#Moomin costumes
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darkandstormydolls · 5 months ago
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My newest costume: the Snork Maiden! I hadn’t really considered myself that big of a Moomin fan, but on my second costume of the series, I feel like maybe I should think about revising that opinion
Of course, this one is a lot less of a direct recreation than my Snufkin outfit, most notably because the Snorkmaiden looks like this (IE does not wear clothes, and sort of resembles a stuffed hippo. Side note: we know that Moomins are a type of house troll, but has the jury come to a consensus on if Snorks are also a type of troll or are they something else?)
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Resultingly, a great deal of creativity was called for, and so I ended up creating what was more of “what would the Snorkmaiden wear is she were a human, or at least a little more humanoid?”
The results: mostly white (since she’s pretty much always shown as white) with pink and gold trim, an excessive of bows and ribbons, a flower crown, fluffy skirts, and all sorts of fun things. This was definitely a “more is more” costume.
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There’s a lot of decoration: trim on the underskirt, trim on the overskirt, bows and beads over top of that trim, trim, bow, and beads on the sleeve… basically, if it stood still long enough, I added bows
Closer looks at the overskirt and sleeve trims:
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It doesn’t come across well in the pictures, but the bodice isn’t just pink, it’s like a holographic rainbow sort of fabric (which was hell to work with, by the way. It stretched and slid and refused pins and was just miserable. I had to both interface and flatline it to make it workable). I’m also really proud of how I managed to get it to look really seamless (it took an unholy amount of handsewing, but hey it looks cool and I totally didn’t do it because my thread didn’t match perfectly)
I also made a big, dramatic flower crown and a pair of little ears on hair clips, to finish off the outfit (and you get to enjoy my amazing photo editing skills, which is a pity because my makeup looks really cute in these pictures but alas having one’s face on the internet seems more trouble than it’s worth)
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There’s a ton of little details in this costume that help tie it to the original Snorkmaiden design: the rainbow fabric of the bodice to mimic how Snorks change color, the pearl beads and necklace because in Comet in Moominland, Moomintroll gives her some of the pearls he found to turn into jewelry, and a gold bangle I had in my costume jewelry stash for her anklet
I’m really happy with the costume! It’s very cute and fairly comfy, and while there are some things that technically could be improved there isn’t really anything that I want to change
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gum-and-doc · 1 month ago
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Happy Halloween! 🎃 This is one of three Halloween pictures I made this year! I'll post the others as we get closer to the holiday…
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lulu-spooks · 25 days ago
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Only one correct costume for a girl with big blue eyes and a stupid hat
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ani-is-my-username · 1 month ago
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Being an artist can be dangerous
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soni-dragon · 25 days ago
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never have i ever felt more like snufkin
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tooth-with-eyes · 1 year ago
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Yesterday I went to school dressed as snufkin
The only people that approached me about it were communists
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alwaysmanages · 1 year ago
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I found this creature sleeping under my chair, what should I do?
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skruttet · 5 months ago
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yay a proper video of the chinese musical! boo they stuck a stupid-ass song over it instead of the original audio!
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safetea · 1 year ago
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happy halloween from me aka Stinky!! 🫶
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andybrawler · 25 days ago
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Cardy wanted to show me this. He seems to be in a happy mood! I guess Halloween is his favorite season.
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bearswithpartyhats · 1 year ago
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I colored something 🤯🤯 absolutely unheard of
Enjoy a moomin-sona I made 🕺💕 yes she is wearing a Swedish folk costume. She wishes you a lovely summer
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grokepilled · 1 year ago
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hello fellow groke warriors. I'm gonna make a groke costume this halloween, except I am in fact a college student so I am really just making a cool hat and a detachable collar and spray painting a goodwill lantern black but yeah I'm sure my beloved groke will understand and visit me in my dreams.
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pickled-platypus · 1 year ago
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She wanted to help.
