guttural sound of retching mixed with the acrid taste of vomit, further intensified the nausea. It was a cycle of discomfort, each bout of vomiting seemingly triggering another.

For a fleeting moment, you believed you had regained control. But one glance at your left hand, the engagement ring glinting, was all it took to trigger another surge of vomiting. 

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. The dampness on your skin carried an uncomfortable sensation. The tears themselves were leaving a trail of itchiness in their wake. The itchiness, an almost prickling sensation, added an extra layer of discomfort.

Joel's attempts to enter the restroom were met with the firm resistance of a locked door. The urgency in his movements was evident, and you thought he would kick the door open, so you managed to muster the strength to utter, "Don't come in." before throwing up some more.

Finally, the relentless waves of vomiting stop, leaving you drained and spent. Gasping for air, you found yourself on the restroom floor, your knees sinking into a soft blue U-shaped mat. With a slow, deliberate motion, you crawled toward the opposite wall. Your body leaned into the wall, knees drawn close to your chest.

Hugging your knees to your body, your body trembled with the sheer weight of emotions that surged through you. Your sobs became a haunting soundtrack for you and Joel who could hear everything.

You don’t know how long you stay there. You can feel the hot steam from the restroom's ventilation issue around you. You don’t know what’s more suffocating the hot air or the pain.

Why? Why did he do it? The question echoed within your mind, a relentless question that seemed to have no definitive answer.

Eres valiente. Siempre lo has sido, (You're brave. You've always been) a voice emerged from the depths of your thoughts, a reassuring whisper that ignited a spark of resilience within you. The words gave you a newfound strength, enough to coax your exhausted body to rise.

Standing before the bathroom sink, toothbrush in hand, you summoned the determination to get rid of the taste of vomit. As the water flowed and you scrubbed away, your gaze met your reflection in the mirror. Disheveled was an understatement. Your once-neat hair had become a mess, with small strands clinging to your forehead due to the sweat that coated your skin. Dark circles clung beneath your eyes, and bloodshot eyes stared back at you. The traces of dried tears ran from your eyes all the way to your neck. The fabric of your shirt bore faint damp spots thanks to your tears.

Cupping your hands, you collected a handful of water and brought it to your face, the cool liquid splashing against your skin is refreshing. Your fingers find the white towel that hung on the wall, and you gently wiped it away. Inhaling deeply, you focused on the rhythm of your breath, allowing it to steady your racing heart until you felt a semblance of composure return.

Turning the doorknob, you push the bathroom door open, revealing Joel's figure. His expression is a mix of concern and relief, his eyes trace the contours of your form as you emerge from the restroom. 

As your eyes met him, a violent rush of emotions surged within you, the floodgates of the intensity you had repressed, suddenly open. Uncontrollable tremors shook your body, and Joel's instincts took over. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace.

Don’t touch me. You want to say, want to scream, but you can’t vocalize anything.

You feel Joel’s tears fall onto you, and their warm touch only seemed to amplify the storm that surged within. Your cry becomes heavier, your body convulsing with the force of your sobs.

“I love you.” Joel says. 

Immediately, your throat knots, the pain excruciating. The weight of his words and the depth of your own emotions leave you speechless, so the only thing you can manage is a small nod. 

He realizes you don't say it back and he says it again, his voice a soft echo of love and regret as he looks into your eyes. But you're beyond words at this point, your own pain and anguish welling up until you can only scream into his chest, mourning. 

Extended note: Thank you for reading! I apologize for any grammatical errors, English is not my first language, but I promise I did try. 

​​Please feel free to comment and reblog! I truly do love reading them! I promise I'll try to engage more!

(edit: I accidentally copied and pasted the wrong file, so the graphic is different)

Taglist: @mishasminion360

[watercolourcritters]

you're my favourite ghostie of them all <3 Hallowe'en art 2023: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

This one is up in my Etsy shop as both a sticker and a greeting card! I have a few other Hallowe'en themed things that will be going up over the next month that are in the listings as well!

[ID copied from Alt text: three images.

First, marker art showing two mice dressed as bedsheet-style ghosts holding hands. A small red heart floats above their heads, and one mouse holds flowers. Text reads "you're my boo (heart shape)". The mouse's ears and tails stick out of the bedsheets. The background is plain white, and the artist's signature reads @ watercolourcritters.

Second, a sticker of the two ghost mice holding hands without text. It is held in my hand.

Third, a greeting card of the art of the ghost mice, including the text reading "you're my boo", shown with a brown paper envelope.