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red-eyed-girl · 2 years ago
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O estouro em forma de jato
Que leva longe o que vem de dentro
É apenas reflexo da intensidade
Que dominava corpo e mente
Ainda escorre em forma de gotas
Na mais física tradução do desejo
Que o acaso lhe fez sentir…
Uma curtida nem texto meu
E o agradecimento subsequente
Numa forma de expressar gentilmente
Pelo tempo que ela a isso dedicou
Aproveito e leio o que escreve
As coisas que posta, numa busca sútil
De tentar entender um pouco mais
Não esperava resposta, mas tive
E do que era nada se fez conversa
Descubro que o que me inspira
É a mesma vida que a inspira
Embora ela seja menos sútil nas palavras
E mostre de forma mais clara
O que são seus desejos e vontades
Bem como deixa bem claro
As cores em que são escritas…
Mas a maior surpresa, inesperada
Foi ela me mostrar um texto meu
Um de meus tantos textos antigos
Que ela disse ter predileção…
A vida tem mistérios e momentos
E nesse instante algo se criou
Faz tempo que não sentia tesão
Ao reler algo escrito por mim
Mas desta vez ocorreu e veio forte
E mesmo sem nada saber e nem saber
Em minha mente se fez palco
No qual ela se fez a atriz principal
E encenou cada cena dedicadamente
De forma tão clara e eloquente
Que eu podia lhe ver em minha frente
Revivendo cada um dos momentos
Que me fizerem escrever o que li…
Não sei o que você sentiu
Não sei dizer o que você pensou
(Descaradamente copiado do legião)
Mas o que pensei e senti
Se fez tão intenso que se tornou jato
Que ainda goteja lentamente
Gota a gota sobre sua língua
E o brilho que vejo em teus olhos
Mesmo sem jamais tê-la visto
Me faz entender que o que houve
Foi apenas um leve reflexo
De algo que a vida deveria fazer
Se tornar mais que apenas um sonho…
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stillinthatweirdfaze · 2 years ago
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wildly switching between wanting to go back to a con more than anything and being horrified in retrospect that nothing incredibly bad happened and petrified of what could happen
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fullsunstrawberry · 25 days ago
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SCREAM FOR ME
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synopsis: Jisung orders a Ghostface costume after hearing you confess how hot masks are on guys.
pairings: Jisung x reader
warnings: SMUT, a little bit of CNC, Blind fold, Use of a knife, mention of handcuffs (not used), cream pie, cunnilingus, chocking, no condom mentioned, grinding, grinding on jeno/jaemin, drinking, swearing, and probably more lol
word count: 5.3k
a/n: happy halloween <3
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You and your friends have always looked forward to Halloween. It was the one time of year when you could dress up and let loose. This year, you were especially excited. Drunkenly admitting why you were excited for Halloween this year to one of your friends, Jaemin, seemed like a fun time in your tipsy brain.
“I’m telling you, Jaemin,” you said, swaying slightly in your seat, “it’s not about who wears the mask. I just want someone in a Ghostface mask. I don’t even care who it is. I’d find it so hot.”
Jaemin laughed, leaning back in his chair. “What’s wrong with you but I get it, masks are hot!”
Secretly, Jisung, who had been quietly observing from a corner of the room, had heard every word. His heart skipped a beat. Jisung, being shy, had always admired you from afar. He knew you were older and had never seen him as anything more than a younger friend. But hearing your wish sparked something in him.
But he was too shy to execute it, right? Maybe he’ll just order the costume just in case…
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“A cheerleader, huh? How original, Y/n,” Renjun teased, rolling his eyes.
Haechan nudged Renjun with a grin. “Come on, she looks hawt! You’re the one dressed as a children's book.”
“Moomin’s cool,” Renjun mumbled defensively.
“Cool? You’re just wearing a white shirt and ears!” Haechan retorted.
You laughed at their playful banter and glanced around to see what the others were up to. Jeno, sporting dog ears and a collar, was carefully draping fake spider webs around the room. Bunny eared Jaemin and basketball player Chenle were setting out snacks, and Jaemin kept stealing glances at you, a smile playing on his lips.
“What’s so funny?” you demanded, marching over to the table and pointing at Jaemin.
Jaemin raised his hands in mock surrender. “Just admiring your costume, that’s all.”
“Sure, and what’s the real reason?”
Jaemin chuckled, “You’re really putting in some effort to get laid tonight.”
A mischievous smirk appeared on your face as you twirled around. “Am I giving off the perfect victim vibe?”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Chenle yelled, his eyes wide in disbelief.
The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at you and Jaemin. Jaemin’s laughter erupted uncontrollably, while you shushed Chenle with a grin.
“What’s happening?” Spider-Man Mark asked as the rest of the group gathered in the dining room.
“Y/n’s on the hunt for someone in a Ghostface costume,” Jaemin explained between laughs.
“DAMN IT, I should’ve worn a Ghostface costume!” Haechan said huffing at his cowboy outfit, only to wince as Renjun playfully punched his shoulder.
“Stop talking about my love life!” you huffed. “But if any tall, attractive Ghostfaces show up, send them my way!”
The guys laughed and shook their heads before returning to their tasks.
“Oh, where’s Jisung?” you asked Chenle, noticing his absence.
“He’s running late. Said he’d be here later,” Chenle replied.
Jaemin smirked, “Probably just trying to avoid setting up,” he joked.
You chuckled, shaking your head before turning back to finish arranging the party.
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The house quickly became alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the buzz of conversation. People in all sorts of costumes filed in: animals, witches, superheroes, and a lot more. But no Ghostface in sight …
You moved through the crowd, catching up with friends and admiring their costumes. As the party gained momentum, you started to let loose, dancing and laughing with Jaemin and Haechan.
Every so often, though, your thoughts drifted back to your earlier conversation. Your friends had laughed it off, but a tiny part of you wondered if a Ghostface would actually appear tonight. You shook your head at the silliness of it all and got back to enjoying the party.
“Y/n, come take a shot with me!” Haechan called, dragging you over to the kitchen.
Smiling, you clink your glass against his and downed the shot, feeling the warmth spread through you.
Just as you placed your glass down, the door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. The partygoers around you barely noticed, but your eyes were immediately drawn to the white mask. Ghostface.
You couldn’t help but smirk, nudging Jaemin who stood beside you.
“Look,” you whispered.
Jaemin raised an eyebrow, glancing at the new arrival.
“Who is that?”
“No clue,” you admitted, heart racing a little. “But they’re definitely hot as hell.”
The figure remained near the doorway for a moment, scanning the room with eerie calm. Then, slowly, the Ghostface started making his way through the crowd, but his gaze—hidden behind the mask—was locked on you.
Each step he took felt planned, like he was taking his time to make his approach. Your stomach twisted, was he really making his way over to you?
“He’s coming over here,” Jaemin muttered, clearly amused.
“Looks like your wish is coming true.”
“Shut up,” you whispered, though you couldn’t hide the shy smile on your face.
The Ghostface finally reached you, standing just a foot away. The mask tilted slightly, as if studying you. You crossed your arms, trying to appear unfazed, though you could feel your pulse quickening.
“Nice costume,” you said, breaking the tension. “Going for the silent type?”
The figure didn’t respond, only tilting their head again in that unnerving, playful way. Then, without a word, they extended a gloved hand toward you.
You glanced at Jaemin, who shrugged, clearly entertained by whatever was happening. With a deep breath, you accepted the hand.
The Ghostface pulled you closer, and you found yourself standing just inches away, your heart racing faster than you cared to admit.
Whoever was behind the mask leaned in slightly, their movements slow. You couldn’t see their face, but you could feel the intensity in their gaze.
“Okay, I have to admit,” you said softly, trying to maintain some control over the situation, “this is kinda hot.”