End ID.]

Instagram | Etsy

[sorri-kun]

I Fell For a Biker Boy

Chapter one Part One: After school

[IFFABB Synopsis]

[Chapter 1 Part 2: The Biker]

. . .

"You're rendered useless! You can't even get a job with a face like that!" Hyunjin laughed as he pushed the smaller boy against the wall. It was late after school and Hyunjin had asked Song, the boy he'd pushed against the wall, to collect the money the students had brought for the fundraiser. But Song had been an idiot and forgot. Hyunjin and his friends had cornered the boy after school and beat him up for it.

"I.. I'm sorry H.. Sir.. I was tutoring..." Song attempted an excuse but Hyunjin didn't let it slide. “Stop making excuses you ugly freak” Hyunjin snarled and punched Song square in the face, breaking his glasses. One of Hyunjins friends pulled him back and whispered something in his ear. He sighed and motioned to Song. “Take care of him for me, I’ve got more.. important matters.”

“Hyung! You’re here!” A boy about 2 feet shorter than Hyunjin ran up to him, waving an envelope that was in his hand. With a smirk on his face, Hyunjin ripped the Envelope out of the shorters hand. Opening it, his smirk faded as he read.

“What does it say?”One of Hyunjin’s closest friends peeked over his shoulder. Turning, Hyunjin showed the letter to him.

“Changbin, didn’t you say you knew a guy?” he asked. The other male sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I’ll try and contact him, but for now we might have to sneak in. Did you show Chan yet?”

Hyunjin shook his head, “No, I just got here. Let’s just go, He’ll only yell and tell us no, and I really want to see this.” He sighed and crumpled up the paper, throwing it into the trash.

…6 hours later…

It was about 10 PM and Hyunjin had met up with Changbin and a few other friends. “Woah… this place looks.. Cool! I like it.” Hyunjin grinned and then ushered his friends to follow him. They all snuck past the ticket booth where there was a man checking the guest list and scanning tickets. Once they were safe in the crowd, they made their way to the track. Checking out the Bikes, Hyunjin whistled when he got to a red one.

The bike was almost the same colour of his hair, and he loved it. “How much do you think that shit cost me?” A man yelled. Hyunjin and his friends looked over to where a man was yelling on the phone. “Almost a MILLION!! And you want me to sell it? ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

Changbin pointed out the man's watch, and Hyunjin couldn't help but laugh. The man was wearing a beat up FastTrack watch. It looked like it had cost him about 15 dollars.

After a few minutes, the race started. The red Bike was racing a black Mustang. Two laps into the race, Hyunjin got bored. He told Changbin he was going to go see what food they had, and then wandered off. But of course, he ran into trouble…

Tag list: [1/30]: @asherthehimbo

Original work by sorri-kun, please dont translate without permission! Reblog and likes are greatly appreciated :3

@ 2023 | @foxilsdenn | @sorri-kun |

[brianbritigan]

So happy I got to catch the Red Envelope Show opening at myplasticheart while in NYC for the weekend ✨🧧✨ Thanks to Grumpy Bert for putting together a fantastic show!

[pieroulette]

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬: 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | Teaser One

2023 | 18+ | Series | ENHYPEN OT6 × READER | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY with the absolute order from the highest celestials, six high ranking angels were sent to capture and condemn you—an exceedingly sinful and overpowering succubus to the holy tower for eternity. Capturing you might not be so difficult with them outnumbering you, but the question is; would they be able to keep ignoring your irresistible charms while staying firm to their principles, abiding by the rules, and reciting their prayers forever?

GENRE angels and demons au, romance, reverse harem, angst, fluff, smut

WORD COUNT 1.7k

"Aaah~ aren't you a pretty little dumb thing?" You sang a song as you approached the cowering human, pressing your heels on his back which caused him to whimper in downright fear.

Your eyes fell upon an unconscious lady against the wall, her lips hanging apart with bubbles dripping from the corners of her lips. And then at the half unzipped pants of the middle-aged men beneath your heel.

What a cute sight, you thought. You only came to the red district to have some little fun with your favourite humans, to feed on their energy and so on. Your eyebrow raises at the thought of meddling with the humans committing sins, you shouldn't have to stop the man from forcing the lady against her will, yeah? The amount of pitch dark energies it would give you would be tremendously high and sufficient for your cultivation as a succubus, so why did you even bother?

At the back of your mind, a tiny voice called out in a moderate volume among any others. Maybe you could save her just for today, she ain't that strong enough to survive but maybe you could let her live one more day free of pain.