The Ghostface’s shoulders shook slightly, as if laughing silently, and then, without warning, they twirled you away, leaving you standing there, stunned and a little breathless.
As they disappeared back into the crowd, you turned to Jaemin, who was grinning ear to ear.
“I told you,” he said smugly, “tonight’s gonna be fun for you.”
You laughed, though your mind was still reeling from the encounter. Who was under that mask? And why are you already so hot and bothered.
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As the night went on, you couldn’t help but scan the crowd, looking for any sign of the mysterious Ghostface.
The interaction had been brief but left a strange, exciting feeling buzzing under your skin. You found yourself drawn into conversations, but your mind kept drifting back to that masked figure.
At some point, Jaemin nudged you again. “You okay, missing your killer?”
You shrugged, trying to act casual. “I haven’t seen him since.”
“It’s weird seeing you this horny over some guy in a mask” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved him away. “Stop. You’re making this weirder than it has to be.”
But in truth, Jaemin wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t shake the feeling that whoever was behind that mask knew exactly what they were doing, playing into your earlier confession. It was kind of scary— but you were enjoying it way too much.
As you made your way toward the back of the house, needing a breather, you passed by Renjun and Chenle, who were deep in conversation about some horror movie.
The sliding glass door leading to the backyard was slightly open, and you stepped outside, welcoming the cool night air. The distant hum of the party continued inside, but out here, everything was quieter.
You leaned against the porch railing, staring at the dark sky, when you heard soft footsteps behind you. A glance over your shoulder revealed the masked man, standing at the edge of the patio, just watching.
“Seriously?” you muttered, though there was no real irritation in your tone. If anything, it was curiosity.
The Ghostface took a few more steps toward you, closing the gap, but still maintaining that frightening silence. The party noise from inside seemed to fade as you locked eyes—or rather, your gaze locked on the mask.
The figure took off their gloves slowly, stuffing them into their back pocket, and for a split second, you wondered if they would finally reveal themselves.
“Okay,” you said, turning to fully face them. “You’ve got my attention. What now?”
Without a word, Ghostface reached out and, gently but firmly, took your hand. This time, there was no hesitation. You let them pull you closer, so close that you could hear the faintest sound of their breath behind the mask. Your heart pounded in your chest.
In the dim light of the backyard, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you. The Ghostface raised their free hand slowly, brushing a lock of hair from your face with surprising tenderness.
You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, they lifted their mask just enough for you to catch a glimpse of their lips, and your breath caught in your throat.
Whoever it was—they were about to kiss you. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, your mind racing with the mystery and excitement of it all.
But then, just as you thought they would make their move, the sliding door burst open with a loud thud.
“Y/n!” Haechan yelled from inside, half-drunk and waving a beer bottle. “Come on! We’re about to do shots!”
You blinked, the heat of the moment shattering as you turned toward the noise. When you glanced back, Ghostface had already lowered their mask and started backing away, disappearing into the shadows of the yard.
You stood there for a moment, dazed. Wondering if you would ever see him again.
Haechan stumbled out onto the porch, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
“What are you doing out here? Come back in! The party’s not over yet!”
“You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you muttered, glancing over your shoulder one last time. But the yard was empty, The mystery Ghostface was gone.
“It’s party time!!” Haechan was too drunk to even understand your words.
Back inside, your friends gathered around the kitchen island, laughter echoing through the house. Jaemin raised an eyebrow when he saw you return.
“No Ghostface this time?”
You shook your head, pretending like you didn’t care.
“Looks like he got bored.”
“Wait, there’s really a Ghostface here?” Jeno teased, nudging you playfully.
You nodded, sighing. “Yeah, but he’s been stringing me along this whole time.”
Jaemin smirked. “Why not make him a little jealous, then?”
“I doubt that’ll even work,” you said, shaking your head. “I never actually see him around the party.”
“Trust us,” Jeno grinned, grabbing your hand. “We’ve got this.”