"Hm, why, why. Aren't you a big brave baby boy, why don't you show me how hungry you are?" Your finger swayed in a circular motion, casting a dark crimson spell within the man's orb which turn him into madness; his nails grew longer and sharp, screeching against the wet ground. His back arching to the point his lower spine grew out.

Your eyes mesmerised by your creation, you hushed the monster inside the club. "Go ahead, and have your feast."

Pitch darkness engulfed the sky, the city bustling with all sorts of noises and the road heavy with passing vehicles, crowds roaming around the street and alleys.

Walking down the street with your succubus' aura oozing too much with the hot crimson dress hugging your figure had all eyes regardless of gender thirsting over you, even though you didn't try that hard. You smirked at that, you never fail to make them fall for you anyways; asking you for a date that you very well know what it leads to, you politely declined them as your appetite has gone to the drain for no reason.

Pushing the glass door opened, the chill air inside the shop enveloped your bare arms—blending with the red dust particles around your body, replacing the crimson dress hugging you hips into a plain blue shirt with a full covered cardigan and a black skirt.

"(Name)! What are you doing so late outside, don't you have no idea how dangerous it is?!" The old lady with the round glasses on top of her nose, smacked your shoulders with a long sigh.

"Gosh, aunt. Nothing to worry about, I took the cab."

"Still! That's no excuse, didn't you hear that a pervert is roaming around the neighbourhood and a few female students have gone missing?!"

You shook your head in amusement, letting her rant on and on. Oblivious she was to your real identity, as you had kept it as a secret for a couple of years already, moulding your human skin to that of a simple human girl. You tied up your hair to a messy bun, putting your apron on as you went to your daily routine.

Arranging the costumes.

This place belongs to the aunt who had scolded you a moment ago, it's a shop that stood upon the business of embroidering all sorts of costumes or cosplays. It stood firm before the busy street, customers spilling in and out from the entrance every single day as soon as the sun rises. You surely weren't the only worker here, as there are other three that weren't currently present. None of them knew your real form.

It has been nearly a thousand years after you've been banished from heaven, looking back to the night sky—you snickered at memory flashing through your mind; of your fragile form weeping on the heaven's holy entrance. Not that it's important anymore, but surely it's chaos above there isn't? A lot more chaos, you wish rather than pray, for what is there use to pray when the gods above loathed your very existence.

You loathe them too, tremendously even, for what did have they done but threw you out? They didn’t even bother to hear any words from your lips, only sealing it with their powers that you’ve come to hated so much.

The bell rang slightly, unnoticed by you since you were in your thoughts, and your hands weaving the threads altogether. A couple of light taps on the counter had your attention, turning your head to the customer. “Oh- welcome to-”

A bright, prince charming of an image stood before you, taking your breath away instantly as you stuttered along each word you uttered. “What can I help you with, sir?” suppressing the inner smirk threatening to raise the corners of your lips, he sure is damn dashing as hell enough for you to feed on later.

“Um, hi.” He paused, his eyes looking away every couple of seconds. You obviously can see how struck he was at you, by your charms and so on. You wish you could grab a popcorn as you watch his eyelashes fluttering and the roses dusted on his cheeks. “I-ah, cosplay? I had a halloween party this weekend, so I would like to have some customised angel costumes for me and my friends.”

Angel. How cute. He wants to cosplay as an angel? You snickered at that particular word, sure he does look dashing enough to resemble an angel but you sure hope that he atleast doesn’t possess the filthy traits that one particular god had.

“Sure, is there anything you would like to add on your costumes?”

You guided him through the boxes filled with dozens varieties of materials, and you watched him as he took his time in each one of them with the notes flipped open on your hand and a pen on your other, you didn’t need it all, to be honest. Names, words, places and every word you heard are fully ingrained in your mind, never to be forgotten once uttered. That’s why, you had so much trouble with the downside of this ability despite the wonders of it. But the veil of deception you lifted upon you are to be carefully and meticulously tweaked to utter perfection, what is there to complain anyways?

You caught him stealing a few glances at you, a bit amused at his childish actions—you approached him as you wore the seductive smile on your lips. “Is there anything you want help with, sir?” Oh, how bad you want to take him right now. But darkness hasn’t enveloped the sky, and it would be inappropriate to the owner of this shop. Huh? You held the need to laugh at the word, “inappropriate” as if there's anything “appropriate” left in you though?

“See, I’m only asking this since.. Never mind.” he voiced out.