Without another word, he pulled you into the
crowded living room, playful determination in his eyes.
Jeno tugged you into the living room, where the music was louder, and party goers crowded the space. Jaemin followed closely behind, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
“Alright, Y/n,” Jeno said, spinning you around to face him.
“Let’s make sure Ghostface knows what he’s missing.”
Jaemin smirked and nodded toward the group of people dancing. “Just go with it. If he’s been watching you like you said, this’ll make him show up.”
You shot them both a skeptical look, but before you could protest, Jaemin slipped his hand onto your waist, and Jeno grinned before pulling you into him. The three of you swayed to the beat, your friends fully committed to playing along, their movements exaggerated as if trying to draw all the attention in the room.
Jaemin leaned in, his voice low near your ear. “You said you wanted the perfect victim vibe, right? Let’s give him something to chase.”
You laughed, shaking your head at how over-the-top they were being. But as the song picked up, you let yourself get swept up in their antics, moving with them and enjoying it. Jeno twirled you once before pulling you close. Jaemin pulled and spun you back toward him, his hand lingering a bit longer on your waist.
Suddenly, you felt that familiar tingle of being watched. You scanned the crowd but couldn’t immediately spot the Ghostface. However, the weight of someone’s gaze followed your every move.
Jeno noticed your eyes darting around. “He’s watching, isn’t he?” he murmured, leaning close.
You nodded subtly. “Yeah, I can feel it.”
“Good,” Jaemin whispered, tightening his grip on your waist. “Let’s keep it going.”
The three of you kept dancing, playing up the flirtatious act just enough to make it obvious that something was happening. Your heart raced—not just from the dancing, but from the excitement of what might happen.
Would the masked man reveal himself, or was he just going to keep watching from the shadows?
Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw it: the white mask, half-hidden behind a group of people near the far wall.
He was there, standing perfectly still, his attention fixed on you. Your pulse quickened as your eyes connected through his mask.
Jaemin followed your gaze and smirked. “There he is.”
Jeno didn’t waste a second. “Alright, let’s give him something to really think about.”
He pulled you even closer, his hand sliding around your waist as he pulled you into him. Grinding into you as he placed small kisses on your neck.
As you look back to the far wall, you caught another glimpse of Ghostface—this time, he was shaking his head.
You felt a pang of something—disappointment, maybe—twist in your stomach as the Ghostface broke eye contact and turned away, disappearing down the hall toward the spare bedrooms.
Jeno’s playful touch felt distant now, your attention completely drawn to the masked figure who had just walked away.
Jaemin, noticing the shift in your expression, leaned closer. “Looks like he doesn’t want to have any fun tonight.”
You stepped back slightly, disentangling yourself from Jeno’s hold. “I’m going to get a drink,” you muttered, your voice clearly showing how disappointed you were.
Jeno raised an eyebrow, “Hey don’t think about him anymore, just let loose and have fun.”
With one last glance at your friends, you made your way through the crowd, slipping past dancing bodies and the noise of the party. The music and laughter grew muffled as you moved down the hall, the atmosphere growing quieter, more intimate. The spare bedrooms were tucked away at the end of the corridor.
Your heart raced as you reached the first door. It was slightly ajar, and you hesitated for a moment before pushing it open. The room was dimly lit, the shadows stretching across the walls, but there was no sign of the masked man.
You stepped further inside, your breath catching as you scanned the room. Just as you were about to turn back, the door clicked softly shut behind you.
You spun around, and there he was—Ghostface, standing in the doorway, silent.
“You left,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.
“Why?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate. The air between you was filled with tension, and you felt the weight of his gaze behind the mask.
Your heart raced, “Are you really going to keep this act up the whole night?” you asked, tilting your head as you held his gaze, your voice steady despite the pounding in your chest.
Ghostface’s hand moved to his mask, and for a split second, you thought he might finally reveal himself. But instead, he paused, his fingers trailing over the edge of the mask before letting his hand fall back to his side. He took another step forward, closing the distance between you, his body inches from yours now.