“Go ahead, sir. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Would you like to be my partner to the party?”

Sure, why not? You happily agreed to his request without any hesitation, what is there hit around the bush for nothing? That ain’t your style; first come, first serve—the golden rules remain the same no matter how many a thousand years had passed.

Yet..

"M-mister, I haven't done nothing, have I? P-please don't hurt me! I'm only a weak girl! There's nothing I could have done to anger you, did I?!" Your arm accidentally slid on the edge of the table, causing you to drop to your knees. Letting out a yelp in the process, your eyes begun tearing up. Lips trembling, you shook your head. "Who are you two?!"

The bustling noises of Halloween party oddly turn into a piercing silence of nothing, all the sounds of life had flee away from the space and only you remain. An ability that you recognise from someone in particular, someone that belongs to a particular kind of creature.

"Quit your act, we know who you are." Sunghoon approached you, the man who is supposedly your customer that asked you to be his partner a week ago. "Lady Succubus, isn't?"

An excruciating silence engulfed a couple of seconds after he uttered those words.

"Ugh, what a bummer. Let me act for a little awhile, yeah?" Your weeping face was replaced with amusement, a low disinterested tone enveloping your voice as you wiped off the tears from the corners of your eyes, getting up on your feet you did as you lazily look at their way. "Angels? It's been awhile since I saw one. I thought they had given up on tying me down. But.." pausing in getting a better look at the two.

They remained silent, not uttering anything yet highly alerted at your presence which has you a tad bit annoyed but after awhile—curiosity arises inside you which had you wondered how many did the angels did the gods sent to you this time? What kind of rules do they had amongst each other or who had the upper hand or who was the weakest?

"—didn't know the gods had such adorable baby angels with them?" You shrugged. "Couldn't they send a much bigger one with muscles or something.. but I'm not complaining."

“B-baby angels?!” Sunoo scoffed in return, “Please, for your information, we’re almost a thousand year old.”

“A thousand years?” Tapping your tongue inside your cheek, you winked at them. "Dom, or sub?"

Taken aback at your bold flirty gesture, Sunoo shook his head along with Sunghoon, tilting his head downwards in attempts to cover the light blush on his cheeks, whispering. "Ugh, she's so-"

‘Why are you even blushing?! Take control of yourself, you’re a high ranking angel!’

‘I know, I know!’ Sunoo screamed telepathically at Jay who interrupted him.

"We're here to capture you, I believe there's nothing to say anymore." said Sunghoon.

"Aw, baby boys like you are gonna do what? Capture me? Might as well tie me down with some rope or something?"

“That’s what we intended to do, actually.” Sunghoon lifted his index finger, taking one last look at Sunoo. "Bound her to the holy tower."

A neon blue light engraved in the speed of light on the ground, patterns of whom you recognised forms into chains and flew out from the ground before your very eyes, entangling your wrist and your neck in a thick metal collar which tightens almost immediately at your resistance.

"Tsk, this is not the rope I was asking for though. But how cute, you think this could do anything to me?" you snapped your thumb against your index finger, particles of crimson dust emerging from the tips—forming into a giant dust creatures that flew around their form, the horrendous long fingers of those creatures tightened around their neck which causes their spell to lose it’s activation on your form.

Something flashes across your line of vision, before you could react—a man in a white shirt and pants, black slicked hair and a tall frame hovering yours—raises his hand up the air, slapping your right cheek that it caused your line of vision pointing towards the ground.

Wiping the blood on the corner of your lip, you scoffed as your eyes fell on the man, seemingly unfazed. "You hit like a bitch, try harder."

Your words alone had his eyebrows twitching in utter annoyance, “I could hit you harder, brat. Sluts like you–”

“Oh, I didn’t know the recent generations of angels got such a feisty tongue. And how so? I’d prefer it... in another way tho.” Your words dusted off cherry hues on the boy's fair cheeks. "Aw, are you blushing?"

“Blushing for a slut like you? The goddesses above are more worthy than you who use such words in order to gain the favour of men.”

"Taking such tremendous pride in your status as an angel, what an awful thing to do."

"Unlike you, who are ungrateful. Drenching yourself in filth despite being given the opportunity by the gods to cultivate yourself to the highest rank of angels, that's what I call an idiot would only do." Jay raised his eyebrow.

You licked your tongues against your fangs, amusement laced in your voice. "A feisty angel indeed, what kind of training did they put you on to be this harsh? Why don't you come to me and see that I can do better?"

"You're nothing but filth, I would never lay my hand on you. Look at yourself."

"Ouch, am I supposed to get offended?" You raised your eyebrow at the boy whose piercing gaze never ceases. "Try harder."

"Quit reasoning with her, Jay." Jungwon appeared behind him, placing his palms on Jay's back. "She's a powerful succubus, remember. Stick with the mission."

"Fine." never breaking his glare at your soul, “No one’s going to save you anyways.”

Forming their hands into patterns were ultimately interrupted with a smoke emerging right before their eyes, your silhouette appearing out of it causing Jay's eyes to widened and his lips hanging apart by the close proximity between you and him; your nose almost brushing against his.

"Cinderella's dead, everybody." You muttered with a bored look on your face, clapping your palms together as you gaze deep into his soul. “Bold of you to assume that she’s still alive.”

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Marieltober - Travel

Day 30 : Travel

For the Marieltober in 2023 by @irenea666

warning : fluff, gabriel is in his early fourtys and marinette in her early twentys

Info : My second short story for this lovely october event check out her blog and have fun reading everyone :)

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Marinette's love language has always been advice, tips and humanity coupled with some delicious baking from her parents or her own baking talent. The colorful mackaraons did wonders as many of her friends said.

The warm sweet pastry with a cup of cocoa and talk about the problems. She was the love you needed in your heart - her partner Gabriel Agreste knew this too.

The older designer appreciated her love when he stayed up late working on the last creations and she came to him. ,,I baked you something" whispered to him and snuggled up to him while his hands gently slid to hers. ,,Thank you my dear" crossed his lips and they settled down together on the couch he gently pulled her to him and cuddled a round and ate the warm baked together.

It was nights they both loved since they got together after she graduated from college. He already knew her through his son and had listened to his words and given her an internship.

She had fascinated him from the first day and her creations were exceptional. He praised her more and more and at some point took her to fashion shows. He exhibited her clothes and finally invited her to a date.

She accepted this and from there on the two entered into a relationship that had now existed for more than almost three years. They were well aware that the headlines of the gossip press would roll over. The early forty year old Agreste in a scandalous relationship with his almost twenty years younger co-worker / with designer.

But the two didn't care and he protected her from the press as best he could. But in all this time she realized that the love language of her Gabriel were gifts. Gifts that were not exactly cheap, but for the multimillionaire they were small things.

She was everything for him and she should get only the best. ,,The best for you, my love, a trip around the world, just the two of us and the countries we will see", he had told her the contents of the envelope before she fell into his arms.

He knew that in the last days and weeks she was always longer at her work, which is why she needed a break. A break that the two of them took a few days ago and flew first to China, the country of Marinette's roots, which he knew she really wanted to see. ,,I took the liberty of having you design a dress," he said, reaching for the box with the red and black ribbon wrapped around it as a bow. He saw her surprised look and the slight blush on her cheeks that she always got when he gave her something.

A reaction he loved to watch as she became slightly nervous and he always gave her a kiss on the forehead. ,,Not at all" he smirked and leaned down slightly to place another kiss on her forehead. Before she opened the box and a traditional dress came out in a mix of red and black.

Her favorite colors. ,,Wow...Gabriele this is beautiful" she murmured and her fingers slid over the fabric, the embroidery was handmade and the fabric was self woven. ,,A beauty for my beauty" he replied and gave her a little time before she got dressed in the new dress.

The fabric clung perfectly to her body her bluish hair matched it beautifully and as she twisted it into two small balls she seemed closer to her culture than ever before. ,,But for what?" she asked as she turned back to him, seeing the small smile on his lips and how he had apparently had a new suit made for himself. He handed her two tickets and saw her eyes light up when she saw they were going to a traditional play.

She hugged him again and this was one of many occasions where they went. ,,I love you," he murmured and placed a soft kiss on her lips, pulling her to him and feeling her return it. It was another kiss, another journey, another gift of their common love. It was only the first stop on their journey around the world and there would be many more to come.