You swallowed, “Say something,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Instead of using his words, he grabbed your hips and pushed himself onto you. You could feel his erection pressing against you.
You gasped slightly, caught off guard by his sudden movement. Your heart raced, and you felt a mix of surprise and heat as you tried to process everything.
His grip on your hips tightened, and he moved against you, his masked face hidden in your neck. You could feel his chest rising and falling quickly.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react. Then, slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the soft fabric of his mask. A small part of you wanted to uncover his identity, but another part of you was okay with the mystery.
As you pressed yourself against him, he groaned softly, his voice deep as his gloves fingers dug into your skin.
“Please, more” you breathed into his ear, your heart pounding in sync with his.
His grip on your hips tightened, and he moved against you more urgently now, his breathing becoming even faster.
As he continued to grind against you, your own urges started to take over. You couldn't help but get lost in the moment as his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and edge.
“Pease,” you whispered again, your voice barely above a whisper as you softly grabbed onto his mask.
He shook his head firmly, gripping your hands as his eyes scanned the room. Spotting the dresser, he reached over, pulling out a pair of fluffy handcuffs, letting them dangle in front of your face.
“I’m not going to let you handcuff me…I don’t even know who you are!”
You protested, but there was a hint of teasing in your voice. He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
Turning around, back to the same dresser, he pulled out a long knife. Did he plan this?
Tension hung heavy in the air as he turned back to face you, the knife glinting in the dim light of the room. Your heart pounded frantically in your chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you took a step back, your eyes fixed on the sharp blade in his hand.
“What are you doing?” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with confusion. How did things change so quickly?
The masked figure remained silent, his masked face giving away nothing as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you. The gleam of the knife seemed to shine, sending a chill down your spine.
Instinct kicked in, and you turned to bolt for the door, but before you could take more than a few steps, he lunged forward with surprising speed. Grabbing at your waist and putting the knife near your neck.
You gasped, your eyes widening in terror as you felt the cold steel press against your skin.
As he pressed the knife to your skin, you realized that it wasn't sharp, it was dull.
You started to giggle, the absurdity of the situation hit you all at once, and the laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, filled the room
The masked figure’s grip loosened slightly as he seemed taken aback by your sudden laughter. His masked face tilted slightly, almost as if he was confused by your reaction.
“No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.”
The masked figure's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and slowly, he lowered the knife, his posture relaxing.
“Wait, did I ruin the moment?” The masked figure shook his head, brushing your hair with his gloved hand.
Slowly his hand rested on your cheek, and then slowly made its way to your neck. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the fear you had moments before. You stared into the eye holes of the mask, searching for any idea who he was.
Suddenly he put pressure on your neck, his touch firm but not suffocating. You froze, the lack of oxygen felt so good.
You gasped for air as his hand tightened around your neck.
His masked face hovered close to yours, his gaze only on you. The room seemed to shrink around you, the only sound echoing in your ears being the hammering of your heart.
Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he released his grip on your neck, his hand falling away as he took a step back. You stumbled slightly, falling onto the bed.
Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you looked up at him. His gaze never left yours as he went back to the dresser and pulled out a blindfold.
With a mixture of hesitation and thrill, you allowed him to place the blindfold over your eyes, slipping you into darkness.
You heard shuffling and felt his gloves as he grabbed your hands that were searching for him. Pulling your hands to his mask, feeling how warm it felt.
You fiddled with the fabric of it, as a silent way of asking for permission to take it off. He doesn't do anything as you pull his mask off slowly.
Once finally off he takes you into a deep kiss, a kiss he’s been waiting for this whole night. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own.
His hands roamed your skin, tracing patterns of fire along your curves. As you were tracing his features with your fingers, trying to figure out what he could look like.
Lost in the heat of the kiss, you felt him pull away slightly, his breath mingling with yours. There was a softness in his touch now, unlike before.