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@a-reading-dreamer

[nic0a]

The year is 2012. I am browsing youtube a weekend while my family is watching a TV show I'm uninterested in. I stumble across a video that catches my interest. It's a music video in an anime style and I don't understand the japanese, but it seems to be about a girl trying to catch a flight while her friends are waiting for her. I watch it over and over. Who are these girls? this song is pretty good. I am unaware that there is and will be more content and lore about this group of girls. Fast forward a couple years. It's february 2015 and I'm sick at home. I still watch the music video every once in a while. My sisters enters the room and plugs her laptop into the HDMI on our TV. She said she found an anime I would like. It's called Love Live school idol project. Hmmmm... sounds familiar, but why? Oh it's them! The girls in the music video! I instantly love the show. A month later, it's march 18th 2015. I'm bored, so I go into the app store to see if there's any fun games to try. I remember the anime I recently watched and searches the title just to see if there is anything. Probably not. Oh, I was wrong, there's a game. I download it. It's pretty fun. I picked Honoka as my starter because I remember liking her a lot. I'm addicted. Love Live became my new special interest for years to come. It's been 8 years, the hyperfixation died down a bit, but I still keep Love Live close to my heart and I still play the game every once in a while. It's my comfort show, comfort game, comfort music and it has my comfort character all in one place after all.

It's march 31st 2023. I open the game for the last time. A chapter is ending. I wish you stayed for a bit longer, but I had fun. Thank you for all the memories. I draw the first card I ever had on the same account I've kept for all this time, but I'm unable to keep for the sequel. Thank you, School idol festival. Goodbye. I'm going to miss the anticipation for those big red envelopes.

[cindysuen]

🧧🐇 behind the scenes of my watercolor painting “Bunny Dim Sum” for @grumpybert ‘s 8th annual Red Envelope Show at @myplasticheart! Come check out the show at MYPLASTICHEART 40 Greenpoint Ave. Brooklyn, NY 11222 from Jan 28 - Feb 26, 2023. You can even buy the original piece at the show if you’re interested! As well as check out many other red envelopes designs by many other talented artists.

Feauturing some of my favorite dim sum 😋: siu mai 燒賣, custard bun 奶黃飽, egg tarts 蛋撻, soup dumplings 小籠飽, and thousand layered sweet cake 千層糕! What are your favorite dim sum? 😋🥟

[thebleedingwoodland]

健康是最佳的礼物，知足是最大的财富，信心是最好的品德，关心是最真挚的问候，牵挂是最无私的思念，祝福是最美好的话语。

祝你新年快樂恭喜發財！ 平安幸福！

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Happy Chinese New Year 2023 

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- Year of The Rabbit  兔年2574孔子历 - 

32 years old Ridwan says “Gong Xi Fa Cai (I wish you blessed with fortune)!”, showing Ang Pao (Red Envelope), and food on table. 

WIP Authentic Chinese cuisine 

Credits: 清霜童子 (QingShuangTongZi), IAmComing, Moon, LunaYue, EA Lunar New Year update, Peggyzone, Deniisu for converting TS4 Lunar New Year Update to TS3. 

Chinese New Year pose and Ang Pao accessories and Chinese food on table are by me. 

 I feel old.. the zodiac keeps repeating again after 12 years.  

[nonotranslates]

Valentines 2023 Event Story Translation: Chapter 1 - Entrusting An Intoxicating Love With Dolce

Thank you @/amorest-viesse for helping with proofreading!

Scenario: Minami Yuna Scenario supervision: Kazuma Kowo

====== Entrusting An Intoxicating Love With Dolce: Chapter 1 ======

???: Become taaasty, become taaaaasty. 

???: Whether it's bitter or spicy stuff, I don’t wanna eat any of them. All I wanna sate my stomach and heart with is sweet, sweet stuff. 

???: And now, the secret ingredient, a pinch of red fragments. 

???: My, oh my….. With this, I wonder if I can savour once again that sweet moment of enchantment that felt just like a dream, from that fateful day? 

???: I wonder if…… that thing has already reached his hands? 

(Scene change)

That afternoon, gentle sunlight was seeping through the curtained windows. 

As I walked past the living room, I could hear lively voices from within. 

Rustica: Ah, I wouldn't recommend flapping your wings so violently. You’ll end up injuring yourself. 

Shino: Jeez, stop making such a fuss. 

Figaro: I've got to say, this form it's in now is rather adorable though, isn't it?  

Akira: Ah……!

Present in the discussion room was Rustica and several other wizards, all of whom were peering into his birdcage.

As well as a little bird inside that same birdcage. From the way it was furiously beating its wings, it didn't seem to have agreed to getting put inside the cage. 

Chloe: Oh, Master Sage. Good afternoon! 

Akira: Good afternoon to you too, Chloe. Looks like everyone’s all gathered here. 

Akira: And umm, could this bird be…… 

Chloe: Ah, it’s all good! This isn't the usual deal, so no need to worry. 

Shino: This thing’s a letter. It was tottering around the manor grounds just now. 

Akira: A letter? 

Figaro: Yup. Seems like it got lost while searching for its recipient.

Figaro: It’s probably a letter sent by a wizard to one of ours here. However, it deftly slipped away whenever I tried to ask where it’s headed to. 

Rustica: So that’s why I invited it into my birdcage for the time being. 

Rustica: Since if it had the sender’s name on it, perhaps we could help show it the way. 

Rustica slowly opened the door to the birdcage. Then, he gently enveloped the bird in his hands and it glowed with a soft light. 

Akira: The bird turned into an envelope……! Looks like it’s not planning to run away anymore. 

Shino: It grasped the situation it’s in and started behaving, huh. 

Chloe: What a stylish envelope. That colour scheme with a touch of boldness to it and that candy pattern... they're so cute! 

Rustica: Looks like the sender has good taste. I wonder who this is…… Oh my? 

Figaro: ……Hmm? 

At the bottom right corner of the flip side of the envelope, I could see a short insciption. 

Rustica and Figaro looked as though they discovered the sender’s name, and exclaimed in unison;

Rustica, Figaro: Doctor Dolce? 

Shino, Chloe: ……? 

The words that they uttered was an unfamiliar name with a curious ring to it. 

Akira: Are they someone the both of you know? 

Rustica: Yes, he’s a wizard of Western Country. I've never met him in person, but he is extremely famous. 

Figaro: He’s also a personality with quite the peculiar rumours surrounding him though. I wonder if someone in Murr’s circle is acquaintances with him? 

As if trying to prevent Figaro from peeking at the recipient’s name, the letter slid out of Rustica’s fingers. 

And before it stands a new arrival to the room.  

Owen: Ah, so another one has arrived. 

Akira: Owen! 

Owen: That letter is for me. 

Owen nonchalantly picked up the letter and snapped his fingers. 

In that moment, the letter shone brightly and filled the room with a sweet scent that bursted forth like an exploding party popper. 

Akira: Wow……! Candies popped up from inside of the envelope!? 

Chloe: And so many of them too! Chocolates, cookies, and even candies…… 

Shino: There’s macarons and cupcakes too. Amazing, they just keep coming. 

Rustica: It’s the lovely scent of butter and vanilla. From the appearance to the shape, and its colour and brilliance…… I wonder if they’re all gifts for Owen? 

Figaro: My, my, if it isn’t quite the passionate present. Are you acquainted with Doctor Dolce? 

Owen: I wonder.  

From the top of the mountain of sweets, Owen picked up a ribbon-shaped candy. 

Biting into it with a crunch, he continued to speak in a particularly indifferent tone.

Owen: I don’t recall when it was already, but they started sending me sweets on their own out of the blue, that’s all. I have no interest in that person at all. 

Shino: It's not a tribute or something you threatened him into sending you? 

Owen: As if. No matter how much I muddle up my tracks, that stubborn wizard continues to dig out my whereabouts with magic and sends them to me. 

Figaro: What a rare sight. For you to just leave someone be even though they're after you. 

Akira: And with how you seem to dislike having your whereabouts known too……. 

Owen: Well, it's just a wizard of that standard. If it comes down to it, I can easily make it so that they are unable to use tracking magic ever again. 

Owen: I leave them be only because I get to eat all these sweet treats. 

Rustica: My, what a wonderful story…… Risking one’s life to send gifts out of devotion to a prideful Northern Wizard such as yourself… 

Rustica: So that famous Doctor Dolce has such a passionate side to him too. 

Shino: ……Hey. What kind of guy is this Doctor Dolce person? 

Shino directed his question at Rustica, whose face was lighted with a gentle smile from the discovery. Admiring the mountain of sweets just moments ago, Chloe joined in with a question of his own. 

Chloe: He sent you all these lovely gifts, yet he’s not an acquaintance of yours. Could he be a fan of yours, Owen? 

Akira: Earlier, you mentioned that he’s a Western Wizard, right? From the name he goes by, he seems to be some sort of medical doctor or professor so is he perhaps someone you know, Figaro? 

Figaro: I’ve only heard of him through the grapevines. Doctor Dolce is his nickname, he’s an outstanding scientist. 

Rustica: I heard that he stays in a mysterious mansion located somewhere within Western Country, and often attended academic conferences and parties in different countries. 

Rustica: His motto is ‘Everything in this world is made through science!’. He seems to be immensely knowledgeable about many fields. 

Figaro: His specialty is biology, but he is skilled in medical science too. I’ve read his books before too. 