As you leaned in for more, your lips seeking his once again, he chuckled softly against your mouth before pulling away completely.
You heard rustling in the distance, you try to pull the blindfold off your face to see what was happening.
But strong hands stopped you, holding the blindfold firmly in place. You felt a warm breath against your ear as he whispered,
“Not yet.”
The voice was deep, kind of familiar but you were too lost in the moment to really place it. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room, growing louder and more distinct.
You strained against the blindfold, trying to hear what was going on.
Suddenly, you felt a pair of lips press gently against your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a moan. You felt a shiver run down your spine as the lips trailed along your neck.
“Fuck, I need more, please!” you begged, your voice shaking.
You reach for him, expecting to feel the cloth of his costume, but instead you are met with his soft skin. He was lean and you could feel he had a bit of muscles.
"Are you ready for the next part?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.
You gasped and nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for his next move.
His kisses started to trail down, his tounge gently tracing a path along your skin as he moved further down.
As he reached the sensitive skin just below your waist, you let out a soft whimper. His fingers traced delicate patterns across your skin.
Suddenly, you felt the warm sensation of his breath on your skin, followed by the gentle pressure of his lips. A soft breath escaped your lips as his tongue traced delicate patterns on your heat.
You were lost in the sensation, your mind hazy. You gripped at the sheets beneath you, your body arching to meet his every movement.
“More, please, need you.” you whispered, feeling the words catch in your throat.
He responded by cupping your heat with his hand. With one hand, he gently spread you open.
Your heart pounded in your chest as his fingers stroked you, driving you crazy. You felt him slip a finger inside you and then another, stretching you in the best possible way.
His thumb rubbed against your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.
Each touch sent another wave of pleasure crashing over you, building you up higher and higher.
"I’m so close," you begged, your words barely coherent as you clung to the sheets for dear life.
He responded by increasing his pace, his fingers pounding into you with a rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through you, the sensation overwhelming. As the pleasure built and built, you couldn’t handle it anymore.
"I'm going to cum," you cried out, your voice shaky. "I'm gonna cum."
His fingers never stopped their relentless pace, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
“Cum for me, baby.” His voice normal, no longer changing his voice.
You knew that voice.
Your heart skipped a beat as the realization dawned on you. "Jisung?" you gasped, the blindfold still firmly in place.
No response came from him as his fingers continued their pace, driving you higher and higher towards your release.
“Oh my god, Jisung!” You cried out as you finally reached your climax. Your body arched against his touch, you moans ringing through the room.
Panting and gasping for air, as you lay there, you let a smile spread across your face.
Your hand reaches up to grab the blindfold, already knowing who the mystery masked man is. But Jisung grabbed your hand, stopping you, again.
“Wait,” His voice filled with insecurity. Not knowing how you were going to react to seeing his face.
You can feel the warmth of his skin under your touch and you can tell that he's tense.
“Jisung, I need to see you, please…” You pleaded, and for a brief moment, he seemed to hesitate. But then he quickly regained his composure, taking your hand and gently removing the blindfold from your eyes.
You squint for a moment as your eyes adjust to the dim room, taking in the sight of Jisung's maskless face. He looked at you, you could tell he was worried. He wasn’t making any eye contact.
You can't help but smile at the sight of him, still panting from your intense orgasm. You reach up to trace your fingers along his jawline.
"You look so hot right now," you whisper, your voice still heavy with lust. "Even hotter without the mask."
He chuckles softly at your comment, an appreciative smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice confident and husky.
You took a long look over his body, taking in every detail. His chest heaved with each breath, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. You traced your fingers down his chest, feeling the definition of his muscles.
Your eyes locked onto his again, a smile playing on your lips as you crawled towards him. He watched you intently, watching how your body moved towards him. .
As you straddled him, you leaned in close and whispered, "I want to feel you inside me."
He nodded eagerly, his hands immediately reaching up to undress you further. He helped you out of your clothes until you were both naked, skin touching skin.
You positioned yourself above him, feeling the warmth and hardness of him against your heat. You couldn't help but moan slightly as you felt him ready to enter you.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his breath hot against your ear as he waited for your response.
"Yes," you whispered, your voice breathless with desire.
"I'm ready."
With one swift movement, he entered you fully, filling you completely. You both moaned as he began to move, thrusting into you with a rhythm that made you shiver.
Your eyes locked onto his, making your heart race. You felt him hit a sensitive spot inside you, each thrust hitting the same spot.
"Oh god, Jisung," you gasped, your voice shaking with passion. "You feel so good."
He responded by increasing his pace, driving deeper and deeper into you. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he moved, each thrust sending another wave of pleasure. You could feel your core starting to tighten.
“You like that baby?”
"So good," you moaned.
His hands gripped at your hips, his fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly.
As you rose to meet his next thrust, he groaned softly, his eyes locked onto yours. He looked like he was in a zone, completely focused on pleasing you as much as he was being pleased himself.
"More," you begged, feeling pleasure building up inside of you. Your breath was ragged from how good he was making you feel.
Jisung responded by increasing his pace even more, his movements becoming more aggressive. Your body arched against him.
His hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you close to him as he moved. You could feel every inch of him inside you, driving you closer and closer to your climax.
"I'm going to cum again," you cried out, your voice shaking with passion. "I'm gonna cum!"
“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned. His pace quickened, his movement became more desperate. He could feel his own climax building.
"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours. His words were the final push you needed, and you let out a long, loud moan as you reached your climax. Your body tensed, every muscle straining.
Jisung's movements became erratic as he felt you cumming around him, the pressure building up inside of him threatening to take him over the edge.
Finally, he could hold back no longer. "Fuck im going to cum," he groaned, thrusting into you one last time. His body tensed and then shuddered, his cum filling you completely.
Your body shuddered and your eyes fluttered shut. You clung to him as the intensity of your orgasm started to fade, you felt him soften inside you. His weight pressed against you, his breathing heavy and uneven.
You laid there, panting and gasping for air. Your body still trembling.
Jisung's arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as he caught his breath. His breathing gradually slowed down, his heart rate returning to normal.
Slowly, your eyes opened, fluttering to look up at him. You smiled.
"That was... amazing," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Jisung smiled back at you, a proud grin that made your heart flutter. “I’m glad I overheard your conversation with Jaemin.”
You giggled, "That’s how you knew I liked masks?"
He chuckled, his hands pulling you closer to him. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like me.”
"But I do like you," you said, looking deeply into his eyes.
"A lot."
Jisung's smile widened, and he pulled you even closer, his lips brushing against your forehead.
You nestled closer to Jisung, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. His fingers gently traced patterns on your back as the two of you lay there in the afterglow.
He leaned in close, brushing his lips against yours lightly.
"I want to do this again... and again," he whispered.
"Me too," you responded, your voice filled with satisfaction.
You traced your fingers along the curve of his shoulder, as you relaxed into him.
The room was quiet except for the sound of both of your breathing, the steady heartbeats, and the music continuing on outside. Laying there for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes.
Finally, with a sigh of reluctance to end such a perfect moment, Jisung pulled away slightly.
“We should get cleaned up.”
You nodded in agreement, slowly disentangling yourself from each other's embrace. As you stood up, Jisung's hand reached out to help you steady yourself.
"Let’s take a shower," he said, offering you a hand to help you up.
As you reached the bathroom, Jisung started the water. You stood there, taking a moment to compose yourself before stepping inside. The warm water washed over you felt relaxing.
As you let the water drip down your skin, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was definitely the best Halloween.
Jisung joined you in the shower, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your neck gently. You leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as the water fell down both of your bodies.
“What are we going to tell everyone?” you asked as Jisung rinsed your hair.
He chuckled, his hands moving gently through the water. "The truth, that you’re mine.”
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