Figaro: Well, I guess you could say he’s someone who straddles the line between genius and eccentricity. He has quite a number of years to his name, but from the portraits of him I’ve seen before, his appearance is around the same age as Chloe. 

Figaro: He’s a beautiful young man with a doll-like appearance, but there’s a lot of horrifying rumours surrounding him, almost as if serving as a contrast to his looks. 

Shino: Horrifying rumours? 

Figaro: He’s the type who has no reservations when it comes to his own desire. As long as it has to do with research, there are no methods that he wouldn’t resort to. 

Figaro: For example, using human bodies for experiments. He’d bring in wizards or children with no place to belong, dissect their body, replace their insides and so forth…… 

Akira, Chloe: Whaaat!? 

Figaro: They’re all just rumours. But at one point, he started devoting himself to the art of making sweets over studies and experiments. 

Figaro: Though cooking is also said to be a form of science, but Western Wizards sure are capricious, aren’t they? 

Akira: I think in terms of occupations, a scientist and a patissier are worlds apart though…… But he sure is a multi-talented individual. 

Rustica: He’s apparently a peerless sweet tooth himself. It is said that he believes sweets can improve the efficiency of one’s brain, and started dabbling in developing sweets blended with science. 

Figaro: Perhaps he got addicted to it from there. And that’s how his nickname of Doctor Dolce, scientist-cum-patissier, came about. 

Figaro: At first, the idea of the desserts made by an eccentric oddball…… Let’s just say people abhorred it. But through those who took the plunge for curiosity's sake, it started becoming the vogue. 

Rustica: After all, it’s quite the exquisite piece of work. His handmade “Lethal Medicine Sweets Series” flew off the shelves in every store that stocked it. 

Shino: In other words, these sweets are made by that extraordinarily skilled eccentric patissier, huh…… 

Shino: I wanna try it too. Owen, since you have a whole mountain of it, it should be alright if you let us have a pinch, right? 

Owen: Oun wahhaa, woa do I hafur shaaem? 

Shino: Wha? Don’t speak with your mouth full. 

Chloe: It’s just a guess but maybe he meant: ‘Don’t wanna, why do I have to share them’…… or something like that? 

Shino: You’re so stingy. It won’t kill you if we have just a little to try. 

Rustica: It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted his sweets too. By the time I caught on to the buzz around it, it’d already become a rare luxury that is almost impossible to obtain. 

Rustica: I’ll brew you some of my best tea, so won’t you consider sharing some of them with me? 

Chloe: Then, how about a trade? I still have some of my favourite cookies left in my room, I’ll bring you some! 

Owen: Munch munch…… gulp. 

Owen: I’ll take the tea and cookies. I’m not giving you any of my sweets though. 

Surrounding the mountain of sweets, the wizards continued on with their boisterous conversation. Standing by the side, Figaro muttered in a low voice to himself. 

Figaro: Speaking of…… It’s been a long time since I last saw his desserts. 

Akira: Huh? 

Figaro: Doctor Dolce once retired from making desserts about one hundred years ago, you see. 

Figaro: ‘I won’t be making any more desserts after this, because I want to focus on important research’. Apparently that’s what he wrote in the letter he sent to his distributors.

Akira: I-Is that so? Then, these sweets are…… 

Figaro: There’s traces of magic on them, so I think they’re made by him. 

Figaro: He was originally a scientist, and his journey into sweetmaking was a whim, wasn’t it? So, there were rumours that he got bored of it…… 

Figaro: Perhaps he decided to get back into it after some time? 

(Scene change)

On the same night.

Akira: (It sure was merry during the day. The other wizards were lured in by the scent of the desserts and joined in on the gathering……) 

Though Owen disappeared immediately along with all his sweets, the wizards who were gathered there started their own tea party at that spot. 

Starting with the tea that Rustica brewed and Chloe’s cookies, the others brought in various kinds of sweets, and lively conversations bloomed in the room. 

Akira: (Everyone sure was immensely curious about the sweets Owen received and asked about the sender. Although in the end, he refused to share a single piece of the Doctor’s sweets……) 

Akira: Sweets made by a scientist-cum-patissier…… I wonder just how it tastes. 

Owen: ……

Akira: Ah…… 

As I headed towards the courtyard lost in thoughts, it appears someone was already there. Stepping forward, I greeted him from behind. 

Akira: Owen. Good evenighhh……!? 

As Owen turned around towards me, I jumped back a few steps instinctively at the glimpse of his face; for the corners of his mouth were stained a bright, crimson red.

====== Chapter 2 >>> ======